A Prayer for the 4th Sunday of Advent, 2009


With my thanks to a long-time friend and recent Facebook commentator, Francine Phillips, for the correlation of holiness and absurdity.

We begin our prayer time this morning with a small 4-line petition from Martin Luther:

Ah, dearest Jesus, holy Child,

Make thee a bed, soft, undefiled,

Within my heart, that it may be

A quiet chamber kept for thee.

Amen.

A quiet chamber kept for thee…

As we’re facing into this last week before Christmas, in this time and place,
Lord God, it’s mighty hard for us to find a quiet corner,
much less a quiet chamber.
But oh, how very much we need such a space!
So we join with Martin Luther
and with so many other fellow travelers on this way we walk,
this way called the Jesus way,
and we say, “Come, Lord Jesus – please come,
and please do make your bed, your resting place, within our hearts,
so that they might indeed become quiet chambers,
holy meeting places, kept for thee.”
All four of our Advent candles are lit, Lord.
We’ve lit one for hope, one for peace, one for joy,
and today, one for love –
just 4 of the many beautiful gifts,
a portion of the wondrous good news the world was offered
at that first Christmas celebration.
Hope, peace, joy, love.
Thank you that you are our hope,
you are our peace,
our joy,
that you are Love, with a capital “L.”
This is why we sing at Christmas – and all year long.
This is why we give each other gifts,
this is why we light candles.
Yes, it’s gotten a little over-the-top, a little crazy and a lot distracting.
But oh Lord, isn’t this whole idea just a little bit over-the-top?
The Lord of the Universe,
creator and namer of the stars in the heavens,
sinking earthward from the heights to become a tiny human infant,
totally defenseless and totally dependent.
Why? So that we might re-discover hope and peace and joy and love.
Thank you so much for the crazy extravagance of Christmas
and for the absurd holiness of this whole wacky scheme.
So, as we gather together our tithes and our gifts of money today,
we ask you to take these simple, everyday things
and do with them what you’ve done with us –
transform them into agents of the Kingdom of God
set loose in a broken and bruised world.
Because we give these gifts today so that
the good work of grace can grow and prosper,
that the good news of Christmas can work its way
into the creases and crevices of our needy world.
We set them aside this morning for holy purposes,
and we set ourselves aside as well, Lord.
Maybe we don’t do that often enough.
Stop.
Think.
Pray.
Offer ourselves up to you
for holy, crazy, extravagant purposes.
Help us to do that today and each day this week,
as we gather with family,
as we mourn those who are no longer in the circle,
as we celebrate those who are.
Surprise us again with the holy absurdity of the incarnation
and bless us, Lord,
that we might be your blessing to the world.
For Jesus’ sake. Amen.

A Sermon for the 2nd Sunday in Advent…


Written & Preached at Montecito Covenant Church by Diana R.G. Trautwein, 12/6/09

I have decided I am not a fan of surprises. Now don’t get me wrong – I like GOOD surprises. But I’m not sure I like those kinds of surprises well enough to make up for the other kind of surprises – those things that shock and startle and wound and worry. In fact, in recent weeks, I have found myself very, VERY wary of such surprises.

And I know that I am not alone in my wariness – a lot of people – a lot of you dear people, and a lot of other people in my life as well – are reeling from strange and scary surprises that have literally smacked them upside the head and left them seeing stars. Let me list just a few:

A hard-earned graduate degree has proven to be a handicap not a help in a long-term job search;

Surprise!

A beloved child is discovered to be wildly abusing controlled substances;

Surprise!

A devoted wife is startled by the sudden exit from her marriage of a husband of nearly 40 years;

Surprise!

An elderly woman’s sudden black-out causes a brain-bleed leading to permanent full-time care;

Surprise!

A struggling middle-aged man on the way to a better life is found dead in his sleep;

Surprise!

These are the kinds of earth-shaking, unexpected happenings that can quickly over-whelm a person. These are the kinds of events that hurt and startle rather than delight and refresh. Surprises like these can change the course of our lives, re-arrange the texture of our days, re-focus our emotional energies, and alter our personal and family story. So, I’ll say it again: I am not a fan of surprises.

And the text before us this morning tells us about a humdinger of one –a surprise that not only changed a personal and family story, but changed the very history of the world. Turn in your Bibles, if you wish, or you might choose to simply listen, to the first chapter of the gospel of Matthew, beginning at verse 18:

18 This is how the birth of Jesus the Messiah came about: His mother Mary was pledged to be married to Joseph, but before they came together, she was found to be pregnant through the Holy Spirit. 19 Because Joseph her husband was a righteous man and did not want to expose her to public disgrace, he had in mind to divorce her quietly. 20 But after he had considered this, an angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream and said, “Joseph son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary home as your wife, because what is conceived in her is from the Holy Spirit. 21 She will give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus, because he will save his people from their sins.” 22 All this took place to fulfill what the Lord had said through the prophet: 23 “The virgin will conceive and give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel” (which means “God with us”). 24 When Joseph woke up, he did what the angel of the Lord had commanded him and took Mary home as his wife. 25 But he had no union with her until she gave birth to a son. And he gave him the name Jesus.

This is the word of the Lord for us this day.

Given the time and culture in which we live, I think it is more than a little bit difficult for us to wrap our minds around how hard this particular surprise was for a good, first-century, Jewish man like Joseph. Unmarried women surprise their families with pregnancies every day in the current age, if the tabloids are to be believed, and marriage is quickly becoming an afterthought – last, rather than first, in the line of happenings that used to follow a more particular order. There was, at one time – long, long ago – in another galaxy – far, far away – an old schoolyard poem that went something like this:

“First comes love, then comes marriage,

then comes (you fill in the blank with a pair of names) with a baby carriage.”

