About Rev. Wells

Pastor of Lakewood United Church of Christ since 1991. Graduate of Wellesley College and Union Theological Seminary of New York.

Corona Sabbath Reflection Text

Greetings and welcome to Corona Sabbath. This is one of the ways the church is endeavoring to offer spiritual support during these challenging days of COVID-19. We plan to continue to post these weekly until we are able to meet again in person for worship. We appreciate your feedback and suggestions.


We start by listening to a scripture lesson from the book of Ezekiel 37:1-14. This teaching was intended for people who were dislocated, distraught, and dispossessed. They could see no future. And felt that all had been lost. Maybe some of us have had those kind of feelings in recent days and weeks.

The hand of Yahweh was upon me, and it carried me away by the Spirit of Yahweh and set me down in a valley – a valley full of bones. God made me walk up and down among them. And I saw that there was a vast number of bones lying there in the valley, and they were very dry. God asked me, ”Mere mortal, can these bones live?”

I answered, “Only you know that, Sovereign Yahweh.”

And God said, “Prophesy to these bones, and say to them: ‘Dry bones, hear the word of Yahweh! Sovereign Yahweh says to these bones: I am going to breathe life into you. I will fasten sinews on you, clothe you with flesh, cover you with skin, and give you breath. And you will live; and you will know that I am Sovereign Yahweh.’”

So I prophesied as I was commanded, and as I prophesied, suddenly there was a noise, a rattling, and all the bones came together, bone to matching bone. As I watched, sinews appeared on them, flesh clothed them, and skin covered them. But there was no breath in them.

Then God said to me, “Prophesy to the wind; prophesy, mere mortal, and say to it: ‘Thus says Sovereign Yahweh: Approach from the four winds, Breath, and breathe on these slain, that they may live.’”

I prophesied as I was commanded, and breath came into them; they came alive, and stood up on their feet – a vast multitude.

Then God said to me, “Mere mortal, these bones are the whole House of Israel. The people keep saying, ‘Our bones are dry, our hope is gone, and we are doomed.’ Prophesy, therefore, and say to them, ‘Thus says Sovereign Yahweh: I am going to open your graves and raise you up from the dead, my people. I will return you to the land of Israel. When I open your graves and raise you up, you, my people, will know that I am Yahweh. Then I will put my Spirit into you and you will return to life, and I will settle you back on your own land. Then you will know that I, Yahweh, have spoken and made all this happen, says Sovereign Yahweh.’”


This is a powerful scene. it almost seems like something from a Halloween movie or a movie about aliens. We can imagine a dark dreary, rainy night in a shadowy, graveyard, the wind whipping and the bare trees creaking. And the graves being opened, and the bones of the dead coming back together and fearful new beings emerging.

But before we are scared off by the eerie images, we must be willing to see this scene for what it is. It is the fulfillment of the longings and dreams of the people. It is a scene of hope and wonder. It is the commitment of God to the future of the people of God. They will not languish as a defeated people for all time. They will be transformed. They will live and flourish.

It’s a simple message, really. Conveyed through a compelling image with much to offer. As we think about this story, we want to notice that the bones in the valley were dry. Very dry. Completely dead. Used up. Spent. No potential for constructive use.

And these are not the bones of one person. Or even a family plot. These are the bones of a community. A people. A culture. A collective. That’s important to remember especially when the Christian tradition has done so much to emphasize individual resurrection. This passage tells us about a society. Which is dead. Spent. Finished.

In the story, the prophet is asked by God, “Can these bones live?” What does the prophet think? Is there reason for hope? Well, having tried to do things their way and ending up as dried bones, the prophet knows the limits of human ideas and agency. And so the writer doesn’t dodge the question but links the future not to human desires but to the will of God. To the power of God. To something beyond the tribal self interest of the people. Only YOU know, the prophet replies. This is not abdication. It is affirmation. Of a bigger reality. Of the power of love which can be much more influential and determinative than assessments of assets and _____ strategies. Only you know if these dead and dried bones can live.

