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Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Psalm 19

I didn’t grow up to be as outdoorsy as my parents set out to raise me.  My parents took me on my first camping trip when I was six months old and every summer in my childhood we spent time among trees and lakes and mountains and canyons and animals and the elements and stars and sounds of nature.  My sisters and I always found ways to complain about these wilderness adventures, but today I love this practice I once despised, though I am not as extreme as my parents.  My father taught me the joy of communing with nature.

That is why I read this psalm and I cannot help but understand the ideas as describing nature in communion with God.  The words read of nights and days which give devotion to God.  The psalm states how there are no speech, no words no voice but still there is the resounding of God’s goodness.  The psalmist shares of God’s care for the sun, and the sun’s strong response of joy.  It makes it seem as if God and his creation are in sync.  And I wish for myself the same interchange.  Between God and nature, nature and God, my own interaction with both.  I want to be part of this creation.    

But I also found myself weary of nature at times.  Author Jon Krakauer details embracing life in nature in many of his writings.  The book Into the Wild is the story of Christopher Candliss as he makes his ways from the privileges of middle class society to the wilderness of Alaska.  Candliss truly committed himself to communing with nature.  His words on this communing with nature have been immortalized by this fictionalized book.  Candliss learned how to survive off the land.  He hunted and fished and collected plants to eat.  But the very nature he loved eventually led to his death. 

People build homes near the ocean, and then lose everything as storms come in, waves reach new heights, and winds blow.  The mountains can wash away, ice can topple trees, and heat can parch a field so that no crop can be harvested.  Is this a world in communion with God?  Doesn’t that make it seem like there is a disconnect between God and nature?  Doesn’t that make us want to be weary of our own communion with nature.    

So much of Scripture is written around humanity’s story with God.  But in some of the psalms such as our reading for the day, and elsewhere in the Bible we are allowed into God’s relationship with the rest of creation.  “In the beginning” before God created humans “God created the heavens and the earth” and “God saw that it was good.”  On this day as we celebrate world communion Sunday I can’t help but wonder if the intention of the day is to connect with not only other Christians, but also with all of creation. 

Communion with nature can be glorious or difficult. 

As we take in the bread and the juice today we connect with creation.  Bread is from a harvest of grains and is basic to the diet of our society.  Many in Oklahoma understand wheat harvest.  In much of the farmland of our state wheat is grown and harvested and life becomes patterned around the crop.  Grapes are not necessarily a major crop within our state, but my guess is life tending a vineyard is consumed by the grapes and tending the vines throughout the year so that they produce fruit in the right season.

The connection to earth was subtly part of the Passover supper that Jesus and his disciples celebrated in their final night together.  Passover is a Spring time festival, harvest has just come and gone, all is fresh and new.  The grains have gone through the harvest and the threshing and the milling.  The grapes have been gathered and pressed and fermented into wine.      

Jesus’ culture held bread and wine as essential.  But throughout the world Christians choose to celebrate the Lord’s Supper in ways that are relevant to their society.  I have heard of breads made of rice in Asia, and sweet potato in some of the southern hemisphere.  Some churches in Africa remember Christ’s final meal with honey and milk.  Several years ago the seminary community I was part of decided to honor that tradition in their weekly Eucharist service.  That day I had classmates come in frustrated that the worship leaders would move so far from the Biblical interpretation of the Last Supper.  They had chosen not to partake of the ritual.  And I am sad they chose not to partake of the grace that was present in the milk and the honey and the community that is present in that service of Holy Communion. 

My classmates were merely thinking of the elements that were present, they couldn’t see beyond them to Christ and his body that was present in that moment.  They made the choice not to allow milk and honey to be holy.

The elements alone are not what makes Communion Holy, and nature is not only what makes this specific Sunday about the world.  In Holy Communion, God’s children throughout the world come together to share the meal with Christ, and all his disciples and with one another. 

