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New Week, New Mercy

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As though the mom-guilt I already experience isn’t enough, a global pandemic is a guilt game-changer.

Ordinarily, I feel guilty about working too much or too little; spending too little time with my kids or smothering them; screen time surveillance for my kids; whether I am taking enough time for our marriage, for myself, for our friends; why I can’t “find time” to exercise.

These days, I also worry about being present for my elementary-aged kiddo on at-home school days, getting her outside, and screen time surveillance is an entirely redefined conundrum!

If you are a parent dealing with an extra helping of guilt, I offer you these words…

*Be gentle on yourself. We have never done this before. Take a deep breath and then another.

*Kids are the most amazing and resilient creatures. While you need to do your best, you need not take the place of Jesus for them. Remind yourself and your kids that God’s mercy makes us enough for this wild work.

*Read a book, take a walk, or stare at the stars. There is enough beauty and wonder to assure you these months are a tiny blip in your life.

*Jesus doesn’t love what you do as much as Jesus loves who you are, beloved child of God.

This is a new week. And there is plenty of new mercy just for you.

The Deep Breath That Is Saturday

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Look at you! You made it all the way to Saturday. Perhaps it was a long way, or a quick trip. Here you are.

Saturdays can be a deep breath when you stop to recognize how shallow you’ve been breathing for so many days. You’ve taken in only the minimal amount of breath to get by; today you can breathe deep.

Sit down and breathe.

Feel the weight on your shoulders and wonder what all that’s about. Maybe some of that weight should sit somewhere else. You’ve got breaths to take.

Look around at the people and place in your life. Scroll through the past week and wonder what you missed in the lives of these people in the place where you are, and what you will refuse to miss in the week ahead. Abundant life demands a creative tapestry of the word “no”. No to this if it makes you too busy and your breath too shallow. No to that if your shoulders are heavy with demands that need not be yours.

There is enough breath for you to take it into the depths of your soul. People who studied Hebrew know a lovely secret that the Hebrew word for breath (you read in the Old Testament) is also the word for Spirit. A deep breath is an inhalation of the Holy Spirit. So take a breath and then another and let the life-giving Spirit enliven every cell in your body, every thought, every heartbeat, every movement.

Thank you, Saturday. We should do this more often.

Walking the Car Lots

I have one dad and one daughter.

When I was the young daughter of my dad long ago, we could not leave the city of Minot without driving through a car lot or two. Minot was the big city where we went for doctor appointments, regional basketball tournaments, and car parts (my dad ran a gas station). And Minot offered a half dozen car lots for my dad to drive through.

Up and down the rows of cars we went, slowing to a stop so my dad could get out from the driver’s seat and I would roll my eyes and wonder when it would ever end. More rows of cars. More car lots. More slowing to a stop. More opening the door even in the dead of winter to peak inside the windows.

And shortly after those days did end, I had a daughter who loves to walk through the car lots not too many blocks from our home. Up and down the rows of cars we walk. Slowing to a stop so she can peak in the windows and act appalled at the price tag. Today, she said to a very expensive and very shiny SUV, “Now that’s just stupid.”

So here I am again. More rows of cars. More car lots. Because my one dad and my one daughter are two of my very favorite people in the entire world.

No, No, No, No, Yes

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If you are not aware this is Jim from “Vicar of Dibley”, then woe is you. Unless your life is absolutely overflowing with laughter and lightheartedness (that is, if you have no idea what is going on in the world), you may need to subscribe to Britbox on Amazon Prime this weekend and get to know Jim and his eccentric priest, Geraldine Granger, the Vicar in the village of Dibley.

It will only take a few hours of your life to make you forget there is anything weird going on in the world. If ever you needed to hang out in the delightful village of Dibley, now is the time.

Jim has a unique way of speaking, repeating “No, no, no, no” only to finally reach the word “yes”. I feel Jim bubble up inside me these days through the otherwise normal questions my kids ask.

“Can we have a sleepover?”

“Can we go out for supper at a real restaurant where someone else cleans up?”

“Can we go somewhere for the weekend?”

