Other Traditions and the Thawing of the Heart

A long ago mentor told me once that every pastor should come to know another tradition. In some small way I have dabbled in Buddhism and perhaps even more in poetry.  Both have enriched me greatly, poetry the most. Recently I came across someone new to me, R.H. Blyth, an Englishman, who after WWII was tutor to the Japanese Emperor, Akihito. Blyth is regarded as the best interpreter of Japanese poetry. Here are some snippets.

"Everyone recognizes that making mistakes is the one thing that teaches us"…. p. 19  Buddhist sermons on Christian texts.  

Whew. Right away I was hooked, for at this stage in my life, I love people who are simple, direct and speak few words and are filled with gentleness. And of course, I know a great deal about mistakes.

Then he quotes from Thoreau, again a favorite of mine,

"My life has been the poem I would have writ, but I could not both live and utter it."

Finally one of Blyth's poems is especially fitting for the end of the theological year or for any ending...

we that change
hate change
and we that pass
love what abides

Blyth 

imago dei or why I take pictures

Chris and Rod Rowland

Portrait by Jeffrey Louden

I realized the other day, when taking this portrait, that one reason I enjoy taking photographs is at least partly theological…these people are after all children of god, made in the imago dei, the image of God. I enjoy helping them see that…as gift.

I shared this insight with a friend who is also a pastor. He wrote back, " All art is in some way a means of grace; every artist is in some way a "priest", one who recognizes the holy in any and every thing."

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