Those of you who use Facebook are familiar with the “on this day” feature in which the social media platform reminds you of what you posted on that particular date in previous calendar years. It’s a lot of fun, and recently, I have adopted the practice of looking at those postings as a way of connecting my current self with the experiences that seemed so important to me in the moment. This week, in particular, there has been great joy in those posts as so many of our previous mission trips to Texas have fallen in this window of time. It is a deep blessing to look at friends (from CHUP and from the Rio Grande Valley) who have been a part of shaping my experiences of partnership, service, and mission!
Today is the day on which the 2018 version of this trip shifts from “what we’re doing” to “what we did”. This will be the closing post from this experience, and it always brings measures of both joy and disappointment.
We started yesterday in a bumpy fashion. I’ve been leading mission trips for 36 years, and for what I believe to be the first time, I began the day by locking the keys inside the building in which we were staying. Not only did I lock the keys to the church inside the church, but I locked the key to my van in there as well. “Frustrated”, “irritated”, even “pissed” are too mild to express the feelings that I was directing toward myself at that moment. We put everyone else into Gabe’s van and I sat and waited for someone from the church to show up and bail me out. Unfortunately, it was the pastor – and Friday is his day off – and I rousted him from that to stop by the church for a while. That was not good.
This is what it looks like as you drive away leaving Pastor Dave fuming at having locked the keys in the building…
Meanwhile, the rest of the crew was working their butts off on Carrie’s home and on Melvin and Mary’s place. Each group felt as though they got to a good stopping point. Our group finished our time at Carrie’s place by completing the lion’s share of the electrical work and hanging nearly all of the drywall. Not only that, most of the seams had received two coats of mud. Meanwhile, the group at Melvin and Mary’s home completed the messy job of replacing a number of rotting soffit and fascia boards, power washing the outside of the home, installing trim, and painting most of the outside as well.
setting a window into place
The group at Carrie’s home
The message in the dust from Caelea reads, “Thank You from Caelea” with some hearts…
Buoyed by this, we took a half day and split into two groups for a little local flavor. As we prepared to depart the church, we were met with two surprises. Unfortunately, one of the toilets had overflowed in our absence and we were met with a couple of inches of water in the bathroom. Mike and I got that sorted out, while the rest of the group embraced the welcome arrival of our friend Roland from south Texas. We first met Roland on the trip in 2009 or 2010, where he was our work site coordinator. Since then, we’ve developed a friendship that has been transformative and life-giving. We’ve worked with him every year since then (save 2018) and he’s brought several groups to Pittsburgh as well. He joined us for lunch and then accompanied the portion of our team that spent the afternoon taking in the sights, sounds, and tastes of Galveston Island.
Reconnecting with Roland!
Dining in Galveston
Beaching it up!
The remainder of our team chose to visit the Brazoria National Wildlife Refuge, a 45,000 acre parcel of protected wetland that is home to hundreds of species of birds and many other animals as well. This group braved a very short (3/4 mile) hike through the mosquito infested swamps and then chose to take advantage of the CD-guided audio driving tour through the rest of the facility.
What could it be?
Oh, I see now!
And one of at least 20 babies!
A flycatcher (too bad she wasn’t interested in mosquitos!)
Every bunny had a great day!
White Tailed Kite
The last of a small herd of wild hogs we encountered.
Everyone had a great time, and then we convened back at the church for our final evening of rest and relaxation prior to our Saturday morning flight. Before we left the church, we spent a few last moments in the company of the Apostle Paul, reading the familiar words from I Corinthians 13.
If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing.If I give all I possess to the poorand give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.For we know in part and we prophesy in part,but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears.When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me.For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face.Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
Our challenge for the day – and all the days ahead – is to ‘liberate’ this passage from its confinement to weddings and seek to apply it to the whole of our lives. We hope and pray that time spent here in Texas will enable us to become more a people of love in every area of our lives. We appreciate your prayers and your presence on our journey!
