Archive for October, 2007

Brilliant Disguise

Hannah and Nunya on Halloween

Most free moments of this day have been spent eking out any last modicum of creativity left in the aftermath of the aforementioned Cree Indian craft projects.

Yes, we’ve dug through closets, rummaged in the backyard shed, visited the attic and consulted the Internet. With ingenuity that would make the US Patent Office proud, we are now awaiting nightfall with two Samurai warriors and one pirate (with accompanying canine pirate).

I don’t know how many more years we’ll be living this mad dash to come up with costumes on Halloween afternoon, but I strongly suspect that when it’s over I’ll be mourning the loss. Right now, though, I’m rather overwhelmed by the Herculean effort it takes to come up with these disguises.

Today, in between tying belts and affixing hoop earrings I got to thinking about the many ways in which we all undertake what also really amount to Herculean efforts at disguise-disguising ourselves from each other so that, as much as we can manage it, we’re presenting our “happy,” “wholesome,” and “successful” faces to the world.

Come to think about it, though it has taken three Halloween costumes to find its way to the blog, it has been several months that I’ve been thinking about this very phenomenon. What started my thinking was planning for Lent 2008 (My, don’t I sound organized. Don’t worry . . . it’s just a disguise) and the jarring realization that close to nobody wants to run to their church families and spill any kind of guts that might show ourselves to be hurting, vulnerable, sinful . . . human.

In fact, come to think of it, church is the last place some of us would come to confess or to break down, to ask for help or to find others to walk through the pain with us.  Doing that would mean we are vulnerable, needy . . . certainly not strong and self-sufficient.

No, it seems to me that most of us would much rather wake up every morning, rummage through our arsenal of disguises and come up with a brilliant disguise or, failing that, at least one good mask to take us through the day ahead.

In her book Leaving Church, Barbara Brown Taylor notes “The call to serve God is first and last the call to be fully human.” If we call ourselves Christians then, presumably, we are called by God. Why, then, is it so very hard to take off our disguises and be fully human with each other?

I’m heading out in a few minutes for what may be one of my last years of trick-or-treating with kids. Before I step out I’ll probably don my usual witch costume, complete with hat, dress, spider earrings and black lipstick (save the comments-there are none Mark has not already made . . . many times). I’ll herd my little flock of Samurai warriors and pirate plus pirate dog down the street and as I do I’ll try to remember that, while donning a get-up for Halloween is awfully fun, doing it every single day for your whole life is just too, too hard.

The call to serve God is first and last the call to be fully human, to lay down the brilliant disguises we’ve used for so long and make room for others to take their masks off, too.

Perhaps the biggest challenge of our lives, then, is to respond to the call of God by being, well, exactly who we are: precious children of a loving creator.

And if we could possibly manage to take our disguises off long enough to do that, well, I think that would be . . . brilliant.

Blogs That Should Have Been

This is how I write a blog entry: I go about my generally hectic life, trying desperately to accomplish everything I have to accomplish . . . you know, get the kids to school, remember appointments at work, visit all the people I need to visit, return emails, show up for special events, plan worship, make dinner, help with homework, return emails . . . . While I am doing all of this, I sometimes am jarred from my steady pace by experiences I have in which I think: “Oh, this would make a great blog entry!”

Usually I write down my ideas on a to-do list and hope that a few moments of quiet coincide with just a little inspiration and I can produce something decent enough to post.

The last few weeks have provided plenty of occasions like this one, but overall life has been notably void of time to sit down and write. Instead, it’s like one frantic rush from this thing to the next, and somewhere in all of the madness the moment of creative energy slipped right on by.

As my attempt to get back on track (and insure that my random thoughts receive the placement into perpetuity that they most certainly deserve), I thought I’d list the blogs that should have been but weren’t . . . because the pace of life passed them by.

1. Long after we should have here at Calvary we’ve decided to take on the “culling of the library books.” This time-honored tradition apparently has not been observed often at Calvary, and thus I found myself in Woodward Hall surrounded by many (many!) boxes of library books. I was assigned this task because I am the closest thing to an expert on scripture commentaries and other religious books (God help us). Nevertheless, I took on the task with great optimism, determined to ruthlessly emancipate the church from hundreds of obsolete volumes (keep in mind, the Dead Sea Scrolls were discovered in 1947 or so-this changed the face of biblical scholarship . . . ). However, like Edmund, the White Witch, and Turkish Delight, despite my determination to be ruthless I was inexplicably lured by the power of the books. While I stalwartly determined to exercise my culling power lavishly (as objectively needed to be done!), I found myself thinking, “Well, so-and-so might like this one” . . . or, “You know, I should really have a copy of this in my library . . . “. When I set aside The Care and Feeding of the Minister from the Minister’s Wife’s Perspective I knew I had hit rock bottom and needed serious help.

