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I have been Rector of Grace Episcopal Church in Madison, WI since 2009. I'm passionate about Jesus Christ and about connecting our faith and tradition with 21st century culture. I'm also very active in advocating for our homeless neighbors.

The colors of Advent

Some of you may have noticed that mysteriously one of the blue candles on the advent wreath at St. James became pink last week, and that it was lit on Sunday with two of the blue candles. Some controversy ensued. Before the change was made all of the clergy were consulted and were comfortable with the change. Little did we expect passions to be aroused.

Fr. Tom said in conversation this afternoon that the advent wreath was a recent liturgical innovation, so I decided to do a little research. While one must approach information on the internet with considerable caution, wikipedia above all, I did find it interesting that according to that source, the modern advent wreath became a common custom in Germany only around 1900, and then only among Protestants. It probably arrived in the US in the 1930s or so.

The color of the candles is dependent on the liturgical color of Advent. Traditionally among Roman Catholics, because Advent was seen as a penitential season, the liturgical color was purple, the same as in the season of Lent. But like Lent, which had a Sunday “off”–Laetare Sunday–when the liturgical color was rose (pink), it became the custom to use pink on the third Sunday of Advent, known as Gaudete Sunday.

As a result of the liturgical changes in the twentieth century that sought to de-emphasize Advent’s penitential nature and to distinguish it clearly from Lent, blue became a popular liturgical color, especially among Protestants. Anglicans could appeal to the Medieval traditions of Salisbury (the “Sarum” rite) which used blue during Advent. In most Episcopal churches, whatever the color of the other candles on the wreath, there is one pink or rose candle, which is usually lit on the third Sunday (though according to some traditions on the fourth).

I suppose that the most “liturgically correct” thing to do would be to get a set of vestments to match the pink candle. But remember, the color of the candles doesn’t matter a great deal; what does matter is what the season of Advent is about, to help us prepare for the coming of Christ.

Meanwhile, back at the Communion …

Perhaps you have been following news reports concerning recent activities among Episcopalians in the US. The diocese of San Joaquin (parts of Southern California) has voted to leave the Episcopal Church and join up with the Province of the Southern Cone (parts of South America). More bishops have been consecrated by the Nigerian Church for work in the US. Yesterday (December 14), the Archbishop of Canterbury released an Advent letter to the Primates concerning events since the US House of Bishops meeting in New Orleans.

Like all of the Archbishop’s writing, it is densely written and at times difficult to interpret. But it does seem clear that he continues to criticize both sides. He is especially harsh on those who have intervened in the US and elsewhere by consecrating bishops and incorporating American parishes and now dioceses, “The challenge is not best addressed by a series of ad-hoc arrangements with individual provinces elsewhere…this is not doing anything to advance or assist local solutions that will have some theological and canonical solidity.”

Concretely, he says that he will not disinvite anyone from Lambeth; he will not invite either Bishop Robinson of New Hampshire, or any of those bishops who have been consecrated by African primates for work in the US. He proposes continued conversation, bringing leaders of the American church and their opponents together with professional facilitators to seek common ground, and another group of primates to craft proposals for Lambeth 2008.

There is much more here to think about. Part of the problem of this whole controversy is that the internet seduces us to respond quickly, before thinking carefully about what has been said, and what it means. Theological reflection is hard and painstaking work and it is best done in conversation with others. For example, I am uncomfortable about some of what the Archbishop says concerning bishops in the letter. There are significant ecclesiological issues raised in the letter and they require careful analysis. If you are interested in following the discussions about this letter, I refer you to several sites:

Thinking Anglicans This is a site from the UK.

Episcopal Cafe A wonderful blog that includes items on spirituality and commentary as well as discussion of news

Episcope From the national church office, provides links to all things Anglican in the news, all over the world.

Christ the King

In my sermon today, I mentioned the mosaics in San Vitale in Ravenna. Here is a rather poor reproduction of the apse mosaic depicting Christ in Majesty:

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Here is Justinian and his attendants:

byzantinesanvitalejustinian.jpg And here is Theodora and her attendants:

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It’s barely detectable in this image, but on the hem of her gown is a depiction of the magi presenting their gifts to the Christ Child.

A homily preached on the Eve of Thanksgiving, 2007

Yesterday afternoon, Corrie and I went on one of our occasional foraging expeditions. Many of you know that Corrie is a gourmet cook. What you may not know is that she is deeply involved in efforts at sustainability—the ideal of producing food for our tables in ways that are environmentally sound. This year we ordered a turkey from Broken Wing farm down near Ware Place. Bill, the farmer, raises heritage turkeys—turkeys your grandparents might have eaten, as well as traditional breeds of chickens and hogs. We chatted briefly after we bought the turkey. Our conversation, as conversations with farmers always do, quickly moved to the weather, the ongoing drought and the scorching high heat last summer. He lost 20% of his turkey flock to the high temperatures this summer.

