Sermon for Year C Palm Sunday

Remember me…

Palm Sunday officially begins our journey into Holy Week,
If we were like the early pilgrims in Jerusalem
we would have set off on a walk around the city,
waving our palms, shouting HOSANNA!
Glory to God in the highest!
If the weather were a little different today
we could have set off with a procession around the block!

Regardless, the Liturgy of the Palms is the joyful part of this service,
of Holy Week.
People open their eyes and recognize
Jesus as the true King of kings.
A king like no one ever imagined.
The people—and we-- are ready to follow.

But then comes the second part of our service.
The Passion play.
The whole story of this week ahead of us is told.
It is a harsh story, a heart breaking story—
and rather than follow,
people are more likely to run away, to hide, to shake with fear,
and out of that fear, and mob mentality,
to join their voices with the mob, shouting,
“Crucify him! Crucify him!”

We don’t WANT to be part of that mob—
but the truth is,
sometimes we we are.
When things don’t work out as we hoped,
if Jesus can’t save us, rescue us, solve all our problems,
ease all our suffering,
we sometimes turn our backs,
harden our hearts and think,
“Humph! Some Messiah you are, Jesus!”

But the criminal in this story, facing his own death, says,
“Jesus, remember me…”
The criminal—the lowliest of the low--gets it.
His eyes are wide open.

Jesus is not about perfect solutions or easy answers or magic.
Jesus comes to remind us that God travels with us—
Emmanuel—God with us--
wherever our journey leads.
Through joy and through suffering.


Holy week overflows with worship services.
These worship services are purposefully placed into this week
so that we might remember,
so that we might have some set aside times
to keep what is holy holy,
to contemplate
how we are to follow—
not how we are to believe,
but how we are to follow.

One week from today will be Easter Day.
My prayer is that you will not jump from today to next Sunday
But that you will come for what is between these days.
Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, Holy Saturday morning, the Great Vigil…
Come so that we might remember together.

The intention of Holy Week--
all these many worship services--
is not to make our lives more busy.

But just the opposite.
To set aside some time
to EMPTY our lives,
to make room
for what really matters.

To remember.

Sermon for Year C Lent 5

It’s later than we think…

Today we celebrate the 5th Sunday in Lent.
Next Sunday is Palm Sunday,
also known as the Sunday of the Passion.
Next Sunday is our doorway into Holy Week—
but once we pass through that doorway
so much comes so quickly—
Palm Sunday, Maundy Thursday, Good Friday,
Holy Saturday, the Easter Vigil and then,
Easter Day—
So much so fast
we hardly have time to process much less ponder.

So this week, this last week of Lent, is a good time to pause and look ahead
for what is to come and what it all means in our lives
as people who follow Jesus.

Today’s gospel is about generosity.
Mary comes bearing an extravagant gift, expensive oil—
And she squanders (so some think) it all on Jesus.
Jesus who has accepted, fed and healed the poor throughout his ministry
Says,
“You will always have the poor with you,
But you do not always have me.”
Sometimes this text is used to say there is no point in trying to help the poor
Because Jesus himself says the poor will always be with us.

Jesus is not demeaning the poor—
Instead Jesus is saying,
pay attention to the moment that is right before you.
It is always later than we think.
Mary senses that.
Jesus knows that.

Pay attention to the moment.
Pay attention to these last moments of Lent.
How has your Lenten discipline been?
Have you stopped craving chocolate or television or video games or whatever it was you gave up?
Or have you forgotten what it was you intended to give up—
You did pretty well the first couple of weeks
and then sort of fell into a state of Lenten amnesia?
It happens.
Have you taken on something that has enriched your spiritual life
or made happier the lives of those around you?
In these last days of Lent
pay attention to the presence of God
and be present to all that is right in front of you.

As we head down the final leg of our journey to Holy Week
we have time
to think about the myriad ways God is generous to each of us.
We have time to consider and to act,
to be more generous to one another,
more generous to our families,
more generous to those in our parish family,
more generous to those in our community.
To be extravagant with our love as Mary was as she anointed Jesus.
What better way to prepare for Holy Week.

