Friday, December 14, 2012
When is not O.K. not O.K.?
Saturday, July 21, 2012
American Tragedy
- We need to take pre-emptive action on lethal resources. Weapons designed to hunt humans belong among law enforcement
professionals and in National Guard armories where our founding fathers
intended them to be stored – registered to the active militiamen who either
own them or to whom they are issued.
- We need to take pre-emptive action on the
multi-media boot-camp that feeds and hones violence. Media scenes and
games that depend on violence need to be re-rated “X” and sold or viewed at
“Adult Only” establishments.
Here is how we address hopelessness: We must come to know in our bones that we are not alone, not friendless, not hopeless, not isolated in destructive crazy-talk- but this knowing can only follow real, redemptive relationships and inter-dependent community life.
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Surrogate kids
ever coming home again – and he hasn’t left her.
There’s the punch line.Want the joke?
The joke is American independence. Let me tell a story.

Now they are long retired, nearing 90 years old. They have been happily married all this time, and she doesn’t drive confidently because she never needed to. She doesn’t pay bills because she never needed to. She doesn’t make decisions because she never needed to. And he’s slowly dying.
I mentioned that they left their home states & families seventy years ago. They left humming the American dream, because that is what you did. And they made a home in Oregon. Their kids followed their parent’s lead, and now they live thousands of miles away too - nowhere near their parents. It’s what we do.
Money makes it all work: As long as we have money, we can afford the recreation to entertain us. As long as we have money we can afford the computers and cell phones to connect us. As long as we have money we can afford the assisted living we’ll need because our kids won’t have us (nor us them)…
As long as we have money, the God-given freedom we’d die to protect is ours to spend and enjoy.
As long as we have money. . . right?
We neglect one key factor: aging. Money won't stop aging. Uh oh...
Now he is too sick for her to care for, so he’s in a nursing home. And nursing homes differ from prisons in a few significant ways:
- You check yourself in
- Windows have nice views
- Staff is genuinely caring
- You pay the bills,
- Visitors are allowed to come right in and touch you.
Those points aside, you lose nearly all the same freedoms whether in prison or a nursing home, even if you have the money. Money won’t buy back what assisted living takes.
Now he can’t answer the phone (because there isn't one in his room) and she can’t get to him, and neither fully understands what’s really happening. Furthermore, she can’t understand how to work a cell phone, and doesn’t understand how to keep it with her in case a doctor calls. So life is foggy and confusing... and expensive!
What’s missing? Not insurance; not healthcare, not money, not love. What’s missing is their kids: us- listening, advocating, guiding and deciding.
They taught us to set our sights high, to work hard and do what
we love! We listened, and now we’re too far away to be the family they need;
So Mr. and Mrs. need surrogate kids in their towns who will love them and take the time to play cribbage, share stories and make sense out of their care. Not just here in Oregon, but wherever Americans have lived this short-sighted and expensive dream of independence and disconnection. Your parents need surrogate kids and so do mine. It seems that we have a choice: we can either toss the dream and move home like responsible humans or we can do something entirely new and adopt one another’s parents.
Do what?
Money won’t solve this. It’s a family issue.
So, how’s the family?
-PC
BTW, I have a strong suspicion that local congregations just might be uniquely postured to adopt this role..
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Shameless Promotions Dept. invites you!
“..and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.” –The Bible, Luke 2
Friends in faith,
I write today to invite you and ‘yours to Christmas Eve services (on December 24th).
Services are at 6:00pm and 10:00pm. The BIG one is at 6:00pm – with handbell choirs, vocal choirs and lots of people. The smaller one is at 10:00pm. Both services sing stunningly beautiful carols by candlelight and share the good news of Jesus Christ, the Son of God, born into a world with no room.
No room. We will fill a gorgeous church full of people, all gathered to celebrate Jesus being born in a barn because there was no room for him elsewhere. No room. Do you know what it is to be unwelcome? Jesus did, from the very beginning; no room for him. Maybe you know people who feel like there is no room for them- especially in church. Maybe they haven’t been with a church that welcomes “their kind,” not yet.
Please print this letter for them and point to the next paragraph:

