Friday, July 24, 2015

Trusting in God...


Self-reliance and independence have always been my watchwords.  Growing up, my sisters and I were taught to have a strong work ethic and to do things for ourselves whenever we could.  And in my adult life, I confess that my natural instinct is to “circle the wagons” and seek as little outside assistance as possible. 

However, since beginning this journey of my call to pursue ordained ministry and then leaning into the spiritual formation that entails, I have been slowly learning to open that fist I had closed tightly around my life.  I have been working to relinquish control and to be okay with being in need.

It hasn’t been easy, certainly.  I still have moments where asking for help is the last thing I want to do.  And yet, in those moments I cling to the words of Proverbs 3:5-6…

"Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not rely on your own insight. 

In all your ways, acknowledge God, and God will make straight your paths."


When I have been most unsure of my path, these words remind me to put my trust where it is most secure.  Not in my own understandings of how my life should work out, but in the knowledge that God has prepared a way for me. 

Saturday, August 30, 2014

ENDORSEMENT ESSAY

So, after lots of prayerful discernment over what to write... here is the full text of my endorsement essay.  I post it here in the hopes it might help some other seminarian on the cusp of endorsement to know what someone else thought was valuable to put in this essay. Good luck!

Endorsement Essay - JMichael 2014

My entrance essay began with this statement, “It is with a servant’s heart and a willing spirit that I am requesting to begin the candidacy process, working toward ordination as a pastor in the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America.”  And in preparation for this endorsement essay, I have reflected on what these words mean now as seen through the prism of the transformation I have been living into since first writing those words.  As I have looked back at the events of the past year or so, I can confidently say that I still possess that servant’s heart and willing spirit.  So, I am requesting now to step across the next threshold in the candidacy process, endorsement.

I. CALL TO MINISTRY
What does it mean to be called?  I know that the word “vocation” comes from the Latin vocare which means “call” or “calling.”  The task for this portion of the endorsement essay is to reflect theologically on my vocation as it is grounded in baptism.  In the context of defining my vocation theologically, I am faced with these questions, “Just what does God want me to do in the life of this church?” and “How is my vocation reflected in my baptismal call?”
The biblical image that comes to mind when I consider these questions is the story of Samuel.  In 1 Samuel 3:1-21, we get the story of how Samuel was called by God.  It’s a familiar story where Samuel hears God calling him, but mistakenly thinks it is Eli instead.  He goes back and forth to Eli three times before Eli realizes that it is God’s voice Samuel hears and to whom he must respond.  Perhaps others in my position would reference call stories that have a more cataclysmic shift within them, like the stories about Isaiah, Paul, or Simon Peter.  But I have always been drawn to Samuel’s story instead.  God’s call did not come to Samuel as some “holy 2x4” smacking him over the head and redirecting his path.  Instead, God’s voice came to Samuel as a whisper in the dark of night.  And I believe that is how God has been calling me these past many years… slowly and quietly to be a leader for this church.
I have come to recognize that all of the events of my life have worked as a quiet awakening… a growing awareness of where I was being led.  All along it has been that gentle whisper to stay on the course God had prepared.  I cannot claim some sudden epiphany that came to me or even one specific event in my life that put me on this path.  But I do know that in my baptism, God claimed me!  And I also know that since then he has worked within the events of my life to reveal to me this call to leadership within the church.
My understanding of my call to ministry has been to recognize the slow and steady thrum of the Holy Spirit at work within me and also at work within those around me.  My parents gave me love and nurtured me in my faith.  My participation within Women of the ELCA has developed my spiritual life and this community of women has supported my gifts for leadership.  And now as I continue my seminary education, I can see how the formation process is growing my ability to articulate my call.   
One of the key lessons I learned during Clinical Pastoral Education was how all the successes and heartbreaks of my life have “primed the soil” for what seeds of ministry will be planted as I grow towards public ministry for this church.  In the “Vision & Expectations” document that is the code of conduct for all ordained leaders of the ELCA, we are reminded that “The ordained minister recognizes the importance of lifelong growth in learning. Such growth is intended to renew, extend, and deepen insight into the scriptures and the doctrinal teaching of the church, and to enable one to respond to the insights and challenges of the world with greater awareness and a more faithful confession.”1  THAT is what my theological education has added to my ministry capabilities.  Prior to beginning at Wartburg Theological Seminary, my experiences as a lay leader in the church were a response to challenges from a primarily intuitive approach.  Being in seminary now has begun to push me beyond that boundary, providing a deeper connection to scriptures and doctrine.  I believe this has helped to clarify what I have considered instinctual and given me the opportunity to be a stronger leader.
With that in mind, I believe that God has called me to serve as a parish pastor.  I have been given opportunities for learning how to organize and participate in governance.  Years of serving in various lay leadership roles have provided insight into the realities of Lutheran congregational life, including first-hand knowledge of lay-clergy partnerships that foster healthy faith community life.
Being very actively involved with Women of the ELCA has connected me with many of the future “visioning” concepts within the ELCA.  The past few years I have followed the progress of the “Living into theFuture Together” Task Force (LIFT) for the ELCA.  In the final report from this task force, they indicate that “Changing times present new opportunities. God is sending this church to speak the gospel particularly through vital local congregations.”2  In my opinion, the future of the ELCA will be in these local congregations where intentional effort is made to develop outreach and connection to people who may not have experience with a traditional congregational setting.  And I am excited to uncover what my role will be in this new ecology of the church once my seminary education is complete.
While at Wartburg Theological Seminary, I know that my formation has included learning how I can be in relationship with others in a way that brings cooperation, shapes vision and is, at the very core, Christ-centered.  So, it is not only reflecting on my past that shows me my sense of call.  I am excited about the future and how I will use my gifts gleaned through theological education.  I want to be on that front-line working collegially with others as we face these challenges together.  That is why I know my call to ministry is to contribute to the life of the church through ordained pastoral ministry in a parish setting.   Like Samuel, I may not have known at first who was calling, but now that I know, I am ready to respond, “Speak, Lord, for your servant is listening.”  

