“As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another.” (Proverbs 27:17 – NIV) Today, I launch a new clergy collegial blog. I hope we will encourage and empower each other toward success and excellence in pastoral ministry. As I sit in the Pastor’s Study at Cambria Heights Community Church, I often ponder the possible feedback of clergy colleagues as it relates to preparing sermons, counseling in particularly difficult situation, designing fresh worship, balancing competing priorities of ministry, marriage and family, maintaining self-care, pursuing personal dreams and private interests outside of ministry and family, and finding resources to meet the ever evolving and changing needs of the people whom I serve. After a sustained period of prayer, reflection and meditation, I realize I can invite you to come “In The Pastor’s Study” for an exchange of ideas.

Sunday, August 14, 2022

 

What a Difference a Day Makes: 

Seeing My Daughter as a Young Adult Lady

 

Recently, my daughter and our family experienced a major American rite of passage. We traveled to the American South to move her into her college dormitory. She successfully transferred into the school that she greatly desired to attend, the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. Founded in 1789, the year that coincides with the founding of the American federal republic, UNC Chapel Hill is the oldest public university in the United States. It is one of the crown jewels of American higher education. Beyond its endless list of distinctions and accolades borne of two hundred and thirty-three years of progressively qualitative education in the liberal arts, natural sciences and emerging fields, it is the school that is right for my daughter. After the brisk passage of the summer months, the first Friday in August dawned.

 

We awoke to frustrating and regrettable news that the airline had cancelled our meticulously scheduled flights. My daughter, my wife and I separately called the airlines and vacation vendors to salvage our departure time. Initially, their personnel rebuffed us with arrogance, indifference and extremely poor customer service. Our three hours of persistence yielded a delay of five and a half hours from our original departure time. Our excitement did not wane. We secured the house and completed our last-minute packing before the Uber arrived. Thirty minutes later, we put our bags on curbside at the City’s larger airport. Then, we navigated the revolving doors to begin the trek of paying for claimed bags and passing through security. This part of air travel disillusions the most optimistic person. It seems like a full-time job to take off your shoes, remove your belts and watches, empty your pockets, take off any jackets, fleeces or sweatshirts, take out your computers, tablets, keys and phone, put them in plastic bins and wait to pass through scanning machines. Exasperation increases as the people before you in line move ever so slowly. The TSA agents appear lackadaisical. You feel as if there must be a better way of ensuring the security of airline passengers. Finally, to your pleasant and anticlimactic surprise, you surmount these challenges with a silent and personal pledge to drive next time regardless of the distance. Once you arrive at the gate are, you simply face another set of traveling hurdles.

 

At the gate, we encountered persons who used more space than they needed. They laid their bags, food and other belongings across a few chairs thereby preventing families like ours from sitting together. Some parents failed to watch and discipline their children who ran rambunctiously around the seats as if they were on a playground. I had the misfortune of sitting next to a guy who was using his phone to reinforce music and vocal lessons. I surmised that he had embarked upon a losing cause as his voice and the music sounded irrefutably incongruent. The disciplines of time, practice and affirmations could not remedy that situation. Inexplicably, I failed to ask him to stop. Was I too afraid to do so? Did I not wish to cause a disturbance? Did I fear offending this man? My irritation certainly fueled these thoughts even though I failed to act upon them. Nonetheless, our boarding time came after a day of delays and other comedies of error. As we stood in line, I glanced at my daughter whom I still saw as my “Baby Girl,” an older adolescent. That thought and image of her continued throughout the flight. It was as if we were leaving her for an extended stay at summer camp. Upon arrival at the Raleigh Durham Airport, I would have a mystical moment in which I irreversibly saw her in a new light.

 

The epiphany that my adolescent daughter is now a young adult collegian occurred in the baggage claim area. I chose to stand near the luggage carousel and retrieve the one bag that she tagged. As I waited for her formidable green suitcase holding a semester’s worth of clothes, I glanced over to my daughter to confirm that I was about to take the right bag. In that instant, I no longer saw a girl but an adult collegian. In that moment, I realized that my “Baby Girl” had grown up and become a young woman. Then, I thought about the trip. I left the City with my older adolescent daughter. I arrived five states later with a young collegian. What a difference a day makes. Prior to that flight, she passed the road test and obtained her driver’s license. She began to drive herself to work. Her initiative-taking means of getting to work were an outgrowth of her fierce work ethic. Her diligence in her studies in high school and her first year and a half at another college culminated in her successful transfer to UNC Chapel Hill. There are additional achievements that attest to her inner fortitude, determination, ambition, intelligence and gifts. These personal, academic and work accomplishments are fruit of her maturity and preparation for that flight on the first Friday in August. Indeed, I looked across the baggage claim area and saw my young adult daughter, a second-year collegian, and not the vulnerable toddler who latched onto my legs during speaking engagements. Not surprisingly, memories of her first days of childcare, kindergarten and school, her learning to ride a bike, her high school choral performances, her coming to the car at the end of a party and a thousand other reflections flooded my mind for an instant. Those images disappeared into the sands of time and yielded to the present canvass which depicted a young lady who is ready to complete her collegiate career and embark upon her personal and professional path.

