During the Sabbatical, members of the congregation were asked to reflect on where they find God in their daily lives. These reflections were shared during Sunday worship.
The Spirituality of Fishing
Rick Schrenker
Before I was asked to speak to this topic, I had never considered fishing a spiritual endeavor, and I'm not sure I can make the case after having given it some thought these last few weeks. One thing I can say about fishing is it provides great material for stories, and to my way of thinking storytelling is a spiritual activity. I've got a couple "one that got away's", and a few others.
There are others more personally meaningful. Like the one when I took Brandon out some twenty years ago on a hot summer morning. Fishing off a crowded bridge, I cast the line out and handed the rod to Brandon. I had just started to prepare my own rig when Brandon excitedly said "Daddy! Daddy! I think I got a fish!" Rolling my head to look at his rod and see if he was snagged, I noticed the tip dancing that peculiar way it does when something a fisherman would call good is happening. I gave Brandon a couple quick instructions, and within a few seconds two small sea bass came over the railing.
Thinking about it a while later, I was reminded of a boy some 20 years earlier on another hot summer day literally watching his first fish take the bait in Big Pool, a pond along the C&O Canal in Fort Frederick State Park, just outside Hagerstown, MD. No fish ever tasted better, although Brandon might argue the point.
I'm not a scientific fisherman, by any means. I know a little about the best time to fish, what baits and lures work where and when, and even a couple of knots. But I'm quite content to just bait up, throw the line in the water, and wait. Anyone who has will probably agree that within minutes you become more acutely aware of what's going on around you. In a very real way, there's nothing else to do. Some part of your attention has to constantly remain on fishing, leaving the rest no choice but to be still and quiet, open to all your senses in that particular here and now.
That quiet space is very special to me. I do a lot of contemplation. My mind wanders all over the place, checking out what I see, hear, and feel, like a dog checks out a new yard. I can't do this in many of the other spaces where I spend my time.
You may have heard the one-liner that a bad day of fishing beats a good day of work. Another is the difference between good fishing and great fishing is that great fishing is when you catch something. Something there is about fishing; the intimacy it fosters with creation, perhaps?
Some of you may know that the Massachusetts Council of Churches sponsors a project known as "Take Back Your Time", focused on helping individuals, families, and even communities better balance work and leisure time. We know that even Jesus had to get away from the day-to-day to make space to be open to the spiritual. I don't think God feels in the least bit obligated to communicate with us only on Sundays at 9:30. When He does, we need to be ready to listen. It takes time to let your senses take it all in. Creation conveys messages both seen and unseen. I can only tell you that when I stand beside the Ipswich River on an early spring morning or the Atlantic Ocean on a summer evening in July, I'm affected in ways I can't put to words. It takes time to be attentive to creation. For me, often as much time as it takes to fish.
God at Home
Chris Copeland
I love being home: it's the feeling I get whether it's my kids and Bob, my friends and family, the people I work with, the people I worship with, my actual house and all it has to offer, the town of Wilmington, the city of Boston, or all of Massachusetts. It's also my parents' place in Windsor, Ontario, or my father's family heritage in the Ottawa area or my mother's in Mineral, Ohio.
God speaks to me in all those places, with all those people, giving me that warm, "I've been here before," "it fits like a glove," comfortable feeling.
I live in Wilmington. In 1988, I met my pastor from Windsor, Ontario, Matthias Krey, at Wilmington's Market Basket, just after buying my house a year before. I mean he lived 750 miles away, yet was right there in front of me. And he just said, "well, I'm from here. This is where I grew up. Our family homestead is here." I found Redeemer shortly thereafter through Mary Rowe who had been asking me to attend her church, this church.
My home in Wilmington is just a little ranch with a backyard abutting conservation land. I love being out in the garden, mowing, trimming, scheming what to do next. It's the treat to myself when things aren't quite right. Other treats are watching a movie with my kids late at night, cleaning and finding lost items like my glasses (which I found in the pocket of my snow pants from one of last winter's snow blowing episodes), starting a fire in my wood stove on a cold winter day, or as of late, watching the Celtics whoop the Lakers.
I turned 48 this week and so many exciting things have happened for me already. My birthday signals a renewal of my resolutions usually. The expression lately, "Is your life running you or are you running your life?" resonates for me this year. I'm all ready to run it with God's help.
If I do a little running, a little of the legwork, God has and will keep leading me there. Where? To him.
Mowing the Lawn
Brian MacDonald
This summer's theme of the everyday sacred has challenged us to do 2 things mainly: to make a greater effort to involve God in everything new we do and to seek and identify God's presence in the things that we have already been doing. I truly understand how everyday is sacred, a gift from God. My mom was only 48 years old when she passed away and we must recognize each day for the blessings that they are. That being said, though, I am still a dad of four kids and I am easily distracted from seeing the many blessings by the various commitments and demands that raising 4 kids brings. So I seek out prayer as a time to remind myself of these blessings and to give thanks for them.
