Showing posts from October, 2011

Lovin on Advent

I love Advent. Love Love Love it.  I love the color of the "darkest sky before the dawn,"  I love the anticipation and the honesty, the willingness to say, "Look at this world, God!  We really need you! Could you please come?" And the waiting. I love the active, eager, honest waiting for the light of the world.  Yum. However. I DO NOT love shopping. I hate shopping. And I ESPECIALLY hate shopping in Advent. It corrupts my Advent.  Muddies it with florescent brightness. Shopping spoils my waiting - because the good waiting, the dark and quiet and hopeful and prayerful and yearning waiting-  is ruined by the noisy, pushy, honking, piped-in-carols, counting-down-shopping-days waiting of "Holiday Season." I worked at Pottery Barn for a holiday season , people, I've seen it from both sides.  And it is not pretty.  Normally fine people, perfectly pleasant people, become snippy, rude, pushy and greedy. (And I'm including myself in this). The smel

Sarah's Story

At LNPC we're in a series, telling the old stories of our faith in many different ways. Today, we had a visit from Sarah, played by local performance artist, Julie Kurtz.  And Sarah shared her story with us firsthand... From Genesis 16-18:15, 19-21:7 The promise wasn’t to me. It was to Abram. He was to be “the father of many” – Abraham.   Clearly I was not part of that.   I was the mother to none. The strangers said I would have a son. Me.   They didn’t say he would. They said I would.   Of course I laughed. What did they know of my womanhood? My time was past.   Besides, my womb had been closed my whole life. My arms were never to hold a little one, my breasts long past the days when they awaited a purpose, ripe and ready.   My body had always been an empty, aching vessel - once agile, but now deflated, comfortably worn and finished.   I had accepted my fate.   I always did. Even in the days when there was still some hope. The days when we would wander, always at th

That kind of story, that kind of God

This is the third in a chronological narrative series through Genesis, which began with Creation and t he Fall .  This reflection spans Genesis 6-9, and the story of Noah. Excerpts from Genesis 6-9 Sometimes a story is so overused, so adapted to the wrong context, that you stop hearing it altogether.   And then if, for whatever reason, you decide to give it a second look, you are utterly horrified at what you see, it’s not at ALL what you thought it was. I think, for example, of nursery rhymes sung to children, ring around the rosie, pocket full of posie, ashes ashes , we all die of the black plague, is what that’s really about.  Or tearing down a monarchy and having the children sing, “ down will come baby, cradle and all !”  And so often when we’ve stopped hearing the words or remembering where they came from and we pass them onto the children without a second thought. Let me be clear right off the bat.  Noah and the Ark is NOT a children’s story.  So let’s leave the two-by-