Pastoral Ponderings—Intercropping

Pastoral Ponderings—Intercropping

FINALLY we’re able to start getting our garden in!  While it’s not as big a concern for hobby gardeners like us, this spring’s being so wet has put a damper on a lot of farming and gardening this year!  Not a laughing matter for those whose livelihoods are threatened by it, and certainly annoying for the rest of us.

We were able to get the garden tilled a few days ago right before the busy-ness of the holiday weekend, but it’s still been quite soggy—with more rain expected this week!  We’ve been experimenting in recent years with various facets of regenerative agriculture and intercropping—most specifically right now the practices from intercropping that intentionally builds on strengths different plants bring to the garden.

You may be able to see in the picture along the edge the baby onion stalks we’ve just planted—those are supposed to help prevent annoying pests from getting in the garden.  We’ve not put the basil in around the tomatoes yet, but that’s another facet where one plant literally feeds off another, and putting lettuces around tomatoes and beans is the same, with the cooler needs of the lettuces (behind the pea and bean trellis fence) to be protected by the shade of the beans and peas as they grow into the hotter part of the summer (that’s a statement of faith…).

And while the cardboard is NOT very attractive, and not really a part of intercropping, it is an organic way to fight weeds that would otherwise take nutrients and sunlight from the good veggies.  Such protection isn’t pretty—but very important to a healthy garden!

Jesus likely would have mentioned these kinds of benefits of intentional gardening in His parables, but cardboard hadn’t been invented yet, nor had the language of intercropping, so those hearing Him would have thought Him off His rocker had these words come out in His parables!  But the mutual up-building of intercropping is at lease alluded to later in the New Testament, when “build one another up in Christian love” is cited as a part of our calling.  Likewise the protection from The Enemy of weeds that sucks the life out of the garden, and blocks out the blessings of the sun/Son that the cardboard provides, is also alluded to in many ways across the Bible.

So whether you’re growing your own veggies, or being blessed by other farmers’ efforts, think on these things—and enjoy the blessings of the lessons of the garden while you enjoy the blessings of the fruit of the garden!  And as with other opportunities for eating—share it with others (like that intercropping…) that we may all keep on blessing one another!                      — Pastor Jim

Pastoral Ponderings–Ordinary Heroism

Pastoral Ponderings–Ordinary Heroism

Memorial Day is a day remembering those who gave their lives in service to their country—many whose stories reflect ordinary acts of caring, that in extraordinary times, became acts of great heroism.

Most often we think of those whose acts in battle turn blood into the fuel of heroics.  But as a retired Army Chaplain, I’d like to share a perhaps lesser known story of extraordinary grace that both saved lives on a sinking troop transport ship in WW II, and which has become a beacon of what it means to give your all.

Drawing from articles pertaining to the Four Chaplains, on the US Army Four Chaplains Memorial by Paul Stamps, as well as articles by C. Douglas Sterner and Dan Kurzman, I’d like to share this powerful scene, which demonstrate so well the power of those memorable words, “Greater love has no one than this, that they lay down their lives for their friends”:

 

The night of February 3, 1943, began like any other on the SS Dorchester, a U.S. Army transport ship carrying over 900 men across the cold, treacherous waters of the North Atlantic.  But that night, disaster struck with a ferocity that would test the limits of human endurance.

At 12:55 AM, a German U-boat (U 233) fired a torpedo into the Dorchester, tearing a gaping hole in the ship’s hull. The ship lurched, throwing everyone on board into chaos. Panic spread like wildfire. Flames and smoke filled the air, and the ship, already sinking fast, seemed to groan under the weight of its destruction.

In the midst of the chaos, when escape seemed impossible and death hung like a shadow over the ship, four men remained calm. They were (young Army) chaplains, each wearing a uniform that marked them as spiritual guides to the troops. Yet that night, Lieutenant George L. Fox, Lieutenant Alexander D. Goode, Lieutenant Clark V. Poling, and Lieutenant John P. Washington would become something far greater. These four men of different faiths, bound by their shared mission to serve others, would become symbols of grace, courage, and self-sacrifice in the face of death.

