Today we are sharing the hymn “It is well with my soul” from David and Eileen.
From David: There is a nice story about the history of “It is well with my soul” here:
https://www.thetabernaclechoir.org/articles/it-is-well-with-my-soul.html
“It is well with my soul” (PDF of the music)
Palm Sunday is April 5 included here is a special invitation to participate in a Palm Sunday processional! There are 3 options to create virtual palms. Pick one or all three and send photos to bhodson@hamlinechurch.org by Wednesday, April 1. We’d love to have pictures of as many of you as possible!
Watch for additional information this week on Holy Week and Easter observances.
Did you miss or have a hard time hearing the sermon this past Sunday? We are working on the sound issues, but we wanted to send along these options for replaying or reading Pastor Mariah’s sermon. Thank you!
Listen to an audio enhanced version of the sermon here
Read the text of the sermon here (PDF)
Good morning! It’s the start of a brand new week! Thanks again for being here with us for our daily dose of hope and encouragement to our community and beyond as a reminder of God’s love and grace at work in the world. Check our the Frolic Room video & our special Palm Sunday activity below!
Today our lead childcare teacher Natalie Freund is sharing a Frolic Room story from her “off location” Frolic Room! Enjoy the story!
Palm Sunday & Easter
Palm Sunday is April 5 included here is a special invitation to participate in a Palm Sunday processional! There are 3 options to create virtual palms. Pick one or all three and send photos to bhodson@hamlinechurch.org by Wednesday, April 1. We’d love to have pictures of as many of you as possible!
Watch for additional information this week on Holy Week and Easter observances.
Frolic Bible Stories
Today we share a special story from the Frolic Bible brought to you by our friends Brittany & Maggie!
Coloring Prayer
We also want to share a special coloring prayer – a great activity for kids and adults alike to destress and have some creative time. The coloring prayer sheet can be downloaded here as a PDF.
Thanks again for being here with us for our daily dose of hope and encouragement to our community and beyond as a reminder of God’s love and grace at work in the world.
Today Heather Grantham, Associate Minister of Spiritual Formation, sings “His Eye is on the Sparrow”
His Eye is on the Sparrow
Why should I feel discouraged, why should the shadows come,
Why should my heart be lonely, and long for heaven and home,
When Jesus is my portion? My constant friend is He:
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.
I sing because I’m happy,
I sing because I’m free,
For His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.
“Let not your heart be troubled,” His tender word I hear,
And resting on His goodness, I lose my doubts and fears;
Though by the path He leadeth, but one step I may see;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.
I sing because I’m happy,
I sing because I’m free,
For His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.
Whenever I am tempted, whenever clouds arise,
When songs give place to sighing, when hope within me dies,
I draw the closer to Him, from care He sets me free;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.
I sing because I’m happy,
I sing because I’m free,
For His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.
Thanks again for being here with us for our daily dose of hope and encouragement to our community and beyond as a reminder of God’s love and grace at work in the world.
Today we share an essay from the Rev. Sally Howell Johnson titled “Temper Tantrum”.
TEMPER TANTRUM
Sally Howell Johnson
I have not written in these pages for some time. There are many reasons for this on which I may elaborate at some time in the future. But over the last few days I have been drawn back to this place I named “Pause” over a decade ago. It seems these days we are living are bringing their own pause, a stopping point none of us anticipated or planned to take. A pause that is filled with a tapestry of emotion and much anxiety. A pause that has many in a heightened state of fear and feelings so raw that sometimes we hardly know what to do with ourselves. Listening to the news and the rapid fire changing landscape that swirls around us provides what we feel is the information that we need. At the same time, taking all this in can have us walking in circles trying to figure out what we should do next, worrying for our future health or that of those we love or have never met, watching well laid financial plans roller coaster up and down. It is unnerving and perplexing to feel so out of control. It is as if the very air around us is pulsing with an uncontrollable energy…an energy that threatens to overwhelm us.
During all this, for some reason, I have kept thinking of the times when our sons would be in a state of frustration or anger that led to what might be called a temper tantrum. I can honestly say this did not happen very often but when it did I always felt as if I wanted to do something…anything…that would make them stop. Their tears, their hurt, their behavior was so painful to watch. The first time it happened I remember allowing my own frustration to rise with theirs as I tried everything I could think of to stop their crying or halt their tiny fists from pounding. I learned quickly that my entering into their frustration and anger only seemed to escalate what was happening. Over time I realized that the best way to help them and to keep my own heart from breaking as I watched them work out whatever it was they needed to do was to simply sit quietly and hold space for them, making sure they were safe and knew they were loved, allowing them to take control of their own emotions, their own frustrations and come to their own peace.
These memories have brought me a certain calm over the last days. I have asked myself what good it will do if I enter into the anxiety of the moment, whipping myself into a frenzy. There are so many elements of this global crisis and I have no control over any of them. What I do have control over is my own emotion, my own reactions, and the energy I put into the world. What I can do is hold the space. I can breathe deeply and send that breath into the world. What I can do is call people and offer kindness. I can walk outside and notice the change of seasons that is arriving without knowledge of the whirlwind we are experiencing. I can listen for the geese making their homing call as they return and watch for the early push of green from the earth. I can smell the earth returning to itself.
