Wednesday, December 27, 2017

Your life is the manger. Christmas 2017. The Rev. Kathleen M. Sturges


Luke 2:1-20

We know better, but sometimes we just can’t help ourselves.  So many things conspire against us  this time of year.  Movies, music, art, cards are all work to stir up in us desire - desire for something that we can’t really have.  And even if we give into it, it only makes us miserable.  Nonetheless, it’s hard to resist that deep longing, that desperate fantasy… for the perfect Christmas.  It’s a fantasy that appears in various forms, but a standard one goes like this:

Snow falls gently to the ground around a home nestled in the woods.  The glow of warm light shining through the window showcases a large family gathered together caught up in the joy of their holiday celebrations.  The entire clan, grandparents, parents, aunts, uncles, and children are all attractive, well-dressed, and, no doubt, well-mannered.  Each one is either at the top of their class or advancing in their career or enjoying a comfortable retirement.  Not one among them is seriously ill or perpetually unemployed, mentally unbalanced or socially awkward.  And as these lovely people gather around the beautifully decorated table everyone enjoys the delicious feast with conversation full of laughter and love - every moment and morsel is savored.  Retiring then to the living room presents are opened patiently one by one.  Each gift is received with delight because, of course, it’s always the right size, color, and style.  And miracles never cease as no one bursts out in tears because they didn’t get what they wanted or they’re now jealous of someone else’s gift.  And without any prompting the children always remember to say thank you.  All of this, as the snow continues to fall creating a warm blanket for this cozy Christmas scene.

The big problem with this, or any other hoped-for fantasy Christmas that we harbor deep in our psyche, is that it never happens.  Sometimes instead of snow it rains, other times a beloved family member is missing or long-held hurts and resentments get stirred up or someone in the bunch acts entitled instead of grateful - anything is possible when people are gathered together, well-meaning people  who want to love each other, but struggle with their own flaws and hang-ups and insecurities.  The Christmas fantasy - that desire to live in a perfectly crafted world, even if it’s just for one day - rarely brings joy.  More often is frustration, disappointment, and emptiness.  Which may cause each one of us to wonder, “Is Christmas only for the perfect?”

The answer is found lying in the manger on that first Christmas.  Contrary to the numerous beautiful and serene depictions of the nativity, in truth the first Christmas, the real Christmas, was far from perfect.  Set in a time and place where people were suffering under the oppression of the Roman government - a government that required, regardless of personal circumstances, that Joseph and a very pregnant Mary travel roughly 100 miles for the privilege to be counted so that more taxes could be levied upon them.  Then after making the arduous trip and arriving in Bethlehem, their destination, no hot shower or soft bed greeted them.  In fact, there was no greeting at all.  A barn would have to do for a bedroom.  And as we well know, it was there that young Mary went into labor without the presence and support of the women in her family, giving birth on her own to her firstborn son.   

The situation was far from ideal.  In no way was it a fantasy Christmas.  Yet it is just such a place as this that God in Christ is born - not only willingly, but intentionally born into the imperfect set of circumstances that makes up real life on this earth. 

The Church’s celebration on this holy night is not just about marking a birth that occurred two thousand years ago.  The unexpected gift of Christmas is that we not only celebrate what happened one night a long, long time ago, but what God wants to happen this night and all the days and nights of your life - to be born and present the imperfect set of circumstances that makes up your real life on this earth.     

For that is where God is, where God is born and where God is found - not in any fantasy, but in the real, the ordinary, and the authentic places of life - not just once in Bethlehem but in all times and in all places.  Certainly in the joys, celebrations and thanksgivings of your life, Jesus is born.  But Jesus is born and present just as much in the sorrows and the losses, and the grief of life.  In our hopes and fears, in our successes and failures, in the times when we feel cherished and in the times when we feel abandoned - Jesus is being born.  Christ’s presence, love, and healing fills every aspect of your life - your real life.  That is the good news.  That is our gift.  Christmas is not at all for the perfect.  Christmas is for us, dare I say the imperfect, those of us who live and move and have our being in a world full of flaws - flaws that exist even after Jesus is born. 

As much as our desire may be to live the fantasy or at least to hope that Jesus being born in our lives might radically change our circumstances, it’s important to pay mind to the fact that before Jesus was born there were shepherds living in the fields, keeping watch over their flock by night and that after Jesus was born those same shepherds returned to living in the fields, keeping watch over their flock by night.  Jesus’ birth did not take the shepherds out of the fields or away from the sheep. Nor does Jesus’ birth does take us out of whatever field we are living in or from the sheep we are watching.  Whatever your reality, whatever makes up your imperfect world, that is where Jesus is being born. That is where God is very close and at work - healing, teaching, comforting, redeeming. 


