Thursday, July 19, 2007

Team Sport

Christianity is a team sport,
so the pastor said that morning from the pulpit.
Sometimes it can feel lonely, different from that
in the congregation. With gifts of poetry,
gifts of prophesy, it can anyway.

He spoke of the life of the Christian,
of quiet time for prayer, alone in our closet,
time for bible study, for immersing in the word
the lessons of the living God.
But there is the need for together time,
for time in the spirit with fellow believers,
in group study, in conversation, in service.
In communion, in the sanctuary, the soup kitchen,
the prison, the office, the marketplace of ideas
We grow best, in the company of Christians,
learning together the humble service we are called to
to follow the example of the creator,
the savior, the Son and the Father



July 19, 2007 21:49
Started March 4, 2007.
Philippians 3:12-4:1
Sermon “A Race Everyone Can Win”
by Rev. Peter Hey, 3/4/07

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2007/07/team-sport.html



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Offering

A small token, a tithe, or less
given to the provider, the creator
in acknowledgement of the provided;
a living ritual of the faithful,
more than the coins, the bills, the checks,
is the act of offering, the giving back
the returning to service
of the gifts given
money for the coffers,
more the giver than the receiving
to thank the provider
for the provision
of our needs


July 19, 2007 21:38

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Under the Stars

Laying back in the canoe
out in the middle of the lake
northern Maine
June, maybe July
more than thirty years ago
a magical pure moment in time
gazing at the pallet of the sky,
the arc of the dome
separating the sky from the void beyond
a shape to it, even my mind could comprehend
grasp the enormity of the universe
a million stars or more lit for me to see
to experience this now
so long ago
on a lake
under the stars


July 19, 2007 21:28


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Trout for Breakfast

The smell of the brook trout
percolated out from the tin foil,
the butter and lemon joining
the fresh catch, cooking in the edge
of the campfire,
readying our breakfast
after a nap in the early morning light
lost in this moment of memory,
sensing it even in the moment
this would be something to treasure
a bit of joy in the morning
on the edge of the lake
beside the tent and the canoe
waiting for the catch to be ready
Trout for breakfast



July 19, 2007 21:24


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In the Candle’s Flame

I sat transfixed, enthralled,
entranced in the grip
the allure, the beauty
the magic in the flickering flame
slowly consuming the wick,
the wax, dripping down its glowing
stem, drizzling, spilling over
the edge of the precipice,
tumbling, cooling, slowing
on the fall to earth, under the spell
of the law of gravity
coil of blackened wick,
pool of liquid wax
enraptured by the blue, the yellow,
the white hot of the flame
dancing in the wisps, the chills,
the changing of the air
around the candle on the table
living flame destroying
in fantastic energy
burning bright


July 19, 2007 21:17


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A World Came Alive

The jetty changed, when the tide came in
turned its course and headed out once more
There were pools, caught between the rocks,
where barnacles fanned their tongues into the warming water
tiny snails marched across the sandy floor,
little forests of corals swaying above them,
anchored on their hard shells,
trees of seaweed towered to the top of the pool,
bent across the skin of the water
hermit crabs darted into the light and back to the safety
of the side of the pool, under the rocks once more
a world came alive, became visible to me,
in the time after the tide started going out
and the ebb of low tide


July 19, 2007 16:35

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I Could Picture His Face

A quick phone call, a recognition of his voice
instantly I saw his face, the look of his countenance
his bearing, his affect (or the lack there of),
amazing how the mind recalls, sees without seeing
memory so clear, so sure, just how he looks
I could picture his face, as if he were in the room with me
not miles away, months ago since we last talked
funny how much we remember, little details,
of hands, of skin, of sounds, of scents that trigger
a cascade of images, of textures, of certainty
an amazing thing to ponder, on a rainy afternoon
in the quiet of the office, after hanging up the phone



July 19, 2007 16:09

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A Greater Ease on His Face

I saw a change, a difference;
yes, there was still a hint of hesitance,
that has been there for a while
a sense of the hurt he carries
still heavy on his soul;
But a change in his face
an easing of the muscles,
a broader smile, breathing free air.
So different than the day,
I caught his furtive glance,
his hunched shoulders,
sunken frame,
when he was caged
boxed in, at another’s will,
unable to help his family.
Placed there by lies,
callous harm hurled his way
by one who claimed love
once upon a time
Now he remains,
at the mercy of others, in part;
But he stands erect, transformed, changed
in more ways, to walk a different path
to grow in word and ways
to bring his changed soul
to others in need
Bearing witness to the ways
God has changed him,
Forevermore



