Friday, February 29, 2008

Prof. Dierdre Good meets with Mid-Hud clergy in Marlboro

New Testament Professor Dierdre Good, from The General Theological Seminary in New York City, met with clergy from the Mid-Hudson Region of the Diocese on Presidents' Day. Topic was "New Commentaries on the Gospels.
Reneé Borchert did a terrific job of hosting this group of about 15 for morning coffee and then lunch.

Bishop Roskam's visitation February 24th!



Bishop Catherine Roskam visited our church last Sunday, Feb. 24th. She celebrated, preached, confirmed, and received new members into the Episcopal Church at the 9:30 a.m. service. She also blessed a new chasuble being gifted to the church by the family of William Ogden, one of the confirmands. (You'll see it in the photos). Before the service she met with those who were going to be confirmed or received into the church, and afterwards she met with the vestry and join the congregation in a buffet brunch in the parish hall.

When she was consecrated Bishop in 1996, Bishop Roskam was the first female bishop in the Diocese of New York and only the fourth in the entire United States. As Bishop Suffragan she has oversight of the 66 Episcopal congregations of Westchester, Rockland and Putnam counties. Deeply committed to youth and young adults, Roskam focuses on congregational development, clergy care and leadership training; she was also closely involved in the foundation of the Global Women’s Defense Fund of the diocese. Most recently she has been a driving force behind The Carpenter’s Kids, a rapidly-growing program of parish-to-parish links with communities in Tanzania, developed to provide AIDS orphans with the clothing and sustenance they need to attend and succeed at school.

Bishop Roskam had some wonderful things to say about our congregation!

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

ThisWeeksSermon, The Second Sunday in Lent, February 17

A "footnote" to your reading of this sermon:
This is not one of my best sermons by any means. But it was my best delivery! It was the first time ever that I felt really comfortable and at ease with myself and the congregation and, I suppose, with the Spirit. There were giggles and there was laughter and in the end, a message. I was so excited to have set up my computer in the sacristy to record the whole thing. Wanted you to be able to hear it here, not just read it. Appropriately, however, that spirit bumped up against me once again. Because I wasn't used to the software and pressed the wrong button, there's no audio this week—of all weeks. I say "appropriately" because it's a fitting footnote to the sermon.—jerry

“The spirit that bumps up against us from time to time.”
The Second Sunday in Lent, February 17, 2008

May I speak only the truth, and may only the truth be heard by you. In the name of God our Creator, our Redeemer, and our Sanctifier. Amen.

