Everybody has a secret shame. Mine (or the one I'll admit here) is that I read People's website. Because it's a shame, in more ways than one, I'm not going to link to it here - I don't want anyone else to get hooked. Not that I'm hooked, exactly, but I do check it a few times a week. Or once a day. Sometimes twice. Whatever.
Which is how I found out that Nicole Richie - who weighs as much as I did in the fourth grade - is pregnant. Four months. With the child of some guy she's been dating since, oh, January. She's also facing jail time for a DUI charge.
Intellectually, I understand that people don't have children because they deserve them - that system, though it has its attractions, would only end up in a serious mess. How could someone who preaches grace be so cruel as to say that someone does not deserve her child?
But in what twisted world does Nicole Richie get pregnant when I - and thousands of other fertility-impaired women - can't?
You know, some days I have quite thoughtful responses to things. But today, at the end of a long day, in the midst of month 23 of trying to get pregnant, all I can muster up is this. Fuck it.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Yes, I'm bitter. Got a problem with that? DO YA?
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Every once in awhile, I feel the need to comment on a situation whose depth is far beyond my understanding. I have no idea if anyone will ever read this, nor does it particularly matter to me at the moment, since I am working this out for myself more than anyone else - but, over at RevGals, a storm has been brewing, and I've been thinking about what my response might be.
I don't really understand the facts of the whole situation, so this rumination is not as much a comment directly to that event as it has caused me to think about the larger issues at stake. (For a wonderful commentary from someone who is more knowledgeable, even though I don't completely agree with her, read this from More Cows.) To summarize how I understand it: a blogger was removed from the ring because content on her blog could cause problems, by association, for others on the ring. The primary issue at stake is the question of her polyamory - a committed relationship with more than one person. Bluntly, that is a way of life that I do not understand, and with which I have some problems (again, admitting that I don't really understand it). The presumption was that her inclusion in the blog could be problematic for those whose congregations know they are connected to RevGals. And it's that last part which seems to have caused the most controversy.
A few preliminary things: first, I found out about this the way you find out about things in high school, which is to hear rumors (in this case, through comments on a completely different post) and then to try and track down the truth. I find that irritating. I'm sure the ring and the blogger in question did not particularly want this issue publicized in the manner it was, though once you're in a public blog ring, it's pretty hard to keep the lid on. But I disliked the feeling I got from the whole thing: that the people who were really important knew about the controversy, and I was just standing on the sidelines trying to understand what the hell was going on. That's never pleasant. And my initial irritation was not the best entry into the discussion.
Second: as I have read a bit here and there, I do believe that the decision-makers in question did their best in a difficult situation. And the blogger in question has been tremendously gracious under impossible circumstances. But here's the question for me: where are the boundaries? This raises tremendously complicated problems. It seems to me no accident that even the earliest church struggled with questions of inclusion and exclusion, and certainly we haven't come all that far since, when you think about it.
I serve in a denomination - and a congregation, come to think of it - where ordination of gay and lesbian persons in committed relationships has not yet been approved. I pray that one day it will be - in fact, I trust and believe that one day, that will come to be. I believe my denomination and my congregation are wrong not to move forward. I have, honestly, not been particularly vocal about my opinion in my congregation (denominationally is a bit different). Am I protecting my job? Yes. Do I believe that I am doing some folks a disservice by not being more vocal? Yes. Do I know exactly how to deal with that? No. I do believe that I can preach and live the gospel without commenting directly on this question and still do my level best to help others live out the radical gospel - which, I pray, may lead them one day to the same conviction I have on this matter. I am sure that is not enough for some people, and I can understand why. But it is the uneasy truce with which I live.
So I have very little interest in exclusion from the church, or any organization representing the church, and RevGals could be called such an organization. On the other hand, there is some value in a community of people whose struggles and joys are quite unique - the value of finding one another, even in cyberspace, and knowing you are not alone. The shape of clergy life, and of life as a clergy woman, is not inherently more difficult than other ways of life. It is not better than, or more important than, any other calling. I detest the clergy attitude I hear too often: that this life is so much harder than anything else, that no one understands, that the congregation just doesn't get it. Maybe they don't - but, then again, I don't get what it is like to be a teacher, or a parent, or a real estate agent, or unemployed, or retired. So it's a basic human failure of empathy, not the triumph of clergy-dom as the career of martyrs. We ought to get over ourselves.
But one of the things I appreciate so much about RevGals, frankly, is its exclusionary nature - not that it seeks to exclude, but that it is, by definition, a blog ring for people connected to a certain sort of vocation. And that means that, by definition, we are excluding some people from participation. Again - not exclusion for its own sake, and not as a general practice, but so that it might be a safe and unique community for those who need support from one another.
I don't think, insofar as my fairly meager understanding of it would lead, that I can support polyamory as a way of life. But frankly, that's not the question for me. I have intentionally chosen to remain anonymous on this blog - and you can call me chicken for that, or you can appreciate that there are some things better left unsaid in congregations, and that my releasing of those things here makes me a better pastor in my context. So I have no risk here. No one will tar me with the brush of association - and that slippery slope is highly problematic to me. We are not going to agree on everything. Some of us in this ring would not be eligible for ordination in another blogger's denomination, and sadly, that's the truth.
But what we do have in common is a way of life that is hard to explain, and a need for collegial support. I appreciate that support. And I think it might (oh, fear and trembling here) require a bit of exclusion to be genuine. The problem, of course, is where that exclusion starts and ends. I have not yet figured that out for myself. So I will pray for those affected, including all those at RevGals, those who have left by choice or otherwise, and those who remain. May we learn to live together in honesty and in love - a balance nearly impossible to maintain.
For nothing will be impossible with God.
