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Sunday, March 17, 2019

Spiritual Leadership

Lent II - March 17, 2019
Christ Episcopal Church, Milford, DE.

A few weeks ago, it was my privilege to lead a Vestry Retreat on Spiritual Leadership. The rector, a former seminarian of mine, and the Sr. Warden, a very dear friend, had sensed that there was a real spiritual hunger among the leadership – the members of the Vestry and the chairs of the various committees. 

They asked for a retreat designed to help leaders find their own sense of spirituality about the work they were elected, or chosen, to do in the church. 
The first thing we did together was to examine the word Spiritual and the word Leadership. When I say “Spiritual” what words come to your mind? (Prayer Peaceful. Contemplative. Good listener) Now, let’s do the same with the word “Leadership”. (Organized. Decisive. Charismatic. Motivates.)

Notice the differences? “Spiritual leadership” sounds a bit like an oxymoron, right? Like, “Jumbo Shrimp”. It’s a pretty tall order to be both “contemplative” and “decisive,” or, “peaceful” and “organized”. (Although, I’m usually very peaceful after I get organized.) 

Yes, there were areas of overlap and those places are exactly what defines good spiritual leadership. A person who is a good listener is much better able to make good decisions. 
There’s that sort of tension between “pastoral” and “prophetic”.  Many of us are clear that we like our spiritual leaders to be pastoral but we’re not so certain about the “prophetic” part. 

That’s mostly because we’re not really sure what it means to be “prophetic” but if it’s anything like “evangelism” we’re not sure we want that, either. 
Besides, when the word “prophetic” is used, the word “justice” is often hovering close by and “justice” usually means “politics” and politics in church often means trouble. 
“For heaven’s sake,” someone will exclaim, “don’t bring politics into the pulpit. It’s a sure way to empty out a church.”
Well, hold onto your coat check because Jesus is being prophetic this morning. Check it out. 
Some of the Pharisees came to Jesus and said, “Hey, you better get out of here. The word is out that Herod wants you dead.” 

Well, maybe Herod did or maybe Herod didn’t. Maybe the Pharisees said that to get Jesus out of their way because he had, after all, just healed a woman who had been crippled for 18 years – and he healed her on the Sabbath, which was against Levitical law.
Jesus has absolutely no intention of leaving or stopping his work. “Go and tell that old fox,” says Jesus, and we all know what foxes do, don’t we? 

Even if we’ve never seen a fox or a hen house, we know from children’s stories that foxes sneak into the hen house and kill the chickens.  Jesus makes a clever allusion to this when he describes himself as wanting to “gather your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings”.
But, he’s not going anywhere or changing anything because the Pharisees – or the government – want him to stop. 

He’s being prophetic because he’s being pastoral – he wants to care for his people and that means taking a defiant stand against the government. 

He’s being a leader because of his spirituality which moves him to compassion to heal, even on the Sabbath.
I heard a story this week that reminded me of this scripture. It’s the story  - the true story - of WWII.

It’s the story about the country of Bulgaria, which was one of the countries to form an alliance with Nazi Germany.

In 1941, the German government forced anti-Semitic legislation on Bulgaria but the people refused to enforce it. 

In 1943, the German government told the country of Bulgaria to deport all non-Bulgarian Jews to the concentration camp at Treblinka but some high Bulgarian government officials stopped the process from happening.

Finally, the German government demanded at all Jews – ALL Jews – in all of Bulgaria be rounded up and sent to the train station to be deported. 

And, it happened that this time, Bulgaria obeyed.

All over the entire country of Bulgaria, from east to west and north to south, every man, woman and child of Jewish origin was rounded up and marched to the train station where they awaited to be boarded onto a train and deported.

Except, a Bulgarian man from the military, and one from the legislature, and one religious leader who lined themselves up in front of the thousands of Jews who stood at the train station. 

And, they said to the Germans, “You can take the Jews. But, you must kill us first.”

Hear their words again and let them sink in: "You can take the Jews. But, you must kill us first."

And, they wouldn’t move.

They stared each other down, these three men: the military man, the lawyer and the religious leader and the German soldiers. 

And then, they walked through the German soldiers and escorted them out of their country.

And, every year, on the anniversary of this event, the people in the town gather to celebrate what they call, “The Ceremony of the Ungiven.” They say prayers and light candles and sing songs and they remember the three men who put their lives on the line to save the lives of thousands of others.

What would you do? If tomorrow, we received an order to round up all those who were not born in this country and told we had to deport them back to the country of their origin, what would you do? 

