Come on into the Essex Room of the Crowne Plaza, to see a simple set-up: a circle of chairs with a small table completing the circle. On the table are some candles and a lovely ceramic goblet and matching plate holding a round loaf of bread. The people already there welcome you, and you all check in with each other about what your weeks have been like. You each find your way to a chair, and the group enters into the gathering with the lighting of the central candle and some words of settling prayer.
The first two readings of the night are part of the same story, from the book of the Bible called John, a story that takes place on that first Easter, in the evening, and continues one week later. Take a look at the first reading, imagine a candle being lit (better yet, light your own) and some words of prayer follow.
http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John%2020:18-23;&version=72;
I can only imagine, O God, the exhilaration Mary must have been feeling as she ran to share the good news… Help me to get in touch with that feeling, God, that joy of knowing you are alive here with us, giving us peace… relief of stress with each breath… forgiveness for all the stupid mistakes we’ve made… forgiveness for all the ways we haven’t saved the world yet… forgiveness, peace, release. In your name we pray… amen.
There’s the same pattern for the next reading, part 2 of our story, with reading, candlelighting and prayer
http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John%2020:24-31;&version=72;
Friend Jesus, how cool it would be to have you showing up in person, so we could see and feel your healing wounds… and feel our own wounds healing, too. Be present for us now, Lord, in the touch of each other’s hands, in the sharing of our woundedness, our realness.
Be present in the bread we eat, the wine and water we drink, the very air we breathe. In your name we pray… amen.
Some words of song form the third reading, printed below:
Lord Jesus, you shall be my song as I journey;
I’ll tell everybody about you wherever I go.
You alone are our life and our peace and our love.
Lord Jesus, you shall be my song as I journey.
Lord Jesus, I’ll praise you as long as I journey.
May all of my joy be a faithful reflection of you.
May the earth and the sea and the sky join my song.
Lord Jesus, I’ll praise you as long as I journey.
As long as I live, Jesus, make me your servant,
to carry your cross and to share all your burdens and tears.
For you saved me by giving your body and blood.
As long as I live, Jesus, make me your servant.
I fear in the dark and the doubt of my journey;
but courage will come with the sound of your steps by my side.
And with all of the family you saved by your love,
we’ll sing to your dawn at the end of our journey.
(J`esus, je voudrais to chanter, Les Petites Soeurs de Jesus and L’Arche Community; tr. Stephen Somerville )
Give us, Lord, such courage that comes with the sound of your steps by our side. Give us moments of courage to face our fears… that we might draw closer and closer to you. In your name we pray… amen.
The group talks about how this story is a familiar one to many, and often we think of this as just “Thomas’ story” and miss out on the pathos of the earlier characters… the exuberance of news-spreading Mary and the wild mix of feelings of those disciples hanging in the security-enhanced shelter. Joy and pain, fear and courage. They knew one witness had seen Jesus alive, but what did that mean for a bunch of followers who stopped following when the going got tough?
The conversation shifts to our own time and place as those gathered reflect on that mix of extreme highs and lows existing together… especially in relation to how sometimes a time of sad memories coincides with a really happy time… and how do we deal with that? Like when the anniversary of a death happens within a week of a birthday or a graduation day. It’s a challenge. It can be awful. But it can also be something we’re very intentional about: asking for support from others, giving ourselves permission to feel it all, highs and lows alike, welcoming God into the mix.
Then we get back to those disciples and their ambiguity about the news of Jesus being alive and well. We remember that Jesus doesn’t let locked doors (or hearts) stop him. He doesn’t let closed minds (or unbelieving suspicions) stop him either. He just comes.
It seems Jesus doesn’t care whether anyone “believes” he’s really alive. He just comes and gives them the experience of his aliveness: They see and touch his beat-up body. They feel the warmth of his presence as he breathes on them… and their lungs no longer feel like they’ve collapsed (as many who’ve been through intense grief can tell you about). Jesus doesn’t give them a lecture or offer explanations. He engages their senses and says: Relax. Breathe. Forgive. Heal. Know my peace.
The disinction between believing vs. experiencing is an important one. Believing/questioning/figuring it out. Experiencing/being/taking it all in.
Sometimes even when we can’t believe in God at all, we can experience God’s presence. Sometimes when we can’t sense God’s presence, we can still hang onto our beliefs. Sometimes we can’t do either one… and it’s at those times that we need community the most. Our experience of loving support can be that bridge to sensing God again.
There’s so much more that the group got into last Thursday. About Thomas and his dance of doubt, grief, and belief. About how the community of Jesus’ followers have both the gifts of “Word” (digging into words, question, and belief systems) and “Sacrament” (taking in God’s grace through our senses). And then as part of living that story of Jesus’ gifts, we shared the bread and wine that Jesus gave his followers and still gives us today. Passing around the moist, multi-grainy, honey-sweet bread that we all took a big chunk of… was a indeed a powerful experience of the sweetness of the life of faith in a God who reaches out again and again to us.