Let go of the fantasy and let Christmas become real.  Your life is the manger in which God’s love and presence is being born tonight.  Open this gift and delight in it for it surely is the right size, color, and style just for you.  And that, as the angel proclaims, is indeed good news of great joy for all the people!

In the words they speak. 12/24/17 Advent 4 The Rev. David M. Stoddart



Luke 1:26-38
4 Advent


So, if a supernatural being were to appear before you, numinous and shining with an unearthly light, and told you to quit your job and do something entirely different for half the pay in order to serve God better and love people more, would you do it? What if that same radiant being told you to do something completely out of your comfort zone, like telling other people what God has done in your life or starting a new ministry at church: would you do it? What if a heavenly being appeared to all of us right now, robed in light with huge wings and glowing halo, and told us God wanted us to build a group home for troubled youth or establish a relationship with a church in Africa, or commanded us to do something really radical like removing the pews and replacing them with comfortable chairs, would we do it? We might or we might not, but I’m guessing that many of us would think that, with such a sure sign from God, we should do it. Certainly the physical encounter with something so amazing would have a powerful impact on us and would stay with us the rest of our lives.

And maybe that’s what many of us think happens in the Bible: a few particular people have these awesome encounters with supernatural beings, so it is relatively easy for them to make big changes or take huge risks because they have seen in technicolor glory a visual sign from God. But that is not what our Gospel describes today. We have no idea what Gabriel looked like. There is no mention of wings or light; he’s not described as holding a harp or sporting a halo. And that is consistent with all biblical stories about angels: their appearance is never described. The angels who visit Abraham, the angel who wrestles Jacob, the angel who commissions Gideon to fight the Midianites, the angel who leads Elijah to Mt. Horeb, the angel who protects Daniel in the lion’s den, the angels who minister to Jesus in the wilderness: not one of these is given any physical description. We are told a little about other heavenly beings, like the cherubim who are sculpted on the Ark of the Covenant and the seraphim who appear to Isaiah in a vision, each of whom has six wings. But nothing about angels. The closest we get are the three angels who visit Abraham at Mamre, and they are simply described as “men.”

Scripture tells us that angels can be awesome, even frightening, but that’s not because of the way they look. Their power resides completely in the words they speak. The Hebrew word “malach” and the Greek word “angelos” both mean “messenger.” An angel is a messenger delivering a message from God. What perplexes, frightens, and inspires Mary in the Gospel is not what Gabriel looks like, but what he says.

This is crucial if we are going to treat this passage not as a lovely fable but as a transformative text that speaks to us today. What matters is the message. The problem with our cultural angel imagery, which pops up everywhere this time of year, is that it makes these urgent biblical stories seem like fairy tales to us. Glowing angels, dressed in white, with long flowing hair and golden harps, looking luminous, may be pretty, but they totally get in the way of what we need to hear. Because we know that no one ever sees the kind of angel depicted on Christmas cards. And so we can easily hear these important biblical stories as religious fantasies, and view the angels in them as iridescent — and irrelevant. Because, deep down we think, they’re just not real.

So let’s not limit ourselves. The Bible doesn’t. Angels can manifest themselves in many ways because God’s message can come to us in many ways. One angel speaks to Moses out of a burning bush. One angel speaks to Joseph in a dream. An angel can take the form of another person: the woman of Tekoa tells David that he is “like the angel of God” to her (2 Sam. 14:17). If an angel can take any form, if God can speak to us in any way, then we have every reason not to dismiss angels as a pretty fiction but to look for them earnestly in our own lives.

Several years ago, I was going through a bleak time. Our Associate Rector at that time was seriously ill and struggling, the Mission building project was not going well, a number of people were not happy with me, a slew of people had died, I was feeling strung out, and my stress level was as high as it has ever been in my ordained ministry. And during that time a parishioner made an appointment to see me. Now, most of the time when people come to see me it is because we have business to do for the church or because they’re in pain: either they are hurting or someone they love is hurting in one way or another. So I remember this visit vividly. I was barely getting through the day, and when this woman came into my office and sat down, I just braced myself for whatever bad news she was going to deliver. And then she smiled and said, “I just want to tell what a difference your ministry has made in my life. And I’m thinking not many people tell you that, so I made this appointment just to say thank you for all you have done for me.” And in that moment, that woman was God’s angel to me. I almost cried: at a time when I desperately needed it, God found a way to reach me and give me a message of encouragement and hope. And all I could say was, “Yes! Thank you, God!”