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Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Page 357 and Counting
That's how far I have gotten in Harry Potter 7 - page 357. Much to my chagrin, as I was hoping to be done by now. And, until I finish (tonight! We hope!), I'm avoiding most online chatter - including blogs and non-mainline news organizations - in the fear of finding out the ending before I get there.
Oh, how I wanted to bring the book to work today, but I knew it would be too distracting, so I managed to leave it at home. To which I have been waiting to return since I got here at 9:00am...
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Friday, July 13, 2007
Accio Friday Five!
I, like ReverendMother of RevGals, am a Harry Potter fan(atic) - saw Order of the Phoenix last night, as a matter of fact. So I'm delighted to accio my keyboard and produce my patronus...er, blog.
1. Which Harry Potter book is your favorite and why?
Oh, hard to pick - but I'd say six. I love the relationship between Dumbledore and Harry. (As an aside - I have to say that Richard Harris' death and the subsequent portrayals of Dumbledore by Michael Gambon are my only beef with movies three through five...I just miss Harris. He was perfect.)
2. Which character do you most resemble? Which character would you most like to get to know?
I'm Hermione, right down to the unruly curly hair and the oft-obnoxious school smarts. But I'd love to know Ginny - the whole Weasley crew, actually.
3. How careful are you about spoilers?
a) bring 'em on--even if I know the destination, the journey's still good
b) eh, I'd rather not know what happens, but I'm not going to commit Avada Kedavra if someone makes a slip
c) I will sequester myself in a geodesic dome to avoid finding anything out.
Definitely the last. I'm such a dork (see comment about Hermione above) that I seriously considered ordering my book shipped to the hotel out of town at which I will be attending a family wedding on July 21. I decided to stick with the house - but I will do my best to avoid any and all dropped hints between now and then.
4. Make one prediction/share one hope about book 7.
I hope Harry doesn't die. I also hope and suspect that Dumbledore is not dead...yet. I suspect the power of love given by Harry's parents will win out in the end, but somebody's going to die for sure. I'm guessing Ron. But then who will Hermione end up with?
5. Rowling has said she's not planning any prequels or sequels, but are there characters or storylines (past or future) that you would like to see pursued?
Nothing I hate more than an unnecessary sequel (see Gone With the Wind). It may not be the most Christian thing to say, but in this case - the end is the end. No more. I'll be happy to end it with book seven and call it a day.
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Tuesday, July 10, 2007
She Laughed
I've been thinking about the fact that the bible has a lot of stories about barren women. Well, not a lot in comparison to how many Psalms there are or how many times Jesus talks about money, but a fair number - it seems to have been a common problem among God's chosen women. And I find this intriguing.
So I've also been thinking about writing a series of meditations on my own experience with infertility and the experiences of these biblical women. I'd like to take pieces of their stories and reflect with them - there could be a number of meditations for each woman. The first one, below, is called "She Laughed" (you can guess who the subject is, I'm sure). It's not complete - when I re-read it now, after writing it several months ago, it sounds more bitter than I had intended - but I'd appreciate feedback, or at least a potential audience. These are not intended for preaching, by the way, but more as written material to ponder with.
Here goes.
She Laughed
They said to him, “Where is your wife Sarah?” And he said, “There, in the tent.” Then one said, “I will surely return to you in due season, and your wife Sarah shall have a son.” And Sarah was listening at the tent entrance behind him. – Genesis 18:9-10
I wonder what Sarah was thinking when she heard that. Who knows if the bible counts days and years the same way we do now – maybe Sarah wasn’t quite 90 when the angels showed up at their tent – but she was old, too old, and she knew that, and Abraham knew it too. And then she stands eavesdropping on the conversation between her husband and these three strangers, and hears the words she must have found completely, totally, utterly unbelievable.
In spite of the raging availability of angels nowadays – in ceramic, plasticine, or quilted form at least – I would have absolutely no idea what to do if three guys showed up at my door and one of them mentioned to my husband that I was going to have a son. This is part of the trick that infertility plays on your mind. Over and over again, like a terrible loop in your head, runs the phrase whispered as a chorus: I’m never going to have a baby. However old Sarah actually was, and however long she had waited to get pregnant, I’m sure it was a lot longer than I’ve been waiting at this point. I’m also quite sure that peeing on a stick, in bible times, was much less helpful than it is now for predicting ovulation and possible pregnancy. Though that whole striped-reeds thing worked well for Jacob…I might have to check that out.
But there’s also the divine-visitor aspect of it. I’m a bit jealous of Sarah over that one. Much better than an EPT. Gender prediction, even! I don’t anticipate angels arriving at my door with such an announcement. Doctors can be angelic, in the original sense: the idea of serving as messengers, as proclaimers of good news. But this is not the same thing.
I wonder how long it took before Sarah gave up hope. Was it after Ishmael? Was it even before that? Was it when her sisters had children, and her neighbors, and that girl down the street who got pregnant by accident? Did she cry herself to sleep at night? Did she rage against the totally unfair nature of it all? Because I feel sure that she had given up hope by the time the angels arrived. That’s why she laughed – because the idea was beyond ridiculous. If she had still been praying for a baby, still been secretly, even in the deepest part of her heart, hoping for one, she would not have laughed. She would have cried then, tears of relief and joy. You only laugh when a thing is so inconceivable as to be a joke.
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Friday, July 06, 2007
Friday Five: Hasty Edition
From RevGals...
Whoops! I have been in a family-induced haze these few days, with the July 4 holiday and taking time off while relatives are visiting. So I literally lost track of what day it was!
So rather than make you guys wait even one minute longer for the five, I'll dig up an oldie:
Today, what are you:
1. Wearing
A new shirt! And some shorts (work-appropriate), because it's bloody hot here. 103 yesterday, which is on the very high end of the mercury for us. And cute shoes: my weakness.
