Finding God in Public

THE LADDER OF HUMILITY

9/12/23

The ladder of humility is not pretty,

or even sturdy enough to hold up

leaning up against a wall or anything else

The ladder of humility lies on its side, in pieces,

in a field of question marks, exclamation points, #####’s

and other indications of distress and disruption

The ladder is made from fragments of

missed exits, entrances, and marks,

misread signs and cues

revealed illusions, attempts, and failures

and Ahas! of the most inconvenient kinds

This ladder is painted the color of awkward silence

that comes with looking into the eyes of whom or whatever it was

that you claimed, believed, hoped, or insisted

was the least, the most, the best, the worst

until you realized that you had it backwards, again.

The ladder of humility is v—e—r–y …….  l—o—n—-g,

And most likely to appear in the form of a spiral, corkscrew

or roller coaster.

At the bottom, rather than the top,

of the Ladder of Humility is a sacred space,

as hard to imagine as the inside of your heart

A terrain in which all that seemed to matter so very much,

in a life well done is reduced to actual size

as not at all important,

completely outweighed, and overwhelmed

by the most simple

present before your eyes

calm, step back into peace.    

SERMON APRIL 3, 2022,   St. Augustine’s in the Woods, Episcopal Church,

Langley WA Kathryn Rickert

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What is the New Thing God is doing now?

“It” is almost over… this 5^th week of Lent, in the 3^rd Lent of the Long Lent that began in 2020, It, Lent, Winter and Covid is Almost over. Almost. So, what do we need now that “it” is almost over?

Almost, but not quite. People are still getting sick, and the war in Ukraine, and other tragic situations are not over, yet.

Of the many spiritual resources we might gain from these readings for this time of almost over, HOPE is the one that appeals to me the most.

These lessons fit within the category of what Bishop Stephen Charleston calls the “poetry of hope,” something we probably take an interest in mostly, only when hope seems to be endangered.

This “poetry of hope” holds out to us some powerful antidotes with which to resist clouds of discouragement that we see in many directions. The poetry of hope offers us alternative images to take into our souls, to feel within our bodies, so as to work against and replace those others images and feelings of hopelessness, disease, war, and disruption, which are not so far away.

While hope is one of the strongest offerings in these lessons, there certainly are others that I will not attempt to deal with.

Those include – pondering what it means in the Gospel when it says, “the poor you will always have with you, but you do not always have me?” 

But rather, here I would like to invite you to imagine the fragrance of that outrageously expensive ointment that the woman with the alabaster jar pours on Jesus feet, imagine it in a way that is compelling to you,

…imagine that fragrance, hold on to it. And use it as a place holder for the hope that we are seeking. (As in Christ our Hope.)

Our search for hope becomes weighed against how woven together “we” are with the whole world. And when “we” means the whole world,  for that is who Jesus cares about, How do “we” have hope and look forward to something better, something new, when there is still so much suffering going on?

How do we have hope when there is so much suffering unrecognized and unlamented?

When the situation looks to be impossible, unprecedented, outrageous, way out far beyond what we know how to deal with, even crazy, how do we have hope?

Our Christian faith suggests three things here:

We will pay attention, with God’s help,  (as in paying attention as a form of prayer) to all that is going around us, good and bad.

We will, with God’s help, ask these difficult questions, from time to time,

and, again with God’s help,  we will continue to live in the Hope offered to us by our God, even in the face of what looks to be impossible.

When we look at these stories (OT and NT) that we have known for a long time, we notice…that God’s promises of hope, help, redemption, reconciliation, rescue, love,…

all along, have been about HOPE in the face of completely impossible, unrealistic, and unpresented situations, entirely against the odds.

Our God is the God of the impossible, the God who offers hope in the face of the impossible —          

                …it was like a dream, it seemed impossible, etc.

           Our God who makes a way through the sea,

          sends water where there is no water,

          turns people who are weeping into those who rejoice

The reading sounds so “normal” when we hear it. It does not sound outrageous. But it is outrageous.

It might help us to back up through more of a Hebrew rather than English understanding of these words, and hear this as

          Our God, with our participation, does what cannot be done…

          builds roads for walking on in the ocean,

          makes water gush about in a place that has not seen water in years..

          protects us in situations where we cannot protect ourselves from,

                     a dangerous and violent enemy   

          and is recognized for doing so by the most unlikely of sources!!

          And furthermore, reminds us of this all within an intimate setting, a tender  exchange says …

          (Listen for the tone of voice. What is the tone of voice saying about God?)

          Yes, we have had some “issues in the past,” some unresolved                                         disagreements, but, let that go, I have dealt with it.

          Let us move on together in our loving, relationship and together, we will do something New.

          Let us notice the “together” part. God’s part is the offer of hope,

          and our part has to do with noticing what God is doing, entering into these New ways that God is making, together.

          We are not going back to the same old-same old, and the New will be far beyond anything we can ask, imagine, or plan for. …

So, a promise of hope based on God’s reminder, and tender conversation is ours.

Thus armed with hope, while also acknowledging the high level of challenge as we look forward to the end of these hard times, and to a joyful celebration of the Feast of the Resurrection at Easter,  .? just what are we looking for, expecting, etc.

The hope offered is not a promise of a return to things as they were before.,,

          Pre-Exilic                                    Exile                       Post-Exilic

          Life of Jesus /before the Death & Resurrection   Post-Resurrection

          before Covid                             Covid                    Post-Covid

The promise of hope, was/ is to something better, rather to take us back to the good old days, to return to where we were before all of this started, as though none of this has happened, as though we have not learned anything from all of this suffering, those of others and our own.

Let us not waste the suffering. (Marlene Kropf) “Waste” meaning to not learn from, not be transformed by, become caused to grow in awareness, compassion, and wisdom by paying attention to our own suffering and that of others.

For it is the places in-between the before and after pictures where the new life comes into being.

It is while wandering in the wilderness, before entering the promised land.

