Praying on the Prairie

Pondering God's Call in the wide-open spaces and prairies of ND. Come along with me. Share in my joys, delights, fears,etc. Cry along in my sadnesses. Walk beside me as I follow God's call to Word and Service.

Friday, July 03, 2009

The Man in the Mirror

The last week has been crazy with the deah of Farrah Fawcett, Billy Mays, and Michael Jackson. As my friend Mark said in his blog, it is almost impossible to not know of the death of MJ because of how crazy the media has covered his death. In a lot of ways its really made me think about and evaluate why his death has been covered so much more than others when people die each and every day, when people are mourned by their family and friends each and every day. It's also made me wonder why so many people have felt the loss of this "king of pop."

Now I understand that this man made great music and some pretty sweeet videos, but what is it about those things or even his life that has made so many people flock to be at his memorials? Do they truly feel connected to him through that music? Do they somehow feel like he is living their dream? Are they living vicariously through him and thus are dying vicariously through him? And as I reflect on that, I can't help but wonder what do Michael see in "The Man in the Mirror?" Did he seriously need help?

Over the last week, I've had several conversations with people about this man's death. Many of them don't care and are sickened by the media coverage while others seem to like his music. Some feel that he is weird which yeah he looked strange and did some strange things, but isn't he still a child of God? Now I'm not saying that this child of God should be honored more than other, but what I am saying is the man's dead, can't we move on to something more important so this man can rest in peace while his family grieves? Don't we all owe each other at least that? God loves all God's people regardless of whether we are some big pop star or a farmer or a schoolteacher.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Did I Move to Seattle?

The last couple of days I've felt like I moved to Seattle (or somewhere where it rains almost daily). I just want summer to be here already! It also means that with all this rain and with the Red River flowing north, the Red is going to rise yet again. I definetely have been feeling dajavoux(sp?)! Luckily, the Red is only going to rise some and wont get where it was a couple months ago which means at least that there wont be sandbags in our near future but the River will rise above 18 ft at this rate. Its looking rainy yet again outside. Please Lord no more rain, we are ready to be done with this rain!

Thursday, June 11, 2009

"Picking Dandelions!"-A Sermon for 6-14-09

Over Memorial Day weekend, my sister Andrea and I headed home to Ashley, ND to spend time with our family since we hadn’t been home for
awhile.// When we arrived in Ashley, we found our dad and Uncle Terry busily preparing the crops. They were planting soybeans and rolling the fields to help in the process.// However the reality is that my dad and Uncle Terry cannot make the seed grow, they can only prepare the soil and plant at the right time.// So what does that say to us in the midst of today’s gospel text; the parable of the mustard seed?// What does the mustard seed teach
us about being God’s faithful people amongst the kingdom of God?//

Have you ever watched a child out in the yard picking dandelions for his/her parent? I remember my sister and I thinking they were such beautiful flowers but what we didn’t realize was that they are truly a weed; a nuisance.
However to a child, the dandelion is just another beautiful flower.// In fact, just the other day, I was given a dandelion by one of the little boys at church. He thought he was giving me this beautiful gift. And to me, it was a beautiful gift because it came from someone special.// So what would it mean for us to see the beauty in even the weeds like a child?//

The other day during our Tuesday morning devotions, a story was told that is a wonderful example of seeing the weeds like a child sees it. Judy told us about her granddaughter who picked a green tomato off of the vine. Her granddaughter then proceeded to look at her, “Grandma, you can watch it grow up now.” What an amazing example of seeing the beauty in even an unripe tomato!//Judy’s granddaughter trusted that the tomato would grow even off of the vine. However what she didn’t realize was, that it would take more for the plant to grow; fresh rain, soil, etc.//

The mustard seed is not a grand or even glorious plant. In fact in comparison to the mighty Redwood trees in California, it is just an ordinary plant, yet
the mustard plants outnumber the Redwoods in many areas of the world.//
God’s rule is very much like the mustard seed.// God’s rule challenges our world about the assumptions of the coming, powerful kingdom of God. //
However when covered by cement, these seeds seem to find a way to grow through the tiniest of cracks. In fact, it grows too readily on its own and once it appears, also takes over the field.//

During the NWMN Synod Assembly, Mark Vitalis Hoffman had a similar and great take on the mustard seed parable. He pointed out how the mustard seed is seen as unclean by Mosaic law and is forbidden to be in a garden. Yet no matter how you crush them, rip them up or try to kill them, little mustard plants crop up all around and just keep spreading.// Like dandelions, really!// And that is exactly what God’s kingdom is like: the massive tree we are looking for is really an unclean, unwanted, tiny little thing that nonetheless spreads across the ground like wildfire…a “good infection” as CS Lewis liked to say.//

