All posts by Johnna

I am a Christian educator and writer.I have worked in churches, denominational offices, and seminaries. I have a PhD in Theology from Princeton Theological Seminary, with a focus on Practical Theology and educating in faith. In 2010, my book, "How the Other Half Lives: the challenges facing clergy spouses and partners," was published by Pilgrim Press. I believe that words can build doorways that lead to encounters with God through the Spirit.

The Sign of Jonah

Readings: Psalm 90; Isaiah 1:24-31; Luke 11:29-32

When the crowds were increasing, he began to say, “This generation is an evil generation; it asks for a sign, but no sign will be given to it except the sign of Jonah. For just as Jonah became a sign to the people of Nineveh, so the Son of Man will be to this generation. The queen of the South will rise at the judgement with the people of this generation and condemn them, because she came from the ends of the earth to listen to the wisdom of Solomon, and see, something greater than Solomon is here! The people of Nineveh will rise up at the judgment with this generation and condemn it, because they repented at the proclamation of Jonah, and see, something greater than Jonah is here! Luke 11:29-32, NRSV

“As the crowds increased, Jesus said, ‘This is a wicked generation. It asks for a sign, but none will be given it except the sign of Jonah.’” Luke 11:29

As the crowds increased suggests popularity, lots of people glomming on for the magic show, signs and wonders. You want a sign? Jesus says. You want a sign? Ok, I’ll give you one: Jonah.

People who want a sign are generally looking for something hopeful, positive,  something to help them keep hanging on. “Give me some kind of sign, God!” But Jesus uses some pretty strong language to push back against that kind of signal. “This,” he says, “is a wicked generation” of uplifting sign-seekers. What he offers—the only thing he offers—is the sign of Jonah, the one who descended, who rode Moby Dick all the way to the bottom of the sea. It’s an ancient, sea-faring version of the paschal mystery—three days down, down in the belly of the beast, and only then salvation. 

Best not to read this story to your kids around the Jesse Tree. This is an adults-only Advent message. The “coming” we await at Advent is a coming down, a divine “humbling” (Phil. 2:7) that leads to exaltation. Perhaps we should, in addition to the oxen, cattle and sheep, add a nice little whale to our creche scenes this year. 

Offered by David Anderson, God’s beloved child.

Who Am I?

Readings: Psalm 90; 2 Samuel 7:18-29; Revelation 22:12-16

Then King David went in and sat before the Lord, and said, “Who am I, O Lord God, and what is my house, that you have brought me thus far? (2 Samuel 7:18, NRSV)

He wasn’t the obvious choice, and he didn’t kid himself into thinking he had earned or somehow deserved to rule. He was chosen for God’s own purpose for reasons beyond his own grasp. So what else would David pray except for this: Who am I, O Lord God, and what is my house, that you have brought me thus far?

There are other ways to say the same thing: Why do you care so much about me? What makes me different, and what makes you think I’m worthy of this life? Why am I here?

We would do well to ask such questions, particularly during this season of reflection. But God’s answer will not be a list of talents, accomplishments, or potential. A question this profound is usually answered with an equally profound and holy truth:

Because you are my child, my beloved, and a delight to me.

Advent 2024: Hope

Intervention

Readings: Psalm 90; Numbers 17:1-11; 2 Peter 3:1-8

The Lord spoke to Moses, saying: Speak to the Israelites, and get twelve staffs from them, one for each ancestral house, from all the leaders of their ancestral houses. Write each man’s name on his staff, and write Aaron’s name on the staff of Levi. For there shall be one staff for the head of each ancestral house. Place them in the tent of meeting before the covenant, where I meet with you. And the staff of the man whom I choose shall sprout; thus will I put a stop to the complaints of the Israelites that they continually make against you.. (Numbers 17:1-5, NRSV)

Sibling rivalry, perceived favoritism, someone getting away with something – the basics of most of the fights I had with my siblings. Whenever possible, my parents let us resolve it without intervention – a good way to learn how to deal with conflict and get on with life. When it wasn’t possible, they stepped in. The matter was resolved for us and the outcome not up for further discussion.

This story from Numbers is sibling rivalry gone awry – complaints of injustice and favoritism, an unwillingness or inability to resolve the issue, resentment building. Judgement in the form of a sprouting staff put an end to the fighting (at least for the moment), the outcome not up for further discussion.

As individuals and as communities, we can take our fighting to the point where we cannot resolve the issue without intervention. Tempers flare, old resentments and slights are rehashed, and there’s no resolution in sight. This is understandable among children, but tragic when those of us long past our childhood days cannot or will not do the work to resolve the matter in a respectful, thoughtful way.

What better way to show our love for the Prince of Peace than to seek peace in our own time and place, among this human family, in God’s great creation.

Advent 2024: Hope

God Loves Us

Readings: Jeremiah 33:14-16; Psalm 25:1-10; I Thessalonians 3:9-13; Luke 21:25-36

Heaven and Earth will pass away, but my words will not pass away. Luke 21:33

The sun will burn out in about 5 billion years. As with other stars the size of the sun, our star will collapse on itself and die, emitting little to no light. Earth, of course, will die along with it. Though you and I will not be present for the death watch, it seems like an ignominious end to our beautiful blue and green orb we call home.

Our planet, as well as the rest of the universe, has been in continuous flux since the beginning. Data from the Webb telescope (which measures background radiation well beyond our solar system) confirms scientists’ suspicion that the universe exploded into existence billions of years ago. And the universe is expanding at unimaginable speed. Galaxies, including our own Milky Way, are hurtling through space and moving away from each other. The furthest galaxies are moving away from us faster than galaxies closer to us. As a friend once rhetorically asked me, “What is the universe expanding into?” It is indeed an exercise in courage to ponder such imponderables.  As scientific discovery expands our knowledge base, forcing us to rethink the way we relate to the universe and our place in it, we might feel uneasy if not a little insecure.  

