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The Temptation to Tweak the Lord’s Prayer

Pope Francis has suggested the Catholic Church consider a change in how it renders the Lord’s Prayer (the “Our Father”), when it comes down to that whole “temptation” thing. The line in the Catholic translation in English is “Lead us not into temptation.” A similar translation is used in Italy.

Francis says, “It is not He that pushes me into temptation and then sees how I fall. A father does not do this. A father quickly helps those who are provoked into Satan’s temptation.”

The Catholic Church in France recently tweaked its translation “ne nous soumets pas à la tentation,” (do not submit us to temptation), which has been replaced with “ne nous laisse pas entrer en tentation” (do not let us enter into temptation). And apparently the official Spanish version of the prayer, which is what Francis would have grown up with, is “no nos dejes caer en la tentación” (do not let us fall into temptation). The Portuguese version is similar to the Spanish.

Of note, a new Italian version of the Bible, written and approved by the Catholic bishops there in 2008 (before Francis was made Pope), uses a different translation than the Italian Catholic liturgy: “Do not abandon us to temptation.”

Nevertheless, as with anything Francis suggests, the whole idea has been treated with a bit more alarm than it probably deserves (some of the color commentary about the Pope arrogantly “changing the words Jesus spoke” and “rewriting scripture” is particularly amusing).

The issue is all about translations of translations — Jesus’ words as ostensibly spoken in Aramaic have passed down through the original Greek the Gospels were written in, thence to Latin (at least for Catholic purposes) and then to their modern language “vernacular” renditions (notwithstanding the desire of some conservative American Christians to somehow sanctify the King James Version as perfect, as though Jesus spoke in English).

The key word in play in the Greek of the New Testament is πειρασμός (peirasmos), which has implications of trial, tempting, and testing. The Lord’s Prayer, using that word, shows up in Matthew 6:9-13 and (in a shorter form) in Luke 11:2-4. The key phrase in the Lord’s Prayer got translated into the Latin Vulgate by St Jerome as “ne nos inducas in tentationem,” which was translated into in English as “lead us not into temptation.”

It’s also been suggested, beyond Francis’ comments, that the original phrase prayer request doesn’t necessarily refer to temptation or trial around sin, but asking to be spared of the sorts of “trials and tribulations” that folk like Job went through.

Since God hasn’t offered a press release or set of corrections, the actual translation to use has been up to humans to make. And that, in turn, has meant the the interpretation of a given era tends to color the “correct” understanding.

Many Protestant English-speaking churches (including my own Episcopalian one) sometimes or always use an alternative phrase, developed by liturgists in the 1970s, “Save us from the time of trial,” which carries the same sense that Francis is going after here.

Interestingly, the debate about the change is not solely on the basis of theological truth, or even linguistic certainty, but ceremonial propriety. As one Anglican theologian quoted says, “In terms of church culture, people learn this prayer by heart as children. If you tweak the translation, you risk disrupting the pattern of communal prayer. You fiddle with it at your peril.”

Anglican and Catholic Churches are, by definition, liturgical, so varying the wording of anything there is always subject to a certain amount of angst and resistance from the traditionalists in the pews and pulpits.

In my parish, we use the traditional English most of the time, but for a couple of months each summer use an alternative translation (which includes that “time of trial” verbiage). The idea is to actually force people to think about what they are saying, not just rattle off a bunch of syllables in unison. I tend to agree with that mixing up the the approach, but I also understand that there are people who fall way on either side of it — those for whom the idea of repetitive prayer is anathema, and others who want things to always look and seem the same.

Other interesting articles on the subject:

And, for reference:




Pope Francis Suggests Changing The Words To The ‘Lord’s Prayer’
The phrase “lead us not into temptation” isn’t right, the pontiff says, because “a father does not do this.” France’s Catholic Church has changed the phrase in its version of the Lord’s Prayer.

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If you have a hankering for some good tango music this Friday

My parish is hosting a series of free concerts over the coming months. These are professional musicians, and there's no cost for attending; any donations / offerings made will go fully and directly local homeless and hunger projects.

The performers this month are Carl Algermissen and Ethan Lazarus of Grand Tango (http://www.grandtango.com/), playing the music of Argentinian composer Astor Piazzolla on the piano and cello, blending tango music with classical and jazz elements.

Alas, I won't be able to go (football game … marching band … etc.), but anyone who's in the south metro Denver area is welcome, and, I believe, will enjoy themselves.

The concert is on Friday, 23 October, at 7pm, at Good Shepherd Episcopal Church (http://gshep.org/content/location).




