Cosmic collisions let us examine our hearts

"Ash Wednesday meets Valentine’s Day February 14"

Columnist Ray Waddle, a former Tennessean religion editor recently wrote in the Tennessean in its February 7th issue:  “to those who savor cosmic collisions on the calendar, check February 14. Besides Valentine’s Day, it is also Ash Wednesday. The annual celebration of romantic love shares a date this year with the first day of Lent.  Candlelight dinner meets liturgies of repentance. Champagne festivity goes face to face with the Book of Ecclesiastes.” (Click here to read his article.)

About this cosmic collision, Waddle uncovers for us a surprising statistic: this embraced (or dreaded) holiday is a commercial colossus now with $18 billion a year spent which breaks down into gift spending averaging nearly $140 a person in cards, jewelry, roses, and champagne.

Ash Wednesday, meanwhile moves in the other direction, acknowledging what Waddle refers to as “the broken heart of the world” -- life’s mistakes and wrong pursuits and the inescapable facts of our mortality.  On Wednesday, I will make the sign of the cross on foreheads as these words are said “you are dust and to dust you shall return.”  Tough words on a day that acknowledges life’s mistakes and wrong pursuits and the inescapable facts of our mortality.

Yet these desolations don’t get the last word.

Tomorrow, when Valentine’s Day collides with Ash Wednesday I am tempted, when I say “remember that you are dust” to draw a heart instead of the cross to hold in creative tension the desolation (our own limits) and the hope of God’s promises that is at the heart of this strangely life renewing glow of Lent.  A heart - or a cross - reminds us of the promises of God that we are God’s, that there is no sin, and no darkness, and yes no grave that God will not come to find us in and love us back to life. These promises outlast our earthly bodies and the limits of time. For we come from God and to God we shall go.

There is so much that gets in the way of that simple truth and it is at times like on Ash Wednesday -  when all of the other things that occupy our attention doesn’t matter as much. 

So on this day of cosmic collision, I hope you will stop by when we will be outside in our parking lot from 7:30 am - 9:30 am for the imposition of ashes and for a time of personal prayer for those who desire prayer.

Boy Scouts, Leadership and Values

With school starting up again soon, that means Boy Scout Troop 86 will begin meeting under our roof again soon. We couldn't be happier to have this group of hard-working, dedicated, kind, young men meet under our roof. We are proud of the troop's leadership and of the values they are instilling in these young men that are free from such bullying and divisiveness. We are proud that they promote the values that we believe in and support, and that they recognize that words matter, that values matter - even when those in leadership positions do not. Here is a snippet from my sermon this past Sunday in which I addressed this very point:
 
God’s kingdom on earth comes, Jesus said, when seeds are dropped onto the ground. It’s a pretty fragile dream, not unlike a tiny single seed, and it must contend among ground where there are seeds of hatred and bigotry and violence, seeds of discord which also take root and grow and bear a terrible poisonous fruit.
 
Like many of you I was so disheartened by the partisanship and seeds of discord  when our President delivered a totally inappropriate speech to a captive audience of young men who are at the National Scout Jamboree, a pinnacle event for scouting.  As my name is on the Charter for Troop 86, I reached out to local leadership to express my concerns about if there would be a response from the Scouting organization in response to the bullying, partisanship and political pressures expressed in the President’s speech. From the conversations I have had with local leadership, I have every confidence that our Scouts here are growing here in values free from such bullying and divisiveness. And I am proud of their work and our association with Troop 86.
 
Why I bring up the President’s Speech before the Scouting Jamboree - a speech which the Head of BSA has apologized for the nature of the speech’s content is this: our words, especially around our youth, are like seeds planted. Our values are like seeds planted. Words matter. Values matter. When those in leadership - whatever their leadership position may be - parents need to talk to their children that it matters what we say and what we stand for. Not only parents, but parents, grandparents, young, old, teachers, coaches, all people who seek to follow in the way of Jesus, hear this: our words matter. Our Values matter. It matters what we are saying to our young people and what we are modeling.
 
