Stump: Forbidden Fruit by Karen Sapio

Stump is an Advent blogging project of Claremont Presbyterian Church. It’s 30 days of posts exloring the symbolism of The Jesse Tree by members of the CPC family far and wide.

For a pastor, there is no fruit more forbidden than a Sunday “off.” Even if this vacation has been on the calendar for months, even if your colleagues are multi-talented and supremely capable of flying the plane themselves, the sound of the coffee maker has a snaky hiss  this morning.

Your early morning sleep was disturbed by liturgical anxiety dreams: portents of the disasters about to ensue because of your shameless self-indulgence. The Advent wreath is a nightmare of plastic poinsettias and styrofoam. The sanctuary carpet is mysteriously stained and ripped. Your fiercest critic from a former congregation has come back to life and is sitting in the front pew.

You had looked forward to a long, contemplative walk on this forbidden morning, but it is raining. Even the sky pours out its judgement on lazy servants.

You turn to the internet, your sweet addiction. Is there anything on iTunes that you should add to your holiday playlist?  In the midst of this browsing comes the miracle. You are five years old again on the first day of December.

There is a gift for you by the record player: A Merry, Merry Christmas from Captain Kangaroo. Could there be anything more wonderful?  The Captain and Mr. Greenjeans sing in the season. You sing too, dancing in the living room in front of the tree all month long. And so it is every Christmas that follows–until you are grown and gone and record players are no more.

Lo, it comes, from the iCloud descending. It downloads in two minutes. A benediction from days of old.

The wolf shall dwell with the lamb,

and the leopard shall lie down with the young goat,

and the calf and the lion and the fattened calf together;

and a little child shall lead them.

Karen Sapio is the Pastor of Claremont Presbyterian Church. Follow her on Twitter @revsap

Stump: The Sun by Judith Abbott

Stump Is An Advent Blogging Project of Claremont Presbyterian Church

The sun is close to me.  It brings me warmth.  It brings me light.  It divides my day by its varying presence.  I was taught to alter my gaze, there was danger in direct contact.  My understanding of the sun deepened, layers of knowledge built up through the years.  The sun took its place in an expanding universe.  I looked beyond the sun and saw recurring patterns.  Patterns that gave hint of all creation.  The sun, so close to me, my first step to all possibilities.

Judith Abbott lives in Alta Loma, California with her husband, Tony.  They have a daughter, son and granddaughter. They enjoy traveling.  When home they can be found at Judy Kohnen’s prompt writing group at Buddhamouse, Claremont every Friday.

Stump: The Jesse Tree by Libby Grandy

Stump is an Advent blogging project of Claremont Presbyterian Church. It’s 30 days of posts exloring the symbolism of The Jesse Tree by members of the CPC family far and wide.

I like the Jesse Tree prompt as it refers to Jesus’ family and because our six-year-old great-grandson is named Jesse. I thank God every day for my family, which has always included our pets.

Recently, Jesse walked into the house and stooped down to hug our dog, Missy. I said, “She missed her friend.”

He replied, “She’s not my friend.”

Surprised, I said, “She’s not?”

He explained, “She’s family. I call it family.” Out of the mouths of babes.

Along that same line, we once were praised for going out of our way to help loved ones. Someone said that we must be saints. After I stopped laughing, I said, “No, we’re not saints. We’re family.”

We are beginning that special time of year when our thoughts turn from problems and challenges to thinking about those we care about and how we can make it a special, happy time. We pull out traditional recipes, decorate our homes, and plan get-togethers. It reminds us that all that is truly important in our lives is love.

I pray that everyone’s minds and hearts are filled with the light of God’s love during this blessed season.

Libby Grandy

Libby Grandy lives in Claremont, California with her husband, Fred. They have two daughters, three granddaughters and three great-grandchildren. Libby’s novels, Desert Soliloquy, a mystery, and Promises to Keep, Book One of the Haverford Trilogy, are available on Amazon. Lydia, Book Two of the trilogy will be published in December 2014.

Announcing “Stump”: A Blogging Project of Claremont Presbyterian Church

Starting this Sunday, November 30th, yorocko.com will host a unique blogging experiment called “Stump.” For 25 consecutive days posts will appear here exploring the symbols of the Jesse Tree. These posts will be written by members and friends of Claremont Presbyterian Church, and they will offer personal reflections on the apple, the ark, the star, and everything else on a Jesse Tree.

Read these posts. Share them. Live them.

Stump: coming this Sunday.

Don’t Bail

Among the countless tweets and Facebook status updates reacting to last night’s announcement that a grand jury would not indict officer Darren Wilson in the shooting death of Michael Brown, I found one particularly frustrating, and not for its viewpoint.

One friend posted, “Is there anyone or any evidence that disputes the testimony that the officer was assaulted as a part of this tragedy?” A comment thread now 36 replies long ensued, but my friend is nowhere to be seen. It gets ugly and out of control, and the person responsible for it disappears. This is a failure of responsibility.