July 19, 2007 15:26

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Tuesday, July 17, 2007

In the Courtyard of the Church

In the courtyard of the church,
the little used, enjoyed,
quiet space within the four walls
halls of the church

A wonder of color, of brilliant color
of peace and reflection, of newness
and life, birds and bees,
flowers and trees
Needing tending and care
drink in the fragrant air

A bee alights on the bloom
like a bride and groom
In the quiet of the courtyard
of the church
a dance of creation at work
bringing more blooms
in the spring


July 19, 2007 14:54

























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Monday, July 16, 2007

In Praise of Weeding

Rich loam between my fingers,
grip of stems, roots, balls of grass
pull up through the rain drenched soil
smell of the mulch, the grass,
the water from heaven
A patch cleared of the unwanted
weeds pulled out of the garden
separated from the wheat,
the chaff for burning
a wonderful closeness to nature
to God’s lessons for us
through the work of my hands
pulling weeds in the garden




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In Praise of Weeding – v5
(merging original and version 4)
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In Praise of Weeding – v4
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July 16, 2007 14:04
In Praise of Weeding

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The Majesty of God; the Intimacy of God

“As I gather with many Christians, I experience the Majesty of God;
as I share in a small group of Christians I experience the Intimacy of God.”

So ended the wording of our lead pastor in his email to the Church Council of July 10, asking each of us, “Can you help me?”, as we discuss changing the church calendar to a single morning service, with time for more adult bible study and Sunday School opportunities between an 8:00am Communion service and a single traditional service at 10:15am.

I don’t know how many of us have answered the email; but I know that some of us have some difficulty with these concepts, in our own experience within the life of this church, within the small group opportunities that we have been able to share.

My belief, for what it is worth, is that we need to be able to say AMEN! to both of those statements, at least once and awhile. Many of the poems God has given me come out of the Majesty of God and the Intimacy of God. And much of that HAS been felt within my household of faith.


In the Quiet of the Circle

We sat around the living room
a more casual gathering
the small flock
listening to the word, yes;
but sharing our own
in ways we don’t in the sanctuary,
in worship. The majesty of God lives there
in the communing of the congregation,
the swelling of the choir, the sharing of bread;
but here in their room, this little slice of their life
shared with the rest of us, opening their home
to strangers becoming deeper friends,
we felt God’s closeness, with us
in the telling of our faith journeys,
each so different,
so much alike at the same time
in the quiet of the circle,
God joined us


July 10, 2007 23:56

God Joined Us

God joined us
in that intimate space
sharing our stories, our beliefs
reading the scripture together
sipping the tea, laughing
at the timely anecdote,
the common memory
the shared verse,
we love so well
Closing your eyes,
for a moment at the reading
hearing the words differently
in the quiet of the circle,
thinking on it now,
a few months past,
a smile warms my face
even now, in the wee hours
I remember well
the bible study
in their living room.


July 11, 2007 00:47


God Filled the Church

With tears pouring down my face,
washing down into my mouth
wide open
singing, praying, believing
in the power of the testimony,
the compelling
words from the chancel,
from the pulpit,
feeling them wash over me,
down from the
holy of holies,
down into Your courts
out over the congregation,
hands waving
in the warm air,
hearing the saving message
of the God who forgave her,
set her to work
with the migrant workers,
out in the blueberry fields
downeast from here,
feeling the truth in her message
the second and third,
and maybe even fourth chance God
that lifted her up
set her feet to walking a different road
one we share in ministry
in mission
in common

July 11, 2007 1:20

Joyful Tears

Tears of joy
welled up
in his heart
spilled down his cheeks
in the pew again

Frozen Yankee stoicism
melted by the telling
the knowing
of Your Word

Safe telling of ancient stories of faith,
or hopeof love
Understood better
by study
and communion

Learning together
deeper meanings
in His times
and our own.


June 26-2005 - Reflections on Pastor We Hyun Chang's final sermon and the meaning of 1 Cor. 13:13, enhanced by participation in the Disciple I bible study.

Tears

My eyes welled up
Tears rolled down my cheeks
As the choir sang
Of God’s Love and His forgiveness
Vision blurred for a few moments
So I could but see
Unburdening my heart
In your house this Sunday

You are not finished with me.
You have saved me
For what I know not yet
I pray you will steel my heart
And guide my hands and feet
To do your work.

