St. Luke's on 5th
2009-06-21 by Laurie Clark

Dear Bloggers -

My name is Rev. Laurie Lynn Clark. I serve as a United Methodist pastor at St. Luke's on 5th in Columbus, OH. St. Luke's is a unique congregation. It is young - only 55 years in existence. It's a blessing to still have some orginial members with us. For the last 30 years, St. Luke's has intentionally welcomed people with disabilities. This ministry wasn't planned. It just happened, a gift from God. Now, on any Sunday, a quarter of our worshipping congregation are people with disabilities often accompanied by their care givers. At St. Luke's, we are truly one body, everyone joining everyone else in worshipping God and sharing in ministry. People (with disabilities) are full members, attend Sunday School, serve alongside everyone else, and participate in worship each week as acolytes and Communion stewards. Together, we are limping and leaping towards wholeness, seeking God's presence in our midst.

It is from the context of a congregation that I will blog this week on the gospel lesson, Mark 5:21-43. I look forward to entering into this holy conversation together.

 

Peace of the Living Christ to you,

Laurie Clark





Thanks and Job
2009-06-19 by David von Schlichten

Thank you to guest blogger Roger Gustafson for his wise, insightful posts. Scroll down to splash around in them.

I will preach on Job this Sunday. I will provide an overview of the book, emphasizing the book's message that there is no tidy correlation between a person's moral behavior and suffering. Suffering is not a punishment. I will go on to proclaim that, while God may not explain to us why we are suffering, God does help us deal with the suffering. I'll post my sermon tomorrow (Saturday).

We just had a terrible storm the other day. I don't know why we had it, but I do know that Christ is with us in the boat.

Yours in Christ,

David von Schlichten, Lectionary Blog Moderator





Living in the Presence
2009-06-18 by Roger Gustafson

Good Lord, the disciples are more afraid of Jesus than they were of the storm, and he just saved them from it!  Before, they were afraid for their lives; now, it’s almost as if they’re afraid of their lives: If we’ve thrown in our lot with this One who just turned out to be completely beyond our experience and expectation, what’s in store for us when we reach land?  This part of the service was definitely not in the bulletin.

 

But great awe can turn into great appreciation, and that can turn into courage.  It might take time, as it did for the disciples, but it happens.

 

Enough about boats.  I love road trips on a motorcycle.  The planning, the anticipating, the packing, checking over the bike – it’s all part of an exhilarating experience in which I quickly remember how elemental life really is. 

 

Most of the time, I am guarded and sometimes guided by insulators.  I delegate and assign and manage.  At work I have a storehouse of resources, including an imaginative co-pastor to consult in the event of a creativity drought and an administrative assistant to protect me from the peddlers of the latest sure-fire, shrink-wrapped evangelism program.  At home I have caller-ID to alert me to the deputy sheriff’s association pledge-takers.  I live with insulators, shields.

 

Not so on a motorcycle.  The greatest value of a road trip is the fact that the road doesn’t care.  Forget to pack an essential, the road doesn’t care.  Forget to tighten something, neglect to fill up at the gas station you just passed as the needle on the gauge began to tip toward “E,” break the front zipper on the leather jacket as you’re about to head into the Rockies in late October, the road doesn’t care.  Deal with it.  There’s no one to call for suggestions, no one to delegate the solutions to, no resources to call upon.  Except yourself.

 

It’s amazing how quickly I’m able to identify my insulators once I’m stripped of them, how refreshing it is to be glad of their absence.  How curious and ironic, then, that it is at precisely the times that I’m engaged with the immediacy of life – dealing with it by my wits – that I have an overwhelming sense of and appreciation for the immediacy of the presence of the Almighty.  Ah, so this is what “filled with great awe” feels like! 

 

This God-awareness doesn’t ease the pain that comes from skidding and falling on wet pavement or laying the bike down in the middle of an intersection in order to avoid being hit by someone running a red light (we’re still responsible, and sometimes we pick up the tab for others’ bad judgment), but it does encapsulate the entire ride in bright and grace-filled promise.  It also reminds me that my life is not primarily about me but about the astonishing God who has entrusted it to me; and it sharpens my desire to use the resources that God has implanted in me, to use myself fully.

 

 “Teacher, do you not care … ?”  Yes, he does.  But his always-ready caring is not a replacement for our own.  It’s the gracious box in which we deal with the chaos that life occasionally brings our way.  It’s the Teacher’s caring that shapes us for the future.





Double-Shock
2009-06-17 by Stephen Schuette

Turn left and it’s the power of the storm; turn right and it’s the power of Jesus over wind and wave.  Either way these disciples have eyes popping and mouths a-gape.

What they wanted, perhaps, was for Jesus to put them back in control of a situation that had grown out of their control.  At least that’s what I want in a crisis.  I don’t want everything to change; I don’t want the world to shift radically; I just want the specific need addressed, thank you very much.  But please don’t upset the whole order of the universe as I know it for that is fraught with a whole new set of anxieties.

And perhaps that’s why there’s a delay before rousing Jesus.  They’re not just waiting for the storm to take them but are bailing, turning, straining on the oars – everything within their means.  They’ve thrown their efforts at order against the chaos and the chaos is winning in spite of their efforts.  So their final appeal to Jesus is a cry of exhausted resignation.  They’ve done everything, except trust, which according to Kierkegaard and others does nothing to speak to their need of control over the natural forces of the world.  Instead they run into another force beyond their control and now must take God seriously.

Could that be the point of the story?  Look at the order.  In vs. 40 Jesus’ question isn’t “Why were your afraid?” but “Why are you afraid?”  Then in vs. 41 the words tumble over themselves:  “They were overwhelmed (like being swamped?) with awesome awe."  But this is after the storm is calmed

This narrative cracks the world open in a way that has nothing to do with peace and calm.  It’s interesting that John places a similar swamped boat story at the end of his Gospel with the risen Christ, only there the boat is not swamped with water but an abundance of fish.  Either way, it’s quite a boat ride!





Time to bail
2009-06-17 by Roger Gustafson

Of course Jesus is asleep.  What, he should worry?  What the disciples experience as the threat that is likely to end their lives is the same old λαλαψ (“whirlwind”) out of which God spoke to Job.  We know this; they don’t.  So they wake him up.  According to artists’ renderings, they are wide-eyed and terrified, their mouths open in a shout.  According to Mark, they simply say: Teacher, do you not care that we are dying?  Either way, it isn’t a request for information; it’s a declaration of desperation in the face of disaster. 

 

But we too have questions.  The Greek indicates that the waves were beating into the boat and that the boat wasn’t simply taking on water, but that it “was already full.”  So why did they wait so long to call on Jesus?  What had they been doing, bailing or waiting? 

 

What is it about our appropriation of faith that renders some of us helpless (“Teacher, do you not care … ?”) and some of us lion-hearted (“I can do all things through him who strengthens me.” Phil 4:13)?  Had the disciples’ journey with Jesus simply sapped them of their initiative, of confidence in their own resources?  After all, some of them were veteran fishermen; the Sea of Galilee was their office, so storms were nothing new; this one was no surprise, probably nothing they hadn’t encountered before.  But this one was new; it was first storm they encountered in the company of Jesus, the miracle worker, the healer, the great teacher – the One to whom they had taken a backseat.  Perhaps they had gotten too comfortable back there.

 

We often lament our tendency to domesticate God and so turn away from God’s redemptive power in our lives; it’s also possible to domesticate ourselves in the face of faith in God’s power and so turn away from our own “created co-creator” power.  There is a downside to a pure “let go and let God” surrender ethic.





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