Author: Mari Walker

  • A Conversation with Evie

    Isaiah 40:31But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.

    Heather: So now that Halloween is over and we’re getting ready for Thanksgiving, what will be the next holiday we look forward to?

    Evie: Christmas!

    Heather: And do you know what this time is called, the time that we’re waiting for Christmas to come?

    Evie: What?

    Heather: Advent! It’s the season that we celebrate the coming of Christmas. Now, remind me what Christmas is really about:

    Evie: It’s not about teddy bears and candy and toys; it’s about Jesus’ birthday!

    Heather: Right! And can you tell me about the days leading up to Jesus’ birth? What were Joseph and Mary doing? 

    Evie: Well, they had to get married. Because they were about to get a baby. And they were going on a journey with camels.

    Heather: Well…. You’re close. They were going on a journey to Bethlehem, which would take a long time. 

    Evie: Like 100 years?

    Heather: It might’ve felt like that! But probably, it took several weeks. According to the story, Mary rode a donkey much of the journey because she was very large and about to have Baby Jesus. And Joseph probably had to walk a good bit. If you were going on a long journey, what would you take with you?

    Evie: I’d take food and water. And probably some toys. And hopefully Daddy could take his truck so we didn’t have to ride on an old donkey! 

    Heather: Well what would you do while we journeyed? What would you do while you were waiting to get where we were going? 

    Evie: I don’t know. Waiting is really hard.

    Prayer: Dear God, help us learn to be good at waiting, so that we will be ready to receive all of your good gifts, especially your Son, Jesus. Amen.

    Evie Durham, 5
    Interviewed by her mother, 
    Heather Johnston-Durham

  • Take a Walk

    Luke 2:4-5Since Joseph belonged to David’s house and family line, he went up from the city of Nazareth in Galilee to David’s city, called Bethlehem, in Judea. He went to be enrolled together with Mary, who was promised to him in marriage and who was pregnant. 

    When I first read the theme for this year’s Advent devotional book a song started looping in my head. Trisha Yearwood, one of my favorite artists, released The Sweetest Gift, a Christmas album, in 1994, and it includes the song “Take a Walk through Bethlehem.” I love the song in its entirety, but the chorus and part of one verse particularly echo in my brain as I think about the walk to Bethlehem.

    Take a walk through Bethlehem
    Come and kneel before the lamb
    Good news for every man
    Walk through Bethlehem

    ‘Cause every heart longs for more than tinsel
    Something more than just a holiday
    Come and celebrate the baby King
    Let’s take a walk

    Through our walking we also need to stop and kneel to pray – in praise, confession, supplication and thanksgiving. It’s so easy to become swept up in the manufactured magic of the broader holiday season and miss, forget or downplay the core message of God’s great love for us expressed through the birth of His son.

    Prayer: Dear God, we praise you for all you have done and are doing for us. We ask you to lead us on this journey through Advent. Show us again and anew the depth of your love for us and your whole creation. Equip us to share that love in new and exciting ways as we feed people spiritually and physically. Amen.

    Mari Walker

  • Little Gifts

    Psalm 148:7-10

    Praise the Lord from the earth, you great sea creatures and all ocean depths,lightening and hail, snow and clouds, stormy winds that do his bidding,you mountains and all hills, fruit trees and all cedars,wild animals and all cattle, small creatures and flying birds.

    I had left my athletic shoes just outside the kitchen door overnight. Their bottoms had been wet and covered with leaves blown around by the sudden storm. I retrieved the shoes, preparing to take my dog Gracie for her morning walk. Gracie was hesitant because it wasn’t quite daylight yet.
    It had been a rough night – one of those dark nights filled with worry and self-doubt. I had felt spiritually dry as I tried to do my morning devotionals. Everything was out of synch and I was struggling, on the verge of tears, praying for help and comfort.

