Friday, October 3, 2008

Friday five: St. Francis

Sally of the RevGals writes:

Today is the day that we remember and celebrate the life of St Francis of Assisi, here is a description of his early life:

Often named the Patron Saint of Animals and the Environment, there is much more to St Francis:

Saint Francis is called the little poor man of Assisi. He was born in the year 1182 in the town of Assisi in Italy. His father's name was
Bernadone. Bernadone was a very wealthy merchant of Assisi. Francis was a very good-looking boy. He was merry and soft-hearted. So he had many friends. All the noble men's sons were his companions.

Francis was brought up in luxury and gaiety. He spent a considerable portion of his wealth in extravagant pleasures. He used to drink with the young princes of the land.

One day Francis was joking and laughing with his friends. A beggar came along crying for alms. Francis, who was soft-hearted, gave whatever he had in his pocket to the beggar. His companions mocked at him for his charitable act. Dispassion dawned in his heart. The sight of the beggar set him thinking about the poverty and misery of mundane life. He gave much money to the poor. His father thought that Francis was wasting his money and rebuked him.

Sometime after this, Francis was laid up in bed for many months on account of some serious disease. He was about to die. But the Lord saved him as he had to carry out a definite mission in his life. The nature of Francis was entirely changed. Francis prayed to the Lord for light and guidance as to his future. He had a vision of Lord Jesus. He made a strong determination to renounce his old way of living to tread a life of purity and to dedicate his life to the service of humanity.

As soon as Francis got well, he informed his parents of his determination. They were disappointed. They became angry with Francis. Francis gave up his old ways and habits and set up to serve God. He distributed clothes, goods and money to the poor. His father was very much annoyed towards his son. He said, "Is this the gratitude you show to me ? I laboured hard and amassed wealth. You are lavishly wasting it on these miserable wretches".

Francis' friends mocked at him and teased him. His father turned him out of the house. Francis lived like a beggar. His old friends even pelted him with stones and mud. He bore everything with patience. He wore a coarse dress and ate simple food.

Francis went on to travel from village to village preaching the love of God. He invited people to join him in his life of service if they were willing. Bernard, a rich man of Assisi, was very much attracted by the saintliness of Francis. He joined Francis. He was the first follower of Francis. He placed all his wealth at the altar of God. Eleven others also joined Francis. They distributed all their wealth to the poor. Francis and his followers went all over Italy preaching, teaching, healing and blessing wherever they went.

The gospel of kindness and love of Francis soon spread all over Europe and earned for him the name of St. Francis. People called him the little poor man of Assisi. He lived for ever in the hearts of all men.

St. Francis collected many followers and founded the Order of Mendicant Friars or Franciscans. The members of this Order have to take a vow of poverty, chastity, love and obedience.
St. Francis gave up his mortal coil in 1228.

I would like to dedicate this Friday Five to St Francis of Assisi.

1. Saint Francis experienced a life changing call, has anything in your journey so far challenged you to alter your lifestyle?


Yes. In my twenties, I was a corporate trainer. Not a happy one, but a successful one. Wanted the security of a steady job with a financial services company, and I was good at it. Further, I'd worked my way up from customer service, and was proud of my accomplishments. I'd been a music major in college, but that didn't seem particularly stable, so I gave it up. Not only was I not doing music as a career, I wasn't even making any in a serious way.

So then, a friend of mine took me to see the National Lutheran Choir in concert. I didn't even breathe through the entire first half. I auditioned at the next opportunity, and got in. As I was singing at the choir kickoff retreat the next fall, I had a moment of complete, serene clarity that this was my gift. I actually heard a voice saying "This is for you; go do something with it." (And yeah, I know what they say about auditory hallucinations being a bad sign...) A year later, I entered seminary in the Master's of Sacred Music program.

That was twelve years ago. I know it sounds crazy, but it's true. I make about a third as much money as I would be making if I continued on that track, but I really do feel like I'm set down in the center of my purpose in the world. Vocation is more compelling than security for me, I guess.

2. Francis experienced mocking and persecution, quite often in the comfortable west this is far from our experience. If you have experienced something like this how do you deal with it, if not how does it challenge you to pray for those whose experience is daily persecution?

I guess the closest I get to that is being gay. It was very weird when I was coming out, realizing that there are places in the world where I could be killed for it. That there are people who hate and fear and disapprove of me based upon that one thing--without even knowing me. That was new for me, as a middle-class, white American; by acknowledging that one aspect of myself, much of the privilege I was used to disappeared. I was pretty scared for a while. Then I got tired of being scared, and decided that, if this is who I am, I'm going to live it well.

