tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-310816352024-03-05T02:03:20.861-05:00Words from WashingtonThoughts, questions, and reactions from the pastor of Mount Vernon Place United Methodist Church, Washington, D.C.Donna Claycomb Sokolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814361844932567318noreply@blogger.comBlogger483125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31081635.post-2232605950371360162020-09-11T17:14:00.004-04:002020-09-11T17:14:50.499-04:00Do You Want to Be Made Well?<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span color="var(--primary-text)" style="font-size: 0.9375rem; white-space: pre-wrap;">In John 5, Jesus encounters a man who has been paralyzed for 38 years. He lies by a pool each day along with the blind, the lame, and others who are paralyzed. When Jesus sees him, he inquires, "Do you want to be made well?" The man responds by saying he has no one to help him get into the pool and how when he tries to get there, others get there before him. </span></span></p><p><span color="var(--primary-text)" style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: 0.9375rem; white-space: pre-wrap;">Jesus listens to his story (or his excuses) and tells him to stand up and walk. He's healed in an instant.</span></p><p><span color="var(--primary-text)" style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: 0.9375rem; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Do you want to be made well?"</span></p><p><span color="var(--primary-text)" style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: 0.9375rem; white-space: pre-wrap;">It sounds like such a simple question. But answering it requires that we admit we are in need of healing--that we are actually not well.</span></p><p><span color="var(--primary-text)" style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: 0.9375rem; white-space: pre-wrap;">To say this season has taken its toll on me is an understatement. While COVID hasn't yet touched my body, it has nearly robbed my passion, my joy, my zest for life. I have yearned more than once for an opportunity to hide away and do nothing until the storm passes.</span></p><p><span color="var(--primary-text)" style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: 0.9375rem; white-space: pre-wrap;">I realized today how much I have in common with the man in John 5. I know where healing can be found. I could see it and sometimes taste it. But I allowed myself to be paralyzed from receiving it. "Let me just lie here."</span></p><p><span color="var(--primary-text)" style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: 0.9375rem; white-space: pre-wrap;">Two weeks ago, a doctor didn't ask me if I want to be made well. She got straight to the point, instead, with an admonition to get a handle on my stress. </span></p><p><span color="var(--primary-text)" style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: 0.9375rem; white-space: pre-wrap;">In the last two weeks, I've gotten a massage. I've also returned to the gym where I hire someone to push my body harder than I would ever push it myself. I've been reminded in three sessions of how strong I am and how satisfying it is to be pushed outside my comfort zone. I had forgotten that I can, indeed, do hard things. I actually love hard things. </span></p><p><span color="var(--primary-text)" style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: 0.9375rem; white-space: pre-wrap;">But today, I remembered something else that happened on the day after I saw the doctor. I had gone to a large country market with a friend where we loaded up on fresh vegetables and delighted in abundance. At the end of a row of tables, a group of men were distributing information on faith. I would have easily turned away. But my friend stopped when someone said, "Can I pray for you today?" The man introduced himself as Bob. I think he then asked if we knew Jesus at which point my friend said yes, "I'm in seminary, and she's a pastor." I wanted to run. But my friend was willing to engage, seeing sincerity in his offer. I reluctantly lowered my head as Bob prayed for us. He asked God to meet our every need, to bless us. </span></p><p><span color="var(--primary-text)" style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: 0.9375rem; white-space: pre-wrap;">I have lots of people say, "I'm praying for you." But I cannot remember when someone simply wanted to pour blessing and healing into me and made me stop until I accepted their gift of prayer.</span></p><p><span color="var(--primary-text)" style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: 0.9375rem; white-space: pre-wrap;">What if Bob's prayer is what has actually changed things for me--lifting my spirits, pushing aside my anxiety, giving me strength for whatever challenges are to come? </span></p><p><span color="var(--primary-text)" style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: 0.9375rem; white-space: pre-wrap;">What if his faith is what God used to make me well again? </span></p><p><span color="var(--primary-text)" style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: 0.9375rem; white-space: pre-wrap;">And what if God has been here all along, eager to heal me, while patiently waiting for me to ask for what I really need?</span></p><p><span color="var(--primary-text)" style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: 0.9375rem; white-space: pre-wrap;">Do you want to be made well?</span></p><div style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="stjgntxs ni8dbmo4 l82x9zwi uo3d90p7 h905i5nu monazrh9" data-visualcompletion="ignore-dynamic" style="border-radius: 0px 0px 8px 8px; 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The <a href="http://www.mvpumc.org/">congregation where I serve as pastor</a> has a history of building barriers. It's the very foundation of our existance. We began after an 1844 split in the Methodist Episcopal Church over the issue of slavery. Slaveholders and their defenders believed a "representative church" was needed in the city of Washington, and fifty of their friends formed our church in 1850. White supremacists tattooed their label above both entrances to the "grand" edifice they labored to build for decades with enough funding in place to lay the cornerstone in 1917. The words, "Methodist Episcopal Church South" must be confronted each day by all who enter or walk by. We sought to finally deal with the sin of our past through <a href="https://www.washingtonpost.com/local/on-its-100th-birthday-a-church-repents-for-its-racist-founders/2017/10/08/55ae11b6-ac5d-11e7-a908-a3470754bbb9_story.html?noredirect=on&utm_term=.3f66342b629b">a service of repentance</a> in October of 2017. While the congregation's beauty and diversity changed much in those 100 years, it took a century to faithfully confront the sins of our past.</div>
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When I arrived as the pastor in 2005, I was greeted with these gates. They were installed by trustees consumed by exhaustion for clearing the porches of people and possessions. This particular set of gates, on Massachusetts Avenue where thousands of people pass each day, remained locked. I never saw the barrier to entry opened with even a small crack until the gates were completely removed as part of a building restoration in 2008.<br />
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The <a href="https://www.theatlantic.com/politics/archive/2019/02/united-methodists-fracture-lgbt-plan-rejected/583693/">majority of the 864 delegates to the General Conference </a>of the United Methodist Church didn't appropriate funds to follow President Trump's lead and build walls around our churches. But I dare say the actions taken in a 438 to 384 vote are more damaging than any physical barrier that could be installed.<br />
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In approving the Traditional Plan, delegates--largely from outside the United States--voted to not only keep the current discriminatory, outdated, harmful language about LGBTQ+ people, but also supported the creation of standard, punitive measures for pastors who officiate same gender weddings and clergy who admit or are found to be "self-avowed practicing homosexuals." I can barely stand to type the words, let alone say them out loud.<br />
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In approving the Traditional Plan, delegates to General Conference propelled journalists from the New York Times, Time, NBC, NPR, the Wall Street Journal, and countless other news outlets to write about our church last night. The headlines have nothing to do with who Jesus is, the grace Jesus gives, or the love he embodies. Quite the contrary, the Wall Street Journal reads, "Methodists Reject Plan to Open Door to Gay Marriage" with another headline reading, "United Methodist Church Leaders Vote Against LGBTQ Inclusion." Barriers, walls, divisions have been fortified between our church and millions of individuals outside the church who only know the church to be judgmental, hypocritical, and anti-gay. The barrier is fierce, and it will take consistent, focused effort from countless disciples of Jesus to tear it down by embodying a different way.<br />
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We removed the metal gates installed at our church and quickly learned what happens when the barriers are no longer present. People move in. Individuals with nowhere else to go constructed desperate measures to stay alive just outside the doors of our sanctuary. It was messy. It was heartbreaking. And it was a call to action for our 2015 trustees who knew something had to change.<br />
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The gates would not be reinstalled, but new guidelines were created along with a ministry that sought to gather with the current group of residents on our porch. Great efforts were made in an attempt to walk with people out of unemployment and into employment, out of homelessness and into housing. More people started to show up each week. New conversations were shared. Divisions within church leadership emerged over our role, expenditures, and limits. Some people left. Others came. Lessons have been learned. Beautiful friendships have been formed.<br />
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The image of the makeshift home rattles me every time. Individuals with nowhere else to go constructed measures to stay alive--on our porch--of a church. Where are others desperately trying to stay alive? How many LGBTQ+ people are trying so hard to get to the place where they hear a word of love, a word of welcome, a word of pure acceptance with no strings or barriers attached!<br />
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How many people are longing to get to the other side of the wall the religious institution first constructed in 1972--and then fortified with broken glass at the top to cut the hands, inflicting literal pain, on all who might dare to cross over through its actions yesterday afternoon.<br />
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I can only imagine who might have showed up in our sanctuaries this Sunday if the headlines read, "Methodist Church Welcomes All People," or "United Methodists Get Over Deep Divisions to Stand on the Side of Love," or "The Church Finally Stopped Arguing," or "LGBTQ+ People Have Another Church to Call Home." Can you imagine what might happen if every newsstand was filled with papers stamped with these words! These words are the good news of Jesus, the overwhelming message of his gospel, the spirit of the red letters found in scripture.<br />
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Countless colleagues have made statements over the last 14 hours about standing with LGBTQ+ people, ensuring that our churches will welcome all people. There is still a big barrier between our open arms and open doors, and the official stance of the religious institution. If we fully welcome LGBTQ+ people, then we cannot treat them as second class members of our churches, offering blessings to some members while withholding them from others.<br />
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I do not know what the future of my beloved church holds. I was baptized by my grandfather in United Methodist Church. I am a lifelong United Methodist with the exception of a hiatus in high school and college. I love our church. Our Wesleyan theology is second to none. It will not be robbed from me by people who stand for anything and everything but grace and love.<br />
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I vow to do all I can to not only welcome all people to the church where I am privileged to serve. But I also vow to do all I can to notice, name, and nurture the gifts of all people who God is calling or has called to ordained ministry. And, I will faithfully stand with and bless the marriage of any active member of my church. For me, anything less continues to construct a painful division that is not of God.<br />
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My first meeting at MVP was in May of 2005, just prior to my officially becoming their pastor. On that night, I met Mabel, our then 97-year-old chair of the Staff Parish Relations Committee. A genteel woman from North Carolina, Mabel looked me straight in the eye at the end of the meeting and offered these words, "Donna, Mount Vernon Place is in the city of Washington. Washington needs Mount Vernon Place. Mount Vernon Place needs you. Don't you ever forget you have the best job in Washington."<br />
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I'm convinced more than ever today that Washington needs Mount Vernon Place. We have an incredible role to play in this city with people who have already come inside and those who might be trying to get closer to the doors before finally coming in, longtime residents of our city and hotel guests who stay across the street or down the block, folks who have seen the best of the church and especially people who only know yesterday's headlines. I vow to do all I can do embody the very best of Methodism while also working for its newest expression to emerge.<br />
