The Day of Pentecost and What Comes Next

On Pentecost Sunday,

We celebrate the birthday of the church

When the Holy Spirit made itself known, just as Jesus promised

    Blowing into a locked room of Jesus’ people 

    waiting for something to happen.

The tongues of fire sent them barreling into the streets,

    Where people from the known world were going about their days,

    Shopping and meeting and making their way from one place to the next.

How weird it must have been

    When everyone from everywhere 

        Could hear the news of God’s power and blessing in their own language – 

            the miracles of Jesus’s life and love made available to everyone

                no matter who they are 

                or where they come from

                or what their lives were like before.

Pentecost Icon, Meteora, Greece

No, they were not drunk with wine so early in the day,

But drunk with the overwhelming message 

        of love contained in the words of those who spoke.

On this day, the divisive events of Babel were reversed, 

And now people are united, 

The children of God, one people again.

And then comes the long season of green – 

    the season after Pentecost

    lasting almost half of the year.

We come down from the excitement and 

    high of being bathed in the Spirit’s presence,

    on fire for God and Jesus

    and center ourselves on the reality of everyday life.

But our lives are not really the same as before

    Because now we have new knowledge

    New relationships

    New marching orders

    A new way of life.

We call this discipleship,

    The growing season

        Two steps forward

One step back

Planting seeds of faith in ourselves and others

    Always believing that God will be loving and faithful in the process

    And calls us to that same love

            Extravagant, generous, hospitable, gracious, unbounded 

            LOVE!

A lifetime's work...

More difficult than we ever imagined...

When done right, it turns the world on its axis and paves a new way forward.

The real question is...

    are we brave enough to go?

(c) Deb Luther Teagan

May 30, 2023

Moving: We have two hearts...

We have two hearts...

 

The sad heart as we leave our German life behind...        

tears of sadness for friends no longer on our daily paths…

missing daily trips for fresh pretzels

where will we find our special treats, Rote Wurst and Doner Kabab?

Saying goodbye to American friends is hard and easy...

we are used to the give and take, the coming and going…

we often end up together again –

the family issued to us by circumstance…

some for a season and some forever.

But saying farewell to European friends is just hard…

          Many have lived in the same town their whole lives…

          People don’t come and go - a disruption many have never had.

"Auf Wiedersehen" means “until we see you again...” 

          But we leave knowing that might not be possible.

 

The happy heart anticipates the plans we’ve made...

          The last military move…

                    learning how to be retired…

reuniting with old and favorite friends.

a house of our own choosing and design…

new places to explore and fall in love with…

The list seems shorter and uncomplicated.

          Yes, there is uncertainty ahead –

where is our stuff and when will we see it again?

who are when we are not working?

          But one day soon our new life will unfold before us

                     and it will feel like it was meant to be…

                     that is our prayer.

 

To be both happy and sad

as we end one chapter and begin a new one…

It’s a most wonderful gift!

        

Re-formation

Inspired by Matthew 22:34-40 and 1 Thessalonians 2:1-8 

Reformation Sunday, 2020

How boring would it be if we never changed?

    If we never grew or 

    learned new things or 

    never let our interactions 

        and relationships with other people

        make a lasting impression on us?

We feel like the safest thing is to always stay the same,

    to hold on to the principles and lessons taught us from our birth.

But what if those things hold us back?

What if the easy thing is not the best thing?

What if the safe way is not the loving way?

What if we become so rooted in our comfort

   we pass up the chance to become something 

        better and more beloved

        than we ever imagined we could be.

How much courage does it take to welcome re-formation?

How much power are we willing to give up?

How much privilege are we willing to cede to those who have 

    different voices

    different experiences

    different expectations

       than our own?

It takes a lot!

Jesus taught us that over everything else

We should love God and love our neighbor

    with all our heart and mind and soul

    with everything we have and everything we are.

That's it - that's the tweet.

Everything else is static.

Re-formation isn't just a holiday on the Protestant church calendar.

It's also what Jesus calls us to live out every day

    by stepping out of our comfort zones

    by listening to another witness

    by speaking up for those whose voices have been silenced or ignored

    by giving up the microphone to someone else who will say, 

        "Let's think of this a different way."

Re-formation happens when we stop taking the easy way out,

    when we stop taking the path of least resistance

    and start taking the path of excellence

Re-formation happens when we assume the demands and risks of love

    with confidence and courage that come as a gift from God.

Re-formation happens when we seek to please God, not others

    as our first and foremost duty of faith.

Re-formation happens when we share ourselves with others,

    allowing vulnerability to be our default position, 

    instead of something we allow only as a last resort.

And when re-formation happens

    the main thing remains the main thing...

    Love wins!    

    EVERYONE WINS!!!

(C) Deb Luther Teagan - October 25, 2020

Guess what? It all belongs to God!

Some verses in preparation for a sermon on Matthew 15:15-22

Apparently, irony is not dead... Jesus and taxes a few weeks before a US election... 

The scribes and Pharisees come to Jesus with a question:

Should we pay our taxes?

Of course, they didn't really want an answer to that question

You can tell by the way they approach the whole shebang...

