what goes around comes around, or does it?

This is my sermon for August 31, 2025, the Twelfth Sunday after Penetecost, Proper 17, Year C. We are using Wilda Gafneys’ A Women’s Lectionary for the Whole Church, and the readings were Obadiah 1:1-4, 10-15; Psalm 7:8-11; James 4:5-11; and Luke 17:1-4.

This week, as I read and listened to the news, including the most recent attack on a hospital in Gaza and the school shooting at the church in Minnesota, I was once again struck by how violent we can be when we believe we have been wronged.  Perhaps I should say how “indiscriminately violent” we can become because more and more it seems that we have no qualms about brutalizing and killing people who had absolutely nothing to do with the ways in which we feel wrong or have been harmed. It is as if our anger, our sense of betrayal, gives us free reign to enter into a seemingly endless cycle of violence and retribution that will do little, if anything, to heal our hurt, to cure the brokenness. Often, this seems to be done without compunction, with no sense that we could one day be on the receiving end of this kind of violence.  But Scripture tells us otherwise.

The first lesson today, in which this message is pretty clearly stated, is one that we likely have never heard preached in church before.  The prophesy of Obadiah, the shortest book in the Hebrew Scriptures, is not included in the Revised Common Lectionary, which is the custom in the Episcopal Church. We get it today because we are using Dr. Gafney’s A Women’s Lectionary for the Whole Church. And that is both a little bit of a preacher’s curse, but it is also a gift, because one of the gifts of reading, hearing, and reflecting on the lessons using Gafney’s lectionary the past few years is that it opens our hearts and minds to read, hear, and understand Scripture a bit differently than the customary lectionary.  The different combinations of readings, even without the differences in her translation, point to themes and to messages, it makes connections that are only possible when you read this group of lessons together. This helps us to better understand the story of God’s work in the world, God’s presence with us, and our part in that story.

To set a bit of context: The name Obadiah means slave or servant of the Lord and the entire book – all 21 verses of it – is a vision.  We don’t know much about the book or the person who wrote it, but it is thought to have been written in the period of time at the end of the Babylonian exile and the return of the Israelites to Jerusalem, so perhaps about 2500 years ago. It references generational conflict between the descendants of Jacob and Esau.  The problem is a rupture in the family that gives rise to horrific behavior. It happens in a family, all descendants of Jacob and Esau, though they don’t necessarily remember their family ties because geographical distance and also because it’s generation after generation, so the ties are less obvious. It ends with a fairly ominous reminder that what goes around comes around, to use a familiar phrase. It is a timely lesson. And one for which Dr. Gafney says, “There is no happy ending for this passage and it should not be given one.”  That raises the question, “So where’s the hope?”

The obvious answer for a person of faith is that our hope is in God.   And we believe that, don’t we?  We claim Christian identity because we believe in Jesus. We pray together every Sunday that we believe in God, the Trinity. We pray, as it says in today’s psalm, for the end of the “wickedness of the wicked” but do we really believe that the end of the wickedness of the world will come about simply through our prayer? Or do we know, as has been popping up all over the place on social media, that prayer in these times is not enough, and we must act differently if we want to live in a world in which people are treated differently?  Some of the good news is that our faith invites us to pray and to act. Perhaps it is more accurate to say to pray for the wisdom and courage to act.  Is there hope to be found in living faith as a verb, not a noun?

Today’s readings, no matter how troublesome they start out, point to the answer to that question as being a resounding,” Yes!”  There is hope in living faith as a verb and not as a noun. There is a lot of action described in these readings, even when the action is in the form of a “you should not have” as we read in Obadiah.  When we look at the psalm,  when we look at James, and when we look at the Gospel, there is the overtly physical action of flapping lips; of entering the gate; of cleansing hands; of lamenting and weeping, which is as fully  an embodied expression of grief as I have ever seen; of laughing, although in this case it is about not letting it be at someone else’s expense. And then there are of the less overtly physical acts of praying, opposing the devil, of forgiving those who cause us harm, and of trusting that God will see that all things our made right. Faithful living is not something that just happens to us, it happens because we choose to live our lives in ways that are consistent with God’s will and God’s dream for the world.  And that includes knowing and living the knowledge that, whether the wrong done to us is real or imagined, more objectively factual or seen through a particular political or cultural lens, wrong done to us does not justify wrongful behavior on our part.  It doesn’t.

A few times in the past couple of months I’ve come across this quote: “Now is not the time to accept the things we cannot change but to change the things we cannot accept.”  Now I’ve seen this mostly in response to actions of the current administration but it certainly applies to more than that, doesn’t it?  If we cannot accept as people of Christ that the way others are treated, the way things are happening or are structured in this world, then by our faith we should be acting in ways that change that. This statement about changing the things we cannot accept is a hopeful statement. It’s a reminder that that we are disciples of the Incarnate God and that we are called, and we are supported and nudged – and in my case, as you may have heard me say, we are victim to the holy 2×4.  We are nudged and guided by the Holy Spirit to live our faith out in the world each and every day.

