My Favorite Sweater

Friends,

My first day on the job as your priest was supposed to be on Martin Luther King Jr Day of 2021. It was a holiday, so the office was closed, and I ended up walking the E Boulevard Dr to W Boulevard Dr loop three times talking about Church stuff with the future Senior Warden Richard McFarland, who was also on my search committee. Both of our minds and souls seemed to be filled to the brim with ideas and energy. I left our walk overwhelmed and excited, and I remain thankful for the fact that he was my first friend in Alexandria.

The Time Between

The time between Christmas and school going back is somewhat nerve-racking, exciting, and overall, a good season in the life of the Church.

We just got done with one of our busiest weeks of the year, if not the busiest, and we can enjoy a bit of rest knowing that things went really well. I haven’t seen the Church so full at a 5:00 pm Christmas Eve service before and the overall mood was incredibly joyful. There is a lot coming up that I am excited about such as the new work outreach, sacred ground and EfM are beginning. If you want to know what these esoteric things mean, then I encourage to dig deep into our e-news! We also have another ambitious Lenten season ahead of us with another Bishop’s visit at the Easter Vigil, which is something I thought I would never get to see again. 

Thankful

Friends,

It is Thursday, December 26th, and per my contract I am officially off, and spent the last two hours assembling a Lego train set with my eldest son. He is five and is on the cusp of being able to do all of that stuff by himself, but still needs me to help, for which I am grateful.

I am grateful for being needed, and I am also grateful for those whom I need. I am not sure how I could have made Christmas as joyful as it was without my wife, parents and infinitely energetic mother-in-law, and I am finding hope in all of the Christmas cards Leandra and I have received, something for which I have taken for granted in years past. I must confess, that we haven’t done a Christmas card in two years now, but we are determined to start the good practice next year.

Hey Darkness, Go Take a Hike

Big churchy days are interesting, because the mood of the service is typically dictated. Ash Wednesday is humble and a bit sad. I always feel a sense of longing on All Saints Day. Advent is meant to be filled with anticipation, while Christmas and Easter feel like joy incarnate. Going to Church can be tricky when your mood doesn’t match tone of the day. What if you show up to Church during lent and it’s all drab and contemplative and you just received the best news of your life? The dissonance between the joy in your heart and the somber tone of the service could leave you squirming in your seat. Likewise, going to Christmas services while mourning or fearful could feel impossibly difficult.

Christmas is Coming

Saturday morning will be busy at St. Luke’s.

We will be “greening” the Church, which officially starts at 8:00, but for all intents and purposes it will start at 7:15. Ladders will go up to hang the massive wreaths, garland will go everywhere, the Christmas tree will go up in the narthex, and by Sunday morning it will be clear that we are ready for Christmas. My special contribution is that I always put some ornaments on the tripods to make them look like Christmas trees. The only downside of our amazing new cameras is that I will have to forgo this beloved bit of decorating.

St. Nicholas of Myra Saving Pickled Children and/or Drowning Sailors

Dear St. Luke’s,

I wanted to preface this by saying that I believe the content of this article to be true, but I know myself well enough to realize that subconsciously I am mixing up details, so if you take the time to fact-check me you will likely find many errors. I could take the time to review my sources and offer citations, but like many of you this season, time is something I don’t have. However, even if I had all of the time in the world, I probably still wouldn’t check, because I am more interested in telling a good story.

The Luther Bowl

The best thing I did in seminary was play football. Well, sports in general, but it started with football. There is a big inter-seminary football tournament at Gettysburg Theological Seminary called the “Luther Bowl”, and a particularly intense part of our orientation to life at the seminary was getting ready for the big game. We had weekly practice to prepare, and it was understood that regardless of interest or physical ability, the Luther Bowl was something we were going to do together.

