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Canticle of the Turning, by Cathy Baskin

By the time you are reading this, we will be two days into 2019. Advent is past, Christmas has come, and Epiphany is upon us; or at least the day of Epiphany is upon us. Even better: maybe you experienced an epiphany of your own in recent weeks?

I received one at a most needed moment. The Friday before Christmas, I was in our Peet’s Coffee shop, sharing table fellowship with my son, Will. We lamented the events of yet another week when it seemed that Decency and Order were losing to Chaos and Carelessness. Our spirits were agitated and getting lower.

In an effort to reorient and cheer ourselves, we made plans for our holiday time together. We decided to listen to Canticle of the Turning, the song that Leah had selected for Will to sing in worship on December 23. It is a contemporary version of Mary’s Magnificat, set to an Irish folk tune. We hadn’t heard it before, though Will recognized the melody. The steady rhythms and lilting music created a growing energy that was embodied in the lyrics:

        Though I am small, my God, my all, you work great things in me,

And your mercy will last from the depths of the past to the end of the age to be.

Your very name puts the proud to shame, and to those who would for you yearn,

You will show your might, put the strong to flight, for the world is about to turn.

As the song worked on me, I felt a surge of hope. I remembered that things are happening that we cannot see. I was reminded that the movement of the Spirit may begin as a trickle here and there; but the unhindered Love and Justice of God can grow into a mighty force that will sweep away Hate and Injustice. I believed in my soul that it was indeed possible that “the world is about to turn.”  

Happy New Year!


Listen here to a recording of Canticle of the Turning, by Gary Daigle, Rory Cooney & Theresa Donohoo. 

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Draw Near, by Leah Grundset Davis

Draw Near…

Our Advent theme has been rolling around in my head for a couple months. Over that time, I’ve thought of several ways that our theme is timely and calling us forward. 

We draw near… 

as we celebrate those who chose to join RBC as new members this past Sunday,  

as we make Advent wreaths and play Advent bingo,

as the world around us feels chaotic, and we know we have a home at RBC,

as we listen for the beautiful songs and voices of our Christmas Cantata this coming Sunday, 

We draw near during this season to the promise of peace, hope, joy, and love, as we acknowledge our grief and pain, and still believe that we are loved.   

We draw near to the coming Christ and live into and proclaim that God-with-us has come, is here with us, and will come again. 

Hope to see everyone these coming weeks as there will be sacred spaces where we can all draw near to the love of God and one another.

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The Gospel According to Mr. Rogers, by Steve Hyde

I have a new gospel canon: Matthew, Mark, Luke, John, and Mister Rogers.

The Gospel According to Fred Rogers:

            I believe that appreciation is a holy thing-

            that when we look for what’s best in a person

            we happen to be with at the moment,

            we’re doing what God does all the time.

            So in loving and appreciating our neighbor,

            we’re participating in something sacred.

This is a good week to reflect on appreciation as a holy thing. When we engage in appreciation, especially with our gaze on each other and our neighbors, we are participating in something sacred. And an even more astounding thought:

            We’re doing what God does all the time!

A cure for hate is desperately needed, and here it is in plain sight. In a world created and sustained by God who never hates, the simple but powerful act of appreciation opens a way to do what God does all the time. Appreciation keeps the heart open, and that’s no small thing.

There is healing for our hearts, and hope for our land. Appreciation for the other, and for one another, will bring us out of our collective hypnotic trance, and show us the open door between heaven and earth.

I hope you have a warm and wonderful Thanksgiving, and that we will enter the Advent season with a new and deepened appreciation for all of God’s gifts. The light will shine in the darkness, and never more so than when our hearts are open.

The Gospel According to Mister Rogers.

Thanks be to God!

