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Blood moon arising

A litany for worship, inspired by Mark 13:24-37, Joel 2:31, Daniel 7:13, Acts 2:20, Revelation 6:12

With a blood moon steep arising, and the sun beyond its set; stars, wobbling in their course, submit to gravity’s fated threat.

The Apocalypse’s disclosure of the Promised One’s descent into creaturely exposure ’mid cruel suffering and lament.

Speak, O Ancient of Days, from moon’s eclipse, sun’s sunken shroud, from blackened hills and choking streams,

From sundered hopes and punctured screams, from molested soil and soul stooped, bowed.

Hence from silenced tongues bring clamorous crowd to greet the angels’ restive news of heaven’s ire with earth’s disdain.

With a blood moon steep arising, and the sun beyond its set, let watchful eyes and wakened hearts mark midnight hours and cockcrow dawns.

E’vn should earth decay and heaven betray, the Word will prevail over every travail.

Keep awake—though you know neither hour nor day, from hither or yon—for your Comforter surely hastens.

©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org

When life is violated

Grist for the contemplative mill in seasons of trouble

Selected by Ken Sehested

§ If it were all so simple! If only there were evil people somewhere insidiously committing evil deeds, and it were necessary only to separate them from the rest of us and destroy them. But the line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being. And who is willing to destroy a piece of his own heart? —Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

§ The ultimate weakness of violence is that it is a descending spiral, begetting the very thing it seeks to destroy. . . . Returning violence for violence multiples violence, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that. —Martin Luther King Jr.

§ When will our consciences grow so tender that we will act to prevent human misery rather than avenge it? —Eleanor Roosevelt

§ I know war as few other men now living know it, and nothing to me is more revolting. I have long advocated its complete abolition, as its very destructiveness on both friend and foe has rendered it useless as a method of settling international disputes. —General Douglas MacArthur

§ Violence can destroy power; it is utterly incapable of creating it. —Hannah Arendt

§ hatred bounces. —e.e. cummings

§ The only way I know to pluck from the hearts of enemies their desire to destroy us is to remove from their lives the sense that, for their own physical and spiritual survival, they must. —David James Duncan

§ Fear is the polio of the soul, which prevents our walking by faith. —Clarence Jordan

§ Courage has never been about being fearless, it has always been about loving something or someone so much that you'll brave the scary parts. —Carrie Newcomer

§ We all want peace, of course. But we also want what we cannot have without war. —anonymous

§ Every war already carries within it the war which will answer it. Every war is answered by a new war, until everything, everything is smashed. —Käthe Kollwitz

§ I have learned through bitter experience the one supreme lesson: to conserve my anger, and, as heat conserved is transmitted into energy, even so our anger controlled can be transmitted into a power which can move the world. —Mahatma Gandhi

§ Anger makes us all stupid. —Johanna Spyri

§ You point out that war is only a symptom of the whole horrid business of human behavior and cannot be isolated. And that, even if we abolish war, we shall not abolish hate and greed. So might it have been argued about slave emancipation, that slavery was but one aspect of human disgustingness, and that to abolish it would not end the barbarity that causes it. But did the abolitionists therefore waste their breath? And do we waste ours now in protesting against war? —Rose Macaulay

§ If I have learned anything in my life, it is that bitterness consumes the vessel that contains it. —Rubin “Hurricane” Carter

§ Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This is not a way of life at all, in any true sense. Under a cloud of war, it is humanity hanging from a cross of iron. —Dwight D. Eisenhower

§ May we look upon our treasures, the furniture of our houses and our garments and try whether the seeds of war have nourishment in our possessions. —John Woolman

§ The only thing that’s been a worse flop than the organization of nonviolence has been the organization of violence. —Joan Baez

§ Come ye fearful people come / Cast your sighs to highest heav’n / Yet—though terror’s harvest spread, / Casting sorrow in its stead— / Still the Promise doth endure / Life abounding to secure / Come, ye thankful hearts, confess / Mercy’s lien o’er earth’s distress. —Ken Sehested, new verse to “Come, Ye Thankful People, Come”

§ Do we really believe that Christianity will perish unless it be defended by war? If we do believe that, then we have deliberately passed a vote of no confidence in Christianity. If Christianity needs this kind of defence then there is little that is really divine about it. We must conclude that a faith which needs the defence of modern warfare is not a faith which even deserves to survive. —William Barclay

§ We have grasped the mystery of the atom and rejected the Sermon on the Mount. Ours is a world of nuclear giants and ethical infants.  We know more about war than we know about peace, more about killing than we know about living. —General Omar Bradley

§ We have places of fear inside of us, but we have other places as well—places with names like trust and hope and faith. We can choose to lead from one of those places. —Parker Palmer

§ No one heals himself by wounding another. —St. Ambrose of Milan

§ It is the resurrection which is the terror of God to all who believe that death should have the final word. It is the promise of the resurrection which renders null and void the victories of all who shed blood. —Lee Griffith

§ Be angry, but sin not. —Ephesians 4:26

©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org

Now Thank We All Our God

Revised lyrics to a Thanksgiving hymn

Now thank we all our God, With heart and hands and voices
Who wondrous things hath done, In whom the world rejoices
Who, from our mother’s arms, Hath blessed us on our way
With countless gifts of love, And still is ours today

O may this bounteous God, Through all our life be near us
With ever joyful hearts, And blessed peace to cheer us
Enfold us in Your grace, and guide us when perplexed
And free us from all ills, In this world and the next

All praise and thanks to God, All gratitude be given
Our Christ and Spirit reign, Rejoice O highest heaven
The Sovereign One attends, All earth and heaven adore
For thus it was, is now, And shall be evermore.

Words: Martin Rinkart; alt. Ken Sehested; Music: Johann Cruger

©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org

 

A note from Gerald, on investing in prayer&politiks

We interrupt the weekly "Signs of the Times" posting schedule for an important note
from Gerald,
guardian angel of prayer&politiks and scribe for the
heavenly host’s synod overseeing this site’s vision and mission.

