What's in a Name?

July 27, 2010

Dear St. Paul’s Family,

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."
- Juliet, Romeo and Juliet (II, ii, 1-2)

In preparing for the “God’s Double Agents” sermon series that concludes this Sunday, I did some quick research on the meaning of the names Elijah and Elisha. As is the case with most names in the Bible, the monikers of these two biblical heroes are packed with meaning. Elijah is derived from two names for God: Elohim (“Lord”) and Yahweh (God’s divine name). Literally, Elijah is a creedal statement: “The Lord is my God.” Elisha comes from Elohim and the word Yasha, which means “salvation.” His name is also a statement of faith: “God is my salvation.”

I’m interested in the significance of people’s names, so I like to ask. Some people tell me what their names mean, like “Warrior” (Wendell), or “Son of the Mighty Warrior” (Madison), or “Home ruler” (Harriett). At other times, they will tell me how they share their name with beloved family members. Our older daughter Grace, for example, has the first name of Pamela, after Jessica’s mother. And our younger daughter, Madelyn, is actually derived from both her parents: Magrey (“Ma”), deVega (“de”), and Jessica’s middle name (“Lyn”).

And what about my name, you might wonder? Well, have a seat. My name is a one-of-a-kind mash-up from my father’s first name (“Maghirang”) and his middle name (“Reyes”). And my middle name is Rojas, my mother’s maiden name.

Over the years, I’ve felt that my name is among my most unique traits, as well as one of my greater burdens. There is something affirming about knowing that there is no other person named Magrey in the whole world. (At least from what I’ve been able to ascertain from Google. For all I know, there might be some elderly woman in Indonesia or some warthog in Malaysia with the same name.) But having to spell my name several times over the phone gets old after a while (my wife doesn’t like it when I sidestep the ordeal and tell the pizza delivery guy my name is “Mike.”) And the looks on people’s faces when trying to pronounce my name for the first time can be sheer comedy. I’ve been called MA-gree, MAC-gray, Margie, Marjorie, and – my favorite – Niagara. And if you try to find a personalized coffee mug or keychain? Forget about it. (unless you find Margie with a typo.)

A few weeks ago, I came across a choice little article about Filipino names from The Jakarta Post. The author came to the conclusion that Filipinos have the world’s foremost ability to generate unique names, and provided reader examples as evidence. One very tired-looking mother named her most recent child “Labindalawa,” which means “Number 12.” Another woman named her child “Bonicar,” because – are you ready for this? - the child was “born in the car.” A man named Mike (I seriously doubt that’s his real Filipino name, huh, Jessica?) decided to name his two children “Annie” and “Juan,” for the sheer joy of calling them out in public. (“Annie? Juan?” Get it? “Anyone?”)

One reader coined the process of generating unique names “Filipino-izing,” which is as good a term as any for what my parents did to me:

“You get a list of names and then you perform one or more of the following operations: you double bits, add Tagalog nouns, add Spanish religious terms, add English cutesy words, combine Chinese syllables into single words, change V to B and F to P, and then you add a bit of magic and a suffix. To demonstrate, here are some famous celebrity names which have been Filipinoized. Barack Obama becomes “Baz-Baz Joselito Reyes Obayani Jr”. Harry Potter becomes “Harrison Bagwis de los Santos Potter-Pacifico”. Lady Gaga becomes “Our Lady Gaga”. Michael Jackson becomes “Michael Magtanggol del Rosario Jacinto IV”. David Cameron becomes “Dabid-Danilo ‘Boy’ Rizal Camilo”. Fred Flintstone becomes “Pred Antonio Plintstone Isagani III”. [1]

Whew. I guess I should be grateful that my name is simply, “Magrey Rojas deVega.”

I’d be curious to hear the background of your own name. Even if you don’t know its etymological origin, or have a unique story about its source, I hope you are grateful for it. Like many of life’s greatest gifts, it was given to you with neither your choosing nor your deserving. It connects you to a reality beyond yourself, and reminds you of a rich legacy that has been generations in the making. Your name is who you are, and reminds you to whom you belong.

Remember it, cherish it, and live up to it.

In the name of Christ,

Magrey

The Rev. Magrey R. deVega
St. Paul's United Methodist Church
531 W. Main St.
Cherokee, IA 51012
Ph: 712-225-3955
http://www.cherokeespumc.org

[1] http://www.thejakartapost.com/news/2010/05/30/meet-us-president-bazbaz-obayani-jr.html



WORSHIP THIS SUNDAY
We conclude our summer blockbuster sermon series “God’s Double Agents” with a story about Elisha and the Shunnamite woman in 2 Kings 8:1-15. It’s a follow-up to the story of the widow’s oil, and is titled, “The Case of the Lost Land.”

