Saturday, August 29, 2009

Friday Five: I Like Myself (Right?)

Deciding to get in on the Friday Five from RevGalPals a bit late this week, but, better late than never, I suppose! Here is this week's starter:

Lately I seem to be encountering many people who have a very difficult time finding anything good to say about themselves. They are able to extend grace and forgiveness's to others but find it difficult to extend that same grace to themselves.

With that in mind, let's share some healthy affirmation today! Tell us five things you like about yourself!

Okay, so...5 things I like about myself:

1) I like that I am a good listener. As I'm getting to know my congregation, I'm doing a lot of listening, and I can affirm that I do believe I'm a good listener.

2) I can affirm that ...

Okay, can I just digress here a minute and say that this is hard? I would be part of the group that SingingOwl is mentioning, that aren't very nice to themselves. I'm only on #2 and already running out of things to lift up about myself...but I will keep trying...

2) Okay...I like that most of the time, I think I'm a good mom. I allow my kids to explore and take risks, and I care for myself so that I can also care for them. I have my moments, but overall, I think I'm doing alright with motherhood.

3) In that vein, I really like that I nurse the baby, and that I've been able to breastfeed both my toddler and now the baby. With the toddler, it was really a struggle in the beginning, as he was a snacker and so never let me get any rest because he wanted to nurse every hour, but I stuck it out, and that's something I'm proud of. Part of the payoff from that was that it was MUCH easier the second time around.

4) I like that I am a caring person, that I care for people both within and outside of my immediate circle, and that I go out of my way to try to let people know that I care by giving them my attention.

5) I like that I work for justice issues, in my own way. It feels good to be informed of what is going on in the world and to want to do something about it, even though sometimes I'd prefer to stick my head in the sand. Yet, when I see that others get results with their justice stance, it encourages me to keep going!

Sunday, August 23, 2009

When the Rubber Meets the Road: Sermon for 12th Sunday after Pentecost (Proper 16)

I have come to the conclusion that pastors should be careful what they preach about in the pulpit on Sunday mornings…because you never know when it might come back to bite you. Or, rather, you never know when exactly what you profess on Sunday morning will be directly challenged, even as soon as you drive away from the church building after worship.

Last Sunday, I mentioned in my sermon, just a brief statement, almost an aside, that I hoped that perhaps part of the purpose of the sermon could be that during the week you might be reminded to be kind when you’d rather not be, for example, in traffic. I think my exact words were that the sermon “might help you decide to take a deep breath and be kind to someone in traffic when you’d rather just lay on the horn.”

Do you know how many people cut me off in traffic on the way home from church last Sunday? And quite a few of them were the ones that sneak in there ahead of you, make you slam on your brakes, and then proceed to drive at least 5 or 10 miles BELOW the speed limit! And they’re also the ones you can’t get rid of. Every turn you need to make, they make, too. You try to think of alternate routes so you can get away from them, but there aren’t any. You are stuck, and seething, and ready to just tap on the horn just to let them know that you’re not happy and then – wait – you remember the sermon. Or, in my case, I remember the words that I preached. Didn’t even listen to someone else saying them; Oh, no, it was me who said them.

This is not the first time that something of this nature has happened to me, that the words I’ve preached on a Sunday morning have come directly back to look me in the face, either later on Sunday, or later that week. Especially with my family.

One of my good friends said one time that all the work that you do on your own self and your way of living and your choices to change bad behaviors gets especially challenged, and is the hardest to live out, when you walk through the door at home to see your family at the end of the day. You can walk around all day feeling very self-actualized and enlightened, and then the sight of muddy footprints on the kitchen floor can send you over the edge at dinnertime.

Another author tells a story about how she spends time in prayer and meditation each morning, and one morning she was feeling particularly refreshed and ready for the day, till she went into the bathroom and stepped—in her socks—into a puddle of water left by one of her teenaged sons after he had showered. Then she shrieked like a banshee and wondered if all that prayer was for naught.

Today’s Scripture lessons offer us a few opportunities to consider the ways that the rubber meets the road in our spiritual lives, and by extension, our practical lives. From the Old Testament, we have the lesson in Joshua that brings us the familiar phrase, “As for me and my house[hold], we will serve the Lord.” The passage tells us that Joshua gathered all the tribes of Israel, and told the people that they needed to “revere the Lord, and serve him in sincerity and in faithfulness.” He told them to put aside the pagan gods they had been worshiping when they were still in Egypt, and now to serve the Lord God, Yahweh.

