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Preaching to myself

Annette Bourland Huizenga January 21, 2021

Here’s a link to a short sermon I preached for the first seminary chapel service of the spring semester (January 18, 2021).

The Dawn from on High

Near the end I mention birdwatching in Saguaro National Park just outside Tucson, AZ (although I think I misspoke the name of the trail, which is Picture Rocks Wash trail). Here’s what that area looks like:

I found my thoughts on light more eloquently expressed by Youth Poet Laureate Amanda Gorman at the close of her inauguration poem from yesterday:

When day comes we step out of the shade,
aflame and unafraid
The new dawn blooms as we free it
For there is always light,
if only we’re brave enough to see it
If only we’re brave enough to be it

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Living in “Interesting Times”

Annette Bourland Huizenga October 21, 2020

I said to Tim the other day, “It’s hard to imagine that we are living through an incredibly significant time in history.” I suppose every historical era is significant, but these past months have touched us with an intensity that comes only in times of crisis.

In August, my grandkids acquired 3 chickens.

It’s not just that the global pandemic has disrupted nearly every aspect of our daily lives—work and home, church and school, food and entertainment, neighborhood and transportation, recreation and medical care. The smaller changes in our individual patterns lead into greater and more complicated changes on a national and international scale.

So much is unknown to us. We don’t know what will happen next for ourselves—for our health, our jobs, our families. And we don’t know what will happen regarding the bigger events and movements of our time—

  • What decisions will come from the November elections?
  • Which small or large businesses will succeed or fail?
  • Can we find ways to create a more just and peaceful world?
  • What can we possibly do to heal creation in the face of climate change that affects an increasing number of human communities and ecological systems?

I’ve been reflecting on my own individual human-ness since the pandemic began. I have felt very small in the face of huge threats (see my blog-post from April 3 “Occupied with Small Things”). I have been convicted repeatedly about the role of White privilege in my life. I have wrestled with my weaknesses as a Christian leader at the seminary. I have suffered from sleeplessness and anxieties about how COVID and economic insecurities will affect my children and grandchildren.

I’m sure that you too have experienced these kinds of theological, psychological and social challenges. Then how can we live as faithful Christians? Two practices that help me navigate these times:

  1. Asking for help and support. Every weekday afternoon, my church sponsors a 30-minute Zoom call for those who just want to check in with other people. There are about 15 of us who chat on a regular basis, sometimes about silly things and sometimes about momentous life-changes. I also have regular appointments with my spiritual director (via Zoom) which bring me into a grounded spiritual place.
  2. Taking time for solitude and reflection. This is a time when I try to pay attention to scripture verses, song lyrics, phrases from poems that pop into my consciousness. “I am listening” by Lea Morris stuck with me after Dr. Susan Forshey played that song during the seminary’s evening prayer this August. Just yesterday, Proverbs 3:5 came to mind: “Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding.” Such thoughts strengthen our sense of the Holy Spirit’s presence in our hearts.

Another phrase that came to me is the title of a Eugene Peterson book A Long Obedience in the Same Direction. Actually, I don’t remember ever reading the book, but the title gives me a sense of the need for perseverance in the Christian life. Or perseverance in the middle of a semester, or especially in the overwhelming circumstances of a pandemic.

I am consoled by the words of the New Creed from the United Church of Canada:

In life, in death, in life beyond death,
    God is with us.
We are not alone
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    Thanks be to God.

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I love my church, I need my church

Annette Bourland Huizenga July 8, 2020

When I participate in an organization, I tend to stick with it for a very long time. That’s been the case with my commitment to LaSalle Street Church (Chicago), which I joined just over 40 years ago. My spouse Tim and I sometimes remark on how our marriage has been challenged, supported, and even preserved by our participation in worship and ministry at LSC.

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At this point in time, I’m reminded that it’s been about 21 months since my church began its latest discussion of and actions around racial justice issues (see the post from Oct. 4, 2018). Combine that essential focus over many months with the complications of being and doing church during the global pandemic and you have many times for despair and exhaustion (for staff and members) as well as amazing opportunities for creativity and hope.

