A Church for Starving Artists

I was going to call these “Evangelism Tips” but you’d probably roll your eyes.  The truth is that the way we live our lives is our #1 Evangelism Tool in terms of showing people what the love of Jesus looks like.  But that sounds a bit pious, so we’ll go with Life Tips.

This week, I hope to remind myself of things that will make 2018 a good year for me and for the people around me.  Maybe they’ll speak to you too.

#1 – Life Tip for a New Year: Treat our colleagues well.

Whether you are the manager of a tomato farm in Immokalee, Florida or a member of a church or denominational staff, treating people fairly is a Biblical assumption.  Treating people generously is Christ-like.

In real life terms, this translates into keeping our people safe (whether that means well-lit parking lots or protecting them from verbal, etc. abuse) and keeping our people happy.

Many congregations “cannot afford” to give their church staffs raises or bonuses or even Christmas gifts.  Yes, things are tight all around, but a happy, healthy staff leads to a happy, healthy congregation.  We can start by saying “please” and “thank you” after a busy season or a retreat or a big funeral.

Most congregations can find the money and/or the time to treat their staffs to a meal or a gift card or a hand-written note of appreciation.  This is also true for schools, retail businesses, banks, hospitals, and every kind of office.  (I’m looking at you HR and Personnel Departments – if you have them.  If not, this is on you, Boss/Owner.)

If we cannot trust and stand up for our people, we need new people.  (Or it could be that we need a new supervisor.)  If I wouldn’t take a proverbial bullet for my colleagues, I’m in the wrong field or I need to talk to those colleagues about the problem.  Strong teams stick together, appreciate each other, hold each other accountable, and trust each other.

This is a great season to plan to be better colleagues.  It’s not only the right thing to do, but organizations that treat their people well are more successful organizations. [Note:  Good Colleagues are not the same as Best Friends, but that’s for another post.]

Have a great first Tuesday of the year.

. . . the things we have been waiting for become real.  And things we never imagined become real too.
On this very date last year, my friends J and T were alive and well.  Our perfect grand-nephew had not yet been born and I was looking forward to General Assembly trips to Lebanon and Syria and Italy while continuing to serve Chicago Presbytery.

On this first day of 2018, as with the first days of other years, I’m well aware that the future brings both expected and unexpected adventures moving swiftly through deep joy and deep loss.  And because I do not take my life span for granted, this is the day I re-write my funeral plans each year.  They are in my phone and if you happen to be with me on that particular day, look under “If I Die Today” in my notes.  You’ll find what you need.

Some of my death plans don’t change much – cremation, hymns, speakers.  But the letter I hope someone will read at the service will be tweaked today.  (Yes, I’ve written a homily for my own funeral.)

Life is sweet even when it’s doesn’t seem very sweet.  And all it takes to want to live life to the full is to remember those moments in the past when we didn’t realize how happy we were, but then someone we treasured passed away and we wish we’d told them more often how amazing they were.

This could be the year that brings the miracles we’ve always wanted along with the struggles we’ve always avoided. It’s a good day to tell people how amazing they are.  Happy New Year!

Image of the last Edmiston Reunion with both of my parents, 1988.

[Note: Of all the ubiquitous annual reviews, my favorite is The Lives They Lived in the New York Times.  Death and the assessment of one’s life is among my favorite things to ponder. A good funeral makes me want to be more faithful.  A good life brings everlasting inspiration.]

Somebody beat me to the punch when he wrote about Maggie Roche here.  We didn’t know each other but she was a big part of my life.  HH and I attended every Roches concert at The Birchmere for decades and The Roches Christmas album was a staple in our family’s holiday playlist.

We were different in many ways as far as I can determine.  There is nothing about my voice that says “wow” much less “contralto.”  I am not personal friends with Paul Simon.  And if I learned I had breast cancer, I would certainly not wait a decade to tell people.  But the fact that breast cancer impacted her life is something that bonded us.  (Breast cancer is my special enemy.)

Her music brought joy from street corners in New York to Carnegie Hall, and that’s a lot.  To bring joy to the world in every season indicates a life well-lived – even the throes of financial insecurity and isolation.  The fact that her family considered her an angel was only the beginning of this world’s love for her.

One of The Roches’ hallmark pieces was their a cappella Hallelujah Chorus.  But my favorite song was Big Nuthin’.

[Note: Of all the ubiquitous annual reviews, my favorite is The Lives They Lived in the New York Times.  Death and the assessment of one’s life is among my favorite things to ponder. A good funeral makes me want to be more faithful.  A good life brings everlasting inspiration.]

Tom Schmid taught me four things:

• How to grow older.
• How to love my spouse.
• How to be a pastor.
• How to be a parent.

When we were colleagues in National Capital Presbytery, Tom was the wise older colleague without being that guy.  Clergy colleagues, you are probably familiar with those guys who need to pastor-splain even to those of us who’ve been in professional ministry for a while now.  (Seriously, I met a pastor who told me how to officiate a wedding for 30 minutes at an ordination party in 2017.  We’ve been ordained about the same number of years.)

