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Able to help out in Christmas Eve? Sign up here! CHRISTMAS EVE WORSHIP TUESDAY, DECEMBER 24 Cocoa on the Patio, 4:00 pm Musical Prelude at 4:30 pm Lessons & Carols at 5:00 pm SANCTUARY & ZOOM Able to help out in Christmas Eve? Sign up here!
I finally figured out why prayer is so hard. God doesn’t speak English and I don’t speak God. —Jeanine, age 14 Where do you go to listen for God, when is it that you feel the sweet breath of God on your face? How do you open yourself to listen? Who taught you how to do this? What in your schedule, your time, your life looks like that of a person who wants to hear God’s voice? Part of hearing God's voice is knowing what to listen for. God speaks the language of silence, symbol, story and ritual. - SILENCE - is rare in our noisy world. We value communication over contemplation, information over reflection. Across generations is has become difficult for us to choose silence when communication is possible. To leave a text message unread is tantamount to social sabotage. Do we extend the peace that comes to us from intentional silences in our interactions with others? - SYMBOLS - are words or images from the unconscious that imply something more than their obvious meaning. When an ordinary object becomes a container of the sacred. From wedding rings to birthday cakes, to tattoos we are attracted to the power of symbol. Most of us count among our most valued possessions small objects we’ve kept from childhood are have been passed to us from a previous generation. To the unfamiliar observer these objects on our bookshelves and dresser tops and sock drawers are not remarkable in any way but to you who have touched this object and experienced the flash of feeling alive, an awakening, a ‘goosebump moment,’ a sudden deep awareness and connection — you just know that this symbol contains something of the divine. - STORIES - are not just about scripting the past, but also about creating our future. The way we understand our past positions us to create futures that are imaginative and hope-filled, or discouraging and binding. Three things are true about stories: All stories are true — some of them actually happened. All stories are about you. All stories are out to change us & call us to action. Pro tip: If you want to notice where God is, pay attention to the stories of those asking for help. - RITUALS - (a.k.a. habits, practices, liturgies). What we love and desire is shaped by our unthought habits and repeated rituals. Ask yourself, What rituals/habits/practices are helping me give and receive love? What habits are hindering the same? How do our habits shape who and what gets our attention and does it line up with what we value most? In a culture that is making waiting and listening for God more and more difficult, sometimes it helps to know what to listen for: silences, symbols, stories and rituals. Rev. Mike Woods, December 2024 Hey 6th - 12th Graders!
We're kicking off our monthly hang-outs with Dinner and a Cookie Exchange THIS SATURDAY, DECEMBER 6 FROM 6-8 PM. BAKE YOUR FAVORITE COOKIES & BRING (AT LEAST) 36 COOKIES TO SHARE! Helpers of all ages needed to help decorate for Advent! Saturday 11/30, 9:30-11ish Contact Sue Goodspeed with questions: [email protected] For more on Advent go here
Friends of OSCS: The renovation and expansion of our Emergency Shelter at 2219 Chicago Avenue is quickly approaching! As of today, we expect that our Emergency Shelter guests, staff, and volunteers will be moving temporarily to 2545 Portland Avenue in mid-December. This temporary site is about half a mile from our current location. It will be a great temporary fit for guests, volunteers, and staff for about 6 to 8 months before we return to our larger building next year! This project has been and will be a significant lift for our organization. Your partnership is key! Here are 5 ways you can help ensure a smooth transition for everyone:
Learn More & Apply Music has been on our minds! And why not?