I have had other such encounters, and I know other people have as well. And truly, there is no reason to celebrate the birth of Christ later today if we are not willing to embrace the truth of the Incarnation right now, the truth of Emmanuel: “God with us.” For God is with us, and God comes to us in myriad ways. We are surrounded by angels and heavenly beings, connected to them and each other in an eternal web of love. What makes the story of Mary so important and so beautiful is not the appearance of Gabriel: for all we know, he came disguised as beggar on the streets to deliver his amazing message. No, what makes this story forever relevant is that Mary hears the message and says yes: Here I am . . . let it be with me according to your word. I don’t know when an angel will next come to you, or what form it will take: A person you know? A stranger? A dream? A passage from the Bible that lights up for you? A word from a sermon that sticks with you? An idea in your head that just won’t go away? What I do know is that God is love, and God is with us, and God is relentless. Be ready to listen. Be prepared to say yes.






Tuesday, December 19, 2017

Broken & Beloved: A Reflection from Emily Rutledge

Annunciation

This image was drawn in 2003 by a sister at Our Lady of Mississippi Abbey.  It can be purchased through their website. 

Just before Advent I came across this image.  It has moved me in a way that no other piece of art has.  From the beautiful stained glass I was surrounded by while worshiping at St. Andrew's Cathedral though middle and high school to the icons, architecture, and sculptures that were the framework of my Jesuit higher education, I have never felt to deeply connected to, so embedded in a composition.

This.  This art.  These women.  They are telling their own story and also mine and also that of the women I love and those I can't stand and those I don't know.  These women are my grandmothers and my daughter and my best friend.  

From the Women's March in January to the 'Me, Too' hashtag that took off in October, 2017 has been a year where the universal power and pain of women has shown bright in this nation.  My heart has been broken and revived and grown three sizes as I've moved through this time.  The image of these women, it encapsulates it for me.  

Advent changed for me when I began to see it through the eyes of Mary.  I began to imagine and own that Mary is every one of us.  We each carry a promise within that is magical and scary and completely unknown.  While I am one hundred percent certain that I have not born the next Messiah (just a few minutes around our dinner table makes that perfectly clear) I do know that I hold the power to bring limitless love into this world if I allow myself to be a vessel for it instead of a shrine to my own ego.  Pro Tip:  I'm not special... you are that same magnificent vessel.

Life changed for me when I began to see it through the eyes of Eve.  The world shifted when I saw that Eve is every one of us.  Worthy and good people make monumental mistakes.  When I owned my own brokenness, my own beloved disappointment, my own failures, it was revelaed that it is only through the crumbling of a 'perfect life' that grace and hope and redemption appear.   Pro Tip: Eve is a symbol in a beautiful metaphor about the creation of this world and how we stray from God.  Dinosaurs were real.  Evolution is a thing.  

While I could wax on and on about the Madonna-Whore Complex (I am happy to share any of the countless essays I wrote in college about the topic, you're welcome world) as women we are cast in roles we never signed up for.  Mary and Eve... they know the feeling.  This image, the circle they create, it is the redemption that resides in each us, even now, as we live in this place, broken and beloved.  

Thomas Merton said, "Christ is born to us today, in order that he may appear to the whole world through us."  

As we walk through the last week of Advent preparing for the birth of Christ, may you be the vessel, broken and beloved, that God needs to redeem Her world.   




Monday, December 18, 2017

We are witnesses. December 17, 2017 The Rev. David M. Stoddart



John 1:6-8, 19-28

(The lights in the church go off. The lights in the church come back on).

So let me ask you a dumb question: Do you need me to tell you that the lights just came back on? No, because you can see they’re on. This past summer on the youth mission trip, because I am an early riser, I had the not-so-pleasant job of waking up the boys in their rooms. That involved me going and turning on bright overhead lights while wishing them a good morning. Two things about that. They did not say good morning back, and they did not need me to tell them that the lights were now on: that was painfully obvious to them. When a light is shining, we know it — that’s what makes it light.

So then what are we to make of this extraordinary statement about John the Baptist: He came as witness to the light, so that all might believe through him. He himself was not the light, but he came to testify to the light ? Why does anyone need to testify to the light? In his earthly life, Jesus was extraordinary: he healed people, performed miracles, taught with great authority, and drew all kinds of people to himself. He was radiant. Everyone saw that, even his enemies. The question about him wasn’t, “Is light shining?” Clearly it was. The big question was, “Where is that light coming from?” And in the Gospel, the answer is clear: that light comes from God. In Matthew, Mark, and Luke, John the Baptist is a precursor, a warm-up act there to prepare the crowds. But in John’s Gospel, he is a witness. He is the one who points to Jesus and says, “Look! There is the Son of God! That light you are seeing? That is God!”

