Sunday, March 15, 2020 was the first Sunday our church met online.  That night, as Pastor Sarah cuddled her 3-year old daughter to sleep, she sensed that she was being held by God.   She wrote: “God holds us. As foundation and bedrock. As the force that keeps us in place when the world is swirling. As a mother soothes a restless child.”

Since, she has written this series called “God Holds You,” daily reflections on life and faith during the pandemic. She will keep writing until the church can gather in person again.


August 2, 2020

God holds you. Day 141.

Note: I’m taking a break starting tomorrow. I’m on vacation and I’ve decided to pause these posts as well in order to recharge fully. I’ll be back on day 162, cause I don’t think corona time will be over then.

I took a coronavirus test today. Did it just to be absolutely sure that I’m not bringing anything to my parents. I felt similarly to how I felt taking an HIV test when I lived in Namibia fifteen years ago. I was teaching in a study abroad program and I was nearly 100% sure I didn’t have it, but I was leading by example. I’d suggested my students get tested partly to make sure they didn’t have it and partly to understand the reasons some people resisted testing. It’s a vulnerable thing to be tested for something that comes with unwarranted shame and a possible death sentence. I felt it then. I felt it today.

Blame and its shadowy cousin shame are associated with this disease. I do think some people bear some blame for their willful disregard of science, and others for how they have almost malevolently contributed to the spread of the virus.

But most people are just trying to muddle through and stay healthy and sane. Some people have no choice but to go to work. Some parents have no choice but to send their kids to daycare. And all of us are balancing our need to stop the spread of the virus with our need to do the things that make us feel alive. We don’t deserve blame and we certainly don’t deserve shame.

Jesus healed sick people. He also took away their shame.

Shaming people with the virus is counterproductive to stopping its spread. But the whispers of shame are there. For sure. They spoke in my head today as I went for my test. I almost didn’t go. But then I told Satan to be quiet and instead listened to my own conscience, which was humming with relief at doing the thing that needed to be done.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


July 30, 2020

God holds you. Day 138.

America went to church today. John Lewis’s funeral was a powerful reminder of what can happen when faith moves someone to protest unjust government and then work to make it better. I felt more hopeful for the country today than I have in a while.

In his farewell letter, Lewis wrote “democracy is not a state, it is an act.” I love that. I think democracy is worth striving for for and voting rights are bedrock. I am grateful for a lot of what our particular democracy has enabled. I don’t take for granted that as a woman, I’ve been able to work and support my family. I served for 2 years in the Peace Corps. Living near DC, I’ve been awed by the intelligence and commitment of our civil servants. I’ve fantasized about running for office. I have never missed a chance to vote. You better believe I won’t miss it this fall either.

But I’m not exactly a patriot. My relationship with patriotism has always been along the lines of “seek the welfare of the city to which I have sent you.”

That is, my allegiance is to God, not to country. And out of that allegiance, I try to create the best possible society so that all people can thrive. I care about government not because I love the country, but because I love people, or at least that’s the goal.

It doesn’t make sense to my understanding of Christianity that God and country would ever be put on equal footing. Jesus died at the hands of the government. John Lewis almost did too.

Lewis’s funeral, his writing, his courage, his life, help me understand the proper relationship between patriotism and faith. Faith leads. Lewis’s parting words read like Scripture.

“In my life I have done all I can to demonstrate that the way of peace, the way of love and nonviolence is the more excellent way.”

Amen.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


July 29,2020

God holds you. Day 137.

I’ve often wondered “how are other people doing this?” This covid time has been really hard on me and I have it comparatively easy. My husband and I still have jobs that pay us and provide health insurance. We are both legal citizens and white to boot, so we can assume societal benefits and protection of the law. Oh, and we’re still happily married. Our kids are basically healthy, we can work from a home that has a yard, we can afford to pay for childcare, etc etc.

Still it is hard. I often run through scenarios of how it could be so much harder. And I wonder, how are people who have less even surviving?

I write all that not to get to an answer, (though the answer may be “they’re not surviving.”) but because there’s something wrong with the question. I can’t put my finger on it, but I have a hunch my theoretical wondering how others are faring is not as holy as it first appears.

In the beatitudes, Jesus pronounces blessing on the poor, hungry, grieving and hated. He warns those who are wealthy, healthy, and laughing.

I’m in the “woe to you” section of the audience. Something about not squeezing through the eye of the needle. Something about the man who gained the whole world but lost his soul.

Still, Jesus wants to save my life. Not only the lives of the theoretical poor who flit through my mind as I imagine other hardships, but mine too. I’m pretty sure our salvations are all tied up with each other.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


July 28, 2020

God holds you. Day 136.

Today while planning worship for the next month, we nixed the hymn “All are welcome.” The reason? The song’s dominant metaphor is a building. It was a mismatch to lustily sing “all are welcome in this place” from our home sanctuaries.

The relationship between churches and their buildings has been re-examined because of the virus. And for good reason. Buildings take time, energy, money. They easily become idols.

We keep saying, “the building is closed but the church is active.” The logical next question is: do we need a building at all?

I went to the church building today with my kids. They needed a change of scenery or we’d all have lost it. They played in the nursery while I set up my laptop and worked across the hall. Popping in on their happy faces at play, I was reminded what a cheerful, loving space a church nursery can be.

Our building will be used next Tuesday for a community-wide Covid testing site administered by our health department. I’m so glad our church doesn’t think twice about opening our building to such a community need.

Last night, I asked my daughter what place makes her think of peace and calm. She said “the inside of a church when you’re all alone.” I have no idea how she knows that, but she’s right.

I don’t idolize the building; I know it’s not synonymous with the church. But it’s darn useful and sometimes even holy.

The worship team decided to hold off on the song “All Are Welcome” until we return to the building. It probably won’t be for a while. I do look forward to that day.

“Let us build a house where love can dwell and all can safely live.

A place where saints and children tell how hearts learn to forgive. Built of hopes and dreams and visions,

rock of faith and vault of grace.

Here the love of Christ shall end divisions;

All are welcome in this place.”

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah

“All are Welcome” by Marty Haugen. Evangelical Lutheran Worship, #641


July 27, 2020

God holds you. Day 135.

We’re planning to visit my parents soon and so we’re in what I call “deep quarantine.” That’s fourteen days of even more limited contact than we normally have, and we’ve been quite strict. It’s a bit inconvenient as it means absolutely no childcare or trips to the grocery store. But beyond a tad more stress, the challenge of eating what we’ve got, and some epic messes produced by feral children, it’s doable.

Back in mid-March, I asked our administrator to quarantine for 14 days because she’d traveled to Seattle, which was then the hot spot. The rest of the country thought we may still avoid contagion.

I remember that it seemed like such a big ask at first. By the time her two weeks were up, we were all at home. Now fourteen days of severe isolation seems like nothing.

Throughout scripture, people do well to understand what time they’re in. Wilderness time? Resurrection time? Mourning time or rejoicing time?

To everything there is a time and a season.

This is the time to hunker down. It helps that our kids understand that we’re isolating “so we can hug Oma and Grandpa.”

If the result is that our kids get to sit in their Oma’s lap, I get to play cribbage across the table from my dad, and we all sing around a campfire, it will have been worth it.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


July 26, 2020

God holds you. Day 134.

This afternoon we blessed our high school graduates. It was outside at the church with masks and plenty of distance.

It would have been easy to skip this annual blessing this year. We only have three graduates and everyone would have understood if this slipped through the cracks.

I’m so glad it happened, especially because so many of the other markers of this milestone were absent for the class of 2020.

Sunday school teachers who taught them as toddlers came out in the hot sun to celebrate. Parents gave proud, heartfelt speeches. Our director of youth prayed. I read psalm 139. One of our musicians sang “I was there to hear your borning cry.” A few other stalwart church members came to cheer the kids on. Someone made a sign “Peace celebrates you!”

The highlight was the giving of homemade quilts. Our talented quilter, Kris, described the color and fabric of each one. They are works of art but she doesn’t want them stored away. She advised the graduates to use the quilts so much that they get ragged around the edges.

I thought of how much care and attention went into each quilt. And how much care and attention went into each life. I thought of the awesome responsibility to raise up kids with faith, and how it really does take a village. I thought of what these kids have already lived through and what their lives will be. I prayed for them and for all of us. I was grateful for church.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


July 23, 2020

God holds you. Day 131.

Exponential growth. Unchecked, the coronavirus spreads remarkably fast. The US has reported a million more cases in just 15 days. That’s not primarily because we’re testing more, it’s because we’re spreading it more. It’s demoralizing. After 131 days of staying isolated and being extra careful, I am angry that we are where we are, with that curve skyrocketing upward and the cases getting worse.

Scripture reminds us that it’s not only devilish things like coronavirus that grow exponentially. God’s kingdom does too.

Yeast. Seed. Small actions can have expansive effects for good. One prayer. One phone call. One vote. One letter. One mask. One extra beat of patience. It’s often seems like these things don’t even make a whiff of difference, but they do. They do. God’s kingdom comes small and hidden, but it is spreading too.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


July 22, 2020

God holds you. Day 130.

When coronavirus first hit, I started a Wednesday all-church check- in and Bible Study. It’s stabilized to a group of 9-12 people who share highs and lows and pray carefully through a psalm.

Today’s was a portion of Psalm 119, which is the longest book in the Bible. It’s all about the blessing of God’s law and the oppressive forces that try to throw us off course.

It includes the line “keep my steps steady by your word; don’t let any sin rule me.” What a contrast to the game of crack-the-whip I feel like I’m playing most days. Up, down, losing footing, gaining traction. Ruled by all kinds of forces that bear little resemblance to God’s law.

Wikipedia tells me that British abolitionist William Wilberforce recited this whole psalm from memory when he walked home from Parliament. He learned 176 verses by heart. It shaped his days. Wilberforce led the struggle against slavery in Britain for 20 years. Through the ups and downs, he kept going toward justice. I imagine he was greatly helped by this Psalm’s insistence that no matter the chaos and wrong in the world, right is still right; truth is still truth; God is still God.

I want to live with a psalm 119 kind of steadiness of purpose, of faith. I don’t want to be thrown around by every sharp turn. This psalm helps me know that even if the struggles aren’t over soon, I can keep walking, keep praying, keep trusting.

Steady on.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


July 21, 2020

God holds you. Day 129.

The book of Romans contains a list of things that cannot separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus. It’s such a powerful a balm for grief that it’s almost always read at funerals.

Lately I’ve often forgotten that God’s love is more powerful than anything else. I think it would be a useful spiritual exercise to come up with my own list. I’ve written down a lot of things (a lot!) but every list I come up with sounds strident, self-righteous, and a little bit hollow.

I’m going to keep working on it. I think it’s useful to name the idols and the losses and the fears and then proclaim that God is more powerful than even them. Still, I keep coming back to the Romans version and finding comfort that no list of mine can give. Maybe that’s the point.

Here is the Message version of Romans 8:

“I’m absolutely convinced that nothing—nothing living or dead, angelic or demonic, today or tomorrow, high or low, thinkable or unthinkable—absolutely nothing can get between us and God’s love.”

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


July 20, 2020

God holds you. Day 128.

I came close to panicking today. No idea what to do with the kids in the fall. Rumors are that our county will pull the plug on in-person learning tomorrow. I think that’s the right choice, but it throws us into a whole new uncertain position.

Another person in my circle of care probably has coronavirus. It’s so sad. Meanwhile the callous despots in charge of the country rage on with their science-denying, death-dealing, violent, racist lies.

I’m sad. Angry. Grieving. Messy.

But it rained. It hasn’t rained for more than a week. In between the showers, we went on a family walk and splashed in puddles. The cheerful skips of our rain-booted kiddos did not thrum with sorrow. It was a-ok in their world. And so in ours.

We came home, opened the windows to feel the storm raging outside, and had a good old fashioned dance party, complete with flashlight strobes and kids twirled in the air to their hearts’ delight. Rainwater soaked through our screens. We didn’t care. We tempted fate and opened umbrellas inside the house. We grooved to Rihanna’s “Umbrella, ella, ella…”. It was hot and humid and we danced.

The spirit helps us in our weakness. The spirit groans with sighs too deep for words. The spirit comes, sees the mess of the world, and sets us dancing anyway.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


July 19, 2020

God holds you. Day 127.

I’m still absorbing an incredible sermon by guest preacher, Rev Yvonne Delk. Between her powerful message and all the moving accounts of John Lewis’ legacy, I’m drawn to quiet reflection, not more words.

So tonight I’ll say simply that Pastor Delk and John Lewis both point to the power of faith. There’s a direct line from faith in Jesus to social transformation.

Courage.

This is an awful moment for our country. People of faith can meet it, with God’s help, and turn it for good. I believe that tonight because I have witnessed it.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


July 16, 2020

God holds you. Day 124.

Hanging on by a thread. That’s how I feel every time I try to connect the various elements of our online worship, or care for my kids as they meltdown during an zoom staff meeting, or tend to all the little pastoral fires that pop up in a week week while not taking my eyes off multiple societal conflagrations, or just make sure our clothes get laundered every once in a while.

I get to the end of a week and I think, well, I might not be standing, but I’m still hanging on.

Ecclesiastes says:

“Though one may be overpowered,

two can defend themselves.

A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.”

