Friday, June 29, 2012

what momma knew and why it really does matter!

Last week my son and I joined a couple of thousand other folks on a trek to the hill country of North Carolina for the Wild Goose Festival.  It was a wonderful gathering where justice, music, spirituality and art collide in all sorts of interesting shapes and forms.  Each day there were speakers, bands, and plenty of opportunities for ad hoc conversations under the beautiful oak trees.

Phyllis Tickle
One of the most powerful and relevant lectures regarding the state of the Church and the trajectory we are on was given by Phyllis Tickle.  (I should point out that I really, really respect Mrs. Tickle and her scholarship, insight, wit and wisdom.  In my book, Phyllis is fantastic!)

The crux of the talk was that because of Constantine, who made Christianity the state religion 1700 years ago AND the Birth Control Pill the way of life currently known of as the Church is dying, at alarming rates.  She pointed out that unless we make some intentional adjustments, we will lose a great deal more than our brick and mortar buildings, we will lose (although perhaps for just a season) what it means to be a people who are shaped by the rhythm of the faith.

Rosie power!
Let me explain - Phyllis is not a feminist, as she said right up front - anyone with 7 children can not call herself a feminist, but in her opinion (along with folks like Harvey Cox and Martin Marty) the Pill allowed women to not only control how many children they bore, it also played/s an important role in allowing women to break through the glass ceiling in the work place.  Ever since World War II and the days of Rosie the Riveter, the number of women in the workforce has grown and two income families are for many reasons now the norm.

And yet, for the past 3000+ years of our Judeo-Christian heritage women were the main transmitters of the faith, through the sharing of the Biblical narrative, the stories of the Bible.  Some of this was done overtly and some more covertly, but by and large the church grew and flourished because of what momma knew and shared with her offspring.

Phyllis used this analogy: the home - aka the tent  - is the place where initial spiritual formation takes place, then there is the synagogue (or our modern day church) for community worship and the temple for the big annual celebrations.  It's how its been done for thousands of years - until now.

With two income families, as well as the increased focus on the activities of the children in the families, time to just sit and talk after school let alone time for family prayers, devotions, and weekly worship has gone to the wayside.  And frankly, I can understand how and why -who really has time to do any of this well, let alone regularly any more?

And that is Phyllis' point... what had previously been part of the rhythm of a family's life now has been set aside, because its hard to do it all!  Meals, homework, activities, sleep and if you're lucky - clean clothes come before anything else...and let's not forget about our careers - so, what is left for spiritual formation let alone Church???

On top of this, from my perspective as a pastor for the past nine years, many people have a lack of confidence in their ability to understand the Bible (again - my theory - because of a couple of decades of bad teaching on the part of 'professional' clergy), many people don't have confidence in themselves to share their faith, they don't trust that the Holy Spirit can speak to them through scripture, prayer, or other spiritual activities.

Yikes!

So, what are we to do now?  Well, Phyllis said its time for us to recapture the rhythm of the Christian life, and we do this by embracing the liturgical year.  Sound difficult?  Here are some concrete suggestions from Phyllis:  as we do something as simple as setting the table with purple napkins (during Advent) we can explain why and what the colors mean and then take time to talk about the incarnation of Jesus.

On January 6th we can bake a special cake, complete with a little plastic baby, to celebrate the Epiphany of Christ.

We can be more like our Catholic friends and serve fish during the six Fridays of Lent.  This  allows us to talk about the man from Nazareth named Jesus who invited the first disciples, who happened to be fishermen, to follow him along the shore of Galilee...this same Jesus who took some fish and a few loaves bread and gave thanks to God and gave it to his disciples to share with a crowd of 5,000 and it was enough to feed them all!  And guess what, this is the same Jesus who after his resurrection, prepared a meal of fish for his disciples and reminded them how much he loved them, and loves us too.

