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Post Seventy-One


May 13, 2018

My year as interim pastor for Lexington United Methodist Church will soon be over. Soon I will return to my home at Lake Louise. I look forward to regaining my retirement. I look forward to projects, pontoon boat rides, and attending Teddy Bear Camp with grandson Theo. I will also miss my connection with the people of this congregation. I will miss them more than I anticipated.

It would be fair to say that I accepted this interim appointment because I thought I still had something to offer in ministry. I am in fact proud of the work I have managed to accomplished here. Working with the remarkable leadership of this congregation we have prepared the church well for the next chapter of its ministry. I have great hope for the future of this congregation. Rev. Susan Youmans, my successor, is eager to take my place and journey forward in Christ's name with this church. 

My easy "yes" in accepting this interim appointment did not take into account the many gifts I would receive from my connection to this church. That is the source of my reluctance to leave. This interim appointment has put me back in touch with the joy of pastoral service in the context of a congregation ready and eager to serve God and be of service to its community. My time here has renewed my faith in the ability of a local congregation to re-present Jesus the Christ. This church has redirected my heart away from the troubles we face and turned my attention to the possibilities within our reach. This year has been a spiritual Holy Saturday for me turning me away from the despair of the crucifixion to the promise of the resurrection. It has been a Holy Interim for my heart.


Post Seventy

Cross Purposes: Discipleship begins in the Wilderness

February 18, 2018

Mark 1: 12-13:

And the Spirit immediately drove him out into the wilderness.

He was in the wilderness forty days, tempted by Satan; and he was with the wild beasts; and the angels waited on him.


Today was not a normal Sunday. I could not bring myself to stick to my prepared sermon in the light of the school shootings in Florida. I knew I had to offer some sort of theological reflection on the present crisis of gun violence in America and our collective refusal to do anything at all to reduce the occurance of such violence. Before leaving for worship I posted on Facebook, "Heading to church to preach on Jesus in the wilderness. Since the latest school shooting and the predictable meaningless political response has put me in the wilderness, maybe I can meet him there."

According to Mark, Jesus' ministry began in the wilderness. In the wilderness he gained clarity as to his Godly purpose. In this time of our relentless gun violence wilderness I pray that we might also gain clarity and get to work. 

I have posted a recording of today's sermon below. It is not perfect, but at least I tried. I invite you to listen.

Going on from here I have resolved these things:

1. I will pray, but I will not hide behind prayer as a way to avoid my responsibility to act.

2. I will actively work for the election of representatives who are not puppets of the NRA.

3. I will lobby my present representatives to:

a) Allow the CDC to collect data and study gun violence as a public health issue.

b) Remove the laws that shield gun manufacturers from being sued for the danger to public health presented by their product.

c) Contribute to responsible organizations that are working for sensible restrictions on military style weapons and proper screening for all who purchase a gun.

d) Resist federal budget priorities that take money away from education and mental health programs.

We may be in the wilderness, but we are not without power. There are angels tending to us. Reject temptation. There is work to be done.


Dave Gladstone


Cross Purposes


Post Sixty-Nine


Hospice has been called. The medications are being administered. Cecil is by her side. The outcome is not in doubt. Amy is dying.

Dwell not upon this unhappy circumstance. It reveals nothing of Amy's life, the enormity of her love for others, the power of her compassion to lift the hearts of troubled children and youth, her capacity for creative silliness, or her devotion to her beloved Cecil, and their joint example of fidelity to one another.

Amy is not defined by the circumstances of this moment. Her legacy resides in the hearts of those children who chose to share their deepest secrets with her and in return received the transforming benefit of her understanding and love. Her legacy resides in Flashight Bible Study, and Choir Camp Input curricula that invited young hearts to know God's love and thereby found their way out of troubled circumstances and into lives of hope. The joint legacy of Amy and Cecil resides in their faithful love for one another and in the way they projected authentic joy in the face of difficult life circumstances and trouble. Together they lived above defeat.

Last Saturday, September 9, 2017, I joined with others whose lives have been blessed by Amy and Cecil to present a surprise falshmob concert for Amy. Cecil was in on the ruse. We rehearsed and then we gathered at Amy and Cecil's home to honor Amy in the best way possible. We sang for her. We sang and we cried. We sang and we laughed. We sang some more.

