The Bungee Cord 8-29-17

Hello,

     Surprise!

     Friday evening I had settled down to watch a news program when my wife called down to me that her brother, who we were expecting for a late dinner, had arrived, and I should come up to greet him.  The request seemed a bit odd, because he lives near us and often comes over for dinner, but it didn’t seem too odd to follow through on her request.  So, I climbed out of the couch and made my way up the stairs and to the front door.  When I opened the door, I discovered that my wife had lied to me.  It was not her brother.  It was my eldest son, my middle son, his wife (all from Denver), my youngest son, and his fiancée (both from NYC)!  Waving at me from their cars, the University of Illinois fight song blaring from a car radio, and in unison saying, “Happy Birthday!”

     Surprise!

     I was…….shocked, astounded, amazed, awash in joy…..surprised!  It was beyond my wildest dreams that my wife and my kids should pull off such a stunt of a cascade of love.  It meant the world to me, that my kids would so care to bring joy to my life that they would carve out time in their busy lives filled with their own personal interests to come and mark with me my 60^th birthday.  In a day and age when the ease of texts, skype, and phone calls bring people together, the fact that they came to be with me made a statement to me of their love for me that made an impression that delivered a dent of grace to my heart that can never be pounded out.  Humbled.  Blessed.  En-couraged.  En-livened.   Delighted.

     The three of them bookending 30 years old…well aware of my weaknesses and frailties, my failings and faults, my myopic vision …. still came to be with me at this milestone of my life.  Their visit ignited a vitality that will pulse for the rest of my life.

     Coming to be with someone carries a message that nothing else can match in clarity and in power, especially when that visit happens with no strings attached, attached from the past, the present, or the future.  When it is a complete surprise!

     That is the message of the Christian faith.  That the one who is fully aware of my weaknesses and frailties, failings and faults, my myopic vision…..my sins….would not just tell me that he loves me nonetheless, but would actually come to abide with me.  No strings attached from the past, the present, or the future.

John 1:14 ff., “And the Word became flesh and lived among us, and we have seen his glory, the glory as of a father’s only son, full of grace and truth. From his fullness we have all received, grace upon grace. The law indeed was given through Moses; grace and truth came through Jesus Christ. No one has ever seen God. It is God the only Son, who is close to the Father’s heart, who has made him known. “

     Surprise!  Maybe surprise is the spark that ignites the life changing grace and mercy of God our lives.  Maybe surprise is the spark that sets off the explosion of God’s love in our lives that leaves a dent that nothing….nothing….will ever be able to pound out.  Maybe surprise is what causes us to remember that God’s love for us is not extended because of who we are….it is extended in spite of who we are.

     The Christian message is this:  Jesus has come, does come and will come into your life to share it with you. 

     Surprise!

Have a great day.

God’s grace and peace,

Pastor Jerry Nuernberger

The Bungee Cord 8-21-17

Hello,

     I turn 60 this week.  60!

    I suspect that for younger readers of the Bungee Cord, that sounds pretty old, or at least it seemed old to me when I was young.  60!  But for those of you older readers, I suspect that 60 seems pretty young to you, and many who have passed this milestone in life have told me so.  Ah, 60!

     As I pass this milestone in my life, I am led to reflect on these 60 years.  To reflect with absolute amazement on all the things that have changed in the world.  Who would have ever believed in the year that I was born, 1957, that the phone that I carry in my pocket would be more powerful that a computer that filled rooms.  To reflect on all the pain and suffering that have etched their misery upon the retina of my eyes, and I find myself singing along with Jackson Brown…. “Doctor my eyes have seen the years and the slow parade of tears….”.  To reflect on the countless number of times that my heart has exploded in joy and wonder, creating a stream of memories that like marching bands have paraded through my life.  To reflect on my struggles and failures that like leaches live off of me and refuse to let go.  So many things to reflect on that have filled these 60 years…so many that I have forgotten more than I remember.

     But,

“³ When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers,
   the moon and the stars that you have established; 
⁴ what are human beings that you are mindful of them,
   mortals^* that you care for them?” (Psalm 8)

Although 60 years may be a long time for me filled with innumerable memories, the span and the events of my life do not add up to what God can gather in in the blink of God’s eye.  To the one whose hands have been endlessly at work creatively shaping the universe, and to the one whose vision encompasses time and beyond….the work of my hands and the gaze of my life is microscopic in substance and importance.  “What am I (a human being) that God is mindful of me, I (a mortal) that you care for me?”

     God answers that question by the Good Friday cross and the empty Easter tomb.  Everything.  That is God’s answer to this question.  What am I that God is mindful of me, I, that God cares for me?  I am everything to God.  So much do I mean to God that God gave everything in order that nothing might separate me from God.  So much do I mean to God that God conquered everything in order that nothing might take me from God.  God’s answer to the question that reflection on one’s life necessarily asks is, “Everything…everything to God.”

