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Now the Work of Christmas Begins

31 Tuesday Dec 2024

Posted by mark lloyd richardson in Blessings, Justice, Poems, Reflections

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Frosted blue spruce tree.

A few weeks ago, I had the privilege of traveling back to Santa Barbara and presenting some reflections on Christmas to an ecumenical Christian group. The title of my presentation was:

The Word Becomes Flesh: Christmas as a Holy Invitation to Incarnational Living

     It’s always good to begin with a story, so here’s one that’s been around:

     Excited about Christmas, a little boy was finishing a letter to Santa with a list of the Christmas presents he badly wanted. And then, just to make sure he had covered all of his bases, he decided to send his Christmas wish list to Jesus as well. The letter to Jesus began, “Dear Jesus, I just want you to know that I’ve been good for six months now.” Then it occurred to him that Jesus knew this wasn’t true.

     After a moment’s reflection, he crossed out “six months” and wrote “three months.” He thought some more, then crossed out “months” and replaced it with “weeks.” “I’ve been good for three weeks,” his letter now read. Realizing Jesus knew better than this, he put down his paper, went over to the Nativity set sitting on a table in his home, and picked up the figure of Mary. He then took out a clean piece of paper and began to write another letter: “Dear Jesus, if you ever want to see your mother again …”[i]

     The Word Becomes Flesh: Christmas as a Holy Invitation to Incarnational Living

     I titled my presentation before I really knew what I would say – I only knew that I wanted to reflect on what Christmas means to me. I’ve always thought of Christmas as an invitation – an invitation to more fully understand God’s deepest dreams for our lives and our world, that we might become more fully human and reflect the divine image within us, embracing just how unconditionally loved and accepted we are. Jesus is the exemplar of what it means to live a vibrant human life deeply connected to the Source of Life … the Divine Center! 

     Christmas is a season of special significance for those of us who follow the Christ of the Gospel. It is a season that brings to fulfillment the promises God made to humankind from the very beginning – that God comes near to us when our hearts are open and attuned to the Divine Presence. In the fullness of time, Jesus came near to us in human flesh and lived among us as the very revelation of God’s love, grace and peace. This Jesus of history becomes for those of us who believe the Christ of faith. 

     In Matthew’s account of Jesus’ birth, he quotes the prophet Isaiah, saying, “Look, the virgin shall conceive and bear a son, and they shall call him Emmanuel,” which means, “God is with us.” (Matt. 1:23) We use the word Incarnation to describe what we believe God has done – in God’s child Jesus the divine Word “becomes flesh.” It’s like having all the promises of scripture revealed in the clearest possible fashion as God is enfleshed in the Human One, Jesus of Nazareth.

     How this happens remains a mystery, and I won’t try to further explain it. Rather I want to spend the next 20 minutes talking about why God would come to us in Jesus and what this incredible gift of Divine Life among us might mean for the ways we choose to live in this world!

     As we approach Christmas, I encourage you to see this season as a holy invitation to incarnational living! As you contemplate the mystery of Emmanuel, “God with us,” in the days ahead, I hope you will begin to more fully celebrate all the ways you already believe that to be true – where you notice the nudges of the Holy in your life, where you experience God moments, where you glimpse the Sacred amid the ordinary moments of life, and where Grace becomes especially real and transparent to you as you move through each day. 

     Those of you who know me, know that I include poetry in just about anything I do, since the language of poetry is especially suited to convey mystery.

     So, because we are in the season of Advent, we begin with a portion of a poem by Ann Weems, called “In Search of Our Kneeling Places”

In each heart lies a Bethlehem,
    an inn where we must ultimately answer
         whether there is room or not.
When we are Bethlehem-bound
    we experience our own advent in his. …
This Advent let’s go to Bethlehem
    and see this thing that the Lord has made known to us.
In the midst of shopping sprees
    let’s ponder in our hearts the Gift of Gifts. …
In the excitement and confusion, in the merry chaos,
    let’s listen for the brush of angels’ wings.
This Advent, let’s go to Bethlehem
    and find our kneeling place.[ii]

     We only begin to appreciate the Incarnation when we approach it from a place of awe as we kneel in wonder, prayer, and praise!

     The life of a Christian is by definition a life that seeks to follow the Christ, and this act of following begins in adoration. So we need to find our kneeling place each morning as we set out on the journey of faith.

     If the birth of the Christ child prompts within us a holy invitation to take up lives that incarnate the love of God, it’s wise to take some time to reflect more fully on how this kind of incarnational living is embodied or comes alive in us. 

I want to suggest three possible ways of living incarnationally. They are, of course, not the only ways, just a start!

