Sunday, April 6, 2014

5 Lent

April 6, 2014

 Ezekiel 37.1-14; John 11.1-45

+ I picked up an interesting book a couple of weeks ago. It was one of those books I thought, when I bought it, would be great Lenten reading.  The book is Heavenly Bodies; Cult Treasures and Spectacular Saints from the Catacombs.  It’s a book of
photographs of skeletons—yes, skeletons— from the Roman Catacombs that were, in the Middle Ages, distributed about Europe as relics of the saints and early Christian martyrs. More often than not, these relics were placed in glass cases in churches, dressed in luxurious clothing and posed in various lifelike displays.

It’s the kind of book that, if you saw it, you would no doubt say: “This is a book Fr. Jamie would LOVE!” I certainly thought that when I first saw the book. What great Lenten reading, I thought!  I got the book, I sat down with it one night, and……it creeped me out.

Looking at photograph after photograph of jewel-bedecked skeletons—full, completely skeletons, often dressed in gold-encrusted clothing, with crowns and masks made of jewels, I will say, I actually got the creepy-crawlies. I actually had to put the book aside, mostly unread.

For the first and only time in my life—and I’m almost ashamed to admit this—I found myself actually agreeing with, of all people, (sigh) John Calvin. Calvin, of course, found such displays horrific. He believed that displaying human remains in any way was a travesty.  He believed, as we do, certainly our Book of Common Prayer affirms this, that “all flesh is dust, [and] to dust it must return…”

“To attempt the resurrection of the dead ‘before the appointed time by raising them in pomp and state’ was an offense.” (p. 26 Heavenly Bodies)

And I will say there was something kind of offensive about seeing these saints bones propped up in such a way.

I know. John Calvin and Jamie Parsley. Those are two names you probably never thought you would hear in one sentence. Certainly I never did.

But Calvin was, of course, very against the displays of saints’ relics. And I must say, so am I.  At least like they were in this book.

Those relics in that book, meant to inspire people to have faith in the Communion of Saints and the sanctity of the human body, only managed to shock me. They jarred me in an unpleasant way.   There is something disconcerting and downright frightening about
looking into the empty sockets of human skull.

Certainly, two of our readings today are also sobering experiences that jar us and make us sit up and take notice. The first jarring reading, of course, is Ezekiel’s vision of the dry bones.  It’s a great story in this Lenten season and it speak loudly to the theme that I’ve used this Lent on our broken selves being made whole.

The second reading that jars us is the raising of Lazarus. Both are filled with images of the dead being raised.  The story that probably speaks most deeply to us though is the story of Lazarus.  And this story takes on much deeper meaning when we examine it closely and place it within the context of its time.

One of our first clues that the something is different in this story is that, when Jesus arrives at the tomb of his friend Lazarus, he is told that Lazarus has been dead four days. This clue of “four days” is important.

First of all, from simply a practical point, we can all imagine what condition Lazarus’s body would be in after four days.  This body would not have been embalmed like we understand embalming today in the United States.  There was no refrigeration, no sealed metal caskets, no reconstructive cosmetics for the body of Lazarus.  In the heat of that country, his body would, by the fourth day, be well into the beginning stages of decomposition.  There would be some major physical destruction occurring.

Second, according to Jewish understanding, when the soul left the body, a connection would still be maintained with that body for a period of three days. According to Jewish thinking of this time, the belief was the soul might be reunited with the body up to three days, but after that, because the body would not be recognizable to the departed soul because of decomposition, any reuniting would be impossible.  After those three days, the final separation from the body by the soul would have been complete.  The soul would truly be gone.  The body would truly be dead.

So, when Jesus came upon the tomb of Lazarus and tells them to roll the stone away, Martha says to him that there will be stench.  He was truly dead—dead physically and dead from the perspective of his soul being truly separated from his body.

So, when the tomb was opened for Jesus, he would be encountering what most of us would think was impossible.  Jesus not only reunited Lazarus’ spirit with his body, he also healed the physical destruction done to Lazarus’s body by decomposition.  It would have been truly amazing.

