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  • Listen in to the sermon from Ms. Anne Alexis Harra for The Third Sunday after Pentecost, June 26, 2022.

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    Today's readings are:
    1 Kings 19:15-16,19-21 Psalm 16 Galatians 5:1,13-25 Luke 9:51-62Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net: https://lectionarypage.net/
    Sermon text:

    It is a remarkable honor to meditate on the Words of Life with you this morning, which admittedly feels rather heavy. I originally was on the schedule to preach next week - on Wednesday afternoon, Pastor Jim asked if I might switch to this week. Little did I know. Shaping these words to you, my Beloved St. Martin's, a community in transition and one that is feeling a tremendous weight, is an outstanding gift. I am honored.

    A great injustice was done on Friday, the exact type against which Paul warns in the passage from Galatians. The freedoms of powerful people were used as an opportunity for self-indulgence, to abuse the name of religious freedom and to strip away the dignity and bodily autonomy of women.

    After the news broke on Friday I found myself in the midst of a crisis of faith. Finding the words to say to myself, let alone to a congregation already shouldering so much, was almost impossible. Around 7:30 last night with tears in my eyes I angrily said to my far-too-patient partner, "I have no words. This pain is too much. I don't know where God is, and I don't know what the future will bring." My sweet Cole said to me, "Preach what's on your heart. You'll find the words."

    I feel like I resonate most with the words of the Psalmist this morning, who opened the psalm with a plea to God for protection during turbulence in Israel. The Psalmist reiterates that it is God who is her only good; with God's presence near her, she will not fall. Let us take those words with us this week to hopefully lighten our burdens.

    I fear we are staring down a long road of anguish and factionizing. St. Paul had this same concern for the Church in Galatia, a portion of whose Letter we read this morning. Despite having brought the Good News of God in Christ to Galatia, Paul was concerned about its factionizing. The Galatians were factionizing and dividing amongst themselves over the interpretation of the law. The Judaic faction of Galatia was adamant that Christian converts should practice Mosaic law, even going so far as to demand that these converts receive circumcision. Paul does not mince words when he warns the Galatians not to trade one form of subjugation for another. Subjugation of any body based on former law infringes on everybody's freedom. It drives us apart, and it pulls us away from God.

    This passage from Galatians today reminds us that our freedom does not come from us, but from the Love of God in Christ, the same Christ who willingly set out on a journey from Galilee to Jerusalem to meet his fate on the cross. True religious freedom comes from Christ and begets the Fruits of the Spirit: joy, patience, gentleness, faithfulness. It does not harm another for righteousness' sake. Instead, we are coming face to face with profoundly gross misinterpretations of religious freedom, the kind which keep us stuck in the past and unable to move forward in our journey towards the Dominion of God.

    In the gospel, Luke illustrates a strange encounter with Jesus, but highlights a harsh truth: The freedom that comes from following Christ involves sacrificing what we once thought was best. At the end of the gospel, we hear a peculiar dialogue between Jesus and one potential follower. The man wants to follow Jesus but asks to offer his family farewell, first. Jesus does not hold back: "No one who puts a hand to the plow and looks back is fit for the Kingdom of God." These words would have been bizarre to anyone in ancient times because the "plowing norm" involved the person operating the plow looking backwards routinely to ensure that the rows were straight. In his response to the man, Jesus lets us know that constantly looking backwards is not the way to live into the Dominion of God. The old ways must make way for the new.

    I stand before you this morning as a young woman, a hopeful future priest, and a child of God who has grave concerns that a few people with an excess of power are distorting the Scriptures, are appropriating Christian images for political gain, and are taking us backwards - away from the Dominion of God. The Dominion of God is one filled with dignity, mercy, justice, compassion, and its goodness knows no bounds. We can achieve this state, but we must look forward in order to do so. We are called to protect the vulnerable. We are called to life in the Spirit. We are called to freedom in Christ. We are called to fulfill the New Commandment: You shall love your neighbor as yourself.

    Moving into the coming days and weeks, I pray that we journey forward with the same bravery and conviction for justice that our Savior demonstrated for us. Despite the agony in my heart, I have hope in the ancient words of the Psalmist: "I have set God always before me; because God is at my right hand I shall not fall. My heart, therefore, is glad, and my spirit rejoices; my body also shall rest in hope. For God will not abandon me to the grave, nor let God's holy ones see the Pit."

    Friends, God will not let God's holy ones see the Pit. God dwells among us. God is sustaining us right now and beckoning us forward. In this time of profound pain and confusion, we have an opportunity to set God before us, and heed Christ's call to move forward into freedom. For freedom in Christ has - and will continue to - set us free. We will stand firm. And we will not again submit to a yoke of slavery. Amen.
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  • Hear from the Rev. Dr. Nora Johnson preaching for our Pride Evensong service.


    Today's readings are:
    Psalm 150
    Romans 12:9-18
    Matthew 5:1-12
    From the Gospel of Matthew this evening we have been given the beatitudes from the great Sermon on the Mount. I love the Sermon on the Mount. Everybody loves the Sermon on the Mount. In fact, if we aren't careful, many of us have heard the Sermon so many times that it can almost sound like an abstract checklist to us: blessed are the poor in spirit, blessed are the meek, blessed are the persecuted. It can sound like we are hearing a set of policy statements by Jesus, or a set of ideas, or worse yet hearing a politician's list of talking points.


    Sometimes, to escape that deadening familiarity, I like to try to imagine what it must have felt like for Jesus to look out at those who were listening to him speak, and what it must have felt like for them to listen to him and meet his eye. Catching the eye of Jesus as he says "Blessed are those who mourn" is just a fundamentally different experience than hearing Jesus's abstract ideas about mourning or about seeking righteousness.


    To be in that group around Jesus listening, with the disciples or with the crowd from which he has just come, is to have, I think, a deep experience of one's own blessedness. And I have to believe that Jesus spoke these words not to make an impression on his disciples, not to teach someone a lesson, but because he was moved by the grace and the beauty of those people he loved. In their awkwardness and in their folly and in their hunger, he loved them. He spoke from his heart. He didn't so much explain to them that they were blessed. He blessed them deeply in that moment.


    It seems possible to me, too, that Jesus was moved to narrate his own experience here as one who was himself outcast and downtrodden. I think he saw himself in the eyes of the poor and the lowly. He told us that if we were looking for him, that's where we would find him. So we could think of the beatitudes as a kind of homecoming for Jesus, a moment in which he himself is resting in love, at rest right in the place where he belongs. You are blessed, he says to them, and in that moment he is one with them just as he is one with God. I can almost imagine that this moment of homecoming and belonging gave him a vast sense of patience. His vision of us from high on that mountain is maybe part of what allows him to let us be who we are, let us take our time coming to him. He sees the blessedness we can't begin yet to express ourselves.


    It's a paradox, but probably not an accident, that the ways of being that Jesus describes in this sermon on the mount can be ways of getting cut off from other people. Poverty of spirit, like physical poverty, can make you excluded from systems of justice, isolated in grief, everyone around you speaking evil of you and persecuting you for no reason. Or you are forgotten: too meek to push your way to the front of the line, looking to make peace where all is war and destruction and peace is just a laughable afterthought, dismissed from the beginning as a peacemaker. Trying to practice mercy in a merciless environment. What friends do you have? Jesus recognizes himself I think in this awful isolation. that threatens us at every moment.


    There he is, the very love of God incarnate, one day to be executed like a criminal and abandoned by his friends. Jesus knows about isolation and exile, and he knows that there is a particular beauty, a particular healing, in looking into the eyes of the poor and the meek and those who long for justice, and being one with them. Knowing that in his gaze they are one with God, that he is the meeting place between human frailty and divine life.


    The awful isolation to which we willingly subject an outsider is just swept away in his loving gaze. The doors open and the walls come tumbling down.


    Now that loving gaze that we feel coming from Jesus is also the gaze of the church if we are really being the church. That knowing look of union is the church's work. It's one way to describe what the sacraments and the word of God and the life of the church are all doing: they are teaching the world its blessedness in the eyes of God. The church is gazing on all who suffer, on all who are cast out, with the eyes of Jesus, teaching all of us our blessedness, our beauty, our pride.


    That's the work of the church. Sadly, there are at least two things we know about this work of the church, we in the LGBTQ+ community. One: we know that the church is shockingly broken, shockingly unable to show us our beauty. Yes, the Episcopal Church has, after a lengthy controversy, and with some wonderful leadership, come around to a place of witness, and we can be grateful for that and for the good work of other denominations. It feels so good to gather like this.


    But it has to be said that as a whole church, as Christians, as the body of Christ throughout the world, as the historical bearers of the word and the sacraments, we are still much more apt to trample on a queer or transgender kid than we are to mirror their great beauty. We still represent a faith that doesn't want to see itself in that particular form of lowliness. It would be so much easier for the average Christian to imagine that a young transgender person doesn't exist than to look and see ourselves in them. And a certain number of Christians will go to great lengthas to make it clear that transgender kids need not exist. Christians are still refusing that vision. Or worse, Christians are deliberately and often cynically targeting the queer and trans communities for persecution.


    So that's the first thing we know in our communities: how the Church is broken. The second thing we know is that as queer, non-binary, bisexual, transgender, lesbian, gay, and allied people we are and have long been a powerful force that calls the Church simply to become itself. We are here, we have argued, we are queer, we are fabulous. We are much more than a subgroup or the latest in a long line of "issues" to be faced. We are not a theological dispute.


    We are a mirror in which Jesus sees himself reflected. Who needs to be more beautiful than that? Jesus sees himself in our vulnerability, in our growing fear of isolation and persecution. Whenever we are targeted Jesus sees himself. When we mourn, when we thirst for justice. When jobs and relationships and wedding cakes and safe housing and acknowledgement in the classroom and basic human respect are unavailable to us because we are just too queer. In those times--and yes, those times are now--in those times we are bright reflections of the blessed face of Jesus. And if the church wants to know Jesus, the church needs to know us. Never forget it: if the church wants to be the church it must know you.


    Of course the sorrow of missing out on that wonderful exchange of blessing doesn't stop with just us and Jesus. We know that it's not just us. We know that there are injuries from wealth and poverty and colonialism, harm done by categories of race and ability, forms of brutal discrimination all around and also everywhere within our own communities--intersecting and overlapping and sometimes competing ways that we just refuse to see Jesus where he sees himself. And yes, we know about the violence in our streets and the rot in our government and the constant dread about the future.

    But on a day like this, when we can gather in pride and love, when we can hear ourselves described as blessed and we can believe it for a moment, when St. Martin's throws its doors open and declares that you and I belong here--that's when we know that we have a powerful gift to share with the church and with the world.


    That look of love that Jesus casts on us, knowing that look, is something we have to offer to other Christians. To come here today to celebrate our pride by praising God with prayer and music and community is to start some very good work in the world. We are here together this evening learning how to do the work of the church, how to turn to the world like Jesus does, how to catch the eye of the one who needs to be seen, how to recognize Jesus in that one, and how to say it over and over in a loving exchange:


    Blessed are you.


    Blessed are you.


    Blessed are you.


    Amen.


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  • Listen in to the sermon from the Rev. James H. Littrell for the Day of Pentecost, June 5, 2022.

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    Today's readings are:
    Acts 2:1-21 Romans 8:14-17 John 14:8-17, (25-27) Psalm 104:25-35, 37Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net: https://lectionarypage.net/
    Once upon a time, there was an old (ish) retired (sort of) gay (totally) Episcopal priest who arrived, suddenly and quite unexpectedly, at a lovely--idyllic even--Episcopal church sitting in a lovely swath of greenery almost at the apex of the tallest hill in a great and ancient city (ancient by American standards anyway) in a part of the world, relatively temperate and plentifully watered, not too far but far enough from a great ocean, for millennia populated by a great variety of more or less indigenous people, most recently people who called themselves Lenape, and more recently (in human time) settled by a strange group of humans who had crossed that self-same ocean, at some risk to life and limb and, in some cases, fortune. In varying degrees, these new people had left their homes far away in search of, variously, better lives, fuller liberty, greater opportunity and perhaps fortune. Sailing up a great river from the ocean, they eventually landed and began to settle in, made rough homes, dug rough passages from pathways, and then rough streets and roads from these passages, traversed a tributary of the great river, crossed the peninsula created by the two rivers. Therein they made plans for and executed a city of sorts, a city of square parks, interlaced by parallel and perpendicular streets named for lovely green trees. Many of these people were members of a new religious society, a people who styled themselves Friends and who claimed to come in peace, seeking harmony with all God's holy creation and all God's creatures. Indeed, right behind me in that window back there, as many of you know, is one notion of the leader of that first settling society. William Penn his name was, and up there he is smoking a pipe of peace with his new Lenape neighbors, a pipe, he and his Society said, was of peace and brotherly love. That, in fact, is what he named the city: Philadelphia.

    Like most human aspirations to perfection, the city fairly quickly fell short of its own expressed values. Faith and commerce held hands, and, yes, Indian wrestled, until Friend's quest for a city based in and living out the loving values it espoused, collapsed under the sheer power of the vast commercial enterprises that inevitably unfolded in the land. So rich was it in abundance and resource that the urge to commerce and the concomitant necessity of ordinance to safeguard the engines of that commerce, and the power necessary to maintain order and law, all combined and simply vanquished the initial impulse to be a city of mutual love, based in the God of love and the love of God.

    Time passed. The great city grew and grew and grew. The indigenous people, mutual friends though Friends may have wanted them to be, withered and perished under the onslaught of commerce and trade. There arrived others, too, non-Friends, seizing the handles of burgeoning wealth and opportunity with very little aspiration to brotherly or sisterly love as foundational in their actual lives. Some of the early Friends and then, in greater numbers, the people who arrived a little later, came to the growing city with other dark-hued humans from Africa, humans who were nonetheless numbered and registered right along with sheep and goats and cows and horses as property and as chattel. They too were harnessed, quite literally, to the great engines of commerce.

