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Monday, December 30, 2013

Sunday, December 29, 2013

Psalm 39:8


Longing and unhidden sighing...
http://thelivinggospel.blogspot.com/2013/12/isaiah-389.html

Isaiah 44:22


Forgiveness and Rain
http://thelivinggospel.blogspot.com/2013/12/isaiah-4422.html

Thursday, December 26, 2013

Celebrate Christmas Again--on Sunday

If you're not quite ready to leave Christmas behind, please join us on Sunday, December 29, where we'll hear the Christmas cantata again--or for the first time, if you didn't attend the 11 p.m. Christmas Eve service.

There will be one service at 10 a.m., a service with music, Communion, and healing--just what we need as we move through Christmastide.

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

FOUR POEMS FOR ADVENT

Four Poems for Advent

I. Watching

I watch,
note the hour,
note the shadows in their gather,
I, lost in the counting until
one more tips the scales,
my capacity now  more swiftly overcome
by the sheer weight of aggregation,
 I let it go, let it go.
I turn and watch the setting of the sun;
I watch the waters;
I hear the songs of mossy rocks and dark bare branches stripped of leaves and life,
Detritus, foam and scum in swirling pools fading in the dusk to indistinction.
And in the wind-swept cool of approaching frost that reaches marrow deep,
In my solitude I perceive the cracks,
unexpected windows, momentary glimpses,
My thoughts clinging, finding purchase,
There at the edges,
No carols of advertising to prompt,
No steals or deals; No crowds, or parking lots
Or lists.
What if we watched for none of these,
Let go of such signs of the season that seek to center us and tell the time for us
and in their created magic bring comfort of a sort, ephemeral, like a memory  yet unborn
that dances of the edge of memory, indistinct.
Let it go.
Let us watch,
patience honing the edge of deeper dreams and visions:
Already but not yet, watching and being watched;
abiding  until that which will happen happens, which has, which must,
Let the falling darkness sweep us up into the psalms in low lament,
A song of Advent softy in a minor key within our soul, staying,
building to the chorus.
We watch,
living in the tension of God’s action:
the past utterly shaping our present,
the future breaking in, changing everything, calling us forward into a new now.
Let our doubts face the gathering witness.
We watch to see what we have failed to see or
need to see again and again and again until our memories saturate and know nothing else
but God in incarnation, the mystery of which in holy simplicity could be a life for us,
is life for us now and always.



II. Waiting


I wait,
dear Lord, I wait,
a thousand thoughts pressing on,
pressing in, crossing the borders of boredom,
entering the no-man’s land of indistinction,
waiting then at the gates unarmed, uncaring;
distraction building upon distraction and daydream
and I walk around in small circles, a hand on the chair,
and pause and look and turn,
 an ear to the distant hum and rattle,
the score of my life,
an endless loop in uninteresting variation,
at times.
I wait until I am nearly sick of it,
sick in my heart, head throbbing,
my eyes unfixed, unclear.
Dear God, I cannot see what you see,
and truth be told it unhinges me
more often than I might otherwise admit.
And waiting demands patience,
a pricy virtue, don’t you think;
another lie we tell ourselves,
and I in my jeans and button-down from LL Bean
unaccustomed to the poverty that such waiting demands,
the humility, the emptying of self,
when self is what we know best,
who we think we are, when in truth , we are  so much more,
more beyond our dreaming, our doing, our living,
but not in ourselves, not of ourselves,
for true meaning come from outside, from another,
the one we are waiting for and poorly, still.
We wait,
but there isn’t time to wait, is there?
No time to even dream whatever the gift it brings.
No time.
We wait for a moment, and not one more moment, not one,
and blink away the edge of doubt
and count the steps of the postman, the barks our neighbor’s dog in passing,
the unlubricated complaint of our mailbox receiving the daily junk
in rusty protest, opening and closing,
and count the footfalls into the silence of distance of leather soles.
We wait to see what you see, dear God,
to know just a little,
to stretch an increment across the strands of hope,
but we cannot, will not, we refusing of our own nature,
that is no longer ours alone, but we have forgotten this and so much else.
One moment more, we swear.
Just one.
We wait
for the simplicity of clarity,
for a road sign that commands
“TURN NOW”
and we on a dime, on our heels, in that very place would turn in joy,
and run and leap and sing until we  doubled over from the very outpouring of expression, of movement, of life,
the waiting then over,
over,
only if a sign appeared.
But we find ourselves in place, unmoved and unmoving,
a pause for the glacial pace of change to thaw,
and crash in torrents and carve the world anew,
we beholding with our own eyes the work and will of God,
calling, urging, speaking to our life in unambiguous meaning and direction.
We wait for this,
we do,
 but all is already new and being renewed,
for everything is changing, changed, and we are waiting,
for what has already come to pass,
we mistakenly ambassadors in residence, rather than pilgrims on the road;
to wait while going,
to live out the paradox of an Advent faith,
of an Easter God,
of an always creating Creator who only asks us
to be who we are called to be in Christ,
in humility, in brokenness, in serving, in love:
To embody our love for God in our love for one another,
until Christ returns.