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In the meantime, I pray the Spirit of the living God falls freshly upon each LGBTQ+ person, boldly reminding them of their belovedness. I am so sorry for the pain the institution has caused, the harm inflicted. I see you. I love you. I stand with you and for you.Donna Claycomb Sokolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814361844932567318noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31081635.post-77048005719200664772018-11-27T17:38:00.002-05:002018-11-27T17:42:46.210-05:00Giving In on Giving Tuesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I finally responded to one of countless emails received today. It was an email from Duke Divinity School that got me to finally remove my credit card from my wallet. I made the contribution after talking on the phone with my favorite professor earlier today--the person who has most changed my life as a student, pastor, and disciple. The fact that his call came today is a coincidence. And yet, it still brought about much gratitude.<br />
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My wallet has been returned to my purse. The gift receipt has arrived in my email inbox. But my experience of giving isn't over.<br />
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I now find myself praying for the student(s) who will be impacted by my gift. Perhaps they will be transformed on that gothic wonderland in the same way I was. Maybe they will discover a deep love of God and Duke basketball before learning how the only group of people it's appropriate to say "go to hell" to is Carolina. They might leave more passionate about the church than when they first entered. And, prayerfully, their debt will be reduced a bit, enabling them to freely serve wherever God is calling them to serve.<br />
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It's been a powerful time of prayer.<br />
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Why don't I pray every time I write a check that is a gift? We pray a corporate prayer of blessing in worship on Sunday -- but what about me as an individual?<br />
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I don't write many checks as I choose to make transformational gifts rather than transactional gifts, giving more money to the places or institutions that mean the most to me, instead of a few dollars here and there without really thinking about it. When I write a monthly tithe check to <a href="http://www.mvpumc.org/">Mount Vernon Place</a>, I always write, "Thank you, God," on the memo line as a way to remind myself that all I have is a gift from God--I'm simply a steward of it. But I'm now going to pray for the people whose lives might be impacted by my gift.<br />
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The prayer might go something like this, depending upon the month or season.<br />
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"God, our children will gather again tomorrow. Some of them are teased all week or quick to name the bullies in their classroom. Will you help them hear of and embrace your deep love for them? Will you use this money to help our church buy solid curriculum or music that helps them grow in their faith and knowledge of you?"<br />
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"God, there is a large convention in town. I don't know who will show up tomorrow. But I know how guests to our city have been beckoned into our beautiful building before, thinking they are taking advantage of an opportunity to see stunning stained glass, only to find themselves in awe of the Spirit's movement. Please use this money to make sure the heat is on, the coffee is brewed, and the space and people are ready to welcome whoever comes in."<br />
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"God, dozens of people will show up to shower at the church this morning. Will you use this money to buy towels that convey how we believe poverty should never rob anyone of their dignity?"<br />
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"God, we are in a city where it's easy to be defined by whatever one's business card says about them. Will you use this money to strengthen our small group ministry, providing everyone with a place of belonging while also embracing their truest identity as "child of God," an identity that can never be taken away from them."<br />
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How might you ask God to take, bless, and multiply whatever you give?Donna Claycomb Sokolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814361844932567318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31081635.post-14117744185029565662018-09-08T14:51:00.001-04:002018-09-08T14:57:47.493-04:00Help Us Live as Those Who Are Prepared to Die<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A colleague shared her CaringBridge site a week and a half ago, and her photo drew me in. There she was, a woman who appeared to be about ten years younger than me, smiling with her four-year-old twins, another child and an adoring husband. I clicked on the link and learned she was a Lutheran pastor in Minnesota who was recovering from a routine procedure when she fainted on August 26. After being rushed to the hospital, it was discovered she had a major blockage to her heart and then a brain bleed. I've returned to her site many days this week, joining the multitude of parishioners and other people who prayed whenever their breath was no longer being held. There were two posts on Thursday. One celebrated the power of a medical team and success on a heart bypass machine. The other reported she had died at 11pm on Thursday night, a beloved child of God. </div>
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I didn't know her. But I cannot stop thinking about her--this clearly gifted pastor and doting mother of three young children who was carrying on with life as usual only to tragically die before her twins start kindergarten. </div>
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I wonder if she was prepared to die.</div>
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More importantly, I wonder if we--you and I--are prepared to die.</div>
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Our nation's attention was captured last weekend as two powerful lives were celebrated. Aretha Franklin was the Queen of Soul, one whose music made our hips sway and our souls ignite. Her funeral was over eight hours long. And while some people are still talking about some of the musical performances, most people are talking about their disappointment with the pastor's homily or the placement of another pastor's hand. It's now reported that Franklin died without a will. She made no plans for how her life could continue to live through her $80 million estate, leaving her heirs headaches and possibly heartaches.</div>
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On Saturday morning, the television cameras took us to the National Cathedral where we watched the most beautiful display of bipartisanship since Justice Anthony Kennedy was confirmed unanimously. Senator John McCain left a final letter which was read in advance of his service. He selected the song, "Danny Boy." He named the men who would accompany his casket. And, he called two Presidents--one Democrat and one Republican--long before he took his final breath to ask if they would honor him by speaking at his funeral. I watched the entire thing before asking God for some of Meghan McCain's prophetic courage.</div>
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Senator McCain was prepared to die while one is left to wonder if the Queen of Soul imagined she could live forever as she put off incredibly important details.</div>
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Have you confronted the fact that death is one of the few guarantees in life with the other being taxes?</div>
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Do you have a plan for how your life can continue to live beyond your death?</div>
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Two former members of our church have powerfully demonstrated how one's life can continue to live through how they planned for their assets to be distributed. I never met one of them as she died several years before I became the pastor at <a href="http://www.mvpumc.org/">Mount Vernon Place</a>. But every December our church receives a check from her family foundation in the range of $18,000 to $22,000 depending upon the market performance. The check is accompanied by a letter from the chair of their family foundation that informs the church how a similar check will continue to come until all assets are depleted. I don't know how much this woman gave to the church when she was living, but I suspect this allocation has more than continued her tithes and offerings. The check is an extraordinary gift that makes a profound difference in our church's ministries every single year.</div>
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A man named Howard taught me the most about how one's generosity enables one to continue to live long after they die. In his last year of life, his sons worked with me to create a paid internship at MVP. Every three years, I have the joy of selecting an incoming student at <a href="https://www.wesleyseminary.edu/">Wesley Theological Seminary</a> to serve at our church during their time in seminary. We call the student the "Howard Martin Ministry Intern." His name is in our bulletin every single week. He's now played a role in forming and shaping a handful of students who are serving the church in different ways. It was Howard's example that motivated Craig and me to make plans to create a similar scholarship at my seminary upon our deaths. I want my life to keep living--to keep making a difference--to play a role in someone's transformation--even after I die. </div>
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(Howard is second from the left. This pic is the weekly Bible study in 2006. How things have changed!)</div>
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What about you? How will your life continue to live?</div>
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And what about your funeral? I want my seminary friend<a href="https://christchurchcranbrook.org/staff/"> Manisha</a> to preside at my service and my dear clergy colleague <a href="https://chumc.net/contact/">Alisa</a> to preach. I long for people to sing "Blessed Assurance" and "Great is Thy Faithfulness" with gusto. I would love for people to feast at a table prepared for all. My service can be at whatever church I'm serving or the one where I am connected at the time. And, I'd be more than okay for my body to be interred at the natural burial sites at <a href="https://www.virginiatrappists.org/">Holy Cross Abbey</a> where I have retreated annually for more than 15 years. </div>
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I don't know when the time will come. But I long to live as one who is prepared to die--by maximizing every single day, always seeking to faithfully follow God's call on my life, embodying generosity as a spiritual discipline, trying to be more patient, and allowing my light to shine--the light of Christ--wherever I am. </div>
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I spent the summer pondering hunger. The Revised Common Lectionary assigned passages from John 6 several weeks in a row. It's a chapter that begins with Jesus transforming a young boy's five barley loaves and two fish into enough food to feed 5000 people. The chapter continues with Jesus referring to himself as the "bread of life" before promising that all who come to him will never be hungry. </div>
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I love Jesus. I've sought to give my life to him through faithful service to the church. But I still hunger...a lot. I hunger for things whether it's the new iPad purchased yesterday or the great fall dress hanging in my closet. I hunger for success and for the voice that sometimes says "you're not good enough" to be silenced. I hunger for community and connection.</div>
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It's the very question I have asked many people this summer, both in the congregation I serve as well as one where I had the privilege of guest preaching. But preaching does not afford space for people to respond. While I have a sense of what people hunger for in my congregation, I don't know everyone's answer. And yet, I am convinced that a portion of America's hunger was uncovered this week.</div>
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Thousands of people lined up outside the Capitol building yesterday, battling sizzling heat to wait their turn to pay their respects to Senator John McCain. One person was quoted on the radio saying, "I'm an atheist but I found myself praying in the Capitol rotunda." Still others lined up today outside the Vietnam War Memorial while others waited along Wisconsin Avenue for a glimpse of the hearse carrying his flag-covered coffin. Three former Presidents and three former Vice-Presidents attended the funeral along with a few notables from Hollywood. Thousands of people traded the typical Saturday morning routine for time in front of the television, savoring every word spoken by his prophetic, truth-telling daughter, Meghan, Presidents Obama and Bush, and a dear friend from the Senate. News reporters were heard saying they have not seen anything like it since Robert Kennedy was assassinated 50 years ago. </div>
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What is it about Senator McCain's death that has touched the hearts of ordinary Americans so deeply? Why were people crying as they watched his family enter the National Cathedral or listen to the words spoken or sung?</div>
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Senator McCain's death--and more importantly, the way he lived his life--gave me a better answer to the question "What are you hungry for?" than I have had in a long time. I suspect the same might be true for you and thousands of others in our nation.</div>
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I'm hungry for people who don't see leadership as a platform that magnifies their needs and desires but rather one that might reveal how there are some things in life that are worth risking everything for.</div>
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I'm hungry for a city filled with communities and even congregations that are not separated by aisles but rather united by a deep willingness to see how we are all on the same team.</div>
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I'm longing for elected leaders to embody what President Obama described as principles that transcend politics, and values that transcend party. </div>
