Meeting Stone

I held Stone in my arms and marveled at all his tiny-ness with awe and love. Stone was just born to our good friends Bill and Kate. Stone, just like all the other children in my life, is going to be a big person some day – full of dreams for the future and a drive to achieve. But even when Stone is big, I’ll always remember him as small. I’ll always remember holding those tiny hands and staring at the precious features of him as a newborn.

One summer during college I did an internship at Elmbrook, my home church in Milwaukee, WI. Elmbrook is a mega-church by everyone’s definition and I remember how strong my desire was to do well there, to impress and to achieve. I wanted to show everyone what a professional I had become. So I strode in to the office each morning, head high and heels on, in my most professional clothes, with my Blackberry in hand, eager to please. Head up? Check. Shoulders back? Check. Lipstick on? Check. Laptop loaded? Check.

But having grown up in that church it was inevitable that right in the middle of my making an oh-so-grown-up-impression, someone from the staff would say, “Oh, I remember when Susie was a camper at Camp TimberLee” -or- “I remember when you and your brother were Hippos in the church musical.” Then everyone in the room was thinking of my little girl self rather then my very professional adult self that I was working so hard to present. Author Shauna Neiquist shares of a similar experience in her writing.

I get it now. As much as I’ll embrace Stone at every age, I will also always hold dear my mental picture of him as a 21 incher, just 9 little pounds of baby love.

The pastors and leaders at Elmbrook affectionately remembered me as a child, when my spiritual roots were first growing in their loving, nourishing soil. There, I was safe to try and fail and learn and grow. When I returned to Elmbrook as an adult, the leaders remembered me, believed in me, and trusted me with responsibilities and authority. They gave me a chance to lead.

I love you sweet baby Stone, and I love your future grown up self too. May you never cease growing in God’s love. Whether you become a Platt Park intern some day or an accountant or a software developer or a doctor like your Daddy or a photographer like your Mama, I will be cheering you on each step of the way.

Russell Likes My Meatloaf

I have a good friend who has pretty much dropped out of church. She has her reasons, and I don’t judge her for them. During a recent conversation with her, she told me, “The thing I miss most about being in church is communion.”

I have never been much of a day-in-day-out cook. For the first ten years of Tim’s and my marriage, I usually cooked for company (which, granted, is a regular event in our house), and Tim usually cooked the rest of the meals. Since Russell, we haven’t found an actual family cooking rhythm yet, but I made meatloaf the other night, and Russell chowed it down like he hadn’t eaten in weeks! I feel like my heart could burst with happiness when I watch him eat my home cooked meals. I have been surprised by how much joy and satisfaction I derive from cooking a meal that Russell enjoys. It makes me feel like I am giving him nourishment that he needs to grow healthy and strong. It feels like a tangible way I can show him my love.

God invites us to share a meal with Him each week, a meal that He has provided for our nourishment and strength. I imagine it brings God’s heart great joy and satisfaction to be the source of our nourishment. Of course we can go many different places other than God for nourishment, but it is only ultimately in Him that we find satisfaction and strength. When we come to the table together, when we allow God to provide for us, it must bring his Father-heart such great delight.

May we never forget in the regularity and routine of worship, the beauty and power contained in sharing the Eucharist meal together.

On My Bookshelf

People sometimes ask me, “So what are you reading these days?” I usually have several books going at once, but here is what is on my shelf, in my device, or audibly in my ear these days:

The Power of Starting Something Stupid, by Natalie and Richie Norton ~ I’m reading this because I love how entrepreneurs think, and I am pretty much always reading a book by some entrepreneur.

The Next 100 Years, by George Friedman ~ One man predicts America’s future and life around the globe in the next century.

Happier at Home, by Gretchen Rubin ~ This book recounts one woman’s quest to own her own choices and pave a life of greater happiness.

The Heart of Christianity, by Marcus Borg ~ A theologian turns away from traditional beliefs about God, Jesus and the Bible but still has a relevant, nourishing faith in Christ.

The Happiest Toddler on the Block, by Harvey Karp ~ I’m reading this because Tim and I have a 2 year old, and we have no clue what we’re doing. I’ll tell you right now, Russell is not the happiest toddler on our block most days, but he had better be by the end of this book, or I’m asking for a refund. Enough said!

Surrender to Love, by David Benner ~ I’m reading this slowly, like a good glass of Cabernet, because a mentor friend specifically “picked” this book out with me in mind. Needless to say, I’m paying attention and taking my time.

Galations for You, by Tim Keller ~ I owe thanks to my Thursday morning Bible study leaders for lining up this book for our Fall study. (Thanks, Heidi, Lara, Amy & Carol!)

The Connected Child, by Karyn Purvis ~ Eventually we hope to bring home a little sprout from China, and this book is about bonding and attaching with your adopted child.

Deep & Wide, by Andy Stanley ~ This is a book about strategy for delivering messages (preaching) and arranging Sunday worship gatherings for a “dual audience.” The dual audience is both the already convinced and the not yet convinced of following Christ people.

