So I Send You

Sunday’s Scripture ~ John 20:19-23.

Y’all. Holy Week Hangover is a real thing.

Apparently, I – and my family – did too much last week. (Oops? I might be a bad influence on them…) And so I am reaping what I sowed this week. Andrew has ear and throat infections. Joshua is a teething monster and fighting sleep like it is an Olympic sport. And I had a migraine earlier this week that could have laid out an entire parade of elephants!

Therefore, I would like to pause on a practice that I seldom do enough of – self care. We cannot just go go go. (Say it louder, Sarah, so you hear yourself! In fact, get up and go say this in front of the mirror a minimum of three times…right now…I’ll wait…) Go go going all the time makes us more susceptible to illness, short-tempered, and neglectful of those things that are truly needful – like spending time with loved ones and connecting with God.

Scripture tells us the story of our God and of his Christ that served and love and gave so much. Scripture also tells us the story of how on the seventh day God rested and that while the disciples were working the nightshift as fishermen, Jesus was napping. It is okay to rest. It is valuable to rest. Those are the opportunities where we reset and reevaluate so that when the time comes we are ready to purposefully reengage in the work that God has before us as individuals and as Christ’s Body, the church.

How do you practice self care? Do you nap, go for a run, read, or listen to music? Do you pray while taking an afternoon stroll, connect with a friend over coffee, get a massage, or sit in silence? Perhaps more importantly to ask, when was the last time you practiced self care? And if you are like me – meaning you can.not.remember – find time for that this week. Find time for that today. You cannot be – I cannot be – the person(s) God desires without caring for the body God gifted.

Take care, friends. Self care, friends. See you Sunday.

Prayer: “He left his Father’s throne above (so free, so infinite his grace!), emptied himself of all but love, and bled for Adam’s helpless race. ‘Tis mercy all, immense and free, for O my God, it found out me! ‘Tis mercy all, immense and free, for O my God, it found out me!”* Amen.

*“And Can It Be that I Should Gain,” The United Methodist Hymnal363.



Vital Elements of Worship: Breathing in Grace, Breathing Out Praise

Sunday’s Scripture ~ Psalm 150.
I am answering a lot of questions these days.
How are you feeling? Have you been sick? What has your experience been like? Do you need anything? How can I help?
Questions…that are hard to answer because I do not like (prefer) talking about myself.
Answering these questions draws me out of my comfort zone. It is important for me to share. And I feel and experience great care when I hear these (your) questions. Thank you, friends, for your care of me.
My biggest adjustment in starting my gestational journey is rest. I need to rest much more frequently than I have in recent memory…and I am finding that some attempts to rest are completely futile. I lie awake – uncomfortable, curious, nervous, and sore. In the quiet and in the stillness I ebb and flow between feelings of chaos and order. With God and Andrew, we are experiencing a huge time of creation! This is a (our!) Genesis Moment.
In Creation, there was order and chaos. In Creation, God spoke and it was so. In Creation, God spoke and said it was – we are – all is good. In Creation God breathed God’s life-giving Spirit into us, eternally solidifying our connection. In Creation, God worked and rested.
Rest is not a sign of weakness. Rest is not a sign of inadequacy. Rest is a way – God’s way – our way of recharging, recentering, and reinvigorating our work in and for the Kingdom. If we work without ceasing, our work becomes our idol. If we work without ceasing, we do not offer our best selves or services to God and neighbor. If we work without ceasing, we cut ourselves off from what God seeks to offer us in the midst of rest.
I do not like (prefer) to rest, but I am learning the value of rest. I do not like that my production levels are not equivalent to the past, but on those days I just remind myself that I fortified a central nervous system in the last 12 hours!
I do like that in my rest I am reminded of God’s life-giving breath falling afresh upon me as my breath nourishes the life of my and Andrew’s son. In those moments of rest I ask God to relieve feelings of anxiety and uncertainty. I ask God to help me be and to breathe deeply.
Prayer: “Breathe on me, Breath of God, fill me with life anew, that I may love what thou dost love, and do what thou wouldst do.”* Amen.
*”Breathe on Me, Breath of God,” The United Methodist Hymnal 420.

Plot From The Plain: Love – An Ethic of Generosity

Sunday’s Scripture ~ Luke 6:27-36

This week I enjoyed the gift of extended Sabbath by taking a week of vacation.  I slept late, I exercised lightly, I ate way too much.  I spent quality time with Andrew and sweet friends.

For fun Andrew and I explored a few antique shops in our area and started a new woodworking project this week – we are building a pergola for the concrete pad in our backyard.  And thanks to a great friend and coworker – we spent a day in the House of Mouse.  Fun times indeed.

While it has been a relaxing week, it has been a mindful week as I have pondered this week’s Scripture passage.  “Love your enemies,” Jesus said.  What a difficult statement to swallow.

“Love the animal abuser”

“Love the child molester”

“Love the democrat”

“Love the republican”

“Love the thief”

“Love the traitor”

“Love the …”

Why would Jesus say this?  I believe to set apart himself and the Kingdom he initiated.  And…to expose us to the scandal, outrageousness, and courageousness of his message.

