A Sermon for the Fourth Sunday after the Epiphany, Year A

The Foolishness of the Cross
Fourth Sunday after Epiphany
January 30, 2011

I love to bless stuff! I’ve made something of a joke of it over the years. I’ll bless anything. In part, that’s because of the priests I’ve worked with, one of whom always seemed to have an aspergillum near to hand. Aspergillum—if that word is unfamiliar to you, think of it as a “holy water pot.” Around here, I’ve blessed the new freezers and coolers in the food pantry, the youth room space, animals of course, on St. Francis’ Day, and most recently the new dishwasher.

For some, such stuff smacks of superstition or silliness, but it’s not, or only sometimes, and on the surface. Blessing is important, even the blessing of inanimate objects reminds us that they are set aside often, for important uses. Blessing is not a ritual cleaning, or a magical act. To bless things, whether it’s a dishwasher, a dog, or the food before we begin eating, underscore the sacred nature of all of creation and that even ordinary things can be set aside for holy use. Continue reading

“Come, follow me” A Sermon for the Third Sunday after Epiphany

This past Thursday and Friday, I participated in the Trinity Institute Conference via a webcast at Luther Memorial Church. The topic was “Reading Scripture through other Eyes” and it brought together scholars from North America and Africa to explore the interpretation of scripture in various contexts. The conversations among the scholars were fascinating as were the discussions we had at Luther Memorial. I was struck once again by the centrality and importance of Christians wrestling together to understand scripture, and how Christians in different cultural contexts approach and learn scripture in different ways. Continue reading

Come and See: A Sermon for the Second Sunday after Epiphany, Year A

John the Baptizer, John the Baptist, did not baptize Jesus. Not according to the Gospel of John at least. Oh, everything else about the story is pretty much the same. John and Jesus meet. A few verses before today’s gospel, John asserts Jesus’ superiority to him. We heard John say that he saw the Holy Spirit come like a dove and remain on Jesus; he heard a voice from heaven identifying Jesus to him. So, everything is there except what we most expect to see—the baptism.

There are important reasons for this. As I used to ask my students when we talked about the story of Jesus’ baptism in the gospels, “Why is Jesus’ baptism by John such a problem for the gospel writers?” There are at least two reasons for this. First, according to the gospels, John’s baptism was a baptism for the forgiveness of sins and Christian theology asserts that Jesus didn’t commit any. Second, who is more powerful in the ritual of baptism, the baptizer or the baptizee? Well, if the latter is a squirming two-year old, perhaps she is, but otherwise, and ecclesiastically, of course, it’s the one doing the baptizing.

John’s very different version of the encounter of Jesus and John the Baptist is intended to reveal to the reader something quite different and quite new. John, the gospel writer, uses the story of the encounter of Jesus and John the Baptizer to tell us something important about who Jesus is. The season of Epiphany is somewhat like a prism. Each Sunday we see a different facet of Christ revealed to us; each week, the light of Christ is reflected back to us in slightly different ways. In today’s gospel, John sees clearly who Jesus is, identifying him as “the Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world.” He sees the Holy Spirit like a dove. He seems to know that Jesus is the Son of God, and even seems to point that out to two his disciples.

I would like to draw your attention to this interchange between Jesus and these two disciples of John the Baptist. Again, the gospel writer takes what on the surface is a very simple story of Jesus calling the disciples and reshapes it for his own purposes, to tell us something about who Jesus is, and how we ought to respond to him. Unlike the story of the disciples’ call in the Synoptics where Jesus initiates the relationship, here there is a completely different dynamic. John the Baptist draws his disciples’ attention to Jesus, by pointing him out and saying, “Here is the Lamb of God.” Then they leave John and follow Jesus. Jesus asks them, “What are you looking for?” And they respond oddly, by asking “Where are you staying?” To that question, Jesus answers, “Come and see.”

