“All the world’s a stage.”
(William Shakespeare, As You Like It, Act II Scene VII Line 138.)
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Back in January, I spoke of my sabbatical as segments. When February arrived and I returned to the pace of my vocation the idea of a “season” had replaced the previously known “segment.” It is an example of how I incorporate media thinking into my life. Yes, if you are reading this and knew me back in high school, college, seminary, or those early days of full-time ministry, please, have a good, long, belly laugh. Planning was not a necessary ingredient back in the early days of my living or practice of my vocation. Radio and TV use terms like “block” and “segment” to plan intervals of time that make up a show. It is easier to take a theme or idea and break it into smaller junks of time than to program the entire 30 minutes or 60 minutes or 3hr radio show.
During Season 1, I completed some writing projects. It was a good process that taught me about the electronic frontier of self-publishing and its limitations. I spent some preliminary time pondering my thought projects about generic Christianity and moralistic therapeutic deism. I picked up a few books and set them down. I absorbed my entire Springsteen vinyl collection. I watched several films and TV shows. I spent two hours floating: an experience of only hearing the sound of your breathing and heart beat. There was an impromptu pasta making class. I spoke of and thought of sabbatical as “unsettling time.” That remains true for me.
During hiatus I began watching “Breaking Bad.” I saw part of season one during its original run and am now in season 3. A tale of moral relativism and what one will do for family. It has helped me make a bit of sense of the #graftpresidency and cynicism of the Trump era. I think it explains the dug in nature of his supporters and the Congressional enablers that fear them. I also watched some films from Oscar season: “Green Book”, “BlacKkKlansman”, and “Bohemian Rhapsody”. “Roma” looks interesting and I want to check out the animated shorts, but I won’t get to those until the summer.
I have crept into Season 2. Projects to complete. Others to debrief. Here, on day 3 of 37, I’m almost ready to begin time away. I am grateful to my colleagues at the Regional office and volunteers that are picking up my work while I am away. I can complete the punch list, most likely today, and beam up.
A preview of Season 2. Floating will return. I’ll be working on adding Kindle versions of my self-published books. The gym and the golf course are on the horizon as I need to exercise more if I’m going to make good use of the cholesterol meds I take, and the longevity my family genes. I would not claim to be the “Son of a Sailor,” but my love of the water, lake or ocean, is a gift from my father. The Caribbean is calling. My companion and I will travel a bit. Some people have a timeshare. We cruise. Ten days followed by some beach front time. I’m no pirate, but I am over forty. This summer we will go to our first Jimmy Buffet concert.
My companion and I are talking about producing a podcast. There are few clergy couples in our denomination, and maybe conversations about what this lifestyle is like would be interesting to someone. As old GenX’ers, we have participated in the contraction of our denomination and witnessed the rise of the watered down, profitable gospel. We’ve reached an age when people don’t ask us, “When are you having kids?” Instead, we are asked, “How old are your kids?” I don’t think I mentioned we are childfree. The podcast will be called Rev-Squared. No launch date yet. I’m still convincing my companion it is a good idea.
And, I have a reading list that I probably won’t get through, but these four will take up my reading blocks during Season 2. That is a peek at the next 34 days.
What does your church sound like? It seemed like an odd question to ask from the pulpit. I was the ministry apprentice in a community just west of Houston, TX. The minister of this new church start walked to the pulpit and began, “What does our church sound like?” That question rattled through the double-wide trailer that served as sanctuary and office space that sat a short distance from the shell of the new building under construction.
He continued, “Does our congregation sound like an old, durable lawn mower that, with some TLC, will rumble to life at the appointed time of year to mow for another season? Or do we sound like a Harley? You know, that unique sound you can hear in the distance, getting closer, and then once past leaves a trail of sound and smells unique to the brand.” One can be comfortable with both sounds, I guess, but they represent different visions of what Church and Christianity are to be and be about in this world.
Not long ago, I sat in the sanctuary of congregation that five years ago was a whisper in their community. My denomination’s tradition for serving communion (eucharist or Lord’s Supper) involves parishioners. We serve one another the elements with trays passed through the pews. Someone holds the bread for me. That same person holds the cup for me. I hold the bread for you. I hold the cup for you. We serve the elements to each other and put into practice the priesthood of all believers. It is one way we embrace a table open to all, no matter where one worships or may have been baptized. Community is experienced in the sharing of communion as a kind of original potluck dinner. In this instance we showed up without a dish. On occasion we use the more priestly form for serving communion know as intinction. Worshippers travel down the aisle to the chancel to meet the minister and elder, or an elder and deacon, to receive communion from those persons. You take a piece of bread and dip it into a common cup. You depart to return to your seat. It is good to have different experiences and to receive communion in this fashion at different times during a year. But, it is not our typical way though I lament that some have adopted it as such.
Five years ago, in remembrance of Jesus, worshippers were invited to come forward to receive communion by intinction. It is a large sanctuary built for a time when Sunday was theological and social for most of America. That day, the floor squeaked, a little mouse sound, as the thirty or so of us made our way to the chancel to receive communion. I remember worshipping in this congregation three and a half years ago when we installed their new minister. On that day the same thirty or so made their way down the aisle in remembrance for communion. The floor squeaked a slight bit of hope with a new vision for being Church and practicing Christian faith.
Not long ago, I worshipped with this congregation as they bid farewell to their minister who was called to another congregation. I was sitting in the second pew. After partaking of communion at the chancel steps by intinction I returned to my seat. The sound of dozens of feet and a chair or two past by me. So many stories of life. Beneath the well worn carpet wood popped, rumbled, and groaned not unhappily, but as if strong memories were awakened. You could hear the floor give a bit as it was designed to take the weight. It was a welcomed workout. It went on and on. One elder looked concerned for a moment that there may not be enough for everyone. You could see the memory of potluck dinners wash over him. There was plenty. More than enough. There were leftovers. One hundred and fifty plus people shared “do this in remembrance of me”. It is a congregation that decided what they want church to sound like.
I grew up in a time when children were taught to read by “sounding it out”. If you came upon a word you didn’t know how to pronounce, don’t worry. You can do it. Use your knowledge of the alphabet, and the sounds of the letters, and your memory to sound it out. Do you know the word “Christian”. It may take more than one try, but you will get it. Will you pronounce it perfectly? No, not the first time and maybe not even the fourth time. But you will. And what does that word mean? You may not know, but the sentence can give clues or the context of the paragraph may help determine a basic meaning. You know, like a contestant in a spelling bee might ask to hear a word used in an sentence to help determine the spelling. It is not always just stalling for more time. Christian. In the coming week you have several opportunities to put your Christian faith into action by serving at the food pantry, or serving one of our free community meals, or helping with the after school program.
Here in the early 21st century, it seems like that is what many mainline Christian denominations are doing in their communities where they once dominated Sunday or Wednesday or both. Many are having to sound it out. There are always new words and the meaning of words can change. What sound does your church make? And, could I ask a personal question? “What sound does a Christian make?” You can do it. Sound it out.
Follower of Jesus.
Christian.
Conservative.
Liberal.
Evangelical.
Progressive.
Progressive Evangelical.
Person of faith.
Spiritual, but not religious.
