Saturday, June 02, 2012

Bad to Good

Bad night of coughing and dry throat that could not be quenched. So I took some meds upon waking. And.... then I didn't eat soon enough and ended up throwing up on the train to Tubingen. Grand!

By one or so I felt better and the relaxing nature of Tubingen set in. A small town with lots of charm. This is the site of the major university and a center for theological study. Lots of famous faces graced the university's halls. Kepler, Ratzinger, Hegel... and my boy Melanchthon.

We did a boat tour first which was lovely. Lots of cute frat boys around as well which never hurts. One had a gorgeous tattoo of the world on his right shoulder blade. Gorgeous ink! We dined at a beer garden which was chock full of cyclists. Shopped around Tubingen with C's friend Sara who spent a year there and knew her way around. Got a few gifts and a brilliant blue scarf for me to where European-style (lol). 

Corinna and Sara on the train to Tubingen. Not sure if this is first or second time around....

This is the kind of boat we took. You can see the ones on the left have their planks locked and the ones on the right are all set up for passengers.

Corinna looked contemplative while we drift past a cool house built in 1870's.

Frat boat. They are all gondola style, pushed by the long stick against the water. These guys all took turns.

Well hello my new fantastic 3 Euro scarf...

This picture captures spaghetti ice cream. Sauce is strawberry. "Cheese" is shaved white chocolate! Vanilla ice cream has been churned through a grinder giving it pasta quality. Cute!

Difficult to decide which picture of the church to include. So you get this one because everyone can appreciate some stained class while not everyone gets a bunch of aristocratic tombs, Moses with horns, or an amazing pulpit on high. ;)

Last view of Tubingen as we leave. Sara told me these flowers are chosen by a city council of sorts every year. Also, they'll be a big race on these waters this week. 53 boats!


Friday, June 01, 2012

A Day in Life of the Lazy Vacationer

Day Two: Still in Stuttgart. Woke up around 7am this morning after a fairly decent nights sleep! So proud of my body's ability to sleep. Aww.... Corinna had a crazy day at work so we took it easy today. Tomorrow we will adventure to Tubingen! Something about a boat ride tour and good food?

Yes, I'll start the day with a glass of Orange juice. Oh wait, BLOOD ORANGE juice? Yes, please. 
(I know we can get this in the US but c'mon!)

Salz and Pfeffer sound like characters in a Dr. Seuss book! 

Corinna's living room and my sleeping area while I'm here. See my feet? Cuddly.

I have this thing with going to Chinese food restaurants in other countries. This General Tso's chicken was way different, not fried, and packed with lots of veggies and served with white rice. Yum.... no crab rangoons though. Tragic.

Thursday, May 31, 2012

Stuttgart Hello!

I have arrived and spent my first day in Germany! Thought I would attempt to reflect daily here for those curious. ;)

I arrived around 9am Germany time. Corinna picked me up at the airport and we took the train to her place. A stop over in an awesome Italian bakery on the corner and then for some breakfast. Then... I napped. I'm sorry. I know the way to get over jet lag is to NOT do that. But I did. I slept. For like, 5 hours. It was glorious. Then we went to the grocery store after C got off work, made supper, and invited a friend over. Had German wine and my favorite C meal (gnocchi, tomatoes, mozzarella in a honey mustard dressing - YUM). Now the real test comes - will I sleep tonight?

Corinna and I!!! Right after I got off the plane... and got coffee of course. 

Folks, this is a PRETZEL croissant. Did you hear that? Yeah... heaven.
Oh and an apricot cookie that was also heavenly.

Community recycling. Three big bins just across the street for clear, brown, and green glass. And we took the plastic bottles to grocery store for $5 back! Woot.

Just another cool community thing. Germans are so cool.

Wednesday, May 09, 2012

Last Sermon!! (Of seminary career that is...)


Alison Williams

May 9th 2012 at LSTC Augustana Chapel

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Mark 3:1-6
(ESV) Again [Jesus] entered the synagogue, and a man was there with a withered hand. 2 And they watched Jesus, to see whether he would heal him on the Sabbath, so that they might accuse him. 3 And he said to the man with the withered hand, “Come here.” 4 And he said to them, “Is it lawful on the Sabbath to do good or to do harm, to save life or to kill?” But they were silent. 5 And he looked around at them with anger, grieved at their hardness of heart, and said to the man, “Stretch out your hand.” He stretched it out, and his hand was restored. 6  The Pharisees went out and immediately held counsel with the Herodians against him, how to destroy him.
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I've always struggled with the ELCA's catch phrase, “God's work. Our Hands.” I always picture some God on high, sitting on a throne, a cranky old man with his arms crossed, glaring down at us. “Go on. Work. I'm waiting for you. Have you done it yet? Get going. Work faster. Keep working.”

