Month: July 2020

One of the scripture readings for the day in the Common Prayerbook was 1 Samuel 10:1-16, which begins with Samuel anointing Saul. “Anointing” sounds nice, and it is when we do it in worship (we use a small amount of balm to make the sign of the cross on the forehead of newly Baptized members). I just don’t imagine it was nice when Samuel poured a whole vial of oil over Saul’s head. If I were Saul in that situation, as soon as that oil started running down my face I’d be thinking “Get it off, get it off getitoff, GETITOFF, GET IT OFF!”

Sometimes we react that way to God’s blessings as well. I don’t like to be messy, even when I’m being blessed. And neither did all of the people of faith throughout scripture. For every Stephen facing down the Sanhedrin and his fate, there’s a Jonah running from his call. I don’t remotely think that God sent the novel coronavirus. I do think we can find God’s blessings even in this time. Even if they’re messy. And I think we can continue to live our calls to love God and his people each and every day, even from six feet away.

Each December various writers put out their lists of words they think should be retired. Words the author thinks we as a people have overused in the last twelve months. And as my Conference Youth Events Staff t-shirt came in the mail this week I both laughed and sighed, because the shirt included a word I’m ready to retire: virtual. I do actually love this t-shirt. But it’s a reminder of canceled and converted-to-online events from March until now.

I got this shirt because I staffed Breakaway, an event specifically focused on worship. And so I turn to the original worship resource book of God’s people, the Psalms. In Psalm 13 the writer asks “How long must I hear pain in my soul, and have sorrow in my heart…?” This psalmist is talking about literal enemies triumphing over him, and while our enemy is much more figurative, we’re probably equally bummed about it.But the psalmist doesn’t stop with that idea and neither should we. He’s honest before God about his sorrow and his questions, but goes on to say “…I trusted in your steadfast love; my heart shall rejoice in your salvation.” God’s love is steadfast. Let our hearts choose to rejoice in him who remains the same… even when nothing else does.

I am a millennial who rarely uses cash, so I might be behind the times on this one. But I heard this week about the “coin shortage” going on across the United States right now. Business are having trouble giving change because there just aren’t enough coins in circulation at the moment. And as I read about why, it turns out it’s not because production of coins is down. The U.S. Mint ramped up production this month. The problem has much more to do with the fact that 83% of the coins needed across our economy come from being recirculated by people doing everyday business.

It’s not that the coins aren’t there. We just have to trust that they’ll appear again. Our coins themselves even tell us who to trust (just look what’s next to the picture of Washington on a quarter!). Paul said in his prayer for the Ephesians “Now to him who by the power at work within us is able to accomplish abundantly far more than we can ask for or imagine, to him be the glory in the church and in Christ Jesus to all generations, forever and ever. Amen.”God’s still here too. There’s plenty of his presence in circulation. Even in seeming scarcity and shortage we can trust in God’s abundance.

I can’t be the only one who has asked recently “what day is it?” When our usual sense of rhythm and routine is gone, it’s hard to know the answer sometimes. But I’ve been asking that question more often as I’ve been recording Christmas music this week for ACS (our theme this year is “Christmas In July”). It’s odd playing my guitar in 90° weather and singing Silent Night. So when I ask “what day is it?” I feel like Ebenezer Scrooge at the end of A Christmas Carol, when he is genuinely confused about whether it is Christmas day or not.

But that got me thinking some more about A Christmas Carol. And this may be a controversial statement, but I believe the Muppet version to be the definitive film interpretation of that story. Michael Caine deserved an Oscar. Especially at the end of his encounter with the Ghost of Christmas Future, when he emotionally says “I will honor Christmas, and try to keep it all the year!” He learns over the course of that journey that he is not beyond hope, and to respond to the Grace extended to him with generosity and love.

So what day is it? Who knows! But it might as well be Christmas. So “hold [him] close in a thankful heart.” 

I ordered a book of sheet music this week, and upon opening it for the first time, I had to laugh. The first song in the book was O For a Thousand Tongues to Sing. Since the book was a United Methodist hymnal supplement, I shouldn’t have been surprised. O For a Thousand Tongues to Sing has been the first song in each Methodist Hymnal since it was included in A Collection of Hymns for the Use of the People Called Methodists… all the way back in 1780. Despite being numbered 57, it’s still the first actual hymn in the hymnal today. But I laughed not about that piece of trivia. I laughed because my brother loves this song. And my Mom hates it.

My brother had a children’s choir director who taught him this song sometime when he was very young at Berkmar United Methodist Church in Lilburn, Georgia. For him, it brings back fond memories of fun times with Mrs. Sandy. My mom learned this song growing up in Hazardville Methodist Church in Hazardville Connecticut. She doesn’t have a good reason for hating it. She just thinks 4 verses of anything should get the job done, whereas this song has seven verses, and she’s tired of singing by the end of it (When I feel like messing with her, I remind her that Charles Wesley originally wrote 18 verses to this song. You can clip over to page 58 in the hymnal to see most of them).

People have been seeing the same things differently from each other for a very long time. Even experiences with God. Nicodemus came to Jesus at night because he heard his teachings very differently than his fellow Pharisees who plotted against Jesus. Only 1 of the 10 lepers recognized God’s power in his healing enough to thank Jesus for it. The pandemic is pretty universally affecting us right now. But we don’t all experience it universally or similarly. I hope we all have compassion for those who see things differently than us, those who are more or less frustrated than we each are, those who are more or less isolated than we each are. And as as Jesus “bids our sorrows cease,” may we truly find his name “life, and health, and peace.”