Category: Faith Stories

The Witness committee collects stories about working with St. John’s ministries or other activities where writers have experienced God’s presence.

  • Faith Stories: For Which We are Thankful

    Faith Stories: For Which We are Thankful

    Faith Stories: For Which We are Thankful

    As Lane suggested in her sermon, we would like to share some of our history and the things for which we are thankful.

    When we first joined St. John’s more than 45 years ago, the sanctuary building was already here because of the faith and generosity of its early members. You may not know that there used to be walls between the posts on each side. This formed Sunday School classrooms and offices for the minister and secretary and there was a small kitchen back there. We felt the need for a preschool for the community so the St. John’s Children’s Center was formed in 1966. We worshiped in the small sanctuary on folding chairs. We would rearrange them and add tables for covered dish dinners and other events.

    A pipe organ was given for the sanctuary, and much later pews replaced the folding chairs. We continued to grow and more space was needed. We purchased a white wooden building from University Presbyterian for one dollar and had it moved to our campus behind our sanctuary. This added space enabled us to sponsor Boy and Girl Scout troops, have more Sunday School rooms, and of course a nicer place, with a kitchen, for covered-dish dinners and Boy Scout Courts of Honor.

    Because of the faith and generosity of St. John’s members, we were able to build the gym behind the white building in 1980. This opened up more opportunities for mission. The preschool expanded, we had basketball games, exercise classes, boy and girl scout troops, and more classroom especially for our growing number of adult Sunday School classes, and a much larger area for covered dish dinners.

    The white building was removed and the Education Building was built in 1987. Its new office space allowed the minister and secretary to move out of the small offices in the back of the sanctuary. We had more space for our growing Sunday School classes, Bible Studies and community events. The beautiful parlor was designed so we could hold small meetings and receptions with food, of course. The gym with its classrooms was still important to our mission efforts. 

    Eventually the preschool was closed, and God sent us a new mission. He called Theresa Sandifer to “feed my sheep.” That led to St. John’s opening The Shepherd’s Market food pantry in 2012. We even provide meals for the pantry clients as they await their turn — just another way we feed people. 

    Because St. John’s family was willing to “walk by faith and not by sight,” the gym was transformed into a Family Life Center. As soon as it was completed, God called us to open it after the 2016 flood to survivors and then disaster relief workers. The Shepherd’s Market, scouts, AA, and many other groups continue to use the FLC. If you visited the Mission Fair this past Sunday, you could see how many mission projects we are involved in. And of course, the Family Life Center gives us a nicer place for shared meals, like the breakfast yesterday to celebrate the completion of The Walk campaign.

    We worshiped in the Family Life Center during the construction of the narthex, bell tower and covered walkway. The renovation of the sanctuary makes this an even more beautiful place in which to worship. 

    We believe St. John’s is fulfilling our vision; we are known for feeding people both spiritually and physically because we are willing to walk by faith and not by sight.

    Joyce & Bill Perry

  • Faith Stories: Looking Back with Gratefulness

    Faith Stories: Looking Back with Gratefulness

    Faith Stories: Looking Back with Gratefulness

    As I prepared this message, I was thankful for being given the opportunity to look back with gratitude on all that St. John’s has meant in my life these past thirty-plus years. I joined St. John’s in the early 80s, and since I was just out of college, it feels like I have grown up here as I navigated adulthood.

    Looking back, not only did I grow up and mature in my life and faith these past few decades as St. John’s nurtured me, we, collectively as a church, have grown in many ways too. I don’t have time to count them all, but here are a few that resonate with me.

    When I walked into this sanctuary for the very first time, it looked a bit different. The sides and back sections were enclosed and held multiple rooms where Sunday School classes met and offices were located. That was the first sanctuary renovation I witnessed – making space for more people to worship! Along the way, the building that used to stand behind us was removed and the Education Building was constructed. We didn’t yet have the beautiful lot on the side where we now enjoy the occasional fun activities. And then, as you know, more recently, renovations and additions created the spaces we now enjoy anew  We have taken our time; we’ve been intentional with our facility changes as we’ve tried to be good stewards of the resources we’ve been blessed with, all the while doing this for the purpose of expanding our ministry to the world.

