"Let me keep my mind on what matters, which is my work, which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished." -- Mary Oliver
There is much to be said for just paying attention. Some mornings I walk into our sanctuary to retrieve something and suddenly turn around to notice the sun coming through this window in a way that never fails to take me by surprise. It is astonishing the beauty that surrounds us every moment. A ray of sunlight, a pure note sung by our neighbor, an infant's smile, or light streaming through blue glass. Allow yourself to be astonished today!
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
The Eyes Have It
Tues – Psalm
19:7-8
7The law of the Lord is perfect, reviving the soul;
the
decrees of the Lord are sure, making wise the simple;
the precepts of the Lord
are right, rejoicing the heart;
the commandment of the Lord is clear,
enlightening the eyes.
I freely admit I am a sucker for cute baby photos, especially ones that focus on the expression of wonder and interest in a young child's eyes. There is a certain kind of wisdom evident in the very young child. The wisdom of attentiveness, curiosity, trust, and expectation.
Which commandment of the Lord is clear, enlightening the eyes?? Perhaps this one: "Unless you become like little children ..."
Pay Attention
The photo above was posted last week by the Lakewood Daily Snap, a beautiful photoblog worth checking out.
This is the first, wildest, and wisest thing I know, that the soul exists and it is built entirely out of attention. -- Mary Oliver
This Monday my thoughts are directed to the issue of paying attention. Some days are so full that we realize at it's end we hardly noticed where we were or who was with us.
Psalm 19 reads "The heavens are telling the glory of God; and the firmament proclaims his handiwork. Day to day pours forth speech, and night to night declares knowledge."
Here's hoping we find the wisdom to stop and take notice.
Here's hoping we find the wisdom to stop and take notice.
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Vespers Poems
Tonight at Lenten Vespers at UniPlace we sang "Be Thou My Vision" and "My Life Flows On" (How Can I Keep from Singing?) as well as listening reflectively once more to all our daily readings from the week. In addition we listened to readings of a couple Wendell Berry poems. They are both posted below, along with the full text of the William Butler Yeats poem quoted in the Sunday morning sermon.
Grateful tonight for poets and songwriters ...
Manifesto:
The Second Coming
by William Butler Yeats
TURNING and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Grateful tonight for poets and songwriters ...
The Wild Geese
by Wendell Berry
Horseback on Sunday
morning,
harvest over, we taste persimmon
and wild grape, sharp sweet
of summer's end. In time's maze
over the fall fields, we name names
that went west from here, names
that rest on graves. We open
a persimmon seed to find the tree
that stands in promise,
pale, in the seed's marrow.
Geese appear high over us,
pass, and the sky closes. Abandon,
as in love or sleep, holds
them to their way, clear,
in the ancient faith: what we need
is here. And we pray, not
for new earth or heaven, but to be
quiet in heart, and in eye
clear. What we need is here.
harvest over, we taste persimmon
and wild grape, sharp sweet
of summer's end. In time's maze
over the fall fields, we name names
that went west from here, names
that rest on graves. We open
a persimmon seed to find the tree
that stands in promise,
pale, in the seed's marrow.
Geese appear high over us,
pass, and the sky closes. Abandon,
as in love or sleep, holds
them to their way, clear,
in the ancient faith: what we need
is here. And we pray, not
for new earth or heaven, but to be
quiet in heart, and in eye
clear. What we need is here.
Manifesto:
The Mad Farmer Liberation Front
by Wendell Berry
Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more
of everything ready-made. Be afraid
to know your neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card
and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know.
So, friends, every day do something
vacation with pay. Want more
of everything ready-made. Be afraid
to know your neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card
and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know.
So, friends, every day do something
that won't compute. Love the
Lord.
Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it.
Denounce the government and embrace
the flag. Hope to live in that free
republic for which it stands.
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man
has not encountered he has not destroyed.
Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it.
Denounce the government and embrace
the flag. Hope to live in that free
republic for which it stands.
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man
has not encountered he has not destroyed.
Ask the questions that have no answers.
Invest in the millenium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.
Say that the leaves are harvested
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.
Put your faith in the two inches of humus
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.
Listen to carrion - put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come.
Expect the end of the world. Laugh.