Thursday on our Mission Trip we split back into two teams: Gabe’s van heading back to Carrie and Caelea’s home, where they continued to pull wires, install windows, and hang drywall. My van headed to the community of Hitchcock, where we worked on a home belonging to Melvin and Mary. They’ve lived in this home for 43 years, and have raised five children here. “There’s a lot of water,” Melvin said, “but where else can I go? My whole life is here. I got through Ike, and I got through Harvey. I don’t know about the next one, though…”
We enjoyed a great dinner (thank you, pizza delivery guy!) and then got into a rousing round of “the name game”, which brought an incredible amount of laughter to our community!
Here are a few photos of our day…
Some folks use a saw. Others make a statement. Some, like Josie, do both.
Talking with Tom, the site coordinator (L), and Carrie, the homeowner.
Lindsay has been Gabe’s apprentice all week!
Jon and Mike team up for some precision wood cuts.
Bonnie works on Mary’s kitchen
Gary working on trim boards for the flooring
Would you trust these folks to replace your soffit? With THAT board?
“Just give us 15 minutes more, Dave, and we’ll finish this side before we stop for the day…”
The “Name Game”…
Our evening discussion included being attentive to Paul’s letter to the Corinthians regarding the need for us to become givers, and to allow others the privilege of giving to us from time to time.
I am not commanding you, but I want to test the sincerity of your love by comparing it with the earnestness of others.For you know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that though he was rich, yet for your sake he became poor, so that you through his poverty might become rich.
And here is my judgment about what is best for you in this matter. Last year you were the first not only to give but also to have the desire to do so.Now finish the work, so that your eager willingness to do it may be matched by your completion of it, according to your means.For if the willingness is there, the gift is acceptable according to what one has, not according to what one does not have.
Our desire is not that others might be relieved while you are hard pressed, but that there might be equality.At the present time your plenty will supply what they need,so that in turn their plenty will supply what you need. The goal is equality,as it is written: “The one who gathered much did not have too much, and the one who gathered little did not have too little.”
When we made the arrangements for this mission trip, the good people at The Fuller Center for Housing indicated that most groups like to take Wednesday afternoon off, and many of those groups like to visit the facilities that NASA has here in Houston on those days. We thought that would be a great way to spend the time, and began looking forward to that even as we marched through our first two days on site.
As we completed our work on Tuesday, however, I sensed that there were some conversations between members of our team and local homeowners and volunteers that had really made a deep impact. Tuesday evening, the group decided to forgo the visit to the Space Center in order to work harder on home rehabilitation. There were probably seventeen different reasons for this, but the bottom line is that we’ve been touched by the stories we’ve heard.
Most of our hours have been spent in the home of Carrie and her daughter, Caelea. In fact, with the exception of our incredible tiling team (Lynn and Bonnie), our entire group spent the entire day at this home today. To get a sense of their situation, you might want to see it for yourself. Click here to see the local news report featuring Carrie and Caelea.
Here are some photos that Carrie shared with us from the time that she was evacuated:
Carrie took this photo of the exterior of her home as she was being evacuated in a boat last August.
The interior of their bathroom during the flood.
Carrie’s driveway the night Harvey was at his worst.
Because we were so deeply touched by her plight and her eagerness to create a new “normal” for herself and her family, it was easy to work through the day. Here are some images of the progress. Look for some of the shots that are similar to the ones Carrie shared with us from the flood situation… and look for hope.
Here’s the home when it’s surrounded by dry(ish) land.
Storm-damaged front windows
Jamie has decided that she really likes throwing drywall mud!
Sharing lunch on the site.
“Tim, isn’t that saws-all blade on upside down?” “Dave, is that how you’re supposed to brace a piece of lumber for sawing?” And why is the board pink, anyway? So many questions…
Gabe contines to lead the charge…
Susanna joins the mud brigade!
