A New Chaplain for St. Francis House!

The Rt. Rev. Steven Miller, Bishop of the Diocese of Milwaukee, and the Board of St. Francis House are pleased to announce that The Rev. Jonathan Melton has accepted the call to be Chaplain of St. Francis House Episcopal Student Center on the UW-Madison campus. In late July he and his wife and their two young children will be moving to Madison from Texas.

Jonathan has been rector of St. Christopher’s by the Sea, Portland, Texas, since October, 2009. He previously served as Assistant at St. Helena’s Episcopal Church, Boerne, also in the Diocese of West Texas. Jonathan is a graduate of Wheaton College, BA (2003) and of the Duke University Divinity School, M. Div. (2007). He was ordained to the priesthood on September 18, 2007. Jonathan’s interests include his family, hiking, reading, knitting, and blogging.

From Jonathan’s blog, Chasing Yoder: “I am very excited for the opportunity to work on a daily basis with university students at a uniquely formative time in their lives; I believe college ministry holds tremendous potential for the development of young, missional leaders committed to following the cross-shaped way of Jesus. My move to St Francis House comes in response to nudges of the Spirit toward campus ministry that Rebekah and I have been sensing in various ways for going on six years now. It’s an exciting, unknown step for us.”

The St. Francis House Board and staff are excited about working with Jonathan.  Weekly St. Francis House services will resume at Grace Church at 5 pm on Sunday, August 26. The meet-the-new-chaplain semester kickoff will be on Sunday, September 9. We can hardly wait!

 
I would like to say that I am looking forward to working closely with Jonathan in the coming year. Grace is hosting St. Francis House during the development of the property on University Ave. We already have been enriched by the presence of the students and are excited to welcome a new chaplain!

Witness to history: the Wisconsin Recall

I’m feeling rather Calvinist this evening, knowing the results are out of our hands and in the hands of God’s providence.

A couple of impressions from today. First, Grace was open and a few people came in to look around and to pray. One woman who spoke with me was here from Minnesota to be with family who were deeply involved in the recall. She stopped in to pray and then we talked. She shared with me some of her story, her hopes and fears for today and for the future.

I walked around the square, as I try to do on a regular basis. There weren’t a lot of people around, but there was a nervous energy. And the network news trucks were there. CNN and Fox News were both parked a block and a half a way from Grace.

Back at Grace, I sat down with the parishioner who was volunteering at the reception desk this afternoon. He’s retired from the newspaper business, a former reporter on the Wisconsin political beat. He shared with me some of the wisdom he had gained about Wisconsin over his fifty years following politics. He also told me that as a cub reporter, he had been assigned to Joe McCarthy. Without making any explicit connection between the two politicians, he pointed out that a Walker victory tonight would vault him onto the national stage, just as McCarthy had gained national attention 60 years ago.

He also mentioned to me that nearly thirty years ago, a former rector of Grace had had a regular prayer service for people who worked in the Capitol. We both wondered whether something similar might be meaningful in the context of our divided polity.

Whatever happens tonight, Grace’s doors will be open tomorrow morning, offering a place for prayer in the midst of a tumultuous world.

The night before the recall

As the day went on today, Capitol Square began to show signs of tomorrow’s election. Once again, media descended. I passed one reporter filing a story from the median on W. Wash. I’m told MSNBC and Fox News are here again, as well. No doubt there are others, but I didn’t walk the square to see. As evening came, car horns played the rhythm of “This is what democracy looks like.

Still, life on the square continued as it does on an early summer evening. It’s First Monday, so we opened our doors to feed shelter guests and community residents. I left early, hoping there would be enough food, because it was obvious that there would be a large number of people dining with us who wouldn’t be staying in the shelter (where numbers have been averaging around 60 since the first of June.

It may have been quiet except for the homeless on our side of the square, but on another corner, things were picking up. Here’s a photo, retweeted by The Daily Page (originally from Judith Davidoff), of the gathering at the King St. entrance:

Who knows what tomorrow will bring? Those I talk with express their concern and anxiety and as I mentioned in my sermon on Sunday, whatever happens tomorrow, we will still need to work together toward the common good (even if some don’t see that as value or goal).

