Saturday, July 23, 2022

Another Reason Why I will Stay United Methodist

 



Another reason why I am staying with the United Methodist Church is that they respect my conscience as to my hermeneutical approach to Scripture.

I know for sure that the Bible was not written seventy years ago by Billy Graham in America in English.

It was written roughly 2000 (plus) years ago, in different languages, in very different cultures.

I seek the original “on the scroll” context and meaning at the time it was written rather than a prima facia “it means what it says and it says what it means” understanding.

Contemporary translations and cultural conditions can cause us to misread original context and intent.

For example, Jeremiah 8:8 (and this is a truly intriguing verse)…

“‘How can you say, “We are wise,
    for we have the law of the Lord,”
when actually the lying pen of the scribes
    has handled it falsely?

If I were to take a literal and prima facia understanding of those words, I would have to conclude that we cannot at all trust the Law as written in Exodus and Leviticus. The words in verse 8, without seeking a proper context, pretty explicitly tell us that the scribes have handled it falsely.

But, if we take into consideration the fuller context of Jeremiah and the idolatry described in that book, we may get to a workable view-point that the King or leadership at the time was pressuring the scribes to write the Law such that it would accommodate the King’s policies.

Another really fun one for the literal and prima facia reader…

Deuteronomy 23 12 Designate a place outside the camp where you can go to relieve yourself. 13 As part of your equipment have something to dig with, and when you relieve yourself, dig a hole and cover up your excrement. 14 For the Lord your God moves about in your camp to protect you and to deliver your enemies to you. Your camp must be holy, so that he will not see among you anything indecent and turn away from you.

If your restroom is in your home, aren’t you incompliant with the Law?

Well, as I said, I take into consideration the context, the times, and the purpose of the Scripture, and so I have a restroom at home. Two as a matter of fact.

So, my approach to preaching and teaching Scripture is to first, as best I can without having coffee and discussion with Moses or Apostle Paul, determine the likely original meaning and context. Then, with faithful intent, apply the lesson to contemporary situations.

When I was very young, I was in a denomination that dictated how the Bible was to be read, with no personal room for interpretation or Holy Spirit inspiration.

When I was a teenager and young adult I was in a denomination that insisted that the pastor was the ultimate authority of Scripture.

None of us have Moses or the Apostle Paul to ask clarifying or confirming questions.

But you know, the United Methodist Church also respects the hermeneutical approach of preachers who reach more toward a prima facia understanding of the Scripture. Those folk also may preach from their conscience.

Therefore, I appreciate the humble approach that the United Methodist Church takes toward faithful interpretation of Scripture.

Whenever I compose a sermon, I review it with the Articles of Religion in mind as a measure of quality control and doctrinal integrity.

And for the record, when I read or speak the Apostle’s Creed, I intend the words in their most literal meaning.

I have never met a United Methodist clergy person who believes those words in the figurative sense.

I will stay with the United Methodist Church where we have open hearts that change hearts, open minds that can reason with each other, and open doors that do not close on disputable matters (Romans 14:1).


Thursday, July 21, 2022

Why I Will Stay United Methodist

 



    One reason, among many, why I will be staying with the United Methodist Church is that, just as Jesus got out of the synagogue to do the practical work of divinity, the United Methodist Church stands up from the pew and gets out of the sanctuary to heal, feed, and clothe.

   This is in stark contrast to any church, local, or denominational, that would stay in the sanctuary seeking an inward focus such that it could proclaim “Look how holy we are!”

    The United Methodist Church, seeking to be faithful to the teachings and modeling of Christ, operates well connected agencies such as United Methodist Committee on Relief and Church and Society, to achieve on a community, national, and international level what local congregations cannot do by themselves.

Local congregations can do only so much. Most congregations are on incomes as fixed as those of retired folk. And yet most are very faithful with their tithe to Conference and District.

That is why it is helpful to be in a well-connected system such as the Indiana Conference of the United Methodist Church. The Conference “Diversity, Missions, and Justice” ministry can leverage whatever giving we submit so as to fulfill the teachings of Jesus to help the needy.

The local church cannot, on its own, fulfil the mission of “feeding five thousand.” But, through faithful tithing and contributions, the Conference can achieve the miracle.

For people who seek to do the will of Jesus beyond the pew, the United Methodist Church is the place to be.

