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"Everything I Need"- Acts 9:36-43, John 10: 22-30-- April 17, 2016

"Everything I Need"- Acts 9:36-43, John 10: 22-30-- April 17, 2016

From the instant of the Big Bang, it seems that things have been flying apart, falling apart, tearing apart, however you want to think about it. The 2016 presidential primary campaign seems to be the epitome of this, as both Democrats and Republicans have spent an inordinate amount of time and money tearing each other up. I can’t help but think of a favorite childhood poem, "The Duel," by Eugene Fields. Do you know it?

The gingham dog and the calico cat

Side by side on the table sat;

‘T was half-past twelve, and (what do you think!)

Nor one nor t’ other had slept a wink!

The old Dutch clock and the Chinese plate

Appeared to know as sure as fate

There was going to be a terrible spat.

(I was n’t there; I simply state

What was told to me by the Chinese plate!)

The gingham dog went "Bow-wow-wow!"

And the calico cat replied "Mee-ow!"

The air was littered, an hour or so,

With bits of gingham and calico,

While the old Dutch clock in the chimney-place

Up with its hands before its face,

For it always dreaded a family row!...

Next morning, where the two had sat

They found no trace of dog or cat;

And some folks think unto this day

That burglars stole that pair away!

But the truth about the cat and pup

Is this: they ate each other up!

In a world where things fall apart, where we tear each other up, the image of a divine Shepherd, gathering in the pieces and lost lambs, tending the flock, is perhaps a little quaint, but so appealing, even so necessary. In fact, the word Jesus uses when he says, "I am the good shepherd," the word good also means beautiful, as in attractive. In quantum physics, "strangely attractive fields" are energy fields within which patterns form and hold together, if I understand an incredibly simplified version of that concept. "The Lord is my strangely attractive field," a quantum psalmist might sing, or "I am the strangely attractive field," Jesus might say, in the Quantum Physicist’s paraphrase of the Bible.

In the version known slightly better by most of us, the psalmist says, "The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want," or as our pew Bibles’ translation says, "I have everything I need." It’s a powerful, radical statement, here in our consumer culture which urges us to "want"–or crave or desire, not "lack"-- more and more; and here in our present day world, where billions of people do not have everything they need–clean drinking water, adequate shelter, a secure food source, healthcare, let alone dignity and safety. "The Lord is my shepherd, I have everything I need."

We often say this psalm at funerals, usually in the King James Version, which does use the phrase, "I shall not want," and it’s usually that line about walking through the valley of the shadow of death and fearing no evil that makes us think about it in terms of dying and funerals. But what might it mean to "have everything I need" in the midst of death and dying? Isn’t "what I need" in that situation to have this loved one back and well, still living?

The story from Acts which David read for us this morning seems to address that. It’s the story of a woman–the first woman in the New Testament, by the way, to be referred to with the word "disciple"–a woman whose name in Greek was Dorcas and in Aramaic was Tabitha, both of which mean "gazelle." It seems that Tabitha became ill and died, and we gather that this death seemed premature. She hadn’t lived a long life, but rather fell ill and died from this illness.

But Tabitha did not die alone, nor had she lived alone. "She was devoted to good works and acts of charity," Luke tells us. She was an integral part of a community. She made countless garments–tunics and shawls and other items for clothing–not only beautiful but warm and necessary, providing the only shelter from the cold for many a poor person. In death as in life, Tabitha drew a community together, particularly the community of widows whose lives literally depended upon one another, and when she died, this community came together to wash her body, to bring casseroles and soup, maybe even toilet paper and paper plates, as the community of widows who gathered around my mother did when my dad died. And they brought the material creations of her life and work–the tunics and garments which she had made. We do the same thing, when we bring paintings that a person has painted during their life, or quilts they had made, or woodwork they had carved, and we see them again as we celebrate their life with their family. As their life was falling apart when Tabitha died, at the same time the lives of these women were being held together by another Force, another "strangely attractive field," as they gathered in that home in Joppa.

There were, apparently, other disciples of the Good Shepherd there, who knew that Peter was in a nearby town, and so they sent for him to come. In the post-resurrection period, Peter had become a real leader amongst the disciples, carrying on the work of Jesus, preaching and healing and making new disciples...doing what he had promised Jesus he would do in the passage from John we read last week–"tend my lambs, tend my sheep, feed my sheep," in other words, he too became a "good shepherd."

So when Peter arrived at Tabitha’s house and saw the community gathered there, he asked to be left alone with her body, so that he could pray and open himself up to the power of the Holy Spirit. He had been with Jesus when he had done the same thing with Peter’s own mother-in-law, and again when Jesus had said to the young daughter of Jairus, the synagogue leader, "Talitha, cumi. Talitha [so close to Tabitha!], get up!" So Peter now said to this disciple, "Tabitha, get up." "And she opened her eyes and saw Peter, and he gave her his hand and helped her up. Then calling the saints and widows, he showed her to be alive."

Wow, talk about having everything you need! If only such a thing could happen at roadsides where bodies could emerge alive from crumpled wrecks. Or at bedsides of those whose bodies have been wracked with cancer. Or in countless other places where we long for miracles to somehow restore our loved ones to us, to have them shown to us to be alive.

We know that Tabitha or Dorcas eventually died again, as Lazarus did (because otherwise we would have heard about it!). But Luke, the writer of Acts as well as a gospel by that name, tells this story of Peter’s raising Tabitha because it showed how even after Jesus died, the community of his followers, or disciples, experienced resurrection in so many ways. They were indeed able to do the things that Jesus had done, like he had told them they would, including healing and even "raising the dead," they experienced the power of the Holy Spirit with them, in them, around them. They lived in that energy field which they could only describe as the risen Jesus still with them. This is what it means to follow Jesus.

Archbishop Desmond Tutu explains the African concept of ubuntu, as meaning, "I am because you are." It is the essence of being a human being, Tutu says, but you would not find universal agreement on that in our culture. We are much more likely to describe human beings in terms of being able to stand on their own, being able to make their own decisions, be "free to be me." But while there is unique beauty and a particular set of gifts and graces in each one of us to be offered freely, we are still held together in this strangely attractive field, this Force which binds us together, which connects us not only with each other but with everything else in the universe. To live in that knowledge and that trust is to experience "having everything we need," even to live into resurrected life beyond the deaths which would seem to tear us apart.

"I and the Father [as he called God] are one," Jesus said. "I am because you are." "I am the Good Shepherd." "God is my shepherd. I have everything I need." May those words be truth, and hope, and courage for us for the living of these days. Amen, and amen.

 

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
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Announcements -recent and future

Sunday July 3rd As we celebrate Independence Day, we are reminded how inter-dependent we are in today’s world. So join us as we come together in worship at Second Congregational Church this Sunday morning at 10 o’clock. Shep Jones will be offering special music for the day, and Rev. Mary Lee-Clark’s sermon, based on the readings from Galatians and Luke, is entitled, “Better Together.” The Sacrament of Holy Communion will be celebrated, and all are invited to the table.
A time of fellowship and refreshment for the whole church family follows in Webster Hall.
Second Congregational Church is an Open and Affirming, Green Justice Congregation of the United Church of Christ. We welcome to our work and worship all people of faith or in search of faith, without regard to age, race, economic condition, disability, or sexual orientation, and we seek to honor and preserve the Creation. Our building is located at 115 Hillside St. and is wheelchair-accessible. For more information, call the church office at 442-2559.
*10:15 am Children & Youth Godly Play (Christian Ed Classroom)
*2:00 pm A celebration of life for George Shepard Jones will be held at the home of his father, 1616 Walloomsac Rd in Bennington


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July 16th FAMILY ICE CREAM SOCIAL will be held at 3 pm on July 16th in Webster Hall. Grandparents, bring your grandchildren! Kids, bring your parents! Cool off and reconnect mid-summer with a favorite summer treat.


The LGBTQ community and the Greater Bennington Interfaith Council held a vigil Wednesday at 7 p.m. at the Four Corners in Bennington to honor victims of the Pulse Nightclub shootings in Orlando FL. The Bennington Banner reported that over 100 people attended, including members of Second Congregational Church. Leaders of faith communities of Bennington and Arlington participated, several wearing rainbow-colored vestments. Rainbow signs were held by members of the Unitarian Fellowship. On the corner under the clock, a young woman with rainbow-colored hair and a man with rainbow-colored socks shared the sidewalk with a sign "We Weep for Orlando and all LGBT communities." (See photos below)


Letter to the Editor of the Bennington Banner:
 

Thank you for your coverage of the tragedy in Orlando, including how it affects people living in our local community. Adding to the heartbreak of the “facts” of the event are the waves of fear and hatred and distortions of blame, if not outright lies, that continue to ripple out. As far has we can tell at this point, the shooter was not a practicing Muslim, was born in the U.S., had anger issues, had frequented the Pulse Club himself, had been under FBI investigation, and yet was able to legally purchase his weapons of slaughter. So it is that to single out his religion, or his citizenship, or his mental instability, or his sexual identity exploration as motivation for this horrific crime or representative of all others in those categories does not serve the common good.
 

I was saddened to read the response of one of the local LGBTQ community in today’s article, who said that “religion fuels hate.” “If your religion requires you to hate,” as one of the photos making the rounds on Facebook says, “you need a new religion.” All the world religions, at their best, teach love and compassion. Which, obviously, doesn’t mean that some people who claim to adhere to a religion do hate, do hateful things, say hateful things. But to paint all religious people with the brush of hate is as unfair as painting all gay people as pedophiles, or all Mexicans as rapists and criminals, or all refugees as terrorists. It is in fact our “religion” that inspires us at Second Congregational Church, United Church of Christ, to affirm that “we welcome all people of faith or in search of faith, without regard to age, race, economic condition, disability, or sexual orientation to our work and worship.”
 

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
Pastor, Second Congregational Church. U.C.C.
"Resurrected into the Ordinary"- Acts 9:1-6, John 21:1-19-- April 10,
2016

"Resurrected into the Ordinary"- Acts 9:1-6, John 21:1-19-- April 10, 2016

My father-in-law used to tell the story of a farm wife in one of his parishes whose husband died during Holy Week. The woman didn’t come to church that Easter Sunday morning, but when Russ went to visit her early in the week and asked how she was doing, she said, "Sunday morning I got up and went out to the chicken coop to feed the chickens, and you know, the sound of that grain jumping up and down in the metal bowl and those chickens cheeping and chucking did more for me than any of those Easter hymns."

