Ask the Matriarch: Summer Vacation

You may have noticed that Ask the Matriarch has been missing the past few weeks while we’ve given our panel a summer vacation. This feature has been on our blog since 2006, when we invited clergywomen with more than ten years experience in ordained ministry to answer questions from our readers. The suggestion came from one of our members working in a seminary setting. The first post was published on August 10, 2006, and it addressed the complications of moving to a more senior position in ministry with new administrative responsibilities.

The Matriarchs will be back to work next week, but we have only one question in the queue, so this is a great time to send yours to askthematriarch at gmail dot com. And if you are a clergywoman and member of RevGals who has passed the ten year milestone in ordained ministry, and you would like to know more about serving on our panel, please email me.

A view from this Matriarch's vacation.

A view from this Matriarch’s vacation.

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Wednesday Festival: One-a-Day

One a day vitamins womenSince this is my first week posting a Wednesday Festival Blog Post, I found myself spending most of my spare time today reading everything that was posted over the past week. What a rich, challenging and rewarding set of writings from you all! I decided to share with you a “one-a-day vitamin” of blog posts from this past week, reflecting the great diversity of what’s out there.

One Day Ago

In her review of a remarkable book, Once Upon a Town, the Miracle of the Canteen, Lynn shows us just how just ten minutes can make a life-long impact: the secret is generous hospitality.

Two Days Ago

M Malick recalls the past year’s transition from ministry to tentmaking, and considers the call to be a voice in the wilderness.

Three Days Ago

A poem from Susan about the Bizarre Yet Beautiful nature of life and its events.

Four Days Ago

A poem from Rachel about nothing / everything that separates us – from God and one another.

Five Days Ago

Roberta asks us to consider the message contained in this Buddhist prayer: “First 72 labors brought us this food.  We should know how it comes to us.” How do we recognize all the connections involved in our lives?

Six Days Ago

Susan brings us along on a discernment walk she took this day, and the interesting challenge she was given along the way.

Seven Days Ago

Ann expresses how hard it is to open up to others about health challenges – especially when it’s us who’s facing them.

What have you been reading and writing this past week? Leave a link in the comments below, and when you visit the posts above, please let the writers know you were there with a comment.

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Editor’s Note: We’re excited to welcome Jill to our Wednesday Festival team!

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RCL Leanings: Wrestling with God Edition

Greetings from the hallowed land of Va-Cation!

 

Shall we pray as our week beings? (prayer source)

God beyond all seeing and knowing,
we meet you in the night of change and crisis,
and wrestle with you in the darkness of doubt.
Give us the will and spirit
to live faithfully and love as we are loved. Amen.

 

This week finds those of us in RCL land looking at the readings for Proper 13A, the eight Sunday after Pentecost for 2014.  Those readings are available to read here.

The continuing stories of the Patriarchs in Genesis (AKA the soap opera Father Abraham and His Dysfunctional Family) brings us to Jacob preparing to cross the river and face the brother he ripped off many years before.  And what better way to do that than a wrestling match?  But is he wrestling with God, or with the knowledge that his actions have left him feeling unfit to be in God’s presence?  On a more esoteric note, isn’t the life of faith an ongoing wrestling match with God?

Then there is Isaiah asking the wonderful question: Why do you spend your money for that which is not bread, and your labor for that which does not satisfy?  Why indeed?

Or maybe you are continuing with Romans.  Where is Paul leading you this week?

And finally we have Matthew.  No more weeds.  No small things hidden in big things.  Just a whole lot of food.  Is it a miraculous multiplication?  A miraculous sharing? And where is our abundance when we think we have nothing?

Where is the Spirit dragging you this week?  What great insights or questions have you found?

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Love, Love, Love – Narrative Lectionary for August 3, 2014

The text for Narrative Lectionary preachers following the summer schedule of readings this coming week is 1 John 4:7-21. This is the last reading of the suggested four week series centering on 1 John. The topic at hand is love.

