Mission Possible II: Rebuilding Pulaski

As I sit here on my own front porch watching the slowly setting sun, my skin is a few shades darker and my eyes, well, they feel a little bit more tired, but I smile, because this week these eyes have witnessed God's hand at work in wonderful ways.  

The planning and preparation began months ago.  Myself and some other colleagues in the Presbytery of the Peaks Cluster One Churches wanted to engage our youth in mission work.  We are all smaller congregations with a few youth and our hope as we began "Mission Possible" last year, was to begin to build relationships between our churches' teens so that we could sow the seeds God's love in them in a positive way.  We wanted them to understand that the Church needs them, they are indeed the present of the church, not just the future.  With that in mind, we set our sights last fall on Pulaski, VA.  A community that little over a year ago was ravaged by a tornado.  Pulaski is in our Presbytery and we felt it important to go and support the community in its efforts to rebuild.  "Mission Possible II: Rebuilding Pulaski" was born. 

Sunday afternoon we loaded up our team of 9 youth and 8 adults and made the 3 hour trek to beautiful Dublin, VA.  About 5:30 we pulled down a long tree-shaded drive to New Dublin Presbyterian Church.  We were greeted there by the most genteel and generous people you will ever meet.  After Rev. Andrew Taylor-Troutman gave us a tour of church we gathered and broke bread with the membership of NDPC and heard from some of their members about recent mission trips in which they had participated.  Following this was a time for our group to get to know one another better.  Our membership was in fact from a variety of churches with youth from Cumberland, Guinea, Farmville, and College churches with adults from their churches as well as myself from Appomattox and 2 from Buffalo Presbyterian (we also received generous financial & material support from Bethlehem, Buffalo, Douglas, and Eureka Baptist.)  We played some games which were filled with much laughter and smiles as we all began to learn each others names and break the ice.  We finally had some devotion time before bed.  

Monday morning we loaded up and went into Pulaski and got our work assignment and arrived on site.  Our assignment was pretty straight forward: shovel lots of dirt into wheelbarrows and haul said dirt to fill in around the house and put down seed for grass.   In addition to this we also had a garage that needed footers to be dug out more and prepared for concrete to be poured.  Monday was a pretty hot day so we preached a lot of 'hydrate!' and it paid off, no one got too hot or ill from the heat.  Our lunch was provided both days by Our Daily Bread, which is in part funded by the presbytery's 2-cents-a-meal collections. Rev. Andrew was the deliverer of these delicious meals for which he was instantly labeled hero for eternity!  Our lunch breaks were taken on the back deck of this home in the shade and the kids would line up along the ramp there which became "the child gauntlet" when one needed to pass through.  We were definitely ready for our showers at the YMCA by 3pm and we packed up just before the afternoon rain shower began.  After we were cleaned up we headed out for dinner, MK's Pizzeria.  We really enjoyed the local cuisine, it hit the spot!  That evening we were giving passes to the Pulaski Mariner's Baseball game.  We really enjoyed ourselves, the game was great (Mariner's won)!  The boys finally went out into the parking lot and managed to get a foul ball!  Unfortunately, someone's car in the parking lot also caught one!  We were actually recognized by the announcer at the game, which was a special moment for us as a group to be welcomed by the community.  In our evening devotions one of the girls mentioned that she had noticed it appeared that a teenager lived in the house and it made her realize just how easily it could have been her family who had lost their home.  It was great for me to see them really making a connection.

On Tuesday, we returned to our work site to finish what we started. Even though we were doing same work, I never once heard a complaint and we actually felt like the second day went much faster than the first, even though we worked a bit longer.  I think it says something about the maturity and dedication of the young people and the adults as well that we got into our rhythm and worked to see results, rather than grumbling about the task at hand.  Shoveling dirt may not have been as glamorous as building a home, but it was just as important and meaningful for the family we were helping. About lunch time we received word that our General Presbyter's husband was in the hospital.  We immediately stopped our work, circled up, and offered prayer.  This brought tears to my eyes to think of how connected we all are, sharing support, pouring out love, sending waves of it home to them.  Later in the afternoon a few of us got to go do some painting on a house a few blocks over.  We did not get as much done as we would have liked but we met a few of the neighbors there who were so kind as to go bring us some paint stirrers and paper towels when we discovered we did not have any.  After another smooth trip to the YMCA we went to Patty's Kitchen for dinner, another local favorite.  I am so thankful for these two restaurants for allowing us to make reservations and bring a tired but somehow still rowdy group into their restaurants!  

