Feast of St. John Apostle and Evangelist

I admit it.
Sometimes I post out of order.
But I didn't want to leave out this one.

The parish I serve in Asheville is St. John's,
named after the Apostle and Evangelist.
St. John's feast day is December 27th.
Let's face it.
That is not a great day to celebrate a patron saint--
right after multiple Christmas eve services, a Christmas day service
plus folks being out of town
or just worn out from the holidays.

But this year was such an exception.
I did not preach.
Instead, St. John showed up at church
and he preached.
Oh my! Did he ever preach!
With words and without words.

Using a monologue from Katerina Whitley's
magnificent LIGHT TO THE DARKNESS,
St. John walked into the church,
made his way to the pulpit
and had every one of us in the congregation
spell-bound.

Little children, love one another.
That is really the message of St. John.

We deeply felt those words that Sunday morning.
John arrived filled with the Spirit
and Spirit was abundantly shared.

St. John,
come back any time.

Sermon for the Feast of the Epiphany

Celebrating Light

It is definitely on my "bucket list"
to celebrate Epiphany in Tarpon Springs, Florida one year.

Tarpon Springs is on the west coast of Florida,

on the Gulf of Mexico.

It is not a big place--less than 25,000 residents.

Tarpon Springs has the highest percentage

of Greek Americans of any other city in the United States.

Ten thousand people will descend upon 

the little town of Tarpon Springs, Florida this weekend.

Tarpon Springs also has a nickname:

Epiphany City.

This is why so many people will be in town this weekend.

They have a tradition--

also celebrated in Greece--

this will be Tarpon Springs' 107th celebration of Epiphany.

Yes, there is a liturgical side--

there will be multiple church services and many prayers, 

But truly, everything that happens this weekend is liturgy

especially to the Greek Orthodox Christians in Tarpon Springs.

But there is a very special event. The dive.

A priest will bless a small handmade white wooden cross

and then toss it into Spring Bayou,

one of the many bayous that connect into the Gulf at Tarpon Springs.

Then young people between the ages of 16 and 18

will dive into the water--

and yes, even water in Florida in January is COLD--

they will dive and try to recover the cross.

The one who finds the cross first

is said to receive a very special blessing from God.

A blessing that lasts their entire life.

Did you miss that part in Matthew’s gospel today

about diving into cold water to retrieve a small wooden cross?

Probably not.

You see, as Episcopalians,

from the Western Christian tradition,

we celebrate the Feast of Epiphany a little differently.

Epiphany is most familiar to us as a celebration of the magi--

“We three kings of Orient are...”

There they are on the banner that Betty Hayes

created for St. John’s...

“bearing gifts we traverse afar...”

But in the Eastern Christian tradition

the Feast of the Epiphany is the celebration of the baptism of Jesus.

Thus, you can see the connection

between diving into the waters in Tarpon Springs

and coming up with a cross.

Regardless of how we celebrate this feast day,

January 6th, the Feast of the Epiphany,

this day signals the official end of the Christmas season.

The 12 days of Christmas are over.

No more partridges in pear trees,

or ladies dancing 

or drummers drumming.

What are we celebrating on this day?

We are celebrating a revelation.

Jesus is revealed to be not just for the Hebrew people--

but for all people.

The Magi were Gentiles, maybe even pagans.

But even they,

even they knew 

that this Jesus was no ordinary baby.

God has come down to live among us in human form.

There are three events that Christendom attaches to Epiphany--

The first is what we heard in Matthew’s gospel today--

the wise men follow a star and find a miracle.

A baby. The son of God.

The second event is the baptism of Jesus.

Again, and we Episcopalians will celebrate this event next week,

the divinity of Jesus is revealed to the world--

“This is my son...”

And the third event is the changing of the water into wine

at the wedding in Cana,

again showing us that Jesus is no ordinary fellow.

We are going to visit this event in two weeks.

You see today is the FEAST of the Epiphany

but we are about to enter a SEASON of Epiphany,

a season of revelation,

a season of light breaking through the darkness,

a season of coming up from the deep waters into the light.

Christmas is over. Even for us Episcopalians.

We are going to have to go back out into the world--

some of us already have--

back to work, back to school, back to “real life”--

and for some it feels like

going back into darkness--

deadlines and over-scheduled calendars,

complex family dynamics,

separations and loss.

