The Value of Work

August 31, 2010

Dear St. Paul’s Laborers,

This weekend, millions of Americans will spend Labor Day relaxing with family and friends. They will fire up grills, take boats out for a spin, put a line in the water, and enjoy moments of rest and recreation. When the government established the first Monday in September as a celebration of the American worker over one hundred years ago, it declared a “yearly national tribute to the contributions workers have made to the strength, prosperity, and well-being of our country.” [1]

I invite you to include in your observance a moment of gratitude for your ability to work. Consider more than just your employment; include all the ways that you design, create, and construct a better world for you and those around you. If you have a job, give thanks for the means you have to provide for yourself and your loved ones. You might also say a prayer for the millions of people in this country who are unemployed, and are spending this weekend struggling to make ends meet.

Let us also remember the commandment God gave to Moses, establishing the biblical principles for work and rest in Exodus 34:21: Six days you shall work, but on the seventh day you shall rest; even in plowing time and in harvest time you shall rest.

On first glance, this is a fairly straightforward command. Work for six days and rest on the seventh. Recharge your batteries, connect with God, and worship. We commonly interpret the passage in this way: worship is reserved for one day, the rest of the week for work. Sundays become compartmentalized for our spiritual needs, but Monday through Saturday is set aside for our secular selves: to labor, toil, and make a living.

However, a quick analysis of the Hebrew language shifts this passage’s meaning. The word used to describe the kind of work that we are to do throughout the week is the word avodah. “Six days you shall avodah, but on the seventh day you shall rest.” But as is often the case in Hebrew, a single word can have multiple meanings.

Avodah not only means work. It also means worship.

According to this commandment, the work we do throughout the week is, in fact, an act of worship to God. Our work is our worship. So, re-imagine the passage: “On the seventh day, worship God with your heart. And the rest of the week, worship God with the work of your hands, in service to God.”

This is frame-bending stuff! There should be no distinction between our spiritual lives and our vocational lives. The real question for each of us is not, “How can I enjoy my job more?” or “How can I feel satisfied with my work?” The ultimate question is “How can I see my work as worship? How can I stop perceiving my work as merely making a living and start seeing it as my best and fullest act of worship to God?” Here are three recommendations:

DO YOUR JOB WITH EXCELLENCE

I love Eugene Peterson’s paraphrase of Colossians 3:22-24:

Servants, do what you’re told by your earthly masters. And don’t just do the minimum that will get you by. Do your best. Work from the heart for your real Master, for God, confident that you’ll get paid in full when you come into your inheritance. Keep in mind always that the ultimate Master you’re serving is Christ. The sullen servant who does shoddy work will be held responsible. Being a follower of Jesus doesn’t cover up bad work.

That’s a rich final phrase: Being a follower of Jesus doesn’t cover up bad work. No matter what your occupation is, and no matter what menial or major tasks fill your day, do your job well. Making your work an act of worship means doing it with excellence. I’m reminded of Martin Luther’s statement about vocation and spirituality:

The maid who sweeps her kitchen is doing the will of God just as much as the monk who prays—not because she may sing a Christian hymn as she sweeps but because God loves clean floors. The Christian shoemaker does his Christian duty not by putting little crosses on the shoes, but by making good shoes, because God is interested in good craftsmanship.

God loves clean floors and good craftsmanship! So we should, too.

DO YOUR JOB WITH INTEGRITY

Maintaining integrity at work is an act of worship, too, so do your job with the highest moral, ethical, and biblical standards. Remember that the words integrity and integrate are from the same Latin root word, integritas, which means wholeness and completeness. Christian integrity means that we allow Christian ethical principles to shape every aspect of our lives, each and every day.

There should not be one kind of standard that we keep while we are at church and another kind that we keep throughout the week. We should not maintain a certain standard in our public world and a different one behind closed doors. Living with integrity means devoting the whole of our lives to the same values.