    I believe we’ve also grown and matured emotionally as a church family. As within our own families, there are ups and downs, turns and twists as we experience life’s positive events and storms together. With God’s help, we’ve come out stronger and better for having weathered the good times and tough times. We have grown and matured together into a strong church family. It doesn’t take long for newcomers to start hearing the word “family” around here. And we are truly joyful about welcoming new people into our family.

    I have seen us grow financially. And I don’t necessarily just mean how our personal giving has expanded over the years to enable us to do more for God’s Kingdom. We have seen the positives our contributions have provided. We are called to reach out to our neighbors, and even the world, through our financial giving.  We have done that!  Also, I feel blessed to be a member of a church family who has used our financial growth to resolve a challenge – to meet a need. I personally put forth one such challenge back in the day when Rev. Donald Avery was our pastor. I challenged our church family that year to give a little extra to meet a budgetary need and this church delivered! There have been other such times when we listened to our call from God to go the extra mile when needed. I believe this is evidence of how we have grown financially, but more importantly, indicates our spiritual growth and the good that comes from listening to God.

    We have grown spiritually in ways too numerous to mention. We’ve studied, we’ve been spiritually nourished in small groups, we’ve attended spiritual renewal retreats, and we’ve stretched ourselves to pray in our neighborhood. One thing stands out the most to me however. We have grown spiritually in a way that allowed us to open our doors to become a place where people are fed. We feed them food to nourish their physical body and we have faith that we have been and will continue to be God’s instruments in feeding souls as well.

    How have we been doing all this? How will we continue to be a place that feeds God’s people spiritually and physically? With God by our side. With God’s call on our hearts. With gratitude for all that God has blessed us with. Just look around. Look at all our blessings. Let’s look with gratitude on our own life’s blessings. We honor God as we gratefully give back a portion to Him so that His purposes may continue to be realized, right here on the corner of Renee and Highland and reaching beyond.

    Kathy King

  • Faith Stories: Do you have to be slapped upside your head by God like I do?

    Faith Stories: Do you have to be slapped upside your head by God like I do?

    Faith Stories: Do you have to be slapped upside your head by God like I do? 

    For the past few years I have been praying to God for direction: What do You want me to do to be Your hands and feet? Show me the gifts I might use to Your glory. I know You are listening to me, but I am having a hard time hearing any answers … Hello? 

    Well, of course God has spoken to me – I just don’t look for HOW He delivers His answers. I have two major examples of how God has answered my prayers/questions.  

    First, I kept lamenting to those close to me about waiting and waiting and waiting for God to give me direction; what great things shall I do to glorify you? I plodded along doing my everyday stuff, getting more frustrated that I should be doing something BIG for God. Lament, lament, lament! Then one day, the simple answer came from my daughter (bless her because she hears a large amount of my lamenting). She said, “Mom, maybe you are already doing what God wants you to do: spending lots of time with family, grandchildren, Shepherd’s Market, Hospice, Sunday School, ALS fundraisers.” Wow. Eye opener. Perhaps I am. Perhaps I just need to focus on my tasks to see how I can better represent my Lord and my faith. A new Christian pop song came over the radio recently that delivers this message very well: Dream Small by Josh Wilson

    My second example is not so much about my prayers as it is about God knowing the desires of my heart. I love to go on mission as most of you know: Cuba and India. But I also have a deep desire to travel and learn about different cultures. I am just not comfortable – yet – to travel alone. Well, of course God knows our every thought, prayer and wish. While visiting my brother in Vermont last January, my sister-in-law suggested I look into the travel organization called Roads Scholar. She knew people who had gone on various trips and loved it. Looking at their copy of the Roads Scholar magazine, one of my dream trips caught my eye: Valley of the Pharaohs, Egypt.  

    Fast forward five months: One Saturday I was speaking with a seasoned traveler at a church function. I told her about this trip to Egypt and how this was front and center on my “bucket list.” She cocked her head, looked a bit surprised and said, “Well, I am going on that very trip this November.” Wow! Are you kidding me? I hurried home and tried to register but the trip was full. I ended up #1 on the wait list.  

    Two days later, on Monday, I received in the mail the page from the Roads Scholar magazine about Valley of the Pharaohs from my sister-in-law with a note: Do it!! (I can tell you mail between VT and LA takes longer than 2 days!) The very next day, Tuesday, I was browsing through Amazon Prime’s newest offerings of free Kindle books and the second book on the list was… Lonely Planet: Egypt, A Travel Guide. What?!?! OK God! I hear You loud and clear! I am convicted. I am going on this trip whether it be with someone I know or at some other time by myself. Slapped upside my head! God again reminded me of who is really in control when I found out I was no longer on the wait list and was going with friends after all. Oh, and by the way my notification came on Jere’s and my anniversary. 

