Saturday, February 28, 2009
The Devil Is In The Details
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Broken Hearted Melody...NOT!
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Sermon for Sunday, February 10, 2008
Genesis 2:15-17, 3:1-7
Romans 5:12-19
Matthew 4:1-11
Good morning.
I’ve been reading this book—it’s a contemporary attempt at a Victorian novel—and in it is this very minor character, a former soldier of the crown, one Colonel Leek—today we’d call him a disabled veteran—He sits in his wheelchair day in and day out in the front hall of the dilapidated tenement where he lives; and as it happens, Colonel Leek’s true passion remains war, and other outbursts of violence and disaster. Throughout the book, whenever he appears he is shouting out the latest bits of bad news he has found in his daily newspaper…Disastrous overturn of train! Gunpowder explosion on the Regent’s Canal! Steamer gone down off the Bay of Biscay! --the people who walk by stare a moment and then go on about their business…well, more on Colonel Leek in a moment.
Today is Episcopal Relief and Development Sunday. ERD was established in 1940 as the Presiding Bishop’s Fund for World Relief mainly to assist European refugees fleeing the war. At General Convention in 2000, the name was changed to Episcopal Relief and Development to more clearly reflect its growing focus on proactive development projects.
In this diocese, Burt Purrington is our ERD Coordinator and he has done a tremendous job of keeping us informed of the many ways ERD makes an impact around the globe. ERD focuses on four program areas: emergency relief and rebuilding, food security, primary health, and HIV/AIDS. They partner with Episcopal and Anglican churches and ecumenical organizations to serve suffering people in Latin America, Africa and Asia. In this country, ERD works with local dioceses after natural and human-made disasters to provide critical supplies, such as food, shelter, and medicine.
So what you may ask has this to do with Colonel Leek? Well, as I chewed over what I might say today, I thought of all the disasters that ERD responds to, which in turn reminded me of Colonel Leek and all his disasters, and then I realized that many of us live with our own Colonel Leek, often times parked right in our homes…I’m speaking of course of the Internet – whether you use Yahoo or AOL or Google as your home page, you know what I mean. We log on and there’s Colonel Leek spouting off little headlines concerning the latest disasters to hit the globe—Earthquake hits Peru!... Touring bus falls into ravine!... Fire rages through poor neighborhood!…and just like the other characters in my book, more often than not we stare a moment, maybe shake our heads, and then go on about our business. Of course, if you’re not linked up to the Internet, most news reports on television and radio often sound a lot like Colonel Leek themselves—and our response or lack of response is essentially the same.
And you may rightly ask, “But what can I do?” The temptation to do nothing is often very seductive. We feel overwhelmed by the scale of the devastation, we feel overwhelmed by the tenacity of the corruption, we feel overwhelmed by the intensity of the violence and hatred…and so we despair, and we become numb, and we do nothing—we succumb to the temptation to do nothing.
Giving in to temptation…it’s part of our human nature. In the Genesis reading this morning, the story of Adam and Eve eating of the forbidden fruit, giving in to temptation – albeit with a bit of peer pressure from the serpent—I used to think this was a story of how we got to be bad—sinful—however, in many traditions this story is seen in a different way, that this is a story of how we got to be human. In many ways, Adam and Eve were more pre-human, metaphorically living naked in the womb that was the Garden of Eden. With the knowledge of good and evil they became truly human.
And then we have the Gospel reading, Jesus of Nazareth, the carpenter’s son, newly baptized and awakening to his calling, goes out into the desert to pray and cleanse and seek a transcendental vision. For forty days, he exists on next to nothing—no food, no shelter—and then he has his vision. The adversary comes to him with temptation—temptations of the body, temptations of doubt, and finally temptations of power and control. Satan is offering Jesus an apparently easy path to address the injustices of the world – a way to feed the hungry by turning rocks into bread, a way to convert the masses by dazzling them with awesome displays of infallibility, and finally the immediate possibility of a world theocracy under his leadership—take the shortcut to success and bring Israel and the world home to God. And Jesus says, “No!” Or rather, instead of giving in to temptation, Jesus says Yes to God’s way…Jesus says Yes to God’s way.
Paul in his letter to the Romans sees these two stories as a way to explain the wonderful saving grace of Christianity. First with Adam and Eve we get unredeemed humanity, suffering, and death; and with Jesus we are all redeemed…we get forgiveness and life everlasting—all because one succumbed to temptation and another resisted it. Paul was making a dramatic point as he worked to build up the church – his letter to the Romans is very black and white—the very human Adam and Eve, the very divine Jesus, disobedience…obedience, death…salvation…but what about us?
Our lives are lived out in the gray area in between…Our temptations are more mundane—the child who whoops it up in church, the adolescent who sneaks out after dark, the grownup who parks illegally just for a minute, or the middle aged man who eats the box of cookies anyway…Is it evil to succumb to these temptations? I don’t think so…
Is it evil to succumb to the temptation to do nothing? It has been said that “The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for enough good people to do nothing.” On a grand scale I embrace that belief—yet, on a personal level it begins to lose its meaning…Is it evil when we succumb to the temptation to do nothing?...to walk past that homeless woman? To toss the solicitation from UNICEF into the trash unopened? To hear news of the latest tragedy and feel numb? No, I don’t believe these to be evil either. We could obliterate ourselves responding to every request for our time or money or love or empathy…we are human, …we often give in to temptation and we do nothing…but we also have the knowledge of good and evil and we try to do what we can and we often wish we could do more.
