Bishop Tom's team raises $3,500 for cancer research at the Relay for Life

A team with people from all over the collaborative raised a bundle of money -- $3,500 or so -- for cancer research by participating in the Relay for Life in Amesbury

Here's some members of the team near the start of the event -- bright-eyed and ready to go.  They made this reporter promise not to publish pictures of them the next morning at the end of the event, though.

Bishop Tom Shaw was kind enough to stop by at the beginning of the event for the Survivor's Lap. He said he didn't have the right shoes on, but then he discovered that people aren't expected to run, only walk.

A good event for all!

Wednesdays during Lent -- meet at five churches

This year we'll repeat last year's very successful series of meetings at the parishes of our collaborative.


During the five Wednesdays of Lent, five Episcopal churches in the Merrimack Valley Deanery will each host an evening that will begin with a soup and bread supper followed by a Lenten themed program designed by the host parish. Each parish will offer a program which reflects the character and culture of their parish.


Children are welcome. Childcare will be available if needed. (Please call the church one week in
advance so they can have time to recruit childcare volunteers.)

February 20th, Trinity, 26 White Street, Haverhill, MA 01830    978 272 4244

February 27th, St. Paul's North Andover, 396 Main St, North Andover, MA  01845   978 683 0671

March 6, St. James Amesbury,  120 Main St, Amesbury MA 01913  978 388 0030

March 13 at St. James Groveland, 119 Washington St, Groveland, MA 01834  978 373 1270

March 20 at St. Paul's Newburyport, 166 High St, Newburyport MA 01950  978 465 5351

Click on each church name for information, and each church address for a map and directions.

The schedule for each evening's events:
" 6-6:35 — Supper, Clean up, and transition
" 6:35 - 7:30 — Lenten Themed Program & child care

Caring for Chronically Ill Loved Ones: seminar at Christ Church in Andover

Here's a notice from the Rev. Kit Lonergan about a free seminar series on Saturdays in February in Andover. If you're caring for somebody who has a chronic or life-threatening disease you may find this helpful and live-giving.

http://www.christchurchandover.org/article353810c6056376.htm

The Glowing Face of Mission by Suzanne DeWitt

This past weekend I attended a Diocesan Regional Learning Days workshop titled Mission Hubs: Transforming our Communities. The workshop opened with a discussion about the evolution of mission work. We’ve traditionally considered mission to be one directional, in other words “we” have something that “they” (whoever the “they” is) need, and we deliver it. In the new paradigm, mission is intended instead to be relational, involving bi-directional, mutual giving and receiving.

The presentation cast a new vision for mission, and gave me much to think about.

Two days later while preparing a meal for St. Paul’s Among Friends community meal program, I was granted a picture of what this new sort of partnering might be like. A recent trip to the Greater Boston Food Bank had resulted in an abundance of beets and parsnips, which aren’t exactly the most popular of vegetables. I tried to be creative about their preparation, and came up with what I thought was a brilliant idea: we would cube up the produce along with sweet potatoes, and roast them to develop their inherently sweet nuttiness. It would be a delicious side to the chicken dish I’d planned, and the colors would be gorgeous; purple and deep orange and white.

I applauded myself for my innovative thinking, and set about peeling. And peeling. And peeling. My partner Diane grabbed her own peeler and started to help. We peeled and chopped the vegetables into semi-uniform cubes while the clock ticked down toward the chiming of the dinner bell. Meanwhile, other tasks were not being attended to, and the vegetables really needed to get into the oven in order to be done in time.

My brilliant idea was in fact not so very bright.

It was then that the vision cast by the workshop presenters came to life.

One of the evening’s crew of volunteers was a large-eyed, solemn-faced young man; a High School junior who has worked with Among Friends on and off for a few years. I hadn’t worked with him before, but it quickly became clear that he was a diligent and uncomplaining laborer. He agreeably stepped in to finish chopping parsnips. They were the worst of the three vegetables to cube, being shaped like carrots, but denser. I watched him hacking away at one of the front counters, facing the fellowship hall where our guests gathered.

An Among Friends guest approached the counter, and stood observing the young man as he worked. He wore a dingy white cap and a faded plaid jacket. His face was lined and weathered, his eyes attentive to the boy’s knife work. After watching for 3 or 4 minutes, he said “If you hold the tip of the knife down on the board, it will go a lot easier.” The young man adjusted his technique, saw that it worked, and said “Thanks!” with a note of relief in his voice. The guest’s eyes crinkled as a smile lit up his face. He nodded in satisfaction, then turned away and sat down to wait in the warm hall for the meal to be served.

I’d witnessed a very simple but very profound thing: an interaction between two souls from different generations and different backgrounds. And it sure made me think.

I don’t pretend to know anything about the man. I was not able to get out to the dining room early enough to eat with him. He could be a wealthy retiree who wanted companionship while he dined. He could be a fisherman who struggles during the winter. He could be a homeless alcoholic. He could be an angel in disguise. But what I do know is that he took deep pleasure in passing on his knowledge. It felt good for him to be helpful.

And he was.

