Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Let the children come to me!

We have been members of St. Mark for nearly four years now - four very happy years.  Our path to finding our "forever faith home" at St. Mark was not an easy one for our family, and because of the struggle of finding a good fit, I remain deeply grateful for the rich blessings our St. Mark family provides.  Among those blessings is the truly welcoming and accepting way in which the congregation treats its youngest members.  I value and appreciate how much a part of worship our children are - even with their noise and tears and tendencies to run up and down the center aisle.  

I appreciate the effort it takes on the part of the congregation to be so inclusive to children, and I also appreciate the effort it takes to be the parent of these small children.  Thus, I hope you enjoy this article as much as I did, because it echoed loudly for me as both a parent and as a member of our broader faith family.

This article was written by blogger Jamie Bruesehoff, who writes at http://iamtotallythatmom.blogspot.com/.  The article appeared on Huffington Post on September 14, 2013:

"You are doing something really, really important. I know it's not easy. I see you with your arms overflowing, and I know you came to church already tired. Parenting is tiring. Really tiring.
I watch you bounce and sway trying to keep the baby quiet, juggling the infant car seat and the diaper bag as you find a seat. I see you wince as your child cries. I see you anxiously pull things out of your bag of tricks to try to quiet them.
And I see you with your toddler and your preschooler. I watch you cringe when your little girl asks an innocent question in a voice that might not be an inside voice let alone a church whisper. I hear the exasperation in your voice as you beg your child to just sit, to be quiet as you feel everyone's eyes on you. Not everyone is looking, but I know it feels that way.
I know you're wondering, is this worth it? Why do I bother? I know you often leave church more exhausted than fulfilled. But what you are doing is so important.
When you are here, the church is filled with a joyful noise. When you are here, the Body of Christ is more fully present. When you are here, we are reminded that this worship thing we do isn't about bible study or personal, quiet contemplation but coming together to worship as a community where all are welcome, where we share in the Word and Sacrament together. When you are here, I have hope that these pews won't be empty in 10 years when your kids are old enough to sit quietly and behave in worship. I know that they are learning how and why we worship now, before it's too late. They are learning that worship is important.
I see them learning. In the midst of the cries, whines, and giggles, in the midst of the crinkling of pretzel bags and the growing pile of crumbs, I see a little girl who insists on going two pews up to share peace with someone she's never met. I hear a little boy slurping (quite loudly) every last drop of his communion wine out of the cup, determined not to miss a drop of Jesus. I watch a child excitedly color a cross and point to the one in the front of the sanctuary. I hear the echos of "Amens" just a few seconds after the rest of the community says it together. I watch a boy just learning to read try to sound out the words in the worship book or count his way to Hymn 672. Even on weeks when I can't see my own children learning because, well, it's one of those mornings, I can see your children learning.
I know how hard it is to do what you're doing, but I want you to know it matters. It matters to me. It matters to my children to not be alone in the pew. It matters to the congregation to know that families care about faith, to see young people... and even on those weeks when you can't see the little moments, it matters to your children.
It matters that they learn that worship is what we do as a community of faith, that everyone is welcome, that their worship matters. When we teach children that their worship matters, we teach them that they are enough right here and right now as members of the church community. They don't need to wait until they can believe, pray or worship a certain way to be welcome here, and I know adults who are still looking to be shown that. It matters that children learn that they are an integral part of this church, that their prayers, their songs, and even their badly (or perfectly-timed, depending on who you ask) cries and whines are a joyful noise because it means they are present.
I know it's hard, but thank you for what you do when you bring your children to church. Please know that your family -- with all of its noise, struggle, commotion, and joy -- are not simply tolerated, you are a vital part of the community gathered in worship."

Friday, September 20, 2013

Come to the Table



Come to the Table

My favorite part of the day usually has a predictable answer: dinnertime.  The food itself is satisfying and delicious, but I love mealtime because of what else it offers:  the chance to feed and nurture our relationship as a family.  Although I am the one who prepares most of the meals, dinner does not arrive on the table by my hands alone.  Indeed, it takes many, for there is a table to set, candles to light, hands to wash, and drinks to be poured.  Sometimes, there are invitations to extend:  to grandparents who live nearby; to friends; to neighbors.  Finally, we are all seated around the table, ready to offer a prayer and share in the meal.    

Occasionally, there are tears shed at our table.  Most times, there is laughter.  We share the highs and the lows of our day.  We talk about challenges and obstacles we’ve faced; we discuss difficult events and topics.  We celebrate triumphs and successes.  At the dinner table, we seek comfort, we provide solace, and we receive gifts of grace.  Each person intuits how much he or she belongs at that table, how it never feels quite the same without him. We know dinnertime to be safe and affirming, warm and inviting.  We know there is always a place for us at the table.      

