28 September 2014

A quiet breakfast

today. Just Cindi and Bekah and I. The memories of busy crazy breakfasts juxtaposed themselves. A crowded table after church on Sundays with all the kids home, sometimes their friends, Dave and Jo, and whoever might be visiting. Everyone talking louder and louder, the laughter, two cats wandering around and the dog begging scraps.

We usually have David, Meaghan and Lydia join us, but they attended her parents' church today. Dave was up in Michigan for a surprise birthday party for his nephew, Russ. So it was just us three. And Lucy. She's still around AND still begging.

Instead of just expecting a weekly crowd, we now look forward to visits when the house will be noisy with grandchildren and children and friends. And in between? Lots of quiet and silence. In which, like Bilbo,

"....I listen for returning feet
And voices at the door."

Very excited

to attend Church this morning because I get to sit in the nave instead of balcony. A true "back to normal" Sunday! Am eager to experience that lovely space from a different angle and perspective and to check out the sound.

27 September 2014

This-n-That

This week I was privileged to speak at the International Disaster Response Conference, held on the lovely campus of Concordia Theological Seminary in Fort Wayne, Indiana.


I wish I could have attended a bit longer and learned more! I presented on Worship in a Time of Disaster: Semper et Ubique. The radical words of the Preface challenge us to see that the Church gives thanks to God through Jesus Christ at ALL times and in ALL places. 


In an idea I stole from Dr. Joseph Herl I suggested that all of liturgy and hymnody is practice for the worship that takes place in disaster...whether communal or personal. We practice to be able to fall down with Job and declare: "The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away. BLESSED BE THE NAME OF THE LORD!" This is possible for us through Jesus Christ because we bow together before Him who knew life as a refuge, who knew what hunger is, who knew what it was to weep at the grave of a friend, and who experienced in his own flesh the violence of those who think they serve God by inflicting suffering and death on others. And He triumphed over them all, loving all the way! So His life never ends and so we are baptized into Him are called upon to offer in and through Him a sacrifice of thanksgiving to God.

When my presentation was over, Ross Johnson, Director of Disaster Response, gave me this beautifully hand-painted original piece of art called "Doxology." The artist is Patti Miller.


We have it hanging now in our living room, a constant reminder that praise to Father, Son, and Holy Spirit is the calling of our lives, the great gift we are given through our Savior.



21 September 2014

Yup

It's as great as all the hype. The iPhone 6, I mean. I've only had the puppy for a few days and I'm totally addicted. The camera and video features are truly made for a klutz like me. Point and shoot and it just looks great. And the stabilization is a godsend for shakey hands like mine. 

This is Carlo's Postlude

from today. Loved it!

15 September 2014

Another pic

from the Rededication, courtesy of John Klinger.


09 September 2014

Channel Five Gives St. Paul's About 30 Seconds!

You can watch here (AFTER the commercial).

A nice write up

on the Worship Institute by the Reporter: click here.

08 September 2014

Pastor Ball's Homily at the Rededication

Saint Paul Lutheran Church

The Divine Service of Rededication

September 7, 2014

St. Luke 19:1-10

 

In the Name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.

 

            Jesus, the eternal Son of God comes to dwell with sinners.  He comes to this house, to be present according to the promises of His Word to forgive, bless, relieve, comfort, guide, sustain, redeem, and save His people.  He comes to seek out the lost and save them.  This is what he does always.  He comes to a house made with hands and He makes it a place of salvation by His presence, by His words.  83 years ago our fathers and mothers in the true faith gathered in this Church for the first time and dedicated it as the house and temple of God, invoking the Name of the Blessed Trinity.  They prayed that here He would dwell and be present for them and for us who would come after them.  Today, we rededicate this house, asking the same thing, we wish to see Jesus here, to have Him come to this house and save us, forgive us, be our guest and our host and he does just that.  And for him to do it for those who come after us.  He said, “Today salvation has come to this house…for the Son of Man came to seek and to save the lost.”    And he does it.

            Last year on November 10th, it was a Sunday like most, except of course it was the Sausage Supper day.  The Word of God was preached, the Sacrament was administered and right after Church the pastor took a quick nap before heading out to the fry shed.  Then we learned how quickly something that you think you can hold onto can be taken away from you.  Many of you had been coming to this Church your entire life, and very quickly it was taken away.  Well, the building was renovated, restored, but it was gone, for a while.  Buildings burn, they deteriorate, eventually they fall.  They can be built up again, made beautiful again as we see today.  But if Jesus is not here, not present, not preached, not believed then it wasn’t worth restoring.  But Jesus is here, and He comes even without our asking, just like He did with Zacchaeus. 

Zacchaeus was yearning for a vision of the Lord Jesus, hoping to catch a glimpse of him.  Zacchaeus, was a rich man; rich off of the taxes of others.  Why would he need to see Jesus?  Because he was a sinner and he knew it.  And here is where Jesus does what only he can do, something that would seem to be rude, as you shouldn’t invite yourself to someone’s house.  That is just what Jesus does though, “Zacchaeus, hurry and come down, for I must stay at your house today.”  Why must Jesus go there to that house, because the Son of Man came to seek and to save the lost.”  Zacchaeus.  You.  And so He comes here.  To this beautiful place, to this house.  And like Zacchaeus, we receive Jesus joyfully.  For where Jesus is, there is the Father and the Holy Spirit.  Undivided God.  Holy, Holy, Holy, Heilig, Heilig, Heilig, as they used to say here.  Here comes God, to this place, to save and forgive sinners, you. 

But what of the grumbling?  “He has gone in to be the guest of a man who was a sinner”.  Well that is what Jesus has come to do, to be the uninvited guest, to be near sinners, and that is what you have to understand and believe.  He comes to this house as the one who serves sinners, and you need to understand and believe that you need him, not just on Christmas or Easter, or on a day like today.  You need Him always.  If  you were honest with yourself you would understand and believe this.  You simply cannot hide from God the things you have done against Him and His commands.  Those who were grumbling about Jesus going to the house of a sinner, could not imagine that they would need Jesus to seek and save them.  They could not be honest with themselves, examine themselves and see their great need of salvation.  This is what you are to do, examine yourself and see what is in your heart is wretched, and see how you have rejected the true God by your thoughts and deeds, by your words things said, and also things not said that needed to be.  Zacchaeus had no problem understanding and believing he was a sinner, he even told Jesus that He was.  He had stolen.  Jesus sees that Zacchaeus is a son of Abraham through faith in Him because what sinners need above all is Him. 