    As I picked up a shoe, I heard a soft creak, almost sonorous. I wondered if one of my tired joints had made a noise. As I raised the shoe to my foot, that sweet little creak sounded again. I stopped all movement to listen, and when the sound came one more time I realized it was coming from my shoe. I reached inside and held in my hand a precious little toad which had found shelter and warmth in the shoe overnight.

    My whole being melted at the sight. My heart opened and tears flowed. I had been given a gift – a precious reminder of the beauty and wonder of God’s creation sitting peacefully in my hand, a reminder of God’s presence and never-ending care.

    Prayer: Gracious God, you send answers to our prayers in such amazingly simple ways. Help us open our eyes to see the luminous moments in our lives and to live in gratitude for your gifts, large and small. Amen.

    Betty Schroeder

  • Need for Someone to Listen

    Matthew 11:15“He who has ears to hear, let him hear.”

    Few people noticed her. She was a tiny thing, so quiet that she could sit in our classes day after day without being seen. Few people noticed when she began to wear a jacket even on warm days. We assumed she was expecting a child. We were right. So when she missed a few days of school, again we made the correct assumption that her baby had arrived. This young girl, in her junior year of high school, returned a different person. She told us she had a baby girl, and although she was still very quiet, she smiled often. Her story was not different from many a high school girl who becomes a mother too soon. Desperately searching for love from the boy who fathers her child, she is left with a child who becomes the focus of her life. Not long after her delivery my young mother came to school without smiling. I asked her if she wanted to talk. She did. On that day I listened to one of the most heartbreaking stories I had heard in my years of teaching. Her baby had died and her heart was broken. However, her family was relieved because the additional financial stress this baby had placed on the family was removed. She was told to get on with her life, and she was not allowed to grieve the loss of her child. We cried together that day. All this young mother wanted was to talk about how much she had loved her baby. All she needed was for someone to listen.

    I had already become aware of the need high school students had for someone to listen. 

    A recommended assignment for students in my psychology classes was to write a brief paper on the one most important person or event affecting their lives. Was I in for a shock! Stories and events flowed onto these pages from young people who needed desperately to tell their stories. Broken families, divorces, abusive parents, feelings of being unloved . . . the list went on and on. They wanted unlimited space to answer, and most importantly they wanted someone to listen. Their papers were not graded, they were not mandatory nor were they shared with anyone. I heard the good, the bad, and the ugly. I was not there to judge. I was there to listen.

    My faith journey has many a bump in the road. I struggle constantly with the need to talk less and listen more. In a world that prides itself on the speed and range of communication we rarely take time to listen to one another. School shootings and violent crime sprees have become all too common today. Maybe if someone had listened to these troubled youths the tragedies could have been avoided. Listening is often the only thing needed to help someone who is trapped in what they believe is a hopeless existence. Why are we so unwilling to listen? As we enter this Advent season I pray that God will help all of us become better listeners.

    Prayer: Heavenly Father, in the midst of this holiday rush and noise keep us reminded of the need to listen more and to talk less. Give us patience and understanding as we learn to listen with our hearts as well as our ears, and the grace needed to love unconditionally. Amen.

    Bobbi Marino

  • Exterior Signs and Interior Design

    Luke 21:28So also, when you see these things taking place, you know that the kingdom of God is near.

    Exterior design is changing all around us this season of Advent. There are signs everywhere, though Wal-Mart is already “looking a lot like” Halloween! The Christmas decorations have been on the shelves so long that they have cobwebs. The Ghost of Christmas Past?

    The exterior designs and signs of the season are exciting. We all love this wonderful season of brightness and glisten, but the signs do us no ultimate good because in the end it is the interior design that counts. And new interior design will not be the result of something we do, not something we put on or hang from our human limbs, but something we allow to have happen within us. 

    God desires to do something new inside us. God desires for something in the interior of our lives to be made new in this season. And, as our scripture warns this first day of Advent, there is always the possibility that we might miss that opportunity. Jesus, here at the end of his ministry warns us to observe, watch, and get ready. We should guard our hearts against waste and worry. This is the soundest advice that we can get as we enter this season.

