Showing posts with label Maundy Thursday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Maundy Thursday. Show all posts

Thursday, April 6, 2023

A Love Story: Speaking to the Soul, April 6, 2023



John 13:1-17, 31b-35


A table.
A robe.
A towel.
A basin.

Water.
A cup of wine.
A loaf of bread.

Blessing. Thanksgiving. Service. Love.

These are the images that flash before us tonight as we gather for the Maundy Thursday service.

Can you picture yourself in that room? Can you see the dust from the triumphant march through the crowded festal streets of Jerusalem still clinging to the disciples’ feet, as we remembered on Palm Sunday?

As the disciples lean back after their meal, they can probably still hear echoes of the crowd’s “Hosannas!” ricocheting off the stone walls around Jerusalem. And now they have shared a meal with their teacher, their brother, their Messiah. The disciples are gathered around a table where everyone is loved. Where every one is loved.

Tonight is the night for a love story.

The first sentence that jumps out to me is this one: “Having loved his own who were in the world, he loved them to the end.” Jesus is getting ready to leave his disciples—and he wants to show them what true love is.

There is just one lesson left to impart. There is just one commandment left to give. The lesson is service. The commandment is love.

Love is thanksgiving. Love is sacrifice. Love sometimes includes heartbreak. On this night we will dwell between the two poles of our existence- the agony of loss and the call of love.

A few years ago I was sitting in class with Dr. Clint McCann, who is a renowned scholar of the psalms. We were discussing psalms of lamentation, especially the ones that are quoted in the Passion narrative this week. Dr. McCann noted that the gospel writers could not understand the story of Jesus during Holy Week without the lamentation psalms, psalms in which the psalmist asks for help when feeling abandoned, and laments being turned upon even by his closest friends.

Yet Dr. McCann also pointed out that every one of those lamentation psalms quoted in the story of Jesus’s passion turns to praise at the end. And that’s often how it is in our lives, too. Our lives are shot through with both sorrow and joy.

As we turn toward the cross, may we never forget: it is love that remains at the end.



This was first published at Episcopal Journal and Cafe's Speaking to the Soul on April 6, 2023

Thursday, April 14, 2022

Beauty Broken Open: Speaking to the Soul for April 14, 2022



(Maundy Thursday, 2022)

When I was a child, our neighbors across the street, Veta and Myron, were a retired school principal and a retired school counselor. They were generous with their time—inviting us over to play on the swing set they still had up even though their son was long grown and gone. In a rarity for Tulsa, their home sat atop a cellar, and there our neighbor had a collection of rocks, semi-precious stones, and fossils. There were dozens of rose rocks, the State Rock of Oklahoma. He told me about the great inland sea that had once covered the central part of North America, and showed me rocks he had brought back from trips all over the continent. It didn’t take long until I was hooked, and I spent hours over there learning.

One day, he handed me a mud-colored gray-brown orb. It was perfectly round, and surprisingly light—about the size of a croquet ball. I thought it was pretty cool. Then he handed me a hammer. I was confused when he told me to put the rock on the work bench and hit it. But eventually I realized he was serious and did as I was told, not too hard. After a couple of whacks, the thing cracked, and he gave one more expert tap and the orb cracked open. Inside there was a glowing array of light lavender colored crystals. He told me it was a geode. He then let me take my treasure home. I wondered that something so drab and nondescript could be so beautiful when it was broken open.

Tonight, we observe Maundy Thursday—a day when we ourselves are invited to be broken open to the beauty and pathos of these next three holiest of days in the Christian calendar. Our service tonight begins what's known as the Triduum, the great three days leading up to Easter Sunday. In the early church, the Maundy Thursday service always began after sundown, just before Passover will begin for our beloved Jewish kindred after sundown tomorrow.

It is traditional for Christians to meet for a simple meal, engaging in foot washing as a sign of our servanthood, just as Jesus set an example for us, and then have Holy Communion one last time until the Great Vigil. And as we share together this Holy Communion, we are called to re-member that Jesus takes and blesses the bread before the meal itself has really started—he takes it and urges that it be broken and shared among those who sit with him at table for the meal. That bread cannot be shared unless it is broken. It cannot be used for eating the rest of the food. It must be broken in the same way that dawn must be broken, in the same way that geode must be broken in order to allow the beauty within to dazzle our eyes.

Tonight, we are reminded that Jesus gathers us, just as he did those apostles on that night long ago, and offers us the Peace of God, not for our own comfort only, but so that we can share and embody that Peace and Grace to those around us. Tonight we remember that Jesus showed us that the heart of love is service—humble, tender, and compassionate. Jesus shows us in word and action how to live the best life we can have. Tonight Jesus shows that only in breaking ourselves open can we be then filled with eternal life and love.

Tonight may we be willing to be broken open ourselves, broken open to the call of love and community and service to our neighbors and to creation, especially during these next beautiful three days.


This was first published at Episcopal Cafe's Speaking to the Soul on April 14, 2022.

