Come discover Wesley as we kick off the fall semester…

June 30th, 2008

There is a place for you at Wesley! Whether you are a brand new first year student, returning to Grounds with a year or two under your belt, transferring in this semester, or entering graduate studies, Wesley has a place for you!

Move-In Weekend and the Activities Fair:

We want to welcome you on Move-In Day, August 23rd. If you are moving into a first year dorm and would like help moving in, contact our office manager Sharon (sharon AT wesleyuva.org) by August 15th and we will have students there to meet you and help out that Saturday.

Bring your family and friends by for a complimentary cold salad lunch from 11am – 1pm on Move-In Day. When you are beat from packing and unpacking, take a break with us and enjoy some fresh, cool, homemade salads from the church members of Wesley Memorial. Come by any time between 11am and 1pm to eat and to meet our campus minister and students from the group.

We’ll have a table at the UVA Activities Fair (Monday, August 25th, 12-5 pm) and we’d love to chat with you. Stop by to meet us and to get your Wesley cup.

Come check us out at one of our kick off events within the first few weeks of class:

Thursday, 8/28 at 6pm — First Thursday Night Kick-off Picnic

Sunday, 8/31

  • 11am — Worship at Wesley Memorial UMC (Campus Minister Deborah Lewis preaching)
  • 6pm — Sunday Night Worship at the Wesley Foundation (with Communion)

Tuesday 9/2 at 12:15pm—Lunch at the PAV. Grab your food and meet us in the back room.

Thursday 9/4 at 6pm — Thursday night dinner & forum

Sunday 9/7

  • 11 am —Worship at Wesley Memorial UMC & Welcome Picnic on the church lawn after worship
  • 6pm — Sunday Night Worship at the Wesley Foundation (with Communion)

Wednesday 9/17 at 5pm—Free, drop-in Yoga Class in the living room at the Wesley Foundation

You can always find out what’s going on by checking in here on the website. To keep up to date on last minute changes and additions to the schedule, sign up for our weekly emails by contacting our campus minister, Deborah: deborah AT wesleyuva.org

Fun fellowship events, small group studies, and other activities can change from week to week but here is our routine weekly schedule for the fall semester this year:

Sunday

  • 11 am Worship at Wesley Memorial United Methodist Church
  • 6 pm Sunday Night Worship at the Wesley Foundation (with Communion)

Tuesday

  • 12:15 pm Lunch at the PAV

Wednesday

  • 5 pm Free drop-in Yoga Class (begins 9/17)

Thursday

  • 6-8pm Dinner & Forum

In addition to worship services, fellowship meals and activities, intramurals, studies and small groups, and service projects, we invite you to come visit the Wesley Foundation building. It’s open each day until late night and you are welcome here! Come spend a few minutes in quiet reflection and prayer in the Chapel or settle in for a few hours of studying in our “study camp” upstairs. Chill out in front of the TV in the game room or nap on one of the couches there or in the living room. You can even find leftovers from Thursday nights in the kitchen – or, when you’re tired of the hot pot, come over to bake and cook here! Stop by the office to visit and talk with our campus minister. This is a place for you and we can’t wait to welcome you!

Peace,

Deborah Lewis

Campus Minister & Director

Wesley Foundation Holy Land Trip 2009 – You’re Invited!

June 29th, 2008

The Wesley Foundation at UVA, in conjunction with the William & Mary Wesley Foundation, is making a pilgrimage to Israel and Palestine in January 2009, organizing the trip through The Society for Biblical Studies (www.sbsedu.org), an educational travel organization.  This is our second trip together to the Holy Land and we anticipate visits to Jerusalem, Bethlehem, Capernaum, Jericho, Jerusalem, Nazareth, Qumran, the Sea of Galilee, and more.  The trip combines spiritual pilgrimage, education about the current context, and mission for a unique, once in a lifetime opportunity.

We will walk where Jesus walked, experience unforgettable worship, and meet with a broad range of Palestinians and Israelis to learn more about the complexities of the situation there.  We will also volunteer for two days, probably planting olive trees at a Palestinian farm surrounded by three illegal Israeli settlements in the West Bank.  Olive trees take several years to mature so their planting is an expression of hope.  There will also be two 3-day extensions to the trip available, one to Mt. Sinai in Egypt and the other to Petra in Jordan.

Our travel dates are January 2- 12 (January 12-15 for the extensions).  Finalized itinerary and trip cost will be available by the end of August but we are anticipating a cost of approximately $2500/person for the basic trip (the cost for the extensions will be approximately $500.00).  The Wesley Foundation at UVA is offering partial scholarships to the first 8 students who sign up for the trip by submitting paperwork and the deposit.  The deadline to register for this trip is September 28, 2008.

In addition to our student travelers, we have a limited number of spots available for our alumni and Charlottesville District friends.  Any trip to the Holy Land is a wonderful opportunity for study and reflection.  This trip is a fantastic opportunity to learn and explore with a great group of students from our Wesley Foundations.  Basic trip cost for non-student friends is $2700.  If you are interested in making the pilgrimage with us, please contact the Rev. Deborah Lewis for more information: deborah AT wesleyuva.org or 434-977-6500.

Baccalaureate Sermon - May 17 2008

May 20th, 2008

Those Lilies

Matthew 6: 25-34

My friend Anna and I go way back.  We met in Appalachia, where I worked for three years after college, organizing church volunteers and repairing housing for low-income people.  After that, Anna and I ended up going to the same seminary in the same year and when we graduated, took a five-day backpacking trip through the Smokies with our friend Scott, whom some of you met on our spring break mission trip this year.  Last summer Anna and I took a three-week road trip to the western national parks and Canada and, because Woody and I were busy falling in love at the time, she got to hear all about it during those long drives across prairie and mountains.

