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Advent Devotionals You Can Start Today

Did the first day of Advent sneak up on anyone else? Anytime Advent begins just a few days after Thanksgiving I always feel a little behind the ball!

Thankfully there are lots of wonderful authors and creators who *have* been preparing for Advent, and so there are many reflective essays, devotionals, activities, and discussions questions ready for you to download and begin today.

PLEASE NOTE: I did NOT scour the entire Internet for available Advent devotionals, nor did I read through and endorse every word of all of the resources listed. This is simply a compilation of the resources that have come across my radar in the past few weeks either through email or social media from authors and creators that I follow. Not every resource will be relevant or appealing to every person, some of it may not be a good match for your theology (not all of the resources below completely align with mine, TBH), and that’s okay. But if you are looking for an Advent resource, hopefully you will find something that you like. Also, feel free to add your favorites in the comments below!

FOR ADULTS

Shadow and Light by Tsh Oxenreider
“Drawing from liturgical tradition, Tsh provides fresh insights for new and longtime believers alike. Each day includes Scripture, a reflection, a question, and a simple activity to engage the senses, such as lighting candles, listening to music, and viewing artwork both old and new.”
https://bookshop.org/books/shadow-and-light-a-journey-into-advent/9780736980609

Waiting, Accepting, Journeying, Birthing by Sarah Bessey
In Sarah’s own words: “Guided by the Carmelite themes of Waiting, Accepting, Journeying, and Birthing, this devotional offers readers new prayers, scripture, original essays by yours truly, and reflection questions for each Sunday of Advent as we journey towards Christmas….This isn’t a typical devotional designed to make you feel more calm in five minutes or less. Some of these essays grapple with big themes and ask you to lean into difficult conversations. I’m sorry and you’re welcome. Listen, if you can’t talk about patriarchy and white supremacy and liberation at Christmas, when can you? I ask you.”
https://www.sarahbessey.com/shop

Prophesy Hope! An Advent Reflection of Hope, Peace, Love and Freedom by Dante Stewart
“In this season of Advent, in the midst of chaos and confusion, the reader is invited on a journey inside the black American tradition. This tradition offers a rich legacy of faith that—like the crucifixion itself—exists at the intersection of chaos and pain and love. America needs this tradition. Not because it feels good or sounds good, but because they are still here, and they refuse to be silenced. In Prophesy Hope! Stewart leads readers on a 25-day journey through this tradition as they reflect deeply on God’s love and the meaning of Advent. These powerful devotionals invite us to see beyond despair into the hope of a new day. These caged birds are still singing; giving voice to love, peace, and freedom; and still prophesying hope.” https://www.dantecstewart.com/advent-devotional

The Season of Almost by Kate Bowler
Nobody articulates the beauty and pain that is being human better than Kate Bowler, and so that makes her an excellent guide on a journey through the longing and waiting of the Advent season. From the author: “My hope and prayer is that this Advent devotional will be a way for you to make the very act of waiting, holy. And as we anticipate Christ’s birth together, may we experience the stubborn hope of Christmas, joy in the midst of sorrow, a love that knows no bounds, and a transcendent peace amid a world on fire.” https://katebowler.com/advent/

Preparing a Way: Advent Through the Gospels by John Ruehl
“This 4-day (once-a-week) devotional reflects on passages from each of the 4 gospels in preparation for Christmas.” This free devotional can be accessed through Our Bible App, which is a progressive, inclusive faith community. The iOS version of the app needs an update to work properly, which they’ve said should be coming this week, so in the meantime you can read Week 1 at the link below.
https://www.ourbibleapp.com/new-blog/john-ruehl

Starry Black Night: A Womanist Advent Devotional
This is an online Advent devotional by Unbound, an interactive journal on Christian social justice that includes Sunday and midweek reflections. It is written entirely by Black women. https://justiceunbound.org/starryblacknight/

There Will Be Signs: An Advent Astrology Devotional by Chaplain Sarah Knoll and Reverend Lindsey Turner
I love the idea of doing the very same thing the people in the Biblical story were doing as they waited and watched for signs of the Messiah—looking to the sky.
“A 28-day devotional with four at-home candle liturgies for each Sunday in Advent, There Will Be Signs pulls from the Bible, extra-canonical texts, Saint Days, and the sun, moon, and planetary cycles of late November into December. Each day includes a scriptural reference, an astrological transit, a poignant reflection, and a journal prompt. We have also created a Spotify playlist to accompany each day of Advent!”
https://badpastor.me/store/p/there-will-be-signs-an-advent-astrology-devotional-digital-download

