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Devotion: The Way of the Exile

By Rev. Philip Allred

“But seek the welfare of the city where I have sent you into exile, and pray to the Lord on its behalf, for in its welfare you will find your welfare.” —Jeremiah 29:7 (NRSVUE)

Sometimes it feels like we no longer recognize the land we live in. The culture shifts. Values drift. Faith is misunderstood or even dismissed. In seasons like this, it’s tempting to cling tighter to power, to demand that our beliefs be enforced from the top down. But Scripture offers us a better way.

In The Bible Project’s video, “The Way of the Exile,” (Please watch this video below), we’re reminded that God’s people have often lived as strangers in foreign lands; far from the centers of power, far from comfort and control. And yet, time and again, God called them to be faithful, not forceful. To seek the good of their neighbors, not dominate them. To live holy lives that reflect God’s character, not mimic the empires around them.

This way of living might seem passive, but it’s not. It’s deeply rooted in trust; a trust that God is still at work even when we are not in charge. It’s bold in its gentleness, powerful in its humility, and transformative in its witness.

In a time when some call for Christians to “take back” the nation, maybe God is calling us to something deeper: to live faithfully, to love generously, and to embody the presence of Christ wherever we are planted.

What if we lived not as conquerors, but as compassionate exiles? Not as cultural warriors, but as faithful witnesses?

That might just be the better way.

Prayer:
God of every nation and land,
Teach us to live as your people wherever we find ourselves.
Help us resist the pull toward fear and control,
And instead embrace the humble, hopeful path of your kingdom.
Let our witness reflect your love,
So that others might see Jesus in us.
Amen.

Devotion: Honoring the Past, Embracing the Future

Dear Church Family,

I want to share something meaningful with you.

This week, I’m officially joining the United Methodist Church as a pastor. Thank you, Pastor Rachel, for your kind words last week. By the way, I’m not going anywhere. I’m still here, serving alongside you all. What’s changing is my denominational home. After a long season of prayer and discernment, I’m surrendering my credentials as an ordained elder in the Church of the Nazarene and transferring into the United Methodist Church.

This decision comes from deep reflection, personal wrestling, and shared listening to God’s leading as a family. It hasn’t been quick or easy. But it has been faithful. Over time, I’ve found myself drawn more and more to the heart of the UMC, especially in four key ways:

  1. I’m drawn to the UMC’s deep Wesleyan roots.
    John Wesley’s vision of discipleship, growing in love of God and neighbor through spiritual practices, community, and service, continues to shape the church in powerful ways. In the UMC, I’ve found a denomination that doesn’t just talk about grace but lives it out in personal and communal ways.
  2. I’m moved by the UMC’s commitment to both personal and social holiness.
    This is not a church that separates faith from action. The UMC’s historical and ongoing work for justice, equity, and compassion resonates deeply with me. I believe in a Church that cares not just about individual salvation. It also cares about the transformation of the world, beginning with the most vulnerable.
  3. I believe in a Church that creates space for difference.
    We don’t all have to agree to walk together. The UMC’s efforts to remain rooted in Scripture while welcoming a diversity of voices and experiences speak to my heart. I believe in a Church that chooses unity over uniformity: a community that values relationships more than rigid agreement. That kind of love takes courage, but it’s the kind of love that reflects the heart of Christ.
  4. I’m attracted to the idea that EVERYONE is invited to the table.
    In the United Methodist Church, the communion table is open. No conditions, no prerequisites, no litmus tests. Just an invitation. That speaks volumes to me. It reflects the heart of Jesus, who shared meals with outcasts, sinners, and saints alike. I believe the Church is at its best when it makes room for all: those with questions, those who have been hurt, and those who have felt unseen. That’s the kind of love we want to extend as a family. A love that welcomes, listens, and makes space.

Of course, alongside hope, there is also grief. Leaving the Church of the Nazarene, a denomination that has shaped my family’s life and ministry in beautiful ways, is not an easy decision. We’re thankful for the Nazarene churches that welcomed us, the mentors who guided us, and the relationships that helped us grow. We’ll always be grateful for our first church family. But it is time to say goodbye.

Jon Foreman’s song Eulogy has been in my heart during this season:

“Every day I write the eulogy
For everything I used to be
I’m still aiming for a better me
I am the mosaic of a shattered man
Broken and becoming, broken and becoming who I am.”

