Jack and the Blindman

A dear Iowa friend of mine passed away a few weeks ago.  One of my favorite memories of Jack has him kneeling at the church’s altar rail flanked by his children and grandchildren.  They take up the entire rail and for this reason, although not wealthy by a monetary standard, Jack was perhaps the richest man I have ever known.  I met him soon after I accepted a call to serve as the rector of St. John’s Church in Keokuk.  He was an immensely likable fellow; tall, with a warm smile and laugh I wished my own grandfather had possessed.  Jack was positive, even-tempered, and soft-spoken without being quiet or withdrawn.  Retired before we met, he spent most of his working career managing a local grocery store.  After I arrived, Jack began to spend more time at the church.  He tinkered with broken things, kept the lawn mowers in good repair, and coaxed to life the ancient boiler every time the outside temperature dropped.

The parish’s custom was to have the rector appoint a Senior Warden while the Vestry elected a Junior Warden (some churches still do this and refer to them as the “Rector’s Warden” and the “Peoples’ Warden”).  Typically, the priest asked one of the local bank presidents (all of whom were members of the congregation), to be the Senior Warden.  One of these bankers, Ed, filled the office during the interim period through the first year of my service.  One day he came to me to let me know the time had come for him to step down.  Ed told me I needed to think about appointing a new Senior Warden and asked if I had anyone in mind.

Now, as I said, the local tradition had several prominent members rotating through various parish leadership positions on a regular basis.  They were all good folks who were dedicated to the betterment of the town as well as the parish.  The only problem was none really wanted the job.  Would they do it if asked?  Yes.  But was it their ministry or calling?  Not at that time.  I sat through more than one conversation where these gentlemen negotiated who would have to do what at the church over the course of the next few years.  “I just got off the Vestry.”  “It’s not my turn.”  “I am already on community boards X, Y, and Z so I don’t have the time.”  I had the impression the church’s officers were “selected” by who lost a card game at the local country club.  I longed to have a Senior Warden who would be enthusiastic about the job; who would see the work as a calling, not a duty; as a ministry, not an obligation.

So when Ed asked me if I had anyone in mind, I said yes… Jack.  I can still see the look on Ed’s face.  It was a mixture of shock and support; the kind of look indicating the notion of Jack as Senior Warden had never occurred to him, but it might just work out.  Well, Jack accepted my call and – guess what – it worked out beautifully!  He provided an example of leadership that was just what the parish needed at the time.  He was enthusiastic and willing to roll up his sleeves and get to work.  And whereas the bankers always had to negotiate with one another as competitors as well as parishioners, everyone thought of Jack as a friend.  After three years of service, the one and only downside to having Jack as Senior Warden was no one felt capable of filling his shoes!

I all my years of ordained ministry, asking Jack to be Senior Warden is one of the ten best things I have ever done, and I am still working on the other nine!  I saw something in him previous clergy had not been able to discern; perhaps because their notion of leadership was too small or too conditioned by the limitations of the local setting.  To pick up on the language of today’s Scripture readings, we might say they were blind.

Consider the reading from the Old Testament.  God appoints Samuel to anoint a new king.  Now, God knows Samuel is going to need a lot of assistance if he is going to get this task right.  So God tells the prophet what city to look in – Bethlehem.  And God even tells him which family to check out – the house of Jesse.  But, even with all this guidance, Samuel almost goofs it up.  He wants to choose the oldest, who is tall and dashing.  But God says no, don’t judge by outward appearances, rather, look at what is on the inside; look at the heart.  By focusing on conventional methods to gauge a person’s potential, Samuel exemplifies what it means to be spiritually blind.

Jesus confronts several layers of blindness in today’s gospel reading.  The first is physical.  A man blind from birth comes to him to be healed.  As the story unfolds we learn something truly remarkable: of all the manifestations of blindness, physical blindness is the easiest to cure.  A little dirt, a little spit, a quick wash of the face and, waala… sight!

The rest of the story deals with the more difficult aspects of blindness:

§ The inability to see God at work in the story of the blind man (“perhaps he was never blind in the first place”).

§ The inability to see Jesus as being the One sent from God.

If the restoration of physical sight is the main objective, the story should have ended after only a few short verses.  The more pernicious and persistent blindness is the inability to see how God is present in one’s life and the inability to recognize what God seeks to do though a person.

We have all had the experience of underestimating or undervaluing the gifts of another.  We have all been like Ed when first presented with the possibility Jack can fit the bill.  Ed was spiritually blind; unable to see what God saw in Jack, just as Samuel was blind to what God saw in David.

But here is a twist to Jack’s story.  Ed was not the only person blind to Jack’s potential.  The other person blind to what God could do in and through Jack was… Jack!  When presented with the opportunity to be Senior Warden, Jack hemmed and hawed; not like the bankers who did not want another responsibility, but because he did not see himself as capable or qualified to hold the office.  After much “encouragement” (my spiritual word of “arm-twisting”), Jack said to me, “Well, if you think I can do the job, I’ll accept on one condition – if you ever find that I am not doing a good job, you have to let me know so I can step down.”  “Deal,” I said, confident I would not have to follow through on the promise.

