A Season for Cleaning

In my mind there is a difference between spring cleaning and cleaning the house for guests.  In the spring, I concentrate on getting rid of all the dirt that has accumulated over a period of time.  It includes places where guests hopefully don’t look but I know there are issues.  Furniture is pulled out so I can get underneath and in the corners.   Closets and drawers are reorganized.  Things are removed off shelves so everything is wiped clean, not just around the edges.   Professional maid services call it “deep cleaning.”  

In contrast, in preparation for guests I might just hit the high points, the surfaces, straighten, or even stuff some papers in drawers to deal with another day.  The focus of cleaning is more about a pleasant environment of hospitality.  Especially when our children come home or bring friends, I want the house to be cozy, homey, and friendly.  I add some greens here and a candle there so that it feels as though I am ready to welcome them in for a long comfortable stay.

The church year has two seasons of preparation, Advent and Lent.  They come before the big celebrations of Christmas and Easter.  I have often thought of Lent as a good spring cleaning for the soul.  It is a time to look in the crevices, underneath aspects of my life and shake off the dirt that has accumulated.  This Advent my thoughts have taken me to this idea of cleaning in order to welcome a guest.  It is less intense than Lent but nonetheless significant.  How can I be a good hostess for the coming of the Christ child this Christmas?  What areas do I need to straighten? Is the environment of my soul ready and open for a long cozy stay?   Where might I add something that helps our relationship feel more comfortable?   

Perhaps these are thoughts for you in this Advent season of preparation.  With each card, decoration and baked good, I reflect on my efforts to welcome Jesus with equal hospitality and generosity.

Spam Trip - 2012

When I think back on some of the events of 2012,  a trip to the Spam museum was a fun highlight.  One of the "Trinity Trippers" was kind enough to share with me some of her reflections about the trip.  Enjoy!!  Thanks Ellamae for sharing!  - kg- 

Pastor Kathy took a group of Trinity Senior Citizens to the Spam museum in Austin, MN and since that time I have thought a lot about hogs, or pigs as some like to call them, and us as human beings or people as we are more commonly referred to.

Spending some of my youth living on a farm I was familiar with pigs and actually had never given them much thought.  I knew that they liked to wallow in the mud on hot days put their snoot in the feeder or foraged for food on the ground, oink lots and pushed other pigs out of the way and sometimes were just a nuisance.

The same can be said about people.  We sometimes wallow in our own self-pity thinking that life has not been fair to us.  Sticking our nose in other people’s business seems to be a favorite pastime.  And whether it’s shopping for groceries or going to a restaurant we like to be first in line and we too can make a nuisance of ourselves and all too often we forget our manners.

I looked on the Internet about pigs and was surprise to learn there is quite a variety and likened it to the variety of people on earth.  There is also a long list of quotes referring to people and pigs.  Most of the comments we make are not very complimentary.  We say someone “Eats like a pig”, they are “Filthy as a pig” or “Lives in a pigsty”, well you get the picture. 

In Matthew 15:10 &11 Jesus says, “Listen to me and understand this: a man is not defiled by what goes into his mouth, but by what comes out of it.”  So whether you “Bring Home the Bacon” and/or “Fry It Up In the Pan” perhaps we need to think about our words especially when we use them in reference to other people.

The Spam Museum was very interesting.  We were given a tour along with a video presentation and tried our skill at filling a Span can from start to finish.  This was fun but stressful as there was a timer clicking away from beginning to end. 

And of course Spam and the process caused me to think some more on the subject.  On occasion my Mom fried Spam for a meal and then there was only the original.  Today Spam has many different flavors.  Like people some are full of spices and some are bland.  But we are thankful that God loves us all. 

While I struggled trying to put the fake Spam into the can I thought there are times when I feel as if I am being pushed into places that I really do not want to go.  And, long before the ham was on the assembly line I wonder if the lowly pig knew what his final destination consisted of as he walked the plank onto the semi-truck.

The good news is that we as Christians know that the final destiny awaiting us has a much better outcome. 

In John 3:16 Jesus said, “For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life, and in John 14:2 Jesus says, “I go to prepare a place for you.”  

