Saturday, April 8, 2023

Easter is Lurking

 Alleluia, Christ has risen!

Image attribution: JESUS MAFA. Easter - Christ appears to Mary, from Art in the Christian Tradition, a project of the Vanderbilt Divinity Library, Nashville, TN. https://diglib.library.vanderbilt.edu/act-imagelink.pl?RC=48389 [retrieved April 6, 2023]. Original source: http://www.librairie-emmanuel.fr (contact page: https://www.librairie-emmanuel.fr/contact).


The Lord is risen indeed!

I know, not quite yet, but the lilies will soon lurk in the side foyer, the bulletins are ready, and spring is upon us. The promise of new life and new possibilities abound. On Easter Sunday we will bring out the alleluias for all to proclaim. It will be a glorious celebration and I truly hope that you will choose to come and rejoice with us at St Patrick’s—with your church. I pray that this Easter will be a time of awakening, in each of us, the hope and the promise of the Resurrection of Christ.

Church is the people of God. Church is the people at work welcoming the stranger, filling the soup bowls, teaching the music, making the palm crosses, and hiding the Easter Eggs. It is the person hanging the banner on the sign, polishing the brass, singing the songs, telling the stories, leading the Bible study, ironing the linens. It is the person who stops to help—even though no one is looking and there will be no reward for doing so except a glad and grateful heart. And yes, “church” is also the congregation gathered in that “building” to sing and to pray, to ask forgiveness, to give thanks, and to worship God. 

Monday, March 20, 2023

Up from the grave... John 11

             John 11 is a familiar story.  We hear it a lot at funerals.  Lazarus, Jesus’ friend has died unexpectedly and Jesus – perhaps fearing for his own life delays in traveling to Bethany for the funeral.  When he does finally arrive, Martha and then Mary come to meet him and all of those people who were there to console the sisters came with them.  Jesus was their teacher, their rabbi, their friend.  He was the one who they expected would make sense of all of this horrible grief that consumed them. 

Martha’s grief turns to rage and she accuses Jesus of being uncaring.  Jesus, in what is for me one of the most poignant revelations of God’s nature, is overcome by grief himself and begins to weep.  But he doesn’t make excuses for his tardiness.  Instead he turns the conversation into one that is grounded in faith.  He reassures Martha that in fact death is not the ultimate outcome of life and he gently and lovingly recalls the mystery of his relationship with God and the hope for salvation that comes from that mystery.  And then he instructs the crowd to roll away the stone.  Once again Martha chides him.  “But Lord it has been 4 days – there will be a stench.”  Jesus insists and then with the authority of one who knows that with God there is always the opportunity for renewal - he calls Lazarus forth out of the tomb.  

It is short-sighted to see this as just a story about Lazarus coming back to life.  Salvation is about transformation in this life.  Transformation of self and more expansively transformation of a very broken world in this life – not salvation as preparation for the next.  This lesson invites us to imagine the possibility of resurrected lives all around us – in ourselves, our families, our community and the world.  Resurrection for those who desperately need it right now. 

William Barclay, a 20th century theologian from Scotland said that the miracle stories of the Bible are symbols of what God can do today.  He was severely criticized for his expansive understanding, but it certainly resonates with me.  How we live into these stories of God’s action in our world will determine whether or not the church becomes a 21st century prophetic voice or whether it becomes tired and obsolete and simply fades away into oblivion.  We cannot sit back and wish that young people appreciated the music and liturgy that molded our childhood.  We who believe that with God all things are possible, including new life from dead and buried souls, must affirm our beliefs with our actions.

Today John invites us to stand at the tomb of Lazarus and to imagine a possibility beyond the stench of a decaying body.  To dream about the possibilities for transformation of our lives and the lives of those around us in unfettered and limitless dimensions.  To listen for the voice of Jesus calling us to come out of our blindness, our captivity, our lifelessness and to experience the joy of a resurrected life.

