God’s Family Values

God’s Family Values

January 25, 20916

By:  James L. Brewer-Calvert

Singer songwriter Graham Nash was moved by a photograph taken by Diane Arbus that she entitled Child with Toy Hand Grenade in Central Park, New York City (1962).  Nash recognized a spiritual correlation between Diana Arbus’ photo of a child playing with a violent toy and Nash’s own hope that parents become mindful of the values we model.

Inspired, Graham Nash wrote a song called “Teach Your Children” that serves as a contemporary spiritual psalm for passing on ethical values.  His song is a prayer for peaceful means and ends; it’s an affirmation that our dreams are to be shared with the next generation down as well as up.   Nash recognized that parents have a social responsibility to emulate, instruct and inform young people what it means to be love incarnate.  Nash wrote these timeless words that resonate from Berkeley to Baltimore to Baghdad:

            You, who are on the road must have a code that you can live by.

            And so become yourself because the past is just a good bye.

            Teach your children well, their father’s hell did slowly go by,

            And feed them on your dreams, the one they fix, the one you’ll know by.

            Don’t you ever ask them why, if they told you, you would cry,

            So just look at them and sigh and know they love you.

The Apostle Paul speaks of what is to be valued and embodied in families, in church, in the wider community.  At the center of all that we do and hold dear and are called to become is love.  He writes in Colossians 3: 12-14, “As God’s chosen ones, holy and beloved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience.  Bear with one another and, if anyone has a complaint against another, forgive each other; just as the Lord has forgiven you, so you also must forgive. Above all, clothe yourselves with love, which binds everything together in perfect harmony.”

Clothe yourself with love.  Be bound to everything and everyone in every land in perfect harmony.  Sounds like a Coca-Cola jingle from the early 1970s, yet in fact there is much truth here. The love of Christ has already broken down the walls that divide and the sin that separates and the darkness that stymies our vision.  Love has already won the day.  All that is left is for us to live into our true calling to practice God’s family values.  We can do this; we can be this.  May our story be transformed into God’s story.

One Sunday morning elder Yolanda Lewellyn prayed at the Communion Table for the Bread.   Yolanda Lewellyn said – and here I paraphrase: “God, help us to love one another. Remind us that we don’t get to pick and choose the individuals or groups that we love.”   The Good News of the Gospel is and should be infuriating!  Jesus teaches his children that the greatest family value is to love one another, to love our enemies, to love even those people and groups whom we don’t pick and choose to love.

A buddy shared a story about way back when his son was a rebellious teenager.  He wanted to give his boy a piece of his mind, and was on the way to do so when he bumped into a wise mother in his church.   She listened to him rant and rave as he got heated up for the confrontation.   Then she said, “I wonder what God is trying to teach you through your son.”  Her wisdom and prayerful pondering gave him reason to pause and reflect.   He prayed for God to show him a lesson he needed to learn, rather than trying to teach his son a lesson.  Today the father reflects and recognizes how much he and his son are alike.  He knows now that Jesus opened his mind to see how sometimes the folks whom we perceive to be the most difficult to deal with might actually be very much just like us.

He admits today what he could not in the heat of the moment:  sometimes we react so strongly to particular people because deep down inside we can see in them the ugly side of our self, the side we ignore and keep in the shadow places.  I wonder if this is what keeps us from loving our enemies, from loving those individuals and groups whom we might not pick and choose to love.  I wonder if we fear that they might be more like us than we care to admit or recognize or confess.   And what happens when we ask ourselves the wise mother’s question, the woman who was clothed in love, who gently pondered, “I wonder what God is trying to teach you through your relationship.”

During premarital counseling I go over core family values that enhance marriages and relationships, values that can only take root through the discipline of practice.  For example:

            Go out at least one evening a month.  

            Pick your battles. 

            Hold doors open for other people. 

            Don’t let the sun set on your anger. 

            Work with whomever God sends. 

            Pick up the tab for men and women in uniform. 

            Connect with a cause greater than yourself.  

            Don’t pull up the drawbridge after you are across (in other words, look around and help those who get left behind or left out).  

            In all circumstances, give God thanks. 

When I was in high school I returned home with a story to share.  My mother started to spread fresh sheets on a bed while I prattled on. When I finally paused to take a breath she said, “James, there are three kinds of men. One will make the bed himself.  The second will make the bed with his spouse. The third will watch while someone else makes the bed. Which one do you want to be?”   I got the hint and pitched in.  Family values like pitching in, working as a team, not airing one’s dirty laundry in the street or on social media, have shaped us, hopefully for the better.

I imagine that you have stories of teachable moments and life lessons that altered daily behaviors and roads you travelled.  Odds are high that we could (and should) sit around and share a story or two about how we learned the code we live by, thanks to God and the tough love and tender mercies of those who helped form us.  Family values that have depth and breadth, that resonate with meaning and purpose, that share an ethical core and practical application, share one thing in common:  love.

