If you attend the late service on Christmas Eve, the morning eucharist on Christmas day and this morning’s service, you will have heard the prologue to the Gospel of John three times by now. It is an awesome piece of writing — not just for the language with its gentle repetition but mostly because the thoughts contained therein are too marvelous for us to grasp.
Isn’t it amazing that in beginning, God created humankind and then breathed the breath of life, God’s presence, God’s shekina, into our souls and bodies? You and I share that essence of life, that which the Hebrew scriptures call nephesh, a word that cannot really be translated other than ‘essence of life.’ You and I share God’s presence in our very being, and you and I also share that animating breath of life that God has given us. You and I share that spark of life, the soul, which is the light that keeps us alive. It is amazing, isn’t it, that God, too, in Christ, shared the same?
Then there’s the wonderful language in the passage where it talks about the Word becoming flesh and ‘liv[ing] among us.’ The word translated as ‘lived’ means ‘tented,’ and it is the same word used in the Hebrew scriptures to describe God’s presence among the people: God is in the tent of the tabernacle; by the same token, Wisdom sets up her tent in our midst.
Eugene Peterson in his interpretation of the prologue to John puts this same phrase into a wonderful image: ‘The Word (otherwise called in his translation, ‘Word, the Incarnate One, as the Life-Light’) became flesh and blood, and moved into the neighborhood.’ What a fabulous way of expressing God’s proximity to us — God has moved into the neighbourhood — God is around every corner I turn, in every home I see and in every person. When I think of God dwelling with us in this way, I can’t help but remember the narrow alleys of the neighbourhood around Sma Trinidad near San Salvador or Soyapango where my friend Maura lives, with the 10000 people that lived crammed into that small neighbourhood. And there are the people who live right behind or around the corner from this church.
Mary Pratt in her poem, ‘Benedicite Around the Block’ (1) describes our neighbourhood well… a nun in a parking lot reading the daily office, a man in a brown suit and cowboy hat, a woman smoking a cigarette, a lawyer with a face like Atticus Finch (à la Gregory Peck), a woman tripping on high heels, a small boy with a duffle bag, the empty storefronts, leftover bits of trash, ‘rotting houses with rotting porches, wood fire escapes, littered with bottles in boxes and cans in bags, a broken shopping cart twisted in the cracked sidewalk.’
This is our ’hood. The people here are my brothers and sisters. They are your brothers and sisters. God is here in the neighbourhood, now, with us, in Jesus, in the Incarnation showing God’s love even when we cannot see it clearly.
Why does God move into our neighbourhood and midst? Patricia Wilson-Kastner captures not only the sense of divine Love that lies in the Incarnation but also some of the themes of the gospel of John when she writes:
‘Jesus became flesh so as to show forth the love of God among us, a love which is not merely an expression of good will, but the power of an energy which is the heart, core, and cohesive force of the universe…. Christ is the human expression of God to us, and thus we must try to understand what God meant in Christ…. Christ is… the one who shows all persons how to live. As a human he shows us what human self-possession and self-giving are. Thereby Christ shows us the link between divine and human, the cosmos and its conscious inhabitants.’ (2)
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One of my favourite sights on Christmas Eve comes as the congregation lights its candles for the singing of Silent Night and the reading from the last gospel. There is something incredibly poignant and moving to see each one of your faces illuminated by a sole flickering flame, then multiplied by each candle. The congregation, as a whole, was still, listening to the proclamation of Christ coming into the world as the Light that enlightens the world. I saw you waiting for the light and, in your hands, as you held the light and with that little candle and its silly paper bobêche, that doesn’t do any good, you were holding hope.
As I looked at your illumined faces, I thought of the countless other people throughout the world and throughout time who have held a candle in their hands, hoping… hoping because something had happened or was going to happen to another part of humankind, God’s incarnation pitched amongst us.
Christmas Eve I saw faces lit by candles in the days after 9-11 as impromptu shrines sprang up, particularly around New York City. I saw faces lit by candles on a very cold March night in 2003 as 1000 of us stood on the steps to the state capitol building three days before the assault on Baghdad. I saw faces lit by candles in the days following the tsunami five years ago, people in Banda Aceh. I have seen photos of people holding candles, as a sign of silent protest outside of prisons when they know someone will be executed. I have seen candle upon candle in all the churches through which I passed on my 1570 kilometres of the Way of Saint James of Compostela. And on and on it goes, the universal human expression of sadness, community, seeking and mostly hope, united in our common humanity.
Why else would there be a website where you can light a virtual candle that will ‘burn’ for 48 hours?
When I checked their homepage in the writing of this sermon, it read: 12729 candles from 242 countries are shining.
The page then goes on to say:
In many different traditions lighting candles is a sacred action. It expresses more than words can express. It has to do with gratefulness. From time immemorial, people have lit candles in sacred places. Why should cyberspace not be sacred?
You may want to begin or end your day by the sacred ritual of lighting a candle on this website. Or you may want to light a birthday candle for a friend. One single guideline is all you need: Slow down and do it with full attention. From here on, you will be guided step by step. [gratefulness.org]
Yes, lighting a candle is a universal expression of seeking light and hope, of leaving a visible sign of an uttered prayer. It is why we have candles in the chapel by the icons of the Blessed Virgin Mary and John Henry Hopkins. You can always go there and light one. Those of us who pass by later may not know the content of your prayer nor who lit the candle but we will know that someone said a prayer and left behind a visual remembrance. And we will stop to look at that light, that prayer.
The symbol of light goes beyond simply hope or remembrance. It represents for us, in the eloquent words of John’s gospel, the Light that has come into the world, the Word, in other words, Jesus, God incarnate. God, Light, Jesus, with us. That is what we remember today.
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God is with us, Emmanuel, and God will always be with us. We know where the story of the incarnation leads — it leads from the crib to the cross to the tomb and to the resurrection. While the resurrection may seem a long way off from Christmas, it is so deeply intertwined with Christmas as to be very close and present. It is the very hope upon which our faith stands.
Whether it is God pitching God’s tent amongst us, or dwelling in the neighbourhood, God in Christ is with us, loving us and showing us how to love one another. And God in Christ knows our struggles inside-out from birth to death. How comforting!
God continues to dwell among us in our neighbours, our companions on the way. Realise we are all different, but we are all of God and we are all icons of God’s light. Christ our brother dwells in us. Indeed, we have seen God’s glory, full of grace and truth. For that, let us give thanks.
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(1) In Women’s Uncommon Prayers, eds. Elizabeth Geitz, Marjorie Burke, Ann Smith (Harrisburg, PA: Morehouse Publishing, 2000), 32-33.
(2) Patricia Wilson-Kastner, Faith, Feminism and the Christ (Philadelphia: Fortress Press, 1983), Chapter 5, ‘Who Is This Christ?,’ 89-117.
Monday, December 28, 2009
Christmas Day sermon
Do you remember when you first got glasses? Or perhaps more recently when you first got bifocals? (It is hard to believe that I have been wearing them seven years.) It was a move that I had been dreading for years. Even though I see a lot better than I used to, there’s something about admitting to needing a stronger lens to be able to read that bugged me. Everyone warned me about the first few days of wearing the new glasses. Be careful going down or up stairs. Be careful opening doors. But the best advice was: Give yourself some time. Eventually your brain will adapt to this new way of seeing and eventually you’ll never think about the division in your lenses. You’ll see things in a new way.
My mind adapted after two months: it no longer stumbled at translating, as it were, at what I was seeing, or having to think about whether I should look out of the top or bottom lens (though these days, the altar book sometimes is a challenge which makes me wonder about trifocals!).
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You’ll see things in a new way, the sage one said.
That’s what Christmas morning is all about, isn’t it?
Last night, with its darkness and the retelling of the intimate story so well known that we can practically recite it, gives way to the vast mystery that John’s prologue offers us, with the words we see inscribed on the frieze in front of us. For a short moment in time, we linger in that in-between place, that liminal place our faith invites us often to occupy.
It would be easier, really to stay at the side of that crib in a stable. But our faith seems not to let us stay too long in any one place. Just as Jesus was constantly on the move through his three short years of ministry, so God tugs at our hearts to keep us moving, to keep us alive.
All the while, God asks us to look at life, our faith and God in a new way. Most of all, God invites us to abide in the mystery of the incarnation and not be afraid of it.
We aren’t comfortable, really, about dwelling in mystery. How can we explain that flesh and God have joined hands? How can we explain that fear and hope coexist? We want answers, facts, straight-forward clear ideas.
But to seek that type of answer is to miss the glory of the incarnation. It’s to see it in the wrong way.
Ephrem the Syrian of the fourth century wrote of Christ in God: ‘It is right that human beings should acknowledge your divinity. It is right for the heavenly beings to worship your humanity. The heavenly beings were amazed to see how small you became, and earthly ones to see how exalted.’
Or as the Persian poet, Hafiz, said: ‘God looked where in the world he might display his face. He pitched his tent in human fields, no other place.’
How do we explain this paradox of God with us? We don’t, really. That is the beauty of mystery. There are some things in our life that surpass understanding. (Interestingly, not even the theological dictionaries try to explain ‘mystery.’ They let it stand as one component of our faith that doesn’t need words.)
Mystery… it is that holy place, that in-between space where the encounter transcends the effable, the speakable. The grace of mystery is that it makes possible what is unspeakable: that is, it incarnates the holy. Mysterium, sacramentum. Mystery is the encounter that transcends all of the limits of encounter, like love. Mystery is encounter. It is the truth, the reality of encounter. The Word was made flesh. What can we say? God become human, that human could become divine. What can we say?
Nothing. For when we truly encounter mystery, there are no words. Only silent awe. Only heartfelt thanks. Only silent tears that come from the depths of our heart.
Even as we struggle with these unfathomable thoughts, isn’t there also a part of us that doesn’t want the mystery to be completely explained? Certainly for me there is. I want to be lifted to that place before all time when God chose to love us, to create us and dwell in our midst. I want to touch that mystery every time we gather to break bread and share the cup. And I trust that when I do touch mystery, everything is all right.
What I know best of all, in the midst of all this mystery talk, is that God loves us.
As you celebrate the wonder of God’s gift of Christ, linger for a moment in the wonder of mystery. Let those wordless and unspeakable aspects of God’s love touch you as do the morning rays of sun that so often bathe us. And remember that unspeakable mystery that God has loved us from before the beginning and always will.
My mind adapted after two months: it no longer stumbled at translating, as it were, at what I was seeing, or having to think about whether I should look out of the top or bottom lens (though these days, the altar book sometimes is a challenge which makes me wonder about trifocals!).
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You’ll see things in a new way, the sage one said.
That’s what Christmas morning is all about, isn’t it?
Last night, with its darkness and the retelling of the intimate story so well known that we can practically recite it, gives way to the vast mystery that John’s prologue offers us, with the words we see inscribed on the frieze in front of us. For a short moment in time, we linger in that in-between place, that liminal place our faith invites us often to occupy.
It would be easier, really to stay at the side of that crib in a stable. But our faith seems not to let us stay too long in any one place. Just as Jesus was constantly on the move through his three short years of ministry, so God tugs at our hearts to keep us moving, to keep us alive.
All the while, God asks us to look at life, our faith and God in a new way. Most of all, God invites us to abide in the mystery of the incarnation and not be afraid of it.
We aren’t comfortable, really, about dwelling in mystery. How can we explain that flesh and God have joined hands? How can we explain that fear and hope coexist? We want answers, facts, straight-forward clear ideas.
But to seek that type of answer is to miss the glory of the incarnation. It’s to see it in the wrong way.
Ephrem the Syrian of the fourth century wrote of Christ in God: ‘It is right that human beings should acknowledge your divinity. It is right for the heavenly beings to worship your humanity. The heavenly beings were amazed to see how small you became, and earthly ones to see how exalted.’
Or as the Persian poet, Hafiz, said: ‘God looked where in the world he might display his face. He pitched his tent in human fields, no other place.’
