These words are taken from the best Christmas song that most people have never heard. In 2000, a college professor of mine (Matthew Armstrong) wrote a Christmas song for wind symphony and choir: “A Rose Shall Spring Forth”. The song is centered around the Magnificat and the peaceful Kingdom prophecy. Too bad it was performed in the days before YouTube, otherwise I'd link to it...
I am reminded of this song as I reflect on the Lifelong Learning Partners event that concluded today in Carefree, AZ. This was the first LLP conference for 23 of the 50 people who attended. Members of the LLP network were encouraged last year to “invite someone half your age” to be present in 2010. It was a joy to be included as one of the “token young people”; mainly because I never felt like a token anything while I was there!
We were an odd group in that about half of us were 55+ years old and the other half were younger than 35 years old. During our intense conversations, I was reminded of the unique challenge that faces many ELCA churches -- the challenge of being intergenerational. A large number of our congregations have four generations of people who come together to do and be church. Because of this fact alone, it is no small miracle that the church continues to exist in its present form.
That said, I’m often critical of people who get in the way of effective ministry. I grow tired when going-through-the-motions gets confused with “sacred practices”. I fear for the imminent death of our church when people get more upset about jeans in worship, which hymnal to use, or the kind of coffee we have than when young families flock to theologically bankrupt congregations just because they don’t feel welcome in our congregation. Fairly or unfairly, I blame the Baby Boomers (and older) for a lot of problems facing our church.
But then one of our presenters showed us these images...
I was reminded that something which appears to be dead - like the line of Jesse, a cactus, a tree stump, or a denomination - is able to give life to something new. I was reminded that grandparents and great-grandparents care deeply about the vitality of our churches and that they want to be part of its renewal...they just might not know how to make it happen. The nutrients are there. The soil continues to be fertile. New life can and does come from things that are almost dead. But how do we do it? What conversations need to take place? What questions need to be asked? How can the "old school" people and institutions that continue to serve as leaders in the church help to foster new growth from what (at times) appears to be nothing more than a dead stump?
Whatever comes of this new thing, "its fragrance will be the essence of God's love".