<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36658922</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 12 Feb 2009 15:16:15 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Gracenotes</title><description>A biweekly blog from the Andover Newton Faculty</description><link>http://www.ants.edu/blogs/faculty-blog/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Andover Newton News)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36658922.post-3538848122647255057</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Feb 2009 14:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-12T10:16:15.509-05:00</atom:updated><title>“Come, O Spirit, Holy Longing”</title><atom:summary type='text'>Come, O Spirit,  holy longing    in our work and in our  play,
In our silences  and singing   where we learn how best to  pray.
Stir simplicity  within us,   from our doubts and fears  release;
Lure us in your web  of justice,   lead us forth into your  peace. For  these waters which anoint us   in our  death as in our life,
We give  thanks and ask for courage    to endure  the pain and strife.
O</atom:summary><link>http://www.ants.edu/blogs/faculty-blog/2009/02/o-spirit-holy-longing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andover Newton News)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36658922.post-9186414061579428812</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Nov 2008 17:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-05T12:49:15.691-05:00</atom:updated><title>IN PRAISE OF CONTEMPLATION</title><atom:summary type='text'>We have not always closed our eyes to pray.

    Why do we, anyway?  Is it because we assume that prayer involves deference – and thus, we “bow our heads” and close our eyes?  Hard to say.  But the practice of closed-eye praying is a relatively recent innovation in the long history of Christian devotional practices.  Do we imagine that the One to whom we address our prayers hides in the darkness?</atom:summary><link>http://www.ants.edu/blogs/faculty-blog/2008/11/in-praise-of-contemplation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andover Newton News)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36658922.post-6315640608504295030</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Aug 2008 20:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-29T16:57:33.916-04:00</atom:updated><title>Sacred Time: Sacred Mind Journeys of Spirit</title><atom:summary type='text'>Sacred Time: Sacred Mind Journeys of Spirit

An exhibit of paintings by Robert M. Sarly
at Andover Newton Theological School
in the Wilson Chapel and the Meetinghouse Gallery