To listen to the audio or read the entire text of Sunday's sermon, please click here: http://www.eastbrentwoodpc.com/worship-service-materials

We Are God's Family - The Season of Advent

It is the season of Advent with Christmas only a little more than two weeks from now. It is a time of great expectations. In this frenzied season, I have been thinking about expectations, about family (our theme has been “We Are God’s Family”) and I have been thinking about our attentiveness (or lack of).

These thoughts have been sparked by reading a story the writer Anne Lamott tells in her book about what the Kingdom of God that the birth of Jesus ushers in looks like to her.  In the book Stitches Lamott describes a friend whose son was living on the streets. Lamott writes, “This friend’s grown son, David, more or less lived on the streets for thirty years. He had a small place he could call his own, but he chose to live outdoors. I’d known him since he was a child. He looked like Puck, and he still had an innocence in his face, even surrounded by matted hair. I drove him to his grandmother’s funeral in Oakland a few years ago, with his grocery bags of broken electronics, and he bragged about how well he could dine from dumpsters. He was strong from walking all day. He was sweet, smart, aggravating, courtly, alcoholic and mentally ill.”

Lamott says, Over the years, his mother welcomed him home once a week or so, when he had not been drinking, for coffee, or soup, or whatever happened to be on the stove. People would ask David’s mother how he was doing. “Oh about the same,” she would say, or “Nightmarishly. And yourself?” Sometimes love does not look like what you had in mind. 

Then one day, David had a seizure and was found half dead. He was taken to the ICU and after a long recovery was moved to the general population in the hospital. That was when his mother lost hope. What would become of him next? She despaired. But eventually David learned how to walk again and speak a little gibberish. But what happened among the people in the community who knew David was a bit like the Kingdom of God. They visited him and surrounded his mother with support. Rides, errands, good ideas, just being there and taking an interest. Somehow their love touched David’s mother so profoundly that she came to see her son through the eyes of the people who loved her and loved him. It changed everything.

Eventually he was placed in a long term facility where people with Alzheimer’s and similar dementia twice David’s age were living. Every two weeks, Lamott writes, David’s mother drives to see her son at his facility in San Francisco. They go for short walks, and they talk about whatever comes up. Sometimes he makes very little sense. It’s a beautiful drive to the facility. Flickering screens of color rush by, dappled patches of road, then such brightness that even dark glasses can’t help.  And it’s hard to tell who has been more saved from what, David or David’s mother and the community of love that has transformed them both.

In the Bible passages which are our focus this Sunday, John the Baptist sent word to Jesus from his prison cell, “Are you the one who is to come or shall we look for another?” And Jesus said, Go and tell John what you hear and see: the blind receive their sight, the lame walk, the lepers are cleansed, the deaf hear, the dead are raised, and the poor have good news brought to them.”

As I move closer to this Sunday and to Christmas, I am being made aware of these important things:

  • What you are looking for often determines what you see
  • We have the opportunity to be the family of God. 
  • The kingdom comes, when it comes, in places that we least expect and in ways that are not what we had imagined.
  •  Love, after all, doesn’t always look like what you had in mind.

I hope in this season of Advent you are discovering richness as well. And I hope to see you this Sunday for worship and our children’s advent workshop that follows the service.

A Help Guide for You this Thanksgiving

This Thanksgiving…

 …will you be the one who will be gracious and promise kindness. 

Here at East Brentwood Presbyterian Church in Nashville, TN, we have cooked up a little Thanksgiving podcast and blog to be a resource to you as you face the upcoming holiday. Listen to John -the pastor of wise and many words - and Nate - the man of few words but master when it comes to the musical note - as they bring you music to enjoy and some advice to how to approach Thanksgiving whether your Thanksgiving will be a quiet one or a crazy, busy time of preparation. There is even advice on what to do about crazy Uncle Jack who may be sitting around your Thanksgiving table!

As with years past, we have assembled an assortment of table blessings that you might find useful as well as a wonderful poem by John O’Donahue called For Love in a Time of Conflict that we think is especially appropriate at this time. In this season of gratitude and on Thanksgiving Day, it is our prayer that your eyes will be open to the bounty of gifts, unmerited, that are all around us.  We pray that this week will bring peace to our world, our country, and our homes. At Thanksgiving and throughout the upcoming season, “may everything good from God be yours!” (1 Peter 1:2, the Message).