Epiphany calls us to celebrate light--

not just one feast day of light,

but a season--four solid weeks plus a few days

of Epiphany.

Epiphany says, “Well, yes and no.”

Yes, Christmas is over 

but no, we are not plunged back into darkness.

Epiphany says, “There is more than meets the eye.”

Just look at what is being revealed through this baby, Jesus.

Epiphany says, “Follow me.”

The wise magi listened

and people have continued to listen for over 2000 years.

Epiphany says, “God may call us to journey to new places,

to discover new parts of the world.

new parts of ourselves.”

Epiphany says,” We may go home

But by a different way. 

Sometimes plans need to change.

Epiphany is full of surprises.

Epiphany offers us the opportunity to celebrate light. 

We need that.

We especially need that this year.

Hurricane Sandy. 

Sandy Hook Elementary School.

The illnesses and sorrows and deaths

that many of us have had to deal with in our own lives.

We need a time of year,

a liturgical season,

that reminds us

that the Light of the world is right here.

Right here.

We need Epiphany to remind us

to let our little lights shine.

It’s why we chose the hymn we will sing at communion

throughout the season of Epiphany.

This little light of mine

I’m going to let it shine...

T.S. Eliot describes it in his poem

THE JOURNEY OF THE MAGI

begins that poem with these lines:

A cold coming we had of it,

Just the worse time of the year

For a journey, and such a long journy

The ways deep and the weather sharp...

You see, the magi risked the darkness

because they believed in the light,

the light of a star

led them to the light of the world.

I doubt it was an easy journey

but it was a journey they felt was worth taking.

Their kind and compassionate hearts

led them to choose not to return to Herod--

though there likely would have been great financial rewards,

plus prestige and power.

But these wise ones chose 

to go home by another way.

When T. S. Eliot wrote his poem THE JOURNEY OF THE MAGI

he had just converted to Christianity.

Perhaps the poem reflects his own journey

as he moved more deeply into a relationship with God,

with the God he had long doubted even existed.

Light transforms the darkness.

Light transforms us.

Back to Tarpon Springs, Florida.

About ten years ago, the church there noticed

that the Epiphany dive was becoming more of an athletic event

than an opportunity for young people to reflect spiritually 

on baptism and the cross.

The leaders in the church did not want the dive to be about competition.

So now any young person who wants to dive

attends weekly classes

which include writing about their faith.

Attendance at the classes and at church each week

is mandatory. 

Families and the Church and the community 

care about these young people

These young people are asked to reflect 

on five ways they display their love for God each day.

They are asked to name three talents that God has given them 

and how they are using their gifts to serve--

to serve their family, their church, their community, their neighbors.

Epiphany is a good season for all of us to reflect 

on the ways God has brought light into our lives.

Look around.

Look around this church.

Look at all the light.

Look for the light in your life,

in the world.

Epiphany is a good season to reflect 

on what we are doing each day

to bring light into the lives of others.

God blesses each of us with light--

maybe it is only a little light--

but even a little light

        has the power to transform the darkness.

Epiphany calls us to dive deeply

      into the darkness

      in search of the light,
      the Light of the world.

Sermon for Year C Christmas Day 2012

Sing to the Lord a new song

Sing to the Lord a new song,

for he has done marvelous things....

Those are the opening words of our psalm this morning,

this Christmas morning.

Biblical scholars tell us that most if not all the psalms

were originally meant to be sung.

The name “psalm” comes from the Greek word psalmoi

which means “to sing to the accompaniment 

of a harp or lyre.” 
(from "Prayer Shock Therapy: Praying the Psalms" by Robert L'Esperance, SSJE, Cowley Magazine, Vol 39 Number 2, Winter 2013)

Even though this morning

we are using a spoken word service,

usually here at St. John’s we sing the psalm,

using a rhythmic pattern called simplified Anglican chant. 

Even when you speak a psalm,

if you speak it aloud,

you can still hear the rhythmic pattern.

I have recently learned that chanting 

is one of the few human activities

that engages both sides of the brain--

left and right hemispheres--

simultaneously. 

What that means is that chanting

puts our bodies in a very relaxed state

and yet heightens our attention

at the same time.

Sing to the Lord a new song...

