Looking Back / Moving Forward

Looking Back / Moving Forward

Today’s Word from guest writer Laura Canby…

Happy almost New Year!

Just a few days days ago at church, Robin Edgeman and I were reflecting how fast the years are passing.

I remember my late father telling me that the older one gets, the more time speeds up. I now know that to be true.

As a child it seemed to take an eternity for summer vacation to begin, or for Christmas to get here.
As an adult, it seems that there is never time to adequately prepare for Christmas and — whoosh! — it’s over.

This week between Christmas and New Year’s is a perfect time for reflecting on the past and setting priorities for the future.
I was looking through some very old files from my hard drives this week when I came across a Word document that I had written in August 2002 — 20 years ago! It was not very long, but was worth the reflection:

Today was a beautiful day. Beautiful, not just because it was sunny and warm, but beautiful because it was shared with family and friends and neighbors and newcomers.

Half-awake and after accidentally backing into my husband’s truck, I was not in the best of moods when I arrived at Trinity to help with chair set-up. At 7 a.m. the place was already abuzz with activity. There were dozens of volunteers, young and old and in-between, willing to lend a hand.

There were hands that carried and placed chairs into orderly rows… hands that put out coffee and donuts for the volunteers… hands that disassembled and re-assembled the sound system… hands that prepared food to feed a multitude of – okay, perhaps not 5,000 – but 500 is still plenty of people.

There were gnarled hands that brought flowers and smooth hands that later painted flowers on children’s faces.There were open hands that welcomed… hands that offered Bread and Wine… hands that played instruments and held songbooks… hands that blessed… and everywhere, hands that served.This was my third year of attending Trinity’s outdoor worship celebration. Each year I come to know a few more people. Each year it becomes a little more meaningful… a little more like family… a little more beautiful. I already look forward to next year.


We were setting up for worship in the parking lot. (Remember those?!) I’ve been attending TLC long enough to even remember a few Worship in the Park services. I may have forgotten some of the details, but what I remember is the teamwork and service of so many.
I still see many hands in service at Trinity today.

I close with two sayings about service and time I have always held dear:

“I shall pass this way but once;
any good that I can do or any kindness I can show
to any human being; let me do it now.
Let me not defer nor neglect it,
for I shall not pass this way again.”
        –Etienne de Grellet, Quaker Missionary

And this one from Henry van Dyke:

“Time is too slow for those who wait, 
too swift for those who fear, 
too long for those who grieve, 
too short for those who rejoice, 
but for those who love, time is eternity.”

We are only on this earth but a short while,
so let us do good while we can.

Happy New Year!

Laura Canby

Who Was There?

Who Was There?

A Christmas Eve Word from Pastor Jim…

Merry Christmas my friends!

I hope to see you tonight as we celebrate the birth of our Lord Jesus.

Our 4 p.m. service will include favorite Christmas Carols, special music, and a skit that is sure to delight the young and old.

At 7 and 9 p.m. we will gather for a Candlelight Christmas Celebration that will end with Holy Communion and a sanctuary illuminated by 300 candles as we sing Silent Night.

I will be there; I hope to see you too. The first Christmas 2,000 years ago took place just a few miles from the holy city of Jerusalem. Jerusalem was the home of the most magnificent Temple in the world. Religious people lived close to the Temple and pilgrims travelled great distances to offer sacrifices and prayer there.

The first Christmas — who was there? A pregnant teenager arrived on the back of a donkey, accompanied by a small-town blue-collar man from Nazareth. An unwed mother and a carpenter, unlikely participants in salvation history.

Who was there? The innkeeper’s wife would help with the birth, she remains nameless like so many of the quiet but faithful servants of history.

Who was there? The bright stars of heaven, the cows and chickens of the stable were there.

Who was there? Shepherds and sheep. Shepherds were mostly poor, unclean, not valued members of society. They kept watch over other people’s sheep, living in the hills above Bethlehem, detached from everyday life in the village. Angels were there. Mysterious, heavenly beings who had been asked to deliver the birth announcement.

Who was there? Arab stargazers, unclean foreigners who worshiped strange gods and ate strange food, they traveled at great risk as they crossed the desert following a star to a stable in Bethlehem.

The guest list was a little odd on that first Christmas. It was a most remarkable and diverse group who celebrated with Mary and Joseph while welcoming the baby Jesus to the world. Even more remarkable is the fact that there was not a religious person present on that starry, starry night. Were they busy, not invited, or simply blinded by religious practice and traditions that kept Jesus hidden from them? As his life unfolded, the story would not change much.

On this Christmas Eve I want to encourage you to follow Jesus. Resist the temptation of becoming a grumpy, religious person and share the joy of Christmas with every foreigner, cow, chicken, immigrant, stranger, and friend. Don’t miss the party, let the joy of Christmas inform your life every day of the year.