There are some unlikely facets to our friendship.  After seminary Anna went back to her true love:  teaching.  Anna is a math teacher and studied things like “packing theory” (another reason she’s quite handy on long car road trips).  As most of you are aware, math is not my first love.  Usually it doesn’t make the list at all.  But I’ve often thought that if Anna had been my math teacher things may have been different for me.  She likes to call me “math phobic” and is sure she could have assuaged my fear if she had gotten to me at a younger age.

Besides math problems and issues, Anna has listened and supported me through a lot of twists and turns in the 17 years we’ve known each other.  At one point when I was venturing out into unknown territory and had a lot of anxiety about the new direction in my life, she and I spoke frequently of lilies.  During that time this passage from Matthew was my touchstone and, though I had faith that I was heading in the right direction, I was full of questions, worries, and what ifs.  It was a daily struggle for me to breathe, center myself, calm down a bit, and remember those lilies.

…[C]an any of you by worrying add a single hour to your span of life?  And why do you worry about clothing?  Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not clothed like one of these.  But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will [God] not much more clothe you – you of little faith?  Therefore do not worry, saying, ‘What will we eat?’ or ‘What will we drink?’ or ‘What will we wear?’  For…your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things… (Matthew 6: 27-33)

 

Those lilies were both a beacon and a bane to me.  In my worry and anxiety they held out hope that there was another way to be in the midst of the uncertainty.  They were an example and reminder that God the Creator never left creation, is still creating and providing for every last bit of it – even the birds of the air and the lilies of the field (vv. 26 & 28).  If God’s eye is on the sparrow, then surely God watches me (“His Eye is on the Sparrow,” Civilla Martin).  On days when I was yielding to the direction my life was taking I would say to Anna, breathing deeply, “I’m trying to remember the lilies.”

A lot of days this scriptural reminder was enough to get me breathing again, enough to get me to the next day.  But some days those lilies made me mad!  In their beautiful, quiet, faithful glory they were an example I didn’t feel up to emulating.  I knew that they were “right” and that the thought of them should bring some peace, but on some of those hard days they just stood there in the field, bright white and glorious, seemingly effortlessly, trusting in God for their every need.  On days like that, when I felt incriminated by the lilies, I would call Anna and say, “Those stupid lilies!  What do lilies know about life anyway?!”

Lilies presented themselves to me again this week in an article in O The Oprah Magazine.  Beverly Donofrio writes about her search, in her 50s, for the next stage of her life’s journey.  She was feeling called to a more contemplative life and as she was searching and praying she made the rounds of several monasteries.  During her stay at one of them she finished a book she was writing and went to chapel services every day and when she wasn’t doing either of these things she was planting “200 lilies in the forest” (O The Oprah Magazine, May 2008, p. 292).

It’s an arresting image:  planting 200 lilies in the forest.  There is something furtive about that – why the forest rather than a more open and landscaped area of the monastery grounds?  Why so many of them?

But it arrests my attention in other ways, too.  Often we are called to respond to God’s grace with grand gestures like protesting injustice on the National Mall in D.C. or giving our lives in pursuit of the cure for cancer.  At least equally as often we are called to respond to God’s grace in seemingly small, unseen, impractical, extravagant gestures of thoughtfulness and kindness and beauty.

200 lilies in the forest.  Creating more beauty in the world is a spiritual pursuit worthy of any place we find ourselves – inner city or thick of the woods.  Giving ourselves over to such acts can seem odd or ill-conceived or even misguided.  But giving ourselves over to the steady, quiet, small acts of beauty, joy, and celebration of God’s creation is an extremely faithful way of life.  What if no one ventures into the forest to see those lilies?  Was her act in vain?  Do the lilies still sing to God by their very presence in the midst of all those trees?

Alice Waters knows about creating beauty like this.  I read a book about her this week, one with an extravagant title – get ready – called Alice Waters and Chez Panisse:  The Romantic, Impractical, Often Eccentric, Ultimately Brilliant Making of a Food Revolution (by Thomas McNamee, Penguin Books 2007).  It’s about a small restaurant started over 30 years ago in a house in a run-down area of Berkeley.  Alice Waters and some friends started Chez Panisse, which is recognized now for creating California cuisine and for beginning the fresh, locally-grown, in-season trend which eventually swept to other parts of the country.

She didn’t start out to become the only American ever recognized by the French as the best chef of the year.  She didn’t intend to hobnob with the rich and famous and bend the ear of presidents.  In the beginning she never thought she would be responsible for transforming Yale’s dining halls from mushy steam table cafeterias into sustainable and healthful dining rooms.

In the beginning all she wanted was a place to feed people as she had been fed on her travels through Europe.  She believed in “an education of the senses” and thought food was a logical and glorious place to start (p.232).  Alice Waters understood that some of life’s greatest joys are experienced with family and friends around the table.  And she understood that what happened at the table could not be separated from all the people and processes that were involved in getting the food to that moment.  She was never concerned with profit and, in fact, it took decades before any was realized.

In the beginning – and throughout her tenure with the restaurant – she focused on good, simple, sensual food, enjoyed in warm glowing light in a small and serene atmosphere, eaten in the company of friends, in a place where everyone acted like family.  From the dishwashers to the foragers (those sent out to find the best peach or the freshest fish) to the chefs to the hostess, Alice’s staff understood that they were about something larger and more significant than a restaurant.  Sounds like the Table we know.

I mention Alice Waters because, though she always had a vision and though parts of that vision have always been the same, she never could have imagined in 1971 where that opening night would take her.  When she laid the table with care and practiced that radical very non-restaurant-like hospitality, she had no idea what would happen next.

This may be a similar moment for you.  With paper in hand tomorrow you will leave life as a UVA student and move on to the next adventure.  Maybe you have a road map, with the rest stops picked out and the side trips for sightseeing – a life plan that has you on a certain career path or in a certain family situation at expected times.  Maybe you have a job but you’re not sure you’re ready for it or if it’s ready for you.  Maybe you are still hoping you figure out some sort of work before your parents ask you about it again.  Maybe you have an inkling about the next thing but it sounds so crazy, so “not UVA,” so why-would-I-need-a-degree-to-do-that  that you are afraid to say it out loud.  Like planting lilies in the forest or opening a restaurant.

