Friday, September 9, 2022

Excavation















First is sadness, 
Shovel after shovel of
Sadness. The tears falling—
And not just the little ones.
Big full tears like
Giant rain drops
Rolling down my cheeks.

Then relief.
The shovel lighter.
The work easier.
Finding my breath
A rhythm carries me
Like making that same shot
Over and over and over
On the basketball court.
Swish…swish…swish. All net.

But then comes anxiety,
My hands shaking as I
Shovel—unsure about
What I am unearthing.
My heart racing
My breath short
My mind spinning.

Eventually anxiety gives way to
More sadness. But this time it is
Sticky with a coating of fear and
Marbled with the fat of rage.
I barely want to touch it
For fear it will consume me.

Periodically, rainstorms
Of confusion drench
My heart and my mind.
Clouding my vision
As I keep shoveling,
Disoriented and desperate
For solid ground.

But the confusion begins
To dissipate, as
Understanding bubbles up.
I begin to see what is
Buried underneath.
The shovel grows lighter.
Things begin to
Make sense.

All along, though, there are
Visitors—friends, seagulls,
Butterflies, kitties, angels,
Jesus—who sit with
Me while I keep digging,
Sometimes digging with me,
Sometimes just sitting.
Reminding me that
I am not alone
I am not crazy
I am ok

My body leads me
Through this, my journey
To freedom.
To freedom. 

Wednesday, April 7, 2021

JustFaith Ministries Bearings Letter

 

JustFaith Ministries invited me to write a letter for one of their Engaging Spirituality Programs. Here is the text of the letter, written at the beginning of the COVID-19 pandemic. 

What do you struggle with most as you seek to live with integrity?

My guiding question for this season in which we are facing the COVID-19 pandemic is, what is mine to do? Every few years, for the last several years, I have spent time discerning where God is calling me. It is mostly about my professional circumstances as one who is ordained to word and sacrament in the Presbyterian Church (USA) serving in a specialized ministry at Bread for the World. And at every turn, I have discerned that God is inviting me to stay put.

But in this period of COVID-19, the discernment feels a little unfinished. It has morphed into the question, what is mine to do? (Which makes me wonder if I was missing something in my discernment before.) The shift happened as I began to sit with anxiety about how to take action in the pandemic. I wanted to volunteer, but then worried about the impact of any exposure on my partner. And as I reflected, I felt a stillness drawing me in and an energy for action--with a vocational quality to it.

Meeting with my spiritual director, she shared the work of an intentional community that spends time in prayer and through their prayer, they discern how to take action as a community. And of course, that action leads them back into prayer for the community. As she was talking about it, she made this figure-eight motion with her hands that looked like the infinity sign, and said, the prayer leads to action, and the action leads to prayer. Perhaps, she suggested, the invitation is to go deeper into prayer with the question, what is mine to do?

This question has been pervasive in my days since then. I’ve been trying more intentionally to cultivate a spirit in myself that allows for this question to move with me through my day…when I am sitting on a videoconference or cooking or cleaning or reading or walking or talking with my friends or my partner…when I feel motivated and when I feel anxious and when I feel the deep sadness of this season.

The question allows me to sift through priorities of how I spend my time, the boundaries I hold (or don’t) with the people around me, the work I take on (or don’t), the “battles” I choose, how I spend my money.

But sometimes perfection rears its ugly head and sends me into a tailspin. Perfection has many names, sometimes it’s lazy. Other times it’s selfish. And still other times it is stingy. I offer it up and ask God, what is mine to do? Letting go of perfection allows for the messiness that is the reality of my life. I am constantly learning to hold the tensions between what I hope for and what is, my conflicting and often contradictory feelings and desires, my expectations of the people around me and how they show up. I try to hold space for myself and the world around me without judgment. And that’s when grace reminds me of her presence.

What do you regularly do (your daily practice) that keeps you grounded in the struggle for authenticity?

Full confession. I have struggled with self-discipline and routines and daily practices since my 20’s. I find routines hard to maintain and it takes a good deal of energy for me to resist things that I enjoy in order to hold onto those routines and practices. I go through seasons where I am very focused, but inevitably something interrupts it—sometimes a bout of depression or anxiety that can come up randomly or stem from a major change. But sometimes I just get busy with work…or bored with the regular-ness of it. I wrestle through each time and “get my act together again” only to run into something else.

