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When Benchmarks Become the Goal -- A Pedometer Parable

PedometerImage via WikipediaYesterday I got up dutifully with my son to make sure he got to the bus at 6:10 AM.  Then I was on my way to the gym to work out...something I've been trying to do for a few weeks now to lose weight (because I need to) and get healthy (because it's a good thing).  I can't say I'm always ready and willing at that hour, but I was good to go yesterday and I was looking forward to some time on the elliptical trainer and some weight lifting.

An added driving force is this new pedometer I have through "Virgin HealthMiles."  It's something through our insurance company where there's cash and other bonuses for folks who are taking their daily steps, with challenges against other clergy in other areas and personal challenges.  And, let's face it...it's a good thing.  Getting clergy active, considering our generally poor health record, has got to help.  Last time I tried to set up one of the pedometer accounts it wasn't compatible with Mac Computers, so I didn't sign up.  That's changed now and I'm counting my steps...and trying to get 7499 steps per day (I don't know where the number comes from.  But it's a goal.

Yesterday after my son was on the bus I made my way to the hotel, slid across the ice in the parking lot (since I had forgotten my grippers in an act of poor planning), and made my way to the hotel.  As I got to the door my heart sunk because I realized I had forgotten my pedometer at home.  But...but...but...I was going to miss all of those steps on the elliptical trainer!  I was going to miss all of those steps on the long walk to the health center in the hotel!  I was going to have trouble meeting my pedometer goal for the day!  Literally, my heart sunk.  I could feel it.  And I actually questioned, for a brief moment, IF IT WAS WORTH GOING THROUGH WITH IT AT ALL!

What a silly thought.  Even after just a short time with the pedometer in my life, keeping track of the benchmark of the number of steps taken through the day I had, for a moment, mistaken the benchmark for the goal.  I had placed my recording of steps in front of the ultimate goal of getting healthy.  I had forgotten to keep the main thing the main thing. 

Benchmarks are important.  They are measureables.  I think keeping track of steps is a good indicator of health.  But there are other ways to get healthy and this is just one of the factors. 

I think benchmark testing in schools is a good thing.  It gives an indication of how education is going across a large spectrum.  But it's possible to come to the realization that some teachers end up teaching to meet the benchmarks and not to educate the children.

And benchmarks are important in church life, too.  What is membership like?  Is it going up or down?  What percentage of a church's budget is going to missions?  How many persons were baptized last year?

But sometimes clergy and churches try to protect their benchmarks to the detriment of ministry.  Many a pastor has kept long-gone members on their membership rolls to pad their membership numbers.  And I was told about a pastor of mine who, when counting attendance on a Sunday, used to add about 10% for all the people he believed were in fellowship hall getting coffee.

As our church deals with some financial realities about being in our new space, we have some benchmarks of our own.  They're dollar figures.  And I confess that, with them looming over our heads, it can be tempting to think of ministry as "HOW CAN WE MAXIMIZE OUR INCOME" and not "HOW CAN WE MAKE MORE DISCIPLES FOR JESUS CHRIST IN THE WORLD." 

For instance, yesterday at a clergy gathering, it was mentioned how Girdwood Chapel has taken one or two Sundays "off" each year to engage in service projects in our community.  It's a way to be reminded of our community and also, through service, to be reminded of how Christ has served us.  And we've done so willingly, with lots of participation.  However, it has meant a hit to our finances...no offering collected.  One of the other clergy asked if we were doing it this year and I said that it will be a challenge because of what our finances look like.

In other words, our need to show an increase in income was getting in the way of faithful ministry.  Our benchmark may be getting in the way of the goal.  We might be forgetting to keep the main thing the main thing.

That said, I'm gonna keep my odometer on me today.  Sure, I want to be healthy.  But I also don't want to lose any "steps" along the way.

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The Good Samaritan and The Church -- A Parable from Leonard Sweet

Copeland Church, Copeland, TexasImage by Tom Haymes via FlickrThere was once a broken-down old mainline/sideline/offline church traveling on the road from yesterday to tomorrow when it fell among postmodern culture. It was stripped of its place in society, leaving it beat up, left behind, and more than half dead.

Now by chance there was a doctoral student going down the road who passed by on the other side. “I’ve got papers due, and besides, that dead old denomination hasn’t got any life left in it.”

In the same way a prophetic pastor came to the place, saw the broken-down church, and whispered to himself, “O Lord, let me retire before it finally dies.”
 