    God is good all the time. All the time God is good. Perhaps now I will “listen” for God better. Dream small, dream big, God hears you. 

    Susan Johnston

  • Faith Stories: Angels at Christmas Time

    Faith Stories: Angels at Christmas Time

    Faith Stories: Angels at Christmas Time

    Adapted from the Children’s Moment on Sunday, December 17, 2017, based on Matthew 1:18-25.

    Children’s moment on Sunday December 17, 2019

    I know that you are as excited as I am that Christmas is getting closer! There are all kinds of things around that remind us that the holiday is near; I especially enjoy all of the decorations! What are some decorations that you have seen? I have seen lights, wreaths, Christmas trees and more. One of the things that I really like to see at Christmas time is all of the angels. I have all SORTS of angels that I put out at Christmas time.

    Why do you think that we see so many angels at Christmas time? Well, there are angels in the Christmas story – they appeared to the shepherds out in the fields to tell them when baby Jesus was born. But an angel is important to the Christmas story even before Jesus was born. An angel appeared to Mary to tell her that she was going to have a baby.

    But today, we’re going to find out about another time there was a visit from an angel. This visit was to Joseph. As you know, Joseph and Mary were engaged to be married. So when Joseph found out that Mary was going to have a baby before they were married, you can imagine how surprised he was. He probably thought, “What do I do now?” Joseph was a good man and didn’t want to make Mary feel bad, so he decided to just quietly break off their engagement. But then listen to what happened!

    One night Joseph was sleeping, and while he was asleep, an angel came to him in a dream! The angel said to Joseph, “Don’t be afraid to get married to Mary. The baby that she is going to have is the Son of God. She is going to have a baby boy, and you are going to name him Jesus, and when he grows up, he is going to save all of the people from their sins!”

    When Joseph woke up, he knew what the angel had said and knew what God’s plan was and did what he was supposed to do. But you know, Joseph didn’t really understand how everything was going to happen, but that didn’t matter; he didn’t need to worry about what other people would think. Joseph trusted God and obeyed him. 

    Sometimes you and I may find ourselves in a situation where we don’t know what to do. Like Joseph, we might ask ourselves, “What do I do now?” But if we listen, God will tell us what to do. He probably won’t send an angel to speak to us like he did with Joseph, but he will speak to us if we listen. It is up to us to pray and to listen carefully and to obey God’s plans for us.

    Barbara then gave each child a little angel to help them remember to listen carefully for God to speak to them and to obey what he wants them to do. Then they prayed together:

    Dear God, Please help us to listen to you and obey your plan for us. Amen.

    Barbara Benton

  • Faith Stories: Jonah’s Slimy Mess

    Faith Stories: Jonah’s Slimy Mess

    Faith Stories: Jonah’s Slimy Mess

    A Personal Reflection on Jonah 1:17 – 2:10

    Natalie teaching children
    Natalie teaching children

    This summer the children’s Sunday school classes did a lesson about the story of Jonah in the belly of the fish. I had previously assured my class we would make slime my next Sunday teaching – the activity planned before the lesson known – and we decided the slime could represent what Jonah was in when he was spat out of the fish. Now that’s some tactile imagery!

    While thinking about that and reading the Scripture something hit me.
    Even in our lowest, loneliest moments; in our most overwhelming places and shame-filled spaces; in the dirtiest, stinkiest, darkest, most hopeless spots of our lives, God remains with us, knowing us, loving us. Did you get that? He is present, He knows us and He loves us anyway. When the rough waters of conviction prompted Jonah to go overboard, Jonah put himself in that turbulent, watery expanse, that dangerous, desolate place, and only God’s intervention could save Jonah from himself and his self-inflicted predicament.

    Jonah, a singular man swallowed whole by a beast of the depths, stewed and lamented in slimy muck with nowhere else to go; the fish’s gut his sanctuary. Being swallowed up by miraculous, fishy saving grace was Jonah’s best case scenario.  All we know of the three days and three nights Jonah spent in the belly of that great fish is that he prayed.

