Friday, January 10, 2014

Devotional 1-10-14

Matthew 3:13-17

It was a day like any other day,
When John stood at the River Jordon,
Baptizing those who would come.
He felt the gift of baptism,
The urgency to reach each person,
The rush of the water
Making each one clean and whole.

Amid the crowds came a man from Galilee:
From out of the crowds walked Jesus,
Lord of Lords, Emmanuel.
“Baptize me.”

Every bone in John’s body rejected the idea.
How could he be asked to do this?
Thoughts ran through is mind:
 “I am not worthy,
I am not ready,
I am not the one to do this.”
And he fought to speak,
“I’m the one who needs to be baptized,
Not you.”

Jesus insisted.
Sometimes when Jesus insists,
All we can do is obey,
So John did what he was told to do.

He baptized the Son of God.

Water ran over Jesus’ head,
Soaking his face,
Dripping in tiny droplets from his eyelashes,
Mixing with his tears.

John, who had been sent to prepare the way,
Saw God coming from heaven like a dove.
John, who had spoken to so many people
Urging them to repentance,
Now heard the voice of God,
 “This is my son,
Marked by my love.
With whom I am well pleased.”

John knew God spoke of Jesus,
But in his heart a flame lept,
He prayed God could say the same about him,
Even just a whisper,
That what he was doing was pleasing to God
That what he had done was God’s will.

John and Jesus looked at each other
John with eyes of uncertainty,
Jesus with a responding smile.
And they both laughed
In the wonderful pleasure of their Father.

Kim Matthews

Saturday, January 4, 2014

Devotional 1-2-14

An Epiphany

Scripture Reading – Please read Matthew 2: 1-12.

12 And having been warned in a dream not to go back to Herod, they returned to their country by another route.

The Magi had had an epiphany.

In 1927, a year after converting to Anglicanism, T.S. Eliot also had an epiphany about the Epiphany. In “Journey of the Magi” Eliot tells the story from the perspective of one of the Magi. The Magus describes his trip while he showers us with allusions meant to test our biblical knowledge.  See how many you can find.

 'A cold coming we had of it,                                                                                
 Just the worst time of the year                                                              
 For a journey, and such a long journey:
 The ways deep and the weather sharp,
 The very dead of winter.'
 And the camels galled, sore-footed, refractory,                                            
     (galled – irritated    refractory - stubborn)
 Lying down in the melting snow.
 There were times we regretted
 The summer palaces on slopes, the terraces,                                  
 And the silken girls bringing sherbet.
 Then the camel men cursing and grumbling
 And running away, and wanting their liquor and women,          
 And the night-fires going out, and the lack of shelters,              
 And the cities hostile and the towns unfriendly                                            
 And the villages dirty and charging high prices:
 A hard time we had of it.
 At the end we preferred to travel all night,
 Sleeping in snatches,
 With the voices singing in our ears, saying
 That this was all folly.

Then at dawn we came down to a temperate valley,
 Wet, below the snow line, smelling of vegetation;
 With a running stream and a water-mill beating the darkness,
 And three trees on the low sky,
 And an old white horse galloped away in the meadow.
 Then we came to a tavern with vine-leaves over the lintel,
 Six hands at an open door dicing for pieces of silver,
 And feet kicking the empty wine-skins.
 But there was no information, and so we continued
 And arrived at evening, not a moment too soon
 Finding the place; it was (you may say) satisfactory.

 All this was a long time ago, I remember,
 And I would do it again, but set down
 This set down
 This: were we led all that way for
 Birth or Death? There was a Birth, certainly,
 We had evidence and no doubt. I had seen birth and death,
 But had thought they were different: this Birth was
 Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death.
 We returned to our places, these Kingdoms,
 But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation,                    
       (dispensation – system)
 With an alien people clutching their gods.
 I should be glad of another death.

What happened when the Magus went home? Was he able to recapture what he had felt when he was face to face with the Christ Child? Did he try to tell family members of his experience, only to be ridiculed for traveling so far to see a mere boy? Was he able to reconcile his belief in a poor Jewish boy with his feelings about the belief system that had thus far guided his life?  And in the last line, about whose death was he speaking? Zoroastrianism’s? His own? Jesus’? All of the above?

We have so many questions about the birth of Christ, the effect it had on the world, and what it means for our world in 2014. I hope and pray that Eliot’s description of this spiritual journey will enhance yours.

Prayer: Dear God, we have so many questions! As we start a new year, let us remember that the answer to all of them is You.  Amen

*For more information about this poem, see this website: http://www.shmoop.com/journey-of-the-magi/.

Becky Warren

Friday, November 22, 2013

Devotional 11-22-13

A question I heard this morning:  have you ever considered how difficult it would be to explain that Jesus is the Lamb of God to someone who is very familiar with a walrus, but has never seen a sheep?

There is a truth in the phrase "Jesus is the Lamb of God" that those who heard it understood -- because they could understand what the metaphor means.  They knew sheep.  They knew Jewish sacrifice.  They got it.

How does that metaphor play in a different world?

How do we understand the same metaphors that a person in 1st century Israel would?  Many people say they take the Bible as the literal truth of God, but it isn't written as literal truth.  Jesus is not literally a lamb.  The phrase is a metaphor that we seek to understand, even though we are living 2000 years later.

If I only know walruses (is that the plural of walrus?), then I might not understand everything about the lamb metaphor.