III. HOPE

As Christmas,
draws on,
another funeral
unexpected comes,
and another waits upon the horizon.
A woman I had met, but casually,
the mother of a friend of a friend
of years past, defying memory in this season of running
and doing, and the edge of going over the edge
from the shear weight of it all,
the damn lights and Chismons still not up upon the trees,
still re-writing Christmas Eve,
seeking the second shepherd reader,
an usher,
a greeter,
pondering if anyone will come
for the Longest Night.
And burdened, too,
the weight of year-end finances and the business of church
and the responsibility of hands once placed upon my head and a calling
oh, the calling, having grown heavy in the cooler months of winter.
And at the funeral home,
the staff like old friends with warm smiles and handshakes
and small talk,
death their business, and dignity.
Inside waits
a life in photographs and shared stories,
and tears
and young granddaughters who had always known Nana
who is no more,
seated there,
blonde curls cascading and ribbons,
each sob unending,
rending my heart until I skip a beat
in eternal pause
and only continue carried along by familiar words
that neither death nor life nor things present nor things to come,
but these things have come, and death has come,
and the sobs come and tears mar cheeks that ought to be rosy red from laughter and I wonder what on earth I could possibly say to make such tears
fly away to far beyond a child’s approaching thoughts of Christmas;
That the well the words might once again provide and prove living water
for the abounding thirst,
here at the end of things, at the abyss.
A confession:
I come to hope reluctantly
often with a pair of knees old before their years,
a random twinge, limping
and with squinty eyes as if longing for sleep
or wanting of lift,
red-rimmed, dry like sandpaper eyes,
eyes that take in much, but declare it chaff and let it fall to ground,
for burning: the good, the bad, the indifferent
tossed in so much confusion to defy recognition for sorting out.

I come to hope with a fondness for arrogance
and a lack of humility born of a life live too comfortably,
and enough tarnished nostalgia to get by on
that needs to be broken for healing,
utterly broken,
the very notion turning me to other things, rather then drawing me in,
miscellany rather than reflection,
mindlessness an alternative to confession,
like this.

Then death comes and another’s pain
and the abounding grief of many more
and I in turn must guide towards a promised hope
that will not let the silence speak the final word,
the grave the final word,
the triumph of nothing becoming everything;
No, no,
“What then shall we say to this?”
and  I committed to saying nothing but a word of hope
trusting, broken, scared out of my mind
and seeing in a child’s tear-filled eyes my child’s eyes
and the eyes of every grieving soul.