2 September – 31 December 2008

The difficulty of paintings, Plato once lamented, was that they “stand like living beings, but if one asks them a question, they preserve a solemn silence.”  Of course, the philosopher was </atom:summary><link>http://www.ants.edu/blogs/faculty-blog/2008/08/sacred-time-sacred-mind-journeys-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andover Newton News)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36658922.post-7496117785702512125</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Aug 2008 21:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-11T14:12:26.349-04:00</atom:updated><title>Café L’Aroma, Boston</title><atom:summary type='text'>Some days I wonder 
when and where they’ll happen, 
the epiphanies.
One August morning
I found myself leaning into 
a book that wanted to tell me 
why poetry matters –
how it makes visible 
truths we can’t see, 
and sings us beyond 
the long et cetera of small virtues.
I knew all this, but was still 
strangely glad in the reading.
And then I noticed them:
a family of sparrows 
all brown and </atom:summary><link>http://www.ants.edu/blogs/faculty-blog/2008/08/caf-laroma-boston.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andover Newton News)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36658922.post-4304052245298173466</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Jul 2008 15:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-28T11:18:24.075-04:00</atom:updated><title>Quo vadis?</title><atom:summary type='text'>There is something in us that doesn’t like to be lost.  We want to know where we are and, when we’ve wandered from the proverbial straight and narrow path, how to find our way home again.  Becoming disoriented not only confuses us; it scares us.  At such times we wonder if anything good can come of such experiences.  The Bible seems to agree, telling a story of the "fall" – which I like to </atom:summary><link>http://www.ants.edu/blogs/faculty-blog/2008/07/quo-vadis.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andover Newton News)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36658922.post-8773990649562411415</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jun 2008 20:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-16T16:22:38.162-04:00</atom:updated><title>Reviving and Surviving Election Day Sermons</title><atom:summary type='text'>Election Day sermons represent a venerable but long extinct New England tradition.  What are they, and might we dare to preach them today?  And, if so, how might ministers do this – and still keep their jobs?  In their day – and this stretched from the early colonial period through the later 19th century in Massachusetts – such sermons depended on assumptions that no longer make much sense to us.</atom:summary><link>http://www.ants.edu/blogs/faculty-blog/2008/06/reviving-and-surviving-election-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andover Newton News)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36658922.post-7272822554681144206</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jun 2008 17:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-03T13:55:45.957-04:00</atom:updated><title>The Wisdom of Ants</title><atom:summary type='text'>In my ongoing reading adventures with the five-year-olds at Old South Church, we found ourselves this week thinking our way into the tiny world of ants.  They’d just been to the Franklin Park Zoo, where they delighted in the big animals – “lions and tigers and bears – oh my!”  To find our way into the ants’ lives, and the story I’d chosen for the week, we tried together to imagine what it would </atom:summary><link>http://www.ants.edu/blogs/faculty-blog/2008/06/wisdom-of-ants.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andover Newton News)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36658922.post-6831037732510679451</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 May 2008 22:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-20T18:03:25.242-04:00</atom:updated><title>Fears that Bind and Blind</title><atom:summary type='text'>Each week during this sabbatical year, I’ve led the “Friday story circle,” reading a picture book with the five-year-olds at Old South Church’s preschool.  They are a group still articulate with wonder, and vulnerable to the unexpected, unclear about the boundaries we finally learn as we negotiate adolescence between the imagined and the real.  They want to know, every week, if the stories “</atom:summary><link>http://www.ants.edu/blogs/faculty-blog/2008/05/fears-that-bind-and-blind.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andover Newton News)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36658922.post-5597326609011314262</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 May 2008 16:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-12T12:20:09.034-04:00</atom:updated><title>Disorientation and Hospitality</title><atom:summary type='text'>There is something in us that doesn’t like to be lost.  We want to know where we are, and how we can get “home” again.  We’re afraid when we get disoriented, which in its literal root means:  “un-east-ed,” confused about the oriens or “rising sun.”  Can anything good come of such experiences?  We all remember times when we were lost, and I mean really lost.  Where we lost our bearings, and couldn</atom:summary><link>http://www.ants.edu/blogs/faculty-blog/2008/05/disorientation-and-hospitality.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andover Newton News)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36658922.post-3002205118423411694</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 May 2008 13:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-05T10:00:22.550-04:00</atom:updated><title>The Place Where the Spirit Erupts</title><atom:summary type='text'>"The call of beauty – of the sort of beauty that grips our sight to the point of sometimes closing our eyes shut – summons our voice to speak, that it may be heard within our voice as a call and therefore actually be seen.  This voice, our own, the human voice where we listen forever to what beckons to us, is the very place where Spirit erupts into the world."        
Jean-Louis Chrétien, The </atom:summary><link>http://www.ants.edu/blogs/faculty-blog/2008/05/place-where-spirit-erupts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andover Newton News)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36658922.post-1636931912017060465</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2008 17:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-28T13:38:25.963-04:00</atom:updated><title>Solitude and Revolution</title><atom:summary type='text'> “No matter where in the world he may be, no matter what may be his power of protest, or his means of expression, the poet finds himself ultimately where I am.  Alone, silent, with the obligation of being very careful not to say what he does not mean, not to let himself be persuaded to say merely what another wants him to say, not to say what his own past work has led others to expect him to say.</atom:summary><link>http://www.ants.edu/blogs/faculty-blog/2008/04/solitude-and-revolution.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andover Newton News)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36658922.post-8895687634919585228</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Apr 2008 15:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-07T11:16:52.135-04:00</atom:updated><title>Right Prophets and Wrong</title><atom:summary type='text'>What a strange twist in this year’s celebration of political carnival.  Now that a Democrat has emerged as a front-runner who is a person of passionate faith, evangelical in fervor and progressive in vision, it seems he isn’t quite right after all.  Not for what he believes (or doesn’t), but for what his pastor, the Rev. Jeremiah Wright, said in a sermon.  If you missed hearing about this, you’re</atom:summary><link>http://www.ants.edu/blogs/faculty-blog/2008/04/right-prophets-and-wrong.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andover Newton News)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36658922.post-5358241958254174573</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Mar 2008 19:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-30T15:06:29.387-04:00</atom:updated><title>A Story that Rhymes</title><atom:summary type='text'>Each week during my sabbatical, I’ve been leading a story  circle with the five-year-old preschoolers at Old  South Church  in Boston.  We recently began our time together by  talking about what makes a poem what it is.   One of the kids hit it right on the head:  “It’s a story that rhymes!”  Of course not all do.  But many do tell stories, and they often rhyme.  We practiced some rhyming words </atom:summary><link>http://www.ants.edu/blogs/faculty-blog/2008/03/story-that-rhymes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andover Newton News)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36658922.post-1924732856759860016</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Feb 2008 20:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-06T15:31:28.310-05:00</atom:updated><title>Art, Metaphor, and the Politics of Revival</title><atom:summary type='text'>To sit and dream, to sit and read,
To sit and learn about the world
Outside our world of here and now – 
   Our problem world –
To dream of vast horizons of the soul
Through dreams made whole,
Unfettered, free – help me!
All you who are dreamers too,
   Help me to make
   Our world anew.
I reach out my dreams to you.
   - Langston Hughes

