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Lynn Hartmann and Mary Johnson
Lynn and Mary have devoted their lives to serving others. Lynn is a retired oncologist who worked at the Mayo Clinic, while her wife Mary is a retired hospital Chaplin who worked at the Mayo Clinic for 32 years. Both recently relocated from Rochester, where they attended Cavalry Episcopal Church. They started attending St. John’s last March and can usually be seen at the 8 AM service, so if you’re an early bird, be sure to say hello! They’ve been together for 24 years and married for five. Their hobbies are spending time with friends and cats, as well as being involved with their community. Mary is even a playwright! We’re so blessed to have them here at St. John’s, and we look forward to getting to know them and their gifts even more in the coming months and years.

Robin Bloom
Robin and his wife, Liz Pawlak, moved back to Saint Paul, from Santa Fe, NM in January of 2018.  Robert began the task of searching for a church to join, and a former co-worker greeted him at St John’s and recommended he become a member.  Robin soon discovered that the St Paul Grief Counseling Coalition was meeting at St John’s until their summer break. The St Paul Grief Counseling Coalition has provided wonderful support for Robin and his wife while grieving the death of their son due to depression and related issues.

Robin was born in Wisconsin but has spent most of his adult life in Minnesota. Robin was raised Congregational/UCC but was received into the Episcopal church when he was 20. He was first attracted by the liturgy of the mass and the pageantry of the service.  Since then he has been a member of Episcopal Churches across the country.

At St John’s, Robin has been participating in Adult Faith Formation which he finds enlightening, Men’s Breakfast, and is going through the Basics Class. Robin’s wife is a Minnesota native who attended the “U”. They are both retired, him from Hennepin County, she from the MN DOT.

Josh Tucker
Raised in the Palmetto State, Josh graduated from the University of South Carolina with his Master of Social Work and worked in the prison system there. Then why Minnesota Josh? You won’t believe it, but he wanted to live in a place with a great deal of snow so he could learn to ski.

Josh is already at the intermediate level on the slopes, working the Lutsen area of the North Shore as well as Colorado. He keeps a bag packed and is ready to find time away from his job down at St. Peter in the Minnesota Security Hospital where he employs his skills and education as a psychotherapist.

Josh enjoys the music of St. John’s, the energy which the church brings to his life, and he hopes to more fully integrate into the life of the parish once his busy life settles down, with a residence both in Mankato during the week and in The Cities on the weekend.

Jeff Chen
Several friendly conversations with Margaret Thor and others at the 8:00 service led Jeff to join our faith community. He is a Professor of Mathematics at St Cloud State University and lives in his condo there during the week. But he enjoys the urban ambiance of the metro area so regularly stays with friends in St Paul on the weekends.

Jeff was born Jian-Ping Chen in Taiwan. The English Club at his college asked their members to select an English name for themselves—he selected Jefferson—which he later shortened to Jeff. He earned his doctorate degree at Yale University in the mid-1990s and briefly taught there before venturing to Waldorf College in Iowa and eventually St Cloud State to teach math.

Jeff’s faith journey has found him in several Christian communities over the years including Assembly of God and the Church of Christ. He is an early riser so he can swim at the St. Cloud YMCA for fitness before classes.  He has also been teaching himself to speak French. This was most helpful while he lived in Paris last year doing sabbatical research on the history of mathematics.

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By The Reverend Barbara Mraz

“The turn of my heart bends toward you, O God. I search for you in infinite stretches of imagination. I discover you in infinite spaces of need. You give my wounded spirit shelter, my restless life purpose, my questioning mind the embrace of wonder.”
-The Rt. Rev. Steven Charleston

Jayan Nair has a lifetime of experience packed into his twenty-five years. He has been repeatedly bullied, suffered emotional abuse in his religiously-conservative home, and has struggled with substance abuse. Yet this amazing young man, who left home at seventeen, graduated summa cum laude from college, projects a radiant joyfulness, speaks glowingly of his partner Benji and “the light of his life,” his nephew Theo. He laughs often, reads constantly, and is on his way to a professional life in the Church.  He says he owes his life to the discovery of the Gospel.

HOME-SCHOOLED

Growing up in Huntington, West Virginia, both of Jayan’s parents were physicians. His father was born in Ethiopia and lived in Zambia and Botswana before coming to America. His grandfather was Hindu; his grandmother an Anglican Christian raised in the Church of South India.

