Sunday, May 25, 2014

Illumine Creation - Sermon May 25th 2014

Matthew 5:14-16
The Voice

14 And you, beloved, are the light of the world. A city built on a hilltop cannot be hidden. 15 Similarly it would be silly to light a lamp and then hide it under a bowl. When someone lights a lamp, she puts it on a table or a desk or a chair, and the light illumines the entire house.16 You are like that illuminating light. Let your light shine everywhere you go, that you may illumine creation, so men and women everywhere may see your good actions, may see creation at its fullest, may see your devotion to Me, and may turn and praise your Father in heaven because of it.



Illumine Creation, Sermon May 25th 2014

Back in September I returned to school. I am currently enrolled in the Diaconal Ministry program with the Centre for Christian Studies. This school is located in Winnipeg MB, but most of the school work is done at home. Part of the school year is do what’s called a ‘field placement’ we don’t spend a lot of time in classrooms, rather this program has us working in the community getting experience through ‘doing’.

I was lucky because the school allowed me to do my field placement here at Mount Seymour where I am also employed. It made juggling ‘school work’ and ‘work work’ a lot easier.

As part of my field placement I began a Lectio Divina practice group here. Lectio Divina is a style of meditation that involves listening too and meditating on sacred words – usually scripture.

The passage from today’s reading was one of the first pieces of scripture our group used. In Lectio we listen for a word or phrase that stands out to us; a word that would be in Bold or colour when we image them in our heads.

The rest of the meditation time is spent praying about what the words mean in our hearts, how are we touched by the words and how can we take these sacred words into our day ahead.
For me, the words ‘illumine creation’ stood out at that first reading. They are beautiful to say – illumine creation.

These words and this passage have stuck with me throughout this past year as I worked on school and my job here and contemplated my discernment for ministry.

I’ve been in discernment for a very long time. I am pretty sure that my first conversation with Nancy about discernment was more than 4 years ago as I was working on my degree and she was curious about ‘what I would do with a theology degree once I was done’.

At the time I didn’t really know and I wasn’t sure I wanted to do anything more with it than have a fancy piece of paper for the wall. But I finished the degree and the paper the university sent me wasn’t fancy at all – in fact it was disappointingly boring, so what to do?

Another conversation with Nancy of course.

I remember this conversation as if it were yesterday, but it was close to three years ago now. We were discussing discernment again and I was resisting again. She asked me a question about what I wanted to do, what I enjoyed here at Mount Seymour.

I talked about leading Life Groups and the other small groups I’ve been involved with, I talked about how much I liked learning with people, listening to their stories and their ideas. How I liked helping out people one on one.

She said, ‘That sounds like diaconal.”

And I said, “huh?”

Diaconal?

Diaco-what? Diagonal? Huh?

Seriously, I’d never heard the word before and had no idea what she was talking about.
Which, I would soon learn is the response almost everyone else has when they hear the word diaconal.

Diaconal comes from the Greek work Diakonos  – it means “to serve”.

It’s used in the Christian Scriptures by Paul to describe himself in, 1 Cor 3:5, and various other members of the church – mostly men and one woman named Pheobe in Romans 16: 1. He even uses it for Christ in Romans- 15:8. 2222

It’s where we also get the word Deacon from. In the United Church we have three options for ministry. Ordained Ministry – Nancy, Donna, Bethel are all ordained, or will be very shortly. There’s Designated Lay Ministry, and Diaconal Ministry.

What’s the difference? Depends on who you ask. Ordained ministers are ordained to do the sacraments – communion, weddings, baptisms. Diaconal’s are commissioned to often to the same things.

The biggest difference, in my mind, is our call. Diaconal’s are called to Educational Ministry, Pastoral Care and Social Justice. These are the three themes that the Diaconal program focuses on.

This isn’t to say that Ordained ministers aren’t called to these things, it’s just than most often people that go into diaconal ministry want to focus on those themes while ordained ministers tend to focus on worship and congregations.

This is true for me. When Nancy first mentioned this concept of being called – I freaked out. I was terrified of public speaking, I had no desire to stand up front and lead worship. Funny how things work out.

Yet, when I looked at what Diaconal ministers do, where their focus is I thought – yeah, that’s more my thing. Education, Justice, pastoral care. These are good things and things I like to do, working with the children, leading small groups, having spiritual practices.

