First Parish Cohasset

Last Sunday (1/22) the children participated in a “One-Room Schoolhouse” in the Parish House. Fifteen children aged 3-11 joined together to hear the same Bible story that the congregation was hearing in the Meeting House.

In the story of Jesus and the Canaanite woman, Jesus has a “used to think, now I know” moment. Through an encounter with a not-Jewish woman in which Jesus and the woman speak to each other in riddles, Jesus realized that his message of love and justice was not only for the Jewish people, as he “used to think” but was really meant for everyone, everywhere. Knowing that, he went forth with new understanding.

Many of the children were able and willing (which speaks to their comfort with and trust of the group) to share a “used to think, now I know” moment from their own experience. Through the course of our conversation we covered several topics:

• that Jesus the Christmas baby is the same person as Jesus the grown-up man in this and other stories;
• that Jesus the grown-up man “went about doing good” (as Peter said of him) by helping sick people feel better and sad people feel more hopeful;
• that because Jesus often told stories or spoke in riddles in order to teach something people then and now have to think about the story and work out the message for themselves;
• that many of Jesus’s stories told people to be good and kind to everyone, not just the people that they liked, or that looked like them or liked the same things they did, but everyone.

We reviewed Bible stories from the last few weeks, inviting volunteers to act out the story of Moses leading the people out of Egypt and Jacob and Esau quarreling over Isaac’s blessing and later reconciling. I asked the children to begin thinking about which parts of these stories and our conversations they’d like to share with the congregation during the Time with the Children on February 5.

We also had a children’s worship in which we sang hymn #188 Come, Come Whoever You Are, lit our chalice, and observed our sharing ritual which involves placing a stone in a bowl of water. Quite a number of “shares” involved looking forward to that afternoon’s Big Football Game, often including (not surprisingly) a prediction for a hometown win.

We ended our morning together with a special treat of cocoa, conversation and drawing.

Thought for Contemplation- “A sermon can be foolishly spoken and wisely heard” -Ralph Waldo Emerson

“The Truth Comes Knocking”
The Rev. Dr. Anita Farber-Robertson
First Parish in Cohasset
January 22, 2012
Readings attached at end:
Matthew 15:21-28
Fault Line by Robert Walsh
the light that came to lucille clifton, by lucille clifton

Come with me to that hot and dusty place, long, long ago. Very different from where we live now, how we live now.
Come with me to that place where there is a young man preaching and teaching a better way to live. A man who is going from town to town, gathering to gathering helping anxious people find a way to manage their lives and even to be happy in difficult and stressful times, times when they do not feel like they have a lot of control over what is happening to them.
Oh, so maybe it is not that different from where we live now, how we live now. His people, a people within a nation, are in trouble. He thinks they need to get back to basics, not back to the law, but back to the reasons why the law was written, back to the moral and ethical principles from which the law was created. He runs into resistance all along the way. The leaders are protectors of the tradition, the tradition as they value, remember and preserve it, even when it seems the tradition is no longer relevant nor is it serving its intended purpose.
The young man is earnest, indefatigable. Goal driven. He is going to wake up his people and get them to claim their power. And his friends, like any good team, support him by doing some of the up-front preparation work, and by protecting him from distractions. As they travel, he and they want to “keep on message.”
Leaving that place, Jesus withdrew to the region of Tyre and Sidon. A Canaanite woman from that vicinity came to him, crying out, “Lord, Son of David, have mercy on me! My daughter is demon-possessed and suffering terribly.”

Jesus did not answer a word. So his disciples came to him and urged him, “Send her away, for she keeps crying out after us.”

They are doing their job, his disciples, keeping the entourage moving, on track, on time, focused. Jesus is right with them.
He answered (the woman), “I was sent only to the lost sheep of Israel.”

Jesus is clear. He knows what he is there for. He is staying on message.
The woman came and knelt before him. “Lord, help me!” she said.

This woman is clear too. She is desperate.

He replied, “It is not right to take the children’s bread and toss it to the dogs.”

Jesus persists. Disciplined. Clear. Staying on goal, on message. He knows what he is about. It may sound a little harsh, but he’s got to get out of there. Even Jesus, human Jesus, can get irritated and he does. Unfortunately, or fortunately, the cameras were running.
“Yes it is, Lord,” she said. “Even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their master’s table.”
………
the light that came to lucille clifton
came in a shift of knowing
when even her fondest sureties
faded away. …
“you might as well answer the door, my child.
the truth is furiously knocking.”

