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thanksgiving_pumpkin_600x400(a  sermon for November 20, 2016, the Last Sunday after Pentecost and Thanksgiving Sunday, based on Deuteronomy 26:1-11 and James 1:17-27)

Well, all I’ve got to say is… finally!  At long last it’s almost Thanksgiving Day; and man, do we ever need it now!

Honestly, what with all the turmoil surrounding the recent elections (to say nothing of the months and months of division and rancor that led up to it all!), if ever there was a year that we desperately needed this particular holiday, it’s certainly been this one!   I mean, no matter where you come down on what’s happened, these days have been, to say the very least, stressful and overwhelming; and that doesn’t yet seem to be getting a whole lot better!  I’m cognizant that these days even our worship has had a certain intensity about it; in which our songs and prayers has taken on a slightly different tone than perhaps they have before, especially given the context of everything that’s been going on.  And that’s not only appropriate, it’s good that our worship can encompass all of this and more; it just seems to me that right about now as persons, as people and as a nation we would all do very well to simply stop what we’re doing, take a collective breath, pause and reflect for a time on the amazing bounty of our blessings, and yes… sit down and eat some turkey!

If I might borrow a line from a song of the season, albeit one for the next season that’s coming: “Yes, we need a little thanksgiving… right this very minute!”

Now, you already know that I love Thanksgiving just by virtue of what’s on the menu (!), but actually, I do have to say that I also love this holiday because of the relative simplicity of it.  I love what the Rev. Victor Pentz, the recently retired pastor at Peachtree Presbyterian in Atlanta (and a favorite preacher of mine), has written about Thanksgiving: he says that “this holiday is busy and full, yet you don’t have to refinance your home to celebrate Thanksgiving.  All you have to do is let your children watch parades in the morning while you watch football all afternoon, and pretend everyone likes turkey.”  (Pretend?  I think not!) “Thanksgiving,” Pentz goes on to say, “is about simple things.  It is about country and family [and being together], and it’s about sunshine and soil combining to produce the miracle of life.”

And, might I add here, it’s also about making a joyful noise.  Because friends, whether it happens at a great feast surrounded by all manner of family and friends, or if it’s shared quietly around a table with just a loved one or two, Thanksgiving celebrations are moments designed to take time out of our regular daily routine: so that we might truly rejoice in the One who has given us our life, our health, our food, who has provided the bounty of the harvest and the blessings of freedom, and who has generously and gracefully gifted us “with every perfect gift… from above.”  Thanksgiving is our time “to bring a heart of thanks” to the God whom we adore; it is to say “thank you” and to say it aloud; it is to again acknowledge and affirm God’s many blessings in our lives and in our nation, both in times of joy as well as in those of challenge; and yes, it is our time to worship the Lord our God with joyful praise, perchance in the process reconnecting with who we are and have always been in relationship to God:  pilgrims… pilgrims on a journey of life and faith.

And if you’re thinking that’s an awful lot to fit into a word or two spoken around the table before the food gets cold… you’re right.  But then, Thanksgiving – true Thanksgiving – is meant to be more than a table grace or an exercise in good manners; and ultimately, it’s more than a national observance, or even the fulfillment of religious ritual or obligation.  In faith, you see, Thanksgiving is to be about true gratitude; and gratitude, properly shown or expressed, is an admonition to heartfelt action.  It is to proclaim, by word and deed, belief and behavior our full and sincere thanks to God!

In other words, to use the words of James that are found in our Epistle for this morning, our true Thanksgiving is for us to become by our very lives “a kind of first fruits of [God’s] creatures,” a real and sacrificial gift of ourselves as a means of gratitude.  This is the simple truth that lay at the heart of all our celebrating this week, and the reason it’s so very important and essential for us, especially now – it’s the “reason for the season,” as it were – but here’s the thing: the sad truth is that for all our focus on the rituals of turkey feasting, family reunions and the inevitable “Black Friday” preparations, we’ve risked forgetting all that.

Some years ago now, in preparation for a service much like this one, I came across a commentary on Thanksgiving Sunday written by an American missionary doing ministry in Managua, Nicaragua.  Actually, I use the term “commentary” kind of loosely; in truth, what this man had written was a no holds barred rant on the sorry state of the world, most especially regarding the deplorable self-centeredness of Americans. The man wrote, with no small amount of anger and bitterness, this long diatribe about just how overfed we are in this country; about our “privileged consumption” of fossil fuels; and how  abhorrent it was that “most of the world’s fun and leisure,” medical attention and the majority of the world’s “fancy pharmaceuticals” belong to such a privileged few; all of which stands in utter contrast to what you see amongst the poor in places like Nicaragua and throughout the world.

