Innocence and Suffering

Today the Episcopal Church remembers the “Holy Innocents,” the subject of the “Coventry Carol” so often heard at Christmas time. We remember the slaughter of “every make child two years and under” by King Herod because of his well documented ego and paranoia. Afraid that the “newborn King of the Jews” would usurp his throne, he had the children killed to eliminate his competition.

While in all likelihood, the children suffered little (a swift death is often merciful), the agony of the parents is without parallel. Even though I do not have children, I have been assured by members of my own family that there is no greater loss to be experienced than the loss of a child, regardless of their age. In many ways, the death of one’s child upsets the natural order – children are to outlive their parents – or so it is our common wisdom.

The fact remains that infant mortality has declined greatly in our society. The great pandemics (influenza, typhus, cholera) seem almost non-existent to most of us, even as one more rears its ugly head. These diseases claimed many innocent lives only two generations ago, before the advent of modern antibiotics. And now children may die for the decision not to vaccinate them. While the death of children may have been more common and even expected years ago, the sense of loss is no less poignant whenever and for whatever reason it happens.

 
We only need to see the evening news with images of the children now being infected with COVID, the children of Latin America at the southern border, those fleeing Northern Africa across the Mediterranean. So many children. so many innocent seeking only safety and a better life.

The message of this day, however, is that out of such horrible suffering, God can change things. Even though these parents suffered such tragic and profound loss, God delivered the Christ Child by a dream message to Joseph, who took the Child and his mother to Egypt to escape the tyranny of Herod. When the Child returns, he will be the salvation of the world and proclaim a kingdom of justice and truth that would outlast any attempt by Herod to assure his own power.

That hope must be ours today – as many children suffer needlessly because of greed, prejudice, and the lust for power in nations throughout the world. We listen to the promise of Christ and carry the message of his kingdom into our world. If we remain faithful to its values and its promise, we, too, may see the “mighty cast from their thrones” so that the lowly, the powerless and voiceless innocents of our world might then be “lifted up.”

Consider well and bear in mind

Furst Christmas Eve Family Service - 2015

Christmas is a time for nostalgia. One of my favorite music sources is Holiday Traditions on Sirius/XM, the satellite radio service. Bing Crosby, the Percy Faith Orchestra, Perry Como, Dean Martin, Ella Fitzgerald, Steve and Edie, and on and on. They all remind me of childhood days when we could not wait for the next Christmas album, sponsored by Goodyear or Firestone to arrive at our local Western Auto store. My dad would buy the album and we’d play it (and the ones before it in the series) over and over until the grooves would no longer track the needle on our stereo phonograph (Yes, I know. There are many who may read this and wonder what in the world I am talking about. Just ask your parents.)

Anyway, just hearing those classics brings memories of family traditions, Christmas tress toppled over by the cat as my mother completed decorating, gifts, and cookies – lots of cookies. And, of course, Midnight Mass.

These memories are always welcome and can create a comforting reverie. But those daydreams seldom recall the family tensions, arguments, or disappointments that accompanied those happy memories. As humans, we tend only to remember the good parts and try to sock the uncomfortable stuff away, out of sight and out of mind. If we are honest, though, we realize that music induced reveries are not reality. The good ol’ days weren’t always all that “good.” Perhaps there is a lesson here for us in the difficult days of our Christmas present.

The many months or the COVID-19 pandemic have been difficult and for many, deeply painful. Most of us continue to live with anxious spirits about when all this will end – when we can get back to what we account as “normal.” That time of “normal” may be what has become for us in the present, the good ol’ days.

But just like our nostalgic reveries, we  must remember that the old normal may not have been all that “good.” Our continuing response to the challenges of the pandemic are teaching many what is genuinely important. Increasingly, studies are showing us that there has been a wholesale reassessment of just what is important in our lives. Staffing difficulties, for instance, tell us that people are no longer wanting to waste their precious energies on work that doesn’t pay enough or isn’t rewarding enough to make it worthwhile. We, in turn, get frustrated because of long lines, long waits, and the need to ask ourselves, is it our instant gratification really worth it?

