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There’s a Bible verse that most of us have never preached on/heard a sermon about concerning what happens if we ignore the fact that our next door neighbors are involved in child sacrifice. I’m thinking that most of us would call 911.

From the beginning of human existence, God has expected us to be our siblings’ keeper – and I’m thinking brothers/sisters/siblings equal “neighbors” as Jesus defines them. We are expected to have concern for our neighbor and so if we become aware of some injustice or cruelty or grief, we need to do something to address those things. If we see a violation of God’s commandments, we are expected to seek repair.

Sometimes it’s easier not to know. Close our eyes to the evil next door (Leviticus 20:4-5) or pretend like we are unaware of the need (Luke 10:25-37) or deny that it’s our responsibility to care for another person (Genesis 4:9-10). The Bible is full of examples of this: we are expected to care for each other in this world – and not just the ones in our family, no matter what some say.

We live in a world controlled by the information we consume. When we are only exposed to “fake news” or incomplete news or strategically curated news, our ability to see each other as God’s Children is diminished. Too often, though, we like it that way. When we don’t know the fuller story, we don’t have to address what that story has revealed about ourselves.

I don’t know who wrote it, but I read this over the weekend:

It’s no accident that:

We learned about Helen Keller instead of W.E.B. DuBois in school.

We learned about the Watts and L.A. Riots, but not Tulsa or Wilmington.

We learned that George Washington’s dentures were made from wood, rather than the teeth of enslaved people and animals.

We learned about Black ghettos but not about Black Wall Street.

We learned about The New Deal but not about Red Lining.

Privilege is having history presented in a way that doesn’t make some people uncomfortable. And racism is perpetuated by those of us who refuse to learn or acknowledge the full story.

In honor of SNL’s 50th Anniversary, I’ve been re-watching some of the skits and fake commercials from previous years. This one stings, not merely because it’s particularly partisan, but because it reminds me that I’m complicit too.

Happy Presidents’ Day in the middle of Black History Month. May we engage in lifelong learning not merely for the sake of Self-Improvement, but because God calls us to seek the Truth about ourselves and the world in which we live.

I personally love Valentine’s Day but not for romantic reasons. I find schmaltzy cards kind of fun. I like telling people I love them.

Some people avoid Valentine’s Day like I avoid Mother’s Day. (Love my kids. Miss my Mom.) Some celebrate Galentine’s Day. Some people take St. Valentine very seriously and spend the day pondering martyrdom. And I recently heard February 14 referred to as Single Awareness Day.

Being single can be a joy. Sometimes partnered people feel single. Everyone experiences existential loneliness in that – even if we married believing that Our Person would fulfill every need and maybe even read our minds – we quickly realized that it was not possible. No one can thoroughly know us – how we think, what we think, why we are the way we are – except for One.

My personal faith story involves realizing that even though he was a male person born 2000 years before me in a wholly different context and culture, I deeply felt that God knew me through Jesus. Long story, but that was the takeaway.

Today I know partnered people who feel lonely. I know married people who wish they weren’t. I know single people tired of feeling alone. And yet . . .

February 14 is an excellent time to take a minute and be aware that each of us is a distinct and complicated human, worthy of love and filled with the proclivity to love others. Imagine a day – or just a moment – when we can single-mindedly appreciate the person we were created to be.

It is an underappreciated miracle when we have people to love, work that satisfies and a greater purpose in this life than making the most money, curating the best resume, or stockpiling the best toys. Life is a miracle and I love it when we remember.

May every single one of you have a day filled with sparks of insight and more than one moment of joy.

I keep a grappling hook in my office – a gift from church friends with whom I have grappled with many complicated issues.

Leadership researchers will tell us that issues can be simple, complicated, complex, or chaotic, but for the sake of this post, I’m going with simple versus complicated. One of the wedges divided us politically and theologically seems to be the unwillingness to grapple with complicated things. It’s easier (and lazier) to cling to simplistic opinions and let those opinions direct our political opinions.

We do this by assigning negative (and simplistic) assumptions to catch phrases or acronyms:

• “DEI” comes to mean unfair hiring practices or the lifting up of unqualified people for the sake of being “woke.” But if we do some research, we find that DEI is a bit more complicated than that. Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion actually ensures opportunities for people whom we might not consider otherwise for employment or even participation in an organization: The person who can do the job even though they are in a wheelchair. The person who doesn’t look like everybody else but it equally up for the task. There are countless studies on the benefits of including a diversity of voices at the table. We omit whole demographics of people if we ignore those who are not like us.
• Critical Race Theory has practically become a swear word that we attach to preschool programs or middle school field trips when – actually – it’s an academic theory studied in universities. According to Wikipedia “the word critical in the name is an academic reference to critical theory rather than criticizing or blaming individuals.” But we condemn people who consider Critical Race Theory by accusing them of “hating their country.”

