No Cinderellas in Kansas City

Yes, the Kansas City Royals just won the World Series. Last year they came within 90 feet of winning, and I wrote this to process my disappointment. “Rooting for something is good for the soul,” I urged, and among North American sports fan bases over the past three decades, few can claim better conditioned souls than Royals fans.

But today faces us with a new question: what does it do for your soul when the thing you’ve rooted for actually comes to pass? What is a spirituality of winning? I don’t have an answer for that; rooting for losers is a kind of my thing, and not only in sports (friends will recall my impassioned advocacy of Joe Biden for President in 2008).

The closest thing I have to an answer is a confidence that the slow, incremental manner in which the Royals became winners begs to be understood as an endorsement of a certain kind of longevity of purpose that has spiritual analogues.

The General Manager who constructed this championship roster was hired in the middle of the 2006 season, a season in which KC would lose 100 games and win only 62, and during Dayton Moore’s first two seasons the team improved. They won 69 games in 2007 and 75 games in 2008.

Then they regressed. The 2009 Royals won 10 fewer games than the year before. Those were dark nights of the Royals fan’s soul for sure, and if Moore had been fired by ownership after that season, few fans would have objected. His signature line–“Trust the process”–was firmly established as an empty platitude, just another way losers justify their losing.

But 2010 saw the beginning of a slow, steady march to the top, beginning with a meager two game improvement in 2010 (67 wins). Then this:

2011-71 wins

2012-72 wins

2013-86 wins

2014-89 wins, Wild Card Winner, American League Champs

2015-95 wins, Division Winner, American League Champs, World Series Champs

For six consecutive seasons, the Royals have won more games than the year before. The most dramatic improvement came in 2013, when the team improved its record by 14 games and nearly made the playoffs. But since then the improvement has been modest. Three more wins in 2014; six more wins in 2015.

It’s not a worst-to-first story, is what I’m saying. There are no Cinderallas in Kansas City. And I’m taking a lesson from that.

What is the small improvement I can make today? This week? This year?

And to what end? Sports have an enviably easy-to-assess goal: win the championship. But in the world of jobs, kids, faith, neighbors, school, and relatives, rarely is the objective so obvious. Defining it is important.

Then we can work and live and love in a way that measures “success” not by other peoples’ standards and expectations but by our own sense of improvement. Are we getting better? Are we experiencing sustained transformation?

Maybe growth doesn’t happen by leaps and bounds, but by deliberate, measured improvement over time.

This Won’t Last (Another Baseball Post)

I’m gaga over baseball at the minute because my Kansas City Royals are two games away from winning the World Series. These days it is my favorite activity to read sports writers and listen to sports radio personalities marvel at KC’s unique contact-based attack. They don’t strike out. They don’t hit many balls in the air. They’re relentless in a way baseball hasn’t seen in a long time.

It’s a lot of fun to watch.

The Royals have found a winning formula, but those don’t last forever. The losers’ column is littered with yesterday’s winning formulas. Swinging at everything is working now, but next year? The year after that?

In our work, we may find a formula for success for a time, but it seems like we can’t expect those to last forever, or even for very long. There are so many other contextual factors that are making your youth group or food pantry ministry work right now that are not under our control and that may yet change.

So maybe the real skill we need to develop is the ability to read the signs and to know when our formula needs to change.

Does Leading Like A Girl Mean You’re A Badass?

(hat tip to Landon Whitsitt for this one)

The leader of the free world welcomed the U.S. women’s soccer team to the White House yesterday after that team won the World Cup last summer. In his remarks during the ceremony, the President said, “This team taught all America’s children that ‘playing like a girl’ means you’re a badass…”

Badass.

Bad. Ass.

“Playing like a girl” means you’re a badass.

I wrote a post a while ago about female Presbyterian leaders I’m learning from, so President Obama’s use of “badass” yesterday makes me wonder if the same thing is true of “leading like a girl” as is “playing like a girl,” if the former means you’re a badass in the same way as does the latter. Because the component virtues of badassness (toughness, resilience, assertiveness) are more easily celebrated on the athletic field than in the pulpit, aren’t they? Isn’t it true that for a woman to lead like a badass, especially in the church, still, in 2015, unfairly subjects her to that other descriptor beginning with “B?”

