Sunday, March 27, 2011

REFLECTIONS . . . . ON SURVIVING AND THRIVING

 
March 27, 2011
Third Sunday in Lent, Year A
     Exodus 17:1-7
     Psalm 95
     Romans 5:1-11 
     John 4:5-4

"It is not the strongest of 
the species that survives,
nor the most intelligent.  
It is the one that is most
adaptable or responsive 
to change." 
          ~ Charles Darwin
                                          

Probably it is a little surprising to read a quote on the top of the bulletin for today from British naturalist Charles Darwin.   But you are an open-minded group, and I think you will see the wisdom in Darwin’s statement about survival. Ever since he first set forth his theory of the Origin of Species, published in1859, poor Darwin has been getting a bad rap by some “religious folks.”  Forty-three years after Darwin died, the famous Scopes trial took place, a result of religious fundamentalist rigidity and fanaticism attempting to prove that Darwin’s theory was blasphemous.1 I find it interesting that now, in our day, most theologians accept that belief in God as Creator of the universe and all that is and belief in evolutionary change and adaptation are NOT mutually exclusive.  One can be a person of faith and embrace both positions. For example, my favorite ecological-environmental theologian, Sallie McFague, refers to the Big Bang Theory and evolution as the “commonly accepted Creation story.”  So Darwin had a point when he wrote these words:  “It is not the strongest of the species that survives, or the most intelligent that survives.  It is the one that is the most adaptable or responsive to change.”2  It’s that point I want to reflect on today:  survival and adaptability - or responsiveness - to change.

In the story of the Exodus from Egypt back to the Promised Land, Moses had his share of problems with the Israelite people.  They were grumblers and complainers and at times, unbelievers.  In the passage for today [Exodus 17:107] we find them quarreling with Moses again, this time because where they are camped, at a place called Rephidim, there is no water to drink, and they are thirsty.  The text is careful to say, “no water to drink” - which makes me wonder if there were water, just not clean or good water.  Anyway, they are thirsty.  And they blame Moses, accusing him of bringing them out of Egypt into the wilderness to kill them and their children and livestock with thirst.  Such gratitude!

So Moses asks the LORD what to do, and we have the story of Moses striking a rock with his staff and drinking water coming out of the rock.  Moses named the place Massah, meaning testing, and Meribah, meaning quarreling – because that is what the Israelite people did in that place.  They had forgotten that their God had led them there in the first place.  They were not willing - or able - to respond or adapt to their situation, nor to accept in faith that God would see them through it.  Nope.  They just grumbled and quarreled with Moses and tested their God saying, “Is the LORD among us or not?”  The Israelite people were not even sure they would survive; much less did they carry the remote thought that they could even thrive.  They had not yet heard the saying, “BLOOM WHERE YOU ARE PLANTED!” They certainly were not blooming in that desert wilderness.  They were wilting. They were unwilling - or unable - to open their minds and hearts to their God and respond to God’s many blessings already bestowed upon them.  They could not or would not respond to their less fortunate circumstances as they journeyed on to what they believed would be a land of “milk and honey.” And did they ever have a surprise ahead of them when they reached that land!  But that’s another story for another time.

A few weeks ago, Allan spoke on the Gospel story for today – quite by accident because he looked up the texts for the day by looking at lessons from Year A in the past by date, forgetting that in this particular year, the Season of Epiphany had 8 Sundays.  So Allan landed on the Third Sunday in Lent.  I’m glad he did, actually, because he had an excellent message on Matthew’s account of the encounter between the Samaritan woman and Jesus at Jacob’s well.  He spoke of the importance of “meeting” – meeting other people or circumstances, and how such a meeting can totally change a person’s life, as it did the life of the Samaritan woman when she met Jesus and then chose to go back to the village and proclaim to all the people that she had met the Messiah and they should come and see for themselves.  They did, and they believed in Jesus.  And their lives, like the woman’s, were forever changed.  I would suggest that they became Thrivers instead of just Survivors.   I say that, having run across a quote this week in an advertisement for a study called Thrive, part of the Imagine No Malaria campaign. The ad said:  “When you thrive the world around you is more alive.” Hear that again: “When you thrive the world around you is more alive.” 

