Showing posts with label Hope. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hope. Show all posts

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Longing & Hope: The First Sunday of Advent

This past Sunday, while I was home for Thanksgiving break, I was blessed with the opportunity to preach at my home church. I told some people who couldn't make it out that the sermon would be up on my blog... so here it is!

"Will it Always Be Winter?"
By Maddie Downer

(Isaiah 64:1-9, Psalm 80:1-19, 1 Corinthians 1:3-9, Mark 13:24-37)


            Today is the first Sunday of Advent. In the United Church of Christ’s lectionary calendar, the theme of this Sunday is longing. Here in our church, we use different themes for the candles. The first Sunday’s candle is hope. I had originally written a sermon about longing, about waiting for something, it was called “Sitting, Waiting, Wishing.” This is not that sermon.

            Last night I was thinking about my sermon and I realized that talking just about longing, just about how Isaiah is yearning for God to make his presence known, that’s only half of it. Longing without hope is a deep and dark place. Longing without hope is despair and loneliness. But, we believe that our longing will be answered, that there will be a light in the darkness, while we are longing, we are filled with hope.

            I thought of a favorite Christmas song of mine, “In Like a Lion” written by Relient K. They originally intended for the song to be a part of the soundtrack for the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, the movie based on the book by CS Lewis. So, whether or not you know the song, you probably know of the book, maybe you’ve seen the movie. Just in case you haven’t been exposed to this great work, here’s a brief intro:

            Four brothers and sisters, Lucy, Edmund, Susan, and Peter Pevensie are sent to live in the countryside during World War II with Professor Digory Kirke; first Lucy, then Edmund, and finally all four Pevensie children find their way into the land of Narnia through a wardrobe in the professor’s house. When they find Narnia, the land is in a state of endless winter, a state it has been in for a hundred years already.

            Relient K’s song, picks up on this key fact, “it is always winter but never Christmas.” They are always longing, but where do they find hope? The chorus of Relient K’s song says,

Cause when it's always winter but never Christmas
Sometimes it feels like you're not with us
But deep inside our hearts we know
That you are here and we will not lose hope
           
The Biblical writers know that feeling well, that waiting on the Lord, the deep longing. We know it, too. Have you ever yearned to be closer to God? Have you ever felt like God was silent, or too far away, or you were too disconnected? I’m sure we’ve all felt a seemingly endless winter at some point… Maybe we felt like people couldn’t understand  us, like an illness had no cure, like we had no hope… Those are our winters.
This is Isaiah’s winter:
Oh, that You would rend the heavens and come down,
That the mountains might quake at Your presence
Behold, You were angry, for we sinned,
We continued in them a long time;
And shall we be saved?
6 For all of us have become like one who is unclean,
And all our righteous deeds are like a filthy garment;
And all of us wither like a leaf,
And our iniquities, like the wind, take us away.
For You have hidden Your face from us
And have [c]delivered us into the power of our iniquities.

And the Psalmist’s in Psalm 80:
                        4 O LORD God of hosts,
How long will You [d]be angry with the prayer of Your people?
5 You have fed them with the bread of tears,
And You have made them to drink tears in [e]large measure.
6 You make us [f]an object of contention to our neighbors,
And our enemies laugh among themselves.

            And in chapter 13 of the gospel of Mark, Mark’s is cautioning – we don’t know when the Lord will come again, so be alert. The sense of disconnection, of waiting, of longing to be with the Lord once more, is there.

            Here, two thousand years later, we are still in the middle of a winter – we are still waiting on the coming of the king, on a new heaven and a new earth, we are still longing to be fully present to the divine, we are still longing for peace and justice for all people, we are longing for a world where children don’t go to sleep hungry, where parents don’t have to decide whether to pay for the house or pay for health insurance, a world where the other 99% of the population is treated fairly, where people aren’t treated as less than based on their gender, their race, their religion, or what-have-you, a world where who you love doesn’t generate hate from others, a world where “ism’s” and “phobias” don’t exist… we’re so far from that now, we’re in one heck of a winter, we’re longing for a change in the weather…

            Thankfully, in our longing, there is a deep sense of hope. Isaiah held onto this hope in the midst of his longing:
            5 You meet him who rejoices in doing righteousness,
Who remembers You in Your ways.
8 But now, O LORD, You are our Father,
We are the clay, and You our potter;
And all of us are the work of Your hand.
9 Do not be angry beyond measure, O LORD,
Nor remember iniquity forever;
Behold, look now, all of us are Your people.

