First Sunday after Pentecost-Trinity Sunday Year B

1st Sunday after Pentecost-Trinity Sunday Year B May 30, 2021 When David and I were first dating, he had the idea that we should foxtrot together. While this seems like a good and reasonable idea on the surface, in actuality, it turned out not so great. You see, David had some basic training in foxtrot, and he assured me it was “one of the easier dances.” But I had no knowledge of how to foxtrot. The other thing that was working against us was the fact that we were attempting this endeavor in his tiny NYC apartment’s living room which was already much occupied by furniture. Even by moving the coffee table out of the way, we quickly discovered there just wasn’t enough room, and eventually, we spent more time agreeing upon the desired song than we spent actually attempting to dance. Today, this first Sunday after Pentecost, is the day in the church that is set aside to highlight the doctrine and the mystery of the Trinity: God who is three in one and one in three; the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit; Creator, Redeemer, and Sustainer; “Lover, Beloved, and the Love”i shared between the two. At its heart, the Trinity is about relationships, and it is through that lens that we are invited to contemplate and engage it. In the book Walk in Love: Episcopal Beliefs and Practices, the authors Scott Gunn and Melody Wilson Shobe write about the Trinity and Trinity Sunday: “One Sunday-and one Sunday only-each year, the church celebrates a doctrine. On the Sunday after the Day of Pentecost, we focus on the Doctrine of the Holy Trinity. We sing hymns and hear preaching about God as Father, Son, and Holy Spirit: the Holy Trinity. If you wanted to pick a good Sunday to hear a heretical sermon, you’d do well to pick this Sunday. You see, it’s pretty common for preachers to make the mistake of trying to oversimplify the Holy Trinity. And in our efforts to downsize the ineffable into something we can grasp, we almost always mess it up. We are much better off leaving the Holy Trinity as a divine mystery, something that we enter into with joy and a bit of uncertainty. Without trying to boil the whole thing down to a bumper sticker, there are a few things we can say about the Holy Trinity. At its core, the Holy Trinity reveals that our God is a God of relationship. Father, Son, and Holy Spirit are in a beautiful, careful, and timeless dance. The Holy Trinity reveals to us that God is unity, diversity, and majesty. The Holy Trinity keeps us from making the mistake of reducing God to something comprehensible, to a God that our brains can hold.”ii Interestingly enough, the early church Fathers wrote about the Trinity by using a Greek term for dancing: perichoresis. Peri means around, and khoreia/khorein means dance or even to make room for. Healthy relationships are always a balance between staying connected and also making room for the other; this is modeled for us in the Triune God, and we are invited into this type of relationship with God and with each other. The Trinity transforms our understanding of God being only up there hanging out in heaven and apart from everything to God who is up there, down here, and everywhere, in the thick of things with us, in us, in others, and all around us, longing to be connected with each one of us while also giving us enough space to be who God has created us to be. This notion of Trinity not only impacts our relationship with God, but if we allow it, it can impact our relationship with every other created person and part of this world. Finally, here’s one more practical vision of the Trinity, this one from C.S. Lewis. Imagine “an ordinary simple Christian” at prayer, Lewis says, his voice crackling over the airwaves in one of his famous radio addresses (the same reflections he eventually collected into Mere Christianity). Her prayer is directed toward God — but it is also prompted by God within her in the first place. And at the same time, as she prays she stands with Jesus and within Jesus as part of the Body of Christ (recall how Christians typically pray “in Jesus’ name”). In short, as this “ordinary simple Christian” prays, God is three things for her: the goal she is trying to reach, the impetus within her, and her beloved companion along the way — indeed “the Way” itself. Thus “the whole threefold life” of the triune God “is actually going on” around and within her, Lewis contends — and as she prays, she “is being caught up into the higher kinds of life,” which is to say, into God’s own life, three and one, one and three” while still remaining herself. iii Your invitation for this week is to think about this mysterious dance of connection and making space that God does and invites you into. How might this understanding change or reshape the way that you encounter God? How might this challenge you to encounter others or Creation differently? i. From St. Augustine of Hippo ii. Gunn, Scott and Melody Wilson Shobe. Walk in Love: Episcopal Beliefs and Practices. Forward Movement: Cincinatti, 2018, pp271-272 iii. From Salt Lectionary post as quoting CS Lewis in Mere Christianity Part 4 Section 2. https://www.saltproject.org/progressive-christian-blog/lectionary-commentary-for-trinity-sunday

