Sunday, February 18, 2018

Lent I sermon



Lent I ‘18—Wild beasts and angels
          Mark’s Gospel doesn’t waste any time on the story of Jesus’ temptation in the wilderness. While Matthew spends 13 verses telling the story and Luke uses 11 verses, Mark does the whole thing in two sentences: “And the Spirit immediately led him into the wilderness. He was in the wilderness forty days, tempted by Satan; and he was with the wild beasts and the angels waited on him.”
       End of story, Mark says, let’s move on….

          Well, you don’t get off that easy!  But I’ll be brief. Three points and three only: 1) What was the ‘wilderness’ where Jesus was led? 2) How are we to understand ‘temptation’? and 3) What’s the ‘wild beast’ and ‘angel’ thing about?
          First: the actual ‘wilderness’ in the gospel stories is almost certainly the desert lands that make up the whole of south-eastern Israel. It is a barren and desolate and dangerous place. Almost nothing people from Connecticut would recognize as ‘vegetation’ grows there but it does provide enough to sustain snakes, spiders and scorpions and enough food for small animals. The small animals provide enough food for the bigger animals and scavengers that eat them. A single human being can’t survive there for long—certainly not forty days….
          But what is more important is that as soon as Jesus is declared “the Beloved” by the voice from heaven, he is removed from his society and culture, from the necessities of life, from human contact. The “wilderness” is a lonely, empty, forbidding place—the natural habitat of dangerous creatures and evil spirits.
          Few of us can identify with a long sojourn in the desert—but I suspect a good percentage of us know about the “psychological and spiritual” wilderness. I suspect many of us have experienced that lonely, forbidding and empty place within us. Most of us have known the dark night of fear and despair. Most of us have been to that ‘wilderness’ sometime in our life. THAT PLACE, we know…

Secondly, the Greek word that is translated as “temptation” is “peirazein”. Peirazein does mean “to tempt”, but it also could mean “to try” or “to test”. You might notice that when we use the contemporary version of the Lord’s Prayer, we say “save us from the time of TRIAL” instead of ‘lead us not into TEMPTATION”--two different and equally legitimate translations of “peirazein”.  In fact, in one of the gospels that was left out of our Bible, Satan is called “The Angel of Testing”.
We tend to think that ‘temptation’ is uniformly ‘bad’. “Don’t tempt me,” we say when someone asks if we want a second helping of dessert. So we want to be saved from ‘temptation’. But being ‘tested’ is a way of measuring our competence is some skill and ‘facing trials’ is a way of building up our strength.
We live in a world that will give us temptations and trials and tests of our abilities. That is not always a bad thing.

Finally, what’s this about wild beasts and angels? You can take it literally, if you wish—as Mark certainly did. But one thing was almost as certain in Mark’s thinking—because Jesus was the Messiah, the Holy One of God, the ‘wild beasts’ were no threat to him. Throughout the Old Testament there are stories of wild things being positive aspects of life. Adam and Eve lived in peace with all the wild beasts. The lions didn’t hurt Daniel. The huge fish took Jonah where he was supposed to go.
And angels, well, I believe we are surrounded by ‘angels’ all the time—those who treat us kindly, those who help us heal, those who comfort us when we mourn, those who bring joy and meaning into our lives. They may be the people you love most—or they might just be total strangers—but if you listen closely you’ll always hear the distant rustle of wings….

Lent is our desert, our wilderness. It is the opportunity to wrestle with temptation, to ‘try’ ourselves by trying new things, to go into the dark and lonely places to be tested. But remember this: the Spirit leads us there and the angels AND the wild beasts will serve us well and we will never, no never be alone.   
         

Saturday, February 17, 2018

"You know?"

For the last 20 miles approaching the GW bridge on Saturday, we listened to an interview with some expert on immigration from NPR.

He would often say, "you know?" three times in a sentence. It was so annoying I almost hit the toll booth.

Half way across the bridge turned on an interview with a music historian. He said "you know?" in every other sentence and his interviewer started doing it too.

From there until the Connecticut line, about every person on NPR said "you know?' much more than anyone should ever say it.

It was a outbreak of you-know-?-virus.

I took a vow to never say, "you know?" again--though I don't think I say it more than once a week as it is.

You should stop too. You know?


Flabbergasted!!!

While we were in Baltimore, Thursday through Saturday, visiting Josh, Cathy and the Bradley girls, Emma (11) told me how she shared my blog with some friends of hers.

I was flabbergasted!

I didn't know she knew what a blog was or that I wrote one or that she ever read it or that she would tell her friends.

"My friend said," she told me, "'your grandfather really writes that? Cool!'"