I hope (after you read this note) you’ll listen to Ken Sehested’s granddaughter reading The Beatitudes on All Saints Day.

There’s more to this request than grandfatherly pride—or even the sheer cuteness of an articulate, confident seven-year old reading Scripture in public.

Both of these things are surely true. But there’s substance, beyond the sentiment, at stake in the reading.

How do we experience, perform, and articulate our faith in a way that insists on the content of the Sermon on the Mount? As opposed to marginalizing its guiding purpose. (e.g., The Apostle’s Creed covers Jesus’ life and teaching with a comma: “. . . born—comma—suffered . . . crucified . . . rose again. . . .”)

How do we yoke intelligence with passion and wisdom to advance clarity? How can the dance between prayer and politiks—spiritual formation and prophetic action—be orchestrated by beauty and truth, which is to say, the Holy Spirit, in meaningful ways in a world tilted toward disfiguring deceit?

Is prayer&politiks valuable? And viable?

My first annual report (“Good news from Gerald”) revealed that expenses and contributions matched almost to the dollar for our first 12 months of publishing. But it also notes that a modest wage needs to be raised in order to sustain the work.

The goal is 300 readers contributing an average of $1 per week, in exchange for the weekly “Signs of the Times” column and a wide range of other original material.

No doubt you have a nearly endless array of reading options to fill the spare amount of available time. Choosing is itself a challenge. Among the criteria you use are questions like these:

What helps winnow the news, weigh the signs, and awaken faith to the evidence of power not yet seen?

If prayer&politiks qualifies, let us know.

—Gerry

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News, views, notes, and quotes

5 November 2015  •  No. 45

Special edition
Quotes on music & singing

Invocation.How Can I Keep From Singing?” performed by Enya.

¶ “Sing lustily and with good courage. Beware of singing as if you were half-dead, or half asleep; but lift up your voice with strength. Be no more afraid of your voice, nor more ashamed of its being heard.” —John Wesley

¶ “If you can walk, you can dance. If you can talk, you can sing.” —Zimbabwean proverb

¶ In Scripture, mountains sing (Isaiah 49:13), fields rejoice (1 Chronicles 16:32), while rivers (Psalm 98:8) and trees (Isaiah 55:12) clap their hands. But dancing? as these Japanese Maple trees (right), located on the grounds of the Japanese Garden in Portland Oregon.

¶ “Music rots when it gets too far from the dance. Poetry atrophies when it gets too far from music.” —Ezra Pound

¶ “The earth has music for those who listen.” —William Shakespeare

¶ “Be like the bird that, pausing in her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing that she hath wings.” —Victor Hugo

¶ “Learning music by reading about it is like making love by mail.” —Luciano Pavarotti

Call to worship. “Open your mouths, oh people of praise. Unchain your lungs and unleash your lips. Let joyful noise erupt from every muted tongue, thankful hymns from every muffled mouth. Whether big band or bluegrass or rhythm and blues. Polka or hip-hop, bebop or swing. Salsa, Gregorian or adagio for strings..” —Continue reading Ken Sehested’s “Big Band or bluegrass,” a litany for worship inspired by Psalm 98

¶ “This will be our reply to violence: to make music more intensely, more beautifully, more devotedly than ever before.” —Leonard Bernstein

¶ “The man that hath no music in himself / Nor is not move'd with concord of sweet sounds, / Is fit for treasons , strategems, and spoils; / The motions of his spirit are dull as night, / And his affections dark as Erebus: Let no such man be trusted.” —William Shakespeare

¶ “As we go marching, marching, in the beauty of the day, / A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill lofts gray / Are touched with all the radiance that a sudden sun discloses. / For the people hear us singing: bread and roses, bread and roses!” —“Bread and Roses,” labor organizing song inspired by the 1912 textile workers strike in Lawrence, Ma. Watch this 6+ minute video about that strike. Listen to Judy Collins’ rendition of the song.

Prayer of intercession. “Many are the hearts that are weary tonight / Wishing for the war to cease, / Many are the hearts looking for the right / To see the dawn of peace.” —“Tenting Tonight On the Old Campground,” one of the most popular Union camp songs during the Civil War, sung here by the 2nd South Carolina String Band

¶ “May all that has been reduced to noise in you become music again.” —David Teems

¶ Here are a few articles that might be of interest on singing:
        •Singing in a choir among the best mechanisms for human bonding. Shana Lebowitz
        •“Choir singing improves health, happiness.” Jacques Launay and Eiluned Pearce
        •“Singing Changes Your Brain” (in a good way). Stacy Horn

¶ “‘Bring me a musician,’ the Prophet Elisha called. And while the musician played, the power of the Lord came on him.” —2 Kings 3:15

¶ “The one who sings prays twice.” —commonly attributed to St. Augustine

¶ “Sing to the Lord; praise the Lord! For God has delivered the life of the needy from the hands of evildoers.” —Jeremiah 20:13

¶ “Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us, / Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us; / Facing the rising sun of our new day begun, / Let us march on till victory is won.” —James Weldon Johnson, "Lift Every Voice and Sing" performed here by the tightly-harmonic Wardlaw Brothers rendition

Hymn of praise. “Lord, I lift my eyes to the hills, knowing my help is coming from You.” —“Total Praise” written by Richard Smallwood

¶ “You see the power of music in Alzheimer’s patients who can’t tell you the name of their spouse or children but can instantly sing songs they learned as a child.” —Bob Kauflin

¶ “A person who does not regard [music] as a marvelous creation of God, must be a clodhopper indeed and does not deserve to be called a human being; he should be permitted to hear nothing but the braying of asses and the grunting of hogs.” —Martin Luther

¶ “Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly, teaching and admonishing one another in all wisdom, singing psalms and hymns and spiritual songs with thankfulness in your hearts to God.” ­—Colossians 3:16

¶ “We are children of the hope and the children of the promise. What a privilege to be a peacemaker and follow in [Jesus’] steps. With the sound of his words ringing in our ears: ‘Be of good cheer, I have overcome the world!’ (John 16-33) What else can we do but sing . . . and roll up our sleeves.’” —Noel Moules

Hymn of confession.Sometimes I Feel Like a Motherless Child” performed by Paul Robeson.