The Seventh Sunday of Easter Year B

Easter 7B_2021 May 16, 2021 The first time I visited the Mississippi Gulf Coast after Hurricane Katrina was when I was interviewing for the rector position to which I was eventually called. The Senior Warden at the time took me on a tour as a part of the interview process, and as we drove up and down the battered landscape with properties along the Coast still in various forms of destruction or even completely empty, I also noticed the trees, which had their own story to tell. So many live oaks up and down the coastline had gauges cut into their trunks where the storm surge had battered them with large debris (which included boats, cars, parts of houses…). I asked the Senior Warden about the trees, and he told me how so many oaks had been toppled by Katrina and the storm surge, and lay on their sides, roots exposed, among the wreckage. He told me about how he and others had come in soon after the storm with some of their large construction equipment (he was a homebuilder), and they used that equipment to push the oaks back upright, so that their massive roots were once again planted in the soil. “We couldn’t save all of them,” he told me, “but we were able to save some.” Throughout my years there, I looked fondly on the battered and scarred trunks of some of those oaks, the testimony of all that they had endured and continued to endure as trees planted near the shore and also as a testament to the kindness of the people who sought to help and restore them in their time of need. Today is a sort of in between time in the life of the church. This past Thursday, we marked the feast day of the Ascension, when the resurrected Christ left his disciples for the last time as God lifted him up to heaven; and next Sunday we will mark the feast day of Pentecost, when the Holy Spirit first descended upon the disciples after Jesus’s ascension. Jesus has left and the Spirit has not yet come. We don’t really know what to expect, what will come next, but we know things will be different. And so our collect for today holds something of a plea: “Do not leave us comfortless” we pray. And we cling to the assurance of the Psalm, that God’s people will be “like trees planted by streams of water,/ bearing fruit in due season, with leaves that do not wither; / everything they do shall prosper.” We are not strangers to the in-between times, the liminal times. This whole past year has been an in-between time, and even as things are much more hopeful, we still find ourselves in between what was, what has been, and what will be. We don’t really know what life will look like in the coming months, although we have glimmers, and we definitely know if will be different. I’ve had numerous conversations with people these last couple of weeks about unexplained emotions and behaviors that are bubbling up from us in this liminal time, this in between season. Many of you are experiencing heightened irritability or anger; some of you are feeling unexplained sadness, weariness, or lethargy. I suspect these may be the wounds and scars on our souls from this past traumatic season. “Do not leave us comfortless” is a prayer that may resonate with us now more than ever as we seek certainty and understanding in the midst of the continuing changing landscape and as we begin to assess the damage and look for ways to begin to heal. On the feast of the Ascension this past week, I read a sonnet on the Ascension by Malcolm Guite, Anglican priest and poet, where he writes of Christ’s ascension: We saw him go and yet we were not parted He took us with him to the heart of things The heart that broke for all the broken-hearted Is whole and Heaven-centred now, and sings, Sings in the strength that rises out of weakness, Sings through the clouds that veil him from our sight,i I’ve been pondering this image of Christ’s heart that broke for all the broken hearted that now sings in the strength that rises out of weakness and the promise that we have been taken with him to the heart of things. There is certainly comfort there for me to think of Christ’s heart that continues to break for all whose hearts are breaking here and now. And there is comfort to think about the ways that our strength can rise out of weakness just as Jesus rose from the grave in the resurrection and ascended into heaven. It’s an image not unlike those old oaks trees, battered and bruised, lying on their sides after the utter devastation of a hurricane, until someone came along and cared enough to push them back