 And Jesus would truly have been proven to be more than just some magician, playing tricks on the people.  He wasn’t simply awakening someone who appeared to be dead, someone who might have actually been in a deep coma.  There was no doubt that Lazarus was truly dead and now, he was, once again alive.

Now, at first glance, both our reading from the Hebrew scriptures and our Gospel readings seem a bit morbid.  These are things we don’t want to think about.  

But the fact is, we are rapidly heading toward Holy Week.  Next week at this time, we will be celebrating the triumphant entry of Jesus into Jerusalem.  We will be hearing the joyful cries of the crowd as he rides forth. Within 11 days from now, we will hear those cries of joy turn into cries of jeering and accusation. And, within no time, we will be hearing cries of despair and mourning.

We, as Christians who follow Jesus, will be hearing about betrayal, torture, murder and death as Jesus journeys away from us into the cold dark shadow of death.  These images of death we encounter in today’s readings simply help nudge us in the direction of the events toward which we are racing.

During Holy Week, we too will be faced with images we might find disturbing.  Jesus will be betrayed and abandoned by his friends and loved ones.  He will be tortured, mocked and whipped.  He will be forced to carry the very instrument of his death to the place of his execution.  And there he will be murdered in a very gruesome way.  
Following that death, he will be buried in a tomb, much the same way his friend Lazarus was. But unlike Lazarus, what happens to Jesus will take place within the three days at that time required for a soul to make a final break from his body.

And this brings us back to the story of Lazarus.  We often make the mistake, when think about the story of Lazarus, that Lazarus was resurrected.  The fact is, he was not resurrected. In seminary, I had a professor who made very clear to us that Lazarus was not resurrected in our Gospel reading.  It was not resurrection because Lazarus would eventually die again. He was simply brought back to life. He was resuscitated, shall we say.

So, Lazarus truly did rise from the tomb in Bethany, but he was not resurrected there.  He went on to live a life somewhat similar to the life he lived before.  And eventually, he died again.

But Resurrection is, as we no doubt know, different.  Resurrection is rising from death into a life that does not end.  Resurrection is rising from all the things we encounter in our readings for today—dry bones, tombs, decomposition and death.  Resurrection is rising from our own broken selves into a wholeness that will never be taken away from us.  Resurrection is new bodies, a new understanding of everything, a new and unending life.  Resurrection, when it happens, cannot be undone.  It cannot be taken away.  Resurrection destroys the hold of death. Resurrection destroys death.

And the first person to be resurrected was not Lazarus.  The first person to be resurrected was, of course, Jesus.  His resurrection is important not simply because he was the first. His resurrection is important because it, in a real sense, destroys death once and for all.

Yes, we will all die.  Yes, we will go down into the grave, into that place of bones and ashes.  But, the resurrection of Jesus casts new light on the deaths we must die.  The resurrection of Jesus shows us that we will rise from the destruction of our bodies—and our lives—into a life like the life of the resurrected Jesus.  We will be raised into a life that never ends, a life in which “sorrow and pain are no more, neither sighing, but life eternal,” as we celebrate in the Burial Office of the Book of Common Prayer.

Because Jesus died and then trampled death, he took away eternal death.  Our bodies may die, but we will rise again with him into a new and awesome life.

So, as we move through these last days of Lent toward that long, painful week of Holy Week, we go forward knowing full well what await us on the other side of the Cross of Good Friday.  We go forward knowing that the glorious dawn of Easter awaits us.  And with it, the glory of resurrection and life everlasting awaits us as well.

So, let go forward.  Let us move toward Holy Week, rejoicing with the crowd.  And as the days darken and we grow weary with Jesus, let us keep focused on the Easter light that is just about to dawn on all of us.


Sunday, March 30, 2014

4 Lent

Lataere Sunday
March 30, 2014


Ephesians 5.8-14; John 9.1-14

+ Things sure are looking rosy around here this morning, aren’t they? No pun intended, of course. I really love it when we do the Rose Sundays. Especially in Lent.

Today is, of course, Lataere Sunday. Lataere, of course, means "Rejoice" in Latin. We are now at the midpoint of Lent.  And because we are, it is a time to rejoice. Essentially, we get a little break from Lent on this Sunday.