If Jesus had stayed in the synagogue reading and speaking the Law regarding stoning adulterous people, he would never have been available to show compassion to the woman caught in adultery (John 8:1-11).

If Jesus had fortressed himself within the synagogue seeking to comply with synagogue official’s views on the Sabbath, he would not have broken with tradition to heal a man with a shriveled hand (Matt. 12:10).

If Jesus had sequestered his spirituality to the gentile-exclusive synagogue, he would never have healed a demoniac gentile in the region of the Gerasenes (Luke 8: 26-39).

Like Jesus, the United Methodist Church gets out of the sanctuary and meets people where they are!

The United Methodist Church…transforming the world.

And so yes, I will continue to participate!


Tuesday, June 28, 2022

Celebrate the Declaration of Independence

 

 

A gift from my wife, Sherry

   There are listed in the Declaration of Independence twenty-seven grievances against the King of England which served as justification for the colonists to separate from England. These twenty-seven, profoundly serious, conditions were offered to “a candid world” so that the world may know that the colonists were not merely “political hotheads” in revolt against proper authority. These collective grievances proved that the ruling authority had lost its moral integrity and thus the people were right in freeing themselves of mistreatment.

The United States Constitution is to be measured by how well it serves to remedy the grievances listed in the Declaration.

One such grievance stated in the Declaration which the Constitution gives remedy follows:

He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing Armies without the Consent of our legislatures.

A diligent reading of history will reveal that during colonial times the King of England would allow the military to move soldiers into personal homes, with or without the consent of the homeowner. That is not just an inconvenience imposed by government, it was a serious intrusion upon a person’s property and privacy.

Thus, in composition of the Constitution, we have Amendment 3 which protects against such intrusion…

No Soldier shall, in time of peace be quartered in any house, without the consent of the Owner, nor in time of war, but in a manner to be prescribed by law.

We often celebrate the first and second amendments which provide us with rights of free speech and possession of arms. But also, we see here in the 3rd amendment a right that we so often take for granted.

The other amendments also serve to provide a relationship between government and the people such that liberty may be preserved while avoiding anarchy or oppression.

As we celebrate the Fourth of July this weekend, let us be aware of the direct connection between the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution of the United States.


Monday, June 27, 2022

An Appeal to Christians Who Pray

 

Today the U.S. Supreme Court found in favor of petitioner Joseph Kennedy regarding his right to pray. The Bremerton School district had terminated him for having publicly prayed at midfield after a game. Congratulations to Mr. Kennedy.

But also, I put forth this appeal to Christians, especially Christians who are in a position of prominence, such as politicians, actors, ball players: resist the temptation to make a public spectacle of prayer and personal piety.

I remind you of our Lord’s words in Matthew 6: And when thou prayest, thou shalt not be as the hypocrites are: for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and in the corners of the streets, that they may be seen of men. Verily I say unto you, They have their reward.

But thou, when thou prayest, enter into thy closet, and when thou hast shut thy door, pray to thy Father which is in secret; and thy Father which seeth in secret shall reward thee openly.

 

In the same chapter Jesus speaks of the personal practice of fasting…we should not make our piety a show of “look how good I am.” We should be humble in our practices.

It is acceptable for a public figure, or anyone, to be incidentally photographed in a candid moment of prayer. People pray before consuming dinner. They pray before surgery or making decisions. But when I see notable people, all facing the camera, in a posture of prayer, and even holding objects of religious veneration, then I know that the moment was planned, choreographed, and posed. It lacks genuine piety or humility and seems only as a self-serving opportunity to make some political or cultural point or comment.

There are no political solutions to spiritual matters.

Jesus taught us in Matthew 4: 8-10 that gaining control over earthly kingdoms is not the means by which one worships and serves God.

The Supreme Court of the United States, is an earthly kingdom. That this body of interpreters of the Constitution, not the Bible, has decided that a person has the political right to pray on the fifty yard line of a high football field before a general public, does not mean Christians should abandon the teachings of Christ to instead make a public display of just how much right we have to show how pious we are.

Let the Supreme Court decide what are and are not our citizen rights.

Let Jesus instruct us as to how we may best live out those rights in authentic Christian manner.