Then we get the answer. There is noise, rattling, bones come together, sinew forms, flesh appears, skin encases, and then, there is breath. Breath. Wind from the four directions. Spirit infuses the new creation. This new community. This new society.

These people are God’s people.

And these words speak to our time just as they spoke to Ezekiel’s time.

Recent days, weeks, years, lifetimes, have shown us the death-dealing ways of injustice. And if we were missing the message, COVID-19 has made it unmistakable. All the systemic inequity and bias have literally led to death. Thousands of deaths. Before our media saturated eyes. The valley is full of bones and they are very dry.

Are you responsible for this? Am I? We are trying to be good people. We don’t want to live in a racist society. We don’t want to endorse or support oppression.

I heard an interview on NPR this week talking about Freddie Gray who was killed by police in Baltimore in 2015. He was born prematurely, to a mother who was an addict. He was born addicted to crack. He suffered from lead poisoning as in infant. This is all before he made any choices about his own life. That can happen only when there is a system in place to create that outcome.

We don’t want to live in a country, a society, a community where that happens. We know that is wrong.

But we are in a context that is constructed for those outcomes. We live in a country with a history that has created this reality. Where human beings are seen as input, as commodities, and are valued according to color. We are a country that values money above morals. As scholar and public activist Cornel West reminds us in his classic book, Race Matters, if racism did not have a financial advantage for some, it would not exist. In this land, racism and the economic system are inextricably intertwined. And to glimpse the possibility of a new future, we need to see this link.

In the lesson from Ezekiel, God takes the prophet to see the valley of the dry bones. The prophet is shown the utter demise of his community and culture as they had previously existed. It is a complete and thorough end. The bones in the valley are very dry.

To rise as a society, we have to die to what has gone before. The economic arrangements, the power arrangements, the patriarchy, white privilege. Yes, it is our heritage. Yes it has much to teach us. Yes, we need to know where we come from and how we got here. But to eradicate racism, to heal oppression and bigotry and bias, the whole entire system must be not just “reformed” but really, regenerated.

There really has to be a death of the entire reality that creates a circumstance in which one person feels he has the authority to kneel on the neck of another, making him dead, with other people, with similar authority watching, and the random public present as witnesses. This systemic reality must become a heap of dry bones. Dead. Gone.

So that something new can emerge. So the process of re-creation can take place. So that the breath, that brooded over the waters of creation, and enspirited all of life and infused humanity, can blow again, and from the dry bones, a new creation can emerge. A new reality.

Ezekiel tells us of the bones coming together, and the sinews, and the flesh, and then the skin. And finally the breath. The emergence of new life is a process. It takes times. It is not neat and tidy. It is a messy business. Complicated. Unpredictable.

So, in Ezekiel there is that question, CAN the bones live? Can we live? Is there hope? For our society? For our species? With God, yes. With trust in the love and sacredness and divinity at the core of each and every human life, yes. With trust in the holiness of creation, yes. This is the message of this story, and of the life of Jesus, and of the Bible. Yes! Yes, these bones can live. We can emerge into the new reality that Divine Love is seeking to manifest in our midst. Amen.


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Corona Sabbath 11 Pentecost Reflection Text

Greetings and welcome to Corona Sabbath.  This is one of the ways the church is endeavoring to offer spiritual support during these challenging days of COVID-19.   We plan to continue to post these weekly until we are able to meet again in person for worship.  We appreciate your feedback and suggestions.

We start by listening to the story of Pentecost. Pentecost was a Jewish festival 50 days after Passover.  It was a celebration of the giving of the Law to Moses on Mount Sinai.  It was also a harvest festival associated with the first harvest of the planting season.  Many people from many different communities and countries came to Jerusalem for this festival.  In the Pentecost story in Acts, we are told of about 3,000 people becoming part of the Jesus community, joining the church, if you will, that day.  It was seen as a harvest of souls.

