Tuesday - November 21, 2023

Webber Baker

SCRIPTURE



Exodus 2:1-10


Now a man from the house of Levi went and married a Levite woman. The woman conceived and bore a son; and when she saw that he was a fine baby, she hid him for three months. When she could hide him no longer, she got a papyrus basket for him, and plastered it with bitumen and pitch; she put the child in it and placed it among the reeds on the bank of the river. His sister stood at a distance, to see what would happen to him.


The daughter of Pharaoh came down to bathe at the river, while her attendants walked beside the river. She saw the basket among the reeds and sent her maid to bring it. When she opened it, she saw the child. He was crying, and she took pity on him. ‘This must be one of the Hebrews ’children, ’she said. Then his sister said to Pharaoh’s daughter, ‘Shall I go and get you a nurse from the Hebrew women to nurse the child for you?’ Pharaoh’s daughter said to her, ‘Yes’.


So, the girl went and called the child’s mother. Pharaoh’s daughter said to her, ‘Take this child and nurse it for me, and I will give you your wages. ’So, the woman took the child and nursed it. When the child grew up, she brought him to Pharaoh’s daughter and she took him as her son. She named him Moses,‘ because’, she said, ‘I drew him out of the water.’


WORDS OF HOPE


While I am normally a great lover of irony, the passage above from Exodus and the current state of the world, have an irony that I wish I did not have to see. Many things about the passage stand out in comparison with the world today. A family seeks refuge for their young son who has been born into a situation where the authorities (Pharaoh) are trying to destroy the firstborn sons of the Hebrews, because they have become so numerous. The irony comes in that refuge was found in the very household of the Pharaoh.


As no doubt, we all know, this son of the Hebrews becomes like a son to the Pharaoh. He bears no outer characteristics that make it impossible for him to advance in the Egyptian hierarchy. Pharaoh's sister has no problem seeking out and finding the Hebrew mother of this child in order that she can suckle him.


And so today we find that still in that part of the world (and too many others) conflict is still happening often for much the same reason there are too many of them here. And no doubt if we were able to look deeply into the events of those places we would find people who like the Pharaoh's daughter are taking in anyone from either side who needs help.


Today is "World Hello Day”. Ironically, it was begun in response to the conflict in 1973 that occurred between Egypt and Israel. The premise of the day is simple. Greet 10 people. That is it; nothing more.


And why we cannot quickly travel to the Middle East or other places in the world where there is conflict, we can stop and greet 10 people, perhaps people we normally would not greet. And if by some chance, you know someone in one of those places or anywhere in the world, use the miracle of technology to greet them. Perhaps that will encourage them to do the same. Perhaps that will spill over to people in places where personal communication can preserve peace.


PRAYER


Hello God. I greet You today and ask that You bring a heart for peace to everyone everywhere. May they learn that the simplest acts such as a simple greeting, can make the world You have given us a better place. Amen


