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“Lord, is this the time when you will restore the kingdom of Israel?”  Jesus replied,
“It is not for you to know the times or periods that the Father has set by his own authority. 
But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you;
and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth.”
– Acts 1:6-8

Beloved of God,

Well, we’re still here—in spite of the latest prediction of the world’s demise. (This one by Christian radio broadcaster Harold Camping.)  What does that mean?  Apparently, God’s plan for SHALOM isn’t complete, and God still has work for the church to do.  Surprise, surprise.

Jesus promised the Spirit would be unleashed in the world.  So, where do we look to find evidence of the Holy Spirit’s work with/through/and among God’s faithful people?  The last month has provided some poignant and powerful examples.  If you were in worship last Sunday, May 29th, you experienced one of them.  Little Maeve, age 4, couldn’t contain herself when she heard the melody for a song she knew begin playing during communion.  She skipped down the aisle to the Lord’s Table in her irrepressible way singing it, “Jesus loves me this I know.” And then, after we all had received a taste of that love, she piped up from the back corner of the nave—this time solo—singing the song which so filled her being that the rest of us couldn’t help but join in singing it once more! “Yes, Jesus loves me!…”

Worship on May 15th took us to the other end of the “youth” spectrum, with high school and middle school youth taking on many of the leadership roles within our worship service.  Among them were seniors Elizabeth Menstell and Sofia Wagner who, with some help from freshman Lucille Bermes, delivered one powerful sermon on Good Shepherd Sunday. Who will soon forget Sofia’s image of God’s care for us, aptly illustrated by way of her own experience as the caretaker of a trio of flighty, hair-infesting chickens:

“You know what? Even if “the birds” (as we call them at my house) are misbehaving, I’m still going to take care of them. When I signed up for this, I knew what I was getting into. I knew that they wouldn’t always be so cute and innocent, but I’m still going to nurture and care for them…For me, that’s how God is. It’s easy to know that God loves good people… or innocent people… or godly people… but they aren’t the only ones. He’s still there when we mess up. And we’re going to mess up. We ARE messed up. He might not like what we do sometimes, but He’ll never turn away from us.”

Or Elizabeth, summarizing her journey toward choosing a college and preparing for life’s next adventure:

“Our favorite leader of the protestant revolution, Martin Luther, once said ‘I have held many things in my hands, and I have lost them all; but whatever I have placed in God’s hands, that I still possess.’  With…our future in our shepherd’s hands, green pastures are sure to be found. Whether those pastures are a university, the decision of public, private, or homeschool for our kids, a job, or an assisted-living residence, we can be sure that our lives can be secure with trust in God…We may not know where we are going or maybe even why, but our Good Shepherd does and it’s His voice that we are to follow. … With trust in our shepherd, this time does not have to be scary but can be exhilarating.”   (To read the full text of the sermon on our website, follow this link.) 

See what I mean?  There are other signs, for sure, daily ones—if we only learn to recognize them.  For often enough they come incognito—hidden—as God himself once came. Our task is not to make predictions about when it all will end, or to judge who will find joy and who will find sorrow on that day.  Our task is to keep reminding each other and anyone else who will listen that God is not finished with us yet; that there is still time to love and forgive, to hope and to sing.

This month marks, for me, the 25th anniversary of ordination to Word and Sacrament ministry.  There were many things that drew me to service in Christ’s church.  First among them was the conviction that against the backdrop of harrowing need and profound brokenness, the world needed to hear—to experience—the healing presence of God-with-us.  Through the years it’s been my privilege to bear that message, earthen vessel that I am.  Over and again I’ve also been blessed to be on the receiving end from too many people to count.  Whether in brief, fleeting moments or via broad, sustained ministries, the Spirit of God uses it—uses us—all, credentialed and uncredentialed—to get the word out that he’s in love with the world and determined to stick with us, come hell and high water; and by golly, we—chosen and precious, sinner and saint—ought to do the same.

With hope and gratitude,

Pastor Erik

The risen Christ, who walks on wounded feet from garden tomb through darkened city street,
unlocks the door of grief, despair, and fear, and speaks a work of peace to all who hear.
 
The risen Christ, who stands with wounded side, breathes out his Spirit on them to abide
whose faith still wavers, who dare not believe; new grace, new strength, new purpose they receive.
 
The risen Christ, who breaks with wounded hand the bread for those who fail to understand,
reveals himself, despite their ling’ring tears, enflames their hearts, then quickly disappears.
 