Merry Christmas!
Pastor Jim

Don’t Lose the Story

Don’t Lose the Story

Today’s Word from Pastor Jim…

I think about her often. She lived in a modest home built by her father. She walked with a limp, and drove a Cadillac. When I came over, we made fudge together. She taught me how to play poker. She was the first person I knew with a remote on her TV, and yet she never did get a dishwasher. She volunteered tirelessly. Her hospitality was comfortable and gracious, no pretense. Her door was always open. There was always room at her kitchen table. The coffee was always on.

She was my Grandma Elliott. She raised children during the Great Depression. She carried our family on her back when my grandfather was ill. She loved me. I always knew that, and she loved CHRISTMAS!

She loved Christmas, the tree, the decorations, her family gathered at her house. The cards, the food, the friends, she loved Christmas. She loved THE STORY. The promise of life stirring mysteriously in the womb of a virgin. The journey by donkey from Galilee to the sleepy village of Bethlehem. The stable, the shepherds, and the angels. A Christmas Star bearing witness to the light of the world. The lamb of God lying in a feed trough. The journey of the wisemen as they sought the face of God.

It was just a few days before Christmas when she died. I was with her. Struck down forty-one years ago by a strange disease that attacked her immune system. She had contracted the disease through a blood transfusion. The doctors did not even have a name for the disease then.

I remember that Christmas vividly. Presents under the tree from a grandma who was gone. Celebration continued, carols sung, the story shared. Grandma loved the story.

The light shines in the darkness.
The cries of a baby who came to dry the tears of a thousand generations.
The hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight.

Grandma loved the story. My friends, don’t lose the story. Don’t lose the story in the lights of the season. Don’t lose the story in the commercials which beg us to shop.

Love the season. Love the traditions. But don’t lose the story. Come to church and hear. Invite friends to visit the story with you.

For unto you a child is born.

In love,
Pastor Jim

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Cheers!

Cheers!

Today’s Word from Pastor Jim…

It has been a tough year for those on Wall Street and for those who have IRA or retirement money invested in the financial markets. Not every year on Wall Street is a good year. Many of us have felt some anxiety as our 401K dwindled to 317B. The Trinity Lutheran Church Endowment Committee has three primary responsibilities: investing donated funds, determining yearly draws, and communicating the important work of the Endowment to our membership.

The Endowment Funds are professionally managed by a team at Wells Fargo. But even with professional management, it has been a tough year for investors. The Endowment Committee felt the same pain as the rest of us when they reviewed their accounts this fall. In the spring the Endowment Committee had broken with tradition by authorizing a draw to the Church Council early in the year. They wanted to get the money working. Their hope was to make a second draw after the markets had recovered. The markets did not recover.

I advised the Church Council that they should not expect a draw given the financial realities. Much to my surprise, when the Endowment Committee met in October, they authorized the Church Council to give $35,000 away to benevolent organizations. The Church Council distributed the money locally to the Tiny House Project, Good Cheer, Gifts from the Heart, and Helping Hand. In addition, we gave $5,000 each to ELCA World Hunger, ELCA Disaster Relief, Refugee Resettlement in Washington State, and the World Central Kitchen.

The good news traveled through our community. TLC cares!

It was a few days later that the UPS truck pulled into our parking lot. The UPS man asked for me; he had a package, actually just an envelope for me. I thanked him, and took it to my office. This is what the letter said:

“Kudos to Council and management in deciding to grant $35,000 from the Endowment fund to several charities from a declining asset base. I’m following your lead and granting you $35,000 to replenish your Endowment Fund. Cheers!”

The letter included a check for $35,000. An anonymous gift from an anonymous donor.

This Christmas, and always, miracles continue to happen, God continues to inspire generosity, grace, forgiveness and love of neighbor.

Blessed to be a Blessing!

Cheers!

Pastor Jim

The Season that Lends Itself to Reminiscing

The Season that Lends Itself to Reminiscing

Today’s Word from Pastor Jim…
 
This is a season that lends itself to reminiscing. There are so many memories embedded in the music, customs, food, and festivities of Christmas. Together we will remember the journey of Mary and Joseph as they traveled under the stars from the Judean Hills to the little town of Bethlehem. We will recall the wonder of the shepherds as they are visited by angels, the desert journey of the Wisemen, and a teenage mother who “treasured all these words and pondered them in her heart.”
 
This is a season that lends itself to reminiscing. I can remember visiting the Christmas tree lot with my mother as we attempted to find the perfect tree. I am quite certain that my father never got involved in Christmas tree shopping. I remember the year that my mother had our Christmas tree flocked purple. I am quite certain that my father never understood this.
 
