Tuesday, February 16, 2010

"Behold, I Do a New Thing!" -- A Dramatic Confession

Feeling a bit emboldened by the Holy Spirit the other week, I wrote this dramatic Prayer of Confession, to be read in three voices during worship. We presented it this past Sunday; I don't know if anyone liked it, but I did get some goosebumps partway through, so at least I was getting something out of it...

In case anyone else might be able to make use of it, here you go:

Behold, I do a new thing!

Really, God, seriously? I’ve lived on this earth, day after day from my beginning, and especially at times like these, when the winter days are long and dark and cold, I don’t see these new possibilities you’re talking about.

Behold, I do a new thing!

God, I’m telling you, I can’t see these new things you’re talking about. I go to work each day, come home and cook dinner each night, then we go to bed, get a few hours of sleep, wake up the next morning and do it all over again. Do you see our lives? They’re so monotonous!

Behold, I do a new thing!

God, you’re quite exasperating, repeating this phrase over and over again, as though saying the same thing another time is going to make a difference. What newness do you promise? All around us we see death, suffering, grief, pain. We turn on the television and see destruction, hopelessness, and hurt. I fail to see how this “new thing” you’re suggesting is real.

Behold, I do a new thing!

God, once again--

What about the new baby born in your cousin’s family?

What about the long-lost relative who recently reconnected with you?

What about the beautiful sunshine last Friday after too many days of snow?

What about the crocuses, waiting to bloom in a few months?

All these things are new…all these things are exciting…all these things are different…and all these things are of God.

Well, maybe you have a point. I mean, I’ve seen the pictures my cousin forwarded me of the new baby. He’s so precious, with his pink, puffy cheeks. And it was great to hear from my mother’s Aunt Mildred; we thought we’d never find her after she moved out west thirty years ago! It was so wonderful to learn of all that she’s been up to in these recent years. And yeah, I was so glad to see the sun after days of snow. And, I do like crocuses; I can’t wait for Spring…

Behold, I do a new thing!

God, forgive me that I sometimes get so bogged down in the dailiness of my life that I fail to see the new things that you ARE doing. Sometimes it seems like we really have to dig for it, but when we look deeply, we can see your hand at work. I’m sorry that sometimes all I see are my own two feet, trudging along; the loads of laundry, waiting to be folded; the dog, tracking in mud from the yard. You are still there, even when these mundane things threaten to take over my mind. I know you are there. I believe it.

Behold, I do a new thing! I am always with you; I am always creating new opportunities for you, new possibilities. Even when it seems hard to find me, I promise, I’m there. Don’t worry, my child, I forgive you; I understand how busy you are and how much the world asks of you. I don’t fault you for this. I just want you to know how much I love you, and I want you to know how available I am to you. I am doing new things all the time, and I want you to join with me in appreciating them! Be at peace, and rest in my assurance. I will bless you and keep you, all of your days.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

peeling potatoes

I find this recipe hilarious. I'll post the full text here, but here's the link to the post by Miss Conduct.

Here's the recipe:

Ingredients
1. Bell peppers. stuffable. and by stuffable i mean no funky shapes.
2. potatoes (didn’t see that coming did you). any kind. really.
3. onion (if you like)
4. salt
5. oil
6. SOUR CREAM.

preheat the oven to 350 at some point during this process.

1. get some bell peppers. pick your colour. if you’re not afraid of sweetness go for the orange or yellow. otherwise do red or green or hell, mix it up. make one of each and pick your favorite.

2. potatoes! peel them (google it) and then cut them into little squares. how little? this little. left over potatoes are not a big deal, i’ll tell you what to do with those at the end.

3. if you like onion, peel one that’s smaller then a bell pepper and grate it. then squeeze the grated bits to drain them (this is fun and not at all gross). then put those… on the side somewhere… the onion is a nice addition but won’t make or break the dish. [Note from Robin: I usually also season the potatoes with paprika and dill.]

