One day last week I was backing out of a parking space in a small parking lot, having visited a hardware store for a couple of screws. I was mumbling to myself about something but I cannot recall what I was telling myself. Once backed out, I turned to look out the windshield and saw a guy my age, hobbling out of the pharmacy next to the hardware store. He was holding two bags, one in each hand. And I thought, he’s talking to himself! Yeah, it was an odd moment but it reminded me of how I experience social media. I have only been on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter for about a month. These are very chatty places. Alienated places as much or more than “community.”
And profane places and I don’t mean just the absolute disregard for language and using any and every profanity under the sun but I mean how people profane their own lives, the lives of their perceived enemies and their habituated following of celebrities who are profaning each other. No regard at all for their or other’s children stumbling upon their poisoned discourses. No boundaries. The social platforms designed to communicate are often maniacal arenas.
I invite you to take a break from the shoving matches and the violent language by stepping into worship. A sacred place where we are encouraged to speak in peace, live in peace and honor the Image of God in one another; we pray, sing and are called to higher ground. I am preaching this Sunday on A Meditation On All That Is Good. No hashtag needed. Just you with others who make a “We,“ called The Beloved Community. 11am at Westminster . ~See you Sunday
Weary of punk prosperity preachers selling Jesus like a bar of soap. Tired of White Nationalists in the White House protected and covered by White Republicans who control Congress. Weary of tweets like some kind of nuclear fallout, flakes of asbestos falling from the sky and ash covering everything. Tired of politicians who use the flag and patriotism to stoke xenophobia and racism. Tired of priests and bishops and cardinals defending “The Church” like they have a monopoly on the eucharist so stop criticizing us for pedophilia and cover-ups. Really? This makes Luther and the indulgences scam look mild by comparison. Weary of honkers honking at intersections like 7th & Maine—sit down, be humble. Stop honking. Try a little patience. Get through the crosswalk. Pretty tired of pints for 7 and 8 dollars and less than stellar meals with prices out of this world. Just sayin’. How do you have a conference with Chinese visiting scholars about urban identity and not ask them about churches their government knocks down, Muslims they imprison and Tibet they oppress? Hello, my identity is not the property of the State. Way tired of 45 and the Fake calling everyone else fake. 45, the truth will set you free but you have to go further than Pilate, who asked “what is truth?” and then crucified it. Stone cold stupified how John McCain is considered a loser by much of the Republican Party and the President. Heroism, like light, has a way of revealing cowardice and cowards. Weary of how White Christians tolerate and defend the extrajudicial killings of Black Americans. Its a stony road we trod. We are not the first to walk it. Grab some courage and resist.
Ready for relief and renewal and reparation and repair of the world. Ready for hope because we see beauty all around us and in the faces of one another. Ready for joy because the image of God radiated outward to me from the face of a child, the face of an elderly man I met walking on a bike path one morning this week, luminous in the million kindnesses extended to one another in our world though these acts of devotion will not be reported or televised. Ready to hear the Word of God in cascading streams of mercy and justice after being pelted by the stream of words gushing out of the internet, the television, radio and by persons talking on mobile phones loudly as they shop or sit on a bus or in a train car. Ready for the still, small voice of God. Ready for prayers and songs of praise and a proclamation that calls us to something greater than ourselves. I’m ready for that, aren’t you? ~See you Sunday
August 19th, time to worship! We’ll be at Westminster Presbyterian at 11 a.m. Riverside singers are singing and playing. Pastor Bledsoe is not preaching but will be there to greet you. This is an opportunity to worship as one. One Lord, One Faith, One Baptism. That is how the Apostle Paul put it. Christ prayed that we would be one. So let’s fulfill scripture this morning. Let’s be one. One human race. One big love (nod to Patty Griffith who is surely nodding to Holy Scripture). One People of God. A bunch of Presbyterians, Baptists, Catholics, Methodists and Pentecostals and others–singing and praying together. ~See you soon
If you can retweet tweets you consider valuable then why can’t a pastor re-preach a sermon? My Easter sermon this year got a lot of hits. It was entitled Why I Believe. It just might be worth twenty minutes of your time this week. Below is an excerpt but you can of course listen online by clicking on that title which is linked.