Social media allows everyone to have their say, but that’s not the real value of Facebook and Twitter. These tools allow all of us to facilitate constructive conversations with people we know and people we don’t, and when something like Ferguson happens that opportunity is huge. But you do more harm than good when you throw a thought onto your wall and then hide while people fight over it. Have your say, sure. But then stay engaged. Do the hard work of leading your people in a constructive conversation. Don’t bail.

If you need guidance, Landon Whitsitt does this better than anyone I know.

Monday Morning Quarterback

Stuff I learned on Sunday

She was out of the front pew on the first note of the Introit and mid-aisle by the third, arms outstretched, head upheld–the unmistakable pose of a 6 year-old about to dance. Two unbidden syllables escaped my lips in the moment: “Oh man.”

The dancing of Daughter and her playmate(s) during worship these last several weeks has been a delightful development; people have expressed pride in being part of a church where little girls dance freely in worship. People actually said that to a consultant. It’s great.

But it feels like now might be a good time to give the pirouetting and jumping some, shall we say, boundaries. By the end of the Introit our two adorable dancers had done splits, bounded down the center aisle, and run the chancel steps. If members of the choir were given to feeling upstaged, they had good reason to be, though nobody said so.

Before it becomes a point of contention, I think I’ll suggest limiting the dancing to hymns–not choral pieces–and the space between the front pew and the lectern. This makes me a bit of a Grinch, I know. But I think you follow your gut on these things (there’s no children-dancing-in-worship policy), and my gut yesterday morning clearly said, “Oh man.”

Jesus Take The Wheel

The man’s hair is greasy, and his eyes dart around the room as he relates to me the tale of his car accident. “It’s a miracle I’m alive,” he says.

I can smell him, and I wonder when he last showered. His shirt is on backwards, and the front of his slacks is unclasped (the back falls far enough to make plain he’s not wearing underwear).

“It was a quadruple spin that turned into a flip, and I walked away without a scratch, because of Jesus Christ. Because of JESUS CHRIST!” He punches his fist into an opposing palm for emphasis.

He is clearly not well.

But that doesn’t mean he isn’t right.

Trust vs. Structure

You need trust–like personal trust in competent people to do good work and not foul things up.

You also need structures like rules and procedures to short-circuit the human tendency toward stupidity and short-sightedness.

Trust without structures causes problems. Structures without trust does too.

Tapestry is trying to preserve the trust the leaders have in one another as the basis for our work together, even as we kick around things we need to start doing to ensure quality. Some of us default to trusting one another and don’t need an outline of your retreat talk beforehand. Others default to creating structures and want all talks shared 30 days out. Here we are.

The PC(USA) has been roiled by the discovery that some denominational personnel used church grant money to start their own independent nonprofit. The personnel in question were aiming for “flexibility,” and it’s clear that they trusted each other and had the trust of others in the denomination. But they sidestepped important structures, and now they’re on administrative leave and the value of a terrific movement is now in question. Here we are.

Don’t tell me we need a “balance” of trust and structures. That’s too easy. Isn’t it more the case that we need to discern when one is more urgently needed than the other, and whether or not the urgent need for trust permits looser structures or the urgent need for structure puts trust in the backseat?

Can you have both all the time?

 

Stop Defaulting To “Home” And “Work”

My preferred note taking app doesn’t work with the updated version of my phone’s operating system, so I went looking for a replacement. The first one I tried gave me default “Work” and “Home” to do lists, and the moment I looked at them I realized something about my life. Then I deleted the app.

“Work” and “Home” don’t make sense as separate vocational categories for me anymore. The projects I’m working on for my pastoral job do not feel more (or less) important to me than the projects I’m focusing on at home, the events at my daughter’s school or the meals I’m learning to cook at the end of each day.

This is a choice that privileged people get to make. I watched my dad endure a blue collar job for over 30 years, and he lived–absolutely lived–for his leisure time away from it. “Home” and “Work,” for him, were warring parties. That’s the norm for the majority of people.

I guess what I’m saying is that I’m grateful for my work and my family.

Where Does Energy Come From?

My church is doing the New Beginnings Assessment, and so we have been learning about organizational life cycles. One version displays the life cycle as a hill. Churches start at the bottom with lots of energy, and they climb by building significant networks of relationships, which give birth to programs, which, of course, require administration. On the decline side of that hill, things fall away in the exact same order; energy goes first, then the relationships, then the programs. In the end, administrative structures are all that’s left.

I’ve been part of new churches and established ones, and this setup seems right.

My far-sighted colleague observed to me that, at our church, we spend most of our efforts on relationships and almost none on energy. We’ve said for a very long time that administration needs to support programs and that programs are only valuable insofar as they incubate meaningful relationships. And we’ve stopped there.

What about energy, then? Where does energy come from? If a people is tired, how do they get rejuvenated? Surely this is a work of the Spirit, but, just as surely, there are things leaders can do to create energetic conditions, right?

15 years ago I was part of an “emergent” church before that’s what they were called, and that place was bursting with energy. Most of the participants were in their 20’s and 30’s (there was a nursery but no youth group), and the pastor was a terrific, thoughtful, musically talented guy. Every gathering created a kind of buzz that took a few days to wear off.

Is that the key? A demographic? A dynamic leader?

Is the creation of energy a leadership competency? If we don’t have it, where do we get it?