And most of us are Lutherans so we know our salvation is not wrapped up in that work. But I still feel exhausted with the work of life. Of all the shoulds I should do. From picking up that piece of trash in the grass to remembering to call my mother. I will admit I am occasionally (or often!) motivated by guilt. Let's not call it Catholic guilt. We Lutherans have enough.

So sometimes, I find it is easier to stay silent. Don't worry – I have guilt about that, too. But come on. I have a lot to do. These hands, this voice, my body is already tired and I haven't started my first call yet! One more task? Another job to do? One more person or group to be an ally for? Another person I have to explain to what it means to be a woman called to ministry from the very buckle of the bible belt!

Thanks but no thanks. It's easier to stay with the status quo. Keep our welcome statement as it is and not take one more step to become a Reconciling in Christ seminary. To not invest in what it would really mean to welcome all people. Not only our brothers and sisters in Christ of all sexual orientations and gender identities, but our international students, every student, staff, and faculty who doesn't fit that Anglo-Scandinavian-German mold is most commonly expressed here in the ELCA.

And there there are those with disabilities. Some we can identify immediately upon meeting a person, whether someone has a temporarily broken arm or a permanent limp in their walk. Most look like “normal” people and have what we call an invisible disability. Mental health or physical illnesses that cripple the body from within. To assume we must be able to discern a disability by looking at someone is far from true.

We know that Jesus healed many people, most likely with a range of health issues, but in this story, Jesus chooses to approach a man with a withered hand. But this withered hand could just have easily been an internal battle with diabetes or the very thing that you struggle with each day.

So this is when we turn to Jesus, right? Where we begin to watch him. But we aren't the only ones watching and waiting for healing. There are the people of the synagogue, the pharisees, waiting for Jesus. And they're holding their breath to see if he'll break the law. To see if this Jesus will dare defy the law that governs every single aspect of their very lives. I wonder if they looked at Jesus and delighted at the idea of him on a cross??

I picture them standing there, with their arms crossed, mumbling under their breath, “Are you gonna do it? Go on. Work. We dare you. We're waiting.” Looks on their faces that say they've got the law on their side and do not fear this Jesus.

Until Jesus pipes up, knowing exactly what the laws say about doing any work on the Sabbath. It's forbidden. Jesus says, “Is it within the law to do good or bad, to save life or to murder?” There is no easy response to this question. To say anything in response would begin a debate that would shake the very core of the Pharisees faith. The laws that govern their world would no longer have such power. They would have to enter into a relationship with this Jesus. It is easier to stay silent. Stay with the system the way it is. Leave the withered hand withered.

But of course Jesus doesn't play by our rules. Jesus goes and breaks our rules of who can do work in this kingdom and who is incapable. Who is, we might say, handicapped to do God's work with their withered hands.

And while we are not actively plotting against Jesus, I wonder if we doubt God. If we look at this mismatched, rag tag body of Christ that we are and snicker at the thought of Go ddoing work through us. Or maybe it is that the body of Christ has a withered hand and we stay silent.

Jesus speaks into that silence. Tells the man: stretch out your hand.

Can you imagine the emotion passing over the man's face as his pulse quickens? His eyes darting from pharisee to pharisee, from silent face to silent face before casting his eyes to the ground and drawing his withered hand closer. Stretch out this hand? Impossible.

Then he looks up at Jesus, this command to stretch out his hand still hanging in the air, dripping with an authority no one can name.

I imagine the anger and grief that Jesus had at the gathered room melting as he looks in the man's eyes.

And then slowly, the man's hand..... stretches.

God's work. Our hands.

Jesus stretches out our withered hands. God restores our hands! Everything that is withered, God restores. Takes our very lives and stretches them out.

The Pharisees and Herodians conspired against him, yes. The people of God conspired and stretched Jesus out on a cross, yes. But even death cannot defeat Jesus. That body of Christ was raised up on the 3rd day. It was restored.

And we too are restored. This is God's work of restoring. This is our hands.

And as the body of Christ, we do not stay silent. We do not accept laws and rules that exclude ANY people from God's work. From God's church. From a life in Christ.

As you go from this place, as you stay in this place, as you do God's work with your hands, restore other hands. Enable all people to enter this place. Welcome ALL people into Christ. Declare the good news that God has done in you – God's work. Our hands.

Amen. +

Friday, May 04, 2012

Graduation

It's near. Oh so near. Just a week and some change away.

How the time has flown!!! My fellow seniors and I have been reflecting on our time. Some days and weeks seemed to crawl by. Some terrible and others amazing. What a journey...

In many ways I am a new person. I have grown up here in this place and really discovered who I am. I have many mentors and friends who guided me through. I have colleagues for life!

