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The video gives a good introduction to the Passion Play in Oberammergau, Germany.  I traveled there recently with a group of 11 others from our area to see the play and enjoy the Alps of Bavaria and Austria.  The play itself was massive in scope, involving thousands of villagers in its production, and visually stunning. But it is also spiritually powerful and moving in a very personal way. Since we could not take photos of the play, I offer this video to share the spirit of that experience.

Safe distance

Safe distance, originally uploaded by Ron Dauphin.

An Amish family visits Dundee Falls. The younger children were barefoot but not allowed to dip their feet in the water. Dad held tightly to the youngest boy and made sure they all stayed at a safe distance from us and from the water.  As we were leaving, they piled into a Chrysler minivan with a rented driver.

I love this picture for it’s watercolor look.

A day in the life

It wasn’t a “typical day” in any sense, though I’m not sure I’ve ever had one in this job.  But here’s a glimpse into a Monday (June 28) in the life of this pastor:

8:45 a.m. Phone call on my way to the office: the church secretary’s father is gravely ill and the family has been called to rally around.  Brief stop at the office, then off to hospital to learn he has already passed away. Spent some time with the family.

10:00 Back to office where air conditioning is out; a new motor has been ordered.  It’s 84-degrees today and humidity is hanging in the air.  Offices, on the second floor, are getting unbearably hot.

Internet is not working at office for the second day. Don’t know what’s wrong, but we are switching phone/internet providers, and maybe the switchover will solve the problem, but I don’t know when that will happen.  Tried resetting the server with no success.  Staff has no access to email, but I can read my messages on my phone and give brief responses on the tiny keyboard.  Longer messages will have to wait.

10:30 Technician from cable company arrives to install new phone service and internet!  He needs access to wiring, modems, servers that I don’t know about.  We figure it out after lots of poking around in closets on various levels of the building.

10:45 State elevator inspector shows up for annual visit.  Needs access to elevator control room, and I have to find the key. The emergency phone in elevator not working because of new installation.  Will we be cited?  No phones are working anywhere in building.

12:00 Internet system installed, but still not working.  Technician says we must contact our volunteer IT guy to change protocols on routers.  Luckily, he’s able to come right over.  After checking it out, he needs info from his office to complete the job, but offers to come before work tomorrow.  Internet can wait another day, but it reminds me how dependent we are on this technology.

12:15 Phone lines are working.  Elevator inspector leaves happy. Phone technician says we can’t use voicemail until we log on to computers and set up the system with our assigned user name and password.  Who knows what those are? And we can’t log on until internet is reset. Oy veh!

12:30 I brought a sandwich from home, and since there’s a cross-breeze in the church kitchen, I stand at the counter at noon and wolf it down with a Snapple.

Volunteer arrives to change the church sign.  He’s got a message to go on the sign, but where are the letters kept?  We search for ten minutes, then another staff member searches behind us and finds them.  Where is the key for the lock on the sign?  Found it!

1:00 Temperature is climbing in the office.  I grab a portable fan from the sanctuary and plug it in my office.  I have my laptop, and the coffee shop down the street has free WiFi.  I can’t go because a couple is due to arrive at 3pm to tour the church for possible wedding.  I decide the fan is only blowing hot, sticky air on me.  I sit in the cooler conference room and do some sermon study, but after 10 minutes I’m getting too sleepy and I’ve read the same commentary section 3 times over.  I need to move.

1: 30 I stroll to the library across the street to return a travel book.  Vacation is coming in four weeks, and it can’t come soon enough.  It’s cooler outside than it is in the office.

2:00 A high schooler shows up to paint the preschool classroom.  Another teen arrives to help the church educator get things packed up from the old classroom.  What good kids!

I call the new phone company to determine user name and password so we won’t miss any voicemail messages.  After a long hold time, phone company says we don’t need it at all.  Voicemail is working fine.  Why didn’t I check it before I called?

3:00 Air!  The A/C motor has been replaced, and it’s starting to take some humidity out of the office.  Back to reading for Sunday’s sermon.  Return phone calls.

4:00 Wedding tour couple never show up, so I’ve been sitting here waiting for nothing.  Grrrr.

Plumber arrives to install sink in preschool classroom and informs us he must shut down all water to the building, drain the system, do his install before we can use water again.  He wants a time tomorrow to do it, but rooms are booked by groups for morning, afternoon & evening. We agree to meet at 8 a.m. and he has a plan to minimize the down-time.  Whew!  We don’t want unusable bathrooms on these hot and sticky days.

A really cold Diet Coke with Lime gets me through the late afternoon.

5:00 A brief counseling appointment.

5:30 Checking in with the church custodian.

