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Sermon transcript for July 20, 2014

“The Lord is in this Place”
Genesis 28:10-19a
Belmont UMC—July 20, 2014
Ken Edwards, preaching

The Lectionary readings for several weeks have us visiting with a man named Jacob. These passages contain rich stories about this rather flawed Biblical character,
Jacob, son of Isaac and Rebekkah and fraternal twin of Esau (first born). Jacob is favored by his mother but because of being second in birth, he is not in line for his father’s blessing. His name means “heel grabber” because he is born clutching his brother’s foot. And throughout his life, this man who would become the patriarch of a nation, uses dishonest scheming and deceit to grab everything he can, including his brother’s birthright . He cheats his own father and cheats his equally deceitful father-in-law through some unexplained and clever animal husbandry.

As one writer said, “Jacob was never satisfied. He wanted the moon, and if he’d ever managed to bilk Heaven out of that, he would have been back the next morning for the stars to go with it.”  (Peculiar Treasures, Frederick Buechner, p. 57)

The Bible gives us many characters in their true colors. We see their imperfections and flaws: Noah and his indiscretions, Abraham in his lack of faith, Sarah in her jealousy of Hagar, Isaac in his naïveté, Moses in his self-doubting, David in his infidelity, Elijah at the point of giving up, Simon Peter in his impulsiveness and Judas in his betrayal. Today these leaders would have a front team, handlers, speech writers and spinners to help them present a better self.

Barbara Brown Taylor described her relationship with the Bible as a marriage, not a romance, “one I’m willing to work on in all the usual ways.” She writes, “What the Bible isn’t is a collection of stories about admirable men and women who loved and served their Lord. It is an encyclopedia of human life on earth, with a few saints and far more scoundrels who lied and cheated their way into the annals of sacred history. Hearing their stories, I listen for family resemblances. . . But throughout all their stories, which are also my stories, I hear God’s story, and that is something else altogether.” (The Preaching Life, “Bible,” pp. 51-62)

Do we see ourselves in these stories? Do we see ourselves in their everyday struggles with life and faith that may mirror our own experiences?

There are two parallel and comparable stories of Jacob’s encounters with God. The first story is the one we read today. Jacob’s mother has encouraged him to go to her family’s home in Haran to find a wife. She is worried that Esau will kill him and she’s sending him away. He’s running away, running from the consequence of his actions, running from the past, running for his life, and hopefully, running toward a fresh start and a brighter future.

So Jacob runs to a place of rest and he takes a stone to use as a pillow and he dreams. He dreams of a ladder extending into heaven and the angels of God are ascending and descending. And the Lord stood beside him and made a covenant with him. He takes the stone used as a pillow and makes a marker out of it and he names the place Bethel, which means ‘house of God.”

Jacob says, “Surely the Lord is in this place and I did not know it.” He ran away but he ran into the very presence of God.

The story causes us to ask ourselves if we can run away from God. And we can certainly try. We run from our mistakes, our painful memories, we run from our disappointments, our failures and our struggles.

But the Biblical image of God is a pursuing God. God pursues us to reveal God’s love to us and to be in relationship with us. We run away and often find ourselves running into the very presence of this pursuing God of grace.

I recently reread sections of Ann Lamott’s book, Traveling Mercies, in which she describes her spiritual journey. As an adult she found herself living near San Francisco, writing some to pay her bills, but mostly drinking to escape, to run from her past, her fears and insecurities.

On Sunday mornings, still dizzy and hung over, she would find herself wandering around a flea market near her home.  One day she was drawn toward a little Presbyterian Church near the market. The sweet sounds of music appealed to her in her weariness. The sounds of hymns sung by older women floated through open windows and the sounds  of music drew her in.

One day she entered the church and stood in the back and listened to the singing. She repeated this on many Sundays, always careful to leave before the sermon. She would sing along with the hymns, writing, “I could sing better there than any where else.” The people did not push her. They loved her and gave her room to find her way. Through their love Lamott found healing and transformation.  Ann Lamott continues to be a part of this congregation to this day.