Many of those “Christmas Classics” on the music services were written in times of great challenge – the unemployment and pain caused by the Great Depression of the 1930s – the shortages and rationing occasioned by the war effort in the 40s. Irving Berlin wrote the wistful lyrics and yearning melody of “White Christmas” (1941) to give soldiers a reminder of what awaited them on their return home. Of course, as the years ensued, so many did not return.

So, maybe we need to recognize that these are the good ol’ days of a future generation. Just how we gather and celebrate the deeper meanings of Christmas can provide the “comfort and joy” we so eagerly desire. We can learn to live “in the moment” by recognizing just what we have and how fortunate we really are. Remembering the past does no good if we cannot learn from it. It is even less helpful is all we want is to return to it. Let’s make this Christmas one to remember – forget the flash and get to the real core of what Christmas – and we – are about. Take guidance from the opening verse of the Wessex Carol:

Good people all, this Christmas time

Consider well and bear in mind

What our good God for us has done

In sending his beloved son

If we join our hearts and minds in this endeavor, we will remember this Christmas as fondly as any that has gone before. Merry Christmas!

Well done good and faithful servant . . .

 

Can you count how many people you have met in life? We may not be able to do that accurately, but we might be able to trace the transformation that certain people have brought in us. These people could work this change because human nature is pliable, malleable, able to grow.

November is often a time to think about the past. At the end of the month, we will think over the last year or so, so that we can count our blessings at Thanksgiving. In that case, we are often drawn to our immediate circumstances – we give thanks for our health, our homes, our family ties. In the Church, the beginning of November gives us occasion to look back specifically at the people that have come and gone in our lives.

As we gather to celebrate the Feast of All Saints and the Commemoration of All Souls, take a moment to think of the men and women who made you the person you are. Then let your heart give way to gratitude:

• Your mom, teaching you to bake.
• The coach, who taught you to love the sport and to excel at it.
• The teacher, who introduced you to the love of reading.
• The older sibling, who modeled how to deal with challenges.
• The aunt, who listened to you and made you an empathetic person.
• The kid, two years ahead of you in high school, who did not belittle you, who made you believe the coming adult world would not be so bad.

Ponder for a while how different your life would be if you had never encountered them. How can you not be moved to gratitude for who they are and what they have brought into your life? Then, consider what comes after this life. Here, in this world, everything ebbs and flows. We gain, and we suffer loss. Heaven, on the other hand, is often seen as our joyful reward – where we truly become what God intended us to be from the moment of our creation. There, nothing is lost, nothing drops from the hand of God. There is no weakening or wilting.

The lives of the saints involve a true and lasting satisfaction, yet Scripture tells us heaven is not static, not an eternal stillness. Why not? Because God is the source of all creativity! So, heaven is not merely lovely mausoleum. It is a mill of blessing and an ever-flowing fountain life.

St. Paul teaches us that the core of Jesus’ mission and ministry was to reconcile us to God – to make us all acceptable in God’s sight:

Indeed, if, while we were enemies, we were reconciled to God through the death of his Son, how much more, once reconciled, will we be saved by his life. (Romans 5:10)

We know by the experience of others that the transformation of our soul is never complete as we walk the earth – there is always more to know, to love, to change. So how does God prefect this reconciliation as we make the transition from this world to the next?

Through the centuries, Christians have been counselled to pray for the dead. There is much about this that is difficult to understand and even more difficult to explain. Here is what is essential: Our encounter with God changes everything! Our final reconciliation to God is not worked out in a place or over time. Rather we might think about this process of dying as reaching heaven’s porch, the antechamber where God meets us and embraces us in renewing love and mercy. That cosmic embrace, that hug, is what works the transformation, finishes what is yet incomplete about our perfection in God. When we join our hearts to God’s heart in prayer for those who have died, we participate in that wonderful work of love.

Hear the words from one of the appointed readings for the funeral rite in the Book of Common Prayer

In the time of their visitation they shall shine, and shall dart about as sparks through stubble (Wisdom 3:7).

Those who struggle with the notion of our need for transformation after death make two mistakes: They esteem themselves too highly by thinking they are already perfected, and they insufficiently imagine the experience of the glory of God. Remember that you once thought your life was good enough, until you fell in love, until your child was born, until the right person came along. Then everything that went before seemed so very impoverished. That is what happens when we encounter true love. It is but a shadow of what we experience in this final, eternal encounter with God.

