Time like an ever-rolling stream: A homily for Holy Name, New Year’s Day 2012

New Year’s Day is a curious thing in the liturgical calendar. We don’t really celebrate it most years; it’s only when it falls on a Sunday that most Christian churches worship on that day. At the same time, however, January 1, because it is the eighth day after Christmas, is commemorated in another way. Traditionally called the Feast of the Circumcision, in more recent times, it has come to be known as the Holy Name, because according to Luke, it was on that day that Mary gave Jesus his name.

We are still in the liturgical season of Christmas, we will be until January 6—the Feast of the Epiphany—but already our culture has gone beyond Christmas to think about other things: New Year’s Day, the Rose Bowl, and the NFL playoffs, to name only three of the biggest. Still, it’s rather odd that we don’t make much religious observance of New Year’s Day—Christianity may be one of the only religions of the world not to make a fuss of it. In most, New Year’s Day is quite a celebration, with everything from religiously sanctioned parties to reenactments of the story of creation. For us, we leave it to the secular world to observe. Our New Year’s Day, the First Sunday of Advent, is focused not on the changing year but on what is to come: the birth of Jesus Christ.

We pause today, continuing to ponder, with Mary the significance of Jesus’ birth as we remember his circumcision and naming. Only Luke records Jesus’ circumcision. For him, it is part of his overall concern to depict Jesus as fulfillment of prophecy and in continuity with Jewish tradition. We see his parents keeping Jewish commandments concerning birth. Every good Jew had his sons circumcised, and every good Jewish mother presented herself at the designated time for purification in the temple. Luke records each of these events carefully, drawing our attention to the continuity with the past even as he makes the case that with Jesus Christ, something quite new, a new age, has begun in the world.

The Christian tradition has a conflicted attitude toward time and the passing of the years. It used to be quite common for theologians and Christian thinkers to make a sharp contrast between how time was conceived and understood in the wider ancient context, and indeed in the world’s religions, and the Christian perspective. One way of making that distinction was to contrast two different terms used for time in Greek—chronos, from which we get such words as chronology. One can think of chronos as sequential time—the passing of the days and years. By contrast, kairos is the irruption of something new and different into that sequence, an opportune moment. In Mark 1:15, the gospel writer uses kairos when he records Jesus preaching: “The time is fulfilled, the kingdom of God has come near. Repent and believe the good news.”

There is some truth in this distinction between kairos and chronos, and our liturgical calendar, which begins with Advent and culminates in Easter preserves something of that sense. On the other hand, each year we repeat that same sequence and our celebration of the new breaking in on the old, Jesus Christ coming into the world to make all things new, seems to fall back into a repetitive sameness.

We want all things to be made new, but we experience time and our lives, especially as we grow older, as a constant circling of the years. We want all things to be new, we want to change, and that’s why we make new year’s resolutions: we promise to lose weight, get more exercise, to eliminate bad habits, or to learn new things, but as we all know, those resolutions too often end up broken within a few weeks or months. And it’s not just us. It’s our whole society. One need only to visit a gym or fitness center in the first few days or weeks of the new year to see evidence of those resolutions. A return visit a month or two later will show how few of those resolutions were kept.

It’s a frustrating thing, but quite human to want to change but to find the strength to change difficult or impossible. And so it goes. Time passes; the years circle around, we make resolutions and break them, and we seem stuck in the same old, same old.

In this recurrent cycle, we believe Christ does enter to make all things new. It is that we celebrate in this season of Christmas, when God takes on our flesh, comes into our midst, and gives us new perspective, new faith. But even at those times when such newness seems quite far away, our faith proclaims that God is among us, that God is  the ruler of history.

We see evidence of that faith in our reading from the Hebrew Bible today. It is the familiar, magnificent Aaronic blessing:

The Lord bless you and keep you.

The Lord make his face to shine upon you and be gracious to you

The Lord lift up his countenance upon you and give you peace.

It appears at a crucial moment in the history of the Hebrew people. Following their escape from the Egyptians and the crossing of the Red Sea, the Hebrews make their way to Sinai where they receive the Law, the Torah, and spend almost a year. Finally, as they break camp, Yahweh instructs Moses to bless the people. In other words, this blessing, or benediction, is both an ending and a beginning. It completes the time at Sinai, and is meant to accompany the Israelites as they make their way through the wilderness. Yahweh instructs Moses to tell Aaron and his sons to begin each day with this blessing. The final word of the instruction explains what is meant by the blessing—with the words of the blessing the name of Yahweh is put on the Israelites, and through those words, Yahweh blesses the people.

We don’t often think about what it means to “bless” or to “be blessed.” In the biblical tradition, blessing refers to or bears witness to, the work of God. It refers to gift we have from God that benefits individuals or communities, whether that gift be physical, material, or spiritual. It encompasses all of God’s activity, from creation to redemption.

To bless in that way is to see ourselves and our lives in God’s hands to recognize that God rules all, time, history, the changing years, and ourselves.