But I still wasn’t sure I was ready to accept being ‘called’ by god to do anything. I wanted to be in-change of my life, my career and I certainly didn’t need Divine Intervention, thank you very much.

Two years ago, during lent, I spoke about my call during my first ever sermon. I spoke about Samuel from the Hebrew Scriptures. Samuel is a young boy, servant to Eli in the Temple in Jerusalem. One night he hears a voice calling his name, “Samuel, Samuel.” He thinks its Eli, calling to him, so he goes to Eli’s bedroom and asks, “What do you want?”

Eli says, “nothing, go back to bed”. So Samuel goes back to bed and again he hears the voice and again he goes to Eli who tells him he didn’t call and go back to bed. This happens a few times before Eli figures it out and tells Samuel that it’s God and when he hears the voice again, say ‘here I am.’ This is what Samuel does and he becomes a great prophet.

When I first reflected on this story I talked about how I was like Samuel. I heard this voice asking me to follow and I didn’t understand who or what it was. I talked about how it took a while for me to figure out what was going on and even longer to listen and say, “here I am”.

When I think about this story now I don’t think Samuel was all that ignorant about who was speaking. Actually I’m quite positive he knew exactly what was happening, but really, really wanted it to be Eli, not God calling him.

It’s scary. It’s very scary to think, to say out loud – I’m being called to something more than myself. And it’s as equally scary in today’s very secular world to say to the world – I’m called by God to do this work.
I don’t think that’s how it works when people decide to be lawyers or Doctors or teachers or massage therapists, does it? Maybe it does, but something tells me that even if you hear it in your head – you don’t say that at job interviews.

But, you know in this industry – it’s the coolest thing around. It’s not considered out thereto say you’ve been called – in fact it’s a necessary perquisite and you DO talk about it at job interviews.

So here’s the thing. I resisted. Like Samuel I pretended for quite awhile that I wasn’t hearing a call. I hummed and hawed and chose to follow my fear for a long time. Until, we read the Matthew 5 passage at Lectio Divina.

“You are like that illuminating light. Let your light shine everywhere you go, that you may illumine creation.”

I get shivers. My heart beats with excitement, not nervousness. I feel in my heart, in my gut that illuminating light wanting to burst free. I do not feel big enough to carry all of this light inside. I have to let it out, have to shine or else I might explode. Which would be messy.

And I know that is my call. My call is to try make sure that everything I do comes from a place of light. So that everything I do isn’t done from fear, but from light and love and goodness.

That’s a much easy call to accept, it doesn’t feel so big and overwhelming as a ‘call from god.’ Instead it is simple, gentle, a call to make decisions about my life from within my own inner light. When I make choices from that place, the light shines out like a candle on a table, like a city on a hill.

At school, in the diaconal program we talk a lot about authenticity, about being our authentic selves and how hard that can be sometimes when there is so much expected of us. Others have expectations and we put our own expectations on ourselves to be a certain way, to act a certain way, to live up to standards that maybe just aren’t for us.

When I do that do myself, I think – I’m a mom, I should dress like the other moms. I’m a wife, I should act or cook or clean a certain way. I work in ministry, I should definitelydress, act, be, do my hair a certain way. But these thoughts make me hide my light under a bowl.

So much of this year was about learning leadership skills for Education and Ministry, but so much more of it was learning about being myself and accepting myself for who I am and living with authenticity. Accepting who I am when I let my light shine everywhere I go.

Which can also be pretty scary. Especially when a lot of us spend our lives hiding our light, not wanting to stand out or be different.

I think Maryanne Williamson said it better than I could “Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us most. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and famous?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that people won't feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in all of us. And when we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

How can we resist that call? If we make one choice each day in our lives that lets our light shine, rather than hide it away we have followed God.

We’ve heard it said that Jesus called himself the light of the world. How awesome is it to hear the lines, “You beloved, are the light of the world.” That special kind of light that Jesus carried shines in all of us. We just need to let it out.

You are like that illuminating light. Let your light shine everywhere you go, that you may illumine creation.

Amen. 

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Compost Update # 1

A short post today to give an update on the Composting Page. It's been in the garden for 6 days and it's rained a couple times and we had the sprinkler on once. In this past week I've planted peas and beans in the bed where it lays and they are growing happily.

The Current bush which overhangs this page is covered in berries. They are plump and bright green. They will ripen in the next few weeks - the first berries in the garden. Followed by the strawberries, then the blueberries and raspberries. They black berries will be the last to make a showing.