Heavenly Father,
Thank you for this day
And your promise
Paid with your body
For all of us


July 1, 2001 12:10


Approaching the Table

We walk silently, hands cupped
rising to receive the bread,
dip into the wine, the living symbol
of his blood, his life poured out
for all, the world from beginning to end

We walk silently, sad, hopeful,
unworthy, unsteady, unready
for the gift of grace
the heavenly sustenance
at his table,

A powerful joy, washes over me
in the receiving, in the words
of the server, my hearing ears need
my Amen, to acknowledge the gift
given and received, again at his table
Smiling heart and face, knowing
the redemption in the communing


February 28, 2007 17:34

Cloth Me With Joy

Joy comes with the morning
the birthing of a new day
Cloth me in your joy Lord
wrap, cover my nakedness
my iniquity, my shame
with joy in the covenant
the abiding relationship
creator and sustainer God
Redeem me, use me
for your purposes
Gird my spirit,
carry your banner,
clothed in joy
in the dawning


July 15, 2006 22:45
Psalm 33:5b, 11c



The Intimacy of Informality

Words not rituals
casual, heart-felt words
telling the real story
of the greatest sacrifice
in all of human history
finding words to speak
of the awesome nature
of the death of an innocent
a deity paying our price
Words in a tone of transparency
taking risks, risks worth taking
to reach each questioning sheep
each member of the flock
Painful words, hope filled words
more so
for the wisdom, the prescience
the enormity of understanding


8/6/06 19:51
Saturated Believing

Our bodies,
like cloth dolls,
immersed in the living waters
of your holy word,
living sacrifices
each week
given for your pleasure


August 21, 2005 11:00, based on Romans 12:1-8 and the sermon by the Reverend Joel Guillemette, "For God’s Pleasure".

Sunday, July 15, 2007

The Good Samaritan

We Lawyers Are Good For Something
by Raymond A. Foss, Esq.
July 15, 2007
Wesley United Methodist Church, Concord, NH
Luke 10:25-37

I guess it is type-casting, or that is how Byron called it when I reminded him that I needed to do the sermon on the story of the Good Samaritan. After all, it started with an attorney… Again.

It began in Disciple I, with Pastor Joel presiding. He said he had never spent that much time in the Old Testament with an attorney. We would have discussions on the meaning of the law, how our current law flows from the Old Testament laws, rules, etc. A lawyer was of good station, as they were experts in Mosaic law and the law of Moses was central to a people governed by a theocracy for much of its history.

When we got into the New Testament, the role of the law and the role of lawyers got a little different, [Pause] and Jesus had a few things to say about it.

In Matthew 22, we read: the story of The Greatest Commandment

“34 Hearing that Jesus had silenced the Sadducees, the Pharisees got together. 35 One of them, an expert in the law, tested him with this question: 36 "Teacher, which is the greatest commandment in the Law?"
37 Jesus replied: " 'Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.' 38 This is the first and greatest commandment. 39 And the second is like it: 'Love your neighbor as yourself.' 40 All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments."

Okay, so Jesus is using the lawyer to teach. I can handle that.

Further on in Luke, Luke 11:46-52, he does get a little in the face of attorneys.

46 Jesus replied, "And you experts in the law, woe to you, because you load people down with burdens they can hardly carry, and you yourselves will not lift one finger to help them.

And in verse 52, the Lord said,

52 "Woe to you experts in the law, because you have taken away the key to knowledge. You yourselves have not entered, and you have hindered those who were entering."

Okay, so that was a little harsh; but I think today’s reading shows how lawyers can be useful, in the spreading of the Gospel, at least in the good hands of the Shepherd.

The Good Samaritan

Unlike Matthew, which is a simple statement on the greatest commandment, Luke does it a different way, with the story of the Good Samaritan; but the agent of the questioning is an expert in the law, an Attorney, again.

Last fall, I wrote this poem, A Lawyerly Question, after reading of the story of the Good Samaritan, which may be part of why he asked the questions he did.

