We Share the Journey

© Rev. Dr. Gary Blaine

University Congregational Church

July 5, 2009

 

Reading: “Lauds” – Morning Prayer

We offer prayers for all those with whom we share the Journey:

For our loved ones, those who have been given to us,

And to whom we have been given:

Lord, have mercy, Christ, have mercy.

For those whom we have loved who are now absent from us:

Lord, have mercy, Christ, have mercy.

And for those we know who face particular trials and tests this day:

Lord, have mercy, Christ, have mercy.

We entrust all who are dear to us to Your never-failing love and care,

For this life and the life to come;

Knowing that You will do for them

Far more than we can desire or pray for.

Amen.[1]

 

          Many years ago I was taking my youth group on a five day hike along the Appalachian Trail.  There were about eight of us all together, girls and boys in their teens.  One morning we broke camp and headed up to Wayah Bald where we would have lunch.  We had hardly been on the trail an hour when a group of Boy Scouts passed us.  They were in their mid-to-late teens and making remarkable time.  Another hour or so we were passed by another small group from their troop.  They too were hiking at a good clip.  We arrived at Wayah Bald where we broke out our lunches.  As we ate we watched other small groups of two or three boys wander up to the bald.  It took about one hour for the whole troop of 25 scouts to arrive.  Several of the younger boys were crying.  They were exhausted.  They had drunk all of their water. There was no access to water on the top of Wayah Bald.  They had eaten all of their food during the morning. They had nothing left to eat until supper.

           I recognized their scout leader as someone I had gone to college with.  He was a pre-ministerial student at Florida Southern College and did not like me.  His complaint with me was that I did not believe the Jews were going to hell because they did not receive Jesus Christ as their Lord and personal Savior.  What was worse, I did not even believe in hell.

We exchanged awkward pleasantries.  After lunch and rest we moved on to the shelter where we would spend the night.

          The troop, or at least the lead party, had already arrived but decided that the scout troop would camp in a small meadow.  We thanked them and set up for the night.  After we had eaten dinner and were sitting around the campfire, the scoutmaster came into our company and asked if he could talk with me.

          Glen told me several of his boys were having a miserable experience and wanted to go home.  He observed that my youth group seemed to be having a good time and wondered what he might do to help his scouts.  I told him that; in the first place, my rule was that the group would only walk as fast as the slowest hiker.  Of course that was usually me.  That was something my father taught me from his years in the U. S. Navy during World War II.  The fleet sailed as fast as the slowest ship, which were usually the oil tankers that carried their fuel.  The ships needed the fuel; the tankers needed the protection of the fleet.  Glen wanted to know the connection to hiking.

          I told him that it was a matter of safety for the whole group.  I also asked him who carried the troop’s first aid kit; and given the spread of his scouts along the trail, how would he know where the first aid kit was in case of a major injury.  I also pointed out that the younger scouts apparently did not know how to manage the rations of energy snacks, food and water.  Furthermore, buddy cooking was pretty inefficient and group cooking guaranteed that everyone would eat or all would go hungry.

          The next morning, about nine o’clock the scout troop passed us.  They were all together.  That evening when we arrived at the next shelter they were playing in a river.  They were laughing and splashing each other.  They were wet, but not from tears.

          Whether it is a scout troop, a youth group, a family, or a congregation, I have learned that we share the journey.  If we do not share the journey we often arrive angry, exhausted, and weeping.  Some arrive very late and some not at all.

          This nation is in the midst of war on two fronts – Iraq and Afghanistan.  The reality is that whatever success the U.S. military will achieve in either place depends on sharing the journey with the Iraqi and Afghani people.  We are also in a deep recession with unemployment at 9.5%, representing over 14 million people.  Our ability to work our way out of the recession will depend on every one of us sharing the journey.  This is not President Obama’s journey, or Wall Street’s journey, but our journey.  Given the debt that we will incur in this process, it appears that unborn generations will share this journey with us.

          I dare say that the future of University Congregational Church depends on our willingness to share the journey.  If we imagine that we are Bob Meyers’ people, or Gary Cox’s people, or Jim White’s people, or Gary Blaine’s people, we will be scattered out all along the trail.  Many of us will be tired, angry, and hungry.  If we imagine that the Board we serve on or support – be it Christian Education, or Deacons, or Music, or the Guild, or Outreach – are of superior value and importance to any other we will all limp to the shelter and some of us will not make it.  If we think of our membership as political units comprising the “Old Guard” vs. “New Members,” “Adult Discussion Group” vs. “Minister’s Bible Study,” “Libertarians” vs. “Democrats,” or “Council” vs. “Congregation” we will not complete the journey.  Heck, we won’t even be on the same trail any more.

          I say all of this, not because I want to offend anyone.  I have worked hard for you these past two years and I respect you and my own work too much to intentionally cause offense.  I care for you too much to do that.  It is my opinion that UCC has struggled through four years of transition.  They have been difficult years, filled with grief and change.  And they are years of important decision-making, including the calling of a new minister, the adoption of a strategic plan, and the decision to build administrative offices.  These are on just a few examples of a tremendous amount work and energy that you have given to the church.  With change comes conflict and we are all aware of that reality.   I say all of this because like the rest of the nation we are caught up in a financial recession.  We made some very tough decisions about the 2009 budget.  We are now beginning the budget process for 2010.

          Now let me say that I expect people to have opinions about the church budget, program, and strategic plans.  We would not be Congregationalists if we did not have opinions and express them confidently.  Indeed, we have more opinions that we have members, and that is the way we are!  We would not be Congregationalists if we did not have differences of opinion, even conflict about important issues.  But we would not be Congregationalists if we did not finally compromise and make decisions together.  It is probably important that we disagree but even more important that we continue the journey together after the decisions are made.