Those that care enough to know what the case was all about and how the justices decided, the opinion of the Court can be found here:

https://www.supremecourt.gov/opinions/21pdf/21-418_i425.pdf

Saturday, May 21, 2022

Marie Osmond with nephew David at Blue Gate Theater

 

Marie Osmond stage shot (all photos mine)


Most folk know that the kind of concert I attend is constructed of reverb-base driven, guitar-fugue infused, sweaty, over-the-top Mick Jagger-like front men running from one end of the stage to the next in fear that he might "miss a beam of theater light” characteristics.

And so, you can understand my self-befuddlement a couple of weeks ago when I called Sherry and said…

“Hey, wanna go to the Marie Osmond concert at the Blue Gate Theater in Shipshewana?”

After a brief chuckle she replied “Why not. It will be like revisiting our childhood.”

It was indeed a fun concert as Marie sang “Paper Roses”, songs from her latest album “Unexpected”, show tunes, and more.

Her concluding song before the obligatory encore-send off was a very powerful performance of “How Great Thou Art”. So very rich in vocal quality and stirring of the emotion that I almost anticipated Elvis, unable to resist the urge, momentarily manifesting from the beyond to sing duet with Marie.

Marie performing a show tune


Alas…no Elvis. It would have been no use. No one could upstage Marie last night!

I amend my words…

Not that David Osmond upstaged his aunt Marie, or “Aunty M”, as he referred to her, but I was greatly impressed with his vocal talent, stage presence, and audience-engagement.

Photo of projected image Marie and David duet


David tours with Marie and sings duets with her, and also performs some solo numbers of his own.

Now forty-two, at age twenty-six David experienced multiple sclerosis and was confined to a wheelchair. Having overcome that disability, yet with much pain in his legs, he too moves about the stage in dance evocative of the memory of an Osmond Brothers performance.

He just looks, sings, and choreographically moves, like an Osmond.

It was like being in 1970!

Anyway, he won my admiration!

And also, he referred to us as his cousins!

Never heard Mick or Ozzy do that!

Sherry and I had much fun.

For sure, it was a memorable concert.

I even bought the “Unexpected” CD.

It will rotate along with my CDs of Jimmy Hendrix, Beatles, Stones, and Herbie Mann.

Thank you, Marie and David for a great experience!

And the rest of David's cousins





Tuesday, May 17, 2022

Vittorino’s Cucina, Brook, and the Ephemeral ukulele

 



 A report post vacation in Tennessee. Location: Vittorino’s Cucina 111 North Main street suite B, Sweetwater, TN 37874

  While reviewing my text messages, I ran across this photo which Sherry took whilst I was busy drawing a Ukulele on a napkin for waitress Brook.

You see, I almost always ask the wait- staff what hobbies they may enjoy when not working. Waitresses at the previous two restaurants replied that they were ukulele enthusiasts.

And so, engaging Brook, I said “I suppose you play the ukulele when not working?”

Brook, with one eyebrow raised and the other eye squinted ever so slightly, nonetheless smiling, said “Huh”? as if my question was so irrelevant as to follow up out of sheer curiosity.

I then explained about the previous two.

Chuckling, she said “No, I am studying to become a Real Estate Broker.”

I agreed that such an undertaking might prove a bit more profitable.

But, feeling sad that she had no ukulele at all, I proceeded to draw one for her on a napkin that she may find after our departure.

I suppose that many sensible readers, perhaps most, would think it a bit of a stretch that she valued my drawing of that ukulele sufficiently to have it framed and mounted in a prominent place at her home.

But, I’m gonna assume that I made such a favorable impression that in fact that napkin rests ever so proudly in the pages of her Real Estate study materials as a means of encouragement.

Well, at least, that is truly what I would do if I received such an ephemeral gesture of humour!

Oh yes, the food was great and I recommend the place!

Tell ‘em Mike sent you!


Wednesday, May 11, 2022

Sister Vickie and Decoration Day

 

My sister and I, when we could share a chair


As Memorial Day approaches each year, I remember an incident that faithfully describes the relationship I had with my sister.

I was very young, maybe four or five. Our family was at Bakers-Forge cemetery in Lafollette Tennessee. We were observing Decoration Day, as we called it in the south.

I found these small colorful strips of cloth attached to sticks poking from the ground to be very attractive and so I began collecting them. Many of them had red and white stripes with a corner of white stars on a blue background. Many of these colorful pieces of cloth had red backgrounds with  crisscross stripes of blue on which white stars rested.