There was an interesting article recently

in THE ANGLICAN DIGEST--

that little magazine has been around a very long time--

it was established in 1958.

The article I read pointed out 

that so many of our Christmas traditions and carols 

have very Anglican/Episcopal roots.

Even our image of Santa Claus/St. Nicholas

was shaped by a professor

at an Episcopal seminary.

Clement Clarke Moore taught Hebrew and Bible

at General Seminary in New York City.

He actually donated the land where the seminary is built.

His poem, “Twas the Night Before Christmas,”

published in 1823,

is largely responsible for how we envision Santa Claus--

...He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!

That poem formed our image of Santa Claus--

an image which lives on today.

And then there are the Christmas carols--

O little town of Bethlehem was written by Phillips Brooks,

an Episcopal priest who later became Bishop of Massachusetts.

Of the father’s love begotten was written by John Mason Neale.

who also did the translation of the O Antiphons into the Advent hymn

we have been singing at communion throughout the season of Advent--

O come O come Emmanuel.

Neale also penned 

Good Christian men, rejoice 
(which has now become Good Christian friends, rejoice) 
and Good King Wenceslas.

Charles Wesley,

who many people think of as a Methodist,

was actually an Anglican

and he wrote Hark! the herald angels sing!.

Issac Watts of the Church of England wrote Joy to the World

and Christina Rosetti an English poet and devout Anglo-Catholic

had two of her poems

In the Bleak Midwinter and 

Love came down at Christmas put to music

and become popular carols.

Cecil Alexander, wife of a bishop in the Church of England,

wrote the hymn Once in royal David’s city.

Nahum Tate, son of a priest and England’s poet laureate,

wrote While shepherds watched their flocks by night.

So you get the idea...

we Episcopalians may not start singing Christmas carols

on the day after Thanksgiving,

but if it weren’t for faithful Episcopalians and Anglicans

there wouldn’t be quite so many carols to sing!

Sing to the Lord a new song....

Even our reading from the prophet Isaiah mentions singing--

How beautiful upon the mountains

are the feet of the messenger who announces peace...

...lift up your voices, together they sing for joy....

I admit it.

It is rather ironic 

that there are so many references to singing 

in our scripture readings for this morning

and we are having for a worship service without any songs!

But ultimately this day,

this Christmas day, is about the Word.

The Word that was God.

We hear this in the beautiful verses that open the gospel of John,

our gospel reading for this morning.

The really good news that the messenger brings us this morning

is this:

..And the Word became flesh and lived among us...

That is the true meaning of Christmas.

It is this Word that became flesh and lived among us

that inspired all the hymns and the carols

and the scripture and our very lives.

Christmas is when we remember

that God came to us as a human being,

flesh, 

so that we might understand and believe

because we understand what it means to be human.

And occasionally we understand
what it is to be divine.
The arts--painting, music, poetry, dance--
are often doorways to the divine.

The Word becomes flesh
but the Word sings divinely.

What new song will Christ inspire in you?

What new song will you sing this year?

Perhaps you will follow in the footsteps of those Episcopalians

who have gone before you

and write your own song,

perhaps a new Christmas carol for us

and generations to come to sing.

Or perhaps your new song won’t be a literal song

but this will be the year when you make some choices,

guided by the grace of God,

that will make your life sing.

Sing to the Lord a new song....

Sing your song.

Sing to the Lord this Christmas Day!

Information about the various Christmas carols was inspired by the article "Christmas without Anglicans?" in the Winter 2012 ANGLICAN DIGEST (pages 4-5).

Sermon for Year C Christmas Eve Midnight Mass 2012

CHRISTMAS EVE ALIVE!

I live in Black Mountain.

Every day I come to St. John’s 

by traveling west on Highway 70/Tunnel Road.

I pass the Ingles warehouse,

the VA hospital and Sonic drive in.

Then when I come up the hill I turn onto Beverly Road

at Groce Methodist Church.

Groce is a fine church.

We share the Welcome Table Ministry with them.

Their Senior Minister Gerald Davis 

is a kind-hearted man 

and a fine pastor.

Last week as I left the Saturday evening Eucharist 

here at St. John’s--

it was about 6:30 PM--

I was at the stoplight on Beverly Road,

waiting to make my left turn onto Tunnel Road 

and head back home towards Black Mountain.