2. Reading
As usual, more than one thing. I'm frantically trying to finish Harry Potter 5 before the movie comes out next Wednesday; then I'll have to start 6 in time to finish before 7 is released in a few weeks. But I'm also reading Three Cups of Tea, a fantastic and true story of a man who starts a school in Pakistan. The charity which supports that now network of schools is linked on my blog on the right - check out The Central Asia Institute. Amazing stuff.
3. Eating
Nothing, at the moment, though I am pondering what treats I might find in the church freezer. Hang on a second.
Oh, lovely. I found a square of lemon cake with white frosting. So now I'm eating that.
4. Doing
Blogging. But I should be working on the sermon.
5. Pondering
Also, as usual, more than one thing: what the sermon will be; how the installation of cabinets is going in our house and whether my husband will be satisfied with them (happily, he's home to supervise as he is a raging perfectionist); a beautiful poem I heard on Morning Edition today, from an Iraqi-American poet; what I'm going to wear to a wedding we are attending tomorrow, and whether it will cover last week's brutal sunburn (oops); and now, how many calories are in this square of cake.
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Tuesday, July 03, 2007
*runs in to post something...at least a sermon*
I will repeat this to myself: "Life will slow down. Life will slow down." Or, more importantly, "I will slow my life down." And "I will blog more often."
In the spirit of that last one, I'm posting last Sunday's sermon. No time to write more at the moment, though I'm working on something about today's funeral.
Dear friends in Christ, grace and peace to you from God our Father and our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Amen.
This Wednesday, of course, is the 4th of July. Like most Americans, you are likely to watch fireworks someplace and eat hamburgers, maybe go to the lake or to a parade, hoist the flag at your house and listen to somebody playing the 1812 Overture or the Star-Spangled Banner.
When I was a kid, my favorite part of the 4th of July was the sparklers. Have you tried those? They’re like tiny little fireworks that you hold in your hand, and you light them and they shoot off sparks, and if you wave them around in the dark you can see the patterns of light they leave behind them. I like the sparklers but I was also a little afraid of them – they fascinated me, but I was always worried that they would catch me on fire or burn my hand. They were irresistible and terrifying at the same time.
Which is fairly appropriate when it comes to thinking about the real point of July 4th. One preacher says, “we call it Independence Day but sometimes I wish we would call it Freedom Day, so we could spend a little more time wondering what that word means. What are we free from? What are we free for? How do I know I am really free? Is my sweet liberty strictly a political thing – my freedom to speak, my freedom to vote – or is it a larger concept?”* What does it really mean to be free?
Americans are famous for loving and promoting a few things: freedom is one of them, maybe the primary one, and family is another. Perhaps by sheer coincidence but perhaps not, our biblical readings today address exactly those topics and, as the bible usually does, it gives both a twist you might not expect. It’s a good week to be thinking about what it really means to be free – freed from something, and freed for something. It’s also a good week to think about family, given that holidays of any sort are often a time when we are around family whether we want to be or not.
What comes to your mind first when you hear the word freedom? Chances are, there are as many answers to that as there are people in this room. It may be a symbol, like the flag or the Statue of Liberty. It may be an action on your part, like voting or saying the pledge of allegiance or singing the national anthem. It may be a person or group – veterans or those serving in the armed forces right now. It may be an emotion or a feeling, something hard to put into words. What does it really mean to be free?
Some 1900 years ago, St. Paul wrote a letter to the Christians of Galatia, a region in modern-day Turkey. His letter survives as the biblical book of Galatians, from which we read this morning. As with any biblical book and especially Paul’s letters, we are not entirely sure what was happening in the community to prompt the correspondence, but from what we can tell, Paul was concerned that the Christians in Galatia were being told that they had to observe Jewish laws and rituals in order to be really Christian.
So it makes a fair amount of sense that, when Paul writes to them about their freedom in Christ, he says this: “For freedom Christ has set us free. Stand firm, therefore, and do not submit again to a yoke of slavery.” That’s exactly how we think of freedom most of the time: freedom from something; from slavery, from oppression, from dictatorships, from war, from being told what to do with life.
But, while Paul wants the Galatians to be freed from some things, he is more concerned about what they do afterward – what they will do once they realize that Christ has set them free. And so he makes a jump that sounds he’s going backward: “for you were called to freedom, brothers and sisters,” he writes, “but do not use your freedom as an opportunity for self-indulgence, but through love become slaves to one another.” Wait a minute, Paul. Are we free? Or are we slaves? Once you’re free, why would you go back to being anything else?
Martin Luther picked up on Paul’s paradox in Galatians in an essay he wrote called, “The Freedom of a Christian.” “A Christian is a perfectly free lord of all, subject to none,” he wrote, and, “A Christians is a perfectly dutiful slave to all, subject to all.”
Obviously, neither Paul nor Martin Luther were Americans – not by nationality and neither, it would seem, in spirit. We are proud of freedom. We throw that word around a lot, especially around the 4th of July. The question is whether we really know what we mean when we say it.
Most of our American use of ‘freedom’ comes from talking about what we are freed from. Freed from taxation without representation; freed from being told how to worship; freed from unjust or cruel imprisonment; freed from monarchy. It’s much trickier to decide what we are freed for.
Which brings us to Jesus’ rather odd words about family – another discussion familiar to Americans, and another time that the bible puts quite a different spin on the topic. The real problem at issue is the cost of discipleship; the expense of following Jesus and his way into life. One potential disciple says with great fervor to Jesus, “I will follow you wherever you go.” Jesus warns him that this path has its complications, but he indeed invites him to follow, right now: and the man says he has only one thing left to do. “First let me go and bury my father,” he says, and if Jesus were really about family values the way we normally talk about them, we would expect Jesus to say something like, “yes, that’s appropriate, honor your father by burying him well, and then come and follow me.” But instead, Jesus bluntly tells them all that there is no turning back, even to honor parents or bid farewell to family – “no one who puts a hand to the plow and turns back is fit for the kingdom of God.”
