Tuesday, December 04, 2007

Seeing the Words

Writing is so much about
seeing the words, the constellations,
points of light against the black sky,
the mind’s eye of unconsciousness
knitting the words into the tapestry,
the fabric they were meant to be
gossamer wings and steely gravitas
blended or plucked from the ether
such is the process of inspiration
finding the words, already stitched together
woven tight with strong bonds
phrases and thoughts tied together
already formed, ready to be discovered
seen and printed onto the page

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December 4, 2007 12:25pm
“seeing the words”
about writing poetry, when it is a gift of God,
transcribing the words God already wrote


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King of the Mountain

A sermon on transformation
on seeing the world with the eyes of God
loving the world, wanting peace
transforming weapons, things of pain
into things for good, for food and farming
of a king like none other,
bowing as a servant, caring for enemies
taking on our sin
a king of the mountain,
unlike any childhood game
we ever shared
A king on the mountain
Golgotha, the Skull,
nailed to a cross
transforming our fate
our world, with peace
and with love

December 4, 2007 9:57am
Isaiah 2:1-5
Based on the sermon, “Preparing for Peace”,
by Reverend Peter Hey,
Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH, December 2, 2007

Friday, November 30, 2007

Sermon - "You Can’t Take It with You", given by Ruth L. Foss, Sanbornville United Methodist Church, Wakefield, NH, September 30, 2007

1 Timothy

There is an old song that goes Money makes the world go around…the world go around …the world go around. Money makes the world go around…that clinking clanking sound” from Cabaret. /it reminds me of how society is today. If you don’t have money…you have nothing, are nothing, you have not accomplished anything in life. What a way we live today...all stressed out because we have too little money and stressed out because we have too much and have a new set of issues we have to deal with because of it. How can we find balance…find peace…be truly happy in this life we live?

The Epistle reading from 1 Timothy this morning is a wealth of information for us. It tells us of the problems with earthly treasure but it also tells us what the true treasure we should be looking for…aspiring to find. It is a road map for us on the road of “Christian Perfection” that John Wesley talked about so many times. It gives us a guide line to live by.

The text tells us that “there is great gain in godliness combined with contentment”. We need to be content with what God has given us. Oh sure…someone else might look as if they have more than us but…what is the cost they are paying. Someone might have a better job than us but at what price. Are they in poor health because of the stress of their job? Do they have quality family time…do they even have a family…because of their jobs demands? Are they truly happy in their life or are they just “faking it until they make it”?

This reminds me of one of my favorite Children’s movies…have any of you ever seen “Finding Nemo”? It is a story of two clown fish in the ocean…Marlin, the dad, and Nemo, his son. It is all about their adventures in the ocean. Well…there are these seagulls in the movie…they crack me up every time I watch the movie. My daughters always say “here’s your favorite part mom.” Every time they see something they consider food, they are always going around saying “mine…mine…mine…” This reminds me of how some people are in this day and age when it comes to possessions. Everything is “mine” and if it is not “mine”, they have to figure out a way to make it “mine.” What a sad way to live…having to posses all that you see and not being able to enjoy what you have.

We brought nothing into this world and take nothing when we leave and go onto glory. Everything we have is a gift from God. God has “loaned us” what we have and when we are gone…it goes to…it is gifted to...someone else. The only thing that we actually bring into the world is our sinful nature but praise be to God and God’s great mercy…we are forgiven through the blood of our Risen Lord Jesus Christ and we are able to go on to Perfection and glory.

We need to be content with what we have…food…clothing…roof over our heads…our Spiritual gifts. Everything is a gift from God and when we are not content with what we have…we walk that fine line of telling God that He is unfair. It’s like saying that management is unfair to its employees. We need to be careful of this attitude because what God gives us…God can take away. It’s His right…it belongs to Him anyway and then where would we be. We would have even less than what we were complaining about in the first place.

This reminds me of children. Being a mother of 3…I have seen the “management is unfair attitude with my daughters.

Ø Story of someone having more than the other.
Many of us fall into temptation and are trapped by many senseless and harmful desires that plunge us into ruin and destruction.
Ø We need to keep up with the Jones’
Ø We have credit card debt
Ø We love money more than our fellow man
Ø Having more stuff but being stressed out because we have to get more stuff or have to keep our stuff safe from harm.

I was watching “the Chronicles of Narnia” with my oldest daughter the other night. I don’t know how many of you have seen it but it is a great movie. There was a character in the movie named Edmond.

Ø Edmonds story.
Many people…in their eagerness to be rich have wandered away from the faith and have pierced themselves with many pains. Unfortunately we see that even in some of our churches today. They are more concerned with the growth of their church that they don’t see the people in the world around them. They don’t see the lost chances to minister to those right in their own backyard. They miss the opportunity to share the love of Christ with those closest to them.

This reminds me of the Luke scripture we read this morning about the rich man and Lazarus.

Ø Luke Parable paraphrased.
This story illustrates how difficult it is to love God and your neighbor when our treasure is great wealth and possessions. You will love one and hate the other…you can’t have it both ways.

What can we do to avoid the fate of the rich man? How are we to live in a world that is obsessed with money and power? In today’s Epistle from Timothy…it tells us what we should do and how we should live our lives. It is found in vs. 11-12 and 17-19. We are told to flee from all this…this way of thinking. We are to purse righteousness, godliness, faith and love. We need to pursue endurance and gentleness.

We as Christians…are to fight the good fight…look to eternal things not the temporal things around us. Temporal tings are nice but…they don’t last very long…they are here one moment and gone the next. Eternal…heavenly things…are made to last an eternity.

WE are not to be arrogant or put our trust and hope in the wealth we have…be it either money or power or Spiritual gifts. These were given to us by God…not of our own making. God provides us with everything for our enjoyment. We need to be rich in good deeds and be willing to share what we have…what God has so richly lavished upon us…to those around us. We need to reach out to those around us with these wonderful…undeserved…gifts and not keep them to ourselves.

We have a choice to make in life…we can either be like the rich man in Luke’s Gospel lesson and receive our reward in the temporal world or we can share what we have therefore storing up our reward in heaven. We can either be like society with its “dog eat dog” way of living or follow the example of our Risen Lord Jesus Christ and His “all for one…one for all” attitude that leads to eternal glory.

AMEN

Sermon - "The Art of Forgiving", given by Ruth L. Foss, Sanbornville United Methodist Church, Sanbornville, NH, November 25, 2007

Luke 23:33-43

Have you ever done anything for someone out of the goodness of your heart? How about for someone who has done you wrong…someone who has made fun of you and mocked you…someone who has stolen from you…or even someone who you know has done something wrong to someone you love? If you’re like me…it is a hard thing to do. How about forgiving someone who has done you wrong or someone you love…or even someone who you don’t even know who does something wrong…something evil to someone else? To truly forgive someone who has done wrong is a tuff thing to do. It’s our human nature. We want to see someone pay for what they have done to us or those we love…they deserve whatever they get for what they have done. But here…on the cross…Jesus shows us a different way of life. We are shown a radical forgiveness.

Jesus’ ministry on earth was pretty radical to begin with. Instead of fighting we were told to love one another as ourselves…instead of cursing our enemies we were told to pray for them…instead of thinking of our self first we were told to think of ourselves last…the last shall be first and the first shall be last. And now…here on the cross…we are shown that we are to forgive…even unto death. Jesus’ words from the cross found in vs. 34 “Father, forgive them: for they do not know what they are doing”…ushers in a new way of life for us as Christians. We are shown…no we are commanded…to forgive no matter what.

But…in these passages from Luke…I see another thing that we should do. We need to not only forgive but we need to truly forgive. When the thief asked in verse 42 “Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom”…he is asking for Jesus’ forgiveness and to be remembered by him. Jesus in turn completely forgives him of his sin when he tells the thief “Truly I tell you, today you will be with me in Paradise.”

I can only imagine how that thief felt when he was totally forgiven of his sins…to know and trust that he would be in Paradise with the Messiah. He knew that he deserved the death that he was facing. He knew he had done wrong in life. But …he also knew who Jesus was and that only he could truly forgive him of his sins.

