Sunday, December 12, 2021

A Lit Candle = An Act of Hope*


3rd Sunday of Advent - Year C
Homily December 12, 2021
TO LIGHT A CANDLE IS AN ACT OF HOPE*


 

SING: 

In the Lord I’ll be ever thankful

In the Lord I will rejoice

Trust in God

Do not be afraid

Lift up your voices 

The Lord is near

Lift up your voices,

The Lord is near! (from Taize)

 

We have a rather obvious theme running through today’s readings

In the order I heard them…here are the clues: 

 

Rejoice

Exult

Do not fear

God is in your midst

Rejoice

Exult

Do not be afraid

Give thanks

Exalt

Sing

The lord has done great things

Ring out your joy

Rejoice

Again, I say rejoice

The Lord is near

Shalom…Peace

 

And then there is theBaptist…who apparently didn’t get the message;)

 

YOU BROOD OF VIPERS!

I AM NOT WORTHY!

BURNING WITH UNQUENCHABLE FIRE!

EVEN NOW THE AX LIES READY!

 

This is the 3rd Sunday of Advent

3 candles

Gaudete Sunday

Gaudete means REJOICE

 

John the Baptist, our Retro-Old-Time-Prophet, deserves a closer look

 

Here’s what shocks me 

It’s the crowd…

They get called a BROOD OF VIPERS

They don’t get angry! And they don’t leave!?

 

Not only don’t they leave…they engage!
they continue the conversation 

“What then should we do…kind preacher?”

This question is key to the whole unfolding of Luke’s Gospel

The question of What to do? appears in this Gospel 3x as often as the other three combined

 

Perhaps the crowds are like us

At least the Sunday version of us?

When we ritually confess to our sinfulness together

And we admit “I have fallen short”

…we have broken the covenant 

…we have forgotten whose we are.

Perhaps they have brought their repentant Sunday selves out into the desert 

And sothey listen

And stay

And ask “What then shall we do?”

 

And, honestly, John’s response is rejoicing worthy!

 

After all that fire and brimstone

His answer to the question is surprisingly ordinary

 

1.    To the crowds---presumably rather poor, he says SHARE

2.    To the tax collectors, he says BE FAIR

3.    And to the soldiers, he says STOP BULLYING

 

It all sounds a little “Grade School”

 

That might just be the point???

 

I grew up in the shadows of many catholic catalogue statues of very heroic Saints!

(don’t get me wrong I love a good HEROIC Saint story!)

 

But John seems to be saying that

Being Faithful isn’t the same as being heroic

Being Faithful isn’t the same as being heroic

 

Being faithful means different things to different people

to tax-collectors, or soldiers, or Episcopal priests, or farmers

to New Harmony shopkeepers, orretired educators, 

to welders, or artists, or musicians

 

Each of us has opportunities to be God’s people, 

and to do God’s will

And these opportunities are Shaped  

By our lives…our work…our relationships

 

John’s crowd is Riff-Raff

Poor folks with little to offer

Despised tax-collectors

And feared soldiers

 

Not only are they NOT excluded 

They are singled-out as…at least potentially…fruitful

(…another consistent Lucan theme)

They are not called to sever their relationship with Rome

They are not challenged to live lives of pacifism

They are called to serve Where. They. Are.

 

Right now

When the news I hear continues to distress

When, with increasing frequency, I hear the warning on the radio

“this next story contains graphic images not suitable for children”

 

It’s hard not to shut down

It’s hard not to answer that question differently:

“What then shall we do?”

NOTHING

Pull. Up. The. Covers!

 

Where does hope and joy fit in?

 

To light a candle is an act of HOPE:

In South Africa, during the years of struggle to end Apartheid

Christians would light candles and place them in windows

They were a sign to everyone  

that their’s was a home or family that believed that some day this injustice would end. 

A candle burning in a window

a sign…a sacrament of hope 

as well as a political statement 

This simple act caught the attention of the government 

and a law was passed that made it illegal to put a lit candle in a window

The severity of the offense was on par with carrying a firearm

The government knew the power of a lit candle

Quickly, though, this became a joke and the children would chant

“Our government is afraid of lit candles!


