Wandering West Word 10/20/2020

Time is winding down as I close the curtain on my ministry here.  I am now having to tackle some things that I thought I had another sixteen months or so to address, but life moves on.  And as it moves on, and Linda and I make our way to our new home in Alabama, it is essential that this transition be not only smooth but also by one that is supportive as the church moves forward.

There are certain ethical guidelines that I am bound by my ordination to abide with during this time of departure.  This ensures that the interim minister won’t have interference in his or her ministry and that the ongoing spiritual health of the congregation must be everyone’s primary concern.  It is helpful when the minister leaves the area so as not to be tempted to interfere in church affairs.  But there are some guarantees I can offer as to how I will approach this transition.

I will not try to influence the search and call process.  I trust the process that is spelled out in the By-laws.  I will not participate in either weddings or funerals once I leave or make any sort of pastoral calls or visits unless invited to do so by the current minister.  Nor will I return to the church for a visit until after a year has elapsed from the time a new permanent minister is called.  I have been here for thirteen years and have yet to return to my previous pastorate in Pensacola.  It certainly doesn’t mean that I stopped loving the people there when I left, just like my love for you will continue over the years but our relationship will be different.

You will have a great minister because you are a great congregation.  Now we still have some work to do before my last Sunday and I have a whole lot of packing to get started on.  Retiring from full-time pastoral ministry means unloading some of my books.  I will probably need to shed even more but there are some things that I have carried from church to church that need to find their way into the dumpster.

I am taking the rest of this week off to celebrate my granddaughter’s wedding in Tennessee, fortunate enough to officiate it.  Once I return, I will have four Sundays remaining to be with you, and I will cherish those Sundays.  Things are going to be all right!

See you the following Sunday!

Gary L. West

Wandering West Word 10/6/2020

Regardless of whether I was remaining here or retiring, thanks to Covid, how we do church has been changed.  How long before we settle into a new normal or press towards a return to the old normal will be left in your hands.  But change does allow us to be pro-active instead of feeling as if we are always behind the eight-ball.  Case in point:

Two brothers watching TV in Argyll, Scotland – a less than dramatic call to life changing service.  Yet the 1992 broadcast that Magnus and Fergus MacFarlane-Barrow viewed included horrendous images of Bosnian refugee camps.  Shocked, the two salmon farmers, who visited Bosnia as teenagers, wanted to help.

They took a week off and began collecting supplies.  Everything collected – food, medicine, blankets, clothes – was loaded up and driven to Bosnia.  While away, more donations were delivered and Magnus remembers being deeply moved by the “overwhelming generosity.”  It inspired him to embark on a mission.

After much prayer, he quit his job, sold his home, and dedicated himself to helping those in need.  As reported by CNN.com, he not only returned to Bosnia twenty-two times but, while in Malawi in 2002, he met a local teenager, who showed him his home.  “The mother of the family was dying of AIDS.  She was lying on her bare mud floor, and she had her six children around her.  I started talking to her oldest child [who said] ‘I’d like to have enough food to eat.  I’d like to go to school one day.’”

The incident inspired the program he runs today – Mary’s Meals, named after the Virgin Mary – providing free daily meals to four hundred thousand children around the world, including twelve thousand Haitian children.  When the Haiti earthquake hit, the group’s mission expanded even further, to rebuilding schools, feeding elderly Haitians, and providing medicine.  MacFarlane-Barrow says that although his Christian faith motivates him, “We are very careful to never link feeding and faith.  We serve those in need…period.”

Magnus came to God’s work simply by doing it, “looking out not for his own interests, but also for those of others” (Philippians 2:4).  What he says he learned in the process is “that every small act of kindness does make a difference.”

First Christian Church may not be the flashiest church in town, and honestly that is okay.  But we can excel in service to one another by opening our eyes to the needs around us, however small they may be.  More than ever, we need one another!

See you Sunday!