Thursday, April 1, 2021

Broken Open: Sermon for Maundy Thursday


When I was a child, our neighbors across the street, Veta and Myron, were a retired school principal and a retired school counselor. They were generous with their time—inviting us over to play on the swing set they still had up even though their son was long grown and gone. In a rarity for Tulsa, their home sat atop a cellar, and there our neighbor had a collection of rocks, semi-precious stones, and fossils. There were dozens of rose rocks, the State Rock of Oklahoma. He told me about the great inland sea that had once covered the central part of North America, and showed me rocks he had brought back from trips all over the continent. It didn’t take long until I was hooked, and I spent hours over there learning.

One day, he handed me a mud-colored gray-brown orb. It was perfectly round, and surprisingly light—about the size of a croquet ball. I thought it was pretty cool. Then he handed me a hammer. I was confused when he told me to put the rock on the work bench and hit it. But eventually I realized he was serious and did as I was told, not too hard. After a couple of whacks, the thing cracked, and he gave one more expert tap and the orb cracked open. Inside there was a glowing array of light lavender colored crystals. He told me it was a geode. He then let me take my treasure home. I wondered that something so drab and nondescript could be so beautiful when it was broken open.

Tonight, we ourselves are invited to be broken open to the beauty and pathos of these next three days. Our service tonight begins what's known as the Triduum, the great three days leading up to Easter Sunday. In the early church, the Maundy Thursday service always began after sundown, just as Passover begins after sundown right around this time. It is traditional for Christians to meet for a simple meal, engaging foot washing to as a sign of their servant hood just as Jesus set an example in the common gospel reading from the book of John, and then have Holy Communion one last time until the Great Vigil. At the end of the Monday Thursday service, it is customary to read Psalm 22, that great Psalm of lamentation whose first verse was quoted by Jesus upon the cross, while all decoration in the church is removed as the lights grow dimmer and dimmer. The maundy Thursday service traditionally ends with a simple washing of the altar and it's an extinguishing of the Tabernacle light and utter darkness.

Tomorrow then, we will hear again the Passion narrative, and we will also be led through the stations of the Cross. But tonight, we celebrate the gift of the Eucharist to us.

In his book Being Christian, former Archbishop of Canterbury Rowan Williams focuses first upon the Eucharist as being about hospitality and welcome. Doctor Williams points out that stories of Jesus hosting friends and being hosted by the most unlikely people abound in the gospels:

“…Jesus is not only someone who exercises hospitality; He draws out hospitality from others. By his welcome he makes other people capable of welcoming. And that wonderful alternation in the gospels between Jesus giving hospitality and receiving hospitality shows us something absolutely essential about the Eucharist. We are the guests of Jesus. We are there because he asks us, and because he wants our company. At the same time we are set free to invite Jesus into our lives and literally to receive him into our bodies in the Eucharist…. This giving and receiving of welcome … is the actual visible way in which [Jesus] engages in remaking a community. Who are the real people of God now? The ones who accept Jesus invitation…. The meals that Jesus shares in his ministry are the way in which he begins to re-create a community, to lay the foundations for rethinking what the words ‘the people of God’ mean.”

It cannot be emphasized enough that in the ancient world the sharing of a meal was fraught with symbolic meaning. Sharing a meal together conveyed status, obligation, and patronage. Meals demonstrated who was out, and who was in, and were governed by rules about cleanliness, attire, and seating order, much like you see in movies about 18th century and 19th century England like Downton Abbey. In welcoming people to his table, and in the people came along with him when he sat down at someone else’s table, Jesus continually shocked the sensibilities of proper citizens. when you stop and think about it, meals are centerpieces of Jesus's teachings in the gospel -- it's amazing how often food is involved near one of his discourses.

Jesus takes and blesses the bread before the meal itself has really started—he takes it and urges that it be broken and shared among those who sit with him at table for the meal. That bread cannot be shared unless it is broken. It cannot be used for eating the rest of the food. It must be broken in the same way that dawn must be broken.

Jesus is preparing them for that day when his body will be broken—both his own human body, strong and young and resilient, and the body of his followers who, except for the women, will scatter and run for cover in literally what is just a few hours’ time. And once that body will break, there we will be reminded that as much as we talk about the presence of God, we also talk about God’s absence—symbolically. I don’t mean that God is ever really apart from us. But for all that we want to claim that God is in control of everything—especially when things go bad, when the test results come back positive and the diagnosis is sobering, when the loved one departs and the relationship ends, when the wheels on the rain-slick road scrabble and whine as they try to maintain their grip on the road—there are also plenty of times when life throws us upon our own resources and we are expected to use what we have learned from Jesus to decide for ourselves which road we are going to take. Freedom is intrinsic to the human life, and sometimes, that leads to joy and sometimes that leads to pain.

As the great Christian writer Henri Nouwen once noted, “The great temptation of the ministry is to celebrate only the presence of the Lord while forgetting his absence … As we become aware of his absence we discover his presence, and as we realized that he left us we also come to know that he did not leave us alone.
” Justo Gonzalez notes that Jesus tells parables sometimes depicting God’s absence, often about stewardship, such as the Parable of the Tenants or the Parable of the Dishonest Steward. These Gonzalez calls “Parables of Absence” because they are meant to provoke us to consider what we will do with our freedom when our discipleship will cost us something—either money, or the chance for revenge or he effort it takes to love someone rather than ignore them and push them away from us, denying their shared humanity with us so that we may stay safely immune from the demand of community that is at the heart of Jesus’s Gospel.