Sometimes I focus on particular aspects of self-discipline. I’ll build a regular spiritual practice and then decide I need to pay better attention to what I am eating. And then I, of course, need to be exercising to keep my mood up and to maintain my physical health. But then I lose my spiritual practice. And then suddenly my house is chaotic. (I’ve come a long way; when I was younger, I could barely keep up with my bills or keys.)

Recently, I have been trying to develop some routines that feel natural and can support the better integration of all of these practices. And in this I have rediscovered how some decisions can have a ripple effect. For me, getting to bed at a reasonable hour means I’m more likely to follow a nighttime routine. This leads to better rest, which lead to better decisions the next day. My mother always told us as children that the hours of sleep before midnight were better quality than those after midnight. I assumed she just wanted a little peace and quiet. And while that might have been true, it turns out she wasn’t exactly wrong.

At the heart of my routines is mindfulness. I lived in a constant state of low-level anxiety for most of my life, into my 30’s. It was second nature, and I never knew that it wasn’t normal. As I have learned what it feels like not to be anxious, it’s easier to tell when I am anxious. But I slip in and out of it pretty easily without noticing. But as I have been holding these routines more tightly—particularly in this COVID-19 season, I have more time without anxiety, and I notice more when it shows up. And that means I can be more intentional about maintaining my routines instead of letting them slip. 

Learning to see how interconnected all of these things are is both overwhelming and reassuring. The capacity to slow down, to relax my mind and my body allows me to notice God’s presence with me. My nightly routine involves reading scripture, which draws me closer to God. My morning routine involves reflecting on the day before and where I felt connected and disconnected. Exercise helps support better physical health, which also supports my mental health. Starting my day with breakfast and coffee puts me on a path to eat better food throughout the day, which supports a clearer mind and having more energy—and more capacity for mindfulness.

There are certainly things that I have done with some regularity that have helped me on this journey. Therapy was really important for me in connecting the management of my anxiety with my spiritual life. (Knowing God’s love and grace has eased a lot of my anxiety.) Learning and cultivating mindfulness practices—even in fits and starts—has helped tremendously to better understand my mind. More recently, spiritual direction gives me space to better understand my deepest longings (freedom and connection with God) and how to cultivate them in my life. And in all of this, grounding myself in weekly (at least) worship in community and following the rhythms of the liturgical calendar help me to be more grounded each week.

What practical challenges can you offer the group that will be reading your letter as they seek to live an undivided (holy) and faithful life?

I once did an exercise to discern the two values that are central in my life. It was a difficult decision to land on two as I hold a lot of values dear to me. But the two that rose to the top—and incorporated many others—were courage and perseverance. So, my challenge to you is to be courageous and persevere in this journey to live an undivided (holy) and faithful life.

This work is hard. It takes courage to come face to face with our shadow sides and to let the light of God’s love shine on them. It takes courage to offer our gifts and talents to the world without all of the ego getting in the way. It takes perseverance to practice mindfulness. It’s exhausting and mundane and we fail at it constantly. It’s a cycle of starting and stopping that is endless. It invites us to feel all the feelings more deeply, to let them wash over us. It invites us into difficult choices, which sometimes we will make…but sometimes…many times, we won’t. (I stayed up until 1:00 reading last night and binge watching How to Get Away With Murder the night before.)

The reward, which is always living there below the surface even when we think we don’t want it, is a deeper self-understanding and a deeper relationship with God.

I offer this scripture from Romans 12:1-2, that has been my guiding star in my spiritual journey.

