Sunday, December 6, 2009

Filling the Emptiness

Several weeks back, our seminarian Evan Clendenin gave the sermon at the 10:00 a.m. Eucharist. It was November 8, the Twenty-third Sunday after Pentecost. The readings are important, of course, but what resonated with me then was his powerful evocation of the nature and manufacture of glass. “I like glass,” he said. “Those who know me and engage me in conversation know that I almost always find a way to talk about glass.”

Evan described one glass making process that involves a wax mold surrounded by sand. When you pour the hot, molten glass into the wax, the wax disappears and what remains is the glass object you’re working to create. “Something better takes the place of the wax…as God fills the emptiness in our lives.”

Evan went on to note that our worship spaces are mostly empty -- large, cavernous building interiors. Then he drew us back to the Old Testament reading from the book of Ruth in which we learn about how Ruth became the wife of Boaz and about the relationship of Ruth to her mother-in-law Naomi. “God is strangely invisible in the Book of Ruth,” Evan tells us. But “it is in the words that people speak out of their miraculous abundance that God’s presence is apparent.”

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Pray for Peace

These are headlines from today’s (only today’s) New York Times:

U.S. Woman and Italian Man Convicted in Italy of Briton’s Murder

36 Killed At Mosque For Officers in Pakistan

After Assassination Attempt, Guinea’s Junta Leader Leaves Country for Treatment

NATO Pledges 7,000 Troops for Afghanistan, but Details are Few and Questions Are Many

Iran Limits Data to Atomic Agency

Revised Report on Virginia Tech Shooting Faults University Anew

The Book of Common Prayer contains a useful appeal for a day like this:

3. For the Human Family
O God, you made us in your own image and redeemed us
through Jesus your Son: Look with compassion on the whole
human family; take away the arrogance and hatred which
infect our hearts; break down the walls that separate us;
unite us in bonds of love; and work through our struggle and
confusion to accomplish your purposes on earth; that, in
your good time, all nations and races may serve you in
harmony around your heavenly throne; through Jesus Christ
our Lord. Amen.

The Perversity of Things

Sometimes, no matter how hard you try to do something, you just can’t make it work. I’ve been trying to get a certain computer program to work for me, and it is failing. I’ve used this program 1,000 times before. It has worked in the past and now…NOTHING. It’s frustrating to me, but also a lesson that I’m not in control and I can’t always have my way. It’s also a lesson that I need to ask for help from others who know these things better than I do. It could also be a lesson that it’s very late at night, I’m tired, and perhaps I’m forgetting some essential step. Perhaps I could easily accomplish the job with a fully rested mind and body. Who knows? In any case, the feeling of powerlessness – over computers, the weather, world history, the result of an election, or even how the toast turns out when it emerges from the toaster – is a sign. It’s a sacrament, I suppose. A visible manifestation of the presence of God in the world.

Trees

We have beautiful Christmas trees on sale at St. Clement. More than 150 freshly cut trees arrived yesterday. Thanks to Father John for helping the truck driver unload the trees.

Selling Christmas trees is one of the most important fundraisers in our community each year. We hope you will come out and support this effort...and tell all your friends.

Here is a photograph of my office holiday party with one of the beautiful St. Clement trees. Thanks to Rudy Garcia and Dru Hortum for helping me pick it out. My colleagues and I decorated it during our office holiday party on Friday. It's the first live Christmas tree we've had in our office and it really makes a big difference.

Celebrate the Advent-Christmas season with a beautiful tree from St. Clement and support the church community we all love.

Peace,

Pat