GUEST PREACHER AUGUST 8
We are delighted to welcome Rev. Kathy Martin as our guest preacher on August 8. She is campus chaplain at Morningside College and will be speaking to us about the Iowa-Nigeria Partnership, which we will be supporting with a special offering that day. For more information about the fund, and to put in a silent auction bid on a dress made by Nigerian women, check out the displays in the narthex and the Fellowship Hall.

FRED SPRINGER BENEFIT FUND
For those not in worship last Sunday, we took up a special offering for Fred Springer, a part of our church community who suffered injuries from a serious car accident that was not his fault back in April. His conditions will preclude him from securing full-time employment, and his family’s bills are mounting as they await disability payments. As fund raisers form around the community, we are asking the St. Paul’s family to contribute to a special “Fred Springer Benefit Fund” that has been started at Central State Bank. If you would like to contribute, make your check payable to St. Paul’s and designate it for the “Fred Springer Fund.” In particular, we would like to raise enough money to pay for two months’ rent (total $850) and defray the threat of eviction.

Mutiny in the Pantry

July 20, 2010

Dear St. Paul’s Family,

As many of you know, my brother Mykel and his family have been visiting with us from Florida for the past several days. On Friday night, I put on my chef’s hat and prepared dinner for the whole gang: fresh Iowa pork tenderloin, grilled with an apricot citrus and rosemary glaze. I was basically making up the recipe as I went along. As I went out to our garden and clipped out a few sprigs of rosemary, I thought about an excerpt from a sermon I preached a few years ago. It made me chuckle enough to dig it out and re-read later, and I decided to offer it as part of today’s mid-week message.
In case you missed it before, here it is again. It comes with due acknowledgment (and, if need be, apology) to noted author Max Lucado, whose chapter “Light….in the Storage Closet?” from the bestselling book No Wonder They Called Him Savior was the inspiration behind this little fictitious vignette.
Then again, maybe it’s not so fictitious after all….



