Let All Things Now Living

Let All Things Now Living

Today’s Word from Karl Olsen…

“Let All Things Now Living”
by Katherine K. Davis,

Let all things now living
a song of thanksgiving
to God the Creator triumphantly raise,
who fashioned and made us,
protected and stayed us,
who guides us and leads to the end of our days.
God’s banners fly o’er us;
God’s light goes before us,
a pillar of fire shining forth in the night,
till shadows have vanished
and darkness is banished,
as forward we travel from light into light.

The text of Let All Things Now Living by Katherine Kennicott Davis (1892-1980) calls forth prayers of thanksgiving for all creation. This song beautifully merges God’s creative work, and protective guidance of all, and our response of trust and thanksgiving. She wrote the stanza above perhaps in the 1920s, to fit the lilting, traditional Welsh melody, Llwyn Onn, best known as the setting for John Oxenford’s The Ash Grove, a mourning love song from a sailor to his beloved. Like many folk tunes, the music is singable and familiar to many.

The hymn started out as a four-part choral anthem with descant. It was first published in 1939 under the pseudonym John Cowley. Davis often used a pseudonym, as was the case when she wrote the popular Christmas song The Little Drummer Boy. A side note about The Little Drummer Boy–originally known as Carol of the Drum, it was recorded first by the Von Trapp Family singers, then by the Harry Simeone Chorale. For that song, Davis’ pseudonym was C.R.W. Robinson.

Female writers and composers for centuries (and still today) have used male pseudonyms for a variety of reasons, usually to reach wider audiences, often biased against female creators. See Georges Sand, Isak Dinesen, George Eliot and Robert Galbraith, for instance. Harry Simeone and Henry Onorati received joint composition credits for Katherine’s song, despite doing nothing but adding finger cymbals to the recording!

Katherine Davis was born in St. Joseph, Missouri. Following high school, she studied at Wellesley College, and the New England Conservatory of Music. She won the Billings Prize for Composition, named after the early American composer, William Billings. She eventually returned to Wellesley College, and studied in Paris for a time with the famous composition teacher and conductor Nadia Boulanger.

She taught music at the high school and college level, and after experiencing some health issues, she left teaching and focused her efforts on composing, creating hundreds of vocal and instrumental compositions, operas, and cantatas.

Let All Things Now Living is a Thanksgiving favorite. The image of God going ever before us, as in the line echoing the Exodus— “a pillar of fire shining forth in the night,”—and a hope for the future in the final line of the first stanza – “as forward we travel from light into light” – reflect thanks for what has been and a hope for what is to come.

The second stanza reflects on the natural created order, “stars,” “sun,” “hills and mountains, the rivers and fountains,” and “ocean.” God upholds heaven and earth and all creatures, such that in fruitful and lean years, prosperity and poverty—all things come from God and nothing can separate us from God’s love. All creation joins with humanity to raise a song of “glad adoration” to God.

Many of Davis’ works were for church settings. Raised as a Congregationalist, then connecting with Christian Science, she became an Episcopalian for the remainder of her life. After her passing, her will stipulated that the royalties and fees from her compositions go to the Wellesley College Music Department. Let All Things Now Living is a treasured addition to many current hymnals. Thanks, Katherine! Here’s one more version!

Happy Thanksgiving!
Karl

Katherine K. Davis; © 1939, 1966 E. C. Schirmer Music Co.
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Finding Sunshine

Finding Sunshine

Today’s Word from Deacon Amy…

The windstorm that struck our beautiful island early this week was incredible! I’m sure this is one that future generations will grow tired of hearing about. We’ll all have remarkable stories about the weather that we’ve experienced this week.

We have just such a story to share from our little farm: My daughters both arrived home early from school and we were all sitting in the living room when we heard the unmistakable crack and boom of a tree coming down. We donned our boots and jackets and headed outside to investigate.

