Beloved of God,

There’s been a lot of wrestling going on in our household these weeks as we grapple with the new rhythm that comes with having both kids in school full time for the first time.  We’ve been working on a morning routine that gets everyone up, fed, and out the door to school in time—without eruptions or flares of impatience.  And we’ve been helping our children negotiate the expectations that come with being a 4th grader and Kindergartener.  When we’re at our best, everything flows smoothly, like a well-choreographed dance.  And when we’re less than our best…well—I know you’ve been there!

There are moments in our lives when we can see change coming, can feel the tide shifting, the season changing, and we know that we will not be able to return to what once was.  These moments can be exhilarating as well as frightening, full of hope as well as grief.  Inevitably, they leave their mark on us.

In a story we’ll hear in worship this month, Jacob experiences one of those moments…a wrestling match on the bank of an ancient river.  You remember Jacob—second born twin of Isaac and Rebekah who robbed his brother Esau of both his birthright and his father’s blessing and then skipped town.  Twenty years and a lot of water have passed under the bridge since Jacob and Esau last set eyes on each other.  And Jacob has done quite well for himself.  In spite of his underhanded ways, God has blessed him and he has prospered.   Now, as Jacob travels with his family and all he has acquired toward the home territory he once knew, word reaches him that brother Esau is heading his way with 400 men.  Jacob is scared spitless!  As darkness descends, Jacob sends family, servants and possessions across the ford of the river.  He will spend the night alone.

Suddenly, out of the shadows, a Stranger leaps on him—who is it?  Esau?  A demon from the river?  All night long they wrestle each other—each one struggling for enough of an advantage to claim victory.

As the first hint of light touches the eastern sky, Jacob—now wounded—wrests a blessing from his Adversary, who, it turns out, is none other than God himself.  As Jacob, now free, limps toward the river ford at dawn, he carries a new name—and a new identity:  ISRAEL – Striver, Contender, Wrestler with God.

Everywhere we look these days high stakes wrestling matches are going down.  As I write, the Federal government  is shutting down while Congressional leaders circle each other in a senseless contest that keeps repeating itself over and again—with real consequences for our nation—especially the more vulnerable among us.  The newly released United Nations report on climate change introduces the most convincing scientific data to date on the reality of global warming, while those would deny this reality still cling to their ideological positions with religious fervor.  Meanwhile, closer to home, I-522 proponents and opponents are setting new $$$ records in that initiative battle on GMO labeling, leaving us voters with the challenge of deciphering it all.  The list goes on and on… Perhaps the most challenging wrestling match is the internal one each of us undergoes in deciding which of the myriad issues facing our state and nation deserves our careful attention, our advocacy, our voice.

God loves a good wrestling match.  Jesus was willing to go to the mat against the principalities and powers of this world bent on eviscerating our trust in the one true God whose mercy endures forever.  But God raised him on the third day, and his resurrection forever changes the odds we face in our battles with whatever comes our way.  With Christ in our corner, the odds have shifted permanently in our favor.As Brother Martin affirmed in his famous hymn:

Struggle is an important part of life—we struggle for clarity on purpose and direction, we wrestle with getting our relationships right and with challenges that face our families and our communities.  As followers of Christ, we pay particular attention to the fate of the last, the least, and the lost.  Our struggle on their behalf is part and parcel of the call we received in baptism.  In a world in which there are no easy answers, we still have a something and someone to guide us.  He is the one who went to mat for us all.  The one who said:  Love your neighbor as yourself.

With you on the Way,

Pastor Erik

Beloved of God,

It started, innocently enough, as a seemingly random conversation about shoes.  But it didn’t stay there.

We were at REI in June, picking up a few items for summer travels when Chris fell into a conversation with the woman in the checkout line next to her (Mary by name) about the sturdy shoes the woman was wearing. By degrees that conversation between Chris and Mary about shoes became a conversation about our hoped for Sabbatical, and when that happened, it moved onto holy ground. 

Mary: WHERE MIGHT YOU GO FOR SABBATICAL?

