Monday, December 17, 2012

Sermon for December 16th 2012









Today my mantra comes from the American medical writer and practitioner Dr Patch Adams who once wrote ‘dying is that process a few minutes before death when the brain is deprived of oxygen – everything else is living!” He goes on to celebrate the preciousness of life, and the urgency that we consciously waste not a minute of this gift, that even in the face of DEATH, we are to LIVE … they are words I find comfort in today …
Today, I am struggling right now to make sense of our world … the news out of Connecticut has deeply disturbed me … these things are becoming almost too common in their occurrence, and in the face of this senseless and inane tragedy, I become frustrated at the simple reality that every day around the globe hundreds of 6 and 7 year old Children die of entirely preventable causes like hunger, disease and violence – and there is seldom a whisper of their deaths … To my thinking the death of any child is a senseless tragedy, whether that child is in a school in the United States, a refugee camp in Africa, or a slum in South America or an enemy compound in the Middle East … the preventable death of any child or teen, or adult is an unacceptable thing …
And so I struggle … I struggle because the discussion as already turned to the role the gun culture in the US plays in these moments … I struggle because in the depth of the anquished “WHY?” that rises to our collective lips, we seek easy, simple and comforting answers in the face of enormous pain and senseless suffering …
I struggle because these moments strike a nerve in me that is deep and that runs to the very core of my theology, my faith and my way of living and moving in the world …
Given the proximity to Christmas last night I thought about the 20 families who no doubt had Christmas presents tucked away and special family celebrations planned and prepared for the holidays and my heart wrenched at the horrendousness of that simple reality … and I recalled an email exchange I had 18 years ago when I was serving in Bella Coola.
In our community that Christmas we gathered on Christmas Eve and were surrounded by very real and tangible struggles and suffering … in our congregation that night was a friend and a member of our church who had just been diagnosed with an aggressive leukemia – we didn’t know it then, but this would be his last Christmas … sitting not far away was a young mom and her two daughters – mom had come home from Vancouver against the Dr’s orders to spend one last Christmas with her daughters – we would mourn her life less then six weeks later … and lighting the Christ candle in the darkness that night was a young woman of 13, who had only an hour before heard the news that the RCMP and the Canadian Coast Guard were calling off the search for her father Jack, who along with his buddy were missing at sea in the inlets and bays of the outer coast.
In the darkness – we as a community lit a Candle and proclaimed that despite the reality we were facing – the LIGHT WOULD COME.
I shared an email that night from a community in the American south who werer praying for us … the email shared the willingness of prayer for us by a community that itself struggling with the tragedy of a house fire that ended the lives of five little boys and their parents. The pastor who wrote ended his email saying the day the family came and picked up their Christmas Hamper was a day of Joy and celebration – the youngest little boy in the family was thrilled to see wrapped presents in the hamper with his name on it.
The pastor ended with the fervent hope that that beautiful smiling little boy had dared to peek beneath the wrapping paper BEFORE a tragic fire snuffed out his young life …
That Christmas ever I remember standing outside our little country Church tucked beneath the snow capped Coast Mountains – I wept and uttered the simple question – WHY?
Why do such tragedies continue to rock us?
Why do such tragedies continue to happen?
WHY?

The reality then – and the reality now – is that there are no simple or easy answers to that lament …
But, in these moments when we confront and face and realize how cold and cruel the world can be we experience the full power of lighting a Candle in the darkness and sharing that senseless, insane hope that not only will the light come, but one day the darkness will be gone …
In those deep dark and troubling moments – we live the message of Hope and Peace and yes, even JOY …
Not joy as a fake slap on a smiling face and rose coloured glasses and see the world in sickeningly sweet terms – but the joy that comes from deep within – the joy that accepts the full breadth of life and STILL puts one foot in front of the other and says Life is too precious to waste.

In the last couple of days, I’ve found myself mining the many readings and quotations and reflections on life, and the struggle against the darkness and embodying this joy-filled hope that I’ve accumulated and gathered in my life and ministry … I’ve been struck by the diversity of sources and the commonality of sentiments …
From a wide range of backgrounds and experiences, I’ve gleaned a whisper that says boldly, and perhaps foolishly that JOY in moments like THIS is on one hand is a foolish venture, but on the other hand is our only way forward out of the disturbing darkness …

Martin Luther King addressed his Church on Christmas Eve in 1967 saying: This Christmas season finds us a rather bewildered human race. We have
neither peace within nor peace without. Everywhere paralyzing fears harrow people by day and haunt them by night. Our world is sick with war; everywhere we turn we see its ominous possibilities. And yet, my friends, the Christmas hope for peace and good will toward all men can no longer be dismissed as a kind of pious dream of some utopian. If we don't have good will toward men in this world, we will destroy ourselves by the misuse of our own instruments and our own power.

