We worship at 8:00am and 10:30am from Sunday after Labor Day to Sunday
before Memorial Day weekend. Education classes are held between worship
from 9:15-10:15am.
Weekly bulletins are emailed to members and for those who would like to
receive a copy. Please contact the office if you would like to be on the
mailing list.
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The Living Lutheran is a magazine of the ELCA and their subscriptions are sent via
email. Contact Emily in the office if you would like to be added to their regular email.
A copy of a manuscript written by Sinai Pastor Theodore Johnson (1947-1954) about
his First Love of Sinai has been shared by his daughter and is in the narthex for you
to read. If you take the copy home, just bring it back for others to enjoy.
The food pantry collection basket will offer a change in recipient from month to
month. The items needed are typically the same, but we will collect for LifeHouse
pantry in November, Midland’s cupboard in December, and continue then every
other month. Any pantry or non-perishable items accepted and a special list is
posted on the bulletin board for the Cupboard.
Offering Card - We now have Offering Cards on our credence table as we enter the
sanctuary, along with the bread and wine for Communion, as well as, our Offering
Plates. These are all items that are brought forward to the altar for blessing after our
offerings have been collected in worship in preparation for Communion.
The Offering Cards are for those who have already given their offering
electronically, or monthly, quarterly or annually. The card allows these members to
place the Offering Card in the plate at the time of Offering in our order of service as an
act of worship. We simply want everyone to be able to participate in this act of
worship each time that we gather.
Always Being Made New
The recollection of the Protestant Reformation 500 years ago call to mind major
transformations in human history. Christ’s death and Luther’s nailing of the 95 Theses on
the Castle Church door in Wittenburg radically transformed people’s understanding of
their relationship to God and to each other.
We experience our own transformations throughout our lives. Events or people totally
alter how we think about ourselves, how we think about God, or understand our purpose
in life. Sometimes we are transformed in a moment or sometimes it happens over time.
Whether the process is short or long, we are made new. And this process happens again
and again.
To celebrate the larger changes of the church, we invite you to share a story of personal
transformation. Who or what helped you get a different perspective of your loss/sadness/ill
health/hard time? Who or what helped you get a different perspective on your calling in
life? Who or what helped you accept something you didn’t want to? Who or what gave you
the strength to change something? Please send your story to Lisa Kramme via email
Keith at Sinai.
A story of transformation for the Sinai Lutheran Church series,
“Always Being Made New.”
Setting a New Course
A story of transformation (or what I did over the summer)
“What are ya gonna be doin’ five years from now?”
“I don’t know.”
“That’s just it, man, you don’t know! What if you want to be doin’ something
besides this? You won’t be able to.”
Haymon Moore or just “Mo” gave it to me straight in the cramped quarters of the
officers’ galley aboard the U.S.S. Portage, a patrol craft escort, during a training
cruise on the Great Lakes in the summer of 1961. The small ship swayed on the
swells of Lake Michigan while Mo and I did our best to juggle plates and dishes,
setting the table in the officers’ wardroom.
Mo had been a Navy cook for 24 years starting back when being a cook was
one of the few job ratings open to black sailors. Now as a petty officer second
class, he had two chevrons with an eagle on his left sleeve and a row of hash
marks down the forearm indicating his years of service. Now he was a cook up in
officers’ country rather than down on the enlisted men’s mess decks.
For my part that summer, I had finished a dismal junior year in high school and
decided I wasn’t going back. It had been a mutual parting of the ways between
Washington High officialdom and me. They didn’t want me, and I didn’t want
them. It was time to get on with my life and see the world on active duty come fall
rather than spend another year marking time in school, staring at the stupid clock
in Study Hall. A sign below the clock read, “Time will pass, will you?” I guess it
was supposed to scare bored students like me into actually studying instead of
daydreaming or passing notes to each other. Me? I didn’t care anymore.
Shortly after being assigned to the Portage’s officers’ galley, Mo had asked me if
I was still in school. I said no hoping he’d change the subject. I just kept looking
down while I swabbed the galley deck.
“Why’d ya quit?”