Now think again about the people whom you were destined to meet, who changed everything about you. Think on how they began this last, complete encounter with God. Wouldn’t you want to be part of what makes them whole and entire as God created them to be? As the early days of November dawn, pray for the dead – for those we have loved – and for those who had no one to love them in this world. Join your hearts to the heart of God as he welcomes them.

Well done, good and faithful servant! . . . Enter into the joy of your master!’
(Matthew 25:23)

Only Your Love and Your Grace

 

It is deeply human to celebrate milestones in life. The way we choose to mark such occasions matters. Think of the birthdays, weddings, anniversaries, and national holidays that pepper your calendar every year. The time off you yearn for in your vacation. Think about the gifts you’ve bought for the people you love – to congratulate, to celebrate and to show your care and affection when they get a promotion or achieve a life goal.

We are fundamentally social creatures. Evolution and psychology tell us that we are hard-wired for living in communities. Even though in our age of instant communication we are far more networked and our circles of influence are much wider, we still need other people not only to survive but to thrive. Celebrating milestones reinforces our connections to other and allows us to know each other better. Even trauma – traumas like our recent pandemic – bond us together because it reinforces how much we really need each other. 

I have been reflecting on a couple of significant personal milestones. Last December, in the middle of our COVID winter (figuratively and literally), I became Medicare eligible. (Yes, I turned sixty-five.) This was particularly significant for me, because, in part, none of my grandparents lived that long. My maternal grandmother lived the longest – 61 years. My parents outlived them but only because advances in medicine allowed my father to undergo two rounds of open-heart surgery. Pharmacology prolonged my mother’s life by several years as she struggled with a combination of chronic illnesses. Both have now been gone nearly twenty years. Yet, I remain extremely grateful that I have been blessed with reasonably good health: some reparative surgeries and some physical therapy here and there keep me going strong.  All this makes it hard to believe that I am now older than my grandparents and seem on track soon to surpass my parents in healthy longevity.

On September 1^st, I began my seventh year at St. Luke’s – significant because I have been privileged to serve you as priest and pastor longer than I have served any other single community. And on the 17^th of this month, as we celebrate our patronal feast of St. Luke, I will celebrate the fortieth anniversary of my ordination as a priest.

This last milestone, my ordination anniversary, came into clear focus a little while ago, when I was referred to as “one of the senior priests of the diocese.” Senior priest? Oh my. As that conversation progressed, I realized that many of my colleagues around the diocese were submitting letters of retirement to the Bishop and Church Pension Fund. It caught me up short. By a quirk of the calendar, I was always the youngest person in my class – grade school, high school, college and even seminary. That was a lot of practice at “being the youngest.” So, being an elder among my colleagues was not something I often envisioned – until now.

And yet, I observe these latest milestones with immense gratitude to God, because it is only by God’s grace in Christ that I have been able to see them pass into the rearview mirror. I am extremely grateful for the people I have come to know and serve through more than forty years of ministry – as a lay person, as a deacon, and as a priest. Every person – each one of you – has influenced my growth as a servant-leader among you. Without you, the People of God, I would be nothing – nothing at all.

As I pass these milestones, and look toward new ones, I earnestly pray words that I learned many, many years ago and which have become the byword of my life:

Take, Lord, receive all my liberty, my memory, my understanding, my entire will, all that I have and all that I possess. You have given all to me; now I return it. Give me only your love and your grace. These are enough for me. Then do with me as you will, according to your good pleasure.  (St. Ignatius of Loyola)

Angels Unawares

 

For over 55 years the “Episcopal Church Welcomes You” sign identified Episcopal churches to people around the world. These signs became one of the most recognizable symbols of our denomination. At their inception, the signs were considered an important part of the Church’s outreach to the world. Regrettably, many of these signs have not weathered the years well. Many have rusted and faded from years of exposure. Some are bent. Others lean as their stanchions shifted with the soil beneath. In seeing these signs, I often ask, “What are these signs saying about our Church?”

St. Luke’s has not used this ubiquitous symbol at its campus for quite some time. Did you know that we DO use them on the major roads leading into the City of Lebanon? When was the last time you noticed one of these? How often do you think others do?

