Vital Elements of Worship: Wash Your Hands

Sunday’s Scripture ~ Mark 1:4-11.

During my hospital chaplaincy internship I encountered (and sometimes endured) a variety of different experiences. From late night pages to the Emergency Room to early morning chats with Food Service employees, from wandering the halls of the ICU *literally* watching the eyes of Jesus follow me to watching life-flight helicopters transport persons from one hospital to another. I learned so much about humility and humanity. I learned when it was better to speak and better to remain silent. I experienced joy and sorrow and pink eye.

That’s right. Pink eye.

My brother had pink eye several times growing up, but I eluded its havoc until my chaplaincy internship. I remember sitting in urgent care and asking the physician how I contracted pink eye; I consider myself a generally healthy person. “Probably,” he said, “because you touched a door handle at the hospital and then touched your face. The person that touched the handle before you likely had germs on their hands that developed into conjunctivitis for you.

How kind.

By the end of my internship I knew the location of every automatic door in the hospitals. I opened doors with my hips and elbows like a champ! Having come out of “the valley of the shadow of pink eye” I was not taking any chances on a repeat visit.

As I think back on this experience, I am struck by the fact that perhaps I would not have contracted pink eye if someone else had taken the time to wash their hands. Hospitals have hand sanitizers and sinks all over! And yet maybe someone thought they would skip that stop at the sink or dispenser just that once…

And then God – as God usually does – turned this situation on me – and I began to think about all of the times that I “skip a stop” or activity or gesture that would make the path of the person coming behind me easier. It could be picking up a piece of trash so that someone else does not have to see it or do it. It could be stopping to write a quick note or text message to someone that has been on my heart. It could be taking the time to complete a chore that needs to be done that is not necessarily on my plate, but on the plate of someone I love.

If I take time for these small, simple gestures I believe God’s care and generosity shows through my action. And if we each took time – made time – for small, simple gestures so that God’s care and generosity shows through all of us – what a wonderful world it would be.

What might those small, simple actions be for you this week? In his teaching with the Early Methodists John Wesley established Three General Rules to guide the life and practice of faith for the people called Methodist. Wesley invited people to consider how (if) their thoughts, words, and/or deeds upheld the following:

  1. Do no harm.
  2. Do good.
  3. Attend upon the ordinances of God through prayer, the searching of Holy Scripture, and receiving the sacraments.

I invite you to take time this week to consider how your thoughts, words, and deeds uphold Wesley’s General Rules. How are your decisions leading you to do no harm, do good, and attend upon the ordinances of God? How are you creating space for the necessary and needful stops along the way to make the path easier for persons coming after you?

How many times have you washed your hands today? (*wink*) 

Prayer: “I am thine, O Lord, I have heard thy voice, and it told thy love to me; but I long to rise in the arms of faith and be closer drawn to thee. Consecrate me now to thy service, Lord, by the power of grace divine; let my soul look up with a steadfast hope, and my will be lost in thine. Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord, to the cross where thou hast died. Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed Lord, to thy precious, bleeding side.”* Amen.

*”I Am Thine, O Lord,” The United Methodist Hymnal 419.


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.

Vital Elements of Worship: Passionate Worship

Sunday’s Scripture ~ Isaiah 6:1-8.

I grew up attending a church that offered strictly traditional worship services until I was in middle school…that was when – what some called – the “hootin’-nanny” service debuted! Guitars, drums, and clapping, oh my!

I was so excited for this new service as I had been to summer camp for the first time months before and they, too, had guitars, drums, and clapping as a highlight in their worship experience. It was there at summer camp that, for the first time, I “felt” something in worship. Surely it had to be encouraged by those bass drum beats.

My mother gave me permission to attend the new service, though she was not too happy it was scheduled while Sunday School was offered. I went. I was ready. I wanted to “feel” something again.

And after a few weeks, I went back to Sunday School…because the feeling did not come. I continued to worship with my parents in the traditional service. And I sat in my quiet time with God – though I doubt I called it that then – wondering why I had lost “the feeling.”

I remember it was Easter – and Easter was (is) a big deal at my home church. Huge choir, bell choir, brass, and pipe organ – all 72 registers of pipe organ glory! For as long as I can remember the recessional on Easter has been Widor’s Toccata No. 5 – a truly incredible piece. Mr. Corl began to play. About midway through the piece the sound shifts into some quieter pipes; the sound is not as forward, as prominent, and then the piece begins to build towards the finale! As Mr. Corl began his crescendos, I began to have “that feeling” again. What? How could this be possible? I had it first with guitars and drums and clapping…pipe organ is about the farthest thing from guitars, drums and clapping. And yet I was swept up in the feeling – of being in the true presence of Almighty God.

I was 11…almost 12. I remember going home and pondering why the feeling had come in two different settings, two different worship styles, same me in both places, same God in both places…

It was not till many many years later that I realized it was not the same me in both places. I had matured in my faith – it might have been small, but the maturity was there.

In that maturity I changed.

And in my changing I began to learn that I do not worship – I am not called to worship – because I hope or aim to experience some kind of feeling out of being there. I worship because I have been and continue to be invited into the presence of Almighty God – this is pure grace. And it is an incredible privilege to be able to live and serve and have the resources in a country where I am free to worship as I do – this is a great gift.

As I continue maturing in my life of faith I find that experiencing “that feeling” is directly connected to my awareness of being in God’s presence while in worship. In the quiet moments when I am wholly in the presence of God – not thinking about what is next or what just happened or what I will eat (for some reason I think about eating a lot these days…) – and I just am with my God – I am overcome with emotions of assurance, safety, and love.

Do I experience this feeling each time I worship? No. Does that discourage me from worshipping? No. I am committed to coming into God’s presence through worship and – with God’s help – perfecting my being present in God’s presence.

I encourage you to find your way of being present with God just as you are in worship. Give thanks for the grace that invites you to come. Be grateful to be in a country and with the resources that allow you to come. And give yourself the permission, grant yourself the freedom from to-do lists, distractions, despairs, and maybe even thoughts about what you will next eat to worship – truly worship – in the presence of Almighty God.

Prayer: “I stand amazed in the presence of Jesus of the Nazarene, and wonder how he could love me, a sinner, condemned, unclean. How marvelous! How wonderful! And my song shall ever be! How marvelous! How wonderful is my Savior’s love for me!”* Amen.

*“I Stand Amazed in the Presence,” The United Methodist Hymnal 371.