The Post-Christmas Glow 

If I asked ten people for their favorite part of the Advent and Christmas season, no doubt I’d receive ten different replies. Likewise, if I asked those same people the same question next year, I might even get a different response from the same person. Therein lies the beauty of the season; the same story is told each year anew. It perpetually feels alive, fresh, and just as exciting as it did last year.  

I wonder what the memorable part of this year, from the mystery of Advent to the glow of Christmas Eve, was for you? Perhaps it was seeing a child experience the magic of the story during Wee Christmas, or maybe it was hearing a retelling of the story at the Christmas Concert or the return of Nine Lessons & Carols. Could it have been in the quiet stillness of the Service of the Longest Night, or whilst eating too many cookies at Carols & Cocoa?  You might have found it during the inspiring sermons and meditations offered, or maybe it was during a regular meeting or group gathering. Was it during Silent Night, bathed in candlelight on Christmas Eve, in a full Sanctuary adorned with the most wonderful garland, wreaths, poinsettias, and trees?  

Steeped in mystery, wonder, and awe, I witnessed profound moments of hope, peace, joy, and love during my first Advent and Christmas season at BMPC. I was fortunate to see the people of this church come together, united in love for this church, its people, and the message to the world outside – proclaiming the news of Christ’s birth. May we, in 2026 and beyond, continue to be so bold and spirit-filled, and, in the midst of the world around us, remain ever faithful to this most Holy story. What moments will be with you next Christmas? I can’t wait to find out.  

A Manger in the Living Room

“and laid him in a manger because there was no place for them in the inn.” ~ Luke 2:7b

The verse above comes from a beloved chapter in Scripture. It is often dramatized in churches during December. Despite that broad familiarity, every Christmas pageant I have seen has included a character and location never mentioned in the text. For no matter how closely you look at Luke’s account, you will not find mention of an innkeeper or a stable.

Both pieces of the story are so ingrained in our telling that we might think they must be mentioned elsewhere in the New Testament. They aren’t. Instead, I suspect those two details are standard in pageants because they make sense. After all, when Luke says that Mary placed Jesus “in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn,” we imagine there must have been someone to turn the family away. Likewise, a stable for the child’s first night seems reasonable, for where else would you have a manger?

I’m not here to definitively refute either tradition, but want to offer another possibility. Namely, that Jesus’ first night was spent in the living room of a relative.

Kenneth Bailey, a professor of Biblical studies who spent years living in the Middle East, reached that conclusion as he focused on the Greek word katalyma, translated here as “inn.” (Bailey, Kenneth E. Jesus Through Middle Eastern Eyes. Downers Grove, IL: IVP Academic, 2008. pp.27-36) That term might cause us to think of a Bed and Breakfast, and there was such a place in first-century Bethlehem. Still, the reason Bailey wondered if that was not where the Holy Family sought shelter was that the only other time Luke speaks of an “inn” is Jesus’ Parable of the Good Samaritan (Luke 10), where the injured man is taken to such a place. In that account, he doesn’t call the place a katalyma but uses another Greek word.

Such a difference raises the possibility that what Luke meant in the Bethlehem events was another understanding of katalyma; namely, a guest room in a private home. The gospel writer speaks of a katalyma one other time. Years later, when Jesus sends his disciples to prepare for their final meal, the group delivers his message to a homeowner of “Where is the guest room”–katalyma– “where I may eat the Passover with my disciples?”(Luke 22:11). That shared choice of a Greek word from that moment and our passage raises the possibility that when Mary and Joseph were looking for a place to spend the night that they went to one of his relatives and found no space in the guest room. So, the child was placed in a manger.

That interpretation would seem unlikely if we picture the manger as being in a stable and thus outside a home. Again, Dr. Bailey points out that for many families of that day, there was often only one main room to the house where everyone slept and ate. Animals were kept in that room at night, though in an area a bit lower than the floor for people. At one end of the level on which people lived was a place cut out in the floor where animals on the lower level could raise their heads to eat. It was a manger, a feeding trough for livestock when in the house.

So when Luke tells us that “she gave birth to her firstborn son…and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the katalyma,” perhaps he was saying the family was not turned away, but given sparse accommodations inside a home. That the child was placed in a manger, but instead of it being in a stable, the trough was in the living room. A possible difference in meaning that allows for humanity in all its diversity to appear again.

