Dear Friends in Christ, The Rev. Canon Jeff Martinhauk is a beloved friend, colleague, and team member here at the diocese. It saddens me greatly to announce that he will be entering medical retirement at the end of February, 2027. Please see his letter below explaining more about his decision to retire. Since Jeff came to work here as our diocesan Chief Financial Officer in 2021, he has been a visionary, steady, faithful guiding influence for growth and financial wellness across our diocese and congregations. Many of you have experienced his patient and calm counsel as he walked you through complex financial, property, or HR situations in your congregations. Diocesan staff, governance committees, and I have relied greatly on his wise and gracious advice. Jeff is devoted to the mission of our diocese. He understands our vision and has been an invaluable partner in our ministry and in creating the strategic plan that is now unfolding. Jeff’s portfolio includes the finances, investments, accounting, human resources, and benefits administration of the diocese, as well as our oversight of property matters in all our congregations. He is also the executive team member responsible for our Mission Real Estate work, which is spearheaded by Jessica Ripper. Jeff has been instrumental in bringing our diocese to a solid and reliable financial footing. He is a true and trusted partner whose kindness, gentle good humor, and careful wisdom is respected and appreciated across our diocese. He is well beloved in his current congregation of St. Andrew’s Pacific Beach, and at St. Paul’s Cathedral, where he served as an associate priest for five years before joining our diocesan staff. Most of all, Jeff is a faithful Christian who has devoted himself to the well-being of the Episcopal Church, our diocese, and our congregations. Our hearts are full as we prepare for Jeff to step down. We will launch a search for his successor soon, and hope to have a new CFO on board early in the new year. I have confidence that God will send the right person to us. But truly, no one can replace Jeff–-he is one of a kind, and very dear to all of us. I give thanks to God for all Jeff has brought to our church. And I ask your prayers for him as he moves into a new phase of his life. In Christ, Bishop Susan Brown Snook ------------------------------------ A Letter from the Rev. Canon Jeff Martinhauk Dear people of the diocese, Some of you already know that two years ago I was diagnosed with a rare neurologic disease called Multiple System Atrophy. It’s a disease similar to, but more aggressive than, Parkinson’s Disease. There is no treatment or cure, and the disease is terminal. I have been lucky to be able to continue serving you so far with only minor impairments in my mobility. My disease has continued to progress, and I now struggle with speaking and typing. Therefore, I have asked the bishop to plan for February 28, 2028, as my last day of work before I go out on long-term disability and medical retirement. I have spent more of my ministry in San Diego than anywhere else, moving here in 2016 to become an associate at the cathedral. I moved to the diocesan office in 2021, where I mixed my pre-ordination career as a CPA with ordained life to become the Treasurer of the diocese and Canon to the Bishop for Finance. I have tried to focus my diocesan ministry on the importance of financial functioning for mission while at the same time being very clear that mission drives finance, not the other way around. It has been tremendously gratifying to meet so many of you and work together on the mission of the church. As this chapter closes and the next one begins, please know you will continue to be in very good hands with our outstanding finance staff in the bishop’s office: Joe, Jessica, Kayla, and Anabel (who are also a pleasure to work with!). My hope is that the bishop selects my successor in time for me to spend a month or so handing things off. I will continue to be available to the bishop after March 1 but do not plan on active ministry beyond that; I plan on continuing to worship at St. Andrews Pacific Beach (and may surprise you some Sundays in other congregations). I give thanks to God that I have been able to serve this diocese. I am not the same priest I was when I arrived here in 2016. With your help, I have grown and deepened so much in faith. Thank you for allowing me to serve you over this past decade, and may God bless you. Blessings, Jeff Martinhauk