My husband Ray wrote a poem about this conversation on the cross. I think it fits well with the scene that was taking place there. It is called “Asking for Forgiveness”. It reads:

In the pain of the cross,
shared by each of them, he asked
he asked for forgiveness
of the king, on the cross beside him
asking for forgiveness, for entry
through the narrow gate
the way to heaven
through the son
And the King forgave
promised him grace
and presence in paradise
that very day
What a joy that must have been
in the midst of the pain,
the humiliation, the taunting
he was to see the savior
in paradise, in forgiveness

What a joy…what freedom…this criminal must have felt on the cross…Freed from sin by God himself. WOW!

In giving forgiveness to others…we not only free ourselves from the burden of anger, of resentment, and yes even from hatred…but we also free the person who is asking for forgiveness from their sin of doing something wrong to us…from the guilt they are feeling. Let me give you an example…Someone comes and asks you for forgiveness…You say to them “yah whatever” and go about your business. Is that true forgiveness…or are you just brushing them off? Now let’s try another way…Someone comes to you and asks for forgiveness…you look at them and say something like “I forgive you, I don’t like what happened and it may take me a little while to get over it, but I do forgive you.” In this case…you are forgiving them but you are also letting them know that what they did hurt you but you are willing to work through it so that you can be at peace with what they did within yourself. This gives both you and the person who is asking for forgiveness a feeling of being free.

In reading this account in Luke…we see that both of the criminals asked to be saved. The first did so out of unbelief (Are you not the Messiah? Save yourself and us!)…the other out of faith (Jesus remember me when you come into your kingdom). The first acknowledges no wrongs and criticizes Jesus…the other his guilt and Jesus’ innocence. The first received nothing…the other all that he asked for. In order to receive forgiveness we must ask for it. We need to admit we are wrong and want to make amends for what we have done. I would like to share with you another poem…yes it’s by Ray…it is about the moment when we face our sin and ask for forgiveness. It’s called “Jesus remember me”

The sinner, in a moment of awareness
of truth about himself,
the man who was God beside him
an innocent man on the cross
“Jesus, remember me
when You come in Your kingdom!”
A prayer like none other,
but one we share, at whatever moment
when we face our sin
and beg for the grace offered
available from the father
by the blood of the son
the lamb on the altar
given for our redemption
once and for all time
In the asking, he, like we
are saved

Forgiveness…why is it so hard to do? Why do our ego’s get so bruised? Why do we do things to each other that we need to ask for forgiveness? Well…we live in a fallen world. We are told by society to look out for number one…you need to be on top no matter what…just do whatever you need to do to get there. Never admit you are wrong and when you are wrong…blame someone else (boy that one’s been around since Adam and Eve). As Children of God…as Co-Heirs with Christ…we too are called to a radical ministry. No one said it would be easy but if we are to be transformed into the likeness of Christ we must keep trying to make the changes that need to be made. We need to renew…uncondition…our minds and recondition them in the likeness of Christ.

We also need to learn to forgive ourselves in order to be able to forgive others. We human beings are sometimes reluctant to accept forgiveness. WE continue to recall our sins and failures, unable to forgive ourselves even when God has forgiven us. We know that nothing will separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus, but we often act as if we are unforgivable…disbelieving that God’s anger is but for a moment; His favor is for a lifetime. If we can’t forgive ourselves…how can we extend forgiveness to others?

So…how do we begin on this road of radical forgiveness? One way I have found is to pray for those who hurt you. Not just pray that they will see the wrong that they have done but also for God to soften your heart towards them…for God to reveal any part that you may have played in the situation…for God’s grace to forgive. Another way I have found is a great visual. It was in one of the devotionals I read from the Spiritual Formation Bible. It was very powerful to me and I hope it helps you too.

If there is a person that you cannot forgive
Open your arms wide
Breathe deeply and let Jesus pray within you:
“Father, forgiven them; for they do not know what they are doing”

Believe me…this is a powerful way of asking for help to forgive. It reminds you that you have been forgiven for your sins and that you should do the same for others whose sin is more than likely less than what Jesus went to the cross for you.

Forgiveness…it is a hard process but with the grace of God all things are possible…even forgiveness from the Cross on Calvary.

AMEN

Sermon - "Shaken but Not Stirred", given by Ruth L. Foss, Sanbornville United Methodist Church, Wakefield, NH, November 11, 2007

(Read Haggai 1:15b-2:9)
Wow…a moving and a shaken…when our God moves…when our Creator creates…there is a whole lot of shaken going on. Is our God awesome or what? (Glory to God) I can only imagine the scene when God moves in this way. I am sure that during the creation of the world…God spoke…the earth trembled…and came into being.

In the scripture from Haggai…I am sure that the Israelites too were shaken during this part of their history…but shaken in a different way. They were finally able to start rebuilding the temple…but the task…what a task they had. There was the temple of the Lord…laying in ruin…nothing but rubble…sitting on the ground in front of them. How were they going to take on this task?

I am sure that there were many people in the remnant that remembered the temple the way it was. They probably had some wonderful times there and remember it in its grandeur (This had been Solomon’s temple after all…can you imagine how it looked in its day?). There also must have been some of the “old timers” that remembered how the temple was and now…here was this new building being built and…it wasn’t the same. Now…as they looked upon the rubble of the temple…they became discouraged…all those memories…lying in ruin. They must have been shaken to their…very…core.

I am sure that many of us today can relate to …empathize with…these remnant people of God. That phone call in the middle of the night…the telegram we receive from a relative…that test result we were expecting. All these things…and many more…can shake us to our very core. We look at the rubble of our lives and we too wonder how can we go on? We remember how it used to be but cannot have the past back…we must press on.

Not just the personal things in our lives can cause us to shake. How many of you like to read the news paper or watch the news on TV? I know with me…I am not happy with all that I see and hear. There is death and destruction all around us. There are wars, abuse, slavery and the like in the world and truthfully church…it shakes me to my very core. I think to myself…how can something that God meant to be beautiful turn so ugly? The problem is so wide spread how can it ever change? How can we…as Christians…take courage in this day and age? When I begin to ask these questions to myself…there is one piece of scripture that stands out in my mind that gives me hope. It is found in Jeremiah 29 vs. 11 “For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” God is in control…even when we don’t see it. He is working out His plan…even if we don’t understand it.
The next thing that God says…through Haggai… is a message of hope for Israel…as well as for us today. God tells the people to take courage…work…for I am with you…for I…am…with…you…according to the promise that I made when you came out of Egypt. What hope that must have given them…the Lord their God was with them…and the Lord keeps His promises! What hope it gives us today when we stand before our temples in ruin? We can take hope for the Lord is with us… always. Not only did the Lord promise to be with them…He went further to bring them hope. God tells the people…His chosen ones…that “My spirit abides among you; do not be afraid”…do…not…be…afraid! How much hope that must have given the Israelites. Their God…Yahweh…was abiding among them and they had no reason to fear….this still holds true for us today. Our God…our creator…our sustainer is with us…He knows our fears, our anxieties, our hopes, our desires and He will see us through…and lead us into the new place He has for us.
I know of a woman who had a “shaken but not stirred incident in her life. She has been an inspiration for me most of my life. She was diagnosed with breast cancer about 4 years back. Her life went into a tail spin; she was shaken to her very core. She had the standard questions for God that all of us would have when something like this happens in our lives. Why me God? I have been a good person…why are you doing this to me? What have I done to deserve this? But through this all she kept telling me…it will be alright…God has a reason for everything…I don’t understand the reason but I know He has a good one. As I saw her go through this phase in her life…I never saw her stop praying and relying on God for strength. Then when they told her she was going to have to have her breast removed I thought for sure this as going to be the end…she was going to turn from God. But even though this…she kept saying there was a reason for this and never turned away. She was shaken…but… not… stirred. She has been cancer free for a little over 3 years now and she did get to see how God can use a bad situation for good. Last summer her daughter had her own cancer scare…she too, like her mother, was shaken but not stirred…but she was able to be there for her daughter and give her strength. She was able to truly empathize with her daughter and help her through her trying time. Her daughter did not have cancer in the end but her daughter will never forget the strength she saw in her mother during that time.

We are God’s children and “Dad” tells us not to fear…He is with us. God is not like our earthly dad’s…who from time to time may disappoint us…God is he dad we have always dreamed of…He is “super-dad”. Like many fathers, He is there for us through thick or thin. He wants fix the problem, like a lot of dads, if we will just let Him work out His plan. Unfortunately…things have to be completely taken down…changed…in order for it to be built up by the Lord. Better than it was before.