II. FAITHFULNESS TO THE CHURCH’S CONFESSION
Our human identity lies in being created in God’s image.  Our baptismal identity is to be in a relationship of mutual love with God.  However, through temptation and our desire to live by our own merit, we turn away from God.  We broke the relationship and continue to break the relationship with God and all creation which has led to injustice on earth and separation from God.   Thus, our dilemma is sin.  God’s solution to sin is salvation.  Salvation is only possible through justification by faith alone, through God’s gift of grace in Christ alone without dependence on one’s own strength, merits or work.
God wants to be in a relationship with me.  He seeks me out and gives me so much of what makes my life fulfilling… love, family, community, and really, all that I have.  And yet, as a sinner I know I turn away from God.  I turn away when I doubt, when I fear, when I despair that I do not have enough or that I am not enough.  This is my brokenness.  This is my suffering.  Through this sin, I am brought to my knees and to the foot of the cross.  It is there that God meets me and reminds me that through my baptism, I belong to God… not because of what I have done, but because of what Christ has done on my behalf. 
I was not Lutheran from birth like many of my colleagues, but came to this faith tradition after getting married.  I confess at the time, being Lutheran was not a grand revelation with an emphasis on canon and theology.  Instead, it was simply a matter of being a lot more important to my mother-in-law that we go to a Lutheran church than it was to my parents that we attend an Episcopal church!  And yet, as my faith life grew, I came to study more about scripture and much more about the specifics of Lutheran beliefs and doctrine.  Within this time of transformation, the concepts of sola gratia, sola fide, sola scriptura resonated more to me than anything I had ever been taught as a child.  During that time, I “became” Lutheran through an awakening of the mind and spirit.  And now I cannot imagine living within any other doctrine of faith.
I am committed to the beliefs and confessions of the Lutheran Church.  They characterize a theology that is centered on God’s love and grace that offers hope to a suffering world.  As Lutherans, we believe that we are freed in Christ to love and serve our neighbor. Our church’s mission is to be eager instruments for God, to offer restoration and reconciliation in Jesus’ name throughout the world.   
Within the “Vision & Expectations” document we are challenged, “Ordained ministers of this church are expected to proclaim in word and deed God’s saving gospel of justification by grace through faith, and so equip the baptized for their ministry in daily life.”3  My service to this church stands firmly upon this statement.  I seek to help people grasp this restorative message, to help them understand and experience the life-giving grace of the gospel first-hand in their lives.  In proclamation of the word, in administering the sacraments, in being a living witness to God’s healing grace in my own life… this is how I seek to be a diligent and faithful servant of this church.  This is part of my faithfulness to the church’s confession, living out the gospel in my every-day life.