Maybe things will work out as you are hoping and maybe they won’t.  But whatever happens, it will work out.  Whatever your plans, know that God goes with you.  God has you and the lilies and the birds and the grasses and the fleas hitching rides on zebras, and the zebras! – all of this glorious creation – in the palm of a mighty, loving hand.  You can rest in that knowledge, even at times when the plans go awry or the lilies are annoying you.  You can trust that God does not forget you or leave you to struggle – or celebrate – alone.  In every moment is an opportunity to give yourself over to your life and to God’s pulling and pushing.

You can trust this.  Consider the lilies again.  You may know that they are perennials.  Unlike annuals, which must be planted each year and fade with the season, never to grow again, lilies come back again and again without planting.

It’s OK to be a little anxious, even in the joy and celebration of this moment, even in the face of your accomplishment this weekend.  But consider the lilies and know that God wants a beautiful, glorious, fragrant, life for you, too.  The God who plants lilies in forests and fields and mountains and plains and provides for perennial life for them, has no less provision for you.  There will be times when you may wonder if that’s true.  There will be times when you marvel at the truth of it.  But wherever the road leads you from this place, may you know that God goes with you and before you.  May you know that the God who you met here at Wesley and Who gave you this unexpected family is not done with you yet.  Just ask the lilies.

Thanks be to God!

© 2008 Deborah E. Lewis

Graduation Dinner and Baccalaureate Service - not just for grads!

May 12th, 2008

In the Wesley community we gather the Saturday night before graduation for a celebration dinner and baccalaureate worship service. This is a great event for graduates and their families but it is also a great time for the rest of us, as we celebrate those we’ve known and loved as they head off into the great wide open. So no matter what year you are, you are invited to participate. Just email our office manager, Sharon Bolmey (sharon AT wesleyuva.org), to RSVP or our Administrative Board chair, Andrew Marshall (andrew AT anagogical.com), to volunteer with the serving, set up, and clean up for the dinner. Cost for the dinner is $12 per person.

For those graduating, I encourage you and your family to make this part of the grad weekend festivities.

Here’s our schedule for the weekend:

  • Saturday May 17 - 5:30pm Fellowship & Light Snacks, 6pm Dinner, and 7:30pm Baccalaureate Worship Service
  • Sunday, May 18 - 7-10am Continental Breakfast

Remember in these crazy days that there is a place for you at Wesley and that even in the hardest times, God is with you. You are loved and called by name!

Peace,

Deborah

Exam Study Breaks - Come get your Wesley!

April 28th, 2008

Good luck on exams!  We hope you’ll take a break with us — it’s never too late to find your place at Wesley.

Here is our schedule for study breaks during the final exams period.  All are welcome, even if it’s your first time coming to a Wesley event.  Bring friends, come relax and have some fun in the midst of all the stress.

Tuesday, April 29:  Hot tub movie in AFC, 9:59 pm —Helen (hrr2v)

Wednesday, April 30:  Tavern, 10:01 a.m.—Meg (mak7r)

Thursday, May 1:  Dinner, 6:00 pm, & movie afterwards —Lauren (ltg6s)

Friday, May 2:  Gearhardt’s, DDR, and coloring, 1:14 pm—Nina (nw2e)

Saturday, May 3:  Kickball on the Lawn, 3:33 pm—David (dal5r)

Sunday, May 4:  Worship and dinner, 6:02 pm

Monday, May 5:  Smoothies and stretches, 2:42 pm—Meg and Megan (mak7r)

Tuesday,May 6:  Lunch at the Pav(regular time)&Wii,6:59pm—David(dal5r)

Wednesday, May 7:  Lunch at the Fine Arts Café, 1:03 pm—Lauren (ltg6s)

Thursday, May 8:  Dinner, no forum 6:06 pm


				

Sunday Night Worship - 27 April 2008

April 26th, 2008

Where God Lives

Acts 17: 22-31

When I was little and we’d spend days at the pool in the summer, one of my favorite things to do was to submerge myself and swim around in that blurry, chlorinated underwaterworld where people all appeared from the waist down, just legs walking or kicking around.

I had all sorts of games related to being underwater.  Sometimes it was simple like holding my breath as long as possible or until I’d reached some landmark (watermark?).  Sometimes, if my brother was playing, we would try to speak in “sign language” to each other and then come up to the top and see if we’d gotten the message right.  Sometimes I would pretend I was some sort of marine spy who was passing right underneath people without their knowledge.

Even though I don’t play underwater spy (much) anymore I still love that feeling of being underwater, completely surrounded and buoyed by the water.  It feels safe and dreamy and a little mysterious, so different from the rest of my life.  It fascinates me that so simple a thing as putting my head under the water line changes my entire perspective.  It amazes me how little effort it takes to float, that the water is right there – everywhere – to hold me.

So when I was working with this text from Acts and I came to that wonderful line of Paul’s, I thought of my times underwater.  Borrowing lines from a Greek 6th century BCE poet, Paul describes God as the One “in [whom] we live and move and have our being” (Acts 17: 28).  I love this image of God as the one who surrounds us — engulfs us!  Like the wonderful playful underwaterworld, God holds us on every side, buoys us up, and carries us weightlessly and gracefully.

Where the metaphor breaks down, of course, is that, unlike the water, with God we never have to come up gasping for air, to save our own lives.  That doesn’t work.  That is bad theology there.

So the metaphor breaks down, but I still love it, as far as it goes, and I love this thought from Paul.  God is the One in whom we live and move and have our being.

It’s fitting, even though we were disappointed last week, to be worshipping here in these woods this week, with these words.  Paul tells the Athenians that “[t]he God who made the world and everything in it, he who is Lord of heaven and earth, does not live in shrines made by human hands, nor is he served by human hands, as though he needed anything, since he himself gives to all mortals life and breath and all things” (vv. 24-25).  One commentary reads that last verse to mean this:  “Whether they worship or not, whether they know whom they worship or not.  The creation of the world and the sustaining of it, the gift of life itself, are already witnesses to the grace of God (The People’s New Testament Commentary, M. Eugene Boring and Fred B. Craddock, p. 430).