Where Our Power Lies

I am sure most of you are familiar with the Thirteenth Chapter of Paul’s Second Letter to the Corinthians, which reads:

If I speak in the tongues of humans and of angels but do not have love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers and understand all mysteries and all knowledge and if I have all faith so as to remove mountains but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give away all my possessions and if I hand over my body so that I may boast but do not have love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable; it keeps no record of wrongs; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Love never ends. But as for prophecies, they will come to an end; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will come to an end. For we know only in part, and we prophesy only in part, but when the complete comes, the partial will come to an end. When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became an adult, I put an end to childish ways. For now we see only a reflection, as in a mirror, but then we will see face to face. Now I know only in part; then I will know fully, even as I have been fully known. And now faith, hope, and love remain, these three, and the greatest of these is love.

NAFTA

I often feel acutely aware that I am probably the least informed person in our Church when it comes to politics, economics and foreign policy, but I try not to be. I strive to be informed about issues as they arise, and I want to understand the history of issues and the rationale behind the policies that have shaped our world. The free trade agreements under the Clinton administration had a profound effect on my life as a child. So much of the work going oversees disrupted or even downright snuffed out the industries in the small towns we lived in. This shift in economics played a big part of our move to the south, which was a defining event in my family. Years ago, I listened to an economist arguing in favor of these trade agreements, and he made quite a compelling case. He claimed, the more the world is intertwined the more stable and prosperous it becomes. These agreements ensured cooperation, trade and mutual dependency that would make conflict less likely. However true this may be, there was still a significant cost to pay.

Mortality, Halloween, and Elections, OH MY!

  It is Halloween, and this is the last article I will write before All Saints’ Day, which is this coming Sunday, and the presidential election on Tuesday. This is the one year I have both of my sons at St. Luke’s Day School, and we just got done walking in the Halloween Parade. My youngest, who is only two, freaked out when I put him in his costume, which was a great reason to put him on my shoulders and carry him for the parade. Just this one year I got to dress up as a dinosaur along with both of my sons while we walked around the Church with all of the other parents cheering. It was glorious.

Give to Grow

Friends,

I cannot believe it is already stewardship season again at St. Luke’s! This is an anxiety inducing time for the leadership and staff for the Church. However, it is also an exciting time, because it forces us to imagine how we can grow more into our ministry. I thought I would take this time to give a few practical bits of information about money and St. Luke’s, and the honest reason why I tithe my salary to the Church.

  First, here are some things that might help you understand how our money situation works:

  •  Right now, we are asking you to pledge for 2025. Pledging is just telling us what you expect to give in the next calendar year, which we will use to plan and budget accordingly. In the stewardship material you can see that we hope to add two new staff positions. To accomplish this we will need to increase our pledged income by a significant sum. This is aspirational, but if we can pull it off then we will be in tremendous shape for the future.

    • Remember, you have to pledge every year. Even if you have auto-payments set up, that doesn’t count as a pledge. We need something from you every year with your plans or we can’t use it for the budget.

  • Giving is different than pledging. If you give in a way that we can track (we can track online giving or checks. If you put cash in the plate, we won’t know it’s from you!), then it will be added to your statement. If you pledged and you are giving toward your pledge, make sure to let us know in the comment section or in the check memo line.

  • We don’t get any money from the Diocese! The money moves the other way. We could not function without the Diocese, and giving to the Diocese is an important way of supporting the greater Church. We take an average of the last three years of income from pledges and plate offerings, and give ten percent of that to the Diocese.

    • On a similar note, you may have noticed that we have cell phone towers in the steeple. We cannot use those funds to support the operations of the Church, and the funds we receive from that rent only go to capital improvement, like our new parish hall.

    • The gist is, we don’t have a magical source of funds to pay salaries and keep the lights on, which is why we need your contributions!

  • You will hear us occasionally talk about tithing. Tithing is giving ten percent of your income to the Church. Those who practice it consider it a spiritual practice.

  • Our average pledge is about $4,800.00. Giving is not a competition, and I generally try not to know who gives what. If you give below or above that amount you will receive no guilt or special treatment. This is just for you to know how much people give for us to maintain our ministries.