    How frightening, this helpless state. Imagine being alone in the belly of that fish, the preferred alternative, the better choice, given the options afforded by consequences of failing to trust and obey. God’s merciful providence is undoubtedly the way out. It is always present, even if not recognized as such, or smelly or slimy or not very pretty: it is the opportunity to receive the discipline of Abba in His wise judgment and reconcile back to Him, as opposed to inevitable sinking into the depths of certain death in the middle of the vast, deep sea, seemingly outside of God’s presence, a shameful consequence of one’s own defiance.

    Repentant Jonah began his prayer in the belly of the fish with a heart of distress. He experienced the very real consequence of his disobedience, but in looking to God his life was lifted up from the pit.

    Children making slime
    Children making slime

    Our loving, unfailing, attentive Father readily provided Jonah a means out of the depths by way of the fish that consumed him. Jonah turned back to God with a renewed heart of humility and a renewed spirit to do the work God again asked him to do – that which he had previously avoided so desperately. That gross, nasty place was his saving grace.  So now I’m thinking: Maybe my gross places are rooms for saving grace to dwell, too.

    Truly, it is best to just own our slime and recall the consequences of being consumed by it, lest we forget and be consumed again. And, of course, give it to God.

    In prayer, the perspective of Jonah’s heart changed. Isn’t it amazing how God changes us in sweet prayer? Ah, the sickening grief of being lost and alone dissipates, replaced with the awareness of being sweetly sought and found! The joy of hope alive again, even in the slime! What intimate miracles God weaves in our hearts and lives from the time we drop to knees to the time of rising renewed in his power!

    Mindful of God’s loving correction, and while in the same nasty space, Jonah grew hopeful, praising God for deliverance and surrendering, once again, as a sacrifice for God’s good and perfect purpose with the resolve to trust and obey. Deliverance and freedom were given to him as God brought him up from the depths, saving him as the fish vomited him out onto dry land. I can just see it – Jonah, standing there on the shore, saturated in muck and gloriously free! Jonah is restored, called and entrusted to God’s service once again! Prayer changed the tone of his heart from selfishness to selflessness and prompted him to turn back to God.

    At least in that moment.

    And then he was defiant again. And again. And God corrected him again and again. Rightfully, the book of Jonah closes with God’s instruction, and the reader is not made aware of how Jonah responded, whether or not he repented (again).

    I’ve gleaned that while our humanity – fear, insecurity, anxiety, selfishness-will never fail to bring us to a place of consequence birthed from defiance, God will never fail to be loving Father and teacher of wisdom, mercifully patient of our anger and frustration. This is truth. Never should we dare to mistake God’s kindness for weakness! But from time to time in our humanity we will most rightfully stand to be corrected. Our Father’s tough, parental love will always convict the heart needing correction. We only need look to the Father and receive the lesson.

    How did Jonah respond in the end? As human we can surely count on him, and us, to be obedient one moment and defiant the next. Such is the human condition, juxtaposed against the unfailing, assured, consistent nature of Loving God. So we repent and turn back to God, again and again, and we are forgiven again and again, as we strive to return to the pursuit of service and self-denial, to trust and obey, and to be made trustworthy. Even while we are inconsistent and unreliable, moody and temperamental, spoiled and ungrateful, our loving, patient Abba is the same as He has always been, today and every day. Yes! We can find our faith, even in the slime. Faith found will surely see us through. Again and again and again.

    Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.

    Natalie Cooper

  • Faith Stories: A Prayer and a Book

    Faith Stories: A Prayer and a Book

    Faith Stories: A Prayer and a Book

    As a 20-year-old man in 1982, I felt the presence of God for the first time. A pastor of a church in New Delhi, Roy Smith, stopped me from ending my life. He counseled me for two hours telling me that God loves me and doesn’t want me to die. Roy told me he too felt similar and learnt it from a couple called Carlos and Saroj Welch that his life was precious.

    The second time I felt the presence of God was when that couple opened their home to me and embraced me as their son-of-the-heart.
    The third time was almost 20 years later in their church in Baton Rouge.
    After being accepted as their son, I decided to become a psychotherapist. I finished my graduation with their support and worked in a rehabilitation center for mentally ill people. Then I moved on to work in prisons and with post traumatic stress of survivors who had faced war, genocide and religious violence. My work involved providing psychological support, and I heard daily stories that were brutal, poignant and often made me question the goodness of man.

