The Many Faces of Love

The Many Faces of Love

Lory Beth Huffman

Senior Pastor

Happy Valentine’s Day! I realize for some this is a day of great joy. For others it brings sadness and heartbreak. And for others, it’s just another day. For those of us who have been married 20+ years it is far too tempting to fall into that last category. I’m thankful for my husband and the way that I can look at him across a room of people and my insides feel like they are smiling. When he kisses me on the forehead, it reminds me of our second date when he kissed me goodbye in that same way and I was smitten.

But today I want to reflect on all of the many faces of love that we can see in the relationships around us. I watched this interesting show on Amazon Prime called Modern Love that is based on the New York Times popular newspaper column by the same name. It consists of an anthology of episodes based on a variety of expressions of love in all of its complicated and confusing possibilities. For instance the first episode is about the special relationship between the big city doormen and the young single woman far from family that live in their buildings. Often these older doormen take special care of the young ladies, serving as father figures. A sweet love and care for others that has nothing to do with sexual attraction.

One episode explores the challenge of dealing with being bi-polar and trying to date. You never know who is going to show up at the door and the challenge of finding someone that can care for and love someone in that difficult place. A friendship with a co-worker ends up being the love that is needed to seek the stabilizing help for this person. By the way, these episodes are based on columns which are all based on actual people’s stories.

There is the challenge of understanding love in a marriage under stress where two people have drifted apart. An there’s the love that happens in the senior years between Septa and Octogenarians. You get the point. Some of the expressions of love the columnist wrote about are uncomfortable and complicated like the episode about the young woman who sees the older man in her work place as a father figure that she never had in her own life. While the English language only has one word for love, there are 8 words for love in the Greek language. Modern Love reminded me of these various expressions.

Eros (romantic, passionate love)

The first kind of love is Eros, named after the Greek God of fertility. Eros is passion, lust and pleasure. The ancient Greeks considered Eros to be dangerous and frightening as it involves a “loss of control” through the primal impulse to procreate. Eros is an intense form of love that arouses romantic and sexual feelings.

Philia (affectionate love)

The second type of love is Philia, or friendship. Plato felt that physical attraction was not a necessary part of love, hence the use of the word platonic to mean, “without physical attraction.”

Agape (selfless, universal love)

The third is Agape, selfless universal love, such as the love for strangers, nature, or God. This love is unconditional, bigger than ourselves, a boundless compassion and an infinite empathy that you extended to everyone, whether they are family members or distant strangers.

Storge (familiar love)

Storge is a natural form of affection experienced between family members. This protective, kinship-based love is common between parents and their children, and children for their parents. Storge can also describe a sense of patriotism toward a country or allegiance to the same team.

Mania (obsessive love)

When love turns to obsession, it becomes mania. Stalking behaviors, co-dependency, extreme jealousy, and violence are all symptoms of Mania.

Ludus (playful love)

The Ancient Greeks thought of ludus as a playful form of love. It describes the situation of having a crush and acting on it, or the affection between young lovers.

Pragma (enduring love)

Pragma is a love built on commitment, understanding and long-term best interests. It is a love that has aged, matured and about making compromises to help the relationship work over time, also showing patience and tolerance.

Philautia (self love)

The Greeks understood that in order to care for others, we must first learn to care for ourselves. As Aristotle said, “All friendly feelings for others are an extension of a man’s feelings for himself.”
-Greek City Times

I guess today on Valentine’s Day I am struck by how often we talk about loving others in the life of the Christian Church and how on Valentine’s Day we should be celebrating more than just our romantic, “eros” loving relationships. My hunch is that maybe some of our non-romantic loving relationships are what help sustain us most during the difficult times of life. The love we have for our family and for our friends are necessary forms of support day in and day out. Of course there is the Love that God showers upon us filled with grace and blessing. The mature love of a marriage that has survived the decades can teach us more about how God loves us day in and day out than any Romantic Comedy or grand gesture of passion or romance.

Take a moment today and tell someone that you are not in a romantic relationship with that you love them. Recognize the many faceted forms of love in your own life. And then know that those are examples of the gift God has given you in your life and what God longs for you to nurture and sustain. Because God knows how necessary this gift of love is for us to thrive as children of God.

Hey brothers and sisters in Christ – I love you.