 

For Love In a Time of Conflict

When the gentleness between you hardens
And you fall out of your belonging with each other,
May the depths you have reached hold you still.

When no true word can be said, or heard,
And you mirror each other in the script of hurt,
When even the silence has become raw and torn,
May you hear again an echo of your first music.

When the weave of affection starts to unravel
And anger begins to sear the ground between you,
Before this weather of grief invites
The black seed of bitterness to find root,
May your souls come to kiss.

Now is the time for one of you to be gracious,
To allow a kindness beyond thought and hurt,
Reach out with sure hands
To take the chalice of your love,
And carry it carefully through this echoless waste
Until this winter pilgrimage leads you
Towards the gateway to spring.

By John O’Donohue from To Bless the Space Between Us(New York: Doubleday, 2008)

 

If the only prayer you ever say in your life is thank you it will be enough.

-- Meister Eckhart

 

 

Come, Lord Jesus our guest to be

and bless

 

these gifts

bestowed by Thee.

 

And bless our loved

    ones everywhere

and keep them in Your

loving care. - Moravian Blessing

 

A Thanksgiving Psalm (Psalm 100)

On your feet now—applaud God!
    Bring a gift of laughter,
    sing yourselves into his presence.

 Know this: God is God, and God, God.
    He made us; we didn’t make him.
    We’re his people, his well-tended sheep.

 Enter with the password: “Thank you!”
    Make yourselves at home, talking praise.
    Thank him. Worship him.

For God is sheer beauty,
    all-generous in love,
    loyal always and ever.

-          Eugene Peterson’s The Message Bible

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If you are looking for a ritual to consider, here is one we did at our thanksgiving table when our children were young:

Take a loaf of bread and pass it around the table.  Invite the children and adults at the table to tear off a piece and list one thing they are thankful for (e.g. good health, the love of one another, pets, those people who are away from their families on this day doing the hard work to make sure we are safe, etc.) The host may want to have think about what it may be before the bread is passed so you can move through this ritual quickly before the food gets cold.  With wine or drink add a toast and a prayer and Voila!

 

Here is another prayer:

Thank You, thank You, thank You, generous God!  You have injected life with joy, thus we know laughter.  You have dabbed creation with color, thus we enjoy beauty. You have whistled a divine tune into the rhythm of life, thus we hear music.  You have filled our minds with questions, thus we appreciate mystery.  You have entered our hearts with compassion, thus we experience faith.  Thank You, God, Thank You.  Thank You!

                                 -C. Welton Gaddy

Series: “Empire Recovery: What Do You Need to Recover From?” - Hope Deprivation

Focus for Sunday, October 23: Our Children and Youth and what they need from us

Hope. We remember it as a catchphrase on bumper stickers. I Corinthians 13 proclaims its importance: faith, hope, love. The teenager, uses the word “hope” to state that something desired may happen: “I hope I get an A on this quiz.” “I hope I make the team.” “I hope she shows up at the party.”  In the church, we speak about hope and we see it from time to time as it’s the youth sitting in our churches and the futures we dream for them. Sometimes hope is seen as strong; but often it is seen as flimsy and sloppy and, if anything, as certain. Often, we aren’t sure wherein to place our hope. Less and less do we entrust our hope to institutions from the church to government as church pews become emptier and distrust of government higher. And sometimes, we feel deprived of hope.

Don’t get me wrong. The desire for hope is real and may be deeply felt.  In the case of the teenager who hopes for a good grade on the test, she really wants a good grade to happen, but the wanting or desiring is often not based on certainty that it will happen. Parents may hope and desire that their child will grow up strong and resilient, but they realize that there are forces in this world that are beyond their control that may shape their child.  We are hopeful that things might turn out well for our country and we do our part and will vote.  Most of us are hopeful, but not certain.  And some of us, may be feeling not only less than certain but devoid of hope.

