Which One?

What traditions have you not kept that your parents had?

My parents didn’t split until I was 17, so the biggest thing I’ve given up that we did every year is buy a devotional book and take turns reading to each other during Advent. It didn’t have to be a book specifically designed for that purpose. One year it was “The Best Christmas Pageant Ever.”

Since Gladys was the only one in the pageant who had anything to say she made the most of it. “Hey! Unto you a child is born!” she hollered, as if it was, for sure, the best news in the world. And all the shepherds trembled, sore afraid—of Gladys, mainly, but it looked good anyway.

That book is seriously amazing. It will have you hooked from the jump. The first sentence starts, “the Herdmans were the worst kids in the history of the world….” It is absolutely hilarious, and then you get to this part, which is very close to Christmas Eve if you time it right.

They looked like the people you see on the six o’clock news- refugees, sent to wait in some strange ugly place, with all their boxes and sacks around them. It suddenly occurred to me that this was just the way it must have been for the real Holy Family, stuck away in a barn by people who didn’t much care what happened to them. They couldn’t have been very neat and tidy either, but more like this Mary and Joseph.

It is too early in the morning to be this emotional, and yet, here I am.

In some way, shape, or form I’ve kept up with writing Advent/Christmas sermons, which my dad did for years…. except he doesn’t manuscript. He does note cards with choice phrases. I can do it, too, but I took this piece of advice from Martin Luther King, Jr:. “If you have something important to say, write it down.” This became even more true as I became a blogger, because I learned that if I only did note cards, I couldn’t publish anything afterwards. When I’ve hit home runs, people have seemed disappointed that it was off the cuff. It’s a completely different style, because you have to learn to read while not looking down.

The way I do it if I’m actually preaching as opposed to publishing is to write in LibreOffice instead of WordPress so I can make the font larger- at least 18pt. Then, I put it in a notebook. You can barely tell when I turn the page. But that was back then. Now, I use the Android version of Microsoft Word and put it in Reader View. Same software, different case. I love it because usually my sermons end up being 10 pages of double-spaced type and printing them out is impossible. Mostly because I have a printer, but I haven’t bought ink for it in seven years.

The last time I preached an Advent sermon has bearing on the conversation I was having in the Sinead O’Connor thread previously. I preach Advent like a physician, because that’s what Luke did for a living.

Advent is waiting for the baby. Setting out the layette. Watching the clock until Mary is 10 cm dilated. Our only job is to wait by the Pepsi machine until Luke emerges to say, with celebration and fanfare, that it’s a boy.

Luke reminds me of Atul Gawande, a brilliant writer and cardiologist. That’s because religion and cardiology both take care of your heart. Luke has a direct connection to God. Atul Gawande has the checklist. They are two sides of the same coin.If I cannot be spiritual, I can be religious. If I am not religious, I can be spiritual. Losing a connection to God makes you create God in your own image. It takes away from “the ineffable mystery” (Neil Gaiman) and makes it where, as Anne Lamott says, “it turns out that God hates all the same people you do.”

Luke has the connection to God. Atul Gawande has the checklist.

If you focus on one, it will bring the other back around. I cannot tell you how many times I’ve gone to church feeling completely unworthy of all of it…… BECAUSE THEY TOLD ME I WAS. I knelt at the communion railing every Sunday until I felt better.

It took years.

If there’s anything I wish I could remember perfectly, it’s the first time I learned about Janie Spahr and the More Light Presbyterians. I wasn’t Presbyterian, but I’d never seen a church where lesbians were allowed to run the whole show. She started the movement, and then came Michael Adee and Katie Morrison, the first queer people to be ordained in PCUSA (Spahr was ordained before she came out). It was then that I learned to be “responsible and let go of guilt, mindful but carry no shame.”

That’s a story.

When I preached the first time at Bridgeport, I knew I would stumble over that phrase in the liturgy. So, to keep me from being nervous, I took a Sharpie and wrote “R,M” on the palm of my hand. Then, I did it every time after because you never know whether you’re going to have “stage fright” or not.

You put things out in the universe and have no idea what will stick.

It’s the one tradition in my family I’ve kept.