Then Jesus said to her, “Woman, you have great faith! Your request is granted.”

My friends, this is my most favorite of all the stories about Jesus, one of my most favorite stories in the bible. It captures the moment when Jesus “gets it,” when Jesus’ whole world is broken open, when his perceived mission is exposed as too small, when his perceived objectives too limited. “Oh My God!” he surely must have said to himself, if not out loud, when he grasped it, and its implications. “Oh My God!” You don’t want me to just teach peace and justice and good honest governance to my folks here; you want me to tell the world. You want me to heal not only my broken people in my little corner, you want me to offer hope and peace and power to everyone, to the Canaanites and the Samaritans, and to anyone who comes in search.
In that split moment Jesus hears the woman, hears her plea and her challenge and must make a decision.
“you might as well answer the door, my child.
the truth is furiously knocking.”

And he does. He answers the door at which the truth is knocking.
Then Jesus said to her, “Woman, you have great faith! Your request is granted.” And her daughter was healed at that moment.

Never again could Jesus dismiss or disregard the issues of those who were not part of his people, Israel. No longer could he turn a blind eye to the suffering of those outside. Jesus’ whole sense of mission and purpose came undone and needed to be reconstructed. Could he do that? Could he become not only a prophet to Israel, but to the world? How wide could he open his door?
It was at this deciding moment that Jesus gave up tribalism and nationalism and understood that God’s compassion, God’s love; God’s yearning for justice was for all of the people, not just Israel. It must have been painful for him when he “got it.”

I find it reassuring to know that I am not the only one who sometimes finds my world view challenged, and my very self cracks open.

Did you ever think there might be a fault line
passing underneath your living room:
A place in which your life is lived in meeting
and in separating, wondering
and telling, unaware that just beneath
you is the unseen seam of great plates
that strain through time? And that your life, already
spilling over the brim, could be invaded,
sent off in a new direction, turned
aside by forces you were warned about
but not prepared for? Shelves could be spilled out,
the level floor set at an angle in
some second’s shaking. You would have to take
your losses, do whatever must be done
next.

What could make that happen? Make the plates beneath your life shift? What could do that? Almost anything. The betrayal by a trusted friend, loss of a job or a spouse, or a child.
What could do that? Almost anything. Hitting the lottery, falling in love, being offered an opportunity.
What could do that? Almost anything. Joining AA or Al-Anon, volunteering for something you’ve never done or thought to do before, taking up a spiritual practice.
What could do that? Almost anything. Having someone you love diagnosed with a dreadful illness, being faced with foreclosure, parenthood, grandparenthood, retirement.
What could do that? Almost anything. I can’t name them all, and neither can you, because the essence of the shifting of the plates that under gird our lives, is that it happens. We didn’t know the plates were there, or that they could shift. We thought we were on solid ground, or at least stable ground.
When I felt the call to ministry it was both exhilarating and terrifying. And it wreaked havoc on my life. The rewards are unceasing. The cost was high. I needed to re- craft my identity and my vision of my future and my place in the world. The people I knew would laugh at me. That was my fear. But the truth was furiously knocking. I would fail. The responsibility was too great, the expectations too high. I would fail. But the truth was furiously knocking. It was a weird thing to choose to do. I would lose my friends and my comfortable relationships. But the truth was furiously knocking.
Maybe you have heard it knocking on your door, whatever your truth is. Maybe you have answered it, or maybe you have tried to nail the door shut and cover it with padding to dull the knocking. But in my experience when such truth knocks and you answer, you will find what you need, you will survive, in-tact in your new self; you will thrive; your soul will grow and flourish. And there will be people to help you.
The fault line is scary, but it is not the end.

When the great plates slip
and the earth shivers and the flaw is seen
to lie in what you trusted most, look not
to more solidity, to weighty slabs
of concrete poured or strength of cantilevered
beam to save the fractured order. Trust
more the tensile strands of love that bend
and stretch to hold you in the web of life
that’s often torn but always healing. There’s
your strength. The shifting plates, the restive earth,
your room, your precious life, they all proceed
from love, the ground on which we walk together.

Those words are true. You can trust them. For just as surely as we live on fault lines, we live in community. For just as surely as unsettling truths knock on our doors, the universe holds us in its unshakable embrace. For as long as we walk on the road of life there are others sharing the journey, feeling the tremors, opening the scary doors, proceeding, ever proceeding from love, the ground we walk upon together.
Have courage my friends. You do not do the walk alone.