  1. Incarnational living means recognizing the Divine Presence in all of creation, including you and me.

     Richard Rohr – Franciscan priest, author, and teacher – whose work is grounded in practices of contemplation and compassion for the marginalized, writes that “the core message of the incarnation of God in Jesus is that the Divine Presence is here, in us and in all of creation, and not only ‘over there’ in some far-off realm.”[iii]

     In 2 Peter 1:4, we read that God “has given us something very great and wonderful … we are able to share the divine nature!” Or, as The Message paraphrases this verse: “We were … given absolutely terrific promises to pass on to you—your tickets to participation in the life of God…”

      So, the Divine Presence – the eternal Christ presence – is here in this place, in each one of us, and in all creation. There is a Life at the heart of all life that is holy. There is an essential interrelatedness in all that lives within God’s good creation. We are able to link our lives with the Divine Life. This is an amazing truth to contemplate, because it means that wherever we go the Divine Presence – the eternal Christ presence – is already there, and whatever we do we are potentially participating in the life of God.

      I like how one modern-day teacher of Celtic wisdom, John Philip Newell, calls us to practice sacred imagination in our day. He believes that for the sake of our world we need “to truly wake up to the sacredness of the earth and every human being and do what we can to serve this sacredness in one another and the creatures” of this earth. He says we need “a consciousness of soul” to wake up to the sacred interrelationship of all things, “a strength of soul” to commit to live in accordance with this interrelationship, and “a beauty of soul” to be willing to serve this oneness with love, even at the cost of sacrifice.[iv]

      So, in saying that incarnational living has to do with recognizing the Divine Presence in all of creation, we are saying that the gift of Christmas is that it invites us to expand our narrow vision of who and where God is. Jesus comes to help us see with compassionate eyes the whole world – a creation deeply and eternally loved by God! Christ is present among us to help us see how our lives are lovingly interconnected with all life on this swirling planet we call home!

II. Incarnational living means exercising your capacity for blessing.

         You are an instrument of blessing from the very heart of God, for blessing is God’s incarnate love unleashed on the world. Think of Jesus blessing the disciples and commissioning them to go out and bless all they meet, even those who mean them harm (Luke 6:27-31). “Do to others as you would have them do to you,” Jesus commands. “Love your neighbor as yourself.”

          Blessing is a commitment to truly seeing others. Has anyone ever said to you that they feel seen by you? Seeing someone as the unique person they are is an essential first step in blessing them. 

          Blessing literally means “to speak well of someone,”[v] and Jesus instructs us to do so whether that person is a friend, a stranger, or an enemy. Blessing is a way of communicating the amazing grace of God who pours out grace upon grace in our lives! “Life itself is grace,” Frederick Buechner likes to say. It is a “fathomless mystery.”[vi] So we need to listen with care to our own lives and to the lives of others as well.

          “Listening is a form of worship,” says poet James Crew, “but you don’t have to kneel / on the floor with folded hands / or mouth the perfect prayer. / Just open the door of yourself / to another, become the space / they step through to show you / who they are. This is holiness: / two people seated together / on the pew of a park bench, / at the altar of a kitchen table. / Even if no one says a word / for a while, receive the silence / until it’s like a language / only the two of you can speak.”[vii]

          Blessing is our gift to the world. We bless others by seeing them, by listening to their lives with them, and by giving away some of our own life so that they can experience more life.

          Ronald Rolheiser compares the act of blessing to “a blessing grandmother or a blessing grandfather, not suffering but joyful, smiling and beaming with pride at the life and energy of the young, basking in that energy and radiating from every pore of his or her being the words of the Creator: ‘It is good! Indeed, it is very good! In you I take delight!’”[viii]

          Still, blessing takes different forms at different times. When someone is grieving a deep loss in life, blessing needs to be filled with compassion. When my wife Dallis died four years ago, the book of blessings for times of grief written by Jan Richardson consoled me. Here’s one of her blessings, written following the death of her husband Gary, that may help you understand better the gift of blessing you have to offer someone as they wade through the troubled waters of grief. 

    The Blessing You Should Not Tell Me[ix]

    Do not tell me 
    there will be a blessing
    in the breaking,
    that it will ever
    be a grace
    to wake into this life
    so altered,
    this world
    so without.

    Do not tell me
    of the blessing
    that will come
    in the absence.

    Do not tell me
    that what does not
    kill me
    will make me strong
    or that God will not 
    send me more than I
    can bear.

    Do not tell me
    this will make me
    more compassionate,
    more loving,
    more holy.

    Do not tell me
    this will make me
    more grateful for what
    I had.

    Do not tell me
    I was lucky.

    Do not even tell me
    there will be a blessing.

    Give me instead
    the blessing
    of breathing with me.