"And I told her," Emma said, "'I know, totally cool....'"

I was so touched that for one of the few times in my life I didn't know what to say. So, I just thanked her profusely.

(I will now watch my language more carefully and be more careful about off-color things. She's my granddaughter, for goodness sake, I can't corrupt her!)


Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Going to Baltimore

Tomorrow Bern and I are going to Baltimore to see Josh, Cathy and the Bradley girls. Then, Saturday morning Mimi, Tim and Eleanor are coming down. Our little tribe.  So we'll spend the day with them and come home Saturday evening so I can do Lent I at St. James, Higganum.

Valentine's Day and Ash Wednesday--an odd combination.

These books I'm reading about the Ojibwa People gave me real material for my homily tonight. What Paul wrote in the 2 Corinthians (I know it's 'Second Corinthians', I'm not the President! Thank God for that. I'd make a mess of it but a much different mess that the current one) and what Jesus says in the Gospel for Ash Wednesday from Matthew, match up wondrously with Ojubwa wisdom.

Love is stronger than fear. What you do in secret is more powerful than what you do in public. Sharing is better than 'having'. Compassion and being in touch with the Great Mystery/God is what truly matters.

After I finish Krueger's books I may make a study of Native American Spirituality. What he says about it resonates powerfully with me--and Paul, and Matthew.

See you here in a few days.



Tuesday, February 13, 2018

I'm in love

Valentine's Day, right? Love, right?

Of course I love Bern, my wife of, come next September, 48 years. Can you believe it?

I was 23 and she was 20 and we had no idea what we were doing.....

I am still, I believe, the only non-Roman Catholic to marry into either side of her family. And she is, I believe, still the only Roman Catholic to marry into either side of my family. (Well, there was one of my Jones cousins but--this is true--they broke up in the limo to the reception. Go figure.)

On one level we were committed to stick together to 'stick it to' both our families who knew it wouldn't work. On a deeper level, love really can bridge any river....

But the love I'm talking about here is that I've fallen in love with a writer. His name is William Kent Krueger. I read his most recent novel a week or so ago and went to the library to see how many of his books they had. I found 6. I put them in chronological order and started with the earliest one. In two days I read two of them!

He writes about the O'Connor family in Tamarack County, Minnesota-- a place I can hardly imagine--in the North-East corner of the state, surrounded by lakes big and small and near the Canadian border.  Cork, the father is a Chicago cop, Sheriff of Tamarack County and then a Private Investigator. He has three children and they grow through the books. Cork is 1/4 Ojibwa Indian (what we probably think of as Chippewa) and there is a reservation in his county and his best friend is an Indian 'seer' so there is lots of Native American Spirituality in the books.

I simply love these books, though I don't think everyone would.

I've fallen in love with writer's before: J.D. Salinger was the first and hot on his heels was Kurt Vonnegut. Then Ursala LaGuin and J.R.R. Tolkien and George R.R. Martin. Then F. Scott Fitzgerald and others of his ilk. Recently  Louise Penny and Laura Lippman. I know I've left some out, but those stand out.

I don't think I can read anything else until I finish the ones I have by Krueger--they are complex and yet real and simple. Hard to explain.

Then I might have to find the ones the library didn't have and read those....

A labor of love, I assure you.

Check him out if you wish too.




Sunday, February 11, 2018

I just don't get Facebook

I just spent half-an-hour of time I could have been reading or playing Hearts on line looking at my Facebook page.

I haven't looked at it for a couple of months though I do click on anything my son puts there.

I just don't get it. People send things that I've either read about or seen on TV. They post pictures I don't know how to react to. The forward stuff I just don't get. I saw a picture of a friend I have at the gym. I don't need to know that. I saw pictures of the National Cathedral in DC--I've been there, I know what it looks like. Videos of dogs running through snow. Fun, but I don't care.

I guess that is what I feel about Facebook--I don't care!

I was on once before, years ago, when some people at St. John's thought I should be. I went on to look at it every few months or so and my reaction then was the same as now--I don't get it.

A picture of a friend at a U.Conn Women's BB game. So?

A picture of someone's car?

A video of  the President I've seen already?

Someone at a dinner?

A picture of someone's food?

This is to bring me closer to them?

I don't think so.

A call or having lunch would bring me closer to them--not Facebook.

The last time I got off took an hour or so. Zukerberg doesn't want you off.

The only reason I got on was because there was a video of one my sermons, which, by the way, I couldn't open.

Now, I'm thinking about getting off again, even though it will take about 200 clicks to do so.

I just don't understand. Maybe I'm too old or too grumpy.

It seems vain to me--though why I got back on was vanity of wanting to see my sermon. I rest my case.