upright to bury their roots once again in the soil. Sometimes, we are so much like those oaks, in need of help, comfort, care from others, with our scars from this last year on visible display through our unexpected feelings and responses. And sometimes we are called to by like the ones who brought in the heavy equipment for no reason other than they saw a need and sought to help, because it is what you do when you see another creature of God’s failing and floundering. This week, your invitation is to pray about and ponder what your response is to our plea to God this week: “Do not leave us comfortless!” Are you being called to open yourself to help and healing that may be offered from unexpected sources? Or are you being called to be one of the helpers? I suspect we are all called a little bit to both in this season. How might we be called to help heal what has been damaged and wounded in each other—through active kindness, listening, patience with each other, forgiveness… i. https://malcolmguite.wordpress.com/2021/05/12/a-sonnet-for-ascension-day-10/?fbclid=IwAR3z6m1dQhlH5Ify_4PwQqzmLEKe-fxZWaQOk-do1g1-15Jw446v8orEu1E

The Sixth Sunday of Easter Year B

Easter 6B_2021 May 9, 2021 This week’s gospel is an immediate continuation from last week’s gospel. This portion of John’s gospel is known as Jesus farewell discourse, where he is telling his disciples goodbye, that he won’t be with them much longer, and he is offering them some serious pastoral care as they are sad and confused about what he is telling them. “Abide in me,” Jesus tells them over and over again, “and I will abide in you.” Another translation of this is “make your home in me and I will make my home in you.” In talking about these passages, one of my colleagues reflected on a time when she was serving as a priest to a church that also had a day care. Her office was right near the stairwell that led from the day care to outside, and every day, she’d hear small children have complete and utter melt-downs on the stairway as they were reunited with their parents after a long day and preparing to head home. My friend remarked to the day care director one day how horrible it must be for those parents to be greeted with their kids’ meltdowns every day when they picked them up, and the day care director looked at my friend like she was an idiot, and told her that when the kids were with their parents they knew they were safe enough to have all their feelings. It’s not unlike what we do when we are all at home, when home is a safe place where we can be vulnerable. My friend connected this to a poem by Rumi titled the Guesthouse: The Guest House This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes As an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they're a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out for some new delight. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond. i In our gospel reading for today, Jesus reveals his hand, showing the purpose of this farewell discourse as well as revealing the purpose of his ministry: “so that my joy may be in you, and that your joy may be complete.” And a little later in John’s gospel in chapter 16 verses 21-22, Jesus talks about this joy that he offers in an unusual way: “When a woman is in labor, she has pain, because her hour has come. But when her child is born, she no longer remembers the anguish because of the joy of having brought a human being into the world. So you have pain now; but I will see you again, and your hearts will rejoice, and no one will take your joy from you.” As one commentary puts it:” Jesus’ mission is for the sake of joy, yes — but not just any joy. Think of it, he says, like the joy of a new mother, strong and creative, exhausted and exultant, a joy that is no stranger to anguish, and above all the joy of having brought new life into the world. From this angle, we may put the poetry this way: every Christian disciple is a mother or a midwife!”ii And then there’s the reading from Acts for today. This story marks the beginning of the full inclusion of Gentiles in the group of those who follow Jesus. It’s interesting to me that the Holy Spirit shows up and anoints everyone even before all the Gentiles have been baptized, and so Peter makes his case for their baptism based on the highly compelling argument “Why not?” (He actually says, “Can anyone withhold the water for baptizing these people who have received the Holy Spirit just as we have?” which equates in my book to, “Well, why not go ahead and baptize them?) When joy shows up and surprises us, how often do we try to manage it or maintain it rather than asking “well, why not?” So what does this have to offer us in terms of an understanding of our own life, our own faith, our own calling? If Jesus’s mission is “so that [his] joy may be in you, and that your joy may be complete,” then how does that shape your calling