The Battle of Green Lane*

*Historical facts may be somewhat fabricated.

During the Revolutionary War, the citizens of Green Lane Pennsylvania were loyal to the new republic, and enjoyed relative freedom from British oppression; however, their neighbors “up the hill” in the Goshenhoppen region of the Upper Perkiomen Valley were not so fortunate, as they were the reluctant hosts to a company of British Regulars and some Hessian mercenaries who were camped out in fields where the Pennsburg Square Shopping Center now stands.

The British Red Coats got little cooperation from their hosts in the Goshenhoppen, and began sending contingents down the hill road (which was soon referred to as the “Red Hill Road” because it was used extensively by the Red Coats) to raid the farms and shops in Green Lane for supplies.  Frustrated by the looting of their town by the British, the people of Green Lane, led by a renegade Hessian Captain by the name of Eisenhower, organized a militia and planned a response to the British raids. 

There was an old unused water silo, just off of the Red Hill road; it was hidden by a stand of trees and could not be seen by anyone using the road, even during the winter, when the trees were bare.  So while the townspeople knew about this tower, the British did not.  The militia loaded the tower with food and ammunition, and took turns watching the road and shooting at the Red Coats as they came down the hill. The British troops couldn’t tell where the shots were coming from, and would run back up the hill for cover, and the town would be spared for the time being.

At first the guerilla action consisted mostly of taking pot-shots at the Red Coats, with a few of the troops receiving some minor wounds, but no fatalities.  The militia was able to cut down on the raids by the British, but they did not stop all together; as some of the raiding parties would shoot back into the woods, causing the militia to seek cover, and giving the Red Coats the opportunity to make their way down the hill and into town.

This action between the Red Coats and the militia continued for a few months, with neither side gaining the advantage.  Then, in the middle of January, 1778 spies from the Goshenhoppen arrived in Green Lane with news that the British were massing at their encampment in preparation for an attack on Washington’s troops at Valley Forge.  When Captain Eisenhower learned of this offensive, he met with the leaders of the militia to organize the defense of Green Lane.

The water tower would be manned twenty-four hours a day and the militia would also be hiding in the ditch along the road across from the tower.  In addition a few militia members would be stationed at the top of the hill, reporting on any movement of Red Coats along Red Hill Road toward Green Lane.  If it looked like a regular raiding party, the townspeople would simply take a few shots at them, as they usually did…so that the Red Coats would not suspect that a larger force was waiting for them down the hill.  If a full company of Red Coats was making their way down the road, the militia positioned on top of the hill would send a running down to the tower to put them on alert.  The militia in the tower would then signal to their members hiding across the road, by making a bird call; then, when the British came down the hill, the town’s people on both sides of the road would open fire on the troops, mowing them down and ending their march on Valley Forge and Washington’s encampment.

On the morning of January 26, 1778 the men and women of Green Lane gathered at the water tower, stocked it with fresh food and ammunition, and began keeping watch from the turret of the silo; in addition, three militia men were stationed in a small lean-to on top of the hill, while across the road from the tower a second group of militia members took their places behind a rock wall they had built, obscured by snow and bare bushes.  For two days they watched and waited in the cold telling stories and singing hymns to keep each other’s spirits up, but there was no movement on the Red Hill Road, except for a few farmers.  Then, on the evening of the 28th, news came from “up on the hill” that a large company of Red Coats were on the move and were about to come marching down the road into Green Lane!

The next morning, it was snowing heavily, further cutting down the visibility from the road, and slowing down the British troops as they marched toward Green Lane and Valley Forge beyond.  Having marched for hours through the snow, by the time the Red Coats started down the hill they were already tired, cold and hungry.  The Green Lane militia members were much better off than the soldiers; they had food, and warm tea to drink, and the wood stove on the first floor of the water tower kept those watching from the turret relatively warm, despite the snow and wind!

Having watched in shifts, the militia men on the hill were well rested and clear- eyed that morning, when they spotted the first flash of red showing through the gray trees.  (Perhaps some of them wondered why the British insisted on Red uniforms, which made them such obvious targets.)  As soon as the Red Coats were spotted, the runner was sent down to the water tower with the news, which was then relayed across the road with a bird call, which was then passed along to alert the town; the woods were soon filled with bird calls, but none of the British troops paid any attention, they were just too miserable!

Acting according to Eisenhower’s plan, the militia waited to strike until the British were 3/4th of the way down the hill.  Those on the tower fired first, unleashing a volley of muskets into the column of British soldiers.  In their panic some of the invaders tried to run back up the hill, only to run into more of their own troops coming down hill, causing a bottleneck.  Instead of continuing their retreat, the British started shooting wildly into the trees causing more confusion which the townspeople used to their advantage as they concentrated their fire on this group of Red Coats.  Another group of British soldiers ran down the hill, trying to get away from the barrage of musket fire, but on their way down the hill they encountered the second group of militia men hiding behind the rock wall, and they too were met with musket fire, those who were not shot were soon taken prisoner!

