Be Still, Be At Peace!

Sermon preached at St. John's in The Wilderness, Glenbrook, Nevada on Sunday, June 24, 2012

I see significant overlaps between coronary heart disease and spiritual heart disease.  In coronary heart disease, the arteries of the heart get narrower as they become clogged with plaque.  As the arteries become narrow it is increasingly more difficult for blood to flow to the heart. When the heart is desperately short of blood to pump, the heart constricts and often produces a heart attack. 

The arteries to our spiritual heart also get clogged with a different kind of plaque that constricts our relationship and full compassion with and for others. The arteries to the spiritual heart often are clogged with fear. The disciples in the Gospel today experience spiritual heart disease while Jesus’ heart is unclogged and available to be present to the anxious disciples.

Have you ever been in conditions that felt dangerous but you learned later that they only felt dangerous?  Our feelings do not always equate with our reality. Our ability to discern reality becomes spiritually unreliable the more fear we carry in our hearts.

In the Gospel Jesus calms the raging waters for the disciples. Often this text is read as a miracle story of Jesus calming the waters of the sea. There is another way to understand today’s Gospel that provides us with spiritual sustenance for our daily lives. Jesus and the disciples are in the same boat, but they encounter the sea very differently. Jesus is calm. The disciples are terrified.  

I want to look at our diseased spiritual hearts when they are clogged with the disciples’ fear. When our human heart is out of control the body shuts down and has a heart attack.  When our spiritual heart is out of control, our capacity for compassion shuts down.  We are less likely to see with clarity the needs of people in their suffering.  With a lack of clarity we are of little help.

For the last eight months prior to coming to St. John’s Glenbrook I was working in North Philadelphia as a hospital chaplain at a level 1 trauma center.  In North Philadelphia each month there are 30 homicides coupled with numerous stabbings and other forms of violence that leave people dead or suffering torturous deaths. 

I lived in Center Philadelphia and commuted every day by subway to North Philadelphia.  In the first few months of my chaplaincy I was terrified coming and going from work on the subway. My fear constricted my spiritual heart and as a chaplain I was ineffective in situations of severe trauma. With each trauma I encountered my spiritual heart became more clogged and I became less available, less compassionate.

My inner heart came to a place of calm when I realized that my fears were greater than the risks of my reality.  A year ago a doctor was driving to work and was hit by a stray bullet.  Almost once a week people walking the neighborhood near the hospital were shot by a stray bullet and sometimes died.  These were real situations, but they were the exceptions.  Ten thousand people came to the medical center campus every day and they were safe.  Over the months to follow I became less anxious. In the midst of this North Philadelphia violent context I found an inner peace.

As I came to peace my inner clarity sharpened and I was better able to discern the families of my trauma patient’s emotions and needs. I knew when their rage at patient losses even their deaths was on the verge of violence and when their loud expressions were just routine grief.  As my spiritual heart became less clogged with fear I was able to see, hear and feel the pain of my patients in ways that allowed me to be more fully present to them. 

One night I was on-call I was called to the ER.  A young 17 year old African American boy returning home from his high school was shot multiple times.  He was brought to the ER and the docs worked on him for 30 minutes but they could not save him.  In the meantime over 30+ family members had gathered at the hospital.  That night a young, white medical resident had just rotated on to the ER service from another medical service.  It would be the first night that this young doctor would tell any parents that their young son, their baby had been killed.  I was called to the ER to accompany the doctor when she went to give the parents and family the news.

As we entered the family meeting room, the doctor without any preparation of the parents bluntly told them, “I am sorry your son did not make it.  He is dead!”  The mother upon hearing the news went into shock and fell to the floor.  The father uncontrollably wept. Some family members stormed out of the room. A few started to hit tables.  Some threw a couple of chairs and waste paper baskets across the room. 

The doctor looked at me and said, “Well do something about this”.  I said there is nothing to be done right now.  They are expressing their grief.  The inner waters of their hearts like the disciples had unsettled them and disrupted their life. Again, the doctor angrily said to me, “Well if you are not going to do anything, I will.”  She attempted to shame me, but I remained peaceful.  In a loud voice in ways that she attempted to speak over the family’s rage she said, “your behavior is unacceptable.  This is a hospital.  We have other sick people here and you must be quiet.” 

