After the transfiguration
there was a change in his manner
an urgency, impatience
time was suddenly short, shorter
he had set his face on Jerusalem
the final lessons to tell, the final healings
the training of the disciples
needing to be completed
He moved with a purpose
knowing his suffering to come
hurtling forward to completion
of his work here on earth
December 31, 2007
Luke 9:28-36
Luke 9:51-19:27
Luke 9:51
Monday, December 31, 2007
His face set on Jerusalem
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From Adoration to Flight
After the Magi, the gifts
gold, frankincense, myrrh,
a sudden dream, fear, panic,
flea, fly, go to the land of Egypt
to the home of the pharaohs,
the place of your ancestors, imprisoned
enslaved, until the exodus,
the freedom flight
the parting, the crossing of the Sea
the flight led by Moses
So too would the people be made free
by the babe in his mother’s arms
taken up to Egypt
until the king was no more
December 31, 2007
Matthew 2:13-23
based on sermon,
“Homecoming”, by
the Reverend Lori Eldredge,
Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH, 12/30/07
gold, frankincense, myrrh,
a sudden dream, fear, panic,
flea, fly, go to the land of Egypt
to the home of the pharaohs,
the place of your ancestors, imprisoned
enslaved, until the exodus,
the freedom flight
the parting, the crossing of the Sea
the flight led by Moses
So too would the people be made free
by the babe in his mother’s arms
taken up to Egypt
until the king was no more
December 31, 2007
Matthew 2:13-23
based on sermon,
“Homecoming”, by
the Reverend Lori Eldredge,
Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH, 12/30/07
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Saved by Stealth
Deliverers of the people
each both under a death threat
a dream and a basket
into the land of Egypt
adrift and homeless
at the mercy of the dust, the river
the kindness in the foreign land
the saviors of the people
saved by stealth
to lead the people
to freedom
December 31, 2007
Matthew 2:13-23
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“Homecoming”, by
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Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH, 12/30/07
and Exodus 2:1-5
each both under a death threat
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into the land of Egypt
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to lead the people
to freedom
December 31, 2007
Matthew 2:13-23
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“Homecoming”, by
the Reverend Lori Eldredge,
Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH, 12/30/07
and Exodus 2:1-5
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A Massacre
It was a slaughter
all those of an age
all under two years old
put to death
to assuage the fears of the king
to rest his troubled mind
to give him peace
from a future foretold in scripture
for the people of the book
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and kill the children
to save him from the king
born in the manger
December 31, 2007
Matthew 2:13-23
based on sermon,
“Homecoming”, by
the Reverend Lori Eldredge,
Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH, 12/30/07
and Exodus 1:8-22
all those of an age
all under two years old
put to death
to assuage the fears of the king
to rest his troubled mind
to give him peace
from a future foretold in scripture
for the people of the book
the nation of covenant
the people of the word
He was ready
to follow the model of Pharaoh
and kill the children
to save him from the king
born in the manger
December 31, 2007
Matthew 2:13-23
based on sermon,
“Homecoming”, by
the Reverend Lori Eldredge,
Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH, 12/30/07
and Exodus 1:8-22
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At the King’s Command
At the king’s command
a massacre of infants
of innocents
The innocent paying the price
for the king’s fear, hatred
Fear of the babe born in the manger
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the one who would come from Jesse’s root
would come to reclaim Israel
At the king’s command
the order was carried out;
but the one escaped
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in the dream of his father
December 31, 2007
Matthew 2:13-23
based on sermon,
“Homecoming”, by
the Reverend Lori Eldredge,
Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH, 12/30/07
a massacre of infants
of innocents
The innocent paying the price
for the king’s fear, hatred
Fear of the babe born in the manger
the one visited by Magi
wise men from the East
Fear of the one foretold in the Prophets
the one who would come from Jesse’s root
would come to reclaim Israel
At the king’s command
the order was carried out;
but the one escaped
by the angel’s words
in the dream of his father
December 31, 2007
Matthew 2:13-23
based on sermon,
“Homecoming”, by
the Reverend Lori Eldredge,
Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH, 12/30/07
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Like Children
In the synoptic gospels,
we are told, by the savior,
the first born
of the resurrection,
the first in the kingdom
of human birth
that we are to be like children
like children not of our age, perhaps;
but like the lowly status,
the children of his age,
of the world today
unlike our world
children, not merely innocent,
not humble alone,
the last, the least, the throw-away,
the lost, the ones left behind
thrown into the trash heap
left to die, if the wrong type
or food is short
Put ourselves into their station
their position, not merely servants
clinging to life itself,
precarious.
How much harder
those words were
to the first listeners,
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to understand new lessons
within the context of their lives
the teachings of old
December 31, 2007
Matthew 18:1-4
Matthew 19:13-15
Luke 9:46-48
we are told, by the savior,
the first born
of the resurrection,
the first in the kingdom
of human birth
that we are to be like children
like children not of our age, perhaps;
but like the lowly status,
the children of his age,
of the world today
unlike our world
children, not merely innocent,
not humble alone,
the last, the least, the throw-away,
the lost, the ones left behind
thrown into the trash heap
left to die, if the wrong type
or food is short
Put ourselves into their station
their position, not merely servants
clinging to life itself,
precarious.
How much harder
those words were
to the first listeners,
disciples trying to learn,
to understand new lessons
within the context of their lives
the teachings of old
December 31, 2007
Matthew 18:1-4
Matthew 19:13-15
Luke 9:46-48
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Refugee
After the stable birth
the visit of the Magi
the king was a refugee
a stealthy run for foreign land
away from the land of his people
hidden in Egypt
to avoid the slaughter
the rage of the King
the fear of the King
a refugee
without a home
in a land
where the people
had been slaves
Running for his life
to the land of the pharaohs
to avoid the pawn
of the Emperor
December 31, 2007
Matthew 2:13-23
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“Homecoming”, by
the Reverend Lori Eldredge,
Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH, 12/30/07
the visit of the Magi
the king was a refugee
a stealthy run for foreign land
away from the land of his people
hidden in Egypt
to avoid the slaughter
the rage of the King
the fear of the King
a refugee
without a home
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where the people
had been slaves
Running for his life
to the land of the pharaohs
to avoid the pawn
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December 31, 2007
Matthew 2:13-23
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“Homecoming”, by
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Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH, 12/30/07
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A Peasant King
The first will be last
The first a peasant king
homeless, without a place
to lay his head
Without a bed for his birth
a feed trough a cradle
last, like a young child
unwanted and a burden
an outcast, penniless
without career or home
a model of service
of sacrifice, that is his riches
a peasant king
such is our savior
and it is him
whom we must emulate
December 31, 2007
The first a peasant king
homeless, without a place
to lay his head
Without a bed for his birth
a feed trough a cradle
last, like a young child
unwanted and a burden
an outcast, penniless
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of sacrifice, that is his riches
a peasant king
such is our savior
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December 31, 2007
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"The Age of Innocence", a sermon by Pastor Ruth L. Foss, Sanbornville United Methodist Church, Wakefield, NH 12/30/07
Matthew 2:13-23
Hebrews 2:10-18
When I read the scripture from Matthew… I was really struck by verses 16 to 18. The verses read “16 When Herod saw that he had been tricked by the wise men, he was infuriated, and he sent and killed all the children in and around Bethlehem who were two years old or under, according to the time that he had learned from the wise men. 17 Then was fulfilled what had been spoken through the prophet Jeremiah: 18 “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.””