A Lawyerly Question

It always seems, wherever I turn
we are the bad guys, the ones in the way
the ones asking Him questions, pressing for
the new law, testing the assertions,
learning the edges, the words,
“Who is our neighbor”, a logical question
Hardly worth casting aspersions over.
It was just the definition of the term of art,
the nuanced word thrown by Him into the mix
a new test of faith, of living the law of Moses,
of living the good life, the life well blessed
earning passage from Sheol, beyond the grave
the end of their days. It wasn’t a test so much
as a questioning for knowledge, learning what
He meant by the two commandments, replacing
the older ten and the laws, regulations, rules
for life, layer on layer, parsed and teased,
as they are still. Rabbinical interpretation,
the lawyers, the scribes, just doing their best
to live the life of a religious man
asking to know, the bargain, the balance,
the other side of the equation
words to live by, words of power

And today in the lectionary again, we have that story of the Good outcast, that helpful pariah once again teaching us about what Jesus meant, to live the synthesized commandment, the boiling down of all those commandments, codes, laws, regulations, rules, etc. We need to be a good neighbor.

You see, that lawyer was doing what we do. He was peeling the onion, layer by layer, to understand the meaning of the law, this new commandment. There is always more than meets the eye with the law, because the plain meaning of the words on the page are the starting point; but they are hardly ever all that there is to know.

Luke 10:27 is the heart of the Jewish faith, the foundation of the law, for it combines Deuteronomy 6:5 and Leviticus 19:18, quoted with assurance by the expert in the law.

27 He answered, " 'Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind'; and, 'Love your neighbor as yourself.'"

The next part of the scripture, the parable itself, raises questions on the understanding of the religious leaders, the people of Israel, on the true meaning of these words of faith, for Jesus responds,

28 "You have answered correctly," Jesus replied. "Do this and you will live."

In Jesus’ first answer, we are given but the starting point. Sure, it sounds all well and good; but that isn’t how the law works. We all know who our neighbor is, right?

Where does the neighborhood end? Would your answer be different if we lived in the age when people walked? What about some streets? Do you go to them? Are the people who live there really your neighbors?

This lawyer had been tested. He knew the score. He needed to know more, where those fine lines were to be drawn. So, he asked the follow up question, that next line of questioning, as any good interrogator would.

He knew the story of Job, that righteous man so tested by the Devil, at the Creator’s acquiescence. He knew of the challenges to follow every law. He knew of the Messiah, the fulfillment. So, he asks:

29 But he wanted to justify himself, so he asked Jesus, "And who is my neighbor?"

Jesus, here in Luke isn’t quite as clear and in your face as he is in John. No, he isn’t quite as direct. He speaks in Parables in the synaptic gospels, in Matthew, Mark, Luke. So, we get a lesson, a story, maybe so we can understand it. Maybe so we can ponder it over time, so its truths can speak to us as they can whenever we pick up the text, at whatever place we are at in our life’s journey.

There is real meaning, depth of discovery in the choices Jesus makes in telling the tale. He could have had three ordinary Jews as the actors, He could have had two leaders and a Jewish man; but he adds a Samaritan, an enemy, to the parable, to give it universal meaning.

A Jew was on the road and he hurt.

A Priest went by and didn’t help.

A Levite went by and didn’t help.

These were countrymen. These were leaders of the Temple, of the theocracy, the people set apart to serve the Chosen People. But they couldn’t stop, crossed to the other side, away from the sick, beaten, injured Jew.

No, it was the outcast, the foreigner, the Samaritan, a member of a people who hated the Jews, who came to his aid. Their holy mountain was not in Zion; their beliefs were much like those of the Jews, the believed in the Torah, the Pentateuch; but they were like the Shiites to the Jews being like the Sunnis. Enemies, brothers, these are the source of the worst kind of fighting.

And this Samaritan didn’t just aid him on the road, send this piteous Jew onto his feet and send him on his way, no this person from below the Jewish caste system had mercy for this injured enemy, took him to an inn and paid for his stay.

At the end of the lesson came the test. The Savior asked the lawyer the pivotal question, that would change the paradigm of who your neighbor is. He asked

36 "Which of these three do you think was a neighbor to the man who fell into the hands of robbers?"

37 The expert in the law replied, "The one who had mercy on him."
Jesus told him, "Go and do likewise."

Ah, now we are given the orders of the Savior, the servant-king, the man who would walk those steps to the cross. It is not the actor on the ground, we are not looking at the injured man as our neighbor, whether he is one of us or not. No, we are to understand that even an enemy in need must be comforted. The test of who the neighbor is is within us.

