Glimpses of Healing and Hope

May 16, 2016
by:  Jane Bishop Halteman

The photos above, including the 1596 work by El Greco (left) and Mildorfer’s piece from the 1750s (right), feature tongues of fire or brightly colored doves, fabrics, and candles representing most of my past Pentecost experiences

Yesterday was the feast of Pentecost, final day of the season of resurrection, of Eastertide, as we tend to call it at Kern Road, and observance of the descent of the Holy Spirit on the apostles and other followers of Jesus.

“Pentecost, 50 days after Easter Sunday, celebrates the coming of the Holy Spirit and the birth of the church.  As the Holy Spirit fell on the disciples, the barriers of language and culture were broken down, not so that everyone thought and looked the same, but so that everyone understood each other in their own language and culture.  This festival draws us beyond the resurrection to remind us that through the coming of the Holy Spirit we become part of a transnational community from every nation, culture, and social class,” Christine Sine wrote some years ago in a Pentecost post at Mustard Seed Associates’ Godspace website.

The Spirituality and Practice website suggests that Diana Eck, in her book Encountering God, “describes the dramatic and creative ways Pentecost was celebrated in the Middle Ages. Some churches had ‘Holy Spirit holes’ in the ceiling to symbolize their openness to God. On Pentecost, doves were released through the holes and bundles of rose petals were dropped from them onto the people gathered inside. Choirboys moved through the congregation making whooshing sounds and playing drums to remind everyone of the rush of the Spirit.” 

Jan Richardson’s Blessing for Pentecost Day speaks of the grace that scorches us.  She says, “If we didn’t know it before, we surely know it now, as the second chapter of Acts unfolds:  this is no tame God who comes to us, no safe and predictable deity. This is the God whose loving sometimes takes the form of scorching.  Before he left, Jesus told his friends he would send them the Advocate, the Comforter. Now we see this Comforter coming as wind, as flame, reminding us that comfort is not always comfortable, for it makes itself known in community, where we find the most searing challenges—and the deepest blessings—we will ever know.”

Pentecost celebrations have been more about fire than wind in previous congregations in my past, so it was a somewhat stretching experience to focus during Kern Road’s 2016 Pentecost service on the atmosphere as a part of the creation for which we are charged with caring, as we also considered how God’s breath was loosened to blow across the face of the earth on that first Pentecost.

Our Pentecost worship service reminded me of retreats I helped lead a few years ago based on Christine Valters Paintner’s book entitled Water, Wind, Earth and Fire, in which she suggests in her chapter on wind that “the metaphor of air or wind offers us a variety of ways to understand our experience of God:  as life breath, as inspiration, as enlivener, as directional guide, as powerful force, or as the current that supports flight.”

In connection with these categories, retreat participants asked themselves how they experienced the gift of breath and where in life they needed to breathe more deeply; where in life they felt asleep and where they sensed the need to be awakened; how they might lean into the Source that supports and buoys them; how they might embrace the gifts hidden in suffering rather than banishing the suffering; and when they had experienced the current of the Spirit lifting them.

Retreatants practiced 
“getting in 
touch with the
 wind” by 
blowing bubbles, walking 
in the wind, watching birds 
take flight, noticing trees and 
flowers blowing in 
the breeze, considering the power of a windmill, listening to wind chimes, using art supplies to draw representations of the wind, writing poetry or Haiku about the wind.

Memories of that retreat, co-mingled with representations of Pentecost’s tongues of fire which always have had a powerful influence on me at this time of year, remind me again that the wind and fire of the Spirit are available to us, though certainly not at our beck and call.  Where have we seen Divine wind and fire at work in our lives or the lives of others?



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Hope in liminal spaces

May 9, 2016
by:  Jane Bishop Halteman

Living into the resurrection sometimes means waiting in liminal spaces, making transitions, understanding only that change will be coming without knowing exactly what, when, or where.

In the last several weeks, I’ve attended Goshen College’s graduation, participated in a spiritual directors’ retreat on the theme Abundant Life in Liminal Spaces, experienced my eldest grandchild turn 11 a few weeks after her brother turned 8, and participated in a 70th birthday party as a steady stream of my high school and college classmates move into their eighth decade this year.

Whether it be a birthday, graduation, or some other life milestone, transitions can be difficult.  Leaving your booster carseat behind at 8 or taking on middle school at 11 may seem like fun, but even those transitions don’t come without shifts in behavior and some minor stresses.  College graduation is exciting, but there are downsides to entering the adult world; facing into one’s eighth decade is no small thing. 

