Thursday, February 12, 2015

Back in Toledo

On Monday we arrived back home in Toledo safe and sound after a very smooth flight with the girls.  Lizette slept for 2 hours, and Roslyn watched Frozen for the 943rd and 944th time.  We landed in Detroit at 6:30 eastern time.  Our friend Tommy Airy met us with our car, and we were back in Toledo by 8:00.  Of course we were hungry after a day of travel so we ate at QQ Kitchen.  I'm sure the college students who were eating at that times wondered why we had two young girls out so late, but whatever.

Then on Tuesday morning, Roslyn was excited enough to get up at 7:30 (4:30 pacific) to get ready to go to pre-school.  She had a blast.  When I dropped her off she gave her teachers a great big hug and jumped right in with her friends like no time had passed at all.

When she came home, we built a snow man....














And a "snow castle" (which as you can see is basically just few paths shoveled out in the front yard.)











It's nice to be back in our own house, but man, it was nice to enjoy this for a month....

Santa Monica

And this...

Night time walk around Pasadena
And this...

Double-Double Animal Style with chopped chilies and a chocolate shake at In-n-Out

LA, you were good to us.  Such a wonderful place with wonderful people.  I hope it's not another 5 years until I see you again.  

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

RHCP

On our last night in Pasadena, we got the girls down to bed at around 9:00 after a good-bye party with some friends at Mike and Carol Rewers' house.  With the girls in bed I went out to run a few final errands before our flight the next morning.

As I drove on the Pasadena streets, "Under the Bridge" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers came on the radio, and there was no other song I would have rather heard in that moment.  I turned up the volume and I rolled down the windows.  I felt the cool air of a lonely blue night in Pasadena as I cruised down Colorado Blvd one last time.  It was the perfect way to say a sad good-bye to this wonderful place.


Sunday, February 8, 2015

2nd to Last Day

Saturday afternoon, February 8th.  2:00 pm.  Emiley took the girls to visit some former co-workers, and I ended up with an open-ended afternoon on a rare rainy-afternoon in Pasadena.  So far on sabbatical I've collected, through gifts received and purchases, quite a good stack of new reading material.  Unfortunately I made the tactical error of shipping them media mail back to Toledo in the morning (too many and too heavy to fit in suit cases).

So with time on my hand and none of my own reading materials I turned my attention to a complimentary book in our Fuller Guesthouse room entitled Fuller Voices Then and Now along with the Pittsburgh vs. Syracuse game (Pitt would go on to win, btw).

The book had actually been a pleasant surprise, and throughout our stay I've picked it up from time to time to read from Fuller presidential inaugural addresses, faculty chapel presentations, and printed lectures on various topics.

The chapter that most impressed me, that I returned to on this day, was President Edward John Carnell's inaugural address from 1955.  The introductory blurb to this address states that it was controversial among the faculty and (likely as a result) remained hidden and unpublished until Carnell's successor, David Allan Hubbard, had it published after Carnell passed away.  But while it may have been controversial at the time, the three main points of his address are very much a part of the Fuller I know and love today, which tells me Carnell's presidency had a lasting impact on the school.

The title of the address is "The Glory of the Theological Seminary" and in it he called the Fuller faculty and student body to three ideals.

First, to be concrete in its commitment to Jesus and not rely on vague, overly-sentimentalized treatment of the gospel message.

Second, to respect academic freedom with the goal of educating rather than indoctrinating students.  This means presenting students with arguments for and against the convictions of the institution in order that the student freely ascent to gospel truth claims and freely choose to follow Jesus.  While this may seem to undermine the values of the institution and the gospel itself, Carnell argues that if a seminary indoctrinates rather than educates it will produce graduates that are ultimately either insecure in their faith or arrogant towards others.

Finally, he calls for an attitude of tolerance and forgiveness towards others with different convictions.  He calls the church to make provisional judgement with grace and humility while leaving final judgment up to God, recognizing that we are all sinners, we all fall victim to our own vested interests, and that truth, like forgiveness, is ultimately a gift received, not a reward earned.

Taking the fuller picture of Jesus seriously, seeking to educate broadly, and fostering a spirit of charity and forgiveness amid differences are three aspects that characterized my Fuller experience from 2005-2010.  It's enriching to learn where some of these seeds were sown back in the 1950s by the faithful witness and humble service of Edward John Carnell.

Friday, February 6, 2015

Sabbaticaling Part 4

Maybe it's the stage of life that I'm in, but one book that I've really appreciated is A Long Obedience in the Same Direction by Eugene Peterson.  I've referenced it at least a few times in sermons.  It's an excellent book about life-long discipleship in which Peterson walks through the Psalms of Ascent.  The Psalms of Ascent, or Pilgrimage Songs, are Psalms 120-134.  These 15 psalms would have been sung, prayed, and chanted as devout Jews journeyed up the mountain to Jerusalem for their religious festivals.  I've chose this book, along with the Psalms of Ascent themselves and Psalm 119, as devotional reading for this first month of my sabbatical.  See previous post here.

