Sunday 26th January 2025

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A very warm welcome to all who worship with us today. Please join us for morning tea following the service.

Many thanks to Rev Chris Elliot for leading our worship today.

Donations: if you would like to support the ministry at St Martins our bank account is: 03-1598-0011867-00. Please include your name as a reference.

Wednesday Walkers 29th January: Meet 9.30am at South Library. Sonya 027 253 3397.

A new Sunday roster is available – please check to see if there is a copy for you. Anna.

FOR YOUR DIARIES: GARAGE SALE Saturday 8th March 8am start, in conjunction with the MenzShed. More details next week…

CONSERVATION – Week 15.

There is a significant carbon footprint associated with the transport of food. This would be eliminated if you grew your own vegetables and perhaps had a few hens to eat scraps and convert them to eggs. Sure, the old fashioned ¼ acre section would have been and was much more suitable for this. Even with a tiny section it is possible to grow a few vegetables – and – mix them with flowers. Just ask Sue.

THIS WEEK AT ST MARTINS                                    

Monday 1-4pm              Foot Clinic (lounge) Janette 021 075 6780

Tuesday 10am              South Elder Care (lounge) Jeannette 332 9869

Tuesday 7.15pm           Meditation Group (lounge) Dugald 021 161 7007

Wednesday 9.30am      Walking Group: South Library Sonya 027 253 3397

Thursday 10am             Crafty Crafters (lounge) Sally 332 4730

Sunday 19 January 2025

“What the Wine Stewards Saw”  (John 2:1-11)

Intro:  Today we read of Jesus first miracle as recorded by John.  It is something of a surprise, even to Jesus.  He and the disciples are attending a wedding, Jesus is simply one of the crowd, he is a guest, and everything is going fine but then the wine runs out.  Let us listen for God’s word to us.  (Read)

One of the many things I enjoy about being a pastor is helping couples prepare for weddings.  It can be fun to work with couples to create a service that reflects their faith and love.  It is really “their day”.  In some of the “less serious” moments, I like asking whether future “in laws” are being too helpful with all the planning and details.  It is amazing to see what it takes to get ready for even a simple wedding.  As much as we’d like to think we Americans in the third millennium know how to throw the “perfect wedding”, we can’t hold a candle to the way they did it in Galilee in the first century.  Weddings in Cana were much different from weddings today.

Today, weddings take place in less than an hour, with a few hours for a reception and then maybe a weekend honeymoon.  This was not the case in Galilee.  In those days, weddings were grand celebrations, with many rituals of lighting torches and getting the bride at midnight, the groom paid for everything.  And there was a party – not for an evening, or even a few days, but rather one that lasted an entire week!

The reason the Galileans were so good at throwing great parties around weddings is because of what a wedding represented to the community as a whole.  Weddings were one of the few things that represented a hope for the future in ancient rural villages.  Trying to imagine what it would be like to live in the household of a poor tradesman, or goat herder, in a subsistence economy back then is very difficult.  Everything about life was about getting through the day.  There was no electricity, no running water.  All the needs of the household had to be done for today and then done again tomorrow. There was no stocking up on a week’s groceries.  Nothing kept.  Water for the day needed to be collected every morning.  Everything was daily in this culture.  Except weddings, they were about the future. 

As we think about our lives today.  Our lives are full of daily stuff -yes, but there is a tremendous amount of “future stuff” as well. 

For the Galileans in the first century, there was only today.  Nobody had day timers or Google calendars.  Life was about today.  Except for weddings.  Weddings were the times when the whole village celebrated and said “there is a future for our village, there is a future for our family, there is light up ahead, a tomorrow with promise.”   These were the times of lifting ones eyes and seeing something more than the daily grind and obligations. 

I tell you all of this is to help set the stage, to explain how important this wedding and reception was.  Because weddings, were such a highpoint in the life of a village that there were very strict cultural norms, and even laws, about parties.  Hospitality, was everything.  Making sure that you had enough supplies and that one’s guests were having a good time was of utmost importance.  This was a duty, and if you failed in your duty, you could be legally responsible.  Or more bluntly you could be sued.  Imagine that today.  “Hey Friend, you know that All Blacks  party you had last week?  Even with the life-sized cut out of  Scott Barrett, you ran out of cheese rolls in the first 30 minutes, it didn’t really make the grade.  You’ll be hearing from my lawyer.” 

