So this year I will resume the January Game.
Last January I was reliant upon the kindness of strangers for my housing - and while I briefly advocated the January Game, it was Mongolia and things stored in freezers were meant to last as long as possible and to be savored rarely.
The basic rules of the January Game are simple:
1. Don't purchase any food until you have finished everything in storage.
2. You may buy bread, milk, and one other item each week.
3. Create one new feature to enhance the game and personalize it - the new feature should focus on simplifying life, generating surprise income, or saving money.
My friends Jared and Janet (and now Jovi Indigo!) Kaup taught me the game a few years ago. In the final days of January we ate a shrimp pizza made from biscuit dough, shrimp dipping sauce, Parmesan cheese, and frozen shrimp. It was delicious.
One January I put all of my books up for sale on Amazon and made a few hundred dollars. The same January my friends cleaned our the garage and returned all unused supplies to the hardware stores they had purchased the items at. You would be surprised the amount of cash that we just sit on in our daily lives.
This year will be a little difficult because I live with roommates and they eat my food - so I don't have much stockpiled. I envision a lot of rice happening at the end of the month.
My extra component this year will focus on simplifying my life.
I will remove one item a day from my life. This means that I will either throw away, give away, sell, return, or re-purpose one item every day.
On January 1st I will throw away one of my suitcases. The wheels are broken, and I have been dreading carting it to the airport in that condition - so instead I will only take one suitcase back to the states. This means that I will need to let go of many things between now and then. When I have the time and energy I will post pictures and stories of things as they leave me throughout the month of January.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Togetherness
[This is the sermon for the sixth week of Advent. We will read the stories of the Magi and the Shepherds and light the разом (togetherness) candle. With this sermon, we will finish discussing each of the major players in the birth narrative. The following Friday Pastors David Goran and Lyubomir Rudko will preach together for the Christmas sermon. That will be followed by a "leftover lunch."]
The magi are exactly the people we would expect to be searching for the baby king. They are wealthy and wise. They knew enough to follow a strange star in the west as far as it would take them. They knew that they were coming upon something wonderful – but they don’t know exactly what they are looking for. They bring lavish gifts – gold, frankincense, and myrrh. These are expensive gifts – but they are gifts better suited to an old man; they are burial items. Kings were buried with gold – and mummified using these spices. The gifts they bring prove that they were not expecting to find a baby in a manger at the end of their journey.
The shepherds weren’t expecting to go on a journey at all. They were quietly watching their sheep at night when an angel shoots into the sky. The terrified common laborers are ready to head for the hills when the angel explains that a baby is coming and that baby is the promised Messiah. And after this amazing light show they all begin to lead their sheep into the chaotic city because they don’t want to miss a thing.
The magi are wealthy elites. The shepherds are poor and dirty. We see both of these groups in our time.
We see the new Ukrainians in their fancy cars that we couldn’t even afford to wash.
We see the people working to fix our streets and the children raising chickens in the village.
But we don’t see these peoples coming together. We don’t see them sitting in a café and sharing lunch or working together on some project. We never associate these people.
But in the story of the birth of Jesus these two groups are side by side. They are both given miraculous signs showing that something amazing is happening – and they both follow because they don’t want to miss out.
My friend Joe was a pastor at a very large church in a city in America. The church was very old and historic, as well as very rich. There was one man in particular who was filthy rich. He was old money – his family had been unfathomably wealthy for generations. He was really a stereotype of wealthy people. He wore a three-piece suit to church every Sunday. He was driven into the city by his driver.
One Sunday the church was particularly full. There were very few seats left. Right before the service began a homeless man walked in. If you hadn’t seen him you would have smelled him. He wandered up and down the aisle looking for a seat. Everyone was a little astonished to hear the voice of the rich man in the three piece suit. He said, “Excuse me, sir? There’s a seat right over here” as he moved over. The homeless man squeezed into the seat next to the wealthy man – and they worshipped together.
The story of Jesus is the only thing that can bring people together. Only the grace of God can bring wealthy rulers and poor farmers into the same barn to see the miracle of the baby king.
Because of Jesus we can put our differences aside and share life together. This Friday (the 7th) we are going to come together and share a meal. On the days leading up to Christmas we will all be busy preparing the twelve traditional dishes to share with our families – and after the huge feast we will all be left with lots of food. We are asking that the following morning you pack up some of that food and bring it here to share with us.
The idea is that we all will bring different food prepared in different ways by different people. But, when we bring it all together we will share in a complete feast. We will be able to come together and relax and enjoy each other’s company. And in the same way God has brought us to this place. We all have different personalities and gifts – but God brings us together into one body. Together we can do more than we could ever dream to do alone. Together we are complete.
The Magi and the Shepherds show us that all may come to the King and worship. Gentile or Jew, white or black, rich or poor, foreign or local, educated or simple – it doesn’t matter who you are. What matters is that we are willing to come into the manger and worship the King - together.
Amen.