Meanwhile, the bottleneck of British Troops on the hill broke up as the surviving British troops regrouped, and turned to retreat back toward their encampment and reinforcements; however, these troops were unaware that the main encampment in the Upper Perkiomen had already been over-run by another group of patriots from the Goshenhoppen.  The Goshenhoppen militia was now advancing toward the fleeing Red Coats!  When the two forces met at the top of the hill, the colonials sent another volley of musket fire into the British troops.  When the smoke cleared, the remaining soldiers surrendered to the Goshenhoppen militia, and spent the rest of the war working as indentured servants (with many staying on after the war and becoming full members of the community). 

The Battle of Green Lane lasted only three hours, and was considered to be only a minor skirmish in terms of the Revolutionary War; however, it was a critical victory.  If the British had not been stopped in Green Lane, they would have marched virtually unopposed to Valley Forge, where they could have succeeded in wiping out the Continental forces quartered there for the winter, a victory which would have changed the outcome of the war. 

When the British General William Howe heard of the Massacre of his troops, he planned a massive counter offensive for the Spring of 1778, but the success of the Continental forces during the early part of the year and budget cuts forced Howe to abandon his plans to retake the Upper Perkiomen and Goshenhoppen regions, and instead, he accepted an offer of  retirement back home in Britain; therefore, the area remained free of the British for the remainder of the war, and it’s residents used their resources to support the Continental Army in their battle for independence.

After the war, the story of the Battle of Green Lane faded into history, as Captain Eisenhower, moved away to York Pennsylvania, and the citizens of Green Lane and the Upper Perkiomen Valley were happy to go back to their quiet lives of farming and making brooms and cigars.  However, the water tower still remains, hidden off the side of Route 29, right on the Perkiomen Trail in Green Lane, a silent monument to the bravery of the people of Green Lane and the Upper Perkiomen Valley; bravery which may very well have saved our young nation from defeat at the hands of the British.

The End

Which Way?

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John 10:1-10; May 3, 2020

Jesus the Good Shepherd

 

These days, it is hard to know what direction to take in our lives…

We are sheltering in place to keep ourselves and others safe, because it is the right thing to do!

However, even those of us who are most committed to Social Distancing, can find ourselves questioning…

“Is quarantining ourselves is really worth it?”

“Is it really helping?”

Like others, we may find ourselves wondering if the ‘cure’ is worse than the disease.

Many have been put out of work, and are struggling financially, relationships have suffered, both from too much distancing, or too little.

Educations have been disrupted, sports, concerts and family gatherings cancelled or postponed…including weddings and funerals.

Times when we most need to be together, to get a good hug, a warm hand…and we are advised to stay at least six feet apart.

We have many ways that we can connect remotely, through the internet and phone, but it is not the same, and in many ways we feel as if we are farther apart than ever before.

We wonder if it is okay to go to the store to buy food, clothes or other necessities?

When do we wear a mask?

Is it alright to go to the park, the lake, for a run, hike or bike ride?

Or just to walk the dog.

Can we go and visit a friend who is down, offer comfort to those who mourn? How do we take care of people who are sick, with virus or any other disease?

Are we doing enough?

And we can find ourselves asking “What will come next?”

It is easy to feel confused and a bit lost now, because it is so hard to know what to do.

Right now, we are truly in need of some guidance…but where will we find it?

We can look to today’s Gospel, when Jesus tells us that he is the good shepherd!

A shepherd leads the flock, feeds them, and cares for them…even when they do not want to be cared for, even when they want to go their own way.

As OUR good shepherd we can look to Jesus for guidance…to live in the answer of the old question: “What would Jesus do?”

We can do as Jesus taught us, by showing compassion, consideration, and care, for others.

We are following Jesus when we sacrifice our own comfort and convenience in order to keep others safe and protected.

When we act selflessly, putting the needs of others ahead of our own.

When we support those who are feeling brunt of this quarantine, through the kindness of a phone call or a text, connecting via Zoom or Skype…to help all of us feel less ‘isolated’.

When we offer comfort to those struggling, with money trouble, Depression, Addiction, or illness…even the virus, when we do all these things, we are following the lead of our good shepherd.

It is not always easy to follow Jesus, but then, his journey was not an easy one…but he is our best teacher and guide.

When we move forward despite our questions and doubts, and seek to do the next right thing…even if we are not sure what that is.

When we seek to unite rather than divide…

We can help each other find our way to healing, not just from the virus, but from all the ills and injustices that this pandemic has brought to the surface…where they can be treated.

For when we follow our good shepherd, we are acting as Christ in the world, sharing his message of hope…

The message of the Gospel, the message that God’s love is for all people, and is meant to be shared. This message has the power to reconcile and restore us.

And our world is very much in need of Christ’s message of hope, we are need of some good shepherding, because this health crisis has also become an economic and political struggle.

Causing us to become further divided at a time when we need to come together to face our common foe!

Yet, all is not lost, because while this pandemic can break us, it can also give us the opportunity face the faults that keep us apart, allowing us to move forward more connected and unified than ever before.

With our good shepherd leading the way, we too can become shepherds.

