Hello everyone.

After spending the morning outside and miserable, wishing I was inside, we’ve decided to make a change for tomorrow. I know, the sun will peek out, but with the injuries, illnesses, soon-to-be illnesses, and general dislike for uncomfortably chilly Sunday mornings, we will NOT be having our service at the Cleona park tomorrow.

Our service WILL be at the Bridge.

We will still be helping with Fall Fest clean up, at 9:00am at the Cleona park, if you can make it, but we will leave around 10-10:15 and return to the Bridge for the service. Again, we will NOT be having our service outside at the Cleona park tomorrow, we WILL be at the Bridge. Please tell your friends to join us at the Bridge!

Love & Peace

I have been spending the last too long starting and re-starting this post, searching for the right words and tone. But there isn’t a right tone. We’re in the middle of election season. This is the wondrous season of junk mail, unknown phone numbers on the caller ID, so many radio/print/internet/television advertisements (so many!!!), and very self-righteous social media posts.
Like everyone else, I love it! It’s so great to have the opportunity to choose between the two most qualified candidates in the nation, to look honestly at the issues and respectfully discuss their merits… See, there isn’t a proper tone, that sarcasm sure won’t do, and honesty sounds like despair. But there is a more important conversation to be had in this depressing climate.
The last two pieces of junk mail I received had these 2 large, bold-faced, primary messages:
“Vote Against Katie McGinty.” And “I Just Can’t Do It. I Don’t Know What I’ll Do Instead, But I Can’t Do That.”
The anti-Katie ad had no alternative offered on their propaganda, “paid for by Americans For Prosperity, not authorized by any candidate or candidate’s committee.”
The other was an anti-Trump message, but it was paid for by the Pennsylvania Democratic Party. Again, no alternative, even though they, ostensibly, have one. But there was NO MENTION of their candidate. Only an announcement that they have no idea what to do instead. What? Really? No Vote Hilary? No Vote 4 Clinton?
No Yes, just two No’s.
This is no surprise, we’ve been fed this type of negative press for so long now, it’s expected.
But it leads us straight into a far more interesting (and damaging) space.
Religion has been exactly like these political machines.
Following God appears to be no more than an endless list of rules, regulations, and Don’t’s. One hoop after another of things we have to do, or more accurately, things we shall not do. The story clearly begins in Genesis 3 (cleverly omitting the first 2 chapters and the ‘made in the image’ obstacle) and labels us, first and foremost, sinners. The story is about what we must not do (sin management) and avoiding eternal damnation. The story’s theme is fear.
It’s an anti message, delivered from behind an imposing pulpit, arms folded in an entirely negative posture. There is no point to look to, no arms to run into, just a super scary scene to run from.
And the outcome remains the same, superficiality, image over depth, whitewashed tombs, and it has to – a negative motivation rarely changes anyone’s life.
The thing is, the Book (and, certainly, the God) that inspires this kind of faulty theology never stood on a negative platform. There are things not to do (sometimes, you have to tell your 4 year old not to touch the stove), but there is always something to do instead (paint, build, create).
Don’t just not take their stuff, but be generous with yours. Don’t just not hate them, but love them instead.
Living into a Yes is the kind of thing that can really lead to authentic transformation, where you used to be one thing and now you are something else, a New Creation.
I’m tired of this election season, and I’m tired of the old, misguided, religion. We’re part of a culture that is rejecting it because we want a Yes, we want a new Story to live into.
Thankfully, that Story has been there all along, we just have to step into it.

We started a series on The 5 Love Languages, based on the book by Gary Chapman.  It’s a great book that can change lives.  The book is based on marriage, but we feel it can change all relationships.  Chad and Angel are teaching this together.  We hope you enjoy it.

This Sunday, we will begin a series on The 5 Love Languages, by Gary Chapman.

The idea is that we give, and receive, love in different ways. If we are expressing our love to  someone in a certain way and that someone doesn’t connect our ‘certain way’ with love, then we will constantly be misunderstanding each other, sadly feeling more and more empty, a downward spiral of confusion, disappointment, loneliness, and resentment.

It would be impossible for me to overstate the importance of this concept in my life. Everytime I try to describe it, I sound like a voice-over for a reality show, “THE BIGGEST/MOST SHOCKING (rose ceremony, challenge, elimination, whatever) EVER.” So, I’ll try not to do that.