Do you ever underestimate yourself?  Are you spiritually blind to what God is doing in you?  Are you able to see what God is doing through you? 

Allow me to point out two truths from today’s readings.  One you probably saw, the other you probably didn’t.  Jesus says to the blind man, “I am the light of the world.”  Jesus is the one who delivers us from darkness to light; from blindness to sight.  He is the one who leads us and guides us; who illumines our minds and stirs our imaginations.  This, I trust, you have heard before.  Here is what you may have missed.  It comes from Paul’s letter to the church in Ephesus.  “Once,” he writes, “you were in darkness, but now in the Lord you are light.  Live as children of the light.”  Did you catch that?  Jesus says, “I am the light of the world.”  Paul writes to the faithful, “When you are in Jesus you are light.” 

What more needs to be said about the incredible potential abiding within each one of us as we abide in Jesus?  And yet, how many of us are like Ed – unable to see the potential in another?  And how many of us are like Jack – unable to sense or see our own potential?

The story of Ed and Jack is just one of dozens from parish life I could point to as being a healing of blindness.  Ed, to his credit, soon came to appreciate what Jack could do for the church.  He became one of Jack’s biggest supporters and most vocal cheerleaders.  Jack, in his own, humble way, grew in confidence and in the esteem of the congregation.  He came to see himself as a leader with much to offer.  And, to be honest, even though I saw potential in Jack, I never guessed how gifted he turned out to be.  I saw for myself how someone who is right on the inside can be empowered to serve God and God’s people.

Jack’s story, like that of the blind man and the boy David, hints at the potential of each and every person in our faith community and in our lives.  It reminds us to look at one another with new eyes; eyes that somehow try to take in what God is doing in our midst through our work and ministry to one another.  And it reminds us to look at ourselves in a new way too.  Every person who is in Christ, young or old, rich or poor, educated or untrained, is light and is called by God, equipped by God, and commission by God to do great things.

If You Knew Who was Standing before You...

“If you knew who it was standing before you…”

Joshua Bell is famous for two reasons.  First, he is a world-renowned violinist and conductor; a recipient of numerous honors and awards.  Which leads to the second reason he is famous.  Most people do not know who he is.  Three days after a critically acclaimed concert hall performance in Washington, DC, Bell donned a baseball cap and repeated his entire 45-minute program at the Metro subway station in L’Enfant Plaza.  27 commuters, only one of whom recognized him, tossed a total of $32.17 into his open case.  Thousands upon thousands of commuters walked past Bell and did not listen even to a small portion of a recital that would have cost them at least $100 to hear a few days earlier.

If you knew who it was standing before you…

In this morning’s Gospel reading we hear again the encounter Jesus has with a Samaritan women drawing water from a well.  Their conversation is rich and full and, for the woman, completely unexpected because Jesus crosses several chasm-sized social divides to engage another human being.  One divide is ethnic.  While Samaritans and Jews worship the same God, Jews refuse to associate with Samaritans because their bloodline is mixed with gentiles.  A second divide is religious.  The two peoples disagree about the canonical books of the bible and sanctioned places of worship.  Another divide relates to gender.  In their day and age, this is not the way men and women normally interact in polite society. 

The final divide is personal.  This woman is rejected by her own community.  She draws water, not in the cool of the morning, when all the other women of the village gather and socialize, but in the heat of the noonday hour.  She is ostracized.  She is divorced – multiple times. Five different men have committed to her and then written a certificate of divorce; essentially putting her out on the street.  Perhaps she is guilty of infidelity.  Tradition seems to view her has having loose morals.  But it is just as likely she is a casualty of a male-dominated society, which views wives as interchangeable parts.  Based on her edgy conversation with Jesus, which reverberates with the kind of verbal sparring associated with male-only rabbinic debates, it is likely this woman’s lone crime in five different marriages is being too “uppity” (read “intelligent”) for her dimwitted husbands’ tastes.

At the beginning of the encounter with Jesus, the woman does not know who is standing before her.  By the end of the story, her testimony becomes an integral part of the conversion of her entire village.  She enables them to see what she comes to see about the person standing before her.

For some reason, the Jesus of the bible and the Jesus of the Christian tradition, is not easy to recognize.  His true identity is obscured, even though he is standing right there in front of a person.

Are you familiar with the story of St. Martin of Tours?  As a young man in the early part of the 4^th century, he serves as an officer in the Roman army.  At a time when he is in the process of preparing to be baptized, Martin happens upon a cold, scantily clad beggar.  Acting almost on instinct, Martin removes his heavy red army cloak, draws his sword, and cuts it in half.  He keeps one piece for himself and shares the other with the beggar.  That night, in a dream, Martin has a vision of Jesus wearing his cloak.   

