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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>Meditations for merchant mariners working in America and abroad from the maritime chaplains at the Seamen’s Church Institute.</description><title>CHAPLAINSBLOG</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @chaplainsblog)</generator><link>http://chaplainsblog.seamenschurch.org/</link><item><title>Lent - "Sacred Spring"</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;The 40 days of fasting and repentance known as Lent began today for millions of Christians around the world.It is a solemn time that Christians use as a preparation to observe the holiest days of the Christian’s year, the days of our Lord’s passion, death and resurrection.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We prepare ourselves for Holy Week and Easter by scrutinizing our lives through prayer, fasting, self-denial, and meditation on God’s holy Word.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;The Church begins Lent with a solemn fast on a Wednesday each year which has come to be called “Ash Wednesday.”&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Our preparation to celebrate eternal life at Easter begins by reminding us that we are mortal and that we are fallen. We do this by placing a small amount of ash upon our forehead as sign to us of our mortality.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;D&lt;span&gt;espite all of our attempts to fight it we are mortal.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We have an end point.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We are limited and frail and finite.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We just “ain’t” quite as important as we think we are.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As we have a beginning, so too do we have an end.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We are creatures of dust. We are made of dust and to dust we shall return.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We are here for only a season, and yet we act as if we have all the time in the world.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Coming to grips with one’s mortality is the hardest challenge for any human being to face.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Despite all of our attempts to deny it, we are fallen.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We are sinners.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We are more often than not, hypocrites, actors on a stage motivated by the applause and approval of others rather than God. We constantly fail God and fail one another.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Today is the time to describe explicitly all the ways we have failed both as individuals and as a community and to say “I’m sorry.”&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Lord, I did this. Nobody else.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I accept responsibility for my actions.” Today is the time to say “I intend, with your help to amend my life.”&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;The Church calls us to this solemn fast and reminds us of our mortal and fallen human nature with the express intent that you and I will know and feel to the depths of our soul what a wonderful and awesome gift of grace and mercy has been given to us by Jesus Christ our Savior and then to live lives of graciousness and mercy to others.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chaplainsblog.seamenschurch.org/post/18081795383</link><guid>http://chaplainsblog.seamenschurch.org/post/18081795383</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Feb 2012 14:29:03 -0500</pubDate><dc:creator>frmcn</dc:creator></item><item><title>I'm Tired - But Jesus Got Tired Too!</title><description>&lt;p&gt;As I sit down to write this, I’m tired - I’ve not returned home from out of state activities until Saturday evening for the last 2 weeks, and that before needing to be in church no later than 7:00 the next morning for a full day of Sunday services. Of course, there were also chores on the home front and the needs of aging parents to be considered, as well as another out of town meeting early tomorrow morning. As I said, I’m tired - physically, emotionally, and mentally drained, and the only thing holding me together right now is God. If not for God, I’d have already completely fallen apart.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Now, everybody’s been that tired sometime in their lives, probably this very week. You know what I’m talking about because you, too, one time or another, have collapsed in God’s arms for sustaining care. We come together in our common experience of exhaustion and in our shared experience of God’s help. It’s precious.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Being tired is something to which we can all relate. So many demands are constantly made on our time, our energy, our selves, that we regularly feel overwhelmed and worn out. Job, home, kids, marriage, other people, hobbies, telephones that keep ringing all the time: we want to shout, “take me away!” People go away for a weekend just to get a little rest. Moms lock themselves up in the bathroom just to have a little peace and quiet. We lie in bed in the morning, knowing it’s time to get up and get going but wishing we could just lie there a little longer. Often it seems as though we’re tired most of the time.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;As Chaplain Marge reminded us last week:&lt;br/&gt;    Our mariners are set apart from their families and communities as they travel the globe ensuring the continuance of world commerce, so essential for our present way of life. As they go from port to port, they are strangers in foreign lands, and even when they go home, they still remain somewhat of a stranger. In the time they have been at sea, family dynamics have changed. Perhaps a new child has been born, perhaps the children are older and are presenting more challenging behaviors, and perhaps someone has become seriously ill or has died. For many and various reasons, things are just never the same as when they last left. By the time they have all re-adjusted, it is time to go to sea once again.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well my friends, Jesus got that tired too. Beginning at Verse 21 in Chapter 1 of his gospel, Mark relates for us one of those days in our Lord’s life when too much happened in too little time. Jesus’s day began with a bang and kept on going that way well into the night. It was the Sabbath, so Jesus went to the synagogue to worship, as was his custom. His quiet time there place was shattered by a demon out whom he promptly cast. The people marveled at his power, and after worship they couldn’t stop talking about what had happened. Jesus and his friends went to Peter’s house for lunch. When they got there, they found Peter’s mother-in-law sick with a fever. Giving us all a beautiful example of how to care for mothers-in-law, Jesus healed her. He touched her and took her fever away immediately. News of this healing traveled as quickly as the news of the earlier healing in the synagogue, and, combined, they caused all the people of the region to come to Jesus, bringing their sick and those possessed by demons. What was supposed to have been a quiet day of rest for our Lord finally ended when it was dark, and a great number of people, now healed, had been given normal, healthy lives. Then everybody left. It was time to sleep. But not for Jesus. He was too wound up and exhausted, so while it was still dark, he went off to a lonely place and prayed.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Our Lord was always tired because the people came to him so much. Leprous, blind, dying, crippled, they all came to him for healing. Remember the story of the man let down through the roof? Jesus was teaching in a house. The crowd was so great already that there was no more room, no way for anybody to get in. So some people peeled back the roof and with ropes lowered their crippled friend right in front of Jesus (Mark 2:1-12). Everybody wanted a piece of the Lord. Many came, asking nothing more than to touch the fringe of his garment because those who touched it were made well (Matthew 14:36). Great crowds followed Jesus all the time. He healed them. He fed them. He taught them. He gave them so much of himself that his own family worried about his health. Matthew tells us that the Lord’s mother and brothers once came to take him home, hoping to force him to rest (Matthew 12:46).&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The reason the people mobbed Jesus that way was that he was the only One who had ever been able to help them so well. Nobody else ever did the things he did. They knew he was special. Nicodemus spoke the popular opinion when he said, “Teacher, we know that you come from God, for no one can do these signs that you do unless God is with him” (John 3:2). The people knew Jesus was special. He is special because he is God, our only Savior.