    Give me instead
    the blessing
    of sitting with me
    when you cannot think
    of what to say.

    Give me instead
    the blessing
    of asking about him—
    how we met
    or what I loved most
    about the life
    we have shared;
    ask for a story 
    or tell me one
    because a story is, finally,
    the only place on earth
    he lives now.

    If you could know
    what grace lives
    in such a blessing,
    you would never cease
    to offer it.

    If you could glimpse
    the solace and sweetness
    that abide there,
    you would never wonder
    if there was a blessing
    you could give
    that would be better
    than this – 
    the blessing of 
    your own heart
    opened
    and beating
    with mine.

          No one escapes loss or grief in this life – it’s part of the human condition. Jesus knows the suffering of the human heart and he chooses to heal, to forgive, to love and to bless everyone he meets. In Jesus – “Emmanuel, God with us” – we see the compassionate heart of God for the world.

          Shortly after I retired and moved to Ashland, I joined the spiritual care team at a local residential Hospice house. In our training, we learned that our role as volunteers was to be present, to be kind, and to be honest.Notice the phrasing “to be” rather than “to do.” In the company of those experiencing deep losses, it was important for us to understand our role as those who accompany another on life’s journey through death. These guidelines also seem to me to be a good philosophy for living in relationship with others in the spirit of Christ. 

          As we read the gospels, so often these are the ways that Jesus meets whoever is before him. He is presentwith them. He sees them exactly as they are, but through eyes of compassion. He is kind. He illumines the loving-kindness of God. And he is honest. He tells the truth without recrimination and only so that the one before him can recognize it and decide what they will do with it.

          We who follow Christ have the capacity to bless others as well with our presence, our kindness, and our honesty. We can look upon the world with eyes of compassion for we know we have been recipients of such generous love ourselves. We can see others through the lens of grace for it is only grace that has saved us. 

          Incarnational living means breathing in the life of God and breathing out blessing for all that God has created and loved.

    III. Incarnational living means doing the work of Christmas every day.

          Christian preacher and teacher Tony Campolo once said, “Jesus never says to the poor: ‘come find the church’, but he says to those of us in the church: ‘go into the world and find the poor, hungry, homeless, imprisoned.”

          Christmas is an invitation to follow Jesus into the world and embody the same kind of compassionate presence that he did. It’s an invitation to befriend the lonely, heal the broken, bless the one wounded by life. Incarnational living means picking up the mantle of Jesus’ ministry and letting it live through you. It is to “let the same mind be in you that was in Christ Jesus,” as we read in Philippians 2:5, and emptying yourself in order to serve those around you. 

         To mark the day when the Christmas season comes to an end on the feast of Epiphany, Howard Thurman, an African-American theologian, educator, and civil rights leader, wrote this benediction.

    Now the Work of Christmas Begins[x]

    When the song of the angels is stilled,
    when the star in the sky is gone,
    when the kings and princes are home,
    when the shepherds are back with their flocks,
    the work of Christmas begins:
    to find the lost,
    to heal the broken,
    to feed the hungry,
    to release the prisoner,
    to rebuild the nations,
    to bring peace among the people,
    to make music in the heart.

         “Jesus came to incarnate God’s presence and love to humanity. But before he left this earth, he called us to do the same in his name. Jesus’ followers are intended to put flesh on the invisible God, to incarnate God for the world. We know what this looks like because we see incarnation in Jesus as we read the Gospels. (The apostle) Paul … (calls) the church … ‘the body of Christ.’ We are the ongoing incarnation.”[xi]

          We who seek to incarnate the unconditional love of God for the world can choose to live as justice-seeking, love-creating, truth-telling, hope-birthing people![xii] Or as biblical theologian Walter Brueggemann states it: “Like the ancient prophets, we are dispatched back to the good work entrusted to us. It is the work of peace-making. It is the work of truth-telling. It is the work of justice-doing. It is good work, but it requires our resolve to stay it, even in the face of forces to the contrary that are sure to prevail for a season.”[xiii]

          Christmas is a holy invitation to:

    1. recognize the Divine Presence in all of creation,
    2. exercise your God-given capacity for blessing others, and 
    3. continue the good work of Christmas every day.

          May we, by the grace of God, more fully embrace incarnational living this Christmas so that our lives are a blessing to others and to the world, showing forth the light and love of Christ!

    Mark Lloyd Richardson


    [i] Adam Hamilton, Incarnation: Rediscovering the Significance of Christmas (Nashville: Abingdon Press, 2020), pp. 46-7.

    [ii] Ann Weems, Kneeling in Bethlehem (Philadelphia, The Westminster Press, 1980), p. 19.