I often wonder who may enter this place, like Ann Lamott, on a Sunday morning, needing to hear the music of God’s grace, needing to find their way, and needing our love and gentle encouragement to find healing. In this place, that may be a running away place, may we come to discover God’s presence and say, “Surely the Lord was in this place and we did not know it.”

The second story comes on the eve of Jacob meeting with his brother, Esau. He’s afraid and he goes to place by himself to be alone. There is a man there, a mysterious representative of God and the two of them wrestle all night long. At the end of the night the man blesses Jacob with a limp and a new name, Israel, which means “one who strives with God.” Jacob names this place Peniel or “the face of God.”

Jacob wrestles with the man, but he also wrestles with the truth about himself. He is wrestling with his faith in God. We must do the same spiritual work as we become honest about who we are. This can be painful and difficult work.

Years ago I saw a cartoon of 2 little boys who were looking through an anatomy book and seeing drawings of internal organs. One little boy says, “It’s not very pretty but it’s who we are on the inside.” We try to put up a good front. We avoid being vulnerable. We are afraid of what people will think of us. But to encounter God, we must be honest and confessional.

We wrestle with our faith, where there are no pat answers to the difficult questions of life. We work through our faith with fear and trembling, but God is there to help us. This is a good place to wrestle with our faith and find people who will love us and walk alongside of us and give us room to question and learn and grow.

These Jacob stories are about places, but they are not merely geographical places or places where Jacob has run to hide, but they are places where Jacob is surprised by the presence of God. They are sacred places where God turns the ordinary into something holy.

They are the places where Jacob is able to move forward in this covenant with God. Each encounter changes him and moves him forward in his faith and prepares him to be the leader of a nation. The stories invite us to remember and revisit those places, those moments, those turning points, which moved us closer to God.

There is a lot of grace in these Jacob stories. If we had met Jacob at his running away places, we would have given him a good tongue lashing, but God meets him there and gives him a blessing and a promise and a beautiful vision of ascending and descending angels.

Grace always surprises us! Maybe we came here this morning expecting judgment and condemnation. Maybe we felt we deserved that. But we were surprised to find God in this place and our God meets us here with love, grace and forgiveness. It is in God’s extravagant grace that we find healing and transformation.

Maybe we came here as ones who are running away and were surprised to run right into the very arms of God.

Maybe we came here wrestling with some truth about ourselves or we are wrestling with issues of faith (or doubt). We found a safe and grace filled place to be honest and vulnerable. We found blessing and hope for new way forward. We found God and said with Jacob, “Surely the Lord is in this place!”


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The music ministry of Belmont United Methodist Church strives to glorify God through music in all gatherings and presentations.
The music programs at Belmont offer opportunity for:

- Education
- Spiritual Growth
- Fellowship
- Participation in ministry
- Stewardship of gifts and talents
- Outreach

All choirs are voluntary, and everyone is welcome and encouraged to participate, regardless of experience. All participants strive for excellence, dignity, reverence and integrity in all musical endeavors.

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Sermon transcript for July 13, 2014

A Sower Went Out to Sow
Matthew 13:1-9; 18-23
Belmont UMC—July 13, 2014
Ken Edwards, preaching

I watched my Dad load the seeder filled w/ bags of seed. As a boy my job was to sit beside him on the tractor and watch the machinery being pulled by tractor. If it clogged, jammed, I was to tell him to stop.

I asked lots of questions: “Why so many seeds?”

Dad answered, “It takes a lot of seeds for a big field, and some won’t come up.  

“Why won’t they come up?”

Dad answered again, “Some are bad, some are old and won’t sprout, some will fall on soil that won’t grow anything, some will get eaten by birds, weeds will choke out some, and so we overplant to get a good yield. Why do you ask so many questions?”

Two weeks later we would revisit the field and Dad would scratch in the dirt to look for signs of germination, of sprouting corn. He would take off his cap and rub his head and try to offer a verdict on the year’s crops.

