Thursday, August 23, 2012

Monthly PNCUCC Letter (8/23/12)


As many of you noticed, I haven't been writing a regular column for the last several months.  Although the intent of this blog was to switch those writings over to this format, I just didn't.  We'd had a busy spring in the conference, I needed a bit of a break from the essay format and also ended up just needing to just focus on writing prayers for awhile, too.  It was a good, and needed, switch and one that I might just do most summers.  But now, the temperatures are starting to head down a little bit; the days are just starting to get shorter; the church program year is getting ready to kick off; and I'm feeling like writing again.  So, a few check ins, first...

Overall life in the conference is good.  Most of our churches seem to have had pretty smooth summers.  Our youth and adults (including me) that went to the National Youth Event had an outstanding time (you can read more about this in the upcoming UC News).  Mark Boyd has made what, from all accounts, is a smooth transition in to the position as N-Sid-Sen Camp Manager.  Pilgrim Firs had a good summer, too.  Although we had a couple unanticipated expenses this year, our camps' financial health continues to be solid.  Several of our conference committees are working on taking a look at who they are and what they do and what might be logical next steps for their work in the conference.  Like I said, life in the conference is good.

I have started to get an increasing number of questions about what churches can and can't do, legally, during around the election cycles.  I'm not a lawyer so can't give you a legal opinion per se but every time I check in to this, I hear the same advice. 

Churches cannot participate in partisan politics without losing their tax exempt status.  That is, specifically, endorsing a particular candidate for any particular office.  Churches cannot do this, as a body, and pastors aren't supposed to do this through their sermons (and, just to be clear on this last point, this is a legal restriction - I have yet to know of a pastor in our denomination have their standing challenged for breaking this law).

Churches can, however, endorse an issue in the form of a specific opinion, law or referendum.  There is no legal obligation for a congregation to present "both sides" of any issue or remain neutral.  Recently, this question has been coming up quite a bit for Washington State churches that wish to join those that have endorsed Referendum 74 (last I heard, 10 of our churches already have).  As I understand legal opinions, this is completely and totally legal.  Some of our churches have even hosted phone banks; hosted informational sessions; put up signs of support; handed out flyers; or heard sermons that speak to their congregation's perspective.  As I understand it, this all falls within the realm of legal activity for a congregation.

That said, I know these conversation are alway easy ones in all of our congregations.  There is, of course, more than one opinion on every question.  Even in cases where there may be near unanimous congregational opinion on a particular issue, there may still be disagreement around whether or not a church should take a stand.  For some, the separation of church and state is a legal question but for others a separation between their church life and other parts of their life is personal commitment.

For those of us in the church, the question is not just what we stand for but how we make those stands.  Although the rhetoric in the coming days is going to be heated, mean and occasionally even hateful, we fail when we participate in that sort of dialogue instead of insisting on civil, compassionate and respectful dialogue (regardless of what other might say to us or about us).  The short view of all this is simply winning a particular issue.  The long view is how we faithfully remain centered, with integrity, on being the communities Christ calls us to be.  I am convinced that, ultimately, the 2nd is more important than the first and, in fact, if we focus on the 2nd we, in the long run, do more good in the world.  Just to be absolutely clear here, I'm not suggesting that we avoid issues or don't take stands.  I am suggesting we carefully consider how we have conversations with each other and with our sisters and brothers who may disagree with us (whether they are inside or outside our church communities).

"May they know we are Christians by our love" the song says.  May this be a song we remember often in the coming months.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Sit (Tuesday Prayer for 8/21/12)


Dear God:

So far, on most days, successes and failures seem
To balance
Out.

Most days.

There is that humanness/humor/humility that understands and smiles and/or winces and/or shakes its bowed head.  I walk this stable tightrope pausing only to take a deep breath or sigh (or determine if I just took a deep breath or sighed).

Most days.

There have been other times, too. 
Heights.  Heights so high... 
(Heights so high I've done anything I could not to fall.)
Lows.  Low so low... 
(Lows so low I've waited for that first shovel full of dirt to fall on my face.)

Today, however, I'm sitting by this lake for just a while.

(I wait for something to happen.  Something always does.
Always. 
I welcome the day and it welcomes me, too.

That.
Is.
Enough.)

Amen.


Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Pshaw (Tuesday prayer for 8-14-2012)


(somewhat inspired by 1 Kings 2:10-12; 3:3-14)

Dear God:

Please edit the following recipe.  At this point it's just not clear and poorly titled.

