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17 April 2022: Easter Sunday, Pastor Joe Britton, preaching

4/17/2022

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​17 April 2022
Pastor Joe Britton
St. Michael’s Church
Easter Day
 
Jesus said, “Peace be with you.” (John 20)
 
            As we did the Stations of the Cross each day this week here in the church, one word has leaped out at me, over and over again: “bitter.” It’s a very sharp word, hard even to hear said. Like many words, it has multiple layers of meaning. It can refer to the emotion someone feels who has been hurt or wronged. But it can also refer to the nature of something that is done to us, as when the psalmist says, “God has dealt bitterly with me.”
            If ever there was someone who had reason to be bitter, it was Jesus. Judas betrayed him. Peter denied him. The guards crucified him. The people mocked him. His disciples deserted him.
            We just heard the story of Jesus’ first appearance to Mary early on Easter morning, and of her astonishing report to the disciples. But I want to push the story a bit further, to the next scene in John’s gospel, when the disciples are gathered together in a locked room later that same day. It’s not hard to imagine that the air in that room was heavy with their resentment toward one another, tense with fear of what might happen next, and redolent with the disappointment they felt in themselves.
            And then suddenly … there Jesus is. It must have been a truly terrifying moment. What would he say or do, this man who had so much reason to reproach them bitterly for what they had done, and failed to do? And yet … the first words out of his mouth are … “Peace be with you.” Those words are so familiar (we hear them in church every Sunday after all!), it’s hard to register just how shocking they must have been in the tension of that moment. Where the disciples had reason to expect only an angry tirade, they get instead a gentle embrace.
            So what’s going on? Well, whatever else one might say about Jesus, those words signify to us that one thing we cannot do is to change his mind about who we are: beloved creatures of God, endowed with the dignity and likeness of God. So Jesus is going to love and forgive us, whether we’re ready for it or not. And there is good news in that: the good news that we are powerless to make him stop loving us. He will always survive our mistakes and failures, always be there working to remake the relationships we break again and again. It is the freedom Jesus has as God’s chosen one: the freedom to love us without restraint, as God created us to be loved from the beginning.
            But here’s the thing: there is a tendency to take that kind of statement about love and forgiveness, and to universalize it, as if it solves all our problems. “Well, okay, then,” we say: “God loves us, our sins are forgiven, and the world is set right.”
            Except that it isn’t, is it? These dark days of a brutal war, symbolized by that pile of cold stones in front of the altar, painfully remind us that the world is still very much enthralled and held captive by violence, in all of its forms, resurrection or not. I find that even the hymns we sing today sound agonizingly out of sync with the reality of our times: “The strife is o’er, the battle done, the victory of life is won.” Really? Could you easily say those words today in Kyiv? In Mariupol? In Bucha? So what, then, are we to make of Jesus’ words, “Peace be with you”? Are they ultimately powerless? Just wishful thinking?
            Speaking for myself, I have to say that there comes into play here something I have learned from being pastor of this congregation. You have helped to teach me a more restrained—or perhaps the word is, a more modest—way of Christian life, than what I once had. This is a congregation that lives in the world with a very realistic sense of the challenges human life brings, whether it is overcoming prejudice, or caring for the stranger, or wrestling with the pains and griefs of old age. We don’t live by clichés here: we live by the hard work of doing our best to address human suffering and need as we find it.
            And in turn, I think that lesson is very much related to Jesus’ words of peace. We just have to accept that as long as we human beings have anything to do with it, the world is not going to be set right, not even by God. The kingdom of God is not absolute, but partial. Yet that doesn’t mean that as followers of Jesus, we are not empowered to live in hope as peaceably as we can for the sake of the world, even while knowing that we are surrounded by a world that is inherently violent and ultimately indifferent. Jesus calls us to do what we can, even though it is never enough. The only thing worse, would be to do nothing.
Brother Roger was the founder of the Taizé religious community in eastern France during the Second World War, a community that dedicated itself to peace and reconciliation even in the darkest days of that conflict. It was said about him that in his own person he made the possibility of peace seem real, just by the way he carried himself, by the way he spoke, by the way he prayed. Yet one day he himself was violently murdered, right in the community’s chapel, just as evening prayer was beginning.
            But in his own sphere, Brother Roger found a way to live peaceably. Gently. Lovingly. Compassionately. Unassumingly. His example has had ripple effects around the globe.
            On the afternoon before he died, Brother Roger asked one of the other brothers to take a dictation, saying, “Note down these words carefully!” He began, “’I leave you peace; I give you my peace.’ What is this peace that God gives? It is,” he said, “first of all an inner peace, a peace of the heart. This peace enables us to look at the world with hope, even though it is often torn apart by violence and conflicts. This peace from God,” he continued, “also supports us so that we can contribute, quite humbly, to building peace in those places where it is jeopardized.”
The dictation ended with the words, “To the extent that our community creates possibilities in the human family to widen …” And there he left off, too tired to continue. He went to the chapel to pray, and it was there that his life was ended.
            But those last words now read as if they are a great invitation: “To the extent that our community creates possibilities in the human family to widen …” Widen what? The circle? Relationships of communion? The possibility of peace? The dignity of every human person? How we choose to answer that question, is the place where each of us is given the choice, and the ability, to make a difference. What is it of God’s compassion and peace that our life will widen, in the sphere of our own being?
            As I prepare to step aside from pastoring this church, I want to leave you with Brother Roger’s unfinished letter as something to ponder as you move into the future: “To the extent that this community creates possibilities in the human family to widen [dot, dot, dot]” It will be for you to fill in the dots, but knowing the depth of commitment and spiritual integrity of this church, I am confident that you will find creative and inspired ways of completing that, as yet, unfinished letter of peace. For it was Jesus himself, appearing to his disciples on Easter Day, who blessed them with the most unanticipated yet most longed-for words ever spoken: “Peace be with you.” Amen.
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Palm Sunday, April 10, 2022: Pastor Joe Britton, preaching

