Sunday, January 29, 2023

Taken, Broken, Blessed: Sermon for 4th Sunday After Epiphany A and Annual Meeting



Sometimes it seems that we live—and die—by numbers. Especially when it comes to our health or our status.

For instance, health: think about it. For the last three years, we have watched what the infection and hospitalization rates were from COVID, the flu, and RSV, and proceeded accordingly.

But then there’s the more prosaic numbers. How old are you? How much do you weigh? What’s your resting heart rate? What’s your cholesterol count? What’s your A1C? What’s your BMI? And the dreaded, soul-crushing, fun-sucker of all questions: how many calories are in that?

Then there’s status: How many degrees do you have? How much money do you make? How much in your 401K or Roth? How many bedrooms—or more importantly, bathrooms-- in your house or apartment? How many cars do you have, if any? How many shares of stock do you have? What iPhone model do you have? What’s your zip code? And if you think that one doesn’t matter, let me try an experiment. What numbers come after this? Beverly Hills… (90210).

And what’s worse, all the numbers in that second set can have an impact on those numbers in the first set. In fact, here in the US, depending on what zip code you are born and then live in, your life expectancy can differ from those in other neighborhoods by as much as 22 years in St. Louis County alone.

You will forgive me if numbers have been on my mind a lot lately, and on the minds of a lot of us here at St. Martin’s whether you’re a staff member or lay leader or member. It’s annual meeting time, after all, and then comes parochial report to the diocese and the Episcopal Church time, and once again that seems to be all numbers, numbers, numbers.

But I am snapped out of this obsession by our gospel today. Today, Jesus gives us nine statements of blessing—and hopefully that’s the last number I use for a while as we ponder this pivotal and yet in some ways puzzling teaching. Because for Jesus, numbers have nothing to do with belovedness or with ranking.

Instead, Jesus lists categories of people whom he names as being blessed, right now. And what’s intriguing is that the categories Jesus names are NOT categories many of us would normally associate with being in a state of favor or blessing. Especially the first four. In the first four, he singles these out: the poor in spirit, those who mourn, those who are meek, those who hunger and thirst for righteousness.

In all four of these categories, people are not there because they want to be. They are there because of trying circumstances in their lives. According to Psalm 51, the “poor in spirit” are the broken-hearted; those on the verge of giving up, or those who are oppressed. The Message translation of the Bible, which uses modern idioms, translates this verse as those who are “at the end of their rope.”

Likewise, we hear “meekness” in our macho-obsessed culture as “powerlessness” or “wimpiness” even though that was not the case in Jesus’s day—in fact, it was one of the adjectives used to describe both Jesus and Mary his mother, and neither one of them were in any way weak. Instead, their meekness was their willingness to yield to God’s will, as we pray in the Lord’s prayer every time we pray for God’s kingdom to come.

Those who hunger and thirst for righteousness and justice are those who see the brokenness in our world and cry out for resolution and correction. They are those who allow themselves to see and name the sorrows and injustices that surround us, and call on us to stand against the forces of hatred, division, and inhumanity. And as we have seen especially in the last few weeks with the death of Tyre Nichols and the release of the video evidence of his brutal murder at the hands of those who dehumanized him even though sworn to serve and protect, we also know that these categories can overlap. Those who thirst for justice are also those who mourn, and those who are at the end of their rope.

Jesus calls us to recognize ourselves within these four categories. We need to be honest and think of those times we have been in one or more of those categories, either through our own circumstances or by empathy for the circumstances of those around us. Jesus reminds us that those who are poor in spirit, those who mourn, those who protest against oppression should be as dear to us as ourselves, that we are all bound together in mutuality and love. What one suffers, we all suffer. We see that in the next three categories Jesus names as blessed: the merciful, the pure in heart, the peacemakers.

The merciful receive mercy and it grows and grows until the violence and exploitation our society is absolutely drenched in is cut off at its knees, because the merciful will never support the merciless, no matter how much it may profit them in the short-term. The pure in heart will see God, because they will see the image of God everywhere, as they view creation with wonder and each person in it as being in the image of God Godself, as precious to us as our own breath. 

And the peacemakers—oh, the peacemakers. Here Jesus uses the term you might hear elsewhere translated as shalom, which is more than just the absence of conflict. It is working for wholeness, wellness, the common good, repairing what is broken and strengthening what is good. Peacemakers work to align humanity with God’s dream for us, vertically as it were, as well as recognizing our neighbors as just that—our neighbors, our kindred, regardless of differences—peace spreading out horizontally until it covers all the Earth.

Jesus finishes up by acknowledging the cost of living in this state of blessedness. Those last two statements of blessing may be the most paradoxical of them all. And Jesus is blunt. First, he makes a general statement: blessed are those who are persecuted for the sake of working for Jesus’s gospel. Because it is certain that the forces of this world will fight tooth and nail against being overturned. But then, Jesus turns and looks at each of us and makes it clear: he means you and me. Blessed are YOU, he says. The first time he uses that word in his sermon. Blessed are YOU when you are mocked and resisted as you work to help bring my kingdom into being. He is looking right at what we now call the Church, here. We are called to stand at the nexus of each other and God and, with our fallible yet faithfully striving hands and hearts, and promote blessing instead of curses, healing instead of injury, engagement instead of apathy, care instead of disdain.

And there our gospel portion ends. If that was all we got, surely we would be left at best scratching our heads, or at worst, scoffing and declaring this precious message, this encapsulation of all of Jesus’s teaching, to be impossible and simply walk away. But we are blessed for another reason: we know the entire story of Jesus’s saving life and example among us. And when we gather in worship, we do so not for what it gives us, but for how it empowers us to give to the world.

There is a story from Hasidic Judaism. A teacher and his students in schul were studying the story in Deuteronomy when Moses gives the Ten Commandments to the people, and God commands them to place the words on their hearts. One of the disciples asks the rebbe, or teacher, “Why does Torah tell us to ‘place these words upon our hearts’? Why does it not tell us to place them in our hearts?” The rebbe answers, “It is because as we are, our hearts are closed, and we cannot place the holy words in our hearts. So we place them on top of our hearts. And there they stay until, one day, the heart breaks and the words fall in.”
(1)

And we know something about blessing being possible through brokenness, don’t we? Every single time we gather around this altar, God’s altar, here at St. Martin’s, we take, break, bless, and eat. We share communion only through breaking and blessing the offerings we bring forward—not just bread and wine, or our money, but our very selves—and sharing them with each other. That’s why we ask you to rise as the offerings are brought forward. We rise because what we are truly called to offer to each other is ourselves. That’s what makes this parish a blessing in the world—the breaking open and the blessing and the consecrating of ourselves to God’s service, out of love and faith and hopefulness. Breaking open the hard muscle and fortresses of our hearts so that the words can get in, especially the most important word of all—the Word of God, Jesus.


Come, Lord Jesus. Come to us who are poor in spirit, who mourn, who seek your will, who cry out for justice and righteousness. Come to us as we embody your call to be merciful, to be pure in heart, to hammer our swords into plowshares and our hearts into worthy vessels for your love in the name of peace. Come, break us open that your Word may find a home within our hearts, and make us a blessing for the world in truth and love.

