Monday, March 31, 2008
Political Mini Rant
First, she is never going to quit unless she runs out of money. And I think that is what is going to make the decision.
So please, stop talking about it!!!!!
Weekend
Then yesterday afternoon I talked to Seth who is a gay man who worships with us. He told me that when he tells friends that he worships at our church, their question is: "is it open and affirming?" And he says no - but it is a safe church. What I am learning is that there are various stages of openness and acceptance.
- First, there is tolerance - which can be "love the sinner hate the sin." but we are glad you are here. As a woman minister I have experienced that with male colleagues whose theology says that only men are called to leadership in the church but they are "willing to work with me." I find it patronizing and uncomfortable.
- Another level is we are glad you are here to worship. We accept you. But we are not sure you should be in leadership - so be quiet about your sexual orientation.
- Another level is come, we accept you and you can be in leadership. That is where we are now.
- But the final (?) level is "open and affirming" which says we celebrate who you are. And then we would put a rainbow flag outside the door of the church which would signal that. For us, I think it would be great advertising and a real statement of who we are.
I believe that it would be good - and exciting - to get to that step and I am going to start exploring how we get there.
Another event of the weekend was Sunday worship and I preached on forgiveness. I think I could preach on this every week and never be done. I am constantly amazed at the folks that i meet who are carrying around either guilt or grudges that literally sap their energy. The sermons was about the disciples right after the resurrection locked in a room in fear and suddenly Jesus comes and says - "peace be with you." And then breathes the spirit and then tells the disciples that "If you forgive the sins of any, they are forgiven them; if you retain the sins of any, they are retained.” So my sermon was about the movement from prisoner to priest.
Here is a quote from it:
"This is the Gospel – that Jesus comes into our lives – we who without him are so easily imprisoned by all sorts of things
Are called to be the ones who come and bring God to free others from their prisons of unforgiveness.
Phillips Brooks wrote – We never become truly spiritual by sitting down and wishing to become so. You must undertake something so great you cannot accomplish it unaided”
Being a priest to others – bringing God’s love and grace into messy and difficult situations with sometimes hard to love people is hard."
I could tell this was something that some people needed on Sunday. I always need it.
Last thing, I took today off which has been great. I like not working on Mondays. When I take Thursdays off I am thinking too much about Sunday. Monday gives me time just to rest and
GO TO THE MOVIES - which I did. We saw "21" and I thought it was really good. Chuck did not like it. He said that if he had been alone he would have left and gone into another movie. There was a fair amount of tension about the brainy and vulnerable MIT students who were counting cards in Vegas. The acting was good, it was a good story and I liked the fact that it was true and there was a nice little twist at the end. I give it a Bplus.
It was a good weekend.
Friday, March 28, 2008
Marty on Wright
I think it is helpful in understanding the issues.
By MARTIN E. MARTY
Through the decades, the Rev. Jeremiah A. Wright Jr. has called me teacher, reminding me of the years when he earned a master's degree in theology and ministry at the University of Chicago — and friend. My wife and I and our guests have worshiped at Trinity United Church of Christ in Chicago, where he recently completed a 36-year ministry.
Images of Wright's strident sermons, and his anger at the treatment of black people in the United States, appear constantly on the Internet and cable television, part of the latest controversy in our political-campaign season. His critics call Wright anti-American. Critics of his critics charge that the clips we hear and see have been taken out of context. But it is not the context of particular sermons that the public needs, as that of Trinity church, and, above all, its pastor.
In the early 1960s, at a time when many young people were being radicalized by the Vietnam War, Wright left college and volunteered to join the United States Marine Corps. After three years as a marine, he chose to serve three more as a naval medical technician, during which time he received several White House commendations. He came to Chicago to study not long after Martin Luther King Jr.'s murder in 1968, the U.S. bombing campaign in Cambodia in 1969, and the shooting of students at Kent State University in 1970.
Wright, like the gifted cohort of his fellow black students, was not content to blend into the academic woodwork. Then the associate dean of the Divinity School, I was informally delegated to talk to the black caucus. We learned that what Wright and his peers wanted was the intense academic and practical preparation for vocations that would make a difference, whether they chose to pursue a Ph.D. or the pastorate. Chicago's Divinity School focuses on what it calls "public ministry," which includes both conventional pastoral roles and carrying the message and work of the church to the public arena. Wright has since picked up numerous honorary doctorates, and served as an adjunct faculty member at several seminaries. But after divinity school, he accepted a call to serve then-struggling Trinity.
Trinity focuses on biblical teaching and preaching. It is a church where music stuns and uplifts, a church given to hospitality and promoting physical and spiritual healing, devoted to education, active in Chicago life, and one that keeps the world church in mind, with a special accent on African Christianity. The four S's charged against Wright — segregation, separatism, sectarianism, and superiority — don't stand up, as countless visitors can attest. I wish those whose vision has been distorted by sermon clips could have experienced what we and our white guests did when we worshiped there: feeling instantly at home.