We are the children of God. In 2 Thessalonians 2…Paul is talking to the people in Thessalonica…in vs. 13b…Paul states that “from the beginning God chose you to be saved through the sanctifying work of the Spirit and through belief in the truth”…this stands for us today also. We...as Christians…are the chosen ones. God chose us! What a concept! We were loved into existence by God! For God so loved…loved…the world…that He gave His only…His ONLY…begotten Son. We are Loved…we are loved with an agape love…a never ending love…we…are…loved! We are so loved that God lovingly…tenderly…breathed the breath of life into us. Nothing other than His Word did His breathe life into. We were loved into existence.

In my seminary studies this fall I learned a new word that just blows me away. I learned it in my Hebrew Bible class. The word is “rauh”…it means the breath of God…the spirit of God! Even the word itself sounds like a breath…rauh! We have God’s breath…a piece of God…within us. Wow…how awesome is that?!

How can we find our strength to go on in this fallen world we live in? Where does our peace and assurance come from? In Ephesians we are given a glimpse of where we can find peace and stability in these troubled times. In Chapter 2 vs. 14a Paul states that “He himself is our peace.” And again in vs. 17 Paul states that “He came and preached peace to you who were far away and peace to those who were near.” It is through the blood of our Risen Lord Jesus Christ that we find our peace and stability…through the Blood of the Lamb that we are able to stand firm in this day and age. John 3:16b tells us that we are saved by the blood of Christ…that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life. We are adopted into the family by God through Jesus. We can stand firm and hold fast to what we know to be true. God is ALWAYS with us and is in CONTROL!

We live in a fallen world. There is so much around us that makes us loose heart sometimes. We see all of the evil things of the world and at times it may look like evil will prevail. But fear not says the Lord. I am with you always and I am working out my plan. When things look dim…we need to look at the big picture instead of the small one in front of us. We need to try and look at a situation…the world…through God’s eyes. He has promised that He has a plan for our lives. God is in control and has his hand in everything that is going on. Let us not lose faith and be dismayed. It’s ok to be shaken but let us not be stirred from our sure foundation found in the Word of God and His son Lord Jesus Christ. Let us rebuild the temple of God by the new blueprint that He has given us not by the old one that came tumbling down.

AMEN

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Stopping a Train Wreck, in Progress

Some days, some of them
are like stopping a train wreck,
already in progress, the sequence of events
long since set in motion
inexorably leading to the crash
the carnage, the debris field
the disruption of the lives
the lives of all involved
The task is to find a way, even at the last moment
even as the brakes are screeching, screaming
the sparks flying and the faces turned to see
to find a way to jump the tracks,
to move the switch, to steer the speeding train
away from the brink of disaster
and find another track

November 27, 2007 8:36am

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Uncomfortable Names

Other names from other scripture
bended with the letter to the Colossians
revealing a more human picture
the man who was the Christ
the Messiah, seen through other eyes
a refugee in a foreign land,
King and rebellious child, disobeying his parents,
staying in the temple, without permission
wandering in the wilderness, in the land, without home
a drunkard, a provocateur,
challenger of the order of the day
All images of the Son
for whom and through whom
all was created, the universe begun
the first born, the head of the body,
the church, the good shepherd
and the narrow gate, the way
the living water and
the bread of life
The lamb on the cross
and on his royal throne
waiting with outstretched arms
for us all

November 25, 2007 5:40pm
Based on Colossians 1:11-20 and the sermon,
“Imaging Jesus”, by the Reverend Lori Eldredge,
Wesley United Methodist Church, Concord, NH
November 25, 2007

Seeing God

In seeing Him,
we see God
in imagining the face of Jesus
we get an image of God
an approximation of the infinite
contained within flesh and bone
Born in the stable, anointed by the dove
transfigured on the mountainside
made whiter than white
the face of Christ
weeping for Lazarus,
cursed by the crown of thorns
forgiving even at the moment of death
hanging, dying in shame
crucified by the crowd
in forgiveness an image of God
who is love

November 25, 2007 5:50pm
Based on Colossians 1:11-20 and the sermon,
“Imaging Jesus”, by the Reverend Lori Eldredge,
Wesley United Methodist Church, Concord, NH
November 25, 2007

Radical Imagery

Provocative imagery
In the words of the scripture
And the words of the pastor
Describing the Christ
For the readers in Colossae,
The listeners in Concord
Words to reassure, give hope,
To be sure; but there are other,
Complicated, fighting words,
When honestly written, uttered
For a loving purpose
We are challenged from our complacency
Emboldened with a richer image
A Christ who is more human perhaps;
But is that a bad thing
When juxtaposed with the awesome images
Carved into the scriptures,
A summation of Genesis, the Gospels
Many of Paul’s letters,
All synthesized in the regal imagery
Challenged by the pastor’s words,
Reflections in society’s mirror
In seeing the whole Christ,
Our risen, loving Savior.

November 25, 2007 4:50pm
Based on Colossians 1:11-20 and the sermon,
“Imaging Jesus”, by the Reverend Lori Eldredge,
Wesley United Methodist Church, Concord, NH
November 25, 2007

Other Names

Amid the name of triumph
Of love, of caring, the names of the king
Were other names, troubling, incongruous, jarring names
For the king this Sunday, from the pulpit, from our pastor
Names of shame, of conviction, of accusation,
But these were the names of the Christ
Before the reverence, before the resurrection,
before the Pentecost, long before we walked the earth
Drunkard, homeless, refugee
They too were part of his story, not just king, Emmanuel,
The Good Shepherd. Hard words to hear; but worthy of thought
Of utterance, of contemplation this Christ the King Sunday
This year in worship, provocative words
Challenging words, in imaging Jesus
A fuller, whole picture, of our Savior,
Our brother, first born of the resurrection
The head of the body of the church
Seated at the right hand of God

November 25, 2007 4:30pm
Based on Colossians 1:11-20 and the sermon,
“Imaging Jesus”, by the Reverend Lori Eldredge,
Wesley United Methodist Church, Concord, NH
November 25, 2007

Our Collective Prayer

It was in the sharing
around the meeting table
our joys, what we were thankful for
this week before Thanksgiving
our collective prayer to God
more than the sum of the parts
together a holy whole
of our love, our hope, our faith
our awareness of the blessings of this place
this country, this church,
our families, the communion of saints
all the means of grace around us
in our fellowship
in your world
for that we give you thanks
oh Lord, Amen.

November 25, 2007 12:30pm
Our Collective Prayer
about the sharing of things we were thankful for
at the start of Church Council, 11/19/07,
Wesley United Methodist Church
Concord, NH
&
edited November 27, 2014
A Simple Thanksgiving – v2
Thanksgiving Day
December 7, 2007
A Simple Thanksgiving
about the sharing of things we were thankful for
at the start of Church Council, 11/19/07,
Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH
This poem is based on comments of Dan Haines,
Chair of the Evangelism Commission


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Saturday, November 24, 2007

In Forgiving

We are forgiven
by God, made man,
born and raised,
suffering and dying
for our sin
He was faithful
to the journey
he trod in life
fulfilling scripture
serving man
saving us
from our sins
even in death
He forgave and
made us whole

November 24, 2007 8:08pm
Luke 23:33-43

Forgiving All

As we say in the prayer He taught us
we must forgive all, even in death
forgive all who sin against us
in the example of our Lord
we are to follow, live his way
forgiving those who would do us harm
every enemy, everyone
and reap the reward in heaven

November 24, 2007 7:39pm
Luke 23:33-43

Jesus, remember me

The sinner, in a moment of awareness
of truth about himself,
the man who was God beside him
an innocent man on the cross
“Jesus, remember me
when You come in Your kingdom!”
A prayer like none other,
but one we share, at whatever moment
when we face our sin
and beg for the grace offered
available from the father
by the blood of the son
the lamb on the altar
given for our redemption
once and for all time
In the asking, he, like we
are saved

November 24, 2007 7:36pm
Luke 23:33-43

Asking for Forgiveness

In the pain of the cross,
shared by each of them, he asked
he asked for forgiveness
of the king, on the cross beside him
asking for forgiveness, for entry
through the narrow gate
the way to heaven
through the son

And the King forgave
promised him grace
and presence in paradise
that very day
What a joy that must have been
in the midst of the pain,
the humiliation, the taunting
he was to see the savior
in paradise, in forgiveness

