Who's in Charge Here?

[Sermon from Palm Sunday, March 20, 2016]

This is a fairly confusing experience of worship we’re having this morning.  We began outside joyfully, symbolically there with the people of Jerusalem, waving palm branches and proclaiming Jesus to be king of kings.  We cried out, “Hosanna” – which means, “save us” – and we followed him in triumph into the holy city, here into the church.  But as soon as we found ourselves here in Jerusalem, everything changed.  Instead of shouting praise, instead of calling out for Jesus to save us, we’re shouting, “Crucify him!” and taunting him to save himself.  It’s a worship experience guaranteed to make your head spin.

Maybe we can get some clarity about what’s going on by asking a question of the scriptures we’ve heard.  And that question is this:  “Who’s in charge here?”

We might think the Jewish religious authorities are in charge.  After all, they manage to bring Jesus to Pilate on a trumped-up indictment, and they play the system to make the charges stick.  But their authority only goes so far: They have no law – or at least no will – to execute a blasphemer, so they have to defer to Rome to carry out their plan.

So we might think the Roman authorities are in charge.  After all, Pilate is Caesar’s man in Palestine, deputized to keep the Pax Romana at any cost and remembered in history as a ruthless imperial hatchet man.  But in the Gospel accounts, especially in Luke, all Pilate does is stand there protesting about Jesus’ innocence – and then he bows to the pressure of the crowd and kills him anyway.  He’s not exactly a paragon of Roman power.

Oddly enough, the one who’s in charge here is the one who ends up being tortured and crucified.  Jesus may not have a lot to say, but that’s partly the point.  This isn’t power on the world’s terms, the power of religious manipulators and petty rulers and angry mobs.  This is power on a whole different scale.

Listen to the language both Luke and Paul use in today’s readings.  When the disciples take a colt for Jesus to ride in royal triumph, they explain that “the Lord needs it” (Luke 19:31).  And in the reading from Philippians, Paul says this crucified one has been exalted such that “at the name of Jesus, every knee should bend … and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord” (2:10-11). Now, to our ears, we probably hear that word “Lord” as something roughly equivalent to “God,” but that’s not what people heard back in the day.  The word in Greek is kyrios, and it means “Lord” in the sense of the divine king, the one who wields ultimate power.  And when you talked about the kyrios in the Roman world, you were talking specifically about Caesar.  Caesar was the one called “Lord.”  Caesar was worshipped as a deity by those under his thumb; he was even described as the “Savior” because of the peace Rome had brought to the ancient world with its iron fist; and when Caesar went off visiting some part of his empire, his messengers would announce the “good news” that the kyrios, the Lord, was coming.  Sound familiar?  So when Luke says “the Lord” needs that colt; and when the crowds come out to welcome Jesus with palm branches the way they would welcome a king; and when Paul proclaims that every tongue will confess that Jesus is “Lord” – in all this, what’s being proclaimed is an explicit challenge to the power of Caesar.  After all, if Jesus is the kyrios, if Jesus is the true emperor and savior, then Caesar isn’t.¹

So, the Lord is now hanging on the cross, bleeding and suffocating to death.  All the signs around him point to that deep and awful irony.  The religious leaders speak the truth without realizing it by derisively calling him “king.”  One of the criminals crucified with Jesus picks up the same refrain, naming Jesus as the king but demanding that he prove it by saving himself and the criminals.  And over Jesus’ head hangs the ironic caption for the whole picture: “This is the King of the Jews,” the sign reads (23:38).  It’s only wrong in the sense that it’s too limited.  This kyrios is Lord over every nation.

And then, we hear from the one character in this Passion story who sees the truth.  The second criminal hanging next to Jesus has watched all that’s been going on.  He’s seen Jesus make his triumphal entry into the city, being hailed as king; and he’s watched that adoring crowd from Palm Sunday turn into an angry mob out for blood.  Now, this second criminal has watched Jesus be humiliated and broken.  But unlike the others in this scene, this criminal can read the signs around him.  So when the first criminal joins in the abuse, this second one says, “Do you not fear God…?  [W]e indeed have been condemned justly, for we are getting what we deserve for our deeds, but this man has done nothing wrong.” (Luke 23:40-41) 

When this criminal looks at Jesus, he sees that this is no wild prophet, no political zealot, no bankrupt faith healer, no failed revolutionary.  This is the Lord, the emperor not of Rome but of all creation.  So, hanging on his own cross, the criminal verbally bows down before him and says, “Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom” (23:42).  Not if, but when.

It’s perfectly fitting that, while all the respectable people are ridiculing and killing the Lord, the one faithful actor in this scene is a criminal.  In the logic of the Gospel, blessing always seems to come as a reversal.  Blessed are the hungry, for they shall be fed.  Blessed are the mournful, for they shall laugh.  And, in this case, blessed is the lawless, for he shall behold the one who rules all.

So how about us?  When we look on this crucified, broken, innocent man, whom do we see?

Do we see a pitiful sap who got chewed up in the wheels of the imperial machine?  It’s right to pity his horrific suffering, but that’s not enough.

Do we see a great teacher whose words offended the powerful so much that they silenced him?  It’s right to mourn what we didn’t get to learn of Jesus’ wisdom, but that’s not enough.

Do we see a leader who tried to guide people in righteousness and enact God’s peace and justice in the world?  It’s right to grieve the silencing of this prophet who led us into God’s commonwealth rather than our own politics of self-aggrandizement, but that’s not enough.

Or do we see the king, the ruler of the universe, the one who, “though he was in the form of God did not regard equality with God as something to be exploited, but emptied himself,” even to the point of death on a cross? (Philippians 2:1-8)

And when we finally recognize that king on the cross, what on earth are we supposed to do? 

Faced with the deep mystery of a crucified emperor who reigns over us still, perhaps the best thing we can do is what Jesus asks us to do each week at this altar – and that is, to remember.  Remember him this Thursday in the terrible beauty of foot-washing and Eucharist, the stripping of this altar, and the long, lonely watch through the night.  Remember him this Friday in the desolation of crucifixion and the attack on the Savior by the saved.  Remember him again on Easter, when the light of an empty tomb finally breaks over death’s horizon.  And remember him every day thereafter, living your life subject to his authority.