Not any more. More often than not, the baby carriage precedes either marriage or love, and there is little, if any, public shame or censure. So you’re going to need to put on your cultural sensitivity hats for a while this morning to more fully grasp the poignancy and the point of this morning’s primary text.

In first century Jewish life, marriage was a big deal – a really big deal. Necessary for the protection of women, who had few, if any rights, and who were always under the wing of a man – either a father, a husband or a son. So finding a husband was something that was done by the entire family and was never left to the vagaries of chance or “love.” Marriages were arranged, and betrothals, engagements, were entered into with all the seriousness of any legally binding contract of the present day. As Don mentioned last week, girls were often between the ages of 12 and 15 when they were betrothed, and men were usually in their late teens or early twenties, sometimes even older. The period of engagement lasted about a year, and it was serious, it was permanent, it was almost the same thing as marriage – it’s just that the couple did not yet live in the same physical space together. The girl remained with her parents, the young man remained with his. At the point of the actual wedding celebration – the young woman would move into the house of her fiancé. But until then, the couple was considered to be married – bound by law and commitment, a union which could only be severed by official decree of divorce.

So when Matthew describes Mary as ‘pledged to be married to Joseph’ in one sentence and in the very next breath calls Joseph ‘her husband,’ he is not contradicting himself. Their commitment was complete, it was just not yet consummated. Which makes the fact that Mary is found to be pregnant more than a little bit troublesome. Because her ‘husband,’ Joseph – a simple man of trade, as the song put it –Joseph, a righteous man as Matthew describes him – Joseph knows that this baby growing inside Mary is not his. No way, no how. Joseph is a good, observant Jewish person. He knows the rules. He lives by the rules. He values, even cherishes the rules and views them as a source of life and power and order. He knows he has honored the rules about betrothed couples staying away from full physical intimacy before the official wedding night. And he knows that he has honored those rules. He does not know that about Mary. Joseph also knows that, if he chose to do so, he could have her publicly humiliated – even stoned – for adultery.

We learn something really important about Joseph right here: We learn that Joseph was a man of righteousness – yes – but he was not a stern moralizer nor a harsh judge. He knew that the ‘right’ thing, the legally obedient thing to do was to end his legal betrothal; but he also knew that he did not want to be vindictive, he did not want to be highhanded, he did not want to be proved righteous in a public forum of any kind. Our text implies that he gave a lot of thought to what to do next, that he very carefully considered his options – and then he did what any thoughtful, deliberate person would do – he decided to sleep on it.

And here’s where our story gets really interesting, isn’t it? And here is also where we connect this text for today to our year-long, self-designed lectionary preaching series on the Holy Spirit, most especially, this is where we connect to the short series-within-the series for Advent this year – looking at how God’s Spirit speaks to people through special messengers called angels. But of all the angel encounters we’re looking at this Advent, this one is unique. This one is different from the others – because in Joseph’s portion of the story of Christmas – he angel comes in a dream, not in person.

I really like that fact, I have to say! Because I’m with Don on this one – angels are not something I’m totally comfortable even thinking about, much less teaching or preaching about. So to look in depth at a story about a dream-angel was somehow easier for me. Because I believe that dreams are powerful psychological and spiritual events and that God can and does speak to us through them. Dreams are a gift of God that enable us to process things that are happening to us in our conscious lives while we’re unconscious, while we’re sleeping. So to spend time studying Joseph’s dream the past few weeks has been both a joy and a privilege.

And here’s what I really love about this dream: in it, God encourages Joseph to re-define what it means to be a righteous person. God invites Joseph to walk right through his fears, to look this strange and scary surprise squarely in the eyes and embrace it. The angel takes what Joseph thought to be bad news and tells him that not only is it NOT bad news, it is the best news he or anyone has ever heard.

For you see, the kingdom of God is breaking into history. The kingdom of God is pushing through that unseen barrier between time and eternity. The kingdom of God is, by God’s choice and God’s design, folding itself into the form of a tiny human life, silently growing within the willing, obedient body of a young, Jewish virgin named Mary. Mary, who is betrothed to a righteous and good man named Joseph, who just happens to be in the line of David, the greatest king in Israel’s history, the line through which the Messiah – the Anointed, the Chosen One will come to save Israel.

And Matthew has taken the first 17 verses of this opening chapter to lay that connection out really clearly. He lists a genealogy which traces Jesus’ human lineage back to Abraham. And along the way, he takes a few – 5 to be exact – surprising detours – by listing women in that family treeall of whom are of questionable moral character, at least according to the thinking of their neighbors. The fifth of those five is, as we have already noted, Mary, whose morals were questioned even by her betrothed husband.

And then, at verse 18, Matthew’s focus shifts to become much more specific about Joseph, the man who will raise Jesus as his own. We’ve only got 8 short verses here – not a whole lot of detail – but what we do have is pretty amazing. We’ve already discovered that Joseph was both righteous and merciful. We’ve seen that he was deeply thoughtful, reflective and deliberate in his decision making. Now we know that God had a very specific word for him – a word of comfort, hope and challenge.

The angel addresses Joseph with respect, using the title “son of David.” He goes right to the heart of the problem with the words, “Do not be afraid…” Because – let’s be honest here – isn’t fear so often the big ugly thing at the bottom of so much of what motivates us most of the time? Fear of what others will think of us. Fear of what God will think of us. Fear of what will happen if we go this way or that way. Fear of what will happen if we don’t go any way. Fear that we won’t measure up. Fear that if we give up our right to worry, we’ll ‘lose’ control over all those things we really don’t control anyhow! Fear that the surprise – whatever it may be in our own lives – will be too hard, too horrible, too painful, too overwhelming, too, too, too… too much or us to bear.