Instead, Tom shared how having younger friends kept him sharp and how eating hot dogs – at least twice a year – was life-giving and how there was no “T” in Schmid and how being a “Golden Roo” was the best and how Beth was perfect.

He adored his kids and grandkids, and he encouraged them to be the people God created them to be.

When Tom became my second friend to be diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in 2017, I was stunned.  We had just hung out in Sherman, TX in May and he was as chipper as ever.  At least that’s what he said.

Tom breathed his last on Christmas Day which is fitting in terms of what he believed about both the Incarnation and the Resurrection.  How beautiful to experience both miracles on the same day.

He was a great and good man.

Photo of Tom from his son Bennett.

[Note: Of all the ubiquitous annual reviews, my favorite is The Lives They Lived in the New York Times.  Death and the assessment of one’s life is among my favorite things to ponder. A good funeral makes me want to be more faithful.  A good life brings everlasting inspiration.]

Jeff Krehbiel’s life is evidence that being a faithful follower of Jesus has nothing to do with the current take on Christianity as portrayed in the media.  He was semi-obsessed with the belief that we should all be working to make the world as it should be, rather than accepting the world as it is. In the world as it is, money is power.  In the world as it should be, justice and compassion rule.

Jeff wrote a little book about how The Bible addresses this.  He believed that God created us to live and serve in community.  He believed that there is always hope for resurrection.  He believed that his spouse and daughters were close to perfect.

On the night that HH and I had a little party to welcome Jeff and Cheryl to Chicago from our beloved Washington, DC, we learned that his father had died.  Just a few weeks later, Jeff learned that he also had cancer.  And just a few weeks after that, Jeff also died.

But Jeff’s legacy lives on as NEXTChurch has fulfilled his dream for Community Organizing Training for church leaders and as interfaith organizers bring justice to the poor in places like DC and Northern Virginia and Baltimore.  He lives on in his amazing siblings and his mom and his colleagues and – especially – the loves of his life.  But in spite of these things, it feels strange to move into a new year without him.

Image from NEXTChurch.  Thank God we can still listen to his voice.

Sometimes I’m a latecomer in terms of “finds” (Exhibit A:  Kumail Nanjiani.  Where have I been?)

But here are my favorite discoveries – latecomer or not – over the past year.  I hope you find something interesting among them.

Elizabeth White is the author of 55, Unemployed, and Faking Normal – a title that immediately resonated with me.  She also has a TED Talk here.   Ms. White is a well-educated woman who went into “economic free fall” after losing  her job and all of her assets.  And her experience is especially important in these days after our own US Congress has overhauled our tax structure in a way that impacts all of us.  Having “money problems” is among the most shameful personal problems in our culture.  Ms. White talks about resilience and resource-sharing and living “low to the ground” as we prepare for what could be a lifespan of 80 or 90 years.

Janet Amuh is too young to have much of a social media presence.  She is a middle school student in a Chicago suburb whose art is getting a lot of attention in local exhibitions and galleries.  I bought one of her paintings at a fall festival as a Christmas gift to myself this year.  She is also an extraordinary musician and scholar.  Remember her name.  She is going to be famous.

Jean-Michel Basquait died at the age of 27 of a heroin overdose in 1988.  (Like I said, I am often a latecomer.)  But he lives on in his art which is so thought-provoking and weirdly beautiful.  Check it out.

Lisa Lucas became Executive Director of the National Book Foundation in 2016 and I love her taste in books.  Follow her on Twitter here.  Anyone who inspires us to read excellent literature is worth knowing better.

On the cusp of 2018, my hope is that we have all discovered people who amazed/intrigued/sparked new ideas in us.  Please share if you are dying to let us know about someone we should know.

And . . . this is my last post of the year.  See you in 2018.

Image of Woman in a Hat by Janet Amuh.

Merry Christmas!

When our own three kids were still in school and home, church leaders with kids in college or beyond would ask to be excused from evening meetings when their young adult children were in town.  This was semi-annoying to their judge-y pastor:  where was their commitment?

I get it now.

Although we talk with them often, we only see our 20-somethings a few times a year, especially since we live states away from FBC and SBC, and an ocean away from TBC.  I miss them.

When they are in town, I want to clear the decks and the calendar.

One of the joys of the season is blessing others with the joys of the season.  This is a great time to double our tips in diners and tell our postal workers how awesome they are.  It’s a great time to give everyone the afternoon off or take the preschool teachers their favorite coffees.

Why in the world would I begrudge my colleagues’ desire to spend precious time with their loved ones?  Because I was missing that part in the Bible about abundant life.

God wants us to experience joy and laughter and beauty and fun and goodness – and to offer that for others. For those who are working hard to make this season beautiful, let’s give them a smile, a break, a compliment, a night off.  Let’s share the sugar plums.  Merry Christmas Everyone!