Through this holiest of weeks, and through our weekly remembrance of Jesus, and through all the burdens and blessings that come our way, may we always look to the cross and remember: This is where we’ll find the one true king.

1.  For more on the “counter-empire” of Jesus, see Wright, N.T.  “Paul's Gospel and Caesar's Empire.”  Available at: http://www.ntwrightpage.com/Wright_Paul_Caesar_Empire.pdf.  Accessed March 18, 2016.

Serving Saints and Pagans

[Sermon for the ordination of Mary Lynn Coulson to the transitional diaconate, March 17, 2016]

As we gather here tonight for this joyful event – and perhaps a somewhat frightening event for one of us – I’d like to look backward for a bit before looking forward to Mary Lynn’s ministry.  In fact, I’d like to look backward about 16 centuries. Today is the feast of St. Patrick, missionary to the peoples of Ireland.¹  And I have to say, St. Patrick’s feast is a very good time to be ordaining someone into the ranks of servant leaders for the Church in our own day.

We associate Patrick with all things Irish, but he wasn’t Irish – born in Britain and raised in the upper class.  He was the grandson of a priest but only a nominal Christian himself, and apparently he ridiculed clergy quite openly as a teenager (imagine that). 

At 16, everything changed for Patrick, and for the Church, when he was captured by invading Irish pirates and sold into slavery.  That might well have been the end of his story, spiritually if not physically.  But as a slave in Ireland, Patrick experienced three changes that would set his life’s course.  First, he came to know God as revealed in creation, and he was transformed from a nominal Christian to a disciple with deep trust in the Trinity.  Second, he came to understand the culture of the Celtic peoples of Ireland.  Third, and most unexpectedly, he came to love those Celtic peoples of Ireland, wanting them to know God as he had come to know God. 

After six years a slave, Patrick heard a voice in a dream telling him to escape on a ship that would be awaiting him the next morning.  Sure enough, when he awoke, the ship was there; and Patrick escaped.  Eventually, after time in Gaul and perhaps Rome, Patrick found his way back home to England, where he trained for the priesthood and served a parish for several years.

But at 48 years old, Patrick had another dream that changed his life and the lives of generations.  He dreamt his former captors were calling him back to Ireland, and he interpreted this as a divine call – a call to share his love of God and trust in God with the peoples of Ireland.  He proposed this mission to his superiors, who affirmed his call and ordained him the first missionary bishop in Christian history – the first bishop without an existing church to pastor.

So, Patrick and his small band of apostles arrived in Ireland in 432.  His mission was unprecedented because Patrick turned the Church’s assumption about mission on its head.  Before Patrick, the Roman Church assumed that Christian faith could only take root in Roman culture.  If the people hadn’t been taught to speak Latin and follow Roman ways, the Church assumed, Christianity couldn’t happen.  It’s the same set of missional mistakes the Church made over and over again with peoples in the Americas, Africa, Asia … mistakes we’re finally coming to unlearn today.  It turns out Patrick was centuries ahead of his time in showing us how to be a mission-shaped Church.

How Patrick went about that mission might sound familiar to someone coming out of seminary in 2016.  In a nutshell, Patrick practiced church from the bottom up.  He didn’t franchise an institutional brand and open up in new locations.  Patrick was a community organizer.  He and his apostolic team came into a new context, got to know the people there (both leaders and regular folks), got involved in people’s day-to-day lives, and lived as Christians, narrating their faith story and their trust in God along the way.  More than anything else, Patrick and his followers took individual people seriously.  He knew their culture; he knew their language; and he knew that a relationship with the Triune God would change their hearts as it had changed his.  And it worked.  Patrick would take a dozen or so assistants into a village, engage the people there for several months, and create an indigenous church – one that remained when the team moved on.  Estimates are that Patrick and his team raised up expressions of church in 700 locations in Ireland over the 28 years he was there.

Interestingly, and sadly, that happy ending wasn’t quite the end of Patrick’s missional story.  He and his fellow apostles had this amazing experience of joining with the Holy Spirit to breathe church into being among people who had never known the Good News.  But back in Britain, the bishops who’d sent Patrick generally condemned him and distanced the institutional church from his methods.  They disowned Patrick because … wait for it … the Church hadn’t done it like that before.  In that day, apparently, bishops understood their role to be administrators and chaplains, and the Church saw its work primarily as running its operations and ministering Word and Sacrament to the existing flock.  The British church leaders didn’t know what to do with someone who wanted the Church to be mission-shaped.  So they condemned Patrick for spending so much time with barbarians.  They would have preferred that he spent his days in the office rather than out in the bars and coffee shops with the pagans.

So, what does all this have to do with our work here tonight on this feast of St. Patrick?  The first point is obvious:  Mary Lynn is being ordained into leadership in a Church that the Holy Spirit has placed – and increasingly is placing – among non-Christians, if we can imagine such a thing.  God is asking us to be a mission-shaped church every bit as much as God was asking Patrick to raise up a mission-shaped church in Ireland.  The church God calls us to be is formed in conversation with the context of a given time and place, just as much as in conversation with Scripture, tradition, and reason. 

So that’s the first point of connection with Mary Lynn’s ordination tonight.  The second point of connection may be less obvious until you’ve lived it a while.  As we hear St. Patrick’s story, of course we focus on his faithfulness, his trust, and his courage in following God’s call.  What we don’t hear is the cost to Patrick himself.  Just imagine the spendthrift servant heart it must have taken to raise up church in 700 Irish villages. 

That servant story is also Jesus’ story, as we heard in the Gospel reading tonight.  Out of context, we may not get the full irony of that reading about greatness and servanthood.  A dispute arises among Jesus’ followers about which of them is the greatest, which seems the height of presumption and immaturity in any case.  But in the context of the larger story, it’s just appalling.  Jesus is at table with his friends for the last time that night, celebrating God’s redemption of Israel at the Passover while the chief priests and Judas have hatched a plan to have him arrested and killed.  Jesus washes the feet of his friends and institutes the Eucharist, as we will remember one week from tonight – asking his friends to re-member him in bread broken and wine poured out, the fullest expression of self-giving love.  And then, in the next breath, his friends are arguing about which one of them is the greatest.  Maybe they’re considering the practicalities of succession before the body’s even cold.  Maybe they’re just astronomically tone deaf.  I imagine Jesus slack-jawed, even he being surprised at their blindness.  “The kings of the Gentiles lord it over them,” Jesus says, “… but not so with you; rather, the greatest among you must become like the youngest, and the leader like one who serves” (Luke 22:25-27).  After all, Jesus reminds them, “I am among you as one who serves” (22:27).  Remember?  Remember.