May we, Christ’s body, walk and serve and stand with those oppressed in this and ev’ry land,
till all are blessed and can a blessing be, restored in Christ to true humanity.
  – Nigel Weaver, Evangelical Lutheran Worship #390

Beloved of God,

Christ is risen!  Alleluia!  What a joy to utter these words once and ever more.  The tomb the women came to see is empty; the body they came to tend is gone.  What can this mean?  During the seven weeks of the Easter season we explore that question and its myriad permutations.  We hear how the risen Jesus came speaking “peace” to a disciple community huddled in fear.  We watch as the risen Lord companions two travelers on the road to Emmaus, opening the Scriptures to them and, finally, opening their eyes in the breaking of the bread.  We witness the transformation of a fledgling community proclaiming Christ’s resurrection and embodying the Way of life he taught.  And we ask, how will the resurrection of Jesus give shape and purpose to my life and to the life we share together in the community of faith?

The momentum for mission conveyed in Matthew’s final chapter and in Luke’s second volume—The Acts of the Apostles–testifies with bold, powerful strokes to the power which Christ’s resurrection and the gift of the Spirit unleash in the world.  On one level, these witnesses make the whole story of our faith’s founding sound automatic; as easy as falling off a log.  But a careful look shows us there is more to it than that.  For example, when Matthew tells how the eleven apostles gathering with Jesus in Galilee after his resurrection, he writes:  “When they saw him, they worshiped him; but some doubted.”  [Mt 28:17]  It would have been so easy for Matthew to leave out the part about “doubt,” but he includes it.  Why?  Perhaps in part to tell those of us who come to the story generations later that grappling with doubt comes with the territory of faith.

Nigel Weaver’s marvelous hymn (above) captures beautifully the process by which followers of Christ—both ancient and modern—come to faith.  Often enough it is through fits and starts.  Nonetheless, because of Christ’s faithful commitment to those whose “faith still wavers,” who “fail to understand,” God’s mission abides.

As we engage our RE/VISION process in earnest this month here at Peace, we do well to remember from whence the impulse to be about God’s work with our hands comes—ever and always from the Risen One.  You’ll note elsewhere in this edition some specifics about opportunities to join with other Peace people at specific “Listening Posts” which have been set up by the Re/Vision Task Force.  There are many new faces and voices in our congregation since the last Vision process in 2006.  We want to make certain all can bring their voices and ideas and promptings to one of these gatherings.  The greater the participation, the more authentic our process will be, and the better we’ll be able to articulate our call as a congregation to “walk and serve and stand” as servants of our risen Lord in a world in great need of hope, love, and healing .  Please check your calendar and sign up so that you will be able to participate in these important conversations as we develop our Vision for Mission for the coming 5-10 years.

Living in resurrection hope,

Pastor Erik

When Jesus arrived, he found that Lazarus had already been in the tomb four days…he said, “Take away the stone”…and he cried with a loud voice, “Lazarus, come out!” The dead man came out, his hands and feet bound with strips of cloth, and his face wrapped in a cloth. Jesus said to them, “Unbind him, and let him go.” – John 11:17, 39, 44

Beloved of God,

I don’t know about you, but I’m as eager as ever for Easter to arrive.  The tragic and depressing news that dominates the headlines these days—from Japan to Libya and points between—only increases my appetite for good news…and not a diversion or a fantasy, but the real thing.  It’s not that I expect suddenly on Easter that all that ails the world will magically be cured.  The gospels themselves testify to the fear and disorientation that attended the disciple community when they first heard news of an empty tomb.  It’s simply that when I look at all that’s happening around the world, and when I visit the bedsides of those, closer to home, for whom death draws near, my soul longs for the affirmation that this is not the end of it all.  I know I’m not alone in that hope.

During the three Sundays before Palm/Passion Sunday (April 17), our gospel lessons from St. John’s help us move toward that hope.  Each story—Jesus and the Samaritan woman, Jesus and the man born blind, Jesus and the raising of Lazarus—gives us insight into who Jesus is and how God’s work in him brings new hope and possibilities to skeptical, world-weary minds.  Each story speaks to the process of transformation that attends our lives in Christ.  And each story has profound baptismal significance.  Together they have served as the church’s “core curriculum” for centuries for those preparing for baptism at the Easter Vigil.