Especially in these days, it’s really essential to do our research and by that I don’t mean getting our news from Raw Story or Turning Point Action. And I’m not merely referring to our media diet. This is also essential for those of us who take the Bible and our faith seriously.

When a political leader refers to “the Christian idea” that you “owe the strongest duty to your family” and “your first duty as an American leader is to the people of your own country” the curious Christian would grapple with that sentiment by studying their own Bibles and noting if this is what Jesus said.

When some Christians question the leadership of women in church, the curious Christian would do a deep dive into the context and culture of the words they quote to “prove” what they already believe. Turns out the apostle Paul was quite open-minded.

Christians who grapple with complicated issues of faith and life are taking the Scriptures seriously.

In some ways, following Jesus is quite simple: love your neighbor as yourself, feed the hungry, welcome the stranger, etc. It becomes more complicated when we dig into what these simple ideas mean:

• Is the trans person our neighbor?
• Is the hungry addict worthy of food?
• If the stranger is undocumented, what’s our responsibility?

Sometimes we might grapple with issues and find that what we’ve always believed is not as simple as it seems. Sometimes we might be shocked by God’s Truth and it forces us to repent.

Is it easy following the way of Jesus? Yes. And not always.

When HH and I were Co-Pastors of Fairlington Presbyterian Church in Alexandria, Virginia the congregation was preparing to celebrate it’s 50th Anniversary. Established in 1947, the church experienced explosive growth (We beat Hitler! Let’s have babies!) and – almost forty years later – an explosive church split broke spirits and hearts. When HH and I arrived, the church was a bruised remnant of what it had once been.

As the 50th Anniversary was approaching, we decided to invite the Moderator of the Presbyterian Church USA General Assembly, the highest elected official in the denomination, to be our guest preacher. I had been a Commissioner to the 208th General Assembly and had happily voted for Rev. Buchanan for Moderator.

I called The Mother Ship in Louisville to ask how we could get on John Buchanan’s preaching schedule. We wanted him to be the preacher the day we celebrated our 50th Anniversary, and I was discouraged to hear that there were probably 3 requests for every possible preaching date in The Moderator’s 12 months of service.

Me: So is there to trick to having John Buchanan choose us – a small church that almost left the PCUSA denomination a few years ago?

Moderator’s Scheduler: It helps to have an unusual request, something unique.

Me: Like a candygram?

MS: Um, no.

Much less fun than a candygram, was the idea that we would have a petition, but not an ordinary petition. We would ask members the upcoming Sunday to not only sign them names asking John Buchanan to come to Fairlington Pres, but we would add comments about why we’d love for him to be the preacher on our 50th Anniversary.

Unfortunately there was a snowstorm that Sunday and worship had been cancelled. There would be no fun petition because the deadline for Moderator Requests was the next week.

We were shocked to hear back from the Moderator’s Scheduler that he had accepted our request and would be preaching on Mother’s Day 1997. The thing is: we never sent a request because of the snowstorm.

As the church secretary, ND and I were in the office pondering how this happened, she made a confession to me: On Monday morning, after the snowstorm, she had gone through the rolls of deceased members and – with different pens and different handwriting styles – had completed a masterwork of several hundreds of signatures and personal requests for John Buchanan to come to Fairlington. It would be our little secret. HH’s response:

He’s from Chicago. He’d understand dead people voting.

On Mother’s Day 1997, John and Sue Buchanan came to Alexandria and it was a wonderful celebration. The founding pastor Dr. Charlie Cowsert was present. General Presbyter Teri Thomas was present. The music was especially inspiring. And when I stood to introduce Dr. Buchanan, I shared the secret.

Charlie Cowsert had asked me before worship how we got John Buchanan to decide to come to our small church, and I told him I’d explain in my introduction. And so just before John preached, I told the story of the snowstorm and ND going through the rolls of deceased members and “he’s from Chicago so he’d understand death people voting.” It was kind of hilarious.

To my horror, John stood in the pulpit and PULLED THE PETITION OUT OF HIS FOLDER. “Please God don’t let him read it,” I thought to myself. I wasn’t sure it would be as hilarious when he read “comments by” the dead spouses and parents of those who had gathered. Thankfully, he did not read it.