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Our Life Together, by Cathy Baskin

What has been your journey during these past eight weeks? Where have you found yourself in the texts we have studied from Walter Brueggemann’s book Interrupting Silence: God’s Command to Speak Out? To reflect on just one of them: Did you tremble with possibility, as Bartimeus did when he heard that the Son of David was within shouting distance? The reality of Jesus’ nearness gave the blind man the courage to raise his voice, and keep raising it, until the Messiah heard. Empowered, Bartimeus cast aside his cloak, along with the limitations of the identity imposed on him by his culture. Or, did you aspire to be like Jesus, who heard Bartimeus, responded to his plea for restoration, and gave him the dignity to choose his own future, no strings attached?

Were you moved by the young women who honored us by sharing theirstories at the Fall Ethics Seminar? When staff chose the theme for the fall sermon series back in July, how could we have known that these “Dreamers” would talk about leading lives of self-imposed silence and invisibility, until they were liberated by the hope of obtaining legal status through DACA? Did it give you chills, too, when they told of finding their voices, and the courage they drew from the response of faithful allies who heard them, and stood alongside them?

Throughout this Fall, our call to discipleship has been re-framed: we are called to break the silence of oppressive systems, imposed by the powerful in the interest of maintaining the status quo. We are called to break our personal silence, giving voice to our stories and to the wounds and anxieties that distort our lives if we hold them alone. We are called to stand with those who will be silenced no more, as allies who respect their freedom to shape their own liberation. We are called to be faithful listeners, with open spirits, ready to be transformed by the stories we hear  

I hope you will enjoy the photo of our new banner. On Sunday, at the close of worship, we processed outside of our sanctuary and planted it together. It is one response to Brueggemann’s call to interrupt silence as followers of Jesus, here and now. What other ways will we live into this calling in our life together? As we turn towards Advent, we will hold all these things in our hearts, and look for the leading of the Spirit.

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Job Posting: Director of Communications

Director of Communications

Ravensworth Baptist Church, Annandale, Va., seeks a part-time Director of Communications to assist the congregation in its ministry to each other, our community, and the world by providing leadership and support in the areas of website curation, digital communications, graphic design, video, and other forms of communication. We especially seek a person skilled in the area of digital presence and social media. This is a 5-8 hour/week position that works closely with the church staff and reports to the pastors. Candidates should have website, social media, and design experience.

To apply, please send your resume and references to Please direct any questions to the above email address as well. Deadline to apply is November 12, 2018.

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Podcasts and Singing our Faith, by Leah G. Davis

There are two things that sustain me on my morning commute: coffee and podcasts. Over the last two years, I’ve done a deep dive into political podcasts.

But in the last few weeks, I’ve paused my political podcasts and instead, spent my mornings listening to a new (to me) podcast called Healing Justice Podcast. On one episode, the Resistance Revival Chorus was featured. Perhaps you remember them from performing at the Grammys or maybe you’ve heard their version of ” You Don’t Own Me,” which has been in regular rotation in my car for the last six months. (video will open in facebook, but you don’t need facebook to watch it)  

These moments of morning reflection have brought me back to our life together at RBC. We do this work of hope-casting, of peace-building, of working for justice-love because we believe God’s dreams are possible. And we sing our faith through them alongside one another. 

This Sunday, we’ll sing a new hymn called “By the Streams of Babylon,” by Carolyn Winfrey Gilette, that offers commentary on our world today, our biblical text, and hope for what is to come. It’s set to the familiar tune of “For the Beauty of the Earth,” which is all together fitting. I hope these songs connect with you on a soul-stirring level as we sing our faith together. 

Singing alongside you in hope,


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Postscript to Psalms of the Summer, by Steve Hyde

I know that summer’s over, but I still don’t have the psalms out of my system. I recently (like five minutes ago) came across a meditation by Richard Rohr in which he speaks of the psalms, and quotes Kathleen Norris as she writes about her Benedictine experience of praying and singing the psalms. I’d like to share it with you now as a postscript to our “psalms of the summer.”