It is in Exile, away from home and before returning there,

it is between the Life and the Death & Resurrection.

that hope is born to arise later on.

The Hope is a promise of something better, something NEW!

Let us ask ourselves… what have we learned over this Long Lent?

and…what are the “new things” that God is doing now;

what we are looking for, seeing, witnessing to for this Easter?

Before, I thought faith was more about maintaining the traditions of the past, meaning… that our goal now would be to return to a time, place, or ways of being just as they were before. But now, I am seeing again that faith all along is about finding, noticing, witnessing what happened, learning from Exile, Lent, Covid, death and helping to bring about what is “new,” new life now.

… we are called to noticing, paying attention to, witnessing to, and participating in…. whatever are the new “ways that God is making” Now!

And exactly what are the New ways that God is making now? I do not know. But the patterns for those New ways are to be found in the past. And I do see, believe that those new things are springing up among us here, and around the world.  

Whatever this New way may be, these New things will have the same characteristics, and qualities of justice, mercy, wisdom, compassion, kindness, humility, and love,..the kinds of spiritual powers that bring out and sustain tremendous courage, integrity, and vision under the worst of circumstances.

And likely, these new things will appear in forms that are strange, unfamiliar, and certainly unexpected, and unprecedented.

This unexpected and unprecedented is our link to the Gospel  today– of the many characteristics we might observe about Jesus, doing things the way we have always done them before, is NOT one of them.

In a time, a hard time, when the whole world, and we here on this island are in need of hope, we’ve been reminded to look for the New Things that God is doing, reminded by the One who remembers what has been forgotten.   (meaning, we can let that go)

This offer of hope held out to us this day is like the fragrance of that outrageously expensive ointment, used by the woman with the alabaster jar to anoint the feet of Jesus, to prepare him for his burial.

It is invisible, controversial, powerfully beautiful, long lasting, and inescapable. May our Hope be so.

May we rejoice together as we see the New things that God is doing among us, now. Amen.  

Sunday Scriptures, Epiphany 4C January 30^th, 2022

Jeremiah 1:4-10   Psalm 71:1-6  1 Corinthians 13:1-13   Luke 4:21-30

(A Study guide based on the Revised Common Lectionary)

For Reflection: It is striking how much our current situation contributes to what we hear/ don’t hear, in these readings. What do we find here that helps to keep us going in these difficult days?  Something powerful happens when we recognize,

            –”Yes, that there, the part about— not being afraid, taking refuge in God, not being shamed, love is missing or  isn’t arrogant, or Jesus passing through the midst an angry, arguing mob, and went his way –

that is what I felt when X happened in my life. Or, that is what I needed when Y was going on.”

1. What speaks to your heart in these readings this week? (2 -3 sentences)
2. What does it mean to shelter in God? (Psalm 71)
3. If Jeremiah’s call from God is “typical”, what does that kind of call look like? What’s it about? Who receives that kind of call today?
4. How does love behave according to I Cor. 13? Where do you see that around you?
5. This week’s Gospel sounds something like a scene from an old TV Western, where Jesus is the strong, silent courageous but very unpopular hero in danger. What do you make of that?
6. To what is God calling you this week?
7. What is your prayer for this week?

Jeremiah 1:4-10   Common English Bible

4 The Lord’s word came to me:5 “Before I created you in the womb I knew you;     I made you a prophet to the nations.”6 “Ah, Lord God,” I said, “I don’t know how to speak because I’m only a child.”

7 The Lord responded,

    “Don’t say, ‘I’m only a child.’

        Where I send you, you must go;

        what I tell you, you must say.

8 Don’t be afraid of them,

    because I’m with you to rescue you,”

        declares the Lord.

9 Then the Lord stretched out his hand,

    touched my mouth, and said to me,

    “I’m putting my words in your mouth.

10 This very day I appoint you over nations and empires,

    to dig up and pull down to destroy and demolish, to build and plant.”

Psalm 71:1-6  ROBERT Alter translation

1 In you, O God, I shelter;

    let me never be shamed.

2 Through your bounty save me and free me,

Incline your ear to me and rescue me.

3 Be for me a fortress dwelling,

to come into always.

You ordained to rescue me,

for you are my rock and my bastion.

4 My God, free me from the hand of the wicked,

    from the grip of the [unjust and cruel.]

5 For you are my hope, [O God]

    my refuge from my youth.

6 Upon you I  relied from birth;

    From my mother’s womb You brought       me out. To You is my praise always.

1 Corinthians 13:1-13  Common English Bible

If I speak in tongues of human beings and of angels but I don’t have love, I’m a clanging gong or a clashing cymbal. 2 If I have the gift of prophecy and I know all the mysteries and everything else, and if I have such complete faith that I can move mountains, but I don’t have love, I’m nothing. 3 If I give away everything that I have and hand over my own body to feel good about what I’ve done but I don’t have love, I receive no benefit whatsoever.

4 Love is patient, love is kind, it isn’t jealous, it doesn’t brag, it isn’t arrogant, 5 it isn’t rude, it doesn’t seek its own advantage, it isn’t irritable, it doesn’t keep a record of complaints, 6 it isn’t happy with injustice, but it is happy with the truth. 7 Love puts up with all things, trusts in all things, hopes for all things, endures all things.

8 Love never fails. As for prophecies, they will be brought to an end. As for tongues, they will stop. As for knowledge, it will be brought to an end. 9 We know in part, and we prophesy in part; 10 but when the perfect comes, what is partial will be brought to an end. 11 When I was a child, I used to speak like a child, reason like a child, think like a child. But now that I have become a man, I’ve put an end to childish things. 12 Now we see a reflection in a mirror; then we will see face-to-face. Now I know partially, but then I will know completely in the same way that I have been completely known. 13 Now faith, hope, and love remain—these three things—and the greatest of these is love.