She also highly recommended daily prayer - or the daily office as a family devotional practice.  One example she mentioned was Common Prayer for Ordinary Radicals, by Shane Claiborne and Jonathan Wilson-Hartgrove (both of whom were at Wild Goose).  You may access an online version here.

What she didn't mention is her own three volume set of the Daily Office called Divine Hours.  It is a lovely collection of prayers (three readings per day) with special readings during the Advent and Lenten seasons.  There are a couple of sources for on-line versions as well, search Divine Hours Phyllis Tickle.
me and baby Zayden,
my grandson

Get the picture?

I believe it is up to us, as Christ followers, as mothers and grandmothers to join with the dads and grandpas to help share these traditions and stories from the Bible with our children.  Faith is more than a moral framework, it is participating in the Way of Jesus...and that doesn't happen in isolation, it happens in community with people we know and trust and love.  That whole "love God, love one another thing," Jesus really meant it!

peace,
Deborah


p.s. One last thought on this topic, while driving home from Wild Goose on Monday the airwaves were bombarded with news of Anne Marie Slaughter's article in Atlantic Magazine entitled:  Why Women Still Can't Have it All.  I appreciate what Ms. Slaughter is saying, and I agree.  Some of my male preacher friends have trouble understanding the challenges I face as a single mother and full time pastor of a church.  I'm ok with it, and the kids and I are managing well, by the grace of God, but there are many days when I would rather be a more 'traditional' family.  By traditional family I mean that there is a responsibility for men to have a spiritual leadership roll in their households - too often I fear that men abdicate spiritual things to the women, and our young men need to see faithful men of God in their daily walk.   <end of rant>






Sunday, June 17, 2012

running on empty

one unhappy little guy

(this summer I am exploring the life of Israel's King David.  I will post from time to time some of my reflections on how David's story intersects with yours and mine...he was, after all, very much like you and I.  That's what makes his story so fascinating.)

Yesterday morning I ran some errands with my daughter Lauren and her 4 month old son Zayden.  Around 11:30 Zayden started getting fussy, he was hungry, but alas, there was no formula in the diaper bag and we were still 30 minutes from home!

Lauren tried to give him water, but he was not interested at all!  Before we knew it he went from fussing to crying to screaming!!!  Lauren did her best to console him.  She spoke sweetly to him, sang his favorite lullaby, she really tried everything she could to distract him, but nothing worked.

Since I was driving I stepped on the gas.  And then, just as Zayden hit a rousing crescendo the gas light came on!  Now we were faced with a wailing baby AND an almost empty tank of gas...

Long story short, we got home and Lauren fixed a bottle which she instantly popped it into his mouth - and yet Zayden continued to cry.  In fact it took a while before he realized that his greatest wish was right there in front of him.

Zayden had become so self absorbed by his hunger that he couldn't hear his mommy telling him that it everything would be ok.  Then, when given what he wanted, he still refused to believe that his wishes had been met.  Sound familiar?

We are fragile creatures, you and I.  We have a tendency to get our minds fixed on what we want, or what we are afraid of, or what we don't want to deal with and before we know it these normal (and often every day) things become bigger and badder and scarier than they probably are.  THEN, in the midst of our wailing and gnashing of teeth we neglect to hear the voice of the one who loves us more than we will ever know.  I am constantly amazed at God's patience with us.  And yet, His love, mercy and grace go on and on forever and ever.  Thanks be to God!

Saul, the king of the Israelites, had a big problem...the Philistine Army was big and bad and eager to wipe the tiny nation of Israel off the face of the earth.  For 40 days and nights they were in a stalemate - and the biggest baddest of them all was a giant of a man by the name of Goliath - each morning Goliath would strike fear in the hearts of the Israelite army, taunting them with his bravado.  Along comes David, Jesse's youngest son, who was sent to the battlefield to drop off some supplies for his three eldest brothers.  When he heard Goliath's taunts it ticked him off...and he wasn't afraid to say so!

