The Meaning and Gift of Advent

Just three days from now we begin the great season of Advent. Because it's good from time to time to remind ourselves what we are up to and why, I want to offer again some words about the meaning of this season for us.

 

Advent means "the coming."  Advent is the season of expectation and longing, not for the birth of Christ, but for Christ’s promised return. Preparing ourselves and our world for that coming is the meaning of Advent.

 

And what a gift this season is to us! For one thing, if observed intentionally and with heart, Advent can keep us from ruining Christmas. America begins cranking up the Christmas machine a little earlier every year. Many of us probably had our tree decorated and Nat King Cole crooning The Christmas Song on Spotify before the leftover Thanksgiving turkey was cold in the fridge.

 

By contrast, Advent asks us to hang back a bit before flinging ourselves headlong into the big party. This holy season asks us to let ourselves feel some emptiness before rushing to stuff ourselves full. Advent wisely invites us to linger awhile in prayer and reflection and repentance before we celebrate.

 

And let’s be honest: for multi-tasking over-achieving Americans (and Washingtonians!) this comes hard. But what if we try, anyway? I love FBC’s annual practice of suspending all team and committee meetings during the month of December, creating more space for the Divine in our days and weeks.

 

I invite us to savor together the simple, quiet spirit of Advent. In the words of Paul to his friend, Titus: “…we wait for the blessed hope—the appearing of the glory of our great God and our Savior, Jesus Christ.” (Titus 2:13)

 

Waiting with you…wide-eyed and on tiptoe.



Approaching the Ministry Architects Journey with a “Beginner’s Mind”

Dear FBC Family, we are just a month away from the official launch of our 18-month congregational coaching journey with Ministry Architects. This experience is inviting our congregation on a spiritual pilgrimage. In the months ahead, more than revised logistics and metrics, more than new procedures and processes, I pray our church will experience the God of new beginnings in surprising, transformational ways.

As you prepare for your own participation, I ask you to set aside any preconceived assumptions about what the process will involve and what the outcomes will be. It's harder than it sounds.

This very week, in three separate conversations, I heard a version of this observation: “First Baptist is well-acquainted with the church consultant process. We’ve done this many times before.”

They were right—FBC has partnered with congregational consultants in the past. I know of at least two: Alban Institute consultant Susan Nienaber in 2014-15 and Geoff Abbott & Mark Nishan in 2016-17. The work FBC did with these consultant-coaches was helpful in those seasons and circumstances.

Today we stand at the threshold of a new season coming at us with fresh opportunities and unique challenges.

The God of Daily Surprises

One of my favorite scenes in the Hebrew Bible involves the Prophet Jeremiah. In the third chapter of Lamentations, Jeremiah, known in Scripture as “the weeping prophet,” is crying out his lament to God (for good reasons I won’t elaborate on here). It’s just lament, lament, lament. 

But without warning, Jeremiah pauses. Raising his eyes, as if to remind himself of something precious and essential, he declares: “But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope: the faithful love of Yahweh never ends. God’s mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning. Great is Your faithfulness.”

Friends, if God gives fresh grace daily, this serves as an invitation to you and me to receive fresh grace daily. To open ourselves to the merciful, holy surprises God delivers—every. single. morning.

“Beginner’s Mind”

Something to help us stay open to God’s fresh grace is a practice many refer to as “beginner’s mind”—choosing to approach the world with a beginner’s eyes.  Beginner’s mind involves an attitude of openness, eagerness and a conscious suspension of assumptions and preconceptions.

Whenever you and I are beginners at something—whether gardening, parenting, Pickleball, playing an instrument, preaching our first sermon, arguing our first case—we come at the experience with a sense of curiosity, humility, and even wonder. We have no idea what the outcome will be. There’s an innocence to our approach, a little like the way children engage the world.

“Expert Mind”

By the time we are deep into adulthood, we sometimes find ourselves trapped in what one might call “expert mind.” Expert mind brings with it a paradox: the more we know about a topic, the more likely we are to close our mind to further learning. If we’ve done something before, especially if we happen to do it for a living and are good at what we do, our expertise can block us from imagining new possibilities and outcomes.

Navigating the day in expert mind is a little like running around a track in a stadium. We know where we’re going. We’ve rehearsed every step. We see the finish line. Few surprises.

On the other hand, navigating the day with a beginner’s mind is like exploring the deep woods with a flashlight and compass. We’re not sure what lies ahead. We leave room for curiosity, wonder, and surprise.

Bring Your Flashlight and Compass

Very soon, FBC will partner with Ministry Architects to imagine new possibilities (and strengthen current practices). As your pastor, I ask you to engage this journey with a sense of anticipation, hope, and a beginner’s mind—flashlight and compass in hand. Who knows what the Spirit has in store for this beloved community?  

With great anticipation…

 


On Weddings and Regrets

Next weekend, Tim and I will be in Atlanta for the wedding of two friends. The ceremony is set for July 9th which, as it happens, will be Tim’s and my 35th wedding anniversary.

I love thinking about that bright, breezy day in 1988, when Tim and I stood at the altar of St. Stephen’s Episcopal Church (pictured above) in Belvedere, California, just north of the Golden Gate Bridge. (I was serving as associate pastor of Nineteenth Avenue Baptist Church in San Francisco, but the sanctuary was too small for our ceremony.)

Tim and I met in 1983 as seminarians at Golden Gate Baptist Theological Seminary. I immediately loved the kind, unconventional way about him. Raised in Hawaii, Tim oozed an untroubled sense of Aloha. Our friendship deepened until it dawned on both of us that we were meant for each other. We became engaged at Yosemite and married eight months later.

Through the years, Tim and I have written poems for and about each other. I wrote this one for my beloved a few years ago and share it with you here. Yes, the title is ironic. ㋡


I Have Regrets

That first perm comes to mind,
followed by twenty years of frizz
and fuzz and photographs I'd like
to bury in the backyard.

And all those summers at the beach,
my pink, immortal skin glazed
with baby oil.
That was a mistake for sure.

Also, I should have listened to my
father who said beware of credit
cards and check the engine oil
now and then.

There are of course darker offenses:
     affirmations undeclared,
     encouragements withheld,
     angers unleashed.

Yes, I have regrets.

Not among them, however,
is the perfect afternoon by the bay
when the pastor said Do You?
and we said You Bet—though

how could we have imagined then
all that our vows would supply
and demand?
Even so, all these years later

as I consider this life we have made,
my prevailing regret
is that this blasted thesaurus
doesn’t contain a word

coming anywhere close
to the relief I feel in knowing
you and I belong
to each other.

The great Mary Oliver ends her poem, The Place I Want to Get Back To, with these words: “I live in the house near the corner, which I have named Gratitude.” What a coincidence—I live in the same house.















