Sunday Afternoon Prayer: For Life's Journey

This is my sermon text for our Old Year's service this evening.  We will think about how God, the maker of all things--not the gods of the hills--kept us through all the situations we have faced in the past year, and how we can trust that he will do the same in the year to come.  Tomorrow, it will be my traveling prayer as I set out on a pilgrimage of my own.

Psalm 121

A song of ascents. 

Mt. Tai in Tai an, China, where I lived for a year.  This is a holy mountain in China, where people go to pray, like the culture surrounding the psalmist.

I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,

the Maker of heaven and earth.
He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;
indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
The Lord watches over you—
the Lord is your shade at your right hand;
the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.
The Lord will keep you from all harm—
he will watch over your life;
the Lord will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.

Merry Christmas!

"While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them.

And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night.  An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified.  But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord.  This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger" (Luke 2:6-12).

Photo is of a nativity scene made in Nepal.  I purchased it at Global Gifts last year.

Sunday Afternoon Prayer: We Are Waiting

This afternoon’s prayer is inspired by a song that we are using as our prayer of illumination during Advent, “We Are Waiting” (Contemporary Songs for Worship 18, text and tune Greg Scheer).

We are waiting, waiting, waiting to hear God’s word.

We are waiting, waiting, speak we are listening Lord.

It’s Advent, and we’re waiting, God.

I am waiting, God.  Waiting to see what will happen in my life.  Waiting to see where you will lead me.  Waiting.

My parishioners are waiting, God.  Waiting for their families to be able to join them in the U.S.  Waiting to see what you have for their lives.  Waiting.

My friends are waiting, God.  Waiting for graduations, babies, and proposals.  Waiting to see how you will guide them.  Waiting.

We are waiting, God.  Waiting for you to return and make all things new.  Waiting to hear the trumpets of your arrival.  Waiting.

Maranatha.  Come quickly, Lord Jesus.

Photo by Li'l Wolf, http://www.flickr.com/photos/schneelocke/2201266557/, 22 December 2012.  Used under a Creative Commons License.

A Preview of Coming Attractions

During January, I have a wonderful opportunity to travel to Great Britain and visit churches and Christian communities there.  Part of the pastoral residency (funded by the Lilly Endowment) is to take a trip overseas to experience the church in a different cultural context. 

I will take my trip to England and Scotland.  I have experienced the church in a number of non-western, developing countries—China/Taiwan/Hong Kong, Mexico, and Nicaragua.  But I have never been to Europe.  So I am going to explore what it looks like to be the church in a global and post-Christian culture.  As I explore, I am sure I will also learn much about the history of the church in Great Britain and how that has affected the United States. 

I am excited to talk to pastors and church leaders about where they see God at work in their communities, and to hear what the challenges they face.  I am excited to hear their stories.  I am excited to worship with brothers and sisters in Christ in many different churches.  I am excited to have a time to “get away” from my daily life and hopefully be able to see things more clearly with a bit of distance.  I am excited to see what I will learn as I explore, and what I can bring back to enrich my ministry.

I will be visiting a number of places, and I am looking forward to each of them.

I will start in Poole, England (on the southern coast).  I am looking forward to seeing a friend who was a teammate of mine in China who has been living in Poole for several years.  I will be there for her wedding to a British man, so I am looking forward to being there for this special event, but also getting to experience this piece of English church life and the opportunities I will have to meet British Christians.

Then I will head north to Scotland where I will first spend a night at a guesthouse owned by a church in Glasgow.  The next day I will continue on to the island of Iona, which has been called a “a thin

place – only a tissue paper separating the material from the spiritual” (George Macleod).  Then I will spend a few days exploring Edinburgh and a bit of Reformation history, such as John Knox’s church.

I will head back to England, with a first stop in the northern city of York.  I will finish the trip in London.  I am looking forward to visiting a number of churches, including All Souls Langham and Wesley Chapel.  Of course, I am also looking forward to some historic and cultural sites.    

I will be blogging along the way, hopefully even a bit more than usual.  I am looking forward to sharing my journey, pictures, and stories with you.