Tuesday night when we got back to New Dublin Pres (did I say how awesome it was that we were able to stay there!?)  we had some scripture passages from 2 Corinthians (8:1-9:15 & 9:1-9) for the kids to reflect on.  I divided them into two teams and they had about 45 minutes to come up with a skit for our Pulaski Peace Theatre (come on it is a good play on Masterpiece Theatre)!  They did great!  These kids to have just met each other worked extremely well together and accepted input from everyone.  We had a good mix of ages too and I was pleased to see that this did not hinder them from giving us a thoughtful interpretation of the scriptures and how they applied to our work in Pulaski.  They had begged us to let them play outside so following the skits they went for a walk down to the end of the lane while waiting for darkness to fall and then (given permission) they went out to play in the graveyard. A couple of the other adults and I thought it would be fun to scare them while they were out there, and while we probably were not very good at sneaking up on them, we had an excellent time trying!  To close out the evening we popped some popcorn and watched Finding Nemo before bed.  

We closed this morning with devotions and Rev. Tom Robinson, pastor at Farmville PC talked a little bit about the inspiration he felt from the trip.  I believe we all felt that a spark had been started to revive our efforts to bring our youth together more often, to do more activities along with mission work.  It seemed like the kids were receptive to this idea.  I believe some of the girls were already making plans to get together over the weekend.  Before coming home today, the Tornado Relief folks had also cleared it for us to go to Randolph Water Park so the kids got to go swimming before we returned home.  The park had a great little beach area for smaller children, a lap pool, and most tantalizing of all a 38 foot spiraling water slide!  What a great reward for some hard work!  

While I am sad that none of the young people from my church could attend this trip for various reasons, I am so thankful that after all of the planning, I was able to go.  I love doing this kind of ministry with youth, it really rejuvenates me and my passion for the church.  I could not have asked for a better group of teens and adults to go with.  I don't think I have ever seen a trip of this nature go so smoothly.  The truth is a felt the Holy Spirit as she took the form of calloused hands and aching muscles.  I tasted the bread of life in each meal we had together and I saw the Body of Christ each time I had to climb over the "child gauntlet" to get to afternoon meal.  I saw the face of Christ in each person as we worked side by side.  We didn't have enough tools all the time for everyone to be working at once, but we all made sure to take turns to give each other a break.  As we worked we cheered each other on for a job well done and we laughed and talked the entire time, which made the work seem light.  In these three days I saw a hope for the church as all of us, of various ages and genders worked together. If one did not feel confident in knowledge of a particular task, we followed the direction of the person who did.  If one needed sunscreen, band-aids, hats, gloves, or water...there was a ready shout of, "I got it!"   Why can't our larger congregations, our presbyteries, and our denomination at large get along with each other as this tiny-microcosm of Presbyterians did?  We were all from different backgrounds, all at different levels of skill, all at different places in our journey of faith, and yet we were able to accomplish something, however great or small it was, together, without letting our egos get in the way.  Not for our joy, but for our neighbors, and not for our glory but for Gods glory! If these kids are to be the "future of our church" we are headed in the right direction!  What's more important is that they are the present, so we can all begin taking our cues from them, right now!Amen. 

"Each one must give as he has made up his mind, not reluctantly or under compulsion, for God loves a cheerful giver.  And God is able to make grace abound to you, so that having all sufficiency in all things at all times, you may abound in every good work."-- 2 Corinthians 9:7-8

I Have Hope

Below is a copy of the homily I preached this morning at the Community Lenten Service that is hosted by the Appomattox Co. Ministerial Association.  To give you some context, the gathering is held at Appomattox Christian Academy so the congregation is made up largely of children K-12.  I wanted to share something that would be relevant to them.  There are also usually several pastors there and maybe a few people from the community sprinkled in.  I will preface this with the honest truth that there are a lot of wonderful organizations and efforts being made by many different people in the music industry that I could have drawn upon as an example for this message.  Jars of Clay's Blood Water Mission and the  40 days of water  challenge that people are taking throughout Lent come to mind (www.bloodwatermission.com).   As does David LaMotte's work in Guatemala building schools and his newest endevor with the book White Flour (www.davidlamotte.com, www.pegpartners.org).  All of these things were swirling in my mind, and I encourage you to look them up as well.  In the end, I had to speak from the heart and share something that gave me great passion and has inspired me (all of the above do so as well), something I was very familiar with.  So, take it or leave it...but I hope you take it. 

