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Thursday, November 14, 2013

My story of giving, by Lilllian Wenger                                                                          November 12, 2013

I have many reasons to be thankful that others offered their loving kindness  to me.  First, my mother who gave me life, but was never able to even hold me, as she had tubercolosis when I was born during World War II in Germany.  She died when I was five months old.  Then my mother’s sister, Anna, who took over my care, but even that was short lived.  Anna left me with her best friend to babysit me, as she went for a few days to visit her husband who was in the navy and had a short leave.  Unfortunately the war escalated and Anna could not return.  At the same time this friend  had to evacuate where she was living, taking me along with her own little children. This was in November, and as refugees travel was not easy, thus in a small town this friend told the officials there that she would need to leave me.  A family in the town  stepped forward and took me in, as I would not have survived much longer.  They took care of me for five plus years giving me their love.  

Anna and Otto ended up in West Germany after the war and then started searching for me.  Anna was able to locate me in East Germany  and came to take me away from the only mother I had known up to that time.  A few years later, Otto, Anna and I were able to immigrate to the United States.  Unfortunately  Otto died of cancer at the end of the same year we arrived in Philadelphia. 

After Aunt Anna and I moved to Chicago,  Anna had a mental breakdown and again I was very fortunate to be placed with a loving foster family, John and Lillian Marcoux.  However after a year, due to some financial issues within the family, I moved to another  family, just down the block, Carl & Erma Zager.  After a year this family was transferred out of Chicago, but I felt I needed to stay in the city as my aunt had visiting privileges. Both families had already conferred with each other, and now the first family could take me back. I was extremely lucky to have two such great foster families, with whom I have been connected all of my life.

In 2007 another dramatic event happened in my life.  I was again connected with the family who took me in when I was a baby.  I had not known their name or exactly where they lived so could never search for them.  I only remembered being told that I had lived in a town called Zwickau when little.  A couple, who came to Missoula through Friendship Force International, ended up as my house quests when I heard they were from Zwickau. After their return home they attempted a few ways to try to locate my earlier family, and low and behold they did it.   I have now visited Herta and her family, and Sigrid a couple of times and again gained this loving family back into my life. I have been truly blessed that so many people gave of themselves and their love, and allowed me to be a part of their lives.

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

My Story of Giving, By Marylor Wilson

It is the season of Stewardship!  Our theme is "Stories of Giving."  We are collecting stories of giving.  Send us your stories - write them down on paper, send them to us via email, video tape a story and send it to us!

Here's a story by Marylor Wilson, a member of our church and our Friday office volunteer.

It was the Sunday night dinner of one of our Family Promise Weeks ( a week when homeless families come and live in our church).  One family was a mother, a father, a two-year-old son and a two-week-old baby. The mother was still suffering from a very difficult delivery.  The father was entirely occupied with the tiny baby.

The two year old, a curly blond live-wire, couldn't sit still, couldn't eat, couldn't even play with toys in the usual way.  His mother (and the rest of us) were bothered and helpless in face of this tiny whirlwind.  His mother's threats were useless.  The rest of us didn't dare approach him.

Then, Ellen Marshall, who is University Congregational Church's Family Promise Coordinator, grabbed up the little bombshell.  I expected a big
two-year-old roar and stiff legged struggle.

But that did not happen.  He snuggled right into the curve of Ellen's arm with out a peep.  She carried him around the rest of the dinner hour, helping serve and clear dishes one handed.

Their two faces mirrored each other's pleasure and serenity.  It was hard to tell who was giving and who was receiving.

Friday, September 27, 2013

Stories of Giving

Stories of Giving…
What’s your favorite story about giving?  When have you received something of great extravagance?  How is giving incorporated into your daily life?  Who taught you about the importance of giving, and what were the lessons they taught you?

The stewardship Task force is compiling the congregation’s stories of Giving.  We invite you to send us your stories.  You may send the via email (send to info@uccmsla.org)  you may send them snail mail, (405 University Avenue, Missoula, MT  59801) you may make a video  or audio recording and send us that, or post your thoughts on our face book page.  We all have stories about giving – Let’s share them!

Here's one from Amy Carter to begin the conversation...

Stories of giving
It was Christmas vacation my sophomore year in college.   The itinerary home was, New York to San Francisco, spend the night with my Uncle, San Francisco to Tokyo, where my parents lived.  I was incredibly homesick, so this trip came at the right time.  The flight from New York to San Francisco went fine.  The next morning I was in a panic – my ticket (this was before e-tickets) was no where to be found!  After searching and searching, I went to confess to my Uncle – I had lost my ticket!  He was very, very unhappy – and called my father in Tokyo.

I was expecting yelling, shouting, Dad venting his frustration over my tendency to loose things.  Gently he told me he would buy me another ticket so I could come home. When ever I think of grace, when ever I think of giving freely, I always think of this moment – when I was very gently told that I could come home.

Friday, November 30, 2012

First Sunday of Advent

Here are some notes on our worship service for the first Sunday of Advent. 

Today, with the first Sunday of Advent, we begin a New Year in the church. Unlike the secular calendar, the Christian calendar begins today as we anticipate the birthing of the Christ child. In these four weeks building up to Christmas we are called into reflection, waiting, and anticipation.

The theme of our Advent season this year at UCC is “Anticipating” and with each week given a traditional identity we will, accordingly, be Anticipating Hope, Anticipating Peace, Anticipating Joy and Anticipating Love. Each week we will light the candles of the Advent wreath culminating on Christmas Eve in the lighting of the Christ Candle.

We begin our service today with something different for us… Though very common in many Christian traditions, the singing of the Kyrie Eleison is something we rarely do. An ancient practice, we enter into these sung Greek words which mean “Lord have mercy” followed by “Christe Eleison” (“Christ have mercy”) and concluding with Kyrie Eleison. In today’s use we are playing a Kyrie from the Wild Goose Worship Group from Glasgow, Scotland which have the following prayers spoken between the 3 singings of the Kyrie.