One evening I was preparing an elaborate dinner for a gathering of significant people, and I was feeling the pressure. This needed to be more than a good meal. I wanted it to leave an impression, and it needed to be magnificent. After hours of work, sounds of culinary progress filled the kitchen. Pots bubbled with boiling broth, pans sizzled with searing juices, and the faucet gurgled over choicely picked vegetables. For a moment, I turned my attention to the star of the show: the sauce. It needed to tie together the whole meal, synchronizing an entire ensemble of flavors. It would be the very mortar of this masterpiece meal.
Nervously, I took a taste. Hmm…needs some work. Not bad, but not perfect, either. I pondered some additional spices.
“Hmm,” I thought to myself. “Let’s try a little nutmeg.”
I reached into the cabinet and pulled a jar marked “Nutmeg” from the spice rack. I unscrewed the lid, and brought it over to the stove.
“Hey, put me down!”
I thought I heard a voice.
“Put me down, I said!”
Was I going crazy? I looked behind me. Nobody. I looked through the kitchen door in the dining room. Nobody there either. I rubbed my ears, shook my head, and went back to the stove.
“Don’t do it, please!”
I looked in my hand at the nutmeg. And there, in the jar, was a face looking back at me. Not just a picture of a face. But an actual moving, living, organic set of eyes, ears and lips. This jar was alive!
I had clearly been cooking too long. “Excuse me?” I said to the nutmeg. Are you talking to me?
“Who else would I be talking to? Emeril Lagasse?” Oh, great, I thought. Not just talking nutmeg. But nutmeg with an attitude.
“Look,” I said finally. “I’ve got some important work to do here. There are these people coming, and they are hungry and want a satisfying meal, and if I could just use some nutmeg, everything will be fine.”
“I don’t think so,” said the nutmeg. “You see, I’m getting out of the spice business.”
“What?”
“Not worth the sacrifice. All day long people like you are unscrewing my lid, pouring out my contents. Meal after meal. You know, this whole spice thing is just costing me too much. All I wanted when I became a spice was to have a nice spice rack to raise my children. Maybe be part of a nice Christmas dinner or an Easter brunch. You know. The big meals. But I never expected to be asked to give up so much. And for what? What kind of difference is this making?”
“I see your point, I guess. But isn’t spreading good flavor the very reason you exist?”
“Maybe to you. But the recipes lately have just gotten to be too intrusive.”
I determined that this conversation was going nowhere. Clearly this nutmeg was a little short on the meg and heavy on the nuts. So, I put it down.
Next, I tried the rosemary. I unscrewed the lid and began to sprinkle some into the pot, when I heard another voice.
“No, please, no!”
It was a female voice. I looked at the jar. Again, another face. This time, it looked scared.
“Let me guess, “ I said. You don’t want to be used either?
“Please don’t be too hard on me. I just don’t think I’m ready yet.”
“Not ready yet?”
“No, you see, I’ve only been a spice for a very short amount of time. I only became a spice last year, while attending a cooking service. Very touching. I can still remember the chef’s recipe title: “Jesus is Cumen Soon, So You Don’t Have Much Thyme”.
“That’s very nice,” I offered drolly.
“Anyway, I’ve only been a spice for a few months. You might call me just a Spice, uh, Girl.”
“I’d prefer not, Rosemary.”
“So, I just want a little more time to grow in my flavor. I’m just not ready to be spread out for other people’s meals just yet. Check back with me after I’ve cured long enough.”
I put down the rosemary. This was getting to be outrageous. Two spices, two rejections. I looked at my watch. Thirty minutes before the guests arrived. I was running out of time. They were going to be hungry, and some of them were going to be tired. I thought fast.
No nutmeg. No rosemary. Let’s try the paprika.
I knew better this time. Before unscrewing the lid, I looked at the jar first. Again, there was a face looking back at me.
“Don’t even think about it,” the jar said.
At this point I couldn’t stand it. Here I was, in a veritable pressure cooker, having a conversation with a jar of paprika. This one had a nice bushy beard and a set of bifocal glasses. He even had a cute little bowtie and spoke with a heavy Austrian accent.
“And why, pray tell, Mr. Paprika, do you not wish to be sprinkled?”
“I am still in training. I am just a weak flabby spice right now, and I am trying to pump up my intellectual muscles.”
“Of course you are.”
“Right now I am reading everything I can about being a spice. I have read Chef Osteen’s Your Best Lunch Now, Chef Warren’s The Pompous-Driven Spice, and I am currently working through DBS.
“DBS?”
“Yes. Dinner By Seven.”
“Hmm. Sounds like you’re plenty ready to be used in the dish. C’mon, I’m getting desperate here. Put the book down and let’s go.”
“No. I don’t think so. There’s much more for me to read. Many questions I’ve got to figure out first. Too many doubts. Once I figure it all out, you can use me then.”
This was getting to be unbelievable. I put the paprika down and looked at all the jars in my spice rack. In unison, they all looked at me and said,
“WE’RE NOT GOING EITHER!!!”
This was Mutiny in the Pantry. A whole rack of perfectly usable, flavorful spices, none of which were willing to be used to spread good flavor for my guests. What was I going to do?
Then I remembered. The salt! I kept that in a separate container from the other spices. If there was anything that could help me out in a pinch, it was a pinch of salt. The world’s most essential flavor enhancer. The stuff of earth. A material of timeless value, used across the cultures as currency, preservative, and seasoning. Oh, salt! Glorious salt! Please don't fail me now!
I reached across the counter and picked up the saltshaker and looked at it.
“Hello,” the salt said to me, with a friendly voice.
“Hello, there. Do you mind if I use you for my guests?”
“No, not at all. But I’m not sure you’d want to.”
Well, I thought, at least this one was willing to be used. I could get past whatever its excuse was. “Why? What’s wrong with you?”
“Well, as it turns out, I’m not really salty anymore.”
“Let me get this straight. You are a saltshaker, full of salt, yet your salt doesn’t taste very salty?”
“That about sums it up, yeah!”
“WELL THEN WHAT GOOD ARE YOU?!?!”
“Oh, lots of uses. During the winter you could sprinkle me on the sidewalks and melt the ice. You could walk on me to keep your feet from slipping.”
“DO YOU REALIZE IT’S THE MIDDLE OF THE SUMMER?!?!”
“Oh, right. Well then, I guess I don’t have much use to you. Have you tried the spices in the spice rack?”
That was it. I was out of my mind. I put down the saltshaker, having wasted these last precious moments trying to convince a whole shelf of spices that they were valuable, useful, and vital. But they each turned me down.
Just then, the doorbell rang. It was the first of my guests.
I slunked my shoulders. I looked down on the counter. It was the recipe book I had been using to cook all the meals. As I read through the recipes, I noticed something I had never seen before. For each recipe, on the list of ingredients, all of the spices were crossed out. A black line through the black pepper. An “X” through the basil. A line through the lemongrass. Each spice marked out on every recipe.
I closed the book. I looked at the cover. It was a church cookbook.
“Jessica?” I called out to my wife. “Where did we get this recipe book?”
“Same place we got all the spices in the kitchen,” she said. “Remember the old dying church across the street that closed down last week?” One of their members gave them to us.
Hmm. What a shame. So much potential. So much need.


Jesus said, "You are the salt of the earth; but if salt has lost its taste, how can its saltiness be restored? It is no longer good for anything, but is thrown out and trampled under foot.”


Stay Salty,

Magrey

The Rev. Magrey R. deVega
St. Paul's United Methodist Church
531 W. Main St.
Cherokee, IA 51012
Ph: 712-225-3955
http://www.cherokeespumc.org



WORSHIP THIS SUNDAY
We continue our sermon series “God’s Double Agents” with a powerful story of Naaman, a general who needed to be cured of leprosy by Elisha. It’s a sermon titled “The Case of the Incurable Commander” and has a lot to teach us about healing and humility.

