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The Messenger - March 24, 2010 The Sound of Peace |
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First Presbyterian Church of San Pedro
March 24, 2010
The Messenger Table of Contents The Sound of Peace ![]() by Rev. Neal Neuenchwander
I don't know about you, but I've heard enough shouting lately. I've heard shouting from friends and relatives who hate the President's health plan and shouting from other folks who love it. I've heard shouting from those who say that lower tax revenues "rob" our school children, and shouting from those who think we pay too much tax already. I've also heard impassioned remarks about cell towers and suggestions to change some part of our sanctuary. In fairness, I need to say that most folks who speak with me do NOT shout. Most are very courteous, and some bring amazing insight with their words. I love folks like that. But sometimes, one or two screamers can start a headache that lasts all day. Thus, I'm really grateful that God moved Allan Petker to select the gentlest, peaceful, and restorative Requiem for Palm Sunday that I have heard in years. Most of you know that we have a long tradition of great music on Palm Sunday here at First Presbyterian Church. The content has varied tremendously from choral "masses" to medieval poems to stirring versions of great psalms. The sound has varied tremendously as well from wild exotic rhythms to brilliant, brassy sounds to lush orchestral strings. But this year, more than ever, we need the sound of solace, and we need the sound of peace. That's what this Sunday's music is about. Three of the five movements in Mack Wilberg's Requiem are based on ancient prayers, one is based upon a psalm, and one is based upon the unforgettable words of Christ: "I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me, though he die, yet shall he live. And he who lives and believes in me shall never die." After over two years of recession in the United State, our economy is still creaking, unemployment is still high, and at least 1/4 of mortgage holders owe more than their home is worth. It's no wonder some folks are shouting and no wonder they are upset. But even in these times--especially in these times--we may find hope. That's because we follow Him who said "come to me, all ye who are weak and heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am meek and humble of heart, and you will find rest for your souls." I may not know exactly what churns your spirit in this controversial time, but I know this Sunday morning's music holds many opportunities to reclaim God's rest. Thus, I hope you can attend, and I hope that you might bring at least one other person who needs to hear the sound of peace. Have a great week!
Below are two stories (by unknown writer) I'd like to share. They are a good reminder for all of us: to be more compassionate and to always remember those who serve. I hope you'll enjoy them as much as I do. During my second month of college, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions until I read the last one: "What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?" Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50's, but how would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade. "Absolutely," said the professor. "In your careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say "hello"." I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy. In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him. "How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked. "Fifty cents," replied the waitress. The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it. "Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired. By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient. "Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied. The little boy again counted his coins. "I'll have the plain ice cream," he said. The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down
the table. You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip. Have a blessed day! Related Links:
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