Bargain Hunting Excitement (Larry's Nov 27 sermon)

(In my rush to update our blog before Christmas, I unintentionally left out Larry Green's sermon, which kicked off Advent for us on Nov 27.  Thank you for your message, Larry!  - Danielle)


I hope all of you had a wonderful Thanksgiving. This past weekend brings to mind a great tradition that my family had for the day after Thanksgiving as we would almost stay awake and could not wait to get to Rich’s and Davidson’s in downtown Atlanta. You see getting there early was extremely important because I had to ride the pink pig….non southerners have no clue but the pig was a train like thing that road around the ceiling of the Rich’s toy department and we had to go to Thompson Boland and Lee so I could see my feet in the e ray thing they had set up. So I will for the sake of it tell another story of some friends that I met recently who were even more serious than we were.

The alarm clock went off just like any other morning but instead of turning it off, Mary and Tom leaped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom. Tom quickly shaved and Mary hastily put on her make-up. Their movements were quick, intentional, and efficient. Their usually sluggish morning routine had turned into an Indy style pit stop. They were awake and alert because they were on a mission. It was the day after Thanksgiving otherwise known as Black Friday and they were headed to the mall to participate in the annual shopping spree to inaugurate the holiday season.

Shoppers across America not only woke up early on Friday morning but many of them stood in line all night in hopes of finding bargains by the cart-full. Computers and other electronic gadgetry were in big demand and marketing executives made sure that their store had plenty of enticing lures throughout the departments. This required some shoppers to develop intricate strategies to maximize their shopping time. Tara and Bobby had it all planned out. Bobby was assigned the purchase of an Insignia DVD player and Tara the marked down home computer system.

I wonder if Mary and Tom sprang out of bed the next Sunday morning with the same enthusiasm and intentionality that propelled them to the mall on Black Friday. Or, did Tara and Bobby wait all night at the front door of their church, if they attend, to reserve a seat up front, close to the pulpit. Ironically, when we have the proper motivation, we will do extraordinary things. Our bodies pump adrenalin through our muscles driving out even the faint touches of dreariness. We will rush from store to store after having gotten only a few hours sleep but on most Sunday mornings after a good nights sleep, we barely have enough staying power to keep awake through the Prayer for Illumination and Scripture Lesson. If the pastor does not force us to stand and sing the Song of Preparation we just might be in “la la” land before he finishes the introduction to his sermon. We say our spirit is willing but the flesh is weak but I wonder if the temptation for physical sleep is not an indication of another state of weariness

The writer of Mark inserts this morning's Scripture passage at the end of a rather lengthy teaching session. A disciple comments about the beauty of the Temple and Jesus uses the remark to remind his band of followers of the coming judgment of God against that house of worship. Stunned by his words, the disciples want to know more information. They want dates and places. They want a time line. Jesus provides his disciples with a rather vivid and detailed description of those events. He speaks about the coming siege and destruction of Jerusalem. He is telling them of the pending terror so that when they notice the first signs of the pending doom they will respond immediately. A crisis is coming and they must be ready.

He also warns his disciples that they will be persecuted for their faith. Jesus never attempts to sugar-coat the life of discipleship. They chose the hard way. They will not be able to later say that they had not been warned.

Jesus then reminds his followers that his message will be misinterpreted by many. They will attempt to lead people astray. They will offer creative ways of understanding his message. Their teaching will be attractive. It will fill in the gaps that seem to be missing. It will provide easy answers to difficult questions but the disciples are not be be fooled by these so called teachers.

He concludes his instructions by drawing on imagery used in the Old Testament to describe the coming Day of the Lord. The event will be proceeded by the increase of wars, earthquakes and famines. All creation will be shaken but in the midst of all this social, political, and ecological turmoil, they are to “be on guard,” “be alert” and “keep watch.” If we use a literal translation of the Greek text, his words appear very strange. The Greek term directly relates to the physical act of staying awake by not falling asleep. Literally, he seems to be saying, “when the heavens experience a cataclysmic upheaval; when the whole world is collapsing all around you, do not worry or panic and especially do not fall asleep.

This is not be the only time Jesus warns his disciples about succumbing to the temptation of sleep. On the night of his betrayal and arrest he uses the same term to encourage them to resist the feelings of weariness. In the darkness of the Garden, the use of the term appears more natural and appropriate. The disciples had endured a long week. They had walked many miles to come to the Holy City of Jerusalem. They had spent many long tension filled hours listening to Jesus answer the challenges and questions of the Pharisees. They were tired. They had just completed a Passover meal and their bodies wanted rest to digest the meal. They want to sleep but Jesus asks them to keep watch, to stay awake.

The use of the term, to stay awake, on the night of his arrest fits the setting but using it right after he tells his disciples about the coming destruction of civilization as they know it, appears out of place. How could a person even think about sleeping with the world in such a state of chaos? How could a person quietly lay there head upon a pillow and gentle close their eyes with such a threatening catastrophe looming?

His warning is more easily understood if we consider that even in the Garden, Jesus use it more for its figurative meaning than its literal. To understand the significance of this interpretation consider these questions. Why warn the disciples to stay awake if he was only using it in a literal sense? What difference does it make if they are awake when the solders come? He does not want the disciples to fight the solders. He does not want his followers to organize an escape plan. Jesus knows that the solders are to arrest him. So what does he mean by the term?

By his admonition, Jesus indicates that he wants his disciples to be more than just mentally and physically awake. He wants them to be spiritually awake so that they will understand the reality that is exploding around. He knows that they cannot control it. They do not have any influence upon it but he wants them to understand the theological meaning of the events that are about to transpire.

In his opening line of an autobiographic essay, the freshman wrote "Last year, I awoke from a coma that had lasted for 18 years. The coma was called 'my life.'" The young man then describe how a particularly gifted teacher had awakened him to a new reality. The teacher got into his face, grabbed him by the neck, shook him up and down, and made him take, for the first time in his life, an honest look at his life. That college freshman discovered that we can be physically awake but mentally asleep.