As I thought about this man and the other guests who attend Among Friends, I considered what a blessing it would be for more people to have that feeling. I imagined being physically handicapped as some of the guests are, or elderly and alone as are others. I imagined having lost a job which gave me a feeling of purpose, as have some of our guests. And I wondered how often they feel as if they are useful.

I’ll bet that for some, it is not often enough.

I’m not sure what God has in mind for showing me this small vision of the bi-directional nature of real mission. I don’t know how he wants it to be applied to the Among Friends program in the future, if at all. But I’m grateful for the insight into what true mission can mean, sent in the form of a glowing face beneath the frayed rim of a dingy cap.

Suzanne DeWitt, St. Paul’s Newburyport

Holy Innocents

"A voice was heard in Ramah,

wailing and loud lamentation,

Rachel weeping for her children;

she refused to be consoled, because they are no more."

 

It has been a trying month.  Our Christmas preparations were shattered by the realization that peace on earth is not a reality – not yet.  This gospel lesson that we heard today, the gospel lesson for Holy Innocents is more that the fulfillment of prophecy.  It is a statement of the depravity to which the lust for power and wealth can drive human beings and the reality that our world is far from the Dream of God and of the pain and suffering that depravity causes.

From Colunbine to Sandy Hook we have come face to face with the loss of innocence.  A USA TODAY examination found mass killings, shootings of 4 or more people, target Americans once every two weeks on average, in attacks that range from robberies to horrific public shooting sprees like the massacre in Newtown, Conn.,

One Saturday afternoon in 1979 I was working at St Dominic’s hospital in Jackson MS.  My code beeper went off and I headed to the ER.  There I saw a 5 year old little boy named Peter, paralyzed from a bullet that had severed his spinal cord at C3.  His 8 year old brother had reached under the seat of the car and found a handgun owned by the husband of their nanny.  In one horrific moment the brother swung around, inches from Peter’s neck and say “bam” as he pulled the trigger.  I have often watched as folks have died, and there is always a sadness about it, but there is nothing more heart-wrenching than when tragedy strikes a child. 

That we have a huge problem in America is pretty obvious.  In December here in our small part of the world it has been devastating.  I mean this part of the country has the most restrictive gun laws in America with the possible exception of California.  We have the best educated populace in America.  We have the most expansive system of healthcare, hospice care, mental health care for those who can pay and for those who cannot pay.  By most accounts we should be living in the safest place in America.  And yet Haverhill made the headlines as the town where the week after the horror of Sandy Hook, someone chose to fire a BB gun into a schoolbus.  What on earth were they thinking?  Well they were not thinking at all!  I mean how ignorant can you get?   

And there are other forms of violence against innocents…  According to UNICEF, 22,000 children die each day due to poverty. And they “die quietly in some of the poorest villages on earth, far removed from the scrutiny and the conscience of the world. Being meek and weak in life makes these dying multitudes even more invisible in death.  Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy, Lord have mercy.

It is enough to cripple even the most optimistic person….  But here we are in the midst of the Christmas season, longing for Peace on Earth, Goodwill to All.  I am in awe of the teachers in Sandy Hook whose preparation for emergency had taught them to lock the doors from the inside and hide the children and I am humbled by the sacrifice of the women who lost their lives trying to stop the violence.

At Christmas we always get that soaring reading from the first chapter of the Gospel of John – “In the beginning was the Word”.  The lectionary moves us out of the stable to consider the Christmas miracle of God with us on a much more expansive scale.  God separated the sky from the earth and the land from the seas - and before it all was the Word.  The Word that would become flesh and dwell among us.  Kind of knocks your socks off when you think about it.  I am in awe of the Creator incarnated, the infinite confined in human form just as I am, the invincible made vulnerable in order to live the hurts, to share the pains. Madeline L’Engle writes:

The Creator demonstrated that behind the majesty, there’s the power of love, that driving force behind the willingness to stoop, to be made vulnerable, to be stripped naked, be born a babe.  Utterly unfathomable.  At one point in human history,   God entered and lived among all of this horror – miracle enough!!   But that is not the end of the miracle of Christmas, because God dwells in us too.  In each one of us is the kernel of goodness of our Creator waiting for us to open our hearts to be the bearers of God’s truth in the world.  That is perhaps the most profound miracle of Christmas – that God dwells in each one of us with the potential to be agents of the Dream of God….   We are both the vessels and the beacons of God’s love in this world.

More than anything else this Christmas I have felt a call to listen God’s word as a clarion call to do something about the violence that seems so pervasive in our society and so today I want to begin a conversation that I hope will ground every single meeting and gathering we have here at Trinity in the coming year.  We have an opportunity to think about and to prepare for the ways we can become more resilient ourselves and better able to help others confront violence.  

Each Sunday we welcome our children with the words Shalom my friends, Shalom.  God’s Shalom implies liberation, salvation and the ability to thrive in life.  It is the consequence of justice and righteousness, not of violence and bloodshed. It is the end of coercion and fragmentation. Whereas violence begets more violence, Shalom is a time 'when all God's creation eases up on hostility and destruction and finds another way of relating.' (paraphrased from Walter Brueggemann)

A new way of relating might include the words we use in worship, the shape of our prayer, the decisions we make about what programming we have, what community celebrations we observe and how, the hospitality and commitment we show to community groups working on violence related issues.  Individually it might mean choosing to read a book or article that educates on the political issues around violence.  We may not all reach the same conclusions but we can all be a better informed electorate.  What this is really about is turning away from indifference and turning instead to compassion and love.