November 24, 2007 7:00pm
Luke 23:33-43

A Different Kind of King

He proved the point one further time
a humble king, just and holy
hanging on the wooden cross
body bloodied and pierced
forgiving the Romans
the Jews, all whose sins
brought him to the point of death
humbling himself, to atone for us
taking on the mantle of the cross,
the grave, on himself
to fulfill the scriptures
and bring us home
to the father

November 24, 2007 6:55pm
Luke 23:33-43

Even in Death

A God of love, of forgiveness
of grace, so is our Savior
Even in the moment of death
of humiliation, hanging on the cross
He thought of us, of all the world,
our humanity and our sins
and forgave us, all of us
for our sin, each one
even those who lifted him on the cross
instruments of his death
they too, in the act
forgiven by our Lord

November 24, 2007 6:50pm
Luke 23:33-43

Friday, November 23, 2007

Bread of Life

For us, this is a heavy lesson,
the bread of life,
contained within the scripture
harkening back to the manna
in the desert
the provision of the people’s needs
day by day, just enough
the daily bread of the psalmist
now in the person of the savior
the son, God with us,
the Christ, living among us
for he was the one, is the one
who provides, who nourishes
who maintains our strength
our strength to serve,
to humbly follow his example
eating of the bread of life

November 23, 2007 7:08pm
John 6:22-71

Code Talker

Seemingly submissive words,
words of humility to our ears
Words of power, provocative, creative
turning the table on power
making the powerful follow through
on the law, pay the price
for the weak, using the law
to control their fate
to stand tall, not humbly
before injustices

November 19 and November 23, 2007 6:36pm
Matthew 5:38-48
The parable of turning the other cheek,
retold in the sermon by Reverend Peter Hey,
November 11, 2007, Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH

Snow Glazed

The world, the grass, the roads
the woods, were all
snow glazed
trimming, coated, in white
a bit cleaner, more pure
in the patina of white
covering the world
with a thin film
in the first snow of the year

November 23, 2007 6:58pm
Snow Glazed


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Saying Grace

We call our prayers, our giving of thanks
the saying of grace
A wonderful, wondrous thought
speaking aloud the means of grace
recognized by mortal eyes,
of family and faith
of the wonders of Your creation
Speaking aloud our thanks
to you, oh God
around our table,
in the company of family
the fellowship we share

November 23, 2007 6:54pm
Psalm 126:3
Psalm 106:1
Psalm 107:8-9

Fresh Tracks

Fresh tracks
in the new-fallen snow
the dusting on the forest floor
exposing the many creatures
who scurry and walk
between the trees
out in the woods
tiny little footprints
in lines and in longer gaits
preserved while the snow lasts
on the forest floor

November 23, 2007 6:21pm

Giving Thanks

Throughout the scriptures,
the people gave thanks
for the way the Lord provided
How much more we,
in this land of plenty
where we are free to worship
as we choose,
should give thanks to the Lord
for all our many blessings

November 23, 2007 6:17pm
Psalm 126:3,
Psalm 106:1,
Psalm 107:8-9

A Harvest

Our church, a place of harvest
a harvest of cans
of love for others
for our neighbors
not merely a collection of cash
in the offering plate
these were gifts of food
bought by the congregations
brought into the sanctuary
carried to the altar of God
by our children

November 23, 2007 6:13pm
about our annual Ingathering
November 18, 2007,
Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH

For Us, More than Them

The children, in the chancel
with the pastors
hearing a small bible story
a large gathering of our children
listening, fidgeting, playing, worshiping
But, this time in the service
far more important for us,
for the adults in the sanctuary
than for them
Because we are the ones
who need the reminder
to have the wonder of children
before our God
to see their reactions
their questions, their answers
that draw all of us
closer to God

November 23, 2007 6:06pm

Their Compass

Their compass, their due North
was him, not their struggle
not their fight with the District, the system
They focused on him
and that made the difference
Their strategy, their focus
their compass
was pointed on their son
and his needs
not their own
That guided us
in the options, the choices
we made
all along the way

November 23, 2007 5:52pm

A Widow’s Gift

A widow’s gift,
more pleasing to God
than all the others
not to its value
but for its worth
the meaning in the way she gave
when compared to theirs
She gave out of her poverty
they from their wealthy
She gave all
they gave a proportionate share
She gave out of real faith
they gave for form, for show

November 19 and November 23, 2007 5:48pm
Luke 20:45-21:4
The scribe and the widow’s offering
part of the sermon, “The Widow’s Might”,
by the Reverend Peter Hey,
Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH, November 18, 2007

Two Stories

Put together, as Luke intended,
as the Lord lived their meaning,
two stories of one day in the temple
minutes apart, or so it would seem
Of the scribe, touting the law,
without living its true meaning
the wealthy paying to the temple
out of their abundance
and the widow, the poor widow,
paying all she had, two meager copper coins
out of her faith, her trust in God
poor by the world’s standards,
unlearned perhaps as well
but understanding the law,
living righteously before God
as the others could not.

November 19 and November 23, 2007 5:20pm
Luke 20:45-21:4
The scribe and the widow’s offering
part of the sermon, “The Widow’s Might”,
by the Reverend Peter Hey,
Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH, November 18, 2007

One Time in the Temple

It was one time in the temple,
two intertwined stories, continuous moments
seamlessly woven by the master
to the listening disciples,
Not separate really, at all
not as those who followed
would organize his life, fragment the stories
These were all one time in the temple
one day in his life, his ministry
teachings that are to be read together
of the scribes, the wealthy, and the widow
Who was the richer is a very good question
when you read the scripture together
think about the law, the chosen people
the faithful, the righteous
as Jesus intended

November 19 and November 23, 2007 5:15pm
Luke 20:45-21:4
Scribes and the Widow’s offering
part of the sermon, “The Widow’s Might”,
by the Reverend Peter Hey,
Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH, November 18, 2007

Acting on Hope

A widow’s offering
simple, small, a meager few pennies
But, all she had
a sign, a statement, a testament
to her faith
to her hope in God
her belief in God, in the provision
of her daily needs
by the creator, the sustaining
the loving God
of her forefathers, her foremothers
her faith

November 18 and November 23, 2007 4:54pm
Luke 20:45-21:4
part of the sermon, “The Widow’s Might”,
by the Reverend Peter Hey,
Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH, November 18, 2007

Snow in the Woods

A monochrome whitewash
over the world, the browns and the greens
hidden under the white
The grasses and the edges
of the oak leaves, the fallen limbs
still visible under the fine cover
the dusting of white,
deepening in the woods
snow to cause the denizens
to leave tracks where they would not otherwise
marks, footprints of their presence
white covering the world
even in the woods,
after the fall of the leaves
this autumn

November 23, 2007 4:51pm

My Response to Christ

So, pilgrim, what is your response to Christ?
that is a hard question to answer, isn’t it
something to ponder, to lament, in answering
I turned my back, I walked away, I denied Him
for most of my life, though I knew He was there
I wanted my needs, my desires, my wants met
immediately, to be given by the world’s standards
what I needed was simple faith,
of the woman with hemorrhages, the widow
who gave her two coins, all she had, the foreigners,
who believed when the chosen did not
To turn my life over to him, to walk where
I am sent, to believe enough, to trust
Walking today, in a new life I didn’t imagine,
blessed in so many ways
thankful every day
for the gifts heaped upon me
means of grace
all around me
to share the words
He gives me, this is my response

November 23, 2007 2:59

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Their Hands, a Gift

Fast moving fingers, flying in unison
complementing, echoing, exhorting
one another, to the best, to joy
a duet for the piano
filling the church once more
with Your love

=================
edited December 27, 2015
Their Hands, A Gift – v2
11/18/07 and November 20, 2007 10:26am
Their Hands, a Gift
Duet by Lynne LeMay and Ken Gallager
on the piano,
Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH


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Comforting Words, Melodies

At the start of the holiday season
after fall, before winter
leading into Advent
comforting words, melodies
the warm, memory-laden
hymns in the sanctuary
familiar, affirming words in worship
singing old hymns of praise
harbingers of the Christmas carols
soon to rise from our lips
up to the vaulted ceiling heights
common, ages old words
the music of our faith
welling up, in unison, again