As always, First Christian Church of Decatur, I am delighted to be your pastor.  Shalom, James

God’s Ministry Through Servant Leaders is Cosmic

God’s Ministry Through Servant Leaders is Cosmic

January 21, 2016

By:  James L. Brewer-Calvert

“The apostles returned to Jesus,

and told him all that they had done and taught.” — Mark 6: 30

            This Sunday morning First Christian Church will be installing and commissioning servant leaders who will become new elders, deacons, and elected officers of the Church Board.  We hope you will be present at 10:30AM.  If you cannot we ask that you lift up God’s people in your prayers.

They say that a new church servant leader was talking with a hard-working woman who was a devoted follower of Christ.  She was likewise active in community service projects and present at every worship service.  She said that one day their pastor expressed thanks for her commitment to being present every Sunday.  She responded, “Yes, it is such a blessing after a hard week of work to come to church, sit down on soft pew cushions, and not think about anything.”

From the Bible we learn that disciples are sent out in pairs and small groups.  Jesus’ followers are commissioned to serve with joy and sincerity.  Like our spiritual forbearers, when we return from our adventures we are eager to tell the highlights and challenges and to hear words of affirmation and sympathy. In Calling and Character, William Willmon imagines the disciples shouting as they return to Jesus, “It works!  We are actually ministers!”[1]  The disciples return to Him with joy and a good bit of pure astonishment.  “Lord, in your name even the demons submit to us!”  Jesus said to them, “I watched Satan fall from heaven like a flash of lightening.”  (Luke 10: 17-18)  Willimon writes, “In other words, this ministry is much more than helping people, more even than healing and preaching… God is taking back the whole cosmos through our work.”[2] Ministry in the name of Jesus is transformational, miraculous, cosmic.

The biblical model for church leadership described here guided both the first churches and later the Disciples of Christ revival movement.  This biblical model taught disciples like us how to be servant leaders:    

Ø Don’t work alone.  Do ministry in teams, working together for the greater good.

Ø  Don’t become isolated. Be, share, and serve in the context of a faith community.

Ø  Don’t be ostentatious.  Live simply, and trust in the Lord to provide for your physical and spiritual needs.

Ø  Don’t be obstinate.  When you are rejected or ignored, let go of any grudges or discontent, learn the lessons you must, and move on.

Ø Don’t neglect the disinherited. Emulate Jesus by serving to and with the marginalized, calling His people by name, and ministering with humility.

Ø  Don’t forget who or whose you are. You are a child of God!   You’ve been baptized, called and anointed to serve humbly, as one with divine authority, with “…no arrogant display of power, for [you are] the servant of God whose ministry will take [you] to the cross.”[3]

Ø  Do take your cue from God as revealed in Jesus Christ.  Look first to Jesus as God’s embodiment of messiah, mission and message.

What would you do and be and share if you knew that God would not let you fail?  If you knew that the word of God does not return unfulfilled?  If you knew that your declaration of your availability to serve is the very change the Lord has been waiting for?  What would you do if you got tired?

We do get weary; oh so weary with giving away and pouring out. We question and wonder and question some more.  That is fine.   You and I are not alone in our journeys of giving out and giving in, repeatedly seeking to be refueled and refilled with the Holy Spirit.  The love of Christ stands ready to receive us home.  And so we return and are welcomed home. We return to Jesus, to His Church, to worship, to commune, to be filled and commissioned with the Spirit of the Lord.

Nancy Brewer, my mother-in-law (mother-in-love in our family tradition) wrote the following poem, entitled “GENE POOL” (October 2011).

I’ve done my share.  I’ve paid my dues.

Volunteers needed?  Well, I refuse.

Chair a committee?  If truth be told,

I’ve chaired a-many, but I’m just too old.

Well, just take the minutes, an easy task.

No, I’ve had my turn, so please don’t ask.

No more casseroles will I bake.

No more raffle tickets will I take.

The community garden is ready to plant.

When they call for help, I’ll say “I can’t.”

 

I glance in the mirror and with shock I see

the face of my Mom, looking back at me.

 

Memories flood of how she slipped away,

With the ledger balanced for that fated day.

A bookkeeper, retired from that lifetime career,

She was some group’s treasurer, year after year.

Cake in the freezer for a Fellowship meal,

With banana bread ready for a food appeal.

February birthday cards written in advance,

Tithe checks written, nothing left to chance.

She transported “older ladies,” then a stroke

Was just a nuisance of which she rarely spoke. 

In her ninth decade, she could no longer drive,

But caring for others kept my Mom alive.

 

I glance in the mirror, and I see through a blur

my mother’s daughter, wishing it was her.

 

Her genes, her example, my habits?  I’d guess

when they call for volunteers, I’ll likely say “yes.”

 

Gracious and loving God, hear our prayer.  Send me!  Send us!  Send your people forth to be your cosmic power in the community.  We ask your blessings upon your people who say “yes,” upon those whom your church installs and commissions to serve and love in your name.   Amen!

As always, First Christian Church of Decatur, I am delighted to be your pastor.  Shalom, James 

[1]  William H. Willimon, Calling and Character:  Virtues of the Ordained Life, (Nashville: Abingdon Press, 2000), 138.

[2]  Ibid., 138.

[3] Fred Craddock, et al, Editors, Preaching the New Common Lectionary, (Nashville: Abingdon, 1986), 119.