So I want to invite you to consider a couple of things. 

First consider signing a pledge at Annual meeting. 

As an Episcopalian committed in baptism to seeking justice and peace and promoting the dignity of every human being, I commit to being part of the solution to the violence in our culture that claimed the lives of 26 people at Sandy Hook Elementary School and that claims the lives of 2000 innocent children through gun crimes each year. I commit to the pursuit of laws that keep guns out of the hands of criminals, prioritize the needs of at-risk children, provide care for mental illness, and address the many ways in which our culture both celebrates and trivializes violence. I commit to holding my lawmakers, my community, and my own household accountable. I commit to accomplishing these things in 2013. I commit to being the change we need

Secondly, take the time to learn about the issues being considered by lawmakers.  Changing the cycle of violence will involve substantial creativity and commitment in our communities, the commitment of our congregation to stay the course, and a commitment to examining our own behaviors. How about signing up to attend Team Haverhill’s Possible Dreams meeting on January 27.  It will take three hours of your time, but will provide an opportunity for you to talk with others about your hopes and dreams for our city – perhaps even God’s hopes and dreams for us.

Lastly, I ask that you not let despair or anger poison your hope for you and for your children.  Christ’s Peace that we offer each time we share the Eucharist is about freedom from the fear, hatred, and oppression that limits our love and our life.  God’s shalom is bigger than that.  God’s Shalom opens the way for all to be free to love and to live.  It opens the way for Peace on Earth and goodwill for all.  Include in your prayer each and every day a petition that God will give you the strength and courage to persist.

Our Presiding Bishop closed her Christmas message with this:

“Alleluia alleluia let us Go and look – and discover the love of God poured into our world in human form. Hope reigns abroad, in the cosmos and in human hearts. And rejoice, for a child of the light is born in our midst!”
                           Let the church say……  Amen

Relief for New Jersey: Shoes Needed

Alert to the Merrimack Valley Deanery and to other interested persons……  If you know someone who might help please forward….

During my time on the Gulf Coast I worked with many churches who sent teams of people to help rebuild homes and lives after Katrina.  One of those churches was a small parish in South River, New Jersey.  South River was hit hard by Sandy, but Holy Trinity was not damaged.  The parish has opened its doors to be a distribution center for clothing, food, and water for those who have no place to go.  I was not surprised.  I spoke with Mother Joanna Graham, the interim there,  who said that just yesterday a woman walked into the church with a child looking for shoes.  The child was wearing plastic bags on her feet.  I promised Mother Joanna that I would do everything I could to see that she has plenty of shoes to hand out. 

So now I am turning to you.  Trinity is willing to be the collection site for children’s shoes, coats, and warm clothing.  VERY gently used or new please!!!!  Mother Joanna said that she would be grateful to anything, but let’s not short-change our brothers and sisters by offering our discards.  I will provide the truck to carry the goods to New Jersey.  I will need a driver and helpers to go with me to load and unload.  Trinity parishioners will come pick up your donations if you need that service. 

There is more information coming from Michael Hamilton soon, but this is a opportunity to help now. I do not know about NY but NJ lost several churches and rectories.  Pray for our clergy colleagues as they deal with not only the losses of their parishioners, but also their own losses.  I know from working with the clergy in MS that knowing that others cared was sometimes the difference between despair and hope.  Let’s be thinking about how we might provide a respite for their renewal as this tragedy drags on in the weeks and months and years to come. 

God bless, 

Jane Bearden+

Collaboration ministry in the old tobacco country of Maryland

Here's an essay by Greg Syler on the collaborative work they're doing in several parishes in Prince George's County Maryland.  There's a lot of excellent wordly wisdom in it.  But this one piece of anti-worldly-wisdom stands out for me. He wrote:

Stop buying books and looking for the next great consultant, bishop, rector, or senior warden. Listen to what God is calling you into, and what God is saying to your gathering. People are ready to do creative ministry, together.

Paul of Tarsus put this in other words (1 Co 1:22-25)

 "Jews demand signs and Greeks desire wisdom, but we proclaim Christ crucified, a stumbling block to Jews and foolishness to Gentiles, but to those who are the called, both Jews and Greeks, Christ the power of God and the wisdom of God. For God’s foolishness is wiser than human wisdom, and God’s weakness is stronger than human strength."

Good stuff, Greg, thank you.

http://www.ecfvp.org/vestrypapers/death-and-resurrection/real-collaboration/

In Search of the Spirit

As Christians we sometimes find ourselves in search mode. Searching for the right church, the right priest, the right job, the right home. We wake up fresh with purpose and direction and spend our days working tirelessly to find or attain what we think is missing in our lives. We hold meetings, talk among friends, family and co-workers about how to make more money, improve our relationships, creating processes to most efficiently get all we need to get done. So much of our time is spent searching we don't realize we already have everything we need to live our life as God intended.  That is until we think we've lost it.