During these times which we continue to call unprecedented, we each will find our role to play. Many people are working countless hours to mend what has been broken, to heal what needs to be healed, to right the ship of our world. For this I am thankful beyond words. Some have chosen the role of hand wringing and hoarding. Perhaps it will always be so. Others are using their gifts for caring and compassion, for offering what they can to be of help. The truth of it is that we are all in this together and at times our role may be to simply hold the space, quietly, deeply, bringing calm as best we can.
The poet Pablo Neruda says this:
Now we will count to twelve
and we will all keep still
for once on the face of the earth,
let’s not speak in any language;
let’s stop for a second,
and not move our arms so much…
…Perhaps the earth can teach us
as when everything seems dead
and later proves to be alive.
Now I’ll count up to twelve
and you keep quiet and I will go.
Today we share a children’s book read by Hamline University Ministry Intern Emma Close: When God Made You by Matthew Paul Turner and illustrated by David Catrow.
Good Monday morning to you all! For today’s “Together in Spirit from Hamline Church”, we bring you this Lenten reflection from our own Craig Bowron.
Download a PDF of Craig’s reflection or continue reading below…
Thoughts on Lent while sheltering in place…
by Craig Bowron
I am 55 years old. I grew up in the 1970’s in a comfortably evangelical church that believed that Christ came to save us from our sins; that the Bible was where God wrote out his thoughts, once and for all, and if you were confused about what He was trying to say, you hadn’t studied it enough; that Easter hinged heavily on the suffering of Jesus, and the power of life over death.
Our church sat on the edge of a farm field, that sat on the edge of a town, that sat on the edge of an encroaching Chicago. If one sat on the choir side of the sanctuary, and I did, you could look out an open window and stare off into the farm fields and oak savannahs of northern Illinois. Maybe that’s where I first ran into the mind of Wendell Berry, though I wouldn’t run into him for another decade or so.
While I was off to college and medical school, the suburbs of Chicago laid siege to my hometown, and eventually it surrendered to the tyranny of subdivisions and strip-malls. I worked at a Bible camp during summer break, where my Christian faith matured, even as some branches withered and brought me to these realizations:
It seemed like Christ came to save us from ourselves rather than just our sins.
It seemed like the Bible was really an impressionist painting that had been misfiled as a photograph.
Easter must be much more than a story of how Jesus won the torture contest, because many humans have endured far worse. It was Jesus’ miraculous life and not his suffering death that proved his divinity.
It seemed like God was so big that He (or even She) could not be contained inside the church. Thankfully, my life has led me to some truly Godly people, most of them living in exile outside of the Church. Some I met in person, some I met through their music, or in the case of Wendell Berry, through their written work.
I consider Wendell Berry to be one of the wisest people on the planet. I also consider him to be a Godly man, even though, as he openly admits in the prologue of his book of Sabbath poems, he is a fair-weather church goer—and the weather has to be pretty bad to put him in the pew. He’d prefer to be walking the wooded ravines of his Kentucky farm.
I will admit to being somewhat poetically impaired. Some poems, even some of Wendell’s poems, seem like a ransom note clipped and pasted together by a frantically illiterate kidnapper. I can’t see what they mean to say.
But the entirety of Wendell’s work is Biblical in depth and wisdom, and in the way it describes the human condition with clarity and compassion. It is also, to my view, a deeply prophetic voice to a frenetic, inherently violent, consumptive, free-but-entirely-enslaved modern world.
To me, the Bible is still being written, by Wendell and a host of others, and we must seek them out. They must be studied with religious fervor, the kind that produces disciples, not martyrs.
Here are a few excerpts from Wendell’s books:
“The ruling ideas of our present national or international economy are competition, consumption, globalism, corporate profitability, mechanical efficiency, technological change, upward mobility—and in all of them there is the implication of acceptable violence against the land and the people. We, on the contrary, must think again of reverence, humility, affection, familiarity, neighborliness, cooperation, thrift, appropriateness, local loyalty. These terms return to us the best of our heritage. They bring us home.”
P. 64 Our Only World
“When Jesus speaks of having life more abundantly, this, I think, is the life He means: a life that is not reducible by division, category, or degree, but is one thing, heavenly and earthly, spiritual and material, divided only insofar as it is embodied in distinct creatures. He is talking about a finite world that is infinitely holy, a world of time that is filled with life that is eternal. His offer of more abundant life, then, is not an invitation to declare ourselves “Christians,” but rather to become conscious, consenting, and responsible participants in the one great life, a fulfillment hardly institutional at all.”
P. 136, The Burden of the Gospels in the book The Way of Ignorance and Other Essays.
And a final quote, a Lenten prayer as we shelter-in-place:
“The present is going by and we are not in it. Maybe when the present is past, we will enjoy sitting in dark rooms and looking at pictures of it, even as the present keeps arriving in our absence.”
“Only the present good is good. It is the presence of good—good work, good thoughts, good acts, good places—by which we know that the present does not have to be the nightmare of the future. ‘The kingdom of heaven is at hand’ because, if not at hand, it is nowhere.”
P. 176 Our Only World