“No, no, no…” I say, again and again. Not yet. Someday. Maybe soon? I don’t really know. Want to play Four Square? Should we go pick up donuts?

There will come a day when my kids ask one of those questions and I will respond naturally, “No, no, no, no…yes!” It will occur to me that we are free to move about and they will have sleepovers and we will go out to a restaurant and travel somewhere for the weekend and it will be amazing!

Until then, go to Dibley this weekend and laugh until you cry. And if you wonder whether the weirdness of these days will last forever, you can be sure the answer is no, no, no, NO.

Lucky To Be Alive Right Now

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And…back to “Hamilton”, when Eliza (almost Hamilton) sang again and again, “Look around, look around, at how lucky we are to be alive right now!”

It was the slow birth of America and Eliza was caught up in the excitement of midwifing a country. The people were on the brink of freedom and they felt lucky to be alive to see it.

Today, we are not united by American freedoms, we are divided by them. Divided by narcissistic political ideologies, by Christian extremism, by racism so embodied in our values we miss it, by our fear of the stranger.

And yet, how lucky we are to be alive right now! How lucky we are to be part of the loud cry to dismantle racism; that our kids might see our generational mistakes for what they are, name the pain that has been caused, and pave a path of hope for those dehumanized by the American quest for power.

How lucky we are to be alive in a pandemic when all our busy schedules were put on hold and we, for a moment, glimpsed the truth that relationships and people matter most.

How lucky we are that our kids are experiencing disruption and we have been able to walk with them. Life is a series of disruptions and this time we could encourage them through it.

How lucky we are, if we might live like we are alive right now to the Spirit’s breezes and windstorms. How lucky we are to be alive in the Spirit’s aliveness, calling us out of our stupor to birth a new possibility for the neighbor and the stranger. How lucky.

When Hamilton Streams in My Head All Day

“My name is Alexander Hamilton. Alexander Hamilton.”

Finally, I know the tune! I do know your name, Alexander Hamilton! “In New York you can be a new man. Just you wait.”

I am a few years behind in getting to the musical, “Hamilton”. The majority of my little family does not adore musicals as much as I do, so it took me a while. Thanks to Disney+ and Amazon Prime, I’ve been watching and listening to Hamilton constantly for the past four days, much to my family’s chagrin. When the music isn’t playing outside my head it is playing inside of it. Or, I sing the tunes to my family until I suspect their eyes might not roll back into their proper place.

“And I’m not throwing away my shot!” I sing to them.

“We’re gonna Rise Up!” I sing to them.

My family thinks I’m ridiculous, but I can’t get enough of Alexander Hamilton’s life. (I prefer this musical to his 800 page biographies.) Getting caught up in the music and story of this courageous immigrant who couldn’t seem to die, as he sings, is a delightful right now to “Take a Break”.

While I cannot cheer on my favorite sports team from a seat at Target Field or worship in the same room with the entire community of faith at St. John, I can be united in the long ago revolutionary fight for freedom. I can admire the genius of the writing and the breathtaking talent of the small crew who pulled off this brilliant musical.

So I will watch and listen to “Hamilton”, as the king of England sings, forever and ever and ever.

What’s For Supper?

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Like many moms throughout this day, someone will ask me “What’s for supper?” approximately 85 times. It is a burning question fueled not by hunger. Usually this question emerges from the corner of the brain assigned to “Annoying and Impertinent Questions to Ask a Parent All Day Long.”

“What’s for supper?”

“I’m bored, what can I do?”

“Do I have to?”

“Mom, can you [fill in the blank with something he or she can do but wants you to do instead] for me?”

Today when someone asks me “What’s for supper?” I’m going to play dumb.

“Who is Supper? Is he a new friend? Do you need to bring him something? What? A cookie? A Gatorade? What? Supper is not a new friend? Is Supper your new teacher? Do you need to get her an apple? No? You look angry. Did you rename the dog Supper? And we need to get something for the dog? That’s a lame name, you know. Why would you name the dog Supper? Anyway, I need to go start making supper.”

Worry to Here and No Farther

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Just how far ahead do I worry?