After our day was complete, we took the time to drive half an hour south to Galveston, where some of our number braved the wind in order to put our toes in the Gulf of Mexico and then all of us enjoyed a meal at the beachfront restaurant called “The Spot”. Another good day!
Crawfish boil? Why, yes, please! I think I shall!
We completed our formal time together with a reading from II Corinthians 5, and discussed Paul’s assertion that the normative task for the Christian is that of reconciliation. Here, it’s easy to see that reconciliation means restoring that which has been damaged as a result of the hurricane and flood. The greater challenge, of course, is to think about how we might be attentive to the ongoing call to be reconcilers in the spheres that we more typically inhabit in Pittsburgh. We welcome your prayers with and for us!
So from now on we regard no one from a worldly point of view. Though we once regarded Christ in this way, we do so no longer.Therefore, if anyone is in Christ,the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here!All this is from God, who reconciled us to himself through Christ and gave us the ministry of reconciliation:that God was reconciling the world to himself in Christ, not counting people’s sins against them. And he has committed to us the message of reconciliation.We are therefore Christ’s ambassadors, as though God were making his appeal through us. We implore you on Christ’s behalf: Be reconciled to God.God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God.
Tuesdays on a mission trip are often good days to get a lot of work done. Typically, Monday allows us to develop a sense of familiarity with the site, the work, and what could be called “the chemistry of the company”. We think we know a little better what to expect and are able to embrace it.
Our second day of the 2018 trip was a minor exception to that rule, mostly because the work on one of our sites had progressed so far on Monday that by mid-day, six of us were ready to transition to a new site. We took our lunch to the folks in Dickinson, and most of us remained to assist them in working on Carrie’s home. This was the site where Gabe’s van went on Monday, and in addition to seven folks from CHUP, there were five from a church in Boston MA and an equal number from a congregation in Silver Spring, MD. Normally, I’d run from a job site where there are nearly 30 people trying to contribute meaningfully, but this afternoon, by and large, it worked out all right. The sprawling ranch house had suffered so much damage in the flood that we were able to find a nook (or, in Mike and Jahn’s case, a closet) in which to work.
Mike emerges from the shadows of his closet…
Prime tasks for the day included continued demolition of damaged areas of the home, preparing the site for window installation, pulling wires and installing other electrical components, and hanging drywall.
Jamie uses a texture sprayer in finishing up the walls.
As the Good Book says, “Let brotherly love continue…”
Jahn said he was just screwing around today. He wasn’t being completely untruthful…
Would you trust these men to work on YOUR house?
One of the highlights of the day was when Carrie and her daughter stopped by to say hello. Josie was able to capture the look on her daughter’s face when she saw her new bedroom. She asked all of us to take a photo with her, and many of the people in our crew were able to spend some good time in informal conversations with mother or daughter. These interactions were so meaningful that they prompted our team to suggest forgoing the scheduled half day for Wednesday and spend additional time on the job site.
This is what it looks like when you lay eyes on what will soon be your “new room” for the first time.
Our crew, along with folks from Massachusetts and Maryland…
Although nearly everyone went to Dickinson, I should point out that two very dedicated women spent the entire day in the smallest room of the house we began on Monday. Lynn and Bonnie were found out to be tile installers of the highest order, and our hosts asked if there was any way we could delegate them to that site for the rest of today and tomorrow. While this created a different kind of experience for these women (being separated from the rest of the herd, so to speak), it also led to a quiet afternoon filled with personal conversation. They also had the opportunity to meet the owner of that home, which was a rich blessing.
Rub-a-dub-dub, two women in a tub…
Our dinner was fajitas with all the fixins and some amazing chocolate and strawberry trifle. Yeah…
We ended our program portion of the day with an opportunity to reflect on the insights of the work and other activities. We debriefed as a group, and the circle was alive with energy as each person sought to express appreciation with and for the opportunities we’ve been given. Some of us struggled with the fact that not everyone was skilled at the tasks required, but most of us came to the end of the day realizing that we’ve been blessed. Our scripture for the evening came from Romans 12:
There are different kinds of gifts, but the same Spirit distributes them.There are different kinds of service, but the same Lord.There are different kinds of working, but in all of them and in everyone it is the same God at work.