I never told him I quit. I just said I wasn’t in school any more. How’d he know?
Was it written on my forehead or something? Reluctantly I told him the whole
pathetic story of my life as a high school drop-out: boredom and poor class
performance; daydreams of travel to places with strange and wonderful names
and high sea adventure; frustrated teachers, stern school administrators, and
despairing parents. A year earlier a couple of friends and I had joined the Naval
Reserve, hoping to insert a little excitement into our hum-drum lives while waiting
it out in school for what was supposed to be graduation. But why wait?
Everybody it seemed had an answer to that question, but none of them mattered
to me. Until Mo.
Mo told me about his life of poverty and struggle in Alabama and then two
decades of menial service during both war and peace in the Navy. Only after
many years did he get to where he was now. He spoke of perseverance and
belief in a better life one day for his children. His advice to me and everyone he
met was, “Keep smilin’, ” which he repeated frequently the whole time I worked
for him in the galley. I guess that’s what got him through all his pain and hardship.
I went back to high school at the end of that summer (although not to Washington
High) and graduated. Almost exactly five years after I had served with Mo on the
Portage, I was a student at Valparaiso University on a pre-seminary track. I
remembered Mo’s question to me five years before, “What are ya gonna to be
doin’ five years from now?” Here I was now because Mo, like the angel who
wrestled with Jacob at the crossing of the Jabbok River,* would not let go of me
until he sent me limping in a new direction. Somehow Mo had reached me where
others had failed. Perhaps it was because of the mercy he showed to a naive
white kid who had the luxury of turning his back on opportunities that had been
denied to Mo because of the color of his skin.
Later in seminary I wrote to the Bureau of Naval Personnel to find Mo. The BNP
reply said he had retired from the Navy and moved back to Alabama. I wrote to
him to thank him for changing the course of my life. Sometime later he wrote back
saying he remembered me and wondered how things had turned out. He included
more words of encouragement, good wishes, and even thanks of his own. I still
have his letter, and I think about him every now and then, and when I do, I
gratefully practice without the slightest effort the advice he wrote once again in his
letter: “Keep smilin’.”
*Genesis 32:22-25
Pr. Jim Melang
6/1/2017
Additional Why Sinai Stories from Pastors and Interns of Sinai
Why Sinai? It was a package deal. When I became Campus Pastor at
Midland in 1999, the Associate Pastor position at Sinai came along with it. I
retired from Midland in ’09 and from Sinai in ’12. Why do I remain at Sinai
now that I’m retired? It’s still a package deal even though my relationship to
Sinai has changed. This is the whole Sinai package I still get: authentic
worship; honest music; genuine community; ministry with integrity; mission
that faces the world; vital connections to the wider church and to our
Christian partners in other communions; curiosity seeking understanding
about other faith traditions; and finally, a faith-borne confidence which is
unafraid of the future, but entrusts whatever is to come to the
risen Lord Jesus.
This is what keeps me at Sinai. As I said, it’s a package deal.
The Rev. James P. Melang
“Sometimes you want to go where everybody knows your name.”
That was the theme song of our year at Sinai.
Walking down Logan Street to my first day of internship at Sinai, I heard
someone cry, “Hey Brian! Brian Maas!” I turned to face a smiling stranger.
Roger Harris, assuming there couldn’t be too many other people walking the
neighborhood in a clerical collar, had taken a chance, called my name, and
welcomed me to Sinai.
It was the first of many such welcomes for both Debbie and me. Pastor
Hoffman’s commandment, “You will call people by name at Communion,”
ensured that such recognition would become mutual. Some of the names
have faded in the last quarter century, but the sense of belonging never will.
“I have called you by name, you are mine.” Isaiah proclaimed it. Cheers
sang it. Sinai lived it. We learned it, and remain ever grateful.
Bishop Brian Maas
Why Sinai? The reasons are too numerous to mention, of course. After
living and serving with all y’all for nearly 15 years you have given me more
reasons than I can begin to count. With the exception of my birth family,
Sinai is the most formative community of which I have ever been a part.
