Posted in helping, Ministry

“All we need is a campsite.”

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It doesn’t happen as much as it used to, but some who are seeking help knock at the door of the church. One family I remember in particular wasn’t in search of food or fuel, but just a campsite.

As most are, they were on the way from one place to another, and just needed a place to stay for a week while in Florida. I’m not sure why it was a week, but that was their story. They had a running car, a couple of kids, a tent, a propane stove, camping equipment, and food. They had everything they needed except for a place to pitch their tent for a few nights. But there was a campground just a few miles away, and they wondered if I could help pay for a site.

Not a problem. I drove down with them, went to the camp office and said I wanted to pay for a site for them for a week. It was pretty warm that afternoon, but it was cold, oh so cold in that office. The icy stare I got from the woman behind the desk would have made Frosty shiver. “We don’t usually do that.”

I said, “I just want to pay cash so this family can camp here for the week. I’m a pastor here in town.”

Her look softened every so slightly for just a moment, but then she held form, “We don’t like to do that.”

“I don’t understand.”

She stood up and walked from behind the counter, “It’s not that I don’t appreciate what you’re doing. It’s just that when the weeks up, we won’t be able to get them to leave. The we have to call the sheriff and I don’t want to have to deal with that.”

I just looked at her. She looked back. “But OK, I’ll do it this one time. It’s just that we don’t like to do this kind of thing.”

The campground wasn’t full or anything. No big events were coming up. But I understand. If you don’t want to have to kick them out, it’s better to not let them in. She must have had that experience before. I never thought of that.

It often isn’t as simple as we think. It usually isn’t easy helping people, no matter what anyone else might tell you. It’s rarely a “one and done.” There is sometimes another chapter to the story. Or someone has to clean up the mess later.

Posted in Connecticut, Ministry

Maybe you can find something (or someone) a little closer.

His-and-Hers-Brown-Bag-Lunch-9As I’ve mentioned before, you can live out in the middle of nowhere, and people will find your home, especially if you are the pastor and you live next door to the church. One thirty-something gentleman that I remember from our Connecticut days drove up our drive way and knocked at the door one evening. He told what I came to learn was the usual story: in-between jobs, family to feed, anything I can do to help. Not that we had that much cash anyway, but in those pre-ATM days, you couldn’t even go out and easily get some. You usually had to go to the bank and cash a check.

But we didn’t send him home empty-handed. We packed up a few supper leftovers, a few non-perishables in the pantry, and he was thankful. He also came back every few weeks with a similar story, and we sent him home with similar provisions. Some bread, a little tuna, a couple pieces of fruit, whatever. We just did the best we could.

We talked each time and I got to know him a little bit better. On one occasion, I learned that he had found a job, but needed money for gas. In the course of the conversation, I learned that he had driven from another town, about thirty miles away, to come and see me. When I told him that he would have had enough gas to get back and forth to work had he not made the sixty-mile round trip to my house, he didn’t quite understand what I meant.

Even though he did come by the house a few more times, I didn’t help him any more after that. I finally had to tell him not to come back to our house and seek help closer to home. He only came back once more, about a month later. I guess he thought I might have had a change of heart.

I learned that you don’t have to give a lot to help someone. Just what you have. And you don’t have to do it forever. Just for a time. Our efforts sometimes have ends as well as beginnings.

Posted in Connecticut, Life, Ministry, neighbor

A place to stay

knock“You are a priest, so you have to give me a place to stay.”

Those were the first words out of the woman’s mouth when I answered the door one evening just before dark and found her standing on our front step. We had only been at my first parish for a year to two. Even in the rolling rural hills of eastern Connecticut, a variety of people quickly found out that we lived in the parsonage next door to the church. So we got the usual procession of people looking for food or gas money, but till now never a demand for housing.

Inge introduced herself with a thick Swedish accent. She hadn’t been in America very long, found herself abused and estranged from her husband, and had nowhere to go. I think at some point we actually met her husband, but there wasn’t going to be any reconciliation. She was also Lutheran, actually a pastor of some sort herself. We were a combination of naive, compassionate, and new at this, and we had a huge house full of rooms we weren’t using, so we took her in. Our family was small, just my wife and I and our infant son — and now a boarder.

