Word of the Week

My Washington Plaza friends:

Tthese are some suggested ways to make the 40 days of Lent, a time of spiritual renewal of the Christian Year, more meaningful.  Consider the following and know there are many other opportunities out there too. The idea is to do something that might challenge you as we all prepare our hearts for the JOY of the Easter season.

 SERVICE- in doing so, considering others more than yourself

SPIRITUAL ENRICHMENT- in doing so, making God’s word a priority in your life

 

DateSin of Focus / Scripture
February 21Greed- Deuteronomy 26: 1-11; Luke 4:1-13
February 28Envy- Luke 9:28-43; Genesis 15:1-12, 17-18
March 7Lust- Corinthians 10:1-12
March 14Gluttony-  Luke 15:11-32
March 21Pride-  John 12:1-11
March 28Anger-  Luke 19:28-40

 

STUDY- in doing so, making spiritual growth more meaningful

SOCIAL AWARENESS- in doing so, asking God to re-shape your world view

And, this is only the beginning of possibilities. Any other ideas to share for how you are going to deepen your faith during Lent this year?

Pastor Elizabeth

Valentines to me is always about celebrating those in my life who I love on a level more than just romantic love.  It has been a day to remember friends and other dear ones, especially those who might otherwise be left out. It is a day to be thankful and remember the wonderful folks who surround me with their support throughout the year.

So, seemed like a great day for a party, the old fashion kind with red punch and cupcakes like you used to have in elementary school.

 Today, Kevin and I had the privilege of welcoming many of the congregation members to our home for a Valentine's Day party.  As you can tell from the pictures, we had a great time. Thanks to everyone who came out to celebrate with us!

For those of you not living in the DC area and keeping up with Washington Plaza and me through this blog, you need to know we've just lived through a week to remember.

It is a week when:

We got more snow that many of us had ever seen in our entire lives.

(And, in fact we recorded the most snowfall in the history of this great town!)

We lost power. Then got it back. And then lost power again.

We had so much snow on our rooftops causing some buildings in the area to cave in (our church roof is holding up so far which is great news).

We read and watched more movies than we thought we could in one week.

We learned to make shoveling our daily vocation. Shovel, shovel and shovel some more.

At first it was beautiful. At first it was fun. But when the second storm came, there were many of us who said to ourselves, "Who is it in this town singing, 'Let it Snow, Let it Snow?' Let them be found and stopped!"

We learned how important the right snow tools are to one's survival. (The Hagans become  popular in our neighborhood by owning a metal shovel that could more easily break the layers of ice beneath the snow).

At the beginning of the week, lovely spiritually focused questions like "Where is God in all of this?" seemed easily answered. (Time with family, time doing tasks we normally don't attend to, meeting neighbors, etc).

But by Thursday, it seemed wrong to speak of some sort of providence of God to bring us closer to our neighbors in such a brutal winter. There were too many folks out there in the cold. There were too many snow plow drivers working more overtime than should be expected in one week. There were too many folks struggling to shovel their driveways that should have been inside for health reasons.

For all the snow just was, and there was nothing to do about it but live through it. 

I think sometimes that is just how life goes.

We can try to over spiritualize moments-- and many pastor types try. But, does this really get us anywhere good? 

Yet, as people of faith, I believe, there is always HOPE to cling to no matter our circumstances. Hope that tells us that even if our winters are dark, resurrection is always coming in the spring. There will be light at the end of our darkest days.

Julian of Norwich reminded us a long time ago: "All will be well. In the matter of all things, all will be well."

I look forward to gathering again as a community of faith on Sunday in Reson. I especially look forward to our opportunity of practicing again our hope in the resurrected Lord in worship. And, I look forward to be reminded again in community of the truth that in due time the mounds and mounds of snow will melt AND all will be well. 

(Maybe by April?)

I was about to writing a blog about my frustrations with this winter, but it was going no where good. Frustrations including:

Canceling church twice since December meaning the offerings needed for our survival are not as strong.

Canceling the church retreat this weekend where big plans were in the works for being more involved in community needs and missions.

Greater worries that with all the heavy snow cover our roof and brick work might not make it through the winter (hoping we aren't like that church in MD where the roof caved in due to the weight of snow).

Extra costs (over budget) for snow removal around the Plaza.

Loss of momentum in key projects as everyone hibernates indoors and takes a break (it seems) from responsibilities.

And, for me personally, a professional development trip this week to North Carolina most likely being canceled too.

Frustrating.

Yet, to be a grouch about the snow seems a little wrong. Don't I often go back to the ancient wisdom of Ecclesiastes that says "there is a time for every activity under heaven?" Who I am and who are we to think that we're in control after all?