The main elements of the eucharist are bread, wine, and water. We ourselves bring forward the bread and the wine. The water reminds us of our baptism, in a way, and it comes from the earth. It is given in nature, and we are called to protect it and make sure it is available for all. But the bread and wine point to human contribution to this sacred mystery. Baptismal water points toward the grace of God, given as a free gift; but the bread and the wine Remind us of the stewardship that we were all called to share. God gives us wheat and grapes, but human labor turns them into bread and wine. And so God gives and we give and together we share in helping to bring about the Kingdom of God. Being a Christian calls us to break open ourselves and share in ways that threaten to remake the world. It’s a perilous calling we hear—one that will cost Jesus his very life. At least for a while.

This is our second Holy Week under pandemic. In this time of separation, isolation, and distancing that still continues, we are reminded more than ever that Jesus inaugurated the Eucharist as a sign and symbol of the importance of unity and community. As many of us have had to fast from Eucharist for much of this year, it is more important now than ever to commemorate the giving of the Holy Communion to us for our strengthening as one fellowship in Christ. And God knows many of us are weary of the precautions that are required to starve this pandemic of victims. But now is not the time to surrender our efforts to keep each other safe, and remembering the gift of communion can help renew our resolve to put the welfare of those around us among our own vanity and self-centeredness..

And so, as we consider on this night the demands of community upon ourselves, the very real obligation toward each other and even toward imperfect people that we do not know who are nonetheless fellow children of God, as we are called to focus our eyes at the passing crowd and see in each face a specific beloved of God and therefore a person whose well-being is our concern because they sit right here next to us at the table, as we sit here at this universal table, we are being called upon to see how we would react once theory becomes reality. Are we going to move from sitting back on our couches and enjoying the feast to taking off our outer garments and putting on an apron and serving everyone? Are we going to kneel down and wash and care for the calloused, scarred, marred, imperfect feet of strangers as the humble servants we are called to be?

Tonight, we remember that Jesus gathers us just as he did those apostles on that night long ago, and offers us the Peace of God, not for our own comfort only, but so that we can share and embody that Peace and Grace to those around us. Tonight we remember that Jesus showed us that the heart of love is service—humble, tender, and compassionate. Jesus shows us in word and action how to live the best life we can have. Tonight Jesus shows that only in breaking ourselves open can we be then filled with eternal life and love.

From this good earth, and the work of human hands we come as both guest and host, we offer and awe receive until we are reminded that it is all one--- giving and receiving, loving and being loved, living and making a difference in the world around us. We are drawn here around one table.

This is sacrament: a making holy of ourselves regardless of place, rank or time. And tonight we will be called to remember the grace of the sacrament of Holy Communion that we received as a gift of Jesus even before his Passion, death, and resurrection. We were given this gift for our benefit, and for the benefit and service of the entire world—no exceptions.

May we also be broken open, like that bread, and used to bless the world.

Amen.

Preached at the 8 pm Maundy Thursday service online and limited in person in time of coronavirus restriction.

Readings:


The Feast of the Everlasting Mercy: Speaking to the Soul, April 1, 2021




Maundy Thursday

We have entered the second pandemic Holy Week. Tonight we will embrace the sacred mysteries of the Triduum. This year, knowing a bit better what to expect, I felt we could not manage the Maundy Thursday foot washing, so are instead turning to the alternative gospel provided in the Book of Common Prayer: Luke 22:14-30. This passage focuses on the institution of the Holy Eucharist.

During this continuing time of isolation, we are reminded more than ever that Jesus inaugurated the Eucharist as a sign of unity and community. So many of us have had to fast from Eucharist for this past year, making it even more important to commemorate the gift of the Holy Communion as a means of strengthening fellowship in Christ. And God knows, many of us are weary of the precautions that are required to starve this pandemic of vicitms, but now is not the time to surrender our efforts to keep each other safe. Perhaps a reminder of the gift of communion will help renew our flagging resolve.

Communion is a radical act to remake the social order, and to draw us together toward each other and toward God without respect to ANY differences. We are reminded of this in the gospel passage, when, amazingly, a disagreement breaks out among the disciples right after they have participated in this sacred fellowship with Christ. Jesus says, “The kings of the Gentiles lord it over them; and those in authority over them are called benefactors. But not so with you; rather the greatest among you must become like the youngest, and the leader like one who serves.”

This is sacrament: a making holy of ourselves regardless of place, rank or time. And tonight we will be called to remember the grace of the sacrament of Holy Communion that we received as a gift of Jesus even before his Passion, death, and resurrection. We were given this gift for our benefit, and for the benefit and service of the entire world—no exceptions.

What we see in the scene from Luke is that Jesus shared with his apostles the meal, and the bread and the wine—and at first all the disciples can think about is who if the greatest and most powerful among them. Likewise, in 1st Corinthians, the same letter in which Paul describes the Eucharist, Paul is forces to chastise the church there for attempting to use the agape meal and the Eucharist as ways to “Lord it over each other.” The Eucharist is meant to bring us into one body and instill us with one spirit- the spirit of fellowship and redemption. Thus, on Maundy Thursday, we—together, as a community of faithful seekers– memorialize the gift of the Eucharist, and the gift of self-denying servanthood to others that provides the entryway into the Three Days.