ACMA Lenten Service

March 14, 2012

 Psalm 15, 2 John 1:4-6

I Have Hope

As I stand here before you, students, colleagues, and members of the community, I am sure you are thinking to yourself, “Who is that young girl up there in the t-shirt? Why is Pastor Loren dressed so casually?  What in the world was Rev. Lo thinking when she got out of bed this morning?”  When do pastors usually look like this, maybe on Saturdays!  I assure you I mean no disrespect,  all I can say is that I hope as my homily continues this morning you will begin to understand.

Ever since I was a little girl, once I realized I loved something, that was it, I loved it for life!  As a little girl I had one doll, Princess, who went everywhere with me.  She now has a special resting place in our home.  I had one favorite skirt that I wore every Saturday until I wore it out.  I’ve had the same best friend since I was seven years old.  I know this is beginning to sound like a good Lord of the Rings narrative…one ring to rule them all!  But let me give you one more example: I have loved one band since I was 14 that was larger-than-life inspiring to me. 

I bet you all, especially my young friends up front here, have musicians that you love; an artist or band that makes you belt out their songs in the shower.  Maybe you have a song list that you play over and over again on your iPod.   When I was 14, which was actually 14 years ago, not just last week…I listened to the first Hanson album every single day.  As I grew up, so did the members of my favorite band, who were in fact the same age as me, and their music evolved too.  In 2007, this band of three brothers released an album called The Walk.  And they did something really special with it.  They decided that instead of just writing songs about great meaning in life, they would do something that had great meaning in life.  They decided to go to Africa and learn more about the HIV/AIDS epidemic.  They visited villages, schools and hospitals.  They met with researchers and played with little children.  They sang with a children’s choir there and recorded their voices on this album, The Walk. The Hanson brothers put out their first single from that album which was entitled The Great Divide, which featured the children singing in their native language “I have hope.” 100% of the proceeds from that single went directly to one of the hospitals they visited in Africa. 

That ties up their humanitarian efforts into a neat little bow doesn’t it?  But that isn’t all that happened.  After this trip to Africa the band went on tour and before each and every show across the country they held a walk, in which everyone was encouraged to walk one mile barefoot, to have just the tiniest of experiences of what it is like to live without(www.takethewalk.net) .   This trek raised money for AIDS, clean water, and education charities as well as providing shoes for the poor.  For every fan that attended these walks, Hanson gave a dollar.  And more often than not that dollar was matched by the fans.  Hanson teamed up with Toms Shoes.  If you don’t know about Toms Shoes as a company, look it up (www.toms.com).  For every pair of Toms you buy, another pair goes to a child in need.  It’s hard to believe that good can come out of corporate America these days, but it does! To date, over 50,000 miles have been walked for this cause.  Because here’s what happened, Hanson fans the world over started organizing their own walks in their own communities!  So now, maybe my attire starts to make a little more sense!  Every time I put on this t-shirt from The Walk tour and I slip my feet into these Toms, I am reminded that I have the power to make a difference in the world.  That Christ has called me to be his hands and feet in the world and that means I can do something.  

It is safe to say that not all of the people we put on pedestals in this country deserve to be there.  We have to choose our role models wisely.  I wouldn’t say Snooki is the best role model, or Chris Brown, or the majority of politicians on Capitol Hill. We have to be careful about who we support/listen to/follow on Twitter/Iike on Facebook.  These things are a reflection of our character.  I know that these guys that I told you about are faithful; I know that they believe in their Creator.  But they don’t have to say it, or write it blatantly in their music… its more about how they live their lives.  I admire them so much for living authentically.  They are bearing witness to Micah 6:8 with their very souls, S-O-U-L-S and soles S-O-L-E-S.  Micah 6:8 tells us that the Lord requires of us to do justice, and love kindness, and walk humbly with our God.  In walking with God we are called to walk with our neighbor, to see the spirit of God that dwells in each person.   And I believe that this is what our walk with Jesus Christ is all about—living a life worthy of Christ’s glory.  Jesus didn’t just sit in the temple to read the Torah or to teach his disciples.  He taught in motion, until his very last breath on the cross, he lived his words.  How fortunate are we that we can have our ultimate role model in Christ; by God’s grace, we are given the opportunity to try time and time again to be witnesses and disciples of Christ. 