I appeal to you, therefore, brothers and sister, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God, which is your spiritual worship. Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, so that you may discern what is good and acceptable and perfect. (NRSV)

Rev. Nancy Neal

I am a minister of word and sacrament in the Presbyterian Church (USA). In my tradition, we are ordained to a particular call at a particular time. I was ordained to ministry at Bread for the World in 2012 and have continued to serve there, presently as director of Church Relations. I also served briefly and part time as transitional pastor of Arlington Presbyterian Church (APC) during a period of huge disruption—they sold their building! I continue to worship with them, often supporting the minister of music with a little guitar accompaniment. After my time at APC, National Capital Presbytery (where I hold my membership) invited me to serve on an excessive number of committees (what is mine to do?). I was born in Virginia, grew up in South Carolina, and lived in NYC for many years, where I Union Theological Seminary. I moved to Washington DC in 2011. My partner, Nedrin and I got engaged at the beginning of the pandemic and are considering a Facebook Live wedding.

Rev. Nancy Neal

Bread for the World

425 3rd Street SW, Suite 1200

Washington, DC 20024

Tuesday, April 6, 2021

Elmhurst University March 8, 2021

 

I did a lecture at Elmhurst College Wednesday, March 8, 2021. 

Right to Food: How Public Policy Impacts Hunger




Friday, November 1, 2019



I had the honor of officiating the wedding of Judy Robb and Tim Rinaman this past Saturday, April 27, 2019. Here is the video of the service. I'm loving the image here for the video with my mouth open, mid sentence. Enjoy the service.

Sunday, April 22, 2018

Holding on to Love


Memorial Service for Patrick Leonard
April 9, 2018
1 Corinthians 13
Holding on to Love

I didn’t have the honor or the privilege to know Patrick. From all accounts, he was loving and giving and generous. A true friend…like a brother.

And I know that he will be deeply missed by friends and family.

Death brings up all kinds of emotions for us…if we will let it
--feelings of sadness and grief.
--feelings of regret.
-- feelings of anger.
-- feelings of confusion.

We spend our whole lives in a culture that avoids meaningful engagement with death.

The culture idolizes youthfulness. We’re obsessed with millennials.

We have eye creams and lotions and hair color to make us look and feel younger—and umm, thanks, Dave for bringing me a stash of that stuff.

We promote diet and exercise as if they are the fountains of youth.

And we have built whole industries around care for the elderly that have the terrible reputation for not being any good at their task.

And if we let it, death begs big questions.

--Questions about the meaning of life
--What we are accomplishing
--What happens to us when we die.

These are the questions that make us anxious and bring out our insecurities about not being good enough or being lazy or undeserving.

They are questions we will never find answers for, but if we can put our anxieties and judgments aside, wrestling with them will make us better human beings.

They will help us grow.

But the only to put our anxieties and judgments aside is to invite those questions into our hearts with a spirit of love.

One of my all time favorite passages from the Bible is 1 Corinthians 13. The apostle Paul is writing to the Christian community in Corinth. And they are struggling with a lot of in-fighting.

There are these prima donna religious folks who think that they have It all figured out.

They can speak in tongues.
They can preach like nobody’s business.
They are full of wisdom and know the truth.
They are so dedicated that they would face death.

But the truth is that none of it means anything if they are not loving to one another.

They could have the best theology. Or be absolutely certain about right and wrong. Or think they have all the answers to the mysteries of faith. (I'm sure you've never met anyone like that!)

But it means nothing if they do not have love in their hearts.

I think Patrick got this. I think it’s why he was still Catholic. Even though the church fails—and fails big time. And not infrequently. At the heart of the message of the gospel is love.

Jesus came to bring healing to those who were sick and lost and lonely. To bring those in the margins…those not even on the page…back into the fold. To bring food to those who were hungry. And to bring love to a broken world.

And it was controversial. He disrupted the established power structure in the Roman Empire and the cozy relationship between the Empire and the religious authorities. (Hint: religious authorities are always getting it wrong.)

            And that is what got him killed.

Ali and Zade told me story after story about times that Patrick showed up with kind words and thoughtful gifts and rolled up sleeves to offer love to those around him.

And he built a family here in Northern Virginia with you all. And he welcomed anyone and everyone to be part of this family.

            This is a huge loss.

I hope you will honor Patrick’s memory by truly grieving his death even as you find joy in celebrating his life.

Even though our culture urges us to avoid pain and sadness. To just be happy all the time. I hope you will take a few moments here today to be sad.

To let the hard questions bubble up in your soul.

And I hope you will remember. Remember the good, the bad, and the ugly. And share it in word or on canvas today.