And the angel of the Lord speaks directly into that fear: “Do not be afraid to take Mary home as your wife.” There it is. Complete the deal, Joseph. Make it official. Let go of your fears, of your need to be the man in charge, your need to obey the rules you know… because…some of the rules you know are about to be tossed around like fruit salad. Some of the rules you live by are no longer pertinent. Some of the rules that form your own definition of yourself are slipping out of your hand, changing shape, taking on new colors and textures and interpretations and meanings. Why?

Because what is conceived in Mary is from the Holy Spirit, that’s why. Because life as you know it is changing in ways both subtle and dramatic, that’s why. Because a Holy God has stooped to hide within a human womb, that’s why. Because a mighty plan of salvation, and companionship and transformation is being set in motion…..and you, son of David, you are to be an integral part of that plan. You are to give this plan, this babe who will become a man – you are to give him his name –Yeshua – God saves! For “God saves” – Yeshua – JESUS – will save his people from their sins. Surprise!

And then the entire dream-angel message is set firmly within the context of fulfilled prophecy with those closing words taken from Isaiah 7 …. “they will call him Immanuel, which means ‘God with us.’” God saves. God with us. About as full and complete a picture of Jesus the Messiah as you can find in two names. The name he was called –Jesus. The name that describes who he is and what he came to do – Immanuel. The amazing, saving, incarnate God – fully human, fully divine.

And here’s the last little piece that we must not miss, we simply must not miss. The dream-angel is gone. And Joseph is no longer sleeping, but wide awake. And what we read, in simple and elegant words, is that Joseph did as he was told. He, like Mary in last week’s lesson, did exactly what the angel asked him to do. He immediately brought Mary home as his wife. He cared for her throughout the remainder of her pregnancy. And when she gave birth to that long-promised son, Joseph named him Jesus. And with that simple, obedient act, he gave Jesus not only is given name – but a family name –allowing the miraculously conceived son of Mary to have a full, legal, legitimate place in his first century Jewish home.

In a very real sense, that’s what you and I are asked to do as well, isn’t it? To name Jesus – to allow him full, legitimate access to all of who we are – to listen to the angel of the Lord as he spoke words of promise and hope to Joseph, and to listen as the Holy Spirit speaks those same words to us: Do not be afraid. Call his name Jesus. He shall save his people from their sins. He will be called Immanuel, which means, God with us. Surprise!

Let us pray:

Good and surprising God, who can take even the most difficult of surprises

and somehow work redemption through them,

hear our hearts this morning.

Prepare these hearts to receive you anew,

to name Jesus as savior and lord,

to savor the sweetness of the with-us-God,

who joins us in this vale of tears and says,

“Do not be afraid!”

As we gather round your table of life today,

hear our prayers of confession and contrition.

Remind us again of your gracious choice

to forgive us,

to walk with us,

to encourage us to live our lives in tune with the Holy Spirit,

the Spirit who gives us life with a capital “L,”

and who daily reminds us of your love and grace.

In Jesus’ name we pray.

Amen.

A PRAYER FOR THE SECOND SUNDAY IN ADVENT, 2009


Prayer offered after the singing of “A Strange Way to Save the World,”

written by Fred Hammond, Dave Clark, Mark Harris and Don Koch.
“A strange way to save the world,” indeed.

If we’re really honest with you and with ourselves, Lord God,
we don’t completely ‘get’ what you’ve done for us in the coming of Jesus.
We get pieces of the puzzle,
and we celebrate joyously what our limited imaginations can grasp.
But we, too, can easily join the chorus of,
“Why him?” “Why here?” “Why her?”
And I, for one (and probably many others in this room might join me in this)
I am very often one to second-guess what angels have to say!
I try, and fail, to wrap my mind around
the mystery of the incarnation,
the mystery of salvation,
the mystery of faith itself,
and I second-guess everything … a lot!
It sometimes seems like a highly visible,
high and mighty,
fully-grown military leader extraordinaire
might fill the bill as savior a whole lot better than
a red-faced,
squirming,
squalling
very needy, tiny baby
who makes his grand entrance on the scene
with no one but animals and shepherds and dirt-poor parents for company.
And when my second-guessing takes me down that particular road,
it’s time for me to stop,
to slow down,
to step back,
to breathe in and breathe out,
and be still.
Still enough to hear your voice of love through all the garbage in my head.
Still enough to allow your Holy Spirit to re-capture my imagination.
Still enough to remember that You are God and I am not.
To remember: that you always do things in unexpected ways,
that you continually confound those who are wise in their own eyes,
that you choose to make yourself visible in
the weak,
the lost,
the little,
the least;
that you are not in the business of taking over the world by force,
but rather you are in the business of wooing your human creatures
in ways that are subtle and strange,
surprising and mysterious.
And for that, we most humbly say, “Thank you.”
And for that, we most humbly ask, “Woo us, O Lord.”
For we’re here in this place today, God,
to say that we need a Savior,
we need a healer,
we need a companion on the way.
Many of us are dreading these days ahead –
we’re missing people from our family circle,
through illness or death or divorce;
we’re struggling with illness and pain ourselves;
we’re tired of the overhype and the overkill;
we’re broke and we’re frightened about the future;
we’re struggling to find our place in the world
and we don’t quite know where to put our feet next;
we’re facing into exams and papers due
and not enough time or energy to do any of it;
we’re facing the harsh reality of aging, failing bodies and we yearn for heaven;
we’re a mixed up, crazy bunch here, Lord.
And we truly don’t ‘get it’ a lot of the time.
But … and this is a huge word here…
BUT – we deeply desire to get YOU.
Through all the questions
and all the wrestling,
and all the sighing
and all the wondering,
we want you.
We want you to be – in us and through us –
the God who surprises people with grace.
We want you to be – in us and through us –
the God who welcomes the stranger with words of hope and peace.
We want you to be – in us and through us –
the God who comes to us as one of us,
tiny and squalling, poor and needy.
The one who cries tears of compassion over our lostness.
The one who heals our diseases and feeds our souls.
The one who lives a fully human life,
and dies a fully human death,
and who is resurrected by the power of Divine Spirit,
and who will come again to bring justice and mercy
where justice and mercy are due.
Even so, come, Lord Jesus!
Amen.