Herod was infuriated… and the children… the innocents… were killed. And this is not the only death sentence that Herod was responsible for. He killed anyone who got in his way… who he thought was a rival…this even included his wife and three of his sons. Herod even had John the Baptist put in prison and eventually beheaded because John disagreed with Herod’s marriage to his brother’s wife! Isn’t it funny… how… the innocents seem to be the ones to die.
This piece of the Matthew scripture reminds me of the world… this fallen world… that we live in. The innocents or innocence die every moment…no, every second… of each and every day. Seems to me that things really haven’t changed since Herod’s time… oh the ways they die have changed… but the innocents still die. Murderous behavior by one tribe… or religion… against another is still rampant today. Herod is alive and well… and not just in the “other guy”. In fact… there is a bit of Herod in each one of us when we feel threatened.
Look around us… there are so many ways that the innocent dies… we have abortion used as a means of birth control. These innocent children are dying because they would “cramp someone’s style”… “What would the neighbors think if our 14 year old child has a child?”… the child is “unwanted…a mistake” even before they are born.
There are wars raging all around us. There is the war in the Middle East, there is the war in our streets, there is war within families. In all these situations… the innocent is the one that usually ends up hurt in one way or another. It is the innocent that is dispensable not the ones in control.
You hear about abuse and rape on the news and in the papers. Innocence is lost… stolen… killed in these situations if not a loss of life (which sometimes seems to be the better option for some of these victims of these violent heinous crimes). We wail and cry as they did in Bethlehem… As Rachel wept and still weeps for her children; we refuse to be consoled because they are no more.
There are children out on the streets. They have nowhere to turn. They are not wanted in their homes… they have their innocence taken… stolen… from them by the streets. Where is there hope for a brighter tomorrow? Who will stand in the gap for them?
Even Jesus was an innocent who died for others but in this one, single, solitary sacrifice we have hope. Within this innocent’s death there is life to be found… a new life with a promise.
We are told, in the Epistle reading from Hebrews, that… Jesus is made the pioneer of our salvation perfect through suffering. For the one who sanctifies and all who are sanctified have one Father. Jesus is the perfect sacrifice for our sins. Even though He was tempted… even though He suffered as we do… He remained the pure, blameless sacrificial Lamb. And the scripture goes on to say that “Because he himself was tested by what he suffered… He… is able… to help…those… who are being … tested.”
This statement … this verse… is the very essence of a poem that Ray wrote for me. It is called Tempted:
The final verse of the reading
the lesson for the Hebrews
Jesus was tempted
Other tellings
of the same lesson
say he was tested
An interesting difference
thesaurus needed for the nuance
the related meaning; but a difference too
for he was tempted by the devil
tested by life’s travails
to be the worthy sacrifice,
the humble servant king
the anointed priest
all while fully human
tested, tempted as we are
in trying, fitfully,
doing the Father’s will
It is through His sacrifice on the cross… through this pure life… through Jesus’ obedience right up to and after His death on the cross that we are set free. Free from the death of sin… free from the bonds that hold us down… free to reach out with love and share this good news to those around us. Free to change a life that has broken by the loss of innocence… destroyed by the world we live in and help metamorphous it into a life where there is hope and a future… Give wings to fly to those who have been cocooned by society.
How can we begin to take on this monumental task? We look at the world around us and feel overwhelmed by what we see and hear. Well… all through the bible… we hear over and over again… fear not, I am with you. God is on our side… God is working our His plan… If God is for us (who can be against us). We need to trust in God… we need to reach out to those innocents around us and help them realize there is hope.
Don’t worry if you don’t know what to say. As with Moses… God will give us what need to be said. God wants ALL of His children to come home and He uses you and me to bring that about.
Another thing we can do is pray. Pray for our leaders, pray for our nation, pray for the parents of the world, pray for the children of the world. Just pray for whatever God puts on your heart!
We need to stop and listen to that still small voice within us. It is there… all we have to do is quiet ourselves in order to hear. The Spirit within us will guide us to what we need to do… our call in the world we live in.
God has surrounded each one of us with angels bearing messages we need to hear – messages that have the potential to bless our lives. We as Christians need to be the “angel’s messenger” to the least, the lost, the forgotten… those innocents around us… giving them the message of love, of hope, of peace. You never know… not only may we bless their lives but in the doing… be blessed beyond measure in being the ambassador of Christ here in the world.
We have a choice to make in life…we can either go through life thinking that these things…these people don’t effect us, that we have enough problems of our own, why should we take on another’s issues…or…we can reach out to those who are the innocents around us and share the Good News of our Risen Lord Jesus Christ, we can help them metamorphus into what Christ would have them be…help them find their wings and fly as if on wings of an eagle. We can help make this world a better place if we but listen to that still small voice inside guiding us in the direction we should go.
I would like to end my sermon with a poem that I wrote in Mexico when I went on a Liberation Theology trip there when I was in undergrad. school. It is called “Listen to my Children Crying,” I wrote it when I came back and was thinking about all that I saw there. It reads:
Can’t you hear my children crying?
In your neighborhoods and around the world.
Can’t you hear my children crying?
For justice in their oppression and pain.
Can’t you hear my children crying?
For help from those who know the truth.
Can’t you hear my children crying?
There are children in the street,
With not enough to eat.
Can’t you hear my children crying?
There is injustice running wild,
Can’t you see this my child?
Can’t you hear them crying?
You have been sent on a mission,
To care for your brothers and sisters.
To right the wrongs of those with no voice.
They are there not by their choice.
Can’t you hear my children crying?
Why do you turn away?
They need your help not tomorrow but today!
Can’t you hear my children crying?
Why are they dying?
Amen
Hebrews 2:10-18
When I read the scripture from Matthew… I was really struck by verses 16 to 18. The verses read “16 When Herod saw that he had been tricked by the wise men, he was infuriated, and he sent and killed all the children in and around Bethlehem who were two years old or under, according to the time that he had learned from the wise men. 17 Then was fulfilled what had been spoken through the prophet Jeremiah: 18 “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.””
Herod was infuriated… and the children… the innocents… were killed. And this is not the only death sentence that Herod was responsible for. He killed anyone who got in his way… who he thought was a rival…this even included his wife and three of his sons. Herod even had John the Baptist put in prison and eventually beheaded because John disagreed with Herod’s marriage to his brother’s wife! Isn’t it funny… how… the innocents seem to be the ones to die.