Grace and Peace,

Lory Beth

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A Little Mercy, A Little Justice, and A Little Unmerited Grace

Lory Beth Huffman

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Yesterday afternoon I was reflecting about Martin Luther King, Jr. on the eve of the day which honors him with a national holiday. Simultaneously some friends and I went to see the movie Just Mercy about Bryan Stevenson, a Harvard trained lawyer who comes to Alabama to assist inmates on death row get a fair hearing. This particular movie focuses on his work with innocent inmate Walter McMillan who he got released in 1993 after 5 years on death row for a crime he did not commit.

Yesterday afternoon I was reflecting about Martin Luther King, Jr. on the eve of the day which honors him with a national holiday. Simultaneously some friends and I went to see the movie Just Mercy about Bryan Stevenson, a Harvard trained lawyer who comes to Alabama to assist inmates on death row get a fair hearing. This particular movie focuses on his work with innocent inmate Walter McMillan who he got released in 1993 after 5 years on death row for a crime he did not commit.It was a well told story and if you haven’t seen the movie, you should. What struck me most of all as incident after incident of racial injustice and pure morally indecent behavior is that this all took place between 1987 and 1993. I was in college. This wasn’t Civil Rights era back in the 50’s and 60’s. An unfortunate reminder to me in my white lens world of how far we haven’t come with race relations as I might have assumed in my lifetime.

This reminded me of a difficult but really significant conversation with a friend I had a few weeks ago. It just seems that racial tension has been building of late and she was helping me understand things from a person of color’s perspective. It was difficult conversation but immensely helpful. No matter what shade our skin is, we need help seeing things from another person’s perspective when it comes to how we view and experience life. Sadly, that is because we still live in a country where people are treated differently based on so many factors including the color of their skin. And that inconsistency can in return lead to all kinds of misunderstanding and misinterpretation of people’s actions and intentions. Race relations remains a complicated issue in 2020.

This brings me back to where I started, with Martin Luther King, Jr. As I ponder all of these points for consideration, I marvel at all that MLK was able to accomplish in such a few young years. Here are some things I learned about him in doing just a little bit of research.

  • Martin Luther King Sr. changed his name from Michael to Martin in honor of the Protestant Reformation leader Martin Luther. His son chose to do the same. [This link offers some comparisons between the two that are interesting to note.]
  • He was wicked smart and skipped both 9th and 11th grades starting college at age 15. He had earned a Master of Divinity from Crozer Theological Seminary in Pennsylvania and then his doctorate from Boston College by the age of 25.
  • King quickly became the face and voice to the civil rights movement as his youthful energy and skillful rhetoric began to resonate and agitate across the country.
  • Integral in leading to the legal ending of segregation and advocating for equal voting rights in the US he won the Nobel Peace Prize in 1964 at the age of 34.
  • The creation of the Southern Christian Leadership Conference would then combine Christian moral authority with the legal and social action of the civil rights movement so that the lens of Christian teaching could be applied time and again to the injustices people of color were experiencing.
  • He was assassinated before turning 40 years old.

It just strikes me that MLK accomplished so much in such a short period of time that has gone on to impact so many others. And I am still moved by his way with words that reflects the struggle of human nature and an appeal to our better selves.

But I will actually close with part of a quote from Bryan Stevenson, the lawyer advocating for justice on death row. He startlingly names a common denominator between an African American on death row and, well, me when he says,

“…we all need mercy, we all need justice, and-perhaps-we all need some measure of unmerited grace.”

“• Bryan Stevenson, Just Mercy: A Story of Justice and Redemption

I agree. Will you take a minute, or longer, today and reflect on this truth that binds all people together, no matter their background, life circumstances and all of the categories that make us different from one another? And if, in any way you can offer another mercy, justice or unmerited grace, do not hesitate to do so. Because that choice will always move the needle towards God’s Kingdom coming and God’s will being done. Every time.

Grace and Peace,

Lory Beth

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Lory Beth Huffman

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I made an angel. And I have to admit, I am a little proud. It’s out of wood and I had a lot of help. I am indebted to Drew Sumrell for patiently teaching me about his woodworking hobby. (By the way, he made the lovely doorstops you see in the chapel/sanctuary!) I learned about using a lathe and wood turning tools such as a parting tool, roughing gouge, a skew chisel, and a spindle gouge. I learned techniques such as making beads and coves. I learned about finish sanding and friction finishes. I am in awe of woodturners and I love their finished products. Most importantly I learned what a Lathe can do – spin wood, that is either clamped in at both ends or held tightly at one end, at varying speeds so by applying varying sharp tools listed above, you create shapes and curves in the wood. Or sometimes rough divets as I learned! Spin it a little more and apply a sharp instrument and you can easily fix a lot of mistakes.

