WANDERING WEST WORD
In the blink of an eye, things change pretty fast, don’t they? For years now, the property just north of the church has sat empty with the retention pond in the middle and a mound of dirt overgrown with grass and a tree here and there. I come back from vacation in early May and there are two large banner signs promoting new home sales on the property. A couple of weeks later, a sales trailer has been moved to the property, fronting 14th Street and signs posted on each of the lots. Scattered among the lots are portable potties. What is going on?
A couple of weeks ago, while driving by, I noticed that several lots had been cleared by a bulldozer, leaving nothing but exposed dirt. And then yesterday, crews were out trenching for the foundation and plumbing for three houses. At this rate, it won’t be long for the houses to be framed and occupied. Suddenly we are going to have new neighbors! Add the additional dozen or so unsold lots being sold over the next few months and families moving in and the complexion of our neighborhood has changed dramatically.
We sometimes forget that we are within walking distance to be Haines City High School, Boone Middle School, and Lake Eva Park and so location makes these homes desirable. Although I would not want a retention pond to be the first thing I see out my front window, maybe the location is the drawing card. Granted, we are no longer a neighborhood church, if we ever were one in our one hundred year history. But the opportunities for ministry and witness as we welcome these new families is limited only by our imagination. In “Our Future Story” we envisioned a time in the near future when we would welcome a second Disciples congregation that would offer a bi-lingual service. Little did we know that the future is upon us!
In all likelihood, those moving into the new homes being constructed will be Hispanic, as the Haines City area continues to see an influx of families from Puerto Rico. But we are also seeing a number of families moving in from Central and South America. In keeping with “Our Future Story” we will need to start offering “English as a Second Language” for our neighbors and “Conversational Spanish” for ourselves within the next year. Instead of fearing the change that is happening before us, we can embrace it and offer the same spirit of hospitality that one would expect from the Body of Christ. I know the Table of God’s grace is large enough for all of us. And all means all!
See you Sunday!
I suppose it is a continuation of a thought I had a year ago or so. I had met someone locally who was working in the service industry and she told me of the difficulties she was having and how rarely she could take days off, much less a vacation without the real threat of losing her job. She was not connected to any church, using Sunday to play catch-up to the work at home that went undone during the six days she was working. She spoke of how she would like to take a trip with her Mom and her two kids to Gatlinburg but didn’t see any way possible.
Why not raise money for her and with her boss’ consent, provide her funds for the trip and to cover the cost of lost wages, ensuring that she would have a job to come back to? The gift would come from the church as part of our Centennial Celebration and we would offer it simply as a gift of grace and an acknowledgement of her service to the community. Although I shared the idea with others, I didn’t pursue it any further. I was thinking that maybe once a year we could select someone from the community and make their life better with such a gift of grace.
The thought surfaced again a couple of weeks ago when I noticed a server at a fast-food restaurant displaying some incredible people skills. Part-time, minimum-wage job, after school, not looking to get rich and yet, what if, one night while at work, he/she was handed an envelope with a small cash amount or a gift card from the church, expressing our thanks for him/her being a difference maker in people’s lives? And what if, we asked the church to nominate someone they have observed with such qualities, and that each month, we draw a name and surprise that individual with a gift of grace?
Well, a little while ago, in a search for inspiration for this column, I picked up an older issue of The Christian Century and there was a story about Pathway Church in Wichita, Kansas who opted this past Easter to forego the money they usually would have spent promoting its Easter Sunday Service through mailings and TV ads and instead spend the $22,000 to help families pay off medical debts. Each of the 1,600 families who had their debt liquidated received this note: “We’re Pathway Church, we may never meet you. But as an act of kindness in the name of Jesus Christ your debt has been forgiven.” Using RIP Medical, an organization that abolishes debt by buying it at pennies on the dollar, the church’s investment of $22,000 alleviated $2.2 million in debt.
Can you imagine receiving a card with that note enclosed? Some may question that this is simply the Church trying to buy goodwill and hoping to attract some of those 1,600 families. Pathway Church would beg to differ. Granted, hearing positive news about a church is a rare thing these days. But I am proud of this church and its outreach not only out into the community but also out into the world. Who would you nominate?
See you Sunday!
As we draw closer to our year-long Centennial Celebration, we will have time to reflect upon our past. A lot has transpired to enable this congregation to reach this milestone. And if we are bold enough in our faith, there is little reason why we would not be able to witness God’s love in this community for another hundred years. Within our timeframe, there has been a number of churches in our community that have come and gone. Only a handful of churches can lay claim to being about as old or older than the city of Haines City. But I am convinced that one of the secrets to such longevity is that these congrega- tions have been missional-minded or have returned to that mindset upon realizing their mistake.
Years ago, Henry Joel Cadbury, a devout Quaker and Professor of Divinity at Harvard, rose in a Friends Meeting for Worship and said, “There are two kinds of Friends in our Society, and two kinds of people in the world: there are therefore people, and there are however people. Therefore people say, ‘There are children going to bed hungry in our community. Therefore….’ and they proceed to devise and define the ways in which they meet the need in their community. However people make the same beginning statement – ‘There are children going to bed hungry in our community’ – but they follow it with, ‘However….’ and they explain why nothing can be done about it.