"First, turn on music (Beethoven always seems appropriate but playing anything by Blood, Sweat and Tears fills the room with delicious smells of irony [or, if sarcasm is needed, any version of "Amazing Grace"])
- Take 5 parts knowledge
- Let experience warm/cool to room temperature and, then, mix in equal amounts (equal to something that just seems right) slowly
- Add beauty and bitter to taste (neither garnish nor dust, however)
- Take one part love (know that using an artificial substitute will not work)
- Find as much fear as you can.  Crush it thoroughly.  Set it aside (do not use [frequently toxic!]).  This exercise gets you ready for the next step.
- Mix 'til thoroughly, well, mixed.  I mean really, really mix.  This might take a long time.  I mean, like years, even.
- Allow ingredients to settle and set.
...
- Then mix like crazy until you're tired of mixing like crazy.
- Allow ingredients to settle and set.
...
- Allow ingredients to settle and set.
...
- Allow ingredients to settle and set.
...
- When everything is settled and set, wait a little longer.
...
- Debate with someone you trust whether or not it's settled and set.
- At the point your both admit you don't really know if it's settled and set, it's probably settled and set.  Probably.
- Find knife shaped like the Holy Spirit. Trim off parts that seem stale.  Don't worry that the knife is imprecise.  It is accurate.
- Macramé a set of chopsticks and try to eat it.  If others are laughing at you, you're doing it right.
- Pass out spoons.  Distribute.  Keep your fingers crossed and exit the room.  Quickly. You really don't want to hear what they're about to say.

- Be happy to be done with the damn thing."

Like I said, "needs editing." This recipe makes no sense.  No sense at all.  Please correct, soon.  Noon tomorrow should be fine

Oh, and do fix the title:
"Wisdom in three easy steps."

Pshaw.
Balderdash.
Blahdityblahdityblahdityblah.
http://www.etsy.com/listing/65246579/10-inch-whisk-hanging-lamp
Amen.

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

The View From Here (Tuesday Prayer for 8/7/2012)


Dear God:

There are many good things.
Many, many good things.
There is fullness in these things and
I take it all in.
It is a feast.
I take it all in.
I become full.
These things are beautiful and
They are good;
Of all these good things;
I am full.

There are, of course, other things that
Try and elbow their way in.
They push these good things to the side and
Insist to
Overfulling.

There are these good things and these other things and
They interact and
They push and
They shove and then
They all insist.
All these things.
They insist.

Take these things;
These good things and these other things.
Take them.
Build a mountain with these good things and these others things.

I will climb that mountain
I will stand on top
I will spread open my arms
I will close my eyes
I will feel the wind
I will hear the roar of quiet
I will take a deep breath and
I will leap
Into
...
...
...

Awe.

Amen

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Tuesday Prayer for 7/3/2012: AND/OR


(Directly inspired by Mark 6:1-13)



Dear God:

Home is where your heart is.
AND/OR
Your heart is where your home is.

Presence.
AND/OR
Place.

“...among the villages teaching...”
Creative gathering and sharing gives the opportunity for creative wandering.
AND/OR
Creative wandering gives the opportunity for creative gathering and sharing.

“...take nothing for their journey...”
Those that wandered went from village to village.
AND/OR
Those living in villages welcomed in those that wandered.

“...the dust that is on your feet...
This is what needs to be shaken off.
AND/OR
This is what roots grow in.

Place.
AND/OR
Presence.

AND/OR
AND/OR

AND/OR is the road we take
AND/OR is the home we live in

Amen.




Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Tuesday Prayer for 6/12/12


(inspired by Mark 4:26-34)

Dear God:

There are days these words flow out.  I am in their way and I know it.  Prayer gets me out of the way.  

My words and your words play like dogs let loose.  They run around and yip and yap and run and dodge and chase 
and then rest 
and sleep in the sun.

But other days...



This may be wise 
but
it is 

not 

comforting.



I listen with eyes closed 
and I am not always sure 
you are still there.
I am listening because I am empty and that 
silence 

echoes 

itself.


(I listen and only hear the rattle
of some
wind
blown
tiny
seed.)

Amen.


Tuesday, June 5, 2012

6/5/12: Yes


(Inspired by Mark 3:20-35)

Dear God:
(deep breath)
...

Spirit.

(deep breath)
...

Ruach.

Pneuma.

Spirit.

(deep breath)
...

Yes.
...

Amen.

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Again (Tuesday Prayer for 5/29/12)


(Somewhat inspired by John 3:1-17 and...)
Dear God:
So what if this were only the beginning?
What if this day was not the sum total of the accumulation of every day before it?
This day, maybe, a birth day...

Curled up tight in that womb of God
Held and warm and nested and familiar and
cramped and
needing 
to 
stretch.

