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“Who Are You?”-- Genesis 2:4b-9, Romans 8:14-19-- June 29, 2014

“Who Are You?”-- Genesis 2:4b-9, Romans 8:14-19-- June 29, 2014

 

In this “not ordinary time” – this so-called “Ordinary” time between Pentecost and Advent in which the current condition of our planet begs us to stop and re-consider how we are living–in this “not ordinary time” there are some core questions we need to consider. If we are to survive and adapt to the inevitable changes that are now in motion, if we are to make conscious choices about what direction we want our world to head, if we are to leave the planet with a chance for our children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren to enjoy even a portion of the beauty and abundance generations before us have known, then we’d better get clear about who we are and Whose we are.

Last week we considered the question, “Where do you come from?” and looked at a few origin stories–the origin story in Genesis 1, which tells us we are from a God who creates, who savors beauty, who moves in rhythms, who rests; and the origin story of the Big Bang, which tells us we are made of stardust, of the same elements as the stars and moons and planets and galaxies, the same elements as the dust of our earth and the other creatures of our earth.

Today we consider the question, “Who am I? Who are you?” It’s related to last week’s inquiry, “Where do you come from?” and the piece of the origin story in Genesis 2 that Barbara read for us this morning continues our search. This is the beginning of the second creation story in Genesis–different from the one in the first chapter–and the very first line that Barbara read for us should give us a clue to that–“In the day that the Lord God made the earth and heavens...”–just one day, not six. There are no plants or herbs yet, only a stream and a river bed, out of which God begins to fashion the creatures, beginning with adam, literally the earthling or earth creature, out of the adamah, the dust of the ground. Adam has no gender, or maybe both /all genders, and when God blows breath into the earthling, adam becomes a living being. It is then that God plants a garden in Eden, and puts Adam in it, “to till it and keep it.” That was our original role in creation--to serve the soil.

The story goes on, of course. “It is not good that the earthling should be alone,” God says. “I will make a partner, a helpmeet for adam.” After making all the other creatures of the earth–the birds and animals and every living thing, which Adam names, God still is not satisfied. And so putting the adam to sleep, God reshapes the earthling into two, now with genders, bone of one another’s bone, flesh of one another’s flesh. None of this is science or history, remember, but poetry, hymn, doxology, story, the mystery greater than facts and figures. We are made for relationship! the story sings, we are made for each other.

Who are you? Who am I? Our culture, our society, surrounds us with answers to those questions, from the lips of leaders and celebrities, in glossy advertisements and seductive commercials.

You are a consumer, we are told. You hold the key to our economy, to putting people back to work, to generating capital which makes the world go round. Your patriotic duty is to go shopping, to buy, to accumulate, to eat, to acquire. We need to consume food and water, of course, to stay alive, but the word “consumer” as a common term is relatively recent to the English vocabulary, less than 100 years old. Yet now it defines us. Even those who want to be conscientious ask, “How can I be a green consumer?”

You are an individual, our society says. Your primary obligation is to yourself and your family. It’s weak to depend on others. Take care of your own. Family first. Country first. Freedom is being able to do what you want.

You are nobody, our culture says, unless you’re famous, unless you’re wealthy, unless you’ve got power, unless you’re beautiful in the way the magazines define beauty, unless you win.

These stories that our culture tells us about ourselves are big on immediate gratification and profit, have no sense of obligation to future generations, and are leading us deeper and deeper into the ecological and political crisis we’re in.

The best of the Christian tradition tells us that we are beloved children of God. “For all who are led by the spirit of God are children of God,” Paul wrote to the church in Rome. It is what we affirm in baptism. You’ll recall the story of Fayette who was astounded and delighted to learn in her baptismal preparation class that when she was baptized, she would be “beloved, a precious child of God, beautiful to behold.” And when she came up sputtering and blinking from being immersed in the waters of baptism, she cried out, “And now I am?” “Beloved!” the congregation responded. “A precious child of God! Beautiful to behold!” “Oh yes!” Fayette affirmed. And even months later, when Fayette lay in the hospital, bruised and beaten after a savage attack, she could be heard saying to herself, “I am beloved... I am a precious child of God...and if you come back later, I’ll be beautiful to behold.” Who are you? A beloved child of God.

Who are you? You are meant for relationship, for community. The church is that community that affirms each one as beloved child of God, across geography and time. We are part of a great cloud of witnesses.

Who are you? You are a creature of the earth, your DNA only infinitesimally different from that of all other creatures, yet our origin stories tells us we were given the role of being stewards of all the creatures, caretakers of the earth. We are, in fact, co-creators, coming, as we do, from a creative God. We are makers of music, of art, of dance, or poetry. We are creators of homes and shelters, tenders of gardens, sewers of quilts and clothing, cabinet-makers, carvers of wood and stone.

Who are you? You are a disciple of Christ, a follower of the teachings and the Way of Jesus. Like Jesus, you have the potential to become fully human and fully divine, the glory of God being the human being fully alive.

The stories we tell about ourselves shape us. How we perceive ourselves affects how we act. Experiments in positive psychology have shown how self-perception changes actions. When we see ourselves doing even a small act of compassion or kindness, we begin to perceive ourselves as compassionate and kind; and we then act more compassionately and kindly. When we give something of ourselves to another or to a cause, we begin to see ourselves as generous and can build on that. Conversely, stories that tell us we are good for nothing, or only to consume, reinforce those self-perceptions and those pathways for acting.

Are we citizens of Empire or citizens of the Earth, author David Korten asks? (The Great Turning, cited on notordinarytimes.org) We must change our stories–or reclaim our stories–if we are to heal the earth and have something beautiful and liveable to pass on to future generations.
Humans from humus [writes Rev. Tom VandeSadt], ancient of lineage,

Extending back to savannahs, oceans,
Stardust, Creator.
Our blood, made red and salty by iron and oceans,
Iron formed by atoms flung into the cosmos by primordial explosions,
Salty from the waters in which our ancestors swam.
Our lungs, filled with oxygen,
Exhaled by light-drinking trees that inhale what we exhale.
Formed by stardust and water, earth dust and sunlight,
We are life among life, creature among creatures,
Kin to every fruit on life’s sacred vine.
Woven by creation’s threads, we are part of, not apart from...
(notordinarytimes.org)

“For all who are led by the Spirit of God are children of God,” Paul wrote. “...I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory about to be revealed to us. For the creation waits with eager longing for the revealing of the sons and daughters of God...

And I am? You are? Beloved, precious children of God, beautiful to behold. All creation waits for us to reclaim and live into that identity. Amen, and amen.

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
"Where do you come from?"-- Genesis 1:1-2:4a-- June 22, 2014

"Where do you come from?"-- Genesis 1:1-2:4a-- June 22, 2014

 

A couple weekends ago, Bruce and I went up to Middlebury for my 40th college reunion. It was an exquisite June weekend in Vermont, blue skies and brilliant sunshine during the day, and deeper blue skies and brilliant moon and stars by night. Friday night the College observatory on top of the Science Center was opened, with 3 smaller telescopes out on the roof and the big, 23-inch telescope reaching up through the dome. One of the retired astronomers who was there to provide extra help remarked, "Wow, we probably get 4 nights a year like this in Vermont."

Through the smaller telescopes, we saw the surface of the moon, including the shadows in the craters; we saw Saturn and its rings; we saw Jupiter and 4 of its moons. I needed a step ladder to reach the lens of the big telescope in the tower, and that was trained on M... 137..or some such number, a globular cluster some 20,000 light years away. It was awesome, in the original sense of the word. At a moment like that, I was reminded of a question one woman posed, wondering whether "we still want to pester God about good weather for the family reunion or the new member drive at church?" (Barbara Brown Taylor, The Luminous Web, pp. 90-1)

20,000 light years away. That means the light from that cluster of pinpricks we were looking at through the lens began its journey to earth 20,000 years ago–that’s what that globular cluster looked like 20,000 years ago, when here on earth, human beings were at the end of the Stone Age. The oldest non-contested human remains are 200,000 years old, although a few years ago archaeologists in Israel found 8 teeth that are believed to be human from 400,000 years ago.

