In this conversation, I talk with the author, illustrator, and creator of the online comic, “The Wesley Bros.” In this weekly comic, Charlie, shares history and heritage of these founders of the United Methodist denomination. With wit, snark, and cutting commentary, Charlie has captivated the hearts of many people through the faces of John and Charles Wesley.
Here are some of the links that Charlie shared in our conversation.
How do ministers handle huge events in their personal life and also still do ministry? How do clergy work through their personal lives being on display yet still live into the calling that God has laid upon their heart?
I have the pleasure and honor of talking about these deeply personal questions and more with Robin Fitzgerald. Robin went through a divorce a few years ago and was willing to walk through some of the lessons she has learned and how she lived through those times. I truly hope you can hear the hope and grace that is offered in our conversation.
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In two weeks I will present a new conversation with Charlie Baber, the author, and illustrator of “The Wesley Bros,” an online comic featuring the dynamic duo of Charles and John Wesley.
Chenjerai Kumanyika is an ongoing partner on the podcast “Seeing White,” a series by “Scene On Radio.” In Episode 37 (part 7 of the “Seeing White” series) Kumanyika, a black man poses a question to the host John Biewen, a white man. He asks John if he feels any responsibility for what other white people do? This question has sat in my soul like a splinter deep in the bottom of my foot.
Kumanyika goes on to explain that as a black man there is a black identity that exists, a connection felt between black people. When he received his Ph.D., he said that he thought it was a victory for all black people, not just himself. When he sees a criminal that is black, he feels that he is part of that failure. He is trying to remove himself from thinking like that, but it is hard. For white people, here in America, we do not have that same connection to the events, situations, and actions of other white people.
The splinter in my foot, the question gripping my soul, is should we? Should my whiteness be attached to the actions of other white people in our society? How would our culture, society, and community change if I, and all white people, personally felt attached to what other white people do?
The truth is I never have and I am sure most of the white people reading this never have either. What I have started to understand this is one aspect of white privilege. I don’t have to look at the actions of Dylann Ruth, who murdered nine people at church and feel any attachment to his actions at all. I feel horrible that he did it but I wasn’t connected on a racial level with him.
The same is true with the actions of the people in Charlottesville, VA this last week. I never really felt connected to other white people who carried Nazi and Confederate Flags while chanting hateful, horrible things about other races. I don’t feel connected to James Alex Fields who drove his car into a crowd of people protesting the white nationalist rally, killing Heather Heyer and injuring 19 others.
I am starting to feel connected. No, I do not agree with their ideology, their twisting of scripture, and the despicable ways they view the world and those who live in it. The connection I am feeling is that I have to limit my own privilege to remove myself from them. I can’t ignore them or their actions by simply saying, “Well, they have a horrible worldview and they are not me.” They are white Americans. I am a white American.
I have to start to acknowledge that as a white American, I have a historical advantage over people of color. Our country has in its foundation, given an advantage to people who are deemed as white. I have been born into and part of this privilege, like it or not, claimed or not.
What claiming this connection can do is to help start naming where it goes wrong or acknowledging the systems that existed and still exist today which continue to hold up this ideal.
Naming these systems, acknowledging our privilege, pulls the sins of the past, present and future, into the light. It gives a voice to what I’ve ignored, out of ignorance and privilege, for a long time. As we name these realities and shed light on the pain they caused, we can work towards reconciliation and equality on deeper levels in our society.
I don’t have answers. I’m simply naming the reality of my soul as I feel the weight of the privilege I never understood I had…until now.
In this first episode of Season Two of Adventures in Revland, I sit down with a good friend, Brad Hopper. Brad is the Missions and Family Ministries pastor at Matthews UMC in Matthews, NC. I talk with Brad about his work in the mission field and what draws him to help those who are outside the borders of his community.
He shares about his time on Mercy Ships and other journies overseas. We talk a little bit about football…aka soccer. Brad, also pushes the standard of what it means to be in missions with someone. Do we, as churches, do missions for our own sake or to truly help those they are serving. Thank you for listening and please leave a rating a review on Apple Podcast.
On August 7th I will be releasing the first episode of season 2 of my podcast, Adventures in Revland. In this season I will have some great conversations with people doing amazing things in ministry. What does a person with a heart for missions, a divorced clergy, a surfer helping young adults hear their call, a cartoonist and a District Superintendent have in common? They are all guests for the first half of this second season.
Episode one – Missions with Brad Hopper – will be released on August 7th. Then every first and third Monday of the month a new episode will come out.
Please, to help spread the news about this podcast, if you liked it or don’t, leave a review on Apple Podcast.