Joshua gave them a choice, saying: “Now, if you are unwilling to serve the Lord, choose this day whom you will serve, whether [you will serve] the gods your ancestors served…but as for me and my household, we will serve the Lord.”

Then in the Gospel lesson for today, Jesus offers some confusing words, discussing the symbolic and spiritual nature of eating his flesh and drinking his blood, and those who hear him, including many of his newer followers, say, “This teaching is difficult; who can accept it?” And Jesus responds, “Does this offend you? … The words that I have spoken to you are spirit and life. But among you there are some who do not believe.” The Scripture tells us that “Jesus knew from the first who were the ones that did not believe, and who was the one that would betray him.”

Two parallel options of choices about what to believe; who to believe in. Certainly, there is a difference. The Israelites in the Joshua passage didn’t know about Jesus yet; their choice was about serving Yahweh over serving their pagan gods. The disciples, who, by the way, were more than just the 12 that Jesus started with, were being asked whether they could buy into Jesus’ spiritual teachings, which were very difficult and obtuse, or if they would prefer to turn away from him and go back to their lives as they knew them before they started following Jesus.

We have two different outcomes: in Joshua, we see the people responding to the challenge with these words: “Far be it from us that we should forsake the Lord to serve other gods; for it is the Lord our God who brought us and our ancestors up from the land of Egypt, out of the house of slavery, and who did those great signs in our sight. He protected us along all the way that we went, and among all the peoples through whom we passed; and the Lord drove out before us all the peoples, the Amorites who lived in the land. Therefore we will also serve the Lord, for he is our God.”

Whereas the Gospel lesson gives us a different reaction to Jesus’ confrontation. The Scripture says that “because of this many of his disciples turned back and no longer went about with him. So Jesus asked the twelve, ‘Do you also wish to go away?’” Now, of the twelve, their reaction is one of trust and steadfastness: “Simon Peter answered him, ‘Lord, to whom can we go? You have the words of eternal life. We have come to believe and know that you are the Holy One of God.’”

In other words, Simon Peter says, What you are teaching IS difficult; you challenge us all the time; you make us a little bit crazy; you ask us to do things we sometimes think are impossible…and YET, who else can we follow? No one else offers what you offer; no one else knows us the way you know us; no one else loves us the way you love us; no one else speaks the words of truth to us the way you do. “You have the words of eternal life. We have come to believe and know that you are the Holy One of God.”

Those of us who follow Christ today don’t do it because it is easy. We might find ourselves sometimes wanting to be like the ones who walked away, who threw in the towel and said, “This is too difficult. Who needs it?” The Gospel lessons give us countless challenges, asking us to be more loving, be more caring, give more of ourselves, be more patient, more forgiving, more spirit-filled, less materialistic. We’re not to hold grudges, we’re not to hoard our stuff, we’re not to turn anyone away when they ask for our help. Some days, it all seems like too much! And then, as soon as we think we’ve got it right, or at least that we’re on the right track, that slow driver cuts us off, or our kids spill their milk, or wreck the car, or worse! And what does God expect from us? Are we supposed to be perfect, and just turn the other cheek, or smile and say “No worries,” or get out the checkbook and pay for the repairs?

I think that Jesus, and in turn, God, understands our frustration. The challenge is not to stop ever getting frustrated about anything ever again. And I also don’t think that the Scriptures are asking us to be a bunch of holy (that’s H-O-L-Y) doormats. I think there is a balance. We make the pledge: “As for me and my house, WE will serve the Lord.” We commit to Jesus; we mull over the difficult teachings, squeezing from them what we can apply to our lives right now, and storing the rest in our hearts and minds as we continue to seek to understand them better.

Even though I’m sure some could read today’s Gospel lesson with an eye to the ultimatum presented and see it as an all-or-nothing challenge, when Jesus says, “I have told you that no one can come to me unless it is granted by the Father,” I think what Jesus is really putting back to the disciples is that choice, that they need to be the ones to turn to God, and in turn, meet Jesus through him.

