Rev Kathy Manis Findley
August 15, 2024
Writing a blog post is never easy, at least not for me. It’s just me musing, after all, a “me” who is a quirky person who can’t write good words because of trying so hard to find the best words. Anyway, I often cringe at the thought of talking about one particular milestone that happened in a certain moment of my time line! And pointing out my milestones is really what this blog does much of the time. The milestone may seem significant to me, but you, dear readers, might not care one bit about it. The people or events that take my breath away may not move your breath at all. If that’s the case for you, just delete this and continue with your life.
I want to briefly comment on the ideas of friendship and community, two of the most important elements of life. Like you, I need people in my life who are honest and authentic. I am too far along in age and wisdom to mess around with dishonest people. Nor do I want people around me who are unkind, cruel, and uncaring. That’s the way it must be in friendship and community. I need a caring companion on my journey, a compassionate community that has my back over time. They know that I have their backs, too.
Through the years, I have tried to be a part of a personal friendship or a community that is strong, loyal, and lasting, only to discover that the subject of my friendship actually cares nothing about what is meaningful and necessary for people. This is simply not what genuine community looks like. And friendship is downright superb when it is real and true friendship.
One of the most beautiful stories about community found in Scripture tells the story of a large gathering of people in a certain time and place when “Great awe fell on everyone.”
When the day of Pentecost had finally arrived, they were all together in the same place. Suddenly there came from heaven a noise like the sound of a strong, blowing wind, and it filled the whole house where they were sitting . . . All of those who believed came together, and held everything in common. They sold their possessions and belongings and divided them up to everyone in proportion to their various needs . . . In the last days, declares God, I will pour out my spirit on all people. Your sons and your daughters will prophesy.
(From Acts 2:1 NTFE)
To be honest, I don’t know a community of people who would agree on the idea of holding “all things common.” I know that communities like this do exist, but I have never seen one in person. The shining, glimmering idea of pouring out God’s Spirit on every single person moves me in the depths of my heart and spirit. If that were not blessing enough, the text mentions “sons and daughters” who will prophesy!
“And daughters!” This gives me great hope. The truth is that for much of my life I have longed to experience community in a group like this—dedicated to each other and knowing that they can stand for righteousness. On top of that, in the scripture text, the wind of the Spirit was felt by everyone, sons and daughters. This picture of community is the kind of community God desires for every person. In some ways throughout my ministry, I saw the worst of community, even a church community that would reject my gifts for ministry and my call to ministry. Soon they would know that I was stronger than I seemed to be.
In 1992, I asked my home church to enter with me into a process of ordination for me. The process continued for months, each month postponing, delaying, making motions to table. I received somewhat frightening threats both from people in my faith community, and from leaders of the Arkansas Baptist State Convention.
Was it true what they told me, “You are destroying our church!”
That accusation troubled me a great deal. But I did not relent. I did not shrink. The outcome was not pretty, and my church ended up responding with a definitive “NO!” They did not yet know about my dogged persistence. In spite of this painful decision my church made, I was ordained the same year, in March of 1992, by a different congregation, in a different state.” God called the plays!
by a different congregation.
I did not know where this blog post would end, but I want it to end with a hope-infused vision of the refreshing winds of the Spirit falling upon us, filling our spirits, and planting hope in our hearts. We all need that in these troubling days. May God make it so for all of us and each of us. Amen.
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God of the Sparrow 🌱 By Kathy Manis Findley 