“Fault Line”

Did you ever think there might be a fault line
passing underneath your living room:
A place in which your life is lived in meeting
and in separating, wondering
and telling, unaware that just beneath
you is the unseen seam of great plates
that strain through time? And that your life, already
spilling over the brim, could be invaded,
sent off in a new direction, turned
aside by forces you were warned about
but not prepared for? Shelves could be spilled out,
the level floor set at an angle in
some second’s shaking. You would have to take
your losses, do whatever must be done
next.

When the great plates slip
and the earth shivers and the flaw is seen
to lie in what you trusted most, look not
to more solidity, to weighty slabs
of concrete poured or strength of cantilevered
beam to save the fractured order. Trust
more the tensile strands of love that bend
and stretch to hold you in the web of life
that’s often torn but always healing. There’s
your strength. The shifting plates, the restive earth,
your room, your precious life, they all proceed
from love, the ground on which we walk together.
Rev. Robert Walsh In “Noisy Stones”
…………………
the light that came to lucille clifton
came in a shift of knowing
when even her fondest sureties
faded away. it was the summer
she understood that she had not understood
and was not mistress even
of her own off eye. then
the man escaped throwing away his tie and
the children grew legs and started walking and
she could see the peril of an
unexamined life.
she closed her eyes, afraid to look for her
authenticity
but the light insists on itself in the world;
a voice from the nondead past started talking,
she closed her ears and its spelled out in her hand
“you might as well answer the door, my child.
the truth is furiously knocking.”
……….

Matthew 15:21-28
New International Version (NIV)
The Faith of a Canaanite Woman
Leaving that place, Jesus withdrew to the region of Tyre and Sidon. A Canaanite woman from that vicinity came to him, crying out, “Lord, Son of David, have mercy on me! My daughter is demon-possessed and suffering terribly.”
Jesus did not answer a word. So his disciples came to him and urged him, “Send her away, for she keeps crying out after us.”
He answered, “I was sent only to the lost sheep of Israel.”
The woman came and knelt before him. “Lord, help me!” she said.
He replied, “It is not right to take the children’s bread and toss it to the dogs.”
“Yes it is, Lord,” she said. “Even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their master’s table.”
Then Jesus said to her, “Woman, you have great faith! Your request is granted.” And her daughter was healed at that moment.

This past Sunday the RE children began the morning in the Meeting House. I told the congregation a version of the story of Jacob and Esau, who were the twin sons of Isaac and Rebekah. Their story is a long one, and is only part of an even longer story that includes their grandfather, Abraham and Jacob’s sons, Joseph and his brothers. The part we looked into on Sunday was the struggle between Jacob and Esau — to inherit Isaac’s estate, to soak up all their parents’ love, to outshine each other, to “win.”

In the course of their sibling struggles, Jacob stole the blessing Isaac intended to give Esau, then ran far away to escape Esau’s wrath and vow of revenge. Many years later, the brothers met again, Jacob overcoming his fear of Esau in his desire to be reconciled, and Esau “forgetting” his anger out of love for his brother. You can read Rev. Anita’s sermon on this topic, which explores some similar and some different aspects of the story than I did with the children.

When I asked the children what was the most important part of the story, they first focused on the brothers’ relationship: “be nice to your brother.” I pointed out that the story doesn’t tell us that either brother ever apologized, just that they met and were not angry. “You mean Esau just FORGOT about it?” one child demanded. They discussed that idea for a while, whether they would be able to forget such a transgression, whether they would want to, whether forgetting was the only option in this case. They did not reach a conclusion, which puts them in the very good company of centuries of scholars who have (and continue to) debate the meaning of these ancient stories and their implications for modern lives.

We also talked about the idea of “blessing.” What is it? Who can do it? Is it only for something big, or can a blessing be as simple as “good morning”? There were many opinions. Some thought that saying ‘good morning’ or ‘have a nice day’ does nothing; some suggested that it only has an effect on the person who SAYS something like that — “it doesn’t change the other person’s day, but it makes you feel good.” Some thought blessing is like magic.