Our scripture this morning is really a strange and wonderful story.  I love how John uses a wedding, a celebration, as the time and site of Jesus first miracle.   This is a moment of epiphany as Jesus reveals his divine power, and it is in such a human situation.  The couple is on the brink of disaster, and at first Jesus is reluctant to get involved.   I’d like to consider some of the people at the wedding, look at their role in what happened and their experience of the miracle. 

Now the steward is the caterer, or the general contractor for this reception.  He is the one who sweats the details and keeps an eye on the gauges.  He is the one watching the inventory asking, “do we have enough money and resources to keep things going to the very end?  He might have the bumper sticker that says “live life to the fullest and bounce the check for your funeral.”  He is a planner and suddenly things aren’t going according to plan.   When the miracle comes, as he tastes the wine, he just expresses delight at the windfall and keeps on pouring.  Suddenly no problem, and he goes back to party.  I imagine it is not hard to call to mind people like this. 

In this moment, the groom wouldn’t know what to say.  He may have been embarrassed knowing that it was not his.  He couldn’t have paid for it.  He was probably very glad he did not have to explain where it came from.  None of the guests would know.  But he would wonder for a lifetime.  What happened back there?  We don’t know if he ever finds out.  But he has received grace.  Jesus came to his party and power of God changed everything, and he may never know.  Some people go through life like that too. 

Jesus’ role in all this is very interesting.  He is simply an invited guest.  One who attends and is just part of the crowd.  He is there in the good times, and goes unnoticed.  When the potential for disaster arises he does not jump to the rescue.  It is his mother who calls it to his attention.  I love that; it is so very human.  Mothers do have a way of making us rethink our first response to a lot of things.  With just a look my mother can still get me to try new foods that are supposed to be good for me, and clean my plate.  

Mary saw what was happening and knew Jesus could do something to extend the joy that was suddenly disappearing.  Even though his actions would be a rescue from disaster it was about extending the joy.  She wanted him to do something now during this hope-filled celebration of the future.  “Do something,  today!” she says to help us as celebrate the days to come. 

Mary was the one who said something is about to go wrong and expected Jesus to be part of the answer.  She basically said to him, don’t just stand there, do something!  From the time the angels told her about the child she would carry, she knew Jesus could make a difference.  She understands and expects him to enter into this moment.  So she calls to him.  Jesus response may sound disrespectful; “woman” can be a polite term something like Madam.  But he certainly is showing a differing opinion with her on whether he should or could act.  I can’t help but think Mary is saying to herself, “come on Jesus, you are thirty years old, still living at home time to get on with your life!  Time to leave the next already.”  Who knows?  But she knows this is his time. 

Jesus says, “It is not yet my time”, but goes on to act anyway.  He moved beyond the first response of “what concern is it to you and to me?”  He goes beyond its not my problem and it’s not my time, to a point of acting and making a difference right then.  Even though it was someone else’s problem, he acts.  Even thought it was someone else who would be embarrassed he moves toward them in love. When Jesus was moved to act, that’s when a real miracle happens. What if Jesus had walked away from this wedding saying it is not my time, what if he then walked past the man left by the side of the road the next day, who knows what may have been the start of Jesus’ ministry.  But we shouldn’t underestimate the influence of Mary saying you can do something here.  Step up to the plate.

Anytime we move beyond thinking, it’s not my problem.  I have nothing to lose if I just walk away.  It’s not my time to help, That is when the miracle happens again.  Jesus shows us, that even when we think we have spent all that we have, our energy, our time, and our resources.  When we feel that there is nothing or nothing left to give.  In the most strange and ordinary of places, well find– something.  There will be something, when we look, something wonderful and unexpected and in abundance.

 A new year that has just arrived.  A question for us all, is how can we make our church be a living striving community where people are learning to know God more deeply and experiencing Jesus Christ and spreading that love to others.  Will we be like the steward, seeing the surprise of abundant grace before our face and just moving along, or will we, like Mary, see that God is present in our midst, and ask with expect hope that something more wonderful is yet to come?  Do we believe God has something more in store?  Amen.

Sunday 19th January 2025

NOTICES:

A very warm welcome to all who worship with us today, and especially to our friends from Beckenham Methodist. Please join us for morning tea following the service.

