From the Pastor's Study - November 2022

This last weekend the leaves were reaching spectacular colors, the days were shortening, and we were being assured that fall is finally upon us. I looked at a particularly beautiful tree, and the artist in me delighted at the incredible variety of colors and the depths of textures that one tree can contain. It reminded me of a lesson about leaves from my college days: an art professor held up a leaf and invited us to talk about its symmetry. Leaves are perfectly balanced from one side to the other but are never perfectly symmetrical. The lesson then moved on to people, the two sides of our face, our bodies, our hands, or feet, are typically balanced but never identical. That tree and the lesson it recalled. reminded me that the gift and beauty of diversity and balance are important lessons for us to learn from creation itself.

Last Monday was celebrated as Indigenous Peoples’ Day and/or Columbus Day. We live in a world that seems to see only the possibility of one story negating the other instead of helping to balance the other. Extremism has made much of beauty and insight that comes of difference and balance indiscernible. As a child I was fascinated by the story of Christopher Columbus and his spirit of adventure and commitment to challenging unpopular theories of his day to prove the world was round. It was only years later that I would learn that lots of people in Columbus’ day already thought that the world was round, and even had a sense of its scale. His motivation was power and wealth as he sought a more efficient route for the spice trade which ended up with him lost in Central America. It was still later that I would learn of the horrors of how he treated the Indigenous peoples of the island “Hispaniola” (what would become Haiti and the Dominican Republic) and the peoples of the newly conquered Americas. I cannot forget the image from murals in the Haitian National Museum of people holding the stumps of their arms after having had their hands chopped off at the command of Columbus for having not embraced Jesus Christ. It was unclear if they’d even understood what they were being asked. Some have tried to excuse the atrocities against Indigenous peoples as the product of thinking from a different age when Indigenous peoples (and later Africans) were not even seen as being human. This idea was further supported by the Doctrine of Discovery which was embraced by much of the church. Sadly, there are lots of texts from the age of discovery and conquest which make it quite clear that there were also many within the church and the science of the day who did not hold to the convenient truth that some people were human and others lesser animals. We keep learning only if we’re willing to see and grow. Recently someone shared a quote from social media that is attributed to Cherokee Elder Stan Rushworth. “The difference between a Western settler mindset of, I have rights and an Indigenous mindset of I have an obligation… Instead of thinking that I am born with rights, I choose to think that I was born with obligations to serve past, present, and future generations, and the planet herself.” The quote points to a different way of living than that held by the age of discovery and conquest. It actually points to the very lessons that many within the church would have been trying to teach Columbus as well- that we are inheritors of the blessings of God and all of creation, and we are called to be stewards of all. These are lessons that our thanksgiving story imagines weaving into one another. The idea that exploration and curiosity, that seeking a better future for oneself and one’s family might intersect with learning to care for past, present, and future generations, as well as the planet, is something worth considering. Two sides of a leaf, two sides of our faces, or our hearts… And both sides of any story only become richer and stronger when we are also able to critique the things that are not blessings, that were not faithful.

We are entering a season of Thanksgiving as well as the perpetual season of political campaigning – not to mention the steady encouragement to unbridled consumerism. How do we learn to stop, to celebrate the diversity, the depth of color and texture, the wonder of balance with which God has crafted the universe… How do we learn to open our hearts to see beyond our certainties to knowledge which may give us the opportunity for growth?

Our journey of faith is always one of learning and growing, looking for new opportunities and age-old wisdom and how one might help to support the other. Perhaps we do well to respond more often with curiosity than certainty, with awe rather than ambivalence, and above all to keep trying to grow in our capacity to love like Jesus in all matters.

Shalom, Pastor Eric

October 2022

From the Pastor’s Study

“Look there she goes, the girl is so peculiar

I wonder if she's feeling well

With a dreamy, far-off look

And her nose stuck in a book

What a puzzle to the rest of us is Belle”

For the last month and a half these have been some of the lines from “Beauty and the Beast” that I have sung over and over again. As fall is whispering of its arrival, I am once again spending lots of time rehearsing with the community theater company that I’ve been a part of for the last dozen years. Each year as I learn the show I can’t help but see all of the ways that nearly every story offers a reflection of our sacred story. Perhaps it’s because most stories include themes of good conquering evil, or people learning to see beyond their preconceived notions, or people growing in their understanding of themselves. Each of these themes that you’ll find in nearly every novel, movie, play, or work of art, have the capacity to offer glimmers of humanity’s journey with the divine.