The Maundy Thursday liturgy moves us from a celebration of servanthood to, as in the conversion scene in John Masefield’s great poem of redemption and repentance, “The Everlasting Mercy.” Written in 1911, the poem begins by bluntly depicting its main character and narrator Saul Kane as a drunk, a cheat, a liar, a person who used people without conscience, and it did it so forthrightly that some critics called the poem “filth.” Yet even as Saul Kane loathes himself and those around him, he experiences a conversion that reorients him from selfish debauchery to wonder, awe, and gratitude at the love and presence of Christ in his life. He sees Christian symbolism in a simple gate to a field, the furrows. He feels clearly the presence of Christ alongside himself and everyone, even the farmer named Callow trudging dutifully behind his team of horses pulling the plow. The poem ends with a plea to Jesus to plow his heart as thoroughly as Callow and his team are preparing the fallow field. Saul kneels in the mud, his heart open to God, and entreats Jesus to making him a fertile field in God’s kingdom:

O Christ who holds the open gate,

O Christ who drives the furrow straight,

O Christ, the plough, O Christ, the laughter

Of holy white birds flying after,

Lo, all my heart’s field red and torn,

And Thou wilt bring the young green corn,

The young green corn divinely springing,

The young green corn forever singing;

And when the field is fresh and fair

Thy blessèd feet shall glitter there,

And we will walk the weeded field,

And tell the holden harvests’s yield,

The corn that makes the holy bread

By which the soul of man is fed,

The holy bread, the food unpriced,

Thy everlasting mercy, Christ.

— John Masefield, from “The Everlasting Mercy”

Saul is converted from an angry misanthrope to a transformative certainty of his interconnectedness with all his fellow-townspeople, many of whom he once held in contempt, as well as with creation as a whole.

As we gather together on Maundy Thursday, even if virtually, may we too see our lives as blessing, as reflected in our relationship with each other and with God through the mediation of the gospel of love Jesus brings to us. Awed and grateful, may we take and present the gifts of bread and wine, gifts that, as the liturgy reminds us, “earth has formed and human hands have made.” May we think of the young green wheat singing in the field, gathered and made into the tangible proof of Christ’s everlasting mercy as it is blessed and shared from the altar. As it is made into the stuff of redemption and reconciliation, may we too become the servants of Christ’s gospel. And may we join in the song of gratitude. Together.

Thus encouraged and fed, may we seek to serve each other, especially in this time of pandemic, as the highest use of our precious lives, embodying Christ’s love for the life of our neighbors.



This was first published at Episcopal Cafe's Speaking to the Soul, Maundy Thursday, April 1, 2021.

Thursday, April 9, 2020

Never Cast Away: Sermon for Maundy Thursday, 2020


In 2000, Tom Hanks starred in the movie Cast Away. It told the story of Chuck Noland, stranded on a deserted island in the South Pacific after the cargo plane he was traveling on crashed in a violent storm. As a systems analyst for FedEx, Noland was obsessed with efficiency and was a workaholic, which is why he never managed to marry his longtime love, Kelly. 

 Chuck survives the crash over the ocean, and awakens on shore of an uninhabited island the next morning, having no idea where he is because the storm had pushed the plane far off course, and this means that no one will know where to look for him either. 

Thanks to Chuck’s incredible attention to detail and experience as a sailor and outdoorsman, as well as the providential washing up of many of the packages that had been on the downed plane with him, Chuck manages to survive his initial first few days, dancing with joy when he is able to start a fire, subsisting largely on a diet of coconut and crab. 

He tries several times to escape the island, but the combination of a sharp coral reef and devastating surf always pushes him back to shore, sometimes injured. He contemplates killing himself, hating his feeling of helplessness and isolation. He suffers from terrible loneliness, and the only human face he ever sees is inside his now broken pocketwatch, a photo of his beloved Kelly, whom he often stares at as we tries to sleep. One day a volleyball washes up on shore, and he draws a face on it and names it Wilson after the manufacturer, giving him someone to talk to. 

Eventually he resigns himself to remaining there on that island, to keep a signal fire going, living in a cave during the rainy season, keeping track of the winds and the tides. After four years, two fiberglass walls of what looks like a port-a-potty wash up on shore, and Chuck realizes that the tide has brought him a way to escape, as he can use this as a sail to propel him past the surf and the reef if the wind and tide are right. 

He spends weeks making rope out of bark, and lashes tree trunks together, waiting for the wind and tide to be most advantageous, and then finally sets off. 

Once he gets out into the open sea, his sail blows off and he is adrift again. He even loses Wilson as his raft loosens and the volleyball falls overboard. Overcome with grief, he collapses on the raft and continues to drift, only to miraculously come into sight of a passing freighter ship. 

He is rescued and returned to his home, only to find that he had been declared dead and buried, and that Kelly has married and had a child. Although they eventually meet and realize they still love each other deeply, they come to the realization that she has a new life, and let each other go. 