Mary Lynn, would you please stand?  Now, at this moment, I’m supposed to give you some sage wisdom about the call you’re about to undertake.  I don’t know that what I’ll say is particularly wise, but I do know that it’s true:  Being ordained to serve Christ in his one, holy, catholic, and apostolic Church will cost you everything.  That costly process has been well underway for you for some time, I know.  It will feel sometimes like you can’t win.  The Church will commission you as an apostle to those outside the assembly, and it will expect you to give your all to those already within the flock.  Bishops and colleagues will remind you of the need to set good boundaries even as you have two deaths and a parish meeting that week.  The institutional culture, as well as your own brokenness, will tempt you with visions of greatness, especially when the day-to-day work of loving people becomes more grind than gift.  As a deacon, and later as a priest, you are absurdly called “to serve all people” in the name of Jesus Christ (BCP 543), incarnating his presence in everything you speak and everything you do.  Acting under our own power, all this is simply impossible.  Acting through the power of the Holy Spirit, this call that costs you everything is paradoxically life-giving – for those you serve and, astonishingly, for you.  As you join with St. Patrick in re-inventing the Church and in serving thousands of individual children of God, remember the verb that will save your life.  It’s the verb that drives the creeds, though we mistranslate it and hear it intellectually, asserting, “We believe….”  Don’t just believe.  Trust.  That’s the verb that will save your life.  Along with St. Patrick and his glorious hymn, trust in the “strong name of the Trinity.”  Trust in the “power of God to hold and lead.”  Trust in Christ within you, Christ behind you, Christ before you, Christ beside you.”  Trust in “the Lord of [your] salvation,” that you may be Christ’s deacon and, later, priest, loving both the saints and the pagans God sends you to serve.

1.      St. Patrick’s story is summarized from: Hunter, George G.  The Celtic Way of Evangelism.  Nashville: Abingdon, 2000, 13-25.

The Prodigal Father

[Sermon from Sunday, March 6, 2016.  Luke 15:1-3,11b-32; 2 Corinthians 5:16-21]

If I say, “We are a people in need of reconciliation,” would any of you disagree with me? 

I ask because I’ve been thinking about reconciliation a lot recently.  It is, after all, the mission of the Church.  The catechism spells it out:  “The mission of the Church is to restore all people to unity with God and each other in Christ” (BCP 855).  So everything we do should be pointing, one way or another, toward reconciliation: bringing people together in Christ and bringing them into deeper relationship with God.  Well, this is one of those moments when I’m seeing God stirring several different pots at the same time, all of which call for generous measures of the seasoning of reconciliation.

First, God is stirring our own spiritual pots in this season of Lent, and building relationship really is what Lent is all about.  All our Lenten work points in that direction, if you get right down to it.  This year, we’re exploring that call to build relationship with Henri Nouwen as our guide, as well as Rembrandt van Rijn.  Nouwen’s book [The Return of the Prodigal Son] and Rembrandt’s painting are helping us put ourselves into Jesus’ parable we heard this morning about “the man who had two sons” (Luke 15:11).  We call it the story of the prodigal son, though I think that misses the point.  I might call it the parable of the two lost sons and their prodigal father.  More on that later.  Anyway, through this story, and through our Lenten practices, I think God’s asking each of us to take seriously both our call to be reconcilers and the power of what we can do to bring people together and connect them with God.

Another pot that’s simmering – or maybe boiling – is the race for the presidency.  That may seem about as far away as we can get from the topic of keeping a holy Lent, but it’s a huge part of our national discourse right now, the Sunday after Super Tuesday.  I will confess to you my civic irresponsibility: Until recently, I had not watched any of the candidates’ debates all the way through.  So, when I was out of town a couple of weeks ago for a conference, I decided I’d do it.  It was the Republican debate the last week of February, and it was a doozy.  I want to say that the party affiliation isn’t the point; if the Democrats’ race included different power dynamics and personalities, the same thing could just as easily have happened there.  As you know, the debate that week was pretty short on content and pretty long on jabs and insults (as was the debate a few nights ago).  The whole experience was captured by a deeply insightful, though unintentional, bit of analysis that came through in the closed captioning.  If you had the closed captioning on while the candidates talked over each other, you saw this summary at the bottom of the screen:  “incomprehensible bickering.”  Perfect.  We’ve known for a long time that our national discourse has been becoming more and more divisive, but we may have reached a new low here.  A mom told me this week that she’s concerned about letting her children watch the presidential debates because of the bad habits the candidates teach her children.  Think about that for a minute.  When I was a boy, parents and teachers tried to get us to watch presidential debates so we could learn the process and the issues.  Now, kids need protection from them.  Once, our leaders cast a vision of “malice toward none” and “charity for all” as we strove to “bind up the nation’s wounds.”¹  Now, we hear name calling and “incomprehensible bickering” among those who want to lead us.  And we see our need for reconciliation in living color.