Proud to Be in the UMC

July 13, 2010

Dear St. Paul’s Family,

John Wesley remembered traveling a great distance to meet a “serious man” who gave him some very valuable advice. “Sir,” the man told Wesley, “You wish to serve God and go to heaven. Remember you cannot serve him alone; you must therefore find companions or make them; the Bible knows nothing of solitary religion.” [1]

This man revolutionized Wesley’s thinking, steering him away from the typically privatized, radically individualistic faith of his day into one that was built on connections and relationships. This perspective would become the basis for his classes and bands, the small groups that drove the early Methodist movement. It would later be an essential ingredient of Methodist polity, with churches organized into interconnected, interrelated networks.

Undoubtedly, there have been times when the United Methodist Church has been accused, perhaps unfairly, of seeming bureaucratic and overly corporate. But at our best, the connectional system is among our greatest assets, synchronizing our efforts to advance God’s mission and responding to the needs of the world with coordinated vigor. If you want to see an example of just how this is possible, receive a recent example from our own backyard.

Two weeks ago, the day after devastating flash floods hit Cherokee, I sent an e-mail updating you with the latest information about relief efforts and the need for volunteers. Our need was dire: 300 homes damaged by rising waters, with 80 of them deemed “urgent.”

After a few hours, that e-mail was forwarded to the Conference Office in Des Moines, and by the end of the afternoon, I was contacted by Conference disaster coordinator Becky Wood and District disaster coordinator Catie Newman. Within a matter of days, we were receiving daily deliveries from around the district of flood buckets containing cleaning supplies. We received phone calls and pledges of support from our District Superintendent, Bernie Colorado, Field Outreach Minister Sarah Stevens, and even our Bishop, Julius Trimble. They each assured us that we would not be dealing with this crisis alone.

Then, last week, a cavalry of volunteer teams arrived, from Hornick United Methodist, Morningside College, and Grace United Methodist in Sioux City. Over three days’ time, dozens of volunteers logged an astounding 186 work hours and essentially finished off the list of 80 urgent homes by the end of last Thursday. Aimee Barritt, a member of St. Paul’s and the county’s emergency management director, was amazed by this outpouring of support.

“I have never been so proud to be a United Methodist,” she said.

The work of the our denomination has made quite an impression on city leaders, as the city council has decided to make a formal proclamation acknowledging and thanking the United Methodist Church for its efforts.

These are uplifting developments, but they should not be surprising to us. After all, there’s a reason that our newly adopted mission statement includes this paragraph: We are Part of a Global Church: We celebrate our commitment to the universal body of Christ, and commit our support to the ministries of the United Methodist Church around the world. And there’s a reason we strive to be faithful in our apportionment giving, meeting our full requirements every year. And there’s a reason we affirm our ties to the district, conference, and general church whenever we can.

Here’s the reason: when the floods hit Cherokee, and most of the major roads into town were submerged, our community was literally surrounded by water. But St. Paul’s UMC was no island. We continued to be part of a grand, dynamic connectional system, grounded in Wesley’s belief that “the Bible knows nothing of solitary religion.”

The work will continue, of course. Now that we are officially past the “recovery” phase of flood work, the county will be doing a thorough inspection of all damaged homes that will take the next several weeks. By the end of the summer or early fall, we anticipate that we will be entering the “reconstruction” phase, which will demand a different set of skills and energies to help people rebuild the damage in their homes. When that time comes, we already have commitments from groups in the state who will converge once again on Cherokee and help out people in need.

It’s the Methodist way, and it’s awfully inspiring to behold. You, too, should be proud of being a United Methodist.

Grace and Peace,

Magrey

The Rev. Magrey R. deVega
St. Paul's United Methodist Church
531 W. Main St.
Cherokee, IA 51012
Ph: 712-225-3955
http://www.cherokeespumc.org

[1] The Heart of John Wesley’s Journal, Fleming H. Revell Co., 1903, pg. xix.



A WORD OF THANKS
Thanks to all of you who helped provide and serve meals to the volunteers who worked in town last week: Roni Timmerman, Jean Anderson, Phyllis Parrott, Penny Lundell, Betty Forest, Don Witcombe, Evan Knapp, and Andrea Cook.

WORSHIP THIS SUNDAY
We continue our summer blockbuster sermon series “God’s Double Agents” by hearing the story of Elisha and the miracle of the widow’s oil. Follow along with a daily scripture reading bookmark, available in the narthex or the church office.

IOWA-NIGERIA PARTNERSHIP
On Sunday, July 25, we will be receiving a special offering supporting our Conference’s partnership with the church in Nigeria. Consult the missions board in the Fellowship Hall or this Sunday’s bulletin for more information.

A Summer Reading List

June 22, 2010

Dear St. Paul’s Family,

Read any good books lately?

Publishers would have us believe that this is the season for curling up with a good book for long stretches of time, at a lakeside cabin or a beachside cottage. But as I enter my fourth summer in Iowa, I’ve discovered that I’m much more likely to polish off a good tale during the winter, when it’s single digits outside and there’s a warm fire inside.