The magi are exactly the people we would expect to be searching for the baby king. They are wealthy and wise. They knew enough to follow a strange star in the west as far as it would take them. They knew that they were coming upon something wonderful – but they don’t know exactly what they are looking for. They bring lavish gifts – gold, frankincense, and myrrh. These are expensive gifts – but they are gifts better suited to an old man; they are burial items. Kings were buried with gold – and mummified using these spices. The gifts they bring prove that they were not expecting to find a baby in a manger at the end of their journey.
The shepherds weren’t expecting to go on a journey at all. They were quietly watching their sheep at night when an angel shoots into the sky. The terrified common laborers are ready to head for the hills when the angel explains that a baby is coming and that baby is the promised Messiah. And after this amazing light show they all begin to lead their sheep into the chaotic city because they don’t want to miss a thing.
The magi are wealthy elites. The shepherds are poor and dirty. We see both of these groups in our time.
We see the new Ukrainians in their fancy cars that we couldn’t even afford to wash.
We see the people working to fix our streets and the children raising chickens in the village.
But we don’t see these peoples coming together. We don’t see them sitting in a café and sharing lunch or working together on some project. We never associate these people.
But in the story of the birth of Jesus these two groups are side by side. They are both given miraculous signs showing that something amazing is happening – and they both follow because they don’t want to miss out.
My friend Joe was a pastor at a very large church in a city in America. The church was very old and historic, as well as very rich. There was one man in particular who was filthy rich. He was old money – his family had been unfathomably wealthy for generations. He was really a stereotype of wealthy people. He wore a three-piece suit to church every Sunday. He was driven into the city by his driver.
One Sunday the church was particularly full. There were very few seats left. Right before the service began a homeless man walked in. If you hadn’t seen him you would have smelled him. He wandered up and down the aisle looking for a seat. Everyone was a little astonished to hear the voice of the rich man in the three piece suit. He said, “Excuse me, sir? There’s a seat right over here” as he moved over. The homeless man squeezed into the seat next to the wealthy man – and they worshipped together.
The story of Jesus is the only thing that can bring people together. Only the grace of God can bring wealthy rulers and poor farmers into the same barn to see the miracle of the baby king.
Because of Jesus we can put our differences aside and share life together. This Friday (the 7th) we are going to come together and share a meal. On the days leading up to Christmas we will all be busy preparing the twelve traditional dishes to share with our families – and after the huge feast we will all be left with lots of food. We are asking that the following morning you pack up some of that food and bring it here to share with us.
The idea is that we all will bring different food prepared in different ways by different people. But, when we bring it all together we will share in a complete feast. We will be able to come together and relax and enjoy each other’s company. And in the same way God has brought us to this place. We all have different personalities and gifts – but God brings us together into one body. Together we can do more than we could ever dream to do alone. Together we are complete.
The Magi and the Shepherds show us that all may come to the King and worship. Gentile or Jew, white or black, rich or poor, foreign or local, educated or simple – it doesn’t matter who you are. What matters is that we are willing to come into the manger and worship the King - together.
Amen.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Words matter.
Growing up we used to sing-song, "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me."
Now, clearly this is the greatest lie we were taught as children - because words do hurt.
There has recently been a campaign to stop using "The 'I-word' because of it's inherently negative implications. Illegal, is the "I-word" if you missed it ... because I know I did. I had to read the article a few times to catch the reference. To reference immigrants as "illegals" is hurtful.
When I lived in Korea, I constantly heard the Korean words for "foreigner" and "American." It was the tone and the staring that hurt most. Daily I was reminded that there was something shameful about my presence. Being treated poorly didn't make me want to become a stronger member of society.
In Ukraine I am at least given a little dignity - and I work hard to return the favor. I work harder to learn Ukrainian because I know that I will be rewarded for my effort. I adopt many Ukrainian habits and customs because I genuinely enjoy a culture that would welcome and accept me.
The huge part of the immigration problem in America is that we fail to show respect. Our motivation for showing respect is not that they have earned it, but because we are good people. We are better than racist slurs and hurtful comments. Let's work hard so that they will have a reason to work hard. Let's be kind, welcoming, and generous - and let's watch todays illegals become tomorrows productive citizens.
Growing up we used to sing-song, "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me."
Now, clearly this is the greatest lie we were taught as children - because words do hurt.
There has recently been a campaign to stop using "The 'I-word' because of it's inherently negative implications. Illegal, is the "I-word" if you missed it ... because I know I did. I had to read the article a few times to catch the reference. To reference immigrants as "illegals" is hurtful.
When I lived in Korea, I constantly heard the Korean words for "foreigner" and "American." It was the tone and the staring that hurt most. Daily I was reminded that there was something shameful about my presence. Being treated poorly didn't make me want to become a stronger member of society.
In Ukraine I am at least given a little dignity - and I work hard to return the favor. I work harder to learn Ukrainian because I know that I will be rewarded for my effort. I adopt many Ukrainian habits and customs because I genuinely enjoy a culture that would welcome and accept me.
