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"Leaky Cisterns"- Jeremiah 2:4-13, Hebrews 13:1-8, 15-16-- Aug. 28, 2016

"Leaky Cisterns"- Jeremiah 2:4-13, Hebrews 13:1-8, 15-16-- Aug. 28, 2016

I’m not sure it’s still taught in school, but I remember –vaguely– learning about the various "ages"–the stone age, iron age, bronze age, all those ancient designations of hazy history, lost in the mists of time, challenging me to imagine exactly what or who we were talking about. Were these merely primitive, simple, quasi- human people, barely upright, carrying clubs and wearing rough animal skins, grunting out primitive communication? Or, as was popular when I was growing up, were they more like Fred and Wilma Flintstone, chatty, endearingly flawed, loving their children and pets, going about their daily work, using technology, which, though largely made of stone and metal, was still remarkably useful?

Since we’re talking about a period of time that spanned centuries, if not millenia, the truth is probably somewhere in between, or, honestly, probably never exactly like Fred and Wilma. Still, when we read the Bible, particularly the Old Testament which took place largely in what we call "the iron age,"–between 1200 and 500 BCE-- we would do well not to underestimate the complexity, sophistication, and thoughtfulness of the writers and their communities, and to

listen to their questions, their fears, their wrestling with life in a way that might have something to teach us.

Take, for example, this passage from Jeremiah which Scott read for us, probably from the 6th century BCE-- "O house of Jacob and all the families of Israel–thus says the Lord: what wrong did your ancestors find in me, that they turned far away from me and went after worthless things, and became worthless themselves? ...For my people have committed two evils: they have forsaken me, the fountain of living water, and dug out cisterns for themselves, cracked cisterns that can hold no water."

In ancient Israel, and in all dry cultures, it is imperative to save water. Even today in the region of southern Israel and Egypt, the average rainfall is less than ½" a year–which means, of course, that some years it’s even less. Access to drinkable water, in fact, is one the primary sources of conflict, not only in the Middle East, but everywhere else. Even in Flint, MI and No. Bennington, VT.

Way back in the Iron Age, technologies for saving water were developed, and one of the main ways was in cisterns, usually made of limestone. Buried in the ground, bell-shaped, with a kind of grate or filter over the narrow top, these cisterns could hold gallons of water to see the people through the dry seasons...unless, of course, cracks developed in the limestone and went undetected or unrepaired. In which case, the precious water would leak out into the surrounding ground.

We know what happens to life when there is no water. It quickly becomes death. Of course, the residents of Louisiana know what happens when there is too much water in the places where human beings want to live, but no water in a desert is sure death. "Living water" though, fresh, pure, life-giving water, as Anathea Portier-Young writes, "living water rains, runs, flows, and swirls. It washes away impurity, transports nutrients, constitutes leaf and stem, blood and bone. Where water flows, life abounds. Where water stagnates, disease takes hold. Where there is no water, life cannot even begin." [workingpreacher.org, 8/28/16]

"They have forsaken me, the fountain of living water," God says through Jeremiah, "and dug out cisterns for themselves, cracked cisterns that can hold no water." They have gone after other gods, Jeremiah says, "prophesied by Baal," defiled the land, forgotten what God has done.

Jeremiah is talking about idolatry here, the first of the 10 commandments–"You shall have no other gods before me." But don’t be fooled. Idolatry isn’t just about worshiping gods like Baal in ancient Israel. The gods of idolatry have many names. "The tricky part [about idolatry, says Portier- Young] is often, when we’re doing it, it doesn’t seem like we’re worshiping false gods; or it seems like we’re pursuing good ends, that are pleasing to the true God; it seems like we’re doing what is necessary for our survival." (Ibid.) Here’s one little visit to idolatry some of us have made-- "I just want a place where my family can live comfortably, and you know with all the kids’ and our stuff, it has to be pretty big so that there’s room for everyone and everything...Not that we spend much time there, because we’re always working or running around to this or that practice or game or meeting, and honestly, we really can’t help with that community project because we’ve got to go shopping ...and...." It’s a slippery slope. Good gifts–like family and friends–can become ends in themselves, more important than even the Giver of those gifts, who, in the midst of all those obligations and appointments and good things with which we fill our time, calls us to go beyond our comfort zones, to see not only our own good but the greater good, to go deeper, to the source of Living Water.

And it is so easy to let the cracks in those cisterns where Living Water can be found to go unnoticed, or to start as tiny little fractures that before we know it, have turned into big cracks, and then when we even notice that we’re thirsty, find that the cistern is empty. It has been a busy couple of weeks here at church–my post- vacation calendar for August has been full of meetings, people have stopped by the office to catch up or express concerns about something that’s going on, I’ve tried to get out to see folks whom I haven’t seen in a couple months now, all that sort of good and necessary stuff. When I remember, I try to take at least 20 minutes out at in the later part of the afternoons to sit quietly and just be, but that hasn’t always happened this week.

So, imagine my chagrin when I opened up the bulletin for this morning’s worship which Erin had faithfully run off and folded to find the "preparation for worship" and the "prayer of confession"...empty. Talk about becoming an object lesson for your sermon! I wish I could say it was intentional, but I’d be lying.

Now, emptiness is not always a bad thing. Too often we fill empty space with words or activity just to fill the space but it still is pretty empty. We’d be better off leaving that empty space for God to fill. In fact, that’s what Jesus did on the cross–emptied himself completely, so God could fill him up with resurrection life.

So what can we do to keep ourselves reasonably sound vessels or cisterns for the Holy One to fill, or preferably, for God, the Holy One, to flow through? How often it comes back to practices, to our habits, to those daily or weekly reminders that our ancestors in faith–even back in the Iron Age or in the first century of the Common Era–back to the ones they discovered helped them remember who they were and Whose they were. The letter to the Hebrews contains some good ones–"Let mutual love continue. Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers...

remember those who are in prison..." I can’t tell you the number of people who’ve told me when they’ve reached a certain point in their lives where the strength or agility of their bodies no longer allows them to do the things they used to do–"I feel so useless," they say. "I can’t do anything." Here’s some things you can do: "Let mutual love continue. Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers...remember those who are in prison..." If you watch the news, mute the commercials and pray for the people whose distress you’ve just witnessed in the 2 minutes somebody’s trying to sell you something–remember those who are in prison or in famine or flood or earthquake...pray for them. Every one can do that, as well as actively loving and showing hospitality to strangers. "Let marriage be held in honor by all"–whatever marriage or life-long commitment you are involved in, if any. Explore what it means to honor that. "Keep your lives free from the love of money, and be content with what you have...remember your leaders, those who spoke the word of God to you..." I beg for your prayers–obviously, I am in sore need of them–though I would caution you about "considering the outcome of my way of life and imitating my faith." But pray also for our next pastoral leader, still an unknown, and for those who have taken on leadership positions in our church–the Pastoral Search Committee, our moderator and vice-moderator, those who serve on boards and committees, those who direct and sing and play in our choirs, and all the others who offer their skills and best efforts.

"Through Christ," the writer of Hebrews says, "let us continually offer a sacrifice of praise to God..." Remember to give thanks even in the midst of or at the end of the most hectic day. You know I’m a fan of gratitude journals. And maybe at the beginning of each day, as you take your last sip of coffee or tea for the morning, say our commission to yourself, to remind yourself how you are to be as you set out.

Finally, "do not neglect to do good and to share what you have, for such sacrifices are pleasing to God." Take care of the cisterns. Don’t let your life dribble out in empty gestures, words, and activities that will ultimately not quench your thirst. Pay attention. So we can say with confidence, with the writer of Hebrews: God will never leave us or forsake us. "The Lord is my helper; I will not be afraid." Thanks be to God. Amen.