On the night of his betrayal the disciples were both physically, mentally and spiritually asleep. They did not understand anything that was happening even though Jesus had explained it to them many times. They may have been awakened from their physical sleep by the sounds of marching solders, but they were still slumbering in a spiritual sleep. Unable to comprehend the events, their faith collapsed into a sea of fear and they deserted Jesus.

The words of Jesus do not warn us to keep a physical vigilance but a spiritual one. Their message does warns us to resist the weariness of the world around us. We are not to become so immersed in the cultural values and lifestyles of our neighbors, friends and even family that we fall asleep to the spiritual reality that is unfolding before us. His message should compel us to discover the complex truth of living in the world but not being of it.

God's coming will not be proceeded by economic prosperity. God's coming will not inaugurate a period of peace and the cessation of wars. God's coming will not be marked by the eradication of hunger and disease.

 C. S. Lewis once wrote,

God will invade. But I wonder whether people who ask God to interfere openly and directly in our world quite realize what it will be like when He does. When that happens, it is the end of the world. When the author walks onto the stage the play is over. God is going to invade, all right; but what is the good of saying you are on His side then, when you see the whole natural universe melting away like a dream and something else - something it never entered your head to conceive - comes crashing in; something so beautiful to some of us and so terrible to others that none of us will have any choice left?"¹

Jesus tells us to keep watch to stay awake.

Doorbells (Danielle's Dec 18 sermon)

The doorbell used to be a very different thing.  When I was little, I remember hearing it a lot, and I remember feeling a sense of expectation every time it rang: it could be anybody!  A friend, a relative, a salesperson, a neighbor needing to borrow something or wanting to say “hi” – it could even be your minister.  I remember ringing other people’s doorbells a lot: we dropped by to see our playmates, or we dropped in on our elders in the neighborhood, who gave us cookies and let us sit on their ‘good sofas’ in their ‘nice’ living rooms.  We sold things door-to-door for choir and Girl Scouts.  Doorbells were like instant messaging: they summoned people up, connected people, provided access to people you wanted to see.  And homes were like public spaces that represented a person to the community and vice versa.

There are a lot of folks who still use their homes this way, and are really generous and open with guests and neighbors – even spontaneously.  But we’re not a drop-in culture anymore.  We’re in touch in other, more controllable, mobile ways, and our homes have become like havens: more private, more private, more private.  In many homes now when the doorbell rings unexpectedly, people look up from what they’re doing and start asking questions: “Do you know who that could be?  Have you ordered something?  Check your cell phone - see if anyone’s called you.”  I was at my parents’ home recently – the same people who had one of these open thresholds when I was a kid – when the doorbell rang and we all went off in our twenty-first century way, asking “Can you see whose car that is?  Who would drop by at this time?”  So I wondered out loud, “Could it be Mrs. Rosenfeld?” (she’s the elderly woman who lives next door) and my mom answered, “No, no - Mrs. Rosenfeld always texts before she comes over.”   

I bet Mary would have liked to have gotten a text from this angel – just a little warning that he was on his way to her house.   She would have seen some sort of suspicious, unidentifiable area code or a blocked number, and the message, “Greetings, favored 1!  B there in 2 min 4 Annunciation.”  Just enough time for this poor girl to bar the door, turn off all the lights, and jump under the covers, hoping that whoever this unidentified messenger was wouldn’t have any super-celestial way of getting inside.  Forewarning cannot, however, stave off super-celestial powers and no sooner does Mary plunge beneath her blanket than she sees and feels light glowing through its threads.  She senses the presence of something huge and terrifying in the room with her and she emerges, incrementally, from her shelter to find an awe-filled thing standing before her.  A big humanish being.  Not quite like a man or a woman.  Luminescent.  Whether the angel speaks out loud or speaks in Mary’s heart, its voice is clear, resonant, and fills her ears, leaving no room for thought with its message: “Greetings, favored one!  The Lord is with you.” 

The angel is irresistibly holy and magnificent.  It’s also frightful, bossy, and intrusive.  It hasn’t called ahead of time.  It hasn’t asked to come – it hasn’t even rung that iconic doorbell and here it is, not on Mary’s porch, not waiting on her “good sofa” in her “nice” living room, but right there in the middle of her space, messing up her house with its news of “favor” and “kingdoms” and “overshadowing.”  The angel isn’t selling Mary something, it’s telling her something, whether she wants to hear it or not, and it represents a world totally outside of her comfort zone – the angel represents the world of God’s own being, which has a nice religious sound to it, but is, in fact, an overwhelming place.  When we say “God’s own being,” we’re talking about the creative center of the cosmos, the power of everything that lives, the source of blinding light, the place from which the ground beneath our feet exploded, and now this huge, glowing thing wants to take Mary by the elbow and usher her into all that fire and wind and spirit and creative, redemptive, chaos.  More than this, even – this huge glowing thing has come into Mary’s house to make of Mary a house for God, to house the creative power of the universe inside of her, despite all consequences.  The Eastern churches use the word “God-bearer” to talk about what the angel is asking Mary to be.  And what that means, essentially, is that Mary is being asked to be a universe-bearer.  The angel is asking Mary to carry the heart of the world underneath her own heart. 

This may have something to do with why we guard our own doors so closely.  We’re not an inhospitable culture, but we have become a careful culture.  The world is very, very big now, and we know it.  Like Mary, we have a lot to be afraid of.  When the doorbell rings, what could be on the other side of it?  Could it be violence?  Some person or some institution seeking to harm you, moving in darkness, operating out of hopelessness?  Could it be need?  Deprivation and inequity of material, emotional, and cognitive resources so profound it seems there is nothing one person could ever do to help?  Could it be sickness?  Entities making bodies and systems fight for integrity in ways that hurt?  Maybe it’s this ambient anxiety that seems to be part and parcel of life these days, where markets and nations and parents perch on the edges of chairs, ready to react to any rumor, all suggestions, every possibility of conflict, loss, or concern. 