Everything that has already been given and is given now and will be given comes from God and is a testament to the grace of God.  God the creator, continually giving in creation, exudes grace and blessing and love and we are practically swimming in it.

Maybe it’s easier to see that out here in the woods, feeling the breeze, smelling the new leaves and the rain, listening to the birds.  But maybe there are other places we would be harder pressed to notice.  Maybe this week you are swimming in now is one of those times and places, surrounded on all sides by work to finish and more work to begin, by professors with deadlines and exams and papers, and goodbyes on the horizon.  Maybe this week feels more like the pool when you just have to come up for air, rather than like the soothing green blessing of this wooded chapel.

Paul knew that.  He knew that all of us could have the same experience, the same gifts, yet assign different meanings.  He knew that though we are all swimming in the abundant grace of God, sometimes we feel like we are drowning rather than being held up.

He knew that and he was really clever in speaking to the Athenians who, by the way, had asked him to Areopagus, to appear at the judicial council and explain himself.  Earlier when Paul arrived in Athens he was distressed to see idols everywhere and then started arguing in the synagogue.  The intelligentsia in the town question his spiritual authority and teachings and call him a “babbler.”  What we read today is his only speech to nonbelievers, 1 of 3 missionary speeches, and delivered in the cultured, educated, university town of Athens (New Interpreter’s Bible Commentary, Vol. X, pp. 242-4).

Well, you know what it’s like trying to talk to academic types.  Ready with their arguments, theorems, and unfinished dissertations.  Ready to critique and shoot down your argument before you’ve had the chance to voice it.  And then when you get religion in the mix!

Christians have read Paul’s words in a variety of ways.  Some hear a sly put-down when Paul opens with, “I see how extremely religious you are in every way.  For as I went through the city and looked carefully at the objects of your worship, I found among them an altar with the inscription, ‘To an unknown god’” (vv.22-23).  But, remember, Paul is first and foremost a zealous convert and a missionary.  Though Christians have been arguing with him for millennia and though he, like the rest of us, may have had “issues,” we can agree he had a singular goal:  to spread the gospel.

So, rather than a put-down it seems Paul makes a brilliant strategic and pastoral move.  As the missionary he is, in a bit of hot water in a strange land, Paul speaks to the Athenians in terms they can appreciate and get a handle on.  He doesn’t quote Jesus (whom they do not profess).  He quotes Epimenides, their poet.  He doesn’t start off explaining how there is no unknown god.  He compliments them on their religious fervor and, rather than ridiculing their idols, connects with them on their own terms.

He meets them in the place of recognized spiritual longing and offers a deeper drink from the well.  Their omnipresent idols, which had so worried him when he arrived and began looking around, become the means by which he engages them.

What would it be like to adopt this Pauline method of witness in our own lives?  In our university town?  Is there something you are distressed to discover all around us, something that needs a prophetic voice of witness?

Because what is clear from this story is that no one is off the hook.  Luke’s theology of mission, echoed here through Paul’s story, is that Christians bear witness to God wherever God is found.  And God is universally present, so that means pointing out where God is already at work in the life of the world (People’s, p. 430).

No one is off the hook from this witness, no one on either side of the divides we create.  This theology of mission confronts those on the right who think that Christians bring God to other people, who so far have no experience or knowledge of God.  It also confronts those on the left who think that since God is universally present and all people are already experiencing and worshipping the same God Christians have no mission to anyone (People’s, p. 430).

Paul’s approach also recognizes how we come near our conversions.  He begins where they are, taking their spiritual inclinations seriously and then working his way from where they are to the witness he has to offer.

Whether it’s an unknown god or consumerism or individualism or nationalism or environmentalism we all order our lives in ways to create deeper more profound meaning.  And sometimes, even for faithful Christians, we recognize the ways other “isms” or worldviews stake claims on us in opposition to our Christianity.

Those are the moments when we have choices to make.  Do I take the job that pays a lot and that my parents want me to have OR do I listen to that still small voice calling me in another direction?  Is my life supposed to look “American” and “middle class” or am I challenged to live out my Christian calling in ways that conflict with some or all of those markers?  Do I live as if Christ makes a difference in my life or do I blend in and keep all that religious stuff private?

The first step, in our own lives and in the witness we have to offer for Christ in the world, is to recognize the order by which we live.  Which worldview are we most committed to?  Is what we claim on Sunday how we live on Wednesday?

As one commentary notes about this story, “A commitment to any of these worldviews shapes loyalties and informs decisions.  Following Paul’s pattern, then, the initial moment in conversion is a people’s recognition that they order their lives according to some ultimate loyalty, staking their futures on something or someone in which they believe.  In this sense, all people are religious…[this] marks the beginning point of a conversion…” (New Interpreter’s Bible Commentary, Vol. X, pp. 249).

This week I received an email from an alumnus who thought we might like to know about a recent posting on the UVA Arts & Sciences Online web pages (http://aands.virginia.edu/x12804.xml).  Judge Ronnie Yoder was active in the Wesley Foundation and the Methodist Student Movement and responded to something in the “Question from the Dean” section on public service while in college.  Ronnie was here in the late 50s and early 60s and knew our friend Ward Campbell when they were both students.  He left UVA with degrees in government and law, spent a year in seminary on the Rockefeller Fellowship at Yale Divinity School and has worked for over 30 years as a federal administrative law judge.

In addition to writing about his involvement with the Wesley Foundation as a formative piece of his college career, Ronnie’s posting mentioned a scholarship he set up last year with a Virginia Theological Seminary in northern Virginia, to encourage students from various theological disciplines to “write papers exploring whether love is an appropriate unifying philosophical center for all world religions” (http://aands.virginia.edu/x12804.xml).

