God has place this wonderful creation in our hands. As U2 sings, "It's a beautiful day, don't let it slip away." We have this one life to live on this beautiful planet so enjoy these reflections on God, faith, life, and music. "After the flood all of the colors came out. It's a beautiful day."

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

The Crumbling Church


Dzibilchaltun Mayan Ruins, Yucatan Mexico

How do you talk about the church that is crumbling, falling down in the world, no longer what it used to be?  This is one of the issues facing the writer of the Gospel of Mark.  In Mark 13, Jesus says in his last sermon: As he came out of the temple, one of his disciples said to him, ‘Look, Teacher, what large stones and what large buildings!’ Then Jesus asked him, ‘Do you see these great buildings? Not one stone will be left here upon another; all will be thrown down.’  The church, the temple is in crisis.

The layers of the pyramid at Dzibilchaltun
I was touring the Dzibilchaltun - Mayan ruins in Yucatan Mexico.  This is a wetland area where trees are small, vegetation runs riot and snakes are abundant.  In these northern wetlands an archeologist uncovered ruins.  As they dug below the layers of vegetation they found a life of a people, a civilization that has scattered into new locations.  This site used to be an economic, political, and religious center of the Mayan people and now it is crumbling.  In these pyramids and structures which were aligned with the stars, you don’t discover buried tombs or treasure at the center, you discover pyramids all the way down.  The layers tell how life was for the people, whether good or bad.  In good times, the stone walls are thick and solid and held together well.  In the lean years, the time of famine, war or natural disaster, the walls aren’t as thick, the binding materials are sometimes nonexistent, and the stones crumble easily.  And then the building stopped.  There were no more layers.
The Catholic Ruins Dzibilchantun
At this site there is a visible sign of why the building stopped.  In the midst of the ruins is a crumbling Catholic church.  There in the center is a structure, also falling down, of what changed and transformed this Mayan people.  The conquistadors came through and said your beliefs, practices and culture need to change.  We need your gold and resources, your labor and even your beliefs.  They demanded that the Mayan give up their Gods and worship the Christian God.  Yet even there, a place where the oppressors ruled, the church was transformed.  The conquerors came to bring the truth, to subdue the people.  Yet they were now as crumbled as the older ruins. 
The Catholic Ruins Dzibilchantun
As our guide talked about this site, he shared how at home with his wife they speak a version of Mayan/Spanish.  He shared that even today as the people practice Catholicism; they still have Mayan traditions that were incorporated into their life of faith.  I wish I could remember what he said those traditions were.  But what struck me was how this tour was reflecting what we had been talking about in my continuing education.  We had been discussing how Mark was written in a time when the temple had been destroyed.  For Mark, the religion that he had known was disappearing and being rewritten.  Mark was trying to speak to the lost children of Israel about a new way of relating to God.  For Mark, the gospel is about transformation.  On hearing the story, will you turn to God and believe the Good News?  Will you hear of this Messiah and allow him to enter your life and transform it? 
The spring at Dzibilchantun
So the temple is crumbling again.  More than 50% of the people in any given community do not attend church.  They may be spiritual but not religious. They may be agnostic believing in something, but not sure what.  They may love what they have heard about Jesus and hate what they have heard about the church.  And the churches themselves are in decline.  Numbers are shrinking, buildings are crumbling. 
Is the church willing to take a leap of faith to write a new word?  Will the church share the Gospel in a new way in which both the churched and their unchurched neighbors are transformed and neither is the same?
Gulf of Mexico
What does it mean to speak a new word in a new world?  Will we allow those outside the church help us to transform the church?  Will we allow ourselves to experience the return to Galilee we are called to in Mark’s resurrection story?  “Do not be alarmed; you are looking for Jesus of Nazareth, who was crucified.  He has been raised; he is not here… go and tell the disciples and Peter that he is going ahead of you to Galilee; there you will see him, just as he told you” (Mark 16:6-7).  To Galilee where people are healed, fed, freed.  Where even the deaf can hear and the blind can see.  Where those who are lost can find others who are lost.
Come Jesus as you go before us, may we catch a glimpse of Your Kingdom.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Overflowing Words


