The following is a reflection from Kendra Hernandez, a member of Peace Lutheran Church, Las Cruces (New Mexico), another one of the volunteers working in Puerto Rico this week to aid in recovery from Hurricane Maria. Over the next weeks, volunteers will serve and support as a part of the Building Puentes initiative with the Caribbean Synod, the Metro D.C. Synod, and our Delaware-Maryland Synod. A few of them will be reflecting on their experiences, and we will share them here on our blog.
“Sometimes the fact that there is nothing about you that makes you the right person to do something is exactly what God is looking for.” -Nadia Bolz-Weber
Now read that again. Slowly.
Every time I read this passage from Nadia’s Accidental Saints, it hits me in a whole new way. When I relate it to this mission trip, it sheds light on a few different things I have been anxious about. Leadership positions. Not having “enough” experience in a construction task. Not being proficient in Spanish enough to speak with the community that has so graciously welcomed me for the past week and the next week to come. Anxieties come in waves of feeling not like I am the right person to be doing something like this. Some people around me have also shared these insecurities, but it leads me to ask one simple question: “Why?”
Why did we sign up in the first place? At one point or another, we looked inside our hearts and souls and found a yearning to help this beloved colony of Puerto Rico. We signed up because at one point, we were ready to learn how to help and to get our hands dirty. My friends, if you still believe you have not helped, let me tell you this: YOU HAVE. Regardless of whether you are reading this in the comfort of your home or the comfort of your bunk bed here at camp, you are playing a part in this wave of love and generosity that we are actively sending to this island. Your actions are enough. Your love is enough. You are enough.
Here I am, Lord. Is it I, Lord?
I have heard you calling in the night
I will go, Lord, if you lead me
I will hold your people in my heart
We will hold your people in our hearts.
by Bishop Bill Gohl
In the seventh year there shall be a sabbath of complete rest for the land, a sabbath for the Lord… – Leviticus 25:4
A sabbatical (from Hebrew: shabbat (שבת) i.e., Sabbath), is a rest or break from work.
The concept of the sabbatical is based on the Biblical practice of shmita, which is related to farming. In Leviticus 25, Jewish persons in the Land of Israel must take a year-long break from working the fields every seven years.
A “sabbatical” has come to mean an extended absence in the career of an individual to fulfill some goal (such as writing a book), learning (or research), rest and renewal. Some colleges, universities and other institutional employers of academics, clergy, and scientists offer the opportunity to qualify for a paid sabbatical as an employee benefit. In the academy, it’s often a semester off from teaching every 3-5 years. Our Delaware-Maryland Synod policy grants the bishop to have a sabbatical of three months after the third year of each term of service.
A less-than-encouraging member of one of our congregations, upon hearing that I would be on sabbatical leave this summer suggested that I was “about as useful as a member of Congress taking such long vacations.” I admit, after having gone fairly hammer and tong for the last three years of this call, I felt a little hurt by such a characterization. I like to think of this time as a “reset” button, allowing me to re-steady myself and the pace I keep for the second half of the term you called me to as bishop of our synod.
The three components of the sabbatical, which runs from today (Arwyn’s and my 13th wedding anniversary) until I return full-time to the office on September 10, are Learning, Rest and Renewal.
In June, I am taking a Spanish language class in hopes of being a more accessible pastor and bishop to our growing and emerging Latinx communities. Mindful that over half of the world’s population is multilingual, I am trying to press out of my “English-only” bias and comfort zone to be a better citizen and, specifically, a more dependable partner in our Building Puentes partnership with the Metro DC and Caribbean Synods. In the last few days of July, I will be a guest of the ELCA Association of Teaching Theologians for their biennial Convocation at Augustana College in Rock Island, Illinois. We will gather under the theme: Unearned Privilege as Cheap Grace. In the first few days of August, I will attend the African Descent Lutheran Association Biennial Conference in Milwaukee, Wisconsin; our theme: Lift EVERY Voice. This time away from my regular duties will be rich times of learning, for which I am grateful.
In most of July, I will be vacationing with my family. Arwyn and me, first. The kids a bit later. No phone, no email, no Facebook – just us. Camping, overnighting, swimming, hiking and just being. About three weeks in all, this will be the longest period of rest that I have had since I became bishop – although as a parish pastor, and as a mentor to new pastors and deacons, I’ve always encouraged folks to take a three-week block of time off every year as part of their vacation plans – it’s hard to disengage and really rest when you dole out vacation days one here, a few there. This time of rest is something my body and my family are asking for, and I am grateful for this gift you offer us all.