    The city grew yet larger. A great war came with the great king across the ocean who thought the land and commerce and a portion of all its proceeds belonged to him. The war was fought in the name of many things, most often liberty and freedom from foreign oppression. Some said, though, that it was a war mainly about who benefited from the great abundance of the new country and from its growing wealth. The new city and country won the war, but freedom did not come to many, and certainly not to the enslaved humans of the city, who continued to help empower the great civic enterprise for yet quite a long time, even, in one way or another, right up to right now. One of them, or someone's idea of one of them, a kneeling child, is also pictured in that window behind me, and if you haven't looked, you perhaps should. I was shown it yesterday, and it quite literally took my breath away. Thank God for the Holy Spirit and its flames of fire!

    But back to the city. The city, fueled by a continuing and abundant and growing supply of raw materials and resources arriving from every corner of the known world, continued to grow apace, and a marvelous thing happened: a steam powered engine was invented and before long there arrived in the newly uniting states (though not united until after yet another ferocious war) a thing called a railroad, vast engines and great carrier trolleys ran on steel tracks, enormous and efficient, and the spokes of this vast new thing drove out from every city in the new country into the places around and far beyond them, harvesting ever more of the abundance, and eviscerating almost every single indigenous person who stood in the way of these mighty wheels and the freight they carried.

    Philadelphia was no exception. In fact, as many of you may know, the greatest railroad and the largest corporation in the world in its time was born and sustained right here, for almost a century. At the same time, some of those visionary and creative Philadelphians imagined whole new communities linked to the heart of the great city by rail, places where the makers and beneficiaries of commerce could once again have their homes and enjoy their leisure in green and pleasant environs, up in the forested hills and across the rivers' tributaries, high above but convenient to the business of the now thriving but also very very dirty city. Churches were built in these new communities, indeed purposefully built, because churches, and especially Episcopal churches--and in the case of this particular community--not one but two Episcopal churches--churches were deemed essential in the making and preservation of an ordered and peaceful, green and pleasant and prosperous community. And thus was made the still very green and pleasant community and the church embedded in it, into which the old (ish) priest, sort of retired priest, very gay priest, unexpectedly arrived one day in May in the year 2022, 330 years after William Penn, of the Society of Friends (whom the Episcopalians and others called jeeringly Quakers because of their spirit-filled quaking manner of fervid religious speech while they gathered for worship in their Meeting houses) founded the city of Philadelphia. 330 years later.

    The priest was happy, he found, to be called so suddenly out of his pandemic induced retirement (for there had indeed been, indeed still was, a terrible global pandemic, in which millions and millions of humans had and were still dying). He felt relatively safe, being shot full of a new miraculous vaccine and tucked mostly safe behind a good mask, and he was delighted - delighted - to be amongst the people of the community, whom he found to be, in his early days with them, generous of spirit, moderately adventurous, deeply concerned for the fabric and program and spiritual enterprise of their community, and mostly confident in its future.

    And so this old priest, who had arrived in this idyllic place quite soon after not one, not two, but three resident priests, all of long standing, had moved on to other callings, one after another, the latest departure having been the senior priest, began to try together to gather themselves up in the bonds of God's love in these early days. And the old priest and the community of God's love at St. Martin's, after a minute or two of mutual sizing one another up, began gingerly and, at least in the priest's case, tenderly, to try to discern together a path into the future to which they were together called.

    And for the old(ish) priest, the enterprise was experienced almost completely as joy, even though in those early days were full of tragedy in the community and in the nation. He was so glad to be again among loving and caring and completely imperfect human beings again. He rejoiced to himself and to his beloved Louis, his companion for lo the last 43 years, who pronounced to the priest that he seemed happy again, which made him, Louis, happy too.

    And the newly arrived old(ish) priest, whose name was Jim and who people mostly called Fr. Jim began to have many wonderfully enriching and enlightening conversations, some of them delving deep into his new parishioner's lives, some hinting at riches yet to come, one conversant even going so far as to thank him for his own imperfections, or, as that person styled them, for his slight bumbling, which they said gave them and the whole community permission to be a little less than perfect too. And that, in this community where so much perfection was often expected and even demanded, and which perhaps too often had little tolerance for the bumble, it seemed, was a little bit of grace. The old(ish) priest, anyway, had long since given up most of his aspirations to perfection and was working hard at just being an honest and helpful and competent priest and pastor as much as he could be in this slightly fraught time. So he thought a little bumbling was fine, and even if it wasn't fine, it was, as they say, what it was; and he was who he was.

    And then there came a day, it was the day before the great Feast of Pentecost: Pentecost, when all the people of God in Christ in all the whole world were to celebrate in thousands of ways and hundreds of tongues, the day long ago when, in a rush as of a violent wind and with tongues as of fire, the Divine Spirit was made manifest and palpable in the human community. The Day of Pentecost, when people of every language and across every single diverse shape and manifestation of humankind, came to know that all things could become new, and ancient hurts dissolved, and resolved, and visions for the future seen and then made real, and dreams dreamed into life, when united in God's powerful love and filled with God's mighty Breath, and lit up by the Fire of Christ's love, when faithful but a little bit bewildered people became drunk on the sheer magnificence of God's glory, and began to learn again the truth of Jesus' promised Peace and the urgency of Jesus' call to do the actual work of Love. And in the doing, to find God's Peace, the Peace, the Blessed Assurance, that every now and then, abolishes the troubled heart and the fearful soul.

    So it was that day, on the eve of Pentecost, when the old (ish) priest sat out there beside the columbarium on a bench surrounded by sage and boxwood for a conversation with another parishioner. And as they delved deeper into the talking, and as they did, the old priest's companion on the bench, rather suddenly reached toward the priest's neck, surprising the old man a little, and then asked if he could take something off the priest's collar. "I think it might be a tick," he said, and Father Jim said in response, "Definitely! Have at it!" And it was a tick indeed, and then shortly there appeared another on Father's neck just above the collar, and then another on his sleeve, and then he felt a little creepy crawl up the back of his neck--another tick! And his companion said, "Yep, ticks in the boxwood. Ticks like it in the boxwood." "Is that so," said the old priest, rejoicing - rejoicing - that he had yet again learned a new thing, and suggesting they move quickly away from the boxwood, which is what they did.

    So this is a parable. In seminary school they teach you that parables have just one main point.

    At the risk of insulting your considerable intelligences, let me suggest to you that you think as I did about the history of that boxwood, and of this green and pleasant place, and its ancient boxwood smell, the smell, for me, of old coastal towns in the south, the smell of English gardens, the smell of all that history that brings us to this day, which is in fact Pentecost. And then remember, as all that history, often wondrous and often terrible and frequently painful and, here in this place especially, seeming almost idyllic in its outcomes, all that history unfolds in your minds, to call to mind the ticks that lurk in the boxwood, happily awaiting your company.

    Pentecost calls us toward unity of spirit, toward living more fully into God's compassion, toward being honest and reconciling and forgiving people, toward fuller and more open hearts and lives, and yes, pocketbooks, and most of all, into the activity which is God's love, not as children unaware, but as fully forming humans, never forgetting that there be ticks in the boxwood, that imperfection is our most perfect state, and that bumbling but fiery Love is the best love of all.

    Amen.


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  • Listen in to the sermon from the Rev. David Potter for the Last Sunday of Easter, May 29, 2022.Support the worship and ministry of St. Martin's by giving online: stmartinec.org/giveToday's readings are:Acts 16:16-34Revelation 22:12-14,16-17,20-21John 17:20-26Psalm 97Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net: https://lectionarypage.net/Where do we go from here?

    The Rev. David Potter

    May 29, 2022

    On this Ascension Sunday, we commemorate the earthly departure of Jesus with these words. And through them, the Church is called to unity.

    This prayer Jesus offers anticipates and responds to a question which will no doubt later surface for Jesus' followers: "Where do we go from here?"

    Throughout this past week, this same question has continually rumbled around in my own thoughts and prayers. And after completing seminary just last weekend, it is especially relevant. For myself and any others in this graduation season, what comes next is often a question posed to us--just as much as it is a question and discern we ask of ourselves.

    And surely this same wondering is present here in this community at St. Martin-in the-Fields. Uncertainty is inherent in any search process for new clergy, to say the least.

    But, still even more widely, in light of over two years of pandemic concerns and restrictions, especially now as they begin to ease, this question seemingly lingers everywhere. Where do we go from here?

    We are in transition. A world lies behind us which is no more--and the world before us remains unknown. Now, living through these times of change like these is far from easy. At times it may even feel like simply too much.

    The tension between what has been and what will be can feel like chaos. And in this place, I often find myself searching for some reassurance of stability--for some anchor to hold on.

    So, for those carrying burdens here in this place this morning, receive this as permission to come as you are. In these brief moments, may we all know and may we remind ourselves that we hold these burdens with and for one another.

    "That they all may be one." In a moment of tremendous transition, Jesus prays these words. In the remaining instruction of his earthly ministry, his desire for the disciples, for his followers, becomes abundantly clear:

    that they know they are loved,

    that they love one another,

    and that through them the world might come to know love.

    Soon the disciples will no longer have Jesus with them--and they will face many challenges and much unknown. And it is in this context with great obstacles to loving one another, that Jesus admonishes his followers toward unity.

    This kind of unity is a discipline to which he knows they will need to return over and over again--because apart from a resilient commitment to one another, the heavy burdens they carry will simply be too much to bear.

    This kind of unity is no simple feel-good-warm-and-fuzzy feeling. And neither is it a demand for uniformity within the disciples. Rather, what Jesus calls them to, and calls the church to, is something essential to both their individual and their common wellbeing.

    Now, I admit, in these polarizing times, my initial impulse is not always toward becoming "completely one" with those I disagree with. Perhaps this is something you can relate to. Because cultivating unity across the broad chasms of ideological and political difference can often seem futile and quite naive.

    And when great potential for harm exists by remaining in relationship with others, especially with others who may not affirm our right to exist, appealing to unity can be quite dangerous.

    In this past week, yet another mass shooting has claimed the lives of innocent children. This time at an elementary school in Uvalde, Texas--merely weeks after the deadly and racist shootings in Detroit and Buffalo.

    But in the numbing wake of senseless death and overwhelming grief, there are simply no adequate words... Where do we go from here?

    Unity is risky business. There is much at stake in all that divides us, and there is certainly no lack of issues that divide our society.

    As this all-too-common occurrence of gun violence becomes ever more increasingly politicized--it seems a deep groaning in my spirit is about all I can muster.

    A phrase from the poet Nayyirah Waheed reminds me though that it is important to "keep the rage tender." Stay tender in the sorrow, grief, and anger--because when God's image in persons is destroyed, becoming desensitized is spiritual death.

    The human tenderness required for unity is no easy task--and it would seem there are always obstacles and reasons to turn away from one another. But as James Baldwin writes, "One cannot deny the humanity of another without diminishing one's own." We need one another.

    In these greatly divided times uplifting the value of remaining in right-relationship with one another is neither easy nor is it very popular. And yet... the Gospel of Jesus Christ invites all persons into common kinship.

    We must remain tender, somehow or some way...

    We don't take on this task alone, though. While remaining in community with one another, walking hand in hand, we walk also with those who have gone before us. The Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. engages our present predicament in his seminal work entitled: Where Do We Go From Here: Chaos or Community?

    Two options are present before us. As we midwife this new world and new ways of being, we can either 1) become community or we can 2) descend into chaos. Dr. King offered this still-relevant diagnosis and prescription of our situation in 1967. Either we learn to love one another with shared dignity and belonging, or we will unravel in competitive attempts to preserve an ever-increasing scarcity of individual privileges and liberties.

    This same wisdom is shared by artists and prophets, visionaries and activists alike--along with anyone who has labored toward a vision of collective flourishing. And we know something in our tradition too: week after week in our liturgy we pray "Bless all whose lives are closely linked with ours..."

    All of human life is interwoven in a web of mutuality.

    The ability to know and have life in abundance ourselves is interdependent on each and every person's ability. If healing, wholeness, and joy are to be made complete in our lives, we must recognize it is inseparable from that of our neighbors.

    So, in this rising tide of polarization--of social transition and civic tension--where do we go from here?

    "Righteous Father," Jesus prays, "the world does not know you, but I know you... I made your name known to them, and I will make it known..."


    Guided by the upside-down logic of our common faith, we hold these claims:


    that enemies cannot be destroyed--but only transformed by love...

    that liberty preserved at the end of a gun's barrel is a false freedom...

    that salvation comes not by instruments of death--but through their subversion...


    When Jesus admonishes his followers toward common belonging like that love that is shared within the Trinity, he holds no illusions of calm, ideal circumstances.


    Rather, it is within the midst of many obstacles--and his appeal to unity is made on a foundation of a radical ethic of love - love for one's self, for one's neighbor, for God. Because it is only through deep abiding love that we can remain in relationship and become community.


    As we grasp for stability, it is this common faith in the Gospel of Jesus Christ which is and will be our anchor.


    So Beloveds,

    when we inevitably fail to dwell together in unity;

    when the yoke of faith feels anything but easy and light;

    when we are wearied and heavy laden:

    Know that we do not walk alone.


    Even in our weakness the Spirit of God, with sighs too deep for words, intercedes on our behalf, leading us into the way of salvation.


    So then, that we might become "completely one:"

    may our shared mourning and action and prayer through the Spirit empower us to become beloved community, and participate in the healing and salvation of this nation. Amen.


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  • Listen in to the sermon from the Rev. James H. Littrell for the Memorial of William Newbold, May 28, 2022.

    Today's readings are:
    Lamentations 3:22-26,31-33
    Romans 8:14-19,34-35,37-39
    John 14:1-6

    New Every Morning
    Fr. Jim Littrell
    May 28, 2022

    The writer of the Book of Lamentations, a little bit of which we just heard, says to us:

    "The steadfast love of God never ceases. God's mercies never come to an end. They are new every morning. Great is thy faithfulness!"

    And then Paul, writing to the first Christians in Rome, that great imperial capital, from jail, from his cell facing a terrible death, writes that nothing in all creation will be able to separate all those early Christians and himself from that same steadfast love of God. And John, in that Gospel I just read, assures us that God's domain, God's dominion, the space of God, is more spacious and open and welcoming than any of us can begin to imagine. Using the metaphor of a house, he speaks to us of its endless, endless capacity to take us in. It's endless capaciousness. The steadfast love of God is as vast and nurturing and loving and hugging and warm and safe as anything any of us can imagine, and then so much more than that.