 This is the kind of hope that Paul believes in.


The movement of today’s readings, chronologically, is from 

JUDGEMENT IS NEAR 

      to

THE LORD IS NEAR

From John the Baptist

…to St Paul

 

Paul is writing to his beloved Philippians 

It’s a love letter

An intimate love letter from prison

Paul is shackled and locked in a cell 

the outcome does not look promising

But the community has sent one of their own

They NEED to be in communion with Paul 

 

He writes so tenderly

He writes to invite the community’s continued faithfulness

Even amid threat and uncertainty

… Paul is consumed by real joy.

 

He is full…

full of gratitude for the long loving relationship 

he has enjoyed in the midst of the church at Philippi

 

Paul uses the word koinonia

The fellowship…the bond…they shared as, together, they proclaimed the gospel

 

Today’s short passage

Comes at the closing of the letter

Paul urges joy…

Which, for him

Isn’t dependent on circumstances

Rejoicing isn’t simple “Happy Happy”

Rejoicing is a choice…a disposition of faith

 

Even when it seems that some other power is in control

The vision HOLDS

The vision of God’s redemption of the whole Cosmos… HOLDS

WHY? Because…my friends

We are kin to that church in Philippi

We have had real glimpses of this redemption

We have experienced resurrection

A fresh start in ourselves and in others

over and over again

 

Paul reminds his friends

Whatever our present suffering

Whatever griefs burden us

THE LORD IS NEAR

REJOICE the LORD IS NEAR

 

Here is when I need your help.

When I say 

REJOICE!

You say 

THE LORD IS NEAR

 

REJOICE!

R/ THE LORD IS NEAR

 

 

When the fruits of my labors bear visible fruit and I feel the warm companionship of my God

I say REJOICE!

R/ THE LORD IS NEAR

 

And even when my efforts seem to be fruitless---when they become drudgery and I feel tempted to believe that “I am not enough”

Again, I say REJOICE!

R/ THE LORD IS NEAR

 

When JOY ABOUNDS at the long-awaited arrival of new life.

I say REJOICE!

R/ THE LORD IS NEAR

 

And even when I feel overwhelmed by violence and aggression

I say REJOICE!

R/ THE LORD IS NEAR

 

When finally, after weeks of anxiety ridden waiting, I hear good news from my oncologist

I say REJOICE!

R/ THE LORD IS NEAR

 

And even when the test results mean a near future of tough treatment and uncertain outcome

Again, I say REJOICE!

R/ THE LORD IS NEAR

 

When I am on it…when I see clearly the temptation to desire that which can never satisfy

I say REJOICE!

R/ THE LORD IS NEAR

 

And even when when blindness creeps in and I fall for any one of my pet false Gods

Again, I say REJOICE!

R/ THE LORD IS NEAR

 

When my heart is at peace and I can echo honestly Paul’s words: “I live now, not I, but Christ lives in me”

I say REJOICE!

R/ THE LORD IS NEAR

 

And even when I feel at war within myself, not at peace, unable to rest

Again, I say REJOICE!

R/ THE LORD IS NEAR

 

When joy comes easily

I say REJOICE!

R/ THE LORD IS NEAR

 

And even when joy is hard 

Again, I say REJOICE!

R/ THE LORD IS NEAR

 

SING: In the Lord I’ll be ever thankful

In the Lord I will rejoice

Trust in God

Do not be afraid

Lift up your voices 

The Lord is near

Lift up your voices,

The Lord is near!


*from Ron Rohlheiser, "The Power of a Candle"  https://ronrolheiser.com/the-power-of-a-candle/#.YbZsiS1h21s

"The servant's name was Malchus" John 18:10*

Homily, November 21, 2021
St. Stephens Episcopal, Church New Harmony, Indiana
Feast of Christ the King
Year B 

"The servant's name was Malchus"

Advent, Christmas, Lent, Easter, Pentecost

…I love the liturgical year.

It’s like living here in the Midwest

…all four seasons…each unfolding into the next

This ancient liturgical rhythm nurtures something in me

…it awakens me to the passing of time.

