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Mr. Tin Man

We were cleaning the kitchen at our church and discovered two drawers of utensils that had not been touched in 30 years. I rescued them from the Good Will box. It has been fun to watch the children from the block meet him for the first time.

Parkway Sculptures

Each winter I prune our backyard grapevine. For the past eight years, I have used the branches to create a stick sculpture. This year’s addition is a Dragon Fly. During the summer months, a dragon fly patrolled the surface of our swimming pool each morning looking for breakfast. The sculpture honors those visits and helps me to remember the joy I felt in his graceful presence.

The dragon fly joins other creatures in the parkway. They include a peacock, apply tree with snake, and a bird.

The Prophet Jonah Sulks

The story of Jonah has no tidy ending. The prophet sulks under his makeshift shelter while Yahweh’s question echoes across the ages, “Should I not be concerned for people who cannot tell their right hand from their left.” I pray the Lord will help not only his question, but also his compassion echo in my mind as well. May he give me courage to engage with him even when I know my logic and motivations are as misguided as Jonah’s. May he sort out my mind, heart, and will when it all feels like scrambled eggs to me. Amen

The Book of Jonah

We strike a bargain, abet an unconscious one. “You are our God and we are your people; therefore, bad things should not happen to us. Bad things should happen to bad people.” If there was an empire that deserved the label “bad” (and there are many), Assyria was at the top of Jonah’s list. During the seventh and eighth centuries BC, they gobbled up territory, exacted tribute, and enslaved conquered peoples. Little Israel was no match for big, bad Assyria. Unfortunately for Jonah, Israel’s god, Yahweh, had other plans. Yahweh sent his reluctant prophet to preach judgement. Jonah not only preached judgement, he expected it because ruthless Nineveh deserved it. But then the unexpected happened; the people of Nineveh, from the king down to the street beggar, repented. They went the whole nine yards with sackcloth, ashes, fasting, praying, and pleading for mercy. What were the odds that “bad people” would respond with such conviction to the preaching of a foul-smelling foreign prophet? I spent the summer trying to get under the skin of the prophet Jonah. The result of that process was artwork, four retreat guides, and an essay. In the process Jonah got under my skin.

Percy the Peacock

A small flock of peacocks live up the street. About a year ago, I made a peacock sculpture from the branches of my grape vine and placed the artwork in our front yard sculpture garden to honor the birds. This morning while eating my breakfast, I looked out the window to discover the adult male, whom I will call Percy, in the yard, admiring my artwork, or so I thought. I grabbed my camera, some birdseed, and ran outside to snap their photo together.
Percy and the Grape Vine Peacock
When I got closer, however, I observe that Percy was more enamored with his reflection in the shinny blue door of the neighbor’s BMW that was parked in front of our house. He spent fifteen minutes walking around the car and pecking at his blue reflection.
Percy Admiring His Reflection
I’m not sure who was more vain. Percy the Proud Peacock pecking his reflection or me thinking a bird found my stick sculpture attractive.

Betsy the Sheep

Sheep and shepherd are master images in Scripture. Sheep appear 400 times in the Bible and shepherd 100 times. As Psalm 23 says, the Lord is our shepherd and we are his sheep wandering, wayward, but greatly loved. But the Lord is also a sheep—“the Lamb of God that takes away the sin of the world.” The same double meaning applies to humans also. We are always sheep but some are also invited to be shepherds of God’s flock. The word “pastor” is of course Latin for “shepherd.” Sheep and shepherd were meaningful themes for the founding members of the Pasadena Covenant Church in 1922. All of them were working class Swedish immigrants who came to the United States seeking a better life for themselves and their families. Of the 26 charter members, 18 were women. The church grew out of a women’s Bible study for Swedish women who worked as domestic servants to the wealthy of Pasadena. Almost all grew up in rural farming country. They had been around livestock. When the second sanctuary was built by the congregation in 1947, it is interesting that the children of the founders chose the image of sheep and shepherd for their stained glass windows as a way to honor their fore bearers.
Names of the original 26 charter members
Names of current members of Pasadena Covenant
In creating Betsy the Sheep, I decided to use a very common, humble material—cardboard—to represent our past. I wrote the names of the 26 charter members on the inside frame work on one side of the sheep’s body. On the other side of the body, I wrote Psalm 23. On the cardboard skin, I then wrote the names of all the current members of the church community. For the wool coat, I used pages of a Covenant song book to suggest that the sheep exists to sing the praises of the Lord. The songbook that I used was edited by our former music minister Roland Tabell. Music was also important to the early members. In fact the first sanctuary was paid for in part from the freewill offerings collected during concerts given throughout the west coast by the founding pastor who was a singer. Finally the sculpture is named Betsy the Sheep after Betsy Peterson, charter member number 22. She was born in Dahlsland Sweden is 1867, immigrated to the US in 1888 at age 21. She eventually found her way to Pasadena and the women’s Bible study. At some point, she married Mr. Peterson but there is no record of him. By the time the current sanctuary was built in 1947 she had died, but the congregation thought enough of her to name the east stain glass window in honor of her. Children of the church donated their offerings to help pay for the window. Lastly, in constructing the sculpture, I discovered that I ended up hiding much of what makes the image meaningful to me. I think that is also true in real life. Our history, our relationship with God, and even our relationship with one another are hidden. As shepherds, we are called to care for not only the visible parts of the community but especially the hidden parts. Additional Cardboard sculptures can be found here

Parable of the Sew-er

One day a tailor named James went to his shop to sew. He gathered his needles and thread and laid them on the table. He then selected four pieces of cloth.