We have claimed for many years that the United States is a Christian nation, but although many of the founding families were Christian, making such a claim is much more complicated than we might think. What would it mean for us, as a nation, to say that freedom means becoming a slave to all? What would it mean for us, as a nation, to say that Jesus’ vision of family has very little to do with mom, dad, two kids and a dog, and almost everything to do with obedience in faith? This is a lot harder than flying a flag at the church or singing “God Bless America” at a baseball game. The bible asks us hard questions about freedom, and what it’s really for. And Jesus asks us hard questions about family, and what it really means. There are no easy answers here. Freedom and family are like the sparklers you hold in your hand: beautiful and dangerous, irresistible and terrifying. Scripture warns about both, perhaps because God knows how quick we all are to make idols out of almost anything we can find.
What it comes down to in the end is a question of who we really are. You are an American, this is true. Whatever ethnic background your family comes from, however many nations are represented in your family tree, I am assuming that at least most, if not all, people in this room are citizens of this country.
And you are part of at least one family, if not two or three. You are sister, brother, husband, wife, cousin, uncle, child, parent. You are all of those things and each of them has shaped your life, but none of them contains the whole of you. You are Christian. You are a child of God. That is your truest identity, and it takes precedent over all others – over nationality and ethnicity and even family itself. You will not grow out of it. You can try your best to leave it behind, but even if you are the one to walk away, God still will not abandon you.
The freedom we find in Christ allows us to keep all our other roles in perspective. The call to love Jesus above everything else is a hard thing, but once we are tied to him, we find a freedom nothing and no one else can give. It is an irresistible and terrifying demand, and we afraid it will burn us, but following it will light up everything else. For if loving Jesus means losing something along the way – or even losing everything, should it come to that, even including nation and family and everything in-between - we are not to fear, because "buried in Jesus’ demand is also his promise"*: that true freedom does not belong to any flag, that Christ’s family is more diverse and far-reaching than we could ever have imagined, and that binding ourselves to him and enslaving ourselves to one another, is the only real freedom we will ever find. Amen.
*Two quotations taken from Barbara Brown Taylor: the first from "The Cheap Cure," in Home by Another Way; and the second from "Learning to Hate Your Family," in Teaching Sermons on Suffering: God in Pain.
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Friday, June 15, 2007
Friday Five: Books, Books, Books
From RevGals...
I've just returned from a meeting in Cambridge so I'm posting this late here in the UK (it is 3:45pm).. because I took the opportunity of a free afternoon in Cambridge's wonderful book shops... I only bought a few- and they were on sale- very restrained for me!!!
So with my head full of books I've seen and a long wish list in my mind, I bring you a Friday Five on books!!!
1. Fiction: what kind? Detective novels, historical stuff, thrillers, romance...
It's easier to identify what I don't read: science fiction, super-gory mysteries (Patricia Cornwell is too bloody for me), and romance. Other than that, I'll read anything with a good story. I love mysteries and, for some reason, I have a thing for books that take place in the UK.
2. When you get a really good book do you read it all in one chunk or savour it slowly?
Depends on how much time I have. Mysteries I tend to devour as quickly as I can; other books take a bit longer. During the school year, I read at night before bed, so it can take me awhile to finish something. In the summer, I have a bit more time and can read for longer stretches. Those public library summer book clubs had a real impact on me!
3. Is there a book you keep returning to and why?
Not so much a book as certain authors. They're like tuna noodle casserole; comforting, if not great cuisine. I always enjoy Rosamunde Pilcher and Maeve Binchy for light fiction. Every few years I re-read the whole Anne of Green Gables series, probably still my favorite of all time. (Along with Emily of New Moon, by the same author.) I also love to re-read the Bridget Jones' Diaries and Agatha Christie mysteries.
And yes, I'm reading Harry Potter again, in preparation for the final installment.
4. Apart from the Bible which non-fiction book has influenced you the most?
I'm not a big reader of non-fiction, honestly. But in college I was assigned a book called Number Our Days, about a Jewish retirement community, and it was fantastic. I believe it was also an Oscar-winning documentary, which I would love to see. Such an amazing story of growing old and the struggles which accompany that journey. I highly recommend it.
5. Describe a perfect place to read. ( could be anywhere!!!)
Exactly as the parentheses says: anywhere. Quiet. My current favorite place in the winter is our living room, with a fire going. In the summer, it's on the deck of the lake cabin (minus the inevitable jet skis).
And I'll throw in two bonuses (boni?) of my own - my two favorite quotes about books and reading.
I have always loved winter, because in winter you get to stay inside, and inside is where the books are. - Garrison Keillor.
The buying of more books than one can read is nothing less than the soul reaching toward infinity, and it is this passion alone which separates us from the beasts that perish. - A. E. Newton
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Thursday, June 14, 2007
On More Time Into the Fray
This week is Vacation Bible School EXTRAVAGANZA (a word I always believe requires capital letters) at our church. We've turned the sanctuary into a barn and we're singing, talking, and shouting that we need to "Listen Up!" to God the farmer.
I love Vacation Bible School. I love 100 elementary school kids filling the church building with songs and clapping and skits and snacks. I love that, in spite of all the technological changes in this world, we are still making crafts out of popsicle sticks. I love that these kids think VBS is the greatest thing ever and that they want us to do this every week. I love that they are loved by the volunteers and I believe they will remember that, even if they never remember any of the bible lessons.
