Thursday, November 17, 2022

"The Far Northland (Along the Border Trail") Lyrics



It's the far Northland that's a-calling me away

As take I with my packsack to the road

It's the call on me of the forest in the North

As step I with the sunlight for my load.


Chorus:

From the Bearskin to Lake Duncan to Lake Gunflint, I will go

Where you see the loon and hear its plaintive wail.

If you're thinkin' in your inner heart, there's swagger in my step

You've never been along the border trail.

It's the far Northland that's a-calling me away

As take I with my packsack to the trail


It's the flash of paddle blades a-gleaming in the sun

A canoe softly skimming by the shore

It's the tang of pine and bracken coming on the breeze

That calls me to the waterways once more.


Chorus:

From the Bearskin to Lake Duncan to Lake Gunflint, I will go

Where you see the loon and hear its plaintive wail.

If you're thinkin' in your inner heart, there's swagger in my step

You've never been along the border trail.

It's the far Northland that's a-calling me away

As take I with my packsack to the trail


My Camp Menogyn Version aht3files.com


Thursday, October 1, 2020

Preached September 20, 2020 at The United Church of Christ Parker Hilltop, Parker, Colorado

 



                            "Gratefulness: A New Normal?”
                                          Matthew 20:1-6
                                Rev. Albert Thompson (ret.)

 

Early July 1997, I was in our camper trailer along the Boulder River in South Central Montana at the UCC Conference camp. I was in the middle of an eight-week sabbatical leave from First Congregational UCC Mankato, MN. I had two principal goals for the time away. I really needed some physical activity. I had arranged to provide five afternoons of physical labor. The camp would provide a riverside location for camper, electricity, and meals. The second goal was to have large blocks of uninterrupted time for reading. To that end, I had brought along a variety of books.


Seated at my reading place in front of the camper along the river, I took up “Gratefulness, the Heart of Prayer: An Approach to Life in Fullness” by the Benedictine Brother David Steindl-Rast. Little did I know as began to read that this book would be a life-changer. It provided then and continues to provide a key reference point for life in God’s Unconditional Love; Gratefulness for the givenness of life.

 

The story of laborers in the Vineyard only appears in the Gospel According to Matthew. It is immediately proceeded by the story of the rich young man who asks: “What he most I do to have eternal life”. Jesus listed off the Commandments. The young man replied “I have done all these. What do I still lack? . Jesus said: “If you really want to give it all, go sell all of your possession and give the money to the poor.” When the young man heard this, he went away grieving because he had many possessions. Upon hearing this the disciples cried out in despair “Then who can be saved? Jesus replied: “For mortals it is impossible, but with God, all things are possible.”

 

So we come to the story of “The Laborers in the Vineyard” or perhaps “The story of the Generous Manager”.

 

The story begins “For the Kin-dom of God is like . . . The manager hires workers at the beginning of the day agreeing to give them a full-days wage. The manager then proceeds to enlist and send more workers to the fields throughout the day. At the end of the day, he calls the workers to pay them for their labor. Beginning with the ones who worked the shortest time, he pays each group of the less than full-day workers a full-days wage. Lastly, he pays the agreed-upon full days wages to those who worked the full day.


The story continues Taking the dollar, they groused angrily to the manager, ‘These last workers put in only one easy hour, and you just made them equal to us, who slaved all day under a scorching sun.’

            

 Can we feel their anger? Their sense of being devalued. How else might they have responded? They could have taken their wages and left. Perhaps even feeling good about their labor. But they choose to feel devalued.

 

The story concludes;

The manager “replied to the one speaking for the rest, ‘Friend, I haven’t been unfair. We agreed on the wage of a dollar, didn’t we? So, take it and go. I decided to give to the ones who came last the same as you. Can’t I do what I want with my own money? Are you going to get stingy because I am generous?’”

 

We aren’t told how the other workers responded. They simply disappeared from the story. It seems to me that the point of the story does not rest in the pay/work ratio. The more I have lived with this, the more it seems that this is a story about givenness. The workers were all paid, given what the manager decided to give. After all the story begins, “For the kin-dom of God is . . .

 

The full-day laborers were surprised . . . and their response as not simply taking the pay they had earned. Who knows, they might even have been grateful for the work. That doesn’t matter to the story. What matters is their response to the givenness of the situation.


At the beginning of the book, Br. David talks about the surprises that come when we recognize the “givenness” of life. He writes “We live in a given world, indeed in the givenness of the world” Continuing: “A rainbow always comes as a surprise. Not that it cannot be predicted. Surprising sometimes means unpredictable, but it often means more. Surprising in the full sense means somehow gratuitous. He continues: “ Even the predictable turns into surprise the moment we stop taking it for granted.” The rainbow is given. How do we respond?

 

In her book, “Living in Gratitude: A Journey That Will Change Your Life” Angeles Arrien writes: “Gratitude is essentially the recognition of the unearned increments of value in one’s experience.” She goes on to say: “Gratitude is a feeling that spontaneously emerges from within. However, it is not simply an emotional response; it is also a choice we make. We can choose to be grateful, or we can choose to be ungrateful—to take our gifts and blessings for granted. As a choice, gratitude is an attitude or disposition.”