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When it all got to be too much for Jesus, he went away: Six separate times the Gospels tell us that Jesus went away by himself. He especially liked to go up into the mountains. He went away and prayed. Even on the night before his death, in the closing moments before his arrest, Jesus went to be alone for a while and to pray.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;What a beautiful vision of the Lord Jesus this is. He is true God, who has the power to heal all those who were brought to him. And he is true man, who got tired from overwork. He is God with us, able to sympathize with us in our experiences of life.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Like Jesus, we as well like to get away when it gets to be too much. It feels good to leave all the pressure behind and go someplace. Unlike Jesus, however, we don’t get as much out of our get-aways as he did because we don’t do with them what he did when he went away. Jesus went away to pray. We just go away.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;For our Lord, rest from all the tension of life came through prayer and quiet time with his Father in heaven. Rest came not just from “doing nothing,” but from taking all that he had to do and giving it to God. Our real rest comes in the same way, when we spend time with God.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Jesus frequently spent all night in prayer. It simply fascinates me that he could give up a whole night’s sleep and still be refreshed in the morning. When I lose a night’s sleep, I’m a mess. How did he do it? His rest, his recreation, came from God. So often when we’re lucky enough to sleep a few extra hours or to have a few extra days off, we’re still tired. David learned this fact and prayed, “Return, O my soul, to your rest” (Psalm 116:7).&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;We all need to pray more. The more tired we are the more we need to pray. This means more than just the same old prayers we pray regularly, the mealtime prayers and the prayers we recite from memory. Good as those prayers are, we need along with them to pray prayers that open up our lives to God as we give everything to him. Before choosing his disciples, Jesus prayed all night for guidance. Before he asked them, “Who do you say that I am?” he prayed all night. We too have been invited by him to pray without ceasing.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Jesus said, “Come unto me all you who labor and are heavy laden and I will give you rest” (Matthew 11:28). Just as he went to his Father for rest, we’ll find our rest in Him also, in the Father and in our Savior. When we pour out the concerns of our life to him, telling him all that’s going on, all that’s making us tired, he takes those things away from us and makes the burden his own. Then it doesn’t weigh us down anymore. We need to pray, to “spill out our guts” to God, to share with him our life. When we try to live it alone, without him, all we get is tired.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Jesus prayed. On the cross he prayed. While he was hanging there between heaven and earth, dying to pay for all of our sins and to make us one with God, to open up the way of communication between God and us, he prayed. “Father, into your hands I commit my spirit.” His last words were a prayer. Jesus gave it all to God, and God sustained him. God raised him from the dead, and he lives today. He lives in us and calls us to give it all to God also, to pray so that we may finally find rest for our souls also.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And such rest may be found, my friends, in Jesus’ name.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chaplainsblog.seamenschurch.org/post/17493954212</link><guid>http://chaplainsblog.seamenschurch.org/post/17493954212</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Feb 2012 12:02:29 -0500</pubDate><dc:creator>chapwin</dc:creator></item><item><title>Healing Hands</title><description>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyrs0lam5k1r0fhor.jpg"/&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mark 1: 29-34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Jesus left the synagogue at Capernaum, and entered the house of Simon and Andrew, with James and John.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now Simon’s mother-in-law was in bed with a fever, and they told him about her at once.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He came and took her by the hand and lifted her up.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then the fever left her, and she began to serve them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span&gt;That evening, at sundown, they brought to him all who were sick or possessed with demons.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And the whole city gathered around the door.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And he cured many who were sick with various diseases, and cast out many demons; and he would not permit the demons to speak, because they knew him.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;This Sunday, we hear about the second miracle healing in Mark’s Gospel. Clearly, one of the messages that Jesus brings to all is God’s unconditional love, faithfulness, compassion, and desire that all may be made well and whole. Those who were ill or who were possessed by demons were frequently shunned by society: they were set apart. Restoring them to health and wholeness restored them to community, necessary for one’s well-being. We also note the appropriate response of the one healed. When Simon’s mother-in-law’s fever left, she began to serve or minister to them. This was not because she was well and had to get back to “women’s work,” rather, because she had been healed, in gratitude she reached out to others in sharing God’s healing love.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Our mariners are set apart from their families and communities as they travel the globe ensuring the continuance of world commerce, so essential for our present way of life. As they go from port to port, they are strangers in foreign lands, and even when they go home, they still remain somewhat of a stranger. In the time they have been at sea, family dynamics have changed. Perhaps a new child has been born, perhaps the children are older and are presenting more challenging behaviors, and perhaps someone has become seriously ill or has died. For many and various reasons, things are just never the same as when they last left. By the time they have all re-adjusted, it is time to go to sea once again.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So, we connect with God in prayer for strength, guidance, healing and restoration with our families and those others we leave behind.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Litany for Healing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Officiant&lt;/strong&gt; Let us name before God those for whom we offer our prayer: (silently or aloud) God the Father, your will for all people is health and salvation;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People&lt;/strong&gt; We praise you and thank you, O Lord.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Officiant&lt;/strong&gt; God the Son, you came that we might have life, and might have it more abundantly;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People&lt;/strong&gt; We praise you and thank you, O Lord.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Officiant&lt;/strong&gt; God the Holy Spirit, you make our bodies the temple of your presence;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People&lt;/strong&gt; We praise you and thank you, O Lord.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Officiant&lt;/strong&gt; Holy Trinity, one God, in you we live and move and have our being;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People&lt;/strong&gt; We praise you and thank you, O Lord.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Officiant&lt;/strong&gt; Lord, grant your healing grace to all who are sick, injured, or disabled, that they may be made whole;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People&lt;/strong&gt; Hear us, O Lord of life.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Officiant&lt;/strong&gt; Grant to all who seek your guidance, and to all who are lonely, anxious, or despondent, a knowledge of your will and an awareness of your presence;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People&lt;/strong&gt; Hear us, O Lord of life.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Officiant&lt;/strong&gt; Mend broken relationships, and restore those in emotional distress to soundness of mind and serenity of spirit.