Today’s Lord’s Supper

A classic ordination question for ministers involves some scenario where a youth pastor wants to serve “potato chips and Mountain Dew” for the Lord’s Supper at a church retreat. Sitting at my computer, it is easy to laugh at such a scenario, but the question stays relevant because God truly works in the cracks and margins between what is acceptable or not.
These past few Pizza Wednesdays have brought out a higher number of families because of the government shutdown. Dads compared “furlough beards” and grandmas chased little ones as we supported one another over Cokes and pizza. We even had a non-Christian family come who were friends with some GPC members, and they’ll be back!
These may not be sacramental meals in the sanctuary, but they are faithful reminders that we are together members of one body, living as connected parts of a sacred whole. There are so many opportunities to share a meal at church right now, and I hope that when you do, you remember that “they will come from east and west, and north and south to sit at table in the Kingdom of God.” (1 Corinthians 9:22)
Pastor Rachel

New Year, New Things

Every January, I lull myself into a false sense that, well, it’s January. It’s time for a moment to relax after the mad dash to the end of the year that is December. And every January, my illusions of course prove to be false. Something tells me I’m not alone in this feeling!

Instead, what I do find is a buzz of energy. Yes, some of that is from tasks pushed off into the new year, but much of it is in anticipation of following God, who is indeed “doing a new thing!” (Isaiah 43:19), into a new year. Already my schedule is packed with meetings and planning sessions on how to continue to serve our neighbors near and far, in this year and beyond. From shoes for our unhoused neighbors to reading poetry with incarcerated people. And although we’re still in the planning stages, you’ll soon be invited into the new things that are happening—I hope you feel the energy too!


Happy New Year

On New Years Eve, I sent a Tennyson poem out to a few friends.  It was poem I had been reading throughout December as I anticipated the new year: 

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Here’s the whole text as I encourage you to read and reread.  I’m ready to ring in the new year, say goodbye to the past year, and anticipate what lies ahead.  In the church we have celebrated the birth of Christ and now we turn our minds to the lifelong commitment of serving Christ.  Jesus has come to bring us the light, our calling is to allow that light to shine.  

Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.

Blessings to you and those you love for 2019.