Archive for May, 2018

When Does Peace Come?

Wednesday, May 30th, 2018

Some words sound like what they are.  The word “shalom”, Hebrew for “peace”, is one such word.

How is it that we find peace?  How is it that we find shalom?

One way to hold it is that peace will come when our external circumstances change.  Peace, in other words, arrives when we finally have more money or more time or a more amenable partner. But that kind of peace rarely comes.  We either fail to attain those goals or we attain those goals, only to still find ourselves still anxious.

Peace comes, quite simply, when we decide it does.

As part of this job, I have been honored to meet some real heroes, people whose life story many would characterize as horrific.  Matt Pennington who lost a leg in Iraq, Eva Korr who survived the Holocaust, Kevin Hines who attempted suicide, Scarlett Lewis who lost her son Jesse at Sandy Hook. Despite unspeakable tragedy, all of them carry a palpable peace about their lives. I think they are there because they traveled through the fire and came out the other end with a choice, a choice they made in the direction of forgiveness and love.

New Church theology puts it beautifully … God does not rest until love takes the lead. When love takes the lead, regardless of life’s circumstance, we find peace. Shalom.

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God Way Beyond Words

Friday, May 25th, 2018

We come, over our lives, to experience God often out beyond language.

“Mystical.”  Nothing detached here, nothing disembodied here, but an attempt to find a word that captures what is beyond words, the root of “mystic” going back to the Greek word for closing your lips.

We KNOW this.  That much of God lies joyously beyond words.

Two evenings ago, on one side of the porch donations for Stenton Family Manor homeless shelter, all organized by Lee.  On the other side a small offering of food to go to Prevention Point for an evening meal, all organized by Mary. That is an experience of God beyond words.

Maybe the stories of love-in-action, shared in community, are the closest words we are given.  And all that brings a smile!

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Adventures in Missing the Point… and Finding It Again

Tuesday, May 15th, 2018

It is forever easy to miss the point.

As a Pastor, personally, missing the point happens when I value study over relationships, a packed house on Sunday over service with those who suffer, my insights over the lived word of the congregation.

Study, full Sunday services, and personal insights are wonderful things.  And they place second to relationships, service, and an honoring of the lived experience of others.

Keeping to the right metrics is challenging. Relationships, service, welcoming other voices becomes messy, lacking edges, embracing discomfort, requiring trust, opening the field as it were where God can do His work.

And with the right metrics, with that mess, comes a much better adventure!