One of my favorite passages in the New Testament is the story of the Road to Emmaus.  This is one of my favorites because it is only when the disciples lived out the teachings of Jesus by breaking bread with a stranger that their eyes were opened and the recognized Jesus standing before them.  We see Jesus’ face most clearly when we engage with other people, sharing God’s kingdom in random acts of kindness, one mercy at a time.  The Apostle Paul tells us in his letter to the Galatians: “you were called to freedom brothers and sisters, only do not use your freedom as an opportunity for self-indulgence, but through love become slaves to one another.   For the whole law is summed up in a single commandment, ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’” 

Jesus’ movement was grass roots to its core.  Change doesn’t have to be a monumental thing.  Don’t think that because you are one person you can’t create change in the world.  My friend David LaMotte says that “you change the world each time you take a breath.”  The gesture doesn’t have to be grand, it just has to be from the heart and reflect God’s glory.  Jesus does not promise that this will be an easy task.  To take up the cross and bear it with him is painful, the burden is heavy.  But the reward of our faith is so great.  It is true that we don’t deserve the grace we are given, but our lives can be a response of thankfulness to that grace in the way we live.   As we continue on this Lenten journey, this pilgrimage, this walk, let us remember that Lent doesn’t have to be a time when we take away something, but maybe it is a time when we take on something!  I challenge you today to think of the ways you can be a cause of change in your world. I have hope.  Amen. 

Confessions

What I know today is that sermons are tiring and I am so glad that so many amazing pastors and profesors have posted their work online and in blogs for me to discover, be inspired by, and yes even to "borrow" for my own purposes. My sermon this week focuses on Mark 1:4-11, The baptism of Jesus. I decided to go with the theme of how radical this movement of John and Jesus was. How we are called to get out of stuffy symbolism and get messy in ministry.

I'm not sure if I know how to do that in sleepy Appomattox. The slow pace has lulled me somewhat into complacency. If only my words could rocket people forward and I could stay behind and take a nap!

How can I light a fire under my congregations proverbial butt without burning my fingers on the matches? The big picture looks like this: we grow the congregation spiritually... then we find ways to intersect that with the needs of the community...and that equals growth for both. But the ideas on how to make that come to fruition look more like tangled Christmas lights. Hmm...if you plug them in, "voila!" they are easier to unsnarl.

So here it is--we've been baptised into this movement. God has called us beloved and sent the Spirit to empower us! There is no excuse then to sit idly by. It is going to be messy and tiring, but that is the whole point, right? To change, to challenge a humanity that will be forever damaged? But...how... ?

Occupying Advent

I've been thinking a lot over the last week or so, as I am sure my other collegues have, about Advent.  Advent is the season in which we prepare for, and joyfully anticipate Christ's birth within us.   Each year as we think about Advent at church we try to remind ourselves and the masses not to become sucked into the trappings of shopping and wrapping and decking the halls, but to slow down and center our hearts and minds on the coming of Christ. 

I have read several articles, blogs, and tweets about the downfall of America's economy and the disgust regarding Black Friday and Cyber Monday sales.  I agree that the hype of the shopping season is overwhelming, especially since we practically skip over giving thanks these days and move straight from Halloween costumes to Santa costumes.  I could stand in the pulpit and focus on these things.  Yes, it is true that there are starving children all across the world that could use the money we spend on gifts and that is horrific.  Yes, it is true that consumerism runs rampant and that is not the point of Christmas at all!  However, as the pastor of a small congregation who is providing for my household (thanks in part to the terrible economy and job market) I confess that I absolutely DID go out shopping on Black Friday because I could not afford to pay full price for Christmas gifts this year!  And while gifts are not the point of Christmas, showing love to my family and friends in tangible ways is a special moment and tradition for me. And I am not ashamed of that! 

Then of course there is the arguement that comes up each year regarding saying "Happy Holidays" vs. "Merry Christmas."  I worked in retail for four years and I grew quite accustomed to saying "Happy Holidays."  I have no qualms with this because in saying this phrase, Christmas is included! Why shouldn't we be sensitive to other faith traditions that celebrate holidays at this time?  Isn't that the point of living in a country that 'welcomes' religious freedom?  I don't find it insensitive to my own faith tradition to say this.  I would argue that this phrase does not take the Christ out of Christmas because in fact, Jesus would probably be more than tolerant of, dare I say accepting of the celebration of various religious traditions this time of year.  After all, he was Jewish! 

I guess my question is, where is the balance?  How can we keep our selves from swinging the pendulum from one extreme to the other, all out consumerism vs. total Christian piety? How do we somehow fight the consumerism economy, yet maintain our cultural traditions... and still keep Jesus at the center of our holiday festivities?  Here are just a few ideas that have been brewing in my mind.  One, shop local as much as you can this year for Christmas gifts.  Or, consider giving money in honor of someone to the organization of your choice, buy fair trade items or join with your friends and family and shop for an angel tree.  For some of us, being faithful stewards of the gracious gifts God has given to us simply means that we cut back on the lavishness of our gift giving to those we care for and demonstrate our love in other ways.