Luke 4:21-30  La Biblia de las Américas

21 Y comenzó a decirles: Hoy se ha cumplido esta Escritura que habéis oído.

22 Y todos hablaban bien de Él y se maravillaban de las palabras llenas de gracia que salían de su boca, y decían: ¿No es este el hijo de José?

23 Entonces Él les dijo: Sin duda me citaréis este refrán: «Médico, cúrate a ti mismo»; esto es, todo lo que oímos que se ha hecho en Capernaúm, hazlo también aquí en tu tierra.

24 Y dijo: En verdad os digo, que ningún profeta es bien recibido en su propia tierra.

25 Pero en verdad os digo: muchas viudas había en Israel en los días de Elías, cuando el cielo fue cerrado por tres años y seis meses y cuando hubo gran hambre sobre toda la tierra; 26 y, sin embargo, a ninguna de ellas fue enviado Elías, sino a una mujer viuda de Sarepta, en la tierra de Sidón. 27 Y muchos leprosos había en Israel en tiempos del profeta Eliseo, pero ninguno de ellos fue limpiado, sino Naamán el sirio. 28 Y todos en la sinagoga se llenaron de ira cuando oyeron estas cosas, 29 y levantándose, le echaron fuera de la ciudad, y le llevaron hasta la cumbre del monte sobre el cual estaba edificada su ciudad para despeñarle. 30 Pero Él, pasando por en medio de ellos, se fue.

Sermon –  Sunday Scriptures Proper 25 B October 24^th

^{St. Augustine’s in the Woods, Freeland, WA}

 Jeremiah 31:7-9 and Psalm 126  • Hebrews 7:23-28  Mark 10:46-52

Over the past few weeks, in the readings from both the Gospel of Mark and the OT, I’ve noticed a pattern of strategic intimate conversations between Jesus and those who follow him, between God and Israel.

One party approaches, makes a comment or asks a question,                                                                the 2nd party listens and then responds to the question or comment                                                                            

the 1^st party waits, listening to the reply, and only then replies               the 2nd party listens and only then, replies… and so on

          Jesus, Son of David, show me mercy

          What do you want me to do for you?

In these strategic intimate conversations what happens in the rest of that story      depends entirely upon the answers and replies.                                                                                      In these conversations, there is something for each party to say,                                    something for each to listen to, and                                                                                                    some response called for from everyone.

No one is left out as a silent, passive observer.

(Including the followers around Jesus in this story, and we who hear this hear today.)                       None of the parties  –  Jesus, his followers, the Prophet, Israel, God, and we here – 

          – assumes that they know what the other party is going to say, 

   and what happens depends upon what they do say, and do.

And all of this unfolds in public, out loud. Nothing hidden about any of this.

So, today I would like to offer something of a “strategic intimate conversation” that might be useful to us as a congregation, in the hope that many of us will have this conversation in the future.        

How Was your Covid?

         Not long after the end of WWII in the UK,  it was not usual to greet someone you hadn’t seen since the war with the question, “How was your war?”… As heard in the title, Foyle’s War.

That question acknowledged that it wasn’t the same war experience for everyone. Depending upon a whole lot of things,  but especially the things that make for diversity and oppression, and particular circumstances,

that war, and now Covid, were and are different experiences for each person who lives through them.

These strategic intimate conversations could be useful to us as a parish as we search for a new rector, if they help to not fear our differences, but rather see them as gifts and strengths.

This is not to come up with some consensus about Covid, but the opposite. So that we can see more clearly that being united, One in the Spirit, is more about being like-hearted, than like-minded.

We are One Body in Christ, even when we understand that in different ways.

[ I still hope and believe that ]as Americans, we can be what we claim to be,                 E pluibus Unem, from many, one.

The “things” that make for like heartedness and feed our souls, allowing us to remain in community

come not from agreement on points x, y, and z,

but because we care about the same kinds of questions, that often have very different answers.

For, we all can hear the question that Jesus asks Bartimaeus…

”What do you want me to do for you?” And yet, we each have a different answer.

It is my hunch that it is our questions, and the bonds (Holy Strings) that created when we hear the differences between our answers, which forms us into a community.

How as your war? How was your Covid?

In answer the question, “How was your Covid?” I am going to play a song,

Everything Must Change. That song is my initial response to How was your Covid?

Then I’ll tell you what has kept me afloat for more than a year now, my on-going spiritual snacking program on soul-food. 

Everything Must Change by Bernard Eighner, 1974 https://www.soultracks.com/story-benard-ighner-dies

Depending upon how many people you know who died, and were or still are sick, lost their jobs, loved ones, homes, careers, community life, access to what they care about, (church, sports, art, music), this has been the worst of times.

And for others, for whom these days have become an extended spiritual retreat, these have been the best of times.

How will telling our Covid stories contribute to our search for a new Rector?

Today, our collect mentionsfaith, hope and love as gifts rather than accomplishments,

things we receive and then figure out how to use in life-giving ways, to provide hope and vision – important kinds of sight – to a world with a supply chain problem low on hope and vision.

When we share these stories, we remove some of the barriers between us, and  allow each other glimpses our most pressing questions. With those glimpses, these gifts of faith, hope and love become manifest as a kind of Holy Strings of compassion, dismay,  wonder, gratitude, awe, …. As in religio… that is what religion of any kind does, it binds people together with Holy Strings. Together not necessarily because they agree or even are likeminded in all things, but because we care about each other, the Creator, and Creation.

2. Telling our stories is a kind of soul food & the Church a kind of soul food restaurant  

We’ve heard something about the four food groups — 

Junk Food             tastes great, but makes us sick and fat

Health Food          often doesn’t taste good, might make us healthier,

Good Food           does something good for both our bodies as well as our souls

Soul Food              tastes and feels good, inside, and out,

                              does not make us fat or sick, but rather makes us whole, if not                                         holy,   and brings joy, courage, compassion, gratitude,                                           humility, and love.