Or maybe …it’s somebody who wants to love you, which can be just as threatening as violence, illness, or instability.  Maybe outside of your door is another human being who wants to share part of herself with you in genuine friendship, romantic love, true neighborliness, or ministry.   Maybe there’s a relationship outside your door that would require hard work, risk, and personal transformation.   Maybe there’s an idea or new opportunity outside your door that would require you to stretch, to see the world differently, to change your mind and your perspective.   It could be God outside of your door, present in any one of the scenarios we’ve just listed, with a message for you: “Greetings, favored one!  Will you let me, and everything I love, into your home?” 

Outside of your door, then, is the universe – with all its uncertainty, all its pain, all its baffling capacity for good and for evil – and like Mary, with each  chime, each knock, each encounter between us and what is not us, we are being asked to bear it.  There’s a temptation, therefore, to “hole up” and isolate ourselves from its assaults: the assault of information, noise, of other people and their needs, of global issues and back-yard issues.  We try to create in our private space a peace that surpasses all else, and it’s not that we don’t want to share our peace with others – it’s just that we want to get a handle on things.  We want to be able to expect or control our encounters with violence, illness, love, opportunity, even God.  I can understand King David’s impulse in our reading from Samuel, this impulse to build a house to contain the thing out there: a prison for offenders, a hospital for the sick, a school for ideas and experiments, a church or a temple for God.  But if none of those things will stay in their places – if we’re forced to live with the unexpected effects of instability, the discomfort of illness, the challenge of new ideas, the risks of love and opportunity, and the authentic engagement with all of these things that God wants us to have, we at least want to know when they’re coming. We want to know when the angel is going to show up, what he’s bringing with him, and how long he’s going to stay. 

It certainly makes sense why the angel didn’t text, and didn’t ring Mary’s doorbell.  He has brought the universe – all time, history, and place – to her house and placed it in her lap.  He’s brought the reality of sin and the power of redemption to her house and placed it in her lap.  He has brought the complete joy of birth and resurrection and the utter pain of death and crucifixion into her house and placed it in her lap.  Many people would have found somewhere else to be, and quick.

Mary’s response is this: she opens her home.  She may not understand exactly what the angel is telling her, but she accepts the promise of his greeting: first, that the message is a sign that she is favored, and second that God is with her.  And Mary begins to embody the power of God made flesh.  Mary becomes a house for God – and as a house, she ceases to be private, but becomes more than a public space: she becomes the center of the universe, and a threshold opening earth onto heaven.

And so heaven’s door is thrown wide open for us.  God’s private space, God’s haven and sanctuary do not exist, and we are free to pass back and forth, with the angels, like children in the neighborhoods we remember.  How vulnerable God is in this exchange – and how available to us is God’s strength … how complete is God’s presence with us, giving us everything we need to open our own doors and answer the call of all that awaits us on the other side of them.  Jesus is the openness of God and he has come to unlock us and set us free.

You were ushered into God’s own being long ago with this young, confused and courageous mother of God.  You are a favored one, the recipient of a message that you don’t have to fear because God is with you – both ringing and answering your doorbell.  Everything you need to face the universe and to bear it – everything you need to heal it and to be healed – is sitting right in your lap, placed there by the One who created it all.  And the house that God desires, the temple where God dwells, is in your very own heart.  

Ending Matthew (Ray's commentary on our Nov 20 readings)

TODAY’S GOSPEL (Matthew 25:31-46)

Ending a church year – ending our reading from Matthew

Sunday, November 20 is the end of the church year. A new church year begins on the First Sunday of Advent, the next Sunday, November 27. So on November 20 we end our year long reading from Matthew’s Gospel, and turn in Advent to begin reading from Mark’s Gospel.

The story of the first Palm Sunday is told in Matthew’s Gospel in chapter 21. This fall we have been reading the stories of what Jesus said and did in Jerusalem immediately after the first Palm Sunday. Near the beginning of Matthew’s Gospel, the teachings of Jesus in chapters 5 through 7 are so familiar and well-loved they have a popular holy nick-name, “The Sermon on the Mount.” One might call chapters 21-25 in Matthew the sermon in Jerusalem, or the sermon facing the cross.

The story of the cross begins in the next chapter

For in chapter 25 (from which we read on both November 13 and 20) we are on the threshold of the story of the cross of Jesus. That story begins in chapter 26. Bach opens the St. Matthew Passion with the anointing in Bethany, and then the Last Supper and then the arrest.

Christ the King asks us a question

We end our year long reading from Matthew’s Gospel on a high note, a very grand chord is sounded. It is Judgment Day, and Christ in Glory (which is always the glory of his self-giving love) asks us when did we feed the hungry and clothe the naked and give water to the thirsty and visit the sick and the prisoner, and welcome the stranger?  And he makes the great statement that when we do it one of these, we do it to Jesus himself.  

We feed the hungry at our Neighbors in Need dinner on Tuesday, November 15. Christ comes to dinner. Or making a meal for those at Deborah’s Place.

The kids in the parish through through the Heifer Project gave a camel to a family to give milk as well as transportation in a place where other kinds of animals might not survive.

We clothe the naked, bringing clothes to the church to give to Cathedral Shelter or St. Leonard’s – giving families and individuals Christmas gifts through the Cathedral Shelter. 

We help people out of prison through St. Leonard’s Ministries in our diocese.

We welcome the stranger into St. Chrysostom’s.

We visit the sick at Northwestern Hospital – we send the clergy to bring prayer and the Holy Communion. 

