My wife blogged today about how one of our friend's is using her little corner of the world to bless people thousands of miles away. Check it out: Meet Angela - a dear doma friend!!
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My wife blogged today about how one of our friend's is using her little corner of the world to bless people thousands of miles away. Check it out: Meet Angela - a dear doma friend!!
Posted by Daniel Clark on April 30, 2009 at 12:14 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)
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Here I go again with lessons I'm learning from my not-quite 3 year old son, Judah...
We pray together often at bed time. We miss a night here and there because the stress of bedtime can sometimes overwhelm us both. But last night, after a full evening of playing at the park and a bath to wash off the aftermath of playing at the park, he and I prayed together as he went to bed. I asked him if he wanted to pray. Usually he'll say, 'you do it.' Sometimes he'll repeat after me; most often he'll just listen and say 'Amen' at the end. Last night he wanted to pray.
And he said, simply, 'Dear God... thank you for everything. Amen.'
I couldn't have said it better myself. Sure, long and loving, desperate and devoted conversations with Almighty God have their place and should be part of our devotional lives. But the simple and exhausted prayer of a little boy was profound in ways for which my grown-up words can only hope.
We followed his simple prayer with the sign of the cross, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. He has worshiped with us in nondenominational, Eastern Orthodox, Anglican, and other churches - so even in his 3 years, he's seen some variety. He's starting to get it, though. Sometimes it looks like the sign of the cross, and sometimes it looks like he's swatting away a mosquito. He often also asks 'Which one's the Holy Spirit?' pointing to his two shoulders.
(The Catechism of the Catholic Church says that 'the sign of the Cross... marks with the imprint of Christ the one who is going to belong to him and signifies the grace of the redemption Christ won for us by his cross.' And Martin Luther, in his Small Catechism, says 'In the morning, when you rise... [and] in the evening, when you go to bed, you shall make the sign of the holy cross, and you shall say: In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen. Then, kneeling or standing, you shall say the Apostles’ Creed and the Lord’s Prayer.)
Dear God... thank you for Judah.
Amen.
Posted by Daniel Clark on April 28, 2009 at 09:02 AM | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBack (0)
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I heard Outcasts United reviewed, and the author interviewed, on my drive to the church this morning. It's the story of an international youth soccer team in a WASP Atlanta suburb. The boys come from several countries - Somalia, Afganistan, Iraq, Iran, Liberia, and more. Coached by Warren St. John, from Jordan, they make waves in the small, homogeneous, Southern town where they have been settled as refugees, along with their families. Remember, though, that they come with incomplete families, parents having been raped, murdered, abducted, and gone missing because of the wars and violence that ravage their homelands. But here they are. Making a new home. Mary Pipher says this of the book, 'The refugee experience of dislocation, cultural bereavement, confusion and constant change will soon be all of our experience. As the world becomes globalized, we'll all be searching for a home.' This book is on my summer reading list for sure! (A nice follow up to one I read a few years ago: How Soccer Explains the World: An Unlikely Theory of Globalization.)
Posted by Daniel Clark on April 27, 2009 at 09:39 AM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)
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I'm starting a garden this year. I had one when we last lived in Columbus - in 2001 to 2003. But I didn't grow anything in Virginia or Colorado except herbs. In Virginia, we couldn't eat the basil fast enough, and in Colorado, we could never water it enough.
I'm back to it, and I'm more excited than ever. When my father-in-law was in town for Easter, we turn the garden, getting it ready to plan in mid-May. I'm going to have zucchinis, cucumbers, tomatoes, bell peppers, and hot peppers, as well as basil, cilantro, dill, parsley, and chives in containers. And all this in a little plot at our duplex in Clintonville. It's not much space, but I'm hoping for a big harvest.
Check out these two related stories - Caring for God's Earth and Commissioned to Conserve - and get ready to get some dirt under your fingernails. I'm so glad that my church has a community garden in the Hilltop part of Columbus for the at-risk neighborhoods we serve there, as well as a community garden to help grow food for the Hilliard summer lunch program.
