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Sunday, April 25, 2021

The Shepherd's Duty: Sermon for Easter 4B (Good Shepherd Sunday)



Deep in the Western Australian countryside, two tourists were walking through a quaint town sightseeing. They suddenly ran into what in that town was a traffic jam—caused by a smallish herd of newly shorn sheep being moved through town. Drivers in their cars stopped their engines and got out to stretch their legs as the flock threaded through the dusty center of town. Black and white dogs darted back and forth, keeping the sheep bunched together. At the rear of this mass of animals walked a man. He was yelling out commands with little effect, driving the sheep with a whip in his hand, snapping it over their heads and at times on their sides and at their heels. When the whip made contact, the sheep would jump and scatter, only to be brought back together by the dogs. It was slow going.

“That’s funny,” said one of the tourists to her companion. “I didn’t know that shepherds used whips.”

A bystander overheard and leaned over. “They don’t,” he confided. “That bloke’s no shepherd. He’s the town butcher.”

Today, this fourth Sunday in Eastertide, we hear-- as we do each year-- passages from scripture about shepherds. It might seem strange if this was less usual, but we hear these stories every year, and so even in our context where I am betting most of us have only been near sheep in a petting zoo at Purina Farms, we listen and nod appreciatively. We work with a kind of limited understanding of what real shepherding is all about (it’s lonely, and exposed to the elements, and kind of stinky and dirty in real life) because we know this to be a metaphor to talk about our relationship with God and God’s relationship with us.

But I am hoping we can lean in a bit today to what our readings say to us in our own lives right now—both in our lives together as a community and a nation, as well as our lives together as disciples of Christ, mostly through the lens of our beloved 23rd Psalm.

I started with this anecdote because the part of this psalm that has been speaking to me most loudly is the image of the rod and the staff that is at the very center of our psalm. It’s like the fulcrum. So let’s actually start there. 

The rod and the staff show up in our psalm when the sheep are in the most danger—in the valley of the shadow of death. Now in normal times, shepherds lead their sheep from the front when they are guiding them. But once in danger, the psalm suggests  that God goes from walking in front of us to walking beside us, as our companion who will use the rod and the staff to protect and comfort rather than to abuse or chastise. That’s why this psalm doesn’t mention the one who cares for us driving us with whips. That would only add to the terror, and change the role of the shepherd from protector and shield to one who rules by fear and infliction of pain.

As I've been thinking about the verdict in the trial of the murderer of George Floyd, and meditating upon this psalm this week, that image of the rod and the staff have been haunting me. I've been thinking about when we invest people with tools and authorities that can cause injury and even death, we do so with the idea that those tools and authority are going to be used not against us but for us. In fact, most of us take that for granted. But we have to acknowledge that our own lack of concern is not shared by all of our kindred. 

On the night of the verdict coming down, I listened to our own Presiding Bishop speaking with great emotion about how he too grew up knowing that the color of his skin could lead his interactions with the police to not be those of protection but to be those of suspicion at first sight. And this usually optimistic man of God, whose greatest theme is that God is love and God is the answer, was weeping in relief that perhaps with this small measure of accountability we could begin the work of making our justice system and law enforcement less a means of control of people of color and more a system in which all receive equal guidance and protection under the law.


We give our shepherds authority over us, expecting that they will protect us and care for us so that we may live together in peace and without anxiety. We see the presence of the rod to be used against those who terrorize and pose imminent threat to the sheep—not against the sheep themselves, even when they do stupid things, as sheep-- and people-- are prone to do.

It’s part of the lore of this psaslm that King David himself wrote this psalm, and before he was king, he was a shepherd. His musical skill was honed as her practiced his harp playing to the sheep, singing to them during the long days, and in that singing, intimately acquainting them with the sound of the voice of the one who was there to protect them and lead them. The shepherd constantly sings out to his sheep—some even read to them—so that running to the sound of his or her voice becomes instinctive. And indeed, in all my years working with adolescents, the best educators knew it was the power of their voice and the power of their relationship with the kids that most helped guide them and help them to feel safe enough to lower their guard and trust us as teachers-- and to de-escalate when the kids needed to calm down. It is the same way with shepherds.

So there are two roles being described here as we consider the shepherd as model of the good leader or protector, and that of the sheep as the protected, and what that protection means. This psalm is about the leader—and those who are led. And there are implications for our lives in examining both of these roles.