Overflow XI, 2008, Jaume Plensa, NOMA

When I was in New Orleans a couple of weeks ago, I visited the Besthoff Sculpture Garden located in City Park.  One of my favorite pieces is of a person hugging his knees.  He is made up entirely of letters that flow down and away from the sitting body.  The statue is translucent and solid at the same time.  The statue is Overflow XI, 2008 by Jaume Plensa, Spanish.  I love the flow of letters and the way light and air move through the sitting body.  When I first saw this being a pastor I said, “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” 

But as I have watched this image appear on my scrolling photos gadget, I stop every time.  There is something about the work that moves me.  I think because words have always been an important part of my identity.  I like expressing my thoughts and feelings through words, so the image of a person made up of letters that stream off them appeals to me.  The words and letters, through their flow, help to show the body and at the same time going beyond the body to the world. 

Plensa in speaking of his works has expressed  “his belief that our life experiences leave indelible yet invisible marks on us which can be read by those who know us best.'' (Yorkshire Sculpture Park).  He added during an interview last year: “letters and words became my materials now… the association of the letters like body cells can create words in more complex organisms; and the words between them can form a text that, gathered with others, can write a culture.”(NOMA, Educators Guide).  Plensa has allowed the letters, the words to give shape and form to thought and figure.    I like how the letters flow off of us.  The letters give shape and form, and those who know us can read these words. 

Today the scripture that spoke to me while looking at this work was Psalm 19

1 The heavens are telling the glory of God; and the firmament proclaims his handiwork. 2 Day to day pours forth speech, and night to night declares knowledge. 3 There is no speech, nor are there words; their voice is not heard; 4 yet their voice goes out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world. …The law of the Lord is perfect, reviving the soul; the decrees of the Lord are sure, making wise the simple; 8 the precepts of the Lord are right, rejoicing the heart; the commandment of the Lord is clear, enlightening the eyes; 9 the fear of the Lord is pure, enduring forever; the ordinances of the Lord are true and righteous altogether. … 14 Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable to you, O Lord, my rock and my redeemer.

The words we speak and help form our being whether expressed or not shape both ourselves and our communal life.  The words I find in scripture I hope overflow into my life, impacting how I interact with people and how I interact with the world.  The words are life giving, mostly.  They help me in whatever mood to move beyond myself and into the Kingdom, by reviving my soul, expressing my pain and sorrow, and offer hope.

May the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be acceptable to you. 

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Be Opened



Dzibilchaltun - Mayan ruins in Yucatan Mexico

Mark 7:31-37
31 Then he returned from the region of Tyre, and went by way of Sidon towards the Sea of Galilee, in the region of the Decapolis. 32 They brought to him a deaf man who had an impediment in his speech; and they begged him to lay his hand on him. 33 He took him aside in private, away from the crowd, and put his fingers into his ears, and he spat and touched his tongue. 34 Then looking up to heaven, he sighed and said to him, "Ephphatha," that is, "Be opened." 35 And immediately his ears were opened, his tongue was released, and he spoke plainly. 36 Then Jesus ordered them to tell no one; but the more he ordered them, the more zealously they proclaimed it. 37 They were astounded beyond measure, saying, "He has done everything well; he even makes the deaf to hear and the mute to speak."

Where are you closed?
Be Opened.

Dzibilchaltun - Mayan ruins in Yucatan Mexico

Has there been too much bad news, too many bad stories, have you stopped hearing?
Be Opened.
Is your child ill, hungry, hurting, are you longing for just a moment of hope, a time of wholeness.
Be Opened.  
Do you wonder if it really matters what you say to God, to the preacher?  Could it possibly make any difference?
Be Opened. 
Have you taken into yourself things you know can harm you …

Be Opened.
Jesus touches you … sighs deep in his soul…  and says …
Be Opened.

Dzibilchaltun - Mayan ruins in Yucatan Mexico

Be Opened
Be Opened
Be Opened








Be Opened

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Promises to God - Lent


Lent seems like a long way away, but as a pastor you write your February ponderings in January.  