as his friend and follower, the one who makes your home in him and he in you? How might the Holy Spirit be calling you to experience unexpected joy, a joy that is like that of a new mother: strong and creative, exhausted and exultant, a joy that is no stranger to anguish, and above all the joy of having brought new life into the world? How might God be calling you to serve as mother or mid-wife to this kind of fierce, creative joy? And what might your suffering have to teach you about joy? i. https://allpoetry.com/poem/8534703-The-Guest-House-by-Mewlana-Jalaluddin-Rumi ii. Salt Lectionary Commentary Easter 6B: https://www.saltproject.org/progressive-christian-blog/2018/5/1/love-for-the-sake-of-joy-salts-lectionary-commentary-for-easter-6

The Fifth Sunday of Easter Year B

Easter 5B 2021 May 2, 2021 It may come as no surprise to those of you who know me or have heard me preach that I have a complicated relationship with vines. This past week, I invited Mary Hardee to come over to my house to help me try to transform the waste land that is our backyard and to tell me what things I needed to plant. As Mary surveyed the 8 foot tall privacy fence between us and our neighbors, she said, “You know, you could plant some jasmine on that to soften it up a bit.” “Oh, no!!” I replied. “There was jasmine growing all over that fence from the neighbor’s side when we moved in, and it was so heavy it pulled the fence down, and we had to replace it! I’m not doing jasmine again!” She looked at me in that classic, no-nonsense Mary Hardee way and said, “Well, you have to prune it, Melanie.” And then there’s kudzu. Have I ever talked to y’all about kudzu? You don’t see much kudzu around here, but it runs rampant in and around central Mississippi. Kudzu is a plant that was imported from Japan to help with erosion control and what started out as a good thing quickly began to take over because kudzu is incredibly invasive. It’s so invasive that you can’t even really prune it; once it shows up, you just have to rip the sucker out as best as you can and be aware that it will come back sooner or later (usually sooner) with a vengeance and it will cover and smother anything in its path. (I fought a losing battle with kudzu in the yard of the rector that was our first home in McComb, Mississippi.) But you know what else grows in vines? Green beans. All different types of peas. And boy, do I love any and all kinds of green beans and peas. Our family grow these on our farm, and they have built whole structures that look like long tunnels for the beans and peas to grow on. The structures are designed to support the weight of the vines, and you don’t prune the vines for peas and beans. The way that you keep them healthy is to pick. The more you pick the peas and the beans during the peak of the season, the more beans and peas they bear. And if you don’t pick the beans and peas, the plants will stop producing. This past week, I finished up my continuing ed course I’ve been taking over the course of this past academic year. We’ve had nine days of instruction via Zoom on Bowen family systems theory and how that applies to our own families of origin and to churches and other organizations. The theory behind Bowen family systems is that families (and organizations) all respond in predictable ways and patterns (Bowen has identified 8 concepts) and that all relationships fall somewhere in the balance between two seemingly competitive needs: 1. our need to be independent selves, differentiated from our families by understanding what our core values and ideas and beliefs are which cannot be changed or shaped from outside of us and 2. To be together in a place where we belong, connected via relationship. The goal of the healthiest individuals and families is to retain connectivity with each other, while being mindful of the ways that our own reactivity can impact others in the family and staying defined in who we are as individuals. This is especially true when something happens to create anxiety in the self or in the family or group. I’ve been thinking about all this in the context of the vines. Because families and churches, too, can often fall victim to an overdrive of the togetherness function. (If you’ve ever visited a church and discovered that all the church members are too busy talking to each other to even notice you, then you’ve experienced this phenomenon.) Sometimes that togetherness function in churches can look like jasmine: it is lovely and smells so fragrant but if it isn’t controlled through pruning, it will tear down the entire fence. At it’s worst, that out of control togetherness function in churches looks like kudzu: it’s something that started off being helpful but quickly becomes invasive, choking the life out of the other plants that it quickly covers and absorbs. And then you’ve got the beans and peas. When they have a structure that is