We stand in a similar place … but then Joseph Campbell the philosopher and writer says boldly: Find a place inside where there’s joy, and the joy will burn out the pain.
Daring to live this joy is our faithful calling – it is TRULY the message of the Christmas Season. But we struggle to find that joy.
In May of this year I heard an interview by former Scottish Episcopalian Bishop Richard Holloway. The interview with Michael Enright on CBC’s Sunday Morning program was so provocative and thought provoking that it caused me to take a two hour detour on the way home from Manitoba to pick up Holloway’s memoirs!!
But what struck me was Holloway’s insistence that we in the Church have an urgent task. It struck me that in the interview and in his memoirs,
Holloway also notes the dire need to proclaim, embody and share this Joyous Hope in our world today ... we live in a time ripe with shadowy darkness and overwhelmed by paralyzing FEAR. And instead of offering the Gospel that counters that fear and darkness, the Church has in its complacency accepted and adopted that stance of fear ...

Today we have an opportunity … we have an obligation as people of faith to confront this dark fear that is raging around us not only with Hope – but with our faithful and faith FILLED joy.
Not an empty false, slap on a happy face and wish everyone a sweet and blessed day – but the JOY that comes from within that accepts life in its fullness from the dizzing heights to the brutal dark depths and dares to celebrate the fullness of LIFE.
Thirteen years ago I was asked to summarize my theology of ministry in one word and reflect on it … the result was an article that was published in a Canadian ministry magazine, and since then has been the foundation of my life, my faith and my ministry. What I wrote in part was this:

I would describe my theology of ministry in one simple word: JOY.
The definition of Joy in a dictionary refers to great happiness, or a source of great delight, but I want to be clear: I do not see joy as pasting on a happy face and pretending that everything is lovely. To me, JOY is embracing life in its fullness and proclaiming with certainty that we are never separated from God’s love.
Among many things:
Joy is being a child of God.
Joy is being welcomed into the most intimate moments of life and being asked to pray, of just be present with family and friends.
Joy is the opportunity to hold someone’s hand in a moment of tragedy.
Joy is holding a new born baby, or baptizing an adopted child.
Joy is weeping with the hurting and laughing with a Bible Study group.
Joy is watching a baby discover, for the third time today, her hand.
Joy is seeing the world through the Holy Wow of a three year old child, who is discovering what a wonder creation is.
Joy is building Lego sets with a five year old, and wiping away his tears when he scrapes his knee falling off a bike.
Joy is crying over injustice and rejoicing that we have a community that truly cares about us.
Joy is having tea with an elder who shares her memories of a world seven decades away.
Joy is having a pop with a group of teens who think everything is “cool” or “awesome.”
Joy is struggling to find our way, and enjoying the journey as much as the destination.
Joy is leading a worship service erupting with the noise of children and quiet with the reflective wisdom of seniors.
Joy is the quiet presence of the cognitively impaired in a care home.
Joy is knowing that sometimes life just isn’t fair.
Joy is communication and community.
Joy is facing controversy and conflict and journeying to reflection, resolution and healing.
Joy is the ministry of all of God’s people.
Joy is being a servant of God journeying with God’s children and sharing the ups and downs of everyday life with openness, with honesty, and most of all with love.
Joy is making a difference in one life everyday.
Joy is the church, the children of God in action.
Joy is the journey of faith through all the twists and turns of life.
I could go on. But suffice to say, to me the theology of ministry is about doing, not taking. It is about using the gifts and talents which God provides to care for those around us and to welcome in all of God’s children.
A friend (Rev. David Shearman of Owen Sound) recently described my approach to ministry as “hospitality” and observed that I move to the periphery and work very hard to draw the circle in. He may be right. I value the outreach of the church, but sometimes we need to look close by and embrace those who are hurting right beside us in the pews, and that may be the toughest challenge we face, but it is a challenge I embrace and value.
To me, ministry is about action. It is doing, not theorizing. I’m not afraid of facing issues head-on, but at the end of the day, we must, as God’s children, be able to break bread and share the cup in faith, and if conflict prevents this, then we have to roll up our sleeves and work. I am not afraid of that.
It is not easy to summarize my theology of ministry on a couple of pieces of paper. Instead I am most comfortable going out into the world and living out my faith and ministry with JOY.
My understanding of ministry is living out the word JOY in all its infinite fullness.
Today, in the face of fear – in the face of the darkness – in the face of anything BAD life can throw our way, we are called by faith – by the goodness that dwells in our hearts to BE people of Joy – to boldly and courageously go into the world living that joy that lies within, and to share and celebrate it as we change the world …
Martin Luther King ended his Christmas sermon proclaiming the hope and certainty that comes from faith saying:
I have a dream that one day men will rise up and come to see that they are
made to live together as brothers. I still have a dream this morning that one day every Negro in this country, every colored person in the world, will be judged on the basis of the content of his character rather than the color of his skin, and every man will respect the dignity and worth of human personality. I still have a dream that one day the idle industries of Appalachia will be revitalized, and the empty stomachs of Mississippi will be filled, and brotherhood will be more than a few words at the end of a prayer, but rather the first order of business on every legislative agenda. I still have a dream today that one day justice will roll down like water, and righteousness like a mighty stream. I still have a dream today that in all of our state houses and city halls men will be elected to go there who will do justly and love mercy and walk humbly with their God. I still have a dream today that one day war will come to an end, that men will beat their swords into plowshares and their spears into pruning hooks, that nations will no longer rise up against nations, neither will they study war any more. I still have a dream today that one day the lamb and the lion will lie down together and every man will sit under his own vine and fig tree and none shall be afraid. I still have a dream today that one day every valley shall be exalted and every mountain and hill will be made low, the rough places will be made smooth and the crooked places straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together. I still have a dream that with this faith we will be able to adjourn the councils of despair and bring new light into the dark chambers of pessimism. With this faith we will be able to speed up the day when there will be peace on earth and good will toward men. It will be a glorious day, the morning stars will sing together, and the sons of God will shout for joy.