Anticipating the Birth of Jesus: An Advent Devotional on Immigration by Rondell Trevino
“Immigration is often a forgotten theme during the Christmas season. However, shortly after the anticipation of Jesus’ miraculous birth, His family flees for safety as Migrants to another land. Therefore, Jesus’ birth and the theme of Immigration are more closely related than we might think during the Christmas season. In ‘Anticipating The Birth of Jesus: An Advent Devotional on Immigration’, we explore this and what the Bible says about immigration in a 25-day devotional from December 1st through December 25th.” You can read this resource on Kindle Unlimited (click the photo) or purchase a copy directly from the Immigration Coalition through the link below: https://theimmigrationcoalition.com/adventbook/

FOR FAMILIES

To Light Their Way: Finding Simple Wonder & Joy in Advent by Kayla Craig
A free Advent guide that Kayla made to complement her beautiful new book, To Light Their Way. In Kayla’s words: “I pray that “To Light Their Way: Finding Simple Wonder & Joy in Advent” guides you to the glittering hope in Christ alone. Each week includes snippets of more comprehensive prayers from To Light Their Way, along with a simple conversation/journal prompt, one tangible practice, & a breath prayer from a Psalm. Each week fits on one page and should hopefully add peace to your season — not add stress to your to-do list!”https://kaylacraig.substack.com/p/your-free-advent-download-is-ready?utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=cta

An Illustrated Advent for Families: God With Us by Illustrated Ministry
Illustrated Ministry is one of my favorite inclusive resources to use with children.
This digital download includes family devotions, coloring pages, and an advent calendar. (Choose the “personal use” pricing option if you are using this with your family.)
“The stories of Advent are stories for hard times. Jesus was born amid upheaval and historical change and among people who seemed powerless. But when the world feels hopeless, Advent reminds us God is with us: In chaos, God is with us. In suffering, God is with us. In uncertainty, God is with us. In whatever our family endures, God is with us.” https://store.illustratedministry.com/products/an-illustrated-advent-for-families-god-with-us?variant=39431416905826

Ministry
If your children are like mine and balk at sitting down with a traditional written devotional, these videos might be a good alternative. They are cute and funny and ask thoughtful questions about the meaning and practices of Advent and Christmas. You can stream them online with a free account from Redeem TV. (They also have a Roku app.) https://watch.redeemtv.com/whirl-ada-and-leo-s-inspired-christmas-adventures

Jesus Storybook Bible Advent Kit
If you have a Jesus Storybook Bible at home this family Advent resource is made just for you! This free download includes 24 printable Christmas ornaments, a reading plan for each day of December, a Christmas soundtrack, coloring pages, and printable memory cards. https://www.sallylloyd-jones.com/2021-advent/

Little Way Chapel Advent Bundle
“Little Way Advent is a 68-page guide for your family’s Advent journey. It is both a calendar and guidebook, featuring one practice per day to prepare your heart and home for the birth of Christ. The calendar is formatted as strips of paper that can be cut out and either placed inside the doors or pockets of a traditional Advent calendar, or made into a count down paper chain.”
https://www.littlewaychapel.com/printables/littleway-holiday-bundle

Faithful Families for Advent and Christmas by Traci Smith
“100 easy, fun, and meaningful ideas for bringing the sacred back into the season. (It’s) divided into three sections of prayers, practices, and lessons.” You can download it on Kindle through the link below or see if your library has a copy through Overdrive (Libby) or Hoopla.
https://smile.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B08DG8PQW9/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1638107309&sr=8-3

Are you going to use any of these Advent resources this season? What are your favorite Advent devotionals to use for yourself or with your family?

church, Faith, Kingdom of God, Vulnerability

A Church Called Revolution (Part 4 of 4)

A grayscale photo of a young girl sitting on a wooden chair in the balcony of a church, peering over the edge to watch the Easter worship service below. The church has stained glass windows and wooden pews.
Easter Sunday, April 1, 2018

For everyone who has been a part of the Revolution community, whether it was for a few months or for decades, I am so very grateful for you.

I have been thinking a lot this week about all the people who had already planted and shaped Revolution before my family ever arrived, some of whose names I know but I’ve never met.

And I’ve been thinking a lot about Westport United Methodist Church, out of and into whom Revolution was born. The many contributions by its generations of members remind me that the story of this faith community lives on.

All of us, across nearly two centuries, in our own imperfect, flawed ways, did our best to show up for our community, to seek God in all the places that God can be found, and to love our neighbor as ourselves. Nobody could have asked more than that.

I hope that wherever your path leads you next, you find people and places and rhythms that bring you healing, help you love your neighbor, spark your creative imagination, and provide you with deep, soul-restoring rest.

I hope you know that I am cheering you on and rooting for you to be able to bring the best of Revolution—the people and inclusivity and curiosity—forward with you. I hope that the hard parts of Revolution’s journey help you to grow in empathy and strengthen your ability to advocate for yourself and others.