With knowledge that humans are created in God’s own image, we can be fully aware of the sacredness of all humanity to God.  As a child I, like probably many of you, was taught the song, Jesus loves the little children, all the children of the world.  This simple song drove home the idea at a young age that regardless of skin color, all were precious in God’s sight.  Christians weekly preach on the love of Christ as available to all.  Denominations and church leaders have made claims for working for equality of all God’s children.  Worship services contain words of hope , we sing songs in unity, and pray that we may all be one. 

And there is no place that this desire for unity is more evident than in our understanding of the Lord’s Supper. 

Yet the reality of God’s church is far from what is said and sung and prayed for.  Many denominations have limits on who can eat the bread and drink the wine.  Whether they expect everyone to have joined a church, ascribed to certain creed, or been baptized a certain way, there are restrictions on who can come to the table.

No wonder there is truth in the title of Dan Kimball's book “They like Jesus but not the church.”    

Though our church, our denomination is in no way the glaring example of the unity of Christ’s body, The United Methodist understanding of Holy Communion stands out among other groups.  Our church has said that the Lord’s Supper is open and available to all people.  We practice an open table.    

Before the psalmist prays for words and meditations to be acceptable to God, there is a call to God to “clear me from hidden faults.  Keep back our servant also from the insolent; do not let them have dominion over me.”  We want those who have hurt us, those we see as destructive to stay away from us. 

But our open table means that you don’t get to choose who takes part with you.

Today someone who worships in a different way, like speaking to God in tongues, or raising their hands in praise, or singing their hymns without musical instruments has taken part in this ancient tradition.

In this same hour someone is in a worshipping community and will say the words that we say in our ritual.  And this person is someone that has been marginalized by our own actions because of race, economic status or sexual identity.  This person is being blessed with the body and blood of Christ.

And in this very city there is someone who hurt you this week who will be given the grace of God through this sacred practice.

Coming to the Lord’s table is the great equalizer.  The greatest sinner and saint will be invited to commune with the living Lord.

The movie “Places in the Heart”  starring Sally Field depicts racial tension and gender inequality in Texas during the Great Depression.  In the final scene of the movie the cast is gathered in a church building.  As the choir sings, the congregation passes the bread and juice of Holy Communion.  In the group is a husband who has committed adultery, and a wife who is moving to forgiveness.  There is someone who was driven by town by the physical beating he received because of his race.  There is a family whose are mourning the death of a father who was killed accidentally.  And there sitting next to this family is the father now sitting next to the young black boy who shot him and then was lynched and drug through town and then hung in retaliation.  All are present in this ritual of Holy Communion.  That is probably how the meal we partake of today will be seen by God.    

And there is no better day to remember that than the day we take part in communion with the world.

You don’t get to decide who will receive the bread and the cup today, but you do have the choice of whether you will take part.

Sometimes our difficulty is not in eating bread and drinking grape juice.  Sometimes the stretch is not allowing all to come to the table.  Sometimes we are resistant to the presence of God that is in our time together. 

In Holy Communion the life of Christ comes into each person.  The physical food and drink come to be part of the body and the Grace that is present through Jesus Christ comes into the soul.

To welcome God to come to us both body and soul is to be cognizant that communion with God is not limited to what takes place between me and Jesus.  To make that choice God has called us to make the other choices to commune with God’s creation and to commune with all of God’s people.  In order to fully be in relationship with God we have to move to healthy relationship with all of the world, nature and humanity. 

Thanks for that –that’s easy—no big deal

I can’t ignore God’s creation that we have been called to care for, and I can’t forget those other 6 billion people that walk about on this earth.

None of us can.

We are called to lay aside prejudices and hurt and entitlement and control to be in communion with God.  And giving up those things is a hard choice. 

I don’t know if I can make that choice today. 

Maybe you have same doubts.   