We grieve because we love, the order of things,
the manner of creation, after the image of the Creator,
born into the world, born into the flesh,
born of a woman, born into a life and a calling and a future
and a promise;
Born to become the hope the will defy death
a hope unconquered, unbowed, unwavering
and in defying death to define our life and the life of every living thing;
and transform all
even the tears of little girls
and pastors.
IV. PROMISE



Do you recall,
The promise of our younger days:
The wonder of a tree ablaze in light,
garlanded in gold and countless stories
shaped as ornaments;
the promise wrapped in paper and ribbon and bow,
spilling out of stockings like candy coins and chocolate reindeer.
For it is there for all to see in albums of photographs and
in attics in celluloid slowly eroding into dust.
Perhaps in children or children’s children
we sought to kindle embers of memory,
to see in their wide and wondrous eyes
the joy that clings to promise
warmly,
like inseparable friends, sharers of secrets
who together traipsed the forests of youth
and embraced its mystery. 

Let’s call it mood, these promises,
Evoked in carols and parking lots of crowded malls
and elves and reindeer and Santa Claus,
and Christmas trees of memories,
and model trains,
 a sea of lights upon the eaves and lawns
and Christmas cards and Yule logs,
to turn the heaviness of life past five o’clock
and bring a weary smile 
as the days grow shorter
and the nights unfriendly cool and long and dark.
And if such things bring a warmth and lift,
a mood turned towards giving gifts and
laughter over eggnog
or the family letter,
let it be.

Let it be, but spur your soul
to embrace this confounding notion:
The incarnation declares God
come into the world
in the flesh,
to live and die and live
so that, as they say, we, too, may upon the day
when we draw our final breath
allow the promise to carry us and those we love,
and all,
our most despairing hour overcome by light
bright enough in hope to
illuminate the child who leads us,
the promise beyond knowing, made known:

What began in Bethlehem to define our all in all.

Monday, December 23, 2013

Pastor Keith's Christmas Reflection


PROMISE
Do you recall,
The promise of our younger days:
The wonder of a tree ablaze in light,
garlanded in gold and countless stories
shaped as ornaments;
the promise wrapped in paper and ribbon and bow,
spilling out of stockings like candy coins and chocolate reindeer.
For it is there for all to see in albums of photographs and
in attics in celluloid slowly eroding into dust.
Perhaps in children or children’s children
we sought to kindle embers of memory,
to see in their wide and wondrous eyes
the joy that clings to promise
warmly,
like inseparable friends, sharers of secrets
who together traipsed the forests of youth
and embraced its mystery. 

Let’s call it mood, these promises,
Evoked in carols and parking lots of crowded malls
and elves and reindeer and Santa Claus,
and Christmas trees of memories,
and model trains,
 a sea of lights upon the eaves and lawns
and Christmas cards and Yule logs,
to turn the heaviness of life past five o’clock
and bring a weary smile 
as the days grow shorter
and the nights unfriendly cool and long and dark.
And if such things bring a warmth and lift,
a mood turned towards giving gifts and
laughter over eggnog
or the family letter,
let it be.

Let it be, but spur your soul
to embrace this confounding notion:
The incarnation declares God
come into the world
in the flesh,
to live and die and live
so that, as they say, we, too, may upon the day
when we draw our final breath
allow the promise to carry us and those we love,
and all,
our most despairing hour overcome by light
bright enough in hope to
illuminate the child who leads us,
the promise beyond knowing, made known:
What began in Bethlehem to define our all in all.
Such is the mystery and wonder and heart of Christmas:
Promise being born that lives in us still and always.
Amen.

CHRISTMAS EVE AND BEYOND


Christmas Eve                            

TUESDAY DECEMBER 24th

5PM Indoor/Outdoor Sunset  Candlelight Service

7:30PM Family Candlelight Service

11PM Cantata Candlelight Service with Choir

*All Services with Holy Communion
 

Christmas Day                   
WEDNESDAY December 25th

10AM Christmas Lessons and Carols with Holy Communion
 

Sunday After Christmas       
Sunday December 29th

10AM Cantata Service reprise with Healing and Communion
 

SUNDAY JANUARY 5th (and thereafter)

9:45AM CROSS+GENERATION SERVICE (in the hall)

11AM Holy Communion Service with Choir in the Sanctuary

Hebrews 4:9

Julia Butterfly on Spanish Needle, Chapel Trail Nature Preserve, Pembroke Pines, Florida, December 2013

So then, a sabbath rest still remains for the people of God

Hebrews 4:9

Saturday, December 21, 2013

PASTOR KEITH''S SABBATICAL NEWS

SABBATICAL INFORMATION
 
Why Is Pastor Keith going on Sabbatical?
Sabbaticals are times of time apart for rest, renewal, and vision. Many places offer two months every four years and it has been nearly six years since Pastor Keith last took this extended time.
 
