The Times They Are A-Changing by Christine White

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The 60s changed the world forever. It was ushered in by Ozzie and Harriet and ended with All in the Family and Laugh In. It taught us that might does not make right and that when our leaders fail us we can find our voice and let them know by writing letters or marching in protest marches. The 60s marked the beginning of the Civil Rights Movement, the Feminist Movement, the LGBT Movement and the Anti-War/Peace Movement, all movements started by "we the people."

It also was the beginning of change in how we look at God and Church. "What would Jesus do? " (WWJD) became a rallying cry for those not so concerned with what we believe about Jesus but rather how does knowing Jesus change how we live? How do I live the stories of the Good Samaritan and the Prodigal Son in a world that still has people being killed (or hated) for being different? For being Jewish? Lesbian/Gay/Transgender? Black? Muslim? The list goes on...

Jesus taught us to pray saying " May your will be done on earth as it is in heaven." Not the politician's will. Not the church leader's will. Not the will of the autocrats of the world. God's will. We may not agree on what God's will is, but we have Jesus's stories to guide us. You and I have the right to determine God's will as much as anyone else. The 60s taught us that.

One of my favorite phrases from MCC is "Come as you are, believing as you do." My belief system is constantly changing but it is nice to know that there is a place where I am welcomed whatever my beliefs about God are. I am welcomed in all my weirdness.

Finding God by Dusty Geiger

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When I first came to MCCGSL I was scared. My heart was pounding; but I walked in anyway. I came because friends invited me. They ushered me over to a woman named Mama Cathy. She must have seen the deer in the headlights look on my face. She wrapped her arms around me, gave me a huge hug, her warmth enveloping me; and I believe that was the Holy Spirit. I was able to hear God differently in a way that felt truthful. For many years I had struggled to understand and find comfort with God when I heard “God loves you BUT . . .” At this church I didn’t hear the BUT and became receptive to hearing more.

I joined the Covenant Family that Mama Cathy and Jake led and there continued to find the truth I had been seeking. Our group had people from all types of religious backgrounds. So, we talked about our beliefs and the questions we had. Truth grew. God found me and I found God through these people. I participated in the Creating a Life that Matters (CLM) class where I expanded my relationship with the Holy. My faith and concept of God broadened. As my understanding of God and scripture grew, I became confident in my ability to explain MCC as a denomination and the beliefs that are a part of Metropolitan Community Churches. I became comfortable giving back what I was so freely given.

I helped out with Pride; there I saw and heard incredible interactions. I witnessed our pastors speaking to people who are amazed that there is a “Gay church!” I watched as fear, anger and skepticism melted, maybe not immediately, but always with truth and understanding meeting people wherever they are on their faith walk or struggles. Seeing people and families who come to Pride looking to find support, answers, help and just able to relax and enjoy a safe space to be authentic with no questions is a part of who we are at MCCGSL.

God has found me mostly through service: cooking for fellowship after the service so people could enjoy each other’s company, teaching Children’s Church so people knew that what their children were hearing wouldn’t cause them emotional damage or confusion, making Pride buttons and marching in the Pride parade with my sons.

Acceptance of myself and those around me is where God found me.

Finding God in Art by Kate Wottowa

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Do you enjoy listening to music? Do you ever let a song take you to another place and time? Can you recall the last time you stayed in your car just to finish the song playing on the radio? Moments like these are where I find God in Art. Maybe you are hearing a story that takes you back to your childhood or moves you to check-in with a friend or an old co-worker you haven’t seen in a while. I find God in what people are inspired to create. Whether it be music, stories, paintings, film, dance, sculpture, poetry - you name it. Something has inspired them to put their art into the world, and I (we) get to interact with their creation.

Truthfully, this does not always happen for me. Caught in the routine of everyday life, I may not be ready to hear God in a song or see God in a work of art. Not everything speaks to me. But I know I need to be open to hear it. I need to be listening.

As an artist myself, I also find God in the creative process. I sit down to play my guitar for a few songs and hours will pass by without notice. Time disappears when I get into a drawing or watercolor painting. The process of creating is what touches my soul and gives me a glimpse of God. The feeling doubles when I am with a group of friends all creating something together. I enjoy a film or concert more when it is a shared experience. When I am open to it, art transports me to another place. My heart is full and God is there.

Finding God in the Kitchen by Carl Hubbell

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I grew up in a family with two older brothers and a younger brother. With four constantly hungry growing boys this meant that my mother spent a great deal of time in the kitchen, cooking. This was a double labor of love for my mother because she grew up not learning how to cook. She had a secret ingredient, that was a big, I mean a really BIG, spoonful of Love into everything she cooked for us. My mother died when I was in fourth grade, but I still remember her as if it were yesterday.