Now to each one the manifestation of the Spirit is given for the common good.To one there is given through the Spirit a message of wisdom, to another a message of knowledge by means of the same Spirit,to another faith by the same Spirit, to another gifts of healing by that one Spirit,to another miraculous powers, to another prophecy, to another distinguishing between spirits, to another speaking in different kinds of tongues, and to still another the interpretation of tongues.All these are the work of one and the same Spirit, and he distributes them to each one, just as he determines.
Just as a body, though one, has many parts, but all its many parts form one body,so it is with Christ.For we were all baptized by one Spirit so as to form one body—whether Jews or Gentiles, slave or free—and we were all given the one Spirit to drink.Even so the body is not made up of one part but of many.
Now if the foot should say, “Because I am not a hand, I do not belong to the body,” it would not for that reason stop being part of the body.And if the ear should say, “Because I am not an eye, I do not belong to the body,” it would not for that reason stop being part of the body.If the whole body were an eye, where would the sense of hearing be? If the whole body were an ear, where would the sense of smell be?But in fact God has placed the parts in the body, every one of them, just as he wanted them to be.If they were all one part, where would the body be?As it is, there are many parts, but one body.
The eye cannot say to the hand, “I don’t need you!” And the head cannot say to the feet, “I don’t need you!”On the contrary, those parts of the body that seem to be weaker are indispensable,and the parts that we think are less honorable we treat with special honor. And the parts that are unpresentable are treated with special modesty,while our presentable parts need no special treatment. But God has put the body together, giving greater honor to the parts that lacked it,so that there should be no division in the body, but that its parts should have equal concern for each other.If one part suffers, every part suffers with it; if one part is honored, every part rejoices with it.
Thanks for your prayers! We’re glad to be connected!
If it’s February, it must be time for the First U.P. Church of Crafton Heights to head south! For the tenth year in a row, a team from our congregation has headed for the Lone Star State, looking to invest some time and energy in helping communities heal from natural disaster, encouraging local congregations and ministries, and seeking to nurture relational growth amongst ourselves.
2018 presents us with a different opportunity: for the first time we did NOT head to the Rio Grande Valley. Instead, we stayed in the Houston area working with the The Fuller Center for Housing to help folks affected by the devastation of Hurricane Harvey in August of 2017. Not only that, we have more people on the team than ever before. There are seventeen people with some connection to CHUP, and we traveled in concert with another dozen from the John McMillan Presbyterian church.
Trying hard to remember that even though this guy was the only mechanic on duty on a holiday weekend, he was probably really good at his job…
Our departure from Pittsburgh was delayed for several hours by, of all things, a flat tire on the plane. Turns out that since it was the Sunday morning of a holiday weekend, the good people at SouthWest Airlines had only one mechanic on duty. Fortunately, that guy knew his stuff and he was able to change it out and we were airborne about three hours later than we’d planned. Our arrival in Houston was also somewhat surprising to the rental car companies, but they managed to round up some vans for us after a little friendly conversation.
Our teams went to the Webster Presbyterian Church, where we shared a meal with a large group of volunteers representing six or ten churches. After our orientation, we split up into four local churches for lodging. Our group of seventeen is all together at the Peace Lutheran Church in Texas City, Texas. We’ve got a room full of cots in their fellowship hall and plan to enjoy a great time of Texas hospitality here.
Our welcome meal at Webster
Home Sweet Home…
On Monday, we divided further. I drove one van to a home that is nearing completion. A disabled resident, living in an area apartment or hotel since the storm, is eager to re-enter her home. We spent the day finishing some painting, installing tiling, taping drywall, and other items on what essentially a “punch list” to get this home to the place where the resident can move in and resume her life again. We were guided by two local volunteers, Steve and Doug, who have been patiently and faithfully assisting this woman in her journey.