Chris: Europe.

Mary: WHERE IN EUROPE?

Chris: Scotland.

Mary: AND WHERE IN SCOTLAND?

Chris: A small island off the West Coast called Iona.

Mary: I JUST RETURNED FROM IONA.  I LEAD PILGRIMAGES THERE, AND HAVE WRITTEN A BOOK ABOUT HOW TO PREPARE SPIRITUALLY FOR A TRIP TO IONA…

Chris: [Jaw drops]

A few days later we received an email from Mary, affirming our serendipitous meeting:

“I truly delight in these sorts of exchanges and, since you have already engaged the pilgrim’s path, you now walk in a way that no encounter is happenchance or without deep import!  Even when simply asking a stranger in line at REI about her shoes!! [1]

Oh, how thin is the veil between the mundane and the sacred!  In days that followed we came to see our encounter with Mary as providential and a great affirmation of what we were hoping to do.  In fact, that encounter with Mary led us to conclude that even if Christian Theological Seminary (CTS) turned down our Lilly grant application, we would somehow summon the resources necessary to continue with the portion of the sabbatical vision that included Iona.

Fast forward to August 15…We knew CTS would be communicating its decision during the final weeks of August, but we didn’t know how it would come—via mail, phone, or email.  After losing sleep over it, I finally contacted CTS via email to ask how their decision would be disseminated.  Five minutes after hitting SEND, the reply came to my INBOX:

“Letters went out by USPS yesterday and will arrive at your congregation’s mailing address any day now!”

That reply guaranteed more sleepless nights as we waited for the letter to arrive.  Then, finally, on Saturday the 17th, while working with a crew on the Little Free Library project at Peace, I spied the approaching mailman and intercepted him as he headed our way. Among that handful of mail I spotted the return address of Christian Theological Seminary on two letters—and my heart skipped a beat.  I immediately went inside to let Chris know it had arrived. She ran up the stairs and we both took refuge in my office.  Sitting at my desk, I stared at the envelope with my name on it, my hands shaking.  I wanted to say something, to utter a prayer, but could not.  The power of the long journey leading to this moment, the investment on the part of so many, and my own deeply held dreams all combined and I was overwhelmed. 

As Chris held me, I gestured for her to pray, and from her mouth came the most beautiful and eloquent prayer of thanksgiving and release—affirming that whatever the outcome, we knew our lives would continue to rest in God’s hands.  Then, reaching for the scissors, I slit open the envelope, opened the letter, and read:

“Dear Erik, It is a pleasure to inform you…”  Oh!  Those sublime and long awaited words!  THE ANSWER WAS YES!!!

Our plans and those of the congregation would be fully funded.  Gathering our kids and holding each other in a circle, we shared the news.  Hugs and joy and dances all around…

Sharing this news has been a great joy for us in recent days.  And now, as the calendar shifts toward fall, we’ll be moving together from the “Sabbatical-that-might-be” to the “Sabbatical-that-will-be.”  We offer our deep gratitude to the Sabbatical Planning team – Michael and Lisa B, Donna K, Eldon O, Kathy P, and David W—without whom these efforts would not have succeeded, and to the Council leaders and congregation for embracing this possibility.  The gift is so astounding; we are humbled as well as energized.  We know that many other letters bore news of a different outcome, and so our elation is coupled with a heightened sense of responsibility to steward this marvelous opportunity in fullest measure.  Thank you for your prayers, your support, and for your willingness to embark on this journey together in the year ahead.

As September begins, many opportunities for shared ministry are before us.  God’s Work – Our Hands is more than a motto, it’s a way of life for God’s people.  And this life we share is immeasurably richer with each person present.

I look forward to reconnecting with you as the fall unfolds.

With you on the Way,

Pastor Erik

Beloved of God,

Summer is upon us—this year breaking the standing rule in these parts by showing up well before the 5th of July!

