Saturday, May 04, 2013

Sermon, "To Stand in the Presence of God", by Raymond A. Foss, to be preached at Suncook United Methodist Church, May 5, 2013


To Stand in the Presence of God

Good morning

Let us pray, God may the meditations of my heart and the words of my mouth be pleasing in your sight, no, may they be your words, to share with the world. Amen.

In addition to the Psalter, and the passage from John and the reading from Acts, here now is a reading from the book of Revelation, chapter 21, verses 10, and 22 to 27 continuing to Revelations Chapter 22, verses 1 to 6, and I will be reading from the Common English Bible this morning.

Listen for the good news from God to you and me, the people of God. . .


Oh to have been on that hillside, having walked with the Lord. To have been with him, risen, knowing we are restored. To believe because we had seen, to have walked with Jesus.

Knowing the cross, but also knowing Easter. To stand in the presence of God, to feel Christ with us. To go into the wilderness, even as he ascended. To hear his final words, his commission, his victory. To watch as he ascended, to go into the world.

If we cannot imagine the Ascension, if we cannot believe Easter, if we do not live Pentecost, all the days of our lives, if we don’t follow the Great Commission, if we don’t say with Joshua, “as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord”, what is the point, why do we claim Jesus, if we do not love, if we do not love as he did, how can we say we are his disciples.

We are commissioned, we are commanded by our risen Lord, through the power of resurrection; we are called to share the message, to be light in this world.

To stand in the presence of God, to walk yoked to Jesus, we are called to feel his sweat, to feel the Spirit in us.

We are not to ask what would Jesus do, but to sense his Spirit guiding, leading us in this life, listening for his message, for the call on our lives.

Today is Ascension Sunday, the sixth Sunday of Easter, the day when our Risen Lord finally got to complete his journey on earth and go home, to rise to heaven to be reunited with God in a more personal way than when he walked the earth. Finally, it was truly finished, as he had said on the cross.

All that he had accomplished, for us meaningless unless we center ourselves, our very lives, on the cross of Jesus, on the Resurrection, the Great Commission, the Ascension, and the power of Pentecost.

Where do we ground ourselves? Do we live because of the power of the cross of Jesus?

As Pastor Ruth has been challenging us during Eastertide, especially as she challenged us last week, when she asked us “How will we choose to live our lives?”

It is a question for each of our lives and it is a question for our family as this church, part of the body of Christ here and around the world.

The scriptures today and this week tell us

In Psalm 67, we here the prayer of the people. It begins with the prayer fulfilled in rest of the scripture for today. To see God face to face, to feel His glow upon us.

That the whole world would fear, or honor God, that we would all become the select, that we would all be as Moses, whose face shone when he had come into the presence of God. To be illumined by the light within. Walking with the Creator, the living God.

In John 14 we hear Christ’s promise, to send us the Spirit of God, to fall down upon us, just as we will celebrate in two weeks on Pentecost, when Pastor Ruth is back preaching.

Christ calls us to show ourselves as his children, to truly love God, to obey Christ’s teachings, to keep his word; to listen to the Advocate, the Companion, the Friend, the Holy Spirit; who will come down.

This is the promise, the answer of the Messiah, that we long for the hope of the people, that was raised in the prayer in the Psalm.

In the Acts 16 scripture we see the faithful missionary Paul, taking the word to the ends of the earth, to the far off country, to the Gentiles, to the riverside in Phillipi, to share the message with the people there, with Lydia, who hears the message and longs to be baptized, she and her whole family.

Then, reborn, she offers comfort to Paul and to Luke, to the missionaries, letting them stay with her family, in her home. This is how the message was spread, by faith and an openness to the calling of God, to the Spirit’s leading, out into the world. God dwelling with us, in the Spirit within

Revelations 21, as it did in the reading last week, sets the stage, that glorious future, when the old is cast away and the New Jerusalem descends, and we can live with God forever. The glorious image of the new heaven, where God will walk with us.

But, more than that, finally in Revelations 22 we are brought to conclusion, brings it all home, completing the circle of the prayer of Psalm 67, when the new heaven comes and we enter into God’s glory.

Revelations 22:4-5 reads:
4 They will see his face, and his name will be on their foreheads. 5 Night will be no more. They won’t need the light of a lamp or the light of the sun, for the Lord God will shine on them, and they will rule forever and always.