It was heavy and disturbing stuff, and not at all warm and fuzzy (!) for the Sunday before Thanksgiving; but it was also wasn’t entirely wrong, and more than a little humbling; and so with great trepidation I decided to share some of this man’s thoughts, albeit a bit softened for Sunday morning consumption, with the congregation that week.  Now, I was prepared for some of the folks in the pews to not like what this man (and by extension, I) had to say, especially so close to “Turkey Day;” and indeed, there were a whole lot who didn’t.  But what surprised me were the few who suggested that maybe I hadn’t gone far enough!  After all, as one person said to me afterward, “How can we fully appreciate our abundance if we do not know not first know and understand deprivation?”  To paraphrase (courtesy of The Message) James, “Real religion,” and, might I add, true Thanksgiving, “the kind that passes muster before God the Father, is this: Reach out to the homeless and loveless in their plight, and guard against corruption from the godless world.”

The truth is that there is great biblical precedent for this kind of thinking: did you happen to notice, for instance, in this morning’s reading from Deuteronomy that there’s a real sense of movement in that particular passage? This is one piece of scripture that smoothly moves us from remembrance to thanksgiving to action to pilgrimage; those 11 verses literally take us somewhere.  The whole thing is framed by a ritual of gratitude performed by the ancestor of “a wandering Aramean” who “went down to Egypt and lived there an alien” and as a slave; and then who was brought out of Egypt by God “with a mighty hand and an outstretched arm, with a terrifying display of power and with signs and wonders;” and brought to a land “flowing with milk and honey.”

What we have here is the remembrance of the deprivation and desolation that came before, along with thanksgiving for the incredible blessing and care of the LORD that has come in the here and now now; because you can’t know where you are until you understand where you’ve been!  How can you truly appreciate and “celebrate all the bounty that the LORD your God has given to you and to your house,” if you can’t (or won’t) recall how it was before?   So God provides the movement – from deprivation to abundance, from isolation and oppression to liberation and community – but then, and here’s the thing, there’s even more; for along with this there’s also a movement toward action, in God’s people bringing forth the “first of the fruit of the ground” that the Lord had given.  In other words, an offering of the first and best of the harvest that would not have been possible without the blessing of the Lord; without that movement from deprivation to abundance.

Gratitude does not happen without true awareness of the value of the gift; but moreover, it is not complete without the appropriate response.  Our thanks for what we have been given can never be separate from the giving of ourselves in loving response.  To put a finer point on this, our word thanksgiving can correctly be read as two words: thanks and giving; which is the same relationship that exists between gratitude and action; faith and works; hearing the word and doing the word.  As people of God, these qualities always go together; it is how we truly live out of what we believe; without both as part of our faith expression, we risk forgetting who we are. As James aptly put it hundreds of years later, “For if any are hearers of the word and not doers, they are like those who look at themselves in a mirror; for they look at themselves and, on going away, immediately forget what they were like.”

You see, putting aside all the other rituals and traditions of this particular holiday, the reason we come together as families and friends, and as a nation this Thursday is so that we might really “do” something in gratitude for our abundance of blessings.  It’s the same reason that as the church, we are ever and always called to reach out beyond ourselves to those in need.  What we’re doing is taking our thanks unto God and moving it toward the giving of ourselves for the sake of his son Jesus Christ.  And whether it comes in the form of filling up a box with groceries, bringing games to the residents at Fellowship Housing or simply in receiving an offering every Sunday so that God’s work can continue to be done in this place, it all amounts to the giving of ourselves as an active thanks for all that the Lord has done and continues to do for us.   It’s giving… thanks.   It’s thanks… giving.    Thanks… Giving.  Thanksgiving!

We are blessed, you know… and on every level.  However discouraged or overwhelmed or apprehensive any of us happen to be about now; the fact remains that every generation that has gone on before has also faced its share of challenges, has sought the Lord’s presence and blessing for the “living of these days,” and were guided along every good and hopeful pathway; and this year is no exception to that.  We are “the Wandering Aremeans” of this time and place and our God is even now moving us forward.  And so you and I ought to be giving thanks for all of our many blessings: for every good meal we get to eat; for every cold night that we lay warm and secure at home in our own beds; for every fresh breath of life that enters our lungs.

