Sunday, January 5, 2025

Epiphany (eve)

 


January 5, 2025

 Matthew 2.1-12

+ You know, I just gotta say it.

Some days, I really wish I had a sign like these wise men in our Gospel reading for today had.

I wish I had something real and tangible like that in my life.

A star I could see and follow.

And not just me, but others too.

As though they too could validate this sign from God.

I don’t get signs from God like that.

I mean, look at it!  

A star!

Not very subtle.

Still, even if a star like that appeared as a sign, I’m not certain I would follow it.

I doubt any of us would actually follow a star.

We certainly wouldn’t follow a star with some vague notion of a divine king being born.

It probably wouldn’t mean much to us, prophecy or not.

It would take great faith and great bravery to load up everything, including valuables like gold and spices into that time of hijacking and robbery and just head off into the unknown.

But these men did just that.

These “wise” men did something that most of us now days would think was actually naïve and dangerous.

Originally, of course, the word used for these people was “astrologers,” which does add an interesting dimension to what’s occurring here.

Astrologers certainly would make sense.

Astrologers certainly would have been aware of this star that appeared and they would have been able to see in that star a unique sign—a powerful enough of a sign that they packed up and went searching for it.

And it certainly seems like it was a great distance.

They probably came from Persia, which is now modern-day Iran.

And they would’ve come in a caravan of others.

These Magi are mysterious characters, for sure.

We popularly see them as the three wise men, but if you notice in our Gospel reading for tonight, it doesn’t say anything about there being three of them.

There might have been four or five of them for all we know.

It’s a fascinating story

Certainly, it might seem strange that I am even talking about the Christ child and the Magi.

It’s the beginning of January, after all.

Christmas happened almost two weeks ago. 

Most of us have put away our Christmas decorations.

Trees came down quickly in the first few days after Christmas, the rest in the days immediately after New Years.

Since we’ve been hearing about Christmas for months, we are maybe a little happy to see the Christmas season go away for another year by this time. 

I, for one, am happy we don’t have Christmas commercials and songs all over the place.

We’re ready to put those trappings aside and move on.

The fact is: the Christmas season, for the Church, began on Christmas Eve and ends with Epiphany.

So, what is the Epiphany really? 

Well, the word itself—Epiphany—means “manifestation” or “appearing.”

In this context, it means the manifestation of Christ among us. 

And in the story that we hear this morning, it is the appearing of Christ not only to the Jews, but to the non-Jews, as well, to the Gentiles, which we find represented in the Magi—those mysterious people from the East. 

The feast is all about the fact that the Messiah was sent not only for the Jewish people, but for all people.

Epiphany is the manifestation of God’s Son in our midst. 

Epiphany is a moment of realization. 

In this feast we realize that God has reached out to us—all of us, no matter our race or our understanding of this event.

No matter who we are.

Epiphany is the realization that Christ has come among us.

Not in some blazing cloud.

Not in some pillar of fire.

Not with a sword in God’s hand, to drive out our enemies and those with whom we are at war, as many people believed the Messiah would do.

But in the person of this little child, Jesus, in God’s own Child. 

Over the last month or so, we, as the Church, have gone through a variety of emotions. 

Advent was a time of expectation. 

We were waiting expectantly for God’s Holy One to come to us.

Christmas was the time of awe. 

The Messiah, the Christ, was among us and there was something good and wonderful about this fact.

Epiphany, however, gets the rap for being sort of anti-climactic. 

It is the time in which we settle down into the reality of what has come upon us. 

We realize what has happened and we accept it.

A bit of the awe is still there. 

A bit of wonder still lingers.

In the Gospel story, the wise men are overcome with joy when they see the star stop over Bethlehem. 

But, for the most part, despite the joy they felt, we are now moving ahead. 

There are no more angels singing on high for us. 

The miraculous star has begun to fade by this point. 

The wise men have presented their gifts and are now returning to home to Persia. 

It is a time in which we feel contentment. 

We feel comfortable in what has happened. 

But, in about a few weeks, this is all going to change again. 

We will soon face the harsh reality of Ash Wednesday and Lent. 

Now, I know it’s hard even to think about such things as we labor through the winter. 

But it is there—just around the corner.

The time of Christmas feasting will be over. 

The joys and beauty of Christmas will be replaced by ashes and sackcloth and, ultimately, by the Cross.

But that’s all in the future. 

Christmas is still kind of lingering in our thoughts today and, in this moment, we have this warm reality. 

God’s anointed One, the Messiah, the one the generations were looking for and longing for, has finally appeared to us. 

When we look upon the face of the child Jesus, we see ourselves.

We see that just as Jesus is the Son of God, we too are children of God.

In this Child the divine and the mortal have come together. 

And that, as children of God ourselves, we too can find the divine and the mortal within us as well.

