April 16, 2017
by Dr. R. Scott
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Easter. Morning.

It is Easter morning, and as the artist He Qi suggests in his marvelous painting, the demons of violence and hatred begin to flee, even as the women who discovered Christ on that first Easter morning begin to awake. Something runs. Something draws near. I suppose that is true this Easter day too. Take a moment. Pause. Consider your life. What needs to be sent away? What needs to come close? The celebration of this day is more than a look at the past; it is always a look within. The tomb of the heart awaits its opening.

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April 15, 2017
by Dr. R. Scott
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Holy. Saturday.

Giotto_di_Bondone_009-largeSuch an amazing painting by Giotto. The angels encircle the body of Jesus. Some cover their ears. Others cover their eyes. Their grief is palpable. His friends have taken him off the cross. They gaze upon his body. Has this really happened? Is this real? How could the world do this to him. Everyone looks frozen. Grief does that to us, of course, it stops us in our tracks and turns out heart into the rock of Gibraltar. It is Saturday. The day in between death and life. A waiting time. Liminal time. What was is over and what will be has not been revealed. Oh, how faith is needed on a Saturday.

April 14, 2017
by Dr. R. Scott
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Good. Friday.

6The dark cross in this painting is massive. It dominates the canvas. It dominates the consciousness of anyone who gazes upon this incredible painting by Georgia O’Keefe. I love this painting. The New Mexico hills look like the backs of elephants stacked side by side. You want to touch this cross. Feel the pegs at the center of the painting. Spirit is tactile. Awareness wants skin. But there is also a horizon of light — yellow and orange and red — and it spreads from one side of the canvas to the other, a reminder that the somberness of death is not the whole story. There is a light. It beckons us to follow. To believe. To look through the suffering of today and see that there is something beyond it. That takes faith, of course, but Good Friday is a good day for faith.

April 13, 2017
by Dr. R. Scott
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Holy. Thursday.

00000937-largeHoly Thursday celebrates one of the great acts of Jesus — He washes  the feet of the disciples. He then commands them to “love one another as I have loved you.” This is the essence of Christ energy — to love as we have been loved. To love the way he loved. This image, a Romanesque fresco from southern France, captures the starkness of generosity and the surprise, if not shock, of receiving such kindness. Tonight at First Church we will gather at 7 pm for a time of reflection on this profound call to love one another. Music will be shared. The Eucharist celebrated. Prayers offered to God. All are welcome.

April 12, 2017
by Dr. R. Scott
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Holy. Wednesday.

4In this painting by William Congdon, “Crucifixion 2,” we encounter the energy of Christ. Not merely a person, in this painting Christ becomes pure energy of creative, transforming love. Christ is a burst of divine energy. It’s one thing to know a lot about Jesus; it’s another to be engaged by the real energy of the divine that is forever being released into the world through him. The spiritual life is about tapping into the deepest energies of life. For Christians, the opportunity of Holy Week is to move into the currents under the surface of ancient events; we swim in the rivers that flow under the ocean.

April 11, 2017
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Holy. Tuesday.

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This painting reminds us, not just of the suffering of Jesus, but the suffering that accumulated around him. In this painting by Fra Angelico, you see at the bottom of the canvas Mary, the mother of Jesus, who has fainted and is comforted by two other women. Through her we get a glimpse into the suffering God, the God who collapses with heartache in the face of violence, betrayal and oppression. Mary’s tenderness, her vulnerability, is a reminder that love breaks us open again and again. Is it painful? Yes. But it is so essential to our humanity.

April 10, 2017
by Dr. R. Scott
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Holy. Monday.

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This painting of the crucified Christ is by the great Spanish artist Velazquez. The Christ figure, hanging upon the cross, looks contemplative. He looks as if he is in a meditative / dreaming state of consciousness. To gaze upon him, oddly enough, provides some degree of calm. A peace that passes all understanding. How is it that in the middle of chaos we can find calm or in the middle of a storm we reach moments of peace? Faith opens the heart to such mysteries, and during this Holy Week, we are invited to sit in a contemplative place. Sometimes pausing is the pathway to God.