And let us give thanks to God for making us the congregation we are here at East Church, and for giving each one of us so many opportunities to actively be disciples of Jesus Christ in Concord, New Hampshire and beyond, because it’s not just who we’re meant to be, it’s also what we’re meant to do!  It’s about thanks and giving; and so let our thanks to God move in ways in which we find new and exciting ways to love and serve others in Christ’s name.

Beloved, may your feasting this Thursday be joyous… and filled with copious amounts of leftovers!  May the conversations you have with those around you this week be filled with laughter, and may the memories you share (and create) be good and uplifting and meaningful… and may it all be a whole lot of fun as well!  But above all, may each one of us be truly thankful for what we’ve been given; and may our gratitude be reflected in lives lived in true righteousness and sacrificial love.

Happy Thanksgiving, my dear friends.

Thanks be to God!


c. 2016  Rev. Michael W. Lowry


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An Attitude of Gratitude

thanksgiving_pumpkin_600x400(a sermon for November 22, 2015, Thanksgiving Sunday, based on 1 Timothy 2:1-7, Lamentations 3:19-26 and Joel 2:21-27)

And so it’s Thanksgiving.

But after all is said and done with turkey dinners, family gatherings and the threat of “Black Friday” meltdowns, I would suggest that the real challenge before us this week comes courtesy of our reading this morning from the 1st Epistle to Timothy:  “I urge that supplications, prayers, intercessions and thanksgivings be made for everyone… so that we may lead a quiet and peaceable life in all godliness and dignity.  This is right and is acceptable in the sight of God our Savior.”

Actually, I’m reminded here of an old Peanuts comic strip in which Lucy asks Charlie Brown to help her with her homework, promising, “If you do, I’ll be eternally grateful.” Fair enough, Charlie Brown replies.  After all, he thinks, I’ve never had anyone be eternally grateful before!  So the two of them sit down to look at Lucy’s homework, and Charlie Brown says, “Oh… just subtract 4 from 10 to see how many apples the farmer had left.”

Hearing the answer, Lucy’s eyes open wide.  “That’s it?” she says.  “That’s it?! I have to be eternally grateful for this?? It was too easy!”  But then of course, Charlie Brown – being the good ol’ wishy-washy Charlie Brown that he always is – says in reply, “Well, then… whatever you think is fair.”  And to this, Lucy says, “How about if I just say, ‘Thanks, bro?’”  Then, as Charlie Brown leaves to go outside, he meets Linus, who asks, “Where’ve you been, Charlie Brown?” “Oh, helping Lucy with her homework,” Charlie answers.  “Did she appreciate it?”  Linus asks.  And Charlie answers, “At greatly reduced rates!”

Well, friends, may I say to you this morning, lovingly, that this is exactly what’s wrong with our thanksgiving celebrations?  What with a culture actively trying to commandeer the day as merely a gateway to the Christmas season (don’t even get me started on these stores that have been relentless in moving “Black Friday” to Thursday evening or earlier!), to say nothing of our own sad propensity to take far more credit for our many blessings than we ought; we also are often at risk of giving thanks at “greatly reduced rates!”  The sad truth is that as persons and as a people, we have often tended toward exchanging humility for avarice, worship for self-congratulation, and faithfulness for forgetfulness; which is bad enough on the face of it, but particularly tragic for those of us who would claim an identity as God’s people, for it is, in fact, a spirit of true thanksgiving that drives the life of faith.  As followers of God, you see, we are called to an “attitude of gratitude,” as it were, making “supplications, prayers, intercessions and thanksgivings” for everyone… and everything!

Let me unpack that just a little bit:  if we look at that which is central to what we believe as Christians; if we take, for instance, the entirety of the biblical message and boil it down to its most essential truths, you’re going to find a pattern emerging and that pattern always begins with praise and thanksgiving.  The words of the Psalmist, which are amongst my very favorite:  “Bless the LORD, O my soul, and all that is within me, bless his holy name.  Bless the LORD, O my soul, and do not forget all his benefits.” (Psalm 103:1-2)  There is inherent in everything we believe this profound awareness that God has acted for us; that everything we have, everything we know, everything we can ever hope to be comes to us from God.  This is a theme that runs all through our readings for this morning:  from Lamentations, “The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases, his mercies never come to an end;” from Joel, “Do not fear, O Soil… do not fear, you animals of the field… children of Zion, be glad,” for “the LORD has done great things;”  as well as in literally hundreds of other places we could name in scripture, what we have here is a God who seeks to bless his creation in a multitude of ways; and who is deserving of our thankfulness and praise!

