A Word on Worship from Pastor Jim

A Word on Worship from Pastor Jim

Wearing a Mask as a Sign of Unity in Fighting the Pandemic

Join us for worship on August 1st at Trinity Lutheran Church. In-person worship will be held at 8:00 and 10:00 a.m. For your convenience, the 8:00 a.m. service will also be live-streamed and can be viewed at any time. In the sanctuary at TLC, we will be wearing our masks as a courtesy and a sign of unity in fighting this pandemic. Masks will be available at the entrance of the church.

Young children and those with breathing difficulties will not need to wear masks. During the coffee hour in the gym and outside, mask wearing will be at your discretion.

We are hoping that this is a short season of mask wearing, but regardless of the duration, we know that we are in this together and together we work for the common good.

See you in the morning!
Pastor Jim

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Leave it to the Amateurs

Leave it to the Amateurs

Today’s Word from Pastor Tom Kidd…

Soffit… Webster’s, “the underside of a part or member of a building.”

Soffits are not typically a topic of conversation. They are not a part of construction that typically captures one’s attention. They are the eaves for goodness’ sake. That is, unless you have just had your roof replaced, which of course means the fascia boards will need to be replaced, which means of course the plywood underneath will be found sufficiently rotted and need to be replaced, which means of course the gutters will no longer be sufficient… which is why God created HELOC loans (thank you, Lord).

Now this dandy new roof is prepared to shed water for years to come, keeping us all toasty and dry come winter, or summer, rains. That is, as long as the soffits get painted. All that new plywood hanging out beneath the eaves now stands out like a matronly African American Woman from an inner-city Baptist Church talking back to a Lutheran pastor during his Sunday sermon, “Umm ummm Preacher, don’t stop now. Preach it, we’ve got time. Ummm ummm!” (My experience… for another blog).

Anyway, much to our satisfaction, the professionals did their part and we are pleased. Now it is time for the amateur(s) to do their part… me (and me). Old paint chipped, scraped, and primed. New paint applied in awkward small places often from the top of an extended ladder (don’t bother to tell me why I should not be up a ladder… I’ve heard it all… it turns out God’s gift of HELOC has limits). My neighbor, who shall remain nameless (LeRoy), made some comment about the condition of my painting clothes which appeared to have something do with the amount of paint I wore as well as the generally frayed quality of my garments. I am considering forgiving him. At any rate, it is no small task scrubbing the paint off me at the end of a day.

I am comfortable in saying a professional would accomplish my efforts with a paint brush in a fifth of the time. And they would finish cleaner, with far fewer reasons to be wearing Band-Aids… ugh.

So, what does a soffit have in common with Jesus? Nothing!

Except to say that when Jesus got around to calling those who would take responsibility to share the Good News that the world had been saved (past tense), who did he call? Amateurs. Now, there is a place for the professionals, albeit a small place for us clergy/diaconal/shaman types. Yet, in the economy of God’s plan, we need to be regularly reminded that, according to Luther, authority for ministry is given by virtue of Baptism not ordination. Love is our credential for serving. When we love God with heart, mind, and soul, then even though our efforts might at times feel feeble, it is love that honors the labor. Even messy labor bears fruit.

“God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God and God in them.
In this way, love is made complete among us so that we will have confidence on the day of judgment, because in this world we are like him. There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love.” I John 4:16b-18

Your labors, born out of love for God and neighbor, will bear fruit. God doesn’t grade on neat (I wish that were true for my soffits). Stay out there! I am praying for you.

Thanks for loving in our Lord’s Name.

Pastor Tom

Embrace the Day

Embrace the Day

Today’s Word from Deacon Amy…

Awake, my soul!
Awake, O harp and lyre!