We follow Jesus, the one who showed us how to love as we are loved and who promised us that his Spirit would remain with us to guide, nudge, and otherwise convince us to live our faith. Jesus also told us and showed us that God’s family is not just those we know or who look like us or act like us or talk like us or worship like us or love like us or whose actions have an immediate and direct impact on our lives. God’s family is all people for all time and, even though we can’t know when and we may not understand how, we will be held accountable for the things we have done, as well as the things we have left undone. 

Now, that might not sound like a hopeful statement, but I’d argue that it is.  Each of us has the freedom to make the kinds of choices that will make a positive difference in the world now and for the future.  We get to choose the right path, even if not always the easy path, knowing that with God’s help we can do it, we can be a part of the change. And we also know that we don’t have to be perfect.  God will forgive us. God will forgive our missteps and even our deliberate misbehaviors, if we trust enough to repent and seek forgiveness.  As I said over and over during the many months of Covid, God has us.  God has our backs.  We just need to believe that God is with us.  We need to believe Jesus’ promise that his Spirit will be with us, to guide us, to nudge, to lead us.  In that way, we get to be a part of ending the cycle of violence that, for some reason, we have such trouble stepping away from.  We get to be beacons of hope for ourselves and for the world.  And we get to say, as we say in our baptism and in other sacred rites in the church, “we will, with God’s help.”

falling on deaf ears?

This is my sermon for August 6, 2025, the Eight Sunday after Pentecost , Proper 13 in Year C. We use the Gafney lectionary, A Woman’s Lectionary for the Whole Church, and the readings were Habakkuh 1:1-13; Psalm 62:8-12; 2 Peter 3:1-11; and Luke 17:20-25. The cento is composed of lines from each of the readings.

Some of you know that I tend to dabble a little bit in poetry. And when I say, “a little bit,” that is quite an exaggeration, but it is what I do from time to time. There is a form of poetry called cento. Basically, that’s creation of a poem from lines from other writings. As I was reading today’s lectionary, praying with it and reflecting on it, with all the news that was swirling around, including the detention of a young Korean woman, a sophomore in college, the daughter of a Korean priest – so a colleague – in the Diocese of New York, a cento practically jumped off the pages.  And I want to say now that this reflection – this answer to a prayer – is one of those that raises many more questions than answers.

Holy One,
how long shall I cry for help,
and you do not save.
So the law becomes powerless
and justice has been aborted.
The wicked surround the righteous,
therefore judgment comes forth perverted.
Trust not in oppression,
and set not your heart on robbery;
if force bears fruit, 
do not set your heart upon it.
Trust in God at all times, O people
pour our your heart before her.
But this one thing
do not ignore, beloved
that with the Most High
one day is like a thousand years
and a thousand years are like one day.
Be astonished! Be astounded!
For a work is being worked in your days
that you would not believe if you were told.
Therefore, beloved, 
while for these things you are waiting,
strive so that without spot 
and being blameless
is how you all are to be found by God in peace.
For, see here, the majesty of God is among you all.
For, see here, the majesty of God is among you all.

I don’t know about you, but I sometimes wonder if my prayers, – my cries to God to heal the injustices of the world – are falling on deaf ears. How am I to understand, to preach the Gospel, when all around us there is so much that is not at all about love, and completely and totally about greed and the wrong kind of power.

How are we to have faith in anything when the world seems to be falling apart, in a bizarre kind of whack-a-mole, where previously unimaginable and remarkably creative – albeit horrific and terrifying – injustices pop up more quickly and in more places  than it seems possible to address?

How are we to remain true to our commitment to live our faith in ways that make a positive difference?

How do we keep from sliding into the abyss and losing hope that it is possible to be a part of changing the world from the nightmare it is for so many, into the dream God has for it? (to paraphrase former Presiding Bishop Michael Curry)

One of the ways to remain hopeful is to remember that our understanding of things, including time and permanence is not the same as God’s.  Granted that seems like a bit of an Escher-type conundrum because how can we understand these things differently outside the bounds of our experience and our brokenness? When we can’t even begin to figure out what we are to do before the next urgent, life-altering need is pressing down on us, because that’s all there seems to be some days?  It’s a seemingly impossible call to be hopeful, to be patient with God, while also acknowledging and responding to what’s happening around us, locally, nationally, and globally.

And, yet, that is our call as followers of Jesus. Being found by God in peace is not something that just happens, it happens because we do our part – all of us -to bring about that peace. It is to look around us, to take it in – take everything in – all the while we trust that God is present with us, and that we can grab a bit of the divine majesty and use it to ease the pain that we see and experience in the world.

It is to remember, as our sister, Terese of Avila, wrote so beautifully,

Christ has no body but yours,
No hands, no feet on earth but yours,
Yours are the eyes with which he looks
Compassion on this world,
Yours are the feet with which he walks to do good,
Yours are the hands, with which he blesses all the world.
Yours are the hands, yours are the feet,
Yours are the eyes, you are his body.
Christ has no body now but yours,
No hands, no feet on earth but yours,
Yours are the eyes with which he looks
compassion on this world.
Christ has no body now on earth but yours.
Christ has no body but yours,
No hands, no feet on earth but yours,
Yours are the eyes with which he looks
Compassion on this world,
Yours are the feet with which he walks to do good,
Yours are the hands, with which he blesses all the world.
Yours are the hands, yours are the feet,
Yours are the eyes, you are his body.
Christ has no body now but yours,
No hands, no feet on earth but yours,
Yours are the eyes with which he looks
compassion on this world.
Christ has no body now on earth but yours.