"I need to sing, it gets me through tough times!" "I wish I knew more of the songs we sing in church." "When we sang songs from the pandemic it brought back how grounded I felt then and I found myself returning to that place within." SO! 1- We are creating a collection of LNPC favorites to be sure we draw from them regularly. 2- And start coming early if you want to sing more - we'll be doing a pre-service singalong at 9:45 every Sunday! 3- And don't forget the LNPC Playlists! Many of the songs we sing are here. But also these are great driving/ background sound / devotional / remembering-what's-real things to listen to PLEASE SHARE YOUR FIVE FAVORITE THINGS TO SING IN CHURCH: David Wood, a retired pastor and co-director of the Resonance grant that Pastor Kara, Mike Woods and 21 other church leaders have been in for three years, shared this message with the group the weekend before the election for All Saints Sunday:
Whenever I contemplate the meaning of Christian hope, I find myself returning to one of my favorite theologians, Nicholas Lash. He states that there are two main enemies of hope: optimism and despair. Optimism is easily mistaken for hope because it confidently asserts a positive outcome. Optimism points to a far horizon, unsullied by present circumstances. In effect, optimism closes our eyes to the present, calls us out of a conflicted present to practice a kind of wishful thinking about a dislocated, detached future. Hope differs from optimism in that hope remains firmly grounded in the present circumstance with eyes wide open to the reality of what is. However, the aperture of hope is wide—it draws upon a horizon of remembrance that widens the angle of vision on any given moment. Hope gives us the capacity to interrogate the present, to raise questions, to probe for possibility. Hope is not invulnerable. It is capacious enough to encompass the disappointments and sufferings of the present. Hope does not know the answer as much as it enables us to live amidst the unanswerable. The other enemy to hope is despair. Whereas optimism seeks to escape from the present into a distant, unsullied future, despair is the experience of being overwhelmed, consumed by the present. The dominant mood of despair is resignation. It is the feeling of being entirely and completely defined by whatever difficult circumstance we find ourselves in. If optimism claims to know too much about the future, despair knows too little. Or perhaps more to the point, despair gives up on the future all together. Hope is more humble than optimism and more bold than despair. Hope refuses to be engulfed in or consumed by the moment. At the same time, it refuses to escape the moment into some distant, dislocated future. It operates at a kind of middle-distance. Hope always brings memory and anticipation to every present and thereby grants us the capacity to be responsive (vs. reactive), available (vs. anxious), and attentive (vs. distracted). Hope rejects simple answers, quick fixes, easy solutions. Hope spends less time asking questions like: What has happened to us? What will happen to us? Why is this happening to us? Instead, hope moves us to focus on questions like: In light of this moment, What will be required of us? Given what is happening, What is being asked of us? A favorite story of mine comes from the writing of E.B. White. A few years after the death of his wife, he wrote an essay on her love of gardening. Every year in the Fall, when it came time to plant, she would plan carefully, putting in her orders to seed catalogues, and created a new diagram for each year’s planting. In her latter years, after she became ill, and nearly an invalid, she would still make her way to the garden to plant…. Armed with a diagram and a clipboard, Katharine would get into a shabby old Brooks raincoat much too long for her, put on a little wool hat, put on a pair of overshoes, and proceed to the director’s chair—a folding canvas thing—that had been placed for her at the edge of the plot. There she would sit, hour after hour, in the wind and the weather, while her helper produced dozens of brown paper packages of new bulbs and a basketful of old ones, ready for intricate interment. As the years went by and age overtook her, there was something comical yet touching in her bedraggled appearance on this awesome occasion—the small hunched over figure, her studied absorption in the implausible notion that there would be yet another spring, oblivious to the ending of her own days, which she knew perfectly well was near at hand, sitting there with her detailed chart under those dark skies in the dying October, calmly plotting the resurrection. Calmly plotting the resurrection. Standing on the threshold of this moment in our national life, we have been shaken out of any illusion of an easy certainty about the future. In unanticipated ways, we have been awakened to the truth of how little we can assume, know, control, or predict. There would be difficult days ahead—that Jesus made sure his disciples were certain of. But, wherever they were, whatever their circumstance, they must remember Him, this night, this bread, this cup. In doing so they will remember how little they knew on that night, in that moment of what was to come. In that remembrance, the opaqueness of whatever present they were in would be exposed and hope awakened. On this All Saints Sunday, in the company of witnesses seen and unseen, we are called once again to be gathered into that remembrance and the hope it makes possible…a hope that enables us to dig in to this moment without fear and, with all those who have gone before us, to go on our way calmly plotting the resurrection. For the last few years we've paid Krysta's sons have done our snow removal (with the church snow blower and shovels). They're moving on in the world and we need someone to do this winter's snow removal. Talk to Gary to find out more: (651) 454-2391 |
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