Early 19th century: from French, from restaurer ‘provide food for’ (literally ‘restore to a former state’).

The use of the words “soul food” is intentional. The “double entendre” = double hearing is not because either meaning is risqué, but because “soul food”, a significant aspect of Black culture reminds us of our covenant to work against oppression, of all kinds, the over and undervaluing of ourselves and others.

These strategic conversations make for soul food, by hearing, sharing, and honoring each person’s experience.

They are indications that the “gifts of faith, hope and love” are at work among us.

We come here to this soul food restaurant,

to feed, to be fed,/ to nourish each other, to be nourished

to “rest” in God, to be restored, to restore others

to be filled and then sent away with both full hearts and                                                  full stomachs

… by letting each other know something about our needs, i.e.

which questions matter most to us, and then sharing with each other something of how those needs are met, fed in the life of this congregation, we feed each other’s souls with small doses and (demonstrations) of faith, hope, and love.

My Covid Project begins each Monday morning by reading the lessons for the next Sunday, and then continues off and on over the week, as I chew upon, think about, explore the readings in terms of  what the lessons have to offer towards what I saw as my most pressing need for that week.

This is not any great work of scholarship or studiousness, It’s not about being right; it’s more about wanting to be whole, to be restored,  in a difficult time.

It is much more like snacking on little bits here in a way that does something to feed my soul, give me hope, help me to look about and see what I was not seeing… the kind of things that with hindsight I would come to label, later on, as our Psalm says, some of the “great things that God has done for us.”  But that label, isn’t where it starts out.

This spiritual / soul food program begins each week by taking stock… of what my greatest obstacle to – being okay, to being restored — now?

(And that question can become humbling, when week after week, I continue to come up with the same or similar obstacle. But,…so be it. That question is important.

This snacking program is a way of trying to figure out what is getting in the way of  the “faith, hope, and love” that the Collect suggests are gifts “we are given by God, ” and that I’d like to have more present in my life.

3.) This week’s soul food for me

This “program” is Highly flexible. Adjust, adapt, take short cuts… all you like. If you do it at all, it’s just right!!

1. Pick my most pressing challenge for the week

As when my faith, hope, and love are in some kind of battle with my fears, doubts, and despair.

[For me this rotates between the most recent physical ailment or fear

+/or trying to love and get along with someone, I’m not loving very well or getting along with

+/or yet another terrifying awareness of one more horrific event of oppression and injustice

+/or some heart-breaking environmental disaster…

any one of or some combination of all four.]

This question is important because in spite of the fact that we’ve used the same lessons in a 3-year rotation for more than 40 years, we have never yet been posed with exactly the same questions and answers because the context of our lives, of our questions and answers, and our reading these texts is ALWAYS changing

2.) I read through the lessons… rather superficially… i.e. sort of speed reading to see what, if ANYTHING,   in any way, might in some way link up with the challenge I identified.   E.g. It doesn’t have to be “right”…according to anyone else. At this point, it simply needs to fit my need in a way that I understand.     

9 With tears of joy they will come;  while they pray, I will bring them back.

I will lead them by quiet streams&  on smooth paths so they don’t stumble.                                                                                 from  Jeremiah

6 Those who sow with tears      will reap with glad songs.

7 Those who go out weeping,  carrying the seed,

will surely come home again with joy, shouldering their sheaves  from the Ps.

And the conversation between the Blind man, in Mark

 “Jesus, Son of David, show me mercy!” “Son of David, show me mercy!”

           “Call him forward.”   “Be encouraged! Get up! He’s calling you.”

           “What do you want me to do for you?”  “Teacher, I want to see.”

            “Go, your faith has healed you        

3. ) Keep track, however informally, of what I found that fit the need. Maybe write it down, or just highlight the printed text?

4.)  Chew on it for a while What the chewing gave me…  two things:

                  > a beautiful, powerful image of hope to counter act the too many visions of despair that keep showing up for me. An image I keep returning to again and again and again, for hope, vision of something more than what is currently before my eyes, in my heart.

                  > an example, and encouragement of how those who follow Jesus deal with each other to provide soul food to each other and those around them

For one thing, they argued with each other, and also stayed together, changed their minds, and openly encouraged one another.

They asked Jesus for what they needed. …meaning this glimpse of those who followed Jesus  looks more collaborative than I’ve at times come to imagine it.

There are important parts for everyone in the group to play,

something for everyone to hear, to say, to do, to be.

It’s not a story where anyone is sitting, left out in silence, nor does anyone, including Jesus, take over the story telling.  They do not begin in agreement; they disagree…and only after the small group conversation do some of them change their minds, and something new happens.

               The Blind man approached Jesus, not the other way around,

And he openly shouted, in public and asked for what he wanted. Jesus did not assume to know what the guy wanted. He asked, he listened… and when Jesus responded… he “gave the credit” to attributed the sight to the man’s faith rather than his own superpowers.                                                                                                                                                                  5.)  Come back a day or two later, and write a response to God based on what unfolded during the week

One aspect of this snacking program is that it resembles a snack in its incompleteness. It doesn’t pretend to be a full meal.  As important, or true some of this may be, I find it helpful to see this as more of something small along the way, to tide us over until something more filling comes along at a later time. I am more nourished when there isn’t so much pressure to do it right, etc.!!

6.)  Optional. I look up the songs and hymns that we have that go with these lessons, & pick one as a prayer.

The outcome of that step is what you are singing today. Our Episcopal hymnals, all five of them, plus the many hymns that we sing from the ELCA Hymnal are a WIDE range of soul food – we have a lot of hymns to choose from, they are not all alike, they do not all say the same things. It has been very powerful to look through the indexes of these hymnals and see how the many ways in which these texts become beautiful songs, or to realize that some Sundays, there isn’t one single hymn that fits any of the lessons for the day. I had no idea about that.

7.) Find a way to share that song and the prayer with someone else.