And for this moment—before the denial of our bodies in Lent, before the betrayal and torture of Holy Week, before the bloody and violent murder of Good Friday, we have in our midst, this Child.

And this Child reminds us that we are children of this same God as well.

In this season of Epiphany, we are definitely being reminded that we are children of God.

Next week we, celebrate the Baptism of Jesus, and are reminded of our own baptism.

Our baptism reminds us very clearly that we are children of a loving and caring God.

The Episcopal priest and biblical scholar, Bruce Chilton, once wrote about baptism:

“Baptism…was when…God sends [the] Son into every believer, who cries to God, ‘Abba, Father.’ The believer becomes a [Child], just as Jesus called upon his father…The moment of baptism, the supreme moment of faith, was when we one discovered one’s self as a [Child] of God because Jesus as God’s Son was disclosed in one’s heart.”

For now, we are able to look at this Christ Child and see God’s Messiah in our midst.

But we are also able to look at this holy Child and see ourselves as well.

And, in looking at this Child, we see ourselves as holy too.

We are able to see ourselves as truly loved children of our loving God.

That was made possible through the waters of baptism.

Epiphany is the realization that Christ has appeared to us where we are—here in our own midst.

Christ has appeared to us, in us.

We realize at Epiphany that we often find Christ in our own mirrors, staring back at us.

And this is what we can take away with us this morning. 

This is the consolation we can take with us as we head through these short winter days toward Lent.

No matter where we are—no matter who we are—Christ is here with us and within us.

Christ is with us in all that we do and in every place we look.

So, let us look for him.

Let us see him in our midst—here in our life.

Let us, like the Magi, adore him as he gazes upon us. 

And whenever we recognize him—that is our unending feast day of Epiphany.

 

 

Sunday, December 29, 2024

I Christmas


December 29, 2024

 

John 1.1-18

 

+ Today, this first Sunday of Christmas, is one of those somewhat forgotten Sundays.

 

Nobody pays a whole lot attention to the first Sunday of Christmas.

 

It’s somewhat of a “low” Sunday.

 

It feels a bit anti-climactic, after Christmas Eve and Christmas day.

 

But I like this Sunday, maybe because it’s kind of a forgotten, neglected Sunday.

 

I like underdogs.

 

 

I like is especially because it always reminds me of that beautiful hymn we will sing a bit later today, “In the Bleak Midwinter.”

 

After all, we are in the bleak midwinter.

 

This is it.

 

And nobody knows the bleak midwinter better than us, here, in Fargo, North Dakota.

 

I talked about this in my Christmas day sermon, but what a lot of people don’t know is that the words to that hymn were written by an incredible poet.

 

Christina Rossetti.

 

Rossetti was the sister of a Dante Gabriel Rossetti, who was much better known in his time as a leader of pre-Raphaelite literary movement in England.

 

Christina was the forgotten one.

 

The unmarried sister who quietly wrote poems at home, she was also the superior poet.

 

She was a devout Anglo-Catholic Anglican and a bit of recluse.

 

Think of her as kind of Hugh Church Emily Dickinson.

 

And although, during their lifetime, Dante Gabriel was more famous, 125 years after her death, it is Christina Rossetti’s words we are singing today.

 

And today is the actual 125th anniversary of Christinia Rosetti’s death.


 

She was also my mother’s favorite poet (well, hopefully after me)

 

In fact my mother requested that Rossetti’s “When I am dead, my dearest” be printed in her funeral program.

 

When my mother died, the poem and hymn “In the bleak midwinter” spoke strongly to me.

 

I played a wonderful version of it by the Indie band Animal Collective over and over again in those weeks after she died.  

 

Yes, I know that it is a Christmas hymn, and my mother did not die in the season of Christmas:

 

But let’s face it.

 

That opening stanza speaks loudly to us who live in the bleak midwinter for months on end:

 

In the bleak mid-winter
Frosty wind made moan;
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
Snow on snow,
In the bleak mid-winter
Long ago

 

 

And let me tell you, it also speaks very loudly to anyone who is going through a mourning “hard as iron.”

 

Grief is truly like a terrible bleak winter, no matter what season may be outside.

We are also in this strange time of watching the year 2024 leave and to bring in the year 2025.

 

I have a personal tradition of watching three movies on or around New Years Eve.

The first is a movie called 200 Cigarettes—which is about a group of edgy, cool, New Wave New Yorkers on New Year’s Eve 1982 partying and thinking about their lives and all that the New Year entails.

 It’s not a great movie and I don’t recommend it to too many people.

It’s just one of those kind of so-so movies that I occasionally like to watch just for the fun of it.

The second movie which I always watch on New Years Day morning, is Tokyo Drifter, a great Japanese film form 1966,

 I started watching that film on New Years Day 9 years ago.

 It was my first New Years after I gave up drinking.