The Psalmist finds hope as well:
            18 Then we shall not turn back from You;
Revive us, and we will call upon Your name.
19 O LORD God of hosts, restore us;
Cause Your face to shine upon us, [n]and we will be saved.

In the New Testament, the disciples’ hope lies in the return of the Lord, the second coming of the King, which they eagerly await. Our great hope, too, lies in the Lord.

However, something Mark said made me think that just waiting wasn’t enough. Mark tells us to ‘keep alert!’ which I think means, start acting now. Keep alert to the injustices in the world and the ways in which God would want us to respond to them. Do all we can in love, work towards respect and equality for all people, cultivate peace… In the middle of our winter, we can sow the seeds of hope.  We must be alert, but not idle. For if the master of the house returns, do we want him to see the house the way it is now? Servants oppressing other servants, some starving, some fighting, the house in disarray? Or do we want to prepare the house as best we can?


We’re headed into the physical season of winter now. The days are shorter, the nights are longer, the air is colder. But, like the Biblical writers anxiously awaiting the coming of the messiah, we too have a reminder of this hope in Jesus Christ, in our remembrance of his birth, in our remembrance of his death on the cross and the great hope that his sacrifice gives to us. We have hope because believe that Christ has died and Christ has risen and Christ will come again.

I encourage you, this winter, to take a look at the places in your life, in our church and community, in our world, that are longing for something – for change, for attention, for love – and start infusing these darkened places with hope. Light a candle, say a prayer, sit with God and recognize the brokenness of our world, our selves… and recognize that in God there is hope, that all things might be made new, that it might be winter now, but soon, yes, soon it will be Christmas.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Reflections on Maddiepalooza

I've had a few days to reflect on Maddiepalooza and I am still in awe of everyone who worked so hard to pull it together and everyone who came out to support me as I prepare for this next part of my journey.

This fundraiser was pulled together in just three short weeks. With the persistence of my mother, two local newspapers got involved to do stories on it. My friend, Lisa, recruited bands to play. They both found people to donate food, drinks, decorations, and to help set up and clean up.

People donated items for a raffle and for an auction - and they weren't small prizes either. My friend and mentor, Vance, donated a week at his time share. The auction raised $600 - amazing, I think, because no one knew beforehand that this auction was taking place. I think that's amazing, that people were willing to put forth that much money on the spot... because they wanted to support me! :)

And the people who were there - there were so many surprises! My very first pastor, Michael, and his wife came up from New Jersey. It was so good seeing him after ten years! My mentor and former interim pastor, Matt, came by with his wife, Allison. Matt joined Trees of the Field to sing a few songs. And of course, Vance and my current pastor, Deborah, were there. It was so great to have so many people I admire there to support me.

My family, friends, and church family were all represented too! Most of the girls from my youth choir came with their families, the members of youth group who hadn't already left for school were there as well. Many other church families, family friends, and some of my friends from work came as well.

I am just blown away by how much love and support everyone has shown me. I talked a little bit about how everyone giving just a little bit ends up being a whole lot, and that with that, I can go on to show that same kind of overflowing love to others. I just can't get over it, this overflowing love of God that I get to experience all the time.

Thank you to everyone who came out, who supports/prays/thinks of me as I continue on this path that God has called me to. I love you all!

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Taste and See!

I've been baking pretty much non-stop. I want to make at least 100 cupcakes, some brownies, and other desserts for my palooza tomorrow. I'm not normally a baker, or a cook, in any capacity... but I can find my way around a kitchen when I need to.

I decided that I wanted to dye the cupcakes to match my school's colors - navy blue and purple. So I dyed the yellow cake batter blue and purple and mixed them together in the cupcake tins like a marble cake. And... ta da?

Spot on if you're colorblind.

Okay, well, that didn't work. What happened? How did the blue and purple cupcakes turn into toxic pond green and earthworm brown?

I don't have any scientific-sounding reasons, but the best I can guess is that - like paint or nail polish - the batter looks darker than it will when it "dries" (in this case, bakes).

And this got me thinking... Things look different after they've had a chance to dry; after we've had a chance to work through our problems, taken some time to step back and look at the whole wall instead of inside a paint can - or, perhaps, a tray of cupcakes instead of a thick bowl of batter. It's almost like Seurat's paintings... If you look up close at A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grand Jatte, all you see is flecks of color... You have to step back and take it in. When it's concentrated, like when cake batter or paint is concentrated, it's not the same.