    I was fuming as I watched a lady dump her car ashtray in the intersection while stopped at a light on Airline Drive. I said aloud to my passenger “That makes me very unhappy!” To which she responded by laughingly instructing me to observe the sign on the same lady’s rear window: HAPPINESS IS AN INSIDE JOB.

    Advent is an inside job too. What happens on the exterior is cosmetic and delightful but it has its limitations. What happens on the interior will occur when we choose to allow God to do something within us. That something has eternal value. The signs will be everywhere but we must observe, watch and get ready to receive them. This IS Advent. We may enjoy our exterior decorations but we must also prepare and anticipate and notice the signs of His desired coming within us.

    God is coming to make us new in this Advent season by interior design. Our job is to show up. God will do the rest. Peace to you as we together begin the long journey in darkness toward the marvelous light of Jesus birth.

    Prayer: Open our eyes Lord, we want to see Jesus. Open our ears Lord, and help us to listen. Open our hearts Lord and fill us with the new you bring to our lives. Amen.

    Rev. Larry Norman

    Lighting of the Advent Wreath for the Home – Week 1 

    HOPE
    Once again, we greet the season of Advent. Our Advent Wreath reminds us that we have begun a solemn time of waiting which will end in a time of great rejoicing. Soon a child will be born who will change the world forever. He will teach us of God’s love and show us how to live. 
    Long years ago, during a period of bleak despair, the prophets of Israel told us this Messiah would come. They kindled hope in the people of Israel. One of them, Micah, wrote that the Savior would be born in Bethlehem, a little town only a few miles from the great city of Jerusalem. It’s a long way to Bethlehem from here, but in our thoughts we can make that trip. We’ll walk there, just as we would have done two thousand years ago. 
    There are four candles in our Advent Wreath. This morning we light the first, the candle of HOPE. 
    Full of hope, we begin our walk to Bethlehem, following in the footsteps of the prophets.

  • Faith Stories: The Parable of the Sower

    Faith Stories: The Parable of the Sower

    Faith Stories: The Parable of the Sower

    When a great crowd gathered and people from town after town came to him, he said in a parable: “A sower went out to sow his seed; and as he sowed, some fell on the path and was trampled on, and the birds of the air ate it up. Some fell on the rock; and as it grew up, it withered for lack of moisture. Some fell among thorns, and the thorns grew with it and choked it. Some fell into good soil, and when it grew, it produced a hundredfold.” As he said this, he called out, “Let anyone with ears to hear listen!” 
    – Luke 8:4-8 (NRSV)
     

    Pastor Jay recently preached using the verses above as a basis for his Sunday sermon. As I reflected on the scripture, some thoughts came to me. They may not have been the main point of Jay’s sermon, but God used these words to impact me, and I’d like to share that message in this faith story.
    In his sermon, Pastor Jay made reference to the quality of the soil. That got me thinking about something I read about farm science that we have all probably heard. The acidity or alkalinity of the soil, the mineral composition, and other things are important to crop success. Fertilizer can help get the right balance in otherwise poor producing dirt. Crops alter the soil in different ways so rotating crops helps create soil for different types of crops the next year.

    So what’s the point? I have had times when I was unable to address my need, and my friend Marilyn handled it. My situation needed her exact “Marilyn-ness,” and I am in debt to her. In other situations, I have had strong opinions or reactions to a situation, and someone else’s comments and perspective about the same thing caused me to alter my response. Still other situations have resulted in my understanding something better through reading and study. I have heard others’ expression of gratefulness while seeing gifts in individuals that I didn’t recognize as gifts until it was pointed out.

    So, my new understanding of the parable of the seed is that it’s all about community. I don’t have what it takes, really, to find salvation on my own. I am grateful for my community that has shared themselves with me in ways that are uniquely them. This has helped me grow and understand in ways I could not have done without their gifts, talents, and opinions. I am grateful for the generosity of those around me who share themselves in an honest and accepting way through community. 

