cathedral + city
St. Paul's United Methodist Church's vision is to be a cathedral for Houston that embodies its diversity, inspires faith, and leads change for the common good of all peoples and communities. Here are stories lived out through this vision.
A Window into the World of Degas
by Anna Herrera | November 14, 2016
What is the first thing you think of when you think of the artist Edgar Degas? I think of ballerinas. The beautiful dancers with their hair pinned up, skirts full of body that flow to their knees, along with their ballet shoes with ribbon laced up their legs. They are preparing to go on stage to dance to lovely music to enchant their audience.
But did you know that Degas also painted strong horses racing with their jockeys long the countryside to get the prize? Landscapes with boats that transport you to another place and time? His occupation did not only include paintings in color, but also included many pencil sketches, printmaking, photography and sculptures that became just as popular within the art community. It is through these various types of art that shows us how his techniques and learnings progressed. So what about his personal life? Was Degas rich or poor? Was he an only child or had siblings? Did he enjoy living in the city or did he prefer the country? Did he always want to be an artist or had he been schooled to be of another profession?
A few weeks ago, St. Paul’s United Methodist Church was so fortunate to have a special Degas curator, Carolyn Johnson, guide art enthusiasts to learn about Degas. We journeyed through his life and how his life shows through his art. We learned so much about Degas during our time together. We had “ah- ha” moments, funny moments, wow moments, and quiet moments as we learned about the things we were seeing. The exhibit at the Museum of Fine Arts, Houston is the largest Degas exhibit that brings together pieces from many museums and private collections. I always find it interesting to see what people buy for their own collections. I think of it as a little window into their world. I hope you are able to spend some time in the world of Degas. You may find something in his art that will be a little window into your world.
Degas: A New Vision is on exhibit next-door to St. Paul's UMC at the Museum of Fine Arts, Houston, now until January 16, 2017.
Healing and Art Circles
by Helen Spaw | October 16, 2016
A reflection on masking from a recent Healing and Art Circle gathering.
Inside shining through on the outside… Have tried to cover what is inside, which has created pain and shame. There are moments when the inside does shine through, but not sure when. Figuring out how to focus on the love, and not feeling like I deserve the love. Healing that is trying to happen, actively working on things, not sure what else I can do to heal, not always present. Looking at the masks, seeing how everyone is dealing with healing in different ways.
Witnessing how each person is aware of the inside of themselves is healing. Hard to think about the inside… it is painful, stressful. Everyone sharing…hard to make the outside mask because the inside comes out everyday.
The masks make me think of the people that have hurt me… how their insides must be very hurt, and that is why they continue to hurt me. I pray that God heals their insides.
There is a saying at work that “We are powerless when our lives have become unmanageable.” When I was upset about many things at work, my co-worker says, “Are you powerless yet?” Finding that I don’t hold it together, and realizing that God has control. Accepting that I need healing and letting God do the work.
Feeling focused on actively working on everything, I need to let go to trust that God can do the healing work. Taking the good pieces of the outside parts of the masks: strength, love of everyone, sense of humor, and confidence.
Healing and Art Circles are held at St. Paul's every Sunday at 11 am and Thursdays at 10 am in Room S-300, facilitated in English and Spanish. Everyone is welcome; come as often as you'd like. Learn more by contacting Rev. Nataly Negrete via firstname.lastname@example.org.
by Mindy Riseden | September 7, 2016
It was summertime, 2014. The news and the sermons were powerful—children, minors at our border. Just a few hours’ drive from my comfortable home with a playroom full of toys and anything my young children could desire, there were children: exhausted, lost, alone, terrified. They were survivors. Survived their living conditions and environment in Central America, survived the long journey to Texas, and they continued surviving.
I never traveled to the detention facilities. I met G here in Houston at a non-profit agency in 2014. Logically, I was not sure what I was doing. My 2-year-old and my 5-year-old, no doubt, needed any extra time I had, as I was working diligently on my already full caseload. But the sermons—the sermons at St. Paul's moved me and reminded me of these children (sermons like July 13, 2014 and July 20, 2014). No matter what one’s political views might be, these are children—children needing help.
So I met G, so young, barely a teenager, so thin. He came here with strangers. During his trek here, there was no one for him to lean on, no one to encourage him except strangers and other survivors. He witnessed horrible family violence. He witnessed horrible social violence in his hometown in Central America. As I met with G and began documenting his story in the form of court pleadings and applications to our government, we became friends. He and his mother showered me with gratitude and homemade dishes and small, invaluable gifts. In all my years of practicing law, I have never felt the way I did when I left the Harris County juvenile courtroom to tell G (who had to remain outside considering the painful testimony his mother provided), with complete and utter joy, that we met the first major hurdle and we were on our way to proper and legal documentation.
As the months passed, I only communicated with G and his mother as interview dates and application deadlines approached; our communications dwindled. The process slowed and came to a standstill. I did not reach out to G regularly. In 2015, I accepted another pro bono case, L, also from Central America; a young girl, also a survivor. Gratefully, L’s case has moved along very similarly to G’s. But L’s assimilation here appears to be a little different. Her support system casts a wider net. As I worked with L, I often thought about G, thought about checking in, thought about taking him out for a meal to see how high school was going. But I never did; I was busy.