    So I am here to tell you this terrible morning, when every heart in this room is fractured, is in so much pain, that your son, your brother, your grandson, your cousin, your nephew, your friend William Connor Newbold is right now, in this very heartbroken time, saying to us, with Jesus, "do not let your hearts be troubled. I am fine. God is holding me close. And you would not believe how wonderful that is." But, he begs us with God, "please do believe it!"

    Heartbreak is a real thing, Leslie mused to me in one of our conversations this week. It's a real thing. It actually hurts. And she's right. Hearts break, and hearts in this holy place this morning are broken. And I believe that into that fracture, that brokenness, God's steadfast love and God's infinite Light is pouring right now. I want to tell you two things about that.

    First, heartbreak is like any other human fracture. It hurts. And it will heal, in time, and especially - and this is really important - especially if it is nurtured by your love and care for one another in the days and months and years ahead. And second, also like a broken bone, your broken hearts will heal, but they will never be the same. There will always be a space in them where William was.

    What I want you to believe with me is that he is, right now, right here, in this room, working with God to mend your hearts. He and God want you to laugh again. They want you to play again. They want you to see the colors of the world bright again. And they want you to love and care for one another in this moment and in the time ahead.

    And, also, they know you will weep. And weep. And weep. They know how sad you are, and will be. And they love you and all your tears so much. And they say, God and William, that even your pain cannot separate you from God's endless love. God loves you always and in every condition, and God will wipe away the tears from your eyes.

    "And how do I know that?" William says to us. How do we know that William is now held in God's love? "Well, here's how," William says to you: "I know because all my tears and my sadness and my pain are gone. Gone. All my pain is gone."

    The steadfast love of God never ceases. God's mercies never come to an end. They are new every morning! They are new this morning.

    There is a hymn I like a lot and I want to share a little bit of it with you. It's by a composer of contemporary hymns named Brian Wren. It's a prayer hymn, of sorts, inviting us to bring the many names of God into our hearts: he invokes in the hymn the God of all the stories we tell,the parables we tell of our God, the God who is a mother to us, nurturing, ordering, and piloting and caring, the God who is a loving father to us, hugging every child, a God he calls (and I resonate with this a lot!), "old aching God, gray with endless care, glad of good surprises, wiser than despair." And then Wren names this God, who I think he means to be Jesus, but which brings me back to William: "Young, growing God, eager, on the move, saying no to falsehood and unkindness,...giving all you have." The hymn ends with a kind of summary of God's names: "Great loving God," Wren writes, "never fully known, joyful darkness far beyond our seeing, closer yet than breathing, everlasting home."

    And that is exactly where William is: far beyond our seeing, closer yet than breathing, he is right there in the everlasting home which is God's steadfast love, from which nothing, nothing in all creation can separate us. Nothing at all, not now, not ever.

    Now how do I know that all those names, that William's very self, is wrapped up in all the names of God, in God's compassionate arms? Well, I guess my 79 years have taught me that. But, also, as Leslie likes to say, and as I heard this morning, there are signs.

    I am, theologically, most of all a Christian mystic. And so yesterday, as I was getting ready to come up here to the church and meet with Leslie and Will, I was listening, as I often do, to the BBC's afternoon concert, which in the morning when I'm getting ready for the day is happening in the evening there, which is morning our time. And there I am brushing my teeth when I hear coming out of the speaker the most beautiful music I've heard in a really, really long time.

    It was so amazing it made me stop brushing my teeth and just stop and listen to this music. It's some kind of organ music. I listen and I think, "What is this?" I think I hear in it a little Bach, but then the music moves into this kind of deep, powerful minor key, a kind of lament. It sounds to me like a kind of cry, almost. The chord just deepens and deepens in this minor key and then, gradually, that cry resolves in music that I can only describe as pure splendor. "What is this???" The music ends. I listen and an announcer tells me that what I have just heard is a transcription and augmentation for organ of a chorale, sure enough, by Bach, from his Easter Cantata. And this chorale, and this piece, is called: "Weigen, Klagen, Sorgen, Zagen," which means pretty much, Weeping, Lament, Worry, Fear. And this glorious music in which all of that is contained, all of what we are in the middle of right now, all of our Wagen and our Klagen and our Sorgen and our Zagen, all our weeping and all our lamenting and all our worrying and all our fear - all of that music was composed by Franz Lizst in 1862 right after the tragic death of his daughter. And that music is about the deepest sorrow a human being can experience, your sorrow, and it's based on and set smack in the middle of an Easter chorale, a cantada about the Resurrection.

    Well. I did this thing, I stood there, struck, with a toothbrush in my hand. And then I took my finger and put it on the little red dot to push the stream back, and then I listened to this music all over again, and I thought this: that music came to me directly from the great God who lifts us out of death back into life, over and over and over and over again until we are healed, and who at the last, takes us into God's endless life and light. And that amazing music arrived in my life, kindness of a courier, a heavenly courier whose name is William Connor Newbold. I am certain of it.

    He is joined with God's merciful love. He knows our weeping and lamentation and our worry and our fear in exactly the same way as God does, because they are joined together. And together, because they are joined, they are with Jesus, who is all compassion, and they say together to us,

    "The steadfast love of God never ceases. God's mercies never come to an end. They are new every morning. Great is thy faithfulness!"

    Amen.
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  • Listen in to the sermon from the Rev. James H. Littrell for the Sixth Sunday of Easter, May 22, 2022.



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    Today's readings are:

    Acts 16:9-15

    Revelation 21:10, 22-22:5

    John 5:1-9

    Psalm 67

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    River

    Fr. Jim Littrell

    May 22, 2022

    Listen again and pray with me God's Word to and for us this morning:

    On the sabbath day, we went outside the gate by the river, where we supposed there a was a place of prayer. And women were there, talking and praying....And Lydia said, Come home and stay with us. And they said, No.no. We would not trouble you. But Lydia insisted, and so they went with her, to her home.

    Then the angel of God showed me the river of the water of life, bright as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and the Lamb through the middle of the street of the city...where there will be no more night; no need for light of lamp or sun, where God will be their light forever and ever.

    Now in Jerusalem by the Gate of the Sheep, there is a pool, called Bethesda, which means place of healing, which has five porticoes or entrances. In these lay many invalids: blind, lame, and paralyzed. One man, we are told, had been there for thirty-eight years. When Jesus saw him lying there and knew that he had been there a long time, he went over to him and said, "Do you want to be made well?" The sick man answered him, "Sir, I have no one to put me into the pool when the water is stirred up, and while I am crawling to the water, someone else gets ahead of me, and I just never get to the pool." Jesus said, "Come. Stand up. Take up your mat and walk." At once, we are told, the man was made well, took up his mat, and, haltingly we must imagine, began to walk. Now that day was the sabbath.

    I come to you this morning in the name of almighty God, whose insistent love wills us into being in every moment of our lives and in our deaths: in our endings, in our heartbreak and mourning, in our grief and sorrow, and, when the morning comes again for us, in our joy and in our gladness. May it be so. Amen.

    Good morning, friends.

    I am, as most of you know by now, Jim Littrell. I am a priest in the Episcopal church and I am really glad to be with St. Martin's this morning, to have been with you this last week, and, God and my new friend and boss and your Rector's Warden, Barbara Thomson willing, glad to be with you for the next few weeks, eight, to be exact. We're not quite sure what title I might have. "Supply priest" always sounds to me like something you order from Amazon to replenish the broom closet or restock the plates and cups in the kitchen.

    So I thought, no, that's not it. I thought I might call myself a bridge priest, albeit the very first bridge after a bridge goes out, a one-way, very temporary bridge where the light takes forever to change. And then after a while they lay down a second sturdier two-way temporary bridge and that bridge suffices for the time it takes for the parish to build a lasting bridge, and that bridge is built and it's a good solid bridge and it lasts for a long time. That doesn't quite do the naming job, but what I am titled is not very important, to me or to you. What's important is what I will try to be and do while I am with you in this limited time that really matters. And I think a large part of my job is to spend time with you as we are nurtured in the river of Light, as we gather and pray by the river of Life, and when either necessary or just desirable, to take a dip in the healing waters of the Bethesda pool.

    I love a good clean country river. I do. My partner, Louis and I seek them out. We have hiked for miles to get to a great swimming hole.

    And when I get to those swimming pools, I just plunge in and feel every single time like I've been washed in the blood of the everlasting Lamb that John the Visioner tells us about in the Book of Revelation, flowing from the place that Jarrett preached about last week, the new Jerusalem, the City of God--Alpha and Omega, beginning and end, and end and beginning, and beginning and end, and end and beginning.

    And, friends, it is exactly there, in that cool refreshing river, that all of us are gathered and held by God's love, made manifest in our love - our love for one another and our love for our community - held in place, John tells us, by the healing currents of the river of the water of life, bright as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and the Lamb through the middle of the street of the city. Right down St. Martin's Lane all the way to Broad Street. And there will be no more night.

    They--that is to say we, if do well the job of loving one another and the city of humanity through which that river flows, if we do that, then, John says, we will find ourselves all together, swimming in the water of life bright as crystal, where we need no light of lamp or sun, where God is and will be our light, forever and ever, Amen.

    What a vision! And especially what a vision in a hard human time, in a time in which endings are everywhere and often soul harrowing, in a world, as always, torn asunder by our amazing ability as humans to squander our capacity, our enormous capacity, to flow God's river, to flow God's light, to flow God's love into the world. We squander that gift--and sometimes suddenly, but more often, little by little, drip by drip--we turn our lives to those things that captivate us and that steal our souls, until all that's left us is a dry riverbed, a dead pool, and at the last, a dusty death.

    In times of uncertainty, in times of trauma, in times of flux, that danger lurks, like some medieval Satan waiting to light on our shoulder, whisper sweet nothings in our ear, and lead us, the beloved community, right smack into some kind of temptation.

    So today, the Word of God, the Love of God, the Light of God, does something else, says something else to all the creatures of darkness and despair and death, of confusion and uncertainty (and just as surely to our overconfidence and our subtle arrogance that we cannot be tempted because, after all, we know the way)--to all that, the Light of God says... well, says a couple of things I think.

    Says, I am in the midst of you, and that right early, and that right late, and that in all the time and space of all creation and all eternity: I, the God who am Light and Love, am in the midst of you. I AM. I have got you!

    Says, let's go down, let's go down to the river, to pray, and to frolic, and to be washed over and over again in crystal water, to have our tears and our sorrow and our grieving, and our broken hearts accepted as the gifts they are and taken into the great river of God's Love and Light. God says, Come on in! The water's fine!

    Says, take all the time you need, but stay with me, for in me is Time beyond Time, Light beyond Light, Life beyond Life. Stay with me. And I, you may be sure, will stay with you, always.

    Says, there will come a time, and even now may be, probably is for some of you, that time, when washed in my Light and held in my Love, you gather yourself, lie a while in this brilliant sun, dry off, and return to the paths that lead to the river and the pool. And there, there you will see, as Jesus, who is God, who is I AM, sees: the benighted, the poor, and the suffering, the halt, the lame, the invalids, the invalid, the don't matters, the never matters, they that live with despair in their hearts, and they that struggle through fields of all kinds of war and terror, bearing their children in their arms and their paralyzed ancients on their backs.

    And seeing them, you will speak my powerful word of Love and do my powerful work of Love, and with your hands and your hearts, and with all that you have, reach out to one trampled human being, and give them your hand, and space in your capacious heart, and you will raise them up, and carry their mat, and as they lean on you, you will lead them, at first haltingly and then ever more surely, and bear them with you back into the healing pool, into the crystal river of Light, into Being Well.

    For that, says God, I have called you to be my disciples.

    Now, I think, is the time, for a time, for all of us to go down to the river, to plunge ourselves, as individuals and perhaps more important, as a community beloved of God, to plunge ourselves into its healing pools, to pray and wash and wash and pray, and play and heal. And then, in God's infinite patient Time, embraced and held by God's passionate Love, and bathed in the crystal water of Life, then to say to just one other, for that is sufficient, to say with Lydia, come home, come stay with me. To say with Jesus, be well. Let me help you to the water of Life, the river of Light that flows through the middle of the city.

    And all will be well.

    Amen.





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  • Listen in to the sermon from the Rev. Jarrett Kerbel for the Fifth Sunday of Easter, May 15, 2022.

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    Today's readings are:
    Acts 11:1-18 Revelation 21:1-6 John 13:31-35 Psalm 148Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net: https://lectionarypage.net/
    Alpha and Omega

    The Rev. Jarrett Kerbel

    May 15, 2022

    Please join me in the spirit of prayer.

    Ever loving, ever faithful God, our alpha and omega, I give you thanks that in you we always have a new beginning, whatever our endings may be, that you are with us as we come and as we go. Lord God, continue to feed our souls from the wellspring of life so that we may serve you in courageous witness to the new Jerusalem to come. In Christ's name we pray. Amen.

    We gather around an ending today and my favorite story about endings concerns my own father. The last flight of my father (my father, as some of you know, was an airline pilot) - the last flight of a pilot is a very big deal. Dad worked, speaking of endings, for Trans World Airlines for 30 years and even as it crumbled beneath him his last flight was a celebration. In the airline industry this last flight is called a fini-flight and the capstone of it is the final landing.

    Pilots take great pride in landing (as opposed to the opposite). They take great pride in what they call painting a landing: getting just perfect that delicate balance of momentum, trajectory and gravity, to get that heavy plane to slide onto that runway. That shows the art and skill of a pilot. So, dad's last flight went from San Diego to St. Louis, then to New York LaGuardia.

    Air traffic control, under the influence of my sister who is an air traffic controller, gave him the best approach possible into LaGuardia right up the Hudson River. The night was cloudless, the dome of the sky was full of stars reflected in the inky dark of the Hudson River. Yes, the big 757 took a graceful left turn and there was the statue of liberty on the left and lower Manhattan on the right, the World Trade Center, then the Chrysler building, then the empire state building and the tartan plaid of white headlights and red taillights on the grid of the city. Then, riverside church on the right and then a big graceful right turn over the Bronx, and there was Yankee stadium, beautiful glowing under the lights straight ahead and beyond that the welcoming runway of LaGuardia all lined up, cockpit focused and quiet as they hummed through their procedures, dad in command in the left seat, the gear going down with that familiar foot, the runway fills the windshield right over the threshold onto the landing and BAM.


