Weeks End

Friday Five with 5 quick hit questions... and a bonus posted by Will Smama this week:

1) Your work day is done and the brain is fried, what do you do?
Grab a Red Earth beer from the fridge and sit outside under the Camphor Laurel enjoying it. Then off to the gym for a bit of cycling and weights. Home/shower/into Peter Alexander jamies and read til bedtime.

2) Your work week is done and the brain is fried (for some Friday, others Sunday afternoon), what do you do?
Well tonight I attended the first Open Space at our church. Couple of pews turned around to face each other over a coffee table covered with contemplative writing. Table and seat in the foyer with opportunity to journal or to write a greeting card to someone. Lesson from the techy guys on how to dim the lights. Plenty of candles. Quiet (recorded) music and DVD of nature scenes playing on loop. Tea light candles to light and watch. A blessed hour with no words, women and men together yet each in silence. Minimal set up and pack down. Welcome space.

3) Like most of us, I often keep myself busy even while programs are on the tv. I stop to watch The Office and 30 Rock on Thursday nights. Do you have 'stop everything' tv programming or books or events or projects that are totally 'for you' moments?
TV is one of our shared family times. When I got home tonight, for example, watched end of 'Sweet Home Alabama' with daughter. 'Me' time is when I am driving alone. Can listen to ABC National radio or CD of my choice. IPod while walking is another way to stop and detach from 'troubles and needless anxieties'

4) When was the last time you laughed, really laughed? What was so funny?
I fell about laughing when I realised just what I had said one recent Saturday afternoon. "I'd rather spend time with you than do the vacuuming" So does that mean that I love his company just a little more than one of my most disliked chores? It wasn't meant to come out like that. I won't be allowed to forget it.

5) What is a fairly common item that some people are willing to go cheap on, but you are not.
Soap. I love handcrafted oil based soaps. Buy one or two every time I go to a market. (Modified overnight to add pyjamas and wine)

Bonus: It's become trite but is also true that we often benefit the most when we give. Go ahead, toot your own horn. When was the last time you gave until it felt good?
It felt like a lot of giving last Sunday leading all three worship services - I was exhausted at the end of the day but it felt good. The good feeling continues! Tonight one of the youth group said she had got the DVD of the sermon and was going to watch it with her boyfriend over the weekend (just in case you wondered what young people do with their time these days). And the 8 am people were just so thrilled that I chose four hymns (the Minister usually has only 3). It seemed like all the preparation was worthwhile.

In honour of Uncle Tom

Another wonderful poetry invitation from Christine at Abbey of the Arts who posted this picture, taken during a trip to trace maternal ancestors. to inspire us to celebrate our ancestors, either as a group, or dedicated to a particular person (human or animal in nature).

The photograph is from Christine's invitation,

My great-uncle Thomas remained in Inverness when his parents and 12 siblings emigrated to New Zealand. Within a few years he was killed at Gallipoli. My grandparents named their first son after him, and that little one died in infancy. On a visit to Inverness I was stopped in my tracks and strangely moved when I saw his name on a wall plaque commemorating the men of Inverness, so many of them young men, who died in the first world war. I don't have a photograph.

I never met you
and I was moved to tears
when I saw your name

Lal remembered
her older brother always
and we heard stories

Thomas Gillanders
You were loved
You are remembered
You have family throughout this world
Rest in Peace

Intelligent hearts: Hearty intelligence

Post-delivery version of a sermon for Reformation Sunday (apologies for the formatting which is a blogger gremlin that I can't seem to fix)

Let us pray: Living word, as we listen and learn together we pray that new light and truth will indeed break forth among us and set us free. Amen.

Last weekend we visited the excellent exhibition at the Penrith Regional Gallery in Emu Plains. Just across the Nepean river. The photographs by Greg Semu were of family groups. Pasifika families, Samoan families now living in Australia. One family required three portraits to capture their full extent and dimensions. When we think of the Reformation or the Reformed Tradition it is in some ways like thinking of a branch of a family.

And there will be some reference today to some of our tipuna, our forebears, our ancestors in this tradition (accompanied by ppt slide of Katharina von Bora, Martin Luther et al).