We stopped at another farm yesterday, at Happy Cow Dairy. As we drove up, in the pasture next to the lane were several calves still wobbly on their feet. Two had been born that afternoon and we watched a few minutes as another cow started to give birth. Now, neither Corrie or I grew up on farms, but we were surrounded by them throughout our childhood. The rhythms of the agricultural seasons shaped our lives. Most of the members of my church when I was growing up were either farmers or worked in some related business. We always knew when the agricultural economy was going well or badly and we always knew how the weather was affecting crops and livelihoods.

As you know, we are in the midst of a severe drought here in the southeast, but for most of us, the fact that we are nearly 2 feet under our average annual rainfall has had no effect on us. We may have heard the news reports that Atlanta’s water supply may dry up completely by New Years’ Eve, but we’ve got plenty of water. We aren’t worried about our taps running dry and we certainly aren’t concerned that our food supply might begin to falter because of the drought.

In agricultural societies, of course, such things do matter. In most traditional agricultural societies, a poor crop means not just money troubles, but a good chance that one might go hungry. Tonight’s reading from Deuteronomy comes from just such a society. The Book of Deuteronomy purports to be the final speeches of Moses before his death and before the Hebrew people enter the promised land. In fact, it’s pretty obvious that it dates from several centuries later than that, during the monarchy and reflects an attempt at reform of Israelite religion.

What we have in this reading is a liturgy, the instructions for a thanksgiving service that the Israelites were to celebrate at the beginning of the harvest. They were to take some of the first fruits, the earliest and best harvest and present it to the priest at the temple. While it isn’t expressly stated that it is the tithe, the tenth portion of the crop; this may be intended because of other language in the text.

For us, to imagine that farmers might offer something of their produce to God is not all that surprising, but there are other aspects of the liturgy that might be. In the first place, it is done in the context of a recital of God’s mighty acts on behalf of the Israelites. One gives thanks because God delivered the Hebrew people out of oppression and slavery and brought them into the promised land.

But there is more. After making the offering, they are instructed to throw a party—to share the bounty of the land with those who do not possess it—the Levites (who were dedicated to the service of God) and to the alien. Thus Thanksgiving was not just about giving thanks. It was also about remembering the past and about sharing the bounty of the land with all. It reminds us of the deep commitment of the law of Moses to the weak and the outcast.

In the parallel chapter of Exodus that records this ritual, there are a series of other laws that make the values of God clear. The Israelites were instructed to till the land only for six years out of seven, to let the land lie fallow for the seventh year, so that it might be refreshed and so that the wild animals might eat. They were instructed to rest on the seventh day, not just because it was holy, but in order that their beasts of burden and their laborers might rest. But above all, they were not to oppress the widow, the orphan or the alien, because they had been strangers in Egypt. Their experience of oppression should shape their treatment of others.

Seen in this broader context, Thanksgiving is not just about food, family, football, and shopping. It is not just about giving thanks to God for all that we have. In fact, that’s a small part of it. For the biblical traditions, and for our Anglican tradition thanksgiving is about much more.

In a few minutes we will celebrate the Eucharist. The word itself announces the centrality of thanksgiving to our faith. For it means to give thanks in Greek and was used from the earliest days of Christianity to refer to the communion service. But even there we are not left off the hook. Thanksgiving is always tied to outreach. In the post-communion prayer, the thanksgiving after communion as it’s often called in our service bulletins, after giving thanks to God “for feeding us with the spiritual food of the most precious Body and Blood of our Savior Jesus Christ” we also pray, “Send us out to do the work you have given us to do, to love and serve you.”

What is the work God has given us to do? To love and serve him, certainly, but as we will be reminded when we reaffirm our baptismal vows, it is also to love our neighbors as ourselves, to seek and serve Christ in all persons, to strive for justice and peace.

Most of us don’t know or want to know where or how our food is produced. All we care is that there’s lots of it, and that it is cheap. If you’re like me, usually the closest you get to a farm animal is if you get stuck behind one of the trucks delivering chickens to the Columbia Farms plant. If you’re like me, the sight is sickening. If you’re like me, you also probably try to avoid seeing the stream of workers walking back and forth from the plant.

Giving thanks to God is not just about our relationship with God. It is also about our relationship with the world and with all of humanity. We ought, we need to care. Indeed, in Deuteronomy God demands it of us as part of our act of giving thanks. As we sit down at our bountiful tables tomorrow, we ought to take time to reflect on where that food comes from, whether it at all reflects the biblical vision for agriculture, and how our thanksgiving might become about more than stuffing ourselves and might become about sharing God’s bounty with the world.