    It was at that stage that I came to visit Carlos and Saroj with my family. Now I was married and had a beautiful daughter. We all came to St. John’s to be present during worship. When I was in India, I always found it a spiritual experience to go with Carlos and Saroj and didn’t want to miss it this time when we were all in USA.

    After the service was over, I saw my 6-year-old daughter sitting with other children listening to stories about God’s love. Looking at me she smiled that told me not to come near. “I am fine and God is taking care of me.” Where had I seen that look before? I realized I had felt it in myself long ago and was feeling it again.

    Carlos and Saroj went about organizing the choir. Sitting there I was suddenly filled with gratitude for what God has given me. The work that I was able to do with disadvantaged people. Suddenly the stories of refugees, survivors no longer seemed to weigh like a boulder on my mind but like a beacon of light that God wanted me to carry forward. And there was one more thing God was telling me. You have an ability to write, to express yourself that everyone talks about. Write about the suffering of people you work with, the hatred, the bigotry that you see in my name and let everyone know.

    I didn’t realize I was sitting alone now and everyone had left, but I had found my mission once again.

    As I came back to India and shifted through my voluminous notes and began to read them, they seemed to come alive in my hands. The pages no longer felt heavy in my hands but alive with something I never had felt before. I found about different events I had written, different voices I had heard, the people who wanted their stories of suppression to come out. I felt as if God wanted my writing to do that. It was a moment of reckoning that perhaps comes once in a lifetime. God, I realized, had made me aware that I needed to express the lost voices of the people through writing so that it is not lost and people read them to stand against violence in the name of religion.

    I don’t remember when I picked up the pen and started writing. I began to write now but in a different way. Ideas that I had expressed as a psychologist in a few words, in neutral way, gave way to express as an author through crafting of words that came to encompass larger realities of history, memory and identity of a country that is India.

    As I finished I named this book The Infidel Next Door.

    It revolves around two boys Aditya and Anwar who live in a temple and a mosque next door to each other and their relationship marked by hatred and finding the profound humanity that bounds them despite belonging to different religions. When Islamic fundamentalism threatens a land and everything the infidels there stand for, they confront their inner selves and conscience to find an unknown path.

    People from all religions are reading this book. Its themes of forgiveness and redemption is finding an echo with many. 

    This book is a reflection of that gratitude of what I felt as love of God from two people who opened their home and their hearts to me.

    Because of its references to bigotry and religious violence no publisher in India agreed to publish it. Though they called it a book of courage and a voice against the fear that is being created in the name of religion they felt it would invite trouble. I published it on my own and spreading the word. I want my book to be read by people and institutions working on interfaith healing and reconciliation. That will be my deepest reward.

    Persecution in the name of religion is nothing new in this world. Hearing one such story of a man who lived and died two thousand years ago, changed my life and will do to many other lives. There have been millions who have died upholding what they believe is God’s love for us. Many voices which tried to say that were silenced. My voice may be suppressed too but not silenced. Please pray for me so that the strength I found ten years ago to live and write this book never leaves me, so that I do not falter and find the strength to carry on with my mission.

    Rajat Mitra
    New Delhi, India

  • Faith Stories: Prayer for our Country

    Faith Stories: Prayer for our Country

    Faith Stories: Prayer for our Country 

    On the night of Tuesday, November 8 as I sat watching the presidential election returns–flipping from one news station to another (MSNBC, FOX, BBC CNN)–not wanting to believe what I was viewing. My stomach knotted, and I became nauseous as my mind struggled to come to terms with the projected outcome. I finally succumbed to physical exhaustion and climbed into bed as I continued my prayer for peace and unity. I also asked God for guidance– guidance for how I could become an active participant in bringing love and peace to all I meet.

    Four hours later I awakened and when sleep did not return, I felt God’s nudge to arise and to pray, and I knew that I was to pray for love and peace to prevail in the United States and also to pray for the man who had won the election, Donald Trump. My prayer continued with the request that we as a country show respect and love for one another. So, although I did not stay awake the entire night, I did hear God’s call to be ready as we face a new chapter in U.S. history. Ten days later during my morning meditation, I found myself reading this passage in Luke (21:34) “Watch out! Don’t let your hearts be dulled by carousing and drunkenness, and by the worries of this life. Don’t let that day catch you unaware.” (NLT)

    I felt God speaking to me, reminding me not to allow despair to overcome my life as we face a new chapter in U.S. history. Do not allow my mind to become a trap for despair but to become alert and aware of what I can do to bring loving kindness into this world. None of us knows the future but I believe that prayer–both asking God for guidance, asking God to guide our leaders, and also listening for God’s whispers–shape my/our future. With this in mind, I hang onto the words of Julian of Norwich, “It is God’s will that we receive three things from him as gifts as we seek. The first if that we seek willingly and diligently without sloth, as that may be with his grace, joyfully and happily, without unreasonable depression and useless sorrow.