2. In my ongoing attempt to collect evidence to prove that elementary school teachers devote their entire careers to torturing parents I’ve recently found myself researching various aspects of the Cree Indian Tribe. Now, political correctness aside (I am sure they are fabulous native peoples), I could care less about the Cree Indians. And I am significantly offended by the fact that many of my evenings lately have been devoted to creating projects (that’s right-PLURAL!) about their history. A few weeks ago when I found myself in the local hardware store late in the evening (pushing open hours) begging the clerk for anything that might remotely resemble any kind of ancient tool of the Cree (or anybody, really . . . at that point I didn’t care), I decided I have had enough. Is there some legislation passed to require that all parents relive 4th grade? If not, I demand we be released from this tyranny. From now on (call me a terrible parent . . . you won’t be the first), Sammy is on his own!

3. Alas, my digital camera has died. Had it not I most certainly would have stopped by the side of the road to photograph an old US Postal Service mailbox (the big kind), repainted red and set outside the local Baptist church with the label: Prayer Box. It’s hard to say what kind of blog would have accompanied that picture, but if you’ve been reading long enough you can probably guess.

4. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, South Georgia. This experience most assuredly would fill many a blog entry. We had the privilege of traveling to Sylvania, Georgia for the wedding of our dear friends Elizabeth and Kevin. The wedding deserves an entire blog site to itself (and probably has one over at Elizabeth’s blog) but the whole experience provided some good fodder for blog ideas. Aside from the “prayer box,” these were the ideas that crossed my mind: We stayed in the only hotel in Sylvania, Georgia, the Days Inn. We stayed in the suite. The suite was a very long room with three double beds lined up in a row, which was totally serviceable for the family. The day of the wedding we headed over to the town beauty salon, A Cut Above, and reenacted scenes from Steel Magnolias. I have never in my life breathed in so much hairspray or spent so much time in conversations about children in beauty pageants.

5. The wedding itself was really beautiful. However, as Kevin and Elizabeth decided to Elizabeth and Samcompletely shock the good folks of Sylvania with not one but two female clergy performing the ceremony , the comments I heard after the service were truly blogable. Despite the funny comments, as far as I know everyone survived and Kevin and Elizabeth are now definitely married.

Here we pay homage to blogs that should have been and move boldly into the future, awaiting whatever’s next. Stay tuned!

Kate Campbell at Calvary

Kate Campbell

Join us Thursday evening, November 1st at 7:30 p.m., in Calvary’s beautiful Woodward Hall to welcome Kate Campbell in concert.  Tickets are available online at www.calvarydc.org or at the door, and the money we collect that evening will help support youth programs at Calvary, including Calvary’s afterschool program and inner city kids at Camp Fraser every summer.

It’s worth coming just because it’s a good cause, but Kate is wonderful in concert.  If you’ve never heard her music and are sure you and folk music do not mix, give this a try.  Kate has a way with her voice and the guitar that will have you singing along before you know it.  Hope you’ll join us.

Reunion

Ruschlikon Reunion

1994.

New student at the seminary who seems rather shell-shocked.

My introduction to the horrors of genocide in Rwanda.

Into my life came Frederic . . . and Julianne . . . and Consolee and Felix.

11 years later, they are here in DC.  Safe.

 Thanks be to God.

Educational Opportunities Abound

As you read the following you will think I am pulling your leg.  Not so.  Here’s the link to the LA Times for your thoughtful perusal. 

And, please keep your “excited murmurs” to a minimum, if at all possible.

By Stephanie Simon
(c) 2007, Los Angeles Times

FORT WORTH, Texas — Equal but different.
You hear that a lot on the lush green campus of Southwestern Baptist
Theological Seminary.

God values men and women equally, any student here will tell you.
It’s just that he’s given them different responsibilities: Men make
decisions; women make dinner.

This fall, the internationally known seminary — a century-old
training ground for Southern Baptists — began reinforcing those
traditional gender roles with college classes in homemaking. The
academic program, open only to women, includes lectures on laundering
stubborn stains and a lab in baking chocolate-chip cookies.
Philosophical courses such as “Biblical Model for the Home and
Family” teach that God expects wives to submit graciously to their
husbands’ leadership. A model house, to be completed by next fall,
will allow women to get credit toward bachelor’s degrees by learning
how to set tables, sew buttons and sustain lively dinner-time
conversation.

It all sounds wonderful to sophomore Emily Felts, 19, who signed up
as soon as she arrived on campus this fall.

