Sunday 30 September 2018

Monday Morning Offering 10/1

Morning Coffee by George Mendoza

For your divine imagination
I offer you my thanks, O Lord:
for your playful wisdom shaping
all the seasons in their beauty...

It's a grace to know your plan
for shorter days and autumn chill
to sap the summer's chlorophyll
from leafy, shady boughs...

A gift of longer nights,
these hidden hues reveal
your hand in every branch,
waving blessings on the breeze...

And fall's light filters now
through leaves aglow as if
you burned in them,
afire with the Spirit's flame...

I see revealed in summer's loss,
in each tree's seasoned change,
your glory gold and russet,
purple patched and crimson crowned...

Should my hope begin to fade, Lord,
paint my soul in autumn hues,
brightened with that autumn light
whose only source is you...

I offer you my thanks today
for every leaf that sighs and falls
and pads the path I softly walk
on my way home to you...

Amen.

Source: Thundafunda



 

    
Subscribe to A Concord Pastor Comments 

Homily for September 30

Image source

Homily for the Twenty-sixth Sunday in Ordinary Time
Scriptures for today's Mass

Audio


 
This is one of those weeks when the scripture readings may seem,
at least at first glance, to be remote - even irrelevant.
But it�s also one of those weeks when, if you tease those texts,
if you scratch their surface, you just might find in them
a message that�s just what we need to hear

For instance�
The story of Eldad and Medad in the first reading
is basically a narrative about �us and them,�
or even better, �us VS them.�
It�s the tale of a power struggle to determine
�who�s right and who�s wrong�  -- �who�s in and who�s out?�
and who deserves the seal of authenticity and legitimacy
in the work that needs to be done.
Those ancient themes certainly bring us within striking distance
of this past week�s Senate Judiciary Committee�s hearing room.

A similar struggle for power and authenticity plays out in today�s gospel.
Here, the disciple John represents the jealousy and partisanship
of the 12 men Jesus chose as his closest colleagues.
They�re upset that others, not members of their elite, chosen group,
are also doing good works, even driving out demons.
Jesus shows himself to be much more egalitarian than his followers,
authenticating the ministry of one who simply offers a cup of water
to a thirsty neighbor.

In both readings, we�re counseled that in every situation
there is always at work a dynamic, a power,
an authority greater than our own
and broader than our narrow imaginations might conceive.
Jesus goes on to make clear the seriousness of all this
when he begins to speak about dismembering our bodies!
He�s telling us, here, that
if we persist in our partisan favoritism;
if we fail to ignore the multiple ways
in which God might speak to his people and heals their wounds;
if we dig in at our heels and favor ideology over truth,
power over service, and personal comfort over self-sacrifice,
then it would be better for us to loose an eye or a limb or two
than to walk into hell with our bodies intact.

But� is Jesus seriouslysuggesting we pluck out an eye
or cut off a hand or a foot?
I can�t see how one could reconcile that
with the mercy and healing and desire for wholeness
that characterize the ministry of Jesus.

But I do see how Jesus might use language and imagery
just this strong
to tell us that there ARE some realities in our lives
that need to be ----- lopped off, cut out.

� Regardless of which side of the legislative aisle we take our seat,
no good is achieved by our demonizing the other side.
Ideology of that kind does not focus our vision,
instead, it blinds us and keeps us from seeing
the whole picture, the whole truth.
And it needs to be cut out.

� If the works of our hands fail the standards of honesty and fairness,
if our hands take in for ourselves far more
than we offer and give away to others,
then we need to CUT OUT whatever injustice and selfishness
keep us from standing in grace before God and our neighbor.

� If the path our feet walk fails to follow in the Lord�s footsteps,
if we fail to go where God calls and leads us
then we need to CUT UP the map we�ve drawn for our own purposes
and begin to walk at the Lord�s side,
with him as our guide and companion.

� The Lord isn�t asking, literally, for an eye, a hand or a foot.
But he is asking for our minds - not that we give them up
but that we use them to search for truth and wisdom -
and he�s asking for our hearts - not that we cut them out of our chests -
but that we give them away in selfless love in serving others.

We all have opinions about what we heard and read
about this past week�s events in Washington.
One thing we can probably all agree on
is that our nation is divided, torn in two,
not by Dr. Ford and Judge Kavanaugh,
they are but two tips of an iceberg of division
that�s been deepening in mistrust and animosity for decades.
Many of us feel helpless in the face of all of this.