I have never been very good with making New Year’s Resolutions, even before I became a pastor.  There was something about making a promise to myself to change what was wrong with me … lose weight, eat well, exercise more … that just wouldn’t stick.  I would be lucky if I made it through the first week.  I could make the resolution and before the day is done I could break it.  This places me in good company, for one of the pieces of chatter during the Rose parade was how long will you keep your New Year’s resolution and the answer was that most people had already broken it.  It is a Holiday after all and how can you eat better when you have snacks for the game and a meal with family occurring.  So lately I don’t even bother making a resolution.  I know myself and know that when it is cold I am not going to go for a long walk, especially if there is snow or ice on the ground. 
But something changes for me when Lent arrives.  This time seems the right time for making promises, for making changes.  During Lent I have found I can keep my promise, even when it involves no chocolate or fancy coffees for forty days.  Part of the reason is because the promise I am making are to God and not me.  When I know that this is about deepening my connection with God I am more accountable and more able to start again when I fail.  During Lent I remind myself, that when I have the urge for chocolate or coffee I am to stop and pray.  To stop and be still and remember that during this time, this Holy Time my hunger or thirst is a reminder that Jesus will never again eat or drink “until that day when I (Jesus) drink it new in the Kingdom of God.”(Mark 14:25)  My thirst and hunger stops me and says be open, that one day in your kingdom we will feast again together.  And then when I take the money from that craving and put it aside in my prayer box to present back to God, I am making tangible my offering.  I am setting aside this money to do the necessary work to build the kingdom, one piece at a time. 
So what promise will you make to God this Lent?  What resolution will you make?  Will you give up meat on Fridays and set the money aside to help the hungry?  Will you give up your greatest vice (coffee, chocolate, texting, TV) and use those moments when you have the urge to pray or to serve the kingdom with your labor?  May this Lent allow you a chance to draw closer to God who is already reaching for you…

Friday, January 13, 2012

Text of Terror - the Movie: The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo


Last weekend, I made a mistake, I went to see a movie based on the TV rather than  I seeing what the subject matter was.  After all it was being described as the best thriller of the year.  Since then I have had images in my head that I don’t want of sexual violence and rape.  These were scenes that were beyond graphic and made me feel like a voyeur who was unable to step in and make it stop.  Even the mystery at the heart of the movie is about the brutal murder and dismemberment and rape of women based upon biblical passages.  “The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo” would have been better titled as it Swedish title, “Men who hate Women.”  Then at least I would have thought twice about seeing this movie that was proclaimed to have a feminist  protagonist, story line, maybe in a frat boys understanding of girl superheroes. 

I wish I had read this review in the New York Times before seeing the movie, so I could have made a different choice.  “Sexual violence is a lurid thread running through “The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo,” and Mr. Fincher approaches it with queasy, teasing sensationalism. Lisbeth’s dealings with Bjurman include a vicious rape and a correspondingly brutal act of revenge, and there is something prurient and salacious about the way the initial assault is filmed. The vengeance, while graphic, is visually more circumspect.” (Tattooed Heroine Metes Out Slick, Punitive Violence, A. O. SCOTT, December 19, 2011). 

But as I experienced the film there is this movie about female revenge and outrage against violence against women that graphically depicts and exploits those acts.  I felt like I was in the middle of what Phyllis Tribble calls a text of terror, after all as part of the mystery scripture is used to describe the how and in the killers mind the why of the killing.  Text of terror are those passages and stories that we don’t want to look at because they make us uncomfortable in wondering how Scripture, the faith stories of the people of God can be so violent and horrible to women.  Trible takes us to look at the stories where chaos reigns and if women have a voice it isn’t heard.  These are the stories of Hagar, Tamar, An Unnamed Woman, and The Daughter of Jephthah.  Watching the evening news or going to the movies, we hear stories of the rejection suffered by daughters of Hagar; we encounter the bodies of raped and abused women crying out for justice; and see women sacrificed in the name of religion. 