But before we can choose, God has already chosen us.  In the Gospel of John, Jesus tells his disciples “You did not choose me but I chose you.” The salvation God offers through Jesus Christ is open and available to all.  Just like the table is open to all so that they may partake of the sacraments, God has opened the gates to the kingdom so that all my know God.  The intention that God has for his creation is that it may be saved.  And that means you.  You have been called by God, invited to join in this life of faith.  You are a beloved child of God.    

Even as each of has the choice of coming to the table, allowing the elements to be part of who we are, as we stand in common with those we have distanced ourselves from physically or emotionally, we have the choice to love God.  Maybe you are not in a place of forgiveness.  Maybe you are not ready to be in fellowship with those who differ from you.  Perhaps you are unwilling to be one with God’s creation, and God’s people.  Then this is the place for you.  The table is set.  The grace of God is present.  And though your heart may not be ready, taking in the body and blood, the bread and the wine, draws you closer to God’s creation, draws you nearer to those God calls children, and draws you ever in to the love of Christ.  And that is why we take part in this holy mystery that is Communion. 

 

May the words of my mouth and the meditation of all our hearts be acceptable to you, O Lord, our rock and our redeemer.  


In the movie “When Harry Met Sally” starring Billy Crystal and Meg Ryan is the story of how a couple grew from friendship into love.  Throughout their own love story, the movie contains little stories of elderly couples and how the met and fell in love.  One in couple in particular who shared their story the woman would start a sentence, a part of their story, and the man would finish the thought.  Always on the same page.  They knew their story, they knew the love they had for each other so well, that were of one mind. 

As most women do, I swoon at that kind of idea of love. 

But as a Christian I yearn for that kind of relationship with Christ.

Like friends who can finish each others sentences, like lovers who know the depths of the heart, like partners who know the next move to be made.  I want to be of one mind with Christ. 

But what do we know of the mind that was in Christ? 

The Apostle Paul tells of the mind that was in Christ when he states that Christ did not regard equality with God as something to be grasped.  Christ descends from a place with God to a place among humanity.  This is the opposite of an upgrade to first class.  This is someone willingly choosing a seat in economy class even though they can have the larger seat, more leg room, and free beverages and snacks.

Jesus Christ comes to humanity, but then empties himself even more through service.  Christ eats with sinners, touches the unclean, speaks with women.  And he even stoops to wash the feet of his friends at the Last Supper.  Where he then shares that his disciples are wash one another’s feet. 

That is the mind of Christ. 

Christ serves us through his life and then again through his death. 

The song Stairway to heaven talks of climbing up to heaven.  But what we find in Christ is that he came down to us.  We are not called to raise ourselves to his place on high, but rather we encounter him in the lost the least and the last.  And that is where we are called to be.  Only then will we have the mind of Christ. 

The world tells us quite the opposite.  Power comes in the form of governmental official, business moguls.  Wealth and fame are what we are told to aspire to. In another of Paul’s letters he tells the Romans “ Do not be conformed to this world, but transformed by the renewing of your minds, so that you may discern what is the will of God—what is good and acceptable and perfect” (Romans 12:2).  We are looking for something that is less than the world demands but better than we can imaging.  And the only way we get there is through a different mind.

And that is the mind of Christ. 

That seems so far from where we are.  But I have seen us get there.  I have seen the people of Grace be of the mind of Christ.  I have seen Kathy Hanoch teach string games to the children of Belize.  I have heard how Terry Swart taught one of the youth to change the oil his car.  I have seen Bob and Jo Novak carry out boxes of food for skyline. I have talked to Marge Daniel after she and Willard visited someone in the hospital.  I have seen a group of children of our church excited about sharing their noisy offering with the children of Bolivia.  On Wednesday morning mornings in the kitchen there are many different faces preparing food for mobile meals-every week.  At church camp the youth circled around their friends so that they could lift up verbal prayers.  There have been loving hugs from people who have lost someone but still show their care for others.  And the story that helped me get through this week was a story of how after an evening meeting, our senior pastor, Ed, met a woman who was sitting on the corner near our church in obvious emotional distress.  He walked over to her, stooped, and then leaned even farther so that he would not tower over her, so that he could look in her eyes.  He listened to her share the pain of losing a son and taking comfort in the sight of the cross on our building.  After a shared word of prayer, she walked the few blocks to her grieving family. 

These are stories of how people in our congregation have been of one mind, and that mind is that of Christ Jesus.  They have shown that they understand that Christ’s love is shown by emptying oneself, by humbling themselves. 

I know we are on the way.  But we are not there yet.  We are not yet completely emptied.  We are still struggling to find how to be in the world but not of the world.  And I have seen that too.  I have seen that struggle in very real forms.  Even more than the evidence of the struggle between the world and our call to be of Christ’s mind in others, I know the struggle in my own life.  My gut instinct for control and to be right, rather than to relinquish power and to resolve issues.  I know where I am in my relationship with Christ and with other people.

And yet I persist. And still we carry on.  On to the possibility of loving as Christ does, serving as Christ calls us to, of being who God has created us to be. 

The Notebook, a novel by Nicholas Sparks has now become a popular movie.  In the story there is an elderly man who shares about his lifelong love story.  Only as the story nears the end do we realize he is sharing the story with his wife, the woman who is the object of his story.  She has forgotten her own story.  So daily, this man shares the story with the love his life in hopes that she will remember, even if only momentarily. 

We have forgotten our story.   We have moved far from where God has called us to be.  We have tried to climb the ladder to meet God, but have missed him as he traverses this land at the bottom.  But still, God is here.  God is sharing our story with us.  Hoping that we will remember the love he has promised us and the life he has called us to.  We will hear this story again and again.  But will we live our story?

 

 

 


Monday, September 08, 2008

back from my visit to Nicole.  Probably one of the most relaxing trips ever. 

I don't want to go back to work.  The first thing on my return to work is a meeting tonight at 7:00.  guess I better eat dinner and get down to the church.  blah!

 


Monday, September 01, 2008

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By Og Mandino
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Headed to see Nicole tomorrow.  Very excited.  Ready for a week off.  It has been a hectic few months since I got back from my vacation in Georgia:

Annual Conference, Mission Trip to Dulac, LA, VBS, Youth Sunday, Kids going back and forth to camp, preparing for different camps, leading sunday school, Jr. High District Camp, Dayspring, my kiddos going through some real rough stuff, family stuff, lots of family stuff, back to school, big events to plan for missions and evangelism committees, three deaths in my family in the last three week, preaching 4 times, hiring a new intern.  CRAZY

I deserve this time off.  


Sunday, August 31, 2008

Good Stuff

Romans 12:9-21

 

It seems like every six months or so a new set of rules to live by becomes popular.  Do this and your life will be great!  Someone trying to sell their way of life while telling you what you are doing wrong.  Most times it is rules for dieting.  How many crazy diets have been created in order to help someone lose weight, feel better, change their whole lifestyle.  There are rules for spending, especially concerning cars and homes.  There are rules that will help build your confidence.  How to be a better man, woman, spouse, coworker, parent.  My favorite set of rules is for catching the man of your dreams.  Surely if it were that easy we would all know those rules by heart.  But someone is always trying to tell us how to live. 

 

On the other hand there is the quote “Rules are made to be broken.”  This was never a mantra I lived by.  I’m what you call a goody-two-shoes.  That is not to say that I never broke any rules.  But when I did, I usually owned up to it and lived with the consequences.  Admitting I had done wrong was way better than getting caught.  Getting caught, getting in really big trouble was way worse. 

When I was young my well-behaved lifestyle was not really based in my desire to be a good person.  In reality, I was a good girl because of how embarrassing it was to get into trouble.  I had to deal with upset lectures from parents.  If I got in trouble at school I could be called out in front my classmates.  Embarrassing! And to get pulled over by a cop, lights flashing.  I would want to crawl under a rock. 

 

Whether the newest fad rules or rules set by our parents we base much of our lives around what is expected from us.

 

We can see this in the expectations of early Christians.  They lived by the rules of Jesus and his disciples.  Expectations were set in place based on which leader had started the community.  The book of Acts and all the letters show how these early Christians lived out the expectations placed upon them by the leaders.  But these churches and individuals also lived within society, with a whole other set of rules and expectations. 

 

The church in Rome was no exception.  The Roman empire was full of instructions of how to be a good citizen.  There were expectations of loyalty to the state, and conformity in lifestyle.  But how were these new Christians supposed to live as Christians in the midst of the Roman Empire?  How were they supposed to be followers of Christ while living in Rome itself?  They needed instruction, they wanted rules. 

 

That is where Paul comes in.  Paul has written a lot of letters of rules for Christians.  But this letter to the church in Rome is different.  In fact, Paul is kinda presumptive.  Paul writes to the church in Rome never having been to Rome.  He doesn’t know these people, but he is giving them rules.  And many of these rules are contradictory to the expectations of Roman citizens.  In fact if we look only to the beginning of this chapter we find a call that sets them part religiously. 

 

Paul tells the Romans to “present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God” (12:1). “In the world into which Christianity was born animal sacrifice was almost universally the central feature of worship” (Dictionary of Paul, 856). If animal sacrifice was the central feature of worship, then asking for a living sacrifice would set them apart from their neighbors.  This call was for something different. 

 

How Paul?  How do we live as a sacrifice?      

Well, Church in Rome, I am glad you asked. 

And then he leads into a whole list of rules.  But these rules are not like the ones listed in my student handbook in high school, or the rules that my parents reminded me of over and over or the laws that dictate our lives now.  These are different.

Especially these:

Be patient in suffering

Persevere in prayer

Bless those who persecute you

Do not be haughty, but associate with the lowly

Do not claim to be wiser than you are

Do not repay evil for evil

See rules, rules, rules.  And these rules are hard.  These rules are not the kinds which are made to be broken. These are the kind of rules that you have to aspire to.  Because I don’t know how anyone actually lives up to all these rules. Looking at this list of rules, these guidelines for a Christian life I think to myself, “I wish!”  That is what I want to do; those are the things I want to fill my life with.  The good stuff. 

With these rules the church of Rome has an idea of how to live out their faith.  And with these, the church then and now has an idea of what living as a sacrifice looks like. 

 

The sacrifice called for by most religions was a call for giving up livestock, crops, or a show of their livelihood.  But the living sacrifice Paul talks of means giving up something else.  Offering a living sacrifice meant abandoning self but not to death, rather to life a more full. 

 

So do these things and you will be a good Christian.  I have already said these are the kinds of things I want to fill my life with, this is how I want to live.  But these rules, the life we are called to as Christians is not simply because that is what good people do.  Paul called the church at Rome to live by these standards not simply because that is what he expected them to do.  And we today don’t simply aspire to live by them because they are contained in a letter that Paul wrote in a book that has been canonized.  No, living out these things is done in response to what we experience as Christians.  We take part in the good stuff because in Christ we come to know all that good stuff.  That faith, hope, love stuff.  The call to better to people than they are to you.  That stuff is what we come to know when we get to know Jesus Christ. 

Paul talks about how to live as a Christian throughout all of the letters he writes.  But more than that, Paul talks about why we live as a Christian.  I can talk to all day about how to be good.  I can tell you of what I understand a Christian life looks like.  But until you know the goodness of Christ you won’t really get it.

 

Last year the staff of the church headed to Church of the Resurrection in Kansas City for some training.  Church of the Resurrection is one of the fastest growing United Methodist Churches in the United States.  Their leadership institute is to help church leaders see what worked for them, get new ideas, and to have some time of renewal and excitement.  Throughout the training the staff and the lay leaders of Church of the Resurrection  all talked about how any change in a congregation has to be done through a change of heart.  This church with 12,000 members understands itself as called to help people change, and according to Pastor Adam Hamilton’s online blog, the best way to change the heart is through the gospel, the good news of Jesus Christ. 

I think the desire for the heart to change, to be transformed by Jesus Christ is what any Christian truly wants.  I know I still want to be transformed by God.  I still want the Holy Spirit to work in me.  I want be able to live into all these rules, all these hopes that Paul has for the church in Rome.  And as a pastor, that is what I want for anyone in the congregation I serve. 

Of course, from the make up of these rules, it is obvious that this is not merely for individual lives.  Paul calls upon the church in Rome to be changed.  The hope is that the community of faith will have a change of heart.  Now this change of heart calls upon individuals to change.  But as a people, as a whole there must be a change. 

 

Where I attended church in Atlanta was a large church situated on the college campus.  The sanctuary was full of tall pillars; there was a grand organ, and six tall candlesticks on the altar table.  Every week there was a procession that began the worship service.   The church had grand choirs that often sang in fancy foreign languages.  It was kind of a haughty taughty church.  I also should state that I have never seen so many bow ties in my life. 

 

After growing up in a parsonage, being known by most people in a church, to attend a large church where no one knew me was different.  I would walk in and out of the church every week, sneaking in sometimes late, and darting out as soon as church was over.  When I would make it in time for the weekly greeting then I would shake a few hands nearby, and exchange good mornings.  But this was not a particularly friendly church. 

That was fine with me.  I attended the church because of the preacher. While in seminary I wanted a good sermon.  Using my worshipping experience as additional learning opportunity made sense to this soon to be preacher.  And let me tell you, that senior pastor is still high on my list of favorite preachers. 

In my last year there was a new senior pastor appointed to the church.  My favorite preacher was gone.  The sermons changed.  For a while I wondered whether or not to look for a different church.  The only reason I had attended was for the preaching, and it no longer seemed what I wanted.  But I stuck around.  The personality of the new pastor was very friendly.  The demeanor he had from the pulpit was very engaging.  And even greater was the presence he had with the people.  He greeted everyone warmly, had a loud laugh he shared liberally. 

Eventually it was something else that made me stay.  I don’t know if there was something going on behind the scenes.  There may have been other changes that I didn’t see maybe in lay leadership, or other ministries in the church.  Something besides the personality of the senior pastor.  But what I do know is that in the last year of attending the whole culture of the church changed.  People who I had sat near week after week made a point to greet me.  I had conversations with people who had never spoken to me.  And there were even people who invited me to Sunday School, people who made sure that I had found a place in the church to grow further.  I started feeling like it was my church, rather than just a church I attended.

In my last two months before graduation I experienced a Sunday service that let me know how much the congregation had really changed.  The sermon was amazing (there had been many great sermons by this time.  So it was good I stuck it out), the children’s choir had sang a touching song on loving all people, and there was a baby baptized.  At the end of the service when the pastor gave the invitation for membership, there was a family and one other individual who made their way to the front.  The family was well kept, had beautiful young children and the parents were young professionals.  The other gentleman who joined that day stuck out like a sore thumb.  He had been displaced to Atlanta by hurricane Katrina, he had been homeless for quite a while.  Only shortly before joining the church had he been able to get back on his feet.  He came to the front in a t-shirt and jeans.  But as these people joined the church, they were all welcomed equally into the community.  This was it; this was how the heart of the church had changed.  They truly had found what it meant to be the community of Christ.  I know they were still learning, they were still trying to be a better church, trying to be more faithful disciples.  But there had been a change of heart.  And it helped change my heart.  They were trying to live out the good stuff.  Because they had found the good stuff.  And it made me want that good stuff. 

 

In The Message, a modern translation of Scriptures verse 9 begins: “Love from the center of who you are.”  Those words capture it exactly.  The change of heart, the life of a Christian, all this good stuff, it becomes part of who you are.  We live it, we have it, we know it because of the love of Christ.  And that love, well that love of is the best of all. 



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