Guest Posts

Kent’s friend, Don Witten, is this week’s guest blogger.

The Sprituality of the Garden

When Kent Harrop asked me to consider guest writing for his blog The Heretic and The Holy Man,
I felt a bit stumped as to a possible subject. He suggested that most of his writings considered the spiritual, natural, or environmental world. At the time of his asking, we were busy putting in our summer garden here in rural Oregon, and one sunny Sunday morning while working on the drip irrigation, I found my subject literally in the warm soil at my fingertips: The spiritual sanctuary of this garden.

My wife Jody and I both have our varied backgrounds in our religious upbringing, and both, in their own ways, have remained. Jody was raised in the Catholic tradition, and it remains an important stability in her life today. I, on the other hand, attended a small, non-denominational church outside of Roseburg, Oregon, and I look back on my Sundays there with a certain uneasieness. To be fair, any activity at that age that took me away from shooting a basketball, or throwing a football or baseball had no real attraction for me. Pastor Leonard, who led the Green Missionary Church, had a practice of letting an elder in the church orate the final prayer. As the elder prayed for us all, the pastor would whisper, very weepy and mournful, “Yes, Jesus!” I heard nothing of the prayer; I tuned in for Pastor Leonard’s doleful addition, and when it came, frankly, it scared hell out of me.

So the church was never a sanctuary of comfort for me, but I now remember the one place then that was. Beyond our back yard, past Green Elementary School, lay an expanse of grass field with a dirt trail running through its core. At the time, it seemed a vast prairie, but in reality only stretched a half mile or so until it ran into its northern border of small, ranch style homes on Austin Road. In the summer, I hopped on my three-speed Schwinn, and pedaled out through the field on a warm evening. Many times halfway across the field, I stopped, let my Converse Chuck Taylors touch the ground, straddled my bike…and simply listened. At times a rooster pheasant broke the silence, or a car trailed away in the distance. But mostly it was just me, my bike, the gold-brown summer grass, and the warm evening breeze. It’s hard to put in words exactly what I felt in those moments – a calm, a stirring at my core, a peace? – but there was something. It didn’t feel like a religious experience, and at the time I wouldn’t have considered it anything spiritual, but it gave me a connection to the earth, to the natural world around me. And while I didn’t think of comparing it then, it rang true to me far greater than any of Pastor Leonard’s sermons.

Today, I have a similar location, and this time I know its spiritual value. On many Sunday mornings when Jody heads off to mass at St. Philips, I make my way to our back yard garden. It is quiet, and I “worship” there by season: In the winter, I retreat to the potting shed, and listen to the rhythm of cold, slant rain; by spring, sun breaks and blue skies warm the soil, tulips and daffodils wave their color flags in the breeze; in the summer, the songs of wrens, robins, and darting hummingbirds make up the morning choir; and by fall, streaming V’s of Canada geese honk boisterously overhead, while maples turn slowly into coats yellow and orange.

Miracles all.

For me, worship and spirituality has always been a private matter, and I hear louder the voice of God, or the Great Spirit, or a connection to something beyond me, when it is quiet nature speaking. I don’t hold what works for me above the healing center of a church, mosque, temple, or other sanctuary that works for others. And I get the idea of fellowship within a practice, I understand that, the importance of communing with others. My fellowship needs are met with the prayer flags fluttering overhead, the zinnias and tomatoes pushing up through the soil, and today, the rare monarch butterfly just passing through. At moments such as these, I feel the same peaceful tug at my core that I felt in that tall grass field over 50 years ago.

Perhaps psychologist Carl Jung had it right when he carved this Latin phrase over the door of his house:

VOCATUS ATQUE NON VOCATUS DEUS ADERIT – Called or not called, God will be there.

I hope this is the meaning that Pastor Leonard, and the tall grass in the field, meant for me.

Kent’s friend and fellow minister Margaret Marcuson pens this week’s guest post. You can read more about her here

Three reasons why Sabbath rest is worth rediscovering

 By Margaret Marcuson

 Are you worn out? One antidote: take up the ancient practice of Sabbath, whether you are a person of faith or not.

The word “Sabbath” originally comes from Hebrew, “to rest.” I’d like to see more rest in our culture. My hypothesis: if we rest more, we’ll have better relationships and do better work.

Here are three reasons why I believe in taking time for Sabbath:

  1. It’s biblical

In the creation story in Genesis, however you interpret it, notice this: God rests. If God takes time off in the story, what’s the message for us? Work constantly? I don’t think so.

As a coach for ministers on sustaining themselves in ministry, I advocate time off. Many clergy take only one day, if that. Over time, I see them wear themselves out. It’s hard to lead without enough rest. You lose perspective and stamina.

Of course, this attitude to work is not limited to the church. In the nonprofit world as a whole, and in business, people are constantly in touch with work. I saw an article recently on how to go on vacation without working. That’s becoming a novelty.

I say, if a day of rest is good enough for God, surely it’s good enough for me.

However, if this isn’t compelling for you, try this:

  1. It’s biological

First, our bodies need rest. We need sleep, and we live in a culture where sleep is not valued. I’ve never had a high tolerance for sleep deprivation. I need my sleep! This forces me to go to bed at a decent hour because I simply don’t do well otherwise. The more I read about sleep research, the more I realize this is a blessing. Even for those who don’t have my “problem,” not getting enough sleep takes its toll over time.

Second, our brains need rest. Research on productivity and creativity has found that when we turn our attention to something else, we may find solutions for creative problems.

When I was preaching every week, I took Fridays off. I would finish my sermon on Thursdays and come home and say, “This is terrible!” I would let it go, take the Friday off, and somehow when I looked at it again on Saturday, I could immediately see how to fix the problem (and sometimes I could even see there wasn’t really a problem).

  1. It’s better for everybody.

The most mature, well-functioning people know they are not indispensable. Sabbath is about boundaries. Boundaries between work and not-work, between work time and personal time.

Sabbath is better for you for several reasons:

It gives you mental, emotional and physical space.

You have to practice letting things go. If you think everything depends on you and you can’t take even one day away, you are taking too much responsibility.

You will have to focus more during the time you ARE working to get the Sabbath time.

When you take Sabbath, it’s better for others, too:

They have to figure things out at work without you.

Your co-workers or employees will get the best of you when you are present.

Your family knows they can count on your attention on that day.

Try this: take a day of rest once a week for a month. Then see how you feel.

Bio: Margaret Marcuson helps clergy and churches energize their ministry and fund their vision.  www.margaretmarcuson.com

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One Response to Guest Posts

  1. Kent Harrop says:

    Thanks so much for this article. I think there is a lot that the Christian church needs to be held accountable on. I think of Joel Osteen who pastors the largest Protestant church in the USA and who preaches ‘prosperity gospel’, the teaching that if you believe in Jesus you will be ‘blessed’ with good health and material riches. This is the huge disconnect that you mention. There are of course other mega churches that do good work in their community. I think of a 2000 plus Nazarene church in a town I used to live, who did good work with the local recovery community and built homes in developing countries. Most churches however are much smaller, some do very good work in their local communities (providing housing, visiting the sick, going to prisons, advocating for the voiceless) and others that are self serving. In short we Christians are a mixed bag and reflective of the human condition.

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