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Sunday, May 11, 2025

Concerning the Silent Grief of Mother’s Day


 Concerning the Silent Grief of Mother’s Day

Today is Mother’s Day, a civic holiday filled with cards, brunch reservations, social media tributes, and church services that often feature a special recognition of mothers. But for many, Mother’s Day isn’t a day of celebration. It’s a day of silent grief.

For those battling infertility, this day is a sharp reminder of what we long for but have not yet received, and are not guaranteed or entitled to receive. And we know we are not alone. Some in church services (or staying home) today carry the pain of barrenness, miscarriage, or the loss of a child. Some have lost their own mothers recently and grieve while others celebrate. Some may feel the sting of a strained or broken relationship with their own mothers. Other women, though they faithfully serve Christ, have never married or had children, and feel invisible in settings where womanhood is synonymous with motherhood.

Mother’s Day is hard because the church, though perhaps well-intentioned, can turn this cultural holiday into something far heavier than it was ever meant to be. Some may skip church entirely on this day as a valid survival mechanism. Not because they don’t love God’s people, but because the church too often makes motherhood the pinnacle of womanhood. Pastors may speak as though every woman will one day be a wife or a mother. Women who are not—whether by calling, circumstance, or loss—are unintentionally sidelined.

Churches need to do much better to not center our corporate worship around man-made, civic holidays like Mother’s Day and Father’s Day (and don’t even get me started on the idolatry of America for patriotic holidays). These are simply not commanded elements of worship. Christ and His gospel are. While it may be appropriate to acknowledge these days in announcements or outside gatherings or fellowship, they should never be the basis of corporate worship.

So how do we proceed?

First, we respond with empathy, recognizing that days like today are not joyful for everyone.

Second, we affirm that a woman’s worth is not found in marriage or motherhood, but in Christ and Christ alone.

Third, we need to enable our churches to celebrate the full spectrum of faithful Christian womanhood across all seasons of life.

To anyone who are grieving today, who feel unseen, or alienated, or less than…you are not forgotten by our Lord. Your worth is not in your marital status, parental status, or family role. It is in Christ alone, who is your life (Colossians 3:4). I pray that our churches will reflect that truth in how we gather, speak, and love one another.

 

Sunday, September 22, 2024

We Have To Go Back!

 

We Have To Go Back!

Today, September 22, 2024, marks the 20th anniversary of the LOST pilot.

It’s been a special year to be a Lost fan – from visiting Oahu and touring filming locations across the island, to meeting a handful of actors from the show at Smoky Mountain Terror and getting a photo op and autographs, to the 20th anniversary of the show and the Getting Lost documentary premiering today (hopefully coming to streaming sooner rather than later)!

The show premiered in 2004, and I probably started watching with my family in 2006 at 8 years old after getting caught up on the first couple of seasons. We’d then watch every season, week after week, until the finale of the sixth and final season in 2010. The finale disappointed a large portion of viewers, and many more walked away with a gross misunderstanding of its ending.

Spoiler alert: NO, they were NOT dead the whole time.  I don’t understand how anyone could listen to Christian explicitly telling Jack “…everything that’s ever happened to you is real. All those people in the church – they’re all real too” and think that the events on the Island didn’t happen. Jack asks if they’re all dead (here in the “flash-sideways”) and Christian replies “Everyone dies sometime, kiddo. Some of them before you, some of them long after you…this is a place you all made together so you could find one another. The most important part of your life was the time that you spent with these people.” It is crystal clear that the events of the show were very real while the castaways were alive after surviving the plane crash, but I digress.

You’ll hear it said often, but they just don’t make television shows like they used to. In the age of eight-episode seasons made instantly available on streaming services with 2+ year waits between seasons, it’s easy to forget the time when a network like ABC would greenlight a brand-new show – especially a risky show like LOST without any widely-known starring actors and a pilot episode that would cost $14 million to produce. This was the most expensive pilot episode ever made at its time, and it is still the fourth most expensive. They had J.J. Abrams, Michael Giacchino, and a dream!

Gone are the days of 20+ episode seasons, with lively and active discussions in online forums theorizing about what everything means and what might happen next. Every episode leaves you on the very edge of your seat – desperate for the next one.