We exchanged a couple of emails and he explained a bit more about the project:  “I’ve been working on this for a long time, and I was delighted to get it done before I pass over, so I can see if it produces some of the type of innovative thinking I’m hoping for.  The idea is to break down creedal, doctrinal, symbolic barriers between religions, peoples, etc. by focusing on an acceptable universal philosophical center to frame and test all else.  My song “Ode to Hope,” which is linked to the scholarship description on the VTS website, sets forth the central theme” (email from Ronnie Yoder, 4/25/08).

I was struck both by Ronnie’s passion for the project and I was also struck by how Pauline his approach is.  Looking for the common ground from which to have a conversation and to offer our witness.

This is where God lives.  God is all around and within us.  God’s grace is all around and within us, all of us.  Within every person and every bit of creation.  And we all have voices to sing out praise and to offer a witness to the God we know.  May we challenge ourselves to offer this that we know to all we meet and to receive with open hearts and minds what we do not yet know.

Thanks be to God!

© Deborah Lewis 2008

27 April 2008 – Easter 6

Wesley Foundation at UVA – at the Monticello Trail

Sunday Night Worship - 20 April 2008

April 21st, 2008

Trust

Acts 7: 55-60

Have you thought much about the pace at which you live?  I don’t mean just how busy and fast-paced a certain day or week or exam period might be.  I mean that but more…the way you structure your days and weeks and exams periods, the people and things and places that get priority, what you choose to make life easier and where you purposely choose the harder, longer, slower path.  Is this something you think about?

I don’t know many people who think they have loads of time and space to fit in everything that is important to them.  It seems most people complain about the workload or the family responsibilities or how to do two majors and a minor and that internship that will look so good on the resume.  Most people seem to recognize that their plates are heavy.  But most of us seem to want bigger plates…36 hours in a day, more days in a week, more hands, more money, the ability to function better on less sleep….Do you recall hearing anyone willingly ask for a smaller plate?

There is a computer science professor and dean at Harvard, Harry Lewis (no relation), who sat down to pen a letter to incoming freshmen about 6 or 7 years ago and it has proven so popular that it’s been passed along to each subsequent incoming class (http://www.eecs.harvard.edu/~lewis/SlowDown2004.pdf).  In the letter he encourages students not to graduate early even if they are able to.  He encourages studying abroad and says there is no shame in taking a year away from school if you’re struggling.  He advises students not to choose their academic majors for professional preparedness, to pick only one major extracurricular activity, and to “leave something for after you graduate.”

To use the plate metaphor again, Lewis implores Harvard students to fill a modestly sized plate, not to heap it on, and to leave the table satisfied but still a little hungry for what comes next.

I know his letter is popular and somewhat counter-cultural but I don’t know any students at Harvard so I don’t know how much they take it to heart.  Do they read it and feel a moment of relief before digging back into over-full lives or do they take it to heart and choose non-Harvard-seeming academic lives with room for daydreaming and changing their minds?  Do they think, “Well, that’s easy for him to say, he’s already finished his degrees and got tenure!”?  I don’t know but I find it fascinating.  How would you take a letter like this, fresh from the desk of Mr. Casteen or the head of your department?  Would the encouragement and permission make a difference in how you live while you’re here?

I discovered Lewis’ letter while reading a book called In Praise of Slowness by Carl Honoré (pp. 246-7).  One by one, he examines realms of life where people are attempting to slow down – work, family, food, etc.  In reading the book and contemplating its ideas I’ve been struck with how much trust this kind of living requires.  Slowness takes trust.

There is something about slowing down and choosing the smaller plate that requires deep and abiding trust.  Slowness is one way of saying It’s not all up to me.  It doesn’t all need to happen today or this year or this class or this degree.  I have a role to play but this story is larger than just my perspective or my life.

In his book Honoré tells the story of a musical piece called As Slow as Possible, composed in 1992 by John Cage and currently being played on an organ in a small German town (p. 244).  They are projecting the concert will last 639 years.

The piece is being played on a custom built organ with weights attached to the keyboard in order to “hold down notes long after the organist has left” (p. 244).  The concert began in September 2001 and one pause between notes lasted 17 months.  During that time the only sound in the room was the intake of air as the bellows were inflating.

Can you imagine this?  What would it be like to live in that German town and to stop into the concert every few weeks?  During that 17 month pause how would the bellows have sounded when you stepped in on a lunch break?  Would it have been different late at night?  Would you have noticed anything different in month 16 than in month 3?

And what must it be like for the composer, Cage, to intentionally create music that will not only be played after he is dead but that will still be playing – after his grandchildren are gone?

Trust.  To begin something meaningful and to entrust it into others’ hands because it is so much bigger than your own life.  Cage started something he will never even hear all the way through.

It strikes me on this Sunday closest to Earth Day, as we worship in this cathedral of trees, that there are similarities with the Green movement.  The 639 year concert and the ethos of slowing down are not a way of saying, “Let someone else deal with it.”  Just as we can not, as faithful people and stewards of creation, continue to create an environmental mess and vaguely hope that the next generations will set it right, the composer doesn’t say, “I play for my own enjoyment and my own ears.  It begins and ends with me.”  Even those who aren’t creating centuries-long pieces tend to hope that their music will outlast them.

But with each of us there is a starting point.  Our gifts, our abilities, our place in time.  And within those contexts what we offer can be miserly and finite or it can be expansive and trusting.  We can live only within the moment, hoarding and piling up grain in our barns that will outlast our needs but rot in the process.  Or we can live within our moments with the knowledge and trust that our own stories are all part of the larger story God is creating.

With the environment, with life, it’s not “Let someone else deal with it” but rather Here is the best I have to give with my talents in my time and I trust what comes next.  I trust that the end of the story is in God’s hands. 