Nevertheless, it is always good practice to carve out time for family and rest, and I am making a concerted effort to do so this summer. My wife and I will be spending some time together (without the kids!) for four days this weekend to celebrate our 13th wedding anniversary, and then we’ll be spending about four days at her family’s cabin in Minnesota in July. And then, we’ll have about five days in August to visit family in Florida. This means that I’ll be suspending the writing of the Mid-Week Message until July 13, to give myself a bit of a break. And hopefully, this will afford me lots of time to put even a small dent in the tall stack of books that have been calling my name.

In case your wondering, here’s my personal summer reading list, and maybe you’ll find an interest in picking one of these up for yourself.

Humble Leadership: Being Radically Open to God’s Guidance and Grace by N. Graham Standish. Discovering one’s personal leadership style is like searching for a suit that fits just right. Of the many styles I have tried on, I think the one that is most natural and satisfying for me is one that balances personal humility with a commitment to the church’s goals. It is a concept I first learned about in Jim Collins’ Good to Great, but this book fleshes it out more fully and grounds it in Christian practice.

The Passage by Justin Cronin. What would summer be without an epic-length work of fiction? This story of a post-apocalyptic world filled deadly viruses and hungry vampires has been getting good reviews, and hopefully it will satisfy my “thirst” for a vicarious summer thrill.

The Hidden Spirituality of Men: Ten Metaphors for Awakening the Sacred Masculine by Matthew Fox. I first discovered Fox in seminary, and he completely changed my perspectives on humanity, sin, grace, and our relationship to the earth. He is an Episcopal priest and a foremost voice on feminist and creation spirituality. In this book Fox turns his attention to redeeming images of masculinity from its cultural deprivations, teaching men what it means to be masculine without being abusive, violent, and mongering.

Devil in the White City: Murder, Magic, and Madness at the Fair that Changed America by Erik Larson. Chicago is my absolute favorite megatropolis in the country, and Jessica has been encouraging me to read this for quite sometime. It is a true account of two intriguing men: a serial killer named H. H. Holmes, and Daniel H. Burnham, chief architect of the 1893 Chicago World’s Fair. From what everyone has told me, this tale is too engrossing and too well-written to pass up.

Preaching from Memory to Hope by Thomas G. Long. When I grow up, I want to preach and write like Tom Long. His latest book focuses on the practice of Christian funerals, which has been a significant part of my ministry here at St. Paul’s. Dr. Long balances sound, rigorous theology with practical applications for ministry, and I’m always looking for ways to improve what I do.

Of course, if you come across a book that you have thoroughly enjoyed, pass me the title! I’m always looking for a good read, and I hope you find your fair share this summer!

Grace and Peace,

Magrey

The Rev. Magrey R. deVega
St. Paul's United Methodist Church
531 W. Main St.
Cherokee, IA 51012
Ph: 712-225-3955
http://www.cherokeespumc.org




WORSHIP THIS SUNDAY
We are delighted to have Krista Taylor as our guest preacher this Sunday. She is the daughter of former pastor Ray Hampton and his wife Rhonda, and is going to be working as a missionary with Africa Inland Mission and serving the Rift Valley Academy in Kijabe, Kenya. You will have the opportunity to hear more about her upcoming trip and support her with a special offering. Come this Sunday and put God’s love into action around the world.

KIDS AGAINST HUNGER
What a great week we shared with the children at last week’s Vacation Bible School! The children came through with a strong offering to this year’s VBS missions project, Kids Against Hunger. Their contributions totaled $491.00, and we challenged you to match them dollar for dollar. Well, you came through, contributing $548.00, for a total of $1,039.00 That’s enough to feed a nutritious meal to over 4,400 hungry children throughout the world. Great job!

Prayers for Hurting Pastors

June 16, 2010

Dear St. Paul’s Family,

Last Saturday was the culmination of eight consecutive days of Annual Conference meetings in Iowa and Florida. A friend of mine, commenting on my marathon of church business sessions, asked me, “Exactly which level of Dante’s Inferno would you call that?” Annual Conference gatherings have developed a reputation, perhaps unfairly, as being either stiflingly boring or depressingly divisive. But at their best, these holy conferences spur inspiration and encouragement, reminding us of the value of being connected as United Methodists around the world.

Such valuable moments often occur in the connections that are born and rekindled among the clergy who share their experiences over the previous year. Sometimes, there are joys to celebrate, such as exciting new ministries and joyous family occasions. But often, the stories are more sobering. Some colleagues shared with me the difficulties they have had in the church they are serving. Others were burdened by health concerns, either for themselves or for a loved one. Many bemoaned the harsh effects of a brutal economy, both on their family’s finances and on their church’s ministries. Overall, common themes emerged: loneliness, isolation, anxiety, and fatigue. For so many in the connection, this has been a tough year to be a pastor.