You’ll notice  flowers, which are normally forbidden during Lent, are on the altar here this morning. Traditionally, the organ was never played during Lent, except on Laetare Sunday. Luckily, we always have the organ.


Traditionally, even weddings, which were normally banned during Lent, could be performed on this day. I’m happy we’re not doing that today.

The only other time of the year we celebrate with our rose vestments is in Advent, on Gaudete Sunday. On that Sunday, we also get a little break.

As most of you know, I was out at Assumption Abbey in Richardton, ND for our minister’s conference. During our Friday night social time, the Bishop again singled St. Stephen’s out as the only congregation in the Diocese of North Dakota that pulls out the rose vestments for Lataere and Gaudete Sundays. Actually, he said our vestments looked more Pepto-Bismal.  Hey, I’ll take a compliment from the Bishop any day, even if it I tongue-in-cheek.

The Gospel reading for this Sunday in the old lectionaries was John 6:1-15, the multiplication of the loaves and the fishes -- symbols of the Eucharist to come on Maundy Thursday of Holy Week.   But, I’m happy we have the Gospel reading we have for today.

This story of Jesus healing the blind man speaks loud and clear to us.   In a sense today—Lataere Sunday, the half-way mark of Lent—is a time for us to examine this whole sense of blindness. Not just physical blindness, but spiritual blindness, as well. My theme for Lent this year, as you have all heard me say by now, has been brokenness, or more specifically, our brokenness in relation to the broken Body of Jesus in the Eucharist.

In a sense, our brokenness and our blindness are similar. In our brokenness we become like blind people—or, at least, like nearsighted people.  We grope about.  We find ourselves dependent upon those things that we think give us come sense of clarity.

But ultimately, nothing really seems to heal our nearsightedness.  In fact our sight seems to get worse and worse as we age.

In our Gospel reading for today, we find a man blind from birth.  The miracle Jesus performs for him is truly a BIG miracle. Can you imagine what it must’ve been like for this man? Here he is, born without sight, suddenly seeing.  It must have been quite a shock. It would, no doubt, involve a complete reeducation of one’s whole self.  By the time he reached the age he was—he was maybe in his twenties or thirties—he no doubt had an idea in his mind of what things may have looked like.

And, with the return of his vision, he was, I’m certain, amazed at what things actually looked like.  Even things we might take for granted, such as the faces of our mother and father or spouse, would have been new for this man.  So, the miracle Jesus performs is truly a far-ranging miracle.

There’s also an interesting analytical post-script to our Gospel reading.  St Basil the Great and other early Church Fathers believe that this blind man was not only born blind, he was actually born without eyes.  This, they say, is why Jesus takes clay and places them upon the empty sockets, essentially forming eyes for this man.  When he washes them in the waters of Siloam, the eyes of clay became real eyes with perfect sight.  It’s a great story, but the real gist of this story is about us.

 
Our spiritual blindness often causes us to ignore those in need around us and this blindness causes distance and isolation in our lives, making our brokenness even deeper and more pronounced.  For some of us, our spiritual blindness is merely a spiritual near- or far-sightedness.

But today, on Lataere Sunday, as we head into the latter part of Lent, we find ourselves being relieved for a bit of the heavy sense of brokenness we have been dealing with throughout Lent so far.  We see a bit of clarity in our vision. Lataere Sunday, also known as Rose Sunday or Mothering Sunday or Refreshment Sunday—is a break in our Lenten half-light.

Today, even in Lent, we can be joyful.  It is a time for us to realize that our brokenness is not an eternal brokenness.  We realize today that no matter how broken or fractured we might seem, we can be made whole once again.  No matter how blind or nearsighted we might be spiritually, our spiritual sight can be returned to us once again.  And in doing so, we find ourselves almost chuckling over our brokenness, over our blindness.

 We, in a sense, find ourselves on this Lataere Sunday—this joyful Sunday in Lent—laughing at our brokenness. Lataere Sunday is a great to remind ourselves that, even in our brokenness, we will not be broken forever.  We will be made whole like the blind man, we too will be made whole.  We too will see with clarity and vision.  And like him, we too will see the darkness lifted from our lives and the dazzling light of Christ breaking through.