Before anyone knew what was happening David convinced King Saul that he was more than a shepherd boy, he was in fact a formidable hunter of lions and bears and this Philistine had nothing on them!  So the king dressed him up in battle armor and prepared to send him up to the front lines.  Only one problem, the heavy armor didn't feel right.  So instead he opted for his slingshot, 5 smooth stones, and his faith in God, the Almighty one.

As Goliath jeered, David proclaimed his faith in the one living God.  As Goliath scoffed at this runt of a man, David proclaimed God's power and benevolence and with the swing of his slingshot Goliath came crashing down!  (see 1 Samuel 17 for more of the story - the Message translation is especially good)

Notice how Saul and his men only saw the formidable fighting power of the Philistine Army.  For 40 days and 40 nights the Philistines waged a psychological war on them, led by Goliath.  David, on the other hand, didn't see anyone but God.  He doesn't even mention anyone but God.

I think David was able to have this unique perspective about God because he lived a simple life, one that was intimately connected to God.  Because he spent much of his time out in nature he knew of God's power and grace because he saw it in the ordinary things...he had to be in awe of the wonder and majesty of God!

much better!
We all know what or who our Goliath's are.  What is preventing us from placing our trust in the God of David?  What is keeping us from hearing the voice of the one living God?   Its not that we are making mountains out of molehills as much as we have a tendency to lose sight of the one who really, really loves us.  Are our spiritual tanks full or are we running on empty, without any hope?

These are all some things I am thinking about as we continue our summer long journey with David, a man after God's own heart.  May we too turn our hearts and minds toward God even (especially) in the midst of troubling, challenging times.

in Christ, together,
Deborah


Sunday, June 10, 2012

do-over

Just before we moved from Colorado to Iowa, in the summer of 2001, we took a quick trip to Santa Fe, New Mexico.  I love Santa Fe.  It's a town full of history, art and fabulous food!  While there we did some obligatory shopping and for some reason, we bought a lemon tree...I don't know why, but we did.

Over the past 11 years the lemon tree has moved from place to place with us.  Atleast once a year it is coated with an abundance of fragrant blossoms and on occasion we actually have had a lemon.

The downfall is that every winter the branches become coated with aphids.  Over the course of the winter it dropped many of its leaves thanks to the invasion of the nasty critters...Ugh!  I tried soaps, baths, sprays, even wiping the little buggers off with my hands...I tried everything for 11 long years - and finally, I gave up fighting the aphids.

One balmy day in March I set the doomed plant on the back deck and thought - 'good luck, you're on your own.'  11 years of a love/hate relationship ended with frustration (me) and exile (the plant).

We then had a cold snap and soon all of the leaves dropped.  And what remained of this forlorn plant was stuck, out of sight and out of mind, on the back deck.

I thought about pulling it out and tossing it in the fire Ethan started last weekend, but for some reason I let it be.  Even after I gave up on the darn thing, I couldn't bring myself to do the final act of tossing it away.  Well, yesterday as I was about to pull it up and throw it out I noticed some green shoots coming from the base of the plant.  Now what am I supposed to do???

I could draw all sorts of conclusions from the botanical side of things.  I could even draw conclusions from a lens of faith - how God's love never, ever lets us go. The reality is that this plant is indeed persistent, and so I will let it be and see what comes of it.

Maybe we just needed a break and a do-over, and maybe, just maybe I have a lesson to learn here.  As a friend reminds me often; every day is a chance for redemption.

This summer I am leading the church in a study of David, a man after God's own heart.  A man who not only experienced - he personally and intimately  knew God's mercy, grace and redemptive love.  We have a lot to learn from David.  I too look forward to learning from the life of David.  I might even write about it...just a bit.

looking forward to starting anew,
again,
Deborah

Want to follow along as we learn about David?  Start with 1 Samuel... today's sermon is on 1 Samuel 16:1-13 when David, the one on the margins, is chosen by God.




