Even the best changes are challenging. And challenge often brings unexpected blessings.

We were a growing congregation in an atmosphere of church decline. We had an exciting plan to renovate our church building. Fundraising was going really well.

Then, the construction was scheduled to start and we had to move out. That was actually fun. A church family working together to prepare for the future! We purged ourselves of a lot of junk and stored our best things away for the day we would move back in to our cool, new church home.

Old Ship Church (Unitarian) invited us to worship in their beautiful, historic meetinghouse for the summer. House of Prayer Hingham (Lutheran) partnered with us for vacation Bible School. When a beloved church member died, Congregation Sha’aray Shalom (Reform Jewish) welcomed us into their house like we were family. First Baptist Church (American Baptist) happily allowed us to celebrate a wedding in their beautifully redecorated sanctuary. Hingham High School provided space for us to worship on Sundays this fall when unavoidable construction delays meant we couldn’t return home until the end of October.

For an old New England church, this was a blessing — and it was difficult. People like us prefer not to ask for help, but we had to. In the process, we learned so much about ourselves, about our neighbors, about faith and humility, and about the meaning of community.

We Christians are taught about the importance of humility from our first day of Sunday School. From my perspective, the Jesus we encounter in the New Testament ranks humility amongst the primary Christian values of love, faith, social justice, and hope. Yet, as Americans, we struggle with the Christian call to meekness (as it is called in some older translations of the Bible).

Americans value confidence, strength, aggressiveness, and success, right? Humble people are losers in some people’s opinion.

With that said, as a congregation in need, we turned to our neighbors and they came through. We weren’t defined as losers; we were simply and kindly viewed as neighbors asking for help.

Thank you to my colleagues: the Reverend Ken Read-Brown (Old Ship Church), Rabbi Shira Joseph and Cantor Steven Weiss (Congregation Sha’aray Shalom), the Reverend Susan Henry (House of Prayer Hingham), the Reverend Gary Ludwig (First Baptist Church of Hingham), and all others who offered to help. I also extend thanks to the GAR, which is providing us space for Sunday School, and Monica Black in Hingham High School’s main office, who was instrumental in helping to arrange for us to worship there this fall.

It is very important that readers see the question mark after the title of this article. Have we been homeless or not? In a way, yes. In some very important ways, no.

Sure, we have not been able to worship in our sanctuary for several months. Yet, to compare ourselves with those individuals and families who truly have no home would be inaccurate and self-pitying to the extreme. We do have a home and we will be returning to it soon. On each Sunday morning, we are Hingham Congregational Church, United Church of Christ, no matter where we meet.

My hope is that our experience will spur us to redouble our efforts to prevent true homelessness and serve those who are currently without homes. I am also committed to doing more to connect with the other religious organizations in town to create deeper, more active ecumenical and interfaith partnerships.

Who knew what blessings a building project would bring?!

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Back on the Table

2015 is the 50th anniversary of the three Selma to Montgomery marches led by the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. These climactic moments in the Civil Rights Movement are now something that happened a long time ago. They are in our kids’ history books alongside the Kennedy assassinations and the Vietnam War. In recent years, though, race has reemerged as a major issue in American society. The truth is that it’s always been simmering beneath the surface and we’re just now returning to a more public conversation.

Protests over the killing of the unarmed Trayvon Martin, Michael Brown, Eric Garner, Tamir Rice, and others have caught the attention of the nation and galvanized the Black community and others toward much discussion and debate.

Race relations may not seem to be much of a concern in Hingham or this part of the South Shore. We are, for the most part, monochromatic. However, I believe it would be a terrible mistake to ignore this issue or think of it as someone else’s problem.

What about the few people of color who do live here, work here, or visit? What about the students from Boston who attend Hingham schools? What do they experience when they come here? And what about the children who are being raised here, but will, as adults, move to parts of the country where there is a healthier racial mix? Will they be prepared to share life with folks who look different from them and who have diverse histories?

Starbucks has received praise, skepticism, and outright criticism for its Race Together initiative. Whether you think it was a cynical marketing ploy or a well-intentioned effort to make a difference, at least they are getting us talking.

Do you discuss race with your family members, your friends, or your coworkers? Has your book club or religious organization invited you into conversation about race recently? Do you chat about it online? Post articles? Tweet about it? Why or why not? What is it that we are afraid of or squeamish about?