Liminal space is described as the place we find ourselves when we are betwixt and between, when we have left a familiar place for an as-yet-to-be-discerned situation.  A spiritual director colleague described that space at last week’s retreat as the place a trapeze artist finds herself when she has let go of one point of connection and is on her way to the next…that split second when, in fact, she is suspended in mid-air, not holding on at all!

Folk-singer, songwriter Carrie Newcomer, a 1980 alum, delivered Goshen College’s 118th commencement address Sunday, April 24.  Three KRMC students--Brian Sutter, Sarah Poisson-Osiro, and Jared Nussbaum--were among the graduating seniors, as was a nephew on Jim’s side of the family.  Since graduation, the nephew has walked into a liminal space, heading with his van for an unknown job in an unknown place on the west coast. 

I’m not sure if he would call this an adventure or a liminal space, but I imagine it feels liminal to his mother, who had this to say upon his departure:  “'Let it go, my love, my truest, let it sail on silver wings. Life’s a twinkling, that’s for certain, but it’s such a fine thing.’ Can’t get these lines from Carrie Newcomer out of my head this morning as I’m making coffee for a public program. My son launches today for the West Coast. A 22-year era ends and another begins.”

Between the lines, we read the pangs a mother feels as she’s waiting with the unknown for the next step of a son’s journey.  Newcomer’s rendition of that song, found here, promises that “we’ll take up where we left off when we all meet again.”  In the following stanza, the song goes on to proclaim that “I can’t explain it. I couldn't if I tried, how the only things we carry 
are the things we hold inside.” 

“Something of a celebrity in Quaker circles,” according to On Being with Krista Tippett, the site which lodges the song, “Newcomer is best known for her story-songs that get at the raw and redemptive edges of human reality….A ‘prairie mystic,’ Newcomer writes and sings about the grittiness of hope and the ease of cynicism.”

Newcomer, who grew up in Elkhart, said her mother was raised Catholic and her dad Methodist, though his roots were Mennonite/Amish.  While on Goshen College’s Study Service Trimester, she encountered unprogrammed Quaker meetings in Costa Rica and discovered she was drawn to silence.  “My best language has always come out of the silence.  Music approaches the sacred through the wordless avenues of the heart,” says Newcomer about her experience of the deep spiritual practice of song-writing. 

In preparation for her Goshen College commencement speech, her first such address, Newcomer said she asked herself, “What can I offer to a roomful of new graduates who are heading out in so many different directions?” and “What is it about my own story that might be of use or service to you?”

After googling what to include in a graduation address, Newcomer reported that “I clicked around for a while, but pretty quickly I stopped because I realized that I didn’t want to talk to you about big concepts or abstract ideas. I wanted to focus on small things, human-size ideas that have made a real difference in my life and work, three things that have become important practices and practical guides…be true, be kind, and pay attention.”

About being true:  “Being true is not a destination you arrive at and stop. Being true is an unfolding process, you keep checking in with your heart to see if your inner life is in harmony with your outer circumstances.”  Upon college graduation, “Music was calling me; songwriting was for me what Parker J. Palmer calls ‘the thing I could not, not do.’ I had no idea what it would look like. I just knew I had to follow. I had to be true. And after all this time, I’m still following. And, I’m still checking in with my truest heart, and listening closely to what it has to say. I’m still refining my life and work, because of what my true heart tells me. You also have a true heart and a true guide. Breathe deep, and take time to listen—your true heart can be trusted. Keep asking, 'How can I bring more of who I am and what I love into my daily life?'”

As she spoke of being kind, to others as well as to one's own self, Newcomer said, “Try whenever you can to give yourself the same kindness and encouragement you would give a good friend. The practice of kindness is transformative—in our daily interactions with others, but also in how we befriend ourselves.”

On paying attention, Newcomer observed:  “Be aware that if you are paying attention you’ll see things. It’s like you make this deal with the universe. I will be here and I will be present. And because of that you will be a different kind of person. You’ll probably gasp at sunsets more often. You might weep at a song or sense something extraordinary in what appears to be absolutely ordinary. You might find yourself standing in the middle of the room grinning at something that no one else saw. You’ll become the person in the airport who has an invisible sign on your forehead saying ‘I love a good story’ and people will sense this and sit next to you and tell you all kinds of marvelous things.”