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
Sun and Fun Day

Sun and Fun Day

The Sun and Fun! festival on Saturday August 20 at Second Congregational Church, was a day to celebrate the environment and local community.   It featured live music, kids' activities, and over 25 different community and environmentally friendly groups, including an eclectic mix of groups who meet regularly at the church - from beekeepers to quilters. Live and lively music was provided by The Hale Mountain Pickers.  Lunch was prepared by a local professional chef and her team, all from the congregation.

Kids' activities included face painting, giant-bubble making, and parachute games.  Kids and adult together held the edges of the colorful parachute and walked in a circle to the beat of a drum, stopping when the drum stopped, to dive under the parachute for candies.  The Battenkill Conservancy brought tubs of river water with live fish and crustaceans for kids to watch and even scoop up temporarily with small nets. Kids and their parents painted several large murals.

At 11 am the Adult Story Telling Hour- much like NPR's “The Moth Story Hour” - featured stories of a boy's awakening to the beauty of Nature, a child making friends with a large toad, a young man's arriving in Cambridge only to discover his girlfriend lived in Cambridge in another state, the rescue of a wild bird whose foot was trapped in ice, and a couple waiting for rescue on a remote river in northern Alaska.

At noon a demonstration on how to build your own backyard compost system was taught by a Master Composter, using kitchen food scraps (no meat or dairy) brought by people attending.  At 1 pm, at the Solar Forum, panel members discussed solar feasibility, set-up, financing and more.

The first Sun and Fun festival in August 2015 started as a celebration of solar panels installed on the church roof, but planning quickly expanded to include environmental groups and the various groups that meet at Second Congo.  Kids played under the solar shower, made S'mores with a solar oven, made huge bubbles and got to dance to native American drumming.

Sun and Fun was not a fundraiser but to have a good time connecting with others in the local community.  Admission was free and the great-value lunches priced just to cover the cost of ingredients.  The first 100 visitors received a Sun and Fun red and black re-usable shopping bag, and there were drawings every half hour for prizes, culminating with two grand prizes at the end of the day.

The festival was one of many ways that folks of Second Congo reach out to the local community, in a range of activities, all year round.  They hold that everyone is welcome to activities at the church, wherever that person is on life's journey and whether or not that person is religious.

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"Great Cloud of Witnesses"- Hebrews 11:29-12:2, Luke 12:49-56-- Aug.
14, 2016

"Great Cloud of Witnesses"- Hebrews 11:29-12:2, Luke 12:49-56-- Aug. 14, 2016

The passage from Hebrews which David just read for us describes an alternative universe opening ceremonies of the Olympics–wave after wave of unlikely teams and ragged bands, led by curious flag-bearers and misfits, and out in front, carrying the torch, is Jesus, lighting the world with a flame that the darkness cannot overcome. Unlike our universe Olympic games, there is no medal count, no awards ceremonies. In fact, the author confesses, "Not one of these people, even though their lives of faith were exemplary, got their hands on what was promised. God had a better plan for us..."

Such a great cloud of witnesses! As we approach the 180th anniversary of our congregation, I’ve been thinking of those who’ve run the race before us, especially those I’ve had the privilege to know–Pat Haines, Gene Clark, Ginny Irwin, Marge LaRowe, Kelly Wright, Ellen Barnard, Anita Bellin, Pepper Morrison, the danger, of course, of even starting that list, is leaving out so many. Who are others who come to mind for you, maybe before my time? The portraits of former pastors on our back wall cheer us on, and, thanks be to God, the furthest one to the right is still very much alive in our midst.

In my own life, I think back to those who have given me life and witnessed in their time–my brother Bob, whose book of sermons I went back and checked to see if he had preached on this passage, my dad–CROP Walk recruiter extraordinaire, lifelong elder in the Presbyterian church, teacher of many lessons; my father-in-law Russ, who encouraged me and modeled the best of a "learned ministry" for me, my grandmother, who was a church organist for over 35 years...Such a great cloud of witnesses. Multiply that by the streaming clouds of glory behind each one of us gathered here this morning, and we get just a glimpse of the mighty multitude in which we stand.

"By faith," the letter to Hebrews says, "Israel walked through the Red Sea on dry ground. The Egyptians tried it and drowned. By faith, the Israelites marched around the walls of Jericho for seven days, and the walls fell flat. By an act of faith, Rahab, the Jericho harlot, welcomed the spies and escaped the destruction that came on those who refused to trust God."

By faith, by an act of faith....amazing things happened. Gideon, Barak, Samson, Jephthah, David and Samuel and the prophets–this litany of war heroes, kings, judges, priests, and prophets triumphed and were sung over. Unnamed women received their dead by resurrection. And yet also, even with faith, others were "stoned to death, sawn in two, killed by the sword; they went about in skins of sheep and goats, destitute, persecuted, tormented.... wandered in deserts and mountains, and in caves and holes in the ground..."

Faith, or trust in God, is no guarantee of a medal, or any kind of success, by the world’s standards. When we ask, "How could God have let this happen?" when an innocent is killed, when a good person fails or suffers, it reveals our expectation that there ought to be some kind of reward for following the rules, for being "a good person," for "having faith," a reward of the likes of a gold medal, a prize of some sort, an "atta boy or atta girl," at the very least. When our foremothers and fathers of faith witnessed these great acts of faith met with torture or failure or death, it called into question their belief in a just God. They too asked, How can God allow this to happen? And so building on their experience of the risen Christ, still present, still powerful even after death, they developed elaborate theologies of the afterlife–streets paved with gold for those trampled in the mud, crowns for those who had been beheaded, endless torment for those who in this life committed acts of cruelty and depravity. From Dante’s Inferno to C.S. Lewis’ The Great Divorce, great works of literature have been inspired by this question of faith and justice.

The writer of Hebrews has another inspiration–"Yet all these, though they were commended for their faith, did not receive what was promised, since God had provided something better so that they would not apart from us, be made perfect." Peterson’s translation makes it even clearer– "God had a better plan for us: that their faith and our faith would come together to make one completed whole, their lives of faith not complete apart from ours."

...Their lives of faith not complete apart from ours. What an amazing statement! Abraham and Moses’ lives of faith not complete apart from ours. Mary Magdalene–receiving her dead by resurrection–her life of faith not complete apart from ours. All those martyrs and mystics, the ones we may have heard or read of, but so many others whom we haven’t, their lives of faith connected to our lives of faith to be made perfect or whole. That adds a new layer of meaning to what we choose to do with our lives, doesn’t it?

All those lives of heroes and unknowns connected to us, not by some miracle of celebrity or saintly worship, but because their lives were not fundamentally so different from ours. They too knew suffering and discouragement. They doubted. They were afraid. They begged God to deliver them, to undo what seemed to be inevitable. Just as every one of those Olympic heroes, male and female, sacrificed and endured pain, doubted themselves, were tempted to give up, suffered injuries and set-backs. Our forbears in faith who built Second Congregational Church endured endless meetings, lost love ones, saw their buildings burned or exploded, worried over budgets, wrestled with their calling.

This "great cloud of witnesses" knows the cost of the life of faith; and they are cheering us on.

And here’s the thing–just as "it was God’s plan that their faith and our faith would come together to make one completed whole, their lives of faith not complete apart from ours"–just as that is true going backwards from our lives, so it is true that generations after us are even now reaching back to us–to complete our faith and to connect with theirs. Our obligation is not only to those who have come before us, but also to those who will come after us. We owe it to them to reach forward, to let that shot of adrenaline in our souls inspire us and encourage us to keep a growing edge forward, to keep risking. In our commitment to preserving and healing the planet upon which they will live, in our efforts to learn new musical forms and melodies, in our commitment to finding ways to minister with and to people who are unlikely to seek us out, in our exploration of new technologies and formats for communication and worship, in our sharing of our financial resources into the future–in all these ways, we are cheered on by the great cloud of witnesses and prepare our place in the cheering section.