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I want to live in a nation where people are quick to <a href="https://www.vox.com/policy-and-politics/2018/8/25/17782572/john-mccain-barack-obama-statement-2008-video">defend the content of one's character</a> instead of using cheap shots formed through 140 characters on Twitter. </div>
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I'm hungry for children in our nation to grow up with examples of leaders who understand how the power entrusted to them through an election is a sacred trust that demands honesty, humility and sacrifice.</div>
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I didn't realize how hungry I was until half past noon today as the casket was loaded into the hearse outside the Cathedral. But now that I've felt this hunger in the pit of my stomach, I'm convinced I cannot ignore it. </div>
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I want to do everything I can to continue to help people hear and respond to a call to public service. I want to do everything I can to ensure people who understand the power of sacrifice, duty and honor run and are elected for office--whatever the office might be. I want to demand something different than the example coming from the most notable person not invited to the funeral today. And, I want to pay attention--close attention--to God's call on my own life. I've long known what an extraordinary privilege it is to serve in Washington. Today that privilege feels even more precious.</div>
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Thank you, God, for John McCain. May he rest in peace and rise in glory. And may you use this week to inspire a new generation of public servants to lead in ways that unite all who are divided, silence those who rule by fear, and help us see how we really are all on the same team. Amen. </div>
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<br />Donna Claycomb Sokolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814361844932567318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31081635.post-25146341966561577772018-07-13T11:43:00.003-04:002018-07-13T11:43:50.497-04:00Changing the Pace<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This very question is often posed by my husband when we are running errands on Saturday afternoon. The point of the question isn't to determine how much we can fit into one day or what the schedule holds. Quite the contrary, the question is an invitation to slow down, to not drive aggressively, to embody patience.</div>
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Patience is a virtue that doesn't come naturally to me. Unlike the men who are <i>sauntering</i> in this photo taken in Paris while on sabbatical five years ago, I walk at a pace that often leaves blisters on my feet rather than allowing my soles to feel the cushion beneath them. My DISC personality profile points to a person who can sometimes be experienced as a whirlwind as I seek to accomplish a certain amount of work each day. </div>
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And I'm faced with the choice to choose sabbath, rest and re-creation or keep going, multi-tasking, checking my email, running full speed ahead. </div>
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Do you seek to hear the voice that beckons with an invitation to stop and trust that enough has been done for this week? Or do you feel guilty if you don't keep working, keep responding, keep producing?</div>
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Jesus extends the invitation, "Come away with me. Let us go alone to a quiet place and rest for a while." We hear the words and start to remember that keeping the sabbath holy is one of the Ten Commandments, on par with truth-telling and not murdering. Is reading the words enough to get you to stop? Do you have enough trust that everything will be okay without you--for just a bit?</div>
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A sidewalk artist gave a gift to our neighborhood at the start of this week. "Adopt the pace of nature. Her secret is patience" are the words that greeted me Monday morning on a foot bridge that leads me to the gym. The invitation was there again on Tuesday and once more today since rain has not fallen this week. </div>
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I wonder how many people have slowed down, greeted their neighbors passing by, even stopped to smell a rose or two, as a result of this artist's offering?<br />
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What if this artwork is meant to be a means of grace, a way God comes to us -- entering the ordinariness of life and making it extraordinary?<br />
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I wonder what might happen if I adopted nature's pace, sauntered a bit, refused to check my email again until Sunday and trusted that everything will, indeed, be okay?<br />
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How might God be trying to get your attention today--whatever road you travel?<br />
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Donna Claycomb Sokolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814361844932567318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31081635.post-76281514970797619682018-03-28T13:32:00.001-04:002018-04-25T15:37:26.868-04:00A Place at the Table<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">I got my hair cut by a new person yesterday afternoon. I arrived at the appointed time, settled into the chair, and listened to a glimpse of his story. He’s a new dad of a child born with a surrogate mom, a child who has two dads. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">I shared how I’m the pastor of a couple whose deepest prayer was answered through surrogacy. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">His mouth dropped. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">He literally stopped. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">I wasn’t sure he would continue. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">I finally said, “You, your partner and your child would be abundantly welcome at my church. I</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; display: inline; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">’m a pastor - but of a fully inclusive church.” </span><br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; display: inline; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">We then had a conversation on hypocrisy and judgement as he asked why people hate his family. I’m still not sure he believed me when I said they would be welcome at MVP.</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; display: inline; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br />I then met my dear friend, Alisa, for coffee at Barnes and Noble. Anyone who knows Alisa knows she is a person of prayer - a woman who I have seen get down on her knees and pray on a rooftop of a restaurant. It came time for our conversation to end - but not without praying together for each other and the responsibilities we have this week and on Easter. Alisa took my hands and held them across the table. I said, “Everyone will think we are a cute, lesbian couple.” Alisa repeated my words, and a man looked upon us with horrid disdain and fierce judgement in his eyes. </span><br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; display: inline; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">It was another wake up moment for me about how many deeply committed couples are unable to share expressions of love in public without facing hatred or judgement.</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; display: inline; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Last night, I vowed to again do all I can to build a community where all are welcome, where love is celebrated, where the church is known for what it is for instead of who it is against, where “all” truly means “all.”</span><br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; display: inline; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Will you build this community with me?</span>Donna Claycomb Sokolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814361844932567318noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31081635.post-59711484076982363972018-03-25T13:22:00.001-04:002018-03-25T13:28:11.040-04:00Palm Sunday Reflection - A Glimpse of My Heart, My Regret, and My Desire to March with Jesus<br />
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">It is
the festival of Passover, one of the most important holidays celebrated by the
Jewish people who gather to remember how God passed over their houses instead
of killing their firstborn children during their captivity in Egypt. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Jerusalem
is overflowing with people as Jews gather for Seder meals and celebrations.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">As the
Roman governor of Samaria and Judea, Pontius Pilate would leave his seaside
estate and travel to Jerusalem for the festival. He does not come because he is
particularly religious. Rather, comes to display Rome’s imperial rule and power
in the occupied city.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Pontius
Pilate rides into the city on top of a horse as high as a Clydesdale featured
in a Budweiser commercial. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">He is surrounded
by shiny swords and other signs of military might. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">And the
“who’s who” of Jerusalem surround him, including individuals who are ready to put
coins in his campaign coffer in exchange for a promise to continue to support
whatever resources or rights they want to protect.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Meanwhile,
on the other end of Jerusalem, Jesus rides not on top of a war horse but on top
of a borrowed borough. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">He is
riding on a colt. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">I
imagine his feet are dragging on the ground. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">And, he
too, has a large crowd following him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">The
poor and the powerless are lining the streets shouting “Hosanna! Blessed is the
one who comes in the name of the Lord.” “Hosanna” – a word that means “Save
us.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Save us, King Jesus. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">It is
political theatre at its best – power and humility, rich and poor, warhorses
and young donkeys. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Two
parades. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Two
crowds. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Two purposes.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Jesus
is coming face to face with the rulers of the temple and the state – rulers who
will crucify him on Friday because nothing is more threatening to an
institution than new life. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Nothing is more threatening to
power than those considered powerless showing up and demanding change.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">While
Pilate’s arrival is expected, Jesus’ arrival sends the city into turmoil.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Who is
this humble man whose actions proclaim he is the long-awaited messiah?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Who is
this individual who is willing to come face to face with the powers and
principalities?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Who is
this one who can literally shake the way things are into the way things should
be?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Who is this?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">We know
who Pilate is. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Pilate
is the one with worldly power and wealth, the one who will do anything to maintain
his illusion of control. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">But who
is Jesus?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">He is a
king, but not the kind of king to which the world gravitates. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">He is a
lord, but his lordship is not defined by wielding power over others but by
serving them. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">He is a
leader, but his strongest assets are not his charisma or charm but rather his
self-giving acts of compassion and generosity. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Who is this?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">How we
respond to the question has serious implications for not only our lives but
countless other lives in this city and around the world. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Our response
to the question dictates which parade we would have joined on this day 2000
years ago and which parade we are likely to join today – <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>the parade of the powerful who we believe can
get us somewhere or at least protect what we have – what we believe we have
earned – or the parade of the one who came to save <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">all</b> people with a preferential option for the poor and powerless.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Which
parade would you have joined?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Where would
you have found yourself that day?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Many of
you marched yesterday. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">You
joined some 800,000 people from across the nation in support of young people
who are demanding change.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">I
watched the rally. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">I wept
with an 11-year-old prophet from Alexandria and a high school student who used
the power of silence better than it’s ever been used before.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">But I
didn’t march.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">My life
is often a tightrope as I balance making sure my husband knows I love him as
much I love the church. But too often Craig gets the shorter end of the stick.