5:45 Dinner break.  I need to get outta here!  When I go out to the car, my glasses fog up in the humidity.  What is this, Louisiana?  I head to a nearby fast food joint where there’s no one in line, but service is painfully slow.  I don’t care.  It’s air conditioned. I ordered a sandwich, fries and drink that should be enough calories for two days and enough sodium for a week.  Is it any wonder I’m becoming super-sized? Manager apologies for slowness and gives a coupon (score!) for another bloated value meal. A couple of parishioners are here too, and stop by for a friendly greeting.  I refill my iced tea and head out the door.  I’ve had enough tea now, and since I’m mostly decaffeinated, I wonder if I’ll sleep tonight.

6:30 Back at church office.  It’s much cooler, but the temp won’t seem to go below 75.

Prepping for a small, informal wedding at 7 p.m.  A couple in dire circumstances can’t afford fees charged elsewhere, and can’t afford not to be married for financial reasons.  It was just them and me, but they had dressed in their finest.  She carried a bouquet of plastic flowers that one would place in a vase on a grave.  They are beaming and happy, and their gratitude makes my day. I took their picture in front of the altar.  They ask what time services are on Sunday.  I smile and tell them the worship schedule.  I know we’ll never see them again, but I hope they experienced a little bit of grace and welcome today.

7:30 Church board and committee meetings begin.  Small attendance tonight, but some wonderfully dedicated leaders.  They are the church.

I sit in on the Trustees meeting. Do we need a new lawn mower, or can we just replace the wheels on the 20-year old one?  These people do so much for the church without payment…and little thanks. Can we change the procedures for wedding cancellations? The group decides to buy 2 new water hoses to help the volunteer gardeners.  Planning a fund raising event for August during the local festival.

Air temp has finally dropped to a comfortable 72 in the office.  Now I won’t dread coming in tomorrow.

8:45 Write some notes for tomorrow’s Bible study.

9:30 Heading for home.  No worry about all the caffeine; I won’t have any trouble sleeping. The custodian is locking up behind me.  The twenty minute drive home is perfect for thinking, praying, summing up the day.

Here’s what I’ve learned today:

  • I’m grateful for the dedicated staff members and volunteers who work very hard to fulfill the mission of this place.  If anyone thinks the minister does it all…think again.  It’s a team effort.  Some days are easier than others, but the hardest days are easier with a good team in place.
  • I’m tired, but I love my vocation and I love this place of service.
  • I’m more of a whiney geek than I like to admit.
  • God works in [very] mysterious ways.

There are millions of reasons why winning a lottery would be fantastic.  I do occasionally fantasize about the great things I would do with a big win: pay off my mortgage, make life easier for my kids, donate substantial sums to my church and many worthy causes.  But I’ve never bought a ticket and I have no intention of doing so.

One of the reasons state lotteries get established is a promise of funding for important government functions such as education.  I’ve always felt this was trickery, in that states have to fund education anyway, and I’ve seen no evidence that our children or teachers actually benefit from lottery income. Those who buy lottery tickets with thoughts of helping educate children are, in my mind, paying taxes twice.

But the biggest reason I stand against the lottery is the tremendous damage that such gambling can do to individuals and families. Clearly it’s the poor who buy the majority of lottery tickets in hopes of a big win to improve their lives. It’s the poor who can’t afford those tickets, yet that ticket represents a thimbleful of hope that is hard to resist. For me, just looking at the odds of winning makes a ticket purchase seem like a waste of money and irresponsible stewardship. And how do we, as a state, justify “improving education” on the backs of the poor?

Jonah Lehrer, a writer for Slate, explores the facts. The money quote:

A household with income under $13,000 spends, on average, $645 a year on lottery tickets, or about 9 percent of all income.

Just for fun…

Sing it, Louis!

A class act and a great musician, Louis Armstrong.

Purple

I’ve always felt comforted by the analogy that  God’s love is like that of a good mother.  That’s probably because I had a good mother.

I’m thankful for my own mother who has taught me much about Christian charity; for my sister who, with no children of her own, has dedicated her life to loving the children God places around her.  There are grandmothers who have been wonderful role models for me, and other women who have been like mothers to me. What a gift they are!

Mothers, of course, come in all flavors…some by grace, some by love.  I’m very mindful of mothers who sacrifice to make life better for their children.  Then there are mothers, like this one, whose hearts are so open that they welcome other children into their hearts and homes.

[link via Rod Dreher]

Spring has sprung



floats like a butterfly, originally uploaded by Ron Dauphin.

As a pastor in a mainline progressive denomination, I sometimes long for deeper engagement in worship. We Protestants can be a pretty stiff and stodgy group, worshiping with the same order of worship this week as we had the week before and the week before that. We follow the order in a printed bulletin. The structure rarely changes, only the words of a confessional prayer, the tunes of the 18th century hymns, and the artwork on the bulletin cover. Move the worship order around, and you can see the congregation twitching…and not in a good way. Throw in a new hymn, and I feel like I’m singing solo. Our worship style is more cerebral than experiential. In our church there are few surprises, and most who attend here want it that way.

