Credo for Advent

 

uesday, December 3, 2019

Credo for Advent

I believe

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in angels who watch over me,

in the holy spirit which guides me,

in the DNA of my ancestors influencing who I am,

in inspiration which comes unannounced.

I BELIEVE.

I believe 

in helping others with schooling, health care, food, housing,

in freedom to live with whom and where I want to live,

in discussion not angry words with name-calling and threats,

in families focusing on what they have in common not what keeps them apart,

I BELIEVE in PEACE.

I believe

in clean air, water and soil as God intended,

in saving threatened species which God has created,

in supporting natural energy sources from wind, sun, water

in recycling, composting, re-purposing,

I BELIEVE in the EARTH.

I believe 

in respecting other religious groups,

in welcoming immigrants and refugees,

in being open and willing to learn from those who are different,

in seeing the good in people even if I have to search for it.

I BELIEVE in PEACE on EARTH.

Jaclyn Morgan

A Thanksgiving Memory

 

Thursday, November 21, 2013

A St. Mark Thanksgiving Memory

 Back in the late 1970's or early 1980's we had a Thanksgiving Eve Dinner where we each brought an assigned item: stew, bread, fruit salad, dessert.  When we got to Fellowship Hall, we were assigned seats.  One family sat on the stage at several long tables filled with food set on linen table cloths, candelabras. Many of us sat in folding chairs, with paper covering the tables with one pot of stew, no dessert or fruit.  But most stood crowded around a table covered with newspapers, having to share one loaf of bread

We didn't "get it" at first.  I wasn't that concerned because I'd brought my kids PBJ sandwiches knowing they wouldn't eat stew.  But some were very upset their children wouldn't have much food.  I can recall people approaching the very embarrassed family on the stage begging for food for their children, and that family motioning that others were welcome to take the food.  Still, it was a little humiliating to have to ask for food.  Eventually, the family caught on and started taking food to other tables.

I will never forget the event, but not many remember it. Maybe no one else was there that still belongs.  After awhile, we were told that the family with all of the food represented North America while those of us with chairs were Europe, and those who had to stand with very little food represented Africa.  Most of us walked away a little hungry but with the reminder that Thanksgiving was the next day with a feast, and we Americans had a lot to be thankful for.  

Jaclyn Morgan

Gratitude

 

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Gratitude

 “Gratitude begins in our hearts and then dovetails into behavior. It almost always makes you willing to be of service, which is where the joy resides. It means that you are willing to stop being such a jerk. When you are aware of all that has been given to you, in your lifetime and the past few days, it is hard not to be humbled, and pleased to give back.” 
― Anne Lamott, Help Thanks Wow: The Three Essential Prayers

Thanksgiving and reading Anne Lamotte's book, got me thinking about Gratitude. Several years ago, my daughter started a year-long journey of documenting on Instagram something she was thankful for each day.  She then had them printed in a book.  The idea came from Ann Vosskamp's book One Thousand Gifts.  Amazon says:

 In One Thousand Gifts, Ann invites you to embrace everyday blessings and embark on the transformative spiritual discipline of chronicling God's gifts. It's only in this expressing of gratitude for the life we already have, we discover the life we've always wanted...a life we can take, give thanks for, and break for others. We come to feel and know the impossible right down in our bones: we are wildly loved--by God. 

I shared this idea with my circle and two of us have taken that journey of finding something to be thankful for each day:  the song of birds, the color of a leaf, lunch with a friend, a penny found on a parking lot.  We used the hashtag #stmarkthankful and #stmarkthankfuljounal to chronicle our journey.

Recently a friend shared on Facebook an article explaining the huge benefit in seeking gratitude.  Click here for the entire article written by a neuro-scientist.  This article says that just seeking things to be grateful for and sharing with friends releases the dopamine that makes us feel better.

As we are approaching winter when many of us have a tendency to get depressed, look for something to be grateful for, share it with others. If you are on Instagram use one of our hashtags. But, if you don't do Instagram, express your gratitude to your spouse, a friend.  Write a note, make a phone call, send an e-mail or keep a written journal.  It's one of those times when science and faith agree being grateful will make you happier.