This piece of the Matthew scripture reminds me of the world… this fallen world… that we live in. The innocents or innocence die every moment…no, every second… of each and every day. Seems to me that things really haven’t changed since Herod’s time… oh the ways they die have changed… but the innocents still die. Murderous behavior by one tribe… or religion… against another is still rampant today. Herod is alive and well… and not just in the “other guy”. In fact… there is a bit of Herod in each one of us when we feel threatened.
Look around us… there are so many ways that the innocent dies… we have abortion used as a means of birth control. These innocent children are dying because they would “cramp someone’s style”… “What would the neighbors think if our 14 year old child has a child?”… the child is “unwanted…a mistake” even before they are born.
There are wars raging all around us. There is the war in the Middle East, there is the war in our streets, there is war within families. In all these situations… the innocent is the one that usually ends up hurt in one way or another. It is the innocent that is dispensable not the ones in control.
You hear about abuse and rape on the news and in the papers. Innocence is lost… stolen… killed in these situations if not a loss of life (which sometimes seems to be the better option for some of these victims of these violent heinous crimes). We wail and cry as they did in Bethlehem… As Rachel wept and still weeps for her children; we refuse to be consoled because they are no more.
There are children out on the streets. They have nowhere to turn. They are not wanted in their homes… they have their innocence taken… stolen… from them by the streets. Where is there hope for a brighter tomorrow? Who will stand in the gap for them?
Even Jesus was an innocent who died for others but in this one, single, solitary sacrifice we have hope. Within this innocent’s death there is life to be found… a new life with a promise.
We are told, in the Epistle reading from Hebrews, that… Jesus is made the pioneer of our salvation perfect through suffering. For the one who sanctifies and all who are sanctified have one Father. Jesus is the perfect sacrifice for our sins. Even though He was tempted… even though He suffered as we do… He remained the pure, blameless sacrificial Lamb. And the scripture goes on to say that “Because he himself was tested by what he suffered… He… is able… to help…those… who are being … tested.”
This statement … this verse… is the very essence of a poem that Ray wrote for me. It is called Tempted:
The final verse of the reading
the lesson for the Hebrews
Jesus was tempted
Other tellings
of the same lesson
say he was tested
An interesting difference
thesaurus needed for the nuance
the related meaning; but a difference too
for he was tempted by the devil
tested by life’s travails
to be the worthy sacrifice,
the humble servant king
the anointed priest
all while fully human
tested, tempted as we are
in trying, fitfully,
doing the Father’s will
It is through His sacrifice on the cross… through this pure life… through Jesus’ obedience right up to and after His death on the cross that we are set free. Free from the death of sin… free from the bonds that hold us down… free to reach out with love and share this good news to those around us. Free to change a life that has broken by the loss of innocence… destroyed by the world we live in and help metamorphous it into a life where there is hope and a future… Give wings to fly to those who have been cocooned by society.
How can we begin to take on this monumental task? We look at the world around us and feel overwhelmed by what we see and hear. Well… all through the bible… we hear over and over again… fear not, I am with you. God is on our side… God is working our His plan… If God is for us (who can be against us). We need to trust in God… we need to reach out to those innocents around us and help them realize there is hope.
Don’t worry if you don’t know what to say. As with Moses… God will give us what need to be said. God wants ALL of His children to come home and He uses you and me to bring that about.
Another thing we can do is pray. Pray for our leaders, pray for our nation, pray for the parents of the world, pray for the children of the world. Just pray for whatever God puts on your heart!
We need to stop and listen to that still small voice within us. It is there… all we have to do is quiet ourselves in order to hear. The Spirit within us will guide us to what we need to do… our call in the world we live in.
God has surrounded each one of us with angels bearing messages we need to hear – messages that have the potential to bless our lives. We as Christians need to be the “angel’s messenger” to the least, the lost, the forgotten… those innocents around us… giving them the message of love, of hope, of peace. You never know… not only may we bless their lives but in the doing… be blessed beyond measure in being the ambassador of Christ here in the world.
We have a choice to make in life…we can either go through life thinking that these things…these people don’t effect us, that we have enough problems of our own, why should we take on another’s issues…or…we can reach out to those who are the innocents around us and share the Good News of our Risen Lord Jesus Christ, we can help them metamorphus into what Christ would have them be…help them find their wings and fly as if on wings of an eagle. We can help make this world a better place if we but listen to that still small voice inside guiding us in the direction we should go.
I would like to end my sermon with a poem that I wrote in Mexico when I went on a Liberation Theology trip there when I was in undergrad. school. It is called “Listen to my Children Crying,” I wrote it when I came back and was thinking about all that I saw there. It reads:
Can’t you hear my children crying?
In your neighborhoods and around the world.
Can’t you hear my children crying?
For justice in their oppression and pain.
Can’t you hear my children crying?
For help from those who know the truth.
Can’t you hear my children crying?
There are children in the street,
With not enough to eat.
Can’t you hear my children crying?
There is injustice running wild,
Can’t you see this my child?
Can’t you hear them crying?
You have been sent on a mission,
To care for your brothers and sisters.
To right the wrongs of those with no voice.
They are there not by their choice.
Can’t you hear my children crying?
Why do you turn away?
They need your help not tomorrow but today!
Can’t you hear my children crying?
Why are they dying?