This week I met with the team that will take over all the online worship connections. A couple of neighbors helped talk through school solutions. Our kids went to three different churches’ online Vacation Bible Schools. We ordered take out. I was prayed for by name.

I’m not hanging on by a thread. It may often feel that way, but really, I’m hanging on by a many-stranded cord. Each strand has unique skills and its own style of compassion and a much-needed perspective. Each strand has a name. Woven together, those strands are unbreakable. God is in every fiber.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


July 15, 2020

God holds you. Day 123.

The deadline for our school decision was today. We chose to go two days a week in person/two days virtual. The other option was four days virtual.

This was a less excruciating decision for us than for many, but it was still a tough call on top of months of tough calls. I definitely have decision fatigue.

The psalmist writes about having a divided heart. He prays that God will make him wholehearted. I think that’s about integrity. The decision about school was so hard because values were clashing and there seemed to be no good options. So many of these covid decisions are murky and divisive. The division isn’t just between us, it’s within us.

I feel surprisingly settled about our school choice. I trust our school to teach as well and as safely as possible. I trust our kid to mask up and keep distance (it surprises me how much better these kids have mastered the basics than many adults). I also know it could all change tomorrow so I’m holding it lightly.

For now, my heart is whole and at peace. Kindergarten, here we come.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


July 14, 2020

God holds you. Day 122.

Immigration.

I know there’s a lot going on. A lot. Along with everything else covid is affecting, our immigrant and refugee policies are impacted. It’s unsettling my soul.

Jesus tells this story. Lazarus was a poor man who begged at the gate of a rich man. The rich man never gave him anything. They both died and the poor man went to heaven while the rich man ended up in torment. The rich man asked for water. Nope, he had all the good stuff on earth. The he asked for his family at least to be warned, so they wouldn’t end up in the same spot. Nope.

From the scriptures, they had all the information they needed.

And so do we.

Immigration policy is complex, yes. But the message from Jesus on the topic is pretty simple. Welcome the foreigner. Do good to the person asking for help. Have compassion and kindness. Remember your own soul is at stake.

People are still begging at our door. Here are

some examples of how we’re currently treating them.

– A detention center for immigrants in Virginia is reported to have a 70% covid rate.

– On Friday, children at the border need to be released from the awful places they’ve been kept, but it’s unclear where they will go and (as far as I can figure out) there’s no guarantee they will be reunited with their parents.

– The administration wants to drastically reduce our asylum laws, making us even less hospitable for refugees from all over the world.

My faith causes me to be deeply at odds with many of my country’s policies and laws regarding treatment of immigrants and refugees.

I have not used these “god holds you”

posts to ask for an action. But I’m doing it tonight because I can’t figure out how to say “god holds you” without doing something. As we’ve seen by the reversal of policy on international student visas, sometimes public outcries work.

The link to make public comment on ending asylum is below. Comments are due by the end of the day tomorrow, July 15th.

We are still alive. We have the prophets and the scriptures and Jesus. I believe we can make a difference for the Lazaruses at our gate. And with that I can say…

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


July 13, 2020

God holds you. Day 121.

The Montgomery bus boycott, catalyzed by Rosa Parks, lasted over a year. It’s not hard to imagine how demoralized some boycotters became in roasting hot Alabama, mid-summer, some 200 days into it. They were still being viciously harassed and threatened and unsure it would ever work. Unfettered, they kept organizing and encouraging each other and pressing on. And because they were patient, it worked.

I’m trying to cultivate that kind of patience. It’s not an attitude that ignores present reality but it also knows there’s no quick fix. It’s a patience that shows up with persistent vision and willingness to get up every day to keep doing what needs to be done.

In the Bible, the word that’s often translated “Wait” can be translated “to expect fully.” I like that. I don’t want a patience that waits passively. I want one that expects fully.

The Montgomery boycotters acted like they expected fully it would work, even when they had doubts.

I expect fully that this generation can heal the gaping wounds of racism. I expect fully that the spread of coronavirus can be stopped. I expect fully that the kingdom can come.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


July 12, 2020

God holds you. Day 120.

Mental health.

Last week, I noticed a significant increase in people reporting mental health concerns. This may just be anecdotal, but it’s made me worry about the toll of coronavirus on people’s mental health.

I struggled with depression for about half of my life. It affected everything. I was saved by a combination of medication, therapy, and a dog. That trinity of healers moved me so far away from the pit of despair that sometimes I can’t even remember what it was like. I count that as a miracle.

I haven’t had a bout of depression for a decade. I no longer take medication and the dog has moved on, but I still see a counselor biweekly, now through the teletherapy.

Although I am basically well, I benefit enormously from the counseling. All my relationships do too. Especially now, it is a true gift to know I have a space set aside regularly to make sure I’m ok.

Jesus healed people who were possessed with demons. We don’t quite know what “demons” means in contemporary terms but I’m convinced it includes conditions we now call mental illnesses. Depression. Anxiety. Bipolar. Addiction. The list goes on.

Praying tonight for all whose mental health is suffering. Praying that the savior you need will appear and give you the healing that will set you free.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


July 9, 2020

God holds you. Day 117.

Nearly every day, I wander outside and end up near my flower garden. It’s not intentional really. I just do it. I don’t water or weed. I don’t even admire it, not that it’s much to admire. I just kind of stand there, staring.

I don’t recall doing this before coronavirus. I think I do in now because I need to take in a different kind of information than pixelated connection and chaotic news. Or maybe I just need a break from all the effort required the rest of the day. Color, light, fresh air, bees. Effortless existence. Peace.

It reminds me of lyrics from a hymn, based on a passage from Isaiah.

“Hope blooms in a weary world, when creatures, once forlorn, find wilderness reborn….hope blooms in a weary world…the world in wonder echoes shalom.”

Sleep well world. God holds you.

The hymn is “Light Dawns on a Weary World,” by Mary Louise Pringle.”

Pastor Sarah


July 8, 2020

God holds you. Day 116.

Competing needs.

I remember learning that phrase and feeling like I’d just been given a relationship key, unlocking me from single-minded desperation -“how will I possibly survive if you don’t meet my need right now?” – into a roomier, more helpful set of questions.

They’re questions like, “can we start by defining our needs?” And, “are they of the same scale?” If one person demands dessert while another is starving for dinner, dinner wins.

Then, “can all these needs be met?” Usually the answer is “yes, but not at the same time” or “yes, but not by the same person.” And so on.

Competing needs are everywhere right now. Well-being of teachers versus students versus parents. Health versus economy. Security for some lives versus security for others.

As helpful as I find the language of competing needs, it’s even better to remember that in God’s kingdom, there are no competing needs. Let me say that again so I can hear it.

In God’s kingdom, there are no competing needs.

“You open your hand and satisfy the needs of every living thing,” says the psalmist.

“Feed a crowd with five loaves of bread and two fish,” says Jesus.

I admit, I often don’t believe it is possible that we could have a world where I don’t have to compete for what I need.

But I do believe in a God who consistently proves me wrong on this point.

All shall be satisfied.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


July 7, 2020

God holds you. Day 115.

One of the things I hate the most about right now is the feeling of powerlessness.

On almost every level of concern, the scope of my power is minuscule compared to the scope of the problem.

Child separations at the border plus coronavirus; could anything be more awful? I send my little money and write my little letters and post my little opinions. What else can I do? Climate change. Ditto. Racism. Coronavirus prevention. The rotting of at least a sizable portion of our country’s moral core. Ditto ditto ditto.

The gospel for this Sunday is about sowing seeds. According the gardener Jesus, it just takes one seed to germinate for the effect to be a hundredfold.

That’s hopeful. Yes. And normally I love talk of planting seeds. But suggestions about human action won’t cut it tonight. “Do small things with great love.” Or “it mattered to that starfish.” Even though I believe them, those aphorisms aren’t a balm for the powerlessness I’m feeling in the face of so much wrong.

I call on the power of God to do what I can’t. I ask boldly for the kingdom to come. I’ll keep sowing my seeds and cultivating my own heart as good soil. But I look to God to bring the change.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


July 6, 2020

God holds you. Day 114.

I need to go to sleep but my husband is gone and while I miss him, it’s also really nice to be alone in the house. Ok, I’m not technically alone. The kids are here, but sleeping soundly. I feel alone and that’s a good thing.Since corona started I have the opposite problem of those who are isolated and lonely.

I am too much around people. Even the ones I love best are still people. Even the ones on zoom are still people. I am never alone. And I am someone who loves to be alone.

I take comfort from the fact that sometimes when pressed by the bottomless needs of sick and hurting people living in a cruel society, Jesus went off by himself. I think he must have been an introvert. Or at least he knew he couldn’t hear God when there were so many other voices clamoring for his attention.

I’ll be glad when my husband returns tomorrow, but I’m also glad for tonight. Glad for space in the bed and sounds of a rainstorm through open windows and precious aloneness.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


July 5, 2020

God holds you. Day 113.

My husband is out of town for a couple days. It was important for him to visit his parents. We all wished we could go but we couldn’t figure out how to do it safely.I felt unusually sad about him leaving. We have all been so together for these months that it’s odd to be apart.

Before I put the girls to bed, we FaceTimed with their dad and his folks. The girls cried afterward. On her own accord, our eldest took down a photo of her grandparents from where it hangs on their bedroom wall. She showed her little sister and propped it on their bookshelf so they could see it.

It calmed them both down immediately.

I’ve been doing communion over zoom with the church I serve. It’s slightly controversial and I’ve spilled a lot of ink explaining my decision. I’m not looking for an argument here.

I’m just noting that my daughter’s instinct to show her sister a photo of grandma and papa is similar to my instinct to give my people communion. I want to give all the comfort and presence I can. People need tangible reminders of connection, or at least I do. And it works. It brings us together even though we are apart.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


July 2, 2020

God holds you. Day 110.

I’ve noticed this pattern in some of the psalms. A long list of laments is followed by a line of praise that doesn’t really fit. My paraphrase of these psalms is “everything is wrong; oh well, I’ll praise you anyway.”

Sometimes, praise comes naturally. But other times, my faith is tired, demoralized and hanging on by a thread. I struggle to find reasons to sing for joy.

In these times, praise is more a decision and less a natural outgrowth of my emotional state. Similar to how I sometimes have to remind myself that I love my husband (love ya honey!), I sometimes have to remind myself that I love God.

Even though right now, I could engage with high quality digital worship 24/7 and never run out, I still like the pattern that says at a certain time, no matter how I’m feeling, I will worship.

It helps me remember that neither the state of the world nor my emotional reality determines God’s character. Even when things are hard – and some days they are so hard – God is worthy to be praised.

Sleep well world. God Holds You.

Pastor Sarah


July 1, 2020

God holds you. Day 109.

Only God is eternal.I’ve been getting schooled in some history lately. History of five centuries of racism in America. History of the 1918 Spanish Flu. History of political leaders betraying their people for selfish gain.

Awful aspects of history repeat themselves, weedy and persistent. As the psalmist says, “How long O Lord. How long?”

The answer seems to be “a long time, but not forever.” Not forever because the psalmist also says that only God is eternal.

It makes me dare to hope that some of this other stuff will pass away and soon. God’s faithful love is what endures.

Sleep well world. God holds you

Pastor Sarah


June 30, 2020

God holds you. Day 108.

I went to my first PTA meeting today. Zoom. The start of school in corona time. Again, I realized just how hard it’s going to be. We will need extra help, radically rearrange schedules, and even then, our little kindergartner’s fist year will be a far cry from crafts and recess and a bevy of new friends arranging play dates. My emotional response surprised me.I feel insecure.

I don’t have a well-cultivated network of parent-friends to lean on or “pod up” with. I can’t take a year off work to homeschool. We have no great options. And I feel like I failed a test or lost a popularity contest. I feel like it’s my fault.

This isn’t rational and it’s not a cry for help exactly. It’s part of the pattern of how sin often works in my life. I think I should be able to do better, even if faced with a darn near impossible situation outside of my control. I stop worrying about other people and focus on myself.

Luther describes sin as “curving in on oneself.” Insecurity is an out of whack ego, a version of that inward curve.

Jesus lifts my chin away from myself. I see countless others who are in the same situation through no fault of their own. I see others who also need help, many of whom are in much harder situations than mine. I see the stability of Jesus’ presence, giving us all a security not of our own making.

“Come to me all who are heavy laden. I will give you rest.”

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


June 29, 2020

God holds you. Day 107.

Today is the 50th anniversary of the ordination of white women in the ELCA. This year is the 40th anniversary of the ordination of women of color and the 10th anniversary of openly lesbian, bisexual and transgender women’s ordination.I have been moved all day by the pictures and stories shared my women across this denomination. Joy. Wisdom. Leadership. Power. Goodness. Kindness. Courage. Dancing. These women are simply amazing and I’m so glad to be in this peculiar sisterhood.

Thinking about this anniversary, I am grateful to two groups of people in particular.

The first group is the trailblazers. They scrutinized scripture, prayed for wisdom, acted boldly, weathered abusive criticism, and trusted God to do a new thing. Some of their names are Beth, Jessica, Earlean, April, Elizabeth, Phyllis, Patricia, Anita. They were the firsts.

The second group is the people who formed me in the church of my youth, a church that still doesn’t ordain women. They were – and still are – cheerleaders and fierce supporters. They taught me the freedom of the gospel and to love Christ’s church. Some of their names are Suzanne, Michael, Zelda, Carleton, Walter, Dorothy, Louisa, Loma.