It’s no secret that I often describe my episcopal ministry as that of being “a temporarily misassigned parish pastor.” For the sabbatical period of renewal, I have arranged to be the acting pastor of St. Paul’s Lutheran Church in Newark, Delaware while Pastor Linda Gunderson is in Italy teaching art. For a few days a week, for four weeks (August 11-September 5), I will live in Delaware, preach to the same congregation four times in a row, provide pastoral care, and accompany the staff while their leader is away. I am looking forward to returning to the parish, even briefly, and tending the children and seniors, the leaders and guests of St. Paul’s. I will also use the sabbatical time to be “renewed” as a homeowner – planting a balcony garden, painting our living room, dining room and kitchen, tending to some loose siding that drives me a little crazy, and cleaning out the basement a bit. A time to be renewed as a Minister of Word and Sacrament, as well as in my primary vocation of husband and father, is an amazing gift of grace, and I am grateful for such renewal time, as well.
During this time, I will poke into “work” a bit, too. I will represent our synod as part of our Churchwide Assembly delegation for a week in August; I will return for a day to ordain a new pastor and baptize a pastor’s child; I will keep one preaching engagement for a friend’s anniversary that I committed to long before the sabbatical was scheduled. I will welcome the National Association of Lutheran Interim Pastors on your behalf, speak to the ELCA Mission Developers when they gather on our territory in August, attend a Region 8 bishops gathering, serve as chaplain to the Metro DC Synod Assembly where my friend Bishop Graham’s successor will be called and elected, and preach from a prominent NYC pulpit to honor a friend’s ordination anniversary!
Still, Bishop Claire Burkat, our acting bishop, will keep a busy, if part-time schedule, preaching and offering pastoral oversight and leadership around our synod so that you might experience a different voice in the bishop’s office; the Rev. Dr. Amsalu Geleta, our executive assistant to the bishop, will care for the day-to-day operations of leading our synod, coordinating our colleagues to cover their own work as well as some of my own; and the indefatigable John Auger, Synod Council Vice President, is accompanying this whole enterprise with his partnership, prayers, and leadership. The Delaware-Maryland Synod is in good hands – God’s! And God is capably assisted by these good leaders as well as our staff, deans and Synod Council, too.
My sabbatical goals are not overly ambitious, there is no book or degree forthcoming. These goals are fairly straightforward:
I am hoping to read the entire Pauline corpus of scripture in chronological order so that I can better understand the development of Paul’s thinking about grace, suffering, leadership and diversity. I will renew my commitment to journaling alongside the scriptures – and not just on Facebook!
My spouse’s primary work in this season is as an elementary music teacher, which gives her a good part of the summer off. Our three younger children are on summer break, too. My hope is that we can enjoy this time away from our regular routines together and find ourselves more regularly at the table together, playing together, dreaming together and worshipping together.
I am committed to spending these next months improving my physical health. I began today with a one-mile walk to begin building up strength and stamina, shedding some weight – and readying to wow my doctor at my annual physical in September. These three months of learning, rest and renewal will be less sedentary than crisscrossing our synod in the bishopmobile!
So, pray for me in this journey and know that I will continue to pray for you, and us, and our life together in the Delaware-Maryland Synod! Love, support and pray for Bishop Burkat, Pastor Amsalu, John, Pastor Robin, Pastor Eric, Pastor Bettye, Deacon Julie, Justina, Karen, Cindy, Pat, Sheron, our Deans, and Synod Council, too. May God bring good fruit from this time, in us, for us and through us – for Jesus’ sake.
My love and prayers – and real gratitude too. +Bill Gohl
The Lord spoke to Moses on Mount Sinai, saying: Speak to the people of Israel and say to them: When you enter the land that I am giving you, the land shall observe a sabbath for the Lord. Six years you shall sow your field, and six years you shall prune your vineyard, and gather in their yield; but in the seventh year there shall be a sabbath of complete rest for the land, a sabbath for the Lord: you shall not sow your field or prune your vineyard. You shall not reap the aftergrowth of your harvest or gather the grapes of your unpruned vine: it shall be a year of complete rest for the land. – Leviticus 25:1-5
by Pastor Lauren Muratore (Salem, South Baltimore)
The Delaware-Maryland Synod gathered for Synod Assembly last Thursday through Saturday, as we do every year. This year, in addition to some exciting business and encouraging reports, the Assembly was gathered around a central, grounding theme: Holy Wisdom, Holy Word.