Children in countries where Malaria still exists in epidemic proportions are fortunate if they survive.  One statistic states that in Africa, every 45 seconds a child dies from Malaria.3 If you do the math, that's 1,920 children a day. Our United Methodist Church has made their survival a top priority so that they and the world around them can begin to live and to thrive. A special program called Imagine No Malaria is an attempt to provide mosquito netting for children in Malaria-ridden countries.  The sickness and death rate drops dramatically when infants and children are protected by netting over their beds while they sleep to keep them safe from the biting mosquitoes that carry the Malaria parasite, plasmodium.  A life-saving mosquito net costs $10.00. If you visit the church website and click on the “Imagine No Malaria” in the lower left-hand corner, you can learn more about this dreaded disease and the initiative to get rid of it. If you click on the logo above the URL, you can sign up to receive daily Lenten devotionals based on the Imagine No Malaria initiative.  They are wonderfully written and inspiring devotionals.

Meanwhile, along the lines of Allan’s thoughts from a few weeks ago, I’d like to tell you about a “meeting” I had this week that has had an effect on my own life.  I‘ve been interested in the “Imagine No Malaria” program, and I noticed on their site a link to sign up for a Lenten daily devotional based on this initiative.  So I signed up and received my first emailed devotional.  I was so impressed and moved by it that I emailed the unnamed contact person to ask if we could somehow put a link to the daily devotional on our church website.  I signed it with my name and title as Pastor of the West Danville United Methodist Church.  An almost immediate response came back telling me how we could link to their Lenten devotional.  And then a personal note that said:

“On a side-note, believe it or not my father is actually from West Danville!  We still have a house on Joes Pond right on Clubhouse Drive that we come to every summer.  I will be back up there in July, in fact.  I about fell out of my chair when I saw your email earlier today!  Thank you for supporting this ministry. Blessings, Margo Jacobs, Associate Executive Director, Imagine No Malaria”

 I emailed Margo back, asking if she were related to Marge Jacobs and describing how I knew Marge and her granddaughter Jennifer and about our Holy Land trip in 2001.  She replied:  

“How fantastic - Marge Jacobs is my grandmother and Jen is my cousin!  I am Dan’s daughter – you may also know his sister/my aunt Sukie Benoit…..I remember when Gram went to the Holy Land – she had a wonderful time, and Jennifer too!  I believe Gram’s last summer in Vermont was in 2007 or 2008, when it just got to be too hard to travel.  Jen is now her caretaker down in Tampa.  Gram does not have much short-term memory left, but she gets very misty-eyed when we talk about Joe’s Pond.  I will absolutely have to swing in this summer when we are up there – I believe we will be coming through the week after the Fourth of July, from July 10-17.”

And then she invited me to be part of a team of representatives from churches in the New England Conference that were interested in Imagine No Malaria.  I plan to go to the groups’ first meeting on April 5th in Lawrence, Massachusetts, at the New England Conference office.   

How cool is that? – to email an unnamed person at the General Board of Discipleship of the United Methodist Church and have the recipient be a summer visitor to Joes Pond and granddaughter of a former faithful worshiper and supporter of this church. What an awesome “meeting” through cyberspace!

It might seem like I have wandered a bit from the theme I put in the bulletin for my Reflections today about Surviving and Thriving.  But perhaps not, for it seems to me that real thriving happens when we make connections with others. The woman at the well connected with Jesus and she began, then, to do more than just survive.  She began to thrive – to find real life – to have her metaphorical thirst quenched by the Living Water that is Jesus Christ, our Lord.   And, in keeping with Darwin’s quote, she, who was a Samaritan, an enemy of Jews, let go of that old way of being.  She was adaptable – responsive – to the change to which Jesus was calling her.  She was willing to put her own self aside to speak to this Jewish man who asked her for a drink of water.  And the things which were once important to her, like her daily work of drawing a jar of water, and the things which frightened her or intimidated her, like the citizens of the city who knew her history and judged her by it - those things no longer mattered.  They no longer held her captive.  She was free.  Already the Living Water had begun to flow through her as she headed back into her hometown to tell others about Jesus.  [Just an aside – did you notice that according to the gospel story, she never did give Jesus a drink of water?]

I will close with that Imagine No Malaria quote one more time: “When you thrive the world around you is more alive.”

So let’s not just survive.
Let’s thrive!




1 See this website for information on Darwin and his work: http://law2.umkc.edu/faculty/projects/ftrials/scopes/darwin.htm


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© Carol J. Borland, Pastor Emeritus, Interim Pastor, West Danville United Methodist Church, West Danville, Vermont
 

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

APRIL NEWSLETTER ARTICLE

I wrote this article for the April Newsletter for the West Danville United Methodist Church.  You can find the whole newsletter posted on the church website at www.westdanvilleumc.org

Meanderings of the Pastor

Extreme Supermoon of 3-29-2011
 An Extreme Supermoon!  What a way to welcome Spring 2011!  It was an awesome sight on its rising to see the moon at its closest to the earth in its orbit on March 19th. Wikipedia tells us that there are approximately four to six supermoons annually - not really a rare occurrence. For a supermoon to be called “extreme” means that the moon must be at its closest and also be aligned with the Earth and the Sun. There have only been 14 “extreme supermoons” from 1900 to the present date.

