A Letter from Heart of the Rockies

Letters have always been a part of our faith. And although I’m not as eloquent as the Apostle Paul, you’ll also be relieved to know that I’m not as effusive as he is either.

To the church of God that is in Bardstown…and Bowling Green…and Nashville…and Wakon’Da-Ho…and Christmount…

To those who have shaped and molded and encouraged and inspired Daniel, which is to say all of you here today…or all y’all who are here today (did I get that right?!), thank you.

Together with all those who in every place call on the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, both their Lord and ours:

Grace to you and peace from God and the Lord Jesus Christ and the good an eager folks from Heart of the Rockies Christian Church (Disciples of Christ) in Fort Collins, CO.

We give thanks to our God always for you because you’ve prepared for us our next pastor, a man who is deep in faith, overflowing with spiritual gifts, and called. Called to Christ’s church.

From our first phone conversation with Daniel we knew he was a most excellent pastor. Our work—and God’s work in us—was to engage in faithful labor of mutual discernment that would allow us to answer with confidence this question: Was Daniel the outstanding pastor God was calling to us?

For each and every one of you who took the time to mentor and pray and listen and advise and consider with Daniel throughout this process, thank you.

By God’s grace and your wisdom and Daniel’s discernment, we all arrived at the same answer—yes, Daniel was and is the tremendous pastor God is calling to Heart of the Rockies. Thank you, God.

We know that as thrilled as we are to welcome him, you are grieving his departure from this region. And so again we say thank you—for your generosity and care in letting him go. Steve and Dorsey, Ben, we expect to see you often. I hate to even mention it, but the Front Range is really quite nice, well, all year long.

Megan and Kelley, although I’ve known you for a decade as trusted and admired colleagues and friends, now you’re also the fierce, fantastic pastors and mentors who nurtured my new partner into his sense of call to congregational ministry. Thank you. Kyle and John, thank you.

Daniel, there’s a congregation full of people who love God and serve others and change lives waiting for you in Fort Collins. They’ve prayed for you, written to you, Skyped and FaceTimed with you, and they’ve prepared a place for you in their hearts. They’re people I love dearly, and they are people who will love you with all they have.

The grace of the Lord Jesus be with you. Our love be with all of you in Christ Jesus. (I borrowed that from Paul.)

We love you, Daniel.

May 27, 2018 | First Christian Church (Disciples of Christ) – Bardstown, KY

Written by Melissa St. Clair, who is now back to being *one* of the pastors at Heart of the Rockies Christian Church, and shared on the occasion of the ordination to Christian ministry of Daniel Lyvers, now also a pastor at Heart of the Rockies.

 

Communion Invitation | 4.15.18

In the post-credit scene in The Avengers movie (2012), we see the Avengers eating at a restaurant. They’re sitting quietly, chewing; there’s no dialogue. They just fought a huge battle against Loki in New York City and they were able to defeat their enemy.

The scene is comical, but it also reminds me of how we can still be in the presence with others around a table even when there’s no dialogue while still connecting and coping with the big things in life.

We can come to this table after a week of feeling like we saved the world, and we can also come when we’re tired, weak, and vulnerable.

And no matter what kind of week we’ve had, we come to this table in the presence of others to remember what Jesus did for us.

Written by Beth Harding, one of our Youth Ministry Directors.

Epiphany Stories | Heather B.

My name is Heather, and I’m a PK.  For those of you who don’t know what a PK is, I’m a “preacher’s kid.”  I literally grew up in the church.  My dad is a Methodist minister, my mom was the church secretary for a long time, and the church was my playground.  I explored all over, and I always felt comfortable there.

One of the advantages of being part of the minister’s family is that everyone knows who you are.  It’s also a disadvantage.  Whenever you move to a new church, which we did several times when I was a kid – I grew up in NJ and they have an itinerant system – everybody gets to know you right away.  That means I did not develop the skill of moving to a new church and having to introduce myself, which was a challenge when I became an adult.  Things I did learn growing up as a PK: acceptance – my parents were universally good to everyone, as much as I could tell.  We used inclusive language before that was a thing – I grew up singing songs that way before I knew that’s what it was called.