This final step… writing this closing prayer and sharing with someone else is a feast for me. Even a little bit of this kind of exchange is a feast… to catch a glimpse of how someone else’s faith, hope and love unfold in their lives, and share some of my own with others is life giving, hope building, connecting…restorative.

4. Conclusion    A Soul Food Snack for this Week

Holy One, here we are, together with You and one another, in this long season of distress; part of a great web of people who look to you with this outrageous hope of going out weeping,

and then coming back home again,

singing, with joy!

Here we sing glad songs together, for the many ways you restore us;

together, here in this place, where the soul food we consume,

          is rich in the compassion, humility, wisdom, joy, and courage

                    of Jesus-like lives;

          and becomes what we offer to the world around us. Alleluia, alleluia, Amen.

          I hope to hear about your Covid. 

Lament is talking back to God from out of our distress and intimate trust that God is willing to hear us at our worst yet stay with us through all things. While it might seem particularly appropriate for Lent, the woes of the world are not limited to any time of year.   

This honest, intimate, daring, trusting kind of conversation is an important aspect of how the “friends of God” in Scripture deal with their disappointments.  It’s not everything, there is more to it, but crying out to God in distress is the place to begin with our disappointments. These kinds of prayers and conversations honor and witness to the distress of both the innocent and the guilty.  They also indicate an intimacy (in the human – Divine relationship) of trust and concern that we all need when we are disappointed, grieving, angry, longing, or afraid.

The “friends of God” do not hold back from expressing clearly to God their distress over many kinds of disappointment:

Abraham       But Abram said, “Lord God, what can you possibly give me, since I still have no children?  [This is the 4^th time of asking!] Genesis 15:2

Moses             The Lord was outraged, and Moses was upset. 11 Moses said to the Lord, “Why have you treated your servant so badly? And why haven’t I found favor in your eyes, for you have placed the burden of all these people on me? 12 Did I conceive all these people? Did I give birth to them, that you would say to me, ‘Carry them at the breast, as a nurse carries an unweaned child,’ to the fertile land that you promised their ancestors? 13 Where am I to get meat for all these people? They are crying before me and saying, ‘Give us meat, so we can eat.’ 14 I can’t bear this people on my own. They’re too heavy for me. 15 If you’re going to treat me like this, please kill me. If I’ve found favor in your eyes, then don’t let me endure this wretched situation.”   Numbers 11: 10b – 15

Hanna            Hannah was very upset and couldn’t stop crying as she prayed to the Lord. Then she made this promise: “Lord of heavenly forces, just look at your servant’s pain and remember me! Don’t forget your servant! I Samuel 1:10 -11

Jonah             Jonah prayed to the Lord his God from the belly of the fish:

“I called out to the Lord in my distress, and he answered me.

                        From the belly of the underworld I cried out for help;

                         you have heard my voice.  Jonah 2:1b -2

The Psalmist 17:6       I cry out to you because you answer me.

                                    So tilt your ears toward me now—

                                    listen to what I’m saying!

                        18:6      I cry out to you because you answer me.

                                     So tilt your ears toward me now—

                                     listen to what I’m saying!

 Jesus                          My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Matt. 27:46

If talking back to God is okay with God, as it seems to be in the examples above, so is talking back to each other and witnessing each other’s laments. As North American Christians we’ve picked up the idea that lament is the same as whining and is never ever okay!

Whining and lament are very different kinds of expression. Whiners are not interested in change, are unwilling to take the risks necessary in intimate relationships and have little interest in hearing any response to their protests beyond giving them what they want.

A lament is based upon a trusting mutual relationship in which vulnerability is weighed against disappointment. A lament doesn’t work as a lament apart from this intimate balance of need, risk, trust, and care. Lamenters are opened to new possibilities by this experience of sharing their disappointments with God and with each other.

Part of what we gain from lamenting our own disappointments, is insight into how other folks deal with theirs.  As we move through these times of transition, we are reminded that everyone deals with disappointments. Everyone. We are disappointed about very different things. But whatever our disappointments may be, we all need our distress to be heard, honored and responded to.

Another thing we notice about disappointments after a while… that no matter what happened and who may be at fault or who has been harmed, the powerful experience of having our disappointments being taken seriously does a LOT to set us upon a path that eventually leads to healing and reconciliation, especially when that involves changing our minds and hearts. (aka repentance)

“We thank you for those disappointments and failures that lead us to acknowledge our dependence on you alone….   BCP 865

A Sermon — Pentecost, May 23, 2021

The Giving of the Holy Spirit & Using Covenant to Root Out Racism

Breath + Lament + Repent + Covenant

If we had one of those reader boards where they put up the sermon title, ours would say                                         

                        Lament, Repent, Covenant – Pentecost and Mr. George Floyd

So, how is it that on this Pentecost, we, in the Diocese of Olympia have been asked by our Bishop, Greg, to “incorporate ‘A Covenant to Root Out Racism’” into our worship today?  Tuesday, May 25^th is the anniversary of the murder of George Floyd. Today’s commemoration comes following the overwhelmingly passed resolution supporting anti-racism at our most recent Diocesan Convention.

The importance of what we are trying to do vies with the difficulties and inevitable clashes that will occur, within and without. It Isn’t easy.  We will make mistakes. May we be courageous and strong enough to ask hard questions and patient enough to listen for a long time.

I am doing this sermon because I have a lot of experience in the kinds of efforts that have NOT yet worked to bring about the change we need.

…over more than 50 years of task forces, committees, coalitions, exchange programs, conferences, workshops, 40 hr. long training sessions, books, retreats, classes, liturgies, conventions (Diocesan and National), study groups, commissions, and resolutions. I know a lot about what has pointed out, but not ended this peace with oppression.

I came to the Episcopal Church because of racism, even though I may not have used that word for it then.  In 1964, with a probably naïve awareness that there was “something” wrong about my mostly all white Ingraham H S, I applied for an inter-racial student exchange program with Garfield HS in Seattle. I was 16 yrs. old. In the course of that experience I participated in an Episcopal youth conference, walking into the Cathedral at sunset for Compline.

