It’s my first day back in the office following my post-Easter vacation. I traditionally take at least a week off after Easter to rest, breath, get stuff done around the house that got neglected during Lent and to reflect.
It was glorious.
Now I find myself lost.
Each year I get so accustomed to the busyness of Lent that when it abruptly stops, I am thrown into somewhat of a tizzy. I have to reorient myself to the “normal-ness” of pastoral life. And when I say “normal-ness” I say that tongue-in-cheek; knowing that there is nothing “normal” in pastoral ministry.
But to make matters worse, summer is approaching which means:
~ No confirmation classes
~ Earlier worship times
~ No Wed Night Live (our Wednesday Sunday school program)
~ No release time (3rd – 5th grade)
~ No monthly ministerial meetings
Basically, my schedule frees up a lot.
The temptation for me is to procrastinate; thinking that I have all summer to get confirmation planned for the fall, etc. But summer really isn’t that long. Time does flies by and before I know it, September will be here and a new season of “normal-ness”. And after nearly 10 years of pastoral ministry one would think I would be used to this.
But I’m not.
It’s kind of like jumping into a cold lake. There’s an initial shock but eventually you get used to the water. And it makes no difference how many times you jump into cold water ~ there’s always a shock.
So maybe I just need to tread water for a day or two; slowly acclimating, before beginning the long swim across the lake. So if you see me with a deer-in-the-headlights look for the next couple days; just politely wave and try not to stare to much. I’m not being lazy; I’m just treading water trying to adjust to the new “normal-ness”.
The pastor -|—
Gracious God, I have just been struck with the awareness of the awesome responsibility that is looming; children coming to this church building to see you. Twenty one 3 – 5th graders coming soon; 8 confirmation students later this afternoon and 40 some Wednesday Night Live students tonight. God…bless everyone of those students that they may see you. Bless the teachers that will be teaching those students.
Gracious God, I am thankful that you have placed me here in this place. I am thankful that you have found me worthy to minister to these children. I am thankful that you walk along side of me during these times. May you be glorified in my words and actions. Grant me patience and wisdom as I interact with these great kids.
So…here we go. Let’s have some fun.
The pastor -|—
I consider the potlucks at the churches I serve (Salem and Belmont) to be legendary, but Sunday’s meal was one for the record books…and for a reason you might not expect.
This past Sunday, freezing rain slowed SW MN down to a crawl. Actually…it was way too slippery to even crawl. Sidewalks, roadways, gravel, everything was covered in a very slippery coating of ice and I have a bruise on my leg and an achy arm to show for it. My 8 mile drive from Belmont (my country congregation) to Salem was driven at 25 mph, which at times felt very fast for the conditions. Call me a dare devil if you want, but I had another worship service to lead that morning.
As I inched down the slippery road, in town, going to Salem, I darn near slid right by the parking lot at a whopping 5 mph. After managing to will my 4×4 Jeep to turn left, I slowly got to my garage. I then gingerly crept over to the church with my arms full and hoping I didn’t fall again. Upon entering the secure footing of the inside of the church building, I hurried to get ready. You see…it was also annual meeting Sunday and I began to wonder if we were even going to have it. I found my council president and walked to the sanctuary with him to access the situation. Very quickly we decided to postpone the meeting for 2 weeks. But what about the food those few people brought for the potluck?
We decided that since we were here and that there was food, why not eat it (following worship of course). The hot portion of the potluck consisted of a crock pot of BBQ wienies and some corn hotdish thingy. There were also a few relishes, some homemade bread, a couple salads and a bunch of desserts. Not the healthiest meal in the world but very yummy.
The “legendary” status of this meal came in the fact that we all gathered together, at three tables, and ate. Not one person minded the skimpiness of the selection. There was laughter, conversations, fellowship and safety from the treacherous conditions. And it was very clear to see that great potlucks are not measured by the quantity of food available for plate heaping but rather the quality of the time that is spent together with the Body of Christ.
Don’t get me wrong…I love those potlucks that force me to strategize my eating (so much food; so little plate and stomach room), but Sunday’s potluck will be one I will not soon forget. Quantity or not, we had a great time.
Praise be to God!
The pastor -|—
We tried something new yesterday at Salem. Shocking…Lutherans trying something new. Wow
Anyway…what we did for the first time was have coffee fellowship time BEFORE worship. I know that this is not a revolutionary thing as I have experienced this at other churches in the past, but it was new for us. And from what I heard from a number of people this was a big hit.
[By the way…I take no credit for this idea. I wish I could.]
When people arrived they seemed pleasantly surprised by the crowd in our small narthex. When I told them about the coffee time a smile quickly formed on their face Many people grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down to visit. Before long there was a holy buzz in the narthex. People were talking and laughing. One of the cool things I noticed was that there were people participating in this holy buzz that normally don’t stay after worship for coffee fellowship time. That put a smile on my face
At about 10:10 a.m. (worship begins at 10:15) I began to wonder how I was going to break up this holy buzz. I almost wanted to have worship out there in the narthex (but there were people in the sanctuary waiting to begin). So I walked inside; waited for the organist to stop playing; and I starting talking. People quickly filed in as I shared the morning announcements. It was a smooth transition.