If you knew who it was standing before you...

The Christian tradition is filled with accounts of various people encountering Jesus in the person of another, particularly in the poor and needy.  Mother Teresa of Calcutta talks of seeing Jesus in “the distressing disguise of the poorest of the poor”.  She writes about finding a crippled, homeless woman sitting on the side of a street in Rome.  Tumors poke out of the woman’s sparse gray hair: 

My heart was intensely affected at the sight of her and I wanted to scoop her up off the street and save her from her homeless life.  Instead, through tears, I kissed her hands, prayed with her, and gave her a blessed Miraculous Medal.  I overwhelmingly saw Jesus in this woman and I wanted to love and comfort him in her.

If you struggle with this kind of sainthood you are not alone. 

St. Thérèse of Lisieux, the 19^th century monastic so devoted to our Lord she is know as “the little flower of Jesus”, writes about one particular nun who has the singular ability of irritating her in everything she does:

As I did not want to give way to my natural dislike for her, I told myself that charity should not only be a matter of feeling but should show itself in deeds.  So I set myself to do for this sister just what I should have done for someone I loved most dearly.

Every time she crosses paths with her sister nun, Thérèse prays for her.  Each and every day she sets herself to do something selfless and thoughtful for her sister.  Whenever Thérèse wants to say something unpleasant in response to something her sister does, she smiles instead.

One day, the sister approaches her with a beaming face and asks, “Sister Thérèse, will you please tell me what attracts you so much to me?  You give me such a charming smile whenever we meet.” St. Thérèse thought to herself, “It is the Jesus hidden in the depths of your soul who attracts me, Jesus who makes the bitterest things sweet!”

If you knew who it was standing before you...

It might just transform the way you see the poor and needy.  It might just transform the way you see the person who most annoys you.  And perhaps, it just might transform the way you see the person looking back at you every morning when you look in the mirror.

John Berger, in his revolutionary 1972 book Ways of Seeing, describes a profound difference between the way men and women are raised in our society:

A woman must continually watch herself.  She is almost continually accompanied by her own image of herself.  Whilst she is walking across a room or whilst she is weeping at the death of her father, she can scarcely avoid envisaging herself walking or weeping.  From earliest childhood she has been taught and persuaded to survey herself continually…  She has to survey everything she is and everything she does because how she appears to men, is of crucial importance for what is normally thought of as the success of her life.  Her own sense of being in herself is supplanted by a sense of being appreciated as herself by another....

Berger goes on to write:

One might simplify this by saying: men act and women appear.  Men look at women.  Women watch themselves being looked at.  This determines not only most relations between men and women but also the relation of women to themselves… Thus she turns herself into an object -- and most particularly an object of vision: a sight.

When you stand in front of a mirror, do you know who it is that is standing in front of you?  Are you simply an object, or are you something more?

I think the woman at the well has to come to recognize two different people.  First, she has to see who it is asking her for water.  This person, she comes to see, is the Messiah, the Christ.  And this is no small perception, to be sure.  Perhaps even more difficult for her is seeing herself in a whole new way.  She, rejected by five husbands and ridiculed by an entire community, she, a half-blood not from good enough stock, she, of a subservient gender in her male-dominated society, she becomes the image-bearer and message-proclaimer of God in Christ residing in each and every human being – the poor, the annoying, the dismissed, me, you!

This prayer of Thanksgiving for the Diversity of Cultures and Races is in one of my favorite collects in the prayer book:

O God, who created all peoples in your image, we thank you for the wonderful diversity of races and cultures in this world.  Enrich our lives by ever-widening circles of fellowship, and show us your presence in those who differ most from us, until our knowledge of your love is made perfect in our love for all your children; through Jesus Christ our Lord.  Amen.

At a time in our national life when homogeny appears to be the medicine for all that ails and worries us, this prayer is a protest.  At a time when we are creating more and more chasms between people, it reaffirms God’s desire for our lives to be enriched through ever-widening circles of fellowship.  It holds up the conviction of our Scriptures and our tradition that Jesus appears to us in the guise of the other, especially in those people who differ most from us.

If you knew who it was standing before you...

Nicodemus

Nicodemus is one of those figures in Scripture, that, if we could meet him personally, many of us would find it easy to relate to him.  Deeply entrenched in the Jewish orthodox faith, he is a man of education, position, and status.  While others in his circle regard Jesus with suspicion, Nicodemus recognizes a rare spiritual quality in his life.  Cautious by nature, he comes to Jesus under the cover of darkness at a location far enough from the city to allow them to chat discretely.  In spite of all that Nicodemus has going for him, he has a lingering, nagging feeling within that something is missing in his life.  Simply stated, Nicodemus senses his life has been filling, but not fulfilling.