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GRAND TANGO AN EVENING OF TANGO FRIDAY, OCTOBER 23 AT 7 PM

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Way down yonder in the Pumpkin Patch

One silver lining to unemployment is the opportunity to do some volunteer work. In today's case, I'm manning the annual pumpkin patch at our church (Good Shepherd Episcopal, 8545 E Dry Creek, Centennial, CO). All proceeds go organizations helping the homeless and hungry in the Denver metro area.

If you're in the area, come on down!

 

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Easter Vigil

I enjoy the Easter Vigil service much more than Easter Day. The crowds are less. There are fewer distractions by Easter Bonnets and Easter Eggs and pastels (not that there's anything wrong with pastels). I just find the Vigil service to be more contemplative, more symbolic in its passage from darkness into light, a better way to ring in the ecclesiastical New Year.

We all three served down at Good Shepherd last night — +Kay Hill as an acolyte, +Margie Kleerup as a Eucharistic Minister (doling out the wine at communion, as well as carrying the cross in and out). I was more on the performance side — singing parts of the Exsultet (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Exsultet, though we did the Episcopal version). I also narrated a video based on Ezekiel's vision of the bones (https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Ezekiel+37%3A1%E2%80%9314&version=NRSV), which was perfect for a "Voice of God" guy like me.

Regardless of one's theology (or lack thereof), the passage from darkness to light, from mourning to joy, from despair to hope, is a profound experience, and one that is I think extensible beyond the walls and people in a church or a particular faith.

Happy Easter, all.

 

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"When I was hungry, you fed me"

This evening, the vestry from my parish did their annual service at St Clare's Ministries just south of downtown Denver. This is an adjunct building to the (Episcopal) Church of St Peter & St Mary, where once a week they open the doors to feed as many homeless and impoverished people as they can, and to provide them clothing as well.

It was a neat experience.  I got there early and got set to work setting up the tables and pouring cups of lemonade. That led to me being on lemonade (and coffee) duty all through the meal, which got me circulating around the whole room (and out of the kitchen).

The clientele was a remarkably mixed bag, from some folks who were clearly homeless, sometimes impaired in some fashion, and almost certainly sleeping rough, to others who just appear to be temporarily down on their luck and needing an extra hot meal to keep things going.

Anyone who wanted lemonade, I poured it.

I'm not relating this tale to blow my own horn about how righteous I am.  Anything but. I just want to share what a positive experience it was, and to encourage anyone who has the opportunity to volunteer in such a way to make a point to do so. It's easy to talk about "the poor" and "the hungry" in a very generic and faceless fashion; actually encountering them and being in a position to do something to help — is different, in a truly worthwhile fashion.

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Coming down off the mountain

Back from my vestry retreat up at Cathedral Ridge, jiggety-jig.  It was actually a pretty cool get-together — the current vestry is an interesting team, and it was refreshing to see an effort being made to take a more strategic look at what our parish needs to do to meet immediate needs as well as changes and trends in the Episcopal Church, North American Christianity, and our society as a whole.

Going to be a busy year (or three).

Signaling a Retreat

No, not that kind of retreat.

As part of my new membership in our parish vestry, I'm spending most of the weekend (starting this evening) up at the Cathedral Ridge conference center for our annual vestry retreat, wherein we get to know each other, discuss plans and strategies for the next year, talk God stuff, and things like that.

Of course, the picture doesn't exactly look like that right now, but the temps up there aren't much different from those down here in Denver, so I'm not too worried. I've been up there once before , and it's a nice place. It needs some serious work from the condition it was in when we bought it, but the core facilities are sound.

I seem to recall they had WiFi up there, so I won't be completely out of touch. But I probably won't be tweeting the proceedings, either.

Now, if I can just get my weekly status reports done for work, I can get on the move …

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Pumpkins Picked

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Pumpkin Patch

So my church (Good Shepherd Episcopal in Centennial, http://gshep.org) has been doing a "pumpkin patch" fund-raiser the past few years, proceeds of which go to our various outreach (community charity) programs.  It's been a surprising success, which is very cool.

Sunday was supposed to be the date when the pumpkin truck arrived this year (coming from the Four Corners / Navajo Nation area), but a variety of problems interfered with that.  Though it did mean that everyone still came to Sunday service wearing "pumpkin offloading" clothes, which was kind of nice.

Instead the truck arrived this evening around 5 pm.  About 60-75 of us (at least) responded to the call, and ended up offloading One Heck of a Lot of Pumpkins.  The offload took a bit under two hours, and Yours Truly was on the front lines both at the back of the truck and eventually part of the 40-odd folks inside the truck bucket-brigading pumpkins out to be set up in the side yard of the church.