  • This year we are doing a huge push for stewardship, not just to maintain the status quo, but fundamentally change how we do ministry. Please give to grow our ministry and help us thrive!

Ok, so now it’s time for the honest reasons why I tithe my salary to the Church. This is a symptom of my privilege, and an old insecurity about if I am giving enough. I was twenty-six years old when I started to make grown-up money, and less than a year later I got married to someone who also made money. For the first time in my life, I didn’t have omnipresent anxiety about my checking account, which up to that point was always low. I immediately did two things when those checks started to come in. First, I went out for a steak dinner almost every night, and then I felt incredibly guilty about this perceived indulgence.

Virginia Theological Seminary has its flaws, and seminary is just an innately difficult time, but I made it through debt-free because of the generosity of that institution. Then I was in my first Church being overwhelmingly and enthusiastically supported by a congregation that paid me, and helped Leandra and I get ready for our upcoming wedding. Going from a “getting by” mentality to being showered with resources and support was a shock to the system. I suddenly became aware of how privileged and fortunate I was to be in that position. The steak addiction took years and a possible act of God to break, but I started tithing my salary back to the Church right away, which changed my weird and amorphous feelings of guilt to an act of thankfulness and appreciation.

The Episcopal Church is flawed, and I love it because it doesn’t pretend that it is not, and I would not be who I am without the Church. The schools, seminaries, charities, disaster relief efforts, music programs, retreat centers and the rest of the good things that stem from the Church could not exist without vibrant local congregations. I expected to agonize every year about how much to give to the Church I worked for, but since I tithe there is no need for agonizing. I give ten percent, I feel good about it, and I go on with my life knowing that I am supporting a tiny sliver of the foundation of our big and wonderful Church.

  An unexpected result of this giving habit was that I became increasingly thankful for the ministries within the Churches. Giving stopped feeling like being compelled or guilted into doing something, and it became more about being part of the team that was getting stuff done, helping people, and insisting on being a growing Church in a world that becoming increasingly ambivalent toward religion. I was “all in” with my congregation, and giving out of a spirit of thanksgiving made my giving joyful.

  The Episcopal Church may or may not have affected you to the same degree that it has affected me, but if you are reading this, then St. Luke’s has undoubtedly affected you. Whether it is military family with us just for a year or two, life-long members, or stranger just peaking their heads in for the first time, we strive to give people a home.

  Thank you for making St. Luke’s your home, and if you are able I encourage to give so we can grow.

 

Blessings,

Nick

Sacred Rocks and Exxon Mobile

The Schar Cancer Center Institute is housed in the former corporate headquarters of Exxon Mobile, and the building very much looks like it was a former corporate headquarters. The grounds, architecture, much of the art and character of the place feels more corporate than medical. This is not meant to be a negative judgment at all. There are unique advantages to this medical complex versus INOVA Fairfax, which is right across the street. INOVA Fairfax is nearly impossible to navigate, while Schar was built all at one time. Though it’s purpose is now different, it is significantly easier to get around, and just feels more intentional than other hospitals that were added to gradually over the course of decades. With that being said, when I first went there it felt a little soulless. For some reason I really hate the fake waterfall that is by the front door. I just don’t like things that are made to look like things they are not, like the oil candles that look like wax candles for the altar. I like the fact that Carol takes such good care of our wax candles. It’s messy, but feels real.

The Future is Never Simple

I have for you a brief tale of two of my pet-peeves with our campus.

 

For our first segment, let me tell you about the cursed trash-eating squirrels that would routinely terrorize the day school. We once had maybe eight residential style trash cans in the alley and we were part of the county’s routine trash pick-up. The cans had been there for as long as anyone could remember, and squirrels had chewed large holes through them. I hated this, because trash would blow everywhere and it would often smell bad and get over-filled. For our Church members this was a non-issue, because the problem was hidden and few had any dealings with it. For me, not only as the priest but a new Day School parent, this was terrible. I was often the first person to walk down the alley in the morning to drop off my then two-year-old son who was just beginning school. On our cute journey to school, we would routinely spook this family aggressive squirrels getting their breakfast in the trashcans, and they would explode out of the squirrel sized holes, bolt to the fence and thoroughly scare the daylights out of us.