I told you last week that I sometimes read metaphysical texts when I need to burn away the cobwebs forming in my brain. Thinking about 200,000 years ago and light that began its journey to the retina in my eye 20,000 years ago has the same effect. I am lost in the mystery, or as one of my favorite hymns puts it, "lost in wonder, love, and praise."

And yet, "in 1611, the King James translation of the Bible was published with a note to readers that creation had occurred on the evening before the 23rd of October in the year 4004 BC. In 1616, the Catholic church banned all books that suggested the earth moved at all." (BBT, op cit., p. 52) This calculation of the date of creation, I gather, was obtained by working back through the genealogies in the Bible from the time of Jesus. There are people today who still believe this, that the earth is 6,000 years old, and I struggle to understand how holding to such a belief gives glory to God and the evidence obtained through science doesn’t. The Dalai Lama, as you may know, has entered into collaboration with neuro-scientists at MIT who are interested in studying the brains of monks who have spent a lifetime meditating. The Dalai Lama has said that if science discovers something that shows an error in what Tibetan Buddhism had thought to be true, then, he says, we must change our belief. How different from the history of the Christian Church!

The opening chapter of Genesis which David read for us this morning is a story about origins. It is not history or science, but rather poetry, hymn, doxology, myth, not in the sense of something that is untrue, but rather a truth so big it can only be told in story. "If we in the post-modern world struggle to see truth in those art forms," as one writer puts it, "it is not because Scripture is lying. It is because our post-Enlightenment imaginations are impoverished." (Debie Thomas, Journey with Jesus, 6/9/14) Albert Einstein said, "Science without religion is lame; religion without science is blind." And the American humorist Will Rogers quipped, "We’re all ignorant, just on different subjects." (Both cited by BBT, op cit.)

When the Hebrew priests and sages wrote down this creation story, they were most likely living in exile in Babylon. They knew that if there was any hope of retaining a sense of identity in the midst of this foreign land, their people would need to have a way of remembering who they were. The origin myth of their Babylonian captors said that the "cosmos had been made from the dismembered corpse of the goddess Tiamat, whose skull was split by her youngest son Marduk. By murdering his evil mother, Marduk brought order out of chaos with an act of redemptive violence." (BBT, op cit., p. 27)

The Hebrew story was very different, and what we have in Genesis 1 and then in Genesis 2 & 3 are two of the stories that the Hebrews told to their children about who they were and Whose they were. We are their children as well, and if we can allow our imaginations to speak in their own language of images and poetry and song, we too can find deep truths here about who we are and where we come from.

We come from "a God who pays delighted attention," as one wise woman observed. (Debie Thomas, op cit.) "A God who lingers over leaf and wing," every scale and hoof, stream and crystal. This is not merely an engineering, mechanistic, utilitarian God, but a creative, artistic God with a sense of humor. Have you seen an aardvark or a zebra?

This is a world that is, before anything else, essentially good, not evil. The first word before evil or sin or flaw is blessing, original blessing, not original sin. Marcus Borg observes that "Genesis is strikingly world-affirming," not world-denying, (Cited by Thomas, op cit.) focused on this world, not some other, "heavenly" place. If "good" rather than "evil" were our default setting for looking at the world, might we see the world differently, when we are overwhelmed by the violence, destruction, depravity, and greed that so often seem to be the only way to describe it? Rather than simply holding on until we can get to "that other place," might not our broken hearts and deep gratitude for the beauty of this place nourish and empower us to do all that we can to heal the world?

We come from a God who makes all things new. Out of void and chaos, God doesn’t split open a skull and dismember a corpse, but God’s Spirit moved over the waters and breathed light, spoke a world, created human beings, male and female, out of God’s own image. You think Apple keeps coming up with new things? They are nothing compared to what God can create. Every morning you wake up it is actually a brand new day, never before dawned. Your body is new, different, as is the body of the person or dog or cat waking up beside you. This new day, this present, is a present, a gift. We come from a God who makes new things.

"...And there was morning, and there was evening, the second, and the third, and the fourth day." We come from a Source with rhythms, morning and evening, work and rest. Our 24-7 lifestyles are literally killing us. We’ve forgotten who we are, where we come from.

God also created and named the light and the darkness. We must not be too quick to dismiss the gifts of the darkness, as Barbara Brown Taylor’s latest book, called Learning to Walk in the Dark, reminds us–gifts of insight, of quiet, of rejuvenation, of stillness. In fact, all our dualisms, opposites–light and dark, good and evil, black and white, up and down, in and out–are fraught with peril. There is territory in between. If we can accept and affirm only one half of the dualism and reject the other, we end up blinded by the light, with stiff necks from looking only up, afraid of "the other," with only striving and no release, only aggression and no submission. "To want a life with only half these things in it is to want half a life," one sage observed, "shutting the other half away where it will not interfere with one’s bright fantasies of the way things ought to be." (Debie Thomas, op cit.)

And finally, for now, this origin story tells us that we are made in the image of God. What does that possibly mean? Physically? Spiritually? Morally? Those are questions to be pondered and experienced throughout a lifetime. We are made in the image of God. But in Jesus of Nazareth, we do seem to get the beginning of an answer. This is what it means to be fully human in the image of God. This is the deep truth of who we are and Whose we are. This is the Fully Human One, what we are intended to be, what we all can be, if we open to, awaken in, the fullness of God that is our heritage and birthright. We are sons and daughters of God. That’s what the origin story in Genesis 1 is telling us. That’s what Jesus tells us.

That other current origin story–the story of the Big Bang–tells another truth about us. It says that from a "singularity," a primordial burst of energy spewed elements and fire, stars and galaxies, planets that cooled and tilted, like ours did, at 23 ½ degrees, and from that stardust, all life and all the features and creatures on earth were formed. "We are stardust," Joni Mitchell sang, "we are golden..." The 2nd creation story in Genesis says the same thing in a different way– "And the Lord God formed the earth creature (adam) from the dust of the ground." How can we poison, use up, exploit the earth, without committing suicide? This is who we are!

"Mommy, where did I come from?" the little boy asked his mother. "Oh man, this is it," she moaned. Sweating, fretting, the mom did her best to describe the process where moms and dads come together, and there’s an egg and a sperm, and it grows inside the mommy’s tummy, and finally the baby comes out of his mother’s body. The little boy looked confused. "But where was I born?" he asked a different way. "In Utica," the mom replied. "Oh," he said, and went back to his Luke Skywalker action figure and its desert scooter.

Lots of different origin stories. Where do you come from? Utica? Blackwell, Oklahoma? Pownal? Switzerland? California? Mississippi? What is the question you’re asking really? If the question is deep enough, the first chapter in Genesis is a good place to start looking for some answers. "In the beginning, God...."

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
"One, Two, Three...What?!"-- 2 Cor. 13:11-13, Matthew 28:16-20--June
15, 2014

"One, Two, Three...What?!"-- 2 Cor. 13:11-13, Matthew 28:16-20--June 15, 2014

 

Trinity Sunday is the only Sunday in the Christian year devoted to a doctrine; and yet the great 20th century theologian Karl Rahner "claimed that if the Trinity were to quietly disappear out of Christian theology, never to be mentioned again, most of Christendom would not even notice its absence." (Cynthia Bourgeault, The Holy Trinity and the Law of Three, p. 1) As one Lutheran preacher put it, "a) I don’t fully understand the Trinity, b) I don’t expect to this side of the eschaton, and c) I tend not to trust those who say they do." (David Lose, WorkingPreacher. com, 6/9/14) Amen.