Oh, Jesus, you're so awesome...

  so wise...

    so in touch with God...

       Just answer our question and we'll let you go

Of course, that's not what they wanted.

They said it from the top

They were laying a trap for him...

They sent people to ambush him...

Hoping the government would move against him...

They just wanted him out of the way.

Jesus wasn't out there preaching against the government

He was just answering the questions asked him

as faithfully as possible.

Pay to Caesar what Caesar is owed...

  Government at its best uses this money

  to make things better for the people it supports.

But pay to God what is God's... 

That's really the question - right?

What belongs to God?

We spin our wheels, worry our minds, stress our hearts

  with the very questions that arise from this encounter.

Does our money belong to God?

Do our jobs belong to God?

Do our families belong to God?

What about our houses and cars and e-readers and gaming systems?

Or our participation in the election process?

Or writing our members of Congress?

Or protesting injustices we see being brought against us 

or our neighbors (who are anyone not us)?

What about wearing a mask when we go out it public?

Does that belong to God?

Here's a hint

An answer I have deduced from 

  rereading the gospel story

  and pondering on the letters of Paul

  and praying the Psalms

  and reflecting on the story of the Jewish people...

It all belongs to God!

And the sooner we start believing that 

  and living it out

  the better off we all will be.

And it's hard.... 

.

Stand Firm - Find Joy

Inspired by Philippians 4:1-9

I am almost afraid to watch the news 

    or check my phone

    or listen to the radio 

for fear that my anxiety will be ratcheted up

to a level that can only be soothed by

    a hearty loaf of  fresh-baked bread,

    slathered with French Sea Salt butter,

    and devoured in one sitting. 

Or a batch of my favorite home-baked cookies,

    which may or may not even make it into the oven...

        apparently, frozen cookie balls are an up and coming member

        of the comfort food family.

In times of distress and anxiety, Paul's instructions

    mean even more.

And so I ask myself

What are the things that give me joy?

Making soup from scratch - 

    maybe butternut squash or chicken and rice 

    stands next in the queue

        choosing, chopping, seasoning, heating

The sum is always greater than the parts.

Reading a good book again and again - 

    even if I know what's going to happen, it's OK

    well-written words reveal more than the plot

    they capture the essence 

        of striving to live,

        of overcoming obstacles 

        and learning what it means to really be alive.

Making something useful from scraps of yarn and lace -

    my preoccupation with crafting shawls

    must be linked to my desire to feel 

        cozy and comfortable, and even when by myself

        never alone

    Kept for me or given away

        making something from scratch  is interwoven with

        many prayers and a piece of my heart.

Spending time with people who make me feel whole

    whose only expectations are 

        love

        and acceptance

        with an occasional moment of whimsy thrown in 

I work to translate

    these tangible springs of joy

    to my journey of faith.

Stand firm, Paul says

Help others, be gentle, don't worry

Feel God's presence in the midst of these simple,

    yet difficult things.

Pray and give thanks and rest in the peace that comes 

    from trusting in the Holy to define who we are

    rather than letting the world define us

Truth

Honor

Justice

Pleasure

Excellence

All are rooted in God's plan for creation and the created.

Seeking them

Pursuing them

Witnessing them

Doing them

This is the path to oneness with God

This is the path to oneness with each other

This is the path to peace... real peace... God's peace.

Standing firm... finding joy

So simple

So hard

So necessary

No matter what profession or vocation

this is the work we must choose

this is the work that will save the world

this is the work that will save us all

Deb Luther Teagan

(c) October 9, 2020

Gaslighting Us All to Death

I have been told
time and time again
that because I am a person who follows Jesus

I should either have no political views

or they should comport to a narrow bandwidth of opinions 

supported by a mere handful of biblical references.

I have been told

time and time again

that because I am a woman

my value to society is less - 

67 percent, on average - 

and that one day my husband will be able to get me under control.

They say if I just take the bible seriously

it will all become clear.

I have been told

time and time again

that heaven is for those who claim Jesus

and hell is for those who don't

and that I should spend more time

learning about substitutionary atonement

and wait for the Rapture to save us from the wrath to come.

I have been told

time and time again

that there is a small corpus of writers 

who I'm allowed to read and teach

and that any book

or quote

or author

who deviates from "the way it's always been"

will only lead people astray.

And to all of this I say,
"Stop gaslighting me."

Stop trying to make me feel guilty for having questions 

about why the world is the way it is.

Stop trying to make me feel crazy when I see the world in a different way...

one that respects the rights of people

to control their own bodies

to marry the person they love

to have all people enjoy the same protection under the law

to wear a mask in public and stay home when it feels best.

Stop trying to make me unbelieve the things that God has shown me

through my own study and living in the Word - 

that loving God and loving people is the most important thing

that compromise is a biblical principal

that sometimes the answers to our questions only come after the pain

that selling out to power by our leaders will drag us all under.

Jesus came not just to save humankind, but the whole creation.

It's the reason I can believe in the story of creation 

and the reality of climate science.

