Today has been a wonderful day. After a quick round of chores at the barn, I showered and drove to Mingo Lodge in Logan for a planning meeting of the Ancient and Accepted Scottish Rite of Freemasonry. It was good to see old friends and to share ideas for the coming year. The theme for the day was building character and virtue in the lives of the members of our fraternity. Such a positive time together was a welcome relief from some of the events of the past couple of weeks.
I returned home to check my e-mail and find this wonderful picture of my grand-daughters, Margaret and Helen, taking their snack together. Then it was out into the garden to pick tomatoes and peaches and cucumbers, some of which made a delightful lunch. At about 3:30, Tristan called just to say hi. It was good to hear him sounding so happy and contented. I think his carefree joy has something to do with some girls he met from Austria. It is so good to see him experiencing civilian joys in peace and safety.
Then Rebecca and I drove up for Vespers with our friends at Holy Cross Carpathian Orthodox Church in Columbus. Sometimes it is good to meet God from the perspective of a layman. Then we finished out the day by eating at "Chick Fil A," as much as a political and moral statement as anything else, but their food is good. (see http://m.bpnews.net/bpnews.asp?id=38271 if you need some background on the company and the controversy surrounding them.)
From there it was just home, chores (all eight Speckled Sussex Hens laid an egg today!), some time with Scott's "Fair Maid of Perth" and a wee dram of Sherry on the porch surrounded by the dogs, and now it is almost time for bed. Such an Eve of the Feast of St. Mary Magdaline I cannot remember!
PS: for those who may wonder, Squirt the Shetland Pony has completely recovered from her brush with founder and is back on pasture with her friend Princess, the Thoroughbred-Arab Cross.
Showing posts with label Christian Worship. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christian Worship. Show all posts
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Mid-winter Musings
Fairfield County is now firmly in the grips of winter. The truck thermometer read 22 degrees Fahrenheit when I did my chores this morning at the barn. A light dusting of snow covers the ground, and the horses are very glad to be out of their stalls now that the ground is frozen (they tear up too much pasture when things are muddy and therefore have to stay in the barn until the ground is frozen.) Just last weekend, Tristan, Chuck, Leo the fat Labrador and I were shooting pheasants in fifty degree weather at Federal Valley. We bagged six birds, missed two embarrassingly easy shots, and watched one beautiful cock bird glide into the treeline when Leo got excited and galumphed out of range. It was a good day with lunch at the local ma and pop restaurant, Cardhu, and Dominicanas. The slower pace of mid-winter life in the countryside always calls me to consider those things that are truly important, and this year is no departure from that rule.
Monday night, Kathy Heim (our organist) conspired with me to offer evensong at the church. It is a fitting service for the countryside in mid-winter. After the sentences and confession, we proceeded directly to Phos hilaron by Robert Bridges and Louis Bourgeois, The lessons from the Feast of the Circumcision were answered by Crotch's Mag and Whitneys's paraphrase of the Nunc set to Orlando Gibbons' Song 1. There was enough plainsong, simplified Anglican chant, and incense for even me, but the most amazing thing about this lovely service was its spontaneity. I was in the throes of laryngitis, and so was unable to sing or read my accustomed parts. Kathy chanted, Ivan led the canticles, Frankie and Ann read the lessons, Ivan and Kathy offered thoughts on the lessons, Paul led the state and church prayers, Ivan offered those prayers requested by members of our congregation, and I merely received the gift of worship from my friends. I was helpless in a sense, but through my friends, I met God. The liturgy was truly the work of the people here at Saint John's, and the experience got me thinking about what might be.
Imagine a place where the Holy Communion was the basis of our life together. What would it be like for the ancient devotional societies of the church to cooperate in prayer with the more functional modern mission agencies which labour in our parish? Could it be possible that evangelical commitment to study God's Word might be blended with the devotional practices of the church catholic such as confession and stations? Could the personal devotional practices of the modern west be coupled with fasting and the disciplines of another age and another part of the world? And could God, would God, work through such a mix to send his people out in the power of the Holy Spirit to 'preach good tidings unto the meek, bind up the brokenhearted, proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound; to proclaim the acceptable year of the Lord, and the day of vengeance of our God; to comfort all that mourn; to appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that he might be glorified.' (Isaiah lxi. I)?
These are the sorts of things I think about in mid-winter. Perhaps in the days to come, God will unite our hearts to see such a miraculous fulfillment of the prophesies of Isaiah.