Wednesday, August 31, 2016, late morning: I was asked to write about my pro bono experiences thus far so they could be shared with you. Honored, I could not wait to write about G. Again, I thought about calling him to see how the new school year was, but I was busy. Shortly after lunch the same day, G’s mom called me. We had not spoken in a few months. She cried to me on the phone. G was gone. Disappeared, ran away, kidnapped, who knows. It had been several days. She worked on her end with the police and her networks. I prayed. My family prayed.
We communicated several times a day, crying, praying. I felt regret. Yes, G was on his way to legal status, but what about his process of assimilation? How does one make it here if you do not speak the language, do not know the culture, and do not have adequate extended support? Where was G’s support system beyond his apartment? Where had I been?
Over Labor Day weekend, I thought about the request to write this piece and could not bring myself to begin. I stayed in contact with G’s mom and made calls. The weekend ended, but still no word from G.
I think best in the early morning. So I woke up about 4:30 am today, ready to see what I could write. Upon waking, I checked my phone and saw a text from G’s mom that had come in overnight. G has been found and appears to be OK. This timing—God's timing; miracles surround us.
I thank God for this second chance for both G, his mom, and myself. Yes, the legal road we’ve been climbing for his immigration status has been exciting and rewarding thus far, but our friendship has been more. I look forward to sharing a meal with him as soon as possible. I look forward to maintaining contact. I am appreciative of this renewed opportunity, but I am extremely grateful for St. Paul’s. I’ve reached out to our community and have received offers to help G in different ways—his net, his support system is being cast wider as we speak. Thank you.
The Boy in the Bell Tower
by Dawn Uebelhart | August 9, 2016
I often get emails from people who want to come see the bells in St. Paul's tower, but recently I received an email that was a little different. A mom wrote me saying that her 3-year-old son had a fascination with all types of bells. They were in Houston while her son was receiving treatments in the Med Center and wanted to come visit. I emailed her back with basic information about change ringing and our tower, but never heard back which made me wonder if plans may have changed and we wouldn't be seeing them.
To our wonderful surprise, during weekly rehearsal, the mom, her 3-year-old son who was holding a cowbell, the boy's grandmother and his uncle all came up to the bell tower ringing room. I watched the hearts of the ringers melt as we all saw how excited the little boy was to see the big bells in action.
We rang a bit, and then showed him a little wooden model of the bells, showing how you pulled the rope and the bell wheel went around in a circle making the bell ring. Mom said that they had "done their homework" and read up on our type of bell tower. We rang some more for them and asked the boy if he would like to pull one of the ropes to a bell that was in the down position (a safe position for beginners/novices). He said no, that it scared him. We went ahead and rang some more.
We then took a break while a few St. Paul's ringers took the family all the way up to the belfry to see the actual bells. (You can only see the ropes coming down through the ceiling in our ringing room.) There was much "oohing and ahhing" as he saw the actual big bells.
Coming back down to the ringing room, Mom asked if they could stay a while longer. I said to please, stay as long as they liked. We rang a bit more and then convinced the little boy that it was ok to pull on the "safe" rope. With a little help from Mom and one of our ringers, he was able to make the bell chime. Everyone was delighted.
The grandmother came up to me and thanked us for opening up the tower for them. She said that today had been his last treatment before going back home and they had stayed the extra night just to come to the bell tower. They were leaving in the morning to head home, halfway across the U.S.
After several more thank yous and heart-felt goodbyes, they began to make their exit from the tower. Just before they left, one of our ringers noticed they had forgotten the boy's cowbell he had brought up earlier. With cowbell in hand, they thanked us again and left for home.
Moments like these make me thankful that St. Paul's is a cathedral for the city.
Dignity and a Living Wage
by Kelsey Johnson | August 1, 2016
"I used to work for someone who would send me to clean houses," she said. "I never got to meet the people I was cleaning for. I would go all over the city to do the work. But no matter how hard I worked, I could never make enough money to pay my bills."
With certificate in hand, the woman stood at the front of the classroom and shared with her instructors and fellow graduates what a difference Martha's Way had made in her life.
"Because of this program, I have started my own business. I know my own clients. I know how to set my own rates. I am proud to do this work."
Martha's Way is a vocational training program developed by the Christian Community Service Center of Houston. It has a commendable track record in increasing the earning potential of individuals operating their own residential housekeeping businesses. This fall, St. Paul's UMC will become a host site for the program, providing classroom space for up to 15 Spanish-speaking students who will be participating in the 42-hour training. The students will learn business skills such as budgeting, marketing and professional ethics. They will also be equipped with training on proper cleaning techniques around the home and how to use eco-friendly products. The class starts on September 7 and only 5 spots are left to be filled!
I'm personally excited that St. Paul's has welcomed and made space for this ministry, because I have witnessed how empowering the program can be for aspiring housekeepers.
I was so inspired by the stories of Martha's Way and wanted to support new graduates, so I filled out a Homeowner Packet and interviewed two individuals who provided me with bids. About a year ago, our family hired a woman to come and clean once a month; we'd never had a housekeeper before and Claudia is so kind, reliable and meticulous. Not to mention she relieves a huge burden for me by taking care of some of the chores that get to be too much while I am in grad school, working full-time and raising two young children. She has been a blessing to our family and I hope we have blessed her as well.
If you want to support this ministry, hire a small business owner, or have any other questions about Martha's Way here at St. Paul's, contact Rev. Nataly Negrete at email@example.com.