As I look at my tiny little angel that is woodturning 101 I am sure, it is not lost on me the lessons learned at the lathe. Especially as we enter a new year (so hard to believe). How many times have I looked at events back in 2019 and upon first glance seen the results of what felt like a misplaced chisel, a tool applied too hard or too abruptly causing rough divots and unplanned gouges. How often has life felt like the lathe was spinning too quickly for what needed to be applied or done at the moment causing a higher opportunity for miscalculations and mistakes. How often did a job call for a skew chisel when I mistakenly chose a spindle gouge instead. In other words, we can probably look back on this past year and see the mistakes or the hard patches in the last 12 months and wish they had gone better, or we had said or done something differently.

But as I look ahead at 2020, I am reminded of other lessons learned from the lathe. If the wrong tool has been chosen you pull the tool away from the wood, put it down and pick up a different tool. Apply it carefully and reshape the wood. If you make an unexpected gouge, take a breath, concentrate, and gently reapply the tool to the spinning wood and reshape the wood into the intended cove or bead or angle. Many times, the wood can be reshaped carefully and the project is not lost. Life is far more pliable than we sometimes think it is. The wooden shapes of our hopes, dreams, relationships, goals, can be reshaped and reworked on the spinning lathe until eventually, the shape of the “angel” actually starts to appear.

Make no mistake about it, making an angel is not easy on that block of wood. Maybe the most important step is the finishing at the end. As you hold the sand paper against the wood you feel the heat from the friction and if you are not careful can burn your fingers. Yet because of that friction the rough edges are smoothed out. Same thing with the friction finish, as the cloth spins the wood applying the varnish the wood begins to transform and shine before your eyes. Designs in the wood grain pop out and the inner beauty of the piece of wood in your hands that was not visible before transforms before your very eyes. We all know, applying friction to our lives does not feel good. And yet sometimes that is what it takes to smooth away our rough edges and let our true best selves shine from within.

And sometimes, when you get to a hard part, it takes the strong, sure hands of the expert to grab hold of the tool with you and guide your touch in order to learn how to do the hard parts. And it’s ok to ask for that guiding hand along the way. That’s just another way to learn. People of faith ask for that guiding hand frequently in our prayers. No matter how much we think we know or how much confidence we think we have, none of us is without need of a guiding hand every once in a while.

Oh, and one more lesson. It truly was amazing to see the starting point for making this angel. A chunk of wood that had been cut from a log with the bark still on it was transformed into this smooth and shiny, beautiful angel now hanging on my Christmas Tree. Once again a reminder that our God can make something beautiful out of virtually anything. Transformation is God’s business. So I don’t know about you but I’m ready to lift up the year ahead of us and seek God’s mighty transformation. To trust the Master Woodworker to apply the right speed, the correct tools, and the appropriate amount of friction in order to shape, smooth and shine the rough pieces of my life. Maybe. Just maybe, that might lead to the making of an angel. Or at least a faithful, fruitful servant.

God’s Blessings in 2020!

Lory Beth

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Lory Beth Huffman

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It sold. The house I came home from the hospital to and called home for 49 years. My mom signed the papers around Halloween. We started this journey last Christmas. What an emotional saga. To rent a dumpster and throw away mostly junk but a whole lot of memories. Cleaning out attics and a basement full of stuff that probably should have been cleaned out years ago.

Then finding a location for my mom to move and discovering that in order to get the best apartment it meant moving now. So what was going to be a 6 month process had now become a 2 month process. January and February were spent deciding what to take and where it would go. And then moving it. Moving from a 5 bedroom house to a 2 bedroom apartment was no small challenge! But on moving day everything fit exactly where she designed it to fit. My mom is good like that!

Then came the process of cleaning out the house. First each of us children cleaning out our rooms and taking the last of our stuff that was still stored at Mom’s house. Then organizing family selections of favorite items and tokens of the house we shared life in. Thankfully we are the kind of family that can do that with no discord. Mom happy when someone would choose something else that would then stay in the family and continue to be loved and remembered. Grandad’s hall tree here. A beautiful turquoise vase there. Portraits of us kids to each of us.

