Summer Mission Project 2014

The First Ever/First Annual Summer Mission Project was one for the books!  What an amazing week we had in D.C., serving the communities in both relational and labor-intensive work ministry through the national organization called Youth Works.  Our team of 6 high school youth and 2 adult advisors returned with full hearts and many stories to share, as well as a renewed enthusiasm for mission work.  Although we have returned home, our mission is, in some ways, just beginning, as we are called to go forth and continue serving like Jesus by building and nurturing relationships in our own communities and helping those in need.

Car Selfie with 7/8 of us showing.. not bad!

On the last night of our mission trip, I provided a paragraph frame for each of us in the group to complete.  I've recorded everyone's reflections here, and interspersed some photos from the trip.  We have so much more to share, though, than the snippits recorded here.  Please seek us out and ask us to tell you about our week in D.C...

Touring the National Mall

Such a powerful monument - we raced to the top of the Lincoln, Rocky-style.

"My week of service in D.C. was amazing.  At first, it was uncomfortable.  Then it was fun.  Also, it was eye-opening.  My week of service in D.C. was uplifting."

Playing freeze-in-place games on the Metro (with Emilee, our site director)

Happy Birthday Nate!

"My week of service in D.C. was very meaningful and fulfilling because I got to help many people.  At first, I was shy, but now I feel as if I was able to get together with the group and do some great work.  Then as a group, we got more quality work done than when I was shy.  Also, the week here helped better establish some friendships with people from our church in addition the people we had been helping.  My week of service in D.C. was important."

Painted on the wall at CCNV

Also on the walls of CCNV (portrait of Mitch Snyder, the activist who founded CCNV)

Enjoying the self-taught pianist Howard.  Two very beautiful souls, side by side.

"My week of service in D.C. was rewarding, and conflicting.  At first, I was scared that none of the kids would like me and that our group wouldn't get along.  Then, I realized kids from other churches were very rude, but our church got along great.  Also, the old person's home was a little boring and awkward at first, bu the second day was much better.  My week of service in D.C. was rewarding from the service."

Arlington National Cemetery and the grave of a dear friend's father, who died on September 11, 2001 at the Pentagon.

"My week of service in D.C. was amazing because I saw how lucky I am and that I helped.  At first, I was scared that the people we helped would be ungrateful.  Then, we didn't work with them, we just helped ready the stuff.  Also, our group was cool and we had fun. My week of service in D.C. was amazing."  

Official YouthWorks banner.  J. is waaaay better at selfies than I am.

"My week of service was filled with new perspective and a renewed faith in the goodness of humanity.  At first, I worried that I would not enjoy relational mission work.  Then, I saw how much need existed.  Also, I walked away with a deeper commitment to building community and strengthening relationships.  My week of service was filled with new perspective and a renewed faith in the goodness of humanity."

Endless rounds of BS while waiting for dinner to be served (Paul was conducting official church business on his phone)

"My week of service in D.C. was different than I expected, and rewarding to be with our group.  At first, I felt out of touch and shy.  Then everyone was so genuine and nice I felt comfortable and welcomed.  Also, it was easier to follow good leadership than to lead.  My week of service ewas not perfect but I feel like I helped."

An awesome little adventure at a park in Arlington near where we stayed.

"My week of service in D.C. was uplifting.  At first, it was intimidating.  Then, it was exciting.  Also, it was a good experience.  My week of service in D.C. was uplifting."

Group pics!  The entire group of 60; the two groups with St. Mark folk; St. Mark Church with the YW staff

"My week of service in D.C. was rewarding and educational.  At first, it was a little hard to get used to the way things were done and the beliefs of other people.  Then I accepted the differences and began to simply enjoy helping the people in need.  Also our adventures away from the big group were fun.  My week of service in D.C. was rewarding and educational."

I like to call this the Dream Team.  I dreamed of leading a Summer Mission Project... and they answered the call.

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And the mark of a truly good trip? is when the team starts talking about NEXT year's trip, what we will do, where we will go.... (and just wait until you hear about one of the possibilities!)  I am indebted to this amazing group of youth, along with my fantastic co-leader, Paul, for making my dream a reality.

"I have set you an example that you should do as I have done for you."  

-Jesus (John 13:15).