A lot of things are going well for our children and youth. Their hoping they will do well on tests must be paying off as The United States reached a milestone high school graduation rate, the White House announced this past Monday. During the 2014-2015 school year, 83.2 percent of students graduated in four years, up nearly a percentage point from the previous year, when 82.3 percent of students got a diploma. Graduation rates during 2014-2015 grew for every reported student subgroup. That is fantastic news!

But some youth contend that all is not well. Some years ago, Chap Clark wrote a book called Hurt. He contends that abandonment is the defining issue for contemporary adolescents. He argues that external systems and internal systems, particularly healthy, meaningful adult relationships, are no longer experienced by the vast majority of American adolescents. Consequently, they feel a profound sense of abandonment, and of loss, and many believe they are left to suffer alone. If the bleak picture Clark paints is accurate, then there is something that EBPC offers to our children and youth and to parents.  We can stand with them in their hard times, and celebrate with them in their good times.

The Kingdom of God is at hand, as Jesus says. In community with him through his body, the church, we are co-workers for the Kingdom, the reign of God now. According to Jesus, the reign of God is not just God's affair; it is ours as well. Hope dwells not only in God and in God's future. Hope dwells in us, here, now, today. Through Jesus Christ, hope has come so close to us that we don't just wait for it. We can already seek it and its righteousness by enacting it here and now. And, in confidence, then we, as is said in the Book of Hebrews, can run with perseverance the race that is set before us (12:2). We can run with hope -- true hope. True hope sees all the problems, all of the obstacles and pitfalls, and the opportunities for failure. Still, even seeing all that, people with hope gird themselves and envision a path to a better future and then work for it.   What we offer to youth is anything but hope deprivation and anything but a flimsy hope. This hope is what we scaffold around the lives of our children and youth and families here in this place called EBPC. We offer a nurturing space where our children and youth may grow as tall oaks.

This Sunday we are honored to have Mark DeVries as our guest preacher who will be talking about how our work as a church with children and youth can be likened to planting oak trees.  Mark, a long-time pastor of youth ministry at First Presbyterian Church, is legendary when it comes to connecting with children and youth and you will be sure you will want to be here to hear him speak whether you are a teenager, the parent of a child, or you are “young at heart.”

Jesus & the Bro Code

At a recent staff meeting, I was sharing about upcoming themes for worship services here at East Brentwood Presbyterian Church.  For Father’s Day (June 19th), I said I was going to use Father’s Day to talk about “Men’s Issues.”  A fellow staff person replied:  Men’s Issues? Well, that is going to be a long service!” Jokes. My staff is always full of jokes. But there is a grain of truth. We’ve got issues. A recent survey by the Shriver report found that four in nine men said it was harder to be a man today than it was in their father’s generation, with most citing women’s economic rises as the reason.

 “I think American men are confused by what it means to be a man.  No matter our age, we need to be taught to think beyond our own confining stereotypes of what masculinity means.”

For a lot of guys my age masculinity has meant someone who can provide for his family, one who can wrestle the bear and protect his children.

Ask our youth and young men about what is “The Bro Code.” What it means to “Man Up”; in school how it is better to earn your “Man Card” than to succeed in school like a girl, all in the name of constantly having to prove an identity to yourself and others.

The documentary, The Mask You Live In, discusses the masculine psyche and the shame young men experience over feelings of sadness, despair or strong emotions other than anger, let alone expressing it and the resulting alienation. Many young men, compose artful, convincing masks, but deep down they aren’t who they pretend to be.  The question before us today is: What makes healthy men and how are we teaching boys to fill those roles?

In this day and age, we need to have a better understanding of what it means to be a man. It seems that everywhere we turn there is another news story about men in crisis: mental illness, terrorism, abuse, youth violence which is getting out of hand here in Nashville and mass shootings at the nightclub that recently happened in Orlando.

On this Father’s Day, I am going to talk about men -- our relationships, our feelings and the shifting stereotypes grown men and young men have to navigate.  We need to be taught to think beyond our own stereotypes.