… from the perspective of hope, in many ways our age represents an unprecedented opportunity for Christians. The collapse of Christendom over the past few centuries has created a potentially more egalitarian, authentic and pluralistic religious world.  Charles Mathewes in this excellent article

[Seriously.  Read Charles Matthewes’ article in the Post.  Also start reading everything that Guthrie Graves-Fitzsimmons writes about religion.  His insights are refreshing in light of what most of the press writes about people of faith.]

I am a white Christian who would call myself evangelical (as in the Greek word Greek euangelion, meaning “the good news” or the “gospel”) except for the fact that the word “evangelical” has been hijacked.  I am a Presbyterian Christian which means my ecclesiastical history includes the heroic and the abominable.  I am a Baby Boomer which means that most Church Members are my age or older.

But I am also preposterously hopeful about the Church.  Church makes me crazy.  But it also makes me deeply excited.

So here’s what one White Christian Lady believes (and I’m not the only one.)

I believe that the Bible is an equal opportunity offender in terms of political parties.

I believe that God created and loves us and the people we love and all the people we don’t love. If you have a hard time loving LGBTQ people, for example, remember that Jesus died for that tall, red-headed Transgender woman in front of you in the grocery store line, as well as that brown kid named Mohammed and that grandmother with the bindi.  The broad and beautiful diversity of God’s people is a blessing we take for granted – which is a sin.

I believe that the reason the angels keep saying, “Be not afraid” is because God knows that fear is our go-to reaction on most days.  We are afraid of the unknown.  We are afraid of change.  We are afraid about what people will think.  

I believe that the Church of Jesus Christ can be mean, ridiculous, complicit, and destructive.  But it is also the best way to connect as the people of God.  At our best, the Church is generous, gracious, creative, life-affirming and the conduit through which God makes people whole again.

I believe that Jesus was born and died to show us what love looks like.  Sometimes love looks angry.  Sometimes it looks confusing.  But most of the time love looks something like this:

 bring good news to the poor,
proclaim release to the captives
   and recovery of sight to the blind,
 and let the oppressed go free, 

[Note:  This was Jesus’ first sermon and you can find the whole thing here.]

I believe that human beings are charged with holding each other accountable.  God did not create us to bully each other, cheat each other or destroy each other.  Mature followers of Jesus welcome this accountability.

I believe this is a great time to be the Church and we are a better Church when we are devoted to

• being real (most of us are drenched in hot-messedness in spite of appearances),
• being humble (we need to learn even from those we have previously denigrated),
• being open to engage with other faiths (which makes our own faith stronger), and
• being committed to looking more like our communities which means looking less White.  (I’m looking at you, my Mainline friends.)

As White supremacy wanes (and it will wane, my friends), we in the White Church will take this opportunity to learn about our neighbors who are not White, not in our particular political party, and/or not in our socioeconomic class.  These are fighting words, I realize.  But – finally:

I believe that love will ultimately win.  We can participate in this movement to love in the likeness of Christ.  Or we can watch the Church we have known and loved wallow in survival mode.

The world tells us to be afraid.  God keeps sending messengers who tell us not to be afraid.  I hope to side with the angels.

Image is The Field of Angels by Rod Moorhead in the Whitney Plantation,  Wallace, Louisiana.  “The field of Angels is a section of the slave memorial dedicated to 2,200 Louisiana slave children who died before their third birth date and documented in the Sacramental Records of the Archdiocese of New Orleans.” I also believe every one of those children and their parents are now safe.  But we as the Church must not let this kind of thing happen again.

The Pharisees said to him, “Look, why are they doing what is not lawful on the sabbath?” And Jesus said to them, “Have you never read what David did when he and his companions were hungry and in need of food?  Mark 2:24-25

Chick-Fil-A lovers know that they aren’t open on Sundays.  It doesn’t matter if the store is in a busy mall, a heavily trafficked highway, or the Atlanta airport.  If you crave a #1 with waffle fries and a sweet tea on what many call the Sabbath, it’s too bad.  Being closed on Sundays has been part of their culture for over 70 years … until last Sunday.

When the power was out in the busiest airport in the world last Sunday leaving travelers hungry and frustrated, Corporate Headquarters made the decision to open up Chick-Fil-A and feed the stranded people at the Hartsfield-Jackson Airport.  Over 2000 meals were served.

And Jesus smiled.

Chick-Fil-A gets that the Sabbath was made for people – not the other way around.  The point of closing on Sundays is that we are reminded that the world does not stop spinning if we rest.

[Note:  Chick-Fil-A was also in the news several years ago for their founders’ stance on “traditional marriage.”  Today they espouse more inclusive views.  “We want Chick-fil-A to be for everyone,” according to one company VP here.]

In these days when most humans have no idea about the theological significance of holly or stockings or candles in this season, it’s refreshing to see a fast food restaurant which knows precisely why they do what they do – theologically.  They honor God by keeping the Sabbath until it’s clear that it honors God even more to feed desperate people.

I can imagine Chick-Fil-A workers saying, “my pleasure” as they passed out those chicken sandwiches Sunday, but – actually –  I believe it pleased God even more.

May your holiday practices make God happy.