Friday, June 4, 2021

A Gem from Jules Feiffer - do not lose;)

 

Ever Since I Was a Little Kid

Author: Jules Feiffer

Ever since I was a little kid, I didn’t want to be me. I wanted to be like Billy Widdledon, and Billy Widdledon didn’t even like me. I walked like he walked; I talked like he talked; and I signed up for the high school he signed up for.

Which was when Billy Widdledon changed. He began to hang around Herby Vandeman; he walked like Herby Vandeman; he talked like Herby Vandeman. He mixed me up! I began to walk and talk like Billy Widdledon, who was walking and talking like Herby Vandeman.

And then it dawned on me that Herby Vandeman walked and talked like Joey Haverlin. And Joey Haverlin walked and talked like Corky Sabinson.

So here I am walking and talking like Billy Widdledon’s imitation of Herby Vandeman’s version of Joey Haverlin, trying to walk and talk like Corky Sabinson. And who do you think Corky Sabinson is always walking and talking like? Of all people, Dopey Wellington – that little pest who walks and talks like me!

Desk Scraps

 I love Post-It notes. 

But every now and again I have to clean off my desk and make room for the next round. Just so I don't lose something I may want to find later:


"...it would seem that our Lord finds our desires not too strong but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with. drink, and sex, and ambition when infinite joy is offered us..." C. S. Lewis


"The arts, it seems to von Balthasar, have more to offer by way of illuminating suggestion..."


"...in the same way that the Spirit calls the world to enter into the church, so she calls the church to give herself to the world." Hans Urs von Balthasar


"The only real fall of man is his non-eucharistic life in a non-eucharistic world" Alexander Dmitrevich Schmemann


"Preaching is Paschal: as for myself...nothing but Jesus Christ and him Crucified

Preaching is Eucharistic: broken and shared...the mystery of the person

Preaching is Christological: it is cosmic...way beyond the historical truth about Christ to the christological truth about history"

Monday, May 24, 2021

Getting Back to Better*

Pentecost 2021 - Year B
Acts 2:1-21


A long time ago I went on a women’s retreat in Ferdinand, Indiana

And even now after…well over 20 years 

I remember a sort of mantra from the weekend

Sr Maria Tasso used it as a kind of grounding backdrop for the retreat:

It was: Welcome…Welcome…Welcome!                                                           

 

On this glorious Sunday                                                                          

The Feast of Pentecost…the Sunday that begins the season of Pentecost              

When we are gathering…Or re-gathering…                                                      

from a pandemic that Scattered us in isolation…

That. Theme. Resonates!

Welcome…Welcome…Welcome!

 

And so let’s pray together

With a heart full of WELCOME:

 

V. Come Holy Spirit…                                                                                   

Fill the hearts of your faithful

R. And kindle in us the fire of your love

V. Send forth your Spirit and we shall be created

R. And you will renew the face of the earth.

 

 

On that women’s retreat

What Sr. Maria Tasso was trying to help us see and understand

Was that the Holy Spirit is always there…just waiting to be welcomed

This doesn’t mean that pain and adversity will cease

No…its not magic                                                                                           

 

But by welcoming the Holy Spirit

We admit that we believe…and even EXPECT her to “show up”!

Why? SO THAT we can be equipped                                                                

with what we need to say:

         Welcome, welcome, welcome

So that we can welcome life…

in all its beauty and all its difficulty

 

My bet is that all of us have stories…recollections…memories           

That when we call them to mind                                                               

When we reflect back

We might say… “that was such a God thing”                                             

 

take a moment

To call to mind such a time

[Perhaps a time during this pandemic]

Recall a time when in the midst of confusion, or despair even

---a time when you couldn’t see a way out or a way through

And yet…now…you can see it as “such a God thing”

 

The funny thing is that we can only see clearly when we reflect back

Only in retrospect that we see the whole unfolding

 

This experience

This time…when…in retrospect, we can say “that was such a God thing”

What happened? 

What made it a God-thing?

 

My guess is that 

You had no plan

You were out of answers or solutions

Maybe you had nowhere else to turn

 

And So…Maybe that’s what happens…we let go

And in that letting go we can then say “Welcome…Welcome…Welcome!”

To the Holy Spirit

In those times we may not have known what we were doing

…but she knew!