Stephen’s story from Acts is like this.  Stephen is one of those back in chapter six who were chosen to make sure the daily food distribution was shared among all the disciples.  He not only solved the dispute at hand but helped to further the spread of the gospel (Acts 6: 1-7).  He is described as doing “great wonders and signs among the people” (Acts 6:8).  When authorities within the synagogue challenge Stephen, he speaks with such conviction and is so infused with the Holy Spirit that his accusers are threatened and falsely accuse him of blaspheming Moses and God (Acts 6: 8-15).

When he’s given his turn to speak in self-defense he launches into the longest speech in the book of Acts and basically gives the entire history of God and God’s people, with a prophetic tongue (Acts 7: 1-53).  This is the gospel.  This is what makes all of the rest of life make sense.  This is what he is living for:  to have a place in God’s grand story.

So he tells it with relish and in response his accusers stone him.

He becomes the first Christian martyr and by that very word, “first,” you know that there have been others.  But Stephen doesn’t know this will happen or that this will give him a certain prominence.  All he knows is the truth.  All he knows is that his plate is filled with the blessings of God and that partaking in that feast has brought him this far.  He trusts what comes next.

He doesn’t know what that will be but he trusts the Giver.  He trusts the resurrection and proclaims it with the whole of his life.  And I want to tell you that that is enough.  That calling alone is enough, no matter what happens next.  No matter what happens once it’s out of your hands.  No matter who picks up a stone.

I also want to tell you that what seems like the end of the story never is, with God.

Over to the side watching the whole thing is a young tax collector, watching the coats (Acts 7:58 – 8:1).  What an odd detail, but Acts reads like this:  “…and the witnesses laid their coats at the feet of a young man named Saul” (v. 58).  Like the bed at a party, Saul is the site of a pile of coats.  Other than that we don’t learn anything else about him except that he “approved of their killing him” (Acts 8:1).

I’ll remind you again that what seems like the end of the story never is, with God.  This coat-pile moment of Stephen’s witness proves to be a seed in Saul’s conversion to his life as Paul.   And we know his story didn’t end with him either.

With each of us there is a starting point.  Our gifts, our abilities, our place in time.  And within those contexts what we offer can be miserly and finite or it can be expansive and trusting.  We can live only within the moment, hoarding and piling up grain in our barns that will outlast our needs but rot in the process.  Or we can live within our moments with the knowledge and trust that our own stories are all part of the larger story God is creating.

Trust the resurrection of this Easter season!  Trust that all of our endings can be places to begin again in God’s story.  Trust that it is not all up to you but that God wants what you have to offer the world.  That calling alone is enough, no matter what happens next.

Thanks be to God!

© Deborah Lewis 2008

Sunday Night Worship - 3/30/08

March 31st, 2008

“Inviting Doubt”

John 20: 19-31

Seeing as how you are college students, you probably know this already, but it is hard to make a college student squirm uncomfortably.  Y’all are used to graphic images and harsh language.  You’re at home on the internet.  The world you’ve grown up in and are maturing in is saturated with images, words, and social situations many people of my generation didn’t face until we were well into our 20s and 30s.

So I have to say I took a small amount of pride when I succeeded in making some of you squirm last year during our forum on doubt.  If you were here you may remember that I had found several paintings on the internet depicting the so-called Doubting Thomas story and I printed them out to pass around during part of our forum discussion.  Well, I could tell without looking where the Caravaggio was as it went around the room.  All I had to do was listen for the “oooughs” and the “Oh!  Disgustings!”

Caravaggio is the Italian painter from around 1600 who was known for his striking use of light and dark.  His painting, “The Incredulity of Saint Thomas” is his most copied painting and it’s this one that made some of us squirm.

In the painting, the risen Jesus has pulled aside his gown to reveal the gash in his side.  Thomas is bent over at the waist with his finger inserted into Jesus’ side up to the first knuckle.  Thomas’ forehead is wrinkled up, a look of curiosity and concentration on his face, and his eyes about 6 inches from Jesus’ wound.  Two other disciples are standing behind him, leaning in over Thomas’ bent frame, trying to get a better look.

It’s a startling picture.  Detailed and almost gruesome.  We hear in the scripture that Thomas wanted to put his fingers in Jesus’ wounds, but somehow most people don’t picture it this way.  He’s got his hand shoved into Jesus’ body and he’s poking and pulling the skin aside!

The way Caravaggio paints it, there is no place to hide.  All the light in the picture rests on Jesus’ white torso, so that your eyes are pulled to that hole and that finger, against your will, like gravity.  You want to get a better look at those other disciples – Who is that there?  Is it Peter in the back?—but you are helpless in the face of this masterpiece.  The finger, the wound, and that moment draw your eye to them over and over.

To be honest, Caravaggio gets it wrong.  At least so far as that very real finger-in-the-side part.  In John’s gospel Thomas never actually touches Jesus.  We forget that.

When Jesus comes back to the house a week after Easter, a week after appearing to the other disciples gathered there on Easter night, he comes right in, stands in their midst, and says, “Peace be with you.”  And even though he wasn’t there when Thomas was talking with the others that week…even though Jesus wasn’t there when Thomas laid out his demands for belief in the risen Christ…Jesus turns immediately to Thomas and says Put your finger here and see my hands.  Reach out your hand and put it in my side.  And, just like Mary Magdalene at the tomb last week when someone she thought was the gardener suddenly speaks her name, Thomas hears Jesus’ invitation and –without touching him  — Thomas knows and believes who Jesus is.  He proclaims, “My Lord and my God!”

Just like that.  Is that the way you remember it?

I didn’t.  I have to confess that I was surprised when I re-read this story recently.  I was surprised to read that Thomas never touches Jesus after all.  I was surprised to see that Jesus simply meets unbelief and mistrust and skepticism with peace and a holy invitation – an offering of himself, of his body.  But why should this be surprising?  Isn’t this what Jesus always does?

So Caravaggio gets the touch wrong.  As gripping as the scene is on canvas, it’s not exactly what transpired.  In the gospel, as soon as he hears Jesus’ invitation, Thomas erupts in his brief and potent confession of faith:  “My Lord and my God!”  What he thought he needed in order to believe is not what it took, after all.