The theme took center stage at Assembly, shaping our prayer, our voting posture, and our perspectives. Whether the topic at hand was climate change, financial stewardship, inclusion and affirmation of folks who identify as LGBTQIA+, or the very future of the church itself, we kept returning to Scripture and the inspiration of the Holy Spirit for guidance.
During one “Theme Team” session, the Rev. Dr. Amsalu Geleta and Colleen Carpenter-Gonia challenged the Assembly to think back to our earliest memory of the Bible. After a brief silence at my table, where everyone was reaching back through their memories to seize just the right one, stories came pouring forth. Stories of Sunday school, morning gatherings with family around the breakfast table, even memories of reading the Bible in school! Some struggled to find an answer, others lit up, recalling — viscerally — what it felt like to hold the weight of the Word, to turn the thin pages of scripture.
What’s your earliest memory of the Bible?
We talked about how our individual understandings of and relationship to the Bible has changed over the years, and continues to evolve. There are lots of ways to read the Bible. Use the Bible. Interact with the Bible. Dwell in God’s Word.
We develop questions as we go — sometimes more questions than answers! Colleen shared: “In Sunday school, I asked the teacher, ‘I know the Bible says God created us, but who created God?'” Our keynote speaker, Peter Enns, encouraged us not to shy away from such questions but to let them drive us into a deeper investigation of Scripture, and deeper in love with what God is revealing about Godself in this library of books we hold out to be the source and norm of our faith.
The Assembly also took time to acknowledge that our approach to Scripture matters. That is, Lutherans are pretty big on reading the Bible together, and from many angles. We check our personal understanding of what Scripture is revealing by holding it up to historical context, literary criticism, important theological perspectives, and, of course, what is being revealed to the wider community. Are we reading what we want to read, or what’s actually there?
It strikes me that for all the holy wisdom encapsulated in the Bible, it is so very easily misused. In Apartheid South Africa, as state violence against citizens of color escalated, then President P. W. Botha gave a Bible to every soldier in the South African Defense Force. They carried Scripture in their pockets as they went out to execute segregation and horrific oppression. Those Bibles were inscribed with the message: “This Bible is an important part of your calling to duty. When you are overwhelmed with doubt, pain, or when you find yourself wavering, you must turn to this wonderful book for answers … of all the weapons you carry, this is the greatest because it is the Weapon of God.” And with those words and the Word in hand, soldiers committed atrocities.
Indeed, Scripture has been and still is too often weaponized against people of color, women, queer folks, indigenous peoples, and immigrants — that is by no means an exhaustive list. It’s no wonder so many who believe in a God of mercy, justice, and love have chosen to set this holy tome aside. Walk away from the pages of the Bible and, often, away from the church as well.
It begs the question, why are we still here? And, why do we read on?
Well, as Bishop Gohl highlighted in his sermon for the Assembly on Friday, it is because “the love of Christ urges us on” (2 Corinthians 5:14). It is because, when read in community, through the lens of Jesus, it is the very same Bible that is so often misused for hateful ends which reveals to us a God who calls all people beloved, who stands with the ones on the margins, who joins us in our sorrows and hurts and in the lowest moments of our lives — so much so that this God would put on skin and be born and walk in the dirt and die on a cross. It is the Bible, in all of its mystery and wonder, by which we first and most clearly experience the God of those who wander, the God of our wild and restless passions, the God of the immigrant and stranger, the God of the oppressed, the God of sunrises and sunsets, the God of imagination, the God of generosity, the God who binds up broken hearts, the God who generates creation itself, the God who is making all things new, the God who died but didn’t stay dead.
And so, we also rise. We reclaim Scripture and commit to read it together (check out the Delaware-Maryland Synod Reads Together Facebook group!). We reclaim Scripture as a guiding force and inspiration in our lives. The Delaware-Maryland Synod Assembly reclaimed Scripture as the source and norm of our faith, and it was beautiful to behold.
Will you join those who attended Synod Assembly in reading the Bible every day?
I’m excited to see what blessings flow from this renewed orientation to our ancient stories, our sacred texts. I’m excited to see what happens when we stop pointing fingers at one another, as the Bishop mentioned we are so wont to do these days, and instead point to Jesus. I can’t wait to see what happens when Lutherans dwell with God’s Word, and then take it to the world.
“For the love of Christ urges us on,” always.
Holy Wisdom, Holy Word.
Thanks be to God.
