It is beginning to look a lot like Christmas

My Christmas started early this year. Over the weekend, I experienced Halloween three days in a row, eating my body weight in candy; my brother sent me my Christmas present early; and, today, I wandered into work and found a box with my name written on it. A colleague of mine is going through their collection of vestments and asked if I wanted any. I said “yes” and this was the initial set to head my way.

I was giddy.

Once O went to bed, I opened up the box and basically played seminarian dress up. While in my Sunday casual-best (colorful socks, skinny jeans, and a Denver Broncos jersey), I slipped these religious garments over my shoulders. I tried on the first piece, a white chasuble. It looked good, a little long, but nothing too wild. I could see myself wearing this. A purple cope (I think) followed. The problem with my religious education is that my ability to name ritual objects is limited. I’ve got cassock, alb, and…that’s about it. When it comes to fancier pieces of liturgical garments, I’m still a young padawan. So, when I pulled out the last two pieces, I was a little taken aback. My colleague mentioned that they were a Coronation Cope and Chasuble. I’m not sure what a Coronation Cope is used for but, wow, did it look fancy. I tried it on and walked around the apartment. I felt big, important, larger than life, and swimming in fabric. While I was whirling around my living room, I heard a knock at the door. My wife and I looked at each other. Do I answer while still in dress up mode? I looked out the peephole and saw a classmate of mine. That made my decision for me. I opened the door in full regalia. My classmate burst out laughing. It was a perfect way to end this day.

One Postive Candidacy Quirk

Walking Together In LoveI’ve been dying to write about last week’s Candidacy retreat but, alas, I have not found a moment to put my thoughts down on electric pixels. However, I would like to announce to everyone that just because you turn in your Approval essay to your candidacy committee and affiliated seminary, that does not mean that such a document is firmly locked in stone. If, like me, you discover typos and bad grammar while en-route to your faculty interview, you can send a quick email to the head of your candidacy committee and ask if you can make some changes and replace it. There’s a chance that they’ll say yes.

So, my updated essay is now emailed to the Synod’s office. This will be printed out and handed to the candidacy committee for review prior to December 14. I’m currently waiting to see the report my faculty committee drew up and what will actually be presented to the faculty at LTSP on Tuesday, November 12. So many things to wait for and do. God willing, I’ll start working on the mobility papers this weekend. But, let’s be honest – when it comes to my to-do list, hope springs eternal.

Out High-Massing the Episcopalians

Attendees and Participants at the Lutheran High Mass, October 24. Taken by General Alumni.

It happened – the Lutherans took over General’s Chapel.

Yesterday, at our Thursday Eucharist, the Lutherans of the Metropolitan New York Synod stormed into the Chapel of the Good Shepherd, and spread law and gospel all over the place. Our six foot tall bishop with his 20 foot tall hat, with a mighty whack of his boot, battered those doors down and we, like our barbarian and viking ancestors of old, poured into that place and, let me tell you, we processed the hell out of that place! Luther himself would have been proud – some of us even sung “A Mighty Fortress” in GERMAN. We Lutheranized the place, taking over the liturgy, the space, and even using the words law and gospel from the pulpit.

It was beautiful.

I am not the biggest fan of high mass worship services (or even calling Lutheran worship services mass) but we tore that place up. The pastors of St. Peter’s organized everything, bringing their own vestments, choir, organist, and deacons to the service. The service was intentionally designed to be welcoming to our episcopalian friends by including a thurifer, incense, smells (but no bells) and even praying for the Archbishop in the prayers of the people (along with all our other ecumenical partners). The service even had me as a sub-deacon. Sub-deacon! I still don’t even know what that was (but my episcopalian friends were really confused and thought I was ordained already). But I did get to serve alongside the bishop. That was fun.

We had around 65 students, professors, alumni, and guests present. Bishop Rimbo preached a fine service and the gluten free bread provided by St. Peter’s was actually delicious. We filled the chapel with sound and singing, outdoing any Episcopalian service that I’ve been to yet. And we made sure that the entire service was in the bulletin. Not having to use three different books during the service blew everyone’s minds. The comments from the student body to me have been nothing but positive. They loved it. They want to see more of it. And, I’m with them on this because I found this whole thing awesome.