As for keeping Christmas Christ centered, this takes more intentionality.  In order to occupy Advent, we need to slow down during this season not speed up. This is easier said than done, is it not?  I'm not saying you should boycott all Christmas parties or vow not to travel this year, but rather spend some intentional time reflecting on the hope that the birth of Christ brings into our world!  Maybe this means you start an advent wreath tradition in your own home or dedicate time each day to prayer.  Maybe this means that as you put up your Christmas tree you thank God for something with each ornament you hang.  As you wrap those gifts consider why the shepherds came to Jesus' side, and why the wisemen brought gifts to him.  The answer I think you will find is two-fold.  Love, love for the child there in the manger and love for the God who loved us so much that he sent his only son.  And second, Hope, in Jesus we catch a glimpse of hope that the world can and will be changed.

Thin Places

Since the beginning of time people from all walks of life have been fascinated by places where the veil between our world and the world beyond is thin.  There are many places in Europe where legends and descriptions of thin places exist, such as Glastonbury, England and The Giant’s Causeway in Northern Ireland.  Places such as this make me think of Stonehenge and other places shrouded in mystery.  Images of these sites make me want to re-read Marion Zimmer Bradley’s The Mists of Avalon.  I believe that people are hardwired to long for the presence of God, to seek places in their lives where God’s presence is palpable; holy ground, thin places.  We learned this from Moses, who needed assurance from God that his presence would go with him; he wanted to meet God face to face. 

Montreat, NC is one of these thin places for me.  I was able to spend just a few short days there a few weeks ago while attending a Wee Kirk Conference as part of my continuing education.  For me, the five hour drive to get there is nothing but a blip in time and the higher into the mountains of North Carolina I climb, the more my spirit elevates as well.  As I drove through the beautiful stone gate of Montreat, I thought to myself, “I hope I always feel this way when I come up here.”  There really are no words to describe my feelings, I’m giddy like a child and yet overwhelmed with a sense of peace at the same time. 

On my second day there, we had a free afternoon.  The weather was a perfect 70 degrees, a gentle breeze and a clear blue sky.  The trees were bursting with every hue of goldenrod, flame, and crimson imaginable.  I have never seen it so beautiful; I spent the entire day outside thanking God for the beauty of creation and bringing me to the place that my soul calls home.  Indeed, when sitting around Lake Susan I feel as though I am resting in the curve of God’s smile. 

I was not ready to come down from the mountain after just two days.  I could have lingered there, in that thin space between heaven and earth where the Holy Spirit seems to dance so freely.  I heard God’s voice lifted in song; I learned of God’s wisdom in the words of my peers, I smelled the aroma of Christ on the wind. 

And as I made my way home, down from the mountain, back to reality, I began to wonder, what your thin places are?  Do you have a place in God’s good creation where you feel the mighty presence of God?  How is your soul nurtured there, how is your spirit fed?  Some would argue that since God is everywhere, the entire world is a thin place.  That it is not the physical place itself but the people that are there.  It is true that God is everywhere, but I know for a fact that there are times and places where God creates just the right combination of elements to make his glory known to each of his children.  Each time I have made the pilgrimage to Montreat, I have found myself on holy ground, where that perfect, mysterious, veil was lifted; where I my faith was renewed and my spirit rested with my Creator.

Beyond the Jordan, in the land of Moab, in the fortieth year, Moses said, “The Lord our God said to us in Horeb, ‘You have stayed long enough at this mountain; turn and take your journey.’”

The Little Engine That Could

 Below is the article I wrote for our church's upcoming newsletter.  My goal for the coming year is to encourage members to explore their spiritual gifts, to trust in the gifts God has given them for serving the church and also that we might deepen our relationship with the trinity.  There are many things going on around here, particularly with the demolition of the property next door to the church and the installation of a much needed parkinglot.  My intention is to create a postitive atmosphere that has this small rural church saying, "We are able to do big things!" 

Remember the heart-warming children’s book, The Little Engine That Could?  In the story a long train must be pulled over a high mountain peak.  Several large engines are asked to pull the train but they all refuse.  When the request is passed on to a small engine, she agrees to try!  The little engine successfully tows the train over the mountain, all the while repeating the motto, “I-think-I-can, I-think-I-can.” 