Reading stories with very young children can bring us face</atom:summary><link>http://www.ants.edu/blogs/faculty-blog/2008/02/art-metaphor-and-politics-of-revival.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andover Newton News)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36658922.post-7846545268779420906</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Jan 2008 17:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-29T12:12:22.877-05:00</atom:updated><title>Six impossible things before breakfast</title><atom:summary type='text'>Winter under cultivation
Is as arable as Spring
        Emily Dickinson
Sometimes, a poem is worth more than a long sermon, both those we hear and those we preach!  I thought of this when reading a story to a group of preschool children recently at Old South Church.  They are so ready, these four- and five-year-olds, to be enchanted, to make believe, to fashion sometimes outrageous stories into </atom:summary><link>http://www.ants.edu/blogs/faculty-blog/2008/01/six-impossible-things-before-breakfast.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andover Newton News)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36658922.post-7041963204847623210</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Jan 2008 01:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-13T20:55:58.621-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Dream of a King</title><atom:summary type='text'>The New Year is now upon us, and this year the news is full of commentary, predictions, and broodings about the presidential primaries.  Even in Europe, where I spent the last few weeks, the papers and television news programs have been saturated with this story:  first with Iowa, which the Germans describe as the state with "more pigs than people," and then New Hampshire, with "Super Tuesday" </atom:summary><link>http://www.ants.edu/blogs/faculty-blog/2008/01/dream-of-king.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andover Newton News)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36658922.post-5022896662010801161</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2007 16:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-20T11:17:56.417-05:00</atom:updated><title>Christmas Presents or Presence?</title><atom:summary type='text'>What is becoming of God these days?  One might well wonder.  When asked in a recent Advent children’s sermon I heard what Christmas was all about, one bright-eyed little boy sounded forth immediately:  “Presents!”  Or so we adults all thought, and laughed as we are often wont to do in such moments – because of the candor, the simplicity, and the innocent joy with which children express themselves</atom:summary><link>http://www.ants.edu/blogs/faculty-blog/2007/12/christmas-presents-or-presence.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andover Newton News)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36658922.post-3183933798508147105</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Dec 2007 20:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-07T15:12:22.435-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Burrows</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>advent</category><title>Advent vigil</title><atom:summary type='text'>Advent is a season when we pray for God’s coming among us, with an audacity that borders on the absurd.  God, coming here and now?  It all seems a most unlikely expectation, now as "then" in a forlorn corner of the Roman Empire, Bethlehem.  What is it that this season re-minds us of, in its call to watch and wait, to keep vigil?  What does it mean, in Advent, that we find ourselves as a people </atom:summary><link>http://www.ants.edu/blogs/faculty-blog/2007/12/advent-vigil.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andover Newton News)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36658922.post-3309787567757579862</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Oct 2007 17:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-05T10:41:11.257-05:00</atom:updated><title>Political Faith</title><atom:summary type='text'>A few days ago, I received a discount coupon from a vendor for use in their store.  I’d not asked for this coupon, mind you, and was surprised to discover that it offered me a rather large discount on a future purchase – one I’d not intended to make, but now might.  Such is the lure of a bargain!  And it came from a bookstore, for Pete’s sake; they knew my weakness, no doubt because they are </atom:summary><link>http://www.ants.edu/blogs/faculty-blog/2007/10/political-faith.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andover Newton News)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36658922.post-3882179822464491287</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Oct 2007 20:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-04T16:20:31.655-04:00</atom:updated><title>"Thy Kingdom come . . .on earth"</title><atom:summary type='text'>“. . . as it is in heaven”:  it is  strange that so little is said, these days, about heaven, a theme that lies at  the heart of the prayer we call “The Lord’s.”   At least, this seems to be so among the mainline churches, remaining a  staple of the religious vocabulary in the fundamentalist churches as the meek counterpoint  to the strongly leveraged threats of hell.   But in our sort of </atom:summary><link>http://www.ants.edu/blogs/faculty-blog/2007/10/thy-kingdom-come-on-earth.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andover Newton News)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36658922.post-2813165145768782910</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Sep 2007 17:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-18T14:02:07.227-04:00</atom:updated><title>Fire</title><atom:summary type='text'>Jeremiah 23:29: "Is not my word like fire?"Luke 12:49: "I have come to bring fire to the earth."Have you heard about a book called "The Gospel of Thomas"? In 1945, archaeologists found a copy of a text in Egypt that goes by the above title. The Gospel of Thomas consists entirely of proverbs by and teachings of Jesus; there are no stories in it. Did Jesus actually say any, some, or all of the </atom:summary><link>http://www.ants.edu/blogs/faculty-blog/2007/09/fire.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andover Newton News)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36658922.post-6205607383508025320</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Sep 2007 17:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-14T13:12:00.093-04:00</atom:updated><title>Academic Convocation Prayer, Fall 2007</title><atom:summary type='text'>Hidden Singer,
who teaches the birds their melodies
and whispers tunes into the ears of musical geniuses,
Come by here.
So that we might hear your harmony and live with hope.

