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Posts Tagged ‘reflection’

Julie’s Jar, “Dear Millenials,”

Dear Millenials,

You are not the first generation to be called whiners and you won’t be the last.*

You are not the first generation to be called unpatriotic because you questioned out loud the domestic and foreign policy of your country and you won’t be the last.*

You are not the first generation to be called self-centered and you won’t be the last.*

You are not the first generation to be called pre-occupied and distracted, accused of having a sense of entitlement, lazy, disloyal, don’t know how to work, etc., etc., etc. and you won’t be the last.*

Take heart, you are part of thousands of years of a tradition maligning the next generation. Remember what a wise person once told me. “When someone is pointing a finger at you, there are three more pointing back at them.” Go ahead. I know you want to see what that looks like, right? Consider that every time a person older than you says, “Millenials are…..” there are three fingers pointing back at them, only they can’t or won’t recognize the projection they are doing.

It also reminds me of the Jesus saying, “Before pointing out the speck in the millennial’s eye, take the log out of your own eye.”

And to the rest of you, including myself, who are not millennials, let’s stop perpetuating the generational trash talk. We were once accused of the same things.*


A Cusper (born in between Baby Boomer and Generation X)


*Primary source documents from the Ancient Greeks to the present indicate as much.

Julie’s Jar, “Hits a Nerve”

-www-google-com-searchIt hits a deep nerve, this news. As I listened to pieces of the report, it hit a deep nerve. For years, reports of child abuse by clergy in the Roman Catholic church in a diocese in Pennsylvania were covered up. According to the grand jury report, over 300 priests abused children over seven decades and the church hierarchy covered it up.

Thousands of children’s lives were traumatized, unnecessarily. The system allowed it to continue: a system that enshrined and justified power over others in religious language and practice. But let’s not kid ourselves, this kind of power abuse and trauma happens in systems like ours, in which the church is more democratically and congregationally organized.

We have an obligation to be vigilant and full of care for the sake of vulnerable people, and children are vulnerable. It is our responsibility to be a place of genuine sanctuary for children. People we are supposed to be able to trust sometimes betray that trust, but that doesn’t mean all people are untrustworthy. It is imperative that we as a community of faith, create a place where boundaries are repeatedly clear, safeguards are in place and clearly stated over and over.

It is the practice of our congregation to provide child care with a staff member who is certified through a Department of Justice background check. It is our practice to never allow children to be alone, one-on-one with an adult who is not their parent. It is most important that children learn the situations that are trustworthy and not be forced to trust people merely because they are in a position of authority. We all need to work together to create the space, the situations in which children can recognize they are safe. Just because we know someone is no guarantee they are safe. We need to create safe situations as clearly and redundantly as possible. And we need to listen to children and youth when they sound any alarm bells, however subtle they sometimes may be.

Some of us may feel a nostalgic longing for bygone days when one didn’t have to worry about such matters. Let me remind you that the grand jury report indicated the behavior had been going on for over 70 years! (The oldest victim who spoke to the grand jury is 83.) Let me be clear that that this behavior has been a hidden part of human brokenness for generations upon generations. It was barely a hundred years ago that child labor in our own country was acceptable.

When we have the moral strength to shine a light on this reprehensible abuse of power, we begin to make safe space for victims too often blamed for a crime perpetrated on them. The legacy of abuse is an injury people have to maneuver throughout their entire life. This saying of Jesus is often thought to be referring to children: “If any of you put a stumbling block before one of these little ones who believe in me, it would be better for you if a great millstone were hung around your neck and you were thrown into the sea.” (Mark 9:42) It is imperative that as people who follow Jesus, we make the way safe for vulnerable people, especially children.

Julie’s Jar, “30 Years”

It’s been 30 years. I’ve served First Christian Church of Pomona for more than half my life as associate pastor, acting pastor, senior pastor, pastor. I have little stickers a friend gave to me close to 30 years ago that read “There’s nothing sinister about a woman minister.” My husband and co-worker in the vineyard (Mike Fronk), likes to opine, “There’s something sinister about a woman minister.”

Devoting one’s life, one’s ministry to building the body of Christ is a pretty low status endeavor, especially these days, even in the church. Much more interesting, provocative and popular are so-called niche ministries, entrepreneurial ministries. People have a passion they want to pursue; that’s fine, but I wonder if one really needs to be ordained for pursuing one’s own passion.

Building the body of Christ is important and messy work. Without this important work however, individuals would be less likely to discern a vocation, a call to pursue a particular focus. Building the body of Christ is still, I believe, necessary work, even if it’s not of particular interest to seminarians, denominational executives and the like.

“Society is losing the art of fostering community,” according to John O’Donahue in Eternal Echoes. Fostering community is at the heart of building the body of Christ. We are a school dedicated to learning our original name, “beloved”. We are a school committed to learning the art of forgiveness and compassion.

It may not be sexy, popular, provocative or provide someone with their perceived need to feel “passionate” about what they do, but I still believe, after 30 years, that building the body of Christ in the world and for the world is the best work a pastor can do. In fact, it is my opinion that a pastor is someone who does precisely that in partnership with the community of faith. It’s not always focused. In fact, it’s all over the place. On any given day I will engage in pastoral care, plan worship, write emails, prepare a class, make phone calls to remind people about a meeting or invite to an event/meeting/class/etc., visit a member, meet-up with a visitor, participate/attend a meeting. There are days I wish it were more focused and less frenetic; there are days I’m grateful for the richness of the variety. I am always grateful for the privilege of being part of people’s lives in the various ages and stages of development, learning, crisis, celebration and service.

Thank you, dear friends in Christ. Thank you for allowing me to grow up in Christ with you these last 30 years. For your patience and perseverance, for your love and living. I have become more of who I think God created me to be because of you. I hope I have and will continue to help you become more of whom God is creating you to be.

Sermon Audio, “30 Years”, Julie, 8/05/18

Here is Julie’s sermon from Sunday,August 05, 2018.

The scriptures were Hebrews 12:1-2a, Romans 12:1-2

(To play, click on the far left of the long rectangle.)