As the ship began to sink, the chaplains didn’t panic. Instead, they did what they had been trained to do: serve. They moved through the smoke-filled decks, offering comfort, administering prayers, and guiding the men toward safety. Their voices—steady, calming, and full of hope—became an anchor for the frightened Soldiers around them.

(As the Soldiers were coming on deck, they found that) there were not enough life jackets to go around.  (The chaplains, though,) made an extraordinary decision. Without hesitation, each chaplain gave up his own life jacket and gave it to a Soldier in need.

Witnesses later recalled seeing the Four Chaplains standing arm in arm on the deck as the ship went down. They were not merely waiting for death. Instead, amidst the chaos, the Four Chaplains prayed in unison. Each one offered his own prayer, but their voices blended in a powerful chorus of faith that transcended every barrier between them.

In that moment, it was the Four Chaplains’ shared humanity and their shared love for others that became their greatest strength. (With their combined prayers lifting) up the souls of the men who would soon face the unknown, and invoking God’s grace as the ship tilted further and the cold waters began to swallow them whole. The Four Chaplains’ courage, sacrifice, and deep faith transcended all boundaries—religious, national, and personal. In those last moments, the Dorchester became a sanctuary of selflessness, a symbol of the highest human virtues.

In a world where differences have all too often created conflict and separated brothers, the Four Chaplains found a special kind of unity, and in that unity they found strength. Despite the differences, they became “brothers” for they had one unseen characteristic in common that overshadowed everything else. They were brothers because all four shared the same father.

U-233 escaped after firing the fatal torpedo.  About a year later, it was sunk by British destroyers with the loss of most of its crew.  One survivor, Kurt Rosser, was interned in a Mississippi prisoner of war camp, In 2000, the Immortal Chaplains Foundation brought him and the U-233 first officer, Gerhard Buske, to Washington, DC.  There they attended memorial ceremonies, toured the Holocaust Museum, and visited with Theresa Goode Kaplan, widow of Chaplain Goode, who reluctantly accepted the visitors’ expressions of respect for her husband and regret for her suffering.  Four years later, Buske spoke at the foundation’s sixtieth anniversary ceremony, saying, “we ought to love when others hate…we can bring faith where doubt threatens; we can awaken hope where despair exists; we can light up a light where darkness reigns; we can bring joy where sorrow dominates.”  Those words, as well as any, represent the lessons of the Four Chaplains.

In the face of war, death, and adversity, the Four Chaplains showed the world what it means to live out one’s faith with profound love and sacrifice.

Their story, combined with the words of U-233’s First Officer 60 years later, show how heroic love can not only bring hope in the darkest of times, but can even build bridges that brings forgiveness and reconciliation, that can turn enemies into neighbors.

May the echoes of that night, and the memories we share this day, not only bring honor to the fallen, but hope to those facing today’s battles.  Amen, and amen.

Pastor Jim, aka Chaplain (Lt.Colonel, retired, USAR)

Pastoral Ponderings—Kittens!

Pastoral Ponderings—Kittens!

The barn cat had kittens yesterday!  It’s exciting to see the little furry things squirming around—even though we tried to avoid them!  We had planned to get the barn cat fixed right away—but it was weeks before she allowed us to get close enough to touch her, and by then it was too late, so now we’re excited to have four squirming little furballs to worry about!

Karol grew up with cats, but never kittens.  I grew up with cats and likely a dozen or more litters of kittens over the years, so am a bit more familiar with their furry cuteness.  But you should have seen the awe and wonder on Karol’s face when she first met their newborn fluff!

It is the wonder of God’s gift of new life that I see reflected on her face, well-seasoned with the birth of new hope, with a sprinkling of giggles and giddiness at the prospect of kitten silliness.  O that we could experience that joy more often!  But why not, when all around, most every day, we see signs of such hope and joy, if only we have eyes to see.