And what you need is Him to offer Himself for you as a sinner.  This is what He did.  He went to the cross, without grumbling, not condemning the world that rejected Him, but saving the world by dying.  Saving you by dying.  This is why He came of course, to die for you.  Salvation comes through His death and his house for but a few days was a tomb.  But He is out of the prison house of death.  It could not hold him, and the prison house of death cannot hold you, it cannot hold those who 83 years ago dedicated this house and now are at rest in the grave.  Someday like the blessed dead who have been buried from here, you will be in your casket right here, and then placed in the cemetery down the road, but you will not be lost in death.   Jesus lives to save.

 He lives to save you, to save you from the prison house of death.  He lives to seek you out in your sins and now he brings you to this house, drawn by His Spirit, to be forgiven here, to be saved here through preaching and His word, saved here by eating His body and drinking His blood. Saved here together with your brothers and sisters in Christ, joined together as one Body with Christ as the head of us all.   Living in a house made with hands, made beautiful again after fire, to live together waiting for the day when we with the blessed dead who lived here once will be joined together again in house not made with hands, in the new heaven and the new earth, the holy city, the new Jerusalem.  For behold the dwelling place of God is with men.  It is now, here.  It will be there, when he wipes away every tear from our eyes and there will be no mourning or crying or pain anymore for the former things will pass away.  There will be a day when this house will no longer stand, fire will come upon the earth, but listen to what Jesus says, “Behold, I am making all things new”.  This house is new again, but soon, even better, all the people of God in Christ Jesus will be in His Father’s house, prepared by Jesus Himself through His death and resurrection.  And then you will no longer find Him by His Word of promise, then you will no longer be a sinner at all, but resurrected and alive, with Him,  His Father’s house, brought together by the Spirit, to live, not lost, but found and saved with every tear wiped away, with no pain, but alive with Him. And  you will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.  Amen.

            

07 September 2014

Better pics, courtesy of Meaghan Weedon




Originals are here.

Homily for Evening Prayer

A God who is everywhere is not much different from a God who is nowhere. What we need is a God who is somewhere. (Nagel) And that is the God of Israel. A God who in unfathomable mercy and kindness locates Himself in an “x marks the spot” sort of way so that His people can find him, can go to where He promises to be for them, can offer there their prayers and praises to heaven, His dwelling place, and at that earthly meeting place forgiving sin.

So the old temple that Solomon, Son of David, dedicated in Jerusalem was a connecting place of sorts. There earth could come up to touch heaven for a bit, there sinners could flee to find sacrifices of blood with promise of forgiveness, there petitioners could address their requests to the God who is like no other, the God who keeps covenant and shows steadfast love to those who walk before Him with all their heart, there earthly hymns mingled with heavenly ones. And it was a beautiful place. Adorned with the skills of men working their utmost for His highest. Every bit of art and music shouting out: Holy, holy, holy!

And yet, people loved by God, majestic and awesome as Solomon’s temple was, it pales in comparison to THIS house whose rededication it is our joy to celebrate today. Yes, for between that temple and this, came great Solomon’s greater Son, building the grand temple of His body, the Church. A temple that would not stand for a few measly years only to be swept away in a time of war and bloodshed. A temple, instead, built of living stones. Of sinners whose sins have been covered by the blood of the One sacrifice, the offering of Christ upon His cross, a fragrant offering, acceptable to His Father. And in this sacrifice to end all blood sacrifices, wiping out a world’s sin, the cornerstone of this majestic new temple of God was laid. Cross and resurrection, a stone of stumbling, a rock of offense, but the one who hopes in the crucified and yet risen Lord shall NOT be put to shame. By His Spirit He has enlivened stone upon stone, person upon person, sins wiped out in His blood, His Spirit uniting hearts to Him in faith, and to each other in love, and so the temple grows in majesty through the centuries. Lives linked to the Savior’s undying life. One holy Church, the Body of Christ. You and me part of it.

And so to THIS temple, to this place, which is the inverse of Solomon’s temple. There, you remember, the holiest place was sealed off by the curtain and only with the blood of atoning sacrifice could the high priest ever enter, and only once a year, to obtain that forgiveness for which the people yearned. But behold the open arch. Behold heaven itself come down to you, born for you of the Virgin, crucified for you on the tree of the cross to cover your sin and pouring out on you in Baptism and through His Words the gift of the Spirit, building you into His house. And above all behold the altar. Have you missed it as much as I have this year? I think you have. Here the one offering that was upon the cross for the wiping out of the world’s sins, all yours and all mine, here it is ceaselessly given to us. The body and blood that opened heaven and made it our home again. In Solomon’s temple, yearning earth reached up to touch heaven. But here Holy heaven, with overflowing joy, gushes forth to touch earth.

Solomon’s temple could point forward to the age of grace and picture it in some ways. But it was nowhere near as great as this place, this beautiful place two miles north of Hamel IL where Solomon’s greater Son continues His temple building in your life. Here you may gather every week around the sacrifice of God’s Lamb and He, alive and never to die again, your Great High Priest delights to impart to you His Body and Blood that heaven and earth cannot contain and yet who was contained in the Virgin’s womb for you, on Calvary’s tree for you, and on this lovely altar and so in your mouths, in your hearts, in your lives.

A God who is everywhere is not much different than a God who is nowhere. But YOUR God is somewhere. He is here as He promises and it is He and His presence which is the true adornment that all the beauty and the art and the music proclaim. For you see, this truly is an awesome place. It truly is the house of God and the gate of heaven, because here is Your Jesus. For you. Amen.

