Thursday, July 25, 2024

My Time as the Summer Intern

My time as the St. Mark summer intern has been nothing short of an adventure. My first few weeks were spent in preparation for VBS, getting to know the youth group, and planning for the youth gathering. During our first few weeks of youth group we played card games, went to Volcano Falls, and spent a lot of time talking and getting to know one another. Then later in June, we jumped headfirst into Camp Firelight. I spent the week leading songs at opening and closing assembly, facilitating interactive learning for bible storytime, and helping out wherever I could. The highlight of my week was watching the children of St. Mark blossom through the course of the week. At the beginning, they were shy and unsure of VBS but, by the end of the week they were confident and excited for every new adventure awaiting them. It was a delight to see the campers come out of their shells. 

Once VBS came to a close, it was an intense few weeks of final preparations for the gathering. Nevertheless, on the morning of July 16th it was time for our departure. We had four adults and eleven children between St. Mark and Grace Lutheran in our group. To say that this trip was perfect would be an overstatement. No trip is ever completely perfect, especially not one that takes us to Southern Louisiana in the middle of July. So yes, it was hot, sticky, and at times almost unbearable. Sometimes we would get hangry or things would be closed or canceled without warning. But, the inspirational and exciting parts far outweighed the difficult moments. First there was the city, full of music, art, and rich history. You couldn’t walk three blocks without seeing a gallery or a mural in most places. We had the opportunity to learn about New Orleans’ strength and growth on our Accompaniment Day. We attended the Flooded House Museum and learned about the green infrastructure they are implementing as they continue to rebuild in the wake of Hurricane Katrina, twenty years later. And of course there was the food. Some of us ate their weight in beignets and our more adventurous individuals tried turtle soup and duck à l’orange. Although, one of the most impactful moments for many of us on this trip >was the speakers. Each night at the mass gathering at the Smoothie King Center with 16,000+ Lutherans, we saw speakers like Emily Harkins who spoke about the work her church does for homeless and substance abusers in her community. On the night when our theme was “Created To Be Free” we listened to Austin Channing-Brown speak about identifying what God’s work is and not who God’s work is so that everyone in God’s kingdom may be free. That same night we heard Keats Miles-Wallace speak about how God created us to be free to express ourselves and identify how we choose to. Lori Fuller reminded us that we are not a mistake and taught us to sign it in ASL as well. Sally Azar taught us that freedom is disruptive and that we must continue to disrupt the systems of injustice in the world. But, the most profound moments for me was with the youth. They were troopers through the whole week. In the rain and heat, sometimes walking ten miles a day, they persevered. And they did so with joy. They played Tesla tag, took turns spotting nice cars and motorcycles, raced Pastor Amanda through an inflatable obstacle course, dominated spikeball at the convention center, and played Uno in their downtime. I’m so proud and in awe of their spirit and determination through less than ideal circumstances. And, I’d like to think they all experienced their own moments of connection with God. I know I saw God, seeing our youth all standing and singing together arm in arm at worship.

Peace,
Em Johnson
Summer Intern



Wednesday, July 3, 2024

In Defense of Self-Interest

For my first Father’s Day as a dad, I got a mug. Don’t get me wrong; it’s a lovely, customized travel mug. It’s covered in pictures that are now way out of date, since our first child had only been around for a few months. In one, she has that little baby smile every new parent craves. In another, she’s swaddled in a hospital blanket and tubes as I hold her during that brief, initial stay in the NICU. Even though we’ve taken countless pictures since, I still treasure every time I pull that mug out of the cupboard.

I remember holding it one Sunday in the Fellowship Hall, when a wise person pointed to the large “DAD” lettering on the side and said, “Be careful. Don’t let parenthood become your entire identity. You’re still you, you know.”

It took me a long time to figure out how poignant that advice really was. As much as I love my children, I have learned over the years that I am best as a parent when I care for myself as well as I care for them. Some days, that means I pour coffee in my mug before I get started on breakfast for everyone else.

Or, in the sage advice of flight attendants, “Put on your own oxygen mask before turning to assist others.”

You do not have to think poorly of yourself in order to be a good person. You do not have to put your own needs on the back burner in order to care for other people. Your identity is your own, first and foremost. Your needs, interests, and hopes are every bit as valid as the needs of everyone else.

A lot of folks get told this idea that it is bad to think about ourselves. Strangely, the people who hear it most are those who are often overlooked: women, people of color, and LGBTQIA folks, to name a few. “Pride goeth before the fall,” as people misquoting Proverbs 16 will say. Yes, some people can be conceited, focused inward, and concerned only about themselves, but that is not the same thing as having self esteem. You can be proud of who you are without putting others down. And, you can tend to the needs of others without neglecting your own needs. There is enough space for everyone to be celebrated and valued for who they are. Love and service are not zero sum games. There should be no winners or losers when it comes to compassion.

There’s this passage in Paul’s letter to the Philippians where he makes a plea to empathy. He writes: “Do nothing from selfish ambition or conceit, but in humility regard others as better than yourselves. Let each of you look not to your own interests, but to the interests of others.”

Paul was dealing with issues of arrogance when he wrote those words. The selfishness of a few was threatening the unity of the community. In the verses that follow, he reminds us that Jesus, the Son of God, had the greatest reason of all to be proud and boastful, yet he gave all that up in order to serve to the point of death. But you are not Jesus. You do not have to die in order to serve anyone. And even Jesus made sure to take care of himself and refill his cup every now and then.

I recently heard another pastor say that we don’t have to choose between being selfish or being selfless. We can meet in the middle with self-interest, caring for ourselves and focusing our outward care in ways that line up with our passions. That is the very definition of compassion. I am self-interested in raising my children as best I can. I am self-interested in creation care. And as Christians, my hope is that all of us are self-interested in sharing the good news of Jesus by the way we live with compassion for one another. 

Peace,

Pastor Chad McKenna



Our New Advent Paraments

A few years ago, our Sew & Sews group did their best to touch up the paraments we use at Advent. It was a lovely set, but after so many ...