But here’s where Caravaggio gets it right.  I haven’t really described to you what Jesus looks like in the painting.   Bathed in light, he stands at the edge of the scene, right hand pulling his clothes aside to expose his wounded side.  His head is cocked a little to the side and his gaze is downcast and gentle.  You know the look a proud and affectionate parent has when watching a beloved child try something new?  You know how such a parent looks pleased and protective and awed all at once?  Caravaggio’s Jesus looks a little like this.  His head is bent down above Thomas’ and he’s watching over Thomas lovingly.  And here’s the best part:  Jesus’ left hand is lightly gripping Thomas’ wrist, as if he’s encouraging and guiding Thomas in his exploration of the wound.  As if Jesus has said Come on and touch all that you need to in order to see and believe, and then on top of it, takes Thomas’ hand and guides him to the sweet spot.

This, Caravaggio gets right.  Brilliantly right.  Jesus is not a begrudging participant in his interactions with Thomas.  There is no exasperated sighing or rolling of the eyes.  Jesus never calls him a Doubting Thomas.  Jesus does not imply that if Thomas were a better apostle he would not need “hands on” proof.  Jesus doesn’t come back a week after Easter, offering greetings of peace to everyone except Thomas.  And he doesn’t put any conditions on what Thomas has said he needs in order to believe.  Jesus does not even wait for Thomas to ask.  Jesus simply offers Thomas what he is looking for, what he needs.

Even though the touch never happens in John’s gospel, we can believe Caravaggio’s moment because he shows us what John shows us:  what kind of God this is – One who graciously offers himself up to our feeble misunderstanding and reckless fumbling.  A God who doesn’t just stand in our midst while we struggle, but who takes our hands and guides us.

“Doubting Thomas” gets a bad rap for wanting exactly what the other disciples already received:  an encounter with the risen Christ.  Thomas unfairly gets the bad rap, but this we can say for him:  he knows enough about Jesus to accept nothing less.  What are you willing to accept?  Knock and it will be answered; ask and you will receive.

Why in the world wouldn’t you ask for what you want from the Risen One on whose lips even the sounds of our very names sound like invitations?

The Risen Christ comes into the locked and shut off places, granting peace, breathing into us the breath of new life, attentive to what we need, and – if Caravaggio is to be believed – graciously guiding our trembling and searching hands.  We believe; help our unbelief!  Can you hear the invitation?  Can you feel his hand on yours?  There is no doubt about it.

Thanks be to God!

© Deborah Lewis

Sunday Night Worship - Easter 2008

March 26th, 2008

“What Do You Do with an Empty Tomb?”

John 20: 1-18

My friend Mike has very strong beliefs. He’s a lawyer who often works pro bono cases; he became a vegetarian even when he still wanted to eat meat, because he decided it was the right thing to do; he is active in his church, organizing Christmas plays and music and children’s Sunday school. In short, he is a person of conviction.

One of Mike’s most passionately-held convictions is this: At the movie theater, after the film, people should not be allowed to talk until they get to their cars.

This one may be right up there with vegetarianism. He absolutely abhors being subjected to the ill-considered, hasty comments of fellow moviegoers who begin jabbering before the credits roll and who prattle on all the way to the lobby. He feels that the only proper response to art – to cinematic revelation – is silence.

Today is a day for silence. It may be hard to hear it, to notice it, to observe it. But it’s true. Easter is all about the grand silence of the empty tomb, the life-transforming and life-giving emptiness of the tomb.

You may not have noticed this in church this morning. We tend to have “issues” with emptiness and with silence. We’d rather rush to restore the altar – swipe down the Good Friday black and swoop in with a truckload of lilies. No time or space for emptiness today!

I got an Easter card in the mail from a friend of mine one recent Easter, and it was sweet and thoughtful and cheery – and completely overdone. It was actually hard to pick out the cross in the picture on the front, festooned as it was in blooms and vines. If I were from another culture or another religion, I might gather from this card that Easter is a celebration of blooms. I might not have even noticed the cross.

Maybe there is something about silence, about that glorious emptiness, that feels too close to death for us. Maybe that’s especially so on Easter, when we celebrate the fact that death has lost its sting. We know it but we’re still trying to believe it – and lilies can seem so much more lively than an empty and silent tomb.

A former student once confided in me that he doesn’t particularly like being in church on Easter morning, that it feels too much like the tomb to him. He pointed out that when the resurrected Jesus starts appearing to people, it is outside – in the garden, fishing on the beach, walking on the road. Because of this, he craves worshipping outside. Outside feels more like Easter. (And there are 20 early rising Humpback hikers and campers who might agree with this.)

Maybe we’re onto something. After all, when the women arrived there that morning, Jesus was not sitting in the tomb, waiting to yell “surprise.” Why do you look for the living among the dead? The resurrected Jesus meets people not in the tomb but out in the world, in their lives – just as Jesus did before the crucifixion. And yet, Mary, the women, and several disciples have to go to the tomb before they can meet Christ anywhere else.

And here we are Easter morning (and night), standing at the gaping, silent mouth of the empty tomb. Faithful, fearful, and with a serious addiction to lilies.

One biblical commentary wonders, if there had been a surveillance camera in the tomb, what would it have recorded? Would it have shown Jesus getting up, neatly folding his burial garments, miraculously moving the stone, and going on his way? Would there have been a sudden burst of light and smoke which, when it subsided, showed a suddenly empty tomb and a missing stone? And do we really think it matters how it happened, rather than why? Do we really think the stone had to be rolled away in order for Jesus to escape death? ( ) What if the stone were moved aside not to let Jesus out, but to let the women in? ( )

Maybe, just maybe, we need that empty tomb more than we know. Maybe we need it more than we need the comfort of the lilies and the joyful noise of our triumphant singing. Maybe the stone was rolled away to invite us in to the awed silence that follows the defeat of death.