III. FAITHFUL LIVING
Faithful living to me begins and ends with witnessing to God’s saving grace.  Relying on the Spirit’s help, I have tried to live that way.  But there have been noticeable changes in me since my entrance decision in February 2013.  Participating in theological education as a residential student has been a tremendous gift to me personally and vocationally.  From the moment I moved to campus, I felt that I had turned a corner in my life.  With each class, I have been challenged to think about my theology, to explore deeper the meaning of baptism, salvation, and grace.  With each semester my confidence has grown in my ability to share my faith through preaching, teaching and personal witness.
In July 2014, my tenure as churchwide president of Women of the ELCA came to a close during the 9th Triennial Convention.  As I stepped aside to allow the next president to be lifted up, there was a shift in my understanding of my vocation in the church.  For so many years I served in leadership within this community of women, representing them to those outside our organization and sharing a sisterhood within this group.  I was good at being a leader for a women’s organization within the church.  I felt confident in my abilities and accomplished as president.  But now, without that title and without the instant authority that comes with it, I thought that perhaps I would be slightly adrift, not completely without anchor, but also stripped of an identity within the church that had become so comfortable for me. 
And yet, when I laid my head down on the pillow that night after the new president was elected, I was quietly joyful about what comes next.  In my closing remarks during the convention I thanked the whole community for serving as the catalyst of spiritual change in my life.  And reflecting upon how much this community formed me, I can say that the ending of my service within this organization energizes me with the prospect of how I might live out my vocation within the church in a new way.  I am so very grateful for the ministry of women that is Women of the ELCA, for they offered me my first opportunity to serve the wider church.  But now with this service faithfully completed, I am eager to live into the next expression of my vocation.
Reflecting though, it is no surprise that my greatest transformations since beginning the candidacy process have come during my time in Clinical Pastoral Education.  Initially, I was very apprehensive, but eager, about participating in this program.  After talking with my colleagues who had participated in CPE previously, I understood that transparency with family of origin issues and personal history was a key component of a successful CPE unit.  This posed a challenge for me because my natural inclination throughout my life has always been to put forward my best image, but conceal the cracks and flaws that exist beneath the surface. 
It has not been easy for me in my adult life to make friends.  I have many acquaintances and casual connections, but few deep relationships outside of my own family.  I am very good at cultivating an image of efficiency, poise and strength that hides the scars and troubles I have endured.  This behavior does not lend itself to the kind of real intimacy that leads to friendship.  However, since entering the candidacy process I have been getting better at exposing the vulnerable underside of my life with others.  This began as I worked with my spiritual director, Rev. Lin Rohr this past year.  But I know that the deepest sharing I have done about my life occurred during my CPE unit this summer.  This experience, more than any other, has helped me uncover areas that will continue to need self-care and observation as I seek to serve the church as an ordained minister.   