DEVOTION AUTHOR


Weber Baker

Order of Saint Francis and Saint Clare



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By Donald (Luke) Day April 30, 2026
SCRIPTURE Psalm 62. 1-2 Truly my soul finds rest in God; my salvation comes from him. Truly God is my rock and my salvation; God is my fortress, I will never be shaken. WORDS OF HOPE Our Firm Foundation "How firm a foundation, you saints of the Lord, is laid for your faith in God's excellent word. What more can be said than what God has said, to you who for refuge to Jesus have fled?" This is a quotation from the hymn Our Firm Foundation with words taken from the Rippon Selection of Hymns 1787. Did you ever ask yourself, “What is my foundation?” Can you with assurance say: "God alone is my rock and my salvation, my stronghold, so that I will not be greatly shaken” [or filled with stress and fear]? In today’s atmosphere of uncertainty or fear, the quest for a true foundation in our lives can be overwhelming to all of us. Can we find true foundations in our political leaders, in news sources we trust, or in the endless discussions of friends, family, or mostly strangers on social media? Or, is our actual foundation where it has been all along, waiting patiently, and just a prayer away? For many centuries, the practice of silent prayer has been the principle source for the saints of old to eliminate the cacophony of the world and hear that still small voice of our true foundation, our assurance of comfort. We don’t have to be a Saint of old to hear it, or even better, to feel it. Find a place today, or tonight before bedtime, where you can take a few moments for a time of silence. Here’s a prayer that I often repeat; one that works for me: “I wait for you alone, my God; my hope is in you. You alone are my rock of assurance and safety; I will put my trust in You always, pouring out my heart's concerns to You, my refuge.” God is known for the steadfast love as stated in the Psalm of today’s reading. God is our sure foundation as we journey through this time of distress and uncertainty. Today’s news can be overwhelming to all of us. But these are the best of times to press together the palms of our hands and remember: "God is sovereign, and God is our firm support!" PRAYER Only you, Lord, can focus my heart to be present to you. In the multiplicity of things and distractions of my mind and every day's routine, the one necessity, the one place where my heart can rest is you. May your Spirit help me in my weakness and my distress. May the gift of your presence and comfort speak to my soul.* Amen DEVOTION AUTHOR Donald (Luke) Day Order of St. Francis and St. Clare *modified from the words of Karl Rahner
By Weber Baker April 29, 2026
SCRIPTURE  James 5: 1-6 Come now, you rich people, weep and wail for the miseries that are coming to you. Your riches have rotted, and your clothes are moth-eaten. Your gold and silver have rusted, and their rust will be evidence against you, and it will eat your flesh like fire. You have laid up treasure for the last days. Listen! The wages of the laborers who mowed your fields, which you kept back by fraud, cry out, and the cries of the harvesters have reached the ears of the Lord of hosts. You have lived on the earth in luxury and in pleasure; you have fattened your hearts on a day of slaughter. You have condemned and murdered the righteous one, who does not resist you. WORDS OF HOPE Sometimes we overlook or fail to appreciate things because we are so used to them. We don’t even think about them. Sometimes these are big things. I suspect, unless there is some unusual sound, most of us ignore the flyover of planes. But I suspect most of these things that we fail to notice are the small things. And sometimes it is the smallest things that make the biggest changes. One of my favorite little-known holidays is Punctuation Day. A day to celebrate those small marks that we are so used to and that our English teachers so often got onto us about. We don’t even think about them as we read most of the time. I was curious about the origin of punctuation and found some things that were kind of interesting; at least to me. While the ancient Greeks had some marks in their writings that were meant to help auditors as they read, it was not until almost the seventh century CE that punctuation was really used. Isidore of Seville introduced the comma the period and the colon. Prior to this no punctuation was used. One of my favorite teachers in college said that often times Romans didn’t even use spaces between words. Needless to say uppercase letters versus lowercase letters were nonexistent. Soimaginereadingsomethingwrittenlikethis When I read this, it made me think about the people who first wrote, and who first read the gospels and other Christian writings. Most of these things were not available in written form to the general public until the invention of the printing press in the 1400’s. Someone educated who had access to these writings would have to read them out loud to everyone. And because the writings were so valuable, they were kept in a place that was considered safe. People did not have the kind of leisure we have today; one of those small things we sometimes fail to think about. Nor did they have the education or reading materials we have. You worked from the sunup to sundown; usually at some form of manual labor. You maybe had a candle or oil lamp that you could use after dark but probably did not stay up that late. So, you got your gospel on Sundays in church from someone there; a priest who had been educated enough to read from the gospels and write a passage assigned by the church. This was often done in a way