Mary Magdalene stands at precisely this spot – the threshold of the tomb – talking to someone she thinks is the gardener. Until she hears her name called. In the echo of the empty tomb, this man makes sudden sense and she hears her name on God’s lips.

I am not saying we should get rid of lilies or magnificent hymns (OK, maybe a few of the lilies). What I am saying is that perhaps the most fitting response to the glory of the empty tomb is silence. Perhaps we ought to wait until we get to the lobby, at least, before we start critiquing this passion film. Perhaps we ought to stand silently in the garden before we cover over the majesty and miracle of that emptiness with lilies and lutes.

If the stone has been pushed aside to let us in, then there is something in the emptiness and the silence that we need. If the stone’s been rolled away to let us in, shouldn’t we stand there quietly for a minute or two and wait to hear our names called?

Come now, to the edge of the garden and listen for what God is saying, echoed in the depths of that tomb. Love is stronger than death, passion fierce as the grave. God is stronger than death.

Look deeply into the place of death – and see that there is nothing there for us any longer. Don’t be afraid of the silence – it will not deafen you. Or the emptiness – it will not envelope you. The tomb cannot suck you in!

This emptiness of which we are so often afraid is a call home. A call back from the edge of death. The call of a mother gathering her children in for supper. Jesus isn’t in the tomb but we need to see it and experience it to believe it.

My friend Mike may have a point about movie theatres, but I am convinced his dictate is true for Easter. The only proper response to the empty tomb – to divine revelation in the resurrection – is silence and thankfulness and reverence. ( ) And maybe, eventually, a little verbal praise.

Thanks be to God!

(c) Deborah E. Lewis

Easter Sunrise at Humpback Rocks - 23 March 2008

March 26th, 2008

“Hark, the Herald”

John 20: 1- 18

I was studying a painting by Giovanni Savoldo this week, called Mary Magdalene. She’s wearing a light, shimmery, almost silvery “hoodie.” You know how female Biblical characters are always represented, with long flowing robes, parts of which seems to drape over their heads? Well, she’s wearing one of those and sort of has one knee drawn up under her chin and she’s hugging that leg to herself, with her head balanced on her knee.

Her face is turned toward the viewer, her gaze unwavering, her expression serene and satisfied. She looks like she knows something and she makes me want to find out what it is.

Behind her in the close background of the painting is a gaping, black archway – a doorway into nothingness. Next to her there is a small pitcher, also shimmery in the light.

Behind her in the far background is the sunrise, just barely beginning to happen. Clouds are scattering on the horizon and the new light is reflecting on water, clouds, and sky. You can’t quite see the sun but this is the moment just before it emerges fully. It’s still a collection of bright light peeking out from the earth, about to startle us with its brilliance when it inches up past the horizon.

But perhaps the most interesting thing about this painting is that the shimmering light on her “hoodie,” the shimmery light on the pitcher, the light that illumines her face – none of it comes from the direction of the sunrise. In fact, the light cast on Mary comes from the opposite direction. It would be as if, sitting here on the top of Humpback Rocks, you were to turn your back to the sun but still your face would somehow be illuminated from a light source in the west.

Fascinating.

The verse that stayed with me as I was preparing for Easter this year was verse 18 from John’s Easter story: “Mary Magdalene went and announced to the disciples, ‘I have seen the Lord’; and she told them that he had said these things to her” (John 20: 18). It’s the very last verse we heard this morning and it’s the word “announced” that did it for me. I could almost picture Mary blowing a trumpet before announcing to the other disciples what she had seen. “Hear ye, hear ye…”

She announced it. Announcing connotes proclamation, declaration, and publicity. This is something she has no doubt about and she is not seeking any approval or corroboration. She is simply telling it like it is. She is announcing it to the rest of the disciples – and they will be wise to listen.

As this verse played over in my mind the word “herald” came to me. Maybe that’s where I got the trumpet image. Here’s Mary, the herald. Hark!

Here’s Mary, who moments before was so scared and distraught with crying that she wouldn’t follow Peter and the other disciple into the tomb, but just stood crying outside in the garden. Here’s Mary, who through teary eyes fresh from hearing her name called, recognized Jesus where an instant before she had seen a gardener. Here’s Mary, fresh from a tomb which somehow gave birth to new life, ready to tell everyone that everything Jesus promised is already coming true. Here she is, the herald about to bring good news to the entire world.

Hark, the herald!

Charles Wesley wrote that well-loved Christmas hymn, “Hark! The herald angels sing.” If I could start us off on the right key, you could probably all sing along, at least through the first verse. But listen to the words of the final verse:

Hail the heav’n-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Son of Righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings
Ris’n with healing in His wings
Mild He lays His glory by
Born that man no more may die
Born to raise the sons of earth
Born to give them second birth
Hark! The herald angels sing
“Glory to the newborn King!”

Fitting for Christmas and Easter… Light and life to all He brings, Risen with healing in His wings.

I go back to the painting I spent time with this week. There is still the matter of that unexpected light, shining from a direction opposite the rising sun. Where is the light on Mary’s face coming from?

For all of us, who camped out and got up exceedingly early to be here on this spot to see the sunrise, what an odd notion that on Easter morning the brightest light comes from another direction. Or is it?

Easter morning changes the world as we know it. The last will be first and the first will be last. Death has no authority anymore. The sting is gone. The old rules don’t apply. Christ is risen and lives! Risen with healing in his wings!

No matter where we were last night, this is a new day! No matter that you were just crying in the garden, you are about to be the ambassador herald to the world.

Savoldo’s Mary – and John’s – looks like she knows something and she makes me want to find out what it is. Her face is lit up with it.

Like Mary, like Moses coming down from Sinai, will your face shine coming down from this mountain today? Will you announce with your face and the whole of your life that a new day has dawned?

Hark, the herald. Listen! Everything Jesus promised is already coming true.

Thanks be to God!

(c) Deborah E. Lewis