In his book, Modern Man in Search of a Soul, the famous psychologist Carl Jung makes this observation: “About a third of my cases are suffering from no clinically definable neurosis, but from the senseless emptiness of their lives.  This can be described as the general neurosis of our time.”  His words ring truer today than when the book was published in 1933.

If you ask the average person what she or he really wants out of life, the answer (in one form or another) will be “I want to be happy.”  The pursuit of happiness is a right guaranteed in the Constitution.  We buy books, take classes, do charity work, attend church, go on vacations, drink and flirt and spend a little more than we ought, all in a never-ending attempt to find the elusive quality called “happiness”.  Even still, I suspect most people do not feel very happy most of the time.  Our lives are full, but they are not fulfilling.

I read recently about a woman who dreamed of marrying a successful doctor or corporate executive so she could live in a fancy house in a posh suburb.  But once her dream came true she began to wonder if maybe there wasn’t more to life.  She made lunch dates with friends and worked to raise money for worthy causes.  She even opened a boutique, hoping if she could fill her days so she could banish the gnawing sense of emptiness in her soul.  But no matter how busy she kept herself, the hunger did not go away.

Why is happiness so difficult to find and to maintain – both for those who get what they want out of life as well as for those who don’t?  Why do people with so many reasons to be happy feel as if something is missing from their lives?  Rabbi Harold Kushner, in his book When All You’ve Ever Wanted isn’t Enough, observes the more we sacrifice our lives before the altar of success the more we find things like money and power do not satisfy the unnamable hunger in our soul.  Kushner writes:

Our souls are hungry for meaning, for the sense that we have figured out how to live so that our lives matter, so that the world will be at least a little bit different for our having passed through it.  What frustrates and robs our lives of joy is the absence of meaning.

In South Wales there is a species of moth that has no mouth.  As a caterpillar it lays its eggs and then changes into a moth with no digestive system.  It has no way to take in nutrition and therefore starves to death within a few short hours.  Nature has equipped it for one purpose – to reproduce.  When the moth has assured life for the next generation it has served its purpose and then dies.  Are we like that?  Are we here just to produce children and then fade away?  Or, is there some higher purpose to our existence?  In the end, do we matter?  Is there more to life than filling our days?  Can we feel fulfilled?

These questions about meaning are the ones we turn to religion for answers and insight.  Maybe they are the questions Nicodemus has on his mind, but I don’t know.  My guess is he, like many of us, is looking for something more significant than he has already found.  He wants Jesus to say or to do something that will lead him to a sense of meaning and purpose; to a feeling of fulfillment.  Jesus perceives this and quickly brings their discussion to this very point.

Jesus says to Nicodemus, “No one can see the Kingdom of God [find the one thing so significant in life that with it all the other pieces fall into place] unless he is born from above.” 

I suspect many of us view with skepticism the born-again rhetoric of revivalist religion.  You only need to watch a few minutes of a TV evangelist to come to the conclusion nothing close to a deeply significant, life-changing insight is going to be mediated through born-again religion.  But if we can separate ourselves from the preconceived stereotype of the televangelist and listen again to Jesus’ words we might hear something important.  He says it is God’s Spirit that not only fills us, but fulfills us.  He says what will fill the unnamed hunger in our soul cannot be found in this world nor is there anything you can do to secure it.  It comes to us freely from God by the means of God’s grace.

The fancy name for the Christian doctrine of new birth is “regeneration”.  Now, regeneration is not a resolution – a commitment on your part to turn over a new leaf.  Regeneration is not morality – a desire to be a better person.  Regeneration is not even religion, if by this you mean devotion to a religious institution or practice.  II Corinthians 5:17 states, “If anyone is in Christ he or she is a new creature.  The old has passed away and behold, new things come.”  This is regeneration. 

There is a story about a frustrated social worker that gets to heart of what regeneration and new birth from above is all about.  In the story, a social worker tries in vain to persuade a family to clean up their trash-filled home.  When nothing succeeds, she creates large, colorful arrangement of flowers, brings it into the house, and sets it on a table in the center of the family’s living room.  From there its beauty sits in judgment of all the filth surrounding it.  First the family tidies up the living room to make it a more fitting place for the new gift.  Then the living room sits in judgment of the rest of house until the family cleans it up too.  Beauty comes into the house and changes both it and the people who live there.

This is exactly how new birth/regeneration happens.  God’s Spirit comes into us in ways we do not know, understand, or deserve, and yet there is God… in us!  When we recognize God is within, even though we are not worthy to stand before God, much less have intimate fellowship with God, we begin to change in ways we ourselves never dreamed possible.  We begin to move from existing to thriving, from being filled to fulfilled.