As soon as the family heard these words they became more enraged.  They chastised the young doctor as heartless, uncompassionate and yes racist.  The doctor was terrified at their response.  She experienced their inner rage as an imminent danger to her and others.  It was raging grief like the to believed raging sea in today’s Gospel.  I told the doctor to leave, but she refused. Once more she attempted to calm them down with her stern voice.  Then the family was even angrier.  Finally, I said to the doctor, “please leave now, I will come for you if they need you.”  She stormed away and was clearly angry at me.

I sat down outside the family meeting room.  The meeting room door had a window so the family could see me and I could see them.  I assumed a prayerful position.  I went to a deep place in me and spiritually communicated without words peace to those in the room.  In a few minutes all in the room were sitting peacefully.  They were still weeping, but now they were holding each other. 

Over the next 15 minutes I just sat and prayed.  One man, an older brother of the boy who had just died came out of the room to use the restroom.  Before he returned to the gathered family, I got up and said to him, “When you think it might be the right time, I would like to say a few words to your family.”  He went in told the family. I was immediately invited in to visit with them.

I immediately told them that my heart was broken for the loss that they had suffered.  I said to them, “this room is yours for as long as you need it tonight.  As you may have noticed I am sitting just outside. I am here if you need me.  I have some information that I need to share with you.  It is very painful news for me to share. Since your son is a victim of homicide, the state of Pennsylvania Medical Examiner will not let you see your son’s body until their investigation has been complete.  Not only have you lost your son, but you cannot see him.” 

I said these words with tears in my eyes.  A few family members asked for clarification and I calmly said, “yes you heard me right”.  I hurt with you and I am praying for you this night.  Use this room as long as you wish”.  I left quietly.

I went back outside and assumed my prayerful position.  The room was silent for over twenty minutes.  Then the family meeting room door opened and all the family walked out one by one in silence.  The father was the last and he hugged me and thanked me for my ministry.  I returned to the ER desk where I saw the doctor and she asked what happened, what did you do?  I gave them the space to grieve on their terms.

Like the disciples we have all been unsettled in different ways. Perhaps you felt the fear I felt riding the subway.  Maybe at one time you have been like the young doctor trying to control the family’s emotions.  We have all felt some sense of the grieving family’s emotion.  In these times Jesus is there to say to us, “be still, peace be with you.”

On this my last Sunday with you as your June supply priest, I pray for each of you that you may experience deep inner calm as members of St. John’s and as a congregation. You will know that you are deeply peaceful when you are undisturbed by the trials that you encounter and place your total trust in the Spirit of God.  Sometimes our hearts are open and we live like Jesus and sometimes our hearts are clogged with fear and we are like the anxious disciples. The good news is that Jesus is present in both the stormy and calm waters of our lives. Our single purpose is to be less anxious and to follow Jesus’ compassionate model.

Mustard Seed Ministries: Tiny Christ-like Acts

Sermon preached at St. John's Glenbrook, Nevada, Sunday, June 17, 2012

Jesus is not trying to make a botanical statement of fact when he said the kingdom of God is like a mustard seed.  He is using proverbial and metaphorical language common in the parables of the New Testament.  When we hear Jesus say the mustard seed is like, I underscore like, we know he is trying to make a point but not a fact.  The Kingdom of God is like a mustard seed that is small and becomes something much bigger then we would expect.  Today I want to reflect on the way we are mustard seeds that build up the earthly kingdom of God.

Let’s begin with evaluation of the success of God’s kingdom on earth.  In a recent report by The Pew Forum on Religion and Public Life it was reported that the number of Christians has quadrupled in the last 100 years from about 600 million in 1910 to 2 billion. The major shift that has taken place is from Europe and the Americas being the center of Christianity in 1910 to Africa and Asia now as the center.  Though Christianity began in the Middle East and North Africa, today that region has the lowest concentration of Christians.  90% of Christians live in countries where Christians are in the majority. Only about 10% of Christians worldwide live as minorities.  The Kingdom of God has grown far and wide with proportionality changes along the way.