I hope that we see each other soon and often. But even if we don’t, I hope you know I’ll always be happy to reconnect with you, even if it’s been months or years. I’ll never think it’s weird or that it’s been too long. I want to hear about your new church, your new job, and the new book you are reading. I would be equally honored to be trusted with your prayer requests and to be trusted with your questions and doubts.

I hope that you know that you are made in the Image of God, and that you are enough, just as you are. More than anything I hope that you know that you are so very, very loved.

church, Faith, Kingdom of God, Vulnerability

A Church Called Revolution (Part 3 of 4)

A portion of a stained glass window featuring a yellow, orange, and pink torch on top of a pink circle with blue dots. The window also features blue, green, and yellow blocks and a thin red rectangular border.
A Stained Glass Window in the historic building of Revolution Church (Westport UMC) in Kansas City, MO

The fact that something ends (a church, a relationship, a business, a life) is never an indication that what once existed wasn’t beautiful and valuable.

Like my husband acknowledged in his prayer yesterday, we know that due to our collective humanity it’s not possible for a church community to always be at its best. As in every community, there were mistakes and harm, misunderstandings and disappointments, and plenty of pride and short-sightedness to go around. But in those moments when Revolution *was* at its best we cultivated a lot that was life-giving, authentic, and good.

We fed hungry people and invited them into community with us. We gave families in need clean diapers and clothing for their children. We danced and bowled and ate and drank to raise money to meet needs in our city and around the world. We served communion at Pride booths and hosted wedding showers for 🏳️‍🌈 friends.

We delivered meals, visited hospital rooms, attended funerals, and mourned losses of all kinds. We celebrated milestone birthdays, weddings, births, adoptions, transitions, and all varieties of new adventures. We gathered for book discussions, game nights, play dates, chili suppers, fish fries, pancake dinners, Easter egg hunts, and fall festivals. We invited children to wonder about God and the Bible with their full imaginations and all of their questions.

We met together to study the Bible, explore what it means to love God and love our neighbors. We learned from, and learned alongside, others who had life experiences and viewpoints that were vastly different from our own as we talked about our hopes, passions, questions, and doubts.

We valued the holy words that are “I don’t think I believe this” and “I don’t know.”

It was beautiful and life-giving and always, always hard.

There was never an abundance of money or staff. Having a small congregation meant the same people were tapped to do the work again and again and again. Our values and priorities sometimes conflicted with our denomination and the results were usually messy and painful.

It wasn’t hard because we were doing it wrong. It was hard because it was hard

church, Faith, Kingdom of God, Vulnerability

A Church Called Revolution (Part 2 of 4)

Revolution is far from the only congregation that has closed its doors in recent years. Church attendance in the U.S. continues to decline and, rightly, that has spurred on a lot of soul searching about what it all means.

I’ve heard a lot of thoughtful, nuanced, discussions on this topic. Conversations that take seriously the very real harm that religious institutions have caused for centuries. Conversations that honor the journeys of people who are connecting with God in alternative and beautiful ways outside of religious services. I’ve also heard a lot of pretty bad takes.

The point of view that probably upsets me the most, however, is when I hear religious leaders talk about how people just don’t care about spiritual things anymore, about how churches are closing or shrinking because people have become too self-centered, too busy, and too apathetic. That’s never been my experience at any church I’ve been a part of. It was certainly never my experience at Revolution.

I’ve never seen a group of people work harder to build and sustain a faith community than I did at Revolution. I’ve never seen a group of people fight harder to keep alive a vision of what a church could be , even when the odds were stacked against it, than I did at Revolution.

The Revolution community made the difficult decision to close its doors permanently for a lot of complicated reasons, and a few very simple ones, but it was never for a lack of effort, commitment, sincerity, or faith.

Sustaining a small community of millennials and gen x-ers in a historical church in need of big, expensive repairs, in a denomination that was often as inscrutable to our congregation as we were to it, was always going to be an uphill battle. But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t worth the climb

church, Faith, Kingdom of God, Vulnerability

A Church Called Revolution (Part 1 of 4)

A photo of a wall of rectangular stained glass windows. They are primarily pink, blue, yellow, green, orange, and red.
Stained glass windows in Revolution Church (Westport UMC) in Kansas City, MO

I was annoyed when Scott answered the ad on Craigslist for a part-time worship leader position at a church in midtown Kansas City. I swear it had only been 5 minutes since his last ministry job had ended (somewhat poorly) and didn’t he just want to take a break from working at a church for a little while?

Also, I was already on staff at another church in midtown that I truly loved, and couldn’t we maybe just go to ONE church at a time for a while?

Apparently, we could not.