We listen to Acts 2:1-21:

When the day of Pentecost arrived, they all met in one room.  Suddenly they heard what sounded like a violent, rushing wind from heaven; the noise filled the entire house in which they were sitting.  Something appeared to them that seemed like tongues of fire; these separated and came to rest on the head of each one.  They were all filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other languages as she enabled them.

Now there were devout people living in Jerusalem from every nation under heaven, and at this sound they all assembled.  But they were bewildered to hear their native languages being spoken.  They were amazed and astonished:  “Surely all of these people speaking are Galileans!  How does it happen that each of us hears these words in our native tongue?  We are Parthians, Medes and Elamites, people from Mesopotamia, Judea and Cappadocia, Pontus and Asia, Phrygia and Pamphylia, Egypt and the parts of Libya around Cyrene, as well as visitors from Rome – all Jews, or converts to Judaism – Cretans and Arabs, too; we hear them preaching, each in our own language, about the marvels of God!”

All were amazed and disturbed.  They asked each other, “What does this mean?”  But others said mockingly, “They’ve drunk too much new wine.”

Then Peter stood up with the Eleven and addressed the crowd:  “Women and men of Judea, and all you who live in Jerusalem!  Listen to what I have to say!  These people are not drunk as you think – it’s only nine o’clock in the morning!  No, it ’s what Joel the prophet spoke of:

‘In the days to come –
it is our God who speaks –
I will pour out my Spirit
on all humankind.
Your daughters and sons will prophesy,
your young people will see visions,
and your elders will dream dreams.
Even on the most insignificant of my people,
both women and men,
I will pour out my Spirit in those days,
and they will prophesy.
And I will display wonders
in the heavens above
and signs on the earth below:
blood, fire, and billowing smoke.
The sun will be turned into darkness
and the moon will become blood
before the coming of the
great and sublime day of our God.
And all who call upon the name
of our God will be saved.’


Today we celebrate the birthday of the church.  The festival of Pentecost is remembered as the starting point when the remnant of followers of Jesus found themselves drawn together and receiving the energizing presence of Divine Love which compelled them to boldly take up the ministry of Jesus where it was left off in the aftermath of the crucifixion.  We trace the existence of our church and every church back to this story.

I am a PK.  My father was a pastor and our family was immersed in the church, though we weren’t baptist!  My life growing up was shaped by the church – activities, values, world view, relationships, lifestyle – it was all oriented around  the church.  And I have wonderful memories of childhood, family life, and growing up.

In my second year of college, I felt the call to ministry.  This happened as I was walking back to my dorm after the Sunday morning service at the Wellesley Congregational United Church of Christ which I attended each week.  So, even in college, I was still very much in the church.  And I did go into the ministry.  So, more church.  I really can say that the church has shaped my entire life. And I am not sorry.  I don’t regret it.  I am grateful.

Because of the way the church has shaped my life, I find myself profoundly disturbed by the senseless killing of George Floyd who was suffocated by police while handcuffed earlier this week in Minneapolis.  My feelings are also probably  influenced by the fact that I grew up in Minneapolis in the 70’s when the schools were being desegregated.  Frankly, I cannot imagine that something like this would have happened then.  Those salt of the earth, supremely decent Minnesotans simply would not have carried out such a heinous killing.  Things have changed.  And it is disturbing.

So, I am thinking of breath.  The word for wind in Hebrew is the same word for breath and spirit.  When the wind broods over the face of the waters in Genesis, it is wind/breath/spirit.  When God breathes into the human creature, it is wind/breath/spirit.  When Jesus breathes peace on the disciples, it is wind/breath/spirit.

Wind/breath/spirit is the sacred life force.  The presence of God.  And in the killing of George Floyd, this wind/breath/spirit was stopped, ended.  It is a horrifying desecration.  A defilement of the holy.  It is a deplorable act against God, against Love, and against Life.