We all have our own preferences on how we like to pray or talk to God. It is one of the few times when we truly focus all of our energies on a singular task. Many prefer silence or quiet background noises like waves washing up on a beach. Others enjoy the harmonic chants of a monastic choir or other peaceful/reflective music. I enjoy all of these at times, too, but lately I have been doing my best praying to the dull roar of my lawn mower. I don't mow my lawn every day, so this may not "qualify" as everyday sacred, but it certainly is everyday in terms of being a common activity and this time has become sacred to me.
The monotonous hum of the engine is not that different from continuous waves washing on a beach or a monastic chant. And I have almost complete isolation from the world. People don't generally try to start a conversation if you're mowing the lawn, but they might if they saw you sitting quietly and thought you were not doing anything. My time mowing the lawn is a time for me to engage in conversations with God that I might get too distracted to engage in otherwise. It has become for me a time to first reflect on and give praise for the blessings I have been given. And then I ask myself "what have I done to bring God into my everyday life?" I also reflect on questions like:
"Have I been a good husband, a good father, a good friend?"
"What do I need to do to be a better reflection of Christ and
his model of service for this world?"
"Whom did I serve well this week?" and
"To whom did I miss an opportunity serving?"
I wish I could say that my entire time is spent on serious thought and consideration. My mind does wander at times and I think to myself things like "If God wanted grass to only be 2 inches tall, it would have been created that way, isn't there something else I should be doing?" But then I am reminded that getting the lawn to have nice lines and patterns is not the point, but that this is still what I am supposed to be doing because I have been given this blessing of time to converse with God.
It is the repetition and monotony of walking back and forth across the lawn that allows me to enter a pseudo-trance state. The irony of my everyday sacred activity is that my praying has involved far more listening than talking lately…and yet I seek the roar of a lawnmower in order to listen better.
God's Love
Calvin Satterfield
I feel God in my life in many ways. One way is when I am doing karate. Even when I mess up on a move, I know that it is okay, even in a competition. God is also with me when I am with my family. My house has many angels in it, like my Grandma and my Aunt Wendy, and my whole family plus Grandma and Aunt Wendy love me. So does God.
I know that God is with me because when my mom was sad about Grandma, a book about God fell off the shelf and opened to a page about no sorrow and love. It is also a blessing that we saved Cori, Kelsey, and Jake from living with people they did not know because of their Mom and Dad. It is a gift from God. Finally, I feel God with me when I am with my friends. My friends all like me and watch me like God, and God is amazing. This is how I feel God in my life.
Listening
Laurie Babine
I was asked to speak to you, in a nutshell, about an experience of the Lord's influence in my life. Over the years I have collected a barrel of nutshells and will talk about one of the most important. My main point is to remind you that God created you for a purpose and you can either listen for guidance or you can ignore him. He gives you the choice.
Many years ago when I retired, I realized that I had been rescued many times and decided it must have been because He was not through with me yet. I prayed about it several times without answers and decided to listen. The message came in more than once, "Bring comfort to the helpless." My question was HOW?
At this time (God's time) there was a supply priest in attendance at our local church and I told him about my problem. He had the instant answer and told me about the course for hospital chaplains conducted in a hospital by Andover – Newton. After applying and completing the questionnaire I was told to come in 3 weeks, bringing tuition and wearing old clothes for orderly duty. The first two weeks were to be spent as orderlies in the State hospital, a humbling experience which separated a few applicants. It was painful to learn about my self-righteousness.
The course was very difficult for a number of reasons including the fact that I was 30 years older than most of the ministers, priests, nuns and theological students. I later learned from the director that I was chosen because I had experience that the others lacked. I managed to survive and was licensed as a hospital chaplain. Learning about the everlasting love that He has for each and every one of us was the greatest lesson of all. It's expressed best in the old hymn, "Love That Will Not Let Me Go."
"O Love that will not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be."
The next 13 years was spent as part of a pastoral service team in the local hospital. I worked three eight hour days a week, specializing in comforting the dying and became part of the "good for nothing" group known as volunteers. I finally had to retire when I became older than most of the patients.
After coming to Redeemer my wife suggested we begin the birthday greeting program. He just won't stop finding things for me to do. The last thing I've heard is to sit down and be quiet.
Change
Tracy Delaney
Seeing God in everyday life means being able to see Him in change. Change is an integral part of our lives and it is something we all have to deal with. It's pretty easy for most of us to see God when the change is good. Getting that promotion at work, having a baby, or meeting someone special that brings joy to your life. Praising and acknowledging God during those times tends to be somewhat natural.
