Pastor Dennis & Jeri Hanson

Pastor Dennis & Jeri Hanson

Today’s Word from Pastor Jim…

Pastor Dennis Hanson was ordained on the 9th day of August, 1964. Topping the music charts in 1964: “I Want to Hold Your Hand” by the Beatles, Roy Orbison’s “Pretty Woman,” and The Animals’ hit “The House of the Rising Sun.”

The Summer of 1964, fresh out of Seminary, Pastor Dennis and his young bride, Jeri, would head off to White Fish, Montana for their first call. They would serve in White Fish from 1964 to 1976.

The biggest hits of 1976 were “Dancing Queen” by ABBA, “Bohemian Rhapsody” by Queen, and Chicago’s “If You Leave Me Now.” The Hanson family would leave White Fish after receiving a call to serve in Sandpoint, Idaho. For the next 19 years Pastor Dennis and Jeri would dedicate their lives to the people of Sandpoint.

In 1995, the big hits belonged to Coolio, Shaggy, and Take That. I would make a comment, but I have no idea who any of those artists are or what their songs were. The Puget Sound was calling in 1995 when Pastor Dennis and Jeri came to Anacortes Lutheran Church. For five years they would help a church in transition to position itself for a bright future. In the year 2000 the Hansons would retire from parish ministry and move to Whidbey Island to be closer to daughter, Karyn, and beloved grandchildren Charlie and Annika. Pastor Dennis would stay retired for less than a year.

In 2001, Pastor Dennis would join the staff at TLC as a Teaching and Visitation Pastor. For the past 20 years he has served us, regaled us with Sven and Ole jokes, prayed with us, preached, taught, and sang in the choir. Pastor Dennis has faithfully visited shut-ins, nursing homes, and hospitals.

Now, after 57 years of ministry, Pastor Dennis has decided to retire once again. His tenure at TLC is the second longest in our history and it was his final call and the longest in his distinguished career. We give thanks to God for Pastor Dennis and Jeri Hanson. They have lived and loved among us, they have taught us so much, and they care for us so deeply.

They will continue to live on Whidbey Island and worship at TLC.

The Church Council and the entire staff would like to invite you all to help us celebrate Pastor Dennis and Jeri on Sunday morning, July 25th at both worship services and at festive coffee hours. You may bring cards of appreciation that day or send them to TLC, P.O. Box 97, Freeland, Washington.

Celebrating 57 years of faithful service!

Thanks Pastor Dennis and Jeri!

Pastor Jim

This Sunday at Trinity

This Sunday at Trinity

Tee Shirt Sunday & Holy Communion

This Sunday and every Sunday, come and worship dressed as you are. There are no dress codes at TLC, and all are welcome.

If you have a Trinity tee shirt, slip it on. If not, find your favorite funny, happy, or school colors tee shirt and join the parade of fashion. We would ask that you do not wear political or offensive designs.

We will joyfully resume the celebration of Holy Communion this Sunday at 8:00 and 10:00 a.m. We will be using individual little glasses to provide added safety – though there is no evidence that Covid-19 moves on surfaces.

As always, each worshiper should determine their own level of comfort and self-select participation as they deem prudent.

I look forward to seeing you this Sunday, June 27, for our first gathered celebration of Holy Communion since March of 2020!

Keep smiling and get out that tee shirt!
Pastor Jim

Pike’s Peak

Pike’s Peak

Today’s Word from Karl Olsen…

When an English professor, poet and writer finished spring classes at Wellesley College in Massachusetts in 1893, she headed west on a train, seeing sights including the Columbian Exposition in Chicago, the plains of Kansas and the Rocky Mountains in Colorado. Katharine Lee Bates was recovering from a period of suicidal depression, and took a break to visit Pike’s Peak while teaching a summer class at Colorado College.

The brand-new railway to the top of Pike’s Peak had broken down (you know, technology!), so her little group hired a prairie wagon, and then hiked the final distance the horses and wagon were unable to scale. Seeing the view of the Rockies from Pike’s Peak, Bates recalls, “It was then and there, as I was looking out over the sea-like expanse of fertile country spreading away so far under those ample skies, that the opening lines of the hymn floated into my mind. When we left Colorado Springs the four stanzas were penciled in my notebook…”

The lyrics to Pike’s Peak stayed hidden in her notebook until she rediscovered them and sent them to the magazine The Congregationalist, where they first appeared in print July 4, 1895. The lyrics (not quite what we know today) were a hit and several tunes were written for them. Surprised by its popularity, in 1904 she rewrote it, “trying to make the phraseology more simple and direct.” She added the word “beautiful” to a stanza, and the title we now know came to be!

The tune from Samuel Ward’s hymn Materna became the favorite melody, and remains the one we sing almost exclusively today. Bates commented “that the hymn has gained…such a hold…is clearly due to the fact that Americans are at heart idealists, with a fundamental faith in human brotherhood.”