Amen.

Preached at the 9 am single service and annual meeting at St. Martin's Episcopal Church, Ellisville, MO on January 29, 2023.

Readings:


Citations:
1) Christopher K. Germer, The Mindful Path to Self-Compassion: Freeing Yourself from Destructive Thoughts and Emotions, pp. 142-143; cited in J. Marshall Jenkins, Blessed at the Broken Places: Reclaiming Faith and Purpose with the Beatitudes, loc. 756/3579, kindle edition.


Thursday, January 26, 2023

Bless. Be. Speaking to the Soul for January 26, 2023



Matthew 5:1-12

O God, You bless us in every moment, 
and uphold us by the strength of your Love:
hear our prayer, for our hope is in You.

Bless those who work as your servants,
for they have fixed their hearts upon salvation in each moment.

Bless those who are gentle and kind,
for they draw others to You through their witness.

Bless those who hunger for a just society,
for they seek to build the kingdom of God.

Bless those who demonstrate mercy and forgiveness,
for they live out a life of Love and Charity.

Bless those who are innocent and childlike,
for their hearts are always open to You.

Bless those who spread peace in their wake,
for they call us to live as better people and children of your household.

Bless those who suffer for their faith,
for their resolve will never be shaken.

Bless those who cry out to You,
for they know that God will comfort them in their needs.

Almighty One, guide us to be
the blessed, the generous, the brave,
whose faith reflects your blessing upon all creation.

Amen.


This was first published at Episcopal Journal and Cafe's Speaking to the Soul on January 26, 2023.

Sunday, January 22, 2023

Prayer 3632: Third Sunday after Epiphany A



Blessed Jesus,
you call us to leave behind our boats and follow you:
let us leave behind the boat of tribalism
to step out onto the shore of kinship;
let us leave behind the boat of self-righteousness
and step out onto the shore of seeking
that we may be filled with awe at your loving-kindness,
and wonder at your abundant grace.

Blessed Jesus,
you called us to be fishers for people:
may we gather them to you
by offering the nourishment of your gospel,
in love, not in fear,
by living out your truths in compassion and mercy,
in joyful surrender to your Way,
with the vision of a restored creation dancing before us,
rather than judgment and coercion.

Blessed Jesus, you call us to cast our nets wide:
Let us cast nets
not as a trap, not to prevent escape.
Let us cast nets
beneath those who call out for help
fearing falling into nothingness,
nets as wide
as your outstretched arms, O Savior.

Wrap the mantle of your healing, O God,
around ragged hearts and aching bodies,
that we may rejoice that the kingdom of heaven has drawn near.
Rest your hand of comfort and tenderness
upon those who call out to You.

Amen.

Thursday, January 19, 2023

A Fortress Not of Stone




Psalm 27:1, 5-13

Into your courts, O Most Holy,
we come bearing our weights and burdens,
to cross the threshold and breathe in the cool air
redolent with tallow, incense, wood soap,

dust motes set ablaze and twirling
by colored grass and the breath of prayer–
a humble little church, carpet threadbare
from the tread of feet drawn to your radiance.

Your house, O God—
made not of stone or plaster,
but lyric of the human heart,
a refuge from all that assails
when we see beyond the skin that divides us
to the image of eternity with each one..

Here I see You, O redeemer,
in the beauty of your living temple:
in the sticky face of a child playing in the pew,
looking up to say “Amen;”
in the young woman whose very step across the threshold
is an act of bravery and resistance
to the pains yoked to her against her will
by those who thought themselves God’s anointed, praying
that this day she will be reminded of her beauty carved by your love;
the mother who has prays for her son awaiting diagnosis,
the young man whose job hangs by a thread,
the elderly father whose children do not call.

You call us to embrace of each other- that is your church.
To sing for those who breath is tight,
to welcome those seeking shelter,
to embody grace for the bowed down,
to flare with hope and tenderness for those casting off their burdens.
made free by your mercy.
In resting on each other,
we rest in You.
This is a fortress not of stone,
but of being a people for others.

You, God, are our sheltering fortress,
rock and refuge,
our dwelling place for all our days,
shelter in storm and trouble
made visible in the peace that we share.


This was first published at Episcopal Journal and Cafe's Speaking to the Soul on January 19, 2023.

Sunday, January 15, 2023

Being At One With God and Neighbor: Sermon for the 2nd Sunday after Epiphany, A




The season of Epiphany is about the dawn of comprehension and understanding as to who Jesus is in terms of his role as Messiah and Savior, as Son of God, the Incarnation of God in human flesh to reveal to us who God is. Our readings we just heard are directed at that purpose.

However, we could all be forgiven for feeling a bit of whiplash. After all, last week, Jesus was still an infant, and the Wise Men from the East had just arrived—the first non-locals to proclaim Jesus as someone set aside and worthy of worship. The writers of the lectionary unfortunately skip over the next events recounted in Matthew’s gospel of Jesus’ early years—the seeking of asylum by the Holy Family in Egypt until Herod’s death, and Herod’s slaughter of the innocents attempting to kill the infant Messiah. Instead, we go straight the account in John’s gospel of Jesus suddenly being an adult, and being proclaimed the Lamb of God by his cousin John the Baptist to his own followers.

Jesus is referred to twice by his cousin John as the “Lamb of God,” and the first time this saying is used it is followed by the qualifier “who takes away the sin of the world.” You might recognize those words as those called the “Agnus Dei,” which we sing or say at certain times in the year:

Lamb of God who takest away the sin of the world,
have mercy on us.
Lamb of God who takest away the sin of the world,
have mercy on us.


Sin is an injury or rupture in relationship, which creates an imbalance that requires atonement. “Atonement” is an interesting word—and very much misunderstood. Atonement is too often seen as a bargain that lets someone off for the consequences of their actions. Some people, over the centuries, have misinterpreted the idea of atonement as something done for us rather than something we are called to do.

Just the opposite.

Atonement is an action or attitude that seeks to provide reparation for an injury or wrong that has been committed. Atonement is making amends, and being willing to sacrifice in order to restore a sense of wholeness and. Atonement allows for reconciliation when one person owes another for the wrong or injury they have done. But look at the word when you place hyphens within it: “at- one-ment.” The suffix “-ment” is defined as “condition” or “the means of making or being.” So, literally, the meaning of “at-one-ment” is “the condition of unity,” or “the condition of being ‘as one.’” 




Injury or wrong creates separation. When someone has hurt us, that hurt creates a divide or a gulf between us and that person. That gulf might remain indefinitely, unless the hurt or injury of the offended party is alleviated or tended to in some way. This can be something as simple as expressing remorse and apologizing, or it can include attempts to restore what was damaged: if kids vandalize playground equipment by spray-painting graffiti on it, their atonement for their wrong can include paint removal, repainting the equipment themselves, or paying for said repairs. But atonement is deeper. It means we are at one with each other—the offender and the offended—and thus we would never think of repeating the offense, for it would be the same as hurting ourselves.