How do we explain this paradox of God with us? We don’t, really. That is the beauty of mystery. There are some things in our life that surpass understanding. (Interestingly, not even the theological dictionaries try to explain ‘mystery.’ They let it stand as one component of our faith that doesn’t need words.)
Mystery… it is that holy place, that in-between space where the encounter transcends the effable, the speakable. The grace of mystery is that it makes possible what is unspeakable: that is, it incarnates the holy. Mysterium, sacramentum. Mystery is the encounter that transcends all of the limits of encounter, like love. Mystery is encounter. It is the truth, the reality of encounter. The Word was made flesh. What can we say? God become human, that human could become divine. What can we say?
Nothing. For when we truly encounter mystery, there are no words. Only silent awe. Only heartfelt thanks. Only silent tears that come from the depths of our heart.
Even as we struggle with these unfathomable thoughts, isn’t there also a part of us that doesn’t want the mystery to be completely explained? Certainly for me there is. I want to be lifted to that place before all time when God chose to love us, to create us and dwell in our midst. I want to touch that mystery every time we gather to break bread and share the cup. And I trust that when I do touch mystery, everything is all right.
What I know best of all, in the midst of all this mystery talk, is that God loves us.
As you celebrate the wonder of God’s gift of Christ, linger for a moment in the wonder of mystery. Let those wordless and unspeakable aspects of God’s love touch you as do the morning rays of sun that so often bathe us. And remember that unspeakable mystery that God has loved us from before the beginning and always will.
Christmas Eve sermon
A fearsome and awesome event is happening tonight, something so awesome that we should be struck mute by it. Only a chorus of stones cries out in the stillness and silence the marvel that is taking place in our world, the birth of our Saviour Jesus Christ.
In the stillness and darkness of the night, inside this church, we gather to celebrate with joy and awe the coming of God amongst us. This coming is so amazing that words fail us… as they should. Yet we try to speak of the unspeakable because that is why we are here tonight.
In the form of a child, God comes to humanity. Jesus — the crossroads where God’s descending road and humanity’s ascending road meet — the bearer of hope, the redeemer and reconciler of us all, our saviour, comes to us tonight as a vulnerable child. In this child we find our hope, something that at times can be as fragile and vulnerable as a child.
And so tonight there are two things about the nativity story that I would like to emphasise: first, the larger, total meaning of Jesus’ birth and how we respond to it; and second, the gifts of Christ’s birth.
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The words of Isaiah that we hear tonight — the most famous of all messianic prophecies — speak of the irrepressible hope of the people of Israel. The prophet declares that God has shed God’s light on the people of Israel. The nation has grown; its joy has increased. Now there is a child that is born who will free the people from want, from oppression and who will give the people an era of peace, justice and righteousness. A new king will be enthroned and this king will save the people. The prophecy of Isaiah speaks to the hope that the people have for something new.
Christian interpretation layered on top of Isaiah’s words turns the prophecy into one about the coming of Christ. The words ‘For unto us a child is born’ — words that many associate with a long ascending series of sixteenth notes in Handel’s Messiah — now are understood as suggesting the birth at Bethlehem, rather than the enthronement of a king. In the nativity, Jesus comes first in great humility but this is in anticipation of his coming again in majesty and glory.
It is this point that is crucial to our understanding of Christmas. There is more to Christmas than a baby in a crib in a stable. For we stay but a moment at the crib before moving on. What happens at the nativity that we remember tonight is but the beginning of the complete coming of Christ, and the whole of God’s saving act in Christ. Christ is God turned to us in grace and salvation. We remember at the crib the cross and the resurrection as well because that is the mystery of the Incarnation which we celebrate tonight.
Christmas calls a community back to its origins by remembering Jesus’ own beginnings as a human child, a prophet of God’s reign. What the church celebrates during this season is not primarily a birthday, but the beginning of a decisive new phase in the tempestuous history of God’s hunger for human companions.… Christmas does not ask us to pretend we are back in Bethlehem, kneeling before a crib; it asks us to recognize that the soft wood of the crib became the hard wood of the cross. 1
Archbishop Oscar Romero on Christmas Eve 1977 preached: ‘On this night, as every year for twenty centuries, we recall that God’s reign is now in this world and that Christ has inaugurated the fullness of time. Christ’s birth attests that God is now marching with us in history, that we do not go alone. With Christ, God has injected himself into history. With the birth of Christ, God’s reign is now inaugurated in human time.’ 2
That is an awful lot to lay on top of a small baby! But that is what this night is all about: the beginning of God’s reign in our time. There is something unspeakably wondrous about this — God-with-us, Jesus the Christ, is a holy mystery.
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We come tonight to this place of mystery for many different reasons. Some come because this night means so much to us for memories. Some come for solace. Some come because it just seems the right thing to do. It would appear that we human beings are hard-wired for faith. Margaret Wente, self-professed agnostic, surprises herself to find that she needs to go to church on Christmas Eve. She writes about her faith instinct: ‘[Faith] bind[s] people together through collective rituals so that they can take collective action. There is no church of oneself.’ And so she goes to church on Christmas Eve, ‘to pay homage to the importance of tradition and continuity, and to experience the extraordinary power and solace and comfort of community.’ 3
Today’s opinion piece in the Rutland Herald expands upon this innate drive to come to church at Christmas: ‘The emotional power of the day derives from the fundamental simplicity of its meaning. The birth of a child among humble people in a barn long ago, the emergence of the child as the embodiment of the holy — what parents haven’t seen in their child’s birth a miracle of simplicity and of possibility, not that their baby will become the Messiah, but that he or she embodies the human in all its potential?’
Certainly the mystery of the incarnation, God-made-flesh in all of us, manifested itself Tuesday at the Gift of Life blood drawing at the Paramount, which once again broke the New England record for a single day drawing with 1024 pints taken in. As I gave, I looked across the stage at some sixty or so other donors, recognising that the life-blood that flows through them is the same as that which flows through me and, most incredibly, flowed through Jesus. That God could willingly become part of us, in the form of an infant, Jesus, defies words. It is mystery. And this realisation brings about wonder.
Indeed, in the words of the Herald, ‘Christmas becomes about … [an] atmosphere of wonderment and joy…. It is a great gift, better than toys, to awaken the wonder and to convey the love that should surround every[one]. The material gifts can be simple if those other gifts abound.’ 4
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But there are more immaterial spiritual gifts than simply wonderment and joy that we receive from this holy birth. We also receive peace, completeness and hope, and the promise that divine salvation has entered the world. The hope of peace and salvation — that is what we celebrate at Christmas! The hope of peace and salvation — that is what brings us here tonight!
Humans long for peace, for justice, for something holy, for something far from earth’s realities, which we all can list by heart. We can have such a hope, not because we ourselves are able to construct the realm of happiness that God’s holy words proclaim but because the builder of a reign of justice, of love, and of peace is already in the midst of us. 5
‘We must be men and women of ceaseless hope, because only tomorrow can today’s human and Christian promise be realized; and every tomorrow will have its own tomorrow, world without end. Every human act, every Christian act, is an act of hope.’ 6
And what is this hope of which we speak tonight?
Hope is not optimism.
Hope is a very different thing. It is rooted in trust. It is grounded in a truth much larger than the unpredictable events of our lives.
Hope, says the writer of the Book of Hebrews, is the evidence, the security of things that are not yet seen, not yet experienced, not yet in hand.
Hope is what sustains us when facing the death of one we love; when passing through dark times in our life; when trying to maintain a heart of compassion in a world of endless violence.
Hope is what gives us time and patience when we struggle to understand life, and our future and God.
Hope is what helps us to heal, physically and spiritually, and what helps us to endure the time it takes to find new life.
Hope is what holds us when we have been betrayed or hurt by someone. Hope is what helps us to get up in the morning when the prospects for our life are dim and disappointing. Hope is what helps us face old age and death.
Hope is the energy that keeps us gentle and loving, reaching out far beyond our capacities with care and solidarity for others. Hope is not dependent on day-by-day experiences; rather it depends on God.
Hope is a gift. This gift is always looking for the small crack in our heart where it may find entry.
Hope is rooted in God’s never failing love, in trust and confidence that God will never, ever abandon us. People might abandon us; history might; life at times might. But never God!
Christmas, thus, is the celebration of a very human faith becoming hope. Faith-hope lies in tenderness, play, good will, and life.
May the Christ child whom you meet tonight grace you with the faith and hope that will accompany you this Christmas-tide and always. May the Christ child gift you the gift of joy and wonder in all God’s works. And may you be blessed this Christmas Eve and always.
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1 Adapted from Nathan Mitchell (CSB, 31) and Leonardo Boff.
2 Archbishop Oscar Romero, Christmas 1977.
3 http://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/opinions/when-in-doubt-an-atheists-christmas/article1406082/--/
4 http://www.rutlandherald.com/article/20091224/OPINION01/ 912240336/1038/OPINION01
5 Romero, 25.12.1977
6 Walter Burghardt…
In the stillness and darkness of the night, inside this church, we gather to celebrate with joy and awe the coming of God amongst us. This coming is so amazing that words fail us… as they should. Yet we try to speak of the unspeakable because that is why we are here tonight.
In the form of a child, God comes to humanity. Jesus — the crossroads where God’s descending road and humanity’s ascending road meet — the bearer of hope, the redeemer and reconciler of us all, our saviour, comes to us tonight as a vulnerable child. In this child we find our hope, something that at times can be as fragile and vulnerable as a child.
And so tonight there are two things about the nativity story that I would like to emphasise: first, the larger, total meaning of Jesus’ birth and how we respond to it; and second, the gifts of Christ’s birth.
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The words of Isaiah that we hear tonight — the most famous of all messianic prophecies — speak of the irrepressible hope of the people of Israel. The prophet declares that God has shed God’s light on the people of Israel. The nation has grown; its joy has increased. Now there is a child that is born who will free the people from want, from oppression and who will give the people an era of peace, justice and righteousness. A new king will be enthroned and this king will save the people. The prophecy of Isaiah speaks to the hope that the people have for something new.
Christian interpretation layered on top of Isaiah’s words turns the prophecy into one about the coming of Christ. The words ‘For unto us a child is born’ — words that many associate with a long ascending series of sixteenth notes in Handel’s Messiah — now are understood as suggesting the birth at Bethlehem, rather than the enthronement of a king. In the nativity, Jesus comes first in great humility but this is in anticipation of his coming again in majesty and glory.
It is this point that is crucial to our understanding of Christmas. There is more to Christmas than a baby in a crib in a stable. For we stay but a moment at the crib before moving on. What happens at the nativity that we remember tonight is but the beginning of the complete coming of Christ, and the whole of God’s saving act in Christ. Christ is God turned to us in grace and salvation. We remember at the crib the cross and the resurrection as well because that is the mystery of the Incarnation which we celebrate tonight.
Christmas calls a community back to its origins by remembering Jesus’ own beginnings as a human child, a prophet of God’s reign. What the church celebrates during this season is not primarily a birthday, but the beginning of a decisive new phase in the tempestuous history of God’s hunger for human companions.… Christmas does not ask us to pretend we are back in Bethlehem, kneeling before a crib; it asks us to recognize that the soft wood of the crib became the hard wood of the cross. 1
Archbishop Oscar Romero on Christmas Eve 1977 preached: ‘On this night, as every year for twenty centuries, we recall that God’s reign is now in this world and that Christ has inaugurated the fullness of time. Christ’s birth attests that God is now marching with us in history, that we do not go alone. With Christ, God has injected himself into history. With the birth of Christ, God’s reign is now inaugurated in human time.’ 2
That is an awful lot to lay on top of a small baby! But that is what this night is all about: the beginning of God’s reign in our time. There is something unspeakably wondrous about this — God-with-us, Jesus the Christ, is a holy mystery.