Having been away at a monastery on silent retreat all week, I knew I needed to
give Saturday to Craig, and while Craig is the better Christian in our family,
he is not a marcher.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">I
sought to faithfully tend to the covenant of marriage yesterday, one of my
calls – and still, I feel deep, deep sadness for not being there.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Jesus says “Let the children come to me.” Keeping
children safe isn’t just right. It’s a matter of faith.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>In the passion narrative, we just heard Jesus ask for
swords to be put away – even as others are putting him to death. Working for an
end to senseless gun violence isn’t just right. It’s what Jesus, the prince of
peace, would demand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Seeking a transfer of power from the powerful to the
powerless isn’t just the right thing to do at times. It’s why Jesus was
crucified.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>There is no doubt in my mind that if Jesus were
physically present in Washington this weekend, that he would have felt more at
home marching yesterday than he would in many of our sanctuaries today.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I never again want to miss a march.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>And I never again want to miss an opportunity for us to
be united as a congregation while we march. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">We all
know how seductive Pilate’s power can be. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">We regularly
put our faith, hope and trust in arrogant, angry leaders who promise a better
tomorrow at the expense of those at the bottom. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">We vote
for who will protect our ideals even if those ideals are not the ones taught
and embodied by Jesus. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">We can
get behind someone who promises to solve today’s problems, especially if their
solution benefits us. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">On the
other hand, putting our faith, hope and trust in one who was crucified for what
he stood for can have serious consequences. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">It
might cost us our pride as we embrace a humility that empties itself. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">It
might cost us our swords and semi-automatic weapons as we embrace his way of
peace. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Truth be told, I've never pondered the power of being surrounded by a great cloud of witnesses. I know many people who pray for the saints, including my Catholic husband. I have participated in liturgies where we name how the communion of saints intercede on our behalf. But I often struggle with what this intercession looks like as I wrestle with the Hallmark images of heaven versus a seminary professor who called it heresy to sing "I'll Fly Away." </div>
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My prayer life is grounded in traditional practices - a bit of scripture, an app to guide my way, countless books on my shelf from which to choose, and solid time in my comfy chair first thing in the morning. I also pray in my car or while walking down the street. And, Craig never lets me take a bite to eat without him giving thanks for our food. </div>
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When packing 26 books on Sunday afternoon, I added a study Bible I have not used in a while. It's one I used to turn to often before gravitating to a different one for use at home and another one at the office. I'm not sure why I selected this one. But, in some mystical way, it now makes sense.</div>
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When I opened it yesterday, I found a prayer tucked inside. Its words have been typed and copied often. There are a few typos. "Amen" is spelled "A-Men." It's a prayer that was placed before me not long after I arrived in 2005, when I used to gather with a group of longtime members of our church and a few others for Bible study each week. I don't know who first suggested we pray the prayer. But we never started our reading without it. The words mean more to me today than they did at the time. As I read them again yesterday, I realize how I was, indeed, praying with the saints - people who longed to become the people God called and created them to be - even in their 80s, 90s or 100. Nearly all of them are gone. But yesterday I paused and gave thanks for Jean, Lois, Gilbert, Howard, and Ruth who are all with the saints of light - and Mary Elizabeth and Annie Lou who are still on their journey of discipleship. I recall how much time we spent together - praying these words, studying scripture, and then praying for each other. We were shaped and formed together every single week.</div>
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After pondering the prayer and each one of them, I returned to my work. I always come to the abbey with a clear set of expectations for my week: to read as much as I can, to have a sense of where I'm headed in my preaching on Easter morning, to pray, and to plan sermon series - sometimes for the whole year and other times for a season.<br />
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With a half a dozen books already read, I turned to the work of finishing a short reflection for Palm Sunday and then study for Easter. And it is then when I experienced a profound sense of being surrounded by the saints. Words from John 20 nearly leapt off the page of my Bible, words I've not noticed before found in an explanation in this particular study Bible. It was clear that these words were to form the foundation of my Easter sermon. My reflections for Palm Sunday then came through in a matter of minutes. It rarely happens this way. So often sermon writing can entail sitting in a chair for hours as I wait for something to surface. But yesterday, I was given clear direction. It was almost as if the Wednesday Bible study was reading scripture with me, saying out loud, "But isn't this interesting? What do you think of this?"<br />
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Perhaps the saints are all around us - praying for us, seeking God's very best for our lives, interceding on our behalf. Lois, Howard, and Ruth I miss you terribly. I often wish you could see all God is doing in your church today. But perhaps you can. It seems clear that you want to be part of Easter.<br />
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</i>Donna Claycomb Sokolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814361844932567318noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31081635.post-35347036181648790152018-03-21T12:58:00.001-04:002018-03-21T12:58:52.251-04:00Step Right Up<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The temperatures were in their 60s when I arrived at the abbey on Monday afternoon. I pondered whether to leave my coat in the car or carry it inside, choosing the latter. I knew there was a possibility of snow when I left the house, but I still chose to pack tennis shoes and dress boots, nothing with traction. The view from my room was perfect with the cattle grazing on a springlike day.<br /><br />
Things started to change yesterday afternoon as the snow started to fall. "This might not be the retreat you had in mind," one of the monks shared at dinner. "But perhaps it is the retreat God wants you to have." He then continued to share how he would likely be serving the meals again the next day since the woman who is hired to plan and prepare them would not be able to make it in the snow. "I'm not sure what we will have, but it will work out."<br />
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And while I wasn't signed up to receive spiritual direction from him in the morning, his witness has already touched my heart and directed my prayer life. His making meatloaf instead of offering absolutions has served as a powerful reminder of what it means to always be ready to serve, ready to adapt, ready to step outside our zones of comfort or standard role, in order to meet a need in front of us. I'm pondering again how God might do some of God's best work when we are embodying Brian Andreas <a href="http://www.storypeople.com/2017/04/19/original-drawing-2049-boxed-book-set-2/">StoryPeople artwork called "Step Right Up"</a> which reads, "One day, I decided to help wherever I could & it was almost like magic, because I was exactly what the world needed everywhere I went."<br />
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One of my colleagues reminds our team often that we are called to be church workers first and then whatever role we have been hired to fill. She wants us to constantly be aware that there are times when we need to drop everything to answer the door, or help with a flooding basement, or take out the trash.<br />
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In <a href="https://www.amazon.com/New-Day-City-Church-Revival/dp/1501818880">"A New Day in the City,"</a> I write about an owner of a steakhouse who puts a can on the front steps of the restaurant when she's interviewing a prospective employee. If the person coming for her interview notices the can and stops to pick it up, then Van knows the person will pay attention to the detail patrons at the restaurant are accustomed to receiving. We all know what it's like to be in a restaurant with an empty glass and see three servers pass us with a full pitcher of water while failing to fill our glass because we are not in their assigned section. There are times when teamwork means everything.<br />
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But what if we always walked through life not with earbuds playing our selected songs but with ears tuned to listen to the needs around us?<br />
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What if we sought to never walk into our office buildings without thinking about what might need to be done to contribute to the success of the entire team versus minding our own business?<br />
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And what might happen if we never walked into a church building without being ready to serve - as an extra greeter, the one who makes the coffee or cleans up following the act of hospitality designed to provide real community to all who come, the person who empties the overflowing trash bin in the women's bathroom instead of assuming it can wait until Monday or that someone else will do it, or the one who checks in and asks, "Do you need anything today? Is there any way I can be of service to all God will do today?"<br />
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The busiest week of the church year is upon us. I have a list of things to do, sermons to write, details to manage. But I also pray that I'll be attune to what is needed, where God wants me to step right up.<br />
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What about you?Donna Claycomb Sokolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814361844932567318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31081635.post-30117612188110331482018-03-20T16:40:00.000-04:002018-03-20T17:09:16.453-04:00Preparing to Preach...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Last month, I had the privilege of serving as one of the keynote speakers for the <a href="http://holston.org/events/2018/feb/19/ministers-convocation-2018/">Holston Conference Minister's Convocation. </a> It was an extraordinary gift that could still inspire dozens of blog posts about all I learned from speaking alongside <a href="http://www.gatheringnow.org/staff/">Matt Miofsky </a>and <a href="http://andy-crouch.com/">Andy Crouch</a>. But as Easter approaches, there is one conversation shared over coffee with Andy that continues to inspire me.<br />
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Andy didn't learn the lesson in seminary. Rather, it was offered to him by a business leader, one who accepted the role of CEO of a then-failing company. As such, the lesson could be used for any speaker about to address an audience.<br />
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1) Do your homework.<br />
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Andy offered the three steps before describing how much relief they offer when he travels to speak to audiences across the nation. He named how much he pours into his preparation, making sure he has done the homework needed to offer his very best. He next shared how he had been awake in the middle of many nights praying for the pastors who would gather for our event in Tennessee, as well as praying for Matt and me. He sought to gain a sense of how much God loves these pastors and convey a sense of that love through his words. He then named the third step of effective preaching - be your fullest, most authentic self.<br />
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I've shared this wisdom with several people who are preparing for their first appointment. I've described the steps to other people who are intimidated by speaking in public. The words are a means of grace, and I'm seeking to fully embody the teaching.<br />
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It's my tenth year spending the days leading up to Holy Week at Holy Cross Abbey. I arrive at this place with more books than articles of clothing - an array of fiction, non-fiction, theology, church leadership, and memoir. I also have materials for exegeting John's account of the resurrection. I'm reading as much as I can for two days before sitting down to formulate words on Thursday that I'll continue to return to over the next ten days. But I'm also praying for each person who will come to our church on Easter morning as I long for them to experience the deep, wondrous, grace-filled, never-ending, never gives up on anyone, love of God that is revealed through the life, death and resurrection of Jesus. I'm seeking to imagine their faces as they enter the sanctuary. I am praying for our members to arrive early and be filled with warmth, hospitality and an eagerness that understands the precious gift we are offered to welcome dozens of first-time guests on Easter. I am longing for God to show me how to love all who come - whether it's their first time in church or people who are with us every Sunday - throughout my preparations. And, I'm promising to be my full, authentic self - the one called to offer the unique set of gifts God has given to me.<br />
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Thank you, Andy, for the lesson and the many ways you are a means of grace.Donna Claycomb Sokolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814361844932567318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31081635.post-23041484450317210152018-01-23T16:56:00.002-05:002018-01-23T17:03:54.711-05:00Intangible Religious Benefits<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I signed dozens of letters last week to accompany financial statements that reflect how much a person gave to our church in 2017. Once the letters were in the mail, I started to focus on my own statement, and especially the words printed at the bottom. They are a disclaimer that is likely required by law, "Unless otherwise noted, the only goods or services provided are intangible religious benefits." It sounds simple enough. And yet, these words have been provoking countless questions within me.<br />