    Bam. Bounce. Bam. Waddle. Bam Shake. Luckily the masks didn't come down in front of us. And there I heard come from my dad's mouth the name of our Lord. The name of God came to his lips not as a prayer but as a swear, characteristic of him but then knowing him as well he chuckled, sighed deeply, and said "oh well."

    I hope I can land this last sermon. I hope I can land this fini-sermon with God on my lips as a prayer and not a swear.

    We gather around an ending today and in God's grace we know that God is as present in endings as God is in beginnings. God is just as present in endings as beginnings. God is alpha and omega, the beginning and the end. St. John the divine teaches us endings with God are full of promise, generativity, creativity, grace redemption, new life. As it was in the beginning, so shall it be in the end.

    Genesis begins our sacred story and Revelation ends it, not with a hard stop but with a new beginning. The New Jerusalem coming down from heaven, joining heaven and earth, finally healing that gap we've created with God, and oddly enough affirming human life in its most complex, diverse, battle-scarred, corruptible, historically burdened location in a city, and not just any city. Jerusalem. The city that kills the prophets all the day long, the city where Jesus was condemned and died, the great wounded city of God's heart, for me reappearing here much like Jesus appears with his wounds intact in the resurrection.

    God's project continues not in a new garden of innocence, naivete and childlikeness, but in an old battle-scarred city burdened with history. That is where God chooses to meld heaven and earth at the end. Now, St. John the divine was a pastor, and I resonate with him as a pastor. I connect with him as someone who loves and pastors a flock, we both live the commitment of loving our people every step of the way, through better, for worse, richer, for poor, and sickness and health. John's people are facing unexpected endings. They are facing martyrdom. They're facing persecution, punishment for their intolerable non-conformity to the world as it is. John himself writes from prison. His faith is uncertain.

    What does he offer his suffering flock? What John offers is that God is alpha and omega, that God is as present in endings as in beginnings and God is present in the form of the lamb upon the throne, the lamb upon the throne, the one who knows all of our suffering having met his end in the same way as the martyrs. And having passed through that ending to new life he has made a way for us through all of our endings to new life. The lamb on the throne is the paschal mystery of resurrection revealed as God's nature at endings.

    John's people and our people here are not beyond the intimacy and promise of God, In our losses, in our endings instead we are in the paschal heart of God's presence. John is just giving good pastoral care to his persecuted people. He is encouraging them to faithfulness, to witness to courageous non-conformity in a hostile world, and if I may be allowed to say so, we need such pastoral guidance in this moment and we need Christians formed this way. Our world is desperate and despairing, in need of witnesses to another way of life. Our world is in need of followers of Jesus who bring hope and healing and creativity to the unredeemed world, despair, futility, and vanity.

    Our world needs us, intolerably non-conforming Christians whose lives point to the lamb upon the throne, non-violently, lovingly, liberating the good in life in all and pointing only to him, to no other Lord, no other idol, no other end of this life. We are here and wherever we are to be found - the depository of God's promise for this world - every time we moan about the direction of our country or the world we need to ask ourselves, "how am I moving into that space as a representative of Christ? Do I have the gospel on my lips? Do I have the name of Jesus and his good news to share? Am I a pathway to new life and hope for the despairing world around me that cannot make it on its own?

    So many have come this morning to say goodbye and I am so grateful we are here together to share an ending and I am grateful. What is equally important to me however is that just as many people show up here next Sunday, that just as many or more people show up here at St. Martin's next Sunday for each other, to live the new commandment and love each other in this place as I know you love to do. That is the heart of this place - not rectors who come and go. Show up next week with love for one another, with love for the mission you share, with love for this community and most of all with love of the God who sustained you, for today may be an omega but next week God will be your alpha. A new beginning of love and life and mission for you, and that is my prayer for you. That is the prayer I want to end on, and not a swear.

    In fact, I have two prayers: One I wrote, and one that's better than that.

    My prayer for you is just this: thank you God for the people of St. Martin's. Thank you God for the body of Jesus Christ in this place. By your holy spirit make them strong witnesses full of hope, promise and Godliness, living for the end of the world as it is and for the coming of the new Jerusalem where all may live the new commandment to love one another in complexity and diversity, and we pray it all in the name of the lamb on the throne. Amen.

    And the second prayer, better than my own: Christ be with you, Christ within you, Christ behind you, Christ before you, Christ beside you, Christ to win you, Christ to comfort and restore you, Christ beneath you, Christ above you, Christ in quiet, Christ in danger, Christ in hearts of all who love you, Christ in mouth of friend and stranger. Amen.


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  • Listen in to the sermon from the Rev. Carol Duncan for the Fourth Sunday of Easter, May 8, 2022.

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    Today's readings are:
    Acts 9:36-43
    Revelation 7:9-17
    John 10:22-30
    Psalm 23

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    The Good Shepherd

    The Rev. Carol Duncan

    May 8, 2022

    Jesus Good Shepherd, as you call us each by name, open our minds, hearts, souls and inner being to respond to you in all your guises, visible and invisible. I make this prayer in your holy name of love. Amen.

    Dear flock, please be seated in this fruitful pasture.

    Today is Good Shepherd Sunday and you are all in the pasture. It is also the next to last Sunday we will have Jarrett with us.

    I want to consider what it means to be Jesus' flock, Jesus' people, at St Martin's when we are about to be without an appointed shepherd for quite a while. I find it a challenging and a bracing prospect. And I want to pay tribute to a faithful shepherd who has guided us for 11 years, very much by Jesus' compass leading him.

    Today's readings are meant to give us a sense of the rod and staff of our heritage. Four different settings, four versions of shepherd and flock. How do we find ourselves in these passages?

    I love the first scene of shepherding from Acts. A group of women disciples doing good works and acts of charity. So much like us: Tabitha and her friends would surely recognize Blessed Baking, Women Connecting, Stephen Ministry, Biblical Study groups and all the rest. We have been in their shoes, doing what we can to ease the suffering of our loved ones. When one of us is sick or dies, we call our pastor, our shepherd, just as the women of Joppa did. And we have known that Jarrett will be there instantly. I am not crediting him with raising the dead. But Jarrett does the next best thing. He conducts the most deeply moving funerals, consistently, of any priest I have ever known. The work of a good shepherd is to comfort, to discern and convey the deep abiding meaning of our lives. We honor and embrace this work. We are a church that values and practices being community in pain and in joy. Even when it is difficult. We have learned that. We follow the pattern set in Joppa. I think we can count on ourselves for that.

    The second scene of shepherdship: the 23rd Psalm - so moving and so comforting, it follows us all our lives. Its water and oil are redolent of baptism. Jarrett was so thrilled when he got to baptize a teenager by full immersion. He figured out the logistics of how to do it by obtaining a moveable trough big enough to submerge a sizeable body. We did it on the front patio. A space, by the way, that Jarrett envisioned as a way to enlarge our worship space so we could share the surrounding community with our worship. St. Martin's more typical baptisms are celebrated inside the church at the beginning of a Sunday service so the whole congregation can welcome and incorporate the newly baptized. After the baptism, Jarrett processes up the aisle joyfully, extravagantly sprinkling us all with baptismal water. The freshly baptized settle down with their families to bask in the newly recognized holiness of their members. The rest of us recall again that the Baptismal Covenant as Jarrett has come to help us understand is the source and root of all we are about at St. Martin's. Everything that we do. Everything.

    Now the hard example of how shepherds work, from Revelation. This is perhaps most Jarrettlike and most us. We do not take the easy just-go-to-church-on-Sunday version of Christianity. Under Jarrett's leadership, we have some sense of who it is who comes first in God's care. Those who hunger and thirst, who are kept from learning and thriving, who are refugees. These are the ones who come out of the great ordeal of our present world. We have learned to hear them guided by Jarrett through the work of POWER, of Beloved Community, of Supper, through St. James School, through Beyond Borders. We have changed how we respond. Now, rather than donating money toward scattered programs, we invest major funds and our energy to respond covenantally to the suffering we've learned to see in our world. We are learning to listen, rather than to assume we know how to fix the problem. When someone asks us "Who are these and where do they come from?" We say "Please tell us. We are listening." The church in these increasingly secular years needs a shepherd like those of the early church. We can't take faith for granted. We live in a world that engenders martyrs. We will need a shepherd like Jarrett who considers and acts to counter systemic injustice in the name of Jesus.

    The fourth scene of shepherding from the Gospel reminds me very much of Jarrett and how he has led us over these eleven years. In today's Gospel, Jesus answered his antagonists, "I have told you and you do not believe." So many times, most often in Community Engagement meetings, but other times too, Jarrett will say "I have said it, I have told you." Finally, at the eleventh hour of the eleventh year, Jarrett marshaled us to collect some of his shepherding guidance in a handbook. We wrote it down. The Community Engagement Committee has worked for years on the ideas and structure of this handbook. Community Engagement is the coordinating body of all the various outreach ministries of St. Martin's. The vision statement of the handbook says that we "engage as agents of Christ's love in the world by developing mutual relationships at the local, regional, national, and international levels that advance the mission and values of St. Martin's as we discern God's will as a Church, together.' This vision of doing Christ's loving work in the world together will serve us as a firm foundation from which to grow and thrive and we will thank Jarrett for it for years. Find it on our website in the Community Engagement tab. You should read it. There's beautiful writing in it. When you read it, you will recognize our voices in it, and Jesus' shepherding voice behind ours, long into the future. I know I speak for many when I say we are grateful. Amen.


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  • Listen in to the sermon from the Rev. Jarrett Kerbel for the Third Sunday of Easter, May 1, 2022.

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    Today's readings are:
    Acts 9:1-20 Revelation 5:11-14 John 21:1-19 Psalm 30Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net: https://lectionarypage.net/
    Please join me in the spirit of prayer.

    Have you ever given your whole heart? Have you ever given your whole heart to someone and had your love rejected? Have you ever given your whole love to someone you adored or to a cause you cared about deeply or an institution that was beloved to you and had your love unreciprocated, had your love rejected, had your love attacked, even disdained? Do you have in your body that memory of the pain that comes from unrequited love, from entering that space of vulnerability where we risk so much and are available for so much damage to be loving and not to be loved in?

    Return if like me you can feel that in your body, you can know you're not alone. You can know that this is an experience that God shares with us, for Jesus was and is the whole heart of God. Jesus was and is the whole heart of God shared with the world to include us in God's unbreakable love. And we know how the story goes that God took this risk, God made the ultimate offering to us of God's whole heart and Jesus was rejected, was disdained, was attacked and was killed, so God knows what it's like to offer love and have it refused, have it rejected.

    And thanks be to God we know that the story doesn't end with that painful horrifying rejection but the story goes on. In fact God will not let this story end, God continues the story of love by raising Jesus from the dead. By raising Jesus from the dead God says, "this love is always on offer to you. My offer of love is alive forever for those who respond to it. My offer is there for you. Enter into this incredible transformation that is offered when you are loved this much." And so we respond to that love and we grow in that love. Sometimes we reject it, sometimes we balk, sometimes we walk the other way. And whenever this love is rejected or attacked we know the cross is among us, but we also know that the resurrection is among us and that we can turn back to this new life that is alive for us and always on offer for the redemption of our souls.

    We see the power of this paschal mystery in these stories we are offered today in the gospel and in the acts of the apostles. We see it in this story of a fisherman turned into a shepherd - a fisherman turned into a shepherd and someone who ran away in fear turned into someone willing to make the ultimate sacrifice.

    We see this good news story playing out in all of its power today in the story of Paul as well, a persecutor of the church who becomes one with the persecuted. The persecutor of the church who becomes one with those that he had persecuted, one who had breathed threats and murder who now breathes good news and new life. This is the transforming power of the Risen Christ still at work, and we know it so powerfully because it's the same Jesus we knew in his ministry doing all the same things. It's the in the continuity that we know there is in Christ, the one who healed, the one who loved, the one who included, the one who preached peace, the one who reconciled us to God and our enemies, is still adding in his risen life with Peter and with Paul and with all of us here today. The offering of new life is always alive for us, thanks be to God.

    Let's start with Peter. My beloved, beloved, beloved Peter, how I love you. Peter, I want to be as bumbly and beloved as you are.

    Peter is met by the Risen Christ on the beach in John in a situation of nurture. There is Jesus feeding his disciples, also instructing his disciples, he tells them where to find the fish, but this nurturing setting of breakfast on the beach is so much what Jesus taught his disciples to expect in his resurrected life, they will know he is there because he is nurturing them, he is feeding them. And more than that, Jesus is restoring Peter, restoring him to his purpose. Jesus wants Peter back. Jesus wants Peter restored so Peter can live out his purpose in the kingdom of God to spread the good news. Jesus needs to recover Peter from his betrayal.

    There Peter is dripping wet on the beach in his clothes and Jesus has this dialogue with Peter, this uncomfortable dialogue with Peter where he is holding him accountable and pushing him deeper. Jesus wants Peter back and this is not going to be a forgiving or reconciliation that includes forgetting, this will not be forgiving and forgetting this will be remembering and forgiving.

    Jesus leads Peter through those three questions, those tender painful difficult questions: Peter do you love me? Peter do you love me? Peter do you love me? And we know that these questions, they recapitulate the three betrayals when Peter said, "I don't know this man" and betrayed his Lord three times. These three questions are shepherding Peter back into this relationship and ministering to him by drawing him back into that essential love of his Lord that is core to his life.

    "Do you love me?" It's painful. It is painful. We hear it right in the passage. It hurts Peter's feelings to be questioned this way but we know with Jesus in his ministry he is always drawing us deeper into this love that we have for him.


    And why is Jesus drawing Peter deeper? Why? Because he has a mission for Peter, he has a purpose for Peter, a ministry for Peter. Like in his ministry Jesus is always looking for partners to send out to share the good news and he knows if Peter is going to do that to his full potential he must be fundamentally grounded in his love for Jesus. He must grow in his courage to love Jesus if he's going to become a good shepherd. A good shepherd who lays his life down for the sheep, a good shepherd who will pay the ultimate price for faithfulness and devotion when Peter is crucified for being an apostle.

    This is Jesus doing tough love. This is Jesus caring for his friend and preparing him to have that depth of love he will need to give his life away for his friends. Do you love me? Feed my sheep. A life is restored, a vocation is restored. The church finds an advocate. This is the Risen Christ at work.

