Monday, July 10, 2017

Taking on and sharing the yoke.

5th Sunday after Pentecost
Zechariah 9:9-12
Psalm 145:8-14
Romans 7:15-25a
Matthew 11:16-19, 25-20

Please pray with me,
May the words of my mouth and the meditations of all of our hearts be acceptable in your sight, O God, our rock, our strength and our redeemer.  Amen. 

Come to me, all you that are weary and carrying heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.  Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.  For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light. 

I love this passage from Matthew.  It is one of the scripture passages that we often shared during compline – the prayer service at the end of the day, when I was at seminary.  It was that pleasant reminder that whatever was still weighing heavy on us, whatever was stressing us out, whatever was still taking its toll on us at 10 o’clock at night was known and shared by God. 

This passage is a gentle reminder that we cannot handle everything on our own.  But how often do we think and try to handle it on our own?  How often do we not share what is in our hearts and on our minds because we are afraid of how people will respond?  How often do we not reach in to love and support others because we are uncertain of how to do so? 

In the book, There is no Good Card for This: What to say and do when life is scary, awful and unfair to people you love, the authors, Kelsey Crowe and Emily McDowell address how important it is that we open ourselves up to one another during tough times.  They write, “Believing that you’re incapable of connecting during painful times can isolate you from life’s most connected moments.” 

Let me say that again, “believing that you’re incapable of connecting during painful times can isolate you from life’s most connected moments.”  I know, it’s hard to love others and be completely present with them, especially when you don’t know what to say to them in response to a family tragedy, job loss, life threatening illness, or broken relationship….but the truth is, when we are able to be present, even if all we say is, I’m sorry, it opens up an opportunity to grow deeper in relationship with one another and with God.  It opens up the time and space to connect, love, and support more deeply. 

And that’s the yoke that Christ is bound to us with…the yoke of love.  That yoke, connects us to Christ and to one another as we journey through this life together, navigating ups and downs, highs and lows, struggles and celebrations. 

A good friend of mine once said that the problem with loving people is that you take into your heart, not only the joys, but the sorrows and sadness, too.  But again, that’s what happens when we are yoked together with Christ and with one another.  The load becomes lighter and we work together to love, support and sometimes carry one another. 

Serving as chaplain at Bear Creek Camp last week, I had many opportunities to see the yoke of Christ present in campers and staff alike.  It was most often seen with the campers when the counselors were leading them through specific team building activities.  Ilse, a counselor with one of the junior groups of campers reflected on this in the end of camp video.  She said on Monday, her group had tried an “Infirmary Hike” which means different campers have different ailments – broken bones, blindness, or other ailments that cause them to need help as they hike a trail. 

Ilse said that on Monday, the group struggled to work together, they were focused more on their individual needs than the needs of the group and it just didn’t go well.  On Friday, they tried the Infirmary Hike again, with much different results.  The group of campers who knew each other very well at this point, had more trust in one another, listened more carefully to one another and worked much better together for the benefit of the whole group. 

So yes, it does take time….to get to know one another and to build trust…but it makes a huge difference. 

Each morning at the pre-chapel staff meeting, you could see how the 2017 summer staff were continuing to build relationships as they are yoked together for the summer.  As part of each staff meeting there is a time for shout outs, a time for any staff person to give a word of thanks or praise to another staff member. 
Most times they were words of appreciation as one person saw another spending extra time with camper in need, or stepping in to help when no one else was around. 
It was great to hear their words of support and thanks for one another.  It gave the staff the opportunity to see how sharing the burden, sharing the workload makes it lighter for everyone. 

I spent most of my week at camp with the Seniors.  It’s the oldest group of campers and during session 2, they were all female.  It was amazing to see how the dynamic changed as the week went on, because here’s the thing…this group faced some tough challenges.  On Monday morning, they conquered the high ropes course with flying colors.  As I was catching people at the end of the zipline, I could hear cheers of support and when individuals got stuck or struggled through some of the elements. 

On Monday evening, they said goodbye to one of the young women in their group, we’ll call her Tina.  Her grandmother was in the hospital and her health was failing.  Tina was picked up by her mom so she could spend time with family.  We didn’t know what the outcome would be.  We prayed for Tina and her family that night and even after knowing her for just one day, we felt her absence in our hearts and our tents.  On Tuesday morning, I did a double take as I saw Tina reunited with her group.  She joined us on the overnight and was present with us for the rest of the week. 

We were overjoyed with Tina’s return, but it was words spoken on Friday night that still tug at my heart. 
We spent time going around the group at Friday night devotions and each young woman heard positive words about their actions, personality and presence.  More than one camper commented on this Tina’s strength to come back to camp.  Tina shared with us that she knew she needed to be in a place surrounded by friends where she could have fun and not just sit at home and worry about her grandmother. 

But so many of the other girls said they are not sure if they could have made that decision.  They admired her strength, her ability to know what would be good for her, and her ability to talk to her parents about returning to camp for the week.  The depth of our conversation that night showed the yoke that encompassed us and connected us all.  We were able to hear about Tina’s worries and struggles, and we were able to share our own worries, as well as support and love with her. 