Each one of us has a part to play, for each of us is part of this great circle, reaching for completion. Our Native American brothers and sisters have a clear sense of this–

In the circle of life we each have a special gift, a special function. In the Native worldview there is no in or out; everyone in the circle is necessary. The gift and function of each person are necessary for the benefit of the whole family of human beings and those that walk, crawl, swim, and fly. We are all relatives. It is this wisdom of compassion, seeing things in their balance, that is so significant in turning aside illusions of scarcity and bringing peace to our own hearts... [Dhyani Ywahoo, Voices of Our Ancestors]

"Since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight and the sin that clings so closely, and let us run with perseverance the race that is set before us, looking to Jesus the pioneer and perfecter of our faith..." Or, as Peterson puts it,

"Keep your eyes on Jesus, who both began and finished this race we’re in. Study how he did it. Because he never lost sight of where he was headed—that exhilarating finish in and with God—he could put up with anything along the way: Cross, shame, whatever. And now he’s there, in the place of honor, right alongside God. When you find yourselves flagging in your faith, go over that story again, item by item, that long litany of hostility he plowed through. That will shoot adrenaline into your souls!"

May these words be courage and encouragement, comfort, hope, and even joy, for the living of these days. Amen, and amen.

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
Mary's Banner Blurbs

Mary's Banner Blurbs

Two weeks after Easter and we, like the disciples, still can’t quite imagine what has happened.  Join us in worship at Second Congregational Church at 10 a.m. this Sunday as we walk the Emmaus road and discover the Risen Christ in our midst.  Following a Time for the Children in All of Us, children up through grade 5 are dismissed for A Joyful Path, and nursery care is provided.  Charlotte Knighton is our guest musician for the morning, and Rev. Mary Lee-Clark’s sermon, based on the story from Luke 24, is entitled, “Known in the Breaking.”

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.  Our building is located at 115 Hillside St. and is wheelchair-accessible.  For further information, call the church office at 442-2559 or see our website at www.bennscc.org.

 
"Hope Muscles"-- Hebrews 11:1-3, 8-16, Luke 12:32-40-- Aug. 7, 2016

"Hope Muscles"-- Hebrews 11:1-3, 8-16, Luke 12:32-40-- Aug. 7, 2016

"Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen." Sometimes a sentence or phrase floats up from the page, shimmering with truth and mystery, calling us to dive in more deeply–and surely this beginning of the 11th chapter of Hebrews is one of those sentences--"Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen."

In a world of such upheaval and conflict, in a political season of battering claims and divergent visions, in a time in the life of the Church–and our church in particular–when old forms and methods seem increasingly ineffective and the shape of the new remains to be seen, it is more important than ever for those of us who claim to be people of faith to be clear about what it is we hope for. "Faith is the assurance of things hoped for..."

Krista Tippett, creator and host of the Public Radioprogram, On Being, writes, "In a century of staggering open questions, [like, Will the earth survive?] hope becomes a calling for those of us who can hold it, for the sake of the world." [Becoming Wise: An Inquiry into the Mystery and Art of Living, p. 233] Hope as a calling is a far weightier claim than the way we often throw the word around– "I hope it doesn’t rain tomorrow." "I hope he chooses me." "I hope you like it." Hope is a calling, for the sake of the world.

To be cynical and hopeless in our day and age is easy. Every day there are news stories and revelations to reinforce one’s cynicism. The cynics–those who believe that everybody’s a crook, that nothing’s really going to change for the better, that the church is dying, that nothing’s going to make a difference, that The System’s rigged and always will be–have plenty of company and support. Cynicism is easy because it doesn’t have to lift a finger to change anything.

Hope, on the other hand, is a conscious choice that often goes against the grain. "Hope," writes Krista Tippett, "like every virtue, is a choice that becomes a habit that becomes spiritual muscle memory. It’s a renewable resource for moving through life as it is, not as we wish it to be." (Op cit., p. 11) Hope is not the same thing as optimism, or wishful thinking, or idealism. "It references reality at every turn and reveres truth," Tippett says. "It lives open-eyed and wholeheartedly with the darkness that is woven ineluctably [unavoidably] into the light of life and sometimes seems to overcome it."

"Spiritual muscle memory"–I love that image. You know what muscle memory is– it’s what your hands automatically do when you’re kneading bread or folding the laundry, if that’s what you’ve done week after week, or day after day. It’s how your body knows what to do when you throw a ball or hit a golf ball or put your skis on, if you’ve practiced enough. There’s plenty of muscle memory on display these next 2 weeks of the Olympics. Muscle memory is how your fingers know where to go and what to do on a piano keyboard or with trumpet valves or the fret of a cello if they’ve done that often enough.

"Hope, like every virtue, is a choice that becomes a habit that becomes spiritual muscle memory." We have to practice hope. We have to make it a habit, like brushing our teeth. And such a practice has nothing to do with denying that things are difficult, that at the moment, we may feel sad or in pain or anguish. In fact, research is now confirming what Paul wrote in his letter to the church in Rome– "We know that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not disappoint us, because hope is God’s love being poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit."

Brene Brown, sociologist at the University of Houston who studies issues of shame and vulnerability and courage, says that "hope is a function of struggle." [struggle or suffering produces endurance...character...hope] Too often we as parents try to shield our children from hardship and disappointment, but in fact, we are doing them a disservice by doing that. Brown says, "I see students come to us who have never had experiences, real experiences, with adversity. And how that shows up is hopelessness...Hope is a function of struggle."

"Hope is not an emotion," Brown says. "Hope is a cognitive, behavioral process that we learn when we experience adversity, when we have relationships that are trustworthy, when people have faith in our ability to get out of a jam." (Cited by Tippett, op cit., p. 250) How many of us can relate to Brown’s reflection, when she says, "The moments I look back in my life and think, God, those are the moments that made me,’ were moments of struggle." (P. 251) Moments when we failed or were fired, moments when we spoke the truth that nobody wanted to hear, moments when we went through an illness or crisis or the death of a loved one or a relationship, those are the moments that make us, that give us spiritual muscles for hope.

"Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen." Eugene Peterson puts it this way–"The fundamental fact of existence is that this trust in God, this faith, is the firm foundation under everything that makes life worth living [another way to think of ‘hope’]. It’s our handle on what we can’t see."

I also love what Madeleine L’Engle said about "Some things have to be believed to be seen." That’s another spiritual practice–seeing, noticing, the things that are hopeful, that give us hope. As Paul wrote in his letter to the Ephesians, "Beloved, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is pleasing, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence and if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things." Notice these things. Keep a gratitude journal, give thanks each morning for the gift of the day, full of God’s presence and power. Brush your teeth. Practice hope.

Krista Tippett, through hundreds of interviews and conversations with theologians, ethicists, scientists, civil rights workers, artists, musicians, community organizers, says that the shape of "emerging wisdom about our world is largely...quiet. It’s animated by projects and people you didn’t know to look for. It’s joined by points in space and time that have no obvious reason to be important." (Op cit., p. 234) We can be points on this map, points of hope and new life, though our imaginations haven’t quite bought into the new indicators of "importance." Almost everything that is truly bringing new birth and hope is happening "under the radar," as we say, though Tippett contends, "the radar is broken."

That’s essentially what author Paul Hawken, who in his book Blessed Unrest, discovered when he chronicled literally tens of thousands of grassroots efforts, political, ecological, social, that are operating "under the radar." The analogy he draws is like that of the earth’s immune system, like the white blood cells in our bodies, which are rallying to heal the body and fight off the forces that would destroy it.

