"Graceland" is the name of my favorite song and album. It's by Paul Simon, but more importantly, it's what "home" sounds and feels like to me. We always listened to this album as we traveled from my home in Tennessee to my parents' childhood homes in Florida. But today, it's also a pretty good snapshot of my theology. Somewhere I really believe that the Christian journey is all about a wild trip to Grace-land. As I see it, Grace-land is the place where God is waiting to meet even us–with all the baggage and brokeness that we tote with us. Grace-land is the place where we will be received with open arms, even though our attempts at “getting it right” have been miserable failures at best. But, I think, every step we take is a step on the journey to Graceland.
Friday, December 3, 2010
There’s a big difference between my life as a pastor and my dad’s life as a pastor. Some days, I lament these differences, because I think it’s much harder to be a female minister than it is to be a male minister. But today, as I took a beloved congregant who is dying of cancer a prayer shawl that I had knitted, I appreciated the differences. She wept as I told her all the places in which she had been prayed for: Minnesota, Tampa, Wilmington, in session meetings, at ball games, at the mall between trying on things... It was a Holy Moment. For the first time, I appreciated what I as a female had to offer. There’s a lot to be said for being able to hold the hand of a dying woman, and to weep with her.