It’s not so different from the table that has been prepared for our faith family. 

The most important role of youth ministry is to foster faith formation through relationships with individuals and with the church body as a whole.  When I look around the youth gathered at our church’s table, I am astounded by who I see.  We have some amazing athletes – soccer players, tennis pros, swimmers, rowers, horseback riders, basketball players.  We have very talented musicians – piano, brass, and woodwind players; budding guitarists; singers.  We have avid readers, and dedicated scholars.  We have award-winning writers.  We have funny and witty humorists; we have generous and compassionate friends.  Some at the table are outgoing and chatty; others are thoughtful and reserved.  All of those gathered at the table are filled with light, and with the desire to let their light shine. 

The youth at our table are, quite literally, hungry.  Have you heard that about teenagers, that their stomachs are bottomless pits?  They look forward to snacks at Sunday School and treats during youth group gatherings.  They are also hungry for the insight and knowledge of living a Christ-centered life.  They desire a place where they feel loved and cared for, unconditionally, by everyone at the table.  They seek a place where they might shed tears and unburden themselves of worry, and share laughter as they celebrate success. Our youth hunger for the acceptance and grace that a faith family provides.  They thirst for inclusion into all areas of the life of this congregation, and for the open invitation to do so. 

I wonder, then, if you have joined us at the table?  For there is room for everyone here, and it does not feel the same without you among us.  Our young people are seated at the table, bringing their own gifts and provisions to share.  They hunger and thirst for the gifts our faith family can offer, gifts that many of you have given:  making treats for summer Breakfast Bunch; donating board games; hosting a pool party; contributing materials and supplies.  Perhaps others of you might consider sharing your gifts as well.  You might bring snacks or make treats for youth group events.  You might volunteer to serve as a faith partner by making the commitment to pray regularly, engage in conversation, and send cards on special occasions to your youth partner.  You might encourage them to offer their gifts of music during worship, or to serve as a reader during the lessons.  You might engage them in conversation about a shared interest:  an upcoming sports event; a popular book or new music album.  You might step into the role of serving as a youth advisor.  You might tell them how happy you are to see them on Sunday morning.  You might pray for them.

Dear faith family, come to the table.  There is a placeholder with your name on it, awaiting your arrival.  Join us; feed and be fed; give and receive the gifts of love and grace; help to nurture, sustain, and grow the relationships we have with our young people as we feast together on the bread of life.




Thursday, September 19, 2013

Award-winning poet



Did you hear the news?  We have an award-winning poet among us!  Theresa recently won a writing competition for her poetry submission.  Even cooler than winning the competition, her poem will be painted on the side of city buses for all of Charlottesville to enjoy!  Be on the lookout for the bus sporting this beautiful poem on its side:  

River

The water flows
Tumbling down a hill
Over stones and moss
Wet sprays across the forest floor
Tumbling down a hill
Dropping off a worn cliff
Wet sprays across the forest floor
Gurgling into a swell

Dropping off a worn cliff
Crashing into the sandy bank
Gurgling into a swell
Clear and clean, ever moving



CONGRATULATIONS, Theresa!  We are so proud of you!!

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Fit and Fun!

Fitness and fellowship for a fabulous cause - what could be better?  Saturday, September 14 was a brisk, beautiful fall morning - a perfect setting for the Gene Arnold Memorial Area Special Olympics race! About 25 or so of us from St. Mark gathered in the early morning for the start of the event, and enjoyed a gorgeous walk along the rolling hills of Charlottesville.  One especially happy addition to our group was the appearance of none other than Cosmo - what a character!!  Some photos from the event:

A partial group photo - we're huddled together for warmth!

Cosmo, meeting a fellow canine.

C and C!
A most-of-the-group photo

En route

Still smilin'!
Perfecting our three-legged walk!
  What a perfect start to the day!  A huge thank you to everyone who came out to support the Special Olympic athletes as a whole and our two favorite athletes, WZ and CH.  Woo hoo!!

Monday, September 9, 2013

Rally Day

Carry the cross and follow me - Luke 14:27

Rally Day was a huge success!  Everyone was invited to the Fellowship Hall for singing, crafting, praying, eating, and preparing for the new year of Sunday School! 

Decorating wooden crosses (used later during the processional of "Lift High the Cross") was a big hit:




On hand and waiting to glitterize the crosses!

B dancing with his mom


Our fearless musical leader!

Listening to the different ways we can take up our cross to follow Jesus...




What a feast!


Juice, a donut, and a cross necklace:  all ringing endorsements for why we love Sunday School!!

Our bell standard bearers, ready to lead!

The children, waiting in the Narthex to process their crosses
 "Lift High the Cross, the Love of Christ Proclaim; 
Till All the World Adore His Sacred Name!"