Friday, May 18, 2012

milkweeds in my garden

Waverly, Iowa is a lovely town.  Our German heritage shines through with our street numbering system (oh so very practical - once you learn the system) our comfortable homes and tidy yards.  It may seem like an exaggeration, but everything seems so nice and neat in Waverly, all except the flowerbeds at Trinity, the church I am privledged to serve.

We have two members who are the 'official' church gardeners.  They do a wonderful job caring for our various flower beds.  Two summers ago, my first year in Waverly, I pointed out to them that there was a milkweed in their flowerbed.  Before I could pull it out they both yelled STOP!

I had always thought that Milkweeds (part of the Asclepias family) were pretty, albeit messy plants, and while its great fun in the fall to break open the seed pouch and scatter their silky seeds to the wind, their rightful place is in the ditches of country roads, certainly not a flower bed.

Except, except that Monarch Butterflies depend on milkweeds as a food source for the larvae, aka caterpillars.  More milkweeds = more monarch butterflies!  The world hasn't been so kind to Monarch butterflies.  More and more chemicals are being used in the fields and ditches here in North America, and the forests on the southern end of their migration are facing increasing threats from loggers.

My first summer here we had one milkweed plant, last summer it was two - imagine my surprise when I noticed a plethora of milkweeds in our flowerbed!  That's something to celebrate!  I'm not the only one who is tempted to pull the milkweeds - after all the word 'weed' is in the name of this common plant.  So, now we plant a sign in the flowerbed that says:  "Don't pull out the milkweeds!"  We are good United Methodists and pay attention to signs.

As the church and the world changes at lightening fast speed, I wonder how many other presuppositions need to be looked at again.  How many folks have given up on God, thinking that they are worthless, like our humble milkweeds?  How many people have we overlooked who have gifts that aren't being lifted up and honored?

It seems to me that we need to spend less time racing through our day and more time paying attention to the basics, like milkweeds and monarch butterflies and relationships with folks who may not fit our nice neat expectations.  When we do so I believe we will be richly blessed.

in Christ, together
Deborah






Friday, May 11, 2012

better than...


A Facebook friend posted the lyrics to this song earlier this week:

Better than a church bell ringing
Better than a choir singing out...

We pour out our miseries
God just hears a melody


Beautiful, the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah


(Amy Grant ~ Better than a Hallelujah)



The words really resonated with me.  No one wants to appear broken, and yet, our brokenness is part of our reality – its why we/the world is in need of a savior.   The Good News is (and always has been) that in the midst of our suffering, God is always, always, always there.  What a comfort, what an assurance! 

I know from my own experience that there are times when I hide behind a mask rather than express my true emotions because they are so real and raw, and I am afraid that this may be perceived as either weakness, whiny-ness or just plain brokenness.   In these times it’s always good to turn to God’s song book, the Psalms:

“Yes, my soul, find rest in God; 
    
my hope comes from him.
Truly he is my rock and my salvation;
    
he is my fortress, I will not be shaken.”  (Psalm 62:5-6)

As followers of Christ and members of the United Methodist Church we have a tradition of asking one another; “how is it with your soul?”  It is my hope that as we journey together in faith we are able to build relationships that allow us to be authentic and vulnerable with one another.  As the Body of Christ we are called to share one another’s burdens and celebrate one another’s victories.

So, my  questions today is – “how is it with your soul?” 

Really…I mean it…how is it with your soul?

in Christ, together
Deborah

(from my midweek reflection - 5/10/2012)


Sunday, May 6, 2012

it's all about L.O.V.E.


Love is one of the most complicated of all human emotions.  Wrapped up in four little letters is the yearning of the heart, the hope of what could be as well as memories of what was.

It would be so much easier to keep our emotions in check if we were like the Greeks, with multiple words for love - eros for passionate, desiring, physical love; philia for a love based on friendship and loyalty to friends and family alike; and agape which is often equated with the love of God and the sacrificial love that one has for others.