So, we must pray that we will allow the wind/breath/spirit to rise up in us, to enliven us, to enspirit us, to boldly call forth and create a society that honors the sacredness, the holiness, of EVERY SINGLE LIFE.  We must bring about an anti racist community, and country, and world.  The wind/breath/spirit in us has the power to do this.  We can do it.  And we must.  Do it.

That is why the church exists.  To be a powerful, life-changing expression of the presence of Divine Love in the world.  That’s what the Pentecost story is all about.  If the church isn’t doing this, then does it matter if the church declines and dies?  There will be a remnant.  It will be where the wind/breath/spirit is pure and strong.  And life giving.  May we be that church!

You are invited to say with me the name of the person killed by the police in Minneapolis this week – George Floyd.   Amen.


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Corona Sabbath 10 Reflection Text

Greetings and welcome to Corona Sabbath. This is one of the ways the church is endeavoring to offer spiritual support during these challenging days of COVID-19. We plan to continue to post these weekly until we are able to meet again in person for worship. We appreciate your feedback and suggestions.


We start by listening to a scripture lesson from the book of Acts17:22-30.

Then Paul stood up before the council of the Areopagus and delivered this address: “Citizens of Athens, I note that in every respect you are scrupulously religious. As I walked about looking at your shrines, I even discovered an altar inscribed, ‘To an Unknown God.’ Now, what you are worshiping in ignorance I intend to make known to you.
“For the God who made the world and all that is in it, the Sovereign of heaven and earth, doesn’t live in sanctuaries made by human hands, and isn’t served by humans, as if in need of anything. No! God is the One who gives everyone life, breath – everything. From one person God created all of humankind to inhabit the entire earth, and set the time for each nation to exist and the exact place where each nation should dwell. God did this so that human beings would seek, reach out for, and perhaps find the One who is not really far from any of us – the One in whom we live and move and have our being. As one of your poets has put it, ‘We too are God’s children.’

If we are in fact children of God, then it’s inexcusable to think that the Divine Nature is like an image of gold, silver or stone – an image formed by the art and thought of mortals. God, who overlooked such ignorance in the past, now commands all people everywhere to reform their lives.


To an unknown God. As we are told in this story, people have a natural pull toward the holy, the transcendent, to a reality beyond yet within ourselves, and some call this God. In our tradition, this God is not unknown. Yes, this God is characterized by mystery, but this God is not unknown to us.

In the Christian tradition, we believe that we come to know something of this greater reality through Jesus. A reality of love, acceptance, forgiveness, awe, wonder, and mystery. In story after story, Jesus demonstrates what life is like when you revere the holiness in each and every person. In all of life. Jesus specializes in showing us a God that is concerned about all people, especially those made poor, those who are sick, those who are abused, and those who are ignored. In Jesus we see not just “do no harm” but do the good. Make the effort, take the initiative. To help. To love. To care. With words, with deeds, and with prayers. So that our joy and the joy of the world may be complete.

In a social Zoom gathering that I was part of a couple of weeks ago, we were commenting about this corona time. Yes, time. It’s gotten out of kilter, have you noticed? What day of the week is it? Is your sleep disrupted? What time of day is it? Do you want to go back to bed at 11:00 am not pm? And do you get up to finish a project at 3 am? Yup. Time is askew these days. Thankfully my week is anchored by the labyrinth walk on Wednesdays and being at church on Sunday mornings. If I didn’t have that, I know I would be even more disoriented as far as time is concerned.

One of my friends on the Zoom call commented that it feels like Groundhog Day. That’s the 1993 movie with Bill Murray and Andie MacDowell. The main character is a cynical weather reporter who is covering Ground Hog Day, in Punxsutawney, PA. He gets stuck in a time warp. The same day repeats and repeats and repeats until he gets it right.