+All was not well at Grand Central Station
A week ago, on Thursday morning, I got up early.
It was going to be the beginning of a long day of traveling for me…
heading out to California to revisit baby Amelia, Jenn, and José.
I was really well organized, I have to tell you.
I had gone online and gotten a travel itinerary from New York City Transit.
I filled in the information on their website.
I would leave Poughkeepsie at 9:33.
Arrive at Grand Central Station at 11:17.
Destination: JFK International Airport.
Directions were very precise.
Take the number 7 train from Grand Central at 11:48 a.m.
Get off 7 minutes later at the Court House Square station.
Walk north 5/100 mile to the E train.
Wait 7 minutes for the E train which runs out to the JFK/Airtrain terminal.
Start to finish…
from Poughkeepsie to JetBlue in 3 hours and 2 minutes.
I was feeling pretty smug about having worked all this out in such detail.
The ride down from Poughkeepsie actually turned out to be “quality time with my computer.”
In New York, I easily followed the signs to the subway…
and I want you to know that number 7 train is way underground.
Three layers of subway tracks below Lexington Avenue.
Three long flights of stairs, altogether.
The number 7 train runs on the lowest tracks.
Made it all the way down there acting…
and I think looking…
like native New Yorker…
looking as though I knew exactly where I was going.
Checking my watch periodically…
I waited for that 11:48 train.
At 11:38…
I looked down at my feet…
and I realized that I didn’t have my overnight bag.
I’d left it on the train…
in the overhead rack!
Nothing valuable in it.
But I needed my stuff!
I ran up those three flights of stairs…
worked my way back into the Station…
realized I had no idea which track we’d come in on…
got directions at the information booth…
and then found my train parked where it had stopped…
shut off and locked up tight.
Not a person in sight…
except one…
a MetroNorth guy pushing a handcart on the platform.
My heart was racing by this time…
partly from the aerobic sprint…
and partly from panic.
“Can you get me into the third car?,” I asked the guy on the platform.
“Left my bag on the train.”
“I’m not supposed to do this,” he said.
But he did.
Thank God he did.
I pulled a $20 bill out of my wallet and gave it to him.
“Bless you, sir,” he said.
He gave me his blessing.
And I needed a blessing at that point
It felt good!
As I was sprinting back through the maze of corridors and stairwells…
hoping to catch that 11:47 subway…
my pulse rate on the upswing again…
setting off a lightning storm of frenzied thoughts and impulses in my brain.
Zap!
A bolt of lightning:
How careless!
Zap!
Another bolt!
How stupid could I be!
Zap!
Thank God that guy was on the platform.
Still running, I imagined arriving in California with nothing but my computer.
How embarrassing!
Can I make it back to the subway in time to catch that number 7 train?
Thank God that guy was on the platform.
Working my way through the stair-climbers…
another thought occurred to me.
What if I hadn’t remembered the missing bag until after I was on the subway?
And then, again:
Thank God that guy was on the platform.
Then…
coming down the last flight of stairs…
I slowed down.
On the platform…
waiting for the subway a second time…
the fireworks in my head fizzling to barely a twinkle…
the rational part of my brain was kicking back in.
“Wait a minute,” I thought.
What am I thanking God for anyway.
What does God have to do with experiences like this?
Where the heck was God when I left the bag on the train in the first place?
Not looking out for me then.
Does God really intervene in the world from time to time…
whenever God feels like it?
Seems rather whimsical!
And why does that cry of thanksgiving spontaneously rise from within when everything goes out of control?
Thank God that guy was on the platform!
No particular answer to those questions.
By the time the number 7 train arrived…
the emotional response had fully morphed into this intellectual…
theological argument in my head.
+We become philosophers
Little crises like this one…
little shocks like this one…
interruptive but not devastating…
they make philosophers out of all of us.
Those venerable puzzles about chance…
about fate…
about causality…
and about providence…
they suddenly take on new meaning.
Did an angel cause me to look down at my feet and notice that my bag wasn’t resting there?
Or did an angel distract me as I was getting off the train…
so I’d have this story to tell?
Did a devil trip me up?
Did an angel catch me?
Did God want me to learn something about the consequences of not paying attention to what I’m doing?
The mystery is that the lost-and-then-found overnight bag looks from one angle like a case of lawful cause and effect.
But from another angle…
it looks like mere chance.
It looks from a third angle like a disposition of Divine protective care.
+Somehow, the Spirit
Unexpected thumps of all sorts are like catastrophes in a teacup.
They may not reveal interstellar secrets.
But they do remind us of what we already know…
that we are fragile creatures.
We look for explanations for unexplainable things that happen.
We are creatures that can be transformed…
transformed in a moment…
in the twinkling of an eye…
by this Spirit…
a Spirit that bumps up against us from time to time.
+The Spirit blows where it chooses
Jesus said it in this morning gospel reading.
“The Spirit of God blows where it chooses.
You feel it…
you know it…
but you don’t know where it comes from or where it goes.
Our part in all this is to wait upon God with gratitude and trust…
and occasionally thank God for that guy on the platform!
+Prayer
Let us pray.
Eternal God, the Great Mystery that is outside everything and yet at the same time inside, keep alive in each one of us the search for a faith that is real, a faith that helps us to live happier lives, a faith that gives us a fuller meaning to life and the events of life. Bring us to know the goodness that flows from the heart of the universe and may we be expanded in heart and soul by that goodness.
This is our prayer. Amen.
Jerry Brooks

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Another Creation Story


Last week at the conclusion of our Lenten family potluck, I showed this short video. It's actually a children's story, narrated by the author. It's called "Becoming Me." It's subtitle is "A Creation Story." (There are TWO other creation stories in the Book of Genesis, you know.) Here's a contemporary story, written for children, actually, but for children of all ages, I'd say.