With the Pew Forum’s statistical analysis we are easily misled to exclusively associate God’s kingdom with the number of Christians in the world.  At one point in our Anglican history we were exclusively about making the entire world Christian.  The kingdom of God was equivalent to the British Empire and the Church of England who through its missionary efforts brought their religion to the entire empire in Britain’s foreign parts including America.

In our postcolonial society the kingdom of God is not exclusively equivalent to the size of the Christian Church.  The Church is a part of the kingdom of God, but it is not the kingdom.  Some theologians would disagree with me.  Roman Catholic theologians, particularly, the more orthodox, Vatican centered ones understand the church as the fulfillment of the kingdom of God.  They see equivalence between church and kingdom. 

Anglicans of which we participate through our Episcopal tradition tend to see the church more often as a means but not as an exclusive end.  Anglicans have an incarnational theology.  Incarnational is the way we participate in the life of Christ in our day-to-day life in the world in real, fleshy and earthy ways.  It is lovely that we all have roles in the worship life of The Episcopal Church as priest, deacon, acolyte, lector and more.  Our incarnational roles do not stop with our service in the church but reach out through our working lives in the world.

It is in this sense that I want to explore with you the way we are each a reflection of the kingdom of God.  Each of us are in some sense the tiny mustard seeds.  How do we live as Christ centered seeds in the world and reflect the love of the kingdom of God in our lives?

As I thought and prayed over this question this past week I began to think of mind maps.  A mind map is a tool to help people draw on paper their big ideas into smaller elements.  Through mind mapping people write words, draw symbols and pictures on a page in a random way.  The graphics are meant to flow freely in a non-narrative manner, so that thinkers visualize the abundance of ideas in their mind to make connections to see the bigger picture.  I have seen scholars write huge mind maps that literally cover an entire lecture hall.

I see value in the use of a mind map to reflect on the impact of our Christian lives.  In baptism we come into the Christian life, blessed with a Christian vocation and invited to sprout into new forms of life.  If any one of us drew a mind map of all the people and places where we have ever touched people with a Christian sense of love we would literally run out of paper. 

So often I hear people tell me in spiritual direction that they cannot find their ministry.  Once a man with two adopted retarded children told me he was looking for his ministry.  I was like seriously?  Don’t you see your role as a father to these children as your ministry?  Is not every father and mother a minister to their own household and family?

Who are the ministers of the Church?  Open your prayer book to page 855 for the answer.  The ministers of the Church are laypersons, bishops, priests and deacons.  The order in the Prayer Book answer is very intentional.  If you were to read the same question in the Roman Catholic catechism bishops and priests would be listed first. Laypersons are ministers in God’s Church. 

If you continue to read the answers to the ministry of the laity, bishop, priest and deacon, you will see we all share a common ministry. Our primary ministry the Prayer Book instructs us is “to represent Christ and God’s Church” in that order.  We represent when we embody and our Christ-like to others.

It is through our representation of Christ that we minister in the world.  We represent Christ even when we are not sure what specific ministry we are called to. The way we live in the world is the way we represent Christ and minister on a deeply human level through our everyday encounters.  I will never forget one of my first dates with Stefani, my dearly beloved.  We went to one of my favorite restaurants in Pasadena, California.  The owner of the restaurant could not wait to meet Stefani.  Finally the big day arrived.  It was New Years’s eve and there was a lot of glassware on the table.  Our lovely big crystal goblets were just filled with fresh cold water!  The owner came over to the table to joyously greet Stefani and his French cuff just did not quite clear the water goblet.  The cold water dumped right into Stefani’s lap soaking her and her beautiful dress. 

Stefani laughed!  She laughed! 

Stefani’s spontaneous response still brings tears to my eyes.  Stefani did not swear at the owner or call him some nasty name.  She laughed! In that instance, just two months after we had first met, I immediately knew that one day I was going to ask Stefani to marry me.  I was like wow this woman is truly full of grace. In that moment I knew she was different from all the other women I had ever dated. 

I have observed that same grace of Stefani’s in an affluent Boston parish, working class Manchester, England and now here in Reno.  Stefani is the same loving, gracious person with even people who would annoy most of us.  Her way of being is her particular gift, her unique way that she represents Christ in the world.  Jesus laughed! 

We all have unique gifts that help us represent Christ in the world.

What is your unique gift and how do you use that gift to represent Christ in the world? 

