My Favorite Sermon

This week I didn’t write today.  Did it yesterday.  A few weeks ago I received an invitation to preach at Calvary UMC in San Jose and took some time yesterday to do the writing part.  So rather than trying to write something new, I thought I’d just share with all of you what I wrote for my friends at church.  Maybe next week I’ll do a poem or show pictures of my workshop that I am hard at work cleaning.

Till next week,

Andrew

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Bible Text: 2 Timothy 4:9-22 (NRSV)

 

Time.  What shall we do with our time? Well, there is always tomorrow – isn’t there?  Tomorrow will dawn and we’ll face another day.  Won’t we?  Tomorrow and tomorrow will come, the endless days will allow us to do all those things we desire.

We’ve all been asked the question, “What would you do if had just been told that you had three months to live?”  Likely you’ve thought about it and even discussed it with someone.  In the movie, “The Bucket List,” the main characters have been told they are dying of cancer and make their bucket lists – the list of what you’re going to do before you kick the bucket.  In the movie the two men go off and do many of those things.

It’s an interesting notion and the phrase has entered our language as a general excuse to do something out of the ordinary.  In a casual conversation with co-workers I mentioned that I had been to Paris.  One of the them replied, “Oh, that’s on my bucket list too.”

I think it is great to have a list like that and to do the things on that list.  But…

But I find the concept in the movie to be flawed.  When the doctor walks into your room and says, “You’ve only got three months,” it’s far too late.  With only three months to live, you’d be far too sick to do anything.  How many times have we seen that?  I recall when my mother received the news that she had pancreatic cancer and had just a few months to live.

She was taken to hospice care and I went home and made plans for all the things we could do in the time left.  I’d help her finish the family history, we could drive one last time to the lighthouse in Santa Cruz, we’d have time to talk, we’d …

We had none of those.  In hospice she quickly lost strength and died in a month.  The family history remains unfinished – sent to a cousin to keep and pass to his children.  Whenever I go to Santa Cruz my first thought is of my mother and the last trip we never got to share.

From personal experience I’ll tell you that when the doctor calls and says you have cancer, the first thing you do isn’t to write your bucket list but rather to start crossing off things you know you won’t be doing.  More urgent matters come to mind, like: when do I start treatments? How much strength will I have in three months.  Will I lose my hair?

These kinds of memories do remind me of my favorite sermon.  It was preached by Reverend Paul Nelson.  Some of you will remember him.  Pastor Nelson was the pastor here when I was a teen.  One sermon I remember he used the text we read, from the last chapter of second Timothy with a focus on the 22nd verse, “come before winter,” to which Pastor Nelson added, “or it will be too late.”

Second Timothy is a very personal letter written by the apostle Paul to Timothy near the end of Paul’s life.  There are questions about the purpose of the letter and questions about its authorship but let’s just look at what the text says and pretend for a moment it was written to you.  Paul reminds Timothy of the gifts that God had given Timothy, offers advice and warnings to Timothy, does a little complaining, and a little preaching.  In chapter four Timothy is reminded to “proclaim the message; be persistent, whether the time is favorable or unfavorable.”  In verse nine Timothy is told, “Do your best to come to me soon” and again at the end of the letter in verse 21 instructs Timothy to, “Do your best to come before winter.”

At time of the writing of this letter Paul is presumed to be in Rome, in prison and likely to be executed soon – no doubt under great hardship and according to the letter he has few friends left with him.  Paul needs assistance and we can infer that he needs it soon – he repeats his request to “come soon.” The request that Timothy “come before winter” is significant because the ships of that time would not have been able to travel during the winter and would have greatly delayed Timothy’s arrival – possibly by six months or more.  It’s possible that a delay would have resulted in Timothy arriving after Paul has been executed so we can infer that Paul’s request was very urgent.

Certainly Reverend Nelson interpreted it that way and used this text as part of his urging us to not wait to start doing God’s work.  Reverend Nelson’s words still ring in my ears, “Come before winter, or it will be too late.”   There is an urgency in this work for certain things, the love we give, the hope we share and work that God has called us to do.  If we don’t act now, when will it happen?

Time.  Sweat time.  Endless and yet we only get a small amount to use in this life.  Time to build a life.  Time live life to the full.  Time to waste. Time to …

What would you have done if you’d received a letter like Paul’s?  Would you have dropped everything and made the journey?  Would you have put it off?  I’d like to think I would have taken the next ship out but it’s just as likely I’d have let some crisis or other need distract me.  I fear I’d have let time slip through my fingers until winter had come.

Now is the time.  Paul’s letter is a call for action.  A call to do God’s work – bring the books, the cloak, and attend those in need.  A call to use your gifts for that work.  Think of all the things you’ve left undone.  Calling that old friend, going to that place you’ve never been, and writing that “bucket list.”  Now is the time to all that while there is still time.