Three Baptist Parties

In the summer of 1989, Tim and I drove from San Francisco to Las Vegas in his 1976 Chevy Nova with the fancy “four-sixty” air conditioning (i.e., roll down all four windows and drive sixty miles per hour). Married less than a year, we made the trip from “Sodom” to “Gomorrah” to attend the annual meeting of the Southern Baptist Convention.

Southern Baptists in New Orleans this week resembled fish in a now-smaller pool choosing (yet again) to toss more of their sibling fish onto the shore. 

Though Tim and I were brought up in Southern Baptist churches, by 1989 we knew the SBC wasn’t our community. We headed to Las Vegas that year to meet up with other like-hearted folk who were envisioning new possibilities for following Christ in the Baptist tradition—conversations from which the Alliance of Baptists and Cooperative Baptist Fellowship later grew.

Two memories stand out in my mind about that week in Las Vegas:

A 115-degree desert wind that made a person think twice about breathing.

And the presence of more polyester, pantyhose, and religious tracts than Las Vegas had seen in…well, possibly forever. Tim and I played a game from our 10th floor hotel balcony called “Spot the Baptists.” It wasn’t hard.

While the Baptists in Las Vegas that year may have resembled fish out of water, Southern Baptists in New Orleans this week resembled fish in a now-smaller pool choosing (yet again) to toss more of their sibling fish onto the shore. 

Jesus... drew his circles wide with a love-colored crayon.

SBC messengers voted yesterday to uphold a decision to disfellowship two churches for appointing women to serve in pastoral roles, and to begin amending the constitution of the SBC to make it clear that churches “in friendly cooperation” with the SBC must not “affirm, appoint or employ a woman as a pastor of any kind.”

All this politics and posturing is as exhausting as it is alien to the way of Jesus, who drew his circles wide with a love-colored crayon. Do you recall the Epistle text from Sunday? “Let love be your only debt,” said Paul. “If you love others, you have done all that the Law demands…The commandments are summed up in this word: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’”

Three Baptist parties:

This week, I witnessed three Baptist parties. The first, in New Orleans, was a Shun Your Neighbor party.

The second, parading down the streets of our city last Saturday, was a Love Your Neighbor party.

And the third, the very next day in the fellowship hall of First Baptist Church, was a Feed Your Neighbor party.

Of the three parties, I’m just as happy to have missed the first and beyond grateful for the other two.   

In the Great Love,

 



P. S. If you want to read more about the Baptist hoopla this week, check out these fine articles at Baptist News Global (one of FBC’s missional partners).

You Have Made a Difference, Brother Jimmy

“I have one life and one chance to make it count for something . . . I'm free to choose what that something is, and the something I've chosen is my faith. Now, my faith goes beyond theology and religion and requires considerable work and effort. My faith demands — this is not optional — my faith demands that I do whatever I can, wherever I am, whenever I can, for as long as I can with whatever I have to try to make a difference.”

These words by former President Jimmy Carter have been posted, tweeted and quoted countless times this week, following the announcement last weekend that he is entering home hospice care at the age of 98 in Plains, Georgia.   

Some of you in the First Baptist family had the pleasure of knowing Jimmy and Rosalynn Carter and their family when they were members of this congregation 45 years ago. During the 48 months of his term, President Carter participated in Sunday worship at First Baptist more than 70 times. Once a month, he taught Sunday School to FBC’s Couples Class.

Photo caption: “Jimmy Carter attends a Habitat for Humanity home building site in the Ivy City neighborhood of Washington, DC October 4, 2010. [Photo by Larry Downing/Reuters]

Your friendship and Christian kinship meant a great deal to the Carters while they were in Washington. “You have made our lives normal lives,” President Carter said at the annual banquet of the Couples Class in October 1977. “You have given us stability in a position that is inherently sometimes unstable. A President of our country can be an isolated person. You have taken us in, and we are indebted to you. Thank you very much.”

President and Mrs. Carter have embodied the spirit and way of Christ, both in the spotlight of national and global affairs and in their tiny hometown, among the church family and lifelong friends who’ve known them best.

Carter’s work for peace, justice, equality, and democracy have flowed from the person he is at a core: a Christ follower. His life has been characterized by service, humility, integrity, honesty, simplicity, and compassion—especially for those for whom life is a daily struggle. He will be remembered as much for his commitment to building houses for the working poor as for having occupied the most powerful position in the world.

Jimmy Carter’s life and legacy remind me of those signal words from Psalm 90: “Teach us to number our days, that we may use wisely all the time we have.”  Well done, Brother Jimmy, you good and faithful servant.

In the Great Love,


What Are You Hoping For?

Throughout the first weeks of 2023, a question has been making the rounds at FBC. In the January meetings of all our leaders and teams—Faith Formation, Mission, Facilities Improvement, Give It Forward, Church Council and FBC staff—Pastor Eric and I asked our people to respond to the question: “What are you most hoping for in 2023 for First Baptist Church?”

We’ll share a summary of the responses this Sunday, at the congregational meeting. They reveal what I suspect many of you already know: that First Baptist Church is standing at a crossroads…at a moment of decision and action. We are not alone. Churches everywhere, especially after the pandemic, are facing the same choice: “Will we thrive, or will we continue on this path of slow decline?”

Spoiler alert: I am feeling enormous hope for FBC. And when I use the word “hope” I’m not talking about optimism. In fact, optimism can be the enemy of hope.

In his book, Good to Great, Jim Collins recalls a conversation he once had with Admiral James Stockdale who was held as a prisoner for nearly eight years in the infamous “Hanoi Hilton” prisoner-of-war camp during the height of the Viet Nam War.

Though Stockdale himself was tortured more than twenty times during his imprisonment, as the highest-ranking American officer in that prison, it became Stockdale’s goal to help as many fellow prisoners as possible survive their ordeal.

When Collins asked how he survived, Stockdale said: “I never lost faith in the end of the story. I never doubted not only that I would get out, but also that I would prevail in the end and turn the experience into the defining event of my life, which, in retrospect, I would not trade.”

Collins asked, “Who didn’t make it out?”

“Oh, that’s easy,” Stockdale said. “The optimists.”

“The optimists,” he continued, “were the ones who said, ‘We’re going to be out by Christmas.’ And Christmas would come, and Christmas would go. Then they’d say, ‘We’re going to be out by Easter.’ And Easter would come, and Easter would go. And then Thanksgiving, and then it would be Christmas again. And they died of a broken heart.”

This was Stockdale’s conclusion: “You must never confuse faith that you will prevail in the end—which you can never afford to lose—with the discipline to confront the most brutal facts of your current reality, whatever they might be.” (Jim Collins, Good to Great, p. 83-85)

I’ll say it again: I feel enormous hope for First Baptist Church. And…we are standing at a crossroads. Will you invest an hour after worship this Sunday and come to the congregational meeting? I believe it will be a first step toward new life for this church we love.

With love and great hope,



From Pastor Julie: Great Hope and a Reality Check for 2023

Dear FBC Family:

Happy New Year, FBC family, and thanks be to God for another year of Grace. I want to name some points of hopefulness and joy, then share a story as a reality check for all of us.