Here we are at All Saints' Episcopal Church again in search of a Priest in Charge. Our leadership has been at work holding meetings to discern what is our mission in the community; searching for our purpose. They spend much of their time planning and executing events to bring in money and people to help us grow. Our parishioners work hard doing many of the day to day operations of the church:  polishing the pews, counting the collection, planting the flowers,  singing in the choir. And yet we still feel like we're missing something.  We feel that if we just had the right priest all our problems would be solved.

All these efforts are certainly noble and worthwhile and necessary. The right Priest in Charge will definitely be a welcome addition to our church family and improve upon what we have created here at All Saints. But the Spirit of who we are as individuals and as a community of Christians committed to serving each other has always been with us and will continue to be, no matter who is in charge. To realize this all you have to know is how it feels when someone isn't in church on a Sunday. It's then that you can feel their Spirit. It's felt in your missing them.  It's felt in your memory of what they may have done for you or said to you that made you feel so good.

So in our search for a Priest in Charge or whatever we may personally be searching for, let us remember we already have what we need in ourselves and in each other. As Christians we are blessed by knowing that the Holy Spirit is already alive in us; flowing through us and into everyone we meet.  We are never alone, never without, never at a loss. We already have it All.

A Psalm of David: Psalm 23:1-4
"The Lord is my Shepherd; I have everything I need.  
He lets me rest in fields of green grass and leads me to quiet pools of calm water. 
He gives me new strength. He guides me in the right paths, as he has promised. 
Even if I go through the deepest darkness, I will not be afraid, 
Lord, for you are with me. Your shepherd's rod and staff protect me."

May God Bless Every One of You and All of You!

Niki Sarkis, Junior Warden, All Saints Church, West Newbury, MA

New England Lutherans have a new bishop.

A news item ... in fact, a Good News item!

Bishop Margaret Payne of the New England Synod of the ELCA is retiring after twelve years, so last Friday and Saturday the Synod Assembly elected her successor. I had the privilege of being one of the 550 or so electors in that Assembly.

He is the Rev. James Eric Hazelwood, and presently serves as the pastor of St. Andrew Lutheran Church in Charlestown, RI.

In his statement to the assembly before the third ballot (of five) Pastor Jim explained that he grew up in a household that didn't participate in any church, so he knows how to communicate with folks in that situation.

I think we'll learn a lot from his approach to ministry in the 21st century.

Ollie Jones+

Come On. Be Tacky!

By Suzanne DeWitt, St. Paul's, Newburyport
Don’t you love it when God lines things up to create seemingly random coincidences?

Since January I’ve been attending a study of Jesus’ healing ministry at St. Paul’s Church in Newburyport. The twice monthly study is led by pain relief specialist Bob Keller. It centers on Biblical accounts of Jesus’ healing power, and provides an opportunity to explore and practice healing prayer techniques.

On Thursday May 17 a Christian Science healing workshop was held at the Newburyport public library. I’ve studied Christian healing for about 10 years and thought it might be interesting to see how Christian Scientists’ approach it. The place was packed. People of all ages were represented, and there were several wheel chairs and at least one oxygen tank present.

People are hungry for healing. They want to believe it. They want to search it out.
On May 18 and 19 a healing conference was held at Christ Church in Exeter NH, and run by The Rev. Dr. Jack Sheffield from Christ Healing Center in San Antonio. Attendees came from Episcopal churches around the region. Like the study at St. Paul’s it was a wonderful time of teaching, encouragement, and hands-on prayer.

On May 20 I participated for the first time on St. Paul’s Sunday morning healing prayer. Our God of transcendence and immanence lined up a 4 day immersion project for me, coincidentally timing the three events to occur sequentially in one long weekend.

Fr. Sheffield is an entertaining and informative presenter. His eyes sparkled when he said things like “I just LOVE this Jesus!” after describing a miraculous healing. He knew his audience however, and passed along a quip that resonated. He said that as Episcopalians we can do anything as long as it isn’t tacky. The crowd laughed, knowing it to be true. We Episcopalians are a tasteful bunch. But what do the scriptures tell us? Do they teach us to avoid doing the embarrassing?

Imagine the babble at Pentecost, with its accusations of drunkenness. Or consider how tacky it must have been to touch the skin of a leper. How déclassé to wash anyone’s feet, let alone those of subordinates. How appalling to eat with sinners and harlots, to lodge in the unclean stench of a tannery, or to be touched by a woman who has hemorrhaged for 12 years. Not to mention the tackiest Biblical account of all; the crucifixion of Jesus Christ.

Christianity is certainly tacky in this sense. It is potentially embarrassing. Societally offensive. It draws attention in uncomfortable ways. But Christianity should also be tacky in the alternative sense of the word. The World Dictionary defines tacky as "slightly sticky or adhesive". The nascent church was definitely adhesive, when Pentecost’s babble brought thousands to follow The Way. When healings and resurrections drew throngs of people to follow Christ. It was sticky indeed. And it still should be.

People are hungry for healing of all kinds. Jesus gave his healing power to his church. He left it with and in us. He wants us to be His hands and feet and heart, offering healing to a hurting world.

You and I can be part of that. Consider coming to St. Paul Newburyport’s study of Jesus’ Healing Ministry. It is held at 7:00PM on the 2^nd and 4^th Tuesdays of each month. Click here for more information.

