Musings from a Pastor, Educator, Wife, and Mother





Thursday, July 19, 2012

Authentic Worship

Photo by: Andy Locascio, Montreat 2012
 
1,000 people gathered together
in a large worship space
built from local mountain stone.
Wooden beams soared overhead
and lanterns dangled from the rafters.
The pews, we'd been told
were older than our grandmothers
and we should treat them with the same respect.  
Large windows were open to let in the breeze
from the cooling summer air. 
Electricity, I felt waves of it,
as if we touched our neighbors to the left and right of us
we would be shocked with a jolt of the Spirit. 
A hush fell over the congregation, 
bursting with silent expectation.
Then I heard it, 
a strong beat
on a solitary
djembe drum. 
As the rhythm grew,
stretching out like a  r i b b o n   u n f u r l e d
voices began to chant from various corners of the auditorium, 
they moved about us, 
rising up from our midst and 
joined together a dozen in number on the stage.
"Will you listen?" one side of the room would chant
"Come follow me" the other side would respond.  
They carried the beat in their feet, 
they matched the intensity of the rhythm with their voices, 
"I. Will. Make. You. Fish. For. People!"  
Final beat, actors froze, lights went out.
I was enthralled. 
I felt my heart pounding, blood coursed through my veins,
and the Spirit left me with goosebumps as she blew through the room. 


--LorenKemperTateMitchell  7/14/12


(I was fourteen years old when I attended my first conference at Montreat.  I had yet to be baptized but I knew in that moment that I would be. I had seen the Holy Spirit move and I was without a doubt, absolutely certain that this type of worship, this kind of faithful expression was exactly what I needed to do, where i needed to be.)


Monday, July 9, 2012

A Spoonful of Sugar




I woke up last night from the strangest dream.  I thought to myself, "well now that was profound, I must have been really asleep!"  In this dream my dear friend Katherine appeared to me.  We were in some sort of dim room, almost like a basement, but behind us was a huge picture window that looked out over a desert landscape with train tracks running past and far into the distance. Katherine asked me some sort of question that I know pertained to my personal and professional character. Something along the lines of, "How can you be a friend to us and a pastor at the same time?" My response to this seems like a riddle: "If I cannot be both, then I am neither."  What does this mean??


As I lay awake in my bed for a few brief moments the thought occurred to me that Katherine is like my very own Mary Poppins!  I laugh even as I write this for it seems so absurd but I thought, yes Katty is quite like Mary Poppins, she is witty and smart and her heart is full of love for people, bottomless as Mary Poppins' carpet bag!  And above all else, she is a lady in the very sweetest sense of the term, but also loves a good ride around the carousel!  I considered this dream conversation to be like Katherine coming to me in a musical and singing "Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down!"  What does this mean??
  
Here is what I gleaned from this late night epiphany dear reader.  I am more than just a one-trick pony, and let me never forget it!  I cannot be a friend and neglect my calling as pastor any more than I can neglect my friends and continue to be a good pastor!  I am a wife, a daughter, a niece, a cousin, a friend, a neighbor, a Christian sister, and yes yes a pastor.  It is all of these things that make up who I am and if I cannot authentically live into each of these roles which make up the whole of who I am, I cannot be anything but a knot on a log!  


The authenticity is the trick!  Katy Perry belts out in my mind "this is the part of me that you're never gonna ever take away from me!"  As I think on so many of my friends in ministry who struggle this day to walk the fine line between full disclosure/self expression and that boundary where you protect yourself and your ministry so  it doesn't  become 'all about you', I pray that we can all find ways to skip along this tightrope to live fully into the being that God created us to be. If we say too much, we could lose our jobs, we could cause unnecessary pain in the life of our congregations.  But, if we say too little, we can become isolated and depressed without an outlet for our griefs and our triumphs.   God knows all about us, and yet he still called us, it is a miracle!  