And yet, here we are on the Sunday after Pentecost, when we celebrated the gift of the Holy Spirit to the gathered and bewildered followers of Jesus after his death, adding to their experiences of the God whom Jesus taught about and the God whom they experienced, somehow, in him. When they tried to tell others about their experience of God, they soon found themselves defending their belief in one God. How is it, they were asked, that you say you believe in the God of Israel, creator of the universe, yet you also say that this Jesus is God and this Spirit that overwhelmed you and taught you to speak in tongues is also God? "God in three persons," we sang in our opening hymn. Only three? What about God as mother bear, or source of living water, or judge, or lamb–all Biblical images for the Holy One? Or the 99 names of God that Islam knows (the 100th name of God is unknowable, they wisely teach)? God in 3 persons? "a) I don’t fully understand the Trinity, b) I don’t expect to this side of the eschaton, and c) I tend not to trust those who say they do."

There does seem to be something about the number 3 that has a completeness and unity and dynamism to it, that other numbers do not have. Emily Dickinson invoked the Bee, the Butterfly, and the Breeze. The ancient Celts called on a trinity of birds: Wren, Raven, and Wild Goose, known for different qualities of compassion, courage, and character. (Nancy Rockwell, The Bite in the Apple, 6/7/14) They invoked the female trinity of virgin, bride, and crone, each with powers for regeneration and fertility and called upon in blessings of fields, hearths, and marriage beds.

A common object lesson in teaching children about the Trinity is the apple, with its seeds, flesh, and skin. Three in one. God in three persons–Father, Son, and Holy Spirit–but it is this notion of "persons" that often distracts us from the original intent of this doctrine or teaching, which was less about who God is and more about how God is. The 4th c. church fathers who articulated this doctrine of the Trinity actually described these three personae–less "persons" and more states of being, like steam, water, and ice–as engaged in a perpetual dance–perikoresis was the Greek word they used. Constantly flowing in and around and through one another. God as community. This is who and how God is. "The universe is not a collection of objects, but a communion of subjects," the late ecological theologian Thomas Berry wrote. The same could be said of God. Not a collection of persons but a communion of subjects.

St. Patrick, bringing the gospel to Ireland and into that ancient trinitarian Celtic culture, invoked the Trinity on his deathbed in the hymn written on his breastplate–

I bind unto myself today the strong name of the Trinity, by invocation of the same, the Three in One, the One in Three.

I bind unto myself today, the virtues of the starlit heaven, the glorious sun’s life-giving ray, the whiteness of the moon at even, the flashing of the lightning free, the whirling wind’s tempestuous shocks, the stable earth, the deep salt sea, around the old appointed rocks.

Christ beneath me, Christ above me, Christ in quiet, Christ in danger, Christ in hearts of all that love me, Christ in mouth of friend and stranger.

It was a swirling, dancing, personal, earthy, moving portrait of God, capturing a sense of the how rather than the who of God. Our more traditional male trinity of Father, Son, and Holy Spirit (or Ghost, which is even scarier) has all too often become stagnant and familiar, instead of dynamic, mysterious, and strange.

But it is not just a matter of using different words, perhaps different genders, to retrieve and bring alive this description of God. In her book, The Holy Trinity and the Law of Three, Episcopal priest and wisdom teacher Cynthia Bourgeault writes that the Trinity "is primarily about process." (P. 15) She describes an up to now relatively unknown but ancient "Law of Three," perhaps with origins in the mystical traditions of the Eastern Orthodox Church, but also found in the Wisdom schools of Central Asia. I’ll conveniently spare you the wild and eccentric details of this metaphysical theory (convenient because I can barely follow the progression myself and only read this stuff when I want to burn away the cobwebs forming in my brain), but basically what the Law of Three says is that every new arising is the result of three forces–an affirming, a denying, and a reconciling force–coming together and acting upon one another. Another way of putting it is, "The interweaving of three produces a fourth in a new dimension." (P. 131)An example would be a seed (an affirming force), moist soil (a "denying" or steady force), and sunlight, bringing about the arising of a sprout–something new and in turn creative.

The Trinity of Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, Bourgeault writes, is in a progression of trinities, beginning with the very first, primordial coming into existence of the universe, out of the heart of God. The new arising that is produced from the Trinity of Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, Bourgeault posits, is the kingdom of heaven, which Jesus taught so consistently about. And the so-called kingdom of heaven is, of course, not a place, but a way of being; in fact, a way of awakening and being in the Body of Christ, not as the institutional church, but literally, mystically, in the body of Christ.

Nearly a thousand years ago, [Bourgeault writes], an Orthodox monk by the name of Symeon the New Theologian (949-1022) ...came up with yet a third meaning for the Body of Christ [in addition to the Church and the Eucharist]. This strikingly bold and intimate poem sets us down firmly upon that inner ground of transfiguration:

We awaken in Christ’s body

as Christ awakens our bodies,

and my poor hand is Christ. He enters

my foot, and is infinitely me.

I move my hand, and wonderfully

my hand becomes Christ, becomes all of Him

(for God is indivisibly

whole, seamless in his Godhood).

I move my foot, and at once

he appears like a flash of lightning.

Do my words seem blasphemous?–Then

open your heart to Him.

And let yourself receive the one

who is opening to you so deeply.

For if we genuinely love Him,

we wake up inside Christ’s body

where all our body, all over

every most hidden part of it,

is realized in joy as Him,

and He makes us utterly real,

and everything that is hurt, everything

that seemed to us dark, harsh, shameful,

maimed, ugly, irreparably

damaged, is in Him transformed

And recognized as whole, as lovely,

and radiant in His light.

We awaken as the Beloved

in every part our body.

Talk about a "new arising"! And, just to make things more fun, this is not the final Trinity, Bourgeault suggests, although it has lasted some two thousand years. There is one more, with this awakened kingdom of heaven as one of the three forces, out of which the end point, the fullness of God, arises, and everything is folded into oneness.

Who needs drugs to venture into wild and mind-blowing territory?! Perhaps we have come full circle--"a) I don’t fully understand the Trinity, b) I don’t expect to this side of the eschaton, and c) I tend not to trust those who say they do." This is still an accurate description of how I regard at the Trinity, though I’m beginning to see it less as a dead doctrine and more of a living, moving mystery. David Lose, who wrote this a, b, and c, suggests that it might be more helpful to look at what he calls "Trinitarian congregations." "The short definition of a Trinitarian congregation [he writes] is one that sees itself as called and sent by the Holy Spirit to bear witness to the good news of Jesus Christ in word and deed for the sake of the world God created and loves so much." (Op cit.) To intentionally work on becoming a Trinitarian congregation is probably more useful than trying to understand the inner workings of Trinity, though I have to say that there are more possibilities and potential in this ancient, wild-eyed doctrine than I had ever thought before.

The aliveness and relevance of this dancing, creative, unfolding description of how God is–and we are made in God’s image, remember-- only makes sense if we are awake to its presence and possibilities. If we are "awake" in Christ’s body and Christ awakens in us, as Symeon the "New" Theologian of the 10th c. wrote about, we become part of bringing about the new arising, the kingdom of heaven, and the more of us who are so awake, the more others may experience that utterly amazing healing, hope, and wholeness which God intends for the whole world.

Through it all, wherever and whatever this Trinity or the future unfolds for us, may we remember Jesus’ promise to his followers: "And lo, I am with you always, even to the close of the age." So may the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, the love of God, and the communion of the Holy Spirit be with all of you." Amen, and amen.

