Wednesday, June 30, 2010

June 30, 2010

The gift of a sabbatical is the really the gift of time, a generous and lavish amount of time. I have been enjoying this gift and want to share some random reflections with you.

My grandpa (Roland Bernau) is 96 years old and is currently living in a nursing home in Algona, Iowa. A friend of his (and now mine) is working on a book about his life, or maybe more accurately a part of his life. So I have had the chance to spend many hours over the course of several days talking to grandpa about his life, his marriage and childhood, his victories and defeats, his adventures. He is an interesting person, whose health is failing, but whose mind is sharp and clear. This time with him is a gift, for which I am very thankful.

I have now worshiped with 5 different congregations and making plans for more. Each of them has been so different. They are starting to give me a glimpse of the larger church and helping me to see clearly what I love about Grace.

A friend asked me if I miss you yet; or was it “my church” or “my work”? In true Lutheran fashion, the answer is of course “Yes” and “No.” I miss the people of Grace. I miss seeing you and hearing your voices and your stories. I especially miss those moments on Sundays and Wednesdays when we say ‘hello’ and ‘how are you.’ I miss the kids, their hugs and their “Pastor, do you know what?” and their fingers sticky from a mid-worship treat or better, wet from the baptismal font.

So yes, of course I miss you. But I’m also enjoying this gift of time, this past month and what lies ahead.

I just finished a great book: Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer. It is a powerful story, at times hilarious and profound and tragic. I want to recommend it, except that to do so is to recommend that the reader enter into a tragic and painful story. (So be warned.) And isn’t that way of life? When we enter into relationships, be it a congregation or friendship or love or parenthood, we enter into someone’s story. And everyone’s life includes the humorous and profound, the tragic and triumphant. Be warned: every story and every life is a powerful one.

There is a saying, African I think, that God so loved stories that humankind was created so that God would have an infinite supply. We are all stories: powerful and humorous, tragic and triumphant. Be warned… and in the words of the angels, ‘fear not.’

After almost two weeks of retreat and solitude in the north woods of Wisconsin, I spent two weeks with John and Joe. I’ve never liked the word “proud,” as in, “I’m proud of my kids” because it always feels a little too self-congratulatory, as in ‘Look what great children I have produced.” Instead I want to say that I’m thankful for my kids and delight in who they are and who they are becoming. So we’ve been hanging out and enjoying (at least I am) some uninterrupted time together.

That’s enough for now. I am happy and thankful, and hope you are too.

Peace,

Pastor

Sunday, June 27, 2010

June 27 - St John's Des Moines

My original plan for Sunday, June 27 had been to worship with Lutheran Church of Hope in West Des Moines, but there was a problem. And the problem is proof that being a good pastor sometimes requires just a little bit of hypocrisy.

The problem was that Pastor Householder was not scheduled to be the preacher on Sunday, June 27. Pastors (myself included) play a lot of strange games with their congregations. For example, when I’m going out of town for a Sunday or two, I try not to advertise it. I don’t lie about it, but I don’t go out of my way to promote it either. The reason is simple, attendance drops a lot when people know that their pastor is gone.

I’m not sure why this is. Maybe people remember bad experiences with visiting pastors. “Today instead of our normal sermon, we’re going to have 2 hour slide show of our recent trip to Uzbekistan.” Or maybe it’s like mom and dad being gone for the night, “Oh come on, they’ll never know.” Whatever the reason, it’s true and I’ve always thought it was unfortunate. But on June 27, I did something very similar for the same reason: ‘I’m not going to that church today, because the pastor is gone.’

I’m a hypocrite. I admit it. My kids have known it for a long time. There I’ve said it, and I feel better.

So instead attending Lutheran Church of Hope on this weekend, I rearranged my schedule and bumped St. John’s Lutheran Church in downtown Des Moines up on the batting rotation. (Let me be clear, they weren’t a second choice, they just came sooner than I had originally planned. I don’t want to hurt any feelings unnecessarily.)

I love St John’s! At least what I know of it and what I’ve experienced of it.

Established in 1865, St John’s currently claims about 2,500 baptized members. I suspect this number is functionally overstated because their average worship attendance is less than 400. It’s a small point, but worth noting. If the membership number is accurate, then St John’s worship attendance is about half of what would be expected in a normal ELCA congregation. If on the other hand, the worship figure is accurate (and I suspect that it is), then a better estimate of “real” membership would be about 1,200. There is something interesting in all of this.

