
Yesterday was the National Holiday to commemorate the birth of the Rev, Dr Martin Luther King, Jr. In between meetings and work, I was able to spend a little bit of time reflecting and reading. By the time I got home though, I was too exhausted to put together a blog.
I chose to read the Letter from Birmingham Jail as I did last year. This year it was for two reasons. The first was the experience Denise and I had at the 223rd General Assembly of the PC(USA) in St Louis this past June. Social Justice and specifically the gross injustices perpetrated by the white system against our poor and disenfranchised Sisters and Brothers was at the forefront of discussion, prayer, and political action on the part of a significant portion of the Assembly delegation. Discussions have also begun around an overture from the Twin Cities Area Presbytery to add the Letter to our Book of Confessions. The second reason is the growing embarrassment and anger I have surrounding the actions and attitudes of the White Conservative Church towards people of color and anyone else, frankly, who is different from them. Add to that the silence of so many who claim to be moderate Christians, and you have my conundrum and guilt. Below are Dr King’s words concerning the White Moderate Church leaders of his day in Birmingham.
I have been disappointed with the church. I do not say that as one of those negative critics who can always find something wrong with the church. I say it as a minister of the gospel who loves the church, who was nurtured in its bosom, who has been sustained by its Spiritual blessings, and who will remain true to it as long as the cord of life shall lengthen. I had the strange feeling when I was suddenly catapulted into the leadership of the bus protest in Montgomery several years ago that we would have the support of the white church. I felt that the white ministers, priests, and rabbis of the South would be some of our strongest allies. Instead, some few have been outright opponents, refusing to understand the freedom movement and misrepresenting its leaders; all too many others have been more cautious than courageous and have remained silent behind the anesthetizing security of stained-glass windows. In spite of my shattered dreams of the past, I came to Birmingham with the hope that the white religious leadership of this community would see the justice of our cause and with deep moral concern serve as the channel through which our just grievances could get to the power structure. I had hoped that each of you would understand. But again I have been disappointed… The contemporary church is so often a weak, ineffectual voice with an uncertain sound. It is so often the arch supporter of the status quo. Far from being disturbed by the presence of the church, the power structure of the average community is consoled by the church’s often vocal sanction of things as they are. But the judgment of God is upon the church as never before. If the church of today does not recapture the sacrificial spirit of the early church, it will lose its authentic ring, forfeit the loyalty of millions, and be dismissed as an irrelevant social club with no meaning for the twentieth century. I meet young people every day whose disappointment with the church has risen to outright disgust. I hope the church as a whole will meet the challenge of this decisive hour.
Denise and I have both been advocates and allies for people of color, the economically oppressed, the LGBTQAI+ community, and others who have been quite literally oppressed by the system. That was also a part of my calling as a military Chaplain as I stood with so many who were marginalized and/or targeted, especially in the larger faith community. In the Air Force, they were the Jewish, Muslim, Pagan, and others who’s faith didn’t match up with some of our more conservative christian (lower case is intentional) military members. As I look back and remember… as I look to the present and our work in our community of Estes Park… I am, at times, haunted by the voice of Dr King’s call to meet the challenge of this decisive hour (which rings as true today as it did back in August of 1963).
Dr King was familiar with the writings of another great theologian who lived his faith on the edge. In his sermon on 2 Corinthians 12:9, Dietrich Bonhoeffer said the following: Christianity stands or falls with its revolutionary protest against violence, arbitrariness and pride of power and with its plea for the weak. Christians are doing too little to make these points clear rather than too much. Christendom adjusts itself far too easily to the worship of power. Christians should give more offense, shock the world far more, than they are doing now. Christian should take a stronger stand in favor of the weak rather than considering first the possible right of the strong.
Dr King, just like Bonhoeffer before him, rose to that challenge. The question… the challenge… for me… for each one who calls themselves a follower of Christ is this: Will we?

The sun has set and the Vesper Lights flicker and glow
The end of an exhausting day
Exhausting yet also productive
My heart is still with those walking through the Valley of the Shadows
My heart is with those who suffer at the hands of ignorance and hate
My voice lifts up to challenge privilege
My voice cries out for walls to be torn down
My heart weeps for this nation and world
Yet in the midst of it all, I do see hope
In that hope will I trust
May the light of Your Justice, Mercy, Love, and Peace shine, Lord
In your mercy, hear this humble prayer
Dona Nobis Pacem
Grant Us Peace
A wee prayer from the heart of your exhausted Padre…
Thank you, Ronnie
In the months following the Civil War a group met in Nashville, Tennessee to create a school for former slaves and the children of former slaves. Clinton Fisk, a Reconstruction-era bureaucrat, endowed the new enterprise with much needed funds and a collection of abandoned army barracks. What would become Fisk University was born, one of the oldest historically black colleges in the U.S., producing alumni like W.E.B. Du Bois, Hazel O’Leary, and John Lewis.