She didn’t bring much with her. Inge had little money, just a few items of clothing and personal items in a small suitcase. Her habits were a little different than ours. She liked eating bread slathered with mayonnaise and tomato sauce. On many a pasta night we found ourselves with no sauce. She also like to make sweet rolls with lots and lots and lots of butter. I seem to remember that she showered and shaved only occasionally, taking more of a continental approach to hygiene.

Inge found a job at some kind of small manufacturing company in our town, one she could walk to. She did attend worship and bible class when she didn’t have to work. She used some of her income to buy things like a VHS player, which she wanted to take back to Sweden with her. Since she was “buying American” for the moment, we saw a glaring flaw in her plan. She wasn’t actually saving anymoney to go back home.

After a few months, we decided we would help her out. She didn’t have a bank account, so we cashed her paychecks for her, withholding some and saving up for a flight back to Sweden. Within a month, we had enough for the trip. I purchased a ticket, drove her to La Guardia, and dropped her off. I don’t think we ever heard from her again.

I have helped a lot of people in a lot of different ways over the years. This was the only time we actually took someone in. It’s been a memory-stretcher to recall this story. I wasn’t journaling my life then as I do now. I definitely remember it being a less fearful and more innocent time, before the Persian Gulf conflicts, 9/11, Internet, wifi, and smart phones.

I’m not sure we would do this again. Were we foolish or faithful? Hard to say. Following Christ seems to be a mixture of both sometimes.

 

Posted in dying, Life, Ministry

You need to hear it again.

silvestri-matteo-176500The call came pretty late last night, about 10:45. I was driving, and felt my phone buzz in my pocked, but didn’t listen to the message until after I got home. “She said she thinks he’s dying.” I only live about a mile away and I didn’t want them to be alone, so I headed over to the apartment.

When I arrived, it was and it wasn’t what I expected. I’ve been with many people in hospice care for the last days and hours of their lives. I’m familiar with the shallow, irregular, rattling breathing. I just didn’t think it would happen this soon. Just hours earlier, he had been awake, conversant, signing his own documents and deciding to come home from the hospital. Hospice hadn’t even been to the house yet, and it looked like he’d be gone before they even arrived. He wasn’t conscious, but he also didn’t seem uncomfortable, which was a blessing.

A few more people arrived. All we could do was wait. Wait for a call back from hospice. Wait and wonder whether it was a wise choice to come home. Wait and pray, commending him to the Lord’s care.

With her encouragement, we left about 12:30 pm. She knew who to call if anything got out of hand. When I called back this morning, I learned he had died about an hour after we all left. Her words to me on the phone were, “I know he’s with the Lord. I just hope God accepts him.”

Without hesitation, I replied, “I have no doubt! He had faith in Christ. We just talked about that the other day when I brought him communion, He was forgiven. You don’t have to worry about that at all.”

“Thank you so much. That’s just what I needed to hear.”

If you know me at all, you know I talk about that all the time. Maybe when you’re sitting there on a Sunday and life is pretty good and you don’t have too many worries, it doesn’t register. But when the breathing stops, you feel all alone, and reality kicks in, it suddenly becomes an issue. So, you need to hear it again. If I can, I’ll be there to make sure you do.

Lately it seems like I’ve been spending a lot of time with people who get hit with stuff over and over again. What do you do for someone when the cancer keeps coming back? Or the headaches? Or the strokes? Or the flooding? I’m humbled knowing I don’t have a whole lot of answers. But I get to bring Christ, and he gives more than we ask or imagine.

Posted in aging, church, Life, Ministry

“I don’t want to be too far from church.”

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Over the past few weeks I’ve been spending time with families who are making some big decisions about their living situation. For a variety of reasons, they may not be able to continue living in their homes and are exploring other options, from moving in with family to assisted living and long term care. This can never be an easy decision to make. For some, the decision is being made for them by family who are taking a greater role in caring for them. For others, the handwriting is on the wall, and they know that hour is coming.

A common theme in our discussions is church. One of their concerns is not wanting to lose access to their church family, involvement and worship. Among the many financial, health and transportation issues that must be addressed, their faith life rose to the top, like cream atop the milk. Continue reading ““I don’t want to be too far from church.””