     Thing is that God’s answer is so outrageous that many find it hard to believe.  The product of an inner need to feel important.  Wishful thinking that stems from the fear of death.

     One thing that has happened to me in this span of 60 years, happened 36 years ago.  I married.  On the day that I got married, I heard someone say to me that I meant so much to her that she would let nothing ever separate us for as long as we both should live.  And the question that kept running through my mind?  “Who am I that someone should care so much for me?”  It seemed an outrageous thing to me.  An inner need?  Wishful thinking?

     Over the course of these years, I have come to believe the seemingly outrageous words that my wife spoke to me.  Her persistent love of me has made a believer out of me.  And so it is with God.  God’s persistent love of me has made a believer out of me.  Not the events of my life over these 60 years, but the relentless love with which God has filled each of my days has made a believer out of me.  As outrageous and unbelievable as it might be that I mean everything to God, God is determined that I would believe it….believe it so that I might live each day in divine peace, that I might confidently step in tomorrow after I have failed today, that I might stop spending all my time trying to become worthy and spend my time reaching out to those who the world has decided is not worthy of any one’s time, that I might look square eyed at my greatest fears and snicker with victorious delight.

     This week I turn 60.  60!  Don’t know how many days or years lie ahead, but this I have come to believe that as has been for 60 years…..  “What am I that God is mindful of me, I, that God cares for me?”  Everything!

     And so are you, too, no matter how old you are.

Have a great week.

God’s grace and peace, (ggap)

Pastor Jerry Nuernberger

The Bungee Cord  8-14-17

Hello,

     I am a bad golfer.  Off the tee anyone standing in the fairway, or at least my fairway, is under no threat of being struck by my ball.  Worms need to stay in their holes when I shoot my long shots.  If there is sand or water….I find it, and when I am on the green, I have a hard time finding the hole (maybe if there was sand or water in it, I would one putt every green).  I am a bad golfer.

     Nevertheless, I keep on golfing.  I golf, not for the sport of it, but for the exercise.  As many of you know, I am spending this summer trying to refocus and rejuvenate.  One of the prescriptions given to me to do so is to get some daily exercise.  That is where golf comes in.  There’s a course about 5 minutes from my house that if I get there before 8:00 a.m., it is wide open for me to play at my own pace.  So, with my clubs on my shoulders and my golf shoes on my feet, I walk and carry nine holes several times a week.  For the exercise.

     I have to keep on reminding myself that it is for the exercise and not for sport, because when I forget to maintain focus, I can find myself getting very frustrated and even upset, which defeats the purpose of doing things that help me clear my head.   After all, it is only golf.  So when I duff my tee shot, chunk my approach, blade my chip shot, and king kong my putt, I tell myself as I put my club back in my bag and put the straps over my shoulder, “It is only golf.”

     I find that an easier thing to say when I am playing by myself, because when I am playing with others whose skills exceed mine, embarrassment, failure, and despair creep their way into my psyche.  The score card that compares me to another lets me know how bad I am.  The time I spend looking for wayward balls while those who I am playing with are patiently waiting for me lets me know how bad I am.  The shots out of the sand that go sailing over the green and almost hit my playing partners let me know how bad I am.  Like I said, I am a bad golfer, and when I am playing with someone else, I find myself not humbled, but humiliated.

     Fact is, this is the way that, as Martin Luther would say, “the Devil, the world and my sinful self” are at work seeking to corrode my life with sadness and shame.  We never play life alone.  They take things and twist them around, often times making things that are of no great importance weigh heavy in our lives.  Things like the size of the house we live in, the status our job holds, the physique of our bodies, the style of the clothes that we wear, and the score on our golf card and make of them measures of our worth, and in doing so they always keep peace, hope, and joy at bay.

     But Jesus would remind us that it is only golf.  When it comes to worth and value, Jesus says, “I died and rose for you.  What could make you of any more or less value or worth.”  That is why Jesus gathers us together every week so that having heard the chorus of “the Devil, the world and my sinful self” throughout the week, he might speak with a solitary clarity of our worth and value.  Weekly worship doesn’t make us more valuable or worthy, it makes our value and worth clear in our lives….showing us that we do have something to offer our neighbor in need, that we do have something to stand upon when faced with the reflection in our mirrors, and that we do have something to count on in the presence of the divine.  Jesus died and rose for you and me.  What could make us more or less valuable than that.

     I am a bad golfer….but it is only golf.

Have a great week.

God’s grace and peace, (ggap)

Pastor Jerry Nuernberger