Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Shall We Gather at the River

 I cannot believe that tonight is my last night in Chapel Hill for this summer internship.  I'm being specific with the dates because I've fallen in love with this area they call "the Triangle" (despite it's 100% humidity at times) - and I intend to come back.  It has been such a blessing to worship, learn, teach, preach, sing, dance, play, read, eat, and just be with this community called UPC.  

I truly have felt a part of this congregation, and not just because they have to be nice to me and like me as their intern for the summer (which, I hope really never happens anywhere...).  

The past few weeks have felt like a whirlwind due to unexpected life events then followed by a week long mission trip with the youth to Hinton, West Virginia with Appalachian Service Project, then wrapping up my last week here in the church.  


I know all good things come to an end.  I know it is good that I am returning home to things familiar.  I know it is good that I set up my summer so I would have the next few weeks to focus on Ordination Exams and not be too super stressed out about them.  (Which, let's be honest, I still am semi-super stressed out about them...)  

It is good that I am going to be able to worship at my home church for more than just one quick Sunday!
It is good that I will be going to my 10 year high school reunion! (gulp!)
It is good that I will be able to spend some time with my ailing grandfather!


But, it still is sad to say goodbye. 


So, I've been cheating.  I've been telling all the good folk here, "see you later".  

And I mean it.

  I want to see them later - at Montreat or some fun conference type thing.  
Or in Atlanta, should they decide to swing through for a visit. 
Or however or wherever God arranges for us to meet.  


One of the neat things I've done here at UPC is one of the things I love to do best.  I had the opportunity to sing a beautiful arrangement of "Shall We Gather at the River" with an awesome guy who also happens to be an awesome baritone.  Jim was a chaperone for the Montreat Youth Conference and when we sat together in the pews for worship and sang, it was awesome.  

He would harmonize, I would harmonize, the youth would harmonize.  
It was a little bit magical at times.  
(The people in front of us even said how much they loved our harmonies...and I don't think they were being sarcastic...).

Anyways, we thought it would be fun to sing at church - and we did!  They even thought to record it!  Listen to it by clicking the link above or this one. 

**I'll be honest - this song was picked way ahead of time, and then something happened that made this song even more precious to me.  I'll write about it soon, but getting through this song was TOUGH (with a capitol T).  Singing and crying were not made to co-exist, despite what the opera world would have you think.**  

Regardless, enjoy. 

 It was a pleasure to sing and worship God in one of my favorite ways, and share it with others.  
And, it is one of many, many, many fond memories I will have from my time here at UPC. 





Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Sermon: "Gerunds of Faith: Christian Practices Worth Practicing: 6. Eating"

Here is the sermon I praught from this past Sunday.  At some time, I might dive into the things going through my mind while writing, but for now, I will just say it was a wonderful Sunday.  My parents have been in North Carolina visiting, and it has been great playing tourist with them, as well as to just sit at the table and share a meal together.  
Here is the church, there is the steeple...

Open the doors, and see all the people! (Well, ok, one person...)


As we continue our summer series, Gerunds of Faith: Christian Practices worth Practicing, most of the practices we have looked at have hit home in my own personal experience.  In hearing the sermons on thanking, welcoming, working, resting, and singing, I could think of practical ways to better nurture and develop these practices in my Christian life, for the sake of developing a deeper relationship with God.

And then comes eating. 

Thinking about eating as a Christian practice can make one anxious. This isn’t to say we can’t or don’t see, taste, and feel the sacred that comes in gathering around tables;
The sacred is there, whether the feast is an elaborately set table of bread and wine or a worn picnic table at a camp with numerous 2nd graders feasting on animal crackers and watermelon. We recognize there is something holy about coming together, blessings and breaking bread.

But thinking of eating as a Christian practice can fit into the gray of the world; eating isn’t something so special or so unique for just “us” Christians.  As author Sara Miles puts it, “food is what people have in common, and it is precisely common”1.
To break bread and share in communion is one thing, but what does eating as a Christian practice demand we practice?   How does our eating fit into the picture the world sees as Christendom?

 My mind is flooded in rapid fire succession of questions such as:
·        How do we “seriously” look at eating through the lens of a spiritual practice combined with our discipline, or lack there of regarding food.
·       
1 Miles, Sara.  Take this Bread.  New York: The Random House, 2007. p



 How does animal cruelty, eco-sustainability, vegetarianism, and food scarcity fit within the discussion of eating as a spiritual practice or does it even play a part?