I learned that everyone is loved, God is love, and God loves everyone.  I hear other folks telling stories of their experiences growing up hearing about discrimination or not associating with certain people.  I didn’t know what that was like.  Granted, I did grow up in a pretty white neighborhood and at the same time I didn’t even know derogatory terms for other racial and ethnic groups and I really appreciate my parents for that.

That was me growing up.  Took faith for granted – this is how it is, this is what everybody does.  I went to college and studied a bunch of other religions – Hinduism, Buddhism, Islam – I almost got a minor in religion but I would have had to study Christianity and I was kind of over it at that point.  I wasn’t sure what I wanted to believe.

Moved to Colorado in ’91 because my boyfriend (now my husband) was doing his grad work at Colorado State.  Didn’t go to church for a while, then I decided to go back.  Even at that point I was Christian by default.  What really solidified my faith for me was taking a Disciple 1 class.  For those of you who haven’t taken that, you essentially read a good portion of the Bible and really study it, digging in to the roots of the Christian faith and Judaism and seeing how it all ties together.  You may have heard the expression “God doesn’t have any grandchildren” – you can go for a while on your parents’ faith but you have to make it your own.  That Disciple 1 experience really made my faith my own for me.  So that’s how I truly became a Christian.  I was probably in my 30’s when that happened.

I ended up at Heart of the Rockies probably in 2012 or 2013. I know it was around that time because I was in the 2013 directory. I’d been going to a Methodist church in town and hadn’t been happy. I remember my very first Sunday walking in the door and Belinda Kernaghan inviting me to sit with her and explaining the bulletin and that feeling of being welcomed has stuck with me. And I love the way this church is so involved – there’s so many opportunities for service.  I am very much a behind the scenes person which is why you haven’t seen me up here – you can see me at the back quite often.  I just really, really love there are so many ways to be involved. Here at Heart of the Rockies, I see God in your faces, I hear God in your voices.  Thank you for sharing this journey of loving and serving with me.

 

The season of Epiphany reminds us to look for the places God reveals God’s self in the world. When we share our stories, we see how God is at work in and through us. Each week, we’ve seen God revealed through our storytellers.

A Prayer Following a School Shooting

This week, we find ourselves lost…

Lost among the hurt,

the pain,

the media,

the arguments being slung back and forth.

Remind us that You have found us

and are with us.

That when we are busy arguing about laws,

you have a covenant.

When we are worried about who is right and who is wrong,

you are concerned about who needs love.

Open our hearts to your truth.

Give us compassion to feed a hungry world – hungry for your love.

 

Written by Erin Tyler, a soon-to-be graduate of Colorado State University and a very-nearly seminarian.

Epiphany Stories | John L.

Okay, here it is the sanitized and condensed version of my last 68 years.

I was born 1949 in Ames, Iowa. At the time, my Dad was an engineering student at Iowa State after returning from being a WW II fighter pilot in the South Pacific.

Dad’s family are Lutheran Norwegians that homesteaded in Story County, Iowa.

Mom’s family German and Scots Irish have a long history in the Christian Church.

Let me digress a little about the faith history of Mom’s family.

James and Sara Hanen, my grandparents 7 generations past, were Baptized in Buffalo Creek, Pennsylvania, June 1812, along with Alexander Campbell his wife and sister, Thomas Campbell and his wife.  This was very early in the foundation of the Disciples of Christ.

The Hanen’s grandson James H. Dodd, my grandfather 5 generations past, graduated from Bethany College and in the 1860’s and became a preacher in the Christian Church.

My grandfather and his brother Jim both attended Hiram College to become preachers in the Christian Church.  Grandpa, after WWI, changed professions and went back to school at Ohio State to become an engineering professor.

Back to my journey. When I was 1 year old, Dad graduated from College and we moved to Mexico, Missouri, and he began his career in the refractories industry.

At this time our family joined First Christian Church (Disciples of Christ) in Mexico, Missouri.