DO YOUR JOB AS A WITNESS FOR GOD

Your job gives you the opportunity to reach out in love to a particular group of people with whom you come into contact. God may have placed you there for a unique mission, just as God has always put ordinary people in ordinary positions to do extraordinary things. God called carpenters and shepherds, lawyers and choir directors, doctors and tent makers, military people and tax collectors, prostitutes and fishermen, right in the midst of their vocation. God still calls run of the mill, salt of the earth folks, because those are the ones that can best reach the widest number of people in the world.

It might be that your word of encouragement, your act of kindness, your listening ear, your loving word of truth, and the relationship you build with others in trust and confidence, might be precisely the reason you are in your job right now. When God looks out over this vast world and sees the countless numbers of people who are yet untouched by the power and love of Christ, God calls people just like you and me to reach out to them, through acts of kindness and words of love:

Calling lawyers to be advocates for the kingdom.
Calling mechanics to repair broken souls.
Calling insurance agents to bring people eternal security.
Calling chefs to offer the bread of life.
Calling mothers and fathers to care for all children of God.

Good work!

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] U.S Department of Labor www.dol.gov/laborday/history.htm.



WORSHIP THIS SUNDAY
We continue our “Hebrews Hall of Fame” worship series with with the conclusion of Hebrews 11. Hear the powerful stories of faith by Rahab, Gideon, Barak, Samson, Jephthah, David, and Samuel.


BUILDING COMMITTEE UPDATE
For those not in attendance during last Sunday’s presentation by the Building Committee, handouts are available in the church office, and you can speak with a member of the Committee. They presented an updated proposal for the renovation, focusing on energy efficiency in the Education Wing and delaying projects in the kitchen, fellowship hall, lounge, library, and chapel. The cost estimate has been cut roughly in half, to $870,000 to $1,040,000.

Our Moses Obsession

August 24, 2010

Dear St. Paul’s Family,

Omnis fama a domesticis emanat.
(“All fame proceeds from servants.”)
- Francis Bacon

Last week, Bruce Feiler, bestselling author of Walking the Bible, marked an important, yet widely disregarded, anniversary in American history. Shortly after the adoption of the Declaration of Independence, founders Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Jefferson, and John Adams began work on designing a new seal for the fledgling United States. With all the possible symbols they could have used to capture the spirit of this new nation, their choice was somewhat surprising. On August 20, 1776, they revealed before Congress their proposal: a depiction of Moses, leading the Israelites through the Red Sea.

In choosing to appropriate the story of Moses for the country, the founders were inviting the earliest Americans to see their struggle as one that paralleled the Exodus, journeying to their own Promised Land, escaping their own tyrannical Pharoah. The new seal would encourage the country to maintain the same stalwart courage exhibited by the Great Liberator himself.

Over two centuries later, this country still anchors its identity in the life and legacy of Moses. Feiler offers this sweeping survey:

The Liberty Bell has a quote from Moses on its side. George Washington was hailed as the American Moses. Harriet Tubman called herself the "Moses of her people." Abraham Lincoln quoted Moses at Gettysburg. Cecil B. DeMille cast Moses as a hero for the Cold War. Martin Luther King compared himself to Moses on the night before he was killed. And nearly every American president, including Ronald Reagan, Bill Clinton, George W. Bush, and Barack Obama, has likened himself to Moses. For 400 years, one figure stands out as the surprising symbol of America. One person has inspired more Americans than any other. His name is Moses. [1]

Reading Feiler’s analysis prompted me to reflect on how fixated we continue to be on superstar personalities. We locate our individual narratives in the lives of celebrated heroes, praising them as the ideal to which we all must aspire. We single out great people (often men, frankly) and set them high on a pedestal, daring us to reach for that same standard of greatness. Moses may be among our favorite icons, but so is Daniel Boone, Paul Bunyan, George Washington, Babe Ruth, Joe DiMaggio, and countless others.

But is that what drives history and destiny? Larger-than-life celebrities?