That’s the yoke, my friends….it binds us together…it doesn’t weigh us down, but rather connects, supports and helps us through the challenging times. 

Christ’s presence with us does not free us from life’s struggles and challenges, but it gives us hope and strength to work through those situations with others. 
Christ’s presence gives us the promise that we will not face tough times alone. 

This yoke is a call to action, to be present for others, as Christ is present with us. 

And now may the peace, which passes all understanding, keep our hearts and minds in Christ Jesus, and let all God’s people say, amen. 

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Sunday's Sermon

June 8, 2017
The Holy Trinity
Genesis 1:1-2:4a
Psalm 8
2 Corinthians 13:11-13
Matthew 28:16-20

Please pray with me,
May the words of my mouth and the meditations of all of our hearts be acceptable in your sight, O God, our rock, our strength and our redeemer.  Amen. 

It’s Holy Trinity Sunday, a day when we think about and are challenged by the idea of Trinity….of God…three in one…Father, Son and Holy Spirit….and what role that plays in our faith journey and our day to day lives. 

There is a story about a gentleman who rarely went to church on Easter Sunday, but always went on Trinity Sunday.  Why, you may ask.  It was because he knew that most preachers could do a passable job of the Resurrection, but always wanted to see how the preacher could explain the totally un-explainable (or incomprehensible) doctrine of the Trinity. 

However explainable or un-explainable it is….there are ways that we can see God at work in the world as God the Father, as God the Son and as God the Holy Spirit….and that may be the best way for us, this day, to see the Holy Trinity in our midst. 

So what does this text say to us today? 
As soon as we hear this command, we think…time to get going!  Time to move!  There’s no time to sit still.  You see in most translations, the main verb in the Great Commission is GO!  But in the original Greek text, the verb is translated in the participle, which means going…The main active verb in the Greek is “make disciples” or literally translated “discipline.”  Yet that doesn’t make as much sense in the English to us. 

Perhaps the most literal translation of this text comes from a contemporary translation of the New Testament called God’s Word: Today’s Bible Translation that Says What it Means It reads, “So, wherever you go, make disciples of all nations: Baptize them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.  Teach them to do everything I have commanded you.” 

There is also an interesting translation in Clarence Jordan’s Cotton Patch Bible, “As you travel, then, make students of all races and initiate them into the family of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.  Teach them to live by all that I outlined for you.”

In both of these translations, the action isn’t go or going, it’s baptizing and teaching. 

It’s fair to say that we are in the same boat as the eleven who heard this command directly from Jesus.  We, too, gather.  We, too, come some with belief and some with doubt.  And, whether we think we are prepared, knowledgeable, equipped and prepared….we are still sent. 

That’s the call.  That’s the great commission.  To be one of Jesus’ disciples and to continue to baptize, teach, invite, love and serve. 

Is this the best plan of action for the church?  I talked about what was the best plan last week, and sometimes makes you wonder, doesn’t it.  Yet after 2,000 years the church is still going, in spite of us. 

So here’s the call….the commission…the challenge….to share this belief…this faith…this seeing God at work in our own lives and seeing God at work in the world.

We understand this from our own experience. We too are called to "go" to where Jesus will meet us. We too are called to worship. We are directed to the place where we will meet the living Christ, yet one wonders why anyone would listen.

Because here’s the thing….if we don't believe what we believe strong enough to invite others into it, then I wonder how strongly we really believe it. While certainly belief in Christ is part of that, but also belief in our congregations and in our congregational ministries and activities.

Do we really believe all that we say and do? 

Think about what we believe…about what you believe.  When we say the creed, it begins with I believe…

Even Diana Prince, aka Wonder Woman, would agree, she says, “It's about what you believe.  And I believe in love.  Only love will truly save the world.”

Without any spoilers for those who have not seen Wonder Woman, there is this force, this drive that pushes Diana to live her life in care for others.  That drive for her is love.

That’s what she believes will save the world.  Her actions, both the words she speaks and the way she lives her life shows that love is at the root of her calling. 

That, too, is at the root of our calling.  The calling we received when we were baptized.  The calling we will celebrate with Eli as he is welcomed into the Body of Christ through the celebration of Holy Baptism this weekend. 

We are called to love…to care for and serve others.  To make disciples of all nations…because of what we believe.  That love will save the world. 

The great love that God has for this world, shown to us as God sent Jesus to live among us, to teach us, lead us and to die for us so that we may love others, serve others, speak out for others and share this love of God with others. 

So what does that mean, then, for us to make disciples of all nations?  To baptize, yes, but also to live our lives and show others the love God has for the whole world. 

Seeing the people that gather in this place week after week, I believe that we feel God’s transforming love in our lives.  Here we are, a group of people who under other circumstances wouldn’t probably be spending time together each week.  Yet, through the power of the Spirit, we are drawn together into one family of God. 

We gather in this place to be fed, nourished, encouraged, loved, hugged, cried with, supported …all for the sole purpose of going back into the world to tell others about how amazing this is. 

We leave this place, to live lives that show and tell others about God at work in the world. 

We leave this place to see the amazing things that god is up to in the world right now.  And we leave this place to tell others that while God is at work in the world, this is a place we can gather to talk about these experiences and support one another. 