“Where are you staying?” What kind of question is that? What might the disciples learn about Jesus by staying with him for the day? To understand what’s going on we need to put this question, and the event itself, in the context of John’s gospel. Staying… to use the traditional language of the Authorized Version, to abide… is one of those themes that is repeated throughout the gospel. In fact, we heard the theme sounded already in John’s testimony about Jesus. When he reports that he saw the Holy Spirit come down like a dove, he says that “it remained on him.” In today’s gospel the words is used at least four times in quick succession. Much later in the gospel, in the lengthy farewell discourse that John puts in Jesus’ mouth at the Last Supper, he says, “Abide in me as I abide in you.”

The call of the disciples in John may be unlike the call of the disciples in the other gospels. It may be strange and puzzling. In the reading from Isaiah, we are presented with another story of a call, one that is much more in keeping with our assumptions about call: “The Lord called me before I was born, while I was in my mother’s womb he named me.” ‘

We tend to think of call as something dramatic—something like the story Luke tells about Paul on the road to Damascus. Sometimes it is of course, some times we know like a bolt from the blue what is going on. But sometimes, often, call is something quite different, something subtle that emerges over a long time, something that becomes clear only as we live and grow and mature.

I know from my own call that the process can be long and frustrating. We want clarity in our lives but often, things are “clear as mud” as one of my teachers used to say. But call to ordination is not the only call. All of us, lay people as well as clergy, are called by God. We are called to be the people God means us to be, we are called into deeper relationship with Jesus Christ. We are also called as a community, to be God’s people in this place.

In today’s gospel, we hear a very different understanding of call than the certainty of the bolt of lightning. There is a powerful dynamic that John describes. First, John the Baptist identifies Jesus to the disciples—the Lamb of God. Then, for whatever reason, they leave John and follow Jesus. I’ve always wondered what John the Baptist’s reaction was to that? He points somebody out to two of his followers, and immediately they go off and leave him. Then Jesus notices them, and asks, not “what do you want?” but “what are you looking for?” They address him as Rabbi, teacher, a title of honor and authority, and tell him that they want to hang out with him for the day.

After that, Andrew goes to his brother Simon, and tells him that they’ve found the Messiah. By abiding with him, by staying with Jesus for the day, let’s use our language, by hanging out with him, they find out who he is. What do they learn? How do they learn it? The gospel doesn’t tell us. There’s not a hint of what Jesus might have done or said that day. And to ask those questions is to miss the gospel’s point. What’s most important about Jesus is not what he said or did, it is who he is and was. That we can only learn by hanging out with him.

When’s the last time you did something like that? Nothing more than be with a friend, a relative, a spouse or partner for the day, with no agenda, with nothing planned? Can you remember doing it? It’s something I used to do years ago, when I was in my twenties with college friends or friends from grad school—pretty much just wasting time, perhaps drinking a few beers and listening to music, telling stories, you know what I’m talking about, being with someone. Occasionally Corrie and I do something of the same, sit around the house all afternoon or evening, listening to music, talking about things, but most of the time, she or I or both of us have tasks that we need to be taking care of and that take us away from being fully present to each other.

Now I don’t know what Jesus did with those disciples that day, but my guess is that they pretty much just hung out together, and in doing so, they began to experience and know who Jesus was. They learned so much in fact that at the end of the day, Andrew tells his brother that they had found the Messiah.

Yesterday, we had our vestry retreat. For six or seven hours, we met together, ate, talked about all manner of things related to Grace Church, and we worshiped together. We got some work done. We made some plans for the coming year, discussed weighty matters like finances and stewardship. But we also got to know each other a lot better, developed relationships with one another and as a group.

To build those relationships is one of the primary goals of any such day-long experience. It’s important in the life of a vestry. It’s also of crucial importance in the life of a congregation. Our lives today are fragmentary, filled with random encounters with people we’ve never met before, with people whose names we don’t even know. I was reading something this week by a commentator who observed that as he got to know the names of the people who worked in the stores he shopped, he began to enter into their lives, as they did in his. To be the body of Christ means creating the kind of community in which we abide with one another, we develop deeper relationships across generations and across the divide of class and race.

Jesus bids us, “Come and see.” That is an offer to enter into ever-deepening relationships with one another. It is also an offer to enter into an ever-deepening relationship with Christ,  a relationship that depends not on whether, or how much we believe. It depends, rather, on our being willing to abide with him, to stay a while and learn who he is. It is an offer not of easy answers, but an offer of a journey into the heart of our faith, into the heart of ourselves where we will encounter Christ, already abiding in us.