When we reached the natural end of this discussion the children chose to play some cooperative games rather than do an art project. We played the Name Toss game, Would You Rather, Simon Says and a complicated version of hide and seek that requires patience, working together and trust. Even though this last game was designed for older groups, they showed thoughtfulness and real cooperation, and liked it so well we played it over and over.

Rev Anita and I try, whenever possible, to include similar themes in the “big church” and the “little church”. I hope that posting this recap of RE activities will foster conversations about what we as a congregation did together and separately on Sunday morning.

Thought for Contemplation- ““What kind of a story heals? A story that is loving and true. True because nothing is left out, neither the pain nor the joy. Loving because everyone in the story – narrator, protagonist and characters alike, is seen with compassionate eyes.”

Margaret Bullitt-Jonas Holy Hunger

“A Story That Heals”
The Rev. Dr. Anita Farber-Robertson
First Parish in Cohasset
January 15, 2012
Reading: from Forgetting is Key to A Healthy Mind, by Ingrid Wickelgren
Attached at end

The Bible was not written for children.
It has lessons from which we all, children and adults alike, can benefit, but the Bible was not written for children.
That means that we chose how we exposure the children to it, the way we tell the stories and the messages we craft for them to remember. Developmental psychology tells us that children cannot take in meanings or messages beyond their capacities. Their developing brains screen out what does not make sense to them. Of course, they can always hear stories, biblical and otherwise that evoke confusion, disquiet or alarm. So we craft our biblical and other story telling to children in such a way as to help them hear the stories, the messages and the questions that are appropriate for them.
That is well and good.
But they grow up. If they have not been invited to re-engage the stories, all they know is what was offered to and received by them as children. The complexities; the nuances; the deep emotional challenges are missing, either because we did not tell them, or because at the age they were they could not hear them. And if the last time that we who sit here as adults heard those stories was when we were children, we are not working with the full deck. We left our biblical education at a certain developmental stage and have only that age view of the bible stories, maybe literal, maybe historical, maybe metaphorical, but certainly less complex and nuanced than we could perceive today with a world of life experience under our belts.
It had been awhile since I went back and read the full story of Jacob and Esau and I was shocked. Shocked by what I didn’t remember. Shocked by the kind of internal and emotional work I needed to do in order to engage the story in ways meaningful, respectful and profound.
In some ways it read like a bad soap opera. And I knew that characterizing it that way was not going to help me learn from it, and neither would it help me to help you.
Margaret Bullitt-Jonas offers exactly the right challenge.
“What kind of a story heals? A story that is loving and true. True because nothing is left out, neither the pain nor the joy. Loving because everyone in the story – narrator, protagonist and characters alike, is seen with compassionate eyes.”

Can we read the story, hear the story in that way? With compassionate eyes?
Isaac and Rebekah had two sons, fraternal twins, Esau the first born and Jacob, the second. Isaac loved Esau and Rebekah loved Jacob.
Esau grows up to be a hunter and Jacob a quiet man, who stays home in the tent. One day Esau comes back from hunting, tired and famished. Jacob is cooking lentil stew. Esau asks for some, saying that he is famished. Jacob offers to give him something to eat in exchange for Esau’s birth right. Esau, painfully hunger and tired says” “I am about to die; of what use is a birthright to me?” And he agrees to the deal.
There is a famine in the land. They move to Gerar. Because Rebekah is very beautiful, Isaac worries that they might kill him to take Rebekah. So he says that Rebekah is his sister. He is seen fondling Rebekah and is confronted about such behavior with a sister. He confesses that she is his wife. The King, Abimelech takes pity on him and promises him protection.
Isaac prospers- generating envy. Fast as he digs wells for his flocks, they fill them up with earth. Finally he gives up and they move to Beer-sheba. Isaac grows old and blind. Perceiving death’s coming, he asks Esau to go hunt game for him, prepare a savory meal and bring it to his old father. He will then enjoy the food Isaac had caught and prepared and will in turn bestow his blessing on his son.
Rebekah, who loves Jacob best, overhears this and runs to tell Jacob to kill two choice kids. She will prepare the savory meal just as Isaac likes it. She tells Jacob to put on Esau’s clothes so that he will smell like Esau to the blind father, and she puts animal skins on his hands and arms and neck to disguise his smooth skin, so that Isaac will feel it, and knowing that Esau is a hairy man, think it is Esau.
Jacob does all this. When his father asks who it is that is bringing him this meal, he says it is Esau. Isaac is suspicious, aware that the voice sounds like that of Jacob, so Jacob lets him feel his hairy hand and smell him. Finally convinced, he gives Jacob his blessing, believing he is blessing Esau. When Esau returns with the game, prepares the meal and bring it to his father it is too late. ‘If this is you, Esau. Who was that to whom I gave my blessing?’ It was Jacob; but he tells Esau he cannot undo it.
Esau, after crying out in anguish swears revenge. When his father is dead, he will kill Jacob. Rebekah hears this and warns Jacob to leave, to go live with her brother Laban in another land, which he does.
So the two brothers each go off to seek their fortune and create their own life- Jacob with the inheritance and blessing out of which he has swindled Esau, and Esau, starting out from scratch.
There is so much about this story that is troubling. It is filled with deceit, manipulation and self-serving behaviors. It is hardly what we thought we‘d encounter from our esteemed forebears.
And the challenge of Margaret Bullitt-Jonas rings clear:
“What kind of a story heals? A story that is loving and true. True because nothing is left out, neither the pain nor the joy. Loving because everyone in the story – narrator, protagonist and characters alike, is seen with compassionate eyes.”