We have been gathered in this place solely to be sent.  Back into the world to see God at work, to point out to others that God IS busy at work in the world and to tell others about it. 

As you go about your life this week, look for the answer to this question:
Where have you seen God at work in your life? 

Take time to answer this question, and to share your answer with someone, maybe with family around the dinner table, maybe with friends as you meet to grab a cup of coffee or go for a walk, maybe it’s shared with your neighbor across the street. 

See God at work.  Tell others about it. 

And now may the peace, which passes all understanding, keep our hearts and minds in Christ Jesus and let all God’s people say, amen.  

Tuesday, June 6, 2017


There have been ups and downs over the past few weeks.
I have not been blogging my weight on a weekly basis, but I have stuck to the weekly weigh-ins.

The day after Easter, Billy and I started the South Beach diet.  It is one that has worked well for both of us in the past.  We both saw a drop in weight the first two weeks, which is the strictest phase of the diet.  As we have transitioned into phase 2, we have been a little more lenient.  Hence both ups and downs with the weight.

Here are a few things we have tried to hold true:
1) Fewer carbs - in general.  Instead of carbing up three times a day, we try to have whole grain carbs once a day, if that.  I did notice that during the carb-free phase, my running felt different.  I was definitely eating enough to sustain my running and other cardio, but it just felt different.
Usually my carbs come at breakfast with oatmeal.  That carries me through a run or a bike ride with no tummy troubles.

2) Fewer sweet treats....well, except for the pie and shortcake last week thanks to in season and freshly picked strawberries.  If we are craving a snack in the afternoon or evening, we go for nuts or a piece of fruit instead of cookies, chips or pretzels.

3) Daily exercise.  Billy walks on his lunch break at work.  I am riding, running or cross-training 5-6 times a week.  And, come next week, triathlon training begins. That will kick up my fitness level a bit, in a good way.

4) More protein, veggies and whole grains (when we grain it up!) We are happy it's summer and local produce is abundantly available.  It makes varying up the egg scrambles in the morning simple and fun.  I try to have a salad with both lunch and dinner (thanks for teaching me that, mom.)

5) We log our food.  Yes, this takes time.  Yes, sometimes it can be tedious.  For me, though, it helps me stay accountable.  It helps me see the difference between actually being hungry and just wanting to eat something.  There is a difference.  If I see I have completed my caloric intake for the day, then I have a cup of herbal tea.  If I have some wiggle room, then it's nuts or popcorn or  a piece of dark chocolate.

6)...I almost forgot...we've been eating out far less.  Cooking meals at home means we know exactly what is in it.  No additives or extra preservatives.  In that way, we've been trying to not have processed foods as a go to.  It's not always the case, but I'd much prefer something I made with 5 ingredients rather than the pre-packaged item with 20+ ingredients.

We haven't mastered this yet.  But having a partner going through it, too, makes it easier.

I'll keep you posted on the next weigh-in.  My goal is to get below 150.  I've been there before and I know it's a healthy weight for me to maintain.

Thanks for reading.

Until the next post...

Monday, June 5, 2017

Pentecost Sermon - from Angels to Blitz!

June 4, 2017
Day of Pentecost
Acts 2:1-21
Psalm 104:24-34, 35b
1 Corinthians 12:3b-13
John 20:19-23

Please pray with me,
May the words of my mouth and the meditations of all of our hearts be acceptable and suitable in your sight, O God, our rock, our strength and our redeemer.  Amen. 

Kelly Fryer, has written many books and Bible Studies about what it means to be church in the world around us today.  She is a little shorter than me, and a little rounder than I am…but we have the same spunky personality.  She and I both like to tell stories when we share our faith journeys. 

One of my favorite stories that Kelly shares is an experience she had back in November 2001, when she was flying to Washington, D.C.  As you can imagine, things in the airport in the months following 9-11 were a bit stressful due to heightened security.
While Kelly arrives at the airport three hours early, she is still the last one on the plane, shuffled to the back by the bathroom as she carried her little suitcase, a guitar and a briefcase….

After squishing into her tiny back row seat, one of the flight attendants starts chatting her up, asking about the guitar, why she’s traveling to Washington, you know the normal flight attendant chit-chat.  Then he goes off to do something else…

As the plane is backing up, preparing for take-off, Kelly is in her seat, eyes closed, and trying to relax for the flight. When she hears, “Kelly.” She slowly opens up her eyes and sees the attendant crouched down next to her.

He says to her, in a soft voice, “You see that man two rows in front of you? If he does anything suspicious, let us know.” And he stands up and walks away. 

Kelly’s mind starts spinning….woah, this attendant is hyper-alert…and then woah…what if this guy actually does something suspicious!?!?!

Well, she pulls out her laptop, because it’s the heaviest thing she’s got with her, (and I guess easier to wield than a guitar) and settles in for the flight, keeping a solid eye on the guy, two rows up. 

The plane lands and she is the last one off, following this guy, where as they enter the terminal is surrounded by a huddle of D.C. police officers and FBI and hauled off in handcuffs. 

