Finding My Way
Scott shares about his life and faith through this blog. Most notably, he blogged throughout his neurosurgeries during Spring of 2012 with over 10,000 hits to the blog during that time period. He was featured (and his blog) in an article by the United Methodist News Service on May 18, 2012.
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I found out last November that I would be leaving Pontiac First United Methodist Church as they began the process of getting their budget in line and eliminated my position. Since then, and especially after we announced that I would be moving, I have been asking myself a lot of questions about where my gifts and liabilities lie and I’ve been pondering what sort of church setting would be “right” for me.
As you might imagine, there is a lot of anxiety as you wait for the Bishop to make a decision about where to send you, especially when you are one half of a clergy couple, as I am. I mean, what affects me also affects my wife’s career in a big way. Well, here I have been; waiting…and pondering…and filled with anxiety and I, then, suddenly found myself at peace this week.
What happened last weekend? Did I get answers? No. Did I have a revelation about my gifts for ministry? No. Did I realize where the perfect church might be? Nope. None of the above.
First of all, I thought about all of the people who don’t have jobs and that put my job security in perspective. I have a job. That is not a small thing these days! I thought about the way, in some other denominations, pastors have to find their own jobs and I realized that my wife and I could be sending applications out trying to find a magical place where we could be in ministry within driving distance of one another. What a headache that would be.
More importantly, I put my trust in the Bishop and cabinet. Oh, now, I’m not overly idealistic about our system and I know its not perfect…yet as I’ve begun to look at the churches that are opening up on my conference’s website, I realize that I cannot know which church would provide me an opportunity to stretch my legs, I don’t know the churches well enough to know where I might be effective in ministry and helpful to that church, and I would be at a loss to know which churches would be supportive and nurturing to a young, new pastor like me.
A peace came over me when I realized that there were people who may actually know something about these churches and, because my District Superintendent has spent time with me, I realized there is a Bishop and cabinet that know something about me.
There are people who are looking over these churches and my fellow clergy and I and they see a bigger picture. They aren’t infallible and they don’t always get it right, but I was able to let go of some anxiety. Also, I simply realized that I have no control over the situation. Hey, there’s no reason to hold onto anxiety when one has no control over the situation. But most importantly, I looked back on my ministry, so far, and I thought about the people with whom I have done ministry. No matter where I was: Northern Wisconsin, Southern Illinois or the NorthShore of Chicago I found good ministry. Not because I -or the church- was perfect, but because churches are a place of people and God.
Each community and the church I served in that community was filled with people who were yearning to love and be loved. Rev. Victor Long used to say, when I worked with him in Marion, “I’ve never had to convince a person that they were a dirty rotten sinner” but it is surprisingly hard to convince people that God really loves them.
People everywhere need to know they are loved and can, themselves, be freed to act with love. Each church has possibilities for great ministry: from the smallest country church to the largest ‘mega’ church. Eventually my appointment will be announced and I will have new anxiety about different questions, but, for now, I’m going to trust the United Methodist Church, try not to think about it, and find peace that great ministry can happen wherever I might go.
(Song of the Week Sundays)
One of my favorite places to go to search for new worship music and one of my favorite places for creativity was TheWorshipFiles.com
Unfortunately, the blogger had a child and new job and found himself too busy to continue the blog. Yet, even a year later, I think his rendition of “Here I Am: Send Me Out” (by Michael Bleecker) is worthy of our ‘Song of the Week.’
It is an amazing and inspirational song and Jason does a tremendous job on this acoustic version. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!
We far too often think that we are master’s of our own destinies. We think that we set the direction of ‘things to come’ and that we can navigate the future. We say to people, “Stay well” as though we can will a bacteria or virus out of our system or we say, “safe travels” as though we can magically make the roads safe.
The truth is that we have little control over ‘the things to come.’ I’m not trying to be a pessimist, but we need to keep in mind our place in this universe. We aren’t gods, you see, we are human beings. We can’t see around corners, we can’t peer into the future, and, no matter what greatness we attribute to ourselves, we cannot help that bad things will sometimes happen.
As a person of faith I have to know that I cannot control the world I live in, my own future, or other people (that last one is an important lesson, btw). What I can control is how I react to others and how I react to what happens to me.
Okay, so my title reminds us that I can do things to keep myself healthy and I probably engaged in some risky behaviors that exposed me to sickness during these past couple of weeks since my surgery, but I didn’t ‘get myself sick.’ Sickness happened and now my body is reacting.
