Lobdell Lantern

Our Birth Story

noreply@blogger.com (Stephanie R. Dyrness Lobdell) — Fri, 12 Oct 2012 03:53:00 +0000

Well, the time has come...time to put words to our birth experience. Josephine will be a month old in just 5 days (holy cow!!) and you'd think I would have sat done and written about this sooner, but I just wasn't ready. That sounds so dramatic, doesn't it? But it's true. Nothing went as planned and it has taken time to come to grips with it all. I have been sitting with the experience in my heart, waiting for it all not to feel quite so raw. So here we go...(prepare yourself...this might be a teeny bit lengthy, but hey it was a 24-hour labor so indulge me...)

Tommy and I had decided way back at the beginning of our pregnancy (after an unpleasant and disappointing doctor's appointment at a hospital) that we wanted to take an alternative path for our prenatal care, labor, and delivery. I had this overwhelming sense that God had designed my body to carry and bring forth this child and would empower me to do that and that unless absolutely necessary, I wanted to avoid medical interventions like medicinal pain management, epidurals, C-sections, etc. So, we ended up at the New Birth Company in Overland Park, KS, a free-standing birth clinic that supported women who wanted natural births. After talking with the midwives and doing lots of reading, we decided that we did indeed want a natural childbirth, meaning no medication or unnecessary medical interventions. Our prenatal care was excellent and we felt heard and understood by the nurses and midwives throughout the entire journey. I took a class on water birth as well so I could labor and deliver in the water if I so chose. A few weeks out from the birth, we also decided to hire a doula (basically a birth coach) who would help us articulate a birth plan, prepare as a couple and coach us through the birth itself alongside the midwife. The lady we hired was also a lactation consultant, which was important to me because I really wanted to get nursing off to a strong start. I exercised throughout my pregnancy, in part because I really didn't want to balloon up (in spite of which I gained quite a bit!) but also to prepare my body for the physical demands of natural childbirth.

Anyway, all that to say, we had a plan. A good one. But, we should have had an inkling that things might not go according to that plan when our darling little Josephine completely, and quite rudely I might add, ignored her due date and stayed put in my tummy, even after we expressly told her that her grandparents and Uncle were coming into town. Like I said, rude. It wasn't until Sept. 15th, Saturday night, a full five days after her due date, that contractions began, around midnight or so.

The contractions really weren't all that bad most of the night, like strong cramps. I downloaded a handy dandy iPhone app to help me keep track of the length and intervals. However by the time Sunday morning rolled around, the intensity had been ratcheted up about 15 notches and after several phone calls to the midwife, we left for the birth center around 11am. (Of course, our little PK would be born on a Sunday!!) When we got there, I was so pumped to learn I was already at 5cm. I honestly thought, sweet! We might have this kid by dinner time! Or at least in time for the evening news, lol! Little did I know...

Over the next several hours, we did the typical natural birth thing...laboring in the bath tub, sitting on the birthing ball, using the birth stool, laying down, walking a bit, breathing exercises. I tried to drink some of the smoothie the midwife made me but promptly puked that up, so no more smoothie for me. All the activity seemed to be moving the process along, just like they said it would and by 5:40pm or so, I was starting to push. And push...and push. The contractions started coming more and more frequently with very little rest in between. Tommy was my hero, remaining completely present to me throughout each contraction and physically supporting me, sometimes by bearing my full weight while I stood through contractions.

After about 2 or 3 hours into the pushing (it really is all quite foggy), I could sense that the midwife was getting frustrated that things weren't moving along the way she thought they should. At one point, Josephine started moving a lot and it was excruciating...different than contraction pain because I couldn't push through the pain of her movement. I could only endure it. As I writhed in pain, the midwife abruptly said, "You need to show a little more ownership of this birth." Ouch. Okay yes, I was thrashing a bit for a minute out of mind-searing pain, but her words really shamed me. It made my feel like I needed to apologize for something. What a terrible feeling to experience on top of the intense physical pain! Instead of encouraging me and cheering me on, each contraction became a mini lecture on how I wasn't pushing right or hard enough or long enough. After a particularly horrible contraction, I asked her in sheer desperation, "are we making any progress?" Her answer? "No. None at all." A few simple words and I felt paralyzed, hopeless. If I wasn't progressing, what could be done?

I wasn't aware of this at the time, but apparently after that lovely exchange, my champion husband took the midwife into the hallway and gave her a little "what for" concerning her words to me and their power to build up or tear down. When she came back in, she was much more affirming, for a time at least. During this whole blurred period, another midwife joined us who was considerably more encouraging and empowering, but at that point, I had been actively pushing for over 5 hours and JoJo was not coming. The original midwife sat down on my bed and presented two options: stop pushing and rest awhile (seriously?? that's an option during labor??) or be transferred to the hospital where they would give me pitocin to strengthen my contractions. The first suggestion was not really a viable option at all; it was utterly absurd. Even in my pain-induced zombie state, I knew that the idea of "stopping and resting" at this point in labor was nonsense. Within minutes she came back and said, "You need to go to the hospital now."

A thousand things started happening at once as our doula (who was fabulous through all this) started packing the car and Tommy called the hospital to make sure we could go to the Overland Park Hospital since we were Missouri residents and in the process of applying for Missouri state aid for health coverage for pregnant women and children (we have no maternity coverage). The midwives compiled our files and gave me a stack of papers to bring along to the hospital. How I held onto to those papers I'll never know, but with the assistance of the doula and Tommy (and maybe the second midwife...I have no idea), I made it to the car and Tommy drove the four miles to the hospital with our doula following behind in her van. We all agreed it would be faster for him to drive than to wait for an ambulance to come and pick me up. They couldn't have done anything anyway so off we went in the Scion, through a major construction area I might add where every bump rocked me to my very core.

When we arrived, we were rushed right in and tended to immediately. I was past the point of "managing the contractions" and was gasping and writhing through every contraction, which resulted in an oxygen mask strapped to my face in no time flat. The doctor came in to check me and was very blunt with us: "You've been pushing for a good deal longer than is normal to push. We can try the pitocin and give you another hour but really, I think the best option is a C-section." C-section...one of the main things this "natural mama" had wanted to avoid. But there wasn't much time to really process all of the emotions, regrets, fears, question, etc. at that moment. Tommy looked me in the face and encouraged me to make the choice, but we both knew; it had to be the C-section. I was so tired, so empty, so utterly drained physically, mentally and emotionally. The contractions were still coming strong even as we tried to make the decision. I looked into Tommy eyes and found an anchor there. I signed the paperwork and locked onto that anchor in my husband during those excruciating minutes as I waited for the nurses to come and take me away.

Within minutes, I was wheeled into the OR where the anethstesiologist began the process of giving me a spinal, another intervention I had wanted desperately to avoid. As I hugged that pillow as tightly as possible waiting for the needles to go in, I felt a contraction coming on and prayed as fervently as I could that God would stay the pain so I could be still. He heard my prayer as the contraction faded away and the medicine took effect almost instantly. There was a great deal of hustle and bustle around me, but all I could do was lay there and soak in the sweet relief that can only be experienced when great pain has finally subsided. It was like a gust of fresh air blowing straight into my lungs. I could have kissed everyone in that room, I felt to full of relief and elation. Soon, Tommy was at my side and the doctor began his work. Tommy held my gaze throughout, talking to me and asking me questions to help me focus on something other than the fact that I was being sliced open behind the ominous blue sheet. There are no words to describe the strength that I gathered from my sweet husband's presence and steadiness during those moments. There was no fear, just a sense that I was loved and that all would be well.

