Tuesday, November 28, 2017

My Thankfulness Poem

Post by: Sara Godwin

I love the month of November. It’s a great month to be a teacher. The wackiness of Halloween is over, the crazy busyness of December has yet to come, and the holiday of Thanksgiving is upon us. I feel so fortunate to be a teacher in a Christian school. I can talk about being thankful with the students and be able to attribute all that we are thankful for to God. I can pray with the children each day and ask them what they want to thank God for. Every day a new lesson in gratefulness can emerge and grow. It really is inspiring when the children learn how to be joyful and thankful givers and hear all of the things that they appreciate in their own lives.

One of the prayers that I do with my students is a favorite of mine.

“Thank you, God for this good food, for rain and sunny weather.

Thank you for my school and friends and that we are together.”

I am so very thankful for so many blessings in my life. I’ve wanted to try my hand at a little poetry so, I’m going to continue the prayer, in my own words, to try and give thanks to God for all that is good, great and small, in my own life.

Thank you, God, for dogs and cats, for the company they provide.

Thank you for the trees and flowers and gorgeous mountain side.

Thank you, God, for my children, my husband, and my health.

Thank you for my job and church, they provide me with such wealth.

Thank you, God, for pigs and cows and chickens on the farm.

Thank you for my extended family, please protect them all from harm.

Thank you, God, for books and stories and people that can sing.

Thank you for all the year’s good seasons, but especially for spring.

Thank you, God, for my home, for choices and liberty.

Thank you, God, for those that serve and help to keep me free.

Thank you, God, for chocolate, coffee, and peanut butter so yummy.

Thank you for all the fruits and veggies, that they fill my tummy.

Thank you, God, for rivers, streams, for ponds and oceans grand.

Thank you for the deserts, jungles and beaches with white sand.

Thank you, God, most of all, for your everlasting love.

Thank you for your promises of Heaven up above.

My wish for you is that you will be thankful as well and remember to thank God for all of your blessings. “That my glory may sing your praise and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you forever!” Psalm30:12

Sara Godwin has been a member of BUMC since 2003. She is the Assistant Director and Teacher at Apple Tree Christian Preschool and Kindergarten where she has worked since 2007. She has two wonderful children, Rachel and Ian, a loving husband, Shawn, two awesome kitties, Lewis and Lucy, and a sweet dog, Minnie. She began at BUMC working in the Children’s Ministry, assisting with Sunday School before moving to the preschool. She also helps with Wacky Wednesday and is the self-described crazy lady who wears all sorts of costumes every year at VBS.

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Happy Reflective Day To Me!

Post By: Ken Brown

I confess, I am the Bah Humbug Poster Guy for my birthday which just happened days ago. For a combination of reasons, I never found celebrating my birthday as adult fun. I tell myself I’m too busy adulting to celebrate (which is a lie for failing to intentionally honor the day God chose for me to enter the human family).

Now with a half century of living under my belt and on the back nine with one foot in the grave, birthdays are incredibly reflective for me! This year, I am super grateful for my truest friends. In 2014 (the year of my divorce), I discovered for the first time as an adult, the sheer beauty of friendship. I realize the concept of friendship was always lurking. Yet I never opened myself to be fully known, fully cared for, or fully celebrated by people who love me for being me.

My cadre of friends could care less about my being a pastor. They are actually quite irreverent at times though they immensely respect the place faith has in my life. They love “Ken Brown the man, not Ken Brown the faith brand” is what I surmise. My friends have taught me the healing power of true belonging. My friends carry me in their hearts and I carry them in mine. They live an expansive truth that we belong to each other. We get one another’s triumphs and disasters in less than poetic ways. We’ve learned to practice staying present with one another even when apart. Belonging to one another is our language of acceptance.

So cheers to friends who finally get us and love us deeply, intimately, without judgment, shame or condemnation. My friends give me reasons to celebrate birthdays now because they taught me to appreciate newness even at 50 something.

Jesus was a master teacher of friendship. He celebrated the power of choice when he chose to befriend us –
You didn’t choose me, but I chose you and appointed you so that you could go and produce fruit and so that your fruit could last. As a result, whatever you ask the Father in my name, he will give you
– John 15:16

Why not shoot a text to a friend and thank them for choosing to befriend more than Facebook deep. Perhaps, like me, you can reflect on your friends sharing Jesus’ love with you through the gift of choice. Choose wisely, friends love us responsibly.

Ken Brown is the senior pastor at BUMC. You can contact him at ken.brown@broomfieldumc.org

Friday, November 3, 2017

Bobo the Clown

Post by: Andrea Laser

When my brother and I were little we shared a Bobo the Clown toy. For those who are unfamiliar with this magical toy, it was an inflatable clown that had a weighted bottom, built for the sole purpose of punching it and watching it go down and pop back up. The contest that we often engaged in was seeing if we could get Bobo to stay down. Alas, no matter how many times we karate chopped, kicked, or took a running start and then punched Bobo, he always popped back up. It was an equally frustrating and entertaining toy with just an added touch of clown horror.

Lately the image of Bobo keeps creeping up in my head. Sometimes life feels a little like playing with Bobo the Clown- we get knocked down and as soon as we feel like we are standing back up, BOOM! Down again. Not down so hard that we don’t pop back up, but down hard enough that we lose our footing.

In my own life, I’ve started to notice that when there is a major crisis in my life, I naturally posture toward God, asking for help. But when I just feel the little Bobo knockdowns, I rarely turn towards God. I have this tendency to not want to ask for help or to not “burden” him with my little problems. I assume that there are certain things that I alone can just handle so I don’t overwhelm God, as if he was this human figure who had limitations. The reality I am trying to embrace is this: God is already there feeling our hurts. He is heartbroken by the idea of us feeling hurt- in both big and small ways.

Here’s my new goal. Trust God to take on both little and big knockdowns. Trust that he wants to be in a meaningful relationship with us, not just for disaster relief, but for joy, little setbacks, big crises and everything in between.

Humble yourselves, therefore, under God’s mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time. Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you. 1 Peter 5: 6-7

Andrea is an Early Childhood Special Educator, as well as mom to Paxton and Wyatt. She and her husband Steve, have been members of BUMC since 2009.