Friday, November 17, 2006

FOR FUN:


You are The Wheel of Fortune


Good fortune and happiness but sometimes a species of
intoxication with success


The Wheel of Fortune is all about big things, luck, change, fortune. Almost always good fortune. You are lucky in all things that you do and happy with the things that come to you. Be careful that success does not go to your head however. Sometimes luck can change.


What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

Saturday, November 11, 2006

SUNDAY THOUGHTS:
Click here for the readings

Tomorrow I make my way over South Pass to Rock Springs. We will have music by jazz artistRonnie Kole. He has been in Rock Springs doing workshops and working with students at Western Wyoming Community College. Every year he leads us in worship. This year we have 4 baptisms so it should be quite a celebration.
The Gospel is one where Jesus is warning the religious establishment about making the building and the trappings of religion more important than people. The widow with her two coins gives her all to support a system that perhaps should be looking out for her welfare rather than sucking up her last savings. He criticizes those who walk about in fine long robes and tells them that soon the whole structure will come tumbling down. It is a lesson for all of us who get too caught up in preserving the "way it always was" as our utmost value rather than letting go of those things that get in the way of our call to serve Christ in all persons. Dylan Breuer in her Lectionary blog explores this idea more fully.
In the reading from 1 Kings - the prophet Elijah goes to the outsider in answer to God's call. She is also a widow. Widows symbolize the most marginalized of the community - without a husband they have very few resources. In this story the widow is cooking a final meal for herself and her son. Elijah asks to share it and her willingness to share is repaid again and again.
How does this all relate to jazz and baptisms? Maybe there is something about letting go of status and position to give of oneself for others? Children want love, nurture, food and shelter -- just like we do. They are given into our care. Jazz at its best asks the musician to give one's gifts over to the music and the interplay between players. The giver of all gifts - children and music -- asks only that we use them to build up the kindom of God, for making heaven on earth. We cannot hold them too tightly. We give our best, studying and learning and practicing. Then we let it all go to become what God has in mind. Roots and wings - as the old saying goes. Roots for grounding and wings for flying.
There is a song sung by Linda Ronstadt:

Love is a rose but you better not pick it
Only grows when it's on the vine
Handful of thorns and you'll know you've missed it
Lose your love when you say the word mine

This is the truth - all life is a gift of the Holy One --- this building, the music, the children, ourselves - but the message we hear over and over is that it is not ours to use for ourselves alone -- it is to be offered up for the life of the world. The widows would not be down to her last coin or last meal if those in power had not allowed either of them to become impoverished. As we make our promises to these children to support them in their life in Christ - let us remember that we are making these promises to all the children. Maybe it would be to buy mosquito nets for a family in Africa to prevent malaria or give to buy a well for clean water in a village in South America so that disease is not spread from bad drinking water. These are all possibilities within our reach - see the Gifts for Life catalogfrom Episcopal Relief and Development for one way to do this. As we offer our support to the children we see here before us - we remember that we can reach out to our families, our community and around the world.

Monday, November 06, 2006


This weekend of events - the meeting of The Episcopal Majority on Friday, the Investiture on Saturday and the Installation on Sunday confirmed the best of the church for me. Rather than the one-note tune played by those who wish for a narrower church - I experienced the symphony that is our church. All the melodies and themes - weaving a rich song where all can join the harmony and diversity.
I loved the opening image of The Episcopal Majority meeting of wanting to maintain the big tent of Anglicanism rather than setting up individual tents for each small idea of what is right with guards checking the door to make sure that those entering are pure enough. I feel sad for those who would endlessly criticize. They seem to wallow in bringing down anyone who seems to be at ease and able to appreciate difference without feeling threatened or fearful. If they had written Canterbury Tales - only one type of person would be allowed on their pilgrimage. It is one thing to disagree and state ones case and work for change, it is something sad to harp continually and nastily about others on the Way.
The Episcopal Majority is a loose knit open organization for all who love The Episcopal Church and want to support it to become the best of Anglican welcome. It hopes to support the church to be a place where we can "argue it out" as the prophet Isaiah says, but yet share the the Body and Blood of Christ at the banquet prepared from all time and get out into the world to do the work we are called to do, strengthened in one another's company and filled with the Spirit.
On Saturday Katharine (click HERE) called us to be at home in this time and place and to help others to find home here too. Her challenge is that none of us is fully home until all of us are able to receive the abundance of the creation in daily life, health and well being.
On Sunday - (click HERE) we were sent out to be alight with the fire of the Spirit --- saint-sparks clearing the way for renewal and growth.
Some will continue to try to quench our spirits but as the (Click HERE) old camp song says:


Weave, weave, weave us together,
Weave us together in unity and love.
Weave, weave, weave us together,
Weave us together, together in love


We are many textures, we are many colors,
Each one different from the other.
But we are entwined in one another in one great tapestry


We are different instruments playing our own melodies,
Each one tuning to a different key,
But we are all playing in harmony in one great symphony.


A moment ago still we did not know
Our unity, only diversity.
Now the Spirit in me greets the Spirit in thee in one great family.


Weave, weave, weave us together,
Weave us together in unity and love.
Weave, weave, weave us together,
Weave us together, together in love


So join the symphony - all are welcome - amateurs and professionals - kazoo players and cellists - we are singing and playing for our lives and yours and the whole world's -- our conductor gave His all for this song - and its name is LOVE.

Sunday, October 29, 2006


INVESTITURE OF THE NEW PRESIDING BISHOP
Katharine Jefferts Schori will become our new presiding bishop next Saturday. The Bible passages that will be read are: Isaiah 25:1-9, Psalm 98, Ephesians 4:1-16, and Luke 4:14-21. She has asked the church to contemplate and pray these lessons during this week before her Investiture.
The Isaiah lesson speaks of a time when all can come to the feast and rejoice and be glad. The Psalm sings praises to God for the marvelous things God has done, even the hills sing and the waters clap its hands. Ephesians calls Christians to unity - using the image of God knitting us together. Luke tells of the time when Jesus read the scroll that is our first lesson and proclaims that this has happened at that very moment. It is the Year of the Lord's Favor. The word in Greek is dektos - and is often associated with the Year of Jubilee referred to in Leviticus - where all receive their share of the communities wealth. Those who have piled up more than others - return the extra to those who have lost their share. The land is permitted to rest and all feast together. It was a dream that probably never happened but an awareness that wealth is to be shared and not hoarded. Dektos at is root means acceptable or welcome.
Some questions that come to mind for me are:
What does it mean when Jesus proclaims the year of the Lord's favor?
A party favor is a gift to those who show up.
When someone does us a favor - we try to return it or at least pass it on to others.
Mary was favored among women - bringing God to birth in this world.
If we have God's favor - what is our response?
When have I felt "the Lord's favor"?
When have I returned the Lord's favor?
When have I felt accepatable and welcome?
When have I helped others to feel acceptable and welcome?

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

SOME FUN:

HowManyOfMe.com
LogoThere are:
28
people with my name
in the U.S.A.

How many have your name?



If I use my middle name - there are no people with my name.

Saturday, October 14, 2006


BLESSING OF ANIMALS:
Sunday we will celebrate the Feast of St. Francis, a little late. His day is October 4th but the first time this month we could make it happen in Rock Springs and Eden. St. Francis was a rich young man who "had it all" - friends, family connections, a soldier, popularity. Something must have been missing though - as he could often be found at the site of the ruins of the church at San Damiano. At one point he heard the voice of Jesus saying "build my church." He began to restore the ruins of the building thinking that is what the voice meant. He attracted other young men who were looking for meaning in their lives. He gave away money to the poor. Finally his father confronted him and said he had to choose - either give up his family connections or his new way of life. Francis chose to follow Christ, taking off all his fine clothes that belonged to the wealth of his family. Naked in the town square - a compassionate bishop covered him with his cope.
He had many other legendary adventures among them his ability to communicate with wolves, birds and other animals. This is why we celebrate his life with the blessing of animals. Francis' life was paralleled by Clare who was also taken with this simple way of life - serving the poor and marginalized. Each founded an order of followers who agreed with their ideals.
In our reading today we hear Jesus say, Come to me, all you that are weary and are carrying heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me; for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light. Often our commitment to serve Christ in the world can feel like a heavy burden -- so many hurting people, so many needs, how can we even make a difference?
Lane Denson in Out of Nowhere says perhaps examining the meaning of the word "sacrifice" will give us a broader perspective of what God requires. Sacrifice in our common usage means giving up things or our life, but it has its roots in "to make holy" or "sacred." So while it can mean to give up something it also means seeing all our gifts and resources as having potential for holiness. It all depends on what we do with them. When we see our "things" in this way - they become light, we become less attached to them and can more freely use them to build up the creation and all our brothers and sisters in this world.
Our pets give themselves to us in love - we care for them and love them in return. They need very little: affection, exercise, food, water, shelter. Maybe we can learn from them.

