tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72538701306948171552024-03-12T16:53:18.432-07:00Melissa's moment of museMuse (noun): an instant or period of reflection.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02840450532603633097noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253870130694817155.post-19011322671060257572013-12-03T13:11:00.000-08:002013-12-03T13:11:03.649-08:00Merging Traffic<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">About fifteen years ago, I
realized the break down of society was in the fact that many don’t know how to
merge in traffic. This is an abstract statement representing the fact that we
no longer know how to live in community. Obviously, this is a generalization. I
am sure you know how to live in community. I am sure I always hit it on the
bull’s eye when it comes to living among the human race. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Okay, I don’t always get it right
and in case you didn’t smell the sarcasm, let me be the first to break it to
you. You don’t get it right all the time either. And at the risk of sounding
really old, I think our ability to live in community is getting weaker. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">It does not even take an hour of
reading the paper (scanning the internet) to realize how broken we are at living
in the same space. We can point to commercialism, guns, social media or even
the church as the guilty parties in this breakdown. And possibly they are all
correct. However, I think we have forgotten how to let another person in line
in front of us. I think it starts there and then it grows to become something
that just is down right scary. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">The internet tells me of a
shooting on the floor of a hospital where I have spent a few nights. Someone is
trampled at Walmart over a sale item. I know this gives ammunition to have
tighter regulations on guns and to cancel Black Friday (Thursday). I am not
arguing for or against those recommendations. I am pleading the case that it is
bigger than those culprits. The net needs to be a little wider if we really
want to make this world a better place. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Do I know what the net is or the
fix-all or the answer? I wish. Because if I did, I would write a book, be on
Ellen and become some guru that only goes by my first name and living in
isolation. After a few years I would realize the irony of understanding the key
to living in community and living in isolation and probably write another book.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">In all seriousness, possibly the
book has already been written. There are some wise words in Scripture that
refer to merging in traffic…I mean living in community. However, a lot of those
words have to do with looking out for others instead of ourselves. And most of
us are not sure that is a line we want to buy into long term. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">But what would it look like if
everyone thought and acted on that concept first?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">I think traffic might go a little
smoother. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">There have been quite a few early morning surgeries I have
set my alarm and met a member of our congregation at the hospital to have
prayer over.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If you are having an early
surgery (or even a late one) and are a member of Campbell you usually get me.
Please know what an honor it is to be able to step before God on your behalf.
Also know that every time I get back in my car to drive to the office I realize
I am going back to my routine, but those I prayed over are not. Their life has
experienced a change. No matter how small or how serious the reason for the
surgery, their lives are thrown a curve. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">My alarm is set and I will pray for a Campbell member
tomorrow. However, I will not get back in my car and drive to the office. I
will take a seat in the waiting room while my mom gives cancer its first punch.
Or in her case a right and left double punch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I will admit that this has been a difficult place to set. I am a pastor,
but I am also a daughter. I could spend a hundred paragraphs attempting to explain
who this woman I will pray for tomorrow is to me. However, it would come up
empty. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">There is a lot I am learning from this experience and I am
guessing that God has a few more lessons in store. First and foremost is that I
believe everything I pray in those hospital rooms for others, I also believe
for my mom. God is God and God is good even when the situation is not. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Second, sometimes people don’t know what to say so they don’t
say anything. That is not good. I promise from now on that if I am aware of
something in your life, you are going to receive a word from me or the least a
pat on the back or a brush of your hand. This is really important for pastors
to hear. It may not be our comfort zone, but in that moment we are seen as God’s
agent and God wouldn’t ignore the situation. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Third, we don’t have a clue what the story is going to be, don’t
attempt to write it for the person. Maybe you have been through something similar,
the best words are “I have am here” not a rundown of the details of the
situation. In other words and in reference to my second lesson, fewer words are
often the best. I am sorry to anyone that I have spoken more words than were
God given in your moment.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Fourth, for all the diet cokes I have taken people in
waiting rooms…yea, those will continue. No one really knows what to say or do,
so do what you know. For me, it is diet cokes and prayer. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I don’t know what the next chapter holds for my family, but
I do know that God is making me a better daughter and a better pastor through
it all. And so tomorrow I will get up and do what I have done a hundred times
in ministry, call upon God to carry us through. </span></div>
Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02840450532603633097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253870130694817155.post-76577089232755670152013-08-15T12:00:00.000-07:002013-08-15T12:00:14.084-07:0045 Life LessonsI have been thinking about birthdays a lot lately. Not quite sure why, but I am feeling the need to mark the upcoming day with something besides scheduling a birthday lunch. So, I am following the trend from bloggers I read and coming up with 45 (to represent the upcoming year) Life Lessons.<br />
Some of these come from journal entries written 25+ years ago, other bloggers and one comes from a recent Costco trip.<br />
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1. Life is to be unwrapped slowly, be sure to cherish even the smallest moments. 1/18/1986<br />
2. Each day someone's life may be changed because you are in it. 12/7/1986<br />
3. Someday something big is going to happen to you and you will want to be around when it does. (1986)<br />
4. We can all exist, it is the living part that takes some effort. 2/2/1988<br />
5. No reason to have a pity party if you cannot get a good caterer. 1988<br />
6. Crap happens, but my Lord carries a pooper scooper 3/27/1989 (give me a break, I was in college).<br />
7. No matter how much family and friends harass you, take pictures of all the moments, especially the simplest ones (and your food).<br />
8. Don't underestimate the power of comfort food.<br />
9. Strive to write a good story with your life. Borrowed from Donald Miller<br />
10. Do something completely pointless every once in awhile, especially if it makes you laugh.<br />
11. Worry less about what people think and more about making a difference in someone's life.<br />
12. There will be people in your life that probably shouldn't be. Quit giving them a lead role in your storyline.<br />
13. Those that started this journey with you - family, are always worthy of forgiveness when they request it.<br />
14. Have a pet, treat it well.<br />
15. Being "there" for someone is always more important than the need to complete a task.<br />
16. Laugh really hard as much as possible. If you have people that make you laugh that hard, keep them in your life.<br />
17. Be the kind of person babies and dogs trust.<br />
18. Meaning in life always beats out success as a goal.<br />
19. Realize you are not always going to get it right. Accept that fact so you can apologize when needed.<br />
20. Be a better person today than you were yesterday...every day.<br />
21. Allow someone to speak honestly into your life and let them speak on a regular basis.<br />
22. Get a passport, just in case.<br />
23. Always say yes to adventure even if it scares you speechless.<br />
24. Take opportunities to be kind at random moments for random reasons.<br />
25. Budget money and time so you have a little extra of both to be impulsive with both every once in awhile.<br />
26. Journal.<br />
27. If you have a choice between right and popular, always choose right especially when it is hard.<br />
28. Don't be afraid to be the first person to reach out. Even if you are rejected, you were brave and that is great.<br />
29. Make your grandmother's orange rolls...or angel food cake...or whatever tradition your family holds.<br />
30. Don't let your past fears define your future experiences.<br />
31. Leave a job with your employer willing to hire you back in a second.<br />
32. Sometime in your life visit a third world country.<br />
33. Hold the door open for people coming behind you (literally and metaphorically).<br />
34. Recycle.<br />
35. Avoid "hand wash only" clothes.<br />
36. Take care of your teeth.<br />
37. If you have a choice between pouring into a job or pouring into a person, always pour into a person.<br />
38. Every once in awhile unplug from technology.<br />
39. We are not meant to be perfect, just real.<br />
40. Count blessings before disappointments. Borrowed from Ann Voskamp.<br />
41. Life is uncertain, however God is certain.<br />
42. Don't "throw others under the bus" to save yourself.<br />
43. Never turn down an opportunity to laugh with family or friends, especially if you think you are too busy. <br />
44. Authenticity is not easy, but in the end being honest is always better.<br />
45. Be the kind of person that no one is surprised by your life lesson list.<br />
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<br />Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02840450532603633097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253870130694817155.post-21063237619078597112013-06-02T19:33:00.001-07:002013-06-02T19:33:55.970-07:00Peanut Butter and People
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When I prepared to travel to Nicaragua recently I stressed
out a little over peanut butter. I was not checking any luggage, which meant I
needed to pack my clothes and lunch food for the four-day trip in my carry on.