But all we have is L.O.V.E.  And love has a tendency to get us into trouble at times, more often than not its the lack of love - for ourselves and others that gets us into trouble.  On the other hand, love also helps us to be better people, for love is, indeed patient and kind (1 Corinthians 13:4a).

Because I love the United Methodist Church, and because I dream of us living into God's love in radical, Christ focused ways, I was compelled to respond to events of General Conference this week, and the defeat of the Hamilton/Slaughter substitution amendment in particular from the pulpit this morning.  To follow is the text of this morning's homily.  (please forgive the ellipses and dashes)

John 21:15-17
When they had finished breakfast, Jesus said to Simon Peter, ‘Simon son of John, do you love me more than these?’ He said to him, ‘Yes, Lord; you know that I love you.’ Jesus said to him, ‘Feed my lambs.’ A second time he said to him, ‘Simon son of John, do you love me?’ He said to him, ‘Yes, Lord; you know that I love you.’ Jesus said to him, ‘Tend my sheep.’  He said to him the third time, ‘Simon son of John, do you love me?’ Peter felt hurt because he said to him the third time, ‘Do you love me?’ And he said to him, ‘Lord, you know everything; you know that I love you.’ Jesus said to him, ‘Feed my sheep.

This morning’s scripture lesson is a continuation of Jesus' third appearance to his disciples after the resurrection.  This time, Jesus is on the shore along the sea of Galilee.  This morning we find Jesus and the disciples enjoying breakfast and Peter becomes the focus of Christ's parable about love.


Peter, of all of the disciples was the most impetuous – often outrageous, and yet, I find him to be a very, very human disciple. I can relate to Peter. On the night of Jesus’ arrest Peter swore his allegiance to Jesus – and then before the sun rose the next day, he denied him – not once – but three times.


From all accounts, it seems that Peter is getting a good talking to – and like any parent it would seem that Jesus wants to make a point - I have done this before myself - making my children repeat the instructions over and over again before an important task, but friends, there is so much more to our Gospel lesson than  this.

Three times Jesus asks Peter – do you love me? And each time Peter replies – more vehemently each time – 'of course you know I do…'

Then feed my sheep, Jesus says.

Are we to take this literally?  Does this mean that Jesus wants Peter to go out and became a sheep rancher?

Not at all – in fact we know that he was a fisherman – a fisherman who responded to Jesus’ call to drop his nets and follow him – to become a fisher for people. So what happens to these fish once they are caught? What happens to people once they hear the good news and become a Christ follower?

They become one of His – since Jesus is the good shepherd, they, we become one of His flock – a sheep of his fold.  We see this throughout scripture –  in the Gospel of Mark chapter 6, verse 34

When Jesus landed and saw a large crowd, he had compassion on them, because they were like sheep without a shepherd. So he began teaching them many things.

And in Luke chapter 15:

Jesus told them this parable: “Suppose one of you has a hundred sheep and loses one of them. Doesn’t he leave the ninety-nine in the open country and go after the lost sheep until he finds it? And when he finds it, he joyfully puts it on his shoulders and goes home. Then he calls his friends and neighbors together and says, ‘Rejoice with me; I have found my lost sheep.’ I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent.

And returning to the Gospel of John, chapter 10:7-11

Jesus said again, “Very truly I tell you, I am the gate for the sheep.  All who have come before me are thieves and robbers, but the sheep have not listened to them.   I am the gate; whoever enters through me will be saved. They will come in and go out, and find pasture.  The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.
 “I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep.

Thanks be to God for Jesus, the good shepherd – who love us and calls us to himself!

The past two weeks delegates from the United Methodist church around the globe gathered in Tampa, Florida to set the course for our denomination. We gather only once every four years – and it is mesmerizing to watch the process and proceedings unfold.