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
"Coming Together/Still I Rise"-- Acts 1:6-14, John 17:1-11-- June 1,
2014

"Coming Together/Still I Rise"-- Acts 1:6-14, John 17:1-11-- June 1, 2014

 

This past Thursday marked the 40th day after Easter. There was a parking lot full of cars at Christ the King Church on Rt. 7 in Rutland when I drove past late Thursday afternoon on my way to a meeting at Grace Church. Our Roman Catholic brothers and sisters were at church for the Ascension Day liturgy.

"After [Jesus’] suffering, [we read in Acts], he presented himself alive to them by many convincing proofs, appearing to them during forty days and speaking about the kingdom of God."

40 days (again)– as long as it took–to convince them that Death really had not destroyed him, had not ultimately separated him from them, 40 days to give them glimpses of resurrection life and how the power of God to give life was fundamentally different from the power of empire to inflict death.

"It is not for you to know the times or periods that the Father has set by his own authority [Jesus said to the gathered disciples]. But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you; and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth." When he had said this, as they were watching, he was lifted up, and a cloud took him out of their sight.

Gone again, but this time they seemed to have an assignment, a purpose for living. They were to receive the same power that Jesus had received from God, the Holy Spirit, the Advocate, and then they would be witnesses to that healing, life-giving power in Jerusalem, in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth.

The rising of Jesus occurs in 3 stages, one commentator points out [Nancy Rockwell, The Bite in the Apple, 5/25/14] beginning with his resurrection on Easter. We will celebrate the 3rd stage next Sunday on Pentecost, when he rises into the life of the Spirit, but today we celebrate that 2nd step–his ascension–into heaven, which is another way of saying, into fullness of the presence of God. "In my Father’s house are many dwelling places," Jesus had told his disciples in John’s gospel, trying to describe the indescribable fullness of the presence of God; the Great Feast was another image he used; the Great Cloud of Witnesses is yet another image used by the church. "He was lifted up, and a cloud took him out of their sight."

It was a poignant time for those left behind without his physical presence. Yes, Jesus promised that they would not be left alone, that they would, indeed, be filled with the same power that he had received from God, but as it is with any of our loved ones, it is that physical presence, that earthen vessel in which we have known this person, that we ache for when they are gone from our sight. And so Jesus prays for them.

In this great, long prayer in John’s gospel, Jesus prays for his disciples who are staying in the world. "Keep them safe," he prays to God, "make them one, as you and I, Father, are one, I in them and you in me." Rather than the language of increasing separation, Jesus talks of ever-increasing union and communion. Just as Jesus had experienced God with and within him, so would the disciples–so would we–experience God with and within them, with us and within us.

The traditional image of Jesus’ ascending into heaven has him then seated at the right hand of God Almighty, "from thence he shall come to judge the quick and the dead," as the creed says. Over and above. Far off, but having sent a messenger, an intermediary, an intercessor. The Church set itself up in similar fashion–Christ as head, then the bishop or pope as earthly head, then cardinals, priests, ministers over "the people," the laity. It wasn’t all that different a management model than the Empire used for governance.

But listen to this alternative model or image that early 20th century Jesuit priest and paleontologist Pierre Teilhard de Chardin put forth–

Remain true to yourself, but move ever upward toward greater consciousness and greater love! At the summit you will find yourselves united with all those who, from every direction, have made the same ascent. For everything that rises must converge." [cited by Nancy Rockwell, op cit.]

Teilhard –this Jesuit priest who had studied the footprints of evolution--believed that God’s intention was in fact moving evolution toward an "Omega Point," an ultimate convergence in Christ. "For everything that rises must converge." We rise to communion, to greater union with God. Eternal life, as Jesus described in his prayer in John, is "to know God." The late Biblical scholar Walter Wink saw Jesus’ "ascension" as actually his "descent" into the collective unconsciousness of humanity, planting deep within us the archetype of the Fully Human One, which Jesus was. Let that rise from within you.

So what does any of this have to do with the price of beans or bread, as they say? What possible impact might this ancient, fairy-talelike story have on our lives? It has to do with how we imagine God at work in our lives and what we "give worth to," that is, what we worship. Do we literally spend our lives burrowing down in the ultimate pursuit of money, of power, of success, of some ideal physical form, that sets us apart from others? Maybe above others?

Or do we participate in this rising with Christ, where ultimately we are joined with others and with God? If that is our choice, we will find that we are raised with him from all kinds of death–not only our final death, but also all those "little deaths"–the death of relationships or of dreams, the loss of a job or the loss of our health. Death does not have the final word. Secondly we can leave time and space in our lives for the practices that open us up to the power and presence of God, so that we come together with Christ and with all who, remaining true to the selves whom God created them to be, "move ever upward into greater consciousness and greater love." Practices like prayer and meditation, worship, devotional reading, working together for justice and healing.

This view of how God works impacts how we view others and the world. As tributes poured in this week upon the death of the great poet Maya Angelou, I couldn’t help but smile at the association of one of her best loved poems with Ascension Day, just one day after her death. That poem is entitled, "Still I Rise"--

You may write me down in history

with your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I’ll rise. ..

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops,

Weakened by my soulful cries? ...

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I’ll rise...

Out of the huts of history’s shame

I rise

Up from a past that’s rooted in pain

I rise

I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise. [From The Complete Collected Poems of Maya Angelou, pp. 163-4]

Remain true to yourself, but move ever upward toward greater consciousness and greater love! At the summit you will find yourselves united with all those who, from every direction, have made the same ascent. For everything that rises must converge.

May we too rise and come together, sharing the bread and the cup, becoming, as we are, one body, of the same blood, converging into Christ, who is our life, our light, our love. Amen.

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark

 
"To an Unknown God"-- Acts 17:22-31-- May 25, 2014

"To an Unknown God"-- Acts 17:22-31-- May 25, 2014

 

It was a very impressive gallery. The wood floor glistened. The lighting was subtle but targeted directly to bring out the shape and shimmer of the objects– a glistening Oscar statue from the Academy of Arts and Sciences; an Emmy, a Tony, an Obie, a Grammy–all the highest awards given to stars of stage and screen and concert hall and internet downloads. There was a Heisman trophy, a Stanley cup, an Olympic gold medal, a Wimbledon cup, a green Master’s jacket–prized honors to athletes at the top of their game. There were framed magazine covers– Time’s Man and Woman of the Year, the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue, People’s 50 Most Beautiful People, Forbes’ Richest Man, faces and bodies that represent the ideal human form and station in life. And then in one corner was a black and white photograph of a young woman with Afro-Eurasian features– a blend becoming more and more common. Her clothes hung off her body; her eyes were haunting. She was holding a young child in one arm and clutching a plastic garbage bag in the other, leaning wearily against a cement wall, on which had been spray-painted the words, "And the winner is....?"

It was not so unlike the marketplace through which the apostle Paul walked almost 2000 years ago in Athens. "Athenians," he said, standing on the steps of the Areopagus, "I see how extremely religious you are in every way. For as I went through the city and looked carefully at the objects of your worship, I found among them an altar with the inscription, ‘To an unknown god.’"

Luke, the author of Acts, tells us that "all the Athenians and the foreigners living there would spend their time in nothing but telling or hearing something new." The philosophers debated with one another, and welcomed Paul into their debate, saying "May we know what this new teaching is that you are presenting? It sounds rather strange to us, so we would like to know what it means." This was a gathering of seekers, "engaged [as one commentator describes it] in intellectual conversation, searching questions, honest answers, lively debate, and real dialogue." (Rev Anne Howard, The Beatitudes Society, 5/20/14)

In the midst of various altars and idols, with the sound of hawkers and sellers and philosophers and chanters, there stood that one altar with the inscription, "To an unknown god." "Maybe it’s not enough," the altar seemed to say for the Athenians, "maybe it’s not enough that we worship the sun over our heads and the ground beneath our feet... Maybe between the altar to the Goddess of the harvest and the God of the sea we’ve missed something..." [Howard, op cit.] "To an unknown god."