My sister recently texted me, “you are in the right career.” She’s right. I am. And sometimes I am silly glad for the chance just to do what I do. I never forget that it could have been otherwise. Thanks to all who made it possible.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


June 28, 2020

God holds you. Day 106.

I’m appalled at the spike in US coronavirus cases. I feel infuriated at all the people not taking this seriously. They’re putting others at severe risk and dragging it out for the rest of us.When the people of Israel were in captivity, the prophet Jeremiah suspected it would last a long time. A competing prophet said the hard times would soon be over. He did this so convincingly that it took some time for Jeremiah to realize that the optimistic version of the future wasn’t trustworthy.

As he discovered the truth, Jeremiah said words that I’d like to repeat to leaders who have been botching the response from day one.

“The Lord has not sent you and you made these people believe a lie.”

God’s people were to be in exile for a long time. As they swallowed that reality, Jeremiah also gave them some good news. They could settle down and seek peace.

God told them “I know the plans I have for you, to prosper you and not for your harm.”

The truth about the coronavirus, as hard as it is to accept, is better than a positive spin founded in lies.

Better yet is the promise that comes with the hard truth. God still has plans for us. God still gives us a future with hope.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


June 25, 2020

God holds you. Day 103.

Our youngest takes a long time to wind down at night, but I know she’ll soon be asleep if she asks for her blessing.I bless her every night with the same words. She knows them so well that she blesses her own stuffed dolls with them. It’s adorable. The blessing isn’t Biblical, no. The first half is from Sandra Boyton, of cartoon farm animal fame. The second half, I made up.

At the end of another exhausting week, where I again have felt the full range of emotions and dealt with too many crashing existential concerns, a simple blessing is what I need. Maybe you too.

“The moon is high, the sea is deep,
now rock and rock and rock to sleep.
God made the moon. God made the sea.
God made you too. Sleep peacefully.”

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


June 24, 2020

God holds you. Day 102.

In households across our county – maybe the world – parents are having the same conversation: What are we going to do about school?Our school board has given two options and we have a couple weeks to decide.

I keep turning it over in my head, trying to figure out not only the best option for school, but also the childcare to go with it. I’m out of my powers. Everything I imagine makes me either think “that’s impossible,” or “that’s a recipe for infection” or “who has the energy or money for that?”

Once again, I’m asking “how are we possibly going to do this?” But this time I have an advantage over the Sarah of 102 days ago. I’ve been here before. I was overwhelmed trying to figure it out way back then and yet, here we are, making it work in large part to grace and help from others.

Jesus told his disciples over and over that God would care for them. Something about the lilies of the field and the birds of the air

I can’t solve the school-childcare-safety conundrum tonight, so I’m putting it down. Tomorrow will bring worries of its own. Jesus said that too. Strange good comfort.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


June 23, 2020

God holds you. Day 101.

Last summer, at this time, I was on sabbatical and about to start an apprenticeship with the Potter Daughter, Lori.I remember how nervous I was. I knew the risk she was taking by welcoming me, a stranger, into her studio and I wanted to be worthy. What if I wasn’t a good enough potter to warrant her attention? What if my shiny new tools were all wrong? What if she didn’t like me?

From my end, the risk of putting myself out there with Lori was rewarded. I got great pleasure in immersing myself in her artistry, I became a much better potter, and I made a friend for life.

In the gospel for Sunday, Jesus tells the disciples that they may or may not be welcomed where they are headed.

They take a risk going out and doing something new. The people who welcome them take a risk too.

In these covid days, the holy exchange of welcoming and being welcomed isn’t as obvious as a stranger knocking on the door. It takes new forms. A seamstress makes a bunch of masks, not knowing if other people will like the design. Someone who’s never been into church shows up at a zoom Bible study. A person who’s never been an activist joins a protest.

People are still doing the soul stretching work of doing something new for Jesus’ sake. I am too. I am grateful when people welcome me in all my novice uncertainty, as Lori did, with an open heart.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


June 22, 2020

God holds you. Day 100.

Sometime in mid-February, schools celebrate the hundredth day of school. Students dress up as hundred-year olds or draw a hundred centipedes.By my count, it’s our hundredth day of corona time. If I had a tad more free time, I would make a mobile of a hundred empty bottles of hand sanitizer or a collage of hundred people worshiping via zoom.

As it is, I’ll just note that the scurry of 100 days ago to “flatten the curve” and “social distance” – terms we hadn’t heard of before – largely worked. So much seemed undoable then. Go to the grocery store only every other week? Work without daycare? Worship online? Cancel vacations? Etc etc etc. These things became doable, even if they never got easy.

In my first post on March 15, I wrote, “the suffering is bound to be massive, even if we stop the viral spread.” The immediate poverty and insecurity have been devastating. Long range economic and mental health implications are yet to be seen. Far far too many people died because we did too little too late.

Still, people doing all these undoable things helped prevent an estimated 60 million infections in the US alone.

We are not done yet, and the picture is far from rosy, but I think there’s reason to celebrate.

Happy 100 days. Let’s keep it up.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


June 21, 2020

God holds you. Day 99.

Father’s Day. I miss my dad. He’s alive and well, but he lives far away and, well, corona. In many ways, I have more regular contact with him now, thanks to zooms and calls and online worship. Still, for reasons that have something to do with mortality and grandkids and not being in control of travel, I miss him more than ever.One of my all time favorite memories was when he and I drove from Sioux Falls, South Dakota to Northern Minnesota with a boat hitched to the back of the car. We blasted Paul Simon’s Graceland and the Everley Brothers. I was probably thirteen years old. The trailer popped a tire. My dad didn’t worry. He knew someone would stop and help and sure enough they did. We hitched a ride to a tiny town and a mechanic who had every spare part jammed on overstuffed shelves, found the obscure tube we needed. We were on our way.

I don’t know why I remember that so well. I suspect it has something to do with my dad’s identity as a working class South Dakotan. My dad lived his adult life as a lawyer and professor. But scratch the surface and there was always the son of a machinist and a maid, one generation removed from the farm. A part of my dad came out when he was in that kind of place. It was part of him we didn’t see often. Mechanic. South Dakota. Rural. His people even though they were no longer his people.

They are also my people. I am who I am because of all of his early influences, for better and for worse. And there is a worse. Lurking in there is a kid who played cowboys and Indians and great great grandparents who farmed land stolen from native people

These are my people. They’re my kids’ people too, even thought they may never step foot in South Dakota.

I want to sit my kids on my dad’s lap so they can hear his stories. All of them. It could take days. They’re being shaped indelibly by history in real time, but they’re also shaped by the echoes of previous generations, more alive than they’ll ever know.

From generation to generation. I love my dad.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


June 18, 2020

God holds you. Day 96.

Once I completed a half marathon. Though to many people that’s small potatoes, to me it was a huge feat. I didn’t actually run the whole time. For every nine minutes I ran, I walked one. That was the only way I could go for that long. It worked. I finished and finished strong.This week has been hard, in large part due to exhaustion. Emotionally, physically, spiritually, I am tapped out. Today, my husband took the kids to a park so I could be alone in the house for two hours. That’s the the first time that happened since March.

I know a lot of people think we’re getting to the end of this thing, but I think we’re somewhere in the exhausting middle.

I can’t keep it up. At home, we’re gonna figure out more childcare, give each other more time alone in a week, and take some of the pressure off. I’m making adjustments in other areas too.

“Let us run with perseverance the race that is set before us.”

For me, that means not going full tilt, but pacing myself so I can stay in it. It means missing some events that I hate to say “no” to so I can give a fuller “yes,” where it’s needed. It means seeing all the other people in the race and remembering we’re not in competition. We all win or lose together.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


June 17, 2020

God holds you. Day 95.

I worshiped this evening with the synod’s service of remembrance for the Emanuel 9, who were murdered five years ago.Five years ago. And also eight years ago and six years ago and four years ago and last month and last Friday.

The sheer numbers of horrific murders committed on “the altar of white supremacy,” as the preacher tonight named it, is absolutely astonishing.

Joined together like beads on a necklace that keeps on growing, the pattern of racism is just so obvious. And that’s not counting all the lesser crimes and traumas and everyday injuries.

“Nothing is covered up that will not be uncovered,” said Jesus.

The hold that racism has on every aspect of our society has never been hard to see, but because of the persistent, brave people keeping the spotlight on, it is clearer to me than ever before.

Something else is clearer too: confession without action is part of the pattern. The preacher said “we have been long on confession but short on repentance.”

Finally, the clearest thing of all is the hold that Jesus has on my heart. Jesus is more real to me than ever before too. Pieces of scripture that never made sense now make sense. The call to discipleship is more urgent. I have been a Christian my whole life, but I am being born anew now.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Note: I commend Reverend Shannon’s sermon to you, found at metrodcelca.org

Also, I couldn’t quite get this written last night but, in keeping with the theme, it was clear this morning.

Pastor Sarah


June 16, 2020

God holds you, Day 94.

Our neighbors had a big graduation party tonight. The music was pumping and the air smelled like barbeque. A gaggle of cousins was playing together. Our kids’ teary faces watched longingly from the perch of their playset. I had to explain again why we aren’t playing with friends. The virus? Yep, the virus. But mom…It’s. Not. Fair.

Oh dear children, truer words have never been spoken. It is not fair. So much is not fair.

A Canaanite woman came to Jesus because her daughter was suffering. Jesus didn’t respond at first because she wasn’t the kind of people he was sent to help. She had the audacity to keep asking. She knelt before him and pleaded “Lord, help me.” Then they had a debate about what was and wasn’t fair.

She convinced Jesus that her daughter deserved his care. It boggles my mind that Jesus had his mind changed. He listened to this woman’s case and realized she was right and he was wrong. “Right then, her daughter was healed.”

Our kids have not convinced me that their desire to play with friends is worth the risk of coronavirus, but they are right. It’s not fair. Maybe there’s some creative way we can give them playtime and also keep them safe. At the very least, they convinced me to give them ice cream sandwiches.

I’m raising a prayer for all the mothers who are pleading on behalf of their children. For all those who are persistent and courageous in expressing the injustices of the world. I hope I can be counted among them. I pray for all who are crying “Lord Help Me” and “It’s Not Fair,” not once, but over and over again, trusting that change can come.

It’s not fair. Not yet. But if Jesus can change his mind, maybe the arc of the universe really does bend toward justice.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


June 15, 2020

God holds you. Day 93.

I don’t know what to say today. The problem isn’t too little, it’s too much. I’ve started this post twelve times and each time, a totally different theme comes out.I need time to digest all the news. All the heartache. All the injustice and sadness and sickness and social disease. All the hopes too. All the sermons and movements and beauty all around. All of it. It’s too much tonight. I am saturated.

So I’ll post this prayer. It’s a funeral prayer but also used in compline, the service right before sleep.

“O Lord, support us all the day long, until the shadows lengthen and the evening comes, and the busy world lies hushed, and the fever of life is over, and our work is done. Then in thy mercy grant us a safe lodging, and a holy rest, and peace at the last.”

A cool breeze is blowing through the window. It’s good sleeping weather and I’m tucking in.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


June 14, 2020

God holds you. Day 92.

I preached today about the gift of conflict. When I took the required psychological examination to become a pastor, some fifteen years ago, my examiner noted I was conflict avoidant.I used to think that was a good thing, that being a peacemaker meant avoiding conflict, but that’s not right. That’s an excuse for cowardice and letting someone else do the hard work. It’s also a kind of defense mechanism, avoiding conflict to protect my own ego.

There’s such a thing as peaceable conflict. That’s the kind of conflict where people aren’t armed for defensiveness but are disarmed in order to find the truth. I’ve had to learn how to do this. It does not come naturally.

So I find it strange good news to be told in the gospel that conflict is an expected part of Christian discipleship. When Jesus sent his disciples out to heal and cast out the demons of the time, he predicted they would not receive a warm welcome. That’s putting it mildly. They were to go anyway, with no defenses except for the love of God and the truth. They were to go, disarmed for conflict and ready to bring real peace.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


June 11, 2020

God holds you. Day 89.

“When the sickness is over…”. At least five times a day one of my daughters starts a sentence with those five hopeful words. When the sickness is over we’ll visit our cousins and hug our grandparents and learn to ride horses and go strawberry picking and play with our friends and start kindergarten.

“Hope does not disappoint” writes the apostle Paul. That might be true, but it also doesn’t get fulfilled as quickly as I’d like. Hope unfolds over time, which means it requires waiting, which is as hard for grown ups as it is for preschoolers.

I worry that someday the girls will stop saying “when the sickness is over.” I don’t want them to lose hope. And so I do my part. Hope is an active, mask-wearing, physically distanced affair. It also includes cultivating a kind of patience I never knew I had. It also involves lament; sometimes the kids and I collectively hate the sickness. We stomp it out and we get really sad and make lists of what we miss. And then we get on with the day that we can have right now, and usually that’s pretty good too.

Hope does not disappoint. Those words don’t always make sense to me. But I find that when I believe them to be true, somehow, they are.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


June 10, 2020

God holds you. Day 88.

Yesterday we had the glorious opportunity to swim in a friend’s backyard pool. Water relaxes me like nothing else. I wanted to swim on my own and then float on a raft and let the worries of the world drift away. But the kids buzzing around me in their water wings weren’t having it.I made the conscious decision to focus as intensely on them as possible. To play without ceasing. This meant I was overturned from that raft, again and again and again. Then I pretended to be a snapping turtle, swimming underwater toward them, again and again and again.