Amen
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Thursday, December 27, 2007
Tempted
The final verse of the reading
the lesson for the Hebrews
Jesus was tempted
Other tellings
of the same lesson
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An interesting difference
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for he was tempted by the devil
tested by life’s travails
to be the worthy sacrifice,
the humble servant king
the anointed priest
all while fully human
tested, tempted as we are
in trying, fitfully,
doing the Father’s will
December 27, 2007
Hebrews 2:10-18
(NIV)
the lesson for the Hebrews
Jesus was tempted
Other tellings
of the same lesson
say he was tested
An interesting difference
thesaurus needed for the nuance
the related meaning; but a difference too
for he was tempted by the devil
tested by life’s travails
to be the worthy sacrifice,
the humble servant king
the anointed priest
all while fully human
tested, tempted as we are
in trying, fitfully,
doing the Father’s will
December 27, 2007
Hebrews 2:10-18
(NIV)
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Tested
His life a test
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A Sacrifice
Unlike Isaac,
given, offered up
by the father alone
He was a sacrifice
anointed by the Father;
but given too
by his active choice
accepting the cup,
bringing it to his lips
the crimson stain
Offering himself
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given, offered up
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Offering himself
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needed to seal the breach
we could not fill
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between man and God
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His Humanity
For he was human, just as he was God
His humanity the very point
the means of our saving
was his humanness, his testing
his choices to be faithful
to live the law and the prophets
as a human, to reconcile us
to God, in the flesh
as a human, to give all
to do all that the law required
the one human
able to earn grace
through the crucible of life
the resurrection after death
December 27, 2007
Hebrews 2:10-18
His humanity the very point
the means of our saving
was his humanness, his testing
his choices to be faithful
to live the law and the prophets
as a human, to reconcile us
to God, in the flesh
as a human, to give all
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the one human
able to earn grace
through the crucible of life
the resurrection after death
December 27, 2007
Hebrews 2:10-18
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A Royal Priest
He was king, God, human, sacrifice;
but he was a royal priest too,
able to do what no other could do
offer a worthy sacrifice,
a real unblemished, sin sacrifice
able to go into the holy of holies
able to go behind the veil,
to walk before God
the Father, to offer
once and for all
an atonement
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Wednesday, December 26, 2007
A PJ Day
Unlike yesterday, Christmas Day
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Awake more slowly,
two hours later
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poetry and drawing
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enjoying immensely
their PJ day
December 26, 2007
a more leisurely start, middle, and end
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December 26, 2007
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Every Jot
By every jot, every tittle
every little bit of the word
so was the telling of His story
the beginning of the Good News
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December 26, 2007
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every little bit of the word
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Saved by a Dream
As with his coming,
by a dream foretold
so was his saving from
the fear of the king
by a dream he was saved
from the scythe that set Rachel to crying
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by the king’s order
killing those
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unaware the one was
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December 26, 2007
Matthew 2:13-23
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December 26, 2007
Matthew 2:13-23
Being John
To be the hands, the feet
the living presence of Jesus
here in this time and place
We must all, in the first instance,
we must be John, the witness
in the wilderness
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the coming of the Lord
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the saving grace of God
All prophets, witnesses
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of saints around us
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down to the present day
who seek to do the will of God
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and come home to the kingdom
December 26, 2007
the living presence of Jesus
here in this time and place
We must all, in the first instance,
we must be John, the witness
in the wilderness
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the coming of the Lord
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the saving grace of God
All prophets, witnesses
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of saints around us
down through the ages
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down to the present day
who seek to do the will of God
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to walk the path and reap the harvest
and come home to the kingdom
December 26, 2007
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The Fear of the King – v2
Fear of the infant, the boy
laying in the manger bed
the king humbly born
feared by the king
for the foretelling,
the fulfillment of the prophesy
in a land of the word
a people of the covenant
praying for their salvation
from the boy in the stable
though they didn’t know him
the fear of the king
raging at the saving of the king
by the wise men three
who went another way
December 26, 2007
Matthew 2:13-23
laying in the manger bed
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in a land of the word
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praying for their salvation
from the boy in the stable
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December 26, 2007
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The Fear of the King – v1
Genocide, infanticide
a people, cut down
losing innocence, innocent lives
because of the fear of the king
the ruler’s fears
the cause of mass killing
indiscriminate rage
blood on the lintels no help
for those born in the age
Reaping by the king
in fear for his throne
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a people, cut down
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Reaping by the king
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Rachel’s Tears
Cries for the lost children
the children of Israel, of Rachel
tears of the mothers of the land
the covenant parents crying for their dead
the innocents taken by Herod
cast into the darkness,
taken oh too soon
because of his fear
his hate, his cowardice
at the coming of the king
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Matthew 2:13-23
the children of Israel, of Rachel
tears of the mothers of the land
the covenant parents crying for their dead
the innocents taken by Herod
cast into the darkness,
taken oh too soon
because of his fear
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December 26, 2007
Matthew 2:13-23
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After the Presents
On the drive East
on the way to Gramma’s house
presents unwrapped
toys discovered
Dressed in their Christmas dresses
new winter coats, clean and warm
singing to the carol, hugging their friends
new stuffed bears, cats, cheetahs
watching the world goes bye
until slumber catches up with them
December 25, 2007 and December 26, 2007
on the way to Gramma’s house
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In their Winter Coats
Warm in their new winter coats
in the backseat on the way to Gramma’s
three angels dreaming
Christmas carols on the radio
still in their dresses
new stuffed animals
cradled in their arms
On the way to Gramma’s house
asleep in their winter coats
December 25, 2007
in the backseat on the way to Gramma’s
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December 25, 2007
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Dancer - by Erica Berberena
I am like a dancer
dancing gracefully on the
stage with no fear from
The crowd.
3/15/07
10:15AM
dancing gracefully on the
stage with no fear from
The crowd.
3/15/07
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GAZELLE - by Erica Berberena
I am like a Gazelle
Jumping gracefully
From here to there
And everywhere.
3/15/07
10:10AM
Jumping gracefully
From here to there
And everywhere.
3/15/07
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Story - by Erica Berberena
I am a story
Waiting to be written
And read by many
People.
3/15/07
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Waiting to be written
And read by many
People.
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Rose - by Erica Berberena
I am a rose
With a beautiful red color
Waiting to be picked
For a beautiful bouquet.
3/15/07 10:25AM
With a beautiful red color
Waiting to be picked
For a beautiful bouquet.
3/15/07 10:25AM
Artist - by Erica Berberena
I am like an artist
Making a beautiful
Picture of a
Lovely sun set.
3/15/07
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Making a beautiful
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Lovely sun set.
3/15/07
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The Wise Men were Women
Lady Wisdom came in threes
at the edge of the chancel
in our church’s pageant this year
this Christmas Eve
A change of fortune
a reversal of Elizabethan theater
our wise men were women
confident capable girls
ably filling the roles
raising their voices
in the retelling of the babe’s story
the gifts of the Magi
for the one in the manger
The journey from the East
a bit different this year
when the wise men were women,
or girls at least
December 25, 2007
Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH 12/24/07
at the edge of the chancel
in our church’s pageant this year
this Christmas Eve
A change of fortune
a reversal of Elizabethan theater
our wise men were women
confident capable girls
ably filling the roles
raising their voices
in the retelling of the babe’s story
the gifts of the Magi
for the one in the manger
The journey from the East
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or girls at least
December 25, 2007
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Tuesday, December 25, 2007
In Praise of Bit Players
The pastor spoke of bit players
of the people in the story, the word of God
with small, sometimes unnamed parts
We too, in the congregation, so often
held up, support, by the unknown bit players
in the life of the church, our journeys of faith
nurtured, our paths made clear
by those unseen members,
doing their part to be the body of Christ
living as Christians by doing
even when unknown, bit players
And for them we rejoice
and give humble thanks
and boundless praise
December 25, 2007
Matthew 1:18-25
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of the people in the story, the word of God
with small, sometimes unnamed parts
We too, in the congregation, so often
held up, support, by the unknown bit players
in the life of the church, our journeys of faith
nurtured, our paths made clear
by those unseen members,
doing their part to be the body of Christ
living as Christians by doing
even when unknown, bit players
And for them we rejoice
and give humble thanks
and boundless praise
December 25, 2007
Matthew 1:18-25
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A Running Angel
A burst of familiar motion
racing down from the chancel to my pew
A very serious angel
needing to go out of the sanctuary, urgently
a race in daddy’s hand down the center aisle
halo swaying and wings flapping
carrying her on the wings out into the narthex
a stop in the bathroom;
“Dad get my halo, it fell off!”