The huge part of the immigration problem in America is that we fail to show respect. Our motivation for showing respect is not that they have earned it, but because we are good people. We are better than racist slurs and hurtful comments. Let's work hard so that they will have a reason to work hard. Let's be kind, welcoming, and generous - and let's watch todays illegals become tomorrows productive citizens.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Dort.
My grandmother was a terrible driver. In my memory she didn't drive until after her husband had passed away. It seems that she sold the clunky "free-candy" van that my grandfather preferred and traded up for a rice-burner of some variety. There was a lot of shame in what seemed to me a no-brainer. Grandma wore a foam neck-brace for a while after an accident of some kind, but I think that after every drive to the corner store she could have used her neck brace.
And, yes, she would drive to the corner store. She would come back later if there wasn't a convenient parking space, too. Once, after she had moved to live closer to our family, I was riding with grandma in her car. We pulled into the first intersection off of her street and were almost hit by an oncoming truck. Grandma quickly whipped up her stubby little arm and threw out her stubby, middle finger.
"Grandma! How could you flip him off?"
"I didn't flip nobody off. I wouldn't do nothing like that."
" Grandma! I saw you flip him off!"
"Well, he deserved it."
Grandma made a much better backseat driver. I laughed riotously through Flannery O'Connor's "A Good Man is Hard to Find." I had been the child strapped into the back seat with that old woman. I knew her well. Grandma was the best backseat driver in the world.
If anyone even tapped the breaks with a little too much gusto her goiter would start acting up or some such nonsense. It was always something. The arm that would fly twelve feet up into the air during a rendition of the "chicken dance" at a wedding or hoe-down couldn't muster the altitude or strength to reach for the seatbelt.
This was always the first argument. It was never the last.
As a child it was just an assumed fact that a car was either going too fast or too slow. Prodded by my grandmother's nagging I assumed that the speed limit was a fixed number. If the sign read 55, cars were expected to drive at exactly 55 MPH - the wand couldn't be at 54 and certainly not at 56. I still drive with this secret knowledge.
With Dort as the backseat driver we never arrived anywhere too early or too late. We never veered off course. We never stopped to see side attractions that would prolong our trip for another second.
Theology is a great backseat driver. It keeps us on track and in a timely manner. But, in all honesty, it's probably a terrible driver. Theology should always take a back seat to the practice of loving people. If your theology isn't big enough to include someone or some group in those you count as beloved - you have probably let theology sit in the driver's seat for far too long.
Because theology finds it far too easy to flip people off. When we focus on the intellectual pursuits of our faith it is much too easy to forget about people. Suddenly figuring out the exact number of angels that can dance on the head of a pin becomes more important than having people over for dinner and a movie.
But we can't dispense of theology. We need it's ever-present voice nagging from the backseat. We need our love to be tempered with truth and our actions to speak to a greater understanding.
It's important that theology is along for the ride, but it's equally important that it's not steering the car.
And, yes, she would drive to the corner store. She would come back later if there wasn't a convenient parking space, too. Once, after she had moved to live closer to our family, I was riding with grandma in her car. We pulled into the first intersection off of her street and were almost hit by an oncoming truck. Grandma quickly whipped up her stubby little arm and threw out her stubby, middle finger.
"Grandma! How could you flip him off?"
"I didn't flip nobody off. I wouldn't do nothing like that."
" Grandma! I saw you flip him off!"
"Well, he deserved it."
Grandma made a much better backseat driver. I laughed riotously through Flannery O'Connor's "A Good Man is Hard to Find." I had been the child strapped into the back seat with that old woman. I knew her well. Grandma was the best backseat driver in the world.
If anyone even tapped the breaks with a little too much gusto her goiter would start acting up or some such nonsense. It was always something. The arm that would fly twelve feet up into the air during a rendition of the "chicken dance" at a wedding or hoe-down couldn't muster the altitude or strength to reach for the seatbelt.
This was always the first argument. It was never the last.
As a child it was just an assumed fact that a car was either going too fast or too slow. Prodded by my grandmother's nagging I assumed that the speed limit was a fixed number. If the sign read 55, cars were expected to drive at exactly 55 MPH - the wand couldn't be at 54 and certainly not at 56. I still drive with this secret knowledge.
With Dort as the backseat driver we never arrived anywhere too early or too late. We never veered off course. We never stopped to see side attractions that would prolong our trip for another second.
Theology is a great backseat driver. It keeps us on track and in a timely manner. But, in all honesty, it's probably a terrible driver. Theology should always take a back seat to the practice of loving people. If your theology isn't big enough to include someone or some group in those you count as beloved - you have probably let theology sit in the driver's seat for far too long.
Because theology finds it far too easy to flip people off. When we focus on the intellectual pursuits of our faith it is much too easy to forget about people. Suddenly figuring out the exact number of angels that can dance on the head of a pin becomes more important than having people over for dinner and a movie.
But we can't dispense of theology. We need it's ever-present voice nagging from the backseat. We need our love to be tempered with truth and our actions to speak to a greater understanding.
It's important that theology is along for the ride, but it's equally important that it's not steering the car.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Students First
If there is one cause to support - this is it. Michelle Rhee has launched a new initiative to reform education.