But we laughed multiple times that day and John was delighted by our ruse. And for the rest of his term – unti Pat Brown replaced him as the Moderator of the next General Assembly, HH and I got phone calls from friends all over the country telling us that they had heard John Buchanan preach and he had told the story about preaching at Fairlington Presbyterian Church and the dead people’s petition. And he always chuckled at the punch line: “He’s from Chicago. He’d understand dead people voting.“

John loved Chicago. He loved elegant worship and justice for the underdog. He especially loved Sue and their children. And he – most of all – loved the God of Creation who died for us all.

Thanks be to God for an amazing life lived by an amazing man.

Image from the Fourth Presbyterian Church announcement of John’s passing. It’s from his last sermon preached at Fourth on the day of his retirement in 2012.

I’m a lifelong People Pleaser. Through the years, though, I’ve learned that it’s foolish to be more afraid of my congregation than God.

When I was a 20-something pastor in a small rural congregation, our church was preparing for a garage sale-type fundraiser. People had donated gently used clothing, including boots and coats, and the church ladies took the whole week to set everything up for the big sale on Saturday.

Around midnight on Friday, I got a call from the Volunteer Fire Chief asking for help. There had been a fire in one of the rental homes in our community and the family inside had escaped with only the clothes they were wearing. Two adults and two young children were wearing their pjs in the middle of winter, and the fire chief said that he knew our church was selling used clothes the next day. Would it be possible for the Mom to come in a grab a change of clothes for her children? “Of course,” I said.

I met Mom in the church basement while the kids and Mom’s boyfriend waited in the car. I helped her pick out a couple of outfits including cold weather clothes for both children and both adults. Items were to be sold on Saturday for $1 – $2 per piece. I didn’t charge her because that would be evil. She had just lost everything and we’re talking about less than $15.

The next morning – Saturday – word had gotten around that I – the pastor – had let this family get “all the best clothes” and had not even charged them. And they were not a deserving family. The Mom was unemployed and the man at her home that night was not her husband, nor was he the father of the two children.

The ladies were not happy with me even after I offered to put $15 in the coffers. Fun fact: the proceeds from this fundraiser were “going to mission.”

For the first time in my professional ministry – but not the last – I rewrote my sermon early Sunday morning after a sleepless night. I’m not one to spew anger from the pulpit even when I’m angry, but I was firm with a Southern accent.

What about grace had we missed? (i.e. None of us deserves it. That’s what makes it grace.)

What had we missed about helping those in need? (Especially when it costs so little.)

How did we miss that handing clothes directly to people with no clothes is mission just like collecting money and then giving it away to strangers?

Please don’t get the wrong idea: I am still more afraid of my congregation than God sometimes. I’m mindful of the variety of political perspectives in congregations. What might be an obvious Word to one side of the aisle could sound “too liberal” to the other side of the aisle. I so I try to be careful. Sometimes carefulness feels like being “lukewarm” though.

A pastor asked me today, “What can we do to resist what some of us consider to be cruel government policies that especially hurt “the least of these“? Is there a denomination statement? Is there some training on resistance in our Presbytery?”

Denominational statements are often hollow. And while training can be helpful, the best thing we can do as preachers is Preach the Honest Word of God – even if it makes people uncomfortable. Grapple with the Scripture. Don’t equivocate. Remember who God is and who we are.

Also remember: Jesus was executed after he stepped on the toes of the politically powerful. Being “political” in the pulpit doesn’t mean being “partisan.” The Bible is an equal opportunity offender in terms of political parties. But some people will not like it. Some will accuse us of meddling.

Nevertheless we must preach the Gospel with courage and steadfast faith.

It’s what we signed up for and – as we can read in the Scriptures – God’s Truth changes lives. (But first it might make us miserable.)

Image source. In my second church outside Our Nation’s Capital, we had members who moved to Addis to serve USAID in Ethiopia. From the U.S. AID webpage: “For 120 years, the United States and Ethiopia have partnered in health and education, agriculture and food security, science and the environment, and many other areas to improve the lives of all Ethiopians.” To cut humanitarian aid to those in need is the opposite of the Gospel of Jesus.

I am obsessed with this article by Ross Douthat. It’s part of his new book Believe: Why Everyone Should Be Religious. Douthat is a Christian with whom I have disagreed often. But he’s on to something in this hot mess of a world – becoming hotter and messier by the day – and it resonates.