Yesterday a friend in New York City offered perhaps the wisest and most apt facebook posting I’ve read in the last three days. My friend Katie noted:
My beloved, my partner, David Wilson, told me in essence that while the families of the slain children grieve, it is my job, all of our jobs, to be soldiers of love. Today, out on the streets of New York City, I could swear everyone was feeling the same thing.
As people of faith – as children of God – as members of the human family, this Advent we are called to be Soldiers of Love, sharing our hope, celebrating our joy, and creating Peace … WE are the LIGHT we speak of in the Advent Season … we can drive back the darkness …

May it be so …thanks be to God … Let us pray …



Sunday, November 18, 2012

Anniversary Sunday at St John's Flesherton




The Choir along with special musical guests David, Bobbi and Rob
getting ready for the worship service. 
Today's extras included guitar, drums, fiddle and trumpet 
accompanying our choir in the worship music leadership!!!

  

The Congregation of St John's United Church 
was joined by members of sister Congregation 
Eugenia United Church 
as St John's marked thier 
155th Anniversary as a Congregation 
and
135th Anniversary of the Opening of thier current Worship Building. 



Our Minister Emeritus Rev. Doyle Prier shared in worship leadership 
and noted that it was 135 years ago today, (Nov. 18th 1877)
that The Rev. Dr Egerton Ryerson lead the worship services 
to officially open St John's Methodist Church, Flesherton.




Susan and David 
playing together, adding their talent 
to our powerful music ministry!! 

Rev. Doyle invites the "kids" 
to help build a Church ...

The end results:

 



Today our Music,
under the guidance of our Music Director Nancy,
pulled our worship service together
and made it truly memorable!



A special thank you to ALL the wonderful members of our community who helped make for a memorable weekend celebration of our life and ministry together!

The dinner on Saturday night, the Concert, and today's worship service was a celebration of the many talents of our Church and surrounding community - thanks to everyone who came and took part and 
shared their talent and ability. 

  

Sermon for November 18th 2012 - Anniversary Sunday at St John's








For the service today - marking 155 years as a congregation, and the anniversary of the Official Opening of our current Church Building at St. John's in Flesherton, we held a weekend of special events mirroring some of the events of November 17th and 18th 1877 when the Rev. Dr. Egerton Ryerson came and presided at the Official Opening of the Building, and led no less then FOUR services over the weekend. 
Today, 135 years later The Rev. Doyle Prier, and The Rev. Shawn Ankenmann lead our worship service and presided at a powerful event full of music, laughter and celebration of our faith. 

The sermon that follows was in part a visit from an 'old' friend:

Rev. D. Prier:
"135 years ago, the doors were officially opened on our soaring sanctuary space here at St John’s … built on the hill over looking the village, it was to be a hub of religious and social activity for the community.
Our forebearers had something grand in mind as they build the red brick building that we continue to call home.
So sure of their role in the life of the community and the area, they invited The Reverend Dr. Egerton Ryerson to come and preside at the first worship services held in this new building …
Egerton Ryerson, a Methodist preacher, the founder of the education system as we know it in Ontario, Superintendent of that same system, General Secretary of the Methodist Church in Canada, a writer, a theologian, an avid hunter and fisher … there was no brighter light in Canadian Methodism than he …"