As I laid there on the table, the doctor brought Josephine out into the world, but we didn't realize it because she didn't cry, not a single peep. The room, which had been pretty light-hearted and all-around quite lively, became very serious very quickly as they tended to her. But the silence didn't last long and before we knew it, we heard our precious girl let out her first cry. Only after she was out and safe did the doctor tell us that Josephine had been firmly lodged in my hip and wouldn't not have been able to descend without intervention. Not only that, it was providential (read: God's grace) that she was stuck because the cord was wrapped around her neck twice, hence the heavy silence as she emerged. Had she not been stuck, she likely would have suffered consequences from the cord being wrapped around her little neck, a mental handicap perhaps or worst case scenario, she could have been stillborn. It wasn't until the next day that I fully appreciated the gravity of the doctor's words. So many things that could have happened but didn't, by the grace of God alone. So many things that fell into place, like that health care aid we applied for, for which we were approved the day after Josie was born and they back-dated our care to Sept. 1st, which means that our C-section is covered. We could have gone into major debt (a huge hindrance in ministry, particularly cross-cultural ministry), but the Lord provided. So many things...and God remembered us through it all.

So no, nothing went as planned. Nothing at all. But we did get to experience the goodness of God in a thousand unexpected ways. I would be dishonest if I said that this profound spiritual experience wipes out all the pain, both physical and emotional, that I experienced at the birth center. It doesn't. I am still disappointed and somewhat angry at how I was mistreated and shamed by that midwife. In the weeks and months to come, I will still have to wrestle with the fact that I did not have the birth I had hoped and planned for and remind myself that I did not fail. I did my best and ultimately carried and birthed a beautiful baby girl, even if the delivery wasn't "natural."

Ultimately, just down the hallway sleeps a sweet baby girl, Josephine Bradley Lobdell, a little bitty human entrusted into our care that we are getting to know and love more each day. So in the end, all truly is well. Thanks be to God.

At the birth center

Sweet baby cries!

Skin to skin with mommy....so precious.

Daddy changing the first diaper!

What an amazing husband and father he is!

I am blessed beyond measure by this man's love.

Tick-tick-tickin' away...

noreply@blogger.com (Stephanie R. Dyrness Lobdell) — Fri, 07 Sep 2012 14:48:00 +0000

Tick-tick-tickin' away.....Bonus points to whoever can identify the music group that sang that song! Hint: it was 90's classic in any youth group worth its salt! I was only about 8 when it was big, but as a youth pastor's kid, I considered myself a teen starting at about age 4! For whatever reason (maybe from hanging around all those teenage girls in the early 90's) I've always loved dangly earrings and for some inexplicable reason at the age of 8, I had these neon pink and green alarm clock dangly earrings that I loved. I felt so grown-up with dangly earrings and they totally went with the cool tick-rock song! So naturally I felt incredibly cool wearing them, along with my hot pink tube socks, of course.

That song was super catchy and while the deeper theological meaning likely went unobserved by the average teenage listener, I'm fairly certain that the tick-tock song was intended to be an (overly simplified and almost certainly Darby-esque) eschatological statement. But the aim of this post is certainly not to offer up a critique of the eschatology of 90's Christian rock songs, lol. Time has just been on my mind. Like a lot. A lot, a lot. Baby girl has decided she will come just when she feels like it, and not a moment sooner. And I'm annoyed. Annoyed because everyday that I'm still pregnant, I am reminded how very much I am no longer in total control of my life. A new person is entering the scene with her own personhood, will, and desires. Maybe that's giving an unborn child a little too much credit, but whatever, lol. It's how I feel. But I'm also anxious because my family is coming into town on Tuesday and get to stay for one week. One week. And if she isn't born before or during their stay, my parents won't meet her until Christmas and my brother until March at the earliest!! So I'm feeling the pressure. (And yes, double entendre certainly intended. )

Over that last few months, I've been reading through Scripture chronologically having started in Judges. It's been a smidge depressing to watch the rapid rise and fall or Israel, all the disobedience and sin, the exile, the return to the rubble that was once Jerusalem. Recently I got to the book of Esther. Esther is certainly one of those books you could buzz through in about 20 minutes but for some reason, I've been lingering there. For about a week, I was fixated on about two verses; it was like those few words had something to say to my soul and I just needed to soak in them for a bit (but that's another blog post that will have to wait). Lately, I've been thinking about the most infamous phrase from the book that is likely very familiar: "for such a time as this". After Mordecai asks Queen Esther to risk her life for her people by approaching the king uninvited, he suggests to her that perhaps the Lord placed her in her position as queen for "such a time as this". I've always thought that was such a profound truth, and so poetically put. "For such a time as this."

I confess I don't know a syllable of legit Hebrew (other than a few vague things about 'ruach' and 'hesed' like any seminary grad) but I have done some work with Greek and I can't help but think that the author of Esther, had he/she written this story in Koine, would have taken advantage for the Greek word, kairos. You know how in English we have multiple words for certain things or concepts, like the concept of desire for example? You could say, "I want to go back to school someday." Great, that communicates a desire for more education. But you could also say, "I long to go back to school someday." Different word, but technically the same idea; you desire more education. But it's pretty easy to identify the connotations hovering behind those two words, right? There is a difference between 'want' and 'long'. The latter feels so much weightier, right? So much more involved, more impassioned somehow. Greek has lots of words like this, multiple words for similar concepts but with significant variation in connotation. The concept of time is one such example. In Greek, a speaker or writer can talk about time in terms of chronos or kairos. Chronos probably sounds a little familiar, like chronology maybe?? This word is used to indicate time as simply that, time: the passing of seconds, minutes and hours. The word kairos is a but more nuanced, a little more layered in terms of significance. Kairos is about more than just the passing of second, minutes, and hours; it's about the right time, that opportune second, that "just exactly right" moment to act or speak. It's all over the place in Scripture, like in Romans 5:6 where Paul writes, "For while we were still weak, at the right time Christ died for us." Or in Revelation 22:10 where the angel says to John the Revelator: "Do not seal up the words of the prophecy of this book, for the time is near." In both verses (and in countless others), there is this sense that God is acting, or is about to act, at just the right time, when all things are set in place as God sees fit.

All that information about kairos vs. chronos and all that jazz is really pretty meaningless without that last phrase though, isn't it? As God sees fit. I'm sure Sarah and Hannah (both OT women of faith) could have argued that God was a little late acting on their behalf, definitely not acting in kairos time in their opinion, but God was ultimately glorified at just the right time through these women and their offspring. Same with the people of Israel. They certainly would have appreciate the arrival of the Messiah a few centuries earlier but at just the right time God sent Jesus, in the flesh, born of a woman and born under the Law to save God's people and ultimately the world. At just the right time.

So as I sit here, feeling as big as a walrus and about as mobile as one too (ok...that's an exaggeration, lol), anxious about the timing of my daughter's arrival and my family's visit, wondering when in the world this whole things is actually going to go down, I take a deep breath and remind myself: at just the right time. Kairos time, God's schedule, when God sees fit.