Twas a Glorious Day

from start to finish. After Pastor blessed the doors and opened the Church again, we processed into the joyous ringing of the handbells (and boy do they sound loud in the new room!). The school children sang the hymn that was originally sung when the Church was first blessed: "Komm, Heiliger Geist!" and did so auf Deutsch for stanza one, and then repeated it in English, and then the congregation belted out stanzas two and three. Pastor blessed one holy object after another: font, lectern, pulpit, and finally the altar. The choir confessed the mystery of this day in the Graudal: Locus Iste. In a fabulous homily, Pastor reminded us that even so lovely a space as this will one day fall to dust; but that Christ builds Himself a Church that never will be destroyed and builds it even in our bodies. The beautiful liturgy of the Holy Communion brought its tremendous comfort, as ever, and we sang it with overflowing joy. Handel's "Glory to God" began the Distribution and the joy grew in hymn after hymn. My favorite was the "At the Lamb's High Feast." To kneel down and receive again from that altar the gift of the Savior's body and blood...words fail. Such joy. Things back to the way they should be.

Following the liturgy, we gathered for a picture on the steps of the Church. Picnic followed, with bouncy house for kids, with pastor in the dunking booth, with St. Paul's usual barrage of food. After visiting for a bit, I came home and enjoyed a few hours of quiet.















The Evening Prayer liturgy wrapped up the day and I was blessed to stand again in that old pulpit, but as a guest pastor. It's not my pulpit anymore and it was the oddest sensation to be far, far more at home up in the balcony singing with choir than standing in front and serving there. St. Paul's is my beloved home congregation and I cannot thank God enough for the pastors he has sent us: Pastor Ball and Pastor Gleason continue to provide us one joy after another. But truly the better part is to sit with Mary at the feet of Jesus and soak up the gifts rather than serving the gifts out. I remember years ago when my friend Lee Maxwell had cancer and had to step aside from the pulpit. He said the same thing to me: actually, nothing beats receiving the gifts. He was right. Nothing does.

We ended the day lingering at the bonfire with a bright autumn moon shining down on us and the noise of children running and playing and feasting on s'mores. A blessed, blessed day indeed.

Psalm 141

during Evening Prayer on the day of St. Paul's Rededication:

Carlo's postlude at today's Rededication Divine Service

06 September 2014

Rededication Tomorrow



Tomorrow will be the rededication of St. Paul's. The building has been out of commission since a fire damaged it during last year's Sausage Supper. Tomorrow we will be worshipping in our refurbished church once again - glory to God! 

Join us if you can: Divine Service is at 9:30 a.m.; Evening Prayer at 7 p.m.

A few pictures to whet your appetite:


28 August 2014

Tahini

has a powerful odor. Just sayin'.

How Lovely Is Thy Dwelling Place, O Lord of Hosts!

A few more pics as things pull together at St. Paul's anticipating the rededication services on September 7th:

We preach Christ crucified! On the arch above the pulpit.

And in the midst of the golden candlestick was One like the Son of Man!

Go ye into all the world and preach the Gospel to the whole creation: Whoever believes and is baptized will be saved!

Compass rose from the balcony

Before whose eyes Jesus Christ was publicly portrayed as crucified.

27 August 2014

You know...

...you really shouldn't drink coffee at your work station. Not when you talk with your hands. And your coffee ends up spilling on your computer.

Not that this is the first time this has happened. I usually just clean it off and truck on. So I did the same today. Only...

About half an hour later, the e stopped working. Kind of difficult to type in English without an e. Then the number 2 went out. Then the letter d decided to type itself. Yeah. So. I had called IT when the e went out, not even thinking about the spill. But by the time we figured out that it was a bit of serious problem, I was panicking.

Work to get finished today and tomorrow. Heading out to conference in MD on Friday. It CAN'T die. Fortunately, the IT whizzes at work swapped out my hard drive into a smaller MacBook Pro and so by 1 p.m. I was back in business. But with the morning hour's lost! Grr. All because of coffee. And moving hands. And talking.

I heated up my cup of coffee this afternoon and put it safely ACROSS THE ROOM on the credenza. I think I MAY have learned something. Maybe.

14 August 2014

Patristic Selection (too long to call a quote!) of the Day

Just came across this one again:

And by letter here he means the Law which punishes them that transgress; but by spirit the grace which through Baptism gives life to them who by sins were made dead.

...

And what does this mean? In the Law, he that has sin is punished; here, he that has sins comes and is baptized and is made righteous, and being made righteous, he lives, being delivered from the death of sin.

The Law, if it lay hold on a murderer, puts him to death; the Gospel, if it lay hold on a murderer, enlightens, and gives him life.

And why do I instance a murderer? The Law laid hold on one that gathered sticks on a sabbath day, and stoned him. Numbers 15:32-36 This is the meaning of, the letter kills. The Gospel takes hold on thousands of homicides and robbers, and baptizing delivers them from their former vices. This is the meaning of, the Spirit gives life.

The former makes its captive dead from being alive, the latter renders the man it has convicted alive from being dead.

For, come unto me, you that labor and are heavy laden, Matthew 11:28 and, He said not, 'I will punish you,' but, I will give you rest. For in Baptism the sins are buried, the former things are blotted out, the man is made alive, the entire grace written upon his heart as it were a table.

St. John Chrysostom, unpacking 2 Corinthians 3:6 The letter killeth but the spirit giveth life.

12 August 2014

Thy Strong Word - John 2

Pastor Lukomski and I had a romp through this chapter. You can listen here.

10 August 2014

St. Lawrence Day

Here's a fine homily for this day from Pr. Curtis:

St. Lawrence, 2014
Trinity & Zion – Worden & Carpenter, IL
Rev. H. R. Curtis
John 12, 2 Cor 9
The Cheerfullest Giver

Today we celebrate the feast of St. Lawrence of Rome, a deacon of the 3rd century. St. Lawrence is known primarily for two features, which are reflected in our readings today: his care for the poor and his martyrdom. And in all of it, St. Lawrence shines forth with joy – truly a cheerful giver.