 

Today’s feast of Christ the King is not ancient

It was added to the liturgical year in 1925 

In the aftermath of WW1

I searched “societal upheaval in the 1920’s”

And this is what I found:

 

“Isolationism, unemployment, and a series of terrorist acts provoked nationwide panic over communist radicalism. Alarm manifested itself in vigilante attacks on union rallies and in raids that rounded up thousands of immigrants for deportation.”

 

Sounds a little familiar;)

 

In this time when Czars, and Kaisers, and Kings were toppling

The Church asserts to the world

“Take heart…Christ is King…his kingdom endures forever”

 

This is a feast day of hope.

And hope is a perfect way to close the liturgical year 

and begin again the hopeful season of Advent…

 

So today: Hope to Hope!

 

Our Gospel reading is a slice out of 

what is called the “Trial Narrative” in John’s Gospel

It is scene 2 out of 7

Just to set the scene a little


Jesus has washed the disciple’s feet 

They shared a last meal together

A meal around a table of freedom and service and peace

DO THIS in memory of me is Jesus’ final command

Jesus is in the Garden with his friends

In the garden this peace meets violence

 

Judas leads a “detachment”

…has a SWAT team kind of ring to it

There were soldiers, and police

And the text says

“They came with lanterns and torches and weapons”

Jesus meets violence with peace

 

And Peter messes up again

He draws his sword and cuts off the right ear of the high priest’s slave

…who was named Malchus

 

(I wonder why we get the detail about Malchus? It is important…he has a name…I imagine that at the time of the writing Malchus was part of the community…he became one of them. Which highlights just how wrong Peter was. If Peter’s way ruled the day Malchus would have been collateral damage)

 

Jesus is first put before Caiaphas, the Jewish authority.

And then comes today’s conversation between Pilate and Jesus

The obvious question that the narrative poses is 

Just what kind of King is Jesus?

Jesus runs away from being made king in Ch 6

Kingship doesn’t appear to be what he’s after

 

What kind of King?

What kind of reign?

What kind of power?

What are we talking about here?

 

To put it simply

Jesus’ brand of King, Reign, and power is NOTHING that Pilate can possibly imagine

 

Here is what I believe to be true:

JESUS IS NOT THE NEW AUTHORITARIAN CEASAR/CZAR/KAISER OR KING

AND

WE…ARE NOT POWERLESS

 

So there will be NO “Christ is King so we are off the hook”

 

·      Jesus is not THAT kind of King

·      We are NOT powerless

·      Jesus forgoes violence

·      His army is made up of “feet-washers”

·      Do this in memory of me

 

 

 

 

What settled in my this week is the question:

What informs the way I wield my allotment of power?

 

It is TOO EASY for me 

Reflecting on this reading

to say 

“I am not violent…I don’t bring weapons to rallies ready to fight those who don’t agree with me!”

NO…My style of violence is more subtle

I would call it “aggressiveness of mind and body”

 

Just last weekend I was on retreat with the women of St Bens

And from the get-go

The retreat leader got under my skin

Her language, her style, her energy…I didn’t like it---I didn’t like her!

 

In the first 15 minutes I had decided

…unconsciously until I reflected later… 

to close my ears

I was pretending to listen

I found out last night (when I was having supper with some friends) 

that my pretense was not at all successful

My friend, who was across the table from me at the retreat,

could FEEL my aggressiveness.

 

In the evening when I went home for the night,

I shared with Rob all the reasons the retreat leader got on my nerves.

I decided to skip Saturday and return for the final Sunday morning session.

 

At the close of the retreat

I overheard many women talking 

about what they were taking away from the experience

All of it wise, and inspiring, and challenging

 

This is my confession of how I participate in violence.

How I weild my allotment of power

It is aggressive 

It pretends to be silent

It spreads to those around me

And it costs me!

It costs me the Joy of Generous Listening

 

One more story to communicate my hope and prayer for how I can be different

How to do more than just try NOT to continue as always.

 

On my last visit to see my Dad

I was surprised to find that there was a 25 minutes wait for an Uber

That never happens

SO I check in at the Taxi stand…there too was a 20+ minute wait.
And just as I was grumbling to myself

A woman ahead of me in line

Asked me to join her ride

She must have heard me say my destination 

and knew that it was very close to hers.