And yet the female leaders I’ve worked with in the church are all badasses in some way. They’re not jerks or bullies or egomaniacs, charges they–more so than their male counterparts–may hear as a result of their confident leadership. Still, they don’t soft-pedal, and they don’t diminish. They lead with conviction, and they take risks for the sake of their work.

And yet the call to leadership in the church, for women and men alike, is not a call to badassery qua badassery. The baddest badasses employ loads of restraint, compassion, and listening to go with their bold talk. The central paradox of Christian discipleship–strength in weakness; wisdom in foolishness; life in death–informs badass leadership far more than some American cultural norm of imposing your will on others.

No doubt that paradox is loaded with cultural baggage for women in church leadership positions that men aren’t asked to carry. So I’m learning a lot from those who I see carrying it like badasses.

Because I want to be a badass too.

Sin Boldly: A Post About The Royals

A baseball post for the start of the World Series. Read more baseball posts here.

Fans talk about their teams’ winning and losing with moral language, especially their losing.

I am that fan. For 15 years, while sabermetric analysis was ascendant in baseball and my favorite team, the Kansas City Royals, refused to bow to On Base Percentage and Working The Count, I judged them as moral failures. My devotion to them was full of hope that they would one day experience a conversion to the Moneyball way, the truth of BABIP, and the Life of a winner, but with every draft pick spent on a power hitting high school player with a low OBP, every signing of a free agent with “character,” every hiring of a “players manager,” I grew more and more despondent.

The winners in that era–The A’s, the Red Sox, the Giants–I canonized as stoic saints of restraint and self-discipline. Theirs was not the youthful folly of chasing the 0-2 slider in the dirt. Theirs was the purity–the piety–to spit on that pitch, to work the count full, and then to hammer a fastball into the right center field gap.

Selah.

But now look at this. The Royals are about to play in their second consecutive World Series, not because their General Manager was converted to a morality of analytics, but because he and the organization maintained a devotion to a virtue an earlier era forgot, namely making lots of contact, even with bad pitches–the first sin of sabermetrics. They see fewer pitches per plate appearance of any team in baseball. They also walk and they strike out less than any team in baseball.

When it comes to the morality of sabermetrics, the Royals sin boldly, and it works. Their lack of discipline now shows as assertiveness. Their leadoff hitter, to take but one example, almost always swings at the first pitch he sees, an offense for which Bill James would see a hitter tarred and feathered. Only it works. A lot.

I just wonder about all the ways in which en earlier era’s sins turn out to be the saving practices we need today.

Get Thee to Starbucks

There’s a Starbucks between my daughter’s school and my church, and this week I decided to spend an hour there each morning writing my blog posts and doing some reading before proceeding to the office. Today I’m at another Starbucks waiting for my car to be serviced down the street.

Five consecutive mornings at Starbucks produced four really great conversations with people from the church who just happened to be there at the same time.

I know it’s a corporate behemoth. I know the coffee isn’t great. But for a network of spaces in North America where people spend time in a conversational frame of mind, can Starbucks be beat?

How is Starbucks not a net asset for people working to build community?
The 25 year old me would cringe to hear it, but Starbucks is an important community gathering space that people in ministry avoid and scorn at a loss to the people who are already there.

This Is Not The Best Blog Post Ever

I sat down at the long central Starbucks table with all the electrical outlets and the wireless charging stations, placed my hot cup of Cafe Verona blend on the tabletop, and reached into my laptop bag to retrieve my Chromebook and begin composing The Best Blog Post Ever.

Then a friend I hadn’t seen for a long time passed my table with her coffee, said, “Hi,” and sat down. We talked for 45 minutes, every one of which flew by. I drained my cup as we got caught up and shared important developments in our lives and work.

The Best Blog Post Ever was never written. It fell victim to a meaningful face-to-face conversation.

I will always kill a blog post for a conversation. Always.

In Praise of CREDO: A Letter to Frank Spencer and Peter Sime

The Rev. Frank Spencer, President, Board of Pensions of the PC (USA)

The Rev. Peter C.S. Sime, Vice President, Assistance, CREDO & Fund Development, Board of Pensions of the PC (USA)

Dear Rev’s Spencer and Sime,

I write one month after my experience of a CREDO conference to express my gratitude to you both for your support of that program and to lift up the value I found in it.

That Teaching Elders in the Presbyterian Church (USA) have an asset like CREDO at their disposal is surely a great strength of our church, even if it is poorly understand by the likes of me and my colleagues. Despite our confusion at a CREDO invitation arriving, unbidden, in the mail, though, the opportunity to spend a week intently focusing on our physical, vocational, spiritual, and financial health with highly skilled (paid) faculty is a transformational career development for many of us.