I will awake the dawn.
I will give thanks to you, O Lord, among the peoples;

I will sing praises to you among the nations.
Psalm 57:8-9

My daughter, Lia, sent me the attached picture today. She captioned it, “Appa is embracing the morning!” Appa is our boar; he weighs in at roughly 550 pounds, and he’s a pretty cool guy. We recently had to enlarge the opening to his stall so that he could walk in again rather than crawling – pigs don’t crawl well. On most mornings, we find Appa in this position, with his body inside the stall and his head out, seemingly smiling at the morning. Appa knows how to embrace the day.

I’ve found that most animals have the amazing ability to begin each day fresh. They seldom carry yesterday’s worries into the new morning. They don’t start their day with a mile long to-do list or an overly busy schedule. They don’t have worries and anxieties to dwell on. They embrace each day as it comes, searching out sunshine and good company.

Walking outside and seeing Appa and our other critters every morning helps me to remember to embrace each day for what it is; a fresh start. The goats calmly grazing in the field remind me to slow down and enjoy the morning. The ducks splashing in their little pool help me to focus on finding joy everywhere I can. The dogs happily greeting me at the gate remind me to appreciate spending time with people that I care about.

Each morning, I am reminded of all that I have to be thankful for. It is good to take time to remember all of the good things in our lives. Tomorrow morning, I’m going to try to remember to embrace the day with the peace and joy that our animals exude. I hope you will too!

Deacon Amy

Masks

Masks

Today’s Word from Pastor Jim…

“Now there are a variety of gifts, but the same Spirit; there are varieties of services, but the same Lord; but it is the same God who activates all of them in everyone. To each is given the manifestation of the Spirit for the common good.” I Corinthians 12:4-7

Have we somehow lost sight of the “common good?” Has our society become so self-centered that we have lost the ability to consider how our actions will affect our neighbors?

The Apostle Paul reminds us of our Christian responsibility saying, “Do nothing from selfish ambition or conceit, but in humility regard others as better than yourselves.” Philippians 2:3

I am fully vaccinated. The latest science indicates that I have little to fear from the Delta variant of Covid-19. The threat to me is very small, the likelihood of serious illness or hospitalization is miniscule.

On Monday, July 26th the following was published in the New York Times:

“Let’s start with a few facts that are clear:
• Vaccinated people are nearly guaranteed not to be hospitalized or killed by Covid.
• Among children under 12, who remain ineligible for the vaccine, serious forms of Covid are also extremely rare. Children face bigger risks when they ride in a car.
• The Delta variant does not appear to change either of those facts.
• Millions of unvaccinated American adults are vulnerable to hospitalization or death from Covid.”

What will it look like in our community to love and respect each other as we work together for the “common good?” Can we put aside political and philosophical differences? Can we “in humility regard others as better than ourselves”?

What will it look like for the people of TLC to unite our efforts for the “common good?” First, I believe that all who can be safely vaccinated should be vaccinated. This pandemic is not about individuals or individual rights, it is about something bigger. Namely, what it means to be a part of a community; what it means to be united as citizens in pursuit of the “common good” of all citizens. The science is clear, those who are eligible should be vaccinated. Not worried about your own health? Then get vaccinated for your neighbor; don’t be a virus carrier.

Secondly, given the Delta variant, I am going to ask our worshipers to wear masks again for at least the next two weeks. Vaccinated and unvaccinated, our masks will be a sign of our care for others and our unified effort to address this pandemic. You won’t need masks outside or in the coffee hour where open spaces and open doors should provide a greater level of safety.

I am fully vaccinated, I do not fear this virus in the least, but I am going to wear a mask out of respect for others. It is not about me, at least it shouldn’t be. Following Jesus should check our egos and inspire us to live for others.

For the first two Sundays in August, I would encourage you to wear a mask in worship. We will re-evaluate this policy on a regular basis as we work together for the “common good.”

I will see you in church this Sunday!

Pastor Jim

Time is Precious

Time is Precious

Today’s Word from Pastor Jim…

We arrived at our room, and I took off my watch. I had not taken that watch off for 16 months. I made the decision not to put it back on until it was time to go home. Felicia and I had left the island, all by ourselves. We were scheduled to be in Canada with our children and grandchildren, but Prime Minister Justin Trudeau was not yet rolling out the welcome mat. Leaving everything behind we set off to reconnect, to rest and reflect, and to celebrate 39 years of marriage.