If, after that, we were told we had to round up all the Jews and Muslims, everyone who wasn’t baptized Christian, and deport them? What would you do? Would it matter if they were strangers? What if your daughter married a Jew? What if your grandson hadn’t been baptized? 
Would you stand in front of all those people on that train platform? Would you look the soldiers in the eye and say, “You can take them. You can deport them. But, you’re going to have to kill me first?”

I’d like to think that I would do just that. Then again, I remember the times when I saw small acts of ignorance or bigotry and I kept my mouth shut. I remember times when I said nothing because I didn’t want to be seen as ‘political’. I didn't want to cause (gasp!) controversy.

If I can’t trust myself with the little things, can I really trust myself to do the right thing when major things happen?

I remember Bishop Spong saying, “The church will die of boredom long before it dies of controversy.”

Would you be a Spiritual Leader? Would you put what you believe into action, even if it meant risk? That a part of you would have to die that someone might live? 

Would you consider whether your actions were prophetic or pastoral or would you simply do what needed to be done? Would you be concerned about being too political – or, political at all?

The spiritual hunger in our lives is real. It makes us afraid and anxious. We live out of a sense of scarcity in the midst of abundance. We eat the fast-food “Bread of Anxiety” which never satisfies.   

Some of us have been starving for so long we’re numb to the hunger. Or, we think it's normal.

We live in an age of pandemic anxiety and loneliness which, to me at least, suggests a scarcity of people willing to take the risk of giving themselves. 

But, the thing of it is that this – THIS – is the prophetic task of the church.

Author and theologian Walter Brueggemann writes, 
“The prophetic tasks of the church are: to tell the truth in a society that lives in illusion, grieve in a society that practices denial and express hope in a society that lives in despair.”
Let me break that down: To create a safe space where the truth can be told, where grief can be expressed, where hope – which Dickenson wrote is a thing with feathers – can live and thrive and float on the very air we breathe.

If the church is not willing to take the risk of doing these things, who will?

This Lenten Season, I urge you to consider a spiritual discipline that will help us – as individuals and as a Church – to answer that question. Instead of “giving up” something for Lent, why not consider “giving away” something for Lent? Got two (or three or four) coats? Why not give one away?

Got stored up resentment or anger or anxiety? Why not give it away in reading or meditation, exercise or prayer? 

Pay attention to your body. It’s one of the ways you’ll gain awareness about what it going on in your soul.

Do you feel tension anywhere? Work on releasing it. If you feel you fists clench, try relaxing and opening them. If your fist is clenched tightly, it’s probably a good indication that your heart is tightly closed as well.

Make it a practice to say hello to someone who looks different from you. Look that person right in the eye and say, “Good morning.” Say it like you mean it. Practice random acts of kindness with unsuspecting family members. You’ll be amazed at the response.

Yes, Lent is a time for repentance and inward contemplation but it’s not a time to retreat from the world around you.  

No matter where we hide, what our personal preference for peace, solitude, even isolation might be, the true needs of the world seek us out, in time – perhaps not as dramatic as the people of Bulgaria experienced, or as life-threatening as Jesus knew it – but we all confront moments when the world reaches out and compels us to be what God calls us to be: light to the world, which finds and filling its darkest corners not with words, but with the living presence of God in each and every one of us.  

My prayer is that we as individual and together as Christ Church, might find the spiritual nourishment in this Lenten Season to grow into what our baptismal prayer calls “the full stature of Christ,” that all who see and know us will be able to say, “Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord”.


Sunday, March 10, 2019

The Great Temptation of Being Human

March 10, 2019 - Christ Church, Milford

This is a sermon about Temptation.

That probably will not come as a surprise to you, given the Gospel story we just heard. Jesus is tempted in the wilderness.  But, at least at first, it’s not going to sound like a sermon on temptation.

I want to start by telling you a story of a woman I saw many years ago during a session of Lenten private confession. I’ll call her Cheryl. That’s not her name but I’ll never forget her. 

She sat straight up in the chair, very proper and formal and, with an almost eerie calm said, “I came to see you because two days ago, my husband got angry with me and pushed me and I fell down the stairs. And, I want to know, do I have a right to have feelings about that?”

I was, of course, as stunned as you are. I asked her a few more questions and discovered that, when she was a child her mother gave her very conflicting information about emotions and life. 

When she would say, “Mom, I’m hungry,” her mother would respond, “No you’re not. You’re just sleepy. Why don’t you take a nap?”