Yes, while Trinity is "unapologetically Christian," as the second clause in its motto affirms, it is also, as the other clause announces, "unashamedly black." From its beginning, the church has made strenuous efforts to help black Christians overcome the shame they had so long been conditioned to experience. That its members and pastor are, in their own term, "Africentric" should not be more offensive than that synagogues should be "Judeocentric" or that Chicago's Irish parishes be "Celtic-centric." Wright and colleagues insist that no hierarchy of races is involved. People do not leave Trinity ready to beat up on white people; they are charged to make peace.
To the 10,000 members of Trinity, Jeremiah Wright was, until just a few months ago, "Pastor Wright." Metaphorically, pastor means shepherd. Like members of all congregations, the Trinity flock welcomes strong leadership for organization, prayer, and preaching. One-on-one ministry is not easy with thousands in the flock and when the pastor has national responsibilities, but the forms of worship make each participant feel recognized. Responding to the pastoral call to stand and be honored on Mother's Day, for instance, grandmothers, single mothers, stepmothers, foster mothers, gay-and-lesbian couples, all mothers stood when we visited. Wright asked how many believed that they were alive because of the church's health fairs. The members of the large pastoral staff know many hundreds of names, while hundreds of lay people share the ministry.
Now, for the hard business: the sermons, which have been mercilessly chipped into for wearying television clips. While Wright's sermons were pastoral — my wife and I have always been awed to hear the Christian Gospel parsed for our personal lives — they were also prophetic. At the university, we used to remark, half lightheartedly, that this Jeremiah was trying to live up to his namesake, the seventh-century B.C. prophet. Though Jeremiah of old did not "curse" his people of Israel, Wright, as a biblical scholar, could point out that the prophets Hosea and Micah did. But the Book of Jeremiah, written by numbers of authors, is so full of blasts and quasi curses — what biblical scholars call "imprecatory topoi" — that New England preachers invented a sermonic form called "the jeremiad," a style revived in some Wrightian shouts.
In the end, however, Jeremiah was the prophet of hope, and that note of hope is what attracts the multiclass membership at Trinity and significant television audiences. Both Jeremiahs gave the people work to do: to advance the missions of social justice and mercy that improve the lot of the suffering. For a sample, read Jeremiah 29, where the prophet's letter to the exiles in Babylon exhorts them to settle down and "seek the peace and prosperity of the city to which I have carried you into exile." Or listen to many a Jeremiah Wright sermon.
One may properly ask whether or how Jeremiah Wright — or anyone else — experiences a prophetic call. Back when American radicals wanted to be called prophets, I heard Saul Bellow say (and, I think, later saw it in writing): "Being a prophet is nice work if you can get it, but sooner or later you have to mention God." Wright mentioned God sooner. My wife and I recall but a single overtly political pitch. Wright wanted 2,000 letters of protest sent to the Chicago mayor's office about a public-library policy. Of course, if we had gone more often, in times of profound tumult, we would have heard much more. The United Church of Christ is a denomination that has taken raps for being liberal — for example for its 50th anniversary "God is still speaking" campaign and its pledge to be open and affirming to all, including gay people. In its lineage are Jonathan Edwards and Reinhold and Richard Niebuhr, America's three most-noted theologians; the Rev. King was much at home there.
Friendship develops through many gestures and shared delights (in the Marty case, stops for sinfully rich barbecue after evening services), and people across the economic spectrum can attest to the generosity of the Wright family.
It would be unfair to Wright to gloss over his abrasive — to say the least — edges, so, in the "Nobody's Perfect" column, I'll register some criticisms. To me, Trinity's honoring of Minister Louis Farrakhan was abhorrent and indefensible, and Wright's fantasies about the U.S. government's role in spreading AIDS distracting and harmful. He, himself, is also aware of the now-standard charge by some African-American clergy who say he is a victim of cultural lag, overinfluenced by the terrible racial situation when he was formed.
Having said that, and reserving the right to offer more criticisms, I've been too impressed by the way Wright preaches the Christian Gospel to break with him. Those who were part of his ministry for years — school superintendents, nurses, legislators, teachers, laborers, the unemployed, the previously shunned and shamed, the anxious — are not going to turn their backs on their pastor and prophet.
Martin E. Marty is a professor emeritus at the University of Chicago Divinity School and a panelist for On Faith, of Washingtonpost.com. His most recent book is The Christian World: A Global History (Modern Library, 2008).
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Healing Service
So, after I ranted about the political scene, I go into a church sanctuary with a handful of people and experience on a personal level the healing presence of God.
As we came into the church, Faye said that she had a testimony. And so she told us about the fact that she just returned from the doctor's yesterday and the tumor that they had seen on an xray was now gone. Pat came with Lisa. Lisa is 29 years old and living with her parents as she is fighting breast cancer. She has been having chemo and had surgery last month. She has been attending our healing services for 4 months and we just love her. We laid hands on her and prayed and prayed for continued healing. Natalene was there. She is having back problems and we laid hands on her. A year and a half ago she had brain surgery and I believe it is a miracle that she survived that and was able to go back to work. Again, I just love her.
During this service we read scripture, listen to music and do prayers of intercession. Then we lay hands on whoever wants that. And then we do communion and say the Lord's prayer.