“Which commandment is the first of all?” Jesus answered, “The first is, ‘Hear, O Israel: the Lord our God, the Lord is one; you shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind, and with all your strength.’ The second is this, ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’ There is no other commandment greater than these.” – Mark 12:28a-31
These last few weeks, like many from across our Church, I reached out to the President and our Senators to beg for an intervention staying the order of deportation for Betty Rendón and her husband, Carlos Hincapie. I have been pressed to say something publicly by some in our Delaware-Maryland Synod, but I’ve stayed at the edges and instead, amplified the voices of her own bishop and our presiding bishop to call this Church to pray and act. Some of you know the story, and for others this is new.
In 2004, Betty Rendón and her family fled Colombia’s civil war. Guerrilla soldiers had threatened to kill Rendón at a school where she served as principal. Betty and her family fled to the United States with tourist visas and applied for asylum. Their applications were denied in 2009.
A seminary graduate, and a student beginning her doctoral studies at our seminary in Chicago, Betty and her husband, Carlos, were deported back to Colombia this morning.
No argument, this is our country’s immigration policy at its worst: denying asylum for those who are vulnerable and in danger; and, not ancillary to the conversation, separating families, since Betty and Carlos’ daughter, Paula, is a DACA recipient which means she can no longer leave the country if she wishes to remain in this country.
I have joined our presiding bishop and bishop colleagues in calling for government intervention, policy changes and a stronger commitment to protecting the most vulnerable among us who seek asylum and shelter.
And, of course, I pray – and invite you to pray – for Betty, Carlos, Paula, and all who flee violence and persecution for a better life among this immigrant Church that is our heritage and hope; in this melting pot we call America.
What leaves me most uneasy as Betty and Carlos find themselves en route to Columbia this afternoon, is that while our efforts in these last days have been herculean, loud and sustained; Betty and Carlos were denied asylum in 2009, nearly 10 years ago. In that time, we have benefited from her ministry, we have been richer for their family being a part of our family, and we collectively failed to act sooner. We had 10 years to accompany this family through a process to appeal the denial of asylum and appeal the order of deportation, and we’re licking our wounds that we lost that fight when we took it up – and out to the church – in earnest, in these last few weeks.
Our ELCA social message on immigration says: “Our advocacy needs to take into account the complexity of issues, the diversity of interests, and the partial or relative justice of laws at the same time that it counters appeals rooted in hostility, racism, prejudice, indifference, and simplistic solutions. We draw on the best of our nation’s traditions as a refuge and haven for the persecuted and destitute when we affirm that we support a generous policy of welcome for refugees and immigrants, and that we will advocate for just immigration policies, including fairness in visa regulations and in admitting and protecting refugees. We will work for policies that cause neither undue repercussions within immigrant communities nor bias against them.” Ultimately reminding us that Jesus is present in the immigrant sibling, “I was a stranger and you welcomed me.”
Admittedly, I don’t know Betty Rendón, and I wasn’t aware of her circumstances until these last days; still, I do know plenty of other Bettys and Carloses whose citizenship status is best described as fragile. I recognize in today’s deportations not as much a failure of our government, but my own complicity in not acting sooner and advising urgency for the Bettys and Carloses in our Delaware-Maryland Synod community and in my aegis and care. Indeed, Luther suggests, “How do we know that the love of God dwells in us? If we take upon ourselves the need of the neighbor.”
Immigration is complex. It is charged with emotion. It has become increasingly partisan. It can be extremely divisive. Still, it cannot be ignored. And so, licking our wounds, we gather ourselves again. We recommit to the work of advocacy. We support the work of Lutheran Immigration and Refugee Service. We speak out in the public square and at the ballot box. We give clear witness to the heart of God in Jesus Christ for the vulnerable, the marginalized, the least of these, our sisters and brothers.
One of the scribes came near and heard them disputing with one another, and seeing that he answered them well, he asked him, “Which commandment is the first of all?” Jesus answered, “The first is, ‘Hear, O Israel: the Lord our God, the Lord is one; you shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind, and with all your strength.’ The second is this, ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’ There is no other commandment greater than these.” Then the scribe said to him, “You are right, Teacher; you have truly said that ‘he is one, and besides him there is no other’; and ‘to love him with all the heart, and with all the understanding, and with all the strength,’ and ‘to love one’s neighbor as oneself,’ —this is much more important than all whole burnt offerings and sacrifices.” When Jesus saw that he answered wisely, he said to him, “You are not far from the kingdom of God.” After that no one dared to ask him any question. – Mark 12:28-34
by Bishop Bill Gohl
“I am the resurrection and the life. Those who believe in me, even though they die, will live, and everyone who lives and believes in me will never die. Do you believe this?” –John 11:25-26
Bishop Gohl preached for the funeral of the Rev. Robert William Moore, a beloved interim pastor who served a number of Delaware-Maryland Synod, ELCA congregations; and who made his congregational home with the people of First (Ellicott City), where his children and grandchildren are active in the life of that community.
