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I attend a lot of church-related meetings. But during one of yesterday’s four meetings,  in a conference room with 13 other people, something occurred to me:

I was the only woman in the room.

Women were first ordained in my denomination in 1956.  While 28% of all mainline Protestant churches in the United States have women pastors, almost half of all active clergy in my denomination are female.  More than half of the candidates for ordination are women.

In every church meeting I attend, at least half the participants are women.  Often there are more women in the room than men, but in yesterday’s meeting there was only one woman:  me.

Anybody want to guess what the meeting was and why I was the only woman present?

I’ll share the answer at the end of the day today.

Postscript: My meeting was with pastors who fall on the more conservative side regarding issues facing our denomination – including the possibility of our General Assembly approving GBLTQ marriage in 2014.  Although there are certainly some clergywomen in our denomination who are against GBLTQ marriage, most of those opposed seem to be men.  I’ve always wondered if we – clergywomen – are often more open to such changes because we know what it’s like when Scripture is used to forbid our leadership.  Most mainline Protestants interpret Scripture using hermeneutical techniques (historical, cultural, contextual, lexical analysis) that understand God’s Word differently than those who point to certain passages that “prove” what they believe about women and homosexuality.  

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There seems to be trauma everywhere.  For all the people who die  in shootings, bombings, floods and fires, there are countless others who survive, traumatized by those events.  After the tragedies, we hear that counselors will be deployed to assist those trying to cope after the fact.  In my denomination, the PDA leaps into action after somebody has opened fire in a movie theatre or after a tornado has twisted through a high school.  Thanks be to God.

But, think about it.  Every. Day. There. Is. Trauma.  Traumatic events seem to be on the increase, don’t they?

Children shot on a basketball court.  Shoppers shot in a mall.  Federal workers shot in their workplace.  And that’s just over the past week or so.

Cars washed away in floods.  Homes burned to the ground.  Whole villages squashed by an earthquake.  Again – all this has happened in just the past week.

And then there are survivors of car crashes, cancer, child abuse, and all manner of brokenheartedness.  These are the people who sit in our pews on Sunday mornings.  And they are the people who never sit in church buildings.

How do we serve these folks?  We can’t take away their pain or erase their memories.  But we are called to walk alongside them, to hear their stories.  And – as far as I know – there are no seminaries teaching pastoral care skills for trauma victims.  Maybe it’s best to offer this kind of training as a specialty.  But increasingly, it feels like all of us need this training.  Sadly, trauma is no longer a rare occurrence.  It happens every day.

Note:  HH and I have tickets to see the documentary Sole Survivor this week.  I consider this Continuing Education.  Will offer a review Friday.

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Sunday Morning Worship is not the most important thing a church does each week. I don’t mean to offend, but the notion that Sunday Morning Worship is the most important thing we do together is killing us.

The reality is that most parish pastors spend the great majority of their time each week preparing for that one hour when the congregation gathers for worship.  In holy preparation, pastors do some or all of the following:

• exegete Scripture,
• write a sermon and accompanying liturgy,
• conjure up a Children’s Story,
• coordinate the music,
• oversee publication of the bulletin,
• make the slides,
• ensure that there will be ushers/money counters/nursery volunteers.

Corporate worship comprises only one (or maybe two) hours of the week but the majority of our efforts are poured into that brief slice of time on The Lord’s Day. But even the most inspiring worship experience does not spiritually mentor and equip most people.  Too many of us compartmentalize our faith into basically two pieces:  Sunday Morning and The Rest of the Week.  We come in, sit down, sit still, and leave smarter/holier/at peace.  Often, we don’t even experience peace.

Exhibit A:  The parishioner who sat through worship and then yelled at another driver in the church parking lot on her way home.

Being a follower of Jesus is not about “coming to church” on Sunday.

What’s More Important that Sunday Morning Worship:  those times when God’s people connect out in the community.

Exhibit A:  Jesus met people in homes, by drinking fountains, on the road, at the beach, at festivals.  And their lives were changed – sometimes in infinitesimal ways and sometimes in enormous ways.

Yes, Jesus taught in synagogues and in the temple, but mostly he connected with people in ordinary places.

The most important hour of the week for Church is when:

• relationships are nurtured,
• new leaders are mentored,
• broken people are loved,
• Jesus is recognized.

We have met for generations in sanctuaries on Sunday mornings at 11 (or 8:30 or 9:30 or 10:30 or 5:30) for corporate worship.  In a perfect world, we have gathered to proclaim and receive the gospel, praise God, confess our sins, find inspiration, and be spiritually fueled in order to go out and serve.