Gary L. West

 

Wandering West Word 9/23/2020

“For everything there is a season…” we are reminded in Ecclesiastes.  Thirteen years ago, you honored me with the call to serve as your pastor.  My plans were to remain here until I retired.  That season has now come, earlier than I had thought but God has charted a new path for Linda, myself, and this congregation.  I will complete my ministry here on November 28, with my last Sunday in the pulpit on November 22.

I have invested more than one-third of my pastoral ministry here and I couldn’t have asked for a better congregation to close out almost forty years of full-time pastoral ministry.  Linda and I leave here richly blessed by the memories and friendships we will always cherish.  I hope in some way, you, too, have been blessed through our ministry.

The future awaits and all of us know who holds the future and for that, we can rejoice!  Thank you again for inviting us to share this season with you.

With great love,

Gary L. West

 

 

Wandering West Word 9/9/2020

In a sermon he preached a few years back, Presbyterian Pastor Gregory Knox Jones shared a story about a colleague who was celebrating the Sacrament of Baptism when the infant he was baptizing gave him a surprise.  While we Disciples normally do not perform infant baptisms, substituting a Dedication Service instead, still as a pastor reading this, the wheels in my mind began spinning, imagining the “surprise.”

Even in a Dedication Service where the pastor holds the infant, one never knows how the child will respond to someone strange holding them.  Will the child cry incessantly, or will it grab the wireless microphone and not let go of it?  There are, I‘m sure, a thousand and one ways for an infant to respond, and if you throw water into the mix, you have just increased the number of unexpected ways.

Jones noted in his sermon illustration how most parents in church are sympathetic to parents if the child is unruly, having first-hand knowledge of such an event years before.  Yet, those in the congregation seem “perfectly delighted if the child comes unglued when placed in the arms of the pastor.”   He then adds, “There seems to be nothing quite a satisfying as a tiny child humbling the pastor in the middle of worship.”

Believe me, I have had more than my share of humble pie during Small Talk, my time with children.  And honestly, for the most part, I have been spared such humility when in the act of dedicating a child to God.  But in this case, Jones’ friend was baptizing a two-year-old and all was going well.  The little boy did not fuss, cry, or tug.  In fact, as Jones shared, “he seemed perfectly comfortable when the pastor took him into his arms.  He seemed to be completely aware of what was happening and did not flinch when the pastor touched his head with water. But when the pastor said, ‘Christopher, you are a child of God, and you belong to Jesus Christ forever,’ the two-year-old looked him in the eye and said, clearly and articulately, ‘Uh-oh.’”

While pretty sure the two-year-old wasn’t weighing the theological implications of what the pastor had just crowned him with, it is an interesting, if not surprising answer.  As we grow into our Christian faith, that same thought probably surfaces time and time again as we seek to live into this calling.  Without question, such a pronouncement and a claim on our lives is life-altering.  Maybe the best response is to add our “Uh-oh’s” and prepare for the ride of a lifetime.  Thanks be to God!

See you Sunday,

Gary

Wandering West Word 8/26/2020

A few years ago, Theodore J. Wardlaw, President of Austin Presbyterian Theological Seminary in Austin, Texas, was charged with writing an article about “Preaching on Generosity.”  I found it helpful as we find ourselves working through our financial distress that has been exacerbated by the coronavirus.  The article had nothing to do with a “tried and true” stewardship campaign but a call to remembrance that “we were born to be a blessing and to bless others and to receive the blessings of others.”  Such an attitude is all set in the framework that “life is measured not in terms of what we own, but in terms of Who owns us.”

Wardlaw goes on to share that one of his favorite columnists was Roger Rosenblatt who years ago collected some of his most cherished essays into a book titled The Man in the Water.  The book’s title was originally the title of a particularly moving piece Rosenblatt wrote back in 1982 when a commercial jet taking off from Reagan National Airport in Washington was unable to get airborne because of ice on its wings and hit a bridge and plunged into the frozen waters of the Potomac River.  Rescuers came from everywhere, and television cameras captured dramatic footage of a man clinging with five others to the tail section of the aircraft that was bobbing up and down in the frigid waters.  Every time a helicopter lowered a life-line and a flotation ring to the man, he would wave it off and pass it to another of the passengers.  Time after time until that man – overcome by the cold himself – finally went under himself, joining the other seventy-three on the plane who did not survive.