Several relatives have told Felts that she’s selling herself short.
They want her to become a lawyer, and she agrees she would make a good
one. But that’s not what she wants to do with her life.
More to the point, it’s not what she believes God wants of her.
“My created purpose as a woman is to be a helper,” Felts said firmly.
“This is a college education that I can use.”

Seminary President Paige Patterson and his wife, Dorothy — who goes
by Mrs. Paige Patterson — view the homemaking curriculum as a way to
spread the Christian faith.

In their vision, graduates will create such gracious homes that
strangers will take note. Their marriages will be so harmonious, other
women will ask how they manage. By modeling traditional values, they
will inspire friends and neighbors to read the Bible and then,
perhaps, to follow the Lord.

“I’m personally going to teach the course in table manners,” Paige
Patterson said, moments after sneaking scraps of poached chicken off
his lunch plate for his black Labrador, Noche.

His wife shook her head affectionately.

“Oh my,” she said, in her gentle Southern lilt. “We’ll have to pray
for some help with that.”

So far, just eight of the 300 students in the seminary’s
undergraduate program are enrolled in the homemaking concentration,
which is similar to a major and counts toward a bachelor of arts in
humanities. Many more women, including graduate students and wives of
seminarians, study traditional gender roles in courses such as “Wife
of the Equipping Minister.” On a recent evening, more than 50 women –
some in sloppy sweats, others in prim sweater sets — pulled out
notebooks as class opened with student presentations. One woman talked
about her hobby of cross-stitching. Another showed how she uses the
Internet to track grocery coupons.

Laney Homan, 30, drew excited murmurs with her talk on meal planning,
featuring a recipe for a sure-fire “freezer pleaser” — a triple batch
of meatloaf (secret ingredient: oatmeal). Thanks to a computerized
system for generating grocery lists, Homan said, “I’ve actually
trained my husband to shop for me.”

Laughing, she threw her palms toward the heavens and added: “Praise Jesus!”
For the rest of the nearly three-hour class, guest lecturer Ashley
Smith, the wife of a theology professor, laid out the biblical basis
for what she calls “the glorious inequalities of life.”

Smith, 30, confided that she sometimes resents her husband for
advancing his career “while I’m changing diapers and getting poop all
over me.”

But then she quoted from Ephesians: “Wives, submit to your own
husbands, as to the Lord.” And from Genesis: God created Eve to be a
“suitable helper” for Adam.

“If we love the Scripture, we must do it,” said Smith, who gave up
her dreams of a career when her husband said it was time to have
children. “We must fit into this role. It’s so much more important
than our own personal happiness.”

More moderate Southern Baptists disagree, and they counter with their
own biblical references. When Jesus dined at the home of two sisters,
he praised Mary, who spent the evening studying his teachings, above
Martha, who did chores. Elsewhere in the New Testament, the apostle
Paul writes that “there is neither male nor female: for ye are all one
in Christ.”

“We’re confusing 1950s culture with the teaching of Scripture,” said
Wade Burleson, a Southern Baptist pastor in Oklahoma. “I nowhere see
where the Lord Jesus places limitations on the role of women in our
culture.”

One of the largest Southern Baptist seminaries, Southwestern draws
students from around the world to its 200-acre campus, fringed by
trees that set it apart from a rundown neighborhood in south Fort
Worth. Nearly three-quarters of the campus’ 3,000 students are men,
and many are older, having felt a call to ministry mid-life. The
seminary caters to their families, with shaded sidewalks for strollers
and a duck pond much beloved by toddlers.

In the undergraduate college — which opened two years ago — every
student must take Greek or Latin, plus seminars that explore works by
Sophocles and Shakespeare, Machiavelli and Marx, Darwin and
Dostoyevsky. The other day, Sarah Babler, an 18-year-old freshman
enrolled in the homemaking program, was writing a paper on the Trojan
War for one class. For another, she was parsing Proverbs 31 — on the
attributes of a godly woman.

She and others in the homemaking program devote about 20 percent of
their classroom time over four years to courses such as “Clothing
Construction,” “Meal Preparation ” and “Value of a Child.”
Such classes went out of style at most secular colleges a
half-century ago, but undergraduate Quincy A. Jones said he considers
them essential in a world where too many families are fractured and
unhappy. Jones, who is married and has five children, said he would
encourage his teenage daughter to study homemaking.
“It’s not limiting at all,” said Jones, 35. “It prepares women for a
variety of roles.”

Paige Patterson agrees. His goal is to nurture well-rounded women who
can do more than press a perfect crease: “We’re equipping them to do
home-schooling.”

An avid hunter who wears cowboy boots to chapel, Patterson, 64, is a
powerful — and polarizing — figure within the Southern Baptist
Convention.