built to support them and someone comes along to water them and pick them, they continue to bear fruit throughout the season. I’d say that’s what the healthiest congregations look like. So, how do we function more like beans and pea vines and less like kudzu or out or control jasmine, as individuals and as a church? Jesus says, “I am the vine, you are the branches. Those who abide in me and I in them bear much fruit, because apart from me you can do nothing.” This is a truly anxious time for Jesus’s disciples. This part of John’s gospel is known as the farewell discourse. Jesus has told the disciples that he will not be with them much longer. He continues to use metaphors that will be familiar to them to give them reassurance and to give them some sense of what the future will look like. As one commentary puts it: “In the context of Jesus emphatically assuring his disciples that he isn't abandoning them, the image of the vine and the branches functions as a soothing word of solace. The enduring connection with his disciples, Jesus insists, will be so organic and integral that separation is virtually unthinkable: the disciples’ very lives will be signs of that connection, just as the life and fruit of a branch are signs of its ongoing connection to its vine. In this way, the gist and upshot of the metaphor is not (as it’s too often read in Christian circles today), “If you want to live, you’d better stay connected to me, or else” but rather, “Don't worry, we'll be together; your life itself and all its fruit will testify to our ongoing intimacy. Take heart: I will be with you, and our companionship will be even closer than it is now. Today we walk side by side — but in the days to come I will live in you, and you in me. Today, you walk in my footsteps — but in the days to come you will walk, so to speak, ‘in my feet,’ and I will walk in yours. Indeed, you will be my hands and feet for a world that needs healing and good news. Friends, I’m not abandoning you! On the contrary, I will abide in you. You will abide in me. I will not leave you alone...”i So what’s most important isn’t about how we connect to one another. What’s most important is how each one of us connects to Jesus the one true vine. He is responsible for connecting us, and what we need to most worry about is how we connect to him. And as a result of that connection, our very lives will be signs of that connection, bearing fruit again and again and again. We also need to be prepared for new growth in the vine that is Jesus. We saw that yesterday with the joyous celebration where 22 new people join this community, this branch of Jesus that is St. Thomas Episcopal Church. Each one of them belongs to Jesus in the same way we all do, and their presence in the vine will change us, expand us, challenge us in new and exciting ways. The priest and poet Malcolm Guite has a sonnet about this. I Am the Vine John 15:5 I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing. How might it feel to be part of the vine? Not just to see the vineyard from afar Or even pluck the clusters, press the wine, But to be grafted in, to feel the stir Of inward sap that rises from our root, Himself deep planted in the ground of Love, To feel a leaf unfold a tender shoot, As tendrils curled unfurl, as branches give A little to the swelling of the grape, In gradual perfection, round and full, To bear within oneself the joy and hope Of God’s good vintage, till it’s ripe and whole. What might it mean to bide and to abide In such rich love as makes the poor heart gladii This week, your invitation is to ponder what it might mean to bide and to abide in the vine that is Jesus Christ. What might that look like in your life right now? What kind of fruit are you being called to bear? What kind of fruit are we being called to bear? i. Salt Lectionary Commentary for Easter 5B. https://www.saltproject.org/progressive-christian-blog/lectionary-commentary-for-easter-5 ii. https://malcolmguite.wordpress.com/2016/04/11/i-am-the-vine-a-sonnet/

The Fourth Sunday of Easter Year B

Easter 4B April 25, 2021 A letter to Mims Gage Ochsner IV on the occasions of your baptism. Dear Gage, Today is the Fourth Sunday of Easter, the day in the life of the church that we call Good Shepherd Sunday. Our readings focus on how Jesus is the good shepherd of his people, and coincidentally, it’s the exact same Sunday that your sister was baptized in this church three years ago. It is the day, when we are still celebrating from Easter, when we recognize the power that Jesus has in our lives: the power to lay down his life for us and to take it up; the power to know us each intimately and to call us each by name; the power to go before us into the big D death and all of the little deaths that we experience in this life and to lead us into the new life of resurrection, to feast at God’s heavenly banquet and to find new life