CREDO renewed my confidence in the PC (USA) as a connectional church. No doubt congregations and leaders need to be planting and cultivating new relational networks both within our denomination and outside of it for connectionalism to thrive in an era such as ours, when the connectional infrastructure–be it shared mission giving or the presbytery docket–feels rusted and full of holes. But CREDO is an experience of our existing infrastructure working powerfully to create community among diverse Teaching Elders, not because they share geography or a theological viewpoint or went to the same seminary, but simply because they are part of the same part of Christ’s body, the PC (USA). That feels very, very valuable.

And yet CREDO is not a vacation. The work required of participants–and even participants’ families–is a major part of why it works. The vocational surveys, the health screenings, and the financial homework that I completed before the conference all had me asking serious questions before I arrived, and the CREDO faculty were ready to hear and speak to those questions in a variety of formats. I found the one-on-one consultations with faculty the most valuable, but their plenary addresses and workshops supported those consultations with helpful context and theoretical background.

Finally, CREDO welcomes Teaching Elders into a very brief season of spiritual reflection supported by daily worship planned and led by thoughtful and creative people. That is a pearl of great price, and I am deeply thankful for those leaders.

I also have great gratitude for my congregation and my Head of Staff, who fully supported the time away CREDO demanded, at a busy time in the church’s life.

Many thanks to the both of you for your work to support CREDO within the PC (USA) and for the particular benefits that accrued to me from my participation.

Sincerely,

Rocky Supinger

Quit

Baseball was the activity that most defined me as a teenager and young adult, and I nearly quit it before I’d barely started. I was 10. I couldn’t hit, catch, or throw, and the springtime games in Colorado meant a lot of standing around in the cold doing nothing interesting before getting yelled at by the coach for doing the same.

I told my parents I didn’t want to play anymore. They wouldn’t let me quit. At least not easily. Baseball was a huge thing for my dad growing up, and, with my older brother showing zero interest, I was his last chance to have a baseball player in the family. But more than that, I think my parents didn’t like the idea of letting their kid just quit. So they said I could quit but that they would be . . . wait for it . . . very disappointed.

I didn’t quit. And after a few more months I got the hang of it and shortly came to love it. For the next 10 years it was the activity I privileged over almost everything else in life.

I’m thinking about almost quitting baseball because my seven year-old wants to quit ballet and I’m not letting her. I should say she wants to quit ballet again. A few weeks before the end of the term last spring she grew tired of it, and I let her stop going. But after a ballet-free summer, she pleaded with her mom and I to start up again this fall. We gladly complied. Now, four weeks in, she wants to quit again.

We already paid for the whole season, so she’s not quitting. But also, I feel that same my-kids-not-gonna-be-a-quitter thing happening that must have been happening for my parents nearly 30 years ago now, but I don’t know if that’s that good or bad for my kid.

I’ve heard people advocating for allowing kids to try out lots of different activities and quit if they don’t like them. That helps, they say, develop a sense of what you’re interested in for its own sake and not for the sake of pleasing parents. My kid has a lot of freedom to try things out. On top of ballet, she’s done science camps, gymnastics, tap dance, music lessons–practically everything she’s ever expressed interest in. But I always smart a bit when she quits.

Yesterday, talking with a group of 12th graders, I found myself urging one of them to quit football. He hates it. He tried to quit a week ago, but the coach twisted his arm so that he stayed on the team. This week he’s been miserable, and he quit going to practice by Wednesday.

“You clearly don’t enjoy it,” I told him. “It looks to me like, emotionally at least, you’ve already quit. So just tell the coach you’re not playing anymore.” I go on to relate how, after 10 years of loving playing baseball, I quit loving it at the end of my sophomore year of college and quit. I actually phoned the coach an hour before our last game and told him I wasn’t coming. And that was that.

The 12th grader said I was right–he doesn’t enjoy it–and that he’s definitely quitting.

Did I just turn a teenager into a quitter? Why do I feel good about that?

Eugene Peterson, Please Forgive Me

I have described Eugene Peterson, the author of the popular Bible paraphrase The Message, as a writer who never met a cluster of words he couldn’t hyphenate. Consider his paraphrase of Psalm 1:

How well God must like you—
    you don’t hang out at Sin Saloon,
    you don’t slink along Dead-End Road,
    you don’t go to Smart-Mouth College.