I’m pondering a pastoral response in these days, what to say and do. At this point, besides voting, I suppose the only actions I can take besides voting are to pray and to continue to make Grace Church a sacred presence on the square. We will have noonday prayer tomorrow and Eucharist on Wednesday (both at 12:10 pm) and the church will be open before and after those times for people to come in.

I read as a concluding collect in Sunday’s prayers of the people the following:

Grant, O God, that your holy and life-giving Spirit may so move every human heart [and especially the hearts of the people of this land], that barriers which divide us may crumble, suspicions disappear, and hatreds cease; that our divisions being healed, we may live in justice and peace; through Jesus Christ our Lord.

Amen. (BCP p. 823)

 

Fear of failure: Apple and the Church

I came across this quotation on a blog I recently discovered (More than 95 theses) :

“In my time working [at Apple], I must personally have seen years-worth, probably decades-worth (and, from afar perhaps even centuries-worth) of work simply discarded because it turned out not to be ‘right’ or ‘good’. This was done with very little animosity towards the people who did the work. There was a distinct difference between working on something that turned out bad and had to be discarded (fine – admirable, even) and doing bad work (bad)…I think this highlights two things that many other organisations would do well to learn. First, what you have is what it is, it’s not the effort that was put into it. If it’s not worth keeping, it’s not worth keeping. Second, if you want the best results, you need to give good people the room to start over without feeling like they are failing.”- Jamie Montgomerie: Apple, Failure, and Perfect Cookies (via buzz)

I spent some time re-reading Grace Church’s history yesterday morning as part of my thinking about Grace’s future. I was reminded of the ebb and flow of parish life, growth and decline, conflict–all of those things that make up the history of any human institution. But I was reminded of something else. Rectors in the late nineteenth century celebrated services in Middleton, Mazomanie, Vienna (township, I suppose) and in other outlying communities. In some of these places missions were organized; in others, no formal structures were created. The only one of the places mentioned that now has an Episcopal Church is Middleton, St. Dunstan’s, which was founded during the post-war boom. Was the mission in these areas successful? Baptisms, weddings, eucharists were celebrated; priests were raised up here and there. Were the efforts failures?
Good work was done; that it didn’t result in lovely church buildings and thriving parishes is quite beside the point. What sorts of ministries and mission is God calling us to create in the coming years? What risks should we take? What experiments should we make?

Abiding in the vine: A Sermon for the 5th Sunday of Easter, Year B

May 5, 2012

Most of you know that my wife is an avid gardener. What you don’t know is that over the years, I have provided most of the sweat and muscle involved in our gardening projects. I’ve made raised beds, moved tons of rock around, planted trees in hard red clay. She’s got a whole list of things for me to do when I get time off again (hopefully, in a couple of weeks). Having done most of our gardening in the south, Corrie is having to learn new things about growing seasons, hardiness zones, what plants will work and what won’t. So azaleas, which are almost ubiquitous in the south, are very rare in Wisconsin, and we hadn’t seen or smelled a lilac in bloom for over fifteen years when we moved back north.

But vines, vines we know about. There’s our experiment with a trumpet vine that we planted in front of a fence near our house. It tripled in size in one year, and by the third year, we realized we had to get rid of it before it attacked the house, foundation and the entire neighborhood. We dug up what we could and surreptitiously put it out on a railroad bed. We continued to dig up roots and suckers from that vine for the next two years, when we moved north.

Still, when one thinks of vines in the south, one thinks of kudzu. We happened to live in the area where kudzu was first introduced after the Civil War to help with soil erosion. What a mistake that was! It grew on anything, and took over everything. We used to see along side the road small areas , test plots introduced by the kudzu eradication project, in which they tried various means of eradicating or limiting the growth of the noxious vine. Some years ago, the city of Chattanooga experimented by buying some goats to try to keep the kudzu suppressed on steep hillsides.

Now, Jesus is not talking about kudzu when he says, “I am the vine, you are the branches.” Like the images of sheep and shepherd we heard last week, the vineyard is a theme with deep resonances in the biblical tradition. In the Hebrew Bible, the vineyard often symbolizes the people of Israel but here it is taken in a new direction. Coupled with another Johannine emphasis, “abiding,” the figure of speech used here, Jesus as the vine, his followers as the branches, stresses the relational aspect of life in Christ.