What will Pastor Keith be doing?
Pastor Keith will be working through the information that people shared this fall in the small group meetings in order to craft a draft for conversation of a renewed vision for Trinity, reflecting on who we are, where we are, and what God, in and through the Holy Spirit, may be inviting us to focus our time, energy, gifts and resources as we move forward in mission and ministry.  
 
Pastor Keith will also be working on a Vacation Bible School model that incorporates much of what has been successful from our “Worship Together” Cross+Generational Service to provide a clearer path from participation in VBS to participation in our ongoing worship life.
 
Pastor Keith also hopes to incorporate some of his photos and reflections into a more useful devotional book, hike around south Florida with his camera, and do some other writing based upon our pioneering Worship Together service that might be of use to the wider church.
 
  1. Timeframe –  Sabbatical will commence following worship on Christmas Day, December 25th and will come to an end with Pastor Keith leading worship on TRANSFIGURATION SUNDAY MARCH 2nd       
  2. During the Sabbatical, who should I contact if I have a question or concern?
    1. Council President Kristin Berkey-Abbott kristinLBA@aol.com (954) 931-6739
    2. Council Vice President Ron McCoy   rmccoyohfl@gmail.com (954) 790-3106
    3. Council Secretary Earline LaCroix elacroix1@netzero.net (954) 650-5744
  3. During the Sabbatical, who should I contact if I or someone I know needs pastoral care/visit/prayer
    1. Contact either either Ron Mccoy or Earline LaCroix who can arrange for care with our Care Team or Pastor Bedenbaugh as appropriate.
  4. Can I still call or email Pastor Keith during his Sabbatical?
    1. We ask you to please respect Pastor’s sabbatical time and use the previously mentioned contacts instead.
  5. Who will be leading worship? Will we still have communion?
    1. December 29th there will be a single service of Holy Communion at 10AM which will feature a reprise of the 11PM Christmas Eve Cantata Service.
    2. For the Sundays that Pastor Keith will be on Sabbatical there are three different pastors scheduled to preach and preside at communion at the 11AM service and preside at communion at the 9:45AM Worship Together service.  Two pastors will be with us for two Sundays each and one pastor will be with us for four Sundays.
  6. What about Weddings, Funerals and Baptisms?
    1. Weddings –  Pastor Keith will not be available for weddings during sabbatical (DEC 25-MARCH 2) but weddings may take place at Trinity if the couple provides another pastor. Weddings may be scheduled for after sabbatical dates by contacting SAM in the office who will pass the request along through the council Executive Committee to Pastor Keith.   
    2. Funerals If Pastor Keith is in town he will be available on an emergency basis for member funerals.  If not, other arrangements will be made.
    3. Baptisms – Regular Baptisms will be scheduled for after Pastor Keith’s return – Emergency Baptisms will be handled by contacting either Ron McCoy or Earline LaCroix who will make arrangements through other pastors.
  7. What about the Semi-Annual Congregational Meeting on JAN 26 2014?
A.   The Semi-Annual Congregational meeting will take place during all worship service on JAN 26th (9:45AM and 11AM) and will be led by Trinity’s council officers. The proposed agenda for that meeting includes council elections and the final vote on the revised Trinity Constitution. For elections there are two positions available, each a 3 year term. The Nominating Committee and Congregational Council have proposed Zory Graciani and Reed Talbert, whose names will appear on the ballot. The floor will be open for additional nominees during the semi-annual meeting portion of worship. Those proposed to be added to the ballot will need to be present, active voting members, be seconded, and agree to be nominated. Their names will then be added to the ballot. Any floor nominations at the 11AM service will make the meeting a Nominating Meeting and move the voting one week to FEB 2nd. Reed is an incumbent and this would be his second three-year term. Zory served previously several years ago and this would count as her first three-year term.  The congregation will also be taking a final vote on the revised Trinity Constitution which will require a two-thirds vote for approval. The revisions were approved by Trinity members at a special Congregational meeting on November 10th  and as was explained at that time the vote on JAN 26th is a straight up or down vote with no changes to the constitution permitted (this is mandated procedure for constitutional changes going for final approval).
  1. When Will Pastor Keith be returning from Sabbatical?
    1. Pastor Keith will return on Sunday March 2nd to preach, preside, and fry up beignets as part of our “Beignet-A-Palooza: celebration of Mardi Gras as we prepare for the season of Lent. 
  2. SPRING CALENDAR: (Revised as of DEC 2013)
2014
JAN               
Pastor Keith’s Sabbatical (through March 2nd)
4th    9AM Church Yard Work Day
5th    Pastor Andreas Thode preaching
5th    Take down and put away Christmas and Advent decorations after worship                                     
12th Pastor Andreas Thode preaching
12th                 BLOODMOBILE
14th                 WELCA
19th                 Pastor Sharon Dorr preaching
26th                 Pastor Sharon Dorr preaching
26th  Healing Services
26th Semi-Annual Congregational Meeting/Council Elections/final vote on revised Trinity Constitution
FEB
1st    9AM Church Yard Work Day
2nd   Easter Food Basket Envelopes begin             
2nd   Pastor Robb Grimm preaching
9th    Pastor Robb Grimm preaching
11th                 WELCA
9th    Valentine’s Day Trinity Justice Ministry Gift Sale
16th                  Pastor Robb Grimm preaching
18th                  Justice Ministry Team Assembly 7:30PM loc. TBD
20th -21st         WELCA Rummage Set Up
22nd  WELCA RUMMAGE AND BAKE SALE    
23rd                  Pastor Robb Grimm preaching
23rd                  Healing Services
MAR
1st    9AM Church Yard Work Day
2nd  Beignet-A-Palooza! Sabbatical Ends
2nd   WELCA Easter Egg orders begin     
5th    ASH WED
7AM Imposition of Ashes
Noon Imposition of Ashes with Communion
6PM Pancake Supper
7PM       Pre-Service Music Trinity Worship Choir
7:30PM Imposition of Ashes with Communion
9th    Easter Lily Envelopes Begin
9th    1st Sunday in Lent
9th    BLOODMOBILE
11th                 WELCA
18th                 BOLD Justice Rally at 7:30PM – location TBD
 