It was … a vigorous exercise. And, aside from the worthy cause, it also gave us the opportunity to reflect on the labors of farm workers for whom this is a day-to-day toil.

If you are in the South Metro area of Denver, and are looking for pumpkins (of a variety of sizes, colors, shapes, and breeds) for Halloween, please drop by.  The church is on Dry Creek Rd., west of I-25, between Yosemite and Quebec, and the pumpkin patch is open daily to 7 pm.  And it all goes to Good Causes, including the St Francis Center, Covenant Cupboard, St Clare's Supper Ministry, and House of Hope.

More info (for those who have an interest) at https://www.facebook.com/PumpkinPatchCentennial .

In album Pumpkin Patch 2012 (5 photos)

The pumpkin truck arrives.

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Tweets from 2011-09-18

  • We bought our “new” car a year ago today. Time flies … #
  • Paintballing for Jesus! #noreally #
  • A nice weekend: mead tasting, paintballing, yummy dinners, playing game, watching TV, and being family. #
  • ST:TOS Rewatch “Tomorrow is Yesterday”: Even w/ new CG, Enterprise in atmo looks silly. Plus, time travel science goofymeter pegs at 12. #

Paintballing for Jesus

Kitten the Paintballer
You do NOT want to mess with this tween

So Katherine’s now in our church’s Youth Group (Middle School division), rather than doing the Sunday School thing. They do all sorts of stuff — get together for meetings, serve at soup kitchens, help some of the church activities like the October pumpkin sales, etc.

This weekend, they went out to a paintball course.  And, of course, being the good, devout, supportive father and parishioner that I am, I felt obliged to go along.

Yeah, we had fun.  The Dynamic Paintball field is out in West Kansas (i.e., out in the flatlands to the east of the Denver area), out Jewell Ave. several miles past E470 (“If the road turns to dirt, you’ve gone too far,” the site directions say), and 30 dollars got us each rental on a paintball gun, 500 rounds, goggles/facemask, and an ammo carrier.

Over the course of the afternoon (we got there about 1, left about 3:30), we managed to play three rounds.  There were seventeen of us from the church, including both the youth and some adults, um, “chaparones.” That was a bit under half of the folks out at the field, so we played group games.

The first was a “Defend the Alamo” — a large defensive works in one corner of the field (which was about 100×100 yards).  Half the group is attackers, the other half defenders.  The defenders have the advantage of the defensive walls and barriers, but while the attackers, when hit, have to go back to their home base before resuming the field, if a defender is hit … they have to go to the attacker base and then become a new attacker.

This makes for a nice death spiral, in gaming terms, where the bigger the attacking force gets, the smaller the defending force gets, making the attacking force even bigger, until the parapets are charged and it’s all over very quickly.

The second two games we played (there were breaks between for water, snacks, reloading, and getting the air canister recharged) were Capture the Flag — two teams on opposite corners, a flag in the middle that has to be obtained and brought back to your side.  That ends up using the full field, and lots of sniping and enfilading and flanking and so forth.

On the second round of these, Kay volunteered to obtain the flag (well, in the second round we were doing “capture the ingots on the bridge at the center, one at a time”).  Each side had a clear plexiglass shield that someone could use to approach the flags, mostly (but not completely) protected, and pretty much dead meat unless their side lays down a good covering fire.

She didn’t get to the flag, but I was impressed by her willingness to give it a try.

Lots of fun, lots of sweat, lots of smiles.

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So what does this have to do with church?

I mean, isn’t it a bit weird to be running around on a paintball course, shooting each other, for a church group?

Well, if all they did was paintballing, then, sure.  But they do a lot else.  And even this activity, besides being just a hella fun, there are some cool things that this sort of activity can promote:

  • Fellowship – friendship, shared relationships and experience, relating to others)
  • Teamwork – I saw kids coming up with plans about what groups should do on the battlefield. They learned about working together to a common purpose … protecting each other … taking chances … cooperating.

And, of course, though it’s a “battlefield,” it’s not about actually hurting one another, or even hurting “the other side.”  After each game, everyone was all about how the others did, any “injuries” sustained, etc.  There was joy over success, but it was positive, about achievements, not about smacking down the other team.

And, aside from the occasional welt from a paintball smack-dab against too-thin fabric, nobody was hurt.

Would Jesus have gone paintballing with the Disciples?  I dunno.  But it would have been amusing to see …

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My first two rounds, I shot very carefully, very discreetly.  Round 1, I went through about a third of the ammo I was carring (just what was in the magazine).  Second round, I barely dipped into one tube or backup ammo.