And that’s central to everything we understand to be true about our faith; but the other piece of that “core value,” if you will, is our embracing a true sense of gratitude for all that God has done and continues to do; and how that, in turn, serves as our motivation to live our lives faithfully, or as it’s expressed in 1st Timothy, to live “a quiet and peaceable life in all godliness and dignity.”  To put it another way, it’s a “cycle of thanksgiving;” in which faith leads to gratitude, gratitude leads to action, action nurtures faith, and that faith inspires more gratitude!  Ultimately, you see, it is a spirit of thanksgiving (or, conversely, the lack of it) that affects most of what we do or what we envision for our lives and for the world; and it has a way of very quietly, but most certainly, reshaping who we are as people.  It’s a prayerful attitude in which true gratitude for all that the Lord has given us becomes the tool by which we are empowered to show God’s love to others.  And that all starts, as the Epistle succinctly puts it, by having “thanksgivings be made for everyone” around us; up to and including, interestingly enough, “kings and all who are in high positions.”  A challenging proposition, to be sure, especially in these times; but then, how are we as people of faith ever to change the world for the sake of God’s kingdom if we can’t first prayerfully express our true thanksgiving for all those things – and all those people – that God has placed on our pathways?

There’s an old story about an elderly couple – married 60 years – and one evening, they’re sitting out on their front porch swing, rocking together in the quiet and watching a beautiful sunset.  And as they sit there, the old man begins to ponder as to just how much this woman who is sitting beside him has meant to him in his life.  And so, filled up with gratitude in that moment, the old man reaches out his hand to hers, takes her hand in his own and finally, after another long and deep moment of quiet, he says to her, “You know, deah… you’ve been such a wonderful wife for all these years that there are times I can hardly keep from telling you.”

That’s how it goes, you know; most of the time, it’s not that we don’t know we’re blessed.  The very fact that we have “gathered together” here in this sanctuary this morning acknowledges that we do know how much we owe to God for our lives, our health, our food… that we are aware of how God has blessed us by our families, through our friends, in our work and by our play… that we are indeed the recipients of a great harvest of blessing that comes to us by faith and in infinite and redeeming love.  But like the old man in that story, so often we hold our gratitude inside: we never say it aloud and certainly we never say it to God, and thus true thanksgiving is never wholly expressed; which is not only our first mistake as people of faith, but it’s also what breaks this all important cycle of thanksgiving, this simple “attitude of gratitude” on which everything else we say and do as God’s people – and might I add, as the church – proceeds.

In the end, you see, this has less to do with the fourth Thursday in November and the “official” beginning of the holiday season than it does with you and I seeking to be the persons and people God has called us to be.  This week, and always, we need to be cultivating within us and around us a prayerful spirit of thanksgiving; and that begins with actually using words say thank you, and then following that up with lives that say we  mean it.  For when we do, things change, for us, and by extension, for the world; beginning with this Thursday becoming a true festival of God’s surpassing grace that will last far beyond the holidays.

After all, beloved, we are a blessed people: “the recipients of the choicest bounties of heaven,” as Abraham Lincoln famously put it in his Thanksgiving Proclamation of 1863; led by “the gracious hand which [has] preserved us in peace, and multiplied and enriched and strengthened us.”  Moreover, as God’s own people, we are loved beyond measure and without limit; in that love we are given life that is both abundant in this world and eternal in the next; and we are gathered as a community of faith that makes us, both individually and collectively, more than we could ever dream of being.

Whatever our difficulties this day; whatever challenges are ours as we go out into the world, at the very heart of it all remains this truth that in more ways than we can begin to imagine, God has blessed us.

So how else can we respond to this but with true thanksgiving, and then, with acts of love?

Happy Thanksgiving, my dear friends at East Church; and may our thanks, yours and mine, be unto God!

Amen and AMEN!

c. 2015  Rev. Michael W. Lowry


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Along the Way: The Ones Who Get It

(a sermon for July 19, 2015, the 8th Sunday after Pentecost; forth in a series, based on Luke 17:11-19)

The item appeared a number of years ago in the Dublin-based newspaper the Irish Times, but it could have just as well appeared in any of our own local papers.  Reporting on the events surrounding a traffic accident in that city, the driver charged with causing the accident was interviewed about what had happened, and was asked who might be able to corroborate his story; but the driver could only answer the reporter, “There were plenty of onlookers, but no witnesses.”

