March 31,
2019
Laetare
Sunday
Luke
13.1-3,11b-32
+ As you may have heard, the writer and Episcopal priest Barbara
Brown Taylor was at Concordia College last Tuesday. It’s one of the few times I
have ever been star-struck—and I’ve met some fairly famous people in my life
(at least famous by my personal pantheon of famous people). I was even fortunate enough to be seated at
the head table at a supper in her honor that evening, just one person over from
her.
In fact, I even got to talk to her. And what did we discuss?
We discussed St. Stephen’s! Or more specifically what we do here.
At some point in the evening, I was talking to a student beside
me, who was asking questions about the Episcopal Church. When she asked what I
loved most about being Episcopalian, I said it was our theology about the
Eucharist.
Barbara Brown Taylor, who was talking to someone else, turned and
said, “I heard the word ‘Eucharist.’”
I then explained to her our views on the Eucharist here, about our
open invitation
of all people present here are welcome to Holy Communion, not
just the baptized (which is very controversial, I know, even among some of you)
She smiled and we had the discussion I often have about the Last Supper and my
view that we do not know who was baptized and who wasn’t at the Last Supper
(actually we know only One who was at that meal).
I then said that somehow the Eucharist has become this privileged
meal for only those who are “in”—which is exactly what we can imagine Jesus
would not want it to be—an exclusive little private meal for the privileged.
At some point the conversation turned to St. Stephen’s being the
only congregation in the Diocese to be allowed to same-sex marriage, and our
DEPO process. She was particularly impressed with this.
I explained that, as of May 1, the thing we fought so hard to do
here at St. Stephen’s will now be the norm in the Diocese of North Dakota.
She said, “You guys are trailblazers.”
“And rebels,” I added. “
The conversation turned briefly to religious communities on the
edge. At that point, she was asked to give a question and answer period so we
never finished our conversation.
But during her talk later that evening, Barbara Brown Taylor
talked about religious communities on the edge. And it gave me a bit of pride
knowing that she knew of an Episcopal church in Fargo, North Dakota that was
one of those communities.
We are one of those communities. We have been out on the edge in
our ministries throughout our entire history. And, I can say this, being out here on the
edge is important, but it isn’t always fun.
There’s a downside to being rebellious. It can be very isolating. Oftentimes,
the rebel is all alone in the cause of rebellion. There are days when it feels
like one is Don Quixote fighting windmills. And it’s exhausting.
To stand up for what it right, to often be at odds with those in authority,
to finally have make a decision to step back and not cow tail to authorities
who do not respect you or respect the worth and dignity of other human beings or
respect the stand you’ve made, is very hard. And now that we are pondering the
end of DEPO and our own reconciliation with the Diocese of North Dakota, we are
also facing a difficult moment.
How to do so when there has been so much pain and so much hurt
between us? Because we do have to acknowledge the fact that, we made the right
stand. The proof is in the pudding.
What we stood up for in 2015 is now the norm in the Diocese and
the rest of the Episcopal Church. For the naysayers in 2015, I hate to say
this, but—I told you so. I told you this was exactly what was going to happen. What we stood up for then is now the norm. And we needed to make that stand then. We needed to be that force in 2015. We needed
to stand up and be a safe place in a diocese that did not feel safe for many of
us.
Yes, when that decision not to allow same-sex marriage rites in
this diocese when the rest of the Church did, it did not feel like a safe place
in this Diocese for many of us. And for
the people who have been married through St. Stephen’s, who have been affirmed
by our stand, it was totally and completely worth it!
Yes, now is the time for reconciliation. Now is the time for us to
move back into our rightful place in this diocese.
But…and I am going to emphatic on this: for reconciliation to
happen in this diocese, we have to realize that it is going to be a two-way
reconciliation. It is not time for us to come groveling back.
We did nothing wrong in our stand and in what was said and done in
2015. I want to be clear: we are NOT the Prodigal Sons returning home in this. And
I want that to be very clear about that as we proceed forward in this diocese.
But, although we are not the Prodigal Son, we can definitely find ourselves
relating to the story Jesus tells this morning in our Gospel reading. We have all been down that road of rebellion
and found that, sometimes, it is a lonely road, as I said. Sometimes we do find
ourselves lying there, hungry and lonely and thinking about what might have
been.
But for me, in those lonely moments, I have tried to keep my eye
on the goal. I am, after all, one of
those people who habitually makes goals for myself. I
always need to set something before me to work toward. Otherwise I feel aimless. Goals are good things, after all.
In our Gospel for today, we find the Prodigal Son have some big
goals and some pretty major hopes and dreams. First and foremost, he wants what a lot of us
in our society want and dream about: money. He also seems a bit bored by his
life. He is biting at the bit to get out and see the world—a feeling many of us
who grew up in North Dakota felt at times in our lives. He wants the exact
opposite of what he has. The grass is always greener on the other side, he no
doubt thinks. And that’s a difficult place to be. He only realizes after he has shucked
all of that and has felt real hunger and real loneliness what the ultimate
price of that loss is.
It’s a difficult place to be. But, I’ve been there. WE’ve been there. Many of us have been there. And it’s important to have been there.
God does occasionally lead us down roads that are lonely. God does occasionally lead us down roads that
take us far from our loved ones. And
sometimes God allows us to travel down roads that lead us even from God (or do
it seems at times).
But every time we recognize our loneliness and we turn around and find
God again, we are welcomed back with open arms, and complete and total love. That, of course, is what most of us get from
this parable.
But…
There’s another aspect to the story of the prodigal son that is not
mentioned in the parable. The prodigal
has experienced much in his journey away. And as he turns back and returns to his
father’s house, we know one thing: that prodigal son is not the same son he was
when we left. The life he has returned
to is not the same exact life he left. He
has returned to his father truly humbled, truly contrite, truly turned around. Truly broken.
And that’s the story for us as well. In my life I have had to learn to accept that
person I have become—that people humbled and broken by all that life and people
and the Church have thrown at me. And I
have come to appreciate and respect this changed person I’ve become.
That’s the really hard thing to do. Accepting the change in myself is so very
difficult.
Who am I now?
God at no point expects us to say the same throughout our lives. Our faith in God should never be the same
either. In that spiritual wandering we
do sometimes, we can always return to what we knew, but we know that we always
come back a little different, a little more mature, a little more grown-up. No matter how old we are. We know that in returning, changed as we might
been by life and all that life throws at us, we are always welcomed with open
arms by our loving God. We know that we
are welcomed by our God with complete and total love.
And we know that, lost as we might be sometimes, we will always be
found. And in that finding, we are not
the only ones rejoicing. God too is
rejoicing in our being found.
That is the really great aspect of this parable.
God rejoices in us.
God rejoices in embracing us and drawing us close.
So, let us this day rejoice in who we are, even if we might not fully
recognize who we are.
Let us rejoice in our rebelliousness and in our turning back to what we
rebelled against.
Let us rejoice in the fact that we are a voice and force of change as a
congregation.
Let us rejoice in our being lost and in our being found.
Let us rejoice especially in the fact that no matter how lonely we might
be in our wanderings, in the end, we are always, without fail, embraced with an
embrace that will never end.
And let us rejoice in our God who rejoices in us.