 ¶ “all which isn’t singing is mere talking.” —e.e. cummings

¶ “Music is everybody’s possession. It’s only publishers who think that people own it.” —John Lennon

¶ “Lay down your weary tune, lay down, / Lay down the song you strum, / And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings / No voice can hope to hum.” —Bob Dylan. Listen to Darrell Adams’ rendition on Ken Sehested’s “Journey to Iraq” video (8 minutes)

¶ “When such as I cast out remorse / So great a sweetness flows into the breast / We must laugh and we must sing / We are blest by everything / Everything we look upon is blest.” —William Butler Yeats

¶ “Music expresses that which can not be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.”  —Victor Hugo

¶ “The surprise came at the end of a banjo lesson. Cary Fridley, my teacher, began describing the ​work involved in ‘cutting’ her next CD: recruiting musicians, practicing privately, practicing ​together again and again—all in preparation for the final recording session coming up ​the next week.
        ​“‘I get increasingly anxious as we approach the recording,’ she admitted.
        ​“‘Well,’ I asked, ‘what helps you with your anxiety?’
        “Her response was profound beyond her knowing. ‘When I can get to that place within myself and with others where the music is more important than me, then I am not anxious.’” —Mahan Siler, quoting his banjo teacher

Hymn of assurance. “Whispering hope, oh, how welcome thy voice, / Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice,” performed by Willie Nelson

¶ “To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight, / and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings, / and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings.” —Wendell Berry

¶ “Man shall not live by bread alone, and what the farmer does I must do. I must feed the people—with my songs." —renowned singer, writer and civil rights activist Paul Robeson, who was blacklisted during the McCarthy era

¶ “Birds Singing and Chirping in Slow Motion with Slowed Down Bird Song” video.

¶ “God respects me when I work, but loves me when I sing.” —Rabindranath Tagore

¶ “Music is a moral law. It gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, a charm to sadness and a gaiety and life to everything. It is the essence of order and leads to all that is good, true and beautiful, of which it is the invisible but nevertheless dazzling, passionate and eternal form.”  —Plato

¶ “I keep a bough in my heart that a singing bird may come.” —Chinese proverb

¶ “Do you know that our soul is composed of harmony?” —Leonardo da Vinci

¶ “I think I should have no other mortal wants, if I could always have plenty of music. It seems to infuse strength into my limbs and ideas into my brain. Life seems to go on without effort, when I am filled with music.” —George Eliot

¶ “I live my life in growing orbits / which move out over the things of the world. / Perhaps I can never achieve the last, / but that will be my attempt. / I am circling around God, around the ancient tower, / and I have been circling for a thousand years. / And I still don't know if I am a falcon / or a storm, or a great song.” —Rainer Maria Rilke

¶ “I haven't understood a bar of music in my life, but I've felt it.” —Igor Stravinski

¶ “Please! No more new hymns. What's wrong with the inspiring hymns with which we grew up? When I go to church, it's to worship God, not to be distracted with learning a new hymn. Last Sunday's was particularly unnerving. While the text was good, the tune was quite unsingable and the harmonies were quite discordant.” —The hymn in question was “What a Friend We Have in Jesus," from an 1890 letter to the editor of the Lutheran Witness.

Preach it. “And to be bold, to be brave, it is the thinking that the heart can still be saved, And the darkness can come quick, the danger’s in the anger and in the hanging on to it.” —“Nothing More,” by The Alternate Route, performed here by PS22 Chorus, an elementary school in Graniteville, New York.

¶ People in power are seldom willing to “hear any other music but what is known to please them.” —Colonial Baptist pastor Roger Williams

¶ “Singing, poetry, literature . . . are like the water lilies. The flower blossoms on top of the water, but underneath is a long root that goes to the bottom of the pond. What determines how beautiful that water lily is and how strong it is, is the rich mud at the bottom of that pond. To me, what people stand for represents the roots in the mud at the bottom of the lake.” —Zilphia Horton, co-founder with Miles Horton of Highlander Research and Education Center, which throughout its storied history combined cultural arts with training for social justice organizers

¶ “Prayer is more than something I do. The longer I practice prayer, the more I think it is something that is always happening, like a radio wave that carries music through the air where I tune in to it or not.” —Barbara Brown Taylor

Call to the table. The music of Humpback whales.

¶ “We love to sing, ‘I have decided to follow Jesus,’ but we don't bother looking to see which way he went.” —Frank Stagg

¶ “One violinist can be a master technician who plays a concerto with such flawless technical perfection that the audience is astounded at his dexterity. Another violinist, however, perhaps with less than perfect technical skill, allows the music to be played through her in a way which can transport an audience to experience the music itself rather than simply appreciate a performance. The trust to which Paul calls us is a giving of ourselves to God in a way which allows God to be ‘played’ through our lives in whatever circumstance we encounter.” —M. Robert Mulholland Jr.

¶ “A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.” —Joan Walsh Anglund (and Maya Angelou)

¶ “Each time we sing the Magnificat, we proclaim to each other what sort of God we believe in and especially, as Martin Luther says, how God deals with those of low and high degree. Luther says, we sing it for three reasons: (1) to strengthen our faith, (2) to comfort the lowly, and (3) to terrify the mighty.” —Bonnie Jensen

Considering the text too subversive, in the 1980s the government of Guatemala prohibited the public reading of Mary’s “Magnificat,” her song of praise in Luke 1. Likewise in Chile, under the military dictatorship of Augusto Pinochet.

Altar call.The Beatitudes,” performed performed by Nóirín Ní Riain at the Glenstall Abbey, Ireland.