Now, lest you send me packing with a tent to preach my revivalist thinking to the less educated, let me point out no less of an authority than our own cherished Rite I liturgy supports me in this matter.  We say in our corporate prayer,

Here we offer and present unto thee, O Lord, ourselves, our souls and bodies, to be a reasonable, holy, and living sacrifice unto thee; humbly beseeching thee that we, and all others who shall be partakers of this Holy Communion, may [1] worthily receive the most precious Body and Blood of thy Son Jesus Christ, [2] be filled with thy grace and heavenly benediction, and [3] be made one body with him, [why?] that he might dwell in us and we in him.

By any measure these words are a prayer for new birth from above.  But it is not the words or the actions that are important, it is, of course, the longing of the heart and stirring of the soul brought about by God’s indwelling which leads to regeneration.  John Lincoln, a scholar and critic of the late 20^th century, once stated that the time he was converted was when religion became no longer mere duty, but pleasure.

Nicodemus comes to the Lord in secret under the cover of darkness.  Although he has the best of all life can offer, although he is a success by every standard of the world, he still wonders if there might be something more.  This is what he comes to Jesus to ask.  Jesus replies, “Nicodemus, if you want to see the Kingdom of God, you must be born again!”  You must allow God’s beauty to dwell within you and let it begin to change everything about you.  Embrace this intimate divine, holy fellowship and your life will be fulfilling.

"I Know how I Act around Cookies"

At lunch following last Wednesday’s community service, a local pastor asked me what I was giving up for Lent.  Before I could answer he volunteered he was giving up fried calves’ livers and boiled cabbage – in essence, nothing.  Now, there are years when I do not give up anything for Lent and do not take on anything either.  I decide, for whatever reason, not to make my Lent a rigorous experience.  By the way, Easter always seems to arrive much quicker these years.  The more rigorous my Lenten discipline, the longer Lent seems to last! 

Lenten discipline is not a demand of the Church, it is an invitation and a gift from the Church.  It is an opportunity for you to challenge yourself in some sort of way.  And, unlike a New Year’s resolution, Lenten disciplines have the added element of a spiritual component.  We don’t just want to be a better person, we want to be more spiritually alive – more in tune with who God is and how God is at work in our lives.

This year I am giving up computer games.  I only play a couple of card games, but I usually do them at critical moments in my day.  When I get up each morning I sit at my home computer and visit several news and social media sites.  Once completed, I play card games for 15-20 minutes.  It seems to help my brain wake up.  In the evening, before making dinner, I go back to my computer and revisit the news sites.  After this, I again play computer games, only this time it can last for half an hour or more.  It seems to help my brain slow down.  Many nights I will spend another 15 minutes playing games before going to bed.  The time adds up.

I read once how these kinds of games are addictive because they are soothing.  Requiring very little thought as they integrate the hand movement of the mouse with eye coordination, the activity of playing a low-key computer game has an impact on the brain similar to what a person experiences while knitting or doing cross stitch.  It is a physical activity that helps the brain shut off the demands of the day. 

My personal Lenten challenge will be to find new ways to do this.  A more focused time of prayer is an option – and a good one.  Reading is another.  Reflection and writing are possibilities.  My computer offers other options besides games.  I have several different programs that allow me to work with pictures and images – changing their color or their focus.  It involves a lot of mindless mouse clicking and therefore is soothing, but when all is said and done, unlike a computer game, something has been generated.

My Lenten discipline is tempting me in ways I did not anticipate.  Last week, when I went to the computer, if I felt like playing a game, I opened it and played.  Now, the urge is there, but I have to resist it.  I am realizing the pattern of visiting sites followed by playing a game is deeply ingrained in me.  Resisting it takes real willpower.

There is an important lesson in this, namely, you can only be tempted to do something if you are determined not to do it.  The main reason we determine not to do certain things is because we believe them to be wrong.  We Christians are tempted more than most because we have embraced a clear set of guidelines for living set out in the bible and lived out by Jesus Christ.  Some of these guidelines will be easier for you to embrace than others.  Some will tempt you not at all, while others will require your constant vigilance. 

A few years ago the publication Discipleship Journal surveyed its readers to learn what most tempted them.  Here is what they learned:

9.        Lying

8.        Gluttony

7.        Envy

5.        Sexual lust

5.        Anger and bitterness

4.        Laziness

3.        Self-centeredness

2.        Pride

1.       Materialism

81% said temptation was more difficult to resist when they had neglected their relationship with God.  57% said temptation’s lure increases when they are tired.  84% turn to prayer to resist temptation, 76% resist by avoiding compromising situations, 66% rely on bible study, and 52% find strength by being accountable to another person.

C.S. Lewis held that temptations get stronger the longer you resist them.  He noted the person who gives in after five minutes does not know what it feels like to resist temptation for five hours or five days.  He also articulated the difference between temptation and testing.  Experiences that test us reveal our moral character and strength.  Testing brings to the surface our true colors.  It makes us stronger, better people.  Temptation does not beckon us to our best, rather it begs and begs and begs us to be our worst by giving into what is wrong or even evil.  According to the bible, God tests.  According to the bible, Satan tempts.