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We come tonight to this place of mystery for many different reasons. Some come because this night means so much to us for memories. Some come for solace. Some come because it just seems the right thing to do. It would appear that we human beings are hard-wired for faith. Margaret Wente, self-professed agnostic, surprises herself to find that she needs to go to church on Christmas Eve. She writes about her faith instinct: ‘[Faith] bind[s] people together through collective rituals so that they can take collective action. There is no church of oneself.’ And so she goes to church on Christmas Eve, ‘to pay homage to the importance of tradition and continuity, and to experience the extraordinary power and solace and comfort of community.’ 3
Today’s opinion piece in the Rutland Herald expands upon this innate drive to come to church at Christmas: ‘The emotional power of the day derives from the fundamental simplicity of its meaning. The birth of a child among humble people in a barn long ago, the emergence of the child as the embodiment of the holy — what parents haven’t seen in their child’s birth a miracle of simplicity and of possibility, not that their baby will become the Messiah, but that he or she embodies the human in all its potential?’
Certainly the mystery of the incarnation, God-made-flesh in all of us, manifested itself Tuesday at the Gift of Life blood drawing at the Paramount, which once again broke the New England record for a single day drawing with 1024 pints taken in. As I gave, I looked across the stage at some sixty or so other donors, recognising that the life-blood that flows through them is the same as that which flows through me and, most incredibly, flowed through Jesus. That God could willingly become part of us, in the form of an infant, Jesus, defies words. It is mystery. And this realisation brings about wonder.
Indeed, in the words of the Herald, ‘Christmas becomes about … [an] atmosphere of wonderment and joy…. It is a great gift, better than toys, to awaken the wonder and to convey the love that should surround every[one]. The material gifts can be simple if those other gifts abound.’ 4
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But there are more immaterial spiritual gifts than simply wonderment and joy that we receive from this holy birth. We also receive peace, completeness and hope, and the promise that divine salvation has entered the world. The hope of peace and salvation — that is what we celebrate at Christmas! The hope of peace and salvation — that is what brings us here tonight!
Humans long for peace, for justice, for something holy, for something far from earth’s realities, which we all can list by heart. We can have such a hope, not because we ourselves are able to construct the realm of happiness that God’s holy words proclaim but because the builder of a reign of justice, of love, and of peace is already in the midst of us. 5
‘We must be men and women of ceaseless hope, because only tomorrow can today’s human and Christian promise be realized; and every tomorrow will have its own tomorrow, world without end. Every human act, every Christian act, is an act of hope.’ 6
And what is this hope of which we speak tonight?
Hope is not optimism.
Hope is a very different thing. It is rooted in trust. It is grounded in a truth much larger than the unpredictable events of our lives.
Hope, says the writer of the Book of Hebrews, is the evidence, the security of things that are not yet seen, not yet experienced, not yet in hand.
Hope is what sustains us when facing the death of one we love; when passing through dark times in our life; when trying to maintain a heart of compassion in a world of endless violence.
Hope is what gives us time and patience when we struggle to understand life, and our future and God.
Hope is what helps us to heal, physically and spiritually, and what helps us to endure the time it takes to find new life.
Hope is what holds us when we have been betrayed or hurt by someone. Hope is what helps us to get up in the morning when the prospects for our life are dim and disappointing. Hope is what helps us face old age and death.
Hope is the energy that keeps us gentle and loving, reaching out far beyond our capacities with care and solidarity for others. Hope is not dependent on day-by-day experiences; rather it depends on God.
Hope is a gift. This gift is always looking for the small crack in our heart where it may find entry.
Hope is rooted in God’s never failing love, in trust and confidence that God will never, ever abandon us. People might abandon us; history might; life at times might. But never God!
Christmas, thus, is the celebration of a very human faith becoming hope. Faith-hope lies in tenderness, play, good will, and life.
May the Christ child whom you meet tonight grace you with the faith and hope that will accompany you this Christmas-tide and always. May the Christ child gift you the gift of joy and wonder in all God’s works. And may you be blessed this Christmas Eve and always.
END NOTES
1 Adapted from Nathan Mitchell (CSB, 31) and Leonardo Boff.
2 Archbishop Oscar Romero, Christmas 1977.
3 http://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/opinions/when-in-doubt-an-atheists-christmas/article1406082/--/
4 http://www.rutlandherald.com/article/20091224/OPINION01/ 912240336/1038/OPINION01
5 Romero, 25.12.1977
6 Walter Burghardt…
Christmas at Trinity
Here are just a couple of photographs of the church and chapel just before Christmas.
The chapel was set up Christmas Eve afternoon for a baptism.
Often by the icons of John Henry Hopkins and the Blessed Virgin Mary, one finds a lit candle, a symbol of prayer.
The church ready for Christmas Eve.... taken in the morning of the 24th.
Though a little blurry, the photo shows the high altar with its lace frontal.
The photos are all a bit light-struck but at least it was sunny and clear Christmas Eve!
The chapel was set up Christmas Eve afternoon for a baptism.
Often by the icons of John Henry Hopkins and the Blessed Virgin Mary, one finds a lit candle, a symbol of prayer.
The church ready for Christmas Eve.... taken in the morning of the 24th.
Though a little blurry, the photo shows the high altar with its lace frontal.
The photos are all a bit light-struck but at least it was sunny and clear Christmas Eve!
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Advent 4C
It seems as though the closer we get to Christmas, the more familiar the texts get. This morning we hear a passage from the gospel of Luke that is particularly dear…. Mary’s proclamation of God’s might and love in the hymn we call the Magnificat, known by its first Latin word which means ‘proclaims.’
Even before spending fourteen-plus years at a church called Saint Mary’s, the Magnificat had a special place in my heart. More than twenty years ago at Trinity, Princeton, a small group of us used get together early Wednesday morning to pray Morning Prayer in Spanish. We always used to say the Magnificat because it seemed to connect us with the peoples of Central and South America and their struggles. Even now I can begin the Magnificat in Spanish — Proclama mi alma la grandeza del Señor…. Now, all these years and experiences later, the song continues to grow in its personal associations.
But, in fact, the Magnificat — a canticle that we say or sing usually at Evening Prayer, a hymn that one hears in a traditional Lessons and Carols on Christmas Eve — is a radical hymn. In one of those great paradoxes of our tradition, this hymn that is so well-known for its beauty is also underestimated for its force.
The Magnificat praises the power, the holiness and the mercy of God, the God whom Mary calls Lord and Saviour. It does not appear to tell her story, the one we so often hear of the young virgin who humbly and obediently submits to God’s desire that she be the bearer of the Son of the Most High.
Or does it tell her story? Does it give us a different picture of Mary, a picture often lost behind the imagery of a young girl, a virgin who knows her lowly place?
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Only Matthew and Luke relate stories of the birth of Jesus, and only Luke tells us that Mary was actually informed of God’s intentions. Interestingly, after all the erudite language of the beginning of the gospel of Luke, when we get to the Magnificat, the language shifts — as though we were to go from using Elizabethan to conversational English. Also, unlike all the historical detail that we heard in the events surrounding the arrival of John the Baptist, historical accuracy is strangely lacking from Luke’s description of the encounter between Mary and Elizabeth. He moves from the realm of historical reporting to telling a story imbued with mystery and wonder.
As a sign that ‘nothing will be impossible with God,’ the angel Gabriel tells Mary about the pregnancy of her barren relative, Elizabeth. The angel departs, and Mary hurries off to Elizabeth, whose child, John the Baptist, leaps in her womb at the sound of Mary’s voice. Elizabeth blesses Mary as the mother of her Lord and for her faith in the truth of the message she has heard. Mary responds to Elizabeth with the words of the Magnificat: ‘My soul magnifies the Lord, and my Spirit rejoices in God my Saviour, for God has looked with favor on the lowliness of his servant. Surely, from now on all generations will call me blessed, for the Mighty One has done great things for me, and holy is God’s name….’
This rare New Testament psalm of praise can be divided into three parts: first, a personal thanksgiving for God’s actions for Mary; second, praise for God’s acts to all, and third, praise for God’s acts for the people of Israel.
Mary’s praise comes from deep within; her soul extols God her Saviour, the God who brings not only her but Israel out of bondage into right relationship with one another and with God. God the Mighty One will raise up those who are cast down and nourish those who are starving. She then considers God’s mercy — that loyal, faithful, gracious love that God has had in covenant with God’s people throughout time. The Magnificat itself is remarkable as a hymn of praise that is full of joy for God’s actions. It seems so fitting that the God-bearer, Mary, should be the one to proclaim these words even as she stands on the turning point of the ages.
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The power of Mary’s words that always shake me to my roots and make me question how well I am doing as a follower of Jesus, her son. If I pray the Magnificat, verse by verse, and imagine myself in Mary’s place, how do these verses resonate within my heart? So, walk with me for a moment in a reflection on this hymn.
My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord, my spirit rejoices in God my Saviour; *
for you have looked with favor on your lowly servant.
How well do I proclaim God’s greatness? Even in those moments of uncertainty, when it seems that God is asking me to do something impossible, when life seems to be asking too much of me, is my spirit able to rejoice honestly, openly, truly, thankfully in God my saviour?
From this day all generations will call me blessed: *
the Almighty has done great things for me, and holy is your Name.
How well am I able to acknowledge the great things that God has done for me, and praise God’s holy name? When things seem to be too much, am I still able to praise God? (I always think of the story of a homeless woman in Boston, who still prays every morning: Thank you, God, because I woke up this morning.)
You have mercy on those who fear you *
in every generation.
Do I recognise the mercy God has had upon me? How God has forgiven me the wrongs I have done, the wrongs I still do, and the pardon extended to me that will always be there even before I ask? Can I recognise that that same mercy is extended to others, even those with whom I am still not in right relationship? Can I give thanks that God’s mercy is there for all?
You have shown the strength of your arm, *
you have scattered the proud in their conceit.
How honest am I in acknowledging that I, too, am one of the proud? When do I need to be taken down a peg or two? When do I need to be knocked off my high horse of self-righteousness? When do I acknowledge that, in the words of James Wendon Johnson, my arm is too short to box with God?
You have cast down the mighty from their thrones, *
and have lifted up the lowly.
When have I been one of the mighty cast down from my throne and when have I been one of the lowly that God has lifted up out of graciousness and compassion? Am I able to see that I can be both on a throne and lowly? Regardless my status, can I trust in God’s mercy and guidance and grow from the place in which I am and the place where I might end up?
You have filled the hungry with good things, *
and the rich you have sent away empty.
How have I, as a Christian, helped fill the hungry with good things? How have I helped bring about the great reversal of which Mary spoke, the turning-upside-down of the status quo so that reconciliation and restoration might come about? How have I, in Jesus’ name, worked toward the elimination of suffering and the advancement of peace, toward the creation of a world where the lamb shall lie down with the lion?
You have come to the help of your servant Israel, *
for you have remembered your promise of mercy,
The promise you made to our forebears, *
to Abraham and his children for ever.
Will I, with every breath I have, as long as I shall live, remember God’s promises and do my best to convey to others the good news of salvation?
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Since we have four days this fourth week of Advent, and therefore a little time to rest with Mary’s song of praise, I encourage you to pray the Magnificat (canticle 3 and 15, found in Morning Prayer) these approaching days and then throughout the course of the year, examining your own heart in light of these prescient words. May it become a constant prayer of yours as it has for me.
My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord; my spirit rejoices in God my saviour….
Even before spending fourteen-plus years at a church called Saint Mary’s, the Magnificat had a special place in my heart. More than twenty years ago at Trinity, Princeton, a small group of us used get together early Wednesday morning to pray Morning Prayer in Spanish. We always used to say the Magnificat because it seemed to connect us with the peoples of Central and South America and their struggles. Even now I can begin the Magnificat in Spanish — Proclama mi alma la grandeza del Señor…. Now, all these years and experiences later, the song continues to grow in its personal associations.
