Sunday, July 25, 2010

Last Night living in Boone

Blake and I are sitting on the couch watching Heroes while our laundry runs downstairs. I'm trying to do as much around here as possible so that Blake isn't left with all the chores when he leaves later in the week. There is still some packing and organizing to do - i have one last stitch to make on the quilt top, and then that sewing machine needs to be packed and returned to our old neighbor.

I've loved getting to know Boone, have a couple favorite restaurants, enjoyed hiking the blue ridge parkway, and made a few amazing friends. All that being said, I'm not really mourning this move. Boone has always felt temporary (especially now that we've been out of our apartment)and, even though Winston Salem is no less temporary, it'll be nice to be back in a town that feels a little bit more like home.




Saturday, July 24, 2010

Wrapping up Boone

My life has been consumed by the discernment process lately. My internship is exciting and busy with spurts of time commitments. It's like they occasionally forget I exist and then "Aha! We can have Anne do that - and this, and that..." and then, they forget again for another few days. Yesterday, I drove to Asheville for my first of three appointments with the diocesan psychologist for some personality testing and a introductory type session. I kid you not - question 5 - True/False - "I am possessed by evil spirits." I wish I had memorized more of the extreme questions to share with you but, alas, after over 350 true false scantron bubbles, I'm amazed I remembered how to get home.

This morning I met our J2A pilgrims at the chapel

and there it it, my newsletter just popped into existence. It began "This morning I met our J2A pilgrims at the chapel." This is why need to write more. I was struggling to write about camp - I still find it so incredibly challenging to write or talk about camp to people who've never been there.

more later...

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Sermon on Luke 10: 38-42

Proper 11 Year C
18 July 2010


“She came to him and asked, "Lord, don't you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!" the Lord answered, "you are worried and distracted by many things, but only one thing is needed.”

I get so excited when company comes to visit. I clean the house, prepare a menu, go to the grocery store, and spend hours getting everything ready. When I was growing up, it didn’t make much sense to me. “Mom! Why do we have to clean so much? It’s just grandma coming to visit!” In my adolescent years, I, basking in my wreck of a room, decided that it must be an image thing, a show that must be put on to maintain the fake constructs of our polite and impersonal society. It didn’t really matter what I thought or how I felt or how annoyed I was that I had to clean and do extra chores. In our house, you said “yes, mam” and you got to work.

In our Gospel reading, Martha graciously opens her home to Jesus and his companions. Jesus is traveling and teaching, ultimately heading towards Jerusalem and his death. From what we understand, Jesus relied on people like Martha to provide a place to stop and teach as he traveled. Because she cares about him, she and her siblings are close friends of Jesus, after all - and because she cares about his mission, she works hard to prepare her home for this special guest and wants everything to be perfect. Martha becomes overwhelmed with the burden of hosting because Mary, her sister, is neglecting her duty to help and is, instead, sitting in the living room hanging out with Jesus.

Can’t you just imagine how Martha felt? She probably would have loved to have been out there with everyone listening - she did invite Jesus into her home in the fist place , but since her sister left her alone with all the work, it is taking even longer. Standing all alone in the kitchen, angrily stirring the mixing bowl and thinking “why should Mary get to walk away from the duties of hosting but not me?” I can see how Martha, as she worked longer and longer, got angry. Can you imagine how mad, how justified Martha must have felt in order to march out in front of all those Jesus is teaching and publicly point out her sister’s failing? She pleads with Jesus - Don’t you care about me? Please, tell her to come help me! She’s left me all alone with the work! Martha, feeling very much the victim, expects Jesus to chastise Mary for failing to do her part. Jesus surprises her, however, and says this: “Martha, Martha” he soothes, calling her by name, “you are worried and distracted by many things; there is need of only one thing.”

Martha was “distracted” - not just by her work, but also by her stress and her anger with Mary. She was distracted from that which is most important. There is need of only one thing. Forget the dishes. Forget the cooking, the cleaning, the preparations. Forget the fresh flower arangements, everything. Especially, forget the anger and resentment. There is need of only one thing.

We could come down pretty hard on Martha at this point. You have Jesus Christ sitting in your house and you are wasting your time with chores? Now that I have a place of my own for friends and family to visit, I can identify so closely with my mom and with Martha. It’s not just pride in one’s home, or the expectations of society that spurs on that need to clean and prepare and host. It’s caring for the ones we love, and showing them that love in the best way we know how. Our reading tells us that Martha didn’t just put up with Jesus’ presence, but welcomed him into her home. She honored Jesus with her invitation to stay and use her home to teach. She worked hard to show her love by taking care of the gathering, providing her best efforts so that Jesus could do what he did best.Her efforts were well meant, well intentioned, and on some level - required by society’s expectations of her as a hostess and as a woman. Somehow, it turned sour in the moment. As she sat, doing what she wanted to do, what she needed to do, she got angry. Some part of Martha must have know that she could have walked into the other room and joined her sister at the feet of Jesus. But unlike Mary, she didn’t.