I’ve watched him replant small patches of fields with an old canvas hand seeder strapped onto his chest. He’d turn a grinder—he always looked like one of those organ grinders you see on the streets in old movies.

Seeds intrigue me. I’ve been around the planting of crops all my life. Even now, with flower beds filled with perennials and annuals from the youth flower sale, I have to sow some seeds to enjoy the process.

Seeds come in all shapes and sizes. Some are long and narrow, some are miniscule, and some are round flat seeds. But all seeds are dry and lifeless. No one would give them much of a chance on first glance. Seeds need warm, moist, dark earth to germinate. I’ve planted old seeds that I found in the cupboard and they surprise me with new flowers in the garden.

Sowing seeds can be fascinating and delightful or frustrating and disappointing. Some farmers on television were complaining of too much water and of seeds rotting in the earth. Some were complaining of drought and of seedlings that had dried up and died.
Jesus said that a farmer went out to scatter seeds—full of anticipation—he’d done it many times. The farmer broadcast seeds all over the place, because he knew that some seeds won’t make it.

It seems wasteful to me--all those seeds that won’t produce anything but compost or bird food. I don’t like to waste things. I pick up paper clips off the floor, and I save rubber bands until they dry rot in my desk. I pick up pennies along the road when I’m running and walking. I find lots of interesting things on the road—things that have fallen off of trucks. I once found a huge ball of twine and I picked it up and ran home with it. The most unusual thing I ever picked up was an axe. I ran home carrying an axe, not calculating how strange that might look to passersby.

John Wesley discouraged us from wasting time and to use it wisely—I carry a book and note cards with me everywhere I go. I find a way to write a letter or read a chapter. I don’t like to waste seeds. I place them in the garden with great care.

A farmer went out to sow and some seeds fell on the path. I pictured a cow path when I read this.  Cows like to walk over the same place repeatedly and they create cow paths in the field--paths of dirt that are packed and hard from the abuse and weight of cows. My folks used to refer to stubborn people as cow paths. You can’t plant seeds on a cow path. Jesus said some people are like that—you can throw seeds at them all year long, but nothing will grow.

I don’t like to waste seeds on cow path people. They are not bad people, just resistant. They can sit in church on Sunday morning, tears welling in the eyes of people all around them because of the wonderful choir anthem or because taking the bread and cup of the Eucharist means so much to them, and there they are, the cow path people, thinking about the pot roast in the oven or planning on shooting bottle rockets in the back yard. You can offer the seeds of God’s word and nothing grows--no love or justice, no hope of transformation, no compassion, and no desire to reach out to anyone.

Some of the farmer’s seeds fell on rocky ground.  Why do we have to spread seeds on rocky soil? I planted some flower seeds on the rocky side of my house one year and they sprang up and looked promising for a week or so and then started to fade.
Those rocky soil people get so excited for awhile, joining the church, volunteering for everything that comes up. There they are every time the church is open. They will say, “Pastor, we love it here, nothing could be better.” Six months later they are sleeping in on Sunday mornings or eating brunch at the newest restaurant in town but can’t find the energy for church. And we wonder why we wasted so much time on those folks.

And then there are those thorns—outside forces (hopefully not inside forces) that choke and kill the spirit of people who would otherwise be disciples for Jesus Christ. There are thorns like tragedies, being excluded, injustices, weird and harmful theology, depression, life-defeating experiences, and poverty. The list is long. A lot of us carry the wounds caused by life thorns. On July 27 our worship will be a Service of Healing and Wholeness and we’ll have time to pray for our woundedness.

A famer went out to sow, knowing full well the risk of sowing. It takes a lot of patience—you can wait a lifetime to see some seeds sprout and some you will never live to see.

A young woman came up to me at Annual Conference a few years ago and introduced herself to me. I knew her name but did not recognize her. She had been a teenager in a church I had served years ago. She proceeded to tell me how my presence in her life had helped her. She quoted some things I had said in sermons and told me that I had made a huge difference in her life. I had no memory of saying or doing any of those things.

