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Ash Wed 2019

Ash Wed 2019

The Church gives us Lent as a time to change, to become a better version of ourselves, and to become more like Jesus. This season is an invitation to a Spiritual Practice.

Ugh..transitions & anxiety

Ugh..transitions & anxiety

Have you ever noticed that the advice you give your best friend, the words you say as a parent or the sermons you preach to a congregation are often words that you need to hear yourself? 



A newspaper reporter, journalist interviewed me yesterday.  As it turns out, he already new everything about me.

As a progressive Christian and minister, why I force my children (particularly my teenagers) to go to church on Sunday, sans phones.

This 2017-2018 school year has been hard.  

In 2008, we began the journey of putting our three children through thirteen years of school.

We are not done.  Our first born, began at a small private Montessori school in Davenport, IA.

Then, in 2009 we moved to Colorado Springs to the funky westside of town and enrolled kid #1

and kid #2 in the public Montessori School. Our youngest was only two years old at the time.

We were thrilled. Our children would be educated with cultural-creatives and other families

that did not buy cable and purchased reusable sandwich bags for their lunches. We were that

type of family. We also wanted our children to be educated with families that wanted their

children to learn how to be innovative and self-starters. This would build strong self-esteems

and an inner core that would last them a lifetime. The Montessori model seemed to offer all of

that with the absence of paper worksheets and rote memorization.  

We also went to church on Sundays, where our children heard that God’s love was so big. They

should have had no doubt in their minds that they were loved, not only by God but by huge

communities of open and affirming people. As young children it was fun for them to go to

church. They would  sit on the chancel steps, hear a story, be blessed and then run around

large open spaces where most of the church members were grateful to have their bodies

and spirits present.

I worked in all of the churches my children attended. During their growing up years, I was

passionate about Faith Formation for young people.  I crafted at home rituals for families.

Rituals that invited families to gather around a table with a candle, a bible scripture and an

opportunity for everyone to share something of themselves.  Often the activity that would

coincide with the ritual would be a prayer in the form of words or images. The rituals invited

families to talk about God, faith, joys and sorrows. Our family engaged in all of them. We

practiced these sacred times together.  Every high holy day and season included the liturgical

cloth and a candle. Home is where young people know and learn about God the most. This is

what I had been taught in college where I was a Christian Education major and in seminary.

This is what I was committed to teaching others.

I recall so distinctly when my kids were in elementary school that the parents of teens in

my church would complain to me about church. I had been working in the church for 10

plus years by that time. Parents of teens, “Our kids are too old to force them to come to church

on Sunday morning.  They are too tired from high school. It’s too much of a commitment.

They need to decide for themselves. They think it is boring. We can’t get our teenagers to

church.” I could not argue with these more experienced parents. I still had very controllable

little ones. At the time, I had no idea what it was like to have teenagers.  

It became clear that our progressive theology in no way guilts teens (or anyone) to go to church.

There is no incentive. These kids knew that they were neither going to hell or heaven - because

they were already living both. They also knew that there is a ton of grace and that they are loved,

despite their attendance in church.  Why go to church if I am already forgiven? If there is grace

for my mistakes? If God loves me no matter what? This is what I had taught them, of course.

This is what the church taught them. And, it was true within my theological tradition.  

As my children got older, I became involved with the youth retreats in outdoor ministry.  

I worked with teams of other colleagues to craft whole retreats for teenagers to engage faith in

a creative and outside-the-box way. In the woods, surrounded by rustic cabins and majestic

mountains, God was everywhere and I was so thankful my teenagers were experiencing it.  

And, just so my kids knew how to connect their faith to justice/peace issues, we began to attend

rallies.  We made signs, so many signs, of love and peace. We made them out of broken up boxes

in our garage with thick black markers and headed to downtown Colorado Springs, a city that is

mostly conservative.  It was important for my children to stand with the hundreds of minority

groups raising their signs and shouting things like: Black Lives Matter, #metoo, refugees

welcome, love wins.