While thinking on this Gospel reading, I remembered a story that my friend, the Rev. David Meginniss, shared in a sermon. David is the co director of Special Session at Camp McDowell, a week long session for adults with mental and physical disabilities. Young adults volunteer to come and serve as counselors and are always changed for the better by the experience. David talked about how, when Kee (his fellow director) had to leave camp for a family emergency, he was thrown into the hot seat, solo. He was more than capable of handling the responsibility, but found himself running around camp with his watch and clipboard, trying to be everywhere at once, to keep everything running smoothly. He loves camp and everything that camp does - for the campers and for the counselors and staff. It was out of that love that David ran himself ragged to make sure it was a success. At some point, exhausted, stressed, and not having much fun - David finally woke up. He finally put down the clipboard and realized that God was there, the Holy Spirit was present in that moment in that special place and he, David, was missing it.

We live in a world of immediate and important tasks. There is actually a book out called “Having a Mary heart in a Martha World”. The dishes must, at some point, be washed, the car needs to be serviced, the grocery run must be made. We need to do our homework, write that email, walk the dog, update our facebook, pay that bill and empty the dishwasher. We do so much for the ones we love, and sometimes find ourselves - like Martha - quietly, almost shamefully bitter or angry about it. Jesus doesn’t defend our sense of martyrdom here. At the end of the day, attention to the moment, the miracle of life, and God’s presence is what is most important. Mary has chosen the better part, which will not be taken away from her. She broke free of the to do lists, the chores, and the expectations laid on her shoulders.

Jesus challenged Martha, and through this story - passed on for over a thousand years, challenges us, to find a way to see past all that . To widen our view so that that never ending to do list takes it’s proper, smaller place in life. Don’t miss out on the moment because you’re too busy making the moment happen. Don’t be blind to the miracles around you. We can’t get so focused on the details that we miss the glory of the kingdom. Our glimpses are so often fleeting and moments that can change your life are too easily missed. We forget, sometimes, that it’s okay to walk away from all those seemingly important things to do what is most needed and most important - to be present in the moment - to sit in a place of humility, love, and reverence at the feet of Christ and listen.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Afternoon in Paradise

What a beautiful day! The sun is out with a few cooling clouds - the breeze is blowing, and the deck is a happy place to be. Church was wonderful this morning. Even though I'm the new intern, today I got to be the "old pro" and help out our guest priest. We made it through the services without breaking anything, so I'd say we did okay. :)

Last night, Boyd and Joe arrived and we all sat around on the back deck talking, star gazing, and watching those hysterical multicolored flame torches that Boyd brought up from camp. After that was my first solid night's sleep in the new house - we're house sitting and the animals have consistently been waking me up throughout the night. Being exhausted helps sleep - the gin and tonic couldn't have hurt.

I'm still processing camp. Every year after camp, my mom asks me to tell her all about it and I can't. Not a thing comes to mind other than "it was wonderful, one of the best years we've had. Everyone had fun and the weather was fantastic." But I can sit around with camp friends and talk about it for hours. I guess that when I talk to people who were there, I don't have to introduce and explain everything. The context is there and we just chug away at the storytelling and laughing. Creating that context for someone who hasn't been there is a daunting task and probably impossible to really recreate. I'm struggling with that now in my sermon writing. I preach a week from today and want to work in a sweet story from camp. Whenever I hear Kee talk about camp, whenever we share stories in staff training... no explanations are necessary. We just jump in and tell it. The purpose of the story is clearly understood from the get go. I'll let you know how this turns out as I work on it.

While Blake and I are still very much in a serious state of limbo, we know a bit more about what lies ahead (short term, anyway). I put in my two week's notice with Donald and I accepted my job at Salem College back in the admissions office for my 7th recruiting season. Blake and I will live in Winston until mid to late October (depending on how long Whit and Ry can stand us invading their space) and he will continue to job hunt until something develops on that front. I'll continue my internship at St. Luke's in Boone by commuting a bit. The second overnight at Lake Logan is in October and that when I find out if (& where) I will be continuing on to seminary.

The beach house sold and we'll be heading down there for one last family trip. It's sad but we knew it had to happen eventually.

That's all for now, pray for some substance to come into my sermon notes this week!

love love love
Anne