I realize she is right. The narrator of this story is dispassionate. The whole truth is told, the joy and the pain, the love and the hurt. None of the characters are judged, but rather told from their own point of view, compassionate. Could we do that?
My first response was to feel compassion for Esau, even if he was foolish enough to sell his birthright for a bowl of lentils. And compassion for Isaac who was tricked.
But we know that Isaac sometimes felt justified in deception himself, saying Rebekah was his sister. And we know that he was as responsible as was Rebekah for that dysfunctional family dynamic. Ahhh, every character has faults.
This then is a family story of betrayals and selfishness. Why are we reading it? Why should we know it?
The answer came to me almost as soon as the question. Because it is true. Historically factual? I have no idea. But I know it is true. Because we are each victims of deceit and betrayal. Because we are each at some times deceivers or betrayers. I don’t like it. I don’t like to be pushed to find compassion in my heart for deceivers and betrayers. I don’t like it because when I really open up and emotionally embrace them with compassion, I realize that it is my own self I am embracing, the self I deny, ignore, forget. The self that lied, manipulated, finagled to get what I wanted, or believed that I need. The frightened child who fears the loss of parental love and abandonment and holds a sibling responsible. The frightened adult who lives with the haunting fear that they are not accepted or acceptable, who will do anything, or almost anything to discredit one who might have the power to shut us out.
Sibling rivalry. It is as old as humanity. As deep as any terror about survival. We struggle with it in our families. And we struggle with it amongst the nations and within our nation.

Monday is Martin Luther King, Jr. Day. The civil rights movement was a recap of the liberating journey stories, not only the Exodus, but this earlier story. Our nation was started by white folks who believed that they were God’s chosen, their kind had received the blessing. Race, white or not-white, was an indicator to them of God’s blessing or disfavor.
But there are biblical stories that challenge that. In the Genesis stories of Adam and Eve, and of Noah, we are presented again and again with the biblical assertion that we are all descended from the same gene pool. Five thousand years later we have DNA evidence that this is factually true as well as existentially true.
The resistance to knowing this runs deep. It is easier to divide the world into good guys and bad guys, them and us.
Racism is a toxic legacy we have inherited from the self-serving mis-understandings of our biblical heritage.

It is the depth of the anguish of sibling rivalry and the fear of being shut out or left out, that is often the existential anxiety that motivates all kinds of aggression, from bullying in the playground, to manipulations by Wall Street…the fear that ultimately there will not be enough resources to go around, and the only way to assure survival is to hog and hoard them.
It is why I am a Universalist. Any other world is too scary for me. Presses me into attitudes and behaviors I find not only painful, but abhorrent. I need to believe that everyone who is born into this world belongs here. That no one needs to justify their right to exist. That there is enough love in the universe to hold everyone, everyone, even you…even me.
So Jacob and Esau each made their own lives and discovered that their well being does not need to be predicated on the other’s demise. They learn; they develop their own identity, their own relationship with God. And they begin to feel the weight of the loss of one another. Instead of anger, they feel longing, longing for healing, for reconciliation, for repair of the bond they once knew as brothers. They long to feel the love of family cleansed of the toxic jealousies.
…Esau ran to meet Jacob and embraced him; he threw his arms around his neck and kissed him. And they wept. Then Esau looked up and saw the women and children. “Who are these with you?” he asked.
Jacob answered, “They are the children God has graciously given your servant.”…
Esau asked, “What’s the meaning of all these flocks and herds I met?”
“To find favor in your eyes, my lord,” he said.
But Esau said, “I already have plenty, my brother. Keep what you have for yourself.”
“No, please!” said Jacob. “If I have found favor in your eyes, accept this gift from me. For to see your face is like seeing the face of God, now that you have received me favorably. Please accept the present that was brought to you, for God has been gracious to me and I have all I need.” And because Jacob insisted, Esau accepted it.
Then Esau said, “Let us be on our way; I’ll accompany you.”