 And one of the joys I had in giving up alcohol was how wonderful and fresh New Years morning is, especially with no hang-over.

 (I also like to go for a long drive on New Years morning, depending on the weather)

 But another movie that I always like to watch around this time of the year is a movie I do recommend.

 It’s a Coen Brothers film called The Hudsucker Proxy.

 Any of you who know me, know I LOVE the Coen Brothers.

 I refence them about as much in sermon as I do the author Cormac McCarthy.

 The Hudsucker Proxy, if you’ve never seen it, opens with a really powerful beginning.

 It begins with a panning shot through the snow of New York City from above.

 As the shot pans, we hear the narrator.

 He says, as we travel along with him:

  That's right.

                 

New York.

             

It's 1958 .

 

Anyway, for a few more minutes it is.

                 

Come midnight, it's going to be 1959.

 

 A whole other feeling.

 

 The New Year.

 

 The future.

 

 Old Daddy Earth [is] fixing to start one more trip around the sun.

 

Everybody [is] hoping this ride round [will] be a little more giddy...

 

 ...a little more gay.

 

All over town, champagne corks [are] popping.

 

Over in the Waldorf, the big shots [are] dancing to the strains of Guy Lombardo.

 

In Times Square, the little folks [are] watching and waiting for that big ball to drop.

 

They're all trying to catch hold of one moment of time...

 

...to be able to say:

 

"Right now! This is it!

 

"I got it!"

 

 Of course, by then it'll be past.

 

But they're all happy...

 

                  

...everybody having a good time.

 

  That’s what beginnings are all about, I guess.

 

That one moment when we too can say:

 

“Right now! This is it! I got it!”

 

And we all know that just as soon as we do, just like the narrator said, “it’ll be past.”

 

 The other reason I love this Sunday is that, for us Episcopalians, in our lectionary for today, we get this incredible reading from the first chapter of John.

 

I know.

 

It’s hard at first to grasp our minds around this reading.

 

“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.”

 

Maybe we just don’t “get” it.

 

And that’s all right.

 

Like “In the bleak midwinter,” it too is a poem.

 

And like a poem, we have to make it our own for it to really mean something to us where we are, right here and now.

 

For me, as you have heard me say many times, I don’t like beginnings.

 

Whenever I get a new biography of someone, you will see me skip to the end, or the middle.

 

I never enjoy the beginnings very often.

 

I know.

 

That probably reveals way too much about me psychologically than I care to admit.

 

As this year runs down and the new year begins, our thoughts naturally turn to beginnings.

 

We think about that New Year and how important a new year is our lives. It heralds for us a sense of joy—and fear—of the future.

 

All of a sudden we are faced with the future. It lies there before us—a mystery.

 

Will this coming year bring us joy or will it bring us sadness?

 

Will it be a good year or a bad year?

 

And we step forward into the New Year without knowing what that year will hold for us.

 

But, the fact is, at the very beginning moment, we can’t do much more than just be here, right now.

 

 We need to just experience this beginning.

 

And we can’t let anxiety about the future take hold.

 

We just need to be here, right now, and take part fully in this new beginning.

 

That’s what beginnings are all about, I guess. That one moment when we can say:

 

“Right now! This is it! We are alive and we are here! Now!”

 

And we all know that just as soon as we do, it’ll be past.

 

In our reading from John this morning, it’s also one of those moments.

 

In that moment, we get a glimpse of one of those “right now” moments.

 

It seems as though, for that moment, it’s all clear.

 

At least for John anyway.

 

We encounter, the “Word.”

 

God’s Word.

 

Now to be clear, the Word here is not the Bible.

 

The Word of God is this force of God—this action of God.

 

And this Word of God, as we hear today, came and was made flesh in Jesus.  

 

And this is an appropriate way to begin the Gospel of John and to begin our new year as well.

 

It is a great beginning.

 

It sets the tone for us as followers of Jesus.

 

God’s Word was there in the beginning.

 

God spoke and creation happened.

 

And God’s Word is here, now, in our beginning.

 

And in God, we experience a beginning that doesn’t seem to end.

 

God’s Word comes forward and becomes present among us in a way we could never possibly imagine.

 

God appears to us in the Gospels not as the God in the Hebrew scriptures, cloaked behind pillars of fire or thunderstorms or wind.

 

Instead, God’s word, God’s wisdom, God’s essence became flesh in Jesus.

 

God’s voice was no longer a booming voice from the sky, demanding sacrifices.

 

God voice is now the Word spoken to us gently.

 

God’s Word spoken to us in this beginning moment, and it is a word of Love.

 

The commandment this Word of God tells us of is a commandment to love.

 

Love God and love one another as you love yourselves.

 

This might actually be one of the few times when I actually enjoy the beginning of a story.