It didn’t take us long to spot the beautiful madrona tree that had crashed to the ground. Its sprawling branches, once waving cheerfully in the sky, now spread across our lower goat field. The mighty roots that had kept this magnificent tree solidly grounded for many decades were pulled from the earth, lying in a tangled heap in the pig pen.

The branches in the goat field – the roots in the pig pen – the trunk on the fence in between. Oh, no. As we examined the damage, we could hear several other branches and trees cracking and falling all around us. Seeing that the gap between the fields was fairly well covered with debris, we decided to play it safe by quickly feeding and securing all of the animals, and heading back inside ourselves.

The next day, a wonderful friend offered to help with the project. We headed down to survey the damage. That’s when I realized that, perhaps, I needed to change my attitude about this disaster. You see, when we turned the corner behind the barn, ready to see the gnarly mass of destruction that was the roots of the madrona, I spotted our pigs, all cuddled safe and snug at the base of the root mass. They were enjoying an afternoon nap in the sunshine, with the roots of the tree acting as a lovely backstop. They had taken this devastating catastrophe and turned it into something lovely. They were not appalled at the damage or destruction – they were pleased with their new resting place.

We all paused to smile at the happy pigs, then headed into the goat field to begin our work. My friend had brought his trusty chainsaw with him and made quick work of removing the rather large obstacle from our fence. He sliced off branches and divided the trunk into sections. In no time at all, the fence was clear!

My daughters and I patched the fence and repaired the wire. All the while, the pigs and goats happily explored the pile of branches and twigs, munching on leaves as they went. They were all quite pleased with the turn of events – they have entertainment and snacks for days!

So, once again, my animals have reminded me to focus on the good things in life. They have reminded me of the old adage about making lemons into lemonade – only this time they made resting places, adventures, games, and tasty treats out of a fallen madrona. They found the sunshine when I was still stuck in the storm.

Keep looking for the good things, friends. The sun is shining somewhere.

Oh – and a big thank you to my friend, Karl, for helping us get the tree off of the fence!

Deacon Amy

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The Lovely Dark

The Lovely Dark

Today’s Word from Karl Olsen…

It’s amazing how many timers and clocks we have in our lives. This past weekend when we “fell back,” I’m sure I set nearly 10 different devices around our house, from thermostats to light timers, to clocks. All in the effort to avoid the ever-increasing “dark” in this season.

As I was talking with Bill Anderson after church the next morning, I asked if he’d managed to change all the church light timers, something he’s done for many years. Yes, was the answer, and he gave the disclaimer that the timers may still seem off for a while, as we lose nearly five minutes of light every day at this time of year, somewhat less a bit later on. I have noticed that detail for a long time, but never asked why.

Which led me to ask why—to avoid plagiarism, I’ll just give little snippets of info from various sources and say “the internet” says the rate of time change in the fall is greatest about now. It gradually lessens until we reach the winter solstice in December.

In elementary school, we learned that the earth is tilted on its axis at 23.5 degrees. And as we roll around the sun, depending on how far you are from the equator, your daylight changes different amounts and at greater or lesser rates of speed. Apparently, if you plot the number of hours of daylight during the year and the rate of change, it looks almost like a sine function. Trigonometry, you know. Not one of my strong suits. At that point, I decided to leave the rest to more acute scientific minds than mine.

Now, it is well known that subjectively, time passes faster as we age. Not the clock, just how we perceive it. One professor, Adrian Bejan, thinks that our neural signal processing becomes more complex as we age and the rate of transfer slows down over the years, so as we look at the passage of events, they just don’t get through the brain as fast any more—they just don’t compute… not right away, anyway! This guy also says we may have a little garbage on our nerves from our past experiences that make the current input move a little slower! That can’t be true, can it?

But I digress. Back to the dark. There’s a lot of it these days. Lots of folks don’t like it much… but in the Genesis story, it says that God created light and called it Day, and God called the darkness Night. No mention of the light being “good” or the darkness “bad.” There is so much that is necessary and so much good in the dark. And as the old saying goes, dark is God’s creation, and God don’t create no junk!