Merriam-Webster offers one definition of a sign: a display (such as a lettered board or a configuration of neon tubing) used to identify or advertise a place of business or a product. As such, “The Episcopal Church welcomes you!” is a sign of something more than the mere present of a church building or a schedule of services. The word “welcomes” tells others that in the Episcopal Church, there are no “strangers” – that all will be considered as “part of us.”

Static metal signs along the road do not do justice to the dynamic human relationship that underlies the word “welcome.” Welcoming is a deeply human activity. It speaks of the willingness of one person to go out of their way for another – even someone whom they do not know. Perhaps one of the reasons that many churches experience decline is that their words do not match their actions. The signs may say “welcome” but upon entering, strangers experience something else.

It is almost never the case (at least in most churches I have entered), that members intentionally snubbed me. However, it has frequently been the case that I entered and went fairly much unnoticed – except maybe for a kind gesture at The Peace. Families and friends exchanged pleasantries all around me, but I might as well have been made of cellophane [“Look right through me, walk right ‘round me . . .” goes the song, “Mr. Cellophane” in the musical Chicago]. I didn’t make a dent in folks’ awareness. They were unaware of the gifts I possessed and the difference that I might have made in their community. The sign said, “Welcome.” Their actions said, “So what?’

Maybe I am belaboring a point. But I deeply believe it should be a point well taken, especially as we emerge from our COVID exile. People everywhere hunger to belong – to be valued – to be welcomed. It is perhaps one of the most important things we can do as a church community. To be taken in – even while a stranger – can make all the difference to a stressed-out working mother, to a father worried about the well-being of his family, to a young adult searching for identity and for meaning.

As a community, we need to reflect on all the ways we create real and living “signs” of welcome – not only by making sure someone is given a kind greeting but also in the ways we make our physical home accessible to those who might be challenged in some way. Not only by handing someone a bulletin but also in the way we show them where the restrooms might be. Not only in offering a beverage and a snack, but also in the way we arrange our rooms so that people feel safe and comfortable.

These are only a few considerations. There are so many more. I hope that we, as a community, will enter deep conversations about how we, as a parish family, can be increasingly hospitable to “the other” as one way of rising to the challenge to “gather differently and better.”

Between two trees

 

Evelyn Waugh noted, "If it could only be like this always–always summer, always alone, the fruit always ripe." With the dawn of August, we begin to feel summer slip away as the days almost imperceptibly get shorter, the nights a bit cooler. Corn has ripened. Tomatoes are ready to come in. As summer edges into autumn, we become just a bit more sensitive to our natural environment. More so this year, perhaps, because of a real sense of genuinely cosmic changes to this “earth, our island home.”

Regrettably, discussions of how our environment is changing have become increasingly divisive. I am compelled to ask, “Why?” We might find it less so if we examined our positions on the question less from the frame of politics and more from a theological point of view.

Perhaps we might do better if we:

1. Take a fresh look at scripture.

The creation accounts in Genesis 1-2 are about our assigned task of tending the garden. It is global act of stewardship. It seems the Israelites took this charge seriously. In Deuteronomy 20:19-20, Moses taught the people of God about what we might call “sustainability.” When building military fortifications, God’s people were to leave fruit-bearing trees standing and only cut down flowering trees which bear no fruit.

How startling for us to read in that God’s covenant is not only with people but also with birds, wild animals and “creeping things of the ground” (Hosea 2:18). St. Paul asserts that just as humans are awaiting liberation from the cruel bondage of sin and decay, so is creation itself (Romans 8:19-21). In Christ, “God was pleased to reconcile to himself all things, whether on earth or in heaven…” (Colossians 1:20).

2. Reclaim a theology of the goodness of God and of humanity.

Right-Left, red-blue, conservative-progressive – it seems nearly impossible for all to agree on some common ground. But on these things, there can be no dispute: God is creator, creation is good, humans are stewards, and life is sacred. But the Scriptures also show us that when fear and greed replace trust and gratitude, moral pollution (sin) develops, which can, in turn be mirrored in the pollution of our environment.

The Hebrew prophets make this important connection. People who are careless in the treatment of the land are often careless in the way they treat God (Jeremiah 2:7). Wendell Berry insists creation care is not primarily a scientific, technological, or political question. In The Presence of Nature in the Natural World: A Long Conversation, Berry argues that behind the economic issue is the spiritual question: “What is happening to our souls?” The two are inextricably linked.