Peter chose to go fishing. After they managed to leave that locked upper room where Jesus had appeared to them, some of the disciples gathered on the shore of the Sea of Tiberias, or Galilee. John tells us, "Simon Peter said to them, ‘I’m going fishing.’ They said to him, ‘We’ll go with you.’"

Feeding the chickens, going fishing, weeding the garden–which is maybe what Jesus was doing when Mary Magdalene mistook him for the gardener–, going for a walk–which those two disciples did on the way to Emmaus–, sitting at the kitchen table and breaking bread–it is in the midst of all these ordinary activities that the Risen Christ is recognized. Sure, there are some people who have more dramatic revelations. Saul of Tarsus was on his way to Damascus when he was blinded by a light and knocked to the ground. The writer of the Revelation of John says he was transported in a vision to the throne of God, and heard the voice of thousands upon thousands of angels and every creature in heaven and earth, singing praises to God: "To the One seated on the throne and to the Lamb be blessing and honor and glory and might forever and ever!"

But after Saul was taken to the home of a disciple in Damascus, where he remained blind and didn’t eat anything for three days, until Ananias came and prayed over him, something like scales fell away from his eyes and they gave him something to eat. Jesus appeared on the lakeshore to the disciples, and once he had told them where to find the fish–on the "right side" of the boat, the side that was awkward for most fishermen, who were right-handed–once they came ashore, he had built a charcoal fire, and they barbequed fish together.

At some point, after the revelation, after the mountaintop experience or the empty tomb experience, the spiritual insight, the mind-blowing encounter, the funeral, at some point we have to come back to feeding the chickens, cooking the fish, cleaning the bathroom. After the Ecstasy, the Laundry–as Buddhist teacher Jack Kornfield entitled his book. But, if we allow that experience of being knocked off our feet, like Saul, or like you, perhaps, when you lost your job or received that diagnosis, or that experience of having our world utterly changed, like the disciples after Jesus had been crucified and then encountered by some of them, or like you, when you lost a loved one or slipped and fell on the ice and broke your hip, if we can allow that dis-orientation that comes when we have to do things differently now–like the disciples, who had to throw the nets over the right side instead of the left, after all these years, or you, when you have to do the chores that loved one had always taken care of, or when you have to learn to walk with a walker–IF we can allow all those things to happen,–not just "let it go," but let it be what it is,-- IF somehow we can leave the possibility open that this, for now, is our new reality, then we too might encounter the Risen Christ, experience new life, abundance even, as we feed the chickens, weed the garden, fold the laundry, go fishing. All of those things can become, as one writer put it, "practices of resurrection." [Nancy Rockwell, biteintheapple, 3/30/16]

"After they had finished breakfast..."/folding the laundry/weeding the garden, "Jesus said to Simon Peter, ‘Simon son of John, do you love me more than these?’ He said to him, ‘Yes, Lord; you know that I love you.’ Jesus said to him, ‘Feed my lambs.’ A second time he said to him, ‘Simon son of John, do you love me?’ He said to him, ‘Yes, Lord; you know that I love you.’ Jesus said to him, ‘Tend my sheep.’ He said to him the third time, ‘Simon son of John, do you love me?’ Peter felt hurt because he said to him the third time, ‘Do you love me?’ And he said to him, ‘Lord, you know everything; you know that I love you.’ Jesus said to him, ‘Feed my sheep.’"

So this is an awkward conversation. Three times Jesus asks Peter if he loves him, and there with the coals of the campfire still burning, Peter no doubt remembers being questioned around another fire, asked whether he knew Jesus or was one of his followers. Peter remembers how he had answered then and how he had lost himself.

The memory of that other conversation is painful for Peter, but Jesus is not asking him these questions now to rub salt in his wounds. He is, rather, as David Lose suggests, offering the two things that psychologists tell us everyone needs: a sense of belonging and a sense of purpose. [David Lose, inthemeantime, 4/5/16] Jesus gives Peter three opportunities to profess his love, to be re-instated into this company of followers and lovers, to reclaim his sense of self within this larger community. "Simon Peter, son of John, do you love me?" "Yes, Lord, you know that I love you." Not just, "Yes, I love you." but also, "You know I love you. I know you know I love you. I know you forgive me and love me." John says Peter was hurt by being asked the third time, but Jesus knew that sometimes we need to say something, or be told something, over and over before we really do get it. [Advertisers claim we need to hear a message 21 times before we really hear it.]

"Feed my lambs...tend my sheep...feed my sheep." Now instead of blindly, automatically, because he can’t think of anything else to do, instead of "just going fishing," Peter is given a purpose by Jesus–feeding, tending, all those who would follow in this Way...while Peter is following Jesus in the Way. A sense of purpose is one of the greatest motivators we can have– greater than money or power of fame [D. Lose, op cit.] . You have something of value to contribute. We need you–your personality, your gifts, your insights, your skills. You matter. All of us need to know that.

A sense of belonging and acceptance and a sense of purpose. The church has used other "church-y" words to talk about these–justification and vocation, but they mean acceptance and purpose. After the ecstasy, the laundry, and then somewhere to go, something of value to do in those clean clothes. It’s what we all need. It’s what, at our best, we as a community can help one another and those in our wider community find. There’s no end to the possibilities.

John says they counted the number of fish they were able to haul in from the right side of the boat and found 153. You will not be surprised to know that there has been endless speculation about that number, none of which has come to any particularly satisfying conclusion. The one that makes the most sense to me is, "That’s a lot of fish." Which is really the point of this whole last chapter of John’s Gospel–not only is it a lot of fish, but it’s a lot of grace, a lot of love, a lot of lambs and sheep and people to be cared for and loved. Abundant life. The last verse of the chapter and the whole gospel of John sums it up–"But there are also many other things that Jesus did; if every one of them were written down, I suppose that the world itself could not contain the books that would be written." In other words, God is still speaking–in the world, in your life and in my life. The saga continues. Thanks be to God!

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
"Daring to Doubt"- John 20:19-31-- April 3, 2016

"Daring to Doubt"- John 20:19-31-- April 3, 2016

The Gospel of John’s story of Thomas’ demand to see the mark of the nails in Jesus’ hands and put his hand inside the hole in Jesus’ side before he will "believe" is always the gospel reading for the Sunday after Easter. It’s as though there were this one Sunday for doubting–we’re allowed at least this day– when actually, any faith worth its salt is riddled with doubt. Those who disparage Thomas as merely "Doubting Thomas" do their faith no favors, and don’t know Thomas.

The great 20th c. theologian Paul Tillich claimed "that doubt is in fact an inescapable and essential part of faith," since "faith," he said, "is what happens when a finite being is ‘grasped by and turned to the infinite.’" [Dynamics of Faith, cited by Shawnthea Monroe in Christian Century, 3/16/16]. Almost by definition, there’s more to the infinite than we as finite creatures will ever be able to understand, so of course there will be things we don’t understand, much that we will doubt. That’s why "faith" is so much more than understanding, more than "belief," even; much more like "trust."

Thomas is sometimes referred to as Didymus, or "the twin," but actually toma’s is simply the word "twin" in Aramaic. He may have had a biologically similar sibling, but it could be argued that Thomas is all of our twins, since we all "doubt." And who can blame Thomas for doubting that Jesus had been resurrected, as Mary Magdalen had told them, and that he had appeared to the others huddled in fear behind locked doors? If they all believed he had been resurrected, what were they doing hiding out behind locked doors?

I don’t know about you, but Thomas sounds like my twin. If I really believe that Jesus was resurrected and that that is promised to all of us, why do I have any fear? "Where, o death, is now thy sting?" I’ll tell you where it is–in the ache and pain and longing I feel for loved ones gone, in the agony of seeing pictures of the bodies of children washed up on beaches as their families flee war and violence or the mangled remains of bodies after suicide bombers have detonated their vests in amusement parks or airport waiting areas. I’m with Thomas, I’d like to see them all put back together, all returned to their loved ones, even with wounds on their bodies, I’d like to know for sure that all the horrible things you read about or see or experience are not all there is. That we will not pollute and heat and bomb ourselves into oblivion, taking most of the planet with us. Call me Thomas’ twin sister.

The poet Denise Levertov converted from agnosticism to Christianity when she was 60 years old. She felt a particular affinity with Thomas, and in fact wrote a whole mass to Thomas Didymus. In one poem, she imagines that Thomas feels much more kinship with the father in Mark’s gospel who begged Jesus to heal his possessed son–"Teacher, I brought you my son; he has a spirit that makes him unable to speak; and whenever it seizes him, it dashes him down; and he foams and grinds his teeth and becomes rigid." When Jesus asked the father, "Do you believe?" he answered with those gut-wrenching words, "I believe. Help thou my unbelief!" Here’s Levertov’s poem, written in Thomas’ voice--

In the hot street at noon I saw him

a small man

gray but vivid, standing forth

beyond the crowd’s buzzing

holding in desperate grip his shaking

teethgnashing son,

and thought him my brother.

I heard him cry out, weeping and speak

those words,

Lord, I believe, help thou

mine unbelief,

and knew him

my twin:

a man whose entire being

had knotted itself

into the one tightdrawn question,

Why,

why has this child lost his childhood in suffering,

why is this child who will soon be a man

tormented, torn, twisted?

Why is he cruelly punished

who has done nothing except be born?

The twin of my birth

was not so close

as that man I heard

say what my heart

sighed with each beat, my breath silently

cried in and out,

in and out.

After the healing,

he, with his wondering

newly peaceful boy, receded;

no one

dwells on the gratitude, the astonished joy,

the swift

acceptance and forgetting.

I did not follow

to see their changed lives.

What I retained

was the flash of kinship.

Despite

all that I witnessed,

his question remained

my question, throbbed like a stealthy cancer,

known

only to doctor and patient. To others

I seemed well enough.

So it was

that after Golgotha

my spirit in secret

lurched in the same convulsed writhings

that tore that child

before he was healed.