If she was feeling sad about something that happened in school or with her friends, her mother would say, “A smile is an umbrella on a rainy, rainy day.” 

And, if she cried, of course it was not allowed. She heard, “Big girls don’t cry.”

The result was that Cheryl grew up not knowing her true emotions about anything and, in not knowing her emotions, she didn’t know much about herself. 

Because she didn’t know much about herself, she had no confidence and therefore, no ability to make good choices for herself, including the man she married who was frustrated beyond reason being married to a woman who was incapable of making decisions and didn’t know who she was – except to be whatever other people wanted her to be. (Note: This in no way condones his violence.)

This is a sermon about Temptation.

I know you’re asking yourself, what is the temptation here? This is just a very sad story about a very sad woman.

Stay with me, now, as we look at the Three Temptations of Jesus in the wilderness and then look at The Great Temptation of Being Human.

Scholars have debated for centuries the meaning of the Temptation of Jesus. There are parallels to the Israelites’ time in the desert (40 years vs. 40 days. Forty, in Biblical numerology, is another way of saying “a long time”.

Moses fasted for 40 days before receiving the 10 commandments. Elijah fasted for 40 days before speaking with God. Fasting also occurs in the Hebrew Scriptures during times of grieving and repentance, all for purification and preparation. The temptation of Jesus has threads of all of these things.

It’s important to remember that Jesus has just been baptized, an act which affirmed his divinity. The fact that he is tempted is also an affirmation of his full humanity.

And, here’s the point: To be tempted is to be human.

Temptation is the desire to do something, and the connotation of that desire is that the object of that desire is something wrong or unwise. 

 Yet all three of the things Jesus’ is tempted with have ends with great potential good — creating food to dispel hunger, gaining power, and proving the power of God. 

From individuals to nations, we often make decisions that allow for evil (or even less-than-good) actions for what we believe is a greater eventual good. 

Some call this “the end justifying the means” but it’s often much more subtle than that.

These temptations echo the ones faced by Eve in the Garden of Eden: it’s the apple instead of the bread; it’s the knowledge she would gain would provide an avenue of power, and it’s that she hoped to prove the power of God by using the gift of the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge.

I submit to you that the reason things ended differently for Eve in the Garden and Jesus in the Wilderness has to do with the Greatest Temptation faced by human beings; which takes us back to the story I told of the woman who didn’t know her emotions and didn’t know herself.

Jesus is very clear about his identity. He knows who he is. He knows why he is here on earth. Because of that clarity he is able to resist the temptation to use the gifts of food and his power as well as the power of God just to please and appease the Force of Evil.

In the Three Temptations of Jesus in the Wilderness we see The Great Temptation of Being Human – which is this:  
The Great Temptation of Being Human is the temptation to deny our authentic selves and, instead, become what others expect of us, or think is best for us.
I have met so many people in my years as a priest whose lives are a misery because they were not being authentic and true to themselves. In the process of trying so hard to please others, they lost themselves.

Presiding Bishop Michael Curry has a wonderful story about this very thing. It’s a lot more fun than the sad story of the woman with which I started this sermon. But, it’s a wonderful story of the temptation not to embrace the unique gifts God has given us.

Bishop Michael’s story is about his first few months as rector of the church to which he had been called in the Midwest.

The church and rectory were built in a former cornfield. So, of course, the first winter in the rectory they were inundated with field mice which came in from the cold to find warmth and food in the rectory pantry.

Bishop Michael and his wife tried everything except poison. They used traps and, of course, prayer, but nothing seemed to work. The field mice seemed to outsmart them at every turn. Finally, a member of the congregation told them about a friend of hers who had a farm cat.

A farm cat!?! Bishop Michael’s wife was opened to the idea but he was most definitely not. He figured he had enough animals he didn’t plan for with the field mice. Besides which, this farm cat had apparently be the runt of the litter and had been picked on by its older siblings.

The catfights were so bad that the cat had not gotten to eat much and so was scrawny and skinny. He had lost an eye and patches of fur on his body and he was, understandably, very timid and shy.

Bishop Michael said that it was the poorest excuse for a cat he had ever seen. To make matters worse, the cat had the most un-cat like name he had ever heard:

Muffin. He called him "Muffin the Ugly Cat".
He could not imagine that Muffin the Ugly Cat would have what it would take to hunt and kill mice but he felt bad for the poor thing and grudgingly allowed him in.

