MORGAN'S MOMENT...
Memories...
        known to every pastor...
        heart-breaking times
        not worth any salary.
Going to death's door...
        sometimes to tell the news
        sometimes to live the news
        with those who must bear it.
It’s not easy I tell you...
        not worth any pay
        something you do
        when there are no words to say.
I remembered a young marine from Vietnam...
        and a young man on a motorcycle...
        in fact several...
        and one drowned.
Death comes as uninvited reality...
        always too soon for any of us
        but way to soon for the very young
        whose life-journey hit a dead end.
War reminds us of mortality...
        all the more awful In wartime
        when the cause is uncertain
        and politics confuses.
What can we give up for Lent
        that comes near to
        the giving up life
        for a hoped-for cause?
We do well to remember
        that the triumphal entry
        was only a prelude to death
        by a man too young to die.
— Art Morgan 
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MOMENT MINISTRIES
Apr. 4, 2003
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DOOM AND HOPE...
I never was good at Lent. You have to be brought up in a liturgical church I guess. There’s something to be said for a season of sacrifice and meditation about one's soul condition. Must be. Almost all religions have something like it.
There's something about the suffering servant plot that always gets us. That too is found in many religions.
Most Christians tend to gloss over the Lenten period. We’re looking forward to the Easter celebration. Like wanting to eat dessert first.
Wartime is a good Lenten discipline. There is the awful reality of death. The “trial” is confusing. Who is the real bad guy? Why must a good guy suffer? Why does a triumphal entry have to end in an execution?
Why can't we have Easter without soldiers gambling at foot of the cross?
If God can’t/won’t/doesn’t help Jesus, why should we expect help for ourselves?
We follow the plot to the cross, then to the tomb. The good die young. It’s happened too often before. it is happening again.
On Good Friday it is premature to speculate how it will turn out. Actually, at that time there was no hope. Just doom.
I write when troops are waiting to enter Baghdad.
Triumphal entry? Hosannas? What trials and crosses wait? What unexpected twist await? Maybe we'll know by Easter.
 
EASTER at Inavale Farm
Sunday April 20
10a.m.

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A COUNTRY MAN
       I was riding the mower around and around and got thinking of Amos.
       Amos? Who thinks of Amos?
       Well, old preachers sometimes have long memories and are prone to think about things nobody
else thinks about. Or, for that matter, is interested in. That, of course, doesn't stop me.
       After all, I’m out here in the country with my grass to mow and oaks to cut for firewood, with views
of the sheep grazing across the road and rolling hills of Oregon beyond. I can think of Amos as part of
the enforced meditation that happens when you go around and around.
       Why Amos; you must be asking?
       Well, Amos was a country man too. While I watch sheep, he was an actual shepherd. While I trim
oaks, he trimmed sycamore trees.
       There are some things to like about Amos. For one thing the religiously correct didn't like him. I
always think that's a good sign. I always try to read books by scholars that have been excommunicated.
       For another thing, he seemed to have a different idea about what God was all about. For instance, I’ll bet that he would scoff at peace-niks who urge Pray for peace! Just as he would scoff at flag wavers who urge Pray for our troops!
       Why would he scoff at praying? You have to read him to get his drift, but it boils down to the fact
that God already knows what is right. It’s foolish to think anyone can pray God into a desired behavior. It is clear that Amos thinks God has already made clear what is required of God's people. The problem is not God, but us.
       Still another thing I like about Amos is that he didn't just ride around on his mower and stew. Yes,
he stewed all right, but his stewing amounted to something. In fact he explains himself saying:
"It was the Lord who took me from herding my little sheep, and it was the Lord who said to me, ‘Go and prophesy against my people...’"
       It’s one thing to prophesy against bad folks in other lands, and bad folks outside religion, but to
prophesy against people who see themselves as God's darlings, is something else. It’s not easy to stand against your own religion, your own government or your own nation. Heck, I find myself thinking second thoughts before wearing my University of Washington sweatshirt to town where Oregon State University rules. Amos knew no fear, or if he did it didn't stop him.
       Amos had a thing about justice. He didn't say much about war. He was into bigger issues, the
issues that create war. He was into following the money, the rampant ravaging by the greedy. I don't
know what he might say about a war budget but he would say much about the way courts and legislation caters to the rich and delays care for the poor. As a country man, Amos would rail against the kind of gross self-indulgence that consumes earth's resources with little thought for others now or in the future.
       Our Old Testament professor told us that we should always read Amos out loud, and when we
read it, don't just speak it, but shout!
       The last thing I want to say about Amos—as I make a run toward the final patch of unmoved
grass—is his idea of doom. I hoped I wouldn't have to mention it. But Amos had the idea that this is a
moral universe. There is judgment and punishment in history. Sooner or later the rich and arrogant
tyrants get their due. What goes around comes around. Those who fail to understand that what God
requires is justice and mercy and kindness and humility will simply bring themselves and their children
and their children's children to ruin.
       He was not the most popular man in town. Like other true prophets, he was driven back to his
sheep and sycamore trees. Who needs that kind of doom-talk? Even if it turns out to be true?
Art Morgan, April 3, 2003