All January services are at St Martins.

Donations: if you would like to support the ministry at St Martins our bank account is: 03-1598-0011867-00. Please include your name as a reference.

Wednesday Walkers 22nd January: Check with Sonya 027 253 3397 for details.

CWS Christmas Appeal envelopes can be placed in the offertory plate on any Sunday until 26th January.

Anna will be back in the Office on Thursday.

South Library ?m?kihi Update: The temporary library, South Colombo, will open at The Colombo shopping centre on Monday 24 February 2025. The temporary Customer Service Hub will open at Pioneer Recreation and Sport Centre on Monday 10 February. This means the last day open for the Customer Service Hub will be Friday 7 February, and the last day for the Library will be Sunday 9 February. Both temporary facilities will operate until December 2026, when ?m?kihi is expected to open.

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Sunday 12th January 2025

“Well Pleased”  (Luke 3:15-17,21-22)

There is a story that a Presbyterian pastor tells about one of those embarrassing moments in ministry.  He was in the middle of performing a wedding ceremony, just about to lead the couple through their vows, when, all of a sudden, he forgot the name of the groom.  (I, for one, can’t imagine ever forgetting something while in worship)  Trying to cover the awkward moment, the pastor asked the groom with great solemnity “With what name were you baptized?” The groom, a bit taken aback, paused.  But then with great confidence, he responded, “I was baptized with the name of our Lord Jesus Christ!”   This didn’t help the pastor much, but at least the fellow understood the meaning of baptism!

I often enjoy asking “do you remember your Baptism?” I hear so many great stories in response.   Some people were baptized as infants and remember only what their parents told them.   Some were baptized later in life when they chose the moment they would receive the sign of grace that comes in the sacrament of baptism.  (I was holding wrong story.  My Dad’s aged yellow baptism certificate from 90 years ago.  Baptism complete)  It is wonderful to hear the variety of baptism stories, for many times in our collective worship we are called to remember our baptism, we are to recall that we are called by name and claimed by God’s love.    More than remembering the specifics of our individual baptisms remembering our baptism is to remind ourselves and refresh within us the beginning, the new life that is already underway. 

In all of the gospel accounts describing the baptism of Jesus, one question remains unanswered.  Why was Jesus baptized? Why did he needto be baptized? After all, according to John, baptism is for the purpose of repentance and the forgiveness of sins.  What did Jesus need to repent of? And what did he need to be forgiven for? Actually, when you think abut it, Jesus is to do baptizing in a fashion greater than John, and as far as we know he never baptizes anyone.   For some reason Jesus submits to baptism himself, kneeling in the mud and the muck.   It is for the same reason he is born in a manger, that he eats with prostitutes and tax collectors, that he cries and prays and sleeps in a garden, and that he dies a painful, very human death.   It is quite simply because Jesus comes to be like us, so we can grow to be like him.  Jesus is baptized into our humanity, so that we can be baptized into his divinity. 

In the Eastern Orthodox tradition, those who are baptized in the same font become siblings— they are considered the same flesh and blood—they are kin with one another.  In this sense, Jesus became siblings with the crowd, all those with whom he was baptized in the River Jordan.  When we are baptized into Christ in the waters of the font, we too become siblings, with Christ and with one another.  The personal name we receive is important.  But much more important is the spiritual name we receive—Christian—bearer of Christ—brother and sister of Christ. 

The Greek word for baptism means: “To dip, to immerse, to submerge—and my favorite—to soak.” Baptism is, for all of us the bath of the Beloved, when God takes pleasure in soaking us—soaking us with water, soaking us with grace, soaking us with blessing.  When I read about Jesus’ baptism, what I understand is happening is very different than what traditional doctrines have explained.  Rather than saving us from original sin, Jesus’ baptism mirrors for us our original blessing—encouraging us to become servants of love—offering blessing and not judgment to others.  And despite the fact that we remain partial, sinful, fragile, imperfect people, our original blessing can empower us if we remember that we are baptized. 

What is most important about our text for today is how it ends.   Up until this time God would have been viewed in an ancient way, as being distant and vengeful.   But now things are different God has drawn near and everything has changed with Jesus being the Christ.   After this remarkable transformation—from thunder theology into tender theology, after the change of this abstract, awesome God into a fragile, flesh and blood God—after the Heavenly One decides to become earthly—it is then that the Creator God responds in a very particular way.   The Voice of God speaks once again. 