God of all time
Forgive us our false busy-ness
The busy-ness we manufacture to make us seem important
The busy-ness we invent to keep us from ourselves
The busy-ness in which we hide because we fear to stand still…
…To be alone…
…Or even to meet you…

(Kyrie eleison)

God of all hope
Forgive us our hopelessness
Our bondage to an imagined, glorious past
Our cynicism regarding the good in others
Our weird talent for spotting the problem before the potential

(Kyrie eleison)

God of all love
Forgive our grudged compassion
Our unquestioning affection for what seems safe
And all our lusts especially those we pretend are heartfelt longings

(Kyrie eleison)

God of all time, hope, and love
Recreate us until we live looking more to Christ than to the clock
Walk by the light without being obsessed with the darkness
And in all our loving, seek to credit and never shame the one in whose name we pray.
Amen.







Friday, November 16, 2012

Delight in Giving by Kels Phelps

On November 4th Kels Phelps, our Youth Director and some Middle School youth gave this talk on our Stewardship theme, "Delight in giving."  Enjoy this...

"Good morning. The first thing I would like to do is to thank you for the incredible opportunity that I have to work with the young people of this church. It has been a wonderful gift to me, and is part of the reason that I value this church community so much.


In preparation for talking about stewardship this Sunday, a couple of weeks ago I administered a survey among some of our middle school students about our programming. I know that this represents just a small slice of our youth ministry, which is a small piece of this church’s ministry as a whole, but I would like for you to hear a little bit about what they value about UCC.

What do we do that you really love?

• I love doing group projects for the whole church - things like the Haunted Hallway and hiding Easter eggs.

• We talk about Godly things seriously. Then we have fun.

• I like youth group. We have fun!

• [We] play games and talk about religious things. [I like] the fishing trip.

• We go on lots of fun trips like the fishing trip and the ski trip and do lots of other fun activities.



What are you most excited about for our future? What is your Vision?

• I'm excited to do the ski trip and the Christmas Pageant.

• [My vision is] that we can do more activities that make us closer.

• I am most excited about the haunted house and my vision is making it the best haunted house ever.

• Have fun!

• Doing cool projects.

• I am most excited about going on more trips.


How can we--as a community--better care for your needs?

• That we can better come together and get to know each other better.

• Well we should bring more friends from outside the church and better snacks.

• Have better snacks!

• Snacks!

• I think we should have better snacks.

“Remember: A stingy planter gets a stingy crop; a lavish planter gets a lavish crop. I want each of you to take plenty of time to think it over, and make up your own mind what you will give. That will protect you against sob stories and arm-twisting. God loves it when the giver delights in the giving.”

Right before we took that survey, I shared this verse from 2 Corinthians (which happens be our stewardship theme this year). I was fishing for responses from the group. “Remember: A stingy planter gets a stingy crop; a lavish planter gets a lavish crop.” Nothing. “I want each of you to take plenty of time to think it over, and make up your own mind what you will give.” Blank stares. “That will protect you against sob stories and arm-twisting.” Wait a second! Arm-twisting? Sob stories? What are you talking about? Bingo. That’s the reaction I was looking for.

We continued our discussion by talking about things that we don’t look forward to, but we know that we really ought to do them. They had all sorts of examples about that: homework, washing dishes, chores... The usual stuff. But, when we got to really talking about it, the general consensus was that those things often don’t turn out to be as unpleasant as we expect them to be.

The example that the kids raised that I could really identify with was washing dishes. For whatever reason, I don’t like to start washing dishes. I let them pile up until it turns into a real job, and then I still drag my feet about it. Eventually, I want to cook dinner and the limited counter-space in our kitchen is taken up by dishes from last night (and maybe even the night before), so I have to wash them. So, I fill up a plastic tub with hot, soapy water, and get down to it. And it’s fine. It’s not particularly unpleasant, and, a few minutes later, my kitchen is filled with clean, usable cookware. The thing is, I know that’s how it works. I know that washing dishes really is easy, and it changes the whole feel of the kitchen. Nevertheless, it still takes some arm-twisting to get me to take action.

For me, the same is true of pledging financially to the church. I had never given to a church before, and I felt like I was just too low on funds to make it happen. The catalytic arm-twisting in this story is guilt. You don’t have to spend much time in the church office to know that a fair chunk of our time goes to receiving and allocating donations. That’s how it works. When I realized that I was not participating in that structure, I felt compelled to make a monetary pledge to this community. I was still nervous, like I said, about not having enough money to cover my expenses, but I set up a monthly recurring contribution via the website. It turns out, I don’t miss the money. And, I feel like I am actually, meaningfully contributing to the day-to-day well-being of this church, which means a great deal to me.

This year, I’ve decided to preempt the arm-twisting guilt and proactively re-evaluate the amount of my pledge. It’s going up. I encourage you to take some time and honestly consider the value of this community to you. Then, have a look at your books. If you don’t pledge already, my experience tells me that it can be done! If you’ve been a pledger, faithful to the needs of this community for years, I invite you to prayerfully consider the amount of your pledge."

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Delight in Giving, by Janice Springer

We continue sharing more of people's stories about their Delight in Giving, as we move into the last week of our Stewardship Campaign.  Here are some words from Rev. Janice Springer, one of our part time Ministers of Spiritual Formation...

"I remember an experience from years ago that showed me how much delight there can be in giving.

I was a single mom with three kids and I served a small church part time. There was not enough money, never enough money. We had given up luxuries; now we were beginning to skimp on essentials.

I had always given money to the church (and other organizations) as I had seen my parents do. Tithing had never been negotiable for me. Now I wondered if I could afford to keep that commitment. After some struggle, I decided I would continue my tithe, and trust. I’d pay the tithe first and figure out how to live on what was left.

My efforts to trust, though, were pretty wimpy. I felt sorry for myself. I was sick of worrying about money. I kept company with despair. I felt poor. Then one day, as I wrote the checks for that month’s tithe, my perspective suddenly changed. (Spirit at work….) If I had enough money to give some away each month, I couldn’t be poor! If I had enough money to give some away each month, I must be doing ok! In fact, I must be rich!

The financial struggles went on for a while longer. Each month, when I paid the electric bill, I shuddered. When I paid the car insurance, I practiced deep breathing. When I paid the mortgage, I craved chocolate to lessen the pain. But when I paid my tithe, I smiled. When I wrote that check, I felt strong. I felt safe. I felt powerful. I felt rich. Giving moved me from despair to delight. After all, if I have enough to give some away, I must have enough.

That perspective has stayed with me all these years. The money I give brings help to others. Giving it brings delight to me."