A Prayer for All Saints’ Sunday – November 2, 2008


Hallelujah, hallelujah, indeed –

“Eternal God, unchanging, mysterious and unknown.”
Today is a day when we can sense
those seraphim
circling round your throne more clearly than on most days.
Today is a day of rejoicing in life eternal,
in the transcendence of your presence
beyond what we can see and experience
within the limits of our space-time continuum.
Thank you that you are God beyond our ability to understand.
Thank you that you are God beyond our ability to articulate.
Thank you that you are God beyond us.
Today is also a day when we celebrate and remember
with love, affection and longing those of our number
who are no longer with us here inside the bounds of physical space and time.
Today is a day when we remember our limits
even as we celebrate your limitless love
and creative energy and imagination.
We are very much aware today, Lord,
that we have bodies that bear the marks of time,
bodies that eventually wear out
and are laid in the earth to await your resurrection day.
And yet…
And yet…
in some miraculous, mysterious way-
we also remember today
that the inhabitants of those bodies are –
in some way we cannot even begin to understand –
here with us, even in their absence.
It is a paradox too amazing for us,
yet we know it to be true.
For as we experience your presence with us today,
we also acknowledge the loving presence
of all those who have gone before us on this journey of faith.
And we thank you for the heritage that is ours
because of them.
We thank you for the richness of memory
and the reality of shared experience
and the gift of connections that stretch across the limits of time.
Strengthen our faith as we remember theirs.
Enrich our community with one another
because we share community with them.
Enliven our conversations
because we have been blessed to know them,
to read the words of so many others,
even across the centuries,
to somehow share in those lives already lived
even as we live ours today.
Continue to bless us as we live for you
on this side of the veil;
empower us to be salt and light in the here and now.
Remind us of those in our community who are even now grieving
those who are gone from us,
though present with you.
Help us to help each other as we walk our own journey
to the hereafter.
Grant us grace in the living of these days –
as our country faces into one of the most important elections
in our national history,
as we find our way through the current financial and healthcare crises,
as war is waged around the world.
Help us, Lord God, to keep looking up,
to set our sights higher,
to walk in the way of the saints gone before us,
to walk in the way of Jesus.
In whose name we pray today. Amen.

A Prayer for Anointing…..November 15, 2009


“Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,

prone to leave the God I love.
Here’s my heart, Lord,
take and seal it,
seal it for they courts above.”
Fall on me, Lord.

Fall on us.
How we long to say with the prophet Isaiah,
“The Spirit of the Lord is upon me,
because the Lord has anointed me…”
The Lord has chosen me –
has chosen us, even as Jesus himself was chosen –
to do such good work in the world:
to bring good news
to bind broken hearts
to speak freedom to those who are bound
to bring light to those who live in darkness
to say that the time of justice is now
to bring comfort to all those who mourn over what’s been done to them.
But so many people have lost so much, Lord,
that we know in and of ourselves – we ain’t got…
no good news
no miraculous salve
no gigantic, prison-opening key
no powerful lantern
no ability to bring fairness and order to a world
marred by inequity and chaos
no word of hope in a time of loss and loneliness.
Which is exactly why we hunger for an anointing, Lord God.
A touch, a mark, a physical reminder –
that we don’t have to rely
on what we’ve got in and of ourselves
to do your work,
thank God.
We need you.
We need you to touch us,
to mark us as your own,
to remind us, deep within, that your Holy Spirit can do
in and through us
what we cannot do on our own.
For you, Holy Spirit, are the only true source for the work
we are called, chosen, anointed to do.
So, we come to you today – weary, heavy-laden,
and we are bold to ask for an anointing, Lord.
A sign –
an inner certainty –
a centering calm –
a reassuring, internal nod of the head
that speaks to us of YOU,
and of your call on our lives to do your work.
Speak powerfully to us through your servant Don this morning.
Sing to us through your Word.
Breathe in us, O Breath of Life.
Breathe through us,
enlivening our hearts,
enriching our conversation,
loosening our wallets,
strengthening our weak hands and our feeble knees,
calling us to our best selves,
urging us to do your good work,
loving us into conformity to your will,
molding us into disciples of Jesus in
every corner of our lives,
every minute of our days,
taking every thought captive
so that we might become
people who “restore the places long devastated,”
people who “renew those who are ruined,”
people who not only preach the good news,
but are the good news in a world that needs such news
more than it even knows.
For Jesus’ sake we pray. Amen.

Prayer for the 1st Sunday in Advent…


Funny thing, Lord – it doesn’t quite feel like New Year’s.

But that’s where we find ourselves today, isn’t it?

The first Sunday in Advent – the very beginning of

the church calendar.

Starting over.

Looking back at the beginning again.

Yet also looking forward,

even leaning forward,

with anticipation and expectation and hope.

That’s what Advent is for us, Lord, and we’re so grateful for it.

And for the promise this season brings –

the promise of good things still to come,

the promise of the manger,

the promise of you – visiting us in some new way,

coming to us with your arms wide open,

ready to meet us, right where we live.

But… I have to admit that it’s sometimes tough to slide into the spirit

of this wonderful season when it comes

so close on the heels of the holiday just past –

we’re still full from all the feasting,

we’re still dizzy from all the football,

we’re still dealing with the aftermath of family

gatherings and conversations –

some of which were wonderful and refreshing;

some of which were exhausting and complicated.