This morning, I heard another story that broke my heart (it seems there’s one every day!!), I ask “why?” How did it ever get so bad? What could have been so broken to make them feel that was a reasonable solution? And the answer is the same as it’s always been – love. You know what it feels like when he looks at you like he has been waiting to see you, like there is no one else on earth that he would have rather seen? Or, when she looks at you, whispers, “I’m so proud of you,” and she may as well have giant red hearts in her eyes like a cartoon character? When you open a gift from out of the clear blue sky, for no reason at all, and it is just perfect? When you stand in line and he reaches over and takes your hand in his own and the volume on the world gets turned down, when the noise becomes music? When you get home and he has already done the first 2 things on the to-do list, before you’ve even made the to-do list? You know what those things feel like? Well, some people don’t.

We (and by we, I mean me) have to start with loving each other well, in our own languages, so maybe the next story we hear will heal instead of break, reconciliation instead of separation, connection instead of the familiar drifting apart, repair instead of another dismantling. All of this starts this Sunday, at 10:30, please join us.

Sunday mornings are usually a perfect contrast for me. My body and spirit are tired, spent after cracking my soul open and giving everything I have, giving everything I am. At the same time, I am absolutely refreshed. The act of corporate worship is this gorgeous life-giving privilege, and the only word to describe the state of my being is grateful. It’s a paradox, and one I have grown quite accustomed to welcoming.
Last Sunday was different. After the talk, I could only sit and stare through the windows of the sanctuary. Before we entered into our service, I was excited to give the message, excited to share what I had learned and in anticipation for what it could mean to us, as a group, and to the heart of each person, individually. But with each passing second, each word uttered, the weight of the moment multiplied. My emotions spiked, with elation giving way to intense sadness. The joy of the message transforming into the grief at the brokenness that makes that message so sweet.
We prayed and said our ‘Amen,’ and I quickly turned and collapsed into the front pew (where no one ever sits), my front pew. Several tears ran down my cheeks and my heart broke, again. There was no refreshment, only exhaustion and heartbreak.
Once everyone was gone, I left and sat quietly at home until I could take the walls no longer and went to the gym to process the confusion of the morning under a thick layer of sweat and the old album (new to me) from Dave Hause. What happened? Why was it so awful? How could I have mistaken the message so fully, I was giddy less than 2 hours earlier? I wondered if everyone was as thrashed as I was.
But, here’s the surprising thing that I learned: It was heavy, heartbreaking and difficult. But that didn’t make it awful. That I was thrashed doesn’t make it bad. I didn’t misunderstand anything. It was exciting. See, our culture kneels at the altar of the convenient and the easy. We say things like, “if it’s meant to be, it’ll happen” implying that if it’s hard, if it requires something of us, it must not be our path. That if it’s uncomfortable, then maybe we should re-think our decision. We’ve decided that pain and struggle are clear signs that we’ve done something wrong.
So, when I felt such a weight on my spirit, I immediately linked it with something negative. But I was wrong. That weight was significance, meaning.
Listen to what I wrote a few paragraphs earlier: The joy of the message transforming into the grief at the brokenness that makes that message so sweet.
The thing that causes the joy IS the brokenness. How can you know rescue if you’ve never known slavery? How can you savor the sunshine if you’ve never felt the cold rain? We are first guilty, then pardoned through this amazing grace – If we don’t understand the ‘guilt,’ how can we soak in grace? How can we know just how ‘amazing’ it is?
In The Dark Knight Rises, when Batman defeats Bane, it’s obviously awesome, but it’s only awesome because he had been broken first. His back, his spirit, his will were left in pieces. He had to get up, had to fight. His struggle was not a sign of failure, it was the setting for the most beautiful victory.
There’s a saying, “Nothing worth having is ever easy,” and that’s mostly true. Maybe that’s why in our culture of comfortability, where everything is so superficial and disposable, we don’t have much thats ‘worth having.’
It’s hard to stay married. It’s hard to stay healthy. It’s hard to examine ourselves. It’s very hard to grow. It’s hard to continue…
We have to acknowledge that we are broken (and I know that’s a terrible discovery) before we can be fixed. But in the repaired version of ourselves, we are stronger, deeper, better on the other side than we thought was possible.
Had I known how difficult it would be, I would’ve probably changed things.
I’m so thankful I didn’t.

Grace’s performance: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uM_9Rb4ktu0