His children fell immediately in love. They patted her and played with him and his cat toys for endless hours. Muffin slowly began to settle in and know that he was loved. He even gained weight and purred loudly when h “family” came home from school or work.

A few weeks after Muffin had come to stay, one night, in the middle of the night, Bishop Michael heard some noise in the kitchen. He decided he needed a glass of water and it wouldn’t be a bad thing to check and see what the field mice were up to.

As he came around the corner into the kitchen, he stopped dead in his tracks. There, in the moonlight that flooded the kitchen, he saw an amazing sight. 

It was Muffin, but it didn’t look anything like Muffin. He looked more like a Ninja warrior. There he was, back arched, muscles rippling, mouth twitching, eyes fixed on a field mouse on which he was prepared to pounce.

And, just like that, Muffin the poor, pathetic, ugly house cat became Muffin, Field Mouse Hunter and Killer Extraordinaire.

After a time of love and food and fun, he found out who he really was and, with that, he found that he could be what he was created to do; to use the skills and gifts God had given him to be who he is.

And, for months, every morning when the family came down to breakfast, there was Muffin, sitting in the midst of the battle field, purring loudly, surrounded by the dead bodies of field mice

This is a sermon about Temptation.

In the Three Temptations of Jesus in the Wilderness we see The Great Temptation of Being Human – which is the temptation to deny our authentic selves and, instead, become what others expect of us, or think is best for us.

We are all temped to deny who we are by the usual seductions, to use that which is good for that which is not: to emotionally feed and tend to others at the cost of starving ourselves, to bow to the power of others without empowering ourselves, and to do that which is pleasing to others without considering first if it pleases God.

As we enter the Season of Lent, I urge you to take this time to more thoroughly examine your own life. Here are some questions to take with you on this First Sunday in Lent, as we consider the Temptations of Jesus in the wilderness:

What are your desires? How do you use them for good? How do you deny them?

What if - what if - the deepest desires of our hearts were what God most deeply desires for us?

What have you not done that you feel drawn to do and feel frustrated or annoyed or ashamed or unworthy because you haven’t accomplished it?

Are you living your life or the life someone else determined for you?

What is God calling you to do?

What is God calling you to be?

In Paolo Coelho’s well-known book, The Alchemist, the character Melchizedek says to Santiago, the young Andalusian shepherd boy, 

“When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you achieve it.”
What would you do if you knew before you started that at the end of your journey, you would get exactly what you wanted? Would you be more willing to make the sacrifices necessary?

What would you do if you began the journey and suddenly, the end wasn’t as important as simply being on the journey? Would you continue?

In the introduction of The Alchemist, Coelho writes:
“If you believe yourself worthy of the thing you fought so hard to get, then you become an instrument of God, you help the Soul of the World, and you understand why you are here.”
I welcome you to a Holy Lent. May it be that, when we come to the end of this Lenten Journey, we are changed and transformed and will be more of what God is calling us to be, both as individuals as well as the Body of Christ known as Christ Church.


3/10/19 EMK+

Wednesday, March 06, 2019

Ash Wednesday: Snap Out of It!

A Sermon for Ash Wednesday – Christ Church, Milford

I have two very clear but very different images for Ash Wednesday.

The first is a scene from the movie Moonstruck. Do you remember the movie? With Cher? Olympia Dukakis? Nicholas Cage? 

Remember the wonderfully crazy Italian family? Cosmo and Rose Castorini and their daughter Loretta? And, Loretta had a fiancé named Johnny Cammereri but the man she really loved was his brother, Ronnie Cammereri?

How could it not be a great movie with names like that?

My favorite scene – okay, I have several of them. Like, the one where the old man got the dogs to howl at La Bella Luna.

Or, the one where Rose is talking to her daughter Loretta who returns after spending the night with Ronnie Cammereri, but Johnny Cammereri has returned home from Sicily where his mother has had a miraculous recovery. Rose says to Loretta:  “You got a love bite on your neck, Loretta! What's the matter with you? You're life's goin' down the toilet!”

Oh, and there’s Ronnie Cammereri’s philosophy of life: “Stars are perfect. Not us. We are here to ruin ourselves and to fall in love and to break our hearts.” 

To which Loretta responds by slapping his face and saying, “Snap out of it.

Okay, so the scene that reminds me most of Ash Wednesday is the one where Rose confronts her husband, Cosmo, because she knows he’s having an affair with his secretary. Cosmo is talking with Johnny Cammereri, Loretta’s fiancé but Loretta is out on a date at the Metropolitan Opera with his brother Ronnie. 

