Читать книгу Welcoming Grace, Words of Love for All - Kurt Jacobson - Страница 4
CONFESSION OF A BLACK SHEEP LUTHERAN UPON THE OCCASION OF A BELOVED PASTOR RETIRING By Nickolas Butler
ОглавлениеI suppose that I have been a member of Trinity Lutheran Church since about the age of eight, when my family moved to 309 East Grant Avenue, less than a mile from Trinity’s charismatic ski-sloped roof. In the subsequent twenty-eight years, I cannot brag of perfect attendance, passionate volunteerism, or faithful tithing. I have never once come forward to collect offerings, or sing in the choir.
The truth is I am a very flawed Lutheran. I attend church each Sunday to sit with my wife’s family, and to be close to my children. I come to church because I am reminded of my own childhood, sitting beside my father and mother, or poking at my younger brother with a stubby pew-pencil. Or paging through The Bible in search of especially violent or prophetic passages (I still turn to “Revelation” on Sunday mornings for a taste of what awaits us down the line: pale horses, avenging angels, a lake of fire – terrible stuff!) I have always enjoyed staring at Trinity’s ever-rotating collection of tapestries (they used to be much more prominently displayed back then – my favorite was the lamb and the chalice), or listening to the light drone of traffic off Clairemont.
But I do love listening to a great sermon. Sermons are why I go to church, why I will always attend Trinity. We are all inundated with entertainment in our lives: movies, TV, radio, social media… But sermons are a fantastic reprieve from all that. A time to sit and listen and reflect in ways both intellectual and spiritual. Sermons are a challenge, a charge – a plea to change our mentalities for the better, our world for the better. And for the last twenty-eight years or so, I have been sincerely blessed to spend many Sunday mornings listening to Pastor Kurt Jacobson preach.
It must be very difficult, this preaching business, delivering a compelling sermon. We’ve all endured lackluster sermons. There are so many ways a sermon can go dreadfully wrong: too erudite, too long, too repetitious, too vague, too pop-culture, too balky, too much money-talk, too much fire and brimstone… A sermon can fail before it ever begins if the pastor has a poor understanding of the guiding scripture, or no clear message that even dovetails the scripture, let allow elucidating it.
As parishioners, we suffer through this all too often with Old Testament passages: someone begets somebody who leads an army and wipes out another army and makes a fiery sacrifice to God and then dies. Huh? What can we glean from that, without leaning on hackneyed platitudes or generalities? Then too, a pastor can get far too academic, citing various theologians or articles until the congregation is having dusky flashbacks to some snoozy college course… Delivering a dynamic sermon, week in and week out for decades is tough work. And, I can truly say, that Pastor Kurt’s sermons have kept me captivated for years and years and years.
This book is a collection of just some of those sermons, and in reading all of them, I am struck by how fortunate Trinity has been to call Kurt our pastor, our leader, in some cases, our friend. In these sermons, we are reminded of Kurt’s deep and abiding intellect, his ability to connect every-day life in the 21st century to ancient scripture, and more than anything, to call our attention to the timelessness of the spirit that binds us all, through religious decency, kindness, and grace. We are also reminded of his adventurousness and daring. Kurt is a world-traveler, and in these sermons, we see him white-water rafting in Alaska or volunteering in a hospital in Haiti.
I don’t think it is a coincidence that Trinity’s growth in parishioners and the expansion of its worship area happen to correspond with Kurt’s tenure at the church. As you can read in his sermons, he very much invested his own spirit, in not only the congregation as a body, but also the very building. These sermons illuminate just how passionately he cared for his flock, even for black sheep like me, playing tic-tac-toe or hangman on the back of a church bulletin or offering card.
I must admit that it is with a heavy heart that not only will I have been in attendance for some of Kurt’s first sermons as a pastor at Trinity, but now, I must face a future without Kurt’s voice in the choir, or his indefatigable, almost jolly, pronouncements from behind the pulpit. I don’t know if it was The Bible or The Byrds, but someone said, “To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.” Well, now is Kurt’s time to retire. To be closer to his aging parents up near Rice Lake. To enjoy his holidays. To travel the world. I don’t envy his “successor(s).” I really don’t. I can’t imagine another pastor, dedicating of themselves more than Kurt has, enriching so many of our Sunday mornings, filling us with so much grace, so much light, so much passion and kindness. What a legacy he has left.
As I have confessed, I may be a bad Lutheran. But I have witnessed a great one. I know what the blueprint looks like, anyway. Thank you, Pastor Kurt, for these wonderful sermons. I wish you all the happiness in the world – you deserve it.
Amen.
***