Happiness is not a matter of intensity
but of balance, order, rhythm and harmony.
-- Thomas Merton

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Bible Presentation Sunday

Sunday, March 6, is our Bible Presentation Sunday. Three children in our church will receive Bibles and will share with us a scripture they have chosen. Then they will have chances on subsequent Sundays to read to the congregation during worship. But that is not the most important reason we give them a Bible. We give them a Bible because we want them to take it home and read it there. Otherwise we would just let them read from Bibles we keep at the church.

Sometimes people ask me if we really should teach our children the stories in the Bible. Do we want our children to believe that Jonah was swallowed by a real whale or that God first created just two humans in a garden or Joshua brought down the walls of Jericho with a trumpet blast? I always think it is such a fascinating question since people tell their children the stories of Red Riding Hood or Cinderella or the Three Little Pigs with little or no worry. I doubt parents start out those stories with a disclaimer like: "I want to make sure you understand that this story didn't really happen."

Through these ancient stories we are telling our children stories of promise, human deliverance, divine forgiveness, love and transformation. As our children grow we need to make sure we are explaining to them the difference between the truth in a Bible story and the truth of a Bible story. We don't want them to worship the Bible. We want them to worship God.

The scripture for this coming Sunday is from Deuteronomy 6:
Hear, O Israel! The Lord is our God, the Lord alone. You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your might. Keep the words that I am commanding you today in your heart. Recite them to your children and talk about them when you are at home and when you are away, when you lie down and when you rise.

When we give our children their own Bible, we want them to take it home and read it. Then we want them to ask all kinds of questions of their parents so that they will know that serious questions of faith aren't reserved for church only.


Monday, February 21, 2011

The Unequal Democracy


Bryan and I went to Long Beach today for the Progressive Christians Uniting annual gathering. It began with a panel consisting of John Cobb, Mary Ellen Killsby and George Regas responding to the theme: Going Public with Our Faith...Shaping a Faithful Response to Rising Inequality and Unresponsive Government in the 21st Century. I learned quite a bit about the unequal democracy in which we live. Since 1979 the pretax income of the poorest in our society has risen an average of 1.3% per year. The pretax income of the middle class has risen less than 1% per year. The pretax income of the richest has risen 200% a year. We were encouraged, as the church, to reclaim he common good as our job.

I am a brand new board member of PCU so I was asked to welcome people as they arrived for the cocktail reception afterward. As I made my way to the church's social hall I passed the Senior Minister's office. This was the sign on his door:

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Visiting Hollywood UMC


One of the incredible things about my sabbatical was the chance to visit other progressive churches. The Personnel Commission told me that a couple times a year, on Sundays I don't preach, I should continue to visit progressive churches. Today, Janet was preaching so Bryan and I headed to Hollywood United Methodist Church. I picked this church because of their decision to put up a banner in front of their church in support of marriage equality. Their first sign was vandalized with knife slashes. They simply put up a new sign. On the new sign someone cut out the word equality. On their website they put this message: Dear Vandals: You can cut the word equality out of our banner but you can't cut the message out of our church. We will always support marriage equality.

Hollywood UMC is located at the corner of Franklin Ave. and Highland Ave. Talk about an excellent location. On their website were directions to their parking lot. They had attendants to help with parking. Two young adult ushers met us on the front steps on the church and gave us bulletins. Another young adult usher opened the door into the sanctuary. The ushers wore name badges around their necks that looked like backstage passes. Bryan and I noticed that we were among the oldest persons in worship. Most of the people in the congregation looked to be in their thirties.

In the bulletin we learned that the church is active in feeding the homeless and AIDS ministries. Next week they are having a Oscar party and they will watch the Academy Awards together live. The bulletin announcements included a section about members of the congregation who had been successful in the entertainment industry. When we left worship the person in front of us told the pastor that he looked like Paul Giamatti.

The senior pastor was gone for the weekend celebrating her anniversary. The associate pastor preached with the aid of approximately five slides projected on the wall. His sermon title was a tweet and he used illustrations from Saturday Night Live and Facebook. His sermon included lyrics from a Black-Eyed Peas song. While the illustrations were young adult friendly the music was very traditional and a bit seventies. The pipe organ was often played so loud it was hard to make out the melody.

When worship was over Bryan and I were standing admiring the sanctuary and a young adult usher came over and asked us to leave quickly and quietly because some people were going to take communion. All the hospitality that had been extended to us up to that point seemed wiped out in that moment. He didn't invite us to stay for communion or to proceed out to their courtyard for fellowship. He asked us to get out quickly.

It truly helps me to visit other churches. I get to experience what it is like to be a visitor. I get to see worship with fresh eyes. I get ideas about speaking to a younger generation. I am often surprised by what I learn. Once again I learned about the importance of an attractive, up-to-date website.

After church we used yelp.com to find a good vegan restaurant. It was good and cheap. But since we paid $8 to park we decided to make use of our money. We went on another City Walk. We passed the Scientology headquarters and the Hollywood Wax museum as we read all stars on the sidewalk. The Oscars are next Sunday and already preparations are being made. The bleachers have arrived and are set up along Hollywood Blvd. We strolled along the "Awards Walk" of the Kodak Theatre. We read all the backlit panels of the past Best Picture winners.