If anyone is capable of such an undertaking - it is her.
I really encourage you to check out studentsfirst.org and consider how you can be part of lasting change in your community.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
The war that was and is and maybe ever shall be.
It began with a mouse.
This particular mouse was charming and delightful and decorative. Its head fit over the handle of a plunger and it concealed the plunger, as well as several rolls of toilet paper. It arrived from Grandma Airgood's house after she moved into a smaller residence.
Little did we know that it was only the beginning of the great bathroom wars.
In the house in which I grew up it was made quite clear by our choice of toilet paper that someone in the house had lived through the great depression. It seems that our toilet paper was made out of recycled paper: specifically old sears catalogs and sandpaper. I'm the only American who seems impressed by how soft and fluffy the Soviet era newsprint toilet paper is in Russia.
This was but a small part of our bathroom's theme. The theme was nautical, really. Nautical in the sense that if it didn't belong in a navy war ship's bathroom - it didn't belong in ours. Our bathroom was so sterile one could have performed surgery on any counter top. The decorations amounted to the towels on the back of the door and soaps that changed colors with whatever hotel we had stayed in last.
At grandma Airgood's house they used the softest, most fluffy toilet paper known to man. Only 8 sheets fit on a standard roll. Layers of moisturizer and skin softener were cleverly folded into each blanket of toilet paper. Being in their bathroom was like being in a cocoon. Every surface was soft and snuggly.
Soon after both of his parents were dead, my father decided that he needed a bathroom exactly like the one in the house where he had grown up. He claimed the downstairs bathroom and began subtly making changes.
First he bought a squishy toilet seat. When one is accustomed to a toilet seat more fitting of Auschwitz, a plush toilet seat is a bizarre addition. Mother's motto was "If it isn't cold to sit on, it doesn't belong in our house." This was soon topped by a yarn-knit toilet seat cover and floor wrap around. We all waited in anticipation for the doily and accompanying Barbie (in a hand-knit formal ball gown) that had once sat upon the back of the throne at Grandma and Grandpa Airgood's house - but apparently they were out of stock at Wal-mart.
When he covered the walls with the Formica of his childhood and bought a sink support stand for a sink that didn't need supporting we all knew that the battle was coming to a head. It was so bizarre to see my father as a decorator - to watch him meticulously pick out curtains. He even built the window to be smaller than it was - and it seems that the only octagonal window in the neighborhood belongs to our house now.
Like the detailed Model-T plastic toys he had built as a child - he had created an exact replica of the bathroom of his childhood. Right down to the decorative soaps.
Dad made several attempts to convert the upstairs bathroom - but mom wouldn't budge. The first several comfy toilet seats installed in the upstairs bathroom mysteriously cracked. Like an emo middle schooler, she kept blaming the cat even though it was much too straight to have been done by a claw.
Like some infamous Koreas, the war is at a standstill. A shot hasn't been fired for several years - but the innocent victims live in fear. What if Wal-mart runs a special on plastic cup dispensers and Disney-themed paper cups? What if a wicker/marble hamper becomes available on Ebay?
This particular mouse was charming and delightful and decorative. Its head fit over the handle of a plunger and it concealed the plunger, as well as several rolls of toilet paper. It arrived from Grandma Airgood's house after she moved into a smaller residence.
Little did we know that it was only the beginning of the great bathroom wars.
In the house in which I grew up it was made quite clear by our choice of toilet paper that someone in the house had lived through the great depression. It seems that our toilet paper was made out of recycled paper: specifically old sears catalogs and sandpaper. I'm the only American who seems impressed by how soft and fluffy the Soviet era newsprint toilet paper is in Russia.
This was but a small part of our bathroom's theme. The theme was nautical, really. Nautical in the sense that if it didn't belong in a navy war ship's bathroom - it didn't belong in ours. Our bathroom was so sterile one could have performed surgery on any counter top. The decorations amounted to the towels on the back of the door and soaps that changed colors with whatever hotel we had stayed in last.
At grandma Airgood's house they used the softest, most fluffy toilet paper known to man. Only 8 sheets fit on a standard roll. Layers of moisturizer and skin softener were cleverly folded into each blanket of toilet paper. Being in their bathroom was like being in a cocoon. Every surface was soft and snuggly.
Soon after both of his parents were dead, my father decided that he needed a bathroom exactly like the one in the house where he had grown up. He claimed the downstairs bathroom and began subtly making changes.
First he bought a squishy toilet seat. When one is accustomed to a toilet seat more fitting of Auschwitz, a plush toilet seat is a bizarre addition. Mother's motto was "If it isn't cold to sit on, it doesn't belong in our house." This was soon topped by a yarn-knit toilet seat cover and floor wrap around. We all waited in anticipation for the doily and accompanying Barbie (in a hand-knit formal ball gown) that had once sat upon the back of the throne at Grandma and Grandpa Airgood's house - but apparently they were out of stock at Wal-mart.
