8 Pentecost - Luke 12:13-21

For those who are new, or visiting, or returning from summer adventures, or reading this

on the website (Hi, Mom!), or who just zoned out in June, our congregation is

raising money for a forward looking campaign named Shepherd of Tomorrow.

It includes a list of projects: roof repair, solar panels, lighting updates, new screens, and

an upgrade to the sound system because everyone here hangs on every word of

every ... children's sermon.

It also includes offerings to Lutheran camps and college campus ministries, our two most

reliable pipelines for identifying and developing future church leaders; our gifts

will help raise up shepherds of tomorrow.

This tithe is critically important, if not to the wider world, then at least to us as a

communion: it is a discipline that reminds us we do not exist for ourselves.

I am proud of Shepherd of the Valley for having this perspective and bearing this witness

in a world addicted to a false gospel of more money and bigger barns.

So I had lunch this week with Pastor Glen Egertson, the director of Lutheran Retreats,

Camps and Conferences, to alert him to our gift and share the spirit behind it.

As we talked, Glen noted that fewer camp staff than ever are going on to become rostered

church leaders.

Many consider it, even feel called to it, but most conclude it is an unsustainable career.

They are smarter than I was, I thought—or less faithful?

Voices from my past came back to me: college professors urging me not to throw my life

away by being a pastor; my beloved condemning me for being too cheap and accepting too little the same week that a church member griped that "we're paying

the pastor too much"; conversation about whether a pastor having a savings account is a sin, or just a sign that either her faith is too small or her paycheck is too large.

As theses voices bounced in my head this week, good news arrived that my seminary is

now giving full tuition support to its students, thanks be to God, but I couldn't

help but wonder where was that when I had to take on mountains of debt and

shame that I'm still struggling to climb.

I resented the good news of tuition support and the option I never felt of saying no.

I felt like a confirmation parent who learns that their child doesn't have to fear

the pastor or memorize the catechism: my child should suffer just like I did!

I wanted to tell Glen's savvy, selfish camp counselors who don't love Jesus enough to get

off my lawn ... but I don't have one.

At which point Jesus slapped me upside the face with this week's gospel.

Take care, Hiortdahl!