This year I find myself enthralled in a fairytale that offers the same insights. In this story there once was a prince — or as the gospels would say, “a rich man” — who refused to see a beggar who came looking for aid. His failure to see with eyes of compassion caused him to suffer the curse of turning into a beast externally which may have mirrored the inner ugliness that his wealth had nurtured. The rest of the story emphasizes everyone needing to look beyond the obvious, to look at beauty and value within instead of merely judging a book by its cover. That’s the very journey that Jesus invites us into again and again. We are invited to see the power of love to transform our lives and the world. We are invited to see the world through God's eyes instead of the limits of the world. Mother Teresa said: “Only in heaven will we learn how much we owe the poor for helping us to love God.” That’s not merely a fairytale, that’s a window into the way that God works with us by breaking open our vision of what beauty and love and grace look like.

God keeps calling us to look at the world through new eyes and imagine what is possible. I would be thrilled if the reputation that we had within our community and the world was that we were a little odd, peculiar even, in the ways that we live out our faith and share God's love. I’ve loved the UCC’s use of the word “extravagant” when we talk of how we are to live our faith: extravagant welcome, extravagant love, extravagant grace. There’s something about that which suggests that we should always love a little more, go a little farther, live a little more generously, and to do all of that because that’s how Jesus loved the world and teaches us to do the same. My hope is that as the seasons change and the church year continues to ramp up in its activities, we are inspired to notice all of the wondrous stories around us speaking of God's abundance and our invitation to see and share.

This last Sunday, the children were starting to return to a revamped Sunday School program that holds great promise (though it will also be a work in progress for a bit). During the week I heard the choir returning to practice and lots of workers getting our kitchen closer and closer to being ready to be a renewed tool for mission and hospitality. There are exciting things happening all around us; let’s craft them into stories of great opportunity to be servants of grace.

Shalom,

Pastor Eric

 

September 2022

There is an origin story for our congregation which always humbles me. On June 2nd, 1898, a group of nine men gathered and began planning for the establishment of what would become Peace Church. I’ve heard over the years that they may have broken away from the Lutheran church in town because that church frowned on the farmers stopping for a beer after their trek into church on Sundays. And I’ve heard that they were motivated by a desire to start an Evangelical Church in the area. Whatever the reason, those nine families dreamed a vision way beyond themselves. On August 20th that same year (124 years ago) they laid the original cornerstone for our church building. By November 4th a few months later they were dedicating the church and worshipping in their new church building. That timeline stuns, and humbles, me every time that I read it. Of course, I’m also stunned when I hear that they built the whole enterprise for $3,900 thanks to lots of the work being done by the members.

There are parts of the story that, like most histories of the period, lack much mention of the contributions of all the strong women who I’m certain were at least as responsible for the success. I often think of that verse from 2nd Timothy: “I am reminded of your sincere faith, a faith that lived first in your grandmother Lois and your mother Eunice and now, I am sure, lives in you.” We are often reminded that behind every dream there are so many people who are faithfully working to bring it to fruition. We are given the remarkable opportunity to look back through the last 124 years and see and name so many faithful stewards of the life of our congregation. We have come a long, long way as a witness to the extravagant love of God in our world.

These days we continue in an interesting moment within the life of the Church. We are still emerging from a period of significant disruption that was thrust upon us by both the pandemic and a moment in our nation’s history which has pulled at the fabric of our unity. The story is still unfolding, the conclusion yet unwritten. But there is a vision and a witness which is rooted in our past that we would do well to remember. Great things are possible when we share a vision and a dream. We have named a vision, that we “exist to feed souls, grow in God's extravagant love, and together serve all of God's children and creation.” We’ve articulated a mission that we are to “Love like Jesus… welcoming all, loving all, growing in faith together, and seeking justice for all.” The dream is vast and deep, and not unfamiliar. As we think about how we navigate reclaiming our momentum forward I hope that we can all put our shoulder to the dream that God is inviting us into as a community. It will take all of us, and it will take reclaiming the faithfulness of the generations before us and those yet to come.