A third pot that’s simmering, at least for Episcopalians, is the one in which our Anglican stew is cooking.  As you’ve probably heard, The Episcopal Church is continuing to experience discord with other churches of the Anglican Communion because of our actions last year to open the sacrament of marriage to gay and lesbian people.  The leaders of the churches of the Anglican world met several weeks ago, as they regularly do; and our presiding bishop, Michael Curry, was part of that conflicted meeting.  He was also part of the conference I attended two weeks ago, and there he shared with the rectors and deans what he had experienced at this Primates’ Meeting.  Now, if you followed the headlines from the Primates’ Meeting, you read things like, “Episcopal Church Kicked Out of Anglican Communion.”  That’s simply not true, and we’ve had a piece in the Messenger for the past few weeks that takes you to our bishop’s careful analysis of what actually happened at that meeting.  In a nutshell, here it is – and I would say the headline is actually good news.  First and foremost, what the primates’ agreed to was this statement:  “Over the past week,” they said, “the unanimous decision of the Primates was to walk together, however painful this is and despite our differences, as a deep expression of our unity in the body of Christ.”  That isn’t just churchy happy talk; that is a deeply powerful theological statement of how Christians are called to be in relationship with each other even when they disagree on important questions.  “The unanimous decision … was to walk together, however painful that is.”  Then, after that, the primates agreed to reduce the role of The Episcopal Church in interfaith work and doctrinal policy setting for a period of three years.  That stings, yes.  But at the conference I attended, Presiding Bishop Curry characterized that as “a surgical response.”  He said to us, “The thought is, we have a difference in doctrine [with many of the other Anglican churches], so we can’t represent doctrine for this period of three years.”  But, he added, “It doesn’t go beyond that.  It’s a very narrow expression of profound disagreement and displeasure.”  And most important, that restriction on us doesn’t trump the churches’ unanimous commitment to walk together in the light of God.  That is the power of reconciliation in action.  These leaders were able to express their “profound disagreement and displeasure” together, including our presiding bishop expressing his conviction that “part of the vocation of The Episcopal Church is helping our Communion figure out what it means to be a house of prayer for all people.”  But ultimately, God’s call to reconciliation carried the day.  As Presiding Bishop Curry said at our conference, “Expressing ourselves clearly and staying in relationship is a marker of maturity” in Christ.

So as we hear this Gospel reading today, and as we explore Nouwen’s book and Rembrandt’s painting, let me ask:  How are we doing as reconcilers?  What rifts are you helping to heal through your life?  As a congregation, we might look to the example of our relationship with the people of United Missionary Baptist Church.  As you know, we’ve worshiped together three times now.  Over the past few weeks, we’ve also had a small but faithful contingent of St. Andrew’s people attending a weekly Bible study at UMBC, and Fr. Marcus has presented there twice.  The conversations have been lively and, sometimes, conflicted.  We don’t see Scripture through exactly the same lens, and people from our two congregations would disagree about some key ideas – the place of women and LGBTQ people in church leadership, for example.  Those differences are real.  And still, we can read the Bible together and worship God together.

And, we can serve God’s world together.  UMBC has been hearing a call to create a community center for its neighborhood, beginning by developing space in its basement for computer classes and nutritional programs.  Our Outreach Commission has decided to get involved with this project – not in terms of funding but, at this point, by looking for parishioners who might help UMBC work through organizational and governance questions.  I don’t know how all this will play out, but the point is the call we share:  as our baptismal covenant puts it, to “seek and serve Christ in all persons, loving our neighbors as ourselves” and to “strive for justice and peace, and respect the dignity of every human being.”  We don’t agree about everything, UMBC and us.  But we can still work together to “restore … people to unity with God and each other in Christ.”

This work of reconciliation isn’t easy – and that’s one sign of how much it matters.  It isn’t easy because, going back to Jesus’ parable today, we’re always tempted to be one of the two sons, in their less-than-holy moments.  The younger son acts from self-centeredness.  He’s so wrapped up in himself that he symbolically kills his father, asking for his share of the inheritance before the old man even has a chance to die.  The older son acts from judgment and resentment and self-righteousness.  He’s so wrapped up in himself that he symbolically leaves home by refusing to go in and join the celebration for his brother’s return.  In both cases, the father’s passion for reconciliation is so strong that he humbles himself to go out and meet the sons where they are, rather than waiting for them to come and apologize to him for their offenses.  Righteousness under the law dictated otherwise.  The father deserved satisfaction from the boys for their disrespect of him and of God, who commands us to honor our fathers and mothers.  But instead, the father goes out and meets the sons where they are – as Paul writes in 2^nd Corinthians, “not counting their trespasses against them” but serving as an ambassador of reconciliation (2 Corinthians 5:19).  The father is the true “prodigal” in this parable.  After all, “prodigal” means someone who spends resources freely, even recklessly; someone who spends without counting the cost.  The father is the prodigal here, prodigiously spending himself for the sake of relationship, running out the door and down the road to bring his children home.

May we go and do likewise – with our brothers and sisters wherever and whoever they are.  When it’s easy to let ourselves be hindered by barriers like Troost Avenue, let us cross the boundary instead.  When it’s easy to let ourselves by hindered by theological or social or political differences, let us cross the boundary instead.  When it’s easy to let ourselves fall into “incomprehensible bickering,” let us cross the boundary instead.  Because Jesus has called us and commissioned us as ambassadors of reconciliation.  So, like the prodigal father, let us run to take God’s love on the road.

1.        Lincoln, Abraham.  2^nd Inaugural Address, March 4, 1865.  Available at:  http://www.bartleby.com/124/pres32.html.  Accessed March 4, 2016.

Crossing Bridges for Relationship

I remember, in seminary, the running joke was that if we didn’t know the answer to a professor’s question, the right response nearly always was this:  “It’s all about relationship.”  If we just said the R-word, we’d be OK – at least for that class session.

I was blessed to hear the R-word many times yesterday, at the opening session of the annual conference of the Consortium of Endowed Episcopal Parishes in Denver.  Several times, it came from the inspired and inspiring lips of our presiding bishop, the Most Rev. Michael Curry.

If you’ve heard Bishop Curry preach, you know what I mean.  He could read recipes and leave you reeling.  But what struck me today was his weaving of relationship into nearly everything he had to say.

Some of it, you’d expect.  Bishop Curry describes himself as the CEO, the “chief evangelism officer,” of The Episcopal Church – which is fitting, given that evangelism is one of the Church’s top two priorities from last year’s General Convention.  In a session with rectors and deans today, someone asked how Bishop Curry would recommend we help people in the pews claim their high calling to the ministry of proclaiming the Good News.  Of course, it’s not about standing on street corners.  Nor is it about parroting Bible verses or dispensing the “four spiritual laws” on command.  None of those activities involves relationship, and evangelism fundamentally is relationship.  When you have an authentic relationship with someone, Bishop Curry said, you simply find a moment when it makes sense to say, “I know a place you might want to come, a place where people are trying to get closer to God and to each other.  Plus, I’ll pick you up.”  When you actually care about someone, you want to help her or him know love better and deeper.  “We each have a voice, a voice that comes from who we authentically are,” Bishop Curry said.  “Do not be ashamed to be people of love.  Do not be ashamed to follow Jesus.”