I could tell that as we played, something shifted for the kids, especially our eldest. She relaxed and her face radiated glee. It was exactly what she needed and to my great surprise, it was what I needed too.

It was joy.

In the midst of all the hurt and isolation and intense struggle for justice in the world, I admit I feel sheepish about confessing such a moment of joy.

But the ability to be joyful is itself a form of resistance. Joy doesn’t just come when everything is good. It springs up in the strangest moments. It comes from God and I don’t think it ever makes sense to deny it.

Psalm 100. Make a joyful noise unto the Lord. His faithfulness is to all generations.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


June 9, 2020

God holds you. Day 87.

There’s a category of words that are their own opposites. They’re called “contranyms.” Two common ones are “cleave,” which means both to cut apart and to join together, and “sanction,” which means both to approve and to disapprove.

I propose we add “sacrifice” to that list.

At George Floyd’s funeral today, singer Ne-Yo came under criticism for saying George Floyd sacrificed himself.

As all sorts of people were quick to point out, Floyd didn’t sacrifice himself.

Instead, he was sacrificed.

The difference is power. At the time of his murder, Floyd couldn’t have sacrificed himself because he had no power. Instead he was sacrificed in the ancient way of giving up an innocent to appease a hungry god. Think virgins tossed over cliffs or lambs led to slaughter. That meaning of sacrifice is horrifying to modern ears. Even more so when we realize it goes on right under our noses.

I think of the bone-chilling Bible story of God telling Abraham to lead his son Isaac to slaughter, only to stop him at the last minute. Some think this example shows that the Judeo-Christian God does not require sacrifice of the innocent. I sure hope so.

Sacrifice literally means drawing closer to God. Floyd’s death didn’t draw us closer to God, it exposed how big a gap there is between us.

I pray that I don’t become so overwhelmed at that gap that I lose faith in Jesus to bridge it. He is both sides of sacrifice.

And I pray that when I’m called upon to sacrifice, I say yes. God doesn’t need my sacrifice, but my neighbors do.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


June 8, 2020

God holds you. Day 86.

I should have done this a long time ago.I have said that exact phrase to describe our church’s corona adaptations. We should have been live-streaming worship, avoiding traffic when we could have meetings on zoom, and developing a greater lay care ministry.

I should have done this a long time ago.

I have also said that exact phrase to describe my awakening to the urgency of racial justice. I should have been saying – in word and more importantly in action – that black lives matter, that the injustice in our legal system is an outrage, that I have personal work to do.

I didn’t do what I should have done. But as I have said somewhere else, I am grateful that forgiveness is real.

I don’t want to let my shame over what I did or didn’t do in the past stop me from being who God is calling me to be now.

I hope that doesn’t sound like cheap grace. The new sense of calling will exact something from me. It will not be easy but it will be worth it. People may gain their lives. I may gain my soul.

One of my favorite quotes says “when is the best time to plant a tree? Twenty years ago. When is the next best time? Today.”

I repent for what I didn’t do twenty years ago. And I am here. Now. Today.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


June 7, 2020

God holds you. Day 85.

Liturgy.

“Liturgy holds us when we can’t hold ourselves.” I don’t know who said this, but I’ve often repeated it. Today it struck me as particularly true.

Last Sunday, Pentecost, we had one of the most extraordinary worship services I’ve experienced. In the intervening week, protests and political backlash and coronavirus cases all reached new heights. There is, to put it mildly, a lot going on.

This Sunday, we had a quite normal service. It was still lovely, with nice hymns and a good sermon by our presiding bishop. But it didn’t pack the emotional punch of last week. Instead of being disappointed, I welcomed the calm and relative uneventfulness of church today.

I know liturgical churches can sometimes seem so rote as to be boring. But in a time when everything else is swirling with change – even if much of the change is positive – a little bit of boring is ok. It did my soul well to slip into patterns that are ancient and familiar. I was soothed by the long, repetitive reading of Genesis 1 that I’ve heard hundreds of times. It was good. It was good. It was good.

I connected with God and my people and was grounded by those relationships. I’m ready for another week.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


June 4, 2020

God holds you. Day 82.

True confession: Nearly every day I think “this would be so much easier without children.” Our kids are 5 and 3. I don’t wish them away, not at all. But being at home, doing some of the hardest work of my life, with them constantly here too is draining and sometimes impossible. It just is.When I see the protests my first thought is “I’m so glad they’re keeping the pressure on.” My second thought is “please stay safe and wear masks.” And my third thought is “who is watching your children?”

A few years ago, in one of our first discussions of racial injustice, a church member apologized for needing to bring her children. I’ve never forgotten what another member pointed out: In movements involving women, children have always been there too, playing on the floor or nursing or napping, passed from loving arms to loving arms.

Psalm 8 says: “out of the mouths of babes and infants you have founded a bulwark because of your foes, to silence the enemy and the avenger.”

I need to remember to listen to my children without distraction. That’s for their sake and for mine. I need the bulwark of their babble. Children are the greatest reason to be working so hard in all this. I don’t want to sacrifice mine in the process.

Tomorrow is Friday or as we call it, Mom Day. Tomorrow, I’m all theirs.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


June 3, 2020

God Holds You. Day 81.

Every Wednesday during pandemic, I’ve held a mid-week check-in, Bible Study, and prayer. We always focus on a psalm.The Psalms have been prayed for thousands of years. They remind us that nothing we’re experiencing is new. I find that comforting, even though I sometimes wonder if we’re making any progress.

As I paged through Psalms today, I was again amazed again by their relevance, this time to the struggle for black lives. They speak to violence against innocents, the courage of those who take the lonely path of righteousness, the shaking of human institutions, the removal of unjust leaders, the eternity of God.

I don’t have many words of my own tonight. I am tired. So I’ll leave you with a choice section of Psalm 7:15-17, from the Message interpretation:

See that man shoveling day after day,
digging, then concealing,
his man-trap down that lonely stretch of road?
Go back and look again – you’ll see him in it headfirst,
legs waving in the breeze.
That’s what happens;
mischief backfires;
violence boomerangs.
I’m thanking God who makes things right.
I’m singing the fame of heaven-high God.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


June 2, 2020

God holds you. Day 80.

I’ve been wrestling with “what is the right thing to do?” I have been convinced, as I shamefully wasn’t before, to go all in on the anti-racist movement of this time.I am busily educating myself. Reading. Watching sermons from preachers outside my tradition. I want to do more.

In a previous life, I would be down at the DC protests. I know the power of someone in a clergy collar showing up. I would be aiding the churches, giving out water, volunteering my time. I am impressed with the consistent, nationwide drumbeat for justice. I want to be there.

But in the “two smallish kids, husband with a full-time job, no daycare, solo pastor of a busy church in the middle of a pandemic” life, that hasn’t been the right choice for me to make.

I’ve decided to stop asking myself, “what is the right thing to do?” and instead ask, “what is mine to do?”

What is mine to do?

The words “local and relationships” keep coming to mind. Today I called our police force to thank them, establish a connection, and make it clear I hoped for peaceful support of protests in our area. I let our ecclesial leaders know I would have their backs. I led a Bible study in which we talked about authority, crucifixion, baptismal identity. I drafted a letter to our congregation. I talked with a leader of our racial justice team.

I also played with my kids in a park and read them lots of books. I watered my garden. I hugged my husband. This sounds like small stuff, but it’s not insignificant. It is mine to do.

There may come a time in the near future in which I and my collar will need to show up at a protest. I will weigh it carefully, remembering that each person protesting is putting themselves and their family at extra risk of coronavirus, not only from contact during a protest, but even more if they end up in jail. This stuff is real.

Tonight, Paul’s first letter to the Corinthians brings me peace:

“Now there are varieties of gifts, but the same Spirit; and there are varieties of services, but the same Lord; and there are varieties of activities, but it is the same God who activates all of them in everyone.”

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


June 1, 2020

God holds you. Day 79.Vigil.

“Lord grant us a quiet night and peace at the last.”Earlier tonight I had a wave of extreme fear. After the kids went down, I wanted to know what was going on, thinking it would calm my fear. I opened my laptop and surfed the news. It just made me angry and sad and even more scared. I believe the struggle for justice is righteous but I am afraid for what might happen in the night.

I kept thinking of my people, especially those who are watching all this unfold, day after day, on tv, in isolation. I yearned to gather them, to help them be less afraid and less alone.

So I closed my computer, opened my church directory, and prayed through it.

If you’re a member of Peace, you can be sure that you have been prayed for tonight, along with protestors and police, presidents and peacemakers. Journalists. The neighborhood. My family. The whole world.

“Now in peace I will lie down and sleep. You alone, Oh God, make us secure.”

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


May 31, 2020

God holds you. Day 78.

When I started these faith-based reflections in coronatime, I had no idea to what extent we’d need reminders of God’s presence, nor that coronatime would intersect so profoundly with the movement for racial justice.Today is Pentecost, when the Holy Spirit came to a group of Jesus’ followers as they huddled together in an upper room. The Holy Spirit came as noise, wind, fire, language. Outside the house, their co-religioners heard the clamor and were drawn to it. Some thought those spirited folks were drunk and they shamed them, tried to dismiss their power. Others thought they were speaking God’s truth and were soon converted.

I have always heard this story as if I were represented by those in the upper room. I’m a baptized, Holy Spirit-inspired disciple of Jesus, card-carrying member of his church on a mission. There have been times in my life where that was the right parallel to draw.

Today, it is clear to me that I am on the outside. Some other community – many of them my-co-religioners – is fueled right now by the Holy Spirit. They are speaking to me in sounds and symbols that make me profoundly uncomfortable, and yet in which I hear God’s truth.

I am drawn to them, even as my peace is disturbed by them. They are inviting me into a deeper peace. Peace with justice. Peace for all. I want to be converted, and not just in name. I want to be part of ushering in a new era that rings out with praise because it is so good.

I pray that God keeps drawing me closer to that which is holy, even if it is also unfamiliar, chaotic, and scary.

The Spirit is moving. She is moving indeed.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


May 28, 2020

God holds you. Day 75.

One constant of this covid experience is the toggling between sorrow and joy.100,000 deaths. Dangerously politicized public health decisions. Minneapolis boiling over with the byproducts of racism. I shed tears of sadness today.

Kindergarten orientation. Surprise gifts left on the front stoop. And a wedding! Two delightful people were married today. I also cried tears of joy.

The wedding prayers included this petition:

“Most gracious God, you have made us in your image and given us over to one another’s care. Hear the prayers of your people, that unity may overcome division, hope vanquish despair, and joy conquer sorrow.”

It’s a prayer that applies far beyond a wedding. It’s a prayer for tonight.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


May 27, 2020

God Holds You. Day 74.

The psalm assigned for Sunday is Psalm 104. It’s a song of the harmony and diversity of creation. Birds nest in treetops and Leviathan plays in the depths of the sea. God is both powerful and benevolent, responsible for feeding the creatures and ensuring that all will be satisfied.The assigned section is verses 24 – 34 and 35b. That means that one half of one verse, 35a, was omitted.

You might be asking, what is 35a?

“Let sinners be consumed from the earth,
and let the wicked be no more.”

Hmm.

That line isn’t included in the reading for Sunday presumably because it is jarring and hard to hear. Jesus said “pray for your enemy.” That’s a far cry from “let sinners be consumed.” A theology of grace leads us toward a God forgives sins rather than a God who smites the wicked. Plus, any student of Lutheran Confessions knows that there’s no such thing as a sinner that can just be plucked up and removed from the otherwise perfect world. We’re all sinners in need of redeeming.

Even so, I would include 35a.

One of the great things about the Psalms is their honesty. This psalm acknowledges that in the goodness of God’s creation, wickedness wreaks havoc. These are lines of lament about the world as it is.

They are also lines of confession. I can’t pray them without quickly realizing that I’m asking for the wickedness that lives within me to be removed, something only God can do.

And these lines are true. They echo the prayers in my heart lately, prayers that include an end to the power of people who have become consumed in wickedness and sin.

I don’t want to sanitize my prayers right now. It’s not like God just does all my bidding anyway. I think God wants to hear that we know some things are terribly wrong. And we need help.

These hard lines only add to the point of the psalm: Nothing is more powerful than God’s creative goodness. It is worthy to be praised.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


May 26, 2020

God holds you. Day 73.

The news of the day from my hometown is horrific. In Minneapolis, a black man was brutally killed by a white cop. He had committed no crime that warranted such a response.

This pattern is entrenched and it is evil. It existed long before coronavirus, but it sure seems that coronavirus has helped fan racist flames.

White supremacy is kin to many of the “you can’t make me wear a mask” sentiments. Covid-19 has disproportionately affected African American and Latino communities. It makes it too easy for white leaders to trivialize the damage. Plus, with all the generalized fear and anxiety, people are looking for someone to blame and someone to shame.

At one point, it seemed like coronavirus was bringing out our best “we’re in this together” instincts. Now, it seems to be ripping us farther apart. I fear we’re living in a tinderbox.

Enter the Pentecost. Flames are a dominant metaphor for the Holy Spirit. Fire is refining and powerful. It can destroy but it also can be for good. It gave the disciples power to speak new languages and build bridges toward people they’d been isolated from before.