Scott started working at Revolution United Methodist Church on Palm Sunday of 2010. A few years later I joined him on staff because, despite myself, I’d fallen in love with this quirky, maybe-too-laid-back, inclusive, justice-oriented faith community.

I was won over by this beautiful little church filled with people who didn’t quite know how to church, didn’t really trust churches (for lots of good reasons), but still thought maybe a church where you could practice loving God and loving your neighbor as your full, complicated, beautiful self, was worth the risk.

Today, 11 years and 2 weeks after Scott’s first Sunday at Revolution, the church held its final service and closed its doors.

I don’t know if you’ve ever been a part of a church that has closed, but it’s pretty awful. Watching a church community that you love suffer repeated traumas, and then finally close, is filled with very real grief and pain. Grief for a beloved community that will never meet in this place, in this way, again. Grief for dreams that were unrealized or cut short.

Yes, the Church is universal. Yes, the God of Love is never contained in one building or community or time.And yet the loss is real, and the grief endures.

Because we can’t actually experience the Church universally. We can’t actually experience Love throughout time and space. As humans we can only experience these things in particular places at particular times. I am forever thankful that one of those places that I experienced love, and grace, and community was at a church called Revolution.

Justice, Kingdom of God, Peacemaking

Love Must Be Louder

I confess that I’ve never been to Haiti, El Salvador, or any of the many countries in Africa, although I hope to one day. But I don’t have to have been there personally to know that these places are full of beautiful, diverse people made in the image of God. Beauty exists everywhere, even in, especially in, places where hardship is plentiful. We in the U.S. should know this as well as anyone.

It’s unequivocally evil to denigrate and devalue entire countries, continents, and peoples. That evil is compounded when it comes from the leaders (both those who speak and those who agree by their silence) of a country whose longstanding policies, actions, and attitudes have, and continue to, directly contribute to the hardships of these very people.

To my friends around the globe who live in, grew up in, love someone in, have ancestry in, have cherished memories in these beautiful places, I am so, so sorry that a vocal portion of our country places so little value on the people and places you love. It is wrong. Please know that you are not alone as you hope for and work for a country and a world that is a welcoming and grace-filled place for everyone.

I am committed to calling out, voting out, actioning out the people and policies that let racism and other forms of evil flourish. I am committed to truthing out and loving out these same evils in my own heart and in my community.

These are hard words to write because I know that my words and actions will never be enough. There is always more that I could be doing, that someone else *thinks* I should be doing. (Often that someone else is me.)

Does that mean I will write an impassioned social media post every time the news reports someone doing or saying something awful? No. I don’t even think I should.

Will I attend every rally, march and meeting across the city where people are working hard to overcome racism, xenophobia, and other systemic evils? No. I couldn’t possibly.

But I can do *something* every day. Something to promote love and inclusion. Something to fight against hate. Some of my actions will be flawed. Some of them will fail. And I have to believe that’s okay.

I confess that when I know I am going to do something imperfectly, my strongest tendency is just not to take any action at all. But this is too important to stay silent. It’s too important to not do anything. When hate is loud, love must be louder. We have to go forward, imperfectly peacemaking because the alternative is perfect acquiescence to evil.

Today my peacemaking actions reflecting on the challenging words of Martin Luther King, Jr., updating my voter registration, and (re)reading another chapter of Osheta Moore’s beautiful book Shalom Sistas to be reminded of the peacemaking steps I can take on the path of my ordinary life.

What are your peacemaking actions for today? Let’s cheer each other on.

Faith, Gospel, Kingdom of God, Sermons, Vulnerability

Ordinary But Remarkable Things

As an associate pastor, I usually preach at my church only about 4 or 5 times a year. This Sunday was one of those days. I always take preaching seriously, but after the world events of this past week, I felt the weight of the task of preaching even more than usual. What do you say at a time like this? Was I even the right voice to be speaking at such a moment? I confessed to the congregation that I experienced many moments of self doubt this week. Maybe on a day like today the church needed to hear with someone with more experience as a preacher, someone more polished. Perhaps they needed to hear from someone older, someone wiser, someone who was less emotionally raw right now. 

But when I quieted these voices of doubt, I realized, of course, there was no one else for this task. There are other, better, more-experienced preachers than me in the world, but none of these preachers had been called to preach at this place in this moment in time. For better or for worse, this was my work to do today. 

So I made a deal with the congregation. I would push through my doubts and insecurities, and do the work God had called me to do this week, if they would also do theirs. I don’t know what their work is this week, maybe there is a conversation they need to have, a phone call to make, a gift to give,  a neighbor to serve, or a stranger to reach out to. But I know everyone has something they know is the next right thing for them to do, but they haven’t it yet done. They are afraid it will be awkward, or they’ll do it imperfectly. They are afraid someone else has already done it better or it won’t make a difference anyway. And it’s likely that some of that will be true, awkwardly and imperfectly is about the only way I know how to do anything, but we need to do those things anyways. So I said “I’ll do my work, if you’ll do yours.” And they agreed. So I did. 

