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June 16, 2019, 12:00 AM

My Two Cents


If I had known how dear my childhood teachers in church would   become to me, I would have treated them so much better. Or at least I hope so.

If I had known that I was going to become an avid reader I wouldn’t have rolled my eyes at Birdie Law that morning she brought enough copies of C.S. Lewis’ “Screwtape Letters” into our 7th grade Sunday school class for everyone to have their own. Or at least I hope so.

If I had known John Garver would have taught me the importance of personally welcoming everyone who walks through the doors of the church, I wouldn’t have made a game out of avoiding his Sunday morning handshakes. Or at least I hope so.

If I had known how Sharon Boice’s uncomfortably long and way-too-close hugs were eventually going to teach me how important it is for the church to create a safe place for those who live with mental     illness, I wouldn’t have made fun of her cat eye glasses so often with my friends. Or at least I hope so.

If I had known that Peggy Kost would become one of my mom’s most trusted friends through years of sitting next to each other in the alto section of the choir, I might not have commented so often on her sometimes wobbly alto voice. Or at least I hope so.

If I had known that Laura Katsiftis was going to call me of all people that summer when I worked as the church custodian, to come and  visit her husband who had just been told he “got the cancer”, I wouldn’t have winced through middle school every time she called me “Ricky Boy”. Or at least I hope so.

Adults, listen up! Every time we come to church, we also become teachers. Our students who zip in and out of the gathering space may not realize they’ve joined our class. They probably won’t show us their appreciation for the lessons we teach. But, one of these days they will remember us well. Or at least we hope so.

Welcome to worship!

 




May 1, 2019, 12:00 AM

My Two Cents


“My daughter is on the brink of everything.”

This is how Courtney Martin described her sixteen month old daughter in her essay “Reuniting with Awe”. Everything her little girl experiences ushers in a whole new world- a daisy, an M&M, being swung by her hands- “do it again, mommy!”

This is also the title for Parker Palmer’s newest book- “On the Brink of Everything”. Palmer is about to turn 80 and has been writing for most of those years. This book is his reflection on “Grace, Gravity, and Getting Old”. After acknowledging that his body is showing plenty of the effects of having lived eighty years, he boldly claims that he likes being old, especially when he is able to live in the moment and savor the little things each new day brings- a good night’s sleep, the way the sun lights up the frost on his bedroom window at sunrise, and the first sip of his morning coffee.

Each day to which he awakens is another day to be on the brink of everything. Which is also how I like to think of the life of this 115 year old congregation. Sure, we are old! But, we are also on the brink of everything!

Consider our recent life:

We are on the brink of living into our call to welcome all of God’s people- not only to give everyone a place at the table but to ask everyone to help us design the menu! What a delight it is as your pastor to look around and find members of the LGBTQ+ being warmly and enthusiastically drawn into the bonds of this community. And how cool is it that we have a growing number of people in our faith community for whom English isn’t their first language. All means all!

We are on the brink of becoming a neighborhood congregation with a metropolitan draw. Most of our newest members have come to us from right around the neighborhood while dozens of people we never see in Sunday morning worship (but are here during the week for school or maybe a little support) think of this as their church! Meanwhile our history, our denominational identity and our vibrant music and worship lures people of faith to worship here from far and wide.

We are on the brink of a new generation of children growing up in our midst while taking seriously our ministry to individuals and families without kids. Maybe you’ve noticed the growing number of kids here on Sunday morning learning the stories of Jesus and developing a love of worship AND community service. Meanwhile things like study groups, women’s retreats and Theology on Tap give the adults around here a precious opportunity to open up with one another.

And, dare I say it, we are on the brink of a new kind of Christianity, a kind of Christianity that seeks to take the life-affirming practices of the secular world like Yoga, gardening, book clubs, meditation, play groups and volunteering; and center them in the life of Jesus Christ.

This is an exciting time to be part of the church. This is an exciting time to be a member of the faith community we call Christian Temple. At such a time as this, we call upon all the members of this congregation to consider making a financial pledge that will help us take the thrilling steps that will carry us from “on the brink” into “a brand new world”!

Shalom,

Rick

 




April 1, 2019, 12:00 AM

My Two Cents


Last week’s lectionary text was Jesus’ story of the Loving Father, also known as the Parable of the Prodigal Son. Who can forget the last line of that great story which calls us all to the party of forgiveness, where those we thought were dead are alive again, and dad is urging the righteous to let it go and take a turn on the dance floor.

Sometimes those we had given up for dead come wandering back into our fields again. Sometimes the tumor begins to shrink. Sometimes the brakes stop us just before impact.

Other times not. Other times the loss happens. We are devastated and left to scrounge around for the pieces of what formed our lives, like the family returning to the concrete slab where their home used to be, searching for something, anything, that might bring them the comfort of the familiar.

The season of Lent may not be for everyone.  But it is especially designed for anyone who has felt the full force of a loss that feels beyond     redemption. Without saying too soon that everything will be all right, Lent provides the stillness we need to look at those broken pieces that used to fit so well together and begin- just begin- to wonder about how they might be rearranged and put back into a new place.