And while from the comfort and safety of our pews 2,000 years later, we might say, “Well, duh, of course that was God!”, I don’t think we should be so quick to judge. Jesus may have done some amazing things, but they weren’t the amazing things people hoped for in a Messiah. He didn’t behave the way a lot of people thought the “Son of God” should behave. They saw the light all right, but some of them dismissed it, preferring darkness, and some even attributed it to diabolical sources. So John’s witness, and the witness of others, mattered.

It still does. There’s a whole lot of light pollution in our dark skies, a lot of artificial light that claims divine origins. Religious zealots slaughter people in churches, mosques, and marketplaces, yelling out “God is great!” as the bombs go off. Is that from God? Preachers in this country, Christian preachers, say vile and hateful things. One abhorrent Facebook post that was in the news recently, written by a pastor, got lots of attention. I’ll share it with you, though the language is offensive: “Allah sucks. Mohammed sucks. Islam sucks. Any of you Hadjis have an issue with this, PM me and I’ll gladly give you my address. You can come visit me, where I promise I will KILL YOU in my front yard.” This written by a Christian minister! Is that from God? The word “God” gets lots of air time, and everyone from ISIS terrorists to “Prosperity Gospel” preachers invoke it, but the glare of publicity does not make it the light of God. Paul writes in Second Corinthians that even Satan comes disguised as an angel of light (2 Cor. 11:14). Christ continues to shine, but we still need witnesses to the light, so that people will see the true light and recognize it as God’s light.

And in case it’s not totally clear, those witnesses include us. We do have a great advantage over those folks in the first century, however. They really didn’t know what to expect: they thought God’s light might shine through a Messianic king who would restore the kingdom of Israel, a mighty warrior and military leader who would set the Jews free from Roman oppression. But we now know better. It is in the self-giving, self-emptying love of Jesus who draws people into communion with each other that we see the light of God. Paul tells us in First Thessalonians not to quench the Spirit but to test everything. And the measure that we test everything by, the gold standard, is the love of Christ. Anything that does not reflect that kind of love does not come from God.

So when people encourage others to hate and kill, whether they be Christians, Muslims, Jews, Hindus, Buddhists, atheists, or whatever, the light of God is not shining. But when, as recently happened here with some of our own parishioners, a group of Christian women gather with Muslim women from the masjid to share food and stories, then the light shining there is God’s light. When religious leaders try to exclude or marginalize people based on their gender, sexual orientation, politics, marital status, or past history, there is no divine aura around that. But when all are welcomed at the table to share in the forgiving and transforming love of God, then we see the radiance of Christ. His light is all around us, in every act of kindness, every moment of compassion, every effort to heal, every attempt to build bridges and forge relationships. We are Advent people: we are called to see Christ coming in all these ways, we are supposed to see his light all around us and, like John the Baptist, say, “Look! See? That is God!”


But being witnesses means more than just pointing to the light: it means reflecting the light, letting it shine through us. And here we touch a wonderful mystery: we don’t have to make that happen. That light is already within us. As Paul tells us in Romans, God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit that has been given to us (Rom. 5:5). That love wants to shine out in our lives. So I began with a dumb question, but let me end with a great question: How is that light trying to shine through you? We tend to be such doers, but answering that question first means stopping and paying attention, looking at the light of Jesus, and pondering that light, and opening our hearts and minds to how God wants that light to shine in our particular lives with our particular circumstances. It's not something we impose or make up: it is something that emerges from us. Maybe it will mean getting involved in a self-giving ministry. Maybe it will mean changing your attitude towards someone you know. Maybe it will mean re-focusing on what’s really important. It could be anything and everything. What we know for sure is that there is a divine light shining within us, and Jesus tells us not to cover it up or hide it. He is the true light, but we are witnesses, so filled with his Spirit that he can say to us, You are the light of the world (Matt. 5:14). Let your light shine. Let people see the light of Christ in us.

Friday, December 15, 2017

Tradition, but . . .










Soon I will be asked to look over the worship bulletins for Christmas. This will not be a difficult task. We will sing the same carols that we have sung for decades. We will read the same beautiful story from Luke's Gospel that has been read for centuries. We will do so in a church that is decorated the way we always decorate it. We will maintain our most cherished traditions while we celebrate the birth of the greatest change agent in the history of the world.