Monday night, Kathy Heim (our organist) conspired with me to offer evensong at the church. It is a fitting service for the countryside in mid-winter. After the sentences and confession, we proceeded directly to Phos hilaron by Robert Bridges and Louis Bourgeois, The lessons from the Feast of the Circumcision were answered by Crotch's Mag and Whitneys's paraphrase of the Nunc set to Orlando Gibbons' Song 1. There was enough plainsong, simplified Anglican chant, and incense for even me, but the most amazing thing about this lovely service was its spontaneity. I was in the throes of laryngitis, and so was unable to sing or read my accustomed parts. Kathy chanted, Ivan led the canticles, Frankie and Ann read the lessons, Ivan and Kathy offered thoughts on the lessons, Paul led the state and church prayers, Ivan offered those prayers requested by members of our congregation, and I merely received the gift of worship from my friends. I was helpless in a sense, but through my friends, I met God. The liturgy was truly the work of the people here at Saint John's, and the experience got me thinking about what might be.
Imagine a place where the Holy Communion was the basis of our life together. What would it be like for the ancient devotional societies of the church to cooperate in prayer with the more functional modern mission agencies which labour in our parish? Could it be possible that evangelical commitment to study God's Word might be blended with the devotional practices of the church catholic such as confession and stations? Could the personal devotional practices of the modern west be coupled with fasting and the disciplines of another age and another part of the world? And could God, would God, work through such a mix to send his people out in the power of the Holy Spirit to 'preach good tidings unto the meek, bind up the brokenhearted, proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound; to proclaim the acceptable year of the Lord, and the day of vengeance of our God; to comfort all that mourn; to appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that he might be glorified.' (Isaiah lxi. I)?
These are the sorts of things I think about in mid-winter. Perhaps in the days to come, God will unite our hearts to see such a miraculous fulfillment of the prophesies of Isaiah.
Monday, July 19, 2010
The Call to Worship
Proper 11 Year C The Sunday Closest to July 20th
Colossians 1:15-28
Luke 10:38-42
Today’s Gospel lesson sounds strange to our modern western ears. Jesus had come into a village to teach. Preparations were well underway to extend to him that especial hospitality which was so characteristic of the ancient Jewish community. Martha had without doubt been working hard since she heard that the Master was coming into their village and home. There was a house to clean, food to be prepared, clothes to be washed, and instructions to give to the servants. All of the preparations for a major party consumed her time and her energy. Her sister Mary had probably started out being a pretty good helper as the preparations progressed. But when Jesus finally arrived, sister Mary was nowhere to be found. Sister Martha finally found her sitting at the feet of Jesus, listening intently to the Master’s words. Martha was consternated and said, “Lord, do you not care that my sister has left me to do all the work by myself? Tell her then to help me.” Jesus did not give her the answer that she wanted, or the one she expected. “Martha, Martha, you are worried and distracted by many things; there is need of only one thing. Mary has chosen the better part, which will not be taken away from her.” I daresay most of us would share Martha’s consternation in a similar situation. Certainly there is time to sit and listen to Jesus…after the work is done. Mary is shirking her duty. Shame on Jesus for letting her get by with that!
We are, like the ancient Romans, a nation of doers. We are in the main hard working, diligent, well organized, and pragmatic. We are serious about our religion, but we realize that if someone doesn’t do the work, it is not going to get done. Those characteristics have established our national power, built our business acumen, and helped us to create a spectacularly high standard of living. Martha was a lot like most of us. People like Martha, and like us, are the engines which make the economy work, and which lay the groundwork for much of what we would generally call human achievement. In their place, our characteristics are all admirable qualities and good things, but- and there is that most disturbing word- our general propensity to focus on doing sometimes causes us to undervalue other important things in life.
Mary was beginning to realize some things about Jesus of Nazareth which had not yet fully dawned on her hard working sister Martha. Saint Paul eloquently stated those “things” years later in what constitutes our Epistle lesson for today. “Jesus is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn of all creation; for in him all things in heaven and on earth were created, things visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or rulers of powers- all things have been created through him and for him. He himself is before all things, and in him all things hold together. He is the head of the body, the church; he is the beginning, the firstborn from the dead, so that he might come to have first place in everything. For in him all the fullness of God was pleased to dwell, and through him God was pleased to reconcile to himself all things, whether on earth or in heaven, by making peace through the blood of his cross. And you who were once estranged and hostile in mind, doing evil deeds, he has now reconciled in his fleshly body through death, so as to present you holy and blameless and irreproachable before him- provided that you continue firmly established and steadfast in the faith, without shifting from the hope promised by the gospel that you heard, which has been proclaimed to every creature under heaven.” This is the Christian Faith in a nutshell, and if it is true, then certainly “Mary has chosen the better part.” To sit at the feet of the master, to bask in the light of his presence, and to adore and worship him is certainly more important than anything I could do or accomplish in a thousand lifetimes. That is not to say that our good works and hard work are unimportant or that God does not expect them to flow from our faith, but it is to recognize that worship given to our Creator and Redeemer and Sustainer is infinitely more important than any work that we might be called to do.