My Son, My Beloved–A Sermon for the Baptism of Our Lord, January 9, 2011

 

The horrific shootings in Arizona of Congresswoman Giffords, Judge Roll and the others shocked and dismayed me, as I’m sure it did you. How did we get to this point? The anger and rhetoric have finally boiled over in this country, so that in addition to having economic and other problems that are seemingly intractable, we have a culture, a media and political environment that have devolved into violence.

I don’t know about you, but I am almost in despair. When I look out at our nation, our culture, and our world, I see nothing hopeful. I only see increasing conflict over fewer resources and a national, no, a worldwide leadership, fiddling while the Titanic sinks. For a preacher at a time like this, the question of what to say, or rather, of what the good news is, becomes both urgent and perplexing.

We are at the second Sunday of New Year’s. We should still be enjoying ourselves, looking forward to the NFL playoffs, ready to root for a Packer victory. The New Year is supposed to usher in a time of new hope and new possibility. We make New Year’s resolutions that we hope will help us change behaviors. We promise to exercise and eat right, to learn something new, or to treat those we love in new ways. Of course, usually, within a few weeks or months, if we’re lucky, often within a few hours or days, we’ve broken those resolutions and are back in our old habits.

Perhaps instead of all of that, it’s time for a season of national soul-searching; a time to reflect on what binds us together as Americans and as human beings, instead of focusing as we tend to, on what divides us. Perhaps as Christians, it’s time for us to take stock of ourselves as well, and ponder how we might foster understanding and good will, being instruments of God’s peace.

In the lectionary, the cycle of readings that we follow from week to week on Sunday mornings, today is always “the baptism of our Lord,” the Sunday when we hear the story of Jesus’ baptism by John. It’s one of the more abrupt transitions in our liturgical cycle, because after twelve days of Christmas, two weeks during which we sing Christmas carols, reflect on the incarnation, and focus on Jesus’ birth, we suddenly jump ahead thirty years, to his adulthood. The intervening years are passed over in silence by Matthew and Luke, the only two gospels to say anything about Jesus’ birth. At least Luke tells one story about Jesus’ childhood, his visit to the temple with his parents when he was twelve. Matthew omits even that.

Jesus’ baptism by John is one of the key events in the gospels’ narrative of Jesus’ life. In the synoptic gospels of Matthew, Mark, and Luke, it stands as the beginning moment of Jesus’ public life. Matthew takes it a step further, though, because this is the first moment in his gospel that we see Jesus acting. So for him to come to John, seeking baptism, is saying something important for Matthew.

We can be certain that Jesus’ baptism by John constituted something of a problem for early Christianity. We can be certain that it is one of those things that was common knowledge, and also that it was something of an embarrassment. In fact, although mentioned by all four gospels, it receives little discussion elsewhere in the New Testament. Peter’s reference to it in today’s reading from Acts is one of the very few times it is mentioned other than in the gospels.

More than an embarrassment, the story of Jesus’ baptism was an opportunity for each gospel writer to reflect on the meaning of the event. It’s a good question—why does Jesus need to be baptized? As they sought to answer it, they filled out the story with theological content. Matthew does this in several ways. For one thing, he tells the story in such a way to lead his readers back to the Hebrew Bible, to the lesson from Isaiah that we heard today. The voice from heaven that says, “This is my son, the beloved, in whom I am well pleased, alludes to the words that open Isaiah 42 “Here is my servant, whom I uphold, my chosen, in whom my soul delights. I have put my spirit upon him…”

There is another important theme in Matthew’s version of the baptism. In the conversation between Jesus and John, after John asks the question we ask, “why do you come to me to be baptized?” Jesus responds, “Let it be so now; for it is proper for us in this way to fulfill all righteousness.” So Matthew connects Jesus’ baptism to righteousness. It’s one of those biblical words we don’t use very often any more, and we don’t really know what it means. We probably have some idea that it has to do with God and being good, but more than that is a question.