4. drain the potatoes. then add oil, salt, and drained grated onion if you like, mix it all together and then stuff the peppers. when you stuff them, stuff them loosely – you don’t need to shove the potatoes in there. but fill up the peppers and then place them on the side in an oiled baking pan. your hands will get oily, so rub the pepper before putting it down in the pan. if you have any extra potatoes just spill them around the peppers. they get all nice and crunchy and i like them.

5. bake for about an hour.

6. when you put the peppers in your plate and cut them all up and stuff… douse them in SOUR CREAM. this is the most important part. SOUR CREAM. ok… maybe not… some people would disagree with me, but that’s because they are FOOLS.


Okay, I LOVE this recipe. (And please don't worry about why this paragraph is indented; I cannot figure out formatting with this daggone blogger program, and if I worry about it too much, I will not blog at all, so we shall just live with it.)

Anyway, I love this recipe not for the ingredients or the finished product, but because of the way it is so generously worded and the storytelling within the recipe.

I also love it because it discusses GOOGLING PEELING POTATOES!

I know longer feel alone in my un-domesticity. The interwebs, they comfort me.

The church I serve is even more rural and slightly old-fashioned than I realized when I accepted the call there, and that's no problem. It reminds me a lot of my childhood, and my grandma, and her Farm Women club and the Mother-Daughter banquets we used to attend with her.

But sometimes I don't think they get how undomesticated I am, and I admit, I'm not too keen on exposing my myriad lacks of domesticity.

For example, every time there is a fifth Tuesday in a month, they have "Soup Kitchen," which means they make scads of turkey pies which are then donated to a local soup kitchen for the next day's luncheon meal. I enjoy helping to peel the potatoes for soup kitchen; it's a time to be with the lay people who help with this mission, and to hear what's happening in their lives, while keeping my hands busy, which is great for keeping me from getting bored or fidgety.

I'll never forget one of the times when I showed up to help, and one of the older ladies said, because some of the folks peel their potatoes wet, and others peel them dry, that I didn't need to worry about those other folks, I should just peel my potatoes "the way you [I] peel them at home." Guffaw. Does she know the last time I have PEELED a single, solitary potato in this house?

But I feel better. Because if others are Googling how to peel potatoes, I am not alone. Thanks be to God! :)

tomorrow's sermon, last week's Scriptures

We didn't have church last week, so I've had two weeks to work on this sermon, and I still think it could be refined. However, it may have to be as it is, and here's trusting the Holy Spirit to have my back tomorrow!

However, if you have any comments or critique, feel free to comment!

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Imagine that you’re at work, at the end of a long day, a day when you’ve been really grinding the gears, not making much progress. Maybe you are making calls, and every time, you get voice mail, and no one is returning your messages. Maybe you are on the road, in your truck, and you keep having to turn around because some passages are still blocked by snow. Maybe you are in a shop, waiting to make a sale, and you’ve seen hardly a customer all day.

And then Jesus comes along, just as you’re finally getting packed up to go home. Maybe you’ve just packed up your bag at your desk, and you have your keys in your hand. Or you’re on your way back to the warehouse with your truck, or you just shut down the register and are about to turn off the lights in the shop and head out the door. And here is Jesus, and he’s saying, try again. Make one more phone call, make a U-turn and find another road that’ll be open, turn the lights back on, wait for one more customer. And then he stays there with you, and suddenly, you’re getting people on the phone, and they’re giving you what you need. And you’ve made the U-turn and there, the road is clean and passable, and you can make your delivery. And here comes a customer, running late on their own schedule for the day, but prepared to make a purchase worth hundreds of dollars in profits.

And you turn and stare at Jesus in disbelief. What in the world? How did you do that? You don’t even know anything about this business, Jesus! And yet you’ve showed me up! I mean, I’m grateful, but…wow…

And then the weight of what this means hits you. Jesus has come to prove something. And now Jesus is going to ask something of you. But you’re not qualified! You fall down on your knees in front of Jesus: “Go away from me, Lord, for I am a sinful person!”

“I couldn’t possibly do what you’re about to ask of me! I couldn’t do it; I couldn’t follow through on all the expectations you have for me!”