It changed how I heard a lot of the Bible. All of a sudden, instead of being an observer, I WAS that woman with the hemorrhage. It changed and deepened my faith in a profound way.

And so, I now have a heightened sensitivity to those outside the circle for lots of reasons. I pray and work for change on a large scale, but I'm also more likely to seek out the person on the sidelines and try to bring them in. Because at one point, I needed someone to do that for me.

And it strikes me, as I write this, that my own journey has thus far been exponentially safer than that of many others, for whom I am grateful and hope to honor by continuing to work for peace and justice.

3 .St Francis had female counterpart in St Clare, she was influenced by St Francis sermon and went on to found the Poor Clare's, like the Franciscans they depended on alms this was unheard of for women in that time, but she persisted and gained permission to found the order. How important are role models like St Clare to you? Do you have a particular female role model whose courage and dedication inspires you? If so share their story....

There are so many...but today, I'll talk about Hildegard of Bingen. Amazing woman, whose contributions were sort of trivialized by her trendiness a decade ago. Mystic, visionary, artist, musician, ecclesiastical leader and activist, preacher, healer...a Renaissance woman before the Renaissance actually happened. Integrity, courage, creativity and attentiveness to social justice were the hallmarks of her life. I'm a fan.

Honorable mention to Eleanor Roosevelt, Coretta Scott King, Sojourner Truth, Emily Saliers, Hillary Clinton, and the list goes on and on and on...

Finally, Mary. Yes, THAT Mary. What amazing courage she had--just a kid, dealing directly with God, risking everything and changing the world with a simple "yes."

4. Francis loved nature and animals, how important is an expressed love of the created world to the Christian message today?

It's central. Love of God and love of neighbor absolutely contains reverence of God's creation and stewardship of neighbor's home. Not to mention the need to have somewhere to live ourselves as we carry out this love. Attention must be paid.

One other note...we have much to learn from Creation about authenticity, simplicity, and beauty.

5. On a lighter note; have you ever led a service of blessing for animals, or a pet service, was it a success, did you enjoy it, and would you do it again?

I led music for a couple of them. It was fun (with the exception of the behavior of one dog with dominance issues), and it was meaningful. You can learn a lot about someone when you see them with their pet! It was a new kind of community experience, and I'd absolutely do it again--especially now that I have pups of my own!

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Thanks, Fran.

I saw this at Fran's place. I think it's rather wonderful.

Warmth, depth, reason, honesty, humor

Hello, everyone! It's been a crazy week; I'm fully engaged in All That Is Autumn--rehearsals; church & nonprofit planning/administrative stuff; prepping the homestead for winter; keeping the pups active, healthy & happy; having the happy occasion to invite dear ones to dinner, after a summer of everyone being scattered to the four winds.

So it's been a crazy week, but a good one. I'm feeling chin-deep in love and richness. But things are moving quickly, and I haven't been as present to the blogosphere as I like to be. And so...my friend Ruth sent some loveliness my way last week, and I've been pondering a response, but it's taken me a little while. She sent me an award, which made me grin:


There are a lot of blogs I read, for many different reasons. Blogs I really love have five things in common:
  • Warmth--I want to know the writer a bit, to understand what makes them tick. I want to read people who know themselves but don't wear ego like a big orange hat; who I can imagine chuckling from somewhere behind their kneecaps; with whom I'd love to sit down and have a long chat over a cuppa.
  • Depth--These bloggers turn the prism a bit for me; they ask me to take one more look, and invite me into places I might not have gone. They offer places of rest and reflection and insight and goodwill.
  • Reason--Good sense trumps hyperbole for me; these people are grounded and principled and smart. And as an added bonus, they can write.
  • Honesty--They call 'em as they see 'em. They're not afraid to admit what they don't know. They'll say the tough thing that needs saying, and they swim hard toward reality at all times.
  • Humor--Karl Barth said that "Laughter is the closest thing to the grace of God." These women make me laugh. At myself, often. :-) Snorting, running-to-the-bathroom kind of laughing. What a gift!
So, I'd officially like to thank these people for all those things, and tell them that I love their blogs!
and, of course, though I don't say it as often as I should,
Y'all are a blessing to me, every day. Thank you.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Lighting a candle...