To bless in that way is to put our lives and our life’s changes, in God’s hands, to release ourselves from the burden of wanting to change and not being able to, to put ourselves in God’s hands. To bless in that way also means, and this may be more difficult to understand and accept, that God is working God’s purpose out, in the chances and changes of our lives, and in the chances and the changes of the world.

But perhaps Isaac Watts put it best, in his hymn “O God our help in ages past:

Time like an ever-rolling stream,

bears all our years away;

they fly, forgotten, as a dream

dies at the opening day.

And the Word became flesh: A Sermon for Christmas Day, 2011

“In the beginning was the Word, and the word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things came into being through him, and without him not one thing came into being.”

What do we celebrate at Christmas? Of course, the answer is obvious, even trite—the birth of Jesus Christ, the Savior of the World. But what do we celebrate at Christmas, what does the birth of Christ mean? Last night we heard the familiar story from Luke’s gospel. We know it well. The images are fixed in our memories, down to the marrow of our bones, the crude stable, the angels, the shepherds. Indeed, so familiar to us is the story that sometimes it becomes difficult to hear it afresh. Luke’s nativity story is as comfortable to us as our favorite pajamas or sweater, as familiar to us as the back of our hand.

Today we heard another gospel, a different gospel, but it too is familiar to us. Its words and images flow over us, surround us.  Their beauty and brilliance have been dimmed as well by our repeated hearing of them. What new thing can we say about Christmas? What new or renewed faith, what transformation can come about in the midst of such old familiar stories and words?

In fact, that’s one of the problems with rituals. Human beings are by nature, ritualistic. Ritual takes us out of ourselves and out of our daily lives. Ritual draws us in, brings us into the presence of eternity. We like things to stay the same. We are comfortable with routine. We think things have always worked this way, that, for example, Christmas has always been celebrated in the way we do it today. Of course, that’s not true. We know approximately when Christians began celebrating the incarnation of Christ—it was probably in the fourth century. We know by whom and when the first crèche—the first nativity scene—was erected: by St. Francis of Assisi in the thirteenth century. We know that Christmas was not celebrated in colonial New England, that Santa Claus came on the scene in the mid-19th century, that “White Christmas” and “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” date from the 1940s. We know all this, but when somebody messes with it, we get mad. All of that accumulated tradition combines to make Christmas an evocative and powerful event.

Yet all that familiarity, all the ritual does something else, too. It prevents us from encountering the gospel anew, it keeps us from hearing the words of Luke or of John with open hearts and minds, open to the possibility that Christmas, besides being the “most wonderful time of the year,” that Christmas might transform us, and transform the world.

“In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things came into being through him, and without him not one thing came into being.” The profound and mysterious hymn with which the Gospel of John begins makes some extravagant claims about Christ. What is proclaimed in these words is that Christ, the Word, has been present in the world since creation, indeed that the Word was itself the creative process through which the world, and we, were created.

There’s something of an irony here. At Christmas we celebrate the birth of Christ, the coming of Christ into the world, but John begins by asserting that Christ has been present in the world from the very beginning of creation. The problem, of course, is that we don’t get it. We don’t recognize Christ’s presence among us, in us.

In the beginning was the Word… There are few texts of scripture on which Christians have thought and reflected than the opening verses of John’s gospel. The English translation captures only a small portion of all that lies in the Greek word logos that connotes as well, reason, natural law, the order of the universe. And behind the Greek lies the Hebrew concept of wisdom—the idea expressed in the Old Testament that it was through wisdom that God created the universe.

These rich words convey to us something of the faith of the early Christians who confessed them and sang them in worship, but the profundity of what they confessed elude our grasp. What might it mean for our faith not just to confess, but to believe that in creation in this world around us, we see the presence of God, we detect Christ?

We live in a world that loves to compartmentalize and to criticize. We tie things up into neat packages—this is science, that is religion. This is my faith, there is the rest of my life. This is Christmas, that, well, that is the rest of the year. We tie things up in neat packages, even though life resists such neat categorization. We want things neat and tidy, but life is messy. On Christmas, we want to hear the old familiar story, to sing the carols, to go home and have a nice Christmas dinner, exchange presents, and tomorrow wake up, and get back to business as usual.

What we don’t want, not really, is to encounter Christ. Oh yes, we love the baby in the manger, we love the story of Mary and Joseph, of shepherds and angels, we love the warm fuzzy feelings that Christmas is so good at providing. We want Christ on our terms, not on God’s terms.

John’s gospel reminds us that Christmas is not just about all of that. John proclaims to us loudly and powerfully that the Christ who was born in Bethlehem is the Incarnate Word, present in all the universe, present in all our words, present in us.

Christ comes to us, of course, as the little baby in a manger in Bethlehem. But our faith also proclaims that Christ is present all around us, even when we fail to recognize Him. Christ is here, in this place as we worship. We encounter Christ as we gather around the altar and share in the Eucharist. Christ is present, too, in the poor, the homeless, the destitute. May the spirit of Christmas infect us and transform us, that we see Christ in all that we do, in everyone we meet, in our neighbor, and yes, in our enemy, too. Amen.