The term ‘Groundhog Day’ has come to be part of common conversation. We know what we are saying when we say Groundhog Day. The same thing – over and over, and over. Wikipedia describes the Groundhog Day concept as a “monotonous, unpleasant, and repetitive situation.” Let me say that again. A “monotonous, unpleasant, and repetitive situation.” [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Groundhog_Day_(film)]

Time issues aside, this Corona pandemic is actually exactly like Groundhog Day. A ‘monotonous, unpleasant, and repetitive situation.’ The death rate is greater among people of color. Exactly. Just like it has been. Largely due to economic and health care issues. Which are the consequences of racism. People of Asian ethnicity in this country are afraid not only of the virus but of being targeted by violence during this pandemic. Racism. Racism. Racism. We are seeing the ugly, ‘monotonous, unpleasant, repetitive situation’ of racism play out over and over and over again.

The Corona situation has led to increasingly inhumane treatment of immigrants and those
seeking refuge in this country. Yes, this ties into racism. But we in the US like to think of ourselves as a welcoming country, a melting pot, since most people of the dominant group are descendants of immigrants. But this country also has a history of treating immigrants, outsiders, people who come from other places, as ‘less than.’ Immigrants have been tolerated when labor is needed. And taken advantage of. And treated in an inhumane manner. I know this from my own family. My mother’s parents came as immigrants from Germany, the evil empire of much of the 20th century. And my father’s parents came from the lazy, crime ridden reaches of Italy. In fact, my Italian grandfather, ran a mission in New York City helping immigrants from all countries as they faced abuse and discrimination. So today we see the anti immigrant bigotry of the past repeating again. The same “monotonous, unpleasant, and repetitive situation” is playing out again during these corona days.

And, we see what we have seen before, the inadequacy of the health care system in this country. People with low incomes get less healthcare or no healthcare. Period. It might be somewhat better than it has been but the same syndrome is playing itself out again. As one cartoon portrayed it, You want to get tested for COVID-19? Spit in the face of a rich person. With healthcare tied to employment and unemployment reaching record highs, how are people supposed to access healthcare? Instead of trying to buy votes by providing people with a check for $1200, I would have preferred that the government give every person in this country universal access to world class healthcare. Period. No exceptions. Instead, we see the same “monotonous, unpleasant, and repetitive situation” playing out, yet again around healthcare.

And then, who is at risk in this crisis? The essential workers. Yes, the low paid clerks and care takers who are necessary for the functioning of society. Miners who are crammed together and cannot maintain social distancing. Healthcare workers. People in food production. And transportation. Workers who are largely unseen and ignored and undervalued. Forced to work by financial necessity and societal need. Put at risk. Putting others at risk. The expendables. Dying. Again. “The same monotonous, unpleasant, and repetitive situation.”

The COVID-19 pandemic has also revealed to us the realities of global climate change and the effect of human activity on the planet. We see the clear skies and the sparkling water in this pandemic and are confronted with the truth that we already knew. Scientists have been talking about this at least since Alexander Von Humboldt in the early 19th century. Other scientists in the 1950’s sounded the alarm. Scientists for petroleum companies knew what was coming decades ago. We have been in the same loop, continuing to ignore or minimize the destructive environmental impact of human activity. Even during this pandemic, the government has been easing environmental restrictions and protections. We continue to abuse Mother Earth. The same “monotonous, unpleasant, and repetitive situation.”

So, to me, we do seem to be caught in a Groundhog Day loop – replaying the same situations again and again and again – not because we have no events to punctuate our calendars but because we are continuing the harmful patterns of injustice and abuse that have marked and marred our nation’s history.

In the movie, “Groundhog Day,” Bill Murray lives the same day over and over and over until he gets is ‘right.’ And gets the girl. It is Hollywood, after all. In this pandemic, we are playing the same situation over, and we knew it was coming, and it came. Now, what are we going to do to get it right?