So much of our lives is dictated by our preferences, what we like and don’t like. We all naturally gravitate toward what we find attractive, and there’s nothing inherently wrong with that. But we need to be aware that there are things deeper than our preferences. If we do not recognize that, we will follow them addictively and never uncover our soul’s deeper desires. Often the very things that don’t appeal to us have the most to teach us spiritually.

If you’re like me, you’d much rather spend time in the classical, medieval, or renaissance galleries than in modern exhibits. We tend to be attracted to whatever version of art makes us feel comfortable or reflects our worldview. We play this game of preference even in what we we’ve deemed the “sacred art” of the psalms. We prefer the calm bucolic scene of Psalm 23, but cringe when the psalmist mirrors back to us the messiness, violence, and confusion of being human. St. John Cassian (c. 360-c. 435) taught that the psalms carry in them “all the feelings of which human nature is capable.”

Poet Kathleen Norris writes of her experience singing the psalms three times a day as a guest in a Benedictine monastery:

The psalms demand engagement, they ask you to read them with your whole self, praying, as St. Benedict says, “in such a way that our minds are in harmony with our voices.” . . . You come to the Bible’s great “book of praises” through all the moods and conditions of life, and while you may feel like hell, you sing anyway. To your surprise, you find that the psalms do not deny your true feelings but allow you to reflect on them.

But to the modern reader the psalms can seem impenetrable: how in the world can we read, let alone pray, these angry and often violent poems from an ancient warrior culture? At a glance they seem overwhelmingly patriarchal, ill-tempered, moralistic, vengeful, and often seem to reflect precisely what is wrong with our world. And that’s the point, or part of it. As one reads the psalms every day, it becomes clear that the world they depict is not really so different from our own; the fourth-century monk Athanasius wrote that the psalms “become like a mirror to the person singing them.” . . . The psalms remind us that the way we judge each other, with harsh words and acts of vengeance, constitutes injustice, and they remind us that it is the powerless in society who are overwhelmed when injustice becomes institutionalized.

In expressing all the complexities and contradictions of human experience, the psalms act as good psychologists. They defeat our tendency to try to be holy without being human first.

The Psalms-like all great art-lead us to a truer image of ourselves, reality, and God.

I’d like for the psalms to get the last word: “O God, you are my God, I seek you, my soul thirsts for you…My soul is satisfied as with a rich feast.”

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As Fall Arrives, by Cathy Baskin

As I listen to the energetic conversations of our PDO Preschool staff preparing to welcome children and families, I fully realize that summer is over! 

(Speaking of summer: I want to say thank you to the RBC congregation, for the generous gift of a month’s sabbatical. It was a welcome time to reflect, mark some items off my “to-do” list, and enjoy being with friends and family. Thank you for giving me the opportunity take a break; and a special thanks to those who stepped up so that I could step away.)

Speaking of children and families: staff and volunteers have been in conversation about how we value and nurture our children at RBC. There have been many discussions about how we can creatively enhance our ministries and programs for them. Stay tuned!

As fall arrives, you will see the fruits of the planning that has continued during summer. I encourage you to take a good look at the newsletter to get a sense of all that is coming our way as we return to our regular schedule and programs:

  • Faith formation activities that will connect with the fall sermon series on Interrupting Silence;
  • Opportunities for fellowship: potluck breakfast this Sunday, and church picnic on the 16th;
  • Workshops, for 55+ and caregivers, on legal and financial planning;
  • Choir resumes and rehearsals begin for the Christmas Cantata, as music at RBC thrives;
  • The Fall Ethics Seminar series: Our Immigration Environment; and
  • Volunteer education and information session and dinner for refugee support (Good Neighbor Program).

And— in March 2019, we will celebrate the 60th anniversary of the founding of RBC! Can you believe it? A working committee has begun making plans for the anniversary weekend.

As always, there is so much bubbling up in our life together. Welcome back to another year of living out our call to share love, do justice, and build community, as followers of Jesus!