The goal of atonement is to try as much as possible to return to the condition between the guilty party and the injured party as it was before the act that was wrong. The goal of atonement, in other words, is not about blood sacrifice and substituting an innocent victim for a guilty one. The goal of atonement is reconciliation and repair. It is about choosing to avoid harming another in the first place, in imitation of Jesus as Jesus exemplified during his earthly life and ministry.

Jesus will take away the sin of the world, and people may understand it in two helpful ways. First, Jesus is the incarnation of God in humanity, both fully God and fully Man, living among us and teaching us. Second, Jesus’s teaching is revelatory—he reveals God to us in a new way as the Son of God, and as we say each Sunday in the Nicene Creed, as “very God.” He helps us to understand how God wants us to live our lives—by modelling it himself. Atonement leads to nothing less than for us to change our orientation from our own blind self-centeredness to an outward orientation where we work for mercy, justice, peace as disciples and children of God.

In other words, atonement is NOT merely about saving ourselves from the consequences of our sins. It is about humbly recognizing and acknowledging our failures and our sins, known and unknown, things done and left undone, individually and communally, and working to not just make amends but place ourselves on a more ethical, empathetic path. Atonement literally means seeing a seamless bond between ourselves, creation, and God.

The heart of atonement is empathy for those around us, because we acknowledge that we are all one.

Talk about counter-cultural.

But there’s more. In Matthew’s gospel, Jesus is presented as the new “Moses,” the greatest prophet of God and shaper of the religion of Israel. Thus, like John, Jesus is a prophet. He is MORE than John because he is also, in addition, the Messiah, the anointed One, the Lamb of God who call us to atone. And this brings us to a happy coincidence between our national holidays and our religious ones. For this weekend in the season of Epiphany, we remember and celebrate a great modern prophet who called us to unity, empathy, and reconciliation with each other—the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. And as a prophet, one of his primary tasks was to call us to self-examination, reconciliation, and atonement.

We often forget that Dr. King was not just a protest leader and orator. He was, first and foremost, a Christian preacher. And he had much to say in his sermons about atonement as the restoration of relationship.

In the book Strength to Love, a collection of Dr. King’s sermons, Dr. King uses the story of the Good Samaritan from the gospel of Luke as the foundation for his sermon, “On Being a Good Neighbor.” First, let’s remember that the man who had been attacked by robbers in Jesus’s story was not named or described by Jesus. Dr. King echoes the question Jesus was answering about our obligations to others and states it this way:

“Who is my neighbor? ‘I do not know his name,’ says Jesus in essence. ‘He is anyone toward whom you are neighborly. He is anyone who lies in need at life’s roadside. He is neither Jew nor Gentile; he is neither Russian nor American; he is neither Negro nor white. He is ‘a certain man’—any needy man—on one of the numerous Jericho roads of life.’ So Jesus defines a neighbor, not in a theological definition, but in a life situation.” Dr. King then goes on to describe the Samaritan:

“What constituted the goodness of the good Samaritan? Why will he always be an inspiring paragon of neighborly virtue? It seems to me that this man’s goodness may be described in one word—altruism. The good Samaritan was altruistic to the core. What is altruism? The dictionary defines altruism as “regard for, and devotion to, the interest of others.” The Samaritan was good because he made concern for others the first law of his life.” 

Dr. King then goes on to point out that the Samaritan acts out of altruism, which he describes three ways. First, he says the Samaritan possesses a “universal altruism,” that overcomes the prejudice against prejudice against those different from us. Second, Dr. King states that the Samaritan possesses a “dangerous altruism,” willing to risk what he has to behave morally and compassionately. Doing right can have risk—that’s why too many avoid it. Dr. King observes:

“The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy. The true neighbor will risk his position, his prestige, and even his life for the welfare of others. In dangerous valleys and hazardous pathways, he will lift some bruised and beaten brother to a higher and more noble life.” 

And finally, Dr. King states that the Samaritan has “excessive altruism.” Dr. King defines this as moving from being motivated by pity in which you still see the neighbor as someone “other,” and instead move to sympathy and empathy, or being AT One with the neighbor in their suffering, and thus being willing to go beyond the minimum required perhaps by law to loving completely in unity and community with those around us.

Dr. King then applies the lessons of this parable to the evils of discrimination and segregation that plague this nation by living into living by the inner law of God that calls us to atonement. And he concludes with a statement that reflects back upon our focus in this season of Epiphany and in our gospel reading. Dr. King concludes:

"In our quest to make neighborly love a reality, we have, in addition to the inspiring example of the good Samaritan, the magnanimous life of our Christ to guide us. His altruism was universal, for he thought of all men, even publicans and sinners, as brothers. His altruism was dangerous, for he willingly traveled hazardous roads in a cause he knew was right. His altruism was excessive, for he chose to die on Calvary, history’s most magnificent expression of obedience to the unenforceable." 

As both Jesus and Dr. King remind us, we are called to atonement for our failures, yes. We are also called to a brave and joyful proclamation of our essential unity and fellowship as children of God. When we live into the relationships that Jesus calls us to embrace with both God and with all creation, we are transformed. We make room within our hearts for the inner light and wisdom of the folly of the gospel of Jesus, one that denies that there must be winners and losers as much of the world’s systems demand. It is embracing the paradox and the gift of God coming into time as a helpless infant, and of the greatest becoming the least, all for love beyond all of our own fearful limitations.

So as we continue to invite the Epiphany light of love and wisdom into our hearts, may we be led by the examples of prophets like Dr. King, who point us to the way of knowing ourselves more fully, and of knowing God through the power of being at one with each other.

Amen.


Preached at the 505 on February 14 and at the 10:30 Holy Eucharist at St. Martin's Episcopal Church, Ellisville, MO.


Readings:

Citations:
Martin Luther King, Jr., Strength to Love, pp. 20-30, Kindle edition.


Thursday, January 12, 2023

At One With God and Each Other: Speaking to the Soul, January 12, 2023



John 1:29-42

In this coming Sunday’s Gospel reading, Jesus is referred to twice by his cousin John as the “Lamb of God.” The first time John adds the qualifier, “who takes away the sin of the world.” You might recognize the words from the “Agnus Dei,” which we sing or say at certain times during the year:

Lamb of God who takest away the sin of the world,
have mercy on us.
Lamb of God who takest away the sin of the world,
have mercy on us.


Sin is an injury or rupture in relationship, which creates an imbalance requiring atonement. “Atonement” is an interesting word—and very much misunderstood. Atonement is too often seen as a bargain that lets someone avoid the consequences of their actions.

Just the opposite.

Atonement is an action or attitude that seeks to provide reparation for an injury or wrong that has been committed. Atonement means making amends, and being willing to sacrifice in order to restore a sense of wholeness. Atonement allows for reconciliation when one person owes another for a wrong or injury they have done.

Consider the word with hyphens within it: “at- one-ment.” The suffix, “-ment”, is defined as “condition” or “the means of making or being.” So, the literal meaning of “at-one-ment” is “the condition of unity,” or “the condition of being ‘as one.’”

