Friday, April 17, 2015

Announcements Through April 21st

  • taize service WILL be held Tuesday, April 21 in CHURCH.  Spend some quiet time at the end of the day with meditation, music and scripture readings. ALL ARE  invited to attend.


  • PARISH LIFE INVITES YOU ~
    Thursday, April 30 ~ 6:30 PM to Join us at ~
    Poco and Mom’s Cantina ~ Banquet Room
    Located at 7000 E. Tanque Verde (SW Corner of Sabino Canyon) Entrees range from $7 - 12 each.  Gracias!  Reservation Sheets in back of Church

  • Please return your UTO (United Thank Offerings envelopes no later than May10th. There are extra UTO envelopes on the usher’s table. We thank you for your generosity!

  • STEWARDSHIP BY THE NUMBERS

    Alleluia!  The Lord is Risen indeed!  How does our money and the stewardship we exercise over it relate to the message of Easter?  It may be as simple as saying:  I believe Jesus rose from the dead.  I believe that Jesus’ risen life can be experienced in word and sacrament.  I believe Jesus intended his followers to be part of a community of faith.  I give sacrificially so that the ongoing ministry of justice, peace, and reconciliation can be lived out in Jesus’ Name.
    This year’s Special Easter Offering, of over $6,000, is for the needs of our St. Michael household – to restore the wood of our church entrance, repair our organ and to replace funds we have borrowed from ourselves the past few years to cover deficits in our annual budget.  Many faithful stewards of our parish have died in recent years.  We want to encourage many good works and outreach to the poor and homeless in our community and health promotion ministry in Guatemala, so the Discretionary Fund, Social Action, Meals Program, Food Pantry, and Guatemala Project have regular collections.  The parish supports all of these ministries.  Thank you for your faithful stewardship to our parish work.  Jesus is “indeed” risen and the Holy Spirit is moving among us!  

Friday, April 18, 2014

A Meditation for Good Friday



Meditation for Good Friday, 2014
St. Michael and All Angels Episcopal Church
By Karen Funk Blocher

Matthew 27:45-47 (NRSV): 45 From noon on, darkness came over the whole land until three in the afternoon. 46 And about three o’clock Jesus cried with a loud voice, “Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?” that is, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” 47 When some of the bystanders heard it, they said, “This man is calling for Elijah.” 

Mark 15:33-35 (NRSV): 34 At three o’clock Jesus cried out with a loud voice, “Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani?” which means, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” 35 When some of the bystanders heard it, they said, “Listen, he is calling for Elijah.” 

Here we have the only thing Jesus is reported as saying from the cross in more than one Gospel, and the only saying from him that is reported in its original language (Aramaic). Those otherwise unfamiliar words make the quote stand out all the more for modern English-speaking readers, and are necessary to our understanding why people might have thought he was calling on the prophet Elijah. But the English words “My God, My God, what have you forsaken me?” would be memorable in any case. Who would otherwise suspect that the Son of God, “one in being with the Father,” as the Nicene Creed puts it, would feel abandoned by the Father, let alone shout it from the cross, moments before his death?

There are a number of theories about why Jesus said this, each designed to emphasize his Divinity, his humanity, or just his general awesomeness. Some people point out that this is the first line of the 22nd Psalm, the same one we hear every year on Good Friday. The psalm of the suffering servant, it begins with these anguished words, and goes on with a tale of woe that seems to be fulfilled at Golgotha: the mockery by others, and the casting of lots for the sufferer’s clothing. But the psalm ends in renewed faith and praise of the Lord. In saying just that first line of the psalm, one theory goes, Jesus is expecting his hearers, who would know the psalm from memory, to run the whole thing through in their minds. Far from being an expression of despair and loss of faith, Jesus is in effect offering one last rabbinical lesson from the cross, saying, “See, this is what I am doing, in fulfillment of the Father’s plan. Praise him!” Or something like that.

Somehow, such an explanation sounds too sanitized and comforting to fit in with the extremity of the situation. So does Theory #2, which goes back to the earliest days of Christianity. In this scenario, Jesus was born human, and was infused with divine Spirit at his baptism in the Jordan. That which is divine in Jesus leaves its human vessel on the cross. Truly abandoned by God, in this fashion if not in the grand scheme of things, the again-human Jesus cries out and dies. The problem with this theory is that it means that God, in the person of the Son, doesn’t see things through and truly experience the death. The sacrifice would appear to be incomplete, and therefore in vain.

