Tuesday, December 30, 2008

ThisWeeksSermon. December 28, Christmas 1

“Finding meaning in our own lives”
1st Sunday After Chritmas, December 28, 2008

“Progressive Christianity, in a world hungry for change, is not about a new set of beliefs to either accept or reject. Progressive Christianity is about providing a framework around which spiritual people can find meaning in their own lives, in their own adventures, in their own dreams.”

“The conversation is no longer about whether Jesus was the son of God, or not, or the Christ, or the Word of God. That’s an old conversation. Now the conversation is about whether you live with the same courage, the same passion for justice that Jesus lived with.”

Audio version of the sermon is available.

May I speak only the truth, and may only the truth be heard by you, in the name of God our Creator, our redeemer, and our sanctifier.
Amen.

The older I get…the more I worry about it.
The older I get, the more often I find myself not being able to remember people’s names, or titles of movies, or dates.
Recently, I spent one whole day trying to remember Oprah Winfrey’s name.
I could describe her in great detail.
I could have asked anyone for her name and gotten it right away.
But I stuck with it, determined to remember on my own.
I think of my brain as a computer’s internal hard drive, filled with all kinds of information, but with one corrupted track.
Oprah’s name is there, but not readily accessible.
I want you to know that I I finally did remember, on my own, without asking for help.

It’s always been this way.
This experience is not particularly new to me.
You see, I’ve never been able to remember names and dates.
And I definitely do not have an affinity for numbers.
History?
All those names and dates?
Forget it.
Economics?
Got my only college “D” in economics.
In seminary, in order to graduate, you had to pass the Bible content examination.
I took it at the end of the first year.
Flunked.
I took it at the end of the second year.
Flunked.
I took it at the end of the third year, my last chance.
I swear I didn’t do any better the third year than I had the first year.
But somehow they passed me.
Wanted to get me out of there, I guess.
I’m good with the big picture, but I’m not good at the details, the numbers, the names, any word that begins with a capital letter, actually.
Never have been.

What I did do well at
What I did do well at in college was creative writing, and literature, and philosophy.
In seminary, my best work was in apologetics, theorizing about God, putting forth ideas, and then offering reasoned arguments justifying my ideas.
Got “A’s” in those classes.

John’s gospel: theology, not history
This morning, Deacon Tony is out of town, which means that I got to read the gospel.
In my mind, this morning’s passage, the beginning of John’s gospel, is probably the most beautiful piece of writing in the Bible.
Plus, it’s not history, no names or dates or places.
It’s not a story, easily mistaken for history.
It’s theology.
Ideas, theory, conjecture.
And it’s stunningly beautiful.

In the beginning, In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
He was in the beginning with God.
All things came into being through him, and without him not one thing came into being.
What has come into being in him was life, and the life was the light of all people.
It’s a “big bang theory” from the first century!

The evolving idea of who Jesus might be
This idea about who Jesus was, that Jesus was the Christ, and that the Christ was the Word, and that the Word had actually been present at the beginnings of the universe, this idea came at the conclusion of the church’s first-century thinking about who Jesus had been.
It’s the conclusion to theology that evolved over a period of 60 to 70 years following Jesus’ death.
Paul (20 years later)
Paul, who wrote only 20 years after Jesus’ death, explained Jesus this way:
He said that God simply declared Jesus to be the “son of God” at the time of the resurrection.
For Paul, resurrection had nothing to do with a physical resuscitation of a deceased body.
It had to do with raising Jesus, a spirit, into the eternal life of God.
It happened all at once.
There was no split between resurrection and ascension.
That idea came later.

Mark (20 years later)
Mark, writing 20 years after Paul, that would be 40 years after Jesus’ death, Mark explained the way God “got into Jesus” by telling a baptism story.
God declared Jesus to be the Son of God by the actions of the spirit when Jesus was baptized.
Mark agreed with Paul, except for the timing.
For Mark, it did not happen at the resurrection.
Instead, the heavens opened, and the Spirit descended.