This Voice is warm and welcoming.  “You are my Son, the Beloved One; with you I am well pleased.” To the man in the mud, this Son who has become a servant, God speaks.  Even before Jesus has done anything noteworthy or worthwhile God praises him.  God affirms that Jesus is precious, that he is unique, and that he is loved— not for what he does but for who he is.  In this baptism scene, God echoes the divine delight and pleasure that was expressed in the very beginning days of creation.  After the creation of the sea and the dry land, God said, “It is good.” After the creation of the light and the dark, the star and sun and moon, God said, “It is good.” After the creation of the birds and the animals, the plants and the trees and the fish of the sea, God said, “it is very good.” After the creation of man and woman in God’s image, God said, “it is good.  It is very, very good.” After the baptism of Jesus, after this total immersion into the human condition, God says, “This is good.  This is delightful.  This is the Beloved, who brings me great pleasure.  This is very, very good.” So it is with each one of us when we are baptized.  We too are blessed as the Beloved.  We too bring pleasure to God. 

Each time we celebrate baptism, or anytime we reflect on and remember our baptism may we remember that we are always drenched with grace, each one of us has our original blessing—the waters of baptism that have washed over our lives.   Each one of us can be reminded of God’s Voice in our lives.  The voice that says “You are my child, the Beloved with whom I am well pleased.”

Let us remember our baptism, remember that we are blessed.  Remember that we belong.  Remember that we are the beloved.  And remember that it is a gracious God that has taken delight and pleasure in who we are and who we are becoming.  This profound gift changes us.  This profound Gift defines us.  This profound gift is what we have to share with the world.  How can we do anything else but be a blessing to others? How can we do anything else but find and name the beloved—to give to others a sense of belonging in God’s family? This is the Gift of this day.  This is the Good News of this day.  This is the call of this day.  And it is very, very good.   Amen.  

Sunday 5th January 2025

“Here’s Your Sign!”  Matthew 2:1-12

Intro:  First a word about sermon titles.  I had a preaching prof who once said “when you name a sermon, make it so compelling that somebody riding past on a bus seeing a sign with the title will get off the bus and come in.”  Then he challenged us to think of titles that would do that.  A friend, who was quicker than I am, came up with “hey you – the bus is on fire!”  Our reading this morning is about signs, the star that the wise men saw.  Let us listen for God’s word to us. ///

 Sometimes you can be in the middle of a miracle and miss it.  A friend e-mailed a cute story a little while ago.  It is about a man who was late for an important meeting downtown but could not find a parking place. He circled his building several times: nothing. He drove up and down all the streets in the surrounding area but every spot was taken. All the parking garages had signs out front that said full. The more he drove around, the later he got; and the later he got, the more frantic he became, because he had to get to this meeting; his whole career depended on parking his car but he could not find a space.

Finally, though he wasn’t a religious man, he decided to ask God for help. Lifting his voice to heaven he said, “Lord, I know I haven’t really paid much attention to you in my life but I… I really need a parking space. Lord, if you show me a parking place I will stop sinning and start going to church. If you find me a place to park my car I will volunteer at the shelter and give to the poor — Lord, if you give me a parking spot right now I promise to become a new man!”

As soon as he finished praying a parking spot miraculously opened up right in front of the building he was going to — right in front of the main entrance… this was Rock Star parking, and there was an hour and a half of time still left on the meter. The man swerved into the spot, turned off the ignition and with a great sigh of relief lifted his voice again in prayer and said, “Never mind Lord, I found one.”

 He had certainly received a sign that God has heard his prayer – but he missed it.

In my journey of faith, and I would guess in everyone’s, there have been times when I have really wanted some sign from God to give clarity and reassurance.  Sometimes we may be focused on things of minor importance, sometimes we might be seeking guidance about major decision in life, wondering which way to go.  Sometimes we may long for a sign that God is really out there, and does care for us. In all of these times we ask and then look for some kind of response.  Years ago when I was considering leaving healthcare and entering the ministry I asked God repeatedly for a sign, not just any sign, make mine a billboard, I would pray.  I never got a billboard, we rarely do.  I think what happens is a subtle change of perception, our way of seeing the world changes, and in time answers that make sense to us appear.  