We are promised the Holy Spirit’s power and fire. If we’re in a tinderbox, may it be one in which people burst into surprising acts of courage, unity, justice and love. Come, Holy Spirit, come.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah

PS: If anyone’s keeping track, you’ll notice I didn’t write yesterday. I had a lovely Memorial Day holiday chilling with my family and just couldn’t muster the energy for thought. This is going on much longer than I’d thought. But I’ll keep writing.


May 24, 2020

God holds you. Day 71.

At one point this afternoon, my husband was prepping a canvas for a painting, I was setting up my pottery wheel, and both girls were doing their own messy art projects.This happened quite naturally and without coordination, but there was a reason for it.

We’d all been inspired in church.

For the past three weeks, our church has included a “creative offering” in our liturgy. Today, artist Marni shared paintings she’s made during coronatime. She connected the experience of painting them with her faith. They were breathtaking, whimsical and powerful. God was evident in them.

Afterward she led a simple line drawing exercise called “Signs of the Spirit.” She primed our creative juices. We’ll use the artwork next week on Pentecost Sunday.

With everything going on in the world, taking time to do art together might seem like it should be low on the priority list. But I think it’s one of the most important things churches can be doing. A community that creates together is alive with God’s spirit.

Everyone is in the process of creating new ways of being. I find it thrilling but also exhausting. Sometimes I don’t want to have to face another challenge or come up with some alternative way to get the work of the church done.

Today I tapped into a different kind of creativity: the kind that’s pure play. It comes when I’m coloring with the kids or making pottery or gardening. It fills me back up.

Who knows if any of the projects my family started will get finished. That’s not the point. For a short while today, we each got lost in the pleasure of creativity without consequence or purpose. It was good.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


May 21, 2020

God holds you. Day 68

Memorial Day weekend.Sibs and Spice. That’s me and my four siblings, plus our spouses (they named themselves the Spice). They’re all cool, interesting, kind people. Good company. We love being together.

The last time we were all in the same place was six months ago, Thanksgiving in Minnesota. Somewhere between the cranberry sauce and the pumpkin pie, we realized that in spring, two of the ten would turn fifty. Certainly, a celebration was in order.

We decided to take a weekend away. We’ve never done anything like this, but with kids growing and jobs stabilizing, it seemed possible. After bouncing ideas around, we made a plan.

Nashville. No kids. Music, food, cocktails, coffee, lounging, cards, laughter, more music.

You guessed it…Memorial Day Weekend.

We all arranged childcare (no small feat with sixteen kids involved!), got off work, found flights, rented an airbnb for ten, and googled music venues.

You know the rest of the story. None of us will be boarding a plane tomorrow.

All day, I’ve been thinking, “in the alternate universe, I’d be packing, prepping the kids for our departure, making a list for the babysitter.”

All day I’ve been thinking, “I’d see some of my favorite people in the whole world, tomorrow.”

I know this isn’t life or death. In the grand scheme, it’s no big deal. The weekend at home will be fine. The family will rally. Maybe we’ll do a zoom with the Minnesota crew. The sibs and spice will make it happen another year. But dang. I’m really bummed out tonight.

If anyone needs me tomorrow, I’ll be nursing my disappointment, requesting songs from my guitar-playing husband, texting with the sibs and spice, and dreaming of a different universe.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


May 20, 2020

God holds you. Day 67.

Water. Parts of Bangladesh and Michigan are under water. A lot of indebted people are too. Disasters are even more catastrophic when poured on top of pandemic.The psalmist writes about the rising noise of the sea, the deafening sound that makes it impossible to hear anything but its thunderous power.

Water can be a metaphor for chaos. We are swimming in it.

God saves through the water. Prescribed floods and parted seas and wells that never run dry. Little boats seek out survivors and homes are opened to those in need and climate scientists warn of the floods to come, so that we may be saved.

We start worship each Sunday with a remembrance of baptism. From their homes, worshipers dip their fingers in bowls of water and trace a cross on their foreheads. Because I am alone in the room, I mark myself. Even so, the water always surprises me. It is fresh and cool.

There is God’s majesty, dripping down my arm. Rising above the chaos. Cutting through the noise. Bringing holy order to a raging world.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


May 19, 2020

God holds you. Day 66.

Prayer. I wish I could say I’ve prayed more than ever since this all begin. But the truth is that prayer takes time and sustained attention, things that have been in short supply.

I spent a lot of time in prayer today. I prayed for specific people in my congregation. You may be asking, “what does a pastor do when she says “‘I prayed today.’?” Here’s what I do.

I make a list. It’s like each person on my list is a fine crystal statue on a big table. I pick one up, hold it to the light and examine it. I turn it over. I look closely.

Focused on the person, I imagine all the different parts of the their life and try to connect them to God. It’s like I’m pulling them close and asking God to come close too. I bring to mind their family, their work, their health, their spiritual life, their struggles, their friendships, their rough edges, their talents and joys. I think about the things I know and the things I don’t know. This takes a few minutes. Then I thank God for them and ask for God to be with them in a way they can sense today. I gently put them down, and go to the next person on my list.

That’s what I do. It was good to get back to it today.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


May 18, 2020

God holds you. Day 65.

I once got to hear Sam Nzima give a talk. He’s a Southern African photographer who took the iconic photo of a child, Hector Pieterson, who was shot and killed during the student protests in 1976. That picture went round the world and changed the global response to apartheid.

Nzima said something that stuck with me “if it’s not recorded, it didn’t happen.” He wasn’t giving commentary on the actuality of an event, but pointing out that without journalists reporting on the truth, it’s too easy for people in power to twist reality.

I thought of Nzima because on Sunday, our church service was photographed by journalists working for a news outlet that’s documenting faith communities in this time. One photographer took photos of me while another was at a members’ home, photographing their family at worship.

The pictures are pretty cool, though they’re not mine to share here. But what was cooler, to me, was scrolling through the website and seeing all the photos these folks have taken.

It got me thinking about all the moments that journalists show up for, creating a body of work dedicated to truth. Much of it is as unglamorous as hanging out in a pastor’s cramped basement on a Sunday morning. But it all adds up, and sometimes, they get the picture that can change the world.

During the trial that would end in his execution as an enemy of the state, Jesus told Pilate, “I have come to bear witness to the truth.” Pilate responded, “what is truth?”

Praying tonight for the safety and courage of journalists who pursue the truth. May their holy work bend our world toward justice.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


May 17, 2020

God holds you. Day 64.

Like many churches, Peace’s zoom was down this morning. Our team scrambled and responded well, but we were stymied. When I finally discovered it was a problem with zoom worldwide, I was relieved. I’m not solely responsible for making worship happen but I am on the short list. At least it wasn’t my ineptitude that kept people from worshiping.

But it also wasn’t anyone else’s, not really, not even Zoom’s (thought I may have let a curse word slip their direction). Three months ago, Zoom didn’t know they’d need to scale up quite so dramatically. There are bound to be hiccups.

It’s so easy to judge using old standards. Today, I remembered how new this still is and how much we’re asking of one another. It makes me want to lower my expectations and increase my gratitude for everyone who has adapted so quickly.

I also remembered that the good people of our church will come through for one another in predictably kindhearted ways, no matter the technology. Had it been my fault, I would have been forgiven. Our church is a church of grace.

We recovered. It was stressful, but hardly the end of the world. We worshiped. Our community stuck in there for one another. God was near.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


May 14, 2020

God holds you. Day 61.

“If suffering is God’s will, it is better to suffer because you did good than because you did evil.” 1 Peter 3

I don’t like to suffer. I like a firm mattress, a well-stocked fridge, and a society that’s built to cater to my needs. I can easily convince myself that’s what God wants for me too. An easy life. The absence of pain.

I have a hard time with this stuff from 1 Peter. I chafe against the phrase “suffering is God’s will” because I cling to the phrase “God is love.”

But the existence of suffering is obvious. And I respect a worldview that puts God at the center and relates everything – even suffering – to God. It’s the worldview I strive for. I want God to shape me, not the other way around.

The passage from 1 Peter gives me some room to wrestle because it indicates that not all suffering is equal. Some suffering leads to good. And that, too, is obvious, as countless nurses and bus drivers and others have shown in recent weeks.

I think we call that sacrifice – literally “drawing closer to the sacred.” I think we call it love. And God is love.

Maybe the point is that we don’t get to choose whether or not we will suffer. What we get to choose is if our suffering is in the service of evil or of love. Lord, help us choose well.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


May 13, 2020

God holds you. Day 60.

Today our oldest daughter turned five. With no party, we were worried it would be a bummer of a birthday. To compensate, we planned a day full of little surprises, bought a few too many presents, and hung a big sign so everyone would know. We need not have worried. People came out for our girl to show her the love.

Some examples: a neighbor snuck over at night and chalked a birthday greeting in our driveway. Another neighbor family delivered balloons. Some church members did a drive by hello. Friends recorded videos of themselves singing happy birthday. Both sides of the family hopped in on zoom calls. Even the UPS guy got in in the action, leaving a happy birthday note on the door. And the highlight, neighbors came out to cheer at our birthday parade down the sidewalk.

It’s like everyone knew it might be sad to turn five in the middle of a pandemic, so they did what they could do to make it great. No one huge thing; just loads of little ways people showed their love. It added up to the best birthday a five-year old could ask for. I’m a grateful, tired momma.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


May 12, 2020

God holds you. Day 59.

Bleak Day. Another congregant died of this virus. Employees at the grocery store where we shop have tested positive. NPR aired a story about a nearby neighborhood that’s one of our areas’ hot spots.

There’s a theme here: extreme vulnerability. Our congregant was in memory care and completely dependent on his care-givers. The grocery store employees need their low-wage jobs to survive. (And we need them to keep working). The neighborhood is impoverished, crowded, and full of people who have to work jobs without protection.

A good society should care for its most vulnerable. Instead, we’re throwing them under the bus. Our leaders keep feeding us a line that this is inevitable. That there’s no way through this with people’s lives and basic economic well-being intact.

When Jesus tells Judas “you will always have the poor with you,” he’s not talking about the inevitability of poverty. He’s talking about Judas’ lack of moral imagination. Judas was both holding the common purse and, not surprisingly, stealing from it.

It’s not that hard to imagine a world where we don’t have to choose between saving people from poverty and saving people’s lives. I don’t know the mechanism for how we can do it. But I can imagine it. And I know I’m not alone.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


May 11, 2020

God holds you. Day 58.

“I will not leave you orphaned.” In Jesus’ farewell to his followers, he promised the Spirit of God would be with them even after he was gone. It’s always reminded me of a commencement speech. Part nostalgia, part pep talk. It’s a divine “you got this,” and by “you,” Jesus means “you plus God.”

I’ve been astounded, outraged and terrified by the leadership of our country.

But I’ve been impressed with how many people, seeing the vacuum of leadership at the top, have bypassed traditional channels of power. A faith-based organization in Baltimore bought tents for homeless people because shelters were unsafe. A nearby church partnered with Jose Andres to become a world kitchen site. Our congregation is poised to expand a staff position for community outreach.

I wish our government were different. That’s an understatement. I think people of faith need to keep up the hard press of advocating for justice and demanding caring leadership from our elected leaders. But it helps my soul breathe to remember government doesn’t hold all the power.

No one is coming to save us. But we have not been orphaned. God’s Spirit is here. We got this.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


May 10, 2020

God holds you. Day 57.

Mothers Day. One of the hardest things is not knowing when I’ll see my parents again. I live in Virginia, they live in Minnesota. We’re trying to figure out if there will be enough testing that we could get there in late summer. Of course, we won’t know that till late summer. I’m not holding my breath. Realistically, there’s a good chance I won’t see them for a year.

I have made our daughters promise that we’ll all live next door to one another when they’re adults and I am, in their words, “ancient.”

But if I am anything like my mother’s daughter, I won’t hold them to that promise.

One of the most enduring gifts my mother gave is that she never held my decisions hostage to her needs. She encouraged me to become who I am now. That meant dropping me off at airports not knowing when she’d see me again, helping me move cross-country, and letting me go.

Coronavirus has shown me that physical distance really does matter. Even with zoom and FaceTime, something is lost by living far from the ones I love.

I’m not gonna lie, I’ll be thrilled if I can live near our daughters when they are adults. But I’ll be more thrilled if they say about me what I can say about my mom: She is content in her life and eager to help me find contentment in mine, even if it is different from hers. She just wants me to be happy.

I love you mom. Feel my hug.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


May 7, 2020

God holds you. Day 54.

I’m supersaturated tonight. Too much work. Too much zoom.

And too much news, much of it falling smack in the middle of a demoralizing Venn diagram of:

A – things I care about;
B – things that are awful;
C – things I can’t control.

I think what’s got me down tonight is feeling powerless. It’s bigger than the coronavirus, though that’s in there of course. It’s also the gutting of our nation’s best institutions and the pervasive racism in our legal system and the chaos of the news reporting itself and feeling like there’s nothing I can do about any of it.

In the gospel for Sunday, Jesus tells his disciples “whatever you ask for in my name, I will do it.” What a display of power; what an offer. At first glance it seems prideful, unrealistic, and dangerous. After all, how many faithful people have begged to God only to have their prayers go unanswered and their faith destroyed?