          In the midst of strategic plans, budgets, growing programs, changing ministry, and building expansion it is often the case the people forget we share the journey.  All of the plans and programs that we create are meant to keep us together and on the same trail.  By all means let us put forth our best plans, strategies, and tactics; fully engage our every member canvass pledge drive, and work together on our shared journey.   

And let us pray for one another with every step we take.  Meetings will not replace the space in our hearts for one another.  Spreadsheets will not substitute for the genuine love and respect we have for every member of our congregation.  Websites will not finally extend a warm welcome to visitors. 

It reminds me of the story of the family that was moving from Johnstown to Jamestown.  As they approached their new home they met a man minding a fruit stand about half way between the two towns.  “Say,” asked the head of household, “what kind of people are there in Jamestown?’

“Well,” answered the man, “what kind of people did you leave behind in Johnstown?”

“Oh, the very best.  They are kind and generous.  We are sad to leave them.”

“That’s the kind of folks you will find in Jamestown,” replied the traveler.

A little while later another family was moving from Jamestown to Johnstown.  They asked the vendor a similar question.  “What kinds of people are there in Johnstown?”

“What kinds of people were there in Jamestown?” asked the vendor.

“They were mean, selfish, and downright nasty.  We are glad to be rid of them,” said the traveler.

“I’m afraid you are going to meet the same kind in Jamestown,” replied the vendor.

How we share the journey is determined by the state of our own hearts.  I offer one way to keep our hearts in condition for long walks with old and new friends in faith.  Now I am going to use a word that you would expect me to use and may be conditioned to turn me off as soon as you hear the word.  I think the quality of any church’s journey is determined by the life of prayer in the congregation.

Are you still with me?  Hello!  Is anybody still conscious?

By prayer I mean taking the time to hold in your love the people of this congregation, its leadership, its church staff, and its called minister.  Do you intend their well-being?  Do you hope for wholeness in their lives according to God’s will?  Do you give thanks for their gifts offered to the welfare of this congregation?  Do you extend forgiveness for their limitations and mistakes?  Do any of us ever ask what might this congregation be in the imagination of God?  Or do we take greater comfort in getting our own way?  Do we take the journey of faith with the members and friends of this church for power and control?  Or do we take the journey of faith for the joy that comes with entrusted pilgrims, gathered in covenant to bring peace, justice, and universal fellowship in the name and spirit of Jesus?

The reading from the Morning Prayer that I shared with you reminds us to pray for our loved ones, those who have been given to us, and to whom we have been given.  That is an amazing consideration.  We seldom think of one another as gifts to one another.  Rather, we imagine that we have earned love and respect, or that we have “won” someone over, or that we have somehow wooed them.  This prayer says that we are gifts to one another.  We are not just another member, or employee, or minister.  We are gifts to one another.

Gifts require us to open them with care.  Sometimes we have to put a gift together or learn how to use it.  We might even have to read the operating manual.  Each gift is unique, not only the ones we receive but also the gift that we are.  Imagine that each of us is one of the Magi on the way to Bethlehem, bringing gifs to the Christ child.  I wonder how much stronger local churches and Christianity at large would be if we thought of ourselves and our brothers and sisters as gifts.

The Morning Prayer also calls us to pray for those whom we have loved are now absent from us.  Some are absent from us because they have died.  Some have moved away.  Some have resigned because they were angry or in search of different path than the one we are on.  By all means we grieve for the loss of these souls.  Their faces and stories come to our minds.  If we will but take the time to hold them in our hearts we can also recover the wisdom they left us, the humor that still brings a smile to our faces, and the lessons that their living and dying teach us.  Our prayer for them is not a pleading for their eternal lives, but the enriching of our own.  Their memory is a presence in our lives that reminds us of who we are and the eternal values that bring us hope.  

Let us pray for whose who face particular trials and tests this day.    Every single day in the life of this congregation people face the trials and tests of divorce, job loss, dying and death, loneliness, pain of every dimension, the stress of parenting, and the stress of maturation.  Some times I read the newspaper or watch the news on television and see the faces of natural disaster or war or greed.  Would that I could hold the face of each one and the hands of their loved ones and assure them that they are not alone.  We are with them and may they ride the winds of God’s love beyond our imagining. 

Finally, Morning Prayer offers these words: “We entrust all who are dear to us to Your never-failing love and care, for this life and the life to come; knowing that You will do for them far more than we can desire or pray for.”  This is a lesson that I have to learn over and over again.  I have very definite ideas about the welfare of my loved ones.  I think there are some things they should be doing to secure their future.  I worry when they make decisions that might harm them.  I am pretty sure I know what is best for them.  This prayer reminds me that there is a Cause beyond my own, a Purpose deeper than my own, and a Hope that is greater than my imagination.  When we pray for each other in our church may our faith entrust the congregation to God’s never-failing love and care.  For me that means surrendering my ideas, plans, and hopes for them when decisions have been made. 

We gather as a congregation to share the journey.  That means we share ideas, develop plans, hire staff, build programs, raise money, and maintain the building.  Most importantly it means that we share the gifts of one another, remember those who have walked with us in the past, enjoin the needs of one another, and finally trust our journey to the Cartographer of life.  We walk with our own feet and carry the burdens of the trail.  On the Journey of Faith, we shoulder one another’s burdens and carry them if necessary.  We share the journey on the wings of prayer.

Finis



[1] Robert Benson, “Lauds,” Venite (New York: Jeremy P. Tarcher, 2000), p. 9.