My prayer for all of us is that we embrace astonishment, welcome being astounded, and be open to being used by God to change the world in ways that seem more and more hard to believe are possible every single day.  And that means we trust in God.  We believe the promises God has made to all people.  We have faith that each of us doing our part will add up to the kind of change we know the world needs.  In short, it means we live our faith each and every moment of each and every day, with each and every decision we make, with everyone we encounter -whether we know them or not, whether we like them or not, whether we’ll ever meet them or not (which means we won’t encounter them in quite the same way as we would with a face-to-face.  It means that we just get out there and do it.  We do it because we know who and whose we are.

it’s dawning

Today I found a small journal with a few entries from 2016. This image is from a clergy pre-Lenten retreat in February 2016. I remember jotting and doodling as part of my prayer, but had forgotten about this. I’m thinking it must have been the seeds of a new poem or reflection. I decided to post it today, some nine years later because it seems complete, in that way we can appreciate when we are mindful that relationship with God is always awakening something deep within us. Even the rawness and messiness of this image reminds me of the journey deeper in God’s heart.

By faith, in hope

This is my sermon from Easter Sunday, April 20, 2025. The lessons for the day were Isaiah 49:1-13, Psalm 18:2-11, 16-19. The translation was Wilda Gafney’s from A Women’s Lectionary for the Whole Church: Year C.

“Now faith is the essence of things hoped for, the conviction of that which is not seen. By faith, indeed, were our ancestors approved.”

That idea: that we can be faithful enough in our understanding of who God is and how God is in the world, that we can trust and hope and believe that good things will happen in the midst of all else, the things that we haven’t yet seen, that they can be the promises fulfilled, is a message for the ages, obviously.  And, over the arch of the world in the past several years, it is a message we craze perhaps more desperately than we even have before.

On this Easter day, when we are reminded, when we celebrate the fact that the unheard of, the completely-unexpected-because-it-had-never-been-done-before thing happened, where the man whom many recognized as the Messiah of God, the one who came to fulfill the promises of God’s love for God’s people, was raised from the dead.  Wow!  Talk about affirming your faith in him if you were on the ground with him.

Now think about all the people who had been.  They were the apostles, who traveled the countryside with him during the three or so years of his earthly ministry.  They followed this man who was soon to be executed because he was basically saying, “The leaders have got it wrong.  We need to live differently.”  Their faith in who Jesus was and is and will always be inspired them to walk with him, to learn to live a new way, to learn to live God’s way: learning to honor the dignity and worth of all God’s people, learning to love your neighbor as yourself because God loves love.  These were the lessons that Jesus taught.  It took a great deal of faith to be up close and personal with Jesus in those times.

We see that in some of the past week, Holy Week, in which we see Judas betray him with a kiss. Judas, who was in the inner circle (if Jesus had such a thing), who at the last minute when it counted more than it had at any other time, betrays him with a kiss.  He did this in a pretty cowardly way by walking up to him as if in friendship to give him a kiss, which most people would have seen as a good thing before learning it was a betrayal.

There’s Peter, who became the rock of the Church, St. Peter, betrays Jesus three times in one day, after Jesus lets him know that he knows he’s going to slip and not be able to stand up for Jesus.  Even after Jesus gives him this warning,  which Peter could’ve taken as hint to stay a little more focused, a little more mindful, Peter betrays him three times. And, yet, Jesus’ love for Peter never changed and Peter’s love for Jesus grew exponentially and became an inspiration for the world.

We have Mary Magdalene and one of the other Marys in todays Gospel. They, too, have traveled with Jesus, even though their parts in the story of Jesus’ life isn’t as well documented as Judas’ and Peter’s, probably because they were women.  Their faithful enough to Jesus that they show up at his tomb.  I’m not sure what they were expecting to see.  Maybe that hoped that when Jesus said he would rise in three days after his death, he meant it literally.  My guess is they also just went to be near the person they loved so much and whom they knew loved them even more.  They walked in faith.

Walking in faith is not something that can only be 2025 years ago.  Walking in faith is the call we are given from God.  I don’t think it matters if we are Christian or Jew or Muslim or atheist or agnostic or any other thing because walking in faith is a response to God’s invitation to love.  This is an invitation to a love that we cannot begin to comprehend no matter how hard we try.  It is the kind of love that says, “Sure! I’ll be born in the form of a vulnerable child in one of the harshest places in the world in one of the most challenging times in its history.  That makes sense to me because I love you enough to give you a chance to know me differently.” 

It’s the love of a God who says, “I will live with you.  I will try to teach you.  I will love you in the ways that you and all people deserve to be loved.  And I will take that a step further: I will love you in the day and forever after the day that you execute me.” 