Christians need to keep this in mind as they go through life. There are Christians who act with hate and malice as they go through life trying to control the actions of others and trying to make everyone act the way they think ought to be. What do I mean? You need look no further than a Christian woman holding a picture of a fetus, or as members of Westboro Baptist Church (Fred Phelps and his gang) picket a funeral.
Christians far too often think that they can will the world into being what they want it to be. They believe that they can force others to act the way they want them to act, but ladies and gentlemen: We are not gods. We do not control fate. We are not masters of our own destinies. We are flawed and fragile human beings but we do have control over how we react to this world and the people in it.
Christ always acted out of love, when we look at scripture. He didn’t buy into the legalism of his day, but he witnessed to people by showing them that he cared. There would sure be a lot less abortions in our country if these holier-than-thou folks holding picket signs would take the hand of a young girl and walk along with her. There would sure be a lot less murder and crime if church people didn’t just pass the rough parts of town, but got involved with troubled teens. We can’t improve education by passing a new piece of legislation, but we can get our hands ‘dirty’ and go out into our communities and start working with children.
We live in an imperfect, messed up, out-of-balance world. We live in a world we cannot control, yet when we are reminded of our place in the world, we acknowledge that there is hope through our God and our relationship with God. We can take our faith and make a difference in the lives around us. My body is reacting to the flu -or whatever got into my system. Let us act like my immune system. Let’s take a look at the world around us and let’s begin the process of healing and restoration. It won’t happen without us getting our hands dirty. It can’t happen from a distance or by writing a check or authoring a congressional bill…but it can happen.
A speech & song that changed an election. How are we doing as a nation, now, though? Do we just complain that our president hasn’t done enough on his own, or are we all actively working to change this world. As a people, do we believe, “Yes, We Can?”
As we approach an election year, let’s stop trying to find 1 person to fix things for us…I mean, that’s never going to happen! Instead, let’s allow our current president (both now and a year from now) to lead us toward a more vital and beautiful world. Let’s stand together to make our world a better place where people have healthcare, where people can work, where people have a roof over their heads, where children don’t go hungry, and where the right to speech is protected. Let us stop relying upon fear of war (and terrorism) and let’s begin shifting our resources from acts of violence (war & ‘defense’) toward preserving and enhancing life.
I believe the best in people and I believe the best is possible for our country. I believe ‘we can’, do you?
Fat Tuesday is not a tradition with which I was very familiar growing up. In fact, as far as I can remember, the whole Lent thing was really played down when I was growing up. Since hitting adulthood, though, it seems I have always landed myself in a church where Fat Tuesday is a big occasion. Here in Pontiac the Pancakes and Sausages start flying onto the plates around 11am and will continue until 7pm or later. The tickets raise money for the ministries of the church and will fund everything from children’s ministry to worship; but money-making isn’t really what’s at the heart of Pancakes and Sausages on Shrove Tuesday. At the heart of Pontiac First United Methodist Church’s obsession with that “day of shame” is community. The men of the church, no matter whether they carefully grumble a bit or not, really enjoy getting together and making those hot, sweet pancakes and frying up sausages.
When we look around the church today we must be thankful for the women of the church because they are ever-present and, in many ways, they are the cement that holds the place together. Us men could not do all that the women do each week to make ministry happen. Maybe I’m being sexist, but I’m pretty well convinced that we’re just not up to the task. I think about the missions of the United Methodist Women, the worship leaders who are nearly all women, not to mention all the women who are involved in our afterschool tutoring and confirmation program.
In a way us men have let ourselves down. By backing out of the church more than we ever should have, we have lost our community. We need an outlet that speaks to our hearts, and, in this case, fills our bellies. That’s why I think we, United Methodist Men, like sausage and pancake day. Yup, for a full day we get to hang out with each other. For a full day our wives and children will not pester us about too much grease or too much red meat…or too much salt. Why? Because for at least one day of the year we are all together raising money for the church and enjoying ourselves at church. No woman is crazy enough to mess with that system.
For me, the question is whether pancakes and sausage are enough. I mean, it’s great that we have this day and this solidarity, but it doesn’t seem as though Christ is calling us together as men of the church just so that we can feed people unhealthy food and cause a mass-genocide of swine 🙂 There must be a greatness that we are being called toward. This community of men who have been doing this project for 25+ years (some of them) are surely being called to something more than pancakes.
Jesus fed people whenever he could and enjoyed doing it. I always say that’s a great place to start! But Jesus didn’t just feed people physically (and never poorly). Jesus fed people spiritually, physically, emotionally, and, even, educationally.