·        Does engaging in this practice really mean we should say a grace before every meal?  Even the one consumed in the car in between sport practices and music lessons to the one where are all gathered around the table at home? 

·        How does scripture play a role within this Christian practice? Do we take the Old Testament food laws seriously? I’m not sure if I’m ready to say goodbye to bacon…
While these questions seem a bit silly to some, all are similar thoughts that come to the mind of many when asked to consider eating as a Christian practice.

What is it about eating that makes it seem different than the other practices we have looked at?  Eating is not some mysterious concept; it happens quite often within the Bible.  Is it the fact the eating is often something we do without thinking?  In the most animalistic nature, we feel we are hungry, and if we are so able, we respond: we eat.  In Food and Faith: A Theology of Eating, Theologian Norman Wirzba reminds the reader that “eating is no idle or trifling activity…for any creature to live, countless seen and unseen others must die, …..  eating is the daily reminder of our own need and mortality”2  

This reminder of our own need to eat and our own mortality is illustrated in our reading from Deuteronomy this morning.  The chosen people of God are on the cusp of being done with the lifestyle of wandering; they are soon to be home.  The good and promised land flowing with milk and honey is in their near future.    This portion of the text gives them a commandment –to remember as they continue on their journey:
Don’t forget about the God who didn’t forget about you when you felt the real pains of hunger, the God who went above and beyond providing not just bread of the earth, לֶחֶם for you, but provided manna מָן – heavenly sustenance - for all of you, despite your whining and disobedience.  These people didn’t have to meet any criteria in order to receive these provisions.  God provided despite it all. 
2 Wirzba, Norman.  Food and Faith: A Theology of Eating.  New York: Cambridge University Press, 2011

What God asks of them as they enter their new land, the good land, a land with flowing streams, with springs and underground waters welling up in valleys and hills, a land of wheat and barley, of vines and fig trees and pomegranates, a land of olive trees and honey, a land where they may eat bread without scarcity, where they will lack nothing –

All God asks of them is to remember- remember how God provided – how their clothes didn’t fall of their backs, how they avoided swollen feet.   Keep God’s commandments, walk in God’s ways and fear the Lord.  God asks of the people that when they eat their fill, do it in remembrance of me.
Carla Pratt Keyes makes this connection with the Deuteronomy story3:
            “Those forty years were a time in their lives when the people could not secure food for themselves.  They couldn’t find it, couldn’t grow it, were in great need of it.  Then, in a snap, manna appeared all over the ground.  SNAP is the name of a Food Assistance Program in the US – but the Israelites did even less than Americans must do to qualify – less as in nothing. When they woke each day it was there – fields of manna.  God gave it freely; all the people had to do was harvest it…God asks them to remember: this food also will be a gift they do not earn.”

Keyes continues by quoting Wendell Berry from “The Gift of Good Land” saying:
            “The good land…is not given as a reward.  It is made clear that the people chosen for this gift do not deserve it, for they are a ‘stiff-necked people’ who have been wicked and faithless. To such a people such a gift can be given only as a moral predicament: having failed to deserve it beforehand, they must prove worthy of it afterwards; they must use it well, or they will not continue long in it.”

“They must use it well.”

If we, who are actively participating in God’s creation are, as Norman Wirzba says, to “affirm creation as a delectable gift, and as a divinely ordered membership of interdependent need and suffering and help’, aren’t we too called to “use it well”? Is this what shifts eating from the mundane and necessity into a spiritual practice that draws our soul closer to the life Christ would have us lead?
3“Eat” A paper presented to the 2013 gathering of The Moveable Feast. Carla Pratt Keyes 
4 Wendell Berry, “The Gift of Good Land, “ Flourish Magazine, Fall 2009
http://flourishonline.org/2011/04/wendell-berry-gift-of-good-land/



We live in a food-saturated culture: the food industry spends billions of dollars vying for our decision on what we eat to be in their favor.  News reports regarding latest research on what’s good for you or what’s bad for you can be found on the daily; restaurants try to out-do, out-bargain, out-advertise the others in the hopes that our eating routine will include them.  What does it mean to practice eating in the hope that this practice would indeed  “help us to attend to the work of grace in our lives and our times….” (Marjorie Thompson)   – how do we “use it well”?