That’s the love we’re celebrating today.  It’s not a love that any one of us can wrap our heads around, which is why it’s a love we have to accept on faith and respond to by living faithfully.  When we can accept that invitation, and when we can respond in that way, we get to experience glimpses of that love, over and over and over again.  It’s what we celebrate every Sunday when we come to the Table.  We celebrate the love that was born for us, the love that was willing to die for us, the love that promised to never leave us and has fulfilled that promise, even when we have let go of that faith, even when we’ve been unsure it exists, even when we’ve wondered how such horrible things can happen to people across time and across the world, even when we wonder, “How can I be good enough.”

Easter is the Resurrection of the Incarnate God, the man who was born to show us in real time, up close and personal, what it means to be loved by the God who breathed life into us, the God who has never let us go, the God who will never ever let us go.

That love is the source of all hope, and we need hope.  We need hope that tomorrow the news will not be filled mostly with the horrors that some of us inflict upon others of us.  We need hope that we will learn to take care of our planet in ways that do not destroy it.  That we will live our lives in ways that whenever we meet anybody, wherever we meet anybody, under whatever circumstances we meet anybody, that we will recognize the image of God within them and we will learn to relate to them in God’s love to God’s love, as God’s beloved to God’s beloved.

Easter is the celebration of God’s love, the love that defies all expectation, the love that hopes to save us from ourselves, the love that even death cannot conquer.  I pray that we celebrate this day in the big and fun and glorious ways that we do.  I pray, too, that each and every day, each and every moment of our lives.

time

Has happens sometimes, though probably not as often as it should, I have been finding myself in a place of deep and broad reflection these past few months. Some of that reflection has made its way to my preaching and in messages to the parish. This is from the message I wrote for our parish newsletter on April 16, 2025.

This is not a new, groundbreaking, or original thought, though it is one that bears mentioning in this time when so much is happening in the world that it can make it difficult to figure out how to live one’s faith with integrity and authenticity. It’s a timely reminder as we journey through Holy Week.

Our understanding of time is not the same as God’s. We perceive of time in a linear fashion. We have this moment and then the next after that and the next…The moments in the past are over and we cannot go back and change anything. The best we can do is to be in the present moment and do our best from there, which is not always easy or comfortable, especially if we feel any regret or guilt or sadness about what has passed.

God’s time is not linear. God’s time is the fullness of all that was and is and is to be. And as much promise as that holds for those who believe we will one day experience the fulfillment of God’s dream for the world, that there will be a day when love prevails and there is no more suffering or brokenness, we are reminded each and every day that the day is not yet here. We may even wonder if we are moving in the wrong direction and if that day will ever come. It can all feel too much, too heavy a burden to carry day after day.

Tomorrow is Maundy Thursday, the beginning of the Triduum, the days from the evening of Maundy Thursday through the evening of Easter Sunday. Though we experience these as three 24-hour days, liturgically they are one day. I find this quite comforting this year because it reminds me that in God’s understanding of time the betrayal and the suffering and all the worst that human beings can and do to each other do not even interrupt God’s deep desire to save us from ourselves, to heal our brokenness and redeem our sinfulness. And that gives me hope for all the moments yet to be.

Lost or loved?

This reflection is based on a homily I preached at Heath Village on April 1st. The lectionary included the parable of what is often called “The Prodigal Son.” You can read the parable here.

The parable in the Gospel we just heard is pretty well known, so much so that even people who may not have read it themselves or heard it read or preached about in church, know and use the phrase “prodigal son.” That’s because it is often referred to as “The Parable of the Prodigal Son” or “The Prodigal Son and his Brother.” That’s how I learned it as a child in both the Roman Catholic and the Episcopal Churches, though it was only as I got older and, I hope wiser, that I realized that referring to it in that way colored how I heard and understood the story. Reading about the “prodigal ” son, I expected to encounter a “bad” son, though I’m not sure that I ever truly parsed what “bad” meant, other than someone who had not behaved well. Those expectations were affirmed when I read that he “squandered his wealth in dissolute living, ” as it says in the New Revised Standard Version of the Bible.

With those expectations, the younger son was someone who somehow took advantage of his father’s generosity and then deserted the family, abandoning his responsibilities, to live the high life. When his fortunes took a turn for the worse and he had no other options, he sheepishly returned to his family, not asking to be treated in the way he thought a member of the family would be treated, but “only” as good as the laborers they employed. Was it any wonder that his older brother, the presumptive heir to the family’s wealth (whatever they may have been) and the one who lived by the rules, doing what was expected of him, was bitter and resentful when his father opened his arms to welcome his feckless little brother home?

I remember the first time I heard it referred to as “The Lost Son Returns,” even though I couldn’t tell you exactly when or where that was. If I had to guess, I would say it was in an adult Bible study or from an article in Christian Century or a similar publication. The point is that I entered into the story differently when I expected to hear about a lost son returning to his family than I did when I expected to hear about a son who was “prodigal,” i.e. someone who was reckless or who spent lavishly and extravagently, with the implication of carelessness or lack of judgment.

