Category: Baptism

  • If this is baptism, then I quit…

    This is wrong on so many different levels…

  • this week’s round-up (january 23)

    A couple clergy friends have taken to blogging, both starting off strong, check out Bri and Mike
    Inspired by my friend, Eric, I’ve also started a photo-a-day blog thing (and added a tab at the top of this blog to take you there).

    Great video from Steven Furtick on how you’re not Francis Chan; I think I even gave a sermon in the summer that made some reference to how cool I thought Chan was for making this leap of faith, and I can confess that all too often I evaluate my calling by what others have done or are doing, instead of just trusting, celebrating, and finding contentment in where God has called me:

    Wil Wheaton has a wonderful reminder on how technology makes us stupid.

    Rick Dake reminds us of the importance of the Wesley Questions for evaluating and centering our spiritual lives. (I like the idea of making them into a sermon series, too).

    TED talks throughout history. The link is humor, so if you are unfamiliar what what TED Talks are it won’t make much sense; but if you are unfamiliar with what TED talks are, I’d encourage you to get familiar – there are some really interesting presentations out there. Just go to www.ted.com and start exploring. As I remember, J.J. Abrams’ talk on the Mystery Box is pretty good, as is Malcolm Gladwell’s talk on spaghetti sauce.

    Nadia Bolz-Weber on How To Say Defiantly, “I am Baptized”. I love this part at the end:

    “And when the forces that seek to defy God whisper if in your ear — “If God really loved you you wouldn’t feel like this; If you really are beloved then you should have everything you want” — remember that you, all of you, have been marked with the cross of Christ and sealed by the Holy Spirit. God has named you and claimed you as God’s own in the waters of your baptism. You, like our Lord, have been given identity and purpose, so when what seems to be depression orcompulsive eating or narcissism or despair or discouragement or resentment or isolation takes over, try picturing it as a vulnerable and desperate force seeking to defy God’s grace and mercy in your life, and then tell it to piss off, and say defiantly to it, “I am baptized!” Because the water that covered you in God’s promises in your baptism is simply the only thing that gets to tell you who you are.

    And this is not a matter of having high self-esteem. This is about nothing less than God’s redeeming purpose in the world, and that purpose will prevail. Indeed it has already prevailed.”

     Donald Miller writes on the Wisdom of Honesty asking us to wrestle with the question of when to speak and when to turn the other cheek.

    Will Willimon takes at look at the recent comment by Governor Bentley on being brothers and sisters in Christ:

    “Christians don’t regard others as our brothers and sisters because they are members of our church, they affirm our creed, or because they are nice people. We relate to others as Jesus has related to us – making us brothers and sisters, not by virtue of who we are but on the basis of who he is.”

    Seth Godin on the Reassurance of New Words. He puts it so simply:

    “It’s a lot easier for an organization to adopt new words than it is to actually change anything.

    “Real change is uncomfortable. If it’s not feeling that way, you’ve probably just adopted new words.”

    I think there is a little more nuance in reality – sometimes changing language can play a part in creating change, but often we do get caught up with just changing a few words and being satisfied with that, instead of making any real change.

    Oldie, but a goodie, R.E.M. “Talk About the Passion”

  • baptism

    This is a spoken-word piece a group of us wrote for Annual Conference. I’ll get video posted soon.

    Written By Revs. Jeff Nelson, Eric Kieb, Michael Mayo-Moyle, and Jeremy Peters

    Presented during worship on Friday, May 21.

    sprinkle me
    splash me
    dip me
    dunk me
    dowse me
    drown me
    pour me
    plunge me
    spew me
    spray me

    bring me to the water
    take to the river
    open up the fire hydrant
    fill the kiddie pool

    just baptize me now
    and I care don’t how

    baptize me
    in Sunday morning worship water
    a whole world waiting to happen
    a kingdom around the corner water
    newborn promises and weepy eyed mother water
    first cry of new creation
    aww…ain’t she cute in her little white suit water
    make me a brother
    to the usher
    and the preacher
    and the Sunday school teacher,
    to the sleepy-eyed dudes
    who snooze in the pews,
    to the faithful attenders
    and the salvation vendors

    Hit me with a fire hose.
    Make me a brother to all of those
    who remember Selma in ‘63
    and a dream they said could never be
    and a King locked up in a Birmingham jail,
    I want to march with them past the gates of hell,
    with a song on my lips
    and a fist in the air,
    make me care
    about freedom and justice and civil rights,
    make me a brother to the other,
    red and yellow, black and white –
    bury me beneath the rubble of Sixteenth Street
    with four little girls
    Addie, Carole, Cynthia, and Denise.

    Baptize me in the river Jordan.
    Make me a brother to the Canaanites
    who sleep behind a wall tonight
    a brother to the alien,
    legal and illegal alike,
    a brother to Joshua, Jesus
    and Jose,
    a brother to the desperate man
    trying to find a way
    across the border,
    crossing over
    looking for the Promised Land,
    help me to stand
    with the ones who have wandered desert sands
    from the Sinai to Arizona and everywhere in between
    All: hold me down in water so cold it makes me wanna scream!

    Baptize me in solidarity with the poor
    the downsized and marginalized
    the victimized and brutalized
    the left out
    the least
    the last
    the lost
    the loser
    and the loner

    stick my head in a toilet
    and pull the lever,
    make me a brother of every little guy
    who’s ever lost his lunch money
    and then his pride,
    let me be on the side
    of the tiny and the picked on
    curly-haired, swirly-scared kids of this world.

    Baptize me in water
    that celebrates the I in you
    and you in me,
    the us in Thee
    and the one in three
    because it takes
    more than a village
    it takes a head, hand,
    eyes and ears,
    Body of Jesus community
    that beats with the
    lub-dub
    lub-dub
    lub-dub
    of our Abba’s heart
    and runs with the everliving blood
    that flowed
    from the hands and feet & side
    of the Beloved
    as he died;

    Baptize me in black and poisoned British Petroleum water.
    Baptize me with the jellyfish
    and the smellyfish
    and all the upside down – belly-up fish
    make me go
    down below
    where the dolphin knows
    that a gallon of gas
    doesn’t cost
    just two bucks –
    make me a brother to the ducks
    and the turtle
    and the tern
    help me learn
    to love my neighbors
    with fins and flipper feet.

    Baptize me in confessing water.
    Baptize me in reconciling water.
    Make me a brother to both sides
    of Dawson Auditorium;
    in the name of Jesus Christ
    let us declare a moratorium
    on pretense and posing and puffer and pride,

    because I come as I am
    and so do you,
    broken
    battered
    beaten and
    bruised,
    ugly
    uncomfortable
    unusually
    used

    I come with a burning
    yearning to abide
    in waters that
    cleanse
    create
    consume
    waters that
    expose
    the man beneath the satin suit
    and academic robes

    baptize me in ark rocking,
    chaos riding,
    olive branch and rainbow promise water

    in Red sea splitting,
    manna eating, milk and honey treating
    leaving all things behind for 40 years of wondering water

    baptize me in exiled Babylonian river water
    in cloud splitting, heaven opening,
    phenomenological phenom of a sprit dove descending
    “This is my child do what he says,” water
    thirst-quenching, life-giving woman at the well
    spirit flowing from a pierced side
    water poured from gold trimmed pages
    broken open until every word is wet with wonder water

    sprinkle me
    splash me
    dip me
    dunk me
    dowse me
    drown me
    pour me
    plunge me
    spew me
    spray me

    bring me to the water
    take to the river
    open up the fire hydrant
    fill the kiddie pool

    just baptize us now
    We care don’t how!