And as we welcomed the Holy Spirt

We were able to welcome life…all of it

Because we knew that we were not alone

 

It isn’t magic---our cooperation is needed

And no doubt…for many of us

There have been many stubborn months, years, mybe even decades 

When…whether by pride, ego, or sheer folly

We just couldn’t let go enough to Welcome…Welcome…Welcome! the companionship 

of Holy Spirit.

 

 

In my work in the hospital

I frequently encountered what I sense is a universal opportunity

An opportunity that most of us have or will encounter

…To welcome the Holy Spirit

When a person is dying family and friends gather

That is just what we do

And rarely is this a perfectly holy situation

It is almost always accompanied by 

…whether conscious or unconscious 

some amount of regret, estrangement, and unreconciled hurts…

 

One of two things can happen

Some Families…in my experience most families…find a way to gather 

And some families scatter
…in refusal and pride they squander the opportunity

 

Re-gathering, coming clean, letting go of past hurts,

         putting things into perspective…

This is the FREEING work of the Holy Spirit

The Holy Spirit invited and welcomed

Works toward healing and reconciliation…She works to GATHER

 

Welcome…Welcome…Welcome!

We welcome the Holy Spirit

We believe that she is always ready to “show up”

SO THAT

We can welcome, welcome, welcome all that life throws our way

 

I love this portrait of the Holy Spirit

The Holy Spirit as invited companion, comforter and guide resonates with the word used in

         John’s Gospel: Paraclete

We don’t know how to translate it very well so often it is transliterated, Paraclete

It literally means called alongside

The word has courtroom overtones

As a kind of lawyer for the defense…somebody on your side!

 

But in the story of the Pentecost event 
as told in the Acts of the Apostles

There seems to be a bit more to the Holy Spirit 

 

The Gospel of Luke and the Acts of the Apostles are best read as one book with two parts

The story of Jesus and

The story of the Church

And they often mirror each other very deliberately

 

Jesus says in Ch 11 of Luke’s Gospel

Whoever does not gather with me scatters

Gathering and scattering…

Scttering and gathering 

it is a particularly Lukan theme

and it seems to me to be a Pentecost movement

Like the hospital scene I described

The Pentecost event gathers those who have been scattered…

In our story it is the scattered people of Israel

“devout Jews from every nation under heaven”

Scattered and over time…rendered strangers 

…they are unable to communicate at the level of language

 

But more important than the dramatic hearing described in the Acts story

The power of the invited Holy Spirit allows for

A new common language

A language of the heart

A language of forgiveness and healing

 

This, my friends,

Is the only language that is capable of carrying the Gospel

To the ends of the earth

A language of the heart

A language of reconciliation

A universal language that heals and gathers

 

Important to the gathering at Pentecost 

Is that there are no casualties

This is so KEY

The unity experienced is at the expense of no one

 

I couldn’t help think about Israel and Palestine

So prevelant in the news this week

This conflict has lasted my whole lifetime

How can it ever work out?

Will there ever be a post-conflict time?

 

The establishment of a Jewish homeland

Completely understandable in the wake of the atrocities of WWII

Has been fraught with perennial conflict and bloodshed

 

How can peace prevail when the original price was paid by an unsuspecting people?

People whose land was offered without their say?

The gathering of Israel made causalities of a people…a very resilient people.

I fear it will never end.

By contrast

When the Holy Spirit gathers there is never collateral damage

It is gathering without scattering

It is gathering in order to be sent

 

We, the people of St Stephen’s

are in the process of re-gathering

I have been hearing the phrase “getting back to normal” lately…and with longing

 

Here is where the Holy Spirit will discomfort us and challenge us

I feel certain she is hoping for more than “getting back to normal”

She is hoping for better

 

As we, the people of St. Stephen’s

Begin our regathering

Let’s keep asking the Pentecost question of verse 12

“What Does This Mean?”

 

What does our regathering mean?

After such a challenging, emotional, painful pandemic

It must mean something more for us than “getting back to normal”

 

Accompanied by the Holy Spirit

We can do better than “getting back to normal”

We can “get back to better”

 

Because we are 

Strengthened by the memories of the Holy Spirit acting alongside us

Giving us the courage to Welcome, Welcome, Welcome

 

Because we are 

Strengthened by each others’ presence…in the power of the Holy Spirit

 

Because we are 

strengthened by the Eucharist that in the sharing makes of us the body of Christ 

for the life of the world.

