Intersections

	Over 250 junior high youth, in grades sixth through eighth, participated in the annual Junior High Lock-In held on Friday night into Saturday morning, March 14-15, at Christopher Dock Mennonite High School. The theme of this year’s event was “Be a bucket filler!” taken from Galatians 5:13-15. During
the event, which ran from 9 p.m. to 7 a.m., the youth brought tons of energy for the variety of activities held, a mountain of snacks and drinks for the night and an over-flowing suitcase full of children’s vitamins to donate to the MAMA Project’s ongoing outreach in Honduras.
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Read the articles online:

• A gift plain and simple: Encouraging each other to live out grace– Bruce Eglinton-Woods
• The house is being built– Noel Santiago
• Historic peace churches meet in Indonesia: What is peace in our land?– Aldo Siahaan
• From Zimbabwe to Pennsylvania and back: Extending the blessing– Renee Gehman
• Global shared convictions series: The love of God comes wearing skin– Blaine Detwiler
• About faith, grace, fear and a whole range of emotions: “I thought I was the most unqualified person”– Gary Parmer
• Building relationships: Bridging culture and community– Elaine A. Moyer
• A reflection from the Honduras trip– Marlene Frankenfield
  
• Called to a Mission in Marketing: Encouraging shopping with a conscience– Brenda Oelschlager
• Wanted: Ideas for Ministry– C. Conrad Martin

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Noel Santiago, Executive Minister
nsantiago@mosaicmennonites.org

Grace… Peace… Blessing… Love… Goodness… Relationships… Encouragement… Ministry…

Almost sounds like the list found in Galatians on the fruit of the Spirit, doesn’t it?

God indeed is doing a new thing in our midst. Those who have gone before us have been faithful and their legacy of faithfulness continues to live today.

The prophet Haggai (2:9) once said, “The glory of this present house will be greater than the glory of the former house… And in this place I will grant peace….”

In these pages of Intersections we once again capture the “the glory of this present house” the Lord is building among us. This house is built upon the foundation of Jesus Christ, for truly no other foundation can be laid.

• As grace is experienced through becoming communities of grace, the house is being built.

• As peace is being sought in places of religious pluralism, poverty and injustice, the house is being built.

• As blessing is extended materially, spiritually and emotionally, the house is being built.

• As love shows up in unexpected skin, the house is being built.

• As God’s goodness comes in a way totally unexpected and a ‘yes’ is said, the house is being built.

• As relationships are forged across miles and cultures, the house is being built.

• As encouragement comes to help people through conscientious shopping, the house is being built.

• As ministry ideas are encouraged and offers to assist are made, the house is being built.

The house of God, a place of habitation where the glory of the Lord can shine forth, is being built among us!

In these pages you will get a glimpse of the house of glory being built through the lives, stories, works and words of those who write. The future looks bright, there is much to hope for even in the midst of a broken and dying world.

May you be built up in your inner being – the temple of the Holy Spirit – as you read the story of God’s movement in our midst. Blessings.

Aldo Siahaan, Philadelphia Praise Center
siahaan22@gmail.com

Pastors, leaders and activists from Church of the Brethren, Mennonite, Brethren in ChristQuaker and congregations from around the world came together in December in Solo, Indonesia. Participants came from as far as Australia, Japan, India and the United States. The theme for the conference was “Peace In Our Land: In the Asian Context of Religious Pluralism, Poverty and Injustice.”

On the opening day of the conference, Mesach Krisetya, from the Indonesian Mennonite conference Gereja Kristen Muria Indonesia (GKMI) , challenged participants to sacrifice our comfort and wealth for others who are existing in less fortunate situtations than our own. Basing his theme on Isaiah 2:1-5, he asked us, “What do you bring before God, war-ship or worship?”

One testimony about poverty in India–where the big issue is mass suicide, especially by women, because they don’t know the answer to their financial problems–became a difficult and engaging topic in group discussion. One group asked, “How can we as Christians be a community of love and practice the economics of love in a global economy?”

Not only did we hear from many speakers, we also allowed God to speak to us. We sang and knelt down together in prayer, and tried to hear God’s voice.

After a few days of meetings we went to Surakarta Palace, located in the city of Solo, and had a chance to meet with the siblings of the sultan, or king, of Indonesia. We planted a Sawo Kecik tree seed in the palace garden, symbolizing planting the virtues for gaining peace. The king replaced the trees surrounding the palace with this kind of tree as a symbolic work to share the openness, calling on all religions to plant their virtues and goodness in the earth.

One of the messages from this conference was that of St. Francis of Assisi, who said, “If you desire peace with your lips, make sure it is written first in your heart.”

