Complainy Von Crabbenstein

I have been smug. I confess it. I own it. I acknowledge it. I have been insufferably smug all this cold and flu season, because I have not had a knock-me-down-and-stick-a-fork-in-me-cuz-I-am-done illness since the fall. This despite having a husband, and two small children in elementary and preschool, bring home veritible petri dishes of disease on their hands--when they weren't greeting me rapturous kisses, slicked over by the snot dripping from their noses (granted, this was more from the girls than hubby. His mustache catches a lot). When my family is sick, I, as Mama, am the source of all comfort and healing. I must--MUST, I tell you--be laid upon while the sickly family member hacks and wheezes and expells all kinds of germy wonderfulness on me.

And still: I remained hale and healthy. And smug.

I attributed this to my "nasal irrigation system" that I bought at Costco. It scared me to death, and sat unused for months before I finally wrestled up the courage to actually try the thing. I was convinced I was going to drown myself. I didn't, and eventually: I even came to enjoy it in a weird way, because I felt better when I got all that...yuck out.

Well, this week, my system let me down. I have been the producer of mass quantities of mucus, coughing, sneezing, wheezing, whining, complaining, crabbing, cough drop breath, bed head, body odor, wadded kleenexes, and various and sundry other relics of illness. I would wake up, feeling pretty good, take a shower, and need to sleep for three hours to recover. As if all that wasn't enough: this morning I starting cramping! Yay! Premenstrual syndrome AND mucuspalooza! (For those of you who are wondering: no, I really have no qualms admitting to the fact that I have cramps. I have two children. It should be patently obvious that I menstruate, and shouldn't shock anyone. Yes, I am a pastor. No, the kids were not immaculately conceived. I'm pretty sure one of the conceptions involved tequila. But I digress...)

But for all my crabbing, and feeling guilty over missing so much this week (Confirmation, Lenten midweek soup supper and worship, committee meetings, Sharefest, etc.) what I've really been praying for is that I feel good enough to pull off Sunday morning worship. Even if I go home and collapse afterward, Lord Jesus, PLEASE: just get me through Sunday. Because I think that (by and large) congregations are understanding of a pastor who gets sick, and appreciate said pastor not sharing the yuckiness with them. But I have a hard time seeing them being understanding of a pastor missing Sunday worship. So my prayer all this week has been, "I will bear the guilt for missing all the other stuff, Lord, but please, if you love me, make me fit for Sunday."

Jesus loves me, this I know, because I started perking up about an hour ago. I'm still snotty, but I'm not hurting in conjunction with the snot, so it's an improvement. Certainly the roughly 72-hours I've spent unconscious since Wednesday morning haven't hurt, either. I haven't looked yet, but I wouldn't be surprised to find bedsores or a pillow permanently attached to my head.

And since the sum total of my sermon prep for the week has been the Tuesday Morning Blue Hair Biblestudy (and I use the term "Blue Hair" with a great amount of esteem and affection--I adore those ladies), I decided that I ought to dig in and do some sermon prep tonight. I was stopped cold by the Epistle:

Romans 5:1-11

1 Therefore, since we are justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, 2 through whom we have obtained access to this grace in which we stand; and we boast in our hope of sharing the glory of God. 3 And not only that, but we also boast in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, 4 and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, 5 and hope does not disappoint us, because God's love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit that has been given to us. 6 For while we were still weak, at the right time Christ died for the ungodly. 7 Indeed, rarely will anyone die for a righteous person—though perhaps for a good person someone might actually dare to die. 8 But God proves his love for us in that while we still were sinners Christ died for us. 9 Much more surely then, now that we have been justified by his blood, will we be saved through him from the wrath of God. 10 For if while we were enemies, we were reconciled to God through the death of his Son, much more surely, having been reconciled, will we be saved by his life. 11 But more than that, we even boast in God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have now received reconciliation.