Jayan’s early life was marked by hardship. He was bullied in school for his sexuality and “outed” at age 13. He also did not feel academically challenged at the private Christian school he attended. So after seventh grade, his parents decided they would home-school Jayan and his younger sister. His father taught them history and theology; his mother took a leave from her medical practice and taught him the rest. School began at 7:30 and ended for dinner at six, followed by evening homework.  He took a total of nine years of Latin, which he says helped him in countless ways. He read widely in theology on his own.

He observes, “The chance to immerse myself in all areas of knowledge and integrate it was tremendously valuable to me.  I would do it again, but wouldn’t want it for my own kids, if I ever have any.”

The emphasis on theology was because Jayan was being groomed for a life in the church, to be a minister of the Gospel in the “hyper-Calvinist” church his parent attended.

CONVERSION ATTEMPTED

A punishing new element was added to his life after he acknowledged his homosexuality at age 13. For 18 months, he was forced to undergo “conversion therapy” with his pastor and his father. “It destroyed me,” he says. “I went back into the closet for two years to make it stop.” He renounced Christianity in the process.

At age sixteen he came out again and was able to gain the support of an understanding aunt and his grandmother. Yet his only friends were his Math and Latin tutors. He dropped out of high school, ran away from home at 17, found various places to live, and eventually got a GED. Trying to forget the darker parts of his childhood, he drank his way through it all.

OHIO STATE

He applied to colleges and got a scholarship to Ohio State in Columbus.  He dreamed of becoming an academic, possibly an archaeologist. He was also interested in Linguistics. Academically, college went very well and, wanting a challenge, he decided to major in International Politics and Chinese.

Throughout college, he battled his addiction. Nonetheless he graduated summa cum laude with Honors Research Distinction in Political Science. His thesis was titled Confucian Moral Talent and Security: Diachronic Perspectives on Chinese Strategic Culture. Earlier he had gotten a grant and spent a summer in Beijing researching. His first-rate secondary school education at home, he explained, was a massive academic advantage throughout college.

“LESS VICTIM, MORE SURVIVOR”

With an academic career in political science as a goal, the best fit seemed to be at the University of Minnesota.  He was accepted into the PhD program and moved to Minneapolis.

Soon, however, his life collapsed. In November, he blacked out on election night and did not come to for several days. He believed he was going to die as he tried to detox himself at home. The third day brought what he describes as “a moment of divine encounter.”  He says, “I actually heard a voice telling me that I didn’t have to do this alone. That voice had to have been God, and I’m convinced it’s only by God’s grace that I finally believed that voice.”

He talked to his therapist who referred him to a program at Fairview Riverside.  He joined AA and got a sponsor. During this time Jayan also began meditating and spending more time in quiet prayer. He explored an array of different spiritual practices. Nonetheless, he says, “Nothing felt real.” He also experienced a profound need for forgiveness that wasn’t being fulfilled. Throughout his work in recovery, however, he came to understand the narrative of his life as being less about being a victim, and more about being a survivor. But even a survivor needs healing.

He got a job. Working on a student newspaper earlier, he had taught himself digital design. He was hired at United Healthcare where he still works today, doing web creation and copywriting . Soon he met Benji, the man who brought him to an Episcopal Church in Rochester for his nephew’s Baptism. For Jayan, this event turned out to be life-changing.

CALVARY

The Baptism was at Calvary Episcopal Church in Rochester.  Benji was to be his nephew Theo’s godfather. As Jayan experienced the liturgy and heard the words of the Baptismal Covenant and the loud congregational response of “We Will!” something happened to him. Experiencing the sense of community, the strangely-familiar language, and the magnetic pull of the sacraments which convinced him he could not escape even if he wanted to, he remembers, “It was at once terrifying and the best thing in the world. It took me months to take it all in.”

Jayan and Benji began attending church at St. Christopher’s in Roseville but soon found their way to St John’s. Right away, they knew that this was the place for them, noting that it seemed to be a “very healthy place”. Jayan began attending Compline. He became an acolyte and started praying the Daily Office. Still devouring theology, he especially loved reading the work of the former Archbishop of Canterbury, Rowan Williams. His involvement at St. John’s grew as he began working with the Young Adult Group, and became friends with Craig Lemming. Now he reads Morning Prayer each weekday at the church. He is a regular at Faith Formation (where many of us are astounded at the extent of his theological knowledge). He delights in his toddler godson Theo, writes him on holy days, and carries his picture with him. He and Benji are planning a wedding for next October at St. John’s.