Anne Lamott, referencing Emily Dickinson, says that "hope inspires the good to reveal itself." Imagine what an incredible calling it is for us, as people of faith, to have hope, for the sake of the world! To inspire the good to reveal itself, to hold a space for children and young people and people of all ages who are still growing to discover the best in themselves, to imagine how we might evolve as a spiritually conscious race, preserving the best of the human spirit– including those gifts of the Spirit like kindness, patience, humility, goodness, self-control, gentleness, generosity–those things which we in the church have known for centuries, yet have too often forgotten. We too can be points on that map of emerging human wisdom.

"Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things unseen." "Fear not, little flock, [Jesus said] it is the Father’s good pleasure to give you the kingdom." That is God’s hope for us!

Our world is abundant with quiet, hidden lives of beauty and courage and goodness [Krista Tippett assures us]. There are millions of people at any given moment, young and old, giving themselves over to service, risking hope, and all the while ennobling us all. To take such goodness in and let matter–to let it define our take on reality as much as headlines of violence–is a choice we can make to live by the light in the darkness...Taking in the good, whenever and wherever we find it, gives us new eyes for seeing and living. [Ibid., p. 265]

This looks like mere bread and juice, but with the eyes of faith it is so much more–it is the bread of life and the cup of blessing, joining us with Christ and one another, with all the world, nourishing us to become hope and courage, in the midst of our vulnerability and failure. So let us take up the calling of hope, for the sake of the world, and let us keep the feast. Amen, and amen.

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
ANNOUNCEMENTS

ANNOUNCEMENTS




ANNOUNCEMENTS

BIRTHDAYS AND CELEBRATIONS THIS WEEK:

Celebrations this week:

Jan 27 – Jack O’Keefe

Sunday:

Noon--Church Annual Meeting preceded by a potluck lunch. If you’ve brought a dish to share, great!  Please come, even if you haven’t brought a dish

5:00 pm        Sunday Supper

Coming Up:

  • Home stretch.... to suggest and to offer items for our Memory Capsule of 2016 to be opened on our church's 200th birthday in 2036. Please give to Mary or Lorna if you have:


- photographs of our church and its activities in 2016 (we can copy and return originals to you)

- a recording of one of our worship services

- our current hymnal

- items representative of Kits of the Heart, Savoonga and other mission projects

- Sun and Fun poster and/or t-shirt

- something to recognize the work of Eaarth Advocates

- an electric bill, showing the credit we earn through our solar panels

- something to recognize "Joyful Path" children's curriculum

- a collar from a choir gown and/or a piece of music the choir has offered in 2016

- Spring Ring or other representing our handbell choir

- red bumper sticker or t-shirt "Changing lives since 1836"

- other from 2016

  • CWS school bags need to be sewn; please see Pat Lafontaine if you have any questions.

  • Freezer For sale – Large upright in excellent working condition. See Ada Sue Diamond or call 442-5865




 
SUMMER CAMP

SUMMER CAMP

Jana turns over compost and learns about backyard composting in the Earth Life Explorers Camp, a free day camp for children aged 5-8 (K-3rd grade) who live in and around downtown Bennington.

SUMMER CAMP


Professional and para-professional staff, in cooperation with the One World Conservation Center and the Greater Bennington Interfaith Council, created the camp, which met 9am to 1pm at Second Congregational Church on Hillside St, Bennington and offered adventures in the natural world, arts and music designed to nurture appreciation of all creation.
Announcements

Announcements

ANNOUNCEMENTS

BIRTHDAYS AND CELEBRATIONS THIS WEEK:

 

Celebrations this week:

July 30th – Lorna Cheriton

 

Today:

Linda Johnson's birthday

5 pm Sunday Supper

 

This Week at Second Congregational Church:

July 27th 7pm – 8:30pm Jesus Fatwah (Rm6)

 

Next Sunday:

Worship will be led by Bruce Lee-Clark and Charlie Gingo is joining as a guest speaker. We welcome Charlie back to our church for what is now his 2nd annual GBICS update.  Charlie is currently the chair of the board of the Greater Bennington Interfaith Community Services.

 

Reminders:

~Trustees please remind everyone to please keep pledges up to date during the summer.

 

~Please signup to provide snack for Sunday Socials after worship on one of the Sundays in July and August.

 

~During the months of July and August we will be having one of the hymns during worship as a “request” hymn, so if you have a special hymn that you would like to sing, please list it on the form and return it to the office.  Forms will be in the office and Sanctuary.

 

~The Jesus Fatwah will be held Wednesday evenings July 13th to August 10th from 7pm – 8:30pm in Room 6.  All are welcome to join to learn more about Islam.

 

~OWL Program for Middle Schoolers – The Unitarian-Universalist Fellowship is offering the Our Whole Lives (OWL) program for middle schoolers and their parents on Sunday mornings and has invited our youth to participate this coming year.  (It was a joint offering a few years ago when Tim and Nora facilitated the program.)  It is a sexuality education program for youth that models and teaches caring, compassion, respect, and justice.  They have two female facilitators already, but need a male one.  If you are interested, see David Durfee or talk with Nora or Tim about the offering.

 

~Sunday Suppers – Our three regular dishwashers, Tom, Doug, and me, (each once or twice a month) are, surprisingly, getting older and looking forward to having new hands take over. If you are interested in being a regular – or a when-needed substitute, please talk to me.  – David Durfee replacement

 

~UCC Southwest Association Spiritual Development and Education Committee, is bringing back a Faith and Nature overnight experience! The event will begin on Sunday, August 7th at 3 p.m. For more information get a flyer form the office.

 

~Benefit Organ Concert by Elisabeth Kulas to be held at Grace Congregational UCC at 8 Court St in Rutland on Weds. July 27th at Noon.

 

~The UUFB Welcome Diversity Committee welcomes you to a summer book discussion. Read and discuss “Waking Up White” by Debby Irving.  It will be held in 3 sessions and will have 2 separate groups.  Thursday evening group will meet from 6:30-8:30pm on July 28th, Aug 18th, and Sept 8th.  The Wednesday morning group will meet from 10-Noon on Aug 3rd, 24th, and Sept 14th.  You can sign up or learn more by calling 802-440-9816 or email info@uubennington.org


"Better Together"- Gal. 6:7-16, Luke 10:1-11, 16-20-- July 3, 2016

"Better Together"- Gal. 6:7-16, Luke 10:1-11, 16-20-- July 3, 2016

Nothing like getting a few vacation packing tips from Jesus–"Carry no purse," he told the 70 he was sending out, "no bag, no sandals; and greet no one on the road." Well, that would certainly simplify the leave-taking but I’m not sure how long into the trip that would be a good idea.

I sometimes marvel at people who have recently come to town and come to the church looking for assistance. When I ask them if they knew anybody here or if they had a job or something else to draw them to Bennington, I marvel, as I said, at their trust, when they say, "No, it just seemed like a nice place to come to." Is it faith? Or naivete? Irresponsibility? Or something worse?

It sure seems like that is what Jesus is telling these 70 missionaries to do. "Go your way," he told them. "But see, I send you out as lambs in the midst of wolves." There are, obviously, people who take this–and everything else in the Bible–literally, but I find myself agreeing with the commentator who wrote that here there is "the need for historical respect for the narrative, a willingness to let it be an account of the first century community. The drive for ‘instant relevance’ becomes a ludicrous if not dangerous inclination with a text like this." (Texts for Preaching, Year C, p. 416) Take nothing with you. Just knock on doors and see who will take you in.