Every year, on the first Sunday in Lent we follow Jesus into the wilderness.  He goes there to be alone immediately after experiencing the most profound event in his life to date - his baptism.  As he comes up out of the water he hears God speak: “You are my Son.  With you I am well-pleased.”  The sparse barren wilderness and forty days of fasting allows him to test what this means.  It also presents Satan with an opportunity to tempt him. 

Each temptation presents Jesus with a possible way of living into his identity as God’s son.  The subtle way each shades who he is to be only adds to the temptation’s power.  Break your fast by turning stones into bread.  Let people see who you really are by throwing yourself off the Temple and having angels save you.  Your destiny is to rule over all the world and you can have it now by bowing down to me, with no sacrifice, no cross required. 

Jesus rebuffs each temptation by quoting Scripture.  Knowing God’s Word enables him to know who he is and whose he is.  He resists temptation by drawing on his identity in God’s eyes.  We can learn from this.  We can learn to ask the question “Who am I in God’s eyes?”  Even better, “Who can I be in God’s eyes?”  Every time we rehearse our Baptismal Covenant I ask myself in what way might I live into this identity more fully.  And with each step I take in that direction I feel more truly alive.  It feels good to be faithful.  It feels good to live with integrity.  It feels good to sense that I am who I am supposed to be.

At last Wednesday’s service, our preacher, Dr. J.J. Ferguson, said something very simple, yet incredibly profound.  He said, “The bible doesn’t tell us why there is sin.  But it does tell us the remedy for sin is confession.”  I like that.  I like viewing confession as God’s gift to us.  As a child, when I was sick I said to my mother, “I don’t feel good.”  She responded, “I know you don’t, sweetheart.  Now let’s work on getting you better.”  When we fall short, we say, “Heavenly Father, I have sinned in thought, word, and deed.”  And God responds, “I know you have, sweetheart.  Now let’s work on getting you better.”   

I sense my Lenten discipline is one small way to make me feel better in one small aspect of my life.  If I can triumph over this, with God’s help, what else might I be able to bring into submission? 

I have mentioned one of the ways I sometimes prepare for a sermon is by doing Google searches.  So this past week I landed on a page of quotes about “temptation”.  My absolute favorite comes from a book by Claudia Gray called Evernight.   More Google research reveals Evernight is a series of novels aimed at young adults.  Who knew?  The quote, I assume, comes from one of the characters in the book:

“Self-knowledge is better than self-control any day,” Raquel said firmly. “And I know myself well enough to know how I act around cookies.” 

To Raquel I think God would say this:

“Stay away from cookies if you must, but there will be a day when you will get the better of them.  You will come to see yourself as more than appetite and more than an anxious self who finds soothing comfort in binge eating.  I am glad you know who you are.  I am with you in the journey to who you will be.  Lets get working on that when you are ready.  But for now, know you are deeply, deeply loved by the Holy One who created you.”

And, as I type these last words on a Saturday evening, I so badly want to play a computer game.  But, not tonight!

A Memory of Dust

“Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return.”

With these familiar words Lent is off and running.  Every year we gather in this place to have the soot of burned palm crosses spread across our foreheads.  And every year we gather to remember the central truth put forward by the 7^th verse in the 2^nd chapter of Genesis:

“And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.”

We are formed by God and animated by God.  We are both dust – of the earth – and breath – of God.  We in the Christian tradition add to this mix the water of baptism, moistening our dust and breath so we can be like clay in the hands of a Holy Potter, shaped by Christ for Christ to be like Christ.

That is a lot to think about and it is a lot to remember!  You are dust.  You are breath.  You are water.  Perhaps a good way to begin the reflective season of Lent is to ponder each of these realities of your life. 

The dust represents your physical, earthy existence.  It is what you eat and drink.  It is how your body works.  It is how you allow your spirit to live and move and have its being in the things of the earth: in the warmth of the sun, under the flickering light of the stars, in the comfort of a soothing bath, in the arms of a tender embrace.  Your dust needs its day.  How is your dust doing?  When do you pay attention to your dustiness?  What more might you do to give your dust its due?

The breath represents God within you.  Think of your own breathing.  Most of your breaths come about through an unconscious process.  You inhale and exhale most often without giving it a thought.  So too, most of God’s presence in our lives happens because God is present without our conscious awareness.  But then there are those times when we need to stop and “catch our breath.”  In these moments we are very much engaged in the breathing process.  These are the times we reach out to God for help or grace or guidance or forgiveness.  The act of worship and regular prayer is something like the mindful breathing of yoga.  The intentional inviting of God’s breath affects us.  It does something to our dust.  It helps our dust to settle down when it is being blown about by something other than God’s breath.  It makes us healthy and whole and restores us to who we are to be.  What might you do to be more mindful about inviting God’s breath into your life?