Matthew (50+ years later)
Matthew, writing at least 10 years after Mark, that would be 50 years after Jesus death, Matthew claimed that it was an unnamed angel who explained Jesus to Joseph in a dream, that God “got into Jesus” at the moment of conception, conception by the Spirit.

Luke (60 years later)
Another 10 years pass, and we’re up to about 60 years after Jesus’ death, when Luke repeated the birth story, but this time gave the angel a name, Gabriel, and the message was to Mary, not Joseph.
Luke is the one who introduced the need for an ascension because he transformed the story of Easter into a physical emergence from a tomb.
Once you had a resurrected Jesus walking around, there had to be a way to remove that physical body from this world into the realm of God.
Hence an ascension.

John (65 years later)
Finally, five years after Luke, more than 65 years after Jesus death, John declared that there had never been a time when God had not been in Christ.
John in this morning’s gospel reading explained Jesus as the “enfleshment” of the Word of God, the Word that had spoken at the dawn of creation.
That’s the evolution of first-century theology, from Paul, to Mark, to Matthew, to Luke, and finally to John.
In that order.
The bottom line, though, for each of these writers, the thing they had in common, was that they knew they had met God in the life of Jesus.
They disagreed about the details.
But that was the bottom line.
It was bishops, in the early part of the fourth century, they’re the ones who cast these ideas in concrete, to be passed on to subsequent generations in the form of the Nicene Creed.

We live in a world ripe for change
The world we live in is ripe for change.
Things are bad, and seem to be getting worse.
I know I don’t have to provide any details.
Everyone knows it.
Democrats, Republicans, Europeans and Asians and Africans, it seems that everyone is ripe for change.
On November 3d, Barach Obama said, “it’s no longer about whether we have big government or small government.
That’s an old conversation.
The conversation now is about having good government.”
The situation in our churches is comparable.
Mainstream church membership and attendance are declining.
One in five Americans define themselves as “spiritual,” but not religious.
That’s more than 45 million Americans, spiritual but unchurched.
The church lacks relevance.
The churches carry on with the old conversations.
But it’s not about whether God exists or not.
That’s an old conversation.
Now it should be about our experience of the sacredness of the moment, and about grasping for the most poetic, extraordinary language that will describe our experience.
The conversation is no longer about whether Jesus was the son of God, or not, or the Christ, or the Word of God.
That’s an old conversation.
Now the conversation is about whether you live with the same courage, the same passion for justice that Jesus lived with.
The conversation is no longer about whether the Bible is the divinely inspired, inerrant word of God, or not.
That’s an old conversation.
The conversation is no longer about history, names and dates and places, chapters and verses.
No Bible content exams any more.
That’s an old conversation.
The conversation now is about ideas, theory, conjecture.
It’s about whether you are moved by the experience of our religious ancestors striving to do the best they could in horrific circumstances.
Progressive Christianity, in a world hungry for change, is not about a new set of beliefs to either accept or reject.
Progressive Christianity is about providing a framework around which spiritual people can find meaning find meaning in their own lives, find meaning in their own adventures, in their own dreams.

The Word: Let it be ours
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
May that Word, in these days, come from our hearts, and be our words, in new conversations.
This is my prayer.
Amen.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Inviting the community for Christmas


Got some roadside signs out in our "front yard," U.S. Route 9W. An invitation to spend Christmas Eve with us -- no strings attached! This was an idea that came from the vestry at our last meeting.
Seen from both directions:
XMAS EVE
5:00
9:00
NO STRINGS ATTACHED


Monday, December 22, 2008

ThisWeeksSermon. December 21st, Advent 4

“A close encounter of the 3d kind”
4th Sunday in Advent, December 21, 2008

[Oops! No audio this week. Technical difficulties.] 

"The point I want to make is that the true miracle is not a supernatural birth.
Supernatural birth stories about kings and queens and gods proliferated in the mythology of the ancient world in those days.
The true miracle, actually, was the experience of Jesus, himself a sort of “close encounter of the third kind.”
Jesus, so much like God that we find it hard to tell Jesus and God apart from one another."

May I speak only the truth, and may only the truth be heard by you, in the name of God our Creator, our redeemer, and our sanctifier.
Amen.