that within a specific time span, specific parts of the Bible would be read. So often we take for granted the simple things that make life easier. Punctuation, so simple and like so many things so obvious, makes communication clearer. Yet we do not stop to think about what it does and how much we rely on it. It is frequently this way with God’s creation. We see bugs; small animals. We often kill or chase them away. We fail to stop and think what the world would be like without these little miracles cleaning up our refuse. We worry about our own comfort without thought to the circle of life and death that is part of our universe. We give God thanks for the big things of life but often forget to thank God for the system of existence that is Creation. PRAYER Great and loving Creator, gives us pause to see all parts of your Creation and to appreciate those little things which keep that Creation in order. Remind us that the dominion which we have means care not just mastery. Amen. DEVOTION AUTHOR Weber Baker Order of Saint Francis and Saint Clare
By Les Geiter April 28, 2026
SCRIPTURE  Philippians 1:6 And I am certain that God, who began the good work within you, will continue his work until it is finally finished on the day when Christ Jesus returns. WORDS OF HOPE My granddaughter is really into the natural world. Whenever she visits, we always explore my backyard for specimens: snail shells, interesting rocks, cicada “shells”, etc. So, it came as no surprise when a beginner rock tumbler set appeared on her Christmas wish list last year. Grandpa obliged and it appeared under the tree on Christmas morning. Upon opening she immediately wanted to try it out with the sample rocks included. (no delayed gratification at 7 years old!) While Anna and I set it up, her mother read the instructions: “For step one, add grit and water, tumble for 4-5 days.” DAYS!?!?!? I thought it only took a few hours! Then, after step one there are steps 2, 3, and 4 till the rock is completely smoothed and polished. Driving home that evening it occurred to me that our lives in God are very much like the rocks in a tumbler. So often we think God can just shape, smooth and polish us overnight, or at least in a day or two. The reality is that it takes a lifetime of “tumbles,” various types of “grit” and the water of God’s spirit to make the transformation. So, take heart! We are all in process! God is polishing our lives into the beautiful gems we were created to be. It just takes time. PRAYER Dear God, thank you for the good work you’re doing in me. May I trust your hand in all the tumbling and gritty moments of my life. Amen DEVOTION AUTHOR Les Geiter
By Jonathon McClellan April 27, 2026
SCRIPTURE Philippians 4:19, MSG You can be sure that God will take care of everything you need, God’s generosity exceeding even yours in the glory that pours from Jesus. WORDS OF HOPE God My Provider A person will work their whole life getting richer, and by the end of their life, never know what it was to be rich. Why spend years for what you will only enjoy for days? So long as we have time, we have wealth, for a person’s happiness is in how they remember their time. Seeing as no one knows how much time they have, can anyone afford to waste it? We lack time more than we lack money. The one who has little is not poor and the one who has much is not rich, but the one who finds happiness is satisfied. There are people living in mansions who cannot buy happiness and there are people living in clay houses who would never sell it. If you can count it, if you can measure it, then its value is limited. Happiness can neither be counted nor measured; by this, we know that it is priceless. Therefore, do not waste your wealth, that is, your time, on trying to be wealthy. For once the money is spent, you will need more. Many people never enjoy peace because they think that they do not have enough money. They forget that its very purpose is to be spent, and if not spent by them, then by someone else after they are gone. No one keeps their money. Life does not begin when you have it, but when you wake up and begin your day. At the start of the day, we are gifted with time. How will we spend it? God has already considered everything that we need so that we may have peace in the world. Be at rest, for God will provide. PRAYER Jehovah Jireh, Bless You for the gift of life. We could never pay You back for the time You have given us. Yet sometimes, we fear not having enough. Help us to appreciate what we already have in You so that we may enjoy our time. Amen. DEVOTION AUTHOR Jonathon McClellan Order of St. Francis and St. Clare
By Dan Peeler April 24, 2026
SCRIPTURE  1 Peter 2.9-12 But you are God's chosen and special people. You are a group of royal priests and a holy nation. God has brought you out of darkness into divine marvelous light. Now you must tell all the wonderful things that God has done. The Scriptures say, "Once you were nobody. Now, you are God's people. At one time no one had pity on you. Now God has treated you with kindness.” Dear friends, you are foreigners and strangers on this earth. So, I beg you not to surrender to those desires that fight against you. Always let others see you behaving properly, even though they may still accuse you of doing wrong. Then on the day of judgment, they will honor God by telling the good things they saw you do. WORDS OF HOPE Today’s Scripture reading has had many interpretations throughout the centuries after it was written by or in the name of one of Jesus’ most volatile and determined Disciples. Whether Simon Peter himself wrote it or not, it is certainly written in the spirit of the truehearted man we met