Let me know what you think of it!—jerry+

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Episcopalians at work: Habitat for Humanity/EpiscoBuild

Barbara Carroll, Paul Segnit, and I joined Episcopalians and others at work on our Habitat for Humanity project: EpiscoBuild. What a great time with some really great people. Try it, you'll like it!

Monday, February 11, 2008

Friday with Amelia and her mom

Friday, following Amelia's nap, Jenn and I took her over to Berkeley for lunch. (Some nice views of the bay along the way.) It was an incredibly beautiful day, warm enough to eat outdoors in comfort. Jenn and I shared lunch entrees with one another. It was Mexican food like nothing I've ever tasted. Every mouthful to be savored. Amelia slept through the whole thing -- even a passing train! What a difference one month makes in the life of a premature little girl.
Here are half a dozen photos:

Jean and Joe's after-church coffee hour

Here are a few photos of yesterday's boisterous coffee hour at The Episcopal Church in Marlboro. I commented on the amount of time it must've taken to do all the baking. Jean's response was "Not long, just two or three hours." It was an alternative to housecleaning, she said.

Take a look at the photos....

Monday, February 4, 2008

ThisWeeks(Childrens)Sermon


“Why do dogs have ears?”
Children’s Mass, February 3, 2008

+ + + + + + + + + + + + + + +
We can listen for God in the songs we sing.
We can of course listen for God with our ears…
but we can also listen for God with our hearts…
listen for God in our daydreams…
listen for God in our night dreams.
+ + + + + + + + + + + + + + +
Do you have any idea what this is?
Give up?
How about now? Know what it is?
How about this picture? Now can you tell what it is?
It’s a bat.
It’s a “spotted bat.”
It has three three large white spots on its back.
Why do bats have ears?
Bats make squeaky sounds that bounce off of trees and houses.
They catch the sound in their ears. That’s how they tell where they are.
They use their ears to “see” with!
In three weeks from now, Bishop Catherine Roskam will be visiting us here at our Church.
The last time she was here was about three years ago.
She was back in the sacristy,
that room over in the corner,
when a bat landed on Martha McMullen’s back!
Bishop Roskam pulled it off and set the bat free.
Ask her about it when she’s here.
I’m sure she’ll tell you about it.
Martha will too!

What do you think this is?
Want to see some more?
Now you know, don’t you.
Take a look at those ears.
Here’s a picture of those ears showing the whole elephant.
This guy is out with his friends.
Do you know why elephants have those big ears?
They flap those big ears when they’re hot,
and they want to cool off.
Got any idea what this one is?
Can you guess?
Now can you tell?
You got it!
Here’s another one.
What could this be?
Does this help?
Here’s what he really looks like.
Why do you think rabbits have those big ears?

Here’s one more.

Got an idea?
Now do you?
That’s right.
Jackson.
Why do dogs have ears?
Jackson hears things first.
Jackson can hear things that no one else can hear.
Have you ever heard of “watchdogs”?
They’re really good at it.

The point of all this is to say that we all have ears, don’t we.
All kinds of ears.
And we all hear all kinds of things.

Bats have ears that they “see” with.
Elephants have ears to keep cool on hot summer days.
Rabbits have ears so they can hear danger when it approaches.
And dogs have ears so they can hear things that only they know about.
We have ears that allow us to listen for God.
This morning’s story from the Bible was about three people who went up on a mountain with Jesus.

And while they were there they heard a voice that no one else could hear.
It sounded to them like the voice of God.
The voice said,
“This is my son Jesus. Listen to him.”
It’s what God wants us to do also.
Why do we have ears?
So we can listen for God.
We can listen for God in the stories we tell…
like this morning’s story of Jesus on the mountain.
We can listen for God in the songs we sing.
We can of course listen for God with our ears…
but we can also listen for God with our hearts…
listen for God in our daydreams…
listen for God in our night dreams.
What does God say to us?
“This is my son Jesus. Listen to him.”

Friday, February 1, 2008

Creed from the United Church of Canada

Here's the creed we recited this past Sunday. It's from the United Church of Canada. What do you think?

