Tuesday - November 26, 2024

Weber Baker

SCRIPTURE


Luke 21:37-38:

Every day he was teaching in the temple, and at night he would go out and spend the night on the Mount of Olives, as it was called. And all the people would get up early in the morning to listen to him in the temple.



Genesis 8:11:

and the dove came back to him in the evening, and there in its beak was a freshly plucked olive leaf; so Noah knew that the waters had subsided from the earth.


WORDS OF HOPE


I often find it fascinating how things of great importance in the past often become taken for granted as time goes by, even though those things still carry importance. One such thing is the topic of the scripture passages above. While most of us do not live in a place where olive trees grow; we nonetheless owe a great deal to this ancient tree. And we take for granted the places where they grow, and the people who grow them, and the fruits they produce


Today is International Olive tree Day. Unesco has set this aside to recognize this most important piece of flora. Audrey Azoulay, Director General of Unesco says: "The olive tree is a universal tree, which has accompanied humanity for thousands of years, embodying its aspirations; because with its legendary longevity and ability to rise from its ashes, it reaches beyond the short-sightedness of the moment: planting an olive tree and eating its fruit is to join the chain of humanity"


The olive tree plays a significant role in various places in the Bible. The first mention is in Genesis where the dove set loose by Noah returns with an olive branch thereby letting Noah know that the waters have receded. In Exodus there is a command to allow every field, vineyard, and olive orchard to lay fallow once every seven years. And during that year the poor and the wild animals must be allowed to freely feed themselves on those lands. The oil for the light in the temple is to be of the pure olive oil according to Deuteronomy. And the olive and the olive tree are mentioned throughout the rest of the Jewish Scriptures. 


The Olive tree also shows up in the Gospels and the epistles. The Mount of Olives, an important place in Jerusalem, was a place of refuge for Jesus on several occasions. And it is often a place where Jesus speaks to the twelve when teaching. Jesus spent so much time there that on one occasion, Luke says that it was his custom to spend time there. In the book of Romans, Paul uses grafting wild olive branches onto cultivated olive trees, as a metaphor for gentiles being grafted into the teachings of Jesus.


The olive tree is mentioned in the Quran as being blessed. The ancient Greeks believed that the olive tree was created by the goddess Athena in a contest with Poseidon. Her olive tree won the contest because Poseidon’s ocean was too salty to drink. But the olive tree provided food and oil and wood for the fire. The olive tree has been a symbol of Iran from the time of the Zoroastrians. 


The olive tree is of great importance throughout the Mediterranean region not just in the places we often call the Holy Lands. Several years ago, Kris and I got to see an olive orchard in Assisi where Saint Francis lived. Olive trees can live to be 1000 years old. One tree in Crete is thought to be 3000 years old. Fossil evidence indicates that they may have been around 20-40 million years ago. 


Growing olives, preparing olives, pressing olive oil, are a source of livelihood for many people. Indeed, with its Mediterranean climate olives are grown in California. The fruit of the olive tree, the olive itself, is interesting. In its natural state, it is virtually inedible. They are bitter. And although the oil is taken when they are still fresh off the tree, in order for the olive itself to be eaten, it must be brined. 


We often fail to consider this ancient food source which can be bought in jars and cans, and even in some markets from barrels where they have been brined. We can get various grades of olive oil. We toss olives on pizza, sandwiches; and mound them up on our hors d’oeuvre tray. But being far removed from the places where olives grow and are processed, we don’t stop to think about how important this small fruit is to so many people and has been to so many cultures throughout the world.


How many things, how many gifts does this world present us with that we do not stop to appreciate? How many times do we fail appreciate those who make these gifts available to us, from the farmers, to the processors, to those who deliver them, and those who make them available to us in stores? 


So, take time today to appreciate those things which you might normally overlook or take for granted. Think about all the hands that have touched them. Think about the good Earth that produced them. Think about the creation in which they thrive. Think about the Creator who brought it all into being.


PRAYER


Loving Creator, we thank you today for your creation of which we are part. We thank you for the gifts, great and small, which allow us to live and thrive. Make us mindful to be great stewards of those gifts.