But, in fact, the Magnificat — a canticle that we say or sing usually at Evening Prayer, a hymn that one hears in a traditional Lessons and Carols on Christmas Eve — is a radical hymn. In one of those great paradoxes of our tradition, this hymn that is so well-known for its beauty is also underestimated for its force.
The Magnificat praises the power, the holiness and the mercy of God, the God whom Mary calls Lord and Saviour. It does not appear to tell her story, the one we so often hear of the young virgin who humbly and obediently submits to God’s desire that she be the bearer of the Son of the Most High.
Or does it tell her story? Does it give us a different picture of Mary, a picture often lost behind the imagery of a young girl, a virgin who knows her lowly place?
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Only Matthew and Luke relate stories of the birth of Jesus, and only Luke tells us that Mary was actually informed of God’s intentions. Interestingly, after all the erudite language of the beginning of the gospel of Luke, when we get to the Magnificat, the language shifts — as though we were to go from using Elizabethan to conversational English. Also, unlike all the historical detail that we heard in the events surrounding the arrival of John the Baptist, historical accuracy is strangely lacking from Luke’s description of the encounter between Mary and Elizabeth. He moves from the realm of historical reporting to telling a story imbued with mystery and wonder.
As a sign that ‘nothing will be impossible with God,’ the angel Gabriel tells Mary about the pregnancy of her barren relative, Elizabeth. The angel departs, and Mary hurries off to Elizabeth, whose child, John the Baptist, leaps in her womb at the sound of Mary’s voice. Elizabeth blesses Mary as the mother of her Lord and for her faith in the truth of the message she has heard. Mary responds to Elizabeth with the words of the Magnificat: ‘My soul magnifies the Lord, and my Spirit rejoices in God my Saviour, for God has looked with favor on the lowliness of his servant. Surely, from now on all generations will call me blessed, for the Mighty One has done great things for me, and holy is God’s name….’
This rare New Testament psalm of praise can be divided into three parts: first, a personal thanksgiving for God’s actions for Mary; second, praise for God’s acts to all, and third, praise for God’s acts for the people of Israel.
Mary’s praise comes from deep within; her soul extols God her Saviour, the God who brings not only her but Israel out of bondage into right relationship with one another and with God. God the Mighty One will raise up those who are cast down and nourish those who are starving. She then considers God’s mercy — that loyal, faithful, gracious love that God has had in covenant with God’s people throughout time. The Magnificat itself is remarkable as a hymn of praise that is full of joy for God’s actions. It seems so fitting that the God-bearer, Mary, should be the one to proclaim these words even as she stands on the turning point of the ages.
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The power of Mary’s words that always shake me to my roots and make me question how well I am doing as a follower of Jesus, her son. If I pray the Magnificat, verse by verse, and imagine myself in Mary’s place, how do these verses resonate within my heart? So, walk with me for a moment in a reflection on this hymn.
My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord, my spirit rejoices in God my Saviour; *
for you have looked with favor on your lowly servant.
How well do I proclaim God’s greatness? Even in those moments of uncertainty, when it seems that God is asking me to do something impossible, when life seems to be asking too much of me, is my spirit able to rejoice honestly, openly, truly, thankfully in God my saviour?
From this day all generations will call me blessed: *
the Almighty has done great things for me, and holy is your Name.
How well am I able to acknowledge the great things that God has done for me, and praise God’s holy name? When things seem to be too much, am I still able to praise God? (I always think of the story of a homeless woman in Boston, who still prays every morning: Thank you, God, because I woke up this morning.)
You have mercy on those who fear you *
in every generation.
Do I recognise the mercy God has had upon me? How God has forgiven me the wrongs I have done, the wrongs I still do, and the pardon extended to me that will always be there even before I ask? Can I recognise that that same mercy is extended to others, even those with whom I am still not in right relationship? Can I give thanks that God’s mercy is there for all?
You have shown the strength of your arm, *
you have scattered the proud in their conceit.
How honest am I in acknowledging that I, too, am one of the proud? When do I need to be taken down a peg or two? When do I need to be knocked off my high horse of self-righteousness? When do I acknowledge that, in the words of James Wendon Johnson, my arm is too short to box with God?
You have cast down the mighty from their thrones, *
and have lifted up the lowly.
When have I been one of the mighty cast down from my throne and when have I been one of the lowly that God has lifted up out of graciousness and compassion? Am I able to see that I can be both on a throne and lowly? Regardless my status, can I trust in God’s mercy and guidance and grow from the place in which I am and the place where I might end up?
You have filled the hungry with good things, *
and the rich you have sent away empty.
How have I, as a Christian, helped fill the hungry with good things? How have I helped bring about the great reversal of which Mary spoke, the turning-upside-down of the status quo so that reconciliation and restoration might come about? How have I, in Jesus’ name, worked toward the elimination of suffering and the advancement of peace, toward the creation of a world where the lamb shall lie down with the lion?
You have come to the help of your servant Israel, *
for you have remembered your promise of mercy,
The promise you made to our forebears, *
to Abraham and his children for ever.
Will I, with every breath I have, as long as I shall live, remember God’s promises and do my best to convey to others the good news of salvation?
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Since we have four days this fourth week of Advent, and therefore a little time to rest with Mary’s song of praise, I encourage you to pray the Magnificat (canticle 3 and 15, found in Morning Prayer) these approaching days and then throughout the course of the year, examining your own heart in light of these prescient words. May it become a constant prayer of yours as it has for me.
My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord; my spirit rejoices in God my saviour….
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Advent 3C
Every time I go to El Salvador, the earth speaks. Salvadorans like for the earth to talk; the more it does, the less they have to worry about some huge earthquake destroying their country. The capitol city, San Salvador, is called the valley of hammocks because there are so many earthquakes that the valley sways back and forth, gently and not gently, like a hammock.
Though I have felt little ones off and on, the one that sticks with me the most is one that woke me up in October 2005. I was on the fifth floor of a hotel in downtown San Salvador. It’s a concrete building, nothing elegant, but a homey place I like because I have stayed there over the years. I went to bed that night, and fell asleep quickly. But then, in the middle of the night, I heard creaking, lots of creaking. It took this New Englander a bit of time to realise that the creaking, coming from a concrete building, was the building swaying in an earthquake. Adrenaline shot up my spine, as it always does when I realise it is an earthquake waking me up, as though someone is viciously shaking my bed. I thought this time as I listened to the squeaking and creaking, ‘Well, if the hotel collapses, at least I am on the top floor.’
The earthquake quickly subsided. Later on the next day, when I checked with my Salvadoran friends if this was something about which I should have been concerned (I always want to make sure I am not being hyper sensitive about earthquakes), I learned that it had been a quake of 5+ degrees on the Richter scale and, yes, they felt it, too. It was a surprise gesture to wake me up. And it did!
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This earthquake was so like John the Baptiser. He came shaking up things, shouting insulting words at the people, shattering the ways they normally thought about their world.
John’s ministry was meant to wake folks up. ‘You brood of vipers, sons and daughters of venomous snakes… who warned you to flee from the wrath to come?’ Off he goes on a verbal tear, excoriating those listening to him — not exactly what we would call newcomer welcoming. The gospel reading then ends with one of the most ironic lines to be found: ‘With other such exhortations,’ it says, ‘John preached Good News to the people.’ The same verb Luke uses to characterise the Baptist’s preaching is used later of the angel’s proclamation to the shepherds as well as at the end of Luke’s story when the risen Jesus tells the gathered disciples that ‘repentance and forgiveness of sins is to be proclaimed in Christ’s name to all nations, beginning from Jerusalem.’ John is the precursor of much good news that will follow.
Today I want to preach some good news, hopefully in a less vitriolic fashion, but good news, which begins with hard news. The hard news is that to become open to the good news of God's love, to be prepared to welcome anew the Christ-child into our hearts, into our world, we have to deal with the reality that our hearts and world are unprepared and even closed for this gift.
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Part of the preparation begins with repentance, that need to turn ourselves around so that we begin a different journey, a journey that finds energy and hope through forgiveness and rebirth, spiritually. We live in a time in which people are doggedly, earnestly plowing along on their ways, but without much hope, without much joy. Our journeys leave us empty of meaning and of happiness. We fill our days with busyness and with things we accumulate, to keep us from facing the hard truth, the truth that spiritually we are dry. We are wanderers, not pilgrims. And that realisation is difficult to acknowledge. How else do we understand the orgy this season of buying things, often beyond our means, if not that it is an expression of the passionate desire to love and be loved, as it tries to fill empty spaces in our lives?
Often it takes some earthquakes to wake us up, to remind us that there is something more to life, something more for which to journey.
How, then, is a call to repentance good news? How can a call to right living be heard as the gospel? For Luke, repentance and reformation are nothing less than what God has always wanted for human life. Right living is the only evidence of one’s trust in God.
So our question is, ‘Well, then, what should we do?
We can look at our lives and figure out how we can turn them around. Those places in our lives, those crooked, wandering paths of spiritual scoliosis that lead us up and down, in our relationships with one another, with the world about us, with God, — those are sites we must examine to see where we have gone astray. When we find the place that troubles us, we need to ask God’s forgiveness, the forgiveness of any of the parties involved, when possible, and of ourselves. Though we may fail again, we must try anew to follow the Great Commandment of loving God and neighbour alike.
How do we reform our lives? Of all times of the year, when the outside world is inviting us to spend beyond our means, when our schedules are leading us at a frenzied pace, it is so easy to lose sight of what this season is all about. It is about preparing our hearts expectantly, joyously for the coming of Christ, God’s ultimate spendthrift gift of love. We are invited during this season of preparation to look at our lives and see where our priorities might be out of whack with how we want to live our lives. Finding that, then we can try anew to have God at the centre of our lives with everything we do and are flowing from that centre.
What is right living for each one of us? Right living — something very difficult to do sometimes — is finding God in every one we meet, every one with whom we have a relationship. It is mending those places in our relationships that may have gotten a little frayed, a little torn. It is tending to those persons and places in our lives that need nurturing. It is respecting others and our selves. With God at the centre of our lives, we are given the strength and the wisdom to know how to do this — we need not be afraid, for God will show us how. We just need to trust.
A prayer from New Guinea says: Oil the hinges of my heart’s door that it may swing gently and easily to welcome your coming.
Yes, may those rusty hinges of your and my hearts’ doors, shaken up by the earthquake of the good news of reconciliation, burst wide open to greet the Christ child who is coming near soon…very soon.
Though I have felt little ones off and on, the one that sticks with me the most is one that woke me up in October 2005. I was on the fifth floor of a hotel in downtown San Salvador. It’s a concrete building, nothing elegant, but a homey place I like because I have stayed there over the years. I went to bed that night, and fell asleep quickly. But then, in the middle of the night, I heard creaking, lots of creaking. It took this New Englander a bit of time to realise that the creaking, coming from a concrete building, was the building swaying in an earthquake. Adrenaline shot up my spine, as it always does when I realise it is an earthquake waking me up, as though someone is viciously shaking my bed. I thought this time as I listened to the squeaking and creaking, ‘Well, if the hotel collapses, at least I am on the top floor.’
The earthquake quickly subsided. Later on the next day, when I checked with my Salvadoran friends if this was something about which I should have been concerned (I always want to make sure I am not being hyper sensitive about earthquakes), I learned that it had been a quake of 5+ degrees on the Richter scale and, yes, they felt it, too. It was a surprise gesture to wake me up. And it did!
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This earthquake was so like John the Baptiser. He came shaking up things, shouting insulting words at the people, shattering the ways they normally thought about their world.