How do you measure a life? A foolish person might say that wealth and possessions indicate God's favor. Some have built religious empires preaching that very message. I say a life is measured in the love returned by the recipiants of the love we give. Amy lives an enormous life. Together with Cecil they could rule the world.

Dave Gladstone



Post Sixty-Eight


All pastors are interim pastors. Life itself is an interim experience. The present moment gives way to whatever comes next. Everything is for a time.

Years ago I heard a joke about an old preacher. The aging reverand was asked to recite his favorite passage from the Bible. Without hesitation he replied, "And it came to pass." I think I was supposed to laugh at the old preacher's scriptural ignorance. Now I remember that joke and I marvel at his wisdom and I wish I had learned this lesson earlier in my life. It came to pass.

On July 1 I began my year as the interim pastor for Lexington United Methodist Church. I had asked for the oportunity should the Bishop and the cabinet have need of someone to serve as an interim somewhere. It so happened that the need arose at this congregation located on the beautiful shore of Lake Huron. I knew this church. I went to Haiti with members of this congregation. I admired this church. Saying "yes" was easy. 

Upon arrival I discovered an eager and anxious congregation. I discovered a faith community in love with God, Jesus the Christ, and one another. I found a church excited to serve its community. I sensed a fear within the active members that I might not approve of their way to doing things. I discovered a congregation quite ordinary in its grief over the loss of members and the passing of long respected leaders. I found a church filled with capable, engergetic and interesting people eager for pastoral affirmation.

My wife, Terry, believed in the importance of intentional interim ministry. She worked with others on conference staff to develop a cadre of trained intentional interim pastors. I was not one of those specifically trained for this special work, but the concept and the principles foundational to that work lived in our home. It was common dinner table conversation between us. Taking this interim appointment was a way for me to honor her memory.

Terry taught those serving as interim pastors that their job was largely to be a loving, non-anxious pastoral presence standing in the midst of an anxious congregational system. They were there for a specified time to calm the system, clarify the mission of the church, help them release the tensions of the past and embrace God's holy future.

I find this interim appointment fun and exciting. It has also occured to me that the purpose of the interim pastor differs from that of a regular appointment only in the compact time frame that defines it. All pastors are interim pastors. Life itself is an interim experience. The present moment gives way to whatever comes next. Everything is for a time.


“Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift of God, which is why we call it the present.” 
― Bil Keane


Dave Gladstone


Post Sixty-Seven


At the Michigan Area Annual Conference of the United Methodist Church this past week my son, Carl, was presented with the Harold Stanton Peace and Justice Award for his outstanding commitment to peace and justice through his creation of Motown Mission, his compositions articulating peace making, his peace making theology, and his commitment to Detroit. It was a proud moment and a weepy moment for me wishing Terry was there to share in our joy.

In accepting the award Carl mentioned his great grandmother, Mildren Gladstone, who in the 1950's worked for justice for migrant farm workers in her position as State Director of the Michigan Migrant Ministry. He also cited my status as a conscientious objector to the Vietnam War and my work with the Inter-faith Centers for Racial Justice as my alternative service. I was honored that Carl would attribute his present achievements to a family legacy of peace making. In truth that legacy is more perceived than actual. His remarks put me to thinking about the role we parents play or do not play in the direction of our adult children's lives.

Carl never knew his great grandmother when she was State Director of the Michigan Migrant Ministry. He never knew me when I took a stand against the Vietnam War. He did know his mother Terry's work with the Lombard Mennonite Peace Center and her work in conflict transformation in the United Methodist Church. However, I suspect that the legacy Carl described was less a legacy of doing and more a legacy of being. 

There are many others who have done far more than we to bring more peace into the world. There are many who sacraficed far more than we and many who have been much more on the front lines of peace making than I ever was. I certainly could have done more. However, we have been a family that over time learned to live in peace with one another and with our neighbors. We have been a resilient family through unexpected moves, job loss, terminal illness, care giving and unwelcomed new realities. We have kept the drama to a minimum, sought help when feeling overwhelmed, and embraced faith as a radical trust in God who gave us the ministry of reconciliation.

Thank you, Carl, for mentioning your old Dad. You and Mary are carrying on a legacy. Please remember it is a legacy of being more than a legacy of doing.

Dave Gladstone