Great Hope for 2023

Here are just some of the reasons why I’m feeling much gratitude and hope as we begin 2023 together:

  • FBC’s weekly worship invites heart, mind and soul encounters with God in a space shimmering with beauty, peace and prayer.

  • Newcomers are present in worship, every Sunday, many under the age of 40.

  • Yesterday, Pastor Eric and I listened as one of our young adults talked clearly and passionately (with PowerPoint!) about FBC’s significant strengths and challenges. Meeting with someone from Gen Z who cares so much about this church thrilled us to the core.

  • Our mighty Mission Team met the first week in January and is contemplating meaningful connections for 2023 between FBC and our community.

  • FBC has received $551,902 in pledges and contributions for the new community building through our Give It Forward capital campaign—a phenomenal accomplishment for a church of our size. We have met our campaign goal by 55% so far and have more than 25% of that goal in the bank.

  • Beyond pledges, individuals inside and outside the church have made contributions to the Give It Forward campaign in honor or in memory of someone. (FBC has received several contributions in memory of Ed Fry and John Rhee.)

  • Your gifts in support of FBC’s regular spending plan are holding pace with this time last year—in the middle of a capital campaign!

  • FBC’s lay leadership are some of the most engaged, gifted people I’ve had the pleasure of serving with in all my years of ministry.

  • FBC’s staff, while leaner than in 2022, remains focused, prayerful, creative, and excited about the road ahead of our church.

Friends, these are significant signs of strength and momentum, for which I am so very grateful.

Reality Check for 2023: The River Has Moved

Along with feelings of encouragement we also must acknowledge the cultural sand shifting beneath our feet and discern how we will respond. This makes me think of the story of a bridge in Honduras.

In 1998, Hurricane Mitch devastated much of Central America, dumping 75 inches of rain in less than four days and killing more than 10,000 people. In Honduras, more than 100 bridges were damaged or destroyed.

But not the Choluteca Bridge.

Built by a Japanese company with such design strength that it could withstand the fiercest of storms, the Choluteca Bridge was left in near perfect condition.

There was just one problem. The bridge now spanned dry ground.

During massive flooding caused by the hurricane, Choluteca River carved itself a new channel and no longer flowed beneath the bridge at all. The Choluteca Bridge became known as “The Bridge to Nowhere.”

FBC family, as we head into this near year with so many reasons for hopefulness, let us keep before us the reality that when it comes to religious institutions and structures in American life, the river has moved.

What this means for First Baptist Church is that simply trying harder at what we’ve always done before is not going to be an option.

The good news is that our congregation is ready as we’ve been in a long while to build a new bridge toward our neighbors of hospitality, generosity, justice and compassion.

An important part of crossing this bridge together will involve taking stock of what we have and what we need. I will be working with staff and FBC lay leaders in the weeks and months ahead to assess the current realities of our congregational life—from buildings and finances to ministry and mission.

Our steps in this journey will need to be intentional and calculated in some areas and bold, creative and innovative in others. I look forward to discerning together how we will take essential steps together at this crucial moment in FBC’s 220-year journey.

In the Great Love,




The future of FBC depends on the Spirit of God and the involvement of our laypeople.

Dear FBC Family, I hope your run-up to Christmas this week is meaningful. I hope to see you at the Christmas Eve service this Saturday at 4:00 p.m., and, if you want a double-dose of joy, at Christmas Day worship this Sunday at 11:00 a.m. 
 
Appreciation for the Campbells
 
As I did in worship this past Sunday, I want to acknowledge Joel and Jennifer Campbell’s decision to move back to their home state of South Carolina, and to share my gratitude for the many contributions they made to First Baptist Church while they were among us. The Campbells officially began their time at FBC on the last Sunday before the pandemic ushered our communal life to the territory of Zoom. 
 
As executive pastor, Joel oversaw the demolition of the old education building, the renovation of the sanctuary building, and early construction of the new community building. Jennifer came alongside our youth, contributed to our weekly communications efforts, and led FBC’s Give It Forward capital campaign with positivity and enthusiasm. I pray the very best for Joel, Jennifer, Jackson and Jance as they walk into their future together.
 
Looking to the Future
 
This past week, Pastor Eric and I have had several “moving forward” conversations and are feeling extremely hopeful about the year ahead. While he and I, along with our support staff, will take on some extra responsibilities in 2023, the future of FBC depends on the Spirit of God and the involvement of our laypeople.
 
You are needed! As Paul wrote to the church in Rome:“Having gifts that differ according to the grace given to us, let us use them!” What is your passion? What gift is yours to share: 
 

  • Teaching teenagers or children? 

  • Facilitating adult small groups?

  • Leading in worship?

  • Welcoming newcomers? 

  • Singing? 

  • Nurturing community? 

  • Serving the vulnerable?

  • Working for justice? 

  • Arranging flowers?

  • Photography? 

  • Technology? 

  • Banking?

  • Facilities?

  • Social Media? 

  • Something else?

 
For 220 years, this church has summoned the energies, abilities, gifts and passions of generations of people who’ve called FBCDC their spiritual home. This isourtime. What will we do with it?
 
Leaning forward with hope…









Thanksgiving in the Shadow of Heartbreak

I was three years old on Thanksgiving Day of 1963. I was too young to understand the assassination of President Kennedy six days earlier, but I registered the grief of the adults around me. I was in the living room with my mom and dad as they watched a million people line the route of the funeral procession in Washington, from the Capitol back to the White House, then to St. Matthew's Cathedral, and finally to Arlington National Cemetery. 

Three days after JFK’s funeral we watched again as people lined the streets of New York City for the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. Mom says I turned my 3-year-old face from the TV and asked, “Who died?” I now associated parades and crowds with death.

In 1963 our nation observed Thanksgiving in the shadow of heartbreak.

My own family felt that shadow 36 years later, as we gathered around our Thanksgiving table eight days after the funeral of my father. As was our custom, before the mealtime blessing, with tears in our eyes each of us shared something for which we were grateful.

Thanksgiving in the shadow of heartbreak.

Now today, there’s a heaviness in the air as we prepare to sit down at the Thanksgiving table. Within the last ten days:

  • four college students stabbed to death in Idaho

  • three college athletes shot to death on a bus in Charlottesville

  • five people shot to death and 25 others wounded in a queer bar in Colorado Springs.

  • And only minutes before sitting down to write this column, six people were gunned down in a Walmart in Chesapeake, Virginia. 

Thanksgiving in the shadow of heartbreak.

How do we find within ourselves an “attitude of gratitude” when what we mostly feel is grief, anger, disbelief, and loss?