The year was 258, dark days for the Roman Empire. The government was broke and Christianity was illegal – a nice combination if you are the mayor of Rome, called the prefect. The emperor had ordered all of the clergy of the Church to be killed and that dark work was already well under way by August 7th, 258. But the prefect of Rome had got to thinking – what about all the riches of the Church? Before we kill all these guys we ought to find out where they have it stashed. 

And so the prefect of the city of Rome orders the head deacon, Lawrence, to come in for a chat. As a deacon, Lawrence’s job was not only to help out in the Sunday service but was especially to care for the property of the Church, to see to it that the gifts of the people were used properly and wisely: to see to it that the church buildings were kept up; that the ministers received their sustenance; that the articles of worship like the chalice for communion, or the paintings, or the stained glass, or the vestments were purchased and cared for; that all was kept in good order; and that those people in the Church’s family who truly could not care for themselves and were in need were cared for. That was St. Lawrence's job.

But to the Roman prefect he was just the guy with the key to the vault. “Give us all the Church’s riches!” 

Now put yourself in Lawrence’s place. For days you have witnessed your friends being dragged off by the government and executed for their faith. You have been busy hiding whatever people you can, getting people out of town, etc. The meanest, foulest sort of men are chasing down all the people you love, seeking to destroy God’s holy Church.

And now on top of that they are demanding you to hand over all the beautiful things in the church – all the gold chalices, the paintings, the works of art, that were paid for with the people’s gifts. These wicked men are demanding that the Church hand over to them the money that the people of God gave to support the ministers of the Church – the very ministers they had just killed with the sword!
How would you respond? Would you already be too depressed to get out of bed? Would you fly off the handle in an angry tirade? Would you break down in tears?

Not Lawrence. He has a plan. A crazy, funny, joyous plan. In these dark days St. Lawrence, or Larry –I don’t think he’ll mind if we can call him Larry and it seems to fit better – even in these dark days Larry could see the absurdity. 

“Give me three days, o Prefect, and I shall deliver to you all the treasures of the Church.” 

The Prefect was delighted – that was easy! For since he was a cowardly, greedy, faithless man he thought that all men were like him. He supposed that Larry just wanted three more days to live and would be happy to sell out his Church for the chance to live for 72 more hours.

But no, Larry had a plan: a plan to fulfill his duties as deacon, and a plan to play the most outlandish practical joke on this Roman prefect. So for three days Larry went on a wild reverse shopping spree. Every golden chalice, every piece of art, every chair, every lamp, everything! – he sold it all. He emptied the bank accounts and closed them down, and then he filled the pockets of every lame, blind, palsied, and leprous man in all of Rome. 

And then, on August 10th, he marched the whole parade of the poor to the prefect’s front door and said, “There you go! Here are the treasures of the Church. As you can see, we are even richer than your emperor!”

Infuriated, the prefect ordered that Larry was not to be beheaded, quick and clean, like the rest of the clergy of the city – no, he would be beaten and then roasted alive on a grill. 

Now again: put yourself in Larry’s shoes. Do you beg for your life? Turn pale and throw up? Faint? Not Larry. He’s a man of faith. He knows where he’s going. He knows the Jesus who speaks to us today in the Gospel lesson, the Bread of Life, the Seed that was sown so He could bear much fruit, the Jesus who died and rose again. The Jesus who shed His blood so that we could be cleansed of our sins – the Jesus who got up from the dead, glorious and eternally living, and who promises us a likewise glorious resurrection. 

So Larry didn’t beg. He didn’t faint. He took his beating without a word. And then when they threw him on the red hot grill he gritted his teeth and bore up under the suffering, but after a while he couldn’t control himself: he opened his mouth and said to the soldiers, “Boys, I’m done on this side, you’d better flip me over before you eat.”

Ha! The Lord loves a cheerful giver – and Larry was certainly that. 

Now, I hope that you will not share the martyrs' fate – but you certainly share their faith. So how can we not be cheerful? Don’t we know the same Jesus that St. Larry of the Grill knew? Don’t we know where we are headed? Don’t we know that death is not the end of our story? Don’t we know that the things of this world are nothing but tools to be used for God’s purposes? Don’t we know that the only thing that matters is clinging to Jesus and following His commandments of love? 

Lord willing your life will not be anywhere near as dramatic as that of St. Lawrence. But I do hope it is filled with as much joy: the joy comes from knowing Jesus. The joy that makes it possible to be a cheerful giver. 

What can we learn from the wry comedy of St. Lawrence? In the face of a world that is so deadly serious about its sins and about its greed and about its cruelty, we can learn from St. Lawrence to laugh, to see how ridiculous the world is. People live and die for such foolish things: for money, for power, for lust, and for fame. But we live and die for Jesus Christ. The contrast is so enormous that we do not know whether to laugh or to cry. St. Lawrence did both. And now his tears are dried and he is very happy in heaven. Where that prefect or those soldiers are depends on whether or not they learned anything from St. Lawrence – whether they clung to the Word and learned to laugh at this world, too. For humility and humor and generosity and courage all come from the same place: faith in Jesus.

In the Name...


09 August 2014

666

Well, that's its number in Lutheran Service Book at any rate. Its words have been much in mind of late. I am more convinced than ever we need to teach them to our children for enduring what they will face and we need to hold them tight to our own hearts as well:

O little flock, fear not the foe
Who madly seeks your overthrow;
Dread not his rage and pow'r.
And though your courage sometimes faints,
His seeming triumph o'er God's saints
Lasts but a little hour.

Be of good cheer; your cause belongs
To Him who can avenge your wrongs;
Leave it to Him, our Lord.
Tho' hidden still from mortal eyes,
His Gideon shall for you arise,
Uphold you and His Word.

As true as God's own Word is true,
Not earth nor hell's satanic crew
Against us shall prevail.
Their might? A joke, a mere facade!
God is with us and we with God—
Our vict'ry cannot fail.