Susanna putting on the paint…
Colleen told me she was at her happiest when she was painting. Happy to oblige, ma’am!
Tim is, well, you know, painting…
A couple of Daves mixing it up with the concrete board…
Lynn planning out the tile.
Jamie and Bonnie prepping the bathroom.
Gabe took our other van with the remainder of the crew to a site where demolition and reconstruction was just beginning. At some time since the storm, there had been some repairs attempted but these were not up to code. Our folks today ripped down drywall, took out some flooring tile, and began to hang drywall in one room. One of our more energetic folks even managed to fall through the same plate glass window twice. Don’t worry, Marcy, he only got cut once… This team was pleased to have the opportunity to meet the homeowner, who stopped by with some cold drinks for the team.
Here’s Jon in front of “his” window. Ask him yourself…
Lindsay found a place for her hammer…
Gabe doing what Gabe does…
Josie and Lindsay putting in the insulation!
Our work day ended with a fantastic meal served by our volunteer coordinator, Toni, as she and her colleague Aaron (the work site coordinator) served up some amazing BBQ chicken, brisket, sausage, and all the fixin’s. We ended our evening reading through I Corinthians 3, and talking about the fact that we are privileged to be here as servants – we participate in what God is doing here, but it is God’s doing. We are thrilled to be a part of someone else’s recovery from this disaster and eager to see how partnering together can help us share in the purposes of God in our lives and community.
What, after all, is Apollos? And what is Paul? Only servants, through whom you came to believe—as the Lord has assigned to each his task. I planted the seed,Apollos watered it, but God has been making it grow. So neither the one who plants nor the one who waters is anything, but only God, who makes things grow.The one who plants and the one who waters have one purpose, and they will each be rewarded according to their own labor. For we are co-workers in God’s service;you are God’s field, God’s building.
The people at the First U.P. Church of Crafton Heights are spending much of 2017-2018 in an exploration of the Gospel of Mark. Our texts for January 14 centered on the day in which Jesus healed Simon’s mother-in-law as recorded in Mark 1:29-45. To hear this message as it was preached in worship, please use the audio player below:
I was maybe 14 or 15 years old. My dad was out of town. I heard a noise of something crashing to the floor in my parents’ bedroom, and my mother was yelling. I rushed in, and there she was, flailing in bed, yelling incoherently about things that were not happening to people who were not in the room.
I was scared to death. My mother was, I learned later, delirious with fever. Her body temperature was so high that she was literally out of her mind. She was unable to think or speak clearly because of the magnitude of the infection that had developed within her.
That’s what a fever does, right? Your body senses an illness or a disease, and as the immune system kicks in, the internal thermostat goes up. This not only helps the white blood cells, but it limits the ability of germ cells to reproduce. A fever is not usually a disease in and of itself, but rather a symptom of something else that is going on. For that reason, most doctors today are reluctant to advise fever reducers until they know what caused the fever in the first place.
As we return to our study on the Gospel of Mark, I note that fever figures prominently in our reading for today. The passage at hand is, essentially, a description of a single day in the life of Jesus and his followers early in his Galilean ministry.
The group has had a busy day at the synagogue, the center at which the local Jewish community gathered for teaching, worship, and sharing life together. The usual service of preaching had been interrupted by an exorcism, which complicated things in all sorts of ways. I can only hope for Jesus’ sake that it wasn’t a playoff weekend, because I’m sure it didn’t make church any shorter that day.
They got back to home base, which in this case was the compound where Simon and his family lived. I’m sure that they were hoping for a little bit of lunch and some R&R (and, if it was a playoff weekend, maybe they’d catch the second half…). But there’s a problem. The hostess is ill.
Christ Healing Peter’s Mother-in-Law, Rembrandt (c. 1650-1660)
Our narrative is pretty straightforward. When Jesus learns of the situation, he cures her of her disease, the fever abates, and life gets back to normal. At face value, it’s the simple story of a miraculous healing – just another day at the office for the Son of Man.