Come on! Be tacky!

It has been a busy week....

I have two things on my mind…..

First - On Pentecost in the Epistle to the Romans there is that line about “who hopes for what is seen?”  If I know what the gift I am about to receive is – then I don’t need to hope for it at all.  It is either what I want and need or it is not.  There is no mystery in that at all.  “If we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience.”  

Now I will readily admit that patience is not one of my strong points.  I am a do it now – get it done sort of gal.  My idea of waiting patiently for something to happen is to play with my smart phone while I pat my foot and become increasingly anxious over the outcome of my plans.  But I think there is a subtle difference here.  I think what Paul is trying to say is that this thing that is not seen is so beyond our wildest imagination – that we don’t even know it is coming.  What God has in mind is not even on my radar screen.  So of course we wait with patience – we do not know it is coming.  And yet in some mysterious way we do.  And that is what the hope is really about – this hope for what is not seen is faith.  And in the end when we have no words to even approach the mystery we do not see, it is God who gives us the gift of the Holy Spirit and it is the Holy Spirit who speaks for us – and you got to love this line.   “With sighs too deep for words”

Second - On Pentecost we hear in this wonderful story of the early church how the Holy Spirit came and lit up the followers of Jesus literally and figuratively.  They went into the streets telling Jesus’ story to anyone who would listen and they were understood in unexpected and miraculous ways.  And so I wonder, when are our voices unintelligible?  What is it that touches our tongues so that others might hear and understand?  What is it that takes the words we speak and transforms them for the hearers into God’s message?  The author of Acts tells us that it is the very Spirit of God that fills us with love, compassion, and a willingness to reach out to our brothers and sisters, to listen intently to the stories of struggle, to speak truthfully and openly in telling our own stories.  When we open our hearts up to God and allow the Spirit to work in and through us then we are speaking the universal language of Love and we are able to be understood and to understand.

God’s Love, God’s Light, God’s Spirit comes to us as a free gift.  It is given to all – each in her own language – so that all might share in the grace of it.  It sets us on fire with energy and excitement.  It burns like a hot coal in our bellies giving us the passion and desire, and energy to climb to the top of the mountain.  It is all we need for the journey.  God’s spirit fills every void and stretches as far as the imagination can carry us.

11^th Century rabbi named Meir ben Issac wrote a poem for that speaks of God’s Love:

"Could we with ink the ocean fill, Were every blade of grass a quill, Were the whole world of parchment made, And every man a scribe by trade, To write the love of God above would drain the ocean dry; Nor could the scroll contain the whole, Though stretched from sky to sky."

After Easter...

We have covered a lot of territory over the last few weeks.    Lent and the roller coaster ride of Holy Week where we enter Jerusalem full of hope and aspiration, only to witness death on the Cross.  Then came the big bang:  Easter and the Resurrection.

Over this time span, Christ has walked on the earth with us, breathed the air we breathe, shared our joys and suffering.  Up to Good Friday, we lived with Christ and watched him die on that day once and for all; facts on the ground attested-to through the Scripture, and very real and verifiable places that exist to this day.

It is Eastertide.  Since the Resurrection,  Christ remains with us, but his presence becomes more shadowy.  We “know” that Christ is resurrected.  But, he is not  yet departed from Earth.  He appears and disappears.  He walks through walls and has encounters.  Doubting Tom has been reassured. 

We are decidedly transitioning more and more into the realm of faith, now.   Christ’s worldly, fleshly existence on this earth is morphing from a direct experience of him as one of us; to a more esoteric, other worldly and entirely faith-based realm of existence.   One foot in the door and the other in the afterlife that awaits us.

After the upcoming Ascension, Christ will return to his eternal home.  We will be left with  memories of the experience of Christ in our living midst; the shock of his Resurrection; and  the final farewells and transition to his seat at the right hand of God, culminating in Pentecost.

While Christ will no longer be of this world;  he has left us the tool chest from which the Christian faith and Trinitarian theology could be formulated, codified and carried forward.  In the early years of the church, a creed developed, as well as liturgy and patterns of worship.  And of course of seasonal cycles and holy days to commemorate important messaging was packaged and transmitted forward to us.

We are on our own, now.   But well-equipped.  We can keep our own balance now as we spiritually journey onwards, following the footsteps of Christ both in this world and the next.  To be re-lived by each generation of believers.

In John, we hear a passage that encapsulates this concept, “And now I no longer in the world, but they [those to whom you gave me] are in the world, and I am coming to you.”   That’s us!

Look at the flowers, trees, plants and creatures that come alive, as if mirroring this amazing realization that was conferred upon us via our Jewish ancestors two millennium ago.

- James Harrison, St James Groveland

The Postlude

A message from the blog host:   Rev'd Susan is not available this week, you are in for a treat!  Ms. Sarah Brink, Director of Music found this blog by Pam Robinson (I have no idea who she is other than a musician and a pretty eloquent one) on how we perform and listen to music in church.  I hope you enjoy it.

