Showing posts from 2016
Crosses and the Other Side Rob Gieselmann, Pent. 18C, Sept. 4, 2016
I remember a poem from years ago – Only I cannot recall the poet or the actual words of the poem – Age seems to have eroded my memory …But the poem left me with an image.It is winter, and a man is walking through snowy woods late at night. He is walking backwards, away from his cottage, staring at the light shining through the front window of the cottage. As he walks backwards the light disappears from his view. He stops – then walks back towards the cottage, and the light reappears. He reverses course again, and the light disappears. And he realizes, now, that there exists an invisible line dividing his sight – a perimeter beyond which the light is no longer perceivable. A circle within which he can see.
*Jesus is traveling from his home in Galilee towards Jerusalem, through Samaria. Somewhere along the way, he crosses some invisible perimeter – he becomes the man in the poem – Only he has walked inside the circle, throug…
Once More: Literal About Grace Rob Gieselmann, Pent. 16C (Aug. 21, 2016)
Sometimes it is all about what you see – and what you don’t see.The writer to the Hebrews speaks about t wo worlds, two mountains, as though exist simultaneously.
First there is the fiery mountain, an image taken from Moses and the ancient Hebrews – The mountain was tempestuous, and portended judgment. Shuddering fear, for even touching the mountain would result in certain death. But there is this second Mountain, Mt. Zion, on which is located the City of God, holy and spiritual Jerusalem. Angels – myriads of them - live there, as does love, absolute love – and you. (Right now) On this mountain every person – you, me, all of us is a first-born child. Each person inherits absolutely everything. My daughter Tilly likes to tell anybody who will listen, My Dad loves me the best. She especially likes to say this within ear-shot of her brother, Tate. In fact, I do love her best. But I love Tate best, also. If I had a third …
Urgent: Forgiveness Rob Gieselmann, Pentecost 8C, June 26, 2016
I don’t always understand what it means to follow Jesus. And I’m pretty sure I don’t do it very well. I’m all three of these - I’d bury my parents first, I’d say good-bye to my family, before following Jesus - into the Peace Corps, or to Bolivia, or wherever. Truth be told, I probably wouldn’t leave them in the first place, and if I did, I would definitely buy a return ticket. At least for the holidays, I’d come home for the holidays. *Home – they say home is “where the heart is,” You’re loved at home just because – not because you’ve done something important. You are special at home, just because you are special at home. Or, as the old saying goes, Home is where thegreat are small,and the small are great.
But there is no home for Jesus – foxes have holes and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head. No bed to, lay me down to sleep, no pillow for, the soul to keep. Just a rock and a tunic.And th…