3. Re-examine pop culture eschatology.

If the only reason Jesus came to earth was to orchestrate our emergency evacuation, then what happens to the earth does not matter. Taken to an unhealthy extreme, the popular series of novels, Left Behind, perpetuates an irresponsible view of creation care. Namely, that in the end, God is going to blow all this up anyway, so we have no need to worry about poisoning our planet. Yet, our theological affirmations about the goodness of God and the sacredness of creation clearly operate from different assumption. The first two chapters of the book of Genesis lead into an unmistakable conclusion by constantly repeating “and God saw that it was good.” Notice carefully, the words are “It is good,” not “It is disposable.”

4. Place Matthew 7:12 in the center of our environmental awareness.

Reframe the “Golden Rule” in environmental terms: “Do unto others’ water and air what you want done to yours” casts creation care as a justice issue. Increasingly, studies show that climate change disproportionately impacts the people who have only minimal capacity to influence their environment. This includes those that live in older sections of our cities and towns. It disproportionately affects people of color. Air quality in these communities remains problematic: lead based paints, friable asbestos insulations, remnants of heavy industry, to name a few. Did you know that, for example, thirty-nine per cent of Americans who live near coal powered electric plants are people of color and their children are four times more likely to suffer from asthma than their white counterparts?

5. De-politicize creation care.

I grew up on in a rural community where in a required junior high “ag” class, I learned about crop rotation, soil conservation and land management. We didn’t have to check with our favored political party to see if it was fashionable to husband earth’s resources carefully. We might be better able to bridge political and theological divides if we simply learned to speak one another’s language. For example, because air pollution harms the unborn, creation care can be understood within a pro-life framework; or as Gushee and Stassen affirm in Kingdom Ethics, the mindless depletion of natural resources becomes the ecological equivalent of living beyond our means. Now that’s a political principle on which both Right and Left, Conservative and Progressive can stand.

As Christians, when it comes to climate issues, we can and must insist on better from our elected officials. We must insist that we are not interested in continuing tiresome rants, but that we expect wholesome, creative solutions.

6. Take some creation-care baby steps.

So, what can we do – as individuals and as a faith community? Begin by become more familiar with issues involved in climate science. For instance, begin a new practice in your personal recycling and use of water. Challenge ourselves to rethink some of its habits related to plastic and paper goods. Write your legislators about an environmental issue that concerns you. Choose a monthly creation care project that can involve your entire family.

Over the summer, Other Mary introduced some creation care lessons for our children that this season focus primarily on water (see our formation webpage at https://www.journeyinfaith-stlukeslebanon.org/care-for-gods-creation.html). Maybe we need also to strike up some adult conversations about how might become better stewards of not only our financial but also our natural resources.

Our faith story begins with a tree (Genesis 2:15) and ends with one (Revelation 22:2). Everything in between those two trees is about our environmental stewardship – carefully tending what has been entrusted to us.

Moving Beyond Inalienable Rights

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.

These famous words began the declaration of independence for thirteen colonies from the British Crown. Ever since, citizens of these former colonies and their descendants have struggled to understand their meaning. While the text declares that it should all be self-evident, the internal struggles that have characterized our body politic ever since say otherwise.

Who are “men”? In July 1776, these “men” included white, largely Protestant, land-owning males – a rather narrow interpretation by today’s standards. Thus, from the moment ink was laid on parchment, our nation began a journey that continues still.

The roiling controversies of the last few years have tested and strained the institutions that arose from these words – institutions that nearly all Americans hold sacred, since, we believe, they exist to safeguard those “inalienable rights.”

But rights are slippery things. Our national discourse is suffused with “rights talk.” Yet, as they say, talk is cheap. The real test comes when we seek to balance rights with one another. It is often said, “Your rights end where mine begin.” That is not a bad formulation, but it is just as vague as the concept it tries to illuminate. So, we end up back where we began.

After years of careful study, I would assert that the balance is not so much between the rights of individuals but in the relationship between the exercise of one’s rights and the common good.  Seeing it from this perspective diminishes the emphasis on individualism – that worldview that say “I” am the most important consideration and only “I” can judge what is good (for me).