I spent one recent 90⁰+ day with my daughter Megan in Portland, where we found refuge from the heat in Portland’s exquisite Japanese Garden.  Nestled in the hills west of downtown among tall Douglas Firs, the Japanese Garden is celebrated as the most authentic Japanese Garden outside of Japan.   Inspired by a desire to cultivate stronger ties with Portland’s sister city, Sapporo, Japan, the Japanese Garden Society of Oregon commissioned Takuma Tono to design and supervise the development of the garden in 1963.  In the summer of 1967 it was formally opened to the public.

The garden opened late the Monday we were there, but because we were among the first to enter, we were able to take advantage of the unique atmosphere offered by each of the five separate garden areas without the pressure of a large crowd.  The experience lived up to its billing: among the carefully placed stones, water features and plants, I felt serenity descend upon me.  Such an experience is meant to be savored, and I left the garden restored.

The Japanese Garden represents an idealized evocation of the natural world in which human beings, through ingenuity, knowledge of nature, artistic sensibility, and spiritual vision, create a landscape that celebrates the gifts of creation and soothes the soul.  I look forward to returning again.

During these precious summer months, reconnecting with the natural world is high on my family’s list of priorities, and we look forward to road trips that will take us to western Montana, to the San Juan Islands, and to Central Oregon.  These road trips give us access to the larger landscapes of the Pacific Northwest—its mountains, rivers, lakes, and ocean waters—and through these experiences we find ourselves renewed and grounded once again with a sense of place.

In his book, Rainbow of Mysteries: Meeting the Sacred in Nature, Australian Lutheran theologian Norman Habel, in his ninth decade of life, writes about his still evolving spiritual understanding of place and how it has shaped who he is and his understanding of who we are as “Earth beings.”  Meditating on the prophet Isaiah’s encounter with the Sacred in the Temple (see quote above) as refracted through his own spiritual experiences of sacred Presence, Habel articulates a new grounding point for understanding the place of human beings in relation to the Divine and in relation to creation:

“The mystery of Presence challenges me to reconsider the very nature of God.  I can no longer resonate with an omnipotent ruler outside of the cosmos who intervenes as necessary.  Nor can I accept those past doctrines that separate God from nature.  My starting point is now the cry of the Seraphim that the presence of God fills planet Earth.  I now understand their words to mean: ‘The Presence which is God fills the cosmos and is revealed before our very eyes through this planet.’ God is that sacred Presence that permeates creation and is revealed through nature.” (p. 48)

“I am not only a human being,” he continues, “I am an Earth being…I belong to a fragile web of interconnected and interdependent fragments and forces on this planet.  And the matter that emanated from primordial times in the cosmos evolved into conscious Earth Beings, who reflect the spiritual imbedded in the material.  Matter and spirit are not separate.” (p. 54)

Is it possible to wrest new meanings from ancient Biblical texts in such a way that they lift and carry us, like a boat on rising river waters, over long embedded traditions to new places of insight and understanding?  Habel thinks it is. As our Season of Creation planning team prepares for our annual observance of that four week Season this fall, he has become one of our dialog partners and his musings offer much food for thought.

Wherever this summer finds you, whatever landscapes you frequent, may you find yourself echoing the chorus of the Seraphim: “HOLY, HOLY, HOLY is the LORD of hosts; the whole earth is full of God’s glory!”

With you on the Way,

Pastor Erik

Joyful Servants!

Over 27 years of ministry I’ve found precious few of the synod assemblies I’ve attended to be memorable.  Several have been contentious; others routine.  A number have seen the same old resolutions cycled through over and again.  Only a few have retained, for me, the sense of spiritual power and uplift that has endured beyond the weekend.  Our assembly in May falls in that rare category.

Kathleen and Bob, in the article below, have done a great job capturing some of specifics which contributed to making this assembly memorable.  The presence of our Presiding Bishop Mark Hanson was certainly part of that—what a gifted leader!  I wish you all could have been present to hear Mark, and more importantly, to sense how clearly he has his finger on the pulse of the context, the challenges, and the opportunities before us as the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America as we seek to make Christ known.  Bishop Mark brought his wit—and a sprinkle of vinegar—to the assembly, supporting and challenging us and calling us to deeper reflection of how we can be the church for and with those outside our doors.   He also brought his trust and confidence in the Spirit’s presence as he led us through the stages of electing a new synodical Bishop.