In the sermon we heard from Acts, Paul tells the people, “While God has overlooked the times of human ignorance, nowGod commands all people everywhere to repent.” [Acts 17:30] The word repent means ‘turn around.’ So, what we may not have known in the past, what we may have overlooked, what we may have been blind to, what was too ugly to see, or what could be kept on the down low before social media, is now exposed. We cannot claim ignorance. That we did not know. But we can repent. We can change direction. We can turn around. We can choose to create a different future, one that does not repeat the “monotonous, unpleasant, and repetitive” situations that we have seen over and over and over again. We can get out of that loop. We can change those dynamics.

That’s what our faith is all about. Transformation. Change. Hope. New beginnings. Creating a new future. The commonwealth of God. Paul tells us we are God’s offspring. Capable. Of so much more. It will take time to end the pandemic. To come out of this. And it will take time, energy, creativity, and grace to get out of this bad loop, this time warp, where we see the same injustices play out over and over and over. We need to develop new strategies and methods to produce social change.

Wherever we are, whoever we are, whatever our circumstances, we are having an impact on the present and the future. We can choose to perpetuate the status quo. We can be part of repeating the Groundhog Day scenario. Or we can be part of getting out of the loop. Creating a different future.

Look at how fast we have adapted to the new conditions created by this virus. Everything changed. Virtually over night. This shows us that we are capable of making drastic social changes in a hurry. From the perspective of the Gospel, there can be no going back. We cannot claim ignorance.

I don’t know about you, but I am longing to see restaurants, movies, parks, concerts, museums, airlines, non profits, businesses, government, healthcare, and, of course, faith communities re-open safely.

But I want to see racism, bigotry, healthcare inequity, income inequality, and global warming shut down. For good. Amen.


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Corona Sabbath 9 Reflection Text

Greetings and welcome to Corona Sabbath. This is one of the ways the church is endeavoring to offer spiritual support during these challenging days of COVID-19. We plan to continue to post these weekly until we are able to meet again in person for worship. We appreciate your feedback and suggestions.


We start by listening to a scripture lesson from the Gospel of John, chapter 14:

“Don’t let your hearts be troubled.
You have faith in God;
have faith in me as well.
In God’s house there are many dwelling places;
otherwise, how could I have told you
that I was going to prepare a place for you?
I am indeed going to prepare a place for you,
and then I will come back to take you with me,
that where I am
there you may be as well.
You know the way that leads to where I am going.”


You may have heard the version, In my Father’s house are many rooms. Many rooms. I don’t know about you, but I’m about ready to see another room. One with my grandson in it, if you don’t mind!

Yes, I live in a wonderful home. With many rooms. Filled with many interesting things to do. And two beautiful family members. And three entertaining dogs. And our home has a spacious yard where I can work in the garden and watch the hummingbirds on the firebush plants. And the hawk that likes the panama cherries. And the squirrels chasing each other along the neighbor’s fence. And my house is in a lovely residential neighborhood near two parks where I can bike and walk. And I can still go to my comfortable office at the church with the wonderful windows that look out on the trees and birds and the neighborhood. Oh yes, many rooms!

But there is a mask in my purse that I put on when I go anywhere besides my home or office. There is hand sanitizer in my bag that I use several times a day when I can’t wash my hands. There are Zoom meetings on my calendar each day. And then there is that little twinge when I see an image of people eating close together in a restaurant, or sitting shoulder to shoulder in a pew, or standing pressed together in a crowd – that they are doing something wrong. They shouldn’t be doing that. Oh yeah. That was before Corona. Already I feel rewired to keep my distance. In only a few weeks. How did that happen – so fast?

In God’s house there are many rooms. And here we are in this Corona room. Who expected that? Not the President. And it doesn’t look like there is an escape route. No trick hinge or optical illusion or incantation that will let us out.

So, here we are. In this room. Essentially on lock down. And we will be here for months to come. The CDC is saying no group singing in the schools for up to 2 years. Gulp. Other sources are saying no communion, no hugging, no shaking hands, no passing the peace, no passing the offering plate, no holding hands for the closing circle. World without end. Amen? There is a sense of grief and loss, but there is also opportunity. To minister in new ways. To learn. To grow in faith. To find joy in new ways. To experiment. To connect and build community.