The prayer is fulfilled and there is no need for the Temple, just as in Acts, there is no synagogue.

We will dwell with God, our lives will shine in God’s presence. We will shine like Moses, bathed truly in the light of God! The whole city will be aglow in the light of the Creator and the light of the Lamb, restoring our union, broken since the Fall.

The Spirit is the bridge, the perfector of our faith since the Ascension, the rising, Christ returning to God. The Spirit is the Advocate, the Companion, the Friend, teaching us, leading, until Christ’s return.

Imagine  - Shining with God’s glory

no sun, no moon, no sea
God will illumine the nations
the light of God alive
we are like Moses
Shining with your Glory
our hope in that day
when God comes from heaven
and we walk in the way

What a glorious future, what a promise that is that we can hold onto?

Do you believe it? Do you trust the word of God? Do you shine that light that you have been given? Does the Spirit burn within you? Does your face shine like Moses?

Tap into that well, into the power of the cross of Jesus, the power of resurrection, the power of Pentecost, the promise of tomorrow; look he is coming, to bring us new life, to dwell with us, to prepare us for that day, when Jerusalem will descend and we live in the light of God!

Amen.


May 1, 2013
Worship Theme: “Ascension Sunday:
The Great Things God’s Love Does”
John 14:23-29
Acts 16:9-15
Revelations 21:10, 22:1-5
Call to Worship
Unison Prayer (Psalter Psalm 67, UMH 791)
Prayer of Dedication
Message for Children
and sermon “To Stand in the Presence of God”
by Raymond A. Foss
substituting for Pastor Ruth Foss
A Handmaiden of the Lord
Suncook United Methodist Church
Suncook, NH
May 5, 2013
Ascension Sunday


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In Mission – v2



In Mission to the people 
of that simple place
people of that land,
roots deep in that rough scrabble
eeking out life on that land,
the sea, the open ocean before
the blueberry fields,
the forest behind
out on the edge of our land.
Going there in mission
hoping to serve them
make their lives just a bit easier



Edited May 4, 2013
“In Mission – v2”
August 5, 2007 10:00am
“In Mission”
On the start of our mission trip,
from Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH and from First United Methodist Church,
Hudson, MA to Jacksonville and Machias, ME
to the Down East Maine Mission,
Jacksonville United Methodist Campground,
East Machias, ME

All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 23,220+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.

Adding Our Hands – v2



We departed to serve
blessed by our brothers,
our sisters, in worship
Setting out this glorious Sunday ‘morn
to add our hands to their work
young and older
putting our feet to our faith.

Heading Downeast, to add our hands,
to be His hands, His feet,
His love, fellow servants
with our brothers and sisters
our neighbors, fellow pilgrims,
out there, by the blueberry fields


Edited May 4, 2013
“Adding Our Hands – v2”
August 5, 2007 9:46
“Adding Our Hands”
On the start of our mission trip,
from Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH and from First United Methodist Church,
Hudson, MA to Jacksonville and Machias, ME
to the Down East Maine Mission,
Jacksonville United Methodist Campground,
East Machias, ME

All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 23,220+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.

Energy – v2



Energy, passion
flowed from his manner,
his words, his motion,
his bringing us with him
his attention to detail,
as he told the story.

So willing to spend the time
to share the news of their promise
their potential, being met
growing together, normal,
in the same classrooms
seeing their learning, side by side

Wall broken down and
barriers overcome
together,
side by side
student, children
normal in their eyes



Edited May 4, 2013
“Energy – v2
July 30, 2007 18:58
“Energy”
Written about the presentation
“Everyone is Different, Everyone Belongs”,
at the 14th Annual Education Law Conference
by Joe Petner, outgoing Principal at the Haggerty School, Cambridge, MA
a fully inclusive K-6 public school

All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 23,210+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.