The first was a piece of thick black leather used in making jackets for bad-ass bikers who rode Harley Davidson motorcycles and screamed neo-Nazi slogans while roaring down the street. The needle broke in the tailor’s hand when he tried to stick it into the cloth. It was too hard.

The second piece of cloth was made of finely woven silk. The needle and thread passed through the cloth easily. But the silk was so thin that when the fibers got hot, they melted into a puddle of delusion. The only customers who bought the cloth were under-employed Hollywood starlets who thought they might benefit from a wardrobe malfunction when paparazzi flash bulbs started popping.

The third piece of cloth was a blend of fibers from the coffee bean and poison ivy plants. The needle and thread easily bound the fabric together. But after an hour, the customer would break out in a fit of hyperactive itching constantly checking their cell phones while scratching their armpits.

The fourth piece of cloth was made from one-thousand-thread-count Egyptian cotton. Needle and thread stitching seemed almost invisible. The tailor made a lovely cap that he wore to cover his bald head while singing songs in Central Park to nostalgic baby boomers worried about losing their social security benefits.

Whoever has ears to hear, let them hear!

For more information about the Parable of the Sower
Retreat Guides-Lessons from Mark #6-Parable of the Sower
Vincent Van Gogh and His Sower Paintings

Wind Talker

Introduction: Jesus had spent the day teaching and healing at the Sea of Galilee. Late in the afternoon, he said to his disciples in the boat with him, “Let’s go across to the other side of the lake.” He then proceeded to fall asleep in the back of the boat. Here is what I think happened next. (Ruah, by the way, is the Hebrew word for breath or wind. I have personified it here in the same way that we might call a storm Harvey or Irma.)

Wind Talker

From his perch on the mountain peak, Ruah looked out. Then he roared. His breath surged down the canyons and blew across the surface of the sea.

Trees fell. Dust flew. Wind howled.“Who dares cross me without asking my permission?” said He.

Seas swelled, waves crashed and seamen screamed, As their tiny boat was tossed like a cork in an angry caldron.

Some men prayed, others puked, still others pulled vainly on tattered ropes and sails.

All the while, one man slept. Unperturbed, unafraid, at ease in slumber while elemental forces raged all around Him.

“Who is it who sleeps?” said soaked sailors to one another. “Does he not care that Death shall swallow us whole?”

“Sleeper! Awake from your repose! Cry with us to the gods for mercy. Leave us not alone in the dead of night. Awake that we may perish together!”

Dream Maker opened his eyes to see twelve men whose hearts heaved with helpless fear, hopeless despair, angry anguish.

Looking skyward he said, “Lord of the Lake, what upsets you? It is I, do you not recognize me? We pass in peace. Calm down.

Then the winds ceased. The sea settled. All became quiet as the glow of dawn slowly appeared over the hills.

But twelve speechless men stood stunned. Faces white with fear and awe, knocking knees, trembling hands.

Who is it who talks to wicked winds and surging seas? Who is it who commands the breath of chaos, and it obeys? In his presence are we safe?

Who is safe with one who dangles death like keys on a chain? Who is safe with one who talks to the wind? Who is safe?

 

For more on this topic:

Retreat Guide- Lessons in Mark #7-The Storm

Christ and the Storm by Rembrandt

Put on New Shoes

This poem is based on Mark 3:7-15 where Jesus invited a group of people to leave the crowd, go up the mountain, and become his followers. Carl Jung said that “we all walk in shoes too small for us.” I view the story from that lens. Jesus calls us to live a larger life. The painting above is titled The Crowd-The Twelve.

Put on New Shoes

Maladies of the mangled were made whole; frail and forlorn were healed. Word spread.

Then they came in droves wearing the perfume of desperation and death. Pushing and grabbing replaced civility and grace. Demons shrieked as Hell’s hold was wrecked.” Be silent, unholy ones! You have no place at my table.”

“I choose you instead,” said He. “Follow me to a place where the air is clear. Learn from me to see the un-seeable, the hidden, the disguised. Move beyond craving, clutching, and fussing. Be with Me.

Leave at lakeside your small life. Walk with me to a place higher up and deeper in. Put on new shoes and dream my dreams for you. Wrap your bones in a new name.

For more on this topic:

Retreat Guide-Lessons from Mark #5- Leaving the Crowd

Still Point

It was dark outside. The first glimmers of dawn were hours away. The air was cool and still. The cloudless night sky was resplendent with stars that cast a silver hue over the land. The only sound was an occasional cough or snort of a sleeper stirring on their mat. His bare footsteps on the stone floor were as silent as a cat. He passed through the doorway like a ghost; the click of the lock imperceptible.

He glided over the darkened landscape heading away from the lake and up into the hills. Alone.  Eventually, after walking for about thirty minutes, he came to a grassy knoll and sat down with his back against a rock. He sat listening to the silence for a while. Slowly, he sensed entering a safe space where he was loved. Then he sighed and as he exhaled, the disparate needs, the helplessness, the doubts and fears, the repressed anger, and the superficial adulations of those he had healed at Simon’s house the previous day were released from his body. He exhaled again and then when he inhaled he remembered Simon’s mother-in-law—a nameless old woman who lived in the shadows serving the household. When she was touched by him, she instinctively rose and quietly returned to her duties. Of all the people he had met the previous day, she was the one who intrigued him the most. She understood her purpose and place. So he sat with that thought for a long time.

Eventually, as the black sky turned a blue grey, he asked the silence, “What should I do next?” And a thought came to him, “You have your answer.” And so he did.

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Retreat Guide- Lessons from Mark #2- Still Point