Thanks to a Spanish pilgrim who traveled to Jerusalem in the 4th century,
We know a great deal about the history and liturgies of Holy Week.
This pilgrim, a woman named Egeria,
kept an amazing journal,
about what she called “the Great Week.”

Her journal, written around the year 380,
details all the services of Holy Week
the early Christians celebrated in Jerusalem.
And like Egeria,
those pilgrims took these liturgies back home with them,
back to their home churches
in places far from Jerusalem.

Holy Week is indeed a great and powerful week.
It is why we, as Episcopalians do not jump
over all that happened to Jesus between Palm Sunday and Easter.
We do not skip the foot washing, the last supper,
the crucifixion, the time in the tomb,
the world plunged into darkness and despair.
We walk the way of the cross.
We do this through our liturgy—
praying the Stations of the Cross,
Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, Holy Saturday,
the Easter Vigil.
And then…and only then…Easter Day.

This week, this last week of Lent,
is our time to prepare for that journey of Holy Week.

This week is a time to consider the new things
that are springing forth in our own lives
and in the life of this parish.

As the prophet Isaiah says,
Do you not perceive it?
I will make a way in the wilderness
and rivers in the desert.

Lent is the metaphor for the wilderness times of our life.
But the wandering in the desert is not forever.

Get ready!

Resurrection is coming.
The river is about to burst out of its banks.
We are almost there—
but not quite.

As we head toward “the Great Week”,
as the pilgrim Egeria called it,
we are gifted with a little more time to practice generosity,
to reach out to those we love
and to embrace those who reach out to us.

Jesus knew the truth.
It is always later than we think.

Sermon for Year C Lent 2

Gathering the brood

There is a fable about a mouse.
(A country mouse—not a church mouse!)
The mouse watches through a crack in the wall
as the farmer and his wife unwrap a package.
Hmmm.. thinks the mouse.
I hope it is something yummy and delicious.
Mr. Mouse is dreaming of a few spilled crumbs.

But as he watches
his little eyes grow wide with horror.
What the farmer and his wife unwrap,
is not food—
instead, it is a mousetrap.
He is devastated!

He runs out to the farmyard
and exclaims in horror, almost unable to breate—
There’s a mouse trap in the house!

The chicken clucks and scratchs and finally lifts up her head and says,
Mr. Mouse, I can tell this is of grave concern to you,
but it is of no consequence to me.
I just cannot be bothered by it.

The mouse turns to the pig and says,
There’s a mouse trap in the house!

The pig sympathizes but says,
I am so very sorry, Mr. Mouse,
But there is really nothing I can do about it but pray.
Be assured—you are in my prayers.

The mouse then turns to the cow and says,
There’s a mouse trap in the house!


The cow says,
Mr. Mouse, I’m sorry for you
but it’s no skin off my nose.

So the mouse, rejected, hurt returns to the house.
His head hangs low.
He will have to face the mousetrap alone.

That very night, a sound is heard throughout the house.
The sound of a mousetrap
catching its prey.

The farmer’s wife rushes in to see what has been caught.
In the darkness, she does not see
that it is a poisonous snake whose tail has been snagged
by the mousetrap.

When she reaches out, trying to find her way in the dark,
the snake bites her on her hand.
The farmer rushes his wife to the hospital.
After two days, she is released and sent home--
still very ill, still running a dangerously high fever.

Everyone knows that you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup,
so the farmer takes his hatchet to the farmyard
to get the main ingredient for the soup.

But his wife still does not get better.
Friends and neighbors come to sit with her around the clock.

In order to feed all these people,
the farmer butchers the pig.

Alas! The farmer’s wife does not get well;
in fact, she dies.

So many people come to her funeral,
the farmer has the cow slaughtered to provide enough meat
to feed everyone after the service.

Mr. Mouse looks upon it all
from his crack in the wall
with great sadness.

Sometimes we are clueless about how deeply interconnected we are.