I am writing this post from Buena Vista University in Storm Lake, Iowa where I am attending the 61st annual Synod School of the Synod of Lakes and Prairies of the PC(USA). Synod School is essentially a large family conference with daily worship, a convocation speaker, and week long class options for all ages. One of the classes I am taking is taught by two brothers, one pastor and one English professor, on Christian Wiman’s book, My Bright Abyss. On our first day in class we read the essay that Wiman wrote the essentially propelled him toward writing prose that turned into the book that is the subject of our class. In this essay, “Gazing into the Abyss,” Wiman relates a story told by Simone Weil about two prisoners in solitary confinement cells next to each other. Their cells are divided by a stone wall. Over their long captivity they figure out away to communicate with one another with taps and scratches on the wall between them. “It is the same with us and God,” Weil said about this story. “Ever separation is a link.”

Upon reflecting on the direction the discussion in our class began to take and this passage in 1 John, I have begun to think of love as the taps and scratches on the walls of our existence that mediate a direct face-to-face experience of God. The wall, as we talked about in class, is hopefully not has stark or impassable as the wall of a jail cell, but essentially we live in a cell that is defined by what we can perceive with our senses and our experiences. So, our cell is not the drab depressing wall of solitary confinement, but is instead the beauty of creation, the people in our lives, everything we can see, hear, taste, feel, and smell. The reality of God is that God is outside the wall of what we can experience with our five senses. But God chooses to tap and scratch. God chooses to try to communicate from the other side of the wall, and God desires that we will communicate back through taps and scratches ourselves. What I hear John saying in this letter is that love is these taps and scratches.

Love is how God has chosen to communicate with us. God did this by sending Jesus into our experience (in this case breaking through the wall and giving us someone to actually see, hear, taste, feel and smell), but God continues to do this by expecting each of us to be a part of loving relationships and communities. We both receive communications of God’s love through the love of others and are communicators of God’s love when we live in love. Each of these expressions of love are the taps and scratches of God communicating with us into our human experience.

If I were preaching this weekend, and unfortunately I am not, I think I would go this direction. I think I would want to preach about God’s primary form of communication is love. As Christians we would say that this is most readily seen in the person, life, ministry, death, and resurrection of Jesus, which the writer of 1 John points to in vv. 10-11. But this is also seen in the love to which we are called as brothers and sisters in the family of God (vv 20-21). A preaching possibility might be to pull from the Narrative Lectionary gospel stories from last year in John to show what Jesus’ love looks like. The preacher could also do well by combining these scriptural examples with examples of expressions of love in the life of the local community, calling the gathered community to be the taps and scratches of God’s communication for others while also recognizing the love the receive within creation as God’s taps and scratches to them.

  • Other preaching directions could include:
    Abiding love, dwelling love, love that will not let us go – Particularly in a community that can more readily feel the wall of separation between us and God than they can hear the taps and scratches, the Spirit might be calling the preacher to speak of God’s abiding presence and love. God who dwells with us, God who accompanies us, God who shows up in love could be a powerful message in this context.
  • There could be an evangelism direction in this text, too. It might help reclaim that word a little to recognize that evangelism, sharing good news, is not about going out to “get” people or “fix” them or “save” them, but to love them. Evangelism at its best is about letting the love that God pours into each of us and all of creation overflow out of our lives into the world. God’s love is so abundant that we must share that love with those around us or we are not truly honoring the loving God who poured it on us with abundance in the first place. There is no shortage of love. The word itself is abundant in this passage, used in one way or another twenty-seven times in these fifteen verses.

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So, preachers, what are you thinking? Do you have some sense of a direction for this week? How have you experienced love, divine and human, in your own experience recently? Reflecting on that love might be a wonderful way to begin your own meditations in preparation for Sunday. Feel free to join in a conversation in the comments. Share the love.

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RevGalBookPals: American Heretics

Every nation and people has its own mythology. There is an origin story that becomes larger than life and the story’s players become heroes in their own right. Barely “a little lower than the angels”, the originators of the mythology are rarely questioned. Typically, the mythology must be embraced as whole cloth and those who question it are labeled dissenters, “unpatriotic”, or revisionists. Revisionist becomes an adjective to be avoided, since it implies a disdain for the “real truth” or a knee-jerk political correctness that must be tolerated with a wink and a nod.

Most of us are acquainted with this kind of history and the responses there unto. In particular, many of us grew up with a particular understanding of the American mythology of the country’s founding, its freedoms, the founders themselves, and then various American ideals- including “understandings” about cultural expectations around religion, sexuality, gender, sexual expression, community involvement, and leadership.