    [iii] Richard Rohr, The Universal Christ, p. 29. St. Athanasius (296-373) says that God reveals God’s Self everywhere in creation, “so that nothing was left devoid of his Divinity … so that ‘the whole universe was filled with the knowledge of the Lord as the waters fill the sea.’’” (Athanasius, De Incarnatione Verbi 45).

    [iv] John Philip Newell, Sacred Earth Sacred Soul (New York: HarperCollins Publishers, 2021), p. 143.

    [v] The English term “to bless” comes from Latin benedicere, literally “to speak well of” (as in bene – meaning well or good, and dicere – meaning to speak). Thus, at its root, to bless someone is to speak well of him or her.

    [vi] Frederick Buechner, Listening to your Life: Daily Meditations with Frederick Buechner.

    [vii] James Crew, poem “How to Listen,” San Luis Obispo County Arts Council email. 

    [viii] Ronald Rolheiser, Sacred Fire: A Vision for a Deeper Human and Christian Maturity (New York: Image, 2014), p. 242.

    [ix] Jan Richardson, The Cure for Sorrows: A Book of Blessings for Times of Grief (Orlando, FL: Wanton Gospeller Press, 2016), pp. 53-4.

    [x] The poem “The Work of Christmas” is from Howard Thurman’s The Mood of Christmas and Other Celebrations and is used by permission of Friends United Press. All rights reserved.

    [xi] Adam Hamilton, Incarnation, p. 112.

    [xii] From an Academy for Spiritual Formation email.

    [xiii] Walter Brueggemann, quoted on Progressive Christians.

    Spring is Still Coming

    01 Wednesday May 2019

    Posted by mark lloyd richardson in Justice, LGBTQ, pastoral integrity, Reflections

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    Confirmation class, gender identity, Gospel, hope, human sexuality, Jesus, LGBTQI inclusion, poets and prophets, same-sex marriage, sexual ethics, sexual orientation, Traditional Plan, United Methodist Church

    California super bloom 2019 (Photo credit: Amy Aitken)

    “They can cut all the flowers, but they cannot stop spring from coming.”
    ~ Pablo Neruda

    Poets tend to tell the truth more than others. It is the poet’s intent to dig up the soil of our collective unconscious and expose what we all know to be true. Prophets do this work too. Holocaust survivor Elie Wiesel once said, “I swore never to be silent whenever and wherever human beings endure suffering and humiliation. We must always take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented.”

    Growing up in the Midwest I think I learned neutrality and silence quite well. It was important not to butt into other peoples’ business, and not to confront anyone. Then I went to seminary to learn to be a pastor and trained in counseling and conflict resolution skills in order to become an active listener and a non-anxious presence in the churches I would serve. These are good and useful skills, but not in every situation. Sometimes, as Jesus himself demonstrated, it’s necessary to turn some tables over and get peoples’ attention!

    The Special Called General Conference held in February dealt a serious blow to progressive and centrist United Methodists who believe that God works through many expressions of faithfulness. Traditionalists won the day with their plan to reinforce the bans on ordaining openly gay persons to pastoral ministry and marrying same-sex couples. It seems that traditionalists are unable to get beyond their certainty that human sexuality is a gift from God only for straight people.

    So here we are at this moment of truth! For many, the United Methodist Church – as wonderful of a witness as it has been in the world for global missions, humanitarian relief, and a merging of personal and social holiness – is no longer able to hold together the vast differences embodied in a worldwide church. Systemic change will be required, and this will likely mean an entirely new expression of inclusive Methodism able to welcome and accept the richness of humanity in its life and ministry.

    The Judicial Council rulings last week were not unexpected. They found parts of the Traditional Plan to be constitutional (per the Book of Discipline) and parts to be unconstitutional. There were few surprises, but what remained when all was said and done, was the pain of betrayal and exclusion. Betrayal, because if you baptize a child and claim her as a child of God and then later tell her that she is living outside God’s will because of her sexual orientation, you are betraying her. Exclusion, because by trying to have it both ways – saying you welcome someone but only if he gives up his God-given gender identity – you are excluding him. This is where we are. This is the truth!

    Eight young people were recently to be confirmed at First United Methodist Church of Omaha, Nebraska. These youth love their local church and its expressions of inclusion. But they collectively chose not to join the United Methodist Church until they see how their church responds to the denomination’s unjust and immoral policies on LGBTQ+ clergy and same sex marriage. They powerfully state: “We are not standing just for ourselves, we are standing for every single member of the LGBTQ+ community who is hurting right now. Because we were raised in this church, we believe that if we all stand together as a whole, we can make a difference.” They are choosing to take sides, to not remain neutral or silent! Spring is coming, and no one can stop it!