It is ironic that faithful people so often do not like change, but anyone who spends any time in church worship knows this (you should hear the comments I get if we sing just one unfamiliar hymn!). And our traditions embody something precious. Every time I put on a stole and chasuble (vestments that date from the Roman Empire) and pray at the altar with the very words that Jesus himself used, I feel deeply connected to a reality that extends around the world and down through the ages. We are part of God's ongoing love affair with humanity, and our most sacred acts and words serve to remind us of that.

And that is never more true than during this time of year, when tradition abounds and we look back in comfortable, familiar ways to an ancient story which warms us in part because we know it so well and have heard it so often. But the great message of Advent is to stay awake! And the season does not just look backward to a beautiful birth narrative but emphasizes that we need always look forward to the coming of the One who gives new birth and new life. One of the last things that the Risen Christ says in Scripture is "See, I am making all things new" (Rev. 21:5).

So by all means let's put out the familiar decorations and sing the familiar carols, but let's never forget that God comes among us to change us and change the world through us. Light the Advent Wreath and be open to how Jesus is calling you to be light to the world, perhaps in new and uncomfortable ways. Sing the old carols — and take them seriously. When we sing "cast out our sin and enter in, be born in us today," imagine how Christ can be born anew in you. We often like to look to the past, but Jesus is always calling us into the future, into a new reality that we are part of.

Someone once defined the difference between "tradition" and "traditionalism" this way: tradition is the living faith of dead people; traditionalism is the dead faith of living people. May all our Advent and Christmas tradition make us alive in faith and always open to the new things God is doing in our lives and in our world.

Monday, December 11, 2017

Changing Our Minds. December 10, 2017 The Rev. Kathleen M. Sturges


Mark 1:1-8
2 Advent

One of the things that I love to do is go for long walks in my neighborhood.  What makes my walks particularly nice is that I have access to a good amount of wooded area full of dirt paths.  When the trees are full of leaves it gives me a sense of being out in the wilderness.  So last spring, when we all were enjoying the warmth and light of the sun well into the evening hours I took off for one of my walks.  That day I decided to take a new path to see where it might lead.  After following the unfamiliar twists and turns for about thirty minutes or so I decided it was time to head back. So I turned around and started walking in the direction I had just come.  When I came upon a fork in the road, I confidently veered right or left as my memory and my keen sense of navigational skills dictated until eventually I realized that nothing looked familiar or rather everything looked the same - the trees, the underbrush, the dirt paths.  I had no clue which way to go and it dawned on me I was lost!  But, honestly, it was a fun kind of lost.  I mean I knew I wasn’t always going to be lost forever and that this was a safe type of “wilderness” to be lost in and just the novelty of the feeling was a bit thrilling.  With access to GPS at almost all times it’s a rare event to not know where you are.  Obviously, I made it back home, but I confess it took me a good while of trying one path and then another until I eventually I stumbled out of the wilderness and found my way home.   

Today on this second Sunday in Advent into the wilderness we go with John the Baptist to hear as the beginning of the gospel of Mark puts it the beginning of the good news of Jesus Christ, the Son of God.  How odd, though, that God’s good news about Jesus begins in the wilderness.  Unlike the pretend wilderness in my neighborhood, true wilderness places are harsh and difficult to be in.  Why did those in the Judean countryside and residents of Jerusalem have to go out into the wilderness to hear John’s message?  Perhaps it’s because the wilderness is often the best place for us to prepare the way of the Lord.   The experience of the Israelites bears witness to this.  They spent forty years in the wilderness preparing for new life in the promise land.  And Jesus also follows this pattern.  Immediately after his baptism he too goes into the wilderness for a time of preparation before his public ministry begins. 

Nowadays,  if we want to we can avoid being in the wilderness our entire lives - the wilderness in a geographical sense, that is.  But no one can fully avoid the path that leads to wilderness experiences in life.  Anytime we have a season where we feel overwhelmed, anxious, angry, isolated, grief-stricken or just plain lost - those are wilderness places, for sure.  But even there, or maybe especially there in the wilderness, there is good news.  It is a place that God is at work, preparing us so that we might recognize God coming to us in new and unexpected ways.  And today as we enter into the wilderness with John the Baptist the way God seeks to prepare us is through a baptism of repentance.