A close encounter of the 3d kind.
The other day I was thinking about that Steven Spielberg film, Close Encounters of the Third Kind.
It was science fiction, about UFOs.
Came out in 1977.
It tells the story of an Indiana electrical lineman and his encounter and obsession with UFOs, unidentified flying objects.

Three kinds of “encounters”
A close encounter of the first kind is any UFO reported to have been within about 500 feet of the witness.
A close encounter of the second kind is a UFO that leaves markings on the ground, causes burns or paralysis, frightens animals, or interferes with engines or radio reception.
A close encounter of the third kind includes a sighting of the occupants…aliens.
In this morning’s gospel reading, it was Mary who had a close encounter.
It wasn’t with a UFO.
It was maybe a UFA, unidentified flying angel.
But it was definitely the “third” kind, a sighting of the alien itself.
The gospel story
God sent the angel Gabriel to the Galilean village of Nazareth to a virgin engaged to be married to a man descended from David.
His name was Joseph, and the virgin's name was Mary.
Gabriel greeted her:
“Good morning!
“You’re beautiful with God’s beauty, beautiful inside and out!
“God be with you.”
Mary was thoroughly shaken by this encounter, not by the UFA, the “unidentified flying angel,” but wondering what was behind a greeting like that.
But the angel assured her.
"Mary, you have nothing to fear.
“God has a surprise for you: You will become pregnant and give birth to a son and call him Jesus.
“He will be great, be called 'Son of the Highest.’ ”
“The Lord God will give him the throne of David.
“He will rule Jacob’s house forever, no end, ever, to his kingdom.”
Mary said to the angel, “But how?
“I’ve never slept with a man.”
The angel answered, “The Holy Spirit will come upon you, the power of the Highest hover over you.”
“Therefore, the child you bring to birth will be called Holy, Son of God.
“And did you know that your cousin Elizabeth conceived a son, old as she is?
“Everyone called her barren, and here she is six months pregnant!
“Nothing, you see, is impossible with God.”
And Mary said, “Yes, I see it all now: I’m the Lord’s maid, ready to serve.
“Let it be with me just as you say.”
   Then the angel left her.

It’s exactly right.
This gospel story on this particular Sunday morning, is exactly right.
On this last Sunday before Christmas, we’re telling the story of how Mary was told that she was to give birth to the son of God.
It’s a fantastic story, and I think it’s best to describe it exactly that way, as a fantastic “story,” not history.
What it’s really about is the mystery of the incarnation of God, the mystery of an external, supernatural, out-there, above-the-clouds God taking on the human flesh of a baby boy named Jesus.
We tell it as a story because it cannot be described in other ways.
The point I want to make is that the true miracle is not a supernatural birth.
Supernatural birth stories about kings and queens and gods proliferated in the mythology of the ancient world in those days.
The true miracle, actually, was the experience of Jesus, himself a sort of “close encounter of the third kind.”
Jesus, so much like God that we find it hard to tell Jesus and God apart from one another.
This was a close encounter with God who walked with us, ate and drank with us, cried with us, died with us.
That’s the true miracle.
God with us.
That’s the miracle that calls us to a deeper faith, the miracle that tells us there’s more to life than meets the eye, more to life than buying things, more to life than getting ahead of everyone else.

Just three days left
In three days, on Christmas Eve, we’ll be reexperiencing a “close encounter of the third kind,” once again telling a story of God who took on the human flesh of a baby boy.
In the meantime, in the next three days, there are opportunities for some other close encounters.
Try this.
In the next three days, stop, and listen.
Listen to the world around us.
Listen, really listen, to what others are saying.
In the next three days, listen to Mother Nature.
Listen to the birds, and the wind.
Listen to the Spirit, listen to your own heartbeat.
Remember that Jesus said, “Love your enemies.”
In the next three days, make an effort to show loving-kindness to everyone, including yourself.
Ask for help from the God that you know.
Every moment in life is “pregnant” with possibility.
You don’t always know how it is “conceived.”
But the miracle the wonder of each moment’s “immaculate conception” awaits us, each moment a new possibility, a possibility for a new insight, a possibility for a new Knowing.

