Job: Moving Towards the Lord in Pain

Every new Intervarsity staff person in our region is required to go through a one year training module. Part of that training is reading and blogging our way through the Bible in a year. It’s been fun. So I’m writing (blogs, quarterly reports, bible studies), but have not had alot of time to post here. I did want to share this piece I wrote as I read through Job.

I worked as a chaplain at Duke Hospital two years ago. I staffed the OB/Gyn floor, as well as the Transplant Unit and terminal illnesses. I was pretty upset that I had two floors where death never stopped—patients and families were suffering loss of lungs, loss of hearts, loss of children, and loss of self. Most of my colleagues got to staff the cool out-patient units, the children’s wards, and Labor and Delivery.

During this time, I wanted to be present at the joys of birth or seeing children get better, saying goodbye to families who had come in for simple procedures. Instead, I was assigned to two units mostly comprised of grief, death, and sadness. For six months, I found myself constantly at a loss for words and trying to find words with weight.

The infamous “well, the Lord gives and the Lord takes” made me sick. I do not believe the Lord gets a thrill out of death. Loss and death suck.  Thus when I read the Job narrative, I found it chilling and eerie. A pious man with great devotion to God is slowly stripped of everything that is his. His possessions, his family, and even his body become fair game for the Adversary to attack. The tumult that Job faces does not make sense in proportion to Job’s saintliness and him being known as ‘blameless and upright.’

Job does not curse his Creator in his misfortune. Even his wife, Mrs. Job, tries to get him to speak up and curse God [an aside for kicks, I love that St. Chrysostom, 4th Century church father, said “Job’s greatest trial was that his wife was not taken,” rather she just kept egging him on]. Instead Job enters into 7 days and nights of mourning with his friends—in silence. They sit, they wait, they grieve (aah, the lost art of grieving). They sit until Job speaks up. When he finally finds the words, he demands the Lord show up and speak up.

There is wisdom here for us. In the hardest parts of our lives, I think we’re tempted to speak too quickly or busy ourselves or just plain old avoid God. However, like Job, I think our call is to sit, grieve, and engage the Lord in our brokenness. Words are insufficient to explain God, and creating the space to connect with God allows us to be transformed in God’s presence.

Job engages with God in a way that his friends are not able to. Job’s friends try to speak of God and make up responses for God, but Job agues with God, demands of God, and in the process matures in a view of God that is hard but hopeful. His pain moves him towards God

So three things I take away from reading Job:

  • Job’s anguish lasts over multiple chapters. Grief is good and most times is not momentary—and that’s okay.
  • Honest grief and mourning should move us towards God.
  • And if we are willing to engage the silence and do the hard work of engaging with God and not just talking about Him, God will respond—maybe not in our timing but He will respond.

What I was learning as a chaplain and now as an Intervarsity staff is the importance of silence, sitting, and engaging with God. The best chaplains… pastors… people… create space for parishioners  students, and friends to interact with God in a way that leads them to the Lord.  Transformation only happens when we engage and wrestle with God.

Spinning Words, Spinning Worlds

“When we speak, whole worlds are spun.” -Michel Foucault

My drivers ed teacher always told his classes, “drive for the safety of other people.”  I found that disconcerting as a senior in High School learning how to drive (yes, it wasn’t until my senior year that I was old enough to take drivers ed).  I always thought it was all about the driver (me) and their (my) safety.  I quickly learned that it wasn’t about me, but about driving in such a way that other drivers would be safe.  This kind of driving requires an extra amount of vigilance, concentration, and carefulness.

In the same way, words are powerful vehicles.  Without the proper licenses and training, drivers ed 101 and 201, and road tests, we find ourselves in collision after collision.  Even with the proper training, we find ourselves in collisions.  Our words have the power to build but also to tear down, not just our own lives but the lives of those around us.

Words have the power to tear down, bury, and shatter people.  Words have the ability to rob our futures.  Words can take a somebody and make them feel like a nobody.  It is these collisions that have the power to immobilize and paralyze us and others in ways we may have never intended or hoped.

My preaching professors at Duke would often say, “words are all we have.”  I heed these words with even more care.  I don’t want to speak empty words, I try my best not to.  I know that words are the vehicle for which we can invite others into a bigger story, God’s story.  With words we can take chaos and offer hope.  With words we can take the darkest moment and speak light.  With words we can declare, decree, and make known that God’s arm is not too week and not too short.