    In Springtime Hope,
    Mark

    Words by Mark Lloyd Richardson (C) 2019

    Come to the Table of Grace

    06 Sunday May 2018

    Posted by mark lloyd richardson in Prayers, Worship Liturgy

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    Communion prayer, communion table, compassion, God's table, grace, Jesus, joy, love, peace, sacraments, Worship liturgy

    We used this communion liturgy I wrote in worship this morning, playing off of the words and music of the lovely communion song by Barbara Hamm titled “Come to the Table of Grace,” found in the songbook Worship & Song. Please feel free to use in your worship context if you find it meaningful.

    Liturgy for Holy Communion
    (Singing #3168 “Come to the Table of Grace”)

    This is God’s table.
    Here we are invited to taste grace,
    the grace that lightens the human heart
    and widens the human soul
    by creating an opening for God to enter –
    the God who brings healing to bodies, minds, and spirits,
    the God who meets us in the deep center of life itself
    where we discover truth that sets us free.
    This is a feast of grace
    for the saint and sinner in each one of us.
    Let us come to the table of grace.

    Sing verse 1: “Come to the table of grace.”

    When we gather at the table of our Lord
    it is an invitation to live in peace with our neighbors.
    The Prince of peace comes among us
    and extends a word of peace –
    peace for our troubled hearts,
    peace for our troubled relationships,
    peace for our troubled neighborhoods,
    peace for our troubled environment,
    peace for our troubled global community.
    In Christ we are empowered to lay down our swords,
    whether they be cutting words or violent actions,
    whether they be divisive symbols or self-justifications,
    and yield ourselves to the Savior
    who comes with peace on his lips,
    peace in his very presence.
    Let us come to the table of peace.

    Sing verse 2: “Come to the table of peace.”

    When Jesus met with his friends
    on the night he was betrayed and arrested,
    he took the bread that sustains life,
    and he blessed and broke it before them.
    He took the common cup filled with wine
    and he claimed that these ordinary parts of their meal
    were in truth sacred reminders of the gifts of God.
    The bread reminded them of the manna
    their ancestors received to ease their hunger in the wilderness.
    The cup reminded them of the miracle of new wine
    at a Cana wedding and at the heavenly feast to come.
    Together these ordinary signs tell the story of God’s love
    being expressed to all generations.
    They show how Jesus himself modeled divine love
    as he welcomed the outcast, forgave the sinner,
    healed the sick, showed compassion for the hungry,
    and called a child to come sit on his lap and be blessed.
    Now it is for us to live the way of love of Jesus,
    to love outside of our comfort zones, our arbitrary walls,
    to love extravagantly as though it can’t run out.
    Let us come to the table of love.

    Sing verse 3: “Come to the table of love.”

    God who sets this bountiful table before us,
    a table of grace and peace,
    a table of love and joy,
    pour out your Holy Spirit upon us
    and upon these gifts of bread and wine,
    that through Christ’s presence here
    we may become a people of grace,
    a source of joy, a witness to love,
    and instruments of your peace.
    By your Holy Spirit,
    make us one with Christ,
    one with each other,
    one with all who walk in your light,
    and one in ministry to the whole world, no exceptions,
    until we feast at the heavenly banquet.
    Let us come to the table of joy.

    Sing verse 4: “Come to the table of joy.”

    Words (c) 2018 Mark Lloyd Richardson

    The Audacity of Divine Love

    14 Saturday Oct 2017

    Posted by mark lloyd richardson in Peace with justice, Prayers, Worship Liturgy

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    Church universal, clean water, Common good, compassion, grace, healing the world, health care, Jesus, justice, Pastoral Prayer, peace, resurrection, spirit, wisdom

    FullSizeRender-2God who watches over our world,
    who companions us along life’s way,
    who breathes life into our lives,
    we come to lift our praise-filled voices,
    to utter our heart’s trembling cries,
    to be still, and to know,
    to be struck again by the audacity of divine love.

    Jesus, Lamb of God,
    the one in whom we see love most freely given,
    the one who is Rabbi, healer, and friend,
    this Jesus invites us to open our eyes
    and look with compassion on the needs of the world –
    needs for basic necessities of food and shelter,
    adequate health care and clean water,
    needs for spiritual nourishment and hope,
    a cup of life-restoring water,
    needs for community and solidarity,
    bridging differences with other children of God.

    Jesus, the Christ of love’s kingdom,
    in whom broken places are mended
    and neighbors find common cause healing the world,
    this Jesus invites us to open our ears
    and hear the summons to follow –
    following the Master’s voice,
    becoming people brimming with holy grace,
    following to places where our comforts are put aside
    by the one who disturbs the status quo,
    following the call to reshape the world around us
    by going where Christ’s love and footsteps show.