A quotation from Mother Teresa

Mother Teresa of Calcutta (1910-1997) often quoted this Gospel. My favorite quotation from Mother Teresa is this:  

In Holy Communion we have Christ under the appearance of bread. In our work we find him under the appearance of flesh and blood. It is the same Christ. ‘I was hungry, I was naked, I was sick, I was homeless.’                                                                                                  Malcolm Muggeridge, Something Beautiful for God, 1971, page 74

In the middle ages, Christians loved to make lists of things – the Seven Deadly Sins, the Seven Gifts of the Holy Spirit. These six things – feeding the hungry, giving water to the thirsty, clothing the naked, visiting the sick, visiting the prisoner, welcoming the stranger – with the addition of giving a decent burial to the dead became known as the Seven Works of Mercy, or the Seven Works or Corporal (physical) Mercy.

Holiness of life is life lived close to Jesus

Holiness of life is life lived close to Jesus, in Holy Communion and in helping others – in loving servant ministry of others. We live close to him in reading his story, in coming to his table to be fed, in times of quiet prayer and in ways we serve through our volunteer work, our work, our giving. Welcoming others into the church.

OUR FIRST READING (Ezekiel 34: 11-16, 20-24) is the prophet’s great vision of God as the shepherd of the people of God. The prophet hears the voice of God saying God will seek the lost. There is also the vision of giving David as king, who be the people’s shepherd and feed them. At the time of Jesus, all Israel was looking for the coming of the new king sent from God, the “anointed one” (in Hebrew the Messiah, in Greek the Christ) the descendant of David. This for us was and is Jesus, born in Bethlehem, the city of David.

IN THE SECOND READING from the Letter of Paul to the Ephesians (1:15-23) Christ is head of the church. 

The parable of the entrepreneurs (Danielle's Nov 13 sermon)

Computer geeks have ruined us.  I mean that seriously.  Bill Gates has ruined us.  Steve Jobs has ruined us.  Mark Zuckerberg, the founder of Facebook, has ruined us, and not because we now spend all our free time looking at pictures of our high school friends' children's birthday parties.  All of these insane geniuses have ruined us because our popular perception of them, the stories and legends we've created around them, the amazing scale of their specialized intellects, define for our culture what it means to be entrepreneurial.

Now it's always been the case that societies hold up their best and brightest.  Our tradition has saints, after all -  and if you think it’s hard to emulate them, when you consider our cultural saints, it gets downright overwhelming.  Somebody like Bill Gates started writing code as a little kid and grew a company so big it ran up against anti-trust laws.  Somebody like Jobs so revolutionized the way we process information that many of us can honestly look back two or three years and say that the way we think and act has been transformed by a cell phone.  If that's what it means to be an entrepreneur, then we've got our work cut out for us.  And this matters, because entrepreneurialism - the creativity, adventuresomeness, and fruitfulness that we associate with tech giants and designers and business moguls - is something every person of faith is called to. 

Look at the three people in our parable today.  Just as in the angry story about the wedding banquet that we read earlier this fall, Jesus tells this story to illustrate what the kingdom of God is like.  And here the kingdom of God is like an investor who gives three entrepreneurs some seed money, some creative license, a vague deadline, and maintains high expectations.

You know now how it all cashes out: the first entrepreneur makes it work, just like the investor thought he would - that's why he was given the most capital.  The second does fine, as expected, and is duly rewarded.   The third entrepreneur caves.  He crumbles.  He doesn't have any good ideas, he doesn't have any training, he doesn't have time to do any research and can't think of anything game-changing to do with the seed money, so he defaults to maintaining the status quo and buries his talent - and his head - in the earth.  The investor returns, and after he's oohed and aahed  over the innovative and productive things entrepreneurs one and two have placed in his lap, he’s presented with a dirty bag of money that looks disappointingly familiar.  Entrepreneur three can tell things aren't going well, so words start tripping and falling out of his mouth, "I was afraid, Mr. Investor!  You're a little bit sketchy and everybody thinks you're kind of scary, so I thought if I just didn't risk the money, then we could all be happy - nothing ventured nothing lost, right?" 

Wrong.  Entrepreneur number three misunderstood the creative task he was handed in the same way we are prone to misunderstand it.  He misunderstood what it means to be a faithful entrepreneur.  In an atmosphere like ours of professionalism and expertise, not only can doubt about our fitness for ministry, our resources for ministry, and our God-given gifts run rampant, but we can misidentify what ministry and what gifts actually look like.  We imagine that entrepreneurialism is about producing flawless things.  Without fail.  With great élan.  Fearlessly.  Our popular culture has it that entrepreneurs look like the three "saints" mentioned earlier - the brains, bucks, and bossiness behind Microsoft, Apple, and social networking.  Or we might acknowledge that entrepreneurialism happens on a smaller scale, but with no less astounding, complex things that require specialized intelligence, like that really great Dyson vacuum cleaner that can pivot around corners.  The inventors and investors behind all of these things are entrepreneurial and all of them are smart and imaginative.  But none of them are unique.  Rather, they are working hard at tasks that belong to all people of faith, tasks that are the essence of entrepreneurialism: creative problem-solving, shared risk-taking, and partnership.   

Creative problem-solving begins with a perceived opportunity, challenge, lack - or maybe even with something really good that could be made better.  In the church family, faithful entrepreneurialism could be as simple as this: Scripture has to be read every Sunday.  The communion must be prepared every Sunday.  Children need to be taught every Sunday.  So you enlist yourself in one of those rotations.  Opportunity, challenge, lack ... solution.  There’s more to add here, because there's more at stake than just signing up - that's a first step.  But let’s look at other potentialities in our parish life that call for a spirit of faithful entrepreneurialism.  Ray preached about stewardship last week and mentioned a time in the church when a beloved tutoring program moved to a new location and the parish wanted to continue serving others in our space.  Neighbors in Need was born, with creativity, shared risk, and parntership.

