Friday, April 13, 2018

history, as always, repeats and repeats and repeats...

As British, French and American missiles fall on Syria tonight, I have been reminded of a sermon from 15 years ago.

Thought I'd share it.




FEBRUARY 9, 2003
AN INTOLERABLE VUNERABILITY

          Today’s Gospel finds Jesus in Capernaum—going to the synagogue for prayers, visiting the home of Simon and Andrew, healing Simon’s mother-in-law and the townsfolk.
Capernaum was a village on the Sea of Galilee—a village of those who fished for a living. First century Capernaum has been largely excavated by archeologists. When I was in Capernaum several years ago, I sat amid the ruins of the synagogue St. Mark talks about and visited the site of what may have been Peter’s house. The synagogue was smaller than the chancel area of this church—nearly as long but only half as wide. And the foundation of what could have been Peter’s house was even smaller. The houses were built almost wall to wall and the streets of Capernaum were only about four feet wide. What struck me about the town was how small and close it must have felt—how tight and confining.
          The house was only one room. Peter’s mother-in-law must have been on a mattress of straw in one corner of the room. It would have only taken Jesus a step or two to cross to her and lift her up, healed of her fever. Jesus and the four disciples with him would have taken up much of the house while Peter’s mother-in-law prepared a meal for them. Living in that house would have been much like sleeping and eating and washing and talking in a space about the size of a modern-day kitchen—that tight, that crowded, that close.
          When we’re told that the whole city “was gathered around the door”, we need to picture people crowded into a space about the width of a narrow hallway, stretching away in both directions. If Jesus sat in the doorway of Peter’s house only a couple of people at a time could have stood in front of him. A crowded, tight space—but not too crowded for the broken to find wholeness, for the suffering to find relief, for those in pain to find relief. So Jesus touched and healed until darkness fell and all who sought him had found him.
          Its little wonder then that Jesus rose before dawn to go outside to a deserted place to get away from the confinement and narrowness of the day. He needed some space, some escape from how crowded and pressed upon he must have felt in Capernaum.
                                                *
          I was having a conversation with a friend and parishioner this week and the conversation turned, as most conversations these days do, to what may or may not happen in Iraq.  I was saying that I was surprised and confused by how the coming war seemed so inevitable and that most people seemed almost to take it for granted.
          My friend told she’d heard someone say that since September 11, 2001, Americans had been living with “an intolerable vulnerability.” The American people, after that terrorist attack, had—for the first time in recent history—felt so “vulnerable”, so unsafe, so exposed, so frightened that it has seemed unbearable—“intolerable” to us. An intolerable vulnerability….
          Since September 11, the US government has been granted wide latitude by the public for anything that claims it will reduce this “intolerable vulnerability” and make us feel somehow safer. With almost no opposition either within or outside the government, there has been serious, perhaps irreparable, erosion of civil liberties and constitutional guarantees.  All the government has needed to convince us to give away precious rights is to appeal to our fears, our vulnerability. We are promised that arrests without sufficient evidence, illegal searches and imprisonment without the due process are justified because we will be safe from terrorists. We are being “closed in” by our fears and vulnerability.
                                                          *
          Jesus escaped to the open places outside Capernaum while it was still dark. He went away from the crowds and the tightness and the confinement and close quarters so he could pray. But when his disciples came searching for him and found him, he returned to the people, to the crowds to proclaim his message—the message he was sent to bring.
          The Collect for today reminds us of Christ’s message. Set us free, O God, from the bondage of our sins, and give us the liberty of that abundant life you have made known to us in…Jesus Christ….
       Jesus’ message is the same today as it was in Capernaum. We are FREE from Sin and given the LIBERTY of Abundant Life.
          Freedom and Liberty are the enemies of fear and anxiety and that intolerable vulnerability. Abundant Life is life lived fully in spite of fear. Abundant Life is life lived with the courage and safety only God can give.
                                      *
          Personally, I question the morality of the coming war. I oppose it strongly. It is, in my mind at least, a war that will be waged, not out of a longing for justice and righteousness, but out of our intolerable vulnerability.
However, I also believe most of those who support military action in Iraq are convinced of the rightness of their point of view. Saddam Hussein IS a tyrant and a monster to his own people. But there is much that can be done to oppose and weaken him short of unleashing our nation’s military might. I believe we need to act out of courage rather than fear.
          We will be no safer after much blood has been spilled and Iraq is defeated. The damage that this coming war will wreck will inflame and embolden those who wish us harm.
          As a Christian, I feel I need to cling to “the liberty of that abundant life” Christ makes known.
          Abundant Life is life lived fully in spite of fear and danger. We cannot ever be safe. But all that is most precious and most real cannot be taken from us by violence and terror.
          In fact, I think there is freedom and liberty found in facing our feelings of vulnerability.  Vulnerability teaches us humility. Vulnerability opens us to possibilities beyond returning violence for violence. Vulnerability can give us access to transformation, to newness, to hope. Living an abundant life takes much more courage than dealing death.
          Perhaps the most troubling part of our current quandary is how inevitable the coming war seems. Even people who oppose military action in Iraq seem defeated. “It’s too late to do anything,” a friend told me about the coming war. “Too much is in motion,” he continued, “it’s simply too late….”
          The vulnerable people of Capernaum—those sick and weak and possessed of Fear—sought out Jesus. Their brokenness was intolerable to them, so they sought out Jesus. And Jesus offered them freedom from sin and fear—he offered them abundant life.
          He offers us no less.
Christ offers us that abundant life which empowers us to live courageously in spite of fear and danger, to live with hope and restraint and faith in a time of intolerable vulnerability. Christ offers us freedom and liberty, and it is never too late to seek him.
          It is never too late to seek peace—though our country’s leaders seem committed to a fight to give us the illusion of safety at the expense of our national honor and integrity. It is never too late to bring the Light of Christ to this fearful, darkling world.
          It is never too late to seek Christ and to seek peace….It is never too late….