This year we're also hosting our local church camp counselors, all of whom are here to lead our VBS as their way of practicing to go out this summer and lead day camps at churches all over the area. 60 college kids, so enthusiastic about life and ministry and kids and faith, with energy levels I can hardly believe. They are practicing, so they're not perfect - not all of them ought to play the guitar, it turns out - but what they might lack in some skills, they more than make up for in devotion.
Our local camp is one of the few co-owned by the ELCA and LCMS. If you are not Lutheran, those abbreviations probably mean nothing to you. If you are, you might know that this is something like divorced parents trying to share custody of a child. The ELCA (Evangelical Lutheran Church in America) is the liberal one. The LCMS (Lutheran Church - Missouri Synod) is the conservative one. Those are both vast and not entirely accurate generalizations, but you get the drift.
I've been leading a few one-hour theology sessions for the counselors in the afternoon. Some of them are ELCA; some are LCMS. Some are not Lutheran, though all are Christian. And this year, like almost every year, the thorny issue of women's ordination has arisen. Again.
That's the most divisive issue between the ELCA and LCMS; it's why the LCMS didn't join other Lutheran bodies in forming the ELCA in 1988. Missouri Lutherans do not ordain women. In some very conservative congregations, women don't even vote. Some Missouri churches, of course, are so liberal that they probably don't care and would ordain women if they could, but for the most part, this issue is still a live one - even though we celebrated the 35th anniversary of women's ordination two years ago. That means that women have been ordained in the Lutheran church since before any of these counselors were born. Even before I was.
Part of me welcomes the opportunity to talk about this issue. I believe myself to be quite open and non-defensive, and I don't mind engaging difficult issues as long as I am not being attacked. I don't mind showing you my interpretation of Luther's writings on ordained ministry, or my reading of those few passages in scripture that have been used to forbid women from this work.
But another part of me - and this part is getting slightly larger each year that I get asked the question - is tired of defending my existence as an ordained clergy person. Part of me gets so discouraged that people are still arguing about this, because if they're doing that, how much longer will it take for us to bless and welcome the ordained ministry of our gay and lesbian brothers and sisters?
I see so many gifted young women in this group and they ask eagerly about my sense of call, and I am delighted that they might sense that in themselves. It's not the most mature reaction, but I do get a bit pissed off when a few of their male colleagues question whether God could so call a woman. Have you not read the Magnificat? Do you not know Deborah and Lydia and Mary of Bethany? Do you remember who it was that Jesus first trusted to share the resurrection news?
Why do we think that restricting the ministry to a chosen few is a faithful interpretation of the scriptures? Or of Luther, for that matter, who sought to remind us that we are all called to be 'little Christs' in the world, and that no one ministry is more important than any other?
My goodness. I might need a nap. But those elementary school kids make it worthwhile. A few years ago, a mother of one of our 2nd graders told me that she and her son had been to visit a friend's church on Sunday. After worship, her son whispered to her, "Hey mom - I didn't know that boys could be pastors."
The Lord who sits in heaven laughs...
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However, although I know you are dead impressed with my vast biblical knowledge, you must also consider that the answers to "In Jesus' parable, who stopped to help a man in need?" were, "a.)Donald Trump; b.) Donald Duck; c.) Don Knotts; d.)A Samaritan." So I wouldn't run out and buy up my commentaries quite yet.
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Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Actually Thinking About the Sermon Before Friday Afternoon...
We're in the middle of the church-induced craziness known as Vacation Bible School this week, so there isn't a lot of extra time to think, but a colleague and I were visiting about the Sunday texts this morning and I've actually had some coherent sermon thoughts. And it's only Tuesday!
Everybody loves the story of David and Bathsheba. It has all the things you want from good reading (not to mention a soap opera) - intrigue, betrayal, sex, power, and the twist at the end. It's fun to preach on, because you can play around with the whole idea of "biblical family values." This is a phrase which, when used, causes me to think that the speaker has never actually read the bible. Most biblical families are effed up. (That line won't preach; don't worry, I won't try.)
And the way Nathan stings David! Great stuff. Speaking truth to power - don't we all wish we could do the same, at one point or another?
Then this great story is paired with the is-she-or-isn't-she-Mary-Magdalene passage in Luke (I'll tip my hand; she's not) about sin and forgiveness. Which, in it's own right, has overtones of sensuality, if not strictly sexuality, and certainly of sin.
So you could definitely focus on human sexuality if you're reading these two stories. Heaven knows that my own denomination, the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America, has been completely entranced by such discussions for the last ten years.
Except that it occurs to me that the vast majority of the "gotcha!" stories about morality in both Old and New Testaments are not about sex: they're about money. And heaven also knows that most of us would rather talk about sex than money any day, especially from the pulpit.
I think Jim Wallis once wrote that he cut out of his bible all the passages where Jesus talks about money, and he hardly had anything left. If you tried that exercise with all the passages where Jesus talks about sex, you'd still have tons of decent reading material. What does that tell us? How we treat each other as human beings is certainly important, and sex is part of that. But nothing gets people's ire up as much as someone having an affair. Would we have been half so interested in Bill Clinton's sin if it had been revealed that he didn't tithe? Would Ken Starr have been able to spend forty million dollars dragging that out into the courts?
And what does it say about us that the very prospect of that last suggestion is completely, utterly ridiculous?
These stories are a little bit about sex. But they are mostly about power. And the way Jesus addressed those in power most often was not to talk about their sex lives; it was to talk about whether they were loving the widow and the orphan with their checkbooks.
This could either be the greatest sermon ever, or it could get me fired. Or possibly both, which seems exactly the point.
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Friday, June 08, 2007
Friday Five: Getaway Island Edition
From RevGals...
We snitched a bit of time on an quiet island nearby this week. It was a last minute plan, escaping with a minimal amount of preparation. One must have essentials that make it a relaxing time. Perhaps you have had this opportunity to escape, or maybe it's only been a thought to get away. However, suppose you were told to pack some essentials for a trip to get away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life.