That market place, that gallery I mentioned at the beginning, is what we walk through everyday. All around us, on airwaves and microwaves, in magazines and newspapers, on small screens and big screens, the altars of the gods our society worships are all around us. "I see how very religious you are," we might say, even though most people would protest and say, "Oh, I’m not religious, but I’m spiritual."

Paul’s speech--we might even call it a sermon– may be a good model for us as we try to engage in conversation with our "spiritual but not religious" friends and neighbors and family. Even though Luke tells us that Paul was "deeply distressed to see that the city was full of idols," he still looks for common ground. "I see how extremely religious you are," he says, ‘and I found among your idols and altars an altar with the inscription, ‘To an unknown god.’" Paul meets the Athenians where they are and, at least as he begins, he does so without judgment.

"I see that you are seeking." Isn’t that a much better place for conversation than "You’ve got it all wrong" or "I know that I’m right"? "To an unknown god" is a much more honest ascription than a claim to The One and Only Truth, which, of course, Christians have done all too often. Too often we have taken Mystery out of that mysterious name for God–"I am"– and narrowed down the path that Jesus called "the way," shrunk the shimmering wisdom of his "truth," and cut off huge parts of "the life" he embodied–"I am the way, the truth, and the life." "To an unknown God." You must not speak the name of God, our Jewish forebears warned.

St. Augustine, who did quite a bit of seeking of his own in his youth, looking for love in all the wrong places, as they say, wrote, "Our hearts are restless until they find their rest in Thee." Our strivings, our addictions, our obsessions, all the things that we make religions or gods of, are all, at their heart, at their deepest level, longings for God. Paul talked about this to the Athenians–

The God who made the world and everything in it, the one who is Lord of heaven and earth, does not live in shrines made by human hands, nor is that One served by human hands, as though needing anything, since God gives Godself to all mortals life and breath and all things. From one ancestor God made all nations to inhabit the whole earth, and allotted the times of their existence and the boundaries of the places where they would live, so that they would search for God and perhaps grope for God and find God–though indeed God is not far from each one of us. For [Paul said, quoting one of the Greek philosophers] in him we live and move and have our being’; as even some your own poets have said, ‘For we too are God’s offspring.’

This is the human condition, Paul is saying, this longing for something deep and true and beautiful within us, and in our own experience, we know that to be true. We "know" all sorts of things–we are constantly "telling or hearing something new," like those who heard Paul–in biology, technology, psychology, geology, astronomy–so many discoveries and insights into the way we human beings, our world, our universe work, and yet, and yet... the more we know, many scientists will tell you, the more we discover what we don’t know. The Mystery continues to deepen.

And for all we "know," those of us who may be spiritual and religious,"we still don’t quite know how to name God,[as one writer put it,] or how to name ourselves in relationship with God, not to mention Jesus." And particularly for those of us who don’t want to appear dogmatic or pushy, maybe we have never even tried to figure out who God is or who we are in relationship to God–to figure that out for ourselves, let alone try to explain to somebody else. And so we kind of just settle, we let it go. "Let go and let God," we may rationalize, but really, what do we do with that restlessness that Augustine talked about, that longing and hunger for Home? What do we do with those questions that we had as teenagers? What do we do with those questions about our purpose in life that plagued our young adult career choices? What about those unanswered questions of our midlife crises? Where do we leave those questions raised when we lose a loved one, or a job, or a dream? How do we understand the inevitable failings of our bodies? What about that big, final question, about death? This Memorial Day weekend we remember and we acknowledge our losses. Where can we find a place where it’s safe to keep on asking those questions? Where can we find companions in that search? If not here, we have no business staying in business.

To settle for that "unknown god" Paul says in essence, is to settle for ‘a polite little god who asks little of us." (Howard, op cit.) For Paul that is not enough. God is knowable, he tells the Athenians, we have experienced the true God in the man whom God raised from the dead. This God is the God of all creation, indeed the One in whom we live and move and have our being. Like fish are in the sea, we are in God, and we cannot separate some people or parts of creation off from God. Have you tried doing that with the ocean? We know that this God whom we know in Christ Jesus is not the god of empires. Though he suffered and died, Jesus was raised from death by God to demonstrate that nothing–not even death–can separate us from this God, who is love and light and life, whose power paradoxically is manifest in weakness, who may indeed appear as a poor young Afro-Eurasian woman holding a child and a garbage bag.

The Way of Jesus, in whom we know this God, along with the truth and the life, appears less and less naive to me as I look at the world around us, at the problems of our community, our nation, and our world. It appears less and less naive and more and more wise. This Way must be presented in the marketplaces and galleries of ideas and actions in our 21st c. world. It can stand up to and alongside some of the more dominant ones. Look where the way of empire and domination have gotten us and the planet on which we live. Look where the way of celebrity and riches have gotten people like LA Clippers owner Ronald Sterling, or Lindsay Lohan, or any number of casualties of the star-making cult. Look at the poisoned rivers and decimated mountaintops and black lungs which greed has produced. Look at the hopelessness and shame that our economic system has generated in our young people.

This "unknown" God whom we know in Christ Jesus offers us life-saving wisdom for the world and for our lives. We have got to find ways of living and sharing that good news with folks, with generations, for whom the language and norms of the church hold little meaning. It doesn’t mean that all those folks "out there" don’t long for God, by whatever name we call God. In a Pew Research survey, it was discovered that Millenials–those people between the ages of 18 and 33–pray with as much regularity as their grandparents. Just because they are not affiliated with faith communities doesn’t mean they are not seeking. The House for Sinners and Saints in Denver CO where the 6 foot tall, tattooed 30-something Rev. Nadia Bolz-Weber is pastor, describes its norm as "low obligation/high commitment." They meet on Sunday afternoons and have no pews or flags, but they share a longing for God and community in which to experience God, a place to come to know this "unknown" God.

"I will not leave you orphaned," Jesus says to his disciples in our reading from John’s gospel. He was speaking to them before his death, before they would have to face the world without his physical presence, but he assured them that they would not face it alone. The God who was in Him would be with and in them. God’s Spirit would advocate for and empower them and their community. He was addressing that same longing that the Athenians and that all of us have–to know that we are not alone, and, more than that, that we are loved and worthy of love. This is not a polite little god who asks little of us. This great God of love and light asks of us everything–all that we have and all that we are–and at the same time, asks nothing at all– we are simply loved completely and forever.

May we seek and come to know this God and even, as the catechism says, to "enjoy God forever." Amen, and amen.

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
"Abundant Life–really?"-- Acts 2:42-47, John 10:1-10-- May 11, 2014

"Abundant Life–really?"-- Acts 2:42-47, John 10:1-10-- May 11, 2014

 

Mother’s Day, for all the hearts and corsages, is a minefield. Absolutely we should acknowledge and express gratitude to our mothers who labored and nourished and nurtured us, who loved us and gave sacrificially of themselves, so that we might have life. Absolutely, although not just on one day of the year.

But sometimes the ones who did all that for us weren’t our biological mothers. Some-times, for a whole host of reasons, our biological mothers were unable to "mother" us, and so other people did, other women, even some men. Sometimes our mothers were so young, so wounded, so sick that our association with the word is very complicated. Some of us today are missing and grieving our mothers who are no longer physically with us. And that’s just looking in one direction, down the line of those who mothered us.