I set my watch on the dresser and did not look back. On occasion I found myself glancing toward my left wrist, but soon I was liberated from such impulses. There were no commitments, only warm days and the gentle breezes of evening. The hours were filled with relaxing bike rides, long walks, naps, and happy hour for two on the deck. Alarms were not set; time was of little consequence, and my watch had lost its purpose.

Vacations are wonderful and after so many pandemic cancellations, this time away was just what the doctor had ordered. Time may have stopped, but the calendar continued to spin. We packed up our bags to return home to Whidbey Island. Our ride to the airport would be arriving soon. My watch had been charging overnight in anticipation of a return to service. Fully charged we were reunited, but the watch refused now to work. Like a scorned lover she turned her head in disgust, unable to find or keep the time anymore.

I left her at the airport, discarded in a recycling bin, destined for reincarnation or a landfill. She had served me well for six years, but it was time for her to retire. I am left with no way to count my steps, except to walk around babbling numbers. How will I know when my heartbeat is elevated, what time is the wedding, and would anyone notice if the 8:00 am service started at 8:07 am?
Time is precious, time is fleeting, ferries and churches run on schedule.

Left with no real alternative, short of retirement, I guess I will get a new watch.

See you in church tomorrow morning! We will be celebrating Pastor Dennis and Jeri and their retirement after 57 years! Maybe we will give Pastor Dennis a gold watch and maybe I can borrow it.

Much love,
Pastor Jim

What Sweetness Awaits

What Sweetness Awaits

Today’s Word from Sheila Weidendorf…

If you’ve read any of my missives about Old Tyme music—which I dearly love—you know that I’m NOT a big fan of what I have called “Pie in the Sky” Theology. It’s a kind of “It’s okay if we suffer now because we will be rewarded in heaven” theology. It’s a kind of “just rewards” theology that frankly makes me uncomfortable, the same way notions of a “just war” are troublesome (That I’ll leave for some other time and place!).

At the same time, “just rewards” are, indeed, a totally understandable concept. We try to live well, treat others well, make our contributions in this life, pay our taxes (Give unto Caesar, after all!), donate our time and money to good causes as we are able, raise our children with love and healthy values… why not hope that all this will come to some fitting and good end—maybe in this life and, if not, with our Father in Heaven in that mansion of many rooms reserved for the faithful?

I can’t argue with this reasoning. Did not Jesus himself say that there was a kingdom awaiting him someday, somewhere and not in this world? And did he not promise his followers the keys to that kingdom as due and fitting reward for devotion and faith? Even sidestepping the life of the spirit for a moment—a simple understanding of the laws of cause and effect tell us that if we properly combine the ingredients for a cake and bake them with due diligence, we will end up with… a cake!! How much more so then so do we expect a life well and “properly” lived to result in suitable personal and spiritual rewards? And truly, when we are suffering isn’t it almost essential to maintain hope and faith that the suffering will pass and all will be well, if not now then someday? And do we not call on God in our times of trial and seek to be delivered from it?

In all honesty, during the last few months of my life I found myself more stressed (now past tense!!) than I can remember being in years. My immune system was misbehaving and causing me to have crazy allergic reactions to just about anything and everything, culminating in a bad case of disseminated shingles this spring. For several months I knew I’d be having to move my daughter and I to a new home but NOTHING was showing up. I had literally no idea what would be our earthly fate and I was rather a wreck, both physically and emotionally.

It was quite an interesting experience witnessing this unfold within myself. I like to think that I am a woman of resource, in both the inner and outer life-scapes. The spiritual path is really the only path for me—and for as long as I can remember. Too, I have experienced great hardship and loss and trauma and even violence in my life, yet always come to know that, in the heart of everything under the sun one can discover the rich blessings of God among, between, and within us— even IN the trauma and not just beside or in spite of it.