The last of these texts comes from the 11th chapter of John: the raising of Lazarus.  In the climax of this story, Jesus stands before the tomb, calls for the entrance stone to be removed, and calls Lazarus out by name.  Miraculously, frightfully, Lazarus comes out, still bound in his burial clothes.  This is no trick but the raw power of God.  Jesus has performed many signs: water into wine, sight for a blind man, healing of lepers and paralytics, loaves and fishes for multitudes; but this act of raising Lazarus is beyond them all.  And it’s too much for some people to take!  In the verses immediately succeeding this story, John tells us how the raising of Lazarus galvanizes those who oppose Jesus.  His act of wringing life from death is an act that will ironically lead directly to his own death.

Jesus’ instructions to “unbind Lazarus and let him go” are meant for the church to hear. Like Lazarus, we need both to be freed from the deadly powers of sin that form the walls of our tombs, and to be the ones Christ calls upon to unbind others and let them go.  The words we speak; our interactions with friends, family, stranger; how we respond to the binding forces of evil in our community and world—all these provide testimony on the question: are we living as those who have been freed by Christ and liberated to be agents of hope and service in his world?

As we accompany Christ on the journey toward the cross in these final weeks, as we see him being lifted up on the cross for the sake of the world, and as we enter into the astonishing surprise of his resurrection, we are called to place all our trust in the one God who has the power to bring us from death to life; to unbind us and let us go.

While the disaster in Japan and the burgeoning conflict in Libya trade headlines.  While Egypt’s transformation and continued calls for democratic reforms echo within the Arab world.  While enemies of light stalk each other in Israel, Afghanistan and Iraq.  While the sinkhole which is our state budget claims more victims, and while we continue to haggle over the Tunnel, tolls, and taxes, Christ’s faithful community celebrates the true life—the only life—which has the power to interrupt the litany of death.

I can’t wait for Easter; for the privilege of proclaiming: CHRIST IS RISEN!—HE IS RISEN INDEED, ALLELUIA!

Blessings on the way.

Pastor Erik


“As many of you as were baptized into Christ have clothed yourselves with Christ.” – Galatians 3:27

Beloved of God,

It’s become a favorite of our children and their friends.  Whenever they bring playmates over, they inevitably head for the basement.  That’s where all the cool stuff is: a growing Legos collection, an assortment of puppets, a wooden railroad set, a child’s kitchen, and—the best prize of all—the dress up trunk.

Chris and I acquired the trunk at a LATCH auction a couple years back.* A team of folks had taken it upon themselves to fill the trunk to the brim with dress up clothes designed to evoke imaginative play in young minds: high heeled shoes of great variety; party dresses, fancy hats, vests and ties, sequined blouses, even a feather boa.  (Yes, it was weighted toward female tastes…)  It was the one thing that caught our imaginations, so when its number came up, up went our bid card, and—surprise—we ended the evening shoe-horning a huge steamer trunk into the back seat of our compact!

The thing about playing dress up is that when kids don new clothes, they not only try on a different look, they try on a different identity, too.  They “make believe.”  We love this exercise because it allows us to glimpse areas of our kids’ personalities that might otherwise be hidden.  Whatever issues they may to be wrestling with at that moment in their lives come out in the ensuing dialog, and we learn something new about what’s happening at their core.

In the passage above from Galatians, Paul uses the term, “clothing yourselves in Christ” or “putting on Christ” as a metaphor for baptism.  What does this mean? Brother Martin says PUTTING ON CHRIST has two meanings: First, to “put on Christ” means to imitate the example of Christ—to want to be like him.  Second, to “put on Christ” means to cross the threshold to a whole new world where Christ becomes our garment.

In our worship life this month we make a turn from the season of Light to the season of Lent, and in that turning we mark a RE-turn to the roots of our faith life, to our baptism. When we step forward to receive the ashen cross on our foreheads, we hear the words: “Remember that you are dust and to dust you shall return.”  What kind of clothes do people who are made of dust wear?  Adam’s clothes…Eve’s.