Wednesday, October 04, 2006




WYOMING WEDNESDAY:
The drive over South Pass was stunning with the aspens at full gold and the rising sun illuminating the golds and reds. This year seems to have more red in the aspens than many years. Some sort of combination of drought and rain, freeze and heat, I suppose. This day had a classic highway sight for this time of year. The cattle were being trailed down the road to winter pasture from their sojourn in the mountain pastures. Some will end up as burgers and steaks and shoes and some will winter over to return to the high country in the Spring.
Yesterday three of us hiked to the Falls of the Popo Agie, probably the last hike there for this year. Snow will soon cover the trail. We are soaking in the color as we start into the more black and white season of winter. Dark tree trunks will stand out from white snow. Brown grass and grey green sage brush will patch the places in between the drifts. But for now we enjoy each day and its gifts.

Saturday, September 30, 2006

SUNDAY THOUGHTS:
The lessons are from the Book of Esther, the Epistle of James and the Gospel of Mark. The theme, according to the Collect is a prayer for grace as we run to obtain God's promises to partake of heavenly treasure.
The Book of Esther is a tale of how a woman saves a nation by stepping up to the plate at a crucial moment. It is told in a melodramatic style - with reversals of fortune and opportunities to laugh as villains are brought to justice. When Purim is celebrated in the Synagogue (usually in March) the reading of this story is accompanied by boos and hisses and clattering of rattles at the mention of Haman's, the villain, name and shouts and cheers for Mordecai and Esther. The point of the story seems to be that when the time comes it is not always the strong and powerful who win the day, but that we must be willing to act if we are so called.
In the gospel - Jesus is also making the point that the kindom of heaven is made up of little ones, those who even in small acts - like a cup of water for someone who is thirsty - do the thing that brings us all closer to living in the way that God would have us live. Often we think that "little ones" means children but in this passage it is the Greek word "mikron" - same as where we get "micro." In this case Jesus is referring to those on the margins - the widows, the orphans, the poor, the powerless. He is giving hope to all who feel that life is too much to handle and who are always struggling. He is calling those who have gifts, no matter how small we may think they are, to use them to care for one another. Dylan Breuer has a commentary on this at her blog, Sarah Laughed.
James, as usual, offers practical advice on church life. Luther did not like the Epistle of James as he thought it was a "works not grace" book of the Bible. Luther was so overwhelmed by the notion of grace that he dismissed the Letter of James as to works oriented. Also interesting is that the Book of Esther does not mention God at all. It is a good thing they were all left in the Bible as we have received it - makes us know that there is a broad range of approaches to the faithful life. The task is to run the race and know that we already have the gold medal.

Friday, September 29, 2006


Walking along the streets of Lander under a canopy of golden cottonwoods with scatterings of red here and there. It must be something about Fall but my friend and I were talking about suddenly grown up kids whose photo in the local newspaper reminds one that they are no longer skinny little boys but about to launch into adulthood young men. The conversation then went to people in our lives who still hold an image in their minds of us at 1 or 5 or 10 or young nubile 20 somethings or whenever. I was thinking, hunh, what a concept - we live on as 10 year olds somewhere in the world of someone else's imagining. A funny sort of immortality and sort of sweet - unless of course that person still treats us in real life as a 10 year old - then not so funny but aggravating.