We walked down to Grauman's Chinese Theater in search of the foot and hand prints of Kobe Bryant. We finally decided that his square hasn't yet been placed. But I did learn that Bryan and Matt Damon have the exact same shoe size. I knew they had a lot in common.


A Good Weekend


I love to watch movies. Going to the movie theater has been a common family activity for us. It is no wonder that I have a son who will graduate as a cinema major in June. He watches tons of movies and when I talk with him about movies he has looked at them from angles I never would have considered.

I used to believe I liked to watch movies because of their messages but that isn't really true. Most of my life is spent producing something. When I am at home, I am working on taxes, cooking dinner, doing laundry, etc. I can watch a movie at home but I won't fully watch it. I will be doing a crossword or baking cookies or something else that takes part of my attention.

But when I go to a movie theater and the lights go off I can only engage what is happening on the screen. It is a place of complete escape. For two hours I am unreachable and fully engaged in only one thing -- someone else's life.

For me a good weekend includes a movie in a theater and Asian food. Yesterday, after I finished getting my tax information ready for our accountant, that was my reward. We went to Arclight and then celebrated with crab wontons and lo mein. Life is good.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

All Shall Be Well

We had one of those Sundays where everything fits together. I was preaching on 1 John 4 and based my sermon on some of the words of Julian of Norwich, an anchorite from the 14th century. It just so happens that Shawn composed a song 10 years ago, using the words of Julian of Norwich. With our children, youth, adult choir and an oboe and flute we heard Julian's words, "All shall be well. All shall be well. And all manner of thing shall be well." There were 58 people up front bringing us that song. I find it hard to preach after moments like that. It felt so sacred that I just wanted to sit in it. If that wasn't enough, the bell choir brought us a beautiful rendition of "I'm Just a Poor Wayfaring Stranger." Then as a choral postlude an ensemble sang "Seasons of Love" from Rent.

I knew what the service was going to look like way ahead of time and it still awed me. When we come together across generational lines and offer our music, our voices, and our stories it is a beautiful thing. All shall be well.

Then I went out onto the courtyard and signed a letter to my representative asking him to vote for SB308 to stop the selling of ammunition magazines that allow people to shoot masses of people. One of the youth gave me a valentine she made. I joined our congregation for the Love Luncheon in the fellowship hall. I came home with leftovers. I'm looking forward to not cooking so much this week! All shall be well.

In the January 25, 2011 issue of Christian Century, Craig Barnes tells the story of preaching at the ordination of one of his seminary students who was installed as a pastor in a small, rural church. He wanted the bright seminarian to go on for a Ph.D. The student wanted to be a pastor. It was at the potluck after the service where Craig Barnes glimpsed the mystery of church. He writes:
This was a eucharistic feast...The holiness of the room was so apparent that I almost took off my shoes. No one wanted to leave---certainly not me...

I can't tell you how often I witness that holiness here. Oh sure, there are times when I feel worn out by the minutiae of church life. There are times when I wonder if I would have gone into pastoral ministry if I knew how much of my time would go to discussions about such things as the layout of the bulletin. At one of my very first board meetings as a wet-behind-the-ears pastor the agenda for the evening revolved around the hotly debated issue of whether we should get a mouse trap for the church that trapped the mouse alive or dead. Lucky for us, sometimes when we are focused on the details, the angels come down from heaven and sing, "All shall be well."

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Blogging Towards Sunday: Love and Fear


Sunday was a good day, as we celebrated the transfer of Heather's ordination. The metaphor for the day was salt. Deb Jahnke did an incredible job ofmaking the shadow box fit the theme.
This coming Sunday we are going to look at Love....how about that for an original topic. In 1 John 4:18 it says, "There is no fear in Love. Perfect love casts out all fear." We live in a culture that seems to thrive on fear. I have a child in South Korea. Not long ago the American media was conjecturing that we were about to witness WWIII, beginning with a war between North and South Korea. Every time I talked to our son in S. Korea he was oblivious of the events our media was reporting. In the United States, fear sells.

Of what are you afraid? How does it make loving difficult?

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Blogging for Sunday: Seeking Saltiness

This Sunday we are looking at Jesus' words:
You are the salt of the earth; but if salt has lost its taste, how can its saltiness be restored?
It is no longer good for anything, but is thrown out and trampled under foot.

Our bodies contain salt and without it our hearts would not beat, our blood would not flow and
our muscles would not function properly. At the time of Jesus, salt was so precious that it was used, at least in part, to pay workers. The word salary comes from the Latin salarium, a word for salt. Every year Americans use 85 million tons of salt for their food and chemical industries.

In ancient times salt was rubbed on newborn children, used to seal covenants and sprinkled on surfaces. We use it as a preservative, a seasoning or a fuel. There are so many metaphors for salt. In ancient times it was a metaphor for wisdom. We say:
  • someone is worth her salt
  • take it with a grain of salt
  • below the salt
  • it is like rubbing salt in a wound
  • salt away
  • off to the salt mine
  • They are salt of the earth people
Salt was important in ancient times and it is important today. What do you think Jesus meant when he said, "You are the salt of the earth"?