Déjà vu, Maybe?

by Rev. Kay Ash

I missed you in worship a few weeks ago while I was at Lake Bridgeport serving 3rd, 4th and 5th grade students from the North Texas UMC churches at a gathering called “Camp Bible.”  I wish you had been there; the photo above is just a glimpse.  So much about that experience was familiar:  200 acres of absolutely gorgeous land, teaching a new group of kids how to sing the “Superman” prayer, too much coffee, brand new Bibles and hours of Bible conversations until we lost our voices – a familiar list.  However, before any of our team could settle into cozy déjà vu experiences of days gone by, the realities of camp life during a pandemic became quickly evident.  

I think it would be fair to say that this year’s Camp Bible was the most difficult camp to orchestrate logistically.  Normally we work hard to mix different kids from different churches so that they can make new friends.  This year, instead, groups of children stayed together in church “pods” and did not mix in close spaces.  Our challenge was to independently move all of the pods around the campsite without the pods bumping into each other, as our directing team sat up into the wee hours of the night before (why do we do that?) discussing movement patterns and completely redoing the schedule to make it all work. To be honest - we stayed up to worry.  We had so many Covid protocols in place to keep everybody safe, would the changes ruin our camping experience?  Would Camp Bible be so unrecognizable that it would not even be Camp Bible anymore?

Looking back and reflecting on that very short, very intense experience, it is hard to figure out why we were so worried.  God never fails to show up at camp.  In fact, spontaneous encounters with the Divine (“God moments”) were abundant, for sure, but somewhat different than in years past.  For instance, most of the children, parents and counselors had never been to Bridgeport before.  Folks that had never experienced the struggle to climb the hill to get to dinner, yet somehow discovered that hamburgers just taste better at camp.  Children that discovered the power of what it feels like to be free and safe and loved and respected by an entire conference of the United Methodist Church.  Truly, I had more parents pull me aside and try to find the words to explain how awe-filled their time at camp had been than any year before- parents that had never imagined what Camp Bridgeport does better than any other camp in our area:  intentional grace-filled, patient yet energized love of all ages. 

This coming Sunday, October 17th, we all have another opportunity for potential God moments, another chance to share in the awe that so often appears when young people lead us.  This Sunday diverse expressions of faithful congregations all over the United States will be celebrating the 30th anniversary of Children’s Sabbath.  Children’s Sabbath was created by the Children’s Defense Fund under the guidance of Marian Wright Edelman.  Although the Fund is a non-profit organization that politically advocates in all areas that touch the lives of children, the Children’s Defense Fund has for many years partnered with churches/synagogues everywhere to educate and to empower folk in the ways we can collectively work towards the well-being of all children.  

I particularly appreciate and am honored to serve this congregation of Kessler Park for many reasons, one of which is your way of loving our young people and including them into the life of the church.  Different than my experience at Kessler Park, I have found that sometimes churches are ripe environments where the well-intentioned place children on a “future of the church” pedestal.  Comments of “aren’t they cute” in every church hallway, laughter at the funny things kids say during children’s sermons, putting children in a completely different building or hallway and designating it the “children’s area.”  Not that any of these things are wrong, we all love children and think they deserve specifically crafted religious education.  However, giggling at their cuteness then sending them away to learn is not all there is to the faith formation of young people.  Let’s be real, children are vulnerable and they have very little agency of their own yet to make decisions for their lives.  Therefore, to live into our baptismal covenants and to disciple children into the fullness of who they hope to become requires much from us:  our prayers, our presence, our gifts, our service and our witness.  

Truthfully, the task is vast and the village needed to shepherd the children in our parish and in our world requires a mighty and courageous group.  I know that Kessler Park folk are up to the challenge, so let’s get together and shine a spotlight on the issues surrounding young people today.  Let’s finally let go of our yearning for those déjà vu experiences of church from years gone by and allow some young members of our church to lead us toward new and unexpected God moments together on the lawn or on line online in worship this week.  See you Sunday!

Making a Difference

by Rev. Eric Folkerth

There’s a powerful confluence roiling in my mind today between Methodist mission work, scientific breakthroughs announced this week, and our band’s show on Saturday.

Sound like a bizarre connection? Read on.

First, a final reminder about the Connections show on Saturday (October 9) at Kessler Park. Downbeat, 3:30. Bring your own chair and food/beverage of your choice. The weather should be about perfect and you won’t want to miss it.

Secondly, I direct your attention to some remarkable medical news concerning Malaria that broke yesterday...and warmed my heart.

Scientists are announcing the development of a "Malaria vaccine." Called Mosquirix, it could well be a future game-changer in the fight against Malaria.

Why am I bringing this up?

Because for the vast majority of our time as a band, fighting Malaria was one of our primary missions. (As you may recall, we always raise a “love offering” in our shows.)

We did this because almost two decades ago now, the United Methodist Church made a commitment to be part of the eradication of Malaria from the planet. Kessler Park has been a part of this effort over the years as well.

Over the past few decades, United Methodist congregations raised millions of dollars; first through a program called "Nothing But Nets," and later through "Imagine No Malaria.”

Our denomination partnered with huge NGOs (Like the NBA and Gates Foundation) and funding sources to make Malaria prevention and eradication a reality. It was a team effort between science, faith, and other non-profits. Because, friends, even in a time of global COVID pandemic, Malaria remains a huge killer of mostly African children.

Arguably, this mission effort by the United Methodist Church is one of the single best, and most unifying, things our denomination ever did.

As I said, Connections jumped on the cause. Many of our early Connections shows raised money for this cause. Just before we'd "pass the hat," we'd show short videos to inspire the donors. 

Over the years, our little band raised close to $130,000 for the fight to eradicate Malaria. That translates into roughly 13,000 lives saved through the use of bed nets.