My children’s faith foundation should have been strong and unwavering.  They knew we were

doing these things because Jesus taught us to do these things and we were followers of Jesus.

Our faith called us to gather in safe communities. Our faith called us to do at-home rituals

around our kitchen table. Our faith called us to peace rallies. Our faith called us to inclusive,

heartfelt camps in the Aspens and the pines out in the woods. They were set, or so I thought.

Do you know what is stronger than our Christian faith, though? Stronger than Jesus’ story?

Stronger than our core family? Stronger than the church? Stronger than the years of prayers

during all the high holy days?  What is all powerful? What trumps all faith, all love, all

community? The smartphone.

I can’t remember a time in my life when there has been a cultural idol stronger than the

smartphone. We might as well paint it gold, make a statue and mount it in our central parks all

over the world.  We might as well call it the golden calf of the twenty-first century. Or better yet

set up rituals that require tribes and rituals that are so strong (like daily snapchat streaks or

one-line twitter statements) that maybe, just maybe, there will be a Jesus that comes into that

temple and turns over all the tables and breaks this golden calf we call the smartphone.  Maybe

then, after all the crying, pain, hospitalization, anti-anxiety medications and suicides, a new

movement will be birthed. Then, the one that caused the turning over of the tables will be a

martyr. Will be hung to die. Then there will be resurrection, a new day without that smartphone.

A culture where we all hang out together, face to face and say the things that are real, say the

things that are in the moment, say the things that actually matter.  Our teenagers will be saved.

This has been a hard year.  Kid #1 entered high school. Kid #2 in eighth grade and kid #3 in fifth.

We purchased our teenagers smartphones.  We gave them access to data and the world-wide

web. We gave them access to texting and social media. Our kids are extroverted. We even live

in an intentional neighborhood community- more like a community than a neighborhood- where

our door is revolving with children and teens. It seems idyllic and counter cultural. My kids had

access to real people, in real time, next door to them--two blocks over. They were not isolated in

their rooms.  Our kids love their friend groups. But, what they could see on their smartphones

was more enticing. What they could see meant they might be left out. Left out of whatever image

was not all the way true. Was not all the way real. Except it seemed real to them.

What we did not know about the smartphone was the impact of how easy all of it is.  How easy

it is to say the things you want to say, no matter the impact. How easy it is to portray a life that

may or may not be real.  How easy it is to share only parts of your world but not the whole thing.

How easy it is to feel so good about yourself- with only one selfie. We did not know they were

addictive, like drugs and alcohol and shopping.   We did not know any of this. And, we thought,

our kids have a strong foundation, an unwavering core, a family and communities that are

binded with love. The smartphone was stronger though.

One day in the middle of November we got a call that kid #2 had posted suicidal ideation on

Instagram.  We rushed to the school, where Nicholas sat in shock. Where we sat in shock.

We knew he was not happy with his time at this particular school. We did not know the whole

impact. He was lonely.  He spent hours on his phone, trying to connect with a cyber community.

One girlfriend break up, lead to one post, that lead to a million inappropriate comments, that

lead to a sense of failure that lead to online conversations that are not productive because

nobody is in the same room. This all spread like wildfire, without a moment to process.   

Marijuana was tested. Depression deepened. It was a disaster. He switched schools a month

later. The thing about pain, though, is that it follows you unless you really get to the root of the

issue. He started therapy and we put restrictions on that smartphone.

One night in the middle of April, kid #1 came to my room with streams of tears and razor

scratches on her wrist.  I want to die. I have been in the tub for the past hour. I can’t handle

this mom, I can’t handle this. I jump out of bed.  She explains that a friend had been bullying

her to stay away from some boy. She did not follow suit as any fifteen year old would not.  

Within days the girl texts and says: “I am not comfortable with you sitting with our friend group.

Please do not come near us.” What was she going to do? How was she going to survive the social

humiliation at school the next day? There had already been underlying messages in the past few

days that she was not accepted or wanted. Nothing verbal of course, why talk about it, when you

have a smartphone, it’s so much safer to be brutally honest- or not honest, just brutal.  

