"Preach it, sister," I am bold to say.

My dearest ELCA, thank you. Thank you that I am not only allowed but encouraged to speak, preach, teach, and lead in whatever situation I find myself. Thank you for giving me a scholarship to attend seminary, to follow this dream I have of making a difference in the church and in the world. Thank you for all the amazingly powerful female classmates with whom I share in this awesome experience.

Sure, we haven't always been allowed. Sure, some parishes still won't call us. But as a national body we have declared -- more than a generation ago, now -- that women are called to this vocation and should be given equal opportunity to serve the people of God. We as a national body have declared that the voices of women are welcome in the pulpit, in the classroom, and in the boardroom.

Today, I eavesdropped on a conversation between two women studying at an evangelical seminary that does not afford them the same. They are free to pursue degrees in things like "discipleship" and "Christian education" -- they'll be leaders of women's groups and Sunday school -- honorable, necessary, faithful work -- but they are relegated to domains not led by men. They're also encouraged to pursue marrying their male classmates, who are studying to be preachers and teachers and leaders.

One of these women was lamenting -- confessing, even -- to the other that sometimes, the deepest desire of her heart is to be a preacher. She was mad at herself for this sin, she said. This sinful, prideful desire. She said that it should not shock her one bit that Satan had this kind of power over her -- that the right thing to do was to suppress these feelings, because they were dangerous. And that her desire to preach was empty, because the Spirit would not give her words to say if she stepped into a pulpit. Her desire to preach was completely self-serving, she said.

I wanted to say something. I wanted to weep. I wanted to yell at the top of my lungs that she should be allowed to do the same! That it was not sinful and prideful to want to preach the Gospel to her people -- that's what we do here! That's what each and every one of us is called to do. And she can preach the Gospel to her fellow women and she can teach children and that will be wonderful and she will do great things with her deeply faithful servant heart. But if she feels so loudly called to this vocation, she should be able to honor that.

And that, dearest ELCA, is why I love you with my whole heart. Because you allow and encourage me to yell at the top of my lungs about the God who loves me. And about Jesus the Christ who came to teach and to serve and to save. And you allow and encourage me to speak truth to power -- to your own power! -- when injustice scars our communities. You allow and encourage me to participate fully in the life of this Church.

We the ELCA are not perfect. But we're not called to be perfect. We are called to love and serve to the best of our ability, whatever our ability is.

I am weepily grateful that I have not had that fearful conversation. That I have not been afraid to stand in the pulpit and proclaim the good news. That no person in a position of power in this Church has ever told me, "you can't." And that I have never told myself that I can't.

There is not a way for me to solve the problem that this woman finds herself facing. But what I can do is keep using my voice until she can use hers. Because I am allowed an encouraged to use my voice.

And for that, thanks be to God.

Litany for Peace in a Time of War


In this time of crisis and war, let us commit ourselves to prayer and pray to the God of all creation to bring peace to our world, peace to our nation, and peace to our hearts.

Lord of the nations, the horrors of war stand before us in graphic ways that disturb our daily lives.  Fear grips us for our personal safety and the safety of those in harm’s way.  Sorrow washes over us for the seeming necessity of war and the losses that come with it.  Opinions divide us and leave us confused in the face of an uncertain future.  You alone, O God of Creation, who in the beginning brought order into chaos, light into darkness – you alone can help us in these days of crisis and war. 
We, your people, cry to you, O Lord!

Come to the aid of nations and leaders who need your guidance.  Come to the aid of those standing in harm’s way.
O Lord, hear our prayer.

Come to the aid of our military and their families. Come to the aid of all who need your assuring and loving presence.
O Lord, hear our prayer.

Strengthen us in faith and calm the fears within us that are many.  Help us to trust in you for our lives and our future.
O Lord, hear our prayer.

Forgive us for our sin, both corporate and individual, especially for our failings as peacemakers.  Forgive us for the divisions among us.  Renew our spirits and increase our resolve to pray fervently for peace.
O Lord, hear our prayer.

Protect us from any evil that surrounds us.  Lift the hearts of the sorrowful.  Bring healing to the sick and the wounded.  Comfort the dying and the bereaved with your love.
O Lord, hear our prayer.

Above all, give us hope and give us peace on earth, lasting peace.
O Lord, hear our prayer.

God of peace, God of love, fill our hearts and our minds with the peace and love that only you can give.  We, your people, ardently cry to you, O Lord.  You are our answer.  You are our hope.  Come to our aid.  In Jesus’ name.
Amen

The Boss

Last night, I spent three hours having my face rocked off by none other than Bruce Springsteen.