The Reformation is usually dated to 31 October 1517 when Martin Luther, a priest, allegedly nailed his 95 theses to the door of Castle Church in Wittenberg. It now seems more likely that he in fact mailed the theses to his bishops on this day, as a basis for discussion about his concern for the way the church was extorting money and purporting to provide indulgences rather than proclaiming the word of God.

Other women and men joined this movement in the 16^th century and continue to the present day to bring intellect and passion to their experience of faith in Jesus Christ. Idelette de Bure, who appeared on Belgian stamps much more recently, was married to the French theologian John Calvin, again in the 16^th century. Charlotte von Kirschbaum was the faithful assistant to Karl Barth, living with his family, and contributed greatly to the 13 volumes of Church Dogmatics that are credited only to him. He acknowledges her very significant contribution in the preface, and publicly acknowledged that he could never have completed his work without his wife Nelly and his assistant 'Lollo'.

And like any family, this reformed tradition has some particular values. The majesty and sovereignty of God, the importance of the scriptures, and the love of God are three that we will focus on today.

“You shall be holy, for I the Lord your God am holy.” The book of Leviticus, or holiness code, contains many instructions for living. It is a record of the way the people of Israel understood what it meant to live a holy life.

The emphasis on God as wholly other, as totally different from humankind, is a key reformed value. Martin Luther objected to indulgences because they represented a claim that people could ‘buy God off’. We cannot presume or buy God’s favour. We cannot enlist God to our cause. We are “utterly dependent on an encounter with the divine for any understanding of ultimate reality. Barth saw the task of the church as that of proclaiming the "good word" of God and as serving as the "place of encounter" between God and mankind.”

Yet this wholly other God chooses to be revealed to us. Today we are gathered around the table and the font. The sacraments that are celebrated in this place are outward signs of inward grace. Baptism, as we celebrated last week, demonstrates powerfully that God first loved us. Many years ago now, friends of ours were mulling over whether or not their three-year-old daughter had the understanding to participate in communion. So they asked her. Her response was immediate “When I eat the bread God’s love goes right inside me.” Our forebear Calvin talked of the ‘real presence of Christ’ that we experience in the sacrament. Not necessarily some changing of the bread itself, or the juice. But in being set aside for a “sacred use and purpose” they do indeed become for us the body and blood of our Lord Jesus Christ.

Jesus Christ who said,“You will know the truth, and the truth will make you free”. That truth is contained in the Hebrew scriptures and the stories and letters of the early Christian church that make up our Bible. The Uniting Church in Australia says that the Church has received these books “as unique prophetic and apostolic testimony, in which it hears the Word of God and by which its faith and obedience are nourished and regulated... The Word of God on whom salvation depends is to be heard and known from Scripture appropriated in the worshiping and witnessing life of the Church.” (Basis of Union Article 5).

Jesus also said “… if the Son makes you free, you will be free indeed.” Our understanding of the word of God comes not only from text, but from the presence of Christ, the living word, among us. In Christ Jesus the word of God “became flesh and dwelt among us, full of grace and truth”. The reformed understanding is the word of God is the living Lord Jesus Christ, who sets us free.

The disciples were not slaves, and could not understand why Jesus said they would be free. We are not slaves, here in West Epping. We are free citizens, many of us property holders or in paid employment. The freedom that we have in Christ involves us as a community engaging with God’s mission. We are free from the forces that seek to control us, and free to live as citizens of the kingdom of God. Citizens of that kingdom are counter-cultural. Lent Event is an example. Many of you I know were busy packing materials last weekend. And Lent Event is about resisting the powers of consumerism and consumption, entering into partnership with churches beyond Australia, and together contributing to a world where justice and equity are evident.

There is a story about the theologian Karl Barth, author of 13 volumes of Church Dogmatics and often regarded as one of the best theologians of the past century. He was visiting the United States for a series of lectures. “At one of these, after a very impressive lecture, a student asked a typically American question. He said, ‘Dr. Barth, what is the greatest thought that has ever passed through your mind?’ The aging professor paused for a long time as he obviously thought about his answer. Then he said with great simplicity:‘Jesus loves me! This I know. For the Bible tells me so’ ” (Foundations of the Christian Faith, (Downers Grove/London, 1986), 331).