Do I worry as far as the first day of school and what this historic day might look like for my kids in elementary, middle and high school? Can we make it that far as five healthy people?

Do I worry a month beyond the start of school, after it is likely one of my kids’ classrooms will be exposed, we will stay home, and then start over again? Do I worry that far?

Do I worry to Thanksgiving? Christmas? 2021?

No, I will not worry that far ahead. I worry about my retirement fund that far ahead, but nothing else. Life is not my retirement fund, although it is equally unpredictable.

I will be cautious and faithful to the work of caring for my neighbor by wearing a mask, while praying for health care and vaccine research folks. I will be grateful for every human whose work supports my kids education. I will work with my family to love our neighbor uniquely in this unique time. And I will not worry too far ahead. Instead, I will remember Jesus is with me now, and goes ahead with me later.

Worry. Perhaps. But not too far ahead.

COVID-19 on Mars and Venus (but actually on Earth)

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Men are from Mars and women are from Venus, John Gray proposed many years ago. Or to paraphrase a woman I volunteered with a couple of weeks ago at baseball concessions, “Women have many things on their minds, men have just one.”

Hehehe.

Yesterday I was on a Zoom call with pastors from around the country. It was our first gathering in a cohort through Luther Seminary We discussed chapters from our first book, Strengthening the Soul of Your Leadership, a book that happens to align well with the times, although I suspect it was chosen before March.

In a break-out group of about 7 people, 4 of us were women. We shared openly what has been tough on our souls these past 4 1/2 months. Consistent with what I am hearing from other women, the pandemic is leaving women wondering how much we can actually work our paid jobs and at the same time live our vocations as moms and partners.

For me that means, can I be emotionally present with my kids as they process the changes and grieve the losses through the year ahead, and at the same time lead a large congregation through the same soul work? Can I be fully me, fully present, fully awake to the joys and sorrows both at home and in my call? Do I have the capacity to be mom, partner and pastor all at once in this season of uncertainty?

For now, yes. And it was affirming to hear yesterday from my colleagues who are female that they, too, are overwhelmed by the same pressure. I was in good company.

For me on Venus, I will be very gentle on myself regarding what I can actually do. I’m going to cook good food at home, take walks, mine for conversation with my kids and spouse, and be available and prayerful in my work. I expect to do more listening than anything else. I expect to get frustrated, cry, and enjoy a brown ale to ease the pain. I also expect to lean on my partner, my friends, and my family in a way I maybe never have before, knowing it takes more than a village to be well through a pandemic. Not one of us has done this before. It is a wilderness. And wilderness is full of the presence and light of God, on any and every planet.

Faith Over Fear

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“Why wear a mask when I want to live out of faith, not fear?” asked someone else. (Actually, a lot of someone elses.)

The congregation I serve has been both in-person and online for two months after 11 weeks of online only. Leadership has set an expectation now, as COVID-19 case numbers rise in our county and state, to wear masks when we gather in the church building.

My colleague and I wear masks before and during worship except when we are preaching. It is hot as blazes and extremely hard to enunciate through the cloth over my face, but we do it because this is how we are loving our neighbors and inviting our community of faith to do the same.

“But why would I wear a mask if I want to live out of faith and not fear?”

There is conflicting information in the United States about COVID-19. Is it a thing or is it a hoax? Who is making money off of this and why is the government telling me what to do? Why can I stand in line at Walmart but not gather in a crowd at a funeral? Why will my school be social distancing but my high school football team play face-to-face?

“And why is my church telling me to wear a mask when I want to live out of faith and not fear?” asked several someone elses.

It is a lovely question if, and only if, the question is intended to engender conversation and not inflict a political opinion upon someone else. Asking questions is the way we learn; stating uncompromising political opinions is the way we continue to divide.

“Why would I wear a mask when I want to live out of faith and not fear?”

Why? Yes, why? Could that begin a conversation instead of end it? Be shaped as a question and not a closing statement? Could we really wonder why wearing a mask is in fact the way we live out our faith, unafraid of the mean looks and despicable memes?

That is a question that might lead to faithful, not fearful conversation.