Monday, May 05, 2008

Spring in Full Swing!

Though the weather remains unpredictable, there's no denying that spring is in full swing, and I can feel the momentum building toward summer.

Two weekends ago I escaped to Saugatuck, Michigan with a group of 5 dear girlfriends with whom I was in a small group five years ago. This was our second weekend retreat--two years ago we rented a farmhouse in rural Wisconsin for the weekend, while this time around it was a log cabin on the west coast of Michigan. The best part of the weekend was simply spending time together and catching up on one another's lives, but we also managed to fill that together time with fun stuff...preparing and eating scrumptious brunches together, talking over coffee and wandering through boutiques, tiptoeing through the fields at a tulip farm, walking along the beach, roasting marshmallows in the fireplace, relaxing in the hot tub, playing games, and painting pottery at the Express Yourself Art Barn.

This past weekend was the first wedding (of several) on my docket this year. Friday evening I had the joy of seeing Jenn & Chris, friends from my current small group, pledge their love & commitment to one another in a beautiful ceremony at Harvest. The whole service was lovely, but I was particularly impressed with two things.

First, the bride and groom recited, from memory, the vows they had written to one another. I think this was the first wedding I've attended (or at least, the only one I can remember...I've attended a LOT of weddings) where that's been the case, and I was moved (to tears, in fact) by the way their unique personalities came through, and the intimacy and profundity of their expressions and promises to one another.

Secondly, the charge to the couple, given by Pastor Jeff, was the first and only "wedding sermon" I can remember during which I did not space out, even for a moment. While every wedding officiant means well, of course, and some are more riveting speakers than others, I confess that my attention often wanders (and sometimes leaves the chapel altogether) as they deliver their exhortation and words of advice to the couple. This time, though, I sat with rapt attention. I think part of what kept me interested was the realism in which Jeff's charge was grounded. There was no pretending, or failing to mention, that marriage will at times be tough. That the happy couple standing before him will have their fights, and disagreements, and hard times. But there was also the reminder, and the promise, that marriage is so much more than that. And that when those times come, it will be the vows they made to one another in that ceremony, and the commitment they made before and to God, that will get them through. Jeff also made the point that the couple will need the support and prayers of those in attendance and exhorted the audience to pray for Chris & Jenn, to be there as friends and family who will encourage them in their commitment to one another and point them to the Lord on the good days and the rough days. In our society, where half (or is it now even more than half?) of all marriages end in divorce, for those who still take marriage seriously, there seems to be a sober wisdom in acknowledging from the beginning that while there will be times of "wedded bliss" there will also be times when marriage is a battle ground, attacked both from within and from without.

And so, I am incredibly happy for these dear friends of mine--to have had the privilege of being part of their lives for the past few years and seeing the way the Lord has been at work in them, changing and growing them individually and together; to have had the joy of witnessing their vows to one another; of hearing the charge given them (and receiving a charge myself as their friend); and celebrating it all with a big party afterwards. Congrats to Chris & Jenn! You have my love and support and prayers as you begin your new life together as husband & wife.

And, while I'm talking weddings, I also want to give a congratulatory shout out to friends Bekah & Peter who got engaged last Thursday! Whoo hoo!

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

These Birks Were Made for Walking

Today, my friends, is First Birk! As I do every year, I shall explain, because I understand that when one creates a holiday, of which they are the solitary celebrant, others cannot be expected to understand the jubilation and import of the event without a little context. And so, the context:

I own a pair of Birkenstock sandals for which I have a great deal of affection. First Birk falls on that first glorious spring day when I decide it's warm enough to bring my Birkenstocks out of the winter slumber of my closet and bare my (pale, admittedly in desperate need of a pedicure) toes to the sunshine.

Thanks to the unpredictable weather in Chicago, it's hard to know when First Birk will arrive. For example, last year First Birk fell on March 25th when it was a crazy 81 degrees. This year spring has been elusive, but this morning I determined that today's projected high of 62 was warm enough to warrant breaking out my beloved cork and leather sandals.