And after the empty tomb

when they told me that He lived, had spoken to Magdalen,

told me

that though He had passed through the door like a ghost

He had breathed on them

the breath of a living man –

even then

when hope tried with a flutter of wings

to lift me –

still, alone with myself,

my heavy cry was the same: Lord

I believe,

help thou mine unbelief.

I needed

blood to tell me the truth,

the touch

of blood. Even

my sight of the dark crust of it

round the nailholes

didn’t thrust its meaning all the way through

to that manifold knot in me

that willed to possess all knowledge,

refusing to loosen

unless that insistence won

the battle I fought with life

But when my hand

led by His hand’s firm clasp

entered the unhealed wound,

my fingers encountering

rib-bone and pulsing heat,

what I felt was not

scalding pain, shame for my

obstinate need,

but light, light streaming

into me, over me, filling the room

as I had lived till then

in a cold cave, and now

coming forth for the first time,

the knot that bound me unravelling,

I witnessed

all things quicken to color, to form,

my question

not answered but given

its part

in a vast unfolding design lit

by a risen sun. (From The Stream and the Sapphire, cited by Dan Clendenin in JourneywithJesus, 3/27/16]

Thomas’ doubts and questions are not shameful, and they are not answered, but they are gathered into a much larger whole. They find a place within a bigger picture. So the knot that had bound him begins to unravel, the world takes on color and air and light. He is given new life himself.

Thomas is said to be not only the patron saint of doubters, but also of architects, because he built so many churches. Tradition says that after Pentecost, he traveled east, beyond the confines of the Roman Empire and made it all the way to southern India, where to this day, there are Christians who call themselves "Christians of St. Thomas." This week, Iraqi-born architect Zaha Hadid, died. Her buildings were known for their sinuous fluidity, for their seeming defiance of gravity. She was called by some "the architect of the future." When asked why she thought people thought that of her, she said, "Maybe because of the surprise?" I imagine Thomas, patron saint of architects, even now receiving Zaha and enlisting her in designing what yet is to come.

"Maybe Thomas succeeded as an evangelist," one writer suggests, "because he started as a doubter. Someone who has asked the hard questions, risked receiving answers, and learned to live with uncertainty can be a powerful witness to Jesus Christ, who is not dead, but is living." [Monroe, op cit.]

It is that Living One who invites us to this table, to take him into our bodies, our minds and hearts, so that we too might have new life. Who knows what designs will yet unfold in our or our world’s future, but we know Who will continue to walk beside us into that future. It is His body, His blood that we would become. Amen, and amen.

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
Easter 2016

Easter 2016

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A glorious array of lilies on the altar, exuberant music by the singing choir and the hand bell choir, an inspiring sermon by Pastor Mary Lee-Clark, an Easter egg hunt for the children, and special "prizes" such as the purple potted plant...all made for a memorable Easter celebration.
"Whose Story?"-- Isaiah 65:17-25, John 20:1-18-- Easter– March 27, 2016

"Whose Story?"-- Isaiah 65:17-25, John 20:1-18-- Easter– March 27, 2016

All four gospels have Resurrection stories, and none of them are the same. In some, Jesus appears to all of the disciples together, in others to only two of them, in the one from John which we heard a few minutes ago, Jesus first appears to one person, a woman, Mary Magdalene. The only thing all these stories have in common is that nobody recognizes Jesus at first. Apparently he didn’t look the same as he had before. But then, you don’t go through something like Jesus did without being changed.

He had been betrayed and abandoned, arrested, beaten, humiliated, whipped, and crucified. Then, the creed says, "he descended into hell." You may have seen people who’ve been through hell on earth–into a war zone, perhaps, or a refugee camp, been through chemotherapy or a nasty divorce, survived a terrorist attack or been an EMT at the site of a horrible accident–it changes a person, and those are only temporary hells. Imagine being in a hell of eternity, if only for a day. One writer imagines Jesus sitting there in Hell, embodying Love in the midst of all those refusals to love or be loved. Still Jesus sat there, this vision suggests, simply holding Love out to begin the redemption of even those in hell. The task of rolling up his graveclothes would have been a welcome change of pace.

Mary thought he was the gardener. Peter and his fellow fishermen thought he was a guy on the beach looking for some fish to eat. The two disciples on the road thought he was a clueless stranger who had missed all the events that had taken place in Jerusalem that weekend. And it was something different for each one that allowed them finally to believe it was really him. For Mary, it was hearing him say her name. For John it was simply seeing the gravecloths rolled up where his body had been laid. Luke says that’s all that Peter needed. For the couple on the way to Emmaus, it was when he broke the bread at their table. The fishermen knew who he was when he reminded them of the abundance all around them.

"So," as Nancy Rockwell observes, "don’t expect a recognizable Jesus to appear anytime soon. Instead, expect to meet the Risen Christ in someone who seems to be a stranger." [biteintheapple, 3/20/16] Maybe you’ve already encountered him, or her, but you were expecting something or someone else. "For me," Brennan Manning says, "the most radical demand of Christian faith lies in summoning the courage to say yes to the present risenness of Jesus Christ." (Cited in sermonseeds, 3/28/16) Is it possible, in the out-of-control, excruciating, violent times in which we live, that Love is alive, standing before us, though looking like a stranger? Or, maybe equally unbelievable, is it possible that God is becoming flesh in you and me? Do we have the courage to say yes to that?

Peter and the disciple Jesus loved–presumably John–both saw the empty grave with the rolled up graveclothes and "believed." And they went home. But it was to Mary Magdalene, to a woman, one who was on the margins of society, that Jesus entrusted the telling of the news to the community. The church has not always believed he may have done that intentionally, even saying that the men were the "real witnesses" to the resurrection; but God is not finished with us yet! And even to Mary, Jesus says, "Don’t cling to me." It’s time to grow up now. I’m going to God, he told her, to my Father and your Father. Don’t hold on to me, to the Jesus you once knew. You can be one with God as well, like I have been. Don’t cling to the past. Open your eyes and ears, your heeart and mind to the future god intends for you.

Carolyn Heilbrun wrote, "Power consists in deciding which story shall be told." [cited in sermonseeds, op cit.] As we’ve seen, there are lots of stories. The fact that Mary Magdalene’s story, of being the first to recognize the risen Christ and to be charged with witnessing to that encounter, is a remarkable testimony to the importance and power of this woman in Jesus’ early circle of followers. Over the years, some have tried to downplay and discredit her–saying she was a woman of ill-repute, she had been possessed by demons–but her story continues to be told.

There are other stories that we have been told aren’t important, aren’t the real story. Julia Esquival, a Guatemalan Presbyterian, wrote a poem entitled, "Threatened by Resurrection." Imagine the resurrection story being told by those who live in poverty, [one writer suggests] who bear the consequences of the unjust use of resources. [Kate Matthews, sermonseeds] For them, the resurrection is not just a happy ending to an otherwise sad story, something that is only an assurance that there is life after death. Rather the resurrection is a game-changer right now. This is what God can do, God who is creating new heavens and a new earth, as the prophet Isaiah said, who cannot be stopped by death-dealing powers. In the kingdom of God which Jesus talked about, which is coming and now is, all the children of God live in shalom–peace, and wholeness –where there is enough for all, where mercy and justice reign. That’s the "dream of God," as Marcus Borg and Dominic Crossan call it. That’s the "threat of the resurrection" for those who like things just the way they are, who want to make the resurrection only a personal story, of life after death, instead of also being about abundant life for all, here and now. "Power consists in deciding which story shall be told."

After Peter and John had seen the folded gravecloths in the tomb, they "returned to their homes," John says. But Mary wasn’t satisfied. She wasn’t ready to "go home." She looked into the tomb herself, and saw two angels sitting there, John says. "Woman, why are you weeping?" they asked her. She said to them, "They have taken away my Lord, and I do not know where they have laid him." That was the only possibility Mary could think of at the time–they’ve taken him away. But then she turns around to another possibility, and sees a man whom she assumes to be the gardener standing there. She says the same thing to him, but he speaks her name. "Mary." "Rabbouni," she cries, and falls at his feet. "Don’t cling to me," he tells her, but "Go and tell the others."

What do you need to see or hear or experience in order to "go and tell"? What story of the resurrection could open up the floodgates of abundant life for you? What would it take for you to live your life so fully and passionately that others might say, "Wow, I’ll have what she’s having" or "I’d like to find out what makes him the way he is"? Would it be a vision of the risen Christ, with flowing white robes, the holes in his hands and feet, reaching out to you? Or might it be an experience of sensing the presence of a loved one who has died, full of peace and joy and love, in a dream, or just a sense? Would it be witnessing the courage of those who are not afraid to die, but who nevertheless put themselves between harm and another person to save them? (It is certainly not in those who say they are not afriad to die who use their bodies to destroy and harm innocent people.) Would it be a near-death experience of such love and light that death loses it terror?

Or might it be experiencing a community that witnesses to the life-giving, love-extending power of God in ways that transform not only others but themselves as well? Might it be experiencing acceptance and forgiveness and healing even as you battle addiction or depression or some other illness? Might it be experiencing love and acceptance that is truly unconditional, despite and even because of your flaws and weaknesses and failures? What would it take for you to "Go and tell" with your words or, more importantly, with your life?

"Be glad and rejoice forever in what I am creating," God says, "for I am about to create new heavens and a new earth." "We do not live in an era of change," writes Jan Rotmans of the University of Rotterdam, "but in a change of eras." (FB) When our lives and our institutions seem to be unraveling, when all they seem to be is empty, do not doubt that God is most powerful in emptiness. In the crysalis, at the bottom of an addict’s downward spiral, in the openness to possibility, in the unknowing and the mystery, in the empty tomb, God is able to create new life–a whole new heaven and a new earth. "Not only is another world possible," writes Indian writer Arundhati Roy, "she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing." Listen, can you hear it coming?

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark

 
Early Easter 2016 – March 27, 2016

Early Easter 2016 – March 27, 2016

It’s only a 3-letter word, but it runs through Luke’s whole account of what happened on Easter morning.  That 3-letter word is “but”–a “conjunction,” if you remember that from grammar, a word that joins phrases.

