Lazy Days of Summer?

Where did this phrase come from?  Does anyone experience these anymore?  Some of you know the stereotype.  Mom sitting on a porch swing, sipping lemonade while the kids run around the yard/neighborhood playing games while Fido plays along, nipping at their heals.  Does that still happen?  Not too often, I'm afraid.  Some might long for those days again and even refer to it as the days of Gracious Living.

I think the demise of that era of perceived innocence was air conditioning.  If you think about it, why was mom on the porch swing?  Catching her breath from the oppressive heat of the kitchen or laundry room!  Think about it.  What would your house be like today if it were 90+ outside and you didn't have air conditioning?  Try driving around town on a summer day without AC.  Its changed our world! 

Look at home building methods, for instance.  Homes prior to AC had large, sturdy, windows on all four sides of the house.  The primary reason was to allow for cross-flow of air.  Every house was equipped with fans you could set into the windows to help draw the air into the house, or even one permanently mounted in the attic to suck the cooler air from outdoors in.  Now homes only have windows on the front and the back of the house so that we don't have to look at our neighbors--because we don't have to in order to stay cool.

And if we are staying indoors, we aren't on porches so they soon went by the wayside.  And if we put our kids in front of TV's X-Box and iPods, they aren't playing stick-ball or tag or having water balloon fights in the neighborhood either.  Perhaps I should begin a movement to ban AC so that we can get back to the Good Ole' Days when everything was fine and dandy--swell, even--and all the children behaved and all mothers and dads were Mrs. and Mr. Cleaver, seat belts weren't needed, smoking was healthy, murder never happened, war was patriotic death was always "a blessing."

But, when would that be?  I'm afraid we have a knack forgetting the problems of our past. Or worse yet, inventing a past that never was!  We have short memories for the negatives of every situation.  We deny that we have any flaws, or at least none that really matter to others in the big scheme of things.  Right?  Well, then, our conscious starts to nag at us. We can't sleep because something is bugging us. And sooner or later we have to realize that something is sin.

The fact of the matter is we do sin.  We are sinners.  We aren't perfect; never have been and never will be.  But as children of God, forgiven by the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ, those sins are blotted out as we confess those sins in repentant faith.  And from that point of our baptisms, we are New Creations.  Though, as flawed humans, we still sin, the stench of death from that sin does not stick to us.  We don't deserve this by any thing we have done, but by what Christ has done.  This un-earned gift of New Life in Christ is called grace.  G.od's R.iches A.t C.hrist's E.xpense.

Those who know this GRACE live lives a little differently.  We are no longer burdened with the worry of "what will God do to me because of my sin?" That is a burden which, for the sinner, is answered with the same verdict every time; you will die and you will not see heaven.  But for the sinner Redeemed by the blood of Jesus Christ the burden is no longer life-taking, but life-affirming.  The new burden placed on the hearts of those living in Grace becomes, "What will God lead me to do and be because he no longer sees my sin?  How will I experience Graceful Living?"

This week our church is mailing out a magazine into our neighborhood called Graceful Living.  Our hope is that it allows folks to see some of the ways we can live in the Grace that God calls us into through our Lord and Savior Jesus.  If you live within 3 miles of Redeemer it'll come directly to your mailbox.  If not, stop by sometime or call the church office and we can send you one while supplies last.  If you would like to help us pay for this endeavor into our community that would be much appreciated as well--it costs several thousand dollars and issue to publish and mail this our neighbors, but we hope God uses it mightily to expand his kingdom of believers.

Forgotten Passwords to the Church

Whew!  I finally remembered my password!

I've been unable to get into my blog since December because I couldn't' remember my password.  When I tried to get it reset the questions Google asked were so specific and my blog is now getting so old, I couldn't' remember the answers (and didn't have them written down), so I couldn't get in.  I nearly gave up on ever getting in here ever again.

But then I decided to give it one more try--and, I'M IN!!

I think the church is kind of like that for some people.  Especially those who used to be very engaged and even active in their churches.  But then, something happens in their life or perhaps nothing happens in their life but they get distracted by other things and then finally realize that they have become totally disconnected from the Church they once knew and loved.

Like I've done with my blog the last four months, they drive by, looking to see if anything has changed.  They might have even driven through the parking lot, wondering if they would run into someone they knew.  Of course Sunday mornings are always an option, but a painful one. 