Repentance?  You might question.  Repentance when someone’s in the wilderness?  How can that help?  Isn’t that like kicking someone when their down?  Well, yes, if repentance is only about feeling really, really guilty and really, really sorry for the bad things we’ve done and left undone  If that’s the case then repentance offers cold comfort in any wilderness.   But if you consider that in the Greek language of the New Testament,  the word used for repentance literally means a change of mind then John the Baptist, our wilderness guide, may be onto something.

Because repentance isn’t about shame or guilt, it’s about having our minds changed, transformed so that we can really know deep down the good news of Jesus Christ, the Son of God in our lives - and here it is:  God accepts us.  God accepts you and God accepts me just as we are.  God does not say, “If you’re good then I will love you.”  No God says, “I love you - the real you - all of you no matter what.”  There are no preconditions to God’s love and acceptance and forgiveness towards us.  That means that there is nothing that we can do to make God love us more and there is nothing that we can do to make God love us less. 

Repentance isn’t about changing God’s mind about us, but changing our minds about God.  And in order to get to that change of mind, that repentance, it begins with confession.  I’m sure you’ve noticed that confession is something that we do at almost every Sunday.  It’s that important.  But why?  When we confess our sins it’s not like we’re giving God any information God doesn’t already have.  So if confession isn’t about telling God something new or making us feel bad then why do we bother with it?  Because the act of confession helps us to get our hearts, our minds, our souls into a place where we can be open to and really accept what already is - God’s love, acceptance, and forgiveness towards us.  Repentance doesn’t earn us God’s forgiveness.  It doesn’t convince God to forgive us.  That’s not the way it works.  Rather God’s forgiveness comes first.  Repentance is simply our response to that grace.     

Scripture bears witness to this.  In the gospels when Jesus offers forgiveness people - to the paralytic man who is lowered through a rooftop, to the woman who anoints his feet, to the thief on the cross - God’s forgiveness is given before they do much of anything, let alone actual confessing and repenting.  And in the book of Romans, Paul explains this way, “God proves his love for us in that while we still were sinners Christ died for us.”  God doesn’t wait until we’ve met some kind of standard or requirement.  Rather, in the language of Paul, “while we still were sinners,” Christ came and continues to come into our lives at all times and in all places.


Now whether you are lost in the wilderness right now or enjoying the delights of a winter wonderland when it’s supposed to be “the most wonderful time of the year,”  or maybe, more realistically, you’re experiencing a bit of both worlds, hear the call of John the Baptist this Advent season. Get ready for the many ways Christ is coming.  Prepare to receive God’s love, acceptance, and forgiveness through repentance - the changing of our minds - which provides not only a comfort in the wilderness, but a straight path that leads to hope, love, joy, and peace.  This is the beginning of the good news of Jesus Christ, the Son of God.   Christ has come, Christ is coming, Christ will come again - not only for us, but for the entire world. 

Thursday, December 7, 2017

Authority through Grace. 11/26/17 The Rev. Kathleen M. Sturges


Matthew 25:31-46

A couple of years ago I visited the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception in Washington DC.  It’s the largest Roman Catholic church in North America which means that when you enter into the worship space it’s really big.  And what catches your eye in the midst of all there is to see is a huge mosaic of Jesus located behind the main altar.  Like the church, this art piece is one of the largest of its kind - Jesus is about 100 feet high, at least two times as tall as the inside of this church.  I’ve never seen anything like it.  And I’m not just talking about its size but also its depiction of Christ.  The motif itself is nothing new.  It’s been around since the 4th century.  It’s called Christ in Majesty which has Jesus sitting on his heavenly throne as ruler of the world and judge of nations.  But what makes this Christ in Majesty particularly striking is the fearsome intensity it conveys.  There’s no getting around this giant Jesus with his piercing eyes and his distinct eyebrows that slope down and inwards - the best way to see it in your mind’s eye is to think angry emoji.  But that’s not all.  Dressed in a red toga which drapes over his left shoulder, Jesus’ arms are extended in a powerful gesture revealing not only the scars on his hands, but a bare and quite muscular right arm and chest.  And literally to top it off, above Jesus’ head is a halo with flames shooting out.   Christ in Majesty is the official name, but it has also gained a telling nickname, Scary Jesus.   

And Scary Jesus was one of the images that came to mind as I reflected on our reading from the gospel of Matthew this week which speaks of a time when the Son of Man will come in glory, sit on his throne, judge the nations, and separate the sheep from the goats.  All is well if King Jesus deems you a sheep, but if you are put on team goat, you’re doomed.   If our destiny really does come down to a type of two column ledger system with all the good we’ve done on one side and bad on the other then Christ coming in majesty as our king is very scary indeed. 