And my work  was to read, sit with, and preach this week’s Lectionary Gospel passage: Matthew, Chapter 5:1-12. 

Matthew was not the first of the four Gospels to be written, but it is the first by arrangement in our New Testament. Meaning, that if you had never read the Bible before, and decided to open up the New Testament to the first page and start reading, your first introduction to the life of Christ would be Matthew’s account. But I don’t want to start in Chapter 5, I want to start at the beginning, because context ALWAYS matters.

The setting of the Gospel of Matthew is a little over 2000 years ago in Roman-occupied Palestine. Once again, the Jewish people have found themselves subjects of foreign rule,  echoing the conquests and exiles their ancestors experienced before them. In those days, the Roman Empire was prosperous both economically and militarily, and for sure some of the Jewish people were faring well under the Roman Regime. There were those who had been able to maneuver their way into positions of relative power, becoming local rulers that let the province of Judea operate somewhat autonomously as long as the Emperor was happy. There were those who had accepted jobs as tax collectors, securing the payments Rome demanded, plus extra for themselves. There were wealthy landowners, who were becoming wealthier by the day as they scooped up small bits of land that their fellow Jews had to forfeit when they couldn’t pay Caesar what was owed.

But for many, the injustice of living in occupied territory was compounded by daily economic burdens and insecurities. And like all oppressed and disadvantaged groups, different factions reacted to the political and economic reality in different ways. Some, like the Zealots, rose up in violent revolutions, while others, like the Sadducees took a more pragmatic and compromising approach. The Pharisees chose a path of religious puritanism, while the Essenes opted out altogether, taking a monastic, counter-cultural approach. But regardless of the method, nearly everyone was looking for answers, for a solution, for a savior.

It’s in that atmosphere that the Gospel of Matthew begins, and it seems clear from the start that Matthew is setting us up to expect great things from this man Jesus. If the people are looking for a savior to right the wrongs of their age, then maybe this is the hero they’ve been waiting for.

Chapter 1 admittedly gets off to a slow start, with a less-than-exciting, but quite impressive, genealogy for Jesus. It’s a Royal lineage that includes some of the most important people from Jewish history: the Patriarchs, Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, the great Kings David and Solomon, and the strong brave women of Tamar, Ruth, Queen Bathsheba and his mother Mary. Someone from this line should do well, and our expectations rise.

But now Matthew’s account really begins to unfold. Following the genealogy is the pronouncement of Jesus’ birth, by no less than an angel. The stars themselves announce Jesus arrive, which brings the young family a visit from the Magi, who bring expensive gifts and pay homage to the newborn king. Chapter 2 continues the action with a divinely inspired dream that leads to a dramatic flight to Egypt by the holy family to escape the wrath of the local ruling king, Herod.

After a few years, Joseph and Mary move their family again to Nazareth, a rural town in the district of Galilee, but Matthew skips over this presumably quiet period of Jesus’ life. Instead, the story picks up his story again with Jesus as a young adult, being baptized by the eccentric, locust-eating prophet, John, marking the official beginning of Jesus’ public life. And if you were still having doubts that this is the Chosen One, Matthew writes that as Jesus comes out of the water, the heavens open up, the Spirit of God descends like a dove, and a voice booms from Heaven declaring “This is my Son, the Beloved, with whom I am well pleased.” It’s hardly subtle.

And so it would seem that Jesus is poised for greatness after his dramatic rise. He’s been marked as a king from before his birth. And he seems to be charismatic, drawing curious crowds with minimal effort, who are waiting to see what path he will take. Will he lead an armed rebellion or set his sights on becoming a powerful political insider? Will he preach the importance of religious purity or the necessity of complete separation from secular society? Jesus appears to be just a few short steps away turn this buzzing energy into a movement: gathering the right supporters, securing the right backers, crafting a resonating message. The stage is nearly set for a divinely appointed leader to right the wrongs against the people of God.

But even for messiahs, the path forward is never a red carpet. It is always a crossroads. There are always decisions to be made. No one escapes the small, daily choices that form the moral arch of our lives. Not even the Son of God.

In Chapter 4 of Matthew, Jesus finds himself alone in wilderness with decisions to make.  He’s offered unlimited power and unthrottled ambition. A path to a life of unending and untroubled comfort is laid out for him.  They are good offers. A person in that position could not only liberate an oppressed people, they could topple an empire. If anyone could appropriately handle the endless ethical gray areas that such a life would bring, surely it would be the divinely appointed descendant of Kings and Patriarchs.