I told Damian, your senior warden this past week that I can’t wait to learn about the history of St. John’s Church Glenbrook.  I know that when I read your parish’s history I will see the ways this little church has reached far and wide, well beyond the Lake Tahoe shores. Our worship in this gem of a building is just the tiny seed that nurtures our being Christ’s hands in the world to incarnate Christ’s love to all.  It might be fun one day to draw your own map of the impact of the people of this parish on the world!

If you are like most Christians you miss or diminish the good you do. The Good News of today’s Gospel is that through the tiny seeds of what we each bring to the world we are able to leave Christ’s loving mark on the world.  We leave our Christ mark in many ways including a loving countenance and compassionate touch on all people in this world, especially the poor and marginalized. 

The world often forgets the poor and the marginalized but Jesus’ ministry always begins with the poor, marginalized and other outcasts of our society. Each of our Christ marks are left everywhere we go.  In this way our ministries reach far and wide with an abundance of fruit that few of us will ever have the privilege to harvest all of it. The Christian Church is the community of all of us who represent Christ in the world.  Tiny seeds produce an amazing abundance of fruit. 

The kingdom of God within each of us is like the tiny mustard that produces abundant life throughout the whole earth.  Even if we were never to travel beyond Glenbrook, the people we touch in a Christ-like manner will reach out like the wild, far-reaching branches of the mustard tree shrub.  In this way the kingdom of God is more widespread than the Pew report described the expansion of global Christianity. The earthly kingdom of God, Christian love cannot be quantified. Christ’s love is deeply felt, remembered in ways that transform our world into the earthly kingdom that Jesus envisioned.

Church: More Than Keeping The Lights On

Sermon preached on Second Sunday After Pentecost: 2Cor 4:13-5:1 and Mark 3: 20-35 at St. John's in the Wilderness, Glenbrook, Nevada

I was the priest that led St. Stephen’s Church in Reno, Nevada through a yearlong discernment process that led the vestry and congregation to decide to close.  St. Stephen’s Reno was a grace-filled close.  There was no element of the death of a parish, but rather a true celebration of life. My ministry with the people of St. Stephen’s was my most exhilarating experience as a priest.  I had the privilege to witness the raw vulnerability, faith, grief, courage and love of the people of St. Stephen’s. I had the privilege to see a congregation discover life in new forms.

One of St. Stephen’s greatest successes as a total ministry congregation was that their members were involved in many ministries throughout Reno-Sparks, Nevada.  Not a single one of their ministries was dependent on having a church building!  This alone is an extraordinary accomplishment for any congregation. All of St. Stephen’s ministries continue uninterrupted now two years later. 

During the year of discernment with St. Stephen’s we all felt that we were going through it alone. At the time we looked for resources like checklists to make sure we were doing everything we could to make responsible decisions.  We had to create everything ourselves including a statement of congregational dissolution for the Standing Committee.  There were no examples available in the Canons of The Episcopal Church. Nor could we find checklists on the manner in which to handle church furnishings and other assets.  We got through it, but it was a challenge.

After St. Stephen’s closed I discovered that thirty Episcopal parishes had closed that year.   One parish church in Northern California closed the same day that St. Stephen’s closed. Thirty Episcopal congregations had closed each year for five years.  I also discovered that the number of parish closings were likely to double and possibly even triple over the next five years.

In his state of the diocese address this year Bishop Bennison in the Diocese of Pennsylvania said 60 of the 141 churches are soon to become non-traditional parishes; that is, unable to sustain a traditional ministry with a full-time priest, property and program.  Bishop Bennison preached that, “having fewer parish buildings will not diminish, our efforts to fulfill the Gospel, but rather free us up for ministry.”  The Diocese of Pennsylvania is not alone.

My experience with St. Stephen’s gave me a heart for Episcopal congregations in transition.  I particularly have a heart and empathy for the people in congregations that often face these challenges alone with little support from the national church or local dioceses.  Don’t get me wrong, there is a lot of good work being done by organizations like the Episcopal Church Building Fund (ECBF) as they help at risk congregations recast their building assets for congregational vitality and viability, but more congregations are left to struggle alone.  If every congregation that could leverage ECBF called them they would not have adequate people resources to match the huge congregational needs across the country. 