Jesus, who himself lived through times admittedly much different from our own but difficult just the same, assured us there is a divine constancy that reaches out to us across time and space.  “God needs man,” said the mystic Meister Eckhart. Evelyn Underhill put it this way: “It is Love calling to love; and the journey, though in one sense a hard pilgrimage, up and out, by the terraced mount and the ten heavens to God, in another is the inevitable rush of the roving comet, caught at last, to the Central Sun.” 

This Advent may the whir of existence not drown out the singular message in Jesus’ words that “will not pass away:”  God loves us. 

Offered by Bryan Fredrickson, God’s beloved child.

Advent 2024: Hope

On the Road (again)

On the Road to Bethlehem by Margaret Hill

It’s time to set out: to put on our shoes, grab a hat and jacket, and make the journey. The road will be dark at times. We won’t arrive in what feels like a timely manner – there’s no point in rushing because picking up the pace won’t make God With Us come any faster. It’s a pilgrimage, not a race.

Our destination isn’t a lovely bed-and-breakfast. We won’t gain social status or admiration for making the trip. The road offers sore and tired feet. When the journey is done, we’ll have to turn around and come back home.

So why do it? Why take the journey at all?

Because we may never understand how very much we are loved if we don’t.

Time to get walking…

Hang It

Everything Is A Gift

You can’t see it, but my son’s gift is there – a map of Massachusetts with all the public libraries of the day inked in their locations. It’s beautifully done, with lovely script and depictions of each building; it’s a testament to architecture and the communal commitment to education and literacy a hundred or so years back. But it’s not framed yet, so all you can see of it is the very top of a cardboard cylinder and its plastic cap.

There’s a perfectly good reason why it’s still in the cylinder: I’ve moved three times in the last two years. I didn’t want it to get lost or broken, or put extra holes in walls I would soon leave. But I’ve settled into the new home and there are plenty of places to hang this thoughtful, beautiful gift. It’s time to take it into the local frame shop and get it on display. If I don’t tend to this soon, there’s a danger that it might never make it out of its container.

That glimpse of a lid and a cardboard tube is a reminder that a gift that remains unopened or unused isn’t really a gift I’ve accepted. It’s a missed opportunity to catch a glimpse of something beautiful, and to remember the person who gave it as an offering of love and generosity. I don’t want to look back on life and find it full of unopened cylinders; I want a life of gifts and their stories on full display. It’s high time I hang it up.

Low Maintenance

Everything Is A Gift

We had only been in the renovated rectory a few weeks when this plant arrived – a welcome to your newly renovated space gift. It’s a Lotty Dotty Pink Hypoestes – cat safe and low maintenance. It matches my pink paper clips and push pins and makes me happy whenever I see it. It’s a thoughtful gift that adds beauty and life to my work space.

Animal friendly, low maintenance, not fussy, and bringing joy: it’s a good description of a human life well lived, too. And this plant as good an image of such a life as any other.

Twice Given

He didn’t paint it for me; my son painted it for my mother-in-law, Carol. From Colin’s earliest days, Carol would sit with him at her breakfast table and watch the birds flying in and out of the back yard. It meant enough to Colin that he asked her for a backyard bird guide when he was seven. Because Carol noticed the beauty of birds, Colin did, too. For Christmas a few years before Carol died, Colin painted this tile for her.

Carol’s Gift

When Carol died, the painting came back – a reminder of love and time spent together appreciating the beauty and grace just outside the window. Such a simple, powerful, life-changing act, this giving. How immeasurably richer life is because of such things.

Celtic Knots

The group wanted to explore Celtic spirituality for Advent in 2019. David Adam’s The Cry of the Deer: Meditations on the Hymn of Saint Patrick provided the words and Debbie Hill instruction in drawing Celtic knots. Debbie is an artist and calligrapher, and adventurous enough to take on teaching a dozen of us how to use pencils, dot paper, and ink to create intricate patterns. The first knot took more than an hour to make – a simple square. By the fourth or fifth try, I could manage a basic knot without needing to look at the directions.

The following weeks brought thoughtful conversation on Saint Patrick’s Breastplate and increasingly more intricate knots – candles frames, and diamonds embedded with crosses. Pulling out the dot paper, pencils, and pens turned into a prayerful act; seeing a pattern emerge from a collection of dots and circles, imperfectly formed but still pleasing, became a way of clearing my mind and opening my spirit to God.

I’m not known for my artistic ability, and I’ve never found drawing satisfying or relaxing. But Debbie’s encouragement and creativity opened up a new way to pray that’s lasted years beyond the original Advent study. I’m still surprised by it, and profoundly grateful.

Everything Is A Gift

It’s You I Like

Tiny Mister Rogers

I met Mister Rogers in 1994 when he came to offer his television ministry experience to the seminary media department. He was in person as he was on television. It took him half an hour to walk across the quad because he would stop and listen to every person who came up to meet him – most telling him how much he meant to them when they were children. Many left in grateful tears, twice blessed because they got to say thank you for the kindness he had given decades earlier.

There was a quiet approachability about Fred Rogers that changed the air around him. He wanted good things for other people, especially the very young and vulnerable, and he spent his life working to bring those good things to fruition. He was that rare and rarely recognized person: a living benediction for all he met.

I remember that every time I see his likeness on my table – a gift from my own child.