As worship continued I quickly noticed something else (something others shared with me later). There was a different kind of “energy” in the sanctuary. It’s hard to explain but that pre-worship holy buzz drifted into the sanctuary and something happened. One person said, “It felt warm“, and I would agree. Following worship some people continued to hang around in the narthex for another cup of coffee and another quick treat.
More holy buzz.
All in all it was a great morning.
I think it is so easy to take Christian fellowship for granted. Worship, scripture reading and prayer are important and essential but so is taking time to visit and listen to people. I know we can not recreate last Sunday but I think it is safe to say that pre-worship fellowship time is going to continue…and definitely with my blessing.
God is Good!
This was my supper at Wednesday Night Live (Sunday school on Wednesday) a couple weeks. I am willing to bet you can guess what was on the menu
After I took this picture I showed it to a parent/church council member and she laughed (she is the one who came up with the caption for the picture). She then said that she was in charge of devotions at the council meeting (which was slated to begin soon) and she didn’t have anything. Now she did and shared this as part of her devotions (with her talking and me passing my phone around the table).
God IS good for countless reasons but if God were pancakes I imagine God would be the best pancakes ever. Sweet enough that you wouldn’t need syrup (which I did use on the above mentioned pancakes).
God is good…all the time!
All the time…God is good!
Amen to that
We didn’t serve Doughnut holes this year but we were still out in full force
Today was the first day of school…and like last year Salem Lutheran Church was out in the parking lot to greet kids and their parents.
You may remember from my “Doughnut holes” post from last year (see link above) but the church parking lot provides a convenient way for parents to drop off their kids and pick them up from school…and the first day of school is the busiest.
This year the Salem Lutheran Church council had more time to plan and brainstorm. So this year we were out in the parking lot with coffee for mom and dad and juice for the kids (like last year). Something different from last year is that instead of doughnut holes we gave the kids a choice between a box of raisins or a granola bar; something they could take with them and eat later if they wanted (and it was healthy). We also had pencils with various sayings like “Jesus loves you“.
And…we had a box of kleenix…which was a welcomed sight for a couple parents
Why did we do this?
~ It wasn’t to gain more members
~ It wasn’t a fundraiser.
~ It wasn’t to bring more visibility to the church.
The reason was simple: To share the love of Christ in a very practical way.
…And we had a lot of fun.
After we were done ideas were starting to flow for next year…but hopefully it is not a full year until we show the love of Christ in a practical way. Hopefully this is a daily habit for people.
And for the Church…I look forward to the next opportunity
I saw a question on Twitter this morning that asked:
“Are you wearing red today?”
To some of you this may seem like a strange question so allow me to put it into context. Today is Pentecost Sunday (liturgical color: Red). This is the Sunday when we recognize the giving of the Holy Spirit to the disciples in Acts 2. A great story of the birth of the church and the work of the Holy Spirit. But I have serious problems with this question and the encouraging of people to wear red today (other than the fact that we don’t encourage people to wear clothing to match other liturgical colors throughout the year).
Think about it: If you were to visit a church on Pentecost Sunday (not knowing what this day was or forgetting it was Pentecost) and upon entering the church you notice a sea of people wearing red, what would your first thoughts be?
For me I would:
(1) Start to wonder if there was a special celebration going on that I wasn’t invited to. I might be a little leery about going in; thinking I was crashing a party.
(2) Wonder if people were looking at me wondering why I didn’t wear red today. Kind of like going to a Vikings tailgate party and not wearing purple and gold.
(3) Feel like an outsider; not part of the group. Kind of like wearing a Packers jersey to a Vikings tailgate party.
(4) Feel left out; like I am not wanted in this group…like a Packers fan at a Vikings tailgate party
(5) Probably not return to that church…because I would not want to feel like this again.
The encouraging of people to wear red on Pentecost (and Reformation Sunday…the other Sunday people are encouraged to wear red) is done in order to give those Sundays a special emphasis; not to isolate visitors. But it does have that effect. So I have stopped inviting people to wear red. If they do…great. Will I wear my red stole today? Absolutely. But I want ALL people to feel welcome.
Think about that today and other Sundays:
~ Are there things that we do in our churches that might cause people to feel like outsiders?
~ Are we truly welcoming communities?
~ When visitors walk into the church do they feel like they are wanted?
~ When visitors attend worship do they feel self-conscience about not knowing the “rules” of the church?
Let’s not become so comfortable that we exclude others. Make it a point to say “hi” to someone who is visiting and befriend them. Don’t let your church become an exclusive club but an inclusive family…the Body of Christ.
So don’t wear red today…wear the love of Christ.