Roots of Life Community is a congregation under development, of the ELCA. We seek the wisdom and grace of God in building a community. We strive to serve as Christ serves...with hands, feet, heart and mind. by loving radically.
Pastor Teri Ditslear currently serves as the Pastor for Roots of Life. We worship every Sunday at 10:30 a.m. at 222 Lakeview Drive. We celebrate Communion each week, in a casual setting, and everyone is welcome and accepted, just as they are. We are a Reconciling in Christ Church.
Roots of Life shared Lutheran School of Theology at Chicago's post.
Very good history lesson here. Especially for Confirmation Students and those of you who are curious about how the ELCA and Missouri Synod Lutherans differ in theology.
Good Morning People of God!
It is starting to snow, with a threat of freezing rain. Be careful coming to church this morning. Check out Facebook later today I will post a devotion.
Love & Peace,
A second quick word to all my Church Wounded folks. Surely you know I love you deeply. I want you to know that I am no stranger to this particular pain. In fact, church was the scene of my deepest and most devastating heartbreak. Took three years to heal. Church, at one time or another, has deeply hurt my parents, my closest friends, and my siblings.
I GET THIS. I really do.
I know what it is like to be in an unsafe church environment, and those certainly exist because unfortunately, the church is made of people and it seems there is no way around it. Those wounds cut especially deep, and I completely, fully identify with those of you in your pain still keeping arms length. (I remember asking Brandon after our own grief, "Is there anything else you can do? Do you have any other skills? Is there any way we can not do church?" Bless.)
The crazy thing is, church has healed me more than it has hurt me. It really has. I have a different space for it. I no longer expect church to do for me what only God can. That took a lot of pressure off. Church is an imperfect apparatus to bring together people searching for God. Pastors are extremely human, more than we wish. The church is definitely not a gathering of shiny new pennies.
Dear one, if you are in a season of healing, then let God heal you. He can be found anywhere. He certainly isn't contained within a building, for the love. If you need to rest, rest. But maybe one day when you're ready, you can try again. There is a safe faith community for you. This I know. It exists. It may be some teeny, tiny little place. It may be some big, fancy loud place. It may be with the Episcopalians or with a home church. Who knows?
And you are an important part of it. It's not just that you will receive. You will give too. We need you. You bring something special and important to the body and don't forget it. God heals all of us through each other. It's this crazy weird miracle.
So all my love to you too today. I just can't help it: I still believe that we can come together in our little places and love God and each other well...as well as humans can. I've just seen it happen too much. God still has to do all the heavy lifting, thank goodness. But we can come - broken, banged up, bruised.
You are so loved and precious. God can bind up even the worst wounds. And His people can be so beautiful, so loving, so healing. I pray you find them, in whatever context, wherever you are, exactly as you are.
Help me to hold the map right side up, God.
Help me to be oriented correctly
Pole star swinging in its rightful place
water swirling clockwise, sun appearing
to rise in the east and move clockwise
into a bank of sunset clouds.
Help me to define the season I’m in, God
detect subtle signs of spring splintering
long-held habits and calcified views
see in this warming eastern quadrant
freshets of meltwater scouring detritus
lodged along the familiar route.
Help me to circle you like a nesting bird, God
taking in a 360 degree view and finding
you smiling back in every reflection of
shining water and opal sky and
silver windows, in dewdrops and
teardrops too, as I spiral home.