We are to be the good neighbor, not by station, not by earning, not by piling offerings, not by birthright. By being a neighbor, to whoever needs our help. It isn’t the neighbor that defines who your neighbor is, it is your action in the face of need of anyone. Everyone is your neighbor, if you are to live the commandment to love your neighbor as yourself.

I wrote this poem, Parsing the Parable, on Friday morning, July 6, 2007.

Parsing the Parable

“And who is our neighbor?”,
a lawyer asked so long ago,
testing the Teacher,
to know the meaning of the
law, the actors in the words.
Needing the definition section
of the law, to understand the limits,
the bounds, of the command,
the scope of the edict,
“to love our neighbors as ourselves”.

An answer in a parable,
itself needing context,
interpretation, to understand
the ancient law, and
the changed message,
the Good News.
A broadening of the
bounds, the limits,
who is our neighbor
How we act, not who we are,
that defines the term,
and that makes all the difference.

Transition / Conclusion

We have touched on this lesson of reversal, of inclusion, in the sermons of the pastors here in church recently. I would highlight but two of them.

Acts 11:1-18

The first is the story of Peter’s vision on the foods he could eat. We visited that scripture in May. How telling is that scripture, because again it is the changing of the rules, who we are to associate with. The Jewish believers were complaining because the Gentiles were being saved.

Who is clean and unclean; who is our neighbor? It starts with the Levitical dietary rules; but it is so much more than that. Who a Jew could dine with was another measure of who was there neighbor. Again, through Peter’s Vision, we are told that the ancient law has changed. “What God has made clean, you must not call profane.” All of us have been made clean by the sacrifice and resurrection of Jesus Christ. All are our neighbors.

Galatians 5:1 & 13-25

I think another way to think about all of this is to think about the lessons Pastor Lori helped us learn two weeks ago, in her sermon, “The Pursuit of Freedom: License of Liberty”, that she shared with the congregation on July 1.

The whole passage is boiled down in verses 13 and 14 – “For you were called to freedom, brothers and sisters;* only do not use your freedom as an opportunity for self-indulgence,* but through love become slaves to one another. For the whole law is summed up in a single commandment, ‘You shall love your neighbour as yourself.’”

We are to use the freedom that we earned through Christ’s saving grace to become our neighbor’s keeper, and not just our good neighbor next door.

We are to be the good neighbor around the world, far and near, black or white, young or old, Jew and Gentile, until none of those distinctions mean anything at all. To be the good neighbor that Jesus is calling that single attorney to be, is to be as my poem is entitled (using Paul’s letter to the Galatians, “Slaves to One Another”).

Slaves to One Another

Agape love, that is what Paul
calls us to exhibit, to live
to fall as servants, to meet
the needs of our neighbors.
as we would love ourselves,
so must we be to them,
if we all did so, what,
oh what would be
the state of this troubled world.
If we used our freedom,
given by the Creator, by the Savior
to reject our own desires,
and became slaves to one another.

It is our enemy who we must see as our neighbor, to truly understand the love for those in need that Jesus was talking of. He wasn’t talking about a simple love, of our neighbor next door, down the street, in our circle. We were taught to love our enemy in need just as our friends, just as ourselves. This made me think again of the choice our country made to use torture. We too see ourselves as a country set apart. As Ronald Reagan said so many times, we are that shining city on the hill. That is part of why we got out of the malaise of the late 1970’s, seeing us that way. That is all the more troubling that we have chosen to use torture. I wrote the following poem about that.

We Have Become What we Abhor

Murderous madmen, willing
to abuse, to torture,
to inflict pain, indiscriminate
heartless, oft calculated
Unlike us, held up for ridicule,
sanction, censure, until now

We have changed, because of our hurt,
our anger, our loss,
become what we abhor;
become the madmen
committing atrocities
become that which we hate

To follow the example of Jesus Christ, we must love our enemies. They are our neighbors too. We must love them, even when they are hurting us, just as he said while he was on the cross, “forgive them, for they know not what they do.” So must we; we must do likewise, and live.

Ending

So, maybe, just maybe, by asking that winning question, to try to earn his way into heaven, to avoid eternity going down to Sheol (as I wrote of in the first of the poems), that lawyer in Luke really did serve a purpose, because he didn’t just ask one question, he asked two, and Jesus spoke to all of us through him in answering them both. The single commandment to love our neighbors becomes the Great Commission, to create unity throughout the world, to be good neighbors to all. To truly love all and to help all in need.

AMEN.



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