But change can also be scary…especially when the future is unknown. A lot of times we experience difficulty because things don't always turn out the way we planned or anticipated. We become disappointed because we have certain expectations of the outcomes of our actions… and well, that's when those little voices in the back of our head start becoming really active.
Sometimes we try to ignore it. "I'll worry about that later. It hasn't hit me yet. This really isn't happening. I'm just too busy." We'll find any diversion from dealing with the change, won't we? Other times we feel anxiety: "Why is this happening? Where am I going next? How am I going to adjust? Am I strong enough? What else do I need to prepare for?" And yet at other times we are pessimistic. "This isn't what I planned for. This isn't what I wanted. Why me?" So, with all of these different reactions that we have to change. How do we see God through it all? With so many questions and uncertainty and so much sorrow? The way to see God is to silence those voices…silence our own voice to hear God's. His voice is quiet and very hard to hear if we are consumed with our own voices. And we can't listen with our ears, we have to listen through our hearts. And His words are very simple: "Follow me…I am all you need." That's it. No matter how disappointed or reserved or anxious we become with this world, He is all we need.
Now, I never said it was easy. Being able to set aside your fears, your questions, your pain, your distractions, and say "OK, over to you God. I trust you to see me through this." Now, that takes a lot of faith. But sometimes the only thing getting in the way of accepting change in our life is 'Us'.
Mother Teresa once said, "One thing Jesus asks of me: that I lean on Him; … Even when all goes wrong and I feel as if I am a ship without a compass, I must give myself completely to Him. I must not attempt to control God's action; I must not count the stages in the journey He would have me make. I must not desire a clear perception of my advance upon the road, must not know precisely where I am upon the way
of holiness."
When we live in an age where we want to know our precise location using GPS, have the ability to predict the weather and natural disasters, and plan for that retirement--to trust God without a clear understanding of where we are and where we are going, to put less trust in our own abilities and to put more trust in Him- that is a true everyday challenge.
God is trying to bring us closer to Him. We are all a work in progress--His work--and He is refining us through change. Seeing God in change means letting go of our own goals and following His will, even if we don't know where it will lead us. Seeing God in change means experiencing the awesome miracle of trust.
Dear Lord, we are your instruments. Not here to do our will, but to do your will. Save us from the distractions of our own selfish hopes and dreams so we have the ability to clearly see you purify us through
change. Teach us to trust you through change, even though we worry when you tell us not to worry, and though we fear the unknown when you tell us not to fear. Lord, use us to accomplish great things in your name, and teach us to believe much more in your love than in our weaknesses. Amen.
God Camp
Erica Anderson
I was asked to speak on where I see God in my life. Most recently, I saw him vividly at—where else? God Camp. Or at least that's what my friends and I call it when people ask us to describe Camp Calumet.
It's pretty obvious in the services and Bible studies. But more often I see him in the people I meet there. Rather than at home, people are much more understanding and themselves.
This summer I was a leadership and service trainee. When I asked my friend and fellow trainee, Kevin, where he's more himself, he answered, "I am way more myself at camp. Are you kidding me? I wouldn't act like or do half of this stuff at home. People would think I'm insane."
As an example of the comfortableness one can receive, there was a Halloween dance one week. Three of my best friends dressed up as the Spice Girls wearing the complete outfits of dresses, makeup, and leggings. Funny thing was, they were guys. See, everyone at camp thought it was hilarious and loved it. Had they done that sort of thing at school, people would snicker and talk behind their backs.
Another small example of godliness was my trainer, Sam. He would tell us experiences he had at camp to help us learn. One remains engrained in my mind. It was a week in which kids from Providence, Rhode Island, would receive free tuition for camp. Most of these kids were minorities and most likely to join a gang as they grew up. Sam told us of one camper who hated him because he had authority over him. Wednesday night, that camper told Sam to watch out because he had a shank and would shank him in his sleep. (A shank is another word for knife.) Sam was terrified, but yelled back, "Why don't you do it now, coward?" The camper was taken aback and left.
That camper all week had been bullying the other campers, swearing, telling stories of drive-by shootings, sand so on. Saturday came when the campers had to leave, and that camper asked to talk to Sam. He said, "Look, I'm sorry." Sam hugged that camper and sent him on his way. A simple sign of courtesy from the camper was a sign of a huge change that, through Sam's counseling and the work of God, came about.
These are just two example of what I experienced. I made some of the best friends through God Camp. I mean, where else would you experience God other than guys dressed as women from the U.K.?