The language can seem violent, even terrifying; as anyone who has had to root out a vine knows. To cut the branches and tendrils of a vine means killing those branches, and often one needs considerable effort to extract the vine from the trees or trellises or walls on which it is growing. On the other hand, as any gardener knows, pruning is often necessary, not just to make sure the plant grows in the shape and direction desired, but in order to ensure its robust growth, and to ensure that it will bear fruit. An unpruned fruit tree, an unpruned grape vine will provide little fruit.

So too with our life in Christ. When Jesus describes himself as the vine, and the Father as the vinegrower, and speaks about the vinegrowers actions’ to prune the branches in order to ensure an abundant harvest, he is reminding us that we cannot live abundantly without him. The branches that are pruned from the vine wither and die; the vine itself thrives.

Throughout the gospel of John, the gospel writer uses imagery of “abiding” to describe the life we share in Christ. It’s an odd word, and its use in this reading obscures how common it is in the gospel as well as in John’s letter. Every time we see the words “staying” or “remaining,” it is worth remembering that the same Greek word underlies those translations as well as “abiding.”

In fact, the theme of abiding appears first in the very first chapter of John. When Philip and Andrew follow Jesus, he asks them, “what are you looking for?” They reply, “where are you staying?” Jesus tells them, “Come and see.” The gospel writer then tells us, “they stayed with him all day.” It was by staying with him, by abiding with him, that they came to know him.

Of course, it’s not just about getting to know who Jesus Christ is. Abiding means much more than that. It means living, thriving in that relationship, gaining strength and life in it. We may think that when Jesus is talking here, that he is describing a personal relationship between himself and you or I, but it’s more than that, too. The “you” in this passage is always plural. The relationships that Jesus models for us, is not a relationship between two people. It’s Trinitarian, the relationship, the community of Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Our relationship with Christ is a relationship lived in, experienced, shared, in community. We abide in Christ, and he abides in us, when we abide together in love.

Today’s reading from I John stresses this point. Love, the author says is from God. God is love. But again, this is not some hazy, Hallmark sentimentality. It’s much deeper and stronger than that. Whoever loves, knows God. But love is perfected and fully experienced only in community. We are urged not only to love God, but to love one another, because love comes from God. Loving and abiding are related to one another. Whoever abides in God loves and is loved by God. This may seem abstract, but it’s not, for we know and experience God’s love first and foremost through the Son whom he sent to us, to love us. We know and experience God’s love above all in Christ’s gift of himself to the world on the cross. It’s that love that we know and are called to share with others.

I’ve used the image of “hanging out” to describe what Philip and Andrew did with Jesus on the day they met him. They stayed with him, hung out with him. And it’s easy for us to imagine our life in community with Christ in just those terms, as a passive experience, in which time passes unnoticed, people simply enjoying time spent together. But the image of vine and branches reminds us that it is more than that—abundant life in Christ means bearing fruit, expressing that love by sharing it with others and offering them nourishment from the same vine through which we are nourished.

The language of John’s gospel often leads us to imagine that Christian community is intensely focused internally, on the love  within the community, and the community’s love for God. As Jesus says at the last Supper: “Love one another as I have loved you.” But he goes on to say something else—“by this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another.” There’s a sense in which the commandment to love one’s neighbor, and one’s enemy, becomes in John, the commandment to love within the community.

But that’s misleading at best, for the love shared in community becomes a means for outreach. Abiding in God’s love does offer a witness to the world. Many of you know that we are about to embark on a process to think about how we might renovate and adapt our space. Although the process has begun with the Aesthetics committee, this is not primarily about how things look. Rather, it’s about mission and ministry. The question we have to ask ourselves is how can we adapt our space to the mission needs of our congregation? How can we make our space sacred space, not just for ourselves, for the community that worships here, but for our neighborhood, even the city? How can we make it a place where all can experience the love of Christ, where all might find it a place to abide in God?

On Sundays, we open our doors, inviting people in, but our building, our community must also be a place where God’s abiding love breaks out of these walls and enters the world, a place where our abiding love in God is experienced on the sidewalks and street corners, as well as in our worship and fellowship. If we abide in God’s love, if we are branches of the vine, we will bear fruit that will nourish the world.

