Monthly Archives: July 2018

Fragments

“When they were satisfied, Jesus told the disciples, ‘Gather up the fragments left over, so that nothing may be lost.'”  – John 6:12  NRSV

Communion Bread

Communion Bread – Before Worship.  Photo: TLClark.

 

Five loaves and two fish.  About five thousand ate as much as they wanted.  All four gospel accounts* agree there were twelve baskets full of left-overs.

But only in the Gospel according to John does Jesus direct the disciples to gather the fragments so none will be lost.

 

Fragments.  The parts we call left over.  Extra bits we try to hide.  Pieces we are tempted to toss out.  “Gather them up,” Jesus says.  Gather up the all the parts of your life that make you you.  Not just the happy, pleasing, joyful fragments.  Gather up the broken, the hurting, the fragile.  Not to discard or to be rid of.  But to let Jesus mend or heal or restore or purify.  Jesus wants all of it.  Jesus wants all of you.  For you are valued more than you can imagine – at least 12 times more!

So none will be lost.  No one.  Not you.  Not me.  Not friend, family, neighbor, stranger, enemy.  Jesus intends that not a single, solitary soul be lost.

“I have other sheep that do not belong to this fold. I must bring them also, and they will listen to my voice. …”  – John 10:16 NRSV

Jesus has more than one fold!  Jesus’ followers are not all alike.  Some call on Jesus by another name.  God’s people come in an amazing array of endless variety.  Look at the crowd on the hillside:  5000 people who were each there for their own reasons.  Sinners and saints, skeptics and believers.  ALL were fed.  None are to be lost.

*The Feeding of the Five Thousand is the only miracle story told by all four gospel writers.  See Matthew 14:31-21; Mark 6:33-44; Luke 9:10-17; and John 6:1-14.

Think on These Things

“Finally, beloved, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is pleasing, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence and if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.”   – Philippians 4:8 NRSV

It’s been one of those weeks – months actually – where all the news is bad or sad,  discouraging or disheartening.  Probably not all the news, but it has felt that way.  I could make an extensive list.  But I won’t.  Some stories are widely known.  Some are not mine to tell.

As central Iowans dealt with flash floods three weeks ago and tornadoes three days ago, the wisdom of Mister Rogers ran through my mind:  “Look for the helpers.”  Notice the neighbors, the friends, and the strangers who show up to lend a hand hauling debris, who bring food and water, who share tears and prayers.  Agents of God’s steadfast love and mercy (whether they know it or not), they are out there everywhere.

Awake in the night, lamenting over the messiness and brokenness in the ordinary lives of people I know and love, the words of Philippians floated through my mind:  “whatsoever things are true … pure … honest … just … lovely … of good report … think on these things” (the King James Version memorized in my childhood).  “Take account of these” a footnote in the New Revised Standard Version reads.  (Compare different English translations here: Phil. 4:8.)

Holy One, when the news seems all bad all the time, help me look for the helpers.  Help me focus on you and your word.  Amen.

 

Blog School Days 4-7

Day 4:  Identify Your Audience

Help, please!

Day 5:  Love Your Theme

The “theme” is the basic look of the blog/website.  WordPress has hundreds to choose from – different fonts for text, different layouts for pictures, more different options than I can wrap my head around.  I’ve spent time trying out different themes.  And have settled back on the one I chose when I started.  Maybe I’m just boring.

Day 6:  Make an irresistible “About” Page

Somewhere along the way of playing with themes, I managed to lose my “About” page.  While poking around for this assignment I found it, restored it, and edited it.  It’s still not irresistible.  Maybe I’ll come back to it sooner rather than later.

Day 7:  Add a Custom Header Image

I changed my header image just a few hours before getting the assignment!  I think it’s set up to randomly display a series of photos I took at Missouri Botanical Gardens five or more years ago.  But I have no idea how often the image will change – assuming it does change.  At any rate you’ll see a portion of a flower!

Where God Lives

“You are awesome, O God, in Your holy places.”  – Psalm 68:36 JPS

Sitting on the chancel steps with the children, I asked them about where they live – in a house or an apartment or somewhere else?  There were a few giggles; Gracie, age 3, told me she lives in her house with her brother and mom and dad.  Her grandparents live on a farm in a house – not in the barn.

We noted some people live in tents and some don’t have homes.  We talked about how Joppa builds Tiny Homes for the homeless.  (The kids at Ankeny UCC take up a weekly coin collection during the offertory; in July this year it is designated for Joppa.)

We named places where some of God’s other creatures live:  nests (birds), hives (bees), dens (bears), shells (snails).  One child pointed out that rabbits just dig a hole in the ground.

