Being Open
“Every generous act of giving, with every perfect gift, is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom their is no variation or shadow due to change.” – James 1: 17
I used to think everything was up to me. That all I had to do was to try harder, work harder, be more committed and obedient, then God would bless me and give me gifts of grace. Oh, God was always in the picture, but as a far off judge, accountant, and score keeper, whom I was trying to please and impress, as if God needed or wanted that from me.
Now I know that it’s not about me at all, it’s about what God is doing, and being open to whatever gifts of light God sends from above. It’s about being open and paying attention, receiving and giving thanks… then flows the doing, the living, the serving, the commitment, the grace out pouring, and the light shining through the cracks of my life.
Lord, help me to listen, pay attention, be open to receive, that I might serve You by serving others with whatever gifts you may give. Amen.
A Witness to the Vastness of the Body of Christ
On Sunday, August 30, 2009, Claire (Wang Yiran) from Beijing, China, was Baptized into the Body of Christ at Christus Victor Lutheran Church. Â
Up until one year ago, Claire did not know about or believe in Jesus Christ. Â A year ago Claire heard the Good News of God’s love and forgiveness through the life, death, and resurrection of Jesus Christ, she experienced the love of God in her heart, and became a follower of Jesus. Â A year later, while on an internship at the Minnesota Zoo, to improve her English language skills, half a world away from her home she found a group of Christians gathered together for worship and Christian fellowship near the apartment where she was living. Â These Christians called themselves Lutherans, which she had never heard of before. Â But that didn’t matter to her so much because a number of these Lutheran-Christians greeted her and made her feel welcome and at home, and through their worship, praise, words, and actions she knew these people loved Jesus Christ. Â So she asked them a question…
“I have never been Baptized. Â I want to be Baptized, and want to be Baptized in this church, among these Christian people, before I go back to China.” Â Through emails and in the conversations that followed, it became clear how much Claire knew and loved Jesus, and how much she desired to be Baptized into the life of God, into the forgiveness of her Sin, into the Family of God, which is the Body of Christ, the Church Universal. Â Her passion and commitment to continue to learn and grow in her knowledge, understanding, and spiritual life in Christ, was deeply moving. Â And she is so excited to share her faith in God with her friends and classmates in China, most of whom have never heard the story of Jesus Christ, and the love God given to every person on earth. Â
Claire had never heard about Martin Luther or the Reformation. Â She knew very little about Church History, the development of the creeds and doctrines of the Church, nor the long process of determining the Canon of Scripture known as the New Testament, let alone all that is contained within those scriptures and the various interpretations thereof. Â She had no idea what the differences might be between her church in China and our church in America (At one point she asked, “what’s a denomination?”), but she did know that we believed in and followed Jesus Christ and had the love of God in our hearts. Â And I saw the same in her! Â What a witness to the vastness of the Body of Christ (Beijing, China – Apple Valley, USA – Mlowa, Tanzania – Dominican Republic), and to the power of the Holy Spirit to work through very different people from very different places, to build each up in faith!!
The Body of Christ is bigger than any ethnic group, culture, country, or denomination. Â God’s intention, revealed throughout the Bible, is to gather all the people of the world together into the love of Jesus Christ through the power of the Holy Spirit (this gives you the jist of churchy words like redemption, salvation, and sanctification).
In the midst of denominational rivalries and struggles, in the midst of the conflicts and divisions within the ELCA, in the midst of our  own struggles and challenges, both large and small, within our own congregation, to experience first-hand that God’s love and work is more wonderful, powerful, and beyond any of our comprehension or control gives me great hope and comfort.  To see the Holy Spirit overcoming and transcending any and all barriers to bring people to faith, strengthen people in faith, and bring people of faith together is to know that all we really can do, or need to do, is give witness in our own lives to the love and forgiveness of Jesus Christ that has been given to us.  ”Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God and everyone who loves is born of God and knows God.” – 1 John 4: 7
Blessing of the Bags (for college and university students)
For those who cannot attend the Sept. 13 “Blessing of the Backpacks” for the children and youth of CV.
