Month: May 2013
Gene Larson is a lay person and the Chairperson of the Worship Committee at First United Methodist Church in Normal, IL. I have found him to be a very capable in engaging both theology and Bible. He graduated from Kansas State University (Manhattan, KS) and found his way to the Bloomington-Normal area where we worked for State Farm. My first meeting of Gene was with his dogs. He is a dog lover and is as dedicated to his canines as they are to him!
I welcome Gene back to my blog and invite you to read another perspective on Resurrection and New Life.
The Gospel of Mark contains my favorite Easter story. Why, you may wonder? Simply put it contains two words that I relate to. Before I tell what they are, it is helpful to understand just what Mark’s gospel is. Most Bible scholars believe that it is, if not the actual dictation of the apostle Peter, it is very closely based on his testimony. It is brief, it gets right to the point. It is not flowery or verbose. Simply, it reads like something written very quickly, with a deadline; just the facts; just the salient points.
I have always liked Peter. We’re a lot alike. We’re both impetuous, often acting without enough thought. We’re often in trouble with those we’d rather please than offend. But, Peter’s heart, hopefully mine also, is in the right place most of the time.
On the first Easter morning, I’d bet that Peter was more beside himself with more than grief, he blaming himself for failing Jesus in His hour of need. He’d tried to do something in the garden, but Jesus had stopped him. Now he shudders to think of what he did in the courtyard outside the house where Jesus’ captors had taken him. It was a tough time for him and I’m convinced that he was planning how to best leave the disciples and slink away. Jesus was gone and there was no way to make meaningful amends to Him.
Then, those two words lifted Peter out of the hell he had created for himself. The angel outside the tomb said to Mary, “…go, tell his disciples and Peter that he is going ahead of you to Galilee; there you will see him, just as he told you.”
The words, “…and Peter” said so much to him that he knew he was still part of the grand plan. He was forgiven the impetuousness, the failures, and the cowardice which he had convicted himself of. Well, I suffer from those same faults as Peter and many more to boot. If Jesus can invite Peter to Galilee, I have faith that he can invite me too. There is still much to learn and Jesus wasn’t easy on Peter on the lakeshore. I don’t expect him to be easy on me either. Jesus asked Peter three times (once for each denial?) if he loved him. And, his threefold instruction to Peter after each question was the same—take care of the flock.
We are the hands, feet, voices, and hearts of God on earth right now. Jesus empowers us by his resurrection to be followers of his teachings and doers of his Father’s will. Jesus said to Mary, “…and Peter.” The power of the resurrection is released to each of us when we realize Jesus says, “…and [our name] to each and every one of us.
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This song has been in my head most of the afternoon. Not sure why this song popped in my head on this day…but, then, as I looked out my office window I began to think about the emptiness of our campus. With classes out and students on break, it is eerily quiet in the student center, on the quad and even around town.
I have occasionally heard ‘townies’ (as we used to call them when I was in school and I guess that includes me, now) complain about the students. I have experienced some of those frustrations, too, for sure. There were times during move-in and move-out weekends that I sighed with disgust as I navigated traffic. My wife and I, while living in Pontiac, once made the mistake of going to Station 220 on a parent’s weekend and found ourselves crammed into a noisy dining room. And, yes, I have felt disdain when I find nowhere to park or students walking on a street or through a parking lot in a way that leaves it impassable.
Yet, the experience of being on campus is predominately a good experience, for me. Walking across the quad takes me back to my own days of going to class (or not going, as the case might have been). When I go to lunch at the Bone Student Center and see the students and feel the energy of the place, it energizes me. When I meet with students over in the Campus Café at Heartland I am amazed by the depth of community that exists there. Most importantly, being on these campuses makes me feel younger than I really am.
I suspect that having a major University and Community College has had a profound affect on this community in ways we will never even know. I think, though, it keeps us young and vital (and thinking) in ways we wouldn’t be otherwise. First United Methodist Church, I am very sure, is affected. Perhaps we are affected, because of our proximity, even more than most of the surrounding community. For this pastor, I am most impressed by the possibilities that exist here on campus in communications, programs, and worship: for which most United Methodist Churches would be envious.
I am thrilled to live in Normal, to be in a community with Heartland, Illinois State, and nearby to Illinois Wesleyan (in Bloomington). I think that the students and faculty (and wider community) have enriched me already and I look forward to the ministry to come! So, today, as I look outside my window and listen to a Peter, Paul and Mary song playing on a loop in my head, I wonder with longing, “where have all the students gone?”
blessings,
- the possibility of getting pregnant, again;
- welcoming a new pastor to my church and fostering a new friendship;
- renewing my own body and spirit this summer with exercise, right eating, and spiritual disciplines;
- working on my relationship with my wife that the experience of this season would help us to deepen our relationship for the next.
Meet Gene Larson!