Posted by Daniel Clark on April 23, 2009 at 09:56 AM | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBack (0)
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I recently bought Judah a book from Half-Price Books called 'Beautiful Bible Stories.' He's now to that age where he can follow and recount stories, so it's time to dive into the ancient text. We started at the beginning and read the creation story last night. The colors were alive. The mountains, the sun, the giant whales were powerful and majestic. He loved it. I did too. Then this morning, on my run down the Olentangy Trail, I reflected on Earth Day. Yes, there are things about this Earth that are grievous - wars and pollution, abuse and oppression. But behind, over, and transcending all this is the reality that God created a beautiful universe where God's glory and grace is reflected and resonated (nearly) everywhere.
I've been doing some more song writing lately. And as I was composing one day, I was considering the connection between creation and justice. The two, in my opinion, are inseparably linked. Justice is action that restores the original intent of creation. This is one definition, perhaps. So I wrote a song called 'Glorious One.' I'll share it with you, but please know this is a rough one-take demo that I and my friend, Ben Sisney, have passed back and forth.
Download Glorious One (quasi-glorious mix 1) Here are the lyrics...
The first day
Light and life
In the darkness
And it was good, so very good
The firsty day
Dust and stars
For your glory
And it was good, so very good
Now creation sings your glory
Glorious One
Bright as the sun
Shine on
God of Love
Beautiful One
Shine on, shine on, shine on
Still today
Rule in justice
Break the chains
And it is good, so very good
Still today
Move in mercy
Heal disease
And it is good, so very good
Now all nations sing your glory
Glorious One...
Light is a wave
Move me, move me
The poor will be saved
Prisoners from captivity
Light is a particle
Grace is the miracle...
Shine on...
Now all people sing your glory...
Glorious One...
Posted by Daniel Clark on April 22, 2009 at 11:58 AM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)
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This post is based on the sermon I gave on Sunday, April 19, at Mill Run Xalt. The preaching text was Acts 5:12-32.
A Vibrant Community
Not even two months after the first disciples at the empty
tomb were seized with astonishment and fled the empty tomb in fear, a much
different atmosphere has descended on
Judah: Who? You and me and mama and me and Grappa Tractor and you and mama and Grappa and Granny Tractor and me. (getting louder and louder with each name in the list).
Me: Where did we go?
Judah: Where? The ZWOOOOO!!!
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On my drive to the church this morning, I was listening to the news on NPR. I learned that Captain Richard Phillips of the Maersk Alabama is being held hostage by Somali pirates. As the story is unfolding, we are learning, however, that Phillips is a volunteer hostage.
His sister-in-law said 'What I understand is that he offered himself as the hostage, so that to keep the rest of the crew safe. That is what he would do. It's just who he is and his response as a captain.' And his wife also commented that the captain would 'do what he needs to do to keep the crew safe.'
Jesus said shortly before he entered Jerusalem during his last week of life, 'You know that the rulers of the Gentiles lord it over them, and their high officials exercise authority over them. Not so with you. Instead, whoever wants to become great among you must be your servant, and whoever wants to be first must be your slave— just as the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many' (Matthew 20:25-28). Martin Luther said it this way: 'A Christian man is the most free lord of all, and subject to none; a Christian man is the most dutiful servant of all, and subject to everyone.'
Today, Maundy Thursday, marks the day of where four key events took place in Passion Week: the washing of the disciples' feet by Jesus Christ, the institution of the mystery of the Holy Eucharist (communion, Lord's Table) at the Last Supper, the agony of Christ in the Garden of Gethsemane, and Judas' betrayal of Christ. In the midst of this, Jesus teaches with his life and his words. He gives a new commandment: LOVE! And the greatest love is to lay down your life for someone else.
