by Jerrica Becker
Last time I preached at chapel, we talked about the discipline
of celebration. I'm sure many of you have sat in a pew on Sunday morning, heard
the “Joys and Concerns “and
noticed that there are usually more concerns. We rarely share the small joys.
We express the miracles and healing, but sometimes we forget to recognize all
the little things that make our days worth living.
Yesterday, I chatted with a resident who was having trouble finding something
to celebrate. With a deceased father and an absent mother, she was feeling lost
and struggling to find joy in her life.
As a lucky girl with two healthy parents, I couldn't do much
comforting, so I tried another technique. I asked what her goals were and what
she wanted to do someday. Her only desire is to be reunited with her family. We
tried to think of some little things that made her happy, things she could look
forward to. They're not miracles, but seeing that cute boy at school or
chatting with Miss Jerrica helped her crack the smile that had disappeared for
a while. We celebrate the big things, but it's the little things that make each
day worth living.
At the end of our service last Thursday, we sang the classic This is the day that the Lord has made, let
us rejoice and be glad in it!” Sometimes, we miss the little things, the
bird chirping outside the window, the ray of sunlight shining through the
clouds or that stranger who smiles “just because.” What we should never fail to
miss is that every day is a day that was created and bestowed on us by God.
That is a reason to rejoice, to celebrate.
Blair Holliday, a member of the Duke University football team, suffered a
serious head injury this summer in a wakeboarding accident that ended his
football career. He has shared how thankful he is to be alive and standing on
the sidelines, despite the amount of physical therapy in his future. To support
his family, students have been buying tank tops that say, “Every Day is a Holliday,”and raising
funds for his medical bills. Some may not realize is the message that this shirt sends.
The word holiday comes from holy day. There is so much truth to those
shirts, despite the frat-star neon lettering. Every day is holy – a day that
the Lord has made. Let us rejoice and be glad in that holy day – or holiday, if
Jerrica Becker is a US-2 missionary assigned as assistant chaplain for the Murphy-Harpst Children’s Centers, Inc. in Cedartown, Georgia. To read more of her reflections please see her blog: http://lifeofageorgiapeach.blogspot.com/
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Melissa Hinnen stands in the Garden of Gethsemane
Photo by Kristen Brown
Photo by Kristen Brown
By Melissa Hinnen
I woke up this morning in Bethlehem and walked over to the Church of the Nativity a block away from my hotel. There was a Greek Orthodox worship service going on, and I lit a candle, said a prayer and walked outside to the courtyard. As I heard a baby crying, I imagined what it may have been like that Christmas morning 2,000 years ago. It was amazing to think of the light that came into our midst in that very spot — a light that has transformed my life. That light has been passed from generation to generation and in Jesus’ name continues to work for justice and peace throughout the entire world — on earth as it is in heaven.
In so many ways, that truth is not obvious here. This sacred land is filled with so much contradiction and complexity. Everywhere there are signs of conflict and power struggles in the name of God. Religious tensions have displaced families, caused war after war, destroyed buildings and overbuilt cities.
In the midst of these contradictions, it was a blessing to worship at the Cathedral Church of St. George the Martyr – an Anglican church in Jerusalem. The service was in Arabic and English, and it was especially meaningful to partake in the sacrament of Communion in this holy city on a day that Christians around the world were also celebrating World Communion.
The sermon was centered on Harvest Sunday, and the message was about thanksgiving in times of joy and in times of sorrow. As people of faith, we are motivated by our thankfulness to make a better world. Throughout the day, as I visited the holy sites, I meditated on the idea that if we think of Jesus’ sacrifice and ministry only as something to worship — visiting those places where he walked and taught but not continuing his ministry in our own contexts — then what was the point? What do we do with that glorious sacrifice and promise that Jesus offers? How do we show our thanksgiving?
Taking Communion, I was reminded once again that despite denominational differences, we are all part of the body and nothing can separate us from the love of God. Humans can put up walls and create different churches with differently designed crosses. But we all worship the same patient God and are wrapped in that eternal love. What affects one child of God, affects all of us. Isn’t the church’s role to keep Jesus’ mission as our focus, help us put aside and celebrate our differences, truly love our neighbor and recognize God in one another?
Visiting the Garden of Gethsemane , I was struck by the olive trees. Some of them have roots that are more than 2,300 years old, and their branches are full of olives. They are grounded in the land and stand as a silent witness to all that has happened and continues to happen in Jerusalem. As buildings have come up and been torn down and groups of people have claimed the land as their own, these trees are solidly rooted and continue to offer simple grace and peace. On the night that he was arrested, Jesus chose to spend time under these trees. It was in the garden that he expressed his anguish and prayed that it would be God’s will that would be done.
We drove from the garden to the Old City. It was an amazing experience to walk the Via Dolorosa, the Way of Suffering, and bring to life so many of the stories and miracles that are part of my Christian tradition. As we knelt in the empty tomb at the Church of the Holy Sepulcher, and the guard urged us to hurry, Kristen, a United Methodist missionary, gave thanks that Jesus was not there. And I remembered the words of the gardener: “Why do you seek the living among the dead?” While it is an awesome experience to be in the place where holy mysteries and miracles took place, we are Easter people. The tomb is empty — thanks be to God. We must take up the cross, continue God’s mission with acts of mercy and piety and give thanks for all God has done for us not only in this holy land but also in all the world. The kingdom of God starts here.
I look forward to the rest of the week and visiting with “living stones.” We will meet with Palestinian Christians, who have deep roots here and who interpret the Bible through the lens of their ancestors. There is peace and justice work happening with groups like the Ecumenical Accompaniment Program and the Wi’am Palestinian Conflict Transformation Center. Janet, Kristen and J.D. are focusing on advocacy and activism in the region. On Thursday, we will celebrate the opening of a Global Methodist office, a partnership with the United Methodist General Board of Global Ministries, the British Methodist Church and the World Methodist Council. I am thankful to be here and to have the privilege to share the stories of how we are connecting the church in mission in Israel and Palestine.