In concrete ways, we are busy revamping Sunday School to try to make it more engaging for the students, and also to have it deepen their understanding of our sacred story and their faith. In this Tidings you will find a description of the rotation model that we will be implementing this fall. It should be fun, and it should offer new opportunities for members of the congregation to share the faith formation of the next generation. Confirmation is also shifting to include all our middle school students, 6th-8th in the Sunday morning confirmation curriculum.  We will continue working to energize our Middle School youth group and seek to rekindle energy among our High School youth. We are hoping that we can also renew our energy and commitment to our missions with Habitat for Humanity after a time without mission trips. We are already planning a trip for the beginning of the New Year for our college-aged/young adult group. And we’re excited as we dream how our soon-to-be-finished kitchen might become a hub for a host of mission and ministry opportunities. There is yet more inspiration to break forth from among us. It will take all of us. What a year to consider how we reclaim our mission and vision as we work toward 125 years of Peace Church proclaiming God's love in the world. Blessings, Pastor Eric

August 2022

From the Pastor’s Study

It’s hard to believe that it’s been over a month since I returned from sabbatical. I cannot begin to thank all of you enough for the opportunity to recharge and to recenter myself. During our time drinking in the wonders of creation, celebrating the gift of my family, and reconnecting with lots of friends and family from whom we’ve been disconnected too long, I kept thinking about the admonition in the book of Exodus (31:15) that speaks of death being the penalty for not keeping the sabbath. The command is to let the practice of sabbath reinforce a perpetual covenant between God and God's people. Clearly, we don’t read this text as a literal command to stone people for working in the yard on Sunday, or for not tending to their faith practices. Instead, I see ever more boldly the ways that our not setting time aside for our relationship with God can wear us down until the spark of divine life within us threatens to flicker out. In secular settings we hear discussions about work/life balance, the idea is much the same. We need to tend to that which gives us life and sustains us, or something within us dies and we burn out.

I’ve told many people that I felt guilty for having the opportunity to go and kindle that light for an extended sabbath. It has been clear to me that everyone could benefit from such a block of time for recentering their lives and souls. Since returning, I’ve also heard from a number of people how grateful they are that I went, that they could see how worn out I had become. That’s never a welcome word. But I’ve heard those comments as kind reminders that the task of sabbath is supposed to be a regular rhythm.

I’m grateful to have returned at the beginning of summer when everything around us beckons for us to slow down and let the season help us to refocus. Longer days and a world full of things that grow and bloom, children whose laughter we can hear through open windows, people coming and going with stories of vacations, all speak to a way of being in the world that can shift our perspective and reconnect us to who we are and whose we are. Those seasonal shifts are wonderful, but there is also a need for the regular rhythm of tending to our souls. I’ve often told couples preparing to be married that there is no magic to being present in church every Sunday except that it offers that weekly rhythm that happens with scheduled regularity that places that pause for God into our lives. When that time for our relationship with God isn’t on the schedule, it too easily gets short changed.

It's good to be back, it’s good to see more people returning to worship and to be increasingly made aware of those who are regularly with us online. It’s a gift to feel the love and support that this congregation offers to me, and my family – I always hope it is reflected to all who are a part of this church family.

As we continue a journey of emerging from the last couple of years, we’re going to need to keep taking care of ourselves and one another. I know that our church life will very likely look different than it did before March of 2020, and that’s okay. We need to move forward and not back as we discern how we can be God's light in the world in this time and place.

There is a Psalm which keeps running through my head, Psalm 133. It is a song of ascents. I can imagine it offered while going up to a place where we might have new perspective and we might hear these words: 1 How good and pleasant it is when God’s people live together in unity! 2 It is like precious oil poured on the head, running down on the beard, running down on Aaron’s beard, down on the collar of his robe. 3 It is as if the dew of Hermon were falling on Mount Zion. For there the Lord bestows his blessing, even life forevermore. Hold that image of the unity that we so desperately need in a weary and divided world. Feel that oil of anointing and consecrating running over our heads in such abundance that it drips from our face and runs down our clothes blessing us and claiming us as God's beloved. Consider how the water and snowfall that falls on mount Hermon flows to the Jordan and out to water the earth and give life. Imagine that life-giving image as flowing from the sacred mountain of God with that abundant proclamation of life forevermore.

My prayer is that we might nurture that new perspective, work toward that unity and find all of our lives ever more richly blessed.