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What are the intangible religious benefits our church provided last year?<br />
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In what did people invest their resources?<br />
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How did people benefit from the ministries of MVP?<br />
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<i>New York Times</i> bestselling author Brene Brown preached at Washington National Cathedral on Sunday. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ndP1XDskXHY&feature=youtu.be">Her remarks</a> resonate deeply with me. I see organized religion (the negative word for "church") providing people with numerous reasons to give up on it all together. But I also deeply need the gifts she speaks of. I desperately need the church - and especially the church at its best.<br />
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Each week I gather with people I might not choose to spend time with if given the choice. There are people who see things very differently than me, and some of them are not afraid to tell me about it. But I have yet to grow, let alone be transformed, if I am only spending time with people who think like me. Like Brene, I want to pass the peace with people who disagree with me, to receive their deepest desire for peace in my life while I wish the same for them. I believe this happens every Sunday at MVP.<br />
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Our church last year embarked upon a powerful journey of learning about racial justice. Throughout the year I gathered with people to read books I likely would have never read on my own, and many of these books transformed me. But the conversation about them transformed me even more. Paul wrote to the Romans, "Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your minds, so that you may discern what is the will of God - what is good and acceptable and perfect." It is in reading, discussing and praying with others that my mind as been transformed, and also that I have been able to more faithfully discern what is the will of God, particularly when it comes to racial justice in our nation. I would never take this journey on my own, but I am more committed than ever to be an agent of change when it comes to racial justice because of the people who journey with me.<br />
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If I have just one sermon to preach, it is "you are beloved." I seek to speak these words as often as I can - not only because I believe others need to hear them, but also because I need to hear them. We are battered and bruised throughout the week, constantly given invitations to question our worth and sometimes our humanity. I need to gather with people who remind me that I am beloved. And I long to be part of raising children who know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that they are deeply beloved by me, by our church, and especially by God. I hear this message at church more than anywhere else.<br />
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I also need a visual aid of what it looks like for all to be welcome and no one turned away. Our American culture preaches the myth of scarcity - that there will never be enough - tempting people to cling tightly to what they have, to build walls, to protect the resources of the rich at the expense of the poor. But the table of our Lord is one place where all are given the exact same amount of bread and all are satisfied. I need to come to this table and see how there is always more than enough. I long to see replicas of the eucharistic feast throughout our city, and I pray our church encourages such places and patterns of behavior through how we serve and care for others.<br />
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Like Brene, I also need to sing with others. I don't sing much throughout the week, let alone with dozens of other people. Last night, a very small group of individuals gathered for a Monday worship experience. There were five of us standing around the piano as worship began, belting our words of praise through song. In many eyes, the gathered crowd might be perceived as a failure because they were so easy to count. But in singing together, we learned that wherever two or more are gathered, God is with us. I need to be reminded I am not alone - never alone. The church has a powerful way of walking with people - through casseroles delivered in sickness, through emails or notes that simply say "I'm praying for you," and through voices lifted in harmony and song. Where else do you sing together in a way that lifts your spirits and reminds you that you're not alone?<br />
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But I most need the church because I've learned it's impossible to follow Jesus on my own. From the beginning, Jesus has surrounded himself with ordinary people who he has given authority to do extraordinary things. We cannot become the fullness of who we are called to be on our own. We need people who show us how to selflessly serve others, how to increase our faith, how to keep on showing up even when we are struggling, and countless other things.<br />
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What are the intangible religious benefits you receive from church? I pray a few are able to roll immediately from your tongue. And if not, will you come sing with me on Sunday?Donna Claycomb Sokolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814361844932567318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31081635.post-60850822192272125782017-11-22T19:42:00.001-05:002017-11-22T19:42:21.344-05:00Will You Choose Thanksgiving?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A lively, gifted woman, someone who is in Washington with her family for just this year, sat down on the floor and gathered the children around her on Sunday. She lost her mother just two weeks ago and is grieving. She had a valid reason to cancel or postpone her time with the children. But instead she fully showed up and offered a children's sermon that is still speaking to me. </div>
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She recalled with the children the Thanksgiving after the Colorado Rockies lost the World Series. Her family was not only disappointed, her uncle was angry. Instead of going around the table to share what they were most thankful for prior to carving the turkey, this angry uncle invited everyone to articular their anger. "What are you angry about this year?"</div>
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The family all took turns, and anger soon consumed the room, enough anger that someone suggested a do-over. "Let's now share what we're thankful for this year." Each person again took their turn, and the mood of the room brightened as the anger dissipated. </div>
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I suspect that if we were offered an opportunity to respond to the question, "What are you angry about?" tomorrow, we might have plenty to say. I can offer my list of top ten reasons to be angry in a matter of minutes. But I'm not sure such an exercise leads me to a place of life, let alone joy.</div>
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I was reminded last week with the children that thanksgiving is a choice. Every single day we can choose to dwell on all that is wrong, on all we do not have, on all that is not living up to our expectations. We can choose to allow anger and disappointment to be our most powerful emotions.</div>
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I choose thanksgiving - not just the feast and the excuse to indulge - but the spirit of saying "thank you" and embodying gratitude.</div>
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<b>It was 100 years ago today, on October 8, 1917, when the cornerstone was laid for our glorious, historic church building designed to be the "representative church" for the Methodist Episcopal Church, South. Today we remembered this historic occasion by telling our unvarnished truth, repenting of our sin, and then hanging a new banner, signed by many people in worship, next to the original cornerstone. You can learn more about our journey <a href="http://mvpumc.org/we-repent/">on our website</a>. What follows is the litany we shared in worship.</b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Gill Sans MT",sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin: 0px;">One:<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Jesus said, “You will know the truth, and the
truth will make you free.”</span></div>
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confess that it is sometimes easier to hide the truth, especially when the
truth binds and suffocates instead of setting people free.</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Gill Sans MT",sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin: 0px;">One:<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>But the only way to be free is to tell the
truth – the unvarnished truth. </span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Gill Sans MT",sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin: 0px;">All:<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>What is this truth?</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Gill Sans MT",sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin: 0px;">One:<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Our church was founded as the “representative
church” for the Methodist Episcopal Church, South, the denomination formed in
1844 to support its members who wanted to hold slaves.</span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Gill Sans MT",sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin: 0px;">All:<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Lord, forgive us and those who came before
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<span style="font-family: "Gill Sans MT",sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin: 0px;">One:<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Our church was part of a denomination in
which every bishop was a slaveholder.</span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Gill Sans MT",sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin: 0px;">All:<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Lord, forgive us and those who came before
us.</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Gill Sans MT",sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin: 0px;">One:<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Our church once bowed to cotton and Caesar
more than to Jesus as Lord.</span></div>
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us.</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Gill Sans MT",sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin: 0px;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Gill Sans MT",sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin: 0px;">One:<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>We gather in a building constructed as a
monument to America’s original sin.</span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Gill Sans MT",sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin: 0px;">All:<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>We
lament a history in which people valued property over people.</span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Gill Sans MT",sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin: 0px;">We lament the ways in which this church contributed
to the wounds of an entire nation.</span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Gill Sans MT",sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin: 0px;">We lament the proclamation of white supremacy and
the belief that such a proclamation is consistent with the Gospel of Jesus
Christ. </span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Gill Sans MT",sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin: 0px;">One:<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>“Do you renounce the spiritual forces of
wickedness, reject the evil powers of this world, and repent of your sin?”</span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Gill Sans MT",sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin: 0px;">All:<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>We
repent of every way in which we have failed to reject racism that denies the
dignity of anyone, choosing to instead participate in, gain privilege from, or
remain silent in the face of injustice in our judicial system, our educational
system and our economic system.</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Gill Sans MT",sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin: 0px;">One:<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>“Do you accept the freedom and power God
gives you to resist evil, injustice, and oppression in whatever forms they
present themselves?” </span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Gill Sans MT",sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin: 0px;">All:<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>We do. Forgive
us for denying our power and choosing to instead be silent or apathetic in the
face of racial injustice and intolerance. Give us wisdom and courage to
disrupt, dismantle and destroy racism of every form, public and private, spoken
and silent.</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Gill Sans MT",sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin: 0px;">One:<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>“Do you confess Jesus Christ as your Savior,
put your whole trust in his grace, and promise to serve him as your Lord, in
union with the Church which Christ has opened to people of all ages, nations,
and races?” </span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Gill Sans MT",sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin: 0px;">All:<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>We do. Forgive
us for failing to remember how you made one body from Jew and Greek, male and
female, slave and free. Help us to always find our most authentic selves in
this community as we work to faithfully and fully embody our oneness in Christ
Jesus.</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Gill Sans MT",sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin: 0px;">One:<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>God,
help us be the church.</span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Gill Sans MT",sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin: 0px;">All:<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Jesus,