Under the Stars – v2



Closing my eyes
to gather in the starlight
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
a swash painted o’er me
to experience this now
so long ago
on a lake
under the stars


edited August 21, 2015
Breaking Camp – v7
(editing version 3)
edited July 18, 2015
Breaking Camp – v6
(editing version 5)
edited April 21, 2015
The Skin of the Lake – v7
(editing original)
edited April 21, 2015
Breaking Camp – v5
(editing original again)
edited April 19, 2015
The Skin of the Lake – v6
(editing original again)
edited April 17, 2015
The Skin of the Lake – v5
(editing version 4)
edited April 16, 2015
Flowing North – v4
(editing version 3)
edited April 16, 2015
the spell of the night – v3
(editing version 2)
edited April 16, 2015
Under the Stars – v3
(editing version 2)
edited April 16, 2015
The Ledges – v5
(editing version 4)
edited April 15, 2015
Breaking Camp – v4
(editing version 3)
Edited May 4, 2013
“The Skin of the Lake – v4
Edited February 23, 2013
“The Skin of the Lake – v3”
Edited February 23, 2013
“The Skin of the Lake – v2”
July 28, 2010
“The Skin of the Lake”
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edited April 16, 2015
The Ledges – v5
(editing version 4)
edited May 2, 2013
“the spell of the night – v2”
new poem, February 23, 2013
“the spell of the night”
&
Edited February 23, 2013
“The Skin of the Lake – v3”
Edited February 23, 2013
“The Skin of the Lake – v2”
July 28, 2010
“The Skin of the Lake”
&
Edited May 4, 2013
“Under the Stars – v2”
July 19, 2007 21:28
“Under the Stars”
&
edited April 14, 2014
“Breaking Camp – v3”
(editing original again)
Edited May 4, 2013
“Breaking Camp – v2”
November 23, 2006 18:00
“Breaking Camp”
&
edited December 7, 2014
Free Time – v3
edited May 28, 2014
Free Time – v2
posted May 24, 2004
Free Time
saved March 26, 2004
&
Edited November 2, 2013
“The Ledges – v4”
Edited May 4, 2013
“The Ledges – v3”
Edited September 20, 2012
“The Ledges – v2”
editing the original again
inspired by reading it at Poets’ Corner
monthly poetry reading,
at the Suncook Senior Center
September 10, 2012
 “The Ledges”
Written July 14, 2000.
It is based on a single night in the summer of 1977 when I was part of a group from Claremont's Stevens High School that canoed the Allagash in northern Maine.
Allagash Wilderness Waterway
&
It was the third and final major canoe trip I went on (Saco River in 1975 starting in Fryeburg, ME, Allagash in 1976-July-ish when it was warmer and slower). This trip was earlier, in May, when the water ran faster and the time was spent moving down river with the flow of the river. Nights were a lot cooler and the food was a lot different. Many of us had bad hypothermia the first night because it was a cold rain and none of us had unpacked our bags to pull out the foul weather gear. I remember well having to strip off all of my cold wet clothes and sharing a sleeping bag with another camper. The night written about here started innocently enough. We arrived at this particular campsite on Eagle Lake (or Churchill Lake) earlier than normal, because of the river's current. We all set up each tent and set the dinner fire going. I think it was fried bologna. We all turned in early. We were tired. The moon rose before 11. There were ants and black flies everywhere. One of the campers had to sit by the fire at each campsite to ward off the black flies. Anyway, one by one we all realized we weren't going to sleep any more that night. Before am, we were all pacing around, uneasy. The leaders all agreed to put out for the next camp. We weren't in any rush at am though. This was the way I felt about this night. After we put in mid morning at the next site, I remember the wonderful brook trout we caught and I can still taste it, twenty-three years later. I think these times, when I was moving from Massachusetts to New Hampshire, when I was canoeing the Saco and then the Allagash were some of the happiest of my high school days. On the 1976 trip, from Massachusetts, I found the canoe paddle I wrote about in the poem "Wind" I always talked about going back to the Allagash; but I have never gone back. It wasn't until 22 years later that I finally got my canoe again.

All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 38,980+ of my poems at www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.