This is a challenge I happily accepted. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I gathered food that would not melt and would give protein to
sustain me. However, as I packed my roller suitcase for the third time I
started to question my choice of peanut butter. I read the TSA requirements
online and realized that this could be considered a liquid. OH NO! All of a
sudden my stress was not about scorpions or mosquitoes in this third world
country, it was all about how I could be stopped in security and my peanut
butter would be pulled. The rule follower in me comes out at the weirdest times
and can consume my thoughts. I packed and repacked those peanut butter packets
a half a dozen times. The whole time knowing I don’t even really like peanut
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On Saturday, I will be ordained an elder in the United
Methodist Church. The service will be moving and sacred. However, all I can
think about is…will I have too many people on stage with me? What is the rule?
All of a sudden I cannot remember any of the dozen other ordination services I
have ever attended. The rule follower in me is screaming out in terror at the
possibility I may exceed some limit. How do you sum up twenty-three years of
ministry? Whose role in my life was so pivotal that they are allowed a walk up
the stairs? </div>
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The pastor I grew up with was a minister to my family when
my mother died and later officiated when my father married Alice. I learned how
to pray listening to the Associate pray on Sunday mornings. If we are going to
be honest, many people from Wesley UMC filled my life with words of
encouragement. One of my bosses as I hid out in Kansas City reminded me of the
strengths of the United Methodist Church, allowing healing to happen and later
recommended I go for a Masters of Divinity. Then after running from church, a
Springfield pastor took a chance and asked me to consider ministry once again. Later
he would recommend me as the first woman pastor at a community serve. Let’s go ahead and bring up those families from the church formerly
known as Dale Street UMC. Doing ministry with a crazy couple reminded
me how fun it is to serve God. Many paved the way to Campbell UMC, who I now
consider dear friends. Where the co-pastors gave me more responsibility and
experience in ministry than was probably smart on their part. There are the
parents of youth that worked and served alongside me and became friends as they
let me into the lives of their children. The interns that worked with me and
trusted that I might know something about youth ministry, even on days when I
probably didn’t. When I stepped out in faith and started seminary, God used
many to make that journey possible, financially and physically. Then there were
the Staff Parrish committees that when change was in the air, had confidence in
me that I did not have in myself. Many people had leadership roles that led to
a meeting at China Star where the next chapter was started. When the door
opened for being Associate Pastor, I wasn’t sure I could pull it off. However,
the “president of my fan club” told me I could every time she saw me. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My family, who know me better than any
other, knew I could do this and told me so. Friends along the path who held me
accountable, mentored and listened as I worked through the struggles. Many of
the hundreds of people who have poured into my life are captured in pictures
around my office reminding me of how they made me who I am. </div>
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Each of these people led me to Saturday. I guess when it
comes right down to it, four people on stage with me might break a rule that I
don’t know exists, but it is better than the four hundred that should be with
me. So Missouri Conference Board of Ordained Ministry, you can thank me later
for not asking them all to lay hands on me. </div>
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And by the way, the peanut butter slipped right on through
security. </div>
<!--EndFragment-->Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02840450532603633097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253870130694817155.post-33794626601879235822012-12-17T11:34:00.000-08:002012-12-17T11:39:23.067-08:00Muffled ThoughtsJust a few weeks before Christmas, every year at Campbell UMC we celebrate Advent with the Children's Nativity Parade. So 350-something days ago we scheduled for children to dress up like barn animals, shepherds, Mary, Joseph and wise men to stand in front of the church. Last Christmas, our youth director announced to the staff his son's upcoming birth by claiming a treasured spot as Jesus in the parade. It is a powerful event every year.<br />
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This past Sunday's Nativity Parade was no different - cameras flashed, smiles abound and tears fell. I doubt if anyone in the room could avoid thinking about a small community in Connecticut and the children must have sensed our need for hope. The barn animals struggled to keep their ears atop their heads, but had no problem teaching us a few lessons.<br />
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The donkeys took their spot on the step as if their parents had threatened them to be camera ready. However when Mary and Joseph made their way down the aisle, the three year old dressed in a brown tunic holding his ears knew he needed to scoot over to make room for couple and their baby. I wish I remembered that in the midst of this crazy season. </div>
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The sixth grader who, I am sure was wrangled into filling the spot as Joseph at the first service somehow knew to bring into his arms the two year old cow heading in the wrong direction. Do I gracefully bring into my arms those who need a slight redirection?</div>
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What about the lesson from the four year old angel who could not keep her eyes off baby Jesus even with all the distractions around her? <br />
Then you have the second grader who wanted to be sure you saw his star even though that group was pushed to the back row? </div>
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In some ways it was harder emotionally this year to experience this tradition. However and possibly even more important for me, it was healing to know that the story stills needs to be told and who better to share it than the children that seem to understand it the best. </div>
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Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02840450532603633097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253870130694817155.post-129305629827008442012-09-29T17:59:00.000-07:002012-09-29T17:59:52.698-07:00Drinking From the Same 'Ole Well<br />
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I just got home from attending a Women's Conference at a local church. </div>
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The church's sign does not mention the denomination I serve. </div>
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I did not hear any speakers that would be familiar with John Wesley's Aldersgate experience. </div>
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In other words, the conference was not United Methodist. However this is the fifth year in a row I have attended and there were a half a dozen women from our congregation setting with me. And I am registered to go next year...along with many of those same women. </div>
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My main purpose or at least the one I give to rationalize my attendance is to "steal" ideas for our women's event in January. We have molded our event after their conference in many ways, while keeping our own flavor. </div>
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I know from good authority that this is one reason they have the event. So, the reason is all and good. Yet, at the same time we gained good ideas for "Simple Life 2013", I was fed spiritually. </div>
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Shhhh, don't tell anyone that I could actually be fed at THAT church and still be in love with an open communion table. </div>
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I heard the word of God spoken through the power of the Holy Spirit. I raised my voice and heard God through the music. </div>
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They do ministry well and the speakers spoke of God's love.</div>
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Did I agree theologically or doctrinally with everything spoken in those walls during the 48 hours of the event? No. And that is my point. </div>
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I went to a UM event a couple weeks ago and heard a pastor complaining because the speaker "probably" had a differing opinion about something than they did. They could not believe that the coordinators and leaders would bring in THAT KIND of speaker. </div>
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I had to leave the table before my mouth opened and something fell out.</div>
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Come on, people. </div>
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If we only drink from the well that we built are we really drinking the living water?</div>