Relationship is also the heart of the other priority coming from the 2015 General Convention – racial reconciliation.  As you hear those words, you might be tempted to think of mandatory hours of diversity training.  As Bishop Curry described the work, he said it begins not with obligatory exercises or official pronouncements but with narrative, with entering into another person’s story.  (For you St. Andrew's people, think about how we've been getting together with the people of United Missionary Baptist Church.)  He described a conversation among the bishops about how they might spur the movement toward racial reconciliation – maybe issue another pastoral letter of admonition and guidance?  Instead, they decided to tell each other their stories of race.  In worldly terms, that might not seem likely to accomplish much.  Bishop Curry would disagree.  “We need real and authentic efforts to build real and authentic relationships across race and let those relationships lead us,” he said.  “Knowing each other on that level is, in the long run, how we transform culture.  A community of faith willing to be authentic about our sinfulness and our blessedness – being that community may be some of our most important evangelistic work.”

But surprisingly, relationship was also Bishop Curry’s answer to the conflict among the primates (leaders of provincial churches) of the Anglican Communion.  The Episcopal Church’s action to open the sacrament of marriage to same-sex couples led the primates recently to recommend restrictions on Episcopal members’ participation as Anglican representatives in work with other faith traditions, as well as restrictions on voting related to doctrine and polity.  (For more information, see Bishop Martin Field’s detailed discussion of these issues.)  Meeting for a week with the other primates, spending hours together in the midst of deep disagreement and conflict, Bishop Curry said he felt “kind of alone” at times.  In such a situation, the temptation might have been to retaliate, to find a way to exercise power and use The Episcopal Church’s leverage (financial or otherwise) to play realpolitik.  Instead, Bishop Curry said, the answer for now is to live in the ambiguity of our disagreement because “part of the vocation of The Episcopal Church is to help the Anglican Communion figure out what it means to be a house of prayer for all people.”  But it also means following Jesus by fiercely staying in relationship even when it’s strained.  The primates were “surgical” in their precision about expressing their disagreement and displeasure with General Convention’s actions related to marriage, and The Episcopal Church “was very clear about who we are as a church,” Bishop Curry explained.  But all the primates of the Anglican Communion agreed the top priority is to hang in there together.  “Expressing oneself clearly while staying in relationship is a marker of maturity,” he said.

Little did we know just how right we were in seminary as we deflected the professors’ questions with bromides about relationship – and little did we understand the cost of the commitment when times get tough.  But such are the steps of the Jesus movement.  “Jesus never stayed where it was comfortable,” Bishop Curry said.  “We’ve got to follow him out, crossing bridges for relationship.”

Starting a Lenten Journey with the Prodigal Son

This is the first of five reflections from St. Andrew's clergy as we travel on an all-parish virtual journey with Henri Nouwen this Lent, reading The Return of the Prodigal Son.  It’s been about 16 years since I read this book, though I think of it often because a reproduction of Rembrandt’s painting hangs in our dining room.  I remembered the book with the fuzzy fondness you might have for an old friend from school.  Reading the prologue and introduction again, I remembered quickly why Nouwen had felt like a soul friend when I read it the first time.

Rembrandt's The Return of the Prodigal Son

Rembrandt’s amazing painting was the doorway for Nouwen’s journey into a deeply personal relationship with God in Christ.  He had been a priest, author, lecturer, and scholar; he had all the emblems of spiritual success pinned to his chest.  But encountering this painting of the younger son, the elder son, the father, and several background bystanders, he found himself – as well as the Father who was bidding him home.  His discoveries weren’t necessarily pleasant, as is often true about truth.  He felt safe as the outside observer, the spiritual expert helping others along their paths and proclaiming truth he “knew” others needed to hear.  What felt definitely not safe was the vulnerability of practicing what he was preaching.  “Truly accepting love, forgiveness, and healing is often much harder than giving it,” Nouwen writes.  “It is the place beyond earning, deserving, and rewarding.  It is the place of surrender and complete trust.”

When I first read this book, I was in seminary.  At an unconscious level, I could see myself being that spiritual expert, that outside observer of others in need.  Interestingly, I didn’t read Nouwen’s book because of a class assignment but because of a crisis in my own life at that moment.  It was one of the best assignments I never got because Nouwen’s journey shone so much light on my own.  I still struggle with being vulnerable enough to come before the Father, or to acknowledge myself standing in the elder brother’s judgmental shoes.  I still struggle to know God’s love, not simply to know about it.

As you read, you might ask yourself:  What keeps you from entering into this painting, from entering into this story?  What stands in the way of your moving, as Nouwen writes, “from bystander to participant, from judge to repentant sinner, from teacher about love to being loved as the beloved”?

Jesus the Hero

[Sermon from Sunday, Feb. 14 -- Luke 4:1-13]

Today we have one of those really odd juxtapositions of the Church calendar and the secular calendar.  As far as the Church is concerned, today is the first Sunday of Lent, and our worship takes a reflective, even penitential tone.  And then, on the secular calendar, we see that today is Valentine’s Day – a holiday of chocolates, flowers, romance, and probably several glasses of wine.  Thank God it falls on a Sunday, when you don’t have to observe your Lenten fast….

Of all the ways our worship changes today to mark Lent, maybe the most jarring is the Great Litany, a prayer that Anglican Christians have been using for centuries now.  This prayer has particular significance for us because it was the first part of the liturgy to be offered in English.  Having worship in the people’s language was one of the strongest reforming impulses in England; and in 1544, the Great Litany became the first liturgy offered in the common tongue.  I think it’s a telling statement of priority:  The first thing regular folks could actually understand during worship was their need for forgiveness, their need for repentance, and their need for protection from powers that threatened them.  Perhaps there’s a lesson there for us.