Motherhood and gender equality

noreply@blogger.com (Stephanie R. Dyrness Lobdell) — Fri, 31 Aug 2012 13:46:00 +0000

Hmmm, motherhood and gender equality...kind of a heavy title don't ya think? The whole issue has been on my mind quite a bit lately for several reasons, the most obvious being the impending birth of our daughter of course. And of course there's the annoying reality that while my husband certainly wants to be compassionate and understanding and certainly anticipates baby girl's arrival eagerly, there is just no way he can be quite as "constantly aware" of our child and her arrival as I am. She's kicking me in the stomach after all, not him, lol. And that injustice irks me.

But it goes beyond that, all the way to current public debate. I don't know if you've noticed that abortion has become a front and center issue this election season. Of course it's always an issue on some level, but the debate has risen to new heights with the help of Todd Akin and his astute (ahem...sarcasm) remarks on the subject. Whether one is liberal or conservative, it cannot be denied that the issue of abortion, motherhood, and gender equality are intimately intertwined. Now, don't out freak out on me and assume that because I raise this issue that I am more concerned about women's rights than babies' rights or something absurd like that. I am concerned about human rights. The fired up abortion debate and the (in my opinion) indefensible position of many who would prohibit abortion under any and all circumstances has caused me to ponder and reflect upon the undercurrents of gender equality that rage beneath the surface of this debate and what that means when it comes to parenthood. Many of those who would ban abortion even under the most dire of circumstances (potential death or major injury of mother, rape, incest, etc.) would balk at equally stringent laws placed upon the fathers of those unborn children, like mandatory medical procedures (snip, snip anyone?), mandatory prison time and felony status for those who abandon their children, serious wage garnishments regardless of whether or not the man has rights to the child or not, etc. But, no. The woman is called upon to bear the entire burden of what may (or may not) have been her choice. My proposed solution is not to kill babies, but to demand (and enforce) complete male accountability and participation in the life and care of his offspring.

Now what in the world does that have to do with my impending delivery? You, dear reader, may or may not understand this, but there is twinge of fear in my heart as I approach motherhood, because for whatever reason I feel the weight of these same issues, albeit in different forms. I feel the responsibility for this child in such an intense way, in a way that Tommy cannot yet feel. And I feel it distinctively as a woman, as the source of sustenance for this little one both now and when she arrives (yes, I'm nursing). Tommy's role as a daddy (a role in which I have no doubt he will excel) will be categorically different than my role as a mommy. And that makes me uncomfortable. I can see your digital eyebrows raise even as I type.

Why the concern about "differences" you may ask? Can women and men not differ and still be equal? (keep in mind we're not talking about physical differences, but primarily differences in roles, job/vocation, cultural expectations, parenting, etc.). Of course, one might say. Of course we can be different (in essential ways) and maintain egalitarian relationships and marriages! Why not! Well, to my ears "different but equal" sounds alarmingly similar to "separate but equal" and I know we've all seen that picture of that runty, dirty little "colored" drinking fountain next to that big, porcelain "whites" drinking fountain. We sigh and shake our heads at the foolhardiness, at the absurdity of the suggestion that anything can be separate but equal when one group gets the primary voice. And yet, how often that same argument is used to preserve male-centered hierarchical structures and social systems to the detriment of women (and their basic rights and dignity). Beneath the facade of the "celebration" of women and traditional female roles lurks the unspoken social more: we'll celebrate this as a society as long as you surrender your voice, your rights, and ultimately your personhood to the greater good while we men do the real work.

So as a mommy-to-be, a role I plan to embrace and embody to the uttermost, how do I embrace the unique nature of motherhood and the precious gift it is without surrendering my personhood, my identity, my vocation, and ultimately my voice, in both the private and public domain? How do I reconcile the distinct differences between the genders without denying the unique nature of each one of us, male and female? What part might the followers of Christ have to play in reframing society's (and perhaps even more so, the church's) hierarchical view of gender, however implicit, and the unique nature of both male and female? But perhaps the most pertinent question of all is, as Tommy and I are both transformed into mother and father how do we navigate these waters of essential gender differences, and not drive each other mad in the process?? :-) My prayer remains to be that God will transform us both into the image of the Son Jesus that we might embody the culture of the Kingdom of God, where true equality shall be the order of the day for all eternity.

A gentle breeze

noreply@blogger.com (Stephanie R. Dyrness Lobdell) — Tue, 21 Aug 2012 14:33:00 +0000

My word, who starts a blog and then ignores it for 5 months? Apparently this girl. :-) My meager self-defense is two-fold. First, this has been the most insane summer ever and second, my fingers are starting to get puffy thanks to baby girl and typing can be a trial, lol. No, it's not that bad, but I do feel like I've come down with a serious case of sausage fingers. But in all honesty, it has been a crazy few months. Here are the highlights:
- I've been vigorously growing a human being, not something to shake a stick at
- I graduated from seminary and preached the Corlett sermon, what an incredible, humbling privilege
- Tommy's mother passed away after an extended illness. In spite her illness, her death was not expected and was quite a shock. Tommy was gone for three weeks (three Sundays for those that mark time like a preacher!!) It was a challenge for us both, me flying solo at home while he dealt with the pain of helping his mother die well.
- teen camp, 6 months preggo!
- dog sitting for lovable, if not somewhat nutty Labrador named Delilah Joy :-)
- mission trip (I was home alone for during that one)
- vbs
- district assembly (during which we had a good deal of responsibility including speaking at the Wednesday night service)

It felt like one thing after another, ya know? It took its toll on me physically and emotionally and I ended up handing over the preaching to Tommy about a month earlier than I had expected to. This intense schedule of events topped off with renewed challenges in the life of our church and my change in medicine made for a difficult summer, in spite of the many things there are to celebrate.

It's been one of those seasons where things that perhaps normally wouldn't ruffle your feathers feel like life or death issues. (I humbly acknowledge that pregnancy hormones have contribute to that). There have been moments where I have asked myself, seriously? This is our life? This craziness? This seemingly endless conflict in the life of church? This tension and frustration? This disappointment and sadness? And yet, for whatever reason, I don't even remember how this passage came into my life this summer, the Spirit has seemed to ask me over and over again: mortal, can these dry bones live? And like Ezekiel, all I have been able to say in response is: Lord, you alone know. (Ezekiel 37)

I wish I could say that I have without question or exception placed my trust in the hope of the resurrection and in the God who breathes new life into dead things, but it hasn't always been that way. I have had moments of anger, of apathy (which feels way worse than anger), and blatant doubts about my ordination vows I took only a year ago. And yet regardless of my failings, doubts and wonderings the breath of the Spirit seems to be blowing, ever so gently into our lives.

As I type this, I am sitting on the back porch area at seminary. It's gorgeous outside as the sun is shining gently and a soft breeze is blowing. It's one of those moments where you're not too hot or cold, the wind isn't blowing your hair in your face very two seconds and you feel like you just can't get enough of the beauty no matter how hard you try. As the breeze kisses my face, I am reminded yet again that the breath of the Spirit can and does breathe new life into dead things, into heaps of dry bones that have longs since lost their marrow.