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People&lt;/strong&gt; Hear us, O Lord of life.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Officiant&lt;/strong&gt; Bless physicians, nurses, and all others who minister to the suffering, granting them wisdom and skill, sympathy and patience;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People&lt;/strong&gt; Hear us, O Lord of life.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Officiant&lt;/strong&gt; Grant to the dying peace and a holy death, and uphold by the grace and consolation of your Holy Spirit those who are bereaved.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People&lt;/strong&gt; Hear us, O Lord of life.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Officiant&lt;/strong&gt; Restore to wholeness whatever is broken by human sin, in our lives, in our nation, and in our world;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People&lt;/strong&gt; Hear us, O Lord of life.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Officiant&lt;/strong&gt; You are the Lord who does wonders. You have declared your power among the peoples. With you, O Lord is the well of life, and in your light we see light.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People&lt;/strong&gt; Hear us, O Lord of life. Heal us and make us whole.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Officiant&lt;/strong&gt; Let us pray: Lord our God, accept the fervent prayers of your people; in the multitude of your mercies, look with compassion upon us and all who turn to you for help; for you are gracious, lover of souls, and to you we give glory, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, now and forever. &lt;strong&gt;Amen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chaplainsblog.seamenschurch.org/post/17075170753</link><guid>http://chaplainsblog.seamenschurch.org/post/17075170753</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Feb 2012 00:00:05 -0500</pubDate><category>healing</category><category>separation</category><category>change</category><category>readjustment</category><category>litany</category><category>prayer</category><dc:creator>chaplainmarge</dc:creator></item><item><title>Glimpses of the Kingdom at Customer Service: Treasure Found in a Travel Day Lost</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyivysQZaB1r1ctj7.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“There but for the Grace of God go I.”&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;These are often my thoughts when I pass some poor fellow with a breakdown or a flat tire on the shoulder of an Interstate.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;“I’m sure glad that’s not me…”&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;For chaplains, car trouble can mean missing getting underway on a towboat or being a “no show” as guest speaker or preacher. And while changing a flat tire is a simple task, it often results in soiled clothing, dirty hands, scraped knuckles and an occasional wrenched back. On top of aggravation and inconvenience, breakdowns are stressful. Even the most confident travelers can’t avoid feeling vulnerable, exposed and on-edge when stranded in their car late at night, all alone and miles from the nearest town.&lt;/p&gt;



&lt;p&gt;Late one Sunday night I became that “poor fellow” at the side of the road.&lt;/p&gt;



&lt;p&gt;While driving on the interstate, a dashboard light showed one of my tires was low on air. I pulled over and saw immediately the left rear tire was nearly flat, and what little air remained was audibly hissing out. Owing to the remote location, I opted to try to make it to the next exit. I emptied a can of aerosol “flat fixer” and coaxed the ailing vehicle 11 miles to the next exit, unsure how, when or if my journey would resume.&lt;/p&gt;



&lt;p&gt;Not surprisingly the service stations at the exit were already closed. I nursed the car to a hotel parking lot, hoping for a room. Luckily, they had one. I checked in, but slept little from dread of the day ahead.&lt;/p&gt;



&lt;p&gt;The following day I sat in the waiting room of the Honda dealership as Craig, their service technician (and choir director at the local Cumberland Presbyterian church) worked on my Honda. The dealership is about 10 miles from the Interstate in downtown Clarksville.&lt;/p&gt;



&lt;p&gt;Through all of this I was reminded of the goodness in ordinary people, no matter how dismissed or disrespected they may be by the wealthy and powerful.&lt;/p&gt;



&lt;p&gt;In all candor, I had a most pleasant morning, due in large part to the willing and even cheerful self-forgetfulness in evidence at every “service desk” at which I alighted. Even though her store didn’t stock the tire I needed, I hold up the example of Kirsten, the wife of an army sergeant, who holds down a day-job as an auto service cashier at a Wal-Mart in Oak Grove, just outside the gates of Fort Campbell.  Despite numerous other things going on, Kirsten took time to call more than a dozen other places where I would have looked for a tire. Even though she came up dry, she could tell me where NOT to go. Her Wal-Mart colleagues, Julio and his assistant, cheerfully removed my old tire and neatly mounted the “donut” emergency spare tire. I tried to pay them but they refused. They seemed sorry not to be able to fix what was wrong, and all three smiled and waved as I headed out on my quest.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The same was true at Firestone some 11 miles further down the road. At Firestone’s service counter was Matt who, despite a filled waiting room and the many needful items on his list, was eager to help me. Matt didn’t have my tire in stock either, but determined where I could find the needle-in-a-haystack tire my Honda needed. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Long story short: much to my surprise, even those who did have the tire I needed,  who could easily have exploited the situation and used my relative vulnerability to ramp up the cost, did not. Marty, Honda’s service manager, despite a lot filled with cars left for servicing by his regular customers, squeezed me in (and on a holiday!) and even gave me a veteran’s discount on the tire. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Sure, I was behind schedule but I’m on God’s time anyway. And I am surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses … if I have eyes to see, that is.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyiw33G4cU1r1ctj7.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two weeks after the flat tire incident, Chaplain Baldridge returned to Walmart in Oak Grove to thank Kirsten P. and to take a snapshot with her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chaplainsblog.seamenschurch.org/post/16648141200</link><guid>http://chaplainsblog.seamenschurch.org/post/16648141200</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2012 14:17:52 -0500</pubDate><dc:creator>frkdb</dc:creator></item><item><title>Mariners and Disciples</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly42sdxLvv1r0fh5l.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;As Jesus passed along the Sea of Galilee, he saw Simon and his brother Andrew casting a net into the sea—for they were fishermen. And Jesus said to them, “Follow me and I will make you fish for people.” And immediately they left their nets and followed him. As he went a little farther, he saw James son of Zebedee and his brother John, who were in their boat mending the nets. Immediately he called them; and they left their father Zebedee in the boat with the hired men, and followed him.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mark 1:15-20&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jesus is calling his first disciples in the Gospel this week, and they faithfully answer his call. They are seafarers, working to support their families in the same way that mariners today toil upon the waters to make ends meet. Peter and Andrew, James and John—the first four. We have stained glass windows of these four in our chapel at Port Newark, so that when mariners come to find a place of silence and meditation and prayer, followers of Jesus who understand their way of life surround them. The disciples understand what it’s like to be away from home for long periods of time—out of touch from loved ones—and doing dangerous work all the while. They recognize what it means to work in a field that is not connected to the rest of the world, and that others don’t always understand. Mariners and disciples: they have quite a bit in common.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The first four risked it all to follow Jesus. Mariners risk it all to support the ones they love. We, as supporters of mariners, need to recognize the sacrifices they make to enable us to live the way we do in this country. We are called to live lives of gratitude for what we have and for those that make it all possible. Attitudes of gratitude allow grace and peace to grow in our hearts and in our communities. Grace and peace to you as you read this … may your heart open the way that the first four opened their hearts to the living God so many years ago.