¶ “The good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.” —Bob Marley

¶ “Inspiration and craft plus time and effort minus fear and doubt multiplied by purpose equals song.” —Ray Wylie Hubbard, country/folk/blues singer, guitarist, songwriter

¶ “I spent time with the matriarch of Southern Gospel music at Fuller Seminary in February. I was not sure what to expect, but we really hit it off. You will love the quote she had for the students who were all into ‘Praise and Worship’ music: ‘Folks, if all you want is climax without commitment, then you are in the world's oldest profession.’” —personal note from Michael Hawn, director of the Sacred Music Program at Perkins School of Theology

¶ “The question for the singer is not, Do you have a voice? but, Do you have a song?” —Don Hustad

¶ “Say 'NO' to peace if what they mean by ‘peace’ is the quiet misery of hunger, the frozen stillness of fears, the silence of broken spirits, the unborn hopes of the oppressed. Tell them that peace is the shouting of children at play, the babble of tongues set free, the thunder of dancing feet, and a voice singing.” —Brian Wren

Closing hymn. “O God of earth and altar, bow down and hear our cry, / Our earthly rulers falter, our people drift and die; / The walls of gold entomb us, the swords of scorn divide; / Take not Thy thunder from us, but take away our pride.” —“O God of Earth and Altar,” lyrics by G.K. Chesterton

¶ “While love is unfashionable / let us live / unfashionably. / Seeing the world / a complex ball / in small hands; / love our blackest garment.
 / Let us be poor / in all but truth, and courage / handed down / by the old / spirits. / Let us be intimate with / ancestral ghosts / and music / of the undead. / While love is dangerous / 
let us walk / bareheaded / beside the Great River. / Let us gather blossoms / under fire.” —Alice Walker

Benediction.If Thou art near when life is closing / All joyful shall I fall asleep, / Be Thou with me as I awaken, / And claim my soul when I arise,” performed by Charlotte Church.

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Featured this week on prayer&politiks:

•“Big Band or bluegrass,” a litany for worship inspired by Psalm 98

•“New (and adapted) lyrics for Advent and Christmas hymns

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New (and adapted) lyrics for Advent and Christmas hymns

by Ken Sehested

Joy to the World

Joy to the world! Salvation comes. Let earth rise up in praise
Let every heart prepare Christ’s Way
And heaven and nature sing, and heaven and nature sing,
And heaven, and heaven and nature sing.

Joy to the earth! The Savior reigns. Let every voice report
While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains
Repeat the sounding joy, repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat, repeat, the sounding joy.

No more let sins and sorrows grow, nor thorns infest the ground
Christ comes to make all blessings flow
Far as the curse is found, far as the curse is found
Far as, far as the curse is found.

Christ rules the world with truth and grace, and makes the nations prove
The glories of God’s righteousness
And merciful embrace, and merciful embrace
The world, the world shall live in Mercy’s embrace.

“Be not afraid,” the angels sing To shepherds’ startled gaze
“Good news come down, great joy for all”
Make haste to see the child! Make haste to see the child
Make haste, make haste to see the child.

Now let us go to Bethlehem, to see in manger laid
The One whose coming restores the promise
Of just and joyful Reign! Of just and joyful Reign!
Of joy and justice of God’s own Reign.

©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org

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Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silent

Favor and affection contending
’Til the work of wrath confess
Steadfast love and faith embracing
Righteousness and peace caress
Magi wend their way to advent star aligned
Dwelling place of God earth-consigned

Wolf and lamb now linger, contented
Calf and lion peaceful arrayed
Cow and bear graze restful and fearless
Little child now marshaling parade
Roots from severed tree erupt, oh meek proclaim
Holy Mountain’s knowledge and Name

©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org

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O Come, O Come, Emmanuel

O Come, thou fount of Mercy, come
And light the path of journey home
From Pharaoh’s chains grant liberty
From Herod’s rage, confirm thy guarantee
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel!

O Come, thou Watchful Keeper, bestow
Glad heart, warm home to creatures below
Give cloud by day and fire by night
Guide feet in peace with heaven’s delight
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel!

Secure the lamb, the wolf no longer preys
Secure the child, no fear displays
The vow of vengeance bound evermore
God’s holy mountain safe and adored
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel!

Arise, you fear-confounded, attest
With Insurrection’s voice confess
Though death’s confine and terror’s darkest threat
Now govern earth’s refrain . . . and yet
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel!

O spring, from Jesse’s root, the ransom flower
From Mary’s womb, annunciating power
Bend low you hills, arise you prostrate plain
All flesh shall see, all lips join in refrain:
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel!

O Come, announce the Blessed Manger’s reach
All Herod-hearted, murd’rous plans impeach
Abolish every proud and cruel throne
Fill hungry hearts, guide every exile home.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel!

©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org

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O Little Town of Bethlehem

O wounded town of Bethlehem
How sad we see thee cry
Above thy curfewed, empty streets
The belching tanks roll by

Yet from deep memory springeth
The hope of all the years
God’s kingdom come
God’s will be done
On earth, relieved of tears

April 2002, written on the campus of Bethlehem University, Occupied West Bank, where our 2002 Christian Peacemaker Teams delegation took refuge (after being stopped by Israeli soldiers) while attempting to walk into Bethlehem during a curfew (Israel’s “Operation Defensive Shield” invasion of the Occupied West Bank).
©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org

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Silent Night

Silent night, holy night,
threats appear, crouched in fright
Yet Salvation’s hand draws nigh,
sung by angel’s voice on high
Stars erupt at thy voice!
Stars erupt at thy voice.

Silent night, holy night,
joy unbound, such delight
Now creation’s hope reveal,
shattered hearts, restore and heal
Mercy’s reign endure,
Mercy’s reign endure!

©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org

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We Three Kings

We three kings of Orient are bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and fountain, moor and mountain, following yonder star

O star of wonder, star of light, star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding, guide us to thy perfect light

Royal-born on Bethlehem’s plain, gold I bring to crown him again
Rule forever, ceasing never, over us all to reign

Frankincense to offer have I; incense rising, prayers on high
Joyful praising, voices raising, worshiping God come nigh

Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume breathes a life of gathering gloom
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying, sealed in the stone-cold tomb

Glorious now behold him arise; from death’s grip and sacrifice
Alleluia, Alleluia, sounds through the earth and skies

Words and music: John H. Hopkins; adaptations (vv. 2-3, 5) by Ken Sehested
©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org

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Another Year Is Dawning

Another year is dawning, dear Abba let it be
In working or in waiting, another year with Thee
Another year of hopefulness, another year of praise
Another year of trusting Thy presence all the days.