More on “Leaving Church:” the “nones,” young adults and the future of Christianity

Skye Jethani weighs in, building on Berger’s essay.

So, we are left with a narrow path. Veer too far to the cultural right and the young will dismiss the church as a puppet of Republican politics. Veer too far to the theological left and the power of the Gospel is lost amid cultural accommodation.

The younger generations, and our culture as a whole, needs evidence of a third way to be Christian. It will require more than individual voices, but an organized and identifiable community of believers that reject Christianism and stands for Christ’s Good News, manifested in good lives, and evident in good works.

So does Jonathan Fitzgerald:

Now, after spending much of my adulthood trying to find a place to belong, I’ve turned into the opposite of a None — I’ve become a proud Joiner. Since college, my own search has found me desperate to join. I have considered Roman Catholic confirmation, Presbyterian church membership and, most recently, Episcopalian identification. To that end, I have been attending confirmation classes at my local Episcopal parish since last month.

As I look around at my fellow Joiners, I see that it is specifically those who have lived the life of the unaffiliated who have decided, Sunday after Sunday, for several hours following Mass, to gather and discuss the rhythm of the liturgical calendar, the purpose of baptism, the history of the church and the beauty of the Book of Common Prayer. I’m not sure whether I’ll be confirmed when the class ends in eight weeks, but there is certainly something attractive about the prospect.

It would be foolish to think God requires affiliation as a means of access. We humans however tend to corral into formal groupings, whether it’s organized religion or political parties. In the absence of tried-and-true tradition, we begin to create our own. My guess is that, as the numbers of Nones continue to increase, they will begin to develop traditions, create rules and define their orthodoxy until, ultimately, something like a new denomination will arise. Perhaps in 2022 someone will declare “The Rise of the Joiners” as one of the life-changing ideas of the moment.

He wasn’t really ever a none. He was a Christian, grew up a Christian, but outside of Christian community.

Yesterday was one of those days of grace at Grace, surrounded by the ministry and faith of young (and older) adults. A fine sermon by Lauren Cochran (young adult herself); a presentation on our companion diocese relationship with the Diocese of Newala, in Tanzania.

The first session of a spontaneous confirmation class which bears out some of the discussion I’ve been linking to here. Four of the five who attended are young adults who have come from more conservative religious backgrounds; the fifth an older adult who was baptized and confirmed Roman Catholic. During our conversation, I pointed out that these demographics were pretty typical for Episcopal gatherings in that a majority (in our case all, including the two clergy in attendance) were not “cradle” Episcopalian.

Later in the day, I celebrated the Eucharist and shared dinner with the Episcopal Campus Ministry. We had planned on getting home by 7, but lively conversation and fellowship kept us lingering until almost 8. As we chatted, I noted to myself the rather different dynamics: of the six or eight who stayed till the end to help with cleanup, it was half and half–half had grown up Episcopalian, the other half not. The importance of that community to those who were there was palpable. Gathered together around the altar, gathered together to share a meal and working together to clean up; all the while talking to one another, asking questions about matters Episcopalian and theological, and checking in on how each other was doing.

That’s the work of Christian community, important work, and evangelistic work, as among those in attendance were people who had been coming every week, and some who had come for the first time; experiencing hospitality, welcome, and the love of Christ. When we do that, and do it well, we don’t have to worry about the future–and our work this semester is building a solid foundation for the chaplain we will call to that ministry.

The Holy Spirit, an unclean spirit, and the Reign of God: A Sermon for the Fourth Sunday after the Epiphany, Year B

January 29, 2012

I never know who or what I might encounter when I get the phone call from the fishbowl, the receptionist and hear the words, “there’s someone here who wants to talk to the pastor.” Well, I know a couple of things. Whoever it is, isn’t Episcopalian. And I also know that whatever their problem is, it’s likely I can’t do much to help. Usually, it’s a request for money for rent or utilities, or bus fare. Occasionally, they just want to talk, like the guy a few months ago whose lead question was something about human nature. Then there are those who have really serious problems. Continue reading

Welcoming the Stranger, part II

OK, here’s what really happened at Grace Church yesterday. Between services, our sexton ran through the office and told me that there had been a leak in the pantry closet that had been stopped. I thought nothing of it, but a few minutes later, Corrie came up into the office to tell me that all hell had broken loose downstairs. A pipe had burst, the second time, and was spraying all over the closet where we stored food for our First Monday meals.