I want to highlight a few of the amazing opportunities here just to encourage you and your worshiping community to reflect on how to bring together all of our mixed feelings and diverse social movements and then place them in the very middle of the people gathered to worship before God.

Being a nondenominational church with a wide variety of opinions, the church board decided that the pastors would celebrate the Lord’s Supper twice a month as usual and people “watching at home” would participate as they felt led. When the antiracist protests began in late May, sometimes the pastors’ celebrations moved to historically significant sites in Chicago. You can watch Executive Pastor Randall Blakey and Senior Pastor Laura Truax in two of these rituals:

  • Celebrating the Lord’s Supper at the home of Ida Bell Wells-Barnett, African-American journalist and one leader of anti-lynching campaigns beginning in the late 1800s. Wells-Barnett was awarded a Pulitzer Prize special citation “f]or her outstanding and courageous reporting on the horrific and vicious violence against African Americans during the era of lynching.” [pulitzer.org]
  • Celebrating the Lord’s Supper at the Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. memorial, Marquette Park, Chicago

And from the LSC worship service on May 31, here is an especially encouraging version of “The Prayer” sung in English and Italian by Elizabeth Norman, and Keil Williams in Chicago, Illinois, accompanied by Rob Clearfield in Paris, France (edited by Pastor Randall). (You may need to click on the title in the upper left of the image.)

Words fail to describe how I much I have been moved, changed, comforted and empowered by people from my church over so many years. What an unanticipated and unearned blessing from God.

 

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Liturgical Lament: LaSalle Street Church

Annette Bourland Huizenga June 1, 2020

Watch — and pray along with — this lament from our worship service yesterday. Led by Senior Pastor Laura Truax and Executive Pastor Randall Blakey.

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Occupied with small things

Annette Bourland Huizenga April 3, 2020

At the UDTS morning prayer yesterday we read one of the shortest of Psalms, number 131.*

“O LORD, my heart is not lifted high up,
my eyes are not raised too high;
I do not occupy myself with things
too great and marvelous for me.”

A lovely thought, not being occupied with great and marvelous things.  I decided to make it my Lenten discipline to occupy myself with some small things instead.

I tightened all the hex nuts on my Ikea Poang chair and footrest. Amazing how it feels more sturdy. Even more amazing: I was able to find the correct hex wrench in our tool box!DSCF0260

I started a list of bird species that I’ve seen in my backyard since the sheltering began. The wintering Dark-eyed Junco will fly north from here very soon to summer in Canada. The Song Sparrow is an early spring migrant.DSCF0265

In the evenings, I’ve been knitting cotton washcloths as a way to keep my hands busy. Hoping to give these away to neighbors in the weeks ahead.DSCF0266

One more small and very joyful thing: our new granddaughter, Dixon Rhys Huizenga, was born whole and healthy on March 25

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Eight-year old Sadie holding her baby sister, one-day old Dixon

These small things occupy me while I’m sheltering in Chicago. I sit at my desk in a not-very-supportive chair, working from home. I bought a new webcam so now I’m fiddling with the lighting for video-conferencing. I spend way too much time staring at screens. My mind finds it difficult to concentrate on reading. I really miss hanging out with my seminary colleagues.

Always remembering that, unlike many others around the world during this pandemic, I have a home to shelter in, meaningful work to do, ways to connect digitally, and the means to obtain food.

And I try to follow the example of the psalmist:

“But I have calmed and quieted my soul,
like a weaned child with its mother;
my soul is like the weaned child that is with me

O Israel, hope in the LORD
from this time on and forevermore.”

 

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* In my first edition of this post, I said that Psalm 131 was the shortest of Psalms. I have been corrected by my friend and UDTS graduate Carol Bayma. Carol points out that Psalm 117 is the shortest, which she knows because of a 5th-grade Sunday School assignment to read a chapter of the Bible each week. When pressed for time, Carol would always return to Psalm 117 so she could honestly say she had read a chapter. I don’t know how Carol got away with reading the same chapter so often. Maybe she was as persuasive and engaging at 10 years old as in her adult life!