Samuel Seabury and the Anglican Communion

Today, we commemorated the consecration of Samuel Seabury as the first bishop of the Episcopal Church in America. As I was preparing for this evening’s Eucharist, the appropriateness of his story for our current situation struck me. Before the American Revolution, Anglicans in the colonies were under the authority of the Bishop of London, which meant that all clergy for the American church came from England, and there was no direct episcopal care of the faithful in the colonies. On top of that, the Book of Common Prayer was the 1662 Book of Common Prayer of the Church of England, which included prayers for the king.

In my old parish in Newburyport, MA, we had the prayer book of the priest who served that parish during the Revolution, Edward Bass, who would later become the first bishop of Massachusetts. He crossed out all of the prayers to the king in his prayer book and wrote in prayers for the Congress. In New England, Anglicans like him were viewed with suspicion by most revolutionaries, because they tended to be supporters of the crown.

After the peace was signed, Seabury was sent by a group of Connecticut clergy to seek episcopal ordination in England. After waiting a year, he abandoned his efforts in England, because he would not vow allegiance to the British crown, and the English bishops would not consecrate him without that vow. So he went to Scotland, where the bishops of the Scottish Episcopal Church were not kindly disposed to English rule. They agreed to consecrate him if he would agree to seek the American Church’s adoption of the Scottish Book of Common Prayer.

From the perspective of the twenty-first century, a vow of allegiance to the British crown seems a minor thing to hold up the consecration of a bishop. I wonder what Anglicans in the twenty-fourth century will make of our current controversies?

Life Goes On

Four deaths in a parish of our size in less than a month is a staggering burden for clergy, staff, and parishioners, especially when some of the deceased have been as important to the life and ministry of St. James as some of those to whom we have said good-bye recently.

As a priest, I’ve found that there is no more important aspect of ministry than to be with people as they die and as they grieve. It’s not that what we say or do can ease the suffering or loss. There’s nothing I detest more than mouthing platitudes, so don’t expect them from me. Rather, it’s what sometimes is called by pastoral care givers “a ministry of presence.” I’m not even sure what that means most of the time. What I do know is that for me, being with dying and grieving people is one of the places where I encounter God’s presence. It’s a holy time, a reminder of what we are about as Christians. It is a time to honor the dignity of human persons and to reach out, in faith, to God.

It’s also a time when I give thanks for the Book of Common Prayer. The language and poetry of the burial services, the beauty of the prayers, the brave acclamation of faith in God that resonates throughout the services, are always deeply moving. As a priest, when my own words might fail me, there’s always the BCP that will say what needs to be said. The language of the BCP never fails to move me, even, or especially, when I am officiating.

The light burden of being under Bishop Henderson’s yoke

One of the things that most surprised me as I was going through the ordination process was my developing relationship with Bishop Henderson. You may already have guessed that I am not someone who responds well to authority figures; indeed throughout my life I have taken a decidedly skeptical stance towards those in power, whether they be my parents, my bosses, my academic advisors, department chairs, or yes, my rectors.

But I’ve discovered there are limits to that skepticism. Bishop Henderson has laid his hands on me three times–once to confirm me, and at my ordinations to the diaconate and to the priesthood. That creates a deep and lasting bond. Over the last few years, as I’ve watched Bishop Henderson negotiate his way through the current conflicts in the church, I have come to admire and respect him more and more. He is a man of deep conviction, deep faith, and deep attachment to the Anglican vision; and he has worked indefatigably to preserve the Episcopal Church’s place in the Anglican Communion. In the midst of all the noise that we have heard coming from the media and blogging circus surrounding the House of Bishops meeting in New Orleans, we would do well to play close attention to the words he has written for us. You can read his pastoral letter here: houseof-bishopsnew-orleans07.pdf

Let the spin begin

The wait is over, but the waiting has only begun. Late this afternoon, the House of Bishops, meeting in New Orleans, released their response to the Primates’ Communique from last February. The gist of it consists of eight bullet points which I quote:

  • We reconfirm that resolution B033 of General Convention 2006 (The Election of Bishops) calls upon bishops with jurisdiction and Standing Committees “to exercise restraint by not consenting to the consecration of any candidate to the episcopate whose manner of life presents a challenge to the wider church and will lead to further strains on communion.”
  • We pledge as a body not to authorize public rites for the blessing of same-sex unions.
  • We commend our Presiding Bishop’s plan for episcopal visitors. * We deplore incursions into our jurisdictions by uninvited bishops and call for them to end.
  • We support the Presiding Bishop in seeking communion-wide consultation in a manner that is in accord with our Constitution and Canons.
  • We call for increasing implementation of the listening process across the Communion and for a report on its progress to Lambeth 2008.
  • We support the Archbishop of Canterbury in his expressed desire to explore ways for the Bishop of New Hampshire to participate in the Lambeth Conference.
  • We call for unequivocal and active commitment to the civil rights, safety, and dignity of gay and lesbian persons.