But then a complete nobody, who didn’t know enough not to get involved, and who had failed the Jesus course, found the church and had compassion on it.  She/he bound up its wounds, pouring on the oil of hope and the wine of Christ’s blood, poured out the oil of forgiveness of sin; then set it on his/her own beast and took it to a place where it could re:flect and re:fresh and find healing. He/she said to the keeper, “This poor old church is almost dead. It may or may not have anything to say to a new world; but make it as comfortable as you can, spend whatever you have to, until I come back…”

Found in Leonard Sweet, So Beautiful

HT:  NextReformation

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"The Parable of the Persistent Widow" (Sermon from 27 June 2010)

Photo of Christ in Hagia Sofia.Image via Wikipedia
Luke 18:1-8 (New International Version)

 1Then Jesus told his disciples a parable to show them that they should always pray and not give up. 2He said: "In a certain town there was a judge who neither feared God nor cared about men. 3And there was a widow in that town who kept coming to him with the plea, 'Grant me justice against my adversary.'

 4"For some time he refused. But finally he said to himself, 'Even though I don't fear God or care about men, 5yet because this widow keeps bothering me, I will see that she gets justice, so that she won't eventually wear me out with her coming!' "

 6And the Lord said, "Listen to what the unjust judge says. 7And will not God bring about justice for his chosen ones, who cry out to him day and night? Will he keep putting them off? 8I tell you, he will see that they get justice, and quickly. However, when the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on the earth?"


I love a good story although I’m a lousy reader of fiction. But I can get into a spoken story…you know ones with wizards and princesses or superheroes or war heroes…stories of long ago and far away or not so long ago and not so far away…stories that teach, stories that make us laugh, stories that make us cry…stories for kids…stories for adults…stories with a punch line…and stories that make us wanting more. Part of this love for stories, I think, is a recognition that stories are part of the human experience. We are, one could say, a mix of stories…not all of them of equal value but all of them, in a way, shaping us into being who we are.

"Parable of the Prodigal Son" -- Sermon for 20 June 2010

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Text:  Luke 15:1-3, 11-32

We are well into our summer sermon series, looking at the parables of Jesus.  Part of the premise of this series is that stories are one of the main ways we learn and share and relate with one another.  When children are first learning concepts, it is often through storybooks.  When persons are welcomed into a family, there are a whole bunch of stories that come with them.   From great novels to family histories, from totem poles to Sunday School lessons we are a people who are shaped and taught and defined through the stories that we share with one another.

Stories have been a big part of my ten years here at Girdwood Chapel.  Now, part of it is because I truly believe, theologically, that this is how we most learn.  But, more, there have been some great stories.

One of my favorites, and I’ve told it many times (which is the way it works with stories), is the story of why children get a big piece of bread at Holy Communion.   It was shortly after I got here that, during communion one week, little Jack B_____ was extra hungry when it came time for the bread and juice.  So, Jack came up for communion along with his family.  He received.  And sat down.  And after having eaten his bread he decided that he wanted more.  So he came up a second time…got handed bread and juice…and sat down.  And when he had finished, he wanted more.  So he came back a third time.  And it was funny.  And Jack was well fed that day.

"The Parables of the Mustard Seed and the Leaven" (Sermon for 13 June 2010)

Text: Matthew 13:31-34 

Here we are in our summer sermon series, looking at the Parables of Jesus. We’re going to hit the ones we could tell from memory and the ones we’re not sure we’ve ever heard before. We’re going to look at the big ones and, like this week, the small ones. 

To begin, we’ve been saying that stories are very important to us as human beings. They have a role in defining us, in teaching us, and shaping our future actions. They are what we share when we get together and what we blog about and put as our Facebook status updates. They’re what we can’t wait to get on the phone and share with our parents…or our children…or our friends. And, every day, if we pay attention, there are more stories to be told.

One of my favorite stories from the past ten years at Girdwood Chapel is the story of the move from our church from the property up near Jack Sprat’s restaurant down to our present location. It was in late May of 2003. The church had been put on the back of a flat-bed truck the day before and had been rachetted down. And then, on a beautiful evening, we had a crew walk behind the church to follow it to its new location, just about where the sanctuary is on our new construction. There were about 87 of us that day. And, in the back of my old Toyota pickup truck, we took rocks from the old location to raise up an "Ebenezer" (1 Samuel 7:7-12) at our new location…a stone monument to the continuing blessing of our God. That Ebenezer’s been moved a few times, but we hope to get it up once we’re done moving machinery around.