enable us to be the most faithful church we can be as we seek to be a sign and
symbol of your kingdom in this city, nation and world. Amen.</span></b><span style="font-family: "Gill Sans MT",sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin: 0px;"></span></div>
<b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike>Donna Claycomb Sokolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814361844932567318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31081635.post-33337455324466153702017-09-30T19:25:00.002-04:002017-09-30T19:30:04.442-04:00Are You Ready to Welcome My Mom in the Morning?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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If you follow me on Facebook, then you're likely aware that I post a PSA about every 90 days. Immediately after I visit the Melanoma and Skin Cancer Clinic, I share how many biopsies were needed or seek to capture my joy for not needing any at all before encouraging all who will read to please have their skin checked by a dermatologist. I've heard the words "skin cancer" multiple times and the dreaded word "melanoma" on four occasions - enough to have a Vitamin D deficiency at this point in my journey.<br />
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But my mother just heard the word "melanoma" spoken on the phone for the first time last week. Her primary care physician discovered an odd looking mole on her shin and insisted that it be removed. When the call came from the lab, she heard a sentence that includes "stage 3," "new skin cancer center," "appointment with specialist and plastic surgeon on Monday." She's since done her share of research with the aid of Google, and the results have been enough to keep her body awake at night as her mind ponders the worse case scenario.<br />
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I may not have helped today when I shared how she should prepare to spend at least two weeks in a recliner if a complex wound closure is needed. I've then reassured her that her diagnosis is worse than any of the four I've had - reassurance that's not exactly helpful in hindsight. And then I said once this morning and again this afternoon, "Mom, you really need a church."<br />
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My mom has always had a church. The child of a Methodist pastor, she was raised to never miss Sunday morning worship. She drug our sorry behinds out of bed every Sunday morning, regardless of where we had been the night before. My family was always at church. Faith was and is central to our lives.<br />
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But something has changed in the last few years. My mother moved back to Missouri to be near family, and going to church has become something she dreads. She's now in her 70s and single. An hour in a sanctuary has turned out to be one of the loneliest hours of the week. She reports how she sometimes only sees couples or families or groups of people who clearly know each other. Often, no one speaks to her even though it's clear she's a visitor. There is no other venue in the community where she feels more alone than in the church.<br />
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But she needs a church.<br />
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She needs a pastor who will pray for her. She needs a community where someone might feel called to accompany her to her doctor's appointment and where others might show up with a meal - even people she has never met before. She needs to be reminded that she is not alone - that we are never alone - no matter what we're going through.<br />
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She's visiting another church tomorrow.<br />
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If she comes to your church, are you ready to welcome her? Are there people in your congregation who are more eager to welcome a guest than they are to sit in their familiar spot? Is there someone in your pew who might reach up and simply acknowledge a visitor sitting nearby who they notice is crying? Is there a compassionate team of people who feel called to show up because God shows up and the only way we know God shows up is through us? Are there people in your church who feel called to care for people - and not just those whose names or stories they know? Will someone be with her - really be with her - in the weeks to come?<br />
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I hope so.<br />
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In fact, I'm counting on you to be this kind of church.<br />
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Because my mom really needs a church right now.<br />
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And as I ponder who might come into our sanctuary tomorrow, I pray no one goes unnoticed. If there is someone going through a crisis that has kept them up through the night, I pray they feel like they are seen. I pray someone notices their tears or their anxiety. I pray they know they do not have to be alone. And I pray I'll always be the kind of pastor who is eager to show up in the suffering and pain of life - when the darkness is far more visible than the light.<br />
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God, will you please help your churches be the fullest expression of your love and light that we can be? And, will you please help my mom find a church family who can journey with her during this season - and every other season of life? God, she's going to church again tomorrow. She's counting on your people showing up for her. Please help that congregation welcome her in the morning. Amen.Donna Claycomb Sokolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814361844932567318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31081635.post-88671765502360140222017-09-22T07:27:00.002-04:002017-09-22T07:27:27.889-04:00Tracking Faithfulness<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"My obedience would be the only thing I would track."<br />
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The words echoed through my ears last Sunday afternoon when I sat around one of seven round tables hosting people who had come to learn how we can more faithfully be in ministry with people who are experiencing homelessness. The woman speaking was sharing her own story of being in community with people who are experiencing homelessness, a testimony that included admonitions to cherish dignity, kinship and mutuality. She had learned years ago that it's almost impossible to track success when it comes to ministry with people who sometimes face more obstacles than a turtle turned upside down until it rests on its shell. But her words opened an invitation for me to examine nearly every other aspect of my life.<br />
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What are the numbers you track?<br />
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What statistics have the power to define you?<br />
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I often track the number that appears on the scale while failing to track my obedience to counting calories on My Fitness Pal. Is it any wonder that one number doesn't budge much without the dedication to the other?<br />
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But what has the capacity to rob my joy even more are numbers related to my role as a pastor. And I know I'm not alone as I heard an extraordinarily gifted colleague share this week about all the good things happening in her church - the signs and wonders produced by people who are taking their discipleship seriously - before adding, "But our average worship attendance still gets me down."<br />
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Last week, while at Duke Divinity School, I heard a powerful testimony about the excellence being sought within the faculty. The professor of New Testament shared how the school is seeking to have "elite scholars who exemplify something of the subject matter they teach." The scholar knows that wisdom is about habits. "We have to become the person who thinks like the sort of person who lives as Christians when it comes to our loves, our passions and our habits." He then spoke of the hours of scholarship that are required for him to do his work. He cannot be faithful if he simply produces another book or offers a profound lecture that wows his students. His faithfulness comes through his obedience - his spiritual disposition, his deep and wise engagement with the text, his embodying the core practices of the church that transform us.<br />
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Too often we are tempted to believe that our objective is to have at least five people pat us on the back and say "great job," or worse yet, give us a standing ovation at least once a year. We have been seduced into believing that our faithfulness is measured by a number that the denomination most wants to know if you're a pastor. But what if, instead, we sought to track our faithfulness through these questions?<br />
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How much time did I spend searching the scriptures this week?<br />
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When did I put my own priorities aside to serve a neighbor in need?<br />
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Am I setting aside one day each week to find wonder, joy and delight in God and the gifts God has given to me? What are my practices of Sabbath keeping?<br />
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How much time do I devote to reading books that reveal a deeper understanding of who God is or how God is at work in the world?<br />
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Am I seeking to faithfully love God with my prayers, my presence, my gifts, my service and my witness?<br />
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Can people see what it means to be a Christian through my character?<br />
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If the life of another human being is what most motivates someone to follow Jesus, then how is my life motivating people to want to follow Jesus?<br />
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Am I fully seeking to love the Lord my God with my heart, soul, strength and mind?<br />
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I don't know about you, but I have some work to do.<br />
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And, I suspect that the more I track my own obedience to faithfulness, the more I'll see and sense God powerfully at work in my life and the world around me.<br />
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What will you track today?Donna Claycomb Sokolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814361844932567318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31081635.post-58503155976790889472017-07-11T09:07:00.002-04:002017-07-11T09:19:51.884-04:00Allowing One's Light to Shine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"Wow! Look at my picture," Eddie said with a huge smile on his face. "It's really good!" he continued to exclaim as his feet shifted five steps back in order for his eyes to have a better view.</div>
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Eddie, a member of our church, was beholding his own work. He's been given a rather remarkable gift when it comes to drawing and painting, and he has often shared this gift with our community. </div>
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I'll always cherish one Lenten season when our congregation was worshipping in a rented theatre across the street. Void of windows, especially the colorful stained glass kind, I invited Eddie to create a picture to accompany the sermon each week. For each of those six Monday mornings, Eddie would come to my office. I would read him the Gospel lesson to be proclaimed. Eddie would ask a few questions, "What does the devil look like?" or "How do I draw temptation?" He then would go home and return the next day with a colorful creation to be placed on our makeshift altar. He returned during that first week of Lent with a drawing that showed Jesus being tempted in the wilderness with such perfection that my words struggled to match it or elaborate upon it. </div>
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I'm not sure when Eddie created the picture that is now in my office waiting to be hung. It seems to have been a request by one of our members who then took it and had it custom framed. I've held it in my space for a bit because I love looking at it. But I also want to find the perfect place for it in our church building - a place where many people can appreciate it. </div>
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It's Eddie's work. He spent hours creating the scene of the boats, water and fishermen. He knows the piece of art well as he poured life and love into it. But Eddie had not seen someone else pour love into his work or really appreciate it. Eddie saw his own gifts in a whole new way when someone else took the time to recognize his gifts by taking his work to a frame shop. </div>
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I cannot help but to wonder if the task of helping one's gifts shine in new ways is one of the greatest privileges and responsibilities of the church. One of our roles is to help people of all ages discover their gifts, encourage them to use their gifts in such a way that others are able to see their light, affirm them, and then watch as they discover a fuller sense of who they are and what they are capable of doing. In the words of Greg Jones, the former Dean of Duke Divinity School, we all need what he calls "holy friends." The church can cultivate such friendships as people point out the sins we have grown to love, name the gifts we have been afraid or unwilling to claim, and help people dream dreams they would never dream on their own.</div>
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Eddie's gifts have been showcased in a particular way for others to see when one of his pieces was framed for display. I saw other gifts showcased in a similar way on Sunday morning. Our congregation doesn't have a ministry intern this summer, something we have had in the previous few summers. As a result, a myriad of people have been helping with worship leadership. On this past Sunday morning, one person passionately led the call to worship and different prayers before inviting people to give, another person gathered with the children for a message designed just for them as he shared about his recent visit to Wesley's Chapel in London, another person described his first experience as a delegate to Annual Conference, and one person read the scripture lesson with power. Four individuals were given an opportunity to shine, and they brought their full selves for God and all in attendance to see. It was beautiful, and I have now seen gifts in some of them that I had never seen before. Even more, I now have the incredible joy of naming these gifts and extending additional invitations for them to use these gifts in a way that blesses our entire community.</div>
