Easter VII

Commencement:
Baptist Seminary of Kentucky

Today I was honored to join the faculty, trustees, staff and students of Baptist Seminary of Kentucky at Georgetown Baptist Church for their Eighth Commencement Ceremony. They graciously invited me to bring an address. (For seminary graduation this is something of a combination speech and sermon.) We had a lovely time. We recognized and celebrated six fine graduates. I’m especially grateful to President Greg Earwood and Dean Dalen Jackson for extending the invitation.

The following is an excerpt from the address. We are working to make it available in its entirety. The address is entitled “Much Ado” and is based on this Sunday’s lectionary text John 15:9-17.

I. Much Ado about the Good News of Friendship and Love

The 1993 movie production of Shakespeare’s “Much Ado about Nothing” stars Emma Thompson as Beatrice. The movie opens with her sitting on a low tree branch reading poetry to a group of friends:

Sigh no more my ladies, sigh no more.
Men were deceivers ever, 
One foot in sea and one on shore, 
To one thing constant never: 
Then sigh not so, but let them go, 
And be you blithe and bonny, 
Converting all your sounds of woe, 
Into Hey nonny, nonny. 

Here’s a 2012 translation: Hey girlfriends the guys are wishy-washy and will leave you high and dry. Don’t waste your breath on love. Let it go and have some fun! Don’t make such ado over nothing!  Sigh no more, she says.

And yet the world gives us so much to sigh over. . .

In 2012, your year of graduation from seminary, the world in which we live is riddled with every trouble imaginable: ecological and economic crises, war, hunger, disease, poverty, addictions to fossil fuels for feeding our obsessions with things and mobility, addictions to substances for avoiding pain in our broken bodies and relationships. My daily google news alert about “pastors and ministry” is sadly filled with stories of deception, abuse, poor leadership, and broken promises. We are often left with little more to do than sigh…

Beatrice says sigh no more! Instead cast your woes aside, let it go, or turn the disappointments blithely into jokes. Now turning things into jokes can be fun! Ironic humor is a mainstay of the web . . . one of my personal favorites is the Unvirtuous Abbey.  Here’s how they describe themselves . . . Holier than thou, but not by much. Digital monks praying for people with first world problems. From our keyboard to God’s ears. Since Aug. 4, 2010. On Twitter they are followed 13,100+ and more than 4,800 people ‘like’ them on facebook. Here are some recent tweets:

* Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy iPad and iPhone they comfort me

* For those who practice procrastination as a religion, we shall eventually pray. (via @HeatherWriting)

* For those who think Jesus knows when you are sleeping & when you’re awake, & knows if you’ve been bad or good. We pray, for goodness sake.

* From Hannah ? @HamHamParty @UnvirtuousAbbey For those who are more concerned with what God hates than what God loves, we pray.

There is a certain relief in finding humor in and for the troubles of the world. There is relief in just laughing! However, if we pause to look just under the irony of the humor we can sense a sustained and powerful kind of longing, a deeply human desire for something authentic, genuine, real. The sighs are real and so is the longing. In an interview with the monks of the Unvirtuous Abbey last summer they shared a message from a follower that said: “I read you for the numerous laughs, but I’m following you for the nuggets of hope.”[i]

Every day millions of Americans make use of email, facebook, and twitter, and all the other new media to reach out to friends (and followers). Some observers see the technological explosion as merely another place to waste time and energy, and as a means to hide one’s identity. Yet for a whole generation of young adults and for many adults of all ages social media provide one more place – among many – for seeking connection, belonging, friendship, love and hope.

 


[i] The monks were interviewed by pastor and blogger Alan Rudnick.

Easter VI

Blackbirds 

Two poems arrived recently. Blackbirds wing their way regularly through my writing and imagination, harbingers of spiritual wisdom. I notice them everywhere I go. These will speak for themselves.

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silent black bird

swooping and swaggering
in my line of vision day upon day

calling me
beyond the ‘caw’

past the cry of my heart
into deeper silence still

you drink at the waterfall
pick through the grass
never saying a word

4/30/2012

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median

a crow just landed on the median wall
my husband announces as we drive down I-40

leaving our childhood homes behind us
and I wonder (he says sardonically) why?

I think to myself:
because . . . that is my life 

what?! I ask the crow impatiently
what!? I demand of my heart

the crow always says the same thing
listen

5/6/2012

Easter V

Springtime Six-Word Stories*

A dramatic portion of my energy is going to writing these days. What am I up to? Well the list is full at the moment. . .

I’m coming very near to a full draft of my book, Anatomy of a Schism. I’m crafting both a presentation for a conference on Ecclesiology and Ethnography and a commencement address for Baptist Seminary of Kentucky. And a co-authored essay with Chris Scharen for the Learning Pastoral Imagination Project is also on the docket. So my blogging is brief tonight.