Each psalm deals with a different theme to guide the pilgrim on the life of faith.  Peterson gives each of them the following thematic title:
  • Psalm 120 - Repentance
  • Psalm 121 - Trust
  • Psalm 122 - Worship
  • Psalm 123 - Service
  • Psalm 124 - Help
  • Psalm 125 - Security
  • Psalm 126 - Joy
  • Psalm 127 - Work
  • Psalm 128 - Happiness
  • Psalm 129 - Perseverance 
  • Psalm 130 - Hope
  • Psalm 131 - Humility
  • Psalm 132- Obedience
  • Psalm 133 - Community
  • Psalm 134 - Blessing
Over these last few weeks, I've taken a long obedience through these psalms and along with Peterson's commentary on each.  Through the journey these Psalms of Ascent bring us into an encounter with the joys and sorrows, ups and downs, false starts and grace-inspired action that are part of the life of faith in God.  

The most insightful new exegetical lesson I learned was from Psalm 121.  " I raise my eyes toward the mountains.  Where will my help come from?"  This is not, as I was accustomed to read, a moment of awe-inspired reverence one might experience when looking on the vastness of a rugged mountain landscape.  Rather, in the ancient world, shrines to ancient gods and goddesses were built atop mountains.  So when the psalmist looks at the mountains, he sees all these pagan shrines and asks a rhetorical question:  "Where will my help come from?"  Will it come from these false gods and goddesses that promise health, wealth, and success?  The answer in v.2 is a defiant "No!  My help comes from the Lord."

The part that most spoke to my heart is from Psalm 130 on the theme of hope.  Peterson quotes the writer Thronton Wilder:  "Hope is a projection of the imagination; so is despair.  Despair all too readily embraces the ills it foresees; hope is an energy and arouses the mind to explore every possibility and combat them... In response to hope the imagination is aroused to picture every possible issue, to try every door, to fit together even the most heterogeneous pieces of the puzzle.  After the solution has been found it is difficult to recall the steps taken - so many of them are just below the level of consciousness."   Psalm 130 has been a long-time companion of mine, and this quote along with it challenges as well as inspires me.  
  
And the most spirit-inspired insight came in Psalm 127 about work.  The two halves of the psalm feel disjointed as the second stanza seems to abruptly depart from the first.  The first stanza speaks of the futility of work if God is not involved in the process, and the second stanza starts talking about children being a blessing.  At first the two stanzas didn't seem to connect.  But after thinking about it a little longer, it occurred to me that children are an example of a work born of love.  The kind of work God calls us to is not the monotonous, hard slog of "everybody's working for the weekend."  Rather the kind of work God invites us into is work that is born of love; love for God, love for neighbor, and love of the world around us.  

So just a few reflections.  There were many more, and there are many more yet to be discovered.  Still, I'm glad for my time to read leisurely through these psalms while reflecting on God's call for me to continue my long obedience in the same direction.  

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Huevos Rancheros

I have been waiting for this meal for a long time...


That's a picture of the best huevos rancheros in the United States.  I'm sure of that.  I've tried many others, but none compare to those served at Tonny's (with two Ns) on Lake and Orange Grove in Pasadena.  Two over-easy eggs served on a tortilla, smothered in ranchero sauce, and served with a side of rice and beans.  Mmmm Mmmm good.  Add a cup of coffee, some hot tortillas on the side, and sprinkle with jalepenos and you've got yourself a breakfast that will stick with you until supper time.

My friend Andrew Wright joined me for this wonderful breakfast.  Andrew is studying for a Ph.D in Christian Ethics at Fuller.  He also spent some time in Mwanza Tanzania teaching a class on Just Peacemaking at a small bible college there.  Mwanza is on Lake Victoria in NW Tanzania and isn't too far from where will eventually go during our travels there.

Good food, good conversation, and good adventures yet to come.  God is Good.

So Sorry...

I've been avoiding this post, because I really don't intent to brag or gloat.  Especially when I know the mid-west is experiencing another nasty winter.  But yes, we have been to the beach.  Several times.  We've gone to two of our favorites...

Santa Monica... where Roslyn swam in the cold pacific water while the rest of us enjoyed some mangoes and pineapples sprinkled with chili powder (it may sound weird but it tastes oh so good)...








And Zuma in Malibu...


It was especially nice to visit Zuma because we got to see one of Emiley's cousins there.  Her cousin is in a rehab program there and is working to get back on her feet.  It was good to see her and make a family connection to show our love and support for her during this time.  We then took her for some beach-front dining at The Sunset restaurant.  

Monday, February 2, 2015

Down by the Riverside



Yesterday for church we headed inland to Riverside, CA to attend Madison Street Church.  It's a Brethren in Christ congregation.  Jeff Wright is the pastor there and I worked with Jeff at the Center for Anabaptist Leadership while I was also working on my M.Div degree from Fuller.

After the worship service, I joined Jeff and the leadership team of Madison Street Church to talk about pastoral sabbaticals and the grant I received from the Lilly Foundation for clergy renewal.  Jeff is applying for the same grant, and the leadership team also had some questions about what makes for a good proposal.  I was glad to pass on my insights from the process and hope they were helpful for both Jeff and the congregation.

Unfortunately, I didn't think to take the picture until after a 3 or 4 of folks already left.  oops.