And Kelly thought to herself, “Are you kidding me? You must be kidding….I’m the best plan you’ve got??” 

And yet in that moment, she was called…and chosen to be the best plan in that situation. 

How often do we wonder if we are the best ones for the job?  We, like those apostles who were nearly knocked over the by the wind, breath and fire of the Holy Spirit are flawed, smug and confused…yet we are the very people to whom God sends the Spirit.  Because see, God just like that Pentecost, God still breaks in to do the work God is prepared to do.  And we will accomplish that work, powered by the Holy Spirit. 

And why does God do all this? 
Well, because God is not kidding. 
We are the best that God has to work with…

Sometimes I think we let ourselves get in the way of the movement of the spirit.  When the spirit blows we can have a sense of doubt or concern or uneasiness when thinking about letting go and letting God.  It’s almost as if when the Spirit blows, we hold our breath.  We hold our breath, hoping the Spirit will blow right by and we can continue on our own path. 

Yet this celebration of Pentecost calls us to keep breathing.  It challenges us to keep ourselves open to the Spirit who seeks us. 

The Spirit that, in the beginning, brooded over the chaos and brought forth creation; the Spirit that drenched the community with fire and breath on the day of Pentecost: this same Spirit desires to dwell within us and among us.
Amidst the brokenness and chaos and pain that sometimes come with being in community, the Spirit searches for places to breathe in us, to transform us, to knit us together more deeply and wholly as the body of Christ, and to send us forth into the world.

The Spirit moved through the Pocono retreat last weekend.  Laughter and stories were shared, relationships were build and strengthened, songs were sung, prayers were prayed, scripture was lived out and food was eaten…lots of food was eaten.  And while there were so many moments when the Spirit was at work…here are two that I want to share. 

In the rec hall, we gathered for games and ice breakers.  The volume in that hall was overwhelming with laughter, shouting, running, laughing and singing.  But after finishing the games and the goofiness, with a verse or two of the song Sanctuary, we moved as a group of 60 people from chaos to quiet study and prayer.  We dove into a passage from Romans and shared what it meant to each of us that we cannot ever be separated from the love of God.  Those responses are on this cross.  The Spirit blew in our midst, in our living space and in our hearts to share the love God has for us. 

On Sunday morning, the spirit moved in a completely different direction…with a little music, our breakfast was rockin’.  Yes, we started of slowly…with a favorite tune…(Angel of the Morning)  and ended with this…. Ballroom Blitz 
The whole dining hall was chanting, tossing a stuffed teddy bear around the room and laughing.  The energy in that place…was amazing.  

And that was our prelude to worship.  Good times, right?

But here’s the thing…again, through the power and presence of the Holy Spirit, we were united in silliness and shenanigans and enjoying the moment.  We were united as a community who was ready to laugh and have fun together.  We were also united as a community ready to worship, ready to praise God and ready to pray.   

The Ballroom Blitz moment was the presence of the Holy Spirit. 

The Holy Spirit is not to be confused with a gentle spring breeze, it’s a full force gale! 

The Spirit will blow as God wishes and we are to go along for the ride, out of these pews and into the community, to serve the poor and needy, to share the good news of Jesus Christ, to proclaim the good news about a God that loves us unconditionally. 

The Spirit will move us and shake us.  It will comfort us when we are scared or frightened, as it did when Jesus breathed on his disciples in that locked room. 

When we are situated and comfortable, the Spirit will move and shake us into areas outside our comfort zone. 

The Spirit will comfort the terrified, and terrify the comforted. 

As the Spirit moves and shakes us, we give thanks to God that we are always being moved in ways for our faith to grow and for Jesus’ good news to be shared with all. 

So with the wind of the Spirit at our backs, may we be strengthened at this meal, and blown out of here to serve God within our community. 

And now may the peace, which passes all understanding, keep our hearts and minds in Christ Jesus and let all God’s people say, amen. 

Wednesday, May 31, 2017


Two posts in a day?  Sure, why not.  I feel like sometimes I forget this blog is here.  Then I remember to post a sermon, or my weight, or the focus for this month or next.  

For the month of May I focused on a project.  Sadly, that project has not yet reached completion, but there's still time.  I will not post pictures of this project until it has been completed, wrapped and opened by its intended recipient.  But eventually pictures will go up and in the meantime, I will work on it a bit each day until it's done.  

An additional focus I picket up in April and continued through May was to write a note a day for the season of Easter.  I often take on a practice in Lent or Advent...but Easter morning at the sunrise service, I was inspired by the light of a candle and the gospel message proclaimed by women that I have written a note a day this season to an amazing woman in my life.  As the women at the empty tomb first proclaimed the good news of the resurrection, I too have been inspired, led, taught and nurtured by women who have proclaimed the good news of Christ through word and deed.  

It has been a joy to write a not to a different woman each day.  No doubt, there are more than 50 amazing women in my life, but this is a start.  As I have written these notes, I have held these women in prayer and given thanks to God for their presence in my life. I have to say, it will be strange to not write a note on Sunday.  It's been a holy experience to reach out to different women, to thank them for their friendship and to let them know how they impact my life.  As the season of Easter winds down, I am thankful I stumbled upon this practice.  I should probably thank the Spirit for the inspiration of this practice.  