Most of all, he experiences the Gospel as a profound source of healing and joy. No longer a message of self-loathing and fear of the afterlife, the Gospel has opened up as a promise of God’s forgiveness and faithful attentiveness to us in this life and the next. In the story of Christ and in the tangible beauty of the sacraments, he finds the grace to start putting together the pieces of his life and share that healing with the world.

Slowly Jayan has realized that he is called to work in the Church.  The question is how?  So now he is in the process of forming a discernment committee to help him figure this out. Maybe the priesthood? Maybe something else?

VICTORIOUS

Jayan is a delight to speak with: thoughtful, intelligent, passionate, extremely funny, and a man of deep spirituality.  He loves trivia and murder mysteries. He speaks with pride of Benji’s approach to real estate and his partner’s joy at helping young families find their first home. He gave himself a syllabus when he got to college about what he had to view and read to “catch up” with the popular culture that had been kept from him as he grew up.

He has several tattoos, a combination of memories and philosophy. A number is on his upper arm, referencing the fact that in the late 19th century journalists used the symbol ”-30-” to signal the end of a story. He got this tattoo when he was forced to terminate his relationship with his family.  Another, running up and down his forearms, is a quotation in Classical Chinese: “The way of the universe is a flowing stream; it can go in any direction.” Behind his left ear is a conch, a nod to his South Indian heritage.

But perhaps most significant is the name “Jayan,” from Sanskrit. It is a family name harkening back to his father’s roots. It means “victorious,” while his middle name is “Timothy,” which means “honoring God.” Jayan’s mother always told him that “honoring God” is how his victory would come. It’s already started.

 

Barbara Mraz, Writer-in-Residence. Barbara preaches each month, contributes regularly to the parish blog, Epistles and Epiphanies, and writes profiles of parishioners for The Evangelist. Barbara has been a deacon in the Episcopal Church in Minnesota for more than 30 years and enjoys reading, gardening, spending time with her kids and grandchildren, attending theater productions, and watching films. She is the author of Finding Faith at the Movies (Morehouse, 2004).

 

Originally published in the March-April 2019 Evangelist. 

 

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Dear friends in Christ,

The late poet Mary Oliver, popular with priests and preachers, frequently wove themes of death and grief into her poetry. Perhaps her most remembered passage on death, in her poem “The Uses of Sorrow” Oliver writes:

Someone I loved once gave me

a box full of darkness.

It took me years to understand

that this, too, was a gift.

I confess that like the poet, it took me a while to understand what this passage could mean– that darkness, grief, and pain might be a gift. Then I read Robert Johnson’s Owning Your Own Shadow (see Craig Lemming’s blog post on the Lenten Read). We all have a shadow self, a product of forces without and within that we believe we cannot fully share. As I’ve written and preached already this season, this shadow is a potent force. The shadow self draws much of its power from the grief and pain we’ve endured. To highlight this point, Johnson writes,

“Parrots learn profanity more easily than common phrases since we utter our curses with so much vigor. The parrot doesn’t know the meaning of these words, but he hears the energy invested in them. Even animals can pick up on the power we have hidden in the shadow!”

Mary Oliver was acquainted with grief and she was no stranger to the pain of betrayal, having been sexually abused by her father as a youth. In a poem titled “Rage” she describes this experience, the source of a lifetime of hurt,

“you were also the red song

in the night,

stumbling through the house

to the child’s bed,

leaving your bitter taste.”

What do you do with that kind of hurt? No one should have to hold such a box of darkness. Johnson might counsel us that “our own healing proceeds from that overlap of what we call good and evil, light and dark. It is not that the light element alone does the healing; the place where light and dark begin to touch is where miracles arise.”

To get here we have to touch the shadow, acknowledge it, the parts given to us and the parts arising from within, and with time and tenderness we can even claim that darkness, and see it as gift.

This summer I had the strange experience of running each morning past my father’s headstone in the small community cemetery on the edge of my hometown in Alaska. On the first morning I went on that route, it was the first time I had been to this spot since the months following his death almost a decade prior. I could sense the ocean of grief welling up within me, the shame over the last years of his life, his mistakes and his death by his own hand, and I pushed it all down and kept running. For a month I ran past that spot each day, and each day the powerful feelings surged just beneath the surface.

