Where's the Dean?

One of the joys of moving to a different part of the country is that everything is new and there are lots of new places to discover and many new ways to engage in the community. I am going to post an occasional "Where's the Dean?" to share some of the great places and people I am discovering that affirm that the Burlington, Vermont area is a great place to work, worship, live, and explore.


This week I visited the Robert Hull Fleming Museum on the campus of UVM (University of Vermont). I went because I read that, in connection with an exhibit of contemporary Tibetan art, they were having two Tibetan Buddhist monks create a sand mandala in the Museum's Marble Court. The monks will work from April 9-16. I hope to make it back one or two more times to watch the progress.

Mandalas are very complex and symbolic structures. The one being created at the Fleming is that of Chenrezig which translates as the "Buddha of Great Compassion."

Using funnels of colored sand, the monks, working in silence, distribute the sand into the delicate pattern, by rubbing a second metal funnel across the funnel holding the sand. To me, the sound the two funnels make when rasped together almost sounds like deep meditative breathing. The gallery guide at the Fleming referred to it as "the sound of emptiness." I kept thinking, "But in emptiness there is often fullness."

                                                                       Detail from the sand mandala


The lotus in the center of the mandala is an important symbol representing Buddha but also significant because the lotus flower grows in muddy water but emerges beautiful and pure.

When the monks are finished with the mandala there will be a dissolution ceremony, as part of the tradition of the mandala is that it is only temporary. The gallery guide at the Fleming states that when the mandala is dismantled "the sand is cast into a boy of water to represent the impermanence of all things and the importance of non attachment." I don't know if I can make it back for this ceremony but it would be very interesting to see. Hard to believe that the monks will dismantle something so beautiful that they will have worked seven days to create. It's all part of the process.

I enjoyed looking at the other exhibits at the Fleming, too, and hope to return many times. What can I say--once a museum person, always a museum person!

So that's where the Dean went wandering this week.

Blessing for Our Youth Missioners

A group of our middle school youth from the Cathedral will travel to Washington, DC for a service mission trip while our high school youth head to Irvine, Kentucky to serve. We offered this blessing for these youth and their adult companions at our worship service this past Sunday. We hold these groups in our prayers as they spend their spring break vacations serving others.

BLESSING OF THE YOUTH SERVICE TRIPS PARTICIPANTS

2014

Good and gracious God, 

we give thanks for each one of these young people 

and the adults that journey with them 

as they prepare for their service work

in Washington, DC 

and in Irvine, Kentucky.

We give thanks 

that they are willing to take time out of their busy lives 

to share God’s love 

and to serve others. 

We give thanks for their families 

and for this community, their St. Paul’s Cathedral family 

who will hold them in prayer as they travel and work.

May they serve with joy and have fun in the process. 

May their faith be strengthened

and their hearts grow in love.

We ask your blessing upon the work they will do.

God’s blessing be upon all who are here this morning

and all who could not be here today.

God’s blessing be upon--

the High School Group:

Marti and Peter, their chaperones

and the youth that go to serve:

Anne, Beckie, Liz, Ian, Jake, Eli, Ben, Andrew, and Charles.

God’s blessing be upon 

the Middle School Group:

Jen and Keith, their chaperones

and the youth that go to serve:

Tessa, Ian, Emma, Allie, Izzi, Miles and Lucas

God’s blessing be upon you,

dear children of God,

this day and always.

Amen.

Sermon for Year A Lent 5

O Lord God, you know

The prophet Ezekiel stands in the middle of a valley,

a valley filled with dry bones. 

I never hear this passage 

without thinking of a friend of mine,

Susan Copley,

who is an Episcopal priest now,

but at the time she was a medical missionary, 

serving in Liberia

right after their civil war in 1990.

That war was one of Africa’s bloodiest, 

killing over 200,000 people.

One in every 17 people in Liberia died. 