Luke’s account in chap. 24  actually begins with “But”–which you’re technically not supposed to do–but it’s a “defiant conjunction,” as one writer puts it [Theo. Wardlaw] –“BUT on the first day of the week, at early dawn, they came to the tomb, taking the spices that they had prepared.  They found the stone rolled away from the tomb, BUT they did not find the body.... The women were terrified and bowed their faces to the ground, BUT the men [in dazzling clothes] said to them, ‘Why do you look for the living among the dead?  He is not here, BUT has risen...”  So “Mary Magdalene, Joanna, Mary the mother of James, and the other women with them told this to the apostles.  BUT these words seemed to them an idle tale, and they did not believe them.  BUT Peter got up and ran to the tomb...”

The whole Easter message might be summed up with that “defiant little conjunction, ‘BUT’” We thought he was dead, and he was,  BUT we have seen him.   We betrayed him, abandoned him, we thought we were doomed, BUT he is in our midst, forgiving us, breathing peace into us, forgiving us.  BUT, “anyway,” “nevertheless,”

We know the world is a mess, we worry, we fail, we fall into depression, we die any number of deaths before we die a final death...BUT, nevertheless, we are not lost, we are loved, we are given another chance...and another, and another.  We are part of a new creation, born again, born from above.  “Never place a period where God has put a comma,” Gracie Allen said, and the United Church of Christ professes it.

Alice Walker’s book The Color Purple, is told through the voice of the narrator, a poor black woman named Celie, who writes letters to God.   Celie is horribly abused by her husband Albert, but Celie is loved by her sister Nettie, whom Albert drives away.  Nettie goes away to Africa as a missionary and writes letters to Celie, but Albert intercepts them and hides them.  Even though she never receives a reply, Nettie keeps writing to her sister.  One day, Celie finds the stash of letters hidden under a floorboard, and is finally able to read them– “Dear Celie, I know you think I’m dead.  But I am not.  I been writing to you, too over the years, but Albert said you’d never hear from me again and since I never heard from you all this time, I guess he was right.  There is so much to tell you that I don’t know, hardly, where to begin....but if this do get through, one thing I want you to know, I love you, and I am not dead.” [cited in sermonseeds, 3/27/16]That’s the Easter message in a nutshell: You may think I am dead and the you are not loved, BUT I am not dead, and you ARE loved.

That is what we are reminded of every Easter.  Those words spoken at our baptisms–You are God’s beloved–after all we’ve been through, after all we’ve done, NEVERTHELESS, BUT, ANYWAY-- “I love you and I am not dead.  You may think the world is going to hell in a handbasket, but I’ve been to hell, and not in a handbasket, and I have already begun to redeem and heal even those in hell.  You ARE beloved, a precious child of God, beautiful to behold.  So live as people fully alive.  Amen, and amen.

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
Jungle Wilderness

Jungle Wilderness

On Sunday March 13 a Wilderness of Jungle surrounds a jar of nard, the fragrant oil that Mary poured on Jesus' feet.
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"The Fragrance of Life "-- Isaiah 43:16-21, John 12:1-8 -- March 13,
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"The Fragrance of Life "-- Isaiah 43:16-21, John 12:1-8 -- March 13, 2016

Jesus was in the wilderness for forty days, we are told, getting clear about who he was and Whose he was, and these 40 days of Lent are meant to help us do the same thing. We’ve explored different kinds of wildernesses–the geographic ones, like desert, mountains, ocean, forest, not intentionally leaving out the wilderness of the Great Lakes, as one of you pointed out to me the fierceness of those waters; and we’ve also explored wildernesses of the heart and head–the wilderness of fear, of sudden loss, of losing ourselves. As Barbara Brown Taylor reminded us, "Wildernesses come in so many shapes and sizes, that the only way you can really tell you are in one is to look around for what you normally count on to save your life and come up empty." ["Wilderness Exam"]

Being in the wilderness is disorienting, sometimes life-threatening. If we only "look around for" something outside of ourselves to save our lives, we may very well come up empty. It is what we bring with us into the wilderness–as Jesus did–that we are likely to survive that experience and even grow from it.

So we’ve talked about practices and disciplines , practices of faith and resilience, that we can engage in right now, incorporate into our daily living, before we find ourselves in the wilderness, things that we can take with us, things that can become part of us–practices like prayer and mindful meditation, the practice of gratitude, the practice of allowing the negative to stand alongside of, but not overshadowing, the positive, the practice of perseverance, the practice of knowing and leading from our strengths, the practice of discerning what to let go of and what is abiding, lasting; the practice of community, of finding our "choir."

Sometimes the fact that we are in the wilderness surprises us. It doesn’t look like the wilderness–we’re going about our business, in our usual environment, doing what we do, but somehow, at some point, we realize that what we had assumed to be true isn’t; what we had thought was just a harmless joke has turned into a hateful, destructive act; the story we had always been told or told ourselves about the way things are, or who we are, just doesn’t seem to fit reality. We "look around for what we normally count on to save our life and come up empty." That’s when we’re in the wilderness of what I call "old think."

If we’re lucky enough or wise enough to recognize this wilderness for what it is, it can be what sociologist Brene Brown calls "the reckoning." [Rising Strong ]–recognizing our feelings of, perhaps, lostness or anger or resentment and being curious enough about them to explore what’s going on. And then, Brown says, if we’re brave enough, comes the "rumble," when we get honest about the stories we’re telling ourselves and challenge them, if we dare. (P. 37)

Biblical scholar Walter Brueggemann talks about the prophets of Israel as "new, imaginative, poetic voices" that arose from the bottom of the loss and guilt Israel was experien-cing, first in their turning away from God toward the false security of other powers, and then the destruction of Jerusalem and the carrying off of their leaders and elite into exile. Prophets like Isaiah– and it’s probably the writer we call "Second Isaiah" whom we read this morning–Isaiah took the loss of identity and the guilt "with deep seriousness," as Brueggemann writes, "but... shrewdly interpreted old faith traditions to turn exilic Israel in hope for the future." (Cited by Matthews in sermonseeds, 3/13/16)

Thus says the Lord, who makes a way in the sea, a path in the mighty waters, who brings out chariot and horse, army and warrior; they lie down, they cannot rise, they are extinguished, quenched like a wick: Do not remember the former things, or consider the things of old.

The old faith tradition had looked to God’s deliverance of the people of Israel from slavery in Egypt as a sign of their chosenness by God, a sign of their "manifest destiny" to be a light to the nations, a sign of their right to the "promised land" over all the other peoples who may have already lived there. They had seen their choseness as a guarantee that God would protect them, from dangers without and within, and so they became lax with their adherence to the covenant, the law; they were careless about the original intent God had had for them.

"Do not remember the former things, or consider the things of old.," Isaiah tells them, if past glory is all you can think about, if all you can do is wallow in your guilt and regret. "I," God says,

"I am about to do a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert. The wild animals will honor me, the jackals and the ostriches; for I give water in the wilderness, rivers in the desert, to give drink to my chosen people, the people whom I formed for myself so that they might declare my praise."

"Israel will have no joy or justice or genuine repentance," Brueggemann says, "until it receives a newness it cannot generate for itself."

We in the church may feel a little like ancient Israel at times–experiencing the loss of our former glory, maybe feeling guilty for having declining numbers, a loss of influence and prestige.

To some extent, we too find ourselves in the wilderness of old think, thinking perhaps if only we had a new curriculum for the Sunday School we’d attract more families, or maybe a new, younger pastor will bring the energy and technological savvy we need to really grow. But Isaiah reminds us that our renewal is not all about us, about new programs or plans, new marketing schemes or a sensational webpage. We must be open to a newness we cannot generate for ourselves, the newness that God is creating.

And then there’s the "old think" that is no longer life-giving–if it ever was–about ourselves. Were you always the responsible one in the family? Maybe you were the trouble-maker. Maybe you were the one who was always a disappointment, the one who would never amount to anything. Maybe you were the one on whom everyone counted. What were the stories you grew up with or maybe told yourself to make sense of things–that people who got involved with drugs were weak-willed and immoral? That all black people are poor? [that story caught up with Bernie Sanders and got him in trouble this week] Maybe it was the story that if somebody makes fun of you or hits you, you hit them back, punch them in the face? That we don’t talk about the abuse or the violence? Maybe it was a story that said your body is dirty and ugly? That you’re stupid? As Dr. Phil might say, "How’s that working for you?" And Brene Brown might ask, "Are those stories true? Maybe it’s time to ‘rumble’ with them." Do not remember the former things, or consider the things of old. Stay open to grace. Remember what you’re grateful for. Learn from your mistakes and failures. Figure out what your strengths or gifts are, use them as God intended them to be used. Find your choir with whom to test out some "new think" about yourself . It’s never too late to build new neural pathways in our brains–our brains stay "plastic"–changeable-- well into old age, so "new think" is not only possible but often necessary, even life-giving.

The sense of smell, it is said, is directly linked to our memory. [That’s what some of those neural pathways are doing.] A whiff of perfume or cologne can remind us of someone. The smell of turkey conjures up memories of Thanksgivings and family gatherings. Some people say the smell of hot, mulled cider reminds them of Christmas Eve here.

But what of the smell of that expensive perfume made of pure nard that was released at that strange dinner party at the home of Mary and Martha and Lazarus that we read about a little while ago? Did it remind them of the burial that had taken place, just days ago, the burial of Lazarus whom Jesus raised and was now "one of those at table with him"? (One can only imagine what his presence did to the dinner conversation.) After all, nard was used to anoint the dead, and here was Mary, anointing Jesus’ feet and wiping them with her hair. While smell can bring up memories, here was a fragrance that overwhelmed a present moment of intimacy, this letting down of a woman’s hair, this anointing of feet that was usually done by men, this extravagance–this "wasteful extravagance," according to Judas–of love, poured out not only on feet but penetrating the very air they breathed. "There’s only so much to go around," Judas spoke the old think they were most likely all thinking. "We can’t help the poor unless we scrimp and save, not only our money but also our joy and love."