Blurted plea, exhortation
No time for your/my hand now,
plow through the ushers, blocking her path
race to her spot, wings and robes and hair
all flowing in the breeze, at full sprint
an urgent angel back in place
not missing a beat
joining the heavenly chorus
singing on cue
December 25, 2007
racing down from the chancel to my pew
A very serious angel
needing to go out of the sanctuary, urgently
a race in daddy’s hand down the center aisle
halo swaying and wings flapping
carrying her on the wings out into the narthex
a stop in the bathroom;
“Dad get my halo, it fell off!”
Blurted plea, exhortation
No time for your/my hand now,
plow through the ushers, blocking her path
race to her spot, wings and robes and hair
all flowing in the breeze, at full sprint
an urgent angel back in place
not missing a beat
joining the heavenly chorus
singing on cue
December 25, 2007
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A Balloon for Jesus
Three days after her birthday
Shanequa held two balloons
each one decorated in bright colors
festooned with “Happy Birthday”
one for the baby doll just liberated
from the wrapping, the packaging
the other for the baby Jesus
born to save us all
The babe whom we celebrate
who we waited for during the long days,
the darkening days of Advent
preparing for last night’s pageant
the service of joy at the baby’s birth
our king in the manger
But it was in the simple joy,
the loving remembrance,
the sharing of her balloons
with her new baby doll
and the baby Jesus
I will remember
as this day fades
Remembering our Savior
amid the toys and games
the noise of the modern Christmas
room in her heart too
for the holy Christ-child
December 25, 2007
Shanequa held two balloons
each one decorated in bright colors
festooned with “Happy Birthday”
one for the baby doll just liberated
from the wrapping, the packaging
the other for the baby Jesus
born to save us all
The babe whom we celebrate
who we waited for during the long days,
the darkening days of Advent
preparing for last night’s pageant
the service of joy at the baby’s birth
our king in the manger
But it was in the simple joy,
the loving remembrance,
the sharing of her balloons
with her new baby doll
and the baby Jesus
I will remember
as this day fades
Remembering our Savior
amid the toys and games
the noise of the modern Christmas
room in her heart too
for the holy Christ-child
December 25, 2007
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November 25, 2007 and December 25, 2007
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November 25, 2007
in the manger, on the mountain
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November 25, 2007 and December 25, 2007
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November 25, 2007
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After the Chaos
After the chaos,
the blizzard of wrapping,
boxes, bows
toys and games and clothes
being torn from their slumber
the smiles and shrieks of joy
at the opening, the discovery
of each present emerging
Cleaning, clearing the debris
with each new one claimed
A stillness, as new friends are hugged,
games explored, crafts begun
a peace for mom and dad
to watch their play
December 25, 2007
Christmas morning
the blizzard of wrapping,
boxes, bows
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being torn from their slumber
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at the opening, the discovery
of each present emerging
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to watch their play
December 25, 2007
Christmas morning
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Monday, December 24, 2007
Born to Fulfill
Over and over again,
He is seen as fulfilling
the law and the prophets,
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born to fulfill the promise
the love of God, for the people
to reconcile us to Him
so is the son, right from the start,
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December 24, 2007
He is seen as fulfilling
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to reconcile us to Him
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to save us all
December 24, 2007
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A Memory Tree
Each item, each ornament,
each bauble, bangle, a memory
a special moment in our lives
remembered each year in the decorating
the dressing of the tree, under which the presents
will be placed, connections to special times,
milestones in our family
birthdays, firsts and more
family history too, of ornaments
given and gotten from
earlier saints we have known
December 24, 2007
each bauble, bangle, a memory
a special moment in our lives
remembered each year in the decorating
the dressing of the tree, under which the presents
will be placed, connections to special times,
milestones in our family
birthdays, firsts and more
family history too, of ornaments
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earlier saints we have known
December 24, 2007
Born to Die
If he was to fulfill, to bear out,
to live the prophesies of old,
of Jeremiah, of Isaiah,
of the other prophets
the ancient texts,
the hope of the people of the covenant
He was born to die
to walk from the manger
to the cross
in sacrifice for us all
so we remember Lent, the Passion,
as we remember and wait,
each Advent season
Knowing the death was to come
to the Light, brought near to earth
The pain wasn’t in the birthing;
but in the dying,
in fulfillment too
of the holy scripture
December 24, 2007
Matthew 1:28-36
to live the prophesies of old,
of Jeremiah, of Isaiah,
of the other prophets
the ancient texts,
the hope of the people of the covenant
He was born to die
to walk from the manger
to the cross
in sacrifice for us all
so we remember Lent, the Passion,
as we remember and wait,
each Advent season
Knowing the death was to come
to the Light, brought near to earth
The pain wasn’t in the birthing;
but in the dying,
in fulfillment too
of the holy scripture
December 24, 2007
Matthew 1:28-36
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Fulfilling the Prophesies
John and the Christ
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long waiting of the peoples
generation on generation
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December 24, 2007
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of the Savior come into the world
at Christmas-tide
December 24, 2007
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Sunday, December 23, 2007
Instruments of God
In their obedience,
in their submitting their will
to the will of God
they became instruments of God
father and mother to the king
the Christ-child, Emmanuel,
God with us in the flesh
living, serving, dying, rising
because they were faithful,
heard the call of the angels
and did the Master’s will
right then and there
turning in an instant
giving themselves to God
December 23, 2007
Matthew 1:18-25
Luke 1:26-38
in their submitting their will
to the will of God
they became instruments of God
father and mother to the king
the Christ-child, Emmanuel,
God with us in the flesh
living, serving, dying, rising
because they were faithful,
heard the call of the angels
and did the Master’s will
right then and there
turning in an instant
giving themselves to God
December 23, 2007
Matthew 1:18-25
Luke 1:26-38
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The Faith We Sing
Because He Obeyed
Because he obeyed
a child was born, with a name
a name above all names,
Jesus, Christ, Emmanuel
Fulfilling the scriptures, the prophesies,
because he obeyed.
He was born with a father, a mother
humbly, in a manger, in Bethlehem
because he obeyed.
He grew and learned,
and followed the law,
growing in his faith,
because he obeyed
We were saved
by the son’s sacrifice
because he obeyed
December 23, 2007
Matthew 1:18-25
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Jesus, Christ, Emmanuel
Fulfilling the scriptures, the prophesies,
because he obeyed.
He was born with a father, a mother
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because he obeyed.
He grew and learned,
and followed the law,
growing in his faith,
because he obeyed
We were saved
by the son’s sacrifice
because he obeyed
December 23, 2007
Matthew 1:18-25
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A Bit Player
He was but a bit player,
or so the story has been told
a simple, pious man,
Father of God, in the world,
in the flesh.
Devoted to his safety,
to his training, his teaching
Able, in faith, to heed the angel’s call
to shoulder the shame, the jeers
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To trust his fate
to God, to bear witness, at the birth
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Vessels of God
They were each
vessels of God
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agents for all time of the work
the mission, the destiny
of the creator, the savior
They, the father and the mother,
too young, perhaps, but able
to step from their world
take on the mantle of God
heed His call,
and do His will
to be vessels of God,
agents of His love
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Matthew 1:18-25
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too young, perhaps, but able
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and do His will
to be vessels of God,
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Finding Our Niche
What would be said, if we were to close;
who would know, who would care?