First, load up your backpack or book bag, or whatever you use to carry your books, computers, and classroom materials. Second, invite some friends to join you and bring their backpacks/book bags, etc.  Third, pile them all together, then say/pray this blessing together (or if you’re really creative, turn it into a responsive reading). After you are done, maybe pin or tie something to your bags as a reminder that God goes with you wherever you go.
Lord God Almighty, creator of the universe, source of all Truth, Wisdom, and Knowledge, thank you for the precious gift of education. Bless this bag that I haul around, for it holds within tools for learning. Bless these tools for learning, sources of facts and figures, dates, names, and places, ideas, theories, equations, theorums, and questions yet to be answered, information about the cosmos and all that is within it. Bless those that use these tools to teach, to impart knowledge, skill, and understanding - the professors, teachers, and assistants charged with my education. And bless the one who carries the bag, who uses the tools, and learns from the teachers, for being a student is no easy job. Bless me, dear Lord, for I am a student in need of your help and guidance. May my education not only lead to fulfilling employment, may I also find my calling in life, where my knowledge, skills, talents and gifts intersect with the needs of the world. In Jesus name, amen.
Jumping out of the wardrobe and into the rapids
OK, I am mixing my metaphors, but I don’t really care, I’m pretty mixed up this week as it is.
I got to church early Monday morning before anyone else had arrived. Â The tent from the garage sale was still up, with odds and ends lying around. Â There was new tile in the entry way (great job Bob and Mike!), and a wonderful “welcome back” banner covering my office door, with streamers and balloons to boot! Â (Oh, and thanks for the star shaped glitter, that’s still popping up in unexpected places.) Â It felt as if I had hardly been away, like stepping out of the wardrobe in the Chronicles of Narnia; after being gone for a long time, finding out that you had never really left. Â Yeah, kind of like a time-warp, Twilight Zone kind of feeling.
Yet, I have been gone for over 2 1/2 months, so it was inevitable and expected, that when I stepped out of my sabbatical “wardrobe” I’d step right into the rapids. Â It has been like one minute walking through a peaceful meadow, under gently swaying trees, and then plunging into a raging river, trying to catch your breath while being swept along by the rapids downstream.
I’m not complaining at all. Â It was time to get back to work. Â Kind of like looking forward to school starting in the doldrums of summer, not for the classes, but to reconnect with your friends. Â OK, I was and am a geek, I looked forward to the classes too, and I still do!
My wondering is about why we sometimes avoid taking time off, getting away from it all, or even weekly observing the Sabbath. Â Could it be that the jolt and juxtaposition is too great for us, and not worth the pain and effort? Â There is always a price to pay, isn’t there? Â Tons of email, phone messages, mail to open, too many things to catch up with. Â Why try to get out of the rat race for a time, if it is only going to hurt worse trying to get back in? Â Or, could it be that we don’t want to face the dissonance of the world of God’s Sabbath with the “real world”? Â
When you really listen to Jesus’ teachings, especially in the Sermon on the Mount and in the parables, you realize he his hitting head on the clash between the “real world” we all live in, which apostle Paul calls “the world of the flesh,” and the world that Jesus calls “the Kingdom of God.” Â It’s the same world, the difference is in how we see, think, and live in the world as God made it and wants it yet to become. Â
Are we living as children of the light, or children of the dark? Â I have to be honest with myself, and admit I’m caught in between. Â It makes me sad and makes me worried, however, when we get the two confused, and we only live in the dark. Â I hope I don’t too quickly forget this sabbatical time that was spent for the most part walking in the light of God’s grace, peace, and renewal. Â I am so very grateful for that gift. Â Now to hold onto it, keep my eyes open, and live each day walking in the light and along the Way.
Of Swamps, Bayous, and Gators
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Fishing and Hunting Shack in the Honey Island Swamp.
Living in a Swamp
When I heard my friends had moved to New Orleans with their three girls and were living in a community ten miles from the Gulf Coast, in an area still recovering from Hurricane Katrina, surrounded by swamp and bayou, my media-formed imagination thought of something like this shack I saw while down visiting in mid-August. Â My imagination also assumed swarms of mosquitoes thicker and hungrier than their northern siblings in Minnesota, gators crawling in every watery mud hole, and hurricane ravaged wildlife and communities. Â My bias was wrong on those counts and more.