It's the reason that I can love the people who think like me 

and the ones who don't

It's the reason I can find joy in my mother's good health 

even though I'm not sure she remembers who I am

It's the reason I get up and start every day with a good cup of coffee

and not a flask of whiskey or something else to numb the pain 

I stand as a citizen of a particular country,

living abroad

listening to foreign news 

with the not-so-sudden realization

They are gaslighting us all to death.

And the only question left is

what am I going to do about it?

Deb Luther Teagan

(c) October 6, 2020

Easter Upside-Down

I wonder what Easter's like in Austrailia or South Africa,
when instead of happening in springtime
with budding trees and bushes,
and tulips and daffodils poking their green shoots through the warming earth,
what if, instead, it is the beginning of Fall
with leaves falling off the trees
and winter preparation just around the corner.

Most of our Easter metaphors are about new life
and how we can see it popping up around us every day.
The days are getting longer and the temperatures are warmer
and the message of new life in Christ
is especially tied to nature's awakening in the world around us.

But what if those cues were absent
and we had to rest our belief in new life
on only in the resurrection story?
What if the drama of Jesus' last days were the only thing we had?

We take so much for granted by living on the top half of the planet.
Our experiences shape the story that the world hears
and we don't even give it a second thought.

But what if we put ourselves in their place?
Is this what it's like to be left-handed,
always trying to fit our reality into someone else's truth?

Maybe this year I will celebrate and upside-down Easter...
I wonder what that would look like?

(c) Deb Luther Teagan, March 2017

So many unfinished projects

I sit in my chair surrounded by
so many unfinished projects...

A shawl for a friend whose heart sometimes beats too fast and sometimes too slow...
a baby blanket waiting for either a purple or blue border to be applied...
a scarf and wrist warmers for me in a yarn too rich and yummy to be resisted...
bags and boxes of yarn whose purposes have yet to be revealed...
papers and sermons to be filed...
books to be put away...
laundry to be folded...
episodes of television that sit on my DVR unwatched because I don't want the magic to end.

I have always thought of my life as an unfinished story,
with so many moves to houses big and small,
so many friends, all coming in just the right season,
and so many jobs, both paid and volunteer, that gave me joy.

My life is so different from the one I imagined
that it has become hard to even look into the future to see what comes next.
My comings and goings were decided by the needs of the Bishop or the Air Force,
because true love often takes us down uncharted roads,
and we made whatever came work
better than we ever imagined it could be.

But soon, much sooner that we expected,
we must look around that corner to the next thing...
and ask ourselves the inevitable question,
"What do we want to be when we grow up?"

Because come July 1,
Air Force life will be no more,
and who knows,
we may become those blasted retirees
who park their shopping carts in the middle of the Commissary aisles,
leisurely shopping, just for something to do.

Or maybe not.

So many unfinished projects...
I keep wondering why I'm not more panicked at the thought of this brave, new world.
And then I remember what I've been telling military spouses for more than 20 years...
God is down every road.

(c) Deb Luther Teagan - March 2017

We Are Not God

We are not God

They say that many preachers only have one sermon in them.

I want mine to be Grace.

Many Christians speak for God in angry tones that crush and berate -

Words of judgment and condemnation, of exclusion and superiority.

But the God I know speaks in hushed tones of love -

Words of comfort and peace, of reconciliation and forgiveness.

We say “In God we trust,”

that we want our land to be a reflection of God’s vision for humankind,

so why do we make laws that take away healthcare from the old and poor,

ignore the harsh realities of inequalities for students with disabilities,

let people go hungry or sleep in spiked doorways,

stand up against those who only want to pee in peace,

refuse to make marital abuse a condition for divorce, or

define strangers as “other” and work hard to turn them away?

If grace is not the driving force of our faith,

Then the clanging cymbal of self-interest will obscure any opportunities

That others have to hear the message of the Gospel –

To know who Jesus is.

God is love!

God is love!

God is love!

The greatest sin is that we are not claiming God’s love as our own.

We need to get with the program if we are going to live up to the legacy that

We are created in the image of God.

Beloved children, all -

In need of love and grace, all -

In need of comfort and forgiveness, all -

In need of the wisdom to take ourselves off of our self-imposed pedestals -

In need of a mission and ministry to lift us all from the darkness of sin and the depths of depression.

And what we will not give

We cannot receive.

We are not God.

But created in his image, we are called to be givers and receivers of grace

In peace.

Deb Luther Teagan – March 13, 2017

One Page Sermons in Verse - the beginning

One Page Sermons in Verse

My best work comes late at night or early in the morning
when sleep is hovering
and it feels like too much trouble
to find a pen and paper
and turn on the lights.

And the thoughts are so good and so clear
that I am totally sure that I will remember them forever.
But sleep impinges on my memory
and they float away like wispy clouds
or leaves in a quiet stream.

So many of my best works are lost
and only snippets remain in the works I eventually sit down to write.

But maybe they are not really lost,
for I know
and God knows
and, in fact, what I learn about the two of us
in those moments
is far more important
than anything I could share with anyone else.

(c) Deb Luther Teagan - March 2017