Discretely Funding the Discretionary Fund

We are getting in full swing here at St. Luke’s! This Sunday we will offer the blessing of the animals at both services and after the 10:00 am in the grove for whomever wants to swing by. We also have the children’s choir singing for the first time this ministry year, which is always a great sign of things to come. This is also the last weekend before the pumpkins arrive and we get our pumpkin patch going! With the arrival of decorative gourd season and cooler weather, we embrace the annual ritual of doing things a bit differently.

Weird and Welcoming

I have a lot of personal history at Virginia Theological Seminary, which is just a short drive from St. Luke’s. I graduated from VTS in 2014, got hit by a car immediately after my graduation, and then got married there just a few months later. Seminary was not an easy time for me. I honestly wouldn’t trade it for the world, but you couldn’t pay me enough to go back. Seminary is just an innately weird time in the lives of people preparing for ordained ministry.

Don’t Feed the Trolls

Friends,

Before I get to you about my point, let me info-dump on you about our AV ministry.

When the pandemic was declared, St. Luke’s rose to the occasion to keep people connected to their faith community. This meant outdoor worship with an FM transmitter at 8:00 am on Sundays, and getting high quality streaming for the 10:00 am service. This was made possible by some generous donors, and the skills and hard work of our former associate Rev. Chip Russell. I arrived when this was our regular rhythm, and it was how I initially got to know our congregation.

Meet the Incredible, Versatile Sally Lombardo!

You will begin to see a new face around St. Luke’s!

Sally Lombardo will be with us for this school year as our “seminarian”. If you did not already know, Virginia Theological Seminary is not far away, and it is the largest Anglican Seminary in the world! I thought I would take a moment to describe what Sally is, what she is not, and why I am excited that she is with us.

The Tent is Up.

This is one of my favorite times of the year. I remember as I child the cool air coming in would fill me with adrenaline and excitement, for the upcoming soccer and football games and practices that would begin to dominant my life. The freedom of summer was beginning to drag on too much, and as much as I resisted it, the structure and growth that came with the school year was always a welcome change. This morning when I let the dogs out my lungs were filled with cool air, and it reminded me of those first months back to school as a child, and energy coursed through my spirit. Instead of my preparing for football practices and readjusting to doing homework again, my brain went to all of the wonderful things at St. Luke’s and all of the work that will go into them. The tent has gone up in the grove and it will stay up until at least Halloween, which is a sign that things will be happening here for quite some time, and they all seem to begin with this Sunday, which is when we Kick Off our year!

Tedious, Fraught but Honest

Friends,

One of the things that has surprised me the most in my ministry thus far is how much I have grown to truly appreciate the institution of the Episcopal Church. And I want to be clear, by institution, I mean all of the bureaucracy, paperwork, committee structures, finances, conventions with too many speakers and resolutions, strategic plans, and stewardship campaigns and all of the other stuff that people often do not like about Church. Jesus didn’t talk about these things, and as an overly naive and idealistic seminarian, I thought I could go through ministry without having to sully my spirit with the slippery slope of the sin that is fundraising, trying to increase budgets and building an endowment.

Dumb Luck vs Grace

I had a moment that felt like it was out of some sort of moralistic religious movie on Monday. As I was pulling into the Church parking lot around 1:00 pm with my carry out lunch in hand, I was met by a very frail elderly African American man pushing a walker. He explained to me that he is homeless, a cancer patient and was in need of help. This was the perfect setting for me to receive some sort of perspective shifting lesson that both renewed my faith in God and humanity, while renewing my call to serve those in most need. All of those things are good, and honestly, it was certainly where I thought the afternoon was heading when I met my new friend, but the interaction showed something messier, more human, but no less faith filled.