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I pray our church will always be a place where people can step back and say, "Wow. I really do have something to offer this community and the wider world. Thank you, God, for this gift."</div>
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A dear friend called with this question yesterday morning. It's a question pastors are called to grapple with on a regular basis since senseless gun violence is part of American culture, almost as common as patriotic songs and apple pie on Flag Day.<br />
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"I'm angry," I said with fire in my mouth.<br />
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"But I don't know how to respond to tragedy in my backyard faithfully as I'm not sure I can also faithfully name every other precious child of God who has been gunned down on the streets of America."<br />
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I realize this one hit close to home, and it's a Member of Congress along with Congressional staff, the first badge I wore in Washington. But what about others? Can we get as incensed with their murders or gunshot wounds as we do when those with power are the latest victims of America's addiction to guns and the handcuffs placed on countless Members of Congress by the NRA?<br />
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How will I respond?<br />
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I'll pray. I'll pray fervently for all who were on that ball field yesterday morning. I'll pray for those who knew and loved the shooter. I'll pray for those who were shot and in recovery. I'll pray for every ear who heard the pops coming from guns.<br />
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I'll promise to pray not only when guns are shot in a community I know well but when tragedy strikes all around our city and nation - which is exhausting to even think about.<br />
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But I'll also pray for wisdom and courage to know my role in speaking out against, marching for, and playing my part in helping our country grapple with its gun addiction and remove assault rifles from ordinary citizens in our country.<br />
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Why is it that it takes one of their own being shot for Congress to come together as one body? What would it take for this same body to come together and wrestle with a more complicated question, "What is my role, my responsibility, in making sure this never happens again?"<br />
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Come, Prince of Peace, and help me be an instrument of your peace.Donna Claycomb Sokolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814361844932567318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31081635.post-35957740324007505922017-05-15T15:06:00.003-04:002017-05-15T21:05:40.584-04:00The Sight and Sound of Gratitude<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have a new favorite thing. I love pushing the new "thankful" button on Facebook or opening a post to which someone has reacted with "thankful." I used the button so many times over the weeekend while responding to a friend's new family portraits that I even apologized for causing so much noise in her life!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We are midway through a series on vocation, call and work, one of my favorite topics to wrestle with. Yesterday we talked about work's challenges, using Moses as our guide. Can you imagine how many times Moses must have been tempted to toss his hands in the air and walk away? He is simply trying to be faithful to God's call on his life but is constantly surrounded by people who quarrel, grumble and bicker. The Israelites are being led from bondage to freedom. They receive one miracle after another whether it is bread from heaven or a walk on dry ground. But all they can see is what's missing - what they don't have. Meanwhile Moses remains faithful as he cries out to God, uses the tools God has given to him, and continues on the journey.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">On the contrary, what if living a life of gratitude literally adds joy to our days like the purple flowers dancing across our iPhones? What if seeking to always first behold what we have and giving thanks for these things before ever pondering what we want but don't yet have is the key, the secret, to a more abundant life?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I'm looking for more purple flowers in my life. I want to be thankful at all times and in all seasons. </span><br />
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I'm long overdue for writing and have a dozen ideas for different blog entries I want to share with you. But for now, I am celebrating the arrival of "<a href="https://www.amazon.com/New-Day-City-Church-Revival/dp/1501818880">A New Day in the City</a>." <a href="http://www.pts.edu/owensl">Roger</a> and I started working on it nearly three years ago, and my first copies arrived on Friday. The book offers seven conversations for congregations who long to experience revival: pruning, strategy, vision, mission/evangelism, excellence, and working together. It's the book I wish I had when I first arrived at <a href="http://mvpumc.org/">Mount Vernon Place</a> nearly twelve years ago, and I pray it inspires new life in congregations near and far. It's been a privilege to work with both Roger and the <a href="http://www.ministrymatters.com/all/author/constance_stella">folks</a> at Abingdon. I am over the moon excited about this book!Donna Claycomb Sokolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814361844932567318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31081635.post-75559916897299640122017-03-18T18:00:00.004-04:002017-03-18T18:03:09.961-04:00NancyI don't have a single picture of her, but I'm not sure I'll ever forget her.<br />
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She grew up in our church, her parents having met in the choir in the late 1800s. She lived just off Connecticut Avenue for her entire life, first in the family home she sold some ten years ago and then in a retirement community. She's the only older member I've ever brought a can of Heineken to, sneaking it into the home like a high school student with a fake ID. More often than not, I would find her with the Wall Street Journal and a stack of lottery tickets she had recently scratched. She loved taking a cab over to a nearby hospital where she would listen to music playing in the lobby. She was proud of the outdoor furniture she had bought for the home and furious when all the chairs were taken, leaving her with the option of finding a place to sit inside. She loved her church, though she hadn't been there in more than ten years.<br />
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And, I loved her. I always knew she would make me laugh. I always knew I'd be greeted with a generous smile. I always knew she would encourage me by letting me know how she was aware of everything happening at the church since she read the bulletin each week. And, I always knew she would ask me to pray for a sound mind. She was so afraid of losing her mind before her body failed.<br />
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Two weeks ago, Nancy's health started to change in different ways. Part of her dignity was removed when her body no longer allowed her to do everything she needed to do. She was so frustrated, but still making her aide and I laugh through it all. It was nearly two weeks ago when she told me she wanted to just go to sleep. "I'm ready to go," she repeated often on each of my last three visits.<br />
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She said it again yesterday, waking up for just a minute or two at a time. And even though she didn't speak much yesterday, her sense of humor came shining through once more in her facial expressions.<br />
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At the end of my visit, we took hands, her aide holding one hand and me holding the other. We asked God to linger close, to remind Nancy that it was okay to let go and that she was not and would not be alone. When the prayer was over, Nancy said, "Amen." She was with us the entire time.<br />
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She took her last breath this morning. Her prayer was answered. My heart both aches and gives thanks at the same time.<br />
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And now we plan her celebration of life. There will be party favors - a scratch ticket will be given to each person who attends, with a quarter to make the scratching easy. Perhaps someone will win. But I feel like I already won so much through my relationship with this precious child of God.<br />
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Thank you, Nancy, for the privilege of being your pastor. You were truly one of a kind. May you rest in peace and rise in glory.<br />
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Thanks be to God.Donna Claycomb Sokolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814361844932567318noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31081635.post-56844565202237561852017-03-16T20:55:00.004-04:002017-03-16T21:01:34.696-04:00I Now Know<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"180 over 120," she said, before asking if my blood pressure normally runs high.<br />
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"I've never seen it that high," I responded. And I wasn't that concerned. After all, the nurse had just weighed me in a very public area, and I knew what came next. I was about to be asked to undress for a full body exam, something I endure every 90 days with the doctor looking carefully at every inch of my skin while an assistant blows up images of my bare body on a screen. The process has worked. Their discoveries have led to my hearing the words, "It's melanoma," four different times.<br />
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With all these things in mind, I sought to put her mind at ease, "My blood pressure always rises in this office." The words worked. She showed me to my exam room and didn't ask to take it again.<br />
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But I now know that my blood pressure was high enough for me to experience dangerous consequences. I now know she should have sent me straight to the emergency room or at least mentioned her finding to the doctor about to examine me. He's not trained in matters of the heart, as he specializes in skin, but he would have likely experienced a sense of her alarm. Nevertheless, they went on with their routine.<br />
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An hour later, I left the office with a sense of relief that no biopsies were ordered. My concern had been transferred to the status of my heart, motivating me to order a blood pressure monitor that night. While the numbers have decreased substantially, they are still more elevated than they have ever been. And just as I can sometimes name each knot the massage therapist finds in my shoulders, I can also name each additional millimeter of mercury.<br />
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I'm religious about meeting my personal trainer for strength training twice a week. But, my time for aerobic exercise has been swallowed too often by work. My diet has been enlivened by Girl Scout Cookies and extra treats (have you tried Aldi's version of Girl Scout cookies!!?). We've been hiring a new staff member, and I long to get it right. I'm the medical power of attorney for one of our oldest members who is facing significant health challenges that lead to numerous calls and difficult decisions. Most workweeks have been six days with the seventh claimed by errands and endless to-do lists before seeking to be fully present to my husband since I haven't been all week. And, while I adore nearly every ounce of my work, believing that I really do have the best job in Washington, there is a lot on my plate right now.<br />
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I can more than relate to Shauna Niequist's words, "But it's like I was pulling a little red wagon, and as I pulled it along, I filled it so full that I could hardly keep pulling" (<i>Present Over Perfect</i>). You should see my wagon! Do you have any idea how much I'm getting done? I kept convincing myself it was okay because I love what I do so much.<br />
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But I now know how heavy the wagon has become. I know now I not only can but must empty the wagon a bit. I now know I need to monitor what's going into my body and stop sacrificing my health for seeking to be the most faithful pastor I can be. I now know I'm on the edge of needing medication for this body that used to have low blood pressure.<br />
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I've spent the last four days at a monastery, a place I journey to every Lent in order to read, plan sermons, and pray. I've never regretted coming to the abbey. I love this place. But I almost cancelled last week. How could I go away with one member in the hospital and another member entering Hospice care? Was it really faithful to leave my husband with a snow storm on the horizon? God didn't let me second guess myself for long. And I'm now praying God doesn't allow me to second guess my renewed commitment to taking better care of myself upon my return.<br />
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And while this post feels so incredibly vulnerable, I know I'm not alone. I live and serve in a city where we often speak of how busy we are as if our busyness is a badge of honor. I am part of one of the least healthy professions. We clergy love to tell other people how to care for themselves while doing a miserable job of taking care of our own selves. And I suspect I'm in good company when it comes to seducing myself to believe that extra hours in the office or meeting the needs of others are more important than just one hour at the gym.<br />
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I don't want the sun to set prematurely on me. I now know I was in serious danger, and I do not want to allow myself to go there again.<br />
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I love my red wagon. I adore nearly every single thing that I've placed inside it. But, it's time to take a few things out of my wagon.<br />