Hearing the younger brother characterized as “lost” changed my expectations and shifted my perception. I remember feeling empathy and compassion for the younger brother. Who hasn’t exercised bad judgment or felt lost in one way or another. How much strength did it take to acknowledge the consequences of those bad decisions and realize that the only option was to go back and ask for some grace? And what’s with the older brother that he can’t even consider that he might need similar grace some day or, even worse, that he can’t remember the time in was in a similar situation, even if the circumstances were much different? Wasn’t he even a little bit relieved that he no longer had to shoulder the full responsibility for helping his father? Or was it all about his sense of entitlement to his father’s estate?

Now imagine hearing this story referred to in this way: “The Parable of God’s Unconditional Love.” I literally lost my breath for a moment when I read this story the other day and heard myself say out loud, “It’s about God’s unconditional love.” What a liberating experience to shift from trying to figure who’s the good son and who’s the bad son, and to wonder if the father really was duped by the younger son and was oblivious to the impact on the older son. How freeing to not have to take sides, to find a winner and a loser, or to see only black and white when there are so many colors in between?

Doesn’t it change so much to expect to hear a story of God’s unconditional love? To accept the truth that God loves us so deeply that God will stop at nothing to show us how much, as God did in the Incarnation, the Resurrection, and all the years of Jesus’ life in between? To know that no matter how reckless we are, how bad our judgment, how far we stray, how bitter and resentful we might be, if we turn to find God, God will be there. And to know that God won’t be waiting in the distance to see if we’re really serious and will put in the effort to get to where we need to be, but will come to meet us where we are? To accept that God loves us so unconditionally, that all we have to do is turn to God and God will come running with open arms so that we know who and whose we are?

What a relief and a blessing to read this parable in this season of deep reflection and repentance, and to hear God’s voice saying, “I love you, just as you are, so turn and come home to me.”

Awake to liminality

This is the sermon I preached on March 2, 2025, which was the Feast of the Transfiguration. The lectionary was Judges 4:5-10, Psalm 46, 2 Peter 1:16-21, and Luke 9:28-36.

In today’s Gospel we have a story about liminality. Liminality is the term for when the veil between heaven and earth is lifted, so that what you experience in that moment transcends your typical experience here on earth. We have this when we have Peter, James, and Jesus are on the mountain and suddenly Jesus’ appearance is transfigured, his glory is made visually obvious to them. And then they see Elijah and Moses. I think if I were to ask you who Moses is, you could tell me a few stories from the Hebrew Scriptures about burning bushes and Ten Commandments, the parting of the Red Sea, and Moses looking across the river after 40 years of wandering in the wilderness but not getting there because it’s his brother Aaron who takes up the mantle when the people actually cross the river into freedom and liberation.

If I were to ask you about Elijah, my guess is it’s not as familiar a story. Elijah, like Moses, brought an understanding of God to the people. He lived nine centuries or so before Christ. He is the man who, among other things, goes to a widow who has next to nothing to eat and says, I want some food. I want some wine.” and she says, “Yeah, well this is all I’ve got.” and he says, “Don’t worry about it. It will be fine.” and, of course, it is. He heals people. He rains down fire on people. In some ways he is as significant as Moses in bringing an understanding of who God is and how God is in the world, even though we don’t know as much about him.

So, we have this liminal time when the veil between heaven and earth opens and Peter and James see Jesus standing with these two great figures in Jesus’ history, these faithful men, and Jesus is talking to them. This is a reminder to us that time as we know it, that space as we know it, is not God’s time or God’s space. God can make things happen. What I think is kind of fun about this story is that Peter, the same Peter who denies Jesus not one or two, but three times, and who later falls asleep in the Garden of Gethsemane at a critical time in Jesus’ ministry, is awake and he gets to experience this.

I was reminded of some times that may or may not have been truly liminal experiences in my life, but I know were times when I have been with people and the presence of God has felt different to me, when presence of God was almost palpable to me.  I felt as if only I dared to reach out, I could grab onto something and feel in my hands. Those times happened when I was a hospice and a hospital chaplain. It happened only the day before my mother died when she was clearly starting her journey. There was something that said, “Pay attention to the moment.”  There was nothing in the moment before that I was aware that made the next moment different, but the next moment was different. She was able to say that she felt as if she were drifting towards God. It was a moment I didn’t anticipate, and it was beautiful.

I was thinking about that moment as I was reading about Peter and James seeing Elijah and Moses alive with Jesus on the mountain. And I wondered what made the moment for me the same as the moment for Peter, who missed so many other critical moments later in the story. What made that moment different, and what I think makes all liminal moments possible, is that Peter was awake, which meant that he was paying attention.

And I’ve been thinking about that in the context of all that the world is showing us today and throwing at us, when our tendency is to want to go huddle up under the covers and not pay attention, to kind of will ourselves to not be awake in the presence of everything that we’re experiencing.  A little bit of confession here: I have come to terms this week with the reality that when I choose not to pay attention to what’s happening in the world, two other things are also happening:

The first thing is that I am in a place of privilege that I can do that, and I’m not sure it’s a place of privilege that I want to proudly occupy. When I can turn my back on the news that people are being rounded up, whether they’re citizens or not, whether they are documented or not – when I can turn my back on that, boy am I in a place of privilege. And again, it’s not a place I want to be, so I am trying to read the news a little bit more, although, quite frankly, it is painful, because privilege doesn’t preclude pain. It does mean that we have options about how, when, and how often we want to experience it.

