To Be a Spider Plant

Ministry is a rewarding career.  I can’t imagine anything more wonderful than being able to share the good news of Jesus Christ in a variety of ways.  However, there aren’t very many concrete measuring tools.  The kind of success that I generally value is not related to numbers but more about the spiritual growth that goes on inside of a person. It is hard to hold that up to a yardstick.  That’s when I look at my spider plants.   

When I moved in to my office at Trinity, formerly occupied by Pastor Sam Hamilton-Poore,  I inherited a spider plant.  I remember meeting with Pastor Sam before I started and making a joke about the poor plant.  It was laying sideways in a pot with very little dirt.  He said he would leave it for me as a gift.  Within the first month of starting at Trinity I took the plant home, re-potted it, and put it outside in the spring sunshine to see if it would survive.  By the end of the summer, I was overwhelmed with spider plant “babies” hanging off the plant.  I cut and potted a few and returned the original to my church office.  Since that time, they have multiplied with so many new spider plants that I haven’t known what to do with them or where they have all gone.  My college age kids have them in their apartments and dorms.  I put them in with my annuals flowers outside at home and at our businesses.  They adorn the front entry of the cafe downtown.  I have given them away to friends and strangers who then have given them to others.  As I started to move my plants inside for the winter this year, I potted numerous spider plant babies to give to the youth to sell at the Scandinavian Bazaar.  One forlorn little spider plant at Trinity has given birth to countless other plants that have gone all over our community and beyond in the last 5 years.


When Jesus talked about discipleship, he used familiar images from his environment:  vines and branches, sower and soils, mustards seeds and trees.  I wonder if Jesus lived in north Iowa today, he would say, "You are spider plants."  We are to send out shoots of growth, creating new plants.  These plants then find their own soil where they can grow and create more new plants, eventually to the point that no one is sure where they all came from or where they all have gone.   


Sometimes, I like to think about the ministry at Trinity as trying to live up to my spider plant.  In the last five years, it is my hope that some words and actions of comfort, hope and challenge have reproduced in others.  And it is my belief that shoots of spiritual growth from Trinity have made an impact all over our community and beyond.


(For those of you wondering... After a 3 week silence of returning to regular ministry responsibilities and evaluating some responses to this blog, I have decided to continue writing.  Because of other time commitments, the entries may not be as often as they were during my sabbatical but will evolve as my life experiences reveal God to me in fresh ways each day.)

A Perfect Autumn Day

What a great day!  Thirty six friends from Trinity made the journey from Mason City to Iowa Falls to board the Scenic City Empress Boat for lunch and a cruise along the Iowa River.  The weather was lovely, the food was delicious, and the fellowship was wonderful.

As I sat on top of the boat watching the vista of colors, experiencing the gentle flow of water, and reflecting on the beauty of creation, the words from Isaiah 55: 12 seemed to be exemplified before me.

For you shall go out in joy,

and be led back in peace

the mountains and hills before you

shall burst into song,

and all the trees of the field

shall clap their hands.

I hope your autumn days are filled with God's blessings and thank you to those who shared this one with me.

All Behavior Has Meaning

      It is said,  “All behavior has meaning.”  I’m not exactly sure if I completely believe it but I do think behavior sometimes reveals more about who we are as people than we realize.  Every once in a while, I have fun analyzing what I am doing(or what I forget to do) and what it reveals about my psycho/spiritual self.

      I slipped back in to church on Friday to go through some mail and get re-oriented to what has been happening.  I started to resume my usual "pre-sabbatical" morning routine but immediately experienced a difference.  Noah is driving himself to school. (Motorists beware of a rusty blue pickup J)  For the first time in 17 years, I don’t have anyone to drop off or pick up from school.  What will I do with all my extra time?  Instead, I went to my favorite coffee shop, (you might know which one) and filled my to-go mug.  They brew Hazelnut on Tuesdays and Fridays so those are always good days.  I wore jeans and a sweatshirt to church so no one would take me too seriously.  I pulled in to the parking lot but in spite of my routine, I discovered that I had left my calendar at home.  Oops.   I carefully packed my bag the night before, like a kid going to the first day of school, but left it in the kitchen.  Yes, all behavior has meaning.  I guess I am ready to be back at church by the end of this week but maybe not for the calendar of activities and commitment to a schedule.  In fact, I haven’t worn a watch for two months and I actually misplaced my calendar for over a month during my sabbatical.  You don't have to be Freud to figure that one out.