Do we truly love our enemies? Do we pray for those who persecute us (Matthew 5:43-44)? Sometimes I wonder: what is peace if I know there are so many people killed by gun violence?

What is peace if I know many Christians are being persecuted? What is peace if I know so many of my Indonesian friends in Philadelphia live in fear because of their immigration status? Sometimes I feel helpless.

One day God reminded me of a story from the Gospel about a boy who had five loaves of bread and two fish, who gave everything without asking any questions. He did his part and God did God’s part by multiplying it. What God wants from me is just to give everything that I have to make peace and have peace with others, especially those who need it most. It is like God is saying to me, “Aldo, you do your part, full-hearted and trust me, I’ll do My part.” I thank God for my helplessness.

Blaine Detwiler, Lakeview
detwiler@nep.net

The Second of the Seven Core Convictions that Mennonites Share

Jesus is the Son of God. Through his life and teachings, his cross and resurrection, he showed us how to be faithful disciples, redeemed the world, and offers eternal life.

When I read the account in Luke of the resurrected Jesus walking up alongside Cleopas and company on the road to Emmaus, I detect a “hide and seek” quality. They do not recognize him as they walk but seated over supper Jesus breaks bread at their table, and suddenly they see it is Him. Then poof, Jesus is gone. An almost playful “now you see me now you don’t.”

In a similar way Jesus appears through locked doors and frightens the disciples who think they see a ghost. Jesus says, “Peace be with you.” Then lets them all touch his skin and, to further prove he is not a ghost, he takes a piece of fish and eats it in front of them all. Soon afterward, he is gone out of sight, again.

Following the trail of Jesus through history is complicated. In the first few centuries a vigorous argument broke out. Was Jesus a flesh and blood human? Or, was Jesus a divine sort of phantom, appearing like a human, but really more angelic in nature? The early Jesus debate was fossilized in a phrase the church put in their creed saying Jesus was “truly God and truly man.”

Late one afternoon I heard a fierce rapping on our front door. It was our neighbor Brian. As he stood in our doorway his face, before his words, told me something was wrong. “Pop just died! Can you come?” I said, “I’ll be right over.” Pop was our neighbor next door. His body racked with cancer had finally caved in.

As pastoral experience goes I was terribly green. The mood inside their house was somber as one might expect. I exchanged muffled greetings with the gathering family, shook a few hands, nodded my neighborly assent to each of them. “Would you like to see Pop,” a son-in-law offered. “He’s right in there,” he said pointing toward a bedroom. Pop was difficult to view at that moment. His sunken flesh had been exhausted by the cancer and by life. I stayed but a few moments and escaped back into the family room just as the coroner and hearse came driving in.

As quickly as I came to their house, I left. The family obviously had their work, their decisions to make. With a gurney unfolding in the driveway and with the sound of shuffling papers begging for information, I decided it best to leave. So without prayers, without much of anything pastoral being said and done, I walked back home across our yard.

The next morning Brian was back at my front door. His face was relieved. His mood was relaxed, almost jovial. He thrust his hand in mine and vigorously thanked me once and thanked me again and again for being present in their emergency…that it had been extremely helpful and a comfort to them all.

Now I have inherited a farmer’s view of what good work is and of what constitutes a job well done. To a farmer work is measured in sweat and long hours of toil. The perfectionist voice in my head does not help either. Any perfectionist knows that a job well done means all the details fall neatly and timely into their proper place, perfectly. To me, the five minutes of a short mostly silent visit at Pop’s house did not come close to fitting the reward Brian’s hand-shaking suggested. I did not get it. I was stumped.

Months later this discrepancy was still bugging me enough to ask my former overseer Walter Sawatzky about it. He did not miss a beat. After telling my bumbled story Walter simply smiled and quietly said, “You were Jesus to them.” I still did not get it. He nodded, “They were frightened and shaky and had little faith of their own to go on. You supplied it for them. You were Jesus to them for five minutes. It was enough.” All of which sounded to me a bit like Cleopas’ encounter with Jesus. First you do not see Him, then you do. And somehow lives burn brighter because of Him.

In our latest working of Mennonite beliefs we say that Jesus is the Son of God. I find this statement easy to get along with and really quite heavenly. When he was on the earth Jesus referred to himself as the “son of man” and the results were mixed. Some could see it, many did not.

The big word used to describe what I learned from Walter is incarnation, which roghly means the love of God comes wearing skin. All I can say firsthand is that when the peace of Jesus fills a room, when a person begins to think less of them self and more of another, when the tentacles of hatred begin to loosen and when a broken life is healed I begin to believe. Again.

Franconia Conference Moderator Blaine Detwiler is annotating these Seven Core Convictions in Intersections over the next months.

photo by Timoyer