 So, today, on this Lataere Sunday—on this joyful Sunday in Lent—let us be joyful.  Let’s be joyful, even in our brokenness. Let us be joyful even as we grope about, spiritually half-blind as we may be at times.  Let us be joyful, because our brokenness and our blindness are only temporary. But our joy is eternal.

 

 

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

New book accepted for publication


Great news: my collection of short stories, The Downstairs Tenant, was just accepted for publication by the Institute for Regional Studies (the same publisher that brought out Fargo, 1957)! 

Sunday, March 23, 2014

3 Lent

March 23, 2014

John 4.5-42 

+ In a few weeks, I will have gone five months—five very long months—without that wonderful nectar, Diet Coke. Five months. After over twenty-five years of having at least three every single day of my life.  

Now, as many of you know, I have been a vegetarian for over a year and I’ve been vegan for almost four months. And I can say that St. Stephen’s has been one of the friendliest vegetarian/vegan friendly congregations I have ever encountered (and we should be very proud of that).  For all of you who have to suffer through my as nauseam discussions on my vegetarian and veganism, I can say this:


Meat was very easy to give up. Dairy and eggs was harder, but, being lactose intolerant, I have really felt the benefits of such a change.  For the first time in my life, I have had no allergies. And, for the first time in my life, I have made it through it the winter without one instance of the flu or a cold. For the first time ever.  So. those things have been good.

But, Diet Coke. Not as easy. In fact, just last night I was at Space Aliens, of all places (they have really great cheeseless pizza!): there was a Diet Coke on the next table. I found myself looking over it kind of longingly.  It looked so good.

 I never feel that way about meat. I very rarely ever feel that way about dairy. But, awww Diet Coke. I could almost taste it.  Certainly I can say, I was thirsty for a Diet Coke. But I did not (and will NOT) partake.

 Thirst if one of those things we don’t worry about too much in our lives in our privileged Western world. Most of us don’t physically thirst.  We have our coffees, our clean water, our water machines and water tanks, not to mention our sodas and our recreational alcohol. So much of our life our life revolves around what we drink, that thirst very rarely ever plays into our lives anymore.  But although we might not thirst for liquid often in our lives, we do find ourselves thirsting.

 We do thirst for knowledge, we thirst justice, we thirst for fulfillment.  And we definitely thirst for spiritual truth.

 And I think that’s very close to what Jesus is talking about in today’s Gospel.  In our very long Gospel reading, we find Jesus confronting this Samaritan woman at Jacob’s well.  More often than not, when we encounter a story like this in scripture, we don’t often think about what happened to some of these people their experience with Jesus.

 Every so often, it might not hurt to ask ourselves: what happened to this woman at the well?  Did she heed the words of Jesus to her, or did she go on in her old lifestyle?  We know she shared the news with other Samaritans. But did she reform her life?  We will never know.

 But, what is more important is the message that is here for all of us.  When Jesus sits with the woman at the well, he offers not only her that water of life—he offers it to us as well.  And we, in turn, like her, must “with open hand” give it “to those who thirst.”

 To truly understand the meaning of water, here, though we have to gently remind ourselves of the land in which this story is taking place.  Palestine was and is a dry and arid land. And in Jesus’ day, water was not as accessible as we take for granted these days.  It came from wells that sometimes weren’t in close proximity to one’s home. The water that came from those wells was not the clean and filtered water we enjoy now, that we drink from fancy bottles.  They didn’t have refrigeration, so often the water they drank was lukewarm at best.  And sometimes it was polluted.  People got sick and died from drinking it.

 But despite all of that, water was essential.  One died without water in that arid land.  Water meant life.  

 In that world, people truly understood thirst.  They thirsted truly for water. And so we have this issue of water in a story in which Jesus confronts this woman—who is obviously and truly thirsty.  Thirsty for water, yes, but—as we learn—she is obviously thirsty also for more.  She is thirsty as well for love, for security, for stability, all of which she does not have.

 Now, we have to be fair to her.  For a woman to be without a man in her day would have meant that she would be without security, without a home, without anything.  A woman at that time was defined by the men in her life—her husband or father or son.  And so, widowed as many times as she was, she was desperate to find some reason and purpose in her life through the men in her life.  This woman is truly a broken woman.  She is thirsty.  Thirsty for the water she is drawing from the well and thirsty for more than life has given her.