You would cry this as so many others have cried it in the past. As Jeremiah, who cried, “Ah, Lord God! Truly I do not know how to speak, for I am only a boy.” And Isaiah, who cried, "Woe is me! I am lost, for I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among a people of unclean lips.” And Paul, who confesses, “I am the least of the apostles, unfit to be called an apostle, because I persecuted the church of God.” And, of course, Simon Peter, who sees the catch of fish that Jesus has procured in his own nets and cries out, “Go away from me, Lord, for I am a sinful man!”

But through God’s grace, you are somehow transformed into just the person God needs in the moment to do God’s work in the world, and so you follow this strange man, this sort of wizard, this Jesus. Like Jeremiah, you hear the words from God: “Do not say, ‘I am only a boy'; for you shall go to all to whom I send you, and you shall speak whatever I command you. Do not be afraid of them, for I am with you to deliver you, says the Lord.”

And like Isaiah, whose mouth is burned with a glowing hot coal, from the claws of a seraph saying, “Now that this has touched your lips, your guilt has departed and your sin is blotted out.” And then the voice of God calling, “Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?” And Isaiah rises and responds: “Here am I; send me!”

And like Paul, who professes, “By the grace of God I am what I am, and God’s grace toward me has not been in vain. On the contrary, I worked harder than any of them—though it was not I, but the grace of God that is with me.”

And like Simon Peter, to whom Jesus says, “Do not be afraid; from now on you will be catching people." And then the passage tells us that “when they had brought their boats to shore, they left everything and followed him.”

You are part of a long lineage of those in whom God saw something that God needs for God’s kingdom here on earth. You are part of a great cloud of witnesses who are called by God for wonderful, world-changing work. You may not be so sure at first, but Jesus will come to you and convince you. Jesus will prove to you that he’s not somewhere off in the clouds, twiddling his thumbs, discussing pie-in-the-sky theology with scholars of old, but that he is with you, always with you, and knows about your life and is with you in it.

Jesus comes to us wherever we are: at work, at play, and shows us that he’s been there with us all along. He loves us and wants to be included in all we do.

There are times when we say to God, by our words in prayer and worship, and by our very behavior, that we know more about our lives than God does, that we are more expert about our needs than God is, that we are doing fine on our own, and that we’ll just let God know what we need when we need something.

But this is a time when God, in the form of Jesus Christ, comes to Simon, as he comes to every single one of us, and says, “I KNOW about your life. I KNOW about your work. I KNOW about your troubles. I am going to show you that I know about fishing, and that I can even do it better than you. Just in case you think you’ve got all the answers, I’m going to show up on a day when it’s not going so well, and I’m going to SHOW you that I am God, and you are not. I have power that you do not have. So listen to me, trust me, and when I invite you to follow me, follow me.”

If Simon were a runner, Jesus would’ve shown up at the track. If he were a mason, Jesus would’ve come to the job site to lay brick alongside him. But Simon is a fisherman, so Jesus comes on the boat.

If you’ve ever thought that you could not be called by God to do God’s work in the world because you’re just a sinful, fallible human, this week’s lectionary Scriptures are for you. All of the characters in today’s passages, from Isaiah to Paul to the disciples in the Gospel of Luke, are ordinary human beings who resist God’s call to them at first, but then decide to give it a try, and God is able to use them for remarkable work, work that has been recorded in the Bible to inspire and guide us for the ages.

As scholar Karoline Lewis says, “God sees something wonderful in me.” God sees something wonderful in each of us! God created us to be who we are! So then the question that follows is: “How is that who you are then becomes what God needs you to be?”

Preaching professor David Lose suggests that some of this becoming happens in the time of the worship experience, explaining that the word “worship” literally can be taken apart to mean “worth-ship.” He says that we tend to think of worship as something we are doing for God—that sometimes we act as if worship is all about praising God, “as if we worship this really needy God who desperately needs our praise. What if our idea of worship is reversed, that worship is where God calls us worthy, and forgives us, and calls us precious and holy, and then calls us into meaningful life, and calls us into tasks of purpose and meaning and community? We need to work on imagining that worship is the place you come to bed reminded of who you are: broken and vulnerable and failing and sinful, yes, but also precious and beloved and honored, and then, having heard that, you are sent out like [Simon] Peter, and Isaiah, and Paul, to [share who you are with the world, in the way that God would have you.]”

