#protector for #lookinlent

Burned column

A column of the Somers Congregational Church lies blackened after the fire of Jan. 1, 2012.

Where was this community’s #protector

When the fire was kindled,

When the flames exulted?

Where was this community’s protector

When the tower sagged,

And the beams groaned low,

And the bell’s cast bronze softened and cracked?

Their #protector remained

Just where the Spirit always lives:

In the icy wind,

In the tear-filled eye,

In the resolute heart.

Somers’ protector grieved

And held a grieving people close,

And fed their hearts on grace and courage.

Last spring a new bell rose, and waits,

Waits for this spring when they will praise

Their loving, faithful #protector

In a house they’ve built for worship.

The frame of the rising Somers Congregational Church UCC in May 2013.

The frame of the rising Somers Congregational Church UCC in May 2013.

Stone of Help – #stones for #lookinlent

Samuel raised an Ebenezer,
he raised a Stone of Help
when his people were preserved
from the powers of war and death
So people place their stones today
to honor those they’ve known
And all those souls who’ve shared this life
and called this earth their home.

[Chorus]

Place a stone for memory
A stone of help create
Recall to us the love we’ve known
And what love yet awaits.
Love, like stones, seems tiny
Yet builds planets out in space.
Living stones are we,
Made of dust and grace.

[Chorus]

Samuel raised an Ebenezer,
out of the bones of earth
to celebrate the end of war
and give to peace its worth
With our stones today, Lord
we pray that you’ll console
your planet with your justice
and peace for every soul.

Samuel raised an Ebenezer
a stone upon a stone
at the summit of a hill
where its shadow fell alone;
Raised it on a stony planet
Spinning around the sun
Samuel raised an Ebenezer
Remember everyone.

[Chorus]

“Stone of Help” was written by Eric Anderson in 2008.

#offering for #lookinlent

Offering plate at Amistad Chapel, Church House, ClevelandWhich rebuke do I prefer?

The rebuke of the empty plate,

Which comes to me demanding that

It carry away my gift when it moves on?

Or the rebuke of the brimming plate,

Which comes to me and smugly says,

“Will you be one with us or not?”

 

No, the hardest rebuke is the one I hear

In the sounding telephone.

“I need some help,” I hear,

And cringe.

“How much this time?” I wonder, and

“How much next time?” because

It never really ends.

 

 I cannot claim a particularly fortunate life

Yet among those whose paths run far more torturous than mine:

My caller.

 

“Yes,” I say,

Because there must be friendship, trust,

And the willingness to give

Or there can be no #offering.

#the_road for #lookinlent

Flood water in view at the end of the road

The road leads to… flood waters.

Sometimes #the_road leads nowhere.

 

I live on a cul-de-sac, a side street which runs downhill from the town’s Main Street toward the Connecticut River. For most of us, it is a road that leads only home (the farmer at the street’s end works in those fields). If we want to go anywhere else, we have to go the other way.

 

In spring, particularly in a spring when heavy winter snowpacks in the mountains of Vermont and New Hampshire melt swiftly, the river rises dramatically. Looking down my street, I can see very clearly just how far I can go. So far, and no further, unless I want to change my car for a canoe.

 

That may be why I’m so fascinated with bridges.

 

A bridge transforms the road to nowhere to a road to somewhere. The boundary remains an obstacle, but loses the character of insuperability. I can leap over, and I do not even need to fly.

 

What would a road be without a bridge?

Driving across the Arrigoni Bridge in Middletown, CT

Crossing the waters

 

Ash Wednesday – #Dust for #lookinlent

Ice crystals in my hand

Dust of water. Dust of Earth. Dust of stars.

Remember you are dust. To dust you will return.