Injury or wrong creates separation. When someone has hurt us, that hurt creates a divide or a gulf between us and the other person. That gulf might remain indefinitely, unless the hurt or injury of the offended party is alleviated or tended to in some way. This can be something as simple as expressing remorse and apologizing, or it can include attempts to restore what was damaged: if kids vandalize playground equipment by spray-painting graffiti on it, their atonement for their wrong can include paint removal, repainting the equipment themselves, or paying for said repairs. But atonement goes deeper. It means we are at one with each other—the offender and the offended—and thus we would never think of repeating the offense, for it would be the same as hurting ourselves.

The goal of atonement is to try as much as possible to return to the condition between the guilty party and the injured party as it was before the act that was wrong. The goal of atonement, in other words, is not about blood sacrifice and substituting an innocent victim for a guilty one. The goal of atonement is reconciliation and repair. It is about choosing to avoid harming another in the first place, in imitation of Jesus as Jesus exemplified during his earthly life and ministry.

Jesus will take away the sin of the world, and people may understand it in two helpful ways. First, Jesus is the incarnation of God in humanity, both fully God and fully man, living among us and teaching us. Second, Jesus’ teaching is revelatory—he reveals God to us in a new way as the Son of God, and as we say each Sunday in the Nicene Creed, as “very God.” He helps us to understand how God wants us to live our lives—by modelling it himself. Atonement leads to nothing less than mercy, justice, peace.

Lamb of God who takest away the sin of the world,
Have mercy upon us.


No matter in what way you understand these phrases, we Christians see Jesus as the means for us to truly know God and to know how to live our lives, even though a hundred different Christians might interpret that second part a hundred different ways.

Lamb of God who takest away the sin of the world,
Grant us thy peace.


This was first published at Episcopal Journal and cafe's Speaking to the Soul on January 12, 2023.

Image: part of a crozier with the Lamb of God from the Louvre.

Sunday, January 8, 2023

The Way to Wonder: Sermon for the Feast of the Epiphany 2023



We think we know the story.

We’ve heard it a thousand times, a mash-up from the gospels of Matthew and Luke and the imaginings of a dozen Christmas hymn lyrics.

The angel Gabriel darting around making more predictions than commentators on ESPN. Receptive women and reluctant, doubtful husbands. Waiting. Some singing of hymns of praise. Then, the weary family, a trace of scandal hanging over their unusual pregnancy. The lack of space for them to rest, accepting the indignity of bedding down with the cattle in a cave beneath the inn. The imagined filth and dust as they deliver their child themselves and place him in a feeding trough. Shepherds startled out of their boredom in their fields by flashes of light and angelic pronouncements and hallelujah choirs. And then, a wait, a shift to a house, and sumptuously attired exotic visitors from the East, led by astrological signs to seek out an infant boy whose birth they foresaw in the stars.

It sounds fantastic, like a fairy tale. And we live in a world where fairy tales would have died out completely if it wasn’t for Walt Disney.

Today, we celebrate the Feast of the Epiphany. Epiphany is a Greek word, that means the manifestation or revealing of Christ as the son of God to nations beyond the Jews. The Magi represent the rest of the world being drawn into the embrace of God, as the prophet Isaiah predicted. “Nations shall come to your light, and kings to the brightness of your dawn.” And so we have what tradition had named the Three Kings following the light of a star from Persia, to the East—a star that flared into existence to announce the birth of a God. They bring gold and frankincense, signs of wealth and holiness, just as Isaiah described—but also myrrh, a spice used in embalming. Our psalm likewise talks of kings bringing gifts of tribute.

These Kings are also known as “wise men.” Why are they wise? Because, as non-Jews, they know something the “king” of the Jews, Herod, should know. They obviously expect Herod (and everyone else in Jerusalem) to know, and stop in Jerusalem so that they can fine-tune their directions.

Yet, they get their first surprise, for not only do the people of Jerusalem and their king NOT know about the birth of this new king, they are completely terrified by the possibility that there could be a new king on the horizon. One has to wonder why, if the Wise Men WERE indeed so wise, they might not have foreseen this possibility—since the birth of a new king means the end of the reign of the current king, and kings usually don’t take being deposed too well.

So these pagans also accidentally warn the local dictator that there is a legitimate rival for his fraudulent claim to be king. They may be called wise men, but this is a misstep that will later cause Herod to lash out and slaughter hundreds of innocents. They continue on their way with the star leading them, and find what must have been a letdown. No palaces, so sumptuous lodgings, but a poor peasant family, in a house now at least, but still not obviously destined for greatness at first glance, or even second or third. Nonetheless, their hearts tell them they have found what they are searching for, and they present their precious gifts, and worship the little baby. And like good guests visiting a family with a newborn, they don’t overstay their welcome. They have a long journey home in which to make sense of all they have seen. So after their dreams warn them not to go back through the road that goes by Herod’s palace, they return home by another way.

So what is the point of this story to our jaded ears?

At the most basic level, in Matthew’s gospel it is Gentile wise men who are the first to recognize and proclaim of the special quality of Jesus as divine and a holy child at his birth. They come to pay homage to a child born, according to prophecy, as king of the Jews, even though they are, again, not Jewish religious scholars but strangers who nonetheless have the imagination and faith to follow the signs they perceive. Thus the Magi represent that God’s plan and love is for all of us, God reaches out to all who can open their eyes, and have the faith to interpret and see the signs. The light has come to the Gentiles, but the people of Israel do not yet really see the signs and interpret them yet.

But I think the last sentence of our reading holds a key for us, living 2000 years later. After seeing and recognizing Jesus as holy, they go home another way. They are placed on another path.

In other words, worship is easy. It’s joyful, and uplifting. But allowing it to transform us and our perceptions, the way we see and interact with the world and each other and with God? That’s particularly challenging BECAUSE we have become so blind to the idea of the miraculous and the wondrous imprint of God that we encounter in Jesus., and in creation all around us.

The great Episcopal lay theologian and teacher Verna Dozier makes much the same point in her masterpiece, The Dream of God:

“The church missed its high calling to be a new thing in the world when it decided to worship Jesus instead of follow him. We live in a day when it would be equally offensive to those who bear the name of Christian to hear Jesus blasphemed as to see him followed. And yet discipleship, not worship is what Jesus called for….” (Dozier, loc 1120).

She points out that in every instance of Jesus’s adult life, when someone attempted to worship Jesus, he stopped them, asking them instead to do the harder thing and FOLLOW him:

“Worship is setting Jesus on a pedestal, distancing him, enshrining (enshrouding) him in liturgies, stained glass windows, Biblical translations, medallions, pilgrimage to places where he walked—the whole nine yards. Following him is doing what he did, weeping over situation that was so far removed from the dream of God and spending his life to make it different. Following is discipleship…. Following Jesus is having that clear eyed vision of whom we serve.” (Dozier, 1148)

This is where I believe we are called to expand our understanding of what an epiphany is. Epiphany also means a sudden shift in our insight or understanding, a “eureka!” moment in which our perception of the world is completely changed. Even though it is left unsaid, I believe those Wise Men returned to their homes and told what they had seen, yes, but I also am convinced they came back years later to hear that young rabbi preach as he walked the shores of lakes and rivers and taught people from the heights of hills. I believe the shift in their perception as they held that tiny baby in their rough hands began working in their hearts even before Jesus uttered his first word.