“We were dressed in the leather garment of Adam,” Luther wrote, “which is a deadly garment and the clothing of sin….The “old person”…must be put off with all his activities so that from [children] of Adam we may be changed into [children] of God.  This does not happen by a change of clothing… but by the rebirth that takes place in baptism….For in those who have been baptized a new light and flame arises; new and devout emotions come into being, such as fear and trust in God and hope, and a new will emerges.  This is that it means to put on Christ properly, truly, and according to the Gospel.” [1]

When we begin our life journey as human beings, our first clothing is that of Adam and Eve.  But in the great Bath at the font that ragged outfit is exchanged for a completely new wardrobe!  We “put on Christ”—and that changes everything—changes it for us, and it changes for God.  When we look in the mirror we no longer see the old person, we see a new self.  And not only do we see a new person, God does too.   When we “put on Christ” in baptism, we become—in the eyes of God—a beloved son or daughter through and through, the old Adam, the old Eve, are gone.

Being clothed in Christ changes the way we see, too.  God issues us new eyes.  When we look at one another through those eyes, we see the Christ in each other.  All the personality quirks and pet peeves that bother us move to the background.  Even the old boundaries that used to define us: gender, race, ethnicity, define us no longer.  Not that they disappear, but the envy, hate, prejudice, are put aside.

When Kai and Naomi put on dress up clothes, they take on new identities.  The process works its way in from the outside…but it only lasts for a while before their attention turns to other things.  When we are baptized, Christ works on us from the inside out, and we are gifted with an identity and equipped with a way to see the world that has staying power through all of life’s stages.

An invitation: as we make our turn into the season of Lent, spend some portion of these 40 days puzzling over what it means for you to “put on Christ.”  Then, choose a practice that will remind you of that identity each day.

Joy for the journey.

Pastor Erik

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*LATCH stands for Lutheran Alliance to Create Housing, a precursor to the Compass Housing Alliance.

[1] Luther’s Works, Volume 26: Lectures on Galatians.  Pp. 352-353.

Jesus sent his twelve harvest hands out with this charge:
“Don’t begin by traveling to some far-off place to convert unbelievers.
And don’t try to be dramatic by tackling some public enemy.
Go to the lost, confused people right here in the neighborhood.
Tell them that the kingdom is here.  Bring health to the sick.  Raise the dead.
Touch the untouchables.  Kick out the demons.
You have been treated generously, so live generously.”
– Matthew 10:5-8, The Message
Beloved of God,

All that remains is the doing. We’ve said our piece.  Expressed our opinions. Given voice to our anxieties.  Articulated our principles and perspectives. Our annual meeting in January had more passionate speech than any other in the six years of my tenure at Peace.  This is a good thing. We muddled through together, and I’m grateful for that. I’ve always been nervous at the lack of conversation about budgets at previous meetings.  Silence in the face of the choices and priorities embodied in a budget is not a good thing.

Well…no worries this time around!

It can be a sign of good health when members of a community define their positions—especially when the positions aren’t universally  shared—and at the same time stay connected.  Exercising these “muscles” in this “body of Christ” can be a stretching experience.   It may leave us feeling a bit sore, but in the end it will make us stronger as long as we take care of each other during the process.  When we exercise our gifts to build up the body (rather than tearing it down), the whole body benefits; it helps to build our collective “immune system” and to strengthen us against the kind of threats that can weaken or even destroy communities.  So we keep on growing…we keep on learning…we build our resilience…we grow more capacity for the tasks ahead.

The images we saw on the screen at our meeting, the numbers on paper, the words on the pages of our annual reports, the names of the newly elected to council and task force—all these count, all these matter.  But they are—all of them—PRELUDE.  Now that the meeting is over, the show, the liturgy, the dance (abun-dance?), the mission commences. All that remains is the doing; all that remains is putting it into practice—putting our talent and energy where our heart is, and our money where our mouth is; doing “God’s work” with “our hands;” practicing what we preach.  Are you ready for that?!

When Jesus sent his apprentices off on their first mission trip they were still wet-behind-the-ears learners.  They had mastered nothing.  In fact, much of what he’d taught them they failed to understand.  But Jesus didn’t hold them back for more course work; he didn’t keep them in school until a more appropriate time.  No—he sent them out, knowing that it was in the doing that they would learn the most about themselves, their gifts and limitations, the world’s hunger for wholeness, and the unbelievable power that belongs to all who are companioned by the Spirit of God.  Jesus set basic boundaries around where his apprentices should go and what they should be about, and then he sent them off.  That’s where we are.  All that remains (all!) is the doing.

In her provocative book, Jesus Freak, Sara Miles asks, “what would it mean to live as if you—and everyone around you—were Jesus, and filled with his power?  To just take his teachings literally, go out the front door of your home, and act on them?”  “Jesus,” she writes, “does not, anywhere in the Gospels, spend too much time calling his people to have feelings, or ideas, or opinions.  He calls us to act: hear these words of mine, and act on them.”