"Leave her alone," Jesus said. "She bought it so that she might keep it for the day of my burial. You always have the poor with you–and you can and should always give to the poor–but you do not always have me." This is a time for new think. This fragrance was not only the fragrance of death and burial, but through that death would come new life. Behold I am doing a new thing. Do you not perceive it?

This radical newness that we do not generate ourselves is loose in the world–the perfume is out of the bottle. The old boundaries between peoples and nations, the walls between colors and bone structures of the one race of humanity, the old notions of greatness and power are all unraveling, and not without a fight, not without resistance and protest. The old false stories we’ve told ourselves, or been told about ourselves, are even now being transformed into new stories of truth and promise.

This is not merely re-arranging the furniture or a new coat of paint. This is not resuscitation at the hands of a hard-working team of EMT’s or folks trained in CPR. There is no other way to describe this radical newness that we don’t generate ourselves than resurrection. This new life, this resurrection, is both now and not yet–but how desperately we need it, in our nation, in our world, in our community, in the church, in our own lives. It will not happen until we go through the death of the old, not until we wander in the wilderness as long as it takes us to be ready for the new and promised land.

New life–lush, green, its fragrance penetrating death and diffusing itself until it fills the whole house–God is doing this new thing, creating this new life, even now. Do you not perceive it?

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
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A hand-knit sweater and hand-knit baby blanket are pictured above. As in past years, knitters of our congregation made a large number of each. With Church World Service no longer "doing" baby kits," 25 baby blankets and 25 baby sweaters (many with intricate patterns) were donated to the US Committee for Refugees. The women also donated "one-zies," and receiving blankets they had sewn. Staff at the reception center in Albany were effusively grateful.

 

Earlier this year, jackets, hats, mittens and boots as well as large pots and pans were donated by 2CC members for refugees being settled in Albany. Large pots and pans for stove-top cooking are especially needed for families with many children. Palm Sunday we will again gratefully receive donations of kitchen and eating utensils to be delivered to the reception center in Albany. There, kitchen utensils, along with pots and pans, plates, bowls and "silverware," are sorted and stored along with outerwear. Before refugees move in, apartments are rented and outfitted appropriately for a specific family.
"Lost"- Psalm 32:1-7, Luke 15:1-3, 11b-32-- March 6, 2016

"Lost"- Psalm 32:1-7, Luke 15:1-3, 11b-32-- March 6, 2016

Most of us have heard this story that Ted just read for us many times. We may know it as the Parable of the Prodigal Son. Even if we haven’t heard this story, if we’ve ever heard the word "prodigal" used–and it’s not all that common outside "church-y" contexts–it’s probably attached to the word "son"–"prodigal son."

Actually, the word "prodigal" never appears in the story, did you notice? It’s probably in the heading that got added to the text and translation, but it’s been added from one of those many, many layers of tradition and understanding that stand between Jesus and us. Probably a more appropriate heading–if you felt the gospel should be divided up by headings–would be, "The Parable of the Lost Son," following the parables of the lost sheep and the lost coin that come right before it. Jesus told these stories about "lost" things and people after the Pharisees and scribes "were grumbling and saying, ‘This fellow welcomes sinners and eats with them.’"

"So he told them this parable: ‘Which one of you, having a hundred sheep and losing one of them, does not leave the ninety-nine in the wilderness and go after the one that is lost until you find it?" ..."Or what woman having ten silver coins, if she loses one of them, does not light a lamp, sweep the house, and search carefully until she finds it?"....And then, "There was man who had two sons... ...who both ended up lost in the wilderness," he might have added–the wilderness of losing sight of who they really were.

Have you ever been in that wilderness? The wilderness of waking up one day and realizing you had made a terrible mistake....that what you thought you had wanted most really wasn’t? Some people wake up in a job like that, or a marriage like that, or a lifestyle like that, or an addiction like that. Oh, my goodness, how did I get here? Oh, no, I never thought it would be like this....I thought I would be happier....

It’s an age-old dilemma, obviously, as we’ve just read this ancient story about the two sons who found themselves in the wilderness of estrangement. But today it is perhaps even more common, because everywhere we turn, we are being called, beckoned, seduced, sold on a product or an image or an assumption or a view of reality; and, if we stop to think about it, or really check in with our deepest selves, we realize that is NOT what or where or how we want to be. It may be right for someone else, we even say, but it’s not right for me. That’s if we ever stop to really notice.

It took being in a pigsty–the most unholy, unkosher place for a good Jewish boy to be–his stomach roaring with hunger to finally bring the younger son "to his senses," as one translation puts it, or even more accurately, "to himself." "But when he came to himself, he said, ‘How many of my father’s hired hands have bread enough and to spare, but here I am dying of hunger!" He remembered where he had come from, a household where servants were given more than adequate food to eat, from a father who allowed him to run after all those things that he thought would make him happy so he could find out for himself. "He came to himself."

I’ve read some commentaries that say that this younger son then connived to wheedle his way back into his father’s good graces, made up a story that he rehearsed, and then most likely gloated when the old man bought the line. But I don’t see that in the story. I find it equally plausible that he had to tell himself over and over again that he had screwed up–that he had "sinned against heaven and his father"–and that that, rather than an excuse, was going to be the first thing on his lips when he got home. And that’s as far as we see or hear from this younger son, because the father–the real prodigal in the story–the one who was excessively extravagant with his love and generosity–takes over the heart of the story.

Then, of course, there’s the elder son, the one who had spent his life in joyless obedience, who we never see "coming to himself." Perhaps it is unreasonable and unfair to expect this of him in this highly structured and stratified society with its emphasis on the family as the immovable core. But he had wasted his father’s love just as surely as his younger brother had wasted his father’s money. He had thought love was a limited quantity, so if his father showed love to his younger brother, surely that meant there was less or nothing left for him. He found himself in a wilderness of his own making as surely as his younger brother had.

How do we survive such a wilderness? If it is of our own making–by our mistakes, our mis-judgments, our foolishness, or even our immaturity–how do we "un-make" it? The clue may be in what happened to that young man in the pigpen. "He came to himself." We can "come to ourselves," take a good, hard look at where we are, but perhaps more importantly, who we are. We can be mindful, in other words. Again, like all the other practices of resilience we’ve looked at this season of Lent, it’s most helpful if we practice this "pre-emptively," that is, before we head into the wilderness.

So, a couple more of the qualities or practices of resilient people are first, to learn from failure, AND secondly, to lead from your strengths. The younger son certainly recognized his failure and learned from it. He then used his innate strength of courage (after all, he had been brave enough to leave the known world of his father’s house) and headed home to face the music.

You may be reluctant to talk about your "strengths," in case that’s too much like boasting, but you might think of them as gifts–given to you by God. On the bottom of the announcement side of your insert, you’ll see what may have been mysterious if you read it before: it says "Website for character strengths: www.viacharacter.org" If you enjoy this sort of thing, you might go to this website and take the free survey–it takes about 15 min.–and it will give you a list of 24 character strengths that you have, in order from top to bottom. These may be things like honesty, spirituality, forgiveness, love of learning, appreciation of beauty, fairness, gratitude, that sort of thing. If you don’t "do computers," you might ask a trusted friend or family member to tell you what they think your top strengths are.

When you’re in the wilderness, it’s helpful to know and to call on your strengths. One of my top signature strengths, for example, is gratitude, and I told you last week about using gratitude to help me through the wilderness of Bruce’s hospitalization 15 years ago. And remember other resilience practices we’ve talked about – ask for help, call on your choir, don’t lose sight of the positive and the possible, learn from failure.

Of course, as I said, the real "prodigal" in this story was the Father, whose overwhelming strength was his Love, love freely offered to both his sons, amazing grace, for neither son "deserved" it. God’s love is like that, Jesus said. Belden Lane, in his book The Solace of Fierce Landscapes describes what it is like to discover that Love in the midst of wilderness experiences, even when it’s the last thing we may be looking for or expecting–

...Ever distrustful of grace, I assent more readily to being destroyed than to being loved. It’s too much to presume that I might be the object of God’s deepest longing, profoundly loved by that which frightens me most. Why am I drawn to desert and mountain [or ocean] fierceness? What impels me to its unmitigated honesty, its dreadful capacity to strip bare, its long, compelling silence? It’s the frail hope that in finding myself brought to the edge–to the macabre, stone-silent edge of death itself–I may hear a word whispered in its loneliness. The word is ‘love,’ spoken pointedly and undeniably to me. It may have been uttered many times in the past, but I’m fully able to hear it only in that silence. [cited in Niles, Almanac of the Soul, Feb. 13]

Sometimes the wilderness turns out to be a gift, the gift of no escape from the Truth, and fiercely, wondrously, ruthlessly, that Truth is that we are loved. That even now God is waiting with open arms to embrace us from wherever we have wandered from our true selves. "This one welcomes sinners and eats with them," they said about God. The same is true today. We are welcomed to this table where God invites us to eat and drink and be filled with God’s very self. Even if once–or twice or a thousand times–you were lost, now you are found. Let us keep the feast.

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
Ocean Wilderness March 6

Ocean Wilderness March 6

Blue waves of ocean wilderness rolled on the altar table, surfing onto a shore of beautiful shells and drawing congregation members after worship to yet another "Wilderness" diorama during our Lenten exploration of wildernesses, geographic and spiritual
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The Wilderness - Desert

The Wilderness - Desert

Congregation members admire the desert wilderness created on the altar by Barbara True-Weber and Mike Weber.

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“Thirsty for God”-- Psalm 63:1-8, Luke 13:1-9-- Feb. 28, 2016

“Thirsty for God”-- Psalm 63:1-8, Luke 13:1-9-- Feb. 28, 2016

I remember exactly where I was when I got both phone calls. The first one came just as I was getting up one Tuesday morning, and I answered the phone by our bed. It was my mother. “Mary, your dad died this morning.” The second one came when I was visiting my mother at her home in North Carolina. My brother George had just left for the airport, when the phone rang. The caller asked for me, instead of my mother, and then my sister-in-law got on the line and agonizingly told me that my brother Bob had died.

I remember the moisture instantly evaporating from my tongue, and adrenaline flooding my body so that my ears rang and my vision closed in. I was instantly transported to a wilderness of loss and shock.

O God, my God, I seek you, my soul thirsts for you; my flesh faints for you, as in a dry and weary land where there is no water.