Unfortunately, many of us only come to appreciate this truth when some great calamity or undesired situation arises in our life. For the poet John Milton, that realization came when he realized that he was going blind, and wondered how he could possibly get along without his sight. He wrote:
When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent, which is death to hide,
Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning, chide:
“Doth God exact day labor, light denied?”
I fondly ask; but Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, “God doth not need
Either man’s work, or His own gifts; who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve Him best. His state
Is kingly. Thousands at His bidding speed,
And post o’er land and ocean without rest;
They also serve who only stand and wait.”
Bishop Michael Nazir-Ali, in his book “Frontiers in Muslim-Christian Encounter,” points out that “the ancient Churches (of the east sic), because of the restrictions on them in the past, have developed a theology of witness which emphasizes the centrality of the Eucharistic liturgy in Christian witness. This is not surprising since the liturgy was often the only way in which they could declare their faith.”
How sad it is that most of us only come to give adoration and worship of Jesus its proper significance when health, political reality, or personal tragedy remove all other options in our lives. Blessed is that woman or man who, like Mary, can see Jesus for who he is, and realizes that to worship at his feet is “the best part.”
And this brings us to the place of worship in our lives, both individually and as a parish. We are called to ask ourselves if it is indeed “the best part” in our estimation. At the risk of preaching to the choir this morning, I fear that it often is not first in our lives. There are so many other things which we value above attending every week upon the word and sacraments, which is the way that God has given us to sit at the feet of Jesus. We have all heard those who might say “I feel closer to God in the woods, or on the boat, or on the golf course on a beautiful morning than I ever do in church.” It is a noble sounding sentiment, but unfortunately, it is not an option that God gives us when He says, “forsake not the assembling of yourselves together”, and “unless you eat my flesh and drink my blood, you have no part of me.” Oh that all the people of God might say with the Psalmist, “I had rather be a doorman in the house of the Lord, than to dwell in the tents of the wicked.” Over the years, I grew to appreciate the example of Fred Hatcher, who always was attendant upon the Word and Sacrament wherever he traveled in this broad world. Here in Lancaster, in Europe, Asia, or Elsewhere, he never missed Sunday Church. Might we all be blessed with a burning desire to claim “the best part” with Mary and Fred, and with the saints of God down through the ages. As we acknowledge who he truly is, and sit at His feet expectantly and regularly, surely he will meet us and transform us more perfectly into His image by the blood of the everlasting covenant and in the power of the Holy Spirit. AMEN.
Colossians 1:15-28
Luke 10:38-42
Today’s Gospel lesson sounds strange to our modern western ears. Jesus had come into a village to teach. Preparations were well underway to extend to him that especial hospitality which was so characteristic of the ancient Jewish community. Martha had without doubt been working hard since she heard that the Master was coming into their village and home. There was a house to clean, food to be prepared, clothes to be washed, and instructions to give to the servants. All of the preparations for a major party consumed her time and her energy. Her sister Mary had probably started out being a pretty good helper as the preparations progressed. But when Jesus finally arrived, sister Mary was nowhere to be found. Sister Martha finally found her sitting at the feet of Jesus, listening intently to the Master’s words. Martha was consternated and said, “Lord, do you not care that my sister has left me to do all the work by myself? Tell her then to help me.” Jesus did not give her the answer that she wanted, or the one she expected. “Martha, Martha, you are worried and distracted by many things; there is need of only one thing. Mary has chosen the better part, which will not be taken away from her.” I daresay most of us would share Martha’s consternation in a similar situation. Certainly there is time to sit and listen to Jesus…after the work is done. Mary is shirking her duty. Shame on Jesus for letting her get by with that!
We are, like the ancient Romans, a nation of doers. We are in the main hard working, diligent, well organized, and pragmatic. We are serious about our religion, but we realize that if someone doesn’t do the work, it is not going to get done. Those characteristics have established our national power, built our business acumen, and helped us to create a spectacularly high standard of living. Martha was a lot like most of us. People like Martha, and like us, are the engines which make the economy work, and which lay the groundwork for much of what we would generally call human achievement. In their place, our characteristics are all admirable qualities and good things, but- and there is that most disturbing word- our general propensity to focus on doing sometimes causes us to undervalue other important things in life.
