Saturday, April 25, 2015

Raygan Baker's Ordination: A Charge to the Candidate

Raygan Baker Ordination Charge

April 26, 2015 


Dorothy Day reminds us that, “A custom once existed among the first generations of Christians, when faith was a bright fire that warmed more than those who kept it burning. In every house then a room was kept ready for any stranger who might ask for shelter; it was even called “the stranger’s room.” Not because these people thought they could trace something of someone they loved in the stranger who used it, not because the man or woman to whom they gave shelter reminded them of Christ, but because—plain and simple and stupendous fact—he or she was Christ.” 

Raygan, today is one of those days that will mark for you, for the rest of your life in ministry, the call to the fire warming hospitality that Dorothy Day described, but rather than reflecting upon an empty room that remains ready by firelight it will be marked by the open spaces in your heart that have been made ready, that have been set apart for the work to which you have been called, that have gracefully been there all along, widening your capacity to love, to embrace, to receive, and welcome the stranger-as he or she is Christ.

Christine Pohl writes in Making Room: Recovering Hospitality as a Christian Tradition that Jesus’ words in Matthew 25:35, “I was a stranger and you welcomed me,” do not refer to any particular physical location for hospitality. Instead, the verse challenges us to examine our practices of welcome to strangers in every setting. Jesus’ words are more closely associated with relationship than with location. A first step in making a place for hospitality may be to make room in our hearts. Whether or not we can always find room in our houses, welcome begins with dispositions characterized by love and generosity.

Raygan, you are not a foreigner on this shelter-seeking road, fighting yourself for a place at the table, for refuge, and welcome, for acceptance and equality. And as a stranger in a world that has all but abandoned her call “to let her hospitality and good works abound,” as Augustine proclaimed, you have chosen to remain faithful to Gods’ call upon your life, to enter into the most fragile of places where human life is at it’s most vulnerable and transformative states. The church has always and will continue to struggle to embody this call of welcoming the stranger, of embracing the other, of opening wide the doors of grace that have been opened for each of us. 

Raygan, yours is a heart like the strangers’ fire lit room, yours is a spirit made ready to guide the church into places where her fire can burn bright, where her doors can fling open with the truth of God’s love, and where her invitation can be made easily accessible to those outside who find themselves on the other side of faith’s legacy. 

And, yes, even with a spirit made ready, prepared for the journey, set apart for this Holy work there will be times when you feel like your own light is not bright enough, not bold enough, simply not enough to perform the tasks before you. In those moments, I urge you to look to your left, look to your right, look at your feet beneath you, and look up and all around you. This sacred call is not one of isolation, and is not to be placed upon your shoulders alone. Today, Raygan, my Brother, you are called as a teacher, a co-laborer, a sojourner, a fellow-traveler, a companion on the Way, a covenant partner… and with you on the journey, always, are the saints who have gone before you, those who surround you even now, on this day, in this very room, and those who await your arrival in Evansville, Indiana to walk alongside you as fellow travelers in the next chapter of your life. 

Never let fear or intimidation crowd your spirit, never relent in your unfailing love and generosity for others, but instead embrace the kindness and compassion that is within you, and go forth as Christ with the power and authority to bind-up the brokenhearted, to set free the captives, to prepare the way of the Lord. 

This is the day that God has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it!  Amen. 


Sunday, April 5, 2015

Crucifixion...a new hope for the Resurrected

Feeling so blessed- I am married to the love of my life, and am Mommy to the sweetest boy in the whole world!

As a Pastor holy week brings a plethora of emotions to the table, but what a privilege to take it all in.
I am all too aware of the pain and suffering, the death and loss that accompany the lives of so many on this Easter Sunday, and know that resurrection means as many different things to people as does crucifixion. I myself, am limited in my understanding of resurrection as my life has been void of the many crucifixions that I witness on a daily basis, the kind that break, destroy, burn, kill and maim, disfigure, retaliate and isolate, the kinds that leave for dead not only bodies in the streets, but babies and mamas in roofless homes, children and adolescent boys abandoned to man-sized violence, black and brown youth with oversized dreams in an undersized white world, families dissected by disease, infidelity, mental illness, trauma, the everyday working public hostage to yesterday's bad policies and tomorrow's corrupt legislature. Brokenness, abandonment, murder, brutality, torture, suffering, lying, cheating, stealing, death...

Crucifixion.

And then there's Resurrection.
The kind that reunites drafted soldiers with grown baby girls, parent to child after war-torn annihilation, refugee families separated by decades of violence. Resurrection- like when the ice cream truck's jingle of sweet summer's stickiness wheels into the cul-de-sac and barefoot children run screaming for ice cold relief, like the time you leave the doctor's office and forever hanging on your tongue will be her last word: "remission", like the time you held your grandmother's hand while she took one last gaze across the decades of lines on your face and peacefully breathed her last . Resurrection- not only from the bodily-induced breathless coma that stills the heart's beat, but the kind of feather-like soaring above the clouds spurn by those words "I forgive you", the kind that shifts the family-feuded paralysis of loveless grudges to full-blown family reunion-type kinship.

Resurrection is not only made possible through crucifixion it is received, perceived, absorbed, accepted and/or rejected because of what is and has been crucified...within and without us.  The closest ally to death's sting, to darkness that stops all things living, is the light that has been suffocated within its shadow. Only Resurrection reminds us of light's true value and, in betrayal of her dark friend of the night, it is resurrection that shines her blinding light into the darkness and with courage raises up, from the dust of our existence, that which had once been surrendered- life.
I pray that in my Eastertide tendency of seeking comfort and release, & rest and renewal, that I will lean more intensely into the trenches of crucifixion that exist behind each phone call, each unwanted visit and ignored face of an anonymous passerby, each painful memory that longs to remain "unacknowledged", each crevice and crater of heartbreak that threatens to claim a future joy. I pray that in my living I will not disavow the sacredness of the dying, the pathway of all birth from one life to the next.

Crucifixion...a new hope for the Resurrected.