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.
Just tidbits from my thoughts and musings as I journey from one calling to another; a second career seminarian, along the road.
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.
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?
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!
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?
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?
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