Of all the things we pray for in this ancient Great Litany, probably the most archaic are these petitions:  first, asking God to deliver us “from all evil and wickedness; from sin; from the crafts and assaults of the devil”; and then to deliver us “from all the deceits of the world, the flesh, and the devil”; and finally “to beat down Satan under our feet” (BCP 148-152).  In a world in which many people aren’t even sure evil exists, what are we supposed to do with those 16^th century prayers about the devil?  Do we just chuckle, and smile knowingly, and rest assured that we enlightened, postmodern people know better? 

I want to go out on a spiritual limb and say something probably some of you won’t agree with – and that’s ok; as Episcopalians, we don’t have to agree on everything to follow Jesus together.  But here goes: I actually believe there is such a thing as Satan.  I don’t mean some character with horns and a pitchfork.  I mean evil, as a force to be resisted and from which we ought to pray for protection, if we know what’s good for us.

Like everything else, what we believe about evil is shaped by our context -- the place, and the place in life, we inhabit.  Age and life experience matter in how and what we believe.  In the book Falling Upward, Richard Rohr writes about the differences in spirituality, and spiritual maturity, revealed in what he calls the first and second halves of life.  That’s not necessarily a chronological thing, though it can be.  Rohr talks about the difference between the largely empty vessel we form in the first phase of life and the experiences that fill that vessel in the second phase, making us more and more into who we truly are.  And the experiences bridging the first and second phases of life tend to share a common denominator.  They’re examples of our least favorite reality, which is struggle and loss.  Most of us don’t much like losing anything – neither in the sense of defeat nor in the sense of things being taken from us.  But you know, what you find in the “second half” of life is this:  Struggle and loss is the bridge to a depth of life and a depth of love you never knew possible.  No one in his or her right mind would ask for it, but the blessing of struggle and loss – over the long haul – is undeniable. 

So, as we find him in today’s reading from Luke’s Gospel, Jesus is just beginning his ministry, perhaps a first-half-of-life kind of guy.  As Matthew, Mark, and Luke tell the story, not much has happened to Jesus yet.  He’s been born; he’s wandered away from his parents in the Temple; he’s come on the scene as a grown-up; and he’s been baptized by John in the Jordan.  He leaves that experience on a huge high, filled with the Holy Spirit.  How else would you feel, hearing God’s voice from above telling you, “You are my Son, the Beloved; with you I am well pleased” (Luke 3:22)?

And then, the next thing that happens is that Jesus is led into the wilderness by the same Holy Spirit that’s just filled him to overflowing with the Father’s love.  Jesus spends 40 days and 40 nights out there away from friends and community, accompanied only by the Spirit, praying and fasting – and encountering the tempter, the deceiver, Satan himself.  I’ve always wondered, why in the world would the story go like that?  How do we make sense of a heavenly parent who says in one breath, “You are my Son; with you I am well-pleased” and then, with the next breath, whips up the winds of a dry and barren and threatening landscape?

I think the ultimate answer to that question may not be very satisfying:  It’s a mystery.  But let’s tease out the threads the story gives us.

First, it’s helpful to put ourselves into the story’s time and place, and remember what was implied by that voice from heaven saying, “You are my Son.”  When we hear the phrase, “Son of God,” we think, “Jesus” or “Savior” or “second person of the Trinity” or some other Christian way of reading the story.  For the people living the story, “son of God” would have taken their minds back to the stories of the kings of Israel and Judah.  Those kings ruled as adopted sons of Yahweh; that’s where their authority came from.  So calling Jesus “son of God” meant he was to be king, too.  Interestingly, we get a visual clue about that identity here, as we begin Lent:  Purple is the color of royalty as well as the color of penitence.  We penitent pilgrims follow the way of the crucified king.

So, the one who will be king finds himself in the wilderness, immediately tested.  As Richard Rohr might say, it’s a pattern we see over and over again in the stories that form us as human beings.  Whether its Moses or David or Odysseus or King Arthur or Luke Skywalker, the hero who will save his people must endure some kind of refining fire before he comes into his own.  The shape of the hero’s kingship – the priorities that he’ll practice, the gods that he’ll serve – all that gets sorted out only by putting the hero to the test. 

And that test involves time in a wilderness of some kind, a time when we face the possibility of true loss.  The hero goes out, confident about what he brings to the task, that great capacity we think we have in the “first half” of life – but then, the hero’s great capacity is tested.  What seemed like clear principles get muddied through use.  What seemed like clear priorities get clouded by sirens’ songs.  For the hero, it’s the passage from the first half to the second half of life.  And it’s a passage many of us know better than we might want to.

For Jesus, Satan sings the siren song.  That embodiment of evil goes by several names in Scripture, and they each have different shades of meaning.  But here, as elsewhere, the character is all about deceit.  The devil with whom Jesus wrestles in the wilderness is telling him lies – or, more precisely, he’s offering Jesus a contrast reality populated by deceit.  Where God’s reign and rule is about good news for the poor, release for the captives, recovery of sight for the blind, freedom for the oppressed – the things that Jesus stands up and proclaims in the story just after his temptation in the wilderness – where God’s reign and rule is all about those holy purposes, Satan holds out a contrast realm.  Satan offers Jesus the kingdom of this world masquerading as the truth: a kingdom of getting what we want simply by exercising our power, a kingdom of glory and honor that pass away like the grass, a kingdom in which God is nothing more than a life preserver or a cosmic vending machine.  Satan never tells Jesus that God isn’t real.  Satan knows better.  The siren song that Satan sings is that God is at your disposal, on call to meet your needs.  If Jesus – the one who will be king – if Jesus buys into that model of thin and cheap divinity, then the deceiver has won the day.  Why?  Because if Jesus buys into that model of thin and cheap divinity, then the world goes on just like it is.  The boat is conveniently not rocked; and the poor and the blind and the captive and the oppressed stay just where they are; and nothing of much significance changes.  If Jesus buys into that model of thin and cheap divinity, Satan’s deceitful view of what’s real carries the day.

But Jesus’ kingship is different.  The reign and rule of God demands a king who will suffer and die in order to trick Satan and beat him at his own game.  On Good Friday, the forces of evil win – or at least they think so.  They’re content with killing the hero.  But what they don’t realize is that the hero kills death by rising from it.  It’s not just that Jesus stands strong out there in the wilderness, refusing to buy into the devil’s deceit.  Jesus the hero ends up deceiving the deceiver and taking his power away. 