I was pleasantly surprised at the beauty and peacefulness of the swamp, that though hot and muggy (it was mid-August), there was a cool breeze off of the water and few mosquitoes buzzing in my ear. Â The trees, plants, and flowers were an exotic backdrop for the many egrets, herons, and birds we saw while on our boat tour, just ten minutes from my friends’ beautiful new house. Â Truly, they do live in a swamp. Â But unless this was brought to your attention you really wouldn’t know. Â That is until, after a particularly hard rain, seeing the water standing in all of the ditches and people’s yards, with no where to go, you really knew you were near a swamp in a low lying area, which pretty much sums up the entire area, and helps you understand how the devastating waters of the hurricane could have gone so far inland to reck havoc. Â
Of ‘Gators and Real Danger

Alligator swimming to our boat.
It was rather disconcerting to find alligators swimming around the swamp as we drove by in our tour boat. Â Most of which were rather small (4 or 5 feet long), but still seeing something that big, with large teeth, coming your way, touches a primal fear within you. Â From somewhere within comes the fearful voice, “that thing could eat me.” Â And of course, in the right (or wrong) situation and conditions, one could attack, but alligators usually stay clear of people and rarely attack. Â In fact, they only come close when there is promise of some tasty marshmallows or hot dogs on a stick. Â Still, seeing a 15 foot ‘gator lunge out of the water 3-4 feet just for a hot dog does make one weary and keep a respectful distance.Â
The two dangerous things you have to be careful about are the aggressive and poisonous water moccasins and falling out of a boat. Â Falling out of a boat and hitting your head on some submerged object and drowning is probably the most dangerous thing, and simply requires not acting stupid. Â Actually people usually don’t fall out of boats, they are usually jumping out of a boat or off a dock without knowing what’s below the water, that gets them in trouble. Â Again, the most dangerous thing in a swamp are people who do things without thinking. Snakes you can stay away from pretty easily.Â
Facing unexamined prejudices
I was not aware that I held such prejudices about the south. Â Only after the hurricane and our churches subsequent support of the relief and rebuilding efforts through our sister church in Mississippi, did I give any thought to what daily life might be like in the southern states along the Gulf Coast. Â My attitudes and prejudices have been formed from bits and pieces from the news, tv shows, movies, music, and through the stories of people who have lived or visited a particular place. Â It takes an open mind, a desire to learn and experience new things, and a willingness to change your beliefs and attitudes about people and places when what is really real clashes with your prejudices. Â It also takes good friends who will show you around, tell you some of the history of a place and people, and plan some new experiences for you. Â
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The French Quarter in New Orleans.
Sabbatical is Over, Sabbath Keeping is Not
Sabbatical Close to Over
It truly seems only a short while ago that I closed and locked my office door to head to the cabin for Memorial Day weekend and the start of my sabbatical. Â What seemed like a long stretch of time has quickly come to a close, and I am incredibly grateful to the leaders and members of CV for their support and this gift of time away to refresh, renew, and recharge my mind, body, soul, and relationships for the sake of on-going ministry.
Sabbath does what it means, “Stop!”
Driving through the Rockies in Colorado, Melissa and Daniel wondered at the emergency braking sand pits for trucks. Â ”Why do the trucks need such long sandy stretches up the side of the mountain?” Â Because a fast moving, heavy vehicle takes a long time to slow down to a safe stop. Â
I have been putting the pedal to the metal myself for the last few years. Â OK, probably always, from the stories my high school friends tell. Â Just like those trucks without brakes hurtling down the mountain side, it took me a while to stop. Â By the end of June I had finally begun to slow down to a healthy level, both mentally and spiritually. Â It took me three weeks to totally decompress from my fast pace of ministry and life. Â Since starting at Christus Victor at the end of October 1998, I have slowed down only enough throughout each year to take a deep breath before plunging back into the fray. Â
Sabbath Keeping Needs to Continue
Like almost everyone I know, keeping the Sabbath Holy, is a quaint concept removed from the fast pace and demands on our lives. Â Yet if we continue to live without keeping the Sabbath, as a weekly gift of rest and renewal from God, the results are deadly. Â I don’t exactly know how yet, but finding weekly, even daily, Sabbath time will be an important priority in the months and years to come. Â For when we are too busy, too hurried, too “stressed-out” all of the time, we really cannot pay much attention to God, to Christ in our midst, or to the breath of the Holy Spirit, let alone the people God has placed in our lives to love and care for.