What Is a Postlude?
  Does Anyone Listen?   Does Anyone Care
Unless an organist/pianist has the opportunity to attend and play at a congregation that stresses silence when exiting the sanctuary, they may unfortunately often experience loud talking, chatter, hustle and bustle of the congregation as people make a mad dash out the door after the closing "Amen." The postlude may become more like background music and as church musicians we may think or ask, “Is anyone listening?” This can be frustrating, but just because everyone is leaving doesn’t mean no one is listening. So how can we approach this particular situation?

•  Most importantly, we need to remember we are playing for God and the edification of his people. If the congregation leaves or stays in the sanctuary talking and socializing, the message that we convey is that we are still offering our best music to God. 


•  Postlude music should reflect the spirit of the meeting and should never be approached as an afterthought. If the meeting was quiet and reverent, the postlude music should also be quiet and reverent. If the meeting was jubilant and full of praise, the postlude music should also reflect jubilation and praise. I have found that when the postlude is chosen for its relationship to the theme or sermon of the day, there will always be a few people who will have their spirits uplifted and touched. Some may decide to stay and reflect on what has transpired or even come to the piano or organ console and share their appreciation verbally. 


•  If chattering becomes a huge problem, consider playing a more meditative, quiet postlude, it’s a great way to keep people praying and reflecting on what has just transpired. The postlude should function as the last musical commentary on the entire service. I’ve had many experiences where people have come to me said, “Wow…what a wonderful way to end the service” and then I hear them singing or humming the tune that was played.


•  Finally there is the personal part. It’s enjoyable to play pieces of music; it helps one stay in practice. It helps the musician develop more skill, whether it’s sight-reading, registration, improvisation, or some other skill. A postlude doesn’t have to be a mammoth 5-minute work by a major composer; sometimes only 1 or 2 minutes of music is needed. Believing in the words of the song you’re playing, and allowing God's spirit to work with you, causes you to play so that the people listening feel what you’re feeling. You can actually express your emotions through the way you play the song.

Remember, the postlude can be just as important as the prelude in providing ministry and in the sending forth of the people.

an article from Pam Robisonon - 

posted bySarah Brink, Director of Music, Trinity Haverhill

"Putting on" the breastplate of faith and love, or learning the rules?

A group of us from St. Paul's in Newburyport are traveling to El Salvador in July under the auspices of Fundacíon Cristosal to continue some mission work we began a year and a half ago. I'm privileged to be able to go along with our group. But, I never learned to speak Spanish: I grew up in the era when most public schools taught French instead.

So, lately I have been cramming to learn this new language. I'm using one of those total-immersion tutorial computer programs, and it's a really transformative experience. The last language I learned was the Koiné (Biblical) Greek I studied in seminary.  In that class we used a little black textbook full of grammatical jargon and lists of vocabulary words.

Fun grammatical fact to know and tell:  When Jesus said (Mark 1:15) "The time is fulfilled, and the kingdom of God has come near; repent, and believe in the good news." the verb fulfilled is the written in in the perfect passive indicative tense.  Wow! How about that?

I can hear you muttering "Whoop de doo. Who cares?"  Who cares, indeed?  Maybe some Bible geeks care (I admit that I am a Bible geek), but these factoids of grammar don't have much to do with the life of the world, do they?

But this full-immersion Spanish curriculum I'm studying doesn't work like that. I'm a month into it, and I haven't yet heard one word of grammatical jargon.  Instead, I hear sentences and see pictures, and the program asks me to speak and write what I see and hear.  Amazingly enough, it's working: I'm starting to "put on" this new language. I'm starting to learn it without knowing anything about it. When I tune in Spanish-language TV I'm starting to be able to follow what people say.

Is there a lesson here for our journeys of faith?  Most Sundays we repeat the Nicene Creed in worship. Certainly, if we spend a lot of time unpacking those words we can learn plenty about our faith. If we're trying to figure out who Christ Jesus is, there's a lot to be gained from pondering over "God from God, Light from Light, true God from true God, begotten not made."

But, learning about Christ Jesus is not the same thing as experiencing his presence. Paul didn't write a letter to his congregation in Thessalonika saying "this is faith, and that is love." Instead he urged them to put on, and to wear, that faith and love.

That's what the Way of Christ Jesus is all about: putting on faith and love. When we do that, it's like learning the language from the inside out. It's about recognizing Christ in the people around us, and about growing into his full stature. Learning about our faith journeys is good, just as learning about a language is good. But living our faith journey together is VERY good.

May the peace of Christ that transcends all understanding guard your hearts and minds.

Ollie Jones+

100 Years

By The Rev. Susan Russell, All Saints, West Newbury.

Did you catch the celebration on Friday, April 20, of the 100^th anniversary of Fenway Park?  It was quite an event.  To begin, a door opened in the Green Monster and onto the field came former Red Sox players from about 80 of those 100 years.  They just kept coming, a great wave of outfielders and pitchers and 2^nd basemen, all wearing their own numbers on their jerseys, and moving to the part of the field where they had once played game after game in that uniform, standing there with their comrades.  Bobby Doerr and Johnny Pesky, now both in their 90s, were escorted onto the field, and Johnny, a native of Salem, wiped his eyes with his handkerchief for the entire presentation.  The crowd cheered a lot of them, the ones they recognized, and the only other sound as they came and kept on coming, was the music of the sound track of Field of Dreams.  “If you build it they will come.”  Yes, indeed.