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If you only read books that confirm what you already believe, why read the book?</div>
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If you only listen to speakers that have the same theological or doctrinal understanding as you, are you not limiting what God may have in store for you to hear?</div>
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I grow and learn because the Holy Spirit is moving, not because the church's, the speaker's or the author's articles of faith match my articles of faith. </div>
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Don't get me wrong, I cringe a little when something is said that may go against what I believe...and then I move on and usually am encouraged by the very next statement. </div>
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The reality is I am confident enough in how God is moving in me to not fear someone's differing view getting in the way of the Spirit moving overall. </div>
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Yes, I have been known to actually start to re-think my own views when I hear a differing view. God has been a part of all the processing. At this point in my life, I have never been brainwashed to believe something against my will (or God's will). </div>
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I think it is healthy for people to drink from other wells and I want to be the first in line. </div>
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No one has a exclusive market on God's annointed word.</div>
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When was the last time you allowed God to use something outside your doctrinal comfort zone by drinking from a different well? </div>
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Don't make me start quoting Scripture of God using wells in the OT to push people out of their comfort zones. </div>
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God annoints who God annoints and guess what? The person God is using may not have the exact beliefs as you do.</div>
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Get over yourself and listen. </div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">I am praying for each family of those that were
killed in Aurora, CO, each person that was injured, everyone that was in the
theater that evening and the shooter’s family. Even more I am praying for all
of us. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">With the following statements, I know I am showing
my age. I get that I have passed over the line where I now sound like my
mother. I don't know if the timing is right to express these thoughts. Yet, I am still going to type my thoughts because I cannot seem to contain the words any longer. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">I understand the need after a horrific tragedy to
crave laws limiting guns. However, can we really take guns out of the public’s
hands and still put them in actor’s hands on the big screen. Do we really
believe that children who have been raised on Mortal Kombat and Grand Theft
Auto are also being taught to process the difference from video to real life?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">We live in a broken world; I make that statement way
too many times a day. So, an understandable response might be – yea, we know,
Melissa. However, do we know we broke the world? With each drop of violence on
television, movies, video games we also continue to crack our society a little
more. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Please don’t misunderstand me. I do not own a gun; I
don’t have a dog in that fight (haven’t decided if I want you to excuse my pun
or not). <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I believe Charles Heston
made a better Moses than NRA spokesman. I get that more restrictions may help
avoid gun related murders. I am not attempting to divert attention from the
fact that guns were used to kill people in the theater. I just don’t think it
is that simple. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">I think we have disregarded mental illness for too
long. And I pray that we continue the conversations needed to understand how to
prevent these kinds of events in the future. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">I think we need to realize we cannot fill our heads
and hearts with violence through media and not expect it to have consequences that are not
pretty. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">I think we have lost something when a 3 month old is
at a midnight showing instead of home. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(Now I know I sound like my mother). Are we helping parents,
especially new parents understand how priorities change when a new life comes
into theirs? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">I think we have also lost something that as I typed
the above paragraph I was a little worried (not enough to stop me) that I
called out a situation in the midst of grief. We should be able to express when
we think something was illogical without facing our own firing squad of the “you’re
okay, I’m okay” world (yes, I am a child or the 70s). Sometimes decisions are not smart. Are we allowed to bring wisdom into each other's lives? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">I do know we need God. With each crack of hate and
evil, I believe that even more. Someday I hope we will quit bantering back and
forth about whose fault things are and understand we all need healing that is
only possible through Christ.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">On my recent
cruise I learned the captain is not allowed under maritime law to dock the
ship. I found that rather strange. As a matter of fact, I didn’t believe the
information at first, possibly because I heard it originally from my brother. Yet,
I did some research and found that it is true; a pilot is brought on the ship
to advise the crew on conditions of the waterway. Because maneuvering the boat
through the most difficult areas is the highest risk, someone with special
skills and knowledge of the local waterway is needed. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">Pilots
are expert ship handlers who possess this knowledge. They are responsible under
the law and maritime custom for conducting the safe navigation of the vessel,
even though legally the captain is still responsible for the ship. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">I had this new
knowledge in my head as I read the Facebook discussion about the end of the
United Methodist General Conference. This annual meeting of the denomination
ended as it often does in people’s hearts every four year; without much change
made. I need to admit my frustration with reading statements of despair over
the fact General Conference had not made the changes this person or that person
desired. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">I don’t believe
disciples are made for the transformation of the world on the floor of this
conference. My apologies if this opinion offends anyone. I appreciate the
process and am committed to following my denominations expectations. However,
inside of the nursing home room this morning, the daughter preparing to say
goodbye to her mother doesn’t care what was decided in Tampa last month. As our
youth gathered last night to talk about their upcoming mission trip to Memphis,
I don’t think anyone brought up the debates from the Tampa Conference Center.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">The waterways that I
maneuver as a pastor are often tricky, yet I like to think that I am
knowledgeable of the waters. Or at least I am aware of the some dangerous areas
or where it is congested on this path of faith for this particular group of
disciples. I have been given the authority by the United Methodist Church to
guide this vessel within this specific place and it is these waters that lives
are changed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">Don’t get me wrong, I
have the UM Book of Discipline on my shelf right above my computer. I actually
have Book of Disciplines back to 1880, but that is for another blog. I get that
the “captain” is still legally responsible for the ship. I believe that this
gathering of pastor and laity representatives is important and represents the
structure of the United Methodist denomination. I know the discussions that
took place on the floor of the conference and in the hallways were sometimes
difficult but needed. Our denomination is facing change. Do not be mistaken
that just because decisions for the change some wanted were not officially made
by May 4<sup>th</sup>, that the waters were left unchanged. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">I’m just sayin’ - when
it comes to guiding the ship in the midst of these crazy waters, it comes down
to the pastor. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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I am a United Methodist pastor(I know I have said that before). However, I have not spent the last two weeks watching, listening or reading about the happenings in Tampa, FL at General Conference 2012-the UM's version of Congress. I have heard about rulings on some amendments (and expressed my opinions on some). I even watched a little debate one morning for about a half an hour.