    We have Paul as well. We have Paul in a slightly different story, Paul breathing threats and murder. Paul the persecutor of the earlier followers of Jesus. He is knocked down. The context is not breakfast on the beach. The context is a slap down on the road to Damascus. Notice there's no horse, by the way, every picture you've seen of Paul getting knocked off a horse - there's no horse in the story. I would love to know how many people saw a horse when we read the story.

    Paul, being intense and zealous and hard-headed, is one of those folks a little bit like me who needs a good knock from God to get it together. God has multiple approaches. Paul knocked down is enfeebled, he's blinded, he's made dependent. He is humbled in every way and made to depend on exactly the same people he was persecuting. He is taken in by Judas, he is prayed for by Ananias, all under the direction of the Risen Christ. He is turned over into the hands of those he called enemies and those early followers of Jesus were challenged to live up to the teaching - love your enemies. Love the guy who's breathing threats and murder. Love the guy who stood by when Stephen was stoned to death. Love this deadly enemy and bring him in.

    And here in Paul we have another testimony of how the Risen Christ works to change a life, to transform a life from threats and murder to good news and new life, rom persecutor to persecuted, in a way that would teach us all how to accept transformation, to be humbled, to be blinded, which is to say to no longer be so sure about what we thought we knew. To be dependent on others, on community, to pray for us and to lead us into what love means. Paul is transformed by this power of the Risen Christ that was available to him and is equally available to us.

    If we risk it, if we so dare, this Risen Christ offers us transformation of life. How will we be changed from fisherman to shepherd? How will we be changed from persecutor to persecuted? How will we make ourselves available to the Risen Christ who is working in us to change us forever? I really sincerely believe that people are right to be wary of this relationship with Christ because deep inside we know it will change us. For those of us who have faith in this process and know that Christ leads us only deeper into love, we must be escorts on this journey. We must be people who remind our brothers and sisters, our siblings in christ, that this is a journey deeper into love from death into life, from despair into hope, from fear into courage, and most of all that it's a journey that enlists us to be part of the healing of the world, the healing of the world we know in Jesus Christ. Amen.


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  • Listen in to the sermon from Anne Alexis Harra for the Second Sunday in Easter, April 24, 2022.

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    Today's readings are:
    Acts 5:27-32 Revelation 1:4-8 John 20:19-31 Psalm 150Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net: https://lectionarypage.net/
    Community

    Anne Alexis Harra

    April 24, 2022

    Let everything that has breath praise you, O God of Salvation.

    Please be seated.

    Today is a day to be joyful in the Lord, and in the Resurrection indeed. Spring seems spring-ier than ever. My house smells like hyacinths and I couldn't be happier. It seems that nature itself is rejoicing in the Good News this morning. We welcomed a new beloved child of God into the Body of Christ as we are gathered to bask in the beautiful forgiveness and glow of the Easter Season. Alleluia!

    When, friends, has the Resurrected Christ appeared to you? When has Jesus dwelt among you and said "Peace be with you." Were you alone in prayer? Or perhaps, were you accomplishing a major life moment? Were you supported and raised up in a community? For me, life in this community continues to shape my faith and inform my questions. Only in community have I grown so profoundly in faith and received the courage to say, "The Lord is risen indeed, and I see that Resurrection everywhere around me and within me."

    Friends, life in the Resurrection is beautiful. Luckily for us, the promise of the Resurrection is the very essence of our passage from the Book of Acts today. Luke tells us in Acts that the disciples were publicly teaching in Jerusalem, which was a risky feat for them, and perhaps more importantly, they were doing so because they said, "we are witnesses to the events of the Resurrection." These are the same disciples who we encountered as bereaved, doubtful and full of fear in the Gospel of John- until they encountered Jesus. Life in the Holy Spirit and the peace of the Risen Christ triggered a death to fear and a Resurrection to joy in the Lord in the disciples and in all of us. That same joy was what enabled the disciples to respond to the jealousy and criticism of the high priest and council with nothing but love and devotion to God.

    Our Lessons today emphasized the importance of community in recognizing the Risen Christ. Community is fundamentally at the heart of ministry, and it is foundational to our lives as followers of Christ. I have found that we are far more likely to encounter the Resurrection when we are around people who love us, who hold us and who uplift us. I consider myself deeply blessed to be in a community of people who lovingly sow the seeds of ministry, together, who open the door for me to ask questions. So as I prepared for this sermon, I couldn't help but give thanks for the community of St. Martin's.

    As I look at my most beloved St. Martin's, I see a community full of disciples with the same zealous energy of the Holy Spirit and love of Christ that I do in the apostles from our passage in Acts this morning. It is this same community that just moments ago witnessed baby Kai's baptism into the Body of Christ, that assured Kai's family in our faithful support of Kai's faith journey, and that boldly proclaimed that we will seek and serve Christ in all persons, loving our neighbors as ourselves. We first meet the Risen Christ in Baptism, which is entry into the community of faith, and this underscores the need for community as we grow in faith and questions.

    Community is essential in helping us recognize the Resurrected Christ. We cannot do it on our own. And God doesn't want us to do it on our own. It is not lost on me that Thomas recognizes the Risen Christ while amongst his friends, the fact the disciples are in their formation together when Christ appears to them the first and second time, is significant. Thomas has his moment of vulnerability and of faith when he is amongst friends, the people he loves and the people who love him. Similarly, Luke emphasizes our need for community in the passage from Acts. The apostles are brought together as a group to the Temple council and the high priest. It is Peter and the apostles who spoke to the high priest and declared that they answer not to man, but to God. They proclaimed Jesus' death and resurrection. And, they inform the high priest that they were witnesses to these things. It is brave of the apostles to be so audacious before the high priest, but that is the strength of the community, especially one that has witnessed and experienced the Risen Christ in our midst.

    When we are in a community that uplifts us and empowers us to recognize and embrace the power of the Risen Christ, we are given a beautiful opportunity to grow in faithfulness, like the apostles. When we are in a community that allows us to ask questions and think critically, we encounter the Christ in new ways which only serves to strengthen our relationship with him. How deeply reassuring it is to know that when we are in community, we do not need to have all the answers. How freeing that is.

    I believe that Thomas and Jesus' encounter this morning functioned as a catalyst to vital questions of faith and what the resurrection means for us, as Christ's disciples in 2022. Thomas sadly has received a bad rap over the years but the truth is, his skepticism opened a door to fruitful discussions of faith, theology, and Christology. It is important that he expressed both his doubt and his faith in a community where he felt safe and comfortable enough to do so. It's also significant that we see Thomas proclaim one of the essential Christological statements - "My Lord and My God" - while he is in his community. I would much rather see a disciple like Thomas, who earnestly is grasping with huge questions, but doing so faithfully, than one who simply parrots messages in the hopes of gaining more glory.

    Friends, this week and beyond I encourage you to consider your communities, both in and out of St. Martin's. Your communities of families, of friends, of St. Martin's, of Women Connecting, or wherever you find yourself. What about your community draws you nearer to Christ? How do you see yourself fulfilling the Baptismal Covenant which connects us to the entire Christian community? How do you serve your community to the Glory of God, and how does your community help you encounter the Risen Christ?

    The strength of the community here is something that inspires me and anchors my belief in the Resurrection. Many people in my family can tell you I was not the same person before I came to St. Martin's and it is amazing what joy and life in the Holy Spirit does to a very weary soul. As we look toward the future and the inevitable transition that will come with it, we have opportunities to grow, to learn, to ask questions, and to be bold. We will be in the presence of the Almighty God, who was and who is and who is to come. We will be in the presence of the Risen Christ who before all else offers us peace. We will grow in faith and rejoice in the promise of salvation. We will continue to grow members into the Body of Christ. And, friends, we will boldly proclaim the resurrection with the same zest and convictions that the apostles had. Alleluia, the Lord is Risen!

    Amen.


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  • Listen to this week's sermon from LIFT Worship from Anne Alexis Harra for Palm Sunday, April 10, 2022

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    Today's Readings:
    Joshua 5:9-12 2 Corinthians 5:16-21 Luke 15:1-3, 11b-32 Psalm 32Readings were taken from God's Word, My Voice: A Children's Lectionary
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    Who here likes to ride rollercoasters? I used to be really afraid of rollercoasters. I didn't like that I wasn't in control. When we ride rollercoasters, the experience is almost always entirely out of our control: how fast we're going in the car, if we're going up or down or even upside down, how many hills there are. I don't feel so afraid of them anymore, though. Riding a rollercoaster usually means we have to be brave enough to let go of control for just a few moments so we can come off the ride feeling exhilarated, free, and maybe a little nauseous. :)

    Holy Week is a special kind of rollercoaster: it is an emotional rollercoaster. In these days leading up to Jesus' death and glorious resurrection, we will feel all the emotions. We will not be in a whole lot of control. We will truly feel like we're on a rollercoaster!

    Today is the first part of this ride: today is Palm Sunday. Today we are climbing up the big hill in the rollercoaster car. We are excited today because Jesus has made a triumphant entry into the big city of Jerusalem. We are excited with the disciples and the people who wave their palms to welcome Jesus. We feel Jesus with us.

    Jesus' entry into Jerusalem was crucial to completing God's work for Jesus. Can someone refresh my memory - what kind of animal did Jesus ride into Jerusalem? A donkey, that's right! Jesus riding into Jerusalem on a donkey fulfilled a prophecy in the Hebrew Bible (Rejoice greatly, Daughter Zion! Shout, Daughter Jerusalem! See, your king comes to you, righteous and victorious, lowly and riding on a donkey, on a colt, the foal of a donkey, Zech. 9:9.). The people of Israel were excited to welcome Jesus! But sadly, that excitement didn't last forever. Jesus knew that he was going to Jerusalem to die for our sins, and then God would raise him to new life.

    Now friends, I don't want to be the bearer of bad news, but I need to be honest with you: we are climbing up the hill. We eventually will begin to descend, or come down, the hill, quite fast. We will feel sad when our friend Jesus dies on Good Friday. We will feel unsettled on Holy Saturday, as we wait with the disciples. We will feel safe, exhilarated, free, full of joy on Easter Sunday, when we come to the conclusion of our ride.

    If you're like me, and you need some reassurance before we really get going on our adventure, I have some good news. Throughout our Holy Week rollercoaster, we will always be safe and loved by God. We can bring all our feelings and prayers to our friend, Jesus. And lastly, nobody is ever alone on one of these rides. We have one another, and we have God. And we will remember that Jesus is our eternal king of peace. Thank you for joining me on our Holy Week ride, friends. Hosanna in the highest. Amen.


  • Tune into the sermon from The Rev. Jarrett Kerbel for Palm Sunday, April 10, 2022.

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    Today's readings are:
    Mark 11:1-11 Isaiah 50:4-9a Psalm 31:9-16 Philippians 2:5-11 Luke 23:1-49Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net: https://lectionarypage.net/
    Talking About the Passion

    The Rev. Jarrett Kerbel

    April 10, 2022

    Please join me in a spirit of prayer.

    Lord God, we stand in awe and wonder before your cross. Help us know that your cross is the medicine of the world, the healing of the world, the return of the world to life in you. We give you thanks that you have taken on the consequences of our sin in the body of your love and that you have defeated those powers so we may have our lives in you.

    In Christ's name we pray. Amen.

    A brief meditation today as we head into Holy Week:

    Every year as we approach Holy Week I ask myself, what shall I pray for this year? What shall I pray for as I give my prayerful attention to the passion of my savior Jesus Christ? How shall I open my heart to the gifts he is giving me and all of us through his passion, death and resurrection? And I encourage you all to set an intention this week. Set for yourself an intention. What will you pray for? What will you ask for? What gifts do you hope to receive when you give your full worshipful attention to these events we celebrate this week? For me it's going to be a focus on spiritual freedom, especially spiritual freedom available to us even when we feel powerless, even when we feel overpowered. How can I in some small way take on the freedom of Jesus Christ who is the ultimate example of spiritual freedom?

    I see that spiritual freedom in Jesus throughout the passion - it's ironically in Luke in the fact that Pilate and Herod become friends. Jesus creates a reconciliation between his enemies in the course of his passion, showing us what his life is all about, even while he's under the power of the state. The freedom of Jesus for me is so beautifully present in Maundy Thursday, in the giving of the supper in his name the night before he dies. The night before he dies a death under torture he gives his disciples a way to understand what's about to happen. He has the spiritual freedom of love and grace in a moment of absolute terror to nurture and feed and love his friends and support them through the loss and terror they're about to experience. That is simply awe-inspiring freedom.

    We heard it in the story of the cross just now, forgiving and loving while being tortured. Forgiving and loving while dying. That is that awe-inspiring spiritual freedom which to me says this Jesus Christ is so far beyond me, so far beyond me and living out harmony with God. In what might seem like total powerlessness he lives the power of love.

    Now, crucifixion and torture are meant to destroy community. That's what torture does in a police state. It tears people apart from one another, it causes people to betray each other, it creates suspicion and fear. It's meant to terrorize the population, and maybe worst of all torture is meant at its worst to cause us to betray ourselves, to betray our highest values, our highest commitments for the sake of relief. And here we have Jesus in love under torture resisting all of those things, creating community, including people, forgiving enemies, bringing people together.

    Once again: wonder, awe, praise. This Jesus Christ is beyond me in his spiritual freedom, yet this is the spiritual freedom my life depends on and it is the ultimate gift Christ gives us - the ability in our constraints, in our limitations, in our frustrations, in our powerlessness to have a source of integrity, to have a source of gentle loving presence in ourselves through Christ as the one who set us free by his cross to have that freedom.

    This is my prayer during Holy Week: to grow in spiritual freedom, especially when I feel constrained or powerless, especially when there are greater powers acting than I can affect, to hang on to Christ who is with me, setting me free in each moment because he's defeated the powers so we may live with him. Amen.


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  • Tune into the sermon from The Rev. Jarrett Kerbel for the Fifth Sunday in Lent, April 3, 2022.

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    Today's readings are:
    Isaiah 43:16-21 Philippians 3:4b-14 John 12:1-8 Psalm 126Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net: https://lectionarypage.net/

    Please join me in a spirit of prayer.