She gave me one job to do and because I was exceedingly small in height I had limited ability in reaching the counter without standing on a kitchen chair. My job was to make the salad for the evening meal. I took my job very seriously and made sure that everything was exactly right. The salad was amazingly simple, thank God, nearly a whole head of romaine lettuce torn not cut, well washed of course and each leaf had to be patted dry with a cotton dish towel, 2 pre-cut Big Boy tomatoes, (they had to be pre-cut because I was not allowed to use a knife after cutting my finger just before dinner one night), several pre-cut green onions, and radishes if we had them. With all my ingredients set out around a large glass salad bowl I would put them in the bowl and slowly mix everything up with my hands. Then came the salad dressing my mother’s secret was to use at least 3 tablespoons of mayonnaise, which she combined in a small bowl with salt, pepper, and I think it also had garlic powder. I would use a spatula and turn this into the salad until it was all tossed perfect.

To this day I enjoy cooking and it brings me closer to my mother. I know that such a kind and wonderful person as my Mother has to be with God and that makes me happy. Yes, happy because we can still share something that is the love of God through our cooking together.

Where do I find God? I find It in my kitchen or wherever I may find myself cooking. Because I know that both my Mother and God are there to make sure I add my Mother’s secret ingredient – a BIG scoop of LOVE.

Finding God from the Heart of Carole Ward

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Good Day Church Family and friends! I wish to give Thanks for the honor of being asked to participate during our series, "Finding God in …." Different voices and opinions are vital to gain a clearer understanding of others. First and foremost, however, we should LISTEN with both open minds and open hearts. Again, I give thanks!

The query "Where Does God Find Me?" has only one answer … EVERYWHERE! During my darkest, saddest, happiest times, God is always here. Are there times that I forget? Absolutely. As humans, our desire to take control and even create a “back up plan” is in our DNA. We may have already asked for God's help, never realizing during our lives that life will always be God's Will, God's Way, our faith. We must trust the Creator of the universe to guide us through life. Without God we will not succeed, especially as neither the perils of life nor the enemy’s tactics will cause one ounce of what God is holding to be moved. God is the anchor through our lives.

I find God when I see the Cardinal resting on a branch of a tree. Or the finches eating the seeds that the squirrels didn’t find first. Or in my client’s eyes when they’re unaware of what is the matter with them as they await test results in the emergency room, For example, I see and feel the fear of the student who falls off the trampoline, fracturing his wrist during the fall, who has yet to be told the diagnosis. God has graced me with the knowledge and compassion to remain calm, even though my heart may be racing and allows me to hold the hand of someone when they are being informed of not so good news. Frequently, God reminds me to use comforting quotations. I'll close with my favorite: “Even when I am scared, I can put my faith in YOU. Give me a courageous faith in YOU, Jesus.

Finding G_d by Susan Block

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I do not find her in reading prayers nor in singing hymns. I do not even find her at a Passover Seder nor when lighting Chanukah candles nor when atoning for my and the community’s sins at Yom Kippur.

I find her in the silence of sleeping babies, in the laughter of small children, in witnessing the loving care of sick or struggling people young and old, and in feeling love and seeing love in all its many forms.

She is inside me when I am at my kindest self; she is deep inside me when I cry with a friend, my wife, at a touching movie or a heartfelt book.

She nudges me to try a little harder to help someone, to understand someone’s journey or forgive someone. She gently moves me to love more deeply and be more authentic.

This is where I find her; somedays more than others, somedays not at all, but with an abiding faith that she is still there.

Finding God in Surrender by Deborah Sheperis

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When I began thinking of what to share about where I find God, or where God finds me, I wanted to say something uplifting or spiritually disciplined. Like “when I lay my head back, look through spring green leaves to a blue sky with shifting clouds,” or “when I quietly sit and journal,” or “when I have blueberry pancakes on a Saturday morning.” All those are definitely true ways that I find God in the wonders around me.

But my honest answer is that I most intimately experience God when I surrender. When I realize that whatever I am struggling with is beyond my power to control; when I recognize (once again!) that I am not God; and that no matter how much more I plan, work, and try to change something, I need to surrender. When I let it go into God’s hands and let myself do a trusting free fall into the safety net of Spirit, THEN I almost immediately feel relief from the pressure of trying to power myself through. I feel held in safe arms that will be with me moving forward. And I know that, in that moment, I have again found God, and have let God find me.

Do things always turn out like I hope when I surrender? No. Sometimes they do. Sometimes something wonderful, or even miraculous, happens. But sometimes things go as badly as I may have feared. Disasters happen, people are hurt, relationships end, disease destroys, loved ones die. But when I remember to surrender, I feel God holding me through it all. I am not alone with it, and I can lay aside what is too much for me until I am ready to take another step.