November 20, 2007 10:25am
Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH

For Him

Sights set on what is best for him
first and foremost
bending their will, their desire to fight
to focus on him
their compass point
their son first
what he needs now
Able to push anger,
righteous indignation,
aside for a moment
able to thoughtfully weigh
their options, remedies
with their focus on him

November 20, 2007 9:04am

Giving from Love

She gave, all,
from her poverty
out of her love
her love for God
in His holy temple
where he lived with His people
the fixed tabernacle
dreamed of by David

She stood in her poverty
clutching two copper coins
but she was free
free of the shackles of her station
free to give joyfully
giving what the wealthy cannot
giving all to the Lord
her love an echo
a holy echo
of God’s steadfast love
for us


November 18, 2007 and November 20, 2007 8:57am
Luke 20:45-21:4
The scribe and the widow’s offering
part of the sermon, “The Widow’s Might”,
by the Reverend Peter Hey,
Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH, November 18, 2007

Out of Our Abundance

Too often, like the scribe, the wealthy,
we give, not from our hearts;
but from our brimming wallets,
out of our abundance
not giving all, risking little,
trusting less,
Unlike the widow
who, out of faith, out of love
gives all to the Lord
even her meager coins
all she has
holy giving to God
out of her poverty
But really,
out of her wealth
her rich, deep
abiding faith


November 18, 2007 and November 20, 2007 8:55am
http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2007/11/out-of-our-abundance.html
Luke 20:45-21:4
The scribe and the widow’s offering
part of the sermon, “The Widow’s Might”,
by the Reverend Peter Hey,
Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH, November 18, 2007



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Gathering In

Gathering goods
food for the needy
brought bit by bit,
bag and box
to the altar of God
offerings from our abundance
a bounty brought to the chancel
by our children
carried lovingly
in the heart of worship
thanksgiving offerings
of this household of faith
at the harvest,
before winter


November 19, 2007 8:25pm
our church’s Ingathering of canned goods
Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH

Focused on

Focused on
on him, his needs
so were their hearts
as I talked of options
ways to serve his needs,
the whole family’s
Whether to fight the decisions
the injustice, or wait
allow him to heal
in a safer place.
To choose to lay down our banner
let the fields of battle grow fallow,
by focusing on him first

November 19, 2007 7:40pm

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Her Offering

Meager humble coins
brought to Your holy altar
given for You, Lord,
from out of her love
out of her poverty she gave
all she had
giving all to the Lord
Trusting God to provide
to meet her needs
releasing her, empowering her
emboldening her to give all
how much more able
are others to give
if we have her faith


November 19, 2007 19:24
Luke 20:45-21:4
The scribe and the widow’s offering
part of the sermon, “The Widow’s Might”,
by the Reverend Peter Hey,
Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH, November 18, 2007

Passing the Light

Oh so casually
practiced really
they were, bringing the light
up into the chancel
relighting the wicks
so they could light
the altar candles
signaling the presence
of the Lord
in this place

November 19, 2007 11:54am
our acolytes Sunday,
Erica and Nick
Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH

Carrying the Light

Each Sunday
they, our youth, our children
carrying the light
into the sanctuary
through the chancel
to Your altar
carrying the light,
feeling Your presence
God with us
in worship

November 20, 2007 8:53am
our acolytes Sunday,
Erica and Nick
Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH

Caring for the Light

He gently cupped his hand
around the flickering flame
shepherding the light
into the chancel
shielding the light, the warmth
from the breezes
preserving, protecting His light
so it can shine

November 19, 2007 12:24pm
our acolytes Sunday,
Erica and Nick
Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH

The Light Will Shine

flickering wicks
cannot still the light
they carried to Your altar
guiding the trembling flames
from their young hands
to the candles,
symbolizing Your presence
with us

November 19, 2007 12:28pm
our acolytes Sunday,
Erica and Nick
Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH

Old Pros

They carried Your light
up into the chancel
old pros handling an unlit tallow
with calm aplomb
deftly relighting the wick
the light growing
as the candles burned
on the altar

November 20, 2007 7:45
our acolytes Sunday,
Erica and Nick
Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH

We give thee Thanks

At this time of year, remembering,
sharing, caring for those less fortunate
spending time with family
Reflecting here, before advent
we give thanks to thee O Lord
for our bounteous harvest
for the gifts you have heaped on us this year
for the giving of our church,
for the caring of our people
for the service, the participation
for members willing to share of themselves
we thank you too for the challenges we face
for the growing in fellowship, in worship,
in small groups and growing edges
For the work you have given us to do Lord
and the hands given to do that work
we give thee thanks
Amen

November 19, 2007 5:40pm
For the Church Council closing prayer
Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH

Thursday, November 15, 2007

A Star

The pinprick in the dome
a star shedding heavens light
down onto the suddenly changed world
a darkness lifted in the birthing
the creation of the word
the word made flesh
prophesy fulfilled
God as Man
sin to be cleaned
whiter than white
The first pilgrims
on the journey
to His birthplace
Where the star shown down
the face of God
shown down
on the baby boy
the hope for mankind

November 15, 2007 9:00pm
Matthew 2:1-12

In the Time of King Herod


It was in Herod’s time, when the world
changed for all time and everywhere
a babe was born,
heralded by angels
bowed down to by
shepherds,
by the lamb
and the camel
by the
wise men three
for He was
the Messiah
the lamb of God
born of the
virgin
in a stable
bed
a humble start
for a servant king
But king He was and is
and Herod’s fear was real
for the rejected block is now
the cornerstone for the Temple


November 15, 2007 16:07
Luke 2:8-20
Matthew 2:1-12


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By that Singular Star

Guided by the start, at its rising,
at the moment of his birth
a singular star, blazing with the Creator’s joy
the birthing of His Son, incarnate God
Emmanuel, God with us

A star to ponder, to follow,
to seek out the epiphany of the prophesy
the fulfillment of God’s holy promise
to the people, the root of Jesse
the stump will bring forth a Savior
a King for the Jews

And so they came, with treasures of old
worthy gifts for the baby King
Gold, and frankincense and myrrh
royal, birth, and burial, watchwords
for His life, His sacrifice, His descent

But a star at its rising, ascending as He would
high in the heavens, a light to guide the way
And so they came, the wise men from the East
foreigners, Gentiles, who, unlike the Chosen ones
understood who he was, even before His birth

November 15, 2007
Matthew 2:1-12

Presents for the King

Wise men three
on bended knee
brought the baby gifts
precious gifts for a King

They followed a holy star
that brought them from very far
to the humble stable bed
where our Savior lay

Brought by camel train
through sand and pain
to pay homage
with presents for the King

11/15/07
Matthew 2:1-12

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Abraham’s Children

Like the tax collector
we are all Abraham’s children
children of the promise
of the savior, of the creator
sheep in the flock,
shepherds for other
wayward sheep
even as we wander
we need the grace
the shepherding of the Lord
the staff guiding us
away from danger
and distance
from our neighbor,
from our God
to be a full member
in the household of God
to be Abraham’s children
and heirs to the promise

November 10, 2007 9:23pm
Luke 19:1-10

Abraham’s Son

A blessing cured him
his estrangement wiped clean
He was Abraham’s son
his breached sealed
in his service, his humility
His love for his neighbor
rekindled, mediated
reconciling him with the community
returning him to the flock, the heirs
of the promise of old

November 10, 2007 9:19pm
Luke 19:1-10
The Story of Zaccheus

Saints

Touching our lives, setting an example
a way of living out the commandments
for us to follow and to model
for those who follow us ourselves
it is the way it has been since He was here
walking the earth in mortal clothes
wearing the apron, the crown, the cross
a servant even to death
a saint among us
followers all
are we

November 10, 2007 9:15pm
Luke 6:20-26

Blessed are You

A personal, specific, individual
blessing, you are blessed
You, I, blessed by the Savior
affirming God’s favor,
directly, personally, intimately
grace given to you
anointed, bestowed upon you
Wow!