But Jesus says no to this deal with the devil.  And suddenly, after four chapters of dramatic setup, Matthew’s unfolding account of the life of Jesus’ life no longer seems to be following the traditional hero’s arch. At the point in the narrative where Jesus should be gathering a following of the strong and powerful, Jesus begins to gather a group of outsiders, blue-collar workers (actually, NO collar, no SHIRT kind of workers). When he should be scheduling dinner meetings to secure rich donors, he instead spends his time in the homes of the quarantined and the contagious, and in the makeshift shelters of the run-out-of-town.

The crowds are still there. But they are starting to get confused. Where there should be a clear message about how it’s time for the Jewish people to reclaim the land that is rightfully theirs, instead Jesus is talking about repenting, a Kingdom of Heaven, and fuzzy metaphors (they hope they’re metaphors) about being fishers of men.

Perhaps these ideas were *just* intriguing enough to an oppressed and miserable people. Perhaps they were just enjoying the distraction from daily life. Maybe it was the rumors that the sick and suffering people Jesus was spending time with were actually being healed.  Whatever it was, despite the obvious missteps away from the well-traveled path, people continued to gather around Jesus, asking to hear more.

And so in Chapter 5 of the Gospel of Matthew, we find the first full sermon from Jesus that we have in our Bible. It’s often called the Sermon on the Mount, named after its physical location, and our scripture passage for today is the beginning of it–Nine blessings often called the Beatitudes:

 “Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

“Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.

“Blessed are the gentle, for they shall inherit the earth.

“Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied.

“Blessed are the merciful, for they shall receive mercy.

“Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.

“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God.

10 “Blessed are those who have been persecuted for the sake of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

11 “Blessed are you when people insult you and persecute you, and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of Me. 12 Rejoice and be glad, for your reward in heaven is great; for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you.”

These are hardly the opening lines of a sermon that galvanizes a loud and conspicuous movement. These words aren’t particularly stimulating or really even that encouraging. They aren’t nostalgic for a better past or a strong warning about a dark future. And if these are calls to action, Jesus has really missed the mark. No one is going to set out to mourn, or be poor in spirit, or to be insulted or persecuted.

But these nine blessings are not goals, they are not prescriptions, they are DESCRIPTIONS. They are adjectives that describe the lives of people who follow a loving and holy God. They are moments in time that everyone who truly lives in the way of Jesus will experience.

In the Godly Play lesson about the Beatitudes, the story describes these nine statements, as the “ordinary but remarkable things people do that bless everyone.” Ordinary but remarkable things.

And through that lens we suddenly see the opening scenes in Matthew’s Gospel in an entirely new way. We flash back to see that this is not just the tale of one extraordinary life destined for greatness, though it IS that. But now we see that Matthew’s story is also about the ordinary lives of MANY God-seekers and God followers who made difficult choices with remarkable integrity, faith, courage, and love.

It’s the story of a young working-class couple, living lives far removed from the kings and patriarchs in their family tree, saying yes to a risky, life-altering call from God. It’s the story of a group of astrologers, taking a long, uncomfortable  journey, crossing religious and political boundaries, to bring gifts to a new king that they couldn’t be certain even really existed. It’s the story of a frightened family, leaving behind everything they’ve known, taking on lives as refugees in a foreign land in hopes of saving the life of their son. It’s the story of two cousins, each peculiar and charismatic in his own way, coming together at the water’s edge to declare the radical message of repentance and of an Upside Down Kingdom.  It’s the story of a young prophet, alone in the wilderness, facing, and rejecting, extraordinary but familiar temptations.

Matthew’s been telling a different kind of story all along. It IS the story of a Messiah, on a journey to bring justice, and peace, and liberation. But it is also the story of an incarnate God-become-flesh who shows us that although there are times that call for extraordinary actions, the Kingdom of Heaven cannot be brought by a military revolution or a political takeover. Jesus shows us that grace and peace are given by God, not governments, and that no wall can keep them out.

We misunderstand the Beatitudes when we add them to our To Do lists. The message of these blessings is that if you are seeking God, then you do not need to ALSO seek the experiences Jesus described. For better or for worse, they will find you. If you are daily choosing to say yes to God at work in your life, then these descriptions should sound familiar. If your response to the Christ’s call to participate in redemptive love is to say, “I don’t totally understand it, but I know I want to be a part of it,” then you will find snapshots of your life in these words.

You will know that you are living an extraordinary life of love, when you find yourself facing the common experience of mourning, because no one who has loved deeply can avoid grief in a broken world. And to grieve well, in a world that is uncomfortable with such a daring act of vulnerability and honesty, is a blessing to everyone.

You will know that you are living a life of mercy, when you find yourself moved with compassion and humbly seeking justice for all people. You will know you are truly imitating Christ, when you find yourself engaged in the ordinary, remarkable acts of peacemaking in a world that would rather you be satisfied with keeping the peace.

