Tuesday - September 16, 2025

SCRIPTURE Genesis 17: 4-5 As for me, this is my covenant with you: You will be the father of many nations. No longer will you be called Abram; your name will be Abraham, for I have made you a father of many nations.  READING What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. Romeo and Juliet, Act II, Scene 2 WORDS OF HOPE A few months ago, Kasandra and I saw the musical & Juliet. It’s a vibrant pop musical that reimagines Shakespeare's tragic heroine Juliet choosing to live after Romeo's death, embarking on a journey of self-discovery and empowerment. The musical keeps the sentiment of ‘a rose by any other name’, but it expands on this idea to show that, in reality, names and societal labels do have power and can significantly influence identity, relationships, and outcomes. Names are not superficial but deeply embedded in our society and are difficult to overcome. Perhaps the bravest person I know is my non-binary child Orion. In a culture where trans people are vilified and their identity has been officially rejected by the State, they shine like a star. They continue their Library Science studies, run a produce department at a grocery store, care for their cat Toothless, and love people unconditionally. They embrace themselves and care deeply for others. Yes, I am an extremely proud papa. There’s a Biblical embracing of name changes as being sacred. The name changes often accompany transitions in identity and calling. This aligns powerfully with queer experiences of gender and identity affirmation. Abram becomes Abraham and Sarai becomes Sarah. Jesus renames Simon to be Peter. Saul becomes Paul. These moments resonate with people who have wrestled with their identity and emerged with new, truer names — not as rejection of the past, but as holy affirmation of who they are becoming. From a queer biblical lens, changing your name is a sacred act of becoming, affirming the divine image within. Mirroring biblical transformations, changing one’s name becomes a testimony of resilience and truth. It says: “I have wrestled, I have survived, I have seen God, and I will be who I will be.” Last month, my niece Abigael wrote this in her Facebook feed: Tomorrow morning, I'm participating in the Rite of Blessing a New Identity at St. John's. The transformation that God has done in me since moving to Minnesota 6 years is too amazing to put in words. I am so grateful for the parts each of you have played in my life. The Holy Spirit is wild and free, but when you chase after Her with your whole self, all fear and falseness fall away, and all that remains is love. In that transformation of name and identity, in that affirmation of becoming, the rose might smell even sweeter. PRAYER Blessed are You, Source of Becoming, who calls us by our true names, even before we speak them aloud. Like Jacob becoming Israel, like Sarai becoming Sarah, like You, O God, who said, “I will be who I will be” — we rise into our name with courage, with pride, and with You beside me. Amen. DEVOTION AUTHOR Thomas Riggs

SCRIPTURE  The Revelation of John 21:1-5 Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and the sea was no more. And I saw the holy city, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “See, the home of God is among mortals. God will dwell with them; they will be God’s people, and God will be with them and be their God; God will wipe every tear from their eyes. Death will be no more; mourning and crying and pain will be no more, for the first things have passed away.” And the one who was seated on the throne said, “See, I am making all things new.” WORDS OF HOPE The End or the Beginning? What is going on in your life now? Do you see yourself at a particular place, stage or phase of your life? Is it a time of beginnings? Beginnings can happen repeatedly. Beginnings occur whether we are young or old or in the middle of something or some time. Even the word “begin” starts with the word “beg” which evokes a plea or asks for something that is not yet. Beginnings are opportunities. Beginnings are opportunities to start something, give something, receive something, create something, invite something or someone into being. Notably, the word beginning is often associated with the word “new,” which evokes a freshness and youthful energy that brings anticipation of what is yet to be. Anyone can turn the page and write the words, “The End.” It takes intention, creativity, and effort to turn the page and write a new chapter. Beyond that, it requires sacrifice and the desire to bring positive change in the world to make that chapter not just another chapter, but one that becomes a legacy. When a faith community that had been established generations ago found itself dwindling down to only a handful of people, a choice had to be made. The congregation could do nothing until the last remnant of folks died or were no longer able to sustain what they collectively had. They could choose to close and write the words, “The End,” on their history. Instead, they chose to rethink their ending to make it a legacy, not merely for their own benefit but potentially for generations to come. They gifted their large and aging building to a much larger congregation in need of space with which to launch a satellite community. This larger church had the financial resources to make the necessary repairs and refurbishments the building so desperately needed. Just over a year later, from the ashes of a declining congregation, rose an inviting new home for new generations of people seeking to establish spiritual roots and holy connections. Followers of Jesus are called to embody hope, to practice resurrection of spirit and community, to live out redemptive Grace that sees new beginnings in endings and works to make it happen. We can do it with our own lives. We can do it collectively as a group or community, small or large. Transformation starts with divine connection. It is guided and sustained by the fresh breeze of the Holy Spirit. Transformation moves forward by the compelling faith that love and perseverance can outlast despair. PRAYER Come, Holy Spirit, and freshen our lives with new beginnings and the vision, faith, hope, love and connections to make it so. Amen. DEVOTION AUTHOR Rev. Dr. Gary Kindley Pastoral Psychotherapist drgk.org