Amen

When We Least Expect It

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April 26, 2020

Luke 24:13-35 The Road to Emmaus

Jesus appears to us in the most unlikely of places, when we least expect it, in the quietest moments and in the grimmest…God is with us, always.

Even when we are not paying attention…

Often, we can get caught up in our daily lives and struggles to see God in our lives.

And there are times when we do not feel as if we deserve God’s Grace, that it is a gift given to others, but not to us.

When I found myself in such a place, and was all consumed by troubles that seemed insurmountable, I too felt very far removed from God’s Grace.

While I knew that we are constantly surrounded by the love of God, I was not feeling it in my life, instead I felt worry and pain.

Seeking relief, I drove over to Green Lane park, and began to hike on the trails near the old nature center. At one point, I stopped to stared out across the lake, finding calmness in the still surface of the water.

At that moment, I prayed to God for a peace, and perhaps…for a sign, that everything was going to be all right, although I did not know what ‘being all right’ would look like.

Just then, a fish broke the surface of the lake, jumping up into the air…and then another and another, and I took this as my sign!

Things did work out, not right away, and it wasn’t easy, but life did improve!

With the sight of that jumping fish, I was reminded that God was with me, and had been with me all along, I was just too caught up in my pain and misery to see it, until the presence was revealed to me in that simple way!

In today’s Gospel, we find some of the disciples on the road to Emmaus, so caught up in their own lives, and their own troubles, that they did not see the miracle in their midst…unaware that they were about to have their own ‘jumping fish’ moment.

When they met the stranger, the disciples were eager to share their struggles and fears with him…sometimes it is easier to share these with a stranger, or at least safer, because you assume that there will be less room for judgement.

This is especially helpful when you are trying to make sense of things that do not make much sense at all.

As they shared with the stranger, perhaps their burdens were lessened, and the disciples began to feel better, for the first time in a long while.

Then, the stranger began to lay some truth on the disciples, scolding them for their lack of faith, and then revealing that he had a deep knowledge of the scriptures and prophesies.

Falling into the role of teacher, the stranger reassured the disciples that God had everything under control, and that what had happened was all according to plan. It would not be an easy road, but there was comfort in knowing that everything was in God’s hands.

Sometimes we too just need to stop, look and listen for what God is trying to teach us, as we walk along our own road to Emmaus.

As we face the new challenges of living during a pandemic: the changes, the losses, the uncertainty and the fears.

Even now…God is always speaking to us!

God speaks to us when we make the sacrifices that keep each other safe, like staying home and wearing a mask when we do go out…

God speaks to us through the kindness of strangers as we help each other to get through these difficult days.

God speaks through a friend who calls or texts right when needed, who speaks truth to us, even when that truth may be difficult!

God speaks to us through our loved ones, who stand by us no matter what, even if they don’t always agree with what we do, or who we are (in the moment).

Even if these connections are now maintained online or on the phone.

God speaks through the love that we share together.

God speaks to us when we are quarantined in our homes, working and supporting those who cannot pursue their livelihoods.

And when we offer comfort to those who have experienced loss at a time when we cannot give shoulder to cry on, or hugs to ease the pain.

God speaks when we can get out doors,in the rain and wind, and in the park, on a beautiful day, walking the trails, or enjoying the sun, when it bathes us in warmth, or shines off of the waters of the lakes…and even when a fish breaks the surface of its stillness.

In the same way, just as Jesus did with the disciples…before he was recognized, we are too are called to speak for God.

As we share compassion and the truth of God’s love with others…God’s Word, and Grace are revealed to all who need to hear it, for all in need of hope, who need to be reminded of God’s presence in our lives.

This truth is that there is no where we can go, no matter how deep in despair, far into quarantine, or how lost we feel, there is no where that God’s love cannot find us.

For God is always with us, surrounding us like the air we breathe…sometimes, we need to just stop, pay attention, and take a deep breath.

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Peace Be With Us

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April 19, 2020; Second Sunday of Easter

John 20:19-31

I have red hair, when I was young, it was really red…and I was often reminded of this fact, by strangers, old ladies at church, and bullies.

One day, when I was in second grade, I ran afoul of said bullies, and after letting them know that I did not appreciate their teasing, they offered to meet up with me after school to discuss the situation further: a classic set up, right out of the movies.

However, it was not quite as much fun in real life.

So, when school ended, I found myself sheltering in place. I was smart enough to stay near the office, but could see the bullies loitering just outside. I knew I was safe for the moment, but would not be able to stay there for long, and was thinking of an exit strategy, but not coming up with anything practical.

All I knew was that it was not safe to go outside.

I was thinking about my chances of taking another exit, thinking they could not be watching both the front and back doors at the same time…right? Then I saw a rattling old ’65 Valiant pull up to the curb!

It was my big brother Pete!

I was not expecting him, but my mother had asked him to pick me up after school, because there was big news!

When I walked out of the school, the bullies approached, but Pete saw them and told them to “get lost” and they backed away!

I was safe, at least for that afternoon!

When I got home, my mother told me I was changing schools!