 

Maybe the true message of Jesus is that, in God’s Kingdom, that beginning keeps on and on, without end.

 

In God’s Kingdom there is constant renewal.

 

In God’s Kingdom it is always like New Year’s Day—always fresh, always full of hope for a future that does not end or disappoint.

 

As we prepare to celebrate 2025, this is a great way to live this beginning moment.

 


In this beginning moment, let us think about beginnings and how important they are for us personally and for our spiritual lives.

 

And let us do what we can to be the bringers of new beginnings not only in our own lives, but in the lives of others.

 

With this encounter with the Word, we, like John, are also saying in this moment, this one moment is holy.

 

This moment is special.

 

This moment is unique and beautiful, because God is reaching out to us.

 

In our grasping of it, let’s make sure it doesn’t wiggle away from us.

 

Let’s not let it fall through our fingers like sand.

 

Or snow.

 

This holy beginning moment should stay with us.

 

Always new.

 

Always fresh.

 

Always being renewed.

 

We’re here.

 

Right now.

 

We’re alive!

 

It’s the future.

 

The Word, God’s Word, has come to us.

 

It’s incredible, really.

 

This moment is a glorious and holy one.

 

So, let us, in this holy moment, be joyful.

 

Let us in this holy moment rejoice.

 

And let us, in this holy moment, look forward without fear to what awaits us with courage and confidence. Amen.

Wednesday, December 25, 2024

Christmas Day

 


December 25, 2024

  

+Christmas, for most of us, brings up memories of Christmases past.

 

It’s just the thing we do.

 

And, for me, this year for some reason, I’ve really been missing my mother.

 

My mother was not real big into poetry, despite having a poet for a son.

 

I don’t know if she ever really “got” my poetry.

 

But one poet she really did love was Christina Rossetti.

 

And if you’re gonna love a poet, Rossetti is about as good of a poet to love as any.

 

Rossetti was not one of those great love poets.

 

She never married.

 

She never seemed to have any reason deep romantic love for anyone—well, maybe except for Jesus.

 

But she had deep faith.

 

She was a solid Anglo-Catholic who took her faith very seriously.

 

I’m not certain why my mother loved her so dearly.

 

But she did.

 

And when my mother died, I found myself listening to a version of “In the Bleak Midwinter” by Animal Collective over and over again.

 

It was a very appropriate song (and poem) for my mother’s death, which also occurred in the “bleak midwinter.”

 

 

In that great poems, Rossetti wrote,

 

 Love came down at Christmas,

love, all lovely, love divine;

love was born at Christmas:

star and angels gave the sign.

 

You can’ put it better than that.

 

That is what we are experiencing this day.

 

God, for us anyway, is a God of love.

 

Because we are loved by God.

 

Because we are accepted by God.

 

Because we are—each of us—important to God.

 

We are, each of us, broken and imperfect as we may be some times, very important to God.

 

Each of us.

 

And because we are, we must love others.

 

We must, each of us, become like Jesus God’s love personified.

 

We must let that love that came down in the bleak midwinter dwell within us.

 

And we must live this love out in the world.

 

We must give birth to God’s love so others can know this amazing love as well.

 

Knowing this amazing love of God changes everything.

 

When we realize that God knows us as individuals.

 

That God loves us and accepts each of us for who we are, we are joyful.

 

We are hopeful of our future with that God.

 

And we want to share this love and this God with others.

 

That is what we are celebrating this morning.

 

Our hope and joy is in a God who comes and accepts us and loves us for who we are and what we are—a God who understands what it means to live this sometimes frightening uncertain life we live.

 

This is the real reason why we are joyful and hopeful on this beautiful morning.

 

This is why we are feeling within us a strange sense of longing.

 

This is why we are rushing toward our Savior who has come to visit us in what we once thought was our barrenness.

 

Let the hope we feel tonight as God our Savior draws close to us stay with us now and always.

 

Let the joy we feel tonight as God our Friend comes to us in love be the motivating force in how we live our lives throughout this coming year.

 

God is here.

 

God is in our midst today.

 

God is so near, our very bodies and souls are rejoicing.

 

And God loves us.

 

Love truly came down.

 

Love became flesh and blood.

 

Love became human.

 

And in the face of that realization, we are rejoice today.

 

We are rejoicing in that love personified.

We are rejoicing in each other.  

 

We are rejoicing in the glorious beauty of this one holy moment in time.

 

 

So, let us rejoice.

 

And let us be glad.

 

God is with us.

 

G0d’s love has come to us.

 

And it is very good!

 

Let us pray.

 

Holy God, you are with us. You are present in our midst. And we rejoice in the Presence for which we have longed for for so long. Fill us this morning with true joy, with true hope, so that we can share this joy and hope with others. In Jesus’ name, we pray. Amen.

 

 

 

 

Epiphany (eve)

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