The psalm starts with a simple declaration: God is my shepherd. It’s a straightforward, wonder-filled statement in sureness (and sureness will be featured again in the last verse of the psalm). And if God is my shepherd, I know that he will feed me and care for me so that I will not be in want. All anxiety is therefore vanquished --dispelled in the imagery of green pastures of plenty and still waters to lie down beside. And all of us deserve that assurance in our lives with each other, too.

This reminds us of the responsibility we bear as sheep. In our current political climate, the term sheep is often used contemptuously to represent someone who just blindly follows without thinking for themselves. But the obverse is just as dangerous to our common life together: those who refuse to follow any guidance but their own prejudices, their insatiable appetites, their refusal to privilege facts over their own often paranoid opinions certainly seemed to be the loudest sheep around us at times. And that not only endangers the well being of all of the members of the community, it also denies the authority that God rightfully is owed within their lives --and ours.

We know that provision is also a vital part of leadership, despite what some leaders who are only interested in power say. They want to divorce their obligations from their power, and that only leads to the tyranny of the whip.

The power of the rod and staff is a grave responsibility. We know that the rod and staff are meant for assurance and protection rather than intimidation by our next image in Psalm 23: that of God as host and provider. That same shepherd who was willing to put his life on the line to protect us is also willing to offer us plenty even in the face of those who wish us ill. God doesn't just provide us with a meal --God provides us with a banquet right in the face of those who would torment us. Where we might otherwise be afraid to take our eyes off of those who wishes harm, God instead calls us to lay aside any concern, and instead to feast at a banquet prepared of the best things.

The descriptions of safety, plenty, belovedness, and abundance described in verses 1-5 of our psalm lead the psalmist to come to a conclusion of what this special relation of protection care and guidance means for their life: With God leading us, goodness and mercy will follow us through every moment of our lives. In other words, our lives are bookended by God In God's plenteous, unwavering gifts. God at the forefront, goodness and mercy bringing up our rearguard.

And so where does that leave us? Dwelling within the household of God for all eternity, yes, but most importantly, in the time we have right now. Some scholars originally took this last line to mean that the best life was one that was lived in the temple, within its boundaries. And yet the bulk of the Psalm actually doesn't suggest so. This is a psalm about living your life out in the world in the certainty of God’s love and in testimony and witness to God’s love --not shutting yourself up away from the vagaries of life. This last observation gives us the courage and strength to persevere through whatever may come, knowing that in the end nothing will ever separate us from the love and care of God. Not even death. 


The purpose of the shepherd is not to conquer by division. The purpose of the shepherd is to make possible the creation of a good life. This psalm reminds us that God as our shepherd walks with us through our trials, even our own mistakes and foolishness, guiding and delivering us. We are never alone. We are always beloved. God has chosen us and anointed us, and provides us with all our hearts and souls need. But it also reminds us of how we should remember our common cause with all of the members of God’s flock, and how the leadership that God especially in Jesus models for us is a path of goodness and mercy for all of us as leaders and as followers. Jesus states flatly that he is willing to “lay down my life for my sheep…. of my own accord.”

Jesus seeks out all the lost sheep, and calls for us to do the same, remembering that we all fall within that category at times in our lives. Jesus calls to us, relentlessly, compassionately, taking the initiative to move toward us because only he can, and it is only when we still our own bleating that we can hear him. Luckily, he will wait and call us in the spaces and brief silences of our lives. We are scattered—but he calls us into one flock, despite our tendency to wander. Despite our tendency to fear. And goodness and mercy will follow us all the days of our lives, bringing us into our true home.

With God, and with each other.

Amen.

Preached at the 10:30 online service on Good Shepherd Sunday (the 4th Sunday in Easter) April 25, 2021 at St. Martin's Episcopal Church in Ellisville.

Readings:
Citations:
1) Top image: The Sheep, the Gate, the Shepherd, copyright Laura James. Used with Permission.
2) Last Image: The Good Shepherd, copyright Laura James. Used with permission.



Wednesday, April 21, 2021

Prayer 3006: After the Verdict, When the True Work Begins



God of Wisdom,
Holy and Compassionate One,
we praise you and bless you
in gratitude for your gifts.

We turn to you for guidance
in humility and hope,
O Ground of Our Being,
that we may honestly examine our lives
and the common life we share,
and demand equity and true justice for all.

God of Grace and Mercy,
may we have the wisdom and will
to tear down the edifices of violence and oppression
that conflate your true and holy peace
with pacification at the point of a sword.