So today, when I am trying to power my way through, I will try to remember to surrender; to let God find me, and to relax into that embrace.

AND I will take another look at that spring sky, and maybe buy some blueberries to invite God into my consciousness right now.

Rugged Spirituality by Karla Templeton

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During the Rugged Spirituality Series, Pastor Lauren reminded us of the importance of connecting to God through nature; Pastor Wes’s imagery of digging our toes in the sand, a reminder to connect fully. My wife and I have been married for nearly 8 years and hope to expand our family soon, and as exciting as it is to think about the pitter patter of little feet from a miniature version of my beautiful wife, I can’t help but worry about the world we will be bringing them into.  I work in Disaster Services for the American Red Cross, and environmental catastrophes are what I plan for, desperately try to mitigate, and respond to with more and more frequency.  We talk often about our fears, and it’s clear that truly caring for our planet, making sustainable changes in our habits, has never been more dire.

Natural disasters are hitting at an all time high, three times more than in the last decade. We no longer have outlying bad seasons or project particularly bad years. Instead, long-range forecasts have become a thing of the past and the diagnosis has shifted from phases or seasons to generally “acute to chronic” in frequency.

Working in this unique space has blessed our family (and family to be) with a vantage point on the critical need to take climate change seriously.  It offers a constant reality check, waking us up from our day-to-day routines and impulses without much thought on purposeful living.  It forces us to recognize consequence of action and inaction, and the urgent need for our world to become a more resilient, loving, caring, and respectful place. 

It is not a coincidence that the place I find the most resiliency, the most resourcefulness and compassion, is what the disaster community refers to as “blue tarp communities.”. From Puerto Rico after multiple Hurricanes, to the Florida Keys, Lake Charles, New Orleans, Joplin, all the small mountain towns sifting through the ash after yet another wildfire, the blue tarp communities sit on porch steps (that may be the only thing left of one’s home), and work to ensure feed, shelter and care for anyone and everyone. They are the most resourceful, finding creative ways to repurpose items salvaged from the debris. They barter and trade, and see nothing that could warrant judgement or distrust, only need. They have experienced a powerful reminder from God, one of gratitude and survival. 

I see God’s image every time I land in one of these towns, just as the blue tarps are being laid. Despite the tragedy and turmoil that brought them to this point, those survivors are my true north and guide my experience in understanding that we can do it.  We can live without constant consumption, without greed and carelessness.  Even without cell phones and Netflix. I see it. I see it every day, year after year: humans coming together and lifting each other up. 

Knowing that this innate instinct exists in all of us gives me comfort around the future of our family-to-be. We can do our part and raise our children to be resilient, environmentally passionate, and above all, loving, grateful and humble. I am excited for the future for our children because I have faith that even from the rubble after a devastating storm, human behavior is still, at its core, compassionate. We will take care of each other.

Today and every day, we pledge to reduce our footprint, recycle and reuse, repurpose not purchase, to vote and to be active in progress towards policy measures that align with the need for climate change reform.  We pledge to give our children, all of God’s children, the best possible home we can.

 

Glorious Diversity by Shelley Lynn Tibbs Moore

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“O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the city that kills the prophets and stones those sent to her! I wanted to gather your children together just as a hen gathers her brood under her wings and you would not have it.” Luke 13:35

Glorious Diversity is the ideal of all caring, sentient beings. We strive for a world where our differences are far less important than our presence, not just as a nation or even as a lone world but rather in all existence. Nations without borders, one world, universal translation much like the United Nations each communicating with the other are our goals, where love and friendship or even mere civility are the things that matter.

Jesus taught everyone who would listen, without asking, or caring, who they were or what their orientation might be. His message was, and is, for all. In paraphrasing the Torah, Jesus gave these commandments. “Thou shalt love the Lord, thy God, with all thy heart, and with all thy soul and with all thy mind. Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thy self.”

What could possibly be a more Glorious Diversity than that?


The Earth is God's Womb by Cary Colman

Pictures from some of the Rugged Spirituality hikes.

Pictures from some of the Rugged Spirituality hikes.

We are well cared for.

The trees give us breath

The sky gives us water

The sun, warmth

Sunsets, beauty

Sunrises, hope.

All of earth contributes to the whole.

What do we contribute?

Laughter

Joy

Kindness

Love…

The earth is a being of which we are all a part.

The rhythms of the seasons, the tides, sunrise and sunset

Are inextricably entwined with the pulse of our own beating hearts,

With the in and out of our breath.

By giving care, we are cared for

By blessing, we are blessed

By loving we are loved.

Breathe the air

Feel the rain

Touch the leaves

Drink in beauty.

We are all one in the womb of God.