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A Sketch of the Seminary

Annette Bourland Huizenga February 13, 2020

Last week I walked through the second-floor hall of Severance and I thought: “There’s so much energy and activity here. I’ve got to blog about some of these projects and plans and people.” So here are a few sketches of life at UDTS since the beginning of January 2020.

Version 21. A joyful announcement: Dr. Mary Emily Duba, our Visiting Assistant Professor of Theology, will no longer be “visiting” with us. She will join UDTS as a full-time faculty member after the conclusion of her post-doctoral fellowship this summer. Dr. Duba’s primary teaching and administrative responsibilities will be in the undergraduate theology program (watch a quick video here). We have already witnessed and benefited from her insight, creativity, and collaboration in this program.She is a gifted teacher and advisor who exemplifies the “caring intrusiveness” of the mission of the University of Dubuque.

2. The Young Adult Ministry Scholars bring fresh insights and a commitment to serve to the entire student body. Here’s a short list of their practica (plural of “practicum”):

  • teaching undergraduate courses;
  • directing and staffing the UD food pantry;
  • working with international students as instructors and hosts;
  • worship and Bible study leaders with campus ministry;
  • leading workshops and other tasks with the career center; and,
  • recruiting for seminary admissions.

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    Dr. Lindsey Ward recently joined the seminary faculty as Director of Young Adult Ministry Scholars Program and Assistant Professor of Worldview Studies. This photo of her on Mt. Whitney gives a hint of her gift of perseverance!

3. The Seminary Faculty-Staff Council continues to discern what new things God might be pointing out about our distinctive mission in theological education.

  • For the past few months, we’ve focused on building our community relationships–so we each had lunch or coffee with at least one colleague we wanted to get to know better. Some people had the benefit of multiple collegial lunches!
  • A small task force of faculty, staff, and students is reviewing and renewing our worship practices.
  • The Clergy Coaching Initiative, funded by a grant from the Lilly Foundation, has given us insights into supporting pastors in a range of ministries. Rev. Dr. Elmer Colyer, Rev. Dr. Christopher James, and Rev. David Rohrer lead separate cohorts, and the project is directed by Rev. Karen Nelson.

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    The faculty-staff council is reading this important book together. Our discussion happens over lunch on March 25.

Of course, we’re also still teaching, advising, and working on scholarship in order to participate in God’s mission in the church and the world.

And that’s some news from Dubuque Seminary. May your own ministry be established in God’s mercy and justice.

 

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Another academic year

Annette Bourland Huizenga August 29, 2019

When I look back over my life, I am surprised to realize how many years I have spent as a student. . . . K-12, 4 years of college, 6 years of masters-level work, 9 years on my doctoral studies. For almost half my life I identified as a student, and I can now add 11+ years as a teacher. I will hold my father partly responsible for my life-long focus because he constantly encouraged (and sometimes pushed) his five children to excel at school. Of course, the encouragement wouldn’t have stuck with me if I hadn’t experienced the joy of successful learning.

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Walkersville High School (opened 1965), where I attended grades 7-12

And here we are near the start of another academic year at UDTS. I say “near the start” because most of our students have already taken courses during the August residency. During our two weeks together, the new students express such an interesting combination of nervousness and enthusiasm while the returning students seem like old-hands at navigating the intense schedule of classes, worship, meals, studies, and field trips.

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New seminary students contemplate the low ropes course at Four Mounds, Dubuque

 

At this time of year, my thoughts often settle on departures and arrivals: we said fare-well to graduating students in May and then welcomed new students in August. oEarlier in the summer, I had spent some “quality time” in the International Terminal at O’Hare Airport while waiting for my luggage to catch up to me. I started out near the departure gate, observing many long hugs, some teary faces, and anxious goodbyes as the passenger began their travels into the security area.