In 1987, I was making plans for my first Christmas Eve as a pastor.  In the congregation I served, there was a tradition for worshipers to come forward and receive the Sacrament of the Lord’s Supper. Each person would take a piece of bread from a Ruling Elder and then move to receive a small cup from me that was held in a tray. Most Presbyterian churches don’t use wine for communion, but grape juice. The tradition in my first pastorate was to use that alternative, too, but on my first Christmas Eve since ordination, I wanted to try something different.

The Book of Order, our procedural document in the PC(USA), at the time said, “Whenever wine is used in the Lord’s Supper, unfermented grape juice should always be clearly identified and served also as an alternative for those who prefer it.” I followed those instructions closely. Since the trays had several rings of cups, I filled only the outermost one with wine. All the rest held juice. The bulletin explained the setup. I told the congregation audibly how it would work, too. I’d taken all the precautions I could think of, yet things quickly deteriorated even so.

Since I was the only one serving the cup to worshipers, I got a close glimpse of what unfolded. It included wives frowning as their husbands took the wine, fathers who shook their heads as their teenage sons reached for the outer ring, and young children whose hands were gently slapped if they made a similar choice. When you add the strong smell of fermentation that filled the sanctuary, I knew before the benediction I would never offer wine again during Communion!

Such reminders of humanity are fitting. For whether there was an innkeeper in Bethlehem is not the critical piece. Whether the child spent his first night in a stable or the living room of extended family is not essential either. Nor is the choice of using wine or grape juice in the Lord’s Supper of ultimate importance, as I learned the hard way years ago.

Rather, the key fact about Christmas is how God took the extraordinary step of coming to earth in human form so that creation might be reconciled to their Maker. Or as the gospel writer John reminded so poetically, “And the Word became flesh and lived among us, and we have seen his glory, the glory as of a father’s only son, full of grace and truth.”

Merry Christmas!

Beginning the Conversation

In the introductory brochure prepared by the Interim Pastor Search Committee and our talented communications team, you learned a few things about my journey. It spoke of the nine amazing people who bless my life outside of church and the educational and vocational path that preceded my time at BMPC. While there is certainly more than can be said about each of those details I’d like to spend my time in this first article further introducing myself to you. I do so, counting on the fact that in the coming months, you will do the same with me.

I am the middle of five children who grew up in North Carolina and Georgia. Lori is the youngest of five from a household that was based in western New York. We were the last in our families to get married which means that our siblings along with their children and grandchildren live in all parts of our country. I have been blessed to officiate at more than 30 family weddings, baptisms or funerals during my career. Each of those moments was a profound honor.

As a lover of history, I have been a lifelong admirer of Abraham Lincoln and since moving to Pennsylvania have attended an event in Gettysburg called The Lincoln Forum fifteen times. I have always appreciated the gift of travel and during my lifetime have visited 48 states and 30 countries. We will add two more of the latter next year. Other than Alabama football, there is no particular college team that I follow closely, yet on the professional front, I share with many of you the agony and joy of being a fan of the Eagles. The Phillies hold second place in my baseball loyalties as I lived in suburban Atlanta as a boy and attended the first game of the Braves. You will have no trouble picking out my car in the church parking lot!

I used to be a regular runner, including my participation in a Charlotte marathon and the Broad Street Run in Philadelphia. A broken hip four years ago marked an end to such activity as my orthopedic surgeon said “You could keep running, but I wouldn’t recommend it.” For exercise now, I go to our local YMCA three to four times each week with long walks on the days in between. I’m looking forward to exploring new routes on outings from the manse.

In our two years since retirement, we have traveled extensively and doted regularly on our four grandchildren. Two weeks ago, I sang at the Festival of Carols concerts offered by the Montgomery County Chorale and Orchestra. While preparing me for the beautiful music found at BMPC it also gave me new appreciation for the commitment of our choir members and other musicians. In May, I completed training as a voice actor and have narrated two books available on Amazon. At the start of last year, I began a weekly online devotional blog called Ordinary Grace and in June added a podcast version. Both seek to reflect on the everyday moments in life where God is at work. Thus, the 27 months since ending full-time ministry have been a gift.