She spent the weekend in a behavioral health facility. She too, is in therapy and has restrictions

on her smartphone. Because with any addiction, taking it away cold turkey would mean death.

In this case, social death. The golden cafe prevails.

In March I started a new call at a small but mighty, open and affirming church in the Black

Forest of Colorado Springs.  We call it the “heart of the forest” and it truly is. The members of

the church say it’s like “coming home.” This is first time I am in a solo pastor role. It’s not the

best stage of life to begin a solo pastorate, but God often calls at inopportune times.

I bring my broken kids to church on Sunday mornings because this is what we do. The church

is small, so programs are not robust or heavily resourced.  It’s not flashy. Ordinary liturgy and

music, ordinary fellowship. There is a small, ordinary Sunday School and a not so flashy building

with a basketball hoop surrounded by sweet smelling ponderosa pines. What’s not ordinary is

the amazing  embrace of the people. What’s not ordinary is that they speak to my teenagers,

engage them in conversation, smile at them and laugh with them. And, accept them in the pew

every single Sunday.  There are some Sundays that my children are not well manicured, don’t

have the best etiquette or even acknowledge another human being. They have ratty hair, torn

jeans and bags under their eyes.  Some days we say, “let's just keep them home, it’s easier to keep

them home. My job will be simple and easy if we do.”

But, one day at the end of May, school was almost over (thank goodness). The children thought

maybe they could end church too.  I said: “Nope, you are going to church. You will leave your

phones at home and you will sit in worship. We will take friends with us and they will leave their

phones at home too. You will be in direct contact with a community that loves you and will take

care of you and accepts you no matter what.  Nope, you are not staying home, get dressed.”

And, just like the parents in my early years of church work would say about their kids, my

teenagers say: it’s boring, I’m too tired, I have homework to do, I don’t have time. Like those

parents in my early years, it was tempting to not relinquish to their pleas.  I didn’t, and I loaded

my three kids and three other kids into a minivan without smartphones and we headed to church.

We were not going to worship that idol on this Sunday morning.

This is why, I force my children (especially my teenagers) as a progressive Christian, to go to

church, sans phones:

1. They need to continue to hear God’s word. We cannot stop, despite the underdeveloped frontal

lobe and their particular and unique faith-development stage of “questioning,” they need to hear

God’s word, Jesus’ life story and feel the movement of the Holy Spirit without

the distractions of idols.

2. They need to experience God’s love through other people, in real-life.

3.They need to do this without the a golden calf, without the smartphone.

4.They need to sit in a pew with their close friends and make jokes, laugh out-loud at the

traditional hymns and play hangman. One day they will appreciate it.

5.They need to know that there are adults outside of their family that care. Because, this is true

hospitality, not an invitation via their phone to a party.  

6. They need a place that is safe to experience non-entertainment; to just be. It does not have to be


7. They need a place that is ordinary, not flashy and not full of consumerism.

8. They need a people that have shared values around direct communication and community.  

9. They need direct contact with other humans that are vulnerable and open and also living in the

age of the golden calf and want a break too.  They need to hear prayers of laments and joys from

all the people of the church.

10. They need to know that going to church is not to merely to know that God loves them and

thatthere is grace but that there will be continued love, overflowing love despite what life offers


What other place in our culture can provide a space like this?

A space where you enter the sanctuary and it is like a cave of hope, decorated with simple

wood carvings and beautiful stained glass windows.  A place where people just come to sit, pray,

listen and sing. A place where you light candles because you want to be reminded of God’s

presence. A place where you offer your gifts of music and dance and writing and art.  

A place where all are invited no matter who you are or where you are on life’s journey.

Bring your teenagers to church, because life is hard and lonely.

The incentive in progressive Christianity is deepened, real-life, safe community.  

This is what church is for. This is how progressive Christians can save.

Norah & Nicholas

Norah & Nicholas