And having been fed, both physically and spiritually, we returned to the part of the story where Jesus blows his breath of life into the scared little group of folks. Not only does he breathe on them his aliveness, his spirit, his forgiveness; he teaches them how to help others experience that same aliveness. Go forgive. Breathe God’s life into others’ lives. Bring them home.
We then closed our time together by chatting about how we can be inviting others into this life of God we experience with the ‘by the way’ community.
I hope you’ve been able here to get a taste of that experience to feed you along your way.
In the peace Jesus gives,
Kari
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Thursday, April 30, 2009
Monday, April 21, 2008
A Friend Saves a Place for You
Today a friend sent me a link to an article about the Country Rock Church, a new worshiping community in Ohio that had its first worship gathering in a bar, and they had quite a turnout. With the promise of live bands, wings, pizza, rowdy fun, and a short message... the group that sponsored the service created a space for those who normally don't find their place in houses of worship.
Creating a space... a place to be... a spot to hang...
Can you relate to the experience of going into a classroom that looks pretty full, and you see across the room... a friend waving to you and pointing to the seat he or she has saved for you? Feels pretty good. Your place was saved. You belong. Friends do that for one another in a lot of ways.
I remember one Sunday evening during my third year of college, when I was hanging out in a dorm room with a bunch of friends, most of whom had just come from a late night candlelight worship service. We were enjoying the last few hours of our weekend, eating and laughing and being together. But I was soundlessly weeping inside, feeling as alone as I'd ever been. I had admitted to myself during that worship time, that I didn't believe a word that I had sung or said or heard. I believed nothing. And I was miserable. And ashamed. And I didn't want to shake anyone else's faith, didn't want to bring anyone else down to the pit with me. So I wrote a note to my friend across the room, my dear friend, David, whose faith I couldn't shake, because he was an atheist who said he had none. I folded up my loaded note and tossed it over the heads of our mutual friends. (Yes, once upon a time we had no texting and IMing...)
David read my note, gave me a knowing look, and wrote back. What I read surprised and warmed me. My friend encouraged me to keep searching, to not give up. He said even though he couldn't believe in God, he always found himself with friends who did... that we all had something special that was worth holding onto. David gave me a place to be. He saved a space for me until I came to the point where I could risk talking to others about my struggles... and could begin to find God again. I hold onto the hope that somehow I was able to do the same for him... by being God's caring presence for him in his times of trouble, even though he wouldn't recognize that caring space as God's own.
One of my favorite things about Jesus is that he provided a space for those who had none. He drew into his circle those that the rest of the world had put out with the trash. He did so even when it endangered his reputation, his comfort and safety, and even his life. And Jesus continues to do so, continues to save a place for each one of us: a place where we can hang with God... both in this life and in the life to come. And we act as Jesus' open arms and listening ears whenever we give a lost soul some place to belong.
Oh, and by the way, By the Way is coming closer to finding that space and time we might create... for being with God in worship and prayer. Please join the conversation about what you see as the need in our area, for people all along the spectrum of faith or unfaith to give one another a place to be.
~ Kari Henkelmann Keyl ~
Creating a space... a place to be... a spot to hang...
Can you relate to the experience of going into a classroom that looks pretty full, and you see across the room... a friend waving to you and pointing to the seat he or she has saved for you? Feels pretty good. Your place was saved. You belong. Friends do that for one another in a lot of ways.
I remember one Sunday evening during my third year of college, when I was hanging out in a dorm room with a bunch of friends, most of whom had just come from a late night candlelight worship service. We were enjoying the last few hours of our weekend, eating and laughing and being together. But I was soundlessly weeping inside, feeling as alone as I'd ever been. I had admitted to myself during that worship time, that I didn't believe a word that I had sung or said or heard. I believed nothing. And I was miserable. And ashamed. And I didn't want to shake anyone else's faith, didn't want to bring anyone else down to the pit with me. So I wrote a note to my friend across the room, my dear friend, David, whose faith I couldn't shake, because he was an atheist who said he had none. I folded up my loaded note and tossed it over the heads of our mutual friends. (Yes, once upon a time we had no texting and IMing...)
David read my note, gave me a knowing look, and wrote back. What I read surprised and warmed me. My friend encouraged me to keep searching, to not give up. He said even though he couldn't believe in God, he always found himself with friends who did... that we all had something special that was worth holding onto. David gave me a place to be. He saved a space for me until I came to the point where I could risk talking to others about my struggles... and could begin to find God again. I hold onto the hope that somehow I was able to do the same for him... by being God's caring presence for him in his times of trouble, even though he wouldn't recognize that caring space as God's own.
One of my favorite things about Jesus is that he provided a space for those who had none. He drew into his circle those that the rest of the world had put out with the trash. He did so even when it endangered his reputation, his comfort and safety, and even his life. And Jesus continues to do so, continues to save a place for each one of us: a place where we can hang with God... both in this life and in the life to come. And we act as Jesus' open arms and listening ears whenever we give a lost soul some place to belong.
Oh, and by the way, By the Way is coming closer to finding that space and time we might create... for being with God in worship and prayer. Please join the conversation about what you see as the need in our area, for people all along the spectrum of faith or unfaith to give one another a place to be.
~ Kari Henkelmann Keyl ~
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