Things are happening, both in our church and in our hearts. New life is emerging. I call to mind the verse from Isaiah 66:9, which says: "I will not cause pain without allowing something new to be born". Seems fitting, doesn't it? This verse has obvious (if not completely non-contextual) meaning from me as I approach baby girl's birth and delivery. But it also speaks to the pain I've experienced over the last two years professionally and the pain my beloved flock has experienced and reminds me that God does not allow (or "bring" however your theology might swing) pain to no end. God works for the good and brings new life. Thanks be to God. I want my life to be marked by trust in this God of life.

Why hello little robin!

noreply@blogger.com (Stephanie R. Dyrness Lobdell) — Tue, 20 Mar 2012 17:26:00 +0000

So I made a confession on Sunday morning from the pulpit: I talk to robins. The birds. Like, out loud. For whatever reason, since college whenever I see the very first robin of spring, I feel the need to greet it. Ya know, just let her know I'm glad they are back and hope they have a successful egg season and of course let them know that Penelope will never actually catch them so no need to worry about her incessant beagle barks. After service, one older man in my church (who sweetly calls me 'Preacher') said, "I don't know about that talking to robins stuff...might call for a psychiatric hospital!" He was totally joking of course and we laughed together at my quirkiness.

But no amount of teasing or chuckles will ever prevent me from talking to the robins, or stopping and evaluating tree buds on the side of the road or marveling over the random patches of daffodils that seem to pop all over around here. It's just all so lovely, so hopeful. And I just want to say thanks to God who is just so stinkin' creative and generous in his outpouring of love on us. Just like my new medicine (which seems to be doing a decent job thus far), I see those little robins and daffodils as a means of grace, as God smiling down at us and asking, "Do you like it? I made them with you in mind." So thank you, thank you, thank you.

On a pastoral note, there is another reason I love spring. It reminds me that even after a long winter when it seems like everything is dead and buried, there is always new life waiting beneath the surface. There are days when I wonder what in the world God is doing and what does God want to do in this church I pastor. I wonder if I'm up for the job, if I'm doing what God wants me to do, if I'm becoming the leader and shepherd God wants to shape me into. I don't always see life just blossoming up all over the place. A lot of times, it feels like there are a lot of wilted plants around me, parched for want of God's presence or choked by the weeds sin. So I wonder, God what are you doing?

And then I look outside and everything, and I do mean everything including the tree bark itself, is turning this fantastic shade of green. The tree on the side of my house that I thought for sure was on it's last leg is full of tiny buds, just waiting to burst into leaves. Perhaps it is the same with this congregation, these precious people and this community. Perhaps new life is just lurking below the surface. May it be so in my parish and in my heart.

A vision of hope in the midst of chaos

noreply@blogger.com (Stephanie R. Dyrness Lobdell) — Tue, 28 Feb 2012 14:37:00 +0000

Been doing a lot thinking about hope lately, largely in part because I feel like I haven't had much to spare. Since my first doctor appt. for Little Lobdell, I had to go off a new depression medicine that I began taking in September. (Read here for how that medicine has been a means of grace to me.) But now, it's not an option. And it has been hard. It has been hard to look down the road more than a couple days in advance without immediately falling into despair or becoming so overwhelmed by emotion that I feel totally numb.

As he always is, Tommy has been so kind and supportive. Saturday night was pretty yucky and instead of trying to fix it as I'm sure he wanted to do, Tommy just took my hands, looked me in the eyes and said, "Trust me." Trust that when I can't see clearly, he will see for me...Trust that when I feel all is lost, he will remind me that it isn't...Trust that when I'm pretty sure I'm the worst person in the world, he tells me I am loved. What a gift that man is to me.

But even the most loving support doesn't take away the heaviness of the burden that is depression. So, on kind of a whim yesterday as I was writing in my journal, I asked God to heal me. If not forever, than for the next 18 months. (I can't have the medicine if I'm nursing either.) I suppose I hesitate to ask for healing for the same reasons that everybody else does: doubt, fear that God will say no, fear of how I will handle a "no" if it comes, etc. But, I am setting that aside and I am asking for healing. My family is praying with me in this, that God will set me free from the weight of this burden so I can be the Jesus follower, the wife, mommy, pastor, and friend that I long to be.

I preached out of Mark 4 the other day, the calming of the sea passage. As I was preparing for it, I was reminded of all the chaos in our world, stuff like depression, death, cancer, broken relationships, etc. All of this chaos is not God's will for the world and one day, he will calm that sea, and ultimately as we are told in the Revelation to John, there shall be no more sea at all, thanks be to God. But, I am praying for a glimpse of that glass sea for this season of my life, a glimpse into healing and restoration. God, remember me and act on my behalf. All glory to you.

The irresistible temptation to REACT

noreply@blogger.com (Stephanie R. Dyrness Lobdell) — Mon, 13 Feb 2012 15:49:00 +0000

Reacting vs. Responding....my conundrum of the day. And by 'day' I mean the past year and a half. I am discovering how different these two words truly are. But let me clarify my terms. I understand "reacting" to mean the quick, almost involuntary, elicited corresponding action to someone else's behavior. In contrast, I understand "responding" to mean the intentional and informed corresponding actions to someone else's behavior. As of late, I have been been confronted with the almost irresistible temptation to react instead of respond on several occasions, the first being a relational crisis between two girls and the second being an unfair (and untrue) rumor about my husband floating around, being perpetuated by church members no less. I have to confess that on the first occasion, I gave in and reacted based on the "crisis" and wound up tangled in misunderstandings. The second, I am still fighting off as we speak. In fact, this blog post is occupying my fingers so I don't dial the phone. There is nothing I would rather do more than react to these people's foolish (and sinful) behavior as quickly and thoroughly as possible, which would mean some seriously stern phone calls.

But I am checked in my spirit. I am learning (slowly but surely) that when I feel that irresistible, urgent, almost frantic need to react to someone's behavior, my motives are usually self-oriented and punitive in nature rather than other-focused and redemptive. If I am frantically searching the house for the phone and directory, trying desperately to find someone's number as quickly as possible, I am in serious danger of reacting instead of responding. Bummer, because reacting is so exciting and easy justified as the just, Christian, maybe even pastoral thing to do. Responding feels so sleepy and 'mature.'

Yesterday, I taught a membership class and we talked about Christian holiness. In discussing the topic, I use words like empowerment, obedience, restoration, and radical optimism and always sum it all up with the term 'lordship.' Who is in charge and who gets the final say? So I am convicted. Am I more anxious to react in order demonstrate my righteous indignation and exercise my pastoral authority than I am to wait, listen and respond in accordance with the voice of my Lord?

So, where do you stand on the issue? Is 'reacting' ever justified? How do we discern the appropriate times to react immediately as needed from the (likely more frequent) times when an intentional, prayerful, delayed response is more appropriate? And why on earth is reacting such a temptation??? Enlighten me folks.

Uncomfortable spaces...

noreply@blogger.com (Stephanie R. Dyrness Lobdell) — Wed, 08 Feb 2012 14:14:00 +0000

I haven't written in awhile, mainly because I've been keeping a big secret and I didn't think I could blog without spilling the beans! Tommy and I are expecting our first baby September 10th! We are excited/scared/anxious/thrilled/freaked out/happy all at the same time. If you would have asked me three or four years ago if I wanted kids, I would have given you an ambivalent "eh, maybe." At that point, school was my priority and the two seemed incompatible for me, an academic woman in ministry and a mom? But as I continue to mature and deepen my understanding of my call, of womanhood, and true gender equality, being a mom doesn't seem so incompatible anymore. Even though I feel like crap half the day thanks to my lovely little grape-sized guy or gal, I have a sense that this pregnancy will be empowering and, instead of detracting from who I always thought I wanted to be, it will shape me in unexpected and powerful ways.