John’s ministry was meant to wake folks up. ‘You brood of vipers, sons and daughters of venomous snakes… who warned you to flee from the wrath to come?’ Off he goes on a verbal tear, excoriating those listening to him — not exactly what we would call newcomer welcoming. The gospel reading then ends with one of the most ironic lines to be found: ‘With other such exhortations,’ it says, ‘John preached Good News to the people.’ The same verb Luke uses to characterise the Baptist’s preaching is used later of the angel’s proclamation to the shepherds as well as at the end of Luke’s story when the risen Jesus tells the gathered disciples that ‘repentance and forgiveness of sins is to be proclaimed in Christ’s name to all nations, beginning from Jerusalem.’ John is the precursor of much good news that will follow.
Today I want to preach some good news, hopefully in a less vitriolic fashion, but good news, which begins with hard news. The hard news is that to become open to the good news of God's love, to be prepared to welcome anew the Christ-child into our hearts, into our world, we have to deal with the reality that our hearts and world are unprepared and even closed for this gift.
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Part of the preparation begins with repentance, that need to turn ourselves around so that we begin a different journey, a journey that finds energy and hope through forgiveness and rebirth, spiritually. We live in a time in which people are doggedly, earnestly plowing along on their ways, but without much hope, without much joy. Our journeys leave us empty of meaning and of happiness. We fill our days with busyness and with things we accumulate, to keep us from facing the hard truth, the truth that spiritually we are dry. We are wanderers, not pilgrims. And that realisation is difficult to acknowledge. How else do we understand the orgy this season of buying things, often beyond our means, if not that it is an expression of the passionate desire to love and be loved, as it tries to fill empty spaces in our lives?
Often it takes some earthquakes to wake us up, to remind us that there is something more to life, something more for which to journey.
How, then, is a call to repentance good news? How can a call to right living be heard as the gospel? For Luke, repentance and reformation are nothing less than what God has always wanted for human life. Right living is the only evidence of one’s trust in God.
So our question is, ‘Well, then, what should we do?
We can look at our lives and figure out how we can turn them around. Those places in our lives, those crooked, wandering paths of spiritual scoliosis that lead us up and down, in our relationships with one another, with the world about us, with God, — those are sites we must examine to see where we have gone astray. When we find the place that troubles us, we need to ask God’s forgiveness, the forgiveness of any of the parties involved, when possible, and of ourselves. Though we may fail again, we must try anew to follow the Great Commandment of loving God and neighbour alike.
How do we reform our lives? Of all times of the year, when the outside world is inviting us to spend beyond our means, when our schedules are leading us at a frenzied pace, it is so easy to lose sight of what this season is all about. It is about preparing our hearts expectantly, joyously for the coming of Christ, God’s ultimate spendthrift gift of love. We are invited during this season of preparation to look at our lives and see where our priorities might be out of whack with how we want to live our lives. Finding that, then we can try anew to have God at the centre of our lives with everything we do and are flowing from that centre.
What is right living for each one of us? Right living — something very difficult to do sometimes — is finding God in every one we meet, every one with whom we have a relationship. It is mending those places in our relationships that may have gotten a little frayed, a little torn. It is tending to those persons and places in our lives that need nurturing. It is respecting others and our selves. With God at the centre of our lives, we are given the strength and the wisdom to know how to do this — we need not be afraid, for God will show us how. We just need to trust.
A prayer from New Guinea says: Oil the hinges of my heart’s door that it may swing gently and easily to welcome your coming.
Yes, may those rusty hinges of your and my hearts’ doors, shaken up by the earthquake of the good news of reconciliation, burst wide open to greet the Christ child who is coming near soon…very soon.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
More snow photos!
Today's snow storm slowed things down but did not shut down the church.
Chapel entrance
Main tower in the snow
Far right door which used to lead into the 'war chapel,' that is, a space open for prayer during WWII (if I have that correct)
East side with memorial garden
Inside the chapel ready for the Wednesday noon Eucharist
Chapel entrance
Main tower in the snow
Far right door which used to lead into the 'war chapel,' that is, a space open for prayer during WWII (if I have that correct)
East side with memorial garden
Inside the chapel ready for the Wednesday noon Eucharist
Monday, December 7, 2009
Advent 2C
Advent 2C • 6 December 2009
Have you ever been on the highway in a snow storm when the snow is coming down hard, hard and someone goes barreling by you, churning up an egg-beater type cloud of snow, so dense that for a few minutes, you can’t see anything at all? And you are in one of those moments of driving blind, not having any idea where you are on the road, where the edge of the road is, whether you are going up or down or whether you’ll emerge from the cloud intact? This feeling is frightening and sometimes awesome. It almost certainly reminds me of my fragility and smallness in creation and how much I need to depend on God. That’s one way of experiencing wilderness, Vermont-style, even if it is created by the confluence of weather and human behaviour.
But then there’s the real wilderness, the desert (which, in the time and place of the writing of Luke’s gospel, were fairly synonymous). Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, in Night Flight, wrote so beautifully of the desert in evocative and eloquent words, depicting its stillness, its coldness in the middle of the night… and the isolation and desolation so often felt there.
A more contemporary writer, Rabbi Michael Comins describes the desert thusly:
First and foremost, the desert is a dangerous place. Like Hagar or Elijah, you can easily lose the way, finish your water and find yourself facing collapse in a few short hours. Or you might fall prey to desert bandits. To be in the desert is to lack personal security.
The word for the desert is extreme. Since there are seldom clouds to block the sun during the day or hold the heat at night, and moderating oceans are far away, thirty and forty degree temperature swings are the norm. If the day is pleasant, the night is too cold. If the night is temperate, the daytime heat will melt your candy bar, and perhaps your equilibrium. Light is too intense for comfort. The sun blinds, dehydrates, kills. You’ll never see a Bedouin resting in the sun.
In the desert, you get down to essentials. Water, shade and a bit more water. The body wants little food. A heavy pack draws moisture from your body, which evaporates so fast, you might not even notice that you are sweating.
The desert, in short, is a place where people are tested physically, and thus spiritually. If you don’t know which canyons still have pools from the last rain or the secret water holes of the desert people, hope and confidence evaporate.
The desert can be mentally trying even when the body is not under duress. Quite often the horizon is a straight line. Indistinguishable washes, endless plains, the hot wind. Nothing to cling to. Nowhere to go.
Infinite space; infinite fear.
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And infinite possibility. The only center is the center within, and so one looks inward. The desert is a place to become as straight as the horizon, as sharp as a thorn. Learn to live with little. Learn to live in light so bright that nothing in your soul can remain hidden. Learn to live at risk.
The contract reads: courage required.
No exceptions.
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The truth is that life everywhere is just as extreme as it is in the desert. Only we do our best to believe that it isn’t, and in civilization, we can easily delude ourselves into thinking that we’re getting away with it.
The desert does not indulge those who cannot tell reality from a mirage. …Pretense is not an option.
The desert is one of God’s most precious gifts.
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It is into this sort of environment that I imagine John the baptiser wandering. And it was this sort of inner introspection and searching in which his call to repentance invited followers to engage. John’s words of repentance would have been familiar to his listeners—there was the daily changing one’s mind, understood either by the Hebrew shuv or the Greek μετανοια. But, in the religious context, the words took on the meaning of ‘broadening the horizons, transformation of experience, reform of life.’ In the Judaic mind, which would have been that of John’s time, though not necessarily that of the gentile audience the writer of Luke’s gospel intended, turning to God meant turning away from ways that are disobedient or displeasing to God. By turning to God, the person would obtain forgiveness of sins. John does not explain clearly what he means by this forgiveness, but a close analogy would be ‘forgiveness of debts.’ Any peasant would understand that notion since they lived in debt all the time. By turning to God, one might just have those debts forgiven.
John quotes Isaiah 40.3-5, yet another sign of his serving as a transitional figure between the Hebrew prophets and the new prophet, Jesus the Christ. He speaks of straightening out crooked (the Greek being scoliosis, a word we know from bent spines) roads, making new what was old. More important, however, is the continuation of a pattern common in Luke, where he introduces a phrase from the Hebrew Scriptures with the anticipation that its meaning will be fulfilled by Jesus. In this case, Luke uses Isaiah to anticipate Jesus as the saviour who will bring people out of their exile. The way people will be brought out of exile, be it the spiritual wilderness or desert or any other form of exile, is through God’s intervention. God will clear away all the obstacles in the way of God’s people, particularly the low and humble. But to be a part of this path, one must be ready of heart.
We normally think of Lent as our time of journeying in the desert or wilderness. That it is. But Advent, even with its emphasis on preparation and celebration, also invites us to those rough places in our lives, where the roads are very crooked.
It takes courage to set off on a journey to the desert, especially the desert of the heart and soul. It takes courage to be baptised in the waters of life because by so doing, we are affirming that we will embark on a life-journey of repentance and forgiveness of sins. Much of our life may be spent in the desert, where living does not come cheaply.
Today we will be baptising (at the late service) three people, Leah, Michael and Isabella, two youth and an infant. We will be launching them on this journey to the desert and beyond. It is an awesome, fearsome event, but one that is done in community with all of our help and guidance.
No matter how awesome and fearsome the spiritual vastness of the wilderness or the desert might seem, we must trust that God is walking with us, carrying us when necessary, and making clear the path. No matter how much gets churned up in front of us, obscuring our vision, we must remember the gift of reconciliation and forgiveness that has already been given to us.
John the baptiser has called us today to set off on our journey, to repent, to turn anew to God, and to live without pretence. There’s not much time between now and the nativity of our saviour Christ, so we’d best be on our way.
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Michael Comins, ‘The Spiritual Desert,’ www.torahtreks.com.
Snowy Second Sunday in Advent
Here are a few photographs taken quickly before the 8.00 service yesterday morning.
Strategically placed so as to avoid the spotlight in the foreground.
'Open the doors of righteousness....' (Psalm 118)
Trinity turrets
It's a little unclear but that is a big crow up on the right-hand cross of the tower.
The Episcopal Church Welcomes YOU!
Strategically placed so as to avoid the spotlight in the foreground.
'Open the doors of righteousness....' (Psalm 118)
Trinity turrets
It's a little unclear but that is a big crow up on the right-hand cross of the tower.
The Episcopal Church Welcomes YOU!
Monday, November 30, 2009
Art Auction photos
The art auction Sunday 29 November was a resounding success! Many, many thanks to all who made it the success it was.
Some of the items for sale in the parlor. Elizabeth's hooked rug is on display in the window.
More items on display in the front parlor.
Sallie readies an item for sale.
The living room before the preview party and auction.
Getting tickets at the door from Bryony.
Jim provides elegant music on the harpsichord during the preview party
Rich and Meliss make sure everyone has enough to drink and eat during the preview party
And the kitchen crew, Elaine, Cherry and Helen (not in picture) keep things cooking
Jill, Al and Pam spend a moment in the sitting room during the preview party
As do Barbara and Sue
'Going once, going twice, going twice and a half... going, gone to 637!' Tom does a terrific job as auctioneer inspiring people to buy, buy, buy
The crowd enjoys the auction
We raised a goodly amount for our mission. To one and all, many thanks!
Some of the items for sale in the parlor. Elizabeth's hooked rug is on display in the window.
More items on display in the front parlor.
Sallie readies an item for sale.
The living room before the preview party and auction.
Getting tickets at the door from Bryony.
Jim provides elegant music on the harpsichord during the preview party
Rich and Meliss make sure everyone has enough to drink and eat during the preview party
And the kitchen crew, Elaine, Cherry and Helen (not in picture) keep things cooking
Jill, Al and Pam spend a moment in the sitting room during the preview party
As do Barbara and Sue
'Going once, going twice, going twice and a half... going, gone to 637!' Tom does a terrific job as auctioneer inspiring people to buy, buy, buy
The crowd enjoys the auction
We raised a goodly amount for our mission. To one and all, many thanks!
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Art Auction this Sunday!!!
Come to the office today to buy your tickets ($15/one, $25/two). Here is a sample of what is up for sale....
Narcissus
Abstracat
Winter Solstice
We've got paintings, paintings galore, a beautiful hooked rug and more photography.