The entire text may be found at Episcope

A quick reading of the entire text suggests that the bishops have delivered to the Primates what they wanted. Whether the conservatives will see it that way is another story. Indeed,  several bishops left the meeting after the departure of the Archbishop of Canterbury. This week they are meeting with a wide variety of people from all sorts of Anglican “churches” in the US. Called “Common Cause,” it seems to be an attempt on the part of Bishop Duncan of Pittsburgh to create a united alternative to the Episcopal Church. Whether that goal is accomplished is highly doubtful. Stay tuned.

Marvelous Coincidences

I’ve hinted at this to some of you, but I think now is the time to come clean. My first exposure to the Episcopal Church had to do with a pipe organ. I’m not sure anymore when this took place.  I think it was 1973 or 1974. My dad bought a pipe organ. Trinity Episcopal Church in Bryan, Ohio, was relocating because of an expansion project at Bryan High School. Before they demolished the building, they held an auction at which they tried to sell everything. My dad came home that Saturday afternoon and told us he bought the pipe organ for $100.

My dad, in addition to being a building contractor and carpenter, was a scavenger and a pack rat. Whenever he was remodeling an old house, and in the 60s and 70s that meant “updating,” he pulled all of the old woodwork, doors, hardware, whatever he thought he might one day use. Well, the same thing was true with this pipe organ. It had a beautiful case made of quarter-sawn oak (same material Hal used on ours) and knew he could use it to make furniture, paneling, and who knows what else.

So, one Friday, one of his employees and I began dismantling the organ. We had to get it out by Saturday evening. It was the dirtiest job I ever had (100 years of dust and soot) but we dutifully pulled out all of the pipes, the electronics, the case, of course, and all of the wood in the frame. We got done before the deadline, and began stripping all of the woodwork in the church as well.

Over the years, my dad turned the case, the console, and much of the frame into furniture. If memory serves me correctly, the top of the kitchen table dad made for me is of elm, taken from the framework. I have no idea where the rest of the wood ended up. I do know he made a desk out of the console for one of my sisters.

The pipes and all of the rest of the innards were put in the barn on my aunts’ farm. Eventually, the metal was sold for scrap. Looking back, I don’t know if the church was unaware of organ reclamation projects like the Organ Clearinghouse. I know that my dad, as an avid and gifted church musician himself, always felt a little bit sad that  the organ he purchased never made music again.

It’s been over thirty years, of course, but as I watched the organ being unloaded, and as I have watched Hal and his crew carefully put the pieces together, my memory of those two August days come back to me. I couldn’t have imagined back then that I would be watching the installation of a pipe organ in the Episcopal Church where I serve as priest, and I’m sure my dad couldn’t have imagined it either. But there is a wonderful symmetry in that. My dad  used his gifts to ensure that the organ he purchased would continue to have life and to bring beauty and joy to those who received the items he made from it.

I’ve still got a pipe from that organ. It’s a small one; a memento of days long past. One day, when I retrieve it, I will take possession of the organ bench from that organ. My mother still has it, but it has my name on it. I’ve never attended the Episcopal Church in Bryan, Ohio that was built in the mid-70s. I didn’t grow up there; my home town is around 20 miles away, but my dad built lots of houses there in the 60s and 70s. But one day, I hope to worship there and tell them the story of how their church, and their pipe organ, contributed to the formation of an Episcopal priest.

What a Day!

I hope you had as much fun at St. James today as I did. The energy at the 10:00 service was palpable and the fun afterwards was great. I went back to the church this afternoon to check on the progress and it is amazing. You can tell what the organ is going to look like. They’ve got the frame put together. It is going to be beautiful, and yes, it is going to fill the hole in the front. Lots of people were taking pictures.

Update! Indeed, there are lots of pictures posted both from Sunday and from today, Labor Day. If you look at the photos, you will probably see people you don’t recognize. Some of them are visitors, at St. James yesterday because a pipe organ was being delivered. But many are also visitors, or people who have just begun attending our church. If there’s a face you don’t recognize, you might want to remember it, and if you see them in church next Sunday, introduce yourself and tell them they are already on our website!

There was a great deal of excitement yesterday, and it was a wonderful day. But besides the arrival of the pipe organ, what impressed me the most was that a wide variety of parishioners were working together on a project. We didn’t just unload a pipe organ, we also worked at building community.