Then there’s the other direction, down the line of succession: those we have mothered–or didn’t. For some women, this day has painful associations–perhaps we’ve never been able to or chose not to give birth. Perhaps we’ve lost a child–or more than one. Perhaps we’ve given up a child, to adoption or foster care. Perhaps, like most of the women in the bible who were childless, we’ve been made to feel shame, or been pitied, because we weren’t "mothers."

So "Happy Mother’s Day" is a loaded expression. ...Which doesn’t mean you shouldn’t say it, just please think about it first. It may not be quite the sweet sound you assumed it to be.

"Good Shepherd Sunday," which this year is the same day as Mother’s Day, is another one of those days that sounds sweet and innocuous, especially if you’ve never known or been a shepherd, but, like other’s Day, Good shepherd Sunday has a bit more ‘bite" to it than it may seem. All the pictures and stained glass windows of Jesus as the Good Shepherd show him holding adorable lambs with happy sheep crowding around him. That probably wouldn’t have been the image that came to mind to the folks to whom Jesus told he was the Good Shepherd. Remember the Christmas story? The shepherds were keeping watch over their flocks by night, out in those fields, because nobody wanted them any closer. They were the unsavory, marginal characters whom no one else but God would think of entrusting good news to.

One commentator reminded me of another image–that of the shepherds in the movie "Brokeback Mountain." They were cowboys, she said, rugged, horse-riding, independent,[ and, of course in that movie, gay.] Nothing sweet or innocuous about them or about the nature of the business they were in.

In the 10th chapter of the gospel of John, Jesus uses a couple of different sheep-related images–"I am the gate for the sheep," he says. "I am the good shepherd." And he talks about the dangers of thieves and imposters.

In what is sometimes called "The Shepherd’s Psalm," Psalm 23, the psalmist writes about having a table spread in the presence of enemies, and walking through the valley of the shadow of death.

And finally, in the reading from Acts, we hear about the early Christian community in a way that many people think is probably idealized. They all lived together, shared everything in common, spent their days praying and worshiping, adding loads of people to their numbers each day and held in high regard by everyone. Really? Some 40 or 50 years later, which is when Acts was written, that may have been how Luke imagined it, but chances are, like every other human community, things were not quite so perfect.

So, in addition to being a lot grittier than we have sometimes been led to believe, what else do these texts for Good Shepherd Sunday have in common? The notion of sufficiency. "The Lord is my shepherd. I have everything I need." "All who believed were together and had all things in common; they would sell their possessions and goods and distribute the proceeds to all, as any had need." "I am the gate. Whoever enters by me will be saved, and will come and go out and find pasture...I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly." One could even argue that the challenge of motherhood is the challenge of enoughness–how do we provide children with what they need–for health, for wholeness, for discovering their true identity–

without giving them too much.

Of course, our culture has certain ideas about sufficiency and "enoughness," and the main lesson is, You can never have too much. You can never be enough. You hardly ever hear about "enough." If a little is good, a lot must be better, right? Our food is engineered so that we crave more and more. "Bet you can’t eat just one," the Lay’s Potato Chip commercial used to say, and they’d have a pretty good bet–all that fat and salt that most of us have become addicted to? It’s impossible to stop at "just one." And, clothes, toys, gadgets, ...the one who dies with the most toys wins, right? Or maybe just dies.

Of course, it’s money that we’re sure will make us happier if we get more and more. But actually, unless you’re at a sufficiently low level of income that you still need money to take care of basic needs–food, shelter, clothing-- it has been shown that levels of happiness do not increase over the long term with more and more money. Ask folks who’ve won the lottery or Publisher’s Clearinghouse. Usually, if they were happy before they won, they’ll end up being about as happy. If they were unhappy before they won, they’ll end up being just as unhappy. Sometimes it’s a nightmare.

"The Lord is my shepherd. I have everything I need." "All who believed were together and had all things in common; they would sell their possessions and goods and distribute the pro-ceeds to all, as any had need." Every December we witness the seemingly endless amount of stuff that we as a community have accumulated. It’s called the Serendipity sale. And there’s nothing like moving to discover just how much stuff you have. We as Americans are being buried by our stuff, and our landfills and storage units grow literally into mountains. While the Serendipity Sale is a great way to recycle some of that stuff, might we also think about establishing a kind of sharing system where we could commonly own–or at least use–items and appliances that we don’t all need to have all the time? Rototillers, snowblowers, sewing machines, carpet shampooers, chainsaws, camping equipment, maybe trucks or cars? The Time Bank is another example of exchanging and sharing time and talents. Our loan fund, in which we could pool more of our resources, might become a resource for those who want to purchase energy-efficient appliances but need a little help with their extra upfront costs. And of course, thinking of our air, water, soil, our ecosystem as held commonly might be a start in making sure the generations who come after us will have enough–to breathe, to drink, to grow food, to live.

"The Lord is my shepherd. I have everything I need." Despite the pastoral setting, it sound pretty stark. Does living in the sufficiency of God have to be sparce, bare, bland, colorless? "I came that they might have life, and have it abundantly," Jesus said. Really? What kind of abundance is he talking about? Author Cynthia Bourgeault writes,

What seemed disconcerting to nearly everybody was the messy, freewheeling largeness of [Jesus’] spirit. Abundance and generosity bordering on extravagant seemed to be the signatures of his teaching and his personal style....[In many of his parables] the thing that sticks in people’s craws is in each case the display of a generosity so beyond comprehension that it can only be perceived as ‘unfair.’ But as we look further, that extravagance is everywhere...

...the feeding of the five thousand, with 12 baskets of leftovers...the seed that falls on good soil yields 30-fold, 60-fold, 100-fold...the jar of priceless nard, poured over Jesus’ head and feet.

"It was not love stored up," Bourgeault writes, "but love utterly poured out that opened the gates to the kingdom of heaven. Over and over, Jesus lays this path before us. There is nothing to be renounced or resisted. Everything can be embraced, but the catch is to cling to nothing." (Wisdom Jesus, pp. 69-70)

The secret to abundant life is simply letting go of everything, allowing yourself to be emptied. We might even say, allowing yourself to be "enough." Because we live in such an abundance of Love, when we trust in the Source of that Love and don’t cling to or grab anything, Love flows freely through us and we ourselves become sources of love and life. It’s that simple. Easy, it’s not...maybe even a bit like "asking elephants to fly," as Bourgeault points out, but she goes on to say, "It is not a matter of believing in flying elephants so much as of purifying the heart." (The Meaning of Mary Magdalene, p. 52)

The practice of self-emptying which Jesus embodied "is not a stoic stance against a pitiless reality," she writes; "rather it is a direct gateway into a divine reality that can be immediately experienced as both compassionate and infinitely generous. Abundance surrounds and sustains us like the air we breathe; it is only our habitual self-protectiveness that prevents us from perceiving it." (Ibid., p. 104)

"I came that you might have life," Jesus said, "and have it abundantly." Greed and grasping and hoarding only stop up the flow of Love. "I am the gate," Jesus said. "Whoever enters by me–by the way of self-emptying, embracing and letting go–will be saved, and will come in and go out and find pasture....The Lord is my shepherd, I have everything I need."

We know that there are any number of false shepherds luring us to what they say are greener pastures, but they are thieves and bandits, as Jesus said. We and our children are bombarded by calls to come over where the grass is greener. Buy this. Eat this. Be this. Don’t be a fool and believe all that God and Love stuff. Look where it got Jesus.