Herod the fox is out to kill Jesus.
It’s all just fine,
as long as Herod isn’t after us.

Jesus comes to bring a message of good news
but Jerusalem turns her back.
Jesus’ way of following God requires loving others
as much—or more-- as we love ourselves.

Jesus wants to gather us all—every one of us—
under his wings
just as a mother hen gathers her brood of chicks.

Too often we don’t even know
how in need we are of God’s love and protection.

We are often too much like the animals in the farmyard.

Sorry you are hungry.
but I work hard to fill my pantry
and I just don’t think I have enough to share.
Hope you find a job soon.

Sorry you feel so sick and can’t afford to go to the doctor—
oh you don't have health insurance--oh my!
you’ll be in my prayers.

Sorry you are feeling so alone and afraid,
but I’m doing pretty good myself--
and I just don’t have time to talk to you right now.

Pastor Martin Niemoller wrote in 1946
about his experience in Nazi Germany:

First they came for the communists,
and I did not speak out—because I was not a communist;

Then they came for the trade unionists,
and I did not speak out—because I was not a trade unionist;

Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—
because I was not a Jew;

Then they came for me—[and other Protestant Christians]
and there was no one left to speak out for me.


Today, tomorrow and the next day
we are called by God to find our voice and use our voice
and raise our voice
to speak out for those
who are persecuted, oppressed
and ignored.
For those who have no voice.

There are still demons in our world,
demons that need casting out—
and those demons of greed and hatred
and ignorance and self-centeredness
and apathy.

Jesus stands up to the most powerful ruler in Jerusalem—Herod.
Jesus is not afraid to call a fox a fox.
Or even if he is afraid, he does it anyway.

Jesus does not run away.
He stays because there are people who need him.
Among those needy people
are you and I.

There are people who need us, too.
The word Christian means ‘little Christ”
As much as it might terrify us—
we are called to follow Jesus,
not just in words and theology but in actions.
We are here to be God’s hands and hearts
and voices in this world.
This is our purpose.
…to persevere in resisting evil
…to seek and serve Christ in all persons
…to strive for justice and peace among all people
…to respect the dignity of every human being
This is the covenant we make with God at our baptism.

It is the covenant we have promised to live by. Our promise to God.
Not just for one hour of worship.
But 24/7.
Today, tomorrow and the next day.

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The fable is adapted from one I read in this week's SYNTHESIS.

Sermon for Year C Lent 1

It’s a throw down

Here is a story I read this week:

“Son,” ordered a father, “don’t swim in that canal.”

“OK, Dad,” he answered.
But that evening the boy came home carrying a wet bathing suit.

“Where have you been?” asked the father.

“Swimming in the canal,” answered the boy.

“Didn’t I tell you NOT to swim there?” asked the father.

“Yes, sir,” answered the boy.

“Why did you?” the father asked.

“Well, Dad,” he explained,
“ I had my bathing suit with me and I couldn’t resist the temptation.”

“Why did you take your bathing suit with you?” the father questioned.

“So I’d be prepared to swim,
in case I was tempted,” replied his son.

Temptation.
It’s all about temptation today, this first Sunday in the season of Lent.
Jesus and the devil are having a throw down.

Change these stones into bread, Jesus.
Come on—impress us!

Do it now--
get-er-done!

Look at these kingdoms, Jesus!
Don’t you want to be the boss?
Power and control are so sweet, Jesus!
All you have to do is worship me. The devil.
I’m oh so much nicer than God!
Worship me and then you can have it all.

You know what they’re all saying about you, Jesus?
Son of God!
Impressive. Except they don’t believe you.
Why don’t you just hush up the nay-sayers?
Jump off from the top of this Temple.
God will send angels to catch you, Son of God!
You’re special. You’re different.
Jump, Jesus, jump!

Of course, Jesus resists.
After all—Jesus is Jesus.

The devil keeps throwing out the hook but Jesus does not bite.

Jesus says, “One does not live by bread alone.”
Jesus says, “Worship only God, serve only God.”
Jesus says, “ Do not put God to the test.”