Righteousness is an important and rich concept in the biblical traditions, in both the Hebrew Bible and the New Testament. The Greek word includes connotations of uprightness, correctness, justice, innocence, and redemption. Matthew has used the word earlier in the gospel. When describing Joseph’s reaction to learning that Mary was pregnant Matthew writes, “but being a righteous man, and unwilling to expose her to public disgrace, Joseph planned to dismiss her quietly. Here, it would seem that Matthew wants to underscore Joseph’s behavior, that he is a good Jew who knows what Torah, the Law demands in such cases.

In the gospel we read next Sunday, the term righteousness appears again. In the beatitudes, Jesus says, “Blessed are those who hunger and thirst after righteousness, for they will be filled. Righteousness is not simply a matter of internal disposition, being in right relationship with God; it is also about bringing one’s actions in accordance with those internal dispositions. Thus to be righteous is to behave as one thinks or believes.

Jesus was baptized by John to fulfill all righteousness. It wasn’t a necessary act, in that he needed to be baptized—to be purified and cleansed him of his sins. But it was an act that put him in line with who he was and who he was meant to be. And it was an act that the gospels tell us, confirmed who he was. The voice from heaven said, “This is my son, the beloved, with whom I am well pleased.”

I wonder about the two characters in this story. John the Baptizer, who didn’t understand what he was doing, but knew that what he was doing, baptizing Jesus, didn’t make any sense. Did he also know that soon after baptizing Jesus, he would be arrested and ultimately killed for speaking out against the power of Herod? I wonder, too, about Jesus. In Mark’s version of the story, it seems that the voice from heaven speaks only to him, telling him that he is the son of God, the beloved. In Matthew, the voice says different words, speaks to the audience, but did Jesus know, could he have known what would happen?

For us, baptism is little more than a cute ritual. I doubt many of us believe that without baptism, we are condemned to hell, or the limbo of the un-baptized. We don’t think it matters much; we certainly don’t believe it is a matter of eternal life and death. I’m not going to try to disabuse you of that notion if you hold it, but I do think it is a matter of great import.

In Jesus’ baptism, he and others learned something about him. There was a miraculous voice that identified him. It told him, and those around him, who he was. It’s a powerful statement, isn’t it? It’s a statement we hear when we are baptized, but do we ever really believe it?

When Presiding Bishop Katharine Jefforts Schori came to the diocese last October, she met with clergy. During her time with us, she asked us to reflect on that statement that came from heaven. She asked us to repeat it to ourselves, to reflect on what it means for us, “You are my child, my beloved.”

Those words that came from heaven to Jesus at his baptism come to us at ours. A priest speaks them, not some heavenly voice, but they are true, no matter their origin. In baptism, we become God’s children; we are God’s beloved.

They are words with which many of us might struggle at times. We hear, from so many directions, a very different message. Sometimes, it comes from parents or loved ones. Sometimes the message was drilled into us decades ago, by parents long dead. Sometimes, the message is immediate; the wounds it makes still fresh, as in the case of the bullying that often goes on in our schools.

To know that we are God’s beloved in these circumstances, when all around us says otherwise is hard enough. But it’s not enough. As Jesus did in so many ways, as Jesus said repeatedly, we also need to share that message with others, to love them as God loves us. And yes, to love even our enemy, and our neighbor. I don’t know what this year has in store for our nation, our community, or for Grace Church. But it is my hope and prayer that Grace can be a beacon of hope and an agent of reconciliation in this dark and troubled time.

 

A homily for the Second Sunday after Christmas, 2011

We Three Kings
II Christmas
January 2, 2011

There was a lunar eclipse a couple of weeks ago. We couldn’t see it because the skies over Madison were overcast, but it generated considerable buzz in the streets and certainly on the Internet. Such celestial phenomena are little more than curiosities to us. To people in the ancient world, they were much more than that. It wasn’t just the fear many people had during an eclipse of the sun that the sun might be going dark forever. Ancients, and not so Ancients saw a close connection between their own lives and the movements of the planets and stars. Most believed that in some way, the movements of the planets shaped the fates of humans. Hence the zodiac and horoscopes. That’s still with us, of course. When I logged on to yahoo yesterday, the lead story was “What’s in store for you in 2011? Find out what the stars have planned for your career and your romantic relationships.”