This is Janice's story - what's yours?  Would you be willing to share it? 

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Delight in Giving, by Paul DeWolfe

On Sunday, November 11, Paul Dewolf spoke in church on our Stewardship Campaign theme, "Delight In Giving."  Here are his words.  Read his words and then reflect on the times and ways you have found delight in giving.  Then we encourage you to make a pledge to the church by going to www.uccmsla.org

"I delight in giving to this church because of the important role it plays in my life. For me, this church is:


• The place where Ellen and I were married

• The place where our daughters were baptized and confirmed

• The place where they learned that we welcome EVERYONE

• The place where our daughter was married

• The place where we have met our closest friends

• The place where we have said our final goodbyes to too many of them.

This church also plays a crucial role in our community. We practice our beliefs at home and abroad. We help to feed the hungry and we help to house the homeless. We provide a place for people living with HIV/AIDS to gather, share a meal together, and support one another. We stand for peace and justice and equality at a time when many want to roll back the hard fought progress gained in our lifetime. We stand as proof that the liberal Christian tradition is still alive in Montana.

I have been a member now for almost twenty years. During those years I have been a member of the Building and Finance Committee, the Cabinet, the last Capital and Mission campaign, and the current Visioning process. This summer I worked with some incredibly thoughtful and dedicated lay leaders from our congregation to help put flesh on the bones of that Vision. I have seen an incredible new energy come into this church and it gives me great hope for its future.

And yet, every year we still struggle to pay our bills. We build a bare bones budget that barely sustains our current programs. I cannot imagine what goes through the minds of our staff every year at this time when they wait to see if the annual campaign will raise enough revenue to pay their salaries. Our youth ministry would not exist if not for a special gift that will soon expire. Every year we struggle to maintain our existing mission commitments when we should be expanding them. I have to believe that we can do better than this. Our membership roles now include over 720 members, but last year there were only 166 pledges that totaled just over $300,000. We have the potential to do so much more at UCC, but not until we can commit the annual resources to make those good works sustainable on a long term basis.

And so I ask you this: If you do not currently pledge to the church, please do. If you currently pledge, please consider increasing your commitment. I suggest we challenge ourselves a goal of 300 pledges and $450,000. Let’s really demonstrate our commitment to this church and its good works. Let’s give it the resource it needs to sustain and grow its service to us, our community, and those who will follow after us. Then we can all share in the Delight of Giving."

Friday, November 9, 2012

Delighted to Give by Brad Herron


Brad Herron, a member at UCC spoke on our stewardship theme, "Delight in Giving."  Below you will find his speech. 

Gifts abound, they’re everywhere… From my family’s entrance into this church we have found ways --- no, we have been invited to share our gifts with those in this community and beyond. When gifting, people would think the recipient, those who receive the gift, would be the one or ones who benefitted from those actions. In retrospect, however, the inverse is true. My experiences here have driven home that message – giving, whether with time, talent, or tithing, is at the core of who we are as members of this congregation, this community, this world. As Christians we are called to give. And to serve. But know that in giving and in serving, there is delight. I know – I have been delighted.

First, you need to understand – I’m just an ordinary guy. I’m married, have two kids, a dog, and a mortgage. I teach kids about Greece and grammar at Washington Middle School, while trying to find ways to work out, eat more vegetables, and be a good husband and father. I came to this church via the back door – we wanted to find a preschool where my youngest would be loved and nurtured. We found both here at the UCC Preschool, and the more I was around this place, the more I found it to be true about everyone here. So know that I came with no advance theology or years of Congregational church membership. Instead, I was a non-practicing Methodist who hadn’t regularly attended services in years. So knowing that, how does one become a giving member of this congregation? It’s easy. And delightful. Delightful because the act of giving somehow gives me something in return. So what have I given? I will start with the only thing that we all have the same finite amount of….Time.

Time

I participated as a UCC Preschool board member, painted the office of the new, incoming associate pastor and eventually the entire outside of the building with other members and my father, baked awesome chocolate ice box pies for bazaars, took time to bid on silent auction items at those same bazaars even after my wife told me we were not buying anything this year, contributed those same auction items a few years later thus doubling their value and contribution to the church, solemnly attended Ash Wednesday services in preparation for the season of Lent, supported the intergenerational mission trip to Guatemala, raised a hammer to build a home for Habitat, worked on staff alongside Peter, Amy, and Joyce to do whatever needed to be done, organized Christmas pageants, helped with haunted houses, and crafted clay plates and cups. And how did I do all those things? I was invited --- by a member, by a staff person, by an announcement in the bulletin or Crier or email, by a poster or a personal phone call. I was invited and knew, based on my time here at UCC, that I had the chance to give my gifts for the greater good. And I did. And I still do. And I am delighted. Because in giving I got back fellowship, new relationships, fun, spiritual growth, a sense of being needed, appreciation. Delight in giving your precious time.

Talent

What about talent? Whether we recognize it or not, we each have a talent or even multiple talents to give to this church. Whether it is the talent of relating to youngsters or the talent to cook a meal, give that talent with delight. For me, my talent is singing. As I began to hang around the church, I was invited by Jean Woessner, my son’s preschool teacher, to join a small ensemble of singers, those who simply loved to sing. I agreed. That decision has been primary to my faith journey and has radically influenced both me and my family. At that time I had not sung publicly since my wedding day…. I’m not sure why. I only knew that in singing here, I rediscovered a love that had been absent for over a decade. But this love was different. The joy of music here, in church, was different. The camaraderie of singers was wonderful, but it was more than that. As we connected pieces of the music with the message, I understood the gift I was I given and the gift we collectively gave. The rise and fall of voices, the poetry of words, the message – all of these resonated deep within my soul. This was my gift – my voice, raised to the heavens with others. In rehearsal in the music room we decipher, we learn, we practice, we practice some more. And while it might eventually be beautiful there, it becomes something very different in this sanctuary. At that time it becomes a gift. Sometimes in the midst of it, I listen and shudder. The music hangs in the air and I look upon the congregation and realize that they too sense the presence of God – and it changes us. I receive this gift as much as I give – Jeff’s lilting trumpet, Alice’s resonant harp, the fullness of the Chancel choir, the simple, perfect sounds of the bells, hearing my own sons offer their musical gifts to the congregation. All of these gifts, both given and received, are powerful, are moving, and are delightful. What better place to share such gifts than in this place and in this time.