Jesus wins the throw down.

Jesus knows that nothing else equals God’s grace—
not success, not power, not prestige—
not even being right.
Jesus knows that nothing on earth can fill us in the same way
that the God’s love fills us.

BUT…

It is hard.
Living each day with our priorities straight is just plain difficult.
That “swimsuit” burns a hole in our pocket most days.
Resisting all the temptations around us every day is anything but easy.


It is one of the reasons we have the season of Lent.
It’s like strength training.
We take on a task or let go of a little piece of our addictive nature,
to prove to ourselves—not to anyone else—but to ourselves,
that we can do it—with God’s help.

Lent is a great practice run—
for all those much bigger temptations
that wait for that opportune time.

Lent is also a reminder of how strong an opponent temptation really is.

It is interesting though that Jesus did not attack or even belittle the devil.
The devil pushes
but Jesus does not push back.
The devil throws out the hook and line,
ever ready to reel Jesus in—
but Jesus doesn’t bite—
Jesus doesn’t bite the hook or the devil.

Jesus hands over all the temptations to God.

Jesus says, “One does not live by bread alone.”
Jesus says, “Worship only God, serve only God.”
Jesus says, “ Do not put God to the test.”

Jesus doesn’t feel the need to prove anything to the devil,
to the Pharisees,
or to us.

Jesus doesn’t really “win” this throw down with the devil--
because Jesus doesn’t have the need to win or even to play.

We have numerous stories in the gospels about miracles Jesus performs—
but he never performs a miracle
as a “trick” or to impress any one
or to win the “Biggest Miracle” challenge.


When Jesus is faced with someone in need,
with someone who knows that God is the only one
who loves them enough to possibly heal them,
Jesus is there.
God’s love is there
and God’s presence is made known.

Temptation is about making choices.
God gives us that freedom to make choices.
Sometimes we make very bad choices—
sometimes those choices threaten our lives,
threaten our souls.
Sometimes those choices threaten the lives of others.
We even have the freedom to turn our back on God.

We are absolutely free to make those choices.
Love does not force itself upon you.
God does not challenge us to a throw down.
God’s love is broad and wide and deep
and more immense than we can ask or imagine—
and God’s love is here.
right here in this world.

We can choose to be part of that love, that life—
or not.

The last line in our gospel this morning—
that line about the devil departing from Jesus until an opportune time.
I hate that line.
Because it means that even when we make a good choice,
even when we resist temptation,
temptation will return again…
and again…
and again.
Be ready for that.

Lent gives us 40 days to practice our resistance to temptation.
Whatever we choose to give up—chocolate, our cell phones, gossip, —


Or whatever we take on—
daily Bible study, going to the gym every day,
taking better care of the environment,
forgiving someone who has hurt us.

Whatever we willingly choose,
I can guarantee it will not be as difficult
as when the “devil”—temptation-- shows up in full dress.

Lenten disciplines are like small pebbles
marking the path that God makes
to lead us out of the wilderness.

The season of Lent is not a season of harsh self-discipline—
It is a season to remind us—in little ways--
to love ourselves,
to love one another
and to love God.

To walk in love as God loves us.


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The story at the beginning of this sermon is from SYNTHESIS.

Ash Wednesday Sermon 2010

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk…

Portia Nelson has a poem
titled Autobiography in Five Short Chapters
I think this poem holds the heart of this day,
Ash Wednesday.

Listen to this poem.

Autobiography in Five Short Chapters.

I

I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost…I am helpless. It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

II

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in the same place,
But it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.


III

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in…it’s a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

IV

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

V

I walk down another street.



That is the most we can hope from Ash Wednesday.
That this day will help us honestly open our eyes,
help us see our own faults
and pray that we might learn to walk around
all the deep holes in our sidewalks.
And, with God’s help,
find our way to journey down a new street.

Ash Wednesday begins the season of Lent.
Christians all over the world will find their way to church today
just as you and I have.

We come to church to receive a cross,
made on our forehead by a thumb dipped in ashes,
and to hear the words,
Remember that you are dust,
and to dust you shall return.