One of the medical team’s first tasks 

was to gather the bones,

the dry bones which covered the landscape

as the result of war.

One of their first tasks

was to bury those bones.

Our bones are dried up, and our hope is lost.

God asks Ezekiel the question,

Can these bones live?

Ezekiel doesn’t know what to say

so he answers, quite cleverly,

O Lord God, you know.

And God’s answer is YES.

Yes, these bones can live.

God breathes on the dry bones

and those who were slain have life once more.

The scripture says these bones came together 

and stood on their feet

a vast multitude.

You can almost hear that multitude joyfully singing,

Them bones,

them bones, them dry bones...

I don't mean to be irreverent,

but there really is that kind of joy--

because God gives life 

and hope to the people once more.

Dry bones coming to life.

God breathes and we have life again.

God’s message: do not give up hope.

Our gospel story has Jesus

arriving too late. 

Mary and Martha sent Jesus messages,

begging him to come.

Their brother Lazarus,

Jesus’ friend,

was deathly ill.

But Jesus didn’t come right away.

He waited.

By the time he arrives,

Lazarus has died 

and has already been in the tomb four days.

After Jesus speaks with Martha,

he then sees Mary and she is weeping. 

Jesus weeps, too.

Jesus is not a divine, holy robot--

Jesus is flesh and blood human.

He hurts.

He cries.

No doubt he weeps because his friend has died,

but I imagine he also weeps 

because his heart goes out to Mary and to Martha.

He knows their heartbreak.

They have lost their brother.

And he most likely knows that Mary and Martha

are also wondering, 

Why didn’t you come, Jesus, when we called you?

You could have saved him.

Why?

We often wonder that ourselves.

Where are you, God?

Why do you not show up 

when you know how desperately I need your help?

Jesus tells them to roll the stone away from the tomb.

And Martha bluntly says,

Lord, I don’t think that’s a good idea. 

There’s already a stench. 

Lazarus has been dead for 4 days.

The King James translation of this scripture

 is pretty marvelous--

it says that Martha says,

He stinketh.

But Jesus insists 

and out comes Lazarus.

Unbind him and let him go.

How do our dry bones live? 

How are we brought out of the tomb and unbound? 

What do we do 

when it is we who “stinketh”?

Both these stories--
Ezekiel and the dry bones,

Lazarus’ death and entombment--

both these stories are initially about lament,

sorrow, disappointment,

loss of hope.

But ultimately

both these stories are resurrection stories.

The dry bones are given new life.

Lazarus comes out of the tomb and is unbound.

These stories are purposefully placed 

here on the fifth Sunday of Lent

because they serve as markers,

telling us that we are getting very near

to Holy Week lament 

and to Easter resurrection.

But these stories tell us so much more.

These stories tell us to not give up hope.

No matter how terrible, horrible, very bad

and no good things may be,

do not give up hope.

Sometimes we choose to live in a tomb

and sometimes the world does its best 

to keep us bound up.

These things may not be our fault,

just as it was not Lazarus’ fault that he died.

Are we tied down by loss, hatred,

unemployment, jealousy, illness, revenge,

deep sorrow?

What binds us?

What is sucking the life right out of our bones?

Jesus calls us to “come out.”

Jesus tells us to roll away the stone from our tombs.

This unbinding sometimes feels impossible,

hopeless.

We are not on this journey alone

God is with us.

God may not show up and do what we ask

when we ask and just how we ask.

As Henry Emerson Fosdick wrote,

God is not a cosmic bell boy

for whom we can press a button

to get things.

But God is with us.

God always calls us to leave our tombs

and come out.

God breathes on our dry bones

to give us new life.

Dry bones live because of love.

We are able to escape our tombs

because of love.

God loves us.

God loves us overwhelmingly.

No exceptions.

We need to believe this.

God calls us to love one another.

No exceptions.

We need to do this.

Mortal, 

can these bones live?

O Lord GOD, you know.

You know.