In the Name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Amen.
“Dear Bishop Gohl,” a former council president wrote me this last week, “Our congregation was so saddened to hear of the passing of Pastor Moore. He was the embodiment of not being defined by difficult circumstances or defined by one’s disease or diagnosis, he didn’t die from cancer – he lived with it, and he lived well. He was a quirky character, a friend to all who knew him and an inspiring preacher. He will definitely be missed, but he leaves so much of his own faith for all of us. In Pastor Moore though his candor about his own failings and foibles, we learned a bit about grace which was as real for him as he wanted it to be for each of us.”
This is the Robert Moore I knew. With a quiet strength, he was there at all of the right moments; when a congregation was experiencing the difficult reckoning with transition and loss. Whether we were at low ebbs or high celebrations, he would inject his dry, wicked sense of humor and make us laugh, despite our circumstances and in spite of ourselves. Quietly, behind the scenes, with an eye for detail, he reminded us of what faithfulness looks like in this day and age, proving again and again that he was, in the very best sense that Jesus describes, neighbor, family, our friend.
With a quiet efficiency and a quick mind, Robert discovered a “second life” that was defined by his passion for interim ministry; his irrepressible hope that he would – and did – beat the odds around pancreatic cancer; his love of music – really good music; his pride in his children and the delight he knew as a grandfather. Even in the last few months, he would reflect on the unexpected joy of sitting with his family in the pews, worshipping together here at First.
Now, don’t let me ramble and re-remember Robert, either! He was a memorable character, too. As an interim, he was known to gently, but firmly, set more than one of us straight, more than once! And if we dared to “talk back,” one of his attack mini-dachshunds would bark us out of the pastor’s study, gently reminding him and us that they were large and in charge over Robert’s life – and, sometimes ours, too. In fact, the first time I met Robert was when he was serving as interim pastor of Zion in the Middletown Valley. I was serving on the staff of our then-bishop, Jerry Knoche, and was dispatched – at the ripe age of 28 – to counsel with this experienced and gifted pastor to talk through some of the impasses he was experiencing in this vibrant, but challenging congregation that was still reeling over the retirement of their beloved and dynamic long-time pastor. He received me with no blink as to my age and experience, offered me collegiality and friendship – which endured even until these last days; he plotted and planned with me, and tried not to be too horrified when his then-rescue dachshund, misnamed Sweet Pea, bit me when I deigned to try to pet her in his office!
Robert was a good pastor, a devotee of fine music (particularly organ music), and fascinated by classic cars – especially Studebakers. He rarely passed by without a quip and an encouraging word. He never abdicated his responsibility to share of himself. He never said an unkind word about another in my presence, though he had pretty snarky eye-rolls; and he exuded a genuine respect for others that is rare in this cynical, partisan, dog-eat-dog world we live in. He went out of his way to do for others, be them family, friend, neighbor or stranger; and deeply appreciated all that was done to support him in the long health journey he lived among us. In his life and, especially his ministry, he did what he could with strong gentleness in his spirit, his tender heart; and gentle strength in his determination, his fierce independence and genuine concern for others.
Last week, our Lord gathered Robert into his arms, healed his soul, released him from a body that betrayed him, and with a love stronger than death welcomed him into the fullness of life with God, and paid his admission, his care, his future, his eternity by his own precious blood. Jesus kept a promise he made to our brother when he was baptized long, long ago. Robert William, you are mine. Forever.
I stand before you as one who shares your grief. Though he outlived every prognosis of his pancreatic cancer diagnosis, I realized when I visited with Robert on Easter afternoon that he was celebrating his last Easter among us, and in fact, he would soon know Easter forever. The only comfort that fills my heart with any hope, as it aches over the death of our friend, is just this. Robert lives. Robert lives in the fullness of faith become sight – and he lives on, in us, too.
The scriptures sum it up this way: I am the resurrection and the life. Those who believe in me, even though they die, will live, and everyone who lives and believes in me will never die. Indeed, because Jesus lives, Robert lives – and so shall we, too. Amen.
Martha said to Jesus, “Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died. But even now I know that God will give you whatever you ask of him.” Jesus said to her, “Your brother will rise again.” Martha said to him, “I know that he will rise again in the resurrection on the last day.” Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. Those who believe in me, even though they die, will live, and everyone who lives and believes in me will never die. Do you believe this?” She said to him, “Yes, Lord, I believe that you are the Messiah, the Son of God, the one coming into the world.” –John 11:21-27