A reminder of how little time we really have here in this world.
A reminder that—regardless of our age—it is already late—
But NOT too late.

A reminder of how much God wants us to really live,
to really live as our true selves,
as the people, the person, God created each one of us to be,
to become.

Ash Wednesday calls out to us saying, “What are you waiting for?”
Ash Wednesday calls out to us saying,
“Why do you keep falling in the same deep hole in the sidewalk?”


We all have deep holes in our sidewalks.
Where you fall is not where I fall.
where I fall is not where you fall.

For some those holes in the sidewalk are addictions,
for some they are short tempers and anger,
for some they are gossip or lying,
for some they are always having to be right,
or always needing to be the center of attention.


Ash Wednesday and this holy season of Lent
call us to look closely
at why we keep winding up on the bottom
of the same deep hole.

To have any hope for life,
we must learn to say, “It is my fault.”
We must learn to say, “I am sorry” and really mean it.


God knows the truth about us
and loves us still.
But God doesn’t want us spending this oh so short life
sitting at the bottom of the hole in our sidewalk.

Remember that you are dust
And to dust you shall return.

where oh where has the sermon gone?

There is no sermon posted for this week as we had a snow/ice storm and had to cancel services and our celebration of St. John the Evangelist. The vestry and clergy head out on Friday for a weekend clergy retreat so breathe, say your prayers and I'll be back with a sermon to post on the first Sunday of Lent.

Sermon for Year C Epiphany 3

I was wrong

I imagine we all have a few people we consider our heroes
but have never met in person.
They are people who inspire us,
or challenge us
or offer us wisdom for daily living.

Fred Craddock is one of my heroes.
Fred is a well known preacher and teacher, now retired—
As much as Fred Craddock will ever retire.
He has inspired countless seminarians and priests and pastors
and congregations
with his gifted sermons and his poignant stories.

I want to share a Fred Craddock story with you this morning.
Here is Fred’s story:

My mother took us to church and Sunday School;
my father didn’t go.
He complained about Sunday dinner being late when she came home.
Sometimes the preacher would call,
and my father would say,
“I know what the church wants. Church doesn’t care about me.
Church wants another name, another pledge,
another name, another pledge.”
That’s what he always said…

“The church doesn’t care about me.
The church wants another name and another pledge.”
I guess I heard it a thousand times.

One day he didn’t say it.
He was in the veterans’ hospital,
and he was down to seventy-three pounds.


They’d taken out his throat, and said,
“It’s too late.”
They put him in a metal tube, and X-rays burned him to pieces.
I flew in to see him.
He couldn’t speak, couldn’t eat.
I looked around the room,
potted plants and flowers on all the windowsills,
a stack of cards twenty inches deep beside his bed.

And even that tray where they put food, if you can eat,
on that was a flower.
And all the flowers beside the bed,
every card, every blossom, were from persons or groups
from the church.

He saw me read a card.
He could not speak,
so he took a Kleenex box and wrote on the side of it
a line from Shakespeare.
If he had not written that line, I would not tell you this story.
He wrote,
“In this harsh world,
draw your breath in pain to tell my story.”
I said, “What is your story, Daddy?”
And he wrote, “I was wrong.”

That is Fred Craddock’s story.


I was wrong.
It is so easy to make simple judgments.
It is so difficult to say those three words: I was wrong.

Our scripture readings today are all about the church.
And yes, I am not so naïve
that I don’t know that every church—including St. John’s—
wants to grow.
Every church wants more members
and yes, every church can always use another pledge.

Our dreams are always much bigger than our bank accounts.
I believe that is because we dream with God.
And God has BIG dreams!

But another member, another pledge is not what the church is about.
.
The people of Israel gathered as Ezra read to them the word of God.
They wept because they knew how far they had wandered
from all they knew to be right and good and true
and of God.

The stood there and they knew:
We were wrong.

And because they were able to admit that, to see--
they were promised joy.
They were welcomed home.