 In a sense, we can find much to relate to in this woman. We too are broken people, as you have heard me preach again and again during this season of Lent.  We too are thirsty.  As broken people, we are thirsty for relationships, for money, for food, for alcohol for anything to fill that empty parched feeling within our broken selves.  And as broken people, we find that as much as we try to quench that thirst, it all seems to run right out of us.  We find that we will never be quenched until we drink of that cool, clean water which will fill us where we need to be filled.

 That cool, clean Water is of course Jesus.  He is the Water of which we drink to be truly filled. It is the Water that will become in us “a spring of water gushing up to eternal life.”

 What better image to take with us in these long days of Lent?  As we journey through the desert of Lent toward Holy Week, toward the darkness and violence of Good Friday, what better image can we cling to?  Because that is what we are doing during Lent.  We are traveling through the desert.  We are walking through the arid wasteland of our own lives.  We are journeying toward the Cross and the destruction, pain and death it brings.  We are wandering toward that tomb, that dark, dank place.  We are that woman at the well—parched and alone, thirsting for something more.

 In Lent, we bring ourselves—our fractured, shattered, uncertain, frightened, insecure selves—to the well, expecting only for a temporary quenching.  But at Easter, that day we are longing for, that we are traveling toward, that we are striving toward despite our thirst—on that day we will find more than we expected to find.  On Easter, we will find Jesus, alive and vibrant, offering us water that will truly quench our thirst. At the empty tomb—that other well—he gives us the water that will fill us and renew us and make us whole and complete.  There, he offers us the water that will wash away the grit and ugliness of all that we have done and all that we have failed to do, as we say to God in our confession of sins.

 We find glimpses of this Easter feast in the Eucharist we celebrate together.  Here too we our thirst is quenched in the blood shed from the broken body of Jesus.  Here we too drink to quench our thirst. And in the brokenness of Jesus, we find our brokenness healed.

 Like the Samaritan woman, we approach the well of this altar, trapped in our own brokenness.  But, like her, we are able to leave the well of this altar and of the Easter tomb different people.  We walk away from this altar and that tomb transformed people—a person made whole.  We walk away no longer fractured people.  We walk away remade into saints.

 So, as we approach Easter and the Living Water that pours forth from the tomb of Easter, let us drink fully of the water that is offered to us there.  Let us drink deeply of Jesus, who offers himself to us fully and completely there, on Good Friday, there on Easter morning, and here on this altar this morning.  And in that Water, we will find all that we desire. Our insecurities will be washed away. Our wounds will be cleaned and healed.  Everything we have done or failed to do will be made right.  Our brokenness will be made whole. That thirst that drives us and nags at us and gnaws at us, that drives us to drink from places where we should not be drinking, will finally—once and for all—be quenched.  And in that Living Water we will find Life—that Life that Jesus brings us on that Easter morning—a Life without death or suffering or wanting—a life which Jesus breaks wide open for us and shows us as more incredible than anything we fully appreciate or understand.

 Jesus is there, offering himself for all. All we have to do is say, “Give me some of that water.”  And it will be given to us.  And those of us who drink of that water will never again be thirsty.

 

Sunday, March 16, 2014

2 Lent

March 16, 2014
Genesis 12:1-4a; John 3.1-7
+ I know this doesn’t come as a surprise to anyone here this morning, but…I love to talk. I love to just gab about anything for hours on end.  So, of course, whenever anyone asks me to speak at any kind of gathering, I do it.

This past week I spoke at one such gathering for a dear friend and former parishioner from the Cathedral. She asked me to speak to a group of people who gather on a monthly basis to talk about different issues. I read some poems for them, which they enjoyed, but they were endlessly fascinated with the fact that I was a priest, for some reason. Most of the questions were about what is it like priest, what do I do in a day,

At some point in our conversation, we had a conversations about the difference between priests and Presbyterian pastors for some reason. And in the course of that discussion, I mentioned that, well, we’re all ministers.

There was a shocked hush that came across the room. They were somewhat struck by that.

So, I repeated it and said, “we’re all ministers.”