But (and there’s always a but) I’m still struggling with the very idea of this kind of worship service itself. There are, at most, three Lutherans on campus. We’re minority and we get that. We also understand the Chapel of the Good Shepherd to be this community’s sacred space. But the very source of how this happened – where the Lutheran liturgy was transplanted into the community from outside of it, that bothers me. The service only worked because we brought in our own choir, organist, and vestments. I felt like being a member of a band on tour. We came in, setup our stuff, had an amazing show, and then packed up and left. Even though law and gospel was preached, the sacraments celebrated, and worship was done beautifully and well, we were still a show. This wasn’t a service rooted from within the community, it was a showcase. And that gets me because the Lutheran liturgy isn’t a showcase. It’s worship but worship for a gathered community. It comes out of the community that the Holy Spirit has called to be at this specific place and at this specific time. The community carries with it tradition, history, understanding, hopes, loss, fears, doubts, joy, anger, and everything else. All of that feeds into the liturgy that speaks to the community. The Lutheran liturgy, when done well, is fed by the gathered community and by God. It isn’t a show – it is the place where God promises to be and where we can, as the gathered community, reliably meet God in a very earthly way. The community at General isn’t Lutheran and that’s okay. And it’s fine to do a worship service, every once in awhile, that showcases the vastness of Christian history and experience. But it can never be just for show. If it is, then it really can’t be called worship, can it? But, well, it was a lot of fun filling that Chapel with Lutheran sounds, words, images, and noise. And I did look good standing up there, yessir. And it felt downright subversive to say ” “the blood of Christ for you” during communion in that space. So maybe I was the barbarian in that space. I’m okay with that.

Quirks of Candidacy: Faculty Interview Edition

LTSP in the Fall, 2010. The next stage in my ordination process? The dreaded faculty interview.

Dun dun ddduuuunnnnnnnnnnn!

Yesterday I woke up early, put on a suit and tie, and headed to Penn Station to jump on the Bolt Bus to Philadelphia. The seats were not as comfy as I remembered, nor were their cup holders, but I was off to the Lutheran Seminary at Philadelphia for my faculty interview.

For those of you who don’t know, the faculty interview is part of the candidacy process. After my internship evaluation forms are submitted (which didn’t happen till October 10th – I know, I know), I’m required to visit the seminary I am affiliated with (LTSP) and be interviewed by various faculty members. These faculty members (two) are, in essence, a sub-committee for the entire faculty body. The candidate (i.e. me) am interviewed and the two faculty members write a report. The report will be presented to the entire faculty in November. The entire faculty body has an opportunity to amend, change, or enquire about that report. After the report is given (and/or modified), the faculty votes and sends a recommendation to my candidacy committee in New York. They can recommend that I should be approved for ordination, delay my ordination, or that I should not be ordained at all. Based on that recommendation, my candidacy committee in New York has the option of going one step “up” or “down” from what the faculty recommend. So, if the faculty said my ordination should be delayed, the candidacy committee is “allowed” to change that up one (I should be ordained) or down one (I should be denied). If the candidacy committee does make this change, the faculty must be re-consultant and a conversation between the faculty and the candidacy committee will ensue. There is, in theory, a chance that the candidacy committee could jump two steps (say, from denial to approval or approval to denial). If that happened, I’m not sure what processes would need to be followed but I’m hoping it would involve a very un-hilarious version of ABC’s “Wipe Out.”

Most of this process, especially the bit about the back and forth between the faculty and the candidacy committee, I did not know. My two faculty interviewers explained it to me before the beginning of our chat. They also told me that anything was fair game; they could ask any question about anything. Six weeks ago, I was asked who I wanted on my panel so I picked the two professors who I knew the best and who knew me the best based on my classwork. Before the interview began, I sat in a comfy chair and was promptly asked to step out of the room so that the two could develop their game plan. After ten minutes, I was ushered back in. I took my seat, the process was explained, and away we went. We chatted for an hour.

I had a lot of fun.

I’ll be able to report the final verdict once the November faculty meeting takes place but I really found the whole thing affirming and invigorating. I got to talk about faith, the church, the role of Word and Sacrament, and myself for an hour. Who doesn’t love talking about themselves? And it was worth the ridiculous commute. I left my apartment at 6:45 am and arrived at the seminary at 11:15 am. I left the seminary at 1:30 pm and arrived back at my apartment at 5:45 pm. I even had enough time to kiss the wife, hug the toddler, and see the back of a bunch of bishops during the installation of my seminary’s new dean before I had to rush uptown to a church council meeting. One more step finished in the process. Next up, fixing my approval essay (there are SO many typos in it), a candidacy retreat next Friday, then submitting a 16 page resume to the churchwide body by December 1.

I’m getting closer, God-willing.

6 weeks late and a dollar short

I Live in Virtual Space

Yesterday, I emailed scanned copies of my internship evaluation to my candidacy committee and mailed printed copies to the seminary. My internship is officially done. So that’s that then.