Third round, kind of going for broke and being up and center, I burned through a lot of ammo.  Not sure if I hit anyone, but I kept a lot of heads down.

And it was fun, and fun to get to know some of the kids better.

I was hit, officially (actual broken paintball, quarter-sized hit, on my or my gun) many times (the face mask definitely came in handy once, though as it’s gridded I was able to learn just what paintball paint tastes like. (Not terribly good.)

The most notorious hit I took was a classical noob mistake.  I felt something that I thought might be a hit, something hitting my gun or fragments of a paintball or something and I stopped, looked down where I thought I’d been hit. “Have I been hit?” I thought. At which point a paintball smacked me in the belly.

Ow.

Left a bit of a welt through my not-thick-enough shirt, too.  Lesson learned.

Good time.

Scriptural Maunderings for the Fourth Sunday of Easter

A fragment from the Dead Sea ScrollsThis is an occasional series of posts about the scripture read at our church and what it means to me. I attend an Episcopal service, and we are in Year A of the Revised Common Lectionary.

This week’s readings are particularly meaningful, as my parish church is named after the Good Shepherd, and it is readings about Jesus as the Good Shepherd that are the focus today.

First Reading: Acts 2:42-47

This being the post-Easter period, the lectionary uses readings from the Acts of the Apostles rather than the Old Testament for the first reading.  This one is popular among “liberal” congregations (emphasis mine):

Those who had been baptized devoted themselves to the apostles’ teaching and fellowship, to the breaking of bread and the prayers. Awe came upon everyone, because many wonders and signs were being done by the apostles. All who believed were together and had all things in common; they would sell their possessions and goods and distribute the proceeds to all, as any had need. Day by day, as they spent much time together in the temple, they broke bread at home and ate their food with glad and generous hearts, praising God and having the goodwill of all the people. And day by day the Lord added to their number those who were being saved.

Damned commie hippies!

I’ve long believed that the worst thing that ever happened to Christianity was its adoption by Constantine as the state religion of the Empire.  Once the religion became inextricably linked to the civil authorities and the power of the state, it could only become, itself, more temporal, more material, more officious and power-hungry.  While I think separation of Church and State is good for the State, I also think it’s even better for the Church.  Once God and Caesar are conjoined, it’s difficult to tell what to render to whom.

Anyway, it’s worth reading what those early Christians did, and how they lived.  They were together, commune-like, and “had all things in common.”  Those who had any wealth pooled it together, selling their possessions, and giving to those who were in need.

This,  then, is a key message of Jesus, and one that those with a stake in material goods tend to quickly gloss over.  Jesus was not about Religious Rules (indeed, he railed against the Law).  He called for us to love God, and to love our neighbors.  Loving God is relatively easy, in some ways — loving our neighbors as ourselves, to the point of giving up our worldly possessions for them as they are needed, and to even give up our lives as necessary, is quite a different thing, and much harder in many ways.

Indeed, I don’t claim any special virtue here. Yeah, I give to a number of charitable concerns, but I’m also about to take a very nice vacation to Italy, and not as some sort of pilgrimage.  I’m bound up on the love of the world as much as anyone else — but I try to at least recognize the obligations Jesus places on me to care for my fellows.

Second Reading: 1 Peter 2:19-25

After a reading of Psalm 23 (the quintessential Good Shepherd verse), we get into something that seems much darker and more stereotypically ashes-and-sackcloth — but which really follows the same thread as the reading from Acts.

It is a credit to you if, being aware of God, you endure pain while suffering unjustly. If you endure when you are beaten for doing wrong, what credit is that? But if you endure when you do right and suffer for it, you have God’s approval. For to this you have been called, because Christ also suffered for you, leaving you an example, so that you should follow in his steps.

“He committed no sin, and no deceit was found in his mouth.”

When he was abused, he did not return abuse; when he suffered, he did not threaten; but he entrusted himself to the one who judges justly. He himself bore our sins in his body on the cross, so that, free from sins, we might live for righteousness; by his wounds you have been healed. For you were going astray like sheep, but now you have returned to the shepherd and guardian of your souls.

Martyrdom is not easy to talk about these days, but it’s simply the ultimate expression of that self-sacrificing spirit discussed in the previous reading, as exemplified by Jesus.

What’s remarkable is how, in juxtaposition to this, we have Christians today getting the self-righteous vapors because some people have the nerve to publicly disagree with them. Imagine!