Tithe

Finally, delight in the gift of tithing, not necessarily in a literal sense, but in the sense that you make a conscious decision to give back part of the financial resources God has given to you. For me, it is personal. I give money to the church each month. I write a check. Not an automatic payment, not a credit card charge, but a hand-written check. I bring it to Sunday service, or if I miss services – yes, this steward does not have perfect attendance – I bring my check to the office. It feels more real to me. At that moment when I place it in the plate or hand it to a staff member, I am reminded of what that money does. It pays for the choir director, the lights, the food Kels enthusiastically serves to the high school kids at lunch each Wednesday, fellowship events, the weekly electronic newsletter, our pastors, our music directors. I am also keenly aware that part of it is passed on beyond our walls to the community, the Conference, those in need. Why do I delight in it? Honestly, the church needs it and I know it. I know it is not ever taken for granted or spent lightly. And I know that I personally benefit from it by being active in the church. That delights me.

Closing

We have over 700 members and many more who are not formal members but still support the church. So today I issue an invitation for you to imagine the possibilities if every member or supporter of this church gave even just a little bit of all three – your time, your talent, and your tithe. They are all important. Imagine then if we gave just a little more than last year? I invite you all to put your hands on this church. Imagine the delight we would share if we all did.

Friday, September 21, 2012

Philoxenia

September 9, 2012
23 Sunday of Ordinary Time
Recovenanting Sunday
University Congregational Church
United Church of Christ
Rev. Amy M. Carter

Hello all, here's the lastest sermon from Rev. Amy Carter. We will try and post sermons on this blog.


Last weekend I officiated a wedding at Snow Bowl ski area. I was called into doing this wedding at the last minute because the officiant they had originally asked to preside at the wedding backed out. So I had only met the couple once; a lovely couple, really down to earth and beautiful people. The challenge for me, as a minister, never comes during the wedding ceremony; it always comes during the reception. As is true in most cases, couples are always very appreciative and I always get an invitation to the wedding reception. The reality though is that because most of the weddings I do are for couples that are not part of this church, the only people I know at the reception are the bride and groom. This was true this past weekend, and I hardly knew them at all.
So it is always a painfully awkward situation for me, especially since I am an introvert. I try hard to mingle with the other guests. Putting myself out there, asking other guests lots of other questions. But most of these people have been friends for a long time, and so I often feel like I am inserting myself into a situation where I don’t really belong. What also happens is that when people know you are a minister, they will either avoid you or they will begin to confess all their sins to you. And you end up hearing things that you really didn’t want to hear from someone you don’t even know at a party where everyone is supposed to be having a good time. Often too, when the small talk runs out, there is this awkwardness about it all, and I am beginning to think, how can I leave this reception with some measure of grace, how long is a long enough time to stay at this reception, when is it polite to leave? How does one make a graceful exit?

Last week, as the guests were all sitting down to eat, and as I filled my plate at the buffet table, a man came up to me and said, my wife and I would love it if you joined us at our table. It was a welcome life raft in a sea of awkwardness. The conversation was pleasant, fun, and interesting. And once again, I was a recipient of gracious hospitality. We’ve all been in situations like that, where we have been the recipient of great hospitality. And we have been in situations too where we have felt excluded, unwanted, uncared for. And that’s what I would like you to tap into today. Open your memory banks and think of the people or situations where you have been extended radical and gracious welcome. How did that feel, Think too of the times when that has not been the case.

I want you to think about this because today’s scripture is a bad example of extravagant welcome. And some people find this a difficult story to read exactly because of that. In this gospel reading Jesus acts like a jerk. Jesus is caught with his compassion down. Jesus has spent a lot of time among the Hebrew people, and decides to get away for a little while and goes into the region of Tyre. Maybe he wants a bit of a retreat. He goes into a house and doesn’t want anyone to know he is there, or who he is.

But word has spread before him and he is accosted by this Gentile woman, of Syrophoenician origins. Her daughter is ill, and she has heard of how Jesus heals people, and so she begs him to heal her daughter. Now this woman has broken all kinds of relationship codes. She has crossed the boundaries of what is done in polite company. As a woman, she is not supposed to approach a man. As a Syrophoenician, she is not supposed to approach a Jew. She has entered into a house that is not her own, and disturbed Jesus, when he wanted to be alone. This woman is bold, and demanding. And Jesus treats her horribly by calling her a dog. Claiming his ministry is only to the Jews, and not to Gentile dogs like her.

“Stand in line and take your turn, Jesus says to her. The children get fed first; if there’s any leftover then the dogs will get it.”

She is cunning, smart and quick with a comeback. Saying “Of course, Master, But even the dogs under the table get the scraps dropped by the children.”

With her quick wit, her quick come back, Jesus changes his mind. And heals her daughter. Something happened in that moment, in that conversation to Jesus. And this conversation changes the entire course of Jesus’ ministry. Through this woman, Jesus who once thought his ministry was only to the Jewish people begins expanding his ministry. He sets out next into the region of Sidon, and heals a deaf man. And from there he feeds four thousand people in the region of Sidon. The ministry of Jesus continues to expand.

If you read the gospel of Mark carefully, you will notice that there are two feedings of masses of people. First the feeding of the 5,000, and then the feeding of the 4,000. On first reading we might just think that it was important to Jesus to feed lots of people – to make sure that no one went hungry. And that is true.

But on a more careful reading, we now begin to understand that the first feeding of the 5,000 was a feeding of 5,000 Jews. The second takes place in Gentile territory and marks the beginning of an expanded ministry, an expanded understanding of who is included in God’s realm. Jesus began his ministry to the Jews, and then extended it to the Gentiles and the pivotal point of that radical hospitality came through this conversation with this nameless Syrophoenician woman.

From here we begin to understand that the realm of God, the love of God, the grace of God is always expanding and it is ever inclusive.

This is the wondrous belief that we hold dear in this congregation. That God’s love is an inclusive love, that God’s joy extends to all, that God’s community is one of radical welcome. We hold that belief dear. But faith is not only about belief. It is about how we live out that belief. Like the Epistle of James admonishes us by saying “Faith by itself, it if has no works, is dead.”