Posted in Life, listening, Ministry

A week on the phone

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I just spent a week without (and greatly appreciating!) my office manager and assistant. She took a well deserved vacation with her husband, and will be back tomorrow. (God is good — all the time!)

That meant that I couldn’t just ignore the phone when it rang last week. If you called, that was my voice who answered, “Shepherd of the Coast Lutheran Church — this is Pastor Douthwaite.” Here are some of the responses I heard last week:

“Oh. <long pause> Nicole must not be there.”
In a thick Indian accent: “Thank you very much.” Click <hang up>
“Call this number immediately, or you will face arrest and imprisonment by the IRS for tax evasion…”
“Oh, hi Pastor. Are you going to be in the office today?” <seriously?>
“Do you have chronic back pain…?”
“Congratulations, you have just won…” Click. <I hung up.>
“Oh, hi. You’re just the person I need to talk to.”
“Hi, I’m from the Best-Ever-Media company. We’d like to send you a 37 volume DVD series to inspire your youth to more vibrant faith…” Click. <I hung up.>
“I sent you an email. Did you get it?”
“Stay on the line for important information about…” Click. <I hung up.>
“Hi. I scheduled a meeting, but don’t know if any space is available.”
“I saw you have a food pantry today.” Me: “No, I’m sorry, that’s the church next door.”

I never know what the voice on the other end is going to say. However, it just amazes me that 90% of the phone calls we receive are irrelevant to our ministry. So for a couple of hundred bucks a month, we maintain phone lines for no good reason at all!

I cut off our landline about five years ago. Neither my wife or I were making any outgoing calls. All of the inbound calls were telemarketers, surveys, robocalls and wrong numbers. The provider representative I talked with couldn’t understand why I wanted to disconnect.

I wonder if God gets any prayers like this…

Posted in Ministry

Soli Deo gloria: To God alone be the glory

Transcription of Sunday, October 15, 2017 sermon.

 

Oct 22 cover picMost of you are familiar with the name Johann Sebastian Bach. He is one of the greatest composers of all time. One thing you may not know is that at the bottom of every musical piece he composed he wrote the letters “SDG” or the words “soli Deo gloria” — to God alone be the glory. Bach wanted it to be known that the reason he composed the music was to glorify the God who made us and saved us. He never intended to be the one who got the credit, because he knew all his abilities and opportunities to compose came from God.

That is a much different approach to life than what we are used to and in the world in which we live. The world that we’re in is one of constant self-promotion. It is as if we are always on the edge of the pool saying, “Look at me! Watch me!” We jump in wanting everyone to pay attention to us. We chronicle every detail of our lives on social media. We are always asking questions like, “Do like my clothes? Do you like my haircut?” We want to be admired, acknowledged, liked, and appreciated. At some level we want glory.

Today we are going to work from two scriptures. We heard them earlier. One is from Matthew 5 where Jesus is talking about us being salt and light in the world, something very different. Jesus says, “Let your light shine before others that they may see your good works” — and here’s the punch line — “and give give glory to your Father who is in heaven” (Matthew 5:13).

The other verse is from 1 Corinthians 10:31. Paul has spent quite a bit of time in this chapter talking about how what you do affects the lives of other people. It’s not just about you. You always need to keep others in mind and keep God in mind. “Whatever you do, do all to the glory of God.” Soli Deo gloria. To God alone belongs the glory.

Even for the good things we do. Even for some of the significant things we do. That might not sound fair to you. You are certainly entitled to your opinion. But here’s where God is coming from — Isaiah 42:8. God says, “I am the Lord, that is my name. My glory I give to no other.”

Whether you like it or not, God is not sharing. God is not about to share his glory with any other god, with any idol, with any person he has created, with any power that exists in the world, or anybody else who has any fame or notoriety. God says, “I will not give my glory to anybody else.” Soli Deo gloria. To God alone belongs the glory.

There are some very interesting stories in scripture when God corrected people’s course when they sought glory for themselves. These are worth looking at this morning.