So in this early moment in the story, as he faces down the powers that will later seek to destroy him, Jesus the hero moves through his wilderness loss, not just overcoming it but paradoxically being strengthened by it, growing into the fullness of his true self – the one on whom the Spirit of the Lord rests, the one who brings good news to the poor, and releases captives, and gives sight to the blind, and sets the oppressed free.  Coming through his wilderness, Jesus the hero moves one step closer to becoming Jesus the king.

Now, you can see all this as just a myth, in the literary sense.  You can see it as just a tame children’s story, an archaic tale of heroes and devils, fit only for a child’s bedtime.  But as C.S. Lewis says about the Christ figure in his supposed “children’s stories” of Narnia, Aslan is no tame lion.  In the final chapter, this king – though he’s beaten and battered in the wilderness; though he’s beaten and battered on the cross – in the final chapter, this king will come out roaring.

The Spirit Has Anointed You

[Sermon from Sunday, Jan. 24 -- the "state of the parish address."  Luke 4:14-21]

Let me give you a heads-up.  This sermon will be a few minutes longer than usual.  For those of you who came to the Baptist church last week, I apologize for two long ones in a row.  But this is the State of the Parish Address, as well as the sermon – so at least you won’t have to hear a speech from me at the annual meeting.

Just a minute ago, we heard this from the Gospel of Luke:  Jesus, filled with the Holy Spirit, unrolled the scroll of the prophet Isaiah “and found the place where it was written:  ‘The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he has anointed me to bring good news to the poor.  He has sent me to proclaim release to the captives and recovery of sight to the blind, to let the oppressed go free, and to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor.’” …  [Then Jesus said,] “Today this scripture has been fulfilled in your hearing.” (Luke 4:17-21)

On one level, that reading may not surprise us much.  It isn’t new information that God’s unswerving, undeniable purposes include turning the lives of poor people from despair to hope, bringing release to those unjustly held captive, illuminating the lives of the blind, freeing those who are oppressed, and aiding those in crushing debt (which is what “the year of the Lord’s favor” was about).  In those words of liberating blessing, Jesus is talking about people who are actually poor and blind and captive.  But he’s also talking about people who are poor and blind and captive in a hundred other ways.  The promise is the same:  The Spirit is upon Jesus to fulfill the unswerving, undeniable purposes of God.

I can get that, I think.  But here’s what’s harder for me to hear and nearly impossible for me to say:  The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, John Spicer, because that Spirit has anointed me to bring good news and healing and freedom and new life.  Part of that’s about standing up here on Sunday mornings.  But as I’ve mentioned before, I’ve also been blessed with the opportunity to write a book, based on my sabbatical study last year.  I have a contract and everything, with Church Publishing.  It’s an immense blessing – and for several months now, it’s been a daily struggle actually to make space to write a book alongside this job I have.  But my deeper struggle has been trusting God.  What business do I have writing a book about how congregations can break down boundaries between themselves and the communities around them?  What the heck do I know?  So every day, I find myself confessing that lack of trust and praying, in the words of Psalm 45, that God will make me “the pen of a skilled writer” (45:1 BCP) and finish the darned thing.  As of right now, I have seven days and 14 hours until the deadline, and two chapters to write.  Yikes.  But the remarkable, amazing, astonishing thing is – I believe it will get done.  I may be a little out of pocket this week, but I believe it will get done.  Because, as much as I stumble on these words even as I try to say them, the Spirit of the Lord is upon me, and that Spirit has anointed me to bring good news and healing and freedom and new life.  Who knew?

Well, this is the State of the Parish Address.  What does all this spiritual anointing have to do with the church’s annual meeting?  OK, try this on:  The Spirit of the Lord is upon St. Andrew’s, because the Spirit has anointed us to bring good news and healing and freedom and new life, to each other and to the people around us.  I don’t usually look to statistics to prove the Spirit’s presence and power, but I can tell you this:  Sunday attendance is up over last year – by 1%, but it’s up.  Membership is up by 2%.  Christmas attendance was up by 10%, and Easter was up by 16%.  And you’ll hear more about this in the meeting downstairs, but here’s a preview about stewardship and generosity:  At this point last year, we had 280 pledging units from the annual campaign.  This year, we have 315, and pledged income is up 6% over this time last year. 

And those are just dry statistics.  Come to the Fools for Christ Dinner, or the Mardi Gras Party, or Massterful Carols, and you’ll feel the Sprit.  Come to the Free Store downtown, along with 80 other St. Andrew’s people, and you’ll feel the Spirit.  Come visit our partners in Haiti, or our friends at United Missionary Baptist, and you’ll feel the Spirit.  For the Spirit of the Lord is upon St. Andrew’s, and that Spirit has anointed our church family to bring good news and healing and freedom and new life, to each other and the people God gives us to serve.

Maybe that’s not so surprising.  I mean, you’d hope the Spirit of the Lord would be upon the church.  But try this one on:  The Spirit of the Lord is upon you.  Each and every one of you.  The Spirit of the Lord has anointed you to bring good news to people who are poor, and blind, and captive, in all kinds of ways.  When you were baptized, you were brought into a huge family, stretching across time and space – the family of God, the family of apostles.  Every time we witness a baptism, we remember the covenant we share with God, and we remember the Spirit’s anointing we received, equipping all baptized people as the church’s first order of ministers.  In your baptism, you received a share of God’s own power, and God longs for you to use it.

So today, I want to give you an invitation.  I invite you to beat your boundaries.  And I invite us, as a congregation, to beat our boundaries.  Let me give you a little background on that.  Beating the Boundaries is the title of this book of mine.  It comes from a practice in England centuries ago, in which villagers and their clergy would walk in procession around the geographic boundaries of their parish, marking where their civil and religious responsibilities ended.  Boys carried sticks to whack against significant boundary markers – to impress on their minds, in a day before surveying, what was their village and what wasn’t.  That lesson was impressed more personally, too – the boys themselves were thrown against boundary markers and dunked into boundary streams.  I’ll just bet they didn’t forget where the edge of the parish lay. 

Well, today, God is calling us to beat the boundaries, too, but in a different way.  We can go to the edge of our boundaries in order to mark what’s ours and what’s not; or we can go to the edge of our boundaries to step past them and engage with people – not to find out where our church stops but to find out where our journey begins. 