In steps the radical and amazing notion of hospitality. Hospitality was a crucial practice among the early Christians, and it is a practice that can always be lived out. Ana Maria Pineda Catholic nun and professor Santa Clara University, claims that hospitality – extending it and receiving it, is participating in the redemptive practice of God.

Think of a time when you felt wonderfully welcomed. Think too of a time when you felt excluded. These are the experiences that are central to our faith and root us in our own calling toward hospitality.

This week as I was reading about the practice of hospitality, I came across this wonderful Greek word “Philoxenia.” We’ve all heard of the English word with the same root, xenophobia, which is a description of our fear of strangers, or fear of people who are different from ourselves. In our world’s history, and in our nations, we have many examples of xenophobia, and we all have our own individual stories of xenophobia too. The need to feel as if we belong at the expense of others feeling excluded is a strong impulse within us all.

Turn this word, xenophobia, around and make a little change, and you get the New Testament word for hospitality,”Philoxenia.” Philo – being one of the many Greek words used to describe “love.” Xenia means stranger, so philoxenia means love of stranger or the love of guest. I love this word. I think it is a great word. Ana Maria Pineda takes this word to a whole new level when she writes “Philoxenia can also mean love of the whole atmosphere of hospitality and the whole activity of guesting and hosting. Indeed, with a philoxenic circle of mutuality, unexpected transformations can occur.”

I loved this statement because it accurately described for me one of the most important things that we practices every week as we gather for worship. Our whole experience here is in creating a philoxenic circle of mutuality. We are here to be hospitable to each other, to open ourselves to the other people in this room, whether we know them or not. We are here to be hospitable to God, to invite God into this room, into our hearts, to practice being a host and a guest in God’s presence.

So, when James, our volunteer coordinator calls you or sends you an email asking you to be an usher, you can say “here’s my opportunity to practice philoxenia! “ It seems like such a small task, doesn’t it? To stand at the door and greet people – but it is one of the most important functions of a church – to welcome friends and strangers.

When you are called upon to host the Fireside café, making coffee and setting out treats for everyone to enjoy, you can say, here’s my opportunity to practice philoxenia!” When Sarah Hallgrimson asks you to teach or accompany our children in church school, you can say, “Here’s my opportunity to practice philoxenia!”

When you’re standing in the coffee hour and you see someone across the room, you don’t know, take a deep breath and think, “Here’s my opportunity to practice philoxenia!” And go and introduce yourself.

When the signup sheet to help out at the Poverello Center to feed the homeless comes up, sign up and think “here’s an opportunity to practice philoxenia!”

Or when you are invited to write a letter to your congressperson in regard to some environmental concern, you can think “here’s an opportunity to practice philoxenia!” And I say this in particular because I think our sense of being guests and being hosts extends not just to other human beings, but it extends to how we interact with other species on the planet and how we interact with the earth as a whole. Does my life show a practice of being hospitable to the earth?

There is always in inherent risk in practicing philoxenia. Sometimes we insult each other by asking a long time member who’s been part of the church for 50 years if they are new to the church. Once I went up to a woman to offer her condolences on the death of her sister, and she said, I think my sister’s ok, I just talked to her this morning, I have no idea what you are talking about. Or we hesitate in talking to someone because we have met them 10 times already, but we can’t remember their names.

It’s ok. Let’s give each other the room to be honest, the room to make mistakes, the room to practice this art of philoxenia. Let’s set out a blanket of forgiveness right now for all the blunders and all the feet we are going to put into our mouths as we practice philoxenia. But let’s practice this! Philoxenia is one of the most important gifts we can offer each other and everyone who walks into our doors. Wal-Mart even knows how important this practice is! That’s why they have greeters at the door! Surely we can do better than Wal-Mart!

It is a hope of mine, that this church which prides itself on being a place of extravagant welcome would practice philoxenia in so many ways- that there be this atmosphere of hospitality in all of our hosting of each other, that the practice of philoxenia becomes a strong part of our identity.

As you practice philoxenia here in these small ways it will begin to seep into your life. Philoxenia will become a part of your day, as you interact with that co-worker who just drives you nuts, as you drive around the city with annoying drivers. Philoxenia will begin to inform your interactions with your annoying in-laws, or your out of touch parents. Philoxenia can become part of the fabric of being with your enemies and with those who despise you.
Today is recovenanting Sunday. This is the Sunday we welcome each other back to church after the long days of summer. But more than that, this is the day when we look each other in the eye, and make claim to each other. This is the day when we make covenant with each other and with God, to tie our journey of faith with this group of people, in the context of this community. So take a moment to look around you. There are people in this room you may know well, and there are people in this room you hardly know at all. Through this covenant, you are being given an opportunity to practice the wondrous art of philoxenia, to welcome a stranger and to welcome a friend, and through that act, to welcome God into our midst. May God bless us in this endeavor. Amen.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Asking Questions

Last Sunday we invited 4 people from our church to be interviewed by our confirmation class. We split the confirmation class into groups of four and sent them into different parts of the church to ask questions of these adults about their faith journey. I've always thought that confirmation is all about the process of asking questions. Asking questions of ourselves and of others about the journey of faith.

Today I listened to a podcast by Kara Powell a professor at a seminary on youth and young adult ministries. The podcast was all about asking questions. She relayed one story about a young man who told her how people in his church have been asking him questions about his faith since he was six. "Alot of those questions I couldn't answer when I was six, but those questions formed me and shaped me. Now that I'm 22, I am starting to answer those questions. I wouldn't have been thinking about those questions if I wasn't asked them when I was six."

In Church school we also wrestle with questions. Questions like what is peace? or who is God?
How do we live together in community? How do we take care of each other? Questions we ask each other that are deep and significant form and shape us, even when we don't know the answers to them, because they cause us to reflect and ponder on our faith, and that is always a good thing.
What are the questions of faith that are rumbling around in your mind? What are the questions that inform your faith?

Friday, January 13, 2012

Confirmation Class - talking about God.

A member of our church who is a 4th grade teacher (Jane McAllister) often uses a poem called "I am..." to help her children describe who they are to thier classmates at the beginning of the school year. She suggested that we might want to use this poem in confirmation class to help us describe God.