(Yes, this really happened)

I would have to get used to a ‘new normal’ but at least those bullies wouldn’t bother me again!

And I knew that no matter what happened, that I would always have someone watching my back, always have someone to support me…just like Pete did, when he chased off the bullies.

In today’s Gospel, we find the disciples, also sheltering in place.

They were afraid to go out…because it was dangerous out there.

I remember hearing this Gospel in church, as a child, and thinking that they lacked faith in God, faith in the words of Jesus.

Wondering why they did not go out boldly and stand up their bullies…although I used caution with my own.

Looking down on them because they were afraid, and hiding.

However, these were thoughts of a child, and I was mistaken. For the disciples, going out WAS dangerous!

It would have put their lives, and the lives of those they loved, at risk because the same people who had executed Jesus wanted to kill them as well!

So, the disciples stayed hidden, and waited until it was safe to go outside; although they did not know when that would be.

While in hiding behind locked doors, they did their best to make sense of everything that had happened:

The arrest, torture and death of Jesus, the threats given by those in power, and now, the stories of his return! None of it made any sense, no wonder the disciples were afraid and confused.

They were facing an uncertain future. They knew it would be different, but had no idea what it would be like…yet.

But, for the moment, they knew it was better for them to play it safe, and stay in hiding.

There are some of us who may be able to relate to how the disciples were feeling on this evening.

Then, in the midst of their fear, sorrow and confusion, Jesus was with them!

And he appeared right when they needed him!

Just like my brother Pete did on that afternoon!

On this evening, the disciples needed hope, they needed to have something to give them peace, they needed Jesus!

He knew this, and so the first thing Jesus said to them was “Peace be with you”.

Usually, it is a simple greeting, but here, in the midst of their hiding place, these words became something more!

The last thing the disciples were feeling at that moment was peace.

Jesus’ greeting was also a sincere wish calm, a message of hope in the midst of a very difficult time.

Telling them, “Peace be with you” was a way of letting the disciples know that they were not alone, that God was still with them…that the promise of Christ, the promise of new life, was at hand…and this was reason for peace!

And this gift was given to them…and to all of us!

Then, Jesus asks us all to go out into the world, to tell others the good news, to share this gift of peace with a troubled world.

It is not an easy task, as our world is unsettled, and not everyone wants to hear this message of peace, nor does everyone want to hear the about God’s presence in our world.

The disciples would discover this for themselves, and that is why their road was not an easy one, but Jesus never promised that following him would be easy. There were plenty of reasons for them to have fear and uncertainty, but in the words of Jesus: “Peace be with you” there is hope, and strength.

Because with these words, Jesus is reminding the disciples that they are not alone, that they were part of the miracle of the Resurrection.

That faith can overcome fear.

Our lives are not easy either, even without a pandemic there are plenty of reasons to feel fear and uncertainty…

And at a time like this, it is even more important to be at peace, to seek out the faith that can quiet our fear, the hope that is found in knowing that God’s love surrounds always.

It is also important to remember that not only did Jesus wish us peace, but he also called upon us to be peace in our world…and to share this gift with our troubled world.

For the more we share God’s love and grace with each other the stronger it grows!

When we show compassion to those who are struggling, offer comfort to those who mourn, we are sharing our faith, faith that speaks to fear and uncertainty.

It is together that we will find the peace that we need to face the challenges of today, together that we will become the peace we need to move forward into our new normal…as we adjust to a new way of life in the wake of the virus.

In our new normal, it will be even more important for us to watch out for each other; not only to share this peace, but to be that peace!

May the peace of the Lord be with us all.

The Long Week

Palm Sunday: April 5, 2020

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Matthew 27:11-54

Here we are, Palm Sunday, and we are coming to the end of a Lenten season like none of us have ever seen before.

What we have been through, gives us some insight into what it might have been like for Jesus and his disciples, living with constant uncertainty and anxiety, not being sure where their journey was leading them.

Today, in terms of our Lenten journey at least, we pausing to remember the triumph of Jesus’ arrival in the Jerusalem, knowing full-well that this is only a moment of joy, that darker days are to follow.

Knowing what is come, it would be nice to be able to celebrate the day; instead, our Gospel skips over this event and takes us to Jesus’ last three days: the worst part of Holy Week, but also the most significant.

These were days when hope must have appeared to be out of reach for Jesus and his disciples.

It was a long week for them…and it makes me wonder if Jesus looked back on his Palm Sunday triumph during the darkest times at the end of that week.

We know about long weeks, unfortunately, for some of us it has been longer than for others…with worries about family, health, jobs and finances…

To tell the truth, we have known too many of these ‘long weeks’ recently, and I am probably not the only one nostalgic for February.

And it is not fair…we did nothing to deserve all this, we were just living our lives as best we could, when the virus came and threw everything off course!

But when has life ever been ‘fair’?

Life certainly wasn’t fair to Jesus…

All his life, Jesus had tried to do what was right, to be a “Mensch”, a good person. He sought to follow God’s Will, no matter where it took him…and this, appears to be his reward: to be betrayed by a close friend, arrested, mocked, tortured and then rejected by the very people he had dedicated his life to helping.