Why do I believe in God? Because I do not believe in Humankind. You have likely noticed that the militant atheist swears by the power of reason and consigns religious belief to the kindergarten of intellectual development. I will simply point out what should be obvious to anyone who is awake that intellectual, educated persons who have great powers of reason do terrible things. Consider the Holocaust. Consider slavery. Far be it for me, a simple Baptist pastor who dares to believe in God, that one only need read the headlines for a week to come to an empirical conclusion that human beings are not gods nor does their reason cure their madness for violence. I do not believe in Humankind. We are flawed in ways our reason cannot reach. Just think about the psychiatrist who treated Anthony Soprano. That was an HBO series about a mob boss who sought treatment for his depression and it was riveting for how his therapist could not reach him because her medical vocabulary did not contain a word like “wicked.” Which quickly brings me to another reason I believe in God and it will sound strange to you but listen carefully and see if I can make sense of it. I noted that Anthony Soprano was a wicked man. He was violent to the point of being a monster. Now of course, the Sopranos was a fictional television series but do I really need to spend time making the case that monstrous human beings prowl our world?
Why do I believe in God? Because I think there is something called evil…
I am working very hard with our Outreach Coordinator, Jonathan, and our Social Media Coordinator, Anna, in an effort to promote our new church that opens in November.
You will be alerted eventually and likely soon about how to “like”us on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. We need a push from members and friends to get the word out about our church. So that is coming but I thought I would begin with a “slide” that is emblematic of our identity. Of course, if you have read many of my blog posts or listened to sermons, you already grasp the message in the slide above.
Please, in these waning summer weeks, do not neglect your church. We need you in worship. We need your financial support. And we need your passion for a new day on the corner of Maine Avenue & 7th Street, SW, DC. We have been and remain Riverside Baptist Church but we have also become RIVERSIDE CHURCH @ THE WHARF. I hope to see you in worship with our friends at Westminster Presbyterian Church this Sunday at 11. It is a communion Sunday and I’ll be preaching. Terryn is singing and Jonathan is leading our Gates of Praise. Let’s worship! ~PSTR
Imagine opening a garage door and seeing a bicycle splayed out on the concrete, its various parts lined up across the floor. There’s the handle bars over there and there are the tires separated from the rim that is lying beside it and so forth. Then imagine the owner of the bike telling you, this is what it means to have a bike. What on earth could such a statement be telling us other than the owner of the bike has confused parts with the whole?
We live in this kind of age though where people think that you —YOU— can be explained by reducing you to your various parts or your blood chemistry. But just as a bike is more than the sum of its parts (so that actually riding a bike and feeling that nearly inexplicable feeling of balancing on two tires and the breeze gliding across your face is the point) so it is with you. You are more than the sum of your parts. You are a living soul.
So imagine that garage door opening and then in a kind of backwards-winding of a film, you watch as the parts reattach themselves one by one until, wow, the bike stands before you. And its standing before you is also a beckoning to you to ride it.
That dear friends is Church on a good day. When the church door opens and we cross over the threshold, we are not reduced to our various and multiples parts. Instead, we are put back together; we are reattached; we are re-membered. And that experience of song-praise-prayer-proclamation is not so far removed from riding a bike and defying gravity and being engaged with the world around us in a remarkably different perspective than when we are standing on a corner waiting for traffic to stop or sitting in a cubicle answering a phone call. It is invigorating and we are renewed because the truth is, you really are more than the sum of your parts. In the midst of the congregation, you have transcended those parts and become part of the whole. I hope you get on a bike this week. I hope you’ll put aside the excuses for not attending church and get yourself into the congregation of those who pray, praise and proclaim the Truth of God’s abiding love for us. ~See you Sunday