READING (LYRICS)  Kiss today goodbye, The sweetness and the sorrow. Wish me luck, the same to you. But I can't regret What I did for love, what I did for love. Look my eyes are dry. The gift was ours to borrow. It's as if we always knew, And I won't forget what I did for love, What I did for love. Gone, Love is never gone. As we travel on, Love's what we'll remember. Kiss today goodbye, And point me toward tomorrow. We did what we had to do. Won't forget, can't regret What I did for Love…. -Marvin Hamlisch and Edward Kleban* WORDS OF HOPE The day after Labor Day a post by Barbara Brown Taylor appeared in my inbox—always inspiring to read. One topic she touches upon is how we stratify people in hierarchies by their answer to the question: What do you do for a living? There’s quite a different reaction to “corporate litigator” and “septic pump truck driver.” Then she quips that she’s going to say “taxidermist” the next time she’s asked. She tells a story of traveling in an Eastern European country and talking with a person whose “body lit up” when he talked about the boy’s soccer team he coached. He shared that he liked winning, but even more “watching boys learn to play to each other’s strengths instead of relying solely on their own.” When Taylor said, “What a great job,” he said, “Oh, no, my job is on an assembly line. This I do for love.” We hear so much talk today about vocation and finding our calling, but too often what we love can’t provide a sustainable living. We can, however, follow our hearts as an avocation. A friend’s son loved acting and musical theater with a passion that lit him up inside and filled him with joy. While he was able to engage in theater in high school and college, he couldn’t make a living in acting. But he did the next best thing. He got connected with local theater troupes and put his whole self into any part he played. It’s what he did for love. Upon reading Taylor’s reflection, my head was filled with the song “What I Did for Love” from “Chorus Line” whose lyrics are above. I would invite you this morning to ask yourself what it is that you do for love? Gardening, walking dogs, gazing at the stars, cooking, playing cornhole with friends? Perhaps we could ask the question a different way as well: What do you do for love of God? Maybe like me you can remember a time in your life when, in the fullness of gratitude and with an aching yearning in your heart, you wanted nothing more than to serve God—using your time and gifts in feeding the homeless or teaching children or praising God in music. Not a “responsibility” but something so dear to you that when you had to miss doing it, there was a hole in your week. If for whatever reason there is nothing right now that you do for love or for love of God, I’d encourage you to pray about it and to imagine yourself “following your bliss” as Joseph Campbell put it. And then take the steps to get involved in the thing you can’t forget, won’t regret doing for love. PRAYER “The gifts are ours to borrow,” O God, given by you in love. May we sing “what I did for love” with our very lives. Amen. DEVOTION AUTHOR Dr. Pat Saxon *Link to the song sung by Stephanie J. Block https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8XxXzj332v8