Cadbury exhorted his Quaker community, especially its leadership, to try the “therefore- however” exercise by continually coming up with need statements derived both from their faith community and the wider community in which they lived. “We must improve race relations in the city of Boston,” he said, and then asked what their response would be – a therefore response, or a however response. “There are elderly people in our parish who can’t get to church on their own…” What response would they give, a however or a there- fore? Cadbury, who was also serving as Chairman of the American Friends Service Com- mittee, went on to say that the world – and the Quakers – needed fewer however people and more therefore people for God’s work to be done on earth as in heaven.
Nevertheless, just because we ought to be therefore people doesn’t mean we have the em- powerment to live thereforely. The however always lies close at hand. To be therefore people, we have to abide in Jesus. This intimate relationship with Jesus will form the foundation of all ministry. Instead of looking for loopholes or excuses as to why we can- not serve one another, we will be too busy looking for opportunities God gives us to serve. I am indeed blessed to serve as your minister in a therefore congregation!
WANDERING WEST WORD
Last fall, I received word as Moderator for the Florida Disciples Regional Church that a grant had been approved to fund a collaboration event among leaders of the Southeast Regional Fellowship (SERF) of which our region is a part. It would be held at Christmount Christian Assembly at Black Mountain, North Carolina on March 1-3, 2018 with the Rev. Rebecca Hale (former interim Regional Minister for Florida prior to the calling of the Rev. Juan Rodriguez) serving as facilitator.
As Moderator, I would also serve on the planning team for the historical event. SERF is one of five fellowship areas in the United States and Canada created by the College of Regional Ministers in an effort to strengthen not only regional ministries but also to help lead adaptive change for the church’s witness. It is made up of eight regions – Alabama/Northwest Florida, Florida, Georgia, Kentucky, North Carolina, South Carolina, Tennessee, and Virginia. Up to this point in my ministry, outside of work being done by the Hispanic Convencion with these eight regions and the hiring of a Reconciliation Director for a year or two, SERF has pretty much been under the radar for most local congregations.
Having returned from Black Mountain late Saturday night, I can honestly say that the time was well-spent. I headed to North Carolina wondering how much good could be accomplished in such a short period of time. Meeting with close to fifty leaders from the eight regions along with their regional ministers, we unpacked the pressing issues and needs faced in each region as well as the gifts each of these regions can offer to the body of Christ.
Too often we can get caught up with what is happening in our own region without thinking of our brothers and sisters who live elsewhere. Our region has come a long way over the past four years and we have met challenges in the past two years that many of these regions are now facing. We have gifts we can share! But there are also areas where we now can call upon our other regions in SERF and draw from their gifts. The three-day event opened the door for us to establish relationships that will carry us into future discussions as we begin to now focus on four broad areas of collaborative work that we identified: leadership development, communication, pro-reconciliation/anti-racism work, and re-framing structures to meet the needs of the church.
Collaboration, not competition, is a difference-maker. In this face-to-face gathering, we were able to witness passionate Disciples who are ready to face the challenges before us so that we may be an effective and faithful instrument for God’s work. Thanks be to God!
Thanks for affording me the opportunity to serve!
WANDERING WEST WORD
If anyone should know the power of words, it should be preachers, those who are called to offer the Word. It seems as if my “Wandering West Word” in the last newsletter offended some of the readers as being too political. The statement in question was the sentence that I had written, saying “A President who threatens to annihilate 25 million people and a President who promises to destroy the United States first.”
To clarify my statement, I was not talking about the same person. In review, I could see how a person could misinterpret what I wrote since I said “President” twice. North Korea does not call Kim Jong Un their President, but ruler or leader. Instead of using the term “President,” I should have used the word “Dictator” and even stated North Korea as the person who has promised to destroy the United States first. I was speaking of President Trump as threatening to annihilate 25 million people because that is what he has said. This wasn’t a dig at President Trump.
I started the paragraph in which this sentence was used by writing, “The world is a mess.” And then I went on to highlight some of the major headlines and news stories that left me feeling overwhelmed. I wrote of hurricanes and earthquakes and wildfires, protests of all sorts, and then the “President” sentence. This was even before the Las Vegas shooting. The sentence in question was simply one line in a litany of dark, storm clouds that has made life uneasy when it would be nice to have some still calm waters.
A colleague, a better writer than myself, picked up on what I had shared and what others had been dealing with when he posted these opening words to his blog, Interrupting the Silence. Michael K. Marsh wrote: “There’s a part of me that just wants to scream, ‘Enough is enough! Make it stop. How much more can we take?’ I am talking about Las Vegas, Maria, Irma, Harvey, Charlottesville, the ongoing wars and violence in the Middle East, terrorism, and the multiple genocides currently taking place in our world. I am talking about the many loved ones of this parish who died this year. We had five deaths in a two-week period, twelve or thirteen for the year. I am talking about the history of violence in our country and throughout the world. The list is long, painful, and bloody. What is going on in our world today?”