<> on April 25, 2018 in Chicago, Illinois.After about an hour, British Airways told me that my bag would be waiting for me downstairs at the arrivals lobby. The scenes just outside these doors showed different emotions: relief, laughter, and tears of joy. I saw smiles, balloons and flowers, and many selfies being taken.

So when I decided to preach on the story of Abram and Sarai leaving Haran (Genesis 12), I had these kinds of travels in mind. But of course, our ancestors in faith had far more and complicated difficulties than passing through U.S. Customs (although that is difficult for some). In fact, Abram and Sarai shared many of the same problems–political pressures, economic failures, military violence, famine and drought, dealing with unknown languages, customs, and cultures–faced by modern-day refugees and immigrants. It’s very appropriate to think of Abraham and Sarah as immigrants for their whole lives. (You can listen/watch the whole sermon starting at around 11:20 on this video). 

Refugees of war and natural disasters are uprooted overnight with no idea of where they will go. Desperate people try to cross the U.S.-Mexican border in the desert, or they flee war-ravaged Syria by boat across the Mediterranean, leaving their possessions and familiar lives behind. Like Abraham and Sarah, their journey is full of danger and misery, even as it’s fueled by the hope of something new and better.

I have never had to suffer from this kind of travel. But I believe the Holy Spirit wants me and those in my situation to imagine what these immigrant experiences might be like for other human beings. So I have listened to the stories of the journeys from people I know.

  • I have met UDTS seminary students who have found the U.S. to be a refuge from violence: Ekram Kachu from Sudan, Paul Both from South Sudan, Gilo Agwa from Ethiopia.
  • I sit with Blanca, a member of my church, who came to the U.S. illegally after being sexually assaulted by family members.
  • I listen to my doctor of ministry student Rev. Benjamin Sang-Bawi from Myanmar, who tells me the joys and concerns about pastoring the Carson Chin Baptist Church (immigrant Burmese) in Columbus Junction, Iowa.

My world has expanded because these brave believers have shared their stories of immigration and God’s faithfulness to them.

At the very least, no matter what we think about the politics of the situation on our southern border and the rhetoric in the news, I am convinced that we need

  • To respect each desperate immigrant as a child of God.
  • To imagine the emotional distress of these fellow human beings.
  • To connect with their experiences of dislocation, fear, insecurity, and the unknown by remembering our own similar experiences.

In reality, we are all sojourners, immigrants, strangers in a strange land. We are all on journeys through different and sometimes frightening places. We bump up against new languages and odd foods. We have conflicts over different opinions and behaviors. Worse than that, we encounter people who intentionally, or maybe unintentionally, shame us or even harm us. In all these situations, we find courage when we look to Jesus, who walked this same earthly journey, an immigrant from heaven, a stranger in a strange land.

 

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Summer Encounters

Annette Bourland Huizenga July 30, 2019

In June, I was lucky enough to participate in a conference at the Centre for Biblical Studies in Cluj, Romania. The papers we presented will be revised and published in a volume of The Bible and Women series, translated into German, Spanish, Italian, and English. I’ll tell you a bit more about this event later.

Although Romania was never on my list of must-see places to visit, I do very much enjoy traveling, and especially to international meetings of New Testament scholars. After receiving the invitation last fall, I did a quick Google search of birding spots in Romania. Highlights included the Danube Delta Biosphere Reserve and the Carpathian Mountains.  Since many of the most exciting and joyful activities of our marriage have involved birding, Tim agreed we should look into the options for a birdwatching tour of Romania.

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We encountered this flock of Great White Pelicans feeding on a backwater of the Danube Delta; photo by Evelyn Luecke. Many other photos by Ev, our fellow tour participant, at this link.

We were fortunate to locate Neophron Tours, with Dimiter Georgiev its managing director. Like most birding guides, Dimiter has an encyclopedic memory of bird identifications, their special habitats, flight patterns, nesting habits, and varieties of songs and calls. He ably led us on our search for 160+ species of birds, on the water and the shore, in fields and steppes, in the air and high in the mountains.