 

Because of all this

We, on this Pentecost Sunday, are getting back to better!

Wednesday, March 31, 2021

Always in Need of a Good Rousing*

Palm Sunday of The Lord's Passion
Isaiah 50:4-7
Mark 14:1-15:47 


PRE-HOMILY (invitation before the proclamation of the Passion):

 

Last Wednesday Dr Beth celebrated the first part of today’s liturgy

And some of you have those blessed palms with you this morning

But the opening hymn…All Glory Laud and Honor

(The perennial Palm Sunday Hymn)

Brings us back to that Wednesday celebration when we read about Jesus’

Triumphal entry into Jerusalem for what will be his final week

The mood is “ Sweet HOSANNA’s ringing!” 

The word HOSANNA is a word of hope

It can be translated LORD. SAVE US…and the “na” at the end is like an exclamation point LORD. SAVE US…NOW!

 

The crowd of Jewish followers are pinning their hopes on Jesus

 

But we know what’s to follow

Those sweet Honanna’s stop ringing

They turn into 

“Crucify Him”

 

This movement is the theme of today’s worship

 

The Prophet Isaiah

Acknowledges his vocation

“The Lord has given me a well-trained tongue, 

that I might speak to the weary a word that will rouse them.”

 

I chose a more familiar translation because I love the word ROUSE

For the preacher, Isaiah’s words are defining

Lord---help me speak a rousing word!

 

We all need to be roused---

One rousing is not enough

Just ask my sister-in-law Mary Grace.

 

My innocent looking husband, Rob…

Mary Grace’s brother

Took his role as morning “rouser” seriously…to the point of cruelty

He quietly positioned himself by her sleeping head

And carefully squeezed a washcloth dipped in cold water

Drop by drop he roused her from her sleep!

That is one way to be roused!

 

Today’s reading of the Passion offers many ways for us to be roused

To rouse has implications

We are roused from something

We are roused toward something else, something new

 

This homiletical prelude acts as an invitation to listen…to hear

The Passion, like the stories of Jesus’ birth

Is so familiar that when the re-telling begins my inner voice says 

“I know this one…I know how it ends…time for a quick nap!”

 

There is a spiritual practice called

Contemplation of place

It is a way of praying with scripture scenes

 

To begin…our imaginations need to be ignited…

We want to use our imaginations to see persons

To overhear their conversations

We want to smell the fragrances and odors

To notice the surroundings, the grumbling, the chatter, the anxiety and fear

We want to activate all our senses

 

With ignited imaginations we approach the story empty---like a blank canvas

---like we have never heard it before.

 

The overall movement of this liturgy from Jesus’ triumphal entry 

is a move from adoring “Hosannas” 

To condemming…to “Crucify Him!”

And within that movement there are characters, and actions and rich scenery

 

As we listen we wander through the scene. 

And mingle amongst the characters…

So much to hear

What do I hear that rouses me?

What am I being roused from?

What am I being roused for?

 

[proclamation of the Gospel]


POST-HOMILY (reflection after the proclamation):

 

There was something about that woman from Bethany

Her shiny, heavy, cool, alabaster jar

The sweet fragrance of the expensive oil

There was something about her generous and intimate gesture

         Am I open to being roused toward such generosity of heart?

 

And Judas. I saw him…he was trembling in his certainty and greed. It was his certainty and greed that pushed him to betrayal.

         Am I open to being roused away from such gripping certainty?

 

How about the snoring disciples and their lack of stamina in the midst of such agony?! 

         Am I open to being roused away from my inattention to those around me?

 

Peter…Peter…Peter. Such bravado---at first. And then a controlling fear that keeps him warming himself by the fire.

Am I open to being roused away from fear that keeps me choosing comfort over speaking truth?

 

 And that un-named disciple, the one who drew his sword and sliced off an ear…All that blood! 

Am I open to being roused away from impulsive violence…violence of thought, aand word and action?

 

The High-Priest. I saw the way he carried himself…at home in his self-importance…perhaps even addicted to his power.

         Am I open to being roused toward sharing whatever privilege and power I hold?

 

What about Pilate? Aloof…refusing to get involved---orchestrating the events so that blame escapes him.

         Am I open to being roused away from indecisiveness and lack of courage?