During his tenure as convention president in the late 1990s, Southern
Baptists banned women from becoming pastors and called on every wife
“to submit herself graciously to the servant leadership of her
husband.” Last year, Patterson fired a female professor of biblical
languages; he interprets the Bible as prohibiting women from teaching
men theology.

Many moderates have left the Southern Baptist Convention in recent
years — including former President Carter — but it remains the
largest Protestant denomination, claiming more than 16 million
believers and 42,000 churches.

The conservative leadership plans to offer homemaking at other
seminaries. Here at Southwestern, the classes are proving popular with
an array of women.

Donella Cecrle, 36, spent years in the corporate world, traveling to
sell computer software — and far out-earning her husband, Andy.
Subservience wasn’t in her vocabulary. Neither was homemaking. Most
days, dinner was takeout from the Mexican restaurant down the street
or a quick meal at IHOP.

But about six years ago, the couple worked through a low point in
their marriage with prayer and Bible study. Slowly, Cecrle said, she
began to realize that she needed to change. When Cecrle became
pregnant, she left work for good and now stays home with their two
preschool-age children.

In what time she can spare, Cecrle works toward a bachelor’s degree
at the seminary. She started this semester with a homemaking course,
which Dorothy Patterson, 63, teaches at her own dining-room table
(artfully decorated with sprigs of autumnal berries and curls of
pumpkin-hued ribbon).

Cecrle credits Patterson’s lectures on God’s vision of womanhood with
helping her embrace her role as helper — and restrain her instincts
to take charge. “I have to be able to shut my mouth,” she said.
Many male graduate students at Southwestern take a class in masculine
leadership, where they are admonished to put their wives’ needs before
their own even as they flex their authority. But there’s no broader
curriculum on a husband’s role, leading Dusty Deevers, 30, to wonder
what he and other male students might be missing. Labs on mowing the
lawn? Trimming hedges? Balancing a checkbook? “Many, many men would be
well-served by something like that,” Deevers said.

Andy Cecrle, 42, takes it one step further: He would like to see a
homemaking class for men, or at least a survival boot camp. He happens
to know his way around the house and is proud that he changes his
children’s diapers. But he knows many guys don’t have a clue how to
even start the washer.

“What if my wife is sick and my kids need clean clothes? It may not
hurt to have some basic tips,” Cecrle said. Then he added cautiously:
“A lot of people would take great exception to what I’m saying.”
Felts is one of them. The point of taking college-level homemaking,
she said, is to ensure that her husband won’t feel that he has to darn
a sock or do the laundry. Those are her jobs.

If she doesn’t marry, that’s fine, too; she’ll pursue a master’s in
education — and use it to teach homemaking.

“I’m not one of those out to rebel, out to be my own woman types,” she said.
Home-schooled by her mother, Felts is poised, articulate and
unfailingly polite; she calls her elders “ma’am” and expresses
surprise with a genteel “Goodness!” She commutes to college from her
family’s Fort Worth home, so she has plenty of opportunity to work on
her helper skills. She dusts, mops and vacuums. She often makes dinner
for her family: Noodles from scratch or quiche with a homemade crust.
Does she enjoy these tasks? Except for vacuuming, absolutely, Felts
said. And if she didn’t?
“It really doesn’t matter what I think,” Felts said. “It matters what
the Bible says.”

Prayers for Burma

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Calvary has the good fortune of sharing ministry with a Burmese congregation.  Last Sunday, in response to the violence in Burma, our community held a prayer service in which we prayed for the people of Burma.  I was aware very poignantly in that service, of two strong sensations. 

The first was a distinct unfamiliarity, kind of like I was observing the service from afar.  It was painfully obvious how little I actually know about Burma; that sense of longing for political freedom felt completely foreign to me; even the pictures on the screen seemed very exotic–nothing like the streets of Washington, D.C.

The second feeling I had so strongly was a simultaneous feeling of deep connection with the Burmese folks gathered there.  These are not just pictures of atrocities half a world away, came the sudden realization.  My friends are worried about their families.  I know what it feels like to worry about someone you love.  Grief is a constant companion for my Burmese friends.  I can recognize the sensation of grief.  Homesickness was palpable as we heard various individuals speak of their homeland.  I’ve been homesick before.

The memory of their tears that day, all at once very far off and so close they feel like part of me, is enough to keep me offering prayers for Burma. 

The Text This Week

To all who are working with the lectionary texts this week . . . sorry.  The texts this week are particularly difficult.  So far I have not figured out how to tie Psalm 137:9 with World Communion Sunday, which this week is!  Good thing my friend and colleague Jim Somerville is blogging all week on the texts.  Stop over at the Lectionary Homiletics blog to check out how a masterful pulpiteer handles these hard ones.