In the real world, corporate worship has often been about seeing our friends, experiencing stirring music, hearing an elegant sermon (or a mediocre one), and going out to brunch after.  We all know that people can sit beside each other in pews for generations and not really know each other.

How can we better become The Church?  Small groups, dinner clubs, circle meetings, prayer partners, game nights, cook outs, mission trips, retreats, service projects, craft projects, parties.  And maybe even during corporate worship on Sunday mornings.  But honestly, it doesn’t usually happen on Sunday mornings.  Or it doesn’t happen solely on Sunday mornings.

So – church professionals – why are we spending so much time on what happens on Sunday mornings?  Our parishioners expect it, of course.  But corporate worship is not the main thing.  It’s the dessert.

At this very moment  – in the bowels of a government warehouse someplace – there is an ancient wiretap tape of me and a former boyfriend breaking up over the phone.  In the throes of break-up crying – with a short intermission in the middle to go throw up – former BF informed me that our conversation was being taped by guys in a white van outside his house because their church was harboring Salvadorean refugees.  “Oh great,” I sniffed.  “There goes my Senate confirmation.”

My past has made me a better pastor.  But here’s a question:  Is it necessary to have an interesting/sordid/irreverent past to be an effective follower of Jesus/pastor?

I love that Nadia Bolz-Weber’s Pastrix has hit #17 on the NY Times Bestsellers list, and I attribute this fabulous news to these truths:  1) she has a great story and 2) she looks like Nadia Bolz-Weber.  Her story includes addictions and tattoos and a sailor’s vocabulary.  It’s also beautiful and redemptive.  And it’s as dramatic as Paul’s story about the road to Damascus  – but more relatable.

I wonder about those who’ve grown up sheltered and wholesome in perfect-ish families with no history of depression, addiction, abuse, missteps, or poor choices.  What do they do when someone comes to them with a tale of brokenness and imperfection?  Is it possible for them to hear those stories without judgement or pity?  Can they walk alongside someone if they have absolutely no experience of betrayal or confusion or utter despair?

My own life is fairly tame compared to your average convict/heroin addict/soldier/pickpocket/meth dealer.  I have no cool tattoos.  I have no stories involving prison.  I used to drive a minivan.  But the measure of pain in my life and occasional brushes with utter despair have made me a better pastor.  You?

PS Please read Pastrix.

As promised, this post is a follow up on yesterday’s post.  I enjoyed a lovely lunch yesterday with about 35 of our retired clergy people and their spouses during which I asked them to answer this question:

What Would You Like to Say to Active Pastors?  (And here is what they shared.)

1. Hang in there.  Things are very different now from when I was serving the church and you are going to have to work harder to figure it out.
2. Do something risk-taking or cutting edge.  (This pastor shared that he served as pastor of the first interracial congregation in Texas.  He raised his family in a tough context, but it was worth it.)
3. Ask yourself if anything about your current ministry scares you.  If not, it’s time to move on.
4. Remember the saying about preaching with a Bible in one hand and a newspaper in the other?  Talk in your sermons about how much trouble we are in, both in terms of global and interpersonal conflicts. Ask your congregation and yourself, “Is our Jesus big enough to handle these things?”  If you don’t think so, read your Bible more closely.
5. Don’t preach cookie cutter wedding and funeral homilies.  Make it personal.  These are great opportunities to build community
6. Take advantage of connecting with retired pastors.  We need the intellectual stimulation and maybe you could pick our brains about something.

If you are retired from professional ministry, what would you add?

If you are actively serving a church, what else would you like to hear from retired clergy?

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Today, our Board of Pensions is generously hosting a luncheon for our retired pastors and – gratefully – there will be no drama over the Walgreen-CVS Express Scripts controversy this year.  Or so we can only hope.

We have a lot of retired clergy in our Presbytery and they are gifted, valuable, fun, and interesting.  Our retired clergywomen – especially those who have been ordained for 40+ years – have stories that all our 20 and 30-something clergywomen should probably hear.  Jaw dropping/inspiring.