Jesus echoes what an evil leader, Herod, said earlier to his daughter in a show of power meant to flatter dinner guests. “Whatever you ask me, I will give you.” She asked for the head of John the Baptist on a platter. Her wish was granted. People eager to prove their power can quickly turn dangerous, even lethal.

That’s not what Jesus is about. Jesus doesn’t just give us what we want. He has nothing to prove. He gives what we ask for “in his name.” In the name of the one who was about to be crucified.

Jesus doesn’t mean we can become all-powerful. Instead, he shows us that we can access the power Jesus had on the cross, power to be intimately connected to God, even when the world has taken everything.

God always gives some power. Power to pray. Power to tell the truth. Power to forgive. Power to dream. Power to hope. In Jesus’ name.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


May 6, 2020

God holds you. Day 53.

For the bedtime story tonight, we pulled out our gorgeous children’s book of Noah’s ark. It’s all pictures, no words. I love “reading” with our kids as they tell the story. But I fear the day they narrate the page when the flood begins.

On that page, there’s a succession of paintings of the poor elephants who were left off the ark. As the water rises, they’re up to their knees, then up to their heads, and then they disappear.

With great harm, too much of Christianity has echoed this interpretation of Noah’s ark: God saves some people; the rest are sunk.

I don’t buy it. I cannot believe in the narrowness of God’s salvation. Thankfully, there’s plenty of scriptural and theological basis to draw a different conclusion. God loves the whole world. That’s the point of Jesus.

Right now, my family and church are mostly safe and sound. It could be easy to shut the doors of the ark and count my blessings.

Because of Jesus, I don’t want to. Because of Jesus, I refuse to accept the proposition that only some people can be saved. And I don’t just mean spiritually saved. I mean healed and fed and housed and financially solvent and able to live a pleasant life.

So in a weird way, I’m grateful for images that disturb me. For the picture of the elephants drowning. For stories of food lines and data about financial duress. I’m thankful for journalists who keep pointing out how black and brown people bear the brunt of society’s sin. For prophets who disturb my peace. They help me see what’s wrong, so that I can ask God to help me make it right.

I want to rewrite the Noah story. I think we can save those poor elephants. I believe God can make room for everybody in the ark.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


May 5, 2020

God holds you. Day 52.

In the first weeks, I was in triage mode. My priorities were dictated by immediate needs: How does Zoom talk to Facebook? Who is watching our children? Is everyone in the congregation ok? How much longer can we go without milk?

Now, as the country is opening up, my energy and mental space are opening up too. The problem? I can’t figure out my priorities.

I can easily recall how I used to spend my time, how I structured a day. Some was great. But some was not. The same is true for the church and society.

I sense that it’s more important than ever to open up slowly, and not just to keep people healthy. I fear if we go quickly, we will default to a past that didn’t always serve.

I think of the sisters Mary and Martha. Jesus critiqued Martha for being so distracted that she missed an important moment. Jesus praised Mary for her focus on “just one thing.”

My prayer tonight is for focus and discernment, that I not jam up the future with the priorities of past but instead let God show me the better way.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


May 4, 2020

God holds you. Day 51.

One of the assigned scriptures for Sunday is the story of Stephen the martyr. (Acts 6-7).

Stephen led the feeding ministry of the earliest church. He made sure widows could eat.

For such a crime, he was brought to trial. The accusation? “Changing customs” and following Jesus.

He pointed out his people’s long history of killing prophets and propping up unjust leaders. He was stoned to death by a crowd that was outraged by his truth-telling.

I see obvious connections with the protests of the past weeks. The violent crowd, armed for blood. Willful ignorance of history. Treating those who serve others as if they are the problem.

Contrast that outrage with Stephen, a witness that upset the status quo because of who he served: hungry widows. The crucified Jesus.

Stephen didn’t fight back with violence. He was full of grace. His dying words contain the key to the future. “Lord do not hold this sin against them.”

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


May 3, 2020

God holds you. Day 50.

My soul was restored this weekend. A canoe trip. Fresh radishes. A weekend off from preaching. A socially-distanced visit with my cousins. I even got a nap.

There was a time in the not-so-distant past that I would have felt bad about enjoying days like this while the death toll and unemployment and bad behavior are all still on the rise.

But God keeps showing me that joy and peace are gifts to be cherished, especially when the world is in so much turmoil.

Revival is God’s work. We aren’t only made for labor and mourning, for the burden of healing and peace-making.

We are also made for rest and laughter, for being healed and at peace.

So again, today, I am grateful for still waters. God restored my soul.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


April 30, 2020

God holds you. Day 47.

Usually for a memorial service, formal bouquets, sometimes costing hundreds of dollars, are delivered to the church.

For today’s service, church members dropped off a bouquet of colorful tulips and branches of pink azaleas.

The flowers were beautiful, meaningful, and free. It was one of hundreds of times this covid life has made me think, why don’t we always do it this way?

There’s a flip side of course. An entire industry has been built on arranging and delivering flowers. People will experience financial insecurity if we no longer need fancy bouquets.

From oil producers to restauranteers to florists to – yes – pastors, covid brings terrifying financial insecurity. But it also brings the possibility of a new economy driven by values like compassion, simplicity, neighborliness, and a livable planet.

I don’t want fear to keep me from stepping into this new world. Instead, I want to look at the lilies of the field and trust that God will provide.

After all, the azaleas are fading, but the roses are just about to bloom.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


April 29, 2020

God holds you, Day 46.

The Lord will watch over your going out and your coming in. Psalm 121.

We went out tonight. It has been a draining few days and I wanted a boost. I wanted a drive and some comfort food.

It was the first time the kids have been in a car for forty-six days. They were giddy. They shouted at each landmark and shrieked with delight when we passed their daycare. I was giddy too. It felt so good to be out together, wind in our hair, Frozen 2 on the radio.

By the time we got to the drive-thru, my excitement was fading. We were masked, gloved and sanitized, but still I felt anxious. I also felt shame. Did we support the local economy or put ourselves at risk? Rather than eat in the parking lot – the original plan – I just wanted to get home.

Driving home, we passed the hospital where our girls were born. They eagerly pointed it out, as they always do, but something was amiss. The block was filled with police cars and firetrucks. Groups of people in masks were lined up out front. We don’t know what was going on, but it seemed ominous. I was suddenly nervous and sad, reminded that things are not all right.

Home again, we ate our food on the front yard, chatting with the neighbors across the street and playing tag until the sun went down.

The Lord watches over the going out, yes.
And also, the coming in.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah

***edited: I’ve learned that the activity at the hospital was actually a parade to boost hospital workers’ spirits. Worthy of reflection that I saw a parade and thought it was a protest. On edge anyone?? The Lord WILL watch your going out.


April 28, 2020

God holds you. Day 45.

What do we have in common? Typically I’d answer that question with personal characteristics. Are you from Minnesota? A mother of preschoolers? A fan of the band U2? etc. If we share one of these, I’m bound to feel some kinship.

In the Biblical book of Acts, the early church is described as having “all things in common.” But it’s not talking about characteristics; it’s talking about resources. They shared it all.

Their impulse to hold all things in common was a sign that they trusted God.

When I’m secure, I’m also generous. When I’m afraid, I store up treasure for myself and I try to go it alone.

This virus has revealed just how much we share. It’s also shown how dangerous the fiction of independence can be.

What do we have in common? The power grid. Food production. The well-being of our children. Our planet. Our future.

What do we have in common? Everything. Most especially a loving God who we can trust to provide all we need, emphasis on the “we.”

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


April 27, 2020

God holds you. Day 44.

Thanks to everyone who has reached out in sympathy for the death I wrote about yesterday. It is wonderful to be cared for.

Today I was itching to move my body. I hauled my old bike from back of the garage and pumped up the tires. I wobbled around the backyard to test the brakes, then did a couple of loops through the neighborhood. Fifteen minutes. Just enough to remember how much I love riding a bike.

Zooming down a hill I laughed as I remembered the original meaning of the word zoom. As my legs struggled to crest that same hill a few minutes later, I felt like a person, not just a face behind a screen. I felt playful and childlike and strong. I felt free. I felt like myself.

During this quarantine, parts of my identity have been on overdrive (caregiver, housekeeper, facebook poster, etc.) but other parts have almost disappeared (reader, athlete, host of dinner parties, etc.).

I miss myself. I miss the balance of all my parts. I was grateful today for fifteen minutes on a bike and the wholeness that came with it.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


April 26, 2020

God holds you. Day 43.

Friday, the church I serve had had our first death from coronavirus. The woman who died was 90 and had underlying health conditions.

It’s too easy to read those statistics and think “that’s not a tragedy.” But without this virus, she would be alive, her husband of 67 years would have his life’s companion, and her death would not have been so lonely or disorienting.

Today I feel the urge to move past this quickly. I miss my friends. I’m no longer enchanted with online worship. Heck, I want to renovate my kitchen! It was finally underway after seven years of dreaming and then. Stopped.

It’s that grief again. Wanting things to be different. Aware of all that’s been lost.

I preached today about the importance of going through grief. I guess I was preaching to myself because I don’t want to grieve. I’d much rather be chipper and count my blessings.

But I have no choice. I am sad. The only way through is through.

I’m going to carve out time in my schedule to grieve. I will be still. Alone. Maybe go for a walk. Maybe take a nap.

I worry that if I don’t, I will get blindsided by grief in the guise of anger or resentment or burn out.

Grief is hard, but it’s not the worst thing. It’s how we get through. We will get through.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


April 23, 2020

God holds you. Day 40.

That’s right. Day forty. The quarantine is over, right?

Quarantine comes from the word forty. It was the number of days ships had to stay in port during the black plague. Forty. The number of years the Israelites wandered in the wilderness, the number of days Noah’s ark floated and Jesus fasted.

Forty is a Biblical number that marks the end of a period of trial.

But we’re not done. When I started writing this on March 15th, the first Sunday our church went virtual, I thought it would last a few weeks. We’re on day forty and it appears we are going to be in quarantine for a long time, even if the most stringent restrictions lift soon.

We’re on a journey, not in a port.

One of my favorite Bible stories is the Road to Emmaus. Grieving disciples met the resurrected Jesus on the road. Scripture is full of roads and pathways, people setting off toward the unknown and meeting God along the way.

What was true forty days ago is true now and will be true every day that lies ahead. God joins us on the way, and that makes all the difference.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah

PS – When I started, I planned to write every night except one sabbath a week. I need two nights off. So I will take Fridays and Saturdays off and write again on Sunday.


April 22, 2020

God holds you. Day 39.

Earth day.

I’ve never been a climate change denier. In high school in the late 80s I wrote a paper about the destruction of rain forests and the greenhouse effect. Even then, the science was clear and terrifying.

Until corona virus, climate change was my main experience of existential despair. I don’t use the word despair lightly. I’ve had wake-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night panic about the warming earth. It’s made me wrestle with God and come to the edge of faith.

Like I said, I’ve never been a climate change denier. But I have been a “people can change for the good” denier.

And I’ve been a “God can turn this ship around” denier.

The corona virus is undeniably awful. But it is showing that systems can change quickly when people realize our lives are at stake and our love can make a difference. It’s given me hope that the kind of total change needed to reverse our ecological trajectory is possible.

Its also made my trust in God more alive than ever. My despair has been met with renewed faith. God’s power is palpable and unleashed.

I have ridiculous amounts of hope for the future. Happy Earth Day.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


April 21, 2020

God holds you. Day 38.

Our church has just received guidance on how to count worshipers for online services. By some measures, we’ve quintupled our reach. I’m excited about that. I want to share the good news.

At the same time, I am wary of equating success with large numbers. Some tiny churches are beacons of God’s grace. Some mega churches are corrupt. I’ve never been able to nail down the relationship between fidelity to the gospel and church growth.

On the eve of Earth day, I’m reminded of Dr Seuss’s ecotale “the Lorax.” He teaches that growing bigger for biggering’s sake can have disastrous consequences.

Jesus met one woman at the empty tomb. Maybe it was three. Two more people on the road to Emmaus. Yes, the news spread, but it started small.

I don’t know if I should be thinking more about how to capitalize on online worship growth right now.

What I do know is that I can’t. I still only have energy to think small as I try to turn my outrage and uncertainty into peaceable productivity.

Kids. Seeds. Individual relationships. The church I serve. I hope that in these small things I am being faithful to the gospel. God will take care of the growth.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


April 20, 2020

God holds you. Day 37.

In staff Bible study today we read Acts 2. Peter, a disciple of Jesus, preached to a crowd of people about Jesus’ resurrection and death. “You crucified him.” That “you” signified not only the particular individuals who executed Jesus, but all those who let it happen. It includes those who benefitted from the injustices Jesus’ life exposed. It included Peter himself.

The listeners were “cut to the heart.” They asked themselves, “what should we do?” Peter told them “repent and be baptized.” In other words, “be forgiven, change, and join us.” Three thousand people were baptized. By the end of the chapter, they held all things in common.

As I witness the stories of covid-19 deaths and devastations, I am “cut to the heart” by an all-too-familiar pattern. Those most harmed are people of color, people in poverty, people in prison, people without legal status, people on the margins. Its not surprising that there’s overlap between white supremacist groups and protestors demanding that society reopen too soon.

Who is being crucified? What can we do?

Some of the best stuff in the gospel is captured in the word “repent.” Peter knows firsthand. Forgiveness is liberating. Change is possible. A new community can be formed.