So we took her poem, revised it a bit and at the end of the class invited the confirmation students to journal on this poem. Here it is:

God is...
God wonders...
God hears...
God sees..
God wants...
God is...
God feels...
God touches...
God worries...
God cries out..
God is...
God understands...
God says...
God dreams...
God tries...
God hopes...
God is...

The point of this poem is for each of us to finish the sentences to help us describe who God is in our midst. By knowing our own images of God, we are able to claim our relationship in more intimate and deeper ways.

After that confirmation class, we invited parents and confirmation mentors to write thier own version of this poem and then share it with their confirmation students. Here's what Bill Avey, one of our confirmation mentors wrote.

God is...love
God wonders...why
God hears...us
God sees..how things are and how they should be
God wants...us to have joy
God is...love
God feels...us
God touches...everything
God worries...not
God cries out...to us
God is...love
God understands...all of us
God says...I am with you
God dreams...of peace
God tries...to help us grow
God hopes...for us
God is...love

So... who is God to you? What images come to mind, what hopes are revealed as you answer these questions. I invite your responses in the form of this poem or otherwise.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Amy's Sabbatical, Adventures in Tennessee

August 9, 2011
I arrived in Nashville, Tennessee yesterday to visit my father. He has been living in Tennessee since 1998' retiring here after being a career missionary in Tokyo, Japan. The last time I came to Tennessee was five years ago when my mother passed away. My father has come to visit me in Missoula every year since then, so I thought it was high time I came here to see him.
Today we went out for a drive in his sweet red convertible (a Pontiac Solstice) with the top down. My father lives in Crossville which is about an hour and a half drive east of Nashville. It is beautiful around here with rolling hills, winding roads and lots of lush vegetation.

As we were driving we passed a yellow road sign with these words: Slow Church Ahead.
(I took a picture of it, but I am unable to get my IPad to post it onto this page). We stopped and I took a picture of it because I thought it was an apt description of where the church is today. We have been slow. Slow in our ability to adapt to the changes in our culture, slow in our desire to risk and try new things, slow in our openness to accept the ways of worship that are appealing to the next generation.

One of the questions the leaders of the workshop I went to in Berekeley, California on renewing churches asked us these two questions:
1. What would our community look like without our church?
2. What would the world look like if our church was even more vibrant and healthy?

It is in answering these questions that the beginning or renewal happens. A church needs a clear vision of it's unique ministry and mission in the world.

I ws glad to hear this because at University Congregational, United Church of Christ in Missoula we have been working for three years to articulate a vision for the future. And that vision is cast for us under the theme of "Going Deeper....."
Going Deeper in Spiritual Formation
Going Deeper in Welcoming the Younger Generations
Going Deeper in Becoming a Greening Congregation
Going Deeper in Intentional Relatioships
Going Deeper in Transformative Mission

It is clear that in order for a church to be vibrant and healthy it must always strive to reach out beyond itself. If a church us only willing to serve its own members then it will die. So ponder this vision, give it some thought, think about what part of the vision you can connect your own sense of ministry to in the world.
Amen and Amen.

Monday, July 25, 2011

Amy's Sabbatical, adventures in Berkeley,California

Today was my first day of classes at the Pacific School of Religion. This is the seminary I graduated from 20 years ago. (gosh that makes me feel old.). I am taking a class put on by the Center for Progressive Renewal taught by Cameron Trimble and Mike Piazza. The class is called Renew, Skills for Leading and Renewing Churches.

Today the class began discussing what the teachers called,"The Situation." They began talking about the major shifts in our culture over the last decade. In December of 2010 Time magazine focused on the shifts occurring in the last decade. Here's a summary
2000 - marked the failure of our political system with the counting of hanging chads and the supreme court deciding our next president.

2001- with the horror of 9/11 marked the failure of our national security.

2002 - the beginning of the failure of our military system as the war on terror began.

2003 - marked the beginning of the shift in power when Napster and the advent of the Internet began challenging the powerful music industry.

2004 - China surpasses the United States in economic superiority.

2005 - marked our failure as a nation to manage natural disasters with the example of Hurricane Katrina

2008 - is the beginning of the failure of our economic system as the economy collapses.

This may all sound like doom and gloom, but I think our teachers were trying to show us that while we may feel like the church is in a time of terrible decline and that the church is failing, unreality life on every level is shifting and changing in huge ways.

We also discussed a book by Phyllis Tickle called "The Great Emergence." in this book Phyllis states that every 500 years Christianity has gone through some radical changes. He's a quotes
"every 500 years the Church feels compelled to hold a giant rummage sale. We are living in and through one of those rummage sales right now."

Which is to y that many. Of the old ways of doing church and being church, especially on an institutional level are in flux, and are changing.

But there is a new form of Christianity that is emerging. This is what some people call the emerging or emergent church. It's characteristics are:
It is radically Jesus oriented
It is communal
It is post denominational
It often is found in virtual reality
And it is getting rid of Christian exclusivism.


That was all in the first two hours.

Then last two hours of threat we talked about more practical things like church growth.

Here are some thoughts about church growth...
For your church to grow your number one asset is the visitor. Visitors are the VIPs of a church that wants to grow.

It is important as a church to have a clear identity as a church and to know who is likely to come to your church. We cannot be all things to all people. And that identity of your church should be clear to visitors when they come.

Once people come to church, here are some things that help people come back
Friendliness towards the visitor
Worship that is exciting and moving
Great music
Service opportunities
Good children and youth programming.(a teenager has absolute veto power in a families decision to come to a church.)
Hope for transformation


This evening I walked to downtown Berkeley and picked up some take out sushi. I spoke Japanese to the man in the store (and he understood me!). I brought the sushi up to the seminary campus and sat on the lawn as I overlooked the bay. It's been an amazing day full of challenging thoughts and expansive experiences. I am so appreciative to be here and have this opportunity.

Take care.
Amy

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Amy's Sabbatical, Adventures in the UK #6

Friday, June 17
Driving in close quarters
Returned to Chester on this day, again by High Speed Train.  Today was the day we picked up the rental car.  We made these arrangements over the internet before we came to the UK.  Huw has agreed to drive (Thank heavens!)  And it is a bit of an adventure getting back to Tim's house.  We have rented a Ford Focus, which is a pretty large car by UK standards.  Most of the cars here are on the compaq size, smallter than the Focus.  Driving a stick shift on the left side of the road, navigating all the round- abouts, is quite a feat. Plus the roads are quite narrow and everyone else is used to driving on these narrow roads, while we are not.  But Huw does really well.  Thank goodness too for the GPS unit (or the Sat. Nav. as the British say), because without it I am sure we would have spent a lot more lost without a clue about where to go.