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Eurasian Bee-eater, photo by Ev

As you may know, birdwatching is a soul-restoring activity for me. On this trip, I thoroughly relaxed from the mental and emotional intensities that come at the end of the academic year. A 3-day boat trip through the Danube Delta brought the gentle rocking of the boat, the lapping of wavelets on its sides, a persistent breeze, the bright sun, and the silence of my companions as we listened for birds. Need I say that many naps were taken?

Late one day, we putted slowly across a lake area dotted by large numbers of lily pads with white and yellow flowers. These pads supported the nests of Common Terns and Black-necked Grebes, along with any number of croaking green frogs. The motor turned off, we drifted along, very close to the birds who were not that alarmed.

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Common Tern chick; Black-necked Grebe in the background; photo by Ev

Then, at the other side of the lake, I  saw an activity I had heard about but never observed: the mating dance of two Great Crested Grebes. The birds approach each other, necks bending and bowing , forehead and “ear” feathers fanned out, entranced with each other, then swimming or diving away. It was magic. A miracle. A solace. A delight. A sign of God’s presence.

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Great Crested Grebe, my favorite bird species of the trip; photo by Ev

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I suspect most of you have seen enough Romanian birds now, so I’ll get back to the scholarly conference. Other delightful experiences awaited me there, including:

  • engaging conversations with Professor Korinna Zamfir, of Babes-Bolyai University in Cluj, the organizer of the meeting;
  • delicious meals with Professors Angela Standhartinger and Marianne Bjelland Kartzow whose writings on the Pastoral Letters have enriched my own; and,
  • lively discussions about early female deacons, graduate students, and the movie “My Big Fat Greek Wedding” with Professor Ekaterini Tsalampouni of Aristotle University of Thessaloniki.

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More information on the meeting can be found here

My assigned topic was “Mothers in the New Testament Letters.” I felt a bit daunted to tackle this topic because there aren’t very many “real” mothers mentioned in these letters. I wondered what I would talk about. Here’s a paragraph that describes my dilemma:

Like all of you, I have had my own particular experience of being mothered. My mother was a married White college-educated woman, who liked to sew, lead our Girl Scout troops, and teach kindergarten. During the 1950s and 60s, we lived in a mostly White, American, middle-class very small town in a farming region. Years later, I had married and moved to Chicago, and I became a mother myself, giving birth to two infants. I snuggled and breastfed them, cleaned and clothed them. As they grew, I provided for their economic and social needs, for their educational and religious training. And now I support them as adults who are parenting their own funny, delightful, and sometimes irritating children. I have been in a mothering role for nearly 40 years. I could talk for a long time about my regrets and delights in being a mother (and so could my children and spouse). My personal experience serves to remind me of how little we actually know about the mothering accomplished by women in the Roman Imperial world.

When a scholar sits in their study, researching and writing a paper alone, it can be hard to imagine the audience who will listen to and interact with their thoughts. One worries that the paper will receive highly-critical questions or perhaps extremely bored indifference. (Academics [even those studying the Bible] can be very competitive and ambitious!) I’m glad to say that the scholars and papers at this conference were welcomed with generous attention along with insightful additions to their arguments.

So, these are a few of my summer encounters: birds and feminist biblical scholars. Actually, when I think about it, what could be more restorative?

 

 

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Theological Education Changed My Life, Part 2

Annette Bourland Huizenga May 9, 2019

I began preaching once a month when I was called to serve as associate pastor at LaSalle Street Church (Chicago) in 1989.

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Preaching my last sermon as a pastor at LaSalle Street Church, August 1999

Let it be known that I have never taken a course in homiletics. The grace of God and the generous attention of those people formed me as a preacher.

Not only did I lack training in preaching, I had also never taken a course in biblical exegesis. By trial and error, I learned how to study a text, and then how to express some true and important things about it that might be helpful to the spiritual growth of other people. Again, the grace of God.

My ignorance and inexperience led me back to school about twenty years after my first sojourn at seminary (see my November 2017 blog post).  This time I discovered  McCormick Theological Seminary in Chicago.