I was reminded of what happened after the Sox won the World Series in 2004, that when they were interviewed in the locker room, after the champagne showers and all the revelry, every one of them mentioned the guys who had come before, who never got to see that day when the curse was finally broken and Boston was victorious.  Every one of those current players paid respects to the ones who worked so hard for it but never saw the day.  And that week a lot of fans bought those championship pennants and took them out and planted them on the graves of parents and grandparents who loyally followed the team and taught their kids to love the game, but never got to see the win.  My brother was among them.

It is such a good thing to remember those who came before us, to be mindful of what so many contributed to make the present day what it is for us.  We are not self-made, much as we might like to think so.  We build on top of the work of others.  Without their ideas and their development of them, without their foresight and careful planning, without the work of their hands, we would always be starting over again at the beginning.

It felt great to celebrate the players of 100 (well, 80) years of Bosox baseball.  We should think about those who have come before us in this life in all kinds of ways, and celebrate with gratitude the many ways they have enriched our lives and made them more enjoyable. 

In this way we celebrate the Communion of Saints.

Alleluia, Christ is risen!

Susan+

A Titanic New Life

 A number of years ago I picked up a bright hand-painted crucifix from Central America with a colorful Jesus painted on it, hands upraised. As I was packing up some Christmas gifts to send to my non-believing brother that year, on a whim, I tossed the cross into the box. A few weeks later my brother called to thank me for the gifts. He also noted, “Thanks for the picture of the dead guy.” The crucifix was foolishness to him so he was yanking my chain.

How many people look to the crucifixion and wonder what on earth Christians think they are doing to worship a “dead guy?” Because, of course, the story of Easter is that Jesus has risen from the dead. The story doesn’t end at the cross. The resurrection tells us we worship a living God, and not just any living God, but one that is stronger than death. A God who invites us to join into this resurrection life.

“For the message about the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God.” [1 Cor 18]

The piece we often miss, however, is that we have to go through the cross to get to resurrection. We need to die in order to live. We have to be willing to let go of safety and “that’s the way it’s always been” and boundaries that hold us back. We have to die to our old selves, our old life, in order to live in new ways.

On this 100^th Anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic (April 15, 1912), my husband and I took my 14 year old to see the newly released 3D version of the movie. There is a lot one can say about this powerful film, but I want to focus on the choices made by one of the main characters, Rose. The voyage was a transformative experience for her in some profound ways, to the point that at the end of the movie she chooses to leave the promise of wealth, prestige, a husband, and more. She lets all that die, in order to embrace the life that she was created to live. In fact, the only way she can really live, and not suffocate under the expectations of someone of her gender and class, is to let her safety nets go. Her relationship with Jack and then the sinking of the Titanic gives her both the strength and the opportunity to do this. She is resurrected into a new life.

Choosing death can seem a foolish thing, but not if that is the only way for transformation to happen. Jesus knew this, so chose the path of non-violence and death in the face of violence and empire. He would not collude with evil. Then with his resurrection on Easter morning Jesus transformed both himself and all creation. If he, a mortal, could overcome death, so too now can we all. And this new life doesn’t have to wait until our physical death, our new life begins when we choose to follow Jesus and live life as he modeled for us, and when we accept that we are loved unconditionally by a glorious God.

Stephanie+

Alleluia!!

     A clergy magazine once published a cartoon of a minister greeting people after a worship service. The sign in front of the church said, "Easter Sunday Service." While shaking hands with the pastor, a man said, "Preacher, you're in a rut. Every time I come to this church, you preach on the same subject."    Now that is not necessarily a bad thing.  Because it is on the resurrection story that the good news is built.  It is the foundation of our hope. 

       In the Gospel of Mark -  as it is believed to have originally been written - there is no gardener, no traveler joining two of Jesus’ followers on the road to Emmaus, no foot race to the empty tomb or encounters with Jesus in a locked room.  There is just this:  “He is no longer here.  Go and tell his disciples that Jesus will meet them in Galilee” and then the three women go running from the tomb in terror and amazement. 
      That young man in the white robe had a message for those who come to the empty tomb – a message for us here this Easter as we listen for the news of the resurrection… “Go to Galilee,” he says – there you will meet Jesus.   
      You who are called to follow Jesus’ Way – you go back home.  Go to the place where life is lived simply and fully.  Go to your work of carpentry, fishing and farming.  Get out of that idea that God has any interest grand cathedrals or church hierarchy and into the idea that nothing – no principality, no rule, no adversity can separate us from God’s love as it has been revealed to us in the birth, life, death, and resurrection of Jesus. Go to Galilee to meet the Risen Jesus.   It is in the midst of our very ordinary and common lives that the Mystery of God’s unchangeable love is revealed.   If you’re looking for Easter – if you are looking for resurrection, start where you are, in your common, day-to-day life. Start by noticing the faces of folks who mean the most to you. Start by looking and really seeing what you look at every day but don’t really see.   
      When I was little I lived in a small village in northeast Louisiana.  My mother kept 5 acres of flowers.  There was something blooming every day of the year.  But here is the thing.  It was not the flowering crab or the bearded iris that made the place beautiful – it was the masses of flowers and trees and bushes in all of the shapes and colors and sizes you can imagine.  God’s Kingdom is like that it is in the myriad of life’s gifts that God can be found. 
      But, we do not go to Galilee just to receive.  We go to Galilee to give also.  We go to show our love for God in all that we do and say.  We go to Galilee and that is where we live out our promises that we made at our baptism, to pray, to read scripture, to worship, to turn from evil and to turn to God, to love our neighbor, to seek justice, to respect the dignity of all, and to proclaim the Good News of God’s salvation.
      The Gospel of Mark does not give the clear command that we hear in Matthew of John.  Instead it sort of leaves it up to us to figure out what to do with this empty tomb – how to make the resurrection live in our lives.  But one thing is clear.  Jesus is going before us showing us the way. 
                Alleluia Christ is risen.  Happy Easter,   Jane+