Describe your location, in general or specific terms and....
1) What book(s) will you bring?
Right now, I'm reading (as usual) several books: summer mind candy (Whitethorn Woods by Maeve Binchy); a more serious novel (The Good German); and, also as usual, at least one church-related book (The Practicing Congregation, by Diana Butler Bass). For island reading, I'd probably add another novel and leave the church book at home.
2) What music accompanies you?
I'll take my ipod full o' stuff (I guess that's an answer to the fourth question) - but my favorite vacation music is usually in the soundtrack genre. I love good soundtracks since you can get a variety of music in one album. Some favorites, both old and new: Grey's Anatomy, seasons 1 & 2; SIiding Doors; The Truth About Cats & Dogs; In Good Company. And, as long as I have the ipod, I can also listen to my very favorite podcasts: "Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me," and "This American Life."
3) What essentials of everyday living must you take (as in the health and beauty aids aisle variety)?
I definitely require sunscreen. My ethnic background sun-formula goes like this: British paternal side + Swedish maternal side = girl who burns in 5 minutes.
I'd also need to bring coffee. Frankly, my very naturally curly hair would do its own thing anyway, so other beauty aids are unnecessary.
4) What technological gadgets if any, will you take with you or do you leave it all behind?
See #2 - I'm takin' the ipod. Everything else can stay at home. Especially the alarm clock.
5) What culinary delights will you partake in while there?
I love guava juice. And pineapple. (Obviously I'm going for 'tropical island' here.) And good fish: mahi mahi or tuna, maybe. But hey - anything I don't have to cook always tastes just fine!
As a bonus question, what makes for a perfect day on vacation for you?
I get up, get a cup of coffee, find my book, and sit on the couch to read. Twelve hours later, I go back to bed. That's about it.
I might knit, eat lunch and dinner, and do a few other things. But truthfully, I could read all day.
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Friday, June 01, 2007
Friday Five: Hopes, Visions and Dreams
From Sally at Rev Gals...
My house has been full of young people all week, young people who have just left school, young people with an eye on the future. Their laughter energy, and hope are infectious, so with that in mind- this Friday 5 is about hopes, visions and dreams...
1. Think back to the time you left High School, what were your hopes visions and dreams for your life/for the world?
For my life? I really don't remember, except that I was delighted to get out of high school and head to college. High school was not my favorite time of life. Funny, I was just thinking about that this morning before I saw the Friday Five: our niece is particularly unhappy in high school at the moment, and I remember so well some of that heartache and confusion.
2. Have those hopes visions and dreams changed a lot, or are some of them still alive and kicking? (share one if you can)
Well, I did in fact go to college, and it was every bit as great as I hoped it would be. One of my 'dreams,' if you could call it that, in high school, was to make a lot of money and come to my 10th reunion happy, wealthy, and totally unlike my high school self - and rub it in to all those people who made high school less than fun. But I got over that a long time ago, thankfully, and I'm quite embarrassed that I ever had such a desire. I'm glad that one changed.
3. Hebrews 11:1 " Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. " Comforting, challenging or frustrating?
Oh, all three. The comfort is knowing, trusting, that there is more than we can see, both personally and in the life of the world. The challenging bit is waiting patiently for it, or working diligently for it, depending on the circumstance. And boy, is it frustrating when you spend so much time waiting for something that seems to have absolutely no discernible reason for delay. (Can you hear the question in-between these lines? "Why I am not pregnant yet???")
4. If resources were unlimited, and you had free reign to pursue a vision what would it be?
Here's the thing about that question: I don't really find it very helpful. (No offense, Sally.) In one way, God promises that resources are unlimited; we just have to find a way to distribute them more equitably. But on the other hand, keeping a huge vision on hold just because you don't have enough resources may be a reality - and simultaneously betrays the whole nature of dreams and visions. So I'd rather think about what visions I have for the life and resources I have right now.
5. Finally with summer upon us- and not to make this too heavy- share your dream holiday....where, when and who with...
Okay, now I'm going to completely contradict my whole earlier statement about thinking beyond your resources! Coming out of a long and grey winter, I'd pick someplace completely tropical - a secluded island, the kind with that perfect white sand and sky blue ocean that you see in magazines. I'll take my husband, and maybe a few other friends. And we will lay around, read books, eat great food, drink good wine, and sleep in.
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Friday, May 25, 2007
Friday Five: Hard Habit to Break
From Rev Gals...
As many of you know, I have been experimenting with some severely curtailed Internet usage. I realized that I had gotten into some bad habits, which got me thinking about habits in general. I understand that a habits/random facts meme has already been going around. In the hopes that it hasn't hit too many of us yet, be as lighthearted or as serious as you'd like with the following:
1. Have you ever successfully quit a bad habit, or gotten a good habit established? Tell us about how you did it.
This year I quit visiting a certain website for Lent. This is not a bad site - in fact, it's a message board for newly married women, and the particular page I am, okay, obsessed with, is the page for women having trouble conceiving. I find a lot of support there, which is good. But I can also spend WAY too much time there, which is bad. Giving it up for Lent worked remarkably well. I have gone back since Easter, and I need to give it up again - at least at work. I usually break bad habits by giving myself a specific time in which I can indulge: for example, I have a latte every Tuesday morning on my way to work. Because I know I can have one on Tuesday, I don't crave one the rest of the week. Putting something entirely off-limits generally doesn't work for me - it just makes the forbidden even more attractive. I go for moderation. So I think I'll repeat the Lenten pattern with my problem website: visit only at home.
2. "If only there were a 12-step program for _________________!"
Being superstitious. Seriously. I have a problem with this.