So. Today – this morning – right now –

as we sit here with our heads bowed and our spirits quiet,

remind us again of why we ‘do’ Advent here.

Tell us the old, old story,

and open our hearts to hear it anew.

Whisper to us of starry nights,

and shepherds,

and wise men coming from faraway places.

Sing to us – and teach us to sing to one another – about

crowded inns,

and strange dreams,

and, O Lord, remind us about the angels!

Your special envoys, messengers come to tell us Big News,

Good News.

Help us to hear what the angels have to say –

what they have to say, certainly, to the lead players in the Christmas story of long ago Bethlehem –

and what they have to say to us,

today, right here, right now.

Bless and encourage our pastor Don as he brings us your word of hope this 1st Sunday in Advent.

For that is our primary prayer this morning, Lord:

hope –

building that hope on the sure foundation of your word,

living that hope in the nitty-gritty of every day

decision making,

and relationship building,

and kid-tending,

and school assignments,

and jobs;

and sharing that hope in the hard places of our lives,

offering it to those who seem to have little of it.

So, Lord God, as we take in

the scent of this beautiful tree

and enjoy the beauty of our first lit candle,

and as we begin to move ourselves,

both literally and figuratively,

from the colors of autumn to the colors of Christmas,

call us again to hope,

hope in you.

Take the gifts we’ve brought today and multiply

them in the miraculous way that only you can do.

Build your kingdom in this world, Lord,

and use us and our gifts to help do that!

And build your kingdom in us –

heal our diseases,

bind up our broken hearts,

forgive our sins,

transform our very beings so that we might

look more and more like Jesus,

who is – as trite as it sounds! – the reason for the season,

and in whose name we pray today,

Amen.

Trolley Cars, FLOWERS, and Great Food…


Do you prefer your blooms beautiful now? Or in the future? Like things looking gorgeous year-round? Well, might I advise a trip to the Amsterdam flower market (aptly called Bloemenmarkt). Such fun! A whole string of permanently temporary, medal-sided, over-sized sheds lines one side of Singelgracht (for ‘gracht,’ read canal) near one of the city’s main hang-out areas – Spui (pronounced ‘spow’ – who knew??). We first saw this lovely market from our canal boat tour two days ago and determined to make it back there on foot. Actually, we took a number of different trolleys to get around town today. Rode the #13 back to the Dam Square (largest one in city), got on the #5 headed out to the Rijksmuseum, where we spent about two hours in the very truncated viewing area while most of the museum undergoes extensive renovation. Thoroughly enjoyed several Rembrandt masters, several of his students and contemporaries, including a Vermeer I love – the woman reading the letter in the light of a nearby window. Lovely, lovely things of beauty which provide remarkable insight into a people and time long gone. Wish they’d had more of those wonderful, large cushion/benches that allow lingering looks and observations. Lots of people to move through, lots of paintings just a little too closely spaced together to do much reflecting, but still wonderful to see.

Then we got back on the #5 trolley/tram and took it back to Spui for the flower market experience you see pictured here. As I looked at the spread of bulbs below (and there were several stalls specializing in bulbs rather than blooming plants), I couldn’t help thinking….what if some impish person came along and just sort of casually started mixing things up – who would know? And the gardener thinking s/he had purchased the makings of a wonderful pink and lavender bulb bed might be surprised to find orange and green showing up next spring. Hmm….

As has been our pattern for each of the last 3 days, we returned to our dingy, damp apt. and flung ourselves down on bed and couch for a 2-3 hour nap! I must have been sleep-deprived for a very long time, because I am sleeping a ton, especially in the afternoons! Then we followed our feet this time to a highly recommended dining experience from our ‘friend,’ Rick Steves. He did not disappoint. The Cafe Restaurant de Reiger, pictured below in the soft 8:00 p.m. light. Dick had the special salad with smoked salmon. I had the zucchini/chicken soup – we both LOVED our opening selections. Then he had a lamb shank special and I ordered the vegetarian dish, which was described to us as a souffle of several cheeses, but was, in real life not quite that. Whatever it was, I loved it and enjoyed every bite. Then we meandered back to our last night in this strange home of ours and began to pack up for delivery to the Viking Spirit tomorrow at 1:00 p.m. More later…

Arriving in Amsterdam…

After a rather tense two weeks, we left home for a long-planned (and paid for!) 45th anniversary trip to Europe. (Well, it’s a year early – but we were never very good at counting. :>) We rented an apartment, sight unseen, alongside the lovely canal above, planning to stay 4 nights and then board a Viking river cruise ship on Sunday afternoon for a 2 week voyage up the rivers of Central Europe to Budapest. Why the tension? Dick’s mom took a very bad fall on the 26th of August, hitting her head hard and suffering lingering after effects, including inter-cranial bleeding, dizziness, confusion, volatile blood pressure and an erratic heartbeat. She now seems relatively stable, so we kept our original plans in play and flew out of LAX on Tuesday evening, the 8th of September.