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts.
So long as women do not go cheap
for power, please women more than men.
Ask yourself: Will this satisfy
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep
of a woman near to giving birth?Go with your love to the fields.
Lie down in the shade. Rest your head
in her lap. Swear allegiance
to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos
can predict the motions of your mind,
lose it. Leave it as a sign
to mark the false trail, the way
you didn't go. Be like the fox
who makes more tracks than necessary,some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.
Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front" from The Country of
Marriage,
copyright © 1973 by Wendell Berry, Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, Inc.
copyright © 1973 by Wendell Berry, Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, Inc.
Collected Poems
1957-1982
The Second Coming
by William Butler Yeats
TURNING and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Sunday Sermon
Romans
4, Genesis 17 Lent 2B Rev. Kristine Light Branaman
UniPlace Christian Church, Champaign IL March 4, 2012
UniPlace Christian Church, Champaign IL March 4, 2012
Treasure Eternal Promises
Treasure Eternal Promises. That has been the
theme of our devotions for this second week of Lent, a theme addressed in both
the Old Testament and New Testament scripture readings we’ve heard this
morning. Both Genesis and Romans refer
to father Abraham, revered in Christianity, Judaism and Islam as a model for
true faith. Abraham, says the Apostle
Paul, did not “waver concerning the promise
of God, but he grew strong in his faith as he gave glory to God, 21 being fully
convinced that God was able to do what he had promised.”
That is a mouthful. To be “unwavering concerning the promise of
God, growing strong in faith, giving glory to God, being fully convinced that
God is able to do what God has promised.” How many of us can make a claim like that?
We live in an age of change and uncertainty.
People ask questions: about life’s purpose and meaning, about religion and
values, about cultural diversity and preserving a sense of tradition. Soundbites
broadcast daily on radio, TV and internet remind us of conflicting lifestyles and
viewpoints, and inflammatory statements, like those of Limbaugh and Santorum
which filled the news this week, are too often hurtful, inappropriate and
intolerant. It can certainly leave our faith in humankind wavering, can’t
it?
Just after the First World War, when the
entire western world was reeling from tremendous loss of life and enduring
hardship, the English poet William Butler Yeats wrote a piece called “The
Second Coming”. Not to be confused with Tim LaHaye’s “Left Behind” saga, the poem
was a prophetic piece about approaching anarchy on the global stage.
In that poem Yeats uses the phrase; “things
fall apart, the centre cannot hold”. Yeats writes about how all around him,
certainties upon which people had built their lives were crumbling and falling
to bits. He senses that the culture is disintegrating beyond repair and that it
no longer has a stable center.
What he prophetically saw from within his own
time we see clearly on the other side of it … this climate of confusion, anger,
disappointment and grief allowed for the rise of the Third Reich. Hitler’s madness was perfectly suited to a
people desperate both for answers and somebody to blame after they had lost
faith in previously stable institutions. Latching on greedily to a leader who
would stoke the embers of fear and prejudice, a nation consented to unthinkable
atrocities which erupted very shortly after into the flames of World War II.
But – enough of European History – what about
this Abraham character, and why does a retired Pharisee like the Apostle Paul
bring him up to young Christians in the imperial city of Rome at the dawn of a
new era?
Not unlike the people of Yeats’ generation,
the Romans Paul addresses were living in one of those times where stability was
waning and seismic global shifts were detectable. Yes, the Roman Empire would
hang on to power for several more centuries, but it would be battling to do so
not only with swords and chariots, but also with the weapons of rhetoric,
suspicion, and scapegoating. People in these
young churches throughout the empire, including those right under the nose of
Ceasar in Rome, lived in fear of persecution, experienced prejudice and
shunning, and suffered economically from their low social position. Ostracized from previous systems like family
networks and professional guilds, whether Jew or Greek, they too lived in a
time where the center did not seem to be holding.
So how could they nurture faith?
The Apostle Paul offers up the example of
Abraham who centered
his life and his faith
on a covenant
God struck with him when he was 99 years old.
At a time in life when most of us assume our contributions to the world
are behind us, Abraham (or as he was called before this covenant, Abram)
believed he was chosen, uniquely called, to a purpose far greater than anything
he had accomplished in his youth.
