Book Review: Psalms for Young Children by Marie-Helene Delval

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Psalms for Young Children book coverA few weeks ago I picked up Psalms for Young Children by Marie-Helene Delval at one of my favorite bookstores, St. Bede’s Books in Baltimore, Maryland.

I like books that I can read with my children that they really want to hear and read for themselves, and which also helps them in their young relationship with God. This book fills the bill, and then some.

The pictures are striking, and Delval’s interpretation of this selection of Psalms are really very, very good. If you’re looking for detailed translations from the original languages, this isn’t your book. What Delval does is condense the meaning of the whole psalm into a few verses, which captures it’s essence in a way that children can readily absorb.

It’s not a “dumbing down” though, in fact it’s spurred some really good conversation between me and my kids about biblical poetic metaphor. We had a really good bedtime conversation the other day about that it means to be like “a tree planted by a river…full of fruit,” when we “listen to… God” in her paraphrase of Psalm 1. We talked about what kind of tree we’d be if we didn’t listen to God, and my kids painted a pretty grim portrait of a sad little tree.

Good stuff!

But, don’t just take my word…

An interview with children’s book expert extraordinaire, Zoe Jane Morley—soon to be 2nd grader.

Zoe, what do you like about the Psalms?

Zoe with the book

Zoe showing the page with her favorite psalm.

They tell you what people in the Bible  prayed a long time ago.

What do you like about this book, Psalms for Young Children?

I like how the author wrote the psalms so that children can understand them.

Right now, what’s your favorite Psalm?

Psalm 46, because if you’re in a little boat and there’s lighting coming down at you and waves go as high as giants you can still be safe because God is with you.

Zoe, do you ever get scared?

I do. A lot.

Now, after reading this book, do you know that God is with you?

Yes, I do. That helps me get through the scary times.

Zoe, what would you say to one of your friends if they wanted to read this book?

They will like every single detail that the author put into it, especially the pictures.

Book Review Part 1: Evolving in Monkey Town, by Rachel Held Evans

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This is Part 1 of 3…

Evolving in Monkeytown Cover ImageA good story is one that 1) conveys something important and 2) which is captivating due to tension, drama, comedy—or all three.

A great story is one where you find all of those things, AND you also find yourself in the story.

Rachel Held Evans first book (there’s apparently another on the way) Evolving in Monkey Town: How a Girl Who Knew All the Answers Learned to Ask the Questions is, for me, a great story. Because I’m in it.

Not literally of course. She’s probably never heard of me. (Though we are Facebook friends now, so we’re practically BFF’s…)

But, I do find myself peeking out every once in a while.

Her teenage years were lived in Dayton, Tennessee, the setting of the Scopes “Monkey” trial in 1925. But, even without the historical notoriety of Dayton, her “habitat,” as she titles the first part of the book, was saturated, at home, at church, at school, and in the larger community, within the conservative evangelical cultural soup of the south.

It was a community that exalted in having all the “answers,” especially as regards matters of faith. As she tells the story she didn’t have to figure much out in her faith, except the best ways to tell others, or more to the point, convince others that she was right.

But, with a precocious mind, the “answers” began to feel less and less trustworthy. With the awareness that her habitat shaped her religiously, came the realization that the habitats of others might shape them religiously.

Could everyone else with a different upbringing really all be going to hell? Was she the product of luck and fortune that she got to be in the “right” Habitat with all the answers? Or, is it just a little suspicious that her faith proclaimed to be the only right answer?

I didn’t grow up in the south, but I did grow up in Ocean City, a resort community that began as a Methodist retreat center. The main arteries in town are Wesley and Asbury Avenues. It’s still a dry island—which means no alcohol can be purchased anywhere within city limits. While reasonably secular today, it used to be Methodist Wonderland, and those roots are still visible. And those roots influenced my young, Methodist life very much.

I identify closely with Evans’ remark: “I felt closer to God as a teenager than at any other time in my life.”