Rite of Passage: Confirmation

Sunday was a joyous day in the life of this congregation as we witnessed the affirmation of faith by our 5 Confirmands.  This close-knit group were positively luminous on Sunday morning, shining their light and affirming what was begun for them years ago at baptism.  

The (so-named) Rainbowlicious Unicons, bookended by Pastor Sandy and me:

Dear Confirmands,

These past two years of teaching you, and being with you, have filled me with such joy and happiness.  When I think back to the earliest days of our time together, I am amazed at how far we have come as a group, and how much each of you has grown individually.  My favorite parts of the Rainbowlicious Unicons include listening to the questions you ask; hearing you express ideas, reflections and observations; and watching as you‘ve learned to care for one another.   Through your willingness to open up, to share your stories, to connect, and to reach out, you have created a solid community; I am so grateful to be a small part of that community.  We each have different hobbies, interests, and perspectives, yet we share a common love of Christ and a desire to know God better, and we seek to encourage and support each other along the way.  You are truly inspiring to me!

On this day of your Confirmation, my wish is that you carry with you three things:  First, know that God loves you, no matter what.  God loves you, God cares for you, God is always with you.  Also, remember that God’s presence is everywhere, sometimes where we least expect it. Keep your eyes and ears and hearts open to receiving the Godsights that surround us every day; pause and appreciate their beauty.  Finally, understand that you are a bright, shining light, and that you are called to bring forth light into dark places.  “You are the light of the world… let your light so shine before others so they may see your good works and give glory to your Father in heaven.”  -Matthew 5: 14-16.

AB, BB, WH, RG, and NK –  thank you for being a constant source of brightness and light in my life.    

Anne

Walk through Holy Week

Youth Group met on Palm Sunday this year; it was the perfect opportunity to give Holy Week some deliberate attention and reflection.  In reading through old blog posts of my favorite progressive Christian, an ELCA pastor named Nadia Bolz-Weber, I stumbled upon a Stations of the Cross walk she'd done some years ago.  Inspired by what a powerful experience it must have been for many, I wanted to do something similar for our youth.  With some help and support, I pulled together a "Walk Through Holy Week" that started with Palm Sunday and ended with the celebration of the risen Lord on Easter Sunday.  Each of the stations included banners that hang in the Sanctuary during Lent, scripture readings, the chalice and bread, a basin and pitcher, several different crosses, flowers, and palm branches.  The walk through Holy Week began in the Narthex, progressed through the Sanctuary, and ended back in the Narthex.  

At each of the stations, the youth and advisors listened to the scripture being read, reflected on what they heard, and looked closely at the visuals before them.  Because this story is one we've all heard many times before, I suggested that the participants to pay attention to something new, or something they hadn't noticed before, something that stood out to them in a way they hadn't noticed.  I asked them to reflect on the story, to make connections to their own lives and experiences.  I asked them to imagine themselves as if this story were happening today....

And so we began.  Most had attended worship that morning, so our first stop, Palm Sunday, was brief.  We remarked at how welcomed Jesus was when he first arrived in Jerusalem, how the crowd loved him and revered him.  They greeted him with"Glory, Laud, and Honor," just as we had sung that morning.  Several remarked a sense of foreboding in Palm Sunday, even though it was supposed to be a parade, a celebration...

In the first station in the Sanctuary, we reflected on betrayal and doubt:  Peter's denial; Judas' betrayal; the heavy doubt that seemingly filled the hearts of so many.  We read Matthew 26: 47-56 and John 18: 15-27.  We felt angry for Jesus in the way in which his friends betrayed him.  Several spoke of how difficult it is to forgive someone after a betrayal.  We talked about Jesus' experience in the Garden, as his friends fell asleep around him.  We talked about Bearing Witness, and that Jesus had needed his friends to Bear Witness.... instead, they slumbered.