These words capture something important for me. We honor the past. We step forward in love. And we move with hope into what’s next.

That’s the kind of Church my family and I want to serve: a Church that forms disciples of Jesus Christ who are empowered by the Holy Spirit, love boldly, serve joyfully, and lead courageously in local communities and worldwide connections. That’s the vision we’re stepping into.

We are moving forward with open hearts and love for ALL, feeling hopeful about the future, and deeply grateful for the grace we’ve received through Christ Jesus that has brought us to this point.

Unity, Grace, and Love,
Pastor Philip

Devotion: It’s Time to Celebrate

Today I wanted our devotion to focus on celebration! Mostly today, I wanted to celebrate Pastor Philip, my colleague in ministry and friend. It has been on my heart recently to do a better job at celebrating the work of this church and the ministry that we participate in and so today I want to tell you a little more about the work of Pastor Philip and the new chapter he is entering.

Back in early 2021, as we were still navigating COVID, we had some amazing pastors leaving all for good reasons. One pastor was heading to Lakeland, to pastor his own church, another pastor was heading to Melbourne to work with a church that was near and dear to his family’s heart, another pastor was leaving to follow his wife to medical school in North Carolina. And this was all happening at the same time. That left Pastor David, Pastor Craig and myself. In the summer of 2021, Pastor David had an already scheduled and approved three month renewal leave and I was left in charge. But before he left, Craig and I got to meet, Philip, a pastor from another denomination that had relocated here with his wife Stacey and son, Elijah. Through God’s provision and the connections in the United Methodist church, Philip came to First United Methodist Church at a time that was in the middle of transition and a bit of grief, and he brought joy, positivity and a desire to love the people. I didn’t realize it then, but Philip was the gift we were waiting for as a church and as a Pastoral Team.

If you didn’t know, Pastor Philip, came to us from another denomination, and he has been an ordained elder in the Church of the Nazarene for 18 years. I tell you this because this has been a momentous time in the lives of the Allred family. This past month, Philip officially closed the chapter with this denomination of his childhood and early adulthood and come this Saturday, June 7th, he will be licensed as a local pastor at the Florida Annual Conference in Lakeland. If you want to join us in watching this holy service take place and to cheer Pastor Philip on from the TV or computer screen, as he is blessed to continue his work in ministry as a Licensed Local Pastor, we have included that link below.

I have been a United Methodist all my life, but my ordination process still took seven years. I say that because I want to express what a big part of Pastor Philip’s life will now be his licensing and commissioning work over the next few years. Not only did I have three years of a Master’s of Divinity degree, three years of a Probationary Period to train and learn, and two years of the response, “No, not yet,” from the Board of Ordained ministry, but I grew up as a cradle United Methodist. This has always been my family; you have always been my people. And Philip has the same qualifications, education and far more years of experience as an ordained pastor in our sister denomination. And in a way, he is starting over again. I imagine this took a lot of faith for him and Stacey to decide on, but I know that our God is faithful and I know that our God is good.

I want you to celebrate with me this big step that the Allreds are embracing this weekend and to celebrate with us and this church as we welcome another licensed local pastor of the United Methodist tradition into our embrace. Our church has had a long history of raising up pastors, teaching them and stretching them. We have had a rich history of young folks called in the ministry under our care and love. And on Saturday, we have done it again, with God’s help and I wanted you to know just how important this is.

I will close with this Scripture from Colossians, because I think it embodies the kind of person and the kind of pastor that Philip is to us. We often joke on staff about his energy and his love of singing, (trust me, Pastor Leah and I each share a work wall with him). But Philip is a force of joy, positivity, no fluff or fragile ego and one of empathy and life-long learning. I am thankful to be his colleague in ministry and I am celebrating all that God has done and will continue to do in his and his family’s life moving forward.

Colossians 3 tells us about being alive in Christ and then gives us this model with which to live with one another.

12 Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. 13 Bear with each other and forgive one another if any of you has a grievance against someone. Forgive as the Lord forgave you.14 And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity.

15 Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, since as members of one body you were called to peace. And be thankful. 16 Let the message of Christ dwell among you richly as you teach and admonish one another with all wisdom through psalms, hymns, and songs from the Spirit, singing to God with gratitude in your hearts. 17 And whatever you do,whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.

