Monday, March 2, 2015
I remember well watching episodes of Star Trek at my friend Kevin's house when we were in junior and senior high school. I was always intrigued by the way Gene Roddenberry and his team of writers managed to weave social commentary into what was basically a Western set in outer space. I loved it!
Like many fans of the series and the numerous subsequent spin-offs and movies, I was especially intrigued by Spock. His ability to remain cool and logical in all situations (well most all) was enviable. Yet even then I realized his dedication to logic sometimes got in the way of a real relationship, for love is often illogical at best!
Which brings me back to Myers-Briggs. If you are unfamiliar with Myers-Briggs, it is an inventory of personality traits which is loosely based on Jungian psychology. It measures preferences in terms of how we like to interact with the world. It does by positing four sets of dichotomies. The one in question is called Thinking-Feeling. How do you make decisions. Do you use logic and reason, or are your decisions primarily based on how you or others will feel about the results? "Mr. Spock," I tell folks, "was the ultimate thinker. Dr. McCoy, the ultimate feeler. And Captain Kirk, somewhere in the middle."
The amazing thing is that I've been using Myers-Briggs for over thirty years--and that illustration still holds up. No matter their age, folks seem to know the characters and the show (or at least the movies). A show made when I was in high school in the sixties!
"Live long and prosper," Spock used to say. A good wish for all humans--Vulcans too, I guess--regardless of their personality type!
Thursday, February 26, 2015
High season is both a bane and a blessing. It means longer waits at restaurants and horrendous traffic. I live just over two miles from the church and some nights it takes me forty-five minutes to get home! But high season also means pews are full and all our folks are here. On balance, I love high season!
It is probably trite, even clichéd, to observe that life often works that way. But like most clichés it is rooted in truth. Over and over again I have discovered that with every challenging thing in life there is a corresponding joy. Of course that's easier to say in a vacuum than it is to affirm in the midst of the challenge itself!
It's not just a matter of positive thinking, however. It is also a matter of being willing to take on the challenges. Somewhere I read recently that there is a significant difference between optimism and hope. I think this bane/blessing, challenge/joy thing may be at the core of that truth. I know some things will not end well or the way I want them to turn out. But that doesn't mean all is lost. That doesn't mean there can't be some joy in the midst of it.
Of course, I might feel otherwise when I'm driving home tonight. But, hey, at least gas is cheaper these days!
Monday, December 22, 2014
The service is rather simple. A scripture reading, a soloist singing "O Holy Night," carol singing, candle lighting and a telling of the Nativity Story. The story telling falls to me--and I try to make it accessible for young and old alike., Some years I even invite the congregation to add appropriate sound effects. I don't know what the sea birds think about the mooing and bleating, but so it goes!
Just off shore there are usually a few boats anchored in the shallows, crew members singing as well. Our bulletin/song sheet, includes admonitions to cart out any garbage and to be careful of the fragile sea grasses. A very generous couple in the congregation underwrites our expenses, include parking control, so that the entire evening's offering can go to support two local social service agencies.
The gospels would suggest that Jesus often told stories by the shore. And some of his crowds were estimated to be much, much larger than our crowd--in a day long before amplifiers and microphones! I have often assumed that folks in front repeated the stories to those behind who could not hear. Perhaps that is how the oral traditions about Jesus that undergird the scriptures got started.
Later in the evening, I'll be inside, in the confines of our beautiful sanctuary, where once again (though in a formal way) we will retell the story and sing the songs and light candles. But in or out, the story is so simple that it transcends time and place.
As you hear it again, don't forget to pass it on. Don't forget to retell it someone else. Share it with a child, or a friend, or a stranger who longs to know God cares. For that above all else is what the story means: God cares enough to be with us, among us, in us.
Have a blessed Christmas!
Thursday, December 18, 2014
I used to wonder as I drove past that sign if it really was an effective form of advertising. Sure, it was an attention-getter, and one doesn't easily forget the billboard itself, but for the life of me I can't remember what was being advertised. The method, the medium, was so controversial that the message itself has been lost! Thirty-five years later I remember the billboard, but not the product being promoted!
I think that is often what happens when we consider the nativity story. Mary is visited by an angel who tells her that she is going to give birth to the Messiah. When Mary questions how this can happen, after all she is a virgin, the angel tells her: Nothing is impossible with God.