Today my Birks enter their 8th season. I purchased this pair of faithful footwear in Austria during my semester abroad. I finally found them after a long day of shopping, once I figured out that prouncing the brand name with a German accent (BEER-kehn-schtOHk) as opposed to how most Americans say it (Ber-kin-stahk) did wonders when asking shopkeepers whether or not they carried the object of my shopping desire.

From that day spent wandering around Salzburg until now, these sandals have seen a lot. They've walked down the street on 3 continents and in over a dozen states. They've ridden a camel with me in Morrocco. They've hiked through the woods, walked along the beach, been caught in the rain and sloshed through puddles. Someday they will wear out and I will be forced to retire them, but until I am compelled to do so, each spring I will celebrate First Birk and look forward to the adventures they'll see that year.

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Food for Thought

"To be transformed by Christ, to be in community—family, friends, strangers; the local church and the universal church, the body of Christ—is humbling, often mundane, sometimes bewildering, yet also glorious." - John Wilson

Monday, April 07, 2008

Minestrone Musings

It's Monday afternoon. I'm sitting at my desk, enjoying a bowl of semi-homemade minestrone, appreciating the flavors hitting my taste buds, the sunshine warming the brick wall visible outside my window, and the fact that I have half an hour to muse and reflect on life before work bids me back.

Yesterday at church, Andi sang Matt Redman's "God of Our Yesterdays" for the offertory. I'd never heard the song before, but as I sat there and listened, I absorbed the lyrics and felt them resonate within me. (You can read them below, and listen to the song on Matt's myspace page.)

Recent developments in my life have seemed to amplify my awareness of yesterday, today, and tomorrow. Getting to know someone means sharing a lot about where you come from...the people, places, and events of your past that have shaped who you are today. And then there's the joy of simply being with that person today, fully engaged in the moment at hand, astounded at the gift of walking down the street, and through life, hand in hand with a person such as this. And then there are all the thoughts and hopes and dreams for the future, for what tomorrow might hold, for what we might see and do and become, both individually and together.

In one of her songs, Sara Groves sings, "And I just showed up for my own life / and I'm standing here taking it in and it sure looks bright / I'm going to live my life inspired / Look for the holy in the commonplace / Open the windows and feel all that's honest and real until I'm truly amazed / ... Oh the glory of God is man fully alive."

I'm feeling on the same page with Sara today. The past few weeks and months have been for me a time of coming alive. Of waking up to Christ in me, the hope of glory (Col 1:27). Of thanking God for His grace in my yesterdays. Of praising Him for His peace in my heart today. Of trusting him, with joy, as tomorrow comes.

God of Our Yesterdays by Matt Redman
We were in the darkest night
And wondered if our eyes would ever see the light
You were there, Lord
We were in the storm again
And wondered if we’d ever live in peace again
You were there, Lord

You were there in the struggle
You were there in the fight
You were there all the time

We praise you, the God of our yesterdays
We praise you, the God who is here today
We praise you, our God, as tomorrow comes

So whatever lies ahead
Whatever roads our grateful hearts will come to tread
You’ll be there, Lord
And we will fix our eyes on you
And know that there is grace enough to see us through
You’ll be there, Lord

You’ll be there in the struggle
You’ll be there in the fight
You’ll be there all the time

We praise you, the God of our yesterdays
We praise you, the God who is here today
We praise you, our God, as tomorrow comes

We thank you for grace in our yesterdays
We thank you for peace in our hearts today
We thank you, our joy, as tomorrow comes
We will trust you, God

You’re always closer than we know
Always more involved and in control
We will trust our lives to you
The One who was, and is, and is to come!

We praise you, the God of our yesterdays
We praise you, the God who is here today
We praise you, our God, as tomorrow comes

We thank you for grace in our yesterdays
We thank you for peace in our hearts today
We thank you, our joy, as tomorrow comes
We will trust you, God