Stop, then Look, then Listen
My spiritual director, Jon Ackerman, has shared with our CV staff and leadership a simple method to help us pay attention to God. Â The three steps are STOP, LOOK, and LISTEN. Â Not surprisingly you cannot skip the first step to pay attention and listen to God. Â You must STOP, which is the literal meaning of Sabbath. Â Check out his link for more resources you can use yourself and with your family.
Lead Listener
One final connection between Stopping/Sabbath Keeping and what I’ve learned on this Sabbatical. Â One of the main responsibilities I have in my role as senior pastor is to be the Lead Listener. Â This is something I have not done as well as I should or could. Â In my busyness and the constant rush I tend to fall into being the Lead Problem Solver instead. Â (Not that solving problems isn’t important, it’s just not the most important). Â Listening to others and listening to God takes both time and intentionality. Â But even more is to help others learn to listen to God as well, because to be a follower of Jesus means we better be listening and paying attention to His voice, in Word and in Prayerful attentiveness. Â Keeping the Sabbath is a critical discipline to being able to listen to God. Â We’ll see how it goes.
Diners, Chuckwagons, and BBQ too!
One of the things we committed to as a family before we left for our road trip was to stay away from fast food and chains. Â We wanted to get off the beaten path, visit the side streets, and local hangouts to literally and figuratively get a taste of the places we were visiting. Â Of course you meet local people that work in the fast food places and chains, but it looks the same and tastes the same as everywhere else. Â Nothing unique, special, or local. Â Nothing to surprise you, delight you, or challenge you to step outside of your comfort zone to try something new.
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"Wild Rice" Rod serenading us on the way to the chuckwagon BBQ.
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Well, we did a pretty good job all the way through. Â A few places really stick out in my memory (and my stomach). Â The Dark Horse in Custer, SD for elk and Bison steaks. The Blue Bell lodge for a chuck wagon ride through Custer State Park with “Wild Rice” Rod as our guitar player and sing-along leader, then to Parker Canyon for a great steak dinner in the Black Hills. The Grand Hotel in Big Timber, MT for the best Bison burger and frozen mocha dessert ever!! The Dash-in diner in a small town in Wyoming that I forget the name of, for great homemade food. Â Tommyknockers Brew Pub in Idaho Springs, CO for more Bison Burgers, Bison Taco Salad, homemade Rootbeer and Orange Creme Soda, and a excellent Imperial Brown Ale with Maple Syrup. Â Poppycock’s in Aspen, CO for their special oatmeal, macadamia nut pancakes and fruity french toast. Â The Thunderhead Brew Pub in Kearney, NE for awesome woodfired pizzas, calazones, and their award winning Honey Wheat Ale. Â And finally, the big surprise was finding Boxers BBQ in Council Bluffs, IA for ribs on Daniel’s birthday. Â Not only did they have fantastic smoked ribs, they gave use a plate of fudge brownies and deep-fried bread pudding covered in Carmel sauce and powdered sugar for a birthday treat!
The point of making you all hungry just thinking about these restaurants is not about the food. Â It is about the fact that the best stuff is local and made from scratch by people who are passionate and creative about what they are doing. Â It takes more time, effort, and a commitment to an artisan’s ethic, rather than an assembly line attitude. Â It is the difference between a microwave burrito from the corner convenience store and one that is homemade from scratch. Â One attitude values experimentation and the necessary process of learning from mistakes and failures, while the other rigidly enforces the status quo and fears and punishes failures and mistakes. Â I mean, who in their right mind would deep-fat fry a perfectly good bread pudding? Â But it was awesome (though I couldn’t eat it often, or I’d blow up like a balloon and my arteries would clog!