And then he was executed as a subversive, an enemy of Rome, put to death in one of the most horrific ways possible!

With everyone watching.

Sometimes our only reward for doing the right thing is the knowledge that we have done what is right…and by doing so, we have made a difference in the lives of others.

Even if the results do not seem to be so great, at first…even if it sometimes feels like all our efforts were for nothing.

Back at beginning of the last century, there were Bridge Tenders, people who managed the opening and closing of drawbridges along the rivers surrounding New York City.

On one warm day in June, about 1930, one of these Bridge Tenders, up on the Harlem river, was enjoying a breeze outside of his small shelter, when he saw two girls fall into the water, where they were taken by the current.

Without hesitation, the Bridge Tender dove into the river in an attempt to save the girls. Though he caught up to one, the river was too strong for him, and all three died.

However, his sacrifice was not in vain. As a result, he won a Carnegie award for public service, with his widow and children receiving a modest prize which helped them to make ends meet. They also had the honor of seeing his name on a plaque in Grand Central Station.

And, his act inspired others to service, to show compassion for others.

The fact that I am sharing it today, proves that the Bridge Tender’s story did not end with his death…

Just as Jesus’ story did not end at the cross, but in the triumph of Easter morning, when he walked out of the dark of the tomb and into the soft light of dawn.

Giving us all hope.

Yet, as that long week turned toward the cross, that hope must have seemed very distant for Jesus.

In the midst of our long weeks, hope can seem far away from us as well…when will it end, why are we doing this, at the cost of jobs and relationships, the price of our freedom?

Where is our reward?

When we find ourselves thinking like this, we can instead think of the doctors, nurses and other people helping to fight this virus…it must feel like an uphill battle, with no end in sight, and instead, a lot of frustration, fear, and loss.

They are putting their lives on hold and at risk, in order to help us…and many of them are getting sick themselves.

It would not be surprising if they also found themselves asking “Where is our reward?”

Here, we can stop and once again look to Jesus, and so many who have followed in his footsteps…as the reward is not necessarily just for us as individuals, but for ALL of us, as a community!

What we are doing now will help to keep the people we share this world with safe and healthy, to slow the spread of the disease, and to save lives.

In this case, our reward will be knowing that we acted with compassion.

It will not be an easy journey for us, but at least we do not have to travel this road alone…

Even if we have to keep our distance, we will still have each other to help us through these dark days, and into our own Easter, and what comes beyond, as we step into our new lives.

We will get through this…together.

“Lazarus Come Out!”

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March 29, 2020

John 11:1-45; The Death of Lazarus

 

I have often wondered what it must have been like…

For Lazarus.

What it must have been like to be so sick, laying in his bed and hoping to see Jesus, not only because he was a friend, but also because Lazarus knew that Jesus…who had become known for healing others, may also be able to save him from this illness.

But still Jesus did not come, and Lazarus faded…

His sisters, Mary and Martha, were caring for him, spending their days in his sick room, praying for his recovery, and then, perhaps, for his comfort.

They too were hoping for Jesus to come and help, but were also disappointed.

We can only wonder what it must have been like for Lazarus, as he finally lost the battle with his illness, the light of this world slowly growing more distant until hope of healing was out of reach.

And still Jesus had not come to help.

We don’t have to imagine how Martha felt when Jesus finally arrived, but was far too late to help.

We can almost hear it in her voice when she tells him “Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died…”

But Jesus had his reasons for the delay, as he told his disciples a few days earlier “This illness does not lead to death; rather it is for God’s glory”.

Still and all, the loss of his friend did not feel good for him either.

This is why the Gospel tells us that “Jesus wept” at the loss of his friend.

In this moment, we can find ourselves weeping with him.

Then, we are also made a part of the joy experienced when Jesus called “Lazarus come out!” and the man staggered from the darkness of death and back into the light.

However, we have to wonder what it was like for Lazarus to return, to come back from the dead and its mysteries?

We wonder what those four days in the darkness were like, and what it did to him.

Many people who are in Recovery from Addiction to drugs or alcohol will say that they know what it is like to be in Hell, because that is where they addictions took them.

Finding Sobriety can be like coming back to life, returning from the dead and walking back into the light.

Yet this journey is not an easy one, because recovery does not bring us back to where we were, but takes us to a new place, and we have to learn a whole new way to live!

Perhaps Lazarus could have understood this.

After he was raised, his old life was out of reach, it no longer existed for him…

He had to find a new way to live his life.

The change must have been immediate, as how do you come back from the dead and not have even those you are closest to treat you differently?

And there was more, as the next chapter of John tells us that the same people who would soon be nailing Jesus to the cross also wanted to kill Lazarus.

They wanted to make sure he stayed this time, so that proof of Jesus’ miracle was not just walking around for all to see, so Lazarus ran away.

Jesus had given him a great gift, and he did not want it to be taken away from him so quickly.

