Sunday, December 5, 2021

Wrong gospel--making it work

I wrote the sermon that I gave today on the wrong gospel!

It's Advent II and the gospel was from Advent III.

So, I read the gospel from Advent III, telling the people what I'd done and asking them not to tell the Bishop!

(He knows I don't paint inside the lines or keep the rules, but I didn't want him to know this.)

After church there was a brunch at one of the members houses that was amazing. About 50 people (but the house is huge) and food you wouldn't believe.

So, all was well and all things that could be well were well.

I love the people at Trinity. Milton and hope to be with them for a long while.

We'll see....

 

Saturday, December 4, 2021

Sticker abuse

And I don't mean 'sticker price', I mean my bumper stickers!

In the last couple of days, someone tore off my long-lived Obama bumper sticker and put a LGB sticker over my Biden/Harris sticker.

"LGB" means "Let's go, Branden"--a phrase used by the extreme Right that means, in their minds--"F*** Joe Biden".

How bad has it gotten--how low have we fallen--that people are now de-facing stickers on other people's cars?

I've lived through a lot of turmoil--the 60's, the Vietnam war, Reagan and the past President (who I don't name in my blog!)--but I've never experienced anything like the current divide between the Right and the Left.

It is breath taking and very, very scary.

Somehow, someway, we need to come closer together.

Our democracy is at risk.

Our nation is at risk.

What can we do to return to a time of peaceful disagreement and a degree of unity over agreeing to disagree and live together as one people?

Whatever it is, we must do it.

Abusing stickers is only one step or two from abusing each  other in violent ways.

Wake up, Americans! We are on the road to ruin....

 

Friday, December 3, 2021

Sunday's sermon (don't read if you go to Trinity, Milton)

Advent 2, 2021

Suddenly, without warning, the Baptist appears from the wilderness.

       BAM! HERE COMES JOHN!

       Out of the desert, out of the smoldering embers of the Hope of the people of Israel, out of the fading memory of prophets long dead…suddenly, without warning—there is John….

       There was nothing new or unusual about baptism in Jewish practice. In fact, “ritual washing” was a part of every Jew’s daily life. Each time a devout Jew came in contact with any unclean thing, ritual washing was necessary. And since first century Israel was occupied by the foreign, Gentile Roman army the Jews could not avoid “unclean things”.  “Baptism” was necessary to wash away that uncleanness—that external and ritual stain of the Gentile world.

       BAM! John turned the washing inside out. His washing—his baptism—was for the forgiveness of sin. His water wasn’t to wash away the outer contamination—John came to wash away the inner darkness and death from the mind and heart and soul.

       And he came just as people were losing hope. It had been 400 years since a prophet had been heard in Israel. For four centuries there had been no VOICE heard in the land and none to answer the Prophet’s call.

       BAM!  After generations of emptiness, a Prophet came to Israel. After centuries of silence, a Prophet’s Voice was heard in the Land. He was Isaiah. He was Ezekiel. He was Elijah.

       Suddenly, without warning, John Baptist appears.

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       The common people streamed out to meet him. All those in Jerusalem and Judea who had longed for the Voice of a Prophet rushed to him to be baptized in the River Jordan. He was irresistible to them. He spoke powerfully into their listening. He called them to bare their souls and unburden their hearts. He called them to Forgiveness, to Grace, to the Love and Healing of God. The holy river’s waters flowed over them—restoring them, renewing them, giving them vitality and Life.

       So far, so good. But then some Pharisees and Sadducees showed up and things got ugly.

       “You brood of Vipers!” John raged at the Pharisees and Sadducees. “Who warned you to flee from the wrath to come?”

 

       This is what we must remember about the Pharisees and Sadducees—they weren’t bad people. In fact, the conventional wisdom of the Jewish world in the first century considered the Pharisees and Sadducees to be “good people.” The Pharisees and Sadducees devoutly studied the Torah, scrupulously obeyed the Laws of Moses and faithfully performed the rituals of their faith. The Pharisees and Sadducees talked the talk and walked the walk of Judaism. In ways too uncomfortable to reflect on deeply, the Pharisees and Sadducees were “the good Episcopalians”  of their day and time.

       They said their prayers, kept their pledge up to date, helped with parish functions and came regularly to services. Good “church folks”, as my Grandmother would have said—that’s what the Pharisees and Sadducees were. So what was it about them that so profoundly angered John the Baptist?

       This is what he said to them: Do not presume to say to yourselves, ‘We have Abraham as our ancestor’; for I tell you, God is able from these stones to raise up children for Abraham. 