Christmas was a special time in my family. The children took part in Christmas Pageants at little Trinity Lutheran Church… we shopped on the decorated streets of downtown DeKalb… we threw snowballs at cars… and we had our yearly encounter with Lutefisk: the piece of cod which passes all understanding.
 
But Christmas belonged to my Grandma Elliott. In many ways she was my best friend — we had a common enemy after all. She was a tiny stick of dynamite who walked with a noticeable limp. My brother and I were with her the day she broke her leg. He ran for help, and I stayed with Grandma.
 
That Christmas Eve scene at my grandmother’s is among the most vivid of my childhood. The Christmas tree adorned with tinsel and lights was placed in front of a large picture window. That window looked out on a snow-covered Illinois landscape. Wrapped packages were piled high, a nativity set was close by, fondue pots filled with boiling oil and creamy cheese, oyster stew and plates of sweet delights. The celebration would not be complete without the reading of the Christmas story, a Christmas carol or two, and plenteous laughter as toxic clouds of cigarette smoke filled the room.
 
Every Christmas Eve the family gathered, a more dysfunctional family than I realized as a child. Vikings don’t show a lot of emotion, but they carry axes. Norman Rockwell never showed up at Grandma’s house.
 
They are all gone now: grandparents and parents, aunts and uncles too, the family homestead gave way to an apartment building, the cousins and some of the siblings are no longer talking to each other. The story is neither good nor bad, it is just a story — a human story.
 
Perhaps no story in history has been more romanticized than the Christmas story. How romantic to be young, poor, away from home for the holidays, giving birth in a stable, facing an uncertain future, soon to be refugees fleeing to the land of Egypt. How lovely to raise a baby boy who will never really belong to you, a boy who will become a man, spend way too much time with tax collectors, and die as a criminal on a Roman cross. How is that for a Christmas card?
 
Take time to reminisce this Christmas, take time to make memories, the customs, carols, food and festivities are there to help you. Take time to thank God for human stories and for the gift of celebrating Christmas at TLC.
 
My love to you!
 
And don’t forget to wear that Christmas sweater this Sunday!
 
Pastor Jim
All I Want For Christmas

All I Want For Christmas

Today’s Word from Pastor Jim…

What great excitement filled the Lindus household in the 1960’s when the Sears catalog arrived in the mail. Pen in hand, my sister, my brother, and I would take turns thumbing through the most amazing array of toys, gadgets, and clothes. We would circle items, placing them on our Christmas wish list. Our names would be scribbled close by hoping that Santa or Grandma would make our Christmas wishes come true.

On Christmas Eve we would gather for an early dinner featuring assorted fondues and oyster stew. The children would then be sequestered in the basement. There would be lots of noise upstairs, the floor would shake, and we could hear Santa laughing as he cried out, “Merry Christmas.” Once the “all clear” was signaled, my siblings and cousins would bound up the stairs toward the Christmas tree. Like magic — the scene had changed. It looked like an entire sleigh had crashed into my grandmother’s meticulously decorated tree. There were more wrapped presents than a Toys for Tots warehouse.

The kids cried for joy at wishes granted, or cried in despair for the gift that did not arrive, or the perceived better deal that a sibling received. The adults gorged themselves with tasty Christmas pies and too much alcohol as a cloud of cigarette smoke filled the air. Then it was off to church to listen to a boring sermon as our new toys sat silently, waiting for our return.

Sears catalogs are mostly gone now; the internet has taken its place. The Amazon delivery person has become the modern-day equivalent of Santa, showing up so often that I know his name, his children’s names, and his astrological sign. Children still wait for Christmas to arrive, wish lists are still made, but the connection to anything religious is mostly an afterthought.

There is not a single physical item on my wish list this year, certainly nothing that the Amazon delivery truck could bring me. There is nothing I need. I can do without the Metaverse, and the I-Phone I have works fine. Good Housekeeping has a list of the 35 most popular Christmas gifts for adults in 2022. I checked it out, and I don’t need a single one of them.

My list cannot be purchased online or at the store. I wish for peace in Eastern Europe, tolerance in our changing society, humility among Christians, hospitality for immigrants, happiness for my children and opportunity for my grandchildren, for elected officials that care more about people than reelection.

My Christmas wish is that we might once again see our interconnectedness, working together for the common good, renewing interest in service clubs and churches that together we might weave a diverse American tapestry.

My wish is that the people of God might wake up each morning with a sense of meaning and purpose believing that they are called to ministry and service.
It was much easier being a kid, circling toys on colored catalog pages and waiting for Christmas.

I believe in Christmas. I believe that we can make a difference in a rapidly changing world. I hope that you will join me.

One day closer,

Pastor Jim

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