(interrupted by "E. Ryerson" - Rev. Shawn in period costume:)

Here, here …you’re making me sound like some sort of walking saint. I’m just a preacher. The brother of three fine preachers, and myself fortunate to have been able to serve God and this fine country in helping create villages where our young people will be taught the values and morals of our shared faith.
I am nothing more than a simple servant of God and the Church, helping do the work I have been blessed to be invited to partake in.
The work that you, my sisters and brothers carry out day after day as you live and share the very teachings handed down to us through our common faith.
What is important in our world – in our scattered villages being carved out of the wild back country of places like this, is sharing the teachings of the Apostles. Taking the very words of our Lord Jesus Christ, and applying them to the lives we live here, in this beautiful frontier town.
I came here 135 years ago to celebrate the opening of this fine building because it stands as a shining beacon to the village of Flesherton and to the surrounding countryside. You can see the spire reaching up to heaven, reminding us all of where your lives come from, and where they will in time return.
This church stands as a symbol of the hope that we alone can offer.
I have long said that when we found a Church through the work of the saddle bag preachers, and come to a point where we are ready to set the corner stone of a house of worship, that we should “erect places of worship that are commensurate with the work we are called in the providence of God to perform!”
This building is a living symbol of the work we are called to perform.
We are here to share the blessings of Baptism that celebrate the value of every child. Baptism that proclaims boldly that every child is loved and cherished by our God.
We are here to guide those young people, and to inspire and educate them with and through and by our faith. We are to be the example of caring for one another, loving our neighbours, welcoming in the strangers, reaching out to those in need here, down the Sydenham road, and even in the farthest reaches of Canada and the world … we are to guide our young people by living our faith and inviting them to share in the journey.
We are hear to share our songs and prayers, and to worship God by breaking bread and conducting services that invite others to come and join us. We are afterall, Methodists – it was John Wesley himself who said:

“The kingdom of God is not in word, but in power. However the Gospel may be admired, its great design is never realized but in the actual conversion and salvation of men. With whatever ability the word of life may be dispensed no sinner will be truly awakened, no heart will become broken and contrite, no polluted conscience will be purged from dead works, no impure mind will be sanctified, no human soul will be effectually renewed and comforted unless the Holy Spirit descend in the plentitude of his love and power.”

We are the ones to create that Kingdom of God – here in this village, in this corner of Grey Country, … The Kingdom of God. The place where the love and power of God is poured out for all to come and share.
And it starts with prayer.
Praying in our homes, and in our workplaces. Praying for our friends, our family, our neighbours and our communities.
Then gathering together and sharing our prayers as a community. As a Church.
That’s what this place is for my friends.
That’s why we toiled to build these beautiful buildings in the villages and towns all across this land.
It is to have a place where we can gather to celebrate the sacraments of Baptism and The Lord’s Supper, but more importantly, to have a place to PRAY.
In our rousing hymns, and our inspiring worship we are to join our hearts together to PRAY for our communities, to pray for our families, to pray for our world and the work we are called to share, and then go out into our community and live this faith that reconciles us with the Love of God!
The reason I came here that fall morning, was not because Mr Flesher, the son of a fine Methodist preacher, and himself a child of the Methodist Church, had invited me, I came because I see the importance of places like this – Church communities in the very heart of towns and villages across this land.
This building is a beacon of faith that shines a bright and unwavering light on the dark paths we sometimes find ourselves trodding.
This building, like the school houses I’ve been part of creating, is the means of forging an enlightened, educated, inspired and caring community that has neighbour helping neighbour, and has you and I looking out for and looking after one another.
This building, is a reminder of that simple commandment our Lord Jesus Christ gave to his apostles, who in turn gave to us … the commandment to love one another as God has loved us.
135 years ago, we opened the doors of the building and proclaimed that Good News to the village around us … today, let’s go back out there and remind them again that not only is the message still here – we, the decendents of the Methodist Tradition are still here – and we are still living that commandment to love one another as God has loved us !!!

(Rev. Shawn steps out of costume:)
The Reverend Dr. Egerton Ryerson – presided at four worship services on that first weekend of services held here in this place back in 1877 … in a little of a year, his earthly journey would end at the age of 79.
There can be little doubt that the grand old man of Canadian Methodism offered a powerful series of reflections looking back on a long and storied career as a saddle bag preacher, a writer, a newspaper publisher, a Church leader, the superintendent of Education for Ontario, and so many other hats he wore in his lifetime … today we are numbered among those who Ryerson no doubt commissioned to carry on the work he had envisioned and begun – the work of sharing our faith with the world around us …
135 years after his challenge was issued – may we continue to live and share our faith … thanks be to God … Let us pray …