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The service itself if called the “Chicago Folk Service” – written in the 70′s and totally “rad.”  If you’re a fan of Holden Evening Prayer, this service is very much like it – with a kick!  We will be having communion every week, and the sermon time will be more interactive than a regular Sunday morning service.

So please plan to join us!  We’d love to see you.

Oh!  If you’re interested in helping out with welcoming, set up, kid’s stuff, or music, please let me know!

See you Wednesday!

Shamayim Larrivee was born in summer of 1995 in Vancouver, BC.  Her birth was a labor of love, combining a wide, flat mahogany fingerboard with a Florentine cutaway, all sewn together with a classical body of Rosewood and Spruce.  Her mother-of-pearl inlay was simple and elegant.  Her case was sturdy, and provided her a safe respite between playing times.

She arrived with some fanfare to Lee Valley Ranch in South Dakota.  Her partner in music, Gretchen, was overjoyed with her strength and clean tone, and her ability to tune perfectly and present a steel-string shimmer that rivaled any Martin.  Her unique shape and glossy finish were the envy of all the other guitars and their partners.  After some trial gigs and coffee shop appearances, Shammie was ready for the races.

Her childhood and adolescence came quickly with a year of hard work touring on the road. Her first ding was given to her courtesy of Henry and her own buckled case.  Shammie and Gretchen played every day.  They played in South Dakota, Montana, Idaho, Washington, Oregon, California, Arizona, New Mexico, Texas, Wisconsin, Michigan, Indiana, Illinois, Wisconsin, Minnesota, North Dakota, and more.  They played their hearts out.

After that year of craziness, Gretchen didn’t know what to do with herself musically, and so Shammie was left in her case for the better part of a year.  It was a sad time.  Eventually, Gretchen was asked to play, and so she dusted off the case, changed Shammie’s strings, and they remembered who they were. They would ride the train to the suburbs every Sunday and play for the church and the children who would sing with them.  They started playing music in Chicago at Border’s, and people listened to them.

When Gretchen decided to go back to school, Shammie was her companion and comfort, and also her way into the world of the Lutheran Rockstars.  They played for National Youth Gathering workshops, and for Youth Encounter events.  They recorded a demo in Minneapolis, and Shammie had a brief affair with Kernsey.  Gretchen didn’t mind though — they worked so well together.  They played gigs together all over the country, and had photo shoots.  They played in Florida, Philadelphia, New York, Washington DC, Ohio, Georgia, California, and St. Louis.  They joined the organization ‘Churchnoise’ and loved the camaraderie they found with other pairs of musicians.

The demo that they recorded together in Minneapolis and released in St. Louis managed to grease the wheels for them to get a call to serve together in Madison, Wisconsin at Bethel Lutheran Church.  In Madison, Shammie had her golden age of creativity and recording.  She and Gretchen worked with the band “The Pull” and recorded two records together, with more love and soul than anything they had done before.  Shammie inspired Gretchen to write and write and write, and the songs were good.  People sang with them, and they won awards.  Eventually, Shammie needed a re-fret, and the weeks that they were apart were very hard.  But they were reunited and the chemistry of creation continued.  Shammie’s case started coming apart at the seams from all the travel and abuse, but with the help of some carpet tape, it stayed together and remained her sanctuary of blue velvet and peace.  In the summer of 2004, they traveled to Europe, and they played in Berlin, Cracow, Prague, Vienna, and throughout the eastern countryside.

One day, Gretchen found another pair to play with, Ryan and his bass, and Shammie loved them.  Together, the four of them moved to Seattle to find even more music and love.  St. Matthew’s Lutheran Church took to the foursome right away, and asked them to stay and play as much as they were able.  They worked together, and played in a bunch of different bands.  Most recently, Shammie helped Gretchen and Krysta to record an album called Christmas Vibe.

On February 18, 2010, Shammie went missing.  Gretchen feels as if she’s lost a best friend and companion.  How do sum up the loss of a musical partner?  “She was my first real guitar, and we were together for fifteen years.  We weathered many states, romances, recordings, and performances.  She was reliable, sturdy, and had great intonation.  I don’t really know how I’m going to begin to replace her.  I don’t think I can think of it that way.  It’s really the end of a relationship, and I’m going to have to discover a new relationship with a new instrument.  I hope that whoever has her knows what they’ve got, and treats her with care and respect.”

If you find any information about this guitar, or see it somewhere, please email pastorgretchensguitars@gmail.com.