Deb and I spent some time with friends in Nome, Alaska. Just below the Arctic circle, we were there in Nome once in the late spring, heading toward the summer solstice. It was quite amazing to see the sun go down for only about two or three hours each day, and even then, just below the horizon, so the light never actually left, it just dimmed. I rather missed the actual dark!

In our culture, and many cultures, darkness has often been associated with bad things, and there can be scary things in the dark… just not the dark itself! Bret Hesla, composer of the song we sing at TLC, A Dazzling Bouquet, in 1994 said of another song he wrote, Softly, Softly the Evening Falls,
“We need to stop demonizing the dark. In too many of our songs and language we use the worn-out metaphors of ‘day is good and night is bad’, or ‘God is light, evil is dark’ etc.” Later he said “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that it’s still so true. I wrote this song to celebrate the sacred goodness of the dark, and the healing that happens in the night.”

In this song, which can be found in the book Global Songs, Local Voices, Bret uses many images that bring awareness to the beauty and wonder of the night. He uses some original music and lots of fragments of a favorite old Norwegian folk tune—from a place where they know a little something about dark in the winter months!

So, Bill and I have set our timers, and the lights are coming on with the onset of night. God has set a somewhat more awesome timer. As we encounter our darknesses, literal and more figurative, embrace what is good, light a candle or a bonfire and hang on to God’s promise of light, in fact, the Light of the world!

Blessings! Click HERE to enjoy my version of Bret’s wonderful hymn.
Karl

Words and music by Bret Hesla. Tune based in part on Norwegian American folk tune, Kan du glemme gamle Norge. © 1992 Bret Hesla. All rights reserved. Use with permission, OneLicense.net #A706892.
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Focus, People, Focus!

Focus, People, Focus!

Today’s Word from Pastor Tom…

By the time you read this, Brenda and I will have experienced the Andrea Bocelli concert at the completely remade Key Arena, now known as Climate Pledge Arena. The last time I was in that arena it was to watch the Seattle Sonics go down in defeat to the Houston Rockets. It was game seven of the 1997 NBA playoffs. Ten years later the Sonics were absconded by some Oklahoma zillionaire and the Seattle Sonics were no more. Faithful basketball fans are hoping the new arena will be enough to raise up a new iteration of the SuperSonics. So, I am looking forward to experiencing the ambience of the new arena.

Okay, now what was this about? Oh yeah, the Andrea Bocelli concert.

I guess the Sonics and Key Arena was a bit of a sidebar. Ha! Imagine that, I got lost in a tangent about a refurbished building and a lost basketball team and forgot about the point of my little share – I get to experience one of the greatest, most amazing talents of our age. Shoot! Isn’t that how life goes?

Examples abound…

You get married to the love of your life, prepared to honor your vows with joy “as two shall become one” and before you know it, you’re arguing over who is supposed to empty the dishwasher. Keeping score becomes a marriage dance. It all becomes a win-lose proposition. So much for marriage intimacy.

Committed we are to live a healthier lifestyle and to eat our way into better health numbers. Before we know it, though, a bag of Oreos shows up in our shopping cart and the demands of our hurried lifestyle excuse our decisions, as choosing to no longer supersize the fries has now become the standard for discipline.

You get the idea. We all know how it happens. Preparing to go to the concert of the year (of my life?) featuring one of the world’s greatest musical talents and I’m thinking of a building (it wasn’t great) and a basketball team (they were good). Yet, Andrea Bocelli will undoubtedly be utterly amazing.

I offer this to you as a cautionary tale about the living out of our Christian faith. Jesus gave only one command to his disciples, just one: “Follow me.” Follow Jesus in word and example. Follow Jesus in how you believe Jesus would ask you to respond to those who disagree with you. Follow Jesus with regard to responding to those who are so intent on twisting Christianity to accommodate some political ideology. Follow Jesus when you make decisions affecting the poor whom Jesus loved. Follow Jesus with the hundreds of small decisions you make daily. The list can go on but everything else is adiaphora (fancy theological word which means “of little significance.”)