    Jane Metcalf

  • Faith Stories: A Day with the Saints

    Faith Stories: A Day with the Saints

    Faith Stories: A Day with the Saints

    To be honest, it was my initial intent to give glory to God for 19 years of marriage to Paul through the November 1 altar flowers. If you know either of us hard-headed disciples you know that this is quite a miracle, for which he and I are deeply grateful. But after our Tuesday anniversary celebration came and passed, the week wore on and Sunday drew closer, it was apparent to both Paul and me that we were to give glory to God with altar flowers in keeping with the spirit of the day – All Saints’ Day – for all saints known and unknown.

    In the Methodist tradition, All Saints’ Day is a time to remember Christians of every time and place, honoring those who lived faithfully and shared their faith with us (See www.umc.org). Just as John Wesley, I, too, believe that we have much to learn from these saints. I believe All Saints’ Day to be a beautiful day to remember “all the saints who from their labors rest” and the contribution that each, known or unknown, have made and continue to make to the Church universal.

    Continue to make…

    Many of you have heard me speak of my grandmother. I realize I do that often. But this woman, Betty, was a great saint of my mine and continues to serve in such capacity, even though she is no longer among us in this world (she is living her reward, thanks be to God). You see, the lessons that she taught me throughout my life have molded me and shaped me into who I am and affect all aspects of my life, from how I love my husband and raise my children, to how I teach the children in Sundayschool, to how I will serve my faith family, to how I love my neighbor, to how I revere the Word of God and honor Jesus, my King. Her sainthood as devoted and faithful continues to guide me in my life, and in that way, this saint Maw Maw lives on.

    I suspect that many of you experience the same for your personal saints, and recalled the same as we lit the candles on the altar, representing each of our St. John’s family that have come into their sainthood over the last year… how these saints have influenced us, individually and collectively, subtly or maybe quite loudly; in personal, intimate ways or maybe publicly to the joy of the congregation, or even the world. Each saint recalled in our hearts and minds on All Saints Day will continue to serve as saints today and tomorrow and well into the future, in keeping with the perfect and beautiful mystery of our faith.

    Each flower in the All Saints Day bouquet was deliberately chosen, and with the great help of florist, Kim, something undoubtedly beautiful graced our sight – the gray and rainy day outside was radiantly juxtaposed by the life of the flowers, among the dancing light of the candles. Certainly in their simplest, we see the beauty of the flowers as God’s creation, but looking a little deeper, also in their arrangement and imagery:

    • Bells of Ireland:  Bells to recall the joyful noises of the saints, as the bright, after-rain, life-reflecting lime green stalks reach to heaven.
    • Spider Mums: A firework of flowers, with many thin petals, chosen to signify the radiance and glory of the love of God apparent through the saints.
    • Hydrangea: A tightly joined collection of delicate, individually designed, scalloped-edged blossoms, bound together as a collection; its strength and resiliency improved in interconnection, and striking beauty magnified by its bold presence.

    God blessed me with the joy to gather these altar flowers in His name. It is my prayer that you will feel and know His amazing grace, and the joy of the saints, who from their labors rest, in the glorious company of God our Father and His heavenly hosts, for all eternity.

    Natalie Cooper

  • Advent 2015

    [vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]Welcome to the 2015 Advent Devotional by the people of St. John’s United Methodist Church. Our theme this year is The Walk to Bethlehem. We invite you to join us. Download the devotional as a PDF, pick up a printed copy at church (we have a limited number) and/or sign up to receive the devotions as a daily email during the season of Advent using the form below (you can unsubscribe at any time).

    Once again, our Advent Devotional Book will be used as a small group study. If you would like to join a small group study of our Advent Devotional book “The Walk to Bethlehem,” there are a number of Sunday School classes who will be participating , or you can join the Weeknight Group in the Parlor on Wednesdays at 6 p.m., beginning December 2. For information on joining one of these small group studies, please contact Deacon Sarah.