Yes, age five, Decoration Day, I, thinking it was appropriate, was taking flags from the graves of deceased heroes, loved ones, and remembered ones.

As I continued my quest of gathering these flags, by this time an armful of them, I heard my sister, Vickie, yell words at me. Much like the Doppler effect of an approaching train, her voice seemed louder with each uttered syllable... “ Mikie, what are you doin’!”

It was not a question.

It was an accusation…a proclamation of some cultural incorrectness in which I was engaged.

Given the intensity of her yell, I knew that some form of sisterly violence was impending.

And she did not betray her predictability!

As I turned to face her, she tackled me as I were carrying the football and needed to be felled before crossing the goal!

The flags, those pretty colorful pieces of cloth, bounced from my arms and landed helter-skelter on freshly cut grass and I too landed with them also helter- skelter in my disorientation and subsequent response to her!

Once I had had my say with her, she then calmly explained to me the reason for her attack upon me. It was to save me from further cultural incorrectness, or insult to the deceased.

Vickie was one year and five months older than I was.

It was she that taught me to read, to understand things in life. Vickie was larger than life to me. She protected me.

Bakers-Forge Lafollette Tennessee


And when she died on August 20th, 1962…four days after my birthday, I felt an unfillable hole in my heart.

It was then, in the absence of my sister, that I committed myself to this…when school started in just a couple of weeks, all the girls in school would be my sisters!

I have held that sentiment since that year. In school, at work, in church, at a concert, wherever I am, all the women present are my sisters.

They fetch my respect as if they were Vickie!

As Memorial Day approaches, I shall not be stealing flags.

I will take a walk through the rows of gravestones, flags pushed into the grassy ground, and recall the incident in which I learned about respect for the dead, from Vickie.

Still, I look forward to Heaven in which I will get even, ferociously!


Tuesday, April 19, 2022

Visit Donna's Old Town Cafe in Madisonville Tennessee

 

Down town Madisonville Tennessee

One of the best attributes of Madisonville Tennessee for a tourist to visit is Donna’s Old Town Café.

   Of course the food is great and tasty, but what I want to point out is their quality of “southern hospitality". It is as convincing as the smile on the face of a realtor at closing.

Our waitress, Grace, is evidence of their hospitality as my story reveals…

Upon arrival at our table I asked her what is her name. “Grace” she replied.

Quite unimaginatively I offered…”Amazing Grace?” Then quickly added “I’m sure you get that often.”

With nod and smile she shared her story…

“When I was in fourth grade there was this boy, Josh, who had a crush on me. On Valentine’s day he brought to school a bunch of flowers for me and sang “Amazing Grace”!

She seemed tickled and pleased to relate the story.

The restaurant gives one the idea that all of their food, staff, and clientele are the stuff that “southern hospitality” describes. While other establishments may aspire to this quality, Donna’s Old Town Café has already arrived!

Oh yes…please note the “yall” sentiment on the back of the receipt.



How delightfully charming!!

You can find out more about Donna's here:

https://oldtowncafe.com/

and tell them Mike sent you!!!


Wednesday, April 13, 2022

Discovery of Salvation

 



 

 


Please know that I do not get into a discussion such as this from the pulpit because it gets too deep into theological and doctrinal weeds.

And more importantly, I do not reach toward a Calvinistic approach to the idea of belief. Rather, I propose a whole different theological animal altogether.

The basic prompter for this discussion is the verse John 3:16…

 For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. (NIV).

Please note that is does not say “whoever chooses to believe. My position is that we, as humans, do not reach out beyond ourselves and willfully grasp salvation as if we, by doing so, can, in effect, save ourselves. Rather, we arrive at belief as a result of an “Aha” moment of discovery that we already are under the condition of salvation.

Perhaps referencing John Wesley’s Aldersgate experience may be helpful.

In the evening I went very unwillingly to a society in Aldersgate Street, where one was reading [Martin] Luther's preface to the Epistle to the Romans. About a quarter before nine, while he was describing the change which God works in the heart through faith in Christ, I felt my heart strangely warmed. I felt I did trust in Christ, Christ alone, for salvation; and an assurance was given me that He had taken away my sins, even mine, and saved me from the law of sin and death. (From the journal of John Wesley May 24, 1738)

Nowhere do we get the idea that John was willfully reaching toward this assurance. It was, for John, a discovery of a condition pre-existing, enabled by the Holy Spirit or preaching, or other prevenient graces.