November 10, 2007 9:11pm
Luke 6:20-26

Think deeply

Ponder and thought
or so we ought
rather than blurt and bluster
which can make others fluster
well, enough of the rhyme at least
to put my mind at ease
thinking on the wisdom of the Proverb
to think before we speak,
hard for one who thinks on his feet
in the words in the ether
dancing in rhythms of their own
coalescing in cogent truths
conjured in the process of speech


November 10, 2007 8:35pm
If one gives answer before hearing, it is folly and shame.- Proverbs 18:13 (NRSV)

Vertebrate

Nothing so much as a beautiful
exposed skeleton, standing tall, all erect
so were the stately trees, going down the hill
heading for home once more
standing tall against the frozen blow
the frigid air, even in autumn
the raw March wind
that October day
tall elms,
standing still
remaining where they are
living still in the yards off the
central streets, the crowded corridors
bearing the names of stately trees, long gone
Skeletons, swaying, bending but not breaking
in the fall wind
elegant in their exposed state
vertebrates, definitely

November 10, 2007 8:30pm

The There Gene


Oh, my mistake, on correcting the paper
the “there” needs to be a “their”;
but I forgot, you have the there gene.
A block, glitch, a predilection to find
there, when they’re or their would be the better
to be unable to see the there
that should be there
Oh if only their there
were here; but they’re a long way off,
far from here
They are is they’re,
there is where they’re
is their there

11/6/07 10:45am
on Erica’s predilection
for writing there

Friday, November 09, 2007

When She Said Yes

What a change a single word
spoken with a smile
has had on my life
changing a man to a father
a father of three precious girls
each a wondrous, wonderful
a powerful gift of God
And she herself, my friend,
my confidante, my all
From that day on, we have been
we are joined, affirmed, cared for
through all the days since
all the days we are given to come
not in the wedding service,
not in the ritual, the paperwork;
it began, in the smiling eyes,
the embrace, the kiss
when she said yes

November 9, 2007
of November 9, 2004
when Ruth said yes, when I asked
Twice

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Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Each Day


Each and every day
of our lives here on earth
a gift from the creator
to learn and share, to grow
find purpose, and meaning
to see new horizons, deeper insights
moments to cherish, days to endure
each day a chance, an opportunity
to make a difference, to see possibilities
to smell the roses, to paint the colors
into our minds. See, seek each day unique
unlike every other, like a snowflake
before its melting on the still-warm ground
A wish for joy, for peace,
for wonder and appreciation
for this day, still new in the eye of God
Another moment to reflect and ponder
our place in the world, our choices, our future
our impact, especially on those we love

November 7, 2007

Leaves after a rain






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Monday, November 05, 2007

Pumpkinheads




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Sunday, November 04, 2007

Sermon - "Glass Houses", given by Ruth L. Foss, Sanbornville United Methodist Church, Wakefield, NH, October 28, 2007

How many of you have heard the old expression “people who live in glass houses should not throw stones”? Boy…that was one of my mother’s favorite expressions growing up…people who live in glass houses…should…not…throw…stones! It is one of my favorite expressions to use with my daughters too…when they start pointing out all the wrongs that their sister’s do…that and Matthew 7:3-5. Paraphrased…why are you looking at the speck in you sisters eye and can’t see the log in your own…how can you tell her “let me help you get that little speck out of there for ya”…get that log out of your eye so that you can see to remove the speck in your sisters.
Glass houses…who would want to live in one? There’s nothing but windows…everyone can see what is going on…it’s like living in a fish bowl. Not to mention that when a storm comes…you live in fear of your windows being blown out. Boy…what a mess that would be for you to have to clean up…the broken shards of those windows that you just cleaned and polished. For me…I say…glass houses, who needs them? But there are so many of us that live in those glass houses and are in danger of someone coming by…with a brick…and have the whole house come tumbling down.

In the scripture from Luke…Jesus is telling a parable…a story to those around Him. It is told for not just the Pharisee…but…also for all Disciples and believers. We are all just as vulnerable to pride and self righteousness as the Pharisee. The parable ends with “ALL who exalt themselves will be humbled…and ALL who are humbled will be exalted.” The operative word here is ALL.
The Pharisee in the Luke Scripture…boy did he live in a glass house and how it came tumbling down upon him. Boy…was he just a little delusional. But in his eyes he was not. He did everything he thought he was called to do. He gave his tithe... he fasted bi-weekly…he did it all. But there was one thing he had wrong…he lived by the letter of the Law not the spirit of the Law.

Jesus came to teach about the spirit of the Law…to put on the love of God and to share that love…that understanding…with those around us. This is one thing that Pharisee failed to do. When Jesus taught the disciples to pray in Matthew…he told them to go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father in heaven, not like the hypocrites that do it out in the open in the Synagogues for all to see. This man…this Pharisee…had it wrong. Jesus taught that acts of righteousness should not be done before men to be seen by them. This Pharisee was all puffed up on himself because he was so righteous…he had it wrong…again. The Father, who sees what is done in secret, will…reward…you. If it is done before man, the reward is already been given unto you…but not a reward by God’s standard but the reward by the standard of man. Which would you rather have?

Now…you may ask “what about the tax collector…he was praying in public just like the Pharisee was.”? Well…I’m glad you asked that question…it means you were listening to the scripture. The tax collector…unlike the Pharisee…came humbly before the throne of God. He knew that he was unworthy…that he was a sinner. He just humbly asked for forgiveness…not that he thought it was something that he truly deserved. The tax collector received his reward…by God’s standard…he received forgiveness…he was made righteous before the Lord…whereas the Pharisee received his reward…his pat on the back…his ata boy…by the worlds standard. Who do you think received the better “prize”?

We don’t know why the Pharisee’s prayer was not heard…not accepted…by God. Did he presume he was righteous and was not? Is the fact that he separated himself from others a signal that, although he may not realize it, he has separated himself from God as well? We are not told why it was unacceptable only that…it…was. The Pharisee had enough religion to be virtuous, but not enough to be humble. As a result his religion drove him away from the tax collector rather than toward him.

This part of the Luke scripture reminds me of a poem that was written by my husband Ray. It talks about this tax collector…this sinner but…it also talks about us today. It is called “Humbling Himself”.

His head to the floor, his heart begging
for forgiveness, fully aware of his sin,
his need for God, because
he could not make himself holy
Of that much he was sure
his prayer was in abject supplication,
falling before God
Praying for mercy,
as he was a sinner
So must we pray,
knowing we too
need His grace
as we are sinners too

A renewing of the heart…of the mind…of our will…that is what we need to change our selfishness into Godliness.

OK…so how in the world are we to put our lives in perspective? How can we turn our thoughts from linear to vertical…from the world’s standards to God’s standards? We need to see our lives through the eyes of God. Everything we have is a gift from God. Our possessions…our talents…our salvation…is given to us by God’s grace…not by our own abilities but by the abilities given to us…shared with us…from and by God.

In the Psalm that we read together this morning…we are given a glimpse…shown a pattern…of how we can renew our minds. We need to see what we have n life as a gift…undeserved, unmerited…from God. The Psalm also shows us that by remembering…by taking stock of our lives…we can refocus our lives from self-centeredness to God-centeredness.

David knew who God was and what God had done…and still does…for mankind. David knew…beyond a shadow of doubt…that the Lord…answers…prayer. David talks about God’s goodness…God’s deliverance…God’s salvation. David remembered God’s mighty deeds…about how the Lord established the mountains and the seas…how God is the Creator of all things. David remembered God’s providence…how He waters the earth and blesses it with growth…with abundance…of how the earth sings with joy.

We too must bring to mind the blessings that are lavished upon us each moment of every day. Each new day is a gift given to us by God. We need to remember how God has provided in the past therefore…we have hope for the future.

Unfortunately…we are convinced that we either do have or should have everything in control. We are generally convinced that we have “earned” our prosperity. By thinking this way…we have a loss of wonder and an inability to sing songs of praise about the reliability of life. We loose our joy and forget who we are in Christ and why we are here on earth. We forget that we are here for God’s pleasure and that God bestows good things on those who call upon the name of the Lord and believe. What a sad, confused, stressed out way to live our lives.

Trusting in oneself…is obviously a posture of blindness to one’s position before God. Like the strong man who trusted in his armor in Luke 11:21-22, who lost his armor when he was over taken when someone stronger attacked, we too will lose when we rely on things of the world to keep us safe…to make us strong. The religious may trust in their righteousness but…just how righteous are they? Our willingness to admit our defeat and failure, and our willingness to call upon God to enter our struggles, are met with God’s abundant love and provision.