It’s my conviction that gratitude and prayer are inextricably joined. Richard Rohr says it beautifully: “Prayer is sitting in the silence until it silences us, choosing gratitude until we are grateful…”

Brian McLaren echoes this notion in his book, Naked Spirituality: A Life with God in 12 Simple Words: “Perhaps at some point, all of us are reduced to despair, but my hunch is…having lost everything, one may still be able to hold on to one’s attitude, one’s practiced habit of gratitude, of turning to God in Job-like agony and saying, ‘For this breath, thanks. For this tear, thanks. For this memory of something I used to enjoy but now have lost, thanks. For this ability not simply to rage over what has been taken, but to celebrate what was once given, thanks.’”

I leave you with a Thanksgiving gift: a brief, gorgeous meditation on gratitude by Bro. David Steindl-Rast, the Austrian American Catholic Benedictine monk and author. I invite you to settle into a comfy chair, take some deep breaths, paying attention to your breathing and your heartbeat, and let yourself be immersed in gratitude, beauty, and joy. 

Thanksgiving peace to you…




The light has gone inside things.

I love the autumn light. There is less of it this time of year, but oh what an exquisite light it is. As the slanted rays filter through gold and red and caramel-colored leaves, it feels a little like walking around inside an Edward Hopper painting. Maybe John Donne was musing about this exceptional light when he wrote, “In Heaven it is always Autumn.”

This weekend we will “fall back” as Daylight Saving Time comes to an end. I remember from my childhood the twice-yearly ritual of resetting every clock in the house, with Mom gently nudging the hands on the face of the big clock in the den forward or backward, depending on the season, while my brother and I reset our bedside digital alarm clocks. Today, of course, our smartphones do all the work for us while we sleep.

Either way, this Sunday afternoon we'll be struck by how little light there is.

Some of us will welcome the fading of the light as we reach for a blanket and cup of tea. For others, the encroaching darkness will bring a sense of melancholy and loss. We will miss the sun.

Years ago during autumn, Robert Farrar Capon, the Episcopal priest, author, gardener and chef, was looking at all the fruits, vegetables and spices he had frozen, canned or dried for winter consumption. He also looked at the woodpile, ready for use against the cold. He remembered how all these things had grown because of the sun, and that all the energy now stored in them was, in fact, stored light. The sun had gotten inside the wood and inside the tomatoes and beans and squash and, through them, would continue to give life. Capon wrote: The days may be getting shorter, but the light has gone inside things. We'll have it all winter, no matter how the sun may hide.

Capon’s observation is warm encouragement for any of us who long for more light—whether the light of the sun or the light of God’s presence. Both have a way of getting inside things. When there seems to be a lack of either light on the outside, where you can see, try looking within.

Friends, as we prepare to “fall back” may the light within sustain us in the days ahead.

Peace and grace,








Feeling Grateful

This past week has been chock-full of reasons for gratitude at FBC:

  1. Our dear Treasurer, Mike Henson, informed me that FBC’s giving is strong and is ahead of last year’s giving at this point. I’m grateful for the ongoing generosity of this congregation.

  2. We hosted the wedding of Megan Smith and Marlan Golden last weekend, and FBC’s newly renovated facilities were a joy to share with several hundred guests. I’m grateful for the Facilities Improvement Team (FIT) whose faithfulness, creativity and diligence since that first meeting early in 2018 have moved this massive project forward.

  3. Dr. Sarah Willie-LeBreton’s presence with us at FBC’s Fall Forum was pure gift. Her presentation during Faith Formation Hour, A Contemplative Approach to Conflict, had all of us taking notes for application in our own lives. And her rich, scholarly sermon in worship, My People Shall Never Be Ashamed: Abundance, Loneliness, the Finished Race and the Good Fight, left me wanting to sit with her words and absorb them into my heart and mind.

Dr. Sarah Willie-LeBreton

Dr. Sarah Willie-LeBreton

I asked Sarah if she would share her manuscript with us and she generously agreed. You can read her sermon here. For now, I leave you with nine questions Sarah posed on Sunday, based on the three lectionary texts, Luke 18:9-14, Joel 2:23-32 and 2 Timothy 4:6-8, 16-18:

  • What if the “lion’s mouth” is a metaphor for the worst of all conflicts, and the work that we do to find a new reaction is the deliverance we’ve been seeking?

  • What if learning how to love each other, learning to listen to each other is actually what is meant by the good fight?

  • What would righteousness look like if it were truly humble?

  • How would we engage each other if our vats were full of wine and oil? Would we share them?

  • If our refrigerators were full—if they are full now—how would God know that we are generous and compassionate?

  • What do we do when our refrigerators are full but the air is full of locusts or Covid?

  • If the streets are full of Proud Boys and Oath-keepers who are terribly ashamed and for whom promises have been relentlessly broken…What do our interventions look like then?

  • Or when some loved ones are in the throes of addiction, or when others have died alone?

  • How might we each imagine a heavenly kingdom—an afterlife with less pain and more joy? The continuation of this human life for those who come after us with less pain and more joy? The life we are currently living on Earth with less pain and more joy?

Thanks be to God for the chance to hold these questions close today and to see what rises. And thanks be to God for a congregation that welcomes the deep conversations about life and faith. This pastor’s heart is full to overflowing today.

In the Storm

At last Wednesday’s pastoral staff meeting I began our time together with some silence and a reading of one my favorite Mary Oliver poems, In the Storm, in which Oliver takes a tender scene from nature—acts of kindness between birds in a storm—and uses her keen observational powers and poetic brilliance to bring it home to the lives we are living.

Ron Pennington (Julie’s brother), Barbara Pennington (mother) and Julie.

Perhaps it’s a case of poetic timing that, one week later, I’m sitting at the dining room table in my mother’s snug little home on the outskirts of Orlando, watching rain pelt the windows as we await the eye wall of Hurricane Ian to pass over this area.

While it’s been years since I’ve experienced a major storm, my Floridian mom, at 83, is a veteran “hurricaner.”

We made a quick trip to Trader Joe’s for bottled water on the way home from the airport on Monday, which was fortunate since store shelves are empty today (along with Orlando International Airport, Disneyworld and all major theme parks). 

Yesterday, after we brought all of Mom’s potted plants and garden doodads indoors, she said, “Well, we’re as ready as we’re going to be. Let’s watch The Waltons.”  

Several FBCDC folk have loved ones and/or property in Florida. My brother lives in St. Petersburg, in the Tampa Bay Area. His home is situated less than a mile from the ocean and is vulnerable to storm surge. Let us hold them in prayer today, along with our siblings in Christ at William Carey Baptist Church in Havana and all the people of Cuba as the government tries to reactivate the power grid. 

Circling back to dear Mary Oliver and her ode to kindness in the poem, In the Storm, I have witnessed multiple acts of kindness in Florida just over the past few days. The Orange County Homeless Coalition is operating around the clock; neighbors are checking on neighbors; store clerks have been offering a “Y’all stay safe!” to every customer; loved ones from around the country have reached out to check on my mother and me.

In these days of natural, political, and personal storms, surely kindness is one of the most needed fruit of the Spirit and a tangible expression of Christ’s two-fold commandment to love God and all the neighbors in our path.

