December 21, 2018

Break Forth, O Beauteous Heavenly Light

United Methodist Hymnal – #223

Break forth , O beauteous heavenly light,

and usher in the morning;

 

December 21, the shortest day of the year. Often referred to as “The Longest Night”, it is not unusual to find many churches, Dayspring included, offering services of varying types. We have held Healing Services, Taizé Services, musical Evensong Services, even Blue Christmas Services for those for whom the holidays are not a time of joy. In fact, the date for Christmas was probably originally chosen for its proximity to the winter solstice. The poet  beautifully describes the breaking of the dawn, ushering in the morning. But I’m thinking that today, December 21st, the shortest day/longest night, should be a day/night when we consider that time before the dawn breaks, the hours that can be the longest, darkest, and loneliest. Personal loss, financial stresses, loneliness, all work to create a barrier to what we might know as Christmas Spirit. Everyone should experience to the joys of the season. So . . . what can we, the lucky ones, do for those who might be suffering at this time of year? Lending a hand, or a shoulder could be a start. Opening your home to someone who has experienced loss. Secret Santa, Angel Trees, and Family Promise are all ways we can help. Still . . . one of the easiest, and most meaningful things we can do is just be present with someone else. Listen, Help with a task. Maybe provide a meal. Be someone else’s beauteous light, and usher in their morning. After all . . . joy comes in the morning!

 

…just as you did it to one of the least of these

who are members of my family,

you did it to me.

MATTHEW 25: 40

      

Comforting God, we acknowledge that this time of year can be challenging. So many people are dealing with loss, stress, despair, and hopelessness. We thank you for your ever-present love that surrounds us today and always. Guide our steps, Lord, that we might find ways to help, to befriend, to comfort and to support our brothers and sisters in their distress.  Amen.


December 20, 2018

Away in a Manger

United Methodist Hymnal – #217

. . . I ask you to stay close by me forever,

and love me, I pray;

Good byes can be difficult. Of course, there’s always a house guest that has overstayed their welcome, but for the most part, it’s hard to say “good bye”. Could it be that it’s about maintaining the status quo? We get comfortable with things the way they are. Certainly our modern lives, and our tendency to keep way too many balls in the air, contribute to the feeling of personal chaos. Remember the guy that would spin all those plates on really long sticks. As he got more and more of them going, he would have to go back to keep the first ones spinning (young people – this was “entertainment” back in the day.) So we pray for the baby Jesus to stay close. Maybe its about acceptance . . . being loved and cared for. Those among us with big families have it easy. Even when conflicts arise, you still know that someone “has your back”. I recently attended a memorial service for a woman, 95 years old with 138 children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. A blessing for sure. But for others like me, with a small – extremely small – family, we need to look elsewhere, developing our own families, if you will, from our friends and colleagues. I am so very grateful for my Dayspring family, and my choir families. They have been there to support and care for me and my loved ones. But that is what church should be all about. Those who are searching for a loving community should be able to find it at 1365 E. Elliot Road. Don’t you agree?

 

I was glad when they said to me,

“Let us go to the house of the Lord!”

For the sake of my friends, I will say, “Peace be within you.”

PSALM 122: 1, 8

      

God of love, we talk of open heart, open minds, and open doors. But do we really live it? We pray that you would imbue us with your radical hospitality. Help us to open our hearts, minds, and then our doors. To all those feeling unloved or disenfranchised, may we be a beacon of love and hope, embracing all who come to us for community, belonging and grace.  Amen.


December 19, 2018

Sing We Now of Christmas

United Methodist Hymnal – #237

Angels called to shepherds, “Leave your

flocks at rest, journey forth to Bethlehem”

 

For many people, a good old fashioned road trip is the ultimate vacation. We have glamorized that convertible top down, wind blown hair, no real schedule, and the feeling of complete freedom thing. For people glued to a clock 24 hours a day, this must sound like heaven. Even when the ultimate destination is known, the journey is still the best part of any trip. But what about a journey into the unknown? What kind of faith does it take to make that kind of a leap, either literally or figuratively? In our lives, we find ourselves faced with countless journeys, some we embrace, some we don’t. Like a fork in the road, Robert Frost referenced it in his poem The Road Not Taken: “Two roads diverged in a wood and I – I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.” We often know the outcome, or destination of the journeys we face, and yet, find we have no choice but to take them. A common leap of faith might be a marriage, a new home, or a new job. Standing by and caring for a failing loved one at the end of their journey, or a new-born at the start of theirs. But I believe that there are choices to be made regarding our journeys each and every morning. We decide what kind of person we will be. We decide how we will relate to our fellow travelers on this life journey. We even make a decision, conscious or un-, of whether or not to be happy. It seems too simplistic, but let’s not forget, we are not on this journey alone.