In a novel called The Final Beast, Frederick Buechner describes a young clergyman’s attempt to find some proof of God’s existence. On a visit to his father’s home just before Pentecost Sunday, he stretches out in the grass near the barn, closes his eyes and listens for some word from God, some assurance of his presence. “Please,” he whispers, “please come,” then swallowing and raising his head to look, expecting the sky to part like a curtain and a splendor to come pouring through. For a long time there in the bright spring sunshine there was nothing, and then, writes Buechner, there was this:

Two apple branches struck against each other with the limber clack of wood on wood. That was all—a tick-tock rattle of branches—but then a fierce lurch of excitement at what was only daybreak, only the smell of summer coming, only starting back again for home, but oh, he thought, with a great lump in his throat and a crazy grin, it was an agony of gladness and beauty falling wild and soft like rain.

It’s not much to go on, but for the clergyman in the story, and for Buechner himself, it was enough, because this was his own experience. On just such a day, in just such a place, he lay down in the grass with just such wild expectations. He says that he had a very strong feeling that the time was ripe for a miracle—that something was going to happen—something extraordinary that he could perhaps even see and hear. What happened was that two branches knocked together, and as I said it’s not much, but it was enough to divide time forever for Buechner into what came before that experience and what came after it.

Just clack-clack, but praise God, he thought. Praise God. Maybe all his journeying, he thought, had been only to bring him here to hear two branches hit each other twice like that, he had come in search of the Holy, and in his mind at least he had found it. God had revealed God’s self in the clack-clack of those two branches.

Isn’t this how it always is with God?  That God is never fully revealed to us, it is always in part? What we see of God is a reflection on a piece of broken mirror, a glimpse through a dark glass. To see God face-to-face would be too much for us and so God comes to us in another way.  God speaks to us in whispers. God appears to us in shadows. But by God’s grace for us, it can be enough.

Matthew says that the Magi noticed a new star in the sky, one among the billions and billions that are there, a star that wouldn’t have been noticed at all unless you were looking for it. It wasn’t much to go on—one star—but still they went, and it isn’t easy to follow a star, but they tried, correcting their course again and again by its fickle light. The wonder of it all is that they found what they were looking for, and that even then they weren’t disappointed. It was just a baby, a little boy. Not much to go on, really. If you hadn’t been following stars and searching him out you might have missed him altogether. But they found him, and for two reasons: 1) they were looking, and 2) there was someone to be found.

In our search for God, for what is Holy in the world, it is always like this. Yes, we have to look and listen, but also there is someone to be found. We are not just overworking our imaginations to find God in the knocking together of two branches, or in the dim light of a star, or in a baby’s wet smile—God is there. When we really look, when we really listen, we have to decide that either we are finding God in everything or God is, in fact, everywhere to be found. So we come to church, not to be seen by others, not to do our religious duty, but to seek and find—to be reminded again that God is with us in every moment and in all things. In silence, in the flickering light of a candle, the swell of organ music, the feel of another hand in ours, the smell of green plants, the right word at the right time, the joy of human laughter—nothing much to go on, really. No splendor crashing through the ceiling. No billboards suddenly appearing, only a glimpse, a whisper, but also a breathless kind of certainty that God is with us, that we are not alone.

I think it happened for the Magi. They followed a star. They worshipped a baby. In the end, says Matthew, “they went home by another way.” Surely he means that they took a different route than the one they had taken to get to Bethlehem. They didn’t go through Jerusalem again. But surely it wasn’t only the route that had changed. They, too, were different. They had felt that fierce lurch of excitement that Buechner speaks of, that feeling that this was only daybreak, only the smell of summer coming, only starting back again for home. But with lumps in their throats and crazy grins on their faces, and beauty falling wild and soft like rain, they worshipped. “Just a boy,” they must have thought. “Just a baby! But praise God.  Give thanks.”

And they did, and we do, and with any luck our search for what is holy today will not be in vain. In the singing of hymns, the praying of prayers, the listening for a word from God, we too may feel that fierce lurch of excitement and know that we are in the whispering Presence. With lumps in our throats and crazy grins on our faces, we too may praise him, give thanks, and go home by another way.   Amen.