It’ll be the best Christmas
Say “yes” to now
Say “I don’t know” to mystery.
Say “thank you” to life.
If you can do these things, I expect a smile will then appear on your face, that you’ll see the world differently, and that this Christmas will turn out to be the best ever.

Prayer
Let us pray.
Eternal God, the Great Mystery that is outside everything and yet at the same time inside, keep alive in each one of us the search for a faith that is real, a faith that helps us to live happier lives, a faith that gives us a fuller meaning to life and the events of life.
Bring us to know the goodness that flows from the heart of the universe and may we be expanded in heart and soul by that goodness. This is our prayer. Amen.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Greening of the church & providing Christmas dinner to 90+ families



After a very rough start this morning with bad weather and snarled up traffic on Route 9W, we left the church looking beautiful and ready for Christmas Eve services. The poinsettias this year are awesome! Combine the recent interior paint job with five new stained glass windows, pew candles, and a professional cleaning service and wow! Couldn't be nicer.

Remember…
Christmas Eve services are at 5 o'clock and 9 o'clock. The early service will be more child-friendly and family-oriented. The later service will be followed by a reception that Rob and I will be hosting in the undercroft. You're invited!

After leaving Marlboro this afternoon, I went on up to the Methodist Church in Highland, where we packed boxes of food for almost 100 families. Pasta, soups, canned goods, rice, stuffing mix, apples,  etc. Tomorrow we'll top off the boxes with the perishables.



Saturday, December 20, 2008

Some snow photos for Amelia






Poor Amelia. She lives in California in a place that never knows snow. She's never even seen snow. These photos are for her.
By the way, the dog is "Jackson." "Kendall Jackson," actually. Well, to be completely truthful, it's "Kendall Andrew Jackson." He prefers just plain "Jackson."

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Installation of new church windows finished today

    
Here are a few photos I took this afternoon of the final installation of new windows.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

The first new window is in place!



The first of the new windows was put in place today. It's the window closest to the choir pews, dedicated to the families of Bill and Patti Ogden. We were promised that all five windows would be installed before the snow flies. They've almost made it!


The St. Nicholas Collection on display at The Church


 

Just ran into this photo as I was emptying my camera. This is Anne Borchert's collection of St. Nicholas figurines, temporarily "loaned" to our church for the St. Nicholas Breakfast on the 6th.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

ThisWeeksSermon. December 7th, Advent 2


The focus this past Sunday—the 2d Sunday in Lent—was on the boys and girls in our Sunday school. They distributed the service booklets, seated people, took the collection and present it and the bread and wine at the offertory.

Cameron read the lesson. All of them stood with me at the consecration, fingertips holding down the altar. We used a prayer of consecration written to be child-friendly. It came from the Church in Wales, and we're using it with the bishop's permission this year.

I put together this little slide show, wanting to tell the "story" from the gospel. (I'm surprised that I'm having to rethink and relearn how to talk with children.) The presentation included an award-winning four-minute cartoon. 

Here's a link to the slideshow I used Sunday: "Waiting for God, A Story of a Prophet and Two Second Cousins."

And here's a link to the cartoon. It's on YouTube.com.







Thursday, December 4, 2008

A busy first week of Advent


It's been quite a week, and it's not over yet! 

Sunday was our celebration of God's generosity, and our own. The Gifts of God (represented by balloons) for the People of God -- no strings attached. Balloons everywhere, untethered. It was awesome, as was the reception following the service and hosted by the vestry.

That afternoon I drove down to St. Andrew's Church on Staten Island. They are celebrating the parish's 300th anniversary. Clergy processed into the church between two rows of bagpipers. Inside, music was provided by two choirs, organ, piano, brass, wind, and strings. Our presiding bishop celebrated and preached, and I actually got to have a brief conversation with her. 

