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Bridge Building
It is more than semantics to say that I’m attending a memorial service rather than a funeral this morning. Language matters as much in the 21st century as it ever has, maybe more so, because pluralism is a part of everyday life like never before. My new colleagues, peers, and friends here in Oklahoma are celebrating the life of a minister who died this week. He was at home on his day off. I knew Gary only a brief time, but know that his gentle influence of gospel reached deeply into many lives here in Oklahoma. He served his current congregation for 26 years. A rare thing in our denomination. He mentored many, listened intently, and loved serving in Christian ministry. The story about his life in the Edmond Sun tells his story.
Twice in my life I’ve participated in a memorial service for a mentor and friend. The were bridge builders, but I didn’t know it. Rev. Will Van Nostrand and Rev. Mary Beth Guy helped shaped my life and service in ministry right after seminary. They followed along as I “grew up.” They encouraged me to be authentic and mindful of Christian history, and that specific congregation’s history, as I went about practicing the Christian faith. The were bridge builders and from what I can observe about Rev. Gary Byrkit he was as well. Will had me read a poem at his memorial service. He knew that would challenge me and comfort. Mary Beth had me give a prayer at the communion table. She knew that would challenge me and comfort. Of what I know of Rev. Gary Byrkit, it seems fitting for his memorial today.
By Will Allen Dromgoole
It’s not mine, but responsible
During my seminary education a current changed in my denomination when ministers were encouraged to embrace an ownership of ministry differently. The term, “my ministry” became the norm and continues to this day. I think this current was meant to remind ministers, and those preparing for ministry, of their personal accountability and ethics as professionals even when systems did not or did not exist to do so. I understand the intention. During this same time my denomination was moving away from the idea of “pastor/scholar” to “corporate professional.” Another term, “public theologian” has surfaced as a way of describing the vocation of ministry.
I’ve understood it differently. I participate in the ministry of the Church. Sometimes it resembles the life and teachings of Jesus of Nazareth, sometimes it resembles the ancient beliefs of tradition’s “Christianity,” sometimes it is interested in Empire building and sometimes it embraces the kindom of God in our midst. I was ordained into Christian ministry of the Church universal. My ordination vows require me to accept that on any given day I represent the entire history of Christianity: the good, the bad, and the apathetic to persons I know and to the stranger sitting next to me on the plane. I am responsible for the way I inhabit and “put on” that responsibility to represent Christianity, but ministry is not “mine.” Ordained Ministry is a lifestyle that cannot be owned. Participating in ministry is relational and risky. I was reminded of this again from the editor and publisher of the Christian Century who recently wrote about his experience of retirement.
Sunday Morning Blues
John M Buchanan | Aug 9, 2013 | The Christian CenturyOne thing I have learned from this experience is something I should have learned long ago: ministry is not my personal possession. Ministry belongs to the church, the congregation I served for a while, the denomination of which it is a part—and to the whole church, holy, catholic, apostolic. In the painful process of letting go I am learning to let the church continue to be the church, performing a ministry that began before it allowed me to serve and continuing after I left.