On Thursday, I head to Philadelphia for my interview with two members of the faculty of the Lutheran Theological Seminary at Philadelphia. I’ll be commuting a total of 6 to 7 hours for an hour long interview. Based on this interview, a recommendation will be brought forward to the entire seminary faculty on November 12. If they vote to recommend me for ordination, I’ll then be interviewed by my candidacy committee on Saturday, December 14. I’ll know whether I’ve been approved for ordination that day, basically, and then (God-willing), I’m off to the draft in February 2014. Just a few more steps to go – I think.

The most expensive meals…..in the (ministry) world

STRESSEDOne of the more irksome realities of seminary living is having to purchase the meal plan. Usually, the food is pretty terrible, expensive, or both. My work schedule is so constant that if I have any free time, I am 70 blocks north and not on the seminary campus. And the seminary meal plan only covers one meal – lunch. It kicked off 3 weeks ago during orientation week. I’ve eaten there four times. The food is good, mind you, but I’m not a vegetarian so the fact that there are plenty of meat options make me happy (and I really love the cookies they provide). I also know that my funding of the meal plan is really helping to support the staff (including the wonderful ladies who watch Oliver all week long), faculty, facility workers, administrators, receptionists, and executives enjoy a meal while I’m at work. The meal plan is $1350 a semester. Since I’ve eaten lunch four times, each meal cost me $337.50. That is why I typically overload my plates and have seconds – I want to make it count.

I’m curious what my per meal cost will be once December hits. At this rate, I think I’m pushing 28 meals for the entire semester (making sure to not include Thanksgiving week or my fall break) which would give me a per meal cost of $48.21. There’s no meal a seminary can put together, even in the heart of NYC, that is worth that much.

No Waiting – a sermon

You Are Here - ELCA Churchwide AssemblyPreached at Advent Lutheran Church, September 1, 2013.

Lessons for the day: Proverbs 25:6-7; Psalm 112; Hebrews 13:1-8,15-16; Luke 14:1,7-14

For the audio inclined,the sermon can be heard on Advent’s website.

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Please be seated.

Jesus…Jesus liked to eat. As he travels through scriptures, he never seems to turn down a meal or a party. Wedding banquet, Saturday afternoon dinner, a little fish and chips on the beach ‚Äì no problem, he is there. But he’s more than just some divine foodie ‚Äì we never hear about the quality of the food that Jesus eats ‚Äì but we always hear about the experience of the meal; that seems to matter to Jesus. Because his meals in scripture are not just times to stave off hunger ‚Äì they are events. There are people to see, conversations to share, teachings to make, networking to be done. If Jesus had an iPhone, he wouldn’t be instagraming the food ‚Äì he’d be taking photos of the people, of the conversation, of the relationships ‚Äì because that, that is what Jesus saw in meals and gatherings. Where food was shared, relationships were explored, experienced, and lived.

So our gospel reading today begins with a Pharisee throwing a little dinner party on the Sabbath. Jesus’s name is on the guest list, he walks in, past the velvet rope, and begins to do what he does ‚Äì he watches. He sees guests come in, pick their seats, and sit down. After a bit, Jesus opens up with a parable. He noticed something and, when Jesus is eating, every meal becomes an opportunity for a teaching. Jesus saw that where they sat told something about their relationships. The host had final say on where everyone could sit ‚Äì but the guests seemed to be choosing their seats on their own. If they felt they were the right kind of folk with a good relationship with the host, they would sit closer to them. If they were lower class, or felt on the outside, or were on the outs with the host, they would sit farther away. This was the basic behavior of these types of gatherings in Jesus’s day. Meals were never just about eating ‚Äì there was always a public component to it. It’s like the wedding reception of today. If you’ve been blessed to plan one, you know the heartache and hours that can be consumed as we try to make sure that all the right people are sitting at all the right tables and, hopefully, we pray, no one will get mad about where they sat. Someone will, of course, and we’ll hear about it for the next dozen family reunions, but the less of that, the better. In Jesus’s day, the stakes were much higher. Business deals, marriages, bank loans, anything and everything was determined at meals and where someone sat. Where someone sat, or where someone was told to sit ‚Äì that was an investment in the future.

This is still a common thing, really. I’m sure I’m not the only one who has, on occasion, been on their very best behavior when they have dinner with their boss or a potential future boss. We maybe use our napkin a little more, keep the elbows off the table, maybe skip dessert to make sure we look sensible ‚Äì we put our best manners on display ‚Äì that is an investment in our future. And Jesus ‚Äì I think Jesus gets that. But Jesus doesn’t let his party hosts and fellow guests off easy. Instead, he calls them out ‚Äì he asks them really, who’s future do they have their trust in ‚Äì in the future they can carve out at the dinner table ‚Äì or in God’s future to come?