I think much the same regarding John 3:16.

Also, I think this may impact how we witness or evangelize.

The approach to get people to “choose to believe” too often results in folk having an inaccurate understanding of faith such that when things go badly in their lives, they “choose” not to believe any longer.

However, by the witness of those of us who are mature and long in the faith, by the enabling of the Holy Spirit, folk will experience a discovery of salvation thereby having their hearts “strangely warmed”. This assurance, beyond their capability to seize, will be much more convincing to them precisely because it was initiated by Christ, rather than themselves.

Before the discovery we live a life “condemned already” to experiencing a lack of assurance and salvation.

 After discovery of salvation, we then will indeed have a choice to make…

Our choice is whether or not to follow Jesus, to have Jesus as Lord, to attend to his teachings, to forgive others, to love those that hate us.

Yes, following Jesus, and being faithful to his teachings, is a choice to make.

I propose that people make that choice only as a matter of irresistible gratitude and conviction of conscience, having discovered that Christ first loved and saved us.

I close with this affirmation from Revelation 5…

13 Then I heard every creature in heaven and on earth and under the earth and on the sea, and all that is in them, saying:

“To him who sits on the throne and to the Lamb
    be praise and honor and glory and power,
for ever and ever!”


Monday, March 28, 2022

An Appeal to my generation of White Folk to Conquer Racism

 

The history textbook I learned from in 8th grade 1969 Concord Junior High


Relax, I’m not going to tell you that you’re bad. Nor am I going to expect you to be ashamed of your race. And I am not going to discredit America. In fact, I am going to appeal to your sense of American Exceptionalism as a motivator to conquer racism.

   Being a white 66-year-old, I speak to white people of my age group. I make my appeal to those of my own condition and race. I do not presume to speak on behalf of nor to black, brown, or other minorities as I have never lived in that skin and can only in an abstract way grasp their conditions and experiences.

But I can confidently speak of white conditions and history.

I have as a hobby the reading of Presidential inauguration speeches. I recently ran across the following paragraph from the Inaugural Address of William Howard Taft given March 4, 1909.

Please consider these words from one elected to lead this nation over one hundred years ago…

The negroes are now Americans. Their ancestors came here years ago against their will, and this is their only country and their only flag. They have shown themselves anxious to live for it and to die for it. Encountering the race feeling against them, subjected at times to cruel injustice growing out of it, they may well have our profound sympathy and aid in the struggle they are making. We are charged with the sacred duty of making their path as smooth and easy as we can. Any recognition of their distinguished men, any appointment to office from among their number, is properly taken as an encouragement and an appreciation of their progress, and this just policy should be pursued when suitable occasion offers.

Over one hundred years ago the unjust conditions of black people were acknowledged as something our nation should correct.

Taft spoke these words forty-four years after the 13th Amendment which abolished slavery. Racism was still a problem. Fifty-five years after Taft spoke there was segregation in sports stadiums…still a problem.

I bring this to your attention because, for some inexplicable reason, many of us seem to suffer some forgetfulness of our own learned history and believe that the problem of racism was fabricated over the last 15 to 20 years so as to promote some political agenda.

I must point out…

We ourselves are witnesses to the history that we ourselves learned fifty or more years ago. We read, in our own history books, in our own predominantly white classrooms, from mostly white teachers, about the slave trade between England, Africa, and the colonies. We read about the Fugitive slave act of 1850 which legally compelled citizens to assist in the capture of runaway slaves. Our white teachers taught us about the lynchings, the segregated busses and drinking fountains. It was newsworthy in 1964 when the Beatles declared that they would not perform at Jacksonville’s Gator Bowl Stadium if it was segregated. These circumstances and conditions are not made up, they actually happened, and we know they happened. White teachers, in white classrooms, with textbooks written by white historians told us about them… decades ago.

I appeal to your capacity of reason…

The black folk that live among us today are mostly descendants of slaves, of those segregated on busses, and in stadiums, and schools.

Again, I’m not expecting us to be ashamed of our race or feel guilty of personal or intentional racism.

    Many white folk I know personally are respectful, helpful, and befriending of black folk and others of color.

But also, we white folk today are not so detached of association with our nation’s current and past history that we can claim to have no moral duty whatsoever to address and correct this intolerable smudge on our history. Racism is unconscionably incompatible with American Exceptionalism.