Let me suggest that there are three things you and I might do
to help improve the situation.
� One is for each of us to take inventory of our own lives
to see there what needs to be plucked out or cut off
if we hope to stand in grace before God and our neighbor.
� Another is to participate actively in the political process
and to work for and vote for candidates
who might make for real change and growth.
� And a third (last but not in any the way least) we need to pray.
We need to confess that the mess we�re in comes from ignoring
the presence of God in our own lives and in our nation�s life.

In that spirit, I share a prayer I wrote for my blog on Thursday night.

Let us pray�
Our nation is divided, Lord,
and the gap between the two sides could widen the Grand Canyon
and stretch it from coast to coast...
Division and acrimony, Lord:
bitterness, mistrust, animosity, prejudice,
ill will, sarcasm, rancor, hostility - and hardness of heart...

And all this, Lord, on both sides of the divide...

It's painful, Lord, to see revealed how divided,
how broken is this nation,
how deep our common wounds,
how much in need of healing its people,
how helpless and weak we are,
unable to lay aside our ideologies for the truth,
our greed for justice, our comfort for self-sacrifice,
our partisanship for unity...

And you know well, Lord, there is no easy fix here,
no overnight solution, no facile reconciliation:
our wounds are much too deep and of the kind
that only time and sacrifice and humility can begin to heal...

And prayer, Lord, we pray for healing�

We'll not right these wrongs on our own,
we'll not salvage this nation's glory and promise
through our own determination and strength -
we will not, we cannot do this by ourselves
but only with your help, your strength and your power, Lord...

And so, we pray, Lord...
� We pray you give the counsel we need
to truly understand the depth of our division...
� We pray you give the wisdom we need
to see through and beyond our petty schemes...
� We pray you give the strength we need
to build again what we've dismantled in our foolishness...
� We pray for determination to persevere,
especially when the task at hand seems impossible...
� We pray you renew your gift of faith, Lord,
that we might remember it's you, our Creator,
who endow us with certain, unalienable rights...

Send us your Spirit, Lord, to lead us and guide us,
to shape and mold us in your image,
to refresh and strengthen your people with your grace
and most of all:  to seek you and find you and know you
in all things, in the whole of creation and especially, Lord,
in one another and in this nation we call our home...
Amen.



 

   
Subscribe to A Concord Pastor Comments 

Saturday 29 September 2018

Pause for Prayer: SUNDAY 9/30

Concord Pastor's prayer room

Here's where you wait to greet me in the morning, Lord,
and where you bid me good night at the end of the day...

Here's where I come to pray
and here's where you wait to hear my prayer...

Here's where I come when I've nothing to say
or can't find the words my heart wants to speak...

Here's where I come just to get away
from everyone and everything - except for you...

Here's where I pray for my parish, Lord,
for my family and all of my friends
and here's where I pray for my readers
who pray with me here on my blog...

What a gift is this simple place, Lord,
with just enough room for you and me
and for all those I hold in my heart
when I come to this place to pray,
this place where you wait to hear my prayer...

Amen.


 

    
Subscribe to A Concord Pastor Comments 

Friday 28 September 2018

Pause for Prayer: SATURDAY 9/29

Image source

Ournation is divided, Lord,
and the gap between the two sides
could widen the Grand Canyon
and stretch it from coast to coast...

Division and acrimony, Lord:
bitterness, mistrust, animosity, prejudice,
ill will, sarcasm, rancor, hostility,
and hardness of heart...

And all this, Lord,
on both sides of the divide...

It's painful, Lord,
to see revealed how divided,
how broken is this nation,
how deep our common wounds,
how much in need of healing its people,
how helpless and weak we are,
unable to lay aside our ideologies for the truth,
our greed for justice,
our comfort for self-sacrifice,
our partisanship for unity...

And you know well, Lord,
there is no easy fix here,
no overnight solution,
no facile reconciliation:
our wounds are much too deep and of the kind
that only time and sacrifice and humility
can begin to heal...

And prayer, Lord,
we need to pray for healing...

We'll not right these wrongs on our own,
we'll not salvage this nation's glory and promise
through our own determination and strength -
we will not, we cannot do this by ourselves
but only with your help, your strength
and your power, Lord...

And so, we pray, Lord...

We pray you give the counsel we need
to truly understand the depth of our division...

We pray you give the wisdom we need
to see through and beyond our petty schemes...

We pray you give the strength we need
to build again what we've dismantled in our foolishness...

We pray for the determination to persevere,
especially when the task at hand seems impossible...

We pray you renew your gift of faith, Lord,
that we might remember it's you, our Creator,
who endow us with certain, unalienable rights...

Send us your Spirit, Lord, to lead us and guide us,
to shape and mold us in your image,
to refresh and strengthen your people with your grace
and most of all:
to seek you and find you and know you
in all things,
in the whole of creation
and especially, Lord, in one another
and in this nation we call our home...

