Walking By Faith

Our moderator, Gary Patterson, recently had the opportunity to meet with other church leaders in the Canadian Council of Churches. He discovered that other church leaders, from across the liberal/conservative spectrum were facing distrust of institutions, spiritual not religious people.  Apparently we're in the same boat.  Says Gary in his blog,

"Willard Metzger, head of the Mennonite Church of Canada, described his sense of what was happening by imagining the church leadership as being in a boat, trying to go forward but being surrounded by fog. You can’t see what the future church looks like or even where it’s going to be found. But you keep peering ahead, watching carefully, trying to read the currents, hoping you won’t hit the rocks. Always staring ahead, trying to discern what’s out there. Then the fog clears for a moment, and you catch a glimpse of the “new church”…but it isn’t anything like what you thought it would be. And then, just as you reset the tiller, the fog closes in again, and you’re forced to steer by faith once more.

There was talk about this being God’s work—that what is happening to the churches, to all of us, is the movement of the Spirit, similar in many ways to Jeremiah’s understanding of the exile of Israel into Babylon. We are not being called to “fix it” but to discover new ways of being, to discover where God is already doing a new thing and join in.

There's something in the New Testament about walking not by sight but by faith.

with thanks to Gary and to Christine who passed this on.

 

Peter

 

 

 

 

Camel-lot

The first thing we have to do

is to notice
that we’ve loaded down this camel with so much baggage
we’ll never get through the desert alive.
Something has to go

Then we begin to dump

the thousand things
we’ve brought along
until even the camel has to go
and we’re walking barefoot
on the desert sand.

There’s no telling what will happen then.

But I’ve heard that someone,
walking in this way,
has seen a burning bush.

That Francis Dorf poem is going to accompany me  through Advent.  I shared it at a recent Presbytery meeting and I intend to repeat to myself until I learn it by heart. 

That’s my Advent spiritual practice.

I like that idea that even the magi may have brought along too much stuff. If camels have their limits, I suppose we do too.

 

 

The Tragedy In Newtown, CT.

The whole world has been sharing in the sadness this week.  With our communication systems, we have been drawn into the grief of the community of Newtown, CT. 

 

We shared in a Sunday School pageant this morning.  As the children came up in costume, sheep, angels, shepherds, the shadow of that grief was present for me and I am sure for others. 

 

A colleague shared that Martin Crebbin and the Newtown Congregational Church have opened their doors and hearts to the broken-hearted around them.  Martin’s family is safe but he and his church are doing the job of Christian community, following in the steps of the Wounded Healer, being present and caring to the people around them. 

 

Those churches, like us, will continue to light Advent candles and trust in a light that no tears can erase and no darkness can put out.

 

Hands And Feet Of Jesus

The film, The Hobbit, makes its debut shortly.  What a wonderful story about dragons and elves, a guiding wizard named Gandalf, and a most unlikely hero, a little furry creature named Bilbo Baggins.  Bilbo is the one who goes in search of a great treasure guarded by a fire-breathing dragon.  (Spoiler alert!) After a long journey, many dangers, toils and snares, the dragon is defeated and peace returns to the land.

 In their song of celebration, the people sing of rivers running with gold, just as the old songs had prophesied.  Bilbo says to Gandalf,

 “Then the prophecy of the old songs have turned out to be true, after a fashion!” 

 “Of course!” said Gandalf.  “And why should not they prove true?  Surely you don’t disbelieve the prophecies, because you had a hand in bringing them about yourself?” 

 I know film studios release films at this time of year not because its Advent but because of potential profits.  If Tolkein  was still around, this dialogue between Baggins and Gandolf suggests his deeper thinking could be about potential prophets.

Like you and me.

 

 

 

Quiet In Advent?

It's only a few days until Advent and I am finding life is as hectic as ever. Is it that way for you?

As this season begins, I am paying attention to Kent Groff, who reminds his readers that silence is an important step in creativity. He cites Nobel Prize winner Werner Heisenberg known for his uncertainty Principle of quantum physics, Heisenberg tells his researchers in the midst of a perplexing problem. "Wait, I think we have touched something very important here. Let's not talk about it...Let's wait for two weeks, and let it solve itself."

Some of our greatest insights simmer or bake beneath the conscious mind. This is a reminder of out need to regularly sit quietly, maybe meditating in silence, or listening to some quiet music as I am doing right now, or walking in the snow. Find your way to lie fallow this Advent, even if it's just for a little while each day.


Peter

Faith Shared...Faith Enriched

I spoke to a young couple this morning after church about a baptism for their son. I told them how baptism happens in our congregation. They were quite accepting of our practice.

Then I asked if they had any thoughts or questions on the baptism. Yes, it turns out they had several.

They were not born in Canada and in their tradition there are a number of godparents. There will be seven godfathers and seven godmothers. Usually, he explained, there are many more. Maybe they don’t want to overwhelm us who have one or two or more often none.

They also would like to sing a blessing while we walk out into the congregation with their son. So the whole extended family, which is a choir, will come forward and sing their blessing.

We are so deeply blessed and enriched by the faith-filled, intercultural traditions that our ever-expanding community share with us.

Moment Of Awe

There are awesome moments that take place everyday. Sometimes I give them my full attention; other times I glance at them, smile and then forget. Yesterday I had one of those very special moments that I will put down in my journal.

It took place in a quiet family memorial service. A woman stood up in the little semi circle and began to read a poem. Already it was a transcendent moment as she was reading a poem that I dearly love, John Donne’s “Death, be not proud.” The poem and the circumstances caused the reader to tear up. Suddenly the four-year old granddaughter stepped forward.

She had already had an important part to play as she lit a candle for her great grand-father. She had slowly and carefully moved the stick match to the large candle and then so carefully blown it out. Her actions had the reverence of a Japanese tea ceremony.

This time she came forward, put her little arms around her grand-mother’s legs and hugged her. Then she took her elder’s free hand and kissed it gently.

Just one of the God-moments in that time together.