Her closing words were these:  “My dear graduates of 2016, you are the glorious next wave. You are shining like the sun. May you know the perfect danger of a beautiful life well lived.”

What better words might be offered than these in whatever change or transition or liminal space life brings?  The 8- and 11- and 70-year-olds can all embrace those words for the next and likely unknown step in their lives.  What part of your life or the life of someone you are close to feels like a liminal space?  What might you offer yourself or another via the vehicles of being true, being kind, and paying attention?  Surely we could call these efforts resurrection living…

You can read Newcomer’s entire commencement address here.





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Healing and hope in the neighborhood

May 2, 2016
by: Jane Bishop Halteman

Minutes away from the Notre Dame campus and downtown South Bend, the city’s Near Northwest Neighborhood (NNN) is home to more than 25 KRMCers who are part of the congregation’s west area group. 

Reportedly one of the most active neighborhood organizations in the city, the NNN “is an organization of citizens dedicated to the preservation and revitalization of the neighborhood. We focus on preserving the neighborhood’s beautiful homes and providing affordable housing, while empowering neighbors to become active participants in strengthening this historic, diverse area,” the neighborhood website reveals.

Bounded by the St. Joseph River on its northeastern edge, the neighborhood boasts a rich history dating back to the late 1600s with the discovery of the river and the creation of the portage trail, a major trade route used by French explorers and Native Americans, according to the website. 

KRMCer Elaine Schmucker, who arrived in the neighborhood in 1978, explains that home prices were a major part of how she and Phil decided where to settle in South Bend:  “The price was right and we liked all the features of the house. Our jobs at Hope Rescue and Saint Joseph Hospital were close by.”

The Schmuckers found their “community of Catholic charismatic people with good values and lots of children” a great place to live.  Their two daughters “always had ready playmates, and many a game of capture the flag was played around this block. One neighbor remains from that group of people; she is a good and valued friend and challenges me in my spiritual life. We have had block parties, progressives, carry-ins; we are friendly and neighborly on this block. It has been a good place to live.”

Elaine, who serves as a block captain for the neighborhood’s annual adopt-a-block cleanup, says, “Our current neighbors, Bill and Judy, rent their home; Bill wants to buy it because he has such good neighbors!  We talk over the back fence, share and care for each other.” 

KRMCer Cathy Stoner loves the neighborhood for these reasons:  “I’m thinking about the concepts of knowing and being known in the neighborhood. I feel like we’ve prioritized meeting and getting to know our neighbors since moving here 20 years ago. The rewards for this effort have been great.”

Cathy, who fixes bikes for folks in the neighborhood and monitors her family’s backyard basketball court when it is open to neighborhood kids several times a week, reports that “it’s a great feeling to walk around among homes where we know the people and they know us; same goes for the basketball court,” where she often provides snacks for the players.

She says she loves “recognizing a couple of kids in every group I pass on the street and being greeted in turn by name. I am aware of the mutual pleasure in recognizing one another every time I encounter someone I know in my neighborhood. And I realize that the intentionality behind this pleasure is key to its enjoyment. In other words, we’ve been doing the work and now it’s paying off in all kinds of ways,” she continues.

“The young people who play on our court enjoy a sense of being recognized as good kids their neighbors are glad to know…never mind that they sometimes make me lose my temper, as any kid knows how to do! And I like having my name called out on the street when I see my friends,” Cathy reports.

“These relationships make life rich, and I think people visiting or moving into the neighborhood are inspired by the way we all try to know our neighbors. There’s plenty more we can do to break down barriers that separate us, but in the meantime, we’re off to a good start,” according to Cathy.  She and her husband Andre have raised their four children, two of whom remain at home, in the neighborhood. 

NNN sponsors a variety of activities and events, including The Local Cup, a volunteer-run, pay-it-forward coffee shop where KRMCer Barbara Devereaux works as a Sunday afternoon barista.  The Local Cup is open Saturdays from 9 to 12 and Sundays from 2 to 4 at 1009 Portage in the NNN building. Neighbors of all ages gather for coffee, tea, cocoa, home baked goods, and friendly fellowship in this space that describes itself as “building community, gratitude, and generosity in the process of supporting local producers.”  The Local Cup will host a grand opening reception Thursday, May 5, from 5 to 7 p.m. Mayor Pete Buttigieg is scheduled to appear at the 5:15 ribbon cutting ceremony.

