April 11, 2025

HTML Teresa's Note - April 11, 2025
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Dear friends and members of University UMC:


Some of life’s simple pleasures can be found at Trader Joe’s. At least that’s what I believe! There are fun snacks and other food items. The dark chocolate peanut butter cups are among my favorites. The “Everything but the Bagel” spice mix is another staple in my pantry. The store also carries a cheese with caramelized onions in it. Delicious! We even get our dog’s treats at Trader Joe’s. And they have the best deal on cute greeting cards. Only 99 cents! But Trader Joe’s is not the place I think of when it comes to buying plants. So the day my husband Paul came home from a shopping trip with an amaryllis bulb, I was perplexed. The wax-covered bulb sat on our windowsill for months. I had plans to toss it in the compost, but never carried through with those plans. Finally one day Paul announced he was going to plant it in the front yard. I didn’t say anything and tried to suppress my eye roll. Buried in the ground the bulb looked even more lifeless. The fragile green leaves appeared to be turning brown. For months - through the dry, dead of summer and through the cold winter - I walked past the planted bulb. 

In a recent sermon, I spoke of my lack of patience. I come by it honestly. Waiting is hard for me and living with uncertainty is no fun. I read in Galatians 5:22, “The fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, generosity, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.” I note that efficiency doesn’t make the list. Living with the unknown is what it means to be human. And living with uncertainty while staying grounded and centered doesn’t just happen automatically. It takes intentionality as we nurture our spiritual life through practices like devotional readings and prayer, meditation, and silence. So I keep trying to grow in my faith, knowing that if I had tossed the waxed bulb out in haste, I would never have seen its glory. Things of beauty and purpose take time. 


I am trying to take time, too. To make time for silence and stillness, trusting that God is at work in hidden places. 

Labyrinths have a clear way in and out. Unlike a maze, labyrinths aren’t there to “trick you.” It astounds me to write these words–but, having served University UMC for almost four years, yesterday was the very first time I walked the labyrinth on our church property. As I walked I considered the saints who have gone before us–the former church members upon whose shoulders we stand. I thought about all that is taking place in this current season–conversations and decisions to be made, people and their joys and concerns. I imagined what might be–what could be. And I tried to hold space for my mind to be still so that I might be open to God’s dreams. I felt a deep sense of peace wash over me. Funny how that happens when we place all our worries and wonderings, dreams and decisions before the Holy One. 

As we look to Holy Week and the Easter joy that awaits us, may we trust that the God of Love goes with us. And as we look to the future and imagine all that can be, may we know that love is at the center of all to which God calls us. 


Below I’m leaving you with a writing by Teilhard de Chardin that I shared with the staff recently. We all agreed that patience and trust in God are good things to practice. We also acknowledged that we often find it difficult to trust and be patient. Reading the words of Teilhard de Chardin aloud to one another, we noted the words and phrases that resonated with us–“stages of instability”, “we like to skip the intermediate stages”, and “feeling incomplete.” There is no shame in feeling these things. It’s not a mark of a shallow spiritual life. It’s a reminder that we are human. This Sunday we observe Palm Sunday and begin our journey through Holy Week. It is a time when we recall the humanity of Jesus. I imagine he had moments where his patience was wearing thin. I am sure he even had moments where his trust in God was shaky at best. Upon the cross, the scriptures tell us that Jesus cried out, “My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?” Pain and agony–our own and the world’s–are perhaps among the reasons we find waiting and trust so difficult. Yet even in the seasons when it seems as if our faith is full of doubt and our spiritual life is dry, the God of the universe is at work in ways we cannot see to bring life, wholeness, and joy. 


Dear ones, I am not sure what you are having to wait for this day. I won’t tell you to be patient. I won’t tell you to trust–or “Just have faith.” To do so sounds like an accusation. Instead, know that I hold you close. And whenever the joy of Easter feels out of reach, may love guide us anyway.


What a joy to be your pastor!

Teresa

Patient Trust

by Teilhard de Chardin


Above all, trust in the slow work of God.


We are quite naturally impatient in everything to reach the end without delay.



We should like to skip the intermediate stages.



We are impatient of being on the way to something unknown, something new.

And yet it is the law of all progress
that it is made by passing through some stages of instability—
and that it may take a very long time.


And so I think it is with you;
your ideas mature gradually—let them grow,
let them shape themselves, without undue haste.



Don’t try to force them on,
as though you could be today what time 
(that is to say, grace and circumstances acting on your own good will) 
will make of you tomorrow.


Only God could say what this new spirit
gradually forming within you will be.
 Give Our Lord the benefit of believing 
that his hand is leading you, 
and accept the anxiety of feeling yourself
 in suspense and incomplete.

“Isn’t the story of compost really just the story of God turning our fear to courage, sorrow to joy and death to life?”

Jeff Chu

A Prayer for Palm Sunday


We call to mind

how Jesus urged his listeners

to put their trust

in the power of being neighbor

in the power of God’s Spirit within them

in the power of conversion

from religious thinking and practices

that made them feel inadequate

and worthless.


Our prayer today

is a prayer of resolve,

a prayer of determination

that we, each one of us,

will do whatever we can

however small

in whatever way

to bring the real dream of Jesus

to fruition

in our lives

and in our world today.


At the start of Holy Week

we focus on Jesus

human like us

a man with a dream for a better world

a man of extraordinary courage

a man on a journey to the end of his life

a man willing to die for what he believed

a man who knew

he would never see his dream fulfilled

a man who had to trust

that those who came after him

would keep his dream alive.

As we gather once more to hear the passion, may we commit ourselves

to follow where Jesus dared to journey.  

– by Michael Morwood

in “Prayers for Progressive Christians”

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