This year, as we reflect on Holy Week and what it means for our lives and this cosmos, a cargo ship captain somewhere in the gulf of Aden, is teaching us about a life of service.
Posted by Daniel Clark on April 09, 2009 at 09:09 AM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)
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This month marks 15 years since nearly 1 million people in the largely Christian nation of Rwanda were ethnically 'cleansed,' that is to say, brutally slaughtered. UN Ambassador Susan Rice shared with the UN about her experiences 15 years ago as a member of Clinton's National Security Council.
As I reflect on this violent end to so many lives, I can't help but consider it in light of Lent and Holy Week. This Friday we mark the day that Christ was 'cleansed,' slaughtered by the powers that be in order to keep the religious and political realities alone. A new King of the Jews posed problems for the reigning one and for the Roman authorities. This Sunday at UALC, the preaching text is the account of the resurrection from St. Mark's Gospel.
Here, in Jerusalem nearly 2,000 years ago, just like in Rwanda today, hope and fear are meeting. Actually, hope and fear are never far apart. With so many nations and regions, families and individuals living in vulnerable circumstances, war and genocide, death and abuse are never out of the realm of possibility. But even in those places, hope takes root. As the women go early to the tomb to help Jesus maintain some dignity in death (by anointing, by covering the stench of decay), they are met with fearful news. Jesus isn't there. They are afraid, amazed, distressed, terrified, confused! They are told to though to not be afraid, but instead to hope. But this hope is not passive, it is active! The hope involves a 4 day walk back to Galilee where the resurrection will be revealed.
Don't be afraid. Hope. Act. Hope and fear met at the manger; they met too at the cross. Hope and fear are meeting in Rwanda, and in many unsettled and unsafe homes and neighborhoods. But where hope and fear meet, Jesus lives. Just as the old Christmas hymn has it, 'the hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight.'
Posted by Daniel Clark on April 08, 2009 at 10:47 AM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)
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It's been awhile since I posted. In my last posting I told you about changes for my family and me. Well, the month of March was intense, so we welcome April (and its showers) and hope to be settled in by May (and look forward to its flowers).
A brief rundown on the month of March... Julie and I flew, with our kids, from Denver to DC. I met with some churches, then a couple days later Julie flew to Uganda with doma international. I drove, with the kids, to southeastern Virginia and continued meeting with churches and sponsors - mobilizing world-changing and life-transforming orphan care. Then I spoke at two churches Sunday, Crossroads and Hampton Christian. It was such a blessing to be with my dear friends at Crossroads. It was there, in October 2003, that Julie and I first became acquainted with Children's HopeChest.
After a week in Virginia, I drove, with my kids, to Ohio, left them with my parents (poppa and grandma) and flew to Denver. A couple days after getting back to Colorado Springs, the packers and movers arrived and I tried to manage the pack and load in Colorado and work my last week full-time in the office at HopeChest. Then Julie went straight from Uganda to our new home in Ohio and tried to manage the unload and unpack while my brother and I drove from Colorado Springs to Columbus (it's making me tired to recount all this activity).
Now a couple weeks later, we are slowly but surely settling in. We are welcoming our new life and lifestyle in Columbus. I'm getting acquainted and acclamated at our new church, Upper Arlington Lutheran Church, and Julie is continuing to build doma and see exciting new opportunities emerge all the time.
We're getting used to living in a smaller house and an urban community (Columbus is the 15th largest city in the US and has 1.8 million when the metro area is included). We quickly figured out our basement gets water and that creaky old floors can wake up sleeping children, but other than that, everday it feels a little more like home.
My blogging will kick up again here soon. Honestly, it's a regular practice that I've missed, but it simply got pushed to the back burner for the last month or so. I'm looking forward to the normal rhythms of life returning again soon.
Posted by Daniel Clark on April 07, 2009 at 09:32 AM | Permalink | Comments (2) | TrackBack (0)
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