Books that I flew through this summer and really loved include: Daring Greatly, by Brene Brown; Bread & Wine, by Shauna Neiquest; Escape from Camp 14, by Blaine Harden; Icarus Deception, by Seth Godin; and Bossypants, by Tina Fey.

Saying “Goodbye”

Our worship pastor Josh came in my office the other day. We chatted for a while, and I had the impression he was working up to something. Finally, he said, “The time has come for us to move back to Minnesota to be closer to family.” I felt myself take a deep breath, the kind I have needed on other occasions when I have received gut-churning news. I love Josh and Kate. The thought of losing them was initially too much to bear. They have been a true blessing to our church. I really cannot imagine Platt Park Church without them. Through song and spirit, and through friendship and serving they have wiggled their way into our hearts, and we will never be the same.

In addition to my personal sense of loss, I also felt brief panic regarding our church’s loss of such a dynamic pair of worship leaders. But God quickly reminded me of this reality, which has been true to my experience every single time we have had great staff move on from our team: God really does provide for his church. Josh and Kate will never be replaced, but God will provide, and as has happened in the past, we will probably step back amazed by the person(s) He brings into our midst.

I thank God for the amazing season of ministry we have shared with Josh and Kate. They have made a forever mark on my life and on the life of our church. They will never be forgotten. Josh and Kate, thank you for serving the Lord with passion, authenticity and commitment. Thank you for your creative spunk and for loving Platt Park Church so well. We will miss you in our faith community, and Denver won’t be the same without you. We bless you, celebrate you, and honor you as you head into the next chapter of life that God has for you.

Welcoming Vaun

During seminary, I was instructed to seek out a mentor who could be a wise sounding board as I progressed through my ministry journey. I asked Vaun Swanson to mentor me. Little did I know that Vaun and I would form a friendship that would far outlast my time in seminary. We have since traveled to Africa together with Food for the Hungry, walked together on trails all around Denver, and shared in each other’s families and lives for years.

Because of this rich history, I am delighted beyond belief to announce that Vaun Swanson is joining our staff as Pastor of Community Development. In addition to Vaun’s extensive graduate education (Master of Divinity and Doctor of Ministry degrees), she is gifted at creating environments in which people can move from loneliness to community and grow to be all God intended them to be. She has a unique knack for noticing, serving and walking with people during seasons of transition or struggle. Her love for God and walk with Christ are beautiful and inspiring aspects of her character. Vaun’s passion for biblical equality has taken her all around the world, and most recently to Nepal, where she has been teaching and leading conferences on what it means to be “one in Christ”.

Renting vs. Owning

“It is not my business I’m running, it is not my staff that I am leading, it is not my church, or my house, or my car, or even my child. Everything belongs to God. The whole earth is His.” Remember this from last week’s note? I can’t get this idea out of my mind… For the entire decade+ of Tim’s and my marriage, we have been fixing up homes. Every house we’ve bought has been a fixer-upper, and we have made it our main hobby to restore and improve spaces in our spare time. This hobby started in Iowa when we bought our first house, an 1862 Mississippi river home with lots and lots of charm and work. Since then, we have restored a couple of tri-plexes in the Highlands, one single-family home and a condo.

Now we are renting the church parsonage (the house that goes with the church property), and we’ve invested heart, energy, and time into fixing up that space too.
We don’t own the house we live in, but I can honestly say that I am happy to be working on it.

Our culture seems to believe that if you’re renting, you can kind of trash the place, whereas if you own it, then you need to take care of it. Sometimes our culture even looks at relationships this way. We have an idea that in some cases, we’re free to be haphazard and careless with what has been entrusted to us.

But in God’s economy, everything belongs to him, so whether I rent or I own, whether this is a short-term situation or a long-term commitment, I am a steward of anything He has provided. I may not “own” the house I live in today, but I am no less accountable before God to care for and develop it. Everything belongs to God. The whole earth is His.

All Mine

Russell’s new favorite word is “mine.” We didn’t teach him to hold the bowl of berries to his chest and say, “mine” when his friends come over for lunch. We did not show him how to grab the toy and say “mine” during play dates in our backyard. We did not directly teach him to view it as “mine.” But he has figured out a new word, and he sure likes to use it!

Even though I don’t run around saying “mine” like a toddler, I sure can act like my stuff is all mine in my heart, attitudes and behavior. Every time I hear Russell say “mine” I am reminded that this stuff – all this stuff – is really not mine. I am reminded that God has entrusted me with this one and only life, with this one and only season, and with these one and only opportunities to serve Him. It is not my business I’m running, it is not my staff that I am leading, it is not my church, or my house, or my car, or even my child. Everything belongs to God. The whole earth is His.

Get a Cue

Yesterday at church I got to hug a pregnant mom who is about to have her first baby. She told me that she is physically ready to have the baby but that she has emotionally been very sad about the season of life called “married with no children” coming to an end.