Occasionally, I hear people make sweeping, dismissive comments about people of color. I have heard statements like, “People should just obey the law and everything will be fine!” In reality, the racial divide in our country is much deeper and more complicated than a simple matter of obedience. On the other hand, I have heard people say things about the police that betray a lack of knowledge about what it is like to enforce the law. Instead of judging, let us be open to change within ourselves and within all of our society’s systems.

I believe that only way we will get at the true issues and make progress is to ask questions and really listen to the answers. We cannot make assumptions. Just because we do not see a lot of overt racism in our region does not mean that the subtler forms do not exist. When is the last time you asked a person of color what it is like to work, shop, drive, raise children – in other words, to function normally — as a member of a minority racial group? I have done so much too rarely. As a person of faith, I feel called to do a better job of loving my neighbor. Will you join me?

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All Ears

A friend of mine recently cancelled her cable subscription. The reason? The news. It’s been so consistently bad lately that she started to think that the world was a negative place. And, in her words, “That’s not OK. The world is a beautiful place.”

I couldn’t agree more. And I’m glad that she is focusing on the positive. However, all the bad news is pushing me in a different direction. I am not obsessively consuming television news, but I am trying to listen to the pain of the world with renewed and prayerful interest.

When Michael Brown was shot, and then when Eric Garner was choked to death, many of my friends, family members, colleagues, church members, Facebook friends, and neighbors made their views known very clearly, sometimes vehemently, and occasionally (unfortunately) in a truly poisonous way. I heard sincere and passionate demands for change. But I also heard lots of blaming. I heard subtle and not-so-subtle racism. I heard blanket condemnation of the police. I heard dismissive voices, suggesting that oppressed people should know their place.

What is a white man of privilege to say and do in response to all of this? I have come up with two ideas for myself:

First: Listen.

This doesn’t mean that I am keeping quiet about my convictions. For example: I do believe that people should obey the law and respect the police. I do not believe that the police should be quick to use deadly force, even when they are afraid. I believe that de-escalation is the best way to handle someone who is angry or out of control. In the vast majority of situations, it is an effective and life-saving tactic.

No, listening first does not mean keeping quiet about the truth as we see it. Silence allows injustice to continue. But listening first helps us to resist blathering on in ignorance. I have absolutely no idea what it is like to be a part of an oppressed group. My dad was a cop, but I do not know what it is like to carry a badge and a gun into a dangerous situation. Although I am a professional communicator, my job right now is to listen first, especially to those who have experienced discrimination and subjugation.

Second: Love.

In the church in which I was raised, we were taught not only to love our neighbors, but to love our enemies. This nearly impossible standard is often dismissed or ignored by Christians, especially by those who see and experience the world from a place of fear rather than faith. Despite the fact that most of us fail to love well even those who love us, let alone our enemies, I believe in this teaching and its power to change us. If we start from a place of courageous love, we give ourselves and others the chance to be at our best and to live in peace.

What about Muslim extremists? What about Israelis who are building settlements in disputed Palestinian territories? What about bigoted Christians? What about overly aggressive cops and violent rioters? What about Vladimir Putin? Kim Jong-un? Should we listen to them and love them, too? Yes. Yes. Yes. Hateful bloviating will do nothing to make the world a better place.

Right now, I’m all ears.