Heartbroken, Chuck goes and visits Stan, one of his good friends from work, and talks about what he has lost and gained since being stranded and returned. As the rain falls outside, Chuck recounts what had happened: 
“We both had done the math. Kelly added it all up and... knew she had to let me go. I added it up, and knew that I had... lost her.
Because I was never gonna get off that island. I was gonna die there, totally alone. I was gonna get sick, or get injured or something. The only choice I had, the only thing I could control was when, and how, and where it was going to happen. So... I made a rope and I went up to the summit, to hang myself. I had to test it, you know? Of course. You know me. And the weight of the log, snapped the limb of the tree, so I-I - , I couldn't even kill myself the way I wanted to. I had power over nothing
And that's when this feeling came over me like a warm blanket. I knew, somehow, that I had to stay alive. Somehow. I had to keep breathing. Even though there was no reason to hope. And all my logic said that I would never see this place again. So that's what I did. I stayed alive. I kept breathing. And one day my logic was proven all wrong because the tide came in, and gave me a sail. 
And now, here I am. I'm back. In Memphis, talking to you. I have ice in my glass... 
And I've lost her all over again. I'm so sad that I don't have Kelly. 
But I'm so grateful that she was with me on that island. And I know what I have to do now. I gotta keep breathing. 
Because tomorrow the sun will rise. Who knows what the tide could bring?”(1) 


As we enter into the last days of this extraordinary Lent, we too may feel we are adrift. Like Chuck, many of us are struggling with uncertainty, anxiety, fear of the unknown. All that we have known has been changed by this terrible pandemic in much the same way that Chuck was on that island all alone. 

Our tendency to take pride in our own independence has been brought up short by a growing realization that we are all deeply dependent upon each other and interconnected, as we have talked about previously since this global health crisis has caused us to suspend in person worship. We've instead been urged us to stay apart from our friends and neighbors and remain largely in place if we can. 

And just this week, we have suffered the death of one of our own here at St. Martin’s, and many of us feel a profound grief and sense of loss as this pandemic has touched us personally and heart-breakingly. 

Like Chuck, many of us are coming to the realization that we are not as in control of our circumstances as we once thought we were. Like Chuck, too, though, as people of faith we understand the power of love to sustain us. 

And so here we are at Maundy Thursday—a day when we celebrate the institution of the Eucharist in a time when we can’t celebrate it together. Yet we have each other. We have community. We keep on going, upheld by bonds of love—love, even in the midst of heartbreak. 

In our readings, we hear the beautiful story from the book of Exodus, and are reminded of how we stand in solidarity with our Jewish neighbors as they begin Passover. We hear Paul’s recounting to the Church in Corinth of how the Holy Eucharist was instituted—the same precious words we have been fasting from for the last weeks. We hear the gospel story of Jesus humbling himself and washing the feet of his disciples at a time when we haven’t been able to touch each other for nearly a month. 


Yet we are not cast away or adrift. For tonight we are reminded of the power of love, love that sustains us despite separation or distance, just as it did for Chuck in that movie. Because Maundy Thursday recounts the last night Jesus was with his friends and disciples, knowing he was about to be betrayed. 

Jesus is getting ready to leave his disciples—and he wants to show them what true love is. 

Love is service. Love is sacrifice. Love is being vulnerable. 

Maundy Thursday inaugurates a holy period of three days’ time which our forebears called the Triduum- the “three days.” This is when the movement toward the cross becomes inexorable. If Jesus was crucified and died on a Friday, then that means he was betrayed on a Thursday- tonight. This is the night we are reminded that, no matter what happens, Jesus loves us, and we are to love each other just as extravagantly and open-heartedly. 

 Love literally surrounds the story we hear tonight. It is LOVE that marks us to the world as followers and disciples of Jesus. Love for each other. Love that is tied up in ACTION, not in sentiment or mere warm feelings, but love that calls us to truly serve each other—love wrapped up in justice. 

Love that is tied up in each precious breath. Love that is tied up in hope for what the tide might bring tomorrow. Love that right now is embodied in doctors and nurses and care-givers giving of themselves for the care of others, often at their most vulnerable. 

It is not only Jesus’s love for the disciples that glorifies God—it is by the disciples’ love for each other that everyone in the world will know the name of Jesus. Not by judgment, or by cherry-picking Bible verses, or by fear-mongering with threats of smiting. But by putting on the armor of love and commitment to each other in the face of a world beset by fear, loss, and anxiety. 

It is a holy time for us. As our first reading reminds us, it is also a holy time for our Jewish neighbors. We are united with them in remembering, as our reading in Exodus reminds us: “This shall be a day of remembrance for us.” It is a time to remember that God’s reconciling work is our work too. We are both drawn together around tables of remembrance--as they begin to celebrate Passover, and as we remember and move toward the sacrifice on the cross that Christ continues to make for us. 

We are called to receive and then embody a love supreme that admits no lessening due to mere distance. An all-encompassing, active love that we are asked to allow to reign over us from the cross to the tomb and beyond. A love that we remember and give thanks for every time we gather. 


During this Coronatide, we are being sent out into the world in reality as we have never been before—literally dispersed and deployed for the life of each other. The words are more than just words this year-- we are truly sent out into the world, to remember that we are called to serve God by serving others as well in a time when so many need that love and connection and care. 