We are not alone,
we live in God's world.
We believe in God
who has created and is creating,
who has come in Jesus,
the Word made flesh,
to reconcile and make new,
who works in us and others
by the Spirit.
We trust in God.
We are called to be the Church
to celebrate God's presence,
to live with respect in Creation,
to love and serve others,
to seek justice and resist evil,
to proclaim Jesus, crucified and risen,
our judge and our hope.
In life, in death, in life beyond death,
God is with us.
We are not alone.
Thanks be to God.

Meeting Amelia Jane for the first time....


Here are a few photos I just discovered in the camera -- taken in early January when Rob and I trekked to California to meet Amelia Jane, our granddaughter. (Made a little "movie" of the rest. Scroll down.)






And here's a little "movie" of shots taken during our time there.

Annual meeting photos

Sunday, January 27th was our parish annual meeting. It included a fabulous potluck lunch! Here are a few snapshots.






ThisWeeksSermon, The Third Sunday after the Epiphany, January 27, 2008


“Imagine a world in which we actually followed Jesus.”

“Religious faith is not a question of shutting your eyes and gritting your teeth. You don’t have to check your brain at the door to the church before entering.”

May I speak only the truth, and may only the truth be heard by you. In the name of God our Creator, our Redeemer, and our Sanctifier. Amen.

Imagine a world in which there was no more poverty, no more sadness and weeping. Imagine a world in which no one went hungry, everyone tried to do the right thing. Imagine a world in which those who are unassertive ran everything. Imagine a world in which there was no no war, no conflict of any kind, no arguing, no divisions, a world in which everyone just got along, and really could see themselves in the faces of others. Imagine a world in which people really listened to one another, I mean really listened.
Jesus did imagine such a world. He said it’s available. He said it’s available here and now. All we have to do is follow. It should be easy. But it doesn’t seem to be.
An Anglican Covenent: A good thing?
There’s a conference scheduled to be held in New York City in April. It’ll be held at the General Theological Seminary.
It will be dealing with this thing called “The Anglican Covenant.” As you may recall, this Anglican Covenant was proposed as a way to resolve conflicts among Anglican churches and clarify procedures among those churches. It was supposed to be a document that would solidify the connection among the 38 churches of the Communion.
The idea was that each of the independent “churches” within the Communion would ratify the Covenant, would promise never to make a major decision without consulting the wider Communion.
It was in February last year at that big meeting of all of the Anglican primates, the leaders of the 38 Anglican churches around the world, it was at that meeting that they invited “commentary” on a proposed covenant, in preparation for the Lambeth Conference, their next big meeting coming up in July.
The New York Conference
The April conference in New York will focus on whether such a covenant is a good idea, whether it’s consistent with who we are as Episcopalians, and who we are as members of the greater Communion. Will the covenant clarify Anglican identity and strengthen mutual interdependence? Or will it be a tool of exclusion…
a tool of dominance? Is the covenant a biblical way forward, or would it impose a uniformity that’s foreign to Anglicanism? Would a covenant assist or impede reconciliation among Anglicans?
You probably know my answer to that question.
Upheaval within the Church
It’s not just the churches in the Anglican Communion that aren’t getting along these days. Right here in the United States, within The Episcopal Church, there’s trouble in paradise, as well. Several congregations have disaffiliated with the Episcopal Church. At least one whole diocese has left the Episcopal Church, leaving behind its legal right to its property, and, I have to add, leaving behind a remnant of loyal Episcopalians who remain.
The remaining Diocese of San Joaquin is in the process of reorganizing. In spite of widely publicized disagreements, most Episcopalians are not going anywhere, but at the same time, many conservatives are unhappy, maintaining that the church has gone too far regarding interpretation of scripture. Many progressive Episcopalians are unhappy, too, maintaining that the church has not gone far enough, maintaining that it has failed to live up to its promise to affirm the civil and human rights of every single individual…
everywhere.
Interplay between unity and diversity
The interplay of unity and diversity is actually apparent in most mainstream churches, the United Church of Christ, the United Methodist Church, the Presbyterian Church, the Disciples of Christ, and of course, in The Episcopal Church. Factions sometimes wonder if they have anything in common, including Christ.
The diversity we find within our denomination is, in my eyes, a cause for celebration. The alienation we find within our own denomination, at the same time, causes me to mourn.
Living in the midst of diversity