Having experienced only a small fraction of the loss others around me have endured this year, I am still reminded of the very first steps in that process of piecing things back together. The Bible tells us that after Satan had finished tempting Jesus, the angels came and ministered to him. I think this is what happens with us too.

We may or may not have known someone who has had a miracle cure delivered just in the nick of time. But, I’ll bet we have witnessed the astounding miracle of the power of angels, gathered to offer healing. Some of those angels fly in from across the country at a moment’s    notice. Others spend the whole day before the funeral dinner slaving away in the kitchen. Look at that one angel braving rush hour traffic to    deliver half a dozen meals-for-one to a home still fresh with grief. And I may be mistaken, but I could swear that the room in the restaurant- the one reserved for the grieving family- is somehow filled with so much laughter it’s hard to make yourself heard.

Lent isn’t always sad. But it does take loss seriously. And what it lacks in easy assurances it more than makes up for in faithful angels who hear the call to gather around us, who minister to us and who promise to stay for as long as it takes, maybe even until  the first glimmers of Easter  begin to slice through the darkness.

 

Shalom,

Rick

 




March 1, 2019, 12:00 AM

My Two Cents


God Words

Some words are unmistakable in their meaning. Baseball, daffodil and lawnmower come to mind, especially during these days of longing for spring.

Other words can mean almost anything. A few weeks ago in worship we talked about the word ‘love’. It’s not only a splendored thing, it has so many meanings. What comes to your mind when you hear the word college? Or restaurant?

A few weeks ago a group of us were introduced to a way of describing the second kind of word- the kind with many meanings. Our leader called them “God Words”.

Those of us who use the word ‘God’ invoke    wildly different and often contradictory images. When a young person (or an older person for that matter) says with great fear and trembling,  “I don’t think I believe in God anymore”, I try to   remember to say something like, “Tell me about the God you don’t believe in. I may not believe that God either.” Sometimes that frees us up to talk about other ways to think of the same word.

A God Word is a word that has so many meanings people who use it are often talking right past each other.

Some examples? A person stands up in a church meeting and says, “We need more diversity” Most likely more needs to be said about what that person means by diversity. Privilege can be a God word. Some people use it suggest being part of the one percent- the elite. Others are talking more generally about the opportunities one group of people has simply by virtue of who they are- not because of what they do. Whenever the word “growth” comes up in a conversation it might be a good idea to ask, “What do you mean when you say growth?”

Hearing the decision made this week by the United Methodist church to retain its current ban on gay clergy and same sex marriage made me think of the God word “church”.

For me this word is golden. It has always communicated two things: the unmerited love I received as a little kid who would often get the giggles in worship and, as a bigger kid, who was absolutely certain I had a better answer than anyone else to solving the world’s problems; AND the unequivocal call to extend love to others- ALL others- by offering    hospitality and working for justice.

This is what church means for me. But I fear that for so many- and now maybe even more- church is another word for describing that place where we get to belong and you don’t. Which means that, for those of us who love the church, our work is cut out for us. Let’s do our best to make church a “God thing” more than a “God word”.

Shalom, Rick

 




February 1, 2019, 12:00 AM

My Two Cents


“On Ainslie Pond”

Anyone who has visited Christian Temple over the past six months has seen a new geographical feature winding its way through our playground- the Christian Temple Pond. Or maybe we should call it the “Ainslie Pond”.

While the origins of this new Catonsville body of water are still mysterious it presence is very real. Once in that space there were parents slipping their toddlers into the chairs for their first swing set ride. Now there is a pond surrounding a twin A-frame work of modern art painted fire engine red.

The pond seems to be fed by water oozing out from the railroad ties at the top of the swing set bay. While the source is difficult to pinpoint the runoff is strong and steady, running through the cut we made in the sidewalk and cascading down the hill where it is once again absorbed into the ground. Some people pay a lot of money for such landscaping.

Possible sources of our new water hazard?

Some would say an abandoned water line that once serviced the Carriage House that sat half way up the hill is the culprit. Could be.

Others wonder if there once was a water fountain for thirsty boys and girls in the middle of the old equipment- a water fountain that had been capped until last year? Longtime Catonsvillians say no.

A few neighbors say they remember a drain pipe that poked out of the hillside just above where our pond has formed. The drainpipe could have been capped when they renovated the playground and dug out the swing set bay twenty years ago. This sounds interesting.

But just about everyone who sees the pond and ventures a guess as to its robust and very steady runoff down the hill will conclude their favorite theory by making reference to 2018 being the wettest year on record. Especially since the pond was born in July, the wettest month of 2018.

“We did get a ton of rain this year. Maybe all that rain still needs a place to go.”

So, while our brightest and best lean into solving this riddle we have a pond at our church. On the one hand it is a nuisance and a liability. On the  other maybe our natural baptismal pool can be seen as a metaphor for what lies at the heart of what we believe as Disciples of Christ: God’s grace is mysteriously given to the world and fills the low places of our lives until our cup runneth over.

If you haven’t seen the Ainslie pond yet, “Come, walk beside its still waters, and see how Moses wasn’t the only one who brought water from the rock. But you better hurry. Our pond won’t be around for long.

Shalom,

Rick

 


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