Praise Music
Scott Littlejohn
"Give me words to speak, don't let my spirit sleep, 'cause I can't think of anything worth saying". This short, simple prayer is the first song on one of my favorite CDs. There are all types of music in this world and everyone has their own favorite style. My favorite style is music that offers praise and worship to God and it is my way of connecting with God everyday. Music has been a part of my life from birth. My mom had a beautiful soprano voice. She played the guitar and a little bit of piano too. When I was little, she used to lead the Sunday school and VBS music time at my church teaching those songs we all learned to sing by heart as children. She also sang in the church choir and several choral groups performing sacred music
pieces. Her voice was strong, powerful, and filled the room in which she sang. Today her voice resonates in my heart. Her notes of praise were the seeds that make music my roots to God.
I have grown to love and appreciate the joyful noise of music and singing to proclaim God's glory in this world. When I sing, I sing to the glory of God and in honor of my mom. I sing with all of you to share the good news. I sing to use the gift God has given me. I listen to our bells, our service and hymn preludes, our postlude, and all the other special music that fills this sanctuary with joy with an appreciation to those who compose it, practice it, and share it with us.
The music here fills about 2 hours of my week. For the rest of the week, I like to listen to a variety of contemporary Christian CDs. Some are praise and worship, some are a rock genre, and some are quiet and meditative. I love when I am stuck in traffic and the words "Holy, holy is our God Almighty" are blaring out of my radio. I often wonder what people in the car next to me are thinking. I love it when I can put on my headphones at work and tune out the office noise around me while I listen to a song called "Create Again". I love it when I wake to music the morning and the first words I hear are praise to God. I loved sharing some of this music with the confirmation class this year and with the younger kids during the Sunday school opening. I hope it planted some notes of praise in their hearts.
The world is full of music and I am blessed to have hearing and voice to share in it. Music is my way of praying, my way of worshiping, my way of celebrating and my way of getting through the tough times in life. Music is my everyday connection to God.
Aging and Dying
Barbara Lievens
When I considered what subject to broach for my "seeing God in everyday life" talk, my mind naturally drifted toward my work as a nurse. For several years I have had the pleasure, the honor, of caring for the oldest children of our Savior.
God is never far away when nursing the elderly. Bodies and minds may be tired, don't function in top condition ay longer. The verse from Exodus, chapter 33, comes to mind: "My Presence will go with you, and I will give you rest." I do my best to work in God's service to give rest.
God's love is easy to see as I work. Old and young joining hands in a touch that says thank you and you are very welcome. A nursing assistant taking extra time to listen to a story told haltingly by a man frustrated with his slowed mental functioning. A nurse showing a picture of her baby to an old woman who raised five of her own babies many years ago.
Imagine being graciously accepting of help for all the daily needs a human being has. It helps to be in God's presence. That's what my mother told me near the end of her life. …
Sometimes I'm filled with questions. My restless mind, ruminating about who or what is God, especially when life is difficult. This week I attended the funeral of a neighbor. A forty-two-year-old man who loved his wife and their three young sons. A man who loved God and served him well until the end of his life on earth. Yielding to simplicity calms my mind. God is everywhere. Alpha and omega. God persuades me into tranquility.
Because I am a nurse, I have been with many people at the time of their death. And as a daughter, with my dear mother and father. Since this is where we are all heading, I guess I am fortunate to have some practice in walking easier with death. I certainly have felt God's presence, as I know many of you have, at this time when someone is beginning their eternal life with Christ. As Christians we know that there is a peace which passes all understanding. I like to believe that God wants us to feel this peace as we prepare to join our Savior, Jesus Christ.
I suppose seeing God in my daily life is the most joyous and reassuring thing I know. Walking with Jesus during calm or happy times is great practice for leaning on him when the road gets rough. Back to the alpha and omega idea. Back to the tranquility of living in God's light.
The American Revolution
Bill Scouler
As many of you know, I am a guide on the Lexington Battle Green and this is the colonial outfit I wear as part of my job. Not too stylish by today's standards, but it is typical of the late eighteenth
century. On the Green I tell visitors about the events of April 19, 1775, when the first hostilities of the American Revolution began. The events of that day led to the Declaration of Independence over a year later on July 4, 1776, which we celebrated this weekend.
Rather than talk about where I encounter God in my life, I thought I would give you some insight into what part God played in the lives of the men of Lexington, Concord and 25 other communities of eastern Massachusetts who started our move toward independence on April 19th 233 years ago….Consider for example the sentiments expressed on the obelisk on the Lexington Green. Jonas Clare, who was pastor of the only congregation in Lexington in 1775, coined the words on the monument. Clark expresses there that the eight men who died on the Green were martyrs who shed their blood "in the cause of God and their country." Clearly God was with them.
Clarke also goes on to say that "righteous heaven approved the solemn appeal." Many of us today aren't quite sure whose side God is on in the hostile struggles around the world, since both sides feel God is with them, but the colonists of 1775 were convinced they knew. Because of their firmness, we declared a new nation 232 years ago in Philadelphia.