The other major experience was indicated by an obscene phone call and one piece of hate mail addressed to me, after I gave a short talk, based on my experiences at Garfield, for my all-white Presbyterian Church. I spoke out as a Christian against legal red-lining and in support of open housing. I had dared to suggest that different was simply different, not better, or worse.

So, Pentecost and George Floyd!

The Feast of Pentecost is a brilliant choice of days for this commemoration, it offers us such a rich collection of resources for our grievous problems.

The core of today is one Hebrew word for          breath + wind + Spirit            RUACH

The breath of life breathed by God into the dry bones of Israel, that these long dead bones might live again, and come together again as God’s people, is paired with:

w/ the breath in the Psalm, breath no creature can live without

w/ the groaning too deep for words for when we have no words to pray,

w/ the Spirit that fell upon a vastly diverse gathering of the early Church (including Jews                     and Arabs)                                       

w/ the Spirit sent to guide us into all the truth, taking what is of Jesus & declaring it to u       

and with all of the lives lost and damaged by the constrictions of oppression & injustice,

            as marked this day by the anniversary of the death of Mr. George Floyd,

            who died because he could not breathe.

Thus two images  give us much to hold on to.

the Descent of the Holy Spirit at Pentecost on the gathered diverse community

and that Valley of Dry Bones being breathed into life,

As with the Dry Bones, our situation today, at times, feels impossible, like long dead, dry bones.  After this many years of trying, and we do not seem to have made much progress.  

But these images, rather than those of despair and hopelessness, are precisely the images we need in our hearts, minds…and “guts.”

It is a challenge to do justice to both the new life-giving breath, wind of the Holy Spirit alongside of the anniversary of the death of George Floyd. I see that connection of Spirit and breath as stunning. Without breath, without the Spirit, we cannot live.

And, along-side of wave upon wave of division in our country and world, I see that VERY diverse group gathered together as one-in-the-Spirit, to be precisely what we need.  For, we are not “gathered in the Spirit’s tether” because we are alike, like each other, like the same things, and or agree in matters of theology, politics, or social theories of race.

Rather, we are drawn together in the Spirit’s tether by Holy Strings of love manifest as respect, trust, and mutual responsibility that are fruits of the Spirit.

We are drawn together at the level of breath:                                                    Holy Strings, BY Kathryn Rickert

and by a constellation of the reasons why Mr. George Floyd could not breathe.

“Our desires”,

the ones we share

with all who breathe,…

are what bind us

together with

the Holy One,

Creation,

one another,

and ourselves.

It is in the fulfillment center

where our desires

are weighed,

and so variously responded to,

that we are pulled apart.

That we desire and long

for something, anything,

isn’t the problem.

The problem

is whether or not

the desires are “ours”.

That is, shared with the Holy One,

Creation,

one another,

and ourselves,

and then allowed to

connect us.

The problem

is what comes of those longings

for the self alone,

apart from,

without any

of those holy strings  

attached.

As to this Covenant to Root out Racism –

“Holy Strings” is my shorthand for how entering into a covenant could contribute to the changes needed for ending our peace with oppression and injustice.

However, in order for the covenant to be yet more than words without actions, we need to spend some time pondering 4 words – Breath, Lament, Repent, Covenant

Breathing, lamenting, repenting, and covenanting are actions best understood in the first person. These words only “work” when they become familiar practices recognized in our experiences and felt within our bodies.

Within the biblical traditions….

Lament is a sound, a cry of distress, addressed to God

Repentance is a movement, a physical &/or spiritual change of direction or orientation, a turning

Covenant is a mutual arrangement, but not necessarily 50% + 50% of respect, trust, and mutual responsibility.

Lament  is a sound, a cry of distress, linked to animal cries in Heb & the sound of a loon in English.

            Addressed to God, out loud, usually in public, in the first person. (I or We)

            It is the prayer of insiders and witnesses, rather than spectators in the safe seats.

            Lament is an indication of faith, courage, & a willingness to risk… laments are not        guaranteed to work, they dare to talk back to God

            Lament also involves humility because it deals in volatile, strong emotions  —

                                       grief, fear, anger, rage, longing, lostness,

Outside of the Psalms of lament Sometimes I feel like a motherless child,  is our best example of lament

                        Sometimes I feel like a motherless child.

                        Sometimes I feel like a motherless child,

                        a long way from home,

                        a long way from home.

Lament may seem an unfamiliar term to us, but we actually do a lot of lamenting… but it is undercover, disguised as Country Western heart-break songs, screaming rock and roll, rap, the blues, jazz, sad movies, plays, and operas, communal mourning after a favorite team loses… that is, shows up in the arts, music, & sports.

The word is often used now to mean, “I regret”… something, much weaker than this intense first person ( I or we)… cry out to you God in our distress.

            And guilt is what repentance is for.

Repent   As lament is sound, repentance is movement.

Repentance – teshuva, in Heb. means to turn, to change directions. Feeling sorry for something is not repentance until it leads to a change of direction.

Oppression and injustice are not confined to the edges of our personal worlds, they are deeply woven into all aspects of public life. We cannot repent for the things others have done, — that we mourn, that we work against.

We can repent what we have done, left undone, not known, failed to notice, not cared about, not seen or heard, have ignored, or denied, by doing, noticing, caring, paying attention., and changing.

Guilt is about oneself, concern directed towards the self, not towards the those who are being harmed. For guilt to become constructive, bringing about major change or direction, it needs to keep growing and turn into compassion, escaping the confines of self-concern.

Covenant is the foundation of lament and the form of Holy Strings

A Covenant is an arrangement of mutual respect, trust, and responsibility, between two or more parties. Biblical covenants are not necessarily 50%-50% Parents have more power and more responsibilities than children do, but all have responsibilities and are worthy of respect.