Okay, that’s it. I kept it to one page, brevity is not one of my strongest gifts. I’ll fill you in on the concert later… (it’ll be wowzer amazing!)

Thanks for your loving support as together we serve in Pastor Jim’s absence,

Pastor Tom

Misplaced

Misplaced

Today’s Word from Deacon Amy

“For the Son of Man came to seek out and to save the lost.” Luke 19:10

Have you ever been lost? Or maybe even just misplaced – like you know where you should be, but you’re not quite sure how to get there? It’s really not a good feeling.

When we came home late last Saturday night, we headed out to feed the animals in the dark. My daughter was walking toward the goat field while I wandered toward the pig shed. As my light swept across the gravel driveway I called out, “Oh! Pig!” My 13-year-old called out in a very teenager-ish tone (I’m sure you can imagine) “Yeah, Mom, we have pigs!” All my scattered brain could think to call back was, “No! Pig! Here!”

You see, one of our young pigs – somewhere around 120 pounds now – had managed to pull a section of the fencing up and squeeze himself right out. They seem to have a magical knack for knowing when the electric fence isn’t working. Luckily, his mother and brother had stayed put in their field.

I’ve heard several horrible (and sometimes hilarious) stories about people trying to round up pigs that had gotten out. A friend told me that while she was at a family Thanksgiving dinner, all of her neighbors had spent the evening corralling her wayward hogs. How embarrassing.

This little guy, however, was nearly panicked with worry, wondering how he had become separated from his family. As soon as he saw me, he came running up with a “help me!” look on his face. I was frantically thinking through the materials that I had on hand and the steps that we might be able to take to chase him back into the field.

Then I looked down and realized that all he wanted was to be back where he belonged. I scratched him behind the ears, and walked to the gate. Amazingly, he followed right behind, and through the gate where he was happily reunited with his family. I fed them all dinner, but he went into the stall to take a nap instead. I think he must have been out for a while before we got home!

We’ve all felt misplaced at times, I’m sure. Sometimes we know where we want to be; at other times, we’re kind of wandering around, waiting for someone or something to tell us where to go.

Good thing there is always someone watching out for us, ready to open the gate and send us home where we belong.

“I will seek the lost, and I will bring back the strayed, and I will bind up the injured, and I will strengthen the weak.” Ezekiel 34:16

Much love,
Deacon Amy

Don’t worry – I fixed the electric fence!

When Life Gives You Green Tomatoes…

When Life Gives You Green Tomatoes…

Today’s Word from Laura Canby…

I enjoy harvesting veggies from my garden this time of year — a reward to labors during spring and summer. Usually, I have buckets of various red tomatoes: plum, Roma, heirloom, cherry tomatoes, beefsteak, etc.  We enjoy them in salads, sandwiches, and then I can the surplus in the form of homemade tomato sauce.

This year I had the usual volume of tomatoes, but except for the yellow Sungold cherry tomatoes, they were almost all still green. With dropping temps and heavy rain, they needed to be picked that way. I have discovered that green tomatoes are the new zucchinis of the garden– you can’t give them away because everyone has a surplus of their own. I still had buckets and buckets of them.

I couldn’t help thinking that a harvest of unripe tomatoes is like the proverbial ‘when life giving you lemons…’ adage, which advises to make the best of what you have.

I expected red tomatoes. I got green ones. After some YouTube research on what to make with them, I decided to make salsa verde (green salsa).

Eight hours later, and with a sore wrist from chopping, I had quarts and pints of salsa verde sauce to use over the winter and to gift to family and friends.

Was it exactly what I had hoped for when I planted the tomatoes? No.  But there is satisfaction in the ability to pivot and to be creative and find enjoyment in trying something new and unexpected. And I’m actually beginning to like the taste of salsa verde.

Laura Canby