I think that the men of this church have started something good. I think we could keep doing it the same way for another 25 years and it will be good. But I would like to believe that we are called to greatnesss. Men of the church: Let’s look around at Pancake Day. What feeds us and how to we shape our excitement and interests into a ministry that does more than physical feeding. How do we create new ministries that are life-changing here at Pontiac First United Methodist Church.
1 Naaman, a general for the king of Aram, was a great man and highly regarded by his master, because through him the LORD had given victory to Aram. This man was a mighty warrior, but he had a skin disease. 2Now Aramean raiding parties had gone out and captured a young girl from the land of Israel. She served Naaman’s wife. 3 She said to her mistress, “I wish that my master could come before the prophet who lives in Samaria. He would cure him of his skin disease.” 4 So Naaman went and told his master what the young girl from the land of Israel had said.
5 Then Aram’s king said, “Go ahead. I will send a letter to Israel’s king.”
So Naaman left. He took along ten kikkars of silver, six thousand shekels of gold, and ten changes of clothing. 6 He brought the letter to Israel’s king. It read, “Along with this letter I’m sending you my servant Naaman so you can cure him of his skin disease.”
7 When the king of Israel read the letter, he ripped his clothes. He said, “What? Am I God to hand out death and life? But this king writes me, asking me to cure someone of his skin disease! You must realize that he wants to start a fight with me.”
8 When Elisha the man of God heard that Israel’s king had ripped his clothes, he sent word to the king: “Why did you rip your clothes? Let the man come to me. Then he’ll know that there’s a prophet in Israel.”
9 Naaman arrived with his horses and chariots. He stopped at the door of Elisha’s house. 10 Elisha sent out a messenger who said, “Go and wash seven times in the Jordan River. Then your skin will be restored and become clean.”
11 But Naaman went away in anger. He said, “I thought for sure that he’d come out, stand and call on the name of the LORD his God, wave his hand over the bad spot, and cure the skin disease. 12 Aren’t the rivers in Damascus, the Abana and the Pharpar, better than all Israel’s waters? Couldn’t I wash in them and get clean?” So he turned away and proceeded to leave in anger.
13 Naaman’s servants came up to him and spoke to him: “Our father, if the prophet had told you to do something difficult, wouldn’t you have done it? All he said to you was, ‘Wash and become clean.’” 14 So Naaman went down and bathed in the Jordan seven times, just as the man of God had said. His skin was restored like that of a young boy, and he became clean.
Before my new Video Bible Study goes live tomorrow afternoon, I thought I’d give you all a little bit of a head-start on 2 Kings. Sorry I drone on a bit. Next time I’ll try to be better. Remember, this is my first try at on-line Bible Teaching. In the meantime, I hope you learn a little something about this fascinating book of the Bible.
I guess this what happens when you don’t have a plan, but pick up a video camera and start recording. This is the video that is going to be used at the Evenglow Bible Study on Tuesday to give residents an update on my recovery and to show them the fruits of their labors as they prayed over my mother last Spring!
It is really great to be back in Pontiac and relaxing at home, but I sure did enjoy my time in Pittsfield with family!
Also, I think we’ll add another video here. I asked Edwina Wilber, after church, to comment about what makes Pittsfield so great. I thought you might enjoy her response:
(commonenglishbible.org)
One day Elisha went to Shunem. A rich woman lived there. She urged him to eat something, so whenever he passed by, he would stop in to eat some food. She said to her husband, “Look, I know that he is a holy man of God and he passes by regularly. Let’s make a small room on the roof. We’ll set up a bed, a table, a chair, and a lamp for him there. Then when he comes to us, he can stay there.”
So one day Elisha came there, headed to the room on the roof, and lay down. He said to his servant Gehazi, “Call this Shunammite woman.” Gehazi called her, and she stood before him. Elisha then said to Gehazi, “Say to her, ‘Look, you’ve gone to all this trouble for us. What can I do for you? Is there anything I can say on your behalf to the king or to the commander of the army?’”
She said, “I’m content to live at home with my own people.”
Elisha asked, “So what can be done for her?”
Gehazi said, “Well, she doesn’t have a son, and her husband is old.”
Elisha said, “Call her.” So Gehazi called her, and she stood at the door. Elisha said, “About this time next year, you will be holding a son in your arms.”
But she said, “No, man of God, sir; don’t lie to your servant.”
But the woman conceived and gave birth to a son at about the same time the next year. This was what Elisha had promised her.
- When have I needed something that I couldn’t do for myself?
- How do I respond when people offer me help?
- Do I have people around me who may be waiting for my help –or waiting for me to accept their help?
Tuesday Bible Study
(Evenglow Lodge Chapel)
We will look at 2 Kings chapter 5 as we discuss
another person who needed help from Elisha!