Let us pray:  Gracious and loving God, give us ears to hear you when you call to us, eyes to imagine the possibilities of a life lived in You, and the willingness to step up and unbind those whom you awaken this day.  Amen


Sunday, March 12, 2023

I was blind, but now I see... Amazing Grace

          


The Gospel lesson for Year A Lent 4 is the story of Jesus healing a man who had been blind from birth.  It is told in such detail that I can just imagine it on stage - perhaps as a high school drama production.  It would serve that venue well because there are so many characters in it, arrogant church leaders, nosy neighbors, mis-informed disciples, petrified parents, a blind beggar, and two cameos by a traveling Rabbi who clearly has stepped outside the norm of church operations.  Before you read any further follow this link in order to read the passage from John. 

The story is ripe with paradox.  Things are just not as they seem to be.  A blind beggar who has the audacity to instruct the church hierarchy in their own law, healed by a disappearing Rabbi who likes to play in the mud, and on the Sabbath too.  Shame! Shame!   What is this world coming to?  It seems that the restoration of this beggar's sight reveals more than the landscape.  This enlightenment reveals the spiritual blindness of all of those around him who are so caught up in their own manufactured world that they fail to see God's light shining in Jesus.

Being able to see requires that we disclaim all that we hold dear in order to claim life in Christ. We must turn our backs on our own self-centered path and follow Jesus into an unknown place where we are forgiven and where we are to be beloved of God.  It will be a relationship that is kindled through healing, through forgiveness, and through restoration.  Jesus tells us that things will come about through God’s actions, not through our adherence to old worn-out pre-conceptions or through our manipulation of events.  God must be a facilitator if the relationship is to be whole and those who want to be able to see clearly will need a change of heart that allows us to respond appropriately and faithfully when God calls us. 

 Buen Camino

Mother Jane

Tuesday, March 7, 2023

Living Water - Troubled Water

  


John 4: 5-42

        Our bodies are made up of about 60% or so of water.  Without a doubt water is central to every aspect of our lives.  So it is not surprising to me our scripture uses images of water to describe such things as faith, eternal life, safety, provision, even power. 

This week we have the second of that series of stories from John that I mentioned on Sunday.  Each one of them is laced with profound images:  darkness and light, blindness and seeing, confinement and freedom, isolation and inclusion.  John’s gospel is at its core a gospel of love, telling us through signs, stories, and witness of the profound and expansive love of God that is revealed to us in Jesus.  And John uses the images of our everyday lives to describe that love.  Daytime and nighttime, water, eyesight, wells, burial…  these stories are poignant for us because we know them intimately.  We live them everyday.   

Jesus makes a profound statement to the Woman at the Well:   

"If you knew the gift of God, and who it is that is saying to you, `Give me a drink,' you would have asked him, and he would have given you living water."

Living water….  Troubled water…  Water through which God’s gift is given.  The Living Water that Jesus gives transforms her life and in transforming her life, transforms the lives of others.

  We should not open our mouths to drink of the Living Water unless we are ready to be transformed.  This water that Jesus gives comes with a cross.  It comes with the cross of foregoing our own wants and desires in order to provide dignity, respect, and love to those who are in need.  It comes with the cross of pain and hurt of illness, poverty, or isolation.  It comes with the cross of responsibility to envision God’s hope for the world and to work for that end.  It comes with the cross of uncertainty that comes with living our lives with faith in God rather than in worldly power.

I’m good with that!  Buen Camino,

Mother Jane

Oh Nichodemus!

 

John 3:1-17 Reflection

I read somewhere – have no idea now where I read it… the story of a newly minted convert who went to see the local Christian missionary. He asked the missionary this question. “If I did not know about God and about sin—would I go to hell?” “No”, said the missionary, “not if you had no knowledge of God’s commandments”. “Then for heaven’s sake”, said the convert… “Why did you tell me?”