Please join me in watching and celebrating Pastor Philip’s licensing service this Saturday, June 7th at 10:30am. The link to live stream is below.

Devotion: Lost & Found

Last Sunday afternoon I was frantic to find Charlie’s backpack. If you didn’t know, Charlie has been playing Flag Football with a local League and they practice and play every Sunday afternoon at Lake Howell High School. The week before, Ryan had brough him home from the game and left his backpack and water bottle at the school track and field,  and after several calls and emails, I didn’t get any answer. Our son Charlie has LOVED Flag Football and he is on Team Thunder, which is perfect, because if you don’t know, Charlie is the kind of kid that you hear before you see. And so Team Thunder is so very appropriate for his loud voice. He wears cleats to play in and in the backpack was his pair of school shoes that are his favorite. All week long we limped by with different shoes, which to a seven-year-old is a travesty, but we made it work. And so, on this Sunday afternoon, I was determined to find this backpack, so help me God. And God helped me, that is for sure.

All game long I looked for it. I asked the coaches and the volunteers if they had seen it. No luck. I tried to find the groundskeeper, but again, no luck. And then this incredibly energetic woman on a golfcart wheels up as we are packing the car and is smiling at me. Her name is K. Johnson, and she said, “I heard you were looking for a backpack…” I shouted, “Yes, thank you so much!” I then did the happy dance. And then she said these words. “I have been driving around this field all afternoon long asking each person I saw, if this was their backpack, but I had no luck. I knew I would find the owner, but I just had to keep looking.”

And in that moment, I felt a profound sense that Jesus was there with us, not because of a stupid backpack or a pair of shoes, but because lost things, always have a way of being found.

I want to be like K. Johnson who tenaciously works to reconnect a lost thing back to where it belongs. I don’t know how long she went person by person in the heat that day, but isn’t that a picture of Christ? Taking each one of us who is lost and tenaciously asking around until they are home again? The Bible says it like this:

10 “See that you do not despise one of these little ones. For I tell you that their angels in heaven always see the face of my Father in heaven.[11] 

12 “What do you think? If a man owns a hundred sheep, and one of them wanders away, will he not leave the ninety-nine on the hills and go to look for the one that wandered off? 13 And if he finds it, truly I tell you, he is happier about that one sheep than about the ninety-nine that did not wander off. 14 In the same way your Father in heaven is not willing that any of these little ones should perish.”

In the Parable of the Wandering Sheep from Matthew 18, Jesus never gives up looking for us and in fact prioritizes the lost one over the 99 already found sheep. This sometimes makes those in the “IN” crowd of Church a bit frustrated because we want attention and care too. But what stood out to me that day as K. Johnson shared how much she cared was her determination to find us, the owners. And I thought about how the church could be a little bit more like K. Johnson that became bold enough and tenacious enough to go person by person, space by space and help those who were lost to find their way back to God. If you have ever been lost, you know how important it is to be found again. And so this is a small example of my first world problem, but it reminded me of the joy that is shared when something lost has been found. And the joy it brings God’s heart when a wandering sheep finds her home.

Do you have a child, or a spouse, or a sibling, or a friend or a parent that feels lost to you? We all know someone, maybe God has laid them on your heart as you read this. If you do, this is your encouragement to never stop trying to show them Jesus. Don’t give up, don’t lose hope. The journey of faith is a marathon, not a sprint and we are in this together. May we be people, who with Joy get to know and share the love of Jesus with all people and are open to being used by the Holy Spirit to reconnect that which is lost, back to God.

AMEN

Devotion: The Gift of Lament

The Gift of Lament: Embracing Vulnerability and Honesty with God 
By Rev. Philip Allred

We all love the moments in life when things are going well—when faith feels easy and everything makes sense. But let’s be honest, there are also those seasons when nothing makes sense, when the floor falls out from under you, and you’re left wondering where God is in the mess. That’s where lament comes in. 

Lament is this honest, vulnerable space where we can come before God and say, “This hurts. I don’t understand. I’m scared.” It’s all over Scripture—from the cries of the Psalms to the groans of the prophets to Jesus Himself crying out on the cross. It reminds us that God can handle our rawest prayers. 

When the pandemic hit, our family found ourselves in one of those seasons. The consulting business we’d built from the ground up collapsed overnight when churches shut their doors. We had no clue how we were going to pay the bills. It felt like the world we had built was slipping through our fingers, and there was nothing we could do to stop it. 