The agenda today is about Medical and Pension benefits, but I would love to have an occasion during which we could have a healthy, honest talk about the relationships between clergy currently serving congregations and their retired predecessors.  Because my job is to share information that is often tough to hear, this is what I imagine saying, on behalf of my actively serving colleagues:

1.  Please do not introduce yourself as the pastor of your former church.  Even if you say, “I’m the former pastor of Big Church on the Hill” or “I retired from St. Stella’s Presbyterian” it’s not helpful.  It looks like you still identify, first and foremost, with that particular congregation and the fact is that the congregation needs to move on for the sake of its future ministry.  Please just say that you are retired, and if interested, someone will ask you where you used to serve.  Then, feel free to share that information.  But when you start with your former church’s name, it looks and feels like you are still connected in a way that keeps the church back there.

2.  Please continue to keep fresh and share your wisdom.  Ask our retired clergy who serve on important commissions in our Presbytery.  They have the exquisite opportunity to share their wisdom while hearing about 21st Century Church World.  It’s fantastic . . . unless you are that guy who can’t stop talking about how great it was in the 1960s when your church had 500 members or how kids today have bad theology and don’t know what they are doing.  Really, don’t ever say those things.

3.  Consider co-mentoring a new pastor.  This is for you if – and only if – you are hungry to learn.  Good mentors never act as if they know everything or have cornered the market on pastoring.  Honestly, you still have so many things to learn and you have so many things to teach.  But nobody will want to be mentored by you if you are patronizing or unteachable.

4.  Don’t ever drop in on events in your former church.  Just don’t.  If there’s a party for the 90 year old Christian educator and she was also on your staff back in the day,  it doesn’t mean you are automatically invited to the party. If there’s a ribbon cutting for the new homeless shelter in the new wing of the building, you should not show up unless specifically invited by the current pastor.

5.  If you lose your mind for a minute and ignore #4, for the love of God, do not make the event you’ve crashed about you.   Do not burst in on the scene and start telling stories about how you are the one who thought up the homeless shelter idea.  Do not regale the staff – many of whom have never worked with you – about how you remember the party for the Christian Educator when she was only 80.

6.  If you are lonely, feeling purposeless, achy, cranky, or worried about the future of Christendom, please give me a call.  Do not take these maladies out on your former church.  I will try to help you recalculate, as my Garmin daily offers.

7.  Remember that it’s a good thing for life to move on.  Without necessary losses, life becomes stagnant and sad.  Yes, losing our life’s work, our friends, our loved ones, our abilities, our “power” is also very sad – because all transitions involve some measure of grief.  But we are people of faith, aren’t we?  We are enormously blessed to be in a denomination that cares about its retired servants.  We have opportunities for new ventures.  We belong to God.

Fun plan:  At the Retirees’ Lunch today, I’m going to interview people to find out what they’d like to tell active clergywomen and men.  Stay tuned.

My job makes me light up.  Not every duty or every task, but – in general – I love what I do every day serving the institutional church.

One of my responsibilities involves working with people preparing to do professional ministry as pastors, chaplains, teachers, and community organizers.  We talk with them about vocation, theology, and practical ministry. It’s often nerve-wracking for them – and for us – but what we are looking for includes The Spark.

We want our candidates to light up when they talk about serving God’s people.

What we never want to see:  rolled eyes, lifelessness, indifference, smugness, haughtiness.  No one is authentically hyped about every aspect of ministry/life, but if you really want to express the reality that God is calling you to something priestly, we need to see a glint of Holy Light.

For some people, it happens when they talk about preaching.  For others, it’s pastoral care.  Some love, love, love conflict resolution.  Others wake up pumped to teach people who are hungry to learn.

You can’t fake this kind of thing.  (If you try, we will notice.)  The Spark is not something we learn in seminary.  It’s not something anyone but God can give us.

What makes your face light up, in terms of the work you do – whether you work in a church setting or in a post office (or pharmacy, coffee shop, nursery school, laundry, etc.)?  Sadly, there are too many pastors who – for various reasons – no longer light up.  What about you?

Note:  27 years ago today, I met the guy who still makes my face light up.

Ba de ya – say do you remember
Ba de ya – dancing in September
Ba de ya – never was a cloudy day

My Mom died of metastatic breast cancer 25 years ago today.  Interestingly enough, two other friends also lost their moms on September 16th. Two other friends became moms on this day.

Tomorrow – September 17 – is the 27th anniversary of my last first date.

I am not a sentimental person about many things.  But dates matter to me.  I eat dessert for dinner every August 28th.

When expecting children, I remember looking at calendars with potential due dates in mind, and realizing that one of those dates would soon be extraordinary for the rest of my life.