     On a completely different note, however, I arrived at church only to discover a whole other way that all behavior has meaning.  Extraordinary things have been happening with many extra-ordinary behaviors by our church members.  What was the spark of the Holy Spirit moving in one person’s life to do something of incredibly generous proportion for the church, has been fanned in to a “wild fire blaze” of activity since I have been gone.  Kitchen renovation, demolition of the old parsonage, new carpeting, stained glass repair are part of what appears to be contagious generosity, excitement, and caring .   Benevolence has abounded through time, talents, and unexpected charitable gifts.  All behavior has meaning and the meaning of Jesus' gospel teachings have truly found expression in multiple kinds of behaviors in the last two months at church.  I am humbled to minister to, with, and ministered by such a wonderful group of committed servants of God.

      And so I was led from my external parking lot self examination of what I forgot to do, to an internal soul searching of what I ought to do.  If all behavior has meaning, and the church is filled with good stewards and disciples, then what am I to learn from their examples?    How do I prioritize what is meaningful in my life.  Do my actions reflect the hierarchy of importance?  What does my charitable giving, or lack there of, demonstrate about who I really am as person? And through it all, thanks be to God for the meaningful behavior of so many people.  

This I Know

       On the road in small town America, I drove by a sign in front of someone’s house that said, “Jesus hates __”.  What was filled in the blank doesn’t matter.  Obviously,  the author was trying to make a comment on a current event and making sure that everyone knew that God had taken sides.  

I wonder what it takes to possess the kind of authority that can decide the mind of Jesus.  In this world of tension and conflicting opinions on a wide variety of topics, it seems some people are quite confident of the  truth.   However, especially when it came to making judgments,  it seems to me that Jesus generally took the opposite side of what people expected.  

Aside from the thinking process of the person putting such a sign in the front lawn, it still raises a perplexing question.  Does Jesus hate?  If Jesus was fully divine, fully human, wouldn’t he also have the full range of emotions that we have?  To love so intensely, so sacrificially, would he also have the flip side of the passions and also hate intently?   

        The idea of Jesus hating bothers me.  I prefer to picture a smiling Jesus with children on his lap.  Or Jesus is the Good shepherd gently guiding a flock of sheep.  I don’t generally spend much time thinking about how Jesus felt about the wolves.    But Jesus did throw the money changers out of the temple and was often short tempered with the Pharisees and even the disciples from time to time.  It seems obvious that Jesus got angry but that is different from hate.  What about the saying, “hate the sin, love the sinner?”  Did we get that differentiation from Jesus?  Is that what Jesus hates?  Is it sin that Jesus hates, or maybe anything that separates us from God’s love?  Sometimes I think out of our desire to see the loving side of Jesus we minimize the importance of justice and obedience.  Does Jesus hate injustice and disobedience?  Where is mercy in the midst of those things that are contrary to the will of God? 

Does Jesus hate?  What does Jesus hate?  I don’t know.  But thankfully,  Jesus loves me, this I know, for the Bible tells me so.

Who are your Eleven?

“The real meaning of life is not a journey question or an arrival question.  It’s a relationship question.  Your journey and your destination are both important, but neither is possible without an answer to this prior question:  Who are you taking with you on the journey toward your destination?”  

In the book, 11, by Leonard Sweet,  he proposes that for optimum personal health we need 11 different companions for life’s journey.  Drawing from qualities of 11 Biblical characters, he encourages the reader to participate in relationships that reflect different aspects of these Biblical figures.  Do you have a true friend, an encourager and a Yoda in your life - a Jonathan, Barnabas, and Paul?  Do you have a butt-kicker, an editor, a reject in your life - a Jethro, Nathan, and Zacchaeus?    As we take note and honor them for their differences, we grow as a person.

In contrast, I think many of us tend to gravitate toward friendships with people who are like-minded or share common interests - people who make us feel comfortable.  Likewise, we may not consider the need to be a different kind of friend to others.  Yet, when we engage in authentic relationships, we participate in something that is far greater than than our own ability to affect another person.  We are  participating in the fabric that unites us all as God's creation.  Sweet challenges us to consider naming and nurturing relationships with very different sorts of people.  “in a world beset by chance and change, your 11 need to be as diverse as you can make and take them, with varied experiences, attitudes, politics, even theologies.  Your 11 are people to help you be creative, not merely to help you implement your creativity... You aren’t strongest when alone; you’re strongest when together...The most important thing is not to try to go it alone.”