In that season, all we could do was cry out to God. I remember walking for hours, pouring out every fear, every doubt, every frustration. I told God, “I don’t know where this is going. I’m scared. I’m angry. I don’t even know what to pray right now.” But in those moments, something holy happened. I wasn’t given all the answers, but I did sense God’s presence walking alongside us in the unknown. 

That’s the thing about lament—it’s not a quick fix or a tidy prayer that wraps everything up with a bow. It’s the long, honest work of trusting God with your pain, even when you don’t have a clue where the path leads. And in that vulnerability, we often find a strength we didn’t know we had. 

Lament isn’t weakness. It’s courage. It’s faith that’s been through the fire. It’s a way of saying, “God, I’m showing up with everything I’ve got, even if what I’ve got today is just tears.” 

Psalm 13 captures this so well. The psalmist cries out: 

How long, O Lord? Will you forget me forever?
How long will you hide your face from me? 

It’s as if the psalmist is giving us permission to ask the hard questions. But even in the same breath, they choose to lean into trust: 

But I trusted in your steadfast love;
my heart shall rejoice in your salvation. 

That’s the gift of lament—it lets us hold both. The pain and the trust. The questions and the hope. The tears and the stubborn belief that somehow, even here, God is with us. 

Devotion: Does God Care about the Snails?

Yesterday, after I picked up Emmaline and Charlie from school, they were both so excited to show me their pet snails. One was named Cotton and the other one Shelly. They told me all about where they found them and how, since Ryan and I haven’t agreed to get them a pet hamster, this was the next best thing. On the drive home, we watched YouTube videos of “Fun Facts about Snails” and talked about what kind of life they wanted these snails to live. As soon as we got home, together they created a little habitat for them complete with little homes made out reused plastic Easter Eggs, leaves and a blanket “in case they got cold.” They committed all day yesterday to their care and worked together on loving their new pets. At dinner time, I made them wash their hands vigorous because of all of the snail slime and as we ate, I thought about whether or not God cares about the snails.

Scripture tells us that God cares for all of God’s Creation and I imagine the snails too. In your Scripture study this week, I invite you to study Psalm 104, but there are my favorite verses:

10 He makes springs pour water into the ravines;
    it flows between the mountains.
11 They give water to all the beasts of the field;
    the wild donkeys quench their thirst.
12 The birds of the sky nest by the waters;
    they sing among the branches.
13 He waters the mountains from his upper chambers;
    the land is satisfied by the fruit of his work.
14 He makes grass grow for the cattle,
    and plants for people to cultivate—
    bringing forth food from the earth:
15 wine that gladdens human hearts,
    oil to make their faces shine,
    and bread that sustains their hearts.

And…

 24 How many are your works, Lord!
    In wisdom you made them all;
    the earth is full of your creatures.
25 There is the sea, vast and spacious,
    teeming with creatures beyond number—
    living things both large and small.

Romans also tells us that Creation reveals the nature of God (Romans 1:20) and so I have to agree that while I have never cared about a snail in all of my life, the faith and hope we see in children remind us that the nature of God is to care for every living creature on earth. That is the kind of God we worship and we try and emulate. But we won’t always understand it and our care for the earth will fall short. And sometimes it feels a bit ridiculous, especially when my adult ego and impatience start running wild, but God reminds us again and again throughout Scripture, that every living creature matters to God and God’s love for the smallest or the largest reveal God’s heart.

I have been lucky enough to watch all three of our children come through one of our churches preschools, Trinity Christian Academy. This school is on the Reeves campus in the Colonialtown North Neighborhood. What a gift this school has been for the hundreds of children that come through year after year. One of my favorite parts about this school is it’s Butterfly garden that both the children on the playground and the neighbors who walk their dog enjoy. Every day, our children and their parents watch this space teeming with life and they learn not only about Caterpillars, but about the seasonal care of plants and flower gardens. I have attached pictures so you can enjoy it too. Our church, in partnership with this school has been collecting plastic bags and coverings so that over the next year, we can keep it out the landfill and then watch that plastic turn into a NexTrex bench that will be placed at this Butterfly garden. Quite the team effort!