Thank you dear readers for your words, prayers, and reading of this little blog. Xoxo

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Breath and Blessing

Deep peace of the running wave to you.
Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
Deep peace of the shining stars to you.
Deep peace of the infinite peace to you.
             ---A Gaelic Blessing

My spiritual director sent this to me months ago. It stays on my (virtual) desktop amidst my call papers, my essays for class, my to-do lists, recipes, and poetry. I reread it and breathe deeply, if only for a moment or two. Something about it grounds me. Anchors me back into my spiritual connection with creation and the Creator.

Things have been a bit crazy lately in my life. Finding out about first call and anticipating a large change in my community all over again come May and whenever I move to my new synod (Central Southern Wisconisn!). So here's a blessing of peace for you and me and for everyone of us who need a moment to breathe.

Monday, February 06, 2012

On Death

My favorite poet, Wistawa Symborska died last week. This was the day before my god daughter/niece and nephew's babysitter died. This was a week after my grandmother died. And that was the same week a colleague in ministry died. I've had a bit too much death on my plate for the time.

Symborska's poem (translated into English from Polish by Stanislav Baranczak and Clare Cavanaugh) about death says it more beautifully than I can at the moment.

On Death, Without Exaggeration

It can't take a joke,
find a star, make a bridge.
It knows nothing about weaving, mining, farming,
building ships, or baking cakes.

In our planning for tomorrow,
it has the final word,
which is always beside the point.

It can't even get the things done
that are part of its trade:
dig a grave,
make a coffin,
clean up after itself.

Preoccupied with killing,
it does the job awkwardly,
without system or skill.
As though each of us were its first kill.

Oh, it has its triumphs,
but look at its countless defeats,
missed blows,
and repeat attempts!

Sometimes it isn't strong enough
to swat a fly from the air.
Many are the caterpillars
that have outcrawled it.

All those bulbs, pods,
tentacles, fins, tracheae,
nuptial plumage, and winter fur
show that it has fallen behind
with its halfhearted work.

Ill will won't help
and even our lending a hand with wards and coups d'etat
is so far not enough.

Hearts beat inside eggs.
Babies' skeletons grow.
Seeds, hard at work, sprout their first tiny pair of leaves
and sometimes even tall trees far away.

Whoever claims that it's omnipotent
is himself living proof
that it's not.

There's no life
that couldn't be immortal
if only for a moment.

Death
always arrives by that very moment too late.

In vain it tugs at the knob
of the invisible door.
As far as you've come
can't be undone.

Copyright 1998 by Harcourt, Inc.

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Trees and Things

"Christmas Eve will find me where the love light gleams."


Most years I grow weary of close minded people griping about X-Mas, Happy Holidays, and so on. This year, however, there's been a strong response about Christ being in the midst of these.

My favorite, has been about Christmas trees. My atheist or agnostic friends are quick to point out to me that Christmas trees are not Christian. I enjoy the moment when they are shocked at my agreeing with them. Christmas trees were not present at the birth of Christ (nor were whales, octopi, or lobsters, but I love that scene in Love, Actually). And I'm okay with it. And I'd cry if there were no tree up in my mom's house this Christmas.

Why the tie? What's the point of putting up a tree, more capable it would seem of celebrating winter solstice than Christ?

For me, it has to do with that line in "I'll be home for Christmas" and a God who promises to shine in our darkness. Last year, all alone in Montana, I had a tiny little tree with one strand of lights. It didn't feel like home. The one time I felt like I was home was sitting in the church at night, with only the grand Christmas tree lit up. That glow, that "love-light" is Emmanuel, God with us. That glow is home. That glow is love.

Besides, Christ hung on a tree for us. That speaks some profound love that no darkness can conquer.

(Photo by Eric Renshaw. Taken at Opryland Hotel, where I go every year to see this tree and all the decor.)

Tuesday, December 06, 2011

Cranky

I would love to tell you that being in ministry means that no one is jerk, no one takes advantage of others, and everything is hymn singing and harmonies. But I'd be lying.

It's the end of the semester. A long but fast semester as it turns out. I'm still two papers away from the end of this semester (graduation in May...) and I've got little energy to put towards those papers, much less anything else.

But then something comes up and I find myself absolutely hating someone. I'm being vague intentionally and I'm sorry that I have to be. But it doesn't really matter as the issue is not the person,  but the hate.

I'm not one to hate. I just don't. I find that I go back to anyone I have issues with and we resolve them, even if we can never return to the level of trust and intimacy we had previously. I don't like burning bridges, etc. I'm friends (in some sense of the word) with all of my exes and two good friends who really hurt me.

What do you do when the issues can't be resolved? When you've made the effort again and again (and again) to figure out how to be in relationship with a person and you keep getting walked on? I'm at a loss.

And yet, as a soon-to-be-pastor, I feel as if I should be moving towards forgiving. I should let grace abound and get over it. I should move on. What's that whole thing about forgiveness being for the person forgiving, not the one being forgiving? Don't hold on to hate. Etc., etc..

Perhaps it is too soon. Perhaps I'm just up to my ears in emotion and need to give myself a few years to cool off....