The water represents your baptism.  Your old dust and breath drowned in this water so that you can rise to new life with Christ.  It cleanses you.  I refreshes you.  It renews you.  It allows you to be molded and shaped into the image of Christ.  Where is your life like Christ’s?  How might you acknowledge and celebrate the ways your life is a reflection of his?   Is there an aspect or two of your life you sense you are ready to allow the Potter to reshape?  Are there things about your life you do not want the Potter’s hands to touch?

Remember you are dust.  What happens if you don’t remember this truth?  Perhaps pondering the definition of the word “remember” might help.  After a brief Google search here is what I found:  Remember – “have in or be able to bring to one’s mind an awareness of (someone or something that one has seen, known, or experienced in the past)."  To remember is to bring to mind an awareness of something you have known in the past.

Why remember you are dust?  Well, I find my life goes better when I am aware of the world as God has made it – when dust is dust and breath is breath and water is water.  I have had so many experiences of great clarity where each is what it is supposed to be.  These are the times I feel most fully alive.  The reality is these moments don’t last forever.  They give way to forgetfulness, and sometimes to confusion, and sometimes to absolute distortion.  I begin to treat the dust as if it is the breath – as if it is the thing that gives life.  I treat the breath like it is dust – just another demand on my time.  And there are times when I allow myself to be formed by liquids other than the water of baptism.  Placed in the hands of other potters, and, at times, trying to be my own potter, my life begins to lose its distinctive, Christ-like shape.

Our remembering tonight is an act of recalling – remembering who we are – and it is an act of re-calling – accepting God’s invitation to live as dust with God’s breath in us and water of baptism working through us. 

St. Paul's Pilgrimage Sunday

“The Brick Church”

at Reid’s Ferry

1642-1753

The earliest permanent settlement along the Nansemond River and its tributaries dates back to 1630.  By 1635, people gather in private homes to read services from the Book of Common Prayer.  In 1642, the Virginia General Assembly divides Nansemond County into three parishes—South (Upper), East (Lower), and West (Chuckatuck). 

Within a few years, the Upper Parish builds a church on high ground overlooking the Western Branch of the Nansemond River near Reid’s Ferry.  Its design is unknown, but most likely it is a simple structure with a rather plain interior. 

It is possible the farm land surrounding the site today served as a Glebe Farm used by the church’s minister.  For many years there was a very old house on the property known as “The Abbey”, and it may have served as church-supplied living quarters for the minister and his family.

“The Handsome New Brick Church”

at First and Back Streets

1753-1800

In 1746, the Vestry decides to build a new brick church in a location where it can serve the greatest number of people.  It places the church near Constant’s Wharf in the newly established “Towne of Suffolk.”

This decision is not popular with everyone.  Some do not like the site.  Most object to the Vestry attaching a levy to every person in the area to fund the project.  Still, the work is completed by July 26, 1753. 

The building, damaged during the Revolutionary War, is badly in need of repair.  Funds are difficult to find as the church now is disestablished from the state.  In addition, the Episcopal Church, with its historical ties to England, falls out of favor in the newly formed country. 

By 1820, the building is torn down and its bricks are sold off. 

“The Episcopal Church on the Hill”

The Union Chapel

1802-1846

Ninety clergymen serve parishes in Virginia at the beginning of the Revolutionary War.  By the end of the war there are only twenty.  Suffolk Episcopalians have no minister, our building is in disrepair, and our numbers dwindle. 

Still, people want a space for special services and burials.  A piece of land at the end of Cross Street is donated and a small chapel is erected on the site.  The building is used by Episcopalians, Baptists, Methodists, and O’Kellyites.

A representative from Suffolk is present at the 1827 General Convention of the Episcopal Church.  Minutes indicate he is a member of St. Paul’s Church, the first record of the use of our parish name.  On February 28, 1828, Bishop Richard Channing ordains Jacob Keeling, an active member of the congregation, to serve as our priest.  He leads our congregation until 1843. 

By 1872, the chapel is torn down and moved to 127 Pine Street.  The cemetery remains, expands, and today is known as Cedar Hill Cemetery.

St. Paul’s Episcopal Church

300 Block of North Main Street

1846-1895

Episcopalians gather on April 25, 1845 to lay a cornerstone for a new building.  A brick Gothic-style church is completed a year later. 

Our current bell dates back to this site.  The tablets in the Chapel can be seen in a photograph of the interior.  The Altar Rail from the church has been repurposed as an accent piece in our Parish Hall Entrance. 

The building sees much use during the Civil War.  Northern Episcopalians occupying the city use it to hold worship services, much to the consternation of Ms. Mattie Prentiss who, in a letter, writes she is worried what the rector will say when he returns.

By the end of the century, the congregation outgrows the building.  Mrs. A.S. Darden, who owns land to the south and the west of the church, offers to donate a small lot for expansion, but the Vestry determines it will not be adequate for the church’s future needs.