Actually, his statement held more truth than perhaps even he realized, for it can easily be said of so much in this life that there are always plenty of onlookers, but relatively few witnesses; lots of people who see what’s happening, but not so many who will truly pay attention to what’s going on and then “bear witness” to it; people who get involved and act upon what they’ve seen and heard.  It’s no accident that in moments of hardship or great tragedy, it’s the witnesses, as opposed to mere onlookers, who emerge as heroes, because they’re “in the moment,” right there doing what needs to be done with courage, by faith and in love; and, might I add, quite often at great personal risk.

They’re a rare breed; and the truth of it is, as much as we might wish it were different, most of us tend toward living our lives as onlookers rather than witnesses!   Don’t misunderstand, that doesn’t make us bad people; it’s just that generally speaking, most of us are far too caught up in the concerns of our own lives and too busy navigating the course of each of our days to truly “bear witness” and to respond to all that’s going on around us.  It is one of the great ironies of life, is it not, that it so often takes some kind of tragedy,  or for that matter, a great and unexpected blessing – the birth of a child, the blood test  coming back negative,  a brush with injury or death that didn’t  come to pass – to make us actually sit up and take notice of the moment at hand, suddenly understand what all is important about life; and further, what we should be doing about that!

And even then… the greatest thing ever can be happening right there before our very eyes, and the sad truth is that sometimes we just don’t “get it.”

Take our gospel reading for this morning, in which ten men afflicted with leprosy are encountered by Jesus “along the way” and are healed of their diseases (and yes, that’s plural, since in those days leprosy could refer to several related afflictions).  So these were men who had not only long dealt with the infirmities of their illness, but also the loneliness and isolation that came with being forcibly ostracized from family, friends and society.  So what happened when Jesus came along was a healing and restoration all in one; but you see, of the ten who were healed, only one of them – and a Samaritan, no less, who you might remember, was considered by the Jews of Jesus’ time to be foreigners among them and not to be trusted – it’s this one alone who returns to give thanks at Jesus’ feet; “praising God in a loud voice” for the blessing he had received.  And it’s in light of this that Jesus asks the question we ask ourselves as well: “Were not ten made clean… the other nine, where are they?” 

And it’s a good question; unfortunately, Luke doesn’t give us a whole lot of answers to that in his gospel.  Historically speaking, we can speculate that if the other nine were devout Jews (which in and of itself we can only assume) then they would have gone directly to show themselves to the temple priests, so to be declared ritually “clean;” this would have been required for them to re-enter society and be reunited with their families.  So in fact, we could argue here that that the so-called “other nine” simply did what they had to do according to the law and assumed that nothing more was required of them; so basically, they didn’t come back and give thanks because they didn’t have to!

Or maybe it was more complicated than that.  In his wonderful little book of poems and short stories written way back in the seventies, The Way of the Wolf, Martin Bell suggests that each one of the nine may well have had their own reasons for not returning to give thanks.  For instance, Bell writes that one of them didn’t give thanks because he didn’t understand what had just happened to him, and it scared him; so this man responded by immediately running off to find some place to hide!  Another was angry about what he’d just been given; because some people just can’t accept a gift outright (even if it’s a gift of healing) especially when they don’t believe they ever earned that gift.

Still another, when all was said and done, really didn’t want to be healed; because “he did not know how to live or even who he was without his leprosy,” writes Bell. There was also the one who didn’t believe this healing was true, and refused to accept it, while yet another – who did believe – was so excited she ran like crazy to get home to see her family.  And then, of course, there was the one who… well, forgot to say thank you.  Go figure!

Bottom line is that they all had their reasons, whatever they were; some understandable under the circumstances, perhaps even valid.  But the fact remains that of these ten lepers, only one – the Samaritan – comes back to give thanks; and it’s to him that Jesus says, “Get up and go on your way; your faith has made you well.”  So the question becomes then, what was it about the Samaritan that set him apart from the others?  Certainly, he was the one who came back to say thank you; but why is it that this act of simple gratitude leads Jesus to say that it’s his faith that’s made him well?

Well, simply put, the difference between him and the others is that unlike the others, the Samaritan “got it.”