I think most of us who seek to follow The Way of Jesus already recognize the difficulties with such obvious individualism. Regrettably, our society is infused with this perspective, and it is difficult not to fall prey to its traps. Most of us, at some level, will act in an individualistic manner – usually unconsciously. This makes it all the most important to step back and reflect before we make an assertion like, “It’s my right to . . .” Upon reflection, we may see that often, we use the cover of “rights talk” to mask what are merely our own desires and preferences.

This idea about rights and the common good has its root in our baptismal covenant. Perhaps we might find less rancor, less division in our civil discourse if we took the space and the time we needed to reflect on these realities. We might begin by asking ourselves, “How does the assertion of my ‘right’ have an impact on the common good?” Beyond that, we, as Episcopalians, might specify that question further, “How does asserting my ‘right’ help me to strive for justice and peace and to respect the dignity of every human being?” Imagine how the various elements of our society’s response to the COVID-19 pandemic might have been less divisive and less rancorous if we simply took the time to think and to formulate a reasonable idea about what we were feeling by asking these questions.

As followers of The Way, Christ commands us not only to strive for justice but also to grow in love. While rights are ultimately about justice, love moves us beyond merely what is owed (the arena of rights), to that which is freely given (the arena of love).  While we, as citizens, must uphold those inalienable rights of which the Declaration speaks, we, as Christians, must go the extra mile. In so doing, we create not merely the “shining city on the hill” envisioned by many of our nations forebearers, but the kingdom of God itself – the new Jerusalem, where God becomes all in all.

I hope that you all have a safe and happy Independence Day celebration.

The Lost Year

When you read this, I will have had the pleasure of watching our niece and her intended take the solemn covenantal vows of marriage unto themselves. This happy event was originally scheduled for Memorial Day weekend of last year. But we all know what was happening then: the full force of the pandemic was yet to come. 

We thought it couldn’t get any worse. Well, it did. Millions fell ill (and continue to do so) and hundreds of thousands died. Yet, because God has “blessed us with memory, reason, and skill” (BCP 372), we grow in confidence as we emerge from our lockdowns because of extremely effective vaccines. Carefully. Slowly. Gratefully. We take tentative steps toward a “new normal.” The fact remains that we will be forever changed by this experience even as generations past were changed by the traumas that they suffered and endured. 

Back to the wedding. Renee and Brian decided to postpone their nuptials and were able to schedule them for this Memorial Day, hoping against hope, that the threat of COVID-19 would have abated. Well, they just made it. Meanwhile, I often catch myself thinking, “Last year we _________” (you fill in the blank), only to catch myself and having to adjust my thoughts, “No, it was two years ago when we ______.” 

Like Renee and Brian, the pandemic forced millions of Americans to cancel major life events: weddings and anniversary celebrations, rites of passage and family events, proms and graduation ceremonies, retirement parties. But the outbreak also thwarted plans that cannot be easily rescheduled for the brighter months ahead. In a way, COVID-19 behaved like a thief, stealing precious time that may be lost forever. The pandemic kept us from growing our families, starting careers, visiting elderly loved ones. It deferred dreams. It has reshaped the course of countless lives. Its full impact will most likely not be known to us in this generation. It will be for historians in a future generation to assess just how we were changed. 

 At St. Luke’s we lost souls from among our own number. Gratefully only a few because of the ravages of the virus. But the havoc wrought by this wretched germ disallowed even the basic processes of grieving and of marking lives well lived for those whom God called unto himself. Like Renee and Brian, we were all told to hang tight, to wait – better days are ahead. Tentatively, we now allow ourselves to believe that those promised better days actually may be dawning. 

If we have learned anything from this experience, we ought to have learned that each day is a precious gift and not to be wasted. The film Dead Poets Society made “Carpe diem!” a popular phrase several years ago. Well, now I believe, it takes on new meaning. “Seize the day!” must become a watchword for us who follow the Risen Christ as we see the need for healing and renewal in our world. So that we may be good stewards of time in the days ahead, may our constant prayer be simply this: 

Lord, open our eyes to see your hand at work in the world about us. Deliver us from the presumption of coming to you for solace only and not for strength, for pardon only and not for true renewal. Make us truly one in Christ that we may worthily serve the world in your name. Amen. 

 With you as a companion on The Way, 

David+

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