in the Gospels and Acts. Peter’s audience was made up of brand-new followers of Jesus, many of whom had grown up according to the letter of the Hebrew laws with a priest as their guide and interpreter. Now, Peter is reminding them that each of them is a high priest with direct access to God, granted through the words of Jesus himself. Their faith has made them the chosen ones whose words and actions were to become standards for their current followers, and it turned out, for future Christ-followers in thousands of generations to come. Simply stated, he was reminding them to take their responsibility seriously. They were part of Jesus’ Way now, with standards foreign to the tumult of the oppressive Roman Empire, a world of rulers who considered themselves gods, whose civilization was centered on mindless wars, hate, lies, bigotry, making the rich richer while starving the poor. Peter was both pleading and demanding that the followers of Christ’s Way must not bow in surrender to this culture of hate, not become a part of it, nor should they even give the impression they were sympathetic to any of it. They now belonged to Jesus and his culture of Love. Peter still speaks to us today, and loud and clear as always. Are we the chosen people? You bet we are! If we, or any other people of faith elsewhere in the world, have chosen to follow the words and example of Jesus Christ, our only choice is to be and to perpetuate his unconditional Love; to God, ourselves, and all of our neighbors, that love which triumphed, even over death, and perpetually saves us from corrupt systems that should have died in the first century. We are commissioned to serve Christ, not just to proclaim we are born again. Following Jesus does not mean to arrogantly award ourselves with a shallow label of “Christian” only to oppress others into becoming clones of us. We are chosen to love them, to BE Christ in the world. Nothing less will do. PRAYER God of Truth and Justice, thank you for being the Way, for directing us to your path, and for never leaving us stranded without your guiding presence. Amen DEVOTION AUTHOR Dan Peeler Order of St. Francis and St. Clare
By Dr. Pat Saxon April 23, 2026
READING The Empty Dark Oh let me, too, be willing to sit in the empty dark and let the darkness enter me. Let me not pretend to know how it will be. Let me lose my plans, though it terrifies me. Let me not imagine any better time to practice than now. Let me be the bowl that sings when touched, the bowl that is content with its own stillness. If I want answers, let me sit with my longing. If I want lessons, let me find them right here. And if it is dark, let me not run from the dark, but lean into it. And if it is light, let me long for the light. Let it enter me. Let me not pretend to know how it will be. Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer WORDS OF HOPE I have been so grateful for the many renown spiritual writers committed to posting during this time of chaos, division, and violence. They speak truth to power and write with insight and compassion about how to stay grounded and hopeful in spite of the darkness. Among this contemporary pantheon is Diana Butler Bass whose substack platform The Cottage draws readers from around the world. Beside her longer posts, during Lent each morning she sent brief Lenten moments— short scripture readings, songs, poems, and excerpts from her books. It has been a rich resource for individual practice and for sharing with our life group. Featured each Friday was the wonderful poet Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, with “The Empty Dark” being her first offering. She prefaced the reading by saying that the creative spark for the poem was a line in a letter from her friend Michael Phelan which said: “Answers don’t arrive if you’re afraid of sitting in the empty dark of the room of not knowing long enough for them to arrive on their own schedule.” She confessed that it is something she yearns for, and her poem on the subject drew me in. *** With palms upturned and comfortable on my lap, I sit in the early morning dark for what has become an important spiritual practice. Deepening my breath, I play the audio clip of Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer reading her work and then let the stillness surround me, enter me, opening a space inside to be filled by whatever the Spirit lifts up for me to listen for, attend to. The quiet itself is centering and healing—a balm for the chaos and violence of our world. That is a gift in itself. But often enough a message, a guiding direction, a reassurance of Love comes as well. Once an urge to offer a class on grief in Hamnet bubbled up. Another morning I saw the crack in the trunk of my Grandmother Oak tree and honored the strength of her endurance while aching at her injury. A line from Hamlet arose at another time: “Now cracks a noble heart”….and feelings of sorrow came. I was especially drawn to “Let me be the bowl that sings when touched” and felt the touch of the Holy at the edges of my heart. I prayed: Let me sing again. Twice the line “Let me not pretend to know how it will be” came up with power—reminding me that too often I let anxiety or fear carry me down a road of unknowing or when I imagine I can predict the outcome of something. Now it has become a mantra whenever such thinking swells. This practice—which can be done with poetry or song lyrics or a passage of spiritual reflection as well as scripture—can be a rich way of hearing the voice of the Divine. PRAYER Word of God speak in the stillness of the empty dark. Amen. DEVOTION AUTHOR Dr. Pat Saxon
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