...instead of getting stuck in worry about all the bad stuff in the news that I can't control. I've written about local musician Peter Mayer before, and the wisdom in his lyrics. If you're worried about the news of the last week...or for any reason, really, here's a moment of reverence for you:



When I was a boy, each week
On Sunday, we would go to church
And pay attention to the priest
He would read the holy word
And consecrate the holy bread
And everyone would kneel and bow
Today the only difference is
Everything is holy now
Everything, everything
Everything is holy now

When I was in Sunday school
We would learn about the time
Moses split the sea in two
Jesus made the water wine
And I remember feeling sad
That miracles don’t happen still
But now I can’t keep track
‘Cause everything’s a miracle
Everything, Everything
Everything’s a miracle

Wine from water is not so small
But an even better magic trick
Is that anything is here at all
So the challenging thing becomes
Not to look for miracles
But finding where there isn’t one

When holy water was rare at best
It barely wet my fingertips
But now I have to hold my breath
Like I’m swimming in a sea of it
It used to be a world half there
Heaven’s second rate hand-me-down
But I walk it with a reverent air
‘Cause everything is holy now
Everything, everything
Everything is holy now

Read a questioning child’s face
And say it’s not a testament
That’d be very hard to say
See another new morning come
And say it’s not a sacrament
I tell you that it can’t be done

This morning, outside I stood
And saw a little red-winged bird
Shining like a burning bush
Singing like a scripture verse
It made me want to bow my head
I remember when church let out
How things have changed since then
Everything is holy now
It used to be a world half-there
Heaven’s second rate hand-me-down
But I walk it with a reverent air
‘Cause everything is holy now

Stay grounded, friends. :-)

Friday, September 26, 2008

Thought I had it

The best possible answer to #5 of the Friday Five, that is.

Ladies and gentlemen, this just in from my pal Magdalene:

Friday five: an apple a day...

Singing Owl of the RevGals writes:
Raise your hand if you know that today is Johnny Appleseed Day!

September 26, 1774 was his birthday. "Johnny Appleseed" (John Chapman) is one of America's great legends. He was a nurseryman who started out planting trees in western New York and Pennsylvania, but he was among those who were captivated by the movement west across the continent.

As Johnny traveled west (at that time, the "West" was places like Ohio, Michigan, Indiana, and Illinois) he planted apple trees and sold trees to settlers. With every apple tree that was planted, the legend grew. A devout Christian, he was known to preach during his travels. According to legend, Johny Appleseed led a simple life and wanted little. He rarely accepted money and often donated any money he received to churches or charities. He planted hundreds of orchards, considering it his service to humankind. There is some link between Johny Appleseed and very early Arbor Day celebrations.

So, in honor of this interesting fellow, let's get on with the questions!

1. What is your favorite apple dish? (BIG BONUS points if you share the recipe.)
Simplest recipe in the world. :-) I'd like a honeycrisp apple with some chunky peanut butter on it, please. Mmmmmm.

Incidentally, I work for the university that developed the honeycrisp. This pleases me more than it has a right to, since I don't work for that part of the university. Gratitude's a funny thing.

2. Have you ever planted a tree? If so was there a special reason or occasion you can tell us about?
I've helped to move a tree--an apple tree, even! Our yard was a little crowded, so some friends of ours now have one of the young apple trees in their yard. I think of ministry as a seed-planting exercise, though.

3. Does the idea of roaming around the countryside (preaching or otherwise) appeal to you? Why or why not?
Hmmm...interesting question. Yes, in the sense that it'd be treat to get to know the country better and to meet all those people on what would probably be a musical tour of some kind for me. No, in the sense that home is my favorite place to me, with Beloved and the pups and our big, comfy bed.

I could do it for some period of time, I guess...though I wouldn't want it to be like college choir tour. We sang at Disneyland, for our tour bus driver and a couple of our host "moms." Chamber choir of fourteen, audience of three. But, honestly, who goes to Disneyland to listen to some obscure midwestern choir? We got in for free, though. That part was really fun!

4. Who is a favorite "historical legend" of yours?
David. The psalmist/shepherd/king/dancer/father/warrior/adulterer. He's so colorful and human! And his songbook is pretty good, I have to say. :-)

5. Johnny Appleseed was said to sing to keep up his spirits as he traveled the roads of the west. Do you have a song that comes when you are trying to be cheerful, or is there something else that you often do?



Thursday, September 25, 2008

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

The nature of family

While I'm at it, with the sanctity of marriage business, let's go one step farther:

One of my favorite podcasts is This I Believe, from National Public Radio. I heard one tonight that, well, you just have to hear. I particularly love this statement:

Family is defined
by bonds much deeper than birth,
or skin color,
or genetics.
Like anyone lucky enough to experience "found" love,
I believe that family is defined only
by the heart.

Peace, y'all.

Sentinels of the semicolon, unite!