Before winter.  Before it’s too late.

It’s easy to casually say, “There will be time to do that later.”  Sometimes later never comes.  Some times we need a wake up call.  Some times events provides the call, sometimes God provokes you.  About three years ago a friend of mine sent me an email. Occasionally this friend and I discuss our spiritual journeys together but this email was out of character.  The subject was “Writing.”  It was a short message that read, “How’s the writing going?  I was praying today and I’m supposed to ask. Don’t know why.”

Come before winter or it will be too late.

At the time I had mostly given up on writing and hadn’t written in some time.  I took the email as a small note from God and tried to get back into writing regularly.  A few months after that I did start writing an on-line blog but without much consistency.  In the last couple of years, I’ve managed to be more disciplined about my writing.  I’ve not archived any great heights in writing – no novel or book is about to published – but I’ve been able to make that creative outlet a regular part of my life.

And my friend hasn’t sent me any more emails like that.

It was two years ago at my regular physical that I got sent down another path that really grabbed my attention about time.  My doctor noted that my PSA was a little high for a man of my age and suggested some routine follow ups.  Of all the things a doctor can tell you, the word, “cancer” is among the most frightening and shattering words they can say.  For months my world was in turmoil.

Would there be any more time? What would that time be like?

Hardly a day would go by when I didn’t think of that phase, “Come before winter.”

I am grateful that my doctors were able to successfully treat me and have handed me a large box of time.  Time I can spend.  Time that I thought I had lost.  Time that I want to spend carefully.  Time that I want to spend using my gifts of language, creativity, love, caring and faith.

Come before winter.

Have you received a letter?  What did it say?  What is your gift?  Where have you been asked to go?

Now, or it will be too late.

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House and Home

Yesterday I put a water sealer on the deck.  I wish I had an exciting story to tell about that, but it was so boring that I didn’t even bother to take a picture.  It was a smelly, messy job that I hope to soon forget about.

That about sums up my week at work too.

I have made some progress on cleaning up the mess in my shop.  There are no pictures of that either since the remaining mess still overwhelms the three or four places that are cleaned up.  Maybe in a month or so I’ll be willing to share what that looks like.

I love doing DIY projects around the house, but there are things I won’t tackle.  Plumbing is one.  For years I tried doing my own plumbing until I realized it would be cheaper to admit defeat before I started and just call the plumber.  The only plumbing I take on is the irrigation system – even there I should probably just give in and hire someone.

Other systems in the house I am much better with – electrical for instance.  I can fix most anything electrical, know the finer points of wiring and haven’t been electrocuted in a couple of decades.  Trust me, you only get a hand across a live circuit once before you learn a healthy respect for volt meters and turning off circuit breakers.

Which brings me to the next fun project for our old house: rewiring the electrical system.  Yup, all of it.  We still have the circuit breaker panel from 1954.  Museums are asking to display it.  However, it still works and can deliver a whole 80 amps to the house.  There are one or two problems – like you can’t run the toaster and microwave at the same time and I can’t work in my workshop if Heather is in the kitchen cooking.  It makes for great stories to tell your friends, but it does get rather tiresome to live with.

So now after living 14 years in this house, we’ve decided it’s time to dive in and have the electrical redone.  We’re going to upgrade the service to 200 amps and get separate circuits for the toaster and microwave and my shop tools.  From my perspective it will be great as I’ll be able to work in the shop while Heather is cooking.  Although I am sure that will increase the number of times I am ‘asked’ to do the after-dinner-dishes.

Still, I am looking forward to having a modern electrical system.

I am not, however, looking forward to getting it installed.  First there is the problem of hiring a qualified contractor to do the work.  Even though I currently have two working voltmeters, I am not foolish enough to do that level of work on my own.

A few years back we thought of doing this work and I called a few electricians to take a look at the project.  The results:  one never sent a quote after looking at the job (and refused to return my calls); one was just a creepy man and I wouldn’t return his calls; and one didn’t even show up for the appointment to do the quote.  In the end we just gave up and postponed the project.

I hate this process.  Asking people for referrals, doing Google searches, checking out reviews on yelp and so on.  I thought about looking in the yellow pages, but then I remembered I haven’t seen those in about seven years.

Even when I manage to find an electrical contractor who will show up to see the project, actually sends a quote and is someone I’d feel safe letting into the house, it’s going to be a mess.  Furniture will have to be moved, our recently painted walls abused, city inspectors, a million decisions and the constant worry of will the guy actually finish the project?

So the next few weeks will be a less than fun time trying to get contractors to call, show up, and send quotes.