 

 . . . neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor rulers,

nor things present, nor things to come, will be able

to separate us from the love of God . . .

ROMANS 8: 38-39

      

Gracious God, you are steadfast and merciful. You don’t punish your children for their folly, but rather, gently nudge us toward your will, for us and our world. We pray that we may more fully discern your way, as we chart our courses. You, who set the stars in the skies, guide us, that we might better journey, straying less from your path of compassion, generosity, and grace.  Amen.

 


December 18, 2018

What Child Is This?

United Methodist Hymnal – #219

So bring him incense, gold, and myrrh, come,

peasant, king, to own him; . . .

 

“You give me a book, I give you a tie. Aunt Martha has always wanted an orange squeezer and Uncle Henry can do with a new pipe. All the stockings are filled, all that is, except one. And we have even forgotten to hang it up. The stocking for the child born in a manger. Its his birthday we’re celebrating.” So goes the ending sermon in the final scene of The Bishop’s Wife. It follows the decision by a wealthy woman to donate her millions to help the poor, rather than build a grand cathedral. It ends with the plea for “loving kindness, warm hearts, and the outstretched hand of tolerance.” Words as appropriate today as they were 71 years ago. The giving of gifts has become a huge part of our Christmas celebrations. Now understand, I’m not knocking gifts. Time spent finding just the right gift is time allowing us to focus fully on our colleagues, friends, and families. The perfect gift shows that someone else gave real thought to our likes and needs. There is a school of thought that the giving of gifts began with the Magi. But it’s the “peasant, king” part that truly reveals the meaning of Christmas. Peasant, kings, and everyone in between, coming to the manger to worship the baby. No one is excluded, no one is turned away. The stable is a welcoming place where all can kneel, and pay homage, regardless of their station. I could print Dayspring’s Welcome statement here. How nice to think of Dayspring as open and welcoming as that stable.

 

There is no longer Jew or Greek, there is no longer

slave or free, there is no longer male and female;

for all of you are one in Christ Jesus.

GALATIANS 3:28

      

Compassionate God, you see us all as your beloved children, equal in love and privilege. Yet even with your example, we are still tempted to draw lines, separating and excluding many of our brothers and sisters for weak and selfish reasons. As you see us all  the same, help us to put aside our petty prejudice and bias, and create one world, grounded in love and respect.  Amen.

 


December 17, 2018

Lo, How a Rose E’er Blooming

United Methodist Hymnal – #216

. . . It came a floweret bright,

amid the cold of winter . . .

 

We live in the desert . . . we don’t understand winter. Well, we understand that it’s dark in the morning until 7, or 7:30. We understand that traffic increases, and golf courses raise their greens fees. We may even know that maybe two nights a year, we have to cover all of our plants to keep them from freezing back. But for shoveling snow, scraping our windshields, salting our sidewalks, we’re clueless. Most everywhere else, however, winter is understood, along with fall, spring and summer. It’s all part of a cycle. Like the Paschal Mystery we celebrate on Easter, the seasons echo Life – Death – Resurrection. And during the winter, one longs for renewal. I have friends that publish pictures of the first crocus of spring on their Facebook page. So living here, where things bloom year round, we would not be surprised to see a vibrant, beautiful flower in the middle of winter. But a beautiful purple crocus poking its head out of the snow must be a shocking sight. A blooming flower in the midst of winter, a sign that life is renewing, and the cycle is beginning again. Throughout time, the rose has often represented The Virgin Mary or Christ. So the image of a vibrant rose, abloom in the snow should evoke the same startling image as a King born in a stable. Today, would anything be startling? I believe it should. As we enjoy our abundance, we should be startled by those with so little. Could we be that blooming flower for someone else’s winter?

 

Brother, sister, let me serve you,

let me be as Christ to you.

 THE SERVANT SONG

RICHARD GILLARD

 

      

Loving and generous God, like the lilies of the field, we should want for nothing. We sing that all we have needed your hand has provided. Yet the voices of the world tell us that we need more and more. Help us to learn the concept of “enough”. And then, show us how our surplus can better our community and our world. Help us to reflect Christ through our generosity.  Amen.


December 16, 2018 -ADVENT III

To a Maid Engaged to Joseph

United Methodist Hymnal – #215

“So be it; I am ready

according to your word.”

