Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Change of Seasons

As we enter the month of October and turn our attention to fall, I am reminded of a hymn text by author F. Bland Tucker that reflects this shift in our lives. It lives in our hymnal at number 428. I hope you are blessed by it today.

Erich Balling, Canon Musician

O all ye works of God now come
to thank him and adore;
O angels sing and bless the Lord
and praise him evermore.

O sun and moon and stars of heav’n
your endless praise outpour;
O changing seasons, bless the Lord
and praise him evermore.

O heat and cold, O night and day,
O storms and thunder’s roar,
O fields and forests, bless the Lord
and praise him evermore.

O earth and sea, O all that live
in water or on shore,
O men and women bless the Lord
and praise him evermore.

O let his people bless the Lord
like righteous souls of yore;
let those of holy, humble heart
come praise him evermore.


Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Faith at Home

This past Sunday the Cathedral Youth hosted their annual Kick Off Meeting, where youth and parents come together to celebrate another year of ministry together, and learn what is in store for the upcoming program year. During our parent focused portion of the event (where youth break off to take part in name-games and icebreakers) we discussed faith practices at home. Here, we talked about what prayer or spiritual practices we had learned at home from our families as children, and what those lessons have meant to us throughout our lives. We also talked about what it meant to set time apart for prayer or spiritual practices, especially as we all lead busy lives.

The idea to have this conversation with the youth parents came to me as I was preparing for the Kick Off event, and at the same time looking at how the hecticness of my own life had pushed family time for prayer to background of my life. As my husband, Drew, and I sat down for another dinner in front of the television I wondered, “how might we be missing a chance to commune with the Holy before, and even during, our meal?”

As a child I learned to pray before meals and before bed. Before every meal my family and I would sit down to dinner, bow our heads, and say “Bless this food to our use, and us to your service…”, adding in our own petitions before handing the prayer up to God. And, before I went to bed every evening I prayed, “Now I lay me down to sleep, pray my Lord my soul to keep…”, also adding my own petitions before handing the prayer up to God. These practices formed my relationship with prayer, and my deep desire to continually stay in relationship with God through prayer, whatever form that might be.

One of the comments during our parent meeting focused on the fact that as their children were young, it was easier to find time to pray with them, but now that they are growing older, becoming more busy, and even more independent it is harder to find that time. I believe this to be true for myself as well. Although I do not have children, I once was a child, and as a child it did seem easier to pray. I was not as busy and I had the instruction of my parents to guide me. But as I have grown older, and more independent, now I feel more than I ever, I need that time for prayer, not only by myself, but with my family as well. 

While we learn much about faith and spiritual practices in church, home is where we make space to truly allow those practices to take root. The household, throughout generations, has been the space where is truly formed, nurtured, and passed on. These practices very often become the foundations for our faith lives (adapted from: www.buildfaith.org/home-practices/). The same prayers my family taught me as a child I still use today, although in varied forms. And the importance of prayer before meals and at the end of the day was something I have held onto since then. 

As our lives move through different seasons, and as we continue to change and grow, so do our prayer lives. The same prayer I was taught as a child, although very formational and important to my spiritual life today, may not serve the same purpose they once did. It is important that we continue to reassess our spiritual practices at home, and see where the Spirit is calling us to change, move, and to grow as we continue to invite the Holy into our homes and our family lives. What we teach our children, what we practice in our homes, forms who we are as spiritual beings, for it is where we spend much of our time together. As we move into this new season of Fall, I invited you to join me in re-assessing our prayer and spiritual practices with our families. How might we invite the to more fully commune with us in our homes?

Monday, September 7, 2015

The Land of my Ancestors

          In my living room sits a rather large book entitled Alleppo- City of Scholars. The book was given to me by one of my father's brothers for my 50th birthday. Alleppo contains beautiful photos plates of the ancient ruins in and around Alleppo (Aram Soba in Hebrew). Uncle Raymond said he gave me that present because he thought it was about time I learned something about my Syrian heritage. I had much to learn. Evidently, my family had been clothing merchants and tailors for young men, those about to be bar mitzvahed, and adult men. It was an occupation that evidently passed down to my father's generation for my father, Uncle Raymond and a few of the other brothers owned children's clothing stores here in the United States.

          Although my father was born in our country, my uncle was born and raised in Alleppo until he was a teenager. He remembered the Sephardic Jewish neighborhood in which he was raised and the Great Synagogue of Aram Soba, said to have been built before the construction of the First Temple. My uncle recalled sitting in his grandfather's business as rabbis and young men not yet 13 came in to have their suits tailored.

          I have looked at that book over the years, but not nearly as much as I have the last few months. When I hear of yet another ancient building in Alleppo that has been destroyed by ISIS, I  go to the book to see if I can find a photo plate or of the building. It is with sadness that I sit here in the safety of my home and witness the destruction of such a once great and influential city from a book.

          Yet, even more heartbreaking is the destruction of a people. One cannot keep from hearing about the exodus of the refugees streaming out of Syria in their quest to find a place to live that is free from destruction and death. I doubt there are few of us who have not seen the footage of bodies washed upon Turkish beaches. Who can forget that image of three year old Aylan's small body? I have demanded from God, "Where are you in all this misery and death?" It is a question I have raised to God many times about genocide.  But I already know the answer; God is in the midst of all those refugees- Palestinians, Syrian Jews, Syrian Muslims and the Syrian Christians looked for safety just as that divine presence has been with every people when an oppressor sought to cleanse the earth from their presence.

          The question I am now asking is "God, what are you calling me to do in this situation?" For I know as sure as I know my name that God is indeed calling me to respond. I am seeking clarity in that divine calling. As I continue in this prayerful discernment, I ask asking for your support and prayers that God show me the path I am to take in responding to this crisis.

          Shalom



         

Thursday, September 3, 2015

Put Your Hand In The Hand





     A few weeks ago a friend came into my office that I had not seen since before her birthday over two months earlier.  I always enjoy our conversations as we share many similar struggles and joys in life.  That day, I saw an almost bubbling over excitement in her demeanor, as if she had a secret to share.  Her secret tumbled out as she reminisced about her birthday on June 30th.  Often she has had a significant dream on these pivotal occasions but not this time.  Instead, she awakened from a sound night’s sleep, singing!  It was a song that she had not heard or thought of for 44 years.  It was the first gift of her birthday.  The words to Put Your Hand In The Hand burst forth from her depths as she stretched and put her feet on the floor.
      
         Put your hand in the hand of the man who stilled the water
         Put your hand in the hand of the man who calmed the sea
         Take a look at yourself, & you can look at others diff’rently
         Put your hand in the hand of the man from Galilee

     In all of our conversations about spirituality and church, the topic of Jesus had not been common.  This birthday gift had visibly changed my friend.  She had that glow of someone in love – giggling about how she just holds his hand all of the time now.
     After she left my office, I flipped on YouTube and found the song which was written by Gene MacLellan and first recorded by Anne Murray and made popular by the Canadian group Ocean.  I,too, had not heard it for about 44 years.  Tears welled in my eyes as I listened to the words about this man whom I follow.  Jesus’s name has been so misused in the past few decades that I am very careful in saying it.  I know that many have been hurt by the name.  Maybe I have been too careful?  But, He is why I do what I do.  He is the reason why I love the church – without him, we would have no church.  He is the reason that my life has been transformed and continues to be.
     Maybe we all need to take the hand of this man from Galilee this year as we explore life together. Not only was it her birthday gift, but our greatest gift as well to move through the day knowing that we are holding on to the hand of Jesus.
     

Sweetness

I recently was talking with a friend who was recounting her experience as a young child in church. She does not remember any words that we...