On the last day we were in town, I sensed that it would be healthy for me to visit his grave one last time with intention, not just jogging past. I took the boys, and prepared to say goodbye again to my dad, not knowing the next time I’d be in that space. We gathered flowers and laid them on the headstone, and finally, an experience familiar to many, the dam burst and all the feelings came pouring out. I had a moment of conscious hesitation, as if I might be able to stuff it all back down, and no doubt I could have. But I chose in that moment to embrace the grief, to share it with my boys. It was a powerful moment, one I won’t soon forget. It opened up deep connections with both children and far from pushing them away in fear or concern, it drew us closer together. When we left the cemetery I recall a feeling of balance and centeredness that had not been there all month. It is that feeling of balance that I brought back with me into my ministry here at St. John’s, a groundedness that continues to root me more firmly in my vocation as priest, father, and husband. Such is the power of touching and embracing our own shadows.

I hope you will join us in reading Owning Your Own Shadow and explore ways that your own shadow self is a source of power and transformation in your life too.  I also hope you will join us in a deeper look at the issues that surround death and grief in our Sunday forum series. Blessings to you in Lent and look forward to spring and new life. I will see you in worship!

 

Originally published in the March-April 2019 Evangelist. 

 

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During Lent, St. John’s faith community is invited to journey into Owning Your Own Shadow: Understanding the Dark Side of the Psyche by acclaimed Jungian analyst and best-selling author Robert A. Johnson. This classic text provides powerful and accessible wisdom for “turning back” to our whole, true self during this Holy Season of “Metanoia.” Johnson writes, “To own one’s own shadow is to reach a holy place – an inner center – not attainable in any other way. To fail this is to fail one’s own sainthood and to miss the purpose of life.”

During my Curacy at St. John the Baptist Episcopal Church in Minneapolis, I had the privilege of studying this book at the invitation of the Rev. Susan J. Barnes: the Rector supervising my internships first as a transitional deacon and then as a curate. As a Priest in my first year of ministry I came to appreciate the importance of doing the essential “inner work” of owning my shadow as a daily spiritual discipline in order to cultivate resilience, authenticity, and wholeness as servant leader. I am continually challenged and inspired by Johnson’s invitation to people of faith, who together, “must restore the word religious to its true meaning; then it will regain its healing power. To heal, to bond, to join, to bridge, to put back together again — these are our sacred faculties.”

Members of St. John’s Men’s Group studied and discussed this book during their annual retreat in February, and St. John’s Thursday Book Group studied and discussed it in January and February. Here are some reflections on Owning Your Own Shadow from members of our Thursday Book Group:

Robert Johnson says that unless we own our shadow (and do conscious work on it), we will lay our shadow on others. Throughout history, human beings have “projected” their darkness onto other groups.  (Given the current divide in our country) I now see this problem in technicolor.  Ahh!!!  And I see the opportunity of digging for the “gold.” The Thursday Book Group is a place to be vulnerable, to share our experiences, to see something new and transformative – and perhaps, just perhaps, gain the courage to take action in an area that was previously hidden from our view. —Jill Thompson

In the second half of life. I find myself feeling incomplete. The construct of the shadow gives me a framework with which to seek completeness. Transforming conflict into paradox points a way forward. The religious experience is a way past the conflict rationality has trapped me in, letting me dwell in paradox to see a path forward.
—Dan Vogel

The mandorla, the space created when two circles overlap, is a powerful visual construct of healing in a world torn apart. This is a space of reconciliation and hope that will help me in moving forward to keep “the painful contradictions of life at bay.” I had not heard of this concept before. It will stay with me.
—Diane Wallace-Reid

Dave Borton shared the following prayer, whose author is anonymous, with our Book Group in response to the wisdom disclosed in Robert Johnson’s book. Perhaps, as a community of faith, we could each offer this prayer in our daily devotions during the Holy Season of Lent.

Lord, enlighten what is dark in me,

Strengthen what is weak in me,

Mend what is broken in me,

Heal what is bruised in me,

Revive whatever peace and love has died in me,

that in this journey through time and space

I may bring your healing and love to others. Amen.

 

-The Rev. Craig Lemming

 

Originally published in the March-April 2019 Evangelist.

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The Annunciation by
Allan Rohan Crite

by Richard Gray, Director of Music

Although his life was short-lived, Austrian composer, Franz Schubert and his musical works were prominent in the bridge between the late-Classical era and the early-Romantic era. Majorities of those works were secular pieces for solo voice but he was also responsible for symphonies, sacred music and chamber music. His influences came from such composers as Haydn, Mozart and Beethoven and his music, while it started small in Vienna, became quickly noticeable and acknowledged by people such as Mendelssohn, Liszt and Brahms. Still to this day, he remains one of the most popular composers of the nineteenth century.