It’s overwhelming and impossible to remember everyone’s special dates, but one of the best gifts we can offer people is to remember “their dates.”  Pastoral care tip:  keep a calendar with important death dates and connect with survivors.  You don’t even have to mention their loss.  Just a low key “I’m thinking about you today” will suffice.  Believe me, you won’t be reminding them afresh of  a memory they’d forgotten.  They’ll know why you called.

Grateful today that I have the capacity to remember.

Last night Nadia Bolz-Weber wowed a big crowd in Chicago, promoting Pastrix and, when asked about her home life, she shared that she’s home almost every night when not traveling.  She doesn’t do meetings.

This is not the case for most pastors.

We do council meetings, staff meetings, premarital counseling meetings, family funeral planning meetings, baptism preparation meetings, conflict mediation meetings, deacons meetings, elders meetings, presbytery/association/conference/committee meetings. Meetings R Us.  (I bet Nadia does meetings too; they are simply good meetings and they don’t happen at night.)

My job description literally states that I must be able to sit through long meetings.  Really, it does.

Some of my friends really wanted to join us to hear Nadia speak last, but they couldn’t because they had meetings.  And one of the things they missed was her insight that people who like meetings are the ones who go to meetings which means that decisions are made in our spiritual communities by meeting-lovers which perpetuates the custom of having meetings and more meetings.  Exhausting.

One Lent, the church I was serving gave up all meetings.  All.  Meetings.  It was heavenly . . . except for those for whom it wasn’t.  Several people hated the fact that we weren’t having meetings because they “didn’t know what was going on.”  Looking back, I wonder if meetings, for them, was their opportunity to:

• Be in charge of something.  (For some church people, it’s their only “power.”)
• Keep an eye on the pastor.  (What does she do, if she’s not in meetings with us?)

For the record, I am pro-meeting if:

• Something concrete will accomplished.  (i.e. No talking in circles.)
• There is a predetermined start time and an end time, and we strictly keep that schedule.
• Everybody participates and feels heard.
• We can agree to cancel meetings if there is no reason to meet.  (These are not reasons to meet:  “We always meet on the second Monday.”  “We need to discuss ___ for the third time.”  “___ missed our last meeting and we need to catch him up on our progress.”
• It’s fun.

Meetings can build community.  Or they can suck out our souls.

It used to be true that pastors were advised to be out at meetings no more than three nights a week.  Actually, three nights out a week is crazy . . . unless you are doing something fun/engaging/nourishing.  Honestly, if we are out more than one night a week – for a meeting –  it’s too much, at least on a regular basis.

There are good meetings and there are not-so-good meetings.  Of the meetings you attended/ran in the past week, how would you rank them?

Me:  In the past seven days, I’ve attended six meetings.  I’d say that five of them were really good.  You?

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On Monday, I ordered a skinny mocha at the Starbucks Drive-Thru on my way to work and about halfway to the office, realized I was drinking a caramel macchiato.  I can hear you now as you shake your angry fist and curse the heavens:  ‘No!  Not a wrong drink order! No!”

I accepted the tragic fact that I’d just consumed 130 more calories than I’d planned.

On Tuesday, as I drove through Starbucks again, my barrista friends told me that the Caramel Macchiato Orderer had angrily telephoned them when she got to her office demanding a refund.  They had Ruined. Her. Day.  She had consumed sugar free chocolate instead of caramel with her coffee drink.  Lord, have mercy.  Christ, have mercy.  Lord, have mercy.

I remember once when one of our kids went to school forgetting it was Red Day but he had worn blue.  And it ruined his day.  Actually, I totally get this – if you are five years old.

What ruined our day 12 years ago has been resurrected in countless ways.  It brings those of us together who remember where we were.  It warms our hearts to recall the heroism.  It also takes very little for my heart to race and my throat to choke up when I think back to that day.  I am bracing myself to visit the 9-11 Museum in NYC when it opens.

But even terrorism doesn’t wholly ruin any day.  The days belong to God and God can redeem even the very worst day.

Nevertheless we remember humbly

• those almost three thousand souls who perished 12 years ago today.
• the Four Little Girls who died 50 years ago Sunday when terrorists bombed the 16th Street Baptist Church in Birmingham.
• the eight Iraqi police officers mistakenly shot and killed in Fallujah by US forces 10 years ago tomorrow.
• the 1400+ victims who died 3 weeks ago in Damascus after suffocating gas was propelled into their neighborhoods.
• the 27 people who died 9 months ago tomorrow at the hand of Adam Lanza in Newtown.

By grace even these tragedies shall not ruin us.