Growing up, Bates’ father died when she was very young and her mother raised four children, relying on the community around her. She said her community of Falmouth “practiced a kind of neighborly socialism,” everyone looking out for one another. She acquired a life-long interest in equity and the common good.

With the exception of that one summer in Colorado, Bates remained in Massachusetts, teaching English at Wellesley for 45 years. She lived with her life partner and activist Katharine Coman, and the two were very active in social reform activities, working on labor issues and immigrant settlement rights

She appreciated all the wonders that had been wrought in this land—“thine alabaster cities”—and its natural beauty, always recognizing the gifts and trials of the first people here, the perils of thoughtless consumption and growth, and the need to always be humble in our quest for the future. A podcast about Bates notes that America the Beautiful is not a national song in the triumphalist sense, but rather an aspirational hymn, celebrating the struggles of the past while asking God to “mend [our] every flaw” and “confirm [our] soul in self-control,” as we strive to live up to our lofty ideals of equality and our unfinished promise of freedom for all. We’ll carry on, with God’s grace.

Click Here to listen to an attempt to render this poem using four different tunes (as they did when the poem first appeared). One, Samuel Ward’s hymn tune, one in a different meter (in three…), one in a minor key, and one in yet another, different, major key. I promise, I’ll never ask you to sing it like this in church!

Blessings! Keep cool!
Karl

A Simple Golden Band

A Simple Golden Band

Today’s Word from Pastor Jim…

It was a simple golden band, safely nestled in the palm of my hand, waiting to be placed by a young bride on the ring finger of the man that she had chosen to spend her life with. This simple golden band had been resting silently in a dresser drawer for the past 39 years; telling no stories, no real purpose except to evoke occasional memories when someone happened upon it. It was a family heirloom, unused but not quite forgotten. The bride and groom would walk down the center aisle for the first time this day, but this ring had been down the aisle before.

On October 8, 1934, the simple golden band was flawless and new. It had not yet been weathered by days of labor, sleepless nights, the winds of change, and the decay of the human body. The band was shiny then, and on the inside the jeweler had carefully engraved words of devotion.

I looked down at the ring and begged it to speak: to come to life again, to recall the trials of the Great Depression, the uncertain years of World War 2, the joyful birth stories of children, anxious times when mortgages could not be paid, tearful scenes at graveside.

If that ring could talk, what a story it would have. For 48 years the ring was a symbol of love and commitment, until death parted the elderly lovers in 1982. It was then that the ring was relegated to dark obscurity, never to see the light of day, the carefully engraved letters no longer legible.

The ring now rested in the palm of my hand. The young man who had just exchanged vows was also honoring the love of his great-grandparents, the ring that graced the hand of a man that he had never met. A simple golden band was placed on his finger as the newly married began the journey of life together.

The ring came to life last Saturday, and so did the promise of long forgotten vows and a now faded engraving. It was beautiful and ominous at the same time, “Until death do us part.”

Pastor Jim

Promises for Life

Promises for Life

Today’s Word from Pastor Jim…

What do you know when you make promises for life at the age of 22? What does better, worse, richer, poorer, in sickness and in health mean when you are 20 years old? This promise to love someone and live with someone for 60 or more years is a little irrational. This marathon of sharing the seasons of life is the most challenging of all human endeavors. It is no wonder, that often, the marriages do not last. There is no guarantee, even if there is great love and admiration, that two people can weather the storms of decades of living together.

Everything changes in those 60 years. Hairlines and waistlines, careers come and go, homes are bought and sold, children are born and move away, grandchildren bring the gift of youth to you again just as your bodies are feeling the strain of advancing years. Better, worse, richer, poorer, in sickness and in health, bad moods and good moods, after 50 years couples have pretty much seen it all.

This month we are joining many in our parish who are celebrating milestone anniversaries. They stand among us as role models, their love and persistence have given them reason to celebrate.

On June 29, 1968 Toni and Steve Schinnerer were married at Holy Cross Lutheran Church in Cerritos, California.

On June 30th 1961 Jane and Ed Merlino were married at Assumption Catholic Church in Seattle, Washington.

On June 18, 1966 Lynne and Herb Hossfeld were married at Luther Memorial in Portland, Oregon.

Lovely wedding photos! Thanks for sharing and thanks for being a part of the TLC Family. Let’s celebrate again next year.

Pastor Jim

We’ll Understand it All By & By

We’ll Understand it All By & By

Today’s Word from Trinity Keyboardist Sheila Weidendorf…

Farther Along is a very popular southern gospel song, covered by everyone from Ike Turner to The Byrds to Willie Nelson to Johnny Cash and Dolly Parton, Linda Ronstadt, and Emmylou Harris on their 1987 album entitled, “Trio.” The most recent recording I found on YouTube was by the family ensemble, The Petersens, in May of last year.