Biblical scholar John Dominic Crossan thinks this is essentially a description of the early Christian community and how the gospel spread after the death and resurrection of Jesus. This was a mission not just for the 12, but for "70," or 72 as other manuscripts say; for ordinary people, for householders and for couples, for Crossan suggests that it is quite likely that some of these pairs were men and women, some married to each other, some not. It was a story meant not only for those who had the freedom to travel or "itinerate," but also for the householders who received them. There was a part for everyone in this kingdom creation.

And though the number 70 had significance for the Jewish community, as tradition talked about the 70 elders, the point really was that they were not alone, even as they went out as "lambs amidst wolves." They traveled two by two, there were at 68 others out there, doing the same thing they were. Seven–and therefore 70-- was thought to be a perfect number. You are enough. You have everything you need.

And there was no elaborate pre-mission training. This was not a traveling vacation bible school with a curriculum, or a campaign to spread doctrine, or even a marketing strategy. It was simply a description of how the gospel is spread–by sharing meals, by extending and receiving hospitality, by bringing healing, however we might conceive of that, embodying grace and forgiveness and love.

"People [then as well as now] seek meaning, community, purpose, a source for engaging the world as willing participants in it," as one writer says. [Susan Kendell, the Christian Century, 6/22/16] We gather this morning with one another, not because it’s "the place" to be, obviously, but more likely because each of us is looking for meaning, community, purpose, a source for engaging the world as willing participants in it. We are looking for our 69, for companions on this journey, which sometimes does indeed feel like being sent out as lambs amidst wolves.

"Take no purse, no bag, no sandals," Jesus told them. As one preacher says, it speaks to our "tendency to put all kinds of stipulations in place before we feel secure to go and witness to what we know about God and to how we’ve experienced God’s love." [Karoline Lewis, workingpreacher.org, 6/26/16] But for Jesus the question is not what you need, but who. He begins his instructions for the journey with prayer–"pray therefore the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into his harvest." Make sure you stay open to Who is sending you and Whose harvest this is. And take a partner with you. Don’t go alone. That’s the most important thing you need, and the packing check list can take care of itself.

"It is not good for the earth creature, the adam, to be alone," God says in the creation story of the Garden of Eden. In that foundational story, or "myth," we learn that fundamentally we need each other. Back in 1938 when the artist Bob Kane first created the character of Batman, the Dark Knight was a solitary figure. But in 1940 Kane decided that Batman needed a partner and so created Robin, the Boy Wonder, to be Batman’s companion. "It is not good for even Batman to be alone."

This is not exactly a popular theme in this day and age of heightened individualism, of nations breaking off from other unions, of "doing your own thing." On this Independence Day weekend, we celebrate our independence as a nation, declared in that great declaration of independence which, oddly enough, is full of "interdependence" language, about "union," and reliance upon one another and upon God.

The nature of the Christian faith is radically communal–"wherever two or three are gathered in my name, there am I in the midst of them." But all too often it has devolved into a "you and me, Lord" individualism, or "I don’t need church--I’m just trying to be a good person on my own" or splitting off or isolating ourselves from others whom we deem to be somehow "impure." Christian history is full of splinter after splinter, schism after schism. The United Church of Christ was created as a result of 4 different denominations coming together, with the intention of working with other communities whenever possible.

"Whenever you enter a town," Jesus told the 70, "and they do not receive you, go into its streets and say, ‘Even the dust of your town that clings to our feet, we wipe off against you; nevertheless know this, that the kingdom of God has come near." The threat of condemnation which Jesus offered to those towns that would not receive them, saying "I tell you, it shall be more tolerable on that day for Sodom than for that town," is because the people of Sodom were inhospitable. It had nothing to do with homosexuality, despite the common misconception about that, even giving us the word "sodomy." Rather, the mob of men in that story were out to do harm to outsiders, to people "who are not from here." We would do well to re-read the story of Sodom as we make decisions about whether to welcome refugees.

Quaker author Parker Palmer says he is more and more committed to a campaign to make July 5 Interdependence Day. He quotes part of a favorite poem by Julie Cadwallader-Staub, entitled, "Blackbirds," whom she saw flying and swooping together in one great flock.

How do they do that?

Oh if we lived only in human society

with its cruelty and fear

its apathy and exhaustion

what a puny existence that would be

but instead we live and move and have our being

here, in this curving and soaring world

so that when, every now and then, mercy and tenderness triumph in our lives

and when, even more rarely, we manage to unite and move together

toward a common good,

we can think to ourselves:

ah yes, this is how it's meant to be.

Ah, yes, we are meant to unite–in all our diversity and individuality-- and move together toward a common good. As the United States becomes more and more tribal, more divided and angry, we would do well to remember our interdependence. On a planet where we do in fact breathe one another’s air, drink one another’s water, share one another’s atmosphere, we must remember that we are not created to be alone. We are made for each.

"I am sending you out to bring word that the kingdom of God has come near, and all you need is each other...and God." Surely there is no more perfect symbol of this than the one loaf and one cup, one body, one blood. And so we are invited to the table, to receive nourishment for the journey, to be reminded that we are part of each other. Take and eat. Take and drink. This is my body and blood for you, and for the whole world. Let us keep the feast.

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
Flower Garden

Flower Garden

After a number of years of faithfully and expertly nurturing our church gardens, David Knighton was recognized after worship recently for his "green thumb" ministry. The plaque inscribed "Nurtured by David" was placed in the circular garden in front of the church. A plethora of flowers now grow in this circle where formerly the roots of a large tree prevented anything else from growing. Gardens line the front pathway to the church and a dogwood tree blooms prolifically in the front lawn. There, and in the side and meditation gardens, David manages to have a succession of flowers and plants with interesting leaves... from spring through autumn.

Also after worship, Deacon Hamilton Topping burned the palms from Palm Sunday which will become the ashes for Ash Wednesday next year.
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"Not yet!"-- Galatians 5:1, 13-25, Luke 9:51-62-- June 26, 2016

"Not yet!"-- Galatians 5:1, 13-25, Luke 9:51-62-- June 26, 2016

I think it was Mark Twain who said, "It’s not the things I don’t understand in the Bible that worry me; it’s the things I understand perfectly clear that worry me." Which is kind of my reaction to this passage which David read for us. Jesus had no home. Do I need to be homeless to truly follow him? What about burying the dead? Or saying good-bye? Worrying, indeed.

I found a kindred spirit in the commentator who wrote,

My first response was, Sorry, Jesus. You are wrong. Sometimes we have to bury our dead and you are just going to have to wait. Sometimes we have to say goodbye to those we are leaving or to those we have lost, and we will catch up to you eventually. Sometimes we have a few things that need tending before we jump on the discipleship bandwagon. Like what, you might say, Jesus? Well, like grief, for example, for those close and personal, but also for those whom our world continues to insist cannot be a part of your kingdom. Sometimes we just need some time. Thanks, Jesus. [Karoline Lewis, Dear Working Preacher, 6/19/16]

But I also wonder–is it not possible to follow Jesus into grief or saying good-bye? Is being a disciple of Jesus so removed from daily life that shaving your head and donning a robe and taking to the streets with a begging bowl is the only true way to follow him? What does it mean to "follow Jesus"?

Nancy Rockwell writes helpfully, "Jesus does not equivocate about the cost of becoming a disciple. Neither is the Way he offers a sentimental path. The road leads on. Never back. It is the discipline of walking on that he requires." [biteintheapple, 6/22/16]

Those words have an edge this week as Britain just voted to leave the European Union. "The road leads on. Never back. It is the discipline of walking on that he requires." Or as Americans flock to a man who wants to "make America great again." Or to a woman firmly embedded in a system that has worked–for a shrinking few–in the past. "The road leads on. Never back. It is the discipline of walking on that Jesus requires." Or/and they have an edge to the church, once a well-respected institution, with sanctuaries and Sunday Schools full of people. "The road leads on. Never back. It is the discipline of walking on that he requires."