We need to be careful when we say that the way you or I interpret the Word of God is the one and only way to understand the truth of what is written. We are as distant from the original setting and hearers of the word as a Walrus caretaker is from shepherds.  That doesn't mean we can't understand the truth - it means we have to work harder, listen to each other, read more than just one verse, and listen to more than just one voice of interpretation.  We have to listen for God speaking.

And we have to admit that we only know the walrus.

Kim Matthews

Friday, November 15, 2013

Devotional 11-15-13

           A Conversation With A Fav’rite Psalm:
           The Twenty-seventh One, To Be Precise

My light and my salvation is the Lord.
With God beside me, there are none to fear.
I have no cause to shrink or be afraid
Because my stronghold guardian is the Lord.

          Is God’s protective care for me alone?
          Or does the Lord look after others, too?
          While others fear, is that for me to care?
          Is God’s protection from the likes of me?

Though hosts of armies camp against my wall,
I have no fear; my heart in safety rests.
When evil ones and adversaries rise,
They stumble, fall; and I am safe, secure.

          But what if I the adversary be?
          Against the Lord am I an enemy?
          Are they my words and deeds that proffer harm
          To God’s own people?  Is it I that sin?

I seek to live within the house of God
For all the days of my eternal life.
I dream the beauties of the Lord’s abode.
I long to learn within the courts of God.

          But wait!  I learn what God reveals to me:
          That those whom I distrust are also there
          Within the house I thought was saved for me
          Alone!  What dreadful comedy is this?

I feel the hand of God who raises me
Above my enemies who wish me harm.
I sing the song of triumph!  Hear me, Lord?
Be gracious unto me and answer me.

          But there, in other hands of God, I see
          The ones who cause me great distress and fear.
          Is this some kind of joke?  Malevolence?
          That others in the hands of God sing praise?

When I the sinner am, forgive me, Lord.
Allay my fear and use my strength to serve
You all my days while waiting patiently
To see the fullness of your love and grace.

Friday, November 8, 2013

Devotional 11-8-13

Then Eli answered, ‘Go in peace; the God of Israel grant the petition you have made to him.’ 1 Samuel 1:17

 The night was still thick and heavy
 across the land.
 The sun was only a hoped for light.
 Hannah couldn't sleep.
 She traveled with her husband.
 They were returning home.

 In the darkness, she touched flame
 to kindling,
 encouraging the fire to burn again
 in the dark.

 Her life had been hopeless, empty,
 but now, the spark of Eli's words
 burned small and tiny in her mind.
 "Go in peace,
 God will grant your petition."

 She blew gently on the flame
 to keep it alive,
 as she prayed for the hope within her
 to continue to burn.

 Was it better, to wait now in the midst of hope,
 fearful that the hope would die within her?
 Or was the security of hopelessness better,
 without the fear of loss?
 She blew the gentle breath of prayer on the flame within her.
 "Please, God..."

 To wait.  To hope. To fear.
 To fear even to believe.

Kim Matthews

Thursday, October 31, 2013

Devotional 11-1-13

St. Ambrose, archbishop of Milan, was one of the most influential church figures in the 4th century. He was a strong advocate of faithful church doctrine and worked hard to repel heresies that arose. His hymn which follows has been translated with several variations though it is a beautifully reflective poem that contemplates the presence of God in the arrival of the dawn. I've kept his hymn handy for morning prayer. I cobbled together some text from varying sources into a hymn which we will use to open our "All Saints Sunday" service of worship this week. May I offer the thought that you read this as a prayer. And come sing it with us on Sunday!

Dawn Sprinkles All the East with Light

Dawn sprinkles all the east with light
Day o’er the earth is gli-ding bright;
Morn’s shi-ning rays their course be-gin;
Fare-well to dark-ness and to sin.

May phan-toms of the night, we pray,
And trace of guilt be cleansed away.
What-e-ver weighs u-pon the heart
Let it with dark-ness now de-part.

Then, when that fi-nal morn ar-rives,
With hum-ble faith we hope our lives
May see, il-lu-mined by new sight,
What we now sing by ear-ly light:

Praise God from whom all bles-sings flow,
Praise God, all crea-tures here be-low.
Praise God a-bove ye heav’n-ly host.
Praise Fa-ther, Son, and Ho-ly Ghost.

“Aurora Jam Spargit Polum”
St. Ambrose, 4th c.
Text ed. jwl 2013
Tune:  Tallis’ Canon; Thomas Tallis 1505-1585
Rev. Jack Lipphardt

Friday, October 25, 2013

Devotional 10-25-13

"FEAR knocked at my door but when FAITH answered it there was nobody there."

A friend of mine who experienced a devastating tragedy in the loss of his wife and daughter in an automobile accident shared this with me a few weeks ago. It has helped me and I hope it will do the same for you.

Fear is a strong word that can cover anxiety, worry, panic, apprehension, agitation, disquiet, dread. I had no idea there were so many definitions of fear until I checked the dictionary. We have all experienced one or another type of fear some time in our lives. Maybe a big fear like a health issue or losing a job or perhaps a more every day event like having to step outside our comfort zone. However big or small we can always send FAITH to answer the door.

When FEAR coming knocking on your door, send FAITH to answer it.

2 Timothy 1:7   For God has not given us the spirit of fear but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.

What a wonderful promise!

Jean Dean