Amen, Lord Jesus, grant our prayer;
Great Captain now Thine arm make bare,
Fight for us once again!
So shall Thy saints and martyrs raise
A mighty chorus to Thy praise 
Forevermore. Amen.

08 August 2014

How sweet is that?

My daughter-in-law wrote me that her mom, Karen, always listens to the Bible Study on KFUO. And since I came on air this week with the new Thy Strong Word, when she's keeping Lydia (David and Meaghan's daughter), Lydia looks this way and that while the show is on. She thought it might be fluke but she's kept doing it and she never did it before. Poor love doen't understand why she can hear her grandpa and yet not see him!

06 August 2014

Beautiful Setting of "Jerusalem the Golden"

borrowed from our friends in WELS:




Litany from Tuesday's Evening Prayer

at the liturgical institute, that I was privileged to lead:





05 August 2014

Check out

THY STRONG WORD on KFUO: click here.

03 August 2014

Worship Institute

It certainly did not go off without a hitch; yet none of the hitches ended up getting in the way of what was a wonderful (and exhausting) week at Concordia, Seward as we soaked in the comfort of the Word, sang His praises, and received His gifts. If you are a musician, lay person interested in worship, or a pastor of the LCMS, I wish you had been with us to experience it. The music was off the charts. The preaching was outstanding (from President Harrison to Chaplain Ball, from Chaplain Esget to Pastor Wolfmueller). The comfort in Christ was abundant. 2017 is next Institute. BE THERE! You'll be blessed!

OH WOW

Today Carlo played a little bit for us before Bible Class. It sounded like a different instrument. His comment: "This is the instrument designed for this room!" Night and day difference. Getting mega-excited for the rededication!

02 August 2014

St. Paul's!





Yes


Now all the heav’nly splendor
Breaks forth in starlight tender
From myriad worlds unknown;
And we, this marvel seeing,
Forget our selfish being
For joy of beauty not our own.

We need more power outages so that we can again see what Gerhardt saw, what Abraham saw when God told him to go outside the tent and look up. We need more exposure to this beauty that we did not create, so that we can understand what beauty is.

When our technology and advancement cut us off from being able to perceive and see the beauty of our God that shines forth from His world, they do us a huge disservice.

01 August 2014

Now Rest Beneath

Nun Ruhen at hymn festival during Institute: Now Rest Beneath

Well, WOW. Just WOW.

The musicians of the LCMS are simply beyond good. They MADE the institute's worship. Thank you to them all, and I won't try to list you all, because I'll leave someone out! But wow.

Above all the service pictured here, the opening Divine Service. This was beyond shadow of doubt the most beautiful, reverent and joyful Divine Service I have ever attended anywhere. Wow. From President Harrison's homily (Joseph's pants!) to Pastor Esget's reverent and gracious presiding, from Jeff Blersch's sensitivity in organ leadership (disappearing at times so the four part chant could take over, and at other times using the organ to give full voice to our joy in the Lord) to the musicianship of the assembly itself. ALL of it worked together to the full glory of God and the overwhelming comfort of poor sinners. Thank you, one and all who participated.

Here's a taste of the heaven we enjoyed:

Agnus Dei

and from the Hymn festival:

All My Heart

I am particularly appreciative of Deaconess Sandra Bowers who is the one who is primarily responsible for making this dream come true! And to Pr. Ball and Pr. Esget for serving as our chaplains.

26 July 2014

Luther's first hymn

Flung to the heedless winds
Or on the waters cast,
The martyrs' ashes, watched,
Shall gathered be at last.
And from that scattered dust,
Around us and abroad,
Shall spring a plenteous seed
Of witnesses for God.

The Father hath received
Their latest living breath,
And vain is Satan's boast 
Of victory in their death.
Stil, still, tho' dead, they speak,
And, trumpet-tongued, proclaim
To many a wakening land
The one availing Name.

—TLH 259, Martin Luther, upon the death of the young Augustinian martyrs John and Henry, burned at the stake in Brussels. This is only a very small selection of the hymn (really a ballad), but they seemed particularly fitting, thinking of the many who are shedding their blood for Christ in Syria, Iraq, Egypt and elsewhere. 

As images trickle out

of the horrid persecution of our fellow Christians under ISIS, the importance of remembering the persecuted in prayer comes to mind. Here is the paragraph that touches on this in LSB's General Prayer I:

Comfort, O God, with Your Holy Spirit all who are in trouble, want, sickness, anguish of labor, peril of death, or any other adversity. Grant courage and steadfastness especially to those who suffer for Your name’s sake that they may receive and accept their afflictions in the confidence that You will acknowledge them as Your own.

This, though, is not exactly how the older prayer used to read. It was more audacious. If you look in your old The Lutheran Hymnal on pages 23, 24:

All who are in trouble, want, sickness, anguish of labor, peril of death, or any other adversity, especially those who are suffering for Thy name's and for Thy truth's sake, comfort, O God, with Thy Holy Spirit, that they may receive and acknowledge their afflictions as the manifestation of Thy fatherly will.

And I ask myself, if I were under horrid persecution for the Gospel, which petition would I want my brothers and sisters in the body of Christ to pray for me? That I would receive and accept my afflictions in the confidence that God will acknowledge me as His own or that I would receive and acknowledge my afflictions as the manifestation of God's fatherly will?

To the world the older prayer makes no sense at all; seems an absolute affront to our notions about God. But when you're with Jesus in your own Gethsemane, I suspect the comfort of "Thy will be done" addressed to our precious Abba is what will carry the day for us. The older prayer, simply put, invited us into Jesus' prayer and in that there is an abundance of peace.

24 July 2014

Stopped in

again at St. Paul's as we headed up to Rich's to pick up Cindi's vehicle. The floors are both looking fantastic. I can't even begin to describe what it's like for our parish. We are all so very eager just to be able to pray again in that hallowed space, to sing before the altar, to receive from it our Lord's body and blood. Yes, we have been very blessed despite the fire. But the anticipation among us all is building to fevered pitch to be back HOME. That's the word. St. Paul's is our home. It's the place our pastors read the Word to us and preach the saving Gospel; the place we gather and sing the holy liturgy; the place we receive the most holy Eucharist and rejoice with new sisters and brothers in the baptismal waters; the place we gather to lay our dead to rest in the hope of the resurrection. I have been amazed at the emotional (and dare I say, spiritual?) difficulty of this past year, not having our church HOME to gather in. The renovations are all stunning and beautiful, and they are a very good stewardship of this place we've been entrusted with and will bless the next generations. And yet we all just want to "go home" - to be back in our beloved nave. It's very near, God willing.