"Hey!  Good to see you.  Where have you been?  We are so glad you are back!" is the greeting they dread. 

Dread?  But that is such a warm and welcoming greeting!  Yes it is, but one who has been confronted with the reality of breaking of the third commandment to honor the Sabbath Day, and who has not yet received absolution, anything said is couched in a guilty conscience.

Despite our best efforts to welcome them back with open arms, what they might hear instead is,

"What's wrong with you?  Why did you leave?  And you think you can come back here and just pick up where you left off?  We've moved on without you."

This fear can especially come home to roost if, when they return, things really have changed; new faces, new facilities and new programs or liturgies can all be 'password protected' from the one who is seeking to come back into the worship life of the congregation.  Each of those things become like passwords into the community of faith. 

So, am I saying we can't change?  That we have to preserve everything of our past out of fear of losing the one who is not currently here on the off chance they might return?  Yes and no.

The familiar prayers, the favorite hymns, the traditions and rites of passage that every congregation forms apart from the actual content of the faith itself are all methods of entry into a shared experience.  And that is a good thing as they unite  and encourage us around the faith we've been given in Jesus and help us share that Good News with others. 

However, they should also never hinder the mission of the Church which is to seek and save the lost through the work and proclamation of the saved as, by the power of the Holy Spirit, they confess Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior of all.

Without a password, its nearly impossible to gain entry into a blog or your bank account or any other on-line account that you haven't interacted with in a long time--unless you get that email that allows you to reset the password.  Something outside the blog and outside your mind which says, "Its OK.  Let's have a do-over."

Many of our folks need a do-over.  Over half of the folks "on the books" at Redeemer have not been in church for over a year.  For some its 10.  Those of you who have been around during that time, have you noticed the changes that have occurred?  Does the place look different than it did one, three, five, or 10 years ago?  Of course it does!  Do we do things differently?  Yes.  I'm sure we do.  But do you know what hasn't changed?  The one thing that can bring them back into the church guilt-free and ready to pick up right where they left off--forgiveness, grace, and mercy.  And just like none of "by our own reason or strength" can seek faith without the Holy Spirit, neither will someone who is long separated from the Church readily seek a relationship with Her.

So, as the site administrators, perhaps we could offer a password reset.  Just like that reset e-mail you get, as Christians we are called to reach out to those in our fellowship who have been absent and offer that hand of friendship and forgiveness.  We go to them instead of waiting for them to show up on Sunday and we say,

"We've missed you.  How can we help you reset your password?  We are willing to overlook your absence and forgive you of that lapse of faithfulness so that you can pick up where you left off and continue in your faith and live in that faith to the fullest extent that God has planned for you." 

And we are willing to do that because Jesus has already promised it is so.  He reset all our passwords on the cross and so that when we reach heaven we will have no trouble entering.  And just as Jesus paved the way for you to enter heaven we pave the way for those who have lost their way.  We welcome the prodigal sons and daughters of God with open arms, running out to them while they are yet a long way off, so that they can rejoin the celebration which goes on with out end.

Oh, and by the way, the password on that final day will be SSAN1 (Sunday School Answer no. 1=Jesus).

Where is the Joy?

Where is the Joy?

I was blessed with a weekend mini-vacation out west this past Friday-Sunday.  While vacations are a nice break and can, indeed bring their own kind of blessings, that is not the Joy I seek in life. In fact, vacations can be very stressful and tiring.  As a matter of fact, our plane landed in Omaha at 9:40 last night and we finally crawled into our bed around 1:45 this morning after making  the three hour trek back to Olathe.  One wouldn’t think a two hour time-difference would mess you up much, but I was really slow in waking up this morning.  I was not anticipating joy as a began my day.

But that which woke me was hearing an interview with Rev.Matt Crebbin from the Newtown Congregational Church (UCC).  Unless you have been cut off from society the last three days, you know of the horrible violence that struck the first graders and staff of Sandy Hook Elementary School, and the Today show was seeking to hear from him what message he had to share concerning this tragedy.

I was very impressed with the way in which he was respectful of other faiths, but at the same time sought to share with the world the nature of the Christian faith.  While some might say that he was weak for not stepping on the “third-rail-J-word” (Jesus) he did everything possible to make sure the world knows that our God is a loving God who is there for us, will listen to us, and will not be turned away from us when we cry out to him.