We have another feeding ministry here that has been launched into the entrepreneurial moment.  Over a decade ago a dedicated group of people saw an opportunity in the desire for an outreach program, in the challenge of women struggling with homelessness, and in the needs of a neighborhood agency who serves them.  The creative solution they arrived at was Cooking for Deborah's Place, where members of our church shop for, cook, and deliver a Friday meal once a month to an overnight shelter where local women sleep in safety.  As with any group a community developed around the ministry, and the woman at the center of it, our friend Noma Cave, died a little over one month ago.  In the wake of her death, creative problem-solving, shared risk-taking, and parntership are the name of the game as the people who love this mission come together and explore questions like, "How do we move forward, practically?"  "How do we deepen relationships with our companions in this work, and how do we meet the precious challenge of building new relationships, inviting new people into the ministry in a busy, time-challenged parish?"   There is spirit and energy in this discussion.  There is openness, welcome, and imagination. There is flexibility, as the group thinks about its mission and methods, and generosity as people who have served in the past come forward to help and as others, like the Neighbors in Need crew, lend support and thoughtfulness to their Deborah's Place friends. 

But there’s a still more-important feature of this conversation that magnifies the character of faithful entrepreneurialism: the tools being used to do this are not tools of expertise, professionalism, or insane genius.  They are mystical, but they're not mystifying.  They are the fruits of the Spirit - the gifts of the Holy Spirit that we celebrate in baptism and that flourish in our baptismal ministries.  Deborah's Place is named for the female judge, Deborah, whose story was proclaimed today, not because she was a brilliant strategist, but because she was courageous, decisive, and wise.  And the ministry of Deborah's Place will continue at our church because our church is tenacious, compassionate, relationship-oriented, even sacrificial.  These aren't things you learn in school.  These aren't one-of-kind assets plunked in your cosmic piggy bank before birth that stack your deck ahead or behind of anybody else's.  These are habits of virtue, patterns of a redeemed life that grow as a body grows - our body of Christ in which we discover holiness with one another. 

But all of these fruits, gifts, virtues, and habits are not generic, either.  In each life, some of them are special.  Some of them are talents.  Among us today are people who are remarkably good listeners.  Some of you are remarkably patient.  Some of you are driven to be kind.  Some of you are unfailingly diligent.  Some of you are peace-makers, bridge-builders, consensus-seekers, and some of you are agitators.  You become a lector because you read well, and you join the altar guild because you want to help, but is it really about your voice and how well you clean a chalice, or is it about your deep appreciation and reverence for word and sacrament?  Is it about your sensitivity to holy things?  Have you ever been told that you are hospitable, patient, incisive, perceptive, detail-oriented or good at big-picture thinking? Gentle, assertive, passionate, or dedicated?  Those are your talents.  Those are the things that make us all human, that make us a good creation.  In a eulogy for one of those famous entrepreneurs, Steve Jobs' sister didn't share that her brother was great at algorhythms.  She said, "He loved beauty."  Bill Gates doesn't work for Microsoft anymore ... he was receptive to criticisms of his charitable giving and established a transparent philanthropic foundation.  So he's generous, but maybe his talent is really openness.  And Mark Zuckerburg could use his abilities toward any number of ends, but he says again and again that what he really wants to do is connect people with one another.  So yeah, he's smart, but his smarts make a difference because of his talent: an abiding interest in people.  These are the kind of talents we're all given to some degree or another, and they're the things we're called to draw out of one another. So if nobody has, in fact, told you that you are discerning, or loyal, or curious, then you deserve to be told.  We have to be able to listen to our own lives, but we’re bound to listen to each other's, as well - at the very least because we need every talent in this place to be a whole body, with all its members. 

And the kingdom of God needs it, too.  The kingdom of God is people by faithful entrepreneurs.  It is a community of talent, where self is offered as the creative solution to the opportunities, challenges, and lack we encounter.  It is a community where risk is shared and rewarded and partnerships are built in support and discernment.  And where these things do not take place – where talent is buried and creativity, risk, and relationship founder, there is loss.  We suffer the loss of each others’ talent and we suffer the diminishment of our own.  So our true partner, our foundational relationship, must be with the One creator-problem-solver who risks loving us enough to leave this earth and this family to our care, to leave each one of us to the other’s concern, and who trusts our talents to build a kingdom.  Let us pray.

Almighty God whose loving hand has given us everything.  Grant us grace that we may honor you with our substance and be talented stewards of your kingdom of love.  Through Christ our Lord, Amen.  

Happy All Saints! (Ray's Nov 6 sermon)

We celebrate today the feast of all the saints of God. Those of heroic virtue, the classic definition, whose name everybody knows like St. Francis. And the special genius of this day is to remember everyone, perhaps especially those whose names are forgotten by the world, who are known only to God. In the New Testament the word “saints” refers to the whole community, and today we celebrate the entire community of those who followed Jesus on earth as his disciples in their day, and who are now with him in heaven.

A day to have baptisms

Today is one of the four days of the Church Year the Prayer Book specifically asks us to have baptisms – along with Easter Eve, Pentecost and the Feast of the Baptism of Jesus.

And today Danielle will baptize Paul Anthony Saunders.

And the day we offer our pledges

And in our parish family life, today is the day we offer our pledges to support St. Chrysostom’s in the coming year, in 2012. May our pledges be a tangible sign of each one of us renewing our own baptismal promises – a tangible sign of our yes to follow Jesus as his disciples – to accept, trust, follow, obey.

In a few minutes in the baptismal rite we will all renew our baptismal promises to follow Jesus – to accept, trust, follow, obey God’s call to love, to loving service – and we will all promise to support this child in his life in Christ. May our pledges be a sign of that promise, an investment in carrying out that promise. . 

What have you done?

The road between Chicago and the hills of western Massachusetts has been traveled many times. Early in the new year Eve and I will drive it, to move to our new house, when I retire as rector here.