Where it got him is resurrected. It got his band of sorry, clueless followers filled with the Spirit of Love and Life and Power that changed their lives and countless generations after them, not, granted, with a flawless record, but the abundant life he offered them is still offered to us. "The Lord is my shepherd. I have everything I need." "I am the gate"–that gate is the way to life for us and ultimately for the whole world. The Good Shepherd, God our Mother, a community that cares for all who have need, all of them more complex, more challenging, but ultimately more life-giving than any Hallmark card could ever portray. "I am the gate," Jesus said. May we enter through that gate and find abundant life. Happy Good Shepherd’s Day!

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
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“On the Road Again, Still, Always...”-- Luke 24:13-35-- May 4, 2014

“On the Road Again, Still, Always...”-- Luke 24:13-35-- May 4, 2014

 

Once upon a time, two companions were walking on the road to a place called Emmaus. Now, Emmaus isn’t on any map, which, of course, hasn’t kept the archaeologists, the scholars, those who would “re-trace” His steps, from trying to find it. There are at least 4 places within that 7-mile radius from Jerusalem that have been identified as “Emmaus,” but I prefer to think of Emmaus, as Fred Buechner suggests, as “the place to run to when we have lost hope or don’t know what to do, the place of escape, of forgetting, of giving up, of deadening our senses and our minds and maybe our hearts, too.” [The Magnificent Defeat, cited by Kate Huey in Sermon Seeds, 5/4/14]

So, once upon a time, two companions were walking on the road to a place called Emmaus, when a stranger fell into step beside them, and asked them what they were talking about. They could hardly believe he hadn’t heard. The events of the past days seemed so all-consuming to them, in fact, seemed to be boulders all around and in front of them–Don’t you see them? Ooh, look out! You’d better be careful....

But he turned out to be their guide through the rock-strewn path, re-reading the guidebook that had led them up to this point, drawing them into his calm, assured narrative, so that when he appeared to be heading on after they had reached the inn, they invited him to join them for a meal. It was only then, when he sat at table with them, and blessed and broke the bread, that the vibrations of their own bodies caught up with his, and they recognized him. And then he was gone again.

“Emmaus never happened. Emmaus always happens,” writes biblical scholar John Dominic Crossan. [The Historical Jesus, p. xiii] In this one, exquisitely written story, the early Christian community described their life in those days and months and years after Jesus was crucified. It was in the encounter with strangers, with scripture, in the breaking of the bread as he had done, that they encountered the Risen Christ in their midst, over and over again. Traveling two by two, being invited into homes, sharing meals, telling the story, bringing healing and good news, they experienced His presence, saw His face, and then he vanished from their sight...only to turn up again as they were walking down the road, sitting at table, telling the story, again, still, always.

Once upon a time, two companions were walking on the road to a place called Emmaus... “but their eyes were kept from recognizing him.” It was their self-pity and nostalgia that kept them from recognizing him, Cynthia Bourgeault suggests. “Clearly they are stuck in their story, [she writes] and their stuckness is what makes them unable to see the person standing right before their faces.” [Wisdom Jesus, p. 129]

Are you stuck in a story that keeps you from recognizing the Risen Christ walking beside you? Maybe it’s a story about how the world “really” works–that the rich get richer and the poor get poorer, that might makes right, and that the one who dies with the most toys wins, and you’re a fool if you think otherwise. You won’t find salvation in hanging out with homeless, powerless people. Is that the story you’re living? Or maybe like the two companions stuck in their story of self-pity and nostalgia, you can only see how much you’ve lost, how much better things used to be. Or maybe you’re just so busy you don’t even think you’ve got time for stories–you’ve got this meeting to go to, and this practice or lesson to get the kids to, or this doctor’s appointment or that deadline. Maybe there’s just so much noise and distraction and so many text messages and e-mails that whatever vibration the Risen Christ is on, you’re pretty sure you’re not on the same frequency.

Once upon a time, two companions were walking on the road to a place called Emmaus, that place we run to when we have lost hope or don’t know what to do, the place of escape, of forgetting, of giving up, or deadening our senses and our minds and maybe our hearts, too... Do you know that road?

Christ is risen. Christ is risen indeed. But the story of Emmaus tells us that resurrection is not enough. “You still need scripture and eucharist,” Dom Crossan writes, “tradition and table, community and justice; otherwise, divine presence remains unrecognized and human eyes remain unopened.” [The Birth of Christianity, p. xi.] The risen Christ doesn’t invite his companions on the road to share a meal. They invite him. It’s the same, still, always. He won’t barge in unwanted or uninvited. That’s not the kind of power God wields. But hospitality and openness make transformation possible. Our transformation. The world’s transformation.

Once upon a time, two companions were walking on the road to a place called Emmaus... and they invited the stranger who had joined them in to have dinner with them. “When he was at table with them, he took bread, blessed and broke it, and give it to them. Then their eyes were opened and they recognized him; and he vanished from their sight.”

So may we invite friend and stranger – and the Risen Christ – to the table. Emmaus never happened. Emmaus always happens. “Lord Jesus, be our holy guest. Our morning joy, our evening rest. And with our daily bread impart Thy love and peace to every heart.”

May it be so. Amen.
Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
"Then,....as now...."-- Matthew 28:1-10-- 10 a.m. Easter 2014

"Then,....as now...."-- Matthew 28:1-10-- 10 a.m. Easter 2014

 

When I was growing up, there was a Clairol commercial that focused in on a lovely, vibrant woman with great hair, and "the hook" was, "Does she, or doesn’t she?"  Does she color her hair, or is that her natural hair color?  And, the answer was that, if she used Clairol products, "only her hairdresser knows for sure."

The implication was that one should only color–or dye–one’s hair discreetly.  You wouldn’t want people to know that that wasn’t your own natural, beautiful hair.  Of course, things have changed.  When our son Alex was a teen-ager, I was absolutely relieved to know that he dyed his hair, because, dear God,  if that electric blue color was his own natural color, we had a far bigger problem than adolescent self-expression!

"Does she, or doesn’t she?"  "Did he, or didn’t he?"  That’s the question that has been asked over and over on Easter Sundays throughout the centuries.  Did Jesus physically rise from the dead, or didn’t he? Or Did somebody actually steal the body?  or Was it just in the imagination of his followers, or was it just a metaphor, or did he rise in some other body?  You can spin yourself dizzy pondering those questions, and you’re welcome to do that.

But, as Fr. Richard Rohr writes, "Up to now, it has been common, with little skin off anyone’s back, to intellectually argue or religiously believe that Jesus’ physical body could really ‘resurrect.’  That was much easier than to ask whether we could really change or resurrect.  It got us off the hook–the hook of growing up, of taking the search for our True Selves seriously."  (Rohr, Immortal Diamond, p. ix) So, rather than asking, "Did he, or didn’t he?" it might be more important to ask, "Are we, or aren’t we?"  Or even, "Is he, or isn’t he?"  Is Christ still being raised today, in our world?  Have you seen Him?

Matthew says that when the Risen Christ appeared to the women, they took hold of his feet and worshipped him.  There is a bronze sculpture of a homeless Christ, created by the Canadian sculptor Timothy Schmalz.   The only U.S.statue is in Davidson, NC, in front of St. Albans Episcopal Church.  Jesus is depicted as a vagrant, "huddled under a blanket, his face and hands obscured; only the crucifixion wounds on his uncovered feet give him away." (John Burnett, NPR)   St. Albans Church is in a fairly wealthy neighborhood, and one lady actually called the police the first time she saw it while driving by–there was a man sleeping on a bench out in front of the church! Scandal! Another neighbor, who lives down the block from the church, wrote a letter to the editor, saying the statue "creeps him out."

The sculptor took a miniature version of the statue to the Vatican to see if they might be interested in having the sculpture there.  Pope Francis immediately put his hands on the knees of Jesus the Homeless, closed his eyes, and prayed.  Not surprisingly, there will be an installation of the statue on the avenue leading up to St. Peter’s Basilica.