We reflected on Maundy Thursday, when Jesus washes his disciples' feet, then breaks bread, shares wine, and delivers the instruction:  Do this in remembrance of me.  A few among us had never heard about the foot washing.  We shared stories, connections, and powerful reflections on these acts of love and provision.  We noticed how the disciples gathered for a meal, laying down around the table instead of sitting upright.  We remembered how we quite literally broke bread during our Summer Mission Project dinner the week before. We read Matthew 26: 26-29 and John 13: 1-20

Solemnly, we reflected on the crucifixion and death of Jesus.  One person observed how heavy the cross must have been, and how someone else carried that burden for Jesus.  We talked about the varied reactions reflected in the picture to Jesus' crucifixion.  We read John 19: 1-28.  We scratched our heads at Pilate, feeling very conflicted.  Why didn't he follow his conscience?  Why did he cave, bow, give in to peer pressure?  Some discovered that Pilate wasn't actually as "evil" as they'd come to believe he was during the stories they'd heard as young children.  And yet - he still condemned Jesus to die on the cross.

We waited.  We reflected on the tomb, marveling at how heavily guarded it was.  We read Matthew 27: 27-66 and John 20: 1-10.  

We celebrated!  (Cautiously and quietly, of course - after all, it is still Lent.)  He is Risen!  Alleluia!!  Easter morning - we read Matthew 28: 1-10 and John 20: 11-18.  We remarked on how joyful and relieved the women in the picture looked.  One among us observed how fitting it was that women were the ones to discover the empty tomb:  women bring forth new life, in birth; it is only fitting, therefore, that women would discover the empty tomb of our Risen Lord.  

And then we listened to selected poems and music from http://www.theliturgists.com. We discussed and made connections to “Friday,” “We Believe,” and “Garden.”

I invited anyone who wanted to experience foot washing - either in the washing or having their feet washed - to come forward for the experience.  Some chose to have their feet washed, or to wash others'.  Others bore witness.  We talked about what a humbling, intimate kindness it is to wash another's feet.  We talked again of Jesus and how he washed his disciples' feet.

Our Walk through Holy Week was meaningful and powerful.  With clean feet and a deepened understanding, many of us walked away with a renewed sense of gratitude and love for God, who gave us God's only Son, and for Jesus, who died to save us.  We left with heightened anticipation for the week ahead, and for the celebration that is to come....

On Friendship and Faith

This blog has suffered much neglect these past few weeks, but soon, that will be remedied. Our calendar has been overflowing with rich and engaging youth ministry experiences; the blog has necessarily taken a back seat.  But - to get back on track - I read an article this morning that was too important not to share right away.  It serves as an excellent reminder of what the youth and children among us have to offer our greater church family, especially in the relationships and friendships formed, nurtured, and valued - transcending generations.

I found this story at Vibrant Faith at Home; I'm reposting here:

The Last Pew in Back 

by Michael Theisen

Sarah was seven when she met Evelyn for the first time, who easily had a 75 year head start on life. Sarah, the oldest of three, was given the “big job” of watching her younger brother and sister as together they occupied the last pew of the church during the 5:00 pm Saturday Worship Service. They always sat in that last pew, and always at the same service, because it was the closest one to the doors where her parents were stationed in their weekly role as “greeters”.

Sarah thought Evelyn looked lonely sitting all by herself in the pew so at the end of worship she leaned over and offered her one of the pictures she had drawn, along with a smile and a short seven-year old introduction, causing Evelyn to smile too, a first for her that day. The following Saturday at 5 pm Evelyn showed up in the pew next to Sarah again and the picture exchange was repeated, this time before worship started, along with a few more back and forth exchanges. The next several weeks turned into months and the months into five years as Sarah, then twelve, and Evelyn exchanged many more stories than pictures on Saturdays at 5:00 pm. Evelyn wanted to know how was Sarah was doing in school? Did she make the play? Where did she go on vacation? Did she work out the problem with her neighbor friend? Their weekly reunions in the last pew in the back had become a highlight for both.

Later that year, Evelyn began missing worship, and after the third week in a row, Sarah grew worried. During the reading of the prayers, Sarah heard Evelyn’s name read aloud under the list of those who had passed away that week. She turned to her parents, tears already on her cheeks and cried, “I have to go to her funeral!”  Sarah’s mom held onto Sarah and tried to comfort her. She said that the funeral would most likely be during school, but Sarah didn’t care, she had to say goodbye to her 5:00 Saturday friend.