When he covered the walls with the Formica of his childhood and bought a sink support stand for a sink that didn't need supporting we all knew that the battle was coming to a head. It was so bizarre to see my father as a decorator - to watch him meticulously pick out curtains. He even built the window to be smaller than it was - and it seems that the only octagonal window in the neighborhood belongs to our house now.
Like the detailed Model-T plastic toys he had built as a child - he had created an exact replica of the bathroom of his childhood. Right down to the decorative soaps.
Dad made several attempts to convert the upstairs bathroom - but mom wouldn't budge. The first several comfy toilet seats installed in the upstairs bathroom mysteriously cracked. Like an emo middle schooler, she kept blaming the cat even though it was much too straight to have been done by a claw.
Like some infamous Koreas, the war is at a standstill. A shot hasn't been fired for several years - but the innocent victims live in fear. What if Wal-mart runs a special on plastic cup dispensers and Disney-themed paper cups? What if a wicker/marble hamper becomes available on Ebay?
Monday, December 13, 2010
I haven't really thought about writing in a long time. There are many things that I wish I could write. Commonly, I simply need to start writing and see what comes out. Generally, I need to let something rest for a few weeks and then try to re-write it. Generically, I'm not impressed with anything I've written thus far.
I have written a select few short stories. They smack of the love child of Steven King and Truman Capote. I wouldn't let you read them, let alone consider trying to get them published.
I have a great deal of respect for Stephen King. His stories are stunning works - they are technically well written; but more than that - they practically dance. You can't put the books down. I also respect that his children have done their own thing. He has a son who happens to be a writer. He writes under a pseudonym because he doesn't want to sell books based on his father's popularity. He has a daughter who is an Episcopalian priest and wins awards for her stunning sermons.
Part of my problem is the nagging feeling that my generation is overexposed and that I'm simply another kid with a blog. Writers should be above the blogosphere - they should eschew modern technology and check typewriters while traveling like David Sedaris is want to do. They should at least know grammar. A writer creates new uses for punctuation as a means of artistic expression - not because he simply doesn't know how to use it ~ like really; I have no: clue.
Or perhaps I'm not tortured enough. I'm not even as tortured as those who must read my clunky paragraph transitions. I live a happy life. I'm not an alcoholic. I'm busy but not stressed. I laugh often and loudly.
So maybe I'll start to think about writing a little more often. I could work on some more short stories or at least a few magazine articles.
I have written a select few short stories. They smack of the love child of Steven King and Truman Capote. I wouldn't let you read them, let alone consider trying to get them published.
I have a great deal of respect for Stephen King. His stories are stunning works - they are technically well written; but more than that - they practically dance. You can't put the books down. I also respect that his children have done their own thing. He has a son who happens to be a writer. He writes under a pseudonym because he doesn't want to sell books based on his father's popularity. He has a daughter who is an Episcopalian priest and wins awards for her stunning sermons.
Part of my problem is the nagging feeling that my generation is overexposed and that I'm simply another kid with a blog. Writers should be above the blogosphere - they should eschew modern technology and check typewriters while traveling like David Sedaris is want to do. They should at least know grammar. A writer creates new uses for punctuation as a means of artistic expression - not because he simply doesn't know how to use it ~ like really; I have no: clue.
Or perhaps I'm not tortured enough. I'm not even as tortured as those who must read my clunky paragraph transitions. I live a happy life. I'm not an alcoholic. I'm busy but not stressed. I laugh often and loudly.
So maybe I'll start to think about writing a little more often. I could work on some more short stories or at least a few magazine articles.
Friday, December 10, 2010
3rd Person Christmas Letter
Michael Airgood has had a very exciting year.
In January, Michael celebrated his birthday with a great meal with friends and a flight the following day to begin a new adventure. He left South Korea for Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia, where he served as an Individual Volunteer with the United Methodist missionary community there.
Michael worked with the third UM church planted in that country and walked through the ancient palace on his way to work every day. It didn't get over -20 Celsius while he was in country.
In March he left the wonderful people of Mongolia to serve as the intern at Molod do Isusa, a student-led inter-confessional student ministry in L'viv, Ukraine. The missionaries, David and Shannon Goran, were going back to the states for a few months to have their first child and they left Michael in charge of their house and some of their responsibilities at the student center.
During this time Michael had very special visitors. Debbie and Jim Airgood came all the way from lil' ole' Kane, Pennsylvania to L'viv Ukraine for a week long visit. Jim ate Big Macs after sampling the vegetarian fare Michael prepares and Debbie played an incredibly out of tune piano (beautifully) to the utter delight of Michael's students.
Michael re-imagined the English club and has turned it into a fun, hipster outlet for young people to express their opinions on difficult social issues. More than 30 young people show up on a regular basis for the class/discussion group.
Michael has been one of the people shepherding the new United Methodist church plant in L'viv, Ukraine. In March the average attendance was in the single digits. This month we have averaged 25+. The Sunday School could be used as a model for teaching any Christian Education class.
Over the summer Michael attended the Global Young People's Convocation and Legislative Assembly in Berlin, Germany. He had a wonderful time connecting with other young people across the connectional system. Michael read the scripture in Russian one morning at worship and spoke on the floor several times during plenary sessions.