Hello Friends and members, Each year, close to the feast day of St. Francis of Assisi, clergy from the churches of Borrego gather to bless animals people bring to the Christmas Circle. Many bring household pets, dogs, cats, sometimes tortoises and birds. Some even bring pictures of deceased beloved pets or of pets they cannot easily bring in. This year, Fr. David Madsen of St. Barnabas Episcopal, Pastor Mateo of Community United Methodist and Fr. Emilio Magana of St. Richard’s did prayers and blessings for 50-60 animals people brought in. Why do this? Decades ago, some larger churches, New York City’s Cathedral of St. John the Divine, began having blessings of animals on a day close to St. Francis’ feast on October 4. Francis, who died in 1226, was the founder of communities of brothers and sisters and lay people in Tuscany. These groups had a particular focus on assisting the poor, homeless, ill, in short, all people in need. The Borrego Ministers Association (BMA) has exactly the same focus. Francis had the extraordinary vision to see all of the world around us as united to us as family. He spoke of Sister Moon and Brother Sun for example. In his beautiful canticle or song of praise, he bursts into thanksgiving to God for all the wonders of nature around us. Francis also seems to have had an amazing ability to relate to animals. He talked a wolf in the town of Gubbio out of preying upon the shepherds and farmers. It’s reported that when Francis spoke to crowds that had gathered to hear about God’s love for them, that even the birds would sit quietly in the tree branches, seemingly listing to him. One Christmas, Francis got the townspeople to bring animals to a cave where he set up the first ever creche or nativity scene, complete with sheep, oxen and donkeys, there as in the cave and stable where the baby Jesus was born and put, wrapped up, into a feed trough or manger. Supposedly the domestic animals kept him warm with their breath. The UN, the EU and many other international organizations and religious leaders have recognized St. Francis as a holy man and made him a patron saint of the movement to save our environment, and reduce the damaging effects of climate change. People of all faiths and none at all respect Francis as a lover of all the natural world. So it is fitting that our pets are blessed on this day, following his example of love
by David Madsen When I was eighteen, I made a private commitment that has shaped my life for sixty six years: I would follow Jesus whether he “saved” me or not. After growing up in a Pentecostal fundamentalist church, especially as the “ornery” preacher’s kid who needed to get saved every time an evangelist came through town, I no longer trusted my own salvation. I could be saved on Sunday morning and convinced I was going to hell by Wednesday night. So I made a quiet promise: I will follow Jesus, even if it is one sided. A few months later I was living with my family in Dodge City, Kansas. My father pastored a small church on a single lane road shared only with the rectory, about 200 yards apart, tucked beside the city golf course. It was an ordinary place, but something extraordinary happened there. Most evenings, I slipped into the church alone. No music. No preaching. No altar call. Just silence. I didn’t go there to pray the way I had been taught. I went to listen. And in that quiet, something began to happen that I had no language for. I would lie on my back near the altar and wait. And God came. Not in words or visions, but in a presence so full I sometimes wondered if I could bear it. Night after night for nearly two weeks, the same overwhelming nearness returned. I had never been taught about anything like this. If I had tried to explain it to the Pentecostal world I grew up in, they would have looked at me like I was from another planet. Years later, I found writers who helped me understand what had happened. Rudolf Otto used the word numinous to describe the holy not as moral purity but as overpowering mystery, the “mysterium tremendum”, the experience that shakes a person to the core.¹ William James wrote that true religious experience begins with those who encounter the unseen world firsthand, distinguishing it from “second hand religion,” the beliefs people inherit through tradition.² What happened to me in Dodge City was firsthand. It was uninvited, unstructured, unearned. It was God finding me in the quiet when I had finally stopped trying to save myself. I have carried those nights with me for sixty six years. They did not make me perfect or certain or immune to doubt. But they gave me a center a quiet place inside where God still meets me, without requirements, without fear, without the need to prove anything. And if someone today finds themselves confused or overwhelmed by what they’re experiencing, I want them to know this: sometimes the deepest spiritual moments arrive without instruction, without permission, and without a name. Sometimes the holiest thing you can do is simply lie still and let God find you. Two things that have shaped my life through experience with the unknown: • God is everywhere. There is nowhere “outside” of God’s presence. • And the Spirit is always more; more than words, more than any attempts to define the Holy. So I don’t fear the unknown. It’s already filled with God. And I don’t limit my understanding of the Spirit. She’s already moving beyond my borders. Father Dave+