Time to get crackin’.

Pastor Erik

Sara Miles, Jesus Freak. (San Francisco: Jossey-Bass, 2010) pp. ix, xiv

For you shall go out in joy, and be led forth in peace;
The mountains and the hills before you shall burst into song,
and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.” – Isaiah 55:12

Beloved of God,

The New Year is here—wanna dance? I certainly feel like it!  What gets me there?  Lots of things.  There’s that old Fred Astaire film we watched over Christmas break (how does he make it look so easy?), and the Celtic jam sessions that have us jumping and whirling regularly on our family room floor; there’s the glee on Naomi’s face at her 3rd birthday party New Year’s Eve, and that rare, sun-kissed bicycle ride on New Year’s Day.  And then, dear friends, there’s your response to December’s CLOSE THE GAP invitation—a response which left me (again) humbled by the abundance of God filtered through the generosity of God’s people (you all) for extraordinary ends (God’s mission).

ABUN-DANCE…it’s right there in the word. A DANCE that ABOUNDS…that’s what God is about. Doesn’t it make you want to dance, too?

The 55th chapter of Isaiah is one long lyric of abun-dance, beginning with the shout-out in verse 1—
“HO! EVERYONE WHO THIRSTS COME TO THE WATERS; AND YOU THAT HAVE NO MONEY, COME, BUY AND EAT!”
—to the closing verses where all nature sings, dances and claps in celebration of God’s abundant graciousness.  Such a DANCE may not be where some of us naturally tend to go…but it’s where God goes in Isaiah, and it’s where God ends up in Jesus—the Lord of the Dance—who “left it all on the floor” and invites us to do the same.

In a recent synod article, Bishop Chris Boerger shared the experience he and his wife DeDe had during their sabbatical sojourn in South Africa last summer.  Listen to his story:
We had occasion to worship at the Lutheran Church in Edendale… This was the shortest 3.5 hour service of worship I have ever experienced. There were no musical instruments in the building, but the singing was in four-part harmony and was amazing… The point of this story is to reflect on the eleven offerings that took place.
It should be noted that Edendale as a township is a place where the poor live. At the time of the offering, plastic containers were placed in front of the congregation. The church council was invited to come forward with their offering while the congregation sang an African song. As the music started, the council danced forward to give their offerings. After the song was finished the next song was announced and the Sunday School children danced forward with their offering.  Each group was accompanied with a different song. The older men, then the older women, the young men, young women, those who worked in the service industries, those who had a job, those who had a car, the youth of the congregation and finally those who wanted to help pay for the bread and wine used in communion danced forward with their offerings.
This was an act of worship. It was the community joyously sharing, dancing at the opportunity to share in the work of God in their lives, their community, and their church… I learned anew the fact that our offerings are part of our worship. In these days of economic uncertainty, we too often treat our offerings as a business transaction or a bill to pay. The church is just another way we use our discretionary income. For the people of this congregation in South Africa, the offering was part of their worship experience. It was their turn to respond to what God was doing in their lives. We have much to learn from our sisters and brothers in South Africa. The joy of sharing in God’s work is just one of them. Shall we dance?

“You have turned my mourning into dancing; you have taken off my sackcloth and clothed me with joy!”
– Psalm 30:11
During the final month of the year, as we celebrated the advent of the Light of the world—our fiscal slog through red ink was transformed into a dance; an ABUN-DANCE.  Amazing.  So how does it feel to be an instrument of God’s work?  Wanna dance?
Pastor Erik

Be patient, therefore, beloved, until the coming of the Lord. – James 5:7

To Those Who Await Immanuel,

As we begin December the pace of our community life and our personal lives gets turned up a notch.  There’s always more going on that we can reasonably expect to be a part of!  The modern world has done everything in its power to make the countdown to Christmas into a frenetic free-for-all, coaxing us on hectic shopping outings, sowing the seeds of unreasonable expectation, encouraging us to believe that material goods can satisfy spiritual hungers.  Infused in all this in times of economic stress is the sense that we’ll never reach these expectations or match our experiences of the past.