And, I identify with the cracks in my porcelain faith that emerged as my faith matured-with the inevitable questions that rose to the surface like an army of bubbles.

After Part One, I like where this book is going. And I look forward to where I’m going to be going with it.

Because this story, is great.

hair and heals: proper 10, year a

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Imperfect Beauty

From the medieval collection at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. It's a Madonna, but it might as well be Rebekah. Photo by Rick Morley

Genesis 25 moves quickly. If you lift your eyes from the page you just might miss a few decades.

In less than fifteen verses Jacob and Esau go from zygotes to teenagers. And yet, not much changes in those verses, or in those years: Jacob and Esau are very different creatures in the womb and very different creatures outside of the womb.

Like their forebears Cain and Abel, one is refined and the other is a brute. Not that anything is wrong with either of those two, it just seems that, biblically speaking, that’s a bad combination.

A tragic combination.

However while the refined Abel was ‘done in’ with a blunt rock to the skull, the refined Jacob comes out on top with his sibling.

And no rock needed. Just a pot of beans.

I’ve done a lot of thinking lately about the stories of Genesis and how they found their own origin in oral tradition. These stories were told over campfires, and passed down through the generations from parents to children long, long before they were ever written down.

It’s why the stories have so much color to them. Their tragedy is relentlessly tragic. Their comedy is overwhelmingly funny–if we can get past their stilted and stained-glass English translations.

Obviously the cartoonish differences between Esau and Jacob were part of the oral canon that the descendents of Jacob told to laugh at the descendants of Esau, the Edomites.

The punch-line is that the great-great-grand-daddy of the Edomites was a hairy, brutish, blue-collar dunce who sold his most valuable possession for a bowl full of bean stew.

Or, “red stuff.”

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book review: “Weird: Because Normal Isn’t Working” by Craig Groeschel

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This was one of those books that I really wanted to love. As soon as I heard of it, I fell in love with the concept.

The Way of Jesus IS weird. It isn’t “normal.” And, the modern church and modern Christians have jumped through a lot of hoops over the last few decades to normalize the Gospel.

And Groeschel is absolutely correct: it isn’t working.

All we’re left with is a watered down Jesus and a few bland scraps of  news that isn’t even all that good. It’s “Eehh News,” but with cool graphic-tees and an iPhone app.

So, I was pretty psyched by the prospect of this book.

And, it started out great-guns.

But, the best way I can describe the book, is that it’s like one of those 8-week sermon-teaching series that sounds great, and starts great, but by the third week you realize that everything that needed to be said in this series has already been said…and what the heck are we going to do in the next five weeks?

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the buffoon: proper 9, year a

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Remember “Sleepless in Seattle?”

It’s a story of romance – romance that didn’t begin over Facebook or Social Media – but over the radio.

The Empire State Building, taken from The High Line. By Rick Morley, 2010.

Jonah was wasn’t just dealing with his mother’s death, but his father’s depression. He wanted him to find someone…though he had to approve of her. He calls a radio show and spills his dad’s beans all over the country. One listener to the show, Annie, not only gets drawn in, but becomes Jonah’s woman of choice.

And so Jonah arranges a meet-and-greet between his father, Sam, and Annie on Valentine’s Day at the top of the Empire State Building.

The only problem is, Sam had no intention of going to New York City to mean someone he had never met, and who in all likelihood, might be a lunatic. He had other plans for the weekend.

Until his eight-year-old son boarded a transcontinental flight for New York. Then he had to go chasing after him.

There’s that moment when Sam and Annie see each other on the top of the Empire State Building, and it all comes together. As if it were written in the stars. It wasn’t the first time they’d laid eyes on each other, but it was the clincher.

They looked at each other, and they KNEW.

The story of the coming together of Isaac and Rebekah is similar in a few ways. Just without all the romance..and stars. Read More

proper 8 year a: when it all comes off the tracks

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In the second chapter of Frederick Buechner’s epic novel, Son of Laughter, Isaac tells his son Jacob a story. It’s a story of Isaac’s childhood.

a bleak holy island, by Rick Morley A dark story.