Mary was beginning to realize some things about Jesus of Nazareth which had not yet fully dawned on her hard working sister Martha. Saint Paul eloquently stated those “things” years later in what constitutes our Epistle lesson for today. “Jesus is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn of all creation; for in him all things in heaven and on earth were created, things visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or rulers of powers- all things have been created through him and for him. He himself is before all things, and in him all things hold together. He is the head of the body, the church; he is the beginning, the firstborn from the dead, so that he might come to have first place in everything. For in him all the fullness of God was pleased to dwell, and through him God was pleased to reconcile to himself all things, whether on earth or in heaven, by making peace through the blood of his cross. And you who were once estranged and hostile in mind, doing evil deeds, he has now reconciled in his fleshly body through death, so as to present you holy and blameless and irreproachable before him- provided that you continue firmly established and steadfast in the faith, without shifting from the hope promised by the gospel that you heard, which has been proclaimed to every creature under heaven.” This is the Christian Faith in a nutshell, and if it is true, then certainly “Mary has chosen the better part.” To sit at the feet of the master, to bask in the light of his presence, and to adore and worship him is certainly more important than anything I could do or accomplish in a thousand lifetimes. That is not to say that our good works and hard work are unimportant or that God does not expect them to flow from our faith, but it is to recognize that worship given to our Creator and Redeemer and Sustainer is infinitely more important than any work that we might be called to do.
Unfortunately, many of us only come to appreciate this truth when some great calamity or undesired situation arises in our life. For the poet John Milton, that realization came when he realized that he was going blind, and wondered how he could possibly get along without his sight. He wrote:
When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent, which is death to hide,
Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning, chide:
“Doth God exact day labor, light denied?”
I fondly ask; but Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, “God doth not need
Either man’s work, or His own gifts; who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve Him best. His state
Is kingly. Thousands at His bidding speed,
And post o’er land and ocean without rest;
They also serve who only stand and wait.”
Bishop Michael Nazir-Ali, in his book “Frontiers in Muslim-Christian Encounter,” points out that “the ancient Churches (of the east sic), because of the restrictions on them in the past, have developed a theology of witness which emphasizes the centrality of the Eucharistic liturgy in Christian witness. This is not surprising since the liturgy was often the only way in which they could declare their faith.”
How sad it is that most of us only come to give adoration and worship of Jesus its proper significance when health, political reality, or personal tragedy remove all other options in our lives. Blessed is that woman or man who, like Mary, can see Jesus for who he is, and realizes that to worship at his feet is “the best part.”
And this brings us to the place of worship in our lives, both individually and as a parish. We are called to ask ourselves if it is indeed “the best part” in our estimation. At the risk of preaching to the choir this morning, I fear that it often is not first in our lives. There are so many other things which we value above attending every week upon the word and sacraments, which is the way that God has given us to sit at the feet of Jesus. We have all heard those who might say “I feel closer to God in the woods, or on the boat, or on the golf course on a beautiful morning than I ever do in church.” It is a noble sounding sentiment, but unfortunately, it is not an option that God gives us when He says, “forsake not the assembling of yourselves together”, and “unless you eat my flesh and drink my blood, you have no part of me.” Oh that all the people of God might say with the Psalmist, “I had rather be a doorman in the house of the Lord, than to dwell in the tents of the wicked.” Over the years, I grew to appreciate the example of Fred Hatcher, who always was attendant upon the Word and Sacrament wherever he traveled in this broad world. Here in Lancaster, in Europe, Asia, or Elsewhere, he never missed Sunday Church. Might we all be blessed with a burning desire to claim “the best part” with Mary and Fred, and with the saints of God down through the ages. As we acknowledge who he truly is, and sit at His feet expectantly and regularly, surely he will meet us and transform us more perfectly into His image by the blood of the everlasting covenant and in the power of the Holy Spirit. AMEN.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Rector's Rambling: September '09
Rector’s Rambling- September 2009
Hope springs eternal, and with the start of a new school year, opportunities will abound at St. John’s for us to worship together, know God together, fellowship together, and proclaim in our words and by our actions the Good News that Jesus Saves! I hope you will take advantage of the opportunity to receive the body and blood of our Saviour at least once each week. The Faith teaches us that to receive the Holy Mysteries imputes to us an infusion of grace that is healing, and strengthening, and which unites us to God and each other. I would also invite you to attend one of our Bible studies regularly. The Bible is God’s roadmap for our lives, and as we prayerfully and humbly read, mark, and inwardly digest it, our lives are transformed more perfectly into the image of Christ. Plan on dining with friends this year as often as you can. Our Lord gave us an example of fellowship over food on many occasions, and we hope to serve breakfasts every month in order to know each other better, and to provide a friendly venue where acquaintances from outside our parish family might be welcomed into the fold. I’m told that plans are also afoot to add cappuccinos and lattes to our coffee bar this year during the Christian Education hour!
