The Kids

It’s so commonly said that it’s become a bit of a joke at seminaries and among pastors. When asked where a church feels called to ministry in their local community, one response floats often to the top. “We really want to minister children!” church leaders will respond. Push a little bit on that statement, why folks want to bring in children, and the truth is out: “If we bring in more kids, their parents will come along, too, and that will keep the church alive and kicking!”

I can’t fault the impulse. In all the time of my ministry, I have only ever known two congregations that were not existentially afraid – two out of the eight or so churches I’ve worked with that weren’t concerned with their growing age and the dearth of young adults in worship.

I do, however, deeply fault the logic, and all because of my college freshman philosophy class.

Immanuel Kant, 18th century German moral philosopher, spent a chunk of the “Grounding on the Metaphysics of Morals” on the question of what constituted a moral act. He ended one such line of thinking with the proposition that one such moral act was to treat a human as an “end in itself.” That is to say – humans are, morally speaking, not to be used as means to an end, but as valuable for and in themselves.

When we see the people in our community as things that we NEED – as a sort of commodity that we can buy with children’s programming and coffee – we have lost any sense of these folks as ends in themselves, and are instead trying to use them as a means to a laudable end, the preservation of the church.

God calls us not to need other people in this way, but, rather, to have something to GIVE – a series of wondrous gifts, our hospitality and our friendship and the good news of Jesus Christ. And I am enormously excited when I see us sharing those gifts with children.

If we’re going to minister to children, let it be because we have something we want to give them! Let’s tell the Bible stories that touched our hearts, let’s play and listen and share! We have gifts to give, gifts that will treat each child as a beloved daughter or son of God, as valuable as just who they are.

“Allow the children to come to me,” Jesus said. “Don’t forbid them, because the kingdom of heaven belongs to people like these children.” If we take Christ at his word, then even God’s kingdom is not ours, but belongs to these children, these kids. And our responsibility, to the best of our ability, is to give it to them. Not for our sake, but for theirs. 

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One million bread tabs

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Do you have plastic bread tabs? Do you need to get RID OF THEM in a good cause! Here it is!

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Ten years ago, my mom decided to help her 6th grade class understand just how big a “million” is. We throw the word out lightly. “My mom told me like a million times to clean my room.” “There are a million legos in my son’s room which he hasn’t cleaned”.

It was a memorable moment in Austin Powers when a million dollars went from a lot of money to a trivial amount over the course of a few decades:

One million ... bread tabs? One million … bread tabs?

Anyway, she’s at just about the halfway mark of the million bread tabs. She does not plan on teaching for another ten years, though, so it’s time to hit the gas on the project!

http://milliontabs.com

We’re asking you to save your bread tabs, and then send them in to the school to help them in their quest for a million.

The address is:

Columbia Crest A-STEM…

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Practice Makes Perfect

Out walking a few days ago, I passed by the fields at Mullen High School, our local Catholic parochial school. As has become apparent at a number of local practice fields, including Schaefer and Mullen, it is most definitely Lacrosse season*. The kids at Mullen were, mostly, standing around waiting for their coach to get back to them. But a small group had moved off to the side, and were practicing passing to one another and how they might recover from a drop.

It was a strange, smily moment for me, as I recalled the days of my youth playing basketball. I remembered just that moment at a practice when we would have a lull and would turn to shooting or passing drills – that sense of constant repetition, to burn into mind and body the actions and movements that make for a truly spectacular athlete.

And then I thought about the church.

What is it, I asked myself, that sets apart a truly exceptional Christian? How could we drill ourselves like these young students to become truly excellent at our faith. What would it mean, with three or four people standing around with nothing better to do, to practice Christianity together?

If you weren’t aware, the Catholics drill as hard at some parts of this as they rehearse their lacrosse players. But here are a few ways that you and your neighbors might try to stay in peak spiritual condition.

Prayers

I mean, honestly, this one’s a bit of a no-brainer, but this is where the historical church really shone and where we’ve lost a bit of our edge. When was the last time, other than a worship service, that you recited the Lord’s Prayer? Do you pray before meals? Do you pray before sleep? What would it mean if, when you had a moment to take a break, you were to just start praying? Have you ever prayed a Protestant rosary (spiritual calisthenics if ever there were any)?

There are as many ways to pray as there are grains of sand on the shore – can you find a prayer discipline that speaks to your heart daily?