I attended regularly as dictated by Mom, attending Church, Sunday School, Chi Rho and being a Jr. Deacon.

I was an average student and enrolled at the University of Missouri for my first year of college.

Our family moved after my first year of college to Youngstown, Ohio.

As myself, my brother, and sister were in college at the same time, we all went to Youngstown State University and lived at home to save money.

Moving away from my home town and all my friends required me to rely on my faith and increased my need for achievement.  Without the distraction of my old friends, I decided to get into my education.

One of the achievements I attribute to my faith was graduating first in my college class at Youngstown State and being inducted into the Academic Honor Society, Phi Kappa Phi.

After graduation I accepted a job in a management training program with a manufacturer of hydraulic components, metal stampings, and forging in Youngstown.

Five years later, I took a new job with a larger German hydraulics manufacturing company that had a plant in Wooster, Ohio.  I pretty much immersed myself in my career and worked my way up the ladder.

The direction of my life changed significantly while working in Wooster, Ohio.

I met the love of my life, who was the Accounting Manager of our company. She was recently divorced and with sons Sam (4 years) and Lincoln (2 years).  We married, and at the age of 37 I became a husband and father of two with all the associated responsibilities.

As Phoebe grew up in the Lutheran Church, we joined Trinity Lutheran in Ashland, Ohio.  It was a very good experience, particularly our monthly prayer group with 3 other couples.  I really enjoyed our Christmas trips to Severance Hall in Cleveland.

When the boys were in high school, I took a new job for a Swedish hydraulic manufacturing company headquartered in Rockford, Illinois.  This was a good move career-wise and the family enjoyed a larger town and being near Chicago.  We attended the Lutheran Churches in Rockford but without the same fellowship we enjoyed in Ohio.

These were busy times. I was beginning a new job in a new town; the boys were attending new schools with new friends.  Phoebe began a new career with Woodward in Rockford.

We all worked hard. I was traveling a lot and the company sent me to an MBA program in Stockholm, Sweden.  This put a lot of pressure on Phoebe, but we persevered getting both the boys through college and launched in life.

I retired my position with the Swedish firm in 2009 and spent the last couple years of my career helping a large pump manufacturing company in Bangalore, India set up sales and marketing in North America.  The travel to India was interesting, and I met some very nice people there.  We were able to get significant business with John Deere in the US.

Phoebe continued to work at Woodward after my retirement and was lucky to be asked to move the new headquarters in Fort Collins. We were very fortunate for this opportunity.  The decision was easy as both our boys were living in Denver. We arrived here in January 2016.

Phoebe insisted we find a Disciples of Christ Church here as she knew of my Disciples background and how important is was to me.

We arrived at Heart of the Rockies on Youth Sunday March 2016 to the beat of drums and were warmly welcomed by David and Kay Hartley, joining a couple of months later.

Phoebe is looking forward to serving as a Steward, and I enjoy the Men’s Prayer Breakfast and helping the Property Team.

Being at Heart of the Rockies I’m sure was influenced as well by my parents and siblings. Both of my parents are Elders Emeritus at Boardman Christian Church in Ohio and my sister is an Elder.  My brother is active in the First Christian Church in Fort Myers, Florida and his daughter is a Youth Minister in Minneapolis.

I am happy to have new friends here to share my faith in God with, and hopefully I can contribute to the Heart of the Rockies.

 

The season of Epiphany reminds us to look for the places God reveals God’s self in the world. When we share our stories, we see how God is at work in and through us. Each week, we’ve seen God revealed through our storytellers.

Epiphany Stories | Deanne F.

Sing to the Lord a New Song for He has done marvelous things… Psalm 96:1

This verse has spoken to me several times throughout the years.  As my life has taken unexpected twists and turns, I have found myself needing to sing a new song to God as I adjust.

I was born in Denver, the youngest of 5 siblings; one of which is my twin. We have a strong Dutch heritage and are rooted in the Christian Reformed Church.  We went to church twice on Sunday and again on Wednesday; Thursday was choir practice. Mom played the organ and Dad, an elder and Sunday School teacher.  Christian School rounded out our solid upbringing.  I earned a degree in my first semester at Calvin College.  My dad called it my M.R.S degree.