There is meaningful worship, legislative committee work and then, over the course of five days, the group gathers to vote on the structure of the church. You may have read about some of the proceedings, there are plenty of reports out there if you’re interested –

What I learned from watching the proceedings was that we are a global church – and culture matters. What is acceptable in one part of the world, like our dependence on cell phones and Wi-Fi for example, is foreign in another – an iPhone isn’t going to do me much good in the bush in Africa or in a remote village in the Philippines, or on the northern end of Bremer county for that matter.

We also all read scripture through the lens of our experiences, traditions and use our minds to sort it all out. Undoubtedly there are parts of scripture that challenge us and our sensibilities. There are parts of scripture that say that a woman is not to speak to the assembly (church), that shaving is taboo, that slavery is acceptable, that widows are supposed to marry their brother in law and have a child right away.

I lift this all up, because as I read this passage in the Gospel of John – and elsewhere in scripture - Jesus never makes a distinction as to exactly who his sheep are. Sheep are sheep – people are people – each precious and beloved in God’s sight – each created in God’s own image…that is powerful to me – that speaks to my own belovedness and uniqueness – the knowledge that God does not withhold his love, even if I am to deny him, like Peter did, is a powerful living – breathing – example of God’s amazing love and grace.

As United Methodists, we call this Prevenient Grace – God loving us before we even know of God. God's prevenient grace is with us from birth, preparing us for new life in Christ. "Prevenient" means "comes before."

Wesley did not believe that humanity was totally "depraved" but rather God places a little spark of divine grace within us which enables us to recognize and accept God's justifying grace.


and because God first loved us – we are able to love others…

I believe the source of all love is God – I believe that this love is then meant to be shared in healthy and holistic ways to the Glory of God – it’s the love of Jesus that kept Mother Teresa in Calcutta, serving among the poorest of the poor, it’s the love of God that draws us together as we sing praises to the one who created us, its God’s love that should be at the center of all of our relationships and it is God’s love that makes room for the least and the lost, those who are outcast from ‘normal society’, the widow, the orphan, the broken and hurting.

As followers of Christ, as baptized believers in the Way, the Truth and the Life – we are like Peter – challenged to respond to these same three questions Jesus asked Peter.  If you love me...feed, tend, love my sheep.

At General conference, the issue of homosexuality and the UMC’s stance was once again a point of contention and yes, even hurt. We are divided about this – there is no doubt. The debate is often a bitter one. One of the most encouraging moments in General Conference this last week was when Adam Hamilton and Mike Slaughter lifted up an amendment – basically saying that we agree to disagree – but we do so in love.

I think that this document is very important, not only in the discussion about homosexuality, but it can form and inform us as we move forward as a church – as we live out God’s call and claim on our own lives as followers of Jesus.

***** The Hamilton/Slaughter Amendment:*****

Homosexuality continues to divide our society and the church. All in the United Methodist Church affirm that homosexual persons are people of sacred worth and all are welcome in our churches, but we disagree as a people regarding whether homosexual practices is contrary to the will of God.

The Bible is our primary text for discerning God’s will. We read and interpret it by the light of the Spirit’s witness, with the help of the thoughtful reflections of Christians throughout the centuries and assisted by our understanding of history, culture, and science.

The majority view through the history of the church is that the scriptures teach that same-sex sexual intimacy is contrary to the will of God. This view is rooted in several passages from both the Old and New Testament.

A significant minority of our church views the scriptures that speak to same-sex intimacy as reflecting the understanding, values, historical circumstances and sexual ethics of the period in which the scriptures were written, and therefore believe these passages do not reflect the timeless will of God. They read the scriptures related to same-sex intimacy in the same way that they read the Bible’s passages on polygamy, concubinage, slavery and the role of women in the church.

United Methodists will continue to struggle with this issue in the years ahead as a growing number of young adults identify today with what is the minority view. The majority view of the General Conference, and thus the official position of the church, continues to hold out that same-sex intimacy is not God’s will. We recognize, however, that many faithful United Methodists disagree with this view.