Some 200 neighbors, including10 KRMCers from the western area group (most of whom live in the NNN), helped Saturday, April 23, with the neighborhood’s 14th annual adopt-a-block cleanup.  For the third consecutive year, each block in the neighborhood was adopted, according to a local news report of the event which takes place annually in connection with Earth Day activities.

While city neighborhoods are not likely to describe themselves as living into the resurrection, I have witnessed KRMCers and many other area residents doing that very thing in the Near Northwest Neighborhood!  How does your involvement in your neighborhood reflect resurrection living?  As warmer weather continues to coax neighbors outdoors at this time of year, watch this week for ways you might interact with those who live nearby…maybe an over-the-fence garden chat, an invitation to tea in the backyard, or a friendly exchange with dog-walkers passing by your front yard.


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Taking time to care for the Earth

April 26, 2016
by: Jane Bishop Halteman

“I am convinced that there is an urgent need to address the damage that humans inflict on the Earth and on each other, to educate folks about climate change, and to take steps to ensure the wellbeing of the planet and its inhabitants for generations to come.  I have come to see that Mennonites have a valuable perspective on this work, because the Anabaptist commitment to nonviolence is as relevant to how we view creation care as it is for directing our opposition to war.” 

Lawrence Jennings, native New Yorker who attends Infinity Mennonite Church of Harlem and cares deeply about climate change, wrote these words back in 2014 in a MennoNerds blog guest post following Earth Day, the annual observance on April 22 marking the anniversary of the birth in 1970 of the modern environmental movement and finding ways to do justice to the Earth. 

“The height of counterculture in the United States, 1970 brought the death of Jimi Hendrix, the last Beatles album, and Simon & Garfunkel’s Bridge Over Troubled Water. War raged in Vietnam and students nationwide overwhelmingly opposed it,” according to Earth Day Network.

Though much of America remained indifferent to environmental concerns back then, “the stage had been set for change by the publication of Rachel Carson’s New York Times bestseller Silent Spring in 1962.  The book represented a watershed moment, selling more than 500,000 copies in 24 countries, and beginning to raise public awareness and concern for living organisms, the environment, and links between pollution and public health,” Earth Day Network continues.

On that first Earth Day, “twenty million Americans took to the streets, parks, and auditoriums to demonstrate for a healthy, sustainable environment in massive coast-to-coast rallies. Thousands of colleges and universities organized protests against the deterioration of the environment. Groups that had been fighting against oil spills, polluting factories and power plants, raw sewage, toxic dumps, pesticides, freeways, the loss of wilderness, and the extinction of wildlife suddenly realized they shared common values.”

By 1990, Earth Day went global, “mobilizing 200 million people in 141 countries and lifting environmental issues onto the world stage” as that year’s emphasis also boosted recycling efforts around the globe.

Given our denomination’s long-running interest in simplicity, good stewardship, and well-being of the powerless, it is no surprise that Mennonite Creation Care Network (MCCN), a bi-national Christian organization affiliated with MCUSA and Mennonite Church Canada, came into being in 2006, preceded by Mennonite Environmental Task Force (1991-2001) and Mennonite Creation Care Planning Group (2004-2006).  

The present-day MCCN welcomes those wishing to be part of a faith-based network of people engaged in caring for creation, including congregations that grasp God’s love for all the earth, individuals and households where decision-makers consider environmental impact, schools where students of all ages learn to connect with the natural world, church agencies that choose advocates to keep creation care prominent, and the broader community shaped by creative approaches to transportation, housing, food, waste disposal.

The organization’s website states that congregations “are the primary focus of Mennonite Creation Care Network’s energies. MCCN encourages congregations to appoint a creation care liaison and become one of the network’s 100 Shades of Green Congregations. Preaching, teaching, community gardens, advocacy, and eco-justice work are a few of the ways congregations care for the earth.”

Kern Road has been active for years in energy conservation, both in the construction of the present church building, and by inviting members/participants to conduct energy audits in their own homes.  Some years ago our junior high students made recommendations based on their energy audit of the building, and just this past calendar year KRMC installed solar roof panels. 

The congregation has invited the community to a Solar Energy Celebration and Open House Saturday, May 21, from 2 to 4 p.m., during which time participants will learn how solar panels help save energy and reduce KRMC’s carbon footprint. Government officials, including Mayor Pete Buttigieg, and a representative from Hoosier Interfaith Power and Light (HIPL), an interreligious organization promoting energy conservation and clean energy in faith communities across Indiana, will be invited. KRMC’s solar panels were funded in part by a $24,000 grant from HIPL. 