By the end of the telling of the story the elderly Isaac has covered his face with ashes and thrown himself down by a pile of dung. He lays there motionless. As if he were dead.

He told his younger son Jacob about the time that he and his father went on a journey.

It was a journey that Isaac was not meant to return from.

Isaac tells how they climbed a high mountain. His father, Abraham, carried a live coal in his hand to make a fire for a burnt offering. But, Isaac wondered where the gift was. There was no gift.

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trinity sunday year a: I’m a mess too

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The Corinthian correspondence is hard to read. Not because it’s theologically thick or difficult to understand. But, because Paul had some tough things to say to the Corinthians.

Trinity  Glyph in Central Park: picture by Rick Morley They had major ethical issues going on. They had class issues, dividing them between the “have’s” and the “have nots.” They had issues competing with each other over the various spiritual gifts some of them believed they had been given.

And Paul confronted these issues head on. Directly. No mincing of any words whatsoever.

He talks over and over again about how he knew he was being tough on them, and how he wished he didn’t have to be.

The second letter is less harsh than the first letter. And some scholars think that there may be fragments of a third letter embedded in the second. But, in the ending of what we know of as Second Corinthians, we find a little ray of light and hope.

It’s a Trinitarian ray of light too, which is why we get it on Trinity Sunday.

May the love of God
The grace of Jesus
And the fellowship (koinonia) of the Holy Spirit
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a litany for father’s day

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Prayers of the People

You may use this Prayer, print it in your bulletin, adapt it as you’d like, etc. Please use common attribution.

On this day when we remember fathers, let us offer our prayers to God, who has adopted us as sons and daughters through the waters of baptism.

O God, you formed your son Adam from the dust of the ground, and breathed your holy breath into his lungs, giving us all the gift of life; breathe again your Life into, us, your children and your Church, that we might be one with you.

Lord in your mercy,
Hear our Prayer.

Lord of all, you formed great nations out of great families, and blessed the children of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob that they might be a blessing to all. Bless our nation, and all the nations of the world, with your Fatherly Presence, wisdom, and peace.

Lord in your mercy,
Hear our Prayer.

As the children of Israel found themselves slaves, making bricks for Pharaoh, before you heard their cry and brought them to freedom we pray for all in this world who are in trouble of any kind. We pray for the poor, the hungry, the imprisoned, and the victims of war and all who live in terror’s wake.

Lord in your mercy,
Hear our Prayer.

Your Son, Jesus, was raised by Joseph the carpenter, who saw him grow year by year in strength and wisdom. We pray for all in our family of faith, and especially those celebrating birthdays and anniversaries this week . . .

Lord in your mercy,
Hear our Prayer.

Your Son, Jesus, neither married nor raised children of his own, but he helped countless people come and mature to fullness of life and to Life Everlasting; and so we pray for all who nurture others with love and patience, as spiritual parents.

Lord in your mercy,
Hear our Prayer.

Jacob’s son, Joseph, to whom he gave the radiant coat, was beaten, betrayed, and sold into a life of hardship before rising to greatness; and so we pray for all who are injured, hurt, sick, lonely, or live in fear, especially. . . (those to be prayed for by name).

Lord in your mercy,
Hear our Prayer.

Gracious God, as our Heavenly Father, you gave us the gift of your own Son, and out of our human blindness the crowds called for him to die on a cross; we pray for the dying and the dead. Bring all your children home.

Lord in your mercy,
Hear our Prayer.

Our Father, who dwells in Heaven, we pray for all fathers. Strengthen and bless fathers to be faithful, loving and present; and for those fathers who you have brought into your Kingdom ahead of their children, and children ahead of their fathers, enfold them with your Holy Light and enfold us with your comfort. Now and forever, Abba, we pray. Amen.