According to one tradition, Lazarus fled to Cyprus, where he eventually met with the Apostle Paul, who appointed him Bishop in the newly formed church, responsible for sharing the good news of God’s love, as given through Christ…

A message he knew well, having received it in person from Jesus, as he was called back to life.

Yet, the trauma of his death and return must have weighed heavily on Lazarus…

Today, he would probably be diagnosed with PTSD…because, why not?

Being brought back from the day has got to be traumatic!

Tradition also tells us that after he came back, Lazarus seldom smiled or laughed. Instead, he remained taciturn, withdrawn and serious.

But he also became known for his piety, devotion to shepherding the church, and to helping all those in need. It was believed that this new life of service was inspired by what he had seen while in the land of the dead for those four days.

Trauma is something that many of us can relate to.

Most of us have known sorrow and suffering that has changed who we are, or has changed the lives of those we love…and now we are sharing another time of trial…together!

What all of us are going through will change our lives, because we can never go back to where we were before the virus hit, we are different people, just like a person in recovery from addiction…

Just like Lazarus.

While I do not believe that it is ever God’s Will for us to suffer, as Jesus pointed out, sometimes suffering can help bring out the best in us.

How we face this trauma can show the world what it means to be followers of Christ, to truly walk in his footsteps.

These times can make us stronger people, stronger in faith, and stronger in love and compassion for each other. Facing these challenges can also lead us to find reconciliation at a time when it seems as if many have been trying to pull us father apart.

We can find unity in having gone through a common trial, one that transcends all of our differences: politics, religion or race.

And we need to rely upon each other to get through this, and then to move beyond the virus and into a new life, because we can never go back…but that is okay, because when Jesus raised up Lazarus, he did not call upon him to back to his old life, but to a new one…a true gift of love.

The same new life promised to all of us in his resurrection on Easter morning, when Jesus himself stepped out of the darkness and into the light of a new day.

This promise was given to all of us on that early morning, as Christ came to change the world with the good news of God’s love for all people…a message we are all called to share together.

We share this message by caring for each other, and supporting each other, for wherever this message is shared, we inspire hope in each other.

Hope, that is sorely needed…not only today, in the midst of this crisis, but for the world that we will be moving into…together.

For this too shall pass…and we will all find recovery as we are all called back into the light to proclaim that God’s love still shines brightly!

 

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Jesus and The Blind Man

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March 22, 2020

John 9:1-41; Jesus Heals the Blind Man

Lent has become a very real for us this year…

Not only are we following Jesus as he journeys towards the cross, we may be feeling as if we are actually making that journey ourselves…

We are experiencing things that most of us never thought we’d see…not outside of a movie or a TV show.

During this season, we have found ourselves living with uncertainty and anxiety, in danger of getting lost in the darkness that comes with the fear of the unknown.

Searching for meaning, seeking the light…when all we want is for things to go back to normal.

When we are not even be sure what ‘normal’ means any more.

For the blind man in today’s gospel, the darkness was normal, it was all he knew…to be healed was something he could hardly imagine.

Then, Jesus came along and changed everything…

He gave the blind man sight, for the first time ever, and gave him a new ‘normal’.

We may read of this miracle and think that the blind man’s life was great after Jesus restored his sight, but healing is not always easy, while the blind man was given a miracle, it came with a price: lots of questions and accusations, and a lot to get used to, as his life would never be the same again.

He had to learn a whole new way to live, as he could never go back to the life he knew.

A few years ago, while walking out to my car, I slipped and fell on the ice, and I shattered my elbow!

This left me with pins and a plate in my elbow, which led to a long and painful recovery. After a couple of weeks of healing, I started Physical Therapy. It was not fun, but with a lot of help, I was able to regain about 90% of the use of my arm.

I got better, but things did not go back to the way they were before the accident, I simply had to get used to a new normal.

Today, we too are moving towards our own new ‘normal’ and the journey between here and there will not be an easy one.

It will be difficult and painful for so many…

But with each other’s help, we will find healing; however, our lives will never be the same.

While this too shall pass, it will leave a scar.

Just as I did after my accident, and like the blind man in the Gospel, we too will need to adjust to our new lives, and we may find ourselves in mourning for what we have lost:

A job, a lifestyle, a relationship or perhaps, sadly, we may even find ourselves mourning people who have fallen victim to the virus.

Or to the fear it inspires.

And this is where faith comes in, for this is a gift that can carry us through all the changes and challenges that we will face on our way to healing.

For faith, especially when shared, enables us to face our fears, and speaks to our anxiety, as it is the good news of God’s gracious love, which surrounds and supports us always…

It is this gift that inspires to keep moving forward, giving us hope for the future, assuring us that our world can never grow so dark that the light of God’s love cannot reach us.

This is Jesus’ promise, a promise given when he told those questioning him about the miracle, and also told us, that he is the light of the world…

The true light of God’s love, given for us all…the light that we are called to share together, until it grows so strong that there is no darkness left.

The light that gives us hope on our own journey…

For it is the same light that shines forth from the empty tomb, a light that remind us that for every season of Lent, there is an Easter.