Conviction about the mercy and justice of God also characterise our reformers. Their powerful intellects and passion for holy living can sometimes obscure our view of their humanity and experience of love. Calvin was once described as a brain without a personality. Yet these were women and men who integrated heart and intellect. Their experience of God’s love enabled joy through what Calvin called ‘troubles’ and helped them to put aside anxieties and needless worry. Troubles for Calvin were real life events, like the deaths of his three children, his only children, in infancy, and the death of his wife Idelette which affected him greatly. In a letter to a friend he said “Mine is no common grief. I have been bereaved of the best companion of my life.”(Bouwsma p.23). Their lives were not easy. Think for a moment of Katharina von Bora. She was placed in a convent at the age of three, when her mother died, and her father did not want to financially support a female child. She became a nun at the age of sixteen, with a personal faith but also note that there were very few options for a woman of her time, in her circumstances. Somehow the writings of that early reformation movement made their way into the convent. She was influenced so much by what she read that she left the convent with a group of nuns, and eventually married Martin Luther. He was 42 and she was 26. I wonder what it would have been like, with no real memory of family life yourself, to learn to love and to raise a family. To see two of your daughters die, and then your husband. Interestingly for a congregation with a strong Methodist teetotal background, this amazingly resourceful woman bought a farm and ran a brewery, raised three sons and her surviving daughter. Managed a household despite a husband who would generously and arguably carelessly give things away. Following Martin’s death, she experienced a financial crash and injuries in a carriage accident from which she never recovered. It is alleged that her last words referred to her commitment to the Christ who loved her "I will stick to Christ as a burr on a top coat." (a burr is one of those very sticky little plant seeds that get on your socks when you are out bushwalking)

This sense of and knowledge of God’s love is inextricably linked with the majesty and ‘wholly-other-ness’ of God. Recognition of our inadequacy is a necessary prerequisite to recognising that we are loved. Barth may have responded to the American student with great simplicity – but that simplicity was born of deep experience. He once said:

In the life of every man there are shadows, deep shadows, which will not go away, so as to keep us where we are, as those who are beloved of God and can keep on loving and praising him.

The Message translation of the Leviticus passage makes it clear that holy living is not a matter of spiritual thoughts and feelings alone. It is a matter of action. Let us listen again:

Be holy because I, God, your God, am holy.

Don't pervert justice. Don't show favouritism to either the poor or the great. Judge on the basis of what is right.

God’s justice, the justice system in which we are called to live, goes far beyond our human justice systems. It is about addressing the fundamental requirements of well-being, of full life, of salvation. The historic signing of a peace treaty in the highlands of Papua New Guinea this year. The release of Pastor Berlin Guerrero from a Philippines prison. Clean drinking water in Milne Bay. Respectful care of orphans and vulnerable children in Zambia. These are signs of God’s mercy and justice in our world.

So in summary – some of the values that we inherit from the reformed tradition relate to who God is, the importance of the word of God, and God’s actions of mercy and justice in our world.

Our response: to live in that love and to stand against all that threatens that love. To know love and to know joy. The love and joy that come from knowing the grace of God, the truth of God’s word, and the life of God’s spirit.

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A Mighty Stronghold Is Our God - Pipe Organ

Thanks Martin for a succinct summary of reformed theology - in the language of your time but still so relevant to ours

Lollo - towards reformation II

And what of you Lollo?
Charlotte von Kirschbaum

Theologian, quick-minded, hungry for truth
You gave yourself to this great enterprise
At the expense of your reputation

You know today some writers consider you were exploited
Used and abused by a man you looked up to and admired

Was that the way it was?
Or are you more abused by those who know no more than their limited imagination can conceive
Who cannot believe that a secretary can be a fellow theologian

The whisperers and critics
So keen to bring down a mind that threatened
That they would use you, his lifelong assistant
As a weapon

I like to think you'd like this quote - by a male theology graduate in that country of the USA where you visited with Karl so long ago

Let’s keep in mind that Nelly visited Charlotte on a very regular basis after Karl died... puts one in mind of a continuing and grand friendship. …. Adultery does not come to mind except by those who might be given to such things themselves.