Meanwhile, back in Davidson, the rector says that, despite those few negative reactions, "It is now common to see people come, sit on the bench, rest their hand on the bronze feet and pray."

The question isn’t "Did he or didn’t he?" but rather "Is he, or isn’t he" being raised and appearing in the midst of our world today, even, as he said, in the guise of those who live on the margins? Do we have eyes to see him here and now? Is he or isn’t he being raised in your life?  If, as Fr. Rohr contends, the Risen Christ is an icon–a charged image-- of full consciousness, the resurrection of our True Selves, then just as the Christ Risen in formerly fearful and dense disciples became a threat to the empire, so the Christ Risen in us, as our True Selves, may be a risk and threat to the world as we’ve constructed it.  "After any ‘raising up’ of our True Selves,’ [he writes] we will no longer fit into many groups [like our families or former groups of friends], even much of religious society."  (X-xi.)

Taking our own growth seriously is a threat to others who haven’t made that decision for themselves.   What do you mean, you don’t want to.... whatever–have another beer or joint, you don’t want to hang out with so and so, Are you too good for us now?  Who do you think you are? We’d rather have your old self back, not this new "True Self."  Those are Good Friday words.

"We know how to live in a Good Friday world," one writer says, "where innocent people get killed and the weak get stepped on, but to live in a world where love is victorious over hate, where hope is stronger than despair, is difficult, a challenge to conventional wisdom." (Joseph S. Harvard, Journal for Preachers, Easter 2014, p 4)    We live in a Good Friday world of inevitable climate change and loss of species.  We live in a Good Friday world of money equaling power, let alone speech, and where fewer and fewer people have most of the money and therefore most of the power.  We live in a Good Friday world where bad news is the only news.

And the news is grim every day–this senseless act of violence here, that tale of human negligence or weakness or stupidity or depravity there, this ecosystem poisoned and doomed, those children weakened with hunger and disease. Or closer to home, this ongoing struggle with addiction, a family torn apart by abuse and dysfunction, my own failures and sorrows.  We get the stuff that leads to Good Friday.

But the Good News of Easter is that Easter "is utter newness," as Walter Brueggemann says. And the really good news is that "It does not depend on us, not even on our expectation.  It is given to us....[and] Given our culture of deep and honest despair that is bereft of expectation, the news of Jesus is both urgent and credible." [Brueggemann, Journal for Preachers, Easter 2014, p. 2)

Utter newness.  It sure seems like the same old same old.  Our eyes and ears have grown dim to the really Real, so accustomed we are to the air-brushing and smoke and mirrors and spin. But Easter "does not depend on us, not even on our expectation.  It is given to us."   So we must not close our eyes and ears to the new life that even now is emerging from the most unlikely places.  Keep your heart open to the softening that God’s melody and love seek to sing in you.

Listen to the words of a woman whose broken heart has become fertile soil for new life.  Leigh Knauert endured the unspeakable tragedy of losing her husband to illness and then a brief time later her 14-year-old son Peter committed suicide.  Talk about your Good Friday.  At Peter’s memorial service, Leigh spoke of the power of her faith and her community of faith.

...I stand here today to tell you that even in the unspeakable awfulness of what has happened to Peter, death will not have the final word, not in my house and not in my family.  Horrific images and haunting questions of why will not be my focus, even if they manage to creep in sometimes.  Darkness and evil and horror and sadness and guilt and pain will not be the last thing left at the end of the day.  I will continue to tell them that they have no place in a life and in a family that has been won over by Jesus’ message of triumphant love.  That love will triumph over everything, even this.

‘Where, O Death, is your sting?’  That I can answer.  The sting of death has been and will continue to be a big part of my life experience.  However, I can also answer the question asked next to that one in I Corinthians 15: Where, O Death, is your victory?’  And my answer is, ‘Not here.’  I hope that you as my community can keep answering this question with me this way.  Death will have to find another place to settle in.  We will keep choosing life together, and we will move ahead in our faith in the One that will, one day, banish all death forever, the day when we meet Peter again face to face and see that beaming smile and know that all of this is behind us, and love has won once and for all.

[Journal of Preachers, Easter 2014, pp. 39-40]

 

You don’t get to such a place overnight.  You don’t get to such a place alone. You need a community.  You have to train your eyes and ears and heart to perceive this kind of new life emerging from the dry, painful places.  You have to practice this kind of resurrection.

So, here, in closing, are "Twelve Ways to Practice Resurrection Now," again from Fr. Richard Rohr–

1. Refuse to identify with negative, blaming, antagonistic, or fearful thoughts (you cannot stop ‘having’ them).

2. Apologize when you hurt another person or situation.

3.  Undo your mistakes by some positive action toward the offended person or situation.

4.  Do not indulge or believe your False Self–that which is concocted by your mind and society’s expectations.

5.  Choose your True Self–your radical union with God–as often as possible throughout the day.

6.  Always seek to change yourself before trying to change others.

7.  Choose as much as possible to serve rather than be served.

8.  Whenever possible, seek the common good over your mere private good.

9.  Give preference to those in pain, excluded, or disabled in any way

10.  Seek just systems and policies over mere charity.

11. Make sure your medium is the same as your message.

12.  Never doubt that it is all about love in the end.

Did he or didn’t he rise from the dead?  Is he or isn’t he still being raised in our midst, in our world, in us?  Are we or aren’t we being raised to new life right now?  It takes practice, but ultimately, thank God, it’s not up to us.  God is the Resurrecting One, appearing all around us, lying on park benches, in lives that refuse to give death the last word, in the growing number of people who know their lives are connected to the earth, in your life and in mine.  Christ is risen!  Christ is risen indeed.

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark

 
Sunday April 20th

Sunday April 20th

Sunday April 20th Holy Sunday:

Resurrection of the Lord—Easter Day:
Acts 10:34-43 or Jeremiah 31:1-6, Psalm 118:1-2, 14-24 , Colossians 3:1-4 or Acts 10:34-43, John 20:1-18 or Matthew 28:1-10 read texts

Resurrection of Our Lord—Easter Evening
Isaiah 25:6-9 Psalm 114 1 Corinthians 5:6b-8 Luke 24:13-49 read texts

or all readings
Saturday April 19th

Saturday April 19th

Saturday April 19th Holy Saturday:

Holy Saturday (other than the Vigil):
Job 14:1-14 or Lamentations 3:1-9, 19-24, Psalm 31:1-4, 15-16, 1 Peter 4:1-8, Matthew 27:57-66 or John 19:38-42 read texts

Resurrection of the Lord—Easter Vigil:
Genesis 1:1—2:4a, Psalm 136:1-9, 23-26, Genesis 7:1-5, 11-18; 8:6-18; 9:8-13, Psalm 46, Genesis 22:1-18, Psalm 16, Exodus 14:10-31; 15:20-21 , Exodus 15:1b-13, 17-18, Isaiah 55:1-11, Isaiah 12:2-6, Baruch 3:9-15, 32—4:4 or Proverbs 8:1-8, 19-21; 9:4b-6 , Psalm 19, Ezekiel 36:24-28, Psalm 42 and 43, Ezekiel 37:1-14, Psalm 143, Zephaniah 3:14-20, Psalm 98, Romans 6:3-11, Psalm 114, Matthew 28:1-10 read texts

or all readings
Kids help conserve energy by insulating electrical outlets

Kids help conserve energy by insulating electrical outlets

As part of our Lenten activities, to raise awareness and promote earth sustaining activity, the Eaarth Advocate Group sponsored an after church activity. All the (accessible) electrical outlets and switch plates were insulated. Thanks
to all who helped, especially David Durfee for organizing, Tom Steffen for supplies and our two youth representatives pictured here.

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