We got bumped to business class by our booking company due to some badly managed seating arrangements – much to our delight and refreshment. This is the first time I have ever actually slept more than about 20 minutes on any flight of any kind, ever. The seat reclined almost fully and the food was almost too good. We arrived in Amsterdam at about 1:00 p.m. the next day and were met by a driver we had arranged for with the limo service we used at home – which was a great idea. Even though public transport in this city is excellent, trying to maneuver streets and canals and side streets and side canals when you don’t speak the language is a major challenge, especially when faced with jetlag and general exhaustion from just trying to get outta town!
The apartment? Well…we’ve had better luck with other internet finds. It’s on the dingy side, smells of the damp and is very long, narrow and dark. BUT it’s got a small kitchen, a bed that’s moderately comfy and it sure feels good to come back to after a long day hiking around a new city.
We’ve had 2 full days here now – been to Anne Frank’s home, Westerkirk, the Dam Square, took a one hour canal boat tour, rode the tram home (think trolley car, very modern – only we missed our stop and had to walk about as far as we might have if we’d skipped the dang thing entirely). Today we took the train to Haarlem, toured the Church of St. Bevo on the lovely city square and went through Corrie ten Boom’s home. Each day we’ve enjoyed lunch at an outdoor cafe and dinner at a different neighborhood restaurant near our apt. in the Jordaan neighborhood. Tomorrow, we head to the the Rijksmuseum, then Sunday we board our boat and the next morning, they take us on another canal tour and a trip to the Van Gogh museum. That night, we sail to Cologne and begin our river adventures! Looking forward to it all!

Table Prayer


For Communion Sunday this month, we are moving our ‘Prayer of Intercession and Dedication,’ which usually follows the offering, to our time around the table itself.

“All who are thirsty, all who are weak, come to the fountain.
Dip your heart in the stream of life…”
Today, Lord, we come to the fountain,
to this table,
so that the pain and the sorrow of this past week can be
“wash’d away in the waves of your mercy.”
And we sing: “Come, Lord Jesus, come.
Come, Holy Spirit, come.”
We know that we’ve said and done things this past week
that have caused pain and sorrow,
for others and for ourselves.
And we recognize today that, before we can say another word,
we need to say this word:
“We are so sorry.”
Hear, O Lord, our prayers of confession and contrition
as we offer them silently to you now:
— Silence —
We thank you that your word to us is love,
your word is
forgiveness,
pardon,
encouragement to do better tomorrow,
to take our newly washed and cleansed selves and,
empowered by your Holy Spirit at work within us,
go back to our homes,
our jobs,
our friends,
our family,
our neighbor
and to give gentle witness to what happens in us
and through us
because of your loving forgiveness and acceptance.
And so we pause now to say, “Thank you!”
for this, and for so many good and lovely things in our lives
and in our world.
In this time of silence,
hear the thankful prayers of our hearts as we offer them to you.
— Silence —
Lord God, we are your free and forgiven children,
we are your thankful children,
and we are also your broken and worried children,
fully aware of our own needs
and the needs of others in our community.
We remember Bryan Anderson and his family today,
in the loss of his dad this past week.
Will you bring healing, peace and hope in the midst of
this pain, this pain of grief and loss?
We remember Kathryn Trautwein today,
still suffering the after-effects of a serious head injury
sustained in a fall two weeks ago and aggravated
by a second fall just days ago.
In your good and perfect plan, will you bring whatever healing is needed?
We remember all of the students in our midst
who are beginning again –
studying hard, trying to find new friends,
figuring out how to live life well while keeping all the plates spinning evenly.
Be very near to them, O Lord, whispering your words of hope and love
as they move through their days.
We remember the teachers in our community, as well.
They, too, are beginning again,
taking up the load of guiding, informing, counseling, grading,
meeting the expectations of students and parents and administrators.
Encourage them, Holy Spirit. Remind them of the deep and lasting difference
they can make in this world.
And so we pray also for parents today, Lord.
For wisdom and patience and the ability to see
and appreciate
the wonder that is their child.
You give us no richer gifts than these children of ours –
may we see them as such,
even when they exhaust and frustrate us,
even when they mystify and puzzle us.
Each of us in this room is holding in our hearts
some worry or concern that we need to bring to you today.
It may be something deeply personal,
it may be something public and political,
all of it is welcome in your presence.
So, dear Holy Spirit, come and remind us,
pray in us,
so that we might,
in this silent space, offer these cares to you.
Lord, hear our prayer.
— Silence —
So, now, O Lord, we are ready.
We are ready to meet you in the bread and in the cup.
We are ready to share in this holy meal with you,
and with one another.
Set aside these simple table gifts for
sacred and transforming purposes.
We pray this, and all these things,
in the name of the Father,
and of the Son,
and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Summer on the Mount: Jesus tells it like it is – Prayer


Matthew 6:5-15, Preached at Montecito Covenant Church – By Diana R.G. Trautwein

July 19, 2009

I had a conversation with a friend this week, a friend who happens to be a psychologist with a very full patient load. I told her that I was going to be preaching on prayer this week, specifically on the Lord’s Prayer, and she said to me: “Oh, Diana. I am so glad to hear this. I don’t think there is any more important topic today than prayer. I am seeing so many people in my practice who are confused, stymied, stuck, sort of on information-overload, spending more and more time Twittering, posting on Facebook, checking their emails, surfing the net for everything under the sun, up to and including relationships, that they have no room left to discover and nurture some sense of an ‘inside self,’ an interior space, where they can sit in quiet and discover who they are and who God is.”

Wow. That hit a nerve with me – to be reminded that we are part of a rapidly changing techno-culture that has us dealing with so many words, so many images, so many voices – coming from so many different directions, that our minds are quite literally bombarded and our fingers are swollen to the size of sausages with the amount of texting and typing we’re engaged in on a daily basis. Even those of us without computers (and there are very few who fall into that category any more!) feel the impact of the new technologies we live with today. From the man pacing up and down in the public parking garage yesterday, speaking in a raised voice to no one in particular, until I saw the Bluetooth device in one ear and realized he was on the phone; to the student text-messaging his girlfriend while listening to a classical music concert; to the grandmother (and that would be me!) commenting on her children’s and grandchildren’s blogsite, written while they are visiting countries half a world away – this growing ability to be in constant contact via the world wide web has infiltrated every layer of life. Now don’t get me wrong – a lot of the time – in fact, most of the time, I am a huge fan of all this stuff. I appreciate being able to carry a phone with me. I’ve enjoyed contacts made with old friends and new via Facebook. I love being able to reach someone I love in an instant. I relish having a veritable encyclopedia of information available to me at the click of a button. I do, I really do.