The reason that our church and school have worked towards this is because we believe that the way we care for Creation reveals the nature about how we see God and we want our children and neighbors and teachers to see how God is a God that cares for every living creature. On this Earth Day Week, as we prepare for Creation Care Sunday, I ask that you spend some time reading the Psalms and look for all of the places that mention language about the care for the earth…it may surprise you. And for me, I guess my children helped answer the question I started with, even the Creator of the Universe cares for the snails.

Devotion: Another Kingdom Is Coming

Scripture: Luke 19:37–40; Luke 23:1–5; John 18:36
Holy Week Devotional by Rev. Philip Allred

Holy Week begins with a parade.

However, this is not the type of celebration Rome would have envisioned. Rome showcased its generals, military triumphs, and displays of power—processions filled with soldiers, war horses, and trophies from victory. In contrast, Jesus enters Jerusalem on a humble colt rather than a war horse. He carries no weapons but instead brings humility. His procession features the ordinary and the overlooked. The crowds proclaim, “Blessed is the king who comes in the name of the Lord!”—an inherently subversive claim, for in the empire’s eyes, the title of king already belongs to Caesar.

This marks the initial indication that Holy Week represents a confrontation. Instead of swords, it involves truth; rather than violence, it embodies love. Jesus does not shy away from the world’s powers—he boldly approaches their stronghold, declaring through both words and actions that another kingdom has arrived.

Throughout the week, Jesus turns the symbols of the empire upside down:

  • He enters the Temple not to uphold religious respectability but to disrupt its collusion with political power.
  • He washes his disciples’ feet, refusing the ladder of dominance and choosing instead the basin of servanthood.
  • He shares a meal, not with elites, but with friends—some of whom will betray and abandon him—proving that love is not earned but given.

On Good Friday, the empire does what empires always do: it silences dissent, this time with a cross.

They call him a threat to national stability. They say he’s undermining public order. They accuse him of inciting revolution.

And in a way, they’re right. He is leading a revolution—not with legions, but with love. As Brian Zahnd says, “Jesus didn’t come to start a religion; he came to start a revolution. Not a revolution of violence, but of love.”

This Holy Week, we’re not just remembering a story. We are being invited to live it.

The empire’s narrative is still alive in the world today—in systems that oppress, ideologies that divide, and the lies we tell ourselves about who matters and who doesn’t. To walk the way of Jesus is to reject the ways of empire—whether that empire looks like nationalism, violence, racism, exploitation, or any system that crushes the vulnerable to protect the powerful.

However, Holy Week presents a contrasting narrative: embodying the subversive gospel includes

  • Choosing forgiveness when the world demands retribution.
  • Showing mercy when the culture demands judgment.
  • Standing with the vulnerable when empire protects the powerful.
  • Loving enemies when the world teaches us to fear them.
  • Carrying a cross, not to punish, but to redeem.

This is not just a nice idea—it is a different way of being human. A different way of ordering the world. A different kind of kingdom.

The cross is not just where Jesus died. It’s where the values of empire go to die. And the empty tomb is not just about life after death—it is about life before death, a new kingdom breaking through.

So, as we walk through Holy Week, may we see it not as a series of rituals but as a revolution. May we find ourselves caught up in the story of a God who defeats violence with peace, hate with love, and death with resurrection.

Let us walk this week not as spectators but as disciples—people shaped by the subversive nature of a different kind of king.

 

Devotion: Truth, Tears, and Tables in Argentina

By Rev. Philip Allred

I recently returned from a pilgrimage to Argentina, a journey that was as emotionally difficult as it was spiritually rich. We sought to learn from Methodist churches and those who experienced one of the darkest periods in Argentina’s history- the military dictatorship from 1976 to 1983 that led to the disappearance of 30,000 individuals.

I listened to a man speak about his parents, who were taken by the regime and never returned. I stood in a former military base turned museum filled with faces—thousands of the disappeared—all tortured, all killed. Then I learned something that made the grief heavier: the U.S. government helped fund and train the Argentine military behind it all.

I left that day asking deep questions:
What is the Church’s role in the face of political extremism?
When do we speak up?
How do we discern the truth when even history itself is contested?

These aren’t abstract questions. Today, Argentina wrestles with the same divisions we do. Some deny the scale of the atrocities. Others cling to a version of history they believe restores order. And the Church is caught in the middle—divided, weary, and still trying to be faithful.

I thought of Jesus’ words:

“By their fruits, you will know them” (Matthew 7:16).