What if God, now, uncomfortable with our presence,
Breathing,
Aching.
Praying

We would just do that new thing 

and be born already.

Maybe be born into this world that doesn’t even know it is waiting; 
Be born, 
loudly with an inhale (ours and God’s)
and, then...
a holler (ours and God’s).
A loud holler;
A loud earth-rattling, truth-telling, chain-breaking, fear-fighting, love-wanting holler
That startles us and startles God.

And, maybe, we are born in to a world that didn’t even know it was waiting
And we are born in to a world we didn’t even know was.
And we yell,
And stretch,
And, maybe, we see this new thing that was always there and waiting, unaware.

(God, then, holding us tight,
Swaddling us,
Feeding us,
Loving us,
And whispering promises in our ear 
Speaking in a language we will try to learn our entire 
lives.)

So what if this were only the beginning?
What if this day was not the sum total of the accumulation of every day before it?
This day, maybe, a birth day...
Amen.


Tuesday, April 24, 2012

4/24/12 Tuesday-ish prayer


(While thinking about Psalm 23)

Dear God;

There is that moment before sleep when
I am resting in to it when
Relaxing in to it when
It is as though someone has flipped the mattress when
My arms fly out when
I grip the mattress
For
Dear
Life
In order to keep me from falling into
Oblivion.

At least, it's oblivion I'm afraid of.
The reality is that I do not know.

It is not obvious it's oblivion.
It could be that, indeed, that the nothing I am afraid might be there actually is but
Maybe
It's just a short fall that won't hurt at all.
Maybe there are pillows on just the other side of oblivion.
Maybe there are green pastures and still waters; 
Maybe restoration, there.

There is no obvious obligation to oblivion being obligatory;
"obligatory" being that state the living reside in after being convinced that the end of one thing can only result in an easy heaven, a merely appropriate purgatory or an eternal-increasingly painful hell.

(Here, there are memories of Charlie.  Charlie was a huge, giant muscled, 28 year-old, six foot six, mentally different, camper and I was his skinny, 16 year-old "assistant" counselor at the camp for "special" adults.  He loaded heavy boxes on to trucks for Goodwill and grunted to communicate.  He always seemed angry to me.  
We were at the pool at the same time as the 2nd grade camp and, as he stood in the middle of the water trying to figure out what to do.  Some scrawny 7ish year old kid, for no apparent reason,  jumped on his back.  Charlie reached back, grabbed his arm and flung him a good five feet.  The 7ish year old kid screamed as he flew threw the air, in to oblivion, and was only silenced by plunging in to the water.  
Everyone froze.
7ish fought his way back up out of the water, inhaled a desperate breath and then exhaled laughter and joy before, as quickly as he possibly could, he swam back towards Charlie to be flung in to oblivion, again.
It soon became a pool full of 7ish monkey-piraña making the water foam as they rushed toward Charlie as quickly as possible and as they climbed Charlie and he, with his left and his right, flung the screaming, laughing 7ish through the air; arching through the air then splashing like the most bizarre fountain.  He did not smile.  He may have grunted with delight.    I could not tell. 

It was dangerous and beautiful.)

What happens if I fall?  If I let go loose of this death grip I have will you catch me or let me fall and which might be better?

(Will you,  even, fling me through the air with a graceful arch of unintention?)

Amen.


Tuesday, April 10, 2012

4/10/12 Tuesday Prayer

(from marketingforscientists.com)


(Prayer inspired by John 20:19-31)
Dear God:
Sitting at the local pub. Having a nice agreeable, appropriately sarcastic conversation about politics 
we agree about.  
Then, the "What do you do for a living part?" part of the conversation.  
"I'm a minister." 
Pause.  
"Really?"
Single head nod from me, then
Pause.
"You mean like a Christian minister?"
Single head nod accompanied by a "Yep" then
Pause.
"Huh."
Pause.
Turn towards me with confused look while saying:
"But you seem smart..."
Pause.
"Um..."
And another pause.
"Er..."
And another pause.

"Thank you?"
"No, seriously.  I mean that as a complement."
And the conversation continues 
as gracefully 
as a middle school dance.

Because, how do you, then talk about that blurred, overlapping line between thinking and praying?
How do you talk about miracles?
How do you talk about doubt and
Faith making you miserable and
Faith making you angry and
Faith making you face failure and
Faith making you doubt and
How do you talk about Love holding 
on 
like 
skin?
Walking through doors that you know you had shut and dead bolted and padlocked?
Inviting you to doubt it as it stands there
In front of you
Knowing you are, 
simply, 
too smart 
to believe?

Pause.

Pause.

Pause.

Amen.