Rose interrupts the conversation. “Cosmo,” she says, “I just want you to know, no matter what you do, you’re gonna die, just like everybody else."

Cosmo looks at her and you can tell he’s thinking to himself, ‘THIS is why I’m having an affair!’ and he says, “Thank you, Rose.”  

 And she says, “You’re welcome.”

Everyone is going to die. That’s the message of Ash Wednesday, isn’t it? 

We’re to focus on the fragility and frailty of our mortality. “Dust to dust, ashes to ashes.”

That’s what I say, that’s what you hear, over and over again. It’s the message of Ash Wednesday, isn’t it? Well, it is, yes. But it’s just one part of it.

The other part of the message is one that doesn’t get much emphasis on this day in many churches. That’s because it takes a child to help us understand. 

That’s where the second image I have of Ash Wednesday comes in.

It was about 10 years ago on a Shrove Tuesday night. The last pancakes had been eaten, the last dead pancake relay race had been run and while the dishes were being washed, I gathered the kids on the concrete steps of the church.

I had set up a stand on the concrete walkway with a large wok in which the kids had placed the palms they and their parents had brought in which they had saved from last Palm Sunday.

The palms were in a lazy circle in the wok but the kids were in an excited, tight line of anticipation, sitting on the steps, waiting for me to set fire to the palms which would burned and the ashes cooled and then ground into the ashes with which I would mark their foreheads the next day.

With the kids a safe distance away, they started the countdown as I lit the match and threw it on the dried palms. 

WOOSH! The dried palms went up in a quick column of flame and then WOOSH! Just as quickly died down in a low flame until there was just a smolder of hot ash with sparks where there was some residue palm oil.

The sparks made an interesting circular sparkle among the ashes, which sparked “Oooh’s and Ahhhh’s from the peanut gallery. 

One little girl, Chloe – a precocious child of five or six – gasped so loudly that every one of the other kids hushed.

“Look!” she said, “Look! Reverend Elizabeth, LOOK! There are stars in our ashes.”

And, indeed, the little sparks of palm oil twinkled in the ashes just like stars in the night sky. “I knew it,” said Chloe. “I knew it, Reverend Elizabeth. You say, ‘Dust to dust, ashes to ashes’. I knew it.”

She sat up very straight and announced, “We are star dust and we go back to star dust.”

I think both Rose and Chloe carry the real message of Ash Wednesday.

Yes, we are going to die, just like everybody else. Our mortality is fragile. Limited. We only have so much time on this earth and we don’t know how much time that is, exactly.

And, we all contain a spark of the Divine. We are marked in baptism as Christ’s own forever. Our lives are interconnected conundrums and all wrapped up in a mystery much larger than ourselves. We hurt the ones we love. We are hurt most by the ones we love.

Or, as Ronnie Cammereri says, “Stars are perfect. Not us. We are here to ruin ourselves and to fall in love and to break our hearts."

And, Ash Wednesday smacks us hard across the face and says, “Snap out of it.”

When you come to the altar to receive the imposition of ashes on your forehead, I ask you to keep those two things in mind.

Yes, we are mortal. We are not going to live forever. That’s one part of the cross.

And yes, our lives are a mystery. We are part of a Great Mystery much larger than ourselves. Because of Jesus, we are promised Life Eternal. 

And that is the other part of the cross.

And, in the middle of the cross of the ashes of our mortality and the stardust of the mystery is the reality of our lives which, on this day, this day we call Ash Wednesday, we choose to live in faith and in the shadow of the cross.     



Sunday, February 24, 2019

The Broken Truth

Epiphany VII - February 24, 2019
St. Phillip's Church, Laurel, DE

I have to admit, all of the lessons for today make me uncomfortable but especially the story from Genesis of Joseph and his brothers. And, yes, the Gospel of the teachings of Jesus from the disciple, Luke, too.

Do you know the story of Joseph? Not his namesake, Joseph, the husband of Mary and the earthly father of Jesus. You may vaguely remember “Joseph and his coat of many colors” from an old Sunday School lesson. 

You may have even heard of the Broadway musical, “Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dream Coat.” And, maybe you caught the reference in Dolly Parton’s song, “The Coat of Many Colors (That my mamma made for me).”

But, do you know the story of Joseph? In this morning’s lesson we hear the part of the story of Joseph’s emotional reunion with his brothers. Joseph appears to have come to a place of peace about their profound betrayal. But, let me briefly catch you up to speed on the whole story.