News out of Portland last week of the foiled plot of a radicalized young Somali immigrant to detonate a bomb at Portland’s annual Christmas Tree lighting event adds an additional layer of fear to the season this year.  And as conflicts continue unabated around the world, and the enormous costs of war—by every measure—continue to rise, there is a mounting sense of the intractability of the challenges facing our nation and world.  Oh! That God would hasten the day when swords are beaten into plowshares and nations study war no more! (Isaiah 2:4)

Where is the antidote to this death-dealing mixture of consumerism, fear, and longing to be found?  The response to this question, for people of faith, begins with our worship life during Advent.  Gathering under the promises of God in Christ, we are summoned to hear God’s word of hope and then to act as people possessed by that hope.  Good hymnody helps us get there. One of the newer Advent hymns to which I’m drawn speaks honestly and powerfully about our human experience and the promise which keeps hope alive.  Written by William Gay, it reads:[1]

Each winter as the year grows older, we each grow older too.
The chill sets in a little colder; the verities we knew seem shaken and untrue.
When race and class cry out for treason, when sirens call for war,
they over-shout the voice of reason and scream ‘till we ignore all we held dear before.
Yet I believe beyond believing, that life can spring from death;
that growth can flower from our grieving; that we can catch our breath and turn transfixed by faith.
So even as the sun is turning to journey to the north,
the living flame, in secret burning, can kindle on the earth and bring Gods love to birth.

That “YET” at the beginning of the third verse is the fulcrum upon which our life as people of faith turns; that “YET” is Christ. The world tells us that the present, as uncertain as it is, is more certain than the future; that the future is up for grabs; therefore, get all you can while the getting’s good.  But the revelation of God in the Scriptures is that the future is held firmly in the grasp of the Lord of Love!  Because this is so, we can live each day of the volatile present time fully and confidently in the light of Christ’s coming reign.  Placing our trust in the God who owns the future, we find our present, too, transformed; tentativeness and fear are transmuted into confidence, peace, and joy.  Being grounded in such hope as this is the only real antidote to today’s anxieties and compulsions.

As we make and carry out holiday plans and gather with family and special friends, let us choose to keep Christ at the center of our Christmas celebrations, our eyes ever drawn to the mystery and wonder of the holy Child within the manger—God with us—now, and to the end of the ages.

Your servant in hope,

Pastor Erik


[1] Text: William Gray, alt. Music: Annabeth Gay © 1971 United Church Press.  Published in With One Voice, (Minneapolis: Augsburg Fortress, 1995) hymn #628.

You do well to be attentive to this as to a lamp shining in a dark place,
until the day dawns and the morning star rises in your hearts.  – 2 Peter 1:19

Beloved of God,

Daylight is growing more precious these days, as the time of the sun’s setting slips before 6pm and the sun’s angle continues its slow descent.  No more cycling after supper; no more evening walks at sunset.  One month ago the sun’s arc here rose to 39˚above the horizon; now its position is 29˚, halfway to the low point of 19˚ it will achieve on the winter solstice.  On November 7th, All Saints Sunday (and the end of daylight savings time), we’ll lose an hour’s light in one fell swoop.  It always feels like a descent to me, this movement into darkness, accentuated this year by the forecast of an El Niña winter, with plenty of lowland rain and mountain snow.  It was in large part for this reason that our gas fireplace was recently repaired.  When, in the wake of storms, the outages come, we’ll have a place of warmth to huddle around.

As a young man in Minnesota, I loved venturing out during the wildest storms Mother Nature could conjure.  Bundled in robust clothing, I trekked into the gaping maw of the beast, awed and exhilarated as the storm propelled me into the experience its dark fury.  After such a foray, returning to the light and warmth of home and hearth was a revelation.  Ah!  What grace!  What wonder!  What gratitude!  Little did I know that the vocation for which God was preparing me would lead me to traverse some of the most sublime and tortured territory of the human soul.

In his potent little book, Let Your Life Speak: Listening for the Life of Vocation, Parker Palmer writes:

Most of us arrive at a sense of self and vocation only after a long journey through alien lands…a transformative journey—full of hardships, darkness, and peril—to a sacred center … But before we come to that center, full of light, we must travel in the dark. Darkness is not the whole of the story, but it is the part of the story most often left untold…Many young people today journey in the dark, as the young always have, and we elders do them a disservice when we withhold the shadowy parts of our lives. [p.18]

Palmer has the Scriptures on his side.  One of the blessings of our faith tradition is the wisdom our spiritual ancestors expressed in not removing or sanitizing experiences of the dark side from the stories they preserved and passed on to us, but including them, so they can stand as markers for us as we, too, embark on this “journey toward joining the human race.” 