A 2024 Pew study suggests that “the rise of the nones” – those with no religious affiliation – has leveled off. We now have a secularized cohort of human beings “for whom the religious quest can feel a bit like entering a store where every faith has its wares on display.” (Douthat) If a person with little to no experience in organized religion seeks some spiritual anchor in these days, where do they begin?

I am informed by a couple personal insights/observations:

• What many secular people “know” about Christianity preached by ubiquitous leaders conflating nationalism with The Word of God is erroneous and often the opposite of the message conveyed by Holy Scripture. Many who purport to be Christian are Biblically illiterate, unable to identify the Ten Commandments much less The Sermon on the Mount.
• In light of what feels like a constant barrage of disasters, we usually cling to the simplest (but incomplete) convictions. It’s easier but it’s also lazier. In an article about the tragic loss of figure skater Cory Haynos in the recent American Airlines crash into the Potomac, it’s noted that he cited John 3:36 on his Instagram profile. Yes, the Gospel of John says that “Whoever believes in the Son has eternal life; whoever disobeys the Son will not see life, but must endure God’s wrath.” And the Gospel of John also says “I have other sheep that do not belong to this fold. I must bring them also, and they will listen to my voice. So there will be one flock, one shepherd.” I’m fine with God figuring this out.
• In my and HH’s own family, we have two who were raised Muslim and no longer practice but maintain some cultural rituals, one raised Hindu who practices her faith while incorporating monotheistic practices, two raised Protestant who no longer practice their faith regularly, and three PKs who can recite the Aaronic blessing and countless hymn lyrics and Bible stories. Each of them in their own way are spiritual seekers and/or believers trying to sort things out in these anxious days. We have been told that our current grandchildren “will choose their own religion” which will be difficult with nothing and everything to choose from. Again, when one’s upbringing has been wholly secular: “the religious quest can feel a bit like entering a store where every faith has its wares on display.”

And so what is the role for those of us in organized religion? First of all, we are usually not all that organized. Secondly, we are obligated to be lifelong learners in a world where most Christians have a sadly low level of Biblical/theological/historical literacy. We Christians would benefit from learning about other world religions, preferably from adherents. We will teach about our faith more from our actions than our words. We need to be confident enough and brave enough to refute false doctrines.

Example:

Church Person Who’s Been Taught that Homosexuality is a Sin: The Bible clearly says that homosexuality is an abomination. Look at Leviticus 20:13.

Pastor Who Can Read Ancient Hebrew or Parishioner Who Attends Bible Study Lead by Someone Who Can Read Ancient Hebrew: So, if you look at that verse in Hebrew there are two different words for “man” – ‘ish and zakar. This passage is not about two men together; it’s about one free man and one enslaved man. In other words, don’t assault your slave.

CPWBTTHAS: Well, that can’t be right. I’m just going to keep on believing what I believe.

PWCRAHOPWABSLBSWCRAH: Well you can look it up here if you really want to wrestle with the Bible seriously.

The bottom line is that faith is complicated and the world is complicated and it takes effort to grapple with the things of faith and life. (Where have I heard that before?) We in historic religious traditions have an amazing opportunity to exemplify the faith that gives us hope and peace. Sometimes things feel hopeless and tumultuous. But I for one believe in a God who has shown us a better way in Jesus Christ.

Like many of you, I’m discerning how to pray for people who are hurting other people I love.

I spend too much time trying to figure out our current President and I’ve wondered this: Has he ever experienced unconditional love? It helps me try to make sense out of what I consider to be cruel words and actions. I wonder if he’s ever been in relationship with anyone who doesn’t “love him” for his money or his power. This is my prayer for the 47th President – that his heart would be melted by unconditional love from someone. Anyone. Maybe he needs a sweet dog, although I’m not sure it would help.

We can count ourselves utterly blessed if even one person in this world loves us without qualifiers or requirements. If there is more than one, we are drenched in cosmic favor. If we’ve been unconditionally loved by an animal – that counts.

Years ago, the Call to Worship on a random Sunday in my church was from Psalm 36:

Your righteousness is like the mighty mountains,
   your judgements are like the great deep;
   you save humans and animals alike, O Lord.

Unbeknownst to me, there was a guest sitting in the pews that day who was so bereft that morning that she decided to find a church. Her dog had died the day before. Her best friend for 14 years. Her family.

She sat among strangers feeling overcome with grief when she heard the liturgist recite Psalm 36. Her ears perked up when she heard these words: “You save humans and animals alike, O Lord.“ It felt like they were chosen especially for her. Maybe they were.