The brothers were envious of Joseph because he had the gift of dreams, and although he was the 11th of his father, Jacob’s sons, he was the firstborn of Rachel and his father’s favorite. This favoritism was represented in the beautiful coat of many colors that was a gift from his father.

In their jealousy, the brothers intended to kill Joseph but decided instead to leave him for dead in a deep pit. 

He was then sold into slavery, and when his brothers couldn’t find him where they left him, they faked his death. Joseph went from slavery to relative privilege, then to prison after being falsely accused of rape. 

He languished there for years until he was remembered when the pharaoh needed help interpreting a dream. Joseph then enjoyed prominence as the second most powerful man in Egypt. Now, when he is confronted by his family’s desperation, he interprets this as divine providence. 

Joseph reunites with his father and full-blood brother, saves them all from starvation, and brings them to Goshen to live in security.

And, you thought YOUR family was mixed up!

Jesus seems to be recalling his father’s ancestor’s story as he sets a seemingly impossible bar for us to live by.  
But love your enemies, do good, and lend, expecting nothing in return, he says, “Your reward will be great, and you will be children of the Most High; for he is kind to the ungrateful and the wicked. Be merciful, just as your Father is merciful. “Do not judge, and you will not be judged; do not condemn, and you will not be condemned. Forgive, and you will be forgiven; give, and it will be given to you.”
I won’t ask you to raise your hands but I am going to ask the question: How many of you are sitting in this church right now and thinking to yourselves, “Well, he’s not talking to me. He was talking to his disciples, using Joseph as an example.” 

Or, maybe you’re thinking, “Oh.My.God! I could never live up to that standard.” 

Or, maybe you’re even thinking, “Man, I have really got to work on forgiving so-and-so.” 

Or, perhaps you may be thinking, “I really regret what I did to so-and-do. How can they ever find forgiveness for what I did? How can I forgive myself for what I did?”

I hope you have listened to these words of Jesus and this reflection of mine and are starting to feel just a bit uncomfortable, too. 

Here’s why these texts cause me so much discomfort: Christians have often encouraged people to be silent about their pain, using the Bible as our justification. 

I can tell you lots of stories – true stories – of how these texts have been employed to silence the victimized so that others are not discomfited or inconvenienced by their difficult stories. 

And, isn't that just what the church has done with the children - and women - who have been abused by clergy.

Or, some of us use these texts as window dressing to cover up our pain but let people think we’ve got it all together. One woman once said to me, “You know, I’d love to go to your church but, well, I’m just not like them.” 

When I asked her what she meant she said, “Well, everyone always looks so happy. They have perfect lives and perfect jobs and perfect families and they’re always smiling and I’m just so far from all of that I don’t even know how to relate. I just wouldn’t fit in.”

I haven’t had the chance to speak with any of you about the stories of your lives, but I know one thing for a fact: You’ve got stories. Lots of stories. Stories of hurt and betrayal. Stories of pain and tears and loss. 

And, I know for a fact that while some have reached a resolve and found a place of peace, others of you have not. But, while you have found the strength to move on, you are still carrying around the pain of all of that. I know this because underneath this fairly healthy neurotic exterior beats the heart of a woman who has her own stories, too.

That’s not the question. The question is this: What ever are we to do about this teaching of Jesus? How are we ever going to reach the seemingly impossible standards he has set?

I think before we can get to the ‘how’ we need to look at the ‘why’. Why do we do these things to hurt others? Why should we suffer the things others did to us in silence? Why should we forgive? Why would others forgive me if I can’t forgive myself?

There’s a wonderful children’s story called “Old Turtle and the Broken Truth” by Douglas Wood, illustrated in gorgeous watercolor by Jon J. Muth. Like so many children’s stories, I think it contains the wisdom we need to find the strength to live into the teachings of Jesus.

It begins, 
“Once, in a beautiful, faraway land… that was somehow not so very far, a land where every stone was a teacher and ever breeze a language, where every lake was a mirror and every tree a ladder to the stars, into this far and lovely land there fell . . . a truth. It streaked down from the stars, trailing a tail as long as the sky. But, as it fell, it broke. One of the pieces blazed off through the night sky, and the other fell to earth in the beautiful land.”
The story continues that the various animals of the beautiful land noticed the fallen piece. Crow thought it a beautiful shiny truth but something didn’t feel right. He thought something was missing.
Fox, Coyote, Raccoon, each picked up the shiny object and noticed its truth but they found that it had rough edges. “We do not need this broken truth,” they said, “We will find a whole one.”
Butterfly and Bear also discovered the truth, draws by its sweetness, but each found it bitter tasting after all. “There is something missing in this truth,” they thought and left it alone. 
Then, a human being found it. He had been listening to the breezes and enjoying the beauty all around him and he found the Broken Truth. On it was this writing: 
“You Are Loved.”
The man held it carefully, thinking it was the loveliest thing he had ever seen. He tucked the Broken Truth into a safe place and kept it. Sometimes he would take it out and admire it. And the truth sparkled just for him, and whispered its message to him alone. And, the man thought he had never felt so proud and so happy.
The story goes on, as children’s stories are wont to do. The man finally brings the Broken Truth to his people – those who look like him and sound like him and dress like him – and everyone is happy. For a long time, everyone is happy. 