Life is the same way. When we're dealing with something, whether it's money problems, bumps in a relationship, health scares, or just general stress, we have to step back, give it a little bit of time, and see it more clearly. Maybe it looks a little murky now, but if we give it time to process, we'll see a clearer picture, a lighter shade of paint, a green and brown cupcake. We'll be able to see things more clearly, for what they are. We know that God will help us through anything, but sometimes what we need most is to get out of that close up view and let God handle it.

Maybe after that, we'll be able to see that, yes, things will all work out:

Blue and purple cupcakes!

Taste and see that the Lord is good!
from Psalm 34:8

Friday, August 19, 2011

"Keep On... Keepin' On"

Today's UCC Stillspeaking Daily Devtional was called "Keep On... Keepin' On" and it was written by Ron Buford.

The third point Buford gives really struck a chord with me:

Third, show that you believe by moving forward 
before there is tangible or visible reason to do so—
even while weeping, sow seeds for the future you envision, 
though the path may be uncertain 
and you may just not feel like it . . .  yet.

Why? Because I've done this so many times. I've felt that sort of Why is this happening? feeling... and I just keep moving forward, keep hoping... I could recognize myself in this devotional... And that fact that this devotional was written and put out there says, 'Hey, guess what - when you feel like you're not sure what's going to happen, or you're overwhelmed, or you're just hoping for a light, something, anything... You're not alone in that. There's nothing wrong with it. Just keep moving forward, keep hoping; don't get stuck.'

Have you felt like this? What ways has God brought you through it in the past?

I feel a tinge of this now, what with relocating and worrying about how I'm going to get around (without getting lost) and finding a job near school and making new friends (and trying to stay in touch with the old)... But I've got hope. And I know that God has brought me through harder, scarier times than this. So I know it's going to be all right.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Tag Sale Miracles

From the World English Dictionary,

Miracle (n.):
 1. an event that is contrary to the established laws of nature and attributed to a supernatural cause
 2. any amazing or wonderful event
 3. a person or thing that is a marvelous example of something
 4. short for miracle play
 5. (modifier) being or seeming a miracle

Today, my family and I held a tag sale. As I said before, it was very much last minute. On Thursday, we decided it was going to happen and began picking things out around the house and pricing items. On Friday, we hung signs and priced items (though most of the day was spent working) and then packed up the car in the middle of the night. This morning, at 8 AM, we drove our goods over to our aunt's house and unloaded everything in her driveway. We had our first customers shortly after the tag sale opened for business.


I started this blog by defining miracles because what I saw from strangers today was just that. I made up signs telling people that the money from this tag sale would help pay for books  for my first semester at seminary. And people were interested. People traded their quarters for my knick knacks, and before they departed they'd leave me with their blessings - "Good luck!" was a favorite, "It is a wonderful thing you're doing," or something similar was another; one woman told me, "It'll be hard work, what you're doing, but it's the best work you can do."  I really mean it when I say that support in spirit, even a quick blessing, is one of the most amazing things you can give to someone. And while each of these interactions was an amazing or wonderful event, there were a few instances today where I met people who really were marvelous examples of God's love between strangers others, this is one that especially touched my heart:

These two girls, who must have been about ten years old, came during a lull in the tag sale. Right away, they came to the table where I was and looked at the miniature figurines I had pulled out of a box in the basement and bought all of them at 25 cents a pop. They noticed my signs and the article from the paper on the table and asked me about school. I told them, "I want to be a pastor. I'm trying to raise money to help with supplies for the fall semester." They gave me big smiles and went off to deliberate over the other items that we'd managed to dig up out of the dark recesses of cellar. These girls had brought about $20 to the tag sale, and they picked up some keychains and chotchkes that caught their eye, and some craft supplies for their mom. They came over and made a second purchase, then went off and mulled over the tables and blankets full of items some more. They picked up a charcoal drawing I had done of a ballerina, priced at one dollar. They came over to the table and said,

 "We'd like to pay $5.50 for this. To help you with school." 

Well, when you're ten years old, it takes a long time to earn twenty dollars - that's a lot of washed dishes, walked dogs, and room cleaning. And I know they could have bought at least two ice creams each off the ice cream truck. Instead, they gave everything they had, and they didn't expect anything in return.

I offer a word of thanks for these two amazing girls, whose love is overflowing; their goodwill and kindness - what they may have thought was just a small, nice thing to do - means so much. Thank you!

Until next time, peace & blessings!
-Maddie-