What is our niche, our cause, our calling?
So has been part of our discerning for a number of years,
so we have wandered in the desert, the mahogany church,
the wilderness of complacency.
But we are different now,
different somehow.
Using that time, that fallow time,
pruning, changing, fertilizing, studying,
growing within the chrysalis,
what a wonderful butterfly we may yet be
if we can break through the skin,
the walls of the church
step beyond the comfortable, the familiar.
We are poised, not dying, not yet; but pensive, furtive,
needing to find a new niche, a special place
become Christians, out beyond the walls,
lifting our feet, turning outward
Doing the work of the gospel,
the work of the church
out in the world
when the call comes
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who would know, who would care?
What is our niche, our cause, our calling?
So has been part of our discerning for a number of years,
so we have wandered in the desert, the mahogany church,
the wilderness of complacency.
But we are different now,
different somehow.
Using that time, that fallow time,
pruning, changing, fertilizing, studying,
growing within the chrysalis,
what a wonderful butterfly we may yet be
if we can break through the skin,
the walls of the church
step beyond the comfortable, the familiar.
We are poised, not dying, not yet; but pensive, furtive,
needing to find a new niche, a special place
become Christians, out beyond the walls,
lifting our feet, turning outward
Doing the work of the gospel,
the work of the church
out in the world
when the call comes
we have longed to hear
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Opening Devotion - Wesley United Methodist Church, Church Conference, December 23, 2007
The Lord's Prayer
Our Father who art in heaven,
Hallowed be Thy name.
Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done,
On earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread;
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we also have forgiven those who trespass against us;
And lead us not into temptation, But deliver us from evil.
For Thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory, for ever.
Amen.
Matthew 6:9-13
---
Thy Will
Thy Will be done
here, now, in this place
this creation, this earth
This place where you have birthed me
where we share this space together
members of your body here
So is the prayer, within the prayer
you taught us Lord
that the Father's will
will be done
here, on earth
So we pray each time we join
into one voice, echoing
up to the rafters
or down to the floor, heads bowed
in prayer
That we would do your will
and trust in you
for our Daily Bread
December 13, 2007
Matthew 6:9-13
---
Daily Bread – 1
Lord, we bow in prayer, the prayer you taught us
taught the disciples, so long ago
and we affirm the faith we share
with those peoples in the desert
who grumbled and feared,
regretting the comfort of their oppression
the security of their imprisonment
who feared the unknown
more than the Pharaoh's whip
How you gave them just enough
each day, for year on year, day on day
to sustain them in their journey
their journey to regain their faith
How much we too,
comfortable in our space
need to remember your provision,
your providence, oh Lord, Almighty God
Count on you to provide
so long as we do your will
in this place
as we discern your will
through bowing in prayer
to hear your voice, your call
for this generation
December 13, 2007
Matthew 6:9-13
These are the prepared words that I shared for the
Opening Devotional for the Church Conference,
Wesley United Methodist Church, Concord, NH
December 23, 2007
Our Father who art in heaven,
Hallowed be Thy name.
Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done,
On earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread;
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we also have forgiven those who trespass against us;
And lead us not into temptation, But deliver us from evil.
For Thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory, for ever.
Amen.
Matthew 6:9-13
---
Thy Will
Thy Will be done
here, now, in this place
this creation, this earth
This place where you have birthed me
where we share this space together
members of your body here
So is the prayer, within the prayer
you taught us Lord
that the Father's will
will be done
here, on earth
So we pray each time we join
into one voice, echoing
up to the rafters
or down to the floor, heads bowed
in prayer
That we would do your will
and trust in you
for our Daily Bread
December 13, 2007
Matthew 6:9-13
---
Daily Bread – 1
Lord, we bow in prayer, the prayer you taught us
taught the disciples, so long ago
and we affirm the faith we share
with those peoples in the desert
who grumbled and feared,
regretting the comfort of their oppression
the security of their imprisonment
who feared the unknown
more than the Pharaoh's whip
How you gave them just enough
each day, for year on year, day on day
to sustain them in their journey
their journey to regain their faith
How much we too,
comfortable in our space
need to remember your provision,
your providence, oh Lord, Almighty God
Count on you to provide
so long as we do your will
in this place
as we discern your will
through bowing in prayer
to hear your voice, your call
for this generation
December 13, 2007
Matthew 6:9-13
These are the prepared words that I shared for the
Opening Devotional for the Church Conference,
Wesley United Methodist Church, Concord, NH
December 23, 2007
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Up between the Dormers
High up the brick old mill building
up above the brick, the granite,
between the clapboard window dormers
hanging on the slate roof shingles, the metal flashing,
giant, dripping icicles, adorning the building
like so much candy coating
the white snow like taffy,
stretched between the dormers
oozing down into the spiky icicles
hanging down, many feet below
softening the edges of the old buildings
in the cold fog on the gray winter’s day
Dripping down on the blanket below,
mottled snow, graying too,
at the fall of the drops
before another snowfall
builds the bank on the roof again
December 23, 2007 3:17pm
up above the brick, the granite,
between the clapboard window dormers
hanging on the slate roof shingles, the metal flashing,
giant, dripping icicles, adorning the building
like so much candy coating
the white snow like taffy,
stretched between the dormers
oozing down into the spiky icicles
hanging down, many feet below
softening the edges of the old buildings
in the cold fog on the gray winter’s day
Dripping down on the blanket below,
mottled snow, graying too,
at the fall of the drops
before another snowfall
builds the bank on the roof again
December 23, 2007 3:17pm
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Saturday, December 22, 2007
In a Dream Foretold
It was in a dream foretold
the miracle of the birth
of the baby boy, the king
born humbly, in suspicious ways,
assurance in a dream, covenant in the whispers
in the dark, to him, to her,
of their baby boy, and his mission
here on this earth, fulfilling all
saving all, in a dream foretold
December 22, 2007
Matthew 1:18-25
Luke 1:26-38
Matthew 2:13-23
Based in part on the sermon,
“Shaping Our Dreams”, by
the Reverend Lori Eldredge,
Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH, December 21, 2007
as part of our Blue Christmas service
the miracle of the birth
of the baby boy, the king
born humbly, in suspicious ways,
assurance in a dream, covenant in the whispers
in the dark, to him, to her,
of their baby boy, and his mission
here on this earth, fulfilling all
saving all, in a dream foretold
December 22, 2007
Matthew 1:18-25
Luke 1:26-38
Matthew 2:13-23
Based in part on the sermon,
“Shaping Our Dreams”, by
the Reverend Lori Eldredge,
Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH, December 21, 2007
as part of our Blue Christmas service
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Thursday, December 20, 2007
Born to Save
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Jesus, to save his people,