    Lord God by your grace help us join Mary in our worship today. Help us join her in her extravagant adoration and her loving sorrow, her profound awareness of the cost you will pay and the cost of following you. Lord God help all of us who go out weeping and come back rejoicing in song. In Christ's name we pray. Amen.

    Back in elementary school I liked math. Math was fun. Each year began with fresh new workbooks fragrant with new paper and printer's glue. The teacher passed out wonderful blue on white dittos. We pressed them up to our faces, inhaling that inky, oily, mimeograph musk. We learned fun mathematics like roman numerals. Who knew how helpful that was going to be? I can tell you what page I am on in a preface.

    My favorite unit each year was "greater than, lesser than, and equals to". I love those neat little rows of numbers and the horizontal carrot we would have to draw to indicate that 101 was greater than 99 and so on down the page.

    In future years the teacher would add greater than or equal to, lesser than or equal to, adding a straight line under that horizontal carrot. What rich concepts they were giving us. Concepts that enchanted my mind and stayed with me: greater than and including, greater than and affirming what came before, greater than and surpassing all, in one simple sign.

    That greater than sign, although not intended in my very secular public school, became for me a favorite symbol for God. I scribble it on notepads. I hold it in my imagination when I need to remember who my God is, a greater love than I could ever imagine. A greater healing than I could ever hope for. A greater goodness than I could ever generate on my own. A greater faithfulness, a greater steadfastness, a greater mercy, a greater hope, a greater creativity than my cramped heart and mind could ever approach under my own steam.

    God's ways are greater than my ways and so I praise God, so I give thanks to God, so I place my trust in God. This greater than of God inspires extravagant praise, super abundant, repsonic, excessive, gushing love. It is the order of the day in both Paul to the Philippians and Mary in the gospel. In fair warning if you were raised to be repressed, reticent, reserved, such overflowing might trigger hot shame in your face, some embarrassment or at least some discomfort, but let us let Paul and Mary pull ourselves into adoration, pull ourselves into infatuation. These faithful souls were not afraid to pour out their souls and love of Jesus.

    I want to start by re-reading Paul's letter to the Philippians as enraptured and repsonic rhetoric.

    We know from his letter to the Romans that he affirms the goodness of the Torah and holds it as precious and not less than the new covenant in Christ. It's just that for Paul, Christ is equal to and more than. He has finally found full participation in the eternal life and goodness of God through his new life in Christ, and for him this affirms while surpassing his former righteousness under the Torah. And this is important for me to spell out because we're being offered the same gift as Paul. We're invited into the same rapturous life with God. It's also important to spell out because too many have read St. Paul through a northern European anti-semitic lens that reads Paul as in either/or between law and gospel.

    What I recall is much more subtle on the topic and I need to affirm this because too often I hear folks mistakenly compare, quote, the "God of the old testament" and the "God of Jesus." Same God.

    The Torah, the law, is affirmed in the gospel. We must watch our tendency to demean it. The Torah is a good gift from God, the God given instructions and obligations to a priestly people set apart to live in covenant with a holy God. The Torah marked and continues to mark to this day the ultimate allegiance of Israel to God, so marked Israel represents God among hostile nations that create peril and cause to themselves then and now. Torah fidelity is risky. It's courageous identification with God and I so appreciate the risks it calls out by naming the sacred for what it is.

    We need to bring a subtle reading to the Gospel of John as well. This is my day for subtle reasoning. The author of John likes to set up these either/or situations that heighten the drama through conflict. Do we follow Mary or do we follow Judas? I think John's not subtle about that one - he has an ax to grind, an agenda, and he shares this critical fault with social media algorithms that juice up conflict and polarization to maximize attention regardless of the terrible effects on our common life.

    And I could, even as I read the story of Jesus, Mary and Judas, see the memes, see the social media treatment of the passage oozing the snark about virtue signaling on both sides. Oh isn't Mary so pious? Oh isn't Judas so righteous? All used to throw confusion, antagonism and agitation around.

    Sadly enough John would probably be on social media. It's his style too, so permit me to reframe the scene not as a meme but as an icon, an icon that includes Jesus, Judas and Mary as an image of God's loving work. Let's start with Mary. Here's Mary, her admiration at the feet of Jesus says love the Lord your God with all your soul, all your heart, all your mind, and all your strength. This is the first commandment. She embodies the first commandment. Mary is, in this icon, the first commandment, and the second is like unto it, love your neighbor as herself. Judas plays the part of the second and co-equal commandment. Love of God and love of neighbor. Mary and Judas go together.

    In Christ, those forms of caritas, both forms of charity and love coexist and support each other. They cannot have their full power without each other. Adore God, serve God in nature, serve God and neighbor, adore God. It's all one piece. They are not in opposition. They're not opposed to each other.

    But that extravagant adoration of merit, anointing Jesus with perfume worth a year's worth of wages, takes us deeper into the greater than of this icon that I'm imagining. Mary is preparing Jesus for his death. This icon is not only an illustration of our highest callings, this icon is a prelude to the final showdown, the final battle where Jesus confronts and defeats the powers that prevent our faithfulness.

    Mary is preparing Jesus for that final conflict that will make faithfulness possible. In her loving sorrow, in her mourning, she's loving him. She knows what comes next for a prophet. She knows that he is marked for death. The authorities have already met and he must die. Why? Because he raised her brother Lazarus from the dead. Why? Because challenging the power of death rattles the empire to its core. If we cannot terrorize the masses with death how will we control them? How will we retain domination?

    And so in following Mary, what is revealed is that death in general is not the ultimate source of our fear and anxiety. It's when death is used to erode the faith and courage we need to resist the forces that manipulate death, that is when death is an enemy needing to be overcome. Death can be a friend to suffer, a gentle release at the end of life, and in all my experience with dying people very rarely are they afraid. Rather they are mourning, saying goodbye to people they love, and they're mostly concerned with causing them distress.

    Jesus will overcome the tool of death. Death as execution. And this is the greater than. This is the greater love we cannot give ourselves but it must be done for us by God in Christ. This is the greater than that opens a greater life to us, greater than we can even begin to imagine, a peace greater than we can understand. God is greater than us so I praise God. In Christ God means to be greater than and equal to us so we may surpass our former lives and be found in Christ. Amen.


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  • Listen to this week's sermon from LIFT Worship from Anne Alexis Harra for the Fifth Sunday in Lent, April 3, 2022

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    Today's Readings:
    Joshua 5:9-12 2 Corinthians 5:16-21 Luke 15:1-3, 11b-32 Psalm 32Readings were taken from God's Word, My Voice: A Children's Lectionary
    Good morning, my friends. Today, we heard about a dinner party. Who has ever been to a dinner party? Or a big family dinner? Raise your hand. Wonderful. What are some things you experience at a dinner party? What happens there?

    That's right. You can usually expect lots of food. Sometimes the tables are set really nicely with flowers or something fancy in the middle. You usually talk to a lot of people - sometimes you're catching up with people you haven't seen in a while. On the count of three, I want all of you to share your favorite dinner party food with me, okay? *count* I'll remember ALL of those! I promise!

    So now that we've established the "norms" of a dinner party, let's think about the dinner party that our good friend John told us about, shall we? In fact, just for a few moments, let's pretend we're at a dinner party with Jesus. Here are some things you all should know about this dinner party we are attending. ONE. It is occurring six days before Passover. Does anyone know what Passover is? (It's a Jewish holiday that celebrates God freeing God's people out of slavery in Egypt and into freedom.) Passover is a big deal for Jesus and his friends. TWO. Mary, Martha, and Lazarus are siblings who live in a big house. THREE. This is when we learn about Judas Iscariot, one of Jesus' disciples who would later betray him. There is a lot going on just this one evening, folks!

    This is a great story because it highlights hospitality: welcoming people into your home was a sign of deep respect and friendship in the ancient world. By throwing this dinner party, we know that Mary, Martha, and Lazarus have fond feelings for Jesus, and vice versa. We know that Martha will serve the food tonight. What do you think she'll serve for dinner? Martha will probably serve a lovely dinner of fish, bread, figs, and wine, if I had to guess. Those are pretty much the staple foods of the ancient world.

    Now, here's where I need some help from you guys. We talked about the norms of a dinner party, right? But can you tell me what happens after you're done eating at a dinner party? The evening is still young, you're hanging out, right? What else? You probably help clean up, some people do the dishes, there might be dessert. Right. Okay, something we may not expect to see is someone wiping perfume on someone else's feet, right? Especially not with her hair. I wouldn't call that a dinner party norm, would you?

    So, our sweet friend Mary has just wiped very expensive perfume with her hair onto Jesus' feet. Does anyone want to guess how expensive the perfume was? It says it was worth a whole year's salary, which is around $50,000 in today's dollars. It was worth a lot of money! Mary, our sweet, faithful Mary, did not view this interaction between Jesus and her as a transaction. The perfume suddenly lost its monetary value because Jesus' love and ministry was worth everything. Mary knew and experienced how important Jesus is - remember, he raised her brother, Lazarus, from the dead. So even though Judas tried to reprimand Mary, she did the right thing. Jesus knew how much he meant to Mary. Jesus truly valued the people in his life. His love and respect of all of us - you and me and your mom and dad - is worth everything, just like Mary taught us.

    Friends, thank you for coming to this dinner party with Jesus. It's been lovely being with you. Amen.


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  • Tune into the sermon from Bonnie Hoffman-Adams for the Fourth Sunday in Lent, March 27, 2022.

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    Today's readings are:
    Joshua 5:9-12 2 Corinthians 5:16-21 Luke 15:1-3, 11b-32 Psalm 32Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net: https://lectionarypage.net/
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    Divine Reconciliation

    Bonnie Hoffman-Adams

    March 27, 2022

    I came across a study about shopping. This study claimed that whenever we make a purchase, our brain releases endorphins and dopamine. We literally get high when we purchase something, when we open up that package and we find something new in our closets or elsewhere in our house, this thing - this new thing - literally gives us a buzz.

    Newness is appealing. But I think that the newness of our hearts is a lot more complicated.

    Do any of you remember what you did for New Years? Do you remember anything about perhaps making some goals? (And if you didn't, that's just fine.) I always feel terribly anxious at that time of year. It's momentous, it's artificial, I feel bullied into thinking about how I should change my life, and when I do make those goals, I feel kind of depressed knowing by mid January I have forgotten them. And yet, when I hear these first lines from our second lesson today my heart quickens with possibility.

    Listen again to the first two sentences of our second reading.

    From now on , therefore, we regard no one from a human point of view even though we once knew Christ from a human point of view we know him no longer in that way. So if anyone is in Christ there is a new creation;

    Everything old has passed away See everything has become new!

    So what is the newness that you seek? I think it is really common among us. We all kind of really want the same things:

    We want our regrets to be banished. We want our bad habits to disappear. We want our memories to be transformed. We want our sin to be forgiven and forgotten. We want a spring time of the heart.
    I think that is why we're in church.

    Paul tells us we are to regard no one from a human point of view. I think this is kind of funny - what are our options? We are human after all. What other point of view do we have? Where is it? How do we obtain this?

    We are told by Paul,

    All this is from God, who reconciled us to himself through Christ, and has given us the ministry of reconciliation. That is in Christ God was reconciling the world to himself not counting their trespasses against them and entrusting the message of reconciliation to us.

    Reconciliation is at the heart of this new point of view and it is also our mission.

    In Greek as well as in English the word "reconcile" has two ways that it can go. It can describe money, it can describe relationships. The older use of the Greek word is in fact money changer, and what did they work with? They worked with balances. They would put foreign currency on one side to figure out what local cash would be given in exchange. The balance had to be equal.

    We still use this word of balance with our money. We balance books, we reconcile checkbooks. We still have that sense of fairness, but it is more often used in our relationships.

    The ground between the two parties has been made uneven, is smoothed over by apologies and possibly even a gift. We say someone owes me an apology. It evens out that balance. Even our legal system has those words in it. Someone pays a debt to society by going to prison. We also can note that the Hebrew word for sin means debt, so it's not very far from keeping that balance right that you put a tooth on one side and a tooth on the other.

    This is all a search for justice. We all know it falls short. It's not perfect. It's the best we've got for the moment. But what I have described to you right now is a human point of view. This is not what "being in Christ " is or having his perspective as ours is. This is not at all about a new creation. This is the same old system.

    Divine reconciliation is not transactional.

    When God brings about balance or healing and makes things right again is not a quid pro quo arrangement. It is not a this for a that.

    I think sometimes we would prefer if it was that way. We would like to believe that what we've done - those good deeds - would be on one side of the balance, and then the love of God would surely follow on the other side. But as soon as we start thinking about that balance, we're back into that human point of view.

    There is no better parable than the Prodigal son to begin to see something different about reconciliation. We've had at least three stories before this story today that talk about loss. We heard last week about the tree of the lost cause, we've heard about the lost sheep and the lost coin, so today is the lost son. But I think this story goes a step further than describing that amazing search that God has for those on the edge. All of these stories tell us of God's determined love of seeking us out but by this time we get to today's parable we are ready to hear the next part.

    There was a man who had two sons. The younger of them said to his father - Give me the share of the property that will belong to me. So he divided the property.

    This is a terrible story, and we can't forget it. This is more than being rude. He is telling his father to think of his death. He is reminding his father that the things that his father has worked on are more important than he is. And his father does it. He splits his property. That is plan A. This son is a man of plans.

    He gets the cash, he leaves, he spends it, it's all gone, and then he discovers he has no means to feed himself. "Ah", he says, "I will hire myself out!" But he discovers plan B is not so good either. There is no living wage to be available.

    So as he is sitting in that pigsty he gets Plan C. He comes to himself and says, "Okay. I've messed up. I will offer an apology to my father. I will offer to work for him as a hired servant."

    So far at this point we have a great picture of human reconciliation, in both money and giving an apology.

    I am going to give you an alternative parable at this point. These are my words, this is not scripture, but I want you to give it some thought.

    So he set off and went to his father. He knocked on his old house door. His father answered. The son offered his apology and his plans of working . His father welcomes him back and takes up his offer for labor and then says your brother will be your manager. They join later for dinner.

    So this is it: Is this story unjust? What's wrong with this story? Or maybe I should ask you, would you want this story to be the parable that Jesus tells?