Yours was a grand commitment
To ideals and knowledge and philosophy
Forsaking the frivolities that attract so readily
Living an unconventional lifestyle
Becoming part of a household
yet without a family of your own

To love and not to count the cost
To understand and to argue cogently
To have good times together

A life well-lived
A life lived well
Thanks for showing us how

Location Location Location

Friday Five from Singing Owl who says:

My daughter, her husband, and their toddler, Trinity Ann, are moving from Minneapolis, Minnesota to our place. It's a long story, but the short version is that they will be loading a Ryder truck on Saturday, and on Sunday afternoon we will unload it into a storage unit in our town. They will move themselves, their two cats and their BIG dog into our place. Yes, there will be issues, but this Friday Five isn't really about that. (Prayers for jobs for them and patience for all of us are most welcome, however.) This post is about locations. My husband has lived at 64 addresses in his life so far (16 with me) and he suggested the topic since we have moving trucks on our minds.

Therefore, tell us about the five favorite places you have lived in your lifetime. What did you like? What kind of place was it? Anything special happen there?

If you have lived in less than five places, you can tell us a about fantasy location.
I'm up to 16 dwelling places as well. Each has memories and a special place in my heart. So the selection is somewhat random but here goes.

1. Te Pahu. This was my first home. I left before I turned four so I don't really remember much about it. My parents were farmers and there are heaps of pictures showing that I spent time out with Dad in teh paddocks and Mum in the garden. I do remember having a babysitter one afternoon. We were out in the garden and she accidentally cut a worm in half. I got very upset and angry with her for harming one of God's creatures. And she patiently explained to me that the worm would be able to grow a new tail and live happily in the soil. It worked as a calming technique.

2. Dunedin. University city. It's hard to believe I moved so far from home at the same age as my youngest now. Lived in a hostel for a year, then boarding with a woman from the church I attended, then flatting with four other 'girls'. Lots happened there. Good and bad. Growing up!
3. My first home purchase. In a provincial city. I've had a mortgage of one kind or another ever since. I just loved this little Hardyplank house. Decorated in pink and blue. With a garden full of indigenous trees and exotic flowers. Scene of many a pot luck tea with the 'sisterhood' and of a surprise party for my parents' 30th wedding anniversary. And I was completely smitten by a lovely guest who mowed my lawns. I've lived with him ever since as well.
no pic sorry - it was before the digital age :-)

4. Wanganui. Manse. Scene of 'courtship' and the first home we shared in our marriage. Bushwalks and drives up the River Road. The place where our children were born and brought home. A city of big-hearted and generous people. I was delighted when a work commitment took me back to speak on children's rights many years later. Those people are worth knowing.

5. Sydney. I started with the first and will end with the most recent. This involved an international move. We brought our cat! The climate is generally very pleasant. We're back in a church house with the frustration of maintenance by committee. But they also paid for the landscaping which has provided an amazing back yard retreat. Last year was one of the most challenging I have had. Now settling into new workplace and routine it is beginning to feel like home.

God of the Sparrow

A song I'm hoping we can use on Sunday. Seems 'reformed' in reflecting God's majesty and 'wholly otherness'

Towards Reformation

Some time back I was in the church office when the senior minister came through looking for someone to preach on October 26th - as both ministers would be away at a national church professional development event. "Sure - I'll do it" I am still very much a P as the ideas have been simmering away since then but nothing much on paper!

I have found some great resources including bulletin sheet cover, lots about Calvin, and the usual vast array at textweek. It all leaves me wondering about the women whose stories I haven't really found as yet. Like Katharina von Bora (pretty dodgy source I know - but it provided the best stimulus to creative thought). This one's possibly a bit better. I wonder:

What was it really like to marry a man 16 years older than yourself? When you had left the family home at the age of 5 when your mother died. To live with nuns.

How did you learn the ways of love? To parent and to raise a family? To marry a man who gave and gave, yet still expected you to somehow find food in the empty cupboard. And to watch your daughters die. One in infancy and the other only just into her teens - although you wouldn't have any idea what I mean by that. Thirteen would be almost adult in your time I guess.