Groce has had this large plywood nativity scene 

in front of the church for quite a few weeks now.

In fact, the nativity scene went up

about the time their Pumpkin Patch came down.

I like their nativity scene.

I have seen it every day

and have thought on more than one ocassion

that it was nicely done,

I wondered

if they had an artist in their congregation 

who created this nativity scene.

Last Saturday evening 

I am waiting at the stoplight

and I glance over at the nativity scene--

and then.....

WHAT?!!!!

It’s moving!!

The figures are alive!!

I blinked and shook my head

and thought,

“Help me, Jesus! 

I am seeing things!!”

And then,

and then I realized,

the plywood figures 

had been replaced my real living people

who were acting out the scene.

I may have sat through several lights.

I don’t know.

No one was behind me honking 

or anything

and I was absolutely entranced.

I watched as a shepherd

walked over 

and knelt down next to the manger.

I know that Groce is not the first church

 to ever do a living nativity,

but I have to tell you,

for me,

this was the first time 

I ever felt so moved by it.

It reminded me 

that this scene from long long ago

is not just out of a storybook--

this is a story that happened.

It may not have happened 

just as we portray it in Christmas carols

and picture books,

but the truth is--

well, the truth is

this story is true.

Remember: 

    Things can be true without being factual.

We Americans 

(and I can only speak from this point of view 

since it is the only one I have)--

we Americans are obsessed with facts.

We like information.

Even trivial information.

We are Wikipedia addicts.  

Wikipedia has 326 million users a month.

People looking for facts.

We don’t want anybody pulling the wool over our eyes.

No sir-ee.

For those of us old enough 

to remember the old television program DRAGNET,

we remember Capt. Joe Friday’s line,

“Just the facts, Maam.”

“Just the facts” may be very helpful 

for a detective trying to solve a crime mystery,

but “just the facts” is not very helpful 

when we are pondering 

how the birth of Jesus intersects and affects our own life,

when we are pondering the depths of holy Mystery,

There was an interesting article 

in the recent issue of THE WEEK magazine 

(Volume 12 issue 588-589, page 11):

It was about the facts--and the discrepancies-- around the first Noel.

It is more likely that Jesus was born around 5 or 6 B.C.

We think that because historical and biblical references tell us 

Jesus was born during the reign of Herod the Great--

well, Herod the Great died in 4 B.C.

So Jesus was most likely born 1 or 2 years prior to his death.

Everyone does seem to agree that Jesus was born in Bethlehem--

so we can say that is a fact.

December 25th?

Most likely a date picked by the Church in the 4th century

to co-opt a pagan feast day.

Scholars think that Jesus was probably born in the summer

because of the star that is mentioned.

Astronomer John Moseley of the Griffith Observatory in Los Angeles

recently suggested that

the Star of Bethlehem was actually a convergence

of Jupiter and Venus that took place on June 17 in 2 BC.

He writes,

“The two planets had merged into one single gleaming object

in the direction of Jerusalem as seen in Persia.”

The wise men--who certainly could have been Persian--

all we know is that they came from the East--

see this star and follow.

It is factual that people-- “magi”--

sought guidance from the stars. Some people still do.

Plus there is a reliable 8th century text that offers an account

from the magi’s point of view of their travel to Bethlehem

following a star.

Our tradition and our hymns tell us that Jesus was born in a stable, 

because there was no room in the inn.

This is probably a result of a mis-translation of a Greek word--

which was translated in the King James Bible as “inn”

but  a more accurate translation would be “a spare room”.

So if no one had a spare room 

to offer Mary and Joseph and the soon-to-be-born Jesus,

what they were most likely offered--and where Jesus was born--

  was the first floor of a lowly peasant house--

and yes, if this were the case, there were animals there .

People at that time did not have separate barns or outbuildings 

for their animals--they brought them into their house--

into the ground floor level , at night.

The animals lived downstairs, the people lived upstairs.

Every one seems to be in agreement 

that Mary placed the newborn baby in a manger, a feed trough.

When Jesus was born

Augustus Caesar, way off in Rome, was at the height of his power.

Augustus was the adopted son of Julius Caesar.

After a bloody civil war Augustus established himself as the head.

As a god really.

First, he established his father as a god 

and thus, he then often referred to himself as the ‘son of god.’

