Musings

Hi Friends,

Well, I have been looking forward to this sermon topic… all about David and Bathsheba; I keep hearing that second verse from Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah”:

Your faith was strong but you needed proof,
You saw her bathing on the roof,
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you.
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah.

We’ll see where the Spirit leads us.

And, this Sunday we are celebrating the Baptisms of Nicholas, Scarlett, and Elliott … and that will be exciting!

In addition, we will also be commissioning the folk who will be heading off to Guatemala on Monday the 20th.

We will be having some wonderful music offered by violinist Larisa Lebeda, as well as the gifts of our Vocal Ensemble.

And remember, right after worship, we are having a short Congregational Meeting, to hear the recommendations of the Search Committee: they are bringing forward a name for the half-time Ministry position of Adult Formation and Education; and they will also have a recommendation that we hire a quarter time person for Adult Programming… an exciting time in the growth of our congregation.

GLEANINGS:  A friend recently sent me this excerpt from The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd; it’s something worth sharing!!  What follows is a conversation between two of the main characters, Lily and August, after the death of August’s beloved sister May….

We walked to the woods beside the pink house with her stories still pulled soft around our shoulders.  I could feel them touching me in places, like an actual                     shawl.

“There is one thing I don’t get,” I said.

“What’s that?”

“How come if your favourite colour is blue, you painted your house so pink?”

She laughed.  “That was May’s doing.  She was with me the day I went to the paint store to pick out the colour.  I had a nice tan colour in mind, but May latched             on to this sample called Caribbean Pink.  She said it made her feel like dancing a Spanish flamenco.  I thought, ‘Well, this is the tackiest colour I’ve ever                     seen, and we’ll have half the town talking about us, but if it can lift May’s heart like that, I guess she ought to live inside it.’”

“All this time I just figured you liked pink,” I said.

She laughed again.  “You know, some things don’t matter that much, Lily.  LIke the colour of a house.  How big is that in the overall scheme of life?  But lifting a             person’s heart — now, that matters.  The whole problem with people is –”

“They don’t know what matters and what doesn’t,” I said, filling in her sentence and feeling proud of myself for doing so.

“I was going to say, the problem is they know what matters, but they don’t choose it.  You know how hard that is, Lily?  I love May, but it was still so hard to                     choose Caribeean Pink.  The hardest thing on earth is choosing what matters.”

Please click on the link below in order to access the Announcements and the Bulletin for this coming Sunday, July 18^th.

http://www.standrewswesleychurch.bc.ca/announcements.pdf

http://www.standrewswesleychurch.bc.ca/bulletin.pdf

Hi Friends,,

Well, summer is fully upon us… I know some of the David stories of the
past two weeks have been “heavy”– fighting the Goliaths of the world;
offering tears when loved ones die. Well, this week, same series, but with
a focus on dancing, and the sheer ecstasy of relationship with the Holy, as
we explore the notion that “the body is your soul’s address.” (a phrase from
theologian Barbara Brown Taylor)

David Sinclair will be a musical guest this Sunday… you might remember his
acoustic guitar solo during Communion in May… the Celtic “Skye Boat Song”;
he’ll be playing that again during the lighting of the Christ Candle this
Sunday. And then we’ll hear from the Vocal Ensemble before the Scripture
readings, with David again playing during the Offering … great music as
always.

GLEANINGS … not on topic; not really even seasonal… but something
beautiful from the June 30th edition of the magazine, “The Christian
Century” (used by permission):

Strewn…. by Barbara Crooker

It’s been a long winter, rags of snow hanging on; then, at the end

of April, an icy nor’easter, powerful as a hurricane. But now I’ve landed

on the coast of Maine, visiting a friend who lives two blocks from the
ocean,

and I can’t believe my luck, out this mild morning, race-walking along the
strand.

Every dog within fifty miles is off-leash, running for the sheer dopey joy
of it.

No one’s in the water, but walkers and shellers leave their tracks on the
hardpack.

The flat sand shines as if varnished in a painting. Underfoot, strewn, are
broken

bits and pieces, deep indigo mussels, whorls of whelk, chips of purple

and white wampum, hinges of quahog, fragments of flat gray sand dollars.

Nothing whole, everything broken, washed up here, stranded.

Light pours down, a rinse of lemon on a cold plate

of oysters. All of us, broken, some way or other. All of us

dazzling in the brilliant slanting light.

Please click on the link below in order to access the Announcements and the
Bulletin for this coming Sunday, July 5th.

http://www.standrewswesleychurch.bc.ca/announcements.pdf

http://www.standrewswesleychurch.bc.ca/bulletin.pdf

Hi Friends,

We are delighted to welcome the Children’s Touring Concert Choir to our worship this Sunday — an acclaimed ensemble of dedicated young people from many cultural heritages, ages 8-15. This Vancouver choir performs many times during the year for community and corporate events, local and international conferences and at many festivals.They will be doing a couple of anthems during the service, but in order to hear more of their repertoire, we are replacing our usual Hymn Sing with a choral “Prelude” that starts at 10:20.

We continue with our series on David — this week the focus will be on David’s lament for the death of King Saul and his son Jonathan (II Samuel 1:1-27) — “A Time for Tears” is the title of the sermon.

And then, right after a short coffee time, we head off to Nelson Park (Nelson and Thurlow) for our CHURCH FAMILY PICNIC — everyone is invited; just bring a chair or a blanket and something to share (e.g., finger foods like veggies, fruit, pretzels, cookies, etc.). We will have pizzas, juice and frozen treats for folks by donation. There will be Face Painting, a Bubble Station, Parachute Fun and some good old fashioned visiting! See you there!!

GLEANINGS… a prose poem by a fine Celtic writer, John O’Donohue, from his last work, To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings; entitled “Grief”

When you lose someone you love, your life becomes strange, the ground beneath you gets frgaile, your thoughts make your eyes unsure; and some dead echo drags your voice down where words have no confidence.

Your heart has grown heavy with loss; and though this loss has wounded others too, no one knows what has been taken from you when the silence of absence deepens.

Flickers of guilt kindle regret for all that was left unsaid or undone.

There are days when you wake up happy; again inside the fullness of life, until the moment breaks and you are thrown back onto the black tide of loss.

Days when you have your heart back, you are able to function well until in the middle of work or encounter, suddenly with no warning, you are ambushed by grief.

It becomes hard to trust yourself. All you can depend on now is that sorrow will remain faithful to itself. More than you, it knows its way and will find the right time to pull and pull the rope of grief until that coiled hill of tears has reduced to its last drop.

Gradually, you will learn acquaintance with the invisible form of your departed; and when the work of grief is done, the wound of loss will heal and you will have learned to wean your eyes from that gap in the air and be able to enter the hearth in your soul where your loved one has awaited your return all the time.