We Thirst

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March 15, 2020; The 3rd Sunday in Lent

John 4:5-42: Jesus and the Samaritan woman at the well.

There’s an old reggae song that goes like this:

“You never miss your water, till your well runs dry /Tell me, tell me, whatcha gonna do when your well runs dry?”

Today, we may all be feeling a bit like our wells have run dry…

Not only are many of the grocery store shelves empty, but we too may be feeling kind of empty, and more than a little afraid.

Most of us have never seen days like this, the last major pandemic to go through the area happened 102 years ago, in 1918, and while we may have heard stories from grandparents or great grandparents, no one alive today has first-hand experience to share with us.

These strange days have left many of us feeling thirsty…

In need of some comfort, some support…

Thirsty for hope, something to hold on to.

In our Gospel today, we find a thirsty Jesus asking for help from an unusual source: a Samaritan woman, who had also come to get a drink.

Now, Samaritans and Jews were not supposed to get along, they treated each other with suspicion and only talked to each other when absolutely necessary.

Sharing a drink of water, would have been unheard of…because they were from such different groups, with a tradition of animosity.

The Jews considered Samaritans unclean, and would avoid them whenever possible…

But here is Jesus, asking a Samaritan woman for a drink of water, asking her for help!

Jesus was thirsty, and that thirst was greater than any prejudice he was told that he was supposed to harbor towards this woman.

The woman was also thirsty, not just for water, but for meaning and for hope!

The hope that can be found in the water of eternal life which Jesus promised her!

Today, we may be feeling just a bit afraid…and we are thirsty for comfort and reassurance, as we are facing much uncertainty…

And we are kept on edge with each announcement, report, social media posting, and news broadcast.

We are told to practice social distancing, to stay home, wash our hands, and not to touch each other, or even our own faces!

It is understandable that we would want to withdraw, to take all we can for ourselves and our families and hide behind closed doors until this danger has passed.

We are at a crucial moment: when we can widen the divisions between us, making this every person for themselves…

Or we can seek to follow the example of Jesus, and of the woman at the well.

Today, instead of putting up walls, we can put aside those things that keep us divided, and reach out to help each other with compassion and hope.

We can offer each other support, because we are all in this together…and because this is what Jesus calls us to do.

But, how do we offer each other care and support while ‘social distancing’?

How do we quench this thirst for comfort and hope if we cannot get together share these gifts?

If we cannot join for worship and fellowship?

In 1918 when events were cancelled and church services suspended, the people still had a strong sense of community…

If a house was under quarantine, neighbors would leave food and letters on doorsteps, hold conversations though closed doors or windows, and other similar acts of kindness.

Today, we can do many of these same things, but we have something that our ancestors did not have during the last great pandemic, we have the ability to text, skype and Instagram, to IM, and to stay connected in ways they would have never dreamed of…

We can also be more considerate of others, by not taking more for ourselves than needed, by getting supplies for the older folks who may be reluctant or unable to get out to search the sparse shelves for themselves.

We can slack our great thirst for hope, for the water of life, by sharing the unconditional love of God, through showing compassion for each other.

Today, we may be feeling frustrated and afraid…uncertain about what comes next.

We may even be feeling alone and lost…

But in today’s Gospel, we are told that we are never alone, and never so lost that God’s love cannot find us…

For God’s love is with us whenever we share the water offered by Jesus to the woman and the well, and given to each of us in the Resurrection!

This water gives us hope when all seems bleak, it sustains us as we grow weary as we face the trials of life: the strife and discord that can divide us, worries about money, work, family, relationships, addiction and of course…disease.

And where this water is shared, there is reconciliation, as our brokenness begins to heal, and we remember that we are all part of the family of God…

Being part of God’s family means that we are all invited to drink from the well of hope that will never run dry.

Hope that can calm our fears and quench the deepest thirst.

Amen

Moving Out

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January 25, 1997 was a rainy Saturday.

I had already made the arrangements. I had signed the lease and got an approval to move in a week early (and pay an extra week of rent); I had talked to a lawyer about what steps I needed to take, and about what I had to do in order to keep my daughter with me, and then had the difficult conversation with my wife…she did not put up much of an argument, I think she knew it was for the best.

It was a difficult decision, but things had run their course, and now we were doing nothing but running into brick walls.

She even helped me to pack and pick out new stuff for the apartment, dishes, pots, pans, cleaning supplies, even sheets and towels, all that I would need to start a new life. I was grateful that she did not make it more difficult, but also a little disappointed that she did not try harder to keep me…keep us, at home.

But then, we had been trying for so long…and we both knew we were done, there was no moving forward together.

I got the keys the night before the big move, and took over a few boxes, the TV, VCR and some pillows and blankets. Then, I picked up my daughter, got some McDonald’s and we spent the first night watching movies and sleeping on the floor of the new place. This way, I could truthfully say that when I moved, I took my daughter with me.

The actual move went well. I brought my daughter back to her mother, and had two friends to help out, and there was not a lot of stuff…the biggest thing being an old bookcase. It was a challenge getting that up the narrow staircase to the second floor, and it did get scuffed, we made it. Most of the rest of the items were just ‘smalls’. Still, it took a few hours, and I was grateful…the best part of the move was taking my friends out to lunch at Pizza Como when it was all over.