Soon, others come to their land – people who do not look like them or sound like them or dress like them but they want the truth that they have because they want to be happy like them. And fights break out and wars begin and there is destruction and death, all because everyone wanted to possess this Broken Truth.

Until one day…. A Little Girl came to find Old Turtle. 
“She had traveled very far, and crossed the Mountains of Imagining and the River of Wondering Why and had found her way through the Forest of Finding Out.” Finally she arrived at the Center of the World where she saw so much beauty she could hardly speak. It was there that she found Old Turtle.

She said to Old Turtle, “Where I live, the earth is sore and people are suffering. Battles are fought, over and over again. People say it has always been this way and it will never change. Can it change, Old Turtle? Can we make it change?”

That’s when Old Turtle told her the story of the Broken Truth. “It is because it is so close to a great, whole truth that it has such beauty, and people love it so,” said Old Turtle. “It is the lost portion of that Broken Truth that the people need, if the world is to be whole again.”

The people only had one part of the truth and that truth is this:
“You are loved.”
But, the other part of the truth, the part that makes it whole is this:
“And so are they.”  
Old Turtle tells the Little Girl: 
“Remember this, Little One. The Broken Truth, and life itself, will be mended only when one person meets another – someone from a different place or with a different face or different ways – and sees and hears…. Herself. Only then will the people know that every person, every human being, is important, and that the world was made for each of us.”
Until we understand the Whole Truth – that we are all made of the same dust as Adam, and in the image of God and that we are all loved by God – until we understand that Whole Truth we will keep on hurting one another. When we understand the Whole Truth we will look at The Other and see ourselves – someone with the potential to do great harm and someone with the potential to do great good. It is an ancient truth that we hate most in others what we fear most in ourselves.

You know, in Inda, people greet each other with a bow. They are bowing to the spark of divinity that is in each other. How different would the world be if we bowed to each other when we met? If we acknowledged the divinity - the goodness, the potential to do great good - in each other?

We might just have a shot at changing the world for the better. 
“We are loved. And so are they.” 
If we understand that truth, we might have a glimpse of understanding the truth of the teaching of Jesus: “Do not judge, and you will not be judged; do not condemn, and you will not be condemned. Forgive, and you will be forgiven; give, and it will be given to you.”

That doesn’t make it easy. The truth rarely is.  But you can begin to find it after you cross the Mountains of Imagining and the River of Wondering Why, and make your way through the Forest of Finding Out. 

There, you might listen to the stones, which have something to teach, and to every breeze, which has a language to speak, and where every lake is a mirror and every tree a ladder to the stars. There, you might connect with the enormous beauty of the world and the mystery and wisdom that is at the center of life. 

There, into your midst, an ancient stone of truth may fall and your brokenness will be healed by the wholeness of the truth which Joseph learned and Paul began to understand and Jesus came to teach:
“We are loved. And so are they.”    


Tuesday, February 19, 2019

Incarnational Defiance

Spouses at Lambeth 2008
Just so I'm clear at the outset before I get myself tangled up in the weeds and in case you've been out of the Episcopal/Anglican news cycle: The invitations for Lambeth 2020 have been sent out to all the bishops in the 77-million member world-wide Anglican Communion.

And, wonder of wonder, miracle of miracles, the one bishop who is gay and the one bishop who is lesbian, and, no doubt, the one bishop-elect who is a gay man, have all been invited to Lambeth Conference. You will remember Lambeth 2008 when the lone 'out' gay bishop, Gene Robinson, was pointedly un-invited. But, you will also remember he went anyway.

So, the black-eye at Lambeth Palace has finally faded from that, but the good bishops just can't seem to get out of their own way. They have made it clear that the spouses of those bishops are not invited.