This Lenten Season and in acknowledgement of the Feast of the Annunciation, the adult choir and Artaria String Quartet will be offering Schubert’s Mass in G Major, or, Mass No. 2 as it has also been referred to. Of the masses that he composed, this is a relatively shorter one on a smaller scale for four-part chorus, three soloists and accompanied by organ and a string quartet. The piece contains beautiful harmonies, flowing melodies and energetic rhythms that capture the many wonderful sides of Schubert’s personality and style of composing. While soloists are present, Schubert’s emphasis is on the choir and its devotional atmosphere through the music.

Written in 1815, the mass consists of six movements: Kyrie, Gloria, Credo, Sanctus, Benedictus and Agnus Dei. When our choir offers this work, you will hear each movement at its designated time during the service rather than as a whole. This is something new we are doing here at St. John’s rather than our usual Choral Evensongs, which highlight the Anglican tradition of worship. Our March event, known as a Solemn Evening Choral Eucharist, is similar to the structure we know on Sunday morning but elaborated. In addition to the Schubert, two other musical offerings will be a part of the service; Johannes Brahms’ Geistliches Lied (Let nothing ever grieve thee) to acknowledge the season of Lent and a Marian hymn sung by the choir and congregation that will celebrate the Feast of the Annunciation.

Being able to offer wonderful quality music within the context of worship is an experience like none other. St. John’s is blessed to have dedicated and talented musicians that make our ministry what it is. The rehearsal process alone is something that is exciting, to have the opportunity to spend time each week with groups of people who care deeply and work toward a common goal that is sacred music for our Lord.

 

Originally published in the March-April 2019 Evangelist.

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By the Rev. Barbara Mraz

 

The Crash

It was her first solo flight as a 29-year-old student pilot, a prerequisite for getting her license. As she flew the small plane over downtown St Paul, the plane’s engine sputtered and Sheryl Ramstad guided the crippled craft to the ground, being able to steer away from densely populated neighborhoods and freeways. She thought she was going to die but did not want to take others with her. It was 4:00 on a 4th of July weekend; the river was full of boats and the freeway was full of cars. She finally spotted an empty schoolyard that connected to an alley. Coming within ten feet of a woman sunbathing in her back yard, the plane bumped to a hard landing and became engulfed in flames from fuel in the tank, trapping Sheryl inside. “It was an inferno,” she says.

She finally burst through a door, crawled out and, badly burned, collapsed at the front of St Vincent’s Catholic Church. The priest came out and gave her last rites.

She was taken to the hospital with burns on 37 percent of her body. She spent seven weeks in the hospital, underwent multiple surgeries and for two years had to return to the hospital every day for rehabilitative therapy.

Sheryl was a wife, a lawyer, a federal prosecutor, and thought she was nearing the peak of her career. Her doctor considered amputating her right hand which was burned down to the bone but was able to graft skin on to it. Miraculously, it healed.

Reflecting on this experience some thirty years later, she said what saved her life was the split-second decision not to pull back on the controls of the plane—which would have been the natural instinct, to try to get it airborne again. Instead, she set the gears in landing mode, tried to steer the nose of the plane, and was able to get it down.

She has not pulled back on anything since.

Hospital

Not only did she have extensive burns, Sheryl gained sixty pounds in the first three days in the hospital. Doctors discovered she had a burst intestine, and a very risky surgery followed where she was given a ten percent chance of survival.

From her high-powered job as a lawyer, Sheryl was now dependent on others for the most basic care. She says she was lucky, not only because she eventually did heal, but because of the support she received from her family, friends and hospital staff. The nurses knew she had begun training for a marathon and told her to focus on that goal. Eventually, she ran seven of them. She also names a spiritual element in this experience: “God was my co-pilot.”

Career

Sheryl’s resume is impressive: Assistant Hennepin County Public Defender; Assistant U.S. Attorney; Hennepin County Judge; Minnesota Commissioner for the Department of Corrections in the administration of Governor Jesse Ventura; partner at Rider Bennett Law firm, and now Chief External Relations Officer at Hennepin County Medical Center. She is also the sister of long-time Congressman Jim Ramstad.

However, it is her experience aside from these roles that is equally impressive.