    Spirit of love, holy wind, breath of life,
    replenish our spirits and claim us anew.
    Grant us the strength we need
    to break down walls of injustice,
    to speak up for those on the margins,
    to stand with all who are suffering,
    to follow all the way to the cross, no turning back.

    Spirit of truth, holy word of life,
    charge us with a mission of mercy,
    a partnership of peace,
    that we might more fully live
    into your vision of wholeness & shalom.

    May your Church,
    Creator, Christ, and holy wind,
    be faithful in service,
    courageous in witness,
    steady in fighting injustice,
    loyal in our allegiance to the gospel,
    savvy in confronting evil,
    persistent in walking the path of peace,
    and above all,
    loving in our actions toward friend and foe.

    Bless this earthly home with protection and care.
    Bless your people with resurrection power.
    Bless decision-makers with a compassionate wisdom,
    journalists with the boldness of truth,
    and citizens with boundless energy
    in the pursuit of the common good.

    We pray all of this in the name of Jesus,
    who pronounces blessings upon anyone seeking
    to align their lives with your kingdom of love. Amen.

    Words (c) Mark Lloyd Richardson, 2017

    In the Garden

    14 Friday Apr 2017

    Posted by mark lloyd richardson in Poems, Prayers, Reflections

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    Disciples, Garden of Gethsemane, Good Friday, Holy Thursday, Holy Week, Jesus, Passion of Jesus, prayer, silence, suffering

    Through the trees large

    Photo credit: Joel Olives, “Through the Trees,” Flickr.com Creative Commons, May 6, 2008.

    And Jesus said, “Sit here, while I pray.”

    All we must do is sit.
    All we must do is recognize this as a time of prayer.
    All we must do is stay awake to the present danger.
    All we must do is not walk away from the suffering.
    All we must do is listen in the stillness of the garden.

    Some leaves rustle as a small animal stirs nearby.
    A breeze disturbs the branches of an olive tree.
    A fellow disciple quietly coughs in the cooling air.
    Our own breathing is labored from the hasty night walk.
    The fluted song of an owl floats down from the hillside.

    All we must do is sit.

    Words (c) 2017, Mark Lloyd Richardson

    The Buoyancy of Prayerful Action

    12 Monday Dec 2016

    Posted by mark lloyd richardson in Reflections

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    Bethlehem, Birth Narrative, Birth of Jesus, Christmas, Do not fear, Emmanuel, God with us, Gospel of Luke, Gospel of Matthew, grace, Jesus, Joseph, Mary, Nazareth of Galilee, The Holy Family, truth

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    Camille, David, and Azael as Mary, Joseph, and the baby Jesus, in the Children’s Christmas Pageant at First UMC Santa Barbara, December 2016 (Photo credit: Dallis Day Richardson)

    An angel of the Lord appeared to Joseph in a dream and said,
    “Joseph, son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary as your wife,
    for the child conceived in her is from the Holy Spirit.
    She will bear a son, and you are to name him Jesus,
    for he will save his people from their sins.” ~ Matthew 1:20-21

    In the sixth month the angel Gabriel was sent by God
    to a town in Galilee called Nazareth, to a virgin
    engaged to a man whose name was Joseph, of the house of David.
    The virgin’s name was Mary. And he came to her and said,
    “Greetings, favored one! The Lord is with you.” … “Do not be afraid,
    Mary, for you have found favor with God.” ~ Luke 1:26-28, 30

    Fear must be released if we are to take the journey to Bethlehem.
    Fear obstructs the dream of God for a world healed of divisions.
    Fear confines us in boxes of propriety and principle.
    Fear prevents us from daring to live fully for God.
    Fear holds us back.

    Joseph,
    had he listened to his inner voice of moral rectitude,
    rather than listening to the Spirit stir in his faith-filled dreaming,
    might have chosen the lesser path,
    the outwardly respectable path,
    the easier, more bearable path.

    Mary,
    had she listened to her inner voice of level-headed reason,
    rather than listening to the angel’s announcement of God’s favor,
    might have chosen the uncomplicated path,
    the less perplexing, more normal path,
    the expected path for a young woman of her day.

    Instead these two faithful servants,
    through the buoyancy of prayerful action,
    put aside their fears
    and embraced the possibility that God was doing something new!

    From their beautifully inspired trust in God’s goodness
    the holy child was born
    and God’s salvation story took on human flesh,
    so that we might see the fullness of grace and truth!

    This Christmas
    let us cast aside the fear of difference and change
    and embrace the self-giving love of Emmanuel –
    God who is with all of us the world over,
    whatever our nationality, race, religion or creed.

