Showing posts with label transition. Show all posts
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Sunday, January 31, 2016

No one is irreplaceable

“Paul wanted Timothy to accompany him.”  Acts 16:3

It has been a tough month for classic rock fans, as the world said farewell to David Bowie and then Glenn Frey of the Eagles.  Newspapers and magazines have brimmed with tributes, salutes have been playing on the radio, and people all over the world have sent out a word of gratitude on social media.  One trending hashtag after David Bowie’s death was the single word “irreplaceable,” and a number of celebrities paid tribute to this remarkably creative artist by calling him “one of a kind.”  The response was a bit more muted for Frey, as the three other Eagles are still with us.  But I did chuckle at an Onion article last week that announced a faux resolution by Congress to set aside $90 million to protect the remaining Eagles, “so they are around to rock us, our children, and our children’s children for years to come.”

The subtext here is that truly great creative figures are always unique.  They cannot have real successors.  When they die, we lose all that was most valuable about their work, because it is all tied up in their individual experience and vision.  This is a common idea in our culture, an inheritance of the Romantic ideal of the artist as a kind of possessed creature, a person whose great gift to the world is translating his or her deeply personal perspective on the world onto canvas or musical notes or the stage. 

This modern way is quite different from the way someone like Bach or Giotto or a traditional artisan approached creative work.   There’s no accountability to God or a living tradition or a shared moral vision.  “To thine own self be true”—that, I suppose, is the only maxim of the creative world these days, and though it sounds heroic, in reality, it’s really quite limited and fragile.  There will be a star on some walk of fame, a bit of airtime on the oldies station, a fan page, some relics gathering dust in a museum case.  But if we really are irreplaceable and one of a kind, well once we’ve gone, there is no more.

One of the enduring themes of the Bible is that truly great figures always have successors. 

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

God Gave the Growth

“I planted, Apollos watered, but God gave the growth.” I Cor. 3:6

My family and I were delighted to receive the call from God to come and join you at Saint Timothy’s.  I look forward to leading you during this time of transition as you say farewell to Father Brad, and prepare in time to receive the ministry of a new permanent rector.  It has been a special gift to be able to work alongside Father Brad for nearly a month.  It’s lifted a bit of the burden from both of us, and he has helped me to understand many different ways that God is doing wonderful things among you. 

I can certainly understand why you have come to love him so much.  He is a man of great compassion and wisdom, and you bear the stamp of his leadership in many ways (as I’m sure you do also of your associate rectors and those who lead you before he arrived).  Father Brad’s insistence on God’s love for all people has shaped your active mission program and gathered together a deeply diverse and open-hearted congregation.  I know that you will all want to take time in the next few weeks to speak or write to him, thanking him for the way he has helped you to grow in faith and discipleship.  You will also want to spend time praying for him and his family as he discerns how to continue using his gifts in retirement.