So, after two years I hope that I have been true to myself in my little church here in Appomattox, just down the road from the railroad tracks!  I hope this congregation feels like they know me.  I am in truth a pretty liberal person.  I am in truth a snarky and sarcastic little woman with a penchant for blurting out comments at inappropriate times.  I am in truth one who loves to laugh and to make others laugh.  One who loves lazy days of laying around and reading. One who doesn't care if she gets cookie crumbs in the bed.  And one who delights in each of her friends and family and the particular ways in which they help her maintain her sanity in the midst of this crazy ride we call the ministry! But I am also in truth one who loves liturgical lines of praise and preaching from the lectionary.  One who gets excited about the possibilities of partnering with other churches in youth ministry.  In truth, I am one who geeks out every time I witness another connection of friends within the little PC(USA) family. I am one who still believes very much in the future of the PC(USA) and hopes in my heart of hearts that we can survive the punches that beat us down both from the outside and within.  Perhaps these are the little spoonfuls of sugar that help the distasteful medicine go down!


If I cannot faithfully be all of these things dear friends, then I am neither pastor nor friend. I thank God for the grace to continue to try.  Amen. 


"When trying to express oneself, it's frankly quite absurd,
To leaf through lengthy lexicons to find the perfect word.
A little spontaniaty keeps conversation keen,
You need to find a way to say, precisely what you mean...
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!"

Saturday, July 7, 2012

soapbox moment





Friday morning I went home to Bedford to have lunch with Mom.  I met her at Goose Creek Framing where she has a studio to do her artwork.  As we were leaving a woman from town came in and we were introduced.  She asked, “So Loren are you home for the summer?”  As you can imagine I have grown quite accustomed to people mistaking me for a high school or college student but I have never had this question presented to me, so I tried to respond graciously, in a way that would not embarrass this refined southern lady.  “Oh no, I am just in town for the day” was my reply.  But, my mother, bless her soul, always wanting show pride in her little Presbyterian preacher stood a little taller and said, “Loren is the minister of the Presbyterian Church in Appomattox; she has been there for two years.”  Flabbergasted but ever-poised, I have to give the woman credit; her jaw did not drop to the floor at this announcement.  Instead she asked how old I was and stumbled over a sentence of, “well… I would love to hear all about your life.”  I assured her that it was a relatively quiet one.  She then commented that she would love to hear a message from me sometime. 

Not that I should ever compare myself to our Lord and Savior, but I have to wonder if this is how Jesus felt, returning to his hometown.  Did Mary walk with him through the marketplace, anxious to introduce him to her neighbors, hoping they had heard of all of his great work?  Did people comment on how he had changed since they last saw him or inquire how old he was?  Did he fight the urge to be blunt with them, rather than humbly and simply answer questions, “No, I am no longer doing carpentry with my Father.”  “No I have not returned home for good, just passing through.”    Did he hear whispers behind women’s hands as he walked to the synagogue?  Did he hear the men in the market stalls swapping stories about his family, his childhood, rumors of his current ministry?
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  As we soon discovered in the gospel of Mark, accepting that God’s power was at work in Jesus was not easy for the people of Nazareth to wrap their minds around.  Surely, the people have heard of the miraculous things that Jesus had been doing in the surrounding villages, we all know that good gossip travels fast in small towns.  But perhaps stories of healings, exorcisms, and bringing a little girl back to life had a better ring to them than the Word that Jesus preached! Everyone wanted to see miracles but not everyone was ready to hear about the amazing and yet unsettling good news those miracles proclaimed.[1]

We are told in the gospel of Luke what Jesus said in his hometown to make his old friends so offended.  Luke tells us that when Jesus came into the synagogue he was handed the scroll of Isaiah, which he unrolled to where it read: “The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he has anointed me to bring good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim release to the captives and recovery of sight to the blind, to let the oppressed go free, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor (Is. 61:1-2).”  Jesus then returned to his seat saying “Today this scripture has been fulfilled in your hearing.”  While it may have been reasonable to accept Jesus as a man with the gift to heal, maybe even a prophet, his obvious proclamation that he was the Messiah was ludicrous![2]  