That evening, I went home to the apartment alone, my daughter stayed with her mother. I remember how good it felt to be all moved in, and to away from the stress that my marriage and home had become. I sat in my big easy chair, left the TV off and just listened to the sounds from the other apartments in the house. Downstairs, I could hear kids laughing, from upstairs, I could hear music, and from the other side of the wall, the sound of a TV. These were the sounds of people living their lives, and I was grateful for them…and for the peace.

The next day, I went to buy a new bed for my daughter (and had to retrieve the mattress from 422 when it blew off of the Subaru…it was covered in plastic), went home, set it up, continued to unpack and that evening, I picked up my daughter, and we were finally home!

After a dinner of chicken strips and potatoes (the first of many), another movie, and a story, I put her bed. As I was exhausted in every way, I went soon after. Our rooms were connected, so when I got into bed, I must have woken her up, and when I turned out the light, she asked if she could come in and sleep with me (she was two). I assured her that I was only a few feet away, and explained that I spent $200 for the bed, and that was why I wanted her to sleep in it. She seemed fine with that, we said “Good Night” and both tried to sleep…in the midst of so much change.

We lived in that apartment for more than six years. These were not all easy times, especially in the beginning, when we were adjusting to so much, but I did the best I could at the time. I had a lot to learn about being a parent…and some of those lessons were learned by making mistakes.

However, along with the difficult days, there were many good times. We had access to a huge yard, and spent hours and hours playing there, from make-believe with her toy animals, to soccer practice. We turned the small living-room into a fort for a few weeks, and her room became a playroom where Barbies cavorted with lions, tigers, bears and dogs!

And we had a play-kitchen where we dined on plastic peas and rubber cockroaches.

It was a place where I relearned the joy of playing, and where we both grew up. When we left to move into our own, much bigger, house, there was some sadness for me, but it was time to move on…just like it was time for that marriage to end.

Since then, life has continued to move forward, and has had some serious lows, but also some amazing highs (no pun intended); and a whole lot of the day to day ordinary.

While I like my house, I will always have a soft-spot for our old apartment, which got us started off on our new life. I have become grateful for that ordinary, that my daughter and I are still a family, that I have found a relationship that works, and that I have even made amends with my ex-wife…because all that resentment proved to be too heavy to carry around, and certainly too heavy to keep moving with me.

Stuck in Whether or Not

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I love the tree…

Huge and leafy, its canopy spreads out to cover three houses, and it hovers over several power lines. It is big, beautiful and majestic…it was a selling point of the house, and now it has the potential to sink my fragile ship of finance.

Although safely ensconced in my home office, I am still in its shade. I love the old tree, and have often when it first sprouted. Was my yard part of a fam field, a meadow, or just part of a clump of trees growing on the edge of town? Maybe there was already a street, and it simply grew up in the back yard, always in the shadow of my house…until it grew bigger than the house.

For decades, it has withstood storms of wind, rain, ice and snow, including several hurricanes that made its way inland. It has stood strong as the world has changed around it, continuing to give shade to my house and those around it. It has been home to numerous bird and squirrel nests and has become a landmark (at least for me) and a source of peace and leaves for the entire block.

Since I owned the house, the tree has been trimmed several times, but in recent years, I have not been able to afford a professional, so I have done the minimum by myself, and the tree has appeared to manage just fine despite my armature arboreal skills. Unfortunately, I recently returned from my first real vacation in years, to find that the tree has began to split down the middle!

It has been a very wet and stormy Spring and Summer, and this has taken a toll on the entire area. There have been down-pours, floods, high winds and a tornado even touched down nearby.

Now, it seems as if time has begun to run out for the tree.

The split is growing bigger every day, and if nothing is done, a quarter of this big tree will wind up in the side of my house, as well as that of my neighbor. Another quarter will wind up taking down powerlines and blocking the alley…but at least my insurance will cover it…I hope.

Now, it is a case of whether or not we can save the whole tree…and how it will be paid for, but these are issues for tomorrow (literally).

If it stays, the tree will be smaller, as will my bank account…but both will grow stronger again.

Where there is life, there is always hope.

If it goes, I will plant a new tree in its place, using one of the nascent saplings that the it has spawned. For nothing that powerful, that magnificent can ever truly be gone, as it will leave a legacy of new life and new growth that will can never be lost or forgotten.

It’s that whole circle of life thing coming to fruition.

It is just tough to be in the in-between place, uncertain of how things will turn out, what the results will be.

So, I consult with the experts, getting their opinions and seeking to make the best choice for the tree, and for myself.

But right now, I am stuck in the “whether or not”, waiting to see how this will all work out, and having faith that no matter what the result, and how that will impact my bank account (and house), that all will be okay…not necessarily easy, and not without pain…but okay.

Where there is life…there is hope…even if that hope can be hard to hold on to at times.

And it is this hope that feeds our faith.