Augustus saw himself as the king, the lord.

Does this language sound familiar?

Even though they were alive at the same time, Augustus never met Jesus.

There was no Facebook, no twitter, no CNN,

no leaving on a jet plane.

But it did not take too long 

for those who came after Augustus

to hear about this Jesus and his followers.

And they did not like what they were hearing.

This Jesus was born far away to the East,

born in poverty--

yet people were saying that Jesus was the true son of God,

the real king?

Get real!

This did not sit well with those in power

and in the generation that followed Augustus

they set out to do everything they could

to annihilate all followers of Jesus.

The birth of Jesus is the beginning of a war between the kingdom of God

and the kingdoms of the world.

This war is still raging.

That is a fact.

However, within three centuries after Jesus’ birth,

the Emperor himself, Constantine,

converts to Christianity.

Okay, let’s be honest--

this conversion was likely not as much for spiritual reasons

as for political ones

(not to mention making his mother happy)

but Christianity suddenly shifts 

from being revolutionary

and punishable by death 

to being the approved norm.

The verdict is still out 

as to whether making Christianity “mainstream” 

was good news or bad news.

But it is a fact.

So you see there are plenty of facts

and yes, 

there are plenty of discrepancies as well.

But remember--what we know from the gospels

is not intended to be a complete historical narrative.

The word “gospel” means “good news”--

the writers of the gospels were sharing good news,

news they were excited about,

news that made their hearts race with joy and excitement,

events and people that had changed everything for them.

Mary and Joseph and Jesus and the shepherds--

were living, breathing human beings.

What exactly happened that night--

this night we call Christmas Eve--

we do not know.

But something happened that changed the world

and continues to change not only the world,

but us.

Each of us

who is willing to take this story 

into our hearts

is changed, transformed.

Sometimes there is a truth that is greater 

than any collection of facts.

Sometimes even the most skeptical

have been surprised by how the Spirit moves

in the mess and muddle of everyday life.

We can look at the story as two-dimensional plywood cut-outs.

We can obsess about the factual.

But we just might miss the deeper truth.

We can stand in the skeptics corner

but I will tell you--from my own personal experience--

baby, it’s cold over there.

As Joan Chittister writes:

There is a child in each of us waiting to be born again....Christmas is not for children. It is for those who refuse to give up and grow old...for those who can let yesterday go so that life can be full of new possibility always...for those in whom Christmas is a feast without finish...

(from Joan Chittister's book IN SEARCH OF BELIEF)

The call is to keep our eyes open this Christmas Eve

and all the eves that follow.

Because we might see something move,

come to life,

capture our hearts.

We might find ourselves falling in love--

for the first time--

or for the four-hundredth time--

with a baby whose name is Jesus.

We may not have all the facts

but we may discover

that following a star 

is the journey our hearts truly long to travel.

Amen.

Sermon for Year C Advent 4

Breath of Heaven

In Luke’s gospel today

we hear Mary’s Song--also known as the “Magnificat.”

You don’t need to be a Latin scholar to understand

that “Magnificat” means “magnifies”--

my soul magnifies the Lord--

and “magnificat” also relates to the word 

from which we get “magnificent”--amazingly great.

For many this is a very familiar song, canticle.

My soul magnifies the Lord,

my Spirit rejoices in God my Savior...

I have listened to these words, read these words, 

spoken these words and sung these words.

But I never really understood the meaning of Mary’s words

until this past Monday evening.

I came to understand Mary’s Song on Monday evening

when I attended the Christmas program

at the Swannanoa Correctional Center for Women.

Whatever name we may call it--

a prison is a prison.

The choir is The Voices of Hope.

Roberta Rhodes and Mary Sorrells 

have been working with the women there 

for over a year--maybe almost two years now.

Monday evening was their Christmas concert.

This year the choir was joined by the liturgical dance team,

the Kingdom Bound Dancers.

We have been so blessed here at St. John’s

to have both this choir and these dancers 

come and join us for worship here.

But Monday night was a little different.

I was on their territory--

their chapel at the prison.

I was their guest.

You know,

I will be honest.

It is always a little unnerving for me to drive into the prison--

through gates that can close behind you,

into a compound surrounded by tall fences topped with razor wire.

You definitely get the message--

you are leaving behind your

privilege of freedom.