This was the scripture I turned to in attempting to find a title for this blog. But as I read through it, I thought, "Sweet Fancy Moses! What on earth can I say that will improve upon this?! This is glorious! This is heaven! This is the pure goodness of God, filling my soul the way the flavor of a sun-warm peach fills my mouth! What on earth can I offer that elaborates on this?!" It's one of those pieces of scripture that causes me to seriously doubt my abilities as a preacher. It is perfection, and any further "explanation" on my part, or exegesis would only ruin it. I want to let those words sing out to my beloved congregation, I want to let them sit with them, and let those words of love and promise sink into the marrow of their bones, and give them strength to face the week ahead. There is nothing I can add. I can only detract. And so I will offer the sweet sheep God has entrusted to my care the best that I can, by leaving well enough alone.

Sometimes I think Jesus works best when the pastor gets out of the way.

 

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So Much for that Plan

I was going to make blogging my Lenten discipline. Normally, I'm not a proponent of giving up or taking on anything extra for Lent. In my experience, giving something up makes me focus on myself and my misery--because if you're going to give something up, you need to make it something you'll actually miss, right? And I don't think me whining and complaining about how I'm doing without is quite the point of Lent. Additionally, I'm not entirely sure how my going without chocolate, or coffee, or dropping the f-bomb for 40 days comes even CLOSE to comparing to the suffering of Jesus on the cross--which is the reason people gave me when I would ask, "Now, WHY do I have to give something up again?" "So we'll know how hard it was for Jesus to give up his life for us." Oh. OK.

Taking things on during Lent? Why? Are you not busy enough the other 46 weeks of the year? Do you have TIME to take something on, and take it on well? Because if you're doing this for Jesus, you better make sure you're doing it well, or don't bother. He's a first fruits or a no fruits kind of guy.

That's not to say that I'm against dropping bad or destructive behaviors, or taking on something that will improve your life, or the life of your family. I just don't think Jesus needed to die in order for us to do those things, and it's silly to link the two. If you want to stop using the f*bomb: STOP IT. If you want to start reading the Bible more: READ IT.

This year for Lent I'm giving up exercise, and taking on hitting the snooze bar at least three times before getting out of bed. I know I've suceeded in these things in the past, so I feel confident I'm not setting myself up for failure.

So. Since I'm mercilessly mocking a treasured spiritual discipline for millions of Christians the world over, I may as well tell you what I DO think is important about Lent. It's this:

It's the way Jesus shows up in the most unexpected places. This cross is formed by a street sign across the highway from my church. It's a lamp post with a sign on the front of it. I first saw this cross about a year ago, one morning while rushing into the sanctuary. I immediately started looking to see what part of our building could cast a cross that big, clear across the high way. I went outside, looking to see if we have a cross on top of our building (we don't). I looked to see if we had a cross somewhere outside that someone had recently put up or I hadn't noticed before (there wasn't). I finally realized that the church had absolutely NOTHING to do with the cross on the wall across the highway.  But there it was, possibly impacting more people as they zoomed past than our huge, ark-like sanctuary located just on the other side of the intersection.

I think THIS is what Lent is about. Not giving up or taking on. But understanding that God in Christ Jesus is setting out to do something new. Something different. It's not going to be what or where we expect. We can't put him in a box and label him. He is constantly breaking out, turning himself loose on the world, impacting them in ways they aren't looking for, being found in places they didn't expect to find him. We, as "the holy catholic and apostolic Church" have no claim on him. We are not the gatekeepers. We don't get to decide who's in and who's out. God doesn't work that way. He comes as a baby, he comes as a carpenter, he comes promising eternal life, only to die. If you look for him where you expect to find him: you'll be disappointed.

So my challenge to you this Lenten season is not to seek what you can give up our take on that will make you understand Jesus. Instead, I challenge you to pray, and ask God where he wants you to be His...out in the world. That's what Lent is about. Not about me, and my sacrificial abilities. But knowing what God has done in the past, and looking forward with great anticipation to what's up His sleeve next.