As June begins tomorrow, it's time to shift my focus.  Yes, I will still be working on May's focus, but I will also turn my attention to finding joy each day.  As much as I wish I could fit more of all sorts of things into each of my days I know I cannot do all things all days, but I know I can do different things  every day that bring me joy.  I may not have time in one day to read, work on a project, play my ukulele, garden, cook, run, bike, have impromptu dance parties, and spend time with friends.  But I do have time each day to do at least one of those things.  At the end of my days, I find myself scrolling Facebook or starting at the TV.  While those are okay things for me, especially as a way to wind down after a full day, I also really enjoy reading and playing my ukulele (and those calluses don't built themselves).  

I will intentionally take time each day to find time and space to do something that brings me joy. Borrowing from my friend, Ing, if pictures are part of this month they will be accompanied with #joywins.  

Because for me, going through things we cannot comprehend, facing situations we cannot understand, and experiencing tragedies are not the only experiences we encounter.  Yes, in the midst of the tough times, we lean on the cross of Christ, because there is no other place to go.  We look for God with us in the muck and mire and we reach out our hands to help others through to the other side. Yet, when you wake up and feel good and know that the day will be a good day, then I chose to seek out joy, to fill my time and space with bouncy music, and activities that feed my heart and soul.  I get that each day will bring something new.  
I get that a day that starts out good may not end that way a day that starts poorly may not stay that way, but I will just see where each day takes me.  I will seek out joy.  I will do things that I know bring joy to me or joy to others.  I will build relationships, I will share light and love.  I will care for others.  I will hold hands.  I will be a place for people to lean.  I will be open to the Spirit in my body and life and reach outward to others to show and share the joy that I find.  

Here's to a joyful June.  

Until the next post...

Prayer and Healing Homily

Psalm 103

Please pray with me,
May the words of my mouth and the meditations of all of our hearts be acceptable in your sight, O God, our rock, our strength and our redeemer.  Amen. 

When we are surrounded by joy, when we have passed through the trials and tribulations and are on the other side, when we feel the loving presence of God and joy found in a community of faith, we are able to express gratitude and thanksgiving. 

Surrounded by 45 youth and 17 adults in the Poconos this past weekend, it was hard not to give thanks to God.  You knew God was there.  In the laughter, in the new relationships being developed, in the abundance of food and fellowship, in the crazy, chaotic moments of meals and games and in the still, quiet moments of prayer and worship.  In all of that, you felt God’s presence, you knew God was in our midst, and we thanked God for all of it. 

Fueled by an energetic and exhausting weekend, it is hard not to come home filled with God’s love, grace, passion and care for those around us.  It’s one of those mountain top experiences…where youth and adults were able to unplug, connect to God and to one another, to build trust, deepen relationships, have fun, be true to themselves and others and be fed with food and faith and love. 

Sometimes it’s easy to come home from an experience like this, because all we want to do (in addition to shower and nap) is praise God!  We want to shout out to the Lord and give thanks to God for all that God has done for us.

That is what happens in Psalm 103.  You can hear it from the very beginning...Bless the Lord, O my soul, and all that is within me, bless his holy name…
This is a psalm of thanksgiving.  It’s a psalm that gives thanks to God for all God has done. 

Hermann Gunkel, a theologian with a focus on studying the psalms, writes this about psalms of thanksgiving, “A person is saved out of great distress … and now with grateful heart he [sic] brings a thank offering to Yahweh; it was customary that at a certain point in the sacred ceremony he would offer a song in which he expresses his thanks.” 

Throughout this Psalm, we see and hear examples of how God has been with God’s people and in what ways God’s presence was seen, felt and experienced. 

From the specifics of healing diseases and redeeming our lives from the Pit, to crowning us with steadfast love and mercy, to making his ways known to Moses and the people of Israel, we know that the Lord is merciful and gracious, slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love. 

The words mercy and merciful have a specific meaning in the Hebrew, the root of the word, raham means womb. 

God’s compassion, God’s mercy, has the connection to womb love, the love a mother has for her yet to be born child, while the child is still in the womb….the child is not yet born, but a mother already knows and loves that child. 

That is at the heart of God’s love and compassion and mercy for each one of us.  It’s a love built on being connected to one another in a deep relationship. It’s a love that cannot be stopped or interrupted.  It’s a life-long love, which for God is a love that lasts an eternity. 

This is the love, to which we cling when tragedy strikes. 
This is the mercy on which we lean, when we cannot grasp why things happen in our world. 

When dealing with broken relationships, sickness, hate, illness, unemployment, sin that infiltrates our world, and death it is not always easy to praise God for all that God has done.  In the midst of things we cannot understand, our vision can become clouded, our path can seem uncertain, our decisions become more difficult to make. 

Yet, it is most important to remember that in the middle of these tragic and heartbreaking moments, this relationship that God has with us….is never ending. 

The steadfast love of the Lord is from everlasting to everlasting…it does not end. 