       Here’s what I think John’s anger is all about….The Pharisees and Sadducees had decided that the “outward” and “visible” aspects of being faithful and following God were enough.  So, they said their prayers, kept their pledge up to date, helped with parish functions and came regularly to services—and they believed that was ENOUGH.

       John Baptist had other ideas.

       John came out of the wilderness to talk about the hearts and souls and minds of God’s people. John appeared, suddenly and without warning, to call us to more than “outward show”.  John came to suggest something audacious and astonishing.  John came to tell us WE NEED TO FALL IN LOVE WITH GOD.

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       Advent, it seems to me, is the season of romance between our souls and the Heart of God.  In the Christian year, it is Advent and not Spring that is the season of “falling in love”.

       And falling in love means you will do and be what your beloved needs and wants. And what God wants is for us to work for the downtrodden, lift up the poor, be advocates for those in need, care for the sick, feed the hungry, house the homeless, bring peace to those at war, care for the un-cared for.

       This Advent, this time of waiting and longing and wishing and hoping for the Christ Child, consider this: how deeply are you in love with God and how completely are you “doing the work of God in this world”?

       That is your Advent pondering in this time of waiting and longing and sitting in silence when the world around you is full of noise.

       I pray for you as you ponder.

       And I ask you to pray for me as well.

Amen.

      

Why I haven't posted

I haven't posted since Sunday because on Monday I went to the ER and have been in the hospital until late afternoon yesterday.

I'll spare you the details but I had blood where it shouldn't be.

I felt fine.

No pain and no discomfort.

Just some, as yet unexplained blood.

Lots of tests. Liquid diet. Cameras inserted high and low. No definitive diagnosis.

Symptoms gone.

Have you ever been in a hospital for four days and three nights while you felt fine?

I read two long books and watched more TV than I have in years.

I wandered the halls for exercise and was glad I was in the wing I was because people were yelling from bed in the other.

I got to know all the nurses and nursing assistants quite well. One nurse where I was before and after a procedure that had me put to sleep was the daughter of a couple in my last full time church. We had a great talk before I was drugged and after I woke up.

Many of those who served me told me I was their 'favorite patient'.

I guess nursing someone who feels fine is easier than nursing people who are sick and in pain.

But I'm home now--with a couple of follow up visit in the near future--and ready to write to you, my friends, about stuff other than my 'feeling fine' hospital stay.

 

Sunday, November 28, 2021

First snow

 It snowed this morning in Cheshire.

First snow of the year.

Not much, just a dusting, nothing to measure.

But it means that winter is here.

I hate winter!

I love the rest of the year.

Spring, when things come to life.

Summer and the heat.

I love the heat.

People say, "hot enough for you?"

And I always answer, "no, not nearly!"

And fall, with cool nights, good for sleep, and warmer days, great to be outside.

But winter?

Not for me.

Bring it on.

I'll survive.


I Haven't written much

I haven't written much over the Thanksgiving week.

My mind was on other things.

But I did hear about the report of a think tank is Stockholm, Sweden called International Institute for Democracy, that gave the US a rating of  'democratic backsliding'!

In the Pilgrim Holiness Church of my early childhood, "backsliding" meant people who were "saved" were losing that level and 'backsliding' into sinfulness.

Given the events of the last President (he who will not be named here) and what's happened to our unity since Biden was elected, this is no surprise.

The 'big lie' about the election still resonates with a sizable amount of the population.

The Anti-Vaccine movement flies in the face of science and common sense. Even though 'their president' and all at Fox News are vaccinated!!!

The Republican party is full of people in Congress who call Muslims 'terrorists' and put out videos about killing AOC.

Democracy in the US is, I repeat IS IN DANGER.

We must do whatever we can to restore sanity in our country.

Biden is trying, but people not taking the vaccine and inflation caused by world shipping issues, aren't helping him.

Pitch in!

Defend Democracy at all cost--ALL COST!!!

Please....

 


 

Saturday, November 27, 2021

It's over

My favorite holiday is over and done for a year.

Mimi and Eleanor left this afternoon for upstate New York where they've lived during Covid.

Most of the turkey is gone, but some dressing and gravy remain.

Probably to be thrown out soon.

I love kids and grandchildren being here--but the refrigerator gets so full I can't handle it and our orderly home gets disordered.

So, as much as I love it, I also love Bern and me getting back to our orderly, ordinary life.

But I have much to be thankful for.

Much!

MUCH!!!

Hope you do too....

 

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some ponderings by an aging white man who is an Episcopal priest in Connecticut. Now retired but still working and still wondering what it all means...all of it.