The advisors of our church met this week to talk about ministry opportunities going forward. The advisors will be inviting conversation with the congregation. Since we won’t be going back to the way we were doing things, for a long time, if ever, we are embracing the opportunity to try new things. New ways to be a supportive faith community. New ways to serve the community around us. Why? Here’s my answer: Because life is better with church. For many reasons, life is just better with church (or a faith community).

While I may not like being in the “Corona” room, and I certainly don’t believe in a God that put us in here, I do know that Divine Love is here with us in this Corona time. Suffering. Serving. Sobbing. With us. And there are things we can discover, things that can emerge, things that we can learn, things to be thankful for, and things that spark joy and wonder in this Corona room. While I want to leave this room and see other rooms in God’s house, I know that I can flourish and thrive in this room. And that we as a church, as people of faith, and as a species, can benefit from this time in this space.

I think of the children’s book, The Runaway Bunny by Margaret Wise Brown. The little bunny wants to run away from home. It comes up with all these ideas about where to go. But everywhere the bunny suggests hiding, the mother figures out a way to join the bunny. The bunny considers becoming a fish and swimming away. The mother says she will become a fisherman and catch the little bunny. The bunny thinks about becoming a flower. But the mother says she will become a gardener and find the little bunny. The little bunny imagines going off to join the circus and become a trapeze artist. The mother bunny says then she will become a tightrope walker and find the little bunny. The mother simply won’t let the bunny escape from her love. This is how it is with God. With Divine Love. We may try, but we can’t get away from it. We are always in God. No matter what. In those many rooms. Even during these trying days of this worldwide pandemic.

So, maybe I don’t like this Corona room. I want to see that grandchild. More importantly, I want people to stop dying of this virus, and I want healthcare workers and essential workers to feel safe again. I want to see the end of the racism fueled by this virus. Yes, I want to be done with this, but I know God is here, even in this room, especially in this room, and we will make it through.

I am hopeful that this room will lead to another room, a room where we can live and not be afraid. Where people are healthy and have healthcare. Where every life is sacred and valued. And where we can hug, especially our grandchildren! Amen!


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Corona Sabbath 8 (Mother’s Day) Reflection Text

Greetings and welcome to Corona Sabbath. This is one of the ways the church is endeavoring to offer spiritual support during these challenging days of COVID-19. We will continue to post these weekly until we are able to meet again in person for worship. We appreciate your feedback and suggestions.


We start by listening to two scripture verses that refer to mothers. The first is from the 10 commandments in Exodus:

“Honor your mother and your father, so that you may have a long life in the land that Your God has given to you!” [Exodus 20:12]

The second is from 2 Timothy 1:5:
“I’m reminded of your sincere faith, which first lived in your grandmother Lois, then in your mother Eunice, and now, I’m certain, in you as well.”


Performance artist Marina Abramovic may be best known for her 2010 retrospective at the Museum of Modern Art in New York City. As part of that exhibition she performed “The Artist is Present.” From March 14- May 31, (something like the time frame of our corona lockdown) she sat, all day, every day, in a hard chair in the atrium of the museum with an empty chair across from her. The public lined up, for hours, out the door and down the sidewalk, to sit in the chair opposite Abramovic and to look at her, for as long as they wanted to. There was no speaking involved. She sat down in the morning and got up when the museum closed.

Abramovic physically trained for this exhibition. She ate and drank certain things in specific amounts leading up to and during the exhibit. She did exercises so that her body would hold up to the stillness. She trained her body to a certain schedule that involved not using the bathroom during the entire time she was seated in the atrium each day. This exhibit was very taxing to her body as well as to her psyche.