Perhaps you have been in such a place too. A phone call in the middle of the night–or the middle of the day–both can be equally life-changing. A diagnosis spoken. A terrible truth revealed. A betrayal uncovered. An accident that in a moment changes everything. A wilderness of loss and shock that feels utterly alien.

At that very time there were some present who told [Jesus] about the Galileans whose blood Pilate had mingled with their sacrifices [Luke tells us]. He asked them, “Do you think that because these Galileans suffered in this way they were worse sinners than all other Galileans?...Or those eighteen who were killed when the tower of Siloam fell on them–do you think that they were worse offenders than all the others living in Jerusalem?”

It seems that bad news has been a topic of conversation for millenia. Pilate’s killing of Jews worshiping in the Temple was merely a first century version of bombs going off in mosques or churches or synagogues today. Or of 9 people being gunned down at Bible study. The tower of Siloam–part of the old wall around Jerusalem–fell on people who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, just as any tornado or cyclone can destroy houses and schools, apartment buildings and farms. “Were any of them worse offenders?” Was this a punishment from God? Was Superstorm Sandy a punishment of New York’s immoral way of life, or 9/11 God’s vengeance for gay marriage, abortionists, and feminists?

“No, I tell you,” Jesus said, “but unless you repent, you will all perish as they did.” The notion of tragedy as punishment for sin was common in Jesus’ day and is suggested elsewhere in the bible, and as strongly as we might dismiss it, we may still be tempted to say in the midst of crisis, “Why is this happening to me?” Or, conversely, we may hear those whose homes or families escaped destruction saying, “Somehow God chose to save us.” (But not our neighbors?)

Jesus doesn’t go there. “No, I tell you,” he said, “but unless you repent, you will all perish as they did.” Of course we will all perish–even Jesus did–but we do have choices about how we will live right now. Let the tragedy of others – which just as easily could have happened to you– let such events remind you to take a look at how you are living your life. If your life were to end like theirs tomorrow, how would you feel about the shape of your life? And if tragedy should come to you–should you find yourself in the wilderness of loss and grief–what choices can you make right now that will help you through that dry and thirsty land?

There was a woman in my church in Syracuse who had two young daughters and who was married to a state policeman. She was also a nurse, and was well-acquainted with the tragedies that can change a life in an instant. She was terrified that some such tragedy might befall either or both of her daughters. “I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to either of them,” she told me. None of us can anticipate “what we would do” in such a situation, but we cannot simply live each day in fear and dread of such a thing. That sucks the very life out of us and closes us off from the real joy and gratitude that is to be experienced by having such loved ones in our lives.

While none of us can say for sure exactly how we will react when loss or failure or grief comes our way, which it will, we can make choices, we can take on practices, that can build up our strength and resilience for making it through such times. We may think of the “repentance” that Jesus talks about as simply being intentional about working on our relationship with God– taking stock of where we are in relationship to where our true path lies–“confessing,” if you will where we have wandered from that truth, where we have gotten distracted by that which will not provide us with Real Life. Making prayer and meditation a regular part of our lives keeps us open to the presence of God, which is always and everywhere with us. More than “belief,” more than “faith,” even, we can come to trust in God.

I know I have shared with you my own practice of framing my prayer in gratitude for God’s presence and healing already at work in places of need and despair, so that when word came to me several years ago that Bruce had had an asthma arrest and had to be resuscitated and intubated, I was able to move from praying, “O please, o please, don’t let anything happen to him” to “Thank you, God, for Your presence with Bruce and his doctors and all those attending to him.” It immediately shifted my ability to respond more clearly and skillfully.

One of the things that resilient people do is to turn to their “choir”–those connections and people who are “singing their song,” even–perhaps especially-- in the midst of crisis. Three wise connections are first, the “experts”–call 9-1-1, if necessary, or your doctor, or pastor, depending upon what the crisis is. Secondly, we can turn to others who have been through similar crises but are further along the road–a grief support group, perhaps, or those recovering from similar medical conditions, that sort of thing; and thirdly, we can turn to our choir, those whom we trust implicitly, whom we know love us and genuinely want to be of support. I know our New England sense of independence often makes it hard for us to ask others for help, but our asking may actually be a gift to them, allowing them to put their love for us into action. And in this model of “choir,” of course, having a relationship with the “choir director”–God–will be invaluable.

In the wilderness of loss and grief, we can choose to notice the blessings amidst the burdens and struggles. One observer wrote, “Those who exhibited resilience after the Sept. 11 attacks were neither in denial nor selfish. They experienced great pain, suffering, and loss just like everyone else. What made their circumstance different was that they were able to let the negativity sit alongside positive emotions like gratitude, love, and joy.” [Jennifer Mattson, The Wellness List, Psychology Today, 1/31/16] They noticed the generosity of friends and strangers, they felt the love others expressed toward them, they were able to allow laughter to come alongside the tears. They didn’t allow themselves to get sucked endlessly into the negative. It reminds me of a cartoon where Winnie the Pooh and Piglet are walking along and Pooh says, “You know, the world could end tomorrow.” And Piglet says, “Yes, but what if it doesn’t?”

Steve Doughty, a Presbyterian minister and writer, says that “over the years I have been much nurtured by a band of persons I regard as ‘the holy resilient.’ When subjected to the fiercest pressures of change, the holy resilient do not just endure or bound back. They become more: more compassionate, deeper, simpler in their desires, and more focused in how they use their time.” [Weavings, vol. Xxviii, no. 2, p. 5] He has observed in these “holy resilient ones” a two-fold rhythm: the rhythm of releasing and taking hold; knowing when and what to let go of, knowing, discerning what to hold on to.

So Doughty suggests 6 questions we might ask ourselves when faced with the profound changes and challenges that may come our way. No, make that, will come our way. These are the questions–
1. What must I/we let go of? That might be anything from old ways of life, to abilities we once had, to life itself.
2. In the midst of this change that is taking place, what abides? Who and what remains?
3. What of Christ am I/are we invited to put on? Is it patience, kindness, generosity, faithfulness, love, any of those gifts of the Spirit? Another way to think of this might be, What of Christ is already within me that I can call upon? What are my God-given strengths that I might put to use here?
4. What fresh glimpses of God’s grace do I/we see amid all that is going on? For what can I/we be grateful for? What unexpected gift was given to us today?
5. What models of faithful change can I/we look to? This is like that 2nd group of connections we talked about–who has been through this–and seems to have come out “more”?
And finally, 6. How might what I am/we are learning help others? You see this in people like the mothers and fathers of the Newtown, CT children who have devoted their energies toward getting gun control legislation passed, or the woman who started Mothers Against Drunk Drivers, or Sally Donovan, whose son Peter was killed on 9/11 who started schools for girls in Afghanistan.

Sometimes the very refuse of our lives becomes the fertilizer in which we grow and bear remarkable fruit. That, I think, is what Jesus was getting at in the parable about the fig tree which hadn’t produced any fruit and which the owner was ready to cut down. The gardener, though, responded, “Sir, let it alone for one more year, until I dig around it and put manure on it. If it bears fruit next year, well and good; but if not, you can cut it down.” It is the “other hand” of Jesus’ “unless you repent, you will all perish just as they did.” We are given just so much time to get our lives “in order,” so to speak, to accept God’s invitation to live in relationship. At some point, our time will be up. But know that God is infinitely patient, knows that when you-know-what happens it can actually provide us with opportunities to grow and even thrive, to come out “more” as Doughty said about the “holy resilient.” Patience, perseverance, giving time for the crisis to pass, knowing when to say, “This too shall pass,” are all qualities of resilience.
Even God allowed time to pass–3 days, we are told–after Jesus’ horrible, terrifying death on the cross. But oh, then, so much more than we could ever have expected came to pass. And the seed of resurrection is still planted in the midst of every death.

“O God, you are my God, I see you, my soul thirsts for you; my flesh faints for you, as in a dry and weary land where there is no water...Because your steadfast love is better than life, my lips will praise you. So I will bless you as long as I live; I will lift up my hands and call on your name. My soul is satisfied as with a rich feast, and my mouth praises you with joyful lips when I think of you on my bed, and meditate on you in the watches of the night; for you have been my help, and in the shadow of your wings I sing for joy.

So may we find water in the dry desert of loss. So may we be sustained in that weary land. So
may we even come to sing songs of joy.

Amen, and amen.

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
2CC Donations for Refugees

2CC Donations for Refugees

Jackets, hats, mittens and boots as well as large pots and pans were donated by 2CC members for refugees being settled in Albany. Large pots and pans for stove-top cooking are especially needed for families with many children.
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Women of the congregation knit and donated 25 baby blankets and 25 baby sweaters, many with intricate patterns.
The women also donated "one-zies," and receiving blankets they had sewn.
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At the reception center in Albany, outerwear for winter cold unfamiliar to most refugees, and kitchen utensils, pots and pans are sorted and stored. Apartments are rented and outfitted before the refugees move in.

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Mary's for Banner

Mary's for Banner

From middle of town intersection of Routes 7 & 9, take Route 7 south 2 blocks.
Turn left onto Hillside St. (just before Friendly’s). Church is located on right at top of hill.


All people of faith or in search of faith are welcome in our worship and work at Second Congregational Church, United Church of Christ, at 115 Hillside St. Sunday morning worship begins at 10 o’clock, and includes a Time for the Children in All of Us, after which children up through grade 5 are dismissed for Godly Play. The Middle- and High-school Class is at the Kitchen Cupboard this week for their monthly service work. On this Third Sunday of Easter, Rev. Mary Lee-Clark’s sermon is entitled, “Resurrected into the Ordinary,” based on the story from John’s gospel about Jesus’ meeting the disciples on the lakeshore.
A time of fellowship and refreshment for the whole church family follows in Webster Hall, and the Reading Group meets at 11:35.



