Just to be clear, the church in her lectionary cycle chose today’s readings before Wisconsin and Pennsylvania turned red late Tuesday evening…
Next Sunday is Consecration Sunday, the Sunday on which we are invited to make a pledge of financial support to Trinity Parish for 2017. In just a moment, I’m going to tell why Ashley and I make it a priority to give generously, but first I want to say something about the election.
Last week in my homily I spoke about how our nation is counting on us to be Christians, to be agents of reconciliation. I spoke about our nation’s polarization, and how we Christians have it in our DNA to hold together two seeming opposites: how Christmas unites heaven and earth; how the person of Jesus unites human and divine. I referred to Paul in 2 Corinthians about reconciliation: “In Christ God was reconciling the world to himself… and entrusting the message of reconciliation to us…” I quoted Bp Gates on paranoia versus metanoia – fear vs love. And I urged us to focus, not on what divides us, but on how many good people are in this country, on both sides of the political divide, and to see past stereotypes to see more like God sees – that all are God’s beloved children worthy of our respect and even love. Continue reading →
I find this morning’s Old Testament story gripping. Imagine what it must have been like to be the Widow of Zarephath! Imagine living during a sever drought. Imagine her worry and anxiety about not having enough. Imagine how she must have daily watched the level of meal in the jar and oil in the jug, wondering when her last day would be. And she had a son! Just imagine her anxiety and worry!
And imagine that last day when she went out to gather sticks to make one last fire to bake one last loaf from the last of the meal in the jar and the last of the oil in the jug. Elijah appeared, looking rough and wild… and hungry. “He’s going to ask me for food,” I bet she thought. Which he did. She was ready with her polite but pointed response:
As the LORD your God lives, I have nothing baked, only a handful of meal in a jar, and a little oil in a jug; I am now gathering a couple of sticks, so that I may go home and prepare it for myself and my son, that we may eat it, and die.Continue reading →
Our guest preacher on Sunday, November 16, was Mr. Bruce Rockwell, the Assistant to the Bishop for Stewardship in the Diocese of Western Massachusetts. We do not have an exact transcript of Bruce’s words, but they are similar to what he wrote in the PDF linked below: