Sunday, August 30, 2015


This has been a week of refreshment for me; a week of play.  

A week of refreshment and play —

Picking up fallen leaves in the park,
discovering acorns on the sidewalk,
drawing pictures on the driveway,
skipping over the cracks in the sidewalk,
playing house on the jungle gym.
Swinging higher than I thought I could, 
walking further together than we had even gone before.
Hearing someone pray for the morning songs of the birds,
receiving spontaneous hugs and kisses,
pretending, imagining,
coloring, together.
Reading and learning about “speech bubbles"
riding a big yellow school bus,
hearing that school is “awesome!”
Taking pictures, 
watching the same short video,
over and over and over again.
Sharing laughs and snuggles.
Playing Uno and Chutes and Ladders,
seeing disappointment when losing,
seeing unbridled joy when winning!
Holding the hand of a child and
being childlike again!
Loving and being loved beyond words 
that is refreshment and play!

So many avenues of refreshment — where do you find yours? 
Exploring the outdoors?  Caring for the earth? Cooking for loved ones? Feeling the breeze on your face as you ride or walk along? Crafting with yarn, or colors, or beads, or textures.  Capturing pictures of moments that touch your heart? Imagining and dreaming? On the mountaintop? On a sandy shore? Reading or singing?  In the bustle of the crowds, in the silence of solitude? Traveling the world? Finding your comfortable chair at home?

God reminds us to refresh, to come away, to play.  What gifts we find as we refresh. Often we hear God’s voice more clearly as we listen to the world around us — refreshed and at play.  

Thank-you, God for moments and days of refreshment and play!

Monday, July 6, 2015

The Call of the Disciple

Sermon for July 5, 2015

Ezekiel 2:1-5 and          Mark 6:1-13
 He said to me: O mortal,[a] stand up on your feet, and I will speak with you. And when he spoke to me, a spirit entered into me and set me on my feet; and I heard him speaking to me. He said to me, Mortal, I am sending you to the people of Israel, to a nation[b] of rebels who have rebelled against me; they and their ancestors have transgressed against me to this very day. The descendants are impudent and stubborn. I am sending you to them, and you shall say to them, “Thus says the Lord God.” Whether they hear or refuse to hear (for they are a rebellious house), they shall know that there has been a prophet among them.

Mark 6:1-13
He left that place and came to his hometown, and his disciples followed him. On the sabbath he began to teach in the synagogue, and many who heard him were astounded. They said, “Where did this man get all this? What is this wisdom that has been given to him? What deeds of power are being done by his hands! Is not this the carpenter, the son of Mary[a] and brother of James and Joses and Judas and Simon, and are not his sisters here with us?” And they took offense[b] at him. Then Jesus said to them, “Prophets are not without honor, except in their hometown, and among their own kin, and in their own house.” And he could do no deed of power there, except that he laid his hands on a few sick people and cured them. And he was amazed at their unbelief.

Then he went about among the villages teaching. He called the twelve and began to send them out two by two, and gave them authority over the unclean spirits. He ordered them to take nothing for their journey except a staff; no bread, no bag, no money in their belts; but to wear sandals and not to put on two tunics. 10 He said to them, “Wherever you enter a house, stay there until you leave the place. 11 If any place will not welcome you and they refuse to hear you, as you leave, shake off the dust that is on your feet as a testimony against them.” 12 So they went out and proclaimed that all should repent.13 They cast out many demons, and anointed with oil many who were sick and cured them.


“The Call of the Disciple”




“Hometown Boy Makes Good”!  We have seen those headlines in newspapers all across the country from small town to big cities at some time or other.  Usually in small towns it is a bit more news worthy because everyone in town knows the story of the hometown boy.  Their kids went to school with him, or they played on the same team together, they sang in the choir or chorus together.  You might hear things like I was a friend of his older/younger brother or sister.  I stayed at their house one night and met him. He used to sell burgers at the corner drive in.  Oh, his parents were great friends of mine!  You know the stories – it has happened here!

And yet there are those pockets of envy and those mistakes that come looming out of the woodwork too.  Who does he think he is, I remember the time he skipped school?  Wonder why he thinks he is so smart, he only got a C in that Chemistry class?  Why is everyone so excited about him all he ever did was sit in his room and write.  He didn’t even know how to work the new Play Station!



I can remember when I was considering ordination in the PCUSA.  I had to have a long chat with my mentor, who is also a Mom and a Pastor about how my family would receive the news.  They knew me too well!  Our children had grown up with a Mom who was a pharmacist.  Although church had always been an important part of our life as a family – it was a huge leap into the role of pastor.  I wondered if the words I spoke from the pulpit would resonate with the person they had known as “mom”.  It was something that I did not take lightly and spent lots of time struggling with as I made my decisions along my journey.

Well, you can sort of get the gist of what it meant for Jesus to come back home and preach in the synagogue.  Scripture says “many who heard him were astounded!” And yet quickly there were those who said, just who does he think he is.  He is just a carpenter.  His brothers and sisters are still right here.  Casting aspersions, casting doubt, trying to reconcile their own memories of Jesus’ ordinariness with the extraordinary things they are witnessing.  There is something in their culture that convinces them that if their honor of Jesus increases then their own honor must decrease.  After all they know the story of Jesus’ birth.  His mother was pregnant before she was married.  They call Jesus, “the son of Mary” suggesting that there is no certainty of his father.  Jesus realizes their scorn and their closed hearts.  Mark says Jesus could do no deeds of power.   Then Mark backs down a little by saying “ well he could only heal a few sick” because of people’s unbelieving.   Scripture says Jesus was “amazed at their unbelief.”      

According to Mark, as Jesus moves on to other villages, he calls the twelve together and engages them in the spreading of the good news.  The mission of God the father was the important call on the life of Jesus and Jesus would not see it stifled just because people would not accept the truth from him.  And so the 12 are invested with power to cure the sick and authority over unclean spirits.  They are sent out 2 by 2 and given instructions that sound a little strange to our ears. 
But Jesus is not guaranteeing them success.  Jesus kind of says, it will not all go well.  Be prepared for that.  Only stay where you are welcomed and only stay as long as you are welcomed.  In other words you will not be welcome everywhere. 

Ezekiel was sent to those who had rebelled – for more than one generation! “ they and their ancestors have transgressed against me.  The descendents are impudent and stubborn”  That sounds like a group of people you would want to serve and witness to, doesn’t it!  But God says,  “I am sending you to them, tell them what I have told you, and “whether they hear or refuse to hear, they will know a prophet has been among them.”  Doesn’t sound like a call to success does it?  But it is a call to faithfulness! 

In so many ways these scriptures, from Ezekiel and from Mark, speak of failure. 
Part of what I hear in all of this is that we are called to be  successful we are called to be faithful --  to the message and the work.  We are not called to base our success on how many hear us, we are not to base our success on how many attend our services, we are not to base our success on how many miracles are preformed – our success is to be found in being faithful to that mission that God sets before us – to go out and proclaim the gospel of repentance, of love and of reconciliation.  We will be given power based on the way it can best be used to glorify God, but our call, as disciples of Jesus is to keep the message moving forward.  Some will not hear, some will not welcome us, but that is the story of Jesus too.  Our task, our call as disciples is to keep on loving, keep on sharing, keep on offering a place for healing and reconciliation and expect God to do the work of redemption.  Our call is to be faithful! 

It may be that our own families will not hear and receive the gospel message from our mouths, because so many did not receive the message from the mouth of Jesus.  Some did, some were amazed, others could not get past the ordinariness of the person who was speaking, they could not put aside the familiarity and the previously held convictions of who or what Jesus was.  We might even do that ourselves sometimes.  Who are those in our midst that we might not listen to because we know them too well? Are we making judgments based on the ordinary person we think we know rather than listening for how God might use that person.  Are we prophets in our own land, like Ezekiel, like Jesus, and no one is listening?

As disciples, we are called to be faithful in our listening for God and in our telling God’s story.  We cannot base our faithfulness on the results of who or how many listen and hear – that work belongs to God.  Each person will account for their own listening and telling – so keep on being a disciples, be faithful in the work we are called to do.  Go out, take the good news, live the good news, respond to the welcome of others and listen for God at work.  Be hearers and doers of God’s word! For even as God told Ezekiel, “Whether they hear or refuse to hear (for they are a rebellious house), they shall know that there has been a prophet among them.”

As we come to table this morning, we remember that Jesus is the host.  Jesus the one who was shunned in his own hometown.  And yet the message spread – 2 X 2 as disciples took the good news out to ever increasing areas.  Come therefore in humility, come therefore as disciples, come and bring your failures and your times of being unwelcomed --- come and recommit to being faithful in bearing the Good News to all.  








Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Helping care for my 4-yr-old granddaughter has been an interesting adventure.  Three days a week she is in a preschool program from 8-12.  That means she is up early to have breakfast, dress, get her stuff together and leave home about 7:45.  At noon she comes home, has lunch, and NEEDS a nap.  But, oh, how she fights that nap time.  So many excuses from whining,  "I need a drink of water." to "I have to go potty."  As her "Grannymother," I can see a huge benefit in just an hour's worth of nap time and rest.  She is much more pleasant at dinner time and into the evening when she rests for a while. We can even enjoy her company, if she has had a nap, but oh how she resists! 
As leaders of ministry in our churches, do we allow God to see the big picture for us and usher us into a time of afternoon rest?  Do we heed the wisdom of those wiser than ourselves when they offer us a nap time? Do we offer excuses about how we can keep going with just a sip of water or a short bathroom break instead of a refreshing rest?  I wonder, how many times our unpleasantness is a result of just being too tired?  There are times when we are called to keep going but I pray we can hear God's knowing call to rest and refreshment along our ways, whether it is spoken out loud by those with whom we serve or when it comes in the gentle voice of God's Spirit at work within us.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Cruising Beyond the Limit

I got a speeding ticket driving home from my last Seminary Intensive in January of 2013.  Four years of driving from home to school and back, twice a year and they got me on that last trip home.  It was 7:00 on a Sunday morning and I was taking a classmate to the airport on my way -- then there he was with the flashing lights right behind me -- going 72 in a 65 zone -- Zinged, Gotcha!  Little did I know that the January trip would be the first of several road trips and the shortest of them all,  Needless to say I have been wary when it comes to speed limits during my travels ever since.

This week I found myself in the car for a long 13-14 hour trip from Chicago, IL to Greensboro, NC.  As I set my speed control, I noticed that I did not set it at the posted speed limit but I set my cruise control just a bit higher, you know, somewhere in that speed limit plus 5 range.  I have always heard that the police will give you 5 miles grace!

I began thinking about that, the LIMIT was clearly posted at  65 MPH, why did I feel the need to push the limit?  It was not a recommended speed it was a SPEED LIMIT, this is as fast as you should go! But no, I rationalized that I could safely drive 5 miles above the LIMIT and besides,  that allowed the car behind me to go the posted limit and still stay behind me!  Ever had those thoughts?  Be honest!

Anyway,  all this made me think of God's limits and how so very often I am convinced (rationalize?) that I can push just beyond the limit and still be safe.  That is when I fall right into God's grace! God's grace is just like those 5 extra miles and then much, much more! However, as I sped along into that territory that was no longer a part of the policeman's grace I found the consequences were based on the totality of my misdeed and my speeding ticket was based on the 7 miles over the limit that the officer clocked.  Just a  LITTLE MORE push and I ended up in big trouble -- a hefty fine AND a 4-hr traffic school.  Yep, life is like that for me sometimes.  I push the limit and end up in big trouble.  I didn't mean to get into trouble, just wanted to stay ahead of the other person.  Just wanted to see how well I could "go it alone".

I am finally learning to see God's limits not so much as restraints but as protection, positioning, purpose all personalized just for me.  As I head home next week and begin that drive back towards Chicago, I will think twice about where to set that cruise control.  Maybe this time I will listen to that wee small voice and stay within the limit.  Maybe.

Where do you wander outside the limits?

Where does God's grace find you?

Will your cruising just beyond the limits lead to unexpected consequences?












Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Thoughts on Graduation from Seminary

     This is my second college graduation.  The first one was 41 years ago when I graduated from Pharmacy School at UNC-Chapel Hill.  Pharmacy school was hard and I barely made it through.  I learned a lot in the 30 plus years of practice and it was a great and rewarding career.
     This week I graduate with my M.Div from University of Dubuque Theological Seminary (UDTS).  It has been hard work and sacrifice of a different kind for the last 4 years.  What is amazing to me is that in so many ways I feel like I was carried through these four years.  There was lots of support from friends, cohort members, students from the years ahead of me, faculty, family and total support from my husband.  But there was also a different kind of support, I so sense, at this the end of my schooling and the beginning of a new journey, being carried by God.  My heart is so full of gratitude!  As friends and family gather round by sending cards, well wishes, gifts and even being present at the commencement ceremony, I am overwhelmed.  Overwhelmed, because it does not feel at all like something I have accomplished but something that God has accomplished in me through so very many people who have poured themselves into me during these four years.  I feel like I have been a sponge that has been privileged to soak up the wisdom and knowledge of those professors in the classroom, my teachers and colleagues in CPE, my mentors and guides through the Presbytery process of Inquirer, Candidate and student Intern; so very many brilliant, loving and affirming people and all with a heart for Christ that leads them to train others. This has been a picture of the kingdom for me;  the incarnation of Christ at work in this world here and now for me. 
      I write this to remind myself to remember; to remember that God carries us through all that I cannot imagine possible.  In the years to come, I pray that I remember how God has carried me to this resplendent place and that I can honor God for all that God has done in my life. 
     And tomorrow the festivities begin -- picking up cap and gown, uniting with families and friends, celebrating the hard work that all have accomplished and listening for the voice of the Holy Spirit that testifies to the incarnation that we are witnessing!

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Sermon on Tabitha

My last sermon as an intern. 
 
Community – a Lifeline!   
4/21/13
Psalm 23 Acts 9:36-43 Year C

Last week Pastor Barb spoke from the Gospel of John and mentioned how the two individuals of Peter and John complemented each other in the community of the disciples.  John saw and recognized the Lord first and Peter was the first one to take action and led the group forward.  It took both of them working together in community, to bring the group to the beach to have breakfast with Jesus.  I imagine they would have all arrived there eventually but it is notable that the gospel writer takes the time to define the roles and the mutuality of this group of disciples. 

 In our scripture this morning we see Peter out on his own, away from the other disciples but still doing the work that he saw Jesus doing.  Work that the Holy Spirit empowered Jesus’ disciples to continue as Jesus ascended to the Father and sent the Holy Spirit to dwell with humanity. 

The book of the Acts of the Apostles, which we shorten to Acts, is the continuing story of the lives of the disciples after Christ’s ascension, Pentecost and the beginnings and growth of the church.   Well, mostly it is about the continuing story of Peter with the added dramatic adventures of Paul.  In fact the first part of chapter 9 tells the amazing story of Paul’s conversion.  It makes one stop and wonder why do we have this telescopic look at the amazing conversion story of Paul and then in just a few short verses hone in on a story that takes place in a widow’s small bedroom in the town of Joppa.  It is like standing on the beach and looking out at the ocean liner on the horizon and then looking down and seeing the sand crab at your feet.  How does the significance of the life and work of Tabitha fit into the same chapter as the significance of the life and work of the great apostle Paul?  I wonder, would we even have heard the story of Tabitha had it not been that her life was tied up in the work of the apostle?  But with this account of Peter and Tabitha Luke has given us a beautiful picture of what it means to be community.  And how the greatest and least all work together for the wholeness of the community.

In this town of Joppa, a seacoast town where Jonah boarded the boat to run away from the Lord, is a community of Christians trying to live out their faith in a secular world -- a world of a variety of faiths, a world of exploration and of financial gain, a world of political and spiritual unrest.  Sound familiar?  One of the people we find here is a woman by the name of Tabitha.

We need to remember that Tabitha is a widow and being a widow in this era of history was not an easy life.  Widows were often grouped among those who need special consideration such as the orphans and the poor within a community.  Widows were vulnerable in this society where they had little significance.  Professor Branch compares this vulnerability of widows to Jerusalem in an article where she says,  “Indeed, the poet of the Book of Lamentations captures this sense of vulnerability by using the word “widow” to describe Jerusalem after Nebuchadnezzar razed the city. Gone is her resemblance to a queen; vanished are her protectors, lovers, friends. Slavery, affliction and harsh labor await her in exile.”   But says Branch; widows are often referred to in scripture as a special teaching opportunity for the Biblical authors to present theological insights.  “…  widows can serve as special textual markers to alert readers that something significant is about to happen.”  I think that is what we have here in the story of Tabitha.

   Tabitha lives on the margins of society.  She has no one to protect or stand up for her. Yet Luke describes her as a disciple – the only time in all of scripture that the feminine form of the Greek word for disciple is used.  The only time it is used in all of the New Testament. A disciple of Christ, living on the margins of a secular community has died and the loss of her presence is so keenly felt that the women mourning her death, after preparing her body for burial, place her body in the “upper room” where they gather just one more time.  During this process the community hears that Peter is nearby as the news of his healing of Aeneas in a town just 10 miles away has reached their ears.  Now they decide to call on Peter to come quickly as Tabitha has died. Perhaps they know that Peter will be needed to pastor the mourning friends or perhaps they have hope that Peter will be able to bring their friend back to life.  Either way they are sure of the power of Jesus that is being displayed by this apostle.  They long for a miracle and so they call on all the resources this Christian community has afforded to them.  

This ancient community in Joppa was suffering a great loss in their midst. 
Just as we this very day feel the great loss of the suffering, the illness and death that we are all experiencing  with the cities and surrounding areas of Boston and of West .  As lives are torn apart by fear and devastation; as the suddenness of death marks one day from another  -- there seems little way for us to make sense of all this. Even within our own community as we hear of high school suicides, as we experience life changing and life threatening illnesses , job losses, and the devastation of flooding; we too like that faith community in Joppa yearn for a miracle!
     This community in Joppa lost one of their beloved saints.  Tabitha was not a professional but she served humbly by supplying clothing for the widows of the town. Her good works were probably known not only to this faith community but also to the widows of the wider vicinity of Joppa or at least that may be implied by the fact that we are given her Greek name of Dorcas, as well.  Tabitha did what she could to help heal the brokenness of widowhood.  These women who attended to Tabitha at her death were friends and were broken-hearted at her passing.  This group had been a lifeline for one another.  Even though what brought them together was the give and take associated with clothing there was much more involved in these relationships. And the wider faith community realized the value of these relationships in creating a wholeness of life for these widows.  As a whole community they interceded for the life of Tabitha in their mourning, in their prayers and in their calling out to Peter. 

The fact is that the church needs to be a place of hope and of Easter resurrection – not only on Easter Sunday, but every day.  The season of Easter prepares us and strengthens us to claim that wholeness of life for which Jesus was crucified and resurrected.   We need to claim it for ourselves and then we need to share it with our faith community.  Peter displayed the power of the resurrection for the people in the “church” at Joppa because they were willing to make themselves vulnerable enough to ask Peter for help.  We too have access to that power.  Ephesians 1:28 and following  says, “ I pray that you may now the hope to which he has called you… and his incomparably great power … that same power that raised
Christ from the dead”

 On the fringes of that faith community, within a company of widowed women, Peter walked into a tiny upper room.   Peter heard their stories and saw the fruits of the ministry of Tabitha, and then Peter asked to be alone with Tabitha.  In the presence of the risen Lord, Peter said to Tabitha, “Tabitha get up”.  “Tabitha opened her eyes, saw Peter and sat up,” says Scripture. 
    Peter then presented Tabitha, ALIVE, to her friends, to “God’s Holy people”, scripture says.   And the result, the scripture says, “The word spread throughout Joppa and many put their faith in the LORD” – not in Tabitha, not in Peter but in the LORD!
Do we forget about that?  Do we forget that the result of our caring for one another, even within the context of our own faith community, is a demonstration of the power of Christ?  We would think that as fellow Christians it would be easy to make ourselves vulnerable to one another in a way that would allow for Christ’s healing to be manifested in our own lives together.  We need to be well and healthy within our faith community and then take our God of healing to the hurting world.  To the students who see no way into tomorrow but through suicide, to those hurting in loss of relationships among family members, to those who are aging in a culture that finds little value in old age, to new parents who feel like their days and nights all run together and there is not relief in sight.  Let us work in this Easter time to bring about health in one another, in our committees, in our homes and in our families so that we can be renewed to life through the power of the Holy Spirit that resides in each of us. In that way many will believe and have faith in the risen LORD!

And as we think about the often familiar words of Psalm 23 which we read this morning, we get a beautiful picture of a personal life lived in communion with God, perhaps a life lived by someone like the widow Tabitha. In the book of Acts,  we get a picture of living out that communion with one another.  The community of church, of Christians, our communal life with one another makes a difference in our lives and in the lives of those around us. Community does give us life.  Not that it can always physically resuscitate us from the dead but it can surely feel like that sometimes.  I pray that we can so connect with God that we are filled with God’s goodness and mercy that we can be a lifeline to those within our faith community first and then to a world filled with hurt and doubt; so that God may be glorified and many will come to faith in the LORD!  Amen









Monday, April 8, 2013

Maundy Thursday

"What if we looked at the world as Julian (of Norwich) learned to, 'with pity and not with blame'? What if we heard God's call to evangelize out of love instead of fear, hope instead of judgment?  What if we saw sin for the complex mixture it is, grounded in wounds and unmet needs? What if we automatically tried to see the 'total fact' of others?  In short, what would it mean to read our world with a hermeneutic of love?"   --              The Mystic Way of Evangelism by Elaine A. Heath

On this Maundy Thursday as I think of the new covenant, the new command that Christ gives his followers, I see a different picture of the broken body, the "poured out'" cup.  The complete surrender unto death.  A life lived out and emptied out in the "hermeneutic of love."  Kenosis.  What does it mean to empty ourselves of blame, fear, judgment.  What does it mean to see the world through eyes of love?