Michael spent a month working with St. Luke's family center in Kyiv. It was a big time of growth in Michael's life. It was very difficult, but extremely rewarding for him.
These last few months Michael has preached almost every week at one venue or another. This surprises no one more than Michael himself. He never saw himself in a preaching capacity. More than 40 students showed up last night to hear him preach at Pilgrims, the Thursday night student worship service. He has gained a reputation for out-of-the-box sermon illustrations. Last night it involved knife throwing.
He rents a small room in a communal apartment in a nice suburb of L'viv. His roommates are all Ukrainians, all vegetarians, and all artists. He loves them dearly and is quite thankful for his new "family."
Michael's son (Vassya cat) is enjoying his vacation time in Siberia (Pennsylvania), but wishes his dad would hurry up and come home.
Michael plans to return to the states on April 8, 2011. He will pursue seminary while (hopefully) serving as a student pastor. He is still in the application process to become a full time GBGM missionary.
In January, Michael celebrated his birthday with a great meal with friends and a flight the following day to begin a new adventure. He left South Korea for Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia, where he served as an Individual Volunteer with the United Methodist missionary community there.
Michael worked with the third UM church planted in that country and walked through the ancient palace on his way to work every day. It didn't get over -20 Celsius while he was in country.
In March he left the wonderful people of Mongolia to serve as the intern at Molod do Isusa, a student-led inter-confessional student ministry in L'viv, Ukraine. The missionaries, David and Shannon Goran, were going back to the states for a few months to have their first child and they left Michael in charge of their house and some of their responsibilities at the student center.
During this time Michael had very special visitors. Debbie and Jim Airgood came all the way from lil' ole' Kane, Pennsylvania to L'viv Ukraine for a week long visit. Jim ate Big Macs after sampling the vegetarian fare Michael prepares and Debbie played an incredibly out of tune piano (beautifully) to the utter delight of Michael's students.
Michael re-imagined the English club and has turned it into a fun, hipster outlet for young people to express their opinions on difficult social issues. More than 30 young people show up on a regular basis for the class/discussion group.
Michael has been one of the people shepherding the new United Methodist church plant in L'viv, Ukraine. In March the average attendance was in the single digits. This month we have averaged 25+. The Sunday School could be used as a model for teaching any Christian Education class.
Over the summer Michael attended the Global Young People's Convocation and Legislative Assembly in Berlin, Germany. He had a wonderful time connecting with other young people across the connectional system. Michael read the scripture in Russian one morning at worship and spoke on the floor several times during plenary sessions.
Michael spent a month working with St. Luke's family center in Kyiv. It was a big time of growth in Michael's life. It was very difficult, but extremely rewarding for him.
These last few months Michael has preached almost every week at one venue or another. This surprises no one more than Michael himself. He never saw himself in a preaching capacity. More than 40 students showed up last night to hear him preach at Pilgrims, the Thursday night student worship service. He has gained a reputation for out-of-the-box sermon illustrations. Last night it involved knife throwing.
He rents a small room in a communal apartment in a nice suburb of L'viv. His roommates are all Ukrainians, all vegetarians, and all artists. He loves them dearly and is quite thankful for his new "family."
Michael's son (Vassya cat) is enjoying his vacation time in Siberia (Pennsylvania), but wishes his dad would hurry up and come home.
Michael plans to return to the states on April 8, 2011. He will pursue seminary while (hopefully) serving as a student pastor. He is still in the application process to become a full time GBGM missionary.
Tuesday, December 07, 2010
Dating Sermon
First I want you to know that I'm probably not the person to be up here. I have very little experience with dating - and, since I'm single and not married, you can probably figure out that all of my past dating relationships have ended and some of them ended badly. So take my portion of this sermon with a grain of salt.
When we pick a topic we like to open our bible and look for biblical examples. But, with this particular topic, that's a little difficult. Our concept of dating doesn't really line up with the Bible in any significant way.
Adam and Eve was the match made in heaven. Literally. But who did their sons marry? Really? We could go through the list of Old Testament heroes ... but we won't find much dating advice. A few fell in love - but the usual outcome was that the man had to work for the woman's father for seven years to earn enough for the dowry payments.
In Biblical times marriages were arranged affairs. Parents, relatives, and villages arranged marriages. Usually there was a financial reason - rarely was love ever brought into the equation. And while I'm sure that many of your parents would love it if this was still the case, we live in a different world and a different culture. Jesus didn't ride in automobiles - but that doesn't mean that we should avoid them.
We must take a step back and look for larger themes to see what the Bible teaches us about dating.
Jesus spoke about love all the time. Specifically, Jesus calls us to sacrificial love - to living with love that serves others and hopes for good. Paul uses the love of Jesus Christ as the example for our married lives - that we should love our spouse so much that we would be willing to die for him or her. That wives should serve their husbands like Christ served the world and that husbands should love their wives like Christ loved the world.