Biblical notions of covenant have in mind matters of life and death, rather than house colors, or rules about boat trailers in the driveway, etc. 

Both the oppressed and the oppressor are caught in oppressive systems. Without these Holy Strings of respect, trust, and responsibility that work against “over and undervaluing” of anyone, no one is liberated. “Over and undervaluing” is another way of describing oppression and injustice based on race, gender, ethnicity, ability, religion, national origin, age, social class culture, sexual orientation, or indigenous heritage… that bring about “unnecessary suffering caused by social inequality.” (Nieto, 43)

A mutually shared covenant is how we are bound together in the Spirit to work against oppression. So, unless we have some experience of the Holy Strings between ourselves and Mr. George Floyd…and the millions of people whose lives unfold as though there were no Holy Strings between us, nothing will change.

We will have opportunities in the coming months to come back to this again…This is a very long- term project. We can only enter into such a Covenant a little bit at a time,…and with many ups and downs. Please… follow the excellent Anglican tradition of “read, mark and inwardly digest.” Please keep these pages, and take them home and put them where you will see them again, e.g. on your refrigerator door.

Mark the things you wonder about, don’t understand, don’t recognize, find troubling, disagree with.  Write your own version of it, translate it into your life, your words, your experience! But, don’t stop there, keep going. Consider using a Pondering Prayer—

out loud, in writing on paper, in a computer, in your head,… while you walk around,

sitting at the beach, in the garden,

                        Come, Holy Spirit come,

                        and breath into us courage, hope, and wisdom,

                        as we ask — Why, Holy One, why?

Why are things this way? Why did George Floyd die?

Why am I upset? angry? sad? afraid? concerned? worried? longing? or not?

Why is/are she, he, they upset? angry? sad? afraid? concerned? worried? longing? or not?

Why, Holy One, why? 

And then listen, and wait in hope. Give the Spirit time, a lot of time, to come upon you, to breathe into your heart and gut some new understanding, insight, compassion, wisdom… and see what comes.

Should you become discouraged in this process, as many people are, remember these two images the Spirit Breathing Life into what seemed impossible:

the Dry Bones …& the Descent of Holy Spirit upon a diverse group

            including Jews and Arabs, together in peace!

In that valley of the long dead, of the given-up hope ones, of despairing that God is with us still in this mess. we hear —  

“From the four winds, come [Spirit] and blow into these slain ones that they may live.” …and. When the breath entered them, they came to life and stood on their feet, an extraordinarily large company.”

            May the Spirit breathe into us and counsel us to

            restore and repair these many wounds of oppression and injustice. AMEN.

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  Beyond Inclusion, Beyond Empowerment: A Developmental Strategy

to Liberate Everyone, by Leticia Nieto with Margot F. Boyer, 2010, Cuetzpalin Publishing, Olympia, WA.  This book is available by calling the De Colores Book Store in Olympia.  (360) 357-9400, $60.00 including shipping. The same price as Amazon.

There is a rather long list of qualifications that belong here:

I know that anything I say is incomplete, not enough… falls short, is not all there is etc.

And that probably more than one person in our group will tell me why I am wrong about what I have written here.

But, I also know that the importance of the contextual setting of any answer can’t be dismissed, ignored, overstated, or downplayed. The meanings really do change from year to year, moment to moment.

Now, at this age, it’s become increasingly worthwhile to answer most questions with.. in this year, 2021 under these circumstances, etc. …

Easter means that….It’s not all about me. I am not the center of the universe, nor am I alone, I am not disconnected from others, and what I do or fail to do with, to and for others, including the Planet, matters immensely.

The short version, is that Easter means that whether or not I wear a mask, and get vaccinated has the most to do with the lives of others, not my own. It’s not all about me. I am not the measure of what is most important. What I see in the cross is a too familiar demonstration of how good is not reached by the easy way. In one form or  another, there are these moments where the only way for good / life/ light/ hope to arise will come by genuine self-offering, setting the self-to-the-side for the sake of others.

The salient feature of this year is the unique view of what Covid is making it more possible for some people to see — suffering, terror, fear, compassion, selfishness vs. self-offering giving/ sacrifice

while others are, if possible, are even more blinded than they were before as to the presence and impact of our connections to each other.

These many ways of looking at the life, death, and resurrection of Jesus can be useful or not, depending on which ones we latch on to. The whole idea of personal salvation, especially a kind of salvation that is presented as though it did not include and demand rather challenging levels of voluntary setting-of-the-self-to-the-side, and costly connection to others and the Creation, needs little commentary as to its potential to offend, and do anything but bring New Life, Light in Darkness, or Hope in the place of despair. It doesn’t work, it doesn’t  “save.”  It is not reconciling, healing, or life giving.

For me, as well as many others,  the isolation of the death and resurrection of Jesus from the Life is a major problem. To me, the death and resurrection apart from the Life is simply wrong. The point of the Life is that it demonstrates (the Law and the Prophets) and is the foundation of the pattern found in many, many places in Hebrew Scripture ( much taught to me by James Eblen) of orientation + disorientation + new orientation (Walter Brueggemann’s words). A model that omits the step between orientation and disorientation doesn’t work.

With this many Easters within my memory… at least 70, my answer is a mishmash of those various events. And the answer has certainly changed a lot over time. Now, unlike when I was much younger, more of the memory has less to do with words or ideas than it does with lived experience…much of which I can’t accurately describe, because it means more than I am able to convey.

Part of it has to do with Pesach, because of the various seders (more than one with Jim Mirel and far more in my own home,) I have been part of over the past 30+ years. For all that many around me do to keep the two far apart, they are not far apart for me. So the memory is a fusion of a fabulous Greek Easter Bread with dyed eggs, apricots, and figs woven like a crown Challah alongside of this Sephardic Charoset that I make from apricots, sour cherries, and pecans. Both.