  1. Some Christian says, “Gays are sick, twisted, evil, perverted, sub-humans who ought to be locked up, deported, reprogrammed, or, even possibly, stoned to death.”
  2. Someone else says, “I believe you are trying to impose your religious faith upon our legal system.
  3. Said Christian replies, “I’M BEING OPPRESSED! SOON, EASTER AND CHRISTMAS WILL BE ILLEGAL! JUST SEND MONEY!”

Really?

“When he was abused, he did not return abuse; when he suffered, he did not threaten; but he entrusted himself to the one who judges justly.” Granted, that’s easier said than done, but one would expect Christians to at least recognize the way they should be reacting to those who abuse them (even leaving aside that “disagreement” is not “abuse”).

Gospel Reading: John 10:1-10

I’m not going to quote this one at length because John is sometimes a bit zany.  Basically, Jesus riffs on the faithful-as-sheep motif, with religious leaders as the folks trying to lead the sheep. But there are lots of illegitimate would-be shepherds who jump the fence into the sheepfold to steal the sheep that are there, even though they don’t recognize the false shepherd’s voices.

Jesus, though, proclaims himself  “the gate,” through which all legit shepherds will pass into and out of the sheepfold:

Whoever enters by me will be saved, and will come in and go out and find pasture. The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly.

There’s an old set of jokes that notes that shepherds are just raising sheep to be “fleeced,” or slaughtered.  But the folks of Judea would have recognized the metaphor — whatever the ultimate fate of the sheep, the immediate need and duty of the shepherd was for them to be fed and watered and protected from thieves and predators.  That’s what the good shepherd does, even at sacrifice to himself.  That’s the rule for looking for a good shepherd to follow — the extent to which he actually emulates the self-sacrificing and caring  nature of Christ for the entire flock.

The false shepherds who seek to steal the sheep, to exploit them rather than keep them well, to prey upon them in fact, are to be rejected. The metaphorical resemblance to “just send money!” televangelists and similar Internet sharks is to me, far too obvious — especially when the message from those false shepherds is less about care of the flock (even its weakest and most vulnerable members), but about keeping the sheep afraid. Which any livestock specialist will tell you is a way to make the animals stressed and thus less healthy and robust and capable of facing the world and surviving on their own.

The Good Shepherd seeks sheep that “have life, and have it abundantly.” The false shepherds seek sheep that tremble and shy away from life.  I know which I choose to follow.

(There is an understandable rejection of the idea of equating people to sheep — though usually more along the lines of individual rejection — “I am not a sheep” — than rejection of the idea of other people being sheep.  I’m willing to include myself in the metaphor, if only because I know I resemble silly sheep as often as not, and am just as likely to go astray.)

“We call this — Growtivation …”

Y’know, whatever sort of church service floats your boat (if you’re in the boat-floating church serving frame of mind), go for it.  I, former Catholic and current Episcopalian, obviously am into traditional liturgy and “bells & smells” and all that jazz.  But I realize some folks like something a bit more … contemporary.

“Sunday’s Coming” Movie Trailer from North Point Media on Vimeo.

Now I need to figure out who I can send this to at my parish who won’t be horribly offended …

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Easter, morning and evening

Easter Morning

We’re usually not big Easter Sunday attendees, largely because of the pomp, circumstance, and crowds.  However, due to various (self-volunteering) circumstances, we ended up all serving in the mid-morning Easter Mass at our church — Margie and I both as eucharistic (chalice) ministers and lectors, and Katherine as acolyte (altar girl).

That all went fine, and it was kind of cool all serving together.  The only down side was that they let the kids go before the final choir “Hallelujah” and blessing in order to do the Easter Egg hunt out on the lawn. And  there was Kay, watching through the window as all the kids ran around, grabbing Easter Eggs while she sat, waiting for the service to finish …

Well, she was more than a bit crestfallen, and even though she headed out as soon as all was done and she was un-vested, the eggs had all been gathered up …

… until the folks organizing the event realized that she’d missed out on the festivities, at which point they cracked out the reserve eggs (plastic shells with treats inside), and various kids still around volunteered some of their eggs and “hid” them for Kay to find.

A lot of fun, and a really neat example of caring for one another.  Nice.

Easter Afternoon

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We are usually the Easter locale for our social circle, and this year was no exception.  We had De and Ray, Jackie and Kaylee, Doyce and Kate, Stan and Joanne (his mom, first-time guest), Randy, Dave G., Amanda, Angie.  Full house, and much fun, with much consumption of hors d’oevres beforehand.In a break from tradition (acknowledging both the left-over clutter from home improvement projects and the growing age of the young’uns), we held the Easter Egg Hunt out in the front yard.  Randy, Jackie and I planted the shells.  Kaylee (at 4) was allowed to run around at full tilt.  Ray and Kay had to run back to their baskets on the front patio with each egg (two for Ray) they found.  Tremendous fun, it seemed, was had by all.