The other thing that happens is that I don’t get to see, as Mr. Rogers advised, “the heroes.”  You don’t get to see God at work, fighting against the things that terrify you, that horrify you, that make your body and your soul so heavy you wonder why you’re getting up in the morning. When you’re not awake to things, you’re not awake to all things.

One of the things this Gospel reminds us is that those liminal times, those experiences of God that are different, those experiences that evoke hope and optimism, that ground us in the reality of God’s love for God’s people, those things happen when we least expect them. But even though we are not expecting them, we are awake to the possibility that they can happen, whether we know it or not. We’re awake to the possibility that God will make God’s presence known to us in a way that we need.

So, whatever it is that we need to get through, whether it’s illness or a political situation, we know that we need God, which means we must be awake.  We need to be “woke,” as the Black Lives Matter movement taught us and is now a term that has become such a rallying cry for the right at this point, or Christian Nationalists to say, “But we don’t want you to pay attention.”  What Christian Nationalists say woke is a bad thing, what they’re really saying is, “Close your eyes, because if you close your eyes, you can’t see good, either.  You can’t see the positive things that are happening around you. You can’t see your own potential to be a part of positive things happening.” It shuts us down and, I’ve said it often from this very place, that God always invites us into relationship, but God doesn’t ever insist that we accept the invitation.

If we want to be able to see that we are invited into deeper relationship with God, which does mean taking care of other people whether we know them or not, whether we like them or not, whether we agree with them or not – because that loving your neighbor thing is out there.  If we are to be able to accept the invitation, we have to be able to see it in the midst of everything that is happening, the good, the bad, the horrifying, and just the good old, mundane and ordinary stuff, because God is in it with us.  God is not making it happen, but God is saying, “If you let me lead you, I will bring you to me. You will see that there is hope for a future that is not some far off, after-you’re-dead future, but a future in the next moment, in the next week, in the next month, in the next decade.”

We get to do that. We get to have that, but we must be aware of what’s going on around us. In our second lesson today, from Peter, we had this idea that, “We didn’t get to this place by complicated mythologies.” It isn’t complicated. It’s not magic.  It’s the opposite of magic. It’s a fundamental truth about who we are and who we were created to be.  We make it complicated when we think we must close our eyes to what’s happening around us, when we think we can only see God and experience in this one little place, in this one little box. God is never in a box.

We make it complicated when we think that God is only present in this kind of thing, or that, because God is always present with us, all the time. It is as uncomplicated as it can be. It requires only that we accept the truth of our belovedness, that we see and accept the invitation into deeper relationship with God, and that we trust the God who has never, ever lied to us or let us down, to be with us and to show us the way forward, even if we don’t understand a single thing about what’s going on around us.

Our faith is about how we respond to the God we cannot define, that we cannot put in a box, that we cannot describe in the ways that we need certainty. Our faith requires that we trust in what we know to be true in those liminal moments. You may not realize that you’ve had a liminal moment. You may not be able to describe it in the way that I describe what I call liminal moments. I ask you all to search your hearts – and maybe you have to search back quite a while, or maybe it will come to you immediately – but search your hearts to remember a time when you thought you could not take another breath, you could not take another step, you could not see a way out of whatever it was you were in, and then remember that moment when you took another breath, when you took another step, and you realized you were no longer in that place you had been.  That, my friends, is a God experience. And, if we can all be awake and aware, and maybe looking , although actively looking for God doesn’t always get you to God, for some reason I haven’t figure out, but sometimes it does – if we can be aware of the possibility, if we can try to see our sisters and our brothers as heroes in this, to try to know that there will be some people who are heroes in this, and they may even be us, if we can be aware of that we will get through this.  It will be okay, though perhaps not in a way we can predict or describe, but we will be okay because we are never without God. And that’s a hard truth to remember at times when all we want to do is turn off the news, curl up under a blanket, and chant Kumbaya (something I’ve found myself doing).

Be aware. Take care of yourselves in the being aware. We don’t have to subject ourselves to everything all at once or all the time. Be awake. Pay attention. Allow God to give you what God knows you need and more will come.

Living Epiphany

If you observe liturgical seasons, you likely know that we are in the Season of Epiphany, which began on January 6th, the day in which we commemorate the arrival of the magi from the East. It is the season in which we focus on the ways in which Christ is manifest in the world.

I started thinking about this during a recent service.  We gathered with the hymn, Once in royal David’s city before moving on to the bidding prayer.  For some reason, one word in the fourth verse of the hymn caught my attention.  That word was pattern, as in “For he is our lifelong pattern.”  And then, just a few short minutes later, I read this: 

And because he particularly loves them, let us remember in his name the poor and helpless, the cold, the hungry and the oppressed, the sick and those who mourn, the lonely and unloved, the aged and little children, as well as those who do not know and love the Lord Jesus Christ.