I also liked the way he pointed out that our God can take whatever we throw at him; pain, anguish, anger, frustration, guilt, and then replace them with Joy (and he mentioned the traditions of the “joy candle” of the .Advent Wreath).  Then he went on to point out that Joy is not happiness.  Joy is the comfort and knowledge that our Lord is ever with us, despite the goings-on of this world around us, or even our particular pain or suffering.

I won’t fault Rev. Crebbin for his interview—it was very cautious, but also very winsome.  I pray God would use his words to send people seeking hope to churches around the world this weekend.  And I pray that pastors the world over would share the Good News of Jesus with them.

And just was it that Good News?  That despite the fact that every person has sinned and has earned eternal death and separation from God, all sin and wrongful deed every person ever committed was paid for by Jesus the Christ.  He accomplished that forgiveness by his death once and for all on the cross, and rose from the dead three days later, to assure us of our eventual resurrection and eternal life with him and we know that it will be with God in heaven because he also ascended to that place a few weeks after his resurrection.

Is this world messed up?  Yes.  Is it God’s fault?  No.  Can we fix it?  No.  Will God fix it?  Yes, when he comes again to take us to a new heaven and a new earth.  Will everyone be there?  No, just those who believe (trust God) that this is true and that his love for them is complete—so complete that He would send his own Son into the world (what we call Christmas) so that He could grow up to be the perfect sacrifice that would atone for all sin, so that perhaps some would hold on to that salvation and be with him forever.  

So where’s the joy?  The joy is found in the manger; not in the cuteness of the baby or the soft glow of candles and lights.   The Joy is found in the Love of God, who came to us to save us.  O come, O come, Immanuel.  God with us.  Come, Lord Jesus, Come.

Review: Allegro "Winter Blessings" Concert

Tonight I had the pleasure of attending the 2nd of 2 concerts by the Allegro group of Kansas City children's choirs.  I had attended the fall concert at the Unity Temple on the plaza which was very nice, but tonight's service at Visitation church in the Brookside neighborhood was something very special.  It did what nothing so far has been able to do for me; put me in a proper "Christmas mood."

First off, in the spirit of full disclosure, I must admit that I am a biased reviewer; my son is a member of one of this group's ensembles, Allegro con Spirito (or, just Spirito, for short.  each of the Choirs has a similar naming scheme, but I shall just refer to them by their final contribution to the Allegro con... formulation) which is in its first year as Allegro's all male choir.

In the opening paragraph I referred to this concert as a service as the setting was indeed a beautiful, modern interpretation of a classical, Spanish-inspired Catholic church.  Its location just south of the Country Club Plaza and west of UMKC was easy to find and the acoustics were phenomenal.  In addition, the modern, adjustable lighting scheme added to the ambiance which the musicians and singers set to achieve.

The music chosen was by and large sacred, drawing from a wide range of traditions, styles and instrumentation.  in my opinion, this bold decision was a wonderful change of pace from our local public school concerts where sacred music is rarely featured so prominently.  This was definitely a Christmas concert.  Not a "holiday" or "winter" concert.  Recent attempts to strip the historical Jesus and the tenants of the faith he taught from the holiday named for him not only baffle me, but, as a pastor, also tend to infuriate me at times.

Prior to the processional, one of the singers stepped into the pulpit wearing a Santa hat to ask the congregation to sing along on the processional hymn "O come all ye faithful".  While I personally cringed at seeing the Santa hat so near a crucifix of our Lord which arose to a height of 10 feet or so above the pulpit, I don't fault the youth who probably didn't know better.  An adult should have said something to her about it before hand.

The concert then began with a processional in the dark with the youths carrying battery operated candles as they entered the sanctuary in the round and circled it on the four-sided balcony as well. Although the program only listed lyrics for verse three of the hymn, those in attendance seemed to know the first two verses and sang them with gusto.  The amazing thing was that we could also hear the Allegro choirs over the congregation and their addition was bright, full, and added a richness to the hymn that would not be found in a normal advent or Christmas church service.

The entire ensemble then sang for the first time ever, "Hark, What Music Fills the Sky" by resident composer Andrea Ramsey.  It was a nice piece and compliments her other numbers which I was able to hear at the fall concert.  This young composer has a talent for writing music appropriate for the younger voices which seem to flow quite nicely.

