April 24, 2014

Make a Joyful Noise

By Missy Buchanan |
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Missy Buchanan author of Living with Purpose

Not long ago, my eighty-seven-year-old friend Mary and I shared a piano bench at her assisted-living center. I opened a hymnal and began playing some of her favorite hymns. It didn’t matter that the piano had not been tuned in years or that I could reach down and pick up the unattached pedals in my hand. We laughed out loud and went right on singing.

Even though Mary is nearly blind, she sang with great confidence, taking the melody line while I sang harmony. We spent an  hour having an old-fashioned hymn sing, just the two of us.

I first got to know Mary at the retirement community where she and my parents had been neighbors. Back then she always wore an oversized visor and counted her steps to compensate for her diminishing vision caused by macular degeneration. She had never learned how to read music, but she could bang out gospel tunes on the piano for the ecumenical Sunday school class held at the center. But a series of health complications weakened Mary, and she moved to another facility to receive additional care. Now she spends most of her time sitting in a recliner, surrounded by family photos that she can no longer see.

On the afternoon of our sing-along, Mary hummed when lyrics suddenly escaped her and grinned all the while. For those of us who, like Mary, grew up in Sunday school and church, singing familiar hymns reconnects us to our faith and revives positive memories. By the time we got to the chorus of “Shall We Gather at the River,” Mary was tapping her fingers and moving her feet while I did my best to keep up on the rickety piano.

On the drive home I thought about Mary and God’s purpose for her in these late years. In some ways it seems there is little she can offer. She is frail. She can’t see. She can’t remember things like she once did. But somehow I knew that our hymn singing was more than recalling days gone by. We were glorifying the One who ordained her long life. We were praising God in the here and now.

And so Mary sings despite the walker she needs to get around, despite her blindness. Despite dependence on caregivers for basic needs, Mary still sings her faith. That’s when something wonderful happens. There is joy! The sweetest sound of all.

This article is an excerpt from pages 54-56 of Don’t Write My Obituary Just Yet: Inspiring Faith Stories for Older Adults by Missy Buchanan. Copyright © 2011 by Missy Buchanan. All rights reserved. Used by permission of Upper Room Books.
 
Missy Buchanan is an older adult advocate and the author of several books, including Living with Purpose in a Worn-Out BodyMy Story, My SongTalking with God in Old Age; and Joy Boosters: 120 Ways to Encourage Older Adults. For more information about Missy, click here.

 

 
April 21, 2014

This Jesus God Raised Up

By Katherine Willis Pershey |
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Katherine Willis Pershey
The Upper Room Disciplines is a best-selling book of daily devotions published annually by Upper Room Books. Each week’s readings are reflections on scripture passages from the lectionary for that period. On Mondays the first reading for the week will be posted. We’d love to hear what you think about the week’s readings and prayers. Just sign in and add your comment in the Comments section following this post.
 

 

 

Read Acts 2:14a, 22-32

Peter speaks these fiery words on Pentecost Day, but the theme of his address is pure Easter. The message Peter and his fellow apostles have for the Israelites (and, in good time, all the world) is extraordinary. Jesus died a horrible death, but God
raised him up.

While Jesus’ crucifixion took place in public, thereby becoming an all-but-indisputable fact, the resurrection of the Messiah is a different matter. On this topic we settle for the testimony of witnesses. To believe the Easter story we must first determine if we believe Peter. We know well Peter’s less-than-stellar record as a follower of Jesus. We not only remember Peter’s density and desertion; we cringe at the way he incriminates the Israelites. You crucified and killed him, Peter taunts; his accusation reverberates throughout history, leaving a shameful wake.

Why should we believe this imperfect apostle? Is his biblical interpretation pointing to the incorruptibility of Jesus’ flesh persuasive? Is his confident delivery convincing? Can we perceive the power of the Holy Spirit at work in his words?

In all honesty, I can come up with no good reason to believe Peter—at least no reason that relates to Peter himself—or any of the other eleven witnesses with whom he stands that Pentecost Day. The person bearing witness of the good news may be a reformed scoundrel or a sinful saint, a relapsed drunkard or a child with a reputation for crying wolf. I believe Peter’s testimony because what he says about Jesus is profoundly true in my own experience and that of others through the millennia.

Jesus, the holy man from Nazareth, the one through whom God did deeds of power, wonder, and signs, could not be held in death’s grip—and because of this, neither can we.

God of Easter, we hear the good news with glad hearts; make us witnesses with Peter. Amen.

 

Katherine Willis Pershey is the associate minister of the First Congregational Church in Western Springs, Illinois. Ordained in the Christian Church (Disciples of Christ), Katherine was one of the founding editorial board members of Fidelia’s Sisters, a publication of The Young Clergy Women Project. In addition to maintaining a personal blog, she has contributed to publications such as the Christian Century, A Deeper Family, Comment, Gifted for Leadership, and the Englewood Review of Books. She is the author of a memoir, Any Day a Beautiful Change: A Story of Faith and Family (Chalice Press, 2012). Katherine and her husband, Benjamin, have two daughters. She can be found online at www.katherinewillispershey.com.

 
April 17, 2014

Weeping with Those Who Weep

By Trevor Hudson |
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The encounter between Jesus and Mary Magdalene [recorded in John 20:11-18] reminds us to take seriously one crucial New Testament ministry — the ministry of weeping with those who weep. This is important. We can become so absorbed in our own pain and the stories behind it that we do not see the tears of those around us.