 

I have never been visited by an angel. At least not one that I was aware of. Yet in the Christmas story, it seems that people are having visits from angels all the time! How would one know? In Renaissance paintings angels usually have flowing white gowns and big wings (except for Botticelli’s The Mystical Nativity, where the angels are dressed in white, brown, and pink, and always look more like Neapolitan ice cream – but I digress). But what if they looked just like us? Who could forget Clarence in It’s a Wonderful Life? Except for some outdated clothes, he looked pretty much like everyone else. And my personal favorite, Dudley in The Bishop’s Wife. Cary Grant looked just like . . . well, Cary Grant. The Hallmark Channels have angels everywhere, and there’s no way to tell them from anyone else. So how do we know that we have not been visited by angels? And for that matter, what really qualifies someone as an angel? With a small change of my understanding of what an angel actually is, I can guarantee that I have been visited by any number of angels. From the doctor who discovered my heart murmur, to the person who introduced me to my wife, to the people who just wouldn’t give up on me, to the person who loved me when I was at my most unlovable. The search for angels in our midst is not that different than the vision of Christ in someone else’s face, or the God sightings we have in the most mundane experiences. Be aware!!!

 

Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers,

for by doing that some have entertained

angels without knowing it.

HEBREWS 13:2

      

Gracious and loving God, open our eyes to your presence. Let us not look beyond those we encounter, but rather into the souls of your children, our brothers and sisters. You do not deny your children. We, therefore, should be loving and accepting, opening our arms as well. As we love you, and you have loved us, guide us to show that same love to all your children.  Amen.

 

~Rev. L. Michael Kelley


December 15, 2018

It Came upon the Midnight Clear

United Methodist Hymnal – #218

. . . when peace shall over all the earth

its ancient splendors fling

 

Once upon a time, a friend who was visiting worship dared me to see how many alternate harmonies I could cram into one hymn. It was Advent, so I chose It Came upon a Midnight Clear. It was awesome. It’s no wonder that it is a favorite of jazz musicians. Probably the finely crafted melody enables that kind of variation. But the most interesting part of this carol is in the cyclical nature of the lyric. We hear of the angels, pronouncing the birth of Jesus. But that is followed by a plea to stop, and take a minute to again contemplate the angels’ song. Finally, the prophesy that peace will prevail, and the whole world will declare “Peace on Earth” back to the angels. Well . . . we don’t seem all that close to real peace on earth. In Seminary, I clung to the belief that all people were capable of good, and that there  could actually be a time when peace could prevail. Not to seem overly negative, but it seems less likely now than ever. What are the roadblocks to real and lasting peace? Fear? Distrust? The desire to rise by bringing down someone else? The thought of a world without conflict is perhaps an unrealistic dream. But I prefer to think that each one of us can do our part to bring about that peace. Opening our hearts to those who think, look and perhaps act differently than we do is a good place to start. And if you want to offer a prayer for that peace, it’s easy. Just read the Peace Pole at our campus entrance. “May peace prevail on earth.”

 

His authority shall grow continually,

and there shall be endless peace for the

throne of David and his kingdom.

ISAIAH 9: 7

      

God of peace, we pray for peace on earth, yet are constantly reminded that it is an unlikely reality. As St. Francis said, make us instruments of your peace. Allow us to put aside petty differences that divide us, and instead, sow seeds of peace and unity in our families, our workplaces, our communities and our world. We acknowledge that it is your will, now and always.  Amen.

 

~Rev. L. Michael Kelley


December 14, 2018

The First Noel

United Methodist Hymnal – #245

. . . and to the earth it gave great light,

and so it continued both day and night.

 

Do you think that darkness gets a bad rap? The metaphors are everywhere. We are encouraged to understand: Light = good, Dark = bad. Why else would Darth Vader be from the “Dark Side”? But in the dark, we can see the stars in the heavens. We can see the Northern Lights (if we’re lucky enough). We sit in a dark room at the movies, and many of us sleep in completely darkened rooms. You can’t tell me that my nice comfortable bed is bad. So what about light? Well . . . it’s far stronger than dark. The tiniest light can erase the darkness. Light can keep us safe. Think about a lighthouse. Or that firm footing is impossible in complete darkness. Why else would there be an issue with the “people who walked in darkness”? Closer to home, the “Dayspring” is believed to be the coming of light into the world. The original stained glass window (in the Fellowship Hall) is a perfect depiction of that. The birth of the Christ Child was announced by the presence of a star. Be it a navigational device, or simply illumination for the Magi, a star filled the sky with its light. And like a light house, guided the 3 Kings to Bethlehem. That’s why we light candles on Christmas Eve. When we share our individual flame with those around us, the light increases exponentially. And while dark may not be really bad, the light, Christ’s light, illuminates everything around us, but only when we share it. You know, it doesn’t have to be a candle. What might your light be?