So here I was, not even breathing some days, fearing I was hugely failing my daughter by not being able to say for too long, “HERE is where we will be living!” And it was all baffling me— First the lack of any detectable motion in the ether to suggest all would be well in time for our move-out date. Second, my body succumbing to the effects of the stress and third— my own succumbing to fear. Didn’t I know better than that how this marvelous, mysterious, wonderful God-given Universe works? How curious, then, to watch myself fall into the hopeless quicksand that is doubt and psychological self-immolation.

In a way, such succumbing to such fear and doubt— whether of self or God— is a kind of narcissism, much in the same way that a “I’ve been good so God will reward me” can be a kind of spiritual narcissism. There is almost nothing on Earth that we can control, after all. Life WILL have its ups AND its downs. People we love will leave us, hurt us, or betray us and not because we “deserve” it. We will also be blessed with great fortunes and accolades—and not necessarily because we “deserve” it. Some people will love us, others will hate us— and that will usually have more to do with them than us!

In fact, all we can control is ourselves, and even that might be a misnomer. All we can really master, perhaps, is ourselves. We can witness our emotions, our thoughts, our deeds. When we fall short, we can notice without judgement and try again to be more cogent the next time. When we find ourselves in fear or doubt, we can notice that and try to breathe more deeply, not faulting ourselves for our humanness, and just allow the time and space to be doubting and fearful until we are able to get to the other side and remember who we really are as children of God.

Because isn’t that just it? We are children of God, beloved of the Creator. Everything we can possibly experience is part and parcel of this earthly existence and is better felt, witnessed, mastered rather than indulged or judged. Even the “good” stuff! If I have made an offering of any sort and it is appreciated, then Great! But that really doesn’t mean anything—it doesn’t make me uniquely wonderful any more than experiencing doubt makes me uniquely un-wonderful!

As always, I come back to the notion of surrender, which is perhaps the most important tool in the spiritual toolbox for me, along with witnessing. There’s something to be said for surrendering to one’s own experience— if you doubt, doubt fully! Let yourself explore the doubt until you find its outer limit. And notice the process, remembering that the one in us who can witness the doubt— or the fear, or the judgement or the whatever— the one who can say, “I am doubting,” cannot be the one experiencing the doubt. Ponder that for a moment! The one trapped in the doubt is too busy doubting to be able to label the experience. So, who is the one in us who CAN see both the forest and the trees? That one is NOT trapped in the quicksand. And that one— the Holy Witness within— IS the evidence of God in us and is NOT affected by the ups and downs, the expanses and the contractions.

I think that it is in holy surrender that we experience fully the sweetness of life, of love, of God. It can be said that it is our resistance to what IS that causes our discomforts. We don’t WANT to be afraid of not having a place to live so we (I!) fight that feeling. And the energy of such inner resistance is always a kind of contraction. How then to allow the expanse of God to enter into our awareness if we are in complete and utter contraction?

That is why we must become, for example, conscious of our breathing. The kind of physical contraction that happens in stress causes us to hold the body in tension, to breathe only in the shallows, thus restricting flow in ways great and small. In the simple act of acceptance— of surrender— to the current fact of whatever is causing distress and then breathing, breathing, breathing deep all that exists beyond the temporary contraction allows our awareness to shift from current distress to the expansion that is our true calling, that is of that Holy Witness within, that is of God and that is our birthright.

One could also say that such Surrender is really just an acknowledgement of Grace. And what sweetness awaits when we allow Grace to enter into all the spaces of our lives, including the dark places we hide within.

Today’s music is one of my piano meditations— improvisations that I do whenever the mood strikes. (My personal YouTube channel is reserved for these extemporaneous musical meditations.) I called this one, “What Sweetness Awaits.” Please enjoy!

Click HERE to listen to What Sweetness Awaits

Click HERE to visit my YouTube Channel

Sheila Weidendorf
Trinity Keyboardist