I do plan to be with you for World Communion Sunday and the Mid-Atlantic CBF gathering in the afternoon. Thank you for your prayers, church family. I’m holding all of you in mine.

In peace,



Image created using Ai tool Midjourney, edited in photoshop.





On the Overturning of Roe vs. Wade

Dear Ones:

Oh my, so much can happen when one is away on vacation. Last Friday, when Tim and I first learned of the Supreme Court's decision on Roe, we were in Massachusetts, having lunch in the coastal village of Padanaram with my friend, Emily Kellar, pastor of the Congregational Church of South Dartmouth, UCC. (Emily and I co-lead the Shalem Institute’s Clergy Spiritual Life and Leadership program.)

God, where are you in this situation?

What is the most loving thing I can say or do next?

What does a Christ-shaped response look like?

What is the Spirit doing here?

The three of us simply stared at each other.

I needed to sit with the news for several days before I could talk about it, even with Tim, not just because of what I see as the predetermined, politicized nature of the SCOTUS decision, but also because the essential questions I rely on for grounding and discernment—God, where are you in this situation? What is the most loving thing I can say or do next? What does a Christ-shaped response look like? What is the Spirit doing here?—were yielding no fruit that I could see or feel in the moment. Sometimes faith is like that.

So much has been said and screamed and cheered and chanted this past week. More words and actions will rise, and must rise, in response not only to Dobbs but also to Justice Clarence Thomas’ claim that the court’s reasoning also should be applied to earlier decisions about contraception, sexual relationships and marriage equality. Today I’m adding a few more teaspoons to this sea of words…

God is for life in all its fulness. Navigating divergent religious claims about when life begins and what “fulness” of life means for every person is typically the point at which the train goes off the rails. It’s important to note that there is no one “religious view” on abortion, or “ensoulment,” the moment during pregnancy when the soul is believed to enter the body—that is, when a fetus becomes human.

  • Catholic theologians, Evangelical Christians and others contend that ensoulment happens at the moment of conception.

  • The Talmud, the main source of Jewish law, refers to the fetus as part of the mother’s body. Jewish law protects a fetus as a “potential person,” but does not view it as holding the same full personhood as its mother. American Jews have generally supported legal abortion as a religious freedom issue and a question of life versus potential life.

  • Muslims have a range of positions on abortion. Some Muslim scholars and clerics believe abortion is never permitted, while many allow it until ensoulment, which is often placed at 120 days (just short of 18 weeks).

  • While Buddhists also have varied views on abortion, generally the Buddhist approach emphasizes that abortion is a complex moral decision that should be made with an eye toward compassion.

The pursuit of reproductive justice requires discernment at a deeper level than most Americans are equipped for. Our nation, especially in the halls of power and in many Christian pulpits and pews, seems incapable of dealing with ambiguity and complexity. People on both sides of the abortion argument protect and defend our dualistic, binary assessments: good/evil, saint/sinner, right/wrong, pro-life/pro-choice.

Liberal people are accused, not without cause, of exhibiting a cavalier appreciation for the mystery of life before birth. Conservative people are accused, not without cause, of exhibiting little to no acknowledgment that this life exists within the bodies of women who must be free to make medical choices for themselves.

Such dualism is a trap of our own making. I appreciate Richard Rohr’s invitation to a deeper way: “The broad rediscovery of nondual, contemplative consciousness gives me hope for the maturing of religion and is probably the only way we can move beyond partisan politics. Many are now realizing that we have been trying to solve so many of our religious, social, political, and relational issues inside of the very mind that falsely framed the problem in the first place.”

Christians from all sides…should be able to come together to work on a common goal of reducing the need for abortion…[addressing] both the concern on the Right that fewer abortions occur and the concern on the Left that women are able to make medical choices for themselves.
— Susan Shaw

There are actual ways of honoring convictions from both sides of the conversation, as my friend Susan Shaw, professor of women, gender and sexuality studies at Oregon State University, pointed out in an op-ed piece for Baptist News Global: “Whether Christians support or oppose abortion access,” says Shaw, “Christians from all sides of the complicated debate should be able to come together to work on a common goal of reducing the need for abortion. That common goal could address both the concern on the Right that fewer abortions occur and the concern on the Left that women are able to make medical choices for themselves.”

No pregnancy story is the same.  I gave birth twice and suffered a miscarriage between pregnancies. During all three experiences I benefitted from:

  • the privilege of being a white, cisgender woman

  • a stable, loving partnership with my husband

  • access to excellent healthcare

  • access to contraception until Tim and I were ready to begin having children

  • adequate financial resources to raise our children

  • the love and support of our extended families

  • and a spiritual community that pledged to love and nurture Taylor and Lucy and to walk with Tim and me in our experience of parenthood.

That’s my story. It’s not everyone’s story. Hundreds of millions of pregnancy stories exist, each one unique, transformative, and intensely personal. Some are joyful. Some are heartbreaking. Every story matters.
  

The decision overturning Roe cannot be separated from the rise of Christian Nationalism in the U.S.  I cringed when I heard someone say this week: “Christians are ruining America.” The rise of Christian Nationalism has been well-documented, perhaps most thoroughly by the BJC and First Baptist DC’s own Amanda Tyler.

Beware those who claim to know the mind of God and who are prepared to use force, if necessary, to make others conform. Beware those who cannot tell God’s will from their own.
— Barbara Brown Taylor

During a recent interview with the Center for American Progress, Amanda named Christian nationalism as the single biggest threat to religious freedom in the United States and “a contributing ideology in the religious right’s misuse of religious liberty as a rationale for circumventing laws and regulations aimed at protecting a pluralistic democracy, such as nondiscrimination protections for LGBTQI+ people, women, and religious minorities.”

Christian nationalism is bad for the country (any country) and bad for the cause of Christ. As Barbara Brown Taylor reminds us, “Jesus was not killed by atheism and anarchy. He was brought down by law and order allied with religion, which is always a deadly mix. Beware those who claim to know the mind of God and who are prepared to use force, if necessary, to make others conform. Beware those who cannot tell God’s will from their own.”

RESPONDING TO THE TIME GIVEN US

The turbulence of this moment reminds me of an exchange between J.R.R Tolkien’s beloved characters, Frodo Baggins and Gandalf the Grey: “I wish it need not have happened in my time,” says Frodo. “So do I,” says Gandalf, “and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”

As you ponder what is yours to do, I invite you to turn again to our unshakeable Source, joining the ancient ones who, amidst cataclysm and uncertainty, raised their voices to sing:

God is our refuge and strength...
And though the whole earth should change,
   we will not fear. 
Though the mountains themselves should tremble
   and fall into the seas…
   we will not be afraid.
For God, our God, is with us,
   a refuge and strength.
~ Psalm 46
 

Friends, God is our refuge and strength.
Take heart.
Do not fear.
Do what is yours to do.
Follow Christ.
Lean into love.