Another year of mercies, of faithfulness and grace
Another year of longing: Thy Reign come now with haste
Another year of nursing upon Thy loving breast
Another year of trusting, of confidence confessed.

Another year of struggling, our eyes kept on the prize
For listening ‘mid the rumble of war-torn want and cries
¿Es una buena lucha? We ask ourselves again
The struggle’s good! We answer, amen and amen!

©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org

©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org

 

Big band or bluegrass

A litany for worship inspired by Psalm 98

by Ken Sehested

Open your mouths, oh people of praise. Unchain your lungs and unleash your lips.

Let joyful noise erupt from every muted tongue, thankful hymns from every muffled mouth.

Compose a new song for the Chorister of Heaven. A cappella or symphonic, let the sound rise like leaven.

Whether big band or bluegrass or rhythm and blues.

Polka or hip-hop, bebop or swing. Salsa, Gregorian or adagio for strings.

Waltz, mariachi, Gospel or zydeco. Hillbilly, honky tonk, ragtime or calypso.

Classical, Dixieland, sacred harp or sonata. Motown, madrigal, tango or cantata.

Let the sea roar its tune, you harbors reply; you floods clap your hands, you hills cast your cry.

The melody of justice, the harmony of grace, returns for an encore of righteous embrace.

Regardless your rhythm, whatever your rhyme, may the anthem of mercy keep you tuned and in time.

©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org

Same question, different outcomes

A meditation on Zechariah

by Ken Sehested

Zechariah’s question to the angel: “How will I know that this is so?
For I am an old man, and my wife is getting on in years.”
—Luke 1:18

Mary’s question to the angel:
“How can this be, since I am a virgin?”
—Luke 1:34

        Some years ago I wrote a long poem reflecting on Zechariah (“Boundary to Benedictus,” a meditation on Zechariah in Luke 1), whose song of praise is our text for today’s service. The desire to do so came after I became aware of two odd things.

        First, the story of Zechariah, and his wife Elizabeth, parents of John the Baptizer, play a very minor role in most of the church’s stories and songs about Christmas. Think about it: we know a lot about Mary and Joseph, obviously; but also about the shepherds and the Magi. We hear a lot about “no room in the inn” and the bright, shining star and the angels singing. But rarely do we hear much about Zechariah and Elizabeth, despite the fact that their story is as lengthy and dramatic as that about Mary and baby Jesus.

        The second odd thing: Zechariah’s question to the angel is pretty much the same as Mary’s question. After hearing the astounding news that post-menopausal Elizabeth would bear a son, Zechariah asks: “How will I know that this is so? For I am an old man, and my wife is getting on in years.”

        And when the virginal Mary hears her equally astounding news, she asks: “How can this be, since I am a virgin?”

        Both are skeptical. Both raise the question of biological impossibility. Yet Mary immediately launches into her song of praise, while Zechariah goes dumb, unable to speak.

        I can’t explain this discrepancy. I’m sure some in the room would say, “Oh, when it comes to matters of the heart, men are generally clueless!”

        And that may be true.

        It might also be true that Zechariah, precisely because of his priestly formation, had a harder time grasping the power of God to reverse the irreversible. Near the end of the narrative, it is Elizabeth’s own body which bears the news which Zechariah isn’t yet able to speak. No angel appears to Elizabeth; yet when she conceives her very womb knows the truth: “This is what the Lord has done for me when he looked favorably on me and took away the disgrace I have endured” (Luke 1:25).

        Talk about body wisdom!

        Creatures of the Temple, the status quo; guardians of the way things work, including the “way God works”—such folk have a harder time comprehending the God who crosses boundaries, who sheds expectations, who appears in unexpected places and reverses the irreversible and brings possibility out of impossibility.

        All the biblical stories surrounding the birth of Jesus are characterized by things being turned upside-down and inside-out. It’s thrilling to read about, of course. But it will scare you witless when it happens to you. The refining fire of transformation is liable to leave you speechless. The angel’s song is less a sweet melody than a hymn of insurrection. And it’s sung not just to THOSE people out there, but also to US in here.

        We simply cannot ignore the fact that spiritual transformation can be frightening, can be disorienting, can be confounding. And it almost always breaks out on the margins, among those our culture thinks least likely to be visited by messengers of God. Which is why the core of our spiritual disciplines must be structures that push us close to where life is falling apart.

©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org

News, views, notes, and quotes

28 October 2015  •  No. 44

Invocation. Malawian home-made instruments and home-grown gospel music. (Thanks, Phillip.)

Call to worship. “We are a people acquainted with grief. In the bonds of this Body none need be embarrassed at the sound of sobbing, of the soul’s aching groan. Here the tear is neither uncommon nor unwelcomed. Here the strong confess their doubts, the fluent run out of words.” —Continue reading Ken Sehested’s “Acquainted with grief,” a litany for worship inspired by Psalm 42.

Right: Double cap cloud over Mount Ranier, King5 Weather, photo by Jim George.

In case you haven’t figured this out, you can configure your browser to listen to music links in “Signs of the Times” while reading copy at the same time. Call up “Signs of the Times,” then open a second tab with the same link, and switch back and forth as you prefer.

Inspiring story without the sentimental crust. “Thistle Farms [based in Nashville, Tennessee] is a social enterprise of women who have survived prostitution, trafficking and addiction. Thistle Farms houses the bath and body care company, Thistle Stop Café and paper and sewing studios. All proceeds support Thistle Farms and the residential program, Magdalene. —Watch this 4+ minute video.

Great story about a transforming conversation in the midst of the grief of everyday life. —Hannah Greenwald, “An Open Letter from an Israeli to her Muslim Uber Driver” (Thanks, Dick and Dan.)