Our synod’s purposeful process, unique among the 65 synods of the ELCA, was handled superbly, and infused with prayer at every turn.  The fifteen gifted, articulate, and courageous pastors who had been nominated for the office all acquitted themselves admirably and gracefully.  As the field of candidates narrowed, and each candidate spoke about her/his core sense of where the church should go and how we might get there, I came away with a profound sense of hope for the future of the church.  I can say without hesitation, in the words of the author of Acts, “it seemed good to the Holy Spirit and to us” that Pastor Kirby Unti was called to the role of Bishop.  I hope you will join me in prayer in support of Kirby and his wife Kim as he makes the transition to this new office.

Delores Dufner’s hymn quoted above captures the sense of vigor to which the Spirit is calling us as God’s people in West Seattle.  I especially like the line, “to scatter joy like seed.” There’s much to be joyful about as we mark this month together:  we’ll celebrate with graduates preparing to take the next big step; we’ll witness our young people taking on leadership roles and our little ones lifting their voices to declare “Jesus loves me, this I know,” we’ll welcome new members into the fellowship of our congregation, making room for their voices, their gifts, their partnership.

Let’s not forget that the joy we experience and share between each other and within these walls is meant to be scattered—not kept! One question Bishop Hanson posed to us was this:  Would there be any noticeable impact to the neighborhood in which your congregation resides if the church were to close?  If so, what would the impact be? I’m curious how you would answer the question.  The follow up question approaches the same topic from a different angle: How is our congregation writing the next chapter in the book of Acts? Indeed, this is the core mission we must always keep before us.  And the beauty is, God has supplied us with ample talent, vision, and vigor to do just that!

Your partner in joy, Pastor Erik

People of Spirit!

The month of May is a rich one, calling for your participation and celebration on a number of fronts. Below you’ll read about EARTH CELEBRATION / ROGATION SUNDAY, May 5th.  So far, the weatherman’s forecast matches our hopes for the day:  sunny and warm!  It’s a day which will include spirited activities that activate our senses and connect us to the Earth, to our neighbors, and to one another.  Please come and be part of it!

While Peace and Calvary women are Playing with Fire on Vashon May 10-11, congregations throughout our synod will be anticipating the NW Wash. Synod Assembly at which we will elect a new Bishop.  The theme for this year’s gathering, which marks the 25th anniversary of the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America, is ALWAYS BEING MADE NEW.  Sixteen nominees for the office of bishop are part of the process, and each week we will continue to pray for the Spirit to brood over them—and over us who will be responsible for casting ballots during the May 16-18 Assembly.  I am grateful to Bishop Chris Boerger for the excellent leadership he has exhibited during his 12 years in this role.  He has been a faithful and articulate proclaimer of the gospel and a steady partner with the congregations and ministries of our synod during a time of great challenge and change.  I look forward to celebrating his service to our synod on Thursday evening, May 16, at Trinity Lutheran, Lynwood.  Let me know if you are interested in attending.  The Rev. Jan Nesse has been his partner during these years, and I’ll be forever grateful that she included my name with others that were given to the Call Committee of Peace in 2004.  The rest of the synod staff are such talented and generous folk—we really are blessed.  Bishop Boerger’s final column (full article published below) names the hope we share as church:

The same weekend we elect a new Bishop, the wind and flames of Pentecost will descend on us once more when five young men of our congregation affirm their baptismal covenant in the Rite of Confirmation, May 19th.  What a day of joy and blessing that will be!  At a recent breakfast, an elder told of how he marvels when he sees the continuing participation of our young people at Peace—beyond Confirmation and even beyond high school.  God is continually remaking the church, and giving us reason to hope.  As we open ourselves to God’s future, we expand the range of possibilities for our personal ministries as well.  Rooted and grounded in the love of God in Christ Jesus, there is no limit to what the Spirit can do within us and through us.

