Rejoice Together – part 2

So that the sower and the reaper may rejoice together.Jesus of Nazareth, The Gospel of John

It has been my experience that the emphasis of this verse is on the “reaping”—the gleaning of the fruit, ​corresponding to the​ practice in​ ministry of looking for opportunities to “bring people to Christ”.* In my previous post​,​ I highlighted that “reaping” wasn’t the only activity mentioned by Jesus in this moment. In fact, he seemed to put reaping in its place alongside the need for sowing or other activities for proper farming – or spiritual growth.

The analogy that Jesus is drawing here relates to what is needed in the whole process of the spiritual journey to Jesus the Christ. In the last post I made my observation, in this one I want to ask several questions.

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Rejoice Together

Green Barley Field

“Look, I tell you, lift up your eyes, and see that the fields are white for harvest. Already the one who reaps is receiving wages and gathering fruit for eternal life, so that sower and reaper may rejoice together. For here the saying holds true, ‘One sows and another reaps.’ I sent you to reap that for which you did not labor. Others have labored, and you have entered into their labor.” Jesus of Nazareth, The Gospel of John

The primary grain staples of 1st Century AD Israel were barley and wheat – used to make bread – an important part of the Jewish gastronomical and spiritual culture. Commonly, in that region, the seeds were sown between the months of November and January, then tilled or hoed into the ground to allow to grow and to protect them from scavengers. Beginning about early April the barley fields would begin to be harvested which would last through May when at the end of that month the wheat harvest would be reaped. When first planted the ground would obviously be brown or clay in color, then as the plants grew to their largest size they would be green, and finally as they would ripe in the full sun their color would change to a light gold or cream color. Altogether about an eight-month period of time for both grains.

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15 years…

August 25, 2011 (rev 09-09-16)

I had always thought I’d get to the top of them…but it could wait, after all they would always be there.

The morning started like it normally did for me – reluctant to leave sleep but looking forward to seeing the students. Knowing that I was meeting Paul to collect materials to hand out at Pace University resonated in my mind as I slipped on my shoes and made my way to the subway.

The books, music CDs, info postcards, and special toys were all safely deposited in a self-storage building west of Times Square. Our plan was to meet at the self-storage place, load everything we needed in a taxi and take it down to Pace located three blocks from the World Trade Center. We would hand these materials out to incoming and returning students as we did every year before looking for ways to help students during their years in college…and to remind them also that there is a Jewish carpenter who loved them. So Paul and I met at 9AM.

The first sign for me of anything unusual that morning was the sound of emergency vehicles echoing off the buildings. Normally there wasn’t anything strange about this sound in Manhattan, after all there are a lot of people with needs in the City. But what was strange was seeing eleven vehicles pass hurriedly down 11th Ave, a brief red blur. I remember remarking aloud something like, “Must be something big” or “You don’t see that everyday” to a fellow pedestrian as we both paused to watch the passing vehicles rushing downtown…some for the final time.

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The making of a Christmas Card

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A few years ago Sarah’s friend, Audrey, purchased a small early 20th century hand letterpress that until recently was in storage. Since we live in a community of artists, someone is always interested in finding new ways to create unique pieces of art – artifacts that are pleasing to the eye.

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Spring into Summer update…

BEFORE

BEFORE

AFTER

Hello Friends and Family,

We just wanted to give you a quick update of what has been happening with us the last few months. This June marks 9 months we have lived in The Perch – our house. There has been a lot of work – both inside and out –  happening on it as we have enjoyed living here. This past April we designed, implemented and planted the first stage of our backyard gardens – an herb parterre. We ended up putting in some tomato and pepper plants as well  since we don’t have our vegetable garden started. Everything is thriving. After putting the parterre in we realized we wanted to get some water and electric lines run before we put in any more permanent aspects. Once the lines are completed, we will put down the pea gravel on the pathways.

We see this home as a blessing and want to share it with others in our life and work here in Rock Hill. So we see the design and construction of our backyard as just as important as anything we do inside. Artists – and any human being – love beauty in all its forms, and gardens are a huge part of that. We are trying to build a small reflection of the “Garden City” that awaits.