Abram shared an intimacy with God, in fact on
multiple occasions he experienced visions or theophonies where he perceived God
right there with him, directing his life.
When we get to the story relayed in Genesis 17 where the elderly couple
are promised a child it isn’t a voice in Abram’s head telling him this, he
experiences God in a very real and present way, and so does Sarai. Abram knows that God isn’t calling them
because no one else could possibly do the job. They are chosen for this, in spite of their age and social
status, because God knows Abram is committed to this intimate
relationship.
Although they are old, although the promise
of descendants and land seems impossible, they set out together in pursuit of
the promise. It is this tenacity of faith in a climate of great risk that marks
their story. Instead of pursuing security, sameness, and conserving what they
have accumulated , they strike out in
pursuit of new promises from God.
What about us? In church circles, where we
should know better, we often mark our life together by an atmosphere of caution
rather than confidence, risk aversion rather than promise seeking. We look to
worldly standards of success to gauge how we are doing rather than looking for
that intimate presence of God to direct our path. We ask the same questions in church that we
ask at a business meeting at work: How big are our revenues? How many customers
are we engaging? Which of our programs are most attractive? How can we cut costs?
In a book called “The Cynical Society”,
Jeffrey Goldfarb comments that we believe “that if something is profitable it
is true, real and good; if it is not, then it is without true meaning”. The poet Wendell Berry in his poem Manifesto:
The Mad Farmer Liberation Front calls us to challenge that worldly thinking
saying:
So,
friends, every day do something
that won't compute. Love the Lord.
Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that you have and be poor.
that won't compute. Love the Lord.
Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that you have and be poor.
Further
on in the same poem is that great line which speaks of looking toward promises
that have nothing to do with benefits we reap for ourselves: Plant sequoias.
When Paul started new churches and then wrote
to them in the following years with advice and counsel, he was clearly more
concerned about their growth in righteousness through faith than their economic
or numerical growth as a congregation. What Paul would tell us today is that
even if we had the fanciest church in Champaign, the biggest membership, the
greatest choir, the fastest growth in our membership roll, we could still be the
least faithful church in Illinois. None
of those measures are sequoias. The measurements offered to us by the world to
judge our health as God’s people are inadequate
in reporting to us the state of our righteousness through faith. And that is the planting which demands our
attention.
It is significant that when Jesus set about
changing the world He did so by nurturing the lives of a small group. As that
small group nurtured other small groups, so the message spread. The crowds?
Well the crowds were fickle, sensation-seeking and shallow. Just remember how
often Jesus withdrew from them or sent them away in order to concentrate on
nurturing His disciples. And yet we are
obsessed in our churches with a desire to draw a good crowd.
The story of Abraham and Sarah challenges us
to consider how our faith community will nurture and promote the kind of
intimacy with God that made a holy covenant possible for that ancient pair.
A meaningful life of faith requires active
participation from each one of us. Real growth in our righteousness through
faith will not come through trends tracked, fads followed or by throwing around
the latest buzz words. Those strategies
do not hold up when the hard times come. If we build our lives on things that
fall apart -- that rust and moth consume and thieves break in and steal -- it
is impossible to maintain a consistent faith.
But if we can be more like Abraham and Sarah
…
If we seek intimacy with and respond
positively to the initiative of God.
If we believe that God still calls us for a
meaningful purpose, regardless of age.
If we concentrate on the journey before us
rather than the possessions of our past.
If we allow God to change us so much we even
need new names …
Then, yes, our active response to God’s intrusion
and disruption in our lives may ironically provide the stability to our faith
--
that gives us a center
that holds.
How Can I Keep from Singing?
Saturday's verses in the UniPlace devotional guide for Lent were not from scripture, but from a hymn found in our Chalice Hymnal. The video above is a version of the tune/text recorded by Enya.
Verse 1 of the hymn titled "My Life Flows On" in our hymnal is as follows:
My life flows on in endless songabove earth’s lamentation;
I hear the clear, though far off hymn
that hails a new creation.
No storm can shake
my inmost calm
while to that Rock I’m clinging,
Since love is Lord of heav’n and earth,
How can I keep from singing?