Kerry Nelson in his daily devotion for Tuesday July 9, 2009 writes the following, “And that is how this planting of seeds works. Often so secretly, so mysteriously. A word here. A loving deed there. A firm correction and a hard dose of reality and a reminder of grace sprinkled in along the way.// Isn’t that how it has worked along the way for us?// We get discouraged and then something happens, or someone happens along, and we remember who we are and whose we are.// Our faith seems so wispy and weak and then we find it carrying us through troubled waters we never saw coming.// The spirit takes the smallest of seeds and grows it into a work of beauty.”//

Recently I was reading a really great book entitled, “Same Kind of Different as Me” by Ron Hall and Denver Moore which truly captures what it means for us to watch the seed be planted and grow. (Spoiler Alert: I’ll try not to give away too much!). In the book, this wonderful woman plants a seed in her husband which continues to grow long after she has left this earth. She understands what it means even to watch the seed grow amongst even the weeds! She is able to plant a seed in a homeless man who fears that he will never be accepted for who and whose he is! // God calls each of us to do the same; to plant the seeds among all God’s people and watch them grow!// We are the seeds God has scattered!//

Just like dad and Uncle Terry cannot control whether or not the crops grow, we too cannot control our own lives.// The sad reality though is that we too often find ourselves wanting to be in control of our lives.// As a result, we must learn to trust in the one who loves us unconditionally because it is through him that “everything old becomes new again.”//

In other words, the old is loosening its grip. It still wounds and haunts us, yet the new creation is bigger, brighter, bolder, and stronger than the old creation.// The new is permanent!// Rob Bell in one of his bestselling books tells a wonderful story. Bell tells of a wedding he once performed.//He writes, “It was a simple affair.//The ceremony was outdoors. In a circle of trees in a park. There was something suggestive, I guess, about the simplicity, the beauty, the freshness.//

After the ceremony, the couple went away by themselves to another part of the park. And they released a whole set of helium balloons.// Each of these represented the traumas that this couple had experienced getting to the place where they now were. One balloon represented a marriage that had ended in bitterness; One balloon, several balloons represented affairs; One balloon represented a pregnancy that had been terminated; One balloon represented another significant relationship that had failed.// What the couple did was release the balloons as a symbol that in Christ the old has gone and the new has come. This is the new economy of God. The new has come.”// But then Bell tells us that something else happened. The old came back.// A year later the marriage imploded. She moved an hour away. He moved to the other end of the country.//

Life is not risk free in the New Creation, not with the old still clinging, life remains gut-wrenchingly fraught.// Paul who writes all this about New Creation, knows all this because a few short months ago, he did not want to live any longer but he knew that God wanted him here, in this strange new creation.// This Second Big Bang “New Creation”---Paul just drops it into the text like an unexpected explosion.//”New Creation!”// The new creation is this; the power of Jesus Christ who broke death ---(remember that---he broke death) starts something new and Jesus followers are drawn in so that the new will always win in the end.// This is what I believe. That there is nothing that New Creation people cannot recover from.// Nothing!// The old might still cling for a while but the Father that Jesus introduced us to. He never ever, ever, ever runs out of balloons.” // In other words, we must trust in the one who brings hope, peace, understanding, comfort and joy.//We must trust in the one who ALWAYS finds life and beauty even in the mustard seeds and dandelions!//

Jesus is the one through which we all are rooted.// In fact, when we partake in Christ’s holy supper, we are reminded that we are rooted into the tree of life; Jesus Christ!// This tree is the tree around which we are nourished in the holy supper.// This tree is the tree that gives each of us life and plants the seed among all God’s people even the least in society!// And as this tree of life nourishes each of us, we are reminded, not only, that God plants the seed in each of us but also that God wants us to plant the seeds in each other as well!// In other words, God wants us to plant even the dandelions amongst us!//Amen!//

Monday, April 27, 2009

Come out and Play Mr. Sun!

I wish the sun would stop playing hide-n-seek today. One minute it peeks its head around the clouds. Then the next minute, it is as cloudy as can be! I am so ready for spring and summer to be here! Growing up in ND, I know that winter can last forever and I usually don't mind that but this year I am so ready for spring to be here! I guess winter has just been wayy toooo long! I'm tired of being cooped up inside. I want to be able to ride my bike and play at the park. Maybe part of too has to do with the flood. It just would be nice for life to return to normal. Signs pf that are definetely happening as I see contingency dikes and sandbag walls starting to come down. It would be nice for spring to be here for good and for life to finally get back to a sense of normal!

