Wednesday, November 30, 2016

On People Who Support Their Pastors

I was out running Advent and Christmas errands this morning. The sort of errands which, if I’m lucky, mean I won’t be running around the week leading up to Christmas. Having all the stuff we need not only at home, but at church (and, in our case, also camp) for the long list of events and projects in the month ahead…well…you’ve got to have a plan. Even with a plan you may hit twice as many stores as you expected.

Which is, of course, what happened today.

In the midst of a 3-for-1 stop at Joann Fabrics (the sales clerk groaned a bit when I explained I needed to ring up my items as three separate orders), I ran into a former parishioner—someone who knows the life of a pastor more than most, because of committees she has served on and well, having the heart for her pastors that some people just do.

All churches have these people. Well, I hope they do. All churches I have served have had these people. Many of them, in fact.

These are the people who are grateful for the ways your work takes you and your family a bit out of the holiday spirit others get to settle more deeply into. These are the people who do actually understand that even a fun church event is still work for you. They are the people who recognize that at church, as kind and accepting as people may truly and genuinely be, your kids and spouse are also kind of “on.” And they understand that their graciousness toward you matters, but also that even they can’t make that need to be “on” go away. And so they cut you and your family some slack.

These are the people who don’t tell you how you should be balancing all of this. Because they’re pretty confident you’re doing your best. And they do their best not to make it any harder on you. But they also have high expectations. Because they know this is your job, and you do it because you love it, and yes, this is game time. This is why you do this. To tell this grand story of God incarnate.

These people know, however, that as much as you love what you do, it drains you.

That if all you had to do right now was the holiday stuff, that would be enough. But that the business of church doesn’t stop. Pastoral needs don’t decrease this time of year—in fact they usually spike. And there’s always—ALWAYS—some candle crisis around Christmas (it’s in the Bible somewhere too, I’m sure). These people know that if you do your job even half-well, they will never see all the proverbial (and yes, sometimes literal) fires you’re putting out (remember the candles?) just so others can enjoy worship this time of year. They know the new year is coming quickly, and you’re hustling not only to prepare for Christmas Eve, but also to get enough done on the next two Sundays that you might actually get to spend calm time with family some after Christmas.

I thank God for these people.

Pastors know who these people are.

****NOTE: These people are almost never the ones who tell you they are these people…it’s like humor…if you’ve got it, you don’t need to tell people, “Hey look, I’m hilarious!” First church I served, the ones who told me how close they’d always been to the pastor…were the first ones who eventually left (and caused drama as they did).****

Sometimes all these people do is share a word of gratitude, other times they pitch in without being asked, but especially if asked. These are the ones who just by their spirit and bearing and the drama-free space they create around the pastor, make this time of year not only bearable, but even enjoyable. These are the people who see the pastor and their family as people. People just like them, their kids, their parents, etc. And they do, actually, treat their pastor and family the way they’d want to be treated.

As I said goodbye to this former parishioner before we each headed off to find our required craft supplies, she said, “Make sure you don’t run yourself too ragged getting ready for Christmas!”


Thank God for these people.

Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Advent, Week One: God Is With Us

Mornings are busy at our house. Well, no more so than for most households with young children. We live in a rural area—at the end of the school busy route, no less—and our oldest, Anna, is the first child picked up by her bus in the mornings. Bright and early. So we too are up bright and early and have a half hour from when alarms wake us till Anna’s bus pulls up to the end of our drive.

While the requisite adherence tour kindergartener’s schedule means our former flexibility in mornings is gone (daycare has a window for drop off) the accompanying structure has been good for us. But it has, nonetheless, been an adjustment.

As we began this week, the new year on the church calendar as Advent begins, I dusted off the booklet of family Advent devotions I purchased last year in an attempt to help our family find some grounding in the midst of the Christmas hoopla. Last year our mornings, being less structured and admittedly a bit more lazy, meant we never could get into routines aside from “Hurry up, hurry up!”

Yes, ironically, the lazier you are, the more you often have to rush.

I hate that.

This year, though, I thought we’d try. So we are.

Each morning, as the girls eat a quick breakfast at the dining room table (it’s clear of piles of stuff at present, which itself is a feat in our house) we light the Advent candles. We don’t have an Advent wreath, but somehow ended up with five spare Christmasy candle cups, which works for us! We light the Advent candle, read the devotion, sing a verse of “O Come, O Come, Emmanuel,” and close with a prayer.

Don’t be too impressed. We’re two days in and a meltdown started over who got to blow the candle out today.

Today’s reading included one of the verses (Isaiah 7:14) which gives Jesus the name “Emmanuel,” which means “God is with us.”

Years ago, I was asked to summarize the message of the Gospel in one sentence. I could do it in that one word. That one title: Emmanuel.

God is with us.

John Wesley is said to have affirmed it in his last words: “The best of all is God is with us.”

It is what the Christmas story is about.

It is what makes Christianity unique amongst world religions.

It is what we mean when we affirm Jesus’ words that he is the way, the truth and the life.

It can be easy to toss around these verses and songs like “O Come, O Come, Emmanuel” this time of year without really thinking of their implications. Of their promise. And their challenge.

When I look at the world around me—heck, when I just look at the year this has been in our own family—I see many times and situations when God felt far. When It was one thing to affirm God’s presence and power but quite another to actually believe it. And yet…

I cannot help but be powerfully struck by the ways God showed up. Showed up in incredible ways.

Sometimes God showed up through new opportunities or good news from doctors. Other times God showed up in the midst of disappointments and fears. God showed up in the words and support of others, and God showed up when we had the chance to reach out in love to God’s people.

And yes, God shows up on busy mornings. When the morning routine can spare only three minutes, overlapping with a few bites of a breakfast bar, to be reminded the God is indeed with us.

With us.

God.

With us.

How incredible.

May your mornings…and days…be filled with the firm assurance of God’s presence in the midst of busy-ness. Joy. Devastation. Work. Rest. Play. Love. Brokenness.


God. Is. With. Us.