And here we are in Lent.  The word Lent comes from the Old English word “Lencten” and means “spring.”  Christians use the word to designate the 40 days (not counting Sundays) before Easter. Easter Sunday is the first Sunday after the first full moon (on April 18, 2011) after the Vernal Equinox (the first day of spring, March 21, 2011).  Thus, Easter in 2011 is about as late as it comes: April 24th.   Perhaps this year on Easter we will witness a full spring (“lencten”) actually springing forth.  Meanwhile, in these 40 days of Lent, we prepare for the heart wrenching events of Holy Week and the joy of the Resurrection of our Lord on Easter morning.  Be sure to check out the times and places for our special times to gather to worship during Holy Week and on Easter Sunday.  They are listed in this bulletin.  If you like to sing, plan to practice and sing with the Ecumenical Choir.  And be sure to attend our Easter Breakfast at the West Danville United Methodist Church, graciously prepared by the Fleurie family and their helpers.


Spring reminds us of new life and growth.  And that reminds me of the many new ministries we are planning and growing.  Perhaps you have already visited our new website.  However, one visit is not enough.  The site is constantly changing, growing, adding new things.  The latest is our own store or stores.  We now have a bookstore affiliated with Cokesbury, the United Methodist bookstore.  It you purchase books or other items through this site, Cokesbury will donate 5% of the sale to support our church.  The same is true of the personalized items available on Cafépress.  Very soon we will have other shopping places as well.  What a totally innovative way to help finance the work and mission of the church! 

Another new thing in the planning is Church School for children and adults.  More on this later, as plans develop.
And in late May or early June we will celebrate with United Methodists around the world in the Change the World Event.  One of our mission projects for this event will be to see how many malaria nets we can buy (at a cost of $10 each) to donate to countries where malaria is the leading cause of death among children. 

Also coming in May is a “coffee house.”  Our coffeehouse - known as “HeBrews” - will be open one night a month for all who wish to come for fun and fellowship.  Each month there will be a different program of interest – music, comedy, game night, open mic night, movie night – and always coffee, food, fun and fellowship. 

Continue to have a Holy Lent.  Worship with us on Sunday at 9:30 a.m.  And try out some of the new things that are springing into being at the West Danville United Methodist Church.

God’s Shalom (peace, health and well-being) be with you!

Saturday, March 5, 2011

REFLECTIONS . . . . Transfiguration ~ a "mysterium tremendum"



March 6, 2011                                                              
Epiphany 9A ~ Transfiguration Sunday, Year A
Exodus 24:12-18
Psalm 99                 
2 Peter 1:16-21                   
Matthew 17:1-9

 
Friday night I found myself in the emergency room at North Country Hospital.  It is because we have this wonderful son, Nathan, who is also a paramedic (well, almost – he still has some clinical time to put in and his national test to take).  Anyway, I called Nathan Friday evening to tell him I was not feeling “right” – that I had a “vacant feeling” in my chest and was a bit short of breath and had puffy legs and feet.  He already knew I had been experiencing some problems with a medicine I was taking and had been instructed to stop it for awhile to see what happened.  Nathan, as an EMTI, always takes the path of caution.  So he talked me into getting checked out at the ER – not something I especially like.  There, the tests they ran were all negative – that’s a GOOD thing!  And the one puzzling thing was that my always steady, pacemaker-created resting pulse was not the usual 60.  And what the EEG showed was that my own Sinus node, and NOT the pacemaker, was firing the electrical impulses to make my heart beat.  So all I had to do was move an arm or wiggle a little or take a deep breath, or laugh, or even think an anxious thought and my pulse rate would go up – and it never went down to the programmed 60.  Keep in mind that my heart’s own electrical system working all on its own with only an occasional assist from the pacemaker had not happened to me before.  That’s why I needed a pacemaker – to get my heart rate at least up to 60 beats per minute. No one could tell me why this was happening, but they assured me I was “doing just fine.”  So we, my pacemaker and I, were an emergency room enigma!  On Saturday morning, my pulse was back to its usual 60 beats per minute at rest. 