God help us. God help me. Let the Holy Spirit come. Let this moment be for repentance and for the common good.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


April 19, 2020

God holds you. Day 36.

For the last two Sundays our church has sung a version of psalm 136 written by one of our musicians, Paul. The chorus says “For his steadfast love endures forever.”

Today, our four-year old told me it was her favorite song from worship. She doesn’t understand all the words but that hasn’t stopped her. She sang it all afternoon, belting out “love” and “forever,” and thoughtfully trying to remember “steadfast” and “endures.”

Some 20 miles a way, a man wrote a melody. And some 3000 years ago, a different man wrote a prayer. And while worshiping via zoom from our living room couch, my little girl learned a song that might be in her heart forever.

This covid online distanced worship, it is real worship.

This sickness has taken a lot, but it has not taken our ability to praise.

For his steadfast love endures forever.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


April 18, 2020

God holds you. Day 34.

News. Today I worked on a yard project that involves laying down newspaper and layering mulch on top. My subscription is only digital so a church member gave me newspapers. They were from last week. As I spread out the papers, I felt like I was seeing headlines from a different world.

Typically, I read the Washington Post daily and I listen to NPR whenever I’m in the car. I read two or three magazines a week too. I used to enjoy it and more, I think that to be a responsible citizen and a relevant pastor, I need to know what’s going on.

But for a month, I’ve only had energy for my bubble of home, church, family, friends, neighbors. I check headlines for five minutes and most days, that’s all I can take.

I’m having a hard time not feeling guilty about it, not feeling guilty about all the ways I’ve stopped engaging with wider issues.

But I don’t know what to do about it. I just can’t muster the energy. I find it overwhelming. So I’m trying to treat myself with grace.

A famous theologian once quipped that a pastor needs to have the Bible in one hand and the newspaper in the other.

I’ve got the Bible. Scripture has never been so alive for me.

But the paper? For now, it is under the mulch. At least it’s doing some good there.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


April 16, 2020

God holds you. Day 33.

A few years back I travelled to Haiti because our church was one of many helping with a health clinic. We visited a variety of medical facilities, from a well-funded hospital to a low-income clinic. As I watched terribly impoverished people wait for hours to see doctors in ill-equipped rooms, the contrast became stark: health is tied to wealth.

Of course you don’t need to travel to notice this. In the US, it’s well-documented that populations which have been systematically kept from creating wealth – especially African-Americans – have higher infection and mortality rates from covid-19.

I’m going to state the obvious: Wealthy people have better health care, and better health, than poor people.

There’s no way that’s ok with God.

Jesus was all about healing people, including those with no option but to beg. Jesus came to bring “good news to the poor.”

I’m no expert on health care policy, and I know I’m saying nothing new here. But I think it’s worth stating the obvious because it makes it obvious something is wrong. Our health care system does not work for poor people.

Maybe this crisis will give us some real impetus to change.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


April 15, 2020

God holds you. Day 32.

Our eldest doesn’t know the phrase “the day after tomorrow.” Instead, she calls it “tomorrow tomorrow.” Sometimes she’ll string tomorrows together and ask about ‘tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow,” aka five days from now.

It seems like we’re getting collectively itchy to know an end date. From ‘we’ll reopen May 5th’ to ‘we’ll be social distancing till 2022,’ there’s a wide range of predictions for when we’ll be back to normal. How many tomorrows will it be?

I’m resisting the need to know. God gave the Israelites manna every day, enough for the day, as they wandered through the wilderness. That’s where the idea of daily bread comes from.

The word manna literally means “what is this?” The promise of daily bread is connected with the experience of bewilderment.

The inability to plan for the future is a kind of wilderness. Still, I know what tomorrow looks like. And what we will eat. And I trust God’s promise that when tomorrow tomorrow comes, we’ll have what we need for that day too.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


April 14, 2020

God holds you. Day 31.

Leadership. My grandfather worked his whole life at a meat packing plant in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. Not Smithfield but a subsidiary, Morrells. He was a humble man. 8th grade education. Wanted to tinker and fish and go to church. Needed his paycheck. Worked hard.

Maybe that’s why the outbreak at Smithfield in Sioux Falls has hit a nerve.

From what I can tell, their leader – the governor – has little regard for the people she serves.

I have a lot of sympathy for leaders who haven’t been sure how to make the right decision. Been there. Made mistakes.

But I’ve run out of sympathy for leaders who seem puffed up with pride and keep putting their people in harm’s way.

I’m beyond grateful for the leaders who helped me find my way through this. I think of the episcopal bishop Marian Budde who was one of the first to urge churches to shut down in-person events; my own bishop Leila Ortiz who gave thoughtful recommendations while also saying “I trust you;” and Pastor Traci Blackmon of the UCC who always has an eye for how people in poverty will be affected. I follow them because they are wise and compassionate and brave.

Jesus was anointed by the Holy Spirit, but leadership was not conferred on him by an election or a title. It was earned by his care and compassion for people.

In his time, he had very few followers. Over time, his style of leadership became the one to emulate: humble, powered by love, not self-serving, but willing to challenge those who led people astray.

I truly pray for leaders at every level as we see or way through this. It is hard to lead. I pray for followers too, that we all can discern which voices to follow and which ones to ignore.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


April 13, 2020

God holds you. Day 30.

Easter Monday. I didn’t write yesterday. Had every intention, but fell asleep on the couch, then in a kid’s bed. Finally dragged myself to my own bed and konked out again.

I think I’ll be tired for a while. I loved putting all the services last week. Easter Sunday was glorious and God’s spirit was palpable, at least from my basement altar. But it was also exhausting.

I woke up today with my brain buzzing with new ideas and unfinished business. Names of people to thank and other people to check in on. Easter Sunday is a beginning, not an end. There is work to do!

But I stopped myself. God didn’t raise Jesus from the dead so that I’d get worn out 2000 years later. I can’t continue at this pace and thankfully, the leadership of my church understands.

Today I rested. I didn’t check email or texts or even look at the news. I cracked a novel. Drank tea. Napped and went on a long walk. And it was glorious too.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


April 10, 2020

God holds you. Day 27.

Good Friday.

I’ve been emotional all day. Good Friday always gets me and this year, it felt even more significant.

Before we began our evening service, I wasn’t sure how it would end. Normally, we end in darkness – but for one candle – and silence. I didn’t know how the candlelight would convey on video. I definitely didn’t know how we’d handle the silence. I had music cued up on my phone to play into the darkness, if we needed it.

When worship ended, the silence was pitch perfect. The candle gave ancient light, so different than the light from a screen. A calm came over me as I prayed, watched the light flicker, and let the music and words from worship reverberate in my mind.

That calm is still with me. It is not sorrow. It is peace.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


April 9, 2020

God holds you. Day 26.

Maundy Thursday.

Ridgeway and I love having people over for dinner. We’ve served feasts of grilled salmon, roasted veggies and wine. Sometimes, when kids were tiny and money was tight, we served frozen pizza, sliced apples and generic lemonade. No matter. The company was the most important thing.

Tonight, Paul made the wine (Zin Boldly). Christy made the bread. Our table was one of fifty or so zooming together and sharing a meal. We ate with friends and family. We ate as church. Grandma and Papa. Oma and Grandpa. Heather. Rachel. Mabel. Cilicia and Lucas and Petra. Kathleen and Marcia and Ardell and Linda. Jim and Adela and Kris and Steve. And so many others.

Jesus was there too.

The supper was satisfying, but the company was the most important thing.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


April 8, 2020

God holds you. Day 25.

Tonight, Jewish people begin Passover with new ways of telling ancient stories and sharing a sacred meal. Tomorrow, in a ritual that echoes Passover, many Christians will do the same.

The Passover refers to the time when the Lord came to kill all the Egyptian firstborn but “passed over” the Hebrews’ homes.

The story used to bug me. I chafe at idea that God saves some people at the expense of others. I’m not criticizing Judaism here; Christianity has the same problem.

But there’s a political aspect to this story that’s worth remembering. Pharoah’s hard-hearted regime would not listen to the pleas of a suffering people. God was on the side of the oppressed. It took drastic action to get Pharaoh to loosen his grip and set the people free.

I believe wholeheartedly in the saving love of Jesus. I also believe in the mystery and expansiveness of God, who works in all sorts of religious and people.

On this Passover, my prayer is that the angel of death passes over every home, hovel, tent or street corner tonight. Marked or unmarked, Christian, Jew, Muslim, atheist, you name it. All are precious.

I also pray that God helps us find a way to loosen the grip of modern day pharaohs, so that we can all be free.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


April 7, 2020

God holds you. Day 24.

Singer John Prine died today, age 73. My dear pal and mentor, Bob, introduced me to his music 15 years ago. John Prine is intertwined with memories of Bob and Binnie’s home, guitar and mandolin duets, the people of my internship at Luther Place, and the fullness of my young earnest life in Washington DC.

About this virus, I keep thinking, thank God it isn’t affecting many children. That’s a major source of security as I tuck my girls in at night.

But that reminds me of what my husband said as he drove our newborn home from the hospital going 8 miles an hour. He said “I want everyone to drive extra safely because I have a baby. But doesn’t everyone in all these cars matter to someone? Shouldn’t we drive safely all the time?”

Everyone who is dying these unnecessary deaths matters to somebody. I shudder at the numbers of 70 and 80 year olds who make my life meaningful and beautiful. I admit, I am afraid for you. And I’m afraid for me, without you. So let’s all keep up the distancing and the advocating for PPE and supporting leaders who make decisions that save lives. Let’s take this thing as seriously as if it were affecting children.

Thanks for your life, John Prine.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


April 6, 2020

God holds you. Day 23.

Today, I presided over a memorial service for a church member, Ann. It would have been her 95th birthday. Her death was not related to the virus.

She probably never imagined her memorial would be over zoom with people from all around the country logging on. But she probably could have imagined that the eulogies would be glowing and the grief, sincere. In a most humble way, she knew that she was loved.

There’s a scene in scripture where one of Jesus’ friends, Mary, takes expensive, fragrant oil and anoints Jesus as if anointing him for death.

She didn’t wait for him to die. She loved Jesus while he was alive.

Since this virus, I’ve said “I love you” much more freely. I’ve heard it more often too. Maybe one silver lining is that, newly aware of the possibility of death, we’re more apt to lavish one another with love while we can.

For our dinner table tonight, I clipped a few sprigs of fragrant lavender from the garden. I rubbed some on my wrists. I did it to honor Ann and to remember that God’s love is generous.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


April 5, 2020

God holds you. Day 22.

Palm Sunday.

I told you I’d report on what we did with our palms. Some were displayed in our live-streamed worship. Some were dropped on the porches of people living in isolation.

Parishioners put their version of palms – branches, leaves, coloring pages – and posted them in visible places. I put many on our windshield and mailbox. I went a little overboard. Our house looks like it got leafleted by palms.

The symbols of church are more important than ever because we can’t rely on the symbol of the building to keep us connected.

I think of the hymn “God is here!” by Fred Pratt Green. I’m guessing the hymn assumed “here” would be the sanctuary. But now that every home has become a sanctuary, “here” is everywhere.

The song says “Here are symbols to remind us of our lifelong need of grace.”

Today I toted home paraments and candles in order to set up a worship space in our home for at least three of this week’s services.

Tomorrow I’ll do a memorial service using zoom from the altar set up in our spare bedroom. Here are symbols. On our front door. In our basement.

Right. Here.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


April 3, 2020

God holds you. Day 20.

Today my husband did the weekly grocery shopping. When he returned with the food, I felt irrationally afraid.

At my worst, my fear comes out in anger. I want to scream at people who are still taking this cavalierly or shirking their responsibilities to keep us all safe.

At my best, my fear comes out in empathy. It connects me with other people’s vulnerabilities. It makes me open-hearted.

I think it’s the case that “don’t be afraid” is the sentiment said the most in the gospels. In my experience of gospel-based communities, “be not afraid” is never just lip service. It’s followed with a version of “what do you need so that you won’t be afraid?”

I am profoundly grateful for people stocking the shelves and paying my salary and tending the sick and making it so that I actually don’t need to be afraid. I see God in them. I pledge my absolute best to do the same in return.

And I am grateful for a husband who doesn’t judge my fear but instead, scrupulously handles the groceries and leaves his shoes outside.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


April 2, 2020

God holds you. Day 19.

Our almost 5-year old daughter has learned to “read” a book. The only word in it is “hug.” It’s about a little gorilla who wanders through the jungle bereft, crying “hug” until his mommy finds him and hugs him.

This afternoon, our very clingy 3-year old would not let me put her down. It was adorable, but also frustrating. It’s hard to chop carrots with one hand. I was getting fed up when a neighbor who lives alone stopped by and I remembered my abundance. I wish I could share these hugs.

The fact of Jesus shows that God understands; bodies help us know we are loved. I’m genuinely concerned for those with no physical contact. I have been suggesting that people get cats.

People who are isolated can’t be hugged. They can’t be in the physical presence of the church, “the body of Christ.”

I’m noticing people talk about flowers and food and the comfort of a warm blanket in almost sacramental tones. I pray tonight for people who need a hug, that one of these other ways that God inhabits the world helps you know. You are loved.

As one friend always signs her emails, feel my hug.

Sleep well world, God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


April 1, 2020

God holds you. Day 18.