This act of selflessness grabbed Rosenblatt to put into words what a lot of folk were thinking as they were watching the televised drama playing out before their eyes.  “At some moment in the water he must have realized that he would not live if he continued to hand over the rope and ring to others.  He had to know it, no matter how gradual the effect of the cold.  In his judgment he had no choice.  When the helicopter took off with what was to be the last survivor, he watched everything in the world move away from him, and he deliberately let it happen…The odd thing is that we do not even believe that the man in the water lost his fight….He could not make ice storms, or freeze the water until it froze the blood.  But he could hand life over to a stranger….The man in the water pitted himself against an implacable, impersonal enemy; he fought it with charity; and he held it to a standoff.  He was the best we can be.”

Some may look at this man as a hero.  Truth is, every day I am reminded that the world is filled with living embodiments of generosity.  They may not have always started out that way, but after encounters with the One who owns us, their discovered their faithful destinies. “He was the best we can be,” could aptly portray how we describe Jesus to others.  But we also are able to see Jesus in others and perhaps one day within ourselves.  For we are not our own; we belong instead to the One who owns us!

See you Sunday,

Gary

Wandering West Word 8/12/2020

It was a tough period in my life.  Alone and by myself for Thanksgiving, I opted to go down to the church where I was serving early that morning and move some mulch into the church’s playground.  Because I had participated in a Thanksgiving Eve Community Service the night before, I didn’t have the luxury of driving the eight hours to join my family for Thanksgiving so I opted to stay at home.   I counted on working a couple of hours and then head downtown to volunteer with a group feeding the hungry a Thanksgiving meal.

What I didn’t realize is that in order for the people to eat, they would have to first sit through a service of preaching and singing before any food would be served.  The people were hungry, and yes, I know about spiritual hunger, but there was no advance notice of such a service.  Just  open with a prayer, and feed them.  After volunteering, I opted not to eat with the other volunteers and headed home, stopping at a restaurant to have a Thanksgiving meal by myself.  I guess I am just naive about such things.

I thought about that day when I came across a story a couple of weeks ago.  It was a story about a dining room in St. Anthony’s Catholic Church in San Francisco where they feed a thousand needy people every day.  A sign over the doorway reads: CARITATE DEI

A young man visited the Golden Gate city and found himself on the wrong part of town with the wrong people.  He got drunk, was rolled, and ended up in jail without a penny.  It was there in jail that he learned that once he got out, he could get a free meal every day at St. Anthony’s Church.  When he got out of jail, he went to the church to get some food but he was very suspicious.  When he saw a woman cleaning a nearby table, he asked, “When do we get down on our knees, lady?”  The woman replied that he didn’t have to do that in order to get a meal at St. Anthony’s.  Puzzled even more, he then asked, “Then when’s the sermon?”  She answered, “Aren’t any.”  Totally confused, he then asked, “What’s the gimmick?”  The woman stopped for a moment, and then pointed to the sign over the doorway: CARITATE DEI

The man asked, “What’s it mean, lady?”  “Out of the love for God!” she replied and then, with a smile, she began cleaning the next table.  The young man could not believe people would do something like this simply “Out of the Love for God.”  It made quite an impression on Him, leading him to give his life to Christ and becoming active in the ministry of the Church.  But he was not alone as others also found themselves caught up in this web of love and acceptance.

In Matthew’s gospel, Jesus talks a lot about the Kingdom of Heaven being lived here on earth.  The Kingdom of Heaven is one person giving a dollar – out of the love for God – so another person can eat.  The Kingdom of Heaven is a disciple – someone with a thousand other things to do – who takes time to listen to someone else who need to share their problems.  The Kingdom of Heaven is a group of folks who come together to worship God – then go into the world to share what they have discovered.  The Kingdom of Heaven is to be found all around us – in the little things that we do for others – out of our love for God.  CARITATE DEI.

See you Sunday,

Gary