In the dwindling light of November we mark two feast days: All Saints Sunday, in which we recall the legacy of folks—some of whom we know—who kept the faith often through dark and turbulent times and often despite their own failures and misgivings; and Christ the King Sunday.  Ironically, the gospel text which founds our faith in Christ’s reign is the scene of Jesus’ crucifixion.  Suspended helplessly between heaven and earth, suffering, bleeding, suffocating; surrounded by mockers who can’t get enough of this comeuppance, Jesus is the antithesis of a king. Yet, even as hope vanishes and darkness descends, Jesus speaks “promise” to the shadowy criminal whose life, like his own, is about to meet an ignoble end.  “Today,” Jesus promises, “you will be with me in Paradise.” [Luke 22:43]

We don’t know much about the life of Jesus prior to his baptism and the beginning of his public ministry, but I can well imagine a young man who, like young people before him and since, had to come to terms with the “shadowy parts” of his life before he could come to that “center, full of light,” which was his true vocation. 

The One we worship as King did not count equality with God as something to be exploited but emptied himself, even to the point of death on a cross.  He has experienced human darkness in its fiercest forms.  Whatever shadows and dark places we have or will endure, we can be confident he has been there before us and will go there with us once again—to hell and back.  We do well to be attentive to this as to a lamp shining in a dark place, until the day dawns and the morning star rises in our hearts. 

Blessings on the way,

Pastor Erik

And the Lord said…will not God grant justice to his chosen ones who cry to him day and night?  Will he delay long in helping them? I tell you, he will quickly grant justice to him.  And yet, when the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on earth? ~ Luke 18:6-8

Beloved of God,
In a book of his collected prayers, Awed to Heaven, Rooted to Earth, Walter Brueggemann addresses God thus: [1]
You are the God who is simple, direct, clear with us and for us.
You have committed yourself to us.
You have said yes to us in creation,
yes to us in our birth,
yes to us in our baptism,
yes to us in our awakening this day.
But we are of another kind,
more accustomed to “perhaps, maybe, we’ll see,”
left in wonderment and ambiguity.
We live our lives not back to your yes,
but out of our endless “perhaps.”

How hard it is to offer an unequivocal YES! to God’s invitation to entrust our lives completely to him, to being Christ to our neighbor, to being the light on the hill. We like to keep our options open; to have an escape route ready in case things don’t work out.  We prefer to wait until all the data is in before we plant our feet and say “Here I stand.” The problem, of course, is that the data is never all in.  And so our “maybe” becomes “never.”

This month, on October 17th, we have an opportunity to say YES! to God and neighbor by becoming participants in Bread for the World’s Offering of Letters campaign.  Annually, the Bread for the World organization invites individuals, congregations and organizations to join together as advocates on a particular hunger related issue that impacts people in this country and around the world.  Folks are encouraged to exercise their faith and their citizenship by authoring letters to their congressional delegation in support of specific legislative initiatives.

This year the issue is taxes. (Yes, taxes.)  Specifically, changes in tax policies that address the growing poverty in the United States.  Nearly one in four children lives in a family that struggles to get enough to eat.  Because of rising unemployment, a record number of Americans are receiving help from the Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program (formerly called food stamps).  But in spite of this, for most families, food stamps provide only enough food to get through the first three weeks of the month. Too often, parents must choose between paying the rent and providing food for their children.  That’s why Bread for the World is urging Congress to protect and strengthen the Earned Income Tax Credit and the Child Tax Credit. These tax credits are critical to helping families make ends meet, but they will expire this year.

Throughout the fall in the First Lessons in worship we have heard in the voices of the prophets God’s advocacy on behalf of the poor and vulnerable and God’s dismay over those who neglect them or bring them harm.  On October 17th, we will have the opportunity to educate ourselves about a specific issue, and then take action by putting pen to paper in a fundamental exercise of the rights and privileges of citizenship.  This is a first of us at Peace; an idea which grew out of the joint Peace/Calvary women’s retreat of last spring.  What a great opportunity to teach the next generations how to find and use their voices for the sake of our neighbors near and far.  I hope you’ll join us that day, beginning with an intergenerational gathering at 9:15 am in the fellowship hall.