The part of the letter to the Corinthians that we hear today
is one of the most moving passages in all scripture.
It is perfect metaphor.
The Body of Christ—
And you a hand and me a foot and you an ear and you an eye…
every part is essential and every part is absolutely different.

The Church—the Body of Christ—does not need three of me
and two of you and four of him and seven of her..

The Church needs each one of us—
because God has created us so perfectly unique,
so marvelously different,
so absolutely essential to the wholeness of the Body.

Paul is saying to his friends,
each of us has different gifts.
each of us is called to offer our gifts
and to respect and accept the gifts of others.

We need one another.
We are wrong if we think we are self-sufficient.
We are completely interdependent.
Our interdependence comes to light in almost blinding reality
in the situation that has followed the earthquake in Haiti.

When we lose every material possession,
We discover what really matters.
When we lose the people in our lives that really matter,
our suffering can only be lessened
by those who hold us and suffer with us.

We need each other.

This week a number of aid organizations offered
to evacuate the Bishop of Haiti.
To take him and his wife to safety,
to a more comfortable situation.

He said, “No.”
He said, “These are my people. I am staying with my people.”

The Bishop and his wife who only a week or so ago lived in a fine home
on the grounds of the Cathedral complex
lost their material comforts—
but they did not lose “their people”,
their church, their community, their Body of Christ.

Bishop Jean Zache Duracin
is staying with his people
living in a tent city on the streets of Port-au-Prince.

The bishop recognizes that Paul
was not just talking about a diversity of spiritual gifts.
Paul wrote to his Christian brothers and sisters in Corinth
and said,
as different as we may be,
as different as my hand is to my ear
or my foot is to my nose—
as much as you drive me crazy at times,
We need each other.
We are part of each other.

Last Sunday evening as I watched the news,
they showed a church service happening outdoors,
in the streets of Port-au-Prince.
An Episcopal church service, I was quick to notice.

And the reporter asked one of the men who was there worshipping,
“What is there to celebrate?
What can you possibly be thankful for
After all that has happened here,
After all that has happened to you.?”

And the man looked at the reporter
with a look of surprise on his face and replied,
“Because we are here.
Because we are here,
Because we can still praise God together.”

The Church exists because each one of us is different.
Each one of us has gifts that no one else has.
No one.
If we want new members,
it is because we need their gifts—
the gifts of whom they are
as human beings,
as children of God.

We are not whole without each part of the body of Christ.
If we think we can exist without some one,
we are wrong.
If anyone thinks they can exist by themselves,
they are wrong.
Without each other,
we are blind and deaf and lame and broken.

Jesus stands up in the synagogue
and using the words of the prophet Isaiah says:
Here’s what we are called to do and to be as the Church.
Forget our differences,
Here is what will bind us together.

We are here to bring good news to the poor.
The poor are not just people without money.
The poor are those
on the margins of our world.
on the margins of our church.
on the margins of our own lives.

We are here to proclaim release to the captives.
This is not just about prison ministry—
or in Jesus’ time, about freeing the slaves.
We are all held captive by something—
alcohol, drugs, work, self-centeredness,
dangerous relationships, anger—
God longs for our freedom.
The work of the Church is
to proclaim to the captives
that release is possible.

We are here to restore sight to the blind.
We are here to give one another courage to say,
“I was wrong.”
“I once was blind, but now I see…”

We are here to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor.
And what does God want from us and for us?
God wants us to know that love is here for the taking.
God wants us to know
that whatever our worldly family situation
We are always loved and welcomed as a child of God.
And the church is the home of the children of God.

God wants us to be able to say,
“I was wrong,”
and know we are still loved,
and still welcome.

In this harsh world,
Draw your breath in pain
To tell my story.

This is what the church is called to do and to be.
To tell the story.
To be together. To celebrate our diversity.
To love God and to love one another.
To be the Body of Christ in the world.
Together.

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The story by Fred Craddock can be found in the book CRADDOCK STORIES, edited by Mike Graves and Richard F. Ward (St. Louis: Chalice Press, 2001).