Dust gleaming on my mittened hand

Not dust of earth, but dust of ocean

Come to land as dust of air, dust of clouds

I am this dust of ice as surely as I am

Dust of stone

I am, indeed, made up of dust from grain and leaf,

From ant and tiger, squirrel and snake

The day will come when another soul may hold

My dust upon their palm:

Dust of water, dust of clouds,

Dust of skin and blood and bone

Dust, in fact, of stars…

I’ve been asked (okay, by only one person) to post the lyrics to this song, so here they are. The song was written on Sunday, December 16, two days after a gunman slew his mother, six educators, and twenty first graders at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Connecticut, before taking his own life. The recording comes from a prayer service held December 16th at First Church of Christ Congregational UCC in Glastonbury, CT.

Courage in the Candle
by Eric Anderson

Our voices rise up as from Ramah.
Oh God, from where will comfort come?
Rachel cries out for her children
Who will not be coming home.
We wait and hear only of horrors
And we ask how once again
This violence erupts among us
Leaving anguish, grief, and pain.

(Chorus)
Into the shadows Bear a candle
A tiny spark Against the night
Into the sorrows Of an uncertain world
Raise the promise of your light.

Though the cause of evil prosper
Yet ‘tis love alone is strong
Though innocence is placed in danger
And power exercised for wrong
God is waiting in the shadows
Where human grief and sin shall cease
A holy light shines in the darkness
And heaven’s children find their peace.

(Chorus)

I will not accept the darkness
As my predestined home of woe
I will not despair of loving
Although its losing grieves me so.
I will take courage in the candle
And hold its flame before the night
Where God is waiting in the shadows
Together, we will shine with heaven’s light.

(Chorus)

This song copyright 2012 by Eric Anderson

Courage in the Candle

Gadgets in Gadgets

It’s probably no surprise (given the title of this blog) that I have something of a gadget addiction. It’s not limited to computers or electronic devices, either (though I have an enduring affection for them, despite the fact I spend much of my working day keeping them functioning). I like all sorts of gadgets.

I’m a guitarist and folk musician, which gives me endless opportunities to compare the relative merits of different microphones, pick-ups, mixers, and (yes) capos. I will literally sit and wonder at guitar players who use a capo (that’s the device clamps across the neck to quickly change the key of a song) that has never worked for me.

And let’s not get started on tools. Yes, every project is an excuse to buy a new tool…

My real addiction, however, is to gadgets that you put other gadgets in. What’s more fascinating than laptop briefcases, cell phone holsters, tablet cases, notepad folders, and camera bags?

Oh… camera bags.

I bought my primary camera, a Nikon DSLR, in 2007. I’m still using the same body, but I’m now up to five lenses and a wide angle adapter. I’m also up to four different bags that will hold the camera itself, plus various lens holders, accessory bags, belts, and even a duffle bag designed to put other bags in.

My excuse for all this is that different circumstances demand different equipment, differently available to my hands. My everyday bag is a sling design, which gives me quick access to the camera, flash, memory cards, and lens cleaning supplies. Other lenses are there, well protected, but if I really need them I have to take the bag off. In another situation, I might find myself changing lenses more often, in which case a separate lens case, fastened to the outside of the main bag or hanging from its own strap, might make more sense.

When I need to travel lighter, I use a bag that holds pretty much just the camera with lens attached, with some more places to tuck a flash, batteries, and memory cards. And when I need to haul more gear, there’s the full backpack (with a side opening that means I can get the camera without taking it all the way off) and a belt loaded with equipment loops.

My next one will probably be a relative of a messenger bag; I’m looking for something that will hold camera, one extra lens, plus some recording devices for doing interviews and covering press conferences. And yes, there will be a next one.

The inventiveness of the human species – we marvelous tool makers – is striking in its breadth and variety. My greatest affection belongs to those who create the tools to carry other tools.

CTUCC ConferenceCast is both an audio podcast – available through the iTunes Music Store – and also has a video edition through YouTube.

This week, the audio version came out very late in the day, and for the first time I missed the deadline for the video edition; it didn’t come out until Friday. I’ll just say this: I had three hours on my schedule for one particular project, which ended up demanding seven.

Sometimes, that’s just how it goes.

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