I’ve been watching LOST Circle (https://www.lostcircle815.com/), a fan edit of the show where all the character history, backstory, and flashbacks occur chronologically, with 14 episodes of exposition before we ever see the Island. I’ve timed it so I get to watch the plane crash episode today (September 22nd is also the day the plane crashes in-universe).

LOST is my favorite tv show of all time, and I doubt any show will ever replace it as my clear 1st place. I’m sure I could write a whole dissertation on this show, so I’ll end with this: The main theme of LOST can be summed up by yet another quote from Christian’s closing conversation with Jack – “You needed them and they needed you…to remember and to let go…not leaving, moving on.” The irony is that I can’t let go. Jack put it best – we have to go back!



Monday, August 26, 2024

A Reflection on The Last Eight Years

“Yet not I, but through CHRIST in me”


I got this Facebook memory as I was getting ready for the first day of class in Year 2 of my doctoral program. Eight years ago today, Krystina Lynn Graf, Johnny Graf, Faith Ihrig, and I loaded up mom’s Honda Odyssey to drive to Baltimore, MD for my first semester at Johns Hopkins where I wanted to major in Neuroscience and eventually go to medical school. Faith and I had been dating for only two months and made the decision to make long-distance work. Six months later we would get engaged, and the distance would become even more difficult. My best friends Blake Simpson and Luke Ihrig were back in Tennessee, and I seldom got to see them. Little did we know what the future would hold. I expected to spend four years in Baltimore, but God changes plans and thank him for it!

I struggled greatly at Hopkins. As a high-performing student in high school, particularly one that came from much adversity, with a parent with severe, untreated mental health and substance use disorders who eventually abandoned his family, leaving my sweet mom to do the absolute best she could for us and prepare us for our futures, I felt superior and had a chip on my shoulder. God used my time at Hopkins to humble me and knock me off that high horse. I quickly realized that not only were my peers quite often much smarter, so many of them had achieved much greater accomplishments. It made me question my own place at that school and who I was to deserve to be there.

I felt isolated and alone, missing the comforts of East Tennessee, the love of my life, my family, and best friends. I struggled with anxiety and depression that went untreated. Motivation was hard to come by. I appreciate the friends I had at Hopkins, and probably would have been even worse off mentally and emotionally without the connections I had.

Towards the end of my sophomore year, and I finally found the courage (or was desperate enough) to admit to myself that I was drowning and that my journey at my longtime dream school needed to come to an end. I told Faith, my mother, and my public health major advisor all in the same day and started transfer applications for schools back home – the beginning of the end of a low point in my life. 

Fast forward to the present.

• Six years of marriage to my best friend in the entire world
• Ordination as a deacon
• Two bachelor’s degrees
• Two master’s degrees, with a doctorate underway
• Teaching undergraduate courses for my graduate assistantship
• Faith’s journey from public school to private Christian school to early intervention with the university and back to public school
• Faith presenting her thesis at a conference in Hawaii
• Mission trip to Jamaica
• Two years serving as a youth pastor, my recent ordination as a minister, and administering the ordinance of baptism for the first time
• Two Liberty Celebrations
• Our sweet kitties Stella, Loki, and Amajiki
• Far too many other blessings to count

Not to say that there hasn’t been tribulation as well since then. We’ve faced job loss, financial burdens, chronic health conditions, a global pandemic, the loss of loved ones, LONG grad school nights, and most recently our difficult journey through fertility and trying to expand our family. 

I say all of that to make a point - God’s mercies are new EVERY morning, and he can take you from your lowest of lows to the plans he has ordained for you from before the foundation of the world. Through each trial and tribulation, there was Jesus – Every. Single. Step. Of the way. He could take away every great thing I’ve mentioned, and He’d still be good, still be Holy. It is HIS death and resurrection I rejoice in, and the future hope of our own resurrection unto glory. If you need hope today, you can find it in Jesus Christ. There’s no valley too low for Him.

“I will not boast in anything. No gifts, no power, no wisdom. But I will boast in Jesus Christ – His death and resurrection.” – How Deep the Father’s Love for Us