I’ve never done a funeral for a nationally known celebrity, and likely never will. Instead, I’ve done countless services for ordinary people whose ongoing influence shapes the lives of families, friends, and communities. They accumulated a fortune, not based on the currency of wealth, but on acts of love and compassion. They did so with anonymity, without any expectation of recognition or reward.

These are the people that form the very fabric of a good and decent society, people like you and like me. Francis Bacon was right. All fame does proceed from servants.

I do realize the irony of making this case in the midst of a sermon series called “The Hebrews Hall of Fame,” in which we promote great individuals of the faith. So rather than stay focused on Moses, let me offer my own praise for the following unheralded people:

· Jochebed, Moses’ courageous mother, who took a risk most of us would never consider, in order to ensure her son’s future.
· Bithiah, Pharoah’s daughter, who opened her heart and her home to one of the Bible’s most important and most enduring deeds of compassion, the act of adoption.
· Jethro, Moses’ father-in-law, who took a chance on Moses and employed him while he was a fugitive on the run, and later encouraged him when he was on the verge of burnout.
· Aaron, Moses’ elder brother, who accepted second-fiddle to his kid brother, and became one of Moses’ stalwart vocal supporters.
· Miriam, Moses’ older sister, and the most underrated figure in the Exodus narrative. Her song leading encouraged the people as they traveled, and her song of victory is widely regarded by scholars as the oldest piece of Scripture in the Bible.

Yes, Moses is deserving of his numerous accolades and regard throughout history. We will explore more of his story this Sunday and discover reasons for his inclusion in the hallowed list of Hebrews 11. But we would best remember that the ongoing work of God’s kingdom is contingent on the work of common, ordinary people like us. None of us may ever rise to the level of celebrity. But we can each live a Hall of Fame life.

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] http://www.huffingtonpost.com/bruce-feiler/this-month-in-moses-how-t_b_680865.html



Hebrews 11:23-28
23 By faith Moses was hidden by his parents for three months after his birth, because they saw that the child was beautiful; and they were not afraid of the king’s edict.
24 By faith Moses, when he was grown up, refused to be called a son of Pharaoh’s daughter,
25 choosing rather to share ill-treatment with the people of God than to enjoy the fleeting pleasures of sin.
26 He considered abuse suffered for the Christ to be greater wealth than the treasures of Egypt, for he was looking ahead to the reward.
27 By faith he left Egypt, unafraid of the king’s anger; for he persevered as though he saw him who is invisible.
28 By faith he kept the Passover and the sprinkling of blood, so that the destroyer of the firstborn would not touch the firstborn of Israel.


IMPORTANT CONGREGATIONAL MEETING THIS SUNDAY
After the service this Sunday, the Building Committee will present a revised set of plans and cost estimates for the congregation’s consideration. There will be no formal vote, as this is not officially a Charge Conference, but we will be soliciting everyone’s feedback.

UPDATE ON KRISTA TAYLOR
Thank you for your continued prayers for Krista Taylor, daughter of Ray and Rhonda Hampton, who is serving with her family as missionaries in Rift Valley Academy in Africa. After undergoing premature contractions in her pregnancy, Rhonda reports that she is now fine and anticipates returning to Rift Valley very soon.

Rubber Snakes and the Life of Faith

August 18, 2010

Dear St. Paul’s Family,

There are many variations of the classic children’s game “Hot Potato,” but never a version involving a rubber snake and an iPod. While vacationing last week in Florida, our two daughters Grace and Madelyn were in the back seat of the car inventing the new version of the game.

You know how the game usually works. Children take turns tossing the “potato” to each other quickly. When the music stops, the child holding the object loses the game. Madelyn found a toy rubber snake on the floor of the car to serve as the potato, and they used my iPod to play the music. The two of them began tossing the snake back and forth, while Grace started and stopped the music. That’s right: Grace was not only playing the game, she was controlling it.