Peace and every good…



Thanks to Youth | Welcoming Strangers | Domestic Worker's Rights

Many Thanks to FBC’s Youth

“Our hope is the song that makes faith possible. Our hope is the dance between the Persons of the Trinity: our God, our Christ, and the Holy Spirit. That hope is the breath, the ‘ruach’—which is a feminine term, by the way—that gives life to these dry bones. Hope is the one seed rooted deeply beneath the frozen ground.”

         ~ Kara Suggs

“Hope is the fuel of our faith. There would be no faith without hope. Hope gives us the strength to persevere when the suffering arises…[strength] to not fall into cynical thinking, believing nothing can be done.”

         ~ Wells Thomason

I can’t stop thinking of FBC’s youth and young adults and of how they led us in worship on Sunday. What a blessing it was to experience worship from the vantage point of middle schoolers, high schoolers and college students and grads. FBC’s youth are vital members of this body of Christ, each with a unique role to play.

Thank you, Grace, Jackson, Jance, Rosemary, Kara, Wells, and Kevin! And many thanks to Jennifer and Eric for planning Sunday’s worship service and for encouraging these amazing young ones on their path of faith.

Welcoming Strangers…Loving Neighbors

After months of anticipation, the seven members of the Qasimi family will arrive soon from Afghanistan and settle into an apartment in Alexandria furnished from top to bottom by First Baptist Church. If you can help with moving furniture and/or setting up the apartment on Saturday, June 25, Susan Lucas susan.lucas10@gmail.com and Linda Salmon lfsalmon@verizon.net will be thrilled to include you.

At the heart of FBCDC’s mission are the values of hospitality, compassion, justice, and generosity. Why? Because God cares about these expressions of love and calls us to embody them in the world. The sacred texts from many faith traditions—Christian, Jewish, Muslim, Hindu, Sikh, Bahai, Native American and others—hold in common the shared value of demonstrating compassion and care for those whom Jesus called the “least” of these, or the most vulnerable of these.

Today, over 100 million human beings throughout the world are “displaced.” This is more than double the number from 10 years ago. While not many of us know the anguish of having to flee our homeland, leaving family, familiar culture, “heart language” and sense of belonging behind, we can exercise the God-given muscles of empathy and compassion to say, “Welcome, friends. How may we serve you?”

Finally…

Vulnerable people live and work all around us, often unseen or unnoticed. This morning I am joining other faith leaders in testifying before the District of Columbia’s Committee on Labor and Workforce Development on behalf of more than 9,000 Domestic Workers—nannies, house cleaners, in-home care workers and others—who are the only group of workers still excluded from DC’s Human Rights Act, which protects workers from discrimination on the job.

It’s not a stretch to make the claim that domestic workers, who are mostly women of color, immigrants, and older workers, are among the most vulnerable in our society. Because their work is isolated in private homes, they are susceptible to many kinds of discrimination, including sexual harassment and unsafe work environments. Under DC’s current law, domestic workers have no legal recourse if they experience any of these.

Together we will urge the Committee to pass the Domestic Worker Employment Rights Amendment Act of 2022.  

In the Great Love,


Naming Loss and Grief

FBC Family, I want to let you know of two medical issues on my plate these days. First, I’m scheduled for outpatient hand surgery on Monday, May 23, to shore up an arthritic thumb (I blame 50 years of hoisting coffee mugs). I’ll be in a hand cast for a month, followed by two months of physical therapy, and will be hoisting coffee mugs with my other hand for a while.  
 
The second medical issue has come as a bit of a jolt, and I ask for your prayers as I adjust to this "new normal.”

Six weeks ago, over a 24-hour period, I experienced a rapid decline in the auditory function of my right ear. Appointments with an audiologist and ENT confirmed a diagnosis of Sudden Sensorineural Hearing Loss. An initial three-week course of oral steroids was ineffective, so last week I received the first of three steroid injections through my eardrum in hopes of restoring at least some of my hearing in my right ear.

Tim and I welcome your prayers. I am feeling a real sense of loss and grief. I need to name that with you. And… I feel deep gratitude for all the support systems—relational, spiritual, medical, economical, technological, etc.—available to me. I do feel the presence and encouragement of God, closer than my last breath and heartbeat. St. Julian’s words echo in my mind and heart: “All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well.”

I heartily thank you for your prayers while I was on a recent 10-day pilgrimage in Assisi with twenty other pilgrims from around the world. Our time spent walking in the footsteps of St. Francis and St. Clare was rich and meaningful. Grazie mille! I look forward to sharing stories from Assisi with you in the weeks ahead.

In the Great Love,

Saying Goodbye and Saying Hello: Nov. 7 Prayer Walks Through FBC Buildings

Extensive renovation of the 1955 Sanctuary building is nearing completion which means it’s time to turn our attention to Phase Two of the facilities improvement project, guided by FBC’s commitment to spaces that are accessible to all, hospitable for our community, and beautiful in ways that point to God. Two weeks from now, Keener-Squire construction crews will begin the demolition process on FBC’s Education Building.

If you swing by 16th and O this week you’ll find that the FBC staff offices are a hodgepodge of half-packed boxes, stacks of paper to be shredded, books separated into piles for keeping and giving away, and a growing number of trash bags filled with “stuff.”

Reminiscing is a hindrance when trying to meet packing deadlines. But it’s so, so good for the soul.

Packing for a move can be mind-numbingly tedious. At the same time, it can yield beautiful gifts in the form of memories—which is why packing always takes more time than we allow. We march into the room with empty boxes and focused determination and wind up thumbing through old letters and photos and mementos that remind us of experiences we’ve all but forgotten and people whose names and faces we haven’t thought about in a very long time.

Reminiscing is a hindrance when trying to meet packing deadlines. But it’s so, so good for the soul.

On Sunday, November 7, the FBC family is invited to reminisce and to dream forward by taking a prayer walk through both buildings,* guided by an Ignatian prayer practice known as the “examen”. Here is an abbreviated form of the prayer still prayed daily by many Christ followers around the world:

On Sunday, Nov. 7, the FBC family is invited to reminisce and to dream forward by taking a prayer walk through both buildings…

  1.  Become aware of God’s presence.  Give thanks for God’s great love for you. Pray for the grace to understand how God is acting in your life.

  2. Remember with gratitude. This step is the heart of the examen. In the company of Holy Spirit, ask:

    • What are some of the experiences I’ve known in these spaces?

    • Where did I find God in those experiences?

    • Who are some of the people who’ve worn Christ’s face to me in these experiences and spaces?

  3. Pay attention to your emotions. Reflect on the feelings you experience as you remember people and events and moments. What is God saying through these feelings? 

  4.  As you enter the “new” Sanctuary building, look toward tomorrow. Ask:

    •  How may these new facilities serve the purposes of God in the lives of this congregation and in our community?

    • How may I/we give ourselves away for the sake of love?