In 2005, researchers Dean Hoge and Jacqueline Wenger published a book titled Pastors in Transition: Why Clergy Leave Local Church Ministry. Sponsored by Duke Divinity School and the Lily Endowment, their research studied the current state of American clergy, and analyzed why so many ministers were leaving the church. As part of their survey of disgruntled clergy, they asked this question: “How important was each of the following possible reasons why you left your position in local church ministry?” Here were the top four responses:

I felt drained by the demands on me.
I felt lonely or isolated.
I was not supported by denominational officials.
I felt bored or constrained in the position.

I would venture a guess that every pastor, at one point or another in their ministry, has had at least one of these reasons cross their mind. These responses remind me of this Sunday’s Scripture reading, in which a certain clergy person was on the verge of burnout. Elijah had ventured into the wilderness, fearing for his life. Ahab and Jezebel had just placed a death warrant over his head, and he felt abandoned, anxious, and alone. When God came to him to ask why he was hiding, Elijah responded with some of the most visceral, raw, and painful words in the Bible:

I have been very zealous for the Lord, the God of hosts; for the Israelites have forsaken your covenant, thrown down your altars, and killed your prophets with the sword. I alone am left, and they are seeking my life, to take it away.

Elijah was at the end of his rope, ready to give up, and walk away from the ministry. If he had been interviewed by researchers Hoge and Wenger, he likely would have concurred with all four of the top reasons to quit, right then and there. But, there was good news for him; even though he was ready to resign, God was not about to give up on him.

God led Moses to a cave on Mt. Horeb, and prepared him for a timely word of encouragement through most unorthodox means. Rather than speaking to Elijah through familiar modes of fire, earthquake, and wind, God chose to speak in a still, small voice, audible only when Elijah head learned to master the silence, and quiet the voices around and within him.

I think there is a message in this story for every discontented clergy, and for the lay people that love them: quiet your heart, and listen carefully. Set aside your tensions and burdens for a moment, and hone in on the very voice that called you into ministry to begin with. For lay people, this is a call to pray words of support and love for clergy, everywhere, who are battling through tough times and troubled hearts.

I know that many of you regularly offer prayers on my behalf, and I am truly heartened and strengthened by them. But if you also wish to pray for those clergy who are struggling and suffering, perhaps you can include the following:

· Pray for those who are crushed by the growing demands of ministry, and doubtful of their abilities to negotiate an ever-expanding set of responsibilities.
· Pray that in moments of weariness and fatigue, they will remember the early days of their ministry, and recapture the excitement of their calling.
· Pray for calm and discernment for those pastors caught in unhealthy power struggles within the congregation.
· Pray for those pastors dealing with bouts of loneliness and isolation, that they may realize what Elijah discovered: they are not truly alone, and there are companions imminently available to them.
· Pray for those struggling with issues of integrity, that they may achieve and maintain the holy standard to which they are called.
· Pray for the emergence of laity and other servant leaders to join them in shared ministry, alleviating a clergy person’s undue burdens.

At the end of the clergy session of the Florida Annual Conference, Bishop Timothy Whitaker enthusiastically declared to us that he was determined to make this the best year of his ministry ever, and implored us all to do the same. His challenge resonated through the halls of the Lakeland Center, and I am stirred by it to this day. And Julius Trimble, Bishop of the Iowa Conference, is fond of repeating his favorite phrase to United Methodist clergy and lay people throughout the state of Iowa: “Be Encouraged.”

As we venture into a new appointment year together, I am newly energized to be your pastor, and grateful for the chance to serve with you in ministry. Let us together hold up in prayer all struggling congregations and their pastors, that they may remember that the same Spirit that was revealed to Elijah in the still, small voice is alive and active in their midst.

Be encouraged, indeed,

Magrey

The Rev. Magrey R. deVega
St. Paul's United Methodist Church
531 W. Main St.
Cherokee, IA 51012
Ph: 712-225-3955
http://www.cherokeespumc.org



VBS THIS WEEK
We are well under way with our “High Seas Expedition,” this year’s Vacation Bible School experience. Continue to pray for the children who are experiencing God’s love, and the adults who are offering their time and energy. Join us this Sunday as the children share their songs and their lessons from this exciting week.

Consider the Ravens

June 8, 2010

Dear St. Paul’s Family,

When Jessica returned a few weeks ago from a trip to Alaska with Morningside College, she brought me a souvenir. It is a lovely picture of a raven, which I now display on my office desk. Admittedly, the only things I knew about ravens prior to her trip were that Edgar Allan Poe wrote a poem about them and that they were a football team from Baltimore.

She explained that in Alaskan Native spirituality, ravens carry significant meaning. Some mythologies believe that a raven created the world and continues to bring forth daylight. The Kaigani Haida people of southern Alaska claim a story of how a raven one day found and freed some male humans trapped in a clam. It then decided to pair them with female counterparts, thus initiating interactions between men and women and propagating the human race. The Haida believe that since then, the raven has been a protector and provider for all human beings.