How precious your Margarethe must have been to you after that. I wonder were you overprotective of this one remaining daughter? Or did you distance your self, fearing that she too would predecease you?

And no mother to talk to about your pain. My heart aches for you.

Then to lose that generous and careless giver of a husband with teenage sons still to raise. Not to mention little Margarethe just 12 years old.

What an amazing woman you must have been. Brewing beer! Buying a farm and doing the best that you could. More than anyone could ask.

So determined to keep your family together. At the cost of your own resilience. And still having to face your own personal financial resources crash. Which forced you to leave your home.

Did you know you were dying in the time after the coach incident? What did you still want to do? What did you say to your surviving children?

Could you see even then that the boys were going to complete their education well and serve their communities?

• Martin sharing his father's passion for theology, but more introverted than extroverted and academic rather than practical.
• Hans ever the diplomat - a successful lawyer advising the court. Funny that is just what his grandfather wanted your Martin to do.
• And Paul a doctor. Was he the apple of your eye? He seemed to have your attention to people and to relationships.
  

Was Margarethe already being courted by her Prussian gent in those last days of yours on earth? You know she won his heart and she has descendants living today so many centuries after you. One blessing is that you did not live to see the death of your remaining daughter before her 40th birthday.

You missed, though, the blessing of boisterous visits from Paul's large family. Six little ones Katharina. They would have loved you and you would have seen with your own eyes the joy of extended family life. But that was not to be.

Katharina I salute you. Woman of faith and free thought. Strong-minded woman giving more than anyone could ask to a passion for truth.

You lost so much in your life.

I wonder - what did you gain?

Day out

A pleasant drive yesterday to the Penrith Regional Gallery. I now know where the community of Emu Plains is (just below Emu Heights). The Emu Plains train leaves from the same platform as mine but I was never sure exactly where it was. But a highlight of the afternoon was the Strictly Samoan exhibitions. Followed by takeaway lunch on the banks of the Nepean river. Aussie Aiga consisted of multiple family portraits in all sorts of settings from very formal to very informal. Another collection of people all tattooed by the same traditional artist (with a video of the tattooing process playing in the gallery). Just the day before I had commented that I was rather homesick for Pacific culture, which is much more evident in NZ than here across the Tasman. So a delight to see an article in Saturday's newspaper about the excellent showcase of Samoan art that Penrith is hosting. Well worth a visit: actual or virtual :-)

Coin toss

Songbird posted the RevGalBlogPals Friday Five this week. And she's a great early bird so thankfully I can complete it before I go to bed - thanks! Lectionary based, this is what she says:

Well, Gals and Pals, this weekend we'll be rendering unto Caesar what is Caesar's, and that has me thinking about coinage.

1) When was the last time you flipped a coin or even saw one flipped in person?
It must be a while ago! I can't remember.
2) Do you have any foreign coins in your house? If so, where are they from?
We have a 'funny money' jar where we stash the coinage we bring back from other places. Of course now living in Aussie our familiar NZ currency is in the jar, along with coins from several Pacific nations, Italy, UK and even some US pennies and dimes. My sister has been much more creative with her jar. It formed an endless stream of rainy day activities when her children were small. They could find all the coins with a 20, or a 5 or whatever on them. Or sort them into the country they came from. Or sort them by size or colour. Or year. Then look up information about the countries, write stories, make rubbings of the coins. Mine just sit in the jar.

3) A penny saved is a penny earned, they say. But let's get serious. Is there a special place in heaven for pennies, or do you think they'll find a special place in, well, the other place?
I'm not sure about heaven but these coins have a special place in my memory, and in our faith tradition. The countries I have lived in abandoned the 1c piece long ago (NZ has also abandoned the 5c piece). But the memory lives on. I would have a penny for the Sunday School offering. And heartily sang 'Hear the pennies dropping, listen while they fall, every one for Jesus, He shall have them all' or sometimes my favourite 'Give said the little stream...as it hurried down the hill'. For the rest of the week, with a penny you could buy 6 aniseed balls, 4 of most other lollies, but only one gobstopper. My grandmother has a brooch made out of the tui on the penny. Not quite as elaborate as this one but still a classic cut coin piece. And pennies certainly feature in the traditional Christian stories - one can buy two sparrows, and a widow was commended for giving two of them - all that she had.