Of course the lesson for us is that we can do anything we set our mind to, we simply have to try.  The little engine could have said, “No I am too small, I will never make it.”  But instead she put herself out there and committed to trying to achieve what seemed impossible.

How often do we convince ourselves that we are not worthy of the task God sets before us?    The lectionary texts over the next few weeks follow the life of Moses.  When God speaks to Moses through the burning bush he has all sorts of excuses for God!  “Who am I, Moses asks, that I should bring the Israelites out of Egypt?”  Surely God has dialed the wrong number!  Moses fears that the people will not believe him, what if they think he is crazy!  God does not allow Moses to escape from his mission but rather reminds him that Moses will not be alone, God will be with him.  Finally, Moses argues that he has never been eloquent, slow of speech and tongue.  God counters this excuse saying he will provide the words for Moses to speak.  Moses begs the Lord to choose someone else but God refuses.  Moses is the one God has chosen; an ordinary man for an extraordinary task.  It is time for Moses to become The Little Engine that will lead his people from Egypt and into the Promised Land.  Moses needs that mantra, “I-think-I-can, I-think-I-can!”  Moses needs to trust that he is able to accomplish his calling because God is working through him!

We are not so unlike Moses, finding excuses to keep us from answering God’s call in our lives.  If the Lord God can work through a man with a stutter surely he can work through you!  If God can call to the pulpit a petite blond who looks more like an adolescent than a preacher, there is no telling what God can do with you!

Paul talks about the varieties of gifts that each of us are given, that we as many members make up the one body of Christ.  In the weeks and months to come I want us to consider what those gifts are that we have and how we can use them to do God’s work in the world.  Those individual gifts that we have, fused together in the context of the congregation are what make this church strong!  My prayer is that we will begin to see ourselves as the little engine that could, pulling ourselves over whatever mountains stand before us saying, “I-think-I-can, I-think-I-can!”  Knowing full well that just as God promised Moses to be with him, God promises to be present with us too. 

A Carrie Bradshaw Moment

I am feeling very Carrie-esque as I sit down to write this first entry (minus the cigarette and relationship drama). Carrie Bradshaw, beloved journalist on Sex and the City is always asking open-ended questions to the greater masses as she tries to make meaning in her own life.

At our presbytery meeting over the weekend our General Presbyter talked about the presbytery's mission statement which includes the language of being "bold servants of transformation."And she begged the question, "how can servants be bold?" Indeed this sounds like a contradiction in terms.

I am learning in my first year of being a solo pastor and moving now into my second year, just how to be a bold servant. My college sisters would tell you that I am not bold, but rather just a little woman with a big mouth. And they would not be lying to you. But there is a balance to being bold and being a servant.

Being a servant to the Triune God is a call to humility. It reminds me of the bumper stickers I often see around here that say, "Not I, but Christ". The truth is that being in ministry means that it isn't about me and if parishioners begin to hang all of their hopes and dreams on me, then we are in trouble. I am to be a servant of God alongside of them, not in front of them. Furthermore, if I decide that I like the sound of my own voice, rather than stopping to listen to their voices, if i start to call it my church, instead of our church, I am no longer being the servant I confessed to be when I took my ordination vows.

So how do we walk the fine line of being bold in our ministry, bold with our beliefs and yet being humble servants? Because, let us be honest, we have to be careful about what we say or how we behave to protect our jobs and our families.

The boldness has to come out of our ability to think outside the box. In Sunday's sermon I used the example of HGTV's show Design Star. The competitors were given the task of transforming a completely white room into something beautiful using only the furniture provided, paint, and restaurant supplies. The best designs were the ones in which people got out of their comfort zones and began to think beyond the white box! They used bold colors and crazy items to make something beautiful that really expressed their personalitites. They let their design speak for itself. What we can take away from this is the fact that our actions, the way we live our lives can speak louder than any words we speak from the pulpit (or shout from opposing sides of any given issue)! These designers were given a blank slate to transform into something beautiful. Isn't that what God's grace does for us?

And so, it is my hope that I can be a humble servant, allowing myself to let go of the control I desire to have and letting God steer the ship. However I can be bold in the way I live my life--to set an example of living my theology, not just pontificating beliefs. It is my hope to be bold in the way I work with my congregation on new ventures for website designs, book clubs, and interactive confirmation classes! This is where the rubber meets the road folks!

In Carrie Bradshaw fashion, I will leave you, dear reader, with a question. What does being a bold servant of transformation mean to you?