I can relate. Tim and I were married for 10 years before Russell was born. I remember being 8 months pregnant and so positively eager to meet our little sprout but simultaneously being so unmistakably sad to say goodbye to that decade of just Tim and me. I was grieving the end of an era that would never come again. I was mourning the loss of a stage of life that only comes once. I was saying goodbye to a part of my life that had been full of sweetness and difficulty and change and growth. Saying goodbye felt so very sad.

Now we are in this new stage called “raising young children,” and I’m sure when Russell goes to kindergarten, I will grieve the loss of this stage too. Then, all too soon, I’m told, Russell will graduate from high school and go off into the world, which is both a loss and a joy I cannot even imagine right now.

Talking with my pregnant friend got me thinking about how completely not in-the-moment I tend to live. I’m almost always thinking about what is gone or what is next, imagining the future, thinking about tonight, or tomorrow, or next week ,or next year, or in the case of Russell’s graduation, 16 years from now!

Recently, Tim’s mom came and stayed with us for 2 weeks, and she kept singing a song to Russell, called “Jesus’ love is sweet.” We’ve kept singing it since she left, and I’ve been making it my practice to use that little jingle as a cue to myself to pause and be in the moment. I am using that little song, which we sing countless times each day, to slow myself, to center myself, to breathe in deeply the presence and love of God and the sweetness of this season, even if there are fish crackers all over the car and smushed bananas on my new couch.

My cue goes like this, “Jesus’ love is sweet and wonderful, O,O, wonderful love. Higher then the mountains, deeper than the ocean, wider then the universe, O, O, wonderful love.” Maybe you can find a cue that’s helpful to you when you find yourself pulled into the past or catapulted into the future. Whatever life stage you find yourself in, whether good or bad, heartbreaking or exhilarating, you can be sure that it will not last. So, be present to it, knowing that our Lord holds our past, present, and future securely, and His love endures forever. O, O wonderful love!

New Baby

Matt and Monika had their baby this week, and they brought him to church when he was just a few days old. When I saw baby Rockwell, I marveled at those little fingers and his tiniest button of a nose. Part of me wanted to freeze time for Matt and Monika, to somehow bottle up this newborn season and never let him grow up because he is so very sweet, little, and perfectly beautiful.

Tim’s and my son Russell turns two years old this week, and he is becoming such a big boy! During these two years, we have eagerly awaited and embraced each of the “nexts” he has grown into. We were so excited when he could roll over, sit up, stand, walk on his knees (for a year), then walk on his tippy toes, and now run. A lot has changed in two years! So, when I saw baby Rockwell, I wanted to freeze time, not just for him but also for Russell. Please, sweet baby love, stay small for a little longer because life goes so fast. Let your mama and daddy hold you and love you and snuggle you forever.

But we all know that my wish isn’t possible. There will soon be no stopping Rockwell from rolling and crawling and running. And even if Matt and Monika could slow Rockwell’s growth and hold him close to home for his whole life, would they do that? Probably not. They understand that a parent’s role is not to keep our children small. The goal of parenting is to provide an environment of nurture and love so that a child can grow up well. Our responsibility is to point the way and provide the space so that our children can spread their wings, fly, and eventually soar. We get to show, to tell, to model, and to teach (even in failures) what life with God looks like.

So Matt and Monika and baby Rockwell and big boy Russell, may you never stop growing into his love and goodness for you. May we as your church family provide the love and nurture and space that you need to become all God has designed you to be.

Leadership Lessons

Almost every year for over 10+ years now I have been carving out 2 days in August to attend the Global Leadership Summit. This event is simulcast all around the world, with 170,000 leaders in attendance. I love this event so much that I even left a family vacation early one year to be at the Summit…I know, that is really weird.

This week 9 people from our staff and elder team attended. Here are my favorite leadership lessons from this years Summit. These lessons took me just 2 days to learn, but will likely take a lifetime to apply! And I am up for that challenge!

1. From Collin Powell: It will look different in the morning; successful leaders infect their people; get mad but get over it.

2. From Patrick Lencioni: if you want to loose your best people then give them anonymity, irrelevance and immeasurement in their work.

3. From Liz Wiseman: you can have a diminishing impact without intending to and without knowing it. Multipliers believe that everyone is smart and is going to figure it out.

4. From Chris Brown: I don’t have a quote from Chris so much as I have an impression of powerful story telling in preaching!

5. From Joseph Grenny: leadership is intentional influence.

6. From Vijay Govindarajan: Innovation = idea+leader+team+plan

7. From Brene Brown: Humans have a basic need to be seen and loved, to belong and to be brave. And if you are not in the arena-getting beat up yourself, then I will not listen to your criticism of me.

8. Oscar Muriu from Nairobi Chapel: Jesus did not just throw himself into the harvest, he first found his leaders.

9. From Henry Cloud: the downward spiral of a leader includes: taking it personal, thinking its pervasive, believing it is permanent.

10: Bill Hybels: be strong and courageous because leadership is not for the faint of heart.