Consider the resources offered by Global Footprint Network as you assess how living into the resurrection might include care of the earth this Eastertide in your own household, as well as in our city and country.  Global Footprint Network is “an international think tank that provides ecological footprint accounting tools to drive informed policy decisions in a resource-constrained world.  We work with local governments, investors, and opinion leaders to ensure all people live well, within the means of one planet.”

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Bringing healing and hope to orphaned boys

April 18, 2016
by: Jane Bishop Halteman

Eunice and Leonard, top photo; orphaned brothers, Peter and Castro, left and right in lower left photo; orphaned boys' parents, Peter and Francisca Dorine, lower right photo

“I will feel like I have abandoned them if I can’t get them here,” says Leonard Amuok of his nephew Peter’s orphaned children.  “So many relatives are struggling, and I would love to bring other relatives’ children, too, Leonard continues, but finances limit what his family can do to help.

Leonard, presently on KRMC’s church board, and his wife Eunice Oduor and their four children came from Kenya to the United States in 2004 upon winning the green card lottery.  They settled at Kern Road via some Mennonite connections from back home, where family members still live in rural communities, at some distance from the nearest big city, Kisumu, Kenya’s third largest city and principle city of western Kenya.

According to Wikipedia, The Immigration Act of 1990 established the Diversity Visa program, also known as the green card lottery, making 55,000 immigrant visas available in an annual lottery, starting in 1995. The lottery aims to diversify the immigrant population in the United States by selecting applicants largely from countries with low rates of immigration to the United States in the previous five years.

Leonard’s brother’s 30-year-old son Peter died in 2012 while working at a construction site in Uganda.  Peter didn’t have proper safety equipment, according to Leonard, and was killed instantly in a fall.  Peter and his wife, Francisca Dorine, then six months pregnant with their second child, also had a two-year-old son, Castro, at the time.

When he traveled to Kenya for nephew Peter’s funeral back in 2012, Leonard noticed that Francisca Dorine had a swelling on her neck, which he suggested she should have checked by a physician.  Eventually she began taking medication for a goiter, and Leonard mentioned the possibility of surgery if necessary. 

She gave birth to the couple’s second son, Peter, and seemed to be managing as well as could be expected by selling vegetables to make a small living, with occasional contributions from Leonard and Eunice, who also had funded the elder Peter’s high school education.  Francisca Dorine died quite unexpectedly at home in October of 2015, leaving behind their two sons.

Upon hearing of her sudden passing, “I immediately thought:  what will happen to the kids?” Leonard recalls.  Because family members are already providing for adult children and in some cases grandchildren as well, Leonard and Eunice did not believe chances were good that relatives in Kenya could find a way to take in the orphaned children permanently.  “So many people are idle with no options for work,” he noted, adding that those who might go off to try to make a day’s wages could potentially come back with $10 or $20.

Leonard and Eunice began to consider bringing the children to the United States, when they realized that “if the children go to relatives still in Kenya, there would be no guarantee that our donations to help would actually assist with the children’s support” due to so many other financial needs.

Following Francisca Dorine’s death, Leonard spent six weeks in Kenya.  In order to begin the process of bringing the children out of their home country, he needed to file for death certificates for the children’s parents and birth certificates for the children, none of which had been processed at that point in time.   

Because his nephew died in Uganda on the job rather than in his home country, acquiring that death certificate was particularly difficult.  Leonard found application offices constantly filled with people.  “I don’t believe in bribery, but you can’t avoid it.  There is no other way but to grease palms.”  And after all the requisite forms had been signed, there were the tedious waits for ancient typewriters to crank out official documents, Leonard reports. 

Having acquired those four documents, Leonard and Eunice will ask for legal custody of the orphaned boys, now nearly six years old and four years old.  They expect to retain a lawyer in order to prepare for the Children’s Services’ presentation to the Kenyan High Court to verify and certify that they reside abroad, that they are related to the children, and that the children are, indeed, orphans. 

On the United States side, says Leonard, it will cost $1,900 to file Department of Homeland Security forms to begin background checks for himself and Eunice in addition to their three young adult children Celia, Wendy, and Brian; son Castro passed away in April of 2014.  Home studies will follow in preparation for receiving the boys.   

