CMC Service 7/16/2023 from Gwen Reiser on Vimeo.

“A Way Out of Hell” 
Texts: Exodus 21:33-36; Matthew 5:23-24
Speaker: Joel Miller

There’s a scene from the movie Gandhi that’s stuck with me since I first saw it.  Mohandas Gandhi was an attorney from India during British colonial rule.  He found a basis for nonviolent philosophy in his Hindu sacred text, the Bhagavad Gita.  He was also deeply influenced by the teachings of Jesus in the Sermon on the Mount, which he thought might be worth trying out on these British Christians occupying his country.  He became a leader of the Indian National Congress, even as he traded in his comfortable lifestyle and Western attire for homespun cloth and simple food produced in a self-sufficient community.  He developed a vision of a free India that honored religious pluralism and cultural diversity. Through nonviolent public campaigns and numerous imprisonments, Gandhi led India to independence from Britain in 1947.  But violence broke out between Indian Muslim nationalists, and Hindu Indians.  As he had done several times before, Gandhi went on a hunger strike, pledging not to eat until all Indians would stop attacking each other. 

The scene I’m referring to happens at this point, toward the end of the film, as leaders are gathered around Gandhi’s bedside, his energy depleted from fasting.  They’re telling him the fighting had finally stopped.  Suddenly a wide-eyed man bursts in and begs Gandhi to eat so he can stay alive, but that he himself was going to hell.  Gandhi replies that only God can decide this.  The man insists, saying that he killed a child.  The Muslims had killed his boy, so in his rage he had retaliated.  Gandhi takes in the gravity of this confession and replies to…

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Our Secrets Make Us Sick: The Healing Power of Confession 

by Julie Hart

My understanding of Christianity as a spiritual journey expanded when I began attending 12 Step meetings in 1987.  My stepdad had just admitted he was an alcoholic and entered a Residential Treatment Program.  His admission gave me permission, at age 34, to enter an Adult Children of Alcoholics 12 Step Program and I have been using the 12 Steps ever since. The 12 Steps take core Christian concepts I had grown up with like sin, salvation, confession, repentance, forgiveness, prayer and grace and applied them in a systematic way that made sense to me.  Following my journey through the first 3 steps: admitting my life was unmanageable, believing God could heal me (instead of all my self-help efforts) and surrendering my will and my life to God over a period of years, I waded into the steps that I call confession of sins.  These 4 steps involve writing out a searching moral inventory of not our sins but our fears and resentments, admitting to God, ourselves and another person the exact nature of these defects of character, preparing to let God heal these wounds and then inviting God to remove all of them. It was hard.

I grew up in a progressive Community church and so was only exposed to the idea of sin and individual confession from my Catholic friends. Many mainline churches like mine tossed out personal confession with the Christian Reformation 500 years ago while keeping a generic corporate…

CMC Service 7-2-23 from Gwen Reiser on Vimeo.

12 Step Spirituality Worship Series

Texts: Steps 2 & 3; Mark 10:17-27

The man in our story for today has no name. His story shows up in three of the four gospels. Here in Mark’s gospel he is simply described as “a man.”  In Matthew’s version, he is explicitly described as a young man. In Luke’s he is called “a certain ruler.”  In all of them, it eventually becomes clear that he is rich.

In amalgamation, this has come to be known as the story of the Rich Young Ruler. But in none of the versions does this person have a name. Instead, he becomes known by how others perceive him, how others label him.

As we explore the spirituality of the 12 Steps, many of you may be like me and have only second-hand knowledge of the steps and stereotypical images of the kinds of groups that utilize them. One of the most prevalent images is of a person standing before a group, introducing themselves and declaring that they are an alcoholic, an addict, or whatever identifier sums up what they have admitted they are powerless over. 

Last week we learned that the first of the Twelve Steps involves an admission of powerlessness over something (or things) that has caused our lives to become unmanageable. In its original version, Step One was an admission of powerlessness over alcohol, but for our purposes, we left that space blank to recognize that there are many things in life that we are powerless over, that make life unmanageable. This blank allows each of us to enter into this worship series as insiders, filling in the blank with whatever addiction we most need to confront and doing our…

CMC Service 6-25-23 from Gwen Reiser on Vimeo.

Taking the First Step
Text: Psalm 32:3-5a; Romans 7:15-20
Speaker: Joel Miller

According to M. Scott Peck, the psychiatrist best known for his book The Road Less Traveled, the greatest positive event of the 20th century occurred in Akron, Ohio.  I’ll say that again to make sure it registers: According to renowned psychiatrist Scott Peck, the greatest positive event of the 20th century occurred in Akron, Ohio.  The quote is from 1993, so for all you basketball fans out there, he was not making a prediction about the rise of Akron-born basketball great Lebron James who, as a 9 year old, still hadn’t quite perfected his jumpshot.

Here’s the full quote, from Peck’s book Further Along The Road Less Traveled:

I believe the greatest positive event of the 20th century occurred in Akron, Ohio…when Bill W. and Dr. Bob convened the first Alcoholics Anonymous meeting.  It was not only the beginning of the self-help movement and the beginning of the integration of science and spirituality at a grass-roots level, but also the beginning of the community movement…which is going to be the salvation not only of alcoholics and addicts but of us all (p. 150).

As a native-born Ohioan I really like the idea of us having the most important anything.  Every bruised Buckeye needs a little ego boost now and then.  Whether or not you agree with the extent of these claims, it’s hard to argue with the fact that 12 Step communities have transformed and are transforming millions of lives.

One of those communities has met regularly at CMC since 2007, known by the name of the book they study, Hunger for Healing.  The subtitle of that book is “The Twelve Steps as a Classic…

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Reflection | Cindy Fath

Like many of us, I grew up being outdoors. On our farm, we had a woodlot to explore, vast fields of crops, a large track of lawn and garden, pastures with animals and endless trees to climb. And if that wasn’t enough, we were also free to roam my grandparents’ farms, one who lived just a few minutes away.  Since I can remember, I have preferred the outdoors over the indoors.  My specialty was hiding in a tall tree, leaning my back against the trunk amidst the leaves and reading until my mom figured out where I was.

During my childhood summers, my next door grandpa, Grandpa Sommers, who didn’t do a lot of farm work anymore, appointed himself to stalk thistles and other undesirable weeds on our properties.  With his trusty hoe, well-sharpened on a grindstone that made sparks fly, he’d “hoe and conquer.”  I don’t know how old I was when I began accompanying him on his rounds. He liked the company and I liked skipping out on house cleaning and other such hard labor. We’d traipse the farm and fence rows, observing birds or eating nature’s gifts while attempting to reduce the thistle population before they could go to seed.

As we rambled, he taught me how to recognize the sassafras tree and the taste of its twigs.  He taught me that hickory nuts and beech nuts were edible. He talked about the history of the land and what it was like when he had moved in. He taught me the names of the flowers, trees, birds and insects that he knew.

During my teen years, I sometimes took my favorite poem book and read poetry on a large sunny outcropping of rock. “This is my rock and here I run…