APR
BOLD Justice Nehemiah Action DATE and TIME TBD
5th    9AM Church Yard Work Day
6th    Last Sunday to order WELCA Easter Eggs
8th    WELCA
13th                 PALM/PASSION SUNDAY
13th                 Last Sunday to order Easter Lilies
17th                 MAUNDY THURSDAY     Noon; 7:30PM
18th                 GOOD FRIDAY Noon; 7:30PM
20th                 EASTER SUNDAY
        6:30AM Outdoor Sunrise Service
        9:30AM Family Service
        10:30AM Easter Egg Hunt
        11AM Cantata Service
27th                 Healing w/Cantata Reprise
 
MAY
3rd   9AM Church Yard Work Day
9th    6:30PM Mother-Daughter Banquet
11th                 Blessing of Mothers
11th                 BLOODMOBILE
13th                 WELCA Spring Tea
18th                 Blessing of Graduates
22nd Budget Presentation Meeting 7PM
 
JUN
1st    Semi-Annual Congregational Meeting/BUDGET VOTE
7th    9AM Church Yard Work Day
8th    Pentecost/Confirmation/Multiculturalfest
15th                 Marriage Vow Renewal Service
20st-22nd Synod Assembly (Orlando)
22nd    Blessing of Fathers
23rd – 27th Vacation Bible School
29th  VBS Worship