President Taft, in his address claims that America is now the only country of these black people. Yes, I know that since that speech, and maybe even before, there has been a movement of black people to reclaim their African heritage. That does not make them any less American than white folk having pride in their Irish, Scottish, or Danish heritage. American identity is sufficiently, and confidently hospitable of all of our various national ancestries.

President Taft asserts that We are charged with the sacred duty of making their path as smooth and easy as we can.

I know, immediately some of you may say “nothing was ever smooth and easy for me”. I assert that comparatively speaking, we white folk have indeed experienced ease of social movement. When we walk into a store, go to a job interview, or show up at just about any social function, we feel confident that we fit in and fully belong there. We do not receive raised eyebrows, double glances, or any other gesture of surprise or awkwardness. We know our presence is welcomed without having to offer justification for our presence.

I recently had a conversation with a black fellow of my generation regarding such issues. He stated that, even to this day, when he enters a room or building he first looks for the exits in case he may need one in haste. When I enter a building I look for the restrooms. I am preparing for my comfort while he is preparing for his safety.

Then Taft becomes yet more proactive…

Any recognition of their distinguished men, any appointment to office from among their number, is properly taken as an encouragement and an appreciation of their progress, and this just policy should be pursued when suitable occasion offers.

Over one hundred years ago a newly sworn in President petitioned for the intentional inclusion of the minority into government and society as a means of correcting this intolerable smudge on American Exceptionalism. This is not some recent strategy of political agenda designed to diminish the conditions or status of white folk.

It is not my goal to point the finger of accusation so as to find personal fault with anyone. Rather, it is my hope to invite you to be part of the solution.

In the social circles I move are mostly white folk who will eagerly be helpful, hospitable, and friendly to people of color. Yet still there seems to be a lack of understanding regarding the comparative ease of social movement we experience in contrast to the struggles of people of color.

My goal is to encourage houses of faith, service clubs, individuals to invite people of color to visit and describe their personal conditions or perhaps the stories of their parents or grandparents. Mine is an appeal to better inform my generation of white folk about the disadvantages that people of color experience in our society. Mine is an appeal to engage the compassion of white folk to address these conditions in whatever personal or organizational way we can.

I do not advocate for the passage of laws, nor do I discourage laws necessary and effective toward resolving this issue.

The condition of racism lurks deeply within this culture. To rid ourselves of it we must be intentional.

I offer a story from my youth describing just how deeply we hold on to our “white preference” …

My late grandmother, a very devout Christian and person of charity toward anyone, having once worked in the State of Mississippi, described black folk in this manner… “The colored folk in Mississippi are good folk. They step off the sidewalk to let white people walk by.”

My grandmother had been so very socially immersed in “white preference” such that she believed that people of color displayed good character by, of their own volition, subordinating themselves to white people.

My grandmother never caught the irony or dissonance in her statement.

Grasping how deeply and firmly this condition of “white preference” can be, I ask the white folk of my generation to relax the defensiveness, the pride, the fear of irrelevance, or whatever may be an obstacle toward fixing this problem.

I ask that we extend our hand of brotherhood to the various minorities among us and pull them toward us. It is an appeal to fix this problem personally, intentionally, and finally.

We, as Americans, have proven that we can reach the moon. Our free-market capitalism continues great and relentless growth of GDP regardless of wars, calamities, administrations, or whatever challenges have presented themselves.

I am convinced that we are smart enough to correct this problem. I believe our personal and national character to be compassionate enough to be moved to rid ourselves of this evil. And, by golly, we’re American enough to conquer this problem.

We are all that and more.

Now let’s determinedly be yet more and intentionally make racism a thing of the past in fact.

Friday, December 31, 2021

Peggy, from the Pulpit: A Personal Reflection

 

Peggy Sue Barhydt
February 3, 1958- December 28, 2021

February 03, 1958 - December 28, 2021



“Cloudy Days are the Best.” That was the title of an essay which Peggy wrote when she was in eight- grade. She had been the liturgist on that first Sunday I preached at Mishawaka Willow Creek United Methodist Church. During my sermon I mentioned how I prefer overcast skies with a bit of drizzle rather than those blindingly sunny days which most other people seem to enjoy. After the service, Peggy hastened to get my attention that she may report her eighth- grade essay to me. She told me that she too enjoyed overcast and rain. She seemed happy to discover somebody else that shared her extra-ordinary appreciation of such conditions.