SCRIPTURE Psalm 24.1 “The earth is the Lord’s, and everything in it, the world, and all who live in it.” WORDS OF HOPE A World of Mirrors Is it a blessing or a curse that we know what we look like? I am thinking of the animal world, specifically the three growing kittens we feed on the porch. (The Tabby Twins and Tipper) I know they can see their own reflections as they gaze into the glass door. Do they know it is themselves? Do they care? I doubt it. Like the rest of the animal world, they need no mirror. They know an empty stomach. They know needing to fill it. They know cold and warmth. They are not consumed by the inevitability of sickness, age, or death. I pondered a Bible verse in Genesis about God saying we have created humans in “our own image” giving the reader a riddle about who “they” are after whom we are created. We know how we look obsessively; our own image. We further that notion by wanting to have less weight or more weight, more this, less that. When we look in the mirror, do we look like God? The passage urges us to us ask the question, what does God look like? I know what I’ve been told; all about God in human form being Jesus. I don’t think I look anything like Jesus. But analyzing further, could God be part human and part animal like those ancient Egyptian deities, the ones who concentrated on what they did, not how they looked? In the human world of our self-imposed drive to look younger, have more energy, and, by every means, attempt to defeat death in the process, we might look in that mirror and ask What doesn’t look like God? Rather than How does God look, we should be asking Who is God? I could simplify the whole thing by saying God is Love, the love that surrounds the humans with their questions and the kittens with their Kibbles. Every day at feeding times, I know how blessed the kittens are to not have to ask, or to know, but only to be. Maybe that’s what the Almighty meant in saying “Be still and know that I am God.” PRAYER God of our Creation, as we look in our mirrors, may we see your love of the world and all that is in it reflected in our eyes. May the kittens of our lives always teach us the joy of being a part of it. Amen DEVOTION AUTHOR Charlie C. Rose Order of St. Francis and St. Clare

SCRIPTURE  Psalm 139:17-19 from The Message Your thoughts - how rare, how beautiful! God, I'll never comprehend them! I couldn't even begin to count them - any more than I could count the sand of the sea. Oh, let me rise in the morning and live always with you! And please, God, do away with wickedness for good! And you murderers - out of here! WORDS OF HOPE A few weeks ago, I celebrated my fifty-ninth first day of school. I began kindergarten at age four and have been in a classroom in some capacity or another every year since then. I spent many years as a student before becoming a professor. I also raised two girls who were educated in both private and public schools; so, I have experienced education from every side of the desk. It goes without saying that much has changed in education during these past fifty-nine years. I’m not sure that the majority of it has been for the better. Today marks the observance of International Day to Protect Education from Attack. “ The day was established by a unanimous decision of the UN General Assembly, calling on UNESCO and UNICEF to raise awareness of the plight of millions of children living in countries affected by conflict. The resolution proclaiming the Day was presented by the State of Qatar and co-sponsored by 62 countries. The General Assembly resolution affirms that governments have the primary responsibility to provide protection and ensure inclusive and equitable quality education at all levels to all learners, especially those in vulnerable situations. It further emphasizes the need to intensify efforts and increase funding to promote safe and protective school environments in humanitarian emergencies by taking all feasible measures to protect schools, learners and educational personnel from attack, refrain from actions that impede children’s access to education, and facilitate access to education in situations of armed conflict.” This declaration was written to address education primarily in war-stricken areas. Sadly, it is needed as well in schools that are not in declared war zones. One of the things that has changed the most during my life in education is that students and teachers no longer feel safe at school. Passing a math or spelling test is far less worrisome than will everyone make it home safely at the end of the school day. Though it may be further below the surface, many enter their places of worship each week with these same worries. Like our schools, our churches, mosques, and synagogues have also had their sense of being a place of safety shattered. The most beautiful of God’s thoughts is that of love. Indeed, no human mind can fully comprehend the vastness of God’s love. It is our responsibility as children of God to become lifelong learners when it comes to growing in our understanding of God’s love. It has many facets. It can look, sound, and feel many different ways. One thing that I am certain of is that God’s love creates for us a feeling of safety. For all those that want God in our schools, let that be the God of safety, the God of love. How much more would our students learn if rather than practicing regular lockdown and armed intruder drills we were required to practice love thy neighbor drills. I doubt I will live to see it, but I pray hard for the day when schools feel safe, when all the scary drills are no longer necessary, when students, teachers, and parents don’t begin each school day wondering if this will be “the day” it happens at my school. PRAYER “And please, God, do away with wickedness for good! And you murderers - out of here!” Amen DEVOTION AUTHOR Kris Baker Order of St. Francis and St. Clare