My first worship service

I've done it now. There's no going back. Now I'm on my way to turning into a man or going crazy, or whatever it is that's supposed to happen to me now that I've "preached."

I have yet to get official feedback from my superiors, but all the kind things that congregation members said as they exited, says that it went pretty well! And it felt good. It felt great. I feel it more in retrospect, as I was pretty numb and disembodied during the actual service. I hope in time the nervousness will die down and let me be more present. My mouth was dry and all ability to improvise went out the window. Fortunately I had a bulletin in my hands and almost everything written out.

We did a contemporary service in the best "Michael Cowley" tradition. Martin and Dori and Jordan were on guitar, as well as a terrific fellow named Tom Bishop. Phil played piano, and the music filled the whole space. My fear was that it would be wonderful and heart-warming only for former Carmel Church members, but based on the response: the music, the sphere, the warmth, and the message worked its magic.

"Point to God" is one of the stated goals for leading worship in seminary. "Preach the 'good news' of God's love." For me it is, bring people to God, open the way for God to flow in and get out of the way! I also want to facilitate healing around any issues that hold us back from the Lord's life and love.

I'll report later on how the supervisory meeting goes. Meanwhile, here is a copy of what I "preached."

"Blessed and Broken"

Alison Longstaff, January 28th, 2007

Church of the Good Shepherd

Jeremiah 18:1-6; Luke 9:12-17

Take. Bless. Break. Share.
Did you notice this progression in our reading from Luke today?
Take. Bless. Break. Share.
We learned in seminary this week that whenever we find this progression in the New Testament, a holy supper is taking place. In our gospel reading, Christ takes the meagre offering, which is certainly never going to be enough to feed the large crowd; yet he blesses it and breaks it and gives it to the disciples to share. And it becomes more than enough. There is a message in that.
Take. Bless. Break. Share.
It struck me, as we discussed this, that this is what we can do in response to the gift of life from God: Accept it, give thanks for it, break into it, and share it. Also, this is what the gift of life does to us. It comes on us and blesses us . . . and breaks us.
Life both blesses us and breaks us. Loving others blesses us and breaks our hearts. Living in community, as church and as family, brings untold blessings, and can break our spirits. But isn’t it true that there is something about the breaking that builds the way to a new bountiful sharing, in a way not otherwise possible?
Many of you here know that I came to Good Shepherd broken. Though I did my best to look fine and happy all the time, I didn’t always managed to pull it off. More than one of you has ended up holding me while I broke apart and cried. Thank you for that.
And as I have snuggled my way deeper into the warm coverings offered by this community, I discovered that this congregation too, has been struggling to heal its own broken heart. This circle of souls was faltering from hurts and misfortunes before I turned up. And though you were struggling, you took me in, bandaged my wounds, and gave me a safe place to rest and heal.
Thank you, again.
In our Old Testament reading we heard about a Potter throwing a pot on a potter’s wheel. As we listen, the pot becomes deformed under the Potter’s hands. Anyone who has attempted throwing pots knows how the clay seems to have a mind of its own. Either the clay is too wet or it is too dry, or there is an impurity in it that ends up causing a crack. One minute the pot is shaping up nicely, and the next minute the clay thins too quickly, or it splits, or flops over from excess moisture. . . . And the envisioned vessel becomes a broken blob.
In my life I have often felt not so much like the useful vessel I intend to be but more like a broken blob—a gooey mess. I have heard that Good Shepherd has recently felt more like a disorganized glob than the vibrant loving community it wishes to be.
But notice this: the pot is in the Potter’s hands while the deformity happens. It isn’t that the Potter was careless, yet the pot is spoiled. It isn’t the Potter’s fault, and it isn’t the clay’s fault either, even though the flaw is inherent in the clay. This text is not telling us: "Be careful because you too might mess up like the pot!" No. This story is in God’s Word exactly this way because this is how life goes. We will be broken. We can’t help it. We come flawed. That’s not the point. The point is that we are held, known, and loved right through the brokenness and back to wholeness. The text is reassuring us that we are always in the Potter’s hands. He’s never faltered for a minute. We are already being made new.
We never leave God’s hands. The brokenness is always a gateway to a new and more magical plan.
A famous Leonard Cohen song says, "There is a crack, a crack in everything; but that’s how the light gets in."
That’s how the light gets in.
The light. The crack is how we learn things we could learn no other way. Babies learn how to walk by falling down. Skiers and skaters learn to stay up by wiping out more times than they care to. We often learn how to love well, by loving clumsily and hurting people first. And seminarians learn how to write good sermons only after inflicting some real clunkers on some long suffering congregations. It’s just what the process looks like.
Besides, we’re the ones that want perfection straight out of the gate, not God.
God designed a system in which being broken is part of the process.
So is it okay if today I feel like a bit of a crack-pot?
Well, on this day of all days, when we celebrate Swedenborg’s birthday, we can remember that, frankly, he was something of a crack-pot. He saw visions; he talked to dead people; he said there are people living on the moon. But despite his oddness and his unorthodox teachings—many of which still leave us scratching our heads—his writings have also brought healing, enlightenment, and Christian renewal to tens of thousands. He has opened the Bible in a whole new way. He has taught us about heaven and hell, the internal meaning to the Bible, about Love and Wisdom, and about salvation for peoples of all faith and all walks of life.
So let’s hear it for crack-pots! Let’s hear it for letting the light in! Let’s hear it for anyone who is brave enough to speak their truth into a world that isn’t ready to hear it.
By this definition, Jesus was a crack-pot too. He certainly was broken for His efforts to speak the truth into an unready world. And He certainly blessed us by His willingness to be broken. Perhaps that is part of what he was trying to tell us—that we need not fear brokenness. That brokenness is always the path to being made new.
I think it is in our nature to fear our brokenness. We want to hide it, cover it over, and paint a smiley face on it. We feel sure that it means we are weak, that we are not good enough, that we should be ashamed, that we have failed.
But it is not so. It means we are human. It means we are alive.
Take. Bless. Break. Share.
Isn’t it so often true that our vulnerabilities end up being our strengths?
Accept your life! Give thanks for it, for it is perfect, no matter how inadequate it may seem. Break into it, live it, eat it up, let it change you. And share the gifts you are given, no matter how meagre they look in your hands. In God’s hands it becomes an overflowing abundance.
Yes, this life can sometimes break us. But embrace it—all of it—for it is only through the breaking and the eating that we find and share our deepest blessings.
Amen.