    • What will it look like for me/us to wear Christ’s face and to be Christ’s hands and feet in the months and years ahead?

    • What gifts from God do I/we need (faith, hope, hospitality, strength, etc.) to fulfill my/our holy calling? 

Pay attention to the feelings that surface as you anticipate the future. 

May we see and know God’s loving presence as we say goodbye and hello.

Peace and grace,

Julie


*Only the Education Building and main floor of the Sanctuary Building (which includes a new ADA-compliant restroom) will be fully accessible on November 7th as we await final permitting on the new elevators.

This Wind-Scarred Year

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From Pastor Julie

A few days before Christmas we received at our door a box of Harry & David “Royal Riviera” pears, a thoughtful gift from my mother. This special type of Comice pear, grown in the Rogue Valley of southern Oregon, is an annual family favorite.

But this year, when I opened the decorative box I found, resting in the tissue paper, six ugly pears, mottled with dark-brown stains and looking as if they belonged in the discard pile at Safeway. “Maybe these are last year’s pears that got lost in the mail,” I said to Tim.

Then I noticed the little white slip of paper tucked inside the box—a message to Harry & David customers. The note explained that the dark blemishes on the pears are called “wind scars” and are the result of high winds whipping tree branches and causing abrasions to the skin of the delicate pears. The message went on to say that these same winds contributed to the spread of devastating fires in Harry & David’s Southern Oregon community this past summer, destroying homes and displacing countless people.

“We often pride ourselves in the beauty of our Royal Rivera Pears,” the note said, “and this harvest is no exception—if only in a different way. These scars are a reminder of what our community has been through and how we’ve rallied to support one another.” Then this final assurance: “The untouched, juicy, delicious interior of the pear demonstrates: it’s what’s inside that counts.” Sure enough, the pears tasted as sweet and creamy as always.

A wind-scarred year behind us.
I have come to think of 2020 as a wind-scarred year. During the past twelve months, the human community has experienced:

  • deadly winds of the covid-19 pandemic;

  • bitter winds of unemployment, dreams deferred, life interrupted;

  • violent winds of racism;

  • divisive winds of social, political and religious polarization;

  • scorching winds of dehumanizing discourse.

Artist Jan Richardson says that part of the work of being human is “to name the darkness for what it is and to find what it asks of us.” FBC family, as we limp from this painful year as a community of Christ, what scars need to be named? (And let’s be sure to name not only our own wounds, but our neighbors’ as well—friends and strangers alike.)

What are the scars asking of us and how will we allow the bruising winds of 2020 to inform our priorities as a congregation in 2021?

A wind-fueled year before us.
There is another wind, you know. A wind that fires our courage and fills our sails. A transforming, liberating wind that is the very breath of God. A wind that loves to blow us into life-giving assignments:

Do justice.
Love kindness.
Walk humbly with the Eternal.
Love God with all your heart, soul, mind and strength.
Love your neighbor as yourself.

The Wind is blowing, FBC family. Let's hoist our sails. A new year awaits.

Peace and grace,

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Three Steps Toward Contemplation in Social Justice Action

“He who attempts to act and do things for others or for the world without deepening his own self-understanding, freedom, integrity and capacity to love, will not have anything to give others.” ~ Thomas Merton

It’s an understandable declaration: “Praying about injustice isn’t enough. God is calling me to do something.” This is a fair claim on the part of Christ-followers as the tidal wave of racial, social, economic and environmental injustices continue to engulf our nation and world. Ours is an active faith: “I was hungry and you fed me …, I was a stranger and you took me in,” said Jesus. “Faith, if not accompanied by action, is dead,” said James.

And yet, just as faith without action is useless, so peace and justice work, if not connected to the life-affirming presence of the Holy One, must find its energy elsewhere and often winds up operating from the realm of the ego, with its need to win, convince and/or differentiate itself from the “other.”

As the U.S. reckons in this moment with disproportionate deaths of African Americans from COVID-19, police brutality against Black lives on display, daunting unemployment numbers and bitter divisions along political and religious lines, our nation and world are in desperate need of prophetic people who transcend the categories of “liberal” and “conservative” as they integrate activism with contemplative minds and hearts.

One common misconception about contemplative Christianity is that it avoids real engagement with the pain of the world while remaining cloistered in the prayer closet. But contemplation is not the absence of action. Contemplation is a reflective way of acting upon God’s call. Contemplative prayer inevitably leads to action grounded in the love and way of God, who is anything but passive about suffering.

Contemplation. From the Latin contemplari. It means to gaze; behold; observe; pay attention. A “contemplative” is simply one who is learning to pay attention to Divine Presence in each moment. Someone who’s learning to see beneath the surface and listen beneath the noise.  Contemplatives are those who are discovering what it means to be present to Presence, whether praying in a secluded hermitage or marching in a protest.

If we want to live as people who lead, serve and advocate from a grounded place with God at the center, I invite us toward three particular areas of heightened awareness:

First, notice when the speed at which we are moving and thinking exceeds our ability to be fully present in each moment. While we live in a rocket-speed society, we have wagon-train souls. If we want to be present to the tasks and issues and people around us, we must tap into what the 20th century contemplative Gerald May called “the power of the slowing.”

The Holy One invites us to ease back the throttle, not just with our bodies but also with our minds, which are constantly in motion as we plan, anticipate, strategize, compensate. Becoming still seems counterintuitive when there is so much around us that needs doing. And yet, as we allow ourselves to be led beside still waters, we are best able to discern what is ours to do, trusting that we can make a difference in our own gifted ways.

Second, notice when we are operating primarily from our ego self. The ego is not our enemy. Our sense of self is a gift from God that helps us function in the world. And yet, when we identify with our ego self as our ultimate identity, more than our grounded-in-God identity, then we filter what we see, hear, say and do through that narrow self-centeredness: How is this going to affect me? What opinion will people form of me if I do this, say this, post this? 

When we see and listen and live from our deepest, truest identity, beneath the ego, then the work we do, the leadership we give, the conversations we have and the prophetic actions we undertake will be grounded in the animating presence of the Beloved.

Third, notice when we are operating primarily from our analytical minds. As with the ego, the mind is not our enemy. Our minds are a gift from God. And the rational mind is relentlessly dualistic. It knows by comparing, opposing, judging, differentiating. Our minds also assign binary labels: good/evil; beautiful/ugly; black/white; right/wrong. 

As long as we’re aware of this, we can receive and appreciate the analytical mind for what it is: helpful in many ways, and yet wholly inadequate for dealing with the deep mysteries of God, grace, pain, sexuality, suffering, death, love. If we want to be fully present with God in each moment, the rational, analytical mind can’t get us there on its own.

Contemplative people have much to offer our ruptured world. The contemplative Dorothy Day co-founded the Catholic Worker movement and championed the plight of the poor. The contemplative Howard Thurman was a principal architect of the nonviolent Civil Rights movement in America. The contemplative Desmond Tutu stood up for peace and justice during and after the darkness of apartheid in South Africa.