Peter Gottschalk’s American Heretics: Catholics, Jews, Muslims, and the History of Religious Intolerance undoes our American mythology of perpetual welcome and religious freedom. Most of us know and even speak of the ways that the Puritans rejected those who were not like themselves on the shores of the New World. Though our mythology teaches about the oppressed Pilgrims, we have only recently begun to hear in any kind of equal measure about the oppressing Pilgrims/Puritans.

Gottschalk’s book explains the history of religious oppression and suppression in the New World up through modern-day America by cataloging the religious rejects and “heretics” of various generations and decades. Beginning with the Quakers, American Heretics also describes the rejection and suspicion around Catholics, the Souix, Jews, Latter-Day Saints, Branch Davidians, and Muslims. Rather than being tolerated, much less embraced, each of these religions in its own day was rejected as antithetical to American ideals (as perceived by white (Nordic or Aryan), male Protestantism of a mainline flavor). The rejections resulted in everything from deportation, disenfranchisement, business failure, inability to worship, and/or, more often than not, death. In order to live into our national mythology of a land of welcome and religious tolerance, we need to learn from these stories. Gottschalk writes, “Living up to one’s own ideals is always a perilous process, but one can’t start without first accepting the ways in which one has not done so.” (6)

From early in American history, the Puritans were attempting to preserve their “City on the Hill” self-understanding. Creating communities with a widespread common interpretation of the gospel and its expectations would allow their religious understandings and, presumably, God’s kingdom to which these understandings were related to flourish.

“Part of the Puritan insistence on living together in settlements arose from the  conviction that only with the strength and discipline of the community… could individuals resist sinful temptations… Like most labels used by a majority groups to describe a marginalized minority, allegations of heresy reflected more about Puritan beliefs and culture than about those labeled. Puritans relied on these terms because their pursuit of religious freedom was rooted in the effort to realize rigid ideals of community identity and doctrinal cohesion that necessarily came at the cost of the freedom of others to dissent.” (13)

The Quakers, with their understanding of a divine light within each person, threatened this community existence with a lifting up of individual revelation. It is hard to comprehend now, in an age of intense individuality, that there was a time in which individualism threatened the mainstream understanding of community. However, Quaker spirituality, with its individual revelations as well as lack of recognition of social hierarchy and peace support, was perceived as a serious threat to Puritan ideals.

From this conspicuous beginning, heretics, fanatics, and heathens have been viewed through a lens of American idealism. This lens, through much of history, has been to look at a person or group and determine how far from white (Aryan or Nordic), male, and mainline Protestantism the person or group was. Mary Dyer (a Quaker) failed this test on a two out of three scale and was hanged for her troubles.

This litmus test continued from the seventeenth century into the modern day. The perceived mainstream nature of the Church of Jesus Christ Latter Day-Saints today is not based in how their religious ideals match up to Protestantism, but in how they are perceived to be supportive of a certain type of community ideal- neighborly, helpful, conservative, predictable. This ability to “pass” is more than a century old and is rooted in the values of an era that died in 1906, but the ghost of which still haunts us with a terrifying fervor.

“As American society gradually moved away from Victorian values to those of the Progressive era, the nation debated issues like alcohol consumption, marital fidelity, Catholic education, observing the Sunday Sabbath, and less constrained female sexuality. Klan members took it upon themselves to preserve conservative values by policing their communities against these activities.” (94)

While hardly anyone today would be willing to promote themselves as having the same ideals as the Ku Klux Klan, these were the sentiments that rooted the fraternity in the early part of the 20th century. Let me be very clear that I am in no way conflating Latter-Day Saints with members of the KKK. Furthermore, I am in no way implying that the LDS church and that other organization have anything in common.

I am, however, noting that there is a fashionable lamenting of the loss of a certain type of American society, which I would argue never existed. The main lamenters, with the very public platforms of certain television stations, websites, and other media outlets, would have been indistinguishable from those who rejected Mormons a century ago. However, with much cultural water under the bridge, the LDS is less other than Muslims, Sikhs, women (read: feminists), and many other groups and individuals who are touted as roadblocks to a certain type of American idealism.

