Home

This is my home in Park City, above Jeremy Ranch. It was a kit that was built in 1979. No yard. Moose sometimes next to the  house. A wood stove. Wildflowers and a good garage. Simple. Always something to fix. Great views. Mostly good neighbors. 8808 North Cove Dr.  You are always welcome.

just to say the word

home, that one word alone,

so pleasantly cool

Issa

One of the four foremost poets of Japanese haiku tradition, Issa was born in 1763. His poems are full of gentle humor and the tension between life and death and hope.

In some ways our whole lives are the search to find a home or to return to our home or both. At its very best, a congregation can be a home, where one finds welcome and challenge, food and faith.

Living Forward, Understanding Backwards

I'm sitting at home today, working from home, listening to records I haven't listened to for 40 years. My daughter has never seen records, nor seen me listen to them. But she knows some of the songs which I have sung to her from Cat Stevens and Simon and Garfunkel. If you are my age or older, you know the sweet sound of a record, on a turntable, with hisses and pops and a certain "physicality to it all", not a digital download.

The songs bring back memories. Songs and smells, like almost nothing else, have the power to evoke the past. I can see myself, my room, the house where I lived 40 years ago as Joni Mitchell sings on the record above.

As human beings, we live forward. But we understand backward....its true with faith too. Events take on different meaning(s) as we age.

I suppose that is grace, that meaning can change, and that meaning can come to us over all those years, through the gift of memory, through the gift of the physicality of the world.

Pastor Jeff

Falling Upward + For those in the second half of life

The following is a meditation I received last week by Fr. Richard Rohr, a Franciscan in Albuquerque. Perhaps it will speak to you as it did to me.

PJ

FALLING UPWARD

Remember this: no one can keep you from the second half of life except yourself. Nothing can inhibit your second journey except your own lack of courage, patience, and imagination. Your second journey is all yours to walk or to avoid. My conviction is that some falling apart of the first journey is necessary for this to happen, so do not waste a moment of time lamenting poor parenting, lost jobs, failed relationships, physical handicaps, gender identity, economic poverty, or even the tragedy of any kind of abuse. Pain is part of the deal. If you don’t walk into the second half of your own life, it is you who do not want it. God will always give you exactly what you truly want and desire. So make sure you desire, desire deeply, desire yourself, desire God, and desire everything good, true, and beautiful. Adapted from Falling Upward: A Spirituality for the Two Halves of Life, p. 160 Prayer: God’s grace is sufficient for the journey! www.cac.org

Hidden Roots, Hidden Connections

These are some Aspens near my home, on Iron Mountain. Populus tremuloides....trembling poplars. I love the sound the leaves make in the wind. The largest living organism in the world is found near Fish Lake, Utah. It is a community of Aspens.  Aspens are all connected undersground. The connections are mysterious and complex. They look like individual trees, but they are not.

Just so the church. We are part of a community that is mysterious and complex, and as Dietrich Bonhoeffer reminds us, it is also a gift.

Congregations, like Aspens and Aspen Groves, wax and wane, grow and decline. Either way, God is present. Who is to know what the Spirit is doing?

Community, like Aspen trees, can grace our lives.  May it be so.

Pastor Jeffrey Louden

Bread for the Body and Soul

A Wind River Early Morning this past month

Photo by Jeffrey Louden

This coming Sunday the Gospel is about bread. Bread is both literal and metaphoric, i.e. we all need bread to sustain us, the bread made from wheat and the bread of human community, the bread of grace. Bread gives hope. Its texture and substance sustain a community. Communities, even St. Matthew's, need fresh bread. Not the white flimsy Wonder Bread made, but homemade bread, with body and taste, kneaded with love.

I spent the past month in the Wind Rivers of Wyoming, from where some of my bread has come the last fourteen years. I worked for 30 days on an expedition in the wilderness with eleven strangers as an instructor with the National Outdoor Leadership School. We persevered, saw beautiful country, completed the expedition successfully. We performed one evacuation. We lived simply. It was bread for my body and soul.

See you Sunday, as we continue our expedition of faith. May you have the bread you need and enough to share with others who are hungry too.

Peace,

Pastor Jeffrey Louden

Home Town

The Waldo Canyon Fire + Near Manitou Springs, CO

Photo by Mark Copelin (Pastor Jeff's Brother in Law)

My home towns, Manitou Springs and Cascade, CO were evacuated this past weekend because of a fire that is still 0% contained. My parents and a sister and brother in law still live there. This morning I wake up emotionally exhausted, because, well, it is still my home town, where I grew up as a kid, where I hiked and fished with my best friend, kissed my first girlfriend, began to figure out who I was, drove my first car, was confirmed, graduated from High School....the list goes on.

Fire has a way of purifying things. Sure it destroys, but it also opens up and burns away the dross. So this weekend and now during this time away I'll be thinking about what is really important and what, perhaps, needs to be burnt up and away. In the mountains, carrying that heavy pack, with not very many things, I'll be thinking about "home."

JDL

Weeds and the Wild Nature of the Gospel

At the entryway to the church there are two large weeds. I have resisted the temptation to pull them at least for a few more days. In the back of my mind is the Gospel that God is the sower and also the one who prunes and keeps the garden. The wheat and the weeds grow together.

In a few days, I or someone else will "weed" the entryway, just so it looks good. But I live with the tension now.

We cannot "grow" the church. Besides being horrible English (grow doesn't take an object except in one instance: "to grow a plant/garden"), its not good theology. We can however help God plant seeds. We can water the garden. We can spread manure. We can till the soil. And like every gardener and farmer knows, if we are blessed, the plants grow.

Pastor Jeff