 

O send out your light and your truth;

let them lead me; let them bring me

to your holy hill, and to your dwelling.

PSALM 43: 3

      

God of light and life, we come to you as those who have walked in darkness. We long for your light to illuminate our path. We draw strength, assurance, and stability from your light. Help us, guide us to discern our own light, giving us the ability to understand where we might illumine those we encounter. Let us, like your Son, be a source of light and life in our world.  Amen.

 

~Rev. L. Michael Kelley


December 13, 2018

Joseph Dearest, Joseph Mine

The Faith We Sing – #2099

Gladly, dear one, lady mine, help I cradle this child of thine;

God’s own light on us both shall shine . . .

 

So what’s the deal with Joseph? We know he was there, so the story tells us. We even read that he was visited by an angel who explained the surprising (to say the least) pregnancy of Mary, imploring him not to leave, but rather to stay, serving as the earthly father of the Son of God. In this snippet of lyric, Joseph offers his parenting help to Mary, understanding that they have both been blest with the arrival of this precious gift. But shortly thereafter, he vanishes. He, Mary and Jesus flee to Egypt, escaping Herod’s slaughter of the “innocents”, but is not heard from again. This good man, who played such a major role in Christ’s birth, is gone. Talk about a thankless job! But it’s easy to remember the multitude of thankless jobs we have all undertaken. In fact, many of the most generous and loving acts we may offer up, often go un-thanked. This, then, becomes about those random acts of kindness that many of us strive to include in our day to day activities. It feels so good to make someone’s day. In fact, their gratitude is hardly necessary, if even desired. Sitting in my car at Starbuck’s Drive-thru, being informed that the person in the car ahead of me just paid for my coffee is definitely a “day maker”. I can hardly wait then, to do the same for the car behind me, knowing how it will make them feel. Think of how many of these kind gestures could really make someone’s day, while taking almost no effort on our part. OK – your turn!

 

Thus says the Lord of hosts:

Render true judgments, show kindness and mercy

to one another.

ZECHARIAH 7: 9

      

God of kindness. God of love. You gave us the example of perfect love in your Son, Jesus. Even the simplest act of kindness can be transformational both for the intended recipient, and for ourselves. You ask so little from us, and demonstrate great patience when we are slow to respond. Help us to heed your call to love kindness, and do justice, as we humbly walk with you,  Amen.

 

~Rev. L. Michael Kelley


December 12, 2018

On This Day Earth Shall Ring

United Methodist Hymnal – #248

“. . . born on earth to save us,

peace and love he gave us.”

 

Eternal life. Not always the main focus of a Christmas carol, but certainly a main point of our faith. It’s just usually more discussed around Easter. But many of the early carol texts revolved around eternal life, usually by way of salvation or redemption. I love redemption stories. They’re my favorite. You know, the selfish, reclusive person has some kind of a life changing experience, and they emerge totally different people. George Bailey in It’s a Wonderful Life sees what the world would have been had he not been born.  And in my favorite, Dickens’ A Christmas Carol, we see Ebenezer Scrooge travel from past to future, looking at his life, ultimately becoming a new person. And geez, the Hallmark Channel has some kind of redemption story playing on television 24/7. But often I wonder why things have to get so bad before they can get better? For Scrooge, it was his impending death that changed him. For George Bailey, it was the bleak lives of his mother, and his wife, Mary. We are not blest with the ability to see what the world would be like without us. But it is an interesting exercise. The early church focused on the gift of eternal life, by way of salvation through Jesus Christ. Born on earth to save us! This was, and is, the Good News of Christ’s coming. Humankind was blest at God’s incarnation as human. And redemption can be thought of as a Christmas gift, or an ongoing blessing. As Tiny Tim would say, “God bless us, every one.”

 

God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him

should not perish, but have eternal life.

JOHN 3:16

      

God of grace, we thank you for the gift of redemption, the gift of salvation, and the gift of eternal life. Bless us as we live day to day, doing our best to reflect your spirit is all we do and say. Though unworthy of your love and grace, we will do our best this season to emerge as new, redeemed people. Open our hearts to the needs of others, and then bless us, every one.  Amen.

 

~Rev. L. Michael Kelley