The Voices of Hope did not sing the “Magnificat.”
No one read this portion of Luke’s gospel.

But I will tell you--I will give a witness right here--

their souls--both the singers and the dancers--

their voices and their bodies--

did indeed magnify the Lord.

We all know that the week before had been a difficult week.

The shootings in Connecticut.

People struggling with the holidays---

so many people in need and so few resources,

not always a joyful time for some.

Loss can be felt ever more deeply during holiday times.

For me Monday evening was one of those nights

that followed one of those days,

a very exhausting day.

When I arrived and sat down,

I felt like I just sort of melted into the pew.

I felt I had given all I had in the days before.

I felt there was not much left--

and I knew I had not even made it through Advent yet!

Come, Lord Jesus, was indeed my prayer!

And let me tell you--Jesus came.

Jesus came with bells on!

Literally!!

I was the lowly one that night

and those women--those women that society has cast as lowly--

those women magnified the Lord

and lifted me up!

Mary knew--God will work through us and with us. 

With all of us.

DId you know that Luke is the only gospel writer 

that really celebrates Mary?

Mark skips the birth of Jesus completely

and Mark’s Jesus seems pretty indifferent 

about his mother.

She shows up with his brothers 

in chapter 3 and that’s about it.

Mary in Matthew’s gospel never says one word.

Not one word.

Let’s just say that Matthew 

did not think Mary deserved a speaking role.

In all his letters, 

Paul only refers to Jesus being “born of a woman” 

but he never names her.

Not once.

Mary does appear in John’s gospel, 

but it is Luke that really gives Mary a voice.

At the prison on Monday evening,

the women of the Voices of Hope choir

gave voice to Mary too as they sang

and the dancers gave voice as they danced--

The program opened with what I believe is an Amy Grant song...

Breath of Heaven, hold me together..

Breath of Heaven, lighten my darkness...

Do you wonder as you watch my face

If a wiser one should have had my place?

But I offer all I am...

Help me be strong, 

help me be, 

help me...

In Luke’s gospel Mary says,

God, you have  “looked with favor on your lowly servant.”

Jesus’ mother understands lowly.

Mary is poor, she is pregnant, she is unmarried.

She is in a mess.

It takes God, sometimes working overtime,

to help us see that sometimes being in a mess,

can unlock the door that will lead us to true freedom.

Jesus’ mother understands.

She sings.

Mary sings!

Because through it all,

Mary knows that God is with her.

Mary is not just singing for herself.

This is not just a pretty song in the Bible.

Mary’s song is a freedom song,

a song that tells us that God will overcome.

Mary sings that God has scattered

the proud and brought down the powerful from their thrones

and lifted up the lowly.

Mary sings that God has filled the hungry

and sent the rich away empty.

You can see the DNA of Jesus in his mother--

because she is singing about 

God turning the world upside down

and God putting back together 

all that has been torn apart

Even in utero John the Baptizer knew that this cousin of his,

the baby that Mary carries in her womb, 

is no ordinary baby--

John leaps in Elizabeth’s womb!

It’s almost like John and Jesus want to give each other baby high-fives!

Woo-hoo! Watch out world! 

Here we come!

How important it is that we listen to the words of the Magnificat

to remind us to thank God for everything,

to remember that God has done great things for us--all of us--

even when things did not look or feel so great,

the Spirit was moving in our lives, in the world.

God used the Voices of Hope choir 

and the Kingdom Bound dancers to bless me,

to lift up me 

and a chapel full of others--

to remind us all 

that when you feel worn out, just wait.

God will send someone to lift you up.

Trust in God.

Be ready.

That’s what advent is all about.

Be ready.

Be ready

not only to receive,

but also to give.

Mary gave completely.

She gave everything she was--her entire self. 

No complaints, no whining, no blaming.

Here I am, God.

The answer is yes. A glorious yes.

We are not here in this world to serve ourselves.

We are here to do God’s work and to serve others.

This is what Mary is trying to tell us.

Everything we do,

every word we speak,

should be done in such a way that we glorify God.

When we live our lives--even a little piece of our lives--

to the glory of God

we have no idea what a gift we give to others.

I left the Christmas concert on Monday night 

and walked out into the darkness

which did not seem so dark any longer.

Breath of Heaven.....Pour over me Your holiness...

Amen.