One of my favorite times in the garden will be happening soon. This is when the blackberries are in flower. When they flower the garden will come alive with the gentle hum. This hum will be present just at the level that is barely audible. For the first day or so - there will be a 'something' different in the air, but it won't be clear just what has changed.

Then it will hit. The brain will run through it's memories of sounds and vibrations it has felt before and sigh with relief to have figured out that the sound it hardly registers as sounds is hundreds of bees.

Happy, rolly polly drunk bees, feasting on the nectar and pollen explosion that is the black berries canes bursting in to bloom. It is the most amazing thing. Most of a feeling an resonance felt in the sternum, right next to the heart. Everything is alive. Everything is connected. This is creation and I love it.








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Sunday, May 18, 2014

Washing Machines and TED

For my wreakage this weekend I chose this one:


We had 2 weeks worth of laundry to do so it seemed like the reasonable choice. As I was getting everything ready to load the machine I remembered a TED talk I watched sometime last year.




I've watched a lot of really great TED talks, but this one really changed the way I think about the world around me. Watch it - it's really good.

Laundry gets a pretty bad rap. It's a pain to do and I'm not a fan of lugging the heavy baskets down to the basement and remembering to sometime later move soggy clothes to the drier (or hang them on the line if the weathers good - and I'm feeling patient enough to hang them.)

I'm not a fan of doing laundry, but after seeing this TED talk I realized that I really have no right to bitch about laundry, because - I HAVE A MACHINE THAT DOES ALL THE HARD WORK.




I try to image my grandmother, or great grandmother washing all the family's clothes by hand on a scrub board, wringing them out and hanging them on the line. Laundry for her was an all day, maybe multi-day task, that required strength and stamina.

And today, there are still women who do this very hard work everyday in the world. I really have it pretty easy by comparison.

Having this book is a prime example. I have the time and energy to dedicate to destroying a book. This is a hobby - I have a lifestyle that allows for giving time and energy to a hobby. I"m not worked to bone either at a job or at home.

I realize this. I am grateful for this. I am blessed and honour that. Then I wrecked stuff.








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Friday, May 16, 2014

Draw with Glue and First World Problems

Today I'm pretty tired, it's Friday and we're just chilling out at home. Owen's on the couch playing a game on my phone and I'm trying to not suffer withdrawal from not having access to my phone. So I decided to do a page in the wreak journal. I like to photograph the blank page before doing anything to it.

A posterity thing I guess. Yet, I was frustrated because Owen has my phone - how would I take the picture? 

First world problems... I had to find my camera, use it and then download the photos from the sd card, rather than just load my phone photos straight on to this blog. Yah, life's tough.

I picked the draw with glue page:
Please note: Friday afternoon, wearing pj's.
There's my new Keri Smith book -
"How to be an Explorer of the World".
On the coffee table is my big fat awesome jiffy
and my ladybug bag for felts and pens
(stained green from a felt put away without its lid)


And draw with glue I can do because - Ta freaking Da! - I have a glue freakin PEN! 



It's a pen, it's glue it writes in blue


It's also crazy sticky.
I drew with glue - I like spirals so I draw them a lot when I doodle. 


drew with glue


But the glue dries white and I didn't really want to close the book glue the pages together, so I covered the glue with googly eyes! Cuz - GOOGLY EYES!

Its a google eye monster - grrr argh!

And finally, and I regret this decision already...

SPARKLES!
Also known as the Herpes of the crafting world according to a friend of mine. 








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Doodles, Celebration Stars, pretending to be a secret agent...

I just randomly opened the book yesterday and this was the page I got. 
Orange face - next to the word Deface. The two circled words
in the right column say 'sleeping'. 1000+ is how many sheets of paper I
guess I have in my house.
The yellow colours line are "pretending to be a secret agent" and at the bottom, "documenting the plants in your life, smelling this book, sleeping, pretending to be a famous astronaut", what I wrote Gold about was "putting a secret note into a library book" all of these are examples given of things to do instead of doodling in this book.


I'm done school for the year. These are my celebration stars!


 Yesterday I completed my final project for a year long program I've been attending. This school has been awesome and intense. I am sad and overjoyed to be complete for the year. The program does continue, but I'm taking a year off. So it is bittersweet. I will not be seeing my fellow class mates again for a long while as they come from all over the country. Yet, it is the right choice for me to take this break at this time.