Who would follow this message?  Who would endorse this leader by first their presence and then their witness?  I believe only the committed, because I do not think you can faithfully attend to this Lord, his message, or his Kingdom with one foot in and one foot out.

This isn’t the hokey-pokey.  It’s the Kingdom.  That’s what it’s all about.


Love is such a crazy thing…because at one and the same time we know so much about it but struggle to put it into words.  It’s a feeling, it’s an emotion, it’s an expression.

It’s the subject of many incredible 80s songs…

I do not want to reduce Christ’s love to that which is proclaimed by 80s hair bands, but I would like to lift up this one lyric by Bon Jovi:

Shot through the heart and you’re to blame / Darlin’ you give love a bad name

This lyric explores love gone wrong – love that is manipulative, love that plays games, love that says one thing and then does another.

This behavior is not love at all.

When we express true love – Christ’s love – it should not lead our neighbors to question our motives or role.  It should not be confusing or appear manipulative.

We do not want to give love a bad name.

We are ambassador’s of Christ’s love in the world.  We carry forth a love that is so bold and that is powerful enough to continue the revolution that ensued on the night of the Incarnation.  When we carry Christ’s love into the world – we carry all of it including all the charges that come along with it – not to exclude or look over but have at the forefront of our minds and hearts – loving our “enemies.”

And by loving them I believe God heals and transforms that we all become neighbors and friends.

Prayer: “For us he prayed; for us he taught; for us his daily works he wrought; by words and signs and actions thus still seeking not himself, but us.”* Amen.

*from “O Love, How Deep,” The United Methodist Hymnal, 267.

Faith and Works: Taming the Tongue

Sunday’s Scripture ~ James 3:1-12

A cherished time for pastors – The Sabbath.

A cherished time for pastors with ice cream and sprinkles and hot fudge and caramel and a cherry on top (which I give to Andrew because I don’t do cherries) – The Extended Sabbath!

I begin my vacation this coming Sunday and I am able to rest easy as the service at Reeves will be under the wise leadership of my worship arts director and lay speaker.  I think at times in the church – even The United Methodist Church – we forget we are the people’s church.  We – all of us – are called to the ministry – the priesthood of all believers.  Sometimes we slip into a mode of thinking that the work (the service, the administration, the scheduling, the dishwashing, the plumbing, the candlestick making) is only for the person at the church bearing the title “pastor”.  That’s an ecclesiastical myth!

(Ecclesiastical meaning Church!)

We all have the title of pastor.  The work of the church is for all of us to share.  And on Sundays when the pastor is away, the parishioners stay (and probably play a little!) and offer their talents and passions in leading worship.


In continuing our series on the book of James we turn to the beginning of Chapter 3.  Whenever I think about taming the tongue I immediately have an image in my head of a cartoon cat.  I can’t remember if it’s Tom from Tom and Jerry or Sylvester from Sylvester and Tweetie.  The point is Tom is in search for Jerry or Sylvester is after Tweetie and his tongue is leading the way…and it becomes completely tied up!  The tongue is wrapped around furniture, slammed in doors, drug through garbage – and as it should in cartoon land – ends up being tied in a neat little bow at the end.  Obviously the cat can no longer talk – or move for that matter – and his compatriot just sits alongside laughing until his sides ache.


Our tongues can get us into trouble.  I’m pretty positive that we won’t end up with our tongues wrapped around objects beyond the reaches of our mouths or the ends tied up with a bow…

But then again, Scripture says “with God all things are possible…”



Purity of self and body have always been a huge concern for God’s people.  In the early days God’s people whole-heartedly believed that their purity, cleanliness, or holiness was determined by what they physically encountered through touch or taste.  Commandments directed what God’s people could and couldn’t eat and what they could and couldn’t touch, as well as the process for ritual cleansing.  If a person wasn’t clean, then they were not permitted in community life – within their families, within their trade, or within the temple.

This understanding was the standard.  And then Jesus showed up and tweaked it.  In Matthew 15:11 Jesus says, “Listen and understand: it is not what goes into the mouth that defiles a person, but it is what comes out of the mouth that defiles” (emphasis my own).  What most readily spills forth from our mouths is words.  And our words flow from our tongues.

Have you ever sat with a toddler that is learning how to speak?  Essentially he or she is learning to tame or control his or her tongue – to curve it the right way, to place it with intention against the back of the teeth, to raise or lower it in relation to the palette.  Over and over and over again the child will practice to gain one word to his or her vocabulary.

There are words of judgment, ignorance, cruelty, and hate flying around like bullets these days – ricocheting off of everything and claiming God’s precious children as casualties.  I cannot believe that these words are innate – God would not and does not place these words in our hearts; they are a learned behavior practiced over and over and over again, which leads to cursing rather than blessing.

My friends, it is time for us to unlearn these words.  It is time for our tongues to be tamed.  It has long been time for us to be about the business of building up people and tearing down walls.  It will take time.  And in that time, God will make us holy – from the inside out.

Prayer: “As we worship, grant us vision, till your love’s revealing light in its height and depth and greatness dawns upon our quickened sight, making known the needs and burdens your compassion bids us bear, stirring us to tireless striving your abundant life to share.”* Amen.

*”Lord, Whose Love Through Humble Service,” The United Methodist Hymnal, 581.