Sin Insulator

North Carolina today has the distinction of being the location for the latest newsworthy and horrific sin. Some self-consumed, morally numb man ushered himself into a nursing home, a freaking nursing home, and opened fire. He probably had to shuffle his firearm into his left hand and then push the button at the door before entering. Allegedly the connection he had to that place was that he was involved with a woman of course, and that she worked there. Speaking today on NBC, a woman paid tribute to her father who was among those killed. Her dad had spent 30 years crafting a single violin. Just one. I used to hate how the violin's sound cut through the air. Now I'm haunted by it, and I love it.

In other news, this time from Massachusetts, a man interrupted his sister's 5th birthday by stabbing her to death. He also killed his 17-year old sister. The 9-year old sister called 911 and the shooter was killed by the cops. He was 22.

I remember someone talking about a trip they took to the Holy Land. This was many years ago but I think the image still applies. She told me that while the tour group was busing around those communities she saw some difficult images. The one comfort was that she could pretend the window of the bus was a TV screen. She found comfort in that.

Which to me begs the question as I watch the pixels that represent what I type: Can video (the TV, the computer...) insulate us from the sin of the world? Not only that, can it also insulate me from my own sin? Not the reality of it certainly, for sin is sin at the moment of its conception; it is now registered in the mind of almighty God. Cross reference Martin Luther's thinking about when Eve sinned in the biblical story. It wasn't when those perfect pearly whites broke the skin of that fabled apple that Eve sinned, it was when she responded to the Enemy, that sly serpent, with a teeny tiny drop of doubt inside her mind, doubt that God's Word, God's promise was somehow not true. I'm sure Jesus was thinking about this when he proclaimed that we are to have a childlike faith, which is to say that the Word creates what it says, and like children, we human creatures are to receive it with joy and above all certainty. When Eve began the family tradition of doubt, she did not fall FROM something, she reached upward into what Brueggemann calls "the prerogatives of God".

How often do you hear the survivors say, or their neighbors, that they wouldn't in their wildest dreams think that this could happen to them, to their community, to their family? Ah! It's because you've been hooked by the soap opera, the narrative, which pretends to be a narrative and not the real thing, because the psychosocial network of our communities are at the same time repulsed by and desperately infatuated by sin and the details of its carnage.

"Come to me," says a teacher from the north country, Jesus of Nazareth, "and I will give you rest."

A gift for you, from your local funeral chapel

At death, my fingernails will stop growing. However, knowing me, they will probably need to be clipped just after I die, while my body is being prepared for viewing. I never stopped to think that funeral chapels will need to have a supply of fingernail clippers.

In this case, not only do they have a supply, they also use them as a kind of advertising tool. How smart. And perhaps thoughtful.

St. Paul said once, "To live is Christ, to die is gain." You know, for the time being I'm okay with Christ. The gain can be a future reality. In the meantime, I'm thanking God that my fingernails, in fact, continue to grow.

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Blessing of Ministries

Here's a litany I worked up last year, changed this year (will probably change again next year!) as we ask God's blessing on our leadership. Which includes the Church Council and the leadership from other ministries. Use it if you'd like, change it for your own situation, and/or comment.

Blessing of Ministries

L: God our Creator, you have taught us that through Jesus your work is finished, and that we are already reconciled to you.
A: But we know there is unfinished business
L: There are seeds to be sown
A: And we know that the plants of ministry grow and bear fruit because of your Spirit
L: Whether we teach children here, pay bills, or hand out food to people in need,
A: Whether we are making decisions on Church Council, or caring for this building and grounds,
L: We are planting seeds. We are taking a small part in your great mission to gather the whole world to yourself.
A: But we can’t do all that you require or ask of us
L: We are limited people with limited money, limited skill, and often with limited time and limited desire.
A: Yet we know that somehow…
L: …And in some way
A: You are able to work with our limits, because your Word never returns empty.
L: Your grace is sufficient for us
A: Your power is made perfect in our weakness
L: Your love and promises hold us securely and guide us each day.
A: Bless our leaders today. Help us to support and care for them, interpreting their actions and decisions in the kindest way.
L: Let us all, in our various ministries, and in the strength of your Spirit, proclaim your grace and love to every person whom our ministries touch.
A: Amen.

Second Wind

At the church I serve there are a handful of new faces. What an encouragement that people are giving St. Paul a try, that they are seeking God's Word and Christian community at our house!