May we remember that true peace is established
where amity and justice abide
for the least as much as for the great;
where the powerful empower and support
the cry of those who bear the burden of injustice;
and where ease and freedom is available to all
and generated by love of neighbor--
by the renunciation of vengeance and malice,
embracing our kinship with all.

May we always treat each other with the mercy and respect
that we ourselves hope to receive,
no matter the recipient.
May we examine the influence of our fears
in generating anger,
and the influence of our anger
in injuring and demeaning those we encounter.

May we remember
our own failures and sinful impulses
before judging the lives and liberty of others forfeit.
May we choose accountability over vengeance,
and never fool ourselves that we can flourish
if our security is built by crushing our neighbors.

Help us recover a reverence for
and recognition of
the image of God
woven into the blood and bones
of every soul.

May we embody resurrection
in devoting ourselves to the work
of healing
and accountability.

May we be devoted to waging justice in your Name, Lord,
led by our duties and obligations to one another.
May we embody that our well-being
is bound up in the well-being and protection of all.

Almighty One,
your lovingkindness is our shield and our breath:
extend now the balm of your comfort and healing
to those for whom we pray.


Amen.







Written after former Minneapolis Police Officer Derek Chauvin was found guilty of the murder of George Floyd

Thursday, June 11, 2020

Prayer, day 2693


Almighty One
we ask your peace to rest upon us
as we lift our hearts and hopes to You.
Give us the wisdom, O God,
to choose unity and kinship
over the forces of division,
to choose empathy and compassion
over the forces of envy and greed,
to choose knowledge and awe at all your varied creation
over the forces of ignorance and falsehood.
Gather within your welcoming embrace, Lord, all those who seek You
and strengthen all who serve You.
Pour out the balm of your Spirit, O Holy One,
on all whose needs we now name.

Amen.

Saturday, June 6, 2020

Prayer 2688: Inspired by Amos 5


O Creator of the Universe, 
Fashioner of the Pleiades and Orion, 
who formed us from the dust of stars and galaxies,
we turn to you in awe and wonder:
many and great are your works, O God.

Let justice roll down like a freshening river
 and righteousness rise within us
like an ever-flowing stream
that we may care for our neighbors in your Name. 

Turn our deep darkness into morning, O Savior,
and open our ears to the prophetic voices
that call us to repentance and renewal in love.

May we turn our backs on those 
who glorify hatred
and crush the defenseless beneath their knee;
may we live instead in charity and peace
founded on equality
as You have commanded us, O God of Compassion.
May we stand in solidarity against injustice,
against the exploitation of the vulnerable
and the trampling of the oppressed.

Make us abundant in grace, mercy, and unity,
living by your precepts, O Holy One,
watered by compassion and charity
like green olive trees in the courtyards of God.

May we worship You, Merciful God,
by living out our words or worship with action,
in lending aid for any in need or peril,
by offering You lives of integrity and righteous love.

May we live lives of grace and blessing.
by seeking good for the needy,
food for the hungry,
and shelter for the refugee.

Place your benevolent hand upon us
and anoint us with a Spirit of Truth, O Lord.
Grant your favor and peace
to those who call upon You
as we pray.

Amen.

Thursday, June 4, 2020

Prayer 2686: Justice In Time of Protest


God of Mercy,
we bow before You,
grateful for your guidance and lovingkindness.

May we pray for your kingdom to come, O God,
not by rote, as empty words,
but from our hearts and souls,
and may we put our shoulders to the wheel of justice.

Teach us, Blessed Jesus, to let go of our fear
that we may walk in amity rather than enmity,
to work for inclusion rather division.

May we reject those who seek
to divide us that they may lead us astray
from paths of charity and engagement
that is your holy will for us 
that we may flourish, together in love and hope. 

May we grow straight and true in faith, 
according to your generous will for us.

Spirit of the Living God,
pour out your power upon us and strengthen us
in integrity and open-heartedness,
that we may serve You and each other.

Bend near to hear the whispered prayers of your children,
O God of Grace,
and grant your comfort to those we now name.

Amen.

Sunday, May 31, 2020

The Power of Breath, the Power of Love: Sermon for Pentecost A



As I consider these readings the first thing that strikes me is the statement in the first verse of our first reading that the disciples were all gathered together in one place. Since March 16, we have not been able to do that. This Sunday, May 31, marks the end of the initial order from the diocese to cease in-person worship, and it doesn’t look as though we are able to resume that any time soon. As of May 30, 2020, more than 105,000 Americans have died from COVID-19, with 1.8 million confirmed cases, and we all know that the real numbers of both are undoubtedly much higher, given the lack of testing we still have in this country. Who know when we will be able to be gathered together in one place again?