Hygiene Kits (health kits) are Ziploc bags of toiletries that we at Second Congregational assemble each year to be sent to Church World Service for folks in need in places of disaster and poverty. You can help by giving the following items (or money to purchase) to Lorna Cheriton:
Hand Towels (approx. 16" - 28") Washcloth
Toothbrush in wrapper Bath-sized soap
Wide tooth Comb Regular sized Band-Aids
Nail Clippers



Vermont Gubernatorial Candidates Forums in Addison and Bennington County will be holding a forum on
April 9th from 3:30pm - 5:30pm, at St. Peter’s Episcopal Church, 200 Pleasant Street, Bennington, VT. The next Governor of Vermont will make critical decisions that will shape the lives of our communities for decades. Our next governor could be the leader who will help grow a vibrant, stable, open Vermont for all families. Who are the people who want to take on this role? Where do they stand on the issues that will most affect our lives and families in Addison and Bennington Counties? We have invited all current candidates and have confirmations already from Matt Dunne, Bruce Lisman, Peter Galbraith, and Sue Minter. Free event register at: www.radvt.org/apr9


The Open Door deadline is April 10th! Please submit any articles electronically to bennscc@sover.net.
Sunday, April 10th The reading group will meet in the Clayton Room at 11:45.
Tuesday, April 12th at 7pm. Trustees Meeting.
"Whom Shall I Fear?" --Psalm 27, Luke 13:31-35-- Feb. 21, 2016

"Whom Shall I Fear?" --Psalm 27, Luke 13:31-35-- Feb. 21, 2016

"Get away from here," some Pharisees told Jesus, "for Herod wants to kill you." "Death to America!" we see and hear on the news. ISIS posts gruesome videos of beheadings. We proclaim a "war on terror" and find ourselves more terrified than ever. African American brothers and sisters live in fear of the police, mothers nad fathers fearful for their children being killed. Signs and hashtags and voices shout, "Black Lives Matter!" because there is so much evidence from city streets and jails and prisons that they don’t. Fear is the air we breathe, the water we drink–literally, as our planet and its resources are threatened. Supergerms and diseases like zika lurk invisibly. We live in fear for our children, as they face challenges and are growing up in a world that so often seems to be spinning out of control. First-graders are gunner down in classrooms, theaters and shopping malls no longer safe. We fear for our jobs, so tenuous in this struggling economy. We fear the debilitating effects of aging, for ourselves and our parents. We worry about the future of our church. We worry that we are not enough, that we are not up to the challenges and expectations others have for us. It could well be said that we are living in a wilderness of fear, always struggling up rough slopes of challenge and impossible tasks, always seeming to be on the edge of some precipice of disaster.

From that ancient story of Adam and Eve in the garden, discovering after they had disobeyed God that they were naked and vulnerable, we find "the ancient taproot of fear in human life [as one writer puts it]. At a primal level of awareness we know that before God and in the world we are completely and distressingly naked, vulnerable to assaults against our person, our place, our relationships, our sense of meaning and purpose." [John S. Mogabgab, Weavings, Mar./Apr. 1999, p. 2]

"Get away from here, for Herod wants to kill you," they told Jesus, but Jesus chose to stay, to continue his work, casting out demons, healing people, exposed and vulnerable to Herod’s men, courageously choosing that vulnerability. "The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear?" the psalmist wrote. "Though an army encamp against me, my heart shall not fear; though war rise up against me, Yet I will be confident." Jesus would have known that psalm. Oh, to have that kind of confidence and courage!

David Lose points out that there are two kinds of courage–the first is courage in an immediate situation. Courage doesn’t mean we are without fear, and in fact, as another writer puts it, "In healthy fear, what little power we may have is wonderfully concentrated. It is the mother of wisdom and the companion of courage." [Robert Morris, Weavings, op cit., p. 21] To have courage in an immediate situation is being willing and able to act, even though we are afraid. Such courage doesn’t just "pop up" in the moment, but it is the manifestation of character, the accumulation of practice and behavior. The second kind of courage is the kind that anticipates and walks toward a situation of adversity, choosing not to turn away. This too, says Lose, is the manifestation of "character that has emerged from a lifetime of facing fears and shouldering burdens and that is also being forged in the very moment of accepting challenges and responsibilities that one could avoid." [inthemeantime, 2/17/16] Thus we see Jesus "setting his face toward Jerusalem," even though he knew what awaited him there.

Through her research on shame and vulnerability, sociologist Brene Brown has con- cluded, "You can’t get to courage without walking through vulnerability." It seems counter-intui-tive--isn’t vulnerability exactly what we fear? That our vulnerability will be exploited by those who wish us harm, that vulnerability will expose our true weaknesses and faults and we will be seen as the imperfect, flawed human beings or even nations that we are? Don’t we have to build walls and impenetrable defenses around ourselves, never apologize or admit weakness or error? Otherwise, surely we will be taken advantage of. Vulnerability is for weaklings, for losers.

Interestingly, researchers studying the effects of marketing and advertizing on those who claimed to be invulnerable to their siren songs found that "far from being an effective shield, the illusion of invulnerability undermines the very response that would have supplied genuine protection." [Brene Brown, Daring Greatly, p. 40] When we do not face our fears and vulnera-bilities squarely, we actually shut ourselves off from the strengths and resources available to us which can help us live more fully and wholeheartedly.

It was perhaps this refusal and loss of support and community that drove Jesus to lament over Jerusalem, "O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the city that kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to it! How often have I desired to gather your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings, and you were not willing!" Able to see those, like Herod, who wanted to kill him not just as enemies but as those who had chosen to cut themselves off from any true healing and source of power, Jesus’ words also challenge us to see the multiple layers within those who would do us harm–those who would inflict terror perhaps have also been humiliated, perhaps have seen their loved ones killed or cut off. Not to make excuses, but to be mindful of the many-sided responses that might be available to us.

In the wilderness of fear, we can practice courage by facing our fear and seeing the multiplicity of responses we might make. Psychologist Maria Sirois writes, "As we turn to face fear, our vision of the worst shifts and our heart calms. We can bring ourselves back to the present moment where choice abounds and let go of the terror of what might yet be or what has been and attend to the moment that is." [A Short Course in Happiness After Loss, excerpted on Wholebeing Institute website]. So in practicing mindfulness in meditation, honing those skills to examine our emotions, we might see what comes up alongside fear-- like sadness, or anger, or powerlessness, or disappointment, or frustration, OR possibility. We might see our adversaries as complex figures who not only hate us but may also experience grief, hopelessness, humiliation. So, mindfulness is one practice we might adopt so that we do not have to be paralyzed by that overwhelming, monolithic, red-face of FEAR.

Brene Brown suggests that our culture is so dominated by the fear of scarcity–of not having enough and not being enough–we are actually contributing to our on-going dissension and dysfunction, instead of having the courage to admit and honor our sense of vulnerability.

There are enough of us struggling with the issue of worthiness [she writes] that it’s shaping the culture...From 9/11, multiple wars, and the recession, to catastrophic natural disasters and the increase in random violence and school shootings, we’ve survived and are surviving events that have torn at our sense of safety with such force that we’ve experienced them as trauma even if we weren’t directly involved....Worrying about scarcity is our culture’s version of post-traumatic stress. It happens when we’ve been through too much and rather than coming together to heal (which requires vulnerability), we’re angry and scared and at each other’s throats." [Brown, op cit. , p. 27]

Sounds something like this campaign season, doesn’t it?

"O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the city that kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to it! How often have I desired to gather your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings, and your were not willing!" What a wonderful maternal image for God–a hen who would gather her chicks under her wings–"strong and tender," as our bulletin covers say, courageous and vulnerable. One Biblical scholar tells the story of a "barnyard fire...in which those cleaning up have found a dead hen, scorched and blackened, and live chicks sheltering under her wings." [NT Wright, cited by K. Matthews in Sermon Seeds, 2/21/16] That is the fierce, courageous, vulnerable power of God’s love for us. This is a God whose presence and power is to be reckoned with–that is, before whom we ought to experience a holy, healthy fear–but this is not a God from whom we should fear vindictiveness or random assaults of power. Rudolph Otto called this the mysterium tremendum–"a Tremendous Mystery." [The Idea of the Holy] This is the God who took on human flesh and shared all the frailty of human life, even death on a cross, for us.

So in this wilderness of fear, during this season of Lent, we have choices of a number of different practices, in addition to the traditional ones of prayer, fasting, almsgiving, study, and worship. We can practice courage, as Brene Brown says, "by showing up, by letting ourselves be seen, and by honoring vulnerability." We can practice being mindful by meditating, and in that mindfulness, examine those things we fear and maybe become aware of other emotions connected to that fear. In our meditation and prayer, we might hold those people we fear in the presence of God, seeing what light might be shed upon them.

In that practice of mindfulness, we can also take note of the things we have to be grateful for–another practice of resilience. In the midst of our fears about ageing, we can give thanks for the wisdom we’ve obtained through the years and for the abilities, though different, still available to us. In the midst of our worries over the security of our jobs or our retirement funds, we can be grateful for the jobs we haveand the skills we’ve gained, for the funds that are still there. In the midst of our worries over our "enoughness," we might make a point of noting and expressing our thanks to those friends and loved ones who love us as we are.

In our national conversations, what energies and creativity might be released for problem-solving if, instead of focusing solely on all that’s wrong with our country, we celebrated and reinforced all that is right ? "Make America Great Again" is the slogan of one of the presidential candidates’ campaign, but Nancy Rockwell urges us not to lose sight of the ways that the U.S. is great now– we have the largest, most capable military the world has ever seen, she says, a large, strong economy which though it has been rocked, is better than most; we earn the most Nobel prizes, we are the "purveyors of the stuff the world gets on its knees for: medicine, cars, hi-tech, Coke, Levis, rock and rolls, movies, and perhaps the ultimate Most, as every third world citizen will tell you, the greatest thing about America is so many grocery stores and all the shelves are full" [The Bite in the Apple, 2/18/16] –unless, of course, you live in the inner cities which are wastelands for real food]. "So," Rockwell asks, "how will ramping up fear of immigrants and purging the country of Latinos and Moslems, reducing wages, repealing Affordable Health Care, and denying climate change make us greater?" We must acknowledge and addres the things that are "wrong" or not working in our national agenda, but we must not lose sight of our gifts and strengths. One of the skills of resilient people is their ability to face both the negative and positive aspects of their situation and not succumb to the negative. We can choose to put our energy into the positive.