On a four-mile run this evening the moonrise and its reflection stopped me in my tracks. The beauty of this long spring has reached out to me in a number of ways. So here are a few six-word stories arriving over the first few weeks of spring…

light show: acorns grow, leaves glow

moonrise reflection brings me up short

“take your bike to the ballgame”

“let the boat go by” – Keating

Peace to you, friends! More stories coming soon.
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This posts offers four six-word stories. They are a fun way to say a lot with a picture and just six words.

Easter IV

A Pastoral Letter to Baptists
April 26, 2012 

Greetings in the name of the living Christ, who came to us in human form, showed us the way of love, and who is dwelling among us even now.

Last week I spent three days in Atlanta attending A [Baptist] Conference on Sexuality and Covenant. Today I write to you as a Baptist and as a pastor. I offer you invitations and questions in the hope of extending this conversation.

Dear Southern Baptists:

From birth, you were my spiritual home, the place where I was nurtured in faith and baptized, endorsed for seminary and ordained for ministry. I long ago departed your house, but you were my first spiritual community. So I speak to you out of a sense of kinship and in a spirit of Baptist freedom.

Last week some of your offspring took up an important conversation about human sexuality and covenant. Please consider the event an invitation for you to do the same. Actually, you don’t need my invitation because 35 million Baptists who fill your church rolls are sexual beings. They need space to talk about their experience, the traditions of the church, the witness of scripture and the work of deliberation about sexuality and covenant. To extend the invitation, I offer these questions:

* How can Southern Baptists discuss openly and honestly what is going on in the world, withholding judgment until understanding has been reached?

* How will Southern Baptist churches seek understanding of the changing perceptions of bodies, sexuality, power, gender, violence and covenant?

* How will you discern the best possible responses and ways to live?

Some of your public statements as a Convention indicate a simple clarity. If nothing else, last week’s conversation demonstrated the vast diversity and complexity of the issues and perspectives, brokenness and beauty of human sexuality and covenant. This invitation is inspired by an ambitious hope. But why not? God has called us to be people of faith and hope.

Dear Cooperative Baptist Fellowship:

Thank you for hosting this event. What a gift! You have opened up an important conversation about human sexuality in its variety and diversity. We did not go to every edge. We did not address every difficulty. We did not name everything that needed naming. But what a giant leap forward we have taken!

I am grateful for the care, intentionality, diligent planning, spiritual preparation, and loving attention that went into this conference. It is hard to imagine how you could have given it any more of your best effort.

My invitation to you going forward, CBF, is to remain steady and continue holding conversations that matter, really matter, for our bodies, our lives, our relationships and the covenants that bind them together.

Churches in this fellowship who have taken steps to welcome and affirm brothers and sisters in Christ who are lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, queer/questioning (LGBTQ), know loss and grief are part of the decisions. They also know joy, clarity and renewal of community as part of the decisions. We can learn from them. Other churches are addressing violence and injustice of sex trafficking. Still others are challenging gender discrimination, clergy sexual misconduct, and domestic violence. Some have tried to find ways to live faithfully in communities where offenders and survivors alike receive ministry and care.  We can learn from them. To extend the invitation, I offer these questions:

* How can CBF continue conversations that keep the whole range and complexity of issues before us – both the thorny problems and the pure delight and pleasure of God’s good creation of human sexuality?

*How can CBF prioritize choosing, calling, electing and hiring leaders who will continue the conversation with us faithfully and without fear?

* How can CBF keep making community in a spirit of openness, respect, and kindness?

* How can CBF resist giving in to anxiety of those feeling threatened and those acting in fear?

Friends, may we have the courage to face every aspect of these complex issues including a policy that keeps us in fellowship with some while cutting us off from fellowship with others. We are in this together. Let us make room for each other. There is nothing to fear. God has called and invited us into a baptismal community with space for the full range of our lives and relationships.

Dear Alliance and Peace Fellowship Baptists:

Thank you for attending this conference and for leading the way into this conversation more than a decade ago. Last week at the midpoint of the conference, a group of us found ourselves stalling, literally waiting on lunch to be delivered. The hungry bodies, tired from too much sitting and slow, careful deliberations, were grumbling. Impatience and frustration seeped into the conversation.

One of my pastors finally asked a startling question, the best one of the hour, of the conference, for Alliance and Peace Fellowship Baptists: What will help us mitigate against the arrogance of being ahead of the curve on this conversation? As we talked together, other important questions emerged:

* What have we learned firsthand and how can we bear witness to the griefs and joys of becoming welcoming and affirming communities of faith?

* How does what we have learned inform where we are now and support others?

* What do we need to learn at this stage of the journey?

The invitation for Alliance and Peace Fellowship churches is to make use of the learning in the past and to help others who are new to the conversations about sexuality and covenant. Will you hear in this invitation the Spirit’s call?

Dear Glendale Baptist Church,

Friends I am grateful for your welcoming embrace of me and my family every day. You are my spiritual community in this season of my life. Last week’s meeting was a good moment in Baptist life. Thank you for the ministry of relentless presence and grace-filled kindness to our Baptist sisters and brothers through the years. My invitation to you is to offer your witness and testimony in increasingly public ways about the story we have lived and shared together.  To extend the invitation, I ask you to consider:

* Who needs to hear the good news of God’s radical hospitality?

* How do we share that story in faith and hope?

* What is the Spirit calling us to be and do in this time?

Baptist friends and family each invitation and question I have posed is particular. Yet any and all of them may fit for you here and now. I invite you to discern what may be next for you in the conversation about sexuality and covenant. And I invite you to embrace God’s Spirit of welcome, life and abundant grace.

Peace to you,
Eileen Campbell-Reed

Easter III

The [Baptist] Conference on Sexuality

A few quotes & tweets from the first day from the plenary speakers  . . . .

Jennell Williams Paris: sexual holiness is not an endless set of refusals. #SexandCovenant

Paris: sexual feelings & behavior are large categories, but sexual labels can’t capture identity as beloved children of God#SexandCovenant

Paris: what if all aspects of sexual identity were held by & expressive of our belovedness? #SexandCovenant

Paris: the church upholds structures that don’t support the spiritual practice of celibacy #SexandCovenant

Sayles: theological malpractice is when a pastor interps Paul to advise a woman to stay in an abusive relationship.#SexandCovenant

Sayles: who or what authors and authorizes our lives? Jesus: 4 sources- tradition, scripture, experience, reason #SexandCovenant

Sayles: we too often confuse the Living word Jesus & the written word which is a scriptural witness to life of Jesus. #SexandCovenant

Sayles: approach 2authority: keep tension between written word & living word Christ; God is Christlike & leads us to trust.#SexandCovenant

Sayles: god is better than god’s people. Audience: let’s hope!!#SexandCovenant

Sayles: what makes us into ecclesiastical border patrol officers? Nothing in god’s inclusiveness. #SexandCovenant

Sayles: these are not conversations ‘about them’ but ‘among us’.#SexandCovenant

Sharyn Dowd: discernment is sorting out voice of God from others competing for our allegiance & requires community#SexandCovenant

Dowd: need to discern new ways of thinking about sexual desire & behavior #SexandCovenant

Dowd: in most churches giving $$ records are more hidden than illicit sex. #biglaugh #SexandCovenant

Dowd: church is mixed bag of saints & sinners. ‘Weeds & wheat’ breaks down because we are all BOTH. #SexandCovenant

Dowd if we are condemned of welcoming sinners we’ll be in the good company of Jesus. #biglaugh #SexandCovenant

Dowd: none of our relationships are all they ought to be & need redemption. #SexandCovenant

 

 

Easter II

Another Kind of Salvation

Another year of share-cropping has begun. And already the first crisis has been averted: frost.

Last night the predictions for a mild freeze were on. So my farmer husband rounded up every trashcan, box, wheelbarrow, five-gallon bucket and cooler in the Campbell-Reed domain and hauled them over to the oversized garden // mini-farm. He covered the hills of squash and melons and two dozen tomato plants.

This morning my duties as the farmers’ wife kicked in. Now, I’m all about farmers being women, men and children, whoever does the actual farming. But in my case “farmer’s wife” is more accurate. He does the farming. I do what I’m asked when I can to help, which is sometimes more, sometimes less.

This morning my job was to uncover all the plants so that the boxes and trashcans which saved the plants wouldn’t become their graves or the cause of their untimely demise. So I put on my muddy shoes and old clothes and trudged into the field. (How dramatic of me.) But here’s the fun part. I got to roll away the stones. And under each one was a healthy, unfrozen plant, saved for a season of growth.

I’m not a big fan of Easter. I’d rather Lent go on for another six weeks. (Too often Easter feels hollow and cheap, whereas Lent feels honest and costly and full of the fullness of life.) But to be part of a story of salvation, no matter how small, feels hopeful. Call me a heretic or a sad sack but seeing small living things saved for life, when the odds were against them, when they should by all accounts be dead? It is a joy. Being part of a little resurrection that will feed people in the coming spring, summer and fall? That’s worth getting up for and putting on your muddy shoes.