For now though, all the lovely language of empowerment and womanhood takes a backseat to feeling kinda crummy, both physically and emotionally. All the nausea and tiredness was expected, but I didn't expect the waves of feeling completely overwhelmed by everything and anything. It seems like the simplest things, like choosing a VBS curriculum, can send me into a spiral of despair and anxiety. Good times.

I have been reading 2 Samuel and I read today about poor Uzzah, the guy who tried to prevent the ark from falling was struck down by God for his efforts. Not my favorite passage. But, as I reflect on my own (slightly irrational, pregnancy-enhanced) anxiety, I wonder if I'm like Uzzah. Instead of trusting God to do and preserve God's work, I feel the compulsive need to get my hands in there to make sure it all goes smoothly. And somehow, I justify my sin of worry and anxiety concerning God's work by attributing it to my deep care or my role as shepherd or whatever. But if I'm honest, it comes down to a lack of trust and an unwillingness to live in the tension of unresolved issues, waiting on God to make the way clear. When I resist that uncomfortable space, I make decisions based not on God's instruction but on my own fear-based anxieties. The reading from God Calling today said this, "You cannot be anxious if you know that I am your supply." May I submit my anxieties time and again to the One who will meet all my needs according to his riches in glory in Christ Jesus.

Adapted Wesleyan Covenant Service

noreply@blogger.com (Stephanie R. Dyrness Lobdell) — Tue, 17 Jan 2012 14:50:00 +0000

We recently did a Wesleyan Covenant Service at our church, the first ever. I was a little apprehensive about it just because it is much more formal than our normal services, but with adaptations, it seemed to go very well. The Spirit was clearly present and people responded to that holy movement. Because I scoured the internet for resources on this, I though I would share what I have. I used the original as much as possible, but referred to three other modern adaptations for guidance, including versions by George Lyons and Jeren Rowell. However, I didn't feel comfortable embracing anyone else's work so I ended up doing most of the adaptations myself with a few exceptions. I hope it is of some help to people. I also have an accompanying powerpoint and booklet I'm more than happy to share.

Kingston Covenant Service

Taken and adapted from John Wesley’s Covenant Service

Welcome, History, and Purpose

Grace and peace to you, the Lord’s church. Today is a special day. Last week, we heard the story of the three magi and the mission of God for the entire world. We were reminded of the vision that God has given to us as God’s church: Encounter God, experience community and enter into God’s mission. As I explained a little bit last week, today we are going to participate in a Wesleyan covenant service. It will be a little bit different in some really simple ways. The worship songs will be sung throughout the service, not just at one time. A few people from the congregation will be doing some readings throughout the service and you will be called to participate in a couple short readings. There will be a time for a response at the altar as well. You have a booklet today that will guide you through the service itself.

John Wesley, one of our primary forefather’s in our faith tradition insisted that to be a mature disciple of Christ required the joining of believers in a covenant “to serve God with all our heart and with all our soul.” In August of 1755, Wesley conducted one of these services and about 1,800 renewed their covenant with God to which Wesley said, “the fruit of it shall remain forever.” And that is the desire of your pastors’ hearts; that the words that are spoken today, the covenants made and renewed to serve Christ will produce fruit that will last.

The whole purpose of this service is come together at the start of this year 2012 and be reminded of our deep need for God’s grace. We need to acknowledge that our need of his grace is deeper than just forgiveness for wrong acts, but rather goes beyond to the cleansing work of God’s Spirit at the very core of our beings. We set aside this morning as a time to pause and reflect on the year ahead and on our commitment to the Lord Jesus this year. It is too easy to be satisfied with the spiritual state of our hearts. It is too easy to allow the status quo to continue unquestioned. So today, we will stop and consider our need for God’s forgiving and cleansing work and renew our commitment to be a disciple of Christ in 2012, renew (or perhaps begin) a covenant with God. The word covenant may sound foreign to you. It is simply a sacred vow made between two parties, much like wedding vows. Each party makes a commitment to the other. So today, we will enter into or renew a covenant with God, for he has already made a covenant with us, by sending his Son for us and for our salvation.

Let’s pray: Almighty God, unto whom all hearts are open, all desires known, and from whom no secrets are hid: Cleanse the thoughts of our hearts by the inspiration of your Holy Spirit, that we may perfectly love you and worthily magnify your holy name; through Jesus Christ our Lord, Amen.

Come let us join ourselves to the Lord in an everlasting covenant, which will never be forgotten.

Hymn: Take my life and let it be (455)

As we think about (contemplate) the significance of covenanting with God, we must consider three things that undergird this eternal decision:

1. We must remember that eternal things are much more considerable than temporal things, things of this life. It is easy to become so wrapped up in day to day living that we neglect those things of eternal significance. We must intentionally remember that eternal things are much more important that temporal things.

2. We must also remember that things unseen are just as certain as the things that are seen. The author of Hebrews tells us that faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen. Just because we can’t see something with our physical eyes, doesn’t mean it isn’t real.

3. Finally, we must remember that our eternal lot depends on our present choice, to follow or not to follow Christ.

That in mind, as we enter 2012, we must make our choice, to the right or to the left. Choose Christ with his yoke, his cross, and his crown. Or choose the devil with his wealth, pleasures, and curse. Ask yourselves: What is it going to be? The crown or the curse, bearing in mind that we must be content to submit to the cross and yoke of Christ, his service and sufferings if we want to share that crown.

This isn’t a one-time decision, made at the altar of a country church long ago or at the altar of a children or teen camp or even in the privacy of your home. This is a decision that requires continued renewal and recommitment. If we say we aren’t quite sure about this level of commitment to Christ, we have already made our choice for darkness. A middle of the road commitment isn’t an option. It is yes to Christ or yes to the Evil One. There is no other option, no neutral territory.

Let us make the choice to adventure with Christ! Let us acknowledge our inability to save ourselves or make ourselves clean and instead throw ourselves on his righteousness. We could make 1,000 resolutions to do better or be better, but apart from Christ, we are separated from the presence of God and destined for death. We can do nothing a part form him. But, Christ reaches out his hand to us and asks, “Will you adventure with me? I alone can bring you to God.”

So, Jesus we ask you, if I stop trying to save myself through good works and religious ritual, and instead trust only in your blood and righteousness, will you bring me to God? We must acknowledge our sin before God and our great need of a Savior, not only once but continually. To acknowledge our sin regularly before God does not mean that we don’t believe that we can be freed from sin, but it rather it is an admission that we are fallen and we continually make mistakes, sometimes on purpose and sometimes without even realizing it. So, we are right to confess our sins, both conscious and unconscious, to God. Follow along and join in where it says “people”

PASTOR: Do you deeply sense your sins and hopelessness without Christ?

PEOPLE: We do sense our need. We see ourselves as sinners in need a Savior.

READER 1: The Spirit of God has awakened us; We cry, "Lord, what am I! What is this darkness that surrounds me? These chains that weigh on me? Is there no hope of escaping out of this wretched state? I am dead, if I continue as I am. What must I do to be saved?"

