the Covenant, ours together and ours with God

I started to add running to my morning exercise about a year ago.  At first, it started as just adding a ½ mile jog onto the end of my 3+ mile walk in the morning.  A year later, without pushing myself hard, I run/jog the majority of my 3+ mile route usually 2x a week.  It’s been a rewarding journey learning how to pace myself and trust my body as someone who’s overweight, an ex-smoker, and diagnosed with asthma at 15.

The time I spend exercising each weekday morning along the Lake Michigan shore is time I spend with God.  The team of ministers I work with have made a covenant, which includes living our discipleship and upholding each other and our mission for about an hour each day.  As I walk or run, I’m often in prayer, feeling the frustrations of my life and/or focusing on our team praying.  I also try to listen, to allow myself to be spoken to by God through my thoughts, to see God in the sunrise over the lake or the behavior of the water.  Sometimes, it lies motionless.  At other times, waves crash against the seawall where, at points on my trail, sea spray hits against my skin.  This morning, however, I heard God in a different.  God spoke to me through shutting out my surroundings.  In doing so, I had a brush with divine wisdom that I needed for today.  I want to share it with you.

On the mornings I chose to run, I often push myself.  I’m either tired from the day before and need to force myself to run through my fatigue.  Or, I try pushing my endurance and breathe a little harder, which is very rewarding when I am done and I feel the release in my legs and body.   Running can have a calming effect on my day that way.  If I do this often, my morning run changes the character of my time with God.  My prayer and medication is more based on feeling my way through.  I strive to find God in the run.  My thoughts focus on the meaning of my physical pain, the fatigue of my legs, and my thoughts compete with obsessions about how far I’ve run, whether I’ve reached the mid-way point, or how far I am from finishing when I can cool down and walk the rest of the way.  Pushing myself has a spiritual quality to it.

I often feel that all of us in denominational ministry, especially serving the Community if Christ, are running a marathon in our work with the church.  The pain and frustration I feel from pushing myself as I run can be the same experience of pain and frustration I feel emotionally as I try to fulfill people’s expectations in my role in ministry.  Whether preparing a sermon, running a meeting, or just trying to do the right thing by a church member – all in an environment of denominational decline and dwindling resources in which our problems are too big to respond to – I hit points in my role in ministry in which I just look for the finish line or obsess about how far I have to go before I can stop.   I’m looking for a break from the jurisdictional responsibilities and congregational problems that our North American church, as a whole, are facing.

I had a different experience today, though.  As I ran this morning, I began a little tired.  I had a 13 hour day yesterday.  And, on Sunday, I was a part of closing one congregation and at another that is trying to be reborn.  I had my mind on some relationships and projects that I’ve been trying to get control of and successfully complete.  Taking a different tact today running, however, instead of pushing myself I decided to pace myself because I wanted to run a little longer today.  During my time with God as I jogged, I felt God talk to me.  It didn’t come through the beauty of the lake or my meditations on God.  The moment of communion and epiphany came when I felt divine wisdom intersect with my body’s feeling and prayers as I was jogging.

Almost ½ way into my run, I realized I was really enjoying it.  Yes, I was tired.  My legs were fatigued and felt a bit heavy.  But, I was pacing myself and my body felt good.  I emotionally felt up and I wanted to keep enjoying that feeling.

As I continued to jog, instead of enjoying the beauty of the lake or the sun rays I could see descending through the cloudy morning sky, I closed my eyes and shut out all that was around me to focus on the enjoyment of jogging.  My eyes peeked open every few second just to make sure I stayed on the trail and didn’t run into cyclers or other runners on my path.  But, for the vast majority of those couple miles, I kept my eyes closed.  I didn’t focus on how far I’d run or how far I had to go.  I simply enjoyed the running.

I felt God speak to me through the experience about the pace of my mind and of my life in all this.  This wasn’t a mental exercise or logical conclusion I came to.  It felt like a moment of revelation – revelation for that moment, for today, for what I was struggling with at this point in my ministry and my walk and run through life.

As I serve in this call to the church, I don’t have any idea how long it will take before I see things turning around for my congregation, the congregations I serve, or the North American church in general.  I don’t know how long it will take before the decline and contention seems to end.  I don’t know if the search for good pastors or volunteers for church camps will ever become easier, or if there will be a change in momentum.  I don’t know how many congregations I will help close or watch struggle for direction.  I can’t see the finish line for this job, nor any sort of mid-way point.  And no amount of short-term accomplishments will change the overall trends.  All I can do is keep running.

But…if I pace myself, discipline myself to stay with the Covenant, discipline my life to pray for and seek community with others, I won’t only learn to enjoy the run.  I can learn to close my eyes and take my mind off the obsessive search for signs of change, for finish lines, and half-way points.  I don’t have to rely on my eyes to find meaning or see what I can only trust in faith, whether it be new life or just plain relief.

There is no finish-line in ministry any more than there is a finish line with Christ.  Ministry, like discipleship, is not a series of tests on fulfilling others’ emotional or scriptural expectations, or test of organizational accomplishments.  We are called to trust less in these criterion of success or fulfillment and, instead, on the covenant.   Covenant and discipleship are Christian code words for a different kind of life and different kind of community than our world offers.  It is measured in completely a different way.

True.  Life, and life with others, remains a marathon, of sorts.  But, we cannot measure our progress solely on what we can see.  It isn’t always about finding God in the beauty of our surroundings.  Sometimes, there is more tragedy than beauty.  We also cannot give into staving off life’s despair and difficulties by setting artificial goals with discernible mid-points and finish lines.  Ministry, like discipleship, requires that I learn to close my eyes and trust in what I cannot see.  Living in covenant with God and others requires trust, which is only learned when we can pace ourselves and enjoy the journey.  The Covenant, like our life’s journey, is sure.