like the Joshua of old
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Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Epiphany – Acrostic
Emmanuel was the goal, the end of their journey
Pursuing the baby’s star, seen from its rising
In Bethlehem, in Judah they went to find him
Praying, bowing down before the infant king, they gave him gifts
Herod feared him, for he knew the scripture too
A baby, born of the virgin, a new shoot from the stump of Jesse
Never would the world be the same, from this birth, this epiphany
Year upon year, generation to generation, we celebrate still
Pursuing the baby’s star, seen from its rising
In Bethlehem, in Judah they went to find him
Praying, bowing down before the infant king, they gave him gifts
Herod feared him, for he knew the scripture too
A baby, born of the virgin, a new shoot from the stump of Jesse
Never would the world be the same, from this birth, this epiphany
Year upon year, generation to generation, we celebrate still
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Epiphany – Acrostic – v6
December 19, 2007
Epiphany - Acrostic
edited January 6, 2016
Epiphany – Acrostic – v5
Epiphany
(but no longer an acrostic)
(merging edits to original and version 4)
edited January 5, 2015
Epiphany – Acrostic – v4
(editing original again and version 3)
edited December 11, 2014
Epiphany – Acrostic – v3
(editing original again)
Edited December 31, 2013
Epiphany – Acrostic – v2
December 19, 2007
Epiphany – Acrostic
Matthew 2:1-12
&
January 5, 2015
there was no epiphany
January 5, 2015
each epiphany moment
January 4, 2015
the treasure of the Magi
January 4, 2015
Epiphany Moments
January 4, 2015
Epiphanies and Revelations
Worship Theme: Epiphany Sunday
Matthew 2:1-12 NIV
Luke 2:22-40 NIV
Epiphany Sunday
Children’s Message
Mystery box
-
Winnie the Pooh security blanket
-
borrowed from Nolan Howes
by Pastor Ruth Foss
communion
sermon “I Could Have Had A V-8. . . “
by Pastor Ruth Foss
sermon blog
meditation blog
“God’s Whisper” blog
Stetson Memorial United Methodist Church
Epiphany Sunday
January 4, 2015
&
December 22,
2016
preaching to
us
December 22,
2016
singing to
heaven
December 22,
2016
shining like
the star
December 21,
2016
sharing the
message
December 19,
2016
whispering,
shouting
December 19,
2016
The angel’s
announcement
December 19,
2016
The angels
sang
December 19,
2016
love was alive
editing
December 18, 2016
a sacred
knowing – v3
December 17,
2016
if this was
Christ
December 17,
2016
this is the
Christ - 3
edited December
17, 2016
a sacred
knowing – v2
December 17,
2016
a sacred
knowing
December 18,
2016
Fourth Sunday
of Advent - Love
worship theme:
Sacred Knowing
Luke 2:1-15
Advent sermon
series based on Marcia McFee’s series “Sacred”
Worship
In Song Service
Centering Song
= Surely the Presence
Opening Prayer
Worship Video
Lighting of the Advent
Wreath
= Amen
= Hark, the Herald Angels
Sing
= Angels We Have Heard On
High
Offertory
= Offering
Prayer of Thanksgiving
SMUMC Sacred Dance Ministry
= Away In A Manger
Special Music
= Why Can’t Christmas Just
Be Christmas
= Silent Night
= Adestes Fidelis (O Come
All Ye Faithful)
= O Holy Night
Closing Music
= Carol of the Drum
= How Many Kings?
= Mary’s Little Baby Boy
= Joy to the World
= Feliz Navidad
Departing Blessing
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Praise Team
Leader Chuck Loucka
Praise Team
Members: Chuck Loucka, Pastor Ruth Foss, Chrissy McCarthy, Shanequa Foss,
Theresa Schmidt, Sharon McPhee, Shyanne Foss, Ken Perkins, Ted Pettengill
service led by
Pastor Ruth Foss
sermon blog
meditation blog
Stetson Memorial United Methodist Church
Patten, ME
December 18, 2016
Fourth Sunday of Advent
&
December 17,
2016
we are touched
by the sacred
December 17,
2016
every place we
go is sacred
edited
December 17, 2016
the vessels of
our bodies – v2
edited
December 17, 2016
joy
overwhelmed them – v2
December 16,
2016
joy
overwhelmed them
edited
December 16, 2016
shouting for
joy – 2 – v3
edited
December 15, 2016
shouting for
joy – 2 – v2
December 15,
2016
shouting for
joy - 2
December 14,
2016
this was Jesus
- 2
December 14,
2016
they knew
December 13,
2016
filled with
the Holy Spirit - 3
December 12,
2016
peace is
birthed
December 12,
2016
He knew this
was the Christ
December 12,
2016
set aside for
God
December 12,
2016
the vessels of
our bodies
December 11,
2016
carrying the
sacred within us
December 11,
2016
Mary sang a
song of praise
December 11,
2016
They showed up
December 11,
2016
when God
needed them
December 11,
2016
joy in their
knowing
edited
December 11, 2016
sensing the
holy – v2
December 11,
2016
sensing the
holy
December 11,
2016
Knowing this
place is holy
December 11,
2016
Worship in
Song
December 11,
2016
John leapt for
joy
December 11,
2016
Mary sang the
Magnificat
December 11,
2016
hope was
birthed
December 11,
2016
in the
sacredness of that moment
edited
December 11, 2016
we rejoice in
our Lord – v2
December 11,
2016
the holy
within them
December 11,
2016
leaping in the
sanctuary
December 11,
2016
John sensed
the Christ
December 11,
2016
A sacred
moment
December 11,
2016
we rejoice in
our Lord
December 11,
2016
we light this
third candle
December 10,
2016
in the joy of
our Lord
December 10,
2016
a sacred space
for Advent
edited
December 10, 2016
we will find
God – v2
December 10,
2016
a holy space
set apart
edited
December 10, 2016
within the
vessel of Mary’s womb
edited
December 10, 2016
within the
vessel of her body – v2
December 10,
2016
within the
vessel of her body
edited
December 10, 2016
in the
sanctuary of her womb – v2
December 10,
2016
in the
sanctuary of her womb
December 10,
2016
in the
response of John, of Elizabeth
December 10,
2016
in the refuge
of her home
December 10,
2016
in the
sanctuary of her bosom
December 11,
2016
Third Sunday
of Advent - Joy
worship theme:
Sacred Space
Psalm 146
Psalm 47:2a
Luke 1:39-56
(Mary’s visit
with Elizabeth)
Advent sermon
series based on Marcia McFee’s series “Sacred”
and sermon
“Birthing Room. . . ”
text
video
by Pastor Ruth
Foss
and Children’s Message
by Pastor Ruth Foss
Stetson Memorial United Methodist Church
Patten, ME
December 11, 2016
Third Sunday of Advent
&
edited
December 10, 2016
the response
of Mary, of Joseph – v3
(editing
original again)
edited
December 10, 2016
matching our
steps – v2
December 10,
2016
they said yes
to God
edited
December 9, 2016
their faith
made them holy
December 9,
2016
their actions
made them holy
December 9,
2016
Christ’s holy
parents
December 9,
2016
they did the
extraordinary
December 8,
2016
at peace in
submission
edited
December 8, 2016
we are called
to be sacred – v2
December 8,
2016
we are called
to be sacred
December 7,
2016
the sacredness
of the ordinary
edited
December 7, 2016
sacred people
– v2
edited
December 7, 2016
our own call
to be sacred – v2
December 7,
2016
our own call
to be sacred
December 7,
2016
sacred people
December 7,
2016
humble
servants
December 7,
2016
those in the
background
December 6,
2016
God used them
December 6,
2016
those ordinary
people
December 6,
2016
eternity and
time
December 6,
2016
because they
showed up
December 6,
2016
to touch the
sacred – 2
edited
December 6, 2016
I am the
Lord’s Servant – 2 – v2
December 6,
2016
sacred
December 6,
2016
matching our
steps
December 6,
2016
we are special
December 6,
2016
same as all
the others
edited
December 5, 2016
the response
of Mary, of Joseph – v2
December 5,
2016
we will find
God
merged
December 5, 2016
the response
of Mary, of Joseph
December 5,
2016
following
God’s command
December 5,
2016
I am the
Lord’s Servant - 2
December 4,
2016
King and God
and sacrifice
December 4,
2016
remembering
the cross
December 4,
2016
In the storms,
in the darkness
December 4,
2016
guide us in
the way of peace
December 4,
2016
They answered
God’s call
December 4,
2016
going makes
the difference
December 4,
2016
the ordinary
are made sacred
December 4,
2016
nothing
special
December 4,
2016
Second Sunday
of Advent - Peace
worship theme:
Sacred People
hymns:
Tell Me The
Story of Jesus
Where
Shepherds Watched Their Flocks
We Three Kings
of Orient Are
What Child Is
This?