This is the first General Conference I have experienced as an appointed UM clergy. I respect the process and respect my fellow clergy who watch every moment. Yet, this is for some of you and for my laity friends who are UM nerds.
Our mission statement does not read "make disciples for the transformation of the world through General Conference". The Conference closes, the 2012 Book of Discipline will go on sale, I will buy it and then I will probably make a hospital visit or maybe officiate a wedding or funeral.
My point is, maybe a vote did not go the way you desired. I am sorry for the brokeness you may feel.
Yet, the world is transformed for God's sake by us living out our calling to serve God each and every day. My opinion on issues are often changed through people sharing their hearts with me. By living our lives together, having our hearts break for what breaks God's heart and reaching out we begin to understand each other.
Do you want to transform the world (whatever that may mean), then seek God, remember you are forgiven through Christ, know you are empowered by the Holy Spirit and love another.
The world is transformed for God's sake not just on the floor of General Conference but through disciples who want to make a difference in the world in the name of Christ.
So, turn off your computer, step away and go serve someone. It just might change the world.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02840450532603633097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253870130694817155.post-57066535284021459262012-04-26T14:15:00.000-07:002012-04-26T14:15:54.916-07:00Too much in my head!I have been rather quiet on the blog front lately. However I have not been so quiet in the hallway outside my office. It seems that the status of my blog says nothing about how much my heart and mind have been processing lately. Anyone in the vicinity of my office gets to hear my rants and raves about so many different things, I thought why not put some into a blog.<br />
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I am a United Methodist and I am proud of a denomination that speaks about grace. I still believe there is something about an empty tomb that should take us to our knees while at the same time inspiring us to reach out to another. I don't like labels and to be honest, I don't like people who use them. If you want to call yourself a liberal, evangelical or a gooberhead, knock yourself out. However, please don't bash some group you have labeled because they happen not to completely agree with you using the Bible or God.<br />
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Yes, I am a pastor of a denomination that currently is not growing. I am of the opinion at the moment that it is not because we stand or don't stand in a particular camp on an issue. I think it is because we forgot that we are a denomination that loves the idea of grace and believes that there is something about an empty tomb that should take us to our knees while inspiring us to make a difference in someone else's life. In case you are into labels, in the purest sense - that would be evangelical (the empty tomb part) and a liberal or progressive (the reaching out to another part) coming together. Currently, we are just tossing out Scripture as if it is a sword for defense.<br />
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The United Methodists are gathered for their General Conference in Tampa, Florida right now. There will be many discussions (and other displays of opinion) about issues. I am the recipient of some of those discussions through the years. If people had not decided that women should be ordained in the United Methodist Church, I would not have the opportunities that I have before me today. So, I do not believe we should be silent on issues. However, I do believe that when the issue or agenda becomes bigger than the reason for the issue or agenda, we have a problem, Houston (or Tampa).<br />
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We are wasting a lot of time arguing about who is right and who is wrong. We spend emotional energy and too much Facebook, twitter and other communication space saying why someone else is stupid for believing what they believe. Judging another person for being judgmental doesn't seem to make sense to me. Our hearts should break, not only for the cause we are fighting but for one who disagrees with us. When that happens we find ourselves loving like Christ and the fight becomes a discussion for the kingdom.<br />
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I believe in a God that knows each of us intimately, loves us passionately and sent Jesus to reconcile the broken relationship between creation and creator. I believe that because of that gift I am called and drawn to embrace and serve others, even those that don't look, think or act like me. On some days I do that well, other days I really stink at it. Yet each day I am loved by God and forgiven through Christ's sacrifice and empowered by the Holy Spirit. <br />
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We are not going to agree on what that means, but when we forget that is the reason for the discussion, we have forgotten what matters.<br />
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<br />Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02840450532603633097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253870130694817155.post-61604845584721479292011-12-05T12:44:00.000-08:002011-12-05T12:45:24.770-08:00Approach with Boldness<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:documentproperties> <o:template>Normal.dotm</o:Template> <o:revision>0</o:Revision> <o:totaltime>0</o:TotalTime> <o:pages>1</o:Pages> <o:words>343</o:Words> <o:characters>1956</o:Characters> <o:company>Campbell United Methodist Church</o:Company> <o:lines>16</o:Lines> <o:paragraphs>3</o:Paragraphs> <o:characterswithspaces>2402</o:CharactersWithSpaces> <o:version>12.0</o:Version> </o:DocumentProperties> <o:officedocumentsettings> <o:allowpng/> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:trackmoves>false</w:TrackMoves> <w:trackformatting/> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:drawinggridhorizontalspacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing> <w:drawinggridverticalspacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing> <w:displayhorizontaldrawinggridevery>0</w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery> <w:displayverticaldrawinggridevery>0</w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> <w:dontautofitconstrainedtables/> <w:dontvertalignintxbx/> </w:Compatibility> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="276"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--> <!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} </style> <![endif]--> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family: Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:"Lucida Grande"">This morning one of our children in the church approached our lead pastor with a question. The little guy needed to be at children's musical practice and our lead pastor's wife happens to be the director of our children's choir. So he asked Andy where his wife was (actually due to some confusion he asked where his mom was...but Andy knew who he was looking for). Now this does not seem that unusual because our lead pastor happens to be very kid approachable. It is not a big deal for a child to walk up to Andy with a question of any sort. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family: Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:"Lucida Grande"">How this particular exchange stands out has more to do with timing. Andy was wrapping up his sermon and happened to be behind the pulpit in the front of the Sanctuary at the time of the question. The little guy just came through the back door walked down the aisle straight up to Andy and inquired on the whereabouts of the children's music director. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family: Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:"Lucida Grande"">There are so many things to say about this moment. Not the least of them being that Andy had just finished a sermon about our expectations and how this Advent we need to have our routine/tradition shaken. There also is the pure joy that in our congregation a child feels free enough to enter the Sanctuary and find out what he needs to know. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:"Lucida Grande"">For me, this moment captures all of those points plus so much more. Yet, this afternoon what I happen to be processing is how completely un-bold I am in approaching my God. What about you? How many times are we limited by what those around us may think as we approach God? What about the thought some people have, "God has a lot of other things, more important things than what I have to ask"? Instead of just going to the one that we know will be able to help us, we waste a lot of time asking others. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:"Lucida Grande"">When the child came up to Andy, all I could think was how cute he was and how great the exchange was. Why, because I like this kid. I like his family. He makes me smile. He was born and has grown up in this church. Now if I can love this exchange because of my thoughts about this kid, how much more does God desire us to approach the throne? God loves us intimately and unconditionally. There is nothing that would make God look at us and think “Get outta here”. Yet, how timid I am in my approach before God. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:"Lucida Grande"">May I learn from a child (surprise, surprise) and approach my God with a boldness and uninhibited with my request. </span><span style="font-family:Arial"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <!--EndFragment-->Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02840450532603633097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253870130694817155.post-47230324735528900362010-10-28T04:43:00.000-07:002010-10-28T05:35:23.355-07:00fifteen minutesI pulled into the parking lot at 6:18 and was back in my car and pulling out at 6:32. Fifteen minutes of my time for the day was spent in the surgery admission area of the hospital this morning. I will spend more time digging through the pile on my desk today. I will spend three times that amount filling out budget forms. What does this fifteen minutes mean?<div><br /> <div>I spent a few minutes of my day in a vulnerable part of this family's day. They are stepping into fear, loss of control, and so many other emotions. Yet, for this moment in time, we stand in a circle and these people allow me into their lives. I get to speak to God on their behalf at this tender time. Many prayers have and will be lifted by each family member over the reason we stand in this waiting room. And I have the privilege of joining the chorus of voices. </div><div><br /></div><div>This is what it means to be a pastor. It is not easy, it is sometimes uncomfortable and it definitely is not fun. However, sometimes it is the most important thing I will do with my day. Fifteen minutes before the sun has even appeared on the horizon. </div><div><br /></div><div>My emotions call me to wish this moment away. For this family to not have to take that yellow card and check in at the desk in the middle of the room. Part of me desires to be able to pray away all the anxiety and be able to tell them "it is going to be fine". Yet, the truth is, I don't know what lies ahead. I don't even know what lied behind. I know this moment. I know God is in this moment. I know whatever is to come, God is there. For a moment I get to speak this truth into a life. </div><div>This is what it means to be a pastor. </div><div><br /></div><div>I have no answers. I don't even really know the questions. I can crack a joke and we will laugh through the tears that fill some of our eyes. They will politely ask me questions about my life and I will answer. What does this fifteen minutes mean?</div><div>It means I get to be a pastor.</div><div><br /></div><div>I may not get all the words right and it may be awkward at times. The family has a long day ahead of them in this building as I get to start my car and drive away. However, God is there and for that moment I get to be a part of it. </div><div>At least for fifteen minutes. </div></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02840450532603633097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253870130694817155.post-55912105586689912332010-10-17T15:09:00.000-07:002010-10-17T18:05:53.096-07:00still processingIt has almost been 3 weeks since my airplane landed in St. Louis and I returned from my 8 days in Haiti. I wish I could process the experience enough to make sense of everything I saw, smelled and heard. However, I am still sorting through the pictures in my camera and the memories in my mind. <div>My family never talked much about social justice or the government's role in welfare. My mom just one day said, "we do not need more stuff and there are families in Springfield that do not have. So, we are going to give to others". I don't know if I have ever heard my mother talk about how the system is broken, I just have watched her give to those without. So, in turn that is all I know. I don't do well in a discussion about what causes poverty, I just want to do something to change a life. I may not always get it right, but my heart still strives to figure it out. </div><div>Don't get me wrong. I believe those discussions about how to fix the system is necessary and I am thankful for those that engage in the conversation. </div><div>However, when it comes to Haiti the conversation is overwhelming and the discussions could be endless. Answers would be difficult to find, if not impossible. </div><div>The election for President of Haiti is just around the corner. Is there a political answer to the brokenness I saw? I don't know. But somehow I think that Betsy, who carries water from the well to the shower/bathroom area in rural Mellier probably isn't going to vote. </div><div>It is about water that is not fit to drink, homes that are still in rubble and the grief that this country knows all too well after the January earthquake. It is about children that carry parasites that their little bodies may not be able to always fight off. It is about a young man that just wants the chance to continue his education. </div><div>And for me, it is about what can I do? Not my analysis of the situation or my opinion on whether the US money made it there. It is about the faces of children I cannot get out of my head and what can I personally do to help them?</div><div>So, yea I am still processing. </div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02840450532603633097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253870130694817155.post-63119796275109847602010-07-24T14:31:00.000-07:002011-12-05T13:07:33.651-08:00Really?I have been in some form of ministry for 20 years, so this issue is not a new one. However, usually I am able to claim John Wesley's catholic spirit and peace is continued. So, I am not sure what it was about today that triggered my passion. Maybe it was a reminder of the gifts of ministry I saw in a young woman just this afternoon. Or maybe it was simply that I had not eaten for 15 hours and I was just grumpy.<br /><br />However, please and I do mean please do not tell a young woman that there is something she can not do simply because of her gender.<br /><br />You know what I am talking about.<br /><br />Believe what you desire for yourself and you do not need to embrace a doctrine you cannot agree with for yourself. You can quote me Scripture (I have read them and yes, studied them several times) that makes your point and I will quote you some other Scripture.<br /><br />I am not here to debate you on the issue of women in ministry.<br /><br />I feel no need to talk you into believing that I am called by God to be in ministry. I really never have felt a need to rationalize my calling. I do not say this because I am that confident or bold. I say this simply because, if I am called to ministry or not is really not between me and you. It is between me and God. God called me, gifted me and has guided me. If you feel that I received or interpreted this calling incorrectly, the fruit will not be there and the Holy Spirit will move me along to something different. If I could have avoided the calling, I would have. Come on, didn't I just mention I have been in ministry for 20 years. So, this is not about me.<br /><br />You do not have to listen to a women preach or teach. You never have to believe for yourself that God could call a women to preach. I am not asking for you to change what you believe.<br /><br />I am asking you to allow a young woman's calling to be between God and her. That is all.<br /><br />Let her figure it out without tossing some "man" made doctrine into the mix.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02840450532603633097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253870130694817155.post-5564634253112624022010-07-12T14:14:00.000-07:002010-07-12T14:15:26.747-07:00Why?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; ">The question on the application simply asks why do you want to experience international mission? I am not sure how to put into words the part of me that has been crying out for 20 years. “I want to go” seems like such an empty phrase.<br /><br />We are called to reach out. Somehow I think this includes more than the woman at the Sonic drive-in that hands me my diet coke most afternoons. I stand before a congregation on Sunday morning and challenge them to show Christ’s love to a broken world. Do I really know of God’s world? Do I understand brokenness?