 

Considering the response of grousing workers, we need to ask “What is it that gets in the way of choosing to be grateful?” Conversely, what is it that brings forth the Kin-dom of God?

 

Professor of Psychology at UC Davis, Robert Emmons writes that it is the sense of entitlement that gets in the way. The capital “I” speaking forcefully “I deserve it. I have earned it. I am entitled. It is this emphasis upon the “I” that gets in the way. Since childhood, I have certain entitlements because of who and how I am. If my life choices are based on my sense of entitlement upon what I earn, what I know, who I am, then I am unable to see the givenness of life.

 

In his March 1863 Proclamation for a National Fast Day, Abraham Lincoln wrote in part: “We have grown in numbers, wealth and power as no other nation ever has grown, but we have forgotten God! We have forgotten the gracious Hand which preserved us in peace, and multiplied and enriched and strengthened us; and we have vainly imagined, in the deceitfulness of our hearts, that all these blessings were produced by some superior wisdom and virtue of our own.

 

Emmons speaks of the Narcissism of our culture, indeed the sense of entitlement grows out of that narcissism. To a lesser or greater degree at some points in our lives, we are all narcissists. It is especially so in the case of our dominant, highly individualistic, white culture. Simply put, when we feel that we are entitled, we are unable to recognize and accept, the givenness of your lives. To the extent that we are unable, unwilling to see beyond ourselves and our need, to see the givenness of life, we are unable to choose gratefulness. Emmons put it plainly:  “A preoccupation with the self can cause us to forget our benefits and our benefactors, or to feel that we are owed things from

others and therefore have no reason to feel thankful.”

 

So, having said all of this about what gets in way of gratefulness, how is that we can choose to be grateful?

 

It begins with looking deeply for the givenness of our lives. It is surprising, even shocking to discover all that we have been given. If you have not already begun to reflect back upon your life, please do so. You will be surprised and that surprise may well be unpredictable as Br David said. Indeed it may well be shocking!

 

How well I remember my surprising outburst of anger in a diverse and mixed meeting on racism when I was told that I was a racist. I remember my embarrassment, my utter humiliation at that moment at my rage. It was only as I begin to feel and understand with my heart and mind the givenness of my birth as a white male born in 1945, that I could begin to move out my self-centeredness, out of what I learned to know was my isolation. In so doing, I begin to see others as others, begin to reach out, and begin to experience gratefulness. My experience of the moment is best described  by Br David “a (an) inch of surprise can lead to a mile of gratefulness.”

 

 

Discovering how much we have been given leads to humility. Again Emmons. “Humility is key to gratitude because living humbly is the truest approach to life. Humble people are grounded in the truth that they need others. We all do. We are not self-sufficient.”

 

Like the laborers, we are faced regularly with choices. Do we choose to tighten our tenacious albeit futile grip on what I have, what I need, what I am ENTITLED TO, and live

isolated and unhappy? or Do we choose to accept the givenness of life choosing to humbly live gratefully? I

 

When I look back at my family, the neighborhood at 4208 Ewing Ave So, Minneapolis, Lynnhurst Congregational Church. My only response can and must be to live out the gratefulness I feel. How about you? What choices will you make?

 

What choices will we, the participants in the United Church of Christ Parker Hilltop make as we come to grips with our givenness as a church? In gratefulness. I will close with this given: “We exist as a church because we believe the Good News of Jesus Christ: that God's unconditional love, through the power of the Holy Spirit, gives meaning and purpose to life.”

 

Gratefulness A New Normal! May it be so! Amen!

Friday, December 23, 2016

  
 These fragments speak of truth to me which has, is and will continue to sustain and enliven me.     

A:
Romans 8:38-39   38 For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor rulers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers,  39 nor height, nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.  

New Revised Standard Bible

        I understand this to be an inclusive rather than an exclusive statement. That is to say in Jesus the Christ, God’s unconditional love for all of creation was uniquely revealed for and to human kind. I understand “Jesus the Christ” to refer to the various and many witnesses down through the ages, including but not limited to, The Bible as well as the centuries of doctrines and creeds (accepted and those designated as “heretical) and historical lives as well as living affirmations.

B:
 “I take literally the statement in the Gospel of John that God loves the world. I believe that the world was created and approved by love, that it subsists, coheres, and endures by love, and that, insofar as it is redeemable, it can be redeemed only by love. I believe that divine love, incarnate and indwelling in the world, summons the world always toward wholeness, which ultimately is reconciliation and atonement with God.”
       
Wendell Berry, The Art of the Commonplace: The Agrarian Essays
   

        I agree with Berry’s about taking of the statement from the Gospel of John literally.  It is the Gospel’s testimony that I take literally not as the “Word of God” but as the assertion from the gospel according to John.  Secondly, and more important, I understand “atonement” to mean opening God’s unconditional love in a way which  cannot be broken.  It is the sense of Emanuel “God With us.”