But why don’t we see it?  Why don’t we have eyes to see, or better yet, what does it take to be gifted with those eyes to see?  I see a great clue in one of my current favorite Bible verses, Philippians 4: 8,9—written while the author was in prison in ancient Rome, mind you—NOT a pleasant nor hopeful situation to be in—

“8 And now, dear brothers and sisters, one final thing. Fix your thoughts on what is true, and honorable, and right, and pure, and lovely, and admirable. Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise. 9 Keep putting into practice all you learned and received from me—everything you heard from me and saw me doing. Then the God of peace will be with you.”

You’ve probably noticed that you see what you look for, and you generally don’t see what you’re not looking for.  What are you looking for today?    — Pastor Jim

Pastoral Ponderings— A Mother’s Hopes

Pastoral Ponderings— A Mother’s Hopes

I always struggle as a preacher with Mothers Day, not because I don’t like it or anything like that, but it’s one of those days in which we can accidently open raw wounds when we’re trying to celebrate something wonderful. Turns out most families don’t look much like Hallmark movie families—they’re only FICTION! Who’d of ever thunk it?

Years ago when I was a jr. preacher on a larger church staff, working largely with the youth group, I stumbled into this reality through a wonderful, gentle woman, forgiving of a young preachers’ mistakes. She was one of the important adults helping to lead the youth group I worked with, not because she was a youth parent, but specifically because she wasn’t—at least not in the expected way.

Though they tried desperately, she and her husband were never able to have kids. Yet in her praying through this painful ordeal, she found both comfort and a vital purpose in realizing that in not having kids of her own, she could have a whole lot more time and energy to be the youth group mom who was always there and available–not just for two or three or an handful such as she might have of her own kids–but over the years, she had been able to be that kind of mom for hundreds!

The wounding can come from many other sources as well—the loss of a child, being the child of a mother who was far from the loving soul God called her to be, hearing of wonderful stories of OTHER situations, when your kid is in prison or worse, or may just never have the capacity to be the child of a mom’s dreams.

We should certainly celebrate the moms who have meant so much to us—whether from biology or other processes. But please celebrate with the prayerful understanding that the glowing pictures of motherhood are much more common in fiction than in peoples’ realities that are too often shaped by wounding and loss rather than joy.

And when your high calling of motherhood hits bumps or loss—pray that God will help you find ways IN your woundedness, to still be a blessing for others—perhaps even others going through similar crises. Keep being a blessing in whatever way you can!

Pastor Jim

Pastoral Ponderings- Houseplants

Pastoral Ponderings- Houseplants

Have you ever heard your houseplants fussing at you, or begging for more water or fertilizer?  I don’t recall ever hearing them, even when they’re dying of thirst (not that that happens TOO much…)—and I daresay that would be a memorable experience!

When we were in seminary, we had a lovely vining plant that we or I had had for several years—I think it was a philodendron.  It seemed happy and healthy enough, hanging in the bright, sunny bathroom window.  Then we left for the summer, and entrusted its care to a young neighbor.  When we came back and went to pick it up—its growth had exploded, growing more in those three months than it had in the past three years, in the same kind of bathroom window facing the same sunny direction.  It had grown so much, it was deeply entangled in the blinds in the girl’s bathroom.

Since we realized it obviously loved her more than us (though she said it was her heavy metal music tastes it responded so well to), and being so entangled, we just let her keep it!  Though it grew so much better for her, we never heard a peep from the plant all the time we had it, saying it needed more this, that, or the other thing (or heavy metal music, for that matter).

Have you ever noticed that our lives of faith are in some ways like our houseplants?  They bless us and others in their beauty, in their blossoms, often in their reproductive giving—anybody want any spider plant or aloe vera babies?  Yet they—like our lives of faith—never fuss or complain, and are not vocal at all when we neglect them, even when they’re desperate for water or feeding.  When we have eyes to see and pay attention, they show us signs of growth, as well as signs of need—and they usually respond joyfully to our care and attentions.

Have you been taking time to notice how you’re doing in your faith journey?  Have you been intentional in the care and feeding of your relationship with God, or might it be quietly showing signs of needing care, like my aloe, or even desperation, like my Christmas cactus?