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<br />Donna Claycomb Sokolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814361844932567318noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31081635.post-44725058816893383582017-01-30T14:18:00.001-05:002017-01-30T15:49:00.080-05:00Pray for a PastorIt was a day or two before Thanksgiving in my second year of seminary. My father had picked me up at the St. Louis airport, and we were midway into our drive to his home in mid-Missouri. The conversation had turned to what I was learning in seminary, and I started to share a host of new insights gained from my professor of Christian ethics, Stanley Hauerwas. If you know anything about Hauerwas who was named "America's Best Theologian" by <i>Time</i>, then you know he has the capacity to turn your head inside out and upside down as he presents new ways of thinking about what it means to be a Christian. I was five minutes into sharing my new knowledge with Dad, explaining what I had learned about capitalism, when Dad nearly drove off the road as he asked, "What in the hell are they teaching you?"<br />
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I can almost picture everything about that conversation. I might not ever forget it as it's the first time I realized how controversial following Jesus can be. Most of us prefer a watered-down version of the Gospel when we realize how hard it is to fully take on the name of Christ in all we say, all we do, and all we are. There is a reason Jesus was a threat to both the religious and political establishment of his day. We often forget some of why he was crucified.<br />
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And, while I'm not a betting woman, I'm willing to bet your pastor has heard a thing or two in recent weeks that echo the sentiment of, "What in the hell are you thinking? Or teaching us? Or preaching to us?" There is a good chance your pastor has heard a word or two about what she is to say and not say, what she is to do or not do, how she is to offer a more limited view of who Jesus really was and is, at such a time as this.<br />
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No matter what your pastor proclaimed or prayed yesterday, someone in the congregation was likely disappointed. Some people stepped inside sanctuaries yesterday longing to hear a word about how to think theologically about immigration and refugees. Their hearts were breaking, and they prayed their pastor would have something to say about how our nation is called to be more compassionate, to follow the instructions to welcome the stranger found throughout the Old and New Testaments. Countless other parishioners hesitated as to whether to actually come to worship. They held their breath during the pastoral prayer and the sermon, praying the pastor would not say anything "political" before rolling their eyes the moment the word "immigration" was mentioned. Your pastor was damned before she ever said a word yesterday.<br />
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Meanwhile, your pastor may be second-guessing everything today because she has never before pastored a congregation in a time when the nation feels as deeply divided as it does now. She's longing to please everyone, a trait at the core of her personality, while knowing that this goal is not achievable right now. She is carefully receiving every word and waiting for additional criticisms to come. But more than anything, she is longing to be as faithful as she can to Jesus, the one who called her and claimed her, the one who gave her a vision of what God's kingdom can look like on earth, a vision so compelling that she was willing to let go of other dreams and go to seminary.<br />
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If you're not currently praying for your pastor, I invite you to start doing so today and allow these prayers to continue to rise up like incense filling a room. If you're not sure what to pray, it can go something like this:<br />
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<i>Gracious God, thank you for the ways in which you call and equip people to serve as priests, pastors, shepherds, and teachers. I thank you, especially, for my pastor - for his willingness to drop everything in order to go to the hospital when a person is sick or extend the workday an extra hour when one is in a challenging situation and needs to talk. Thank you for how he seems to love my children, getting down on his knees to share another story about Jesus. Thank you for his spouse and children, people who know plans cannot be made on Saturday night and that weekends together are one day maximum. Thank you for his love of scripture and the ways he seeks to bring it to life. Thank you for all he does to help me be a more faithful disciple of your Son, Jesus.</i><br />
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<i>Will you hold my pastor tightly during this time? It must be impossible for everyone to hear and appreciate his preaching on a subject like immigration when your scripture has so much to say but opinions and convictions are tightly held. It must be impossible to say the words "justice" or "mercy" without being told you're being too political. It must be impossible to please everyone, especially when a congregation is diverse in every possible way. Will you please help him to be faithful? Will you give him the capacity to glean the words he needs to say from you and you alone? When criticism comes, will you grant him a wise spirit that can discern what he needs to hear and explore further and what he needs to let go of? And will you show me how I can support him, even if I might not always agree with him? I want our church to be a faithful representation of your light, your love, your mercy, your grace and your justice. And while I might disagree with him on certain things, I believe my pastor wants this, too. So please strengthen him once more. Watch over him. Bless his family, and bless him - especially at such a time as this.</i><br />
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<i>Thank you, God, for our pastor.</i><br />
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<i>Amen.</i>Donna Claycomb Sokolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814361844932567318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31081635.post-83366219558059686252017-01-27T08:53:00.002-05:002017-01-27T11:16:54.708-05:00A Prayer for the President<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There is one message I love to proclaim more than any other message. It's a message that can be boiled down into a handful of words. It's a simple truth that we have a hard time accepting, let alone acting upon. But receiving the truth can set us free.<br />
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You are beloved.<br />
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You are beloved. God has shaped and formed you. God has given you a distinct set of gifts that make you unique, remarkable, and wonderful. You are the reason God's heart beats and sometimes skips a beat. There is nothing you can do to prevent God from loving you and longing to be in relationship with you.<br />
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This message is proclaimed each time we baptize someone at our church. We sprinkle water on top of a child's head, reminding the child and the congregation how we are incorporated into God's mighty acts of salvation and given new birth through water and the Spirit. We call upon the grace of Jesus that was infused within us at birth. We invite the Holy Spirit to work within the child. And then we light a candle. Holding the candle in front of the child's face, I remind the child how she has a powerful light within her, a light composed of her unique gifts and talents, and how she is called to shine this light to the world around her. I then remind her how the light of Christ is always with her and pray she will never ever forget that she is beloved - deeply loved by her parents, her church family and God. We then extinguish the flame and sometimes watch the smoke fill the air as another reminder of how our light can also fill a room.<br />
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I love reminding people of God's love. I love telling our congregation that they are more than what their business card says about them. I long for people to know and live as though we are beloved.<br />
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I now find myself longing for our new President to claim this truth about himself more than any other truth.<br />
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Open the pages of today's <i>Washington Post,</i> and you'll find several stories about the President. One article is titled "They gave me a standing ovation" and reports how President Trump appeared obsessed with his popularity in a recent television interview. Another article reports how President Trump called the acting director of the National Park Service on the day after the inauguration, demanding photos be removed because they showed a crowd much smaller than the one President Trump imagined or hoped for. We now know how the President's disappointment over last Friday's crowd has led to "alternative facts" being offered in the first press conference from the White House briefing room. The actions of this week point to a President who does not appear to understand the truth that sits at the core of his identity. And his actions matter. They are impacting millions of people.<br />
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Eugene Robinson hits the nail on the head when he writes, "It matters that the most powerful man in the world insists on 'facts' that are nothing but self-aggrandizing fantasy. It matters that the president of the United States seems incapable of publicly admitting any error. It matters that Trump's need for adulation appears to be insatiable" ("The Peril of Ignoring the Rants," <i>The</i> <i>Washington Post</i>, January 27, 2017, A17).<br />
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Very few people can effectively lead without knowing the truth about themselves. Faithful leadership stems from people who know who they are at the core of their being. Individuals who know they are beloved, already more than enough, are able to lead in a way that promotes the greater good of everyone instead of their own individual success.<br />
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Imagine how differently President Trump could be leading today if he realized his worth has nothing to do with whether a group of government workers give him a standing ovation or remain seated after his remarks. Imagine the dialogue that could have occurred in Saturday's press conference if Trump's press secretary, Sean Spicer, had not been asked to defend a lie or propagate an alternative fact. Imagine the compassion that could flow from President Trump if he understood how he is who he is only by the grace of God. Imagine who he might be able to see if he first saw himself as a beloved child of God - more than a successful businessman who doubled the initiation fee on his Florida resort after being elected, more than a billionaire who refuses to release his tax returns, more than a celebrity who believes he can get away with anything, more than the President of a country that is called to be a light to the nations.<br />
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On Sunday morning, our ministry intern at <a href="http://www.mvpumc.org/">Mount Vernon Place</a>, prayed words that are sticking with me some five days later. "God may you help our President see his own sacred worth so he can see this sacred worth in others." I've been praying a version of this prayer each day since Sunday, and I invite you to do the same.<br />
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<i>Almighty God, can you please help Donald J. Trump hear the words you spoke to Jesus at his baptism. "This is my child, my beloved, with whom I am well pleased." May this belovedness be at his center. May you help him see his own sacred worth so he might be able to see the sacred worth in others and then know the sacred responsibility that has been placed upon his shoulders to do justice, love mercy and walk humbly with you. God, please help him to see that you already love him, and how this love is more than enough. Amen.</i>Donna Claycomb Sokolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814361844932567318noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31081635.post-32918389240752844802017-01-05T07:45:00.004-05:002017-01-05T18:53:10.507-05:00Provoked by a Simple Question<br />
It was a one sentence Facebook status update - a question with no following explanation. But the question has been haunting me since I saw it last night.<br />
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"Would you want yourself as a best friend?" my colleague Kevin inquired.<br />
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I breezed through it last night only to find myself still thinking about the question when my eyes opened this morning. <br />
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Umm. I'm not sure.<br />
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While I often have the best intentions, I regularly forget to call someone on their birthday let alone purchase a package or plan to spend time together. While a day never goes by without me spending time on Facebook, I don't often take two or three minutes to wish all my "friends" a happy birthday. I have friends who I adore, people with whom I have shared significant life journeys, who live in the same city but who I only see a couple of times a year. I know how to show up for parishioners who are in crisis at my church. I strive to never disappoint them even though I sometimes do. I give my heart and soul to being a pastor, but I cannot say the same about being a friend.<br />
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Perhaps I'm being hard on myself.<br />
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Or maybe I'm telling the truth.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVzBStcsv6V0zw8D8UhTsAjQnS9aim0UzRcxhSTO9WVGXrcoQhg4z3VSifDiDfr-CnRRaUjQDZ1Y47UMhSE1qQIBOGCDtqwGDSkJysSMC7rZud3V2Hj6aWfTGbkxVuQ3e_dK-W3w/s1600/IMG_3743.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVzBStcsv6V0zw8D8UhTsAjQnS9aim0UzRcxhSTO9WVGXrcoQhg4z3VSifDiDfr-CnRRaUjQDZ1Y47UMhSE1qQIBOGCDtqwGDSkJysSMC7rZud3V2Hj6aWfTGbkxVuQ3e_dK-W3w/s320/IMG_3743.JPG" width="320" /></a>Today is a new day. I'm going to call a friend to wish her "Happy Birthday." I'm going to get the 2017 calendar organized, noting special events in the lives of friends. I'm going to email another friend to make time to get together. I'm going to seek to approach friendship with the way I approach being a pastor.<br />
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"Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one's life for one's friends" (John 15:13).<br />
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This verse is an equally challenging invitation and one I'm going to accept. It's time to lay down a bit of my own life, a bit of my own priorities or desires, a bit of my busyness, and instead pay attention to my friends.<br />
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What about you? How would you respond to the question?<br />
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"Would you want yourself as a best friend?"Donna Claycomb Sokolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814361844932567318noreply@blogger.com1