    The second is that we wait for him steadfastly, out of love for him, without grumbling and contending against him, to the end of our lives, for that will last only for a time. The third is that we have great trust in him, out of complete and true faith, for it is his will that we know tht he will appear suddenly and blessedly, to all his lovers. For he works in secret, and he will be perceived, and trusted, for he is very accessible, familiar and courteous, blessed may he be. “(Julian of Norwich Showings, p. 196) Thanks be to God!

    I am loved and love others. Amen!

    Joyce Clavenna

  • Faith Stories: The Language of Christ’s Love

    Faith Stories: The Language of Christ’s Love

    Faith Stories: The Language of Christ’s Love

    At the urging of some friends, I will attempt to convey a very moving spiritual moment for me. This short moment made me realize what healing power each of us possesses if we choose to use it.

    As many of you know, I recently went on mission to Cuba. It was such a fabulous experience! Words and pictures unfortunately inhibit an adequate description. Our destination was Ciego de Avila, a six hour van ride from Havana. We all stayed in the parsonage, 6 women in one room and 5 men in another. We worked hard, ate well, accomplished more than our scope of work, and had many a laugh. But the biggest joy was experiencing Christ daily through each other (the mission team) and even more so through the Cuban people we thought WE were serving.  

    One day I felt my emotions getting the best of me so I quietly, or so I thought, left the patio area where we took our breaks, ate our meals and had worship. I walked to the area where we were helping to construct their new church, sat on a retaining wall and proceeded to weep. A few minutes later I felt someone put their arm around me and began to stroke my forehead ever so gently – as if to wipe away my sadness. She spoke so quietly and gently while continuing to hold me and brush her fingers across my brow. As is said in our covenant group, that was most certainly a ‘closest to Christ’ moment – perhaps one of the closest for me.

    Who is this person? Her name is Iris. She is 28, a single parent, poor as the proverbial church mouse, and has one of the most beautiful smiles I think I have ever seen – genuine and ever-present. She is one of many Cubans who worked hard behind the scenes to make our stay comfortable. She does not speak any English and my Spanish vocabulary is limited to the number of fingers on my hands! But, for that moment, while she comforted me, she spoke the language of Christ’s love. It was all that was needed. I truly felt that it was Jesus himself sitting next to me stroking my forehead.

    So, imagine what our world would be like if we could all be Christ-like to a hurting family member, a friend, a neighbor, or even to a stranger we haven’t met yet. As a recipient, I can tell you it is powerful. So, I will look for my own opportunities to be Christ-like and I pray that you will look for yours.  

    Bendiciones de Dios,  
    Susan Johnston

  • Advent Faith Stories: Christmas Eve 2016

    Advent Faith Stories: Christmas Eve 2016

    Advent Faith Stories: Christmas Eve 2016

    Billie Bourgeois, "Awaiting," 13"x13" acrylic on wood panel.
    Billie Bourgeois, “Awaiting,” 13″x13″ acrylic on wood panel.

    But understand this: if the owner of the house had known in what part of the night the thief was coming, he would have stayed awake and would not have let his house be broken into. ~ Matthew 24:43

    Sometimes scripture creeps me out. Take for example this little zinger of a warning found in Matthew’s Gospel. Holy Violation! Don’t instructions like these invite us beyond our comfortable safe spaces? Cat-burglar Jesus slips past our snoring doggies and alarm systems, tip-toes around our beds and our sleepy heads, in order to yank away our flat screen TVs and precious laptops.   

    I tend to interpret Jesus’s teaching like these as needed attention-getters. I don’t necessarily think our dear Savior means to strike fear in our hearts, so much as keep us on our toes. Holy Reverence is the gentle twin of Holy Violation. Thus, as the Advent Christ chimes his returning glory in our hearts, Christmas Jesus in the manger caresses our previous misgivings and assures again that “Yes, Jesus Christ is both.” The King of Creation returning again, coming to steal away our burdens – TVs and laptops included – the stuff that weighs us down, that keeps us dull and unwatchful, inattentive to Christ’s work, burdened by our more selfish desires. And he is the sweet saving Child of Promise, coming for the 1st time (again), the Incarnation of God’s grace, mercy, and care. Both – the Christ-Child – eternal and transcendent, immanent and now. 