Because epiphanies do not usually come in words, but in insight. In being willing to look around with new eyes and see wonders in the ordinary—wonders that reawaken us to the nearness and presence of God in our everyday lives, if we allow the light of God to lodge within our hearts.

The encounter the Magi had with the Holy Family undoubtedly left them changed. It also led them to find their way home by a different path than the one they had taken before. And that’s the way it is with epiphanies, isn’t it? They change you, and they change your understanding of the path that you are on. Epiphanies point us to another way home.

Jesus calls us to enlarge our own horizons, just as the star caused the Magi to enlarge theirs. Specifically, Jesus calls us to worship, and to offering, absolutely—but more importantly, Jesus calls us to be formed and shaped by that worship and that offering to see the world with new eyes. But more importantly, Jesus calls us to USE that insight to join in the work of restoring creation and our relationships within creation so that they are based on healing, reconciliation, and compassion. Jesus calls us to renewal, to reconciliation, to discipleship.

This is a new year. It’s a new opportunity to commit to living with a renewed commitment to our ministry as Christians. The days grow longer with each week; may our hearts and our courage grow just as surely. May we commit ourselves to following the light of Christ, and welcoming it into our hearts, so that we may live unafraid, united, in service to God and each other.


Amen.

Preached at the 505 on January 7 and at the 10:30 Holy Eucharist on January 8, 2023 at St. Martin's Episcopal Church, Ellisville, MO.


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Thursday, January 5, 2023

Shining Forth: Speaking to the Soul, January 5, 2023



We know now
   the night sky as ancient record-
   the ages and eons required
for the light of each star to fall on our eyes.
If we look up.
                        We may even
look upon what has flared out and died
when life was new and God’s song of creation
echoed still through galaxies, the final blast of light
trailing behind, Schroedinger’s star,
   dead and alive at once,
perhaps memory only, but like all memories
   still serving as guide in the now.

Lured by a star, did they
stop as dawn drew a blue
diaphanous veil between earth and heaven?
                                                                      Or did they
continue westward, shifting their allegiance to the sun?

But here they are now, turning up
   dusty, grimy from the road, uneasy.
They shake sand from their beards as if ruefully disagreeing.

The door is low—bowing they enter,
then bowing again, offering
gold, frankincense, myrrh
power, worship, anointing.
All that meets their eyes
   could be dismissed as humble. Yet
as the infant gaze blinks and falls upon them,
and in eyes as wide and wise as centuries
the star’s birth flares anew,
                        alpha and omega.

After cradling him gently in callused, weathered hands,
   one by one that fire descended and swelled within each heart.
As if awakened from a dream,
they stumbled through the low-slung door
   to draw all nations to awe and praise.
The road is now elsewhere.
They go home now by another way.


This was first published at Episcopal Journal and Cafe's Speaking to the Soul, January 5, 2023
Scripture reference Matthew 2:1-12

Tuesday, January 3, 2023

Beatus vir qui non ablit



Come to the place where every breath is praise,
And God is breathing through each passing breeze.
Be planted by the waterside and raise

Your arms with Christ beneath these rooted trees,
Who lift their breathing leaves up to the skies.
Be rooted, too, as still and strong as these,

Open alike to sun and rain. Arise
From meditation by these waters. Bear
The fruit of that deep rootedness. Be wise 

In the trees' long wisdom. Learn to share
The secret of their patience. Pass the day
In their green fastness and their quiet air.

Slowly discern a life, a truth, a way,
Where simple being flowers in delight.
Then let the chaff of life just blow away.


-- Malcolm Guite (1957- ), English priest, poet, musician, and academic, from David's Crown.
Inspired by Psalm 1.

Thursday, December 29, 2022

A Prayer for Weary Travelers: Speaking to the Soul December 29, 2022




For all those in the midst of a travel meltdown

Beloved Savior, we come before you
seeking your grace and compassion this day:
we long for the weight of your hand upon us
as we seek to live into your witness of reconciliation.

Grant your protection
to all those who are lost, stranded, or alone.
Inspire your children to care for one another
in times of uncertainty and stress.
We thank you for those
who have shown compassion to the weary
and reassured the distressed,
caring for those who are far from home

Awaken us to your presence within us, Lord Christ,
that we remember that in your incarnation,
you remind us of our true nature and work:
to comfort the hurting
to stand alongside the oppressed
to reconcile the lost
to honor the dignity of all
to walk humbly and ever closer with our God.

Blessed Jesus, you taught us to pray and to listen,
to embody wisdom, peace, and virtue,
breathing forgiveness and mercy
in the renewal of life, holiness, and hope for all:
Today, may we set our feet firmly in this pilgrim path.

Bless and strengthen us in determination, O Messiah,
as we seek to witness to your light and truth,
and in your compassion pour out your comfort
upon those whose needs we bring before you.

Amen.



This was first published at Episcopal Journal and Cafe's Speaking to the Soul on December 29, 2022. Written after having to drive 1700 miles to rescue my daughter after she was stranded and abandoned by Southwest Airlines on Christmas Day.

Saturday, December 24, 2022

Where Love Is, There is God: Sermon for the Eve of the Nativity, Dec. 24, 2022



That gospel story we just heard cannot be surpassed. In it we have faithfulness, tenderness, awe, wonder, probably a little fear, relief, praise and joy. Through the shepherd’s example, we are encouraged to reach out to God through our God-given imaginations and not be afraid to believe the impossible. We are called to care, fidelity, and compassion, as Joseph modeled, and we are called to giving ourselves over to God in the pursuit of bringing about God’s kingdom, boldly, as Mary modelled. One thing that the shepherds, Joseph, and Mary all knew was that love had come among them, and their lives would be forever changed.

That’s it. The message of the most beautiful story in the world: where we act to bring love and warmth into the world, we encounter God.

It’s the part we don’t hear tonight that we spend our entire lives tracking down. The part that tells us “How”—how to welcome Jesus into our lives, and show that he still lives by our own witness, just like those shepherds in our gospel. How to receive Jesus not simply by saying we believe in him, but actually shaping our lives by his example.

And so, alongside the beautiful story we just heard, and that we will celebrate for these next many days, I want to offer you another story. Some of you may have read it in a book of stories by the great Russian master Leo Tolstoy. The problem is, he read it somewhere, attributed to an anonymous author, and he adapted it, thinking it was a folk tale. By the time he found out the true author, his works had already entered the public domain. So tonight, I want to share with you a version of the original story, written by a French pastor named Ruben Saillens. Even better, let me introduce to you the main character, because his name, so perfect for our congregation, was “Father Martin.”(1)

One hundred and fifty years ago, in the French city of Marseilles, there was a humble cobbler named Martin. Although he was an incredible shoe maker, his generosity and humility led him to live a simple life-- he had his tiny shop on a dusty side street consisting of a single room, and above it he lived in our studio apartment that was neat but plain. Father Martin's wife had died many years before, and their only son had been a sailor who had been lost at sea. He had a daughter, too, but for some reason they no longer spoke, and when asked about her, a single tear would leak out of his eye and run down his cheek as he shook his head mournfully. Yet even though he had known these tragedies, he was nonetheless known as a simple, kind, compassionate man.

It is Christmas Eve, and there's a sharp chill in the air as Father Martin closes his shop for the day.