LET THE JOURNEY BEGIN.

Ellamae Butler

New Year's Resolutions

I used to be one of those people who made New Year’s Resolutions.  From 1997-2007, I kept an Advent/Christmas journal every year as part of my spiritual discipline.  Last year I looked back in the Christmas journals and saw repetitive hopes and goals for the new year.  Yet, it seemed that by mid-January  I usually would have  given up on any resolutions.  My resolve to eat right, exercise, and find greater balance in life would only last a couple of weeks until the ‘out-of –routine days’ began to take over.   In fact, for the last several years I have just quit making any resolutions.  It seemed to be only an exercise in disappointment. 

Last year, however, I came upon a new thought.   I decided that instead of a resolution I would choose a word for the new year – a word that I could keep all year long – a word that would give me a focus – a word that I could return to when I needed to and allow it to shape the year.  My word was “abide.”  It just came to me one day last January.  I knew the year would be filled with transitions at church, that there would untold changes ahead.  As my thoughts progressed, I began to imagine the Scripture from the gospel of John where Jesus talks about the vine and the branches.  “Abide in me as I abide in you.  Just as the branch cannot bear fruit by itself unless it abides in the vine, neither can you unless you abide in me.”  (John 15:4) 

Day by day, change after change in 2012, I reminded myself to “abide”.  And it worked!  I had no idea the degree, the times and places that I would return to that word but each time I thought to myself, “This is so much better than a resolution!”  I remember this summer being so thankful for the insight of my new year’s word.  Instead of feeling guilty about my failures, I was redirected to who I am to be in Jesus Christ.  Instead of thinking I had to be doing more, I was reminded that I cannot bear fruit by myself unless I abide.  Instead of New Year’s Resolutions,  I had a Year Long Reminder.

And so in December, I started to get excited about a new word for a new year.  I thought about so many different options but finally on January 1, 2013, I decided on “peace.”  Once again, a Bible verse has helped to give me context.  Jesus says to his disciples in the farewell discourse in John, “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you.  I do not give to you as the world gives.  Do not let your hearts be troubled, and do not let them be afraid.”  (John 14:27)  I have no idea what is ahead in this new year.  I just know that I will have peace – not my peace, not the world’s peace – peace given to me by Jesus Christ.

I wish all of you a year filled with peace and maybe even your own word as a year long reminder.

The Best Is Yet To Be!

Robert Browning’s poem,  quoted in my previous blog,  is often misquoted as,   “Come along with me.  The best is yet to be.”  To me, it sounds like something Jesus might say, especially during holy week. I imagine as the disciples headed toward Jerusalem they were remembering the initial call of Jesus.  Echoing within themselves were the words,  “Come along with me.  The best is yet to be.”  When they arrived in Jerusalem to the triumphal entry of waving palm branches and shouts of hosanna, the disciples were inwardly saying to themselves, “Yes.  Here it is.  We have come this far with Jesus and now the best is happening.”  The teachings, the healings, the miracles were all leading up to these glorious moments when Jesus would be recognized as king and the disciples would live the easy life of the chosen elite.  Of course,  no one would ever imagine how the week would unfold.

Amidst predictions of death and suffering, the best is yet to be.  In the garden of Gethsemane, the best is yet to be.  With the a kiss of betrayal and the crows of a rooster, the best is yet to be.  On the cross at Golgotha, the best is yet to be.   In the darkness of the tomb, the best is yet to be.  Surely the disciples huddled in fear doubted the possibility that anything good could come from the crucifixion.  But yet we know that it is in the cross that the best is yet to be. Jesus died for our sins and conquered death 3 days later.  In life and in death, the best is yet to be.  This is the message of Easter.

And so it it for all of us. Because of Jesus we live knowing that the best is yet to be.  Whatever challenges we face in this life, whatever we accomplish or fail to do, heaven awaits us.  Happy Easter.  The best is yet to be!

The Best Is Yet To Be?

Sorry for the long pause.  No time to write but have been thinking a lot lately about this theme.  Robert Browning in his poetry puts it this way:

Grow old along with me!

