Church of the Holy Nativity, Clarendon Hills, IL

Church of the Holy Nativity

Church of the Holy Nativity (CHN) is an Episcopal parish in Clarendon Hills, Illinois, where I did my second-year field placement during seminary (2007-2008). Its rector, the Rev. Aimeé Delevett was my supervising pastor and mentor.

Millennium Development Goals

I try not to admit this, but I “fly by the seat of my pants” more than I should. This morning I led the Adult Forum (adult education) with Terry Johnson at my church. We’re starting a three-month series on the U.N. Millennium Development Goals. I didn’t know exactly what I’d say, but I knew Terry and I would have trouble limiting all we’d planned. The 45-minute session was way too short for the wealth of the MDGs … which is why we have nine more Sundays to work on them.

I didn’t know what I’d say, but I did know what we’d hand out. Our series is trying to make the MDGs practical and inescapable. We want to constantly be thinking of them and always have ways we can act (and think of new ways to act!). So we’re using journals. They’re a little low-tech — perhaps even a little old-fashioned — but these journals are great!

CHN has taught me the magic of labels. The parish forwent creating permanent name tags by using disposable, one-use address labels. People don’t have to worry about turning in their name tag before they leave or remembering to bring it back the following Sunday. They just stick a new label on each week. Well, the same logic works for our curriculum. We didn’t want to create content or worksheets or anything that was formulaic; none of those would have worked. People think, write, and reflect in different space. If their journals were to make an impact, the structure needed to be customizable. Enter the sticky labels.

We started with the cover. The bland non-dimensional images from Episcopal Relief and Development weren’t going to work. Last Thursday I wasted two hours as I held my head and hoped for Photoshop inspiration. (I’m sure it looked pretty funny to Bettie working in the office beside me). Then came this logo. 20 minutes later, I left CHN just after the last journal cover printed.

I love the logo: broken world; shadowed countries in the “2/3 world”; hopeful highlight below the borders. Hopefully the logo works. 😀

In addition to the cover, they each got “stickers” with the eight MDGs and these reflection questions:

More to come … and I’m excited. As Terry said at one point in the session: “Adam, they’re salivating!” Our congregation is so ready for this … !!!

When your Rector says something… think twice!

In the euphoria of our engagement, I forgot to share the fun of my prior 24 hours: I chaperoned a Sr. High lock-in at my church. Lock-ins are, for the most part, second nature to me. They require little effort other than the ability to stay awake. That’s what I thought, at least, until Jessica mentioned something as we walked into the church before the youth arrived.
“Aimée said it’s OK if we tee-pee them tonight.”

I looked at her confused. I knew to tee-pee (or TP) someone’s house meant to throw toilet paper over their trees and house. But why, in the middle and coldest days of winter, would a youth group want to do such a thing? It turns out that when sponsoring the lock-in last year, Aimée had said it was OK for the youth to do this.

“How is this a good plan?” I kept asking myself before, during, and after the youth did the deed. (Imagine that from the voice of Jacopo in the 2002 version of The Count of Monte Cristo). It seemed like it was too good to be true. It also seemed like it was non-essential to the youth. They didn’t care about it until Jessica reminded them of it.

In spite of all that, it was very fun. It turns out that all of the youth remaining for the whole night (some had to leave early for dentist appointments the following morning) were pretty good toilet paper throwers. They are excellent at lobbing light objects into the air for great distance. I had the sneaking suspicion while we were outside that Jessica’s prophecy would come true. In talking to the group earlier in the night, Jessica had mentioned, “I’d love to be arrested for contributing to juvenile delinquency.” She said it in the context of the charges against a woman in the civil rights protests whose kids were frequently protesting and getting arrested. I could just see it coming true for an event so less noble. The cops never showed up, however.

The night finished very smoothly. I ended up sleeping on a pew in the sanctuary with my pillow and a thick blanket I’d borrowed from Heidi. It was very comfortable until 6:45am when it seemed to drop 20 degrees inside. This was probably all in my imagination — but still, it was cold!

Aimée arrived for work the next morning and quickly let Jessica know that the youth needed to pick up all the toilet paper before they left if they ever wanted to do it again. I’d wondered if that would be the case, but it wasn’t one of the explicit factors in the offer to TP the house, so none of us had planned for it. We woke the kids up and all went out mid-morning to clean.

