The Tenth Sunday after Pentecost: August 13, 2017
Preacher: The Rev. Bruce N. Torrey, Food for the Poor
Mercifully grant that we, being delivered from the disquietude of this world, may by faith behold the King in his beauty.
On our vacation a few weeks ago, we took our kids backpacking up into the Sierra mountains in California for four days. It was idyllic – perfectly sunny, perfectly warm but not too hot, the lakes perfect for swimming. We found wonderful places to camp on granite slabs with wide open views, we had long times each day of just relaxing together outside. We didn’t want to come back down at the end. Back down below, we wondered if we were at war yet with North Korea, what further chaos had erupted in the Oval Office, what bad news there might be from our families. Up in the mountains, none of that could reach us. And so we just wanted to stay. (more…)
For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor rulers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Ah, it’s summer. A chance to slow down, to go outside, to see things a little differently. I just returned from several weeks of doing things differently – a week at the Family Camp we’ve helped run in California and a few more weeks of traveling, backpacking, visiting friends and family up and down the West Coast. I have been slow to get back up to speed since my return on Wednesday. But if I’m honest, I’ll admit, I don’t really want to get back up to speed. Over the past several weeks I did a lot of slowing down: sitting outside looking at views and listening to the wind and the water; chatting idly with people I’ve known for a long time; reading books and magazines that didn’t purport to improve me or my professional identity but were just good reads. We traveled many miles, we hiked in the mountains, I took long runs, and really, all of it was relaxing. It was an alternate reality. And this reality now is having a hard time tamping that one back down. Deadline? Whatever. What’s for dinner? Vacation is subversive. (more…)
I just got back yesterday from a week with my in-laws—my husbands’ parents, his two younger sisters, and his youngest sisters’ husband. We were all staying together in a small cabin in northern Michigan, sharing bathrooms and cooking meals together, and going on hikes and bike rides and boat rides. It was a lot of fun, but it was also intense because spending up-close quality time with family (even in a family where everyone gets along) can bring up all kinds of past dynamics—old behaviors, rivalries, expectations, disappointments, and so on. (more…)
Today’s gospel, Jesus’ invites us to, “Take my yoke upon you,
learn from my gentleness and humility,
and you will find rest for your souls.” (more…)
During my first year of seminary, my classmates and I went on retreat to a remarkable intentional community in the heart of Virginia’s capital.
The founder of Richmond Hill is a guy named Ben. He’s an institution in Richmond politics as well as its faith community. He’s a prophet in the Hebrew Scriptures’ sense of that term: bold, truthful in the face of others’ discomfort, a beacon of righteous moral clarity for better and perhaps occasionally for worse. (more…)
So have no fear of them, Jesus said, and do not be afraid – God cares even for the sparrows, and you are of more value to God than many sparrows. Do not be afraid, the angel told Hagar, for God hears you. God sees; God cares. What wonderful scriptures for this day, Pride Sunday. (more…)
A couple weeks ago, we heard that Christianity means being a disciple and an apostle. Mother Kate said “We come here to be followers of Jesus, to be fed and nourished by our faith and this community and then, we get up and go out to share this grace in our daily lives. In other words, we don’t get spiritually fed for ourselves alone, but in order that we may give this to others.” (more…)