So I am going to talk about friendships among men. For fathers, I am going to talk about whatit means to be an imperfect father and about our ability to live well imperfectly in an imperfect world, with imperfect children in an imperfect world that is going to remain imperfect this side of the Kingdom of God.

I knew that I wanted to preach on the shifting, what people would refer to as the confining stereotypes of masculinity on this Father’s Day. Then I looked to see what the lectionary texts were for this day. Oddly, there was this story of the Gerasene demoniac. 

Many people are bound. Some are bound and don’t even know it. Men can feel bound by the stereotypes.  The difference between being free and being bound is at the center of our Gospel text this week.

Jesus goes to the land of the Gerasenes and is met by a man who has demons, so many that the name of the spirit is Legion.  The man has to be bound with chains and shackles - and when he breaks his chains, the demons drive him into the wilderness. It is as if the man were behind actual prison bars: he is isolated from family, community and society.   By the time, this man meets Jesus, he has been suffering a long time with these demons, living in the tombs, away from everyone else, alive, but living in a dead place. Imagine the loneliness. When he encounters Jesus, he is set free.

Many people are bound. Some are bound and don’t even know it. Anxiety, fear, anger, bitterness, disappointment, the past -- all these things can affect a person’s perceptions, experiences, and quality of life. 

In our own day, many people - many men - are like the man in this week’s gospel text: they are oppressed or imprisoned by “demons” or “spirits” that keep them from operating to their fullest. (Luke 8:26)

Nowadays on a regular Sunday, going to church is not on the top 5 list of things for many of the men I know. And on Father’s Day, on the day they get to decide what the family will do, “it will unlikely be heard: Honey, kids we are going to church.”  I hope to see you all this Sunday.  But at the very least, thank you for listening to this message and I hope you will share it with those who might find this helpful. 

And if you are looking for a special Father’s Day gift for the dad, step-dad, granddad or special man in your life, skip the tie or the card.  Invite him to go do something with you: it could be a hike, a bike ride, a trip to get ice cream. Tell him something that he does well.  It will mean so much to him.

Hope to see you Sunday.

 

Resources and More information:

The Mask You Live In Documentary - The documentary explores the masculine psyche - the shame over feeling any sadness, despair or strong emotion other than anger, let alone expressing it and the resulting alienation. Young men are taught from day one to “man up” and  compose artful, convincing masks, but deep down they aren’t who they pretend to be.  East Brentwood Presbyterian Church owns this video if you are interested in viewing it.

A youtube video of a young boy getting a vaccination and being told by his father to “be a man” and not to show fear and pain. Fathers of sons: we have all said something similar to our boys. 

A Blog by Chip Dodd about fatherhood. He artfully writes about what it means to be an imperfect father and about our ability to live well imperfectly in an imperfect world, with imperfect children in an imperfect world that is going to remain imperfect this side of the Kingdom of God.

Chip Dodd’s The Voice of the Heart. An insightful book helping men better understand the eight essential emotions so they are better equipped to live in relationship with others and, ultimately, with God.

A Holy Week Reflection - Thoughts on Maundy Thursday

An act of love given and a gift to be received. Acts of love can be a joy to offer. What can be a problem, even hurt sometimes, is to receive them. Have you ever been stunned by the receiving of an incredible gift? Like the unexpected gift of a beloved heirloom ring passed down from one generation to you or friends rallying around you in a time of need? 
It is a wonderful to receive such a gift. And it is wonderful to be loved. But a curious thing happens. Feeling loved sometimes comes with some interesting company. Like also feeling unworthy. 

Click here to read John's Maundy Thursday reflection. 

Foot Care - A Holy Week Reflection

It’s Holy Week. It’s Tuesday. I have given myself forty-five minutes to write this post. So the words and the thoughts are not going to be all buttoned up and tidy with this time restriction.  As if life is tidy. Certainly our world as we awoke this morning to reports of the Brussels bombing shows that the world is far from neat and tidy. I meet the news of the suicide bombings and the high casualties with anger and with sadness. 