<br /><br />Yes, my heart hurts for those I talk and pray with that are walking through broken marriages and grieving the death of a love one. However has my heart ever really been broken, literally broken due to the compassion I am called to feel for another? A tear may fall, a lump may gather in my throat and at times I have been moved to lift a prayer or throw in a dollar. I can collect food for a shelter, wrap gifts for the local Christmas giveaway and even rebuild the ceiling of a home in intercity Memphis and I am in missions. Yet, somehow my heart has craved more.<br /><br />The draw for missions comes from the desire to have my small and comfortable world bump up against God’s complete world. To have my heart pierced with what pierces God’s heart. Can that happen as I drive to my air-conditioned office in my paid off Honda Accord?<br /><br />Why do I want to experience international missions? The circle that I have spent the majority of my life existing is not even a drop of whom I am called to love and serve. My heart knows there is more on the horizon or at least on the other side of an airplane ride.<br />I want to go. </span>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02840450532603633097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253870130694817155.post-55386983379381873972010-06-20T14:05:00.000-07:002010-06-20T14:52:06.782-07:00Let's Get Fired Up!We are in the middle of a sermon series titled "Let's Get Fired Up" highlighting the Holy Spirit. In preparation for the sermon this morning I have been humbled by the reality of the power of the Holy Spirit. The third person of the Trinity which includes all the power, abundance and strength our our creator, God. <div>Think about it, all that power is ours when we receive Christ. </div><div>And we are just hanging out on a Sunday morning, just chillin. Not really plugging into the capabilities of the gifts we have been given. If I really understood the power of the Holy Spirit I would be in complete awe a majority of my waking hours. </div><div>It was this idea that I was discussing with my mom this afternoon when she reminded me of a little known fact. (Leave it to a mother to point out the obvious).</div><div><br /></div><div>I was a painfully shy child and still am very shy in so many ways. </div><div><br /></div><div>Yea, there is the truth. Some that have known me a little longer than a couple decades are well aware of this fact. It is those people that know anytime I stand before more than one person it is the by the power of the Holy Spirit. </div><div>Myers-Briggs will show you my introvert score. My heart rate before I have to do anything having to do with public speaking will point out my fear. And yes, my mom will testify to the level of shyness I have been known for. </div><div>This afternoon my mom was reminding me of this truth and how God has empowered me to serve. </div><div>When we truly surrender to God's call in our lives, whatever that may be for this season in our life, God will enable. </div><div>The reasons we do not serve are lame and I have tried most of them. They do not hold up when we honestly consider what God has done for us. The Holy Spirit has gifted us to serve. My heart so desires for God's people to understand this truth and to know how Scripture confirms the reality over and over. </div><div>Yet, what my mom reminded me of this afternoon was that it really doesn't matter what Scripture I quote in an attempt to point out this fact. The truth is shown in the simple fact that I could quote Scripture from behind a pulpit in front of people in the first place.</div><div>Plugging into that power can be an adventure.</div><div>Let's get fired up!</div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02840450532603633097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253870130694817155.post-68076246143970385382010-04-03T19:58:00.000-07:002010-04-03T20:32:23.439-07:00Still Standing at the GatesI am still thinking about those "who stand at the gates of righteousness". The sermon from last Sunday is still bouncing around in my head (and heart). <div><br /></div><div>I am processing this idea of receiving those who stand at the gates. I really get that part. I don't always do it right, but I get it. We can always be working on how accepting we are within the church. We should always consider how welcoming we can be in a congregation. </div><div><br /></div><div>It is about radical hospitality. </div><div><br /></div><div>However, what about those who never come to the gate? Do you know what I mean? What is the church's role to those who feel lost or left out and approaching the gate is the last thing on their agenda? The people who never make it to the door of the church because of fear or doubt. They don't reach out or even make a peep (that is in honor of the sugary products this Easter season!). They stay hidden in their homes and work places, yet are craving a relationship with their creator. Maybe they have had an active relationship with the church at one time and they have been disappointed. So, now they stand a safe distance from those gates. </div><div><br /></div><div>And maybe they question why no one has reached out. </div><div><br /></div><div>Sometimes we are so busy with those that walk in the door or at least turn around in the parking lot, can we really be responsible for those that we are not even aware need us? And if we did schedule some time in our Blackberrys (okay, iPhones) to reach out to those who are quietly questioning faith, how do we know who they are? Okay then if we know who they are and we are aware of the need, how do we reach out? We don't want to step on toes and they have made no hint that they may need to hear of these "gates of righteousness" in which we speak. Really it is none of our business to go there. </div><div><br /></div><div>Or is it our business?</div><div><br /></div><div>If the church really buys this thing about an empty tomb more than just a time to fill some pews and pass out some colored eggs to some children, what does that mean? Because of the passionate love of God and the sacrificial gift of Christ, isn't it the business of the church to keep an eye open, an ear to the ground or at least a hand stretched out?</div><div><br /></div><div>No matter how uncomfortable it gets to go where we are not sure we are invited, we are called to step outside the gates. It is mandatory that the people of the church figure out how to share the incredible news of a savior. It is a good thing that we put on our red (blue, purple, green, yellow) vest and greet people at the gate. It is a wonderful thing to make our churches a place of acceptance and hospitality. However, I think the "radical" part of hospitality means taking one more step and praying about who it is in our worlds that need directions to the gates or maybe even a hand to hold as they walk to the gates of righteousness. </div><div><br /></div><div>There are people, broken people who fear the gates and they need a friend to say "it can be well with your soul". </div><div><br /></div><div>Who is going to be that friend? I want to be that kind of radical. </div><div><br /></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02840450532603633097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253870130694817155.post-52316267547461045092010-03-28T20:09:00.000-07:002010-03-28T20:10:20.983-07:00Standing at the Gates!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><div class="note_content text_align_ltr direction_ltr clearfix" style="display: block; direction: ltr; text-align: left; clear: both; margin-left: 6px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-wrap: break-word; width: 460px; "><div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">It was going to be a busy Sunday. Being the planner that I am, I had decided to skip my normal Sunday lunch with friends for a focused time of preparation. We were hosting Stations of the Cross this afternoon and the crew of volunteers would be there ready to pull the event together in only an hour and a half. I wanted to have things ready so they could just kick it in as soon as they arrived.<br /><br />Things were clicking along and I had avoided all distractions at this point. As I got ready to move one more table to it's designated area for the afternoon I spotted her in the hallway.<br /><br />"Can I help you?" I asked from the Fellowship Hall, really hoping the answer would be quick so I could return to my long list. </span></span></span></div><div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br />"I want to pray", her accent was thick. I walked toward her while sharing that the sanctuary is open and she is welcomed to pray. She nodded. I pointed to the door of the sanctuary.</span></span></span></div><div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br />She didn't understand. She told me she had come from a "long way away". From her difficulty finding the English word she desired, I could tell she did not mean Texas. She was having as much luck understanding me as I was understanding her. I realized this was not going to be as simple as pointing to a pew and getting back to the signs that needed to be made.