It was unbelievable.

I went with Kyle, the biggest Bruce fan in the universe, and Bri, who likes Springsteen about as much as I do. Which is to say that Kyle air-guitared himself silly while Bri and I knew most of the choruses and sometimes just danced to a great song we recognized but couldn't name. 

Bruce Springsteen is the man.

Part of what made it such an incredible evening was the spirituality of it all. After the first couple songs, Bruce put the guitar down and picked up the pulpit. He told us that the reason he is still touring the country at his age (60-something) is because his greatest joy is transforming people. Changing people from who they were when they entered the venue to someone entirely new as they leave.

All night, he preached to us about the goodness of the American people; our resiliency, our faith, our strength, our fire. He wailed on that guitar and took us away from our outside worlds and brought us to a place where all we needed was the horns section, our clapping hands, and our dancing feet. 

It was unadulterated freedom.

He talked about the state of the economy in the 70s and 80s when he wrote these iconic jams, and the state of the economy now, as he continues to bring the good news to a consistently exhausted working man. When he sang "Jack of All Trades," a song he wrote in response to the 2008 financial crisis, you could feel the crowd's response -- an understanding, a commiserating, a communion. 

A hurricane blows, brings a hard rain
When the blue sky breaks, feels like the world’s gonna change
We’ll start caring for each other, 
like Jesus said that we might
I’m a Jack of all trades--we'll be alright

Now sometimes tomorrow comes soaked in treasure and blood
Here we stood the drought, now we’ll stand the flood
There’s a new world coming; I can see the light
I’m a Jack of all trades--we'll be alright

And he brought a lovely woman who had sung on his latest album, Wrecking Ball, to sing with him on "Rocky Ground," another song that spoke right to the depth of our distress.

You use your muscle and your mind and you pray your best
That your best is good enough, the Lord will do the rest
You raise your children and you teach them to walk straight and sure
You pray that hard times, hard times, come no more
You try to sleep, you toss and turn, the bottom's dropping out
Where you once had faith now there's only doubt
You pray for guidance, only silence now meets your prayers
The morning breaks, you awake but no one's there

He has this way of bringing you into whatever headspace he's in. When he played these, I was connected, heart and soul, to the pain of this nation. Tears welled in my eyes during "Jack of All Trades" and again when we chanted "Hard times come and hard times go" over and over and over during "Wrecking Ball" and again as I tried to wrap my mind around how applicable "American Skin" still is to the violence in cities across America.

But, oh, did I shout for joy as we powered through "The Rising" and "We Take Care of Our Own" and the soul medley they did, in reminiscence of their recent trip to the Apollo. And no, I'm not from Jersey. I'm not from Detroit, or Philly, or any other archetype of working-class Americana. But when you're [I'm struggling to choose a verb: singing, dancing, experiencing, living, being, becoming...] with Bruce Springsteen, that doesn't matter. All that matters is that we are alive.

[Process sidebar: I couldn't help but think of who we were, at that concert, as a nexus of occasions all being transformed by the same event that was the same experience for everyone and yet impossibly not the same experience for everyone. What in our lives has been changed by having been in that space, together? As individuals-in-community?]

Anyway, he played some of my favorites--like "Shackled and Drawn" and all the crowd favorites--"Born to Run" and "Badlands" and "Dancing in the Dark" and "Thunder Road"--oh, how he played "Thunder Road."

He played the first verse and then turned the microphone on us. We sang, to each other. I didn't really know all the words. A guy a few rows in front of us turned around, arms spread wide, and sang to everyone around him. I remember saying, "Amen!" in his direction. 

I'm just going over the setlist, now, remembering every moment. Every clap, every fist pump (you gotta!), every "oh-oh-oh-oh" combination, every screeched lyric at the top of our lungs--TRAMPS LIKE US, BABY, WE WERE BOOORN TO RUUUUUUUUN

During "Born to Run," actually, a guy in the row in front of us completely lost his mind. He was jumping and flailing and singing and dancing and hugging his friends and probably had not ever experienced that high a rush of adrenaline. Watching those life-altering experiences is one of the reasons why I love concerts so much.

I say, all the time, that live music is simultaneously the holiest and the sexiest thing there is--there's a reason both are called ecstasy. Bruce Springsteen is a prime example of this. He truly is the Boss.