I know all this because she approached me after worship and told me about her dog and the comfort she received from that Call to Worship. Simple words remembering that it’s God who first loves us unconditionally even – and especially – in times of grief.

This morning we learned that the dog we’ve loved for over ten years whom we found on August 2, 2014 on a highway in Onslow County, N.C. had a fast-growing tumor which was causing the pain that had incapacitated him over the weekend. We said good-bye later this afternoon.

His name was Spense, so named because he was very expensive for a free dog. After taking him to a shelter near where we found him with no identification, it was discovered that he had all the worms and he had not been neutered. Of course we adopted him, signed off on surgery and bought the meds. And it wasn’t cheap.

But it was so worth it. We loved him so much but – honestly – he loved us even more. Unconditionally. Sometimes I admit that I couldn’t rub his stomach for a minute longer. I dreaded early morning walks in sub-freezing weather. He had a delicate stomach that required special attention. Still we loved him.

But Spense loved us more. Even this past weekend when he was in terrible discomfort, he wagged his tail when he saw me coming down the hall. He was always happy to see us.

Everybody deserves unconditional love . I wish this for everyone. And I thank God for all those who love me and have loved me, including sweet Spense.

Image of Spense Edmiston Lyon, Kid of Kids, Hound of Hounds (~2013-2025)

“We are people, not parts of people.” Mark S.

The second season of Severance – the Apple TV series – is finally available after a three year wait post- Season One. The premise is that the fictional Lumon Industries has developed a surgical procedure that severs a human being’s personal/home life from their professional/work life. Every day “severed employees” leave their homes (they are called “Outies” – like the belly button) and drive to work where they enter an elevator taking them to their offices. During the elevator ride, they become their severed “Innies” – or Lumon workers who have no recollection of their home/personal lives.

Reasons why people would subject themselves to this:

• Focus. When you are home, you can focus 100% on your family or your laundry without concerns about work deadlines, colleague conflicts, or job dissatisfaction. When you are at work, you can focus on your assigned task without concerns about your child’s ear infection or the leak in your condo. This seems good?
• Avoidance. One character (Mark) became a young widower in his personal life and he sought out the severance procedure because his grief was unbearable. He lost his job as a professor because his personal agony was impacting his professional life. As a Severed Person, at least he could be productive from 9 to 5. This seems understandable?
• Coolness. How cool to be a part of an up and coming technology? Early adopter heaven?

In theology – Christian and all the other theologies – this severance looks like dualism gone awry. For most Christians, we believe that a person is both body and soul and those two parts are inseparable until death – when the body dies but the spirit lives on. And the resurrection of the body happens later.

But for the Severed Employees of Lumon, their bodies and souls have not separated. At work, their bodies sit at desks and spend tedious hours doing “microdata refinement.” Occasionally they are rewarded with random perks like melon bars and waffle parties. Sometimes they are sent to the break room which is more about punishment than coffee. It’s soul-sucking every day. Melons don’t particularly fill one’s soul.

At home, their bodies return to book groups and dinner parties and their souls experience all the usual things: sometimes uplifted, sometimes broken, sometimes longing, sometimes, joyful.

I’m most fascinated by the theological insights sparked by Severance. My takeaways from the first episode of Season 2:

• Authentic Truth is elusive. Is Lumon creating a glorious future as they tell the world? Or is the truth that they are evil manipulators?
• The world offers ridiculous rewards. Please do not give me a plaque when I retire. I recently went to a retirement party where the honoree received 12 plaques/trophies and while they were all presented by the various church committees and organizations with authentic love, I’m guessing the retiree would have appreciated something more useful like a gift card to his favorite restaurant or a trip to Disney World. I know someone who was given 12 place settings of china from the church kitchen with a drawing of the building on every plate and teacup. It looked like someone had cleaned out the pantry and thought, “I bet the pastor would love to look at the sanctuary while eating their cereal.” It feels like a melon bar. People get watches for their service – which is a lovely gesture. And it’s an easy gift that takes little thought. I’m guessing most people would have appreciated the cost of the watch in a love gift. Worst employee gift ever? I once worked on a staff that all received cross statues to put on our desks. The Personnel Committee didn’t realize that two of the staff members were Jewish. Merry Christmas. Best gifts? A thoughtful letter.
• Work should never feel like torture. One of the severed people – in a moment of freedom in the Outie World- yelled, “They torture us down there!” In our chosen profession/calling/vocation/job there are moments we might dread, but it’s so meaningful to feel like we are making a difference. I know a woman who cleans homes for a living and she loves creating order for her clients. It is creative work for her. Sometimes people tell me they could “never do my job” and the truth is that – for all the challenging moments – I get to see the hand of God in people’s lives every day. It fills me with delight.