"The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?...Teach me your way, O God..."

The way that Jesus taught was the way of vulnerability and courage, the way of gratitude and perseverance, the way of self-awareness and the ability to see others in all their multiplicity, the way of trust in God in the face of adversity. Even in the wilderness of fear, we have choices. Remember that Mother Hen Jesus longs to shelter us beneath her wings in a community of love and belonging. In the wilderness of fear, know that we are not alone and without resources. So may we "be strong, and let our hearts take courage."

Amen, and amen.

 

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
The Wilderness

The Wilderness

Members of the congregation admire the Mountain "Wilderness" created on the altar table by Barbara and Mike. Our church is exploring various aspects of wilderness during Lent, as Jesus went into the wilderness before beginning his public ministry. Each week during Lent, Barbara and Mike will create a representation of a different type of wilderness.

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"Into the Wilderness"-- Luke 4:1-13-- Feb. 14, 2016

"Into the Wilderness"-- Luke 4:1-13-- Feb. 14, 2016

The story is told of a young woman from what was then the Soviet Union, who came to the United States to study theology. "Upon entering a supermarket for the first time, she promptly fainted. Her senses simply shut down, overwhelmed by the unending aisles and avalanche of products." Or, of another woman "who was unable to find a particular brand of crackers on the supermarket shelf even though the box was right before her eyes. Its presence was masked by the surrounding thicket of other cracker boxes. "Apparently," one writer says, "our capacity to take in what is most important and to perceive what we are most seeking has become clogged by unrestrained abundance, ‘confused [as it were] by adjacent irrelevancies.’" [John Mogabgab, Weavings, May/June 2001, p. 1]

Lent is a time for clearing away all those "adjacent irrelevancies" to see if we can discover what is most important in our lives. It is an entirely counter-cultural idea. If anything, we are taught to seek what is "important" by acquiring more things, doing more things, by taking in more and more information through more and more means and devices. "Too much information" is not only the response to the friend who wants to tell you about everything that transpired in the bathroom this morning, but also to daily life in 21st c. America. We are literally re-wiring the brains of our children and young people to accommodate this amount of stimulus, so, more than ever, the idea of Lent, of intentionally sifting through and letting go of what is not essential in our lives, seems at best quaint or archaic, perhaps escapist, maybe just one more of those self-help schemes that tout all sorts of remarkable results but end up being discarded after a couple of days.

"I was at least 25 years old before I learned that Lent wasn’t about punishing myself for being human," Barbara Brown Taylor wrote. ["The Wilderness Exam," Day1.org, 2/21/10] You may be familiar with that understanding of Lent–you must purge your appetites, confess all the deeds for which you are heartily sorry, give up anything that gives you pleasure, don’t smile too broadly, wear somber colors. More recently, there has been a move away from giving up some pleasure–like chocolate-- or habit–like smoking-- and taking on some useful or beneficial practice, like putting aside money to be given to some good cause, or writing a card or hand-written letter to people too long out of touch, or starting a gratitude journal. One of my favorite suggestions that I recently read was from the Rev. Michael Slaughter, who suggests "a forty-day fast from being a jerk." If only we could prescribe Lenten disciplines for other people, right?!

To help him get clear about what was important in his life, we read in Luke that "the Spirit led Jesus in the wilderness, where for forty days he was tempted by the devil." The wilderness–eremos is the Greek word–and it doesn’t mean hot and dry, but rather uninhabited, lonely, with no human population [David Rensberger, Weavings, May/June 2001, p. 7]. "In a word, it means deserted." "Desert" is probably how we picture the Judean wilderness that Jesus was led to, and it is a barren, rocky, dry land. But all wildernesses do not necessarily look like that.

One of you wrote on the "Wilderness" sheet in Webster Hall, that "the middle of North Star Bay in northern Greenland, in the fog" comes to mind when you think of Wilderness. Another wrote, "places in God’s creation that are WILD, natural, untainted by human activity-and-leftovers." To someone who’s lived her whole life in Kansas, an ocean beach looks like wilderness. To a desert-dweller, an old-growth forest is a wild and scary place. Mountain ranges and rushing rivers can be places of wilderness.

But of course, the wilderness is not only a geographical location. Most of us have had at least one wilderness experience in our lives. "Maybe it just looked like a hospital waiting room to you," writes Barbara Brown Taylor, " or the sheets on a cheap motel bed after you got kicked out of your house, or maybe it looked like the parking lot where you couldn’t find your car on the day you lost your job. It may even have been a kind of desert in the middle of your own chest, where you begged for a word from God and heard nothing but the wheezing bellows of your own chest." Maybe it was your own house the first time you walked into it after saying good-bye to a loved one; or the grain on your kitchen table you stared at after you spouse told you they’d had an affair. "Wildernesses come in so many shapes and sizes," Taylor says, "that the only way you can really tell you are in one is to look around for what you normally count on to save your life and come up empty. No food. No earthly power, no special protection–just a Bible-quoting devil and a whole bunch of sand." [Ibid.]

"Jesus, full of the Holy Spirit, returned from the Jordan and was led by the Spirit in the wilderness, where for forty days he was tempted by the devil." Luke and Matthew detail the conversation between Jesus and his temptor–conversations about bread, power, and safety. In our day, David Lose suggests, they could easily be about youth, beauty, and wealth, or confidence, fame, and security. [inthemeantime, 2/14/16] Jesus’ temptations "involve good things that come between God and ourselves," which, when they become our sole focus, lead us away from our true vocation and relationship with God." [Bruce Epperly, Adventurous Lectionary, 2/14/16] Maybe family is your temptation–such a good thing, a wonderful gift, but we can be tempted to devote all our time and energy into that tight circle of relationships and close ourselves off from the rest of the human family. Or maybe it’s fitness and health–being good stewards of our bodies is part of our faithful response to God’s good gift. But when they consume all our time, prevent us from ever being available for other experiences or people, when we define our worth by whether we win or lose, how we look, how we feel, then we might need to examine what lord we are serving.

The North African Desert Father and Mothers, mystics of the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th centuries, moved out into the desert precisely to eliminate the world’s distractions and temptations. But they came to "believe that the greatest temptation was to have no temptation. As Abba Anthony once asserted, ‘Whoever has not experienced temptation cannot enter the kingdom of God...[And even], without temptation no one can be saved.’" [Epperly, op cit.] We have to be able to recognize all those other gods beside God who appear so friendly and appealing and seductive.

So it is said that Jesus was human because he "was tempted like we are." The point isn’t that he was tempted to overindulge in food or drink, or that he may or may not have had intimate relationships, but rather that he had to get clear about what was and wasn’t the God he would serve. Like an athlete in training for a race or a match or an event, he had to hone his skills, sharpen his abilities, strengthen his body and mind to manage his appetites, obtain clarity and grit for the task before him, which was nothing short of turning the world upside down.

The wisdom of this wilderness "vision quest" is largely lost to our culture, though still part of many other indigenous cultures. We in the church even have so domesticated this sense of wilderness, preferring instead the more "reasonable approach," of reading, perhaps, or study, or coming up with a carefully arranged schedule or calendar. All of which can be fruitful, but the real wilderness experiences–those times when we are not in control, when what happened today was not on the calendar, when we have none of the usual landmarks by which to get our bearings, when the things and the people which have made up our lives are gone–those wilderness experiences will come to us, whether chosen or not.

And so gaining the skills and grit, but perhaps more importantly the clarity about who we are and Whose we are, will help us go through those wilderness. With what besides God do we usually fill up the empty spaces inside us? Busyness? Food? Drink? Exercise? Facebook? What good gifts from God have we used only to serve ourselves? What distracts us from our true selves, our true purpose, if we have ever even taken the time to discern what that true self or true purpose is? What are the cravings we have for things that have no power to save us or to give us real life? Are we tempted to think we are not enough, that we are not worthy to be loved?

We have 40 days before us to explore some of these questions, to sort out from the midst of all the distractions and abundance what is really important, to maybe let go of some of the things we use to numb the uncomfortable or scary feelings that arise in the course of our lives. The very prospect may make your palms sweat and your breath catch. We’ll talk each week about some skills and practices that may help us have more resilience in those wilderness times. But for the meantime, Take a deep breath. Then take another. Sit quietly for a few minutes and make sure your breaths are coming all the way in and all the way out. See if you can hear your heartbeat. You may feel like you’ll die without whatever you’ve been filling the emptiness with. You probably won’t. Breathe again. It’s just one day, one breath. And then another.

The wilderness may actually turn into a gift. "The wilderness," Taylor says, "is still one of the most reality-based, spirit-filled, life-changing places a person can be." (Ibid.) For remember, it is not a "God-forsaken place," as John Stendahl writes, "nor does it belong to the devil. It is God’s home. The Holy Spirit is there, within us and beside us. And if we cannot feel that spirit inside of us or at our side, perhaps we can at least imagine Jesus there, not too far away, with enough in him to sustain us, enough to make us brave." [cited in K. Matthews, sermonseeds, 2/14/16]

So, finally, a blessing for entering this wilderness time. Just as Jesus was led into the wilderness with the name given to him at his baptism ringing in his ears, so may we take the name "Beloved," which is also ours, with us into these 40 days. Receive this blessing from Jan Richardson–

Beloved Is Where We Begin

If you would enter

into the wilderness,

do not begin

without a blessing.

Do not leave

without hearing

who you are:

Beloved,

named by the One

who has traveled this path

before you.

Do not go

without letting it echo

in your ears,

and if you find

it is hard

to let it into your heart,

do not despair.

That is what

this journey is for.

I cannot promise

this blessing will free you

from danger,

from fear,

from hunger

or thirst,

from the scorching

of sun

or the fall

of the night.

But I can tell you

that on this path

there will be help.

I can tell you

that on this way

there will be rest.

I can tell you

that you will know

the strange graces

that come to our aid

only on a road

such as this,

that fly to meet us

bearing comfort

and strength,

that come alongside us

for no other cause

than to lean themselves

toward our ear

and with their

curious insistence

whisper our name:

Beloved.

Beloved.

Beloved.

-[http://paintedprayerbook.com/2016/02/11/lent-1-beloved-is-where-we-begin/]

Amen.

 

 

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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