Catechism

A few Sundays ago in worship, we recited a bit of the Heidelberg Catechism. If any of you learned as children and can now remember any part of your catechism, good for you! If you’ve never encountered a catechism before in your life, well – now’s as good a time as any! The catechism provides historical answers to questions that Christians have struggled with over the centuries, and can help ground your own thinking and exploration of God’s work in our lives. Try learning or memorizing one question and answer per day! I recommend the Westminster Shorter Catechism. Bonus: there is scholarship money available from the PC(USA) for students who memorize the catechism!

Compassion

Both the easiest and hardest of spiritual exercises, the daily experience of compassion and kindness constantly brings us closer to God. Like Boy Scouts of old, we can go about our regular, daily lives prepared to be a help to our neighbors – unloading groceries, providing water to the thirsty, being a kind and caring voice to those in active distress…the list of ways that you can stretch your compassionate muscles is endless.

What am I missing in this brief list? How do you practice staying in spiritual shape?

*Honestly, it might have been field hockey. I’m not so great at telling.

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LETTING GO OF ASHES

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A good minister friend of mine posted this. How do you carry your ashes?

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Lent is my season. It has always been my season.

Out of all the seasons of the Christian calendar, Lent is the one that’s a little dimmer, more somber. Shades of dark purples and grey instead of bright reds and whites and greens. In comparison to the other seasons, which all seem to be about the Light or the coming of the Light or the fire of the Light’s presence on earth, Lent is the singular season when we’re called to darkness.

It’s the season of repentance, of lament, of reflection, when our hearts are called to strip away that which distracts us from engaging with the present reality of who we are and where we’re at, to shut out the constant barrage of noise and information overload and let ourselves sit in the silence that so often terrifies us.

I like that silence, and I like a touch of the darkness, too. I’ve always…

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The Rest

Do you remember the feeling of being tucked into a quilt or an afghan or a comforter, bundled up against a bitter winter with a cup of cocoa and a nice, quiet novel? Do you remember drowsing by a quietly crackling fire as the wind howls over the rooftop?

Do you remember a lazy summer day on a hammock or a rocking chair or a bank of grass, sunlight pouring onto you, and the sound of a soft breeze with just a hint of dust wafting over you? Or maybe it was lying on a beach towel, with the sea breeze playing in the sand.

There is a state – a state of being and a state of mind in which we, in our modern, hyperconnected, fast-paced world no longer fully participate – called rest. It’s a critical part of our biology and a key part of our overall health. Getting enough sleep, taking downtime, having leisure to breathe – rest is an absolutely critical component of our well-being.

Rest is so important, in fact, that it was woven deeply into the liturgical and daily fabric of the life of God’s people, Israel. Every seventh day Israel was a sabbath to keep holy, a day of rest, in which they would do no work. Every seventh year the ground would lie fallow – nothing would be planted, and the whole of the land would rest. In the Psalms we find the Hebrew word selah – it means a pause, or a breath – in musical terms, a rest.

For St. Andrew Presbyterian Church, this is that season. A time to reflect and refresh and renew. These next few weeks and months, the seasons of Ordinary Time and Lent, from now through March 29, will be time of rest for the church. Big things are afoot – large projects, new initiatives, and, in God’s own time, a new pastor. Now is our time, our chance to take deep breaths. To listen to God’s creation whirl around us. To rest.

Breathe, my friends and neighbors. God is working marvelous things in you – and he does it best when you take the time to rest.

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The Kitten

A few minutes ago I was distracted from my morning pastoral reading by a soft but persistent mewing sound. Unable to identify, I turned to my office window, and saw a cat, uncollared or tagged, who was clearly NOT the source of the mewing.

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I was not on the stick enough to get a picture of the cat, but here is the view from my office window.

Further investigation proved that there was an ADORABLE black kitten trapped in the window wells of the basement. Intrepidly, and with the assistance of one of the Elders, I was able to descend into the well, safely capture said kitten in a large and fluffy winter coat, sustaining no damage to my person, and return it to surface level, where it DASHED off in pursuit of its companion grown cat.

I’m now slightly plagued by questions – ought I to have called animal control? Should I have more aggressively restrained the poor creature and assured it at least a meal and a few moments warmth? Will these animals survive the Colorado winter brutality? Ought I to leave a saucer of milk without the church as I depart? I am not sure.

Often when I’m asked for help, it’s humans who need specific help I’m in no position to give. A few bucks here, a meal there, some gas for the day, maybe. I can’t, often, transform a life, or find someone a home, or really knock the obstacles out of their way. So there was something deeply satisfying in having a clear, direct NEED that I could physically address.