If that’s the way things will work out in the end then the gospel of Matthew is serving as a type of cheat sheet by slipping us the questions to our ultimate final exam so we know how to prepare: feed the hungry, give drink to the thirsty, welcome the stranger, clothe the naked, care for the sick, visit the prisoner.   All very good things we are called to do, but there’s a glaring problem in this approach.  If we engage in these acts of mercy from a place of fear in order to win God’s favor, hoping to earn our way into heaven then we aren’t loving our neighbor, we’re using them - using them for our own gain. 

This is not what King Jesus, the Christ in Majesty, has in mind for us.  True acts of mercy are done not out of fear of punishment or hope of gain, but out of genuine love and care for the other without a focus on the self.  We see it in the question uttered by everyone in this story, “When was it that we saw you?” they ask in disbelief.   None of them had any idea that their actions or lack of action made any impact on Jesus at all.  Those who do feed the hungry, clothe the naked, and tend the sick do so because it’s just what you do when you know God’s love and seek to follow the way of Jesus.  These acts of caring that don’t earn a place in the kingdom of heaven, but serve to reveal who it is that is already living as citizens of Christ’s Kingdom.  The sheep inherit the kingdom because they already belong.  For God’s kingdom is not so much a place that is found on a map, but a way of being and relating and seeing the world around us.   It’s a kingdom that can be easily overlooked by the casual observer.

Which brings me to another image that came to mind this week.  It too was something I saw in DC on the same day I encountered the daunting Christ in Majesty altarpiece.   In stark contrast, though, this piece of art was not found in the glory of one of the largest churches in the world.  Instead, it was located outside on an ordinary sidewalk between the U.S. Capitol and the White House.  It was a life-sized bronze sculpture of something that most of us have seen more than once in our lives - a man sleeping on a park bench covered with a blanket from his head all the way down to his ankles.  Only his bare feet are exposed.  The sculpture looks so lifelike that if you’re not paying attention you could easily assume that it’s a real-life vagrant.  And some people actually have.  One woman made the news when she called the police to report the sleeping man as a threat to the neighborhood.  However, for those who are willing to slow down in order to look and see, not only will they notice that this artfully sculpted man is made out of bronze, but that the holes in his bare feet identify who he is - Homeless Jesus. 

This is our king, Homeless Jesus, whose kingdom is so radically different than anything the world has ever known.  A kingdom where the first are last and the king is servant of all - which provides some pushback on the fearsome visions our minds and our art can create with the image of Christ in Majesty.   Now none of us can help but see Jesus through the lens of our own experience in our own time.  When early Christians imagined Jesus sitting on the throne of glory they portrayed him in a way similar to a Roman emperor of their time.  We also have our own images and ideas of what power and authority look like, but any picture we conjure in our head that has God in Christ using authority in a traditional way, as in demanding obedience through the power of force and fear, is not the gospel truth.  

Jesus’ power and authority in the gospel is known to us through love, mercy, and grace.  There is no ledger system of judgment where our good works save us - that’s the world’s way, not God’s.   God’s way is to judge us as needy and come to us with liberating power that seeks to heal, transform, and save all of our lives so that we may live in this world as citizens of God’s kingdom.  Citizens who seek to serve the hungry, the thirsty, the stranger, the naked, the sick, the imprisoned, not out of fear, but out of love for the king.   On that day when Christ does come in majesty - whatever that may actually look like - we will live more fully in the reality of  glorious Kingdom of God.   And we will see Jesus, not as the scary one, but as our king whose reign is service, whose throne is humble and whose judgment is a fire in our hearts to serve those in need.  

