Friday, April 15, 2016

What Do They See?


This poem was written for my Public Ministry class, Spring 2016.  It's a faith-rooted response to a public issue in the News.  The photos are screenshots from CNN.com and the images of the children are what prompted me to respond.  

What Do They See?

What do they see, these children of three, as they travel on through busy streets? 
The carnage, the bodies, the panic, despair - just a few of the troubles they meet.

What do they see, these children so young, as they hear yet another bomb blow? 
A bus overturned, another life lost, the embers of doom still aglow.

What do they see, these children of youth, as they press up their noses to glass?
  
More guards with more guns and more fights to be won when they really should just be in class.

What do they see, these children alone, who head into days of unease?

An absence of doctors and nurses to care for their latest and painful disease.

What do they see, these children so brave, who head down the road on their carts?

A path of destruction, with no safety measures, and scenes that could only break hearts.





What...COULD they see, these children of three, as they travel on through busy streets? 
A hustle and bustle of workers and people and friendly, new faces to meet.

What COULD they see, these children so young, as they hear yet another bomb blow? 
That thankfully, only a car’s muffler rumbling, as sputtering past it does go.

What COULD they see, these children of youth, as they press up their noses to glass? 
The wonder of creatures, with colorful features, as they swim and they amble on past.

What COULD they see, these children alone, who head into days of unease? 
The arms of adults, who will love them through faults, and embrace them with love and a squeeze.

What COULD they see, these children so brave, who head down the road on their cart? 
A road filled with movement and motion and memories, adventure inside their dear hearts.



Creator God, we entrust the live of these children to your Almighty care. They are children of the earth, children of our time...YOUR children. Protect them, shepherd them, guide them, and love them so that
they may grow into the beautiful beings they were meant to become. In your Holy name we pray, Amen.

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Jesus UP, Seminarian DOWN

The Dawn of  Maundy Thursday 2016

“Let me give you a new command: Love one another. 

In the same way I loved you, you love one another."  John 13:34

Candles were lit, prayers were said, a meal was shared,
hymns were sung, and feet were washed.   
A peaceful day in El Sobrante, CA.

 "This is how everyone will recognize that you 
are my disciples—when they see the 

love you have for each other.”   John 13:35

 Aunt Audrey sent me a photo she came across from 1982.
I was 3 and a half and Brad was about 6 months.  Aww...

The Friday we Call Good 2016

He himself bore our sins in his body on the cross, 
so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; 

“by his wounds you have been healed.”  1 Peter 2:24

Quiet.  Sleepy.  Just like her Mama. 

 Took a five minute break to hold this little man.

 Honestly.  I could peer into those eyes all day!

 And those giggles!  What a sound!

(Apparently wore him out with giggles!)

The Vigil of Easter, Holy Saturday 2016


O God, who wonderfully created, and yet more wonderfully restored, the dignity of human nature: Grant that we may share the divine life of him who humbled himself to share our humanity, your Son Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

 The light of Christ.  Thanks be to God

 


 We gathered around the bonfire to light the holy flame.

 Each member held a flame from the Pascal candle.

The worship space is prepared for morning in California....

 
....and in Colorado!

HE IS RISEN!  HE IS RISEN INDEED!
ALLELUIA!!

Comparing their Easter dresses.  Too cute!

 And the dapper gentlemen!

Lizzie, my worship partner during the late service.  
What a sweetheart!

 "Is my mouth clean?"

"I have eaten my fill."

"DONUT! I've eaten more than Homer!"

"I wanted to pour the maple syrup directly into
 my mouth but they wouldn't let me do that."
Direct quote.

 Hannah!  Little stinker.  She is SUCH a hoot.

No seriously.  Look at that face!  Sweet PEA!

Her brother, Simeon, our newest, little acolyte. 

 Easter Egg Hunt.  Not TOO terribly difficult...

 Geneva!  One of my first and deepest supporters at Hope!

And then.....it was indeed finished.

I can't tell you how impactful it was to be a clergy person IN a collar during the worship services of Holy Week.  Many of my colleagues reject the collar, saying it does nothing but draw lines between people.  

I have to disagree - wearing the collar does a bunch of things for me:  it signifies that I am outwardly willing to talk, discuss, and proclaim God in any and all ways.  It also serves as a physical reminder to me of my responsibility to neighbor.  Just when I get comfortable, this semi-restraint around my neck literally snaps me back into action.  

Two hours later, my body was relaxed, my spirit was calm,
and the joy of the week had washed over me.  

He is Risen!  He is Risen, indeed!
ALLELUIA!