There’s no need to go searching for persecution, or insults, or personal attacks. If you are living a life of grace, then those who are threatened by the equality and radical inclusion of God’s love will call you a loser, label you unintelligent, and dismiss you as unimportant.

Not only do the Beatitudes boldly acknowledge that the life of anyone who follows Jesus will be marked with ordinary ups and downs, by both accomplishments and injustices. They also share the extraordinary message of Jesus that in ALL of it, the living of your ordinary life, that you are blessed by God.

God’s Kingdom is always open to you, no matter your gender, sexual orientation, race, or country of origin. God’s grace means the world CAN be changed by ordinary people who just relentlessly do the next right thing. That is good news indeed. And as I’m sure the author of Matthew’s Gospel would agree, it’s a story worth telling.

Faith, Kingdom of God, Parenting, Play

Play With Your Faith

I don’t think that anyone would describe me as playful. I’ve never been whimsical, or theatrical, and only my children think I’m silly. And no one was surprised when the All About Mom page my son brought home for Mother’s Day last Spring basically listed my greatest strength as “adulting.”

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But even though my love for To Do lists and productivity is deep and wide, I’ve also spent a surprising amount of my adult life thinking about play. First, as an early childhood and elementary education major, then as a children’s minister, and now also as a parent.

Admittedly, these days this thinking could often be more accurately  described as worrying, particularly about the play habits of my own children. Do my children play enough or too much?  Do they do the right kinds of play—free play, structured play, imaginative play, cooperative play? Do they play outside enough? Do they read enough? Is it okay that my son almost never wants to color?  How much technology-driven play should I allow? Should I be playing with them more or does that take away from their capacity for independent play? Should their play have a purpose? Are they playing right? Is it possible to play wrong?

Play is generally described as engaging in an activity that is 1) voluntary, 2) enjoyable and 3) open-ended and flexible. Play is about the experience, not the ending. If your play can only have one specific outcome it’s not play, it’s a project or a competition.

Play is not a break from the real world. It is how you discover it.  Play is how you try things on, practice various roles and personas to see if they fit, practice the rules and then change them, join in the act of creation, imagine the world as it could be.

As the ever-wise Mr. Rogers explained, “Play is often talked about as if it were a relief from serious learning. But for children play is serious learning. Play is really the work of childhood.”mr-rogers-quote

And research shows that play is not just the work of children, it is the work of all of us. The need for play does not end when we become adults. “We don’t lose the need for novelty and pleasure as we grow up,” says Dr. Scott G. Eberle in the American Journal of Play. “Play brings joy. And it’s vital for problem solving, creativity and relationships.”

I think play is also vital for faith. We must be able to play with our faith.

I know that sounds counter intuitive or irreverent even. For many of us faith is IMPORTANT. Shouldn’t we WORK at faith, not play at it? But it’s a false dichotomy that buys into the lie that work and play are opposites. I believe faith, like play, must also 1) be voluntary, 2) enjoyable, in the sense that it is rooted in joy rather than pain or fear, and 3) it must be open-ended, flexible, and changeable.

In this way faith and play are inextricably linked. This is a problem for a society of adults who have been conditioned to believe that play should only be done if all of your ducks are in a row. (Has anyone seen my ducks?) But if those are the terms, we’re doomed from the start

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But play is not frivolous. Educators, researchers, and Mr. Rogers all affirm that play is, and always has been, real, meaningful work. Work that must be born and fostered in childhood, but that needs to continue into a healthy adulthood. Play is the work we do to practice imagination, try on new ideas, and dress up in various roles to see how they fit.

Play allows us to try out our our strengths and our weaknesses, in low-stakes settings. Play is where we learn to dream, to wonder, and to question reality. Play is where we practice telling, hearing, and getting caught up in Stories. Play is where we learn to create and respond with our bodies through music and dance. Play is where we learn to use and grow our imagination.

And for those of us who are Christians, and affirm that Jesus is God revealed to us, then we understand Play to be a part of the very nature of God. If we have in our minds a humorless, Vulcan-esque image of Christ, we didn’t get it from Scripture. Even in the small snippets of Jesus’ life depicted in the Bible, we find that our God has sharp sense of humor, a lively imagination and a penchant for creative storytelling.

We serve a God that enjoys word play and told humorous stories about a person who tried to take a speck out of a friend’s eye while a giant log was sticking out of his own. We serve a God that could look at nobody, a screw up, or a terrorist, and imagine the world-changing person they could become. We serve a God that knew when he needed to rest and when he needed some time alone with nature. We serve a God with a self-deprecating sense of humor that led him to lead a Royal parade on a donkey rather than the traditional horse in order to make a point. We serve a God that created the Blob Fish and the duck-billed platypus.