The Lord is risen indeed.  Alleluia.

Holy Week

Did you ever see a movie or read a book for a second time?   The first time, one wrestles with the novelty, the unknown, the sequence of thought, meaning and actions.  The second time around, there is no need to concentrate on the story line.  One is freer to concentrate on nuances, shades of meaning, subtleties, word plays and other characteristics since the story line is known beforehand.

That is our starting point as we enter into Holy Week.  We know the story’s plot, laid out by the sequence of events reenacted on Passion Sunday, Holy Wednesday, Maundy Thursday, Good Friday and Easter.   We know that we enter Jerusalem with exuberance and uplifted spirits, to be followed by the horrifying sequence of events leading to Christ being hung on a tree to die.  And we all know the happy and triumphant outcome that follows in our Lord’s rising three days later.

Time out!  Not so fast! As the Holy Week drama unfolds, we must straddle a gaping hole of death, suffering, and grief, before the blessed joy of Christ’s Resurrection.   

We must be immersed in an I-Max three-dimensional panorama of death and fear. It is beyond disgusting.  There are bones all over, the place reeks of death and putrid blood and body parts; dogs and vultures are feeding on the carcasses lying about. This depressing pit, Golgotha, is filled with countless shrieks of terror, torture and gore.  This is the place where the ruthless Romans torture any rabble-rouser, criminal and the scum of the earth to be nailed to trees to writhe in pain for hours, to be laughed at humiliated and to die in disgrace.  And then to rot!  This is a totally disgusting, scandalous, putrid and gruesome dump.

Good Friday! Death!  I sink to the depths of despair and existential emptiness as I listen to the last words of Christ, and the refutation of his entire ministry. I hear the hammer hitting the head of the nail; the nail that punctures and gores Christ’s tender flesh before reaching the hard wood of the cross to where he will be affixed so as to suffer a most excruciating death.   His last three hours are an eternity.  I am in abject despair.  There is no up or down, past or future, happiness and sadness; just emptiness, listlessness and paralysis.

Oh, if only we could “fast-forward” to Easter and the celebratory joy that we know is awaiting us once we get past this horrific chapter of the Passion narrative.  No can do!  We must remain for a while steeped in the deepest depths of death, scandal, terror and suffering first, horrifying beyond all comprehension.

I see, by extension, my own life—my past, present and future—conforming to the story line of Christ’s life with its ups and downs, joys and despair.  Death, mine and yours included, is the only looming certainty and this is what I am fixating on right now.   

Following this story line—yours, mine and that of Jesus Christ—provides the framework for being assured that whatever the roadmap of our lives look like, the end destination—a.k.a. death—will transition us to our sacred eternal home.   Like Christ, we will follow along, after death, just as we followed his footsteps during life.

In this post-Enlightenment world where “reality” needs to be verified and proven, the joy and reassurance that death is not the definitive last word to the story line—the Resurrection—is taken on faith.  Faith in the life hereafter is the climax and outcome of our jointly-shared the story line.  It is the Christian hope.  How amazing is that?

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Recently, I had the honor to serve the Chalice to a parishioner in my church.  She was a week away from death’s door.  She knew it; cancer allows for this understanding to sink in.  Was she terrified?   She must have been as I am certain I will be when my time comes.  But, here is the thing.  When taking the Chalice to her lips, our eyes met.  Through the ravages of cancer and excruciating pain, her eyes were dancing with joy and celebration of the Eucharist.  Her spiritual bags were already packed for the journey ahead.  I could very palpably FEEL it.

This lovely parishioner passed away a week later.  Very saddened, I attended her memorial service. Her death was a painful loss; nothing takes the sting out of death.  Not even the comfort of knowing that death transitions to triumph and eternal peace. 

However, her joyfully-dancing eyes that last week, as she drank Christ’s sustaining Blood, testifies to the fact that she knew where she was going, prepared emotionally and spiritually.  And I take comfort having experienced and shared this insightful moment that reassures me she is now in a place where death is conquered and nothing worse can possibly happen to her, or any of us for that matter.   She is blessedly safe.

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Next year, I will have a different experience and “take” of Holy Week.  But I know it will be under the same story line of our Christian faith and, by extension, our lives.   

Simply amazing as I gaze at that horrid Cross and the vacuous emptiness that surrounds it. 

James A Harrison