Your house plants and your faith can only be a blessing to you, to others, when you are intentional in caring for it, regular in watering it, and when you keep it bathed in the light of the Son.  Keep on growing!                       –Pastor Jim

Pastoral Ponderings- InBEEtween

Pastoral Ponderings- InBEEtween

I think it would be very helpful if Easter had something to go with it along the lines of the 12 Days of Christmas.  For probably 25 years, the 12 Days of Christmas between Christmas and Jan. 6, Epiphany, has helped me and son Kristopher to more smoothly deal with the transition from the celebrations leading up to the holiday, and getting back into ordinary time.  I need something like that for Easter too!

The time after Easter is a powerful reminder that we’re living in an “inbetween” time—between Jesus’ initial victory over death and offer of resurrection transformation power two millennia ago, and Jesus’ final victory, somewhere, somewhen in the future.  And we’re all stuck somewhere in the middle, where the mundane realities, losses and struggles so often distract us from the Peace that Passes All Understanding.

Some churches spend a lot of time and energy focusing on what that inbetween time might means—with studies on “the last days” and such.  We United Methodists typically don’t, though—because even Jesus said “not even the Son of Man knows” any details or timelines.  And in a very real sense, what difference does it make?  Shouldn’t we “be ready” and live right anyway, no matter when or what may come?

Karol found some cute décor last year to go along with my bees (that, yes, along with countless other hives these days, have died out this past year…)—to include such a simple reminder, that no matter what, to “bee kind” is always the right answer!  So, in our “inBEEtween times,” that bee wisdom is a great reminder of what God calls us to BEE, no matter what we are inBEEtween, or how long it takes.

Finding the nectar that brings out life’s sweetness—Pastor Jim

Easter in Real Life

Pastoral Ponderings—Easter in Real Life

Darling Wife Karol’s mom could have died at any time, especially in recent years when she has been in skilled nursing care and in declining health, but it didn’t happen until just this past week, right before Easter.  With this timing, I can’t NOT think of it in terms of a real-life Easter inspiration.

She and Karol’s dad became Methodists ages ago BECAUSE of faith conflicts: she was raised Lutheran, he a Baptist, so that neither were able take Communion in the other’s church, and even Baptism meant something quite different in those traditions.  When he was in the Air Force, they asked their Chaplain for suggestions (Go military Chaplains!).  Being a good Methodist, the Chaplain pointed out that they could both take Communion together and bridge their Baptism differences in a Methodist church.  They agreed to become Methodists, thereby setting the stage both for Pastor Karol’s being such a blessing in ministry with us, and last week, for the peace with which Karol’s mom left this world for her heavenly home.

I am delayed in sending this note due to a crazy week with another of our long-time church pillars passing just before Easter.  Is this an exclamation point on the message that though death is real, it is not the end?

Easter shows us the many facets of how Jesus’ resurrection transforms us, and transforms the end of death into the beginning of life.  Because of the Resurrection, we knew that for Karol’s mom, Candy, and all who are lost in the faith, that we are just coming to the end of a paragraph, not the end of the story.  At the end of an earthly life in Christ, we can say with St. Paul, “to live is Christ, to die is gain,” so that in the gift of Easter, the end of this life is the beginning of a more full life in Christ in some other way.

In faith and hope—Pastor Jim

Pastoral Ponderings—Thatching

Pastoral Ponderings—Thatching

One of our big surprises on our recent trip to the UK was how many places we saw thatched roofing still in common use. Thatching is such a simple technology, and amazingly durable when properly cared for. Modern asphalt shingle roofs are typically guaranteed for 25-30 years, while a good thatched roof, even with much older technology, can be expected to last 25-50 years or more. Pretty impressive for being made almost entirely out of bundles of reeds!

Individual reeds will of course not last nearly as long. But bundled together and arranged as they are to make the water roll off, and to collect ample sunshine, they last an amazingly long time, even in quite wet environments. Likely the only reason Jesus didn’t have a parable of thatching is that his environment was dry enough that they typically used mud roofs instead.

So based on related Jesusisms, my version of a parable of thatched roofs is that, like the reeds that make up the roof will typically only last a single season or two, Jesus people who try to stand alone generally won’t last. But when Jesus people stay bundled together in ways that provide mutual strength and support, in ways that ward off the conditions that leads to rot, and allows for plenty of air/Pneuma (Holy Spirit) circulation, and plenty of SON-shine (did I spell that wrong?), followers of Jesus can weather most anything!

