Wednesday, April 25, 2012






I'm experimenting to see if I can put pictures on my blog easily. 
Beauty Tips for ministers had a bunch of pictures of really ugly casual jackets.  I kinda like this one.  But this is just an experiment.  I am not going to start writing about clothing.  Any time soon.

Friday, April 13, 2012

So today . . .

No, the woman with the sack of potatoes hasn't called back.   I'll let you know.  (I've been thinking I should call her.  Don't wait for her to call me.  Become the "Homer" (*oops!  I almost put someone's name on this blog*  but I stopped just in time*)   of Philo.  I'll just show up in people's lives, catching them off guard, until they surrender and join my church or beg me to leave them alone.  Or both.

So today I have to get my church professional self on and do a meeting this afternoon at another church.  Churches are full of problems.  I don't know why God puts up with us.

And when I get back I get to have a wedding rehearsal with a non-member couple who seem just really, really lovely.  I like weddings.  They are important.  They make people's lives more beautiful.  They allow God's presence to be named and I like all that.  And it helps if the couple isn't snippy. 

That's my day.  Maybe I'll mow the lawn some this morning.  That's soooooo fun.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

How I got hooked (and turned out to be a small fish for Jesus)

So the phone rings yesterday morning.
Me - "Philo Presbyterian"
Young woman's voice - Huh? I thought I dialed a church.
Me - This is Philo Presbyterian Church.
YW - Do y'all have some food you can bring me?
Me - (inward sigh) I'm sorry, but we do not have a food pantry.
YW - You don't have any food? (I can tell she's scowling)  You don't help people?
Me - No.  We are in a small town, and we are a small church and we don't have a food pantry.  Are you in Urbana?  We are in a small town a few miles out of town.
YW - I thought you were in Philo.
Me - Yes.  We are in Philo.  Are you in Philo?
YW - I'm on Philo Rd.
Me - Well, we are a small church.  I suggest you try the Daily Bread Soup Kitchen, or the Times Center . . .
YW - I can't get out.  I'm disabled.  And the man I live with is disabled.  He's sick and has to take a lot of pills and he's got no food to take the pills.   Why don't you have food?  I thought this was a church.  Why you in the phone book if you so small you don't have food?  If you don't help people? Can I speak to the pastor.
Me -  I am the pastor.  And we do help people.
YW - How you help people if you have no food?
Me - (to self:  fair question, thanks for asking)  We help people by supporting the Food Bank and Daily Bread.  But we help with other things.  Christian Education for children.  Becoming better people.  Giving clothing to local agencies.  We pray and worship God.
YW - Well we haven't had a decent meal this month.  I been to the LINK and they say I can't get a card.  They say call back next week and I been calling since Monday.
Me - Navigating social services sounds like nightmare.
YW - Yes, it is. 
Me - (losing resolve)  Well.  I'm sorry you are having such a hard time.  And I'm sorry I don't have the help you are looking for.  It must be frustrating to have to call all these people and get no help.
YW - Well, you say you pray.  Say a prayer for us.
Me - I will.  Do you mind giving me your name?
YW - (She tells me her name.  I have to ask her to spell it.)
Me - That is a very pretty name.
YW - Thank you.

Then I get her address and phone number. 
And after telling myself that it is stupid and will do no good, I put some canned goods and a loaf of bread and some butter and stuff from the pantry in a sack.  Susan Kundrat (nutritionist) is on the radio, talking about how potatoes are such a good food, so I buy a bag of potatoes at County Market and take this measly amount of food to the YM.  She doesn't look disabled.  She is quite pretty.  She invites me in and thanks me profusely and I suggest that she find a church and she asks me to pray again.  So we hold hands, standing in her living room and pray together.
I don't feel good about helping and I don't feel good about getting involved in somebody's con. 
If Jesus got me on his fishin' line, he'd reel me in, look disappointed, take me off the hook and throw me back.  I can only hope the YW will be as kind.

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Easter's Message

Easter 2012
Mark 16:1-8
April 8, 2012

We are gathered here this morning because
Love is stronger than hate,
because the Power of Life trumps the power of death,
because God’s Forgiveness never Fails.
because all the evil in the world
cannot stop God’s grace from Raining Down,
On Easter morning, we are here to remind each other, once again, the Jesus was right about everything.  And the best thing he was right about is that the story of our lives does not end in defeat and death.  We have a living Savior who invites us to journey past the emptiness and disappointed dreams and into a future with Him.

We read the Easter story from the Gospel of Mark this morning.  Mark is the shortest, most stripped down Easter story.  Some people don’t like it.  From the early days of the church, people who didn’t “get” the story tried to fix it by adding on, either longer or shorter endings to Mark.  But I love it.  It is my favorite Easter account, because it doesn’t HAVE an ending.  Let me tell you what I mean. 

