|Hi Everyone. Some of you may have noticed the Anti-Racist Little Library that was installed in front of BUCC a few weeks ago. We had a dedication event for it on the grounds of BUCC on September 26th at 2:00. We reached out to the media and there’s a very nice article on Cleveland.com about it now. Take a look and feel free to share the article with your friends.
|Little library tackles big issues with huge goals|
In addition, the Brecksville magazine had an article describing the library and its dedication.
Several members of our church participated in the Black Lives Matter demonstration in May, 2020. Since then our congregation has been looking for more ways to peacefully advance discussion and awareness on this complicated topic. A Brecksville resident sought us out as a place to install a Little Free Library focused on racism and social justice issues. We agreed to let her install it on our grounds.
On Saturday, September 26, 2020 at 2:00 PM, we dedicated the library recently installed here.
You can view the remarks at the dedication on Facebook by clicking here.
You can “follow” the Little Free Library on Instagram.
If you wish to donate books, please see this Wish List on Amazon.
John Lewis, US Congressman and brave civil rights activist was laid to rest on July 30, 2020.
Brecksville UCC joined many churches throughout Atlanta and the country to ring our bells for 80 seconds. We did so to honor his 80 years of life, and as he put it “getting into good trouble”. See the video below.
Additional information posted this morning by the organizer, Sam Barchet:
Hello everyone! A few important reminders about Tuesday’s event:
Brecksville United Church of Christ joins with our parent organization, the United Church of Christ, in deploring the systemic violence against African Americans in contemporary America. We call on all levels of government and Law Enforcement to consult with African American leadership to build a way forward together, so that the United States’ promise of equal justice for all may be fulfilled.
The Pastor and Congregation of Brecksville United Church of Christ thanks you for your kindness in sharing God’s blessings with us in a monetary fashion.
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In the light of continued guidance from our UCC Association and the Governor of Ohio, we are practicing true social distancing by conducting our Worship Service as a virtual gathering, for the foreseeable future.
At 10:00 AM on Sunday (or whenever we have virtual services) please join us by:
If you wish, you can download and print the BUCC Zoom Instruction Sheet
You can go to our Sunday Bulletins Page or Upcoming Services Page to print out a copy of the bulletin to follow along at home.
Since we cannot “pass the plate” during our virtual service, please see our Giving page to explore and consider other methods of giving to BUCC.
We will be holding our virtual worship service this Sunday at 10:00 AM, from each of our homes.
In addition, we will be sharing Communion together. In order to participate, please obtain a small amount of bread and juice (or wine) for your family, prior to the service. Pastor Allan will direct us what to do during the service.
To connect to our live virtual service at 10:00 AM:
You can print out the bulletin to follow along: Click here to download
From Pastor Allan Lane:
We sit confined in our homes. On dread occasions we find ourselves forced to venture out into a dangerous city for the sake of a roll of toilet paper or a carton of eggs. Out there…out where the virus is hiding, out where the possibility of catastrophic illness looms over every ordinary encounter with another person. It’s a paralyzing time, and the comfortable rhythms of everyday life seem like a receding memory. We fear that fear will be the new normal, and there is literally no place in the world we can go to be safe.
In the midst of all this, it’s easy to start to feel depressed and to grieve, or to be full of anger, at the disruption of our lives, our economy, our retirement, and our security. When will we see our grandchildren, or our parents, again? What is left of the future we imagined?
We are a people in exile from the life we used to know. It’s distressing, and it’s okay to feel that distress, feel that grief, feel that fear, feel that anger.
In Psalm 137, the Psalmist takes us to the shores of the Tigris and Euphrates Rivers, the rivers of Babylon, where the people of Judah have been taken into exile, captives of the Babylonians who besieged and captured Jerusalem. The life they used to know is gone. Their future is unclear. And, like March Breakers on Florida beaches, the Babylonians taunted them with a request to hear some of the Temple songs they used to sing to their God.