When we cannot see to the other side of the struggle, pain or illness…we must look for God right next to us.  It may be the friend who lets us cry on their shoulder, it may be the warm pot of soup delivered to our home, it may be the phone call, note or email we receive from a distant friend, it may be the simple gift of receiving this bread and wine…knowing that we are not alone. 

Each of us has been reminded of God’s unending love and mercy in our lives in this place, through this community of faith, through God’s word in action and through the body and blood of Jesus Christ.  Strengthened through this experience, by feeling, seeing, and tasting God’s love, we continue to lead and love others through the challenging times. 

God’s healing may not come in the way we hope it will, like the results of a cancer-free scan or a reconciled marriage….but God’s healing does come and does happen and it can be seen in the compassion and care we share with others as they face situations they did not expect. 

God’s love, grace and mercy flows through all that we say and do for others. 

I pray that as we come to this place for healing, we are made whole in God’s eyes to reach out with a healing, comforting and caring touch to others. 

And now may the peace, which passes all understanding, keep our hearts and minds in Christ Jesus and let all God’s people say amen. 

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Palm Sunday Sermon

Matthew 21:1-11
Isaiah 50:4-9a
Psalm 31:9-16
Philippians 2:5-11

Please pray with me,
May the words of my  mouth and the meditations of all of our hearts be acceptable in your sight, O God, our rock, our strength and our redeemer.  Amen.  

There are moments that the words don’t reach,
There is suffering too terrible to name.
You hold your child as tight as you can
And push away the unimaginable.
The moments when you’re in so deep
It feels easier to just swim down
The Hamiltons move uptown
And learn to live with the unimaginable…

These are the opening lyrics to the song It's Quiet Uptown from the musical Hamilton. 

In this song, we hear the voices of Alexander Hamilton and his wife Eliza as they recoil in grief at the death of their son who has just died in a duel.  While they struggle to move forward, they are also repairing a broken marriage after Alexander’s affair became public. 

The entire life situation for the Hamilton family is unimaginable. 

A situation no family would want to find themselves in….and so they push away the unimaginable. 

Throughout this Lenten season, we have been guided by the theme: Unimaginable: I am a beloved child of God.  We have leaned on the word unimaginable.  We have heard this word as a good thing.  That what is unimaginable is the amazing love and grace of God.  Yet, the unimaginable things we face each day, are maybe not so good.  And those things we tend to push away.  Pastor Bill touched upon this on Wednesday night. 

Because the unimaginable is too often bad news like death, illness, broken relationships, lost jobs, and violence in our world, and we would rather just push it away…we struggle to live with the unimaginable.

Our gut reaction is to not want to hear bad news, or think about how broken the world is around us.  We push away the unimaginable. 

Yet the unimaginable we need to cling to…comes into our sanctuary week after week.   And this week, this unimaginable love comes in with pomp and palms and shouts of Hosanna!  We are crying out for a savior, just as the people of Jesus’ time did. 

Save us!  Hosanna! 

Yet this savior knows what will happen next and enters in pomp to shouts of acclamation…but still walks a road that is unimaginable. 

There is nothing about Jesus -- his entry into the city, his confrontation with authority, his brutal and lonely death -- that would inspire anyone to devotion.  Think even about his mode of transportation, he’s not riding a stallion…or a camel for that matter…but a donkey.  He comes not in power but in weakness, not in might but vulnerability, not in judgment but in mercy, not in vengeance but in love. Nothing about him conforms to the expectations of a world that has come to believe above all things that might makes right or, at the very least, that might wins.

Yet he rides in…like a king…just not the kind of king they were expecting.
Those of us who shout hosanna today know the end of the story.  We know Jesus is not the king the people were expecting.  We know the passion story that unfolds from this day, one that had been hinted about throughout Jesus’ life and ministry.  We know about the last supper, the death on the cross and being placed in the tomb and how that is not the end of the story. 

It’s interesting, isn’t it, that we, too, lift our palms and shout as they did for Jesus’ entry?

Perhaps one of the reasons we do, is because we, too, still seek a king.  As sinful beings, we still cry out for help, healing, wholeness, for justice and peace in our community, nation and world today.  We want someone here and now to flip this world upside down and change it for us….to meet our needs and desires here and now. 

We want our lives to be all resurrection and no cross.  (Jung)

Because that would push away the unimaginable. 

We want that superhero savior…to swoop in and take away the hurting, the pain, the suffering, the unjust and scary violence in our communities, the struggles we have in our relationships, life threatening illnesses….take it all away.  Please, save us! 

And we have a God who does save us…but in a way that is unimaginable

God doesn’t swoop in and pull us out of the trials and tribulations of this life, but joins right alongside of us for the journey.  Sitting next to us as we mourn, sitting with us as we cry, being present for the hugs of joy and the laughter that we share. 

Let's not miss God’s presence in these unexpected places….

As we shout Hosanna, wave our palm branches in the air and join with the crowd as they gathered around Jesus as he entered Jerusalem, let us see God in all of this.

Let us see that this is just the beginning, that by joining in today, we are a part of a larger passion play. 

We know that next comes remembering the last supper that Jesus celebrated with his disciples.