There is an urgency in Jesus’ words. People are suffering, people are dying. People are lost, without hope. Every minute counts. On a lazy, hot, summer Sunday morning like this, that’s a harsh message. And realistically, it isn’t humanly possible to keep going without rest or reprieve. Even God rested on the Sabbath. Even Jesus took time out to get away from the crowds and from his disciples. It was just last week that I was preaching about "time out."

But the preciousness and possibility of each moment is still charged, still held in tension with that call to continue full speed ahead. All those lives cut down in a moment 2 weeks ago in an Orlando nightclub. My colleague Alan Parker posting a cartoon on Facebook Wednesday morning a week ago, then struck down by a blood clot that afternoon and dead by Friday morning. The way leads on, never back. This moment counts. "How do we measure 500 25,000 600 minutes in the year of a life?" as the song from Rent asks so hauntingly? "No one who puts hand to the plow and looks back is fit for the kingdom of God."

This Jesus – who has set his face toward Jerusalem and the surety of what awaits him there – this Jesus, who answered the hapless folks offering to follow him, could be characterized, as one Episcopal bishop did, as "the cranky Jesus." [Rt. Rev. Stacy Sauls, Day1.org, 6/30/13] But it is also the focused Jesus, the realistic Jesus, the human Jesus. This will be no picnic, he tells them. We won’t be staying at the Ritz Carlton along the way. There will be no reminiscing about "the good old days." You’ve either got to be all in, or don’t bother. You’ve got to trust that God will take care of the living and the dead with infinite love and compassion, but God is also on this path before us; and this is the direction I’m heading. Toward new life, not the old.

It was the German pastor and theologian Dietrich Bonhoeffer who coined the term "cheap grace"–grace without discipleship, grace without the cross, grace without hard work, without challenge or price, grace, as he said, "without Jesus Christ, living and incarnate." "Amazing grace, how sweet the sound!" we love to sing, and it is amazing, it does save us, but too often we’d like to have it without cost or consequence. We’d rather not have to change how we’re living. "Save me, Lord," the 17 year-old Augustine was said to have prayed, in the midst of one of his more, shall we say, "frisky" periods, "Save me, make me pure and chaste, Lord, but not yet!" Don’t make me change, really. I don’t want to seem like a religious nut.

"No one who puts hand to the plow and looks back is fit for the kingdom of God." It wasn’t so long ago–and it is still true in many places in the world–that fields were indeed ploughed by horses or mules or oxen, with human beings guiding the plough behind them. Blinders were put on the mules or horses, to keep their focus straight ahead, and woe to the one with hand on the plow who got distracted. "I remember being mildly but firmly corrected by my grandfather," one man recalls, "when I tried to distract him from the side. I was just throwing little pebbles at him." "No one who puts hand to the plow and looks back is fit for the kingdom of God."

The way forward is the only way to go. There is no going back. And Jesus is quite clear that it will require focus, discipline, hard work, creativity, courage, and faith. That was true of the way to Jerusalem as well as the way to the future of Europe and the United States and the church. It will demand all of us. For those of us who are reasonably comfortable and happy with the way things are for us, though recognizing that they’re not too great for many others, that sounds harsh and a little rude; not to mention a lot of work.

Ethicist Sharon Welch has some uncomfortable wisdom for us–

The despair of the affluent, the middle class, [when problems are seen as intransigent is a temptation] that has a particular tone: it is a despair cushioned by privilege and grounded in privilege. It is easier to give up on long-term social change when one is comfortable in the present–when it is possible to have challenging work [or a well-earned retirement], excellent health care and housing, and access to the fine arts. When the good life is present or within reach, it is tempting to despair of its ever being in reach for others and resort to merely enjoying it for oneself and one’s family...Becoming so easily discouraged is the privilege of those accustomed to too much power, accustomed to having needs met without negotiation and work, accustomed to having a political and economic system that responds to their needs." ["A Feminist Ethic of Risk"]

Does that ever ring true for you? I sometimes look at the dramatic effects of climate change–talk about overwhelming challenges--rising sea levels, increasingly violent storms in some places, drought in others–and I hear myself say, "Boy, I’m glad I live in Vermont." I’ll probably be able to get by. And then I’m horrified that I’ve even thought that. I’m not at all proud about that, or about the many other issues or tragedies I see or read about and say, "Thank God that isn’t my child, or my home." "There but for the grace of God go I," we say, don’t we? But really, does God’s grace save us but not other people?

There is an old proverb that says, "When you get to your wit’s end, remember that God lives there." Thank goodness! It is not humanly possible to keep plowing without cease. But Jesus says, "Hold on, I’m right there with you." Hold on to the vision of a world where all have enough, where no child goes to bed hungry. Where not only foxes have holes and birds have nests, but all God’s children have simple decent homes, where the welcome table is spread far and wide. Hold on but also let go of all the other stuff you’re dragging along behind you, all that doesn’t serve you or God. Hw can you simplify your life? How can you let go of the past that will never come again? How can you let go of regrets or resentments that do nothing but bind you up? Hold on to that which is good–love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control–eat freely of those fruits of the Spirit.

The way is forward, not back. The moment is now, not "at some point," when everything has falling into place, when we really are ready. We are the ones we’ve been waiting for, and we are not alone. So let us travel on, into God’s future, with faith, with hope, with courage, with joy. Amen.

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
"Time Out"- 1 Kings 19:1-15a, Ps. 42-- June 19, 2016

"Time Out"- 1 Kings 19:1-15a, Ps. 42-- June 19, 2016

The story of Elijah’s fleeing into the wilderness, which Ernie just read for us, follows one of the many "texts of terror" that we find in the Bible. Elijah has just finished a "pray-off" with the prophets of Baal, the god whom Queen Jezebel worships and which King Ahab has wimped out into worshiping. In the sight of the people of Israel, Elijah challenged the prophets to lay an altar to Baal with a slain bull upon it and then to pray to Baal to set fire to the offering. Hour after hour, the prophets cry out to Baal, and hour after hour, there is no response, until the men can barely limp around the altar. Finally, Elijah says it’s his turn. He lays an altar, complete with slain and cut up bull, digs a trench around it, and has the people pour water on the offering and to fill the trench with water. He prays to God, "O Lord, God of Abraham, Isaac, and Israel, let it be known this day that you are God in Israel, that I am your servant, and that I have done all these things at your bidding. Answer me, O Lord, so that this people may know that you, O Lord, are God, and that you have turned their hearts back." Then the fire of the Lord fell and consumed the burnt offering, the wood, the stones, and the dust, and even licked up the water that was in the trench. When all the people saw it, they fell on their faces and said, ‘The Lord indeed is God.’"

All of that is impressive, awe-inspiring, even a little grisly; but then the real terror comes. "Elijah said to them, ‘Seize the prophets of Baal; do not let one of them escape.’ Then they seized them; and Elijah brought them down to the river bank and killed them there." 450 prophets of Baal slaughtered by the hand of the prophet of God. Yes, Queen Jezebel had tried to kill off all the prophets of God–hundreds of them–and yes, something big and dramatic was needed to impress upon the people of Israel the need to turn back to the true God, but wouldn’t the spontaneous combustion of the water-soaked altar have been enough? Hadn’t God answered Elijah’s prayer? Where in the Divine Response did it say to massacre the prophets of Baal?

Queen Jezebel rises to the bait and vows to kill Elijah, to perpetuate the cycle of violence. "So may the gods do to me, and more also, if I do not make your life like the life of one of them by this time tomorrow," she vows. So Elijah flees for his life into the wilderness. Time out.