I married Mike when I was 20, and became a young executive at Public Service Company. All seemed to be going the way it was supposed to.

Until.  Mike confirmed by deepest fear.  He wanted to fulfill his dream to be a Missionary Pilot.  I didn’t take him seriously.  I thought he would get over it. But no.  His dream ran deep.

We were called by the Christian Reformed Church to go to Nigeria, where Mike would be a Missionary Pilot; my job was to be his wife.  This was the first time I was asked to “Sing to the Lord a New Song”.  I put away my suits, my brief case, and my high heal shoes, and away we went.

We thrived.  We both stayed busy; there was so much to do.  So many stories.  Our skin was a different color than everyone else, but there was never discrimination.  I got to assist with the birth of a Nigerian baby.  A little girl.  Her mother really just wanted boys.  I was saddened with the idea this little girl had one strike against her – just for being born a girl. And so goes the position of women in a male dominated third world country.

Two years into our term, Mike’s plane went down, and God took him home; we buried him there.  By the time I got home to the States, my mother had passed too.

It was time, once again, to Sing to the Lord a New Song.

I attended Colorado State University as, what we called ourselves, chronologically disadvantaged…okay, older.  I earned my degree in Landscape Architecture and quickly found my first job as a Land Planner in Urban Denver.  I married a man who could play the piano like I have never heard.  Jeff invited us to help launch a new church in Fort Collins, Heart of the Rockies Christian Church.  And all seemed to be going the way it was supposed to.

I wanted to be a mom, but I was told it may never happen; I feared it may not.  But miracles happen, and we had a son when my friends had teenagers.  Now he’s a teenager and my friends are grand-parents.

Our marriage wasn’t healthy though.  It wasn’t whole; it wasn’t true.  “I don’t love you anymore,”  were words that were spoken. We parted.

Sing to the Lord a New Song.

“Mom.  I don’t know my dad very well.  And I want to. I will live with him for High School. I will see you on the weekends.”

Sing to the Lord a New Song.

I moved to Greeley, and went to work for an Agricultural Consulting Firm.  A cultural transition for this City Slicker every bit as foreign as going to Nigeria.  I decided an industry that feeds the world, is an industry worth working for.  Besides the chewing tobacco and cowboy boots (I never quite got the hang of those) I quickly learned to respect this hearty, healthy way of life.  For my work, I learned it seems like there are more regulators regulating our farmers than there are farmers. There are regulators regulating our regulators who regulate farmers.   Our farmers just want to work the way they always have for generations.  I find my days are filled with conversations with regulators to prove “What you are asking for just doesn’t make sense.”

Today, my song is Mom to a bright, ambitious teenager, Senior Land Planner at AGProfessionals, Board Member of SKYhill, maker of banners.   I love my church family.  Thank you.

The season of Epiphany reminds us to look for the places God reveals God’s self in the world. When we share our stories, we see how God is at work in and through us. Each week, we’ve seen God revealed through our storytellers.

Communion Invitation | 11.26.17

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As the Thanksgiving holiday comes to a close, we reminisce on the things we are thankful for. I am thankful for the last week filled with family and friends. I have a house to live in, a car to go places, and a school where I can learn. But thankfulness does not mean contentment.

As I loved and laughed with family and ate way to much turkey, many were killed by ethnic violence in south Sudan. As I played card games, the genocide in Darfur continued. As I watched football, sectarian violence in the Central African Republic left many dead. On Black Friday, I shopped for Christmas presents and yellow fever reached epidemic status in Brazil. When I ate dinner with my grandparents, many in the same city did not eat.

Let us all be grateful but let us never be complacent. This table to me represents the community and love of Jesus and this congregation, and it is welcome to all.

Let us all take strength in the sacraments that we can use to fuel how we can affect change and help other people. Because that is the message of Jesus Christ.

Written by Ehret Nottingham, junior at Loveland High School.