Many people defend their solitary expression of faith outside a church by pointing out that “whoever BELIEVES” in Jesus is saved—yet God has SO MANY more blessings to pour out on us when we live in the Family of God, why would you want to try to go it alone? Sure, churches are made up of terribly imperfect people, but like thatching, our strength and resilience is multiplied immeasurably when we “bear one another’s burdens” is a community of faith.

Thank you all for being such an essential part of MY bundled up family of faith, and I hope you have found and can share the blessings of our spiritual bundling as well. Keep on holding together and building one another up! Pastor Jim

Pastoral Ponderings— Of Saints and Sacramentals–

Pastoral Ponderings— Of Saints and Sacramentals–

On our recent trip to the UK, we were impressed with a lot of things that have weathered the centuries, not the least of which were church buildings and such that have been standing witness for ages. Inside most of the churches we saw were fascinating pieces, including a Norman era baptismal font we ran across that is still in use, even after almost 1000 years!

Baptism is one of our Sacraments—tangible expressions of God’s intangible grace that Jesus called us to keep on keeping on sharing with others. That still-in-use baptismal font has thus also become a “sacramental” item—some THING that helps convey or remind us of God’s transforming power in our lives today.

We had funerals at two of our congregations this past week, of saints who lived their lives so that they pointed in countless ways to God’s grace in Jesus. They were likewise– at least for the decades of their recent lives– sacramental signs like unto that ancient baptismal font– reminders, carriers, tangible evidence of God’s transforming grace. The baptismal font a silent witness, in their cases, sharing LIVING images of the God of the Ages with everyone they knew in their daily lives.

Part of why I love travel so much, is seeing how broadly God pours out grace and sacramental signs, both in people and artifacts, by which we can see and experience God’s working in the world. And it broadens our own opportunities, too, to encourage other witnesses, and to demonstrate to others wherever we go, that God is still at work in our world.

These “sacramentals” we’re talking about, whether in people or ancient artifacts, are not only reminders and signs of God’s grace, but reminders for us to ask ourselves in what ways we will be remembered, and in what ways now, our lives and what we do, point to Jesus. For as long as we have breath, we have opportunities to live out, breathe out, and point out God’s transforming grace to and for others. How are we living such sacramental lives today and every day?

Ever shining the Light—Pastor Jim

Game Nite this Saturday, Mar. 22!

Game night is just around the corner! We’ve had a lot of fun with our game nights at the Twin Falls church—a great time to relax and have fun together, to share some favorite game time snacking traditions (I can’t have a game night anymore without getting a yearning for popcorn!), and inviting guests to join us. Churchy folk are just so scary, don’t you know—but we’re less scary with a game board or deck of cards in front of us.

We’ve been talking a lot about the importance of inviting others to be a part of our Jesus party as an important part of our discipleship, and game nights make that easy! Don’t forget to remind people, too, that you don’t have to enjoy playing board games to enjoy the time together. We often have several folks who just come for the company, who come to laugh at people being silly, or come for food or conversation.

But a game night with “just us,” without inviting guests to have fun with us, is missing the point. Jesus calls us to reach out beyond our little circle of friends, even beyond our “comfort zone,” because there are so many folks around us in our epidemic of loneliness, that need to be reminded that they are loved and valued. Sure, we who are always here together really enjoy getting together—and there’s certainly nothing wrong with that! But we churchy people are not just a club for ourselves—we are called to be disciples of Jesus, sharing His life-transforming, saving grace with others! Game nites make for an easy start!

Now is a great time to invite those neighbors, dog-walkers and more! We’ll have sloppy joes, and whatever other eats and treats that we bring—so plan on bringing a friend and some goodies to share! Saturday afternoon/evening, 4-8—but there’s no “hard start,” so come when you can, and better yet, BRING some of those friends in your car with you! Always works best if you pray about those guests both now, and all along—see you then!

Pastor Jim