The best part of worship at St John’s is the sanctuary. The sermon, the music, the liturgy, the people, they were all great the Sunday we visited. But the space in which these things happened, that was the best thing.

It’s hard to describe and perhaps everyone has a different experience of the idea space. In St John’s sanctuary, the proportions feel right to me. The church is big; I am small. The Word in all its forms (preaching and reading) are a little removed and above me physically, as they are spiritually. If you sit near the front as Joe and I did, it is a long walk into and out of worship, just as it takes me some time to enter into or leave a worship state of mind. If Lutherans had cathedrals, St John’s would be the natural choice for our synod. It’s a great congregation in a great space.

So, I’m thankful for those who built St John’s and for those who are building it still.

Peace,

Pastor

PS – I may have a new favorite book, more on that soon.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Some pictures...

The flamingos were waiting for me when I got home from my adventures in Wisconsin and Minnesota. It's nice to be missed... so thank you.
The other two pictures are from a prairie in Kossuth County where I enjoyed a beautiful evening watching an approaching thunderstorm.

June 20 -- First Lutheran Church, Algona, Iowa

My parents grew up in and near Algona, Iowa. After long and interesting careers, they decided to retire there about 10 years ago. So to celebrate Fathers’ Day and my mom’s birthday, I spent the weekend in Algona.

I should say that of all my blessings, my parents and siblings were among the first and best and most enduring. All of them are smart and interesting people. They have great spouses and children, and I love spending time with them.

On Sunday, June 20, my mom and I attended worship at First Lutheran Church in Algona (ELCA). This is the church that my mom grew up in and the church where my parents were married in 1959. My dad grew up in a Missouri Synod Lutheran Church in Whittemore, but that is a story for another day.

First Lutheran Church was organized in 1882. They currently report 621 baptized members and average weekly worship attendance of 144. The current building was built in the mid-60’s and has been well maintained over the years. Recently they completed a major renovation of the narthex and entry-way to the church.

When I was growing up, since this was grandpa and grandma’s church, we attended worship at First occasionally. My home pastor’s name was Pastor (Stan) Carlson. The pastor at First at the time was Pastor (John) Carlson. Consequently, I thought all pastors were named “Pastor Carlson.”

It may have been because I was with my mom, but First Lutheran Church was very friendly when they greeted me as a visitor. At least 3 people greeted me warmly in the 5 minutes between our arrival and the beginning of worship. (Mom made us late. I would have been there at least 15 minutes early otherwise.)

First has a great sanctuary. I’ve always loved it. The room feels sort of diamond shaped with 2 walls of glass looking out over a beautiful lawn. The pews are arranged in a gentle v-shape, so that it almost feels like a church in the round… not quite, but almost. Front and center is a very traditional looking altar and pulpit arrangement.

The worship service was right out of the ELW (that’s our hymnal too), and was very straightforward.

The pastor at First is a woman. Now since women have been ordained for 30 years in the ELCA this is not the least bit surprising; but since the only pastor I’ve heard preach regularly for the past 9 years is a man (and me) it was a pleasant and noticeable difference. The pastor was poised and graceful in her leadership and had a preaching manner that was gentle and clear.

I don’t think women or men are inherently better in the role of pastor, but I do think that our gender often brings different gifts to that role. It’s hard for me to imagine a church without pastors of both genders.

I’ve long thought that Algona was the quintessential Iowa county-seat town. And so perhaps it’s not surprising that First Lutheran Church feels like the quintessential Iowa county-seat Lutheran church: traditional and friendly. (http://firstlutheranalgona.org/.)

That’s enough for now, more later.

Pastor

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

The Little Prince

A friend suggested I read The Little Prince by Antoine De Saint-Exupery. What a gift! It is a delightful mediation on the meaning of life and the nature of friendship. The book is too short and too beautiful to summarize in a few lines, so take a few minutes to read it. I’ll leave a copy on my desk. If anyone wants to borrow it, help yourself and pass it on.