Monday, April 20, 2009

An Unexpected Journey

You know, I never thought that I would end up at seminary. However God had something else in store. As I look back on that experience, I am reminded of the many blessings that occurred in the midst of the struggles. My first year at seminary, I remember sitting in a class and finally having the courage to speak up. However I was immediately shot down for what I said. In a lot of ways, I felt embarrassed and found myself spending that first semester simply sitting in class not saying anything. I remember many of classmates urging me to speak up, saying that want to hear what I had to say. After awhile,I did finally speak up. (The person who shot me down did apologize. In fact, they felt horrible for what had happened that first week of classes. The irony is that we became very good friends.) My seminary journey was more than easy for me. I struggled with systematics. In fact, I took the class three times and it wasnt until the last time that I finally felt like I had made a breakthrough. The cool thing was that my friends were beginning to see it too. Seminary was definetely a place of learning and growing for me. It also was a place where I felt a part of this wonderful community. And as my friend Mark stated in his blog, those friendships are some of the strongest and most trusted. I absolutely agree! I don't know where I would be without those people in my life!

Since I choose to get a Master of Arts degree, I ended up with several different classes. There was the class I started with and the class I graduated with. Now the class I graduated with is important to me and they are my friends. However because of my struggles during my first year of seminary, I feel that the bond with the class I started with is a little stronger! In a lot of ways, I think they understand who I am better than most! So this past week, I decided to drive to Iowa as they were meeting for their 3 year reunion. I just couldn't stay away. I hadn't seen most of them since before their internships because I was gone when they returned etc which was difficult for me. I never really got the opportunity to say my goodbyes! It was so great to see all of them! I got to spend time with their children which for me is so great. I was in heaven; playing and laughing with them just being who God created me to be...no strings attached! I do wish I would have had the opportunity to sit down and have a conversation with all of them...to ask how life is, how ministry is going, etc.

Thursday morning I spent the morning hanging out together, had lunch, and then it was time for me to say goodbye! I hate saying goodbyes! I am such an emotional person. I began to say my goodbyes and the tears began to trickle down my face. As I looked back at the seminary and then walked to my car, I couldnt help but think of this group of people who I had just left behind, this group of people who I love and respect more than words can say, this group of people who I feel so connected too.

Thank you for your friendship, my friends, and may God be with you until we meet again!

Monday, March 30, 2009

The Mighty Red

It's hard to believe that over a week ago, we began preparing for the flood in the Red River Valley as we watched the mighty Red rise. This community came together to help each other out. It's hard to even put into words! Today life seems much calmer in the F-M area except for the occassional spotting of an Army vehicle or the hum of a helicopter over head surveying the area. Right now, it snows outside and we know that this potentially could bring more water. However the weather service informs us that snow is better than rain because it takes longer to get into the already swollen Red River! Today the river is down about exactly a foot from when it crested. However there is still caution and uncertainty in the area as we are not sure what this snow will bring! I am sad for the people that have lost their homes and/or been displaced. Hard to imagine the power of the mighty Red until now! Last night's news showed people on the Main Ave bridge (right now one of the only access points between Fargo and Moorhead), standing in awe of the Red River. I would love to go and take pictures but I also don't want to get in the way. Continue to keep us in your prayers in the days and weeks to come as we wait for the River to continue to drop and as we cleanup after the flood waters have receded!

Monday, March 23, 2009

Sandbagging

I am sore today! Yesterday I spent close to three hours helping in the Red River valley sandbagging efforts. I had meant to go on Saturday but didnt get around to it since I was writing a sermon for yesterday. So when I got up yesterday morning, I packed an extra bag of clothes for sandbagging. After church, I went from church straight to one of the sites where they were hauling people to sandbag sites. When I got there, I was the first one on the bus but within moments the bus filled and we had about 15 people on the bus as we headed to our site. We were shuttled to a residential area where we helped a homeowner build a dike around the back of his house. Boy it was hard work but it was sooooo worth it. We continually passed bags along to the line to each other. It was a strange, uplifting experience that I can't even seem to put into words today! There is just something about standing in a line next to someone, not even knowing their name, as we work TOGETHER to save people's homes. I found myself laughing and conversing with the people next to me. And the weird thing was it kind of felt like I had met this person before or known them for a very long time. I wish I could describe it better but I don't think I could do it justice. As I got back on the bus to head home, I knew I was going to feel sore but I didn't care. I had helped someone save their home, their belongings, etc. As we hopped onto the bus to head back, other volunteers clapped for us and thanked us for coming. There was so much comrodity in that line...what a truly wonderful exciting experience...to come together to help our neighbors. It's been surreal in a sense too as I listen to the news reports of other towns in ND and listen to the weather reports. Will the river crest at 40 or below? Its hard to say. Again today they are calling for volunteers. I am hoping to get out again today. My body may hate me for it later but I don't care. I want to help people. My call to Diaconal Ministry is all about Word and Service and that is what this is all about! Maybe I'll see some of you out there!