I can identify. It is often easier to shut out the ways in which God calls us to new life than it is to open ourselves to change and hopefully growth. And yet there is this yearning—this need—this desire to enter into a deeper knowledge and understanding of God and our relationship with God and each other. And isn’t that really why, year after year, we enter into this season of Lent hopeful that this year all of the fasting and penitence will lead us to some sort of corrective that will make us more worthy of God’s (and everyone else’s) love. That’s where I believe the missionary got it wrong. It’s not the lack of knowledge that relieves us of responsibility. It is the act of Love, bestowed upon us by God, in many and miraculous ways, that welcomes us into forgiveness and healing.

This week in the SSJE email Br Geoffrey reflected on the feeling of shame that is a debilitating contributor to our life as Christians. He wrote, “I wonder if you have some action of which you are ashamed, which you keep remembering, replaying, again and again. Maybe God is longing to reassure you that God remembers your sin no more, and you should stop remembering it as well. You may not be able to forget, but you can stop remembering and trust God’s word.”

The story of Nichodemus does not end with the encounter in our Sunday Gospel. This Sunday we will explore the other “Nichodemus encounters” But for now I think that we all yearn for some answer, some formula, that will lift our shame and our longing for love and acceptance and map out a plan for action. But life is not like that. We are not in control. That’s Jesus’ guidance for Nichodemus.  Jesus is telling him that there is no mitzvah (deed) or bracha (blessing) that offers God’s love. To be “born again” is to recognize our spiritual dependence on our relationship with God and to open ourselves to receive God’s love.

Buen Camino,

Mtr Jane

Image attribution: Pittman, Lauren Wright. Born Again, from Art in the Christian Tradition, a project of the Vanderbilt Divinity Library, Nashville, TN. https://diglib.library.vanderbilt.edu/act-imagelink.pl?RC=57087 [retrieved March 2, 2023]. Original source: Lauren Wright Pittman, http://www.lewpstudio.com/.

Friday, September 10, 2021

A reflection offered at Sacred Heart Catholic Church in Cambridge Mass, Dec, 2001


       On Monday Nov. 19, 2001, I boarded a bus in South Station for Manhattan.  I traveled with fellow deacon, Daphne Noyes.  We were responding to a call for help from deacons in New York, to serve as chaplain at the World Trade Center site.  A site known as the HellHole, the Pit, the Pile, Ground Zero.  We arrived early, met our contact person, Keith, and headed down Fulton Street to the temporary morgue that was set up just a few yards from what was left of the twin towers.

Once in the morgue we met those chaplains whom we were relieving.  One was a Rabbi and one a Catholic Priest.  We discussed the importance of offering prayers over the remains that would be appropriately ecumenical for civilian casualties.  We chose to pray with the Psalms, the 121st and the 23rd.   Then we were briefed on our duties.  We were to wait until we got a call that one of the spotters had found remains.  Then we were to go with the EMTs into the hole to pray with the laborers and fireman who were there.  We would accompany the remains to the morgue where a medical examiner would determine, if in fact, there were human remains present and whether or not the remains were that of a person of service, a fireman or policeman.  If so, the body bag would be draped with an American flag.  We were to offer prayers for the deceased and for the men and women working there and an honor guard would stand watch while the flag draped litter was carried to an ambulance to be transported to the main morgue at Bellevue Hospital.    -     I have never prayed so hard in my life.  I prayed for those who lost their lives.  I prayed for the men and women who had survived.  I prayed for those of us who felt distant and helpless in the face of such an evil act.  And I prayed for myself - that I would not shrink from the horrific sight of burned mortality, that I would have the right words to offer when we cried, that I would not get sick from the smell. 

 After a short time, Keith took us out of the morgue to walk the perimeter and to meet and talk with some of the people working on the site.  As we approached the Hole the smell of acrid, moist air grew strong.  I reached for my respirator, but hesitated wanting somehow to feel with all of my senses in order to try to grasp what had happened here.  There were piles and piles of colorless soot, twisted steel, junk.  Everywhere I looked there were huge digging machines, taking bite after bite out of the junk and placing it on the side of the hole.  Then the jaws would sift and sift to allow the spotters time to look for buried equipment, clothing, or burned flesh and bones.  There was a constant trail of smoke rising from various spots.  The pile was still burning deep within its bowels.  Each time the jaws would pull up a hot steel girder the smoke would increase, the smell would become stronger, and the water cannon would send long streams of water high into the air and flood the burning hole.  Clouds of steam would rise up like a mushroom cloud.   As we walked we saw and heard, off in the distance, a wrecking ball as it demolished piece after piece of the Customs House in one loud crash after another.  Steel and ash got loaded onto great dump trucks and flat beds that made there way out of Manhattan to Fresh Kill, the dump site that has become the resting place for the once great buildings.  Each truck was washed under overhead sprinklers before it left the site.  Everything gets washed before it leaves Ground Zero, trucks, trash, boots, and hands.