Today it is all too easy for the people and congregations to fall off the radar in dioceses as they struggle alone.  Among the St. Stephen’s members 95% were shepherded to one of three area Episcopal churches due in large part to the generous welcome of these area rectors and their vestries.

The part of the transformational change needed is through neighboring congregations. In Reno-Sparks, Trinity, St. Paul’s and St. Catherine’s churches are each moving away from the dominant Episcopal culture where parishes compete against one another for members.  The rectors of these three Episcopal Churches collegially work together.  People freely attend worship in all three congregations from time to time and participate in the fullness of the three parishes’ offerings and their opportunities to gather.

I am writing a book for dioceses and at risk congregations of The Episcopal Church because I want Episcopalians to know that they are not alone and that there is abundant hope.  Review drafts will be ready in a few weeks in time for General Convention.  Later this summer I will self-publish the first edition. The idea behind the book is to offer to congregations at risk resources to help them become more vital and viable. 

In the last few months I have learned so much about congregational vitality and viability.  One of the things I have learned is that very few of our church’s bishops, clergy or laypersons welcome open, transparent, engaged and passionate conversations about viability.  There is much fear, shame and denial about at risk congregations.  Who among us is not more pleased to talk about life than death? It is far too easy for us to lean on our Episcopal polity and let congregations make even unhealthy decisions. Yet as Christians death brings the hope of resurrection and for at risk congregations the possibility of new forms of life.

I am working to connect vitality to viability to help congregations discover new life in Christ and reenergize their baptismal ministries.  In some cases congregations’ only choice will be to close, but I hope that when and if they do that they will close in the transparent and grace-filled ways that St. St. Stephen’s closed.  St. Stephen’s closing led to new life for all.

Today in the second reading we heard, “We have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens.”  This house referred to in the second reading is the Church.  The church is the people of God.  The church is where two or three are gathered.  All of us have come to more often associate church with place, such as with this beautiful building overlooking Lake Tahoe. 

Looking back over the history of Christ’s public ministry, the church was mobile and fluid.  The church was dispersed and moved from place to place.  So the second reading reminds us to hold our treasure of Episcopal Church buildings more lightly so that our energy and passion is directed to the eternal church that is always vital and viable due to Christ’s gift to us.  We are Christ’s own forever. We are not beloved on a conditional basis while we are members of a vital and viable local church. 

Many Episcopal congregations throughout the nation are discovering their identity as a dispersed church.  Even here in the Diocese of Nevada two congregations meet in other than their own church buildings.  In both these cases these congregations want their own church building.  In other dioceses throughout the country, some congregations that meet in alternate space have absolutely no desire for their own building.  These congregations celebrate the privilege of using their pledge resources exclusively for mission.

In the Gospel we heard, “If a house is divided against itself, that house will not be able to stand.” In the research I have conducted for the book I am writing I have learned the primary cause for congregations in decline.  The primary cause is not what you might think.  It is not the cause I would have first named.  Of course there are old buildings to maintain.  Some parishes are in decline due to declining pledges not matching operating costs.  Other parishes where fewer people come to church cause it to be in decline.

These are all reasons that contribute to churches in decline, but the primary reason is unresolved conflict in congregations.  Grudges held against one another that are never addressed in ways that lead to deep reconciliation.  Unresolved conflict is the most difficult challenge any congregation faces and often congregations refuse to do the work.  The cost is high, as when conflict is not openly addressed, congregations inevitably close.

We also heard in the Gospel, "Who are my mother and my brothers?" Jesus said, "Here are my mother and my brothers! Whoever does the will of God is my brother and sister and mother." 

These Gospel words invite us to reflect on our identity as an Episcopal congregation before God.  As we reflect on what it means to be the church, the Gospel reminds us to place our focus on the mission of God.  Our primary work is to focus on doing the will of God, the ministries of God.  Remember the words of Micah – Do justice, love mercy and walk humbly with your God.  The Good News today is that we the people of God are freed to be church through our lives of Micah-like ministries. 

By freed I mean that there are no liens or prerequisites for being or doing church.  Last week at Yale Divinity School there was a meeting to share some new congregational findings about parishes throughout The Episcopal Church.  The researchers found that the vitality of Episcopal congregations is directly related to the spiritual maturity of its individual members. 