I’m not complaining. I like predictability myself, and I enjoy the style of worship that we have adopted. But I’ve worshiped in other settings during my lifetime, some that felt less comfortable and more edgy; some wholly unpredictable. I’ve been in churches that have auditoriums with screens and bands rather than stately sanctuaries with a robed choir and a pipe organ. I’ve worshiped in storefront meeting places, in a family’s home, around a campfire, in a nursing home, and at sports stadiums. I’ve waved my arms and (meekly) shouted praise, but I know that’s not really my style. It’s too “out there”. It seems too base for my Anglo sensibilities.

My Catholic and Anglican friends involve more of the senses in worship with smells and bells (incense and all), and that seems good. Charismatics speak in tongues, dance, hug, and seem to worship more physically. I’m not suggesting those things for our congregation, but I wish we could be a little more balanced and open to the Spirit in new ways. As long as it’s within MY comfort zone.

Rod Dreher wrote an interesting blog post and shared a YouTube video on a charismatic congregation that offers the “Holy Ghost Hokey-Pokey”–the children’s dance song–for adults in worship. Some come forward to give testimony to healing after the Hokey-Pokey.  I’m at once put-off and fascinated by it. His post is here. The video is priceless.

I talked with a couple recently that is wondering how to deal with her preference for traditional, mainline Protestant worship and his need for a more energized, evangelical form. We talked about finding a way to celebrate and enjoy both styles, and to do it together. But I suspect that will find them either straddling two churches, or–more likely–not going at all.

I hate that we feel a need to draw lines among us Christians and label ourselves or each other as we do: Protestant, Catholic, liberal, evangelical, charismatic, spirit-filled. A church-shopping woman stopped by the office recently to ask if ours is a “Bible-believing” church. Well, of course it is! But she had clear ideas in mind of what that meant, and it was equally clear that we don’t fit her prescribed categories. She left with a disgusted look on her face. I’m sure she’s praying for us right now, which can only be a good thing, right?

Different styles of worship meet different spiritual needs, I suppose. Even the first century church struggled with finding orthodoxy within the diversity of traditions that were represented among the first Christians. Perhaps the message of the New Testament church is that there’s no single right way to praise, to confess, to thank, to give, to listen. It’s more important that we just do it in a way that connects us, as individuals, to the Holy One.

[via Rod Dreher's blog at Beliefnet.com]

The earth is the Lord’s and all that’s in it,

the world, and those who live in it;

for God has founded it on the seas,

and established it on the rivers.

–Psalm 24

It’s the 40th anniversary of Earth Day today. If you’ve been enjoying the “Life” series on cable as I have, you’ll like this short film, beautifully produced by Mirko Faienza, called “My Father’s Garden.”   To see the beauty of the natural world so close-up, it reminds me that I need to give more care and attention to God’s creation.

My Father’s Garden from Mirko Faienza on Vimeo.

The touch

I saw this ad posted on Peter Rollins’ blog, and had to share it, given my last blog post.

[via PeterRollin.net]

The Sistine Chapel


It’s one of my favorite travel memories.  I visited the Vatican on a crisp, fall morning.  There are usually long lines to see the Sistine Chapel, which is located deep within the walls of the Vatican’s papal palace.  On most days, tour groups fill the Chapel and security guards are constantly hushing them.  But this particular morning there were relatively few tourists and I had plenty of time to soak in the atmosphere of the Chapel. You may know it best as the place where Catholic cardinals gather to elect a new Pope.

With my guidebook in hand to explain what I was seeing, I had generous time with the amazing art on the walls and ceilings, much of it created by Michelangelo, Botticelli, Raphael, and other Renaissance master artists.  The wall behind the altar contains Michelangelo’s magnificent rendering of The Last Judgment.  But I was mesmerized by the frescoed ceiling–a small portion shown here, The Creation of Adam– that Michelangelo painted while standing on scaffolding, completing the project in 1512.

Now you can spend virtual time alone in the Sistine Chapel through the internet. Enjoy.

The internet can bring people together in very interesting ways.  This virtual gathering of choir geeks is the result of auditions through webcams for music selected and conducted on video.  Those selected recorded their parts following the direction of the video-conductor and a very minimalist piano part.  There wasn’t much to work with at all, yet the finished product is delicate and somewhat haunting.


Background here
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[via Daily Dish]

What’s a beignet?

If you’ve wondered about those perfectly puffy New Orleans delicacies, the food blog One Perfect Bite, has the full scoop. The writer politely asked to use one of my photos of Cafe du Monde, the iconic coffee shop where the tasty, fried dough squares are served, so I’m happy to link here to the blog.

Beignets are messy to eat since the mountains of powdered sugar get everywhere, but they go down easy with a hot cup a cafe au lait.

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