Evelyn Massaro of Public Radio likes to remind her listeners that all pledges matter no matter how small—they all make a difference. So the next time you give in to the temptation and do nothing and you begin to feel bad about it, remember the things that you do…you give money to the poor when you can and say a prayer for those homeless men and women when you can’t; you feed the hungry—by bringing in groceries for the food pantries or by cooking a meal for the soup supper--or you bring your friendship and share in the meal when you can’t…and when you plan your charitable giving for the year, try to set aside some money to give to Episcopal Relief and Development—and remember every dollar makes a difference.
I will leave you with this story…About two weeks after the 9/11 attacks, the late Stephen Jay Gould had eaten at a favorite restaurant in Lower Manhattan…the chef game him a bag with 12 apple brown betty desserts and asked him to give them to the workers at Ground Zero. In describing his experience of the chef’s gift and the fire fighters’ gratitude, he reasserted what he calls “The Great Asymmetry:” that “every spectacular incident of evil will be balanced by 10,000 acts of kindness, too often unnoted and invisible as the ordinary efforts of a vast majority.
So in your lives as you contribute to the next 10,000 acts of kindness…keep in mind that, like Jesus, you are not only saying No to the temptation to do nothing, more importantly you are saying Yes, to God’s way.
Amen.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Musings On Light
A year or so ago we were having a discussion at this church gathering. One woman, a retired college professor, was sharing her struggles with her faith. She spoke of her doubt - in particular doubt over what is told in the gospels regarding Jesus' life. Because she did not completely accept what was told as "gospel," her faith felt diminished. Before you think I've taken too severe of a left turn here, my Monet experience came to me in that moment. I explained my faith to the group using the story above. For me, the New Testament stories are like the haystacks in Monet's paintings. Whether or not Jesus was actually born in a stable in Bethlehem, whether or not the miracles described occurred literally as written, the words ascribed to his parables, his death, the experiences of the resurrection...all of these are like Monet's haystacks. The point of the paintings is not the haystacks but the light. For me these bits of scripture are less important than the gospels' light - how do these stories reveal the love that is God? Don't worry about whether or not you believe these things happened, take to heart what they teach you about compassion, humanity, the Way. To me, THAT is faith. Well, now the horizontal light that triggered this has faded. Yet, it's already 6PM and still light. The light grows stronger every day. That is part of what occurs in the natural world as Lent progresses, bursting forth with the light of Spring on Easter morning. Life, spirituality, God - it works so much better as poetry, art, metaphor and emotion. Leave facts and history to Caesar. Peace.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
St. Valentine's Day
At first I was going to simply ignore this day after my clever posts on Twitter and Face Book. However, as I stood sipping my coffee letting the dogs outside for like the twelfth time this morning and watching them romp I felt the love in my heart for them and reconsidered. In my New Year's Day post I touched on expectations and I believe this is yet another holiday fraught with unfulfilled expectations. How many folks manage to actually achieve a near perfect Valentine's Day and how many more go to bed tonight disappointed? There are, of course, those who are "ALONE" who are unhappy in that situation who spend the entire peri-Valentine's period feeling neglected and second hand. Then there are the multitudes stuck in unhappy relationships - do they go through the motions today or do they ignore today and underscore their bitterness and anger. We can't forget the newly dating - terrified of doing too much and appearing overly vested or too little and snubbing. The list goes on and on. What has happened, I think, is that in worrying about the symbols of love we have forgotten love on this day. In typical American fashion the day has become quantified into dollars and cents and then measured out carefully against relationships or the lack thereof. Isn't it ironic that such a holiday can, in the end, cause so much sadness?
I stumbled across the valentine above while searching for an illustration for this post. As often happens, I snatched it up and then as I began to write I could see the symbolism that spoke to me. In my other posts on secular monasticm I have stated that part of the gift of singlehood is the unbinding of love that can be shared with a multitude rather than feeling it has to be focused on a single partner. I saw then that this particular image spoke to my sense of love - Cupid on the dove (a lovely symbol of peace) scattering the hearts to the wind to fall where they may.
So as I watched my four dogs romp with the neighbor's dog, Cedar, I felt this profound satisfaction. I live on a maple wooded acre, Cedar's "dad" has about 20 acres, across the road is 120 acres of woods, and my neighbors' that live behind with Chance, Yonka and Zaki, have about 25 acres. The dogs all run and play like a little neighborhood of kids. Chance and Cedar often come over for a visit and hang out with the pack. They are so content in this natural environment where they can be all that they desire as dogs. I love my dogs - they are LIKE my children, though I recognize they are not children. They are dogs, but they are not "only dogs" as some would put it. The love and joy I share with them is canine not human. I am their Alpha and we form a unit. So I choose to reshape this holiday into a canine celebration of love and belonging. How might you reshape this holiday to better reflect all the love in your lives?
Peace, my friends.