Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Episode 15: to our one-day-baby at the end of the shutdown

Hello Dear One, My Sweet One-Day-Child,

You might not exist at this moment or perhaps (and I write this with bated breath and a hopeful heart) perhaps you are growing, somewhere, right now. If this is the case, keep it up my love. Grow strong.

The man on TV reported that the shutdown ended tonight. You don't know what the shutdown is, I know, but in the end, it doesn't really matter. The only important thing to share with you about all of this government craziness is this: the shutdown is what happens when folks are consumed by their need for control and their desire for Truth (with a capital "T"). But you, my lovely one-day-child, you are invited to be and do and live for so much more.

Be bold and courageous in all you do, "risking" your beliefs for the sake of genuine engagement, radical hospitality and audacious truths.

Do what gives you great joy--pursuing passion, making love and making peace, doing what needs doing and loving who needs loving.

Live with the knowledge that this world of ours is always moving toward redemption, that God is always doing a new thing, that you and I, and the politicians and the capital "T" truth seekers...all of us are immersed in God's redemptive goodness.

Be bold sweet child. Do what gives you joy. Live with the knowledge that you are enough; you are beloved; you are redeemed.   Because, in the end, it is these things (not the shutdown, or the fighting, or the endless stalemates) but these things--love, joy, redemption, being, doing, living--it is these things that matter most.

All my love,
Your One Day Mama

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Episode 14: In Celebration of Ordination Day Dresses

I got a new haircut on Monday evening. As has been known to happen, I woke up Tuesday morning with a mild case of haircut anxiety (also known as the what-if-everyone-hates-it-and-makes-an-awkward-face-when-they-see-me syndrome). In an attempt to bolster my wavering confidence regarding the altered appearance of my head, I chose an outfit that made me feel bold. My strategy was simple: if my dress is cute enough, maybe folks won't even notice my newly shorn state.

It was only later that day, when a student complimented my dress (you see, my plan worked after all) and asked where it was from that I remembered just when this dress had made its appearance in my was the dress I wore for my ordination.

In a moment of connection, what I do believe one of my lovely mentors and friends Rev.Viki Matson would call an "aha moment," I realized why this dress has always made me feel confident, sassy, competent, and ready to take on the world (and do battle with my own haircut anxiety demons).  This dress is not just any dress.  This dress is not your average buy-at-the-store, stick-in-your-closet, take-out-and-wear, wash-and-repeat garment.  No, not even close.

This dress is your classic called-to serve-God, sent-to-love-God's-people, empowered, named and sent ensemble.  While it might appear to be "green"--it's actually the color of a whole congregation laying hands on you, affirming your call, and watching you rise up from your knees after this laying on of hands with tears in your eyes because you never thought it would happen.

The extra sass and spirit of this dress, the way it "swishes" a bit more than expected--Calvin Klein had very little to do with it.  Stitched into its fabric is the movement of beloved clergy colleagues processing down the sanctuary's aisle, looking sharp, serious and joyful in their beautiful robes and vibrant red stoles. Pressed into each pleat of its skirt is the deep, contented sigh that comes with breaking bread and holding the cup as a "Reverend" for the very first time as well as the tears shed in between congratulatory hugs from parents, friends, elders, and colleagues.

I love the dress. I am honored, humbled and awed by my call. I'm still not quite so sure about the haircut.