4) How much did you get from the tooth fairy when you were a child? and if you have children of your own, do they get coins, or paper money? (I hear there may be some inflation.)
I think we got threepence or sixpence. My children got 50c for the first ones - then started to become aware of market value which was a $1 coin for 'small' ones and $2 coin for molars.

5) Did anyone in your household collect the state quarters? And did anyone in your household manage to sustain the interest required to stick with it?
Suspect this is a geocentric question. Just looked up what it is all about. I would not have the patience to collect 50 quarters over 10 years! Even as a J.

Personality change!

A young member of our family came home excited from school after completing a Myers-Briggs and got her Mum and Dad completing the on-line questionnaire. I'm not who I thought I was! No longer an INFP I've become a 'J' INFJs are quite rare beasts apparently. Less than 1% of the population. And "in fact, sometimes mistaken for extroverts because they appear so outgoing and are so genuinely interested in people." But I'm in good company. With John Calvin, Mother Teresa of Calcutta, Nicole Kidman and Nathan the prophet of Israel (where do they come up with these lists???????). It was fun to revisit this. Even in the rather dubious on-line format. And I can of course no longer say "Just what I'd expect of a J - except to myself!

Let me tell you a story ...

As Jesus walked by the sea of Galilee he saw two brothers

Simon who is called Peter, and Andrew his brother

Casting their nets into the sea, for they were fishermen

Jesus said, "Follow me. and I will make you fish for people"

Immediately they left their nets and followed him

Going on from there, Jesus saw two other brothers

James the son of Zebedee, and his brother John, sitting in a boat with their father Zebedee

They were mending their nets

Jesus called to them

Immediately they left their nets, and their father, and followed him

Just as a little test I have tried writing out one of the stories our small but keen group learned at a workshop with Pam Faro on Saturday. This woman is amazing. Her website says she "will travel most anywhere to help you experience the power of storytelling!" Based in USA, she's visiting Australia for a Network of Biblical Storytellers conference in Victoria in a couple of weeks. Middle of school holidays was not the ideal time for a workshop, but ten keen participants grew in faith and understanding under her gentle encouraging and skillful guidance.

Developmental snapshots ex libris

Christine invites us to her 25th Poetry Party and over a year of poetic inspiration! She writes

I had no idea when I began these how meaningful they would become to me and to those of you who participate by writing or reading. Thank you for the wonderful creative community that forms around each of these.

I select an image and suggest a title and invite you to respond with your poems, words, reflections, quotes, song lyrics, etc. Leave them in the comments or email me and I’ll add them to the body of the post as they come in along with a link back to your blog if you have one (not required to participate!) I’ll add your contributions all week and then I will draw a name at random on Friday morning from everyone who participates and will send the winner a special prize in honor of my 25th Poetry Party — a signed copy of my new book Lectio Divina: Contemplative Awakening and Awareness . Feel free to take your poem in any direction and then post the image and invitation on your blog and encourage others to come join the party!

This week’s theme is simple, I invite you to write a poem celebrating the gift of the written word in your life.

The photos below were taken this past summer in the library at Melk Benedictine Abbey in Austria (to see the library, click on the link in the righthand sidebar that says “The Abbey museum, marble hall, library, church” and then click “Library.”)

From their website: “In the order of importance of the rooms in a Benedictine monastery, the library comes second only to the church” –another reason I love the monastic tradition!

Developmental snapshots

Books from long ago

Grandparents' bay window seat

Christmas afternoon

Aunty Ruth's Bible

Write and draw in my notebook

as I daily read

Box came from city

while I was at school today

Read until dinnertime

D H Lawrence is

required reading for English

Hide it under bed

(what would Mother say?)

Behavioural Science

Grown up now share books with Dad

Discuss not agree

(and that is fine)

Long distance plane trip

Wonder at power of fiction

almost forgotten

Dust coated bookshelves

Emptying parental home

cherish memories

Grandmother's Bible

gift to highland teenage lass

Treasure here and now