Gene Larson is a lay person and the Chairperson of the Worship Committee at First United Methodist Church in Normal, IL. I have found him to be a very capable in engaging both theology and Bible. He graduated from Kansas State University (Manhattan, KS) and found his way to the Bloomington-Normal area where we worked for State Farm. My first meeting of Gene was with his dogs. He is a dog lover and is as dedicated to his canines as they are to him!
Today I welcome Gene to my blog and invite you to read his perspective on Resurrection and New Life.
One of my re-discovered musical groups is the Statler Brothers. I have always enjoyed country music, at least the form it took 30 and more years ago. As country music changed, I moved away from it and lost touch with some of the great artists that contributed much to my enjoyment of it. The quartet that I enjoyed most had its roots in gospel music and throughout their long career always included some of it in their concerts and shows. Recently, I was searching iTunes for some new music and ran across a gospel compilation of the Statlers. One of the songs included was entirely new to me—“The Eastern Gate.”
This song is referring to a gate on the eastern side of the wall around the old city of Jerusalem. It is the gate that is closest to the Mount of Olives and it quite likely the one most frequented by Jesus on his comings and goings to the city. It is almost certainly the gate He used on Maundy Thursday to visit the mountain garden to pray after the Last Supper. It is very likely the one through which the captured Savior was returned to face the ultimate persecution, prosecution, and execution.
If you are not familiar with the gospel song, its message conveyed in several verses and repeated chorus is that Jesus will meet us “Just inside the Eastern Gate over there.” It is an up-tempo piece, at least in the Statler’s rendition of it. Other gospel artists tend to be less so. Once you hear it, if Southern Gospel music is to your liking, it is a tune and lyric that is hard to put out of your mind. As I’ve listened to it numerous times over the last few months, I’ve come to understand what its message might hold for me and, perhaps, for you. .
The Eastern Gate is a song that at first blush seems to dwell, as much of the related music also does, on our individual deaths and the condition of our souls at the time. Perhaps one of the reasons the genre’s following is limited is because so much of the music seems to dwell on this singular and personal topic. The songs we like to sing are more uplifting than the rather somber idea that ultimately we will die and whether or not we will meet the test of the Judge who sits inside the gate.
The insight for me into this song and others is that it is not just about the end of our human lives, but about the process we go through as we live each day of our lives. In twelve-step parlance, life that is lived in fear of tomorrow or haunted by the past is far less likely to make it successfully through this day, today. So my contention is that The Eastern Gate is not one to be avoided or circumvented as we go through life. Rather it is a place, a process that will lead us to answers about ourselves that will be important to understanding what we need to do to wear the mantle of a disciple.
Then be ready, faithful pilgrim,
Lest with you it be too late.
I will meet you, I will meet you, I will meet you in the morning over there.
Linger near the Eastern Gate,
For I’m coming in the morning;
So you’ll not have long to wait. [Refrain]
For the Bridegroom watch and wait.
He’ll be with us at the meeting. Just inside the Eastern Gate. [Refrain}
With the saints who for us wait!
What a blessèd, happy meeting
Just inside the Eastern Gate! [Refrain]”
My wife and I have been wanting to get pregnant since late last summer. It was frustrating month after month without the results for which we yearned. One morning in February my wife woke me up with the exclamation that she was pregnant. I was glad, but it didn’t seem real. The only indication was a stick with a symbol on it. I waited for it to ‘feel real,’ but the feeling didn’t come, at least right away. I went with my wife to see our OB doctor a few weeks later but wasn’t expecting too much. I had seen many people post those black and white sonogram pictures on Facebook and I have never been able to make out anything that resembles a life-form. My lack of excitement had been a let-down and I expected to be equally underwhelmed by that visit.
My experience at the doctor’s office was very different from what I expected. As the baby became visible on the screen, I was mesmerized. I could actually see the little heart beating! My heart leapt. The doctor put the heartbeat on speaker while she measured it. I could hear and see the incredibly fast thumping of that little heart. My eyes were glued to that screen and when the doctor told us that our baby looked very healthy, so far, and that its heartbeat was very strong, I felt pride and joy all at once: It flooded over me in a totally unexpected way.
New life comes to us in very unexpected ways and seldom on our terms. When we open ourselves to the Holy Spirit we can experience a newness of life: we can experience God in all new ways. But it can be frustrating when it doesn’t happen right away: there have been times that I prayed…fervently…yet I didn’t feel God in the way I expected. But, experiencing God requires us to learn about ourselves and practice faith. Much like those months of trying to become pregnant, It can take some time to experience God more closely way, but, once we are open enough to God it will just happen. And when it happens, you will feel it.
For me, I didn’t experience the joy of new life when I expected to: at that first moment of finding out about the pregnancy. No, I experienced overwhelming joy much later in front of an ultrasound machine. Yes, the joy of new life often catches us unaware. Week after week and month after month I pray that you will go to scripture, join together with other people of faith, worship God, and be in prayer. When we become committed to these practices we will eventually and unexpectedly experience a new life for ourselves and grow in faith and with God.
Blessings,