Life gives us plenty of opportunities to live out what we proclaim to believe. It is not so much a test as it is just a way of life. Maybe we notice the challenges after we’ve asserted something, just because we’re more aware and conscious. Or maybe life really brings challenges our way to either strengthen our resolve or cause us to recalibrate. No matter which way we look at the challenges, we know that God accompanies us on our path. We are not alone in striving to be who we’re meant to be. We’re not alone in living out our faith commitments. Whether it’s the proclamation that our household will be serving God above all else, or the affirmation that we will follow Jesus, even though the teachings are difficult and might ask a lot of us, we’re not doing any of it by ourselves.

There is a poem called “I’m a Christian,” by Carol Wimmer, that details out the real reasons we need the church and Christ: not that we’re already perfect because of our faith, but that we’re always working on it. Here are a few stanzas:

When I say "I am a Christian,"
I don't speak of this with pride.
I'm confessing that I stumble,
And need CHRIST to be my guide.

When I say ... "I am a Christian,"
I'm not trying to be strong.
I'm professing that I'm weak,
And need HIS strength to carry on.

When I say ... "I am a Christian,"
I'm not bragging of success.
I'm admitting I have failed,
And need God to clean my mess.

When I say ... "I am a Christian,"
I'm not claiming to be perfect.
My flaws are far too visible,
But God believes I am worth it.

So, what happens when the rubber meets the road? It’s not a test of right or wrong; not a judgment of heaven or hell. When the rubber meets the road, we profess and affirm what we believe with our hearts and our lips. Then we get to the task of living it out. Amen.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

from around...

Disclaimer: Only the quotes were supposed to be in italics on this post. Yet, somehow Blogger thinks I would like everything to be in italics. I can't make it stop! So, please read on and disregard the funky formatting for today...

"Here’s the bottom line: our churches are supposed to be challenging, not charming. We are supposed to be saving the world, not preserving nostalgia. In a broken and hurting world, whether or not our buildings have authentic period-appropriate copper gutters sometimes strikes me as a pretentious concern of rich over-educated white people. A church is a mission, not a museum."

A great quote from a great post over at Creatio Ex Nihilo: Ideas from Don Heatley's Spiritual Journey.

Another great post you should check out is this one, entitled "Woo woo, then laundry, then more woo woo" at Voila! with Bridget Pilloud. I love that she speaks to the fact that we are always doing sacred acts in the middle of the mundane...so true.

So, check them out! (And sorry again about the italics, and now, apparently, the bold font as well...)

Thursday, August 20, 2009

how do we see?

I am probably way behind the eight-ball with this one, but a friend of mine sent me an email with the following content:

Perception

Washington, DC Metro Station on a cold January morning in 2007. The man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes.. During that time approx. 2 thousand people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. After 3 minutes a middle aged man noticed there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried to meet his schedule.

4 minutes later:

The violinist received his first dollar: a woman threw the money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk..

6 minutes:


A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.

10 minutes:

A 3-year old boy stopped but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. Every parent, without exception, forced their children to move on quickly.

45 minutes:

The musician played continuously. Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32.

1 hour:

He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.

No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before Joshua Bell sold out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.

This is a true story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people's priorities. The questions raised: in a common place environment at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?

One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this: If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made.... How many other things are we missing?



One of the things that gave me pause when reading the email was the fact that the people who wanted to stop and watch him play were children. I know how many times I have rushed my son along when I am running late for something, or when he has practically screamed at me in the car to get my attention and show me something he sees.

Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could be mindful of all that is before us all the time? Even 50% of the time? That is my prayer for today...
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/04/04/AR2007040401721.html

Monday, August 17, 2009

"God has no expectations of you"




I just started reading this book: Contemplative Youth Ministry by Mark Yaconelli. I remember one of my profs in seminary talked about Yaconelli and spoke very highly of him. Then Jonny Baker recommended this book at a Continuing Ed workshop I did a few months ago. So, I picked it up after I had a few dollars to my name again, and I am in love! It speaks so directly to the type of youth ministry I think is necessary, and this particular passage brought me to tears last night as I was reading it:

...After a couple of hours, we were winding down...I blurted out, "So am I having a breakdown or not?" Morton paused, smiled at me, and then said, "Well, what do you think? You seem calm, comfortable, and open. Do those seem like the signs of someone having a breakdown?" I had to admit I was feeling a sense of rest and relief that was new and attractive. He said, "Mark, my guess is you had some encounter with God's love, and maybe now you can believe God has no expectations of you."