in all the losses and failures of this life together. Today, your parents and your godparents are saying yes on your behalf. They are claiming your place as a sheep in Jesus’ flock, a lamb of his own redeeming. They are making promises on your behalf of how they will teach you to live your life; and then, when you are old enough, you will be able to make those promises for yourself. Those promises include that you will seek and serve Christ in all persons and love your neighbor as yourself; that you will persevere in resisting evil and repent and return to the lord; that you will continue in the apostles teaching, in the breaking of bread and in the prayers; that you will proclaim by word and example the good news of God in Christ, and that you will strive for justice and peace among all people and respect the dignity of every human being. That’s a lot of ask of any parents and any little person and really any one of us. But you won’t be alone on this journey. You’ll have the help and companionship of all us, your fellow sheep, along the way. And you will have Jesus, who will always be with you, knowing you, loving you, calling you, and keeping you. There may be times that you forget all of this, sweet Gage, and that is why we are here. For it is the work of all of us other sheep to help you remember. As we take communion beside you week after week, we will help you remember that you are God’s beloved; that nothing can separate you from the love of God through our good shepherd and friend, Jesus. I watched a video this week that starts with a fluffy sheep who has gotten itself stuck in a narrow crevice. I watched as the young shepherd wrestled the stuck sheep out of the crevice, and I watched as the sheep bounded joyfully down the side of the crevice and leapt right back in to the narrow crack just a few yards down the way from the where the shepherd still stood. In the video, you can see the shepherd sigh, and then begin moving toward the stuck sheep once again to try to fish it out. It’s easy to see the work that Jesus does as being similar to that shepherd—how he fishes us out of the narrow places in our lives where we often get stuck, sometimes over and over again. But it’s important to remember that Jesus also empowers his people to do that work for each other, to help each other get unstuck, to help each other remember who we are called to be and what we are called to do. It’s why we gather here (in person or virtually) week after week after week. Because we need each other. And so, Gage, if you take nothing else away from this day, I hope that you will know and remember, somewhere down deep in your little soul, that you are God’s beloved, known intimately, called by name, and deeply loved by Jesus, no matter how many times you get stuck. On this day and always you will be “marked as Christ’s own forever.” And we are grateful to be fellow sheep on this path with you. Your sister in Christ, Melanie+

The Third Sunday of Easter Year B

The Third Sunday of Easter Year B April 18, 2021 I’ve been reading the Presiding Bishop’s book that our whole diocese is reading for Eastertide. It is titled Love is the Way: Holding On To Hope in Troubling Times. I’ve been listening to Bishop Curry read it through audible as I go on my daily walks around the beautiful Isle of Hope. Because I didn’t start it until we got home from our college tour and trip to see family last week, I’m a week behind, and I’ve been thinking about the questions for reflection from the diocese for last week. In the early part of the book, Bishop Curry talks about a lady named Josie Robinson who stepped into their family soon after his mother became ill when he was still young. Before she’d even met the children, Josie ironed stacks of their clothes, and Bishop Curry talks about all the ways that she loved them sacrificially, even as she poured her love in action into the world through her vocation as a principal at a local high school whose purpose was to help teenage mothers continue their education. One of the questions for reflection for these early chapters is: “Josie Robbins embodied the love this book is about in her care for the Curry Family after Mrs. Curry's illness. Who has made sacrificial, self-giving love real to you?” I’ve been thinking about this, even as I’ve been going through some things my mom saved for me to go through as she and my dad have been cleaning out their home that we grew up in. Among the items my mom saved was a little placard I had forgotten I had. The front says, “I love you.” And the back is a handwritten portion that says, “My very special friend Melanie.” This placard was given to me when I was a young child by my friend whose name was Jane Schutt. Jane was my grandparents’ age when I knew her, and my mom and I would go over to Jane’s house where Jane would entertain me with such mystical items as her autoharp and her