O Come, O
Come, Emmanuel
Let There Be
Peace On Earth
Psalm 72:1-7
Psalm 72:18-19
Matthew
1:18-25
Luke 1:26-38
Advent sermon
series based on Marcia McFee’s series “Sacred”
and sermon “In
the Ordinary. . . “
text
video
by Pastor Ruth
Foss
and Children’s Message
by Pastor Ruth Foss
Stetson Memorial United Methodist Church
Patten, ME
December 4, 2016
Second Sunday of Advent
&
edited
December 3, 2016
breathing in
Advent – v2
edited
December 3, 2016
sit within the
sacredness of the stable – v2
December 3,
2016
are we voices
crying
December 3,
2016
thinking about
the Christ-child
edited
December 3, 2016
this sacred
time of now – v2
edited
December 3, 2016
within the
sacred time – v2
edited
December 3, 2016
the time of
heaven – v2
edited
December 2, 2016
walking
barefoot – v2
edited
December 2, 2016
taking off our
shoes – v2
edited
December 2, 2016
walking in
sacred time – v2
edited
December 2, 2016
a closeness of
heaven – v2
December 1,
2016
walking in
sacred time
December 1,
2016
Have we
forgotten Christ
December 1,
2016
we carry God’s
message of hope
December 1,
2016
we are heralds
in the darkness
December 1,
2016
we light this
candle
December 1,
2016
God’s promises
endure - 2
edited / new
name December 1, 2016
we live in the
light of the holy
December 1,
2016
we live in the
light of hope
December 1,
2016
we have
forgotten God
December 1,
2016
sit within the
sacredness of the stable
December 1,
2016
walking
barefoot
December 1,
2016
taking off our
shoes
December 1,
2016
this sacred
time of now
December 1,
2016
the gift of
our days
December 1,
2016
the gift of
now
December 1,
2016
within the
sacred time
December 1,
2016
trappings of
the season
December 1,
2016
the time of
heaven
December 1,
2016
a closeness of
heaven
December 1,
2016
we are God’s
voice
November 30,
2016
prepare the
way of the Lord
November 30,
2016
removing God
from Advent
November 30,
2016
removing God
from Christmas
November 30,
2016
the sacred
space of Advent – v2
edited
November 29, 2016
the light of
the manger – v2
November 29,
2016
removing God
from the sacred
November 29,
2016
within this
sacred time
November 29,
2016
the light of
the manger
November 29,
2016
God incarnate
- 2
November 29,
2016
a sacred time
November 29,
2016
are our hearts
open
edited
November 29, 2016
are we waiting
for Jesus – v2
November 28,
2016
the sacred
time of Advent
November 28,
2016
breathing in
Advent
November 28,
2016
breathing in
these minutes
edited
November 28, 2016
to touch the
sacred – v2
November 28,
2016
slowing our
steps in Advent
November 28,
2016
journeying on
a dirt road
November 27,
2016
to touch the
sacred
November 27,
2016
the wonder of
the manger
November 27,
2016
the sacred
space of Advent
November 27,
2016
lost in the
lights and glitter
November 27,
2016
set apart and
holy
November 27,
2016
we will
celebrate his birth
November 27,
2016
we wait for
His coming
November 27,
2016
before the
turkey is cold
November 27,
2016
The day is almost
here - 2
November 27,
2016
The night is
almost over
November 27,
2016
put on the
armor of light
Romans
13:11-12
November 27,
2016
change your
life - 2
November 27,
2016
preaching in
the desert
November 27,
2016
our hope is in
His word
November 27,
2016
hope in that
flickering candle
edited/ new
name November 27, 2016
we light this
candle in the hope
November 27,
2016
going doing
the Magi and
John the Baptist
November 27,
2016
there is hope
in the promise
November 27,
2016
are we
waiting for Jesus
edited
November 27, 2016
where is Jesus
– v2
November 27,
2016
awaking in
Advent
November 26,
2016
we light this
candle in hope
November 26,
2016
coming to
Christ
November 26,
2016
crying with
John
November 26,
2016
why aren’t we
shouting
November 26,
2016
where is Jesus
November 26,
2016
do we listen
to John
November 26,
2016
a voice of
hope
November 26,
2016
preparing our
hearts - 2
November 26,
2016
we join him at
the Jordan
edited
November 26, 2016
we stand
convicted – v2
November 26,
2016
we begin in
hope
November 26,
2016
we feed the
flame
November 26,
2016
we begin in
advent
November 26,
2016
we light the
spark
edited/ new
name November 26, 2016
we light a
candle of hope
November 26,
2016
lighting a
candle of hope
November 27,
2016
First Sunday
of Advent - Hope
Prepare Ye the
Way
worship theme:
Sacred Time
Psalm 130
Romans 13:11-12
Matthew 3:1-12
Advent sermon
series based on Marcia McFee’s series “Sacred”
and sermon “In
the Business…“
text
video (partial
before disk was full, 11:47 minutes)
by Pastor Ruth
Foss
and Children’s Message
by Pastor Ruth Foss
Stetson Memorial United Methodist Church
Patten, ME
November 27, 2016
First Sunday of Advent
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