I have had one guy show up to look at the job.  He came out today, a Sunday (because I would be home then and didn’t have to take off work). He was knowledgable, professional, honest, had lots of great ideas, and spent nearly 90 minutes documenting everything so he could give me the most realistic quote with a few different options.

It was a very weird experience.  I’ve been thinking of calling my doctor to see if any of my medications are known to cause hallucinations.

Till next week,
Andrew

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Just stuff

This is just one of those days where I need to rest.  We put the grandkids on the airplane back home last Sunday and I had a pain-in-the-rear week at work.  Today I am just plain tired – too tired to even think, so I am just going to share a few things and get back to doing nothing.

Yesterday I worked on the deck.  I worked hard and got the last of the deck boards secured to the frame.  It’s almost done – just needed to put on some edging, the overhead trellis and the water sealer.  We ate our lunch on it today and I have to say that we’re very happy with how it’s turned out.  Here’s what it looks like at the moment:

Backyard deck

Almost completely complete – just a little clean up.

I am hoping that just a couple of more Saturdays of work will get it fully completed.  Hopefully my back will hold out – it’s killing me today.  I’ll admit that I likely over did it yesterday and today I am paying for all my fun with power tools.

It feels like I’ve given so much this summer that I don’t have much left.  The kids are great to have around but when you only get to see them once a year it’s so easy to try to fit a year’s worth of experience into three weeks.  With them here, all my attention was focused on them and I did little else.  Now my world feels out of balance.

One example was yesterday.  A couple of weeks ago the pastor at church asked me to speak in service today about “my vision of the future church.”  Normally this kind of thing is a snap for me – I am usually quite able to pontificate on the subject (well any subject really) but last night the words just wouldn’t flow.  I struggled for a couple of hours to write a two-minute statement.  After four drafts and a bunch of false starts I finally got something out that didn’t – well suck.

The problem really was that I’ve let go of many things that normally feed my soul – mostly my creative work.  Building a deck is fun and lets me play with power tools, but it’s not the creative outlet that my other work is.

So today I’ve done my duty at church by being the liturgist and giving my little talk – which was generally well received.  Since then I’ve done mostly nothing.  A little solitaire, checking out facebook, search for exercise equipment and considering skipping writing a post today.

Don’t fear – not likely to buy a fancy elliptical machine anytime soon.  The treadmill I used to use did finally die a few months ago and I had it hauled out of my workshop.  I’ve been enjoying the extra space but do miss using it.  The only real problem is that I’ve not found a replacement exercise program (not that I was all that consistent on the treadmill), I know my fitness is declining a bit.

So the things I am working on taking action this week are getting back to my regular shop/creative time and figuring out a fitness program I’ll stick to.  The shop is a mess so that needs to get cleaned up and then I’ve got a few projects to finish before starting on all the Christmas presents I’d like to make (never too early to stress over Christmas shopping).

The exercise thing?  Don’t know.  A new treadmill is expensive and there goes all that nice space I got but I’d not stick to going to a gym and my little walks at lunch time just don’t do it.

Couldn’t I just watch a few work out videos? I could do that.

Till next week,
Andrew

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A Poem for After

This morning I drove the grand kids to the airport for their journey home.  Now I find myself with a store of good memories but also tired, sad, drained and longing for younger days.  Instead of my usually essay, this poem found its way to my keyboard.

 

The mountain top
So close, so far

The legs rebels
Blood pounds in the ears
and air refuses to fill,
the lungs

Step, rest, step
A mother’s lesson from long ago
One more step, then rest and step again.

Sweat pours
and mouth dries.
Just a few more steps till full rest.

Strength fails
The bottle empties
The mind numbs
The soul drives with remaining strength.

Step,
rest, rest,
Step.

Just one more step.
The majesty of the of trees unseen
Vision narrows and forest fades
Just dirt and rock and a

Step

Wind in the tree tops
Bird on the wing, song in the air
Unheard by the walker as throat gasps for
Life giving air.

Rest

Boom, boom
pounds in the ear
Heart trying to find enough life to

Step

Walking poles take the load
Walker holds the ground
Arms pull legs over the rock
One more step.

Rest and rest

Let the body cool
Let the lungs fill
Let the eyes see.

Lift eyes to the horizon and discover the treeless sky
Cast a glance below
See the alpine lake
in the valley between the mountain tops.

There a just few more steps
sits a log
sits a walker
blows a cooling breeze.

Rest.

Poles drop
Pack slides down
Fresh water
Clear breath

The vision clears
Sounds of wind and bird are heard
A cool high mountain lake fills the soul
with its wonder and grace.

The wind in the trees speak the ancient rhyme
Listen, learn, rejoice
To be in this place
To see what has been
what may be.

To recall the steps of childhood
in this old frame.

To here I come to rest
to renew my soul.

 

Till next week,

Andrew

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