 

During the next two days, we were in and out of Target, Wal-Mart, Belk Lindsey, Bed Bath & Beyond and other stores. We saw numerous families who were fellow pilgrims on this journey of accepting a new normal in the parent and child relationship and readjustment of family composition and living arrangements. Intermittently, we stopped and feasted upon delicious Southern cuisine including fried okra, barbecue, sweet potato biscuits, cheesy grits, “real” bacon and an assortment of cakes and pies particularly peach. My son and I did the dutiful heavy lifting and cleaning. We wiped each inch of the walls on her side of the room. She insisted upon a redo of the shower and bathroom though the university facilities staff had done a respectable job. In the early afternoon on Monday, it was evident that we had fully moved her into her room. We would leave her to decorate her side of the room with her distinctive style and flare. From her elementary school days, she possesses a gift of design, fashion, space and color coordination. The moment of finality arrived. I am proud of myself in that I did not cry. My daughter had a joyous smile on her face. Her happiness and excitement overshadowed any silent sadness, anxiety or apprehension. In that instant, I hugged her tightly and said, “Baby Girl, I am so proud of you. I am so proud of you.” I then turned and left the room to allow her brother and mother their private moment. In that moment, I realized that I did not leave an adolescent on the other side of the door but a young adult collegian.

 

The pride of the Chapel Hill community is unparalleled and infectious. Though I am a loyal alumnus of my alma mater, I find myself essentially cheerleading for my daughter’s school. My pride in her and her achievements spill over into conversations with my relatives, friends and contemporaries. It also morphs into raucous enthusiasm for the school. A trip to the student store punctuated my newfound feeling for UNC Chapel Hill. It further crystalized my reflections on this post. I did not buy any clothing, car decals, hats or decorative ware. The one item that I had to buy was a mug which reads, “Carolina Dad.”

Wednesday, November 25, 2020

Psalm 27:13 - Assurance of Seeing the Goodness of God in the Land of the Living

 

Psalm 27:13 – Assurance of Seeing the Goodness of God

in the Land of the Living

 

 

It is very fashionable in diverse religious and spiritual circles to say affirmations aloud each day.  This discipline of faith reinforces a disciple’s belief in God’s unfailing love, limitless grace and unending mercy.  The Psalmist concludes this often-quoted spiritual poem and verse with a thunderous statement of faith. “I am still confident of this, I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living.”  His affirmation in God’s faithfulness follows His lament about facing enemies and potential opposition of an army.  The Psalmist insists he will rely upon God despite living in the days of trouble.  He will forsake his fear and genuinely rely upon God’s faithfulness and kindness.  He begins this psalm in asking a rhetorical question about the worthlessness of fear considering God’s enduring graciousness amid evil, war and danger.  “The Lord is my light and salvation.  Whom shall I fear?  The Lord is the stronghold of my life.  Of whom shall I be afraid?”  The Psalter asks himself these questions to remind himself of God’s unquestioned trustworthiness. 

 

His questions raise the dichotomy of faith and fear which cannot coexist.  Instead of languishing in fear, the Psalter chooses to ground his life and well-being in his relationship with God.  In the second half of this psalm, he appeals to God for perfect assurance of God’s presence and protection.  Starkly, the Psalmist considers the dreadful possibility that his mother and father may forsake him.  To that horrific occurrence, he reaffirms that the Lord will “take him up.”  In addition, the Psalmist realizes the further dreadfulness that he may fall into the hands of his foes and false witnesses whose accusations may gain acceptance by misguided persons.  Notwithstanding the Psalter’s potent mental and emotional fears and well-founded external threats to his life, he declares his resolve to remain steadfast in his trust of God.  The Psalmist unequivocally expects to receive and experience the bounty of God’s goodness during his earthly journey.

 

This verse communicates an undying hope despite the Psalter experiences bleaks circumstances.  This psalm enumerates several hurtful and difficult situations that deeply afflict the Psalter.  Reciting theological tenets would be minimally comforting and helpful.  Do creeds and rituals encourage and empower disciples in distress? Quite possibly, formal and systematic faith has its limits.  Formulaic faith certainly disappoints as a disciple lingers in hard times.  To persevere and ultimately surmount them, the Psalter proclaims an unwavering hope in God’s character and power.  To hope is an expression of heartfelt expectation, ambition and trust that something will occur.  Practically speaking, the Psalter essentially says that no one and nothing will convince him otherwise.   He knows within his heart of hearts and in the deep crevices of his mind that God will overshadow his bleak circumstances.  Irrespective of his balance sheet, bank accounts, job title, physical health, mental and emotional state and well-being of personal and professional relationships, the Psalter rests upon the assurance of realizing God’s goodness at some point in the future.  The Psalter believes a reversal of fortune awaits him.  He must simply trust God’s faithfulness despite periodic weariness.  Hope fuels the Psalter’s resilience until God’s promises emerge.

 

Florence Scovel Shinn posits affirmations are to be said aloud in the present tense.  Future tenses delay blessings.  Use of past tenses prevents new occurrences.  Accordingly, the Psalter states his unambiguous belief that if he maintains hope and trust in Almighty God, he will see inexpressible blessings and joys.  Interestingly, the King James Version of this verse reads, “I had fainted, unless I had believed to see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living.”  Stating affirmations in the present is necessary to prevent surrender and faithlessness.  The Psalmist would have given up if he had not been in the practice of verbally affirming his hope in God.  His words prevented his lapse into negative thinking and experiential paralysis.  Note the emphasis upon faith in the Psalter’s use of the subjunctive mood in this translation.  His faith in God propels his perseverance through the tunnel of existential darkness.  The Psalter’s hope enables him to rise out of bed each morning and continue his daily affairs as he awaits the unfolding of God’s goodness.

 

The Psalmist concludes this grand poem with a triumphant word of exhortation and expectation to himself.  “Wait on the Lord: be of good courage, He will strengthen thine heart: wait, I say on the Lord.”  The Psalter recognizes that God rewards his boldness in faith with deepening his resolve to trust God as he expects fulfillment of God’s favor and kindness.