 As we walked around the site we were greeted by smiles and waves.  Men and women who were grateful for a listening ear.  Before I left Boston, I wondered what our place would be here. I know now. As men and women we have no place, but God does and we are privileged to be offered an opportunity to remind the phenomenal men and women working there that God is there with them. We offer some order and control over the process of removing the remains and for that ritual the laborers and the men of service seem to be very grateful. I rode around the site one night on a buggy with a contractor who had been in Tower 1. He escaped but a laborer that he had laid off two weeks before had gotten a job on the 110 floor. We talked for a while about being a survivor and how much that can hurt and how hard you work in the aftermath. We reminded each other of God's peace and parted. He had a really nice smile.

 Thanksgiving Day the Red Cross had neglected to schedule anyone to relieve us so we worked on – 37 hours.  I slept for a while at St. Paul’s Church.  St. Paul’s is a church that is located on the corner of Broadway and Fulton, just two blocks from the heart of what was the World Trade Center.  St. Paul’s was covered by ash and debris in the tragedy there but the structure itself was not heavily damaged.  Almost immediately after the disaster the people of St. Paul’s converted the church to a shelter for the workers at the Pile.  They have provided clothing, food, beds, medical help, and a spiritual refuge for literally thousands of men and women who entered there exhausted - physically, mentally, and spiritually.  Every inch of open space is covered with notes of thanks and encouragement from people all over the world.

Early on the morning of Thanksgiving the digging stopped as spotters had seen the bodies of two firemen and the partial remains of several civilians.  Daphne went into the Pit while I waited and prayed as each bag was brought into the morgue.  I have never felt so helpless in my life.  But I have also never felt so privileged.  Privileged to have served.  Privileged to have offered reassurance of God’s presence and love.  Privileged to have walked along the last few feet to the vehicle that would carry those heroes away.


         The great plumes of gas, steam, and debris that rise up out of the pit each time the digger hits a pocket of hot metal - set beside the sacredness of the effort that is going on there are a constant reminder of God’s presence.  Man cannot bring life back from the pit.  Only God can do that.  But what I saw there was the human expression of God’s work through the work of those men and women.  God and man are about the business of cleaning up evil's mess.  Ground Zero is holy ground and the hands of the men and women who struggle there are holy hands.  The evil that visited there wanted to create darkness, but the darkness is giving way to the light of compassion, the light of self-sacrifice, the light of love.

Sunday, April 4, 2021

Easter Vigil Sermon 2021 St Patrick's Long Beach


Tonight when we move to the Table to celebrate the Eucharist, when all of the bread and wine on that Table have been consecrated, when I reach down and pick up that Easter host and break it in half I will say:  “Behold what we are” and you will respond “May we become what we receive.”  “Behold what we are” “May we become what we receive.”

These words can be traced all the way back to St. Augustine, who, sometime in the 4th and 5th centuries, preached a sermon on the Eucharist.   In this sermon, St Augustine says: “one of the deep truths of Christian faith: through our participation in the sacraments (particularly in baptism and Eucharist), we are transformed into the Body of Christ, given for the world.” In broken bread and wine outpoured, we glimpse Christ’s broken body on the cross and see the lengths to which God is willing to go for each and everyone of us – an intimate love beyond measure. “Behold what we are: May we become what we receive.”