Amen.



 

   
Subscribe to A Concord Pastor Comments 

Thursday 27 September 2018

Pause for Prayer: FRIDAY 9/28

Image source

I know where I need to go today, Lord,
and when I need to be there...

I've got a pretty good idea
of when I'm going to eat
and what I'm going to have...

I have a list of errands I have to run
and things I need to pick up at the store...

 I know the work I have to do,
the meetings I must attend,
the calls I have to make
the emails I need to answer...

I know there'll be time for coffee,
for chatting with friends and colleagues,
for reading the paper
and for checking my phone
- again and again and again...

All this I know,
all this I've planned,
so help me decide right now, Lord,
when I'm going to stop,
today,
to sit with you,
spend time with you
and talk with you in prayer 
- today...

Amen.



 

    
Subscribe to A Concord Pastor Comments

A poem for the season

Image source

It's time for my annual posting of this seasonal classic...

It's the season for apple-picking, a treat New Englanders might take for granted though this year's crop is off and the picking season will be short.  Apple picking comes at summer's end, as fall begins and nature prepares for her great winter sleep. Children of all ages love to pick, collect and take home the apples for baking and cooking and just plain good eating. Of course, there are shadows of meaning in this season that the truly young might miss as the days grow short.

Robert Frost wrote of the mysteries of this season. His words follow here and then a fine reading of his verse.

After Apple Picking

My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still,
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.
I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight
I got from looking through a pane of glass
I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough
And held against the world of hoary grass.
It melted, and I let it fall and break.
But I was well
Upon my way to sleep before it fell,
And I could tell
What form my dreaming was about to take.
Magnified apples appear and disappear,
Stem end and blossom end,
And every fleck of russet showing clear.
My instep arch not only keeps the ache,
It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.
I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend.
And I keep hearing from the cellar bin
The rumbling sound
Of load on load of apples coming in.
For I have had too much
Of apple-picking: I am overtired
Of the great harvest I myself desired.
There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,
Cherish in hand, let down, and not let fall.
For all
That struck the earth,
No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble,
Went surely to the cider-apple heap
As of no worth.
One can see what will trouble
This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.
Were he not gone,
The woodchuck could say whether it's like his
Long sleep, as I describe its coming on,
Or just some human sleep.

- Robert Frost




 

   
Subscribe to A Concord Pastor Comments 

Wednesday 26 September 2018

Pause for Prayer: THURSDAY 9/27



On the Cape for a couple of days, Lord,
and I packed for a late September chill,
but today was a beauty, 
warm and sunny - a pure delight -
thank you, Lord!

You know how grateful I am for these bonus days:
these leftover almost-summer days
come to surprise me as fall�s first frost
makes ready to nip away my memories
of August and July�

Like finding a ten-spot in a pair of old jeans,
a warm day falls from your pocket, Lord:
an unexpected grace, a boon, a blessing,
the last taste of a season passing,
and a pledge what will come again...

The warmth of these bonus days
reminds of other ways you find to show me
that just when I think it�s all over
� it�s not�

There comes a gift, a wink, a hint from you
of one more day, one more chance,
one more reason for taking one more step
towards you and the peace you promise�

Lord, I pray your pocket�s filled with little gifts
just big enough to catch my eye, turn my head
and steal my heart away from hopelessness
just long enough for me to hear you whisper in my ear:
   Hang in there...  
   you�re not alone� 
   there�s another day�
   I�m by your side all through the night 
      until a new day comes�
   take another step� 
   trust for just a moment�
   and know that I am with you without fail�

Surprise me with your grace, Lord,
with unexpected  gifts to bring me hope,
to guide me when I�m lost,
to lead me where I fear to go,
to give me strength for one more day,
one more night, one more hour,
one more step in your direction,
closer to your heart, your word,
your peace�

Surprise me with your grace, Lord,
and nudge me on until I find the gifts
the simple gifts that spill from your own hand�

And let no gift of yours go unnoticed, Lord,
unseen, unheard, unopened�

When self-pity, envy, anger
keep me from what grace
you've dropped in my lap,
shake and wake me to your presence,
alert me to the help you bring,
the help I need and want and pray for�

When I least expect and need you most,
surprise me like a summer�s day
that dawns in late September:
bathe me in your peaceful light and from within,
warm me with your presence�

A frost will surely come
and sooner than I want it,
but when it does, 
remind me of your pocketful of gifts
and all the ways you might surprise me with your love,
today and through what seasons come,
for in every season you are there
and I am yours, 
in every season, Lord...


Amen.




 

   
Subscribe to A Concord Pastor Comments