The Third Week of Advent

This week’s readings seem to have a lot to say about the meaning of “promise”. About having a long view of things. We’re always in need of hope. Present struggles. Wondering what the future holds. There are lots of “get rich quick” schemes, self-help books, and all sorts of things that offer us a promise, but how dependable is it? At what cost? Can we get there from here? They’re tempting because we want to see results now. What if real strength and serenity we seek, lie in something else?

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The Second Week of Advent

Following Christ is like feast or famine. There are times when everything is quiet and still. Times when God’s face might even be hidden from you. Those dark nights of the soul make me think of an astronaut’s space walk. Inside your thick, padded, insulated suit, it’s just a simple tether that links you to your vessel. I bet you, the gloves are so thick that you can’t even feel that simple strap. Floating in space. Not feeling your tether. Of course you’re connected, but maybe with a strange sense of being on your own.

Or there are times when it’s all too much to bear. You hand yourself over to God for His use, and lo and behold, He takes you up on the offer! Maybe you’re in learning mode, and God sees to it that you have plenty of opportunities to learn. As in right now – let’s go!

As I tried to reflect on the scriptures this week, it was a pretty rough exercise for me. I don’t know if it’s just the challenge and mystery of Advent, but it was hard to figure out what was standing out to me in these readings. Kind of like being floating in space, not really feeling anything especially concrete or grounding. But my friend Linda recently shared with me about living under the Word. Kind of abstract, but yet, I’ve been learning over these months that it’s not so much about writing something fabulous, but really about dwelling within the Word. Spending time and thought to somehow walk with the scriptures, and finding that it really affects my worship, and my thoughts over the week. Anyway, hopefully you might find something interesting here….

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My First Sermon

My friend, Pastor Jeff, invited me to share a sermon with his congregation at St. John’s, an ELCA congregation in a nearby town. This is the first time I’ve ever done anything like this. So exciting, and progressively more nervewracking as the time drew near. The deed is done – I proclaimed last Sunday, October 30. As I was posting it here and re-reading it along the way, I had plenty of thoughts of “ugh!”. But after a bit, some thoughts of “oh, I’m glad I shared that.” Overall I have good feelings about the experience. Enough so that it seems I need to explore this aspect of ministry a bit more. I don’t know that I *want* to preach, but maybe I have some gifts that are useful for it. Ultimately, it’s difficult to gauge, because unless I manage to take a class in preaching some day, there really aren’t any opportunities to explore it.

I kept myself a little calmer on Sunday morning by reminding myself over and over that it’s not me. I’m not manufacturing anything here, nor performing. I’m only offering myself for God to use as He sees fit. I’m taking the leap of faith by walking into the unknown, and that’s really all I could have hoped for – to be used by God for service. And even after doing it, I really don’t have much idea what happened. I did get some compliments, but that could be for just about anything. What sort of means of grace was I that morning? I suppose I can’t ever really know to what extent, so again, I take it on faith that things worked unto good.

Some background – Sunday was October 30, 2011, and Reformation Sunday. St. John was celebrating their Consecration Sunday as a part of their stewardship drive. So, I was the guest preacher, speaking on stewardship, and at the end of the service, they were to fill out and turn in pledge cards. The readings for the day were Jeremiah 31:31-34, Psalm 46, Romans 3:19-28, and John 8:31-36. Naturally I ended up focusing on the Old Testament reading. I need to come to terms with my Christological issues one of these days……

Anyway, here goes….

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Reflection on Visitation

Thinking about what to write for this paper has been particularly puzzling for me. I could easily regurgitate some of the surprising learnings from class discussion and the reading assignments. But, the root purpose of this paper is to reflect upon myself and my understanding of pastoral visitation. I found myself drawn back to a photocopied article on vocation that we were given in class. Peter Marty writes that “one’s calling is always grounded in the deep sense of knowing that our origin and destiny reside in God. We need to know where we’ve come from and where we’re going if we are to discover our vocation, relax into it, and plot meaningful moves.” Continue reading

Vision for Stewardship

What if we took our normal offering during worship, dumped it on the altar, and set it on fire? Wouldn’t that get an enthusiastic reaction?

The Israelites made burnt offerings to their God. They placed their offerings on an altar and burned them, letting the fire completely consume everything. But why? The only explanation seems to be that they felt the experience of sacrifice to be important. Sacrifice was an important part of their worship. They eventually realized the good of sharing those offerings with the needy, but this was just an added bonus of their sacrifices. Or what about Jacob pouring oil over a stone (Genesis 28:16-18)? Or the woman who covered Jesus’ feet with expensive ointment, instead of using the money to feed the poor? Continue reading

Confessing with a Hymn

I’m taking the diakonia class on Creeds and Confessions, taught by Pastor Marcus Felde. We’ve been asked to pick a favorite hymn and analyze the confession of faith we make with others when we sing it. And, to analyze how that hymn bespeaks my faith in Christ. I chose to reflect on ELW 796 – Will You Come and Follow Me (The Summons), with text written by John Bell and Graham Moule. The tune setting is Kelvingrove, a Scottish tune often used for the song The Shearing’s Nae for You. Continue reading

Art!

Art!

I’ve been doing counted cross-stitch since I was in high school. I guess I started because I thought it was pretty (I feel pretty right now, just typing that), and I like math and the whole grid aspect of cross-stitching. If you like geometry, you’ll like this.

I shared the 2 santa samplers with my diakonia class this morning. I gave a presentation about my calling, and I wanted to do something visual. But, I wanted to tie it together with everything else. So, I riffed. Here’s what I shared.

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My Calling

I feel like I have to start with a story. Once upon a time, there was a real worship geek. Robes, candles, chanting, leading prayers, being annoyed at any little error in the bulletin. Self-importance. Hurrying to conscript acolytes and communion assistants. Pretending to listen to the sermon while obsessing over whether to give a chalice or tray to Communion Assistant X. He loved it and thought that was ministry. It worked for a while.

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