In my work as minister I am a travel guide helping those who choose to follow Jesus to walk the palm strewn streets as well as through the lonesome valleys, shadows of death and Golgotha en route to Easter morning where we re-affirm that the Kingdom of God has come in the resurrection of Jesus.  The Kingdom of God has come! And yet it is not fully here yet. Cells mutate and cancer forms. People act out with vengeance, seeking domination formed in fear. Life is beautiful. Life can be hard and the news that greets us can be mean and untidy. But we walk on with our homely feet: “We Walk by Faith and Not by Sight” as the wonderful hymn goes:  

“Help then, O Lord, our unbelief; and may our faith abound to call on you when you are near and seek where you are found.”

So prayer is so important. I have started using this Centering Prayer app.  It guides you to “choose a sacred word” as a symbol to focus upon during a guided meditation. I settled on the sacred symbol of…the foot. Yep, not the word grace nor forgiveness, but the rather homely foot. Feet are on my mind this week. Thursday is Maundy Thursday where Jesus will celebrate the last supper with his disciples and then center stage is the dramatic moment where Jesus strips off his normal clothing and puts a towel around his waist, pours water in the basin and stoops as a servant would and washes the dust from the disciples’ feet, one by one.  When he finishes Jesus explains he has set an example of humble service not domination –as was thought to be the focus in the Greek notion of the master/ servant relationship.  Jesus tells the disciples that he needs them to imitate his example. Later after the meal he will expand “serve one another” to “love one another as I have loved you.” 

Jesus tells the disciples that he needs them to imitate his example.  That doesn’t mean we set up foot washing stands here or on the streets.  But today I hope you will thank God for your homely and worn feet, attend to your own foot care with prayer as you travel towards Easter, and be mindful of Jesus’ words to his disciples to “serve one another.”

Here are two scripture passages for your contemplation:

Psalm 116: “I love the Lord, who listened to my voice in supplication, who turned an ear to me on the day I called…Return, my soul, to your rest, the Lord has been very good to you. For my soul has been freed from death, my eyes from tears, my feet from stumbling. I shall walk in the presence of the Lord in the land of the living.” (from the Centering Prayer app)
From Romans 12:9-21(from Eugene Peterson’s The Message):
Love from the center of who you are; don’t fake it. Run for dear life from evil; hold on for dear life to good. Be good friends who love deeply; practice playing second fiddle.  Don’t burn out; keep yourselves fueled and aflame. Be alert servants of the Master, cheerfully expectant. Don’t quit in hard times; pray all the harder. Help needy Christians; be inventive in hospitality. Bless your enemies; no cursing under your breath. Laugh with your happy friends when they’re happy; share tears when they’re down. Get along with each other; don’t be stuck-up. Make friends with nobodies; don’t be the great somebody. Don’t hit back; discover beauty in everyone. If you’ve got it in you, get along with everybody. Don’t insist on getting even; that’s not for you to do. “I’ll do the judging,” says God. “I’ll take care of it.” Our Scriptures tell us that if you see your enemy hungry, go buy that person lunch, or if he’s thirsty, get him a drink. Your generosity will surprise him with goodness. Don’t let evil get the best of you; get the best of evil by doing good.

Living in the House Named ‘Gratitude’

This week I am thinking about gratitude and about the importance of saying thank you to strangers, particularly to those around we so easily take for granted-- friends and family. I don’t know about you, but the dreary, cold rains of February can put a real damper on feeling “thankful.” But so can a terminal illness. And yet fortunately there are many voices who, out of their personal experience, call to mind what is really important in life. People like writer and neurologist Oliver Sachs who, when faced with his own terminal cancer, chose to spend his remaining days writing a book called Gratitude. Taking note of a beautiful day, he wrote:

 “At nearly 80, with a scattering of medical and surgical problems, none disabling, I feel glad to be alive — ‘I’m glad I’m not dead!’ sometimes bursts out of me when the weather is perfect. (This is in contrast to a story I heard from a friend who, walking with Samuel Beckett in Paris on a perfect spring morning, said to him, ‘Doesn’t a day like this make you glad to be alive?’ to which Beckett answered, ‘I wouldn’t go as far as that.’) I am grateful that I have experienced many things — some wonderful, some horrible — and that I have been able to write a dozen books, to receive innumerable letters from friends, colleagues, and readers, and to enjoy what Nathaniel Hawthorne called ‘an intercourse with the world.’  The years do teach us gratitude, what University of Chicago theologian Langdon Gilkey used to call ‘the exultation of our own being that surfaces in the thought ‘My God, it’s good to be alive.’”