Left: art by Ricardo Levins Morales, ©RLM Art Studio. "The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes." —Marcel Proust

We need such stories (above) however small and personal, to counter the news that our nation’s longest war, in Afghanistan, just got longer with President Obama’s announcement that instead of withdrawing virtually all 10,000 military personnel at the end of 2016, another 4,000 will reinforce that garrison. And an increase from 3,050 to 3,500 soldiers in Iraq. And serious hints the Pentagon may put “boots on the ground” in Syria.

¶ “No one in Washington has yet taken the slightest responsibility for blowing a hole through the Middle East, loosing mayhem across significant swathes of the planet, or helping release the forces that would create the first true terrorist state of modern history; nor has anyone in any official capacity taken responsibility for creating the conditions that led to the deaths of hundreds of thousands, possibly a million or more people, turned many in the Greater Middle East into internal or external refugees, destroyed nations, and brought unbelievable pain to countless human beings.” —Tom Engelhardt, “14 Years After 9/11, the War on Terror Is Accomplishing Everything bin Laden Hoped It Would

Blues praise music. “I am marching every day / I’m meeting trials on my way / Short of blessings, but I’m going on just the same / Folks complaining on every side / Except me, Lord / I’m satisfied.” —Maria Muldaur, “It’s a Blessing” (Thanks, Stan.)

¶ “The world’s richest 1 percent now own more wealth than all of the bottom 99 percent combined. This finding comes from Credit Suisse’s Global Wealth Report for 2015, released last week. Last year, Credit Suisse found the richest 1 percent of adults owned 48% of global wealth. According to the new report, the top 1 percent now hold 50.4% of all the world’s household wealth.” Nick Galasso, CommonDreams

Quantifiying our economic contradictions.
        •50 million of 243 million American adults are part of the world’s poorest 10% of the global population. At the same time, over 110 million American adults are among the world’s richest 10%.
        •Since the 2009 recession, three-fourths of the estimated $54-$86 trillion in new wealth created in the US went to the wealthiest 10%.
        •Among countries with at least one million adult citizens, only four countries have a greater wealth inequality than the US: Kazakhstan, Libya, Russia and Ukraine. —Paul Bucheit, “New 2015 Weath Data: US Inequality at its Ugliest

Chic meek. You, too, can march in the upscale poordressing fashion parade with $70 jeans conveniently ripped then patched with plaid fabric, with that head-turning chic meek appeal. (Available through one of those ubiquitous “dear so-and-so or current resident” catalogs.)
        Postal carriers lug some 12 billion of these catalogs to mailboxes in the US every year. Want to “kick the catalogs,” or at least exercise some control? Carbonrally will tell you how.

Big pharma maneuvers. "You likely heard recently that former hedge fund manager-turned-entrepreneur Martin Shkreli’s company, Turing Pharmaceuticals, bought the patent to a drug treating toxoplasmosis, a potentially deadly parasite disease, increasing the per pill cost from $13.50 to $750. (Before being sold several previous times, the Daraorun medication per pill cost was $1.00.)
        "Now San Diego-based Imprimis Pharmaceuticals has announced it would manufacture customized versions of the drug for less than $1.00." —Continue reading Ken Sehested’s essay, “In Greed We Trust: Greedlock and the god of fiduciary responsibility.”

An Economic Policy Institute study revealed that among the 50 companies with the largest number of low-wage employees (the federal poverty level is $11.06 per hour), the average CEO salary is $9.4 million. If you consider a CEO work week at 60 hours, with no vacation, it factors out to a cool $3,012 per hour. Travis Waldron, thinkprogress

Here’s the link for a 15-question, multiple choice quiz on economic inequality in the US. It’s a great popular education tool. (Thanks, Evelyn.)

This 11-minute, graphically-enticing video commentary from philosopher Slavoj Zizek is a profound challenge to the hope that liberal values of charity, without structural reform, can save us. —“RSA animate

¶ “Ever-increasing temperatures and unmitigated climate change will worsen global inequality and widen the north-south gap between rich and poor countries, according to a groundbreaking new study published this week in the journal Nature. It will, in effect, create a “Robin Hood in reverse” phenomenon. Deidre Fulton, CommonDreams

More: good work, if you can find it. Last week we reported that when Oprah Winfrey invested in Weigh Watchers, the stock more than doubled in value, adding $70 million to her net worth in a single day. A few days later we learned that CEOs of the four largest tech companies got a collective one-day income bounce totaling more than $10 billion-with-a-“b” following upbeat earnings reports. Matt Krantz, USA Today

Speaking of CEOs, the average pension of the 100 largest company execs  averages $49.3 million per annum, or $277,686 a month. Each. (That’s compared to a mere $16,975 per month scale for the Commander in Chief, aka President Obama.) The cumulative total of these top CEOs is equivalent to the retirement savings of 41% of American families. 31% of households have no retirement savings. Kevin McCoy, USA Today

Your church’s adult study or youth group (or both) should plan to watch and discuss “Inequality for All,” an 89-minute graphically appealing film by Robert Reich. It is revelatory. You can buy it for less than $10.

¶ “Yes, the rich pay more in taxes (because they earn so much more)—but they don't usually pay more as a percentage of their incomes. According to a new report from the Institute on Taxation and Economic Policy, in 2015 the poorest fifth of Americans will pay on average 10.9% of their income in state and local taxes, the middle fifth will pay 9.4% and the top 1% will average 5.4%. —Bud Meyers, “The Poor Pay More in Taxes

State of our disunion. “Researchers have repeatedly found that in the US, there is now less economic mobility than in Canada or much of Europe. A child born in the bottom quintile of incomes has on a 4% chance of rising to the top quintile, according to a Pew study.” —Nicholas Kristof, “USA, Land of Limitations?

What you (and your congregation) can do about income inequality. If you and/or your church have savings of some kind, one of the simplest, safest and most convenient steps you can take (to divert working capital into communities that most need it) is to invest some portion in microlending institutions. For more information about this strategy and its rationale, see the “Resolution on community funding.”  There are numerous firms on the web that specialize in socially-responsible investing, like “Just Money Advisors.”