Brueggemann’s prayer concludes:

So we pray for your mercy this day that we may live yes back to you,
yes with our time,
yes with our money,
yes with our sexuality,
yes with our strength and with our weakness,
yes to our neighbor,
yes and no longer “perhaps.”
In the name of your enfleshed yes to us,
even Jesus who is our yes into your future.  Amen.

Amen indeed!

Pastor Erik


[1] Awed to Heaven, Rooted to Earth: Prayers of Walter Brueggemann. Edwin Searcy, editor.  (Minneapolis: Fortress Press, 2003), p. 91.
God’s word is our great heritage and shall be ours forever,
To spread its light from to age shall be our chief endeavor.
Through life it guides our way; in death it is our stay.

Lord, grant while time shall last your church may hold it fast,
throughout all generations.
~ Nikolai Grundtvig, 1783-1872

Beloved,

As I write to you this first day of September, news of two deaths is reverberating within me:  the death last week of a spiritual mentor, Bill Smith of Luther Seminary, and the death of Peace member Ken Nordsletten early this morning.

I met Bill my senior year at seminary when I enrolled in his pastoral care class.  He was the only professor I’ve ever had who gave away his power by handing out his complete lecture notes so we could be freed up from note-taking and pay attention at the deeper level to what he was trying to teach us.  Outside of class Bill met with us in small groups to introduce us to a way of praying that could undergird our lives and ministries.  For years Bill and his wife Anita would rise early and after sharing the Eucharist together would recall the names of all Bill’s students—both past and current—looking with Christ at each of them and their families and interceding for them as a way to enter each day.  Bill has been a spiritual anchor for me through difficult times and a man who embodied God’s grace more fully than any one else I have known.  The intercessory version of the Lord’s Prayer he taught attends all my prayers for you, dear friends.  Bill’s humble, compassionate approach to life has touched the lives of generations of seminarians and church leaders.  Soli Deo Gloria!

Our brother Ken Nordsletten left us so quickly—his quiet, steady, and faithful presence at Peace will be missed greatly!  We extend our love and care to Marge and Ken’s family.  Never comfortable in the limelight, Ken was nonetheless involved in significant ways in ministry at Peace and in the larger community—particularly through the Millionair Club.  When I found out about his talent with wood, he became a “go-to” guy on various projects, including, in recent years, the candle boxes we use regularly in worship; the two credence tables which hold our communion elements each week and are used for baptisms and memorial services; the Fair Trade products shelf, and most recently the library cart which keeps our church library circulating.  All these were projects Ken undertook willingly at the request of myself and others. But the Psalmodikan, which resides in the glass case in the narthex, was Ken’s idea.  (If you don’t know what I’m talking about, find it in the narthex and read about this unique instrument and the place it held in worship for a generation of Christians.) He thought that even while the church continued to evolve new modes of worship and liturgy, we ought to maintain a connection to our heritage.

After learning about his terminal condition less than two weeks ago, Ken arrived quickly at the place where he could say: I’m ready to go…God’s will be done. He looked forward to his reunions with loved ones and his Lord. Would that all of us receive the gift of such a confident faith in the Word and promises of God! When we celebrated Holy Communion in the hospital for what became his final time I used the home communion kit he was commissioned by my wife Chris to make for me.

Danish hymnwriter Nikolai Grundtvig, whose life is commemorated on September 2, wrote hymns which have shaped the faith life of Christians for over a century: Built on a Rock, O Day Full of Grace, Bright & Glorious is the Sky, are among them.  The single stanza of his hymn God’s Word is Our Great Heritage (above) is a bold affirmation of faith in the one thing that will outlive all our earthly lives: the Word of God.  As we begin a new fall let us re-center our lives around the “life that truly is life,” celebrating with joy lives of faith which have shaped our own, and the opportunities we have been given to share Christ Jesus, God’s living Word, with the world.

Your fellow servant,

Pastor Erik

INTERCESSORY LORD’S PRAYER

Father, may your name be hallowed in the lives of each of these, your children.
Reign over them with your loving sovereignty.
Move, guide, and direct their wills until they are conformed to your will.
Give them this day holy gifts of your choosing as the bread of life.
Let them receive your forgiving love, that they might bear that love to others.
Guard and keep them in temptation, save them in times of trial, protect them from every evil power.
Fill them with gratitude and thanksgiving, knowing that you reign over all and in all,
and that to you belong all power and glory, now and forever.
Amen.