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Star Words: Festivity?

This column appeared in our August 8, 2018 newsletter.

The last time we talked about Star Words, it was 16 degrees and we were about to welcome some nasty winter weather. It was the first Sunday in January when we celebrated Epiphany. Stranger Things guided us to that star the wise guys followed as they searched for the one that brought about hope, peace, joy, and love.

We each picked a yellow star from a basket during worship. They were completely random, but when we started talking at the door, some of us thought our words chose us. The idea was to take the word and see how we interacted with it this year. We might not like it so much. We might love it. But what might God teach us if we looked at the world with this word in mind?

Well, seven months into our faith-filled experiment, I’m here to tell you that my word, festivity has stuck with me in two ways:

1. I love to make meaning from just about everything, so I love making even the smallest event festive. I’ve paid attention to the joy it brings me even as I try to bring joy to others, and…

2. It’s been a hard year to be festive. We’ve seen trauma, pain, hate, and greed run rampant in our country, and it’s wearing on us. On the days when I’ve felt really down, I’ve tried to think about the word, festivity and wrestle with it a bit. It’s reminded me that joy is essential to strength, resistance, and hope. 

I’m curious how this practice of Star Words has gone for you thus far in 2018. What was your word and how has it made its way into your vocabulary? Have you thought about it since that Epiphany Sunday? Send me an email, facebook message, give me a call or let’s grab coffee. Let me know how these stars are guiding you as we look for the one who brings about hope, peace, joy, and love. 

Wishing you a festive week,


PS- It’s not too late to get a Star Word if you need one! They hang out in a bowl in the pastors’ office, so swing by and pick one up the next time you’re at church. 

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Anyone can be a psalmist, by Steve Hyde

Today is absolutely beautiful. Yesterday was hot and muggy, but a treat was in store for us today-blue sky, low humidity, and white, billowy clouds. I did a little sky gazing this afternoon, something I did a lot of when I was a boy. I looked up at the clouds, wondered if I still had it in me to see cloud formations, and almost instantly, there was a very large dog lying on its back, paws high in the air; a backside view of Winnie the Pooh, holding some kind of a club, looking over his left shoulder; and lo and behold, one of Michael Catlett’s bow ties!

Maybe it’s because we’re listening to the psalms in our summer worship, but for a few minutes, I felt like a psalmist. When “breaking news” is heartbreaking and infuriating, the psalmist “looks to the hills, from which cometh our help.” When the psalmist feels like an ant in a vast universe, it’s the right time to look into the star-filled night sky with wonder, and marvel that not only is the Creator mindful of all of us, but we “have been crowned with glory and honor, only a little lower than God.” When the psalmist wonders if it’s possible to fall off the edge of the universe, it’s time to pose rhetorical questions, “Where can I go from your spirit? Or where can I flee from your presence?” The questions are rhetorical because the psalmist knows that no matter how far we run, or how dark it seems around us, “the darkness is not dark to you; the night is as bright as the day, for darkness is as light to you.” The very human experience of being in a body, of feeling hunger and thirst, only points to the longing of our souls for God: “My soul waits in silence…God you are my God, I seek you, my soul thirsts for you, as in a dry and weary land where there is no water.

The psalms offer us much needed perspective. It may help us with life on the ground to gaze into the sky, to be reminded of the beauty of God’s creation, and our God-given place in the universal scheme. It may re-energize us to look within, and follow our own inner hungers to a first hand experience of God’s Presence, and a Love that will not let us go.

Anyone can be a psalmist. All that’s required is a little humility, even a momentary sense of awe, a small dose of introspective honesty, the slightest willingness to shake your fist and/or open your hands to the heavens. You have a slight advantage if you’re hungry and thirsty. Whatever is present in the moment, direct it to God, who will make you lie down in green pastures, lead you beside still waters, restore your soul, and lead you in paths of justice.

May God be gracious to us and bless us and cause the face of God to shine upon us.