Friday, September 22, 2006


THOUGHTS FOR SUNDAY - SEPTEMBER 24:
I am preaching for the next couple of weeks so spending some time thinking about the lessons for Sundayand what might be said about them. The Gospel speaks of servant leadership and welcoming a little child as God should be welcomed. In our culture we revere children - at least our own children and think - yes - God is all that perceived goodness and innocence and love. Then I read a commentary on the role of children in the time of Jesus at the UCC worship site. It says:
"John Pilch is helpful once again in shedding light on the customs and culture reflected in Jesus'’ actions and words. A child in our culture is much valued and is put first in our priorities (at least, we say so, regardless of the number of children in poverty). In the time of Jesus, a child was lowest on the priority list (no "women and children first" here). Even in medieval times, Mediterranean cultures put a low value on children; "Thomas Aquinas taught that in a raging fire a husband was obliged to save his father first, then his mother, next his wife, and last of all his young child" (The Cultural World of Jesus, Sunday by Sunday, Cycle B). This is the reverse of our order today in Western culture, so it'’s easy for us to sentimentalize the action of Jesus in picking up a small child and exhorting his followers to welcome "one such child" in his name as a way to welcome him. Instead, we might hear it as a radical command, an upsetting one even."
Who could I use as an example from our cultural context to show something of what Jesus is saying? What came to me is: a group of powerful leaders of religion, industry and politics were meeting with Jesus and discussing who is the best leader and most powerful among them all, the most "in" of the group - Jesus looks to the illegal immigrant cleaning person who is emptying the trash - and says -----
The other lessons speak about the signs of those who follow God's ways and the signs of those who do not. The lesson from Wisdom challenges all who are self indulgent at the expense of others and the letter of James repeats these challenges and notes the signs of these ways in communities.
The Collect (opening prayer) calls us to "be not anxious" - it seems that giving up our need to gather too much to ourselves and to use people for our own ends leads us to more rather than less anxiety. Power and control seem like the way to less anxiety but it is a paradox that it as St. Francis says:
Lord, make us instruments of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let us sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is discord, union;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
where there is sadness, joy.
Grand that we may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

As we pray: Jesus stretched out his arms of welcome on the hard wood of the cross that everyone might come into his embrace.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006


VISITING WASHINGTON D.C. AND ENVIRONS:
Following a trip to Sewanee, TN and some work with the Trainers for EfM, I flew into Washington DC to spend some time with our granddaughter and her parents. Lots of fun hanging out with a 1+ year old and playing "Hi Dair" under the dining room chair.
A surprise highlight of my trip was visiting the Washington National Cathedral. I went there to see some friends who work there and as we were chatting one friend said - "How about presiding at the Eucharist this noon?" So we went off to the sacristy where the Vergers got us set up and told me all I needed to know. Then we took our places in the choir and doing Eucharist at the High Altar - what a rush! To think of all the history of that place and those who have celebrated in that space in the past and yet to come. YIKES!

Monday, September 04, 2006




LEAVING CANNON BEACH
The fog is rolling in from the ocean as we sort and pack. Tossing old lettuce and bits from the refrigerator. Putting something in the freezer to take out and thaw upon our next arrival. Grandkids and their parents came to visit. Sandcastles were built and destroyed. Waves were jumped and buckets filled as the tide came in and went out. The Pacific Ocean on the Oregon Coast freezes your feet and makes your legs ache if you stay in for more than a few minutes. When we were children we called it "refreshing" - now we call it "frrrreeeeeeeezzzzing." Wet suits have allowed the more adventurous to surf and kayak but mostly it is a sandcastle building, seashell collecting, and strolling beach.
Yesterday (Sunday of Labor Day weekend) we gathered the clan to baptize a great nephew in the ocean. His cousins had been "done" a few years ago, I performed the parents' wedding by the falls and lake up the Columbia Gorge and now we came together again to affirm our support for this child, to recognize that he is born blessed, and to help him to grow into the fullness of that blessing. He did not think much of the whole project - nothing quite like being dipped in the Pacific Ocean to wake a boy up from his cozy nap in his daddy's arms. Even if he forgets we will remember.
So now it is goodbye to our little house and off for the golden aspens of Wyoming.