I was struck by how much good we can do when we see Jesus not just as the Christ to be worshiped in our prayers and in our church services, but as the one whose earthly life should be the one after which we pattern our own lives, each and every day.   Can you imagine how different the world would be if all people in a position to help in any way remembered Jesus’ particular love for those in any kind of need?  And, lest you think this is just a liberal-leaning priest speaking, there is a decades old body of theology of Jesus’ “preferential option for the poor” that is a foundational principle in liberation theology.  This theology did not spring out of thin air but, rather, from a deep reading of the Gospels in which Jesus’ radical love and hospitality were repeatedly extended to the poor and marginalized, while those with the resources of wealth, power, privilege, and authority were pretty directly reminded of their obligation to love their neighbor by using those assets for the good of those in need.

So, what does it mean to understand Christ as manifest in the world?   And what does it mean specifically for us as we live our faith in 2025?

The second question is the easiest of the two to answer, and, if answered well, leads us to the answer to the first question.  We followers of Jesus are to fashion our lives after his earthly life, which means living the commandment to love one another as we have been loved in ways that make a real difference to real people in our communities and beyond.  In doing that, we show others what being loved by Jesus can do to make the world a kinder, gentler place in which all people have what they need to thrive, and no one feels entitled to have so much that there isn’t enough for others. 

The manifestation of Christ in the world does not consider the accumulation of wealth and power as the ultimate success. We will be truly successful when the world’s resources are not considered to be the property of any person or group to be used to for their own benefit or the benefit of a select few, but when those who have the drive, skills, and connections to build wealth actively work to ensure that the world’s resources are used to ensure that all people have what they need to thrive and no one lacks shelter, food, education, or safety. We will be a beacon of the manifestation of Christ in the world when all people – no exceptions – are valued as beloved of God, and their lives and work are never a means to a better end for some other people.

Trinity, why?

This is my sermon for Trinity Sunday, May 26, 2024. We are using Wilda Gafney’s Women’s Lectionary for the Whole Church, Year B. The lectionary was Hosea 11:1-4; Psalm 130:5-8; 131:1-3; 2 Peter 1:16-18; and Matthew 28:16-20

As a people, we’ve been seeking the Divine -God – since the beginning of time.  Our earliest stories, including those we hear in the Hebrew Scriptures, are all about our search for that deeper understanding.  Some of the stories are troubling.  Others don’t make much sense to us today. Some are reassuring and offer glimmers – sometimes magnificent beams – of hope.  There are confusing and sometimes seemingly contradictory messages about our relationship to God and God’s relationship to humankind and all of creation.  There are even those stories that seem to be troubling, nonsensical, reassuring, hopeful, confusing, and contradictory all at once!

What all of these stories and messages have in common is an understanding that there is a presence  beyond our immediate comprehension.  The stories we hear and the stories we tell are our best efforts to capture or document our experience of that divine presence.  And we can only experience, capture, and document at a particular moment in time, from where we find ourselves and how we find ourselves in that particular moment in time.  Because God is largely unknowable – at least in the ways we usually come to know what we know- we ascribe all manner of traits and temperaments, all kinds of motivations and reactions to God.  All of this is to help us better understand that which we desire beyond all else – deeper relationship with the God who breathed life into us and all creation.

Today is Trinity Sunday, a day on which we can’t help but acknowledge that the nature of God defies not only the comprehension of human reason but challenges the capacity of human language.  And yet try to explain or define or illuminate we do, year after year after year, even as we acknowledge that God is undefinable, immeasurable, beyond comprehension, beyond comparison. 

We seem to forget sometimes that the Bible never explicitly defines or describes God.  Trinitarian theology, including the language “Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,” language that so many of us have grabbed onto and have been adamant that we do not want to let loose, grew from the early days of Christianity when people were trying to understand life with Christ in the post-resurrection world.  The traditional language of the Trinity and the underlying theology was not a neat and tidy gift that suddenly appeared from heaven, but rather a long – and I’m talking hundreds of years long – human process of study, reflection, conversation, debate, and, ultimately, compromise, one that was often ugly and violent.  There were power plays and schisms, exiles and executions. 

Trinitarian theology did grow from the well-intentioned efforts of people like us who wanted to be better followers of Christ and understood the need for some common understanding, though they perhaps couldn’t have understood or foreseen that their best efforts, the conclusions of that time, would limit that same desire for people many centuries later.

The question of how to explain who God is and how God works in and through creation is not a question that should ever be considered answered once and for all.  One of the greatest gifts of faith is that, in response to God’s call to us, we do what we can do in our particular time and place to broaden our understanding and deepen our relationship with God. And then, because we possess this annoyingly human combination of traits: the need to be certain and the need to be right, we find ourselves in all kinds of situations in which our focus shifts from seeking God to trying to define once and for all who God is and how God is present in the world.  We forget that religion and all that we do within it should be an active seeking of relationship with God, a means to an end.  Sadly, too often, we equate religion and religious institutions with God.  The icon- which should point us to God, becomes the idol – that which we worship.  And that is true of our theology, as well. We find ourselves stuck or tied to the past or others’ experiences in ways that are not helpful or life-giving or God-like. 