 

I am not making this up!

 

So for the next 12 minutes in the taxi

She told me of what a remarkable travel day it had been

How she had witnessed kindness after kindness

There was a story about a guy who lost his cell phone 

And the someone who found it took the time to track him down

And the woman on the flight who gave up her prized aisle seat so that a family could sit closer together

And more

 

I have been flying a lot

I go to care for Dad

And yesterday I got home from Denver 

after responding to an SOS from my Son and daughter in law

 

And I can safely say that no matter when you fly 

Any day of airline travelling there will be plenty “aggressive” behaviors to focus on. 

 

But this woman…

 

Not only did she choose to forgo aggressive thoughts/words/actions

She CHOSE to see the kindnesses

to see and to spread them to whomever she met!

SO full of the goodness of her day she paid the cab fare for both of us.

 

I want to have her eyes and her ears

I want to see and hear Christ’s kingdom of non-violence and peace

 

Early yesterday morning my son drove me to the Denver airport

It was the first time in 4 days that we had the opportunity to talk

For more than 5 minutes

 

He talked about his school where he is the principal

We talked about the church…his is a catholic school so he works for the church which has its frustrations

And we talked about Christ the King Sunday and approaching Advent

 

And somehow during this wandering conversation

Robbie mentioned that he regrets the new translation of Mary’s Magnificat

in the liturgy of the hours 

The Magnificat is a prayer recited every evening 

 

It is the Song of Mary

When Mary visits her cousin Elizabeth

The 2 pregnant women rejoice together

 

And Mary erupts in the song that begins with these familiar words:

“My soul magnifies the Lord,

And my spirit rejoices in God my savior,

For he has looked with favor on

The lowliness of his servant…”

 

Robbie’s disappointment came when the word “Magnifies”

was changed to “glorifies”

…“My soul glorifies the Lord…

 

Glorifies isn’t bad

But Magnifies is so much better!

It’s a bullhorn for our soul

Magnifies speaks to OUR power!

Like Mary

We are NOT powerless

 

Our souls magnify

That is for certain

But…What does my soul magnify?

(Well…I suppose it depends on the day)

 

But I pray

With you and for you

Let it be the Lord

Let it be the Lord who is a servant/foot-washing/King!

 

Monday, October 25, 2021

Still Clinging?*

 Homily, Sunday October 22, 2021

Bartimaeus

Mark 10:46-52


            

 

It is such a short story

Just a few verses

It almost causes a sleepy yawn (I can make myself yawn…who knew;)

…another story about Jesus healing a blind man

…or is it??? ;) ;)

 

In these few verses

THERE. ARE. SURPRISES. EVERYWHERE!!!

 

 

I’m guessing that all of you have heard the phrase

…related to real estate:

“Location, location, location”

 

Experiencing all the SURPRISES in this text

Is all about location 

 

Throughout this liturgical year

We have been following the arc of the Story of Jesus

Through the lens of Mark and the Marcan community 

Since early September we have been hearing          

from the mid-section of Mark’s Gospel

It is called the “Journey Narrative”

Jesus is always coming and going from various towns

…always heading to Jerusalem

 

This section is bookended by two stories 

Two stories about blind men who regain their sight

The first one…which we did not read on Sunday…

Is a gradual healing story

Jesus takes the action

He spits into the blind man’s eyes

At first he only partially sees…people look like trees

And then Jesus gives it a second go to completion

 

The purpose of this first bookend story is to prepare the hearers…us

for just how difficult it is to change the way we see

To see with fresh eyes. 

 

Jesus has an agenda as he journeys toward Jerusalem

He wants his disciples to “get it”

To “get it” deeply enough to survive what will happen in Jerusalem.

Their heads are full of false expectations

…of Conquering Messiahs not Suffering Servants.
They need fresh eyes.

 

The SURPRISES are not just in today’s text

They are all over this section

 

2 weeks ago: SURPRISE!

The pious young rich man

Who calls Jesus “Good Teacher”

A very observant Jew

Follows all the commandments

“Since birth” the text says

SURPRISE! He is the one who fails the discipleship test!