We live in a world where too many lies are told, where rewards do not make us feel truly valued or known, where daily drudgery surpasses daily joy. I believe this happens when we live a severed spiritual life.

When we seek what is true about ourselves, when we recognize that we are ineffably valuable simply because we were each created in God’s Image, when we realize that all work – from doing laundry to negotiating world peace – is ministry – then our lives are spiritually whole.

And this is also true when we see these the truth, the value, and the contributions of others.

This is my goal and my stronghold for life.

How are we feeling?

As the birthday of the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King will soon be celebrated on – ironically – the same day of the Inauguration of the next President of the United States, there are those of us who are:

• Tuning out the tsunami of personal, natural, and political disasters brewing everywhere.
• Half-listening to the news. (Is there a fire happening in California right now?“)
• Feeling overwhelmed by the tsunami of personal, natural, and political disasters brewing everywhere.

The young man who believed that Hillary Clinton was involved in child trafficking in Comet Ping Pong Pizza in DC has died after being shot during a traffic stop just down the road from where I live. He served four years in prison for shooting an assault weapon in the restaurant and threatening their employees.

There was a NYT article in November 2016 announcing that – in light of the misinformation that led one young man to drive all the way from NC to a DC pizza restaurant to address fictitious stories about kidnapping and molesting children – Facebook chief executive Mark Zuckerberg promised “to work on technology tools to slow the gusher of false digital information.” But this week, Zuckerberg announced that he would end efforts to fact check Facebook and Instagram after giving $1 million to celebrate the inauguration of the next President on MLK’s official birthday.

See what I mean? The world spins and it’s often chaotic and painful.

How are we feeling?

As I type this, the same President who will ostensibly swear to uphold the Constitution of the United States in less than two weeks has been sentenced without prison time on 34 felonies. According to the Associated Press, the judge could have sentenced him to four years in prison – the same sentence that Edgar Welch served for shooting up the pizza restaurant because he believed in utterly false conspiracy theories. Those conspiracy theories were created by supporters of the former and future President.

Breathe.

Between all this and the ordinary realities of life – beloved old dogs who are slowing down, and elderly loved ones who are slowing down, and church conflicts that are breaking God’s heart and our hearts, and ongoing recovery efforts after wars and flooding and random shootings – I still cling to the God who separated the waters at Creation and the waters of the Exodus. I still believe in the God who weeps with us, particularly in the Person of Jesus whose presence continues to be among us. I still believe that there is a Spirit that moves people like Jimmy Carter, who could have rested on his laurels after serving as President, but instead focussed on serving the poor and vulnerable. The Holy Spirit did that.

Do we trust in God or do we not?

Sometimes it’s all we can do. But I deeply believe that the God who is paying attention (and miraculously has not obliterated this foolish planet) calls us to pay attention too.

I get it: it would be easy to tune out and maybe we need to do that for a bit. But as long as the LORD is still present in this world, we are called to be present. Breathe. Tend to the hurting. Try to listen to our enemies. Try to love even the unlovable. Breathe some more.

In a healthy world we learn from our mistakes. We make them. We course correct. We move forward . . . unless we don’t course correct but – instead – learn nothing, rinse and repeat.

Here are the top mistakes I’ve made myself and/or noticed others making in 2024 in Church World:

• We were so tired of seeking a new pastor (for denominations without bishops) that we overlooked any possible signs that this was not a good match. We didn’t dare ask hard questions in the interview process for fear we’d learn something we didn’t want to hear and therefore further slow down our search.
• We were so tired of seeking a new call that we overlooked any possible signs that this was not a good match. We didn’t dare ask hard questions in the interview process for fear we’d learn something we didn’t want to hear and therefore further slow down our search.
• We didn’t read the room before launching off into a diatribe that started an unnecessary conflict.
• We entered into a situation with an “I alone can fix you” mentality rather than listening to people, learning to love them and then leading them.
• We ignored professional advice – especially if that advice came from Presbytery leaders who love you and have done this before.
• We believed we would be saved by a) a young pastor, b) someone dying and leaving us all their money, c) getting rid of the pastor we have, c) all the above.
• We confused God’s will with our own.

It takes wisdom and humility to learn from our mistakes. And mistakes can be expensive. And also, we are people saved by grace with the call to offer grace to others. And also we will make new mistakes in 2025.

Nevertheless, let’s try to avoid the perennial ones.

Image source.