At my retirement in August of 2023, I had no plan to serve as an Interim Pastor anywhere. Yet through a series of events with God’s fingerprints all over them, I began a conversation with your search committee that has now resulted in the honor of joining you in a time of transition. I am thrilled and humbled to serve in this capacity and look forward to hearing your stories, too, as together we prepare for your next installed pastor.

The Power of Music

As an introvert, I have always loved this time of year. I love autumn, with its bold, then fading colors and increasingly chilly evenings. I love the unique shades of blue the sky takes on in autumn. I love the warmth of community at Thanksgiving. And with each day growing shorter and the darkness longer, this introvert is even more inspired to find creativity and renewal in the solitude and personal reflection that come with these long nights and darkened days.

I love how music reflects the seasons. The music of harvest. The music of Thanksgiving. The music of Advent. Advent has a sound unlike any other season, filled as it is with minor-key music (“O Come, O Come Emmanuel”) and its language, filled with longing, hope, expectation, and wonder. For an introvert, all this inward-looking and longing feels like a deep balm. With the arrival of Christ comes our endless cries of Gloria in excelsis. The world explodes in joy, and all seems well.

In this holiest and most beloved of seasons, it is music that signals the arrival of something different and something profoundly holy. It includes music that fills us with joy and hope. It includes music that salves the brokenhearted and the ill with messages of goodwill, empathy, and love.

In the coming days, you will experience the full scope of this season. Its darkening days and minor keys. Its balm. Its joy. December 14th’s concert, “Prologue to Epilogue,” will trace the entire story of the season with anthems and carols. Singers, brass, organ, bells, and your voices will combine to remind us of our unique Christian heritage and our ever-hopeful nature. The “Longest Night Service” on Wednesday, December 17, will provide balm and solace in the magnificence of our candlelit church, familiar music, soaring solos, and prophetic preaching.

On December 24, the darkness of Advent turns to abundant joy with three incredible Christmas Eve services. The 4:30 p.m. Family Service (the largest service attended of the year) is an explosion of youthful energy and excitement as a cast of 100 children tell and sing the story. With the Bryn Mawr Brass, our staff of organists, our wonderful Choristers, and your voices, the walls of the church will soar with joy. At 8:30 p.m., we will gather around the table to hear the Christmas story said, sung, and preached, and celebrate the birth of our Savior. At 11:00 p.m., the much-beloved choir-led Christmas Lessons and Carols will return. Led by our renowned Sanctuary Choir and a cast of lay readers, the glorious story will be retold through scripture and song. From Adam to Mary to the Shepherds and the Wise Men, no characters will be excluded!

Where Advent music whispers promise, Christmas music proclaims fulfillment. Singing together, be it “Silent Night” or “Joy to the World,” or listening to the choir soar in its harmony, is a communal act that transforms us, individuals, into one people — one breath, one voice, one hope. Such is the power of music. Such is the power of community. Such is the power of this church. Such is the power of Christ.

Does it Ever Get Old?

It is a little surreal to sit in the Education Building and count angel wings. Going through the stack (yes, we have a stack of angel wings!), we were testing to see if they’re still in good repair, checking to see if we need to make a few more, and generally fluffing the feathers. Sitting in a box, they look a little silly, but in just a few weeks’ time, they will be transformed. As a pastor who has the privilege of working with children, my December is filled with the Christmas story. Every Sunday and most weekdays, the story is rehashed in incredible detail: Magi gifts are dusted off, Advent candles are lit, nativities of every size and shape are taken apart and put back together, and the stack of Christmas storybooks just seems to grow! A friend asked me if it ever gets boring, if the story ever grows old.

I had to think for a moment about the question. Does it get boring? Is the story growing stale? It didn’t take me long to answer. The story can’t grow old, because each year I have the privilege of seeing it through new eyes and hearing it told in new voices. Practicing in the Sanctuary with our scripture readers, I hear a new cadence or a new emphasis on words that I have memorized, and the scripture is alive again. Sitting with students, new questions are posed, and I have to look at the story in a new way. Watching our angels as they turn and shake their wings, I see the heavenly host descending again, bringing good news to all people.

I hope each of you finds opportunities to see, hear, and experience the story of God’s love poured out in Jesus Christ. It might be at the Live Nativity this Sunday as Mary and Joseph maneuver through the sheep and goats. It might be in the fellowship of singing together at Carols and Cocoa, it could be in the gift of joy at the Youth Reindeer Games, in the beauty of the choir singing at the Christmas Concert, or in the quiet of the Longest Night Service. It may also be found in a simple prayer, the lights shining through the night, or returning to that old story again and listening for God’s new word today.