They just didn’t get it.  

I don’t think I need to worry about such a reaction this morning. Most of us know that, for us, we are all ministers. We are all doing ministry together here. I am just the priest doing ministry in my own way. And each of you are doing ministry in your own ways as well.

I should be clearer about that. Our ministry together is not just in what we do.  It is in who we are.  Our ministry is often a ministry of who we are.  Of our personalities. Of the person that God has created, even in our very brokenness.  It’s all bound up very tightly together.

And if each of us listens, if each of strains our spiritual ears and hearts toward God, we can hear that calling, deep in our hearts.  We can find that God is calling us to the ministry of our day-to-day lives, the ministry of the person God has formed us to be, the ministry to serve others in the way God sees fit.

In our reading from the Hebrew Bible this morning, we find a clear call from God to Abram.

“Go from your country and your kindred and your father’s house to a land that I will show you.”

Essentially this is the call to all of us who are in ministry.  God calls to us wherever we may be and when that happens, we must heed it.  We must step out from our comfortable places, and we must step out into our service to others even if that means going to those people in strange and alien places.  And sometimes when we step into those uncomfortable places, we are made all the more aware of our own brokenness—we become even more vulnerable.

But that’s just a simple fact in ministry: when God calls, God calls heedless of our brokenness.  In fact, God calls us knowing full well our brokenness.  And—and I hope this isn’t news to anyone here this morning—God uses our brokenness.  God can truly work through our brokenness and use our fractured selves in reaching out to other fractured people.

For too many people our brokenness divides us.  It separates us.  It isolates us.  It prevents us from moving forward in our lives and ministries.  And when it does, our brokenness becomes a kind of condemnation.  It becomes the open wound we must carry with us—allowed by us to stink and fester.

But when we can use our brokenness to reach out in love, when we allow God to use our brokenness, it is no longer a curse and a condemnation.  Our brokenness becomes a fruitful means for ministry.  It becomes a means for renewal and rebirth.  It becomes the basis for ministry—for reaching out and helping those who are broken and in need around us.

In our Gospel reading for today we get that all-too-familiar bit of scripture.

“For God so loved the world that he gave his only Son, so that everyone ho believes in him may not perish but have eternal life.”

 We have heard that scripture so often in our lives, we almost don’t realize what it’s really saying.  It is saying to us that God truly does love us. And that those of who are heeding our call—who following after Jesus, who are loving Jesus and loving the Jesus we find in others—we will be made whole one day. We will be given eternal life

 Each of us is called.  Each of us has been issued a call from God to serve.  It might not have been a dramatic calling—an overwhelming sense of the Presence of God in our lives that motivates us to go and follow Jesus.

 But each Sunday we receive the invitation.  Each time we gather at this altar to celebrate the Eucharist, we are, essentially, called to then go out, refreshed and renewed in our broken selves by this broken Body of Jesus, to serve the broken people of God.  We are called to go out and minister, not only by preaching and proclaiming with words, but by who we are, by our very lives and examples.

 So, let us heed the call of God.  Let us do as Abram did in our reading from Genesis did today.

 “Abram went, as the Lord told him…”

 Let us, as well, go as God has told us.  Let us go knowing full well that heeding God’s call and doing what God calls us to do may mean leaving our country and our kindred and our house—in essence, everything we find comfortable and safe—and going to a foreign place—a place that may be frightening.  And going will be doubly frightening when we know we go as imperfect human beings—as people broken and vulnerable.

 But let us also go, sure in our calling from God.  Let us go sure that God has blessed each of us, even in our brokenness.  Let us go knowing that God loves us, because we too love.  Let us go knowing that God will use the cracks and fractures within us, as always, for good.  And let us go knowing God will make us whole again in our eternal life.

 God will make us a blessing to others and God will “bless those who bless us.” What more can we possibly ask of the ministry God has called us to carry out?

 
 

Thursday, March 13, 2014

My latest book of poems is out!

"That Word," my latest book (a.k.a. "The Green Book") is out! If you're interested in purchasing a copy, here's how:


11 Pentecost

  August 9, 2026   Matthew 14:22-33   + So, this story of Jesus and the storm is one that really, I think, captures our imaginations in ...