It is likely that this issue will continue to be a source of conflict within the church. We have a choice: We can divide, or we can commit to disagree with compassion, grace, and love, while continuing to seek to understand the concerns of the other. Given these options, schism or respectful co-existence, we choose the latter.

We commit to disagree with respect and love, we commit to love all persons and above all, we pledge to seek God’s will. With regard to homosexuality, as with so many other issues, United Methodists adopt the attitude of John Wesley who once said, “Though we cannot think alike, may we not love alike? May we not be of one heart, though we are not of one opinion? Without all doubt, we may.”

Submitted by Adam Hamilton and Mike Slaughter.

****** (you may read more at this link: click here)

Sadly, this amendment did not pass, but I think it is a document that we can and should use to inform our lives together.

As we prayerfully discern how God is calling us to live as a church, I think we have to first come to grips with what God’s love is all about – is it abundant and extended to all, or is it just for a few select folk?

When they had finished breakfast, Jesus said to Simon Peter, ‘Simon son of John, do you love me more than these?’ He said to him, ‘Yes, Lord; you know that I love you.’ Jesus said to him, ‘Feed my lambs – not just those who look like you – remember those who are sick, in prison, the widowed and orphaned.’ 

A second time he said to him, ‘Simon son of John, do you love me?’ He said to him, ‘Yes, Lord; you know that I love you.’ Jesus said to him, ‘Tend my sheep. Not just the 'good' ones, remember the ones who have a tendency to stray – they need you even more some times’  

He said to him the third time, ‘Simon son of John, do you love me?’ Peter felt hurt because he said to him the third time, ‘Do you love me?’ And he said to him, ‘Lord, you know everything; you know that I love you.’ Jesus said to him, ‘Feed my sheep. I am giving you the whole world – and everyone in it, to love and to care for – just as God loves and cares for you.

Are we ready, church, to feed His sheep, tend his lambs? Even those society would call black sheep?

I pray that we are – in the name of God the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen.


Saturday, May 5, 2012

what's next for the UMC?

The General Conference of the United Methodist Church, the decision making body for the denomination I serve in, ended last night with a whimper.  No reorganization plan, even though we have heard for the past couple of years that this was desperately needed, no significant legislation around ordination, no set-aside Bishop to help facilitate the work of the Council of Bishops, we couldn't even agree to disagree on the issue of homosexuality.

I admit that I am naive when it comes to politics and especially church politics, but I had hoped for better from the Church.  But then again, it is a human construct, made up of frail human beings and I do trust that everyone there was indeed doing their best to love God and love one another.

In stunned silence I pondered last night what all of this means for the community where I live and the people I am appointed to serve alongside.  How will the level of dis-trust and anxiety that was obvious in Tampa affect us here in Iowa?  I woke up with more questions than answers.

Today is Wayne Williams funeral.  His pastor was at General Conference this past week, so I am stepping in to lead his community in the celebration of his life, death and resurrection.  These words of comfort, spoken often at the graveside, speak to me today:

In the midst of life, we are in death; from whom can we seek help? Our help is in the name of the Lord who made heaven and earth. God who raised Christ from the dead will give life to your mortal bodies also through the Spirit that dwells in you.

Therefore my heart is glad, and my soul rejoices; my body also dwells secure.  You, Lord, show me the path of life; in your presence there is fullness of joy in your right hand are pleasures forevermore.

I don't think the UMC is dead, but I do think that there is a realization that our hope does not come from the institutional church.  There are those who are unable to wait for the institution to provide the framework, and even the security, that we all crave, but instead are preparing their hearts and minds to step out in faith, to live into their call more fully.  

As the pundits unpack the events of the past two weeks, there are those who will be looking forward not to the next meeting of the General Conference (in 4 years in Portland) but to the places where the Body of Christ can make a real difference in the world.  Pray for them, pray for us all, pray for healing and for hope.

in Christ, together
Deborah