Advent. Beloved

Our small circle of beloveds will all gather in our little living room tomorrow morning for Christmas morning. It’s been a year of great change as our circle turns with the tides of time.

It seems right to make the annual Christmas post an Advent meditation because seasons of change are more about preparation and expectation and reflection than about presence or presents.

The extended family gathered for
my mother's memorial; we took
time to go to the house where my
sibs and I grew up to take this
shot of two generations

Time may seem to unfold in one direction, but history certainly does not – even when speaking on the scale of family histories. Time and history are more like tides, flowing in waves that seem quite organized until they break into chaos along whatever lines and ridges reach up to disrupt them.

Birth, death, and the various intersections, choices, and decisions along the way form those ridges, and upon each of them some waves crashed in our lives this year. Like the waves hitting the shoreline, some of it was hard, some of it was gentle, and, in its own ways, all of it was filled with grace and a certain beauty.

The year began, at least for Cheryl, Hannah, and me, far from familiar shores – literally. We rang in the new year in Paris! The three of us had a grand adventure doing lots of touristy things in the City of Light for a few days before heading to Italy for a bit more than a week. We ate our way from Venice to Florence to Rome, and walked it all off visiting museums, ruins, and as many remarkable works of art as we could get to along the way. We’re all dreaming of return trips.

Hannah & Cheryl in our
Venice hotel

Hannah got home just in time to head back to school in Charlottesville. She is now in the middle of her third year at UVA, and is beginning to ponder what will come after she graduates with a comp sci degree in the spring of 2021. She's doing great in school, and loving life on campus, including being captain of one of the women's ultimate frisbee teams. She began last summer having one of her hips surgically repaired, and then spent the rest of the summer once again as the high ropes coordinator at Camp Hanover. So, yes, the surgery went well. It seems likely she'll be seeking an internship for the coming summer. If 2020 is the year she moves on, it will mark the first summer since 2006 that none of our kids will be at camp as either campers or staffers.

Martin with one of his bandmates

That does not mean none of the kids will spend significant time on that holy ground in 2020. Martin’s big news of the current year is his engagement to Delanie. They met at camp many years ago, and will celebrate their wedding at camp next August. Delanie is a delightful, creative, kind young woman who teaches art at Mechanicsville’s high school. Martin is working at a brand-new public library in Richmond, and is working on his masters in library science on-line from the University of South Carolina. He’s also making lots of music with his band, 8-track Almanac, which boasts more banjos per capita than any other band in RVA. It will be a joyous welcome to the family next summer, though, to be fair, Delanie has been part of our circle of beloveds for many years now.

We did have one lovely brand-new addition to the circle this year, as Bud and Monica welcomed

the sibs and Ollie

Oliver Beckett to the family. Smalliver, as Martin christened the little guy, made his grand debut on October 30, about two hours before the Nats won the World Series. Bud reported that he fell right into the whole fatherhood thing, spending the first couple of hours with a baby napping on his chest while he watched a baseball game. Bud and Monica are enjoying the great transitions into parenthood, and we are loving seeing them embrace the joys and challenges of loving a newborn into the world. They have a lovely townhouse in Reston, and have been doing some serious nesting this year. Bud is still enjoying his work at Vigget and slowly plugging away on his dissertation, while Monica is on leave from her work at Heeling House.

Smallie & Mimi

Cheryl still has the best job in the world as an education outreach specialist at the Library of Congress. The core of the staff team she serves with has been consistent across many years now, and they do important work well together. Most days, Cheryl loves heading off to work. Well, at least that’s what she says. I’m almost always asleep when she catches the 6:00 a.m. bus and heads toward Capitol Hill. But, since she does it every day, I figure she’s telling the truth about enjoying it. She still comes home with great stories about new-to-her discoveries in the library’s collection, and how she can help K-12 teaches use them in their classrooms. It might seem like an exaggeration to claim new discoveries after 16 years, but when you consider that the library holds more than 160 million discreet items she’d have to have examined more than a million per year to get through it all!

I, on the other, felt I had come to the end of learning and growing in my service to the wee kirk at

I'm gonna kiss you on the
Champs-Élysées

Clarendon, so after more than 16 years as their pastor, I left CPC at the beginning of November to accept the invitation to serve as intentional interim pastor at Burke Presbyterian out in Fairfax County. CPC and I were both ready for transitions, and so I am leaning into a call to do intentional transitional ministry as the final chapter of my paid pastoral work for the church. To the extent that one can plan such things, I imagine that I’ll serve three or four congregations over the next six to ten years. Eventually, we plan to move to Richmond (and next year maybe this missive will include real news on that), and I may well do similar work in congregations in that presbytery as part of our transition to retirement.

holding mom's hand

Contemplating that can of change reminds me that we are definitely entering a different stage of life. That reality was brought into sharper focus over the summer when my mom died. She was a few months short of her 92^nd birthday, and had lived a rich, full, and remarkable life. She died knowing that one of her grandbabies was about to become a parent, and becoming a great grandmother was one of two items that stayed in her bucket list. She also wanted to see someone else in the White House. Alas, for us all, that wish was also unfulfilled. We miss her greatly, but remain committed to the ideals that shaped her life: a world of fairness for all, with particular attention to the needs of children and marginalized communities.

As Christmas rolls around once more, hold your beloved ones close. May the light of love shine brightly on you, and may it shine through you, as well in your own work to make the world a brighter place for all of God’s beloved ones.

Peace.