A Prayer for Thanksgiving

Dear God, source of all things, seen and unseen, your people are gathering to celebrate and give thanks.

Some of us are gathering with family, and so we give thanks for parents, grandparents, children, grandchildren, aunts, uncles, siblings, and cousins. We give you thanks for our familial bonds, and for the way we learn to see and love ourselves in the love we find among family. Comfort those among us for whom time with family is painful. Heal the wounds of estrangement and empower processes of reconciliation through forgiveness and repentance.

Some of us are gathering with friends, and so we give thanks for the family we choose. We give you thanks for those bonds in which we are free to be ourselves and to keep only the best parts of the traditions. Strengthen the bonds of community among friends.

Some of us are not gathering with anyone. We give you thanks that you are found chiefly among the widow and widower, the friendless, the outcast, and the lonely. Empower us to enfold all your people. Enrich our communities through the reintegration of those who have been cast out.

Some of us are gathering but find little to celebrate. We are mindful of the complicated origins of this holiday – empower us in our convictions to find reasons for gratitude. We are mindful of those who celebrate without loved ones who have died or who have been disappeared – empower us in our grief and heartbrokenness to heal your world. We are mindful of retail, service, travel, and hospitality workers working on the holiday – empower us in our solidarity to be kind… and to leave big tips!

We ask you, the one who became incarnate in the midst of all these things, to give us a spirit of gratitude and thanksgiving. Amen.

Advent Giving to Mission

My Christmas shopping list is getting shorter every year. Years ago, when we lived in the Midwest, I would take day trips to Chicago to shop on the Magnificent Mile, looking for the perfect gift that would catch my eye and make me think of a particular loved one or another. I would spend an afternoon inside Marshall Fields looking for the one thing that would express my appreciation to my parents or roommates. Even as a child, I have fond memories of heading out in December with my mother to consider how I would spend my hard-earned babysitting money on a gift for my brother or my best friend.

Most of my shopping happens online anymore, and our family has decided that being together for the holidays is more important than buying one thing or another that, at the end of the day, none of us really need. Though we look back on Christmases past and mountains of presents stacked under the tree with a sense of nostalgia, we repeat again and again how little we really need these days and how we want to do Christmas well without all the presents.

So, this means purchasing alternative gifts for one another as a way to give without adding to the clutter.

The thing that I appreciate so much about the opportunity to give my alternative gifts through the Advent Giving to Mission at BMPC is that these gifts represent more than just a charitable act – they represent relationships.

That is what I valued in those past years of shopping – because they represented time I took to express my appreciation for the relationship between me and my intended recipient. That is what I don’t want to lose.

Every single partner and gift included in the BMPC AGM catalog represents a relationship: volunteer relationships, giving relationships, Presbytery relationships, co-working relationships, caring relationships, teaching relationships, mentoring relationships, and even advocacy relationships.

These are the organizations that our congregation has chosen to partner with every other day of the year in mission and ministry. Through the AGM, you are invited to help us celebrate and support those relationships during the holiday season.

This is our chance, through acts of giving, to both recognize and value our personal relationships through gifts that support the important mission relationships we value in our church family.

I hope that you will join us this Sunday, November 23, in Congregational Hall following our 10:00 a.m. worship service, where you will have a chance not just to purchase gifts through AGM, but also to meet the people whose relationships we value as a congregation. Spend time in the market talking to committee and council members about their work and relationships, and then invest in those relationships to celebrate the season. And as always, you can shop AGM online today and pick up your insert cards at church this week.

A Season of Gratitude

Many, many thanks to you, BMPC, for all the ways that you have so warmly welcomed me into the life and ministry of this congregation. Since arriving on October 5, it has been an absolute delight to meet so many of you at worship on Sunday mornings as well as other spaces in the life of the church. I am grateful for every interaction and connection made so far. Thank you.

In addition to the joy of getting to know you, I feel I have stepped into life at BMPC at a very rich time. Even though we are in the midst of some transition (which always means the Holy Spirit is breathing new life among us), the church is in a strong position in many ways. And while we do not yet know what the future holds, we trust in God to see us through.