I think it just might be a test of spiritual stature to see something good in those who don’t think what we think, those on “the other side.” It’s possible to acknowledge the value of contrary positions without embracing those positions.
If God is really “our light and our salvation”, as we chanted in the first verse of the psalm this morning, the strength of our lives, of whom then shall we be afraid?”
There’s no need to be fearful of the success of other religious paths. No one, including progressive Christians, can fully claim God’s truth.
Paul said, “Play nice.”
The reading from Paul’s letter to the Corinthians this morning is right on the button. He addresses three issues: Christian unity, the varieties of Christian experience, and the power of God to change lives.
Paul did not deny the value of alternative Christian paths. Paul recognized divine inspiration in each path. These facts guided Paul’s quest for christian unity. The facts serve as the inspiration for our own openness to the diversity of Christian experiences, as well as the gifts of other religious traditions. Paul seems to assume that the Corinthians will always have their differences, but he wants them to see that it’s only the unity found in God that really matters.
Tension between faith and reason
One of the most serious challenges a person of faith confronts is the classic tension between faith and reason, religion vs. science, scripture vs. reason, church tradition on the one hand, vs. our own experience on the other.
Some people live thoroughly and comfortably in one realm or the other. Some travel back and forth, in one realm during the week, in another on Sunday mornings, living comfortably in both worlds. John Polkinghorne has figured out how to do just that, live comfortably in both worlds. He’s an Anglican priest. He’s also one of the world’s most distinguished physicists. He points out that there are lots of scientifically literate people in our congregations. He also points out that our job is to show them that “religious faith is not a question of shutting your eyes and gritting your teeth.” You don’t have to check your brain at the door to the church before entering. Our job is to search for truth in a different realm. That’s all.
Writing on the topic, “Why Believe in God?,” poet Sydney Lea described the response of a Native American who was asked buy a judge if he promised to tell the court “the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.” The translator struggled and finally rendered the man’s reply. It was this: “I don’t know what the whole truth is. I only know what I know.”
What Jesus said, “Follow me.”
Imagine a world in which there was no more poverty, no more sadness and weeping. Imagine a world in which no one went hungry, everyone tried to do the right thing. Imagine a world in which those who are unassertive ran everything. Imagine a world in which there was no no war, no conflict of any kind, no arguing, no divisions, no divorce, a world in which everyone just got along, and really could see themselves in the faces of others. Imagine a world in which people really listened to one another, I mean really listened.
Jesus did imagine such a world. He said it’s available. He said it’s here and now. All we have to do is follow.
As he walked by the Sea of Galilee, Jesus saw Simon Peter and Andrew, and then James and John. He said to them, “Come, follow me.” Immediately they left and followed him. Sounds simple? It is.
Prayer
Let us pray.
Eternal God, the Great Mystery that is outside everything and yet at the same time inside, keep alive in each one of us the search for a faith that is real, a faith that helps us to live happier lives, a faith that gives us a fuller meaning to life and the events of life. Bring us to know the goodness that flows from the heart of the universe and may we be expanded in heart and soul by that goodness.
This is our prayer. Amen.
Jerry Brooks

Creed from the United Church of Canada
My daughter, Jennifer, called me last week.
She’s one of those people who refuses to shut her eyes and grit her teeth in church.
She’s one of those people who is unwilling to check her brain at the door as she enters church.
(Takes after her father.)
On the phone this week…
one of the things she wanted to talk about was church!
Who knew that could ever happen!
Anyway, she was excited to tell me that at Christ Church in Alameda last Sunday, they replaced the usual Nicene Creed with a creed from the United Church of Canada.
She said that it was a creed that she could recite, all the way through, and mean every word of it.
It’s coming up next here this morning.
Let me know what you think of it.
—Jerry Brooks

We are not alone,
we live in God's world.
We believe in God
who has created and is creating,
who has come in Jesus,
the Word made flesh,
to reconcile and make new,
who works in us and others
by the Spirit.
We trust in God.
We are called to be the Church
to celebrate God's presence,
to live with respect in Creation,
to love and serve others,
to seek justice and resist evil,
to proclaim Jesus, crucified and risen,
our judge and our hope.
In life, in death, in life beyond death,
God is with us.
We are not alone.
Thanks be to God.