A Few Words From Pastor Bryan
...and Grandson Jack & Christopher Grundy
Well I was all set to write something in today's Pulse about this week's Supreme Court decisions, and especially something having to do with the ruling on Affirmative Action. I'm sure it's no surprise to any of you that I am disheartened, to put it mildly, by this decision. I think it is a huge step in the wrong direction regarding our country's "original sin" of racism. I could go on. But I'm not going to. Not today.
The court's decision, together with the smoke-filled skies this past week, took me to a rather dark place (literally and metaphorically). The skies filled with smoke because of fires a country away that are connected to climate change gave me an eerie feeling of, well, "we're finally here." What if we are entering into the stage in our history when we can no longer assume that the sky will be blue--or have the capacity to return to blue. No more rainbows? As I said, it took me to a dark place.
Oh I'm never without hope, quite simply because I think God is always up to something good and that God can always break through even our most catastrophically thick and tragically self-induced human made haze. A huge part of the biblical story is about a God who breaks into human hearts and history with healing and liberating power--often against all odds, and often through the most surprising and unlikely sources and situations. As the slaves on plantations used to put it, "God makes a way when there ain't no way." I'm counting on that, I've experienced the Truth of that statement too many times in my own life to spend much time doubting it anymore, and I and folks like you will do our best to be people through whom God can bring Light and Love and hope. I'm well aware that sometimes "the worst happens." No illusions there. But I'm glad and grateful for a faith that calls me/us to never give up and to do our part to be on the Love-Centered side of history. Part of my faith, as Rob Bell put it so succinctly in his wonderful book by the same title, means stubbornly knowing that in the end, no matter what happens-- "Love Wins." That means that everyone and everything finds wholeness and peace again and winds up returning to the Source of Love.
But I have to just give it up to my 5 year old grandson Jack once again for reminding me of what matters most, and how to find a more balanced sense of perspective. He and I have been on a roll lately. When I was with him a couple of weeks ago his greatest fear in the world was trying to use the toilet and to get rid of those darn diapers. He's 5 now. He knew it was time. He wanted to be a big boy. He knew everyone else wanted him to take the leap. Most of his friends had done it months if not years ago already. It was getting kind of embarrassing for him, and he knew it was getting to be a real issue for his parents. But something about that toilet just scared him to death and he couldn't face a world without diapers. The mere thought of being just downright naked and vulnerable and without the assurance of a diaper and having to really face that cold and horrifying porcelain demon called the toilet seat was just too much for him.
But this morning, while I was praying about what to write today, my phone rang. My daughter's name popped up on the screen and I answered thinking it was her. But no. It was Jack. "Grandpa! I got to tell you something!" "What, Jack?" I replied.
"I peed in the toilet Grandpa! I did it!"
"Way to go Jack! No more diapers?"
Silence. He hadn't yet considered the full impact of his new found freedom.
"I'm so proud of you Jack. Just keep doing what you're doing."
"Okay. I don't have anything else to say Grandpa. I love you. Bye."
So call me strange, but as long as there are 5 year olds facing their worst fears, breaking through, and calling a grandparent to share the news...
I think it's a wonderful world. Blue skies will return. Love will be the final Word, and no Supreme Court or any human made catastrophe or hard heartedness or cruelty will have the power to keep hope and joy and the justice and Love of God from breaking through the most deeply entrenched forces of human brokenness.
Pastor Bryan
P.P.S. (Pee Pee S that is). Our beloved friend Christopher Grundy actually wrote a song to help his kids learn how to use the toilet. It's called "The Potty Song." I sent it to Jack. Haven't heard back from him yet, but click here to hear it!)
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