It's interesting that there is so little discussion on this subject. While dating and romantic relationships are a huge part of our lives - the scriptures are fairly quiet on the issue. We don't find chapter after chapter of teaching on this subject. Jesus doesn't say, "And if he tries to kiss you on the second date you should break up with him." Jesus doesn't say, "You should buy her jewelry to show that you're interested." Our understanding of dating and relationships are primarily culture. The tension is primarily between what we have been taught, what we believe, and the traditions of our country vs. Hollywood.
Hollywood would like us to believe that every couple hops into bed on the first date - and this simply isn't true. We don't run after our significant other and catch her before she gets on the plane. The first kiss isn't perfect.
Hollywood and Ukrainian culture both agree on one thing - if you aren't in a relationship you are basically worthless. A Hollywood actress who is 25 and single should start adopting cats and suffer her single life for eternity - and here in Ukraine it seems that things are worse.
Within minutes of meeting people they ask if I am married. When they find out that I'm not married and not dating - they immediately begin throwing women at me. I know this isn't just because I'm an American. I know that there is a ton of social pressure in this culture to get married.
I'm of the opinion that you should give yourself a little slack. You should have fun and enjoy dates. You should put up boundaries and discuss them with people you are dating because you are worth waiting for. Take things slow and enjoy the ride. Listen to the opinions of your parents - but feel free to let them know that you aren't in any rush and that you're really happy at just the spot you're at.
But, if you're still feeling that pressure - we want to give you some tips, advice, and guidance on how to take the next steps. So ... we're going to play a little game.
Welcome to the dating game.
ласкаво просимо на -гра у побачення!-
[ At this point, I will become the announcer for a fun, new dating game show. Shannon will be the female contestant and David (along with two of our most handsome students) will be a male contestant. The whole thing will be done in Ukrainian - which is a big step for all of us. We're all nervous. But it should be good. During the game David will preach twice on topics of dating and we will end with Shannon closing the sermon. ]
When we pick a topic we like to open our bible and look for biblical examples. But, with this particular topic, that's a little difficult. Our concept of dating doesn't really line up with the Bible in any significant way.
Adam and Eve was the match made in heaven. Literally. But who did their sons marry? Really? We could go through the list of Old Testament heroes ... but we won't find much dating advice. A few fell in love - but the usual outcome was that the man had to work for the woman's father for seven years to earn enough for the dowry payments.
In Biblical times marriages were arranged affairs. Parents, relatives, and villages arranged marriages. Usually there was a financial reason - rarely was love ever brought into the equation. And while I'm sure that many of your parents would love it if this was still the case, we live in a different world and a different culture. Jesus didn't ride in automobiles - but that doesn't mean that we should avoid them.
We must take a step back and look for larger themes to see what the Bible teaches us about dating.
Jesus spoke about love all the time. Specifically, Jesus calls us to sacrificial love - to living with love that serves others and hopes for good. Paul uses the love of Jesus Christ as the example for our married lives - that we should love our spouse so much that we would be willing to die for him or her. That wives should serve their husbands like Christ served the world and that husbands should love their wives like Christ loved the world.
It's interesting that there is so little discussion on this subject. While dating and romantic relationships are a huge part of our lives - the scriptures are fairly quiet on the issue. We don't find chapter after chapter of teaching on this subject. Jesus doesn't say, "And if he tries to kiss you on the second date you should break up with him." Jesus doesn't say, "You should buy her jewelry to show that you're interested." Our understanding of dating and relationships are primarily culture. The tension is primarily between what we have been taught, what we believe, and the traditions of our country vs. Hollywood.
Hollywood would like us to believe that every couple hops into bed on the first date - and this simply isn't true. We don't run after our significant other and catch her before she gets on the plane. The first kiss isn't perfect.
Hollywood and Ukrainian culture both agree on one thing - if you aren't in a relationship you are basically worthless. A Hollywood actress who is 25 and single should start adopting cats and suffer her single life for eternity - and here in Ukraine it seems that things are worse.
Within minutes of meeting people they ask if I am married. When they find out that I'm not married and not dating - they immediately begin throwing women at me. I know this isn't just because I'm an American. I know that there is a ton of social pressure in this culture to get married.
I'm of the opinion that you should give yourself a little slack. You should have fun and enjoy dates. You should put up boundaries and discuss them with people you are dating because you are worth waiting for. Take things slow and enjoy the ride. Listen to the opinions of your parents - but feel free to let them know that you aren't in any rush and that you're really happy at just the spot you're at.
But, if you're still feeling that pressure - we want to give you some tips, advice, and guidance on how to take the next steps. So ... we're going to play a little game.
Welcome to the dating game.
