September 19, 2025

HTML Teresa's Note - September 19, 2025
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Dear friends and members of University UMC:


This week, I have been in Chicago for a Commission on the Status and Role of Women board meeting. I have served on this commission of The United Methodist Church for several years. It is rewarding work, and one of the greatest gifts is connecting with laity and clergy from places as close as Louisiana and as far away as the Philippines; I am grateful to be part of a worldwide, connectional denomination.

 

On Wednesday, we worshiped at First UMC’s noon service. Housed in a building called The Chicago Temple, the architecture is gorgeous. The face of the wooden altar table pictures in exquisite detail the scene of Jesus weeping over Jerusalem. As it reads in Jerusalem 19:41-42a, “As Jesus came near and saw the city, he wept over it saying, ‘If you, even you, had only recognized on this day the things that make for peace!’” 

As gorgeous as the Chicago Temple’s sanctuary is, visitors are often most intrigued by the small chapel that sits at the very top of the building. An elevator only takes you so far. After that there are over 170 stairs one has to climb in order to reach the chapel affectionately called “The Sky Chapel.” Considered the world’s tallest church spire and chapel, the ascent is worth the view. The space is small but lovely in its own way. Stained glass windows surround the cozy sacred space and a few backless pews face a small altar. Similar to the large altar in the main sanctuary, we see Jesus once again standing and weeping over a city. This time, the city is Chicago. 

As I sat and looked at the woodcarving, I imagined Jesus looking upon every city. I pictured Jesus with his tear-filled eyes looking with great compassion upon every place in this great big world. I thought of all the things that break God’s heart. And at a time of excessive greed and violence, I was reminded that our tears are another way of praying for and longing for a world that is filled with more love and peace, beauty and justice.


I chair one of the small committees for the commission, and opened our time together with a brief devotional that included a writing by Rev. Anna Blaedel; I thought I’d share it with you, too. It’s entitled “beatitudes remix.” I think you’ll enjoy it. May it be our prayer. And may we recognize the things that make for peace.


What a joy to be your pastor!

Teresa

beatitudes remix

blessed are you who are raging.
blessed are you who are mourning.
blessed are you who feel numb.
blessed are you who feel sick. and tired. and sick and tired.
blessed are you who refuse to turn away.
blessed are you who need to turn away.
blessed are you who keep breathing deep.
blessed are you who are tending to your own needs.
blessed are you who are tending to the needs of another.
blessed are you who have been calling.
blessed are you who have been organizing.
blessed are you who have been testifying.
blessed are you who have been hearing.
blessed are you who have been resisting.
blessed are you who feel broken open beyond repair.
blessed are you who are raw beyond words.
blessed are you who are working hotlines and crisis care centers and bearing witness to the forces of violence and trauma unleashed and unloosed.
blessed are you who are marching.
blessed are you who are weeping.
blessed are you who preach and know that divinity resides in despised, abused, violated flesh.
blessed are you who know deep in your bones that you are good. and beautiful. and beloved. and sacred. and worthy. and believed. and held. and capable of healing beyond your wildest imagination.
blessed are you who remind others they are good. and beautiful. and beloved. and sacred. and worthy. and believed. and held. and capable of healing beyond their wildest imagination.
blessed are we when we dare to dream of a world without sexual violence, without white supremacy, without misogyny, without police brutality, without anti-trans and anti-queer violence.
blessed are we when we stay tender.
blessed are we when we stay fierce.
blessed are we when we dare to imagine repair, and transformation.
blessed are we when we labor together to make it so.

Rev. Anna Blaedel

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