If we dig deeper, though, we see a little more meaning here. Jesus not only heals a person… he heals a woman. And he not only heals her, but in doing so he touches her. He broke the laws of purity by approaching a sick woman, and did so again by touching her, and compounded that by allowing her to prepare him a meal. It is unheard of for a religious leader to act in this way.
And, don’t you know, word gets out, and it gets out fast. By the time the dishes had been done and before the post-game show ended, folks were coming out of the woodwork to meet this man. Mark tells us that the whole city was camped out on Peter’s front porch. The fever of illness may have left Peter’s mother-in-law, but messianic fever – the desire for a messiah, or a savior – is growing throughout Galilee. Jesus and his friends are up half the night healing the neighbors and casting out their demons.
As people all around him are caught up with fever, what does Jesus do? He takes a step back, he reflects, and he seeks to center himself in prayer. While everyone else is still sleeping, Jesus gets up early and finds somewhere to be alone, where he literally steps away from the feverishness that surrounds him.
Saint Jerome was one of the early scholars of the Christian church, and is best known today as the man who translated the Bible into Latin. We call that work the Vulgate. Around the year 400, Jerome was in the church in Bethlehem and he preached on this passage, where he noted the fact that not all the fevers of this life are manifestations of physical illness. He said,
O that he would come to our house and enter and heal the fever of our sins by his command. For each and every one of us suffers from fever. When I grow angry, I am feverish. So many vices, so many fevers. But let us ask the apostles to call upon Jesus to come to us and touch our hand, for if he touches our hand, at once the fever flees.
The wise man recognized that when Jesus went out to spend time with his Father, he was doing exactly the same thing that he had done with Simon’s mother-in-law: he was seeking the Divine touch in a world that had become frenzied and ill-at-ease.
Just think with me for a moment now about your own life. What is it in your world that really has you going right now? Where have you experienced feverishness? You may not be my mom, laying in bed unable to speak in complete sentences, but is there a part of your life that has been affected by anxiety, or fear, or a sense of disorientation?
Where is that coming from? What causes the fever in our lives? Do you think you know? Are you sure?
My sense is that sometimes, in our spiritual lives as well as in our physical bodies, we tend to blame the symptom (the fever) as the source of our dis-ease, rather than the root cause itself.
For instance, when the preacher asks you to think about the stuff that sets you off, isn’t it tempting to erupt? “Of course I’m a mess! I’m all bent out of shape because he’s an idiot!… she’s out of control! Bills! Jobs! Family conflict! That’s what’s making me sick right now, Pastor…”
But is it possible – even remotely – that a part of our dis-ease or dis-comfort with life right now comes from an even deeper place: namely, that we are not in control? All of these things are happening around us or even to us, and it seems as though there is nothing we can do to stop it…?
What would happen if we took a page out of Jesus’ book and sought to ask God to help us deal with our core fears and anxieties so that external triggers such as those would not matter so much?
In your body, if you get a fever and take an anti-inflammatory, there’s a good chance that the fever will diminish. Yay! But there’s also a pretty good likelihood that the source of the infection will remain or even strengthen (boo!).
If I am upset and unable to function the way that I think I should because I am not in control, one way to make me feel better is to manipulate the situation to my liking. If you do what I want, I’ll feel better. If she stops being a jerk, I’m fine.
Except the infection of pride, or fear, or insecurity is still there. You may have managed to take the edge off my feverishness by placating me somehow, but my inner reality has not changed at all.
The hope of the Gospel as proclaimed by Jesus and recorded by Mark is that Christ came to free us not only from the discomfort that our fears and anxiety cause us, but from those root causes themselves. The gift of new life in Christ allows us to effect a fundamental change in the way that we experience the world around us.