Blueberry Stories – v2



A moment of sheer panic
assuaged by the promise
the assertion, the utterance
Oh, she’ll come back,
with “Blueberry Stories”

And she will, she told me
in hearing this story, this tale
of four-year-old fears
of losing their Pastor Lori
in the wilds of the Downeast
the wilds of Maine

The departing of the mission trip
now only a day away
needing the assurance
of the faithful return
to still the trembling lip
the welling up of her eyes
this urgent morning


Edited May 4, 2013
Blueberry Stories – v2”
August 12, 2006 15:03
“Blueberry Stories”
On the panic of our then 4 year old,
Shanequa, in the narthex of our church
the prospect of not seeing the Associate Pastor,
her beloved Pastor Lori,
for the week of the multi-generational
mission trip to be with the migrant workers
in downeast Maine, for the blueberry harvest
from Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH and from First United Methodist Church,
Hudson, MA to Jacksonville and Machias, ME
to the Down East Maine Mission,
Jacksonville United Methodist Campground,
East Machias, ME



All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 39,380+ of my poems at www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.

A Lobster Pot – v2



A lobster pot
tossed by the sea
onto the sharp rocks
wedged in the jetty
between the boulders
of the breakwater
pristine, but barnacled,
seaweeded, lost, adrift
crashed where we found it
in the jagged wet rocks,
on the Maine coast
that long ago summer

climbing down among the stones
to bring it up, into the light
no minor feat
Lug the dead weight
weighed down by bricks
down the jetty, to the beach
abandoning our find,
our catch
to true owners
claiming their rights
as we left the rocks
and touched the hot sand


Edited May 4, 2013
“A Lobster Pot – v2”
March 11, 2007 15:23
“A Lobster Pot”

All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 23,210+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.

Walking Down to Camp – v2



Through the woods,
dense around me
walking to the camp

A joy in the solitude, footsteps
on the soft dirt road,
a verdant garden,
forever damp in shadow

lush woods, forest, with
the scent of pine, of decay,
of growing plants, ripe berries
of bubbling brook,

green and brown forest
lost in thought,
in the present captive


Edited May 4, 2013
“Walking Down to Camp – v2”
Title 8/8/07, poem started 8/11/07 11:30, finished August 12, 2007 20:22
“Walking Down to Camp”
Our mission trip,
from Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH and from First United Methodist Church,
Hudson, MA to Jacksonville and Machias, ME
to the Down East Maine Mission,
Jacksonville United Methodist Campground,
East Machias, ME

All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 23,210+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.

to be found faithful



a deep longing
within her, within us
to walk humbly
yet to be found faithful
to the will of God
to walk in God’s presence
answering God’s call
to be a faithful witness
giving God our all


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May 4, 2013
Acts 16:13-15
Lydia
Acts 16:9-15
Upper Room Disciplines for 2013
April 29, 2013 to May 5, 2013
“Reflections on Home”
by Doreen M. McFarlane
for May 3, 2013
read May 3, 2013
&
Acts 16:9-12
Acts 16:9-15
Upper Room Disciplines for 2013
April 29, 2013 to May 5, 2013
“Reflections on Home”
by Doreen M. McFarlane
for May 2, 2013
read May 2, 2013


All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 23,210+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.

to come closer to God


down by the river
worshipping under the sky
a yearning, a longing
to come closer to God

open to the message
the gift of the witness voice
the message of salvation
the healing at the cross

down by the river
waiting for the word
life came to her
open to God’s call


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May 4, 2013
Acts 16:13-15
Lydia
Acts 16:9-15
Upper Room Disciplines for 2013
April 29, 2013 to May 5, 2013
“Reflections on Home”
by Doreen M. McFarlane
for May 3, 2013
read May 3, 2013
&
Acts 16:9-12
Acts 16:9-15
Upper Room Disciplines for 2013
April 29, 2013 to May 5, 2013
“Reflections on Home”
by Doreen M. McFarlane
for May 2, 2013
read May 2, 2013


All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 23,210+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.

listen with eager hearts


hungry for the words
as they were by the river side
changed forever
by the word of God
listen with eager hearts
the message the same
one God, eternal
to heal, to restore
to seal the ancient breach
to bring us back to God
into the garden again



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May 4, 2013
Acts 16:13-15
Lydia
Acts 16:9-15
Upper Room Disciplines for 2013
April 29, 2013 to May 5, 2013
“Reflections on Home”
by Doreen M. McFarlane
for May 3, 2013
read May 3, 2013
&
Acts 16:9-12
Acts 16:9-15
Upper Room Disciplines for 2013
April 29, 2013 to May 5, 2013
“Reflections on Home”
by Doreen M. McFarlane
for May 2, 2013
read May 2, 2013


All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 23,210+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.