    God is with us!
    Do not be afraid!

    Words (c) 2016 Mark Lloyd Richardson

    May I Become

    19 Wednesday Aug 2015

    Posted by mark lloyd richardson in Justice, LGBTQ, pastoral integrity, Reflections

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    gospel of Jesus, Inclusive church, Jesus, LGBTQ community, love your neighbor, marginalized, marriage equality, ordination, same-sex attraction, social justice, spirituality, United Methodist Church

    Altar at First United Methodist Church, Santa Barbara, CA Adorned by Julie Hayward

    Altar at First United Methodist Church, Santa Barbara, CA
    Adorned by Julie Hayward

    Our congregation has been engaging in learning and conversation about what the Bible and the Christian faith say about hospitality and welcome within the Body of Christ, specifically as these relate to LGBTQ persons. It has not been an easy process thus far. We have looked at the words of Scripture related to same-sex activity and tried to understand their cultural and historical context. I have led a teaching forum on the United Methodist Church and the LGBTQ community, specifically addressing how our denomination has characterized homosexuality as sin and yet many of us experience a deep tension between institutional loyalty and obedience to Jesus’ teachings in the gospels to love our neighbors. We have gathered in a worshipful setting to listen to the personal stories of what our experience and reason tell us about same-sex attraction. I have preached sermons on the necessity of changing the United Methodist stance on marriage equality, ordination, and the full inclusion of our LGBTQ neighbors, friends, and families in the life and ministry of the church.

    After a time of Holy Conversation recently, in which over fifty people gathered prayerfully to listen to one another’s stories, I shared my heavy heart about a few matters. A day or two later, someone in the church sent me the following poem/prayer. It was an encouragement to me, so I share it now with you. The words below are not my words (though I wish they were). I hope you find them meaningful for whatever paths God is leading you on today.

    May I become at all times, both now and forever,
    A protector for those without protection
    A guide for those who have lost their way
    A ship for those with oceans to cross
    A bridge for those with rivers to cross
    A sanctuary for those in danger
    A lamp for those without light
    A place of refuge for those without shelter
    And a servant to all in need.
    ~Anonymous

    Jesus is the one who illumines my spiritual path. When others assign false motives to my leadership, I keep my eyes on Jesus. When they question my fidelity to the gospel of Christ, I keep my eyes on Jesus. I let the bigger picture of those who have been marginalized and excluded in church and society remain in my sight, and I remember the pain this has brought to their lives. I pray that in some small way I can give voice to Jesus’ command to love our neighbors as ourselves.

    Words (c) 2015 Mark Lloyd Richardson

    Every Common Bush

    06 Saturday Sep 2014

    Posted by mark lloyd richardson in Sermon portions

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    centered life, compassion, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, holy ground, Jesus, justice, LGBTQ inclusion, Moses, prayer, Rosa Parks, scripture, social justice

    burning-bushIn her poem “Aurora Leigh,” Elizabeth Barrett Browning wrote:
    Earth’s crammed with heaven
    And every common bush afire with God:
    But only he who sees, takes off his shoes,
    The rest sit round it, and pluck blackberries.

    The story of Moses and the burning bush (Exodus 3:1-15) has long fascinated believers. Moses is going about his usual business as a sheepherder when he catches a glimpse of something unusual in his peripheral vision, and decides that he must turn and look. Like other call stories in scripture, this one provides a window into how we interpret the ways God calls us.

    The story of Moses, and the story of each person who has been grasped by God’s unconditional love, shows that there is One who knows us and calls us by name. There is One who calls us to a centered life, a life full of burning bushes, a life lived on holy ground. These burning bushes are everywhere. We need only open our eyes.

    Our primary source as Christian disciples is Scripture, not because it’s free of error or contradiction, but because it is the remembered story of a people seeking after God. We read it, study it, and wrestle with it. Scripture is a burning bush, demanding our attention.

    Anything that brings our attention to our Creator is potentially a burning bush. Prayer can be a burning bush, as can meditation. Other people can be windows into the divine. Relationships sometimes cause us to look deeply within ourselves to encounter the intrinsically relational nature of life. Events sometimes converge in such a way that we find ourselves brushing up against what it means to be human. As we engage our conscience and take moral stands a bush is burning in our midst!

    As followers of Christ, the shape our lives take in the world is the cross, reflective of the self-giving love of Christ. “If any want to become my followers,” Jesus tells his disciples, “let them deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me” (Matthew 16:24). Jesus knew that the God-centered life always involved a willingness to put one’s life on the line in order to participate in the divine presence in the world.