That last line of Jesus – when he says “for you will be blessed at the resurrection of the righteous” that’s the one that gets me ‚Äì because that frames all of Jesus’s prior comments. Jesus takes a look at all the future investments being made at the dinner party and raises the stake ‚Äì he brings up the resurrection, he brings up the end times, the day of the LORD, he doesn’t hold back ‚Äì and, to top it off, he throws around that word righteous. I can handle his earlier comments about being humble ‚Äì I think I can do that, and even the harder stuff on inviting those who can never throw their own dinner parties ‚Äì if I push myself, that seems possible. It seems doable, like Jesus is laying some steps out on how to live in God’s graces. But then Jesus brings in righteousness – calling out all my prior belief
in myself, in my own motivations, in my own reasons for doing what Jesus is calling us to do here. Jesus doesn’t just lay out a blueprint on what to do ‚Äì he points forward to God’s future and seems to narrow it to only include the righteous, the pure of mind, the pure of heart, the ones who would never need to be told to be humble or to invite the lame, poor, and blind, because they would just do it! He’s laying out before the gathered guests and the host their current, present, situation ‚Äì not their future one. They, in a sense, have already lost the bet. God’s future, for the moment, doesn’t include them.

It’s a harsh word, really. How, like the writer from Hebrews, can we in confidence say “The Lord is my helper; I will not be afraid. What can anyone do to me?” after the harsh word that Jesus laid out here. Where is the grace in this passage?

I think Jesus points to it by using another r word in that passage ‚Äì resurrection. His dinner party guests, they believed in the Resurrection. The Pharisees taught that and Jesus’s language would not have surprised them. But the host wouldn’t have seen what we can see. For that host, the day of the resurrection is always in the future, forward; it belongs to God and God will decide when it happens, but it isn’t here yet. It is…coming, down the road. But that r-word means something a little different to Luke, to the community that Luke wrote for, and to us ‚Äì because we’re already living in a resurrected world ‚Äì a world where Jesus was mounted to a cross, died, experienced a complete death, only to be resurrected ‚Äì renewed ‚Äì created into something new. The resurrection isn’t just a future event ‚Äì it’s a now event. As Paul says, we are baptized into a death like his and a life like his too ‚Äì as Christians, we’re claimed by God to be the active, present, resurrected body of Christ in the
here and now. There’s no waiting; there’s no steps to cross; there’s no hoops to jump through. When the Holy Spirit calls us out individually by name, when the waters of baptism are poured over us, when we earnestly pray to God in our time of need, that’s it; we’re done; we’re wrapped up in God’s promised end. That’s God’s grace ‚Äì that’s the gift of faith ‚Äì that’s what Hebrews is talking about when it says that Jesus will never leave or forsake us. The dinner guests as they gathered around Jesus couldn’t have foreseen what we are blessed to see ‚Äì that the end is already here, we are living it, and that Jesus is still a part of it.

Jesus’s words are not a step-by-step guide on how to obtain righteousness, be perfect, or have the most admired dinner party on the planet. No, Jesus’s words are a reminder that we, in this post-resurrection era, are caught up in God’s end. We are living out God’s investment in the future. Jesus is the first fruits of resurrection, but he isn’t the last.

We’re living in that middle time, when the beginning of the end has already started but there is still time to go. Jesus’s words are a description of what God’s future is ‚Äì a future where the poor, the lame, the blind, the immigrant, stranger, disabled, rejected, they are invited to a
place at the table. Those who are unable to invite anyone due to their exclusion from society, they have a place at God’s table; they have a relationship with God; and Jesus’s call is to honor that present reality. This is a call for an expansion of welcome, not a restriction of it. It’s a call for the intentional building of relationships with those unlike us. It means taking the leap that faith gives us to reach across the aisle, break bread, and share some time together; to get to know each other. There’s no time to wait here. Jesus is with us. Where two or three are gathered and in the meal that we are all invited to share ‚Äì Jesus is there; Jesus is present; we are not asked to invite the poor to our table alone. Rather, we are asked to see that all tables are God’s tables; that all meals are Jesus’s events; that all opportunities for relationship building is the Spirit working in our midst. We don’t invite because we, on our own, will ever be able to be as righteous as Jesus calls us to be. No, we invite because we know we belong to God and that we have been given a seat at God’s table. And if we have a seat ‚Äì then everyone else has one there too.

Amen.