He heads upstairs to his apartment, lights a stove, prepares a simple meal of stew and bread. He takes his cup of wine and goes and sits in a tattered armchair after pulling out the well-worn Bible from his shelf. He turns to the gospel of Luke, and reads about the struggle of the Holy Family to find a place to rest as they awaited the birth of Jesus. “There was no place for them in the inn,” he reads, and traces his fingers along under the words. “No place for Jesus—no place for the savior!” he exclaims in empathy.

He looks around his tiny home, noting that things may have been worn and well used, but they were neat and clean--certainly much better than spending the night out on the streets, or in a drafty barn. Father Martin thought slowly, “Oh that I could have made room for him here! I would have been glad to see him, to shelter him, and to welcome him into my home.”


“Of course,” he continued, “I have no gifts-- certainly not like the gold and the frankincense and the myrrh that the Magi brought. But what did the shepherds bring? It doesn't say-- but perhaps they didn't have time to get anything. Perhaps they only brought themselves.” Father Martin suddenly looked up on the top of one of the shelves along the wall and saw a small tattered cardboard box he sprung across the room and got it down and looked inside, where two perfect little shoes lay wrapped in tissue paper, made for a baby long ago whose parents had never come to get them. They were the best thing Father Martin had ever made-- his masterpiece. He smiled and touched the supple leather and neat stitches. “This is what I would give to Jesus--my very best pair of shoes I ever made! Oh, I wish I could have seen him and his family!”

He smiled for a moment at his own foolishness. The old man closed the box carefully and returned it to its place on the shelf. He then walked across the room and sat back down in his chair, sighing. Soon his head nodded on his chest, and he fell asleep. His lone candle burned itself out.

A voice suddenly spoke out of the darkness. “Martin!” “Who's there?” he cried out, seeing no one. But the voice, continued gently, “Martin, you wanted to see me. Keep an eye out on the street for me tomorrow.” And then the voice ceased. Martin rubbed his eyes wearily, and heard the clock strike midnight. It was now officially Christmas Day. Surely he must have been dreaming. So he put on his night clothes and crawled into his bed and fell asleep.

The next morning when Martin awoke, he was convinced that he had heard the voice of Jesus. Surely he had nothing to lose by remaining watchful as the voice had told him and seeing if he could see Jesus walking on the streets outside his shop. surely he would recognize Jesus as Jesus passed by-- after all, hadn't he admired paintings of Jesus throughout his entire life? And so he dressed, went downstairs to his shop on the main floor, and pulled up his chair at the large front window.

It was barely dawn, and there was no one on the streets. All that Martin saw was a street sweeper working in the bitter cold. He shivered visibly as he tried to attend to his work, rubbing his hands together, and stamping his feet to keep the blood circulating. Martin, thought, while he was waiting to see Jesus, surely he could take time to offer the man something warm to drink. So Father Martin opened the door and called out to the man. “Come in, won't you? Come in and let me offer you something warm to drink and a seat by my stove if only for a moment!”

The streetsweeper turned to Martin gratefully, and came in from the cold, scraping his boots on the mat outside first. “I can only stay a moment,” the man said. “I don't want to lose my job.”

“Let me make you a cup of coffee, at least. Surely you have time for that!” exclaimed Martin, and the streetsweeper couldn’t say no. Yet even as he prepared the pot of coffee, Martin's eyes kept darting to the window to the street outside to see if anyone was passing.

“Why are you looking outside so often?” asked the street sweeper.

“I am waiting for my Master,” Martin replied.

“Your Master?” the street sweeper asked. “I thought you owned this shop.”

“Yes, I do, I was talking of another Master,” Martin replied.

“Ah, sure,” said the street sweeper, too tired to try to solve riddles. He finished his cup of coffee, wiggled his toes in his boots, and prepared to leave. “Well, good luck, I hope you see your Master today.”

The door closed behind the street sweeper, and Martin sat down again, watching the street closely. A group of children passed by, singing Christmas carols. Martin waved, and they waved back. But still no Jesus. Some people saw Martin watching from the window—he smiled invitingly, and even those who had seemed less than happy smiled back. But still no Jesus.

Martin made a simple lunch from some of his leftover stew, and sat watching carefully. But still no Jesus. A few beggars were made brave by Martin’s smile, and approached, begging for a few pennies. They were not disappointed, and left with enough to buy a small roll and some cheese. There were cheeses-- but still no Jesus.

As darkness approached, the streets grew emptier and emptier. A small, ragged brown mutt slunk by sniffing in the gutter for scraps, limping slightly. The butcher down the street acted as if he would strike the pup with his broom, and the dog yipped in alarm and scurried straight toward Martin’s door and leaned against the post. Martin reached into the stewpot and pulled out a few pieces of meat and some of the broth, putting them on a chipped plate. He took them out to the poor dog, who, after starting, carefully approached the plate in almost human disbelief. Within moments the plate was licked clean, and the dog allowed his head to be petted before he trotted off.


The streets were in twilight and empty now. Suddenly around the corner a figure appeared, and Martin’s heart leapt—but it was only a young woman, not much more than a girl really. She held a bundle in her arms, and as she got closer, Martin could see she was dressed in a threadbare smock and a ratty coat, and the bundle was an infant, about nine months old. Martin sprang outside when he saw her stagger. “Ma belle!” he called out as he rushed to her as she leaned against the wall. When he was closer he could see that her face was creased in weariness, and the baby clung to her for warmth.

“Why, you don’t look well, ma chere. Why are you out so late on such a cold night—and alone with a little one?” Martin asked.

“I’m ill, and going to the hospital, and hoping that they will have pity and admit me although it’s Christmas Eve. My husband is away at sea, and should have returned. But it’s been three months. And now I’m ill…” The shoemaker immediately though of his own son, and his heart ached.


“Please, won’t you come inside for just a moment and warm up a bit? I have some stew, and milk for the baby.” He looked so kindly she felt reassured, and she followed him inside. Martin insisted on taking the baby from her so she could eat, and found one of his wife’s old shawls he had kept for sentimental reasons and draped it around her shoulders, all while crooning to the baby. When the young woman finished eating, he poured out some milk in a cup for the baby and placed it in ront of her so she could feed the child. As he passed the baby over, the blanket slipped, and he saw that the baby’s feet were bare and cold.

“No shoes? Oh no this will never do,” Martin murmured out loud. He looked closer. Could it be that the size was right? He went over to the shelf and pulled down his masterpiece shoes, and took them from the box and unwrapped the paper. Ah, they were the best shoes he had ever made! But he had no use for them, really—shoes are made to be worn, not stored away. And so Martin came to the woman, holding out the shoes, and asked “Will you allow me?”

“I have no money to pay you,” she cried, “and those are so very fine! They are fit for a prince!”

Martin smiled, “We have your young prince here now. Let’s try them on.” And the shoes fit as it they were made for the baby’s feet. It seemed impossible but they looked even more beautiful actually being worn. The young woman clasped the old man’s hands in gratitude and got up.

“I must go,” she said. “You have been so incredibly kind! I can never repay you.”