In 1858 a farm boy, 21 years old, came to Chicago from the village of Northfield, Massachusetts. His name was D.L. Moody. In later years he founded the high school I went to, and my son went to, back in his home town. I love D.L. stories. Someone asked him in later years how he dared to preach since he had so little formal education. Mr. Moody said, “I did the best I could with the advantages I have had. What have you done with the advantages you’ve had?”

Just the question for today.

I want to speak very personally today about how much I love this parish. Oh, maybe an element of saying goodbye. But more, this is my personal list, from my heart, of what I love about this community of Christ’s in this place, this koinonia. You make your list in your heart and prayers.

Hospital: My life as a priest has been woven in the lives of parishioners as I have visited in the hospital, or at nursing homes, or at home. I remember many years ago Dr. Ferris at Trinity Church in Boston saying he felt most useful in the sickroom – that has been my experience. It is a great honor to bring prayer and Communion and to be there. 

Children: And there has been the enormous gift of so many children and young families – here at  weekly worship, coming for Communion or a blessing. There is nothing I love more than a baptism! The gift of so many children in parish and school calls us to work together, calls us to make it a win-win situation.

New: I have loved some new things we have done -- things that weren’t in anybody’s mind or soul and then the idea came and we tried it. When some years ago tutoring moved to the new LaSalle Cornerstone building there was a clear wish to have a hands on outreach project in these buildings and we came up with Neighbors in Need which we started at Thanksgiving 2005 with a dinner for the good Gospel number of 12 guests. And Noma from heaven is saying remember also Cooking for Deborah’s Place. Then there was the time Mary Ellen had the music person from the Episcopal School in Manhattan come and that sparked Charles’ songs. And my doing a weekly email letter and all the connections that has brought. A reminder to me and to all of us to be open to the Spirit and the new.

Friends: Clergy friends in this diocese have meant a great deal to me.  Bishop Lee was here Tuesday for Ben’s ordination to the diaconate and how much our seminarians have meant – two of whom were sponsored for ordination by St. Chrysostom’s. And then my colleagues as associate rectors – what diverse and rich gifts of mind and heart and soul they have brought! That you, Danielle, have brought!

And I am grateful for my other colleagues on the staff here. Audrey Williams is a combination of efficiency and tact – how I value both her advice and her discretion. It is a measure of her gifts that during her time here, while working full time, and being a mom, she has earned both her bachelors and master of fine arts degrees. 

Music: Eve and I have loved living in Chicago, and one thing we both love about the city is the banquet of music available. Both at Orchestra Hall – one of my favorite places in the world – and in this parish church with Richard and Roger. If somebody said to me, quick, give me three examples of excellence: I would shoot back, Rudolph Serkin at the piano and Pablo Casals on the cello at Marlboro when I was in high school, and Richard playing Bach.

Sacred space: I am mainly talking about people and ministries, and rightly so, for they are St. Chrysostom’s. But a lot of people have taken part in a real labor of love in restoring and maintaining these buildings. We have gone over five million dollars raised for renovations since the capital campaign began in 1998. This tally does not include additional sums raised by the Day School, for instance for their lovely new class rooms. There have been several wonderful bequests (important to remember the church) but a clear majority of these funds are from living members. There have been both things seen: saving the bell tower, the new courtyard, re-facing the wall on the south side of the courtyard, restoring the stained glass and lighting fixtures. This great organ. And things not visible to you here: We should have a behind the scenes tour some Sunday of the new boilers and the electrical system. And this year there is the challenge of the clean up after a surprise flood. Not a penny of this has ever been spent that was not voted by the vestry, nor has any check ever been signed except by the lay leadership.

The bell tower in scaffolding.

This is to speak of capital expenses by the parish, by you, but the annual giving of course is needed for heat and light and cleaning and repairs.

We sent to you something called a narrative budget this year. Danielle and I and stewardship chair Craig Korte figured out how much each staff person costs to be here – and then broad brush what we do with our time. Then we asked what the building costs and what is done in it. Craig crunched the numbers to give you a simple chart of how your gifts of money are spent in worship and education and pastoral care and outreach and so forth. I don’t particularly love pie charts but it is a pie chart of some things I do love and care about deeply and so do a lot of other people. Your gift of money heats an apartment so a non-frozen priest can be there to visit in the Intensive Care unit at Northwestern. Your gift of your gift of money pays for electric lights and plumbing for a twelve step program to meet.

Worship: I deeply love the worship in this place, and specifically this service of worship at this hour today: Baptism and Eucharist and Sermon – Word and Sacrament -- this is the very best we have. The Book of Common Prayer in action. It is the same at places of worship far bigger than we are – and far smaller -- almost word for word at the National Cathedral in Washington or Trinity Church, Wall Street or all sorts of places. Indeed when our pilgrimage was at Canterbury Cathedral several years ago the liturgy was almost word for word the same as today’s (there did not happen to be baptism). Almost word for word except the words in Spanish and Mayan – Tseltal -- in Yochib under a tin roof. This is not ours only, but this is us at our best, our heritage at its best, the best we have to offer, the best evangelical tool we have. To speak to people who have a deep hunger and thirst for the spiritual life.

Eve and I went to Symphony last Thursday evening, and as I was about to leave I picked up a small notebook, which happened to be from a conference called CREDO I attended some time ago – a conference for clergy which was very helpful and meant a great deal.

I just had it with me to jot down thoughts – perhaps I got the idea because we’ve happened to sit near our two different Chicago music critics recently.

Anyway, there I was

sitting in row F at Orchestra Hall

Thursday night just before 8

and I opened the notebook to a quotation

in my handwriting

someone at the conference must have had me write it down.

And I read these words from St. Anselm –

part of a prayer he wrote to God:

… admit me into the inner room of your love. (intra cubiculum amoris tut) .

                          St. Anselm of Canterbury 1033-1109  

God does – does admit me --

God welcomes us in.

Water and bread and wine are signs of it –

God welcomes me into God’s inner room of God’s love,

And I am washed and welcomed and fed.

And so are you.

