Showing posts with label race of faith. Show all posts
Showing posts with label race of faith. Show all posts

Sunday, April 3, 2022

April 3, 2022, "Go!" Westminster Presbyterian Church, Pasadena

 Isaiah 43.16-21; Philippians 3.1-16


Now it’s official, now it’s real.


As of Friday, April 1 (no fooling), I’ve become your Interim Minister … with joy and pleasure, I accept the task, and gladly promise each of you my very, very best.


It’s fitting and right that this Sunday, a Sunday of beginning, is also the end of my little three-part sermon series, “On Your Mark,” “Get Set,” “Go."


I’ve used the analogy of a race … runners emerge from the locker rooms, shake limbs, stretch muscles, lost in thought, when the announcement comes, “On Your Mark.”


We are the people, and these are the times.

There is no one else here, but you and me.

We’re the runners; this is the race.

It’s our moment.


Others have run the race before us.

Now it’s our turn - we’ll do our best, to push ahead to victory.


It’s the race of faith, which means we do this together … arm-in-arm, hand-in-hand … helping one another to run the race … no one crosses the finish line alone … we cross the finish line together.


Last week Sunday evening, Donna and I watched the Oscars … I was particularly touched by the sense of gratitude that marked most of - I suppose a result of the last two years of Covid … all the challenges, delays, restrictions, disappointments - everyone seemed profoundly grateful and deeply humbled, to stand before their peers with an Oscar in hand - acknowledging everyone who made this moment possible - it takes a village to raise a child … it takes an industry to make a movie.


On your mark, get set, go.


And where shall we go?

We go to the future.


None of us know what the future holds, and that’s scary, but the God we know in Christ Jesus our LORD has made it abundantly clear to us, that the future is ours … and God is clearing the way.


As your Interim Minister, it’s my task to work side-by-side with you, to review and consider everything that has led to this moment … the brightest moments, the unhappy setbacks … every bit of the journey - to be studied, pondered, questioned … where did we do it right? when might we have made better decisions? what do we need to do now?


Very importantly, we’ll examine our neighborhood - demographics - who’s moving in, who’s moving out? What are the schools like, and what are the challenges?


We will consider the powerful cultural changes that now shape our times.


I was ordained in 1970, the First Presbyterian church of Holland, Michigan … when the future of the Presbyterian Church was certain … I went to high school, college, seminary … and expected to serve the church my entire life … the church was here, and so was I, and so were my colleagues …  


In 1990, I became senior minster at a church in Livonia, Michigan, a Detroit suburb … the church was founded in 1951, in the rush of the post-WW2 era - when folks went to church in droves, by the millions, all over America.

The church grew to 2400 members in the late 60s, with a beautiful building, a fine staff, and an elevator … 


One of the former associate ministers of the church said to me, “Those were the days; we couldn’t stop people coming to church. The parking lot was jammed, the Sunday School overflowing … the coffers full; it felt good, and we thought we were great.” 


By 1990, it had declined to 1300 members, on the books at least. In reality, it was more like 500 members. Folks had moved, times had changed.


When Dr. Max Morrison was minister here, along with a huge staff and much excitement, folks got up Sunday mornings, put on their Sunday Best, and made their way to the church … here in Pasadena, and all across the land … 


But all was not sunshine and sugar … the Supreme Court and its landmark decision, Brown v. the Board of Education in 1954 … President Eisenhower sending troops to Little Rock in 1957. 

Westminster Presbyterian Church stands in favor of school integration, invites the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., to speak here in 1962 … and, in time, a thousand members walk out. A serious loss, no doubt.


But God looked upon Westminster and said, “Well done, good and faithful church. You chose the better part. You stood on the right side of history.”


In the 80s and 90s, evangelical churches had a go at it, with praise bands and megachurches, and for a time, they were on top of the heap, even as mainline churches continued to lose membership. Now, evangelicals are in the throes of it, too, torn apart by infighting, scandals, and young people simply moving away from the faith of their parents … 


As for religious affiliation in America, more and more simply check “none” … who knows the outcome?


Yet God makes it clear: There is always a way to be faithful, always a way to serve the LORD, always a way to bear witness to the world for the love of Christ.


We will never return to the heyday of the 50s and 60s … or to any other moment in time … the past is past - it’s gone; we learn from it, build upon it, and then we move on … we do what our forebears did in their time - they innovated, they invested, they took chances. 

Building this church was taking a chance. 

A chance on something new, a Tower on Lake Avenue.


God speaks through the Prophet Isaiah:

Do not remember the former things, or consider the things of old. I am about to do a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.