In life…in our walk with God…we have choices. God has given us free will. We are free to choose to be like the Pharisee…happy and content with ourselves. We can follow all the rituals that religion gives us…to follow the law…and still…miss…the …mark. Or…we can be like the tax collector. WE can come humbly before God…admit our brokenness…ask for forgiveness and come away from our encounter with our Risen Lord, renewed…revived…changed by the grace of God. We can realize we are nothing…we have nothing…unless it is by the loving grace of God, through our Lord Jesus Christ, our Rock, our Redeemer.

In closing I would like to share with you a poem by my favorite poet of this day. It is called “Naked in a Glass House”, it reminds me of people in society today who live in their own glass houses. It reads:

His false piety, summed up in his certainty
of his own standing, earning a ticket to joy
judging others in the temple, in the courts
by the letter of the law, a righteous man
by going through the motions
stepping the steps of the saints
missing the point in the acts themselves
forgetting the distance between man
and God, forgetting the history
of the people, the lessons of Job
the teachings of the master
walking around naked in the glass house
exposed as surely as Adam and Eve
after tasting the apple
but he was unaware,
blinded by the steps
taken for show
not for God’s glory

May we always remember that if we rely too heavily on what we think are our own abilities...our world just may come tumbling down around us like to walls of Jericho.
AMEN



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Sermon - "Do It as Unto the Lord", given by Ruth L. Foss, Wesley United Methodist Church, Concord, NH, October 21, 2007

The Scripture reading today from Timothy reminds me of my childhood. My parents and family taught me so many things. They taught me how to walk, to talk, and to run. They taught me right from wrong and how to treat others. It was not only my family that taught me…but so many other people, on my journey in life, that have taught me so many things…even today.(yes…I am actually still learning) I think that without their teachings, I wouldn’t be the person I am today. I am sure that you remember the people in your life that taught you things. They are the people who stand out in our lives…the people who made a difference. The type of teaching that Paul is talking to Timothy about was his ‘Spiritual Training”, his “wisdom” training.

A secure guideline to wisdom and wholeness as recognized by God is the holy writings…scripture…which constituted Timothy’s textbook, his way of life, from his childhood. Timothy ultimately owed much to his mother (Eunice) and his grandmother (Lois) teachings. Back then it was the Torah, the Prophets, and the writings that provided the curriculum for Jewish boys as well as Israel’s law book and prayer book. It seems to me that Timothy was a well rounded child.

Paul told Timothy to “continue in what you have learned and firmly believed.” He was to continue in his walk with God as he did as a child. He was to do as he learned from scripture. Paul knew that all scripture is useful for everything…at all times…it is timeless and endures forever. By doing this…by following the ways he learned as a child…Timothy would be able to stand in times of trial. What a blessed assurance we get when we know that God’s word will help us in our time of need…no matter what the need is. There is no need too large or too small that the Word of God cannot quench. (All I can say is a big AMEN on that!) Scripture is God-breathed and not merely the prophet who is inspired…the speaking of words given not by the conscious mind but directly by God processing or the Spirit inspiring. As God breathed the breath of life into man and said not that it was good but it was very good…God breathed Scripture and it too is very good.

Paul urged Timothy to “proclaim the message.” He was to take what he had learned and share it with others. The best way for him to do this was not by the world’s standards but by God’s standards. He was to proclaim the Gospel as if he was “doing it unto the Lord.” He was to share his story. We today are called to share our stories, to help bring others to the saving grace of our Risen Lord Jesus Christ. We are to be there, ready to give an account of the saving grace we are given “whether the time is favorable or not”. We are to shod our feet with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. We are to standby…be ready…be on hand…for opportunities and crises as they arise, whether the time is opportune for us or not.

The Bible tells us that we are to “convince, rebuke, and encourage, with the upmost patience in teaching.” We are to put on the likeness of Christ and be as gentle and kind as He was in our rebuke on others. We are to “do it as unto the Lord.” We are to be display patience and kindness to all those around us. I know that there are times that this is a difficult thing to do. We live in a fallen world and there is so many things that are wrong around us but by acting as the world would have us act…are we really sharing God’s love…are we really showing the love of Christ? Or are we turning others away from the way, the truth and the light…the one true light that shines in the darkness? We are to “do it unto the Lord” in love. Rebuke…warn, encourage…comfort, should all be aspects of the teaching and all will require RESILIENT “PATIENCE”.

In Paul’s letter to Timothy, Paul tells Timothy that the time is coming when people will not put up with sound doctrine and that they will turn to teachers that suit their own desires. That people will turn away from listening to the truth and wander away after myths. Paul also challenges Timothy to always be sober, endure suffering, do the work of and evangelist, and to carry out his ministry. Timothy is to carry out his ministry with zeal in the world and to “do it as unto the Lord” not as unto the people in the world around him.

Paul contrasts two images in vs. 13-15. The first image is at wicked people and imposters, who go from bad to worse; the second image is of Timothy, who continues to grow in keeping the good start he received, becoming mature. I would like for you to imagine with me for a moment two pieces of fruit…one that has a rotten spot that is getting even worse…and the other that is wholesome, firm and just beginning to ripen. This is how Paul saw the people of that day and age…it also holds true for people of our day and age (This goes to prove the old saying “history repeats itself”).

We need to take stock in our lives. We need to ask the questions to ourselves “What is there in our spiritual life that resemble the rotten fruit and what resembles the good, wholesome fruit…if we have a rotten part, how can we keep it from spreading…what will keep us growing toward full maturity.” WE need to ask God for whatever help we to prevent…to stop… rot and encourage growth.

How can we have a heart to do whatever God calls us to do as unto the Lord? How can we make the changes we need in life to be in an effective ambassador of Christ’s love for all? David…in Psalm 119…gives us a good example on how to attain the tools we need to become all that God would have us be…David loved the Lords word. As a matter of fact he meditated on it day and night. He knew that the Lord’s commandments made him wiser than his enemies because it is always true. He was also made wiser than his teachers because the Lord’s decrees were his meditation. David would hold back his feet from evil in order to keep the Lord’s word. It was important to him to follow God’s ways and not the ways of the society around him. David did not turn away from the Lord’s ordinances because the Lord taught him. He felt that the Lord’s word was “sweeter than honey”. Through the Lord’s precepts, he got his understanding and hated every false way.

Meditation…it is a word that is used in many ways. A person may meditate in silence…meditate on a new idea…or even meditate on what to eat at a favorite restaurant. But here…the psalmist describes meditation as bringing scripture into the heart. David states that “it is always with me.” We need to learn to keep scripture always with us. We need to read and live out God’s word and plan for our lives. We need to take time for the Lord each day. This is one way we can receive the instruction we need to live our lives “as unto the Lord”…to be His ambassadors of peace, love and joy.

We have choices in life. We can either choose to live our lives as unto the world…with all its brokenness and strife…just going along to get along. We can wallow in our differences instead of seeking peace…a common ground. Or…we can live our lives as if “doing it unto the Lord”…reaching out to those around us in love and helping them either get on or stay on the right track in life. We can either be like the fruit with rot or the good wholesome fruit. The choice is ours to make. Which will you choose?

AMEN

To the Laborers Told

Wake the neighbors, tell the children;
tell all the people, or so you would expect
for this special, singular news
The birth of the Messiah, that night
in the Town of Bethlehem,
told instead to the laborers
in the field, working the third shift
the overnight laborers, watching over
their flocks by night
He who would be the Good Shepherd,
the heir of David, the shepherd make King
Revealed to shepherds in the field

November 4, 2007
Luke 2:8-20

The Birth Announcement

There is was, out of the mouths of angels
the announcement, the birth
of the Savior, the Lord, born on Earth
They were the ones, to hear the news
the firsts to learn of the blessing
the gift to all, the Messiah come
Revealed, the scripture fulfilled
known to the shepherds,
working in the fields

November 4, 2007
Luke 2:8-20

Saturday, November 03, 2007

That Smile

There it was, once again
melting my heart,
a puddle of goo,
no longer thinking of the day ahead
Shy, sly, sneak up on you smile
from down in her chest
forcing it through, into her cheeks,
her lips, her whole face
iridescent and shattering
the troubles, the stress
of the moment, gone’
in that instant that smile
reached my heart