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McCormick Theological Seminary Administration Building in 1995

Thinking I might like to work on a Doctor of Ministry degree,  the plan was to take enough masters-level courses (especially in biblical studies) to supplement my earlier, shorter degree and go on to the DMin.

Twenty years before, my first seminary experience was full-time and residential. Now  I was part-time commuter student. I registered for a fall course called “The Letters of Paul” and drove down to Hyde Park for the first day of class. Walking through the lower-level of the building, I saw a woman somewhat frantically making multiple copies on different colors of paper. Turned out this was my professor, Dr. Margaret M. Mitchell, and she was assembling the 20+ syllabus for our class that met just about 15 minutes later.

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Historical Artifact: syllabus for “The Letters of Paul” course taught by M. M. Mitchell , McCormick Theological Seminary, Fall 1995. Those of us who have studied with her over the years have come to appreciate the clear layout, the breadth of contents, and the sheer artistry of her syllabi.

After maybe two class sessions, my brain was on fire, and in a good way. We delved into Paul’s writings in ways that:

  • positioned the letters in the Roman Imperial context;
  • made clear his sometimes contentious relationships with the recipient churches;
  • explained some of Paul’s more confusing images and theology; and,
  • connected the students with strong research about ancient literature and rhetoric.

I was enthralled by Professor Mitchell’s extensive knowledge of Greek and Roman philosophy, archaeology, history, and art. Her enthusiasm energized the lectures and discussions.

Every day I found new ideas to ponder about these letters . . . deeper interpretations that made their way into my sermons and teaching. I just love this about theological education–those opportunities for integrative learning that benefit leaders, churches, and missions.

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I registered for my next course at McCormick, during Winter Quarter 1996: “The Book of Job,” instructor Dr. Theodore Hiebert. What a contrast in teachers, topics, and learning strategies! Ted’s syllabus was exactly one page long, on white paper, an example of the openness of his pedagogy. I think our first assignment might have been to write an essay about a personal experience of Job-like suffering, when life felt unfair, God seemed absent, and hope was exhausted. At the end of each class, Ted would organize the next session, asking “Who would like to present on C. S. Lewis’s A Grief Observed?,” “or “. . .  Bill McKibben‘s The Comforting Whirlwind?” “Which two of you want to respond?” Throughout this seminar, we students developed deep respect for each other, and, I at least, gained an enduring affection for the book of Job.

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Sarah Tanzer, Professor of New Testament and Early Judaism, McCormick Theological Seminary. Sarah served as editor for my commentary on the Pastoral Letters, asking insightful questions about the contents and making suggestions that greatly improved the writing.

My four years of part-time study at McCormick focused on these and other delightful instructors: Sarah Tanzer, Robert Brawley, David Esterline, Paula Hiebert. And they brought another turn in my journey: following their examples, I gradually discerned a call to a teaching ministry in biblical studies. I switched my course of study to an MA, and immersed myself in Greek and Hebrew. With their support, I applied to doctoral programs in my late 40s, so that, by the grace of God again, they became my colleagues in this academic mission.

Once again, theological education changed my life, this time through these professors who labor in that field out of love for the scriptures and for those students preparing for ministry.

 

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Finding God on the small screen

Annette Bourland Huizenga February 13, 2019

Although I’m a committed book-reader, I still manage to watch several shows each week through Netflix, Prime, and Acorn services. I even follow a couple shows on prime-time TV. I could tell you that these shows are my “guilty pleasures,” except that I don’t feel any guilt (or shame) at all about spending my time this way. In fact, sometimes I find God there. And I see other people searching for God, or expressing faith, or trying to align their lives in response to a personal challenge that has spiritual or moral dimensions.

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St. Thomas Aquinas, 1225-1274 Altarpiece, Ascoli Piceno, Italy, by Carlo Crivelli (15th century)

On CBS, for example, “Madam Secretary” features a US Secretary of State whose husband is a Catholic moral theologian (and a spy). Hardly an episode goes by without a mention of Thomas Aquinas or the application of Christian ethical analysis to a contemporary political situation. This is the influence of writer Joy Gregory, who brings her Catholic background and her interest in people of faith to bear on each episode.