I'm one of those grammar/spelling/punctuation people. You know the ones. You walk down the street with us, chatting away, everything normal, and suddenly we freak out when we see


Please judge us with compassion. This is a learned behavior, but it's not entirely within our control. I blame my eighth-grade English teacher. She warned us that she'd wreck us for life, that she'd turn us into Those People. We should have listened. We should have thrown those puzzle games and sentence diagrams right back in her face. Curse you, Mrs. VanderVennet!

I wonder if there's a twelve-step group for this. I guess I could consider it progress that I can let my hair down enough to play fast and loose with the occasional em-dash or ellipsis. It could be worse.

In the meantime, happy National Punctuation Day, everyone!

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

The sanctity of marriage

My congregation, like most other ELCA congregations at present, is reviewing the draft of the ELCA Social Statement on Sexuality. We got to the "same-sex relationships" part of the discussion on Sunday morning, and I've been ruminating about it since.

The Statement itself is a well-intentioned document. I really believe that. However, I think they might be trying too hard. It seems like a document that's genuinely trying to be sensitive to both the unity needs of the institution and the pastoral needs of its members. That's commendable, but it doesn't exactly SAY anything cohesive, at least in regard to the same-sex relationship question. Maybe that's where it should be right now; I dunno. Maybe it's a pretty accurate expression of where we are as a Lutheran body. Maybe this document is there primarily to spark conversation.

And I have to say, it did that on Sunday--with help from Wonderful Colleague's deft facilitation. There was a really interesting discussion. More on that in a bit.

Here's my problem: the Statement seems a bit condescending to the GLBT members of the Body of Christ. Sadly, that is only in keeping with the Church's position, even at its most open. It suggests that "all life-giving relationships...may be nurtured," (may?) and yet denies that "marriage" is open to everyone. Some would argue that it's a semantic question as long as there's an option for a Holy Union or something like it, and there's some truth in that: after all, the Church doesn't define the nature of my relationship with Beloved--she and I and God do that. In that light, the name of it doesn't really matter. However, the single substantive difference between my marriage and the straight marriages I've been privileged to witness among my family and friends is just this: anatomy. And so, to suggest that my marriage should be called something else rings hollow for me, because, in my mind, it is defined by its substance, not its outward appearance. I am married.

My marriage demands that I keep on trying to live with humility, integrity and generosity, with humor and with grace. It opens me to the presence of this beautiful, mysterious Other, lifting me out of myself and challenging me to grow into relationship with her and with God, every single day of my life. Beloved is my companion, my teacher, my friend, my love. Sex is one expression of that love, but my no means is it the only--or even the most important--expression.

And so, to define my relationship by something other than its central focus--well, to me that's a distortion of the relationship (and one that renders me other, to boot). That distortion then continues to warp the Church's conversation about the nature of the relationship. Circular problem, no?

My marriage asks me to be a follower of Christ in a deeper way than any other relationship of my life. Isn't that a concern of the Church? Shouldn't that be the focus of the Church's interest in that relationship?

Some people believe that GLBT types should try to follow the same path as our straight sisters and brothers: no sex outside of marriage, and marriage only to an opposite-sex partner. And I support the spirit of that demand, but there are two problems with it:
  • I believe, like Luther, that chastity is a charism, a gift, given to everyone for some period of time, and to a few for their whole lives. It's a tough place to live permanently, and not everyone is equipped for it. The consequences for those who are damaged by the unrealistic expectation of permanent chastity are often shattering--sometimes in the form of inappropriate sexual contact, of which examples abound; sometimes in the form of crippling loneliness. Some people do live it out well, and it's a commitment that demands just as much from a person as marriage does. However:
  • I believe that I am called to be a married person. I cannot, in good conscience, make that sacred commitment to a man, because I know that I can't offer my whole self to that commitment. Thus, the marriage would be over before it began. If I am to be the person I'm called to be, I must honor that commitment with everything I am. That can't happen with a man. I won't live a lie at his expense, in order to "save" myself, now that I understand what my makeup is. That would be dishonest and cowardly of me, at this stage of my life. Besides which, it usually doesn't work. Many of my friends have tried this avenue (with both good and fearful intentions), and a part of that result has been suffering for all concerned. I have at least a dozen friends who, trying to be their best Christian selves by conforming to what they thought God (and everyone else) wanted from them, got married...and eventually divorced. They discovered that there was pain and loneliness where there should have been communion, through the fault of neither party. Please understand that I'm not intending to imply that there wasn't value in those relationships, but I know that it's not where I'm called to be. It's just not in keeping with my understanding of the abundant love of God.
As a guy once said, after having wrestled with God, sin, heresy and Church doctrine...and having staked his own soul on his conviction:

Here I stand; I can do no other. God help me.