 

There is always that perennial crowd …so fickle and quick to follow the loudest lead. 

Am I open to being roused away from easy answers supplied by others and toward seeking true understanding and generous listening?

 

The soldiers. What is it? Why is demeaning and dehumanizing another such an quick & easy response?  

         Am I open to being roused away from my need to jeer and finger-point?

 

Simon. Simon the Cyrenian. A simple passer-by who takes up Jesus’ cross…I breathed deeply in that moment of grace. I know his name and his sons names…he is my neighbor.

Am I open to being roused toward solidarity with crucified people in my midst?

 

The Roman Centurian. He surprised me! A soldier whose life is completely bound to Rome…A soldier in service to Rome’s power. How does he know ANYTHING! 

Am I open to whatever grace pokes and prods me to see something from a different perspective…to see with new eyes?

 

The women. I want to be among them. Some I know…others are new to me. The women…they haven’t completely fled. They look on from a distance. Whispering to one another they take note of where Jesus is buried. They are committed to returning.

Am I open to being roused toward staying faithful when it isn’t easy…toward seeking the community of others to support my shaky faith?

 

And finally, Joseph of Arimathea, perhaps uneasy in his position of power as he musters up his bold but risky demand.

Am I open to being roused to risk sure and present comfort in order to honor one abandoned and forgotten?

 

Today…this day

What are we being roused from? 

What are we being roused for?

 

Let Holy Week Begin!

Monday, October 5, 2020

Wicked Tenants & Cornerstones*

27th Sunday in Ordinary Time

Matthew 21: 33-43



It isn’t often that I preach two Sundays in a row

But it is a bit of a gift this week because there is so much continuity

In fact, we are just moving to the very next verses.

 

So like last Sunday

It is still Day 2 

Jesus made his Palm Sunday entry into Jerusalem…yesterday

 

It is the same scene as last week

And maybe

Since this Gospel…called the Parable of the Wicked Tenants

is one of the most unsettling of all the parables

I am wondering if maybe it is getting late 

and Jesus hasn’t had any lunch

In my house, we call that HANGRY

 

 

Just like now…In 2020…

The original community of Matthew’s Gospel 

The one’s hearing this telling

…lived on the other side of the Cross

They knew what “Going to Jerusalem” meant

They knew where it would lead

And they knew the real-end of the story…just like us

 

This is a difficult text

It may be the most violent text we read together on Sundays 

…Outside of the crucifixion itself

Which wasn’t a parable…but something that actually happened…worse!

 

This parable is so graphic

SO violent

…it stings 

When it is read, it simply can’t be ignored…unfortunately

 

The thing is…this parable has an obvious point

And that point is to INDICT

To indict the BAD religion of his time

And because it is a parable

That indictment bleeds out to anyone else in that crowd

AND onto all of us who hear it now

 

Aren’t you glad you tuned in!

 

I have probably said this before

But it is important to remember…about parables

What they are

And what they do

One thing is that they are NOT complete theologies of God or the Kingdom

If that were the case 

We wouldn’t need so many…one would do

 

And each parable is concerned with one aspect at a time

Parables reveal glimpses…glimpses of ‘kingdom logic’

…surprising glimpses…that catch the hearer off-guard

 

Oh! Parable of the Wicked Tenants!

Where is your kingdom logic?

 

I have two questions for starters:

Q1: After the first set of slaves were killed, what would you have done? What do you think a typical human response would look like? To send an appropriately sized army right away, or to send another delegation…to be killed?


MY ANSWER:
I would have used my authority right away, I would have assembled enough of an army to be sure I came out the winner. 
But the owner of this vineyard doesn’t. He continues to send more delegations with an INVITATION to respond in good faith.

Q2: And then…after a series of delegations sent and killed, what would you have done? What, do you think a typical human response would look like? Two choices: To send an army to “put those wretches to a miserable death” as it says in verse 41, OR to send a beloved son? 

ANSWER 2: It WOULDN’T be to send my beloved Son! 
But this owner…he is something else!

He just keeps on hoping 
hoping for a change of heart
He simply won’t give up
…to the point of sending the final dangerous invitation through his Son.

 

Who would behave this way?