Lest you think such stories are too strange to be meaningful, consider the Scriptures. I was looking at my raven picture when I thought about 1 Kings 17. You heard the story last Sunday: an exhausted, starving, and fearful Elijah discovered the healing power of ravens. He had just declared a lengthy drought upon the land and was led by God for isolation in the wilderness. But twice daily, God sent the birds to feed him meat and bread, and provided the fresh water of the river of Cherith. Through the ravens, he received just enough sustenance to make it through every day. Newly strengthened, Elijah emerged from the wilderness ready to do the work of ministry.

If we’re honest, there are many of us who find ourselves in the wilderness in this very moment. We suffer from long, drawn out droughts of loneliness, frustration, grief, and anxiety. It may have been a long, long time since you’ve felt the fresh rains of joy and peace soak through your souls, your spirits, and your relationships. So let the story of Elijah at Cherith remind you that this period of your life can be a blessing, as you learn dependence on God and not on your own means. For take heart: God is sending ravens your way, even if you don’t recognize them.

· Sometimes, they take the form of people who offer you a kind word, a listening ear, or a prayerful spirit.

· Sometimes, they encompass the silent spaces of life, when you hear nothing more than the simultaneous stillness and restlessness of your soul.

· Sometimes, the ravens burst into song, heard through unexpected laughter, sighs of relief, or cathartic lamentation.

· Sometimes, the ravens emerge from within you, enabling you to draw from a previously untapped reserve of courage and strength.

· And at times, the ravens connect you to the rich resources of the faith: Scriptures, hymns, litanies, and sacred writings.

Then consider this: God may wish to use you as a raven for someone else. You may be the very conduit of grace and nourishment for someone else in need. You may not believe that you have the resources or the ability to bring such support and encouragement, but you do. And there may be no better prescription for your personal drought than to get out of yourself and serve.

THIS SUNDAY: THE CASE OF THE SERVANT SHOWDOWN

The next story in our sermon series might as well have been written by a Hollywood screenwriter. Elijah’s confrontation with the prophets of Baal on Mt. Carmel has all the elements of a summer blockbuster: drama, suspense, a final battle scene, and dazzling pyrotechnics. But more importantly, it showcases the benefits of trusting in God against all the competing forces of chaos and disharmony throughout the world and in your life. It will not be difficult to imagine the connections between this compelling story and all that is happening in you and around you.

So join us this Sunday for a sermon titled, “The Case of the Servant Showdown.” It’s part of our summer blockbuster sermon series, “God’s Double Agents: The Miraculous Missions of Elijah and Elisha.” May these stories bring you sustenance and encouragement, just as the raven did for Elijah.

Blessed Bird Watching,

Magrey

1 Kings 18:20-24

20 So Ahab sent to all the Israelites, and assembled the prophets at Mount Carmel.

21 Elijah then came near to all the people, and said, ‘How long will you go limping with two different opinions? If the Lord is God, follow him; but if Baal, then follow him.’ The people did not answer him a word.

22 Then Elijah said to the people, ‘I, even I only, am left a prophet of the Lord; but Baal’s prophets number four hundred and fifty.

23 Let two bulls be given to us; let them choose one bull for themselves, cut it in pieces, and lay it on the wood, but put no fire to it; I will prepare the other bull and lay it on the wood, but put no fire to it.

24 Then you call on the name of your god and I will call on the name of the Lord; the god who answers by fire is indeed God.’

MAGREY IN FLORIDA

Having attended the gathering in Des Moines of the Iowa Annual Conference, I am heading to Florida to attend the Florida Annual Conference, of which I am still a member. I will be returning Saturday night, and in the event of an emergency, please contact the church office.

New Summer Blockbuster!

June 1, 2010

Dear St. Paul’s Family,

At a gathering of family and friends over the weekend, we took turns sharing stories of our worst job experiences. Among the stories I told was how I applied for my first job, when I was a sophomore in high school.

The local Hungry Howies pizzeria was a few miles from my house in St. Petersburg, Florida, in a tedious stretch of strip stores that included a barber shop and nail salon. When picking up an order for my family one evening, I noticed a “Now Hiring” sign taped to the front counter, hastily scribbled on a torn-off sheet of spiral notebook paper. I had never had a job before, let alone applied for one, but I knew I would need to enter the work force eventually.

I took an application home and studied it. It was fairly standard, with about three inches of blank space for me to offer all the reasons I would make a great employee. I knew that was about 2-7/8 inches too many. I was woefully under qualified for a job making pizzas, but I hoped that my years of culinary training next to my mother in the kitchen had afforded me transferable skills. True, Filipino spring rolls and pancit noodles were a far cry from pepperoni pizzas with buttercheese crusts, but I was determined to present myself to the manager in the best possible light.