The first area of insight that I identified while in CPE is my avid interest in being “preferred”.  Arriving at this understanding of myself has been an epiphany of sorts not only for me, but also for my sisters as well.  I continue to review my past and present behavior through this lens and believe it will inform my ministry as I move forward.   I understand how much of my personal history has been wrapped up in this need.  Additionally, I have been looking at some of my current responsibilities at seminary and what I did within Women of the ELCA these past many years.  I have come to recognize how being preferred has motivated my actions in these areas and will have an impact on my future ministry as well.
The other insight of note for me during this unit was the value of silence and letting go of being solely in control of a pastoral visit.  My natural tendency is to talk and keep the conversation flowing easily because relating to someone else’s personal pain is something I have had little practice with in the past.  However, the individual supervision sessions with my CPE supervisor, Dr. Don Winslett, helped me to reveal how my pain has shaped me.  I have become more aware of how sitting with people in their pain without talking or “doing” something has value.  During the group sessions and didactics, I learned how to be better at sitting in silence as the patient needs it.  This has not been an easy task for me and I still struggle with it.  But I became increasingly successful by using my own breathing to slow my anxiety and let the visit take its course.  I believe this lesson, as well as many others that I learned over the course of the unit, will have a life-long effect on my ministry.
Returning this year to seminary, in light of these and other transformational experiences, I am encouraged about what is to come.  I plan to continue my work with my spiritual director during this year.  My goal is to focus on authenticity and trust.  Over the summer, I finished reading a book suggested by my spiritual director called “Deep Living” by Roxanne Howe-Murphy.  I am looking forward to how our discussions of this text will expand my understanding of both practical and holistic ways of strengthening my self-awareness and self-care.
Additionally, I am serving as one of the sacristans of the chapel at Wartburg Theological Seminary.  It has long been a spiritual practice for me to participate in the planning and preparations for worship.  I feel a strong call to create a space for people to be in communion with one another and with God through worship.  And even though many may think that a flurry of emails and the exchange of logistics to prepare a worship service is not anything near spiritual nourishment, I know that for me I will be fed by this experience.
The final question of this section is how I understand my responsibility as a public minister “whose life and conduct are above reproach”.  I believe that in answering this question I turn again to “Vision & Expectations” where the document holds that “Pastoral identity is not one of moral or spiritual perfection.  It is, instead the living out of the good news that one is justified by God’s grace and thus called to live out that grace in daily life.”4  I understand the gravity of the office to which I aspire, the significant weight of expectation and responsibility.  I felt a similar charge to live without blemish as I served as a leader for Women of the ELCA.
I prayerfully strive to live a life of decency, honor and holy living.  I ask God’s guidance to help me live with integrity and trustworthiness, striving to be a peacemaker and work for justice and peace in all the earth.  These are goals rightfully expected of pastors.
I know that I am a wounded sinner, as are all those with whom I serve and will serve.  I understand that we are all sustained in our brokenness by the grace of God and the saving work of Jesus Christ.  And yet, in my human frailty, I know I will disappoint and I will fail.  But through the gift of the Spirit, I will also be faithful to the gospel.  Therefore, I must believe that to live a life that is above reproach means that I must live my life within the context of God’s promise.  Then, any failure or fall on my part will not weaken the church, but instead serve as a witness to God’s saving grace. 