We have room for you! Please come join us on Christmas Eve to celebrate Jesus being born on the outside of popular culture in order to welcome, teach, include and save every kind of you and me, no matter what! Please come and feel welcome to sing beautifully or badly- or not sing at all. Come and feel invited to Holy Communion even if you have never felt welcome before. Come and hold a candle and feel the warm wax. Come if you've got issues and you don't want to talk about it.. or maybe you do (!) Come and be welcome to wonder and enter a community of faith that asks really honest, really hard questions. Come and spend part of Christmas Eve with some not-entirely- perfect people who practice faith with roots deep enough to matter. Welcome!
Lots of churches today act more like the innkeeper in Luke 2 who couldn’t find room for Mary & Joseph. They specialize in helping people feel unwelcome who aren’t exactly their type, or who didn’t get it together soon enough to show up on time. We are sorry.

Our church is more like the barn. We welcome all kinds of animals: early and late, pregnant and not, married or not- (you name your fit..) to welcome and follow Jesus in our midst. Come rejoice with us!
Please give this letter away. (You can always print another anytime you need one.) Giving things away is very Christmas-like, it all begins with God giving Jesus to us in a barn. So give the letter away and keep an eye on your barn.
Merry Christmas, see you soon!
-Pastor Chris
Thursday, March 31, 2011

As I was busy painting a stage backdrop for my daughter's elementary play, surrounded by a cloud of busy noise, whisking paintbrushes and seventy kids with their parents all equally and delightfully engaged in the same task, my phone rang.
"Are you the pastor at
"yes."
"I need to feed my kids."
Suddenly I was no longer painting a scene of stars and planets, space and comets.
Time stood still, along with my heart. There are many "human" things I see often enough as a pastor that I have learned to weather them comfortably - but terrified mothers with hungry children always stop everything around me. And so it was.
"I need to feed my kids."
Then her story began infecting mine, like a virus you have felt before and know you cannot escape but must bear carefully. . . and some stories don't infect at all - when they do not resonate with my truth, or when they aren't for me to address - but other stories are
too true
too close
too real
and they become mine.
Perhaps you have heard one or two of these? So it was.
In one moment the stars and the comets were not relevant.
Can you be interrupted?
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Busy-ness has a cost.

Saturday, September 18, 2010
Yuck theology
I think this is the yuckiest of Jesus’ parables. It starts out plain gross – a rich man with no mercy whose table spills abundance, and poor, humble, starving, infested & festering Lazarus who dies outside the gates of the rich man’s house. Yuck! Just to be sure we are fully appalled, Luke reminds us that the dogs lick Lazarus’s sores.
I was once led a youth summer missions program that helped build and maintain an orphanage in tiny, forgotten little La

Gloria, Mexico, a town south of Tijuana. When I think of random dogs licking things, I think of La Gloria, where stray dogs roam freely and bountifully. Many of the strays lack legs or tails, and they eat whatever they find, wherever they find it; these are the dogs that licked Lazarus. Yuck!
Lazarus dies and the angels take him to be with Abraham. Yuck again! We don’t let oozing fester wretches into heaven, do we? Lazarus is taken “into the bosom” of Abraham- this exact phrase describes Jesus’ locale with the Father prior to being begotten in John 1:18. Lazarus gets way into Heaven.
So to be clear, Lazarus- dressed, bathed and primped all wrong for the occasion lands right in Abraham’s lap, who seems to have been expecting him; and the rich man of privilege, connection, class and pedigree tumbles into the chasm, permanently.
Are we nervous yet?
Are we more shocked that Lazarus gets into heaven, or that the rich man is rejected?
Lazarus doesn’t do anything to earn his way into heaven, and the rich man doesn’t do anything to earn his way to hell. Maybe there’s a lesson here about “do nothing” divine economics.
What are you doing- particularly with the festering losers on your threshold?
What are you doing – (or not) to leverage your way into heaven?
What are you doing? Make it yucky.
-PC