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly42ruscnP1r0fh5l.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chaplainsblog.seamenschurch.org/post/16272160738</link><guid>http://chaplainsblog.seamenschurch.org/post/16272160738</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jan 2012 00:00:05 -0500</pubDate><category>disciple</category><category>servants</category><category>gratitude</category><category>attitude</category><dc:creator>chaplainmegan</dc:creator></item><item><title>An Invocation</title><description>&lt;p align="center"&gt;INVOCATION&lt;br/&gt; for the&lt;br/&gt; Presentation of the National Charter&lt;br/&gt; to&lt;br/&gt; The La Crosse Area Council of the Navy League&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;“Eternal Father strong to save whose arm doth bind the restless wave. Who bidst the mighty ocean deep, its own appointed limits keep…. ”&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;These are words buried deep within our hearts and remind us of God’s power and majesty that keeps those who sail the oceans and inland waterways in His loving embrace. We give thanks for this assurance that all those in the maritime Services are not beyond God’s watchful eye and safe-keeping.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We also give thanks to God this night for the presence of those who have served this country in the Navy, Marine Corps, Coast Guard, and Merchant Marine, never forgetting the valiant service of those who stand with us but on another shore in a greater light.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As we gather here to celebrate the bestowing of a new charter in the Navy League, we once again pledge ourselves to the United States of America and those who have dedicated themselves to serve her on the seas, inland waterways, and in the air. As they are strong to serve us, may we be strong to serve in our service and support of them and their loved ones.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As we settle ourselves for food and fellowship, we ask God’s blessing upon the abundance of both. May you, O God of land and sea, guard us as we travel tonight or tomorrow on our separate ways.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eternal Father strong to save thy children: our sailors, our naval airmen, our marines, our sea cadets, our coast guard, and our merchant seamen — shield and protect them where-so e’re they go; thus evermore shall rise to thee glad hymns of praise from land and sea. AMEN.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxwfcx32p71r164cc.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxwfdhOcW11r164cc.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chaplainsblog.seamenschurch.org/post/15949648550</link><guid>http://chaplainsblog.seamenschurch.org/post/15949648550</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jan 2012 11:10:23 -0500</pubDate><category>navy league</category><category>la crosse</category><category>prayer</category><category>uscg</category><dc:creator>deaneauclaire</dc:creator></item><item><title>Trying to enable Able Bodied Seaman Matrai after injury to full...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxqkz8zwhd1r2p3doo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trying to enable Able Bodied Seaman Matrai after injury to full recovery&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chaplainsblog.seamenschurch.org/post/15771897316</link><guid>http://chaplainsblog.seamenschurch.org/post/15771897316</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Jan 2012 07:21:00 -0500</pubDate><dc:creator>chaplainjames</dc:creator></item><item><title>Seafarer To Remember:  Thank You and Bless You</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Happy New Year to each dear Seafarer, wherever you are, far or near;&lt;br/&gt;Another fruitful year has past; a new year is welcomed which proves that you last.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Happy New Year to each chaplain, who knows neither to whine nor complain but get the right things rightly done again and again;&lt;br/&gt;Another fulfilling year has past, a new strategic plan has been passed, a renewed chaplaincy is before us, we trust.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I am also grateful to the SCI community, for giving me another year of wonderful opportunity to minister to the seafaring community;&lt;br/&gt;I look forward to renew my commitment with God and SCI’s endorsement.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I am grateful to my family, who understands my ministry to seafarers, who are far away from their beloved family;&lt;br/&gt;May you be blessed with patience, courage and solidarity as your Dad pastors those who bring what you use and enjoy anyway.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I am grateful to the shipping community, who goes beyond their responsibility even to assist an ailing seafarer-employee until full recovery;&lt;br/&gt;May you be blessed with health and wealth of loving and caring to the lifeblood of shipping.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I am grateful to the Port community, who supports our exits and entry to ships—seafarers needing our ministry;&lt;br/&gt;May you be blessed with prosperity and integrity as you also let seafarers’ exits and entry to the city’s amenity where they spend some of their hard-earned money, which is good for local economy.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I am grateful to the Faith-based communities, who, not only support SCI in many ways, but keep connected their parish life to seafarers’ life always;&lt;br/&gt;May you be blessed with a wholesome mission for the church and the nation and for seafarers who keep our economy in motion.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I am grateful to each volunteer, who loves giving, all for seafarers’ welfare;&lt;br/&gt;May you be blessed all the more with what you’ve got, for others to share a lot.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I am grateful to each seafarer whose names I may not remember, but who keeps my body moving ever and my faith-spirit deeper and stronger;&lt;br/&gt;May you be blessed with much safety, security, and sanity for you are the reason for SCI’s and my mission day after day.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I am grateful to God my source, my guide, and my end, who put me into this ministry so lovely and rewarding, I will not pretend;&lt;br/&gt;May He be obeyed all the more for it’s neither about me nor them, but Him, after all.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chaplainsblog.seamenschurch.org/post/15677938177</link><guid>http://chaplainsblog.seamenschurch.org/post/15677938177</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Jan 2012 13:29:00 -0500</pubDate><dc:creator>chaplainjames</dc:creator></item><item><title>Every person wants to be understood and known by...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="299" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fqA2O1c-WZg?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every person wants to be understood and known by others—especially by the people closest to us. Every person wants a spouse, children, or employer to know what it is like to be him or her for a day. How many mariners, for example, have said, “If only the folks in the shore side office could be out here on the water with us just for a day, then they would understand what we really go through.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The message of Christmas is not a philosophy or a doctrine. The message of Christmas is that the folks from the shore side office came out to ride the water with us. The message of Christmas is a person—a real, live, flesh-and-blood human being—Jesus of Nazareth, Son of Mary. The message of Christmas is that God became one of us. The message of Christmas is that God became one of us in order to make all things right between us and God and between each other.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;“In his immeasurable love, he became what we are in order to make us what he is.” — St. Irenaeus&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://chaplainsblog.seamenschurch.org/post/15113967749</link><guid>http://chaplainsblog.seamenschurch.org/post/15113967749</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2012 00:06:06 -0500</pubDate><category>christmas</category><category>incarnation</category><category>shoreside</category><dc:creator>frmcn</dc:creator></item><item><title>Christmas Message 2011</title><description>&lt;p&gt;“Keeping watch over their flocks by night” is what St. Luke writes that the shepherds were doing when the angels came and told them that Jesus was born in nearby Bethlehem. Mariners, of all people, can uniquely relate to the shepherd, for keeping watch at night is something that mariners also do every night of the year. Like shepherds, mariners understand the demands of a career that requires around-the-clock work and vigilance.