Yesterday, Rob and I attended a cocktail party IN the newly opened Cathedral of St. John the Divine. All of the furniture had been removed for this event. Around the edges enormous bouquets of flowers were on display, six full bars were set up, and small tables and chairs were grouped in a few places. A small army of waiters offered hors d'oeuvres. We got to hear the organ come back to life and then CBS' Harry Smith (the morning program),  Sam Waterson (Law and Order), and Bishop Sisk spoke in turn. There had to have been 1000 people there. Looking over the crowd was something like looking down over Grand Central Station at rush hour, only with no one going anywhere.

A smaller group was invited to dinner, I would guess maybe 100. Nothing but the best of everything. The whole evening was unforgettable. I am so grateful to be in this place at this time -- able to live in a beautiful rural setting, part of a great congregation and community, and able to participate in the life of one of the most progressive dioceses in the Church. This must be heaven!



























Tuesday, December 2, 2008

The baby…a year old on Saturday!

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Thanksgiving dinner with Amelia, Jenn, José, Karin, Ron, and Rob. Amelia was in rare form all day long!

Balloons: No strings attached!

The Gifts of God for the People of God in our community … no strings attached. That's the expression of God's generosity and ours, too, as we live out our calling to be the presence of God in the world. The balloons in church on Sunday, floating freely, unattached, symbolized our intention to actually give away the gifts. It's all about generosity.

The balloons coincided with the ingathering of our pledge commitments for 2009. The celebration of the eucharist among the free-floating ribbons was awesome. And following the service, the vestry hosted a spectacular "coffee" hour. Hors d'oeuvres, mimosas, and a spectacular cake from The Pastry Garden. 

Take a look….



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ThisWeeksSermon, "Advent. Make it count!"


“Advent: Make it count!”
1st Sunday in Advent, November 30, 2008

Audio version is available.

"Lots of preachers speak as though the gospels are history, that the wise men really followed a star, that Jesus really said all of the things attributed to him in the gospels.
Lots of preachers speak as though biblical prophecies are accurate peepholes into the future.
But it’s is not the 13th century any more.
And it’s dishonest to ignore centuries of biblical scholarship simply in order to cling to eroding traditional belief."

"When will God finally “open the heavens and come to us.” When will God blast our enemies to smithereens. When will God crash into our existence with a cosmic bullhorn! A loud and noisy Advent. That’s what we want. A loud, noisy Advent."

May I speak only the truth, and may only the truth be heard by you, in the name of God our Creator, our redeemer, and our sanctifier.
Amen.

Only a few more minutes. Make ‘em count!
Often when I’m teaching an aerobics class, and we get near the end of the workout, I’ll look back in the mirror and notice that maybe some of the people in the class are looking a little tired, running out of steam, apparently coasting along, toward the cooldown and the final stretch.
“Just five more minutes,” I shout out.
“Just five more minutes.
As long as we’re here, we might just as well make the next five minutes count for something!”

Mark 13:24-37: the end of our workout
This morning’s gospel reading suggests that the day of Christ’s coming will be like this:
The sun will be darkened, the moon will not give its light.
The stars will fall out of the sky.
The “powers in the heavens” will be shaken.
When we see these things happen, it’ll be the end of our “workout”!
We’d better make the most of the time we have left!

Some “bibilical criticism” in passing
The author of that gospel, Mark, places the prediction on Jesus’ lips, but they’re not Jesus’ words.
They’re the words of Mark.
They’re words that reflect the thinking of the church in the first century.
Lots of preachers speak as though the gospels are history, that the wise men really followed a star, that Jesus really said all of the things they say he said in the gospels.
Lots of preachers speak as though biblical prophecies are accurate peepholes into the future.
But it’s is not the 13th century any more.
And it’s dishonest to ignore centuries of biblical scholarship simply in order to cling to eroding traditional belief.
What’s important about it, I suggest that we see the dire warnings as mere conjecture from a first century world, and leave it at that.
The important point of the gospel for us today, I think, is not about a catastrophic apocalypse.
It’s the bit about the uncertainty of the timing, the uncertainty about exactly when to expect the The Divine to “jump into our lives, as God does do, from time to time.
Keep awake, for you do not know when the master of the house will come.
Keep awake.
You never know when it’ll happen.