Spiritual maturity begins with a prayer life and participation in the liturgy of the church, but there is more. 

Spiritual maturity is the way we encounter conflict and passionately pursue reconciliation. 

Spiritual maturity is the way we do church and live out our baptismal promises. 

This morning around the nation some Episcopalians are doing church in gem churches such as this one and others are in very nontraditional spaces.  Where we gather really is far less important than what we do between the Sundays we meet.  We are all held together through our faith, baptism, common worship and commitment to be ministers in the world through our day-to-day lives. 
In this way today’s readings return all the congregations of The Episcopal Church’s focus to the fundamentals of being church.  These readings bring welcomed humility and grace to free up Episcopal congregations for the work of God increasingly unburdened by the temporal responsibilities of keeping the lights on. 

The Episcopal Church is alive! 

We need only find our way from anxiously doing all to keep the lights on to passionately serve as ministers of Word and sacrament in our communities every day.

Laying Bare Our Stories as Earth-Makers, Pain-Bearers and Life-Givers

Trinity Sunday, preached at St. John's Glenbrook, Nevada, June 3, 2012

I cannot think of too many places more wonderful than St. John’s Glenbrook to celebrate Trinity Sunday. As I look out your beautiful window overlooking Lake Tahoe I am reminded of the beauty of God’s creation and our role in it. The New Zealand Prayer book’s expression of the trinity as expressed in their contemporary version of the prayer, the Our Father forms the basis of my sermon.

Earth-Maker, Pain-bearer, Life-giver, 

source of all that is and that shall be, 

Father and Mother of us all. 

Loving God, in whom is heaven. 

The hallowing of your name 

echoes through the universe.

Here in this place we have the privilege to experience every Sunday the beauty of God’s creation, fed by Word and sacrament to go out into the world to be earth-makers, pain-bearers and life-givers as we enact and embody our Trinitarian faith.  

Storm Swain, an Episcopal priest who teaches in Philadelphia comes to The Episcopal Church from New Zealand.  Storm wrote a wonderful book called Trauma and Transformation at Ground Zero.  In her book Storm uses the New Zealand Trinitarian lens to help us to see the trinity as a means to understanding the way God manifested God’s self at ground zero.  Her book is a collection of stories about the men and women who served as chaplains at ground zero as bodies were recovered, blessed and returned to families for a proper burial. 

Storm’s book is an amazing collection of the stories of chaplains who worked in the recovery process over a period of nine months.  I found myself skipping over Storm’s theological arguments to read the next chaplain’s account. 

Storm suggests that the ground zero chaplains function in the shadows of the creator as earth-maker holding the other and their story in eternity. Pain-bearer is the chaplain’s willingness to take on the pain and suffering of the other.  Life-giver transforms the suffering through affirmation of the mortuary and emergency service workers.  

Storm’s stories of chaplains at ground zero give us a firsthand ability to touch the garment of Jesus’ healing ministry and to participate in the collective power of the trinity overcoming even the horror of 9/11. I want to read a few excerpts to you verbatim:

In the following excerpt we have a glimpse of the everlasting power of the earth-maker as experienced by one chaplain:

“I saw that within every part, whether it be a body part or a whole body, you really have the fullness of God’s creation in any one part.  The cell structure and the wonder of the wholeness and to remind the people there that our wholeness will, on this earth, will only be kept in the mind of God. Because eventually we will all be dust or parts or particles. And so I think theological awareness always made me stand with a sense of awe and mystery and wonder of God’s creativity and God’s promise and capacity for restoration.”

In the following excerpt we have a glimpse of the compassion of the pain-bearer as experienced by another chaplain:

“The best I can do with this is to allow things to be what they are. Everything has trade-offs. There are no more, there are no less, they are.  You deal with them the way they are and fully and completely present.  Insofar as you’ll repress the moment, you’ll pick that up later. So that is when on a couple of occasions when I’ve gone to Big Sur on retreat, there would be times I lay on the floor and have people touch me and sob. Not crying over a particular thing but just being able to, in a moment of safety, be entirely vulnerable without having to explain. Now, that’s much better in Big Sur than in the pit of ground zero. And it is not that one is real and the other isn’t. Both are real. Both are authentic.”

