Community and PCUSA Insurance Changes

This is about the PCUSA insurance changes

Book of Order E-1.0301

The Church is the body of Christ. Christ gives to the Church all the gifts necessary to be his body. The Church strives to demonstrate these gifts in its life as a community in the world (1 Cor. 12:27–28):

The Church is to be a community of faith, entrusting itself to God alone, even at the risk of losing its life.

The Church is to be a community of hope, rejoicing in the sure and certain knowledge that, in Christ, God is making a new creation. This new creation is a new beginning for human life and for all things. The Church lives in the present on the strength of that promised new creation.

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Today the Board of Pensions released its plan to charge churches and pastors insurance according to the cost of plans.

Constitutionally, every installed pastor has to be covered by insurance, but not

retired pastors
uninstalled pastors
pastor’s spouses
pastor’s children
temporary pastors
pastors between calls

so the plan charges $10,000-$20,000 more, unless you are a big steeple church, then you are excused from some of the costs–there is a still a cap on the maximum you have to pay
(because it makes little difference, which is irking in so many ways).

Throughout the listening sessions, BOP exhorted pastors to trust their churches, but the reality is many churches cannot afford to pay more.

And many pastors can afford their call only because of the superior health coverage that is given them.

Many young pastors, especially women (the healthiest quotient) will walk.

I bet many more People of Color..

those who are already discriminated against will be moreso
I attended most of the Town Halls, BOP argued both that discrimination is already happening, and that everything will be ok.

They said that few people will be affected, and that they cannot afford to care for the retirees, the spouses and the children.

But our pensions are fine (I must admit if I hear my so called pension, which I will probably never reach, is fine one more time, I might scream) since I first started ministry, when I could not afford food for my children, or the housing, when I was poverty stricken, and negotiating every cent I made, I was assured over and over again, but my pension is fine. Great, wonderful, what about Maslow’s principles of human needs?

Plus at the moment the retirement medical plan Humana is not accepted at either of our local hospitals, which is pretty ridiculous.

I will admit, as a pastor I cannot understand how we are not rallying for single-payer healthcare. I held so many congregants hands who have told me the health aid didn’t show up. Fielded the phone calls from couples who could not physically take care of one another but could not get in to a nursing home, talked to children who did not know what to do with parents, driven people to doctor’s appointments because they literally had no one else to do it.

How are we not on the frontlines of this?

For our congregations, our part times staffs, and ourselves?

When I assess the BOP, it feels like they are not doing their job
often they admit that they will not do as directed by General Assembly–they do not follow the dictates of the Constitution to live in community even at the risk of themselves.

Even though it is our core belief.

When asked outright if they approached other denominations to team up more closely. (We already cooperate on some level with some denominations.)

They admitted they did not.

When asked if they pursued more creative Co-op options, one that might include congregants (which would take restructuring but would that not be amazing?) or even just to be more creative in our leveraging, one of which my best friend, who is a real estate agent found one and is participating in.

They said they did not.

The sum of their research suggested sharing pulpits–which is a good and sound suggestion; one we have been doing for hundreds of years as a denomination.

When one takes in the exorbitant salaries of the top BOP officials, who participate in our healthcare–capped of course–it calls into question, did they do their jobs?

When small scrappy churches are required to risk everything for Christ and figure out how to creatively survive every year, month and day.

When pastors sacrifice a lot to be in ministry, and yes have the privilege of good healthcare, in this admittedly white collar job.

I predict a lot of young ministers leave ministry as a result, a lot of people with families and children, particularly women (ironically this is the healthiest quotient in insurance: young, women).

Perhaps ministry is changing, perhaps healthcare will no longer be a part of the job, but if that is the case, then equity still needs to be a part of the discussion, because we are a community of Christ first. We are risking all of this because we believe in community, equity and love.

At least that is why I’m doing this church thing.

Maybe we all need to not be installed and start over; even though installation a (I believe) used first to describe pastors wayyy before it was used to describe stoves and video games

However, I think we need to keep working to make things more fair, not less.

I believe in E-1.0301
I am doing my best to live into it. To not accept that “this is the only way” to know that the Kin(g)dom calls us to imagine a better world, and then to live creatively into it.

I will not leave others behind along the way. I will continue to learn about equity, inclusion and love.

I am aware this is not all bad for everyone, however I still feel like there are better ways to do all of this. See also: Who is communicating all of these changes and bearing the brunt of this work in the church community (that feels like a whole different article).

PS the menu option is great, and progress and I like it.

By Pastor Katy Stenta “KatyandtheWord”

Dues Package published by the BOP is here

TDOV, Resurrection

Jesus I can’t see you
I don’t know
I’m in mourning

And Jesus scooped us under her wings
And let us touch the wounds—know what it’s like to have to leave parts, family and self behind on offer to resurrect in visible and invisible ways

And God whispered once again that we are fiercely and wonderfully made

Until we could find ourselves again
Blessed Trans Visibility Day
May you be you full self
And find places of sanctuary and belovedness in your life

*and for all those who say screw it
You can’t see me
It is not time
Or it’s not about Jesus

Yessssss
Because its your day to do it your way
And it is beautiful to be seen
And be called by your chosen name
In the right context

Good Friday

The tears
on my Face
the Broken
Butterfly
Bowl
Shattered
reminding me
Of all I missing

I ache, remembering


the Soup I ate from it
at a Homeless-Dinner-Slash-
Leadership-training

As I touch the pieces
I can almost smell
the countless
Ashes I burned
In
it
For
Ash Weds
Saying
Write Everything
You want to give to God
On a Piece of Paper
And I will Burn it for you


