An Easter Greeting

Dear Friends,

Many of you know that Thomas and I had the wonderful experience of spending some time in London during the week after Easter. And I am happy to report that we were personally greeted by Elizabeth! She could not have been more gracious.

She happened to be sitting in the pew behind us at church on Sunday. As you can probably guess, we were not at the royal chapel at Windsor or at Westminster Abbey. We were at a parish church.  And though her name is Elizabeth, the woman who greeted us  was not of royal descent.

Receiving communion at St. James's

Receiving communion at St. James’s

She was a member of the parish who, at the offering of the peace greeted us with Christ’s reconciling love. When the service was over, she introduced herself to us and welcomed us to St. James’s. In our conversation, we  learned much about her and the parish, which she had been a part of for over 30 years. Among other things, she told us that it was a parish that had struggled with declining membership and significant building problems, but which was growing in numbers and in faith.  Sound familiar?

After our conversation, she ensured that we made our way to the Coffee Hour. There, we were introduced to several other folks, greeted by the clergy present that day, and reminded in ways both subtle and significant that we were welcome as brothers in Christ amidst their gathering.

No, I did not have a chance to see or meet the Queen. But I was greeted by Elizabeth. What a gift that was.  I thanked God for her that day. And my prayer for us is that each of us will demonstrate that kind of hospitality whenever someone is sitting in front of us, behind us, or beside us. It is among the simplest and most significant things we can do.

Faithfully,

Tom

 

 

Tending to God’s Garden

 

IMG_0336The Wolcott Cutler Memorial Garden behind St. John’s Church is a jewel in the midst of the neighborhood, a welcoming space for meditation, prayer, and refreshment. It is also the location of our 8 o’clock serve in the summer.  We are getting ready! Branches and brush are being cleared, with helpers large and small. God’s garden will welcome all this spring and summer.

 

Beginnings and Endings

 

Crown of thornsDear Friends,

 “But he started it!” How often have you heard that phrase when you are trying to resolve a fight between two children? When I was an elementary school teacher, I spent a fair amount of time settling disputes between angry students in which each claimed to be innocent, fighting back only when the other had initiated the struggle.

I don’t need to tell you that we are hearing those kinds of comments in our current political discourse. Candidates promise that they will not resort to negative campaigning, and then the attack ads begin. Other candidates accuse one another of inciting anger, hatred, and even violence.  But who started it?

It’s not really the best question to ask. To the extent that any one of us has contributed to disrespecting those we disagree with, or cheering on someone who is appealing to our lesser angels, then we have contributed to the problem. A better question to ask might be, “Who is ending it?” Who is stopping the rancor, the accusations, and the implicit, if not explicit endorsement of violence?

Many of the world’s Christians are about to walk again with Jesus through the last week of his life, as the services of Holy Week and Easter begin. In the momentous events of that week, we see a person who, when confronted at every turn with evil, hatred, and persecution, chose to end the spiral of violence.

Jesus lived in a time when the Roman Empire exerted its force with brutal and capricious violence. Yet when Roman guards came to arrest Jesus, he told one of his disciples to put away his sword.  When brought before his accusers, he did not respond with taunts toward them. And when ultimately, he was led to his death as innocent victim, among the last words ascribed to him were these: “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.”

Caught in a downward spiral of violence, Jesus chose to respond with love – not a sweet and sentimental love that denied the reality of evil, but rather with a fierce, insistent love that has resonated through the centuries.  In his death on the cross, he was not looking out at the world and saying, “Who started it?” Instead, he was proclaiming, “This is the way to end it.” This is the way to end our rancor, our hatred, and our diminishment of one another.

The weeks and months ahead present a significant challenge for us as a nation. We can and will argue about “who started it.” More importantly, we can each make a commitment to speak, to listen, and ultimately to vote in such a way that we are ending, rather than beginning a debate that diminishes us all. May the Holy Week ahead remind us of our particular vocation as Christians to bear witness in the world to Jesus Christ, whose own witness and way overcame every evil, and even death.

Faithfully,

Tom

 

Losing an Hour, Finding the Time

 

images-1Dear Friends,

Yes, we lose an hour of sleep this Saturday night. It is the weekend when we advance the clocks by one hour and “spring ahead.” Like many, I am much more bothered by this change of time than when we “fall back” in the autumn.  It is more difficult for my body to adjust to that missing hour than it is to have an hour added. And, I usually grumble about “losing” that hour of precious time. It seems unfair – especially on a Saturday night.

But if I am honest with myself, I lose many hours. Those lost hours consist of a few minutes here, and a few more minutes there. Yes, I need a break from the routines of work. But especially with the onslaught of digital diversions, I can easily accumulate an hour or more of time each day that has not been particularly well spent or focused on what is truly important to me.

The writer Annie Dillard once wrote, “How we spend our days, is of course, how we spend our lives.” One could also say, “How we spend our minutes, is of course, how we spend our hours.” This Saturday night, I am going to try and avoid grumbling at the thought of one less our of sleep. Instead, I am going to find some time to consider how I have been spending each of my days; that is, each of my hours and minutes.  And I have a hunch I will discover that I indeed have more than enough time to sleep, to awaken, and to live the  life of love and gratitude to which I have been called.

So don’t forget to turn your clocks ahead. And even if you forget and are an hour late for church, I’ll still be glad to see you.

Faithfully,

Tom

 

Joy In the Midst – March 6, 2016


Notice: Trying to access array offset on value of type bool in /home3/ab79165/public_html/wp-content/plugins/seriously-simple-podcasting/php/classes/controllers/class-frontend-controller.php on line 565

Notice: Trying to access array offset on value of type bool in /home3/ab79165/public_html/wp-content/plugins/seriously-simple-podcasting/php/classes/controllers/class-frontend-controller.php on line 565

Joy In the Midst – March 6, 2016

 
 
00:00 /
 
1X