But know that you are not alone in it. You can be comforted in the knowledge that you are surrounded by this family that formed around him…

a family of people who are grieving and celebrating as well.

You are surrounded by the cloud of witnesses, so many queer folks who have gone before us.

And you have the Holy Spirit—Jesus own presence here with us who will accompany you along this journey of grief and big questions and celebration.

The beauty of this moment is that we are in the Easter season.

We are celebrating the risen Christ, the one who was killed shamefully and gruesomely by the state. And yet still he loved.

Even in our own collusion—intentional or unintentional—with a culture that tries to alienate us from our bodies, from our family, and from God,

God loves us still and draws us close.

The power of the loving God is greater even than the power of death.

We can be assured that in life and in death, we belong to God.

Thanks be to God. Amen.






Sunday, April 15, 2018

How will you be a witness?


Arlington Presbyterian Church
April 15, 2018
Easter 3B, 1 John 3:1-7, Luke 24:36b-48

It’s funny how setting your mind on something brings it up in your life in lots of places. As we’ve selected at theme of the beloved community for the next few weeks, I’ve been wrestling with what it means to be engaged in community. I’ve been part of a number of communities in my life.

In undergrad, I was part of the community of the Presbyterian Student Association at Clemson University. We gathered each Sunday evening for dinner and to wrestle with what it means to be Christian in the world around us.

It was that community that led me to spend a summer in an intentional Christian community called Jubilee partners, located in the small town of Comer, Georgia. There, they worked to resettle refugees from around the world. They taught English as a second language and living skills for their eventual placement in homes in Atlanta. It is there that I learned about the struggles for justice against the death penalty, against homelessness, against violence.

I was part of another intentional Christian community in Cleveland, OH, as a young adult volunteer in mission. We each worked in some area of ministry in the community. We gathered each evening for dinner together, and we wrestled together with what it meant to be community…with struggles of mental illness and alcoholism and indifference. We wrestled with how to create healthy boundaries with one another, how to ask for what we needed, and how to give one another space.

In New York, I was a part of Lafayette Avenue Presbyterian Church, where I prepared for seminary. After a difficult break-up, I wondered if I would still have any community or if everyone would choose my former partners. I was pleasantly surprised to still have friends.

And at Union theological seminary, I was part of a short-lived community of folks who wrestled with how to live in resistance to racism in our country. We explored how different people of different races are taught differently about race. We explored the ways that race is defined in our country and tries to define us in certain ways. We wrestled with how to break out of those definitions and to grow spiritually in order to live in resistance to that powerful construct in our society.

And while I’ve been part of those communities throughout the years, I’ve also been a bit of a nomad. I haven’t deeply committed myself to one particular community to call home. I think part of that has to do with my childhood and my mother. We moved a lot until I was in the 3rd grade and we settled in Charleston, SC. But my mother never considered Charleston home. West Virginia was home—where her mother was, where she was raised, where generations of her family lived.

But she was also afraid to get close to people. She had friends, but never really any close friends. She was always afraid of how they would judge her. And the sad thing is that it keeps her from experiencing God’s overwhelming love in the context of community. I will note that as we have gotten older, my family has gotten closer and closer and there have been lots of opportunities for us to share that love with one another.

The beloved community that Martin Luther King talks about is the result of working through non-violent methods to restore relationships between God’s children so that justice prevails. It takes a deep engagement in community. And I fear that I have kept community at arm’s length in order to avoid the vulnerability it takes to show up.
Sometimes, I feel like the disciples. Bewildered and confused, unsure about how to move forward. As they are sitting there listing to the two disciples who have encountered Jesus on the road to Emmaus, Jesus just shows up offering them peace. He offers them his hands to see his flesh. He sits and eats with them at the table.

And what does he do with them, he shines light on the scriptures so that they can understand why things went the way that they did. And he invites them to be a witness to these things—actually, he doesn’t invite them. He says that they are witnesses to these things. And as followers of Christ, we to are witnesses to these things.
In a commentary I read, Caroline Lewis argues that we witness in our very being. It’s not about what we say or what we do. It’s about who we are as children of God, as followers of Christ.