But what if Jesus, as we believe, is fully God and fully human at the same time, all the way through the moment of death? That would mean that Jesus experienced it all as a human, while still maintaining his divinity. What, then, are we to make of crying out his feeling of abandonment by the part of himself that went beyond human flesh? If he was divine to the very end, he would know that he was not truly abandoned, and that this was all part of the plan he had repeatedly spoken of to both friends and enemies. But he would still feel abandoned. What could be more human than feelings of abandonment and betrayal, even when intellectually you know better, or when in your better moments you at least have faith that you are not forgotten? Even without the extremity of going from being celebrated by crowds to being tortured by enemies while friends do nothing, we share in this feeling…

…when we languish in a hospital or care facility for days or weeks, with hardly a visitor and the strong suspicion that the doctors and nurses either don’t know what is happening or are withholding information…

…when we face a financial crisis, and no one seems willing or able to help…

…when we are robbed or cheated, and police show no interest in the situation…

…when family members leave us, in divorce, discord or death.

That fascinating and faintly blasphemous musical, Jesus Christ Superstar, shows us a Jesus who suffers and has doubts, who argues with God and despairs but ultimately goes through with the chosen Way of the Cross. This view of Jesus may be a tad too skeptical for believers, but the emotion of it feels eminently believable, even for a man who was also God. 

Perhaps the real Jesus, at the end of the longest, most difficult day of his life, truly felt abandoned, by Man if not by God. In crying out the words of the Psalm, perhaps he was reminding himself, as well as any witnesses, that God never promised a lack of suffering – and that even in the most extreme of situations, God was still there to be cried out to.

Monday, January 18, 2010

The Prophetic Sign

The new prophetic sign, painted by artist and parishioner Bob Bennett, was dedicated on Sunday, January 16th with readings, prayers and blessings. Here are some photos of the occasion:











More photos on the news blog.

All photos by KFB

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Christmas Music, 2009

Here is some visual evidence of this year's Christmas music at the Episcopal Parish of St. Michael and All Angels. Sorry, no audio!



At St. Michael's, the Christmas services begin with the 5 PM Family Mass on Christmas Eve. This is the service at which children help to set up the creche amid the appropriate Gospel readings and carols. Here, Father Smith leads the congregation in a Christmas carol. The woman at the piano, Better Miller, flies in every Thanksgiving and Christmas and plays for us. (She's mostly here to visit family.)



A major feature of music at St. Michael's is the Aeolian-Skinner pipe organ, which I photographed extensively years ago. In a loft at the back of the church is the antiphonal organ, seen here. It's an extra section of pipes far away from the main organ, which is housed in a chamber behind the church sanctuary.



The other main source of music at St. Michael's is the parish choir, directed by Jane Haman, who also plays the organ. Their Christmas performance is the "midnight" mass on Christmas Eve, which actually starts at 10 PM with carols and bible readings. They are supplemented by a string quartet - or is it a trio?



Aha. The fourth instrument in the quartet is the organ, played here by parishioner and choir member Keith Hege. Chuck Haman turns the pages.



The string players are the evening's "hired guns."



There is a Mass held early Christmas morning, but I'm sure you'll understand when I say I always skip that one, attending "just" the other three. The other Mass of Christmas Day is at 10:15 AM. Jane, Chuck and the choir take a well-deserved day off, and composer (and retired English teacher from the St. Michael's Parish Day School) Alan Schultz plays instead. Both his original music and the classical pieces he selects tend to put the organ through its paces, showing off the range of notes a few thousand pipes can produce. My favorite bits are when he has a "call and response" between the pipes behind the sanctuary and the antiphonal pipes in back.



There are openings to the right and left of the sanctuary, through which banks of pipes can be seen. It took me a few tries to get the shot, but I kind of like the underlit versions.



Here's a better shot of the same pipes and poinsettia, taken with flash.

Karen

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Images of Michaelmas by Reed Karaim

From St. Michael & All Angels Arts



Ready to Support St. Michael!




Blessing the City.


Mariachi Brillante Juvenil.

All photos copyright 2009 by Reed Karaim.

Images of Michaelmas by Jim Peterson


St. Michael icon, Michaelmas 2009
From St. Michael & All Angels Arts



Carrying in the St. Michael icon


During the Mass.


Blessing the City.


Mariachi Brillante Juvenil.

All photos copyright 2009 by Jim Peterson.

Sunday, February 08, 2009

From the Camera of Sue Peyron

Sue has forwarded some photos she's taken at church over the last couple of years, including a series of pictures from a Casa Maria night lst summer. Other photos date back to 2007, and feature Rev. Angela Emerson, Proscovia King and lots of other folks. Enjoy!