Next, the challenge of choosing the best company to handle the tag sale. Watching mom’s house get deconstructed from a home full of treasures and memories to a glorified yard sale with hundreds of people milling through buying memories from their own past spent in mom’s house at Christmas parties or Sunday school class gatherings or neighborhood picnics or basement parties. And strangers looking for a bargain or dealers looking for underpriced valuables. Necessary steps to reach an empty house ready for the market.

Probably the worst step was putting the For Sale sign up in the yard. A visible and sad sign to all that the Thompson’s would no longer live at or own the property on Windsor Drive. Where neighborhood kids played basketball on our two goal driveway court. Where the big iron bell rang across the neighborhood to call the Thompson kids and dog home for dinner. Where more UNC baseball games were watched then can be counted – with both tears of joy and tears of defeat shed. Where grand babies came to spend a week at “Camp Grandma” in the summer. Where many a Thanksgiving or Christmas feast was cooked and devoured. A house now empty waiting to find its next owners. Hoping that would happen sooner rather than later.

And then finally, after several necessary home repairs and lots of conversations with the realtor a serious buyer falls in love with our house. A couple from Ohio that was slated to look at 8 different houses and stops after seeing ours. Someone who will love our house almost as mush as we have. Who will give it a facelift but who can look at it and see the attention to detail my mom put in to the designing and building or every inch of that house. Who promised to invite my mom over for dinner once they have finished their renovations, which tickled my mom to death. People my mom can feel good about entrusting to our wonderful neighbors that have supported her through the ups and downs of life.

Many of you have been through this journey. My mom has done an amazing job this past year dealing with one of the hardest transitions in life. She had always said “you’ll take me out of here in a pine box!”. And now she and her cat, Patches, have settled into a happy life at Mountain Top retirement community and now enjoys not having to worry about any more who to call when a leak occurs or the AC goes out. Surrounded by friends with as reduced stress as is possible for an Octogenarian. As I watched my own bedroom go through the process of deconstruction described above I marveled at how grateful I am to have had a home that shaped and formed me and provided so much joy, but also a few tears, along the way and more precious memories than I can recall. And yet, I have been ok with saying goodbye. It served us well when we needed it. But now it’s time to provide memories for someone else. What I thought would be great grief and sadness turned in to a process of gratitude and peace.

On the last night my mom spent in the house we hugged and shed a few tears and then she looked around and said, “this has been a good home to raise my children in. I couldn’t ask for anything more. It’s time for it to be a good home for someone else now.”

May you know the joy of living in a home and not just a house or a condo or an apartment. May you know the support of family, good neighbors, and friends when you and yours are going through a major life transition. May you recognize in all of it the gift of love and support given to us as a gift from God.

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Grace and Peace,

Lory Beth

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Friendship Gratitude

Lory Beth Huffman

Senior Pastor

Our church celebrated our Commitment Sunday today which is actually one of my favorite Sunday’s of the year. I love the idea that we all make our own contributions to the life of the Church. Today we focused specifically on our financial contributions but we also contribute our gifts and graces. We give of ourselves. We are part of a community, a church family and we share our lives together. These relationships are important. Just like our relationship with Jesus is important. But you see, Jesus gave us the gift of the church because Jesus knew that we were going to need significant friendships to navigate the challenges of life. To follow Jesus’ example requires sharing the journey with others along the way. I am grateful to be reminded of this lesson when sometimes it feels like the weight of the world is on my shoulders.

You probably know that feeling, too. Is there some aspect of your life that you feel like you are doing some heavy lifting in? That you or a group of you are responsible for? Maybe it’s an ultimate outcome on a project. Or the wellbeing of an organization or your own family. Or maybe it’s the care and health of a loved one. Or maybe its the mental or physical care of your own self. You can fill in the blank. But do you have someone or someones that you can share the journey with? Or the burden? Or at least talk about what’s going on with a family member or a friend?

I was reminded of the value of friendships this past weekend. I will confess it’s a little hard for pastors to nurture friendships. It gets complicated when you are still pastor for those you hang around with. You have to manage your time in order to try and make and nurture relationships outside of the church. Or for me, I find myself most successful nurturing friendships with colleagues who work in other communities.