One of them happens not long after the flood, way back towards the beginning of the world. You remember that God had flooded the world to destroy it and start over. After cover water covers the earth, there’s nobody left except for Noah and his wife, their three sons and their wives, and two of all the different animals. When the waters subside and the ark comes to rest on dry land, it’s time to start over. It’s time to spread out in the world and multiply and fill it with people. That’s what God planned.

Not too long after, some of the people got together and said, “You know, we can make bricks. Let’s build ourselves a city. A place where we can live and raise our families and be secure. We can build a tower. We’ll build this tower in the middle, a really big tower that people can see from far off. We’ll make a name for ourselves. We’ll be somebody and the world will never forget us.

God’s response to their project is, “I don’t think so. That’s not what you’re here for.” For the first time in history, God jams their communication. He confuses their language so they can’t understand each other. So they have to separate. They have to go live in different places. They have to have families and multiply and fill the earth. They were not there to glorify themselves. To God alone belongs the glory.

The other story comes from a time not too long after Jesus lived on the earth, not too long after the resurrection and Pentecost when the Holy Spirit is poured out. There is a king named Herod. Not the same king that tried to kill all the babies in Bethlehem. It’s one of his sons, who is ruling a part of Israel towards the north. He’s a good politician. He’s doing well at working both with the Roman empire and with the Jewish people. He would dress up in ornate robes, wonderfully expensive robes. He would sit on the throne and he would give these speeches that amazed people. On one occasion, he gives a speech that everybody enthralled. When it’s done, the people say, “This isn’t just a man. He speaks with the voice of a god!” Luke tells us that immediately an angle of the Lord struck him down because he did not give God the glory. And, he was eaten by worms and breathed his last.

I don’t about you. But right now I feel like giving God the glory!

It’s not hard to find yourself in a situation like that. All you need is one person to say, “You’re doing a really good job.” Or one person who says, “We really appreciate the things that you do.” All you need is somebody to give you a pat on the back and you begin to think, “I’m not so bad after all. In fact, I’m pretty good. And I do some pretty good things. And I deserve some appreciation.” You completely forget who you are and what you are like. You completely forget about who made you, put you here, gives you life and breath and everything. You completely forget about your sin and how that affects your relationship with God. You’re not worried about that at all. You’re getting the appreciation and love you desire and it feels really good.

At that moment, what you need is an Isaiah 6 experience. Isaiah 6 is the account of the prophet suddenly finding himself in the presence of God. He finds himself in the throne room of God. This is the place where God’s people never wanted to be. If the cloud fo God’s presence is on the mountain, I’m not going up there. If the cloud of his presence fills the tabernacle or the temple, we’re going in there. When the presence of God was on the mountain of transfiguration, the disciples fell flat on their faces — they were scared to death. Nobody wants to go into that room into the presence of God. But Isaiah is there and he is overwhelmed. The presence of God fills that place. He’s on the throne. His robes are everywhere. Flaming creatures called Seraphim are flying back and forth. They’re singing, “Holy, holy, holy.” The ground is shaking, there’s smoke in the air. Isaiah says, “I’m doomed. I’m a sinful person. I come from sinful people. I live among sinful people. There is no way I can survive in the presence of God.” He knows that the glory of God is overwhelming.

Then something significant happens. One of the seraphim goes to the altar, takes an ember burning there, and touches it to Isaiah’s lips. He says, “You sins have been atoned for. You sins are forgiven.” That is the game changer. Now, Isaiah is holy. He can be in the presence of a holy God. He has been forgiven. His sins have been wiped away. He is somebody who can have a relationship with God.

Where’s our Isaiah 6 experience? When we get a little too full of ourselves, how can we bring ourselves back down?

We do it all the time. We come to worship. We kneel at the altar in the presence of the Lord. He is there. That’s his body broken for us, his blood poured out for us. It’s the presence of our Savior, right there on the altar. It is meant to humble us and make us realize we should not be here. We have no right to spend time in the presence of God. The same thing happens for us. Something from the altar touches our lips. His body and blood and the words are, “Your forgiven. Your sins have been atoned for. You are holy, too.” Your are righteous through faith in Jesus Christ. His death has atoned for your sins. You can have a relationship with God. You can be there with God. You can glorify God. Never underestimate the power of the moment at the altar when our Lord comes to you in his word and his sacrament.

