Thursday, September 24, 2015

Sharing Our Faith: Annie Eplee

Hi, my name is Annie Eplee. I came to Cove Church because my family comes here. But, I love this church. It is a great community.

The people here are diverse and I always feel accepted when I come here. Even though I am a young person, people ask me about my life and what I have been doing for the past few weeks.

I am going to college this week and everyone has been very supportive. You have asked me about the colleges I was applying to and how the process was going. It seems like you are sincerely interested in my life. As a teenager, to have people interested in your life keeps you positive and helps you keep going when it is hard.

The other reason I come to Cove because I love music. Music affects me spiritually and that is why I sing in the choir. Sometimes life makes me angry and upset. Music helps me to calm down.  It has always been an important part of my life. Our choir may be small, but it is spiritual. Music is the main way that I connect with God and others. Our music is professional and well done.

I will be going to George Mason in the Mason Life Program on Friday. I want to thank you for being so nice to me, helping me grow as a Christian and being an important part of my life. I will miss you, but can’t wait to experience the music when I come home for Christmas.


Thank you!!

Sharing Our Faith: Beth Neville Evans

Today I would like to thank two people for helping me along my journey of faith. 

First, John. Many years ago John said to me that he wanted to go to church but he didn’t want to go alone. He wanted us to attend church as a family. I had not even thought about going to church before that. I accompanied him, not always with the best grace and certainly without much expectation for deepening faith. Over the years, though, all of this attending – sitting in church, sometimes listening, often not; praying the Lord’s Prayer, sometimes paying attention to the words, often not; singing the hymns, sometimes paying attention, more often just trying to figure out the different harmonies – has deepened my faith. 

Something has happened to my faith and it continues to happen because I’m simply showing up at church. The words of the liturgy are deep and true although my belief is not. Or at least it isn’t yet. But the liturgy is taking me deeper. And I’m finding that more and more, I do believe.

So thank you, John, for having the wisdom to know that this might happen when we were only 23 years old and for knowing that I might be freed from limited faith by coming and sitting next to you all these years.

And thank you Linda Blondel, for suggesting that I audition for the Virginia Consort. I’m not sure I would have ever done that without your suggestion. I didn’t think I could sing well enough. I’d started to sing with the Cove choir but the Virginia Consort required another much higher skill set that I was not sure I had. And neither was Judy Gary, the director, who let me try it out to see how I would do. That first Monday evening at rehearsal, we read through the Bach Cantata, Nach Dir Herr Verlanget Mich (I long for you, Lord). The opening melody line starts with the basses, then the tenors, then the altos and finally the sopranos. They all have an octave leap followed by descending chromatic steps. Whoo! There I was in a room full of people singing. There were singing voices resonating all around me, a real surround sound that coursed through our very bodies. All of our bodies rang with the music.

“This is what heaven is,” I thought, I was so sure that God was in that room with us and that we were God’s angels. (Or at least the angels in heaven sing Bach!). I have never forgotten it.

Since that experience, music has become the vehicle to take me closer to God. It can provide me a direct line to the holy. As Alice Parker says, “One of the glories of music is that it says what words cannot say.”

Music invites me into the sacred with its holy marriage of melody and words. I find the sacred when the entire church is singing a familiar and well beloved hymn and I find it when the choir sings and I even find it when I’m singing alone. It has given new meaning to this quote from Revelation:

I hear every creature in heaven, on earth
In the world below and in the sea-
All living beings in the universe
And they were singing:
 ‘To him who sits on the throne and to the Lamb
Be praise and honor, glory and might
for ever and ever.

I’ll close with the words from this anonymous 16th century Lutheran chorale:

Shall I praise my God not singing? Shall I dumb and silent be?
When I hear all nature ringing thanks and praise eternally?
Song is only love resounding from a faithful heart and voice,
Making all the earth rejoice and the echoing space resounding.
All creation clear and strong praises Love in endless song.


Sharing Our Faith: Rachel Horsley

I arrived at Cove broken and I needed a place to heal. 

An alcoholic with 15 years of sobriety in 2003, I was suffering from a dark night of the soul, a disbelief in the cruel god who took my 16 year old son, Khay, away six years earlier. Too many people had told me it was part of God’s plan, that Khay was in a better place.

Intellectually, I didn’t believe God micromanaged, but there was a bit of my being that thought maybe God did reach down and take him; enough of a belief that I rejected that God.
This was a big problem for me because I believe my alcoholism is a three-fold illness: physical, mental, and spiritual, and I had become sober by God’s grace. Without a belief in God, I will abandon my loved ones to pursue oblivion, because life is just too hard for this sensitive soul. For the first time since I had stopped drinking, I was dealing with daily cravings. I needed help. I attended more than my usual allotment of recovery meetings, and I thought attending church would add insurance.

Cove pulled me in with Marcy Orr’s intelligent sermons; plus the fact that I already knew about half the people in the congregation; and, importantly, that my husband, Danny, felt an affinity to Cove also. I awoke from the dark night of my soul with a different comprehension of God, although I can’t really claim I understand it; but I know there is a presence that I pray to that loves, comforts and strengthens me, assures all is well, or that all will be well, not to worry. My cravings abated. And I had found a spiritual home at Cove Presbyterian.

All my life I’ve been a seeker, leaving the church of my youth to practice Sufism for over a decade; followed by a flirtation with anthroposophy; and I attended an Episcopal church during Khay’s illness, and am forever grateful to the clergy at Church of Our Savior for their support when he was treated for and died of bone cancer. I was raised a Christian, I was baptized by immersion when I was eight, my father was a minister in the Reorganized Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints (now called Community of Christ), and spiraling back to Jesus feels just right. I like singing the familiar hymns, reading the Bible, listening to people’s gifts of music, paying attention to the sermons. Worship at Cove gives me a place to sit quietly, to listen, and to heal.