Time out. Not only in fear for his life, but, I think, after one has killed 450 of one’s fellow human beings, it’s good to take time out.

"Cutting Loose," is the title of a poem by William Stafford. It speaks not only to Elijah’s flight into the wilderness, but also to the need for us, occasionally, to "cut loose," to take time out from business as usual, especially this week, as we mourn and ache and reel from yet another and another act of hatred and violence.

Sometimes from sorrow, for no reason, [Stafford writes]
you sing. For no reason, you accept
the way of being lost, cutting loose
from all else and electing a world
where you go where you want to.

Arbitrary, a sound comes, a reminder
that a steady center is holdingall else. If you listen, that sound
will tell you where it is and you
can slide your way past trouble.

Certain twisted monsters
always bar the path—but that's when
you get going best, glad to be lost,
learning how real it is
here on earth, again and again.

As Quaker author Parker Palmer says, something about this poem is haunting..."accepting the way of being lost," which is how we can feel in a world that seems so arbitrary, so relentlessly out of control, so overrun with hatred.

And then, that "sound comes, a reminder that a steady center is holding all else." When Elijah was called out on the mountain to stand before the Lord, it was not in the violence of the wind or the earthquake or the fire that God came. Violence was not the response to violence, but rather "the still small voice," the literal Hebrew meaning "a thin whisper," "a faint murmuring sound." "A sound comes, a reminder that a steady center is holding all else. If you listen, that sound will tell you where it is [where that center is] and you can slide your way past trouble."

And of course, "certain twisted monsters always bar the path." How easily we could fill in the blanks to identify the "certain twisted monsters"–the shooter of the Pulse Nightclub in Orlando, ISIS, Syria’s Bashar el Assad, the killer of British MP Jo Cox; so many candidates for the term. "But that’s when you get going best," Stafford writes, "glad to be lost, learning how real it is here on earth, again and again."

"Just remaining quietly in the presence of God," Thomas Merton wrote, "listening to [God], being attentive to [God], requires a lot of courage and know-how." We don’t do it easily or often. We don’t even listen to ourselves deeply enough. "What are we willing to feel?" columnist Courtney E. Martin asks. Do we simply numb ourselves with activity or stuff or alcohol or drugs or food or anything else we can find to not feel what we are feeling? Martin tells of an exercise that is common in pre-natal classes, which is to get into an uncomfortable position and hold it–"an experiment in relating to your own physical discomfort," as she says. [OnBeing, 6/16/16] "What was Omar Mateen [the killer in the Orlando massacre] willing to feel?" she asks. It appears he was a conflicted young man. "How many hatreds bloom from a seed of self-loathing? And how many of these blooms become incomprehensible violence?"

Time out. What are we willing to feel? Sadness? Anger? Frustration? Hatred? Compassion? Determination? Inspiration? Love? Hope? A little boy accompanied his grandmother this week when she came in to our church to get a $10 voucher for Willy’s. As we talked, the boy said to his grandmother, "Now you’re looking sad again." "Do I look sad?" she asked him, and she acknowledged that she was sad, discouraged with the struggle to feed her grandchildren, to watch her daughter struggle on parole after being imprisoned on a drug charge. She didn’t wallow in it, but I admired her for talking so openly with this little boy about her feelings and acknowledging that sometimes she feels sad. She was modelling for him the ok-ness of feeling sad.

"Now is the time for clergy to deliver sermons about emotionally arid men," a guest columnist in this week’s Bennington Banner said, "thirsting for waters of connection and the sunlight of compassion." Did you hear the psalm for today? "As a deer longs for flowing streams," the psalmist says, "so my soul longs for you, O God." Not that I usually take my preaching orders from guest columnists, but this is the assigned psalm for the week; and I daresay that all of us, men and women, thirst for waters of connection and the sunlight of compassion. We must not become emotionally arid, or dry. We must become communities where love and compassion are taught and embodied, where all feelings are acknowledged, where questions are welcomed, even questions about one’s sexual identity or orientation. I learned this week that the "Q" in LGBTQ not only stands for "queer"–a self-claimed term for those who do not fit into the "normal" categories that our society has deemed acceptable. But it can also mean "questioning"–sometimes 2 Q’s are used to describe this community–LGBTQQ. Imagine if Omar Mateen had been part of a community where "questioning" was acceptable? [There are Muslim communities where it is.]

Time out. What are we willing to feel? What about the owner of the gun shop where Mateen purchased his weapons of destruction? Ed Henson is his name, and he said the shooting was horrific. He also said, "He’s evil. We happen to be the gun store he picked." I wonder if Mr. Henson is willing to feel at all complicit, able to remotely entertain the possibility that he is part of a system that provides weapons for angry, unstable people. If the shooter is merely "evil" then we can put him in that box. Alas, as Paul wrote to the church in Galatia, "In Christ, there is no Jew nor Greek, no slave or free," no divisions that exclude us from one another. We are all one, in this together.

Of course it’s not just gunshop owners who might consider their complicity. If I am honest with myself, I wonder if I have done enough, have I advocated for gun safety legislation enough, have I simply given up on government or given up on meaningful conversation between gun owners and those of us who don’t own guns? Have I made assumptions that are not true? Have I done enough to stand beside our Muslim brothers and sisters, to welcome them into the community of the United States of America? Have I been honest enough about my own violent thoughts and feelings, toward myself sometimes, let alone toward others? Maybe it’s time for me to embrace "the way of being lost," for a while; a time out to listen for that sound, that reminder that a steady center is holding. Courtney Martin, that woman who was encouraged in her pre-natal class to experience physical discomfort, to be willing to feel it, concludes, "Like birth, I must surrender to the burden and blessing of being a person awake and feeling in a violent world capable of change." (Op cit.)

So in these next minutes, and in these days to come, I invite you to take some time to "get lost," to feel what you feel, to listen for the sound of that murmuring whisper that reminds you that a steady center is holding. We mustn’t stay lost forever–we must work together to create a better way forward– but for this time, receive this blessing from the Terra Collective, printed in a book called "Life Prayers from Around the World’--

"May our eyes remain open even in the face tragedy.
May we not become disheartened.
May we find in the dissolution of our apathy and denial, the cup of the broken heart.
May we discover the gift of the fire burning in the inner chamber of our being -- burning great and bright enough to transform any poison.
May we offer the power of our sorrow to the service of something greater than ourselves.
May our guilt not rise up to form yet another defensive wall.
May the suffering purify and not paralyze us.
May we endure; may sorrow bond us and not separate us.
May we realize the greatness of our sorrow and not run from its touch or its flame.
May clarity be our ally and wisdom our support.
May our wrath be cleansing, cutting through the confusion of denial and greed.
May we not be afraid to see or speak our truth.
May the bleakness of the wasteland be dispelled.
May the soul's journey be revealed and the true hunger fed.
May we be forgiven for what we have forgotten and blessed with the remembrance of who we really are."

Amen, and amen.

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
Vigil for Orlando

Vigil for Orlando

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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. 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."
" Love at the Center"- Ps. 5:1-8, Luke 7:36-8:3--June 12, 2016

" Love at the Center"- Ps. 5:1-8, Luke 7:36-8:3--June 12, 2016

It was supposed to be a gathering of men, eating dinner, reclining at table, talking about important things–talking about God, talking about the righteous life, talking about the future of Israel. And then she came in. How did that happen? All of a sudden she was standing there behind Jesus at his feet, weeping, with that alabaster jar hugged to her breast. And then she was anointing his feet with the ointment, bathing his feet with her tears, wiping his feet with her hair, kissing them. And he let her. In fact, without saying a word, there was definitely something going on between Jesus and that woman.