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  • Faith Stories: Walking This Path Together

    Faith Stories: Walking This Path Together

    Faith Stories: Walking This Path Together

    As I think about this Walk that we are on, our capital campaign and the two-phase building project, I am grateful for our St. John’s community. When I look back over the years, realize that God has changed us along the way. He has changed from a self-centered congregation to an others-centered congregation. These are two terms I learned in my Companions in Christ group. We are studying a book titled A Good and Beautiful Community. In it, Dr. James Bryan Smith gives an example of a self-centered congregation. He said it was an aging community who knew they needed young people in their congregation to survive, so they asked him to bring the college students to their church, he could teach a Sunday school class there, and they would make a contribution to the campus ministry program where he worked. It worked a little while but the students stopped coming to worship, and the church stopped their donations.

    Dr. Smith goes on to describe another experience where a congregation, an others-centered Congregation. The group said their church would like to reach out the college students in their area. They asked Dr. Smith what the students needed. He said that students, of course, like to eat and they like to make connections with other people. So the church began offering meals for college students, and as they ate with the students, they came to know them. They were interested in their lives, and they exchanged lots of hugs. This congregation became the famous Chapel Hill UMC in Wichita, Kansas.

    How does this relate to St. John’s? Well, I have noticed a change over the last several years. I think the turning point was when the children’s center closed. When you think about it, we just offered a place for the school. We were not personally involved as we were 40 – 50 years when we began the Mini-School. God closed that door, but he opened a window.

    He gave Theresa Sandifer a vision, He said, “Feed my sheep.” Under her leadership, we read books, learned about the operation of a pantry, and three years ago, The Shepherd’s Market opened. What’s the difference? All of us at St. John’s are involved. We volunteer; bring food on Grocery Bag Sunday, and advocate, Jay’s term, for the importance of the pantry. Not only are we feeding our neighbors with groceries and meals, but we are connecting with them by getting to know them, and we listen to their stories. We share lots of hugs, and we even share communion on Tuesday mornings. We are feeding our neighbors both physically and spiritually.

    And that’s not all. Did you notice all the missions that were highlighted at the Mission Fair a couple of weeks ago? We are reaching out to the community with Opening Doors, the Wildwood initiative, Angel tree and GRACE Camp. And of course, our youth and children’s programs, for example the Trunk-or-Treat event next Sunday will attract many of our neighbors. We are also reaching out to the world with our missions to India, Mexico and Cuba and the support of missions through the UMW.

    As far as this building project and capital campaign are concerned, I can see and feel the excitement and commitment of the whole congregation. Over the past 3 years, many have worked, studying the needs of the congregation, both for ourselves and for our outreach to the community. Under the leadership of Danielle and Phil and Jay, we now have definite plans and are ready to go. If you were at that church conference a few weeks ago, when we voted unanimously to go ahead with the project, you felt the excitement also.

    So do you see what I have been talking about: God has led us to change from a self-centered congregation to an others-centered congregation?

    I would like to share one other way I see God leading me. I have had the building program and capital campaign on my prayer list for many months. One morning last summer, God said, “Why don’t you make a set of Paraments for the campaign?” Paraments are the cloths that hang of the Communion Table and here at the pulpit. So over the next few months, God has led me to create this path, representing the place we are walking on our journey. As I was quilting the path, God spoke again. You see, I made stones in the path by quilting circles. There are some large stones, many medium sized ones, and some smaller circles. As I am sewing, God said, “That is just like the capital campaign, there will be some large contributions, but many, many medium-sized contributions over the next three years, and there are those important smaller gifts, the $5-10 pledges, which will all add up to the $1.5 million.

    God is leading us, St. John’s, and we are walking on this path together.

    Joyce Perry
    As presented during 11 a.m. worship on Sunday, October 18, 2015

    Faith Stories – The Walk Testimony – October 18, 2015 from St. John’s UMC Baton Rouge on Vimeo.