We too, some of us, have been huddled behind locked doors. Others of us have locked away their hearts and closed themselves to compassion, recklessly disregarding pleas for social distancing and mask wearing, endangering each other and workers without considering consequences and the care we owe each other in the name of decency and honor. They do not realize that they have locked themselves away as much as any prisoner kept in chains in a dungeon deep. They have clenched their hearts like fists against the power depicted in our readings today—a power we celebrate today, celebrate so that we can instead open our hearts to it, break our hearts open to it—the power of love. 

Jesus’s ministry and teaching during his earthly ministry was centered on love, reconciliation, renewal. On feeding and healing those who were hungry and hurting in body and in spirit. On rescuing the lost, the outcast, the oppressed and restoring them to a place of hope, of dignity, of full membership in the community. Each and every miracle and encounter we see with Jesus recounted in scripture calls us to consider the ways in which God has likewise been present to us in our own lives, to respond with gratitude, and then to embody that same generosity, charity, and love in action out into a world that groans under suffering and domination just as much now as it did 2000 years ago. 

And yet Jesus does not leave us without his presence or other resources. Jesus reminds us that the power to follow in his ministry as his disciples is given to us in our very breath. I am convinced it is vitally important for us to lay our passage from Acts and our passage from John alongside each other, with our psalm reading as the hinge. In John, we hear that familiar story of the disciples in the room, afraid of the forces outside of it that might be coming to get them, the same forces that seized hold of Jesus and crucified him. And make no mistake. It wasn’t the “Jews” who killed Jesus. It was the death-dealing power of empire, and those who were willing to go along with it, making a so-called “bargain with the devil” in order to maintain their own places of influence, wealth, and power, that killed Jesus. Indeed, those forces are still are at work right now, working to usurp Jesus’ message of hope and peace and replace it with one of division, hatred, and fear.

That’s why Jesus’s final gift to his disciples that we hear recounted today is so important for us to hear anew. The final gift to us is the breath of God. A gift that was implanted in us in the very beginning of creation, as Psalm 104 reminds us, created as God sends forth the Holy Spirit like a wind or breath to move over chaos and draw forth from it new life and new growth. That breath is the foundation of life itself, a gift given to each of us that also calls us to seek to live in wisdom, compassion, and peace with each other. Not by participating in the oppressions of this world, but by embodying and embracing the power of life and love over the forces that preach hate, contempt, and death. What a precious message of renewal, so desperately needed in this time and in this place! 

 That breath of God, given to us in double portion when we invite the Spirit of God to reside within our hearts, calls us to reject any power that would deprive another of breath, whether by exploiting them for their labor or by kneeling upon their necks to drive the breath from their helpless bodies. 

We already have too much of violence in our lives. So I think it’s important to remember that although the SOUND of the Spirit in Acts is described as sounding like a violent wind, the image from our gospel tempers that, and reminds us that the gift of the Spirit of God comes gently. It comes to make us brave, to make us hopeful, to make us powerful through love.

Growing up in Tornado Alley in Oklahoma, I know what a violent wind is like. Perhaps it is fears of being seized by a violent wind that leads so many of us Christians to want to hold the Holy Spirit at arm’s length. So we are called to understand that the Holy Spirit only goes where she is welcomed. The Spirit of God’s means of working are collaborative, as we see in our epistle, requiring assent, just as Mary assented to God’s call to her at the Annunciation. The Spirit seeks to break us open, yes, but through love, where we have closed ourselves off from the hope and possibility of the good things God offers to us, and our own human frailty and sinfulness keeps us from working toward and embracing.

The Spirit does not storm into our lives, upending our own agency but comes alongside us, gentle as a breath, to speak words of healing into the well of pain that twists and disfigures our world by our silences and our closing ourselves off to each other. The Spirit calls to us lovingly, gently, to realize the power of love, hope, healing that we can all contribute to, that is our lasting inheritance as Jesus calls us to share in his incredible work of blessing and reconciliation. That breath to us of our ability to be his Body in the world and to continue his ministry.

The events we hear recounted in our readings today remind us that as long as we center ourselves in love and faithfulness to God and to each other, nothing can separate us from each other. Indeed, the Spirit’s greatest deed of power in our readings today is her power to break through any barrier that we humans can erect—those of ethnicity, class, or language. And through language that the Spirit enables the witness of the disciples to the crowd outside their room. 