During this season of Lent I am focusing upon five things that matter most in how we live. One of these important matters is gratitude and is reflected in our ability to say ‘Thank You!’ to God and to individuals.

What I find is that the more I pay attention to the people around me and my surroundings, the more thankful I become. By paying attention to the details of the ways in which people give to us and show us care and consideration, we become more mindful of our own lives. We begin to focus on our good fortune rather than our problems. If we practice this consistently, feelings of gratitude can pervade our lives. C. S. Lewis once famously observed that the healthiest people he knew were the grateful ones, the ones always thanking. “Praise,” he said, “is almost inner health made audible” (Reflections on the Psalms).

Poets remind us to pay attention. A favorite poet of mine is Mary Oliver. She named her Cape Cod cottage “Gratitude.” Her poems are about seeing, noticing, awe, wonder and gratitude.

I go out to the dunes and look

and look and look

into the faces of the flowers. . . .

Such gifts, bestowed

can’t be rejected.

If you want to talk about this

come to visit. I live in the

house near the corner, which I have named Gratitude.

(“The Place I Want to Get Back To,” Thirst: Poems by Mary Oliver, p. 35)

So I hope you will take a moment today to be like Ruth Miller, a woman in our congregation who is so intentional about saying thank you with her notes. Or thank someone you love when he or she smiles at you. The next time you put your child to bed or before you and your spouse retire for the evening, try expressing what he or she did that day that touched you, that acknowledged the connection you share. The words “thank you” are building blocks in the house named Gratitude.

Drive Thru Ashes

Our church is located at one of the busiest street corners in Brentwood, TN (corner of Wilson Pike and Concord Rd. where the construction project from H#!$ is underway).  Our location is one of our main assets.  Many who drive by don’t know we on the corner because our church sits below a land berm, making us hard to see from the road.  Few commuters know the greatest assets we have to offer on that corner: our outstanding care of young children with our preschool; our strong music; our proclamation of God’s grace and love.  So with these assets in mind we are taking to the streets for “Drive Thru Ashes” when Lent begins next week with Ash Wednesday.

Church members and I will be on our street corner next Wednesday from 7 am - 9:30 am to offer ashes to drivers in their cars who are commuting to work, running kids to school, or on their way to morning exercise. I’m not lying when I say this whole business of offering ashes on the street is new for me and we will all find it to be a bit awkward. To give ashes to a stranger on the street who was driving by and look into their eyes and say “you are dust and to dust you shall return” will be a bit awkward for all involved. It is awkward because I am talking about theirs and my death. And nobody wants to talk about death. 

We are going to get a lot of quizzical looks.  The Baptists are going to think that this is a “Catholic Thing”, the Spiritual but Not Religious are going to think this is an “irrelevant Church Thing,” and the tradition-minded Church folks will think it is a “Reverent Thing” and we should keep the imposition of ashes inside the church where it belongs. 

We are going to the street corner because we see the significance of Ash Wednesday as a “Need Thing.”  We need to be reminded of the promises of God that we are God’s, that there is no sin, and no darkness, and yesno grave that God will not come to find us in and love us back to life. Christ is with us. These promises outlast our earthly bodies and the limits of time. For we come from God and to God we shall go. There is so much that gets in the way of that simple truth and it is at times like on Ash Wednesday -  when all of the other things that occupy our attention doesn’t matter as much.  

For those who drive thru and receive ashes, they will be given a CD or connected to our podcast so as they drive to meet the rest of their day they can hear music and reflections on the significance of Ash Wednesday and be reminded that that they aren’t ultimately in charge of their lives, God is, and that’s good news.

If you are reading this I hope you will drive thru (7-9:30 am) or stop in for our Ash Wednesday service at 6 pm.

 

Ash Wednesday