We had our final Lent vespers service tonight. Five people in the sanctuary were joined by thirty-two others on Facebook. I read a favorite passage from 2nd Corinthians: “We carry this precious message around in the unadorned clay pots of our ordinary lives.”*

As I walked to my office afterward, I tripped over a large box.

The palms came.

We ordered them months ago. Normally we use them in worship this upcoming Sunday, Palm Sunday.

Here’s what’s remarkable: I didn’t spend an ounce of energy lamenting that we’re not waving them en masse this year. Instead, I matter of factly stuck them in our empty office fridge and thought, hmmm, how are we going to get creative with these?

I have only a slim idea of how Holy Week is going go. I’ve done precious little advance planning. Easter is ten days away. Normally I’d be freaking out, but now it seems almost laughable to think so far in advance.

And still, I’m positive these services are going to be meaningful – even if also clumsy and unpolished. Maybe because they’re clumsy and unpolished. Our humanity will be on full display. God’s divinity will shine through. The passage from Corinthians goes on to say.

“We’re not sure what to do, but we’re sure God knows what to do.” Sounds like very good news to me. I’ll keep you posted on those palms.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah

*2 Corinthians 4:7. The Message version.


March 31, 2020

God holds you. Day 17.

Our kids, ages 3 and 4, have gotten really good at washing their hands. They look like little doctors, lathering front, back, between the fingers, thumbs and wrists. They sing “Jesus Loves Me” to time their rinse.

I feel hemmed in by anxiety tonight. All these predictions, all this uncertainty. I can protect us pretty well, but there are still too many unknowns. Add kids into the mix and I’ve had moments of searing terror.

I think I’ve swallowed some bad theology that says anxiety is sin because it means you don’t trust God. Consider the lillies and all that.

I trust God. But I also recall that Jesus didn’t throw himself off cliffs to prove God would save him.

Prayer and sleep help with the anxiety. So do information, exercise and talking. But you know what else helps? Hearing the Jesus Loves Me song belted from the bathroom sink and knowing, we really are doing all we can.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Since, she has written this series called “God Holds You,” daily reflections on life and faith during the pandemic. She will keep writing until the church can gather in person again.

Pastor Sarah


March 30, 2020

God holds you. Day 16.

I have learned that I don’t like change. At least I don’t like change that happens quite so fast. In the DC region, we’re once again readjusting our horizons. June 10th. That’s the new stay-at-home date. June. Tenth.

The news came today quickly and surprisingly, but not really. Really, it’s been months in the making and I easily could have predicted it. If I had, I’d have been prepared. I’d have stocked up on Home Depot-y projects. I’d have learned how to be a worship-tech wizard while I still had emotional energy to take on anything new. I’d have visited our members in nursing homes one more time.

Jesus predicted his own death plenty of times. His disciples never understood what he was talking about. Then when it happened, it all went quickly; within a week the world was upside down. He also predicted his resurrection, but they understood that even less.

Jesus knew. Sacrifice was coming. And sacrifice was not the end of the world, but the beginning of it. When Peter tried to tell Jesus his predictions were wrong, Jesus said “Get behind me satan.”

I’ve always focused on the “satan” part but tonight I love the “behind me” part.

Jesus goes first. I may take some time to catch up.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


March 27, 2020

God holds you. Day 13.

Grandparents. We usually talk to them once or twice a month. In the past two weeks, we’ve talked with them almost everyday, often via FaceTime.

We’ve had art class with Papa, books with Grammy, and Story & Songs with Oma and Grandpa.

Our kids play in the yard of our neighbor-turned-surrogate grandma down the road. She made us playdough. We fetched her milk.

The phrase “from generation to generation” shows up throughout scripture. It indicates the promise of a future that’s rooted in the faithfulness of the past.

I’ve been impressed with the way the millennials have self-isolated out of love for their elders, and the way the over-seventy set has learned social media to stay connected.

I sense that the world we’re suddenly living in is similar to my grandparents’ world. Twenty-five year olds are calling their grandmas to learn how to knead bread. The wisdom of people who lived through World War Two is regarded as invaluable.

Is it a stretch to say a silver lining of this this virus is that we’re listening to each other across generations?

From generation to generation, God is faithful.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


 March 26, 2020

God holds you. Day 12.

For the past few years, I’ve served on the board of the Faith Alliance for Climate Solutions (FACS), most recently as the treasurer. It’s been an effective way to work on climate issues. I love it and the people are great.

For the past two weeks, I’ve slipped farther and farther behind in everything. I’ve cut a lot of fat off my schedule, but still, my totally chaotic in-box has made it clear that something else has to go. In a desperate moment, I sent an email called “hitting the wall” to the other leaders of FACS.

They received my email with enormous grace. They gave me a two-month hiatus and other board members have already picked up my duties. I am breathing a sigh of relief.

This is a question of calling. My calling has just changed because the world has just changed. I now need to be a different kind of parent, a different kind of pastor, a different kind of daughter. Plus, I need much more reflective time to figure it all out.

When the apostle Paul wrote about spiritual gifts, he described them as spread out in a community. No one person is gifted for the complete task. “There are a variety of gifts, but one spirit.”

Tonight I am keenly aware of my own limitations. At the same time, I’m at peace because of the abundance that shows up in community. One spirit unites us for the common good.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


March 25, 2020

God holds you. Day 11.

A member of our church is a pediatric hospitalist. She reported that a few nights ago, she and some other doctors joined the nurses in their three-am mid-shift huddle and led them in a song. The next night she brought her ukelele and they did it again.

Why do I love that so much? I think it’s because I know how much I experience God when I sing with other people. It’s healing and catharsis and play and joy. It’s worship and prayer. There’s nothing else like it.

The apostle Paul wrote “And sing! Sing your hearts out to God!” (Colossians 3).

Of all the things I miss about church as usual, singing with people is near the top of the list. Zoom is great for meetings, but there’s no online platform that enables people to sing together. The time lags make it impossible.

Maybe that’s why I love the idea of those doctors and nurses singing. It’s church. Even in the midst of scary and stressful nights, there will be music.*

Sleep well world. God holds you.

*the phrase “there will be music” is from one of my favorite poems, “A Brief for the Defense” by Jack Gilbert.

Pastor Sarah


March 24, 2020

God holds you. Day 10.

I heard the phrase “the new normal” at least ten times today, including from my own mouth.

The phrase kind of drives me crazy, but it’s true. Today felt…normal. Having back-to-back zoom meetings no longer feels noteworthy. Now it’s just what I do.

I didn’t worry today that I was getting sick. I didn’t obsessively check in my parents to see if they’re ok. Instead of panicking that we’re almost out of bananas, I simply added them to the grocery list.

I just lived. And it was boring and really nice.

I have a hard time balancing this sense of calm with the knowledge that there are people losing jobs, falling ill, and sacrificing for the common good. I’m guilty of a kind of spiritual pride that says if I’m not in anguish about the world, I’m not being faithful.

But there’s blessing to be found in rhythm and routine. Jesus certainly had plenty of days that weren’t recorded in scripture, even as he was contending with the powers of the world.

There’s no way that this actually is the new normal. But today, I’ll take it.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


March 23, 2020

God holds you. Day 9.

Today’s announcement of school closures demands a massive recalibration of expectations. This will not end soon. I keep hearing people say “how will we get through this?” I wish I knew.

At the same time, my kids (ages 3 & 4) are having the time of their lives. They haven’t been rushed for a week. They haven’t even been in a car. They wake up late and play all day. The surfaces in our house are covered in art projects. Life is slow and full.

When the psalmist told us about our journey through the valley of the shadow of death, he promised goodness in the midst of it.

You set a table before me in the presence of my enemies.

That’s not to say the enemies disappear. Fear and greed and misguided leaders and sickness and despair are present and accounted for. But among them, something else appears.

I don’t know any better word for it than grace. It looks like cherry blossoms and smells like kids coming in from outside and sounds like a three-year old belting Frozen 2 and tastes like chocolate chip cookies fresh from the oven.

The table has been set. My cup overflows.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


March 22, 2020

God holds you. Day 8.

Am I allowed to say I don’t want to be a televangelist? The people of my church – like countless others – have done a heroic job of getting us online. Worship today was lovely.

But it wasn’t what I wanted.

I poured bleach into the baptismal font to sanitize it. When I reached in for confession, it smelled like a pool. I preached about God setting a table and anointing with oil, but no one ate and no one was anointed. I looked into a camera instead of the eyes of my beloved church.

It was a lovely service, but I long for real things with real people. Thats why we rang the church bell before worship, something we never do. The world needs all the real reminders of God’s presence we can get. Or at least I do.

Tonight I looked to the book of Lamenations. It begins “How lonely sits the city that once was full of people.” But it ends with “the steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, his mercies are new every morning.”

May it be so, Lord. May it be so.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


March 21, 2020

God holds you. Day 7.

I plan to write these reflections every day until the church celebrates Easter. No, not the Easter slated to happen in three weeks, but the one where the choir sings shoulder to shoulder, and we dip real bread in a chalice held by human hands, and the passing of the peace takes forever because of all those hugs.

I plan to write till then, except on Saturdays because I need a sabbath. Sabbath is the day set aside each week to cease from work and rest in God’s care. It helps a faithful people remember that we aren’t God and we don’t need to be.

Jesus often retreated and took time away for renewal. We can too. Even now. Especially now.

People who regularly keep sabbath know it takes a little planning. You may be thinking…how’s she posting when she says she’s taking a sabbath?

I wrote this yesterday.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


March 20, 2020

God holds you. Day 6

Today I performed a wedding. The original plan was for the father-of-the-bride (a pastor) to fly in to officiate at a fairly small ceremony. But he couldn’t get here and even a small ceremony was too big. Instead, I performed the wedding outdoors, six feet from the couple, while the groom’s parents held up a phone so the rest of the family could be present.

It wasn’t ideal. I’m certain they were disappointed. But it was also lovely in its simplicity. What mattered most happened; they got married.

Our church faces a busy street. After the ceremony we went out front with a “Just Married” sign and got honks galore. The church members who live across the street pulled out a tambourine and jangled it with joy.

Jesus made sure the wine didn’t run out at a wedding party. He knows: celebration is essential. We always have reason to shake that tambourine.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


March 19, 2020

God holds you. Day 5.

Our bishop gathered all our synod pastors on a zoom call today. We were something like 60 people in a massive Brady Bunch style formation. Below each of our faces, our names.

My church pulled together a care team today. That handful of people will be the front lines of spiritual care for those most in need. There’s now a spreadsheet filled with names.

Jesus changed systems and confronted the powers that held the world captive to sin, yes. But he did it by encountering individual human beings. Relationships. One after another. People with names.

In a time of isolation, I think names become even more important. Say yours out loud. Say someone else’s too. This diminishment will not last forever. You are still connected. You have a name.

“I have called you by name, and you are mine.”

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


March 18, 2020

God Holds you. Day 4

Grief is starting to settle in. No one I know has died. No one has even gotten sick. But the little losses are piling up like snowflakes on a branch. No play dates. No ice cream stop on the way home from work.

I found old notes today about the family vacation we were planning for August. Are we still planning it? I grieve the ability to plan.

There’s a church overlooking Jerusalem built in the shape of a teardrop. It’s where Jesus wept. What a perfect place for a church. When I imagine Jesus crying, I see great love.

I am going to try to welcome grief as the permanent resident it’s bound to become.

I’m going to try to trust that when I welcome grief, I also welcome the love that will bear it.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


March 17, 2020

God holds you. Day 3

Today I noticed people getting creative. Children’s author Mo Willems is giving online doodling lessons. I doodled alongside my children, as Mo taught us to draw Gerald, the famous elephant of the Elephant and Piggy books. The five minutes of concentration calmed my brain. I was oddly proud of what I made. And I was happy.

God created out of mud. Jesus put mud on a blind man’s eyes and recreated his world. Today our kids made mud pies and I planted some Zinnia seeds. And it was good.

God is in the creativity. The songs and art and poetry that come out of this time will be breathtaking. So too, in their ways, will be the government programs and church structures and community connections that recreate people’s worlds.

All things will be made new.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


March 16, 2020

God holds you. Day 2

The day started with our whole family running across the street in our pjs. We saw our neighbor headed to work and we ran over to say good morning, check in. We waved and chatted with more neighbors in one day than we have in a month. All from a distance. But all so sweet.

The day was filled with neighborly kindnesses. A bouquet of daffodils. An offer of a grocery run. At night we read the story of the Good Samaritan which in our kids’ Bible is titled “The Good Neighbor.”

Jesus is called Emmanuel, which means “God is with you.” But I’ve also heard it translated “God moves into the neighborhood.” I like that. Jesus was in our neighborhood today. I hope also in yours.

Sleep well world. God holds you.

Pastor Sarah


March 16, 2020

God holds you. Day 1

This thought came to mind as I cuddled my little one to sleep tonight: God will hold you.

I barely recognize this world, not only because of the virus – though I can hardly go there – but also because of the economy and politics and fear. The suffering is bound to be massive, even if we manage to stop the viral spread. It’s like all at once, everything that gave life its basic structure is up for grabs.

Still. I believe God holds us. As foundation and bedrock. As the force that keeps us in place when the world is swirling. As a mother soothes a restless child.

God holds you. May you feel God’s arms around you tonight. Sleep well world.

Pastor Sarah