The most interesting part of Gottschalk’s book for me was the penultimate chapter, which discussed David Koresh and the Branch Davidians. I’ve never read a particularly nuanced discussion of the FBI/ATF invasion of the “compound” outside Waco in 1993. Regrettably, most of my exposure through various media sources allowed this story to exist in the back of my mind as something that could have been avoided with the cooperation of Koresh and the people he “imprisoned”. Gottschalk’s careful discussion notes the heavy-handed nature of outsiders in labeling this Seventh-Day Adventist group as a cult and then refusing to understand the everyday understandings of the group, which definitely colored their self-perceptions and their perceptions of the attacks from without.

Gottschalk writes:

[David] Koresh, an intelligent man standing in a position of peril, had a better grasp of the challenges of misunderstanding than did the FBI negotiators who were presumably trained in communication; he recognize the terms shapping FBI perspectives. “We’ve not been your everyday kind of cult…,” Koresh said. While the Branch Daviadians’messiah repeatedly showed insight into the framework shaping FBI perspectives, the latter had no place for the perception (let alone the reality) of a person that a god could communicate with.” (161)

The lack of reflection in this particular incident stirs the mind up to slide into the final chapter of the book. This chapter, focusing on Islamophobia, highlights our national failure to learn from the previous chapters of religious intolerance in our history. Islamophobia differs from purely Muslim hatred in that the latter is based in rejecting the belief system of a certain group of people. The former, instead, is rooted in a fundamental hatred of a group of people based in their skin color, racial appearance, social habits, or national identity- regardless of the person’s actual beliefs. Thus, Sikhs end up as victims of Islamophobia because their attackers don’t actually care about what they believe, only that they fit the attacker’s mental image of a follower of Islam.

Those who don’t learn from history are doomed to repeat it.

What is our role a church leaders in dismembering stereotypes, in teaching history, in understanding prejudices, and breaking through them? It was all I could do when a woman in my congregation casually mentioned to me on Good Friday, “You know, I’ve never really liked Jews… but your sermon made me think.” I felt stunned. We discussed the issue further, but I’ve not forgotten that conversation.

In an age of religious pluralism, what is the way to uphold the truth we believe about God and Jesus Christ, but also to use that particular truth for the building of communities where all are safe, respected, engaged, and truly welcomed. I suspect most of us have continued to experience an America that, to a certain extent, still likes straight, white, male, and mainline Christian (in that order). What will the end of that look like?

Gottschalk, Peter. American Heretics: Catholics, Jews, Muslims, and the History of Religious Intolerance. Palgrace MacMillan. NY, NY 2013

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Monday Prayer

New Day Monday

It’s a brand new day
And a brand new week
Sunshine, unusually warm, or unseasonably cool…
Whether the sun is beating down relentlessly, or hidden behind the clouds
Still it shines
Still it warms
Still is sheds its light

So it is with us O God
Whether our light shines bright for all to see
Or is obscured by the burdens we carry
Your light IS there, within us
Help us to see the light
To share the light
To let the light fill and feed us
This brand new day
This brand new week

For our God
Is Light and Life to us
Always and forever
Amen

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Sunday Prayer: 7th Sunday after Pentecost, Year A

O God of light, we are in awe of your wisdom.
O God of night, we are enraptured by your mystery.
You are the fiery spark in our lives, the deep and wild joy.
You are the familiar song in our hearts, its tune beloved across time.

And now, O Holy Spirit, whisper the prayers of our hearts into the ear of God.

We are complicated people in a complicated world.
(It’s difficult to know where to begin.) We are prone
to pick and choose with our love, to dig deep loyalties,
to set our sights on justice by branding “right” and “wrong.”

(We ache for Leah or we side with Rachel,
we wonder about Zilpah and Bilhah, yet truly
all four mothers are weeping over their sons & daughters
who live in a land that is endlessly claimed, divided, embattled.)

How should we pray without betraying our own biases?
Your favor is for all people, your love cannot be withheld,
so we pray that those in mourning will be comforted with Rachel
and we ask that those longing for recognition will find companionship with Leah.

Holy Spirit, whisper the prayers of our hearts into the ear of God.

Do not stand apart from us or leave us alone, O God;
this we fear most of all. Every day we scramble to feel
your comforting presence. We would rather cling tightly to you
than ever be cast out or sought out or even sent out to work & grow.