So that’s great for liturgy.   John over there on the piano might wonder why we are not using one of the beautiful fraction anthems on this first Eucharist of Easter.  Others might prefer that we stick with “Alleluia Christ our Passover is sacrificed for us.  Therefore let us keep the feast Alleluia.”  Just for a minute though let’s stop and think

‘What does it mean to see what we are, and to become what we receive in our lives?”   What did St Augustine mean when he said we are transformed into the Body of Christ?  Are we meant to become a broken loaf of bread and some wine? The bread goes stale, and the wine sours if left out for too long, so that doesn't make much sense.   But then again, aren’t the bread and wine more for us than what we see?

As Episcopalians we often talk about the Real Presence of Christ in the Eucharist.  After consecration, we hold that the left over bread and wine are no longer just bread and wine.  We treat them as holy, set aside for particular reverence.  When we pour out the wine, we pour it into a basin that goes directly to the ground and does not mingle with other waste water.  Unused consecrated bread is held in a place set aside, so that it is easily recognized.  Or it is buried as we would bury a body that has died.  

I am quite certain that each one of us has a slightly different understanding of what the “Real presence of Christ” means, but honestly I don’t think that is the point.   The point is that every time we receive the Eucharist, we are transformed -- or at least we should be transformed – just a little more fully into the Image of God in which we were created, so that the divine love that made us and that flows through us can become more fully expressed in the world. 

Those words at the Fraction, “Behold what we see.  May we become what we receive” ask us to look deeper at what we see- this bread and wine, the offering of Jesus, the person of Jesus, this invitation to wholeness in Jesus, and become what we see through our incorporating that wholeness and love in the world around us.  At the core of this becoming is a relationship, - a relationship with Christ - so profound that we can’t live the same anymore because of it.

This act of sharing God’s Love starts with awareness.  Awareness of the Gifts we receive at this Table and the gratitude that we have for that gift of sustenance, resiliency, consolation, and hope.  And in our gratitude we are sent on our way into the world to live differently because of what we’ve received – whether in person or virtually through the prayer for spiritual Communion -, a reception that fundamentally changes us because we now see and know ourselves differently due to the action of Christ’s birth, life, death, and resurrection. The deepest mystery is how will we act - how we are to live because of what we see and receive? 

As Christians, I believe we are called to live differently in the world, which means how we make choices in life, matters.  The needs around us are incredibly high, isolation and loneliness are our constant companions for months now.   Incomes and housing are unequal, good jobs are difficult with or without a pandemic, security seems more uncertain than it did in the past. How do we support the wholeness of God's vision for the world?

I think, we start with what’s in-front of us. When we see poverty, racism, sexism, any phobia, or any boundary that keeps us apart from one another, we ask questions about why this still happens, and we stand with those who are disposed -- because in standing with them, we are acting to support the whole.  When we start to take our grand-kids fears seriously when they tell us that climate change is the thing which keeps them awake at night, because in listening to their fears we start to act on how to work for a better world for all. When we listen and learn how to have conversations differently about mental health, removing the stigma and shame, we act to opening the door to healing and wholeness. When we begin to recognize the inequity built into a society formed on the backs of people of color and to the benefit of those who are white then we can begin to heal the wounds. 

We start, slowly, to bring wholeness to our communities through building human relationships, Christ centered relationships because, you see, this is the key, Christ came, lived, loved, and died as one of us to make us whole again -- to bring us back to wholeness through a relationship with him.  Every one of us, both here and outside this church, deserve wholeness, it's a fundamental human right. And the practice of wholeness starts right here, at this altar, today. 

“Behold what we are: May we become what we receive”

How different our lives become when we believe that every little act of faithfulness, every gesture of love, every word of forgiveness, every gift for the good of someone else, every little bit of joy and peace will multiply and multiply as long as there are people to receive it. In the Eucharistic prayer the priest takes the bread, blesses the bread, breaks the bread, and gives the bread.  That is the promise of the Eucharist: that as we know ourselves to be taken, blessed, broken, and given, we will become bread for the world. And our lives will feed and bless those around us in more ways than we can ask or imagine. Amen

 

 

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