One of the stories Trible sheds light on is in Judges 19:1-30, An Unnamed Woman. 
As they were enjoying themselves, suddenly certain men of the city, perverted men, surrounded the house and beat on the door. They spoke to the master of the house, the old man, saying, “Bring out the man who came to your house, that we may know him carnally!” But the man, the master of the house, went out to them and said to them, “No, my brethren! I beg you, do not act so wickedly! Seeing this man has come into my house, do not commit this outrage. Look, here is my virgin daughter and the man’s concubine; let me bring them out now. Humble them, and do with them as you please; but to this man do not do such a vile thing!” But the men would not heed him. So the man took his concubine and brought her out to them. And they knew her and abused her all night until morning; and when the day began to break, they let her go.  Then the woman came as the day was dawning, and fell down at the door of the man’s house where her master was, till it was light. When her master arose in the morning, and opened the doors of the house and went out to go his way, there was his concubine, fallen at the door of the house with her hands on the threshold. And he said to her, “Get up and let us be going.” But there was no answer. So the man lifted her onto the donkey; and the man got up and went to his place.  When he entered his house he took a knife, laid hold of his concubine, and divided her into twelve pieces, limb by limb, and sent her throughout all the territory of Israel.  

As Trible says "First of all, we can recognize the contemporaneity of the story.  Misogyny belongs to every age, including our own.  Violence and vengeance are not just characteristics of a distant, pre-Christian past; they infect the community of the elect to this day.  Woman as object is still captured, betrayed, raped, tortured, murdered, dismembered and scattered.  To take to heart this ancient story, then, is to confess its present reality.  The story is alive, and all is not well.  Beyond confession we must take counsel and say, “Never again.”  Yet this counsel is itself ineffectual unless we direct our hearts to that most uncompromising of all biblical commands, speaking the words not to others but to ourselves: Repent.  Repent." (Trible, Texts of Terror

Repent. Repent.  That is what I want from the Girl With the Dragon Tattoo.  I don’t want Lisbeth to be a feminist hero, I want us to repent the violence that was displayed.  I want us to say never again.  Repent.  Turn Around.  Turn Back to God.

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Jesus Story - Our Story


There is a story found in a native society describing how one tribe learned to find its way on long journeys.  These travelers navigated by singing a song as they journeyed, a song that was a roadmap by which they could remember changes in direction and key landmarks.  This song would change as the hunting ground changes with the season.  Their song charted a course for the season.  How do we chart our course?  Do we need a story to sing as we go?  One of the ways we can read the Gospel of Mark is as the song to sing that guides us through our life story and journey with God.  When we see how Jesus interacts with the lives of people he encounters, we see people’s lives being transformed and their stories changing.  The story of people being renewed and healed makes it possible to envision our renewal.
We are going to begin this New Year with Chapter 1 of the Gospel of Mark.  The story opens with “The beginning of the good news about Jesus, the anointed one, the Son of God” (Mark 1:1).  The beginning, a word we’ve heard before, at the very start: “The beginning, God created the heavens and the earth” (Genesis 1:1).  This is the new beginning, the new story that God is going to share with us.  As we enter Mark’s story we enter “a world of conflict and suspense, a world of surprising reversals and strange ironies, a world of riddle and hidden meanings, a world of subversive actions and political intrigues.  And the protagonist — Jesus — is most surprising of all” (David Rhoads, Mark as Story, 1).  To enter Mark’s story is to enter a world where you are to join the story and become a means to help bring about God’s kingdom.  This story challenges us to see the world differently and invites you to act to make the story of God real. 
We will begin Our Story - Mark’s Story with John the Baptist, preparing the way and hearing the words spoken over Jesus “you are my beloved, I delighted in choosing you.”  This leads to Jesus’ time in the wilderness. He comes out of the wilderness preaching “The right time is fulfilled, and the rule of God has arrived.  Turn around and put faith in the Good News. “Jesus then calls the first disciples, heals a man with unclean spirit, heals Simon/Peter’s mother-in-law, spends time in pray, and heals a leper.  In each of these encounters with people in the first chapter of Mark, Jesus takes the story of the Holy One of Israel and returns salvation to God’s people.  As Ched Myers says, scripture is once again the story of God’s liberating love and call to live according to it (Binding the Strong Man).
We are called to be prepared, to accept the risks that come from allowing our story to become part of God’s story.  To chart our course, we need a story that we sing as we go, will we allow that song to be Jesus’ song?  Will we sing of a life transformed by the Holy One of Israel?  As Bell teaches us come walk and sleep; come savor and sit; come eat and discover; come share and give; come close and find; come stand and loose; come leave and come welcome.  Come find that love which never ends and opens your heart wide. 
Come join me in this story,
Come with me, come wander,
Come welcome the world,
Where strangers might smile
Or where stones may be hurled;
Come leave what you cling to,
Lay down what you clutch
And find, with hands empty,
That hearts can hold much.