The important fact of the announcement is who is going to be born--not how that is going to happen! But we get so hung up on debating what the story says or doesn't say about the virgin birth, that we often overlook its central affirmation: the one to be born is the Saviour. Like that billboard in Maine, too often we focus on the medium, rather than the message.
Monday, December 8, 2014
I'm reminded of the story about the holiday traveler who plopped his case down at the ticket counter, and noticed a bit of mistletoe above the scales. "Why is that there?" he asked the ticket agent. The agent smirked. "So you can kiss your luggage goodbye!"
No wonder folks at airports are rarely at their best! I've heard angry customers rip ticket agents to shreds. I've seen people bump and push their way through lines like they were the only person in the world who needed to get somewhere.
According to Jason Barger, a consultant a frequent flyer, the general atmosphere at airports makes them perfect places to hone one's skills as a peacemaker. A few years back he decided to spend seven consecutive days and nights in the air travel system to see how people respond to the stress and anxiety of flying. He kept a journal, noting all that he observed. "I started thinking, maybe the airport . . . is where we could start thinking about beginning a more civil and graceful society." (New York Times, 12-2-08, B4) Instead of jumping up when the captain turns off the no seat belt signs and cramming the aisle with everybody else at the end of the flight, we could just stay seated, and let the frenzy go by. Instead of jostling for the best position at the baggage carousel, we could just stand back and wait calmly for the bags. As we live with a greater measure of peace and serenity, he reasons, it will influence others.
Barger's premise is really quite simple. If we want to have peace in our lives, "we just need to smart small . . . [We can] . . . change the world, by the way be live at the airport." (Ibid)
Just a thought in this busy season of the year!
Monday, December 1, 2014
So what are we to do about it? The complaints that Christmas has gotten too commercialized are nothing new. I'm sixty-one, and I don't remember a time when somebody didn't complain about shopping and such pushing aside the Christ child. And as for Advent. Well there's a lost cause for you if ever there was one! Most folks probably think it's a new prescription medication. Take two Advents and call me in the morning. But beware, it can cause internal bleeding, drowsiness and in rare cases a prolonged sense of yearning.
OK--now that I've gotten that out of my system, maybe I can focus on a serious word or two about this time of year, this holy season called Advent. Every preacher worth his or her salt speaks of patience and watching and waiting in these weeks leading up to Christmas. Yet this is so very counter-cultural! We are not a patient people. Just sit two seconds to long after the light turns green and you'll understand what I mean! We want things now. And as for watching and waiting. Please! We see so much in this visual age that we miss most everything in sight!
But such are the bywords of the season. Watch. Wait. Be patient. I hope (another good Advent word) that I can do just that. Not because I am overly eager for presents and the other stuff of Christmas, but because I yearn for peace and joy and love. Maybe a good dose of Advent is just what I need.
Monday, November 24, 2014
A recently released study based on a federal survey says 49 million Americans are "food insecure." In some 324 counties, one in five residents. That means going hungry, eating less than is needed, or eating nutritionally inadequate meals due to financial constraints. In other words, 49 million Americans are undernourished, malnourished, or simply hungry. (USA Today, April 20, 2014, 5B)
We hear about hunger in America every year at this time. And for a few brief days--sometimes weeks--we do fairly well at applying band aids to the problem. We hold Thanksgiving dinners for the poor. We take up food collections for soup kitchens and food pantries. We pack up Thanksgiving baskets for needy families. And that is all well and good. Very good. But let's not fool ourselves. It doesn't solve the problem. These are all wonderful acts of charity--but they are not really acts of justice. Justice works to resolve the underlying inequities. And while a basket of goodies or a hot meal in the church basement may fill a belly for a day, it doesn't begin to resolve the ongoing issue of hunger in America.
Let's be honest. For those of us who think in theological terms, it is a societal sin. I don't like to throw around such words needlessly, but the fact that there are children (and adults) who don't have enough to eat, or the right things to eat, or anything to eat at all, is unconscionable. And the answer doesn't lie in opening more food pantries or soup kitchens. The answer lies in working towards full employment. The answer lies in addressing the minimum wage issue. The answer lies in making it easier for supermarkets and other purveyors of good food to open stores in the inner cities.
This Thanksgiving, as you and I sit at our tables laden with good food, let us recommit ourselves to working towards the goal of food security for all Americans.