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwq514olvH1r079wl.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There is no escaping the reality that the angels delivered their message of good news to shepherds, ordinary working people with ordinary lives. To these ordinary “Joes,” God entrusted the greatest message of human history. That God loves and trusts ordinary women and men is just as powerful and as humbling a message today as it was then. At Christmas we celebrate the God who loves and trusts regular folks, even folks like us – the people who work on America’s rivers and the world’s oceans.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The ordinary shepherds were not just told that God loved them, but they were given a purpose—the mission of the angels was passed on to them and now on to us. In all places and at all times, we sing the song of the angels. We sing this song to people who occupy our corporate boardrooms as well as to people who occupy our back alleys; to people who are members of country clubs as well as to people who are members of homeless shelters; to people accustomed to eating in 5-star restaurants as well as to people who eat in soup kitchens. We sing the song of God’s favor towards the human race in good times but more so in bad; in times of feasting but especially in times of famine; in times of peace, and absolutely in times of war. People hear this songwhen they see the peace, the happiness and the joy in our lives—livesturned from self-centeredness to a life nourished by the presence of God and focused on others.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So this Christmas, as we are reminded that God loves—and likes—us all (even the ordinary), may we also be inspired to fly with the wings of angels into the world to praise God and to sing the song of the birth of the Prince of Peace.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Seamen’s Church Institute wishes you a very merry Christmas and a prosperous New Year.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Photo: Gregory Thorp&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chaplainsblog.seamenschurch.org/post/14735041422</link><guid>http://chaplainsblog.seamenschurch.org/post/14735041422</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Dec 2011 15:05:00 -0500</pubDate><dc:creator>frmcn</dc:creator></item><item><title>Saint Nicholas and Seafarers </title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Jánosrét High Altar Four Scenes from the Legend of St Nicholas Calming Tempestuous Sea" height="887" src="http://www.hung-art.hu/kep/zmisc/oltar/15_sz/3/janosre1.jpg" width="554"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Saint Nicholas is the patron saint of children, and many of us have heard of him being a bearer of gifts on December 6th or, of course, on Christmas Eve. Saint Nicholas is also the patron saint of another very special group of people … sailors!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Thank goodness for the patronage of Saint Nicholas, bringing attention to a population of people so dear to the heart of the Seamen’s Church Institute … sailors! The world would be a drastically different place if not for the ones who live their lives serving upon the waters. Their reasons for service are many, but without their willingness to say yes to their duties, all of us would be without so many of the things that make our lives possible.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://espliego.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/tn_fra-angelico-annunciation.jpg" width="390"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;In the sixth month the angel Gabriel was sent by God to a town in Galilee called Nazareth, to a virgin engaged to a man whose name was Joseph, of the house of David. The virgin’s name was Mary. And he came to her and said, ‘Greetings, favored one! The Lord is with you.’ But she was much perplexed by his words and pondered what sort of greeting this might be. The angel said to her, ‘Do not be afraid, Mary, for you have found favor with God. And now, you will conceive in your womb and bear a son, and you will name him Jesus. He will be great, and will be called the Son of the Most High, and the Lord God will give to him the throne of his ancestor David. He will reign over the house of Jacob for ever, and of his kingdom there will be no end.’ Mary said to the angel, ‘How can this be, since I am a virgin?’ The angel said to her, ‘The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you; therefore the child to be born will be holy; he will be called Son of God. And now, your relative Elizabeth in her old age has also conceived a son; and this is the sixth month for her who was said to be barren. For nothing will be impossible with God.’ Then Mary said, ‘Here am I, the servant of the Lord; let it be with me according to your word.’ Then the angel departed from her.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke 1:26-38&lt;/strong&gt; (NRSV)&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Today marks the fourth week of Advent, where we’ve spent a season paying attention to slowing down and bearing witness to the light of God. Today’s gospel, from the first chapter of Luke, shows Mary being presented with all that can happen to her if she says yes to God. Mary said, “Here am I, the servant of the Lord; let it be with me according to your word.” Mary said yes to serving God and yes to serving the world. Seafarers across the world say yes to their call to serve their families, to serve the world, and to serve God. Let us give thanks for those brave men and women who board their vessels and serve alongside one another in a common mission. We are grateful, we are paying attention, and we are all called to keep bearing witness to the light.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chaplainsblog.seamenschurch.org/post/14412776314</link><guid>http://chaplainsblog.seamenschurch.org/post/14412776314</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Dec 2011 13:49:00 -0500</pubDate><category>nicholas</category><category>nicolas</category><category>saint</category><category>seafarer</category><category>mary</category><category>gabriel</category><category>annunciation</category><category>advent</category><dc:creator>chaplainmegan</dc:creator></item><item><title>Seafarer to Remember 2</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Seafarer to Remember (Part 2)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Dedicated to AB Matrai (injured and confined in the hospital for more than 40 days and 40 nights now)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;By Chaplain James Kollin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I visited you in the hospital, for an illness that got you not-so normal;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You shed tears when you saw me, for you had no one in your family in a strange land called the U.S. of A.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I tried my best to make you smile, at bed rest at least for while;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Brightness showed in your face, as you reached me for a warm embrace.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I asked if I could offer you prayer, hoping to help you recover;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You said you do not share the same faith as mine, but go ahead with the same God it should be fine.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Your shipping company cared for you that much, and they know it would cost so much;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Though business is their mission, but compassion comes into motion when their seafarer is in injured in action.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I asked about your work and family, when I saw you almost everyday;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You always told me your great anxiety, when your family wanted you to rest after recovery.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I offered you SCI’s cellphone and gave you phone cards, to help connect you to your loved ones;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You showed great signs of cheerfulness, when you heard familiar voices crossing 10,000 miles overseas.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I asked what else could I do for you, hoping to make our day more exciting too;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You asked me for a shave, for your beard and mustache you cannot save.