The Rev. Dr. Jim Bradley
St. John’s on the Green
Waterbury, CT 06702


Arizona

I'm going to Arizona on Sunday to help lead a workshop.

I had a 45 minute layover in Phoenix once, on the way to California. But I didn't go outside.

Yesterday is was 90degrees in Phoenix.

The place I'm going is 'Carefree' Arizona--a conference center there.

Give me a break! Carefree?

Probably a retirement center for the state.

Carefree in my senior years.

Amazing!

It was in the 60's in CT today, so it won't be as much of a shock as it would have been last week, but still==90!

And I can't wear sandals in the workshop space.

I'll get a pedicure tomorrow all the less....


Wednesday, April 11, 2018

Almost Spring

Since it was 50 degrees today and will be warmer on Saturday, I found this Valentine's Day poem I wrote for Bern six years ago.




YOU ARE MY SPRING

Walking on the Canal today, Bela and I
were serenaded by dozens of birds.

Bela stopped twice to cock his head and listen.
I could not escape their songs.
My soul leaned toward Spring.

Perhaps they are back too soon
and will freeze in the February night.
But they were there this morning,
trying out their voices,
making music that sounded like April,
when we both were born.

Some winters, here in the Northeast,
test the will and Hope, itself.
Others, like this one,
tease us with their mildness.
Either way—Winter Comes.

And it is the Spring I lean toward, always,
no matter which winter rolls in.

Today, walking with a Puli dog,
listening to the misplaced choruses of birds,
I realized that I lean toward you
the way I lean toward Spring.

In all the Winter-times of my life,
I lean toward you.
You are my Spring,
my Hope, my Love.


The desert church

This is something I wrote years ago. It still applies, now more than ever.