23 July 2014

Today in Chapel

I ended up both playing and preaching. Well, sort of. I let Paul Gerhardt carry the heavy weight in both the message and in the music, but I got the pleasure of playing Stephen Johnson's remarkable tune for "Entrust Your Days and Burdens." A new Crüger, I tell you. What a match of text and tune!

21 July 2014

It hits me

every year. I sit and watch the pale sunlight fade in the ever quickening evenings of summer and a sense of sadness settles. How few are the summers of our lives! And the summers I hold in my mind now a memory and nothing more. The daisy fields at Aunt Emma's, the breakfast tables laden with tasty pork and fresh summer's fruit, the lazy afternoon dance of the dragonflies on the branch down the hill from the barn. It wasn't my home (it was my mom's) and yet the memories tend to gather there. And then a shift a few miles down the road: Sissy and I venturing to the spring house at Grandma Bess's in search of peanut butter. The little lizards that populated the spring itself and the water that tasted sweeter and better than any other on God's green earth. Fields of black-eyed susans. Driving past Ralph's old place in such a state of disrepair. Mom's dire warnings about the "black racers" that would chase you down if we ventured too near the run. Then suddenly back to the Old House.  One blessed evening when the cousins were all together and playing hide and seek in the woods as the lightning bugs flashed here and there and as it grew darker the whippoorwills singing  (but George and I were too little to participate and just heard their voices as we hung out on the front porch). Sigh. Blessed and wonderful memories. Faces long since vanished, or changed by the ravages of time. Random thoughts on the fading light of a summer's day.

20 July 2014

Baptized into Christ!

This morning at St. Paul's 7:45 Divine Service, our newest godchildren, Sammy and Joey, were baptized into Christ. Pr. Ball's use of the Alternate Order for Baptism, which is really a very clean adaptation of Luther's 1526 order, reminded me once again that this order is VASTLY to be preferred over the version that is printed in Lutheran Service Book.  It's so remarkably concise and straight-forward. None of that needless "explaining" that only ends up cluttering the liturgy. Rather, these boys were exorcised, signed with the cross, prayed over, renounced Satan and confessed the faith (through their sponsors), consented to Baptism, were brought into the family of God through the miracle of the water and Word joining them to Jesus in His death and resurrection, sealed with the Spirit, and illumined with the light of Christ. Pastors, if you've not considered the superiority of the alternate rite, check it out. It really is magnificent in its restraint.

Here are the proud sponsors with the lads following the liturgy:


17 July 2014

Was that a sigh of relief?

Yes, it was. Worship Book for Liturgical Institute FINALLY in hands of copy center. WHEW!

16 July 2014

Today's Chapel Homily

Reading:

Romans 8:18 For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us. 19 For the creation waits with eager longing for the revealing of the sons of God. 20 For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of him who subjected it, in hope 21 that the creation itself will be set free from its bondage to corruption and obtain the freedom of the glory of the children of God. 22 For we know that the whole creation has been groaning together in the pains of childbirth until now. 23 And not only the creation, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies.

Meditation:

You know something about the sufferings of this present time. You know them rather intimately and you’d really rather not. Suffering, particularly the suffering of those we love, has a way of consuming all our vision. Like a massive vacuum it sucks our vitality and energy right down. 

Today the Holy Spirit through St. Paul gives us a different way of thinking about suffering. You see, he holds all the pain and sorrow of this life up against the glory that waits for us. And he finds that the sufferings are simply outweighed. 

What’s coming, what’s headed our way, this renewal of all creation, this setting free of the entire cosmos into the glorious liberty of God’s children, this shining world that Isaiah foretold where there was no fear because there was no death. Lions and bears playing with children and even the poisonous vipers tamed and freed and playing with the little ones! Sufferings banished in bodies resurrected and made incorruptible. Futility and corruption, the falling apart of that which God joined together – body and soul – now forever banished. It's so huge. So immense. IT vacuums up the sorrows!

And St. Paul says that creation itself, then, waits on tiptoe for this unveiling of the sons of God. The creation itself groans along with us because it knows that this world as it is, is NOT this world as it shall be. It’s groaning in pangs of childbirth, waiting, longing, aching for the glory that IS surely coming.

How could Paul be so certain? It doesn’t look like there’s a great renewal coming. It looks like death wins the day. Over and over again. But you have been given the Holy Spirit, the firstfruits. This is the Spirit of Him who raised Jesus from the dead. This is the Spirit of Him who has already in His Son begun the renewal of this entire creation. Already there is human flesh, descended from Adam, that has been raised in incorruption and seated in glory. Your Jesus is the promise and payment that YOU will be set free too. The Spirit witnesses this hope inside you. And when the sufferings are bad, and the strain is very heavy, the Spirit reminds you again and again that the new life that shone forth from the grave on Easter is not just something for your Lord Jesus, but a new life that He won for you and will give to you. It’s yours now in a hidden way through your baptism, but it will be yours opens openly and manifestly on the day of Christ’s appearing! 

Groan, then, but groan in hope. Throw against the sorrow and dread, the song of the promise of what will be. The glory that outweighs every suffering. And so pray with the Spirit and the whole Church: Come, Lord Jesus! Amen.

Hymn 342: "What Hope! An Eden Prophesied"


11 July 2014

Diachronic vs. Synchronic Unity and Lectionary

Delivered as a workshop at the Liturgical Institute at Valpo in April of 2014. Again, not a polished paper, but might provide some food for thought.