It took work, though. It took me getting out of my office chair into the cold, some investigation. At first I thought I could just open the downstairs windows (NOPE), but instead I needed to jump the little fence, to lower myself into the window well, to trudge around the leaves. I needed to stretch and haul and push, and then I very carefully and gently needed to surround that cat with the fluffy coat I had brought to restrain it and safely withdraw it from its prison.

In the aftermath of the Christmas season, this sounds to me (a bit) like the Incarnation. A big and powerful thing, God, came down to where I live and was trapped. It was not easy – God had to work to get down to where we were. God then reached in and safely, warmly, securely, wrapped me round and set me up on a path of freedom.

Now, Mittens (Boots? Fury?) could have turned and thanked me, but not fully understanding what all was done, the little nipper scampered after its mom/dad/companion. We, as humans, seeing what has been done for us…well, we’re left with the same choices. Will we run from the terror of forces we don’t understand? Or will we trust that the thing that has saved us already might save us more? Will we take a chance on a kind and benevolent stranger who knows our needs better than we do, with more power than we can conceive?

Before God, we are like kittens. Playful, silly, powerful but unfocused. Capable of doing ourselves great harm, or of being rescued and cared for. The choice is ours. And once we are grown, we are sent into the dangerous world – to help the other cats out of the hole.

My little friend was very much thus, only with more gallumphing through leaves and some AMAZING attempts to elude me/its little pit.

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Pro Christi Natalem, In Xmas

A smarter person than I (I can no longer find the article, sadly, although Jim Wallis makes a lot of points that I’m going for far better than I will) was writing on the War on Christmas – this supposed battlefield of the culture wars in which atheists, agnostics, members of other faiths, and a vast media conspiracy are working together to destroy traditional understandings of Christmas. I must confess, I am entirely in sympathy, and a fierce partisan – a warrior against “Xmas.”

Xmas (which I am here distinguishing from the Christian holiday season that begins on December 25 and ends on January 6, celebrating the birth of Christ) is a terrifying temporal empire – a sprawling, consuming season of commercialized junk that, every year, reaches further and further across the calendar of our nation. I recall, fondly, my mother’s insistence that Christmas music stay out of the CD player until after the dishes were done on Thanksgiving. Now, I hear, the Christmas goods need to be up in the stores the night of Halloween…and they will stay up, summoning Americans with their siren song of recreating the joyous warmth of holidays past, for almost two months.

I like bits of Xmas…Christmas trees and satsumas (or clementines, depending on your region), some of the music, some of the decorations. I am no Grinch, by any means.

But the Whos down in Whoville were, I think, wise enough to note that Christmas was not every day – it was not even a month leading up to the 25th. The whole action of the book takes place in, perhaps, two days.

The reality is, of course, that this is a three-front war. Some liberals and others against both Xmas and Christmas; Xmas doing its level best to swallow Christmas altogether, and Christmas, trying very diligently to preserve its meaning amidst great adversity. There’s also a sub-battlefield of that war – Advent versus Xmas, as Christians try, with great difficulty, to keep alive the anticipation of Advent, the sense of wonder, the hope that precedes the joy.

As Xmas has swallowed more and more of the year in my lifetime, as stores and corporations have pushed the season past its respectable bounds, as non-Christian symbolism have made conquest after conquest, I have, at last, taken up arms. I am a warrior in the war against Xmas, on the side of Christmas and Advent.

I bought no holiday swag, no gifts, no Xmas ornaments or lights, until AFTER Thanksgiving. Surely Black Friday, that most pagan, hideous holiday, surely that is enough for Xmas. Surely it needs no more ground. I also gave Black Friday a pass, and Cyber Monday, too. Then I turned on my King’s Singers Christmas CD, and pulled out my ornaments. Surely a month should be enough.

I invite you to read up on Christmas, and on Advent, too. I invite you to join the armies of the War on Christmas, defending its real understanding – the preparation and celebration of Christ’s birth – against those who would twist it into a worship at the altar of commerce. I invite you to feel the joy that you felt as a child in its proper season.

And remember, also, this. The best of Christmas – the very best – can be found in the truths of the stories we tell our children. Charlie Brown and Dr. Seuss preach Christmas better than a hundred blowhards on TV on either side. Remember Linus telling the story of the shepherds. Remember the Whos down in Whoville, who need NONE of the trappings – not a Merry Christmas or a manger scene or a tree or any of it – to remember who and what they are celebrating. It’s not about the stuff.

It’s about the baby.

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