Dear Friends in Christ, The Rev. Canon Jeff Martinhauk is a beloved friend, colleague, and team member here at the diocese. It saddens me greatly to announce that he will be entering medical retirement at the end of February, 2027. Please see his letter below explaining more about his decision to retire. Since Jeff came to work here as our diocesan Chief Financial Officer in 2021, he has been a visionary, steady, faithful guiding influence for growth and financial wellness across our diocese and congregations. Many of you have experienced his patient and calm counsel as he walked you through complex financial, property, or HR situations in your congregations. Diocesan staff, governance committees, and I have relied greatly on his wise and gracious advice. Jeff is devoted to the mission of our diocese. He understands our vision and has been an invaluable partner in our ministry and in creating the strategic plan that is now unfolding. Jeff’s portfolio includes the finances, investments, accounting, human resources, and benefits administration of the diocese, as well as our oversight of property matters in all our congregations. He is also the executive team member responsible for our Mission Real Estate work, which is spearheaded by Jessica Ripper. Jeff has been instrumental in bringing our diocese to a solid and reliable financial footing. He is a true and trusted partner whose kindness, gentle good humor, and careful wisdom is respected and appreciated across our diocese. He is well beloved in his current congregation of St. Andrew’s Pacific Beach, and at St. Paul’s Cathedral, where he served as an associate priest for five years before joining our diocesan staff. Most of all, Jeff is a faithful Christian who has devoted himself to the well-being of the Episcopal Church, our diocese, and our congregations. Our hearts are full as we prepare for Jeff to step down. We will launch a search for his successor soon, and hope to have a new CFO on board early in the new year. I have confidence that God will send the right person to us. But truly, no one can replace Jeff–-he is one of a kind, and very dear to all of us. I give thanks to God for all Jeff has brought to our church. And I ask your prayers for him as he moves into a new phase of his life. In Christ, Bishop Susan Brown Snook ------------------------------------ A Letter from the Rev. Canon Jeff Martinhauk Dear people of the diocese, Some of you already know that two years ago I was diagnosed with a rare neurologic disease called Multiple System Atrophy. It’s a disease similar to, but more aggressive than, Parkinson’s Disease. There is no treatment or cure, and the disease is terminal. I have been lucky to be able to continue serving you so far with only minor impairments in my mobility. My disease has continued to progress, and I now struggle with speaking and typing. Therefore, I have asked the bishop to plan for February 28, 2028, as my last day of work before I go out on long-term disability and medical retirement. I have spent more of my ministry in San Diego than anywhere else, moving here in 2016 to become an associate at the cathedral. I moved to the diocesan office in 2021, where I mixed my pre-ordination career as a CPA with ordained life to become the Treasurer of the diocese and Canon to the Bishop for Finance. I have tried to focus my diocesan ministry on the importance of financial functioning for mission while at the same time being very clear that mission drives finance, not the other way around. It has been tremendously gratifying to meet so many of you and work together on the mission of the church. As this chapter closes and the next one begins, please know you will continue to be in very good hands with our outstanding finance staff in the bishop’s office: Joe, Jessica, Kayla, and Anabel (who are also a pleasure to work with!). My hope is that the bishop selects my successor in time for me to spend a month or so handing things off. I will continue to be available to the bishop after March 1 but do not plan on active ministry beyond that; I plan on continuing to worship at St. Andrews Pacific Beach (and may surprise you some Sundays in other congregations). I give thanks to God that I have been able to serve this diocese. I am not the same priest I was when I arrived here in 2016. With your help, I have grown and deepened so much in faith. Thank you for allowing me to serve you over this past decade, and may God bless you. Blessings, Jeff Martinhauk