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

Stay awake! December 3, 2017 The Rev. David M. Stoddart


Mark 13:24-37
1 Advent

The sun will be darkened, and the moon will not give its light, and the stars will be falling from heaven, and the powers in the heavens will be shaken. Then they will see the Son of Man coming in clouds with great power and glory. Strange and disturbing stuff, this apocalyptic imagery. I vividly recall my first encounter with it. It didn’t come in church or in a seminary classroom. It happened when I was young boy in a movie theater, courtesy of Walt Disney, and with the title “Sleeping Beauty.” Do any of you remember seeing that movie? Princess Aurora has a curse put on her by the evil sorceress Maleficent so that when she pricks her finger on a spindle she falls into a deep sleep and can only be awakened by the kiss of true love. While she lies in this enchanted sleep, Prince Phillip is determined to rescue her. But he is imprisoned in the dungeon of Maleficent’s castle, seemingly doomed until three good fairies release him and arm him with the sword of truth and the shield of virtue. With their help he fights through hordes of demonic creatures, a dark forest of brambles, and a terrible storm, until Maleficent herself appears before him in a burst of flame and cries out, “Now shall you deal with me, O Prince, and all the powers of hell!”  — mind you, this is considered a children’s movie —and at that point she transforms herself into a huge dragon, and the prince is almost overcome but hurls his sword through the lurid sky with the words, “O sword of truth, fly swift and sure, that evil die and good endure.” The sword then plunges into the dragon’s breast, and the beast perishes in a great flurry of fire and smoke. And then the sun comes out, the prince awakens Aurora with a kiss, and they all live happily ever after.

Well, “they” did not include me: I don’t think I slept well for a week afterwards. Like the “Night on Bald Mountain” sequence in Fantasia and the sea witch story in The Little Mermaid, Sleeping Beauty is pure apocalypse. It has all the elements we find in Scripture: storm and darkness, struggle and suffering, heavy symbolism, cataclysmic events, supernatural intervention, the temporary triumph of evil, the ultimate victory of good. I couldn’t have explicated all that as a kid, of course, but even then I got the message: this world can be a terrifying place, but love always wins in the end.

If you get that, then you understand the basics of apocalyptic thought. It was a form of religious literature that was very popular in the century or two before and after Jesus’ earthly life — the book of Revelation being the most famous example — and it was custom designed for turbulent times. As frightening and forbidding as it seems to us, the basic message was one of hope: when the world seems to be imploding, even when the world is actually ending and the forces of evil and chaos seem triumphant, even then God is God and love will prevail. It’s easy to believe that when the sky is blue, our stomachs are full, and are children are safe, but it is when life is tragic and awful that we most need to believe it. Scratched on a wall of German concentration camp during World War II were these words:

            I believe in the sun, even when it is not shining.
            I believe in love, even when I don’t feel it.
            I believe in God, even when he is silent.

Apocalyptic language in the Bible, like we find in our Gospel today, affirms in the most graphic and dramatic way possible that the sun will shine again, God will not be silent, and love will win.

And that is how we begin the season of Advent which, despite popular belief, is not primarily about getting ready for Christmas. Our preparation to celebrate the first coming of Jesus at Bethlehem gives us an opportunity to prepare for the continued coming of Jesus in our daily lives and the final coming of Jesus at the end of our lives, and the end of all time. And this season takes place in the darkest month of the year and always begins with an apocalyptic Gospel passage, giving us a stark reminder that it is when life is dark that we most need Christ to come.

And since Jesus does come, the great message on this first Sunday of Advent is: Stay awake! — don’t miss him when he comes, and don’t forget that he often comes in the toughest moments. I was in the hospital a couple months ago visiting someone who is not a parishioner but has a connection with our parish. She was very sick, with some serious medical issues going on, and she was not expecting a visit from me. But it was grace-filled: we talked, I anointed her and prayed for her, and she ended up in tears, good tears. It was not because I did anything special, but she was vulnerable enough and I was awake enough for the Spirit to move, and the Spirit moved. As I was leaving, she said, “I will never forget this.” What I will never forget is that Jesus came to that hospital room that day.

I shudder to think how many times I have been asleep and missed him, but my experience and the experience of others has taught me that Christ is coming to us all the time. So before we jump into all the frantic activity of December, before we get all caught up in gifts and parties and pre-Christmas chaos, I urge you to stay awake. Any Advent practices, like reading devotionals and lighting wreaths, only matter to the extent that they keep us alert to the coming of Jesus. And as we stay focused on that, I think two things are particularly important. First, in light of today’s Gospel, pay special attention to the “apocalyptic” moments in your life, the moments of sickness, pain, fear, and despair because those are so often the times when Christ comes. And second, remember that he not only comes to us: he comes through us. This week, you may well be Jesus to someone else: the Spirit of Christ may come through you to bless another person. It has nothing to do with being deserving or holy: it has everything to do with being willing and awake. So wake up. After all, if we want to greet him with joy when he comes on the Last Day, we best begin by recognizing him when he comes on this day. Our Prayer Book funeral liturgy, quoting Job, puts it beautifully:

            As for me, I know that my Redeemer lives
            And that at the last day he will stand upon the earth.
            After my awaking, he will raise me up;
            and in my body I shall see God.
            I myself shall see him, and my eyes behold him
            Who is my friend and not a stranger.


So be it for all of us. Amen.