She writes,
I suspect that for many of us, hearing that we are witnesses is not necessarily good news. We remember how often have we declined our identity. We remember how often we have deferred testimony to others. We remember how often we have determined that our witness wouldn’t make a difference anyway, so why bother? But, in doing so, we deny the truth of who we are and who Jesus needs us to be. We give up avowals about God that not enough people get to hear or experience. And we forgo the fact that we are never NOT giving witness to God.[1]

For me that’s the rub. But as I buy a house and start to put down some roots here in DC, I wonder what it might look like to lean in a little more to claim this city as my home. What does it mean for a place to be home?

The 1 John passage claims that we are all children of God. It’s a little black and white in its articulation of who is with and without sin. But it illustrates dramatically the tension between grounding one’s witness in the resurrection and grounding one’s witness in the world. The purpose of the book is to urge the community to be unified in bearing witness to the resurrection of Jesus, the messiah. It calls the community to know God’s love and to share it with one another. In the next chapter, there is the famous text, Beloved, let us love one another because love is of God and everyone who loves, is born of God and knows God. And anyone who does not love does not know God, for God is love. 

In his speech in Memphis at Mason Temple Church of God in Christ, addressing the sanitation workers and the community in Memphis, he also says that we are all children of God and that the movement is not one of divisiveness and hate, but a movement grounded in love seeking to ensure that all of God’s children live in security, are able to eat 3 meals a day, and able to live with dignity. In King’s beloved community, people who are divided by race engage conflicts in loving, non-violent ways that lead to justice. This way when the conflicts are over, the people can live together peacefully in a spirit of love.  

This is the hard work. It has ramifications with the way I engage my neighbors in my new neighborhood. It has ramifications for how I engage in the political process. It has ramifications for how and with whom I spend my time. And where I put my energies. It has ramifications with the way I show up as a witness to the gospel of Jesus Christ—one who sought a holistic reconciliation between God and humankind. 
I don’t really have any answers I suppose. In some ways I’m being hard on myself. I have showed up many times in real ways in the communities which I have been a part. 

At the same time, we all have growing edges.

It’s not the same for all of us here. Maybe your story is like mine. Or maybe it’s completely different. But where are your growing edges? How might your witness be more aligned with the Kingdom of God? Where might you be holding back just a little thinking that someone else would do it better? Or that you’re not ready? Or that you’re too busy? Or overwhelmed or scared or tired?

The good news is that we don’t have to be perfect. In my yoga class yesterday, I was reminded of this. I kept falling in the flower pose. And the instructor said, don’t worry, you’re just finding your edges. It’s ok to fall.

We have this amazing witness to God’s love for us in the scriptures. We too can turn to the scriptures to find better understanding as Jesus did with the disciples in that room when he showed up out of nowhere. We too can gather together to read and discuss. It’s an opportunity not only to know God better, but to understand ourselves as children of god. So that we might go into the world being the best witness to the gospel that we can.

Thanks be to God.
Amen.


[1] http://www.workingpreacher.org/craft.aspx?post=5126

Sunday, April 8, 2018

The Beloved Community



Arlington Presbyterian Church
March 8, 2018
2nd Sunday of Easter Year B
Psalm 133, 1 John 1:1-2:2, Acts 4:32-35

Last Wednesday marked the 50th anniversary of the assassination of the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. There were events around the country commemorating his time in Memphis at Mason Temple Church of God in Christ with the sanitation workers the night before his death at the Lorraine Motel. COGIC and AFSCME gathered at Mason Temple on the evening of the 3rd and at the Lorraine Motel, now museum, on the 4th to remember his life and his death. 

There was an ecumenical worship service here in town at a Greek Orthodox Church and then a march and rally on the national mall on Wednesday. I went to the rally in the afternoon. It was interesting to be there with faith leaders who were active in the civil rights movement and younger leaders who are bridging the gap between with the young people’s movements today.
It was a descent size for a Wednesday after Easter and just weeks after the March for Our Lives. But I was telling Derrick that I was disappointed that I hadn’t been more involved given the importance of Dr. King on my own spiritual journey.