The dinner party
In the evening we are invited by Tim and Ashlea to their friend's birthday party at a fancy restaurant right next to the Chester race track.    The men are in suits, the women are all in beautiful dresses with plunging neck lines and three inch stiletto heels.  I have brought a brown skirt and a button down shirt given to me by the staff before I left on sabbatical and I am wearing my "Keen" sandals - the only shoes I brought beside my sneakers.  I feel quite out of place among all these beautiful people.  But they are warm and accepting, kind and open hearted, engaging both Huw and I in great conversation.   We eat a three course dinner - which is just excellent.  After every course, the men who came to dinner are instructed by the host to sit in a differet place around the table.  It's an interesting way to keep the conversations lively and to help everyone to get to know each other. 

Lester, the 8 month old
black lab.
Evan got to stay home, watch movies and hang out with the dogs.  I think he enjoyed that better than a fancy dinner. 

Saturday, June 18  on to Abersoch, Wales. 
the beach at Abersoch
We make our first venture into Wales.  As we drive into the Welsh countryside, we notice that everything is written in Welsh and in English.  the Welsh Language seems very difficult - especially in its pronunciation.  Tim and Ashlea have a caravan (an RV) in the hills of Abersoch overlooking the Cardigan Bay. They park their caravan from May to October with several of their friends close by.   We stop in the town of Pwhelli ( I have no idea how to pronounce this!) for groceries. 
After we get settled in the caravan and met all the good friends, we walk down to the beach with the dogs and stop for a drink at the local pub. 


Dinner with friends, again a barbeque of ribs, burgers, lamb chops, and pork loins.  Outside it is windy and raining.  We are glad to be inside the caravan.

Amy's sabbatical, Adventures in the UK #5

June 16, 2011
Huw with the statue of Darwin
in the Natural History Museum
We have had pretty good weather so far. It's been cool with a few rain showers here and there. Today it is raining so it seemed like a good day for museums. We make our way on the underground to the science museum. The main entrance to the museum has been blocked due to side walk reconstruction. There is a lot of construction going on in London because they are getting ready for the Olympics in 2012. Our entry into the science museum takes us into the museum of technology. There are displays of old steam engines and old computers (boy were they huge when they were first invented!). There is also a section of the building dedicated to the history of medicine which I thought was fascinating. When the displays got a bit boring we moved over to the hands on section where you can build things with blocks, launch water rockets and enjoy the museum on a more interactive level.

Swans in Hyde Park.
Then on to the museum of natural history, which is just huge. Lots of displays about rocks and the formation of the earth. There was even an earthquake simulator! The mineral and gem stone exhibit was wonderful too, showing off all the colorful minerals found inside the earth. After most of the day inside these two museums, we were pretty museumed out. Plus I think we were all still pretty tired from jet lag and all the hustle and bussle of big city life. So we decided to stroll through Hyde park and just take it easy for a while. We walked to Buckinghan Palace and then down to Victoria station where we ate "bangers and mash" at a traditional English pub called the Kings Arms. Then back to the hotel almost overwhelmed with all the things we saw, tasted and experienced today.

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Amy's Sabbatical, Adventures in the United Kingdom # 4: Views from Above

June 15, 2011
Amy and Evan in front of the Cathedral
Today is the day for views from above. Today we got above the skyline to get the more expansive view of the city of London.  Our first stop was to St. Paul's Cathedral.  Located right in the heart of downtown, this Cathedral is getting ready to celebrate it's 300th anniversary.  While the Cathedral in Chester had a very rectangular feel to it, this Cathedral was more circular. 
Inside the Cathdral, as soon as you walk in the main entrance is an enormous baptismal font.  They place it at the front of the church to show that baptism marks the beginning of the journey in the Christian faith.  Walking futher into the nave, and then into the central part of the church, chairs are set in a semi circular pattern around the eucharistic table. 

All around the church are crypts.  Most of them are in the basement, crypts of famous people like Shakespeare.  But there are many within the main body of the church too.  It seemed to me that many of them were war memorials, memorliazing one general or another, or the men who fought in a particular battle.  I found the juxtaposition of these war memorials inside a church difficult to appreciate.  For me the church should be all about living in the ways of non-violence.  How does one do that when the glory of war is all around you?

The part of the Cathedral that we all enjoyed the most was the climb up to the top.  If you climb about 300 small circular steps you get up to the Whispering Gallery, a sort of balcony found beneath the dome of the church.  There you can stand from one side of the gallery and whisper and the person on the other side can hear you.  Amazing acoustics.

Making our way through the
tight spaces of the Cathedral
If you climb another 230 steps, this time steeper and in tighter spaces, you can reach the top of the cathedral and get the wondrous 360 degree view of London.  The steps seem almost maze like and are in very tight spaces, well worn from all the years of use.  You weren't supposed to take pictures inside the cathedral, but I could not resist taking this one.






The London Eye from across the river
The second view from above came from the London Eye, a huge ferris wheel that was built in celebration of the millenium.  While we were standing in line waiting to enter one of the pods that goes around the London Eye, I noticed that there were people from all over the world around me.  In front of us was a man who was a hasidic Jew, with his long black coat and his curly locks of hair hanging down the side of his face.  In front of them was a family that seemed to be speaking French.  There were women whom I assumed were of the Muslim faith because they had their heads covered with a scarf.  There were women in saris from India or of Indian descent, and we even saw a woman covered in a burka, covered from head to foot in black with only her eyes showing.  London is clearly an international city!

London Eye
The London Eye travels around very slowly on its axis.  It never stops.  People just get on and off as each pod slowly comes around to the entry/exit area.  It is located right by the banks of the Thames river, so you get a breath taking view of the river and all the activity on it.  Plus you can see Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament and all of the wonderful buildings that make London so unique.

After the London Eye, we found walked the city enjoying all the views of London.  Joyce Watson  gave Evan a pedometer for his birthday before we left Missoula.  We clocked in 31,000 steps on this day.  If the pedometer's calculations are right that was almost 13 miles! 