If I had to recommend one resource on the Bible and economic justice for group study in congregations it would be Ched Myers' The Biblical Vision of Sabbath Economics. The 70-page book offers seven studies of the scriptural views of Jubilee justice and God's Dream of enough for everyone. It "reads the Bible economically in order to read the economy biblically." Now in its eighth printing, this resource is ideal for adult education and study groups. It comes with a companion study guide, Household Practices.

Confession. “Let me ask you one question / Is your money that good / Will it buy you forgiveness / Do you think that it could / I think you will find / When your death takes its toll / All the money you made / Will never buy back your soul.” —Bob Dylan, “Masters of War

Words of assurance. “In a church where holy people were supposed to be perfect, austere, and forbidding, [St. Teresa] prayed to be delivered from sour saints. An admirer once remarked on her voracious appetite: "For such a holy woman, you sure pack it in." "Listen," Teresa shot back, "when I pray, I pray; when I eat, I eat!" — Mary Luti, speaking of Teresa of Ávila, 16th century Spanish mystic and Carmelite nun

Can’t make this sh*t up. The headline says it all: “Ken stands in as martyred Jesus, Barbie as Virgin Mary.”  —Kamilia Lahrichi, USA Today

¶ “8 Gorgeous National Parks You’ve Never Heard Of,” in National Geographic magazine, as we head toward the centennial of the National Park Service.

Freedom follies (plundering “freedom” language). “We have the right and obligation to protect what others have fought and died for.” —letter to the editor, challenging previous letter writers’ complaints of motorcycle noise

Preach it. “Today, the future of our democracy is threatened. How can "We the People" call American politics back to health at a time when, in the words of Bill Moyers, "we have fallen under the spell of money, faction, and fear"? One answer is close at hand, within everyone's reach.” —Read more of Parker Palmer’s “Five Habits to Heal the Heart of Democracy.” (Thanks, James and Marion.) 

¶ “It is hugely ironic and hugely significant that the one thing on the planet most closely resembling the forgoing conception of the divine is money. It is an invisible, immortal force that surrounds and steers all things, omnipotent and limitless, an ‘invisible hand’ that, it is said, makes the world go ’round.'” —Charles Eisenstein, Sacred Economics

Call to the table.Khudaya, rahem kar,”  a "Kyrie" from Pakistan, sung in Urdu and English. "Lord have mercy on us. Christ have mercy on us." (Thanks, Michael.)

In case you missed it last week, see the “Good news report from Gerald: The first annual prayer&politiks report.” One way you can support our future: recommend this site to your friends, in whatever social media you use.

Altar call. “Hold on and never give in! Throw all your fears to the wind. Join hands and hearts till the end, and let’s walk.” English translation by Mel Bringle of Pablo Sosa’s tango-flavored “Este Momento en Punto (“This is the Moment”), sung when Pope Francis’ entrance to the Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception during his September visit to the US. You can view the musical score and lyrics (original Spanish and Bringle’s English translation) here.

Lectionary for Sunday next. “As people of God we are called to a journey. Sometimes we are pilgrims. Sometimes we are refugees. For the pilgrim, there is a choice. For the refugee, there is no choice. For the pilgrim, there is freedom. For the refugee, there is no freedom. The biblical story offers us Ruth, the pilgrim and Naomi, the refugee. Both step into an uncertain future.” —Continue reading Nancy Hastings Sehested’s sermon, “Companions for the Journey: The Ruth and Naomi story.”

Just for fun. Ten-year-old Carson Peters sings and plays (along with mandolin-wizard Ricky Skaggs) Bill Monroe’s “Blue Moon of Kentucky” on the Grand Ole Opry.

Benediction. “Laughter at oneself is always proof that God has healed us in the touchy places.” —Eugenia Price

 

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Featured this week on prayer&politiks:

•“Companions for the journey: The Ruth and Naomi story

•“Acquainted with grief,” a litany for worship inspired by Psalm 42

•“In Greed We Trust: Greedlock and the god of fiduciary responsibility

A new batch of annotated book reviews in the What are you reading and why? section

•“Resolution on community funding: Putting a portion of household, congregational and denominational money where our mouths are

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Companions for the journey

The Ruth and Naomi story

by Nancy Hastings Sehested

As people of God we are called to a journey. Sometimes we are pilgrims. Sometimes we are refugees. For the pilgrim, there is a choice. For the refugee, there is no choice. For the pilgrim, there is freedom. For the refugee, there is no freedom. The biblical story offers us Ruth, the pilgrim and Naomi, the refugee. Both step into an uncertain future.

In the days when the Judges ruled, chaos reigned. The times were severe. Famine devastated the land. Bethlehem, the name that means “house of bread,” had become an empty house. Elimelech and Naomi became refugees. They left their homeland of Bethlehem with their two sons. They found a way to survive in the foreign land of Moab.

They started over. After ten years in their land of adoption, it was beginning to feel like home. Their two sons married Moabite women, Ruth and Orpah. Then the worst that could happen did happen. Naomi’s husband died. Her two sons died.

Three unbearable deaths.

Naomi was left a widow and childless. She had no relatives to care for her in Moab. How was she to live? Her two daughters-in-law could not help her survive. The economic reality meant that she needed a man in that man’s world—a father, a brother, a son, an uncle. She had no choice. She had to return to her homeland of Bethlehem. She was a refugee again. She was forced by circumstances to start over again. She was desperate.

She packed her bags and began her journey. Orpah and Ruth walked along beside her. They were loyal to her. They were family.

Naomi stopped them. She tried to reason with them. “Turn back! You can’t go with me. Turn back to your own mother’s house. You can start over in your own homeland. You can remarry and have a family. You have no chance with me. And may God show you the same loving kindness that you have showed to me.” Ruth and Orpah kissed Naomi and wept. They still wanted to go with her.