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A New Summit

IMG_7212I am headed to Denver this week to visit with my son and we are going to climb a mountain — a very big mountain called Grays Peak. At 14,270 feet, it is the highest in Colorado’s Front Range and one of fifty four peaks in the state that stand at least 14,000 feet above sea level. Locals call them “fourteeners.” Before you get too impressed, the trail to the top of Grays starts at over 10,000 feet. Still, getting there will be about twice as difficult as climbing one of the 4,000 footers in the White Mountains. I’ve climbed all forty eight of those and I’m kind of glad that the good folks in New Hampshire haven’t come up with a cute nickname for them. Though not nearly as tall as the Rockies, the White Mountains are not cute. They are rugged and, in bad weather, truly dangerous. They are majestic. What did Martin Luther King, Jr. call them? Oh, yes: Prodigious. I like that.
Why do I keep climbing mountains? To me, being in the wilderness from time to time is an essential part of living a full and balanced life. It nourishes the soul. It gives one the chance both to breathe and to think deeply. It provides a healthy distance from responsibilities at work, school, and home. If you are lucky, there won’t be any cell service. A blessed break from technology and unrelenting availability.
When the wilderness includes mountains, there is the added element of physical challenge. Do I have what it takes to make it to the top and back down to my car? Will I get lost? Do I have the right equipment to stay warm and dry? Mountains humble those who climb them, and without a doubt, a little humility is a good thing for most of us.
Climbing with my son will be very special. Together, we’ve reached the top of dozens of mountains in his twenty five years and I can’t wait to do it again. Our first climb was Flying Mountain on Mount Desert Island in Maine. Honestly, calling it a “mountain” is generous. It is little more than a hill (284 feet) and my son didn’t actually do any climbing. At two months old, he rode to the summit in a snuggly, attached to my chest. He climbed his first 4,000 footer, Cannon Mountain in Franconia Notch, New Hampshire, at six years old. Impressive.
When he moved to Denver on his own, I was impressed once more at his courage and his adventurous spirit. After a relatively short time, he was chosen to be the lead mechanic at a large bike shop north of the city, and I couldn’t be more proud. The hike is a kind of celebration of his recent promotion.
Now, it is his turn to take the lead, to show his old man how it’s done. He chose the mountain and the route. He even called to remind me to bring warm clothing and snowshoes. He will have to hike slower than he usually does as I make my way up to the summit at a middle-aged pace. But we will both make it. And we will stand on the roof of the Rockies, admiring the awesome view, humbled and exhilarated once again by nature’s power and beauty, together.
Have you thought about going out into the wilderness to reconnect with nature, with God, with yourself, with someone you love, or all of the above? This is a perfect time of year to do it (inspiring colors, cool weather, no bugs). If you go, you may well reach new heights of understanding and appreciation for the gift of life.

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Streams in the Desert

IMG_6358I recently returned from a weeklong mission experience in Monument Valley, Utah. In addition to working with Navajo people to repair homes on their Reservation, our church group learned about native culture and encountered the startling beauty and deep mysteries of the local landscape. Though the region is mired in a fourteen-year drought, we were continually showered with signs of hope.

Before we reached Monument Valley, we visited Grand Canyon. The sere landscape of the rim and the visible parts of the desert-like interior made me wonder how anything could live there. Then, from certain angles, I caught glimpses of the Colorado River, far below. Sometimes greenish, sometimes reddish brown, sometimes silvery in the reflected sunlight, the Colorado carved out this enormous wonder of nature over millions of years. It provides water to the plants, animals, and humans living on the canyon floor. Seeing the river snake through the Grand Canyon reminded me of two important truths about life: Even something relatively small can make a huge difference, given time and patience. Also, in most dry places (physically, emotionally, or spiritually), we can find refreshment and life if we look from the right angles.

On a rafting excursion through nearby Glen Canyon, the heat started to get to several of us. Just when we were beginning to regret the trip, we pulled our rafts up onto a small beach. Our guides told us we had time for a dip. Despite the intense heat of the canyon, the river was a shocking 46 degrees Fahrenheit! Egging each other on, we jumped into the frigid water in small groups, many holding hands. What started as a simple chance to cool off became a unifying event for our group. I can still hear the peels of laughter and applause echoing off the canyon walls.

Once we began our projects on the Reservation, we were blessed with more unexpected signs of hope. Our group of 46, combined with 150 other travelers from all over the country, was divided up into crews of 6. Despite differences in culture, theology, political opinion, socioeconomic status, age, gender, and more, most crews functioned beautifully together and all projects were completed successfully by the end of the week.

Given the history of the native people in our country and their treatment by European settlers and the US government, it is not surprising that outsiders are often viewed with suspicion on Reservations, especially at the beginning of a visit. Our hosts proved that assumption wrong, at least in Monument Valley, as they welcomed us graciously on the first day and in many instances labored side by side with us all week.

Perhaps the most refreshing gift I received all week was a simple statement. As New Englanders who often rush about and who manipulate the environment to our short term advantage and long term peril, we would do well to receive this piece of wisdom offered to us from one of our Navajo hosts: “Take life one step at a time and move with the waves of the world.”

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iStock_000014464248X-Planting-Seeds-234x178My wife, Tracy, and I put in our vegetable garden yesterday afternoon. It almost didn’t happen. Busy schedules and more pressing chores just about crowded it out of the schedule on our rare mutual day off. But we took a quick trip to the store for a couple of tomato plants, a half dozen herbs, and a handful of seed packets, and we were ready to go.

The best part of the day, for me, was breaking up the dirt with the heavy hoe. With each chop and pull, the roots from last year’s tomatoes and other dried up detritus came to the surface. After we cleared the rocks and unwanted bits away, we raked out the black earth and smelled in it the promise of fresh vegetables in… July maybe? August?