This Sunday morning we closed our 10:00 a.m. worship service with this hymn. I will be humming it all day. After a week of reflecting on keeping faith in God's promises, this hymn resonates in deep places within me. Resting in that inmost calm which no storm can shake ... happy Sunday everyone.
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Blog Love
It's Saturday afternoon and the crazy storms that ripped across the Midwest last night and this morning have kept me indoors rather than enjoying my new routine of a hiking/walking day each weekend. Instead, I've puttered around the blogosphere through the afternoon and enjoyed some of my favorites. I thought I'd share for any readers who are interested ...
in good resources for preachers: I really like Alyce McKenzie at Perkins School of Theology at SMU, Dallas, TX and David Lose from Luther Seminary in St Paul, MN
in beautiful photographs: I must put in a shameless plug for my stepdad, Ralph Johnson in Omaha, NE at Omaha Lens and Ralph recommends another Pacific Northwester (who isn't landlocked in Nebraska!) at a site called The View from Right Here and Fresh Eyes on London (for a bit of Brit each day).
in delicious and beautiful food: Those of us trying to consume less processed foods and more whole grain, locally grown goodness can celebrate at the delicious Sprouted Kitchen; in honor of my German heritage I enjoy The Wednesday Chef and like everyone else, a favorite for everything scrumptious is the Smitten Kitchen.
in dreaming about digging fingernails into the dirt soon: I am impressed with the byline at Cold Climate Gardening which is "hardy plants for hardy souls." We preachers are all about the souls. I liked the tip she gives for figuring out where to plant spring bulbs, especially if you are new to your home like I am. Other blogs with great names as well as fun posts are Garden Rant and Gardening While Intoxicated (I'll drink to that...)
So that's what I've been doing with my copious free time this Saturday. I see now the sky is not so menacing and I've decided to take a quick stroll around Clark Park after all. Whether you are strolling in the sharp, cold air outside or strolling through beautiful blogs from a comfy chair ... enjoy your day!
Signs of Faith
This Sunday's assigned scriptures come from Genesis 17 and Romans 4. Both passages refer to Abraham's great faith -- faith tied directly to an unwavering belief in the promises of God. Those promises, for the record, are pretty outlandish. As a nomad, he is promised a land which will be inherited by his descendants. As an aged, childless man married to an old sterile woman, he is promised countless descendants. What about any of that makes sense?
Many times it is that way for us, though. In the midst of darkness we are promised light will come; from the depths of despair we are promised something beautiful awaits us when we climb out of this pit; in our poverty we are promised riches; as we are insulted, grief-stricken, and broken we are named "blessed." It is too simplistic to read this as "pie-in-the-sky-after-you-die" faith. For both the Apostle Paul reflecting on the life of Abraham in Romans and for Abraham himself as we meet his character in the stories told of him .... the faith which grounds him is not just wishful thinking about his future. Abraham's faith is witnessed in his present. Something within him made it possible to live as a possessor of fulfilled promises, joy-filled, confident and yes, blessed, even as an old, wandering childless man.
What will it take for me to be "unwavering concerning the promises of God?"
Lord, increase my faith!
The video below is a beautiful
rendition of the anthem
our chancel choir will
sing Sunday morning.
Enjoy!
Friday, March 2, 2012
In the Arms of the Angels
Mark's account of Wilderness
Matthew's account of Wilderness
Luke's account of Wilderness
At my home church, First Christian Church of Omaha (where I was baptized and ordained) a Lenten event was held last week inviting various artists to create an original work interpreting the wilderness experience of Jesus. My mother, Nancy Light Johnson, painted the image above to reflect Mark's version -- where the angel "waited" on Jesus. That same night the poet Ian Barker read two poems he wrote in response to the passages. You will find them at the following link to OmahaPoet.com:
I appreciated Ian's conclusion to the first poem, as it seems apt counsel for all of us looking for the kind ministrations of angels who will take us in their arms:
...tough it out in the present desert,
leave the sand to dust your feet
and let the branches sing Spring
from solid trees which sprang from seeds
who rooted in deeper, slower ground
which has no need for angels to catch them,
to demonstrate their faith
that they will, undeserved,
be saved from dashing on the rocks.
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