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Praise God!

Our Disciple I Bible Study class has gotten off to a great start. There are fifteen of us committed to reading the Bible through together for the next thirty-four weeks. We’ll be meeting for two hours every Sunday evening to talk about what we’ve read and to explore questions and reactions together. The group is a wonderful cross-section of our congregation–young adults, older adults, brand new and long-time members–and we bring all of our life experiences with us as we gather around the scriptures every week. Just two weeks into the journey, we’ve had some amazing conversations!

Last night some of us got into a conversation about “praise.” The theme word for the week was “Wonder,” and we had read the two creation stories, as well as parts of Job and several psalms. (If you want to sample some of what we read, you can read Psalm 8. It’s short but powerful!) Each of the scripture passages points to the glory of God, the wonder of God’s creation, the beauty of the world that God has created and the amazing truth that God has asked humankind to care for it all. It was hard to read all of those texts and not shout, “Wow! Praise God!” There are so many scripture texts, especially the psalms, that call us to “Praise God!” But what does it mean to you to praise God? How do you express your joy and gratitude to God? When was the last time you really felt full of praise for God? Unreserved, uninhibited praise?

On Sunday night, I learned a thing or two about praise. After our Disciple group finished, we headed upstairs to the sanctuary for the Imani African Children’s Choir program. It was a fundraiser for Raise the Roof, the ministry started by David and Marlene Ssebulime, with which we have partnered to build a school and sponsor children for education in Uganda. The house was packed, and the energy in the room was amazing. Then the drummers walked onto the chancel with their bright clothing and easy smiles. They began to play with all their might as the rest of the choir walked, skipped and jumped down the aisles singing God’s praises all the way. Watching their faces and seeing how they moved their bodies in full praise to God throughout the concert was inspiring to me. I thought, “I want to praise God with that kind of spirit!” As I reflect on that experience, I realize that I do not praise God nearly enough. Of course, I am a bit of an introvert and our culture is more reserved in a lot of ways than Ugandan or even ancient Israelite culture.

And I don’t believe that the only way to praise is with singing and dancing and waving my hands in the air. I can praise God with a whispered “Wow,” when I see the full moon, or with a quiet “Thank you,” when I see my children sleeping soundly. But what I realized on Sunday night was that my attitude toward God is not often an attitude of praise. Even in worship, as we’re singing hymns together, my mind is often wandering around other things. Ugh. I don’t want to be that way. I want to praise God with all my heart, with all my soul, with all my strength, with all my mind, with my whole body, with my voice–with all that I am. God deserves no less from me and you. So next time we are in worship together, let’s give ourselves permission to praise God in whatever way we feel led. Praise God!

 

Journey Through the Wilderness

Our journey together through the Bible is well on its way. We began on August 3 with the creation story, and this past Sunday we found ourselves in the Book of Numbers traveling through the wilderness with the Israelites. They are on their way to the Promised Land, but they have a long journey ahead of them. In fact, they have forty years of wandering ahead of them. In the desert. Without a road map. With only water and manna to eat. No wonder they complained.

In Exodus 16 and in Numbers 11 we hear about the manna that God provided for the Israelites in the wilderness. God gave them manna every day, just enough for each day. They couldn’t store it up or save it for later. They got what they needed one day at a time, no more, no less.

As we explored this powerful story on Sunday, we talked about how each one of us has at times walked in the wilderness. We’ve had the experience of feeling afraid, lost, sad or stuck, not knowing what the future holds. In my family right now, we’re walking through a wilderness of grief. When my mother died in October, it meant that both of my parents were gone. A few weeks after her death, I realized how different the world felt. Something underneath me shifted, and in some ways I’m still getting my bearings. Then, when David’s father passed away last month, we weren’t ready. It was too soon. It happened too fast. And some days, it just doesn’t seem real that he is no longer with us.

There have been many wilderness seasons in my life, as I’m sure there have been for you. Whether you’ve lost a job, moved to a new town, been through a divorce, struggled with physical or emotional pain or gone through a dry spell in your faith, wilderness experiences are simply part of the human experience.

But what the story of the Israelites tells me is that there is always manna in the wilderness. God is always there, providing us what we need for the day. We may just get one day at a time, but God is with us.