The Holy Spririt
will Somehow
transpose it
To the ashes
We will write
in a shape of a Cross
on your forehead

Tears
Shattered Butterflies
Silent Call
Is as Close to a Good Friday Service
I will get today

I pray as I put the pieces in the trash
Jesus
Remember Me
When you Come
Into Your Kingdom

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Maundy* Thursday

Jesus,
we all love to eat
I love to think of you taking the bread
And sharing it in the traditional way–
for it was probably a tear and share loaf
(as bread was so often served, flat and ready)
And then you proclaimed
the most mundane
of acts

Holy

Whenever you break bread together
You proclaim my death
until I return

Then you allow for fellowshipping
and take the cup
And share it again
because
Let’s face it Jesus
We all need neon signs
and emphasis
And all the help we can get

And then you kneel
At the feet of your disciples
And signal

How you will return

I think of how
discomforted
the disciples are
Again

They didn’t like it when
Mary bathed your feet
in perfume

A Woman
Anointing
you
as King

And here you are
Passing it all on

And the blessing
is uncomfortable
(there is a deep truth there)

As you wash
between our toes
You also
tell us about your
return Again

On your knees
You show us

How

How
every knee shall bow
When you return

Of Course we will
Because you,
Jesus
will return as you arrived
Serving on your knees
And we will finally get it

And kneel,
to get next to you

Maybe Maundy
Is not a Good Name
Anyway

Maybe it should be
Learning Thursday
Feasting Thursday
Anointing Thursday
Kneeling Thursday
Mystery of Communion Thursday
Christ-is-not-that-Kind-of-King-Thursday

Teach us Jesus
Where to find you
How to hear you
Quiet the voices that want to anoint you to other kingdoms
Lead us into communion, help us to build at true sanctuary
Give us the tools build real and meaningful ways to serve
We pray, in the one who anointed us all
with the bread, the cup, and a beautiful act loving care

Amen.

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Blessed Holy Trauma Week

Blessed Holy Trauma Week
Where the spying
on our friends
Come out to haunt
our Wednesdays
We feel the reality
That not all of our relationships
are safe

Where the Table
when we eat together
might feel haunted
by those who are missing
the ones who have died
Or the ones we are not speaking to
(hopefully for just now, Lord hear our prayer)
The echoes of lonesome pandemic times…

We remember that Jesus ate with Judas
and are comforted (How do you do that God?)

And the washing of the feet feels too much
But right

And some people are wedding
Bibles to constitutions
And we remember that Jesus said
That he would temple down
And that what he did was
rip the curtain that was separating the
so called “holy” people from the people
into smithreens (Holy Spirit flip these tables)

Blessed Holy Trauma Week
when your Youth Group Leader
Dies of Breast cancer that she has been battling
Basically since the day you met her
She counseled, supported
Got you the hall for your wedding
Sponsored your call to ministry…

Blessed Holy Trauma Week
When Friday is supposed to be Good
But your car is in the shop
and you can’t get to worship
to cry at the cross
And you think about how trauma lives in your bones

Is not Jesus our very Sibling, who died in the cross?
Do we not say we die with him? How then do we not feel it?

And so you weep instead for the children in Gaza
Gaza–where the word gauze, the cloth for healing was made
And no hospital has any medicine for infection
And children are dying from malnutrition

Blessed Holy Trauma Week
where you have permission to be fully human
weak
pathetic
Empathetic
Sympathetic
To melt on the floor and weep
Because we are all only human
And Jesus Christ knows it
Crying utterly alone on the Cross

Does everything always happen on Holy Week?
All the ministry colleagues ask?

Yes
my soul answers

Blessed Holy Trauma Week
Where we are blessed to be fully human
Fully aware
and to breathe in and breathe out
in-between


The Key Bridge

God,
An ancient bridge*
Connecting the infrastructure
of everything

crumpled

A boat
that was huge
lost control
(investigation pending)
And hit it

And six people
who happened to be Immigrants
who were hard workers
with families
seeking a better lives

they were
fixing pothole

Instead they drowned

And I have been pondering

The metaphoric proportions
Of a ship too big to stop
out of control
Heading the wrong direction

A bridge connecting everyone
Needing repairs


the working people
stuck in the cold
dark
at 1am
almost nameless
voiceless
faceless

The insufficiency
of the boat
bridge
repairs
to meet the infrastructure needs
anyway

and God I’m
a bit flabbergasted

Thankful for the 1am
Mayday call
the quick response
The fact it wasn’t Midday
Midnight, Mayday, not Midday

And Yet
I am prayerful
Over

the Symbolism
as the Newsreel
soldiers
on

God
there seems to be
more
and I think of simple messages
that we have for one another
When we listen

God be with the families of the lost
God be with our midnight workers, immigrant and here for generations
God be with our infrastructure
God be with our emergency workers
God be with us we pray

Amen.

*According to my youngest son anything from my time or before is “ancient times”

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Peter’s Denial, Thrice

I don’t know him
God you know
The kind of denial Peter made

Sudden, unbidden, accidental
Yet complete

Peter did not mean to deny Jesus
But the words once said
Felt true in the moment

He did not know this man
Who willingly went to the cross
Spoke in parables
And left him alone in an angry mob

And Peter
God knew
Never had the gift of keeping quiet

No I do not know him

The words echoed again
As Peter felt lost and alone

Peter watched himself say the words
And thought “what am I doing”

No I do not know him
Peter said a third time
Cock—a—Doodle
Doo

And on the third Day
I will rebuild the Temple
A voice whispered

And Peter say hands breaking bread
And embracing Lazarus
And Jesus resting on a rock

And a tear trickled down
And Peter thought

Did I ever know him?
And his tongue
Finally
Stood still

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