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Rock on,

Gretchen

1995 Larrivee Custom: Classical body shape with sharp cutaway.  Extra wide fingerboard and Fishman bridge pickup.  Matched spruce top, rosewood back and sides.  Mother-of-Pearl soundhole inlay.  Huge wear spot above the soundhole by the fingerboard – looks like someone took a chisel to it.  (That’d be me.) Case looks like it’s been through WWIII – held together with brown carpet tape and stickers.

Gretsch G5120: Bright orange, looks brand new.  Bigby bridge.  Case doesn’t have a scratch on it.

Here’s a link to a picture and description of the church’s keyboard:

Roland – Fantom X8

Thanks for your help in trying to find my lost loves!!

We’re looking for a few good people with hammers to come down to the construction site this Saturday, 2/20 at 8:00 am to scrape some mortar off some bricks.  The bricks are from Renton Lutheran Church and are going to be reused in the cafe as decorative facade walls.  Very cool!

If you’re interested, just show up on Saturday in appropriate work clothes with a hammer and gloves!

Thanks in advance for your help!

Pastor Gretchen

We’re looking for a few competent guitarists and pianists for one of our worship teams.  If you’re interested in auditioning, or know someone who should, let me know!  Thanks guys!!

Gretchen

Peace, Gretchen

Sermon Luke 4:21-30

Then Jesus began to say to them, ‘Today this scripture has been fulfilled in your hearing.’ All spoke well of him and were amazed at the gracious words that came from his mouth. They said, ‘Is not this Joseph’s son?’ He said to them, ‘Doubtless you will quote to me this proverb, “Doctor, cure yourself!” And you will say, “Do here also in your home town the things that we have heard you did at Capernaum.” ’ And he said, ‘Truly I tell you, no prophet is accepted in the prophet’s home town. But the truth is, there were many widows in Israel in the time of Elijah, when the heaven was shut up for three years and six months, and there was a severe famine over all the land; yet Elijah was sent to none of them except to a widow at Zarephath in Sidon. There were also many lepers in Israel in the time of the prophet Elisha, and none of them was cleansed except Naaman the Syrian.’ When they heard this, all in the synagogue were filled with rage. They got up, drove him out of the town, and led him to the brow of the hill on which their town was built, so that they might hurl him off the cliff. But he passed through the midst of them and went on his way.

This past Thursday, a great voice was lost from our world.  JD Salinger died at the age of 91, and I believe he died just as he would have had it – alone in his house, as a recluse.  Salinger, author of the famous, “Catcher in the Rye,” hated movies, hated celebrity, and really loathed, as his angsty hero Holden Caufield was fond of calling them, “phonies.”  Through Caufield, we can hear Salinger rant: “I’m sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I could respect.”  “Grand. There’s a word I really hate. It’s a phony. I could puke every time I hear it.”  “All morons hate it when you call them a moron.”

Salinger may have been eccentric and over the top, but he was very clear in his dislike for inauthenticity, and very good at spotting “phonies.”  Why is it, in our society, we have such a need to duck and cover from the truth?  We cover hurtful things with “little white lies” that can become for more damaging than the truth in the first place.

This week at staff meeting here at church, we were discussing performance evaluations.  Just the thought of performance evaluations makes my skin crawl.  I hate the idea of being graded for my job, or of finding out that “While Gretchen is a charming speaker and fantabulous GRAND musician, she is a complete slacker in the following areas…” (Phonies!)  Here’s what I think it is: Everyone fears being told something true about themselves that they don’t want to face up to.  People are scared of the truth.  Even more, people are scared to tell the truth.  What if someone gets offended or hurt?  What if I irreparably ruin a friendship or a working relationship?  I remember as a little girl, shopping with my aunt, and receiving this etiquette lesson: If you’re shopping with a friend, and she comes out of a dressing room wearing the most horrendous thing you’ve ever seen (“I wouldn’t wear that to a dogfight!”), the appropriate thing to say is, “How interesting!” Really?  No.  Not interesting.  More like, “How phony!”

Jesus, in a few short years, had become a celebrity.  A well-known healer.  A rabble-rouser among the authorities, both religious and state.  But he didn’t start out that way.  Jesus was just a guy, just a carpenter, just Mary’s son.  He was an average kid.  But when he went away, he learned things, and he changed, dramatically.  He began preaching, and teaching, and healing people.  Stories of his accomplishments started to filter back through to his hometown.  “Have you heard what Jesus has been doing?  He’s healing the blind, and cleaning up lepers!”  “Not our Jesus!”  “Yes!  It’s hard to believe, isn’t it?”  So when word came to town that Jesus was finally going to be making a stop back in Nazareth on his grand tour of the Diaspora, you would have thought that Bruce Springsteen was going to play in New Jersey, or Ben Gibbard was playing the Crocodile.  There was a line around the block to get in to the synagogue.  You could see the priests and rabbis looking at each other saying, “Wow, we’ve gotta get this guy to preach more often!”  Jesus starts to teach, and the people are expecting a lengthy presentation, hours even, perhaps about Abraham, or maybe about Moses.  Jesus is handed the scroll of Isaiah from which to read.  He reads the text, and then makes a one-sentence pronouncement.  “Today this scripture has been fulfilled in your hearing.”  And put the scroll back.  There was dead silence.  And then, one person looked to another, and a murmur started running through the hall.  “That’s just… brilliant!  Brilliant!”  Some people were amazed.  But some said to one another, “Isn’t this Joseph’s son?  We’ve known him forever.  This can’t be right.”