Peace,

Pastor

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Sunday, June 13

Last weekend, I met a friend from high school in St. Paul, Minnesota, where she and her husband now live and work. Actually, we found each other a few months ago on facebook (where else?). She reminded me that we attended school together from kindergarten through graduation. It was fun to find an old friend from my childhood and they were very gracious hosts.

On Saturday afternoon we went to the Science Museum of Minnesota to catch the Dead Sea Scrolls exhibit. You can read more about it at: http://www.smm.org/scrolls/. In a nutshell, the Dead Sea Scrolls are ancient biblical and non-biblical texts found in the desert near the Dead Sea in 1947. The scrolls date to the time of Christ. The exhibit was fascinating.

As part of that exhibit, there was an exhibit of the Saint John’s Bible. This was a complete and very pleasant surprise for me. I have some of the Saint John’s Bible in my office (no I didn’t swipe it – it’s a reproduction that I bought). If you’d like to see more of this great project, check it out at http://www.smm.org/scrolls/familyguide/#saintjohnsbible.

On Sunday morning we attended a service at Unity Church-Unitarian in St. Paul. I don’t believe I’ve ever attended worship with a Unitarian congregation before and it was very interesting. My reflections on this experience might make more sense if you read a short synopsis on Unitarian Universalism: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Unitarian_Universalists.

The building looked like a nice and ordinary church. The service (from the worship folder, to the hymnal, to everything that was said and done) was structured like an ordinary worship service. The sanctuary was beautiful and packed! On this particular Sunday, they were celebrating the Unitarian equivalent of baptism, which they called a “Celebration of New Lives.”

There were a couple of things that pricked my Lutheran sensibilities. One of the pastors said something to the effect, “unlike creedal churches.” Lutherans are one of the creedal churches. We believe in the ancient creeds of the church (Nicene, Apostles, Athanasian). A creed is a statement of belief and it sets boundaries, which attempt to define what it means to be a Christian. This is the major difference between Lutherans and Unitarians. The pastor’s reference to this fact was really helpful, both as a teaching for their own members and as a disclosure to visitors.

One of the pastors said something dismissing the idea of original sin and called the children being celebrated “original blessings and fellow redeemers.” While I didn’t agree with that statement, it was beautiful and appealing. The idea of original sin is kind of off-putting to and misunderstood by most adults. It’s hard to look at a baby or small child and think of them as sinners. The true meaning of the concept though is something a little different and very important. Original sin means that the human condition is broken and therefore human beings are separated from God. This brokenness needs God to step down and say, “I love you and I forgive you, I will never leave you or forsake you.” In other words, the human condition (original sin) needs a gracious redeemer (God).

The final thing that felt strange to me about this service was that there were no readings from the Bible and very little conversation about God. In fact, I don’t remember Jesus’ name being mentioned even once, but I may have missed it. Instead there were readings and meditations from a variety of sources. The sermon was entitled “Real Self Reliance.”

After worship, I went to brunch with my friend and her neighbor, who is an active member of Unity Church. The brunch was delicious and the conversation was great. At one point, I asked the Unity member if the members of her church considered themselves Christians. She said she thought most probably did. I’m pretty sure she’s right and the denomination clearly has roots in Christianity.

But, it would be hard for a Lutheran to recognize as Christian the beliefs and practices of the Unitarian Church. In fact, since the hallmark of the Unitarian Church is a rejection of the Doctrine of the Trinity and the creeds, it would be impossible for a Lutheran to call this a Christian denomination. I don’t mean that as an insult, because I believe God loves all people: Jews and Gentiles, Christians and non-Christians, Catholics and Protestants, Atheists and Agnostics. Instead, I mean it as an observation about what is different between our two traditions.

And here is a curiosity… Intellectually I find a lot about the Unitarian tradition very appealing; for example their celebration of the human intellect and their respect for the individual’s search for the divine. I also appreciate their overt call to social action. Mainline Christians (like us) too often want to avoid any conversation that might be political. Unitarians (on the left) and others (on the right) feel that the natural consequence of a religious belief is social action: to protest or vote or volunteer. I think the Unitarian Church has a clearer understanding and does a better job of articulating this call to action, than our tradition does.

So here’s my general take on other denominations: I think each denomination tends to have some strengths that we could learn from, and each has a quality or belief that would cause of us to celebrate what it means to be Lutheran. I want to explore this some more as I visit other churches this summer.

