Living by the rules

At biblestudy we got into a discussion about rules... Why were the pharisees so bent out of shape about doing things on the Sabbath? People had to know exactly what they could and could not do so that they could make appropriate sacrifices to atone for their sins.

Jesus was wreckless about the rules. He seemed to break them because he didn't follow the letter of the law regarding sabbath. But, he wasn't breaking them, he subsumed them. In speaking to his disciples, he boiled the law down to two rules - love God, love each other. All the other rules are there to help guide people on how to do this.

As Christians, we try to follow these two big rules. We have the 10 commandments which help us understand how to do that. We have the the bible - the old testament and the letters of the apostles to help us understand stand what it means to do that. We are not burdened by the rules. They do not weigh us down as they did the pharisees. Why not? We recognize that we cannot follow the rules perfectly. The rules are there to show us how imperfect we are and how much we need God's help and forgiveness. We don't need to keep track of the millions of ways that we break the rules, because Jesus has already atoned for all of them.

When life seems empty...

This week at bible study we read John 15. Jesus's last teaching to the disciples during the last supper. He says, "I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener. He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful."

A woman in our group has beautiful rose bushes in her backyard. And she called her dad about how to take care of them. His answer was to hack them until there's nothing left but a dead looking stump.

Reluctantly she hacked away till the beautiful, life-abundant bushes were nothing more than dead stumps. Afraid she had killed them, she looked out at them all winter, wondering if they would ever grow back.

In the spring, they grew. Bigger and more beautiful than the previous year.

Sometimes when life seems to strip down to nothing. When we lose our jobs, our health, our friends, our family, our favorite activities, when we have nothing left of us but dead dry stumps which seem lifeless. God is at work.

In those times all we have is God, and if we remain in him and let his love and spirit work in us, spring will come and we will arise and bear much fruit. Our lives richer and more beautiful because every unimportant and useless part had been chopped away.

So if God is pruning you. Live in it. Sing the blues. Read scripture. Pray. God will grow you again.

They shall run and not grow weary

This past weekend, we enjoyed an AWESOME time up in Gualala. As I had hoped, a prolonged weekend near the ocean brought me a sense of spiritual calm that I needed more than I recognized.

On Saturday morning, a group of us went for a run along the water. It was beautiful. It was beautiful but long. I haven't really run for a while so the 5 miles we did was more than my body was used to. On the way back I looked for marker after marker telling myself, I was 25% of the way, 50%, 60%.

We had less than a mile to go and one of the women got really tired and wanted to stop. But we were almost there. She couldn't give up now! I started clapping my hands. Run to the rhythm. Take one step after another. Almost magically, we both started running faster. We weren't tired.

The next morning at church they read the verse: "He shall restore their strength and they shall fly on wings like eagles. They shall run and not grow weary" (Isaiah 40) I imagined God running along side of us on the beach, clapping his hands - take one step after another, listen for my rhythm.

Life has twists and turns and a path that is hard to follow. There are so many times I just want to say - ENOUGH, I'M TIRED! and in the words of my best friend - NO MORE PERSONAL GROWTH FOR ME. I DON'T WANT TO BE A GROWN-UP ANY MORE, I'M TURNING IN MY KEYS!

That is when God runs up behind us, through a friend, through a moment, through sunlight in the trees, through the ocean, through a whisper and claps - one step after another, I'm with you. And suddenly, everything is alright. We aren't so tired and we can run but not grow weary.

Thank you, God.

A Year in Review

“The Spirit, not content to flit around on the surface, dives into the depths of God, and brings out what God planned all along. Who ever knows what you're thinking and planning except you yourself? The same with God...” 1 Corinthians 2:11 (the message)

Only the Spirit knows where God is leading the ministry of Crossings. This year at Crossings has been one of growth, change, faith and rebirth. The wind started to blow last January when the Crossings leadership team were ignited with a passion to connect with the essence of lent through the Blues. It was an amazing time of exploring God’s grace that meets us in the depths of what it means to be human and draws us to hope. Attendance grew. Worship deepened. We led a Wednesday night service.

In the middle of this amazing time, we lost David Blakely, the Crossings Director. Carried by the Holy Spirit, the lay leadership team continued to plan worship, reach out and grow the community. However, summer brought us new challenges. Life pulled the core of the leadership team in different directions and sadly Corey and Nancy Neu left us to start a new life in Indiana.

We spent the rest of summer trying to figure out what God was calling us to do. We looked at calling a second pastor, hiring a music leader, disbanding the service or just leaving it in the hands of the lay leaders. With the Spirit’s nudging, I stepped up to fill the leadership void. Feeling comfort that many of the disciples were not religious leaders or well trained, I hoped that the Spirit would be with me.

The fall was rough. The community had shrunk, the congregation’s energy was low and I wondered if God was calling me into the desert. I tried everything I could think of to build a new community at Crossings, but God taught me that it wasn’t by my works that His ministry happened. But by his grace.

Humbled. Tired. Broken. I let God do whatever he was going to do. And what God does is always amazing. In step with the church calendar, this advent was a time of pregnancy and I watched as a new Crossings was born. Beautiful. Spiritual.

I don’t know where God will lead us this year, but as we approach lent I look to the unyielding love on the cross and I know it will be just as it should be.