“No need, my daughter. Just get yourself well, and I will pray for your husband to be home soon!” The door shut behind her, Martin sat down again thoughtfully. It was now night. A fog even began to roll in from the sea. No point in watching any more. Jesus had not come!

He was so heartbroken he moved to his chair and slumped down. It all must have been just a dream! “He didn’t come!” he repeated over and over to himself.

Suddenly the room filled with light. The door of his shop swung open, and he saw all the people he had seen that day—the street sweeper, the passersby, the carolers, the beggars, the young woman and the baby. Each one approached Martin and said, “Didn’t you see me?” Over and over again. Martin was astounded, and his mouth formed a small o in wonder and shock. Could it be?

And then, with one voice, they spoke in the voice Martin had heard the night before:

“I was cold and you warmed me. I was hungry and you fed me. I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink. I was a stranger and you invited me in. I was naked and you clothed me.”2)

Martin suddenly understood. Jesus had come, after all.

And so Jesus has come among us, too, and comes to us still, in all those whom we can welcome and help not just in the Christmas season, but all year through. Jesus has come, and lives among us—in the room that we make for him in our hearts and in the love that we share with those we meet, Where Love is, there is God. That’s the message of Christmas.

Amen.


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Citations:
1) Ruben Saillens, “Where Love Is, There is God,” translated from the French by Bob Goodenough, found at his blog Flatlander Faith, from the post “Papa Panov should be Father Martin,” November 20, 2018. The story by Tolstoy is known as “Papa Panov’s Special Christmas,” which can be found here.
2) See Matthew 25:35-36.


Thursday, December 22, 2022

At the Gate of Advent: Speaking to the Soul, December 22, 2022



Mary is waiting, 
   every new ache
      ironically raising a stir of hope.
Joseph is waiting,
   wide awake
      to keep those crazy dreams at bay.
The angels are waiting
   and warming up their voices for the cantata,
   the altos humming a perfect fifth
      below the melody.
The shepherds
   don’t yet know they are waiting,
      but they are, eyes darting unconsciously skyward.
The sheep and goats are waiting,
   grazing while they wait,
      in the eternal wisdom of sheep and goats.
The goats are waiting
   to see if they get written out of the tale
   at the end.
The sheepdogs are waiting
   baring their teeth at malevolent shadows
   that blink with yellowy eyes
   and slink away.

The manger
   -temporarily still just a manger,
   corncrib, not crib-
      is empty but ready for the spotlight.
Zechariah and Elizabeth
   are up all night with a three-month-old
   nicknamed “Jumping Jack,”
   smelling of curdled milk and damp nappies,
   but they are waiting too.
The Magi are scrutinizing the star-charts,
   arguing, debating, pointing furiously,
      and redoing the math to no avail,
      subconsciously preparing a shopping list
         because the signs have spoken.
The Star is waiting, flaring on cue,
   testifying to portents and prophecies
   saying all that is needed
   simply by being itself.
God rubs her hands together in anticipation,
   like all parents
   when they know they have found
   the perfect gift.

So we wait too,
   on this longest night.
And while we wait, let us
   stand in awe at the vault of stars,
      who serve as witness and stage for wonders;
   breathe in stillness and alertness in this present moment
   offer up simple gratitude for the gift of hope
   sing along with celestial concerts
   practice peace for the Prince of Peace
in gratitude that God came to dwell
   among us
   as one of us
making the Creator human
and the created holy
infusing divine love into finite flesh
that we might dance with God
and truly love one another.


This was first published at Episcopal Journal and Cafe's Speaking to the Soul on December 22, 2022.

Thursday, December 15, 2022

Dreamer: Speaking to the Soul, December 15, 2022



Matthew 1:18-25


No, that was another Joseph.

I am not the one
in many-colored coat, braggart boy, Daddy’s pet
who told his brothers they’d grovel before him, who
dreamed that the heavens would dim
before his brilliance, who lured our ancestors west
famine dogging their heels.

I never confused myself
with the messenger,
much less the message.
I work with chisel and hammer, lathe and line,
a worker of wood and hewer of timber,
not prone to flights of fancy, feet on solid ground
even after she came into my life.

It was time for a wife. So the match
was arranged, her eyes shyly downcast,
her youth convinced me my simple life would spool on. But

now she speaks of being
the handmaiden of the Lord,
but prophet, too,
breathing revolution and a child to come
who will be God-with-us,
Eternity become enfleshed wisdom and truth.
With my pledge
--and angelic visitors’ guidance.

Now I am the Joseph-guided-by-dreams, angels
arriving on beams of light under night’s curtain, drawn aside
to unveil a new future, a choice
to smother the scandal by embracing all.
My honor will be their shield.
Helpless, from child’s first cry
my arms will open to claim and name
the One through whom all creation spins into life.

No, I am not that Joseph, either.
And so I echo her “Let it be for me
according to your will,” and I
will offer my name, my arm, my heart
to child and mother
as my God commands,
even to following the Joseph path westward,
the night banged with terror through
despotic plots and angelic commands.
At your word, Lord, I will go
led by dreams, and faith.


This was first published at Episcopal Journal and Cafe's Speaking to the Soul on December 15, 2022.



Sunday, December 11, 2022

Great Expectations: Sermon for Advent 3A



The Christian liturgical calendar has two seasons of preparation: Advent and Lent. In the early Church, Advent was actually longer—from St. Martin’s Day through Christmas Eve, and it was known as “Little Lent.” The lessons in both Advent and Lent are centered around self-examination and repentance. But after two weeks of apocalyptic visions, this third Sunday in Advent brings us something different: Joy.

The great systematic theologian Karl Barth noted, “Joy is the simplest form of gratitude.” It may be simple, but it is not easy without mindfulness. Let’s face it: we are not hard-wired for joy. We are hard-wired in our animal brains for fear, especially the fear of scarcity—and scarcity and gratitude do not coexist with each other. We have to make a conscious effort to reset our expectations in order to get to joy rather than anxiety. We have to reset our lens to look at what we have, and the way those around us enrich our lives rather than see what we don’t have, and see others as competition for scarce resources. Yet we are also made in the image of God, and God’s beloveds. That’s why “don’t be afraid,” is repeated over 365 times in scripture. One for each day of the year.

The readings we hear this Sunday are all about defying expectations. The vision Isaiah gives us this week shows a desert blooming, the weak being strengthened, the disabled made whole, waters gushing forth in the driest of places. It’s the same vision of healing and restoration that Jesus uses to define and describe his ministry in our gospel: “the blind receive their sight, the lame walk, the lepers are cleansed, the deaf hear, the dead are raised, and the poor have good news brought to them.”

And where does Jesus get the inspiration of this vision of abundance where there was need? From his own mother, whose Magnificat describes Jesus’s ministry even before his birth in the same way: the lowly, including Mary, lifted up, the proud and conceited humbled, the downtrodden lifted up, the hungry filled. The Magnificat begins and ends with identifying God with mercy. Mary’s vision and Jesus’s vision align, and that’s no accident. It’s a reminder of what the gospel really means and what it tells us about living into God’s generous vision for us.

Joy begets gratitude. Gratitude begets generosity. So why are these three things so hard to find in our own lives and in the culture that surrounds us? Perhaps it has to do with our expectations.