And the door is opened for every one.  

Poverty: My own experience of poverty –

Ray Webster’s own poverty of spirit in today’s Gospel –

at this moment in my life

is what isn’t finished or didn’t work

or didn’t get tried

or went off track.

And there are those I mourn. .

God puts a small piece of bread in my hand

to be a sign of that body given in love for me

on a day in our history,

the body of he who experienced poverty of spirit –

a small piece of bread is put in my hand

to say God is here

and loves

and it is OK, it is OK,  

and those I mourn are safe with God.

And my hunger is met by the blessed feeding

God gives me, gives you, each one –

And I am fed

by the abundance of God’s love in Jesus Christ.  

(This sermon was preached by the Rev. Raymond Webster, Rector, in St. Chrysostom’s Church, Chicago, Illinois on Sunday, November 6, 2011 All Saints’ Sunday and Stewardship Sunday.) 

"Il y a moi-meme" (Ray's Oct 23 sermon)

Beginning with an invitation

It is an honor for me as rector of St. Chrysostom’s to invite you to Sunday, November 6 which on the calendar of the church is All Saints’ Sunday. All Saints’ Day is November 1 when our bishop will ordain Ben Varnum to the diaconate. The Prayer Book allows us to keep the Sunday after as the great festival – one of what the Prayer Book calls the Major Feast Days of the Church Year. All Saints’ is a majestic liturgy, when we celebrate the whole company of those who have followed Jesus as disciples, who believed in the Lord Jesus and followed him, in all the centuries and around the world, and who are now with him in heaven, held in the safe keeping of his love.

I invite you to make a pledge

All Saints is just the right day to invite you to make a pledge to support the ministry of Jesus Christ in this parish church in 2012. It is an old parish custom to invite the congregation to bring their pledge cards up to the altar along with those already received, to be offered to God with the bread and wine for the Eucharist. 

November 6^th will also be a combined service. Our last on May 22^nd was such fun and joyous that we all thought we should do a combined 9 and 11 more often and we will on November 6th.

This will be the 19^th time I have been honored to invite this congregation to offer our pledges. Of course, I am inviting you to give for a year I will not be here -- I will be for two months of 2012 and then no longer rector and 900 miles away. The ministry of this  great parish is far larger than any one of us, and will go on long after all of us in this church today are no longer here. 

I am going on to a new chapter in my life and am very excited about that. I am sad at cutting old ties, but it is in the natural order of things. The parish is also going on to a new chapter and may that be marked by generosity and love. It is an honor for me to invite you to be a partner and stake-holder, a supporter, in that new chapter.  

I invite you make your offering on November 6^th out of love for God, in thanksgiving, first and last for God’s love for you in Jesus Christ, for the riches of God’s grace, for all that is good and true and beautiful in your life. 

Nothing I enjoy more than a baptism

Out of love for God. In this past day, in the past twenty four hours, I have had two baptisms. Nothing I enjoy more than a baptism. One of the greatest honors a priest has, is to baptize people. The majority are infants, although we are all delighted to baptize an adult and you will recall that a year ago in the summer I had my first baptisms by immersion – two adults I was to marry the next day. The Prayer Book not only allows baptism by immersion, if you read the fine print, it is choice number one!

Each candidate is presented by name to the Celebrant, or to an assisting
priest or deacon, who then immerses, or pours water upon, the
candidate, saying …

Given this picture of God

This past day’s baptisms were both infants, lovely little lives. I said the baby’s name and I baptize you in the Name of the Father – with a pour from my hand -- and of the Son – and again a very small sprinkle – and a third as I said and of the Holy Spirit.

Here in these names is the picture of God we are given in the Gospel of Jesus Christ – I mean as I say those words, or Danielle says them, or they are said in any of the languages of the world or have been said over two thousand years – we are given a picture of God in these names.

In the Name of the Father

“Father”, that incredibly human name, and as someone who is both a dad and a son I know precisely how human and fallible the word is. The word is meant as a sign of a relationship that our human loving of dads and moms mirrors. It is a deeply human name that means we are invited into a relationship with God that our human loving – made in God’s image and likeness – mirrors. 

It is a deeply human name that is a sign that God loves you – not all human parents do, or are capable of doing that, or choose to do that. God always chooses to love each life. 

and in the Name of the Son

We cannot see God. God so loved the world, that God sent God’s only begotten Son to show us what God is like. And what we see is God’s love for every human being born into this world. Every one.

Father and Son – these human words, these incredibly human words – speak of a love that is given and returned and Jesus shows the way, is the pioneer in showing us how to return love to the God who loves us.

Jesus did that completely on the cross, laying down his life for us. And Jesus calls to follow day by day on his way of love – loving God and loving others. 

and in the Name of the Holy Spirit

The picture of God given us in the Gospel of Jesus Christ is incomplete without all three names. The Holy Spirit is the name of God living with us and within us – making our interior selves God’s temple and dwelling place. Giving us something of the love we see in Jesus so we may give it away. Paul wrote in the Letter to the Romans, the love of God is poured into our hearts by the Holy Spirit. Not a discrete Anglican sprinkle but poured, splashing in. And the Holy Spirit gives us rich gifts for loving God.

You are loved by God with a boundless immensity – loved by God whose Son laid down his life on the cross on a day in our history out of love for you – you and every single human life.

God calls us to glimpse that love and trust it – not completely understand, not know everything (although one of the great gifts God has given us is the human mind and we are to love God with our minds) – but trust and love.

It just took a minute for me to touch these small new lives with water and say these ancient words given to me to say:

I baptize you in the Name of God who is love in action, love that has come and taken on flesh in human history, love that is present with us, and given to us to give, love that is like wind that fills our sails, and like fire that melts our frozen hearts.

And these children and you and I are given rich gifts, immense gifts all sorts of gifts, often quite unexplored gifts, for loving God in worship and prayer and for loving other people.  