Remember the first imperatives that Jesus gives in the Gospel of Mark: Repent (turn around!), Believe (open your hearts to a new way of being) and Follow (get in line behind me!). Sometimes we forget that a big part of following Jesus is, well, following. Embracing life in Christ is confessing that I am not the master of my own destiny and I am not the one setting the direction…
“Oh, great, Pastor. So now you’re saying that if only I would relax, and believe in Jesus, and somehow be a better Christian that everything will be just fine for me…”
No. Not at all. Our Gospel reading for today has shown us that Jesus calms a fever in Simon’s mother-in-law and that Jesus knows how to avoid a fever in seeking time with the Father. The remainder of the text illustrates that Jesus is also pretty good at inciting fever as well.
While he’s in the quiet place, deep in prayer, the disciples get up, grab a bagel, and form search parties to find Jesus. When they finally locate him, what do they say? “Everyone is looking for you! You’re a star! This is great!”
Why are the crowds looking for Jesus? Here’s a clue: it’s not because they want to hear another sermon. They want healing. They heard about what happened to the fever, and in the exorcism; they know about all their neighbors who have experienced new health and vitality, and they want Jesus to fix their problems now.
And look at how Jesus responds: “You’re absolutely right! People do need this! So let’s get cracking! Let’s leave this town – and these crowds who are already looking for me – and go to those other places and proclaim the Gospel. It’s why I came, after all.”
Jesus was gaining fame as a healer – but here he indicates that’s not his primary mission. He states his goal quite plainly: “Let us go somewhere else…so I can preach there also. That is why I have come.”
So if you thought you heard me say that following Jesus means that all your fevers will disappear and life becomes nothing but sunshine, then my message hasn’t come through clearly.
Jesus didn’t make life easier for people! Jesus, time and time again, comes onto the scene and in preaching “Repent” and “Believe” and “Follow”, causes great disruption. He re-orients the world. And again, it’s all there in scripture. Look at what happens by the end of the chapter: Galilee has become crazy town. The excitement there is at nothing less than a fever pitch – because the people knew that Jesus was a game changer. In a matter of days, in a society that knew nothing of social media or mass communication, Jesus was unable to show his face in public without being mobbed. It only got worse after he cured the leper – a man who, like Peter’s mother-in-law, a highly respected public teacher like Jesus had absolutely no business getting anywhere near, let alone actually touching. The presence of Jesus, oddly enough, made Galilee a more unpredictable place.
That is no less true in our own lives. If we are serious about following Jesus, then we hear his call at the core of our beings. We invite him to speak truth to the deepest places in our lives, and while I am here to say that he has the power to bring strength, and peace, and calm… we have to be ready for the fact that he might expect us to leave our neighborhoods, touch a few lepers, confront some hostility, change our careers, evaluate our college majors, and use our time and money in a way that is not necessarily in line with what we’d choose if we were the leaders… which we’re not.
Being a follower of Jesus will not make your life easier.
And I’ll look at you, who have accepted the church’s invitation to become deacons and elders, and say it again: being a member of or a leader in the church does not mean that your problems will go away. Sometimes, it means the exact opposite.
You might remember C.S. Lewis as a Christian author, the writer of such works as The Chronicles of Narnia, Mere Christianity or The Screwtape Letters. But before he wrote any of those things, he was an atheist. Yet in the context of his relationship with friends like J.R.R. Tolkien, he came to embrace Christianity. When reflecting on his conversion, he wrote,
Which of the religions of the world gives to its followers the greatest happiness? While it lasts, the religion of worshipping oneself is the best.
I have an elderly acquaintance of about eighty, who has lived a life of unbroken selfishness and admiration from the earliest years, and is, more or less, I regret to say, one of the happiest men I know. From the moral point of view, it is very difficult! I am not approaching the question from that angle. As you perhaps know, I haven’t always been a Christian. I didn’t go to religion to make me happy. I always knew a bottle of Port would do that. If you want a religion to make you feel really comfortable, I certainly don’t recommend Christianity.
