Sometimes I really Wonder if I'm Crazy.

Have you ever actually wondered if you're losing it?  I had a day like that yesterday after having a weekend from Hades!  (Yes, I think that PC for HELL!)  I often find myself in places where I am not sure I belong.  For example, as I write this I am also in the middle of a "virtual meeting" for the UMC.  So, I am listening to conversations about Budgets for Boards and Agencies in W. MI, as we discern what can be cut and how it should be done.  Of course, the areas that continue to be cut are the very ones that matter most to me:  camping, campus ministries, and global ministries.  It is a conversation for which I always feel unprepared.  Oh no...they just asked me what I thought about something.  


At my own church we are always running facts and figures to discern how we can meet our budget and pay down a mortgage that hangs over us a bit.  In the midst of these discussions the Holy Spirit sneaks in and the real ministry questions are asked, "How do we really measure success..." or "What does this mean for real people, not just numbers?"  
So rather than get overly invested and perhaps a little anxious over the state of the denomination in which I have invested my entire life I thought I'd write a blog post.


Maybe it's not me that is crazy, maybe God was crazy when I got the big CALL.  Was it really just the pizza I ate keeping me up at night?  No.  It's not that easy to sneak away from a call to ministry.  It's one of those things that sort of picks at you until you just succumb and give it all to God in true hope and with a good mix of fear and excitement.  


I am often filled with a tension that I cannot fully express, perhaps you understand.  I wonder if the church (whether UMC or whatever) is capable of doing what God intended it to do.  I am a believer that God intends the church to be the vehicle through which the nations become aware of the Triune God, I just wonder sometimes if God had any idea what people are really like when we were created.  I am a female pastor, this fact alone sometimes shuts me out of discussions to which I have things to add.  How, with all of these factors and judgement can we every truly work with each other?  What would it look like for us to discuss the real basics and start there.  Would the body of believers grow?  


I long for the church I serve, which happens to be theologically Wesleyan and connected to the UMC, to be a place that really does church well.  I dream of people excited to be at worship, of offering sermons while everyone is awake, of technology advancing ministry (tech. that actually works with people who really enjoy running it).  These are silly things in the big picture, but how do I lead this church in a new way, how can I foster excitement and joy in the simple fact that Jesus rose and we can too.  


Some people in my church told me recently of a church who's slogan was, "The Church that doesn't Suck."  I wish I could make T-shirts with this for my church, but I don't think it would go over too well.  The world wants a church that doesn't suck.  One that doesn't suck the life out of them, one that meets at a time that doesn't suck, one that doesn't offer them suck-y messages....if we didn't suck so much people would be lining up to spend time together, singing, loving each other, praying, and the whole atmosphere would NOT SUCK it would GIVE LIFE.


I wanna be a leader of a church that offers life.


Is this a prayer?  Maybe so.

A Little Too Salty for My Own Good.

Here I am again writing the first post on a new blog.  I have tried this before, quite unsuccessfully I might add.  It seems that when I am trying to write something pastoral and profound it becomes quite the chore.  This time I am just going to write.  I'm excited at the prospect of having a place to share my thoughts and hopefully this will actually help me grow and reflect too.  


When I think of blogging I am always confronted with the image of Doogie Howser at the end of his show writing diligently at the computer.  Too bad the kids in my youth group don't even know who Doogie is...or Alf for that matter?!?!  What has this world come to?  


This time I will write simply from the perspective of Devon, not the pastor, not the leader, but just the woman who is trying to follow God's call on her life.  This perspective will be much more entertaining than if I try to present some quick devotional or theological reflection...and maybe the lines will blur once in a while?


For today I write as the woman who feels a lot like Lot's wife.  Who is she?  She's the woman who looked back and quickly became a pillar of salt.  This story is scary, really, but also cracks me up.  What on earth would the people have thought that were standing there?  Why salt?  
Most importantly, why did she turn back?  [Insert Ace of Base Song, "Don't turn around."]


She was told to leave the city with her husband.  There are angels in the story telling Lot to take his family and go...so they do.  Except...just one more quick glance back at the city of sin. (The story is in Genesis in case you're wondering...ch. 19).  What is there that she wants to see?  Did she make some friends there?  Was she just wanting to check out what was happening?  


Bam...she's turned into salt.  That is nuts.  Lot, her husband, had been doing stupid things.  He even offered his daughters to the wicked men of the town.  He had bargained with God, pleaded, he dragged his feet when he was told to get his family and leave.  The story tells us that angels had to grab his hands to get him to go...


And it's his WIFE that turns to salt for looking back?  This doesn't seem too fair.  But, I am afraid that I'm a lot like her.  Yikes.  


I'm afraid that even in faith I like to look back and make sure I have things done my way.  I'm afraid that I often act like I have "given" God control over things that overwhelm me only to worry and create anxiety about them for myself.  I just have to have that last glance in case I've missed something.  


Maybe this isn't all bad.  I am a firm believer that every single person has great value in God's sight.  I wouldn't want an entire city to be destroyed because of sin, and yet God felt this was the way to move forward.  Am I questioning God?  Sometimes that answer to this is a resounding "yep."  


Oh how I long to be wiser in the ways of God while at the same time hold on to the child-like excitement of seeing God-possibilities all over the place.  The challenge is to look ahead and to trust...lest I turn into a simple seasoning flying through the wind.