3. Share one of your healthy "obsessions" with us.
I have become a knitting freak. I love it. I have no shame about it.
4. Share the habit of a spouse, friend or loved one that drives you C-R-A-Z-Y.
I love my husband, but he does this thing to clear his throat - this kind of HRAKK sound - that drives me insane. And then he spits this crap in the sink, which bugs me even more. I realize this is a stupid and petty peeve, but there you have it.
5. "I'd love to get into the habit of ___________________."
Walking every day. I've been working on it, but I think I might be fundamentally lazy when it comes to physical activity.
Bonus: What is one small action you might take immediately to make #5 a reality?
I really am working on it: I've been wearing a pedometer since May 1 and it keeps me cognizant of days when I sit still for too long. But I think this is going to be a long-term thing.
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Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Still Here...
So I haven't written in a few weeks, because May has turned into a month of insanity. To top it off, today marks the fourth funeral in ten days for our congregation (and yes, I feel petty complaining about doing funerals since, after all, I'm not the one in the coffin - but four funerals is hard work).
The fourth reception is going on as I type. Just time for my random observation of this morning.
Is it odd for a formally dressed pastor, in suit and clergy collar, to drive down the road with a latte, singing "Are You Going to Go My Way" with Lenny Kravitz, on her way to a funeral?
Yes. But that was me this morning. And from the looks I got on the freeway (I only do this sort of thing on the freeway - it's not like I sing along in the funeral procession itself), other people think it's odd too.
But sometimes you just need to blow off a little steam. Hopefully I'll have time for more blogging after this week is over.
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Friday, May 11, 2007
Friday Five: Potato, Po-tah-to Edition
From Rev Gals...
There are two types of people in the world, morning people and night owls. Or Red Sox fans and Yankees fans. Or boxers and briefs. Or people who divide the world into two types of people and those who don't. Let your preferences be known here. And if you're feeling verbose, defend your choices!
1. Mac? (woo-hoo!) or PC? (boo!)
Why yes, the Friday Five author reserves the right to editorialize!
I used to be a PC person. But then I married a Mac person, and he converted me to the Steve Jobs cult. And I'm stuck with a PC laptop that I insisted on buying when we were first dating and I didn't trust him yet...woe is me!
2. Pizza: Chicago style luscious hearty goodness, or New York floppy and flaccid?
Definitely Chicago: the crust is the best part of pizza.
3. Brownies/fudge containing nuts:
a) Good. I like the variation in texture.
b) An abomination unto the Lord. The nuts take up valuable chocolate space.
"If with Christ you died to the elemental spirits of the universe, why do you live as if nuts belonged in brownies?" (A slightly less known translation of Colossians 3:20.) No nuts. Only chocolate.
4. Do you hang your toilet paper so that the "tail" hangs flush with the wall, or over the top of the roll like normal people do?
Over the top. This is a very judgmental list, but I'm okay with that, since I agree with all the judgments.
5. Toothpaste: Do you squeeze the tube wantonly in the middle, or squeeze from the bottom and flatten as you go just like the tube instructs?
I happily disregard the directions to "squeeze from the bottom," at least until I get to the very last bit of toothpaste in the tube. Everybody needs a little chaos in their lives.
For a bonus, I'll add these dichotomies:
...black coffee, never with cream and sugar.
...dark chocolate, not milk (with a few exceptions)
...red wine, not white (except with salmon in the summer)
...CNN, never Fox news (though NPR is best of all)
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Thursday, May 10, 2007
Hang On
Today I have a dentist appointment, which reminds me of my childhood dentist experiences. (I actually like going to the dentist, by the way.)
But germane to this particular post is that my childhood dentist always had posters on the ceiling, so you had something to look at while your mouth was wide open and being worked on by people in white coats. One poster, I remember, was the classic "cute kitten holding on to edge of some surface by claws," with the caption, "Hang On, Baby."
That's this week: preach last Sunday morning, tear out of church to make it to the airport for a flight to L.A. for conference, return today to plan frantically for this Sunday's sermon and the youth service, happily discover that we have canceled the scheduled lock-in for Friday night since I have two funerals on Saturday, and then weddings the next Saturdays of May...
It's one of those months. So posts may be few and far between. I'm hanging on, baby.
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Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Duck, Duck, Goose
(Disclaimer: it turns out that my midwestern friends, from seminary, all played "Duck, Duck, Grey Duck" in childhood. "Goose" is apparently a west coast thing. So you can substitute your choice of water fowl at will.)
We used to play this game as children. You sat nervously in a circle, waiting for the tagger to touch your head, waiting expectantly to see who would be the "goose" and have to chase around the circle, trying to be the first to sit in the empty spot. I never wanted to be the goose, because a.) I don't really like to run, and b.) as a child, I preferred to be in the background most of the time. Shy Lutheran kid, I guess. "Don't pick me, don't pick me," would run through my head as the tagger approached. She touched my head..."not me not me not me not me"...and moved on to the next kid in the circle. "GOOSE!" Away they ran. I was relieved.
You think this game ends with childhood, but it's been back with a vengeance lately. Whose body is more likely the culprit for our non-pregnancy? Post-coital test, duck. Acupuncture, duck. Pre-natal vitamins, duck. Try not to stress, try to relax, duck. But the hand is approaching, someone coming near. Someone is getting tagged this time. Semen analysis. GOOSE.
So the hand seems to have passed me by. But I am not relieved this time. I can understand why infertility tends to create such problems for couples; when you're frustrated that something you "should" be able to do naturally - something other people seem to do with little time, lots of tequila, or total carelessness - doesn't happen, it's easy to place blame. And the first person I blamed was myself.
