Monday, September 30, 2013

The Covenants We Keep

We are soon headed home from Boston, where I officiated a wedding for some very dear friends' daughter and son-in-law. It was a beautiful ceremony, and the couple a joy to work with. An absolute delight to celebrate the starting of a new life as a married couple with all the family and friends who joined in the celebration.
As such, I've been thinking of covenants. With whom do we share covenants? How do covenants draw us forth into a new way of being?
Here is the sermon I preached - keeping their names out, of course.

Blessings,

Joel



May the words of my mouth …
In coming back to the Boston area from the west coast I am once again reminded of how some things change: There are new buildings where I don’t remember them, and some business have disappeared.
I’m also reminded of how some things don’t change: like the way people drive.
In coming back to the Boston area from the west coast I am once again reminded of the long history this place has with European contact. On the West Coast, something is old when it’s 150 years old. That’s new out here.
In coming back to the Boston area for your wedding, I’m reminded of ethicist and theologian Margaret Farley’s observations in Personal Commitments: Beginning, Keeping, Changing:

Civilization’s history tend to be written in terms of human discoveries and inventions, wars, artistic creations, laws, forms of government, customs, the cultivation of the land. … At the heart of this history, however, lies a sometimes hidden narrative of promises, pledges, oaths, compacts, committed beliefs, and projected visions. At the heart of any individual’s story, too, lies the tale of her or his commitments.

We are here today to celebrate the commitments – the covenant – that this couple shares with one another, as they start out their married lives. This is the kind of thing that Farley wonders about – the daily human-scale commitments:

What did Sheila do when she married Joshua? What will actually happen in the moment when Karen vows to live a celibate and simple life within a community dedicated to God? What does Ruth effect when she signs a business contract? What takes place when Dan speaks the Hippocratic Oath as he begins his career as a doctor? What happens when heads of state sign an international agreement regarding the law of the sea? What happens when Jill and Sharon pledge their love and friendship for their whole lives long?

We give our word. That is what these actions Farley mentions are all about. We give our word – sending it out, carrying our integrity, our fidelity, our faithfulness, our truth.
Our word is still ours, but it now calls back to us from the heart of another person, or a circle of people, within which it now dwells. Such a commitment does not predict the future or set it in stone.
Rather, it makes a certain kind of future possible.


Bride and Groom, you have known each other for a very long time. And your relationship to and with one another has grown as well. Ponder the love that you felt towards each other when you first kissed. Four years later, did that love feel the same? [Groom nods, Bride shakes her head.] And when you became engaged, it was different yet, was it not? And this morning, as you are about to exchange your vows – your covenant – with one another, that love has grown, it’s changed, and it has matured. A year from now, five years from now, years from now, that love will continue to grow and blossom and mature.
And what will the future bring?
Wendell Berry writes in Standing by Words: “We can join one another only by joining the unknown … [Your union] is going where the two of you – and marriage, time, life, history, and the world – will take it. You do not know the road; you have committed your life to a way.”
Your vows, then, are not describing what you expect or need, but rather how you intend to walk hand in hand, the way you intend to go, and to be.

And you don’t go alone.
Oh, the words remain yours. The covenant remains yours. But now they speak not only from each of your lips, but are called back from one another’s hearts – each of yours – but also all of ours who are here, too.
Bride and Groom, take a moment and turn and look at all those who have gathered here to wish you well. Look at the community of support that surrounds you in love.
Listen to the music – remember that the first hymn Praise to the Lord, the Almighty was played not only at your, Bride’s, baptism, but at your two brothers,' too. That this hymn was sung at your parents’ wedding.
Or the linen altar cloth? How a young woman in her early twenties, while working in a linen factory in Germany bought this cloth, how years later she then gave it to her new daughter-in-law as she was starting out life in the United States. How that daughter-in-law, your grandmother, you Oma, donated it to the church here when you were baptized.
Or what about the engagement ring upon your hand? How the Groom had a conversation with his grandmother about how he was saving up money for an engagement ring. She gave him the ring her father gave her when she turned 30, so that he (the Groom) could ask for your hand in marriage. In the process, blessing you both.
We love, not just in words, but in actions.

Covenants call us into such loving action. Covenants call us into a way of being in relationship with one another. A relationship based on fidelity, intimacy, commitment and accountably. They call us to bear one another’s burdens as our own. They call us to meet our struggles in a plural voice.
As a colleague of mine, Rebecca Parker says, covenants are “freely chosen life-sustaining interdependence.”

In a world in which independence rather than interdependence is stressed, living out your covenant in the midst of your marriage becomes a spiritual practice. Like all good spiritual practices, marriage invites us to be open and vulnerable to each other. Like all good spiritual practices, it calls us to be patient with one another, even though we aren’t particularly feeling that way. It sustains us, nurtures us, allows us to grow – and even changes us.
We start with these aspirations (like those found in the 1 Corinthians passage) that we long to uphold and act out – even though we know we are not very good at them.
For we know (as Victoria Safford writes) “A covenant is a living, breathing aspiration, made new every day. It can’t be enforced by consequences but it may be reinforced by forgiveness and by grace, when we stumble, when we forget, when we mess up.”

Like all good spiritual practices, it calls us to a way of life. No longer as one, but as two. Two to share in the joys – making them all the more so. Two to share in the sorrows and pain – making them less. Two with which to travel together on this road of life.
As Victoria Safford writes: 

When we celebrate the love of beaming couples … we speak not in the binding language of contract, but in the life-sustaining fluency of covenant, from covenir, to travel together. We will walk together with you, friend; we will walk together with each other toward the lives we mean to lead, toward the world we would mean to have a hand in shaping, the world of compassion, equity, freedom, joy and gratitude. Covenant is the work of intimate justice.[1]


Amen.