The presence of the Beloved is constant, infinite and everywhere. We cannot not be in the presence of God. As we grow in our capacity for prayerful listening, we can notice and join the movements of the Spirit that bring healing, liberation and life.

Julie Pennington-Russell

In the work of racial justice, what is our 50-pound part?

They have treated the wound of my people carelessly, saying, “Peace, peace,” when there is no peace. ~ Jeremiah 8:11

My FBC Family:

I continue to hold all of you in my prayers, especially in this gut-wrenching, soul-searching time for our nation.

To my FBC siblings of color: While I wouldn’t presume to know what each of you is feeling right now, I imagine that watching people who look like you be gunned down while jogging, shot while in bed, threatened while bird-watching, and choked to death on a public street by a “peace” officer has been horribly traumatizing. I am grieving with you and for you, even as I grieve for our country.

To my white siblings in Christ: We have work to do. Let us pray for one another as each of us does our own personal, vulnerable work in order to become genuine allies to our black and brown friends and neighbors. This is not the time to turn to our friends of color and ask them to tutor us. Their plates are full. For white people, there are no magic words to gain instant credibility and deep trust. There is only a willingness to wade into the troubled water.

My question for First Baptist Church is this: What is the Spirit inviting in this moment?

I remember reading a story once about a farmer in Nebraska who, for some reason, needed to move his barn about 110 feet. Maybe a highway was coming through—I don’t recall. Some of the farmer’s neighbors approached him with an unusual idea: What if all of us come and pick up your barn together and carry it where you want it to be?

As the story goes, sure enough, a few days later, several hundred friends and neighbors from the community showed up. With a hydraulic jack they lifted the barn just a little off the ground. Then 300 people picked it up and carried it 110 feet and set it down in one piece.

The farmer estimated that each person lifted and carried fifty pounds.

I believe the Spirit is inviting First Baptist Church to ask: In the massive work of dismantling a system built to dehumanize people, what is our 50-pound part?

For starters, some of us might join our friends from Nineteenth Street Baptist Church for weekly prayer and/or for the vigil against racism Friday night (see announcements in this email). In the work against racism, relationships count for a lot.

Listening also matters...especially when we begin by listening for God:

Help Me Listen
by Ted Loder

O Holy One,
I hear and say so many words,
yet yours is the word I need.
Speak now and help me listen;

and, if what I hear is silence,
let it quiet me,
let it disturb me,
let it touch my need,
let it break my pride,
let it shrink my certainties,
let it enlarge my wonder.

~ Ted Loder, Guerillas of Grace

With you,

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The Gift of Spiritual Direction

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Over the past four years, I have spent many meaningful hours in a sacred space not far from our house. When not living in pandemic mode, every three or four weeks I make the 20-minute hike through my neighborhood to the Brookland Pastoral Center. Just half a block from the Franciscan Monastery of the Holy Land, the BPC sits high above Quincey Street.

I climb the steep, stone steps, pausing to catch my breath at the top before entering the simple, three-story house. Waiting for me in her cozy, upstairs office is my spiritual director, Charlotte, who for decades has been accompanying people on their path with God. I fondly describe her as “Mother Theresa meets Mrs. Doubtfire.”

Time spent with Charlotte is not about achieving, producing or plan-making. From the moment I walk through her door, I know I’ve entered a space in which the point is being present—present with God and with myself. I settle into the swivel-chair as she lights a candle to remind us both of Holy Spirit’s presence. With grace and compassion, Charlotte receives whatever I bring. Nothing is off the table. Questions, complaints, tears and/or silence are welcome. “There’s something happening here.” she says sometimes. “Let Love bring it into the light.”

Many years ago, Charlotte answered a call to the ministry of “holy listening”—also known as spiritual direction, spiritual guidance, or spiritual companionship. At the heart of this ministry lies the radical conviction that spiritual companionship is a form of prayer and that contemplative listening comes not so much from a set of skills but from grounding in one’s relationship with God.

With this in mind, I want to share with you some developments happening in me that relate to my own life and and sense of calling…

I am feeling drawn to the ministry of holy listening.

Douglas Steere, the 20th century Quaker writer and professor of philosophy at Haverford College, said that “to ‘listen’ another's soul into a condition of disclosure and discovery may be almost the greatest service that any human being ever performs for another.” After six years of receiving spiritual direction I am sensing a call to offer this ministry to others.

Two years ago, I began to pray about applying to an 18-month program offered by the Shalem Institute for those who feel drawn to the ministry of spiritual direction.  Shalem’s Nurturing the Call Spiritual Guidance Program draws on the rich resources of Christian contemplative tradition to deepen the spiritual lives of those called to this ministry.

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It was important to me, before applying to the program, to receive congregational affirmation for this undertaking. In January, I reached out to our Diaconate and Personnel Committee to ask for their blessing and support and was grateful to receive this word from Philip Hawkins, our deacon chair: “…go forward with the blessing of the holy breath of this church behind you as you continue to grow deeper in your own spiritual listening journey with God.”

Back in March, I was about to let the congregation know of my acceptance into the Shalem program (including a scholarship to defray costs) when COVID-19 caused us all to shift our focus to more urgent matters. Now that we have settled into this “new normal” for now, I am once again turning my attention to the Spiritual Guidance Program. I have loved the readings so far and have met once already with the peer group made up of people from around the country with whom I’ll be journeying for the next 18 months.

I’ve received some good questions from deacons and others about the program. Here are a few and feel free to ask questions of your own.

What will this 18-month Shalem program require of you?:

  • The program includes two 10-day residencies at Bon Secours retreat center in Marriottsville, MD, in the summers of 2020 and 2021. (Because of the pandemic, the 2020 residency will take place online.)

  • I will be expected to receive spiritual direction myself (which I already do) and to offer spiritual direction/companionship to at least two individuals during the course of the program.

  • I will participate in a monthly peer group meeting with other spiritual directors.

  • I will be expected to fulfill required reading assignments throughout the 18 months.

How will your participation in this program benefit our church?
Though I can’t predict all outcomes, it is my prayer and expectation that this “deep dive” into the ministry of helping people explore their relationship with God and discern the movements of Holy Spirit in their lives will have a ripple effect in our congregation. In addition, more and more seekers and newcomers to faith are looking for spiritual direction , even before they step foot in a church.

Is spiritual direction the same as therapy, but with a religious focus?
Spiritual direction is not therapy. Fundamentally, spiritual direction is an act of prayer. It is an act of intentional availability to God on the part of both the director and the one receiving direction, with the assumption that Holy Spirit is the real “director”. Spiritual direction or companionship is a guided conversation about a person’s spiritual life. While spiritual directors are trained to listen carefully to those seeking their help, the focus is on prayer and contemplation, not the treatment of mental health issues.

Will you please pray for me as I embark on this meaningful path? I’m eager to see what God will do.

Peace and grace,

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