You see, as interesting as it may be, as important as it is, for most of us the question isn’t whether or not we can explain the Trinity.  The questions that matter most as we live our lives are:

  • Do we believe (or at least hold open the possibility) that God is present with us in and through all things? and
  • How does our faith in God always present prepare us and shape us each and every day so that we live into the image of God in ourselves and each other?

The theologian, Paul Tillich, writing his systematic theologyover 50 years ago, said it well: “Theology moves back and forth between two poles, the eternal truth of its foundations and the temporal situation in which the eternal truth must be received.”

My prayer for all of us on this Trinity Sunday, is that we open our hearts and minds to new and varied ways of experiencing the presence of God, who was and is and is to come. Let us not be limited by particular language or by the experiences of others before us who so faithfully did the same.  Let us invite the Holy Spirit to continually guide us along the paths that will help us live our lives as our brother, Jesus, taught us, so that all people ultimately come to know the fullness of God’s love. Amen.

be bold, Beloved

This is my sermon from The Day of Pentecost 2024, a day that included a very special baptism. I offer it with the usual disclaimer that I don’t use notes when I preach so it is “more or less” what the congregation heard. We are using Dr. Wilda Gafney’s, A Women’s Lectionary for the Whole Church. The lectionary was Isaiah 44:1-8; Psalm 104:1-4, 10-15, 27-30; Romans 8:14-27; and John 14:8-17.

Today, in addition to being the day of Clara’s baptism, is the Day of Pentecost, the day we sometimes refer to as the birthday of the Church because it’s the day when God’s Holy Spirit descended upon the disciples as they were cowering in an upper room (or so we’re told in other parts of Scripture) not quite understanding how they were going to go on living life in the ways they had felt compelled to when they were sitting with Jesus, breaking bread with Jesus, healing with Jesus, and doing all the things they had been doing with Jesus for the three years of his public ministry, at least as far as we know it.

The Day of Pentecost is the day when the Spirit enlivens them to live their lives as Jesus would have them live, without needing the physical Jesus with them, living their lives with the understanding that to follow God’s commandments – to love one another as we are loved, to free the imprisoned, to give food to the hungry, clothing to the poor, shelter to the unsheltered, sight to the blind – to do all of those things that Jesus told us are part of how we love God because we show our love for God in the ways we show our love for God’s people.  That’s the day -today, Pentecost – when the disciples accepted the Spirit in their lives in a way they hadn’t before and the Church as we know it today, for better or for worse, was born.

What is also remarkable about this is that, in the reading from Acts we’ve heard in other years, we’re told that there are throngs of people outside, people from all nations and all languages, people who didn’t know each other and didn’t understand each other and would’ve thought they had very little in common, and suddenly they could understand each other.  This was possible because what the Spirit does for us is enliven our very core.  She enlivens the very essence of who we are as children of God.  When we live our lives with that essence as the wellspring, then the things we think divide us don’t because we’re not looking for obstacles, we’re looking for life, we’re looking for love.

Paul says to us that we don’t necessarily even need to know what we need or what we want or what we desire, because God’s spirit already does.  When we don’t know how to pray -whether it’s for ourselves or the problems of the world or for our friend or whatever it is- when we don’t know how to pray, when we open ourselves to the Spirit, the Spirit does it with us, and for us, and in us. 

And that really is how we should live as the Church, as the Body of Christ.  Not so much focused on what we think or what we want or any of that, but rather on what we discern God would have us do or how God would have us be in any circumstance or any moment in time.

Today, in just a few minutes, we’ll be baptizing Clara, who, at the ripe old age of seven, wants to be baptized.  Now, she was about five and a half when she said to her mother, “we need to start going to church.” I’m not sure she even understood what church was, but, lo and behold, we now have two new families in this parish because a five-and-a-half-year-old listened to what I can only imagine was the voice of God, even though at five and a half, she probably wouldn’t have thought it was the voice of God.  But she knew that she wanted to come here and be a part of a church community.

Today we are baptizing her and as we do this we will be invoking the Holy Spirit, not to come and to be a part of her for the first time, or a part of us for the first time, but to welcome her, to welcome her in the spirit of adoption we just heard about, to welcome her into the household of God in ways that we believe will shape her life, will inform the ways she lives her faith, will help us be a better church than we could have been yesterday.

The Spirit is with us. Today the Spirit, who is capable of doing things and doing new things at the same time, will be doing the same things she always does: being present in our midst, nudging us to invite her into our lives and our hearts, and she’ll be doing a new thing.  She’ll be making us different than we were yesterday because, in addition to Clara being welcomed, we will remember our call to be welcoming.   

You will have a spoken part.  I’m going to ask you a question and I expect a faith-filled, resounding, “We will!” in answer to that question.  In that moment, I invite you to open your hearts, maybe to more than where they are in this moment, to where the Spirit is calling you. I invite you to listen to how the Spirit is nudging you to live your faith in ways that are as bold and as forthright as a five-and-a-half-year-old making the decision that coming to this church, to being part of a community of faith, was something she just needed to do.