I enjoyed meeting someone who understood my atmospheric preferences.

And also, it was one Sunday morning, just before, and as we approached the front of the sanctuary that I asked Peggy, as I do to get to know people, what her favorite band or type of music was. For a moment she hesitated as if thinking “What do I report to the pastor?” And then, deciding to be straightforward, she said “Black Sabbath”. I then reported to Peggy that my son and I have attended concerts of Black Sabbath, Metalica, and other heavy metal groups. We later had full discussions about when and where we had attended such concerts.

 It was fun to make yet another connection with her. Imagine, not only did we share the anomalous appreciation of overcast and drizzle, but the fact that we churchy types enjoyed such “worldly” music as Black Sabbath seemed to be a real hoot as we were on our way to the pulpit!

Peggy was always a faithful liturgist. It was obvious that she had read and practiced the Scriptural reading for the day and was prepared to speak those divine words with precision and inspiring sincerity. Her presence in the pulpit was much more than a mere “it’s my turn to read” attitude. Peggy brought forth a moment of actual sacred significance from words on paper such that those words filled the ears and hearts of those in the pews with comfort and encouragement.

   To emphasize Peggy’s devotion and dependability serving as liturgist, she often reported that she had just arrived from fishing that she may be on time and fulfill her task. Imagine…breaking yourself away from a hobby you love that you may serve God and church. Bless you, Peggy!

    As much as I love sermon preparation and delivery, I assert that it is the straightforward reading of God’s word from the lips of laity that reach the hearts of the people most directly. Peggy delivered the word of God faithfully! And by doing so she brought people closer to God.

If God does indeed hand out crowns and jewels, I am sure Peggy is very well adorned today!

All we at Mishawaka Willow Creek will miss her.

And also, I must say, Shirley did a wonderful job raising a self-confident, intelligent, faithful, and inspiring daughter!


Thursday, November 18, 2021

Rolling Stones Ford Field November 15, 2021

 


 

Rolling Stones Ford Field November 15, 2021

    My son, Eric, and I attended the Rolling Stones concert at Ford Field in Detroit on Monday, November 15, 2021.

Pastor Mike and son Eric


The tall projection screens, pre-concert, showed images of deceased drummer Charlie Watts and the crowd of 65000 chanted “Charlie, Charlie, Charlie, Charlie!”. This United Methodist Pastor and the Presbyterian Elder, Rita, beside whom I was sitting and had never before met, considered it somewhat of an “All Saints” moment for the band and fans!

    One would think that Mick, being 78 years of age, and the others of comparable condition, would have been lacking in their performances. I assert that they lacked nothing! Mick’s energy, vocal integrity, and overall presence was superb. The musicianship of the others was precise and skillful.

    I acknowledge Elvis Presley as the King of Rock and Roll. But I must claim Mick, with his captivating performance and sense of personally engaging presence, to be the personification of the spirit of rock and roll in all of its dimensions.

   The set was comprised of many of the great hits that have stirred us to dance on the concert floor, accelerate the automobile on the interstate, and sing along in the shower over the past six decades!

performance of "Sympathy for the Devil"


    While all of the songs were great, I must pay particular homage to “Sympathy for the Devil”. Yes, I know others have covered that song. But, only Mick can make it plausible.

    He stands tall in a long black and reflective jacket as he, with incomparable hubris step by deliberate step, approaches the microphone where, upon a burst of grandiose and unrestrainable personality, begins to vocalize “Allow me to introduce myself…” One feels as though they’ve been invited to one truly badass moment.

    The song lyric is theologically accurate to the sensibilities of this pastor, and also to the elder beside whom I sat. The Devil takes credit for the mischief he has caused over the centuries and offers the warning that he should not be casually dismissed, or he will “lay your soul to waste”!

    The aromas of alcohol and a recently legalized substance in Michigan mixed together to leave no doubt whatsoever that one was at a Rolling Stones concert and furthermore, one could almost feel that one had stepped through the time portal into 1968…except for the many who attended in wheelchairs, walkers, and canes.

Ah, but it was fun!

Thank you, Mick, and all for having gathered together this ephemeral congregation of the faithful for two hours plus of the greatest rock on the planet!

"Gimme Shelter" Mick with Sasha Allen