What I've been wondering for awhile, is whether the worship service that I design is inaccessible to many people, especially those who are trying us out for the first time. This isn't a very "Lutheran" part of the country. Are there questions that people want to ask, but they think they can't, or that they shouldn't? What about having dialog about the ways in which we worship, the things we do and the history behind them?

My main thing is that I'm a person of words. I work so hard at the particular words I say, so much that I'm stuck with the need to say ONLY those words and so there is not a great deal of flexibility and freedom in my leadership and in my presence.

I'm thinking about starting a Facebook group that has to do with innovations within the context of worship. Sure there are lots of different kinds of congregations, many variables, but there is a common challenge/opportunity/struggle to open God's Word and not put up obstacles. Any interest out there?

Home

Lord, you have been our dwelling place for all generations. From everlasting to everlasting, thou art God. Psalm 90:1

I’m writing from the home I grew up in, near Shelly Minnesota. The family and I are here for a week of vacation, having a late Christmas with my relatives and celebrating with my parents their 50th wedding anniversary. It has been a great trip! How can the earth get so cold? This morning we clocked in at minus 20. In this neck of the woods, where necks are wound up tight with homemade scarves, belief in “global warming” is a tough sell. Being here, however, gets me to-thinking: how places, buildings and memories can be, at the same time, familiar and different.

While worshiping with my family in the little country church called Bethany, I found myself looking around the sanctuary (yes, during the sermon) and noticing some of the same things I noticed when I was a child: the small crosses near the ceiling, encircling the whole perimeter of the room, that are part of the design of the building; the large painting of Jesus bending his ear toward a door and rapping, depicting verses from the book of Revelation, “behold I stand at the door and knock.” I remember that as a child, I would look at these static pieces of decor and wonder about them. Now I wonder about these objects too, but this time I wonder whom they were purchased in memory of.

What happens to us when we go home? For me, there is comfort and a sense of completeness in going back to where it all started. Mom and Dad have lived in this house about 40 years. I can still find my way around this place, like where the cold medicine is kept, even in the dark of night. As certain things have been worn by age, I find myself thinking that I wouldn’t like to fix or replace them. They are part of my past, and yes, I’m perhaps more sentimental than is healthy or wise.

But, there is also a sense of figuring out in what ways I am different, now that I have established a home elsewhere. The self really does shift and change, and hopefully mature over time, and the act of going away and coming back home helps to highlight those changes. Going away doesn’t create those changes. If anyone wants to mature, they will have to do some hard work whether they are at home or not. New experiences usually have to fit into newly created categories, and the past is then simply one of my resources at hand, among many, resources for my desire to understand myself always in a clearer way.

Getting finally to a spiritual message for this article, it is good to be reminded of verses like these from Psalm 90. What if God is not a fixed “dwelling place” but instead a kind of dwelling place that comes alongside us and has something to say in every part of life? In a way, God is a pop-up tent that provides a bit of refuge along the way. I like having a mobile God. Peace to you, as the Bright Morning Star guides in the Season of Epiphany.

A Walk in the Woods

I know it's been a long time since my last post. Writer's block. Or a busy schedule, or low level of imagination.

Just finished a book by Bill Bryson, "A Walk in the Woods." The title is sure an understatement. Bryson and a buddy from Des Moines strike out on the Appalachian Trail, starting at the southern end and working north. Ill-prepared and ill-conditioned, their determination and sense of adventure carries them the first, oh, ten miles. The rest is a story of gritting one's teeth to get the job done. However, fabulous and funny experiences are had along the way.

Points to take from this reading - the wonder of nature and the age of the hills around us, the power of companionship when you realize that you need the other, the weird and unbalanced view Americans have of their own land. It is either completely altered for the sake of industry, or it's considered so holy that the only thing to do is let it become overgrown.

Bryson's a good writer. I believe he found purposefulness in the simple act of walking. Hmm. Makes me want to leave my car at home more often. One final note, the top of the front cover touts "runaway best seller." Shouldn't it say, "walk away best seller?"

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"No reply needed."

You know how when you read an email, there's often a question, a tugging, whether you should reply to the message? Email threads can go on and on...

"Here's the draft of the letter I'm working on..."
"Got it. Here's my input..."
"Okay, here's the final draft..."

"Great."
"Okay."
"Bye then."
"Bye"

What if the simple signature of "nrn" were added somewhere in the email? That way when I send it, I'll assume that the other person got the email and I'll be telling them "no reply needed."

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