You can imagine how the games played out. Grace would stop the music whenever her sister was holding the snake. She would keep the music playing whenever she had it in her hands. After a few minutes of spirited play, and a pretty lengthy winless streak, Madelyn said, tersely, “I don’t think this is working.”

The preacher in me made a quick connection to the story of Abraham, the subject of our “Hebrews Hall of Fame” sermon this Sunday. You know the story well. He was called by God to pack up all his belongings and take his family on a journey that would lead to an unknown, and permanent, new residence. He learned that following God means that you can’t control your own music. You move forward in life, taking everything it gives you – joys and sorrows, triumph and heartache – not knowing whether, in any given instant, you may be stuck holding the hot potato for the time being.

Unlike Abraham, we try to seize control. We attempt to master all of life’s variables, to distance ourselves from trials and suffering, only to discover that such efforts are feeble in the face of inevitable pain and struggle.

Abraham offers a different alternative. One of trust and faith, irrationally believing in a God who offered promise without any proof. Yes, I suspect that Abraham still had his doubts. Maybe he second-guessed himself – and God – throughout this dusty desert journey. But at no point did he decide that he knew better than God.

Anne Lamott wrote: “The opposite of faith is not doubt; it is certainty.” It is being too sure of yourself, arrogantly believing that you can negotiate around every one of life’s potential pitfalls. Whenever we try to insulate ourselves against mystery, ambiguity, and hardship, we learn pretty quickly that we can’t. We are subject to forces beyond our ability to predict them or anticipate them. We simply can’t control the music.

So, we must choose to live a life of faith. To embrace ambiguity, and forge through the hardship, believing – even when the evidence shows otherwise – that God is leading us to a place of new hope and new life. That’s why Abraham is hailed as a hero of the faith, and that’s why he is an example to all of us.

Join us this Sunday as we learn more about his amazing story, in a sermon titled, “Faith Takes a Journey.” Come lay down your own self-assured tendencies, and release them to a God who envisions your destination ahead.

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



Hebrews 11:8-12
8 By faith Abraham obeyed when he was called to set out for a place that he was to receive as an inheritance; and he set out, not knowing where he was going.
9 By faith he stayed for a time in the land he had been promised, as in a foreign land, living in tents, as did Isaac and Jacob, who were heirs with him of the same promise.
10 For he looked forward to the city that has foundations, whose architect and builder is God.
11 By faith he received power of procreation, even though he was too old—and Sarah herself was barren—because he considered him faithful who had promised.
12 Therefore from one person, and this one as good as dead, descendants were born, ‘as many as the stars of heaven and as the innumerable grains of sand by the seashore.’

The Hebrews Hall of Fame

August 11, 2010

Dear St. Paul’s Family,

This past Saturday, in Canton, Ohio, seven men were inducted into the Pro Football Hall of Fame. The inductees included the all-time leader in receptions, receiving yards and receiving touchdowns (Jerry Rice), the all-time leader in touchdowns and rushing yards (Emmit Smith), the defensive tackle with the most sacks in a career (John Randle), and a member of the greatest linebacking corps in history (Rickey Jackson). Several sportswriters have suggested that this may be the greatest induction class since 1971, when Canton welcomed legends Jim Brown and Vince Lombardi. It’s an impressive group of players, to be sure.

The buzz surrounding the Class of 2010 caused me to reflect a bit on our cultural obsession with individual achievement. There’s a Canadian Cartoonist Hall of Fame, an Insurance Hall of Fame, a Military Intelligence Hall of Fame, and even – get this – a Shuffleboard Hall of Fame (in my hometown of St. Petersburg, Florida. Go figure.) We espouse persons who are larger than life, elevating them to celebrity status beyond the margins of community and camaraderie. As the saying goes, there may be no “I” in “Team.” But there is certainly one in “Celebrity.”