What I realized as I stood there last night was that everyone of us could point to healing that God has done in our lives - for me it is more in my spirit than in my body. Others may not realize how much God is healing some of the emotional pain that have carried for years.
There was a sweet sweet spirit in the room and I know it was the presence of the Lord.
I am blessed by a night like this.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Rant
I am sitting watching MSNBC again (somebody stop me!) and hearing them talking again about Rev Wright and Barak Obama and I wonder
- does anyone care where Hillary goes to church and what she hears?
- does anyone care where John McCain goes - ( I think to a Baptist church in Arizona even though he is nominally an Episcopalian)
I do know that he has been supported by Rob Parsley who is a mega preacher in Columbus who drives me crazy. Anti intellectual, anti gay, oh - I can't go on about it.
The point is that so many of these Christians can preach against women in leadership and against gays (or no - they "love them - but hate the sin") and it is all taken for granted.
But a man confronts the systems that are in this country - racism and militarism and is accused of "hate speech" and "Anti-Americanism".
And again - why is no one supporting Jeremiah Wright? I keep waiting to hear that the general minister of my church is going to make a statement. I hope so.
That's all for now.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Easter
First the good part. The good part was two worship services and a breakfast - all of which went very well. Our theme for this morning was "Joy in the Morning" and it felt pretty joyful. We actually tried to sing (and dance!) to The Lord of the Dance and it was okay. We handed out a magnet at the end with a Bible verse - John 16:22. And I thought the whole thing was nice.
At two oc clock we had out Easter lunch and it was so nice. Chuck made ham and twice baked potatoes and a delicious Greek Salad. Dawn and Jason came and she brought a delicious chocolate cake, Marnie and Todd cam e and brough our entertainment - Reagan and Addie who found eggs hidden in the house, John and Marsha came and Marsha brought crafts for the girls to do. And JOhn and Ella Mae came and brought wine and their love for the little girls. It was just nice and, of course, chaotic, but mostly just nice.
The glitch was that in between lunch and church I went to CVS and did not have my wallet. I looked at home and in the van and knew I had not taken it out of my purse during church. And so, .....canceled credit cards and my debit card. And wondered whether the worst could have happened......my wallet got stolen at church. After everyone left Chuck went to the church because he thought that if it was stolen - it might have been thrown away afterward. And amazingly enough - there it was in the lost and found. The driver's license was in there, the debit and credit cards and even two checks written out to me. The only thing missing was the cash and coins. So.....of course I feel stupid. I am always being told to watch that I keep my office open and my purse in view of anyone.
But the truth is that someone today went into my office and took my wallet and extracted the money (by the way - not much - under $20). Chuck and I started to do the wondering - who could have taken it? And it is a waste of time.
Just a disappointment and a reality - that we live and practice our faith in an imperfect world.
But I continue to trust God - and maybe I need to be more careful!!
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Reagan and Alyse
First we stayed longer at church because they were so happy playing there. They were playing a game where Reagan was the queen and Alyse was her servant and her night and her guard. No one could speak to the queeen except Alyse. They concocted a throne for her to sit on. It all seemed to work and you just picture 10 years from now as Reagan continues to rule over her subjects :)
When they came in last night they wanted to play games so we played bunco together. There are two problems with bunco - first it goes too long and second they don't like losing! This, of course is written by me - the one who has a T shirt that says "Plays Well with Others - As Long as She wins!" Anyway, we figured out how to solve this problem. They decided they were a team and cheered each other on against me. And they won - that works!
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We played Blokus for a while until they got tired of it and they just made up games together. Games like throw the coin and throw the ball and pretend queen and servant.
I put them to bed at 9:30 and told them they could whisper together but not talk loud or jump around. Alyse said she was going to sleep on the floor and Reagan was on the futon. (again a queen?) So, I am in the family room watching top chef and suddenly they are there. They have heard a noise. So I say - go back to bed and I know you will be okay. I continue watching TV and soon they are here again. So finally I say, "What do you want?" And Alyse says: "I don't want to go to bed," So, I surprised them by saying OK.....as long as you are quiet. And they were as I watched Top Chef. Finally to bed at 11 with Reagan sleeping in the middle of the bed and Alyse on the floor scrunched up.
We are going to go shopping for Easter dresses this morning. But I told Alyse that we are going to buy one for Reagan and for her if she wants. She says she doesn't but I am betting that Reagan and I can persuade her. She is so tricky sometimes. Reagan informed me that they were going to "pass" on breakfast. I said, that was okay but if the changed their minds they could have cereal, or eggs or pancakes. To which Reagan immediately said - "scrambled eggs" and Alyse said "Tomatoes!"
I woke up first and they joined me in the family room and I asked them to check on Poppy. They were out and were back in 30 seconds yelling "naked!" It turns out they should have yelled "underwear!" but still startling to them and insignificant to Poppy. One of the young men at the Monday night Bible study had a similar experience of being startled to see Poppy in his underwear. Poppy thinks nothing of it - but most of us would rather not!
Anyway, right now they are downstairs cracking hickory nuts with Poppy. I don't know why we buy them toys - when they can amuse themselves in so many other ways.
This is the joy of my life.