What does that look like? What does it look like to have a life that glorifies God? What does it mean to let your light shine so that people will see you and glorify God?

First, in our worship we glorify God. Here, when we come to worship we hear the words of God, the amazing words that we are forgiven, and we give him our thanks and our praise. We confess and we are forgiven, and we glorify him because we know he’s the only reason we’re here. He made us, he gave us our abilities, he died for us, he rose for us, he saved us, he’d done it all for us. He gets all the credit. In our worship, we give God all the credit and glorify him.

We also glorify him when we simply do our best. That’s right, the pursuit of excellence in your life glorifies God. People see what you do and they are led to thank and praise God. So whatever it is that you do — your work, your volunteer hours, your school, in your community, in your home — whatever you do, give it your best. God has made you and gifted you and empowered you to do everything you can do, so that this world will see it and will praise God.

The third way we glorify God is just to be out there. You are the light of the world. Jesus doesn’t say, “You should be the light of the world,” but “You are the light of the world.” It’s a very dark place out there. I don’t have to tell you that. It’s dark in homes where there’s abuse, disease and death, where fires rage out of control, or flood waters won’t go down, or where people are depressed, worried and feel like the world is closing in on them. It’s dark out there.

God has shone his light into our hearts to give us hope. We take that with us and wherever you go you bring with you what you’ve received from God — forgiveness, hope, and life. Just by being out there in the world, Peter writes, “Even the pagans — people who aren’t associated with God at all — will see you and glorify God.”

Soli Deo gloria. God alone receives all the glory.

Posted in Ministry

And one.

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If I can, I try to meet members of the congregation when they check in at the hospital for surgery. Just to pray and be with them as they wait for their name to be called. Show up times are usually early in the morning, but I’m up early anyway, so I get to about 90%. I’ve been at the local hospital often enough lately that the receptionist commented today, “Oh, he’s here all the time.”

Now that the days are getting shorter but the time hasn’t changed yet, it’s dark, really dark when I arrive. The first wave of patients arrives about 6 am, so the place is already hopping by the time I arrive. Today, the family was there before me, already staged and ready. I immediately get to the prayer; you never know how quickly their name will be called. Then we have time to chat for a bit. Usually other family is there, so I get to meet and get to know them, too. Continue reading “And one.”

Posted in Confirmation Class, Ministry, youth

Ten for ten

screen-shot-2017-10-17-at-5-06-39-pm.pngFor the first time this year, I had all ten of my confirmation class students together. Trust me, in a world where there is so much going on in the lives of our children and their families, this is nothing short of a miracle!

The students range in age from twelve to sixteen, from sixth grader to high school junior. They are all involved in other activities during the week, including but not limited to: band (three tubas and two clarinets), orchestra (violin), golf (at the state championship level; one young lady can drive 250 yds!), flag-football, boy scouts (one on the way to eagle), girl scouts, youth group, and future problem solving (with international competition experience). It’s a diverse group with interests that range from fried-chicken to robotics to “The Big Bang Theory” to their various pets.

It is such a dynamic time of life for them. Each is now just discovering their talents, passions and relationships as we learn how our Lord and faith affect every part of our lives. I’m fascinated. Our conversations take totally unexpected and bizarre directions every week. I was watching the video stream of last week’s class as we covered so many ideas about the third commandment and worship.

At one point, I told how some ancient civilizations made human sacrifices to appease their gods. That was their form of worship. One of the students shared that how they probably sacrificed the best looking people to please the gods, so it was better to be ugly and have ugly children. I said, “Imagine if that’s the way they did things in band?” After auditions, we’ll cut the best player from each section. By the end of the year, the band would sound horrible!

Some heard for the fist time that Jesus was Jewish. And that according to Old Testament law you weren’t allowed to eat shellfish. And how shellfish are bottom feeders, which is yukky. We discussed whether or not chickens have vocal chords (if not, how do they say, “bock?”) and whether or not it is OK to have a job that requires you to work seven days a week and words that my dog knows (bark, ruff and woof).

I’ve been teaching confirmation class for over thirty years, and it never gets old. Thank goodness for the catechism, laughter, and the joy of the Lord!