Truth isn’t just a claim; it’s what endures. It’s what produces justice, humility, and compassion. That’s the truth we must live by.

But alongside that grief, I also encountered something holy. I saw radical hospitality.

We were welcomed like family in a church, not polished and pristine like American churches. At this church, we enjoyed a prepared meal, sang together, and shared with them in laughter. I noticed they were organizing children’s programs—not to boost attendance but to bring hope to the community. Another church launched job workshops aimed at helping people achieve dignity and earn a living. Yet another church trained former sex workers and unhoused women in sewing to provide income for their needs and their families.

These communities weren’t wealthy. But they were rich in presence. Their ministry wasn’t flashy—it was faithful. This kind of hospitality was beautiful to experience. I was reminded of the early church in Acts 2:

“They devoted themselves to the apostles’ teaching and to fellowship, to the breaking of bread and to prayer… And they had everything in common.”

True community is not just programs—it’s people, showing up for each other. Creating space. Sharing what they have.

As I reflected on the political and social complexities I witnessed in Argentina, I found a mirror of our own challenges. Just as they wrestle with contested histories and deep division, so do we. Some churches there are deeply engaged in political advocacy. Others avoid politics entirely. Some lean more conservative; others more populist or progressive. But like them, we are asking: How do we follow Jesus in a politically fractured world?

I believe the Church must not perfectly align itself with any one ideology or party. Instead, we must evaluate every policy and every power through the lens of Christ—through the call to love, justice, and humility. Sometimes, this means we will align with a particular group or movement for a time, but our allegiance is never to them. Our loyalty is to the way of Christ, who calls us to stand with the vulnerable, speak truth, and pursue the peaceable Kingdom above all else.

Here’s what I’m bringing back from Argentina, which I will be processing in the coming months:

  • Truth matters—not for argument’s sake, but because real lives are shaped by it. The Church must be a voice of clarity and compassion in a world of spin.
  • Hospitality is Resistance—against despair, against division, against apathy. It’s what makes the Kingdom of God tangible.
  • Kingdom allegiance means no tribal allegiance. Not red. Not blue. Not purple. But the radical love of Jesus, who sided with the least of these.

As Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn said,

 “You can resolve to live your life with integrity. Let your credo be this: Let the lie come into the world; let it even triumph. BUT NOT THROUGH ME.”

My prayer is that spin, lies, and disinformation come to an end with us! Let us be known not by our opinions or party but by our courage to tell the truth and our commitment to breaking bread with our neighbors.

Let us be a Kingdom Church where Christ is King, honesty is sacred, and the table is always set.

 

Devotion: Finding Hope

I want to share where I have seen hope recently.

Yesterday, I gathered with about 200 other United Methodist Clergy in Lakeland for 5 hours of worship, fellowship, learning, challenge and dreaming. It was our Clergy Day Apart and we do enjoy being together. Ministry is difficult at times and while I have a Covenant group and friends in ministry, gathering with other pastors to pray and worship and hope for the future was so good for my soul.

Our time was led by our Bishop, Tom Berlin and he started by painting a realistic picture of our current reality in this country and what the church is likely to face over the next few years. Then he walked us through a Pew Research Poll that tells us where those that are not in faith communities sit currently. According to this research, 62% of US adults describe themselves as Christians.

The Pew Research Poll found that of the US adults who participated in the research, this is how they describe their relationship to faith:

  • 29% are religiously unaffiliated
  • 5% Atheist (Belief in no God)
  • 6% Agnostic (Belief in some higher power)
  • 19% is nothing in particular
  • 2% are Jewish
  • 1% are Muslim

(I realize this only equals 64% and doesn’t represent the whole population, but it does give us, I think, a more realistic picture of the culture we live in.)

And of these same adults who were polled, 66% of adults who attend religious services say that most or all people in their services look like them.

These are the data points we now see lived out in our churches that are getting smaller and older and more homogenous. The above are simply facts and while facts are helpful in some things, they don’t always give us hope. We know that the church in America is getting smaller. We know that people who used to come to worship every week, are coming now only once ever 4-6 weeks and feel good about their attendance. We know that the church of the 1980’s and the 1990’s is over and we would be silly to go back. And you are all smart enough and wise enough individuals to feel that change, but we don’t stop there; don’t give up. Here is where I see the hope.