Last weekend was a great experience! Next Sunday, I hope to worship at my parents’ ELCA Lutheran church in Algona, but finally we’ll have to wait and see where the wind blows.

Peace,

Pastor

Saturday, June 12, 2010

The North Shore -- June 11, 2010

The North Shore

When Dale Christensen heard that I was going to be in northern Wisconsin for the first few weeks of my sabbatical, he suggested that I might enjoy Split Rock State Park and Gooseberry Falls State Park on the North Shore, which is an hour north of Duluth, Minnesota on Lake Superior. So, I went and he was right: spectacular! (check out the photos.)

The main feature of Split Rock State Park is a beautiful old lighthouse, which for approximately 50 years helped ships navigate the dangerous waters of Lake Superior. Talk about a metaphor: a beacon in the night, a light shining in the darkness, dangerous waters. And if you add the fog horn, you have a voice calling out in the wilderness!

Gooseberry Falls was gorgeous. Later, I stopped for pie at the famous Betty’s Pies near Twin Harbor: pecan pie with a cup of great coffee.

And then there was the drive. Do you remember a little over a year ago, when I bought my car? What did you think of that? Silly? Self-indulgent? Preposterous? Don’t worry that’s what I was thinking too. “There goes Bill Bernau, a walking, talking (driving) cliché.”

Fine… I can take it. When I bought that car, I could imagine the perfect drive. Thursday I took the perfect drive. There is a scenic highway along Lake Superior from Duluth to Split Rock State Park: perfect, absolutely perfect.

So today I am thankful and happy. I’m thankful to God for creating such a beautiful world. And I’m thankful for Dale Christensen’s pointing me to one little corner of that world.

And now I’m off to St. Paul to see the Dead Sea Scrolls and some old friends.

By the way, I’ve been reading too…

I’ve caught up on some professional magazines: The Lutheran, Working Preacher, People, Christianity Today.

Catch 22 by Joseph Heller. Brilliant! It’s been a classic since before I was born, so why did it take me 45 years to pick it up? The book opens like a silly dream, in which nothing really makes sense and in that way it feels like a celebration of the absurd. It closes like a nightmare. Heller is not only lampooning the military bureaucracies which are a constant character in the book, but also war, capitalism, democracies and religion. There are three or four scenes in the book about God and Christ and prayer and religion that were priceless for me.

Brief Encounters with Che Guevara by Ben Fountain. Honestly this book just isn’t doing much for me and now halfway through it, I have to decide whether or not to continue.

Self-made Man by Norah Vincent. This is a really fun and fascinating book. In a nutshell the author effectively disguises herself as a man and then tries to experience the world from a man’s perspective enabling her to consider how a “man’s world” differs from a “woman’s world.” If you’re interested in the differences between men and women, this is a book worth checking out.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Gloria Dei in Duluth

First Lutheran in Duluth

June 6, 2010

Two churches on June 6, 2010

Late in the week, I decided that I would go to Duluth for my first Sunday of visiting. This will probably be as far north as I get on this sabbatical and I liked the idea of starting at a farthest point. But what church? The ELCA webpage has a great congregation finder (www.elca.org) and there are a lot of Lutherans in this part of the world. I browsed through the list and decided on two.

First Lutheran Church, Duluth Minnesota

Membership 1998, Average Attendance 372

First Lutheran Church has its historic roots in the Lutheran faith brought to Duluth by Norwegian immigrants. The Early First Lutheran Church, established in 1870 and Bethesda Lutheran Church, formed in 1892, merged for form the present congregation in 1945. Church buildings in the East hillside were replaced by the present building in 1950. Throughout its history the congregation has given visible and spiritual testament to the life and work of our Lord. (from their webpage)

Duluth is a two hour drive from where I’m staying, so I got up early to arrive in time for the 8:30 service. It was a beautiful drive: fog and trees and cows and deer and a very big lake!

The building (not the most important thing about a congregation, but the first most visible thing) was located on the north side of downtown. It was obviously built in the 1950’s and obviously built for a large congregation. At 8:15 am, the ushers (older men in suits) greeted me at the door and handed me a worship bulletin. They were very professional about it. I’m pretty sure they had done it before. Since I had been drinking coffee, I needed a bathroom. It wasn’t obvious where it was, but I found one in the basement.