In closing I return to my request to receive endorsement to continue my candidacy process.  I believe I have come to a better understanding of my call to ministry, for which I am grateful.  Through my theological education I am becoming increasingly proficient at articulating the confessions of the church.  And in spiritual direction and through Clinical Pastoral Education I have uncovered personal indicators for self-care and awareness.  I am still learning and growing, but I fervently believe that I am ready for this next step.   So here I am, with a servant’s heart and a willing spirit standing on the threshold, waiting for what is to come!

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1 “Vision and Expectations: Ordained Ministers in the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America” Evangelical Lutheran Church in America.  p.8.  Chicago, IL.  2010.
2 “Report of the Task Force-Living into the Future Together: Renewing the Ecology of the ELCA (LIFT)” Evangelical Lutheran Church in America.  p.6.  Chicago, IL.  April 2011.
3 “Vision and Expectations: Ordained Ministers in the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America” Evangelical Lutheran Church in America.  p.6.  Chicago, IL.  2010.
4 “Vision and Expectations: Ordained Ministers in the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America” Evangelical Lutheran Church in America.  p.7.  Chicago, IL.  2010.


Saturday, January 18, 2014

Who has the greater measure?



After several days earlier this week that were rained out and flooded (hence no blog updates in that interim period), today has been a day of pondering… As I mentioned in a recent post on my Facebook page, I traveled to the churchwide offices of the Evangelical Lutheran Church in Guyana.  On the way there, I had the opportunity to talk with their president (their version of presiding bishop although he would not classify himself as a bishop) about the administrative business of the church as well as their budget and finances.  He shared with me that the annual income for the churchwide organization is around 5 million Guyanese dollars… which the US equivalent would be $25,000 per year.  This comes from offerings from a total of 48 churches many of which are small rural congregations with only 20 active members and their children.  Can you imagine?  And with that money, they support Sunday school curriculums, feeding programs for children and homeless, as well as provide leadership training for lay people and potential candidates for ministry.  It makes me think about all the times when I sat in a church council meeting and the subject of supporting the churchwide organization comes up… do we really give on the same level as these people in Guyana do to their churchwide office?  Do we operate from a place of abundance or do we think we are in a constant state of lack?

The next thing I have seen this week that has gotten my “little gray cells” churning came this morning.  We met again at Calvary Lutheran Church to participate in their feeding program for the homeless near the market by the church.  Last week we only had hot tea and crackers (they call them “biscuits” here) to offer.  But this week, a member of the church was celebrating his 60th birthday.  In Guyana, they celebrate by giving to others… so this man donated a considerable amount of money in order for the church to provide hot dogs as well as the hot tea.  Then he also brought with him special gift bags that he and his family packed the night before that included sweet cakes, biscuits, juice and other treats.  Each person who came received this gift bag along with $200 Guyanese dollars (US equivalent $1).  There was no fanfare or announcement that this man was showing his largesse… no, he said he felt so blessed in his own life that he knew that this was the best way to celebrate the blessing of another year.
 
Now I thought again to myself… who has the greater measure? 

For all of the many good things that we do in our churches in the US, the important ministry that is brought about by our faithful giving… I still wonder if we always operate from an understanding of our abundance like they do here in Guyana.  Certainly I have shared with you all the things that they are “lacking” here in this country… all the things that we have in abundance.  And yet, I don’t remember a birthday celebration quite like the one we had today.   It is not customary in the US to celebrate a Thanksgiving service unless it is November… and yet, in Guyana they have a Thanksgiving service in their homes whenever they want to celebrate a special moment like a homecoming, a birthday, or a promotion.  So I wonder… who has the greater measure?

With only a couple of days left until I return to the US… to my comfy chair, my hot shower, and my readily available drinking water… I want to hold onto this sense of abundance even in the face of scarcity.  The people of Guyana don’t linger too much on what they don’t have… but they definitely embrace the blessings that are theirs.  Perhaps that is another lesson that I bring home with me… and one I hope anyone reading this will consider adopting as well.  We have so much to be grateful for in our country… so let us celebrate by giving of ourselves more!

Sunday, January 12, 2014

What am I doing here?

For those of you who know me well, I hope that you would agree with me when I say that I am generally a happy person.  I try to approach my life with a balanced view and usually don’t get too overwrought when there are some bumps in the road.  However, I must confess that during my cross-cultural experience here in Guyana, that practice has been sorely tested... and I’m not exactly certain that I am coming out on the winning end!

This all started last week when the water pump went out at the parsonage.  There was literally no running water here and I had to take a “shower” using water from an outside faucet, carried upstairs in buckets to a basin and then filling a pitcher to pour it over myself.  I got a bit panicked by the lack of what I deemed as “normal” amenities and started thinking, “What am I going to do if I have no water for 2 ½ more weeks?!”  (Side note: the water pump got fixed the next afternoon, so I was only without running water for a day… but still, this started the cascade of emotions!)