O Creator of the world that is "very good"
and from whom everything that is beautiful and true issues,
today you might hear us use the word "best."
O Ancient of Days,
today you might hear us use the word "oldest."
O You who</atom:summary><link>http://www.ants.edu/blogs/faculty-blog/2007/09/academic-convocation-prayer-fall-2007.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andover Newton News)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36658922.post-4027525587139153723</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Sep 2007 16:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-05T12:33:04.809-04:00</atom:updated><title>You Are What You Desire</title><atom:summary type='text'>. . .which is the message, implicit or brazen, that drives the advertising machinery of the modern "surplus" economy.  But what it if were also true that our identity is essentially shaped, for better or worse, by the nature not primarily of our desires but rather of our desiring?  As we grow older and perhaps wiser, we come to see that the most important existential questions * despite our </atom:summary><link>http://www.ants.edu/blogs/faculty-blog/2007/09/you-are-what-you-desire.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andover Newton News)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36658922.post-3044066433559129843</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Jun 2007 18:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-06T14:47:04.979-04:00</atom:updated><title>Buried Bibles</title><atom:summary type='text'>May 31, 1934: On that day, seventy-three years ago, a group of lay persons and pastors gathered in a city in northwestern Germany named Barmen, and signed a statement of faith drafted by the young theologian Karl Barth. In the opening lines of what came to be called the "Barmen Declaration," this confession declared obedience to Christ as the standard requiring resistance to Hitler and the </atom:summary><link>http://www.ants.edu/blogs/faculty-blog/2007/06/buried-bibles.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andover Newton News)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36658922.post-955896691875403205</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 May 2007 16:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-31T12:52:42.470-04:00</atom:updated><title>Prayer of Dedication for the new Wilson Chapel</title><atom:summary type='text'>May 18, 2007

(People spread out from ends of rows to touch walls and hold hands with others) 
O God, this hour we call upon you anew
       In this place:
Father, Word and Holy Spirit;
       Mother, Wisdom, Breath of Fire;

You who spoke in light to frame the worlds,
             And meet us in their wonder,
                 wonder at what we understand and wonder at what we do not;
   You who </atom:summary><link>http://www.ants.edu/blogs/faculty-blog/2007/05/prayer-of-dedication-for-new-wilson.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andover Newton News)</author></item></channel></rss>