The wake was held later that week at the church. As Sarah walked toward the casket that held Evelyn, she was encircled by a group of strangers who were all staring at her. “I bet you’re Sarah,” one of the women said with tears forming in her eyes. “Yes I am,” Sarah replied with surprise, “how did you know?” “Oh, we know all about you!” a man said who was standing next to the woman. “Evelyn was our Mother, and you were her favorite reason to come to church.”

As he said this, his sister held up a stack of slightly wrinkled color drawings. “Up until yesterday these decorated our Mother’s refrigerator for the past five years. Some weeks she wasn’t really up to going to church, but she would insist saying, ‘I have to see my friend Sarah!’ You were a Godsend to her and we had hoped you would come today so we could finally meet you in person and thank you for making her feel so welcomed at church.”

I first heard Sarah share this story on a youth retreat as a senior in high school, explaining why she chose to become a greeter at the age of thirteen, and how she now finds herself standing alongside her parents behind the last pew in church as they welcome those coming to the Saturday 5:00 pm Worship.

As a parent, do you ever wonder if the choices you make have any impact upon your children? We may believe our efforts go for naught or that we are just going through the motions as a family, but the reality is that what we do as parents matter… a lot! May we never lose sight of the eyes that are always upon us and the hearts that are still being formed by what we do and how we do it.

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Indeed, how could I not think of my own children when I read this?  The most highly anticipated moment of church each Sunday for Pax is the time just after communion.  His weekly ritual includes a solemn receiving of the bread and wine, usually accompanied by a loud "Amen." Every week, I remind him to walk back nicely to the pew, and every week, he darts ahead of me, just out of reach, to smack the banner hanging in the side aisle on the way back.  He run-walks ahead, bypassing our pew until he reaches the very back, where his Buddy (Mr. N.) is running the sound system.  Pax sneaks in under his arm, quiet as a mouse (which is, in itself, remarkable, as those who sit near us can attest).  Sometimes, he helps with pushing a few buttons.  Other times, he stands and watches. Always, he is welcomed, included, and embraced.  A little later, Pax returns to our pew, his breath fresh from the tic tacs he gets from Mr. N.  He looks at me and grins.

Their friendship?  It matters.... in the eyes that are watching, the hearts that are growing, the faith that is forming.

A mile in her shoes

"Don't judge a person until you've walked a mile in her shoes."

During our continuing conversation on homelessness, our youth groups had the chance to experience - quite literally - what it feels like to walk in another's shoes.  We piled our shoes into one big lump in the middle of the room, then re-distributed them to new wearers.  We noticed our pleasure in a new style; our pain in shoes that were too tight; our clumsy steps in overlarge sneakers.  We observed that our trek from the undercroft to the fellowship hall was awkward, difficult to navigate the stairs, and downright uncomfortable at times.  

Later, we metaphorically walked in the shoes of our PACEM guests - those women who are finding shelter in our church home for two week's worth of nights.  We absorbed the cots on which they sleep, the large room, the proximity to other guests, the aspects of sleeping in a fellowship hall with a dozen other people that may prove challenging.  We imagined ourselves in their shoes, in their circumstances, in their struggles to meet basic life-sustaining needs.

We listened to a reading from Matthew, chapter 25: 31-46, with a particular focus on 37-40:

Then the good people will answer, "Lord, when did we see you hungry and give you food, or thirsty and give you something to drink?  When did we see you alone and away from home and invite you into our house?  When did we see you without clothes and give you something to wear?  When did we see you sick or in prison and care for you?"  Then the King will answer, "I tell you the truth, anything you did for even the least of my people here, you also did for me."  

We remembered that we are called to love our neighbor as ourselves, and the best way in which we can show our love for God is to take care of the least of God's people on earth.

It was a powerful reminder of who we are and what we are called to do.

Pizza and Skating!

At the end of January, our group met up on a Friday night for an evening of delicious pizza and two hours of ice skating.  What a fun night!!  Highlights included playing tag around the rink, racing each other while dodging the masses, "ghosting" people as they skated, and generally goofing off and being silly.  We decided that next time, we want to be the ones to drive the Zamboni around the rink... (which might appeal to N. a bit more than the skates did!)

It was a fantastic night of fellowship and friendship. Yay!

The Year in Review

What a year it's been - enjoy!!

(Click here for an awesome slide show presentation.....)