ласкаво просимо на -гра у побачення!-
[ At this point, I will become the announcer for a fun, new dating game show. Shannon will be the female contestant and David (along with two of our most handsome students) will be a male contestant. The whole thing will be done in Ukrainian - which is a big step for all of us. We're all nervous. But it should be good. During the game David will preach twice on topics of dating and we will end with Shannon closing the sermon. ]
Monday, December 06, 2010
Sermon
"Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus, because through Christ Jesus the law of the Spirit who gives life has set you free from the law of sin and death. For what the law was powerless to do because it was weakened by the flesh, God did by sending his own Son in the likeness of sinful flesh to be a sin offering. And so he condemned sin in the flesh, in order that the righteous requirement of the law might be fully met in us, who do not live according to the flesh but according to the Spirit. Those who live according to the flesh have their minds set on what the flesh desires; but those who live in accordance with the Spirit have their minds set on what the Spirit desires. The mind governed by the flesh is death, but the mind governed by the Spirit is life and peace." - Romans 8:1-6
Today I want to talk about sin. So go ahead and pull out your sack cloth and ashes - set your face to shame ... because you are a sinner.
Yes, you. I'm talking about you and your sins today.
"For all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God." (Rom. 3:23) We read this passage and we feel that we couldn't agree more. But, really, when this was written it was a radical statement. In the beginning of the Christian Church there was huge debate over who could become a Christian. Many people felt that only Jewish people were worthy of God's love. But Paul believed differently. Paul believed that the only qualification a person needed to become a Christian was to be human - to be a sinner.
This is the thing that binds all of us together. We are humans and we sin - we make human choices.
What is sin, anyway?
The word sin means "to miss the mark."
(Have someone come up and I'll pretend to be a knife thrower)
So, you may not know this, but I used to be a knife thrower in a carnival. I apologize in advance - I don't have my usual knives - they're still in the evidence room of a police station back in the states.
So - would it matter to you if I missed the mark by a little bit or a lot?
In the Old Testament we are given a lengthy list of "Thou Shalt Nots" And we know these rules. We are taught the 10 commandments. We know that we are supposed to feel endlessly guilty for our sexual transgressions. We know what sins are the "big sins."
But I want to challenge this thought process.
All sins are equal. When we sin we hurt God. We turn our back on the God who loves us and we say that our way is better. It's important that the first sin was something as simple as eating an apple. We would like to think that if we had been in that garden we would not have eaten the fruit - but in reality we would have. We make the decision every day that our choices are better than the options God has for us.
In the ten commandments we are taught "Though Shalt not covet." And, I never really understood what that was all about. I mean, when I covet - no one is hurt. As an American, coveting is part of our cultural heritage. We are taught daily to covet. Some day you'll have a nice job, a nice house, and a trophy wife.
What could possibly be sinful about wanting those things. But when we covet, we decide that the future God has for us is insufficient. We decide that we could do things better on our own. We decide that God didn't know what he was talking about and that the apple probably tastes pretty good.
So what is sin? Sin is when we decide that our way is better than God's way. We miss the mark. In this game, close doesn't count. Either we hit the target or we don't.
And while all sins are equally bad - some are more dangerous than others.
In America we're all terrified of sharks. We have oceans on either side of us and we're all afraid of shark attacks. We even have "Shark Week" where the discovery channel focuses on the dangers of sharks. In actuality - very few people are injured by shark attacks. In fact - more people choke to death on McDonald's french fries every year than die from shark attacks.
But ... we don't have "French Fry Week" on the Discovery channel.
The sins that are most dangerous are the sins that we commit without guilt or shame - the rules we break without even thinking about it. None of us would break the 6th or 7th commandment- we know not to kill or to commit adultery. Yet, when Jesus gives the sermon on the mount he shares that if you hate someone in your heart that you have killed him. If you have a lustful thought you have committed adultery.
The sins that we feel are most egregious are probably cultural taboos that also happen to be against the Bible. The sins that God grieves most are sins that we ignore - usually in the Bible these are sins that involve inequality. God is angry that we continually ignore the systemic abuses perpetuated against the poor. The sins that should trouble our hearts are the sins that have a consequence on others.
In the United Methodist Church we read this confession together. It's good for the soul to confess our sins. Would you join me?
Merciful God,
we confess that we have not loved you with our whole heart.
We have failed to be an obedient church.
We have not done your will,
we have broken your law,
we have rebelled against your love,
we have not loved our neighbors,
and we have not heard the cry of the needy.
Forgive us we pray.
Free us for joyful obedience,
through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
This confession ends with the idea - free us for joyful obedience. We make our own choices - and our prayer is that every day we move a little closer to the ideals of perfection. This is a tightrope walk and it's tricky.
On one side is a fear of all things sinful. If we lean too far to that side - if we even look at a sinner - we might fall into sin. The other side is that we are free to do anything - and that we can even indulge in sin.
We must be careful to live in this tension.
John Wesley said, "When our hearts are filled with the love of God, there will be no more room for sin." And while I'm a long way away from this ideal - in my heart I really believe this.
In University I knew so many Christians who wanted so desperately to be sinless. They would fight their sins with every breath they had. And they just happened to be the most joyless people I've ever met. They were missing the mark.
By choosing to live in their own power and to not live in the freedom of God's love they were choosing their way over Gods and they were living in sin.
Your sins are not enough to weigh you down. Your sins are enough to make you human - and the grace of Jesus Christ is sufficient. His sufficiency is enough to set you free. If you are a Christian your job is to live in the joy of freedom.
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