Once the disciples accept that gift of breath, that gift of Spirit, what do they do with it? They go out and proclaim. They go out and tell out the joyous story of God’s reaching out to us to reclaim us and draw us into relationship with the Creator of the universe. Their discipleship moves from learning to themselves proclaiming the message Jesus had imparted to them. They go out to share the peace of Christ for the transformation of the world. Many of us marvel at the idea of the gift of being able to speak in all the different languages of the onlookers in the streets of Jerusalem gathered for the festival celebrating the giving of the Torah on Mt. Sinai.

Very often, churches who have been gathered together on this feast have invited members of the congregation who have the ability to speak parts of the passage in other languages, and we have heard parts of this passage spoken in French, German, Italian, Spanish, Hebrew, Tagalog, Japanese, Creole, Korean, Mandarin, Arabic, Yoruba, Swahili. Yet the true miracle lies deeper—through the power of the Holy Spirit, each person felt heard by God, and by the strangers who poured out of that room. 

The gift of language is irretrievably tied up in our identities. I have spent the last 2 weeks watching my mother struggle to both express herself and understand what is going on around her due to damage to the parts of her brain that control speech and language. Her first three days post-stroke, the only sentence she really had mastery of was “I’m mad.” And the doctors and nurses were usually unfortunately too rushed to spend the time to try to understand what my mother was trying to say, or to consider that she didn’t understand what they were saying most of the time. So the two sides were at an impasse. After a week, she started talking in longer sentences, and talked about memories rather easily. Yet if someone asked her a direct question, she struggled, and often found herself saying her other favorite sentence: “No.”

Yet I am reminded that at the root of the gift of language is the gift of breath. As disciples, Pentecost reminds us to use our breath not to promote the hatred and contempt that power this world of our. We are called to use our breath, our precious breath, to sing out God’s message of love, of hope, of community, of being joined together by our common origin. We are to use our breath not to condemn the oppressed but to declare our unity and our love regardless of the categories that could be used to divide us.

As the events of the last week have proven, we are divided by language in this country. It’s not a division based on lack of fluency. It’s a division fueled by lack of care and concern for the welfare of others. When someone who is sworn to protect and to serve the citizens of his community callously ignores pleas like “I can’t breathe.” When we fail to take seriously the divide in the justice system that excuses and accepts the killing of a suspect over $20, but at the same time insists that his killer deserves the protection of due process in abundance, we are not speaking the same language when we talk about justice or the sanctity of life. When we close our eyes to oppressions and micro-aggressions suffered daily by our neighbors, when we deny our kinship with each other and dehumanize each other, speaking the same language doesn’t seem to matter much.

At the root of that gift of breath, and at the root of that gift of language, lies our charge to use our lives in service to God, by using our own breath to testify to God’s power to redeem and repair the world. We are called to protect the ability of our fellow human beings to breathe, whether that ability to breathe is threatened by violence, racism, poverty, and injustice, or by COVID-19. 

The breath of the Spirit implanted in us is the breath of love, a word we are too quick to discount or limit to romance. Perhaps it might help us to think of it as a powerful wind, after all.

The Spirit not only blesses us with the gift and responsibility of taking the language of love that animates our very existence as God’s children and translating that love into action in defense of the defenseless. The Spirit gives the listeners, those to whom we are called to minister and stand alongside, the assurance that they are heard and understood—that God calls us to speak and hear in the language of love, compassion, mercy, and grace. To be able to reach into the depths of every person, to cherish their most basic identity as a child of God created in God’s image, no matter what their circumstance, and be willing to lay our lives alongside theirs in recognition that we are all beloved, that no one is beyond redemption, that no one has forfeited the claim we all have to life, dignity, and hope. 

Our message, powered by that gift of breath, is one of healing, of unity, and, ultimately of peace. Not peace as the absence of tension, that ignores the plight of the hurting in order for us just to “get along.” God did not send Jesus into the world to protect the status quo or to urge our surrender to the principalities of this world. Jesus’ peace is founded on love in action that is the foundation of our very existence. 

May we use the gift of our breath, the gift of our love, to welcome the Spirit into our lives, for the life of the world and protection of our neighbors.

Amen.

Preached at the 10:30 online service at St. Martin's Episcopal Church, Ellisville on the Day of Pentecost, May 31, 2020.

Readings:
Acts 2:1-21
Psalm 104:25-35, 37
1 Corinthians 12:3b-13
John 20:19-23