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I must tell you and the world honestly today, it’s my FIRST time to shave someone not of me;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You added an indelible portion of history, not only to the SCI family but also to me personally.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I bet your company and family are working carefully for your trip home one day;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You must be so excited, not only when repatriated but also well rested with the home and in the house you have long invested.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chaplainsblog.seamenschurch.org/post/13985330999</link><guid>http://chaplainsblog.seamenschurch.org/post/13985330999</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Dec 2011 17:50:00 -0500</pubDate><dc:creator>chaplainjames</dc:creator></item><item><title>Hospitality Found Here</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img align="top" alt="Annunciation - Holy Convent of the Annunciation, Ormylia" height="420" src="http://www.oramaworld.com/images/music/cd_annunciation_300.jpg" width="484"/&gt;Back in April of this year I was welcomed aboard a tow at Memphis, Tennessee. It was shortly after one of our unusually fierce mid-west storms. The wind and current were so strong that we had to call in a tug to help us pass under a major highway/railroad bridge over the Mississippi. Whole trees were coming downriver toward us so everyone had to care for the safety of the boat, crew, and cargo. It was not a good day on the river.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But, despite the worry, the welcome and warmth of captain and crew were so strong and real that you could have hung signs on the pilothouse windows: &lt;strong&gt;Hospitality Found Here&lt;/strong&gt;. Very quickly, I became part of the towboat family: a family of highly skilled river men who care for each other as well as boat and cargo.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Several weeks ago, I was welcomed aboard another tow. The weather was beautiful, the boat was just out of shop with a splendid new interior and equipment, and the captain and crew were well seasoned hands doing so well the job they were trained to do, love to do, and all on the water that was their home away from home for so many days. A different boat and different circumstances: yet here was the same openhearted welcome that wrapped itself around me as before. &lt;strong&gt;Hospitality Found Here&lt;/strong&gt;: Paint it on the pilothouse for all to see along the river. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hospitality!&lt;/strong&gt; It is a word that the Bible translates as “making room at the table.” Whether we take it literally like setting an extra place in the galley or ward room, or at home, or any place on a boat or ship where a visitor is welcomed – it is hospitality that makes one part of a family. And a hospitable family is what captain and crew are in the deepest sense of the word, whether they are on the rivers, oceans, or gulf. God teaches us to welcome the visitor because in doing so we might welcome an angel. I am certainly no angel, but I was welcomed as part of a family of hard working and caring people – the men and women who sail on the seas, or on the gulf, or on the rivers. So, when you read this little story, say a prayer and give thanks for the men and women on the water. They are a family with a place ready at the table for a visitor: perhaps an angel like the one who told St. Mary that God had chosen her to do a special thing. Perhaps an angel telling captain and crew that God has chosen them to do what they are doing, and that &lt;em&gt;what they do&lt;/em&gt; is a very special thing.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chaplainsblog.seamenschurch.org/post/13714413762</link><guid>http://chaplainsblog.seamenschurch.org/post/13714413762</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Dec 2011 00:07:06 -0500</pubDate><category>hospitality</category><category>memphis</category><category>river</category><category>visitor</category><category>mississippi river</category><dc:creator>deaneauclaire</dc:creator></item><item><title>The Light</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lut92t8luo1r0fhor.jpg"/&gt;On this First Sunday in Advent, we hear the Psalmist cry, “Restore us, O God of Hosts; show us the light of your countenance, and we will be saved.” (Psalm 80: 3,7,18)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am reminded of the lighthouse at Owl’s Head, Penobscot Bay, Maine.  My father, husband, and two young sons were fond of sailing our little day-sailer just outside the breakwater in Rockland over to Owl’s head. Usually, we had fair wind and sea.  But one time a storm quickly materialized and bore down upon us.  As the fog rolled in, we began to lose our bearings. The wind intensified, and I must admit, I became quite concerned. Piercing through the fog and gathering darkness, we heard those waves crashing on nearby stone ledges, and then we heard the fog horn and glimpsed the Owl’s Head light warning us to change our tack and seek safe shelter in Rockland Harbor. Dad’s steady hand at the tiller and that light and foghorn called and saved us from those treacherous shores.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Show us the light of your countenance, and we shall be saved.”  But, we might ask, which light do we follow?  If we follow all the brightly colored blinking lights filled with invitations to spend more this “Holiday Season,” to revel in our “excellence”, to be more concerned about outward appearances, then we will have missed THE LIGHT entirely.  God is not concerned about outward appearances; rather, is concerned about our inner, spiritual welfare, and inner transformation of the heart.  Rather than speeding things up, frantically getting ready for “the holidays” with all of its bling and gloss, we are asked to do the opposite of the cultural norm.  We are asked to slow down, read, pray, and meditate….&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In many ways, as one commentator explains, life is a constant Advent season.  We continually want to become, to discover, to complete, to fulfill. Hope, struggle, fear and expectation are all part of the Advent experience. “The world is not as just, not as loving, not as whole as we know it can and should be.  But the coming of Christ and his presence among us, as one of us, give us reason to live in hope that light will shatter the darkness, that we can be liberated from our fears and prejudices, that we are never alone or abandoned.” (&lt;em&gt;Connections&lt;/em&gt;, November 28, 1993.)  And in so doing, we necessarily reach out to others.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Perceiving that light, we are drawn and invited into that saving Divine grace. May this Advent season be a time for bringing hope, transformation and fulfillment into the Advent of our lives.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Praise the Lord my soul, and praise God’s holy name, praise the Lord, my soul, who leeds me into life.” (Taize chant)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chaplainsblog.seamenschurch.org/post/13401197232</link><guid>http://chaplainsblog.seamenschurch.org/post/13401197232</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Nov 2011 10:03:05 -0500</pubDate><dc:creator>chaplainmarge</dc:creator></item><item><title>Gratitude is the Attitude</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_luy79helHz1r079wl.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;“O children of Zion, be glad and rejoice in the &lt;span&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt; your God; for he has given the early rain for your vindication, he has poured down for you abundant rain, the early and the later rain, as before.” Joel 2:23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;his week we celebrate that uniquely American holiday - Thanksgiving Day. We set aside this day to express our gratitude to God for the fruits of the earth and for those who labor to harvest those fruits as well as to ask for God’s assistance in being faithful stewards of this bounty for the provision of our necessities and for those who are in need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;First we express gratitude to God for the fruits of the earth. Thanksgiving goes beyond ourselves and is directed in the first place towards God. It is from his hand that we have this world and our lives. It is from his hand that we are given the ability and ingenuity to produce and to harvest the fruits of the earth. We say simple words to our Creator; we say “thank you.” In a world of full amazing human achievements, it is important to remember from whose hand these accomplishments ultimately come. As it is from his hand that we have this world and all its resources, it is likewise also from the hard working hands of our fellow men and women who