Does it mean as Christians and as the church we counteract the messages that surround food?  That we refuse to use food as a tool in implementing power over others?  Does it mean we look at food labels and see who and what we are supporting through our simple staple purchases?  Does it mean as Christians and as the church we don’t just remember those who are physically hungry, but those hungering for companionship, peace, healing, and bring them to our table?  That we remember in the words of Scottish poet, Robert Burns, “that some have meat and cannot eat, and some have none that want it”?

How are we to faithfully respond to the abundant gift that has been given to us, much like the Israelites, with no strings attached, found in God’s creation meant to sustain all people and how are we to use it well?

Author Sara Miles provides one example of how we are to use it well. 

A self-described “unlikely convert…raised by atheists…a blue state, secular intellectual; a lesbian; a left-wing journalist with a habit of skepticism”(xii), Sara Miles shares her story of “an unexpected and terribly inconvenient Christian conversion” through taking her first communion in her book, Take This Bread.  She remembers how “eating Jesus…led me against all my expectations to a faith I’d scorned and work I’d never imagined. In that shocking moment of communion, filled with a deep desire to reach for and become part of a body, I realized that what I’d been doing with my life all along was what I was meant to do: feed people.” 4

Before becoming involved as a human rights advocate and journalist in Central America, Miles worked as a cook in New York, where she “learned that the rituals of even the plainest or most cynically prepared dinner could carry unconscious messages of love and comfort… [she learned] how central food is to creating human community…what eating together around a table can do.” 5
4 Miles, xi.
5 Miles, 23.

This is the Christian practice of eating.  This is God providing manna for all God’s people to share together.

This is Jesus cooking breakfast for his disciples around a campfire. I have hundreds of stories and observations of what eating around the table looks like.  Family dinners of crowded tables full of laughter, storytelling, and possibly a touch of chaos. Eating with the other food service workers in the archaic Refectory at Columbia Theological Seminary before our shift begins and we serve our fellow peers and guests.

There are the Montreat lunches where invitations are extended and guests are welcomed to sit, rest, and fill up on good home cooked food, prepared with love.   There are the dinners where those who are without food are remembered by the act of putting pennies in a jar. 

It is not about what food is provided, because we come hungering for something more.
 
Miles’ memoir walks through her journey of what it meant to go from being a stranger at the Christian table to being one who was serving at the table.   Starting from scratch, she began to explore the scriptures and traditions of the church.
She says,
“poking around in the Bible, I found clues about my deepest questions. Salt, grain, wine, and water; figs, pigs, fishermen, and farmers.  There were psalms about hunger and thirst, about harvests and feasting.  There were stories about manna in the wilderness and prophets fed by birds…And then in the New Testament appeared the central, astonishing fact of Jesus, proclaiming that he himself was the bread of heaven.  “Eat my flesh and drink my blood,” he says.  [Miles continues] saying she thought how outrageous Jesus was to the church of his time: He didn’t wash before meals; he said the prayers incorrectly; he hung out with women, foreigners, the despised and unclean.  Over and over, he told people not to be afraid.  [Miles] liked all that, but mostly liked that he said he was the bread and told his friends to eat him.”
Miles “couldn’t stop thinking about another story: Jesus instructing his beloved, fallible disciple Peter exactly how to love him: “Feed My sheep.”

Jesus asked, “Do you love me?”
Peter fussed: “Of course I love you.”
“Feed my sheep.”
Peter fussed some more.
“Do you love me?” Jesus asked again.  “Then feed my sheep.”
Miles says, “It seemed pretty clear. If I wanted to see God, I could feed people.” 6

Just as Jesus commands Peter in our Gospel reading this morning, Miles took to heart the words: Feed my sheep.  Miles opened The Food Pantry out of the very sanctuary where she took her first communion, at St. Gregory of Nyssa Episcopal Church in San Francisco.  Now in its twelfth year, their mission is to increase access to food for hungry people, and empower them to help each other.  Miles comes to recognize through serving, feeding, and eating with the homeless, the junkies, the immigrants, the single mothers and fathers, the kids, the sick that there was the “physicality at the heart of the story of Jesus…listening and sautéing, talking and tasting, feeding friends and eating together: it was a stew of words and acts and food.”

When it comes to Christian practices, I imagine myself at times feeling like Peter; I will willingly say I love Jesus, but it might take me three times of hearing what Jesus asks of me to actually respond in these practices. Feed my sheep, remember me, go, do.  Eating is all these things.