(If we are the mustard seed, or the yeast and flour;
if we are the pearls and treasures, or the netted fish;
in any event, we must change — grow and move,
be found and put to use; we are afraid of change.)

How would we know you if not through fear and doubt?
Distill within us the truth: that we are not separate from you.
Teach us one more truth, we pray: that we are not separate from
one another, but all gathered like the birds into the shelter of your love.

O Holy Spirit, whisper the wisdom of God into the ears of our hearts.

You are the way by which we live, O Christ.
You are the treasure in which we delight.
You are the love by which we grow.
In all things, we love you. Amen.

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11th Hour Preacher Party: Life. Is. Hard.

Once again I am following the Revised Common Lectionary, Track One, for Year A –  because I love the stories in Genesis. Ripe with the heart of the human condition, these stories are like seeds and fruit for the ages.

I found some interesting Midrash on Rachel and Leah, reflecting on the strengths of their relationship. Some of the Midrash spoke about these two sisters as examples for faithful living, they are two of the four mother’s of Israel.

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In particular I loved the Midrash that said that Rachel was buried along the side of the road so that her tears could wash over the Israelites as they headed into exile, blessing them on their way. The Midrash left me with the impression that Rachel may be to some Jewish people like Mary is to some Christians.

Additionally, from Roman’s, the readings for this week includes my all time favorite passage -

“The Spirit intercedes with sighs too deep for words.”

From this passage comes my thoughts on Life. Is. Hard.  which is the basis for my sermon this week.

More RevGal discussion on all the readings for this week can be found http://revgalblogpals.org/2014/07/22/rcl-leanings-the-small-is-great-or-two-weddings-or-a-gift-of-wisdom-edition/”>here.

I have a wedding and so that means two sermons for me. Both of them are in decent draft form. Which is totally surprising! But, I guess, the Spirit interceded….The homily for Sunday is a reflection on “Life is Hard” leaning into Genesis and Romans, troubling circumstances in the world today and, with a nod to God’s love like yeast rising up abundantly. The wedding homily is my usual reflection on the many layers of love. I’ll spend the rest of the day tweaking them before heading out to officiate at the wedding. I anticipate it’s going to be complicated – apparently this is a group of people who are notoriously late. The bride and groom have been late for every one of our premarital sessions – although she always called to let me know…I’m gearing up for the challenge!

What’s on your plate today? How is your sermon unfolding or is it stuck in fatigue or busyness or confusion or the ready for vacation mode? Regardless, may you find sustenance here! Welcome to the Preacher Party. I have an abundance of fresh veggies from my garden – help yourself.

tomatoes, lettuce, kale, cucumbers, beans and more....

tomatoes, lettuce, kale, cucumbers, beans and more….

 

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The Pastoral is Political

Annual Camp with the 2nd Battalion Highlanders Army Cadet Force 2014

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I write this from my desk at in the Battalion Headquarters at the Annual Camp of the 2nd Battalion Highlanders Army Cadet Force. This is my second camp and I am enjoying it as much as my first – even though in many ways it is different: a different base; a different colleague to work with; I know people better, cadets and adults; the weather; the programme – it is different. I am not sure how political this blog entry is but by the time I have finished writing I hope it will end up there…..

When I was first asked to become a Padre (Chaplain) I said no, not right now, ask me again in a year or so. Well almost exactly a year later I was asked again and gave in! The main hesitation was simply that I had only been in my parish for a short time. I have a number of years’ experience of youth work both in and out of the church. But nothing like this!

In the British Army there is a department known as the Royal Army Chaplains’ Department. As a Chaplain to the Army Cadets Force I am enrolled into this department and given a ‘Commission’ which in my case means I have been given the rank of Captain in the British Army. In truth I have found this part of the process quite bizarre. I am recommended for the post, fill in a few forms, have an interview with the Battalion Commandant and the Senior Chaplain in Scotland for the Army and hey presto I find myself an officer in the Royal Army Chaplains Department. Others within the organisation of the cadets work hard for promotion and commissions.