[1] Safford, Victoria, “Bound in Covenant: Congregational covenants are declarations of interdependence.” UUWorld. Vol XXVII No 2 (Summer 2013). 26ff – This article inspired the sermon, other quotes from this article.

Monday, September 23, 2013

A Change of Season

My wife and I share what we are reading with each other. From time to time, I point out (or read aloud) something that seems to hit me, and she does the same towards me. Sometimes we just pick-up one another's devotionals and skim a bit. The two of us have been talking of late about how the season of our summer cruise is done, that there is an adjustment to the rituals of the school year. Even when we are enjoying the school year ritual, and/or looking forward to what it brings, there is still an adjustment.
Yesterday, the first storm of the season blew through, in fact it is still gusting as I write. This is the earliest I remember one blowing, it feels more like late October. And yet ... how appropriate for the first day of Autumn.
This morning I then found the following:
Live as if you liked yourself, and it may happen:
reach out, keep reaching out, keeping bringing in.
This is how we are going to live for a long time: not always,
for every gardener knows that after the digging, after the planting,
after the long season of tending and growth, the harvest comes.
~ Marge Piercy
     In the early seventies I belonged to a woman's moon circle and we celebrated the full moons and the changing seasons. These were special times of celebration and through our acknowledgment of the change of seasons we awoke to the sacredness of change. We were renewing an ancient ritual that has been performed throughout the world. The journey to unveil the power of love, the power of beauty within, is a process of accepting change. Each season has its time, an if the season is well lived and its lessons learned, we won't cling to the past. We will continue the journey of awakening, opening into the truth of each moment.
     Honoring the turning of the seasons is a wonderful way to reconnect with the Earth. The ritual can be as simple as noting in your journal the qualities of the new season or the solitary lighting of a single candle to mark the season's change. You may want to gather with friends to sing, dance, and celebrate. What were the gifts of the past season? What is the new season bringing forth?
~ Diane Mariechild. Open Mind: Women's Daily 
Inspiration for Becoming Mindful. 1995. September 17
It reminded me of Ecclesiastes, "For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven ..." (3:1). It reminded me, too, of how when out cruising (especially) we are mindful of the cycles of the moon - how they effect the tides and currents. And what great questions: "What were the gifts of the past season? What is the new season bringing forth?" We might add, where were you surprised by Grace?

As this new season opens forth, Blessed Be,

Joel

Monday, September 16, 2013

Bread of Life

On our cruise we started a batch of sourdough and have kept the starter going, making bread a few times a week, sense our return. Through the making of bread, I've been using a wooden spoon that I gave to my grandmother, with the intention that she use it in her own bread making. I don't think she ever did, it was too precious for her. When she died ten plus years ago, the wooden spoon came back to me. This past week, this wooden spoon has been a physical connection between my grandmother and myself. Not only in the using it to make bread, but in the making of bread itself.
As I've been mixing flour and yeasty sponge and kneading, awaiting for the dough to rise, punching it down, letting it rise again and baking it, I've also felt a connection to all of those who have baked bread I have known before, too. And as a pastor, it has reminded me - connected me - with those who have baked communion bread for the church services. In the baking of bread I've felt with connected with the large communion of saints surrounding us.
As we soon enter this season of autumn, may you find things that not only give you life, but connect you to the present and those who have gone before. May you, too, find yourself connected with the communion of saints.

Blessed Be

Joel

Monday, September 9, 2013

Theophanies and Fog

It is that time of year again, here in the Pacific Northwest, when the sun shines straight down, but the fog is think on the horizon! A good time to sit at the anchor or the dock with time for contemplation, coffee, too.

Through out the Hebrew Scripture we find the people of God going out into the desert or up a mountain to seek out an experience of God - a theophany. Somehow, in the Wild places, God's presence could be felt more readily. Perhaps that is why we boaters like to go to Wild places, too.

The Gospel writers pick up this tradition, too. Jesus goes out to the desert or to deserted places to pray. When invited to join him, some of the disciples climb a mountain, a cloud descends and they experience a theopany - and Jesus is transfigured before their eyes.

Clouds and mist have a way of sharing, of bringing to mind what is going on - an opening for an experience of the Divine. What is fog but low clouds?

During this time of the year, we can become frustrated that we are not making good time on our schedules, or we can open ourselves up to a process of slowing down, becoming more aware of the Divine's Presence, and see what might happen.
Blessed Be

Joel

Monday, September 2, 2013

A Few Quotes

For those of you out traveling on this holiday weekend:

Wandering reestablishes the original harmony which once existed between man [sic] and the universe.
~ Anatole French

And for those celebrating those who Labor:
Far from leaving our bodies behind, prayer leads us to engage more fully with them, for God cannot be separated from the things of this world. I sought a life of prayer lived in intimacy not only with God, but also with the land and with a community of fellow pilgrims. That was why I came to [visit] the Trappists; they were known for a life of ora et labora, prayer and manual labor.
     "To sit on the side and gaze at our navel," Abbot Stan wrote in an essay on work, "is to miss the great reality of life. We are co-creators with God of the earthly city." Creation was not a one-time event, Stan said, it is ongoing, and we are called to participate in it with the work of our hands. For the monks at Mepkin there was a constant back-and-forth between work and prayer, action and contemplation, the one feeding the other. ... "If our work is to share in the creative activity of God," Abbott Stan continued, "then it is precisely not a dominion of power or self-aggrandizement. It is one of humility, to fulfill the calling to be a person. ... We do not dominate by lording it over nature, but by treading lightly, knowing that we are all in this together."
~ Bahnson, Fred. Soil and Sacrament:A Spiritual Memoir of Food and Faith. 2013: 21.
Blessed Be
Joel