Her words reminded me that the sower must be faithful—in bad years and in good years—she still heads to the field to sow those seeds.

Remember we are called to be faithful not successful—we are the sowers of the seed of God’s word. We go out to sow the seeds of grace, justice, and forgiveness--faithfully going out to do what God has called us to do.

So what are the lessons from this parable?

We do not get to be selective--sowing one seed here and one over there. We are called to share the seeds of God’s word everywhere, never knowing where they will fall or how they will be received or what will happen.

Don’t give up on anyone. I used to be a cow path! You could throw seeds at me all day long and nothing would grow. I could not hear the gospel. Maybe some of you were like that—or you were shallow, rocky ground and had a false start of faith. Or the thorns of life choked out the possibility of a life with God. Somehow the seeds finally took hold and sprang into life. Don’t give up. Someone kept sowing the seeds of grace in our lives and here we are today because of their persistence.

Fortunately, soil can be amended, gardening term. I have an earth machine from public works that is making good compost. We not only sow seeds, but we amend the soil with things like forgiveness and grace and prayer. Our job as a community of faith is to create an environment that is rich enough for something transformative to happen in people’s lives.

The Parable is not all bad news—this amended soil brought forth grain—some a hundred fold—some sixty—some thirty (depending on who was counting—the pastor or the ushers).

Every now and then we hear of someone we never dreamed would change, turning their life around. Stony hearts have been transformed. Cold hearts that now serve the poor or get fired up on issues of justice. Cow paths turned into fruitful fields. Thorn-choked lives finding hope and joy in God. Because the sowers went out to sow and did not get discouraged and give up!

The first gift my wife ever gave me was a plaque “Your labor in the Lord is not in vain.” It’s from Paul’s letter to the Corinthians. She was a student and did not have a lot of money and the gift meant so much to me. I hear that phrase in my mind a lot.

And the farmer goes out to scatter seeds, and God has promised a harvest--a gracious, abundant, and surprising harvest.

Pastoral prayer by Gwen Purushotham:

O God
You scatter your Word like seeds--
intentionally and recklessly,
it lands on all kinds of soil--
On paths where it has no chance to grow;  
On rocky ground where it cannot take root;
Among thorns where it is short-lived;
And sometimes, only sometimes . . .
On good soil where
your Word of love and truth, the Kingdom
takes hold and produces
a hundredfold.
We confess that this challenges our notions of success and failure.  
We prayer for persons everywhere who are foolish and wise enough to . . .
Scatter seeds of Love in the most desperate of places and under the most impossible conditions . . .     
Among Israeli and Palestinian communities
In the Ukraine and Russia
In Syria
In a planet faced with the crisis of climate change
In a world where loneliness, poverty, hatred, and the fear of death threaten  
to undo us.
O God, in these times
when the measurements for the health and vitality of the church
are based on productivity and consumerism,
transform us into reckless, risk-taking sowers of your Word,
and make us signs of your presence in the world you so love.
In the name of Jesus, the Christ, who taught his disciples to pray . . .


Adult choirs

Sanctuary Choir

This is the primary choir for 10:30 a.m. Sunday worship. In addition, they present several musical programs each year and sing for other various church events. No audition is required for membership and rehearsals are every Wednesday 7:15-9:00 p.m year-round. Childcare is provided.

Belmont's Sanctuary Choir has released Song in the Night, a CD collection of worshipful music from various cultures. All selections on the recording have been performed in Belmont worship services. The CDs are $10 each, and you can place your order now by downloading and filling out the order form posted here. Please return your order form to the church office or e-mail in your order to This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it. .

Bell choirs

Carillon Ringers - A group of intermediate/advanced handbell ringers with music reading abilities. They rehearse on Sunday 5:30-7:00 p.m. August-early May.

Celebration Ringers - A group of beginning/intermediate handbell ringers who rehearse on Thursdays 1:00-2:00 p.m.



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