Happy Thanksgiving!

I have four students in my classroom this year, speaking at least six different languages. So when it comes to saying “Thank You” we have several different ways to say it.

Here it is in Vietnamese, Spanish, Swahili, and English

Here it is in Vietnamese, Spanish, Swahili, and English

God has blessed us this year with a new school building, nine new students, volunteers who overflow with love and kindness, and staff members who trust Him for everything. We thank Him every day for His gifts. We wouldn’t be here without Him.

Fall and Starlings

It started with a cold night
That shivered the trees under their skin.
Their finger tips lit up in red
And yellow
And orange
 
In the daylight, the starlings drifted and spun together
Like a cloud of smoke.
Like a comb pulled over the land
They tickled the trees and preened the fields.
 
Then the forest shook its mane wildly.
Sending the starlings off
And spreading a fire of forest leaves.
 
The flames took flight
In the wake of the flocks.
Leaving the forest bare.
 
Now, with their color gone, the trees settle in for winter
Their roots digging deep for sleep.
 
Fall and Starlings

Fall and Starlings

“Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church”

I grew up as a bit of a “church hopper.” While I lived in Papua New Guinea, my family attended a church which was made up of missionaries from multiple denominations. We didn’t have a single pastor, but instead, missionaries and pastors from around the globe and across the spectrum of protestant Christianity took turns speaking in church.

Every four years, when my family visited America, we went from state to state and church to church to show people our work in Papua New Guinea. I’m still not sure if I ever attended the same American church for more than a few months at a time.

When it comes to worship, I’ve experienced everything from a cappella choirs to rock; reverently standing tall with hymnals and humbly face down on the floor. Some of my favorite times of worship are done in silence beneath a tree. In that sense, I think Emily Dickinson and I would get along nicely in her garden church. With the birds as the choir and the orchard for the dome.

But church is more than a place, and worship is more than a song.

A while back, I was reading the book, Celebration of Discipline by Richard J. Foster. In it, Foster talks about what it means to worship God beyond the Sunday morning experience. While talking with some friends about worship, I realized just how much worship becomes a dividing factor among the Body of Christ.

I love the congregation that I attend now. But I want to worship with other limbs of the Body. I want to be in fellowship with others outside my small gathering. And I want to experience worship the way others worship our God.

And so I, and two others, sought out some other limbs of God. This Sunday, we visited the Holy Trinity Greek Orthodox Cathedral in Charlotte. It was my first time to a Greek Orthodox service (called a Divine Liturgy, which took me about a week to figure out) and I was a little nervous about not knowing what to do. Thankfully having friends with me made it easier to laugh at myself when I walked into the kitchen instead of the sanctuary. And when I had to ask what I was supposed to do before being told, “you can have a seat.” And when I tried to say the Lord’s prayer with them, and didn’t realize that they say a shorter version than I do. And when I was smiling like a pumpkin at the priest as he sang the prayers and the scriptures and the general instructions. (I want to start singing “let us be attentive” to my students).

I wish I could have captured more of the symbols on the church building, but I was already feeling like a discourteous tourist.

I wish I could have captured more of the symbols on the church building, but I was already feeling like a discourteous tourist. Seeing the Chi-Rho always makes me happy.

The whole experience was a lot to take in. What struck me most was seeing people come before God in a very touching way. I love the human closeness that my church gives to God. It reminds me that Jesus calls us “Friends” (John 15:15). But what I loved most about the Greek Orthodox Church was how they reminded me that he is the King of the Universe, too.

In the Bible, when people are given the amazing privilege of seeing God, they either pass out, or fall shaking on their faces. I sometimes forget that, and treat coming before Him as casual as a hanging out with my buddy. But through the rituals of the Greek Orthodox Church, they create a sense of reverence, awe, and divine righteousness.

I was honored to share a pew with the people at the Holy Trinity.

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