There must be a provision made for GLBT people to live in committed relationships. In the short term, if it saves the "unity" of the church (on the most superficial of levels), I can live with a term like "holy union," and with a "local option" as a first step. But in the end, it's a sweet-sounding avoidance of the truth of the matter, and so we'll be condemned to keep coming back to this tiresome discussion until we finally get it right--because, as Martin Luther King, Jr. said,

The arc of the moral universe is long, but it's bent toward justice.

One gracious, struggling, straight member of the Body expressed on Sunday that, while she loves her gay friends and has actively advocated on their behalf within the legal system for non-discrimination concerns, she also struggles with the placement of God's line in the sand beyond which our behavior must not stray. She's trying to balance the demands of the Law with the demands of Love, and it's confusing. I have great respect for her wrestling with this very important question. It's one we all share, if we're honest about it. At the end of the day, she wants to know that God does expect something of us, after all.

So do I. And I want my Church to expect something of me, as well. I want my Church to ask me to be Christ's follower with as much honesty, integrity, and grace as I can. And so, I want my Church to ask the same thing of me that it asks of my straight sisters and brothers: be honest about who you are, be chaste until marriage, and then live out your marriage commitment as fully and lovingly as you are able.

THAT'S the kind of pastoral care that I need, as a lesbian. Not "special" rights. Not a pat on the shoulder signifying that my Church wants to love me but can't quite manage it because unity must be maintained as a higher value. I dream of a Church with the courage to truly ask ALL of us to be our best, fullest, bravest Christian selves for the sake of the Gospel...which is not necessarily synonymous with the safety and comfort of the institutional Church.

Monday, September 22, 2008

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Repentance

Linus has a habit that I'd like to help him correct. It bugs me. It interrupts my sleep regularly. The four of us (Beloved, me, Linus & Lucy) sleep in a queen-sized bed. For a long time, they slept in a kennel next to the bed, but they sleep longer if they're with us, and besides--what's sweeter than a just-waking-up puppy, first thing in the morning?

Except.

For the last week or so, Linus has not been willing to go to bed when we do. We've had a schedule change during the week, and he's not used to it yet. So we're running the pups around in the evening to tire 'em out, and we've commanded him to "lay down" (which he's just learning) and to "stay," (which he knows how to do). To no avail. He jumps off the bed and goes to sleep on the floor.

Which means that, sometime in the wee hours, he realizes that he's away from his pack, and starts popping up around the edges of the bed like a prairie dog.

Can I come up? I'm lonely!

Which means that one of us has to get up and help him onto our very tall bed, where he contentedly sleeps the rest of the night. I don't go back to sleep as quickly as he does.

I was sort of grumping around the house this morning when it hit me: he's ME. And luckily for me, God manages more grace in this situation than I do. I always get warmly welcomed back when I assert my independence like a 7-month-old puppy.

Not the first time Linus has taught me something! I'm going to shoot for "gracious" tonight. :-)

Friday, September 19, 2008

Friday five: fall back

This one's from Songbird, of the RevGals!

It's that time of year, at least north of the equator. The windows are still open, but the darned furnace comes on early in the morning. My husband went out for a walk after an early supper and came home in full darkness. And yes, where we live, leaves are beginning to turn. As this vivid season begins, tell us five favorite things about fall:


1) A fragrance

Oh, I am going to be SUCH a string of cliches today. Gotta go with fallen leaves as my favorite–the way the woods smell when you're soaking up the last sun of the season on a Saturday afternoon hike.

2) A color
Orange! I like the way the visual warmth of the season sets off the cool tang in the air just perfectly.

3) An item of clothing
My favorite Saturday of the year is the one that calls for a cozy hooded sweatshirt, worn jeans and 'Stocks-n-socks. (But it's got to be really NICE socks, preferably Smartwools or something similar--NO SWEAT SOCKS!!)

4) An activity
Beloved and I usually spend a day at the orchard/winery not far from here, but just far enough to do some leaf-peeping on the way, followed by homemade applesauce that we cook up. Well, really, SHE cooks up. This year, I'm looking forward to watching the pups play in piles of leaves!

5) A special day
Our wedding anniversary is in October. Best day of my life! Lots of love, friendship, music, great worship service...and at the end of it, I came home with a pretty terrific wife. Here's one of our engagement photos, which has a distinctly autumnal cast. :-)



P.S. Here's a shout-out to Wonderful Colleague on his birthday. Many blessings on yer head, WC!