So, I decided to compensate with a plethora of school-related achievements. I filled up all three inches, and a good portion of the back, with such information as:

“Maintaining a 4.0 grade point average.”
“Sophomore Class President.”
“First Chair, Bass Clarinetist, Concert Band”
“Member, Chess Club.”
“Numerous Superior Ratings at Solo and Ensemble Competitions.”
“Tenor vocalist in my high school’s touring ensemble.”

I proudly waltzed into Hungry Howies the next day and slid my application across the counter to the manager. After wiping tomato sauce onto his sweat-stained shirt, he picked it up to take a look. Then he looked at me. I confidently gestured the “Call me” sign with an extended thumb and pinky next to my right ear. Without saying a word, he walked toward the boys in the back. Rather than wait for a response, I turned to go out the door, then heard an eruption of laughter from the storage room. I pretty much knew then and there that my aspiring career as a culinary artist at my local pizzeria was over before it started.

There is obviously no reason to pity me, as I eventually landed on the right career track and am doing a job I love. But that wasn’t always the case for some of the most important and underappreciated people in the Bible. Making calzones and delivering pizzas is nothing compared to the job of a prophet in the Hebrew Bible. They were often plucked from obscurity, with no name recognition or impressive skills, in order to carry out the most dangerous missions. They spoke words of truth against powerful people so hard-hearted to receive it and against populations of people too brittle to respond. And, they endured long stretches of loneliness, starvation, and fear for their well-being. Does that sound like a job you’d apply for? Without a doubt, if Jeremiah, Nathan, Ezekiel, or Isaiah were at our house over the weekend, they would have stopped our conversation cold recounting stories of their “worst job ever.”

Yet, they served one of the most vital roles in the entire Bible. They were God’s mouthpieces, offering course corrections for wayward people and wicked rulers. They did so with dazzling demonstrations of power and performance art. They were equal parts street performer, political pundit, hatchet operative, and wordsmith. And their lives serve as examples to us of how to live lives of courage, integrity, and faith, in the midst of dangerous adversaries and troubling times.

For the next eight weeks, we will be studying two of the greatest prophets in the Bible. Elijah and Elisha served concurrently as God’s messengers to the Southern Kingdom of Israel for a total of about thirty years during the 9th Century B.C.E. Elijah confronted the tyrannical rule of Ahab and Jezebel, and together they challenged opposing prophets of foreign gods. Their stories are recorded in First and Second Kings, which often reads like it were straight off the pages of an Ian Fleming spy novel.

So this summer, as you are curling up with a juicy book or are glued to the movie screen for some eye-catching special effects, join us at St. Paul’s for a terrific summer blockbuster we’re calling, “God’s Double Agents: The Miraculous Missions of Elijah and Elisha.” You’ll not want to miss a single action-packed episode!

God’s Double Agents:

The Miraculous Missions of Elijah and Elisha

June 6

“The Case of the Worn-Out Widow”

(The Widow of Zarephath)

1 Kings 17:1-24

June 13

“The Case of the Servant Showdown”

(The Priests of Baal)

1 Kings 18:20-40

June 20

“The Case of the Exhausted Agent”

(Elijah on Mt. Horeb)

1 Kings 19:11-18

June 27

Guest Preacher

Krista Taylor, Daughter of Ray and Rhonda Hampton

Missionaries to Kenya

July 4

“The Case of the Coveted Vineyard”

(Naboth’s Vineyard)

1 Kings 21:1-16

July 11

"The Case of the Fiery Chariot"

(Elijah and Elisha)

2 Kings 2:1-18

July 18

“The Case of the Widow’s Oil”

(Elisha and the Widow)

2 Kings 4:1-7

July 25

“The Case of the Incurable Commander”

(Elisha and Naaman)

2 Kings 5:1-19

August 6

“The Case of the Lost Land”

(The Shunamite Woman)

2 Kings 8:1-15

August 13

Guest Artist

Jill Miller

Contemporary Christian Music Artist

See you Sunday!

Magrey

The Rev. Magrey R. deVega

St. Paul's United Methodist Church

531 W. Main St.Cherokee, IA 51012

Ph: 712-225-3955

http://www.cherokeespumc.org/

SUMMER SCHEDULE BEGINS JUNE 6

We begin our summer worship schedule on June 6, with worship starting at 9:30, and Sunday school suspended throughout the summer. Also, Phyllis Parrott will be coordinating sign-ups for after church coffees from June through August. Please contact her to bring in refreshments.

IMPORTANT CHURCH-WIDE MEETING JUNE 6

Following the worship service on June 6, the Building Committee will be giving an important update on the status of the upcoming renovation and capital campaign. You will have the opportunity to give the committee critical feedback that will guide its recommendation later this year.

ANNUAL CONFERENCE THIS WEEKEND

Please pray for your delegates to Annual Conference, which starts this Saturday in Des Moines. In addition to your pastor, Marilyn Brubaker and Mary Jo Carnine will be representing St. Paul’s in important matters for the life of the Iowa Conference.