If there are 29% of folks religiously unaffiliated, meaning they grew up in some faith, but they are no longer associated with that faith anymore and there are 19% describe themselves as nothing in particular, that means, if you add up those two categories that almost 50% of US adults are still making their mind up about God and this thing called faith…how cool is that?! This means that US adults are still seeking, still questioning, still doubting, still yearning and the followers of Jesus, if they are brave enough, can make a safe enough space to allow them to question in community.

When John Wesley has trying to summarize what it meant to be a Wesleyan Christian in the 1700’s, he established our Three General Rules:

  1. Do No Harm
  2. Do Good
  3. Attend upon the Ordinances of God (or stay in love with God)

Yesterday our Bishop proposed Three General Rules for the rebirth of a new United Methodist Church and I tend to like how he summarized them. I wonder if you could get behind these General Rules today.

  1. Heal the Harm
  2. Offer the Good of Christ to the Community
  3. Teach People to Love God, love each other and love themselves, because they are deeply loved

Brothers and Sisters, what would that look like if we prioritized our time and our resources as people, as a church, as a faith family around these three things? If Christ is the great Healer, then let His hands and feet heal. If God is Good and Gracious, let us tell our neighbors about it. And if Jesus loved the world so much that he gave up his life to set us free, we have the best story to tell our community!

I don’t know about you, but hearts are opening and ears are listening and eyes are watching the people who call themselves followers of Jesus as we respond to these trying times. What new thing might God be up to as we obediently and joyfully respond to the work of the Holy Spirit?

Devotion: Ash Wednesday

Today is Ash Wednesday, the first day of Lent. Within the church calendar, Lent is to Easter as Advent is to Christmas. It is a period of preparation. For the cross. For the resurrection. A period of preparation that begins with “Remember you are dust and to dust you shall return.”

The story that begins with the God of the universe putting on human flesh and entering the world through blood and water, ends as all human stories must: with death.

Christianity, predicated on following the footsteps of Christ — is about descent and not ascent. It is about surrender, it is about gratitude, it is about becoming nothing because, as Father Richard Rohr would say, “when we are nothing we are in a fine position to receive everything from God.”

And so on this day, we participate in a symbolism that holds together two things. The cross that is marked on our forehead is made of two elements, ash, from the palm branches of the Palm Sunday past, and this ash represents the dirt and mess of life. And oil, which represents the anointing of holy and sacred beings. Oil was poured on the foreheads of those being anointed to be kings or in positions of high and holy power. And so can we see the crosses of Ash Wednesday as a combination of both dirty and holiness; of messy and yet sacred promise?

In talking through our upcoming services with my husband Ryan this week (he is also a United Methodist Pastor) he shared something with me that I had never learned before. He said that the anointing happened on the forehead in the Ancient Times because it was believed that your hair was the gate to your soul. Because the roots of hair run deep, long or short, hair is very deep. It’s like the body and soul’s antennas transmitting energy from a higher realm, while also exuding the deepest, most inner parts of one’s being. Which is why we use the forehead for this cross. We hold on our foreheads a mixture of mess and promise; dirt and oil, sin and purity…but isn’t our life a combination or both of these things. Don’t we all live in these tensions every day as we walk with Jesus?

If Lent is the somber reminder of our human condition, then Easter declares that there is hope, but that hope lies not in escaping our humanity but in journeying through it. Because Lent also points us to the inevitability of suffering and how, even as followers of Jesus, we don’t get a “get out of suffering free” card. We know the hard truth that life without suffering does not exist.

One of my favorite authors, Rachel Held Evans reminds us, in Searching for Sunday, that healing comes when we “enter into one another’s pain, anoint it as holy, and stick around no matter the outcome.”

Anoint it as holy. Think about that.

What would happen if we really believed that? That our suffering, our neighbors’ suffering, was holy? Holy not because God delights in suffering but because God came and joined us within it. Holy in the same way that Communion is holy — the spilled blood, the broken body — because Christ comes and meets us there. Not symbolically, but sacramentally. Incarnationally.

And so tonight, if you are receiving the imposition of ashes at our worship service remember that you are mortal. That you are human (with all the perils and frailty the term implies). And remember that being human is a holy thing. That our mortality is a holy thing. Sanctified by the One who came, the One who died, and the One who rose again.

May we all have courage to face our deaths and walk more fully into life.