Last Friday, in spite of the clouds, I hopped in my friend, Charlotte’s, little red classic convertible MG and took to the BlueRidge Parkway. While the sky may not have been sunny and blue, the leaves were still putting on a show! Even though it had been a while since we spent time together we just talked and talked and listened and listened the whole afternoon. Celebrating the wonderful moments of life. And encouraging each other during the challenging chapters. And it was a gift.

Ecclesiastes 4:9-10 – 9 Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their labor: 10 If either of them falls down, one can help the other up. But pity anyone who falls and has no one to help them up.

John 15:12-15 – 12 My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you. 13 Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends. 14 You are my friends if you do what I command. 15 I no longer call you servants, because a servant does not know his master’s business. Instead, I have called you friends, for everything that I learned from my Father I have made known to you. (NIV)

So I add to my list of things I am thankful for this day my friendship gratitude. If there’s a friend in your life you haven’t connected with in a while, pick up the phone and call or drop a handwritten note to. Text if you have to, but connect. Remember, Jesus called us to share life together, we just weren’t meant to go it alone. It’s ok to be vulnerable. To admit it’s not all picture perfect. That you haven’t got it all figured out. Because none of us do. And that only brings us closer together. And closer to God in the end.

Grace and Peace,

Lory Beth

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Lory Beth Huffman

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Put it in the books, Boone UMC’s 35th Annual Fall Bazaar is done for another year. As always, it represents a great deal of work by hundreds of volunteers. And as always, it was another opportunity to bring joy to the hundreds of shoppers that come looking for treasurers or for much needed items that come at an affordable price. I call it a Win, Win, Win. It is an event that brings our church folks together for a good cause, an opportunity to help meet some needs in the community by providing affordable shopping for a wide range of items – both basic needs and guilty pleasures – and an opportunity to raise funds to support great ministries both in our community and for our church. Some of the ministries that we will be sharing our proceeds with include Western Youth Network, Kari’s Home for Women, and Hebron Colony. Oh and by the way, we raised a gross $55,500! That is amazing considering the average price on the items sold is only a few dollars.

As a pastor, it is so exciting to watch the lay persons display such servant’s hearts by helping to set up and organize the bazaar in a one week period. It is a sight to behold! You would think these folks all work retail and are experts! But they aren’t. They are just willing to roll up their sleeves, donate a large chunk of their time, and enjoy working side by side one another pricing and organizing the merchandise. Friends that connect so intensely for this week once a year. If it weren’t so much hard work, how I long for that spirit and “can do” attitude the 51 other weeks of the year after the Bazaar is over. I see our church family successfully work together for a common good cause enjoying getting to know each other better as the week progresses. I call this a WIN for our church family.

It is an event that brings our church folks together for a good cause, an opportunity to help meet some needs in the community by providing affordable shopping for a wide range of items – both basic needs and guilty pleasures – and an opportunity to raise funds to support great ministries both in our community and for our church.

The other joy for me was standing at the door and greeting all of the shoppers that were lined up at the door by 7:30 AM Friday morning. As I offered directions to various shopping departments or to the restrooms or to the gym for breakfast I saw the joy on the faces of those who came looking for good deals, unexpected finds, and new items to either wear or adorn their homes. After watching some folks circle our property for the third time still smiling and itching to spend the rest of the dollars during a hole in their pocket. The patient spouses who would finally sit in the lobby waiting to see their wives circle back through the lobby asking me questions about the church and how we prepare for the sale. Smiling while I held the door open for the folks making a trip to their car to drop off their shopping so their hands would be free to search for more treasurers. Again, a WIN for our shoppers.

And then finally, as we split the funds between missions in the community that support men dealing with addiction, women also dealing with addiction and supporting the youth in our community by nurturing and supporting them in positive and healthy ways. It feels good to be able to offer finical resources to organizations we know are supporting our community in ways we could not. We are grateful for their service. We will also use some of the funds to help support some capital needs that have been postponed when our dollars have gotten tight this year. When I see how much our building gets used far beyond our church ministries 7 days a week from organizations outside our church wall, I am thrilled that we have the chance to improve the facilities that we so gladly open up for others to use. This is a WIN for missional and ministry support.

I celebrate a job well done by new leaders who stepped up to head this ginormous project. I am grateful for the success after the last Silent Auction item is picked up and the signs and supplies are put away and the storage pod is packed up and locked up for another year! And I look forward to using my new bird feeder and pulling out the light up Christmas decoration that I purchased! I will smile and think fondly of Fall Bazaar 2019.

Grace and Peace,

Lory Beth

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