The funny thing when cleaning up toilet paper with youth: most of them aren’t that tall. They may have picked up 30% before it was all above their height. One of the trees had a low hanging branch and I jumped and pulled myself up enough that I could climb some other branches and dislodge the thin strands of tissue for the youth to collect on the ground. I felt like an ape that goes up a tree just to shake it and get the nuts to fall. After all of us braving the cold and doing very well at TP recovery we went inside and finished the lock-in. This was all part of the euphoria that preceded proposing to Heidi. But now I wonder: am I covered for worker’s comp. since I’m a volunteer and unpaid staff member? Hmm, who knows.

I’m not sure if there was an intended lesson for the youth? Were they supposed to realize that fun comes with a cost (in this case, just picking it up – they didn’t have to pay for the rolls)? Should they have thought twice about the costs to the environment? I’m not sure there was a pre-conceived lesson; hopefully in the future they will ask more questions — and grasp the larger implications — and then hopefully have just as much fun as they did that night. 😀

102

I’m now up to 102 e-mails and Facebook messages congratulating Heidi and I on our engagement. And I haven’t responded to nearly enough of them! We each told our churches on Sunday, and it’ll no doubt be announced at DDH tonight, which include even more verbal congrats. It’s SO fun to have others recognize our relationship as Heidi and I have seen it for the past several months. :)

Also, while I’m thinking of it (and e-mailing my lay committee), here’s a sermon I preached at Church of the Holy Nativity on Sunday, January 20th, 2008. It was Epiphany II and the texts were: Isaiah 49:1-7; Psalm 40:1-12; 1 Corinthians 1:1-9; John 1:29-42. I preached on “leadership.”

Or you can download it here.

… it’s probably still there …?!

Two days before the Thanksgiving holiday and I’m convinced that I’m loosing my mind. Actually, my mind is relatively secure; I’m mostly losing everything else. This afternoon I spent 90 minutes searching for my “to-do list” that covered everything I needed to do before December 15th. I could have re-created the list in 5 minutes … but that would have missed the point: I needed to find the index card and all its attached Post-it notes. Without them, I am aimless.

We’re doing a 4-week adult education series at Church of the Holy Nativity called “Setting Our Hearts: An Introduction to Sacred Community.” This evening’s session was on Authority and how we navigate life using sources of authority and influence (and yes, our parishioners saw a huge difference between “authority” and “influence” — maybe I’m too much of a Disciple … I definitely equate the two). We had people organize several sources: Christ, Mass Media, Nature, Law, Family, Bible, Church, Self, Clergy, Money, Education/Academy/Theologians. The end goal was to realize that there’s always a tension in our sources of authority and that it’s possible to have both individual autonomy and an external order. Because of this tension, diversity is to be expected and even encouraged. We don’t need to all have identical arrangements of our “bedrock foundations” in order to be a community together.

My still-forming thoughts on Authority:

“[Choosing who rules over you] offers finite coordinates for Christian existence. … In any case, to be very modest, this helps us to explain ambiguities or even tensions or even inconceivable opposites in Pauline theology.” This quote by Hans-Josef Klauck is precisely how we need to view authority (even though this isn’t exactly how he applied it when he lectured on the end of Romans 6:19-23). We face a paradox: how can our own human weakness fit with God’s plan of salvation?; we are unworthy and yet God still lets nothing separate us from Love. God can bless our lives even in our broken states. Authority, when healthy, offers the needed freedom with the proper limitations. Healthy authority gives us markers on our journey without creating walls that separate us from living authentically as ourselves; authority should never make us into people we don’t recognize. And yet, we can still hold opposites in tension with one another: we maintain our freedom while also submitting ourselves to God’s order.

So it was a rich night with some good reflection. But what led up to it showed me a new side of CHN that I’ve NEVER seen in a congregation. People at CHN leave things alone — literally — and this says something about their ecclesiology and how they view authority!Last Tuesday I brought a book for a parishioner. Marjorie Suchocki wrote an analysis of prayer from a ‘process theology’ perspective that I thought he’d reasonate with. I knew I’d left the book at church, but when Sunday came around, I couldn’t find it. So I told the parishioner that I’d bring it this Tuesday. After scouring my room (even after having no luck finding my to-do list), I still couldn’t find the book before I left to church.