Leaves me more time for this destruction and for my new Keri Smith book which arrived in the mail yesterday as well.

I bought 2 copies so that I could have one and Owen could have the other. This is going to be our summer project. I didn't buy one for my husband because he'll be at work most of the summer, while I have summers off work. (not that you needed to know that, but it felt important to mention. I don't even know who 'you' are.) 

We'll document this book as well... 








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Mary and Martha Luke 10:38-42 - May 16th

Luke 10:38-42

New International Version (NIV)

At the Home of Martha and Mary

38 As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to him. 39 She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet listening to what he said. 40 But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to him and asked, “Lord, don’t you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!”
41 “Martha, Martha,” the Lord answered, “you are worried and upset about many things,42 but few things are needed—or indeed only one.[a] Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.”

Thursday, May 15, 2014

Swinging Wildly




I don't think I'm a bad parent. 

This is my first attempt at creating a video for this blog. (so if it doesn't work let me know, but nicely, kthnks). That awesome kids being horribly destructive with a book is my son Owen. He really enjoyed swinging the book around.

During the process of swinging wildly and hitting the walls a fair bit of stuff from inside the book was dislodged. The sage leaves from Messy Eater have fallen out.

Bits of wax and icing sugar from Royal Icing and Room at the Inn speckle my hallway floor.



You can see the sage leaves in this picture

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Compost this page - Part 1

This post is the first of a few as this piece of wreckage will take awhile. 

I love to garden. I have a big yard and I love flowers and growing veggies. The weather is very warm and sunny here in Vancouver right now and I've been enjoying a lot of time in the garden. 

This page of the book asks me to compost this page and watch it deteriorate. I've decorated it: 
Compost this page. 


I'm just composting the one side, which I've torn from the book. 



Compost THIS page

The other side of the page with the butterfly drawn on it, is not complete, so it will stay in the book until I decide what gross thing to draw...


seriously? yuck 

I've handed over the composting page to my garden gnomes to look after and monitor the deterioration of this page. 

Gnomes look on with interest. Cuz, what the heck else are they going to do?

I've put the page in a part of the veggie patch that doesn't get a lot of sun, so not much will grow there. I think this page will be very content near the Current and Valerian. Bonus - friendly gnomes to hang out with. 

Watching it deteriorate - like watching grass grow and paint dry. 

By the way, on a totally different note, some thing ate two of my Brussel Sprout plants. Their just gone, a single leaf left and the rest of the plant - vanished... 

Who ate the Brussel Spouts? 
Stay turned for updates as the page becomes one with nature... 















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Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Proverbs 8- May 9th, 2014

In this passage the voice speaking is Sophia, God's Wisdom. 


Proverbs 8:22-23, 27, 30-31

22 “The Creator brought me forth as the first of his works,
    before his deeds of old;
23 I was formed long ages ago,
    at the very beginning, when the world came to be.

27 I was there when he set the heavens in place,
    when he marked out the horizon on the face of the deep,

30     Then I was constantly[c] at his side.
I was filled with delight day after day,
    rejoicing always in his presence,
31 rejoicing in his whole world

Give the book to a friend...


At first I couldn't look... I handed over the book and he unzipped his pants... 

Then he left the room... 




Butt it was all okay, he just lit it on fire and then brought it back to me. 

Thank whatever God's to believe in for that. 



(he was gone along time though...)

Monday, May 12, 2014

Lost and Found; and Four Letter Words


I lost this book for awhile in the chaos that is my home office, but I found it again and began my destruction of the book anew. 
Day, month, year, okay?


12/5/14

My first official page of 2014: Write Carelessly Now. 

I did this while waiting at the dentist with Owen, my son... 

We had to wait a long time... and my phone doesn't work in the dentist office. It gets stuck in some strange time warp of turning off and restarting again, over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over until the battery gets really hot and I'm afraid its going to melt all over my lap. 

Must be the x-rays or something... 

So while sitting around a waiting... we tried to think of as many four letter words as we could...


From the date at the top: 12/12/12 I wrote some four letter words in this book a very long time ago. The dark blue pen. Today we added all the black, light blue, green, orange and dark blue felt words. Owen wrote down words as I drove the car from the Dentist's office. Please note the predominance of traffic sign words in that section.  I'm quite positive there are repeated words in there somewhere...

Eventually we just ran out of room.