make it possible for us to enjoy these fruits. We are reaping the benefits of someone else’s labor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Our gratitude for what we are given manifests itself in our lives. Our thankfulness and gratitude expresses itself in stewardship; stewardship is the right and proper use of God’s gifts for the provision of ourselves and others. As a people grateful for our creation, preservation and all the blessings of this life, we live lives of thanksgiving. Lives of thanksgiving are expressed in respect – for God’s creation; for ourselves; for each other. Living lives of thanksgiving means that we are grateful not wasteful for these gifts of God. Living lives of thanksgiving means that we keep our perspective – that we are indeed stewards not owners of life and of creation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The reading from Joel says it best: Rejoice in the Lord your God. Remember who did this for you and be grateful. The purpose of this day is just that simple, and it its profundity is found in its simplicity: Remember who did this for you and for God’s sake and God’s honor: be grateful! It helps to set aside one day when the attention of everyone around the nation rehearses the importance of being thankful not only with the words of our lips but more importantly with the actions of our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Let us pray. &lt;em&gt;Almighty and gracious Father, we give you thanks for the fruits of the earth in their season and for the labors of those who harvest them. Make us, we pray, faithful stewards of your great bounty, for the provision of our necessities and the relief of all who are in need, to the glory of your Name; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Amen.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chaplainsblog.seamenschurch.org/post/13052251951</link><guid>http://chaplainsblog.seamenschurch.org/post/13052251951</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Nov 2011 02:25:00 -0500</pubDate><dc:creator>frmcn</dc:creator></item><item><title>DEEP WITHIN THE HEART OF ABRAHAM</title><description>&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Genesis 15:5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“and he brought him outside and said, look toward heaven, and number the stars, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;if you are able to number them” Then he said to him “so shall your descendants be ” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;and he believed the Lord; and he reckoned it to him as righteousness.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;It was a few weeks after 9/11 and I boarded a ship who’s crew consisted of Egyptian and Indonesian seafarers who were denied shore leave. Because of this, there was a police car at the foot of the gangway with all his lights flashing signaling these seafarers could not leave ship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;I went on board and signed in, then went to the crew’s lounge bringing cell phones and phone cards, and also made myself available for anyone who wanted to talk about the past event and the impact that it had on them. The crew members were happy I brought phones and phone cards so they could contact loved ones at home. The entire crew was denied shore leave even though they all had a US Visa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Soon after, the chief mate came into the lounge and sat next to me. In a very angry voice, he asked “Why was the U.S. holding his ship’s crew as prisoners since they all had US Visas?” He pointed his finger at me and said, “Why do you even bother to come on board to see us, when we have nothing in common?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;It was clear to me that his anger and frustration was justified, yet his statement that we had nothing in common surprised me. I thought for a long while and then said to him, “I can understand your frustration and anger. Yet you are incorrect when you say we have nothing in common.” He repeated again this time vehemently saying, “NO!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;We do not have anything in common!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;A few moments passed and I asked him if he knew who Father Abraham was?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;He answered,” Of course I do.” So I continued to say that you and I are buried deep within the heart of Abraham which makes us brothers and sisters, all children of God. After a long stare the Chief mate asked me if I would join him in the crew’s mosque where he offered prayers in Arabic for forgiveness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;regarding his anger and frustration. He then asked me to say a prayer. I asked him if he knew the Lord’s prayer and he said yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;After the prayer, he asked me to join him for lunch. The chief cook served this wonderful stew. I was looking around for the knife and fork when the chief handed me a piece of flat bread. When I finished that delicious lunch my shirt was full of gravy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;The chief walked me to the gangway hugged me and said “My brother thank you for all you do for my crew in this difficult time we are in.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Today the Chief is now a master of a ship and, I do see him from time to time when the ship comes into port. On those days, I bring a large napkin with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chaplainsblog.seamenschurch.org/post/12726541421</link><guid>http://chaplainsblog.seamenschurch.org/post/12726541421</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Nov 2011 01:00:06 -0500</pubDate><dc:creator>chaplainjacques</dc:creator></item><item><title>Being a Christian is like being a pumpkin. God picks you, takes...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lty35lfZKK1r2p3doo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;Being a Christian is like being a pumpkin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;God picks you, takes you in, and washes all the dirt off of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;He opens you up, touches you deep inside and scoops out all the yucky stuff.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;Then puts His light inside you to shine for all the world to see. (anonymous)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;                      HAPPY ALL HALLOWS’ EVE (HALLOW’EEN) !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;Photo: The Rev. Michael C. Nation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;Pumpkin: Caroline Nation and Michael C. Nation, Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chaplainsblog.seamenschurch.org/post/12168292985</link><guid>http://chaplainsblog.seamenschurch.org/post/12168292985</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Oct 2011 15:22:00 -0400</pubDate><dc:creator>frmcn</dc:creator></item><item><title>Strangers, yet Known</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltfajsO2bV1r0fhor.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Matthew 11: 28-30 “Come to me, all you that are weary and are carrying heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Last May, my husband and I had the privilege of spending twelve days on a South Carolina beach. We brought our eighteen-month old Siberian Husky with us who gleefully discovered that he loved the beach. What gave us most pleasure, however, was the day he sighted not one, but two other Siberian Huskies coming down the sand. There was electricity in the air as they came closer and closer. The dogs began making whimpering sounds as they acknowledged they were of the same kin. Strangers, yet known.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When they came face to face they could not contain themselves any longer. They frantically greeted each other by jumping up on their hind legs and holding each other with their front paws, as they hopped together in unison. Each dog greeted the other in the same manner over and over again. Each carried and held the other as they once again found that “huskie bliss.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am reminded of Jesus inviting us into his rest, for the yoke he offers is easy and his burden is light. When the cares of our lives seem to overwhelm and drown us, in dangers at sea, in temptations on shore, in loneliness and boredom, in anxiety about loved ones at home and about financial matters, when things seem at their worst, there is hope.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Lord is near. God is present with out-stretched arms, to be yoked with each one of us, to help carry the load. And we are not strangers, we are known. As God enfolds us into divine care, so we in turn can enfold our sisters and brothers in that love. Thanks be to God!