When people had settled, Jesus went on… “I’m sure you’re hoping that I am going to do here for you, what I have done in Capernaum.  But let me tell you this, no prophet is accepted in his hometown.  The truth is this: Elijah didn’t take care of everyone in Israel in the time of famine, just one widow.  And Elisha didn’t heal all the lepers in Israel in his time, but only one.”

And there was a pregnant silence in the hall.  What he said began to register in the minds of the people.  The people became inflamed, and the hall erupted.  How dare he?  Who does he think he is?  They formed into a mob, and threw Jesus and his friends out of the synagogue.  The mob drove them out of town, and to the edge of a high mountain cliff, where they were surely going to push him down, and kill him for these words.  But Jesus somehow managed to pass right through them, and to slip away.

Looking at this story, the overwhelming question I see is this: How did Jesus get away?  You can’t just *leave* when people are trying to kill you!  “Oh, sorry about that man, things just got a little heated.”  Noooo!  This is a situation for a miracle.  Confirmands?  What are the five signs of a miracle?  1. Disregard minor situations. 2. Look for a lack of predictability. 3. Evaluate the outcome – is it good? 4. Look for divine agency – what is God doing here? And 5. Wait and see.  (Credit to The Lutheran Handbook.)  Looks like this just might be a miracle!  God must have been with Jesus, backing him up, seconding the things that he was saying, even though those things clearly weren’t what the people were hoping to hear.

Jesus took a stand.  He said what needed to be said, despite a dire outcome in the end.  He was not afraid because God was with him.  What Jesus was saying was real, and important, and had depth.  He was righteous.  Righteous!  And so what does this mean for us? God wants us to be truth tellers.  God wants more than anything that we be honest with one another, speaking the truth in love, and hearing that truth with open ears.  God wants for us to listen, learn, forgive, grow, and heal.  And all of that starts with the truth.

You know a place where people really get off on truth telling?  Marriage retreats.  Yah! Couples who have been married for 10, 20 years go on these marriage retreats, and you know what they ask you to do?  It’s life changing, ask anyone!  They want you to write a letter to your spouse.  Write a letter!  And in that letter, say a few endearing things about your spouse, and then a few things that you would like to work on together.  That’s it.  And it’s this huge revelation!  Some of these people haven’t spoken to each other in years, clearly.  How is it that we have such a hard time talking to each other, speaking the truth in love, that we can go for eons without having a more meaningful conversation than about who’s picking up the kids and when you’re hoping to get to the grocery store?

Truth telling needs to happen in every part of our lives.  It needs to happen with our families, with our colleagues, with our friends, with our God!  And it is so scary.  And it is so hard.  But God calls us to this.

One of the sister readings for this Sunday is from the book of Jeremiah.  In it, God tells Jeremiah, “Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, and before you were born I consecrated you; I appointed you a prophet to the nations.” ⁶Then Jeremiah said, “Ah, Lord God! Truly I do not know how to speak, for I am only a boy.” ⁷But the Lord said to him, “Do not say, ‘I am only a boy’; for you shall go to all to whom I send you, and you shall speak whatever I command you, ⁸Do not be afraid of them, for I am with you to deliver you, says the Lord.”  We are Jeremiah.  Jeremiah is us.  We are afraid to speak.  But God is with us.  How quickly we forget.

When we have something difficult to say or do, something that goes against the societal grain, we can tend to hem and haw, and hope that it just goes away.  We do nothing.  But the example that we are being shown by Jesus, the example given to us as “Little Christs,” is that we should say what we mean, and be not afraid!  We need to stand up for what we know, and not hide behind our fear.  God’s face will show through our own, and what we’re saying will be heard!  People are going to get angry, of course.  But our God is with us, and has promised to be by our side as we pass through the waters and the fire.  And even more, we will reap the fruits of that truth in spades.

SPEAK THE TRUTH IN LOVE.  GOD HOPES THIS FOR US, SO HIGHLY.

AMEN.