We are being called to a new awareness of how vulnerable we are, certainly, but also to see that as a gift and blessing for us in our relative comfort. However, we must then consider how much more that is magnified for the poor, the homeless, the outcast, the sick, the friendless, refugees. 

And then we are called to act. 

Our gospel imperative is more than just words. The balm of Christ’s love calls us to action right now—all of us woven together into a web of mutual love and dependence. Sinners. Saints. Happy people. Scared people. Angry people. Hurting people. All one. 

This is how we are called to live. Together. Serving each other. No one expendable. No one unworthy of grace and care. 

Declaring our unity with each other, even as we remember and also look forward to sharing Communion in person as well as in spirit once more. We’re called to gratitude in letting down our barriers and allowing other members of our beloved community to care for us in a way that is completely opposed to the rhythms of most of modern life. 

Nourished and called to peace. Called to be vulnerable together so that we can remember what it is like to allow ourselves to be cared for with nothing to gain, and to remember the example of Christ calls us to serve each other in complete purity and parity, that there will be no outcasts among us, and none will be left adrift. For where there is community, there is love, and there is hope. 

Tomorrow the sun will rise, and who knows what the tide might bring? 

Amen.

Preached at the Maundy Thursday service online from St. Martin's Facebook page, and recorded in my basement during a time of pandemic, April 9, 2020.

Readings:
Exodus 12:1-4, (5-10), 11-14 
Psalm 116:1, 10-17
1 Corinthians 11:23-26
John 13:1-17, 31b-35



Prayer 2628: Maundy Thursday in time of COVID-19


Photo from 2019; this year COVID-19 will prevent us from worshiping in person.

Lord Jesus,
you taught us
that to serve others
is the greatest way to love and serve God:
help us also accept the honor
of being cared for with grace.

May we be fed and filled
by serving and being served,
and feel your tender hands
take hold of our feet, and our hearts.

Holy One,
help us shed our fear of being vulnerable,
that we may love You and each other fully,
and be healed by love ourselves.

Help us to join hand and hearts
in the true spirit of thy Holy Communion, Lord,
no matter how the space between us is measured,
to be strengthened and united,
giving thanks to You
and interceding for the entire world and its cares.

Bless those for whom we pray,
O Merciful One,
and pour your comfort like a balm over them.

Amen.

Love Bids Us Welcome: Speaking to the Soul, April 9, 2020


“I give you a new commandment, that you love one another. Just as I have loved you, you also should love one another. By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another.”—John 13:24-25 

The lines above are from the service for Maundy Thursday, and from the gospel many of us will hear at that service.

But we live in a time of pandemic, a time in which many of us have been fasting from communion for these many weeks—yet we have hopefully never fasted from Eucharist, from thanksgiving, from the gift of love that Jesus urges us toward.

Even as we worship separately from each other in a tine of quarantine, we share in the living reminder that we are to love one another— even in the face of difficulties, differences, even in the face of anxiety.

As the Anglican poet and priest George Herbert wrote five centuries ago, when discussing the Eucharist in one of his poems, love bids us welcome. Love roots itself in our very being and transforms us. And we are still in need of that transformation, centuries later. In this time of pandemic, we are called to overcome the fears that might separate us, and instead some into a fuller understanding of our essential unity and interconnectedness.

On Maundy Thursday, Jesus makes it clear that we can’t serve God unless we are willing to also serve each other. Jesus calls us to make ourselves holy, and to be disciples who work for the repair of the world. This is a sacrifice of praise, of thanksgiving, and hope. A sacrifice we can celebrate together even across physical distance.

When we gather together, even in this time when we gather online, we are nonetheless engaged in a radical act to remake ourselves, and by doing so, remake the world, to reflect the continuing presence and healing of the world by God through the power of the Holy Spirit.

As we consider over these next days the paths that lead through the dark wilderness of betrayal and sacrifice, how can our own hearts not break a little?

Yet, let our hearts break.

Let them crack open, so that the light of Christ can shine through the cracks and illuminate our inmost selves. Let that light in and illuminate all the hurts, all the betrayals, all the losses we still hold within those broken hearts.

Let’s let our hearts break open, for only when they are open can they be filled.

Then healed, renewed, let us fill those same hearts with joy, and peace, and thanksgiving for Christ’s love for each and every one of us, and for the love we have for each other. Especially in this time of fear and anxiety, we are called to celebrate the power of love, as we enter these three holy days where we remember how much Jesus answered evil with love.

As we raise our open hands let us raise our open hearts, healed and renewed by the power of love, to receive the Body and Blood of our Savior, who did not die to save us long ago, but lives today in you and me and in all of us, who is with us at this altar right now, loving everyone around this table.

Let us receive Jesus Christ, who continues to save us and love us during every minute of our lives and beyond, bringing us to new life filled with love and service and thanksgiving for each other.


This was published on Episcopal Cafe's Speaking to the Soul on April 9, 2020.