We do not know conclusively just who actually penned this hymn. The first known print version of the song was in the volume, “Select Hymns for Christian Worship and General Gospel Service,” compiled and edited by Barney E. Warren and published in 1911. It appeared in print again in 1916 in the “Harmonic Chimes Songbook” published in Tennessee. Here the song was attributed to the Holiness preacher, W.B. Stevens who it is surmised authored the lyrics while struggling with the death of his son. (Stevens actually outlived all six of his children.)

Farther Along appeared again in 1921 in a volume called “Eureka Sacred Carols” and here is attributed to the Free Will Baptist preacher, the Reverend W.E. Lindsay, about whom very little is known. As it happens, Lindsay is the only “contender” for authorship who does not have a contemporary descendent defending the claim!

The song appears once more in the 1937 Stamps-Baxter Music Company’s “Starlight Crown” collection, with a new musical arrangement by the publisher—J.R. Baxter—and noted, “As sung by the Burnette Sisters.” Subsequent Stamps-Baxter publications credit the Rev. Stevens with authorship. Fast-forward to 2008, when Wikipedia user James Greer writes an alternative history for Farther Along, claiming his itinerant preacher grandfather, W.A. Fletcher penned the hymn while preaching in “Indian Country” and thus missing the birth of his first-born.

Finally, yet another preacher—Church of the Nazarene minister W.P. Lay ALSO claimed authorship and it is he noted as the responsible party in the 1960s publication “Sing Out!”—specifically on the version of Farther Along sung by Pete Seeger. There seems to be some merit to this claim, in as much as a 1932 copywriter notation in a “Musical Compositions” citing indeed lists W. P. Lay as the author. Perhaps we’ll never know conclusively.

In any case, we DO know that Farther Along was a tremendously popular gospel song that has persisted. The song is, in a way, a lament—a “why do bad things happen to good people” sort of song. Also, a “why do good things happen to bad people” sort of song. It’s a song that maybe says what lots of us occasionally think— “Hey! I’m doing all the right things. Why am I suffering?” And “Hey! Look at that person NOT using their powers for good—why are they rewarded while I am here struggling?!?”

Of course, we should perhaps know better than to compare our experience with anyone else’s. Comparisons are, in a way, a kind of violence. First, in moving from observing external data to judging another’s personhood and their relative “deserving” of reward, we put ourselves in the undependable position of judge and jury. Such judgements perhaps also imply envy or maybe an elevated assessment of what we “should” be having. Second, comparison tends to reduce the compared to the objectified—which is the violence.

Be that as it may, there’s also something in this song that’s more than the Theory of Just Desserts! It’s a very human thing to suffer, and to not understand the why of it. Sometimes life is just really, really hard. Sometimes we experience or witness grievous, senseless loss—times when “Don’t worry, be happy!” just isn’t a perceivable option. Indeed, the world we have created is full of senseless loss, violence, unimaginable yet very real suffering. In our limited human existence, perhaps we can’t always know or understand the Why and Wherefore of it all. In the religious world view that sparked this gospel song— “now” might not be the time for knowing. But someday, in that other world “up yonder” when God reveals His glory, we’ll understand it all, by and by.

Now I’m not big on “pie in the sky” theology. But I AM big on the idea of surrender as a spiritual practice. In my own experience, I can say for certain that I do not always understand the why of things when life gets hard, in those between-a-rock-and-a-hard-place moments. It’s altogether too easy to cast blame and aspersions—even upon ourselves—when we feel bad. It’s too easy to feel unworthy of love and care and support—even of God’s love—when things aren’t how we think they should be.

So where perceiving, understanding, knowing seem unavailable—sometimes all we can do is surrender. Perhaps the first surrender is to the fact of our suffering. Without thinking ourselves to death, we can lean into whatever it is we are experiencing. This kind of surrender is perhaps an acceptance that, yep—this hurts. In that holy acceptance perhaps lies the seed of faith that the current situation is—like everything else on the human plane—temporary, transient. The current suffering isn’t the final word. Such a surrender, such a yielding can pave the way to a rather divine acceptance that mountains and valleys are part of the same terrain and we are gifted with both (And surrender is NOT the same thing as resignation—which is perhaps the opposite of faith!).

So maybe we can interpret the lyrics of Farther Along with the lens of “Now I experience and live through my heart, whether in joy or sorrow and allow understanding to be revealed in good time.” I must admit I have a soft spot for “Old Tyme Music” and have been partial to this song since I first heard it as a child. (AND it lets me unleash my inner country music twang….) Enjoy!

Farther Along

Tempted and tried we’re oft made to wonder
Why it should be thus, all the day long
While there are others, living about us
Never molested though in the wrong.

Faithful til death said our loving Master
A few more days to labor and wait
Toils of the road will then seem as nothing
As we sweep through the beautiful gate

When we see Jesus coming in glory
When he comes down from his home in the sky
Then we shall meet him in that bright mansion
We’ll understand it all by and by.

Farther along we’ll know all about it
Farther along we’ll understand why
Cheer up my brother live in the sunshine
We’ll understand it all by and by.

Click HERE to listen to my version of this song.
Sheila Weidendorf, Trinity Keyboardist