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Pastor Debbie's E-Spire - February 3, 2021
When I was in seminary, I got connected with the United Methodist Women (UMW) of the North Georgia Conference. I was invited to help with their Mission U (a conference on missions in the UMC), teach kids, lead workshops, and speak at retreats. I have a variety of stories I could tell from those times, but the one that keeps coming to mind is from a worship service at a retreat. I had been asked to preach for the weekend, and as a student, I had only preached one other time. So, I worked with my preaching professor, and then the other preaching professor, and shaped and formed my sermons until they were as good as I could get them. That Saturday night came (the big preaching event of the weekend) and we were in this big room of a lodge with a nice fire behind the pulpit and the women around the room. I don’t remember the numbers well, but I’d say there were probably about 75 people there. And as I started to preach, the smoke from the fire burned my eyes. My eyes started to water and I took a minute to try and clear them. Only they just kept burning and my eyes kept watering. I could barely open them it was so bad. Now, the room wasn’t particularly smokey. I don’t remember coughing or any of the women coughing or anyone getting up to tend the fire. I just had this strong reaction to the smoke. But I also had a sermon to read and preach. Only I couldn’t see it with my eyes watering so badly. So, I did the only thing that made sense to me at the time---I kept preaching. I had labored on that sermon for hours. Talked about it to both professors. Gone in and edited it again. While I didn’t have it memorized, I did know what I planned to say. I simply had to rely on my preparation and hope for the best. I preached the rest of the sermon, basically blinded by the smoke, and then went and sat down. Oddly enough, no one seemed bothered by my watering eyes or my hindered preaching. After I sat down (I don’t remember how long it took) things cleared up and my eyes stopped burning, and hence stopped watering and I was fine the rest of the night.
I had a couple of take-aways from that evening. One was that if I prepared well, I could rely on my preparation if I had to. Even if every detail didn’t go according to plan, I could use the planning I had done. I also learned that sometimes we are forced to walk (or preach) blind. Not everything goes according to plan. Sometimes you just have to close your eyes and move forward.
Twelve months into the pandemic and I think we’ve all been walking blind for a bit. (If only I had this story on my heart back at the start of this!) In many ways, we haven’t and don’t know what the future will hold. We have hopes, but we hardly know when exactly it will happen. So, we have to keep relying on our preparation—trusting that what we know from the past will be enough for now, and in many ways taking little steps of faith in order to just keep going. It’s really hard to see the future right now. It’s hard to plan for particulars for April, or May, let alone June, July, or August. So, we have to take a breath and do the best we can.
Peace and grace,
Pastor Debbie
Pastor Debbie's E-Spire - February 16, 2021
Tomorrow is Ash Wednesday. It is the beginning of the season of Lent (the 40 days, plus Sundays) of preparation before Easter. Traditionally it’s a time of sacrifice and fasting….spiritual cleansing of sorts to then fully embrace the goodness and grace of Easter.
And, over the centuries, the practices of fasting have sometimes felt more punitive than purifying. For some, Lent is only about the things they can’t have—meat, alcohol, coffee, chocolate, dessert, and less about opening their hearts to the movement of God. In the decades I’ve been alive, I’ve seen significant movement within the church for folks to find things to embrace, and not just sacrifices to make. I’ve been invited to add in a practice of prayer, a Bible study, journaling, meditation, music, and time in an intentional relationship.
This year, when asked, I’ve heard a chorus of clergy say “I’m not giving anything else up, I’ve sacrificed enough this year!” Which I totally get. AND, I know many folks have allowed “coping mechanisms” of alcohol, comfort food, and other vices to take hold in the pandemic and haven’t turned to God as they might have otherwise. If that rings true for you, I’d invite you to think about setting something aside this Lent. Personally, I’ve allowed Facebook to be a numbing agent. When I need a diversion, I scroll and it’s not always (often?) life-giving. So, one of my Lenten fasts is regularly scrolling social media. I will allow myself just one time a day to check-in, post for myself and the church page, and check-in with friends, and then off again.
The other side of the season is to add in practices…find things that nurture your relationship with God. Maybe that’s a dedicated time of prayer, maybe it’s reading a book on faith, studying a book of the Bible, singing from the hymnal or with your favorite praise songs, or sending care cards to family and friends. There are lots of options.
You can always choose multiple things. Whatever you do, I do hope you will think about what you can do intentionally to nurture your relationship with God. Maybe you’ll give up something so you can be more mindful and ask God to fill the needs in your heart and mind, or maybe you’ll add in a practice to establish a more regular rhythm in your discipleship.
For all of us, I pray that we receive the gifts of the season.
Through the church, we do have a few special offerings for Lent. We hope you’ll take advantage of the ways that feel right to you.
We are using the Ash Wednesday service created and offered by the District office. The service is about 45 minutes long and will post on our Facebook page at 6 am tomorrow. It will then be available any time after. I invite you to take time to worship, to focus on the themes of repentance for Ash Wednesday, and start Lent intentionally.
Small group book study on “The Sermon on the Mount” by Amy Jill Levine. We have multiple days and times that are possibilities. Many started this week, but it’s not too late to join. For class times you can use this link, or you can email Jenny at This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.
We are making prayer flags. We have swatches of fabric for you to write your prayers and we will string them together to make a prayer banner. They can be specific prayers or general ones. You’re invited to use the open sanctuary times (listed below) to come to do a swatch (or two or three) or to email me and I can do a door-drop delivery.
We are taking a special offering to help the World Health Organization and the United Nations deliver and administer COVID-19 vaccines in the developing world. To donate, send a check or make a Paypal donation and use “vaccines” in the memo line.
We are offering various ministry opportunities for children and youth. This includes a small group study at 9 am online on Sundays for teens. “Take 10” (at 10:10 on Sunday mornings for elementary and Junior High aged kids) and a “Chopped Challenge” on a Sunday afternoon. If you have a kiddo or youth who would like to participate, please contact Jenny at This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.
We are opening the sanctuary for prayer on Sunday mornings from 9:30-10:30 (starting 2/21) and Wednesday afternoons from 4:00-5:00 pm (starting 2/24). You may enter the sanctuary from the main door or the accessible entrance. There will be a host to greet you and answer questions if you have them. You must mask and distance when in the building.
In Christ,
Pastor Debbie
Pastor Debbie E-Spire- - February 10, 2021
In Sunday's service, I talked about the call of the disciples and hope that you (like I) found some more humanity in their relationship...Jesus building rapport and getting to know the fishermen before inviting them to follow him. At the end of the sermon, I share some questions for reflection. I offer them here in case you need to see them, or a little nudge to pray about them. As I said on Sunday, if you are willing to share where you are in your journey, I'd love to hear from you.
If you have a prayer journal—even if you don’t, I hope that you’ll write these down—ask:
Where am I as a disciple of Jesus?
Am I a disciple? Am I a follower?
Or am I still waiting for this guy to mean something?
When you think about Jesus, does it feel like he’s some random dude asking weird questions?
Or is he someone who’s curious and listening to you, starting to know you?
Or does it feel like he’s someone who’s inviting you to live differently?
Or does it feel like those things have already happened and you’re in it…following him and watching him and learning from him as part of a deep friendship?
Peace and health,
Pastor Debbie
Pastor Debbie's E-Spire - February 3, 2021
Have you ever fallen out of the habit? I’m sure you have. We’ve all established a habit of some sort…journaling, exercise, daily devotions, time with a loved one, reading the paper….it could be almost anything to which we dedicate ourselves. And then something happens…an illness, time away, change in expectations and we pause, sure we’ll get back right away, and then we don’t, and then we have a series of days without the habit and the longer we wait to restart, the harder it seems to get back at it. At least, that’s how it is for me.
And that’s how it’s been with the e-spire. I fell out of the habit in December as I recovered from COVID (and had significant “brain fog”), worked on Advent and Christmas services, and helped Rick recover from surgery. And then when I planned to start writing again in January, on Epiphany, we faced the attacks on the Capitol and I simply couldn’t find the right words. And then it felt nearly impossible—where would I start? What would I say? Should I apologize for my apparent silence?
Like figuring out when to jump in with double-dutch jump rope, I struggled to get the rhythm, and then I decided I just had to do it.
I don’t expect my writing to be perfect, or life-changing. I hope that, in general, these are helpful for your own reflections in your walk of faith. I try not to send anything that feels forced. If I don’t have a “good word” to share, I simply don’t. And I hope that these reflections are a way of helping you to “think theologically”—putting a faith lens on ordinary things in our everyday lives.
Today, I hope you’ll look at your own habits….are there any you’ve fallen out of? Any you wish to have back again? Could you start again today? Or tomorrow? Remember, it doesn’t have to be perfect, you just have to jump.
In Christ,
Pastor Debbie
Pastor Debbie's E-Spire - November 25, 2020
I can’t taste or smell. I woke up in the night a little over a week ago and the cough drop I put in my mouth had no flavor. I thought, “Maybe it’s just old…” and didn’t worry too much. Until I woke up at my normal time and my brain kicked into gear and I still couldn’t taste it. I reached for the menthol and I couldn’t smell it. So I tried the clove cream—not that either. And I knew it must be coronavirus. I hope it wouldn’t be. The small group of people I told prayed that it wasn’t. But I knew it had to be…how else could I completely lose taste and smell overnight? Especially with no other symptoms. I had a telehealth call and then a Covid test. Positive. Not surprising.
It’s been 10 days and still no taste or smell. No taste is a little deceiving. I have the basics (if you remember that little anatomy picture with the parts of the tongue outlined….salty, sweet, sour….I have those. I can feel the burn of hot pepper, but no actual taste to know if it’s a serrano or a jalapeno (and yes, normally I can taste the difference).
In my family, the holidays are all about the food. I mean, we decorate and dress up and spend time together too, but the food is a BIG deal. People spend hours making pies (dough from scratch), sides, roasting meat, mixing drinks…all of it. And in some years we all get together. We used to be 21, then the cousins (that’s my generation) started getting married, and then having babies and we kept adding more and more. Now, if we were all to be together (without my grandmother or my mom) we’d be 52. And we would have a feast. So many memories are interlaced with food.
And this year, I can’t taste. I can’t taste ham, or turkey, or green bean casserole. I can’t taste weird jello salad or any of the made-from-scratch desserts.
I don’t say that for you to feel sorry for me, but so you’ll know I’m lamenting that this year. The things that make the holiday special and set apart are essentially numb. I can eat any of it that I want, but it’s not the same without the flavors. For all intents and purposes, I should probably eat greens all week, maybe even harken back to my childhood nemesis: liver and onions, I can’t taste it anyway!!
But, I’ve also been challenged to realize that a meal is more than the flavors. Textures and temperatures matter too (more than I used to think, actually, the crunch of a carrot, the hot creaminess of coffee with cream, the smoothness of chocolate pie, they’re all still there). Having the table set nicely with a bunch of flowers and a couple of taper candles, that matters too. That fosters the ambiance I grew up with, especially if I add in shining my grandmother’s silver serving dish to the work of the week.
That’s the long way of saying that even though things are drastically different and some things completely lost this year, there is still much to cherish and enjoy. Good music, making memories, being covered in flour by my little helpers, and laughing together, that’s also the heart of the holiday.
This Thanksgiving day will be different for lots of reasons. We didn’t get to go to New York as we had planned. We don’t get to gather with family (chosen or otherwise), at least one of us can’t taste. And so the holiday will be what we choose to make of it. In our house, it might be chicken soup to help everyone get better. Or it might be a turkey or a couple of slices of pie. It can be a beautiful table or TV trays. It can be the holiday mix on Pandora or a zoom call with family. It might be board games and puzzles, or a day out sledding.
The virus has taken and changed a lot for each of us this year, including, now, the holidays. But despite what is different, there are still things to relish. And, the lack of somethings will help us be more attuned to other things. I would invite you to savor the nuances, the details, and the things you can experience. Take it all in. Make it memorable. Maybe still buy yourself some flowers for the table, or break out the good dishes, even if it is just you or your household, make it special. Don’t count it all as a loss. Cherish what we you do have.
And please be safe. This virus is out there, often unbeknownst to us (remember, I was not knowingly in direct contact with someone, I mask where I go, I wash regularly, and I distance, and still, I got it). If you need help with food or a meal, we have resources for that too, just let me know and I’d be glad to help (I’m finally out of quarantine!).
Peace and blessings,
Pastor Debbie
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