    Therefore a person like Rosa Parks boldly refused to cooperate with the evil of segregation by refusing to sit at the back of the bus that day many years ago in Montgomery, Alabama. Every day, ordinary people work for social justice, among them the advocates for the full inclusion of our LGBTQ neighbors in society and in the church.

    Then there are those dear souls who daily show mercy to others – nurses, teachers, social workers, first responders, caregivers, hospice workers. There are those who go beyond what is reasonable to cheer the depressed, to comfort the grieving, to feed the hungry, to clothe the naked. Burning bushes, every one!

    God cannot be kept on a shelf, or in a private corner of our lives. God tells Moses, “I AM WHO I AM.” Therefore we walk into the world with this One whose name is I AM, and realize that we can’t take anything for granted, and we surely can’t assume to know what comes next. We worship the God who is the great I AM, whose relationship with the world is dynamic and active. We turn aside often to see what God is doing. We take off our shoes, and feel the holy ground beneath our feet. We remember that in our baptisms we put on Christ. We become the presence of Christ as we move out into the world. We go in the name of the great I AM, the Lord of life and hope!

    Words (c) 2014 Mark Lloyd Richardson

    Prayer for the World’s Children

    14 Saturday Dec 2013

    Posted by mark lloyd richardson in Prayers, Worship Liturgy

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    3rd Sunday of Advent, Advent, Bethlehem, children, Christmas story, grace and truth, humanity, incarnation, Jesus, Mary, Mary's Song, peace, prayers for victims of violence, sacred worth, the poor

    God who lifts up the lowly and humbles the lofty,
    God who bends down to be with us in our humanity,
    we pray in the name of the Child of Bethlehem
    for all of the children of this vast and beautiful world.

    We pray for immigrant children, street children,
    neglected and abused children, at-risk children,
    and children in good, stable, loving homes.

    We pray for safe environments where children can be children,
    with the freedom to explore their common identity
    without the shadows of fear and danger hanging over them.

    We pray for the safety and security of people living in places
    where deep divisions exist and turmoil has taken hold.

    We admit to feelings of despair and anxious thoughts
    as we consider the violence on our own city streets.

    We confess to a sense of helplessness and uncertainty
    as we question how things will ever change for the better.

    In the midst of our prayers and concerns this holy season
    we come to listen anew to the wondrous story
    of how you become known to us in fragile flesh,
    how you enter into the very places we most fear and bring peace,
    how your goodness overcomes evil and your life overcomes death.

    Jesus, born in a stable under the boot of imperial rule,
    lives a life in the fullness of divine grace and truth
    that challenges the oppressive violence of his time.

    Jesus, born to a young girl living below the poverty line,
    lives a life of radical trust, deep compassion and abundant mercy.

    In this holy season may we also begin to trust you more fully.

    May we also resist the violent ways of the world and seek paths of peace.

    May we also challenge the systems that marginalize the poor and vulnerable.

    May we do more than offer charity and hand-outs.

    Rather let us stretch our limited consciousness
    and begin to believe in the sacred worth of each person we meet.

    Let us, like Mary, seek the favor of God.

    May our souls also magnify the Lord and rejoice in God our Savior.

    May we do our best to walk in the way of Jesus,
    who is our life and our hope, now and always.

    Words (c) 2013 Mark Lloyd Richardson

    A Room Remembered

    01 Friday Nov 2013

    Posted by mark lloyd richardson in Poems

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    childlike devotion, good memories, grandparents, imagination, Jesus, Pastoral ministry, preaching, sacred calling, worship

    Nooksack, Washington parsonage

    Nooksack, Washington parsonage

    A Room Remembered

    Granddad’s study
    is a modest room
    off the living room
    in the two-story Nooksack parsonage,
    a half block from the wooden country church
    where he preaches every Sunday morning.

    Its scents fill the air
    and remain with me to this day —
    wood paneling,
    serious books,
    mimeograph ink and paper.

    In this room every Saturday my granddad copies bulletins
    on an aging mimeograph for the next day’s worship service.

    At the tender age of five
    I am his able assistant.

    We watch as sheets of paper fly rhythmically through the machine
    and are caught in a tray on the other side.
    Then he and I fold the bulletins,
    careful to find the middle of each one,
    and I am again swept up
    in my imaginings of being him.

    I imagine standing before a congregation someday,
    with a stain-glassed Jesus holding a lamb tenderly in his arms
    on the wall behind the pulpit,
    and daring to tell the truth about God’s ways in the world.

    I am no mere admirer gazing upon my granddad’s noble calling.
    No, I love him with eager childlike devotion –
    my heart full of wanting to be like him.

    Words (c) 2004 Mark Lloyd Richardson

    My Granddad, the Rev. Norval Sweet Richardson

    My Granddad, the Rev. Norval Sweet Richardson

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