I don't know why, really. Statistics say that about 40% of fertility problems are female, about 40% are male, and the rest are either a combination of both, or a total mystery. It was easier to blame myself, I suppose, because I could try to do something about it. I could take vitamins, try to relax, take my basal body temperature, stop using the hot tub, pray like Hannah, stop drinking wine (okay, that lasted about three months), try acupuncture, go to the doctor. It seemed like it should be me, since my body was the one not getting pregnant. But it turns out that I might be the duck.
And my beloved may be the goose. Which comes as absolutely no relief. One bad number in the whole lot does not hopelessness make, but it sure feels that way. Apparently there's quite a ton of the little buggers, and they swim like champs, but not enough of them are the right shape. Come on, people! Aren't we supposed to be all about diversity these days? God doesn't care what shape, size, or color you are - why should your eggs? But eggs persist in being quite choosy, it would seem. Damn.
Deep down, there is a bit of relief that I'm the duck. Not because I can blame him, but because it means that there's still hope. And it turns out that the only way I can envision carrying a child, at this point, is if it were my husband's. I completely understand why women choose donor sperm, and it might be that we will get to that point, but for now, even the distant possibility that there might not ever be a baby with his piercing blue eyes and stubbornness and kindness and cowlick is too much to bear.
Any doubt you ever had about your marriage rears its ugly head when things like this happen. I've never had any serious doubts, but still - who hasn't, in the midst of a crummy day, wondered if there could have been someone else? If you had married that ex-boyfriend, met someone different...would there be a baby now? Believe me, this is not a train of thought I'm eager to get on, but denying that it exists would be a falsehood. I love my husband. I don't want to be married to anyone else. And yet, even I wonder.
So now we head to a different set of doctors than the ones I thought we'd be seeing. Probably less testing for me and more for him - and maybe we'll send him to the acupuncturist for awhile.
It all makes me want to say...well, for the purposes of this post, we'll go with "Mother Ducker." Seems appropriate.
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Thursday, April 26, 2007
What's On YOUR Desk?
I found this in another blog and thought it was a simultaneously fun and depressing exercise. Fun: the variety of things on my desk reflect the variety in ministry. Depressing: the permanently chaotic state of my desk.
I have a very large desk. So, to keep this from being too long (and warning - it's going to be long enough anyway), I'll stick with what's on the main section...
A pile of papers, on top of which is last night's Pentecost Quiz for confirmation; another pile, which has a Prepare/Enrich inventory on the top; my LBW; a digital camera with which I am supposed to be taking pictures, right now; Free of Charge by Miroslav Volf, just recommended to me; Grace (Eventually) by Anne Lamott, open to page 135.
Yet another pile of papers with an article called "Ethical Decisions About War" on top; a box of sketches from an artist we are commissioning to do a painting in our entryway; a fax; my lunchbox; my confirmation bible; a clipboard with the sign ups to help provide new hymnals for the sanctuary; scissors, a ruler, and a pencil which I was using to do a little craft project for the Relay for Life sign-up; the omnipresent coffee mug; a lovely picture of the church given to me by a parishioner.
I vacillate between reveling in the chaos of my desk and really, really wanting to clean it. But the cleaning isn't happening today, that's for sure.
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Tuesday, April 24, 2007
I Do, I Don't
I swore, upon entering the ordained ministry, that I would NEVER become one of those cynical pastors who said, "I'd much rather do a funeral than a wedding."
It took about six months to change my mind. As one colleague says, "at least at a funeral the guest of honor never argues with you." Have I introduced myself? I'm Pastor Cynical.
Truthfully, a good wedding can be wonderful. Working with a reasonably healthy couple who want a marriage, not just a wedding, is a lot of fun. I've presided at a few weddings that were fantastic, and not necessarily in the Martha Stewart way - some of the most memorable involved very little from the "wedding industrial complex," as one friend puts it. Those weddings are great.
But for every one of those there are a few less-than-healthy couples, with dysfunctional families, where people argue about the processional music and the mother of the bride asks me, in clipped tones, to make sure I sweep the sidewalk clear of grass bits before the ceremony tomorrow. I am not making this up.
Or brides whose cleavage distracts even me, or groomsmen who keep ducking out of the building for a smoke, a friend designated to push the "start" button on the CD player who says, "Is this going to be over quick? Because I've got to tap the keg," or mothers of the groom who insist that their child doesn't need premarital counseling. I am not making any of these up.
And those can be kind of funny - it's more difficult when the couple has tremendous issues, and I feel like they maybe shouldn't be doing this, but...
A couple was in my office this afternoon. She comes from a previous, abusive marriage. She has two sons, and they have a daughter together. He is pretty damn controlling and doesn't understand why his yelling scares her. She doesn't really want much structure for the kids and he thinks they should straighten up. His dad was a loud alcoholic, but he doesn't think that really affects him at all. Her parents split years ago and she's never had a healthy relationship in her life. I have never seen a couple score lower on the Prepare-Enrich Inventory.
Marriage seems like a really good idea here.
Over the past eight years, I've done three weddings about which I had serious, serious concerns. This one will make four. Out of fifty-some weddings, that's not a high number, but one of those is too many. I pray for these couples. They need serious counseling, and all I can do is give them the name and phone number of a decent therapist (which, believe me, I have done with the current couple).
It's not a good feeling. I hope and pray they will be okay, and maybe they will be. I hope and pray that he will not beat the life out of her, that she will find her own voice, that their kids will not grow up and repeat all these crappy patterns.
Today I know exactly what Anne Lamott was talking about:
I thought such awful thoughts that I cannot even say them out loud because they would make Jesus want to drink gin straight out of the cat dish. It drove me to my knees. I prayed about it...I prayed for a miracle. I wrote her name down on a slip of paper, folded it up, and put it in the box that I use as God's In box. "Help," I said to God. (from Traveling Mercies)
Help, I said to God.
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