It was a number of years back, maybe the last time I made it to this august Institute. I had driven up here with Dr. Lee Maxwell, whose writings (by the way) remain quite influential to me on the topic of this particular workshop. But being the dingbat that I am (I prefer to think of myself as the absent minded scholar…), I had made reservations at a hotel, but not bothered to write down or remember the NAME of the hotel. So we stopped at that one right by the University only to discover they weren’t expecting us and there was no room in the Inn. So a little befuddled and explaining to Lee that we’d surely find the right place before long I pulled out. and we drove for a bit. It was dusk. Then I noticed the most peculiar thing. “Lee!” said I. “Would you look at that! They have hung those traffic lights backwards. Is that weird or what?” To which Lee very excitedly responded: “They are not hung backwards, you idiot. You’ve turned the wrong way on a divided highway!” At which point we quickly crossed the median and, well, as there was no cop in sight and we were still living and breathing, all was well. Well, except for Lee swearing never to take another trip with me behind the wheel - a promise he has kept, by the way, for the last decade and more. Why bring up this ancient happening? Well because sometimes, sometimes there are signs, little hints, that things aren’t well, and we can either happily move along pretending all is still honkey dorey, or we might want to do some self-analysis and see if at some point we might have had a wrong turning.

So it was, of course, as a result of the Second Vatican Council that our Roman brothers and sisters began a reform of the liturgy. The Mass was put into the Vernacular. Various Eucharistic canons were provided to stand alongside the ancient Roman canon. But most striking, the lectionary was revised. For perhaps a thousand years plus, the system of readings for the Sunday Masses had been relatively fixed (with some regional displacements). The reading from the Old Testament was restored at last, usually keyed to the Gospel reading. And in order to allow each of the portraits of Christ provided by the individual evangelists to shine through, a three year system of readings was employed: A, the year of St. Matthew. B, the year of St. Mark. C, the year of  St. Luke. St. John ruled during Eastertide in all three years and did a bit of fill in during the year of St. Mark, given the brevity of that Gospel. Further, the second reading was now allowed a bit more independence and the ancient practice of lecio continua allowed for huge swaths of the epistles to be heard. One last very noteworthy feature was the use of a longer Psalm selection to replace the typically shorter gradual and verse or tract between the readings.

The thought was to let the Word of God more richly and fully impact and shape the Church’s life, and who on earth can be against that? Rather excitedly but without any extended reflection or discussion, jurisdiction after jurisdiction followed Rome’s lead in ditching the ancient Western lectionary and adopting the three year. The Episcopalians, the Lutherans, the Methodists. Soon, however, the niggling variations invited consideration of revising something that could be shared in common. Hence the Revised Common Lectionary. My own Synod’s three year system is clearly largely but not entirely in synch with that.

And yet… Are there any backward traffic lights around? One of the most astonishing to me is that despite the Church reading more Scripture in the assembly than ever before in our Western Churches, basic biblical literacy among our people seems to have plummeted to lows that would have been unthinkable a couple generations back  You mention Abraham and Sarah, or David and Bathsheba? You know the blank stares that these names receive, and even from folks who are not strangers in church! And we won’t even ask them about Mephibosheth or Maher-Shallal-hashbaz!

We read more and yet we remember and know less. What gives? Maybe that old Latin proverb nailed it after all: Non multa sed multum. Not many, but much. More on that in a few minutes.

Now, the nearly universal triumph of the three-year series in actual use by a billion plus Christians alive right now might have suggested that the older, historic one year series was simply dead and buried, one of those multitudinous footnotes of abandoned practice that litter the ecclesiastic landscape. It had had deficiencies, of course. Luther himself once complained that the epistles seemed to have been selected by a lover of works, and that all the good gospel sections in Paul's writings had been given short shrift. It’s been famously noted that in the old series we never ever heard John 3:16, nor the account of the Prodigal Son.

But like Lazarus, not only is the stink of the historic series greatly exaggerated, but the thing pops back to life when no one expected it!

In Rome, Benedict XVI restores the old Tridentine Mass as “an extraordinary rite” (and you can read voices in the Roman Catholic press today that suggest that this extraordinary needs to be the basis for a new ordinary and to go back to the experiments of the 50's in bringing it into English!). This means not only the restoration of the Latin Mass with its ceremonies, but also the restored use of the historic lectionary that was an integral part of that rite!

Among the Anglicans, there is this growing “continuing” movement that is marked by a turn back toward the earlier versions of the Book of Common Prayer with their version of the historic lectionary that tends to be an identical twin to the old Lutheran practice.

Among the Orthodox, we find a Western Rite persisting with a liturgy of St. Gregory following the Tridentine Mass with Orthodox adaptations and using the one year lectionary.

And last, but hopefully not least, among Lutherans, at least in my Synod, I think you can document a small but growing trend as more pastors and parishes adopt and become quite committed to the gentle revision of the older lectionary that appeared in LSB. This was possible because of the decision made by the lectionary committee to set the one year on a completely equal footing with the three year in all the resources of the LSB.

In the front of each of the Lectionary volumes that attend LSB, these words stand in the preface:

The Lectionary Committee of the LCMS Lutheran Hymnal Project began its work by examining past and present lectionaries to determine how and whether to revise the existing lectionaries in Lutheran Worship. Early in the process, the decision was made to recover and retain the "historic" lectionary, as used by Luther and subsequent generations of Lutherans and as included in The Lutheran Hymnal.

Although the Lectionary Committee acknowledged that relatively few LCMS congregations use the one-year lectionary, the committee concluded that such a lectionary should be included in the hymnal to serve both those who still customarily use it and those who may one day find their situation could best be served by the repetition inherent in this lectionary. Among the various reasons for retaining a one-year lectionary in Lutheran Service Book, the Lectionary Committee noted the following:


  • We are an historic Church and acknowledge the value of what has been handed down to us.
  • It is important to recognize the value of repetition. Given the increasing lack of biblical literacy within our society and even within the Church, there may be a need in the future for a one-year lectionary, with its annual repetition of key biblical texts.
  • The one-year lectionary is unique in that there are a number of older resources that support it, including hymnody, sermons by Luther and others, etc.