<br /><br />However, I kept hearing our morning sermon (yes, I get to hear it three times). They stand at the gates and are hungry to enter. "Do we stand as a builder and reject stones or do we stand as a greeter and say 'come on in'?" I opened the door to the sanctuary, motioned and asked her if I could pray with her. I was still holding my sandwich I had been eating as I moved tables. I found a home for my lunch and we moved into a pew.<br /><br />The more I listened the more I realized that her accent was not the only reason she struggled to find the right words to explain her situation, she was extremely tired. She was overwhelmed. She was concerned for her family. The details of her story are not as important as how for a moment on a Sunday afternoon time stood still. </span></span></span></div><div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">A women from the other side of the world (literally) was in the neighborhood and saw the church. (I am sure it was the new entryway). She was having the same kind of stresses that every other person that takes a seat in those pews every Sunday has. She needed someone to stop, put down their chicken salad sandwich and listen.<br /><br />As I prayed over her, she sobbed. Almost as if she was releasing the stresses of the last couple weeks. She stood to leave, I asked her if she would come back and experience the Stations of the Cross. She simply thanked me and said she needed to go.<br /><br />Because of her weariness and accent, there were moments during our conversation I missed. I am not sure if her sister from Boston is coming back into town. I didn't completely follow if she would visit her son before going back to her country. However, I did catch that she believes a miracle happened today as she walked into the church. I have to agree.<br />She reminded me that we are both stones that the builders reject, yet we are both passionately loved by God.<br /><br /><br />May we both stand at the gates of righteousness and beg to come in!</span></span></span></div></div><div id="reader_tags_394779661384" class="tagged" style="clear: both; float: left; padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 6px; "></div><div class="note_footer clearfix" style="display: block; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); clear: both; margin-top: 10px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 2px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 6px; font-size: 11px; "></div></span>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02840450532603633097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253870130694817155.post-29294617269361518062010-03-23T10:28:00.000-07:002010-03-23T10:46:17.745-07:00Who hears me?I have been having problems with the wireless microphone I use for worship. I have been aware every since at June wedding when I found my voice projected over the speakers as I waited with the groom and the groomsmen. I didn't mean to be heard through the sound system. <div><br /></div><div>So, I am consistently making sure the button is on mute, sometimes pulling the ear piece to my back or turning the microphone off just to make sure. However, over the last nine months, my voice has gone over the sound system when I have desired to be muted. Yea, can you imagine, me wanting to be muted? This past Sunday as I slipped out of worship to make sure phone calls were being made for a cancellation, I made sure the button was on mute as I headed down the hall. Yet, when I took my seat back in the chancel area, Andy said, "we heard your voice over the speakers". Ughhhh.</div><div><br /></div><div>For months I have been trying to tell people that I am not forgetting to mute my microphone, there is something about the mic. As you can imagine my frustration was high. The sound guy did realize that my mic was coming in and out of mute even when he simply held it in his hand. So, I have given up on wireless #1 countrymen and will make another plan from this point forward. The problem with my microphone is fixed or at least remedied for the moment. </div><div><br /></div><div>Yet, this experience has gotten me thinking. What if everything we said was heard through a sound system? Would everyone appreciate what you say? Is what we say full of integrity and honor? Wow, that is something to think about. </div><div><br /></div><div>Next time I prepare to open my mouth, I am going to ask myself those questions. God hears everything I say and really, that should be enough to temper my words. Hmmmm.</div><div><br /></div><div>When I was little my mother used to say, "If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all". Well, if you can't say something nice, remember it could be heard over the sound system. </div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02840450532603633097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253870130694817155.post-32084983570092035582010-03-16T09:28:00.000-07:002010-03-16T14:13:38.386-07:00PerspectiveI was thinking the other day that I have probably spent around 25 years developing my opinions about issues. That is a lot of time molding my thoughts about the controversial topics in the world. <div>I go along very peacefully thinking I know how I feel about things. And then someone takes a seat in the cushy chair in my office and tells their story. </div><div><br /></div><div>Darn it! What does that particular angle of the issue do to my well developed opinions? Sometimes their perspective changes how I thought I felt about something. I am not talking about just rolling with whatever comes across my view and going back and forth as if having no real opinions. I mean, a real life with real emotions and consequences begins to mold how I once thought about something. </div><div><br /></div><div>Possibly my view were black and white about the situation and I could rationalize the view from Scripture, experience, tradition and reason (yes, wouldn't Outler be proud). </div><div>And then I am given a chance to look into a world from a perspective that I have never even considered and the moment changes the issue completely.</div><div><br /></div><div>My point is...sometimes I can be so sure of what is right and wrong and then God places a person in the midst of my opinion and all of a sudden the issue is not as simple as I so confidently thought all along. </div><div><br /></div><div>I share this awareness because maybe this is true for you also. Maybe you are pretty sure about how things should be in our country, in our churches and in our lives. However, until we spend a little time in someone else's world we do not really know. </div><div><br /></div><div>I know, I am as surprised as you that God is moving in me this way.</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02840450532603633097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253870130694817155.post-25665251589207066622010-03-01T20:54:00.000-08:002010-03-01T21:17:27.335-08:00Another MondayRunning on very little sleep, my morning started early. However, before the clock got much past a decent hour of 6:45 a.m. I had recieved a phone call and a text message expressing how prayers were being sent to God on my behalf for the day ahead.<br /><br />I was heading by myself to Columbia for some important interviews. Somehow I knew early, I was not taking this trip alone. Before I reached Lebanon, I had at least a dozen text messages telling me of thoughts and prayers. With each new ring of my phone I felt covered by a community, a support system.<br /><br />When it had been all said and done, I recieved close to 40 (humbling) text messages, phone calls, facebook posts or offers of prayer expressing encouragement. So, it should come as no surprise that the question during my 3 hours of interviews that brought tears streaming from my eyes was "do you have a support system?"<br /><br />I wanted to just hand the people behind the table my cellphone and say, "I don't know, what do you think?"<br /><br />This past weekend at a spiritual renewal weekend I attended, there was a lot of conversation about being in community. I will admit, I had never thought much about community. I have friends, great friends. I have family, an incredible family. Yet, the idea of a community of support had not crossed my mind, until this weekend.<br /><br />So, this Monday as God hit me with a 2x4 across the head, showing me the blessing of support and I was moved deeply.<br /><br />Busy people experiencing another busy Monday taking time to express a word of encouragement to me made me realize how vital community is to this walk of faith. This display encourages me to take the time to make that text, write that note, make that phone call to say words of support to another traveling this road.<br /><br />Because you never know when another Monday will become a sacred Monday.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02840450532603633097noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253870130694817155.post-85298033370182430662010-02-02T14:38:00.000-08:002010-02-02T14:55:03.610-08:00Women's Retreat<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBLnbEHcn5XKgynIbueKGGVdM_1R2S_REO2qBfKF-QaTaGeh_u2hJqCXkXKbKKWUHSQkPSb8i8BZ5PzrztJXaW6TS0kFvIhJ70QsmSdozSOleb1nNt7akxifl9M8yByDrbHKdHaR7LFaun/s1600-h/Princess+w_o+CUMC.