“Weave, weave, weave us together.  Weave us together in unity and love!”

– Rosemary Crow

Beloved of God,

There’s a picture that hangs in my study at home of a woman’s hands weaving together separate strands of what will one day become a basket.  The hands belong to Laura Somersal, a Pomo Elder.  They are old, these hands, brown and weathered.  Wrinkles cover every part of their surface—yet they are supple and strong.  When I look at the picture, I imagine her hands gathering lengths of willow from riverbanks; digging for pine root; harvesting young bear grass in the spring; stripping lengths of maidenhair fern, or peeling woodwardia and dying it with alder bark; gathering the strands together into bundles. Then, when they are ready, I see her hands weaving them together; twisting them to fit one over another, tightly, neatly, evenly, row upon row, to form a bowl, a hat, a baby basket.  Each with its own design.  Creating a tapestry from the gifts of the earth.  And this Weaver sings as she works, and her songs are woven into the basket; become part of it.  Her prayers and thoughts move from her heart, down through her fingers; move through the root, the fern, the quill, to become a part of the work, the whole.  The stuff that holds it together.  Out of the mixed gathering of gifts from the earth, her intention takes shape, a design is formed.  Yes, this Weaver knows what she is creating.  And so she weaves.  Patiently, steadily, rhythmically, her hands bring into being what already exists in her mind.

I invite you to imagine with me that God, like this Weaver, is weaving the Kingdom.  That God, like this woman, is at work gathering the separate and distant strands of people from every time and place and fashioning us into a community, a divine fellowship, a new and beloved creation which will one day be whole and complete.

“We are many textures, we are many colors, each one different from the other, but we are entwined with one another in one great tapestry. Weave, weave, weave us together.  Weave us together in unity and love!”

As November begins, we claim our status as beloved elements of the Kingdom basket God is creating while remembering the lives of other beloveds – saints from our community and from the long history of the church – whom God has called to his side.  This year there are six from the Peace congregation: Jeanne, Joyce, Ann, Peggy, Jack, and RaeAnn, whom we lifted up on All Saints Sunday.  During their time at Peace each of their lives intersected with our own, yet their stories and the patterns of their lives are much richer and complex than what we will ever know.  So we give thanks that God is forever at work incorporating their stories, along with our own, into the grand story of healing and redemption God has been working on since time began.

This November will also see the return of our Thanksgiving Eve Service on Wednesday, November 22^nd.  This will be a time of  coming together to remember with gratitude God’s gifts and presence in our lives and in the life of the world.  Finally, this month is also a time for considering how our gratitude and thanksgiving will be manifested in our continuing support for funding God’s mission through Peace.  To that end, keep your eyes peeled for a letter in the mail inviting you to once again participate in growing the Culture of Generosity here at Peace by filling out and returning a Statement of Intent.  What a joy that God is at work among us, with faithful hands, weaving us together in love!

Your partner in Christ,

Pastor Erik

For as the rain and snow come down from heaven and do not return there until they have watered the earth,

making it bring forth and sprout, giving seed to the sower and bread to the eater, so shall my word be that

goes out from my mouth; it shall not return to me empty, but it shall accomplish that which I purpose,

and succeed in the thing for which I sent it.”

– Isaiah 55:10-11

Beloved of God,

The return of rain as autumn begins is greening up dormant grass and dusting off leaves, making the colors of fall shine all the brighter.  As I write, storm clouds outside my study window have parted long enough for a peekaboo sun to light up glistening leaves.  After five months of below average precipitation, the return of significant rainfall is a welcome sight—and something within me sighs in relief – Hallelujah!

Rain—the gift that keeps on giving in a cycle that has sustained life on Earth for millennia beyond number—is easy to take for granted during wet winter days.  But the lack of it sets off alarms within my Northwest psyche.  Thankfully, those alarms are being tamped down now as each new storm wave rolls through.

Bachalpsee, above Grindelwald

On one of my family’s favorite days last June, high above the Swiss town of Grindelwald, we were caught in a mountain squall at 7,100 feet.  As light showers morphed into a full-fledged downpour, the  mountain lodge we were visiting filled up with tourists seeking shelter.  We, on the other hand, smugly outfitted in raingear, remained outside under the building’s eaves, watching the heavy drops turn into hail.  A cup of hot chocolate later, it let up enough for us to begin our hike to Lake Bachalp, a 3.6 mile round trip.  But it wasn’t long before the rain resumed, leaving our boots, socks, and pants soaked to the bone.  Yet—and this was the best part—we treated it as high adventure; a thrilling experience to be savored rather than escaped from.

In the 55^th chapter of Isaiah (above), the lifegiving water cycle becomes a metaphor for God’s word; a testimony to God’s steadfast accompaniment and the long arc of God’s promises.  Depending on where rain or snow falls on a given landscape, its journey through the full water cycle may be measured in days, decades, or millennia.  So too, God’s voice finds purchase in our lives in varying ways on varying timelines.  When the Word became flesh in Jesus, that arc touched down as never before, uniting heaven and earth.  The arc of God’s word, like the falling rain, is still touching down, showering its blessing upon us as we gather each week to listen for God’s address to us and to respond with lives of faithful service.

As October begins we once again celebrate the life and legacy of St. Francis of Assisi.  Listening for the voice of God did not come naturally to Francis.  It only became possible after a series of experiences punctured a hole in his inflated aspirations, leaving him in a literal and spiritual prison as dry as dust.  Into that parched place God’s voice finally spoke to Francis in a way he was now able to receive it:  “FRANCIS,” the Voice said, “MY CHURCH IS FALLING INTO RUIN—REBUILD IT.”  This Voice of the Lord landed on Francis like a sudden squall, soaking him, refreshing him, and pointing him toward a new venture that brought renewal to the church of his time and still reverberates in our own.

When we gather for worship, when we come to Font and Table, we open ourselves to receive what is needed to sustain life. We enter into the Faith Cycle, which, like the Water Cycle, brings sustenance not only to ourselves but to all whose lives intersect with our own.  Let’s make this month a time for reconnecting with Living water!

With you on the Way,

Pastor Erik