That love is given to you. God gives it to you. God calls you to accept it and trust it and return it. You. And every single one.

Not one forgotten …

… even if the whole world has forgotten.                                        

Thursday evening Eve and I went to the Chicago Symphony, and got there early – for a radiant performance of Mahler’s Fourth Symphony – and there were very few cars in the part of the garage where I like to park. “Il n’y a personne” I said to Eve. And she remembered years ago I said that when we went into a subway station in Paris and I had said, “Il n’y a personne” – nobody here – and a voice came “Il y a moi-même.” Hey, I’m here. 

“Il y a moi-même.” Hey, I’m here. Yes you are.

And God sees you

The great message of the Gospel of Jesus Christ is that there is a God, who does see each human being – who is present with each one, and sees each one and loves each one. In my time here at St. Chrysostom’s how often have I said how much I love the story in John 9 where Jesus, walking along the road, saw the blind beggar by the roadside – he saw him, he did not look the other way, the beggar was not invisible. Human beings make other human beings invisible in all sorts of ways, Ralph Ellison’s “The Invisible Man”-- God sees each one, even perhaps especially those forgotten by the world (in the Prayer Book’s phrase), those invisible to the world, those on the margins, those on the other side of the fences we human beings are always putting up. God’s eye is on the sparrow. Even the littlest. Especially the littlest.

And may someone who has been a priest a long time say that sometimes there are people who in the eyes of the world have every advantage, and in every sense are on the in of whatever one is to be in, in this city  – and find themselves poor inside and empty inside and on the outside even from those they love. Oh it happens. And sometimes unable to see. Unable to see where to go, how to go, certainly unable to see God’s love for them. 

God so loved that person and every other one in the world of God’s making that God gave his only begotten Son, to be born among us as a human being, who we could see and remember, whose story we could read, and hear the record of what he said and did, and in that hear and see the love God has for each one. For you.

Let us pray.

Come, Holy Spirit and give me light,

To see the love of God for me

And for each one, everyone, in Jesus Christ.

Come, Holy Spirit, help me hear

God’s call to follow Jesus day by day

On his way of loving God and others.

Give me wisdom and light to see the

Rich and special gifts you give each one of us

For loving on his way.

Give me trust in God’s love

At the very center of my life,

Give me wisdom to trust even when I cannot see.

And may I make my offering of love –

In love and thanks and joy –

The offering of my heart. Amen. 

(This sermon was preached by the Rev. Raymond Webster, Rector, in St. Chrysostom’s Church, Chicago, Illinois, on Sunday, October 23, 2011, the Nineteenth Sunday after Pentecost.)

Ray's Oct. 23 commentary

The first reading is Deuteronomy 34:1-12

We began reading the story of Moses, back on Sunday, August 21, from the first chapter of the Book of Exodus. Today we come to the end of the story of Moses – to the story of the death of Moses – in the last chapter of the Book of Deuteronomy.

This is the ending of the fifth book of the Bible – the ending of the five books which are the Torah for our Jewish brothers and sisters.

In the timeline or chronology of the first five books of the Bible, the people of Israel have been out in the wilderness for forty years since they were freed from slavery in Egypt.

They are within sight of the promised land, about to enter the promised land.

Moses, who God called to be the leader of the people, who God made use of as God’s instrument to bring the people into freedom, is not going to enter the promised land. That will be for another leader, Joshua.

The people of Israel had been slaves in Egypt, and over the forty years in the wilderness they had been formed as a free people. Not a perfect people. Not a people who didn’t make mistakes. But they had learned the skills needed to survive and be free. They were formed as a people.

So God will form you and me as disciples of Jesus – our primary identity.

Moses laid hands on Joshua, the leader who would bring the people into the promised land. The bishop will ordain Ben Varnum to the transitional diaconate on November 1 here in St. Chrysostom’s. The moment of ordination is when the bishops lays his (or her) hands on the ordinand’s head. This is the ancient custom directly out of the Hebrew Bible.

Joshua is described as full of the spirit of wisdom. So may we all be. I remember that in Thomas Aquinas the first gift of the Holy Spirit is wisdom. This comes from Isaiah 11:2 where wisdom is the first of the list of gifts of the Spirit, the list which became the Seven Gifts of the Holy Spirit.

The last verses of the first lesson are a wonderful tribute to Moses. For me the most moving phrase is that the Lord knew Moses face to face: Moses, whom the Lord knew face to face is the translation in the King James Version.

When we come before God, God is unseen, as though hidden in the cloud, that great image from these readings from the Hebrew Bible. Yet we know the face of God in Jesus Christ. And a great theme of these readings is the presence of God with us – unseen but with us. Who loves us.

Today’s Gospel reading is from Matthew 22:34-46.

We are coming close to the end of our reading from Matthew’s Gospel. Our last reading will be on the Sunday before Thanksgiving, the Last Sunday after Pentecost from Matthew 25, the great passage that when we feed the hungry or give water to the thirsty, or visit the sick or the prisoner, or welcome the stranger, or clothe the naked, we serve Christ himself.

And in chapter 26 we begin the story of the cross of Jesus. Johann Sebastian Bach began the St. Matthew Passion with the first story in chapter 26, the anointing of Jesus. Then comes the Last Supper and the prayer in the Garden of Gethsemane and then the arrest of Jesus. This is only four chapters away. Three chapters to our final reading from Matthew (in Advent we begin reading from Mark).

In today’s great passage Jesus is asked which commandment is the greatest and Jesus gives the summary of the law, quoting two verses from Deuteronomy. I know by heart the King James translation, found in the Book of Common Prayer, page 324:

Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with
all thy soul, and with all thy mind. This is the first and great
commandment. And the second is like unto it: Thou shalt
love thy neighbor as thyself. On these two commandments
hang all the Law and the Prophets.

And here is a clear call to us to follow Jesus as his disciples on his way of self-giving love: loving God and loving one another.