The request is a taunt, because as far as the Babylonians were concerned, their god Marduk had destroyed Israel’s god, YHWH–going so far as to destroy YHWH’s temple. The conquerors’ god had proved triumphant. The Babylonian soldiers had swarmed over the broken walls of Jerusalem’s defenses, killing many, and carrying off the rest into this horrible exile in the glittering glory that was Babylon, it’s famous hanging gardens and tall towers looming reminders of the futility of resistance.
“By the rivers of Babylon we sat down and wept when we remembered Zion,” the psalmist writes. The thought of the life they used to know, of the security they used to feel when they were worshipping in YHWH’s temple on Mt. Zion, is too much for the Psalmist and his hearers. It is a time for weeping for the way the world once was, and may never be again.
The first verses of the Psalm, vs. 1-4, express the grief of the captives in their new situation. Life now is nothing like what they were used to, and there’s nothing they can do about it.
In order to deal with their changed circumstances, the Psalmist calls his community to remember in vs. 5-6. Remember who they are, and whose they are. Remember the God whose songs they are being asked to sing, who had rescued them out of oppression in Egypt once before, and who would surely not forget them in Babylon, either.
It’s typical of Hebrew poetry, which didn’t have rhyming verse, to show its poetic nature by a repetitive structure, which emphasizes the point the poet is trying to make. Here we see the call to remember embracing the songs they used to play and to sing.
If I forget you, O Jerusalem,
May my right hand forget [its skill]
May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth
If I do not remember you.
The hand, which plays the harps now hung on the poplars, and the tongue which used to sing the songs of God in the Temple, will be useless in future, if the spirit forgets and does not remember who God is, and what God has done. Jerusalem is likely standing in for God as God’s holy city.
We remember what life has been, and what life will be again when the crisis has passed, so that we have strength to endure what life is in the present. It is difficult, but this, too, shall pass.
Finally, the Psalmist expresses anger in vv. 8-9. Why us? Why is this happening to us? Naturally, they want to strike out at someone. They’re furious with the neighboring Edomites, who not only didn’t help them, but actually cheered the Babylonians on. They’re furious with the invading, enslaving Babylonians, who killed their children, depriving them of a future. And they want revenge.
In a passage that horrifies most people, the Psalmist says, “O Daughter of Babylon, doomed to destruction, happy are those who will pay you back for what you’ve done to us; happy are those who will take your babies and smash them against the rocks.”
We understand the anger, the need to blame someone; we are angry that we are confined to our homes. We are angry that our lives have been disrupted, our savings shot, our favorite restaurants and museums now closed, perhaps never to reopen. We can’t blame the virus for being what it is. But we want to express our anger somehow.
This is the danger zone, as the Psalmist found out. We recoil in horror at an indiscriminate anger that attacks innocent babies in its need for revenge. We reject as outrageous an anger that wants to smash innocent babies’ heads open on rocks. It’s easy to see that anger in others, harder to see it in ourselves, especially when there are those who want to stoke our anger against others as a way to hide their own poor crisis management. The Chinese have blamed Americans for the virus; American leadership is trying to blame the Chinese for shortcomings in our domestic response to this phenomenon of nature. Asian Americans have been insulted and attacked in indiscriminate anger. We must not let ourselves become those who attack innocents out of an anger that can’t reach the real culprit: a virus too small to be seen.
We are a people in exile. We grieve. We mourn. And we remember. We remember that in time, Israel’s exile came to an end. We remember that God called them to return home to a land that was changed, but still their home. They had to rebuild their lives and their civilization. But they had God as their partner, the same God who had called them back from exile, who was now calling them to a new adventure, calling them into a future that was pregnant with new possibilities, into which strode, eventually, Jesus the Messiah. Our exile will end, too, and a new future will lie before us. Hang on in your grief; hang on in your anger; hang on, and remember, for who knows what the God of exile has planned for us next!
If you are skilled at sewing and have extra fabric at home, you can help out during this public health challenge.
The medical system is in need of face masks for general use. Providing these hand made masks to health workers and patients will help conserve surgical masks and extend their life.
To see video instructions, click here.
To get the pattern to print, click –> How-To-Sew-A-Facemask-Instructions.
Stay tuned – we will update this post soon, to tell you where to send or drop off your masks.