I went downstairs to take a look. Indeed, it looked much like a sauna. I called the HVAC company, but it was five minutes before the start of the 10:00 service, and I had other things on my mind. Just before the beginning of service, I saw one of our members who works as a carpenter and asked him to investigate. After the service, after greeting visitors, doing adult forum with newcomers, Eucharist with our Hispanic congregation, I made my way back to the Guild Hall and to the kitchen. Things were somewhat in order. The leak was stopped; the closet had been cleared. Corrie, having had a sauna, was wearing a shirt borrowed from the sexton. But there were things I had missed.

Apparently, disrupted by the water and the removal of everything from the closet was a hibernating bat. There was a conniption. Kitchen tongs were involved,wielded by the organist. But fortunately, Grace’s usual weapon against bats, a tennis racket, was not implemented. The bat was taken out of doors. Whether it survives, we don’t know. Although reports are that it flew away. Perhaps it’s now in the bell tower.

As our sexton went in the closet to check on things after the bat, our organist suggested that there might be a coyote there as well. Who knows?

Hospitality means many things, but I don’t think it means welcoming the bat and the coyote.

First Monday, 2012

Friends and members of Grace, and followers of this blog, know that on the first Monday of each month, Grace is responsible for providing the evening meal to shelter guests and others from the community who might find their way to our doors. Today was the first Monday in January, it was also the day of the Rose Bowl. We were worried that we wouldn’t have enough volunteers to help, and hopeful that because of the game, we would have fewer guests. Neither of those things happened. We had lots of volunteers, including a contingent from Madison Mennonite Church.

The meal was excellent, a baked pasta dish, with green beans on the side. The ice cream  came to us via the Fire Department. Musical entertainment was provided by Fungus Humongous who shared their music with us last year.

Three photos from tonight:

Other members of Grace will be at the church early tomorrow morning to cook breakfast for shelter guests, and most of us will be back next month, to provide another meal. Corrie and I didn’t stay throughout the meal and for clean-up, so I can’t report on how many people we served, but the shelter had been averaging right around 150 guests last week.

A retrospective on 2011

It’s customary for people to look back and assess the past year; hence the top ten lists like those I linked to in an earlier post. Episcopalian bloggers have done something similar with lists of the ten most important stories.

Here’s Elizabeth Kaeton’s take. Here’s another try, from Susan B. Snook.

I’m not going to comment on either one. Around here, of course, the big story was the protests. It was a year of protests, beginning in February and continuing through the summer with Walkerville. This blog saw a huge increase in visitors during the protests and in fact the number of visits has continued to stay at a much higher level than before. More than 21,000 unique visits in 2011. The busiest day was February 22, the day of the interfaith clergy press conference.

I’ve not gone back to reread what I wrote during the height of the protests. One of the reasons I like to blog is that it is a contemporary equivalent of a day book or diary in which I take note of what’s going on in mind and in the world around me at particular moments. I think it will provide a very useful resource in future years as I reflect on my ministry. But it’s also quite raw, caught up in the moment, and therefore probably lacking in perspective.

If there are images that dominate 2011 as I reflect on the past year, in addition to the protests, I would cite the interfaith 9-11 service that we held at Grace, and then Christmas Eve, with two glorious services and an encounter with a very ill homeless man on the sidewalk after the 4:00 service. That encounter became the heart of my sermon at the 10:00 service.

That Christmas Eve experience of worship in the context of the daily ministry in an urban church is the most challenging and rewarding part of Grace’s mission. To worship surrounded by marathoners, or protestors, means that our worship can never be only about ourselves and God, it is also about those around us. Sometimes it’s hard to see the connection and sometimes, as on Ash Wednesday, the connection is clear only to us inside the church.

The experience of 2011 as we became more clear on what Grace’s role in the community should be, has provided a solid foundation for more visible outreach in the community, being a witness to the Good News of Jesus Christ amidst the crowds and noise on Capitol Square.