Flexing The Brain Cells

Flexing The Brain Cells

This week Jeff, Amanda, and I got together to plan the themes and some of the worship and gathering details for July-September.  It took us 3 and a half hours of praying, reading scriptures, listening to Jeff play songs, laughing, trusting, and collaborating. Afterwards I felt more than a little foggy, so I took a nap.  These aren’t skills I’ve had to use in a long time. Back in Boise Jeff and I worked with a team to plan worship.  At Veneta I did it on my own.  At Capitol Hill I simply worked a month ahead.  To do this work of listening to the spirit within the Southeast Portland Parish pastoral team was wonderful and exhausting.  Next time, planned for the end of August, I know it will be easier. We already figured out that picking scriptures for a month and then going back to pick songs didn’t work as well as when we went week by week picking out scriptures and songs at the same time. Another thing that will make it easier is by next time we will have been all working together at Southeast Portland Parish for a few months.  We’ll have an even better sense of what God is calling us to share with the folks in our faith communities and neighborhoods. I know that this next year is going to be full of moments like this week.  Moments of incredibly rewarding hard work.  Moments when my brain is foggy and tired from using old skills I haven’t called on in a while.  Moments that require me to rest afterwards.  I also know I’ll...
Celebrating Life

Celebrating Life

Several of my friends offered sympathy to me this week that I had to work on Mother’s Day.   I think I actually had the perfect day.  I got to share time with wonderful people over a meal, which is one of my favorite things in the whole world.  I love hosting people in our home.  I love eating.  I love being challenged and asking questions about matters of faith.  Besides eating with friends one of my other favorite things in life is sleeping.  Every Sunday I take a nap, so that made this Mother’s Day a good one too. During our music time after brunch I also got to snuggle the sweetest baby.  I’m not a baby crazy person, but this little nugget is really something special. She is only 4 weeks old and rocking her while we sang together as community took me back to my first days as a mother.  It was lovely to remember what was, and to watch my tween dancing and singing to the music at the same time.  It really was a wonderful celebration of what it has meant to be a mom from then until now. My family also gave me a wonderful gift.  It’s the image here, a painting of three birds.  There are three of us and I love birds.  If you’ve been in our home you’ve seen all the bird art work we own.  The pieces of my life, my work, my favorite moments of being all coalesced this Sunday to make a very holy and special day.  Life is a blessing and I’m so glad we get to celebrate it...
Enjoying The Gentle Breeze

Enjoying The Gentle Breeze

This year we planted a garden.   Last night I cleaned and reorganized my vanity.  Sometimes I sit on the Sellwood Bridge on a bench overlooking the river and watch the birds dance in the air as one of my favorite songs plays on my iPod and the warm evening breeze lifts my hair off my neck.  I am celebrating  that life is good and I am happy.  That hasn’t always been the case. In this work we do as church planters, we get reminded at every training and in every book that it is a very hard thing to start a new faith community.  Sustainability, the pressure to succeed, the vulnerability to reach out to new people, all can take a huge toll.   Over the course of our time here at Sellwood a lot of various factors led me to a place where I was not okay, but muddling through.  Luckily I am surrounded by people who know how hard life can be and who remind me of the wholeness God promises to us in sabbath rest and in loving ourselves.  Through things like questions on the quarterly report I send to the regional church to the support of my community I have been able to recognize just how much I was struggling and I was able to ask for help.  This past year I feel like I have been coming back to myself. This journey has been a rich one, and while we always long to not endure suffering, I think that I am so much stronger, better, wiser, and more able to handle my life...
Getting Ready

Getting Ready

In July SFC will launch into a crazy new reality, a collaborative ministry with a traditional church in the next neighborhood over. As we prepare for this work we’ve been praying and talking as a community about the logistics of the collaboration for our portion of the community.  One of the ways we are preparing to enter in to relationship with the folks of Trinity UMC is by praying for them by name.  Over the next 8 weeks we will take a select group of names and lift them up on Sunday, sharing those names in our weekly email for continued prayer.  While we plan the schedule, think about themes for the first sermon series, and map out our office spaces, we will be grounding our work in prayer for the future of our community and the people we will be joining in following God. Please offer up your own prayers and love for both Trinity and SFC as we get ready to go on a wonderful, holy adventure together....
Who is in charge here?

Who is in charge here?

About 3 years ago I began a mom’s coffee group.  It started as a monthly gathering, but now we gather most weeks for coffee and to talk about anything and everything.  We talk about Jesus and the bible, Erik Estrada, our families, the election, the big things ahead of us like moving or kids changing schools or finding our own purpose and the small things like what tv shows are good to watch while folding laundry. It’s the place where we come together and share about our lives and help each other find a way forward grounded in love.  That sounds like a pretty darn good church to me.  Plus coffee and baked goods.   Some weeks I can’t be there.  Up until recently that meant that the event was canceled.  Lately some of the moms have decided to hold the space open for others while I’m not there.  This week I was away, so a group gathered together.  They decided that they would rather go at a different coffee shop each week, so that is where they met this time.  They talked to the owner of the new place and arranged for her to reserve tables for us each week.  They got her card and said all I needed to do was text her the dates. I was thrilled. This isn’t my group, it’s our group.  I’m not in charge here, we all contribute to make a meaningful experience  that matters enough to folks to keep it going no matter who can make it that week.  This is the goal of my ministry, of my life’s work, to create spaces...