Bed nets are closely analogous to masks in our present-day fight against COVID. Yes, vaccines are the game changer. But bed nets, like masks, save lives.

As in our day with COVID, science always told us a Malaria vaccine would be the "game changer.” Friends, it appears that day is dawning with this announcement about Mosquirix. 

And while new vaccines are never perfect (It’s like the release of your new iPhone…)
what I want you to pay attention to today is: the long game.

The fact that a 20-year intentional battle is yielding real results. It could be that very soon Malaria no longer kills innocent African children as it does today.

If you celebrated the announcement of the COVID vaccine, I hope you will do two things:

1. Celebrate, just as strongly, this amazing scientific breakthrough.

2. Celebrate with our band, and with OUR KPUMC efforts, as we look back in justifiable pride, for our small part in this long-haul fight to eradicate Malaria.

It serves as an important reminder of a lot of things all at once…

…That people of faith, churches and denominations can work with other non-faith-based NGOs and with scientists to make the world a better place. In fact, to really make a difference on the world’s truly intractable problems, it takes all those groups working together.

Sunday we will hear from Wes and Leah Magruder about their work as missionaries in Africa. We support their work through the United Methodist Committee on Relief (UMCOR).

You probably know UMCOR best because of natural disasters like tornadoes and hurricanes. After these things happen, we put out the word to raise funds for our UMCOR projects…and they make a tangible difference in emergency situations.

But UMCOR also helps us with these “long-haul” missions too…

Like a 20-year fight against Malaria…
Like funding for the important work of Wes and Leah Magruder…

For all that’s wrong with the United Methodist Church —and it’s a long list, of course— UMCOR is a shining star, as are our efforts to eradicate Malaria.

Celebrate with us, friends. Because YOU and your giving —not just this year, but over decades— is truly helping solve some of the world’s most insolvable problems….and making God’s beautiful earth a better place for all God’s children.

Hope to see you Saturday at the concert and Sunday on the lawn.

Grace and Peace,

Eric Folkerth

Prayer

by Rev. Eric Folkerth

As we finish up our month of sermons on the Book of James, I thought I’d remind you of a few highlights from Sunday’s worship.

We read a Bible passage from the Book of James on Sunday where James invites Christians to call on the community for prayer.

Pray when you are suffering…
Pray when you are celebrating…
Pray…in community.

It’s fascinating to me for this passage to be in the Book of James since it gets the deserved reputation of being more interested in “works” than in “words.”

At one point earlier in his book, James wickedly skewers believers who pontificate in big words but fail to reach out in love and service.

“If a brother or sister is ill-clad and in lack of daily food, and one of you says to them, “Go in peace, be warmed and filled,” without giving them the things needed for the body, what does it profit?” (James 2:15-16)

This line, “Be warmed and filled…” could literally be translated into our modern-day “thoughts and prayers.”

Far too many leaders —when some horrific event happens in the world— rush in to say “our thoughts and prayers are with you,” but then do little else to really change things in our world.

And to this James would say, “What good is that?”

And yet…

Later in the same writing, James extols the virtues of prayer as well. I think this is what makes James such a great book. James is passionate about our inner life of prayer *and* our outer life of action. James isn’t willing to just lift-up one and denigrate the other.

Many folks say they don’t know *how* to pray. I think the most important thing about prayer is to “just do it.” Seek a spiritual life in which short prayers become a part of your daily routine. You don’t have to get all the grammar, spelling and punctuation correctly placed. 

As Nike might say, “Just do it.”

God hears our prayers, whatever form they are in, and with whatever words we use for our praying. If God truly is the great God of the universe, this must be so.

In this, I am much inspired by writer Anne Lamott’s words on prayer. She is a woman who spends much of her time arranging words “just so” on a page…writing for a living. But when it comes to prayer, she says her prayer life is getting simpler and simpler all the time.

She now says there are three types of prayers she prays regularly:

“Help me, help me, help me…”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you…”

And… “Wow…”

Sometimes, there are no other words than these that need praying. God simply needs us to check in with our spirit, mind, and heart…and have a conversation. 

To close, I’ll share an extended excerpt from Frederick Buechner’s amazing thoughts on prayer. When I am having trouble continuing in my prayer life, these words speak to me again and again. Hope they will help you:

“Everybody prays whether (they) think of it as praying or not. The odd silence you fall into when something very beautiful is happening or something very good or very bad. The ah-h-h-h! that sometimes floats up out of you as out of a Fourth of July crowd when the sky-rocket bursts over the water. The stammer of pain at somebody else's pain. The stammer of joy at somebody else's joy. Whatever words or sounds you use for sighing with over your own life. These are all prayers in their way. These are all spoken not just to yourself but to something even more familiar than yourself and even more strange than the world…

“Talk to yourself about your own life, about what you've done and what you've failed to do, and about who you are and who you wish you were and who the people you love are and the people you don't love too. Talk to yourself about what matters most to you, because if you don't, you may forget what matters most to you.

Even if you don't believe anybody's listening, at least you'll be listening.

Believe Somebody is listening. Believe in miracles. That's what Jesus told the father who asked him to heal his epileptic son. Jesus said, ‘All things are possible to him who believes.’ And the father spoke for all of us when he answered, ‘Lord, I believe; help my unbelief!’

“‘What about the boy who isn't healed?’  When, listened to or not listened to, the prayer goes unanswered? 

Who knows?  Just keep praying, Jesus says.  Remember the sleepy friend, the crooked judge.  Even if the boy dies, keep on beating a path to God's door because the one thing you can be sure of is that down the path you beat with even your most half-cocked and halting prayer, the God you call upon will finally come, and even if he does not bring you the answer you want, he will bring you himself.  And maybe at the secret heart of all our prayers that is what we are really praying for.”

— Frederick Buechner