St. Paul’s Episcopal Church

213 North Main Street

1895—Ongoing

Prior to our church’s construction, this site is home to the Allegheny Hotel.  The lot is narrow and deep, with 70 feet of frontage on Main Street and running westward 273 feet to a creek now running under Clay Street.

Our first service here is held on June 16, 1895.  The original building includes the present sanctuary and a hall with a footprint following our current mezzanine library and chapel entrance.  Randolph Hall is built in 1914.  A u-shaped addition is wrapped around it in 1922.  Our current Christian Education wing is built in 1962.  The chapel is expanded in 1967.  A major renovation in 1989 adds our current office space and bathrooms. 

In addition to the original piece of property, over time we purchase six more lots to make up the grounds we now call our parish home.

All told, we have been worshipping at 213 North Main Street in downtown Suffolk for 122 years.  We will want to celebrate our 125th anniversary at this site in 2020!

The Holy Communion

A Eucharistic Prayer for St. Paul’s Pilgrimage Sunday:

The Lord be with you.

And also with you.

Lift up your hearts.

We lift them to the Lord.

Let us give thanks to the Lord our God.

It is right to give him thanks and praise.

It is right, and a good, and joyful thing,

always and everywhere to give thanks to you,

Father Almighty, Creator of heaven and earth,

through Jesus Christ our great High Priest,

in whom we are built up as living stones of a holy temple,

that we might offer before you

a sacrifice of praise and prayer

which is holy and pleasing in your sight.

Therefore we praise you,

joining our voices with Angels and Archangels,

with the members of St. Paul’s

who gather now around your glorious throne,

and with all the company of heaven,

who for ever sing this hymn

to proclaim the glory of your Name:

Holy, holy, holy Lord, God of power and might,

Heaven and earth are full of your glory.

      Hosanna in the highest.

Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord.

      Hosanna in the highest.

Loving God,

You appeared in a dream to our ancestor Jacob

and told him you are with him and will keep him

wherever he may go.

So too you have been with the faithful people

of St. Paul’s Church, the Parish of the Upper Nansemond,

for three hundred seventy-five years. 

As our church has moved from site to site,

and as the generations of our members

have tended to the demands of our various occupations,

You have been with us and you have kept us.

You have bound us together with your Holy Spirit

that we might manifest in our midst and to the world

your light and your love

made known to us in your Son, Jesus Christ.

His teachings have guided us to life in all its fullness.

His acts have demonstrated for us

your justice and kindness and mercy.

His offering of himself on the Cross

has destroyed death, cleansed us of the stain of sin,

and opened to all the path to eternal life.

Gathering in community with his friends,

as was his practice,

our Lord Jesus Christ took bread;

and when he had given thanks to you,

he broke it, and gave it to his disciples, and said,

“Take, eat: This is my Body, which is given for you.

Do this for the remembrance of me.”

After supper he took the cup of wine;

and when he had given thanks, he gave it to them, and said,

“Drink this, all of you: This is my Blood of the new Covenant,

which is shed for you and for many

for the forgiveness of sins.

Whenever you drink it, do this for the remembrance of me.”

Therefore, according to his command, O Father,

We remember his death,

We proclaim his resurrection,

We await his coming in glory.

We bring before you this bread and this wine,

our offerings of deep thanksgiving and devotion.

We give them to you in grateful recognition

all we have is a gift that comes from you.

We ask you to accept them

as symbols of our life and our labor and our love for you.

Send your Holy Spirit upon these gifts

that they may be the Sacrament of the Body of Christ

and his Blood of the new Covenant.

And even as you make these elements holy gifts for us,

send your Holy Spirit upon us

that we may be your holy gifts

for one another and to the world. 

Strengthen us by receiving this precious meal

that we may be sustained and enthused

for the work and the witness you give us to do

in and through this church in our time.

Through this sacrament remind us

that you are with us and will keep wherever we go.

And at the last,

gather us with all the faithful members of our parish

who have received the crown of life

and heard the blessed benediction of your words,

“Well done, good and faithful servant.”

All this we ask through Jesus Christ;

by him, and with him, and in him,

in the unity of the Holy Spirit

all honor and glory is yours, Almighty Father,

now and for ever.  Amen.

The Prayer of Thanksgiving after Communion:

Let us pray.

Lord God, our watchful shepherd,
we thank you for the gift of our parish

and the legacy entrusted to us.

We thank you for giving us this place

where our faith is nurtured,

our joys shared,

our wounds healed,

and our sorrows comforted.

On this day we are deeply grateful

for the heritage we have received

from generation upon generation

of Suffolk Episcopalians.

And we are honored to be a part of an on-going witness

to your goodness and glory.

May this day, and the holy meal we have just shared,

encourage us and sustain us in our pilgrimage of life.

And may it assure us you are always with us,

and always keeping us,

through Jesus Christ, our Lord.  Amen.

“Life is to be lived forwards, but can only be understood backwards”  - Søren Kierkegaard