Sunday, Apr 21, 2007


From the Picasa album St. Michael & All Angels Arts


Tuesday, May 8, 2007









Friday, August 1, 2008






More of Sue's photos can be seen in the Casa Maria section of our Ministries page. Thanks, Sue!

Thursday, January 01, 2009

Breaking the Code

Freely adapted from the Outpost Mâvarin entries Breaking the Code and The Year That Doesn't End.

The Episcopal Parish of St Michael and All Angels, 602 North Wilmot Road, Tucson AZ 85711

My sleep schedule has gotten upended in recent weeks, with me sleeping mostly at night - what a concept! That has resulted in me posting in the morning, which historically I almost never did except at the end of a long night of working on the entry. But Tuesday night I was up all night wrangling HTML for the St. Michael and All Angels web site, and afterward I had to sleep before doing anything else.

I pretty much spent all of Wednesday fussing with the St. Michael's site some more, with way more expert assistance from Julie B than anyone could reasonably expect. Every one of the main pages now has a cool individualized header similar to the one at the top of this entry, and color coordinated links at the bottom, and much less text that looks tiny because of a difference of opinion between GoDaddy (which likes modern span tags) and SeaMonkey (which likes old-fashioned font tags). Thanks to Julie, some of the pages are now linked to a style sheet that simplifies the formatting a bit, but I still have much work ahead of me streamlining everything. If being a geek is defined as technological competence, then the day has been a blow to my geek standing. I really, really don't understand css (cascading style sheets) well at all. But I'll learn. I will!

And look what I've gotten from all my efforts to solicit links, update pages and submit technical stuff to Google. As of yesterday, a search for the terms "St. Michael Church Tucson" did not have the church's home page on on first three screens. Only the schedule page showed up, and the old version of the site on mavarin.com, and some malcontent griping about St. Michael's on a blog one day. Google didn't even know about some incoming links that I knew existed, including from Episcopal Church USA and my blog sidebars. But look at the result I got late Wednesday afternoon ago for "St. Michael's Church Tucson," which previously had similar results:



We were the third entry on the first page, right behind two links for St. Michael's Parish Day School. Fair enough: they have a bunch of links from sites about schools, and have had a considerable web presence much longer than the church itself. I've been the church webmaster exactly five years, and frankly I coasted along on static pages (read: stale and unchanging) for much of that time.

But now the pages are bright and new, with nicer graphics and somewhat better coding. Some of them even have dynamic content, after a fashion. The Community page now has two slideshows, fed from the same Picasa albums that store graphics for the church's news and arts blogs. As I upload more photos, they'll be in the slideshows as well. The main Sermons page has a widget showing the most recent entries on the Sermons podcast blog, to which Father Smith will upload more sermons any year now. And the home page and schedule page both feature a widget for recent entries on the news blog. Next I'm hoping to find a widget for the Seasons page that can tell you which liturgical season it is right now, and maybe even how such things are calculated. For the moment I've settled for links to two liturgical calendars that list all the feast days and link to each day's Lectionary readings.

Wednesday night I was so distracted by the Casa Maria section at the bottom of the Ministries page, which refused to align left no matter what I did, that I lost track of the time. When midnight came, I was typing a "div" tag. John gave me a heads up on the time, and I rushed to turn on Dick Clark, kiss John and grab some sparkling Martinelli's cider, pretty much in that order. We missed the ball drop; it was probably 12:01 AM when we kissed. Ah, well, close enough. We marveled about Dick Clark still hanging in there, years after his stroke, acknowledged that neither of us cared for the show's music (admittedly on the basic of one or two songs only), and John soon turned his DVD of the British series Spaced back on. Happy New Year, John, and can you tell me how to fix the alignment on this table?

We got the alignment problem fixed, and sometime after midnight I happened to refresh the Google search. This is what I saw:




As reasonable as it seems that a search for "St. Michael's Church Tucson" would point to a church in Tucson called St. Michael's as its first result, I had recently despaired of ever getting Google to do that on the basis of my amateur webgeekery. So the year ends on a slight up note. I don't have a job, but at least I managed to accomplish something as the parish webmaster.

Happy New Year, folks!

Karen

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

The Dregs of Christmas

Adapted from The Dregs of Christmas on Outpost Mâvarin:



What are you supposed to do with the other 11 days of Christmas?

The only way some people know there was ever more than one day of Christmas is from that song with the partridge in a pear tree. For them, Christmas ends with the first serving of turkey or ham, or with the opening of the day's last gift on December 25th. Father Smith mentioned in his Christmas sermon this year that early in his priesthood he once saw a discarded Christmas tree with tinsel and a few broken ornaments by a dumpster, at 9 AM on Christmas morning. I'm guessing that was a corporate tree, an office tree. Or maybe it was the tree of some divorced parent whose visitation ended with Christmas Eve, and did not want the reminder of a Christmas without the kid lingering in a lonely apartment.