Eating is saying grace before our meal; even if we are eating alone – remembering the hands that planted, picked, prepared, and put it before us.   Eating is not just a practice for the self, but one to be lived out in the community and world around us. Eating as a Christian practice is breaking bread, blessing it, and sharing it.  Eating is remembering the bread of life and cup of salvation at every invitation; not just on Sunday mornings, once a month.
6 Miles, 92-93.

 My friend from seminary is currently interning in Durbanville, outside of Cape Town, in South Africa.  We were catching up through email, and sharing what our internships have included.  In brainstorming and sharing this sermon’s topic, Bethany shared this insight on her internship:

Interestingly, being on my SM, I've learned to say grace before every meal (EVERY meal) and it's a remarkable experience.  The ways we interact with one another are so different when we've just had a communal prayer.  You can't be anything but loving when you have acknowledged the presence of God at your table... Many of us are fortunate to not worry (for the most part) where our next meal is coming from.  Let's take the time to really be grateful for it and to understand the weight of it.

We can incorporate saying grace more on a regular basis, even in public – we can remember with the gifts Gods provides for us, to “use it well” and  be conscious of our wants versus our needs.  We can celebrate our own local resources and think creatively on how to make eating local available in other communities.

 We can invite strangers to our tables. 

So I challenge you, as you leave this morning and go into the week, put your eating into practice. 

Remember the sacred – the holy – that comes not only from blessing and breaking bread but from sharing it.  Whether it happens today as you head to your favorite brunch or lunch spot or happens later in the week, welcome someone at your table.  As you shop for groceries, remember to “use it well”.  And as you sit down to eat, say grace.

Even in public.


Monday, July 1, 2013

Summer Picture Update

 I really thought I would be able to get some work and blogs done while I was away for 2 weeks at Montreat. When some people hear that, they laugh.  I didn't get much "work" done, but I worked in another way.  I got to know the amazing-incredible-hilarious-spontaneous-loving-thoughtful-surprising-fantastic youth of UPC.  And their awesome adults who willingly give up their time to spend with them at Montreat.
The whole "being at Montreat" is a bonus, but seriously.  
These are some youth who are gonna change the world.  
I mean, they're changing it now,
but, just you wait. 
So, until I get some other things down on paper (like a sermon, and some school work paper type things), enjoy some pictures from my time at Montreat for the Youth Conference and for the Worship and Music Conference. 

 The beloved gate.
 
 How gorgeous is this creek?
**note...falling asleep to rushing water isn't as much fun as I imagined...**


 Wonderful music at Youth Conference; led by Jorge & Turner!


 
 WE DID A COLOR RUN
WE DID A COLOR WALK
WE DID A COLOR PRANCE!



Chalky Chacos.


 This was such a fun activity!
 One of the adults took these photo's...he's good. 

 Twins*
(Well, up until you decide to have a Katy w/ a "y" or a Katie w/ an "ie")
These youth have such a great attitude!
 

  I had the privilege to be a part of a small group, just as a boring adult leader.  It was so much fun, and some amazing conversations were had within our "small small" group. 

My awesome "small small" group I was a part of.  We did just about the funniest drawing of Moses I've ever seen/done/been witness to. 

The "OMG" is my favorite response EVER of Pharoah's daughter finding Moses. 




 Birthday girl!



On the final night, there's a tradition of a candlelight service at the Youth Conference.  It was just as moving as it was the first time I was a part of it, five years ago. 




 

I SAW A DEER...outside the kitchen window. 


I didn't see the bear, but I saw the trash he left. (Rude, I know.)

 Lovely day for a canoe trip around Lake Susan!

 
Some nature photos. (Sometimes I felt like I was a part of Ferngully.)

CTS Worship Professor Kim Long was our Liturgist at Worship and Music! 

 Totally worth the steps to sleep at this house and sit on the front porch. 

 These youth are so talented. 
Statue of Liberty...Montreat Style
Muscle Man


Youth at work:


 
 If someone is wearing tie-dye, they're our group.  We were pretty tie-dye-licious. 



 I feel like we ate a gallon of ice cream...each...



 Fellow CTS'er directing the handbells!

 Semi-typical night with the youth. 

The moon on our last night.   

 This was waiting for me; how awesome and appropriate is that?  (#bestmomever)

Awake, my soul!
Awake, O harp and lyre!
  I will give thanks to you, O Lord, among the peoples;
    I will sing praises to you among the nations.
For your steadfast love is as high as the heavens;
    your faithfulness extends to the clouds.
Psalm 57:8-10