Studies tell us that there is such a thing as healthy forgetting. That people who are resilient, who are able to live in the present with a hopeful eye to the future know what is worth remembering, and what to forget. Forgiveness comes easier. Their burdens are less. What is the point of holding on to that which cannot be changed? Why step back from the joy of love, because once it was lost?
This family’s journey took them through difficult times. They came through in tact, the rupture repaired, their hearts healed. We can too.
We can forgive others and we can forgive ourselves. When we let go and forget, we are free to risk and to love. Finding peace, peace at last, we offer it to others and begin to heal our world. Amen.

Forgetting is Key to a Healthy Mind
By Ingrid Wickelgren | Friday, December 23, 2011, Scientific American | Excerpted
…. (According to)
cognitive neuroscientist Benjamin J. Levy . “The problem with our memories is not that nothing comes to mind—but that irrelevant stuff comes to mind.”

The act of forgetting crafts and hones data in the brain…. It enables us to make sense of the world by clearing a path to the thoughts that are truly valuable. It also aids emotional recovery. “You want to forget embarrassing things,… “Or if you argue with your partner, you want to move on.”…
In recent years researchers have amassed evidence for our ability to willfully forget. They have sketched out a neural circuit underlying this skill…

The emerging data provide the first scientific support for Sigmund Freud’s controversial theory of repression, by which unwanted memories are shoved into the subconscious. The new evidence suggests that the ability to repress is quite useful. Those who cannot do this well tend to let thoughts stick in their mind. They ruminate, which can pave a path to depression. Weak restraints on memory may similarly impede the emotional recovery of trauma victims. …
The ability to forget, however, is not immutable. If you practice applying your mental brakes, unwanted memories tend to fade.
…
For most people, the concept of forgetting conjures up lost car keys, missed appointments and poor scores on exams. Worse, it augurs dementia. Psychologists traditionally shared this view, and most of them studied memory with an eye toward closing the cracks through which knowledge can slip…. In the early 1900s Freud proposed that people tend to block out negative recollections as a defense mechanism…. individuals need to revisit these memories to promote psychological recovery.

An early challenge to that downbeat view of forgetting emerged in 1970, when psychologist Robert A. Bjork, …reported that instructions to forget some learned items could enhance memory for others. Forgetting is therefore not a sign of an inferior intellect—but quite the opposite. The purpose of forgetting, he wrote, is to prevent thoughts no longer needed from interfering with the handling of current information—akin to ridding your home of extraneous objects so that you can find what you need. “When people voice complaints about their memory, they invariably assume that the problem is one of insufficient retention of information,” Bjork wrote. “In a very real sense, however, the problem may be at least partly a matter of insufficient or inefficient forgetting.”

…For the average person, the ability to forget goes up and down over the years just as executive function does. … memory suppression improves between age eight and 12, when it approaches the level … in young adults. At the end of life, forgetting again becomes more difficult. In a study published in 2011 …elderly adults had more trouble than those aged 18 to 25 keeping an experience out of consciousness when reminded of it. “Kids and older adults have a hard time getting rid of this stuff,” …As a result… both age groups may have particular problems recovering from unpleasantness in life.

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Diavolo Duo

First Parish Cohasset is delighted to welcome Duo Diavolo for the first time ever to our Third Sunday Concert Series. From ragas of North India and tangos of Argentina to Venezuelan waltzes, Spanish dances and a Japanese impression of Cape Cod, Duo Diavolo is sure to enthrall audiences of all stripes. Please join us for this hour-long program that will be sure to spice up your cold January weekend!

Details:

Sunday, January 15 at 3:00 pm.

In our meetinghouse on the green at North Main Street, Cohasset, MA 02025.

Admission will be $15 for adults and $12 for seniors and children.