Lewis discovered what I have also learned: that while the life of discipleship can sometimes be challenging, it is also good. It puts us in the place where we can be who we were meant to be. And so, as our world is seemingly perpetually on edge about something or other, we can simply pray, “Come, Lord Jesus. Drive out our demons, our doubts, and those fevers that will distract or diminish us. Make us into who you want us to be. And make us feverish about following where you lead.” Thanks be to God, Amen.
The fancy dashboard screen indicates the outside temperature to be 111°. Yikes.
The last “work” day of our 2017 Mission to Mission trip was powerful in many, many regards. For a variety of reasons beyond our control, the time spent at the home in Donna, TX was limited to half a day. In some ways, that was probably a pretty wise decision, given the heat we experienced this afternoon. As with most things in our lives, we didn’t finish the job entirely, but we had to stop anyway. We’ll trust that just as the Lord raised up hands to begin work of which we knew nothing two weeks ago, we’ll trust that there will be hands sent to complete the tasks we were obliged to leave undone today. At any rate, it was wonderful to see this project to this point and to celebrate with the homeowners as they continued to dream of moving into their own new space.
Joe is sealing up the bathroom tile.
Gabe installing some light fixtures
Here, the team observes a moment of silence for the broken pipe, only recently buried… I think Lauren may be reading some sort of liturgy from her phone.
Bob engages in a little resurrection theology with the soon-to-be-mended pipe.
You know, painting, sawing, and Tina handing trim through the window…
What? A Long-billed Curlew stopped by the vacant lot next door? Who knew?
With Adriana and Raymond – we are glad to have been able to participate in this stage of their journey.
Once again, we found ourselves the recipients of lunchtime hospitality. This time, it was not a meal cooked and delivered to the site, but rather the treat of personal pan pizza in air-conditioned comfort. Our liaisons at First Presbyterian Church of Mission TX, Kathy and “Tejano Bob”, took us to Pizza Hut in an effort to break up the day. It worked. Folks were in a food coma ten minutes later…
The interior of my van upon leaving Pizza Hut…
Several of us took advantage of the extra hours in the afternoon to visit the Refugee Center located at the Sacred Heart Catholic Church in McAllen. Here we were privileged to see how this congregation has rallied people of faith and good will across the Rio Grande Valley to provide a hospitable welcome to those fleeing persecution and danger in Central America. Persons who are seeking refugee status in the USA are received by the Border Patrol and vetted at a detention center nearby. Those who are cleared for entry and continuing the process are then brought to this center, where they are given a hot meal, a clean set of clothes, a shower, and a place to sleep for the night before going to the bus station the next day to travel to the city in which their sponsors will receive them. It was our honor to be on hand when two young mothers and their children came in and were received so graciously by the volunteers of the parish.
The exterior of a tent used to house some of the refugees received at Sacred Heart
Dinner provided us with the incredible opportunity to share in a lengthy reunion with the Paz family, with whom we were glad to work two years ago. We stopped by to say “hello” yesterday, and then got a message inviting us to dinner today – and what a feast we shared. There was enough chicken and sausage to feed an army, along with some amazing beans and a homemade cake. It was good to get caught up on the who’s doing what in school and to see how the house is continuing to provide a blessing to our friends and those with whom they come into contact. We don’t often get a glimpse of the kingdom, but tonight we did. And we were glad for it.
The table is spread!!!
Joe, Tim, Vicky, and Lauren
With Julio, Ricardo, Juani, and Kimberly. Alert readers will notice that Ricardo is holding a recently-imported bottle of Nali brand hot sauce from Malawi. That’ll get the old salsa up and running!
Sometimes, being friends with someone means taking a turn on the trampoline with them. Better Lindsay than me, I’d say…
Tomorrow is a travel day – we’ll take the drive up to Houston and then on Saturday return to Pittsburgh. It’s been a great trip for all kinds of reasons, and I hope and pray that the fruit will show in years to come.