Why Sinai? Because God is present and at work among you. How do I
know? One example stands out. The day had come for us to vote on the
renovation plan for our sanctuary. It had been a hopeful, and even exciting
process. Changes would be made to our Sunday assembly that would
enrich our experience of what it means to be church, the people of God
together.
But it had been a painful process too. You don’t mess with a sanctuary that
had served a community well for 50 years without causing pain. The
beautiful triptych that hung above the altar would give way to a strange
looking cross that looked like a plus-sign and a curious “water window” from
Chicago. Rudy Carlson’s father’s handcrafted altar railing would have to go.
What would the church be like without red carpeting?
The vote was close. Just over the necessary two-thirds voted in favor. I
was hoping for a better number, a MUCH better number. When dealing with
important family matters you want more consensus, more unity of purpose.
I was feeling nervous. Perhaps we should table the idea, postpone the
project until we could achieve a stronger vote of confidence.
But then we voted on the financing. A quarter million dollar price-tag on a
project which, apparently, a third of the membership didn’t want. A tall order.
I was stunned by the result: Over 90% voted in favor! What? What is this?
What on earth just happened here?
Yes, God is present and at work in this church. Only God can move people
who disagree sharply over a profound family matter to overcome that
disagreement in order to move ahead together. That’s Sinai. That’s the
character of this church, a character born of the Spirit of God. And I count
myself very fortunate to have shared in it. Rev. Michael Ostrom
One of my earliest memories of Sinai goes all the way back to when I was
still in the call process. As I met with the call committee to gain a clear
understanding of who we are as a community of faith, there were three
things that stood out for me. I saw Sinai to be a place where worship and
music were highly valued and were gifts that the congregation possessed.
The other two things that stood out for me were that the members of Sinai
genuinely loved their congregation, and they cared for each other. Even
more importantly to me, I saw that love and care was not reserved just for
the people inside the congregation.
For myself, I believe that relationship is the foundation upon which
everything else that a church is and does is built. I quickly came to believe
that Sinai was a place where this was reality, and quite honestly, if we have
these three things: we are well fed by worship and music, we are
passionately connected in community, and we are moved to care for
anyone and everyone; then everything else is just details. Well fed and
directed by God through worship and community, we can figure out
everything else together.
This is what drew me to Sinai, and it is what continues to make my days full
of meaning and joy!
Pastor Al Duminy
I was privileged to serve as Interim Pastor for a year about 20 years ago. It
didn’t take long to realize that Sinai’s members were happy people who
loved God, the church and each other! One member, Frieda Johnson,
typified that spirit by hugging everyone around, whether one needed it or
not. The support of each member for each other was evidenced most
clearly in how anyone with a health problem was surrounded by acts of help
and love. For Sinai members, Sunday morning was the focal point of
congregational life. There was a strong emphasis on authentic Lutheran
worship, including a high standard of church music, and the contributions of
excellent choral and hand bell choirs.
Solid Christian Education programs were also fostered. I recall especially
the dedicated leadership of Superintendent Deb Riley and the many years
of loyal teaching of Ann Knippelmeir. I taught confirmation class of 16
students, who made my work easier by their attitudes and cooperation.
They also formed a confirmation choir, a rare phenomenon in a
congregation.
Some Sinai members were active in community projects such as Habitat
for Humanity -- Loren Nothwehr among them. The Spirit of Christ was
present in all the above ways, and more. Pastor Harold Schmidt
When Bishop Dennis Anderson and I first began to communicate about the
possibility of becoming a candidate for the ministry among you I began to
wonder, “Who names a congregation Sinai?” I thought to myself, this place
must be heavy on the law.
What I soon came to find out was nothing could have been further from the
truth. From the first telephone interview with the call committee in the fall of
1988 until the final farewell in June of 1996, my family and I experienced this
community of faith as one that both drew and drank deeply from the well of
the Gospel of Jesus.
From its careful attention to worship to its community outreach, from its
nurture of children in the faith to its care for the aging in theirs, and to every
generation in between, Sinai and its people have always been a people who
have said not only in words but also in the way they live their lives: you are
a beloved child of God.
Pastor Paul Hoffman
February1989 to June 1996