Margie made a yummy dinner of ham, lamb, cheesy potatoes, and asparagus and zucchini. Various desserts were brought by various participants.  Several bottles were extracted from the wine cellar.

A very fun occasion, and great to have everyone over. My only regret is … it’s Sunday, and a work day tomorrow.

“Pray4Trig” and playing parlor tricks with God

Via Les, from Bay of Fundie, I’ve learned of the “Pray 4 Trig” website, which seeks to gather up enough congregations of True Christians to pray for Trig Palin, in order to cure him of his Down Syndrome.

Um …

PrayerIntercessory prayer is a tough nut to crack.  Orthodox Christianity indicates that prayer for God to intercede (intercessory prayer) will lead to some sort of results.  Actually, looking at the Bible, it pretty much seems to say you’ll get what you ask for.

Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you: For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened. Or what man is there of you, whom if his son ask bread, will he give him a stone? Or if he ask a fish, will he give him a serpent? If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask him? (Matthew 7:7-11)

Yet, clearly not all prayer is answered, and cases of prayer seeming to be answered don’t appear (from most experiments that have been held) to be statistically significant, just anecdotal  This leads some to doubt God’s existence.  It leads others to doubt God’s omnipotence or benevolence or interest in humanity.  It leads some to come up with explanations why a benevolent God doesn’t intercede all the time when asked.  And it leads still others to assume that the folks who are asking just aren’t the Right Kind of Folks, the True Believers, the Chosen People saying the Right Prayers in the Right Way.

Welcome to the Pray4Trig site.

Q: So what makes this particular prayer so special? Why should congregations gather in support of it?

A: Atheists and others who hate God like to claim that He only “answers prayers” where divine intervention can’t be proven. They make websites about it, like Why Won’t God Heal Amputees? They say that God won’t answer the prayers of amputees because He isn’t real!

So you aren’t actually praying for Trig Palin‘s sake.  You’re praying to make folks who doubt prayer look bad.  Nice.  I’m sure God will rush right out and intercede on your behalf, since you so clearly are loving your neighbor as yourself.

Oh, by the way, while there may well be some atheists who “hate God,” most of the ones I’ve encountered simply don’t believe that God exists. While one might have an interesting theological discussion about whether that’s better or worse than hating God, the point is that if you’re going to talk about other people, it would help to avoid generalizations that are (a) overly broad and/or (b) wrong.

Q: Well, why doesn’t He answer their prayers?

A: Honestly, when’s the last time you heard of a congregation praying, with faith, that a member’s lost limb would be restored to him? Never in my lifetime. Too many people lack faith.

Nice.  “All those folks who have been praying for each other in church?  Nah.  They don’t have enough faith.”  It’s first cousin to the Prosperity Gospel — if you’re poor or struggling in the world, it’s your fault because you clearly don’t have enough faith, otherwise God would take care of you. And all those rich people who seem to have all they want?  Ignore that whole “camel through the eye of a needle” malarkey — they’re rich and well-off (and have their prayers answered) because God has chosen them because they have enough of the right kind of faith.

And in the Matthew passage above, Jesus doesn’t say anything about faith.  Indeed, he calls the listeners “evil,” but still worthy of receiving gifts from God.

[…] With enough congregations joining up, I have no doubt there will be sufficient people with genuine faith in God (instead of lip service) to ensure that Trig Palin is healed of Down Syndrome.

But why do you need multiple faithful congregations?  Didn’t Jesus say that it was sufficient for any individual to ask for an intercession (Luke 11:10)?  Or that just 2 or 3 “gathered in my name” (Matt. 18:19-20)?

And if Trig isn’t healed, is the answer that not enough of the folks praying had “genuine faith” (whatever that means) to reach Critical Intercessionary Mass?

Q: Why Trig Palin?

A: Trig Palin is well known in the media; people all over the world know just who he is, and they already care about him. It will be much easier for them to sincerely pray for someone they care for, instead of what to them is a random name.

One assumes that the folks who “care for him” who are not “genuinely faithful” need not apply.

I think the international renown of Trig Palin is also, perhaps, a bit exaggerated here.