 

These, my friends, are the surprising glimpses of Kingdom Logic

 

If you were with us last week

we said that to change is indeed the meaning of discipleship

the word disciple means 

“One who follows another for the purpose of learning…”

for change and for transformation

 

So, for me, because my answers to those first questions 

Are different from the way of this landowner behaved

Well…that is where I can see myself confronted by this parable

And not just me…my whole society

This is my…our… INVITATION TO CHANGE

 

 

Here is where I need to be very careful

Because it is easy for me to participate in scapegoating

To point outside of myself to 

those people, 

or those kinds of people, 

or those crazy groups of people

But bear with me for a moment…and remember my caution

 

As I walk every morning from my car to my workplace

I cross a bank parking lot in downtown Evansville

And every morning there is a nice light blue Honda Van in the parking lot 

On the back windshield, there are two decals 

In one corner there is a sweet stick figure family

…two parents, three children, and a cat…each with a little heart right there on the chest

 

And then, the other corner of the windshield

there is this kitty…

A kitty with a machine gun 

So, I put that in my google search

“Kitty with Machine Gun car decal”

And I learned that it is 

Hello Kitty!

And I thought Hello Kitty was about pre-teen nail polish!

Hello Kitty…there she was…sweet pink bow in her hair

…And an AK-47

 

And I thought to myself 

What does this mean?

What does it teach?

Why does it make me cringe?

 

It seemed to say to me that the person who owns this van

(but I actually have no real idea) 

finds comfort in, at least 2 things…

In the Hello Kitty part…Its sweet…Like a blanky

There is comfort there

And a weapon…a particularly deadly one

There is comfort there too…comfort in that AK-47

 

Now it’s time to stop my scapegoating

It isn’t so much about whoever is the driver of that van

But who are we…the society…that even thinks to produce such decals

NOW…that includes me! 

 

Then I had to look it up---even though I knew the answer

Google: What do the deadliest Mass shootings in America have in common

Answer: Semi-Automatic Rifles…like the one Hello Kitty with her smile and pink bow are carrying in that decal.

 

 

 

Today the text begins, “Jesus said…”

He is addressing everyone gathered

…but with particular attention to the Priests and Leaders of the People

We are all invited to overhear this parable 

 

The Chiefs and Elders

They want it all…they just. Want. It. All.

And they will do anything to keep it

 

They were supposed to be guardians

Of the tradition
But “wanting it all” has a way of creeping in

And they switched

The switched from being guardians to owners

From being humble servants of GOD

To being boastful and self-righteous 

To being…at least in their own minds

Possessors of Authority

Possessors tend to want to hold on to that which they possess

And violence soon follows

Like water running downhill

 

Jesus tricks the Chiefs and Elders into indicting themselves

For surely they didn’t see themselves as anything but 

…Perfect GUARDIANS!

This kind of social mechanism demands blindness to ones’ own sinfulness

 

But then Jesus quotes scripture to them…the bit about 

the stone the builders rejected becoming the cornerstone 

And the nickel drops.

And they realize…

He is talking about us!!!

 

And they Want. Him. Down!

They wanted to arrest him right then and there

But once again…just like last week…

They feared the crowds

 

 

God’s son gets killed 

Crucified

And what is God’s answer?

Not more violence

God’s answer is resurrection

Forgiveness

Reconciliation

Invitation…constant in-vi-ta-tion!

 

As disciples

As those “who follow another for the purpose of learning…”

Do I sometimes forget that I don’t own the vineyard?

When I…and WE as a church…fail to act as God acted in Jesus Christ

When we jump to vengeance

Instead of reconciliation, 

When we scapegoat and point fingers rather than seek to heal our own blindness,

Is that OUR failure to STAY guardians

 

After all, we are his household…the church

Our missionary activity is to forward the invitation! 

 

Jesus appears quite angry as he tells this parable

And I think he is angry…intense…and frustrated…

Because we keep forgetting that the invitation is always there

We simply have a hard time keeping that kingdom logic front and center

 

 

Our Lord shows up

In the power of the Holy Spirit, Our Lord shows up

Our Lord is here in our virtual gathering

 

With incredible persistence

We are invited over and over again

To live in God’s world

Where the logic is forgiveness, and reconciliation, and peace

Let’s RSVP that invitation…once again!

 

And when we next get together to celebrate the Eucharist

We will ritually accept that invitation

We will come and gather around our shared table 

And make our RSVP,s

In our bodies!

And In our AMENs!

 

So be it!