This is wrong on so many different levels…
Category: Baptism
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If this is baptism, then I quit…
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this week’s round-up (january 23)
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”
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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 mebring me to the water
take to the river
open up the fire hydrant
fill the kiddie pooljust baptize me now
and I care don’t howbaptize 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 vendorsHit 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 lonerstick 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
usedI come with a burning
yearning to abide
in waters that
cleanse
create
consume
waters that
expose
the man beneath the satin suit
and academic robesbaptize me in ark rocking,
chaos riding,
olive branch and rainbow promise waterin Red sea splitting,
manna eating, milk and honey treating
leaving all things behind for 40 years of wondering waterbaptize 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 watersprinkle me
splash me
dip me
dunk me
dowse me
drown me
pour me
plunge me
spew me
spray mebring me to the water
take to the river
open up the fire hydrant
fill the kiddie pooljust baptize us now
We care don’t how!