cheese board with it’s own wire cheese slicer attached. (She actually gave me a cheese board of my own for Christmas one year because I loved it so much.) Jane always called me her special friend, on birthday and Christmas cards, in book inscriptions, and she was the first adult I can remember being true friends with beyond the relationship of family. I knew Jane’s love in action as a small child as she loved me and treated me like an equal despite the differences in our ages. It wasn’t until I got to seminary after Jane had died that I learned about the way she had loved in a much broader context. As I was reading one of our books for our Church History class, I was startled to come across Jane’s name. The book was titled Episcopalians and Race, and I learned in that book that my special friend Jane had had a cross burned in her yard by the KKK when she was working for Civil Rights in Mississippi. Bishop Curry offers this definition of love: “Love is a firm commitment to act for the well being of someone other than yourself. It can be personal or political, individual or communal, intimate or public. Love will not be segregated to the private, personal precincts of life. Love, as I read it in the Bible, is ubiquitous. It affects all aspects of life.” i He writes later in the chapter: “If love looks outward to the good of the other, then its opposite isn’t hate. Its opposite is selfishness! It’s a life completely centered on the self. Dr. King referred to this as the ‘reverse Copernican revolution.’ To be selfish is to put yourself in the place of the sun, the whole universe revolving around you. Forget morality -at that point you’ve left reason behind. Life becomes a living lie. Because no amount of smarts, money, or accomplishments puts any one human at the center of existence.”ii I’ve been thinking about all of this, about love being an action and both including and expanding beyond personal relationships, about how the opposite of love isn’t hate but it is selfishness. And then I read part of our Epistle reading for today from First John: “See what love the Father has given us, that we should be called children of God; and that is what we are. The reason the world does not know us is that it did not know him. Beloved, we are God's children now; what we will be has not yet been revealed. What we do know is this: when he is revealed, we will be like him, for we will see him as he is. And all who have this hope in him purify themselves, just as he is pure.” And I see Jesus’s encounter with is disciples after his resurrection, his continuation of his self-giving love for them and for all of creation. I can’t help but think about the first line of Mary Oliver’s poem The Messenger which says, “My work is loving the world.” The poem goes on to talk about nature and creation and the delight and wonder found there and how it serves as a source of gratitude. But I can’t help but wonder what it would mean to love the world not just through creation but to try to live selflessly for all the other people of the world and for creation? What would it mean to give the same level of care and consideration for strangers across the country or across the globe that we would for our special friends, our spouses, our parents, our children, and other members of our family? What does it mean that we are all God’s children? How does that tie with others’ claim on us and affect our very thoughts and actions in every moment of every day? Any love for others that we might be called to offer is only rooted in and through the love that God offers us which is made manifest in the person of Jesus Christ and continues to be experienced through the workings of the Holy Spirit. All love comes from God, and we are able to love because God first loved us. Sometimes we are already full to the brim of God’s love, and it isn’t as difficult to let that love spill out and over to love others. And other times, we need to take time and space to be filled up ourselves with God’s love before we can go out and love others. As I offer this prayerful meditation on the passage from First John in closing today, I invite you to close your eyes and ask God for what you need today. When we shall be Praying 1 John 3.2-3 Beloved, we are God’s children now; I am your child, I am beloved, I am yours, I am of you. I am. what we will be has not yet been revealed. I am not done. I am becoming. As you will. What we do know is this: I seek knowing deeper than thinking. Christ, when you are revealed, I open my eyes, I dare to imagine. we will be like you, beloved, made in your image, divine, breathing your breath. for we will see you as you are. See you in all things, see through the eyes of love. All who have this hope in you trust even in the dark. What is is becoming. purify themselves, just as you are pure. Raised to new life, full of your light, pure love.iii Curry, Michael with Sarah Grace. Love is the Way: Holding On To Hope in Troubling Times. Avery: New York, 2020, p 14. Ibid. p 18. Steve Garnaas-Holmes. www.unfoldinglight.net; April 15, 2021