Westminster Abbey photo by jpundt79, http://www.flickr.com/photos/jpundt79/3392606563/, 22 December 2012.  Used under a Creative Commons License. 

Iona photo by Duncan McNeil, http://www.flickr.com/photos/duncan_mcneil/1636030785/, 22 December, 2012.  Used under a Creative Commons License.

Christmas Ornament Stories: My Aunt and Uncle

Every ornament tells a story.  That’s the basic philosophy of my Christmas tree.  During this Christmas season, I am introducing you to some of my favorites and sharing the story behind them.  So far, I have shared ornaments from my parents and grandparents.

Today’s ornament is from my uncle and aunt, who also gave a Christmas ornament every year.  It’s really no wonder I love my ornaments--they were a huge part of extended family Christmas traditions.  My uncle was a pastor at a local church for over 30 years.  Every year, their family would host an open house in their home for anyone in the church the first weekend in December.  For several hours Saturday afternoon and Sunday afternoon, their house was filled with a steady stream of people from their congregation, celebrating Christmas together.  And every year, my aunt and uncle gave a Christmas ornament to each family who came to the open house.  Sometimes, especially in the early years, they were handmade.  I remember many a Thanksgiving where the after dinner entertainment was helping to finish up the ornaments for the open house.  Sometimes they bought small items they made into ornaments at some significant place for the year.  This is one of my favorites because it smells like cinnamon.    

The open house and ornaments are just one way that my aunt and uncle showed hospitality.  Family holidays at their house often included more than just biological family, but others who needed a place to celebrate too.  Throughout the year, they often had people knock at the door, whether church members dropping something off or friends of their kids.  They graciously welcomed them in and offered something to eat and drink.  My sister, brother-in-law, and at least one of my cousins lived in their basement for a while when they needed a place to live.  And they welcomed children with Downs Syndrome to their family through adoption.  They, probably more than anyone else I know, have lived out scripture’s command to “show hospitality to strangers” (Hebrews 13:2). 

Sunday Afternoon Prayer: I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day

I have written about this song in the past, but it seems right to me again this weekend, when I don't really have words to say.

I heard the bells on Christmas day
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet the words repeat
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along the unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

Till ringing, singing on its way
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime, a chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

And in despair I bowed my head
“There is no peace on earth,” I said,
“For hate is strong and mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.”

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
“God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail
With peace on earth, good will to men."

Christmas Ornament Stories: My Grandparents’ Faith

Every ornament tells a story.  That’s the basic philosophy of my Christmas tree.  During this Christmas season, I am introducing you to some of my favorites and sharing the story behind them.  First were some creative ornaments from my parents.

Today’s ornament is from my Grandpa and Grandma.  Pretty much every year, they gave all the grandkids an ornament.  I have some they bought while volunteering in Salt Lake City, some they bought in Mexico while they wintered in Tucson, and several that they made (the creative part runs in the family).

This one is my favorite.  It is also the last one, because it is from my grandma’s last Christmas with us.  They worked together on this one.  They developed the idea and found the pattern together.  My grandpa did the cutting and sanding.  This angel reminds me of their deep faith that they passed on to us. 

In the last few years, I have become increasingly thankful that the faith they passed on is a well-rounded faith.  They were (and are) people of great piety.  They kept a drawer of Bible story books to use when the grandkids came to visit.  They wanted to help us learn the stories of faith and the practice of family devotions.  For their 50^th wedding anniversary, the family gave them a Bible that each of the kids and grandkids had marked some of their favorite verses in.  In the years since, both Grandma and Grandpa have added notes of passages that are significant to them.  It is a wonderful physical heirloom of faith.

But their faith is more than knowing the Bible well and having right theology.  Their faith has legs.  It showed itself us in the care they show—the gifts, showing up on all sorts of occasions, being good friends and faithful church members.  And it showed itself in the way they spent their time.  Instead of going to Florida for the winter to go golfing and shopping, they went to Tucson to volunteer at a fledgling Christian high school.  My grandpa is a Christian school teacher by trade, and so every winter he helped this school as it grew.  He did everything for them from substitute teaching to digging ditches and building things.  Grandma helped to work in the library.  Their selfless care for others was a living model for us and shaped our family.  I would not be the same person without them.  I thank God for them, and for this ornament that reminds me of my heritage.