The best is yet to be,

The last of life, for which the first was made:

Our times are in His hand

Who saith "A whole I planned,

Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!"

I think there comes a point in everyone’s life when a person begins to wonder about the truth of this poem.  Is it possible as we age that “the best is yet to be”?  There is something about being over 50, dealing with transitions in life, and even seeing some young people soar to success at an early age that leaves me with some plaguing questions.  Have I peaked?  Is the best really still waiting out there for me or is it already behind me? 

I enjoy serving the church as a pastor, and yet with nearly 25 years of ordained ministry behind  me I realize that it could be that what I am doing right now is as good as it will be for my career?  I have no regrets about how God has led my life in serving the church and the community but I am still curious about the journey ahead.  It is good right now.  Could it get any better?

I love being a mother.  Yet with most of my children out of the house I wonder, are the high points of motherhood behind me?  If so, I look back and wish I had done better.  It all goes so fast.  The role of a mother changes through the years.  How do I know if I passed the peak?  What can I do in this phase of motherhood to make it the best?

In 26 years of marriage, my husband Kirk and I have gone from doing everything together in the first half of our marriage - working, serving the church, raising children, building a home - to having different interests and activities that consume most of our days separately.  Some say that everything goes down hill after the honeymoon.  I don’t agree but is there a peak somewhere else along the way?

In the midst of my wondering about growing old and when the best comes, I read a couple of weeks ago about Carol Masheter, the 65 year old woman who became the oldest woman in the world to climb the highest mountain on every continent.  Yesterday, I read an article about a 90 year old Florida woman who went skydiving for the first time and is ready to go again. Neither of those activities really appeal to me but they remind me that there are endless possibilities of exhilarating moments as we age if we choose to pursue them.


Vivian Bugbee is one of my inspirations.  To date, she has made over 300 full size quilts and over 300 baby quilts.  She didn't start quilting until she was 70.   One of my role models in life is Ann MacGregor, founder of Hospice of North Iowa in Mason City, IA.  She made the bold move of hiring me, an outsider to the organization,  as the first paid director of spiritual care many years ago.  I would have thought that her CEO hospice days were the peak of Ann's success but instead she has gone on in her retirement years to peak again in directing the organization that restored the Frank Lloyd Wright hotel.  Ann seems to have numerous high points in her life with potentially more to come.

Other examples come to mind as well.   Frank Lloyd Wright designed Fallingwater at age sixty-nine and the Guggenheim Museum at seventy-six and did what some consider his most productive work between the ages of eighty and ninety three.  Michelangelo was appointed chief architect of St Peter’s in Rome at age seventy-one and continued in that position until his death at eighty-nine.  Ray Kroc, Colonel Sanders, Grandma Moses, Emily Post, Ferdinand Zeppelin all of them didn’t start doing what they became famous for until they were in their late fifties or sixties.

Are you on the way to the high points in life?  Who knows?  All I know is that it is not  necessarily a matter of age, or position, or circumstances.   As Browning concludes the first stanza of his poem, “Our times are in His hand.  Who saith "A whole I planned.  Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!"

Happy aging to you.  Seize the best in your life right now and enjoy.

Symbols and Deaths

To be honest, I don’t remember every funeral I officiated during my hospice years.  There were so many with often little more than a few hours of knowing the person or family.  However, I was contacted this week by a family that I do remember.  Around their mother’s death there were several moments that I have come to think of as “thin” places - times when the division between God’s actions and our vision, between our connections with loved ones in heaven and the loved ones on earth seems to be divided by only a sheer curtain. It was memorable to share those signs and symbols with them.  Not everyone is fortunate enough to have these reassuring “thin” moments, but they did.