 

A broken world, a broken body–Bethlehem: A sermon for Christmas Eve, 2011

My next-door neighbor loves decorating for Christmas. Last year, he was out in the middle of a snow storm in the dark, stringing up lights. This year, he began earlier, the weekend after Thanksgiving. But he didn’t stop then. He has continued to fill the trees and shrubs in front of his house with strands of light. Some of them are tasteful, like the wreath and garland bedecked with white lights over his garage door. Others are less so. Among the latter, a dozen or so red-lit candy canes that appeared last weekend. He is exuberant in his decoration. His joy for the season is on display for all to see, every night. Continue reading

Perplexed and Pondering: A Sermon for the Fourth Sunday in Advent, Year B

December 18, 2011

Today is the fourth Sunday of Advent and our attention turns to the story of the birth of Jesus. Our attention turns to Mary. As you know Christians have speculated for nearly two thousand years about Mary. Why Mary? In answer to that question, elaborate theologies and doctrine have developed to explain what set Mary apart, why God chose her as the woman who would give birth to Jesus Christ. The irony is that as important as the question why Mary has been for two thousand years of the Christian tradition, it’s not a question Luke, the gospel writer who tells us the most about her, is interested in. Continue reading

Beginnings Matter: A Sermon for the Second Sunday in Advent, Year B

December 4, 2011

Beginnings matter. Memorable beginnings can make all the difference. “Call me Ishmael.” What novel is that from? “It was the best of times; it was the worst of times.” Recognize that? “It was a dark and stormy night,” the first sentence of a novel by Bulwer-Lytton, a nineteenth century English novelist, made famous by Charles Schulz in the comic strip Peanuts. That sentence is so famous that there is now a contest each year for the best worst opening of a novel.

If novels aren’t your thing, what about movies? Are there any opening shots in movies that are fixed in your memory, or even fixed in our cultural consciousness? For people of a certain age, perhaps the opening sequence of 2001: A Space Odyssey, or perhaps Star Wars. Long, long ago, in a galaxy far far away. Continue reading

Looking for signs of Christ’s Coming: A Sermon for Advent 1, Year B

November 27, 2011

 Apparently, Harold Camping has given up. He’s retired, quit preaching, and quit setting dates for the second coming. You remember Harold Camping. He’s the guy who predicted the world would end on May 21. His followers bought advertising all over the place, hyped it up, and stoked a media frenzy. When May 22 dawned, Camping regrouped, said that he had got his calculations wrong, and said, no the real date was October 21. After that, he threw in the towel. He has decided that whatever God was telling him, and is continuing to tell him, he will no longer announce to the world that date of Jesus’ return. Continue reading

I sing a song of the saints of God: A Homily for All Saints’ Sunday

I love cemeteries; I have loved cemeteries for a very long time. The best ones are sacred places of beauty and repose, where one can wander and ponder the lives of those who lie buried. I suppose I first encountered the sacred power of graveyards when I visited the Jewish cemetery of the German town of Worms, which was established in the Middle Ages and chronicled the life and struggles of that community through the centuries to the Nazi period. But it was in New England where I come to love spending time in cemeteries. There were the colonial cemeteries in Boston and elsewhere, like Copps Hill, or Old North burial ground, the churchyard of St. Paul’s Newburyport, or the old burying ground in that same city. I could wander in them for hours, reading inscriptions of famous men and women, and of those who were known only to a few friends and family. I also liked to visit Mt. Auburn cemetery, said to be the first in America to be created as much as a beautiful landscape as for more utilitarian reasons. Continue reading

Giving, Receiving and the Love of God and Neighbor: A Sermon for Proper 25, Year A

October 23, 2011

One of the most memorable experiences in my life was the first time I distributed bread during the Eucharist. It is one of those roles that in the Episcopal Church is reserved to the ordained. To that point, I had participated in almost every way in the Eucharistic celebration. I had prepared the table, shared the cup with the congregation. What I remember most about that first time, and what continues to dominate my experience of sharing the bread, is seeing all of those hands reaching out to receive the bread—big hands, small hands, hands of every shape, size, and color, hands wrinkled by age, and the hands of a toddler—all of them reaching out in desire, and hope, and hunger. Continue reading

Give to God that which is God’s: A sermon for Proper 24, Year A

So, this is some of what I intended to preach this morning…

October 16, 2011

I don’t often get preached at. Around here, I’m usually doing the preaching, and when I’m not, when someone else—Carol, Margaret, or Max, for example—is preaching, they’re not usually preaching with me in mind (except as a critic, perhaps) they are trying to help you understand and hear God’s word. I was at diocesan convention this weekend and in his sermon at the convention Eucharist, the Bishop preached to us, to all of us, clergy and lay people, gathered together to make decisions for the Diocese of Milwaukee. Continue reading

God’s generosity, our generosity: A Sermon for Proper 23, Year A

October 9, 2011

On the surface, the parables we heard this morning seem quite familiar to us. Hearing a story about a king throwing a wedding banquet may conjure up for us memories of the royal wedding last spring. All the more so, because one of the chief fascinations with that event was the suspense about the wedding dress and what all of the guests would be wearing. In contemporary culture, weddings are one of those few occasions we have when people get dressed up in their finest and expect a really good party. Continue reading