“I would love to see them here in six months,” says Leonard, but he knows that timeline is not probable.  Hopeful that perhaps they will arrive within a year, he says he is concerned that the children are currently with different family members separated by 20 miles.  As plans and financial needs become more clear, we at KRMC will be watching for ways to help this family live out their resurrection dream to bring glimpses of healing and hope into these young boys’ lives.

“Through the grace of God, perhaps all these obstacles I’m seeing may disappear,” says Leonard optimistically!  The family welcomes prayers and logistical support as the process continues.  


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When spring fails to deliver

by: Jane Bishop Halteman
April 11, 2016

Three nest fails (top left, center, bottom right) surrounded by early signs of spring

Spring is the season of resurrection, but some signs of spring in the world around us culminate in disastrous outcomes that fail to reveal what we expect of Easter. 

The last two years brought three failed birds’ nests to our yard.  In 2014 a pair of mourning doves built a nest in our front eaves, but the nest slid off its perch and we found it on the ground one morning. 

Soon after that failure, cardinals constructed a nest in a low shrub outside the sunroom window where we could observe undetected, but one morning we discovered the eggs missing from the nest.  Alerted to the fact that one of the eggs did not match the rest, I learned that cowbirds steal space for their eggs in other species’ nests. 

Our cardinal family had, indeed, been victimized by a cowbird.  We were advised to remove the cowbird egg from the nest.  One internet source I read indicated that “cowbirds may ‘punish’ egg-rejectors by destroying the eggs or entire nest.”  Did our intrusion lead to the eventual nest failure? 

With our grim 2014 history, I was elated last spring to discover that a robin had built a sloppy nest in a small niche created by our backyard guttering at the second-story level. By the time I noticed the nest, the mother bird was already sitting on it, and, though I had missed the building frenzy, I felt hopeful that this nest might survive long enough to produce young robins.

Only two days into nest-watching, however, I was disappointed yet again one morning to find this third nest on the ground with no sign of eggs anywhere.  Perhaps they were yet to be laid or maybe a raccoon got to them, a friend suggested.

Trying to understand our 100% failure rate, I began scouring the internet and was surprised to discover that robins “can produce up to three successful broods in one year. On average, two clutches are raised with less than half being successful. Only a quarter of those that do fledge survive to November. From that point on, about half of the birds alive in any year will make it to the next.”

Typically the season bounces back and forth between winter and summer with at least a few casualties as chilly temperatures and late snow showers snuff out magnolia blossoms or fruit tree buds perhaps forced out prematurely by too-warm-too-soon temps.  Last year I found our tender new greenery chomped to the ground or stomped to bits overnight by hungry intruders.  

Caught in the midst of these kinds of seasonal “failures” and losses or severe weather in our own lives, how do we respond when resurrection seems momentarily to slip out of sight?  What learnings might take place even in the midst of disappointment?

Even as failed nests, frozen blooms, and nibbled stems and leaves are unhappy experiences for some of us, I found it interesting to learn recently that the advent of a mourning dove in one’s life “signals a time to go within, a time to release emotional discord and the memories of past trauma.”  I was intrigued to receive the appearance of these mourning doves as signs of resurrection, because, as one author I read pointed out, though its melancholy call has earned this bird its name, “beyond its sorrowful song is a message of life, hope, renewal, and peace.”

Along with the disappointments of spring, we savor earlier sunrises and longer evenings, the reappearance of morning birdsong, the variety of growing things that come to life in our yards and flower beds, the successful nest-building, and the many creatures that reappear from their winter hiding places.

Parker Palmer’s Spring is Mud and Miracle speaks eloquently about the many resurrections born of spring.  What Palmer observes is so true:  “Spring begins tentatively, but it advances with a tenacity that never fails to touch me. The smallest and most tender shoots insist on having their way, pressing up through ground that looked, only a few weeks earlier, as if it would never grow anything again. The crocuses and snowdrops don’t bloom for long. But their mere appearance, however brief, is always a harbinger of hope—and from those small beginnings, hope grows at a geometric rate. The days get longer, the winds get warmer, and the world grows green again.”

Parker goes on to say, “From autumn’s profligate seeding to the great spring give-away, nature teaches a steady lesson. If we want to save our lives, we must spend them with abandon. When we’re obsessed with bottom lines and productivity, with efficiency of time and motion, with the rational relation of means and ends, with projecting reasonable goals and making a beeline toward them, it’s unlikely we will ever know the fullness of spring in our own lives.”