And if play is part of the very character of God, perhaps as God-seekers we need elevate the role of play in our lives individually in our faith communities.

This means we must MAKE space for play to happen. We are no longer children, who will naturally play given the smallest amount of time. Instead of the adult method of rushing through mundane tasks, children naturally transform ordinary moments into opportunities for exploration, wonder and play. My 4-year-old son cannot walk by a drawer or a cabinet without opening it to see what’s inside. He slithers like a snake down the hallway to retrieve his jacket. He plays with every toy as he puts it away. It. Is. Maddening. And yet it’s inspiring.

So many of us adults have had play conditioned out of us, however. We no longer see the world as full of wonder and possibility, but as a problem to be fixed. So we get from Point A to Point B in straight lines, our minds already thinking about the next task. When we do have little bits of time we choose distraction, not imagination. So it’s precisely because play is no longer as instinctual to us as pulling out our phones that we must purposefully make space for it in our lives. And we need to do it especially when we feel like we don’t want to, when we couldn’t possibly find the time, when there are lots and lots of important things to be done. It is at these times that we need to play the most.

Because if we have lost the ability to play, we have lost the ability to imagine. And if we can no longer imagine, then what are we doing here? What are we doing when we come together in our faith communities? We might be upholding tradition. We might be passing along knowledge or rules. We might be enjoying each other’s company. But we are certainly not on a journey of faith. We are definitely not participating in the Kingdom of God. Because to believe that Love and Grace can change the world is to imagine what such a world would look like, what people transformed by God would look like, and to have the playful, imaginative faith that this could be so.

Kingdom of God, To Do Lists

To Do Lists, Neglected Plants, and the Kingdom of God

In a timely act of kindness, my mother took my kids today for some special time with Grandma and Grandpa, which left me with an unexpected block of time to use however I wanted. Although I contemplated a 5-hour nap, I decided what I wanted most out of my child-free day was to check off a number of those little tasks on my To Do List that had overstayed their welcome by several days, weeks or even months.

You know the kind of thing I’m talking about: those easy-to-put-off tasks like changing the battery in the clock that stopped working who-knows-how-long-ago, putting away the stray Christmas item left behind in the post-Epiphany decoration rapture, or shredding the pile of papers that have been accumulating for the last 6 weeks months.  These were tasks that I knew would only take a few minutes each, but somehow kept getting pushed forward indefinitely to the list for “tomorrow.”

Top on my Just-Get-It-DONE list for today was “re-pot plants,” which sounds a lot less urgent than it actually was. What it should have said was “put the plants IN pots.” As in, these two innocent plants had been living in mason jars of ONLY WATER on my kitchen window sill for the last 3 months. (At least. I lost track.)  Even my preschooler knows that plants need air, sunlight, and soil to survive, and here I was actively withholding one of these three basic needs for no reason, other than the fact that my plants aren’t able to cry out for food like the rest of the humans and animals in this house. Clearly, no one has ever accused me of having a green thumb.

And YET, here they were, these two little plants, using the light and water they had, and their God-given DNA, to keep on keeping-on, every day. Despite my neglect, despite tiny Basil Plant being munched on every day by the cat, despite the the winter chill that was coming through the window, they survived.

I found so much encouragement and hope in that thought today. Plants are resilient. They grow in rocky soil and in no soil. They re-emerge after forest fires and nuclear explosions. Plants are fighters. And so are Humans. Even when the world in cruel and unfair, when society is structured in a way that denies people the basic things they need and the rights they deserve, it is possible (though not inevitable) to survive. We are stronger than we think, more hearty than we imagine.

But I believe we are made for so much more than survival. I believe in a God who wants every person to experience wholeness that comes from re-creation, and redemption born out of love and grace. I believe in a God who calls us to reality based on abundance, not scarcity. A reality where we make choices out of empathy, not fear. An upside down Kingdom where the last are first and the most energy goes toward caring for the “least of these,” not into catering to the rich and powerful.

I believe in a Faith that compels us to use our voices to cry out on behalf of those who are voiceless, who are being neglected, who are vulnerable or overlooked. A faith that calls us not only use our eyes to see the needs around us and our voices to cry out, “Hey, we need some soil over here!” I believe that living into the reality of a grace-filled Kingdom means we must also use our hands to dig into the ground, getting dirt under our nails, and then we use our feet to bring the nutrient-rich soil to the people and places that need it most.

My plants survived my neglect, but when I turned my apathy into empathy it made growth possible. That’s the kind of home I want to live in–a place where ever person (and even plant!) is unburdened by the weight of mere survival, and is then free to grow into who they were created to be. That’s the kind of community and society I want to live in, too. Most importantly, I believe that is exactly the type of Kingdom that God invites us into every day.