The event begins at 3.30 PM at the Governor's House across the street from the Rutland Country Club. Music with James Cassarino at the harpsichord and wine and cheese will entertain you during the preview. And at 5.00 Tom Heubner will begin to auction off these wonders.
Proceeds will go to support Trinity's mission and outreach.
Bring your family and friends!
Narcissus
Abstracat
Winter Solstice
We've got paintings, paintings galore, a beautiful hooked rug and more photography.
The event begins at 3.30 PM at the Governor's House across the street from the Rutland Country Club. Music with James Cassarino at the harpsichord and wine and cheese will entertain you during the preview. And at 5.00 Tom Heubner will begin to auction off these wonders.
Proceeds will go to support Trinity's mission and outreach.
Bring your family and friends!
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Christ the King Sunday
Remember that tomorrow, 22 November, Christ the King Sunday, we have ONE service at 9.30, followed by our Thanksgiving supper.
Don't forget to bring your pledge card for the ingathering as well as your United Thank Offering box of envelope or a check to write during the liturgy for the UTO.
Most of all, bring a friend, yourself and give thanks to God.
Don't forget to bring your pledge card for the ingathering as well as your United Thank Offering box of envelope or a check to write during the liturgy for the UTO.
Most of all, bring a friend, yourself and give thanks to God.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Quick and Easy — Know the Difference Between Cold and H1N1 Flu Symptoms
FEVER: rarely present in a cold; usually present with the flu (in up to 80% of all flu cases). A temperature of 100 F or higher for 3 to 4 days is associated with the flu.
COUGHING: A hacking, productive (mucus-producing) cough is often present with a cold. A non-productive (non-mucus producing) cough is usually present with the flu (sometimes referred to as dry cough).
ACHES: Slight body aches and pains can be part of a cold. Severe aches and pains are common with the flu.
STUFFY NOSE: Stuffy nose is common with a cold and usually goes away on its own within a week. Stuffy nose is uncommon with the flu.
CHILLS: Chills are uncommon with a cold. 60% of people commonly experience chills.
TIREDNESS: Tiredness is fairly mild with a cold. Tiredness is moderate to severe with the flu.
SNEEZING: Sneezing is common with a cold. Sneezing is not common with the flu.
SUDDEN SYMPTOMS: Symptoms tend to develop over a few days with a cold. Symptoms rapid onset within 3-6 hours. Hit hard and may have high fever, aches, and pains.
HEADACHE: Fairly uncommon with a cold. Very common with the flu, present 80% of the time.
SORE THROAT: Commonly present with a cold. Not commonly present with the flu.
CHEST DISCOMFORT: Mild to moderate with a cold. Often severe with the flu.
COUGHING: A hacking, productive (mucus-producing) cough is often present with a cold. A non-productive (non-mucus producing) cough is usually present with the flu (sometimes referred to as dry cough).
ACHES: Slight body aches and pains can be part of a cold. Severe aches and pains are common with the flu.
STUFFY NOSE: Stuffy nose is common with a cold and usually goes away on its own within a week. Stuffy nose is uncommon with the flu.
CHILLS: Chills are uncommon with a cold. 60% of people commonly experience chills.
TIREDNESS: Tiredness is fairly mild with a cold. Tiredness is moderate to severe with the flu.
SNEEZING: Sneezing is common with a cold. Sneezing is not common with the flu.
SUDDEN SYMPTOMS: Symptoms tend to develop over a few days with a cold. Symptoms rapid onset within 3-6 hours. Hit hard and may have high fever, aches, and pains.
HEADACHE: Fairly uncommon with a cold. Very common with the flu, present 80% of the time.
SORE THROAT: Commonly present with a cold. Not commonly present with the flu.
CHEST DISCOMFORT: Mild to moderate with a cold. Often severe with the flu.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
All Saints' Day
Second only to Easter, All Saints’ Day is my favourite feast day of the year. While our Sunday lectionary calendar provides for our continuing in the cycle of readings from the gospel according to Mark, I cannot imagine skipping our yearly remembrance of all the saints who have gone before us.
When All Saints’ Day lands on a weekday, my custom is to have an evening liturgy. It might help to picture this church the way it is on Christmas Eve or the eve of the Great Vigil of Easter, but without all the poinsettia or flowers. It’s different going to church at night — you don’t have sunlight beaming in here through the stained glass windows, instead, you are aware of the walls that surround you as you sit here and you see light from outside the church. Perhaps diminishing the sense of sight heightens the other senses so that they are more receptive to entering into the Holy.
So, every year we will gather on All Saints’ night, even if it lands on a Saturday, and spend time in a very holy space, that place between heaven and earth. On All Saints’ night, the separation between heaven and earth disappears and for a brief time, we encounter the ages — almost like staring up into a starry sky and feeling oneself carried away into the vastness of the heavens — the way it seems in the fall driving up I-89 from Bethel on Route 107 and feeling as though I could drive right up into the Big Dipper.
Someone once commented to me after an All Saints’ Day service that took place at night that she’d never realised how much of a vigil All Saints’ is when observed at night. We then talked about the inclusion in the eucharistic prayer of names of those who have died. She wanted to know if we only include the names of those who have died in the past year, since last All Saints’ Day. I answered no, it is anyone that people wish to remember. She then mused, What would it be like if we had 200 names and stayed up all night remembering them? I replied, Then we would stay up all night because when we come to the eucharist and particularly that of All Saints, we enter into God’s time and space and it doesn’t matter if it takes three hours to say everyone’s name. If praying for those people meant keeping a true vigil, so be it, all the better. I would hope that some day, someone will include my name in such a prayer list and it will be read in the company of all the other saints.
All Saints marks, in the larger picture, a vigil, in which we participate by the very fact that we live today in the here and now and wait for the promises of heaven tomorrow. Our evening eucharists on All Saints’ night may drive home the notion of vigil — staying up — but we are engaged in a life-long vigil, one that starts at the moment of our baptism and ends at the moment of our death.
By saying so publicly, I may risk a reprimand because there’s nothing anywhere I know that permits or suggests the following practice: at the time of someone’s death, I have taken to anointing them with the oil of chrismation (we use two different oils — one that is blessed for healing and one for baptisms and ordinations). Some will argue that sacraments are only for the living and my anointing a body is improper. But I do so, with the prayer that we will all remember that the newly dead was baptised in water and marked and sealed as Christ’s own for ever. His or her vigil of reaching the ‘for ever’ part of the journey may have ended, but we who still live in the here and now need to be reminded of that resurrection moment promised at baptism.
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But how do we get from here to there? As Thomas asks so poignantly in John’s gospel, often read at the burial office, ‘But Lord, how will we know the way?’ Jesus answers him, ‘I am the Way, the Truth and the Life.’ Those words are lovely, but don’t necessarily give us specifics.
So, I turn to the Beatitudes, the text that is appointed for All Saints’ Day. Those ‘blessed be’s provide a wonderful road for us and they offer us a necessary moral compass and source of values.
The Beatitudes I am about to read come from Chilean church workers. At the retreat yesterday with the Daughters of the King, we reflected on these Beatitudes.
Blessed are the poor, not the penniless, but those whose hearts are free,
Blessed are the meek, not the soft, but those who are patient and tolerant.
Blessed are the merciful, not those who forget, but those who forgive.
Blessed are the pure in heart, not those who act like angels, but those whose lives are transparent.
Blessed are the peacemakers, not those who shun conflict, but those who face it squarely.
Blessed are those are persecuted for justice, not because they suffer, but because they love.
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If we are people of Christ, then we are people of the beatitudes. And if we are people of the Beatitudes, then we are people…
whose hearts are free,
who are patient and tolerant,
who forgive,
who are transparent,
who face conflict squarely,
and who love for justice’s sake.
If the Beatitudes do not provide enough of a compass, then we have the baptismal covenant. These vows become the outline of a life lived wholly and holy. Living fully the baptismal covenant in our daily life demands our life, our soul, our all. All of us — lay and ordained — have made and reaffirmed these vows.
We’re about to baptize today Connor at the 9.00 and Linda at the 10.00 and start them off on this life-long vigil to eternal life. As they are baptised with water in the name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit, they are going to lose their life to be born into eternal life. They are going to be marked and sealed as Christ’s own for ever, just as most of us have been. It’s a huge journey they are about to make and they will only make it with our help, just as we have helped one another get along this far. If we do that, then we ourselves embody and begin to understand better just what the Communion of Saints is — you and me.
And if you are not quite sure just who makes up the Communion of Saints, consider these words by poet Mitch Finley who puts it this way: ‘The Christian doctrine of the Communion of Saints is simple, really… All it says is that those who have gone before us are still with us. All it says is that past generations still count and must be taken into account. In other words, we’re all in this together. All of us.’
So, as we remember our loved ones who have died, let us also welcome Connor and Linda into this wonderful body and remember that we’re all in this together — now and for ever.
When All Saints’ Day lands on a weekday, my custom is to have an evening liturgy. It might help to picture this church the way it is on Christmas Eve or the eve of the Great Vigil of Easter, but without all the poinsettia or flowers. It’s different going to church at night — you don’t have sunlight beaming in here through the stained glass windows, instead, you are aware of the walls that surround you as you sit here and you see light from outside the church. Perhaps diminishing the sense of sight heightens the other senses so that they are more receptive to entering into the Holy.
So, every year we will gather on All Saints’ night, even if it lands on a Saturday, and spend time in a very holy space, that place between heaven and earth. On All Saints’ night, the separation between heaven and earth disappears and for a brief time, we encounter the ages — almost like staring up into a starry sky and feeling oneself carried away into the vastness of the heavens — the way it seems in the fall driving up I-89 from Bethel on Route 107 and feeling as though I could drive right up into the Big Dipper.
Someone once commented to me after an All Saints’ Day service that took place at night that she’d never realised how much of a vigil All Saints’ is when observed at night. We then talked about the inclusion in the eucharistic prayer of names of those who have died. She wanted to know if we only include the names of those who have died in the past year, since last All Saints’ Day. I answered no, it is anyone that people wish to remember. She then mused, What would it be like if we had 200 names and stayed up all night remembering them? I replied, Then we would stay up all night because when we come to the eucharist and particularly that of All Saints, we enter into God’s time and space and it doesn’t matter if it takes three hours to say everyone’s name. If praying for those people meant keeping a true vigil, so be it, all the better. I would hope that some day, someone will include my name in such a prayer list and it will be read in the company of all the other saints.
All Saints marks, in the larger picture, a vigil, in which we participate by the very fact that we live today in the here and now and wait for the promises of heaven tomorrow. Our evening eucharists on All Saints’ night may drive home the notion of vigil — staying up — but we are engaged in a life-long vigil, one that starts at the moment of our baptism and ends at the moment of our death.
By saying so publicly, I may risk a reprimand because there’s nothing anywhere I know that permits or suggests the following practice: at the time of someone’s death, I have taken to anointing them with the oil of chrismation (we use two different oils — one that is blessed for healing and one for baptisms and ordinations). Some will argue that sacraments are only for the living and my anointing a body is improper. But I do so, with the prayer that we will all remember that the newly dead was baptised in water and marked and sealed as Christ’s own for ever. His or her vigil of reaching the ‘for ever’ part of the journey may have ended, but we who still live in the here and now need to be reminded of that resurrection moment promised at baptism.
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But how do we get from here to there? As Thomas asks so poignantly in John’s gospel, often read at the burial office, ‘But Lord, how will we know the way?’ Jesus answers him, ‘I am the Way, the Truth and the Life.’ Those words are lovely, but don’t necessarily give us specifics.
So, I turn to the Beatitudes, the text that is appointed for All Saints’ Day. Those ‘blessed be’s provide a wonderful road for us and they offer us a necessary moral compass and source of values.
The Beatitudes I am about to read come from Chilean church workers. At the retreat yesterday with the Daughters of the King, we reflected on these Beatitudes.