If you are blessed to have children in your life, I pray that you will bring them regularly to St. John’s for worship. Whether they are grandchildren, your own little ones, or friends from your neighborhood, bring them often and teach them by your example and by gentle direction how to worship God according to the received customs of Christ’s ancient, one, holy, catholic, and apostolic church. Attend their games and programs at school and their clubs, but teach them that there is a way of Christian worship which is dignified, communal, and intensely personal. It is a lesson which will transform their lives. It is true that the very young might not be able to sit through an entire service, and for them and their loved ones we are providing a cry room with closed circuit TV this year, but often we underestimate the ability of our children to pray, sing, listen, and give God the respect he is due from all of His creation. Jesus said, “suffer the little children to come unto me, for of such is the kingdom of heaven.” Might we heed His call and introduce our children to the one who will keep them throughout this life and into eternity. It is the greatest gift we can give them. And as I ponder this truth, a serious aside occurs to me. Some people say that we must radically change the worship we have received from the Apostles and Martyrs in order to make it relevant to young people. I’ve never believed that, and have not found it to be true in my own life or those of my children. There is a comfort in the tremendous mystery of Divine Worship as we learn that we are not the center of the universe, and that we are called to participate in something that is older, and greater than ourselves. It remains to us to teach our Children why our worship transcends time and space, and to model for them how we as Reformed and Catholic Christians historically meet our God in Word and Sacrament.
May God bless you as this strangely cool and wet summer comes to a close. May He bless you with an abiding sense of the presence of the Holy Ghost in your life, with a clearer understanding of your own motives and needs, and with a sense of forgiveness and purpose that comes only from above. And may he fill your heart with that hope which springs eternal.. AMEN.
Pax Vobiscum,
Bill+
Hope springs eternal, and with the start of a new school year, opportunities will abound at St. John’s for us to worship together, know God together, fellowship together, and proclaim in our words and by our actions the Good News that Jesus Saves! I hope you will take advantage of the opportunity to receive the body and blood of our Saviour at least once each week. The Faith teaches us that to receive the Holy Mysteries imputes to us an infusion of grace that is healing, and strengthening, and which unites us to God and each other. I would also invite you to attend one of our Bible studies regularly. The Bible is God’s roadmap for our lives, and as we prayerfully and humbly read, mark, and inwardly digest it, our lives are transformed more perfectly into the image of Christ. Plan on dining with friends this year as often as you can. Our Lord gave us an example of fellowship over food on many occasions, and we hope to serve breakfasts every month in order to know each other better, and to provide a friendly venue where acquaintances from outside our parish family might be welcomed into the fold. I’m told that plans are also afoot to add cappuccinos and lattes to our coffee bar this year during the Christian Education hour!
If you are blessed to have children in your life, I pray that you will bring them regularly to St. John’s for worship. Whether they are grandchildren, your own little ones, or friends from your neighborhood, bring them often and teach them by your example and by gentle direction how to worship God according to the received customs of Christ’s ancient, one, holy, catholic, and apostolic church. Attend their games and programs at school and their clubs, but teach them that there is a way of Christian worship which is dignified, communal, and intensely personal. It is a lesson which will transform their lives. It is true that the very young might not be able to sit through an entire service, and for them and their loved ones we are providing a cry room with closed circuit TV this year, but often we underestimate the ability of our children to pray, sing, listen, and give God the respect he is due from all of His creation. Jesus said, “suffer the little children to come unto me, for of such is the kingdom of heaven.” Might we heed His call and introduce our children to the one who will keep them throughout this life and into eternity. It is the greatest gift we can give them. And as I ponder this truth, a serious aside occurs to me. Some people say that we must radically change the worship we have received from the Apostles and Martyrs in order to make it relevant to young people. I’ve never believed that, and have not found it to be true in my own life or those of my children. There is a comfort in the tremendous mystery of Divine Worship as we learn that we are not the center of the universe, and that we are called to participate in something that is older, and greater than ourselves. It remains to us to teach our Children why our worship transcends time and space, and to model for them how we as Reformed and Catholic Christians historically meet our God in Word and Sacrament.
May God bless you as this strangely cool and wet summer comes to a close. May He bless you with an abiding sense of the presence of the Holy Ghost in your life, with a clearer understanding of your own motives and needs, and with a sense of forgiveness and purpose that comes only from above. And may he fill your heart with that hope which springs eternal.. AMEN.
Pax Vobiscum,
Bill+
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