DEVOTION AUTHOR


Weber Baker

Order of Saint Francis and Saint Clare


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Wednesday - November 4. 2026

By Hardy Haberman • November 4, 2026
READING “Just because it's common sense, doesn't mean it's common practice.” - Will Rogers WORDS OF HOPE Today is “Use Your Common Sense Day” and also the birthday of humorist Will Rogers. His observations and many columns for the New York Times in the 1930’s still endure as delightful skewers of the famous and the infamous of the era. One of the things that made his humor so endearing was his ability to cut through the clutter of the news and political rhetoric and get to the underlying truth which was often the seed of the humor itself. He was particularly poignant when it came to his views on religion. He wrote this quote around the time of the Scopes trial in Tennessee. “The Lord put all these millions of people over the earth. They don’t all agree on how they got here, and ninety percent don’t care. But He was pretty wise when He did see to it that they all do agree on one thing. (whether Christian, Heathen, or Mohammedan) and that is that the better lives you live the better you will finish.” If that’s not great common sense, I don’t know what is. PRAYER May we all use our God-given common sense when faced with difficult times. Sometimes that means doing what Will Rogers suggested, “The best way out of a difficulty is through it.” Amen DEVOTION AUTHOR Hardy Haberman

Tuesday - November 3, 2026

By Charlie C. Rose • November 3, 2026
SCRIPTURE  1 Corinthians 1.30 By God’s doing you are in Christ Jesus, who became to us wisdom from God, and righteousness and sanctification, and redemption. WORDS OF HOPE There are days when I feel numb. This election season has done that to me. The campaigns and hype have been emotionally draining, and they left me feeling empty, waiting for some good thing to happen. I avoided the news as a rule. My opinion about too many things was easily reduced to how I would vote. I voted early and I hope on this Election Day you will follow through on that important privilege as well, if you haven’t already. But today’s Scripture isn’t a review of political ramblings. It’s about Christ being present throughout all of our profound emotions that come and go with or without much effort. Emotions often exist as a summation of life experiences, the triumphs, and disappointments; the random joy, anger, and sadness that define life on earth. I confess I’m usually an optimistic brain type. Like Lady Gaga’s “Born That Way”. We have a certain predetermined overriding attitude that makes us naturally feel one way or the other. We each have our recipe of chemicals within each of us that both gives us insight in our fellow Earthlings, and a glance into our often-predetermined moods. I like to think I’m in control of that, but am I? Truth is, I know too well what situations I’ve created, the failures and successes of personal history that brought me to this day, resulting in what my thoughts and actions create. I own my creation no matter how tough or how lax I’ve been on myself and I live the life I created. I must face my own profound happiness, anger, and sadness. I accept that my mood is the sum-total of unique randomness. In the Gospels, the Son of God faces the same issues. Christ is not a time traveler, but a voice for all time. Christ’s wisdom and insight into our humanity is profundity in itself. The mystery of the Word that became flesh is a wonderful, but abstract idea, giving a path to helping us deal with the unexplained or follies of living. If we dare listen to that Word, we are given God’s Door for an exit; an exit from emotional strife, dependency, sadness, the complexities of life and the ability to let go of the tiny details and embrace simplicity itself. The redeeming Christ gives us permission to love, to forgive, to create, and the most elusive thing granted to all of us, just to BE. PRAYER Thank you that regardless of environments, circumstances, or the state of our current emotional lives, your love and wisdom are always there to guide us and to redeem us. Amen DEVOTION AUTHOR Charlie Rose Order of St. Francis and St. Clare

Monday - November 2, 2026

By Dan Peeler • November 2, 2026
SCRIPTURE  Joshua 4.8-9 The Israelites took twelve stones from the middle of the Jordan, according to the number of the tribes of the Israelites, as the Lord had told Joshua; and they carried them over with them to their camp, where they put them down. Joshua set up the twelve stones that had been in the middle of the Jordan at the spot where the priests who carried the Ark of the Covenant had stood. And they are there to this day. WORDS OF HOPE Today’s Scripture reading is an excerpt from the narrative about memorializing God’s parting of the Jordan River before the Holy Ark of the Covenant. The story ends saying the cairn (a human-made stack of stones) is “there to this day.” That would have been written between 600-500 years before the birth of Christ. The stacking of the stones would have occurred about 500 years earlier. There’s no sign of the stone marker now. Building monuments to our achievements or significant historic incidents is an ancient human practice. They always last many years or even generations after their builders, but whether torn down by other people or by time, they never stand forever. Our generation continues the tradition, from small historic markers along the road to massive sculptures like Mount Rushmore, we are surrounded by our own versions of the cairn of Joshua. One of my historian cousins was once employed to search the countryside for sites of incidents worthy of historical markers. One of her markers stands on an early 1800’s cemetery near my house. The gravestones are mostly illegible, and my cousin is gone as well, but her diligent work still stands. My cousin’s name was Kay. She left behind many miles of markers celebrating the history made by other people, but not one to herself. Kay was a lifelong member of the largest Presbyterian in Dallas and involved in every humanitarian endeavor the church had to offer. She chaired countless ministries to foreign countries, serving the poorest of the poor and helping them help themselves by working with women’s cooperatives in Guatemala and Mexico, selling their hand made textiles at mission markets across the region. She would also always bring home loads of beautiful woven crafts and home decorations which she would market through several churches and benevolent organizations, with 100% of the profits going to the villages. Kay’s marker was her life, her spirit more durable than any stone, and she will be remembered for generations by the people Jesus loved the most. Her spirit is alive in her daughters as well. It seems to be a generational blessing in that branch of my family, and I have no doubt it will continue long after her daughters’ works are completed. Joshua honored the works of God with a stone memorial. Kay honored the works of God by doing them. There are powerful people in Washington DC today eager to clutter the environment with stone memorials to themselves. I pity them. Everything they build will crumble, but the works of the spirits of people like my Cousin Kay will live forever. PRAYER God who inspired our ancestors, we thank you for the lives and legacies of people like my Cousin Kay and for the spiritual monuments they left behind. May their examples continue to be the foundations for the markers we each have the opportunity to build every day. Amen. DEVOTION AUTHOR Dan Peeler Order of St. Francis and St. Clare