Thursday, April 18, 2019

God at Our Feet: Homily for Maundy Thursday, 2019


“I give you a new commandment,
that you love one another.
Just as I have loved you,
you also should love one another.
By this everyone will know
that you are my disciples,
if you have love for one another.” (John 13: 34-35)

This is what brings us together—today and every day. Love. It’s there at the start of our gospel reading, too: “Having loved his own who were in the world, he loved them to the end.” Jesus is getting ready to leave his disciples—but he wants to show them what true love is. And he gives them a concrete example that they will never forget.

What is the act Jesus chooses to demonstrate his love for his disciples? Something so humbling that no one would have expected it. Jesus kneels before each one of his disciples, and takes their feet into his hands to wash them. It absolutely surprised the disciples—having Jesus get up at the end of the meal, stripping off his outer garment, tying a towel about his waist, getting the water and the basin. After all, foot washing was usually done before the meal—sponging off the dust that clung to the feet from a day’s journey on the roads and streets. It was also usually done by a slave or by a woman. It was a humble act of servitude.

Yet Jesus reverses the order here—forever linking what we would later call the Eucharist with loving, solicitous service, as symbolized through the foot washing. It’s an important reminder to us, as well, that we must not come to this table “for solace only, and not for strength; for pardon only, and not for renewal,” as one of our own Eucharistic prayers states.

And yes, it makes us as uncomfortable as it did the disciples, this washing of feet. From the time we learn to walk, though, our feet bear the imprint of the habits and the accidents and events of our lives. They get callused where they rub against rough ground, they get misshapen if we wear shoes too small or if we study ballet, they spread wider and ache if we spend too much time on them. They are the very sign of our vulnerability. 

Nonetheless, Jesus takes each one of those feet into his hands, lovingly washing them and drying them, taking his time. Those feet are going to take a variety of paths going out from that place: some are going to go with Jesus to pray. Some are going to go to betray Jesus for silver. Some are going to run away when accused of being a follower of Jesus. Tenderly, Jesus washes his apostles’ feet—even Judas’s, whose act of betrayal gets omitted in the middle of our gospel reading.

In the verses omitted here tonight, Jesus quotes Psalm 41:9- “Even my dear friend in whom I trusted, who ate of my bread, has lifted his heel against me.” I wish they had included the quote from Psalm 41, for, in our reading tonight, we see Jesus taking that same heel of his betrayer and washing it. In washing Judas’s feet alongside the others’, Jesus declares not just his love but his forgiveness for Judas’s betrayal. This is what Jesus means by love. He loved his own until the end—even Judas. 

Throughout Jesus’s ministry, we are reminded over and over again that his kin-dom will challenge and upend all of our human notions of power and authority. And the means by which those notions are challenged is love. The Eucharist and the foot washing are both rooted in that love that is Jesus’s final, enduring commandment to us as his disciples then and now.

And if we look beyond tonight’s liturgy through the remainder of Holy Week, we can see a pattern emerge. The combined narrative of these three days is filled with movement. We begin with Maundy Thursday’s foot-washing, and the stripping of the altar as we remember Jesus’s last meal with his disciples and the setting in motion of his betrayal. Good Friday recalls Jesus’s arrest and crucifixion, and reminds us of the deep symbolism of the cross in our lives as Christians. The Easter Vigil then describes the arc of salvation throughout scripture, and then offers us the first opportunity to proclaim the resurrection. Running through this narrative, pun intended, is a journey through our own devotional growth as disciples.

As I was thinking about this service tonight, I was reminded of the shock that many felt six years ago when Pope Francis washed the feet of twelve prisoners in Rome at a youth detention center. Not all of the young prisoners were Catholic, or even Christian; some were Muslim. But what most shocked some observers were that two of the prisoners were female, and the pope washed their feet ass well. Since the revival of the foot washing tradition in the Roman church in 1959, popes had usually washed only male feet, and usually Catholics—often other priests. However, St. John Paul II washed the feet of homeless boys, although he and his immediate successor later restricted the rite to priests. 

Pope Francis, staying true to his customs from before his papacy, reversed that policy and washed the feet of prisoners—yet in 2013, the shocking part was not the fact that he washed the feet of prisoners, but that two females were among the twelve, and that they had included non-Christians. Yet in responding to criticism about the symbolism of such perceived boundary-violations, Francis’s spokesman was clear that the point of the foot-washing ceremony was as an act of love and service to all.

Jesus calls us to model his acts of humble service in the world. Jesus models his own washing of the disciples’ feet as one that they are called to emulate both individually and as a mark of their community.

How are each of us called to be a servant to others, and how is St. Martin’s called as a community of faithful people to serve those outside our boundaries? These are the questions we are called to continually ask ourselves, testing out our understanding as it evolves over time.

Now some might argue that you can’t command love for another. Some might argue against loving those who are too different from us, or doubt that such a thing could be done at all. But that is exactly what Christ is commanding us to do.

Once again this is where we might start to wish that English had more than just one word for “love.” Because the word Jesus uses to speak of love is not a romantic love, but a self-sacrificing, parental love. Love that pursues even in the face of obstacles. Love that is as real and tangible as the elements of the story we heard tonight—the bread and wine that were a part of the meal as was recounted in the other three gospels, and the water that is used to wash the disciples’ feet. All five senses are engaged: Sight, hearing, taste, smell, touch.