Naomi tried again, “Turn back, my daughters! I’m an old woman. I can’t birth for you two more sons. I am empty. There is no hope for you with me. I’ve been handed a bitter fate. The hand of God has turned against me. Turn back.”

They wept again. Orpah listened to the voice of reason. None of us can blame her. She returned to her home, a place that offered some security. She chose the reasonable path, but we don’t have a book of the Bible named Orpah. The book is named Ruth, the pilgrim who chose the risky path.

Ruth said to Naomi, “Do not press me to leave you or to turn back from following you, for where you go, I will go. Where you live, I will live. Your people will be my people. Your God will be my God. Where you die, I will die.” Whether she liked it or not, Naomi had a companion for the journey.

Naomi was silent. It was probably not a peaceful silence. Haven’t we all known times that we became silent because our words did not seem to matter?

After the long journey, they arrived in Bethlehem. The women of the town ran down the road to see who was coming. They were surprised to see a familiar face. “Is this Naomi?”

Naomi said, “Don’t bother calling me Naomi. The name “Sweetness” doesn’t fit me anymore. God’s brought devastation to me. Look at me. I return home empty. I left here full. I had a husband and sons. Now I am empty. So call me a more fitting name. Call me “Mara” for I am “bitter.”

“Mara time” happens to all of us. It is the time when life is not turning out like we thought it would, when tragedy crashes in upon us. The whole world seems to be in a Mara time. There is so much suffering and so much that is out of our control. It is a confusing time, a time when we are uncertain about what to do next.

There are times when we are Ruth, full of hope, possibility and courage. When I was a sixth grader at White Rock Elementary School only boys were the crossing guards. I didn’t think it was fair. I went to the principal’s office, sat across from his giant desk, and said, “Girls can be crossing guards too.” The principal said, “Oh, no. Only boys can do that.” I left his office thinking that the principal just needed to see it to believe it. We girls got organized. We convinced the boys to give us their neon strip belts. In return we gave them candy. All the children made it safely across the street. The principal changed his mind. Girls became crossing guards too. In the experience I discovered companions for the journey.

Sometimes we are Ruth, but sometimes Naomi, full of discouragement and despair. I’ve had times when you could call me “Mara.” It happened with my community of faith. A place of refuge became a place of storm.

Many years ago I was at the center of controversy in Baptist life. Some Baptists didn’t believe women should be ministers, quoting Bible verses against us. I’d quote Bible verses to support women ministers. I thought I could throw Bible verses in my enemy’s camp and the words would explode with new converts. It didn’t happen. The divide became greater. We both walked away from each other thinking we’d won the argument.

Hateful names were thrown my way. “Jezebel.” “Whore of Babylon.” “Destroyer of family.” I confess that my own heart went to war. I became like the enemy I hated. My soul became shriveled and my perspective distorted. It was “Mara time”, a time of bitterness.

But God sent me many “Ruths,” companions of hope and encouragement. Their grace for me seeped into my soul, and I even had times of releasing my enemies into God’s hands.

The church is called into the “Mara times”, the suffering times, the hopeless times, the times when life is falling apart. The church follows Jesus into a troubled and troublesome world.

Like Naomi, we can find that we are not alone. God sends us companions for the journey like Ruth to help us make it through the dark valleys. Ruth carried the hope for Naomi until she could carry it for herself.

In our story today, salvation came in the strangest of ways. A young woman full of hope joined an old woman full of sadness.

Ruth acted her way into hope. She started gleaning the fields for food.

Boaz gave Ruth permission to take what she needed. She carried a basket full of grain to Naomi. It was enough to open her eyes to hope. She had to see it to believe it. A once paralyzed Naomi was transformed. She started plotting and planning for the future. “Ruth, put on your very best dress. Go to the barley festival. When the harvest festivities end for the day, go to Boaz. He will tell you what to do.”

Ruth went. She said to Boaz, “Spread your wings over your maidservant for we are next of kin,” which is the biblical way of saying, “Boaz, will you marry me?”

And they did marry. Boaz used his power wisely. He did not simply offer charity to the foreign woman Ruth. He made her a part of the family. They were blessed with a baby.

And you know how the story ends? The women of the town got together to celebrate the new baby. They gathered around Naomi and the baby. The women praised God and said,

“Naomi, you came to this town empty-handed.  And now look! Your arms are filled with a new life. Ruth left everything to follow you. She is more to you than seven sons!”

When I was in labor to have a baby, I was in terrible pain. I cried out. I cursed. There was no sign that the baby would ever arrive. The midwife stood beside me. She said to me again and again,  “Breathe. You’re going to make it. Deliverance is on its way.”  She became my Ruth, my companion in the crisis.

She could not take away my pain, but her presence made all the difference.

Finally I held my new baby with great joy, but then a wave of regret came over me. I hadn’t been kind during the labor. I’d said things I don’t usually say out loud, some bad things. I apologized to the midwife. I told her that I hoped we could meet again under better circumstances.

She said, “What are you talking about? You gave with all your strength. And now look! You’re holding a beautiful baby! You’re holding new life!”

God’s Spirit is like the midwife, the Holy Hope whose presence makes all the difference. God is with us. Life. Death. Resurrection new life. It is our journey. It is the journey with Jesus.

We know that the whole creation has been groaning in labor pains until now, and not only the creation, but we ourselves, who have the first fruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly while we wait for adoption, the redemption of our bodies. For in hope we were saved. (Romans 8:22-24a)

My favorite Spanish word that I learned this week is Mira! — “Look!” Our name changes from “Mara” to “Mira.” Maybe that’s the word God wants to say to us. “Look! You have companions for the journey! Look! You are family, both the pilgrims and the refugees. Look! You’re going to make it. Look! Resurrection new life! Look! I am with you!”

I pray that in this season when we are laboring toward new life, that we see that we are companions for this journey, walking together with our God. And may we always see the gift and presence of the Companion, Jesus the Christ.

Mira! New life in Christ together!

Gracias a Dios! Thanks be to God!

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Nancy Hastings Sehested
Iglesia Bautista Fraternidad
Matanzas, Cuba
October 25, 2015

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