Rosa Lindahl Mallow, an Episcopal priest from Florida, gave us this wonderful translation of this litany into Spanish:

En este día cuando recordamos nuestros padres, levantamos oraciones a Dios que nos ha adoptado como sus hijas e hijos por las aguas del bautismo. O Dios, has formado a tu hijo Adán del polvo de la tierra y al respirar tu sagrado aliento en sus pulmones, nos has dado a todos el don de vida. Vuelve a respirar tu vida en nosotros, tus hijos, y tu Iglesia, para que todos seamos uno en Ti. Señor en tu misericordia,

Escucha nuestra oración.

Señor de todas las cosas, formaste grandes naciones de grandes familias y diste tu bendición a los hijos de Abraham, Isaac y Jacob para que fueran bendición para los demás. Bendice esta nación y todas las naciones del mundo con tu Presencia Paternal, con sabiduría y con paz. Señor en tu misericordia,

Escucha nuestra oración.

Al igual que los hijos de Israel fueron esclavos, haciendo ladrillos para el Faraón antes de que escucharas su llanto y los llevaras a la libertad, oramos por todas las personas del mundo que enfrentan dificultades. Oramos por los pobres, los que tienen hambre, los prisioners, las víctimas de la guerra y los que viven en la sombra del terror. Señor en tu misericordia,

Escucha nuestra oración.

Tu hijo Jesús fue criado por José el carpintero que año tras año lo vio crecer en fortaleza y sabiduría. Oramos por todos los miembros de nuestra familia de fe y en especial por los que celebran cumpleaños y aniversarios hoy. Señor en tu misericordia,

Escucha nuestra oración

Tu hijo Jesús no conoció el matrimonio ni fue padre de hijos propios pero ayudó a tantas personas a llegar a la madurez y plenitud de Vida Eterna. Hoy oramos por los hombres que han nutrido a otros con amor y paciencia, obrando como padres espirituales. Señor en tu misericordia,

Escucha nuestra oración.

El hijo de Jacob, José, a quien dio un abrigo radiante, fue golpeado, tracionado y vendido a una vida de dificultad antes de ser elevado a la grandeza. Hoy oramos por los que han sido lastimados, están enfermos, solos o asustados, especialmente (aquellos a los que debemos nombrar). Señor en tu misericordia,

Escucha nuestra oración.

Dios de toda gracia, nos diste el don de tu propio Hijo y por la ceguera de nuestra humanidad, las multitudes insistieron que debía morir sobre la cruz. Oramos por los que mueren y los que han muerto. Trae todos tus hijos a casa. Señor en tu misericordia,

Escucha nuestra oración.

Padre nuestro que vives en el cielo, oramos por todos los padres. Otórgales fuerza y bendición para que sean padres fieles, cariñosos y presentes. Oramos también por todos nuestros padres que tu has llevado a tu Reino antes de sus hijos y por los hijos que llegaro a ti antes que sus padres. Envuélvelos en tu Sagrada luz y otórganos a nosotros tu consuelo. Abba, es ésta nuestra oración hoy y por siempre. Amén.

pentecost, year a: two acts, one action

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In the twentieth chapter of John, Jesus breathes on his disciples and gives them the Holy Spirit.

In the second chapter of Acts the disciples are gathered together, and they receive the Holy Spirit by the coming of a great wind, and tongues of fire.

The timeline here is interesting…Because in the Gospel of John the scene is taking place on the day of Resurrection. Easter Sunday. In Luke, it’s happening on the Day of Pentecost – fifty days after the day of Resurrection. A month and a half after Easter.

Apparently, when the New Testament church talked about the coming of the Holy Spirit, the timing of the event was up for some discussion. There were different traditions, different renderings of the story.

But, what seems to be consistent here is the language of Creation. In the first two verses of the Bible, Genesis 1:1-2, we find: “In the beginning when God created the heavens and the earth, the earth was formless and void and darkness covered the face of the deep, while a wind from God swept over the face of the waters.” Of course, as every seminary student learns in his or her first week of seminary, the word for wind here is the Hebrew word “ruach,” which can mean “wind,” or “breath,” or “spirit.”

a wind from God swept over the waters
a breath from God swept over the water
a spirit from God swept over the waters

And, in the second chapter of Genesis (the seventh verse), we find this: “then the Lord God formed man from the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and the man became a living being.”