READER 2: When we realize our sin and its danger, we look for help, but we tend to look everywhere else before we turn to Christ. It is as if we must hit rock bottom before we turn to Him. We try to just be better and turn away from bad habits. We may try religious with prayers and sermons and Christian practices and look for salvation there.

PASTOR: But all of these things, though useful in the right place, are no help. These things are cry out, “You are knocking at the wrong door. Salvation is not in us.” Do you now utterly give up your own goodness, or do you trust in anything but Christ?

PEOPLE: Lord, be merciful to us. What shall we do?

READER 3: We dare not remain as we are, and we cannot help ourselves. Our praying will not help us. Our hearing will not help us. If we give all our goods to the poor, if we should give our bodies to be burned, all this would not save our souls. Woe unto us. What shall we do?

PASTOR: You must let your sins go. You must let your righteousness go. Christ came not to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance. He came to seek and to save those that are lost.

Hymn:
- Nothing but the Blood
- Grace Greater than all our sins

Will you now adventure with Christ? We will covenant with him? Will you, this year, commit to a life of complete devotion to God? You have three powerful reasons as assurance:

1. God’s initiative. God sent his Son, born of a woman, to be sin for us, that we might be saved through him. Jesus is redeeming and reconciling the world to himself. This is all God’s doing, apart from any action, good or bad, on our part.

2. God’s command. God has commanded us to believe on the name of Jesus Christ, His Son. If you believe that Christ Jesus is Lord, you will be saved.

3. God’s promise. God sent his Son into the world so that whoever believes in him, will not die, but have eternal life with Him. We have God’s word on the matter.

Because we have these three assurances from God (his initiative, command and promise) we may be bold and courageous to adventure with Christ this year, 2012.

SONG: I Will Follow

Let us pray. Follow along and join in where it says “people”

PASTOR: Lord Jesus, here I am, a lost creature, an enemy to God, under His wrath and curse. Will You, Lord, take me as I am, make me right with God, and save my soul?

PEOPLE: Do not refuse me, Lord, for if You refuse me, to whom then shall I go?

PASTOR: If I had come claiming my own righteousness, You would have sent me away; but since I come at your command, do not reject me.

PEOPLE: Lord, help me. Lord, save me.

PASTOR: We come, Lord. We believe, Lord. We throw ourselves upon Your grace and mercy. We trust Your saving death alone to save me. Do not refuse us. We have nowhere else to go. Here we will stay.

PEOPLE: We will trust You, and rest in You, and risk ourselves for You.

PASTOR: On You we lay our hope for pardon, for life, for salvation. If I perish, I perish on Your shoulders. If I sink, I sink in Your ship. If I die, I die at Your door. Do not bid us to go away, for we will not go.

ALL: Amen.

Pastor: Now that we have confessed our sins, the time has come to make our commitment to him.

I ask you, as we enter into 2012, yield yourselves now to the Lord. As His servants, give up being in charge of yourselves and turn over the authority to Christ. "Do not let any part of your body become an instrument of evil to serve sin. Instead, give yourselves completely to God, for you were dead, but now you have new life. So use your whole body as an instrument to do what is right for the glory of God." " Don’t you realize that you become the slave of whatever you choose to obey? You can be a slave to sin, which leads to death, or you can choose to obey God, which leads to righteous living. You are God’s servants; obey Him! Yield yourselves so fully and finally to the Lord that from here on out, you may be only the Lord’s.

Those who yield themselves to sin and the world say in their hearts, "Sin, I am yours; World, I am yours; Riches, I am yours; Pleasures, I am yours."

Rather, with the Psalmist, let us say to the Lord:

ALL TOGETHER: I am Yours, My God; I reverence You. I dedicate myself to Your service.

PASTOR: In so giving yourselves to the Lord, you affirm that with all your heart, you will be contented with what He asks you to do as your service to Him.

Let Him assign you to your work. Christ has many services to be done; some are more easy and honorable, others more difficult and menial.

Some are suitable to our preferences and interests; others not so much (are contrary to both). In some we may please Christ and please ourselves. These are the sweet works of a Christian.

But then there are other works. In these we cannot please Christ except by denying ourselves. Confessing Christ and His name is never easy when it costs us shame and ridicule. It is never easy to run into the wind, swim against the tide, or surrender our rights and privileges because Jesus Christ is our Lord.

In Romans 12, Paul lays out what it means to give it all to Christ: “So here's what I want you to do, God helping you: Take your everyday, ordinary life—your sleeping, eating, going-to-work, and walking-around life—and place it before God as an offering. Embracing what God does for you is the best thing you can do for him. Don't become so well-adjusted to your culture that you fit into it without even thinking. Instead, fix your attention on God. You'll be changed from the inside out. Readily recognize what he wants from you, and quickly respond to it. Unlike the culture around you, always dragging you down to its level of immaturity, God brings the best out of you, develops well-formed maturity in you.”

PASTOR: Let’s pray: Lord Jesus, if You will receive me into Your house, if You will accept me as Your servant, I will obey you without reserve. Place on me whatever condition pleases You; command me to be or do whatever You will; only let me be Your servant.

Make me what You will, Lord, and set me where You will. Let me be a vessel of silver or gold, or a vessel of wood or stone; I am content. If I am not the head, or the eye, or the ear, one of the nobler and more honorable instruments You use, let me be the hand, or the foot, as one of the lowest of all the servants of my Lord. Follow along and join in where it says “people”

LEADER: Lord, put me on whatever task You will; rank me with whom You will.

PEOPLE: Put me to doing; put me to suffering.

LEADER: Let me be employed for You, or laid aside for You, exalted for You, or trodden under foot for You.

PEOPLE: Let me be full; let me be empty.

LEADER: Let me have all things; let me have nothing.

PEOPLE: I freely and wholeheartedly resign all to Your pleasure and disposal.

ALL: Amen.

LEADER: Friends, such a commitment to Christ as you have now made is the essence of discipleship. When you have chosen God to be your everything; when you have placed all your hopes in Christ, casting yourself totally upon His righteousness; when you have thoughtfully and courageously surrendered and given up yourselves to Him; then you are Christians indeed, and not till then. Christ’s people are a willing people, and Christ won’t accept a half-hearted “maybe or kinda” but only a bold “Yes! Take all that I am!” to what He requires. He will be all in all, or He will be nothing.

In a moment, we will sing a song and our altars will be open. But before we do that, take a moment to search your heart, whether you have already and or can now make this commitment to Christ. Will he be your all in all? This isn’t a covenant to be entered into lightly. We must count the cost before we build the tower, right? Consider what Christ has asked of you and whether you are ready to set aside your way for His way. Don’t be held back by the faults you see in yourself. Do not trust your own strength, but grab ahold of God’s strength. Throw yourself at his feet and trust his promise of grace. Having surrendered to him, resolve to be faithful. God doesn’t have a draft. He invites. We have to cooperate with him in obedience. Are you ready to do that in every part of your life this year? Let’s have a couple minutes of quiet reflection and singing. The altars are open. Come now and surrender yourselves to Jesus, or recommit your heart to Him as we begin 2012. The altar is not a place of judgment or shame but of joy in God’s presence.