Easter Day 2021

Easter Day 2021 April 4, 2021 Those of you who know me or have heard just a few of my sermons know that I’m an avid reader. I read lots of different types of books—books of poetry, books on religion, leadership, and psychology, the occasional work of non-fiction, but mostly, I read novels. I’ll confess that I’m one of those people who, when about mid-way into a novel, will occasionally flip to the last page and take a peek at how it ends. Because I love a good happy ending, with all loose ends tied up not too neatly but just neatly enough. Which could explain why I find the gospel of Mark to be so unsettling. Imagine sitting down to read this short, action packed gospel, where Jesus is constantly on the move, constantly irritated and frustrated with the denseness and ineptitude of his disciples. So about half-way through, say about at the Transfiguration, when God has revealed God’s glory through Jesus and Jesus predicts his death for the first time and the disciples misunderstand it all spectacularly, imagine that you flip to the end to see if you find a happy ending, some nice, clear resolution. And you get the reading from today’s gospel with the very last line of Mark being: “So they went out and fled from the tomb, for terror and amazement had seized them; and they said nothing to anyone, for they were afraid.” (Now, if those of you who are extra-curious about Mark’s gospel go home and look up the end in your Bibles, I should tell you that there are other verses included that scholars believe were not a part of the original gospel and were written by someone else.) “So they went out and fled from the tomb, for terror and amazement had seized them; and they said nothing to anyone, for they were afraid.” It’s definitely not the most satisfactory closing line of a story and other gospel accounts give us appearances of the Resurrected Christ who speaks a good word to his confused and frightened disciples. So what does Mark’s version of the resurrection have to offer us? Once the sabbath is over, the two women make their way to Jesus’ tomb with spices to anoint his body. Along the way, they are fretting about how they will roll away the heavy stone that blocks the tomb’s entrance, but when they arrive, they discover that the stone has already been rolled back. As they enter the tomb to investigate, they see a young man dressed in white seated on the right side. And they are understandably alarmed. He says to them, “Do not be alarmed; you are looking for Jesus of Nazareth, who was crucified. He has been raised; he is not here. Look, there is the place they laid him. But go, tell his disciples and Peter that he is going ahead of you to Galilee; there you will see him, just as he told you.” The strange messenger gives them the good news that Jesus has been raised, and he gives the women a task—to go tell Jesus’s disciples and Peter (the one who denied him) that he is going ahead of you to Galilee and there you will see him. He’s going home, where the story all began, and you should go there too. And Mark tells us that the women’s first response to this astonishing news is to be seized by terror and amazement, fleeing from the tomb and being silent about what they had seen. And we get that don’t we? We who have lived through the events of the last year. We’ve learned about the unpredictability of life and death. We are starting to understand that resurrection doesn’t mean resuscitation, that though we may long for things to “go back to normal,” the way they were before we were all faced with a global pandemic that our lives won’t just be resuscitated to resume at some magical point in time in the future. We have learned that resurrection, that new life is mysterious and unpredictable, that we often have to rely on strange, unrecognizable messengers who we only understand and recognize later, and that there is a certain amount of terror involved when facing resurrection. [And the good news of Mark’s gospel is that, despite its unsatisfactory ending, Jesus’s resurrection did, in fact occur, and the disciples eventually overcome their terror and their silence to spread the good news that God’s love is stronger even than death and that we, as Jesus’s followers, get to participate in that victory both in this life and in the next.] Let us pray. Heavenly Father, we approach your Son’s resurrection with joy and with fear. It is, as birth always is, filled with delight and danger. Bring resurrection to our lives in spite of us. May we allow you to roll the stones away from all that entombs us, to set us free to liberate those around us. Help us to surrender to you that we may be victorious through him who loved us and gave himself for us. Amen.