Hello Friends and members, Each year, close to the feast day of St. Francis of Assisi, clergy from the churches of Borrego gather to bless animals people bring to the Christmas Circle. Many bring household pets, dogs, cats, sometimes tortoises and birds. Some even bring pictures of deceased beloved pets or of pets they cannot easily bring in. This year, Fr. David Madsen of St. Barnabas Episcopal, Pastor Mateo of Community United Methodist and Fr. Emilio Magana of St. Richard’s did prayers and blessings for 50-60 animals people brought in. Why do this? Decades ago, some larger churches, New York City’s Cathedral of St. John the Divine, began having blessings of animals on a day close to St. Francis’ feast on October 4. Francis, who died in 1226, was the founder of communities of brothers and sisters and lay people in Tuscany. These groups had a particular focus on assisting the poor, homeless, ill, in short, all people in need. The Borrego Ministers Association (BMA) has exactly the same focus. Francis had the extraordinary vision to see all of the world around us as united to us as family. He spoke of Sister Moon and Brother Sun for example. In his beautiful canticle or song of praise, he bursts into thanksgiving to God for all the wonders of nature around us. Francis also seems to have had an amazing ability to relate to animals. He talked a wolf in the town of Gubbio out of preying upon the shepherds and farmers. It’s reported that when Francis spoke to crowds that had gathered to hear about God’s love for them, that even the birds would sit quietly in the tree branches, seemingly listing to him. One Christmas, Francis got the townspeople to bring animals to a cave where he set up the first ever creche or nativity scene, complete with sheep, oxen and donkeys, there as in the cave and stable where the baby Jesus was born and put, wrapped up, into a feed trough or manger. Supposedly the domestic animals kept him warm with their breath. The UN, the EU and many other international organizations and religious leaders have recognized St. Francis as a holy man and made him a patron saint of the movement to save our environment, and reduce the damaging effects of climate change. People of all faiths and none at all respect Francis as a lover of all the natural world. So it is fitting that our pets are blessed on this day, following his example of love
by David Madsen When I was eighteen, I made a private commitment that has shaped my life for sixty six years: I would follow Jesus whether he “saved” me or not. After growing up in a Pentecostal fundamentalist church, especially as the “ornery” preacher’s kid who needed to get saved every time an evangelist came through town, I no longer trusted my own salvation. I could be saved on Sunday morning and convinced I was going to hell by Wednesday night. So I made a quiet promise: I will follow Jesus, even if it is one sided. A few months later I was living with my family in Dodge City, Kansas. My father pastored a small church on a single lane road shared only with the rectory, about 200 yards apart, tucked beside the city golf course. It was an ordinary place, but something extraordinary happened there. Most evenings, I slipped into the church alone. No music. No preaching. No altar call. Just silence. I didn’t go there to pray the way I had been taught. I went to listen. And in that quiet, something began to happen that I had no language for. I would lie on my back near the altar and wait. And God came. Not in words or visions, but in a presence so full I sometimes wondered if I could bear it. Night after night for nearly two weeks, the same overwhelming nearness returned. I had never been taught about anything like this. If I had tried to explain it to the Pentecostal world I grew up in, they would have looked at me like I was from another planet. Years later, I found writers who helped me understand what had happened. Rudolf Otto used the word numinous to describe the holy not as moral purity but as overpowering mystery, the “mysterium tremendum”, the experience that shakes a person to the core.¹ William James wrote that true religious experience begins with those who encounter the unseen world firsthand, distinguishing it from “second hand religion,” the beliefs people inherit through tradition.² What happened to me in Dodge City was firsthand. It was uninvited, unstructured, unearned. It was God finding me in the quiet when I had finally stopped trying to save myself. I have carried those nights with me for sixty six years. They did not make me perfect or certain or immune to doubt. But they gave me a center a quiet place inside where God still meets me, without requirements, without fear, without the need to prove anything. And if someone today finds themselves confused or overwhelmed by what they’re experiencing, I want them to know this: sometimes the deepest spiritual moments arrive without instruction, without permission, and without a name. Sometimes the holiest thing you can do is simply lie still and let God find you. Two things that have shaped my life through experience with the unknown: • God is everywhere. There is nowhere “outside” of God’s presence. • And the Spirit is always more; more than words, more than any attempts to define the Holy. So I don’t fear the unknown. It’s already filled with God. And I don’t limit my understanding of the Spirit. She’s already moving beyond my borders. Father Dave+