It reminded me of a Peanuts cartoon where Linus, in complete frustration with Lucy, cries out, “Lucy, you are a total enigma!”  And Lucy goes around asking, “What’s an enigma?  What’s an enigma?  What’s an enigma?”  And getting no answer to her question. 

Well, it seems to me that the story of the Transfiguration is a total enigma – a puzzle – something we do not easily understand.  Nor can we.  It happened in another time and another place, to other people and totally outside of our range of personal experience.  To see Jesus standing on a mountain with face shining like the sun and clothing dazzling white and then a sudden appearance of Moses and Elijah, considered the two greatest prophets in the Old Testament – well, that’s more than a little out of our range!

This is a text about a world we don’t have all figured out.  And we like to have things figured out.  But with this story there are no easy answers to its meaning.  The text itself isn’t even clear what kind of event this is, for in one moment we seem to be reading about an event that is happening in time and space, and in the next moment, Jesus is referring to this event as a “vision” when he orders Peter, James and John as they are coming down the mountain, “Tell no one about the vision until after the Son of Man has been raised from the dead.” [Matthew 17:9 NRSV]  Truly an enigma!  A Mystery.

The thought occurred to me some time this past week that a sermon that is faithful to this text should leave its hearers scratching their heads and proclaiming, “What was that all about?”  So I could stop here and have accomplished that goal.  HOWEVER, it also occurred to me that we cannot just walk away from this text declaring it merely irrelevant and inapplicable to our lives. 

When theologian Rudolf Otto considered the incomprehensible yet magnetic pull of mystery and holiness in our lives, he coined a term from Latin:  mysterium tremendum – a tremendous mystery -  a standing over against something “wholly Other,” overwhelmed, awe-filled and yet strangely attracting.  This mysterium tremendum, says Otto,

 “may come sweeping like a gentle tide, pervading the mind with a tranquil mood of deepest worship It may pass over into a more set and lasting attitude of the soul, continuing, as it were, thrillingly vibrant and resonant, until at last it dies away and the soul resumes its everyday experience.  It may burst in sudden eruption up from the depths of the soul with spasms and convulsions, or lead to the strangest excitements, to intoxicated frenzy, to ecstasy. It may become the hushed, trembling and speechless humility of the creature in the presence of – whom or what?  In the presence of that which is a mystery inexpressible and above all creatures.”1

It is not of any ultimate importance that we say eloquent words or develop exquisite theologies, or worship in proper forms, or even that we sing music of majesty and grandeur.  Theologies and words and symbols and creeds are transient and pass away and take on new and different forms.  WHAT MATTERS is that, in the doing of all this, the love of God sweeps through our souls and makes us new creatures.  WHAT MATTERS is that here and there, now and then, the life of Christ glistens in bright whiteness in our lives, leaving us speechless.  WHAT MATTERS is that somewhere, somehow we stand on holy ground and see the face of Jesus, and even for some brief moment in our hearts, we see his face shine and know beyond any shadow of doubt that he is the Christ, our Savior.

It seems to me we are very much like Peter and the other disciples, who stand dumbly, not knowing what to say or do.  I find that a comforting thought.  They are muddling through, trying to understand in the midst of their own amazement and confusion.  And there is God, giving them the invitation, calling them to the Center:  “This is my Son, the Beloved; with him I am well pleased; listen to him!” [v.5b 

Maybe it is not so important that we come away from the mountain with answers, and maybe there is a time when even our questions are frivolous.  Maybe this story is one of those times, as Frederick Buechner puts it, “where [we] are left to suspect the reality of splendors [we] cannot name.”2

 The story of the Transfiguration is placed at the end of Epiphany and before the beginning of Lent for a reason.  It gives us a taste of the mystery that is to come - the Resurrection - and it summons us to enter upon the pilgrimage we call Lent.  A pilgrimage or journey that leads us “to suspect" and perhaps even, in some small measure, to experience "the reality of splendors we cannot name.” 



EndNotes:


1 Otto, Rudolf, The Idea of the Holy, pp 12-13 in the standard English version. (Born September 25, 1869, Peine, Prussia—died March 6, 1937, Marburg, Germany) eminent German theologian, philosopher, and historian of religion.

2 Frederick Buechner, The Sacred Journey: A Memoir of Early Days, HarperCollins Publishers, NY, 1982.  439.


Copyright: Carol J. Borland, Pastor Emeritus & Interim Pastor, 
                  West Danville United Methodist Church, West Danville, Vermont.   
                  March 6, 2011 – Transfiguration Sunday