We forget that the risen Christ, who meets us in our tears, calls us to embody his presence in a deeply wounded world. He calls us always to follow him to those places where people are struggling and in need and to share in his ministry of wiping away their tears. One way to accomplish this task is to weep with those who weep.

How, you may be wondering, can we do this? The answer is simple but not easy to implement. We begin by learning from Jesus. What would Jesus do if he were in our place?

We watch him take the initiative and reach out to Mary in her tears. We listen as he asks her to put her weeping into words. We observe as he listens without judgment or condemnation to the story she shares. Then, in dependence on his Spirit, we learn how to follow in his footsteps as we meet and interact with those who suffer in our midst: how to take the first step in getting closer to others in their pain, how to ask those questions that will help them to discover the voice of their tears, how to listen with respectful attention and interest to what they say. As we go about learning these ways of weeping with those who weep, we participate in the resurrection practice of wiping away the tears of others.

I witnessed this type of resurrection practice a few weeks ago. I was preaching in a church in Cape Town and noticed a man crying. After the service I saw one of the local leaders, an internationally recognized author and theologian, go across the sanctuary and speak to the weeping man. I joined the rest of the congregation in another room for refreshments. When I returned to the sanctuary about an hour later to fetch my Bible and sermon notes, the two men were still sitting together, the one listening intently and the other speaking. From a distance I could see that the first man had stopped crying.

Later that day I had lunch with the leader and his family. I asked him about his encounter after the church service.

“What happened between you and that crying man?”

“I saw him sitting there weeping; so I went across, sat with him, and asked if he wanted to speak about it,” he answered.

“Where did it go from there?”

“His story just poured out. In all my years of ministry and listening to people, I have seldom come across a story of such intense pain and misery.”

“Were you able to be helpful?”

“There was nothing practical I could do,” he responded. “But the one thing I asked was whether we could meet again for him to tell me more of his story.”

“Do you think that will help?”

“I don’t know for sure. But I’m convinced that new life will come when he has been able to tell his story fully to someone who will listen.”

This leader was sharing in the ministry of weeping with those who weep. Do you see how similar his actions were to the way in which Jesus reached out to Mary Magdalene in her tears?

First of all, the leader was aware enough to look beyond himself. He was not preoccupied with his own needs or with his own group of friends.

Second, he took the initiative and approached the person in need.

Next, he asked him to share his story of struggle and listened to it. He didn’t provide pat answers or offer the person easy solutions. Rather, he gave this desperate person room to speak freely and openly about his pain.

And lastly, he assured the man of his ongoing care and concern. Four simple steps, but steps that made it possible for this caring leader to become a wailing wall for someone who needed one.

Ideally, this process demonstrates what the church needs to be like — a community where we can come together, tell our stories, share our pain, and find hope again.

This article is an excerpt from pages 33-37 of Hope Beyond Your Tears: Experiencing Christ’s Healing Love by Trevor Hudson. Copyright © 2012 by Trevor Hudson. All rights reserved. Used by permission of Upper Room Books.
 
Trevor Hudson is part of the pastoral team at Northfield Methodist Church in Benoni, South Africa. He travels widely and leads conferences, workshops, and retreats in a variety of settings.
 
April 14, 2014

Voices of Holy Week: Mary of Bethany

By Michael E. Williams |
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The Upper Room Disciplines is a best-selling book of daily devotions published annually by Upper Room Books. Each week’s readings are reflections on scripture passages from the lectionary for that period. On Mondays the first reading for the week will be posted. We’d love to hear what you think about the week’s readings and prayers. Just sign in and add your comment in the Comments section following this post.

 

 

Read John 12:1-11.

Mary speaks:

When Jesus spoke I would hang on every word. Why wouldn’t I? After all, he had called my brother, Lazarus, back from death. He wept from his own grief or perhaps because he shared ours. He was that kind of friend.

Judas was jealous of my close friendship with Jesus. He never made a secret of that. In fact, all of his disciples were jealous of the love he showed toward my sister, my brother, and me at times, but Judas took no pains to hide his envy. I think they recognized that while they were simply his disciples, I was his friend. I learned as much, if not more, from his friendship as I did from his stories and teachings.

For someone who never sought to lord his presence over others, Jesus was an imposing figure. When he came into a room, all eyes went to him. When he spoke, all other voices fell into silence. This made some people, especially very powerful people, afraid of him. I never once feared him; but others did, and that made me fear for him. There were those who sought to end his life, silence his words. He spoke often of his death as if it were a tragic but certain ending, a sure thing. While I had no power to call him back to life, I could at least prepare him for the worst. Martha and I had prepared our brother’s body for burial.

At the sound of Jesus calling his name, our mourning turned into dancing as Lazarus limped from the tomb—his death clothes still carrying the fragrance of nard. My one remembrance from that time is that I poured my only treasure, my precious nard, over Jesus’ feet. Love as extravagant as his calls forth a similar extravagance from us. Don’t you think?

Loving God, teach us to reflect the extravagance of your love in our lives. Amen.

Michael Williams is senior pastor at West End United Methodist Church, Nashville, Tennessee. He is the author of numerous articles, stories, poems, plays, and books and served as General Editor of The Storyteller’s Companion to the Bible series from Abingdon Press. Michael has been a featured storyteller at the National Storytelling Festival and has taught at the National Institutes of Storytelling. Michael is married to Margaret, and they have two adult daughters, Sarah and Elizabeth.
 
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