Thursday, March 31, 2011

Where I'm going

This is the parsonage where I will be living.  I'll have azaleas and everything!

This is the church building, with classroom space and a fellowship hall in the back.

This is the inside of the Family Activity Center, where we can play basketball or volleyball.  It can also be utilized as a larger fellowship hall.

The actual town of Glenmora has 1558 people according to the 2000 census.  Quite a change from living in Atlanta with a population around 5 million.  There will be some pleasant differences though, as I am not anticipating ever having to pay to park or ever getting stuck in traffic jams.  There also won't be trucks loudly loading cargo in the wee hours of the morning right outside my window (at least I hope there aren't).  Here's to country living!  

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Who is Theodore of Mopsuestia?

If you know without me telling you, then I want for you to slowly put down the textbook on church history and slowly back away from the computer.  For those of you who haven't spent the past several years in a theology library cubicle Theodore of Mopsuestia was, not surprisingly, the bishop of Mopsuestia from 392 to 428 AD.  
Now that you know who Theodore is, you are probably wondering why I have brought him up.
In one of his Catechetical Homilies (also known as sermons of instruction on Christian doctrine), Theodore states that:
"It belonged to our Lord to confer the Spirit, whom he conferred now upon us in baptism as the firstfruits of the future benefits, which he will confer upon us in their entirety at the time of the resurrection."
At the heart of Theodore's statement is a very simple truth, one that often gets obscured as we go to war in our churches over what the Holy Spirit is and what it is not.  When we move from one place to another, it is a fairly common occurrence for people to exchange meaningful objects as a way of remembering each other.  Just a few days ago, I received a very artfully laid out poster and tri-board from the youth group I used to work with.  The point of both was to capture some of the most memorable moments of our time together, while also taking as many opportunities to make fun of me as possible.  I love it.  I love it because every time I look at it, I will be reminded not only of those memories, but of the fact that there is a group of teenagers in Atlanta that I care deeply about.  In a similar way, the Holy Spirit has been give by Jesus as a palpable sign of God's presence in our midst.  As we engage the world that surrounds us, it is easy to get the feeling that there is much more to be done than can be accomplished by even the most dedicated of disciples, and that feeling is justified.  I know that it's justified because in His infinite wisdom, Christ did not leave us to perform the task of reconciliation and recreation alone.  He left us the Holy Spirit, referring to it as the paraclete, and thus giving us some insight into his reasons for leaving us the Spirit in the first place.  While the name Holy Spirit goes a long way in telling us that that of which we speak is both sacred and eternal, the word paraclete is far more concerned with functionality.  It's hard to use one word to describe what paraclete means, but its generally agreed that it is some combination of helper, comforter, and advocate.  The interesting thing about this is there are words that denote action.  Help, comfort, advocate.  There is a reason why Jesus left the Holy Spirit behind to lead us in our journey of faith: He knew we needed help, and beyond that, He knew there would be times when despite their past experiences, the disciples would begin to doubt whether He ever really existed.  Years from now I will be able to take out my poster and tri-board and know that the group of teens I worked with Atlanta was more than just a figment of my imagination.  Similarly, almost 2,000 years after His resurrection the Holy Spirit testifies to us that Jesus is more than a well-written character in some fictional drama.  He was, is, and forever shall be real, because the gift that He gave us in the paraclete remains with us to this day, helping us, comforting us, serving as an advocate for us with the Father.  
In an effort to come full circle, Theodore's point is that just as baptism is the beginning of our Christian walk, so is the Holy Spirit just the beginning of God's work in our world today.  Just as our baptism symbolizes the literal resurrection that we expect to one day experience, so the Holy Spirit serves to help us envision a world where God's kingdom will be made manifest among all creation; a world where love, peace, and justice have become universal norms rather than unrealized dreams.

Monday, March 28, 2011

And so it begins...

Once I knew that I would be starting my ministry career- or more specifically my "professional" ministry career- in Louisiana, I began thinking that it might be cool to chronicle the journey.  After several people suggested the idea to me in various contexts, without any prompting on my part, I decided that perhaps it was worth doing.   I expect that this will be an easy way of both keeping friends and family updated on my new life in Glenmora, while also recording my impressions and thoughts along the way.  Who knows what I will think in five years when I look back on this (assuming that I have been faithful in posting regularly), but I would argue that the change in my own self that I will observe from some vantage point in the distance is reason enough for the undertaking.  Now about the name...  
I spent some time struggling for a unique, clever, and if possible theologically insightful name to use for the blog.   In the end I gave up on the enterprise as futile right before the name came to me, or rather was read to me, during my going away party at church.  In the midst of people's comments, and my losing battle to fight back tears, a man who has taught me a tremendous deal about ministry took the microphone and read the call narrative of the prophet Jeremiah.   He read the words as both an affirmation of my call to ministry, as well as a challenge to be a prophetic voice in the world.  A few words struck me as particularly poignant because of the way they seemed to speak to my exact situation.  After the Lord tells Jeremiah that he has been appointed as a prophet to the nations, Jeremiah responds by saying "Ah, Lord God!  Behold, I do not know how to speak, for I am only a youth."  The Lord's response comes back in the imperative: "Do not say 'I am only a youth'; for to all to whom I send you, you shall go, and whatever I command you, you shall speak.  Do not be afraid of them, for I am with you to deliver you, declares the Lord." 
I think that if the story ended there that would be enough.  But it didn't, for the Lord did more than simply speak reassuring words to Jeremiah.  In an act that is example parts compassion and commissioning, the Lord puts out His hand and touches Jeremiah's mouth saying:
"Behold, I have put my words in your mouth. 
See, I have set you this day over nations and over kingdoms,
to pluck up and to break down,
to destroy and to overthrow,
to build and to plant."
Now that's an ambitious agenda!  Plucking up and breaking down, destroying and overthrowing,  building and planting...  If it were Jeremiah, or in this instance myself, that was responsible for all the actions we find in Jeremiah's call narrative, then the agenda would be over-the-top to say the least.  And yet, thanks be to God, I am not the one responsible for this radical, world-changing to-do list.  It's the Lord.  It's the Lord who places Jeremiah in the position of prophet, and more importantly it's the Lord's words that do all the acting.  What an awesome reminder for me as I begin my career as a minister in Christ's church.  If the words and the actions ever become mine, then my mission is doomed to failure.  BUT, if I allow myself to simply be a conduit for the spreading of God's redemptive message, then the possibilities become endless. While I have no doubt that of my own accord I can create words that pluck up and break down, that destroy and overthrow, am I also equally aware of my own inability to build or plant with words of my own creation.  And thus, the reason for my awkwardly titled blog.  The words of Jeremiah's call narrative have become my prayer and earnest desire as I begin a life in ministry.  "May the Lord continually put His words in my mouth..."