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 Rev. Beth Burton-Williams |
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Fall, 2017
Dear Christian friends, This morning the trash monsters had been at it again: those folks who drive backroads in Johnston county and leave bags of trash burst open on the side of the road. Sometimes it is household garbage at the end of my driveway, sometimes it is beer bottles and drink cans in the woods nearby, once it was an old green couch down in the creek, and today it was a half eaten meal from Wendy’s by the mailbox, complete with the telltale signs that critters found it before I did - the only ones out here who are in any way appreciative of the mess left behind. I often wonder what people are thinking when they toss out the leftovers of their lives. Do they think someone else is going to clean it up? Do they just not care if it gets cleaned up? Do they think since no one saw them do it, it isn’t a problem? Whose responsibility is it to care when everybody thinks it is someone else’s problem? You know, the old “somebody sure needs to ...” Somebody sure needs to clean up that mess… help those people… do something about that … (fill in here with anything, really). Me? I am just too busy, Lord. Got too much on my plate. I’m sure someone will get it done… I’ll be sure to point out this problem to someone who will be willing to help. Maybe I can help more when I retire. November is the month we stop still in our tracks and say … ME. It is my responsibility to help with this problem. Whether anyone is watching or not, it is still my responsibility. Whether I will directly benefit or not from this problem being solved, even then it is my responsibility to help out in any way I can. Because I wear the yoke of a servant. Because I have picked up my cross in the name of the one who carried his for the whole world. Because I am faithful to the God who created this world, and I want to leave it better than I found it. And yes, we do this all the time, so why November especially? Because this is the month we fill out our pledge cards and bring them proudly to church to commit ourselves by putting our money where our mouth is. Because this is the month we say Happy Thanksgiving - thank you Lord for all you have blessed me with, and now, here I am. Send me. Proud to be your pastor, First Christian, Beth Summer, 2017 There is a world traveler in my pond. Eels are mysterious, fascinating creatures that are enough like snakes I squeal when one comes up on a fishing pole, but they are vital and intrinsic parts of the life and health of freshwater ecosystems. Like massive armies they forge up our rivers and streams, consuming massive quantities of worms, mosquito larvae, and decaying debris, thereby keeping our waterways clear and healthy. Eels begin their lives in the warm waters of the Sargasso Sea. From there they begin their mysterious and elusive migration onto continents and into freshwater rivers, lakes and streams. They live as freshwater fish until it is time to spawn, at which time they reverse the whole process and return to the Sargasso Sea to reproduce and die. In the time they live as freshwater creatures, eels can be found in every river, ditch and watering hole across the land. They are extremely resilient and resourceful creatures, propelling themselves over wet grass, digging through wet sand, and traveling underground waterways to reach their destinations. By forces of nature I do not begin to understand, some find their way into my pond on Crantock Road. All the way from the Sargasso Sea to my little pond. Then, by some unknown cue, mature adults will suddenly turn and reverse the process – head back downstream to return to the sea where their life began, the place where they will spawn and die. From the Sargasso Sea to my pond and back again. A reminder to me that all of life on this huge, beautiful planet is interconnected, dependent upon each other for survival, flowing into each other and out again as we dance the ancient mysterious dance of life to which the Creator set our feet at the dawn of time. Does the Creator intentionally weave us together in this great web of life, each strand dependent on the other for survival? Does the Creator endow humans with the ability and the responsibility for caretaking the web which is the joy and the delight of its Creator? My study of scripture, my experience of the church as the place God’s creative glory is worshipped, and the eel in my pond all tell me the answer to these questions is a resounding “Yes”. Proud to be in the yoke with you, First Christian, Beth (P.S. Thanks, Marty – for being my pond partner and for giving me the article on freshwater eels!) March 1, 2017 I knew Spring was coming the morning I came out of my bedroom and found the hawks playing on the front yard. Google “do animals play?” and you will find a plethora of opinions across the range of scientific study. For years, animal study has been dominated by hard core behaviorists who presume a Darwinian history of life in which all animal behaviors evolved simply as mechanisms to become a fitter survivor. Recently, however, some scientists are beginning to entertain the possibility that sometimes animals stop and engage in behavior that has no survivalist benefit but that is – well, just fun. I have watched this pair of red shouldered hawks for two nesting seasons now. I have watched them teach their young to hunt, sometimes using a little “tough love” as the hungry juveniles fly and screech after mom and dad “I don’t want to grow up! Feed me!” I have heard the screams of their prey – not my favorite sound. I have seen them fish and practice aerial flight maneuvers. I have watched them preen on the branch outside my window, and heard them sound a warning whenever the dogs get too close. But this morning they were playing – flying low and chasing each other across the yard, standing on the ground and then flying straight up as if to see who could get to their favorite tree branch first, darting back and forth across the yard from the tree branch to their favorite perch on my flower bed fence. Christians have always known that joy is a part of creation. Our ancient texts tell us that when God created the world, the morning stars sang together and all the sons of God shouted for joy. That the Leviathan was created to play in the sea. That amazement and joy flooded the disciples on that great first morning, the morning the world was recreated and made new by resurrection. That the day is coming in the bright light of God when the nursing child will play without fear over the hole of the poisonous snake because none shall hurt or destroy on all his holy mountain. Joy is a part of creation, and play is simply an expression of joy. But now the coffee in my cup was cold, and I was late for work where the message light was already blinking and folks were getting impatient. Later that day I would begin planning Lent, the 40 days we walk close to the cross on our way to Jerusalem. Yet out on the horizon Easter is waiting, and spring… and on the front lawn, the hawks were saying thank you to their creator by just enjoying being alive. Proud to be your pastor, FCC- Beth Christmas 2016
There was a dead deer in our pond in October. We discovered it one morning after it apparently was struck by a car on Crantock road and lived just long enough to topple unceremoniously into our mud. As Marty hitched up the tractor and pulled the deer out with a chain, I wondered what would have happened if we had been out of town when it died. What would have happened to the new stock of grass carp we had just released? What about all the furry wild critters that depend on the pond for drinking water? If we hadn’t been at home there would have been only, as the native Americans used to say, “death in the water”. Everybody needs a break from time to time, a chance to get away and get perspective, but the deer reminds me of just how important our day-to-day life and work is. Minding the store. Counting the beans. Checking in on the neighbor. Showing up at work on time and prepared so others in the community with us can carry on with their lives. Making a difference in our small corner of the world, one word, one action at a time. What would have happened if the shepherds had not been at their post, keeping watch over their flocks by night? What if the wise men had not been faithfully watching the stars as they came into view each evening? What if Joseph had not been willing to stay put and shoulder his responsibilities? They would have missed Jesus. Love to my church family this Christmastide, Beth Burton-Williams |
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