The thing about planting seeds is that it takes a while to see what’s coming. Lots of watering and weeding and most of all waiting has to happen before we get results.

And we are terrible at waiting – both in our particular family and in our wider culture.

I love my phone. It keeps me connected to the most important people in my life and it makes my job much easier. But the newest technologies have taught me that I do not have to wait for connectivity or for information. My phone is a powerful tool, but it is not a helpful teacher when it comes to the essential virtue of patience. Seeds provide a much better lesson in the value of waiting.

Also, when we plant and care for a seed, we express confidence that the earth will do what it has been doing for far longer than humans have existed. We recognize that we are not the center of the universe. We learn humility.

As a father, this is familiar ground. When my two sons were small, I longed for them to understand the beauty, power, and fragility of the natural world. As soon as it was physically possible, I took them into the woods and mountains and did so over and over again, but I had no idea what the effect of those excursions would have.

Thankfully, both of them have made it safely into young adulthood with a deep appreciation for the environment and have been actively engaged in seeking its protection.

But I also read to my boys every single night of their young lives. Alas, neither of them enjoy reading as adults. They have no interest in the hundreds of books that line my shelves and I will not be discussing Shakespeare or John Irving with either of them anytime soon. As parents, all we can do is try our best and see what sticks. I’m sure not all of the seeds we planted yesterday will germinate, either.

Ministry is similar in that each idea I put out there in the Sunday morning sermon is carefully chosen, yet once released has a life of it’s own. Each action we take as leaders, followers, friends, family members, and neighbors has the potential to produce something beautiful in time. We just don’t always get to see it happen.

Yesterday, Tracy and I could have completed any number of projects around the house that would have brought clear results and instant satisfaction. Why choose to start something that will take months to come to fruition? The answer is still buried in the dark, sweet soil. We’ll just have to wait.

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Where Have All the Leaders Gone?

seegerWhen Pete Seeger died in January, we lost an American musical icon. We also lost a leader, and we who have dedicated our lives to guiding others toward positive change can learn a lot from his approach.

Pete wasn’t an institutional leader, per se, although he and his wife, Toshi, founded the Hudson River Sloop Clearwater, Inc., starting in 1966. The Seegers used the boat and Pete’s inspirational tunes to make a real difference. You can swim and fish in the Hudson now, and the river has regained its health.

Pete’s leadership came mostly through his music. He created tunes that playfully and pointedly described our beautiful yet broken world, inviting us all to remake it, together.

He also knew how to build community. His concerts were not so much performances as they were sing-alongs. While most musicians (and leaders) want you to be impressed by their cleverness and skill, Pete’s shows united his audiences in a common sense of joy, motivating them to make a difference in their daily lives and in a particular social or environmental cause. And somehow, he made humanity and the natural world the centers of our attention, not himself. Never himself.

This kind of leadership is rare, and I wonder, as institutional life in our country continues to erode, if it will become even less common.

There have always been crooks and despots at the helm of various tribes and nation-states, and recently the world watched in horror as former Ukrainian President Viktor Yanukovych directed the slaughter of those protesting his broken promises and financial misdeeds. Leadership by brute force, in any setting, only serves to erode trust, the essential bond of community.

Parents who are good leaders in the home understand the trust factor. Most kids (at least before adolescence) feel as though they should obey their parents, no matter what. However, when children can truly trust that their parents will love them consistently and gently, provide for them, keep them safe, and set appropriate limits on their own behavior, they will follow their parents to the ends of the earth if asked.

Leadership in the business world can be tricky in that it’s not only about guiding a group of people in a common cause. Quarterly reports show whether profits are high enough, and if they’re not, the leader is usually considered a failure. However, the best management minds know that, given a good business model, performance will improve if employees feel a sense of responsibility to one another and to the customer.

As the pastor of a church, my role is multifaceted. I am a theologian-in-residence, a steward of sacred rites, a writer, a speaker, a teacher, a shoulder to lean on in difficult times, and sometimes a secretary and janitor. Unless I am also a leader, I will be ineffective in all the rest.

In the world of religious institutions, leadership matters much more than many think. Even if everyone is very faithful and very kind, your church, synagogue, temple, or mosque will fail without solid ordained and lay leadership, working in partnership.

Let’s spend more time and energy in our families, schools, religious groups, and sports teams teaching our kids the leadership skills that they will need when they inherit the world. Eventually, they will be in charge, and all of us want them to be prepared and successful. The well being of all we hold dear depends on it.

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