After this, I think I began doing that thing that the best psychologists tell you that you should never do… I started to cluster problems.  I began to experience interruptions in the internet service (my only link to the outside world it seems), then there were the rolling blackouts that have occurred every two days or so (and usually in the hottest part of the day when you wish you had a fan blowing on you), and don’t let me forget the getting stuck in stuffy rooms with very little air circulating and then you start sweating when you really want to look your best.  Discomfort, inconvenience, and a general chaffing of my Americanized lifestyle that I take entirely for granted.  Suddenly my rather sanguine nature turned surly and recalcitrant… I have been catching myself grousing (in my head, to myself, of course… not to my hosts thankfully so I am not rude!) and kvetching about one supposed slight after another until I can barely recognize myself… All of this from several days of having to “do without” the everyday conveniences that we have in our prosperous, industrialized nation.
So tonight I am confessing this out loud… I’m not putting a warm and fuzzy glow on all of my experiences here in Guyana (even though I had a terrific day today visiting 3 separate churches and preaching and being among the wonderful people).  I am saying plainly and without equivocation… If there is one lesson that my time in Guyana has taught me, then it is that I would NOT be a very good missionary.  I want to be honest and say that I miss my comfortable bed… I can’t wait to be where I can drink the water from the faucet without getting sick… and I long for the days to pass quickly so that I can get back to watching TV when I want (did I mention the other tragedy… I have missed the first few episodes of Downton Abbey thus far?!). 
I know that I am sounding petulant and spoiled in this blog… and perhaps that’s the point.  I do recognize the disparity here.  What I am living with, for only a mere three weeks in total, is the full-time reality for all of the people of Guyana.  And what is more, there are so many who don’t even have the few amenities that I enjoy in the parsonage here at Redeemer Lutheran Church.  This is another lesson for me to absorb… both about the conditions for the people of Guyana, and for myself as I go forward in ministry.  Everyone has gifts to bring to ministry in the church… and while I do have my own measure of those gifts, they do not include mission work like what so many others can do in the name of Jesus Christ. 
So tonight I am saying a special prayer for all those who travel to countries as missionaries to spread the Gospel… I pray for their comfort and their safety.  I pray for the people of Guyana… that the powerful governments of the world might come to their aid and help to improve their infrastructure and bring a better life to their country.  And yes, I will also say a small prayer for myself… for humility and perseverance.  I need to learn these lessons about myself, no matter how much they might stretch the seams of my patience.  And hey, there are only 8 more days left before I am on the plane to come home… there’s hope for me yet!

Thursday, January 9, 2014

A Gathering of Women

Had the good fortune to be invited to a local chapter meeting of Church Women United today.  Below is a picture of the Kitty/Campbellville Chapter of Georgetown, Guyana.  I am told that within this group there are 9 different denominations represented including Lutheran, Anglican, Catholic, Moravian, Pentecostal and Presbyterian. 

 
You will notice in the photo that all of the women are of an “older” age.  And it appears that they, too, have that same question that I hear over and over within my own organization, Women of the ELCA… “How do we get younger women involved?” 
This question is like that proverbial stone that hangs around my neck that I get asked no matter where I may be.  And then I sit amongst a women’s group like this one and I see the same thing.  Staid, official “call to order” followed by the obligatory devotional read straight out of a book with the speaker not deviating one whit from the text nor looking up into the eyes of those in the group.  Then comes the standard prayer that everyone present knows by heart.  The reading of the minutes, dry as bones… the call for “Sister So-And-So” to give the treasurer’s report… and then the final coup d’état, refreshments that consist of watered down punch and some strange stale cookie that has seen better days.

Now this is not said to unfairly malign my Guyanese sisters… this meeting could have just as well been at any women’s gathering in the US where outdated tradition and “that’s the way we’ve always done it” prevail.  As I sat there I wondered (just as I have wondered at some rather tedious other meetings I have sat through over the years), are the women present really enjoying this exercise or are they merely suffering through it as I am.  Are you really engaged or are you going through the motions?
Perhaps no one new is interested in becoming involved in a group that is so closed to doing new things… there is no space for someone to enter that gathering.  So I guess that is my lesson for today… not a new one by any means.  But still, it’s as true here in Guyana as it is for our church in the US… as the old adage says, “The only thing different between a rut and a grave are the dimensions!”