God in Three Persons: Blessed Trinity

 

God has appeared to me throughout the years, but each time has been like looking through a kalaidoscope—-I see different “faces” of God depending on my stage. As a child, God and the Holy Spirit were too abstract, but Jesus with those warm brown eyes was someone I could look to for guidance, support and love. The hymn “Jesus Loves Me” got me through the times when i felt unloved. Later,I was guided by “what would Jesus do?” when making choices. 

As an adult I was guided more by God, the creator. Hymns like “Holy, Holy, Holy” and “This is my Father’s World”were important to me and my understanding of God who created the beauty of Europe’s cathedrals and the red wood forest.  My God was awe-some, all-powerful.  But HE also was often disappointed in my decisions. It was a time when I was important to myself and only when confronted by a beautiful sunset or the majesty of mountains, was I forced to slow down and reflect on the grandeur of God rather than on myself.

At both stages, I “ignored” the Holy Spirit—-something I associated with "Charismatic” churches and speaking in tongues.  Although I had my “conscience” to  guide me as a child, it was often associated with Jimminey Cricket on Mickey Mouse Club who always said, “Let your conscience be your guide.” 

I’ve often felt that my writing is influenced and guided by another entitiy which I always thought of as my muse.  Sometimes my “muse” was relentless, over-powering my dreams and thoughts. Sometime i have to sit quietly in my “thin places” or my patio and let this spirit come to me—-make time for it. prioritize it. not be distracted by “things to do”, but just having quiet time.  It’s so hard for my hyperactive brain and body to “Be still”. As I was older my “muse” helped me with my writing. But was my “Conscience”  or my “muse” really the Holy Spirit living within me?

I’m not sure if it’s my stage or my age but I’ve moved on to understanding the Holy Spirit and the role SHE plays in my faith.  “Ruach”, the sound of wind, is the Hebrew word for the Spirit. Ruach is the breath within me, whirling and swirling.

The hymn "Spirit of Gentleness" touches my soul. In it we are reminded to listen to the gentleness of the Holy Spirit weaving it’s way in our daily lives, guiding our actions like a gentle breeze.But, if like Jonah we refuse to listen, then the Spirit is no longer gentle but relentless, forcing us to listen and pay attention.

When I was younger, I saw Jesus and God as something apart from myself whereas the holy spirit is within me, a part of me since birth. The Holy Spirit is not just a “muse” or a “conscience” but the part of me I often tap into for strength and understanding. SHE dances with my soul. I try to live to make  Ruach happy and content: I love feeling her breath circling me in an embrace.  

February 1946

I started out thinking I could write a poem about my feelings, but someone already beat me to it.  Thank you John Carl Ylvisaker for this hymn: “I Was There To Hear Your Borning Cry”

I was there to hear your borning cry,

I'll be there when you are old.

I rejoiced the day you were baptized,

to see your life unfold.

I was there when you were but a child,

with a faith to suit you well;

In a blaze of light you wandered off

to find where demons dwell."

"When you heard the wonder of the Word

I was there to cheer you on;

You were raised to praise the living Lord,

to whom you now belong.

If you find someone to share your time

and you join your hearts as one,

I'll be there to make your verses rhyme

from dusk 'till rising sun.

In the middle ages of your life,

not too old, no longer young,

I'll be there to guide you through the night,

complete what I've begun.

When the evening gently closes in,

and you shut your weary eyes,

I'll be there as I have always been

with just one more surprise.

I was there to hear your borning cry,

I'll be there when you are old.

I rejoiced the day you were baptized,

to see your life unfold.

That’s the beauty of the Trinity: the three parts guide us at every stage of our lives:  from knowing that Jesus loves us to exalting the power of God to being guided by the Holy Spirit.Three in one: always there ready to meet us where we are.

To Every thing there is a Season

 

Thursday, October 30, 2014

To every thing a season . . .