While the volume of snow the past several weeks has put a cramp in our style as a church (and even to some of our personal plans as well), I have to say that maybe the snow is just God's way of reminding us to see things that we might otherwise overlook?

Yesterday, after Kevin and I ventured outside to clear off our mini-driveway (again), we took a walk around the neighborhood. In doing so, we struck up several conversations with our neighbors that we've never met. We learned of the experiences of folks around us trying to get out of our street and being stuck.  We watched the parade of VA-DOT snowplows coming through on the main road and greeted them with waves and applause (which was a joy filled moment to see the happiness on the workers' faces that somebody noticed them). We took pictures of the sunset peering through the trees at the park. We hurried inside and were more appreciative of a warm drink than we've been in a long time.  

How quickly we begin to qualify certain life experiences as more important than others.

If I could only be at church preaching today. . .

If only we could have held the church retreat as scheduled . . .

If only I could have attended to more pastoral and life tasks before we got snowed in . . .

Frustrating.

But, who I am to think that the activity under heaven and you and I were to be about this weekend is not found in the simple moments of walking through the snow, cleaning our sidewalks, greeting our neighbors and appreciating home cooked meals? (Or in the case of those of you who lost power, the JOY of power when it came back on).

I know for me, my personal excitement and sense of internal momentum is growing for spring when we are more sure of our regular Sunday meetings together. It is good to be reminded (again) not to take moments of togetherness for granted.

So my prayers for you on this cold Sunday morning is that you would stay warm and happy in the company of your household, but also that God would give us all eyes to see the gifts this snowy winter has and continues to bring us. Gifts that begin with the beauty of creation and sharing quiet moments of rest and reflection at home. God's peace be upon you. AMEN

This past Sunday as I was preaching on the Luke lectionary text about Jesus being rejected in Nazareth, I had reason to ponder how small towns relate to their "homegrown" leaders. Or otherwise put, the how a person can belong to a community "where everybody knows your name" and still have the strength of character be true to God's calling.

The point I was hoping to make in the sermon is that "assumed familiarity" sometimes can work against you. In the case with Jesus, the entire town missed out on their opportunity for growth because they fixated on who they knew Jesus to be in the past. It might have just been better if upon hearing Jesus' sermon, they didn't know his name at all.

But, is being a part of a community where everybody knows your name always a negative?

Several months ago, with health and personal fitness atop the Hagan household goals, we joined a new gym close to our house. 

We picked this particular gym because of the schedule and offerings in its group excercise schedule (because I find myself much more motivated to keep at it longer in the company of those holding me accountable).

I began to settle in to participation in a late Wednesday night class, tagging along with another friend of our who is also a member of the gym and sometimes Kevin.

It is important here to note that I'm not one to make new friends at the gym. My approach is get in there, get it done and feel good about myself as I drive home.  However, this is not the style of our friend or my husband who seek to make a trip to the gym a complete social experience.

Before I knew it on one week, I found myself lingering after class and talking to the instructor with my crew. Come to find out her name is also Elizabeth. And, she was as nice of a person as skilled as she was in leading the class. My anonymity was gone, but I didn't expect that the teacher would remember me at the next class.

Then, the next week that I attended, I walked in the door and first thing I hear is: "Glad you are here, Elizabeth."

Wow, this was new! I was in the gym, the place where you expect impersonal treatment and somebody knew my name.

So, I decided to make it a weekly priority to attend this particular class, going to great lengths sometimes to work my other appointments around it.

Would I have gone to all of this trouble if the teacher hadn't made a point to greet me personally? Maybe, but maybe not either.

I actually felt really bad when an Advent class I was teaching over the course of December kept me from participating. And this was especially true when I heard through my friend (who kept participating) that Elizabeth asked about me in front of the entire class when I wasn't there.

I say all of this because my experience at the gym led me to ponder more how this exact scenario plays out in churches every Sunday.

I've haven't met a church who proclaims that "We don't want visitors to come back." But, what are churches doing to make sure that some first time attendees return?

Yes, some first-time guests come desiring to blend into the crowd, hoping that they can get in, get out and not be bothered. But some come hoping that somebody will see them and learn their name.

I am excited to go to my weekly class at the gym because I know my presence is noted and the leader is happy to see me. Maybe not everyone knows my name, but somebody does and it is a nice feeling.

Do people come back to our church after one visit because they feel the same way?

Knowing names is important. Making personal contacts is even more important. Levels of committment can be created with the simplest of gestures.

If you need me between 7:30-8:30 on Wednesday night, you know I'll be at the gym. And, on Sunday morning at 11 am, if you are in driving distance of Reston and looking for a loving community with which to worship, I'm hoping to see you at our church.