God bless your growing!

Pastor Erik

“There is no fear in love, for perfect love casts out fear.” – 1 John 4:18

Easter People!

What a joy to be on this side of the tomb—the empty tomb, that is—for Christ is risen indeed!  Alleluia!

And yet, even though the resurrection is where we belong—this place toward which God has been moving us all along—still it doesn’t take much for gravity to pull us back into the great ditch of FEAR.

The longer I live the more apparent it becomes that the decisions we human beings make, on all levels, both individually and collectively, are made not on the basis of faith in the God of resurrection and life, but rather on the basis of fear.  Political leaders use fear as a tactic for forwarding ideological agendas; interest groups use fear to motivate their constituencies; fear of losing valued relationships keeps us from having honest conversations; fear of reprisal prevents us from sharing our true experience; fear of change leads us to dig in our heels even when that change may be the prompting of God’s Spirit.  I’ve come to believe that the opposite of faith is not doubt but fear.

In each of the gospels, the first reaction of Christ’s followers to his resurrection is not joy but overwhelming fear.  Whether they find themselves facing a heavenly emissary or the Lord himself, they are terrified!  And the first words from divine messenger or risen Lord are: Be not afraid. Christ knows how paralyzing fear can be.  He knows how, when push comes to shove, trust is often the first to go.  And he knows that fear often holds controlling interest in the stock of human emotions.  So it is no surprise that when Jesus speaks to his community as their risen Lord, he begins his greeting with the words, Peace be with you.  Do not be afraid. As Easter people who have been marked with the cross of Christ forever, we are called to live our daily lives and our life in community in the context of a deep trust in our risen Savior.

So, what does that deep trust look like? It has many guises.  Like that of a prayer shawl, blessed by the fingers and prayers of those who knit it; a shawl which now rests on the shoulders of “Georgia”—as she faces a fourth surgery on a broken leg that refuses to heal; a mantle which embodies Christ’s compassionate presence and the mystery of God’s healing power.  What does that deep trust look like? Like a group of young people eagerly serving a meal to a group of homeless men at the Compass Housing Alliance, providing food for the body and conversation for the soul.  What does that deep trust look like? Like a 90 year old woman who, on death’s door, tells me she’s ready to “run to Jesus.”

The First Lessons throughout the Easter season, taken from ACTS, tell again and again of how God’s agents “wrench life from death.”  These powerful stories, says theologian William Willimon, are not so trivial as to be explained:

“The stories can only be told and heard, asserted, inserted into life as they are thrust into the flow of Acts…they proclaim that our history is not closed…they announce a new age, an age where reality is not based upon rigid logic or cause-effect circumstances but upon God’s promise…Every time a couple of little stories like these are faithfully told by the church, the social system of paralysis and death is rendered null and void.  The church comes out and speaks the evangelical and prophetic “RISE!” and nothing is every quite the same.”[1]

Easter people—and that is what we are!—look at the world and their own experience through the lens of Christ’s resurrection. We have been liberated from the shackles of fear and that liberation makes a difference in how we view ourselves, our mission, and the world.   Because of this, we are alert to signs of God’s transforming presence and responsive when God calls us to be about God’s business.

You see, when it comes to fear, God holds the trump card. God’s perfect love, enfleshed in the life, death, and resurrection of Jesus, casts out fear.  Gets rid of it completely.  Not that fear doesn’t try to creep back in.  But when fear begins to exert influence on us, when we feel it slinking into our thoughts and trying to take hold of our minds and pull us back into the ditch, we recall the words of Jesus:  “Peace I leave with you, my peace I give to you. Do not let your hearts be troubled, and do not let them be afraid.” And as his words of promise take hold of us, fear is once more set aside, and faith takes its place.  What a privilege it is to live in that place together!  Thanks be to God!

Pastor Erik

[1] William Willimon, Acts Interpretation Commentary, p. 85, 86.