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Christmas Day, 2010

 

Christmas Day
December 25, 2010

Last night, I mentioned my friend’s record of celebrating the Eucharist every year on Christmas Day for nearly fifty years. He was ordained a priest as a young man. I was only ordained in 2006, but I have celebrated the Eucharist every year since my ordination, and to add to that string, I preached on several Christmas Days before that.

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A lovely story about Las Posadas featuring Grace parishioners

The story on Madison.com includes photos and a description of what went on last Saturday night. Las Posadas, emphasizes the fact that Joseph and Mary were themselves in a sense refugees, forced from their home by an imperial power, and forced to seek shelter wherever they could find it. And their journey didn’t end in Bethlehem, but they went on to Egypt, when Herod sought to kill the child who was the Savior of the world.

The publicity for our Hispanic congregation is somewhat bittersweet, because while celebrating Christmas in this way, our Spanish-speaking congregation, indeed all of Grace, is saddened by the fact that the Rev. Pat Size is retiring at the end of 2010. She has provided leadership and vision to our noon service, and pastoral care for many of us at Grace over the years.

But the congregation will continue to thrive, relying on the gifts of its members and the support of the whole congregation.

Lessons and Carols

For a very long time, perhaps since 1995, I’ve had a visceral reaction to “Lessons and Carols.” I can attribute that to having been at Sewanee for five years. When we arrived; no, perhaps it was already during our interview, we heard about the Lessons and Carols extravaganza at Sewanee. When we came to Sewanee, Lessons and Carols provided us with several of our quintessential moments. One was the year we received tickets to the “special performance.” It wasn’t called that, but it was the Saturday performance at which prominent donors, and busloads of Episcopal Church groups came from far and wide. It was a warm day in December, perhaps in the 70s.  As Corrie and I walked to the reception in Convocation Hall, we passed a frat house on the heart of campus, where the guys were enjoying the weather, and their alcohol. Then we saw a group of folk, assembled behind a seminarian clad in cassock and surplice, and carrying a crucifix. We attended the reception, then made our way to the service. The music was beautiful of course, but what made the greatest impression on me was the myriad of Southern Anglican matrons in attendance, wearing their minks, in unseasonably warm weather.

I’ve always thought that any Lessons and Carols service, apart from that at King’s College Chapel, Cambridge, was manipulative  and contrived, designed more to attract donations than to create a worshipful experience. Still worse, I’ve thought, was the Festival of Advent Lessons and Carols. At least that was liturgically correct, unlike Sewanee’s or Furman’s, which are clearly Christmas services, taking place during the Season of Advent.

Today was the second Lessons and Carols over which I’ve presided at Grace (I succeeded in doing away with it at my previous parish, but I note its return since my departure). I rarely expect, when presiding, to experience God’s presence outside of the celebration of the Eucharist, or to worship. But that happened today. The music was profound; our soloists were perfect; the musical selections transported us out of the mundane into the heavenly presence.

Thanks to all who participated. Berkley Guse and Greg Upward, music director and organist, Will Raymer, whose composition “Come/We wait” captured the Advent experience; and especially the performance of Lauridsen’s O Magnum Mysterium, in memory of Jerry Shannon.

Our processional hymn at the conclusion of the service was Lo! he comes, with clouds descending, text by Charles Wesley. The words are transporting, taking us from first Advent to Second:


Those dear tokens of his passion
still his dazzling body bears,
cause of endless exultation
to his ransomed worshipers;
with what rapture, with what rapture, with what rapture
gaze we on those glorious scars!

A Sermon for Advent 4, Year A

December 19, 2010

There’s a lot about Madison with which I am unfamiliar yet. Oh, Corrie and I know how to get around town, of course, and we certainly have our favorite restaurants and shops, and after a year and a half our circle of friends and acquaintances continues to grow. But there’s a lot that I still don’t know, a lot that takes getting used to. One of the most interesting things for me is exploring Madison’s curious relationship toward religion and specifically toward Christianity. I had one of those encounters this week that reminded me I’m not in the south anymore. Continue reading