BUT, my friend’s comments drew me back to the scripture before us this morning with a new urgency, and a renewed hunger for fewer words, but deeper ones, for slower points of contact, but richer ones, for a bit of a breather from the incessant and invasive nature of our post-modern, cyber-kinetic age. So, with that idea in mind, please hear the word of the Lord, as it is written in the gospel of Matthew, chapter 6, verses 5-15:

5 “And when you pray, do not be like the hypocrites, for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and on the street corners to be seen by others. Truly I tell you, they have received their reward in full. 6 But when you pray, go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father, who is unseen. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you. 7 And when you pray, do not keep on babbling like pagans, for they think they will be heard because of their many words. 8 Do not be like them, for your Father knows what you need before you ask him. 9 “This, then, is how you should pray: 


” ‘Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name,

10 your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.

11 Give us today our daily bread.

12 And forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors.

13 And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one.

For if you forgive others when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. 15 But if you do not forgive others their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins.

This is God’s word for us this day.

We are looking today at the second of 3 sections in the middle of the three chapters that make up this long sermon of Jesus’ which we’ve been studying all summer – the Sermon on the Mount, which deals with the very center of our faith and practice as Christians. And the first thing I want you to note about this teaching is how very Jewish it is. For in this chunk of the sermon, Jesus draws from his own heritage as a devout Jewish man and infuses that heritage with his own particular slant, his own unique interpretation. In the opening 18 verses of chapter 6, Jesus examines the three basic elements of Jewish piety, the three pillars, the foundation of Jewish belief and practice – almsgiving (which Don dealt with last week), prayer (which we’re looking at today) and fasting (which Don will lead us through next Sunday) – a 3-fold list well-known to every faithful Jewish person in his audience. And he begins his teaching on each of the three with a negative – don’t do it this way – and then he follows up with a positive – do do it this way. Each of the three begins with the same warning: don’t be like the hypocrites – those who act the part of a righteous person. Don’t do these foundational things so that other people can see you and applaud you for your religious perfection. No. Do them quietly, in secret, so that you know and God knows that you’re doing them for the right reasons.

In the teaching before us today, Jesus does a couple of things differently from the other two: first, he adds a second negative warning; and second, he includes an example of what a positive prayer should look like. So, there is the usual negative warning – don’t be like the hypocrites, who pray for others to see, followed by the usual positive admonition – do go into a quiet, hidden place and pray for God to see. And then he adds this second negative: don’t be like the pagans, whose ‘prayers’ sound like babbling – too many words, too many repeated sounds, too little faith that God already knows what is needed before the prayer is offered. And it is in response to this warning against too many words – too much babbling – that Jesus goes on to say: “This, then, is how you should pray,” and we find the prayer before us this morning.

Pretty cool, huh? Don’t you wish that for every time in your life you’ve been told how NOT to do something, you would also be given an example of just how TO do it? Jesus does not disappoint! He gives those who listen to him a great gift – a sample, a model, a pattern for real, meaningful, honest and true prayer. Prayer that leads the disciple down the path of true righteousness, which is the goal of each of the three pillars of Judaism. Prayer that encourages the right ordering of priorities, prayer that allows for the recognition of our needs as dependent human creatures, prayer that doesn’t shy away from the real-world environment in which we live – this wild and wonderful but sometimes dark and dangerous place where we are planted as signposts of the kingdom of God.

I’ve given you a handout this morning, something we rarely do here at MCC, in which I’ve attempted to outline this important set of 11 verses of scripture. It’s a two-sided insert and that’s a helpful tactile and visual image for the two sections of this short, but powerful prayer. I have deliberately written it out as we find it in our text for today, the text found in our pew Bibles, to be exact – and not quite as we just prayed it with the kids a few minutes ago. And I’ve done that for one very particular reason and that is this: most of us are so very familiar with this prayer – whether or not we’re entirely sure if it’s “debts,” “trespasses,” or “sins” – that we too often rattle it off by rote memory and don’t think about it a whole lot. And that is truly sad, and in many ways, antithetical to Jesus’ intent in giving it to us in the first place. I think perhaps what we have called “the Lord’s Prayer” has too often become a prime example of babbling – the very thing Jesus warned us against. Hopefully, spending just a few minutes today looking at this prayer in a slightly different wording and format will help us move away from babbling and toward prayer.

An important first note: these words, as they are recorded for us in Matthew’s gospel, are meant to provide an outline, a pattern, a design rather than a set of words to be repeated verbatim week after week. (And let me just pause for a moment here and immediately say that there is nothing wrong with doing just that – repeating this prayer, from memory, as many times in a day or a week or a worship service as it is helpful and true to do so. It is a beautiful and remarkable prayer and it is worth knowing and saying – as long as that saying comes from the heart as well as the memory.) But what I want to offer to you this morning is a different angle, perhaps a new way of praying this prayer that moves away from ritual toward personal devotional experience. And to do that, I want to offer just a few observations about the prayer as a whole and the prayer in its parts. Please bear in mind that entire books and series of multiple sermons have been written and preached on these words, so our look this morning will be cursory at best.

Notice first that what Jesus says here is not “Here, then, is ‘what’ you should pray. What he says is, “Here, then is ‘how’ you should pray,” giving us a short, simple guideline for conversing with God every day. And he borrows ideas and even phrases here and there from the prayers that all of his listeners were familiar with – the Hebrew Kaddish, which was the closing prayer in the weekly synagogue service, and the 18 Benedictions, which were to be prayed 3 times a day, at sunrise, noonday and sunset. But Jesus puts them together uniquely and he condenses them a lot. The front side of your handout includes each of the phrases from the first section of the prayer – the things Jesus encourages us to say to God about God. What Jesus says to us here, with this format for our prayers, is this: begin by remembering to whom you are speaking.