But Abramovic is no stranger to physical discomfort and pain. In one performance, she placed a collection of 72 objects on a table and invited the public to do what they wanted to her with the items which included a knife and a gun and a bullet. [Rhythm 0, 1974] She did another piece involving laying down in the middle of a burning star-shaped fire. The fire ate the oxygen within the space and Abramovic passed out and was saved from death by a doctor who happened to be in the audience. [Rhythm 5, 1974]

There are many such episodes in the life of Abramovic. According to an article in the Guardian, she is known as a Yugoslavian-born provocateur, and as one of the most significant artists of the second half of the 20th century. [See https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2014/may/12/marina-abramovic-ready-to-die-serpentine-gallery-512-hours%5D

Whatever you think of her, Abramovic is certainly a person of note. Last month she was featured in a Microsoft ad for HoloLens 2. But given a recent accusation of alleged satanism surrounding Abramovic, Microsoft pulled the ad. She is also known for mentoring Lady Gaga and other celebrities. Abramovic has certainly gained world wide notoriety.

For a variety of reasons, I got interested in Marina Abramovic. I find her a fascinating person. Where does she get these ideas? In her own way, she is marvelously creative.

But this is about Mother’s Day, so I want to say something about Abramovic and her relationship with her mother. This is another interesting part of her story. Abramovic was born in Belgrade, now Serbia. Her parents were partisans in World War 2. Her mother saved her father’s life during the war. Both were celebrated national heroes after the war. But Abramovic grew up in a physically and emotionally abusive household. She was beaten. She suffered from mental torment. She was made to wear sturdy unattractive clothing. When she went to bed at night, she was to sleep straight, in the middle of the bed, with the covers pulled neatly over her. When her mother came in to check on her in the night, if she was splayed across the bed, and the sheets were awry, her mother would wake her up and beat her and make her get back into the bed properly. The mother ran the household like it was the army.

As Abramovic grew into adulthood and became an artist, her mother continued to dominate and criticize her daughter. Her mother considered the performances involving her daughter’s naked body to be exhibitionist. She did not express any approval or support for her daughter despite her burgeoning career and fame. As her mother reached the end of her life, Abramovic was a mature adult, an artist of worldwide acclaim. She visited her mother regularly and saw that her mother was properly taken care of. Abramovic continued to show filial devotion to her mother despite their difficult relationship.

After her mother died, Abramovic was going through her mother’s things and she found a box under the bed. And the box was filled with articles from newspapers and magazines about Abramovic and her art. Abramovic realized that her mother did love and respect her. In her own way. This was such a gift. Such a relief. And Abramovic came to see that from her mother she had learned the discipline and focus and strength that had enabled her to carry out her performance art which was so incredibly demanding physically and emotionally. Her mother had actually contributed to her success as an artist. So Marina Abramovic came to be filled with gratitude for what her mother had given to her. What I think is beautiful about Abramovic is that she evolved to the point where she could see a fuller truth about her mother.

Sometimes difficult experiences can help us to learn and grow and to become our best selves. And sometimes this process involves our mothers.

We don’t know what life will bring. Certainly these corona days are filled with uncertainty and suffering. But maybe there are things we can see, and learn, and come to understand from this experience that will benefit us. What are we finding in the box under the bed? Maybe we are learning things that will help us to face future challenges. Maybe we are becoming more aware of all we have to be thankful for. Maybe we are being given gifts through this experience that are difficult to receive but that we will benefit from in some way.

This Mother’s Day, I encourage us to think not only about how we may have been blessed by our mothers or those who have been mothering figures in our lives, but also about how we have been blessed by difficult times in our lives and how we may be being blessed by this corona time.

Divine Love is a mystery. Life is strange. If our hands and hearts are open, we may recognize the gifts we are being given even when they are not candy and flowers. Amen.

As you listen to the music video prepared by Hilton using the pictures of mothers contributed by the church family, you are invited to notice the thoughts and feelings and that arise for you around Mother’s Day.

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