Jesus, obviously hurt by their rejection and lack of faith left his hometown to spread the good news to people whose ears were more open to hearing it, perhaps to people who did not have preconceived notions of him, people who did not know him in the first thirty years of his life.  Beverly Zink-Sawyer reminds us that perhaps we should put ourselves in the shoes of those villagers.  She begs the question, “How quickly would we accept our next-door neighbor as a ‘miraculous teacher’, let alone the reputed Son of God?” Perhaps this is a call to consider who we consider ‘worthy’ of teaching us.  Katherine Huey asks, “How do we even begin to look at one another with the eyes of God, to see in the most unexpected of people, those whom God has chosen to lead?  Would we really have chosen the youngest one, the one without the flocks to be anointed as the next king?  Would we really open our hearts and minds to a hometown, homegrown boy, we’ve known all of his life?  Could anyone of importance really come from here?  Who and what are we failing to see, what and whom are we missing?”[3]

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When I read these questions I thought of our churches in Appomattox.  I thought about how this congregation, without a doubt chose the youngest one, and a woman to boot!  I thought about Rev. Rusty Small of Liberty Baptist and the facts that he is indeed a homegrown boy who people in this community have watched grow up.  Perhaps in these ways Appomattox is already ‘light-years ahead’ of Nazareth.  But I have to wonder if the risk is greater for us as part of the younger generation of pastors, to be run out of town, if we make a mistake, if what we practice and preach challenges the status quo?  I think about our denomination and our conviction that we as Christians are a “priesthood of believers,” that we are all responsible for preaching the gospel.  But, do we really enable our members to live into such a call; particularly when we are a denomination that has high standards for theological education for its ministers.  Not that I think this is all wrong, I am the first to question a pastor’s theological background, I am the first to fall into the trap of pride pertaining to my seminary degrees.  Over the past week our denomination’s General Assembly has convened.  At GA there are a number of YAADs present; these are young adult advisory delegates and they range in ages 17-23. As I have followed some of the commentary on GA, I’ve seen some snide comments about YAADs and their love of coming to the microphone on the floor.  My question is when did it become wrong for a person to put their voice behind their beliefs?  If 25 and older this behavior is acceptable, but any younger and it is merely attention seeking?  Who is to say that Jesus can’t work through ordinary people?  Do we stand in judgment of the evidently blind Nazarenes or do we hold up a mirror in front of our faces?

 Perhaps the truth is that we Christians find ourselves in the place of the Nazarenes, rejecting Jesus and to that end, the world’s population calls our bluff and rejects us! Rev. Rick Morley puts it bluntly in his recent blog post that “Christianity in the West is in trouble.”  In America 25% of adults have left the religion of their youth and do not claim any religious affiliation.  Rev Morley argues that the central problem is not “secularism, pluralism, or the lack of a good bass guitarist in the praise band.  The root of the problem,” he writes, “is trust.”  Overwhelmingly and alarmingly the truth of the matter is that people do not trust the Church anymore and why should they?  Consider the reports that we have heard on the news in recent years.  The Roman Catholic Church has been embroiled in one sexual abuse scandal after another.  We have evangelical pastors who have railed against homosexuality in their preaching but who have been found to seek male prostitutes or have relationships with teens in their churches.  We have high profile church leaders making sweeping statements about hurricanes being the result of homosexuals and abortions. And if I may be so bold on my soapbox to say a word of our own denomination, we argue incessantly about the definition of marriage while one in six people created in the image of God go hungry!  We vow to create 1001 new worshiping communities in the over the next 10 years when we can’t maintain the churches we have, more rural congregations are closing their doors every day!  “Who would entrust their spiritual health, or the spiritual health of their children to the church? Honestly, the fact that anyone trusts us these days is quite remarkable!”[4]