You can "read all about it" here: Same-sex spouses not invited to next year's Lambeth Conference of bishops.

I'm trying not to go off on too much of a rant here but, Sweet Baby Jesus and all the angles that rock him to sleep! Remember just a few weeks ago when some of us, on the issue of marriage equality, declared "The strife is o'er, the battle done; the victory of life is won; the song of triumph has begun"?

And so, here we are with the Purple Princes of the Church declaring, "Okay, so we see what happened last time, and we don't want to seem inhospitable so you gay bishops can come but you have to bring your closets with you - not your spouses."

I understand from other conversations around the internet that one UMC pastor from Kenya is quoted as saying about his denominational issue over matters of sexuality,
“In Africa, we have people in polygamous marriage and others who practice female genital mutilation, but we have never advocated for such issues to be universal,” he said amid cheers of ‘Amen’ from congregants. “We don’t want the issue to be included in the church because it’s a sin. God forbids it.”
Polygamy and Marriage Equality? FGM and Marriage Equality? Talk about your basic false equivalence. 

It won't be long before we hear "the slippery slope" argument which goes something like, "What's next? Marriage to dogs?"

Shortly after that will be the "Chicken Little School of Theology" which will proclaim, "The Anglican Sky is falling."

Haven't we been enough times around this part of Mulligan's barn? 

Look, I'm as tired as the next person of this issue which ought not to be an issue at all. 
We should be outraged that last night, millions of children around the world went to bed with their tummies growling and right now, thousands of elderly in this country are trying to figure out how to pay for their medicine like insulin AND their heating bill while Big Pharma executives are drinking a $12 martini before eating a $30 lunch.

Right this very minute, the POTUS has declared a state of emergency and 16 states have filed lawsuits while our Congress grinds to a halt.

And, in all probability, there's someone out there right now working out his rage and plotting to take his guns into a school or a theater or his old work place and kill a whole bunch of people before he commits "suicide by cop". 

And, as I write this, some Black girl or boy is getting ready to walk home from school, praying not to be stopped for Walking While Black.

And, here we are, splitting hairs over what to do about the fact that two gay men who are bishops and one lesbian woman who is a bishop can't bring their 'lawfully wedded spouse' to Lambeth Conference next year?

At least, not yet. Our Presiding Bishop hasn't yet spoken on the matter. Neither has the House of Bishops or the Executive Council. 
My take? This is a decision which first needs to be made by the three spouses. If they want to show up, anyway, just the way +Gene Robinson did in 2008, then that changes the whole thing.
I'm calling it "Incarnational Defiance". Showing up anyway, even though your presence confirms that yes, these three bishops are not celibate; they are married, legally and sacramentally, just like all the other bishops who have their spouses in attendance. 
This is what +Mary Glasspool and her spouse have done. +Mary asked her spouse and now she is taking the conversation to her colleagues in the House of Bishop. 
I'm sure one of the options will be what I call The Three Musketeers approach: "all for one and one for all". If one doesn't go, all don't go. 
Entre nous: I just don't think that's going to happen.  It's just not. I've got stories from my attendance at Lambeth 1998 and Lambeth 2008. Trust me on this. The bishops are not "all for one and one for all". Why would we think their wives would be? 

Besides, we have eight (8) bishops who made Resolution B012 necessary: When a priest in their diocese wants to preside over the marriage of a same-sex couple, that priest has to appeal to his/her bishop for DEPO (Designated Episcopal Pastoral Oversight ). In other words, another bishop must be called in to assist with the pastoral needs of that clergy and that couple.  

You may remember that the Bishop of Albany has even declined the limits of B012. 

And, there are others who are none too pleased with any of it, but they stay below the radar screen, much in the same way they do with the ordination and employment of women. 

So much for "all for one and one for all".

So, buckle up, buttercups. The wailing and gnashing of teeth has begun. Some people are already threatening to leave - The Episcopal Church, Christianity, all of it. 

We're a long way from any final decision. I hope we can all keep our powder dry and let these three spouses discern what it is God is calling them to do, hoping that they have the support and love and encouragement from their spouses and enough of the other bishops and spouses to feel supported in whatever it is they decide. 

Meanwhile, I'm praying for Incarnational Defiance. 

As Jack Spong famously said, "The Church will die of boredom long before it dies of controversy". 

Meanwhile, there are mouths to feed and sick people who need access to affordable health care and  epidemics of opioid addiction and gun violence to tend to and walls to bring down (or prevent from being built) so that justice roll on like a river and righteousness like a never-falling stream.