But this is interesting.  Does intercessory prayer require (or work better) if the person involved is someone who is “known” and “cared about”?  That seems to fly in the face of loving one’s neighbor and who one’s neighbor actually is (Luke 10:25-37). (Hint: it’s not just people who you know and care for. (Matt. 5:46-47))

Also, it is known publicly that Trig Palin indeed has Down Syndrome. Science has no way to undo this condition, which is the result of an extra chromosome; but God can. When Trig Palin is found to be miraculously healed, everyone but the most hardened atheist will have to acknowledge God’s Majesty!

One might question why God would have given Trig an extra chromosome in the first place.  If the answer is to provide an opportunity to prove “God’s majesty,” then one has to wonder about all the other Down Syndrome sufferers who haven’t been healed.

One has to also ask: if these prayers for Trig do work, what’s the next step?  Will the Truly Faithful also be asked to prayer for all other Down Syndrome individuals?  And cancer patients? And sufferers from any other ill?  If so, and if it works, why haven’t they been doing it already (what have they been praying for all this time)?  And if not, why not?

Q: I see you’ve chosen April 18, 2010 for the Day of Prayer. Why not (next week, last Thursday, Christmas, whatever)?

A: Two reasons. First, April 18 is Trig’s birthday. Can you imagine a better gift?

Yes, being cured now, rather than in three months.

Second, coordinating a worldwide prayer event is going to take time! This date gives us plenty of time for people to register, talk to their pastors, tell friends and family, etc.

You have to register to pray for Trig?  You have to coordinate it with your pastor?  You have to gather up friends and family?  That doesn’t seem to be how Jesus describes how one should pray (Matt. 6:1-7).

The problem of intercessory prayer is, as I said, a tough nut to crack. The best suggestion I’ve heard (that is, the one that I find most comfortable) is that the point of intercessory prayer is less to command God to jump through hoops, than to actually effect a change on the pray-er  as much as on the pray-ee.  In other words, by considering the needs of others through prayer, it drives us to take action beyond just prayer (e.g., by praying for Trig’s cure, we might also then be inspired to donate to research into Down Syndrome, or do something to help out a local family with a Down individual, etc.).  That’s very nice and useful, though it doesn’t seem to address the problems with the Bible passages noted above.

But regardless of the theology, I’m pretty sure that turning intercessory prayer into a pissing match (“We’ll show those atheist so-and-so’s by having God answer our prayer!”) isn’t likely to be helpful.  Unless it’s a prayer to have them torn apart by bears or something (2 Kings 23-25), in which case it  will be, at the least, entertaining.

I think I’ll set a alarm to check back with this site on April 19th and see what’s happening at the Pray4Trig site.  I wonder if (a) they’ll be like the True Bible Code folks and their ever-recalculating Biblically predicted nuking of New York, suggesting that “these things take time” (why?), or (b) they’ll simply blame any lack of Trig’s cure on insufficient faithful praying the right kind of prayer.

And if Trig is miraculously cured?  Well, heck, that’s actually a result I’d love to see — not so that  the Truly Faithful can feel smugly self-righteous, or for proof of the magic of prayer, or for the flogging of God’s majesty … but, well, for Trig’s sake.

Yeah, let’s not forget about him in this scenario.

UPDATE:  Some additional notes (after overnight cogitation) in the Comments.

Playing catch-up

Mary headed home yesterday evening. It was nice seeing her again, even if I turned into an anti-social troll for most of Sunday.

Oh, Sunday! Yeah, the cool thing Sunday was that Katherine had her inaugural run as an acolyte at church Sunday morning. Had a number of people (many more than I expected) come up and complement me and her on doing a good job, accomplishing her tasks, not burning the church down, etc. She later opined that she really liked doing it.

Sunday night was, post-very-long-week and somewhat-hectic-weekend, a very quiet, calm evening. Read a bit, watched some TV, got to bed at a decent hour. Huzzah.

Today’s shaping up to be a real PitA, as all my available time during the day has evaporated. This is a short week, and there’s a ton of stuff going on, both leftovers from last week plus new and exciting and “interesting” things. Plus a bunch of folks are on PTO (vacation).

Looking forward to Thanksgiving, where it sounds like we’re going to have a decent turn-out of guests. All we need to do now is get the dining room habitable again.

Flipping the calendar, I have a (gasp) business trip basically all next week out in California. Actual sitting-in-meetings-all-day stuff, which is not nearly as much fun as it sounds, but it’s useful stuff, and my being there will let me hook up in person with some of my clients about changes in the organization. Plus, since I won’t be going into the office while out for the Christmas holidays, it makes up a bit for that, too.

Unfortunately, that’s going to make having a laptop without a working backlight a serious pain.