I know this is a bit out of context, and I apologize if it's confusing, but this idea that God loves us, just as we are, that God doesn't need us to be scrambling around *doing* things all the time, planning programs, making appointments, scheduling meetings...God wants to be in relationship with us, wants us to know how much God loves us, wants us to share God's love by being in relationship with others. So, so powerful. Thank you, Mark Yaconelli, for reminding me about it.

Friday, August 07, 2009

seeing Jesus in my son

I have to admit, and it almost brings tears to my eyes to do it, but I must, that my almost-3-year-old son has been working on almost every. single. one. of my nerves lately. When I was a little girl, my mom would curse me with the words, "Someday, I hope you have a daughter just like you!" and, well, I don't necessarily think my daughter is cut from exactly the same cloth, but, whoo, boy! my son is just like me. In fact, while we were scrapping the other day, my husband said, "You two were made for each other."

That's all well and good, and even sweet when you write about it, but it's DIFFICULT in real life! Even earlier this week, when he was sick, I found myself more annoyed with him than ever, prompting my mother to look at me sideways, a look that clearly said, "Wow, you are the most un-compassionate mother ever." Actually, I don't know if she really meant it that way, but that's what I saw in her look. She was able to look at him and how pitiful he was with his little puffed-out lip (he had hand, foot, and mouth disease and got the little sores the worst between his lower lip and gums) and have compassion on him. Of course, she also wasn't the one who was up with him almost the entire night before, thinking that because he was sick he should be sleeping extra-well, but instead he bounced back and forth all night between his bed and mine, crawling all over me, scratching me when I didn't comply with his requests for proper positioning, and smacking me full-on on the head in the morning when he was ready to get up and I wasn't.

As I write this now, I am sitting at Panera, getting ready to dive into finishing my sermon for this Sunday. Yesterday, when I found out that a parishioner was in the hospital, I knew that the sermon wasn't going to get done and that I would need to utilize daycare today instead of having the day off and at home with the kids. I'll tell you the first thing I felt: RELIEF. And then, about 2.5 seconds later, GUILT. I should WANT to be home with my kids, right? Because otherwise, in the words of a former parishioner, Why did I have them, then? (She was half-joking, and you'd have to know her, so she wasn't being entirely evil.)

I'm finding parenting wee ones to be troublesome right now, especially with Jack. He is just such a handful. Yet, when I read this post at Process & Faith, I had a moment of clarity, or at least of possibility. Imagine if I could learn to see Jesus in my son. If I could learn to see that in the midst of all his difficulties, his strong-willed-ness, his obstinate nature and occasional hurtful physical outbursts, he still embodies Christ.

I especially took a breath at these words:

"...we literally encounter Christ in everyone we meet. When we see Christ in family, friends, and strangers, our relationships are transformed; they become opportunities for supporting, nurturing, and building up one another. No encounter is unimportant, because Christ always meets us in the “least of these” – in refugees from war-torn lands, harried store clerks, undocumented workers, persons with mental illness – as well as familiar companions – stressed-out partners, playful children and grandchildren, and difficult congregants. This is the meaning of 'lived omnipresence,' which is at the heart of process theology. God is present in everyone and can be experienced in our encounters with everyone."

Here's hoping that I can somehow see the person of Christ in the person of Jack, and that, perhaps, our relationship can be transformed.

Thursday, August 06, 2009

argh

Facebook and Twitter are BOTH down! ARGH! Where can I post my meandering thoughts? Well, I suppose...here! Just needed a place to say that. See y'all later when I have something of more substance to post...

Monday, August 03, 2009

a quote to chew on as we look toward another Sunday...

"...the pastor's task is to gather people together every Sunday, center each week in a response to the risen Lord, and nurture a participation in the resurrection life in Christ that works as well on any Wednesday afternoon at 5 o'clock as on Easter at sunrise."
~Eugene Peterson, Five Smooth Stones for Pastoral Work