What is the prevailing attitude within our churches? Â Does one size fit all when it comes to the Spiritual journey? Â Do we run after the latest fad from the “successful” church from somewhere else, trying to duplicate what worked in one community and context of faith, and despairing when it just falls flat in our own church (open expensive box, add water, mix, and wa-lah, instant successful church – really?)? Â After visiting a number of very different churches this summer, both in size, context, and style, what a gift to experience both that which is unchanging (God’s Word, prayer, singing, confession and forgiveness, the Sacraments, etc.), and the wonderful ways those unchanging parts were creatively formed, structured, and lived out by the worshipping communities. Â Church Historian, Jaroslav Pelikan, once wrote (whether he came up with it or not, I don’t know), “Tradition is the living faith of the dead; traditionalism is the dead faith of the living.” Â Is our faith life and the ministries of our churches a living reflection of our gifts, passions, and the creative spirit God has instilled in us? Â Or, are we settling for a “warmed up microwave burrito” kind of faith and church? Â Personally, I’ve found the proverbial road less traveled both more satisfying and life giving.
Long Journeys and Road Trip Adventures
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Our family at Christikon for their Family Camp/Theological Institute.
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I’ve been away from the blog for a while – trips to the cabin, visiting relatives, taxi service for the kids, and we just returned from a two week family journey and road trip!
The first thing that I want to recommend to you and your families, is to plan a road trip together. Â OK, I say that after the fact, because, to be perfectly honest, I was a little worried how the two weeks would go. Â I kept having flashbacks to my own childhood family road trips, fighting with my little sister in the back seat of the station wagon. Â There were good memories, of course, but I also remember the seemingly endless hours gazing out the window watching the world go by, not being able to read for fear of throwing up from car sickness. Â Then there were the sing-a-longs, the alphabet game, the licenses of the states game (which we played this time too), and fighting with my sister again. Â ”He touched my side of the seat!” Â ”No I did not.” Â ”Stay on your side!” Â ”Stop touching me!” Â ”If I have to stop this car…!” Â Well, fill in the rest with your own happy memories.
Anyway, thank goodness for books on tape, or in our case, books on CD. Â 19 hours, yes, that’s 19 hours of “Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince.” Â Can you say quiet and peace all across South Dakota? Â Then more peace and bliss in the back seat across Wyoming into Montana, then Montana all across Wyoming into central Colorado. Â And then, just as the reader finished the series, and my fears of unrest and growing hostilities from the back seat began to arise, the portable DVD player came to the rescue! Â Thank you Pixar and Disney, you’re the best.
Now before you think, wouldn’t it have been cheaper and easier just to stay home and listen to a book and watch movies, think about driving by all of those Wall Drug signs for miles and miles before finally arriving at this temple of Americana! Â Can you say, “over priced trinkets and food?” Â Well, I can! Â And so can the kids!!! Â Then there was the excitement of driving into the Black Hills. Â Rounding each corner with glimpses of Mount Rushmore in the distance. Â Driving through the Wildlife Loop in Custer, through the Needle and up and down the switch backs. Â Getting caught in a Bison traffic jam and being faced down by a huge bull Bison, who, in the words of Melissa, “snorted and snotted all over the road at us!” Â Then there was the slow and bumpy two hour drive up the dirt road and mountain valley to Christikon. Â Every turn opening up a new vista of beautiful mountain views, with the roaring Boulder river always close by, seething down the mountains to the valley from which we came. Â ”Oh give me a home, where the Buffalo roam, and the deer and the antelope play….” Â We lived it, baby!
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"Do not mess with me, city boy!" snorted the Bison.
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Now don’t get me started on the Sunday traffic jam on I-80 heading out of the Colorado Rockies toward Denver. Â And, no offense to my Husker friends, but Nebraska isn’t the most titillating drive I’ve ever been on. Â But all in all, a great road trip, and that’s only the time we spent in the vehicle. Â Stay tuned for the Claussen Gubrud, “Diners, Chuckwagons, and BBQ too!”