Overall forecast: sunny with intermittent gusts of Category 3 winds.

A really big shew

Last night we had a “Talent Show Dinner” down at Good Shepherd– which turned into quite an extravaganza, pulling in about 140 people, which was about twice as many as I thought would attend.

I got to MC the affair for the most part, which was fun, if a bit challenging (as I’m generally awful with names), and we had a karaoke contest, a talent show, some professional singing, and a bit of joke telling.

I regaled the crowd with a rendition of Tom Lehrer’s Irish Ballad, which was well-received (even among those who’d never heard of Tom Lehrer (egad!).

We also started out with a spaghetti sauce competition, which I oversaw, and which Margie judged in. Fun.

My only regret of the evening was that it ran long enough that only a few people chose to avail themselves of telling the jokes I’d collected for people to tell.

A fun time for all in attendance.

“… Neither slave nor free …”

This evening we had the honor to see Rev. Bonnie Sarah Spencer installed as Rector of St Paul’s Episcopal Church in Fort Collins.

Bonnie was a deacon at our parish, Good Shepherd Episcopal, when we started attending there. She was ordained to the priesthood while at Good Shepherd — and Katherine was the first child she baptized as a priest.

She left our parish at an ostensibly appropriate time — after our rector left — but her move out of the diocese to back East was a good opportunity for her but driven by a sad reason: the bishop (the “oft accused of being a running-dog ultra-liberal” Rob O’Neill) had decided that openly gay priests could not become rectors (pastors) of churches in the diocese whilst the matter was (all the way back in 2004-2005) so tumultuous and divisive. If Bonnie was to move on to the next rung up the ladder of her clerical career, she had to go elsewhere. So she did. Which was right for her, but Colorado’s loss.

And that, of course, there was all of the fall-out from the brouhaha over Bonnie’s coming out and participating in a private commitment ceremony at our church. Or, at least, that kerfuffle was part of the tensions at the time within the national church in general and the diocese in particular. In a very real sense, the departure of the most fractious conservatives from the diocese (e.g., Rev. Don Armstrong) has opened the door to not having to compromise by placating them. Which, all things considered, is a good thing. (I’ll be interested to see if her installation garners any negative headlines.)

I think it’s worth noting that we were not the only Good Shepherd folks in attendance at Bonnie’s installation. I’m guessing there were at least 40 of us there, a substantial percentage of the attendees. Bonnie seemed very touched to see us, and it was great seeing her — and seeing her back in Colorado (with the Bishop’s blessing) was pretty cool, too.

She’s good people. I’m glad we were able to attend. Mazel tov!

Moving diagonally

Bishops in the Episcopal church are obliged to visit each of their parishes once every few years, and this past week was our church’s turn to get a Sunday morning of Bp. Rob O’Neill’s time — appropriate, as it is Good Shepherd Episcopal Church, it was the day for readings about the Good Shepherd, Psalm 23, etc.

Bp. Rob’s an interesting guy. He walked into the job here about five and a half years ago (I was privileged to be one of the voting delegates from our parish), just in time for the fall-out from the 2003 General Convention (where New Hampshire’s election of a bishop who happened to be openly gay was confirmed) to hit the ground, coupled with other brouhaha within the diocese, from the big brouhaha at our church to the whole Don Armstrong thang, as well as national and international turmoil. 

But for someone who keep being portrayed by the conservatives in the Episcopal Church and splinters thereof as Teh Evil Running-Dog Liberal Lackey and Button Man of That Woman (our Presiding Bishop, Katharine Jefferts-Schori), Rob doesn’t come off as some wild-eyed lunatic or cunning madman or disingenuous tearer down of all that is right and holy in favor of rudderless libertinism. Instead, he taught. He engaged the congregation both during his sermon and in an hour-long session afterward, talking about the challenges in our own lives to follow the path of service down which Christ … well, shepherds us.

It was a good Sunday experience, meaning it’s one that I can take out beyond Sunday. There have been times when I’ve wished for a more visible leader as bishop, someone actively confronting injustice and wrong, but whenever I get a chance to meet or listen to him, it’s a reminder that there’s more than one way to lead.

(His sermon’s not online, but some of Bp. Rob’s other writings are here.) 


 

Ironically, it’s forty (!!!) years ago today that I received First Communion, at St Joseph’s Catholic Church in Pomona, CA. I remember the date because I got a St Christopher medallion as a gift, and the date was engraved on the back.

What a long, strange journey it’s been, faithwise.

Dinner party with folks from church …

Dinner party with folks from our church — much more fun and enjoyment potential than mere labels would imply,