Friday - October 30, 2026

By Charlie Rose • October 30, 2026
SCRIPTURE  Joshua 1.9 Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.” WORDS OF HOPE Tomorrow is All Hallow’s Eve, so it’s time to unpack your Playsuit. Did you ever have one of those? The Sears catalog when I was a child had what they called “Playsuits,” their versions the big-name superheroes like Superman or whatever cartoon character that was popular on TV at the time. Plus, a host of other occupational outfits like police and firemen, doctors and nurses. Boring. That said, I always loved the generic superhero suits. They had a day-glo green “spider guy” who vaguely resembled a makeshift sort of alien Spider-Man. In fact, there were all kinds of generic knockoffs for frugal shoppers like my mother. Generic Captain America, a watered-down version of Daredevil, which we all knew used to be Batman but was painted red instead to get another use of the same mask mold. Then there were costumes marketed specifically to satisfy churches that insisted on calling Halloween a “Harvest Festival” because they thought the designation “Halloween” was of the Devil. In a super conservative Christian home, you might be sent out as Jesus or maybe Moses. God knows merchants could have raked it in if they had thought about calling their mummy costume Lazarus. How embarrassing for those kids whose parents weren’t as well-versed in their Bible knowledge to know the Good Book is full of bad guys and makes plenty of mentions about witches, ghosts, monsters like Leviathan, and whole colonies of giants bigger than Goliath. Halloween was a big deal in my Christian-Lite home. It still wasn’t as big as Christmas, and it had not become the obsession it has become today. Nowadays, for fear of the actual monsters behind some strangers’ doors, Halloween for kids has evolved into benevolent parking lot events such as trunk or treat, often scheduled in full daylight. Great for safety, but in my generation’s estimation, Spooky music and bounce-houses do not a Halloween make. Today’s kids will never know what we had back then. Halloween was cool. There were rules to creatively dressing up if you wanted to earn your candy. There. I said it. Halloween was earned and every Bit-O-Honey and Tootsie Roll you got were the fair wages of participating in ghoulish delight. It was a fun sort of pretend scary. And whether we were aware of what walking around to scare off the evil spirits meant, we were carrying on the original traditions in All Hallows’ Eve’s history of purifying the place for All Saints’ Day. I’m not saying the holiday is no longer fun. It is. Plenty of haunted houses and parties happen still. But it’s become another heavily commercial holiday, cashing in on pre-made stuff and less on home-grown creativity and bowls full of spaghetti worms. I do miss those spaghetti worms! PRAYER Thank you for holidays that bring us closer together, and for the one we call Halloween that teaches us creativity, laughter, and especially love, can conquer all our fears. Amen DEVOTION AUTHOR Charlie Rose Order of St. Francis and St. Clare