As we are reminded in Isaiah 41 and 43
​​”Do not fear, for I am with you, do not be afraid, for I am your God;
I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my victorious right hand…

See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?”

Personally, I feel excited and energized about this new chapter of ministry, not only for myself, as your new Associate Pastor for Congregational Care, but for what God through the Holy Spirit will yet do in our midst as all of us work together toward God’s promised new day. In this season of gratitude for which we have so much to be thankful, I give thanks that God saw fit to call me here, in this time and place, to live and serve among you. Thanks be to God.

Theologian in Residence

Our annual Theologian in Residence program, created in honor of David and Ruth Watermulder, is always a highlight of BMPC’s Adult Education programs. Over the past ten years, we have welcomed a wide range of remarkable scholars, and when one looks at the full list of every scholar who has been a part of this endowed lecture series since its inception, it is packed with some of the most influential thinkers, writers, and preachers of this generation. But, I think I can say with confidence and joy that our upcoming weekend with the Rev. Dr. Anna Carter Florence, Professor of Preaching at Columbia Theological Seminary, is going to be the most fun.

Anna brings a quality of imagination and creativity to her teaching and preaching that is both deeply faithful to the spirit of the Bible, while also breaking open new and innovative ways for us to step into and experience the story of scripture.

In her book Rehearsing Scripture: Discovering God’s Word in Community, she describes the wildness of reading the Bible together:

The biblical text is a wild thing, and it takes us to where the wild things are. When we read scripture and community, we have no idea what will happen or where it will take us, except that wherever it is won’t look like anything we know – it is the wild and free vision of God’s reign, breaking its way in. It is the mother of all waves, carrying us over the known horizon. Maurice Sendak may not have realized he was writing the perfect description of our biblical interpretive task when he wrote his classic children’s book, Where the Wild Things Are, but he was. Maybe, every time we open our Bibles, we should open our mouths too with a collective roar: “Let the wild rumpus start!”

I hope that you will join us for what might not be a wild weekend of exploring scripture together in community, but what will surely be a weekend of thoughtful and creative interpretations of scripture, joy found in community with one another, and surely a hopeful message of the ways that God’s word still speaks to us today.

Here is the full schedule for the weekend – we hope you see you there!

LIGHT BRUNCH
Saturday, November 8, 9:30 a.m.
Congregational Hall, Ministries Center

LECTURE ONE: ANOTHER LOOK AT SOME (NOTORIOUS) WOMEN:
VASHTI, TAMAR, AND LOT’S WIFE
Saturday, November 8, 10:00 a.m.
Congregational Hall, Ministries Center

PREACHING
Sunday, November 9, 8:00 a.m. and 10:00 a.m.
Chapel and Sanctuary

LECTURE TWO: ANOTHER LOOK AT JESUS:GROWING UP, TELLING STORIES, AND WALKING ON WATER
Sunday, November 9, 11:15 a.m.
Congregational Hall, Ministries Center

 

 

 

Honoring the Saints

What is your ideal image of Heaven? A place of beauty, grandeur, or calm? A space free of suffering, pain, strife, and division? An opportunity to see those we love who have entered the Church Triumphant before us? Can we even imagine what a glimpse of Heaven looks like here on Earth? Not knowing can be incredibly challenging, but equally beautiful. 

Though we might all imagine the place and space differently, I am convinced we all embrace the opportunity to see those we have loved and lost. Whether seven days, weeks, months, years, or decades have passed, those who have gone before us occupy a very special place in our hearts and minds. 

This Sunday, we remember and honor all those who have left this mortal plane, reading aloud the necrology of those members of BMPC who have passed away since the last All Saints’ Sunday. A number of profound anthems will be offered by the Sanctuary Choir, helping to frame this special service. Music has the transformative power to take us to another place – another reality. How? I’m honestly not quite sure. Whether it’s a particular marriage of text and music, or a piece you’re hearing for the first time, or even perhaps the 100th time, there’s a timeless quality to being in this space, hearing voices soaring from above the pews. Perhaps the somewhat intangible nature of music adds to its transformative quality. Where are we transported to? Who do we see when we close our eyes?  

 In a war-torn and grief-filled world, hearing beautiful choral music and reading aloud the names of those who have dearly departed, maybe, amid a world in strife, we’re witnessing a glimpse and a snapshot of Heaven.