We know that that night will be followed by Jesus’ death on a cross…

And we know, ultimately, that this week…this Holy Week, will end in the joy and wonder at an empty tomb.  And while it’s so tempting to jump from the hosannas of today to the alleluias next week, today is an invitation to journey through this week together: to remember the events of Jesus’ last week. 

It may sound like I’m trying to get you to come to church more this week, or should I say inviting you to come to church more this week. 

No matter how you say it, that is what I’m doing, inviting you to come back to church this week again, and again. 

Because within this community of faith, we are all facing struggles and hardships, joys and celebrations….and how the heck could we get through all of that without God’s love and grace in our lives seen in this place and embodied through the people of this faith community?   

Are you with me?  We live in a world where we fear the diagnosis of cancer, where violence in our world seems to be in the news every week, where we are more and more busy every day that face to face communication is less and less….the list could (and does) go on and on. 

So, I’m dead serious….how could we get through all of that *stuff* without God’s love and grace in our lives that we see in this place and embodied through the people of this faith community?

What happens in this place, week after week is an expression of hope for change….just like Jesus’ entry into Jerusalem: an expression of hope for change. 

There are moments that the words don’t reach
There is a grace too powerful to name
We push away what we can never understand
We push away the unimaginable….

Forgiveness.  Can you imagine?
Forgiveness.  Can you imagine? 

The unimaginable that comes into the Hamilton family is the grace and forgiveness that Eliza extends to Alexander, as she reaches out to hold his hand as they walk through the unimaginable together. 

There are moments that the words don’t reach
There is a grace too powerful to name. 

That grace is unimaginable. 
It embraces us, transforms our hearts and our souls to see beyond ourselves, to see how God is at work in our lives and in the life of this community and world. 

Let that grace and love and forgiveness into your hearts and lives and homes. 
Let that grace and love and forgiveness be shared with those around you through words of forgiveness, and signs of love and grace with those in need. 

And may the peace, which passes all understanding, keep our hearts and minds in Christ Jesus and let all God’s people say, amen.

Saturday, April 1, 2017

160 (no foolin')

Thinking about my word for the year...'focus' and I can't believe we're already into April.  

Where did the first 3 months of the year go?  

As I posted a few days ago, I will be focusing this month on rest and recovery.  

I am excited that looking at the last month and my weigh-ins using My Fitness Pal.  I lost 4 pounds in March.  I'm pumped! I have more weight to lose, but I am happy that the numbers are going down.  

I will say that since this month has the focus of rest and recovery I wonder how numbers will look on the scale week after week.  Yesterday I went to the gym and did upper body strength training.  
I will hit the gym twice next week for two days of more upper body work.  

Friday will be day 10 of active resting for me.  
I know, active resting sounds funny...but I am purposely not doing cardio for 10 days and taking it as easy as I can during the day.  

Here I am at the end of day 4 of 10.  I've had some aches each day, but none as bad as Tuesday.  I've been icing in the evenings and taking ibuprofen when I feel my shin ache.  At this point the pain has not gotten worse (a good sign) but also hasn't completely gone away.  

As the days of rest and recovery continue I'm looking forward to a month with reading, some coloring and maybe some sit down projects.  Today I tackled my sock drawer and with some sorting and some tossing...the drawer closes again!  Hooray!  

Oh...and I've also been getting 8+ hours a sleep a night and I think that has made the most difference.  

I think this month will be good, not just for my body, but my mind and soul as well.  

Until the next post.  

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Painful post...

Author's note:  This post is not seeking medical advice or pity party invitations, it's a space to vent, share, and help me process.  

Well, tomorrow is a weigh in day and I'll get there sometime tomorrow, but in the meantime, there is a shift in exercising.  I've had some pain in my shin lately...and it doesn't seem to be going away.   I was hopeful that it was shin splints, but it may be a stress fracture.  Ugh.  (This is a self-diagnosis, by the way.)  

My first step (no pun intended) is to rest.  I went to the gym today and tried to go easy, just a little bit of stationary biking and some elliptical, but I need a full break.  I will hit the gym in a few days for upper body strength training, but no cardio.  

I will be shifting my focus for the end of this month on rest and recovery.  I will still be tracking my food and watching what I eat.  I will be getting 8+ hours a sleep a night to help with healing and recovery.  

I will refocus how I would have spent my working out time with other restful activities, such as reading, playing ukulele and maybe learning how to crochet?  Who knows.  I do know that they will be activities that bring me joy and allow me to sit (and perhaps allow a purring cat to sit on my lap, as well.)

I need to remember a few things.  

1) I stopped running for three months when I hurt my achilles tendon.  (If need be....I know that I could do that again.  I don't want to think about not running for that long, but I have the ability to rest and heal, even if it bums be out.) 

2) Rest is really the only way to heal.  I can't run through this nor should I.  I know I can work some cardio back in at some point, but no need to in the immediate future.  

3) In the past I was able to watch my weight while not exercising and while it's not my go to method, I can continue to watch what I eat and keep track of what I eat. 

4) I will give myself some time to be upset about this setback...which may or may not include a glass of wine paired with some peanut butter Oreos, but then I will refocus and move on.  I can't change the fact that I have some sort of injury, but I can do the best for my body and spirit as a new day begins tomorrow.  