No one was too friendly or too unfriendly. A nice older woman sat down beside me and as communion was beginning, she whispered “intinction.” She meant that we would be receiving communion by dipping a wafer into the wine. It was a very helpful whisper.

The sermon was poignant. Not so much because of what was said, but rather by who was talking about what. The senior pastor is April Larson. The text was from Luke and was about Jesus raising the widow of Nain’s son. April Larson’s son Ben was killed in the Haiti earthquake. She never mentioned her son directly, but you could sort of feel that he was on her mind. It was powerful for that reason.

A few things really struck me about this service. First, it’s easier to walk into a strange church when it’s large. There is a sense of anonymity that is helpful for a new person. Second, like many, perhaps most ELCA congregations this one was older, older than our church anyway. That’s not a bad thing, it’s just noticeable.

The third thing I noticed, and this is something that I will need to work on this summer, it’s hard to be the listener instead of the preacher. The sermon was fine, but still I found my attention wandering and then I got kind of sleepy. Is it the preacher’s fault or the listener’s or both? Hmmm…

Finally, the liturgy and hymns were from the ELW (that’s the one we use too). I recognized the liturgy as one that was familiar from my youth. This is a nice feeling, like I belong here even though I’m many miles from home.

Gloria Dei Lutheran Church, Duluth Minnesota

Membership 304, Average Attendance 104

My second church was only a few blocks away and I got there in time of the 10 am service.

The congregation was established in 1870 and its sanctuary would remind you of Capital Hill Lutheran’s in Des Moines. I think Gloria Dei must be an old Swedish Lutheran congregation, and at one time it must have been a large downtown sort of church.

There were about a 100 people in worship in a sanctuary that could easily hold 3 or 4 hundred. Those gathered seemed slightly younger and more diverse than First Lutheran. Everything was very tradition: liturgy, hymns, vestments, etc. But there was a nice band up front: 2 vocalists, a guitar and a bass and maybe something else. They didn’t play along with every song or piece of music. It was nice, especially the vocalists. There was also a choir in the balcony. They used a different liturgy from the ELW and it also felt nicely familiar.

The pastor was a tall, skinny, in his 30’s, white guy. His manner and earnestness would remind you a bit of a young Jimmy Stewart. He preached a very nice sermon on the same text from Luke. He preached from a high pulpit, which I enjoyed. He was easy to see and easy to hear.

Both of the sermons I heard on this Sunday would make a Lutheran Theologian proud. Both of them announced the good news of what God has done and is doing in Jesus Christ. And both them in their own way invited us to imagine our own response to the good news.

I’m collecting bulletins from the churches I visit. (Proof... that I'm not just making this stuff up.) This is going to be a fun summer. How was church at Grace? Pastor Holmes is one of my favorite colleagues. I hope you enjoy each other.

Peace,

Pastor

Friday, June 4, 2010

June 4, 2010

A good start to my sabbatical. I’m in Birchwood, Wisconsin for a little rest and relaxation.

I stopped and spent some quality time with Mom and Dad. It’s fun to stay up late talking about life and family. I have great parents.

Spent a fun morning with my grandpa, who is 96. His health is fading, but his mind is pitch perfect. We were talking about an adventure he had in Los Angeles, California in 1958. I asked him, “How much did you pay for the hotel you stayed in?” He said, “Oh, I don’t know 8 or 9 dollars a night.” Later I found the receipt: $8.50 a night! He has great stories and tells them well.

Among my blessings is the fact that I knew all of my grandparents as an adult. Great and interesting people, each and every one.

On my way to Birchwood, I stopped for a long visit with my brother and sister-in-law, who live in Rochester, Minnesota. My sister-in-law has a wonderfully cheerful spirit. I am kind of interested in my siblings’ spouses. How they are similar to each other and how they appeal to my siblings. My brother Dave (I have two) is really smart and funny. We have a lot of interests in common, so he is always fun to talk to.

Now I am at a beautiful and peaceful lake near Birchwood. I woke up to the sound of rain in the woods.

Today I’m going to get some provisions (I’m hungry.) and start a good book. I also need to find a church to attend on Sunday, maybe in Duluth.

Be well.

Pastor