Saturday, April 25: During the shutdown, Ruby's Pantry food distribution continues on 4th Saturday of the month at Mission Creek Church, 521 131st Avenue W., 11 am – 12:30 pm
Helping Hands:
Marna Fasteland is sewing face masks from leftover quilt fabric. If you need a face mask, call or email Marna, and she will mail one to you. There is no charge for a mask – she is using up scraps so she can buy more fabric!
For those who have been able to share offering: THANK YOU. It truly makes a difference. We rely heavily on the plate giving of Sunday offering here, as expenses still continue. What you give, again, makes a difference.
And, as always, we'd love to share your thoughts and well wishes with one another! Send a note, give a call! Your people want to know how you are doing!
From Pastor Paul…Toward Sunday
…but their eyes were kept from recognizing him. ~ Luke 24:16
Well, for those of you that appreciate the reference, a "Facebook Memory" popped up on my phone (for the rest of you…the majority…just smile and nod and consider the source and read on)…it was a picture, from three years ago, of my children standing in a grassy meadow in Asheville, North Carolina, with a rainbow above them. Oh, it warmed my heart, back then as it does now. A heart that certainly longed for a little warming at that time…a heart that still does, I suppose.
Here's what I thought: y'know, for a difficult time, the fact that I saw and felt this experience was a blessed afterthought. See: I was getting divorced back then. I didn't quite know it, or accept that it was really happening at the time, but in retrospect it was clear. I was in mourning. I was uncertain about the future. I was afraid and I was lonely, and yet my children ran out into the meadow and wanted to have their picture taken underneath a rainbow.
Which leads to this: later that Spring I went to get my car repaired at a dealership. The people there were kind, and welcoming. They treated me like a real human being, not just a customer. A seemingly insignificant moment, all things considered, but here that moment is, three years later, in my heart…right next to that rainbow.
And it was also right about that time that Buzz and Pat were in need of somebody to house sit while they traveled, and they knew I was in need. They welcomed me. They had cats (as many of you reading this will know, I am not particularly fond of cats) but I figured it out. (And, oh, for reference: I did learn that cats are not fans of saxophones, and only grudgingly supportive of banjos, but that is another story.)
Three years later now, I think of the graces that I received during that time. Kind things from good people. Beautiful things intent on stirring the heart of anxious people. It may be (to quote brother Luke) that my "eyes were kept from recognizing them" at that very moment – after all, I was rather distracted by rugs being pulled out from under my life…but God has this way, my friends, of sharing heaping helpings of grace even in the mists of dark uncertainty.
Oh, this is no great theological treatise I write here. You've been there. Your own life experience echoes this wisdom. I mean: think of your most uncertain times. Think of your greatest discomforting fears. Weren't there shards and shreds of love and kindness and beauty, yes, even in the midst of it? Didn't you feel your heart stir even as your heart was being wrung out like a dishrag?
So here's my thought: you or I may be so wrapped up in our own drama that our myopic eyes are prevented from seeing the grace around us. Our hearts may be gripped tight in the clenched fist of anxiety…but…is there someone, somewhere around us, that can continue to help us to see? Someone that can hold up the mirror back toward our lives and be a shared witness to God's love in the midst of us? I was blessed with friendships then, as I am now. I remember them as Balm in Gilead (wounded whole/sin sick soul).
Things didn't get easier when I left Asheville, North Carolina. They got harder. I struggled and suffered and crashed and burned, but I landed in a kind town with kind people doing kind things…for which I thank you Morgan Park affiliated goofballs reading this. I thank you and I ask: wasn't God there? Every step of the way?
"Summoned or not, God is present" wrote Carl Jung, and he was right (on that point…for everything else, let's talk). Can you see it now? Can you dip a cup and drink of that grace like placing a finger in a flowing spring-thaw river?
Yeah…I know…not always that easy. I'm here to tell you that I missed it a-plenty o'times.
But it was there…in many shapes and souls and colors – whether my thick head knew it or not…and that's what I want to tell you. That's your good news for today.
Keep in touch,
Pastor Paul