In his account of the days leading up to Easter morning, Mark has carefully noted, over and over again, how what Jesus says is going to happen happens.  Jesus predicted the whole arrest, trial, torture, crucifixion . . . all of it.  Three times he said it.  And then, in the final weeks of his life, he’s told the disciples little things that show he can be trusted: That what he said is what he does.   On the day he enters the city, he tells them where to find the donkey for him to ride.  They find it.  He tells them what so the owner will release it.  They say it.  The owner releases it.  He curses a fig tree.  The fig tree withers.  He says “one of you will betray me.”  Judas betrays him.  He says the disciples will desert him.  They turn tail and run.  He tells Peter he’ll pretend not to know him.  Peter is SURE that’s wrong.  But less than 24 hours later, Peter’s denied Jesus three times.   So, just as he predicted, he’s been tortured, killed, and buried.  And you and I know what he said would happen next.   (Whisper "That on the third day he would rise again")

The morning after the Sabbath comes.  Three heartbroken women go to the tomb where their dead leader is lying.  On the way they worry how they are going to get to him - who will roll away the stone that seals the entrance to the tomb.  Then they arrive and the stone is no problem.  Already moved.  And inside the tomb, rather than a cadaver, there is a shining messenger who conveys an unexpected message - You are looking for Jesus.  He is not here.  He has been raised.  And now they are reminded - Just as he said, you will meet him where you live.  Go and tell his disciples that he has gone ahead of them and they will see him in Galilee, just as he said.  And the women go out . . .  and say nothing.  Astonished and afraid, for  . . . the book ends with an incomplete sentence.  Just as it began with one. 
  
How will the story end?

Mark is an early example of something that’s pretty popular right now - Interactive narrative. 
On internet blogs, people sometimes create stories such as murder mysteries together, as a community effort. One person writes the first chapter, another the second, and so on -- with no one knowing exactly how it's all going to turn out.

  A few years back, a movie like this was made - did anyone see Clue? Based on the board game, the film had three or four separate endings. The audience got to vote with computer keypads -- on which ending they wanted. Their choice determined how the movie would end. 


Interactivity is the principle behind all computer and video games. Players impact the story by how they choose to move through it, what they do, where they go. 


Mark's account of Jesus' resurrection is an interactive story, too. The action in the book stops.  But the story continues outside the book.  We know it isn’t over.  But who is going to tell?  Who is going to meet the Risen Christ?  Who is going to spread the word?  It is up to us!  The story can’t end here!  It has to be continued and the place where it is continued is in the lives of the READERs, the HEARERs, the BELIEVERs.  
We know that this (the last page of Mark) isn’t the end.  If this was the end, we wouldn’t be here.  We know there is more - because Jesus does what he says.  God keeps his promises and will meet the disciples, will meet disciples through the ages, will meet US. 

What surprising twists to the story will we write together with Him?

How many times in our lives will the Resurrected Lord show us, as Presbyterian Pastor Frederick Buechner has said, "The worst thing is never the last thing!"

We write the continuing story of resurrection in our lives and in our world.
This Lent the most powerful part of worship for me was hearing from members of our church family about how God has brought and is bringing new life here and now.  How our Risen Lord is meeting needs in our lives and through our lives together.   Feeding people, discovering God -given talents, recovery and reconciliation, and the love . . . that’s not too strong a word . . . the love of God’s family.  And then there were the kids, coming to Jesus in their sweet and profound understanding.    Each person who is encountering the living Christ is completing the story of Easter.  And it is a triumphant story! 
Look at the lives of God’s beloved! 
The losses of life - loss of an income, a job, a relationship, a dream - do not spell the end of the story. 
The brokenness of life - broken marriage, broken heart, broken health - do not get the last word.
Life’s missing pieces - friends no longer there, limbs no longer strong, memories no longer reliable - do not mean our lives are empty.

There is a living Lord out there who has promised to meet us where we live.  And this is a God who keeps his promises. 
There’s no ending to this Easter story.  Not yet! 
For some of us, the story is just beginning.  This morning we baptize Skye into the family of God.  Skye is 10.  Mark tells us that the Gospel life is a choose your own adventure story.  What kind of a story will she write with her life?  I can’t wait to see!  We have Jesus’ promise that it will be a story in which God has the last word  and the last word is always “love”. 
I want to tell you something about this business of adding chapters to the Gospel story:
The great composer Puccini died suddenly before he had a chance to finish his final opera, Turandot. One of his fellow composers, Franco Alfano, wrote two final scenes that completed the story. When the opera premiered at Milan's La Scala opera house in 1926, Arturo Toscanini was the conductor. Toscanini got to the place where Puccini’s score left off, and he stopped the performance. With tears in his eyes, he turned to the audience and announced, "This is where the master ends." Then he raised his baton again, said, "This is where his friends continue," and he concluded the performance.
The empty tomb is where Mark ended.    This is where we, his friends, continue. 
The Gospel story of a living, loving, victorious Christ is still being written - in our lives, in our choices, in our church.  Let it be a story we write boldly and clearly and let every line proclaim Christ is Risen!  He is Risen Indeed!

Friday, April 6, 2012

Good Friday Poem

Funeral Blues by W. H. Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,

Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,

Silence the pianos and with muffled drum

Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead

Scribbling on the sky the message ‘He is Dead’.

Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,

Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,

My working week and my Sunday rest,

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;

I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;

For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Thursday, April 5, 2012

"I was just trying to do the best I could with what I had," said the pastor. Hahahahaha!

http://news.yahoo.com/video/cincinnatiwlwt-18191085/parishioners-sue-after-pastor-sells-church-28640851.html

Department of Truth Being Stranger than Fiction

I thought for sure this was going to be a joke.  But it's not.
http://www.cbsnews.com/8301-205_162-57410087/hyenas-give-up-scavenging-for-lent/
And there is even a donkey angle to the story.  I'm in awe.