So, what has been manna for you lately? Where have you experienced nourishment from God in your daily life? Starting today, I am making a daily practice of writing down what manna I have received each day. Some people practice keeping a “Gratitude Journal,” where they write down at least five things every day for which they are grateful. For my part, I’m calling it my “Manna Manual.”

Here’s what I have so far today: When I woke up this morning, I actually felt rested. David had made the coffee, as he does every morning, and it was just right. Tate put the butter away without being asked. Martha let me hug her at the door when I walked her to school. I had a heartfelt conversation over coffee. Anne Hook sent a text message that made me laugh.

That’s six things, and it’s only 10:30 in the morning! Who knew? This “Manna Manual” might do me some real good. Maybe you’d like to join me in the practice? It might do all of us some good!

 

Endowment Fund

I’ll never forget the feeling I had when I opened that letter. It was addressed to the church from a local attorney, and I had a hard time imagining what it might contain. Was it good news or bad news? Was someone in our congregation in trouble? Was it a marketing letter? Was I in trouble?

Then I opened it and began to read. What the letter contained took my breath away. A dear member of our church who had passed away had made a gift to the church in his will. In fact, he had designated one tenth of his estate—a tithe—to the church. He had never told me about his plans, but in many ways I wasn’t surprised. He had tithed to the church from the moment he joined. It was part of who he was. It was one of the ways he followed Jesus. He had been a faithful and generous disciple in life and was now continuing that discipleship even beyond his death.

To be honest, I had never thought about designating a tithe to the church in my will.   David and I have wills. After all, he’s an attorney and works with estates all the time, and we know how important it is to talk openly and to plan. We know how much comfort it can bring to a family when someone has already decided how they want their possessions to be shared after their death. And after receiving this letter, I have some   new ideas about how to continue supporting the ministry of the church after we are gone.

Christ UMC has grown to be the vibrant congregation we are today through the grace of God and the generosity of many faithful disciples who have given generously over the years so that we might have a place to deepen our relationship with God, with one another and with God’s hurting world. Many of you have faithfully supported the ministries of this congregation and would like to continue that support after you are gone. To help us talk about these important issues, Christ UMC has established an Endowment Fund. Here are a few words from the chair of our Endowment Committee, Harry Boyko:

“The Endowment Fund was formally established on February 26, 2014, by the unanimous vote of the Board of Trustees. Its purpose is to provide members and friends the opportunity to make charitable gifts to Christ UMC that will become a permanent endowment of financial support and a living memorial. The Fund is intended for purposes that are beyond the church’s regular programs, which are funded through the annual operating budget and the regular giving of its members.

The Endowment Fund is administered by a committee of nine members, which include the Lead Pastor, Church Treasurer, representatives from the Finance Committee and/or Board of Trustees, and six people nominated by the Lay Leadership Development Committee.”

You will be hearing more about the Endowment Fund in the weeks and months to come. For more information, we have a brochure available in the church office. If you have questions, please contact Harry Boyko at 615-377-0056 or Rev. Carol at 615-790-2112.

I am so grateful for all of the faithful disciples who have built the foundations of this congregation’s vital ministry and have led the way with extravagant generosity.

 

Do you have a Bible of your own?

Do you have a Bible of your own? Do you remember your first Bible? The first Bible I remember being able to call my own was a big, navy blue “Young Reader Bible” that the church I grew up in gave to third graders every year. To be honest, I don’t have many memories of reading that Bible, but it was a meaningful gift given to me by my church family. It was my church’s way of saying to us children, “This book is part of who we are. We want you to have one for yourself. We want you to learn to love this book.” The first Bible I remember actually picking up and reading was a brown, faux-leather NIV Bible that my parents gave me in high school. My father suggested I start by reading the Gospel of Matthew, which I did. It went with me to Bible studies on Wednesday nights with other youth. And it went with me to college, where it got opened for a few Bible studies but then stayed closed for a while.

I still have both of these Bibles. They are in my office at the church. Believe it or not, I’m looking at the big blue one right now as I type this article. It sits, along with an old hymnal and a paperback Bible, underneath my desktop computer screen. It’s a daily reminder of the hope my church had for me that I would grow to love this book. The NIV Bible is on a table in my office, and sometimes when I see it, I remember how God was with me in my adolescence and early adulthood, even when I was not paying attention. On a shelf above my office computer is the red New Oxford Annotated NRSV Bible that my seminary professors recommended I have for classes. There are lots of underlined phrases and notes written in the margins, because it was in seminary that I finally got the courage to mark my own thoughts and questions onto the page. This Bible’s edges are frayed from all the reading and studying and wrestling I did in seminary. I look at it and remember how the scriptures came alive for me in those years of study.