Ecclesiastes 3 King James Version (KJV)

3 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

2 A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

 As I was looking at the leaves on my trees turning, I became a little depressed realizing that with the turning of leaves comes winter--- and how I dreaded another winter like 2014.  I looked at my dogwood which I had always admired with its red leaves, wanting to appreciate the beauty of the present. I saw something I'd never seen before.  There beside the leaves turning red were the red berries to nourish my beloved birds, but what's that white knob?  A bud!

In His infinite wisdom God opened my eyes to what was before me all along:  the hope for Spring, the resurrection of life was already there.  On the dogwood tree was the beauty of Autumn, nourishment for winter and promise of Spring.  Thank you God!

On being Eighty

 

I’m not afraid of being 80

I can be the feisty old lady,

or, demure and unsure.

Let people smile and roll their eyes.

“Sorry I parked so close.”

“Could you help me reach those pies”

“Can you pull these carts apart”

“what was that?  

No, I didn’t fart”

“I’m sorry you spoke too fast.. . .”

“I’m a little slow

Let me move over and let you pass.”

“Can you read this number

It’s a little small,

I can’t read it at all”

“Could I have soup in a cup?

And extra napkins

Tremors make it hard to eat”

‘I’m sorry what did you say

I hate to ask you to please repeat.’

I sometimes wear a scarf.

trying to stay warm and 

trying to look smart:

Hiding my wrinkly neck and

Catching the crumbs 

From cake or buns.

I can be feisty and appear clueless.

Although my body is fading,

Don’t underestimate my thinking.

My body may be at times “helpless”

But my brain keeps on ticking.

There seems to be an app for everything

But, not for old age.

It’s not just another stage in life

It’s the last page in the journal

of my life.

Each day, I celebrate the miracle of 80!

All Are Welcome

 

Tuesday, May 21, 2019

All are Welcome

Gospel Reading Luke 8:1-15

1Soon afterwards he went on through cities and villages, proclaiming and bringing the good news of the kingdom of God. The twelve were with him, 2as well as some women who had been cured of evil spirits and infirmities: Mary, called Magdalene, from whom seven demons had gone out, 3and Joanna, the wife of Herod’s steward Chuza, and Susanna, and many others, who provided for them out of their resources.

This Lectionary reading for today is interesting because the women are mentioned, three by name:  Mary (called Magdalene), Joanna, Susanna "and many others."  This is the second time in a month of readings that Luke mentions the women with Jesus.  We also heard about them on Easter morning---many of them were the same women.  Click here for that passage.

At first glance, I wryly thought---"well, things haven't changed much." The women in the Easter passage were taking spices to the tomb to prepare the body of Christ. They were making sure everything was tidy, clean and smelled good to honor Jesus in death.  And, in today's passage they are "providing" --- we assume they are cooking and feeding the disciples---possibly washing and mending. But, wait. . . .

First, I noticed the disciples are "the twelve" and not named in this passage, but several women are.  This indicates the focus in this passage is intended to be on the women who are "providing out of their resources"  We don't know if they are providing the funding for the ministry or the food---perhaps both.  After all, Joanna is the wife of Herod's steward which could be a hint as to the kind of resources they are providing. She would have been a very wealthy woman and perhaps the other women were too.   Is this Luke's way of thanking them or is he acknowledging the importance of their role in the ministry of Christ?

As scholars have mentioned, it would be very unusual for women in this era to be traveling with an itinerant band unless they were wealthy and powerful.  They were certainly not "camp followers"---Jesus has made his position on adultery very clear and they would not have been named.

No, these were women who were respected by Jesus and Luke.  The other interesting part of this passage is they are "women who had been cured of evil spirits and infirmities."  These were women who had been flawed by mental or physical illness and had found peace and healing in Jesus' presence and teachings.  Regardless of their past, they were welcome.

This speaks volumes on who is welcome to join Jesus on his journey:  everyone is welcome---the flawed, the cured, men, women, the poor and the wealthy---if they are willing to serve. 

Dear God, Open our eyes to the ways we ALL can serve you. We may be flawed, but we are still  welcome within the church if we are willing to serve.  We may have sinned, but we are still welcome within the church if we are willing to serve. Help us to follow the paths that Mary, Joanna, and Susanna have shown us.  

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Jaclyn Morgan