When I was growing up, at Christ Church in Springfield, honestly we didn’t think too much about engaging with people at our boundaries because the primary evangelism strategy was having babies.  In our worship, we had one rite for Morning Prayer and one rite for Holy Communion, and that was plenty, thank you very much.  But you know, even in the “good ol’ days” of this Church we’ve inherited, things didn’t hold still.  The Spirit blew where it would then, too.  Now the Spirit just keeps blowing; and we’re readying this ship, this nave we call St. Andrew’s, to raise our sails and ride the wind.  We had two-thirds more kids in VBS this year than last, and kids’ ministry overall is up by 16%.  Youth participation is up by 42% since our new coordinator came on board.  Adult formation is up by 30% – and some of that is from our new inquirers’ process and catechumenate, in which 13 adults are now preparing for baptism, confirmation, reception into the Episcopal Church, or reaffirmation of baptismal vows – as well as another 14 youth.  That’s great movement under the Spirit’s power.

But there are other, less quantifiable, ways the Sprit’s moving us past our boundaries to engage with people.  We’ve partnered with the Heart of America Shakespeare Festival on its Camp Shakespeare for youth, as well as collaborating on a program for adults about Shakespeare and the English Church.  We host the Southtown Council of Brookside and Waldo businesses every month, and a Vestry member and I attend those lunches.  A group of St. Andrew’s people goes out to have morning prayers every Friday in public, at Bella Napoli, and I invite the Brookside business group to join us.  From the Heaven & Ale gatherings, Fr. Marcus is putting together a group of parishioners and seekers exploring the connection between arts and spirituality – you’ll likely see more about that in Lent.  And we’re taking outreach ministry to the next level of community engagement for the good of God’s world through our Red Door Center for social entrepreneurship.  In fact, our first social-entrepreneur incubatee, Natasha Kirsch, has launched her start-up called EPEC – Empower the Parent to Empower the Child.  And you can visit its dog-grooming facility Saturday afternoon, Feb. 6, at an open house.  Plus, Natasha is also part of St. Andrew’s Outreach Commission.  Look how that works. 

These are the kinds of opportunities for engagement that the Gather & Grow initiative is opening up.  As I’ve said before:  The point of Gather & Grow isn’t building buildings but building relationships.  That’s what God’s asking of us.  The challenge – for St. Andrew’s, and for the churches in my book, and for every church, period – the challenge is that when we beat our boundaries, what we find is that we need to engage with people in new ways.  And what binds those new ways together is being assertive, rather than being passive, in building relationships.  When I was a boy, people came to church looking for relationship.  Social expectations and family patterns told us, “This is just what good people do.”  Today, many people still come to church looking for relationship – but many find connection other places instead, at the coffeehouse rather than at coffee hour.  And so, for the church, beating our boundaries means going to people rather than waiting for people to come to us. 

What does that look like?  It looks different in each parish, because where the Holy Spirit really moves is in that rich intersection between the gifts and wiring of a particular congregation and the needs and interests of real people nearby.  For example, and this is just one example:  People have asked me why we would add a multipurpose space at HJ’s where kids and youth can play, either as teams or just for fun.  Well, early on in the Gather & Grow process, we asked people nearby, as well as urban planners, what people around us need.  One of the consistent needs we heard was space for kids and youth to play and have practices.  So the plan for Gather & Grow includes space we can use that way, as well as other ways.  But the effort cannot stop with providing space.  Space is a blessing, but it’s not a relationship.  So we have to connect with people through the blessings we offer.  They need to see us being part of them, rather than us expecting them to become part of us first.  We need to go out as ambassadors of God’s love because, after all, the Spirit of the Lord has anointed us to bring good news and healing and freedom and new life.

Doing that takes individual hearts and hands and feet – and not just from clergy or paid staff but from all the ministers, all the people of God empowered by the Holy Spirit in baptism.  When the rubber of the church meets the road of real people’s lives, it’s just huge when someone sees that another person cares – and when the one who cares isn’t paid to do it. 

I can hear you thinking, “I don’t know how to be Christ’s ambassador.”  I really don’t think it’s complicated, but it does take intentionality.  Think about people with whom you’re connected.  Listen to what those people need or care about.  Ask yourself, is that a need or a concern that aligns with the kingdom of God – something Jesus would like to see?  And then think, what would it take to address it?  Is there a way the church, as an institution, could help?  Or, just as powerfully, are there individuals you know here who could make a difference?

Here’s a small example:  Think about the parents who come here for Kindermusik or, later on, parents waiting for their kids while they play at HJ’s.  What might those parents need?  We’d have to get to know them to find out.  I could imagine them saying they need more time with their spouses, or they need help raising their kids to make good choices, or they need better educational opportunity in Kansas City.  So, after several conversations, maybe people in the church end up providing babysitting for a parents’ night out.  Maybe the church brings in someone to do a parenting class.  Or maybe we facilitate discussion – perhaps even prayer – about how we might build our city’s educational capacity. 

It’s all about seeing yourself as an ambassador of Jesus Christ and his family, the Church in this place.  It’s about making ourselves available and building relationships with the people among whom God places us.   It’s about listening to them to learn their needs and interests.  And it’s about walking alongside them, investing ourselves in love.

The Spirit of the Lord is upon us.  The Spirit has anointed this church family to bring good news and healing and freedom and new life, to each other and the people God gives us to serve.  And that’s scary – at least it is for me.  But then, I remember how we are empowered for that work.  I remember who’s actually writing “my” book.  And I remember a quote that’s often attributed to Nelson Mandela but comes instead from the writer Marianne Williamson.  I imagine you’ve heard it before, but it gets me past my fear and my excuses not to be the person God’s made me to be.  So I invite you to pray about this:  

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.  Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.  It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.  We ask ourselves, “Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?”  Actually, who are you not to be?  You are a child of God.  Your playing small does not serve the world….  We are all meant to shine….  We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.¹

Amen!

1.       Williamson, Marianne.  From A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of "A Course in Miracles."  Quote available at:  https://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/17297.Marianne_Williamson.  Accessed Jan. 21, 2016.