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chaplainsblog.seamenschurch.org/post/11817079883</link><guid>http://chaplainsblog.seamenschurch.org/post/11817079883</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Oct 2011 10:00:00 -0400</pubDate><dc:creator>chaplainmarge</dc:creator></item><item><title>Wanted: Peace (understanding not required)</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt66lc2p2X1r1ctj7.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our culture has a peculiar fondness for definition in the negative. For some reason, we choose to describe a thing by pointing out what it is &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;: fat-free ice cream, smokeless tobacco, no fault divorce, painless dentistry. And while definition in the negative is temptingly easy, it is often wholly inadequate to provide understanding. One common definition of water is “a tasteless, odorless and colorless liquid” with the chemical symbol H₂0. While correct it is also entirely inadequate. We still know nothing about water: that ¾ of the earth’s surface is covered by water, or that the human body is 60% water, or that water is the key ingredient for all forms of organic life. And anyone who claims water has no taste clearly hasn’t spent much time in the desert. Nothing tastes quite so delicious as cool, clear water when one is really parched, agreed?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I suspect if asked to define the word “peace”, most people would start by defining it in the negative: peace is the absence of conflict, the opposite of war, or thoughts along those lines. And I think most of us would agree that while not incorrect it is also quite inadequate.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yet, in John’s Gospel, when Jesus speaks of peace – His special peace at that – He defines it in the negative. “Peace I leave with you,” He says, “My own peace I now bequeath to you. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as the world gives do I give to you.” And when Jesus adds, “Do not let your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid” we cannot help but draw the connection to the peace the world gives. Thus, when Jesus says, in effect, “&lt;em&gt;Stop allowing yourselves to be agitated and disturbed; and do not permit yourselves to be fearful, intimidated, cowardly or unsettled,”&lt;/em&gt; He is referencing a worldly, corrupted and fraudulent peace wherein such things are common and expected. Jesus says, “Whatever it is you call peace? That’s not peace.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ask anyone who has been in a war and they will tell you peace is much more than the absence of war.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jesus gives us a peace so rare and exceptional we’re told it “passes all understanding.” We know Jesus spoke in allegories, but that’s not the same as empty rhetoric. This was His solemn promise to us, nothing He took lightly. Peace was no mere abstract to Jesus either. He understood peace as both a noun and verb – and as a noun peace was tangible, and had weight, definition, strength and integrity. This peace is light years from the ubiquitous bumper sticker slogans and trendy social greeting of a generation ago. Jesus’ peace is of inestimable value, timely in its application, timeless in its profundity, and demanding little more of the recipient than a thankful heart. Such peace Jesus bestows informs and transforms what might otherwise be our darkest hours, and why He says, “Let not your hearts be troubled neither let them be afraid.” Jesus knew what we might choose to forget that life will cause us to be fearful and worries and grief will threaten to rob us of any semblance of peace in our lives. Jesus’ gift, the Advocate, the Holy Spirit, is the vehicle of that peace that will see us through and beyond our troubles, our fears, our doubts and even death itself.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Admittedly, many of us find that peace of any kind is frustratingly elusive and short-lived…no doubt, because we keep looking to the world’s flawed version of it. The Peace Jesus promised and Jesus gives is beyond our ken but not beyond our reach. It’s beyond our words but not outside our embrace, and available to all who trust and believe in Him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe we imagine that if we just try hard enough we will arrive at some formula, equation or procedure to achieve peace ‘on demand’ – when it suits us, as it were. We invent so-called ‘labor saving devices’ intended to give us more leisure time whereby we might have more peace. Yet all that results from all the labor saved in one task is more time to devote to other labors – and anything but peace. We work hard in order to be freed up to play hard – thinking that will bring peace. Yet, people who work hard always seem to be the ones taking ‘working vacations’ – an oxymoron to be sure. Wealth has no connection to peace, nor does free time or leisure. True Peace has but one source, and it results from the relationship between a loving God and God’s beloved – meaning us.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We can claim that peace, share that peace, live in that peace and serve that peace but our art, music or literature cannot adequately convey the meaning of the Peace that passes all understanding. Nevertheless, a well-loved old hymn, taken from Psalm 107, comes close to capturing its essence:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace is flowing like a river, Flowing out through you and me,&lt;br/&gt;Spreading out into the desert, Setting all the captives free.&lt;br/&gt;Let it flow through me, Let it flow through me,&lt;br/&gt;Let the mighty peace of God, flow out through me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Let that Peace flow through all of you working on the rivers, bays and oceans, and also through those loved ones awaiting your return.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chaplainsblog.seamenschurch.org/post/11505087550</link><guid>http://chaplainsblog.seamenschurch.org/post/11505087550</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Oct 2011 22:00:00 -0400</pubDate><dc:creator>frkdb</dc:creator></item><item><title>Channels of Peace</title><description>&lt;p&gt;This past week the Christian community celebrated the Feast of St. Francis of Assisi on October 4th.  The following prayer is attributed to the life modeled by Francis.  In some translations, the word channel is used in place of the word instrument.  Channel has many definitions, most of which are nautical. In one instance a channel is described as a lane of safe travel. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We are all called, in our diverse traditions, to be instruments of peace in the world to one another.  We are called to sow love and pardon and faith and hope and light and joy.  We are called to put others first, and to love our neighbor.  It is our offering to God for the grace and love we have been given.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Seafarers around the world are constantly living this prayer.  They are putting service before self and loving their neighbors by offering their work to the world.  As people who serve those who work on the water, we are called to be channels of peace for them when our paths cross.  We are called to be a lane of safe travel for those who spend their lives toiling far away from their families.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;em&gt;Lord, make us instruments of your peace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where there is hatred, let us sow love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where there is injury, pardon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where there is doubt, faith.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where there is despair, hope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where there is darkness, light.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where there is sadness, joy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Divine Master,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;em&gt;grant that we may not so much seek to be consoled, as to console;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be understood, as to understand;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be loved, as to love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;em&gt;For it is in giving that we receive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is in pardoning that we are pardoned,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;</description><link>http://chaplainsblog.seamenschurch.org/post/11199386746</link><guid>http://chaplainsblog.seamenschurch.org/post/11199386746</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Oct 2011 18:22:14 -0400</pubDate><dc:creator>chaplainmegan</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>