That hyphenating tendency signifies one of Peterson’s signature traits as a Christian speaker and writer, and that is a relaxed grasp of the conventions of faith, especially the conventions of pastoral ministry.

I have never been a Peterson fan. Check that. I was a Peterson fan while I was considering pastoral ministry, during those several months when I was talking with peers about it, praying fervently about it, and reading everything from Buechner to LaMott pertaining to Christian vocation and call, including Peterson’s The Contemplative Pastor, a book that my pastor at the time enthusiastically endorsed.

Here’s an emblematic quote from that book:

How can I lead people into the quiet place beside the still waters if I am in perpetual motion? How can I persuade a person to live by faith and not by works if I have to juggle my schedule constantly to make everything fit into place?

The Contemplative Pastor argued for an approach to church leadership that privileged solitary contemplation and reading over administration and the running of programs (I seem to remember the book urging pastors to spend hours every day reading, in particular, Dosteyevsky).

That worked for me. Long stretches of meditative reading and writing is what I longed to be doing. It’s what I imagined seminary must be. But once I started seminary I was relieved of that fantasy. And then, once I started working in churches, first as a seminary intern and then as an ordained Minister, I realized first hand just how out-of-step with Peterson’s vision of pastoral ministry the real world of mainline Protestant pastors was.

In those circles, The Contemplative Pastor was treated with a mixture of distant admiration (stressed out pastors whisping, “yeah, that would be nice”) and outright scorn, as if Peterson’s posture was not just unrealistic but unprofessional. I quickly become one of those who relegated Peterson to that chorus of voices I did not wish to listen to.

It’s been 11 years since I was ordained, and in that time I have served two churches and got myself involved with all kinds of work in presbyteries, synods, and other networks of church leaders, all while regarding The Contemplative Pastor as a model not for me. I have spent a decade in perpetual motion, learning the art of schedule juggling. I’m tired.

I think I want to give Peterson another chance.

Luckily for me, a very thoughtful colleague just yesterday left a copy of Peterson’s memoir, The Pastor, on my desk.

How My Church Is Fixing Children’s Time

Children’s Times are a worship staple in lots of mainline churches. Both Presbyterian churches I’ve served have had long histories with inviting kids up to the front of the sanctuary during worship and treating them to a lesson or a story.

While the Children’s Time is a focal point for a lot of congregational nostalgia, it is also the one moment many churches have of explicitly welcoming children, so it deserves to be done well, and that is easier said than done.

[Excursis: creative, smart people like Adam Walker Cleaveland and Theresa Cho are experimenting with and sharing new tools and insights to help churches welcome children]

My colleagues and I recently changed a couple of things about our Children’s Time that we hope will allow us to improve the church’s welcome of children of all ages and developmental abilities.

First, we moved it from after the Passing of The Peace to before. When it followed the Peace, it was the first part of worship’s second movement, Hearing And Proclaiming The Word. It preceded the choral anthem, Scripture readings, and the sermon. So it needed to be based in telling a Bible story. That suited me fine, because my training was to gather the kids, tell them a story, and then get out. No props, no metaphors, no Q&A: just the story.

That’s the way to go with elementary-aged children, but our kids’ ages have skewed younger over the past several months, and trying to tell a four of five minute story to preschoolers is a different animal. They want to move. Restraining them produces tantrums, but letting them roam the chancel is distracting–if the substance of your activity is sitting passively and listening to a story.

But moving the Children’s Time forward in the service makes it part of The Gathering, the first major part of worship that also includes greetings and announcements and The Call to Worship. That part of the service handles improvisation and movement a lot better. And that’s the second change we’ve made: we’re building in movement.

We don’t feel like sitting and listening is developmentally appropriate for most of the kids we having coming forward now, and so we are building our welcome of children in worship around an invitation to move, either by standing and then sitting, by clapping their hands or stomping their feet, or even by getting up and relocating; last Sunday we moved from the chancel steps to the communion table and back again.

This movement also involves the adult congregation. Most of the movements we do with the children are simple enough to be repeated by the adults, and so we explicitly invite them to join in. That has the added benefit of transforming the Children’s Time even further, turning it from a moment for grown ups to passively watch (and even judge!) children into a chance for them to connect with and welcome kids into the church.