Also, listen to Season One by clicking here or by following the links below. Thank you for listening and peace be with you!
I am turning 40 years old this month and it will also be my 15th wedding anniversary. It is a big month. 15 years ago, on my 25th birthday, I also graduated seminary. I’ll be 40 now, a new decade and a new box to check on forms. I’m no longer a young clergy. I’m, I guess what you call, middle-aged clergy? Since I am on the downhill sprint of my second decade of ministry, I have been reflecting on my journey so far. That is what people in middle age do, right? We reflect on where we have come from and where we are. It is a natural piece of adulthood.
Now you have to understand, I was dragged into this whole preaching thing. I would much rather help with worship anywhere else than behind the pulpit on Sunday. Speaking in front of people was and still is a fear of mine. It is a heart pounding, sweat inducing fear. It happens every Sunday. I have learned though that the fear is rooted in embarrassment and lack of confidence. I grew to know that preaching, this task, and art form, was something I could do, but it wasn’t my choice.
These past 15 years have taught me that life in ministry is all about looking past people’s expectations. When I meet people and they find out what I do, they assume I am like the pastor they know. I am just like their brother who is the pastor of a Free Will Baptist Church out in the country. I’m just like that Catholic Priest who made life hell for them in Catholic School. I must be outgoing and wanting to be the life of the party just like the previous minister of the church. When I meet people they heap onto my shoulders the expectations of their experience with clergy.
I am a manuscript preacher and I need my notes every Sunday. Yet, some say I should step away from the pulpit because that is what the TV preachers do. I’m an introvert and so after two hours of fellowship at a wedding reception, I’m done. Yet, some wonder why I would rather sit back and not work the crowd like the previous pastor. There is a lot I don’t do like other people because this is the number one lesson I have learned over these 15 years of ministry, I can only be me.
I too had an expectation of what a great preacher looked like and it looked like those famous preachers. Those outgoing, extroverted, extremely scholarly, and quick thinking preachers who were everything I wasn’t. I learned that I was placing unrealistic expectations upon myself. What I have come to realize is that I can only be me. God’s breath resides in my soul. Preaching isn’t my choice it is my calling. God chose me to be a mouthpiece to the people of the world. God called me…me. ME!
Don’t miss interpret. I push myself. I attempt to grow in my preaching, leadership, and spirituality. I am constantly looking into different ways to do things or pushing my comfort zone. However, I have also learned that I have to do it my way. The more I learn about how God created me, the better I have gotten on being me.
I understand my strengths and weaknesses better now then I did 15 years ago. I know when to ask for help, when to say “I’ll take care of it,” and more importantly when to say, “No.” I am more comfortable in who I am and who God has created me to be than I ever have before.
My wisdom to pass down to those who are 25 and are just starting a career of any kind is to get to know who you are. Learn who and how God created you. Don’t be afraid to be who you are but also don’t let that be an excuse to keep you where you are. When you are honest and authentically yourself you let the light of Christ shine through you because that is the divine spark illuminating the life God has called you to.
Go and be you, the God created and inspired you.
This post is my article as a guest contributor on James Burrough’s website, jlburroughsiii.com.
I am currently involved in the Institue of Preaching, which is given through Duke Divinity School. If you are in the Western North Carolina or Flordia Conference of the United Methodist Church, I highly recommend this program. It is eye opening and has raised my quality of preaching.
During our last session, we were asked to think about where we have come from. We looked at a poem, “Where I’m From” by George Ella Lyon. We took almost an hour to look deeply at our past and contemplate where we have come from. We were then asked to write our own, “Where I’m From” poems. Our pasts construct our current selves and I find great power, confidence, and the fingerprints of God’s grace when I look back at how far I have come.
I am the sweat-soaked middle-schooler
the garbler of Shakespeare
creator of giggles with my stumbles
I am fear, deep fear
a concrete tongue weighing heavy
in a shriveled mouthpiece
I am the shouter, “Bad spellers untie!”
my hand is stacked heavy and high
the call is buried, in the darkness, deep
but the coals are still red.
I am the product of Paul
Peter formed and Bruce forged
a story penned in pulpits
handprints left in Glencoe, Laboratory, and the Rougemont Charge
I am prayed over in the crypt
thriver of musty sanctuaries and dam exercises
the receiver of gracious, wrinkled smiles
I am a child, bowing before the Father
giving in, succumbing, tired of the fight
willing, finally, to go because of the one who sends.
I am a sweat, soaked preacher
bestower of laser beans of grace at the perfect 45 degrees
striving, always striving, towards transparency
I am a preacher
I am a preacher
an alien phrase to a 9th-grade mind
I am here, behind the pulpit
not for me but because I am called.