Today, there are three or four different Bibles that I use regularly. One sits in my desk drawer at work. I take it to Bible studies here at the church. One rests on a washstand beside the bed. Another sits on a table by my chair in the living room. I use them all in different ways and at different times, and I like having a variety of Bibles around, with different commentaries, maps, study guides and translations. Each one has something special to offer. Funny. I could probably tell my faith story by lining up all of my old Bibles: the one from childhood that I didn’t actually read. The one from adolescence that I dipped into and explored a bit before setting it aside. The one I engaged with both academically and emotionally. The ones that I turn to today for study, for preaching and for prayer. My relationship with this holy book has changed and grown and broadened over the years and over the pages. Sometimes the relationship is simple; other times it’s very complicated. And always there is more to explore and learn.

What about you? Do you have a Bible to call your own? Do you remember your first Bible? How has your relationship with this book grown and changed over time? As we enter this year-through-the-Bible together, may our love for this book continue to grow as we seek to hear God’s story speaking onto our own story, no matter our stage of life.

 

Camp Meeting

If you’ve been a member of this congregation for more than a year, then you have heard me talk about my annual family camp meeting. (If you’ve heard more than you want to know about it, feel free to skip to the next paragraph.) Every year, six hundred or so descendants of the Reverend Howell Taylor gather at Tabernacle Campground in Brownsville, TN, for a week of revival, eating and visiting. It is an old Methodist camp meeting that started in 1826 and is still going strong.

We go to church twice a day, and each year we have a guest preacher who preaches thirteen times over the course of the week. This year, we had two preachers: Dr. Ellsworth Kalas and his son, Rev. David Kalas. Dr. Kalas, who is now 91, has come to preach at camp meeting every three or four years since 1964, and we were able to celebrate the fiftieth anniversary of his “honorary cousinhood.” Hearing him preach over all these years has dramatically shaped my faith and my own preaching. Honestly, I think he may be a saint.

One of the things that both Dr. Kalas and his son David talked about this year at camp meeting was the singing. Indeed, one of my favorite things about camp meeting is the singing. When we gather for worship, we spend the first fifteen to twenty minutes singing old camp meeting songs from the Cokesbury hymnal, and we have most of them memorized. From the smallest children to the most mature adults, from the trained soloists to the nearly tone-deaf, we all sing our hearts out with joy and abandon. It really is remarkable.

But it shouldn’t be. Methodists have always been a singing people, but somehow in recent generations we have gotten timid in our singing. Why is that, I wonder? Maybe some of us are uncomfortable singing in public. Maybe we don’t want to be showy. Maybe we think singing should be left to the professionals up front. Or we feel like we can’t sing out unless we know the tune well. Or we don’t like the songs. Or the instruments have gotten so loud that our voices can’t be heard. I don’t know what all the reasons are, but I do know that singing has always been a vital part of worship. And it doesn’t matter what the style of music is—old gospel, traditional, contemporary—the act of singing can help us feel and express our love for God in ways that are unique and powerful.

John Wesley gave the early Methodists some directions for their singing, and we would do well read them. They’re on page vii of the red hymnal if you want to look them up, but here are a few of them: “Learn these tunes before you learn any others…. Sing all. See that you join with the congregation as frequently as you can. Let not a slight degree of weakness or weariness hinder you. If it is a cross to you, take it up, and you will find it a blessing. Sing lustily and with a good courage. Beware of singing as if you were half dead, or half asleep…Be no more afraid of your voice now, nor more ashamed of its being heard…. Above all sing spiritually. Have an eye to God in every word you sing. Aim at pleasing God more than yourself, or any other creature…attend strictly to the sense of what you sing, and see that your heart is not carried away by the sound, but offered to God continually.”

I want to invite and challenge all of us to sing more lustily and spiritually! If you hold back in your singing, for whatever reason, try taking just one Sunday to give God all you’ve got. As Brother Wesley says, “you will find it a blessing,” and you might find yourself doing it every Sunday.

 

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