In the months ahead, we will consider how best to serve the LORD in 2022 and 2023; how to bless this neighborhood, welcome everyone, engage in ministry, focus our priorities, care for our campus, revise and renew, and prepare the way … prepare the way for the next installed minister of Westminster Presbyterian Church.


To the glory of God, for the healing of the nations.


On your mark, Get set … Go!


Amen and Amen!

Sunday, March 20, 2022

March 20, 2022, "On Your Mark!" Westminster Presbyterian Church, Pasadena

Westminster Presbyterian Church, Pasadena

Third Sunday in Lent

Isaiah 55.1-9; Luke 13.1-9 


In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.

In the name of all that is holy and good.

Everything, bright and beautiful.

All that we hope, and all that we hope to be.


I’m glad to be here, and I know that you are, too.


My name is Tom Eggebeen.

Pronounced like, “eggs and beans.”

It’s a Dutch name.


Someone asked me where I was twenty years ago.

I said, “I was getting ready for today.”


And that’s the truth.

I was getting ready for today.


I didn’t know it at the time.

But here I am, with a wealth of experience.

I’ve learned a lot over the years.

And so have you.

And together, we are the people, and these are times.


I’ll say that again: We are the people, and these are times.


For this moment, we were born.

And for this moment, we’ve all been getting ready.


In the mystery of God’s purpose - here we are.


No one else, just us.

Our stories, our hopes, our dreams.

Our broken hearts, our tears.

The good times, the hard times.

The whole package.

All that we are, and all that we hope to be.


Me and you, you and me.

Interim minister.

Westminster Presbyterian Church.

San Gabriel Presbytery.

The Presbyterian Church, USA.

And the whole wide world.


A new day?


Of course it’s a new day.

A chance to take a deep breath.

Collect our wits.

Review our story.

Give thanks.

Celebrate.

Look down the road a little bit.

Isaiah says it well: It’s time to buy some wine and milk, wine to gladden the heart, and milk to nourish the soul, and it won’t cost a cent.


Jesus knows full well that life is chancy, life can be hard … terrible things … things fall apart … but wait a minute, with a parable of hope: time is granted … we’ve got time, by the grace of God … yesterday doesn’t cancel today … today is a fresh start, and God is the one who waters the tree, and nourishes it … a tree called life, a tree called hope, a tree called beautiful … a tree called Westminster.


As I was giving thought to the sermon, and the next few weeks, looking at Scripture for these Sundays, thinking about Lent, the image of a foot race came to mind …


Runners emerge from the locker room, shake limbs, stretch muscles, gather thoughts, plan the run … move to the starting line … 


“On your mark!” comes the announcement … and to the line the runners go, kneel down, think … and then, “Get set” … into the stance at the line, on their hands, legs flexed to push off, adrenaline pumping … every thought focused on the moment … waiting … waiting … “Go!” … and off they go … with every fiber of their being … years of training … push, push, push, push ahead … until the race is run.


On your mark.

Get set.

Go.


Today, here we are.

Here’s the mark, this is the place, the race, the lane in which we run.


No where else for any of us.

No one else in our stead.

We’re the ones!

And this is the race!


I’m glad to be here with you.

To be running here in the race of faith.


It IS the race of FAITH … 


Which makes this race a bit different.


Here in this place, we help each other, we wait for one another, sometimes we lead, sometimes we follow ... we keep pace with one another ... we don't run too far ahead, and sometimes we wait for others to catch up.


Some years back, a funeral for a young lady with Down's syndrome ... she was kind, humorous, thoughtful ... with a ready smile ... cantankerous, sometimes, as any of us can be ... 


Notably … she was a slow walker ... her brother spoke as if he were speaking to her, "Karen, you were a gift to us, to our family, to everyone. You were a slow walker, and you slowed us all down, so we could see the world better. We couldn't rush when you were with us. We had to walk slowly. And for that, dear Karen, we’re grateful.”


The race of faith.


We run this race together ...


There’s a beautiful story told of a group of youngsters, with physical challenges, running a race, and off they went, each pushing for the finish line, but one of them fell, and they all stopped, returned to the fallen child, helped the child up, and together, holding hands, they walked across the finish line.


Just a story?


Perhaps … but what a story it is … the fellowship of faith, the Body of Christ, Westminster Presbyterian Church!


I'm Presbyterian enough to know that we're here for a purpose - not of our own devising.


God's devising …


To make a difference …


Life, life, and more life.


And for this life we run … we are the people, and these are the times. 


Can’t have any other way.

No one here, but us.


Right now, right here.

This is the race before us!

We shake our limbs, stretch our muscles.

And God says, “On your mark!”


Amen and Amen!