"Oh, for the love of God!" Simon muttered under his breath. "Some prophet this is! If he were the real deal, he would know who this woman is who is kissing him and crying all over him. So much for an enlightened conversation, let alone the hope of Israel..."

Jesus held Simon’s gaze. "Simon," he said, "I have something to say to you." "Teacher," he replied, "speak." And Jesus told him a parable about a creditor who had two debtors, one who owed 10 times as much as the other. When neither could repay the debts, the man forgave them both. "Now which of them will love him more?" Jesus asked. Simon answered, "I suppose the one for whom he cancelled the greater debt." "Right," Jesus said, and then asked him, "Simon, do you see this woman?" As it was so often with Jesus, it wasn’t a simple question, not the beginning of a magic trick–"Do you see this hat? Do you see this woman?"

"Simon, do you see this woman, beyond the nametag that says SINNER? [Mark Davis, leftbehindandloving it] You have been cordial and respectful, ingratiating even, since I arrived, but you have not offered even the basics of human connection that is customary among people who care for one another. I entered your house; you gave me no water for my feet, but she has bathed my feet with her tears and dried them with her hair. You gave me no kiss, but from the time I came in she has not stopped kissing my feet. You did not anoint my head with oil, but she has anointed my feet with ointment...Her sins, which were many, have been forgiven; so she has shown great love." And he said to the woman, "Your faith has saved you–or, has made you whole; go in peace."

When Matthew tells this story, he has Jesus say, "Truly I tell you, wherever this good news is proclaimed in the whole world, what she has done will be told in remembrance of her." That’s quite the claim for an unnamed woman of the street. This act of out and out sensuality, of love and devotion, of courage, of faith, this is at the core of the good news. Wow! I don’t remember ever reading it in any of the creeds!

I have to say, I see an awful lot of myself in Simon. His exasperated muttering, "Oh for the love of God!" was not just a throwaway. He thought the conversation he had envisioned for the evening was going to be his act and offering of love for God, talking theology, politics, listening to the one so many people were identifying as a prophet, a healer, a teacher. "Let’s get this right," the good Pharisee in Simon said. "Let’s act according to God’s law so we can be above reproach. Then God will be pleased with us and save us."

And I have no doubt Jesus loved him for that. Despite the way we seem to love to villainize the Pharisees, Jesus was much more like them than not. He too sought to live a life that loved and glorified God. But he also knew that the law without love, embodied love, for God and neighbor, was empty, just like his brother Pharisee Paul later wrote–"Though I speak in the tongues of mortals and angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging symbol."

"Your faith has saved you," Jesus said to the woman. "Your leaning in, your act of courage and trust, has made you whole." There was no statement of belief here, no naming of Jesus as Lord and Savior, no affirmation of the saving power of his death on the cross. "Your faith has saved you." "Faith is also the belief that you are worthy of salvation," New Testament professor Karoline Lewis writes. [workingpreacher.com, 6/5/16] Someone else has described a saint not as one who loves God so much but the one who knows they are so loved by God.

Do you? Do you know that you are completely, unconditionally, before you’ve raised a finger, loved by God? "The one to whom little is forgiven," Jesus said, "loves little." Stories of jailhouse conversions, testimonies at 12-step groups, "come to Jesus" moments of great confes-sion or self-recognition are often so powerful because the love these people have experienced is so unexpected and so great. Maybe those of us who’ve managed to get through life on a fairly even keel have never experienced quite the same thing. On the other hand, if we’ve never experienced forgiveness–that feels like genuine forgiveness,-- if we’ve never felt completely accepted just for who we are, not for what we’ve done or accomplished, then maybe we’ve also never really been able to love as freely as this woman with the alabaster jar did.

And the fact that this love was expressed so physically, so sensually, also reinforces the fullness of our confession that the Word became flesh. You know, there has been so much uproar, so much controversy, around whether Jesus could have been married, what was his relationship to Mary Magdalen, when, after all, he was divine. He wasn’t "that human," many protest. "He was so holy, so antiseptic, so immaculate. Heaven forbid, [writes Debie Thomas] that the Son of God might have been so embodied. So (shudder!) sensual." [journeywithjesus, 6/5/16] This exchange between Jesus and the woman off the street [Thomas writes] "is not a polite piety of the mind; this is physical extravagance. What writer Mary Gordon calls, ‘A Sabbath of the skin.’"

Bodies matter. Love is not disembodied. So food and drink, shelter and healthcare, being able to express love to whomever you love, the soil and water and air around us–all of this matters, all of this is part of the good news, whose core is love. God Almighty chose to slip into human flesh, to experience life on this planet the way we do–in bodies both fragile and resilient, that respond to touch and smell and sounds and tastes and images. We are so loved by God [remember that definition of saints as those who know they are thoroughly loved by God?]; and faith is at least in part, knowing that we are worthy of being loved, being saved, being made whole.

"Your faith has saved you," Jesus said to the woman. "Your leaning in, your outpouring of love, has made you whole. No matter what you’ve done, you are loved." "Through the abundance of your steadfast love," the psalmist sings, "I will enter your house." How we speak about God matters. The way we live our lives matters. The way we trust that God is able to forgive us and love us no matter what, matters. What matters most of all is love.

Amen, and amen. Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
Children's Sunday and Outdoor Picnic

Children's Sunday and Outdoor Picnic

Sunday June 5 During worship, third grade students were given bibles, and teachers and other leaders were acknowledged. A picnic for the whole church family took place following worship out on the front lawn and terrace - the forecast rain held off.
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Be the Church

Be the Church


“Be the Church” was the theme of the meeting, and it is the headline of the banner hanging in our fellowship hall at Second Congregational Church. In this day and age, what does it mean to “be the church”? This is what we proclaim: “Protect the environment. Care for the poor. Embrace diversity. Reject racism. Forgive often. Love God. Fight for the powerless. Share earthly and spiritual resources. Enjoy this life.”
“Being the church” means much more than maintaining a building, although we see our building on Hillside St. as an opportunity for hospitality, hosting dozens of community meetings each month. “Being the church” is a “this-worldly” activity, as we are charged to be Christ’s Body on earth. Thus, we seek to advocate for and take care of the earth, recognizing that we are stewards of God’s creation, our home, the source of our food and water, and our eye and heart’s delight. So we “protect the environment.” The poisons, the exploitation, the pollution we inflict upon the earth we also inflict upon ourselves and our neighbors in creation.
“The poor you will always have with you,” Jesus said, and therefore “care for the poor” is our constant charge and privilege, not only in acts of compassion and sharing, but also in advocating for changes in the structures that perpetuate inequality and widen the gap between rich and poor. So we “fight for the powerless” and “reject racism.” At our Vermont Conference Annual Meeting, delegates passed a resolution to support refugee resettlement in Vermont and pledged to work within our churches and communities to promote a moral economy.
Because God is an awesome God, beyond our imagining, present in our midst in ever-new and surprising ways, we “embrace diversity,” along with “rejecting racism” and all the other “-isms” that seek to divide us and close us off from God’s beloved. The rainbow flag hanging out in front of our building is a sign of welcome to all.
We seek to follow in Jesus’ way, which at its core means to “Love God” and our neighbor, to “forgive often”; to “share our earthly and spiritual resources.” In weekly worship, we are reminded who we are and Whose we are. Because we are loved by the God of Love and Light, in spite of all life’s challenges and struggles, we can “enjoy this life,” entrusting our lives even through and beyond death into the care of this amazing God.
“Be the church”! It is our charge, our challenge, our joy, and whoever you are, wherever you are on life’s journey, you are welcome here.
Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark

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