Of course the Acts account of Pentecost, with it’s wind/breath/spirit coming upon the disciples takes its cue from Genesis. And, Jesus breathing upon his disciples in the Gospel of John is almost copying word-for-word from Genesis 2.

The meaning here is, I think, clear: The event of Pentecost is a Creation event. This is, of course, not a ‘new’ idea. You could wallpaper quite a few houses with the theological and hermeneutical writings which make this connection.

What I think gets lost far too often here though is that it’s not just the Pentecost event that has overtones of Creation, but also the Resurrection: it happens solely by an act of God, on the first day of the week, the Light of God shining forth out of the darkness of death and night. Paul will go on to talk about the Resurrection as a New Creation (especially in Romans 8).

I think it’s helpful in this regard to not separate the Resurrection of Jesus and Coming of the Holy Spirit as two wholly separate and different things. They are two different things, but they have lots of overlap – and they are in a fuller sense two actions of the one-and-the-same sweeping act of God: God reconciling all things to Himself, God making all things new.

God brings forth His New Creation in the Resurrection of Jesus. And, God brings forth His New Creation in the Advent of the Holy Spirit.

When we start with Creation, as the biblical authors certainly do, we not only see the links to the past (the Beginning), and the links to the future (Revelation – and the descent of the Holy City of Zion), but we see what God does: bring forth light out of darkness, rise up life from death, and fashioning the Heavens and the Earth as He sees fit, and us in His image.

easter 7a: do it for the glory

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I’m on the edge of glory
And I’m hanging on a moment of truth
Out on the edge of glory
And I’m hanging on a moment with you
– Edge of Glory, Lady Gaga

In the fourth chapter of First Samuel Israel suffers a major defeat at the hands of the Philistines. Thousands are slaughtered. Israel is crippled.

And the Ark of the Covenant, which had been carried onto the field of battle, was captured.

Phineas’ wife, who was pregnant with his child, learned that her father-in-law was dead. Her husband was dead. And the Ark was gone.

The West Door to Temple Church, London - by Rick Morley With that news she went into labor, and it was so awful that the labor killed her. And, just after giving birth, and before breathing her last, she named her newborn son “Ichabod.”

It was her last living act.

Ichabob means “where is the glory.” For the Glory of the Lord had been taken from Israel.

Notice that it wasn’t the death of her husband which set off the chain of events which led to the premature birth and the premature death. It was the loss of the Glory of God, which inhabited the Ark of the Covenant.

Lady Gaga wrote the power ballad “Edge of Glory” immediately after (so goes the story) the death of her grandfather. She watched him die, and then she sat down at the piano and sang about being on the very edge of glory.

“Glory” is one of those concepts that we sing a lot about in church, Sunday to Sunday. But, I also venture to say that it’s one of those concepts that we have a very difficult time experiencing in day-to-day life.

I mean really, how often do you experience glory? Do you recognize it around you? Do you look for it? If you walked into the Presence of Glory, would you even know it?

But, as humans, we seem to know what it’s like when glory has gone. When it has picked up and went. When it’s been taken from us.

We know what it’s like to sit in the wake of glory when it has passed over the horizon.

In John 17, Jesus talks about being in “glory” before he had come to earth. Before the world began, actually. And, he talks about going back to glory.

But, when he spoke those words he was in its wake. It had gone past the horizon – and he was racing to the horizon to catch it once more.

This passage makes me want to yearn for the experience of glory – not my own, mind you – but God’s. And, not some conjured-up emotionally-manipulated way.

I don’t want to be seduced into the experience of false glory by some preacher, praise-band, arena, etc.

I just want to see, touch, taste, smell, and hear majesty. The Presence.

The Glory.

Ichabod. Where is the glory?

Great question.

Let’s race to the horizon, the edge, with Jesus, to see.