Let us sing together: “I Surrender All”

PASTOR: O God, we ask You to accept us, for we know we are prodigals, rebels. All of us were once, or are even now, far from You because of our sins. We all deserve death, and we made ourselves a thousand times worse by our sin. But out of Your infinite grace You have promised mercy to us in Christ, if we will only turn to You with all our heart. Since we have heard the call of the gospel, we now come, we quit resisting your call, and submit ourselves to You.

And because You require, as the condition of our peace with You, that we should put away our idols, we here and now from the bottom of our hearts renounce them all, whatever they may be: money, family, pride, etc.. We firmly covenant with You not to allow ourselves to continue in any known sin. Instead, we will do everything we can through the power of your Holy Spirit to separate ourselves from what we know is wrong. This is the firm resolution of our hearts, to forsake all that is dear to us in this world, in order that we might follow you more closely. We will guard ourselves against all temptations, whether from prosperity or poverty, pleasure or pain, so that they may never draw our hearts away from You.

And since You have, out of Your boundless mercy, offered graciously, to be our God through Christ, we call heaven and earth to witness this day, that we do here solemnly acknowledge You as the Lord our God.

Church, Pray this with me in your hearts:
I do take You, O Eternal God — Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, to be my God. Be my portion. I give up myself, body and soul, to be Your servant, promising to serve You in holiness and righteousness all the days of my life.

O blessed Jesus, I know am unworthy of your love, but because of your great love for me, I with all my heart accept You and take You for my Head, to love, honor, and obey You before all others, to the grave and beyond. I acknowledge You as the Lord my righteousness. I reject my own wisdom and do here take You for my only Guide. I reject my own will and take Your will for my law.

And since Your word has told me that I must suffer with You if I am to reign with You, I do here covenant with You to accept my lot, as it falls, with You and by Your grace to risk everything for You. May nothing, neither life nor death, separate You and me.

Now, Almighty God, You know that I make this covenant with You this day, without any known deception and holding nothing back. I ask You that if You see any self-deception in my commitment, anything hidden in my heart, reveal it to me and help me to put it right.

PASTOR: As a symbol of this covenant, we will take communion together as a church. Through Jesus, God made a way for us to be right with God and with one another. As we take these elements this morning, let us celebrate what Christ has done on our behalf.

On the night that Jesus was betrayed, he took bread and when he had given thanks, he broke it and said, “This is my body which is broken for you. Do this in remembrance of me.” In the same way, he took the cup after supper, saying, “This cup is the new covenant in my blood. Do this, as often as you drink it, in remembrance of me. For as often as you eat this bread and drink this cup, you proclaim the Lord’s death until he comes.

PASTOR: Let us stand. Glory be to God, who has adopted us as his children. Glory be to Jesus, who loves us and has cleansed from all sin by his blood, and glory to the Holy Spirit who gives us the power to turn from sin and turn toward God.

Oh God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit, you have become our covenant-friend and we, through your grace, have become your Covenant servant. And the covenant, which we have made on earth, let it be ratified in heaven.

DOXOLOGY:
Praise God from whom all blessings flow
Praise Him all creatures here below
Praise him above ye heavenly host
Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost
Amen.

Why context cannot be ignored

noreply@blogger.com (Stephanie R. Dyrness Lobdell) — Fri, 13 Jan 2012 14:59:00 +0000

As we continue the transition from modernity to postmodernity, it becomes increasingly clear that context is central to communicating the Gospel. And while the message is still so unapologetically universal, she is a fool who does not take into account the context in which she lives and ministers.

In a couple weeks, we will celebrate 3 years as pastors in Kingston, MO. Having never lived in a rural context before, learning the ins and outs of the country life has been a challenge, sometimes fun and joyful and other times frustrating and heart-breaking. Last night unfortunately falls into the latter category. My husband agreed to coach the basketball team of our local K-8 school. Even though he is a football player to the core, he did a wonderful job and the kids without a doubt grew in athletic skill and more important character. The community has been supportive or at the very least okay with the fact that one of the local preachers has been coaching. Until last night. The mother of one of the girls on the team approach Tommy after the game and ripped into him for the way he played certain girls vs. how he player her daughter. Local politics and family history clearly undergirded her entire argument, most of which we only vaguely understood. When Tommy didn't answer her to her liking, she laid into a lady from church who has been assisting him and proceeded to tell her how offended she was and couldn't believe that he was a preacher!

Now, it would be extremely tempting for me to turn this post into an extended defense of my husband. But that really isn't my point. You see, over the past two weeks, a great number of conflicts have arisen in our little community of 300, people demanding assistance for bills, extreme bullying in the school, well-intentioned (I think) people calling us 5 or 6 times a day to get money for a family in need even after we had already sent the check we promised, and extreme discord in several families. I could tell you how this has affected me personally, like how the persistent phone caller was extremely rude and pushy to me, the female pastor but charming and sweet to Tommy, the male pastor, but again that's not the point. The point is I am overwhelmed by the specific brokenness of this community. The strange, unhealthy loyalty that clouds people's thinking, the sense of entitlement in some and the outright disdain for the poor in others, the disrespect toward those with whom you disagree, a heavy weight of negativity that weighs on everyone.

There is something bubbling right below the surface in this little town. My first response is to think, man this town has some serious issues, systemic issues that are rooted so deeply in the local soil, I don't know if anything can change it. But my second, more thoughtful response is, something is happening here. There is some kind of battle behind the scenes that is keeping this city and these people in bondage. I'm not one to carelessly through around words like "satan" or "demons" but I cannot deny the powers of darkness at work in my current context, quietly poisoning families and community life.

That being said, I find that I must commit myself anew to understanding and becoming a part of this culture, however foreign it is to me even after three years. By the power of the Holy Spirit alone will I be able to see past the shenanigans of angry moms, aggressive bullies (both adult and child), and perpetual negativity to see the battle that is truly taking place in this context.

For our struggle is not against enemies of blood and flesh, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers of this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places. Therefore, take up the whole armor of God, so that you may be able to withstand on that evil day, and having done everything, to stand firm.
Eph. 6:12-13

Living like a pagan

noreply@blogger.com (Stephanie R. Dyrness Lobdell) — Wed, 28 Dec 2011 15:42:00 +0000

After a nice, albeit different from usual, Christmas weekend, we went out for some post-Christmas shopping yesterday evening. We like to get Christmas cards, wrapping paper and all that good stuff when it's 50% off so off we went to Target. And therein lies the reason for this post: Christmas cards. I sorted through piles and piles of holiday/Christmas cards, with a few Hanukkah ones thrown in as well. Not a single card mentioned the birth of Jesus. Instead, they were all geared around these amorphous terms like joy and peace. If you know me at all, you know I am not an anti-culture Christian. I don't write angry letters to stores that say "Happy Holidays" or protest the removal of 10 commandment statues at courthouses. I don't expect culture to practice my faith for me. But the Christmas card thing really bothered me, because I guess I assumed that amidst all the innocuous generic holiday cards, I would have still been able to find a couple, even ugly, cards that pertained to the actual holiday itself. But no. Every card was pagan.

When I say pagan, I hope you don't immediately think Satan worshipper or druid or anything like that, although those are two examples of pagan religions. The term pagan refers to non-Abrahamic religions, sometimes but not always polytheistic in nature. More than ever before, I have come to realize that American civil religion truly is pagan. There is no room for a offensively particular Savior. There is no room for an anti-consumerism, self-sacrificing God who calls humankind to the same kind of living.