We continue to operate our habitual Friday Arts Project events – weekly discussion, drawing nite, etc. – and also plan larger ones. We have an art show in development of a body of work coming from our “drawing nite”; we are also planning a lecture series and our Fall November event with the local Historic “White Home” here in Rock Hill.

But before that we need to finish our summer which for us means traveling out to Colorado for our Biannual conference – most of July we will be on the road.

Thanks for your prayers and support – come see us and The Perch.

Kirk & Sarah

Micheal and us.

Micheal O'Siadhail Complete poems cover

The cover of Micheal O’Siadhail’s book Complete Poems. The Portrait is by Irish artist, Mick O’Dea.

He had heard of the word “selfie” but had never taken one. In his way, he stated this question, “I suppose it’s a photograph you take of yourself?” Moments later Sarah and I took a “selfie” with Irish poet, Micheal O’Siadhail. His very first.

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Dazzle Gradually opening remarks January 31st, 2014

Kirk on opening night of Dazzle Gradually, January 2014

Kirk on opening night of Dazzle Gradually, January 2014

These were my opening remarks at our Arts Forum, Dazzle Gradually: The allure of Poetic Truth-Bearing, on January 31st through February 1st, 2014. The video at the end is a short summary of what happened.

Tell all the truth but tell it slant,
Success in circuit lies,
Too bright for our infirm delight
The truth’s superb surprise;

As lightning to the children eased
With explanation kind,
The truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind.
Tell all the Truth by Emily Dickinson

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Gospel Neighboring Podcast

On Sundays, Hill City Church sets up their banner in the Gettys Center for people to see that they are in the right place.

On Sundays, Hill City Church sets up their banner for people to see that they are in the right place.

We have really benefited from being a part of a close community here in Rock Hill. The mission statement for our church is “Pursuing the Good, True, and Beautiful of Jesus for the flourishing of Rock Hill”. Last night in a membership class we talked about that mission statement and what our thoughts were about it. I said that I had never known of a church’s mission statement that included the word “beautiful” in it

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Some thoughts as we approach our 2014 Forum – Dazzle Gradually

Pontius Pilate presents the Christ.

Pontius Pilate presents the Christ.

Life seems to be a delicate balance between what we do and do not know—dialogues occur, rebounding between those two territories. Pride is carried like a hidden king, sometimes wielded like a two-edged sword or a self-deprecating whisper.

Like Pontius Pilate I ask, “What is Truth?” If it is universal and impersonal, then Truth is an avalanche, treating everything in it’s path the same. If it is merely personal—subject to the whims of each human on this planet—then Truth is still an avalanche; only it is a series of miniature ones constantly crashing into one another in a chaotic cacophony. If Truth is the former, nothing is personal and mercy is only a word and not a reality. If Truth is the latter everything is personal and justice is merely a word and not a reality. If it remains one or the other in our cultural heart, then pharmaceutical companies will continue to make money from psychotropic drugs as people look for ways to blunt the harshness of Truth’s split.

But True Truth is neither one, nor the other—and medicating it only delays the reckoning.

It seems contradictory for True Truth to be both transcendental and personal, but it is not. The only way for such magnificent values like Goodness, Beauty and Truth to carry their weight at such lofty and base levels is for both to be true.

Tell all the truth but tell it slant,
Success in circuit lies,
Too bright for our infirm delight
The truth’s superb surprise; 

As lightning to the children eased
With explanation kind,
The truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind.

“Tell all the truth” by Emily Dickinson

Peace,

Kirk & Sarah

1 year…

Reflection

 

The passion of a lover’s embrace,

brush of lips,

tingling skin.

 

The flash of light after a punch

in the nose,

iron in the throat.

 

A coat draped over shoulders

on a cold day,

a burst of warmth.

 

The quenched sigh after a thirsty glass

of water,

a moment of peace.

 

The scald sending a wet line down the cheek,

salt in the mouth,

the ear drum torn at the sound of despair.

 

The body’s slow receding to room temperature.

“There’s a warm spot here Stacey!”

the “goodbye” until the dead rise again.

 

E.G. Frank

 

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