In the final excerpt we have a glimpse of the transforming presence of life-giver as experienced by one chaplain.

“I think the first time we saw a recovery of somebody that was pretty much intact, almost complete, there was just a moment of realization.  A moment of connection with that person, with God, and with all the other people around, how we had in that small place, in that small moment, this full circle of life and death and living and dying and finishing something and moving on. And that was very powerful.”

How do we each invite the earth-maker, pain-bearer and life-giver to be channeled through our lives? 

What stories might the people of this congregation tell about earth-maker, pain-bearer and life-giver? 

Earth-maker and life-giver is easy and often visible to see in our lives particularly as we look out grand windows like these on to God’s beautiful creation.  Our painful stories are typically more hidden and invisible behind a veil we only remove to our closest friends, the ones we trust.  At ground zero there was no privileged veil as all was exposed, the good, the bad, the blessing, the horror of evil, all was laid bare.

Yet even when our stories are veiled we need to remember that through the Trinitarian lens creation, suffering and transformation always coexist in our Christian lives.  Our entire Christian tradition is seen through this Trinitarian lens of the creation of the world in the OT, the pain-bearing of the public ministry and passion of Christ and the life-giver of the resurrection and Pentecost.  The doctrine of the trinity brings all of these salvific actions together. 

We enact the trinity through our lives of awe in God’s creation, holding painful stories for each other and sharing hope in eternal life.  There is no Easter Sunday without Good Friday.  There is no Pentecost without Easter Sunday.  The trinity brings all of these liturgical seasons together in a mystical dance to which we are all invited and none are left out.  This mystical dance is not the high school dances some of us recall! In the Trinitarian dance all are invited.  None are excluded.  Each of us as part of God’s creation and we are all necessary in telling the story of God’s love.

You will soon discover that one of the distinctive characteristics of my preaching is my willingness to appropriately share my story as we companion with each other to discover Christ in the Gospels. Storm offers a means to see blessing through vulnerability in the extraordinary circumstances of ground zero. We have our lives.  To share our stories involves trust and some risk.  No degree of trust is possible without increasing degrees of risk in which we are willing to go with each other beyond the normal pleasantries of our every day life.

It is my custom when I preach and preside for the first time in a parish to acknowledge the tremor you will likely see in my hands as I raise the bread and chalice or distribute Holy Communion to you.  I have had this tremor since my birth.  At its worst the tremor was a source of embarrassment when I was younger.  In more recent years, the tremor is a blessing.  My tremor helps me see with awe the diversity of God’s creation.  My tremor has taught me to bear the pain of differences of others.  My tremor helps me experience the power of healing transformation that some have experienced through my trembling hands that participate in another’s suffering making them feel less isolated and less abandoned by their humanity.  I have made sense of my tremor through the gift of the trinity in a similar but different way that the ground zero chaplains reflected and made sense of their experiences. 

How do you as a congregation or persons in this congregation experience your life through the gift of the trinity?

Carol Gallagher, an Episcopal bishop has written, “No one can guess what the story of your church community is, and if they guess, they will probably guess wrong. It takes a whole group of people sharing their experiences for the full story to come to light, with depth, color, and the vibrancy of a living tradition – your tradition, your story.  The power of story can be seen as the light of the Gospel story permeating and saturating the living mission of your congregation.” 

What stories might you tell each other about St. John’s Glenbrook? 

The good news today is that the trinity is a gift that invites us to join an eternal dance with God as we express awe with the earth-maker, share in pain-bearing responsibilities and offer life-giving transformation to those in need of the Spirit’s sacred balm.  It is through our story and the stories of others that we find our strength and courage to stay in the Trinitarian dance.

As St. John’s looks for its next priest and continues with its life as a congregation, now would be a good time for you to recall your stories of participation in the Trinitarian ministries of the earth-maker, pain-bearer and life-giver. 

Whatever human story, the transforming power of the trinity for all of us is that it lays bear our vulnerabilities that we otherwise keep veiled, masked and invisible beyond public reach and surely out of reach of one and another’s touch. 

God bless us in our bold and courageous efforts that lay bare our individual and congregational stories as earth-makers, pain-bearers and life-givers that we may lay bare God’s love for all.