Speaker: Bethany DaveyText: Proverbs 25:11-15; Galatians 5:22-23

What is it to be gentle? What is it to pursue, to practice, gentleness? These questions followed me around for the weeks leading up to this sermon. As with the other fruits of the Spirit, there are ways for us to understand these words and traits, but often their practice is more nuanced and complex than a simple, singular definition allows. 

I would not describe myself as a gentle person. I grew up as the Ursula to my sister’s Ariel, a thundering boom of energy, big hair and even bigger feelings. I am often the (literal) guffaw in the midst of giggles, the hollered cheer among polite golf claps. For those of us who have been told we are “too much”—too big, too loud, too bold, too brazen—is gentleness even within our realm of possibilities? 

And, for those who are the quiet gigglers among guffawers, the golf clappers surrounded by rowdy cheers, those who may have been told you are too quiet, too small, too reserved: are you perceived as solely gentle? Constrained by a very specific understanding of gentleness itself?

A simple definition of gentleness is hard to come by. The first definition provided by Miriam-Webster is a negative one, defining gentleness by what it is not, rather than by what it is: “free from harshness, sternness or violence.” While this definition points us away from certain tendencies, it does not make clear what gentleness might point us toward. 

More disheartening to me are the first definitions of gentle in its verb form: “to make (an animal) tame and docile…to mollify, placate.” I am disheartened by such a definition, not because it doesn’t fit, but because non-human animals, women and other oppressed peoples and even the Earth have been expected to demonstrate such a gentleness: one of…

Text: Galatians 5:22-23; Luke 4:14-21Speaker: Mark Rupp

As was already mentioned, the fruit of the Spirit that we are focusing on this morning is “faithfulness.” Faithfulness can be a slippery word. In our culture, it’s often reduced to religious belief or loyalty to a group. But in scripture, especially as Paul often uses it, faithfulness is closer to trust. A deep, ongoing trust in God’s work and God’s ways. Trust that doesn’t just live as a belief in the mind but is embodied. Faithfulness as trust shows up in how we walk, how we live, how we respond when the road gets rough.

So when we think about faithfulness, we ought to consider where we place our trust and with whom we walk this journey. Faithfulness cannot be reduced just to loyalty, as if our faith is merely in this or that congregation or the Mennonite Church as a whole. But when our churches and our denominations are at their best, they are about bringing people together to discern what it means to be faithful here and now, what it means to trust the Spirit of God who continues to grow fruit in us and anoint us for the work of the kin-dom. 

I’m thankful to be reflecting on faithfulness as I continue to reflect on the recent Mennonite Church USA national convention that I attended along with a handful of others from our congregation. Our faith is centered on Jesus not in the Mennonite Church, but these connections with folks who have similar values help us to consider how to best be faithful to Jesus. 

At the convention, we were invited to center ourselves around a deceptively simple call: “Follow Jesus.” This simple theme focused the worship services throughout the week and, in a general sense, guided the seminars, hymn sings, celebrations, and…

Text: Galatians 5:22-23; Matthew 11:28 – 12:8Speaker: Mark Rupp

A couple years ago I heard a story that stuck with me. It was a Buddhist koan, which is kind of like a parable, and I’ve been thinking about it this week. The story goes:

There were two monks traveling through the countryside, one younger and one older. Their path was long and muddy after a night of heavy rain. The older monk walked with a quiet steadiness, used to the rhythm of the journey and the unpredictability of travel. The younger monk was more anxious, his robe already muddy and his body still soaked and cold.

As they turned a corner, they came upon a river swollen with rain, the current rushing, the banks slick with mud. A well-dressed woman stood at the edge, clearly frustrated and trying to figure out a way across. She looked at the water, then at her nice clothing, then back again. There was no bridge in sight. She was stuck.

Without saying a word, the older monk approached her. He bowed slightly and held out his arms toward her. After a moment of hesitation, the woman understood and allowed the monk to gently lift her into his arms. He carried her across the river one step at a time, carefully, quietly, and then he set her down on the other side with another bow. She acknowledged him briefly before hurrying off down the road.

The younger monk followed silently as the two monks continued on their way. But he was obviously agitated, mulling something over in his mind. After nearly an hour, he finally burst out, “Why did you do that? You know that in our order we are forbidden to touch women. You broke that vow. You risked everything!”

The older monk looked at him quizzically and said, “I…

By Julie Hart

Galatians 5:19-25

 It’s very humbling to be asked to speak on the fruit of the Spirit of patience. In fact, whether or not I am the right person to speak is up for grabs. But, all I can say is that in retrospect, over the course of my 71 years, I am certainly more patient today than I was in my 20s, 30s or 40’s when my motto was something like goals first, time management, efficiency, charge!

So that we’re on the same page, I want to start by defining patience. I see patience as an ability to endure difficulties without frustration, complaining or anger. It includes a calm non-judgmental perseverance in the face of life’s challenges or when things are not going as planned.   Patience involves the capacity to bear pain and suffering with quiet, steady resolve. It includes self-control and an ability to let go of our frustration when confronted with all kinds of barriers. I think it’s also helpful to note what patience is not. Obviously, it’s not impatience but lack of self-control, acting out of frustration and anger, being erratic and complaining a lot. 

When I think about patience, I think about my son Kellen with three little girls ages 6, 3 and. 8 months when getting them ready for bed, getting them into and out of the bathtub and dealing with meltdowns. So I asked him, what do you think is your key to patience with the kids? He thought for a bit and said he heard a podcast once talk about the importance of letting go of what should happen, what should be, how people should behave. He added, when I am able to let go of the shoulds, it gives me the patience to deal with most difficult situations. This is a great observation…

Today’s Scripture: Galatians 5:19-25; John 14:27

Reflection by Jeri Arent

As many of you may know, I am a retired librarian. I worked for Columbus Metropolitan Library and enjoyed my 30 years there as a reference librarian who helped library patrons find information and materials they wanted. ( I love to “look things up” ) After I retired, I wanted to continue helping people but I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do as a volunteer.  I led tours of a historic house in Worthington as a volunteer at the Worthington Historical Society, but I wanted to do more to help people less fortunate than I.

I had always wanted to sew and had a fascination with quilts and quilt making, but I had not taken the time to learn how to make a quilt.  I admired quilts and comforters, and was amazed by them, but I was not sure I could do that kind of sewing.

Judy Hartzler and I often chatted about quilts and quilt making when we worked together at the library. Many years before I retired, Judy had invited me to a quilt auction at the Ohio MCC Relief Sale in Kidron, Ohio.  I had never heard of MCC or had any idea what they did. I enjoyed the auction, watching quilts and comforters being auctioned off, sometimes for very high prices and all to be given away. It was amazing to me.

After I retired, Judy invited me to come to her church and help with a group that made comforters.  She asked me to come to help set up quilt frames for a knotting party.

All this was a mystery to me having never set up a quilt frame nor knotted a comforter.  As a total novice, I wondered how I would fit in.

Well, I was overwhelmed by the warmth…