That is the very angst that I was feeling when I wrote the column several weeks ago. It was not my intention to “politicize” the words exchanged between two country’s leaders, and to those whom I may have offended, “I am sorry.” The answer I offered then I offer again. Where can we find shelter from the onslaught of the storm? We can turn to the One who can see us through the storms of life, who can still the waters of turmoil, and who can strengthen us for the journey ahead.
WANDERING WEST WORD
While it has definitely been hard to establish a rhythm to getting back into work mode after a 12-week respite, thanks to the intrusion of a hurricane, work appears at my door anyway. I must confess that sometimes it is overwhelming. Needs to be met are everywhere. I do know that it is not all laid upon my shoulders and I have long learned that if you want to give God a good laugh, tell God your plans for the day. In addition, there are those around me who are carrying even greater burdens than I. Still…
The world is a mess. If an area hasn’t been blown over or felt the tremors of the earth, it’s on fire. Protests over health care, protests over police brutality and racial inequality, protests over protests. A President who threatens to annihilate 25 million people and a President who promises to destroy the United States first. There is an uneasiness in the air and stress is high. On the local scene, we are seeing a mass exodus of city leaders and fingers are pointing. Meanwhile, we are taking our turn at “A House Blest” because there remain people hungry in our community and we need to begin preparations for the influx of Puerto Ricans who no longer can live on their island until the infrastructure is rebuilt.
Meanwhile the regional church of Florida is poised for a new day and a new beginning with a new regional minster. But still we struggle with how to bring more than seventy congregations together in unity while not requiring uniformity? Did I mention a reflection paper that is nearing its due date, a reflection paper on a book I have yet to read? So no, I have yet to find my rhythm.
Where does our help come from? Where can we find shelter from the onslaught of the storm? One option is to throw up our hands in despair and throw in the towel. Or we can turn to the One who can see us through the storms of life, who can still the waters of turmoil, and who can strengthen us for the journey ahead. As the body of Christ, we have but one option. We were created for such a time as this!
One of my favorite poets, Ann Weems, shares in her book Putting the Amazing Back in Grace the need for the Church to go back in its memory and relive the learning of our faith and then go forward in gratitude for the grace that is ours. She adds, “The good news is that the kingdom of God is not about what you want or what I want; it’s about Jesus, the amazing grace of God. The good news is that once more we can together be the Church of Jesus Christ and turn our hearts to the world that cries for help in Jesus’ name.”
As it applies to the Church, so it also applies to us who claim to be followers of Christ!
Glad to be back with you,
I’m back!!! And ready to be back! I have covered thousands of miles, traveled overseas for the first time, met up with some wonderful folks, read a dozen or so books, enjoyed time with my wife and my family, and worked on myself – physically, spiritually, and emotionally. It will still take some time to digest everything I have experienced over the twelve weeks I was out on sabbatical.
In one of the magazines offered by AirCanada, the airliner we flew on to Athens, there was an article that asked the question: Can we still visit ancient ruins without ruining them? From our initial hotel in Athens where we were within walking distance from the Parthenon to my visits throughout Turkey and Greece where the apostle Paul and the beloved disciple John traveled, there have been strict laws in place as to how much of an archaeological site can be dug up. Since the excavations are painstakingly slow and tedious and are taking place during the summer months of the year only, it takes quite a few years to expose ruins that lie twenty-two feet underground or more. And then there is the cataloguing, the reconstruction, and the finances.
We came across a site that was using drones to mark the area. We also visited a couple of sites that had year-round workers on or near the site but the majority of the sites had been excavated for more than fifty to over one hundred years and work continues at a snail’s pace. The magazine article stated that some 30 million people visit Greece each year, a large portion, no doubt, to explore the ruins. Turkey probably doesn’t receive as many visitors but the numbers continue to rise in Turkey as folks from Japan and Russia have found it to be welcoming.
Time and time again we were told that they best way to preserve the ruins was to keep them buried, and I suppose that is why they have limited the amount of land that can be excavated. But to see the ruins up close and touch them is a lot different than standing on top of a field, not realizing that underneath your feet was once a bustling city, complete with temples and marketplaces. In the article, the writer referred to a Hindu concept, darshan, roughly translated as the spiritual benefit gained from seeing an authentic thing. I understand the writer’s intent.
There is absolutely no way to gain this sensation from looking at a picture in a book or reading stories about the land. Through the sabbatical, I have been granted this opportunity to have this experience that not everyone gets to cherish. Thank you for such an opportunity and thank you in welcoming me back!
This Yakima Indian mother was proud to show me her little son, wrapped warmly and securely in a blanket on his papoose board. With every movement she made, the little shells dangling around her son’s head made a tiny jingling sound. She laughed at my delight and then explained that the sound of the shells was to keep the evil spirits away. (more…)