God is Father – one of the loveliest names for God in all of scripture, and one that Jesus used frequently. But here are two things to note right away – first, God is not just my father – he is our father. Everywhere in the entire prayer, as a matter of fact, where the first person is used, it is used in the plural, not the singular. With each and every usage, we are reminded that we are in relationship with one another, as well as with God. As one of my pastors long ago used to say, and I’m sure you’ve all heard it: “There are no Lone Ranger Christians.” We are always part of a body, a community, a family, with the Triune God as head, as Father of us all.

And the second thing to notice about this opening line is that our Father, who is personal and close at hand, is also Other – different, distinct, HOLY. God is our heavenly father. And God’s name – which is the same thing as saying God’s character, God’s being – is to be held as sacred, set apart, hallowed, holy. So – God is Father, God is our Father, God is holy.

And it is a wonder to me that we can ever rattle off the next three lines – your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. If you wanted to draw the marrow, the meat, the center, out of this prayer, I think these 3 phrases would be it: The Lord’s prayer is a kingdom prayer, a prayer of recognition of and submission to God’s kingdom will, which was ushered in with the work of Jesus and which will ultimately be fulfilled at the end of time. The more I reflect on that powerful truth, the more awestruck I am, the more moved to fear and trembling. Do we really understand what we are saying, what we are asking, when we pray these words?

Because they remind me of the other time we hear words like these from the lips of Jesus – in that garden in Gethsemane, remember? “Not my will, but yours be done…” as he awaited certain torture and death. Even there, even then, Jesus recognized the sovereignty of God the Father, the overarching goodness of God’s plan, despite the pain involved in bringing it to pass. These are not ‘white-flag,’ throw-your-hands-in-the-air kind of words. These are words of adoration, recognition and willing participation in the rule and will of God for creation, no matter the cost to us personally. And that is the through-line for this entire prayer, for Jesus’ entire ministry, for the life and work of the church, for the ultimate fulfillment and satisfaction of each and every one of us: Your kingdom come. Your will be done

Big stuff, big vision, ultimate reality.

Now turn that sheet over and be reminded of how gracious this Kingdom God of ours truly is. For here is where we find the closest thing we’re going to find in this prayer to a ‘list.’ This is where we talk to God about ourselves. Four requests – daily bread, forgiveness of sin, avoidance of temptation or testing, protection from the evil one. Jesus does not forget that we are but dust and ashes, that as creatures whose frame he well knows, we are dependent on our God for life, for sustenance, for spiritual and emotional health, and for the strength and ability to follow the way of righteous living to which we are called.

Although there is a ton of stuff that could be said about these closing words, (and as far as the scripture itself is concerned, these are the closing words of the Lord’s Prayer – the ones that we close with each time we say it were added very early in the church’s history, they come from the Old Testament, and they are quite appropriate for our corporate use in worship), but of these textual closing words, I want to comment on just one line – as it is a line which Jesus chooses to repeat in a slightly different form in the closing verses of today’s passage.

In both places, Jesus speaks quite strongly of the power of forgiveness. And he makes very clear that the true power of the forgiveness we receive from God our Father will be evidenced in our lives by our willingness and ability to forgive others. This is not a you-do-this-and-then-God-will-do-that kind of statement. It is a cause-and-effect statement, but in this way only: if you have ever truly experienced, to the depths of your soul and the soles of your feet, the remarkable and generous gift of grace which comes from God’s forgiveness of your many sins and frailties – if you’ve ‘gotten’ that real good – then the necessary and natural overflow of that experience has to show up in the way you treat other people who have ‘done you wrong.’ And if you’re carrying around a grudge, a reservoir of hurt feelings, a resistance to letting grace flow through you to the one who has hurt you, then there is no real way that you can experience God’s forgiveness in the way that forgiveness is designed to be experienced.

Fifty words, give or take a few. Fifty words. Far from babbling, far from repetitive, far from trying to manipulate God with lots of noise. Fifty words, that if used as a template for our prayer life can simplify and personalize the entire experience. Try taking one phrase each day and living with that throughout your day – reflecting on its meaning with all that do, all whom you meet. Or try using this sheet, with its blank spaces between phrases, to write your own words underneath each one. Or use the phrases of this prayer as a means of centering and quieting yourself. Sit in a private place, in a relaxed posture – without your cell phone, or your blackberry, or your laptop anywhere nearby – and softly say a phrase with each breath in and each breath out. See if that doesn’t help you discover and nurture some sense of an ‘inside self,’ an interior space, where you can sit in quiet and discover who you are and who God is.

Will you pray with me, please?

Eternal God, our Father, may we hold your name holy this day.

Help us, teach us, to pray for the coming of your kingdom,

in our lives, in our homes, in our families, in our world.

Let your will be done in us, through us. Your perfect will –

as it is done in heaven, so here as well.

You know our needs already,

but we are bold to ask that you would give us

what we need each day to be fruitful, faithful people of yours.

Enough bread of all kinds –

bread to eat, bread to nourish us spiritually,

bread to remind us of the future Great Banquet when your will rules all.

And open us to the power of your forgiveness that we, in turn, might offer

that grace, that loving acceptance, to those who hurt us.

We pray today for deliverance from all that would tempt us away from your perfect will,

and for protection from the fiery darts of evil that would keep us from following you well.

We give you praise for all of life and gladly acknowledge that

yours is the kingdom,

yours is the power,

yours is the glory.

Amen.