It wasn’t easy for Fisk, an African American school in the Deep South of the late 1800s. Within a few years the fledgling institution hung on the precipice of bankruptcy. The music director – who was also Fisk’s treasurer and understood the grave financial crisis – organized a few of the students into a touring choir.
They called themselves the “Jubilee Singers,” an appropriate name. “Jubilee,” described in the Hebrew Scriptures, came around once…
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The sun has set and the Vesper Lights flicker and glow
A good Lord’s Day Worship Service
Installing a new group of Deacons and Elders
Yet also a difficult day
Walking with dear ones through difficult times
Walking once more through the Valley of the Shadows
Hospital calls and prayers
Sacred moments and conversations
Lord, you know the concerns and the needs
For these dear ones and so many others
I lift this humble prayer to you
Dona Nobis Pacem
Grant Us Peace
A wee prayer from the heart of your Padre…
I had never heard Satchmo/Satch/Pops’ spoken introduction to this song before. As the Spirit often does, a comment about something else made me think about this song and when I searched for it this was the first result on YouTube! I think it is worth sharing… especially in today’s environment where in some people’s minds it is okay for hate-filled white males to denigrate a Native American Peacemaker…
Thank you, Satchmo, for this reminder… it still can be… but it is up to us, dear reader, it is up to us…
Beautiful, Malcom!
Photo by Margot Krebs Neale
The set readings for this third Sunday of Epiphany tell the story of ‘the first of the signs that Jesus did and manifested forth his glory’; the transformation of water into wine at the wedding at Cana. (John 2:1-11). I love this miracle, though John doesn’t call it a miracle, he rightly calls it a sign. It is a sign that points to so many profound and liberating things about the God whom Jesus reveals to us; His delight in and concern for our own personal life and loves, attested by His presence at the wedding feast, His abundant generosity in more than meeting our needs in the midst of everyday life, His call to us to move from the mere outward purity, symbolised by the water for ritual washing, to a transformation of inward joy, symbolised by the wine. But most importantly, this sign…
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Beautiful, Charlotte!

As we Ordain and Install our Ruling Elders and Deacons in the Class of 2021 at Presbyterian Community Church of the Rockies, I am so thankful for those willing to respond to God’s call to serve and the varieties of gifts each of our Elders and Deacons bring to this ministry. I also consider the extravagant gifts God gives to those of us who are privileged to live in this beautiful area. For a photographer and nature lover, this is truly a magical place to live!
When I read the Gospel lesson for tomorrow, I am, of course, overpowered by the miracle at Cana. But it may not be for the reasons you might imagine. While I do love a glass of good wine, the fact that Jesus turned the water into the finest wine that would have been served before the wedding guests got drunk isn’t what overpowers me. The fact that Mary essentially wore her son down until he finally did what she asked isn’t what gets me. What gets me is the thought that Jesus transformed the ordinary into the extraordinary!
Isn’t that what we ask Jesus to do when we come to him? In the Catholic Liturgy for the Eucharist, the people pray — Lord, I am not worthy to receive you, but only say the word and I shall be healed. In the traditional Methodist Liturgy, the people pray — We do not presume to come to your table, merciful Lord, trusting in our own righteousness, but in your great love and countless acts of mercy. We are not even worthy to gather up the crumbs under your table, but you are the Lord who always delights in showing mercy.
We ask for the extravagant grace of God despite how we have failed to live up to Christ’s calling. I think about my own calling to ministry. God has given me the grace to be able to serve around the world for thirty-two years. When I have fallen on my face and messed things up royally, I feel more like Mad Dog 20/20 rather than a fine wine. Yet Jesus continues to take this frail, fragile, and broken Padre and use me for his work. By grace I am able to be his hands and feet in this world.
We will ordain and install Deacons and Ruling Elders at worship tomorrow. In the Presbyterian Church (USA) polity (form of government) candidates for Ordination and Installation as Ruling Elders, Deacons, and Ministers are exactly the same with the exception of the last question. The reason for this is that in our denomination, we are all called to an equal calling to be the hands and feet of Christ.
And the extravagant gifts God gives us are like the gifts of the Spirit Paul talks about in the reading from 1 Corinthians 12. My charge to the new Deacons and Elders tomorrow will be to take these gifts and use them in their calling to be the hands and feet of Christ.
What gifts have you been given, dear reader? And how will you use these gifts to the greater Glory of God?
❤️❤️
Charleston Through an Artist's eye
Why worry about the loaves and fishes?
If you say the right words, the wine expands.
If you say them with love
and the felt ferocity of that love
and the felt necessity of that love,
the fish explode into many.
Imagine him, speaking,
and don’t worry about what is reality,
or what is plain, or what is mysterious.
If you were there, it was all those things.
If you can imagine it, it is all those things.
Eat, drink, be happy.
Accept the miracle.
Accept, too, each spoken word
spoken with love.