But the tensions between the groups who felt a stake in remembering and celebrating Dr. King along with the challenge of making connections between the civil rights movement and the current movements for justice, whether it’ BlackLivesMatter or the march for our lives or the struggle for queer and trans people’s equality under the law.

I was struck, however as I was reading this for this morning. The book of Acts and the books of 1, 2, and 3 John are communications from people who were there with Jesus during his life, his mission, his death, and his resurrection. They have person encounters and experiences of Jesus that bring them into fellowship with God. And in the 1st John passage, the author is inviting the new believers into that same fellowship and communion with God though the community together.

This element of community is central to the lives of the followers in the early church. And it was central to Dr. King’s own theology.  He argued that through God’s love for us, we too can transcend the barriers of evil and hate and injustice to love those we might perceive as our enemies. He believed that by reconciling the natural conflicts in our world through non-violent means, that we could achieve the beloved community. A community grounded in God’s love that runs through us to love those around us.

He believed that through cultivating relationships with love, addressing conflicts in a non-violent practice, that it is possible to challenge the systems of racism, extreme materialism, and militarism. Racism, that defines people not by the content of their character, but by the color of their skin. Materialism fools us into a scarcity mentality that drives us to ignore those who suffer from hunger and poverty and homelessness. Militarism which values dominance and violence to keep the peace instead of a peace built from non-violent resolution to conflict.

The Acts text this morning gets to the heart of Dr. King’s philosophy of the beloved community. A colleague of mine writes this about the opening lines of the passage.

Acts envisions the community as intrinsically belonging to one another, such that we can’t separate ourselves from those in need. Acts 4:32 tells us that “the whole group of those who believed were of one heart and one soul.” The Greek phrase “one heart and soul” (kardia kai psyche mia) refers to the entire essence of one’s being. It recalls the command in Deuteronomy Deuteronomy 6:5 to “love the LORD your God with all your heart (kardia), and with all your soul (psyche), and with all your might.” Deuteronomy means that we should love God with our whole selves—with everything we’ve got. In the same way, Acts 4:32 means that we belong to each other with everything that we have—heart and soul, we are as one. The community belongs to each other as though we share one heart and one soul. We are one entity, inseparable one from the other.

Thus, for the earliest believers, sharing what you had with another wasn’t understood as an act of charity. It wasn’t a deed of kindness from one person to another. Rather, sharing what one had was tending to one’s own life, which could not be separated from the lives of others. The community thrived or suffered as a whole. It succeeded or failed as a whole. Each belonged to the other, and, as such, their material goods belonged to the whole and not to any individual among them.[i]

This is what Dr. King meant when he said “We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly.” ― Martin Luther King Jr., Why We Can't Wait.
We enter our relationship with God not solo, but connected through those who have encountered Jesus Christ. Whether that is the disciples literal encounter with the risen Christ showing new believers that same love and service as Christ showed them…leading them to their own encounters with Christ. Or generations and centuries down the line of people who have come into the fellowship of Jesus Christ to have their own encounters and share that love and service with those around them.

We are called to fellowship—to community. And this fellowship and community is not just for a chosen few, but for all of the world. We encounter this in the way that we treat our selves, the way we think of ourselves and whether we experience God’s love.  It gets expressed in our personal encounters with those with whom we are in fellowship in our daily lives. But also in the public square. We are intricately connected, with one heart and one soul.

This leads us down a path of evangelism through resistance. Resistance to the values inherent in racism, extreme materialism and militarism define our sense of self and others, contorting the image of God inside each of us, so that we feel like we have separate hearts and souls and that the others don’t carry the image of God.

We are called to resist by being true to the self God created in us and searching for that same true self in those around us. By staying present in the conflicts that arise, even when we want to run away. It calls us to remember our history and the history we are making with clear and honest eyes. And it calls us to take loving and nonviolent action to disrupt the powers of evil and death in the world.

This is what evangelism looks like—the spreading of the beloved community. It is a demonstration of the love that we encounter from the risen Christ. And the truth is that all of this is possible because we are an Easter people. We are a people defined by a love that is more powerful than death or racism or materialism or violent militarism. And we can be comforted in the knowledge that in Christ’s death and resurrection, forgiveness is available when we get snared by these.

Thanks be to God. Amen.