“The Crown” series on Netflix depicts the reigns of Queen Elizabeth II, with a touching portrayal of the religious devotion she brought when she was first crowned, as well as a scene or two with Rev. Billy Graham. While these may not be factually accurate, they help the viewer reflect on the depth of Elizabeth’s commitment in her leadership role. The character certainly understands her ascension to the throne as a godly act.

It was surprising to hear a quotation from the Bible in a sermon given by the Rev. Paul Coates (played by Arthur Darvill) in the final episode of the BBC’s “Broadchurch” season 2. To a community filled with fear, sadness, and anger after a vicious murder committed by one of their own, the priest says: 

 “There’s a line from Hebrews [10:24-25c] echoing through my head: ‘Let us all consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds. Not giving up meeting together as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another . . . .’ Now I hope that even without me here you will go on encouraging one another. All any of us really want are love and good deeds.”

A bit simplistic, but a lovely way to interpret the scripture for a particularly difficult (fictional and cinematic) context.

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I skimmed through Marie Kondo’s The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up a couple years ago but never used her process with my own possessions. My initial reaction to her idea that a piece of clothing, artwork, or book should “spark joy” seemed just silly to me.

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Marie Kondo speaking at the RISE Conference; Photo licensed by Creative Commons https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Creative_Commons

Then I watched the first episode of her new Netflix reality show “Tidying with Toddlers,” and I was struck by the gentle but firm spirit with which she engages the family. As she found a place to kneel in silence, eyes closed, thanking the home for its sheltering of the family, I felt the holiness of the moment through the screen. The parents teared up as they too sat silently, remembering the ideals and hopes for their life together in that home. Something shifted in their relationship to each other, their children, and their domestic environment. The scene reminded me of my first attraction to our house and inspired a gratitude to God that its spaces that have been so hospitable for my family and friends over thirty-two years.

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Another show that I’ve touched base with is the 2018 version of Netflix “Queer Eye.” In Season 1, Episode 5, a “devoutly Christian father of six” living in Marietta, Georgia, is nominated for a makeover by the five gay men. While digging in a new vegetable garden with the nominee, star Bobby Berk bluntly asks him what he thinks about gays. The father says, “We are supposed to love everybody.” Bobby replies with his own story: he was raised in an Assembly of God congregation, went to church “every day of the week,” played in the praise band, attended youth group, etc., etc. But then the church’s judgments and preaching against homosexuality excluded him from that lifelong commune with God and with other believers. A heartbreaking moment for any Christian to watch.

This crucial issue of how churches relate to LGBTQ persons arises again in Season 2, Episode 1 “God Bless the Gay.”

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Photos of Gay, GA; by SaveRivers, Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0

This time the five hosts drive to Gay, Georgia (population 89, and yes, the town name does not go unmentioned) in order to meet Ms. Tammye Hicks. She’s asked them to finish up a renovation on her church’s community center, so Christian faith and practice take center place in this episode. On the drive in, the hosts discuss their personal history with church and with God, with both positive and negative experiences. I watched this episode last fall and I’m still impressed by their openness and vulnerability. And, if you’re looking for a sermon illustration about forgiveness, reconciliation, and healing, then the story of “Mama Tammye” and her family offers up real-life miracles.

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My son never tires of pointing out that I gravitate toward stories with happy — or at least, fairly resolved — endings: murder mysteries and makeovers, The Lord of the Rings and The Wizard of Earthsea, memoirs where the writer achieves some goal, or learns something new about themselves or others, or moves into the next stage of life with courage and good humor. I suppose that’s why I’m a teacher so that I can experience the joy of participating in the learning and growth of others. It’s also why I’m a believer in the movement of God’s Spirit, the one who seeks to bring wholeness to all creation.

 

 

 

 

 

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