It has been interesting to contemplate the attributes of people and consider attending to certain relationships differently because of the roles people play in my life or I might play in theirs.  Further, a goal for my sabbatical has been to consider what would make an interesting series of meditations for the communion services that I lead each month in a variety of facilities.  I am looking forward to exploring with some of our senior adults the “11” in their lives.

It takes a lifetime

When does life get less complicated? Just when I think I have made peace with the fact that life never does, I sense the urging to go in search again.  It seems to me that each phase of life, each job, each season has its own unique complications but we are never free from them.  It takes a lifetime.

I am sometimes tempted with a mature eye to look at my children and think their lives are not as complex as mine, but it is not true. School and college days are filled not only with academic pressures but all the social/personal dynamics of young hearts, minds, and bodies.  Retirement would seem to be a dream but they, too, are some of the busiest people I know.  There are many decisions, with a lifetime of influences to take in to consideration, in the later transitional stages of life.  Somewhere, somehow, in between we juggle work, home, family and personal life with varying degrees of time and additional factors.  It is tempting at times to seek a new venue, thinking that it will ease the complications, but it is usually only temporary.  

And so when do we arrive at that time when life is less complicated?  As long as we keep looking at the externals, I’m not sure that we ever will.  For all my searching, I really believe leading a less complex life is not about what we do but more about who we are in the midst of it.  It is the unrest within that is more wearing than the actual activities.   Jesus says “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.  Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart and you will find rest for your souls.  For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” (Matthew 11:28-30) Rather than focusing on the exchange of one“yoke” for a better "yoke,"  or deciding the different weights of each burden, I am more impressed by what we are to learn from Jesus - “for I am gentle and humble in heart.”  To be gentle and humble in the midst of whatever phase, job, or season we find ourselves in seems to be the key for a restful soul in spite of life’s complications.  

I went to the funeral of my mother’s best friend last week.   She epitomized gentle and humble in heart throughout her life.  She also served in World War II, was a full time nurse ‘til past retirement age, raised 9 children, struggled financially, a widow for 30 years, lost 2 children and a grandson, had countless surgeries, and lived with chronic pain.   Tell me her life wasn’t complicated!  Yet, knowing the externals, I never once got that sense from her.  

Learning to face complexities with a gentle, humble heart - it takes a lifetime.

Garden Harvest

Fall is my favorite time of year.  Pops of color are peaking out in the underbrush and the trees of northern Minnesota.  Sheets and blankets cover gardens through the night.    There is nothing that fills my soul like the wonder of nature.  The changes always remind me that “for everything there is a season and a time for every matter under heaven.”  Today, also, would be my dad’s 99th birthday if he were still alive.  It is the bookend to my time of contemplating of grief and a fitting day to consider the wonders of God, the great gardener.

I have read a couple of books in the last month that  have used seasons of nature as metaphors for spiritual growth and aging.  Rather than seeing seasons in life as chronological, (childhood - teens = spring, young - mid adult = summer, middle age - elderly = autumn, frail elderly = winter)  -  the spiritual seasons of our inner lives are more intertwined and know no time frame.  There are dry spells and barrenness but there are also times of fresh springs and fertile growth.  They can occur at any age. 

Authors, Rachel Callahan and Rea McDonnell, in the book, Harvest Us Home, elaborate on age 50 and beyond as a “season of Jubilee.”  In the biblical tradition, the hallowed fiftieth year was a time when Israel was to set captives free, return to one’s homeland, recover and reclaim one’s roots and family. It was also a time when the land was to lay fallow, to rest. ( Leviticus 25) The “jubilee season” of 50 and beyond is not a time when we are unproductive but that the focus is not on what we can do but on what God, the good gardener, has done and will do in our lives.  It is a season to be more focused on tending - tending by God and tending ourselves.  

“As we age, we may experience not only the comfort of the gentle rains and breezes of the Spirit, but the slashing torrents of storms that break branches and scatter fruits.  We may not only receive the sweet sunshine of Christ, but we may become parched and need pruning as we age.  We may need another round of fertilizing.  As Paul writes:  ‘...only God gives the growth.  The one who plants and the one who waters have a common purpose...and we, we are God’s field.” (I Corinthians 3:7,9)  What we suffer will strengthen our roots.  Rooted and planted as we are in Christ, in God the ground of our being, we cannot be uprooted.  No matter how old we are, we can be transformed and conformed to Christ.  And in the end we will be harvested by our gardening God.” (pg. 63)

The fall harvest, is a wonderful time to give thanks for all God has done and for the season of new growth that is yet to be.