These first two songs were sung by all the choirs.  Now, it was time for Moto and Brio to share the stage as they sang "Carol of the Bells" and "Somewhere in My Memory" without a break for applause between them.  Both were nicely done by these, the senior most voices in the Allegro family.  The latter piece by John Williams began with a wonderful orchestral introduction.  Though they were not acknowledged in the program, nor at the venue, it needs to be said that this small chamber-sized group was a very integral part of the program; especially the first half as they really rounded out the night and added a real "professional" feel to the whole affair.

Next, Moto got the stage to themselves  as they sang a nice rendition of "I Wander as I Wander" and "Dashing through the snow" arranged by John Leavitt.  Leavitt is well-known in sacred music circles (especially Lutherans and Catholics) and currently teaches at Midwestern Nazarene University in Olathe and so to year this arrangement of a non-sacred holiday favorite was a pleasant surprise.

Now it was time for the men to provide cover for the change of choirs on stage as Spirito took to the rear balcony for "Contata Domino" by de la Lande.  Unfortunately, my seat in the left transept did not allow the best location for hearing this song, but having heard the boys rehearsing it in the studio a few weeks back, I knew the notes were right; my location tonight, however, was just not acoustically in the right place to hear the richness this song contains.

Vivo was next in the lineup of the evening with three songs.  Handel's "He Shall Feed His Flock" from Messiah, another fine Ramsey piece, "What Can I Bring?" and finally, "Joy to the World."  The first stuck in my head as a fine example of controlled, uniform unison singing with voices well-matched to one another.

As Vivo exited the chancel and Spirito took their place, Brio sang "Jolly Old Saint Nicolas" from a corner balcony.  As the senior-most female choir in the Allegro family they were, of course, crisp, on tune and very good.  My only complaint would be that this song with its childlike, whimsical lyrics, was sung a little too "high-brow" for my taste.  Let kids be (and sound like) kids when the music is appropriate.

Spirito took to the risers for "Coventry Carol" and "Little Saint Nick." Jake Naverud has done a great job with this new choir of just 22 voices.  A few more voices would have helped support the pitch on "Coventry Carol", but it is very clear from the smiles on their faces and by the exuberant way in which Jake directs that this is going to be a great "guy's choir"; not an easy think to accomplish with teenage boys.  "Little Saint Nick was clearly a joy for singers and listeners alike.  Spirito is on its way to being just as highly thought of as Brio as long as they keep this keep up this level of hard work and if they can get a few more voices to round out the sound.

Though not an intermission, "Deck the Halls" was a nice break in the program as once again, the audience was invited to sing along with all the choirs.

The final set was probably the most powerful of the evening.  Starting with an interesting double choir effect with half of the Brio choir in the chancel with the other half in the rear balcony, Vivaldi's "Chirste Eleison" was light, crisp and very well-paced.  It was followed by "Gaudete! Gaudete!" which was quite powerful and was sung by all the choirs combined.  "Before the Paling of the Star" by Tom T. Shelton, Jr. was very nice piece which seemed to have a modern flair about it and was quite interesting to listen to.  I liked it.  Next, Shelton's "I Saw Three Ships" was a completely different style of piece and was performed by Brio only.  It reminded me a little bit like a Gilbert and Sullivan piece with its very quick, and full-chord-ed accompaniment.

Vivo, Moto, and Brio then sang the first of a pair of Bob Chilcott pieces.  "This Joy" had a lovely, full sound that filled the room before all the choirs finished with "For Him All Stars Have Shown," an excellent piece which ties together wonderfully the teachings of the first two articles of the Apostles Creed, tying Christ as the second person of the Trinity to his presence with the Father at creation.

As a Recessional, the combined choirs repeatedly sang the first verse of "O Come, O Come, Emmanuel" as the choirs exited the sanctuary in darkness with the exception of their hand-held candles.  The men were the first to leave and the other choirs followed until there was a solitary voice singing the familiar O Antiphon as she receded to the narthex.  It was a beautiful ending to a beautiful evening.  Regrettably, however, the beautiful silence which enrobed the room after the last solitary voice concluded her offering was broken within 5 seconds by an exuberant person (a proud parent?) in the front row of the section in which I was seated who began vigorously applauding.

The silence now broken, the room erupted into thankful applause as these children had completed a concert worthy of earthly and heavenly praise.  I can't  wait till spring and the opportunity to hear them all again, this tiem in the brand new, wonderful, beautiful, Kaufman Center for the Performing Arts.