Blessed are the poor, not the penniless, but those whose hearts are free,
Blessed are the meek, not the soft, but those who are patient and tolerant.
Blessed are the merciful, not those who forget, but those who forgive.
Blessed are the pure in heart, not those who act like angels, but those whose lives are transparent.
Blessed are the peacemakers, not those who shun conflict, but those who face it squarely.
Blessed are those are persecuted for justice, not because they suffer, but because they love.
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If we are people of Christ, then we are people of the beatitudes. And if we are people of the Beatitudes, then we are people…
whose hearts are free,
who are patient and tolerant,
who forgive,
who are transparent,
who face conflict squarely,
and who love for justice’s sake.
If the Beatitudes do not provide enough of a compass, then we have the baptismal covenant. These vows become the outline of a life lived wholly and holy. Living fully the baptismal covenant in our daily life demands our life, our soul, our all. All of us — lay and ordained — have made and reaffirmed these vows.
We’re about to baptize today Connor at the 9.00 and Linda at the 10.00 and start them off on this life-long vigil to eternal life. As they are baptised with water in the name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit, they are going to lose their life to be born into eternal life. They are going to be marked and sealed as Christ’s own for ever, just as most of us have been. It’s a huge journey they are about to make and they will only make it with our help, just as we have helped one another get along this far. If we do that, then we ourselves embody and begin to understand better just what the Communion of Saints is — you and me.
And if you are not quite sure just who makes up the Communion of Saints, consider these words by poet Mitch Finley who puts it this way: ‘The Christian doctrine of the Communion of Saints is simple, really… All it says is that those who have gone before us are still with us. All it says is that past generations still count and must be taken into account. In other words, we’re all in this together. All of us.’
So, as we remember our loved ones who have died, let us also welcome Connor and Linda into this wonderful body and remember that we’re all in this together — now and for ever.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Visita del Obispo
Yesterday the Most Rev'd Martín Barahona, Bishop of El Salvador and Archbishop of the Anglican Church of the Region of Central America (IARCA) visited our church. We held one service, instead of three, and managed to have the same attendance as a normal Sunday. Anne Brown took all the photos, moving from the gallery to the floor and back up to the gallery. Enjoy.
The Treble Choir sang which makes for a full house up front. It's sobering to think that the attendance in the chancel yesterday was close to what I'd see on a Sunday at my former parish... in the nave.
The translation was OK — a couple of dumb mistakes until things got going and the translator (Trinity's Priest in Partnership) could figure out contextually what he was saying... at the end, he got took off without stopping and the translator could not repeat all he had said.
This photo is neat, taken through the new organ pipes in the gallery.
You've got to admit — the space is wonderfully impressive in photos. Clearly this is the recessional.
An anonymous donor gave the bishop copies of Dick Clark's Stations of the Cross (done in 1994, the originals are at Saint Paul's Cathedral, Burlington). Only 100 copies were made. The stations are reminiscent of those at la UCA, Antigua Cuscatlán, El Salvador.
The parish gave $1539 ($500 from the Women of Trinity and the rest from the offering at the service) to Fundación Cristosal, a most helpful offering.
The Treble Choir sang which makes for a full house up front. It's sobering to think that the attendance in the chancel yesterday was close to what I'd see on a Sunday at my former parish... in the nave.
The translation was OK — a couple of dumb mistakes until things got going and the translator (Trinity's Priest in Partnership) could figure out contextually what he was saying... at the end, he got took off without stopping and the translator could not repeat all he had said.
This photo is neat, taken through the new organ pipes in the gallery.
You've got to admit — the space is wonderfully impressive in photos. Clearly this is the recessional.
An anonymous donor gave the bishop copies of Dick Clark's Stations of the Cross (done in 1994, the originals are at Saint Paul's Cathedral, Burlington). Only 100 copies were made. The stations are reminiscent of those at la UCA, Antigua Cuscatlán, El Salvador.
The parish gave $1539 ($500 from the Women of Trinity and the rest from the offering at the service) to Fundación Cristosal, a most helpful offering.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Requiat
June Shook died this afternoon at 12.45 at Rutland Regional Medical Center. She was anointed with the sacrament of Holy Unction yesterday.
She requested a simple graveside service. Date will be announced.
May her soul and the souls of all the departed rest in peace and may she rise in glory.
She requested a simple graveside service. Date will be announced.
May her soul and the souls of all the departed rest in peace and may she rise in glory.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Bishop Barahona's Visit
Don't forget that this Sunday at 9.30 we will welcome the Most Rev'd Martín Barahona, Bishop of El Salvador and Archbishop of the Anglican Church of the Region of Central America.
Bring along a check made out to Fundación Cristosal so that at our brunch we can present Bishop Barahona with a donation to the church in El Salvador.
And bring your friends and family! It doesn't matter if you don't speak Spanish. God will be worshipped and we will have a grand time.
This Sunday, ONE SERVICE at 9.30.... Vienen cantando con alegría, Señor.....
Monday, October 19, 2009
A reminder
Remember that this Sunday, 25 October, we will have ONE SERVICE ONLY at 9.30!
Bishop Martín Barahona, Bishop of El Salvador and Archbishop of El Salvador will be with us to preside and preach.
The Eucharist will be followed by a brunch and conversation with Bishop Barahona.
Bring your family and friends and spread the word!
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Proper 24B
Thank God for the disciples! Even they on the inner circle manage to come up with some questions that are doozies. Even they, who walked and talked with Jesus, manage to miss the point and ask questions that come out of their limited and all-together too human vantage point. Their questions make me feel a lot better for some of the ones I ask of God.
This section of the gospel of Mark includes Jesus’ trip with the disciples from Cæasarea Philippi in the north to Jerusalem in the south. During this trip, Jesus puts forth a crash course in discipleship and what it means to follow him. This teaching section is introduced by the healing of a blind man who finally sees ‘everything clearly,’ and ends with the second healing of another blind man who ‘regained his sight and followed Jesus on the way.’ Two outsiders receive clear vision while repeatedly the core disciples demonstrate their obtuseness. Again and again, the inner group of Jesus fails to understand what Jesus says and does.
This morning’s gospel contains two sections: first, the request of James and John to figure prominently in the movement and Jesus’ reply and, second, the anger of the other disciples at the audaciousness of their request. We need to remember that James and John were up on top of the mountain with Jesus and saw him transfigured as well as seeing Elijah and Moses alongside him. Their audacity is not totally unfounded.
Apparently James and John didn’t get it when Jesus placed a child in their midst. Nor did they seem to understand when Jesus blessed a group of children (who, in that time, were considered non-entities at worst and convenient nuisances, like animals, at best). Nor did they understand Jesus’ stern teaching with the man in which he told him that he needed to let go of everything. And lastly, they clearly did not grasp at all Jesus’ predictions about the cross that laid ahead for all of them.
Despite the density of James and John, Jesus doesn’t rebuke them. Instead, he flips their question around and tells them they don’t know what they’re asking. It’s almost the same sort of questioning that God engages in when God finally starts peppering Job with questions: Were you there when the earth burst forth from its womb? Where you there when the heavens and seas were created? (Sort of: What do you really know about these matters?)
Here, Jesus asks them, Do you know what it means to take the cup that I will receive? Do you know what it means to be baptised with the same waters in which I have been baptised? Do you have a clue what this all means? What it means is that you will need to walk through the valley of the shadow of death, suffer and die to be born anew. If you are bathed in the waters of baptism and drink from the sometimes bitter cup, then you can find the glory of resurrection.
Jesus puts forth hard demands to live up to!
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What does it mean to take the cup that Jesus takes and share the baptism that he has received? The words to hymn 695 [which the choir sang at the 10.00 HE] offer one glimpse, partial as it is, of what taking the cup from God means.
By gracious powers so wonderfully sheltered,
and confidently waiting come what may,
we know that God is with us night and morning,
and never fails to greet us each new day.
Yet is this heart by its old foe tormented,
still evil days bring burdens hard to bear;
give our frightened souls the sure salvation,
for which, O Lord, you taught us to prepare.
And when this cup you give is filled to brimming
with bitter suffering, hard to understand,
we take it thankfully and without trembling,
out of so good and so beloved a hand.
Yet when again in this same world you give us
the joy we had, the brightness of your Sun,
we shall remember all the days we lived through,
and our whole life shall then be yours alone.
F. Pratt Green adapted to hymnody this poem that Dietrich Bonhoeffer wrote in a letter addressed to his mother for her 70th birthday. The poem reflects on the turning of the years and on the end of one’s life. Bonhoeffer lived with the fear of death and, indeed, within a few months of writing this poem the Nazis executed him. He was hanged at age 39 in the concentration camp at Flossenbürg on April 9, 1945, one of four members of his immediate family to die at the hands of the Nazi regime for their participation in the small Protestant resistance movement that refused to accept the teachings of Aryanism.
What brought Bonhoeffer to death was his theologically rooted opposition to National Socialism. Along with Martin Niemueller and Karl Barth, in the Confessing Church, Bonhoeffer was a leader and outspoken advocate on behalf of the Jews. His efforts to help a group of Jews escape to Switzerland were what first led to his arrest and imprisonment in the spring 1943. (1)
Bonhoeffer’s willingness to take the cup of suffering—suffering that often didn’t make sense and certainly wasn’t merited or deserved—and to turn it to prayer is exemplary. While I object strongly to the notion that God doles out suffering to test us, I do believe that our choices and actions deeply affect our lives and those of others around us. Sometimes the cup of suffering is wrongly handed to us (as it was in the case of Job), sometimes we bring it upon ourselves, and sometimes it is our lot to figure out what to do with it. Regardless how the cup of suffering ends up in our hands—by our own doing or by the doings of others—we have to trust in God’s mercy and presence.
Somehow Bonhoeffer managed to remember God’s graciousness throughout his imprisonment. He held fast to God’s presence. His words echo those of an unknown Jew found in a Cologne, Germany cellar after the Allied Liberation:
I believe in the sun
even when it’s not shining,
I believe in love
even when feeling it not
I believe in God
even when He is silent.
Even on those days when we hold a bitter cup of suffering and it is hard to find God, we must remember that there is another cup that we hold. And that cup contains the Blood of Christ, the cup of salvation. Every time we gather together for eucharist, we offer up to God our suffering and in return, God gives back to us hope, life and reconciliation. Communion enables us to take the bitter cup and not give up.
In addition, we have the laying on of hands. Today is the feast day of Saint Luke the Physician and Evangelist. The church prays today that it might continue in love and the power to heal. In recognition of the importance of Luke and the power of the laying on of hands, this morning you are invited to come forward after the announcements just before the offertory sentence bringing whatever concerns you might have and offering them to God and to receive laying on of hands as the outward sign of God’s grace working within you.
As Bonhoeffer wrote of God’s mercy, ‘We shall remember all the days we lived through, and our whole life shall then be yours alone’ … as it has always been.
END NOTES
(1) The Hymnal Companion, volume Three B, Raymond Glover, ed. (New York, NY: The Church Hymnal Corporation, 1994), 1299, and from www.dbonhoeffer.org.
About two dozen people came forward at both services for laying on of hands.
This section of the gospel of Mark includes Jesus’ trip with the disciples from Cæasarea Philippi in the north to Jerusalem in the south. During this trip, Jesus puts forth a crash course in discipleship and what it means to follow him. This teaching section is introduced by the healing of a blind man who finally sees ‘everything clearly,’ and ends with the second healing of another blind man who ‘regained his sight and followed Jesus on the way.’ Two outsiders receive clear vision while repeatedly the core disciples demonstrate their obtuseness. Again and again, the inner group of Jesus fails to understand what Jesus says and does.
This morning’s gospel contains two sections: first, the request of James and John to figure prominently in the movement and Jesus’ reply and, second, the anger of the other disciples at the audaciousness of their request. We need to remember that James and John were up on top of the mountain with Jesus and saw him transfigured as well as seeing Elijah and Moses alongside him. Their audacity is not totally unfounded.
