Showing posts with label words. Show all posts
Showing posts with label words. Show all posts

Sunday, September 13, 2015

Words that shape our reality


We've all heard the saying since were children:
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words will never hurt me.

You know what?  The people who quoted that supposed axiom to us lied.  That's right. They lied...right to our faces.  Now I'm sure they didn't think they were lying. I'm sure that they felt they were trying to toughen us up, to let us know that what other kids say to us on the playground should just bounce right off of us.  But the sad truth of the matter - the real truth of the matter - is that words DO impact us.  Words shape our reality of who we are, of the world in which we live, of the nature of our relationships with family and friends.

If a young girl is told she's ugly, or too fat, or not worth as much as a boy, it should be no surprise to us that she grows up to marry someone who is abusive...someone who continues to tell her the "truths" that she's been told all her life.

If a young boy is told he's weak, not fast enough, not good enough, or too stupid, it should be no surprise to us that he grows up and tries "looking for love in all the wrong places" as the song goes, or in all the wrong ways, or with all the wrong people.

What's true for individuals is just as true for congregations.  A church that has the reputation of being a "clergy killer" will, more often than not, live into that reality, and will work through a whole string of short-term pastoral relationships, most of which end badly.  A church that has the reputation of being innovative in worship and risk-taking in mission involvement will, more often than not, continue to live "on the edge," always willing to try new things, new ways, new avenues of service.

And what is true for individuals and for congregations is just as true for presbyteries. Since even before coming here two years ago, I heard things such as:

·      That presbytery is dysfunctional.
·      People don't trust each other in that presbytery.
·      Meetings can devolve into chaos, and folks are mean to each other even on the floor of Presbytery.

As with most descriptive phrases that people use about others, there are kernels of truth in the above statements.  I've seen evidence of times and places where those things have happened, and heard stories from people who have been deeply hurt by what others have done and said in our Presbytery.  However, I've learned over the years that we do not have to be enslaved by things we have experienced and been told in the past.  We have a choice in how we move forward.  We ALWAYS have a choice.

Five years ago this past Wednesday I made the decision to have gastric bypass surgery. Other than marrying the amazing woman I did, this was the best and most life-changing decision I've ever made.  Now, it's not magic.  As one of my doctors told me before surgery, "This surgery is just a tool.  It's the best tool we have at our disposal, but it's just a tool."  Each day I still make the decision to change the "tapes" I lived with and heard most of my life.  Each day I try to remember that I have a choice in how I move forward.

So, if this Presbytery isn't what you need, then step up and change things.  If you've experienced hurt here, go and seek and/or offer forgiveness; be healed and move on, rather than holding on and nursing that hurt.  If the Presbytery "isn't what it used to be" back in whatever "good ol' days" you remember, then what needs to happen to make this a healthy, exciting, nurturing place to be, and how can you contribute to the needed movement of things in those directions?

Despite some of the things I'd heard about this Presbytery that might have discouraged me from considering a call from God to come here, there are other things I heard and observed:

·      This Presbytery is willing to step out in faith and try a new way of being a Presbytery.
·      The initial people I met with during the two days of interviews when I first came here were, without exception, people of integrity, of compassion, of faith, of commitment, of vision.
·      During the two Presbytery meetings this past May, people handled major issues well, were able to express differing viewpoints while maintaining good order, and even volunteered in different ways to help us move forward.

We can continue to wring our hands and repeat the tired old mantras: we're dysfunctional, we're mean, we don't trust each other.  Or we can choose different ways to view ourselves.  And how we view ourselves, and the words we use to describe who we are and how we function together as a community of Christ's disciples, will continue to mold and shape how we live with each other as followers of Jesus and sisters and brothers of one another.

We have a choice in how we move forward.  We ALWAYS have a choice.

Friday, June 19, 2015

There are times


There are times, aren't there, when our words fail us?  When trying to explain to someone about the wonder of a God who loves us so much and who surrounds us with astounding grace...well, how do you speak about the Infinite among and within us when all we have are finite words?  When trying to explain the miracle of childbirth, of watching a brand new human being come into the world, and you are filled with all the hope and the fear of what life will hold for that tiny, fragile individual...how can you put that into words?

And so what words possibly can be sufficient to express all that we are feeling in the light of the murders of the nine individuals last night at Emanuel AME Church in Charleston?  How can we understand such evil and depravity in anyone?  How could that young man have sat through an hour-long study of the Holy Bible, and only then take out his gun and start shooting?  How could the holiness of a sanctuary - a place where God is worshiped - be so horribly and brutally violated?

In pain, anger, dismay, and frustration, we cry out with the psalmists of old: "How long, O Lord? How long?"

The Presbyterian Church's Book of Common Worship contains this prayer, attributed to the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.:
'Yes, Jesus, I want to be on your right side or your left side,
not for any selfish reason.
I want to be on your right or your best side,
not in terms of some political kingdom or ambition,
but I just want to be there
in love and in justice and in truth
and in commitment to others,
so we can make of this old world a new world.  Amen."

Most of us, at least every Sunday, join in praying that God's reign would come and that God's will would be done on earth as in heaven.  We long for that day. We pray for that day.  We wait for that day.

In our waiting, let us also work...and pray...and speak out...and love our neighbors...and love even our enemies...and show compassion...and weep with those who weep...and rail against injustice wherever it exists...and join our hands and voices and efforts with those who work for peace and for justice.

Yet there still are no words, at least not right now, at least not within me.  And so I simply grieve.  And I pray.