That being said, I am both troubled and relieved by this renewed realization. I am troubled because I old enough to sense at least some of the change that has taken place in culture, even in my brief 27 years and it saddens me. But I am relieved as well, because I am young enough to recognize the cheap knock-off that is American civil religion and I am detached enough from that civil religion of generations gone by to be ready and willing to let it go completely.

For me, that means letting culture off the hook for not practicing my faith for me. It means naming culture for what it truly is, pagan, and choosing a life of faith anyway. It means living a life of hope based, not on the degree of Christianity I see in our culture, but on the first advent and the promise of the second. It means rejecting apathy and choosing intentionality in terms of shaping a culture of faithful practice in both my family and in the church I am called to shepherd. No more living like a pagan, folks. God will be in all in all or God will be nothing.

rest

noreply@blogger.com (Stephanie R. Dyrness Lobdell) — Fri, 23 Dec 2011 15:53:00 +0000

It's a lovely frosty morning and I'm working on future sermons and drinking coffee...how nice. :) I feel very peaceful this morning and I think it is largely due to the fact that Tommy and I had our first FULL day off yesterday in quite some time. Normally, we are very protective of our days off together, but this fall brought some new stuff into our lives, namely Tommy coaching the local basketball team, and our day off was cut short for a brief season. Even though it has been exhausting without a doubt, I have to say it has been worth it to watch Tommy work with our local kids. Tommy is not exactly a basketball star; he'll always be my football boy, but he is an excellent leader and coach. It was so fun to watch the kids grow not only in athletic ability, but also in life skills. So, definitely a worthy investment of a couple months of Thursdays.

That being said, yesterday was awesome, with nowhere to be, nothing to do and no one who needed us. We slept in like college kids (a perk of not having kids quite yet), ate breakfast at lunch time, went shopping at Target, had lunch at Olive Garden (thanks to a lovely parishioner giving us a gift card), went to the movies and even got Starbucks on the way home. *Sigh* It is just so nice to be together without the weight of the world on your shoulders.

Days off haven't always felt so free, even when Tommy wasn't doing basketball stuff. For those who don't know, I have dealt with depression since college (probably sooner than that but didn't know how to name it) and I have been on medicine for it. Last year, nothing the medicine didn't seem even to put a dent in the weight of it all and Thursdays were actually a day filled with anxiety because I didn't have busy-ness to keep my mind off the ache. But thanks be to God, my amazing doctor found something new for me that works 1,000 times better and I feel free, like all the clogged pipes in my head and heart are finally cleared out. And now, Thursdays are much more restful, not to mention fun.

So, as I look outside at the sparkly thin frosting of snow on our yard and at my spoiled puppies sleeping on the couch, I am grateful for God's gifts in all their forms: sleeping in 'til 11, gift cards, medication as a means of grace, a sweet husband, Target and all its treasures, Starbucks, facebook chats with my baby bro, and unseasonably warm mornings to run. Thank you for your gracious gifts God. Prepare my heart to receive your greatest gift once again this Christmas.

Who, What and Why

noreply@blogger.com (Stephanie R. Dyrness Lobdell) — Wed, 21 Dec 2011 19:59:00 +0000

Hello world! I am again joining the blogosphere. I briefly blogged awhile back about a fitness journey, but ended the blog after finishing the program. (http://stephsroad.blogspot.com/) Life has changed since then and I recently felt, for the first time, that internal "itch" (as I like to call it) to express myself in writing.

So...an introduction to myself and to this blog...My husband and I are co-pastors (aka we share the role of lead pastor) at a small church of about 75 in Kingston, MO. We've been here for almost three years, during which time I have attended seminary in Kansas City. I'm finished with my MDiv now and will walk in May while Tommy began his seminary program in August. While I was in school, I preached a couple times a quarter, sometimes more in the summer, because unlike some people I didn't feel like I was able to preach on a weekly or bi-weekly basis and go to school full-time (and do any measure of justice to either one). But, now that Tommy is in school, I have been preaching every week since September. I was incredibly anxious about this new arrangement, primarily because my husband is funny and down to earth. He seriously could relate to anyone I think, from promiscuous Italian soccer players to hardcore country boys, but that's another story. I'm different. I mean, I do my best to live incarnationally, but at times I struggle to live as "a Jew among Jews and as a Gentile among Gentiles." And when it comes to humor, I think I'm hilarious, but not everyone would agree with that sentiment! I am more academic and I don't move a whole lot while in the pulpit, something Tommy does quite a bit. Oh yeah, and I am a girl. Not a real common site in most pulpits. So, I felt self-conscious I think. However, taking on this new role has been affirming in that I have begun to appreciate in a new way my personal gifts and to remember that God speaks through many types of vessels. My confidence in myself and in my skills and knowledge has grown, in spite of my constant awareness of ways in which I need to mature as a believer and pastor.

Walking into the pulpit each week has changed me in ways I didn't really anticipate, which I think has been my primary motivation for starting a blog. I have become more reflective than I already was, which is saying something frankly, lol. I have also become much more cognizant of my role as shepherd. I feel the weight of the office in a new way and I am consistently struck by my need to pray without ceasing.

However, I have hesitated to start a blog because in my mind, the term "blogger" has become synonymous with "arrogant wordy internet saavy writer," especially (ironically) theologian/minister blogs. That sounds so harsh when I type it out, lol, but that's how I have felt, as if everyone thinks what they have to say is so important to share with the world that must post it online and share the link 27 times on various social media sites. Don't get me wrong, so many bloggers have wonderful things to say and I love family blogs that update friends on people's kids and all that. I read some of my friends blogs and they definitely don't fall into this category. But overall the culture of blogging tends to be marked by arrogance. I don't want to be one of those arrogant pastor-theologians that comes to believe that everyone should hang on my every word. Instead, I want to blog for two reasons. First, I want to intentionally set aside time to reflect on my life and ministry. This isn't going to be a purely ministry-oriented blog or a purely family-oriented blog because, for me, my life isn't broken up into neat categories. It's all connected and each piece informs the others. Second, I want to humbly join online conversations that are currently taking place concerning matters of faith and practice. I am only too aware of the fact that when it comes to information, knowledge and all that, I am almost 100% a consumer. I rarely offer anything up to the community at large to receive critique or feedback, much less help anyone else on their journey of life and ministry. So, it's time I start becoming a contributor.

Finally...my blog title: Lobdell Lantern. In the middle ages, it was very dangerous to travel from town to town, especially at night. Robberies were very common occurences. And of course, a traveler couldn't exactly hop off the road and stay at a Holiday Inn when the sun set, so they relied on the hospitality of others, something that surely required a great deal of trust on the part of the traveler, I'm sure. Well, during this time, monks began to hang lanterns in the windows of their monasteries to indicate to any passerby that their monastery was a safe place for the weary traveler. So, the lantern became in many ways a symbol of Christian hospitality. I want my life (and my blog) to be a hospitable place, a place where all are welcome to come and sit awhile, to share their thoughts without fear and to experience the hospitality of God. I do not always succeed in being the hospitable follower of Christ that I long to be, but I press on toward the goal....

Steph