Apparently James and John didn’t get it when Jesus placed a child in their midst. Nor did they seem to understand when Jesus blessed a group of children (who, in that time, were considered non-entities at worst and convenient nuisances, like animals, at best). Nor did they understand Jesus’ stern teaching with the man in which he told him that he needed to let go of everything. And lastly, they clearly did not grasp at all Jesus’ predictions about the cross that laid ahead for all of them.
Despite the density of James and John, Jesus doesn’t rebuke them. Instead, he flips their question around and tells them they don’t know what they’re asking. It’s almost the same sort of questioning that God engages in when God finally starts peppering Job with questions: Were you there when the earth burst forth from its womb? Where you there when the heavens and seas were created? (Sort of: What do you really know about these matters?)
Here, Jesus asks them, Do you know what it means to take the cup that I will receive? Do you know what it means to be baptised with the same waters in which I have been baptised? Do you have a clue what this all means? What it means is that you will need to walk through the valley of the shadow of death, suffer and die to be born anew. If you are bathed in the waters of baptism and drink from the sometimes bitter cup, then you can find the glory of resurrection.
Jesus puts forth hard demands to live up to!
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What does it mean to take the cup that Jesus takes and share the baptism that he has received? The words to hymn 695 [which the choir sang at the 10.00 HE] offer one glimpse, partial as it is, of what taking the cup from God means.
By gracious powers so wonderfully sheltered,
and confidently waiting come what may,
we know that God is with us night and morning,
and never fails to greet us each new day.
Yet is this heart by its old foe tormented,
still evil days bring burdens hard to bear;
give our frightened souls the sure salvation,
for which, O Lord, you taught us to prepare.
And when this cup you give is filled to brimming
with bitter suffering, hard to understand,
we take it thankfully and without trembling,
out of so good and so beloved a hand.
Yet when again in this same world you give us
the joy we had, the brightness of your Sun,
we shall remember all the days we lived through,
and our whole life shall then be yours alone.
F. Pratt Green adapted to hymnody this poem that Dietrich Bonhoeffer wrote in a letter addressed to his mother for her 70th birthday. The poem reflects on the turning of the years and on the end of one’s life. Bonhoeffer lived with the fear of death and, indeed, within a few months of writing this poem the Nazis executed him. He was hanged at age 39 in the concentration camp at Flossenbürg on April 9, 1945, one of four members of his immediate family to die at the hands of the Nazi regime for their participation in the small Protestant resistance movement that refused to accept the teachings of Aryanism.
What brought Bonhoeffer to death was his theologically rooted opposition to National Socialism. Along with Martin Niemueller and Karl Barth, in the Confessing Church, Bonhoeffer was a leader and outspoken advocate on behalf of the Jews. His efforts to help a group of Jews escape to Switzerland were what first led to his arrest and imprisonment in the spring 1943. (1)
Bonhoeffer’s willingness to take the cup of suffering—suffering that often didn’t make sense and certainly wasn’t merited or deserved—and to turn it to prayer is exemplary. While I object strongly to the notion that God doles out suffering to test us, I do believe that our choices and actions deeply affect our lives and those of others around us. Sometimes the cup of suffering is wrongly handed to us (as it was in the case of Job), sometimes we bring it upon ourselves, and sometimes it is our lot to figure out what to do with it. Regardless how the cup of suffering ends up in our hands—by our own doing or by the doings of others—we have to trust in God’s mercy and presence.
Somehow Bonhoeffer managed to remember God’s graciousness throughout his imprisonment. He held fast to God’s presence. His words echo those of an unknown Jew found in a Cologne, Germany cellar after the Allied Liberation:
I believe in the sun
even when it’s not shining,
I believe in love
even when feeling it not
I believe in God
even when He is silent.
Even on those days when we hold a bitter cup of suffering and it is hard to find God, we must remember that there is another cup that we hold. And that cup contains the Blood of Christ, the cup of salvation. Every time we gather together for eucharist, we offer up to God our suffering and in return, God gives back to us hope, life and reconciliation. Communion enables us to take the bitter cup and not give up.
In addition, we have the laying on of hands. Today is the feast day of Saint Luke the Physician and Evangelist. The church prays today that it might continue in love and the power to heal. In recognition of the importance of Luke and the power of the laying on of hands, this morning you are invited to come forward after the announcements just before the offertory sentence bringing whatever concerns you might have and offering them to God and to receive laying on of hands as the outward sign of God’s grace working within you.
As Bonhoeffer wrote of God’s mercy, ‘We shall remember all the days we lived through, and our whole life shall then be yours alone’ … as it has always been.
END NOTES
(1) The Hymnal Companion, volume Three B, Raymond Glover, ed. (New York, NY: The Church Hymnal Corporation, 1994), 1299, and from www.dbonhoeffer.org.
About two dozen people came forward at both services for laying on of hands.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Proper 23B
Years and years ago I used to play the carillon at my college in what I called my Quasimodo act. Carillons are not your rank and file instrument — they are anywhere from two to four dozen bells, sometimes even more, way up in a tower. If you have been to the Netherlands Carillon in Arlington Cemetery, you may have heard it. Vermont has two: Norwich University and Middlebury College. Carillons can sound out of tune — beyond the actual note called prime, one hears overtones of an octave, fifth, minor third, all of which emphasise the prime. One quickly learns when playing a carillon not to muddy the sound. While one can play a bunch of notes at the same time, the resultant sound can be a mess because of all the overtones for each note. I found that classical guitar music was well suited to the carillon and stuck to that repertoire though, as my grand finale at college, I played Tubular Bells.
The collection of readings this morning have lots of overtones and sound somewhat like that muddy mess of noise when put all together. However, each note sounding on its own makes a little more sense. In order to focus on the prime note, the gospel, I have got unpack a little the overtones.
The collects at this time of year ask repeatedly for God’s grace. It is as though we need more and more to focus on that gift as we move to All Saints’ tide and then through the apocalyptic readings that always show up in the waning weeks of the church year (right around Thanksgiving!).
Job’s lament, from which we have been hearing the past couple of weeks, evokes the despair of being challenged by God. Job’s complaint shows up in part in our burial office in the words, ‘I know that my Redeemer lives.’ Still, there is an overtone of despair and death to this morning’s selection.
Psalm 22 throws us immediately back to Maundy Thursday at the moment of stripping the altar and washing it and then again to Good Friday when we pray it in its usual place in the liturgy. This overtone is particularly strong for me because the words always evoke a darkened church and the even darker night of the soul as we enter into the passion.
The Letter to the Hebrews continues to discuss the great high priest, Jesus. But the opening words of this lesson bring to mind the icon of Saint Paul, an open book, the Bible, with a sword lying in the middle of it. How has the word of God pierced your soul from spirit?
Finally, having discharged all the overtones, we arrive at the prime, the gospel. Funny how the lectionary conveniently places this reading about sacrifice in and around the time of year when we begin to discuss our budget!
Taken in total, there’s a lot about letting go to be freed.
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The man who comes to Jesus asking questions of eternal life is the first-century equivalent of the many packrats and people possessed by possessions.
Many people call this story ‘The Rich Young Ruler,’ but there is nothing in Mark’s account that point to the man being either young or a ruler. It’s probably because people are conflating Matthew (where he is young) and Luke (where he is a ruler). Evidently he is someone who has a lot of money but who also is very religious. He understands that his wealth is a sign of God’s favour. He really tries to be faithful: since his youth he has kept all the commandments that Jesus reels off (including a new one about not committing fraud). We should not think he is evil or self-righteous — it would seem he is trying to do his best and realises he is not quite there yet. As the story advances, we see that he will never arrive.
When Jesus invites him to give everything away and follow him, the man refuses, saying he cannot. He comes so close to accepting the invitation to enter the abundant life. He wants to say yes — he even grieves his inability to say yes — but he just cannot let go of his wealth.
Jesus also grieves the man’s inability to let go of all the stuff that holds him prisoner. In an exceptionally rare use of the word, ‘love,’ Mark’s Jesus loves the man standing in front on him, perhaps wishing that his love could set him free. If only the man who had been faithful elsewhere in his life could trust in God’s abundance… all would be well.
We live, you and I, so often with a theology or spirituality of scarcity. God’s gifts are pie-like, and there are only so many slices. In our culture, the responsible person looks out, first of all, for one’s own. We save, protect, insure, and when we share we do so much of the time with fear and caution because there is only just so much to go around.
This story is about a theology or spirituality of abundance. The world’s problem is not that of scarcity. Our spiritual life is not about being sure we have enough. In God’s economy and world there is always enough, and much to spare. This is true both materially and spiritually. Yet, as the rich man is unable to understand, one can survive when one lets go and lets God.
What the gospel really asks us this morning is where our treasure is. Where are our priorities in life? How well do we do with stewardship of the gifts God has given us? How well do we trust in God’s abundance?
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When I do a personal inventory, my head and even my heart know just how fortunate I am. The daughter of depression-era parents, I have turned out to be a packrat (you never know when that left-over whatsit will be useful). I know I have far more than I could ever use. I come from a long heritage of packrats, ‘collectors’ in more polite terms. As I talk with my sister and brother, I realize we are all collectors and not thrower-outers. Stuff runs my life as it seems to for other members in my family of origin.
I am grateful to have a very comfortable roof over my head, a vocation and a place in this economy. I know that my education will always serve me and that I probably will always be employed.
When I am honest, I also know how my material stuff holds me prisoner. I have not followed Jesus to the utmost ends of the earth because I don’t know how I’d unload it all or what I would do with my cats. My true vocation has been reined in by my materialism. One of my life tasks, like the rich man in the gospel, is to find the grace to be able to let go of stuff and not worry about whether I have enough because I know I already do and then some.
There are moments of clarity, such as when I lived in one room for six weeks in El Salvador during my sabbatical. It was quite refreshing, but I also knew I would be coming back to Vermont. Walking the Camino de Santiago and the Long Trail has also shown me that I am capable of surviving with only one change of clothes and very little else. Again, my heart knows that it is a momentary experience and besides, it is romanticizing the harsh existence of 2/3rds of the world, who live in poverty and for whom life of minimalism is not chosen.
My head and my heart know that someday as I get closer to death, my world will shrink and I will not need everything I have right now. Some day, if I live out naturally the measure of my days, my world will consist of a room and eventually just a bed. It really is true I can’t take all this stuff with me. I know that, I’ve seen that enough times.
What I do know in my heart is I can always take with me the spirit of Jesus. And that is where the rich man and I both need to grow and trust. It’s simply a matter of stewardship, of living one’s life out in God’s abundance—not the world’s material abundance—and trusting. I realise how I am called to let go and how far I still have to journey.
Perhaps Saint Francis should have added to his prayer we said last week, ‘For it is in letting go of things, that we are set free.’ Well, even if it’s not there, I am adding that phrase to my prayer life.
Paradoxically, even as I am held captive by my stuff, I truly enjoy giving away money. Contributing to Trinity or Episcopal Relief and Development or Cristosal or CHABHA (a Vermont-based group that works with AIDS-orphans in Rwanda) or Pure Water for the World that builds wells in Haiti or the Appalachian Mountain Club or the Green Mountain Club or some other worthy charitable organization comes out of a deep sense of gratitude for all I do have. Giving of this sort is a joy, not a duty. It’s the closest I come to being freed of a scarcity mentality. I find each year as I do my taxes, that I have given more than I thought. It doesn’t hurt. So, in a way, I am giving away my treasures and it’s OK. I know there are many of you, too, who do likewise, with a generous heart.
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So I come back full circle to the overtones of this morning’s readings. As Job seeks God’s wisdom, so do I. The word of God is a double-edged sword as we hear Jesus’ hard teachings of giving up everything to follow him. But, as the collect in which we pray for God’s grace to help us do good works, so also we hear that ‘for God all things are possible.’ And that knowledge is very good news and rings true.
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