    And to this Christ – coming King and Babe in the manger – may we say again, “Come, you Holy Thief, and take away our sins, and steal the stuff that weighs heavy on our lives and in our spirits.”
    In these final hours of epic transformation from Cosmic Christ of Advent to gentle Jesus of Christmas, I’m drawn again to the art of Billie Bourgeois. Her work, displayed on our worship guides this past month, entitled “Awaiting,” serves as icon of the season. We may see through her art into images of sacred beauty. Shifting forms and symbolic colors as if to say, “Stay alert. Keep awake therefore.” The Holy Thief, Jesus our Savior, has come to free us from our sin and stuff. And yes, he is coming again in all his brilliant beauty. 

    Pastor Jay Hogewood, PhD

    “Advent.” 

    “Come,” Thou dost say to Angels,
    To blessed Spirits, “Come”;
    “Come,” to the Lambs of Thine Own flock,
    Thy little Ones, “Come home.”

    “Come,” from the many-mansioned house
    The gracious word is sent,
    “Come,” from the ivory palaces
    Unto the Penitent. 

    O Lord, restore us deaf and blind,
    Unclose our lips tho’ dumb;
    Then say to us, “I come with speed,”
    And we will answer, “Come.” 

    ~ Christina Rossetti

  • Advent Faith Stories: Teetering on the Edge of a Harvest Blessing

    Advent Faith Stories: Teetering on the Edge of a Harvest Blessing

    Advent Faith Stories: Teetering on the Edge of a Harvest Blessing

    And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up. Galatians 6:9

    The accelerator is to the floor. Trying to keep up with this fast-paced life, amidst the onset of the scurry of holiday bustle and commitments, the daily life challenges never fail to arise, leaving this anxiety-filled spirit overwhelmed and teetering on the edge of broken.

    But what if I’m actually teetering on the edge of a harvest blessing?

    There are enough challenges in ordinary life, and sometimes the challenges roll in as gentle waves, sometimes they come crashing in like a tsunami, submerging us in doubt and spirit-crushing, worry-fueled hopelessness. In my house, my current experience is the latter, and it has been for some time. But I know that God has wonderful plans for me because I trust His Word, not because I feel my life reflects it, not because I can see a bright future ahead. I am counting on God to be God as I fumble and err through apparent darkness, looking for that light at the end of the tunnel that I am too blind to see. 

    So fearfully, and often reluctantly, with each new morning, I put one foot in front of the other, stomach in knots, mind swimming with “what ifs,” the language of a devil’s advocate. 

    God, what would you have me do?

    Somewhere, somehow God is with me. I don’t know how; I don’t know why. But His Word promises me. And that’s the Word I take with me as I am overwhelmed by the worries of this life. I trust that our Father sees the bright future ahead of me; 

    I will trust that our Father has me teetering on the edge of a harvest blessing, even though my mind and this life repeatedly endeavor to tell me otherwise. The struggles are hard, but there is a light beaconing, like a lighthouse signaling through the dense fog, to a disabled little boat adrift on rough seas, affording assurance if we do not grow weary of doing good… in due season we will reap, if we do not give up.

    God is a genius. He is perfection. He is righteousness. He is amazing. And He clearly knows a lot better than me. He forges us through fire and turbulence and challenges to equip us for the beautiful life He has in store for each of us. Ironically, the agony of this earthly life is a gift. The agony of this life is an opportunity to be made new. I believe, Lord, help my unbelief!

    Good and gracious Father, thank you for this day. Thank you for your Word, reminding me that you are with me through it all, that you will take my weaknesses and make them Your strengths, that you are forging me anew through the challenges of this life. Help me Father to trust in your presence when I fear you are absent; to be assured that you will walk with me and instill in my heart a longing to do good and a desire to honor You. Help me to trust in your holy Word that you will remake me for your Kingdom-work. Help me to be patient and trust in your promise that I am teetering on the edge of a harvest blessing. In Jesus’ name. Amen.

    Natalie Cooper