So, when we’re coming to worship each week, instead of looking it at as a time where we are obligated to offer something back to God, what if we can see it as the time where God is claiming US, that God is reaching down to us, that we are being divinely driven and directed to go forth from this place and do God’s work in the world, in all of the ways that God needs us to do God’s work? How would this transform what we experience each week? How would this inspire us in a different way, knowing that this is the place where we come to be fed and to be inspired and to be rejuvenated, instead of viewing worship as an obligation, or a task, or a habit to be enforced?

God is calling YOU. Do you know that Jesus is sitting at your desk next to you in your cubicle? Do you know that Jesus is riding along in your truck, or on your tractor, with you? Do you know that Jesus is right there with you, cleaning up after a potty-training accident if you’re a stay-at-home mom, or a stranded-in-the-snow mom?

Jesus walks alongside us, every moment of our lives, knowing us inside and out, and calling us to contribute to the Kingdom of God using the gifts that we already HAVE. Using who we are NOW, not who we will be when we’re refined and perfected in a few years. “[Jeremiah and] Isaiah and [Simon] Peter were called as they were, and made to be what God wanted them to be. God didn't wait to show up until they were ready.”

It doesn’t mean that God doesn’t continue to refine and develop us. One of the blessings we receive from God is the movement of God’s spirit all around us, encouraging us, improving us, creating the person we are meant to be alongside us. There is a wonderful quote by Leighton Ford that says, “God loves us the way we are, but too much to leave us that way.” We don’t have to do anything to earn, or even to keep, God’s love, but yet we can still continue to develop as people, on our journeys through our lives.

And even in the midst of our growth and development as people and as Christians, God continues to use us, right now, right in this moment in our lives. We might feel like we are very unlikely bearers of the Word, but God calls even us, to do God’s work in the world.

As we prepare to sing “You Have Come to the Lakeshore,” we could substitute lots of words for “lakeshore.” Lord, you have come to the barnyard; Lord, you have come to the high school; Lord, you have come to the restaurant; Lord, you have come to the warehouse; Lord, you have come to the office. No matter where we are, Jesus meets us there, and calls us our into the world to use our gifts, in partnership with him, to make the world a better place, and to show God’s love with everyone we meet! Thanks be to God! Amen.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

all is continuum

The older I get (and I'm aware, I'm still not very old at all), the more I think that life is a continuum.
There is no such thing as Arriving, as Getting There.
Rather, it is a continuum.
This is what I think on my best days.
On my worser days, I want to Arrive, to Have It, whatever IT is, to Be There.

This pertains to so many things: my weight, my home (both the house and the tidiness factor), my abilities, my career, my mindset, my spiritual life, etc.

Good days: I know that life is a journey, not a destination, made up of baby steps, at times two steps forward, one step back, that I need to take the long view of issues related to my body, to church, to faith, to parenting.

Bad days: DO IT NOW OR THE WORLD WILL END!
ALL OR NOTHING!
DON'T RELAX!
DON'T LET UP!
YOU'LL GET IN TROUBLE IF YOU MISS A STEP!
AAARGGGHHH!
(Sorry for the all caps, but yes, this voice yells. Loudly and frantically.)

So I'm working on giving more credence to the rational, long-range voice, and less to the all-or-nothing, do-or-die voice. It is a *practice,* I know...just as with what I mentioned above, there is no "success" of reaching this thought process. It is a daily journey, renewed each morning. This is both a blessing and a frustration. But mostly a blessing.

Sunday, February 07, 2010

every day

I think I'm going to try to write every day. Something, anything, to put up here on this blog. Even if it's just a quote, or even just a little tiny post like this one, about how I want to write something profound and significant, but am just writing a lil' somethin' like this. These are my good intentions, hencewith commenced....