Give me a call. Let's have lunch. Just quit cluttering up my email with notifications that you posted a new picture or updated your status (whatever the hell that means!)

Shalom and leave me alone, Facebook.

Thanks. Though I know you won't, Facebook.

Go get a face and read a book. Okay?


The Last Sunday after Epiphany

The last Sunday after Epiphany the Gospel lesson in the Episcopal Church is always one of the versions of the Transfiguration.

The Feast of the Transfiguration is on August 6 each year, but we also read that story on the Sunday before Ash Wednesday.

Here are some thoughts on Transfiguration I used as notes for my sermon today. It isn't the sermon itself since there were things I said about the story of Elijah and Elisha from Kings and told a funny story about 'rending your clothing' which Elisha did after the fiery chariot carried his mentor Elijah to God.

But I think I also said most of these words.

Happy Transfiguration Sunday!!!




TRANSFIGURATION
          JUST BEFORE THE LONG, LENTEN SOJOURN IN THE DESERT, WE GO WITH JESUS TO THE MOUNTAINTOP.

          IN THE BIBLE, GOD DWELLS ON MOUNTAINTOPS.

          MOSES MET GOD TO THE TOP OF MOUNT SINAI TO RECEIVE THE LAW AND HIS FACE SHOWN WITH SUCH RADIANCE NO ONE COULD LOOK ON ITS BRIGHTNESS.

          JESUS WENT TO THE MOUNTAIN TOP AND WAS TRANSFIGURED AS HE SPOKE WITH MOSES AND ELIJAH. JESUS’ VERY BEING WAS RADIANT AND BRIGHT.

          AT THE TRANSFIGURATION, PETER SUGGESTED THEY BUILD MONUMENTS AND STAY ON THE MOUNTAINTOP. AT THAT MOMENT THE CLOUD OF HOLINESS SURROUNDED THEM AND THEY WERE TERRIFIED.

          FOR ME—PERHAPS FOR YOU—I FIND MYSELF IN THE ‘CLOUD’ MORE OFTEN THAN ON THE MOUNTAINTOP.

          I FIND MYSELF IN THE ‘CLOUD’ OF CONFUSION AND THE ‘CLOUD’ OF DOUBT AND THE ‘CLOUD’ OF FEAR MORE OFTEN THAN I FIND MYSELF ON THE MOUNTAINTOP WITH GOD.

          BUT IT IS VITAL AND IMPORTANT TO REMEMBER THAT GOD SPOKE TO THE DISCIPLES FROM THE CLOUD. THE ‘CLOUDS’ OF LIFE ARE THE DWELLING PLACES OF GOD.

          WE MAY MEET GOD ON THE MOUNTAINTOPS OF LIFE. BUT IF YOU ARE ANYTHING LIKE ME, THERE ARE A LOT MORE CLOUDS THAN MOUNTAINTOPS.

          AND GOD IS THERE AS WELL. GOD IS IN THE CLOUDS AS WELL AS ON THE MOUNTAINTOPS. OUR ‘CALL’ IS TO SEE AND HEAR GOD WHEN THINGS GET CLOUDY AND OBSCURE.

          “WE CANNOT STAY HERE,” JESUS TOLD PETER. IT IS NO DIFFERENT FOR US.

          THE WORK WE HAVE TO DO IS ‘DOWN IN THE VALLEY’, WHERE THE PEOPLE LIVE. WE CANNOT STAY ON THE MOUNTAINTOPS OF LIFE.

          —I PRAY WE WILL EXPERIENCE SOME MOUNTAINTOPS WITH GOD.

          BUT EVEN MORE THAN THAT, I PRAY WE WILL LISTEN WITH OUR HEARTS FOR THE VOICE OF GOD IN THE CLOUDS OF LIFE. I PRAY WE WILL KNOW THAT GOD IS WITH US IN THE VALLEYS AND IN THE DARKNESS.

          AND MY GREATEST PRAYER IS THAT YOU WILL CONTINUE THE WORK GOD HAS GIVEN YOU TO DO—TO BE CHRIST’S BODY IN THE CONFUSION AND FEAR AND PAIN OF THIS WORLD.

          YOUR ‘WORK’—YOUR MINISTRY AND MISSION—IS ‘ON THE GROUND’ AND IN THE LOW PLACES. YOUR MINISTRY AND MISSION IS IN THE CLOUDY PLACES.

          THERE YOU WILL SERVE GOD.

          THERE YOU WILL FIND GOD AND BE TRANSFIGURED.

          THERE…IN THE CLOUDS OF LIFE…GOD WILL FIND YOU AND WILL LEAD YOU WITH HOLINESS AND LOVE….




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