          There is good news and bad news. And both are the same—we are living in the “post-Christian era”.  American culture used to be synonymous with a culturally agreed upon “Christian culture.” That is no longer true. In fact, the Christian church is marginalized in 2012. We live in a “multi-cultural” society. Christianity is no longer the norm. In fact, the Church is now and will be for some extended time, perhaps forever, a remnant in our society. Once again, as in the first and second centuries of the first millennium, we are a “pilgrim people”, the Church lives in the desert—on the edges of society, as a counter-culture.

          That is the bad news and the good news.

          It is “bad news” because it requires us, as the Church, to give up our arrogance and control of the culture. It is “good news” because it requires us, as the Church, to give up our arrogance and control of the culture.

          The GOOD NEWS and BAD NEWS are exactly the same.

                                                *

          The “desert church” motif is one I appreciate and embrace. The first rule of living in the desert is this: never carry anything you don’t need to survive.  So, here in the desert, the Church has the opportunity to lay down and cast aside much of the flotsam and jetsam that holds us back and pins us down. We have to be a “pilgrim people” who travel light.

          At a clergy conference years ago, one of the speakers talked about “the desert church”—the church of the new millennium and this post-Christian era. It is almost like being back in the days before the Council of Nicaea in 325 C. E. (If you had any doubt that we’re in the “post Christian era” notice how the politically correct—like me!—use “C. E.”, meaning “the Common Era”, for dates rather than the good-old “A. D.”,  anno Domini, meaning, “the year of our Lord.”) After 17 centuries of dominating and forming western culture, the church is back in the market place, competing with other faiths, other philosophies, other spiritual systems. It is an exciting and challenging time for the church. I honestly can’t think of a better time to be a Christian. We must live with urgency and passion. We must “travel light”.

We have a job to do.

Tuesday, April 10, 2018

"Just me talkin..."

Mostly, on 'low Sunday'--which is what Episcopalians call the Sunday after Easter since there seems to be an unwritten rule that it's OK to skip church that day--I talked about the Apostle Thomas.

But I did mention the remarkable lesson from Acts. I'll see if I can copy it here.

Acts 4:32-35
4:32 Now the whole group of those who believed were of one heart and soul, and no one claimed private ownership of any possessions, but everything they owned was held in common.
4:33 With great power the apostles gave their testimony to the resurrection of the Lord Jesus, and great grace was upon them all.
4:34 There was not a needy person among them, for as many as owned lands or houses sold them and brought the proceeds of what was sold.
4:35 They laid it at the apostles' feet, and it was distributed to each as any had need.

My Lord, I did it!!!

Maybe I'm not the total Anti-geek I think I am.

So, this is an account of how the first generation of the church lived. "all things in common" and "distributed to each as had any need",

Living in a country, I said, (paraphrasing myself) that has more than enough wealth to allow everyone to live in comfort, we live as two separate people--the 'haves' and the 'have nots'. If we were true to the faith we profess, we would be 'the whole group of those who believed were of one heart and one soul' and 'everything we owned would be held in common.'

And, the world would be transformed, I said.

And then I said, "spoken by a left-wing, leaning socialist. It's just me talkin'...."

I relayed what I said to a group of clergy and one lay person who meet most Tuesday mornings. Someone said, "You didn't say that!"

"Sure I did," I said, "and they laughed.

 And then Michael, who worked with me for several years at St. John's, Waterbury, said, "I sometimes use Jim's famous tag-line: it's just me talkin'....

It works, beloved. Saying, "it's just me talkin'...," takes the sting out of things I truly believe but don't want people to think I'm saying it's gospel truth.

Though I do believe that the earliest church was socialist. And I do believe we should be as a people.

Bern and I bring in well over $110K each year and we're retired. Both our children and their spouses bring in 3 or 4 times that much. Comfortable and more.

A mother with two children in CT, which has the 4th best welfare system in the country, with welfare payments, Medicaid, food stamps and other supplements, live on $38,000.

And in a land where there are billionaires a plenty, how is that right or fair or spiritual in any way? The Trumps and a single mother of 2 in CT. Think it through.

Tell me?

Just me talkin....

Left-wing and socialist-leaning for sure....

 


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