Revisions to the one-year lectionary have been very minor. The historic Gospels remain intact. Likewise, all the historic Epistles have been included. In a few cases, however, alternate Epistles and Gospels have been provided. Because the historic lectionary did not have assigned Old Testament readings, the committee has taken greater freedom in choosing these texts. As with the three-year lectionary, the committee has attempted to choose Old Testament readings that relate closely to the Holy Gospel by way of typological or prophetic connection. In addition, the committee attempted to provide a balanced selection of the various genres of Old Testament readings (e.g., prophetic writings, historical narrative).

Full propers have been prepared for the one-year lectionary, including a psalm and verse of the day, expanded introits, and minimally revised Collects of the Day for each Sunday and festival. All of these propers are contained in the Lutheran Service Book Altar Book. pp.xiv,xv.

This was prescient. Thus, although Rome and the Western Rite Orthodox simply mandate the use of the old Tridentine lectionary in its Extraordinary Rite; and the continuing Anglicans tend to employ the lectionaries of the earlier Book of Common Prayer; the LSB sought to address gently the criticisms raised against the historic series and thus update it to be a series that has four readings per Sunday: first, psalm, epistle and gospel; that respected the basic structure of the older series by allowing the Gospels to key off and to retain the traditional collects and so forth. No John 3:16? But historically we read John 3:1–15 on Holy Trinity, why not add a couple more verses? No prodigal son? But we read from the first half of Luke 15 each Trinity 5. What if we allowed the option of reading the first three verses and then skipping to the end of the chapter? So it was sort of a best of the old and best of the new approach. But running through it all was the consciousness that repetition, after all, is the mother of learning and that THAT may have been the true key to biblical literacy in the Western Churches in the past!

On the anxiety that might arise about the amount of Scripture read if a one year series is adopted, a thought to consider: in Lutheranism, the Mass lectionary was never intended to bear the burden of being the entirety of a Christian’s Biblical reading - and so we have long had daily lectionaries. LSB follows in this tradition, but the resources have gone further than ever: Treasury (or its digital version: the PrayNow App), provide for reading great swaths of Scripture each year. Great resources for “more of the story” but again, built on yearly repetition of key texts (this pattern also is found in Lutheran sources from places like Magdeburg and is distinct from Calvinist or Anglican stress on “getting through” the Bible in the year - In Magdeburg, for instance, you read through certain Apocryphal books, but never read from Deuteronomy at all, the focus being on the narrative sections).

So, with a sturdy implementation of a daily lectionary to fill in the corners, if you will, the Mass lectionary provides a basic scaffolding from which to enfold the rest of the material. Loehe spoke of it like this:

He (the Lutheran preacher) rejoices in the ancient pericopes and would not, even if he could, base his sermon in the Divine Service on free texts or continuous portions of Holy Scripture instead of those pericopes. Preferably he keeps [as his sermon text] for the Divine Service the Gospels, and leaves the Epistles in their place in the order of service, and he will not become weary in preaching on the Gospels. As the people love to hear them, so to him they will become richer and fuller the more he speaks on them. He learns, the more he treats them, the great wisdom of the homilitician to create access through the known to the unknown and to show all the teachings of the church in the familiar texts. The person who switches the texts every year is not fit as a preacher of the people, let alone, one may say, of the church. That which is always different and new, without a connection to the familiar texts, makes it hard for people to understand, but each person easily and gladly accepts new thoughts when they appear as freshly recognized depths of ancient wisdom. —Loehe, Three Books, p. 117.

Finally, think of those resources mentioned in the intro to the Lectionary for LSB:

We have the treasure trove of the old Postilla (the sermon collections)

Postilla of Luther (House and Church - house much better than Church)
Postilla of Gerhard (Repristination Press), Loehe (not in English, sadly),
selections from Postilla of Walther

We have the treasure trove of old Lutheran hymns often written toward these pericopes.

For example, for the Anglicans and the Lutherans, the first Sunday in Advent was always the Entrance into Jerusalem from Matthew’s Gospel. Think of the hymns that associate this event, then, with the season of Advent:

LSB 334 - Gerhardt's O Lord, How Shall I Meet You -

Your Zion strews before You green boughs and fairest palms...

LSB 335 - the Danish "O Bride of Christ Rejoice"

A humble beast He rides,
Yet as a King presides,
Though not arrayed in splendor
He makes the grave surrender.
Hosanna, praise, and glory!
Our King we bow before thee!

LSB 343 - Prepare the Royal Highway

God's people see Him coming:
Your own eternal king!
Palm branches strew before Him!
Spread garments! Shout and sing!

LSB 350 Come, Thou Precious Ransom, Come

My hosannas and my palms
Graciously receive, I pray Thee;

How much sense do these make without the traditional Gospel for Advent I keying off Advent??

Without the celebration of Gaudete, what exactly IS the point of that rose (pink) candle in the Advent wreath?


Day by Day (daily devos arranged from Luther's writings by Anglicans shortly after WWII)

God Grant It! (daily devos from Walther that follow the historic one year for weekly themes)

Think of connecting our folks again to the great texts of the Bach Cantatas!

FB groups on the historic lectionary (The One-ders)

So there are numerous pluses and a few cons, but none insurmountable. I’ll let Dr. Piepkorn have the final word. When this whole thing was just beginning to loom on the horizon, and not long before his death, he wrote:

“I confess that I share the view of those that feel that world Lutheran ties are more important than American solidarity.  Quite apart from this, however, I have basic misgivings about the use of a three-year cycle of pericopes.  With the irregular attendance of many of our people at divine worship and with the general lack of preparation for the service on the part of many of the worshippers that do come, I feel that a three-year cycle or even a two-year cycle would mean that many of our people would in the end be less acquainted with the Sacred Scriptures than they are now."  – A. C. Piepkorn, The Sacred Scriptures and the Lutheran Confessions, p. 13.

Which is to say: he noted the backwards lights and suggested not getting on the highway in that direction.

Comments, questions, insights, or just out and out disagreements?