April 3, 2017
by Dr. R. Scott
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It’s. Not. About. You.

An enterprising Chinese man pulls a bicycle cart packed high with bags of recyclable plastic containers in Shanghai July 25, 2002. The man sells each kilogram (2.2 pounds) of plastic for 0.08 yuan ($.01) to a nearby depot. REUTERS/Claro Cortes IV CC/JD - RTR846W

How easy it is to take it all on ourselves. Personalize it. Believe that it is a judgment against us . . . or we believe we’re not enough . . . or we’ve made some kind of egregious mistake . . . or we feel insufficient compared to others . . . let me say it . . . please hear me today . . . it’s not about you.

A friend doesn’t call. And he doesn’t call. And he doesn’t call. It’s not about you.

Someone at works goes off in anger and offers a torrent of criticism. It’s not about you.

A spouse grows sullen, and you wonder what you’ve done. It’s not about you.

A child appears unhappy evening after evening. You try to make him or her happy but you feel like you’re failing. It’s not about you.

A person who is normally friendly isn’t so friendly as you pass in the hallway at work or church or school. It’s not about you.

A retail person treats you coldly, even when you try to be decently friendly. It’s not about you.

A customer goes off, inordinately s0, over-the-top upset about this or that. It’s not about you.

Take a Breath today. And for good measure take a few more. Most of us find ourselves in situations from time to time when we think we’re not enough or we’ve done something wrong. Set yourself free — believe it for a few minutes — it’s not about you! (Thank God!)

 

March 29, 2017
by Dr. R. Scott
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A. Morning. Prayer.

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A Morning Prayer

Still dark this morning.

The sky is clear.

The moon offers itself to us again.

Venus is still flickering.

The worries of the day have yet to begin.

Consider this. This. Consider this today:

So much of the world is free. 

 

March 23, 2017
by Dr. R. Scott
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I. Would. Like. To. Write. A. Blog.

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I would like to write a blog but I don’t know what to write. Do other bloggers feel the same way? Or do their cups perpetually runneth over? They say the desert in southern California is now ablaze with wildflowers. I envy the desert. Wouldn’t you like to awaken from a drought and blossom with lavish beauty?

Sometimes I don’t sleep well, and I’m guessing a few of you are in the same boat. I wake at midnight or two in the morning. The worst time of night is 3.40 am. It’s an island of dread. Too late to reclaim the night and too early to embrace the morning. There is no agony quite like 3.4o in the morning.

I now have a second dog — Daisy. Gracie sleeps on her dog bed. Daisy now sleeps with me. She starts in her chair at night, but at some point, like Carey Grant in the movie “To Catch a Thief,” she makes her way from the chair to the floor and then next to me on the bed. She then becomes an immoveable object. She is the Gibraltar of sleeping dogs. The great Unmoved Mover.

So much of life is a blank canvas. Some days I do something with it and some days I don’t. The same is true of the night. It is blank. What to do with our days? Our nights? Our lives? Sometimes I think the answer is this: We do something. You have a blank page and you begin to write. Pretty soon you have a blog. Or a sermon. Or a new book. You begin a relationship. You listen and share and listen some more. You begin a new job and you just start.

So much of life begins with the terror of emptiness. Interestingly enough, Christianity and Buddhism share a great love for emptiness. Jesus said you must lose your life to find it. Translated — You have to go through a drought every now and then for something new to bloom. The Buddha said, “Form is emptiness and emptiness is form.” In other words, there is no such thing as nothing-ness. Something is always lurking in our nothing.

Take a Breath today. I’ve had a little bit of a drought this week. Maybe you’ve been having one lately too. Maybe it’s not one thing, but in the words of the Dawes, my new favorite group, maybe it’s a “little bit of everything.” Whatever it is, you remind me and I’ll remind you — let’s not run from our emptiness. Let’s embrace it and see what happens. Who knows? Maybe even emptiness can become a blog.