Some thirty years after her accident, Sheryl decided it was a time for a career change. So while working full-time as a judge she began taking prerequisite science courses (one at a time) so she could apply for the University of Minnesota Master in Nursing program. Her experience as a burn patient was still very much on her mind and she wanted to give back, to care for others who had undergone experiences similar to her own.

Eventually she was able to work as a nurse at the same burn center where she had been a patient thirty years earlier, at Regions Hospital. She says, “The most satisfying thing has been caring for burn patients who had burns covering up to 65% of their body, as well as patients whose limbs had been amputated as a result of the burns they had suffered. I understood what the patients and their families were going through on the long road to recovery. I tried to encourage them and provide care for them as had been done for me. Another reward was working side by side with five of the professionals – a surgeon, three nurses and a physical therapist – who had previously cared for me as a patient.”

Eventually, she received her Doctorate in Nursing Practice, Heath Innovation and Leadership from the University and went on to serve on numerous boards and in a variety of programs for burn victims and others who needed help. She is part of the Phoenix Society for Burn Survivors, International, and is president of the University of Minnesota Nursing Alumni Board.

Faith

Sheryl’s life has been about far more than her career. She and her first husband adopted three children, now grown. That marriage ended in divorce but she notes that “I’m in a much better place now.” Twelve years ago at St. Mark’s Cathedral she married Lee Larson, an executive with Benedictine Health, an organization that is an innovator in many areas of health care. They have a beautiful home and enjoy gardening, travel, biking, plays and movies. There are grandchildren out of town to visit. Now residents of St Paul, they joined St. John’s two years ago.

When she was Commissioner of Corrections, Sheryl came to admire the Prison Fellowship program for giving hope to the most hardened and hopeless offenders. In a speech she said this: “Many become suspicious of those who come to Jesus while they’re behind bars. Yet, as someone once said, ‘groanings that cannot be articulated are often prayers that cannot be refused.’ It’s Prison Fellowship’s vision that people who are impacted by crime can experience the redemptive grace and peace of Christianity. Prison Fellowship extends a hand of friendship that can serve as a buffer against the many rejections that an ex-offender faces.” As a wounded healer herself, she has offered the hand of friendship and assistance to many people in distress. She observes that everybody has “stuff;” that is, no one seems to get through life pain-free.

I’ve witnessed Sheryl in action: she brought a bouquet of flowers to the 8th floor of the hospital so they would be in my room an hour after my knee surgery; there were delicious meals at the door as soon as I got home; the perfect book offered as a gift; and a thoughtful visit from Sheryl and Lee coming home from the State Fair bringing mini-donuts and Sweet Martha’s chocolate chip cookies. She is the real deal and I am honored to call this outstanding woman my friend. All of us are lucky that Sheryl and Lee have made St. John’s their home.

 

Originally published in the November-December 2018 Evangelist.

 

 

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By Children, Youth, & Family Minister Jean Hansen

As I was listening to the Advent story in Godly Play today, I thought to myself, “this is my favorite Godly Play story!”  I say this about every story, really. I love the process of Godly Play, and what I learn from the children. The children know so much about the mystery; they are so serious and so close to God.

There’s so much to look forward to in the Advent story. There is so much anticipation during this season. Sometimes I run right through Advent without even recognizing it. The children reminded me that I need to be ready for Christmas—not the commercialism of Christmas, but the mystery of Christmas.

At this time of year we also begin preparing for the Christmas pageant. This beautiful retelling of how God came to be human and live among us, is told by our children every year at St. John’s. It’s such an important story, and children are the best ones to tell it. They are adorable, funny, and excited about the whole thing. And they are so ready to enter the mystery. Our children get to carry this important message of hope to all of us again. They get to tell the story of Christ’s birth, of God’s incarnate love. I believe this is something that most of us at St. John’s look forward to. We love to see our children perform in all of their cuteness.

But is “cute” what we’re trying to do? I’m not sure the children want to be thought of as cute. That doesn’t makes much sense for a faith community whose children are participating in one of the most mind-blowing mysteries of the entire Christian tradition. This is serious and important work.

Don’t get me wrong—I think they are cute, too. But the work they are doing is so much more than that. When we think of them as merely cute, we’re limiting them and we’re limiting what they are doing. They are telling one of the most important stories in the New Testament, and all along they are reminding us of how to stop and get ready for the mystery of Christmas.

 

Originally published in the January-February 2017 Evangelist.

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