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBLnbEHcn5XKgynIbueKGGVdM_1R2S_REO2qBfKF-QaTaGeh_u2hJqCXkXKbKKWUHSQkPSb8i8BZ5PzrztJXaW6TS0kFvIhJ70QsmSdozSOleb1nNt7akxifl9M8yByDrbHKdHaR7LFaun/s320/Princess+w_o+CUMC.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433781335046537650" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Another women's retreat has come to a close. The Rubbermaid containers are full of pink fabric and stacked in storage. The feather boa fluff has been cleared from the tile. My office is looking normal again. The retreat is over. <div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Yet, there is still some fondue pots to be picked up in the kitchen. As a matter of fact, there is still some fondue in the fridge. I still am working on the details of the budget of the event. So, pieces of the event continue. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>During the retreat, we talked about a woman named Esther who was beautiful, accepted and called to her destiny. We talked about how we are daughters of the King. We are beautiful, accepted and called by God. Do those pieces of information continue?</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>The world tells us that we are in constant competition to be beautiful. The hoops we must jump through to be accepted are crazy. And there is always something "more pressing" on our calendar than what God has called us.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>So, we can easily let go of some awareness we gained on some snowy January weekend at church. We can pack away the reminders of the weekend and in turn pack away the words God spoke to our hearts. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Ladies, don't let it go. God is still active in this world and wants to show up in you! Put that feather boa on and get to work. Make that next step to which God is calling you. It may be hard, but you do not make it alone. You are a princess and not one that hangs out in the castle waiting for someone to rescue you. You have already been saved. Start living like it. </div><div>Get that passport!</div><div>Blessings,</div><div>Princess Melissa</div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02840450532603633097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253870130694817155.post-86246097122162618072009-11-15T20:25:00.000-08:002009-11-15T20:49:43.045-08:00remodelingAs I walked up to the church building this morning, I had a realization.<br />Remodeling is harder than a new build.<br />Okay, maybe I have not had that much experience with either one. However, hear my reasoning.<br />With a new build, you get to watch this new creation develop. It is exciting and all "new".<br />With a remodel, yea, you get to watch "new" happening. However, there is the old being moved to the side. Something has to be removed for the "new" to be built.<br />As the light post came down and the landscaping disappeared, I felt kind of emotionally attached.<br />Okay, okay - a little dramatic. I didn't even notice the light post before I saw it on it's side this morning. However, overall there is the whole taking away.<br />I know it will be wonderful when it is done. (That is not just a "company line", I really can't wait - it is going to be great.)<br />Yet, there is something about the taking away that makes this remodel hard.<br /><br />Then it hit me. That is what transformation is about.<br />In our lives, God is in the business of remodeling. And sometimes that means some old has to go. If God is going to do anything with my life, some old habits have to disappear.<br />Definitely some walls have to come down.<br />Maybe even a little digging deep to pull out some old stuff.<br />God doesn't think "I'll get it right with the next one".<br />No, God desires to take a surrendered life and make some changes.<br /><br />As I walked across the dusty, concrete and crowded with "construction stuff" floor of what will soon be the remodeled hospitality room, I smiled.<br />Can you image what God has to work with?<br />Thank you, Lord for taking on <span style="font-weight: bold;">my</span> remodel. And, its not just a company line - I know you are doing great things in me. It will be great when it is all done.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02840450532603633097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253870130694817155.post-76023724827043232522009-11-06T21:36:00.000-08:002009-11-06T21:51:30.695-08:00Sometimes silence is necessaryThis past Thursday I attended a graveside at the Veterans' Cemetery. This was the first time I had been out to this particular cemetery. There was not a cloud in the sky and weather was beautiful. I don't remember ever attending a service with military honors. <div>There was power as the guns shot in rhythm. There is something incredibly breathe taking as "Taps" was played. Silence filled the area as the flag was folded. There was something rather powerful about watching this take place. A deep respect filled my heart. </div><div>All of this to honor a man who had served his country many years ago. <div><br /></div><div>There was no room in this moment for political views or for one's opinion on war. This was a moment for silence. </div><div><br /></div><div>Later on in the day, my eye caught the television news. Gunfire through an army base. I recognized the name of the base, my brother had done his basic training there. Words of the injuries and death filled the screen. Nothing was in rhythm, "Taps" will be played and the flag will be folded too many times over the next week. </div><div><br /></div><div>Once again, there was no room at this moment for political views or for one's opinion on war. This is a time for silence and prayer for families. </div></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02840450532603633097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253870130694817155.post-11429539184408626432009-10-30T08:39:00.000-07:002009-10-30T09:45:48.716-07:00Scripture as a swordWords are powerful. <div>You know. I know, trust me, I know. I have used them in a positive way and I have used them in a negative way. And yes, I have had them used to encourage me and to beat me down. </div><div><br /></div><div>However, Scripture was never meant to beat someone down.</div><div>The other day, I heard about someone attempting to use Scripture to get "their" point across in a negative way. Ouch! </div><div><br /></div><div>Have you ever had someone use Scripture to beat you up? I have and it is not pretty. </div><div>Taking a verse and adding it to one's opinion as if to give one's negative words power is not the purpose of Scripture. </div><div>The Bible is beautiful and alive. The words found in Scripture are meant to guide and help us discern this journey of faith we are on. I have recommended someone read Scripture as they are struggling with direction. However, the recommendation usually is something like this, "Have you read the book of Hebrews lately? The book has some incredible things to say." </div><div>I have quoted a verse to express God's incredible and passionate love for humanity. The words were used to strengthen, to uplift, to encourage another person. </div><div><br /></div><div>I have heard it expressed that the Word is a s<b>word</b> to be used against evil, not against each other. Yet, people do it. </div><div>People use this incredible communication from God as a weapon to slice another person. </div><div>I am not trying to "beat someone up" with my words in this blog. I am just trying to say, "hey, think about what you are doing before you do it, please". </div><div><br /></div><div>As someone has shot at me with a list of single verses, my love affair with God's Word was not effected. However, my opinion of the person went south. </div><div>Yet, those that have been the target of negative prooftexting Scripture can quickly have a negative opinion of the Scripture. </div><div>Do you really want that to happen?</div><div><br /></div><div>Here's the problem with prooftexting (taking a single verse out of context to make a point), there is always another verse that can be pulled out of context to make the opposing opinion. </div><div>Take 1 Timothy 4:2 for example "Such teaching come through hypocritical liars, whose consciences have been seared as with a hot iron". </div><div><br /></div><div>Some think they are just assisting the Holy Spirit with the job of conviction. I would attempt to assist this argument with prooftexting a verse. However, no where does it say, "the Holy Spirit needs your assistance".</div><div><br /></div><div>Again, I am not trying to beat anyone up with this blog. </div><div>I am begging, please consider how you are using Scripture. </div><div>Words are powerful. </div><div><br /></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02840450532603633097noreply@blogger.com1