And so to the role, what do I do? Our primary function is to support the Battalion staff, volunteers and cadets. This mainly tales place during Summer Camp as this is our main commitment. But it could be at training weekends and other events. Summer Camp lasts 12 days and nights. During the camp the cadets are split into ‘companies’ – the battalion is made up of a number of detachments that meet in various towns and cities across the North East of Scotland. Now as you can imagine 187 cadets away from home, some for the first time, will present with a variety of pastoral issues. They come a from a variety of backgrounds – so just like the parish – indeed for these 12 days the camp is a Padres’ parish. The same goes for the adults and the staff. And it is like a condensed or distilled parish. Trust has to be built up fairly quickly – although relationships started last year carry through.

So here is the ‘politics’(?) – why would a Church of Scotland Minister be willing to be a Padre to what some might see as a pseudo military organisation that allows young people to play at being soldiers?

Why? Because it is so much more than that. If I take anything away from camp it is this: I have never been with such a well behaved, polite, friendly, enthusiastic bunch of young people. I have been away with youth groups before, helped out with youth and children’s events inside and outside the church but I have never experienced anything like this. These young people get up at 6.45am every morning, get dressed in their kit (MTP combat style uniform) and spend the day engaged in a variety of activities from parade ground drill to mountain biking to paintball to camping out under a basher to learning navigations skills, weapon handling….hold on a minute….did I just say just say weapon handling? Yes I did. They learn how to handle a variety of weapons. But they do so safely and well supervised, there are strict rules to be followed.

Tonight I am heading out for a night with one of the companies. This will involve being alongside them during an ‘attack’ but don’t worry its only blanks that are used and the guns are not capable of firing anything else. And as a Padre I do not carry a weapon. I am really looking forward to it and so will most of the young people. But for some this is a huge challenge – physical and mental. Food is army rations packs, their bed a roll mat and sleeping bag, the ‘bedroom’ an open ended tent-like affair. They will be running around in the dark keeping out of the sight of the enemy. Lots of new experiences for young people used to proper food and a comfy bed. ‘Yeah but the guns and war games’ I can hear some folk saying. But the skills being learned, the self-confidence being built, the teamwork, the discipline, the relationships being developed……

(Update: my night our was fab! And here is the church they built me – I got to sleep in it and then in the morning we had a short service before they headed out on an exercise and I headed back into camp for a bath – officer privileges!)

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So yes – it may well look pseudo army. And yes some of these young people may well go on to join the army. But all of them leave camp better equipped for the world. Many will have overcome fears and challenges that they never thought possible. Others will have found leadership abilities they didn’t know they had. They will have had fun – and young people need and deserve fun.

So back to the question why be a Padre? Because like everyone else in any parish – the folks in this parish need people around them who care. Camp is fun but can be stressful. On top of that young people and adults bring ‘stuff’ with them. And some of that ‘stuff’ is big. The Padres provide a different kind of support and presence. I often use the phrase ‘we lurk with intent’. We are there. We bring ourselves and our vocation and the love of Christ.

I have found this a very enjoyable, challenging and worthwhile way to exercise ministry. And I am grateful to my Kirk Session and Presbytery for their support and enabling me to take two weeks each summer to do this.

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Friday Five: The Sound of Muzak(tm)

Recently, we got some Indian take-out food. While we were paying for our order, we heard a “Bollywood” version of “My Favorite Things.” We almost missed it because music is so much a part of our lives that we can ignore it!

Since then, I’ve been noticing some of the background music in my world. Sometimes it’s the busker at the Metro station, playing away for some quarters. Sometimes it’s the usual “oldies” station, or the “Mix” station (“the BEST of yesterday and today!!!”). And sometimes it is completely random, like that Bollywood moment…

SOooo let’s talk background music this week for our Friday Five.

1. At the office: If you have a choice, do you turn it up, turn it off, or drown it out with headphones?

2. At the grocery store or mall: What song (or genre of music) makes you want to hurl? Or throw something?

3. If you were going to create a “perfect playlist”, who are the artists (or songs/pieces) that you would include?

4. Have you ever tried using recorded music in worship? If so, what was your plan, and how did it go over?

5. When is the earliest you’ve heard Christmas music in the grocery store or mall?

BONUS: “Weird Al Yankovich” has been releasing a stream of his parody music videos lately. Among my favorites: “Because I’m Tacky” :) If Weird Al was going to do a music video of your life, or a recent experience, what song/hymn/musical would the parody be based on?

How to play: Compose your answers on your blog and then link back here by pasting your URL in the comments below. Or – tell us your answers in the comments. :)

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