What will the fullness of living into Easter look like in each of our lives this resurrection season?  In the words of Jan Richardson, what are we being asked “to carry from the Easter garden to proclaim in the world, in the way that only we can proclaim it and live it out?”  Where will the Easter path take us?

Author Macrina Wiederkehr suggests we ponder questions like these as we await, and ultimately experience, the arrival of spring in nature and in our own lives:  “How are we, like the buds of the earth, opening to God and to others?  What secrets buried deep in the soil of our souls are being revealed to us?  How is the gospel of springtime unfolding for us?  What is the great blossoming in us?”

Wiederkehr notes that, as the vibrancy of life is about to pulse through nature at this time of year, it is also a good thing to “enjoy what is emerging from within, to savor the taste of hope, to trust in what the future promises.  It is the time to believe in growth and to give oneself to it wholeheartedly.”

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April 4, 2016
by: Jane Bishop Halteman

Loren brought good news during Easter Sunday worship when he shared an e-mail recently received from his brother and sister-in-law, who are on a two-month assignment in Nigeria with the Church of the Brethren.  They are offering presence in crisis and working with internally displaced persons in a city where Boko Haram has commandeered villages, targeted pastors, killed thousands, and caused many more to flee their homes, Loren explained.

“When Boko Haram took over various villages that are key to the church, many of the buildings were bombed or burned.  It was anticipated that buildings in Garkida, where my brother lived for five years, would have been burned as well.”  Upon visiting Garkida, Loren’s brother was surprised to learn that the Muslims of Garkida told Boko Haram that Christians and Muslims get along together in that place and that, if they burned the church, they would also be burning the mosque.  Surprisingly, many of the buildings were saved. 

“My prayer requests are two,” Loren said:  “First, that we celebrate the community and support which exists among the Christians and Muslims in Garkida and second, that we pray for our (so-called) enemies and for the poor conditions that lead people to become violent and destructive.”

A story of the existence of community and support among the Christians and Muslims in Garkida was a piece of resurrection news so appropriate for our congregation to hear at our Easter Sunday service.

That news came before last week’s Glimpses of Healing and Hope blog entry, which posted the following day on Monday morning.  A quick response to the piece, entitled Living into the Resurrection, arrived from a Michigan pastor who said,  “Our church has taken the theme Practicing Resurrection for this Easter season, so we will be walking along with you. I pondered yesterday what it would mean if we would become ‘radicalized cells’ of the Ever Rising Body of Christ—radicalized by love and forgiveness and passionate hope. I wonder...”

Can we imagine with that pastor what radicalized cells operating in our own church and community might look like if love, forgiveness, and passionate hope ran rampant among us?  Where in our denomination or congregation, our towns, our neighborhoods, our workplaces, our families might we live into resurrection and new life by confronting, even in small ways, the signs of death and dying, hate and wrath, injustice and corruption often evident around us?

We are fortunate already to have “cells” of people among us who regularly offer support and encouragement to the marginalized and encourage all of us to do the same; those who urge us toward greener living by steering us toward installation of solar panels and other ways of caring for our earth; those who model thoughtful eating habits that take into consideration the environment, personal health, and animal welfare; those who demonstrate a variety of ways to live and share together in Christian community.

Many of us, raised in the more-with-less culture, practice our favorite schemes to simplify and extend.  If you haven’t already tried some of these, you might experiment with fresh ways to implement resurrection living by beginning a new effort to repurpose, compost, upcycle, grow your own, reduce waste (or even consider zero waste), buy local, regrow from scraps, choose not to use plastic or disposables, select plug-ins over batteries. 

Once I began looking/listening more carefully for examples of resurrection living, I found hopeful green shoots in lots of places.  During my weekly drive to Grand Rapids, I heard an NPR story on why Utah will continue to embrace refugees even though that stance is now unpopular in many states. 

Upon arrival at my destination, I discovered a story from The Mennonite about how a Colorado church made a commitment to share its little-used fellowship hall and classrooms with community groups who needed meeting space.  Soon a local arts group began holding monthly gatherings in the space, an organization offering services to senior citizens set up an office, and a large church with no permanent building began using study space and the kitchen for various outreach programs.

This link about recycling plastic in new ways appeared in my feed from another friend’s Facebook page.   A pastor in a neighboring state told me about an ambitious worship/education series currently under way in her congregation which has led to a vigorous new mid-week meeting of enthusiastic group leaders who are willing to travel many miles for the extra get-together.       