He can’t take that next step toward following Jesus.

 

And last week

SURPRISE!

The disciples, the ones who have been hanging out with Jesus 

The ones who have benefitted from private tutoring! 

They are caught…it is comical:

“Teacher…we wish you to do whatever we ask you”
“Well then…O brilliant ones, 

what do you wish that I should do for you?”

“Grant us that we should sit 
one at your right hand and one at your left

…IN YOUR GLORY”

 

It is surprising who doesn’t “get it”

And it’s more surprising WHO DOES!

The outsiders

Those who know nothing!

Those who have never read the prophets

Never been to the Temple

The Syrophoenician woman

The Little children 

(who count for nothing in the ancient near-east)

And this week

A BLIND BEGGER!

And he has a name

In an honor-shame society

His name means “son of honor”

This would cause lots of eyebrows to raise

Bartimeaus is clearly on the shame side of the Honor-Shame divide!

 

Everyone want Bartimaeus to quiet down

“SHUT UP” the disciples and the crowd say

“Be quiet

Stay on your beggar’s mat

Don’t bother the Teacher”

But… Bartimaeus…shouts all the more loudly

 

“Jesus, Son of David (where did he get that?)…Have Mercy on Me!”

 

BUT the biggest surprise of all is how Bartimaeus responds

“He threw off his outer garment

Sprang up, and came to Jesus”

 

Remember, the Rich Young Man who couldn’t take that next step.

But here is Bartimaeus 

throwing off his one and only possession

A beggar’s cloak…it’s his protection, it’s his warmth, it’s his roof, it’s his home

 

And Jesus, echoing exactly what he earlier asked his disciples, says

“What do you wish that I should do for you?”

 

They asked for POWER…to sit at the right and the left

Bartimaeus asks for the gift of sight

 

Everything the disciples got wrong

Bartimaeus gets right

 

The surprise of Bartimaeus

Puts a question to us

Just as it did to the disciples

 

Following is hard

We are taught NOT to follow

NOT to be “followers”

The very word is derogatory

 

But it isn’t being a follower that’s the problem, is it? 

Its choosing to follow the wrong person…

It’s bad choosing that can cause our own suffering

 

The Bartimaeus question is

Why am I still clinging to my cloak?

What IS my cloak?

What is it that keeps me from choosing well?

 

Surprise!

This is much more than a healing story

This is a call story

A call for me and for you

 

Jesus told Bartimaeus to GO

But he didn’t GO

He came.

He followed Jesus.

Wherever that might lead.

 

His faith saved him, the story says

He is set free to choose

To go or to follow…he chooses well.

 

 

Thursday at the Food Pantry

Some of us experienced a kind of Bartimaeus moment

 

One of the Pantry’s clients

After having loaded her groceries into her car

Came back in, to the sign in desk… 

Mary Ellen and Peggy were sitting there

I was visiting them since my station was empty…

This client came back in

She leaned on the check in table

And reminded us “Don’t forget” she said

“Don’t forget…always, always, give GOD the Glory”

 

After she left

There was a palpable quiet

Her proclamation of faith surprised us…

 

And in receiving her witness

In some way…for me…I believe…

My own faith was deepened

 

For Mark

Miracles don’t produce faith

Miracles are experienced by people with faith

 

I don’t know

But the Food Pantry

Just might have been a miracle for that woman on that Thursday

It seemed that way to me

And her exuberant profession of faith 

Was. Contagious.

It caused Peggy and I to struggle to remember that childhood song

“Rise and shine and give God the glory glory”

 

I think…I believe…she helped to remove some blindness.

 

Miracles don’t produce faith

It is faith that gives us the eyes to see them

To see God in all things

 

And…I don’t know

Maybe THIS is a miracle

Our being here today???

 

Gathered as a community at worship

In word

And remembrance

And sacrament

 

ALL so that when we go from here…

We go with our sight a bit keener 

 

And maybe

Like Bartimaeus…and the woman at the food pantry… 

We might profess exuberantly 

And in a contagious way

our faith that Christ has set us free

…Free to toss aside our cloak.

Free to love and to serve 

All the way to Jerusalem!