Sojourners all,

Walt Wangerin’s observation about the kinds of mirrors we encounter in life begins in hypothetical mode.  But everything shifts with his next sentence:  “My wife is such a mirror.” Suddenly, those hypothetical “mirrors of veracity” become real, and the consequences of sin in the most intimate relationship shows itself glaringly, truthfully.

Lent is a season of mirrors.  During these 40 days the layers that insulate us from the truth about ourselves, the truth about our human species, are slowly striped away until finally, standing naked before the One who formed us from the clay and breathed life into us, we see the truth.

“Oh, what a coward I am, and what a fool!  Only when I have the courage fully to look, clearly to know myself—even the evil of myself—will I admit my need for healing.  But If I look away from her whom I have hurt, I have also turned away from her who might forgive me.  I reject the very source of my healing.”

In the ancient baptismal rite of the early church, before descending into the waters, candidates turned their faces to the West and proclaimed their rejection of all the forces of evil, the devil and all his empty promises.  Then, turning eastward, they entered into the waters of rebirth and were washed in the name of the Triune God and given new names to match their new identity.  Emerging from the pool, fragrant with oil and wrapped in the white robe of Christ’s righteousness, they were ushered into the community for their first Eucharistic feast.  It was an experience that helped to recast their lives, to form them and to graft them unto Christ the Vine.  These profound symbols and actions helped bind the newly baptized to their new way of being in the world, a way toward which the world was deeply hostile.  These same symbols still call to us, forming the core of our identity as Christians in this 21^st century.

Before we can say YES to God, we must say NO to all that would separate us from God—from within and without. The journey of Lent is, in part, about gazing into that mirror.  But that’s not its only purpose.  If we come away from this Lenten sojourn knowing only what is wrong with us, only beating our breasts in shame and sorrow, then the season will be incomplete and, finally, of little value.  The grace of this season is that this is not the only thing the mirror shows us.  Gazing into the mirror with Christ there beside us, we see the tremendous truth of his grace and forgiveness.  His self-emptying on the cross shows in fullest measure the lengths God is willing to go to embrace this errant race and turn us toward healing.  His resurrection affirms the truth that death and decay will not have the final word; that transformation is God’s ultimate goal.

As we look into the mirror this season provides, we look with an honesty born of the cross and a hope born of the resurrection.  And through this lens we see more than our shortcomings and needs—we see our gifts and our vocation.  We live toward the promise that “when anyone is in Christ there is a new creation…and everything has become new.” (2 Cor. 5:17)  This is our journey.  What a profound privilege that we can make it together.

With you on the way.

Pastor Erik

Beloved in the Lord,

Something strange caught my eye as I approached the water’s edge at Lincoln Park last month.  One hundred yards down the shore I saw what looked like a man walking parallel to the beach in chest deep water.  Was he in distress? Was he coming to the aid of someone or something else—man or beast—that I couldn’t see?  Was he some latter day Moses seeking a way to cross the sound?  Did he require rescue?  My mind raced through a dozen scenarios that might explain why someone would be wading in Puget Sound on a sub-40 degree January day. The polar bear plungers had done their thing on New Year’s Day—most of them dashing into the water and then out again in a matter of seconds.  But this guy (yes, I could see now he was a guy) seemed in no hurry whatsoever as he walked steadily further away from me in no apparent distress. Convinced that no action on my part was required (thank goodness!), my caution turned to curiosity and I simply watched him.

A few minutes later he turned and headed for shore, and then, when he hit land, began jogging on the path in my direction wearing only a t-shirt, shorts and running shoes—and, oh yes, he wore a smile on his face, too.  As he headed for the men’s bathroom, I turned to follow him—I had to find out what made this guy tick!

YOU DO THAT OFTEN? I asked him, trying to sound nonchalant as we stood in the restroom taking care of business. ABOUT ONCE A MONTH, he said; and before I could get out another question, he was out of the restroom and gone.

Since that encounter 10 days ago, I’ve been wondering what could explain how wading in water in the middle of winter brought this man such deep satisfaction.