Anglican priest and poet Malcolm Guite appeals to that complete sense-experience of Maundy Thursday in this sonnet:

Here is the source of every sacrament,
The all-transforming presence of the Lord,
Replenishing our every element
Remaking us in his creative Word.
For here the earth herself gives bread and wine,
The air delights to bear his Spirit’s speech,
The fire dances where the candles shine,
The waters cleanse us with His gentle touch.
And here He shows the full extent of love
To us whose love is always incomplete,
In vain we search the heavens high above,
The God of love is kneeling at our feet.
Though we betray Him, though it is the night.
He meets us here and loves us into light.(1)

Jesus loves us into light—and centers his call to love as an appeal to the entire community to disregard barriers and notions of rank and privilege so that the outside world will know we are Christians not by the things we wear or our own claims—but by our love, especially for those outside the margins of our parish or communities. To love, and risk being vulnerable: those are the two components that enable our discipleship.

Jesus teaches us that to serve others is the greatest way to love and serve God. With God’s help, may we also accept the honor and blessing of being cared for with grace. May we not only seek to serve, but to love each other enough to allow them to serve us. May we always remember that we are cleansed not through our own effort but in community with each other, for the redemption of the world. Through the example of our Savior and out Teacher, Jesus, may we shed our fear of being vulnerable, that we may love God and each other fully, and be healed by love. May we join hands and feet and hearts in the sacrament of Holy Communion, to be strengthened and united, giving thanks to God, and interceding through our praise and thanksgiving, for the entire world and its cares.

Amen.



Preached at the 7:00 pm Maundy Thursday service at St. Martin's Episcopal Church, Ellisville, MO on April 18, 2019.

Reading:
John 13:1-17, 31b-35

Sources:
1) The Rev. Dr. Malcolm Guite, "Sonnet for Maundy Thursday" from Sounding the Seasons (2012), also found at https://malcolmguite.wordpress.com/2019/04/18/

Prayer, day 2272: Maundy Thursday


Almighty God, Ground of Our Being,
we turn to You in hope and gratitude,
centering ourselves in your grace and peace,
inviting your Spirit deeper into our hearts.

Blessed Jesus,
who on this night reminded us to serve each other humbly,
and care for each other as tenderly as you care for us,
strengthen us to be a community embodying your example,
where all are fed, cherished, and honored.

You showed us how to walk in love and faith, O Redeemer,
and You have made each of us precious in your sight:
may we therefore extend the bounds of our compassion
to love and protect each other in truth and in action.

May we remember that in all we do,
we are your representatives in the world:
your voice of forgiveness and reconciliation,
your healing hands among all in need,
your compassionate embrace of all who feel broken or lost.

Led by your example, Lord Christ,
and anointed by the Spirit,
may we take up our lives' true work:
to worship God in unswerving faithfulness,
standing in unity with all creation,
tearing down the edifices of injustice and oppression,
serving the weakest and most vulnerable among us
just as you laid down your life in ransom for all.

Fed and nourished at your abundant table, O Savior,
we ask your blessing and guidance as we walk in your Way,
and ask your protection upon those for whom we pray.

Amen.

Thursday, March 29, 2018

Prayer 1888: For Maundy Thursday


Almighty God, Ground of Our Being,
we turn to You in hope and gratitude,
centering ourselves in your grace and peace,
inviting your Spirit deeper into our hearts.

Blessed Jesus,
who on this night reminded us to serve each other humbly,
and care for each other as tenderly as you care for us,
strengthen us to be a community embodying your example,
where all are fed, cherished, and honored.

You showed us how to walk in love and faith, O Redeemer,
and You have made each of us precious in your sight:
may we therefore extend the bounds of our compassion
to love and protect each other in truth and in action.

May we remember that in all we do,
we are your representatives in the world:
your voice of forgiveness and reconciliation,
your healing hands among all in need,
your compassionate embrace of all who feel broken or lost.

Led by your example, Lord Christ,
and anointed by the Spirit,
may we take up our lives' true work:
to worship God in unswerving faithfulness,
standing in unity with all creation,
tearing down the edifices of injustice and oppression,
serving the weakest and most vulnerable among us
just as you laid down your life in ransom for all.

Fed and nourished at your abundant table, O Savior,
we ask your blessing and guidance as we walk in your Way,
and ask your protection upon those for whom we pray.

Amen.


Thursday, April 13, 2017

Prayer 1540: Maundy Thursday

Harvest field. Baruch atah Adonai, Elohainu Melech Ha-Olam.

Beloved Savior,
you gather us
and give us a final command:
"Love one another,
as I have and still love you,"
even as darkness draws near.

You show us in word and act
that the heart of love is service,
humble and tender:
may we ever do likewise,
remade, restored, renewed.
From this good earth
and the work of human hands
you feed us-
drawn around one table,
one bread,
one cup:
Blessed are You, Lord God.
May we also be broken open,
and used to bless the world,
O Adonai, King of the Universe.

Let us make our prayer to you
to be faithful witnesses,
into the darkening night
which you have shared with us.

May we be brought anew
before the light of your countenance,
and reflect that light
into the darkest corners of our hearts.

Lord Jesus,
our companion,
our brother,
our king,
bless us and heal us,
we humbly pray.

Amen.