M. died last night (Sunday night). 🙁 Please remember her and keep her family and friends (including BP) in your thoughts.
I didn't get that job (the one I interviewed for, and written exam I passed). 🙁
I ask your prayers for the repose of the soul of Jack M. Lynn, my father-in-law, who entered eternity last Friday morning.
Posted by Bosco Peters at LITURGY:
A prayer following the Pike River mining disaster:
From the NZ Prayer Book
In darkness and in light,
in trouble and in joy,
help us, heavenly Father,
to trust your love,
to serve your purpose,
and to praise your name,
through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
Joe's post, "This Week In Holy Crimes," at JOE.MY.GOD. is incredibly depressing and a complete embarrassment for those of us who call ourselves, Christian. Joseph, at SEERSUCKER SEMINARIAN, asks us to "Pray for the accused" and "pray for the victims" through the following collect:
Almighty and everlasting God, whose will it is to restore all things in your well-beloved Son, the King of kings and Lord of lords: Mercifully grant that the peoples of the earth, divided and enslaved by sin, may be freed and brought together under his most gracious rule; who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever. Amen.
Posted by Pastor Joelle at
SKATING IN THE GARDEN IN HIGH HEALS UNDER MY ALB:
When I came to you, brothers and sisters, I did not come proclaiming the mystery of God to you in lofty words or wisdom. For I decided to know nothing among you except Jesus Christ, and him crucified. And I came to you in weakness and in fear and in much trembling. I Corinthians 2:1-3
Yesterday was my last Sunday. Next Sunday the church I have served the passed five and half years will vote to leave the ELCA and the day after that I will move to a new home.
I usually use the above text for my farewell sermons. This time there was no farewell sermon. I just didn't have it in me to preach that kind of a sermon under these circumstances. It's been very difficult for me to find the balance between forgiving, leaving gracefully but not being "Minnesota nice" and pretending everything is okay and normal. To me the answer as been to live those words of Paul - to decide to know only Christ and him crucified.
I've been in conflicted congregations. I've been targeted by "alligators" I've been a scapegoat. Most pastors have. It's not pleasant but you learn to deal with it. I've never been in a congregation where the people just basically stopped listening to you. The last year there has basically been absolutely no respect for me as the pastor. People chose to believe things they read from strangers on the internet instead of me. People pretty much ignored me except for that cursed "Minnesota nice" where they are nice to your face and turn around and say God knows what about you behind your back.
But the one power they could not take away from me was the power to preach the gospel. I still got in that pulpit every Sunday and preached the Gospel. The more they complained about "Gospel lite" and "too much grace" the more I preached grace and forgiveness and God's love. Many ignored it, some tried to argue against it, but I'm convinced some heard it. All I had was Christ and him crucified and the Gospel and I preached it. And that's how I survived.
I needed forgiveness too and of course part of the problem was that they were pretty unforgiving. Pastors need forgiveness. Forgiveness helps me repent. It's so backwards when we insist repentance comes first. It is when forgiveness is withheld from me that I turn to justifying and rationalizing and excusing myself. It is when I am forgiven that I can humbly accept my error and resolve to do better next time. Being unforgiven leaves a gaping wound. If forgiveness is not forthcoming then the only way to heal that wound is to forgive the unforgiveness.
Well, there is only one song appropriate for the ice skating Pastor Joelle, and this is it:
Posted by REVEREND REF+ on his blog:
Friday was our going away party at church. Yesterday was my last service at my little church. After service we all hung around and had a group photo taken. After the photo op, everyone headed over to the parish hall for coffee hour (or, as I call it, Stuff). We were all enjoying ourselves until people realized they had to go home. And there were plenty of tears and hugs and well-wishes for everybody. Saying goodbye to these people was very hard.
I will be very happy when this chapter is over and I'm settled into the next.
Happy birthday to 8TH DAY'S significant other, Martha.
Everyone at OCICBW... hopes "midnight" was all that 8th Day was expecting and more.
A PERSONAL MATTER: I went to the doctor's today and my blood sugars are well on the way to being normal again. It seems it was just a virus that sent them haywire the other month.
This has just been posted by Jan at YEARNING FOR GOD, without further explanation. Of course, we hope it involves puppies or kittens, but even if it is about a little human, we should say CONGRATULATIONS!, I suppose, and pray that all goes well.