As we begin the season of Lent this month, we hear God’s summons to Wade in the Water of baptism.  Each year, with ashes on our forehead, we respond to God’s call to return again to the basics of our spiritual lives:  to the covenant God made with us in baptism; to an acknowledgment of our earthbound existence; to the practices of prayer and fasting and acts of love and generosity which lead us back to the core of who we are and why we’re here.  The loss of four Peace elders in the first month of this year drives the truth home: dust you are, and to dust you shall return.  How, then, shall we live?  I didn’t talk long enough with the man who waded in the water of Puget Sound to find out if he was a Christian or not, but the scene of him wading there has become a new and powerful image of the baptized life—complete with smile.

Preaching to new converts preparing for baptism, 4th century Bishop Maximus tells them:

“In the baptism of the Savior the blessing which flowed down like a spiritual stream touched the outpouring of every flood and the course of every stream.  We must be baptized by the same stream as the Savior was. But in order to be dipped in the same water, we do not require the regions of the East nor the river in Jewish lands, for now Christ is everywhere and the Jordan is everywhere. The same consecration that blessed the rivers of the East sanctifies the waters of the West. Thus even if perchance a river should have some other name in this world, there is in it nonetheless the mystery of the Jordan.”

Waters threaten death and bring life. They protect us in our mothers’ wombs and then bear us out into the world. They are full of danger and full of promise.

We in the Northwest are fortunate to have plentiful water resources. When I look west on clear days and see the snow pack on the Olympics I breathe a sigh of relief.  The Earth Summit event I attended recently affirmed again that in years to come, as water resources become more and more precious, the bountiful waters of this region will draw people here as never before.  But the quantity of water isn’t the only issue. The quality of these waters, and how they support life that’s also at stake.  What St. Maximus knew in the 4th century we are coming to see now in a new way, that the waters of the Jordan—full of danger, full of promise—make all waters holy, all streams sacred, and protecting the water that fills our font and the fonts of every Christian community around the world is the vocation of every Christian congregation and community wherever they may be.

Like the man I saw in the waters of the Sound, we too are drawn, by the Spirit’s call, to wade in the waters and find our lives reinvigorated and renewed.  Our baptism isn’t something that just happened to happen to us at one time in our lives; it’s the core of who we are and whose we are now.  When Jesus was baptized, the Holy Spirit affirmed his identity as a beloved son of God and then sent him on his mission to the world.  That mission took him first through the wilderness, a 40 days sojourn that shaped his public ministry in profound ways.  Now, once again, it’s our turn. 

The water that touched us—and touches us still—is that same water, and every day, every moment it blesses our lives by calling us back to remind us who we are. Once we pass through these waters, our lives cannot remain the same, for to wade in baptismal water is to answer God’s invitation to go deep with Jesus Christ.  And when we wade in those baptismal waters, we never wade alone. Christ wades in the water with us, and gives us a name and a destiny and a community to surround us and to buoy us up when we get in above our heads.  Trusting this promise, we journey together once more.

Pastor Erik

Beloved in the Lord,

We were in Leavenworth with Chris’s family, marking Naomi’s birthday on New Year’s Eve and the dawning of the New Year with a parcel of visiting cousins we were meeting for the very first time.  Soon after arriving at their home along Icicle Creek, I was called to help my brother in law Doug remove the Tree that had stood at the center of Christmas celebrations the week before.  He was determined that there would be no lingering Tree this year; no waiting until February before disposing of it.  This year a new tradition would be inaugurated: the burning of the Christmas Tree as one year ended and another began.  It was the kind of tradition I could definitely get behind!  We carried the Tree out away from the house and planted it in the adjacent field in the two+ feet of snow that covered the ground. There it stood, upright and firm.

The plan was simple.  When fireworks were set off later that night the biggest one would be placed beneath the outstretched branches of the Tree, thus igniting its needles and creating an amazing pyrotechnic display.   As a guy who can sit around for hours watching fires, let me say that I was all over this idea.  With the Tree now in place, Doug used the snow blower to clear a space a safe distance away where we would bring the portable fire pit and chairs, while Kai and I went to work gathering wood for the bonfire.