Sing Hey for the carpenter
Leaving his tools!
Sing Hey for the Pharisees
Leaving their rules!
Sing Hey for the fishermen
Leaving their nets!
Sing Hey for the people
Who leave their regrets!

Come walk in my company,
Come sleep by my side,
Come savor a lifestyle
With nothing to hide;
Come sit at my table
And eat with my friends,
Discovering that love
Which the world never ends.

Come share in my laughter,
Come close to my fears,
Come find yourself washed
With the kiss of my tears;
Come stand close at hand
While I suffer and die,
And find in three days
How I never will lie.

Come leave your possessions,
Come share out your treasure,
Come give and receive
Without method or measure;
Come loose every bond
That’s restraining the spirit,
Enabling the earth
To be yours to inherit.
- John L. Bell

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Christmas for the Outcasts

      A couple of weeks ago I was ringing the bell for the Salvation Army.   While I was there with my son and a girl from church, we rang with our broken bell that kept losing all its parts and watched the people go in and out of Walmart.  It's interesting to watch as people tried to avoid you at all cost.  My sons favorite was the baby block where the mother held up her baby so that it blocked us from eye contact.  What I noticed was who gave and who didn't.  I can understand not giving, if there like me I never have cash in my wallet.  But I know how much this money helps the people of our community with rent, utilities, a tank of gas or groceries.  So when someone who looks like they didn't have much managed to give you could feel the power of hope in the kettle.  
     One of may favorite Christmas songs in Father Christmas by the Kinks.  Here is someone wanting to share the spirit of Christmas who is being mugged.  Christmas is so hard that the muggers want the money for they know its the rich kids that get the toys.  This song asks us to remember those who have nothing at Christmas. 
     A state that breaks the heart of those who this week in our community met with people who had little for Christmas.  One particular girl had nothing for her baby at Christmas: crashing on the floor of friends, paying them back with money from babysitting by getting toiletries, with the father of her baby in jail for beating the baby.  She came seeking help and hope.  As she broke open the heart of those who met with her.  They tried to find the organizations that could give her a hand up.  They help her with toiletries presents for those she crashed with because one of the church's had collected tins, grabbing gifts that had been donated.  These people who gather monthly  to help those without much in our community experienced what Christmas can be about.  That a baby came into the world among the lowly and poor, a baby whose mother upon meeting the shepherds. These shepherds were rough, dirty, not even considered good enough to be counted.  Yet God's Angel's appeared to them bringing good news of peace, about a baby come to save us all.  Jesus the baby came to the outcast and marginal.  As Mary pondered in her heart the presence of these shepherd she probably heard her song again.  Her song that shares how God lifts up the lowly, is with the poor, and wants the hungry to eat.  

"My soul magnifies the Lord, 47 and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, 48 for he has looked with favor on the lowliness of his servant. Surely, from now on all generations will call me blessed; 49 for the Mighty One has done great things for me, and holy is his name. 50 His mercy is for those who fear him from generation to generation. 51 He has shown strength with his arm; he has scattered the proud in the thoughts of their hearts. 52 He has brought down the powerful from their thrones, and lifted up the lowly; 53 he has filled the hungry with good things, and sent the rich away empty. 54 He has helped his servant Israel, in remembrance of his mercy,55 according to the promise he made to our ancestors, to Abraham and to his descendants forever."  Luke 1

Have Yourself a Merry, Merry Christmas
Have yourself a really good time
But remember the Kids who got nothing
                The Kinks