For Isaiah: God’s on vacation?
In this morning’s first reading, the prophet Isaiah begs for God to “come out of retirement.”
“O that you would tear open the heavens and come down.”
Isaiah was lamenting the fact that God had been elusive, that God was absent, God, on an extended vacation.

The same for us?
Isaiah’s experience of course is not unique.
It can be that way for us as well, particularly in troubled times like those we’re we’re living in right now.
Our American expectation is that God will want to bless each of us personally, and that God will “bless America.”
But everything seems to be going to hell, financial hard times, rising inflation, higher taxes, unemployment.
An endless war, and genocide, and terrorism, and famine.
Global warming, and energy shortages, and disappearing natural resources.
The list goes on and on.
And more and more of us are feeling it.

Like being in the wilderness
Where we are now is something like being with Isaiah, captive in Babylon, lost in a sort of Godless wilderness, facing uncomfortable questions.
Where in heaven or on earth has God been with all of this going on around us.
Why are things so screwed up?
Why don’t we have the answers?
Are we being punished?
Have we done something wrong?
When will God finally “open the heavens and come to us.”
When will God blast our enemies to smithereens.
When will God crash into our existence with a cosmic bullhorn!
A loud and noisy Advent.
That’s what we want.
A loud, noisy Advent.
But most of us, most of us get the God of Isaiah, the God who hides from us, the God whose presence is more elusive more elusive than we want God to be.

The Advent comes when we least expect it
Some people spend a lot of time trying to work out the details of when and how Jesus will come again.
In the process, they fail to grasp the truth that Christ will not come twice, but has already come hundreds of times appearing as “God-with-us,” “God in us.”
The awareness of that presence, however, is a different matter.
The awareness of the advent of God in our midst is not always there.

My experience
I find that awareness will come, but it comes when I least expect it.
I’ve got to be on my toes to notice it.
I’ve got to be alert, watching and listening for that window of opportunity.
I’ve got to be expecting the unexpected!

Look in the mirror
Look into the mirror and look for the real you.
Take a walk by yourself.
Light a candle and gaze into the open flame.
Let the vision of God emerge in God’s own time.
The wilderness of doubt and despair we’re in provides the very opportunity we need.
On a spiritual path, a “wilderness” is a very good place to be.
Think for yourself, and realize that none of our thoughts, not yours, not mine, can possibly define, or contain, who we really are, or what God really is.
It’s then that the hidden God can come out of hiding and become God our Savior.
Our very own Advent.

Chesterton: God sometimes chooses to enter by the back door
G.K. Chesterton, an influential writer who lived through the turn of the last century suggested that God often works in unexpected ways.
Chesterton pointed out that God sometimes chooses to enter our world, in a barn at the edge of town.
Sometimes God comes down and slips in the back door of life’s slums to surprise us from behind.
That’s how Isaiah’s prophecy became the Christmas story.
And that’s how, for us, in a world gone awry, the prophecy of Isaiah still comes to pass, slipping in the back door.
For a child has been born for us, a son given to us, authority rests upon his shoulders, and he is named Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.

Only three more weeks
Today I stand in your midst, fast-approaching the celebration of the birth of the one in whom we have seen God.
It’s all coming too fast, I’m thinking.
There’s so much to do to get ready for Christmas.
But I want to stay focused on what Advent is really all about.
For me, it’s a bit like being at the tail-end, of an aerobics class.
A little tired, coasting along toward the cooldown and final stretch.
“Just three more Sundays,” I shout out.
“As long as we’re here, lets make these remaining weeks in Advent count for something!”
Keep awake, for you do not know, when the master of the house will come.
Keep alert.
You never know when The Divine will “jump into your life.’
God will do that, you know, from time to time.
It’s your Advent.

Prayer
Let us pray.
Eternal God, the Great Mystery that is outside everything and yet at the same time inside, keep alive in each one of us the search for a faith that is real, a faith that helps us to live happier lives, a faith that gives us a fuller meaning to life and the events of life.
Bring us to know the goodness that flows from the heart of the universe and may we be expanded in heart and soul by that goodness. This is our prayer. Amen.