One of my favorite shows in the last couple of years has been Ted Lasso. It’s the story of an American college football coach hired to coach an underachieving English soccer club, even though he knows nothing about the game of soccer—not even the rules about offsides. The fans of the team are rabid and also cynical, having seen defeat snatched out of the jaws of victory too many times. Ted’s greatest feature as a coach is his relentless optimism. He inspires his players to believe in themselves, to have faith in themselves as a team. This sunny outlook clashes with the culture of world-weariness of the team organization and the fan base. When Ted urges the fans to keep the faith and have hope, her gets rebuffed repeatedly with the phrase, “It’s the hope that kills you.”

That’s the thing about low expectations. They become prophecy, because they suck the life out of you.

We can almost hear that same world-weariness in the tone of John the Baptist in our gospel today. Sitting in his prison cell, where he has been placed due to his stirring up the discontent of the masses against the most powerful people of his day, he had been preaching the coming of a fire-wielding, butt kicking Messiah, as we heard in last week’s gospel. He had expected the Messiah to join him in militancy.

Last week we saw John proclaiming the coming of the Lord. So much anticipation was imbedded in that gospel, which is of course so perfect for Advent. When indeed Jesus did appear, Jesus was not exactly what John had been expecting.

Isn’t that so often the case? We dream about something wonderful happening in our lives, and then reality ends up being still so random. Not worse, but different than our expectations. John had been expecting Messiah to be obvious to him. He expected Messiah to establish a certain way of justice that would reorder society the way John thought it should be.

And that’s not what he got. Instead, like Charlie Brown trick-or-treating and only getting rocks, in Matthew 4:12, John was arrested. The prophet rots in jail for seven chapters, and now, in chapter 11, he is forced to send some of his followers to attempt to ascertain whether Jesus is indeed the Messiah.

Sitting in his jail cell, John has doubts. To find the source of his disquiet, simply look at his words of prophecy. He has been foretelling doom, and judgment, and punishment. This is not the Messiah John has been expecting. John was expecting someone who would emphasize repentance more, even though Jesus certainly did plenty of that.
John was expecting vengeance!
John was expecting a leader who would be a strong man.
John was expecting some retribution at broods of vipers!

Many people, even today, especially today, expect to see that kind of God and that kind of leadership operating in the world right now. The problem with having a leader or God who is a “strong man” is that the only way he becomes a “strong man” is by taking away agency from everyone else and gathering all the power to himself and maybe his buddies. When Jesus instead focuses on healing the sick, feeding the hungry, and caring for widows John feels like he has been hoodwinked.

John has not gotten the Messiah he wanted or expected. And yet, here is his cousin, Jesus, and he is NOT some warrior king. He is not about restoring the former glory of Israel by having it rise to new military or political or economic power.

What Jesus IS about is moving among those who have been outcast. This God, we see, emphasizes mercy over retribution, in contrast to the God that many people today still seem to expect—a God of retribution and smiting, a sender of earthquakes and famines to punish millions. This God assures us that we are enough—good enough and strong enough to do an amazing thing: change the world by living as disciples and followers of Jesus.

Jesus reminds us that his ministry will surprise us. And since we are called to follow in his path, it will also lead us in ways we did not expect. It will heal us in ways we may not even think we deserve—but that’s the forces of evil whispering in our ear. “Blessed is anyone who takes no offense at me” Jesus says. Blessed are those who embrace and follow Jesus for who Jesus is, radical enough for the best of us, instead of trying to make Jesus fit their preconceived notions of who Messiah will be.

We too live in a culture of scarcity, a culture that celebrates the lowest common denominator, a culture that is suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder with war, climate challenges, and the inability to treat those with whom we disagree not as kindred but as enemies. We are ruled by fear of not being good enough.

We have been convinced that there is not enough, even as this planet just recently welcomed its 8 billionth inhabitant. Take a step back and look at what a scarcity mentality does to us. It has been scientifically proven that living in the fear of scarcity causes us to be unable to care about the future—we cast away planning for tomorrow, even when the investment is small and the reward great when we are in the grip of a scarcity mindset. Scarcity actually bathes our minds in failure, weakening us and immobilizing us, robbing us of any feeling of agency. Scarcity whispers “there’s nothing you can do,” and makes sure that you are robbed of the will to change. Scarcity robs us of having great expectations of ourselves and our power to make a difference.
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There is also a scarcity of decency, compassion, and humanity running about among us. We are surrounded by forces of division who gain power by mocking, spitting upon, and demonizing those who are different. We are plunged into feelings of helplessness that leads us to disengage, to believe we have no power to change obvious wrongs, to believe that our voice does not matter. We are told that we are never enough, and that there isn’t enough to go around—and we are often told that by the very people who have hoarded more than they will ever need or be able to use—and they use their excess to keep the rest of us scampering after crumbs and attacking each other.(2)

That was very much the same world Jesus and Mary and John lived in, too. Jesus’s religious opponents controlled people by shame, and the Romans controlled people by brutality and contempt—three byproducts of the scarcity mindset. Yet if you look at how Jesus and Mary define how to conquer the scarcity mindset, they do not propose exchanging one oppressor for another. They describe a vision like Isaiah describes: one in which beauty grows where there was desolation, where there is no longer one group lording it over another, but instead, where all have ENOUGH. And the way we do that is to turn from competing with each other and seeing each other as competitors in a death match of scarcity, and instead see each other as resources.

What if we reset our expectations to quiet the screaming monkey mind drumming between our ears, and instead opened our eyes to see that there is enough? Enough and more to spare! What if we invested in each other—in fulfillment of our baptismal promise to celebrate and give thanks for the potential and worth of every person? We don’t need big flashy miracles. Joining together and making sure each other had enough would be an abundant miracle, in and of itself. And that’s the kind of transformative ministry Jesus practiced among those he encountered. It’s what we are called to do as disciples.

“God is at work in the world, healing the broken paces and inviting us to see it. Live with joy!” both Mary and Jesus urge us. Open your eyes to see the wonders of God all around you, the gifts from God poured abundantly into your life with every breath that you take! The way of faith is the way of joy and gratitude, a life we can only receive once we cast away the soul-killing “certainty” that there will never be enough. It is that certainty that keeps the world at each others’ throats— rather than living by the kingdom values this season of preparation calls us to embrace for our flourishing. It’s there already. Jesus and Mary invite us to embrace abundance, to embrace faithful living, to embrace joy.

This coming week, I invite you to dedicate some time each morning and each evening specifically cultivating a spirit of joy, a spirit of expectation, a spirit of gratitude. I invite you to live in AWE: abundance, wonder, and empowerment. That’s how to live into the joy of great expectations, of gratitude for not only what we have but what we can build with each other.

Preached at the 505 on December 10 and the 10:30 am Holy Eucharist on December 11 at St. Martin's Episcopal Church, Ellisville, MO.

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(1) See this article from the American Psychological Associationhttps://www.apa.org/monitor/2014/02/scarcity
(2) See Brene Brown, Daring Greatly: How the Courage to Be Vulnerable Transforms the Way We Live, Love, Parent, and Lead, 27-29 (kindle edition).