I showed up at CHN this afternoon and Aimée saw me wandering lost in thought. “Did you lose something, Adam?” she asked. “Yeah, I thought I’d left a book here, but I can’t remember where I put it; I couldn’t find it in my room at home, so hopefully it’s still here somewhere.” “Check where you last left it; this congregation leaves things where they are.” she commented.Sure enough, I went upstairs to our fellowship hall and the book was sitting on top of the piano where I’d left it the last Tuesday. It was so bizarre to see a small part of the world unchanged. Even though over 150 people had gone through the room, the book hadn’t moved at any point. They didn’t move it to a “lost and found.” They didn’t discard it to a wasteful pile of trash. They simply left it.

Church of the Holy Nativity is full of people who don’t want to intrude. They expect the same from their authorities. I can’t imagine a worse situation than someone from the Diocese ordering them to do something … their response would probably resemble: “leave us alone, we’ll still show up when you need us!” Internal struggles as a community can remain on the shelf for years; they don’t go out of their way to resolve things until there’s a perceived urgency. My book could remain without interference until there was some more important use for that space. And yet, people will still gather around the Table in spite of each others’ shortcomings; they’ll go out of their way since they know that connection is necessary. Such a tension between passivity and active engagement is the church’s blessing and frustration.At least I know that if I’m looking for something at CHN … it’s probably still there!?!

A Slow Return to Blogging

It’s September 7th and I have no excuse. I’m finally returning to the blogosphere, but this time, I’m not using my own infrastructure. That’s right: the website I designed for myself two and a half years ago (and have subsequently redesigned every nine months) finally met its demise. No activity brought more comfort than disowning my “programmer’s identity.”

My FTE summer provided some difficult realizations about vocation, but that’s how I intended it. I realized:

  • Off-camera flash batteries are the best metaphor for the way I do summer and the way I live life in general. (1)
  • My computer programming world view harms my ministerial identity.Off-camera flash batteries are the best metaphor for the way I do summer and the way I live life in general. (1)
    • I recognized the harm through the little things, such as using the verb “is” over and over and over in my prose. The reasoning made sense once I realized that ‘identity’ statements in programming (ones using the = sign), i.e.
      string message = "Hello World!";

      make up most of my syntax.

    • I recognized the harm through the big things, such as the insane amount of hours I waste programming alone, which goes against an essential aspect of ministry: connecting people. I can connect more people through other efforts in technology and (GASP!!!) even personal interactions than I can with my amateur(2) programming projects.
  • I am called to congregational ministry as a pastor and not as an Associate of Technology and Communication Ministries. Full stop. Thank goodness Mickey Anders demonstrated this through his subtle selection of “tech” projects during my time with South Elkhorn Christian Church.
  • The tension of taking too many pictures in a summer (currently at 9098) and still wishing you had good versions of certain memories is asinine fully understandable.
  • I have too much curiosity and I pack WAY too many suitcases to do tech. support for conferences as a full-time ministry. God has molded the perfect ministry to fit Don Wood’s vocation. Unfortunately it’s a vocation I share, but in a collection of settings I cannot share. That nuance will take months of occasional self-examination to discover the underlying reasons.

My plan for the rest of today and next week: I am compiling a couple of podcast videos that share Don’s and Mickey’s wisdom on their ministries.

Tonight I think a broke a rule; but I’m not worried since it is meant for self-protection. I went to a church meeting! Technically I’m not to begin working at my field education church until the school year starts. But we’re doing our stewardship drive for my first three Sundays … so Aimée wisely wanted me to see the entire process. Our first meeting tonight was SO productive; we were good stewards of the time — have no fears. The other five (Jim Massie, Val Birch, Mark Gault, Joanie Ward, and Aimée) are great brainstormers and even better pragmatists. The lessons from Holy Nativity are getting ready to blossom.

OH! And how could I forget?  Google finally put a Search box inside of Google Reader.  What took them so long?  😉

(1) More on this in a future post.
(2) This is the pejorative usage … my least favorite!