Fire and Spirit
Saturday night, under the glimmer stars, I started a campfire at the side of the lake. Â The moon’s glow was just peaking over the trees on the far side of the lake. Â The chilly wind blew across the waters, making the reflection of the stars twinkle even more. Â Owls were hooting and loons were calling in the dark. Â But as the pine needles, leaves, and twigs slowly smoldered and then caught fire and began to cast a flickering yellow glow all around, something shifted in my mind. Â Mesmerized by the flames, my face and front now suddenly warm, while my back bore the brunt of the cool night wind, the inner and outer space was transformed into a sacred space.
That’s what fires do to and for me – transport me into a different place. Â In the Bible the Spirit of God is often represented and experienced as fire. Â Fire is ever changing, yet ever the same. Â Fire is power that is both dangerous and a blessing, it burns as well as warms. Â The campfire creates a sacred circle of space, that when people enter it they become part of the community of the fire. Â To stand on the edge, in the shadows, and the cold, with the fire reflected in glowing eyes, somehow you are outside of that sacred space, literally and figuratively, “in the dark.”
I’ve been thinking about the connection between fire and the Spirit. Â In our church all we have are a couple of candles lit by the altar and the eternal candle hanging by the back wall. Â Only twice during the year is fire/candle light a powerfully present symbol of God’s Spirit and presence – Good Friday at the Tenebrae service and Christmas Eve at the evening candlelight service. Â Yet growing up, the most powerful and meaningful times of worship for me were at various church camps around the campfire. Â There is something about the crackling fire that focuses my mind, heart, body, and soul to God’s presence – fire and Spirit. Â It is elemental, touching something primordial in each of us, drawing us out of our profane spaces into a sacred space. Â
Can you imagine what a campfire church might look like? Â Classes and fellowship for all ages in the morning, and then come back at night for the worship around the fire. Â Hmmm… what do you think? Â What have been your experience around the fire? Â Have you had a sense of the Spirit’s presence? Â Have your conversations gone deeper? Â Have you been able to quiet your inner mind and just be still while watching the fire, in a way you find it hard to do in other settings? Â Or do you just hate the smell and getting smoke in your eyes?
Why do we need soul friends?
Soul friends is not a term we are used to, and many have never heard of the term. Â It does not refer to an acquaintance, or even a “best friend.” Â Remember as a kid trying to figure out who was your “best friend” as opposed to just a friend. Â ”Best friends” are forever, but we sadly learned not all of the time. Â There are good friends, best friends, casual friends, the infamous “just friends,” and whatever other adjectives you would choose to add. Â Friendships of whatever level are important and needed in our lives. Â In any case, what I mean by soul friends is something different, beyond, and deeper than “best friends.” Â Â It is a person with whom you have shared glimpses into each others souls; your deepest beliefs, questions, doubts, failures, fears, and hopes. Â This person is most likely not your spouse and probably of the same sex, not sexual relationship, though very intimate. Â
In listening to countless people over the years talking about their relationships with friends, and observing the interaction of people with their “best friends” over time, I find this kind of soul friendship very rare.  A rare and priceless gift.  And one that takes much time, risk, and commitment.
Soul friends can look you in the eye and tell you truths you would rather avoid or deny, but need to hear. Â At the same time, because of the love you share, you receive the truth as a gift, even as it cuts. Â It goes both ways as you challenge, support, encourage, and love each other into spiritual growth and wholeness. Â Why spiritual growth and wholeness? Â Because at the center of the relationship between soul friends, God is present. Â It is not that God is not present in other relationships, but that soul friends intentionally pay attention to God in the midst of their friendship. Â Whenever you are dealing with issues of the soul, you are necessarily dealing with God.
As I wrote, it takes time, risk, and commitment, but also patience. Â This kind of friendship usually doesn’t just “happen.” Â It develops and grows over time. Â It takes a willingness of both friends to share not only their faith journey, but also the real struggles and brokenness, as well as joy and happiness that dwell deep in our souls. Â
I am still working at this with a number of my friends. Â Sometimes we’re intentional about it, sometimes not, but we continue to work at our friendship with love, patience, and trust that God will guide us along the way.