Thursday - October 29, 2026

By Reed Kirkman • October 29, 2026
SCRIPTURE Romans 2.17-29 (The Inclusive Bible) Now, if you place your confidence in your religious identity, if you rely on your understanding of God’s teachings and take pride in your relationship with God. WORDS OF HOPE National Cat Day Lions, tigers, and tabby cats?? Today is National Cat Day, and I’m convinced God has a sense of humor. I imagine God winking: “Yes. This is how I intended it to be.” Cats are affectionate, stubborn, dramatic, and ridiculous. They race through apartments, ponder empty walls, then curl into sunlight. Perhaps we need creatures who remind us to laugh and slow down. We buy expensive toys, only for cats to declare a cardboard box the greatest gift imaginable. Apparently, I don’t decorate my apartment; my cat, Nelson does. Maybe there’s theology here. We chase what is impressive, forgetting joy in simple things. Sometimes the cardboard box is enough. I’m convinced God created cats to make sure gravity exists. Pens, cups, phones, anything near an edge becomes an experiment. Newton had an apple. I have Nelson. My orange tuxedo cat believes gravity requires lifelong research. Perhaps cats are secretly liquid. How else can they curl into balls, become loaves, and squeeze into impossible spaces? Nelson tests physics daily and keeps humans humble. Nelson depends on me for food, water, shelter, and affection, but I depend on him for companionship, laughter, and comfort. When he rubs against me, I imagine him saying, “Of all the humans in the world, this one is mine.” Nelson is my unofficial therapist, philosopher, comedian, treat inspector, computer supervisor, guru, and occasional menace. This may be my apartment, but it’s Nelson’s home. I pay the rent. He apparently owns the place. Perhaps cats can teach us to rest. We live in a culture that measures worth by productivity, where sitting still can feel like failure. Meanwhile, a cat sleeps for hours without guilt. Rest is not laziness. Joy is not frivolous. We are human beings, not productivity machines. When Nelson curls beside me and purrs, I remember I can stop, breathe, and simply be. His purr becomes a soundtrack for Sabbath. One of my favorite saints is Saint Gertrude of Nivelles, a seventh-century abbess in what is now Belgium. She devoted herself to prayer, hospitality, and caring for the poor and travelers. Her association with cats developed through later tradition. Her story reminds me holiness isn’t about escaping everyday life; it’s about meeting life with generosity and care. Love is rarely tidy, and grace rarely arrives on schedule. The sacred doesn’t always announce itself with stained glass or choirs. Sometimes it arrives with four paws, whiskers, a loud purr, and a ridiculous sleeping position. Compassion can mean welcoming a stranger, helping a neighbor, or sitting beside an animal. Today, I’m grateful for cats, especially Nelson, my orange tuxedo philosopher. I’m grateful for the laughter, toys, zoomies, gravity experiments, naps, and purrs. Creation reminds us love needs not be grand to be real, and holiness needs not be complicated to be profound. Sometimes holiness has whiskers. Sometimes grace has four paws. Sometimes wisdom comes in an orange-and-white package covered in fur. When Nelson purrs beside me, I imagine God whispering, “See? There is still joy here today.” PRAYER God of all creation, thank you for the cats who teach us to laugh, rest, wonder, and love. Bless the animals who share our lives and comfort us when we need it. Hold close those we have loved and lost, and help us notice the sacredness in every purr, every raised tail, and every moment of companionship. Amen. DEVOTION AUTHOR Reed Kirkman

Wednesday - October 28, 2026

By Dan Peeler • October 28, 2026
SCRIPTURE  Matthew 19.16, 21,22 Just then a man came up to Jesus and asked, “Teacher, what good thing must I do to get eternal life?”…Jesus answered, “If you want to be perfect, go, sell your possessions and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven. Then come, follow me.”…When the young man heard this, he went away sad, because he had great wealth. WORDS OF HOPE Today’s Scripture excerpts are from the Gospel of Matthew relating the story of one of Jesus’ many appearances before a large crowd. A young man in the crowd asks him about the state of his eternal soul, mistakenly thinking that he would have to work his way toward perfection to be secure of his fate. Jesus gives him an answer meant not only for the others in the large crowd to hear, but eventually, words for us to contemplate today. His answer must have made the young man and the crowd uncomfortable, but many of us as well. It was all about money. “If you want to be perfect, go, sell your possessions and give to the poor?” The Young man was wealthy and went away sad. How would you feel? Is this the requirement for following Jesus? In comparison to most of the worlds’ population the majority of America’s population would be considered wealthy; not just the billionaires, but any of us who are not worried about the possibility of even having our next meal, or fearing it could be our last. Jesus knew the minds of his audience and of each individual who came to him for advice or healing. He knew the mind of the young man and what was of the most importance in his life. He didn’t say sell all of your possessions, but the young man heard it that way. The thought of parting from what he held most dear sent him away sad, no longer curious about anything else Jesus might have to say; no longer worrying about his eternal soul. It’s an interesting challenge for each of us. What in our lives is our roadblock to following the examples set by Jesus? What comes to our minds when Jesus’ simple invitation to “follow me” sounds like a monumental task? Do we just lose faith and walk away sad or decide to hang around a while longer and hear what else he has to say? PRAYER Understanding God, help us to remember that often the teachings of Jesus that make us feel uncomfortable are the ones we need to hear the most. DEVOTION AUTHOR Dan Peeler Order of St. Francis and St. Clare
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