All the elements were present to make it a truly memorable night: the snow-covered field…calm weather…a crackling fire.  As night descended, the adults gathered around the bonfire while the younger ones went searching for icicles to add to their collections.  Finally, the moment arrived.  After some preliminary rocket displays, nephew Aiden placed the Big Bertha of fireworks at the base of the Tree, tilting it so the trajectory of its flares would stream right through the branches.  Then, lighting the fuse he stood back.  All eyes were glued to the Tree as the fireworks began to fly!

You remember how susceptible Christmas trees are to burning, right?  It’s one of those axioms of modern domestic life—“Never attempt to burn a Christmas tree in your fireplace at home; there could be dire consequences.” (I know a man who actually tried this once…an L.A. firefighter no less!  You should have seen the look on his face when his neighbors, seeing the billows of smoke erupting from his chimney, called 911 and the clarion call of fire engine sirens came hurtling down the block!  But that’s another story…) Well, it turns out this Tree was not.  Not one branch or even needle of the tree actually burned.  Some were scorched, yes, but that was about it.  I guess it wasn’t dry enough yet.  The kids went into the house while those of us who remained turned our attention to the crackling fire in the pit once more.  It seemed that this was one tradition that would have to be tweaked a bit in order to match the vision of blazing glory our minds had so readily imagined.

As we turn the page each January, it is our nature to hope that the failures, flare-outs, and ill-conceived ideas of the year past will not make it with us into the New Year.  Oh! that it would be so!  We fervently long for a new order, within us and between us, where fear, violence, and dread no longer hold sway.  As people whose destiny is shaped by hope, we are learning to put our trust not in our own plans but in God’s purposes.

Isaiah captured that purpose when he spoke of God’s salvation as a “burning torch” that would light the way for God’s people.  A torch of such magnitude that it would dispel the bleak darkness of exile and usher in a new way of being and living that would bring the community into alignment with what our Creator has intended from the beginning. That light has come in Jesus.  The feast of Epiphany with which this New Year begins invites us to embrace his light, to have our eyes—like those of the Magi—opened to see just what God is up to in this one who turns plain water into the wine of community.  As 2013 unfolds, let us strive to keep our eyes focused—even glued—on him.  For he is truly the light no darkness can overcome.

New Year’s Blessings,

Pastor Erik

Beloved of God,

The story of how God’s love takes on flesh in the world and in our lives can be spoken in many different voices.  It can be expressed in the language of theology and through the words of philosophical inquiry.  It can be told through the lens of history, with specificity and detail.  But I find the story to be most powerful when it is most intimate. This Advent, as we begin year three of the common lectionary cycle—the year of LUKE—we get a full dose of Luke’s masterful telling of God coming into the flesh and acquiring an address on earth.

The story of Jesus’ origins and birth, which unfold bit-by-bit and song-by-song in Luke’s gospel, offers us an insider’s perspective.  We become privileged eavesdroppers and witnesses to scenes which are highly personal and even private.  Luke does not leave us standing outside of the locations or the minds of the story’s chief characters as detached observers, but rather brings us inside in his intimate portrayal.  The vast literature of music and poetry that Luke’s story of Jesus has inspired speaks powerfully to our need and desire to take hold of the radical truth that God is not aloof or remote, but has come to be with us. This year, on the Fourth Sunday of Advent, December 23, (“Little Christmas” in the parlance of some) we will follow Luke’s unfolding story in all its marvelous detail.  I hope you’ll be with us as we lean toward Christmas that day, taking in the message: DO NOT FEAR.

One beautiful example of an intimate moment portrayed by Luke comes to us from the pen of Rainer Maria Rilke.

There is much, as always, that begs for our attention during this full season.  The to-do lists grow impossibly long; the obligation to fashion a meaningful experience that meets the expectations of ourselves and others—and all with good cheer—weighs on us.  Alongside all of this comes the Spirit’s invitation, as the curtain parts, to come inside to behold and marvel at the audacity of the One who emptied heaven to be with us.

In joyful anticipation,

Pastor Erik