In the retail and secular world, it's the run up to Christmas that matters, the shopping and the music, the decorating and the anticipation. Once the gifts are unwrapped and the food is eaten and the in-laws go home, Christmas is over. Time to take the tree down, put the Christmas music away, and figure out how to use up the rest of the turkey.

But in some Christian denominations, including the Episcopal Church USA, the run up to Christmas is the four weeks of Advent. Liturgically, it's about preparing for the coming of Jesus, not just historically but at the end of the world, whatever and whenever that may be. I personally find the whole "end times" concept problematic at best, but the practical side of it is essentially carpe diem. If we don't mess things up too badly and don't get hit by too big an asteroid, and if Jesus doesn't decide to return when everything is mediocre as usual, then our species and our planet may survive for thousands more years. We as individuals, however, won't be there. It thus doesn't really matter at the individual level whether the world ends sooner or later, as long as you don't mess things up for everyone else. My high school boyfriend, Dan Cheney (no relation), was convinced by a Hal Lindsey paperback that the world would end in 1986. He was mistaken, but his personal world on Earth ended in 1978, courtesy of a drunk driver during Spring Break. My take-away from all this: we really don't know when the world will end (and Jesus said as much), and we don't know (in most cases) when our own lives will end. It therefore makes sense to prepare for all possibilities. It's like Gandhi said:

“Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.” - Mahatma Gandhi

So much for my mildly heretical take on Advent. But what comes next on the Church calendar? That would be Christmas. The observance starts the evening before, and runs through the Feast of the Holy Name (January 1, commemorating the christening of Jesus) and into Epiphany (January 6, commemorating the arrival of the Magi). The liturgical focus is on Jesus being revealed to the world - through the angels and the shepherds, those astrologers from the East (whose number is not given in the Bible, and who probably weren't kings), the people at the christening and John and Yahweh on the banks of the Jordan.

From the Picasa photo album Life at St. Michael and All Angels

So what am I supposed to do about it? In Western culture, you can't completely avoid the story of the birth of Jesus. It's almost become a stale cliche, and you certainly don't need me to tell you about it. The best I can hope for is to touch lightly on the subject here, and hope I'm not being too annoying. Oh, and there's one more thing I need to do. As Nancy reminds me, this is my year to back the St. Michael's Epiphany cake. Now, what did I do with that plastic thimble?

What else should I be up to? At the moment, the mundane part of these additional days of Christmas involve using up the turkey and washing an endless supply of self-regenerating dirty dishes. There's also the ceremonial using of the gift cards and the purchase of additional gifts were missed in our austerity Christmas frugality. Gift cards from my godson's family and my friend Kevin got me most of the way to DVDs of Doctor Who: The Infinite Quest and Prince Caspian with all the extras, and I got John the calendars he needs for home and work, at the post-Christmas half-off price. Barnes and Noble completely let me down on books from my Amazon wishlist: no Scalzi hardcovers, no recent McCaffrey Pern book, no James Burke at all, no Doctor Who books of any sort, no Patricia C. Wrede I didn't already have, no copies of L'Engle's last book (which I ordered online from another gift certificate) or the audio edition thereof. It's getting to where Amazon is the only place to get anything but current bestsellers or royalty-free classics.

What does popular culture say this time is for? One goes back to the office, right? But I can't do that, being still unemployed after nearly four months. Yesterday I turned down my most pathetic lead yet, for a strictly temp job in a position (Accounts Payable) ranked below anything I've done recently, for less money than I was making before I had an accounting degree. And of course I felt guilty about it, but I've got to believe that something better will come along, not necessarily at the level I'm used to or better, but certainly better than that. It's also time to make close-of-tax-year donations (we need to get the old cars hauled away - but then, we say that every year) and start thinking about New Year's resolutions.



I guess for me, it's time to crack open the accounting books that just arrived UPS, and sign up for one of the online seminars I recently paid for. Jesus is here and Jesus is coming, and I don't know whether I have one day to live or another fifty. I'd better get moving, preparing for the possibilities.

Karen

Sunday, December 07, 2008

Scenes from the Advent International Bazaar 2008

As seen by my camera on Sunday after Mass:


Mayan textiles (I think)


Busy shoppers in the Parish Center.


Native American crafts.


Crafts from Ten Thousand Villages.


Native performers in the Labyrinth.


Another Aztec Dancer arrives...


...and two more behind him, as Kevin looks on.