Thanks for listening, friends.  

Friday, March 24, 2017


I weighed in on Wednesday at 160.4.  

I'm up a bit from last week, but not by much and I'm still finding my groove.  
I had lost a good amount in the first few weeks and am not surprised that there was a change this past week.  Part of that, no doubt, had to do with delicious celebrations of St. Patty's many Reubens.  :)  

I'm drooling just thinking about them.  

But I'm still working out on a daily basis and logging my food. On days that I run, I have been stretching more than I used to and have been doing a 10 minute strength/cool down routine.  I also plan on adding some simple body strength exercises after each working.  I'm thinking squats, burpees, and planks.  I'll keep you posted as to how this goes.  

I don't have much else to post today...just the numbers to keep myself accountable.  

Until next week.  

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Meeting Jesus at the well? Unimaginable!

March 19, 2017
3rd Sunday in Lent

Exodus 17:1-7
Psalm 95
Romans 5:1-11
John 4:5-42

Please pray with me,
Lord God, you kept Abraham and Sarah in safety throughout the days of their pilgrimage, you led the children of Israel through the midst of the sea, and by a star you led the Wise Men to the infant Jesus.  Protect and guide us now in this Lenten journey, open our eyes to see and our hearts to experience the unimaginable love you have for all your children.  In Jesus’ name we pray, amen. 

The gospel of John is all about knowing Jesus.  It’s all about knowing about Jesus through stories and the opportunity to see Jesus as the light of the world in our midst.  It’s all about knowing God’s unimaginable love for us through the relationship God has with us in Jesus Christ.

This passage is deep.  Not just because it’s at the site of a well, but because of the length of conversation, the depth of conversation, and the outcome of the conversation. 

Last week we heard the interaction between Jesus and Nicodemus.  This week we are invited to come and see the interaction between Jesus and the woman at the well.  The two stories have their similarities and differences.  Nicodemus, a man, comes to Jesus under the cover of night.  The interaction at the well is with a woman, in broad daylight at noon.  Both individuals question Jesus and take a guess as to who he is and both are a bit confused. Jesus shares more about himself and Nicodemus is still uncertain and leaves the scene quietly. 

The woman, on the other hand begins to wonder, he can’t be the messiah, can he?  And she runs into town, leaving her water jug behind and tells everyone, “Come and see!” 

Too often when this passage is heard, we get caught up in why the woman was at the well at that time of day.  Noontime would not have been the time to get water from the well.  And when Jesus says to her, “you have had five husbands, and the one you have now is not your husband.” Imagine, just imagine, Jesus speaking pure truth to you.  As he talks with this woman, he tells her that he knows her and her history.  It does not come off with a tone of judgment, but rather as understanding and just knowing. 

While we do not know the woman’s history, think about a person in our day in age who may have been married 5 times….and who knows why those marriages may have ended, death, divorce? In any event, that is 5 broken relationships, not a happy place for any man or woman to be.   So for Jesus to state this truth back to her is, for me, the deepest part of this passage.  It’s the moment when Jesus looks at her, sees her for who she is, and loves her in spite of who she is. 

That, my friends, is unimaginable. 

Her response, too, comes as a surprise.  She leaves the well, to tell others, to “come and see!”  It’s a deep awakening of faith and she cannot keep it to herself.  It’s one of those moments that can only be described at a God moment.  In that moment…her heart is transformed because of God’s love for her.  (Oh to have a moment like that…on that we can only shout about.)

It’s not a moment of confession and forgiveness, it’s a moment where God’s love breaks in and wins the day.  It’s a moment where a woman, is seen for exactly who she is and is loved anyway. 

Each week as we gather in this place, we begin with words of confession and forgiveness. I know, I just said that the meeting at the well was not a moment of confession and forgiveness, but for us, that is a time each week when we are about to see ourselves for who we are...children of God, simultaneously sinner and saint, created in God’s image, imperfect, nonetheless.  When we are able to see ourselves as who we truly are, we become aware, if just for a brief moment, how Jesus sees us. 

Jesus sees us and knows us: our past mistakes, our imperfections, the times we have been hurt and the times we have hurt others.  The times we have been ignored and the times we have ignored others.  In those moments, when we are at our weakest, when we Jesus can see us for who we really are that Jesus says, “I love you.” 

It’s unimaginable. 

The love God has for each and every one of us reaches farther than we can comprehend, deeper than we can fathom and encompasses all of God’s creation. 

It’s unimaginable. 

It’s a love that wants us to be the best that we can.  It’s a love that a parent has for a child, a love that never runs out.  It’s a love God has for us because God is in relationship with us through Jesus Christ, and wants the very best for us each and every day of our lives. 

It’s hard to put into words, hard to comprehend, it’s unimaginable. 

Let us pray,
Good and gracious God, You want for us only good things and yet sometimes we have a hard time accepting your gifts and being the people you have created us and call us to be.  Help us to let go of those things that hold us back, remind us of your unfailing love, your unimaginable acts of love and grace and create in us the hope and courage to accept that love, share it with others and live into the future you have created. and may the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, keep our hearts and minds in Christ Jesus and let all God’s people say, amen.