Friday, March 15, 2024

United Methodist Revised Social Principles




Last night I attended another RMN (Reconciling Ministries Network" Field Guide to General Conference on ZOOM. This one was on the United Methodist Revised Social Principles.

John Hill, Interim General Secretary for GBCS (Global Board of Church and Society) led the discussion, which was very informative and helpful.

There were several things that caught my attention and stuck with me.

  • The re-ordering of information and conciseness of it all. I like the way the revised social principles ordered topics, arranging them logically and in helpful categories. Being able to see the side-by-side changes was helpful in understanding these changes.
  • Another  thing that stood out to me was the wording of "Community of All Creation".  What a beautiful way to word that section.
  • The entire "preamble" is pretty awesome (pages 6-7). This section below is what John shared at the closing of the ZOOM meeting:
"Therefore, whenever significant differences of opinion occur among Christians, some of which continue to divide the church deeply today, faithful Christians need to face their disagreements and even their despair, and not cover differences with false claims of consensus or unanimity. On the contrary, the church needs to embrace conflicts with courage and perseverance as we seek together to discern God’s will. With that understanding and commitment, we pledge ourselves to acknowledge and to embrace with courage, trust, and hope those controversies that arise among us, accepting them as evidence that God is not yet finished in sculpting us to be God’s people."

"God is not yet finished in sculpting us to be God's people." Wow. That has sanctifying grace written all over it. It rings true. It resonates. Can we live into it? Can we lean into it? Can we allow the God of creation to continue working in and through all of us?

The very end of the preamble says this: (it wasn't shared in our ZOOM meeting, but I find it powerful as well)

"Recognizing that God is our Creator, Redeemer and Sustainer, we seek to center our lives and witness on God. We are confident that nothing can separate us from the grace of God, and that the social witness of the church is a testimony to that grace. With God’s help, we pledge to share ministry and honor everyone’s dignity, even when we disagree, to seek the mind of Christ, and to follow God’s will in all things."

This is to be  our focus as followers of Christ, "to seek the mind of Christ, and to follow God's will in all things."

I have hope for us moving forward, that we can lean into the Holy Spirit's movement and be God's people, sharing ministry and mission in ways that offer grace to all people.

Another aspect of last night's ZOOM that was encouraging is that when these Revised Social Principles are adopted (yes, that's my optimism), there will be a study guide and other resources added to them, similar to the availability of those resources for the current edition. 

John mentioned that the hope is that people will find this revision more "readable, teachable, and preachable". That is exciting! I enjoy reading, teaching, and preaching! 

These Revised Social Principles are meant to empower and equip ministry and mission across all contexts. 

In the "Community of All Creation" section, a John Wesley quote begins the section: 

"The great lesson that our blessed Lord inculcates here…is that God is in all things, and that we are to see the Creator in the glass of every creature; that we should use and look upon nothing as separate from God…who pervades and actuates the whole created frame, and is, in a true sense, the soul of the universe."

"God is in all things."

"We are to see the Creator in the glass of every creature."

If these are true statements, then who are we to continue NOT seeing God in all of creation, human and otherwise?!?!  How can we become better stewards of what God has given us to love, to take care of, to watch over-- in all of creation-- human and otherwise?!?!

I haven't read all of the Revised Social Principles yet, but will work my way through them. I am definitely encouraged by last night's introduction to them, as it was my first time to hear about them.

Peace on the adventurous journey, 

Rev. Deb

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LINKS:

GBCS website-- all sorts of information and resources-- check it out!

2016 Social Principles

Revised Social Principles Reflect Worldwide Church-- article written by Kathy Gilbert, 12/12/19

The Revised Social Principles, Creation Justice, and General Conference-- article written by Mark Davies and Sharon Delgado, 2/8/24

Friday, February 23, 2024

The Importance of Removing Harmful Language from the United Methodist Book of Discipline

Last night I attended a "Field Guide to General Conference" sponsored by RMN (Reconciling Ministries Network) on the topic of removing the language from the United Methodist Book of Discipline at the upcoming General Conference 2020, to be held in April 2024.

I could go into the history about how it wasn't there for the longest time, but I'm not. 

My focus is going to be on my reflections from last night's Zoom meeting that was led by Rev. Molly Vetter from L.A., California.

One of the things we did in this workshop was answer the three questions:

  • Why is this (removing the language) important to me?
  • Why is this important to us (us-- can be United Methodists, identity of United Methodists, Conference, etc.)
  • Why is this important now?
Rev. Molly Vetter shared that these three questions come from Marshall Ganz  who is a social movement legend (per the website I posted) and has lots of experience in social and community change.

I realized that even though I am for removing the language from the Book of Discipline, I haven't thought about it in these terms.

For those who aren't aware what "language" I am referring to, here is a link for all the sections.

Now, for my thoughts on the three questions:

Why is removing the language that is harmful important to me?

There is language that affirms everyone as "persons sacred of worth", then goes on to say that even so, they aren't eligible to serve, become ordained, or be married by clergy, etc. Can you say "mixed message"?!?!? It is important to me that there is no mixed message. People are either sacred of worth or they aren't. And, we aren't the ones to decide. God, Creator, Great Spirit, the One who created (Psalm 139) and who names and calls us by name (Isaiah 43:1) is the One for that.

Removing harmful language is important to me because I've seen so much hurt in the LGBTQ+ community because of it. Thankfully, I did serve a RMN church where the gay community was allowed to lead music, teach classes, and preach. I loved asking my siblings in Christ to fill the pulpit for me when I was going to be away. The grace of God was palpable in and through them.

That brings me to another reason for me that it so important to remove any and all harmful language. In my humble opinion, it goes against God's grace. And for me, it's all about grace. As a follower of Christ and as a Wesleyan, grace is a foundation of lived out faith. And, maybe it's just me, but harmful language to my siblings in the Kingdom does not show grace. 

I don't want to continue the harm we've been perpetuating for years. It hurts my heart to see all the brokenness and pain it has caused to those who love God, to those I love, and to those who have decided that Christians aren't Christ-like.

Why is removing the language important for us (as United Methodists)?

My answer to this one flows from my personal answer. For me, the identity of a United Methodist has a foundation in grace. There are other foundational doctrines. Check out the #BeUMC link below for themes. Another place to go is John Wesley's statement: "Do no harm; do good; stay in love with God." This became known as the three general rules. Rueben Job wrote a small book about them: Three Simple Rules.  Another version of this book that I prefer is Three Simple Questions.  I didn't find out about this second one until several years ago. I recommend them both, but like I said, the second one stands out for me. 

As we as United Methodists attempt to "do no harm" and live out the grace of God, it simply makes sense to remove harmful language. By not removing language, we are continuing to create a barrier of exclusivity, of hurt, of harm. Isn't it time to do the difficult work of healing?

Which brings me to the third question:

Why is this important now?

If not now, then when? How long do we continue causing harm? When do we truly begin to live into the grace of God for all God's people? When do we offer a place of healing for people who are called by God to serve in the kingdom of God?

Other denominations have done the difficult work of healing, of reflection, of digging deep into the heart of God to allow God through the Holy Spirit to do an amazing work in and through lives.

Can we, as the United Methodist denomination be open to the working of the Holy Spirit and allow her to flow like a mighty wind into our system? Can we be moved into a place and space of grace that allows us all to find new and deeper meaning of what it means to be in community with all persons of sacred worth?

The meeting was closed out last night with a reading, a benediction of sorts from Sam Parkes that really touched me. I hope to be able to see it soon (I am a visual learner primarily and it helps me to see things.)

I hope for healing for all the LGBTQ+ beloved siblings who have been hurt by the church and Christians. I want to be part of the healing process, not the harming process.

I hope for them, for you (if you're reading this) that we will get it right in the United Methodist denomination. Regardless, I hope you know how beloved you are, created uniquely by the Creator. Listen to the Inner Voice of the One who created you.

May we all listen to that voice and respond as we deem appropriate, 

Rev. Deb






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Thursday, February 15, 2024

A short ride with wings in the wind

I have been hoping for some warm weather and I got it today. Warm weather and a few moments to take a break from work to ride. I only rode about 11-12 miles, but it was sufficient to enjoy the wind beneath my wings.

It was 66-68 degrees Fahrenheit, clear blue skies, and warm. Even so, I wore my leather jacket.

I meandered some small roads through a neighborhood from work, coming out near the fairgrounds. I went straight and then turned right onto Veterans.  

I found myself at Trinity UMC, where a colleague serves. We served in Rossville, GA at the same time when I was in my first appointment. He was in a N. GA church and I was serving a Holston one. (Interesting tidbit-- there are 4 UMC churches in Rossville, GA.-- 2 in HolstonConferenceand 2 in N. GA.)

I pulled over into the parking spots in front of the church to take a photo of the church.  I will share with my colleague  who also speaks Spanish. 


After continuing my ride, I turned left at the next light and made my way back to the by-pass. I decided to turn left to go to Kroger gas to see if they had 100% gas. Nope. Need to find some. As I was about to pull out,  a police car and a hearse came by, leading a funeral procession. I stayed put, as did everyone. This was my first time to ever come across a funeral procession while riding. In my previous years of riding. It never happened. Funeral processions have taken on a different meaning for me since I have been in so many of them. The pastor usually rides behind the hearse, though I have ridden with a funeral director a time or two. Sitting there on my bike today, offering my condolences and respect to the family in silence was meaningful. 

After they passed on, I  continued my ride, turning right onto the road I had come in on earlier. I crossed the RR (railroad) tracks for the 2nd time, took the curves up and around. 

I made my way back to Chattanooga Avenue and the office. 

It was a good ride. There were moments of full freedom and enjoyment, especially when there were no cars around. Even in slight traffic, it was good. The ride gave me peace.

I am noticing the difference in the Rebel and my Yamaha. I miss the 750, but the 250 is a good size for me these days. 

Being on two wheels today was good.

Deb

Additional photo:



Ash Wednesday--Lent begins

Yesterday was Ash Wednesday, the beginning of Lent. The Lenten season is a 40 day preparation season leading up to Easter. Only Sundays don't count in the 40 days, as Sundays are "little Easters". What's all the preparation for? In the past, it was a time for people to learn and prepare for baptism. Overall, it's a time of reflection leading toward the death and resurrection of Christ. These are my words. You can find more scholarly explanations out there in books, devotionals, on the internet. 

As I was reflecting yesterday about Ash Wednesday, I saw a JGP (photo) about Ash Wednesday and Valentine's Day that really resonated with me. It caused me to think further about things. I wrote a short post about it and included a short portion from Psalm 139 from Nan Merrill's Psalms for Praying.

"Ooohhhhh. This is perfect! God, who is love, created us in God's image. Thus, we are love. We are from love and will return to love when our time in this realm is over.

What a great way to reflect on Ash Wednesday.

Here is Psalm 139: 23-24 from Nan Merrill's Psalms for Praying, as an additional reflection this day:

"Search me, O my Beloved, and know my heart! Try me and discern my thoughts! Help me to face the darkness within me; enlighten me, that I might radiate your Love and Light!"

Remember you are love and to love you will return."

I spent time with a group of great folks from my spiritual direction program on Zoom for a bit. It was wonderful to re-connect with them and to establish a new space with them going forward in our journey as spiritual directors in group supervision.

Riley and I went to lunch in a new place for us, OB3B. It was a cute and fun deli. The reuben was delicious!




When I got home, I took some photos of the crocuses in the neighbor's yard.





I went to Welcome Home of Chattanooga, as is my custom on Wednesdays. It was a pleasant surprise to learn that a barbershop quartet was coming that afternoon. And, the wonderful "cookie lady" brought special cookies for the day. In addition, I had several great conversations.



Upon arriving home, I was told Cliff put out petals for me leading to a beautiful bouquet of roses on our dining room table. Cliff is our sweet dog. Who knew?!?!



We headed over to Burks UMC where we would be attending the Ash Wednesday service. Prior to the service, I wanted to walk and pray the labyrinth that is found on the back of the property. Unless I make an intentional effort to go there, I don't. Last year it was my Lenten practice to walk and pray the labyrinth once a week. That's not a bad practice. I decided to incorporate that again into my week. Maybe I can do more than once a week.

As I walked and prayed the labyrinth yesterday, there were several things that swirled in and out as I walked the path of the labyrinth. There were two thoughts that stood out about everything else: "thy will be done" and "joyful obedience". 




I participated in the readings with the pastors Rev, Dr, Brian Burch and Rev. Leslie Daniels for the Ash Wednesday service. I am grateful for the opportunity to assist. I received my ashes.


It was a full day, a good beginning to the Lenten season.

Deb

Thursday, February 8, 2024

Remembering Mahoney

"God of Resurrection Light:
In your love I live, and in your life I am lifted out of the darkness of every difficulty. Today, I pray to deeply remember that you are drawing me out of the shadows and filling my heart with a song of prayer: When in darkness with no light but that which in my heart does burn, you, Lord Jesus Christ, bring the warmth of love. Amen."
~Peter Traben Haas
Centering Prayers, p. 32

DHS, class of 1982

Mahoney.

I don't know what about *today (March 20, 2023) caused you to come to mind, Mahoney, but you did.

As I was making my Monday drive to Dalton, out of nowhere you entered my thoughts.  It was everything together: you and me riding the bus together when we were little and your Dad was the bus driver; to our text messages, our visits, and our phone calls; and then your celebration of life, way too soon. 

I looked up your obituary to see if March 20th held any significance, but your passing was in January-- 3 years ago. And your birthday isn't this month either. 

Tears streamed down my face as I remembered our youth and as I remembered our visits at Siskin and on the phone, texts..... 

Life is so dang short. I am grateful for you, Mahoney. Alicia. 

But we always called each other by our last names. Many of us did. 

We had our DHS class of '82 40th reunion this past fall (fall of '22). We remembered you and our other classmates who have gone before us, all too soon.

Today, I remember you. I give thanks for you.  Though I may not understand the tears or the memories, I am grateful for all of it. 

Love you Mahoney,  

Pittman

Addendum:

This is what I posted on January 27, 2020 upon learning of your passing: 

"My high school classmate. My bus buddy as kids. My band friend. My friend. Mahoney. (Last names were what we used.) A privilege to walk some of the last couple of years with her, though I wish I could have been there more. So grateful for the visits, the texts the calls.  Peace, dear one. Comfort and peace to your family. #DHS82"

This is from a different post on January 27th, 2020: 

"Grieving the loss of a classmate with whom I just exchanged missed calls and texts two weeks ago today. Wishing I had spoken with her instead of just texting. Grateful for the time I have had with her these past several years in visits and texts and calls. Thinking of her family.  Peace on this day."

I started this note to you last March, 2023. It was odd that you came to mind on that day. Maybe that date was one where we texted or visited.... or maybe it had no significance. 

This year, 2024, I unexpectedly found your grave site on my Monday evening walk on January 22nd . I thought about you and our visits, your funeral..... I miss you. 

It was truly an odd unexpected moment to come across your site. I walk the cemetery some, but rarely that section. I walked it that January evening because I was remembering when my Dad and I wrecked on his motorcycle coming down a steep dirt hill there. 

Finding your grave allowed me to think through all the times again. Thanks for receiving my visits at Siskin! 

Life is short. I am grateful for how you made my life better.

Peace to you, friend.... Pittman 

*I originally began writing this in March of 2023. But couldn't finish it. Today I found the '82 yearbook and am able to finish it, adding some words and a photo. 

Wednesday, February 7, 2024

I Did A Thing

I did a thing on Monday.

It wasn't something I did without much thought, prayer, discernment, etc. In other words, it wasn't a spur-of-the-moment thing and it didn't come "out of nowhere". Now, if you don't know me well or are just getting to know me, you may not understand that this dream is not new. So, I'll share some of that here too.

But, you might want to know what "thing" I did, right?!

I bought a 2003 Honda Rebel 250.

It's not my first bike. In fact, it's my third. I have the "M" on my driver's license to denote I'm a motorcycle rider, too. I never let that go. I guess you might say that I never let the dream go of having another bike. For me, it was a "dream deferred". I was open and honest with the Holy One on that too. I said take away the desire. It had not gone away. You can read about "A Dream Deferred" here: A Dream Deferred from August 6, 2016.

I have been looking on and off for a while now. I was seriously considering a Honda Rebel 300 or 500, but then this 250 came across my path. It had a windshield and a sissy bar already, was used with low mileage, and was about 1/2 the price of the new one I was considering. That was important because we still have a college kid in his last semester of undergraduate school and that is a financial priority.

As I considered this Honda Rebel 250, I asked the owner some questions. Then, I asked my brother to go take a look at it with me on Monday. He knows bikes. I trust his judgement. If there were any red flags, he would let me know. I was ready to walk away from it or ride it home.

My brother test rode it after we checked it out. I test rode it after him. Everything was good for what I need and want at this time in my life. So, I bought it and rode it back to Dalton, where I will keep it, since I am there about 1/2 the week. (Thanks, bro!)

The ride from Cleveland, TN to Dalton, GA was about 30ish miles, maybe 33. I forgot to look at the odometer for exact mileage. I also didn't look at my time piece for when left and arrived, but I would say that with traffic, it was about a 40 minute ride. 

It was a GREAT ride! The weather was in the 60s on Monday. Though it was a bit windy as it was getting later. I wore my riding jacket, a thick brown leather jacket. I had my riding gloves and my helmet. I also wore my Timberland boots that I used to always wear for riding.

Highway 60 getting out of Cleveland was a bit nerve wracking, as there was some traffic. I don't like traffic. The turn signals aren't as easy to push as my Yamaha 750, so it will take some practice. But, I navigated fairly decently. 

I kept a good pace and stayed the speed limit. A trucker and a whole line of cars were glad when we hit the Georgia line and a secondary lane to the right. I pulled into the right lane and they all passed me. I was going the speed limit, but they were wanting to zip on to their destinations. 

My goal isn't speed. My goal is enjoyment. I love to feel the wind "beneath my wings", so to speak. I enjoy being out on the back roads. I talk about being on two wheels as one of my spiritual practices. And, for me, it is. Anything that draws us closer to the One who Created us can be a spiritual practice. And riding a motorcycle became that for me. 

To be back on one this past Monday filled a space within me.

It felt good to be back on the road. Another thing that confirmed it for me was the first time another motorcycle passed me in the opposite direction and gave me the "motorcycle wave". That felt so natural and awesome as I gave the wave in return. It's a feeling that isn't easy to describe, other than it felt right.

One of the reasons I wanted a 250 was because of my shoulders and hips. I went through a 3 year period of frozen shoulders and I have had hip replacement on one hip in 2015. I still need the other side replaced, but so far, so good. I needed a bike that I can hold up when I stop, that I can lift back up when it falls (it is bound to happen-- I dropped my Yamaha once in the University parking lot and needed help getting it upright). This bike is a perfect size for me and weight. I forgot to mention my height. I am one of those "short people", height challenged, so a lower to the ground seat is perfect for me. The Suzuki 650 and Yamaha 750 bikes that I previously had were perfect in that area too.

Monday's ride back to Dalton without any stops was a tad bit long for my hips, though they did well. I will need to figure out what length ride they can handle. I will also need to get back into my stretches. 

If you want to see some photos of my Yamaha 750 Maxim, you can read the post I mentioned earlier "A Dream Deferred" from 2016. You can also read Two Wheels Again from May 28, 2015. It was great to get that bike fixed and going again. It was devastating for me when it kept breaking down every time I rode it home. So, I gave it away. For free. To the shop. 

I don't know where photos are of the Suzuki 650. It's a bike that we bought when we lived on Long Island and brought down to TN.  We rode it around Dayton, TN quite a bit. It wasn't working when we divorced (first marriage), so I got the bike. Then, we I got pregnant, I decided I shouldn't be riding anymore. So, I got it worked on and sold it. 

Then, the desire to ride came on and a bike came my way. I rode my kiddo on it, commuted back and forth to the University where I taught on it, rode on back roads, took my kiddo to TaeKwonDo on it (wearing the gear bag over my shoulder), rode it to Howard High School when I went to tutor kids, etc. As I've mentioned, I rode that bike until it started having issues. It was an '81 model. Then, I took it to Chattanooga State and let them work on, stripping it down to a skeleton and rebuilding it. 

Back in the saddle again, as they say. Now, I still have my two wheels bicycle and I will still be riding that. I got back into riding during the pandemic and will keep on riding those two wheels. That is just as much a spiritual practice, being in the wind, under tree canopy, time with the Creator. 

On Monday, I posted some photos and this on my social media:

"So, I did a thing today.
I wore celebratory tie-dye to commemorate the occasion.
This rebel that you see in the photos is my 3rd bike. I have gone from a Suzuki 650 to a Yamaha 750 to this super cute Honda 250 Rebel. I rode it back to Dalton today from its home in Cleveland, TN. My first time back on a bike since my Yamaha died and I gave it away to a bike shop. I am super excited to live into this spiritual practice once again. You will probably see a blog post coming soon. #outdoortime #spiritualpractice #motorcycletime 🏍"

The celebratory tie-dye that I wore on Monday came from a shop that I have recently come to know: Schaffer's Creative Chaos-- Tie Dye. I have been wearing tie dye since I was a little tyke and have been adding to my collection over the years. Now I have some fresh pieces. 

Oh, a couple more things about motorcycles...... I have ridden them since I was a kiddo. My Dad had them, so I grew up around them. I most likely mention that in some of the posts, somewhere. My Dad rode us on the bikes and he also had Enduro races at his campground. I have memories of riding. My brothers had a little Honda 70-- it was yellow-- that they rode at our family farm. I rode it some too. Our cousin Hank had a dirt bike in Tifton, GA and I rode it once. Unfortunately, I popped a wheelie (unintentionally) with a friend on the back and she got some exhaust pipe burn (as I remember the incident-- sorry!!!)

I share the above to let you know this is NOT any "mid-life" thing. This is me.

In fact, I did let go of my bucket list to jump out of a plane (sky-dive) for this 59th year celebration, in order to compromise for the bike. Yes, that was on my bucket list for this year. And, in case that seems odd to you, for my 49th, I went hang gliding-- a GREAT experience. I think I wrote about that too.

You might say that I enjoy adventure. Life is an adventure. The adventurous journey continues. Thanks for sharing it with me. 

Rev. Deb
Proud new owner of a Rebel 250


Other posts about my previous motorcycle:


More pictures: (I got it cleaned up and detailed yesterday-- thanks, Tim!!)



before cleaning




quick ride around "the block" after it was cleaned on Tuesday

 

after Monday's ride


after Monday's ride


after Monday's ride from Cleveland, TN