“Jesus certainly faced questions of trust when he returned home.  The congregation questions where he gets this authority from because they know of his humble beginnings.  But Jesus has to earn their trust, to keep going; he has to keep teaching and changing peoples lives. He has to die on the cross, he has to rise again.” In Morley’s blog he reminds us that if we as the church are going to survive we are going to need to do a few things.  The first of these is to fall on our knees in humility, making it clear that we recognize that the church has made horrendous mistakes in its distant and recent past.  We have to continuously repeat that while we are an institution with inspiration by the Holy Spirit, we are also humans who are fallible and will fail again. We must try to win back peoples’ trust and to do this we must remember who we represent.  When we look bad, we make God look bad!  Morley says, “We don’t need to update our website or write some more praise choruses, we don’t need to look more hipster and grow a soul patch.  We need to gain people’s trust, and only then will they consider anything we have to say.” Third, we must remember that God is faithful.  Jesus struggled to get the people to trust him, but he was found most worthy of the trust that people put in him because God is ultimately in charge. Finally, we have to accept that not everyone will come to trust us or God.  Some will receive us with open arms and some will reject our message and God.  Jesus knew this and prepared his disciples for this.  And when we get rejected, we are to wipe the dust from our feet and keep going.  Morley closes with these profound words. “Until we start showing the world that we are capable of humility and some degree of trustworthiness, it will be us who are covered in dust.”[5]

And so I believe our challenge for today is to make the shift from being the community who rejected the teachings of Jesus, to the disciples who become representatives for Jesus.   Jesus not only left Nazareth, but he sent forth his entourage two by two to expand his ministry, to be his field agents in the world.  The disciples were sent out and enabled to do amazing things through the power of Jesus.  Richard Swanson writes, “This is no rootless wandering, the disciples do not look like itinerant preachers, they are sent out to attach demons and heal.  Like Jesus and John the Baptist before him, the disciples are sent out to call for change (Provoking the Gospel of Mark).” Katherine Huey urges us that our call is to do the same, “as those sent with power and authority to heal, to attack demons that plague our society and the world God loves, to share the good news.”[6] 

It would seem that Jesus gives us very little in the way of material things for our journey.  Discipleship is a call to lead a simpler life it would seem, the clothes on our backs, the sandals on our feet, a stick for protection or more likely to lean on, and our most valuable resource, each other.  In truth, we don’t need much, material things become crutches, security blankets that we cling to and hide behind.  In the sending out of his disciples the message from Jesus is clear, you don’t need to depend on these material goods, depend instead on God to give you what you need.  Eugene Peterson translates Jesus’ words this way: “Don’t think you need a lot of equipment for this.  You are the equipment.”  And Henry G. Brinton provides us with the imagery of serving Jesus by doing something tough, by performing the Lord’s work in hard to reach places.  He says that we have to “leave the comfortable road of conventional wisdom and face the rocks, logs, and any other barriers that society might throw in our way.”[7]  I would and to this the barriers we might throw in our own way! 

And so as the church of the 21st century, we must cut through the tension and make sense of where we are at this pivotal moment in history, and where we are going.  How do we open our ears to the prophetic voices of those whom we may not have expected to hear?  How do we make the shift from the community that denies the truth of the good news, the community which people are leaving and shaking the dirt from their sandals as they go, to becoming the disciples that travel with the message of the gospel? Amen.

Project Burning Bush, 2008



[1] Katherine Huey, www.ucc.org, internet accessed 7/2/12
[2] Thomas L. Butts, www.textweek.org internet accessed 7/5/12
[3] Katherine Huey
[4] Rick Morley, www.agardenpath.com internet accessed 7/5/12
[5] Rick Morley
[6] Katherine Huey, www.ucc.org internet accessed 7/5/12
[7] Katherine Huey