Symbols and death, Transfiguration Sunday, life changes  - perhaps those were what my subconscious was working on when I woke up after a dream this morning.  I dreamt that I was burying a child - my infant child.  Further, I was upset that the funeral director was allowing the child to be buried in a basement.  Yes, I know about interpreting dreams and basements.  So I had to think... what does it all mean?  Well, several things - but here are two:

I am at the stage in life when my body is telling me that I won’t be having any more children.  Of course, that hasn’t been an issue since our last child was born but yet I think there is something symbolic for a woman when she knows that her body can no longer sustain life within it.  When I pray to Creator God, when I read in the psalms that we are known by God “in the mother’s womb,”  there is a level of resonance with those images because of pregnancy and childbirth.  That identity, one who can nurture new created life, is dying.  For some women, that reality comes much earlier in life.  For many, it is part of that middle age journey that is both physical but also very spiritual in nature.  

I also woke up thinking about our spiritual connections to people that have died.  I have told people in grief for years that after the loss of a loved one you don’t forget them you simply come to a point where you establish a different kind of relationship.  I now have greater confidence that it is true.  It doesn’t matter where my loved ones are buried, nor do I need what is left of their bodies or the physical things from my childhood home as much as I once did.  I sense a different kind of relationship,  a unique connectedness, one that is more spiritual in nature. My relationship is with the memories, the values, the parts of me that have been shaped by their influence - both in life and in death. These are the things I need to hang on to.   The rest can be buried.

According to my records, at the hospice funeral that I mentioned at the beginning, I read a poem by an unknown author.

Go bury thy sorrow,

the world hath its share,

Go bury it deeply

Go hide it with care

Go bury thy sorrow

let others be blest

Go give them the sunshine

and tell God the rest.

Epiphanies and Baptisms

People of God, do you promise to support (the baptized) and pray for them in their new life in Christ?   ( ELW pg. 228)

In this season of Epiphany and celebrating the Baptism of Jesus, I have had a series of events leading to reflection on my encounters with young people.   Last week at Bible study we talked about the promises made in baptism - the promise God makes to us, the promise parents make to help the child grow in Christian faith, and the promise the sponsors and congregation make to  nurture and support the newly baptized.  Before church on Sunday, the pastors and I commended a local congregation that had produced several seminary graduates in the last few years.  In the sermon on Sunday, the pastor told about his 8th grade Sunday School teacher that said that he would one day be a pastor and how that message was revealed in his life in spite of his original intentions.   After the service, I had a chance to sit on the floor in the fellowship hall and give comfort to a little girl and her stubbed toe until her mom arrived.  I felt inspired as I left church thinking about these moments and more.  I may be Pastor to Senior Adults, I may of an “over-the-hill” age, I may not have young children at home anymore,  but everyone of us has promised to nurture the young people that are in our church.  I have a few church kids,  of a wide variety of ages, that stay on my radar but I need to expand and be more intentional in what that means.

All these thoughts were going through my head as I proceeded into an intersection on my way home, halting half way through because the car ahead of me was stopped.  A group of 6 teenagers were slowly sauntering across the street.  The passenger in the car ahead rolled down the window and started shouting at them.  The occupants of the car seemed to think it was there responsibility to instruct this group on proper etiquette in street crossing.  Whether it was out of concern or anger, I will never know.  However,  I said to myself, “Why are you doing that?  This won’t help those teenagers.  It will only make them more angry.”  At which point one of the boys turned and yelled at the car, “Just get going, old man!”  The line-up of four cars in the intersection eventually proceeded on our separate ways, but I was left to ponder another event in my series of epiphanies.

Just what does it mean when I promise to support and pray for the children?  What kind of involvement ?  I see so many people just sitting back and doing nothing when young people are getting in trouble.   Instead of getting involved, it is easier for all of us to talk about the lack of parenting skills and the decline of morals in society.  So, how do I support teenagers in a way that is heard and received in 2012?  Or maybe it is not what I say, but how I demonstrate care, concern, and supportive presence.  Maybe I was getting it right for all ages when I was sitting on the floor in the fellowship hall with the stubbed toe - trying to see things from their perspective,  listening to the cries, and just providing a little bit of my own kind of comfort and reassurance.   It might work in the church, but what about on the way home?  Modeling a Christian life at church is one thing, but what about at home, what about on the streets?  It is a big challenge.

I’m not sure how this new challenge will be revealed in the year ahead, but I do know that every time I answer those promises of the congregation in the service of baptism, I will be thinking about what it truly means - and maybe you will, too.