Christ has crossed the finish line and continues on that we might learn to walk/run with him each day.

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10 responses to “the Covenant, ours together and ours with God

  1. This was an interesting post and reminded me somewhat of an experience I had recently.

    Bob, my husband, was sick. Until the very last, we had no idea just how sick he was. The day we called in Hospice was the day we learned of the seriousness of his cancer.

    Our son, got emergency leave from the army and came the next day. When he saw his father, he immediately went outside and cried. I went to him and said “Please get this out of your system here, Scott. I do not want your dad to see us cry. It will remove all hope from him. He composed himself.

    Later Bob said to me. “How long do I have?” I answered “Bob, we don’t know. None of us know how long we have. Let’s just take this thing one day at a time. None of us are promised a tomorrow. We have only the day we have today. He remained strong by following that advice. All I could think of at that time, was “sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof”. The next seven days, I constantly reminded our kids not to break in front of Bob. He remained strong to the end. His birthday was to have been the day after he died. We celebrated his birthday on the Sunday afternoon before he died on Monday. We read him his 109 birthday cards, ate cake and ice cream.

    Taking one day at a time got us through that ordeal and it got Bob through it too. That’s how we need to live our lives. We don’t know what tomorrow will bring. We need to just live one day at a time the very best we can.

  2. Thanks, Matt. I needed to be reminded of that today. In my discussions with God recently–as our family is heading down some new and exciting (but also somewhat frightening) paths–the direction I keep getting is “Trust me.” I find it fairly easy to do that in the abstract, but when it becomes personal, it’s much harder.

    And yet, over the last few years (and beyond), there have been numerous times I have trusted God, either by choice or sometimes because I’ve had no other choice! In those times, things haven’t always happened the way I wanted them to…but as I look back, I can see that God has been running with me–and going before as well.

  3. I enjoyed your thoughts very much because they mirror feelings I’ve been struggling with for years now. One of my biggest frustrations is the institutional church. I keep wondering where this ship is headed. I can’t tell. It seems that every time we have a World Conference we lose members. It seems that church leadership is oblivious to the needs, desires, and fears of their common ordinary people. It seems to me that we’re trying to do church without people.

    I am a product of the old RLDS church. Over these past 50 years or so the church has been doing nothing but change. As I age it is becoming more and more difficult for me to adapt to the constant unrelenting change. And yet I know too that in many ways this change is a reflection of our culture. Religion is a product of culture. I am afraid that 50 years of constant change has inadvertantly produced in younger people a culture of change. These folks may believe that constant, gut ripping, heart rending change is normal and expected.

    What we need is stability. There will be no growth without it. We need ministers who are skillful with people. It is obvious to me that ministers today require a skill set that is extremely high. People’s problems and needs are complex. Just look at the structures of some families where 6 people share 3 different last names. Not to mention the accumulation of poor decision making that produces calamity.

    What is the answer? The answer is we don’t know. All we can do is allow the Lord Jesus to transform our minds into His.

  4. Matt, thanks so much for sharing your experience. It reminds me of when I am dancing. ( I don’t know if you have seen me dance before but I dance using my manual wheelchair) Any way while I am dancing I totally feel as though I am ONE with all that is in the universe. I feel this tremendous joy and love for self and others. It is a sense of total surrender and letting go and experiencing my true essence. I am the dancer and the dance.

    My wonderful Son Shawn Wrote a Poem on a picture of mine which expresses what I am trying to say.

    Beyond the illusion of the boundaries of this physical being,
    my soul radiates and flows with the source of all creation.
    Then, all at once, I am unrendered and boundless.
    Emerging through love, I am the dancer and the dance,
    reveling in the joy of existence,
    knowing my story as the story of all things.

    By Shawn Ewbank

    For me I have to practice being in the moment and being present to what ever is happening in that instant. This is so hard at times because we have thoughts, attitudes, feelings that often get in our way.

    Our Journey may not always be easy but it can be seen as exciting and challenging if we allow ourselves to see it that way.

  5. Thanks. As a tired and somewhat frustrated Community of Christ pastor in a very small, dying congregation, I needed that reminder. We’re trying to grow, but it is a frustrating process.

  6. Matt and all who commented. I appreciated each of your thoughts. Life is a journey and it is the experience and the relationships that we develop on the way that matter. The destination will take care of itself if we keep our attention focused on God and His people.

    Blessings to all –

  7. Matt…I was pleased to hear about the running which prompted my response. Although, regrettably, I do not run I find the running metaphor very a propos to where I find myself in my spiritual life. I believe that you might have stumbled onto something very significant in the survival of modern spirituality and even life itself. Set a pace you are comfortable with. Too many of us are racing to finish too many tasks and we end up doing a “just good enough” job instead of an excellent (fulfilling) job. I am guilty of doing spiritual wind sprints for far too long and I am afraid that I may have drifted off the track more than once. It was not until recently that I decided to slow down and seek guidance on the pathway instead of hurtling towards an undefined or poorly lit goal. This new pace in my life has had very dramatic effects. My communion with God has taken a real direction and I am no longer sprinting towards an abstract goal I set for myself but I am working towards an effort to serve others and share my ministry. I like the idea of setting a pace I am comfortable with. While following this new pace there is new energy which can be used to inspire others to move forward. Who knows where this will lead?

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