November 3, 2007 1:03pm

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Thursday, November 01, 2007

A Peasant amid the Royalty

A single brown oak leave
perched in the purple chrysanthemums
in the window box outside the back door
A peasant drawing attention, pulling the eye
in contrast to the plum of the flowers
the fading green before the killing frost
A bit of jetsam forestalling the final fall
to the earth, sharing the limelight
with the stars of the show,
snuck on stage, before security comes
and it falls finally to earth
to merge with its compatriots
in a sea of leaves
amid the garden’s flowers

November 1, 2007 2:00pm

Stories

So many stories, many of pain
on the faces, in the eyes,
the furtive eyes, the postures,
the countenance of the people
waiting for their children,
just outside the gate
each weekday, around the corner

Names unknown, other than Mommy,
Daddy, intimate names joyously raised
by daughters, sons, with colorful names
carrying brand-new artwork,
creations to share
See their faces melt, change for a moment
in the joy of a five year old’s gift, their touch

But so many stories,
untold stories, in silence
hidden behind their eyes
their sunken cheeks, huddled bodies
against the cold,
against the demons they carry
here in the center of the city,
the urban melting pot
with stories in languages
we don’t understand
histories beyond our imagination,
our dread, if we only knew the stories
behind those eyes


November 1, 2007 1:50pm


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Babushka

She was walking on the sidewalk
just around the corner from home,
from her place here is the city
so much a woman of her place
her piece of history, in the old country
She was of that greatest generation
if that is what they call it in Budapest,
or Warsaw, or Moskva.
Scarf pulled tight against the familiar wind
apron tied, over the heavy dress
head down, watching her steps
thick sturdy shoes, a shuffling gait
an old worn coat
Living in the neighborhood
within the bubble of family and language

November 1, 2007 1:17pm
http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2007/11/babushka.html

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Black Velour

He sat quietly, patiently it seemed
wrapped in black velour
new purchase, or at least well maintained
Sitting, up on the box from his shopping
A sweat suit that never saw exercise
velour beret perched on his brow
covering his thinning hair
Waiting on the grassy margin
of the parking lot
What was he waiting for,
where was he going
wrapped in black velour
against the November cold


November 1, 2007 1:09pm

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Shafts of Light

Faint shafts of light
falling down from the grey, milky sky
ribbons of a lighter grey, almost white
cutting through the pillowed clouds
layered batting, rolled and piled
feathers of light, pushing downward
gravity heavy, straight lines
overlaying the rounded shapes
through which they slice
Falling to earth,
I know not where
shafts of light,
cutting the air

November 1, 2007 1:01pm

Faded Glory

Flapping in the cold wind
the grey skies, the feel of winter so soon
the flagpole out of the small house
held tightly against the blast
a flag of our country
snapping, tattered edges
faded threads, lines in the stitching
almost translucent now
How long has it been a sentinel
stood on watch, to honor
to remind, to remember
snapping tight in the wind
waving at attention

November 1, 2007 12:57pm

The Wind out my Window

The oak tree’s leaves
didn’t stand a chance
under the glowering gray sky today
they were more than just rustling
though they did seem to get
temporary reprieves
off and on
The noise of the computer, the fish tank
the sounds of the house
hid the sound of the wind
beyond the window pane
but the wind made its presence known
just out there, in the dance of the oak
the push on the leaves
fighting a losing battle
to hold on to summer
ever as they had already
gone fall brown and yellow

November 1, 2007 11:57am

By Our Deeds

The Spirit, inscribed on our hearts
finds shape, manifested, given life
by our deeds. We become
in those moments of love
God incarnate, living echoes
of the Son, the Word made flesh
emissaries of His service, His mission
Ministers to the last, the least, the lost
wherever they encounter our hands to the cross
our feet on the road, the Way, walking with Him
We live out our purpose, our path
when the words written on our hearts
live through our deeds

November 1, 2007 11:23am
2 Corinthians 3:1-3

Tethered Dancer

Her pirouette
caught, held captive
spinning around the invisible cord
her arms akimbo,
bent up to her chin
her leg, toes pointed
to the ground
tethered dancer,
blowing in the breeze
watched for a moment
by this adoring fan
seeing you from down below
watching your dance
in place

November 1, 2007 11:16am
based on the swamp maple leaf I saw caught
in a spider’s web at the back of Beech Street School
this morning, while dropping off Shyanne


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God Incarnate

No merely the baby,
every offspring, every child
with the Spirit within us
God incarnate
through our actions,
not our first birth
showing God’s love
through our hands, our feet
His word written on our hearts
worked out in our lives
shared with all

November 1, 2007 7:53am
2 Corinthians 3:1-3

Incarnation

The child in the manger,
the baby in the mother’s arms,
the saints all around us
each a member of the family
a bit of God here with us
in the ancient story
in the living of our days
we are blessed, graced
by the incarnate God
walking with us

November 1, 2007 7:50am
2 Corinthians 3:1-3

Monday, October 29, 2007

exploding neural pathways

random connection to long forgotten facts
scraps of thoughts deep within my consciousness
triggered by a word, a conversation,
music, talk on the radio,
the gust of wind this morning on the walk to school
with the girls, the whiff of smoke of a fall fire
in the fireplace, the smell of coffee, of food baking
the feel of a bit of bark, of the wet grounds in the trash
each a means of exploding neural pathways
of sudden burst of thought, or energy
weaving together that which was hidden deep down
with the instant now, the unique moment in the present
tying something in my unconscious, to long ago
to see the relationship of something today
with some deeper meaning, awareness
grasp of thought

October 29, 2007 1:17pm
I came across the text string “exploding neural pathways”
randomly via Google at the site:
http://toomuchinformationplease.blogspot.com/
(Too Much Information !!*@!: Yes).
The poem above came from my own thoughts on that phrase

Author of Heaven and Earth



Not merely Creator, if that makes sense,
because a creator makes something,
often from other parts, pieces,
puts things together in new and creative ways
No, He is the Author of Heaven and Earth,
making it out of nothingness, out of His mind’s eye
out of His word, His hands, His heart, His love
the world, the heavens, the earth,
and all in, on and above it
came into existence,
as an author conjures characters
on the printed pages
out of nothingness,
created new and whole
So is God, the author of heaven and earth

October 29, 2007 12:01pm

Their Eyes Opened

In the same sharing
of the bread,
His blessing, His breaking
of the bread, an epiphany
a revelation that they were
in the presence of, were eating with
the risen Lord
on the day of His rising.
With awareness, He left tem
in an instant

October 28, 2007
Luke 24:13-35
Walk to Emmaus

Opening the Scriptures

The risen Lord, walking with them
opening the scriptures, explaining them
clearing the mysteries, the true meaning
the fulfillment, His story foretold, the prophets,
the law made flesh, the tablets
the commandments lived out
by a righteous man,
a humbled servant, a shepherd
made the sacrificial lamb
the Passover meal,
now a breaking of His body
the shedding of His blood
All of the ancient texts, the prophets
interpreted, made clear
to cause hearts to burn
with awareness

October 28, 2007
Luke 24:13-35
Walk to Emmaus

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Feed My Sheep

Follow me, and feed my sheep
the Master to the Rock
a sheep made a shepherd, the seed planted
to germinate within him
until the seed began to bear fruit
after the flames ignited his fire
gave him voice that Pentecost
after the cloistering, the separation
of the apostles, the first on the way
These were the words, affirming in threes,
just as was his denial, that night after the garden
when the twelve followers, ran
fell away from the Master
These were the words,
the admonition and response
follow me, feed my sheep
Yes Lord, I will

October 28, 2007 7:18pm
John 21:1-22
&
Acts 2:1-11



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Freedom to Choose

Unique to man, alone in the animal world
the freedom to choose, to make your own path
to set priorities, to chart what is important
where your time is, there is your heart
where your treasure lies, what holds claim
consciously chosen, or by default
what energizes you,
motivates, gives you purpose
centers and grounds
choosing your course

October 27, 2007

Chasing Emily

When I started, a little more than a year ago,
I had no idea, no thought, that I would be chasing Emily
hurtling inexplicably to the place I am now,
having topped her count, her wealth of poems,
her words, my words, the words given to me
reaching a count greater than hers
sitting with more than the others have
shared on these pages
A strange place indeed, rarified air
for an unpublished poet

October 28, 2007 4:12pm
on reaching my 1,780th poem, and passing
Emily Dickinson as the poet with the most poems
on www.famouspoetsandpoems.com.
When my name was added to their list
on June 25, 2006, I had 527 poems.