Purple Fabric and Metallic Thread--My Advent Stole

“The people walking in darkness have seen a great light;

on those living in the land of deep darkness a light has dawned” (Isaiah 9:2).

This verse, plus a number of pictures of other stoles, inspired the design for my new Advent stole.  Stoles help me and my congregation to mark the passage of time through the Christian calendar.  Like people wear snowman earrings during December or red, white, and blue on 4^th of July, pastors in robe-wearing-churches wear stoles to remind us of the season.

 

My mom and I created this stole.  It is purple, the traditional color of fasting and penitence and the color of the royalty of the coming king.  It also has some blue, a newer Advent color of hope and anticipation.

It features a road for the people walking in darkness.  And it is the journey that we are all on, the journey of waiting and expectation, living in the already-but-not-yet.  

And at the end of the road is the star.  I chose this star, a natal star cross, because it is a 4 pointed star Bethlehem star plus a cross.  It reminds us that the light came as a baby in Bethlehem, but he brought light to the whole world through his death and resurrection.

As we walk the journey of Advent this year, I pray that we would be reminded that God is faithful to his promises.  The people walking in darkness have seen a great light.  And God will remain faithful and come again to make everything new.

Christmas Ornament Stories: My Parents’ Creativity

Every ornament tells a story.  That’s the concept of my Christmas tree.  Over the next few weeks, I am going to introduce you to some of my favorites and tell you the story behind them.

When I was growing up, my parents bought my sisters and me an ornament every year.  They were always special.  Sometimes they had our name on it. Sometimes they found it in a gift shop on a family vacation.  Sometimes they represented one of our hobbies.  Mom and Dad gave them to us the evening we decorated the Christmas tree.  It was always one of my favorite nights of the year.

My mom made this ornament for Christmas 1986 (that’s helpfully stitched into the back).  I love the simplicity and the slight sheen of the floss she used.  And I love that she made it, because she made a lot of things in the first years of my life.  In most of the pictures of me as a young child I am wearing a very cute dress my mom made me.  Once we were school-aged, she turned her sewing attention to costumes.  Betsy Ross, a Seminole Native American, and a medieval royal were some of the costumes she created for me.  She passed on her resourcefulness and some of her crafting and sewing abilities to me.

This is the ornament they gave me when I was in first grade.  That year, we were studying the middle ages at Christmas time, so this is the closest my mom could come to a medieval ornament.  A week or so before Christmas we had a reenactment of a medieval feast with a few other families.  We all had costumes.  The dining room was arranged to look like the great hall of a European castle.  Each family created a banner to represent the tapestries found in castles (I think my parents still have the one we made).  We were the entertainment between courses.  One of my friends juggled.  Another told jokes.  I recited the poem “Four and twenty blackbirds baked into a pie.”

The best part was the dessert.  It was a castle cake!  The moms planned how to bake cake in coffee cans and loaf pans and get it to stay together like a castle (in the days long before Pinterest).  I think she stayed up late and got up early to put it together, because I was totally surprised.  Standing guard at the drawbridge was this ornament (and my sister’s similar one).  I had noticed that morning that it was missing from the tree.  I was delighted and surprised that it was part of this magnificent cake.  So every year when I put this ornament on the tree, I am reminded of that cake and the many, many hours my mom invested in giving me an excellent education.        

Sunday Afternoon Prayer: Let Your Kingdom Come

This is a prayer we have been using in our evening worship services.  Each time I have prayed it, it has seemed so right, so what the church ought to be.

Reshape us, good Lord,

Until in generosity,

Faith and full expectation,

We are truly Christ-like.

Make us passionate followers of Jesus

Rather than passive supporters.

Make our churches places of

Radical discipleship

And signposts to heaven,

Then, in us, through us,

And, if need be, despite us,

Let your kingdom come.

Amen.

The prayer is from “Evening Liturgy E” in A Wee Worship Book by Wild Goose Worship Group, 1999.

Image by edgeplot, http://www.flickr.com/photos/edgeplot/208618609/, December 1, 2012.  Used under a Creative Commons License.