But the most powerful memory so far has to do with what we call the Great Vigil of Easter, held on the Saturday Night, in full dark, beginning outside with the lighting of the New Fire, and the singing of the Exultet, before processing into a completely dark Church illuminated only by the Paschal Candle and the candles that the people are holding.  And, then sitting in the mostly dark, and hearing all of these lessons from Hebrew Scripture:

The Story of Creation                         Genesis 1:1–2:2         Psalm 33:1-11, or Psalm 36:5-10

The Flood                                              Genesis 7:1-5, 11-18;  8:8-18; 9:8-13           Psalm 46

Abraham’s sacrifice of Isaac             Genesis 22:1-18            Psalm 33:12-22, or Psalm 16   

Israel’s deliverance at the Red Sea   Exodus 14:10–15:1      [Exod. 15:1-6,11-13, 17-18] 

God’s Presence in a renewed Israel  Isaiah 4:2-6                  Psalm 122    

Salvation offered freely to all              Isaiah 55:1-11             Isaiah 12:2-6  or Psalm 42:1-7 

A new heart and a new spirit              Ezekiel 36:24-28         Psalm 42:1-7, 

The valley of dry bones                        Ezekiel 37:1-14           Psalm 30, or Psalm 143

The gathering of God’s people            Zephaniah 3:12-20      Psalm 98, or Psalm 126

All of that is the set up for this powerful proclamation, that Christ is risen. Which to me is shorthand for… there is Light, Hope, Life, Love, Reconciliation, and Compassion. Good Wins. God is. We are not alone, we are connected. And what we do, think, feel, and set our hearts upon (aka believe) matters.  And we “know this” in the breaking of the bread, Eucharist, and in the sending forth into the world to be who and what God has called us to be and do, in the power of the Holy Spirit.  Amen.

for Harley

“I find the difference between Black and White Evangelicals to be interesting. White Evangelicals tend to think in catastrophic terms when they think about Biden. Less so for Black Evangelicals. Indeed, the White-Black differences stand out in many ways. I am led to think that the crucial factor is not Evangelical but rather it is White. Note that the same difference is found with Black and White Catholics. Is the famous loyalty of White Evangelicals (and in general White Christians) all more about race than religion? I think so.

The bottom line: racism has permeated American Christianity to an appalling degree. This is no surprise, given our history, but it is very demoralizing. As Christians, we are supposed to be redeemed and transformed people. Is our faith really just “skin deep.” Are our faith statements empty platitudes? 

Where do we go from here?”

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Prelude:                                  Everything Must Change – words & music Bernard Ighner

Address to God        O Holy One, God of Everyone,

                                    God known, unknown, recognized, ignored, denied

                                    You are still our Emmanuel,

                                    God with All of us,

                                    alike, unlike, disliked,

                                    our God,

                                    the only One there is.

Complaint                  “Where do we go from here?”

                                    Like Jonah,

                                    we are called to go where we do not want to go

                                    called to do things we don’t want to do

                                    asked to love people we don’t know, don’t understand, or like,

                                    and disturbed by minds that do not change,

                                    and those that do,

                                    apparently, Including YOURS!

                                    We are upset, outraged, sad, angry, afraid, confused, and                                                     overwhelmed

                                    with longing for something we can’t find or name!

Petition                       God of Everyone, do something,

                                    please, do something!

                                    We cry out to you from deep trouble,

                                    this is our belly prayer:

                                    We need, want, long, desire…

                                    to be restored, repaired, and reunited

                                    with You,

                                    with the Creation,

                                    with each other,

                                    with ourselves.                                         

A Song:                      Sometimes I feel like a motherless child

Affirmation of Trust    Holy One for everybody,

                                    we’ve heard the stories

                                    the one about being vomited up by a great fish

                                    about walking on water

                                    about bringing new life to what was thought to be dead.

                                    Do that, again, please.

                                    Do that again,

                                    and this time,

                                    with us.

                                    Our faith is so off and on,

                                    so up and down.

                                    This time,

                                    may we wait for you

                                    with patience

                                    and hope.

Vow of Praise:           So much is still broken,

                                    in disarray, at odds,

                                    not at all right,

                                    divided.

                                    But we won’t wait

                                    until the day when it’s not.

                                    Even now,

                                    when our hope is wobbly,

                                    we will continue

                                    to notice even the smallest

                                    drops and rejoice

                                    in you,

                                    our God of Everyone.

A Song:          When Jesus Wept, William Billings (1746-1800),                     https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ahRyAZZ1qCQ

            When Jesus wept, the falling tear In mercy flowed beyond all bound;
            When Jesus groaned, a trembling fear, Seized all the guilty world around.

Vow or Blessing:        Blessed are those who are sad,

                                   afraid, distressed, longing, & mad–

                                    for they shall comfort each other,

                                    and be comforted by you,

                                    the God of Everyone. Amen.

Postlude:        Lift every Voice and Sing,   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fGaEV_ir3KQ

                      James Weldon Johnson, & J. Rosamond Johnson (brothers)

Lift every voice and sing
Till earth and heaven ring
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty
Let our rejoicing rise
High as the listening skies
Let it resound loud as the rolling sea

Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us
Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us
Facing the rising sun of our new day begun
Let us march on till victory is won

Stony the road we trod
Bitter the chastening rod
Felt in the days when hope unborn had died
Yet with a steady beat
Have not our weary feet
Come to the place for which our fathers sighed?

We have come over a way that with tears has been watered
We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered
Out from the gloomy past
Till now we stand at last
Where the white gleam of our bright star is cast

God of our weary years
God of our silent tears

Thou who has brought us thus far on the way
Thou who has by Thy might Led us into the light
Keep us forever in the path, we pray
Lest our feet stray from the places, our God, where we met Thee

Lest, our hearts drunk with the wine of the world, we forget Thee
Shadowed beneath Thy hand
May we forever stand
True to our God
True to our native land
Our native land