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Amy's Sabbatical, Adventures in the United Kingdom # 3

June 14, Tuesday
Evan and Huw in front of the high speed train.
On this day we took the high speed train from Chester to London's Euston station.  It was a comfortable ride and well used - every seat was taken.  Then from London's Euston station we took the underground to our hotel.  There were problems on one of the subway tracks that we were supposed to take, so we had to navigate our way around that and figure an alternative route.  I really enjoyed taking the underground and figuring out how to use it to get where we wanted to go.  It reminded me alot of my childhood growing up in Tokyo and taking the subway there.   Huw's cousin Sarah got us Oyster cards, (don't ask me why they call it that) to get on and off the underground.  You just flick the card into a scanner before getting on the subway.  Then as you get off the underground, you scan it again and it takes of the amount of money it cost to ride that far.  It was very cool.  The underground system feels like a massive maze that you have to work your way around with multiple escalators taking you deeper into the depths of the earth where the subways zipped through to take you where you needed to go. 


Evan and Amy standing by the figure
of the world's tallest man.  One thing is clear -
 Evan is getting taller than me! 
After checking in to our hotel we took the Thames Clipper into the center of London.  It is a large boat that goes up and down the Thames river with pier stations that you can get on and off.  Evan fell asleep on the boat.  So we decided that the first thing we did in London needed to be something that would keep Evan awake.  So we went to the Ripley's Believe it or Not Museum where you can see crazy things like portraits made out of gumballs, and manekins of the world's tallest man.  It was fun and weird and it engaged Evan.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Amy's Sabbatical, Adventures in the United Kingdom, # 2

Monday, June 13.
This was a day to just catch up on our jet lag, so we took it pretty easy.  We went into the city of Chester and walked around this wall that surrounds the entire city.  It is a walk of about 2 miles.  Sections of the wall  were built during the days of Roman rule in Chester and other parts were built in the medieval times. 


We also stopped to view the Chester Cathedral (of the Anglican Church). Built over thousands of years this cathedral is huge.  Tim, Huw, Evan and I just wandered around the cathedral.  At one point a priest came out and asked all the tourists in the church to pause for a brief period of prayer.  He offered a prayer for the people suffering in the world, for people travelling on holiday that they may be refreshed and renewed, and he asked us all to say the Lord's Prayer in what the language that we were most comfortable praying in.  It was wonderful to pray in this ancient cathedral.

Main entry way into Chester Cathedral
The church was established by Benedictine monks in 1092. And thrived until 1540 when the monastary disolved and  the building of the church ceased. In 1541 Henry VIII signed the Letters of Patent creating the Cathedral and construction resumed.   There is massive amounts of stone work that took thousands of years to build.  It boggles my mind to think of the history of a church that is so long.  Nor can I imagine what kind of work it must take to keep such a building going.  It is a thriving church with a worshipping community.  In the brochure it says it takes a million pounds to maintain every year.  Imagine that stewardship campaign!!!
  
Inside the Chester Cathedral
After touring the cathedral we stopped for some tea and cakes in the Refectory.  There is a full service cafe inside the church in the exact same spot where the 13th century monks used to eat their daily meals. 

Beeston Castle
Later in the day, we went back to Tim's house for lunch, picked up his dogs, a big black lab puppy named Lester and a mutt called Nancy, and took them for a walk up Beeston Castle.  There are old castles in almost every town in England in various states of ruin.  My son Evan says that this was one of the high lights of his trip.  I think he really enjoyed the company of the dogs.

Then dinner at Tim's house with his wife Ashlea - a chicken curry dish that she had cooking in the crockpot all day.  She put out some different chutneys and pickles, some hot and spicy, some sweet.  It was a diversity of flavors.  Wonderful!  Then we all watched the original version of the movie "The Italian Job," starring Michael Caine.  I must admit that I slept through much of the movie because I was tired.  Still suffering from a bit of jet lag. 

Amy's Sabbatical, Adventures in the United Kingdom

We arrived on Manchester, United Kingdom on June 12th at 10:20 am.  After flying all night from Newark, New Jersey, we were pretty bleary eyed.  Huw's cousin, Tim, was there to meet us at the airport.  Huw's father, Vernon Griffiths, and Tim's mother Joan Gordon,  are siblings.  Vernon came to the United States when he was about 20 to study at MIT in Boston.  There he met Huw's mother, they married, and after they both finished their degrees moved to Butte where Vernon taught at Montana Tech for a very long time.  He taught metallurgy.  So it is his relatives that we were visiting on this trip.

Huw's cousin Tim working the grill
After travelling from the airport we got settled at Tim's house, ate some lunch and spent time hanging out.  That evening all the family gathered at Joan and Gordon's house.  Joan is Huw's aunt.  We gathered for a barbeque, even thought it was raining pretty hard.  Joan and Gordon live in Waverton, which is outside the city of Chester.  We received a warm welcome.  Many of the relatives had taken this opportunity to travel into Chester to get together. Some travelled from Portsmouth, in southern England and others from southern Wales. We ate lots and lots of meat of all kinds - burgers, lamb chops and sausages. 

After dinner Huw's uncle Gordon, brought out his ukelele and a pair of spoons.  He taught me in the art of "spoon bashing," as he called it.  And we played a few songs together.  Before we left, he gave me a pair of spoons that he had used many times "bashing" because they are quite dented in the middle.  He made me promise that I would practice so that the next time we got together, we could play some more music.  He also advised me that it was probably not a good idea to "bash spoons" from the pulpit in church.  Gordon is quite the comic and seems to enjoy all the attention from his antics, but I got the distinct impression that his children and grandchildren had all been listening to his spoon bashing for many years and while they didn't seem to enjoy it, they did tolerate it.  The evening came to a close around 8:30 pm and we promptly went to bed - quite tired from all our travels.
Spoon bashing with Uncle Gordon

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Amy's Sabbatical, week 2

Day one on the big journey.  We started this morning with a shuttle to the airport at 9 am.  We flew from Missoula to Denver, Denver to  Newark and then from Newark to Manchester, United Kingdom.  Huw, my husband has family here.  Huw's cousin Tim was here at the airport to greet us.  It is a cold and wet June day in Manchester.  Later today we will have time for a gathering with all the relatives.
We didn't sleep much on the plane, but we are not too tired.  Looking forward to the big adventure.