    You welcome your child home after apologies were offered and apologies accepted. But there is something more going on in this story. This is not the story of forgiveness that is told to us by Jesus. So let us hurry back to scripture:

    But while he was still far off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion. He ran and put his arms around him and kissed him.

    This astonishing parent sees his child far off which means he has been looking out at the horizon. always waiting for his return. He runs, embraces him, kisses and totally ignores plan C. A good feast is to be had, the best clothes, shoes, everything to welcome back this lost child.

    It is now at this point that the son receives his real inheritance. It's not the stuff. It is being in the arms of such undeserved and unconditional Love.

    In years past I used to think that this conversion started in the pig pen. But no, that is still a transactional understanding of love. You behave and I'll love you. Apologize and I will forgive you. For this his son realizes that his riches are still there for him. He now knows something of that profound depth of love that his father has for him.

    Now, we cannot ignore the older brother. He feels ignored. We're not going to ignore him. He is a sympathetic character in many ways. He has been working hard. He's been good. He has not spent his money on questionable activities. And he is upset. He's not going to join the party. His father -not a servant- comes out and pleads directly with him. But he responds in this way

    When this son of yours (not "my brother") has come back and devoured your property (he mentions the prostitutes) property, what do you do Dad? You kill a fatted calf.

    Now from the human point of view he is rightly upset. He's no different though than the younger brother, before he returned home. He just had a different plan . He is just as interested and focused on assets and not his father.

    For all these years I have been working like a slave for you. I have been good.

    Yes, he has been working like a slave, but that's self-designating, that's his understanding, he's missed the profound love right next to him.

    Transactional relationships make us slaves and not children of God. They make us miss the Love.

    You are always with me and all that is mine is yours.

    This is the divine point of view. Jesus came to change how we look at things. Jesus loves us so much that he lived a life forgiving people even when they did not ask for it. In his tortured death he did not abandoned those who abandoned him. He didn't replace his love with a balance. He wants us to know none of our actions, of abandonment, or misappropriated affections, none of them - not even death - could separate us from him or his love.

    This love is not a love that waits at the top of the hill looking at the horizon, but it's a love that descended to live among us and even sit with us in our suffering, in our sickness, in our misery, so he can tell us he is with us.

    You are always with me and all that is mine is yours.

    Treasure the presence of God that is merciful and loving beyond our imaginations.

    Let us pray. Lord, help us become ambassadors of this absurd and abundant love that you give us. Help us to forgive others with every breath we take, even when they don't ask us. Lord, strengthen us so that we reflect your grace and glory in all that we do. Never let us forget that you are always with us. Amen.


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  • Listen to this week's sermon from LIFT Worship from Anne Alexis Harra for the Fourth Sunday in Lent, March 27, 2022

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    Today's Readings:
    Joshua 5:9-12 2 Corinthians 5:16-21 Luke 15:1-3, 11b-32 Psalm 32Today I wanted to share a story with you and this is going to be a lot of story talk because we heard a really cool story from Jesus and I have a story for you so just bear with me.
    Anne Alexis's story - this story - takes place in January 2020. Life was a little different back then I was working my very first church gig at Emmanuel Highlands Episcopal Church in Wilmington, Delaware and on the day of these events in history we heard the parable of the Prodigal Son which is the same special story that Jesus taught us today. So friends, picture the scene with me, this was life before the pandemic. My young friends gathered on the carpet in a big circle with me and we told this story. When it was time for the craft we made these (holds up craft) Now they're a little hard to see but I'll explain what they are. They are crafts that my students decorated and they said "welcome home" because our stories today are all about coming home.So things were great. We were hanging out doing the craft and then one of my youngest friends, we'll call him Diego, Diego came up to me and he kind of tugged on me and he said, "Ann Alexis can I write 'welcome home sister' on this? Jesus talks a lot about brothers but I have a sister" and I said, "Well sure Diego of course you can, but can you tell me a little bit about why?" So he kind of looked at me and he made a face and he sighed and then he said, "well my sister Eva ran away from home a couple of months ago . She was gone for a really long time and we didn't know where she was but she came home. My sister is home now and I want to give her this because I'm so happy she's home." Then he paused and he looked at me and he said "Ann Alexis, do you think that god is mad at Eva for running away?"
    That's a tough one even for me, so I spoke from my heart. I said, "well Diego I can't speak for God and I'm not gonna try to, but I have a feeling God is so happy that Eva is home now. God loves her and God forgives her." And Diego said, "is that what Jesus wants us to know?" Yep, it sure is my friend, that is what Jesus wants us to know
    Now I don't know exactly how I managed to hold back tears while this conversation was occurring. As I was writing this memory down I was crying all over again. I realized Diego had been on such an emotional roller coaster and sometimes I think we all get on these emotional roller coasters, but our stories today - both Jesus's and Diego's and mine - are so deeply connected to one another. Even though Jesus told the story of the prodigal son over 2000 years ago it's still relevant in our lives, and some bible stories really work their way into our hearts the way that this one did for Diego.What Jesus wants us to know even in 2022 is that God loves us unconditionally and God forgives us unconditionally the way that the father in the prodigal son loved his two sons. And what Diego wanted to know was that he loved his sister unconditionally. He was angry that she ran away but his love was so much stronger, and that's how God's love is. Diego taught me so much about love and what it means to be faithful to Jesus's message to us in the gospels. God loves us without question and all God asks of us in return is to love without question. We are so blessed to have such grace, forgiveness, joy and unadulterated love from God even in a season of Lent when we're a little bit more penitential, a little bit more apologetic, and we have to think a lot about how we live our lives. God is so happy to be with us as we journey our own paths and that is some good news for this chilly beautiful fourth Sunday of Lent. Amen.
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  • Tune into the sermon from The Rev. Jarrett Kerbel for the Third Sunday in Lent, March 20, 2022.

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    Today's readings are:

    Exodus 3:1-15 1 Corinthians 10:1-13 Luke 13:1-9 Psalm 63:1-8Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net: https://lectionarypage.net/I'm preaching from a gospel this morning which was the first gospel I preached on as a priest. Talk about God's sense of humor. 27 years ago I was at St. Matthew's Episcopal Church in Sunbury, Central PA, on the banks of the Susquehanna River, my first posting. St. Matthews was a high church, Anglo-Catholic parish, bells and spells. and as such the Gospel was not just spoken it was chanted. My first Sunday was the third Sunday in Lent and the Gospel we heard this morning was the Gospel for that day and it was my job to chant it. Which is to say that my first ever chanted Gospel included me intoning "Spread Manure On It," and a young priest in his young twenties had to keep a straight face.

    "Spread Manure On It." We will get back to the manure later in the sermon. Hopefully it will not be a synonym for this sermon. We'll get back to it because Jesus was not coprophobic and neither should we be. The manure I will propose is his mercy, his merciful answer his answer to the intense questions that begin this passage.

    And oh, what a passage it is. So many people come up to me on this one and say, "What?" or "Huh?" or "Do we have to read this?" And indeed it has caused more than one preacher to preach a sermon directly contrary to what Jesus is suggesting in the passage. All over the nation this morning there will be theocracy sermons, trying to explain why a good God lets evil happen, which is exactly what Jesus is suggesting we not get into.

    The disasters mentioned - the slaughter at the altar by Pilate and the mass death when the tower fell - it is very clear to Jesus that these are not the will of God - this is not God's doing. These are the kinds of destruction and suffering caused by the malevolence and neglect of empire and domination. This is what happens under corrupt and oppressive power. Asking abstract theological questions about the slaughter and the collapse is dangerously beside the point - in fact - it distracts from the real work at hand and even worse - this faulty theology causes the people to look at themselves for blame instead of looking hard at the reality of occupation that surrounds them.

    Jesus is clear. The sins of the victims did not cause their deaths. The evil of an occupying power did. Pilate murdered the Galileans. Remember that Jesus is Galilean. Remember Pilate's role to come in the gospel of Luke. There is a foreshadowing here. Herod's neglect of municipal maintenance caused the tower to fall while Herod meanwhile was building himself lavish palaces and monuments to his pride. Violence and neglect kill the people while the rulers benefit.

    So when Jesus says "REPENT!" he is saying, "Wake Up! Change Your Thinking! Change your way of thinking! Adjust your perspective! Dump distracting, abstract theology and face the way things are."

    The frightful problems you name are not theological problems, they are problems of imperial domination. Innocent lives were lost to the powers that corrupt and destroy the creatures of God.

    Jesus is setting his listeners free from a faulty theology that cannot tell the difference between the ways of God and the ways of occupation. Jesus wants his listeners to look with fresh eyes at their dilemma. After all, how convenient for the empire have a theology that causes people to blame themselves and blame blame the victims for their own persecution and murder.

    To repent, as Jesus is using it - to be transformed, to have our minds changed - changes how we look at ourselves and the world. It pushes us to ask questions much more challenging than the ones Jesus offers rhetorically.

    A writer in the Atlantic Magazine this week recounted a phone conversation with his sister-in-law. The sister-in-law and her husband were avid anti-vaxxers and COVID deniers. They had their own version of reality and all attempts at correction had been fruitless, frustrating and had ended in tears. Now on this day of this phone call, this sister-in-law and her husband had gotten COVID and so had she, and the cases were bad. The husband had to be intubated and she was very distressed.. On the phone the sister-in-law was distraught and agitated and was asking the big questions; "How could God let this happen to us? How could this be happening?" The writer knew better than to challenge these questions in the moment. She needed comfort, not correction. But he goes on to reflect that these big questions, these abstract questions really had obvious answers. In fact these questions were a way of avoiding the obvious answers, because to really answer these questions would be to take a hard look at the choices made and the world-view adopted, the loyalties developed, the allegiances formed, the world that had got them into this predicament, the authorities they had listened to. Sometimes the big questions lead us astray and away from the harder questions where we could make progress.

    And Jesus responds to distracting, abstract questions by inviting his listeners to change their point of view and then giving them a powerful alternative image of who God is and how God works. His intervention is brilliant as always. His intervention is this image of a fig tree that is not bearing fruit, this pastoral image. And I want us to approach this fig tree the same way we approach the parable of the lost sheep. Remember the parable where 99 sheep are saved with the shepherd and one is lost, and the shepherd runs out for that sheep. And that parable is meant to teach us how absurdly loving our God is. To leave the 99 for the sake of the one would be nonsensical in the ancient world, and I would like to suggest it is the same with this tree.

    In an orchard full of fig trees, why pay attention to the one? It's an illustration of God's abundant forbearance and mercy even when we fall short, and we do. How does God respond to the fig tree? With mercy and mature and loving attention. Spread manure on it. God is faithful. God is good. God has a purpose for the fig tree and God invests in that purpose with love and nurture. Where empire brings deadly virus and neglect, Jesus counters with life-giving mercy and nurture towards a fruitful, flourishing existence. Spread manure.

    Too many people I talk to in pastoral care are struggling, struggling in life, because they were taught destructive ideas about who God is. Too many mistake God for an emperor, one who meets out violence and judgment and provokes obedience through fear. We who know Jesus need to share with the world another knowledge of God, the knowledge of God who tends to the orchard - who feeds and nurtures, who goes out of the way to the barren tree to bring it back to life, to give it a second chance.

    I believe this pastoral image is so good for us in this moment. For two year and more we have been on high alert - our cortisol levels elevated from a constant experience of threat and elevated fear. I am deeply concerned that this cortisol flood in our brain has changed us - made us overly reactive, overly defensive, often quick to aggression, and even seeking out more drama for our fix of cortisol. Cortisol changes our brain. It affects our soul, our position in the world.

    But Jesus teaches us well. Move away - detach - from the big dramatic stories of slaughter and mayhem. Turn instead to this pastoral image of nurture and mercy. And In that turning - in that repenting - we can give good loving care to our brains and detox from stress hormones and reach a more peaceful loving place that will feed our souls and feed our world with peace and faithfulness. We know - it's been shown - that prayer, meditation, worship, singing, scripture study - are good for the mind and the soul. They create new pathways for grace in us. They change our brain, change our perspective, decrease stress pathways and build up flexibility and grace. So my proposal deep into Lent is this: let us declare a fast from cortisol. Let us wean ourselves from drama. Let us give loving kindness to ourselves and others so that God may spread some manure on our roots that will give us life and return us to flourishing. Amen.


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  • Tune into the sermon from Eugenie Dieck for the Second Sunday in Lent, March 13, 2022.

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    Today's readings are:
    Genesis 15:1-12,17-18 Philippians 3:17-4:1 Luke 13:31-35 Psalm 27Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net: https://lectionarypage.net/
    May the words of my mouth and the meditations of our hearts be pleasing in your sight, O Lord, my strength and my Redeemer. Amen.

    Let's go for a walk. Let's go for a walk with Jesus.

    Jesus walks throughout the Gospels. Lent is the period of the Gospels when Jesus shares his ministry; as the story goes, Jesus walked for three years. Today, let us reflect on how we walk with Jesus.

    What does it mean to Walk?

    We all know how to walk... or so we think. There are different ways we walk...we walk towards, we walk away, we walk in circles. Our spiritual lives and Lent have all these manners of walking.

    We walk towards Easter, we know the path and the ending of Jesus's story. During Lent, I sense we try to rush ahead to Easter and not stay in the story. Yet the walk towards Easter is slow and deliberate. We come to know Jesus's ministry and, through each pause in the journey, to understand more deeply the person and power of Jesus.

    We walk away by sinning and ignoring Jesus. Have you ever tripped when you were walking? I have tripped many times, one fall resulted in a concussion. I was not in the walk, I was somewhere else, I crashed. In our spiritual life, when we are distracted or pay attention elsewhere, we sin, and sometimes we crash. Like having a concussion, our souls' awareness and the orientation of our soul are jumbled. We are not looking into our soul and so we trip into sins of both omission and commission.

    We walk in circles when we act as if we know where we are going in our spiritual lives and are honestly lost. Walking in our spiritual lives is like walking in the woods, a place of wonder and worry because we can see only so far ahead. In our spiritual walk in the woods, are we entering a dark place that fills us with worry or a light space that sparks our wonder?

    Sometimes we find ourselves overtaken by wonder or by worry. The wonder occurs when we are surprised by delight and the worry when unexpected concerns surface. This wonder/worry tension is also the reality of our spiritual life. When we focus on ourselves we are worried, when we focus on Jesus we feel awe and wonder.