It’s timely that the Lectionary this month directs our gaze toward the book of Hebrews, which offers a most formidable – and significant – group of honorees, memorialized in Hebrews 11. This “Hall of Fame” of Israelite tradition is a veritable highlight reel of risk, courage, and faith. There’s Abraham, who packed up on command, without even a hint of his destination. There’s Elijah, the greatest prophet; Samson, the follicly-gifted judge; and Rahab, the heroine from the unlikeliest of occupations.

Their stories comprise our new sermon series during August, called “The Hebrews Hall of Fame,” and we begin with a trio of playmakers I’m calling “The Forerunners of Faith:” Abel, Enoch, and Noah. I have to admit, however, that I’m a bit puzzled. Hebrews, for some reason, groups these three together from the beginning, though there is no clear connection among them. The best I can figure, Abel is known for how he died, Enoch is known for how he didn’t die, and Noah for how he kept people from dying. I can see why Noah is on the list. He took a leap of faith unlike any prior or since. But Abel? And Enoch? (Who in the world is Enoch?)

We run into some trouble, then, when we try to treat the Hebrews Hall of Fame as a barometer for individual achievement, as we soon realize that there is no easy set of criteria to define great faith. To get into Canton, for example, you need the statistics to back you up: score enough touchdowns, gain a lot of yards, win championships, make it to some Pro Bowls, make a name for yourself. Achievements like these help separate the great players from the truly special. But there are no such objective measures for the life of faith. There are no statistics kept for the number of hours you pray, services you attend, or souls you save. So when we encounter a list of “Who’s Who” in the faith, beginning with a trio of persons who don’t seem to fit the same criteria, we wind up scratching our heads.

That is, until we get to the end, in Hebrews chapter 12. We come to understand that the reason for this “Hall of Faith” is not to celebrate individual achievements or personal triumph. Instead, it is to draw our attention to the power of community.

“Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight and the sin that clings so closely, and let us run with perseverance the race that is set before us, looking to Jesus the pioneer and perfecter of our faith.”

If you saw the induction ceremonies, you may have seen the speech given by Rickey Jackson, who paused during his speech to look at the sea of all the Hall of Famers in the audience. And perhaps thinking of the all 270 inductees who form a hallowed community, he said, "Football has always been my life. I see that in these guys here, man. These Hall of Famers here, I just seeing how these guys carry themselves, the love they had for football."

For the next few weeks, we’ll study how all of these great heroes carry themselves, and look to find ourselves in them. We’ll discover that we are not truly alone, and that as we live out their example, we will reaffirm our part in a community that stretches beyond time, across relationships, and throughout the body of Christ.

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


Hebrews 11:1-7
1 Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.
2 Indeed, by faith our ancestors received approval.
3 By faith we understand that the worlds were prepared by the word of God, so that what is seen was made from things that are not visible.
4 By faith Abel offered to God a more acceptable sacrifice than Cain’s. Through this he received approval as righteous, God himself giving approval to his gifts; he died, but through his faith he still speaks.
5 By faith Enoch was taken so that he did not experience death; and ‘he was not found, because God had taken him.’ For it was attested before he was taken away that ‘he had pleased God.’
6 And without faith it is impossible to please God, for whoever would approach him must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who seek him.
7 By faith Noah, warned by God about events as yet unseen, respected the warning and built an ark to save his household; by this he condemned the world and became an heir to the righteousness that is in accordance with faith.

August 15
Abel, Enoch, and Noah: The Forerunners of Faith
Hebrews 11:1-7

August 22
Abraham: Faith Takes a Journey
Hebrews 11:8-22

August 29
Moses: Faith into Freedom
Hebrews 11:23-28

September 5
Rahab, Barak, and Gideon: Legions of Faithful
Hebrews 11:29-40

September 12
Having a Hall of Fame Faith
Hebrews 12:1-2, 13:1-8

For the Love of Africa

August 3, 2010

Dear St. Paul’s Family,

Here’s a question with an important answer: In what part of the world is Christianity growing the fastest?