Our words can spin worlds in and towards the glory of God… but out words can also mar that glory.

Words, my friends, are all we have.

(James 3)

Ending Well

Ending well for me means investing deeply in the community I am being called from but also letting the Lord plant me deeply in the community I am being called to.  I’m trying hard to start and end thing well here– its a very liminal lifestyle– the now and the not yet.  My work with Intervarsity has pretty much started with fundraising for the summer.  And at the same time, I’m trying to close out my time in Durham well too. I keep wondering where all the books on “Ending Well” are?

In Mid-May, I ventured up to Goshen, VA for InterVarsity’s Chapter Focus Camp. I had a ball working with the student leaders and students from UVA and UVA’s OneWay. The week was a great affirmation of my call and excitement over the ability to walk with college students as they think about their faith.  I’m getting excited.

I finished up my work at University Presbyterian Church in Chapel Hill this week as the Campus Ministry and Adult Education Fellow. I had the opportunity to preach, lead worship, and teach two classes– one on Racial Reconciliation and the Church and the other on Forgiveness. What a joy it is to walk alongside individuals who are discerning their calls.

And now, I’m raising support for my work in the Fall with InterVarsity Christian Fellowship. The Lord has continued to surprise me and I’m really grateful for the opportunity to invite others into what God is already doing on campus. If you would like to check out my most recent e-newsletter, subscribe and keep up with all the details, click on the thumbnail or visit this link.

Like I said, I’m excited with what the future holds. I’m currently at 40% of my budget raised, and I’m hoping to be funded by the end of July so I can move to Charlottesville in August. If you would like to join the work of the Lord on campus and invest in my ministry with students, please visit this link: https://donate.intervarsity.org/support/Charlene_Brown.

Thanks for your support, I’ would love your prayers as I seek to transition from Durham to Charlottesville– specifically for housing, a church home, and good people.

Paz,
LCC

“Go… back”

Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?”
And I said, “Here am I. Send me!”  -Isaiah 6:8

“Go,”  is word I heard that led me to Durham, NC.  I knew 4 years ago that the Lord was calling me to Durham and Duke Divinity School– to plant my roots and make myself at home.  I even visited the Divinity School four times to make sure the tears and final plea by former Dean of Admissions Cheryl Brown were real.  After the fourth visit, I was convinced.  I ended up sending my deposit to Duke Divinity.

For the past 4 years, I’ve called Durham home.  I stumbled into St. John’s, a small Presbyterian church and heard the Lord say “stay.”  I’ve held fast to those words ever since.  I’ve been nurtured in ministry by colleagues and peers in this church, seen the Lord do some awesome things, and even grieved the death of this church because God was calling us, together as a congregation, to radically bear witness to life even in death.

This past year has been good but difficult.  I’ve been trying to really discern what the Lord could be calling me to, and to submit to that call faithfully.  Yet, I would have never imagined leaving this place I call home anytime soon.

Just last Sunday, we launched Durham Presbyterian Church– a new multi-generational worshipping community seeking to reflect the diversity of our city, live in solidarity with vulnerable people, and serve college students and our neighbors.  What a joy to see God do a new thing!  I am grateful for all the ways that I have been molded as a Christian and all the people and hands that have loved and shaped me.

Now, I’m hearing the Lord say “Go.”  And not just “go” but “go back.”  Last Thursday, I was offered a position with InterVarsity Christian Fellowship to return to the University of Virginia and serve as the campus pastor for the ministry that shaped me so deeply during my time as a student.  With joy and some sadness but more joy, I have accepted the job.

When I think about my heart, my passion, my call– I know that campus ministry is a big part of all of that.  Lately, more and more people are talking about the death of the church or the churches decline (specifically the mainline).  I would say something radically different is happening on college campuses.  Students are coming to faith and learning what it means live faithfully in a world of chaos while they are students and beyond.  To be able to impact and disciple a students during their four years as a student and help them think about faithfulness during college and beyond is incredible.

Similar to missionaries, Intervarsity staff workers fundraise (salary, benefits, expenses, etc) to do the work the Lord is calling them to.  I have started to look for partners in this journey and am trusting the Lord to bring all of this together so I can be ready to hit the ground running this Fall.  More information on that to come!

Dream Deferred

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore–
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over–
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?