Then I wondered where God lives.  “In heaven” was the first quick reply.  “Up in the clouds” was the next answer.  A third child just gave me a puzzled look.  Gracie whispered “in my heart.”

Jesus lives with us, in our hearts.  That means God is with us wherever we are.  And wherever we are, we are with God.

Mom Doc

Thinking of you.

Smart.  Kind.  Compassionate.

Loving your patients through their pregnancies.

Welcoming every newborn with tears of your own.

Wanting what is best for mom and baby.

Willing to work – and always working – to sharpen your skills.

Praying for you.

Courage.  Wisdom.  Strength.

May your answers bring healing.

Third Assignment

The assignment on day 3 of Blogging University is to “Visit the Neighbors.”  In other words, I am supposed to go snooping around the blogosphere to find a blogger (or five) to follow.

Finding a new – at least new to you – blog is a simple search.  Simple, that it, if you can figure out what keyword to use.  There are more possibilities than the day is long: faith, Christianity, religion, mathematics, clergywomen, quilting.  More entries show up than you can imagine.  And before you know it you’ve wasted an hour or found a new source of inspiration.

Blog School Day 2: Title and Tagline

The second assignment at Blogging University is to “update your title and tagline.”

Seriously?  I worked really hard four years* ago to come up with the title Another LQQK.  What I know now that I didn’t know then is that the Title of the blog does not have to be the same as the blog’s web address.  It might have been better to use my name for the web address.  In the spirit of the doing the assignment I changed the title to Another LQQK by Rev. TLC.

The QQ instead of an OO in the title is because someone else had already claimed the “another look” website with “look” spelled properly.  And two capital q’s sort of look like eyes.  It doesn’t look as neat in lower case:  another lqqk.  But I like it.  If you want to know something about the meaning of the title, go to my Home (previously About) page.

The tagline used to be “Taking time to look again.”  I’ve changed it (see the words below the Title at the top of the page) per the assignment.  Clearly taglines are not my forte.  What would you suggest?

*Yes, it was four years ago that I first thought about blogging.  But I got distracted.  First by a very part time pastor gig to go with the very part time tutoring I had been doing.  Then I became an Interim Pastor.  

Back to School: Day 1

I’ve signed up for Blogging University.  It’s online.  It’s free.  And it’s got daily assignments for 14 days.  First up:  a “who I am and why I’m here” post, with questions to get me started.

  • Why are you blogging publicly instead of keeping a diary?
    • Accountability.  My husband has been encouraging me to write for years.  My dad thinks I should be writing stories about my work.  A friend/mentor has encouraged me to write daily.  If I don’t do it publicly I probably won’t get around to doing it regularly.
  • What topics do you think you’ll write about?
    • Faith.  I am a Christian striving to live faithfully with kindness and compassion in the 21st century.  I am glad to learn from people of other faith traditions and trust there is more than one way to the Divine.
    • Bible.  I am an ordained minister in the United Church of Christ with a strong commitment to reading scripture seriously but not literally.
    • Nature.  Observations from my (nearly) daily walk.
    • Quilting.  Thoughts on cutting up fabric to create something new.
    • Books?  Maybe.  I’ve been an avid reader since childhood.
  • Who would you love to connect with via your blog?
    • Wonderers and wanderers, seekers and doubters, creators and questioners, and everyday nature watchers.
  • If you blog successfully throughout the next year, what do you hope to accomplish?
    • Hmmmm….I’ll have to think about that.

My parents, siblings, extended family and all who knew me before I married call me Teri.  My nephews and nieces call me Aunt Teri.  Since 1994 colleagues, classmates, and new friends call me Teressa.   Parishioners have called me all kinds of things but children tend to call me Pastor T.

“On Your Left”

Over the din of traffic on 36th St., I heard, “On your left.”  Instinctively, I stepped to the right.

When I heard “on your left” a few days ago I started to the left then quickly went right, laughing at myself.  Which is left?  Where do I go?

If you ride or walk on the bike trails in central Iowa you know “on your left” is both good manners and a bit of a warning.  It means “I’m behind you and will pass on your left.”  It could also mean “watch out, here I come.”

Last week it was a preschooler, prompted by his mom.  “On your left,” he hollered from quite a ways back.  “You should wait until you’re a little closer,” his mom called out to him.  I turned to see how far back they were and smiled.  The little boy was pedaling mightily until he got close.  I said “thank you” as he rode by a little close for my comfort – after all it’s hard to pedal, steer straight, and look at the woman walking to your right.

It was teenager this morning.  Probably not quite old enough to drive, making her way wherever she was going via bicycle.  “Thank-you,” I smiled as she rode by on my left.  Still pedaling forward, she looked back with a blessing, “have a great rest of your day!”

I will.  And hope you do too.