Your first instinct might be to guess an industrialized country in Europe or North America. Or it might be to guess countries with the largest populations, like China or India. But what if I were to tell you that by 2050, Christians in Africa will outnumber Christians in Europe by more than two to one?

Those are among the compelling demographic trends offered by Philip Jenkins, in a recent article in The Christian Century. Jenkins attributes this forecast to the fact that the populations of African countries are skyrocketing, compared to the stagnant and declining populations of Europe and North America. For example:

· In 1900, the countries of east Africa (Kenya, Uganda, Tanzania), had 7 million people. In 2000: 90 million. By 2050: 260 million.

· In 1900, Nigeria had 16 million people. In 2000: 160 million. By 2050: 300 million.

· Overall, the continent of Africa had 100 million people in 1900. In 2005: 1 billion. By 2050: 2.5 billion.

· In contrast, Europeans outnumbered Africans four-to-one in 1900. By 2050, Africans will have a three-to-one advantage over Europeans.

Jenkins concludes: “As recently as 1900, Europe accounted for over two-thirds of the ‘Christian world,’ with North America a distant second and Africa barely on the map. By 2050, by far the largest share of the world’s Christians will be found in Africa, which should have a billion or more believers. By that time about a third of the world’s Christians will be African, and those African Christians will outnumber Europe’s by more than two to one. The Christian world will have turned upside down.” [1]

The implications for the American church are vast and varied. First, this ought to remind us of the global nature of the church, and that the kingdom of God observes no political boundaries. It is not the sole propriety of any one country, despite the jingoistic tendencies of American civil religion. We have not, and never will, corner the market on the Christian faith, and we would be foolish to believe that God favors Americans over any other people in the world.

As a result, we should remember our common connections and responsibilities to Christians throughout the world, regardless of their country of origin. The advancement of the church in Africa should be a concern of Christians here in this country, just as the Great Commission calls us to make disciples locally, regionally, and all throughout the world.

To this end, United Methodists in Iowa have developed a long-standing relationship with those in Nigeria, called the Iowa-Nigeria Partnership. Over the years, Iowa Methodists have provided funding for a variety of projects, including: literacy programs, student tuition grants, teacher stipends, agricultural programs, malaria relief, and school construction, just to name a few. [2]

And, of course, there are the numerous health kits provided by churches like St. Paul’s during our annual InGathering. When Bishop Julius Trimble called me the weekend after the flash floods in Cherokee to express his concern and support, he had just returned from a trip to Nigeria. He told me that he had the privilege of seeing the very health kits provided by Iowans directly distributed to Nigerians in need. It was a visible reminder of God’s love put into action in a tangible way.

All of this leads us to this Sunday, when we will be placing a direct emphasis on the Iowa-Nigeria Partnership for the first time as a St. Paul’s congregation. We are delighted to welcome the Rev. Kathy Martin, director of campus ministries at Morningside College, as our guest preacher for the morning. She has recently returned from a trip to Nigeria, and has much to share with us about the work of God through the United Methodist Church. She will be preaching on 2 Corinthians 8: 9-16, 23-24 with a sermon titled, “What We Know of Love.”

At the very least, you will want to welcome her and thank her and the crew from Morningside College for the tremendous work they offered during our flood recovery efforts from a few weeks ago. Kathy is a gift to Morningside College and the Iowa Conference, a compelling preacher, and a devoted servant of the church. This will be a sermon you will not want to miss, and I’m deeply grateful for her willingness to preach.

As part of the service, you will be invited to contribute to the Iowa-Nigerian Partnership, all of which will count toward our Rainbow Covenant Missions effort for this year. And if you are interested, you may want to put in a silent bid on the beautiful dress in our narthex made by Nigerian women. All of the proceeds will support the special offering.

Let us join with our brothers and sisters in Africa, and put God’s love into action.

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] Jenkins, Philip. “Religion by the Numbers.” The Christian Century. July 13, 2010
[2] for more information about the Iowa-Nigeria Partnership, visit iaumc.org.

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.