    How are we With Jesus?

    Being with someone can ease the wonder/worry dilemma. We can share the wonder and lessen the worry. We are not alone. "With" can have many meanings - I want to focus on two - the act of accompaniment, and the difference between empathy and sympathy.

    As some of you may know, I work at Georgetown University, which is a Catholic and Jesuit institution. The Jesuit expression of charism or purpose has evocative language about being in relationship with God. The word "accompaniment" is often used. It means to be alongside someone in their journey, not to change the journey but to accept the journey.

    True accompaniment also means to not be in control. When we accompany someone, we give over to the experience - we do not use active verbs - direct, determine, guide, define. But how do we give over to accompaniment? We can understand accompaniment by the contrast between empathy and sympathy.

    Is our connection by knowing of the other person's circumstance? When we have empathy, we understand the circumstance of the other...but with some degree of distance and disengagement. Or is our connection by feeling the reality of the other person? When we have sympathy, we experience another's world. We identify with the person.

    Lent calls us into sympathy. We move in response to Jesus. Jesus breathes in, we breathe in... Jesus breathes out, we breathe out. We mirror Jesus's experience.

    We are not setting the path of the journey, no matter how many Lents we observe, no matter how often we read the Gospels. We are following in Jesus's steps.

    How do we come to know Jesus?

    Jesus is revealed to us as we walk with him through Lent. And we are revealed to him in turn by how we engage. We do not have a speaking part in the Gospels, yet we have a significant role in bringing the Gospels into this world.

    Jesus is both the path and the destination of Lent. As the path of Lent, Jesus's walk and encounters and lessons are demanding. Lent is not a stroll, it is a real honest journey. And as the destination, Jesus brings us to Christ, who gives us salvation.

    How do we encounter Jesus in the words of the Gospels, and in the actual lived Gospels of our lives? Every day, we Walk with Jesus...we encounter Jesus in the strangers we meet and particularly in the people we know most deeply.

    I will close with a story about accompaniment. In these weeks of Lent, I am mindful of accompanying both my 92-year-old mother-in-law and a work colleague. Each is dealing with physical diminishment, one from old age and one from a degenerative disease.

    Both are people who are "doers". If they could, each would be very active walkers, with a purpose, a quick pace, a destination, and a planned arrival time. Now they are moving slowly towards death. Jesus is walking with them. And I am accompanying them.

    My mother-in-law resents the help she needs, she is polite but very saddened. She was always the helper.

    My colleague is dealing with being rather than with doing. His work identity, and thus much of his own sense of self, has been anchored in getting things done and marking time by accomplishments. Now he says, he just "is".

    Both my mother-in-law and my colleague are sanctified people. They are in sympathy with Jesus. Their breaths of yearning and of sorrow mirror Jesus's breaths through Lent.

    I am honored to accompany them, to walk with them, to walk with Jesus.

    As we continue with the rigors of Lent, with the temptations, with the times of lonely solitude, with the moments of feeling misunderstood and slighted...all which Jesus experienced...know we are walking with Jesus and Jesus is walking with each of us. Step by step, stumble by stumble, blessing by blessing...we are walking towards salvation.

    My beloved friends, keep walking with Jesus, keep walking. Amen.


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  • Listen to this week's sermon from LIFT Worship from Ms. Anne Alexis Harra for the Second Sunday in Lent, March 13, 2022

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    Today's Readings:
    Genesis 15:1-12,17-18 Philippians 3:17-4:1 Luke 13:31-35 Psalm 27Readings were taken from God's Word, My Voice: A Children's Lectionary
    Good morning. It is so good to see everyone! My friends I haven't seen in awhile, my friends I see all the time. It's just great to be here. This morning, let's get ourselves into a prayerful, quieter space. I invite you to close your eyes and feel your feet firmly on he ground with the earth beneath you holding you up, and just take a deep breath. The Lord be with you.
    Gracious God thank you for this gorgeous, gorgeous day on the second Sunday of Lent. It is chilly outside but that cool air reminds us that you are with us wherever.
    Oh friends, the world is heavy right now. I don't know about you, but I am feeling that loss of sleep from last night on top of what feels like a very turbulent world. Things in Ukraine don't seem to be getting better. Innocent people are losing their lives really senselessly. We are not yet out of the Covid woods.
    Raise your hand if you feel just a little bit tired or weary today. I share in your weariness.
    My message today is going to be a reflection on the Psalm. The Psalmist in Psalm 27 (and psalmist is just a fancy word for someone who writes a song) so the author, who is probably King David, is clearly distressed in this psalm. However, Kind David tells God that he trusts God. David trusts in God's plan and God's salvation and in God's love for us. And I really love that he asks God to guide him, to teach him and to be kind to him.
    These are all things that we can ask God for, especially when we're overwhelmed. Sometimes it feels like there's too much, and we can say, "God, please guide me, just walk with me." And that's really cool!
    My favorite part of this psalm, though, are the final two verses (page 3 of our leaflet) The final two verses, why don't we read these together:

    "I truly believe I will live to see the Lord's Goodness. Wait for the Lord's help. Be strong and brave and wait for the Lord's help."

    "I truly believe that I will to see the Lord's Goodness." Isn't so powerful? It's such a powerful, prayerful, hopeful statement. There's soo much assurance and love in just that one statement, let alone the entire psalm. Kind David believed he would see the Goodness of God, and he did. And if you remember a few Sunday's ago when we talked about Jesus' presentation in the temple and we met our friend Simeon in the temple, Simeon believed he would live to see the Lord's Goodness, and he did.

    When it feels like everything around us is starting to crumble or crack (and it may actually be cracking, who knows? ) we can turn to the words of the psalms for immense comfort and inspiration. Sometimes if I'm having a frustrated day I find someone who is frustrated in the psalms. And those were written thousands of years ago, and yet I can still go back to those words and remind myself that what I am feeling is shared by others. The psalms are such a human experience because they were written by people just like you and me, and to know that we have a shared experience of human feeling and human connection through God is remarkable.

    Reading the psalms helps us remember that we are not alone in our experiences of suffering or pain, nor are we alone in experiences of joy and excitement and love. God is at the center of the psalms just like God is at the center of each one of you.

    This week, I invite you to pray one of the psalms together as a family. You can choose the one that's appointed for the day, or you can do Bible roulette where you just open to a page and there's the psalm - that one's fun - but see how much that effects your prayer and attitude for the better in the subsequent days, enjoying that shared experience, feeling the feelings of the psalms, reading that beautiful poetry. Soak up every moment of that poetry and that love with God.

    We will get through this with God's help. We will be strong and brave and we will wait for the Lord's help. And if you don't believe, ask Kind David, or Simeon, or John the Baptist, or Mary, or so many other people, but we will get through it. Amen.Permission to podcast/stream music in this service obtained from One License with license #A-701187 and CCLI with license #21234241 and #21234234. All rights reserved.

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  • Tune into the sermon from the Rev. Jarrett Kerbel for the First Sunday in Lent, March 6, 2022.

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    Today's readings are:
    Deuteronomy 26:1-11 Romans 10:8b-13 Luke 4:1-13 Psalm 91:1-2, 9-16Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net: https://lectionarypage.net/
    Please join me in a spirit of prayer.

    Lord God, we give you thanks that your word is very near us even on our lips and in our hearts and we thank you that that word is about its work of saving us, saving us from our collective human madness and for all the ways we afflict ourselves. In Christ's name we pray. Amen.

    The ashes of Ash Wednesday this week mingled with the ashes of warfare in my mind. When Putin put his nuclear weapons on high alert, my soul went on high alert and these ashes, these ashes of Ash Wednesday mingled with the dread of being reduced to ash by nuclear war.

    A felt, vivid fear that I remember all too clearly from childhood. A horror that had gone dormant since the Cold War ended. Dormant even though the weapons were all still there. A horror, a fear, a dread shared by every kid I knew growing up. We would compare notes about the dreams we would have about mushroom clouds in our neighborhood. Towering, glowing, fearsome explosions seeming to come for us.

    Ash Wednesday, those ashes remind us every year of our humble origins in the dust of the earth. The ashes on our foreheads remind us that we are held in life only by God's creative goodness and grace. And yet knowing that, knowing the gift of life, knowing the gift of this world, we humans who wear those humble ashes are still so misguided, so arrogant, so sinful and distorted, that once again we've maneuvered ourselves into the possibility of mass incineration, mass genocide, global extinction.

    To not react with horror, to not react with painful, moral horror is simply to be spiritually dead. And who can read these temptations today without thinking about the war in Ukraine? The temptation to rule by domination and force. The temptation to build an empire of control to be despotic, tyrannical. It is not alien to the human soul at any time.

    While we are absolutely right to condemn Russia's aggression. We need to avoid the risk of self righteousness, forgetting our own history of invasions and the consequences of those aggressions we still live with. While I still fully support Ukraine, in their self defense, I must remember and I hope we all remember that war in the teaching of the church is always a product of sinfulness and only ever rises to the status of necessary evil.

    Meaning, it's always to be mourned and lamented. It's always something we must work to prevent. And we must name its evil so we can mourn it and give loving care to all who are affected by it. Praying for Ukrainian and Russian alike.

    Turning to scripture, which has so much to teach us today, oddly enough, I find myself agreeing with the devil. The devil knows scripture. And the devil is quoting Psalm 91 and Psalm 91 which we heard beautifully sung by the choir is very comforting for me right at this moment. This is the Psalm the devil pulls from when Jesus is on the pinnacle of the temple and when I am frightened, I need to remember that Psalm in its comforting words which say "God is my shelter, my refuge, my stronghold, the one I can trust." That beautiful line that we can imagine is addressed to us. "Because the righteous one is bonded to me in love, I will deliver him." I need to hear that assurance addressed to me because I need comfort.

    And just as a small aside because you're probably shocked that I'm agreeing with the devil from the pulpit. It's okay to agree with the devil because in the Bible, the devil is a literary figure with a specific task and his task assigned by God is to test the righteous.

    Think of the story of Job. Jesus who is the very embodied righteousness of God is being tested so to clarify his person and his mission so that he may be more clearly revealed for who he is for us. And the devil in his desire to test always gets things wrong and he got something wrong this time too. And his mistake is simply this, trusting God is not an opiate.

    Trusting God is not a painkiller. The life of faithfulness is full of struggle and threat and discomfort. As a friend said to me this week, Jesus shows us that the way of faithfulness, the way that he embodies is both hard and good. Hard and good live together. If we want the easy way out, we have the wrong Lord.

    And this is what Jesus is proving to us in the wilderness and maybe proving to himself he shows that he is ready to live within his limits. What kind of son of God will Jesus be? One who suffers, one who struggles, one who is thrust into a world that has power over him, and this son of God will be fully faithful to God within the constraints of human life which is why we can hope, which is why we in our limits have hope.

    He does not accept that comfort of Psalm 91. He turns it away quoting scripture back to the devil because he knows the way of redemption confronts the powers, confronts the principalities and powers, confronts the deadly dominating power of empire. Not through cheap tricks and feats of daring by leaping off of temples but through the cross.

    Jesus will be lifted up. He'll be lifted up on a high place. But it won't be an easy out. It will be the cross, and on the way to that cross, and the reason he gets to that cross is he's confronting every evil, every toxic effect of sin that corrupts and destroys our humanity along his way, and in that cross, he extinguishes all that opposes God in that unmatched act of faithful, loving resistance.

    Jesus knows the way will be hard. And that the way is good.

    And we know this because we've been listening. in Eucharistic Prayer C which we'll pray today and we use during Lent we say these very important words, "deliver us from the presumption of coming to this table for solace only and not for strength, for pardon only and not for renewal" even in the moment of our greatest comfort and solace we are challenged into faithfulness.

    When Jesus is arguing with the devil, the devil is quoting the Psalms and Jesus is quoting Deuteronomy. And one of the characteristic preoccupations of Deuteronomy is this fear that in prosperity, Israel will forget what God has done for them and who God is for them. Just like Deuteronomy 26 today.

    But Israel when they enter the promised land and become prosperous and secure, when the text says they inhabit other people's houses and take over other people's orchards and fields -it's right there in the text, they're taking over someone else's occupied land - Will they remember God and what God has done for them? Will they remember their God with their first fruits? Will they recognize the gift of all they have? Will they acknowledge the sacred or trample the sacred and worship the work of their own hands? It's this forgetfulness about who God is and what God has done for us and how we are God's people that the prosperous are especially at risk of forgetting according to the Bible.

    Indeed, the prosperous mind often turns God into an abstraction. God becomes vague, impotent, a notion, an idea, not a force that can push us, pull us, move us, change us, surround us, comfort us. And once again, Jesus is our comparison. He remembers who he is. He remembers who God the father is and doing so he resists the temptation to be something more than he is. Something more than he is.

    He's not going to be a Superman. He's not going to display the will to power. He will not be a Charlatan, a trickster. He will not offer cheap, dishonest grace. He's not a manipulator. He won't present himself as invulnerable or impermeable. He will not be a tyrant. He is tempted like we are in every way and yet he is faithful. Jesus knows that the way is hard and the way is good.

    For that hard way, Jesus gives us some help today. He teaches us frankly and honestly and he shows us a practice I want to commend to you. When we struggle with whatever bedevils us, and we are bedeviled people, let's face it. How about we try on the practice of quoting scripture to ourselves? I do it. I hope you will do it. When I'm triggered by my compulsions, when I'm triggered by my fears, when I'm triggered by my neurotic inner life, I simply interrupt the cycle and I insert a verse from a Psalm like Psalm 91 "God, you are my refuge and my stronghold."

    God, you are my refuge and my stronghold and those words of comfort can center me for the faith I try to follow even when I'm afraid. Or I say to myself, "you are bound to me in love. Deliver me."

    You are bound to me in love. Deliver me. And my fear can Go away in part and I can function again in my limits and my faithfulness. My cravings can retreat. My compulsions subside because Jesus has gently reminded me that he is my Lord and he does this for me.

    Maybe it sounds too easy. Maybe I could be accused of being cheap, but here's what I believe and here is my experience. That I am joining a struggle that has already been won. The powers that bedevil us inside and out have been defeated. Ultimately defeated by the death and resurrection of Jesus so that we can be saved, saved even from ourselves.

    Amen.




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