This is one of those passages of scripture that we appropriately lift up around the Thanksgiving holiday, as a reminder of our need to truly “give thanks” to God who is the source of our many blessings.  But I want to suggest to you this morning that an “attitude of gratitude” is only part of what’s going on in this passage; this is also a story about humility; it’s about the great importance of breaking away from the self-sufficient and self-absorbed norm of human life, and humbly acknowledging God and God alone as the source of healing and wholeness… and existence!

This is what the Samaritan, and apparently only the Samaritan, understood!  Running back to drop at Jesus’ feet, and to shout out praises to God for this miracle; understand that there was a lot more going on here than simply an enthusiastic expression of gratitude; and it was far more than some elaborate display of public piety.  No, for the Samaritan this was an act of personal humility; it was his way of passionately acknowledging God as the source of his healing and of his very life!  It’s interesting, by the way, that when Jesus says to the Samaritan, “your faith has made you well,” the Greek word that’s used in the gospel is sozo, which not only means “to be healed,”  but also translates as “to be made whole,” or “to be saved.”  So, then, what set the Samaritan apart from the other nine is that in addition to simply being healed, he was also “made whole,” and that came from faith; a faith that came out of a relationship with God!

Ten lepers were healed, yes; but only one of them truly “got it,” an understanding that the heart of true faith celebrates God’s mercy, joyfully praises God, and bears witness in and through all of life to God’s wondrous love in Jesus Christ.

And you know what?  We could learn a lot from that Samaritan.

It seems to me that one of the big mistakes we make as Christians is that we sometimes tend to regard faith as merely something that which helps us to live a normal life; as though our relationship with God, not to mention our place in the community of God’s people, is simply one more necessary component of our daily lives, like a balanced breakfast or reliable transportation.  As a result, there are a whole lot of folks – especially people in the church – who compartmentalize their faith to the point of where it is one very distinct, separate and wholly appropriate section of their lives, but nothing more or less than that!  And that’s sad, because the Christian faith, beloved, is never to be about how to live a normal life, but how to live life well beyond what passes for normal in this world!

Our faith is about a new life that transforms that which is ordinary into something remarkable; it is the blessedness of knowing that God’s hand and God’s heart is in each and every new day we’re given.  So how can we possibly experience that in our own lives and still be normal?  How can we compartmentalize faith and not react to that love in all the varied sections of our lives?  How can we not bear witness to the truth that has set us free?

Well, there’s a whole lot of people who don’t; people who live as though the truth has not come to them, people who live as though they’d rather not be healed, people who go through their days as though they are afraid of what might happen if they were to wholly embrace what God has to give them.  This world is filled to capacity with those who never act on faith, and thus never truly live out of it.

But then, there are the ones who “get it.”  The ones who have had cultivated within them a thankful heart and whose very lives proclaim God with loud voices; the ones who take the risks to help lift up the fallen and bring comfort those who have no hope; the ones who make it their business to love the unlovable and make every effort to reach out to those who seem unreachable; the ones who are not content to let politics or greed or tradition or propriety stand in the way of doing the Lord’s work where it needs to be done and how it needs to be done; the ones who don’t stay silent when something good needs to be said, and who don’t step back into the old routine when God’s Spirit calls them forward, but boldly act upon that which they have already seen and experienced.  These are no mere onlookers, beloved; these are the ones who by their very lives bear witness to God’s wonder and love.  They “get it,” and that understanding changes every aspect of their lives for the better.

I ask you this morning, friends: do you get it?

Can it be said of you that because of your faith, nothing is normal about your life? That the fact of God’s love touching every piece of your existence has a profound effect on your family life, your work, your play, your sense of devotion and duty and charity and commitment?  Does your life bear witness to what you believe?

Because let me tell you this friends: the world has plenty of people who are content to be onlookers, and who thrive on keeping things nice and normal and undisturbed; but we’re living in times that demand more from us than just that.  We live in an age when God’s word needs to be proclaimed and his love and peace stirred up from the places of power to the corners of fear.  Right now our world, our community and yes, our church stands in the need of witnesses, the ones who know where true love and mercy and wholeness comes from, and who will proclaim that knowledge with loud voices and even louder lives!  Right now, we need joyous praise manifest in open hearts and strong, outstretched hands that take delight in doing God’s work here and now.

I hope and pray, beloved, that we are among the ones who get it; because the world needs that sense of wholeness and spirit now more than ever, and God is calling us forward to set the example.

Thanks be to God who gives us his mercy and healing.


c. 2015  Rev. Michael W. Lowry


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