C:
“MOYERS: You write in here that before birth, there was God. And after death, there is God. And that's all that matters with you. But how do you know that?
       
COFFIN: That's you don't know, once again, intellectual certainty. It's not believing without proof. It's trusting without reservation. You and I can trust each other, because we know each other, and love each other.
       
Same thing with God, you know? You trust God. And that's what faith is. Being faithful to your understanding of God. It's not a question of believing without proof. It's trusting without reservation, that God is good. And that something you've experienced the presence of God in your own life. And that's what you trust.”

Excerpt Transcript from NOW with Bill Moyers and the late William Sloan Coffin  March 5, 2004 Channel TpT2 (Twin Cities PBS). The reference is to Coffin’s book “Credo”


        Belief is grounded in doctrine whereas faith is grounded in trust.  Further, trust is grounded in relationships of mutuality. 

More on all of this sooner than later . . .

Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Ardie and I went to our first Democratic Precinct Caucus last night.  Eight precincts met at a middle school.  I’m told it was a huge turnout.  The school lunchroom/auditorium was packed. We met some really friendly neighbors.  A number of young families participated.   Our straw poll reflected Colorado in general.  Sanders won substantially. However, the weird formulas meant that our two delegates were split between Clinton and Sanders with the alternate going to Sanders. Our precinct delegates will go on to the Douglas County gathering.  It was a fun energizing experience participating in democracy at a very basic local level.  My thoughts dwelt briefly  upon Republican friends as their party disintegrates.  I am glad that we have two excellent candidates.

Monday, February 9, 2015

Without context all is lost!

     This last Sunday in Kerygma Class we were focusing on the Exodus accounts of Moses. Our class members run the gamut of biblical literacy. Pastor Tracey regularly reminds us that we especially need to remember the historical context of these pre-history stories. The Persian emperor, Cyrus the Great, freed the Israelites and sent them back to Judea.  They had to rebuild everything. Even more than the city, they had rebuild their sense of who they were and their identity as God's chosen people.  Our understanding of the Biblical texts comes to naught without the historical context.  As with Biblical texts, so with our everyday news. Context matters!

 I'm reminded of annecdotal story about a German translator for the UN General Assembly.    A number of Ambassadors were listening to the translation as the Prime Minister of Germany addresed the assembly. Midway through the speech the translation stopped.  The Prime Minister continued speaking. Finally after a long silence a pleading voice came over the head sets. "The verb! Give me the verb!" My high school German teacher drummed into us that one of the many ways that German was different from English was that in German the verb comes at the end of the sentence.

When confronted by snippets, headlines, and opinions I want to scream "The context! Give me the context!"


































Wednesday, April 16, 2014

On Becoming a Parishioner.

    Retiring from parish ministries in 2011, the transition year including the move from Minnesota to Colorado meant intentionally being without a church family.  Finding a UCC congregation in Parker CO has meant new people and for the first time in 41 years having a pastor rather than being a pastor.  When introduced and getting to know people the conversation naturally moved to what I had done before retirement.  “Yes, I am retired from pastoral ministry.  No, I don’t plan to do pulpit supply.  What’s its like sitting in a pew on Sunday morning?” “Well actually it feels good to sit next to Ardie in worship to engage in and be engaged by the worship experience differently.”  

    Hmm, now I am like the parishioners with whom I ministered.  Like them, I am finding ways to bring my lived experiences, skills, and needs to the life of my church with my fellow congregants and my pastor, while also recognizing and owning that my ego needs  and are being met in new ways.   Frankly, I am feeling good about the new challenges, and certainly feeling good about just being me, without the additional responsibilities and privileges of being a pastor.      To be continued . . .

Monday, November 25, 2013

Making Tracks

Out for my walk this morning the falling snow was covering all of the old tracks with a fluffy white blanket.  So quiet, I could almost hear the big snow flakes as they touched down. 

There is something about making the first prints in the new snow that always gives me pause and pleasure.  Looking ahead was a clean untracked expanse marked out by irregular tufts of prairie grass.  Behind, the past was marked by my solitary boot tracks  accompanied stride for stride by singular holes made by my walking stick. 

A  memory of long ago came unbidden but welcome nonetheless.   I believe it was during my first winter in Montana having moved from Phoenix AZ. I was driving along the Yellowstone River between Columbus and Park City one cold, bright winter night with gentle snow still falling.  The country road  was untracked.  The big snow flakes reflected my headlights back so much that I turned on only the parking lights.  I was at peace . . .

Having arrived at Tagawa Gardens I headed back up the creek on a different path marked with other tracks.  I turned off the main trail and met myself going out.  Same solitary boot tracks  accompanied stride for stride by singular holes. 

Looking back over the years since that winter of 1973-74 and remembering some of the many tracks I have made, it occurs to me now that on that winter drive, I was making a new track in the Intermountain West the area which I would come to love and in which I would find and be found by the love of my life, my wife and partner of 32 years.