Signs of new life are, indeed, all around us.  Green sprouts of renewal, like the mini iris shoots my granddaughter spotted with great glee in a flowerbed last week, continue to spike their way through the warming earth, through our community, just waiting for someone to notice and share the good news.  Make it a habit to be aware this week of the sights and sounds of the earth as it rouses in our part of the world after weeks of winter.  What are the comparable rousings you notice at KRMC?  Share with us here at Glimpses of Healing and Hope the resurrection sightings that come your way. 

As if to prove that the above paragraph is no joke, this story was waiting on my Facebook feed after I thought I had wrapped up the post.  Read it, even if just to confirm that, “If you keep your eyes open, you can find people doing good things all over the globe.”


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March 28, 2016
by: Jane Bishop Halteman

Watching a Chopped champion accept his $10,000 award last week, I was excited to hear him say, on being asked how he would use his cash prize, “The first thing that comes to mind is this question:  Who can I offer assistance?  Whose lives can I help change?”

I know nothing about this man except that he is a successful enough chef to have been invited to compete on a Chopped episode during which he outcooked three other chefs on the Food Network show.  His exemplary desire to share his winnings with those who have less, however, speaks to me of resurrection living!

During this season of Eastertide, which thankfully stretches all the way to Pentecost beyond the single day we call Easter, I think back a number of years to the first time I became acquainted with author Megan McKenna on the Spirituality and Practice website. Her book Not Counting Women and Children, Neglected Stories from the Bible describes the practice of resurrection living like this:  “Every time I bring hope into a situation, every time I bring joy that shatters despair, every time I forgive others and give them back dignity and the possibility of a future with me and others in the community, every time I listen to others and affirm them and their life, every time I speak the truth, every time I confront injustice,” I am practicing resurrection living.

Frederic and Mary Ann Brussat have posted at their website an excellent page entitled Easter:  Resurrection as Spiritual Practice.   Check the site for the many ways they suggest to practice resurrection living; here is a sampling of their recommendations about living into resurrection.

·         Paying full attention to whatever you are doing helps you recognize the constant renewal of life all around you. 

·         Cultivating the art of making connections dismantles the walls of separation so that new life can spring up out of the rubble.

·         Walking the path of beauty allows you to notice radiance in people, places, and growing things—all signs of rebirth. 

·         Leaving the past to God's mercy and the future to God’s discretion permits you to live in the present moment, the only time when God brings forth new life, as you affirm your belief in resurrection.

·         Working for justice, peace, equality sets the stage for resurrection.  When you feed the hungry and stand up for the oppressed, you are a life-giver.

·         Staying open to all people and situations affirms your believe that all things can be made new.

·         Welcoming large and small changes signals your receptivity to transformation and resurrection.

And here’s another approach to thinking about resurrection living as Thich Nhat Hanh reminds us, “You are just like a firework going off in every moment. The firework diffuses its beauty around itself. With your thoughts, words, and actions you can diffuse your beauty. That beauty and goodness go into your friends, your children, grandchildren, and into the world. It is not lost and you go into the future in that way.”

In the wake of the March 22 Brussels attack and other recent violence, either publicized or unpublicized, I was drawn to a Sojourners post by Eric Barreto, who says this about resurrection living, even in the wake of terror:  “As we grieve Jesus’ unjust death and celebrate his resurrection, as we grieve the unconscionable loss of life and the hope that God promises, may despair and praise together point us to those whom God calls our sisters and brothers, our kin.  In the space between Palm Sunday and Good Friday, between the acclaiming of Jesus as a king and his execution as a threat to the political order, may we discover a resurrection power that overwhelms our instincts to shelter ourselves, our fear of the stranger, our hopelessness in a broken world.”

How do you respond to Barreto’s thought that “resurrection is for today.  Imagine, then, if our reaction to these attacks would not be fear and self-interested protection. Imagine if we didn’t close our borders. Imagine if we didn’t view our Muslim neighbors with suspicion. Imagine if we didn’t give into our basest instincts to build bigger weapons. Imagine if we lived the resurrected life together.”

What experiences from your own faith journey come to mind as you ponder new things God is doing around you?  How have you made resurrection a spiritual practice in daily life?  How have you experienced new ways of seeing and being?  If the idea of living into the resurrection in these ways is new for you, what appeals to you as a practice you might implement this Eastertide?

Going forward, I’d love to hear your resurrection stories so that I might retell them in a future Glimpses of Healing and Hope blog post between now and Pentecost.






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