4/10/2022

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​10 April 2022
Pastor Joe Britton
St. Michael’s Church
Palm Sunday
 
When they came to the place that is called The Skull, they crucified Jesus there with the criminals, one on his right and one on his left. (Luke 23)
 
            The night the Russian invasion of Ukraine began, I was up late working on a project when the news flashed across my computer screen. I found myself saying, “So just like that, Europe is at war again! How can that be?”
            After all the horrors of the 20th century, you would think we would have learned. But no, history always has a tendency to repeat itself. Especially where violence is concerned. And so here we are once again.
            Violence, it seems to me, is the real heart of the human predicament. Every other problem flows from it, in one way or another. In the book of Genesis, Adam and Eve eating of the forbidden apple is described as the original fault. But that act pales in comparison with what it unleashes: the murder in the very next generation of Abel by his brother Cain in a fit of filial jealousy. As so it was that violence took root in the human heart.
            But violence is more than just an aggressive act of physical force. At the root of violence is the degradation of the dignity of another human being. Violence can thus be verbal, or psychological, or economic. But one thing that all forms of violence have in common, is that the perpetrator must first dehumanize another human being, before feeling empowered to make an attack upon them. That’s why prejudice and bias and privilege are all so pernicious: at root they are what enables violence.
            And as we’ve just heard in the reading of the Passion, it was just like that for Jesus, too. Before crucifying him, his accusers had to mock him, spit on him, humiliate him, make him something other than they were themselves, before they could do away with him. And so, in the current moment, the Passion of Christ becomes the very emblem of the dehumanizing violence in Ukraine upon which we have all looked with such revulsion this past week. We have seen signs of crucifixion everywhere: I don’t need to evoke the horror of it for you to know what I mean …
            Now, this is a bit of an aside, but it is ironic, that on this day–Palm Sunday–the rubrics of the Prayer Book themselves ask that the recitation of the creed be omitted, without explanation. It is as if the creed’s recitation of rather abstract ideas we are to believe about Jesus (such as his consubstantiality with the Father), just doesn’t hold up to the urgency of our demand to know how we are to live in Jesus, face to face with the reality of human violence. Rather than what to think, we need and want to know what to do. The absence in the creed of such guiding words as compassion, or peace, or justice—or even love—is just too glaring when we are confronted by atrocities such as those we’ve seen in the past week. We need something more.
            Now, they say that all preachers really have only one sermon, and that they simply preach a version of it over and over. I plead guilty. The one sermon I have is that because of our creation in God’s image, every human being is endowed with a dignity that cannot be violated, without also violating God. That’s why in Jesus, God gives us the model of how we are to live peaceably, to make possible the recognition of our mutual dignity. And the simple fact that Jesus teaches this way of peaceableness dictates every aspect of how we are to live, and how we are to treat one another. If you think about it, it’s what lies behind this parish’s longtime commitment to LGBTQ rights. It what lies behind our reception and care for immigrants and refugees. It’s what lies behind our ministries to the hungry, and to those who live without housing. The God-given dignity of each and every human being is a fact that puts each of us on the line daily as people of faith.
            So I’ve got today, and then next Sunday, to restate for a final time this one sermon. 
            But I find that in trying to do so in times as troubled and violent as these, the challenge becomes, where are we to find the will and perseverance to defend human dignity, when we feel so overwhelmed and helpless by what we have seen just this week? How do we not just give up and retreat into ourselves?
            Almost providentially, it seems, we were also given another story this week, beyond the violence of war: the story of an African American woman confirmed to serve as a justice of the United States Supreme Court. Speaking on the South Lawn of the White House at a celebration of her confirmation, Judy Ketanji Brown Jackson observed that for her family, it took one generation to go from enduring segregation to her appointment to the court. But for the country, she noted, it has taken much longer: “It has taken 232 years and 115 prior appointments.” Recognizing the significance of her achievement, she paraphrased from Maya Angelou’s “Still I Rise” to underscore the implications of her new position: “I do so now while bringing the gifts my ancestors gave. I am the dream and the hope of the slave.”
            Her story holds up for us that the only real response we can have to violence such as slavery or segregation or war or abuse or whatever form it takes—is never to give in, or to give up, because to do so, is already to have lost. No, perseverance is the only real option for resistance, however difficult and exhausting it may be. (And incidentally, lest you think that such things no longer exist, you should know that one of our guests in The Landing this week was an escaped slave from Mauritania. Slavery is still very much with us.)
So the lesson we might take from Holy Week is this: God does not give up on us. Seeing in us the divine likeness, God cannot help but love us, and to love us whatever the cost. That is the crux of the crucifixion. And if God does not give up on us, then we can take hope that neither should we give up on one another. That’s what affirming human dignity means: the struggle of forgiving, loving, living with other human beings, just as Jesus did for us.
            At the end of this week, we will of course celebrate Easter, the Feast of the Resurrection. Framed in the terms I have been using here, the resurrection might be described as God’s manner of restoring human dignity, after all the violence and ignominy of the crucifixion. But now I’m starting to get ahead of myself, so let’s just stop there and take this up again next week, and let this be part one of a final repetition of what really is, my one and only sermon. Amen.
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Fourth Sunday of Lent, 27 March 2022, Rev. Susan Allison-Hatch preaching

4/7/2022

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​Lent 4                                                                                       March 27, 2022
Luke 15:  11-32                                                                          St. Michael and All Angels Church
 
Making Space
 
In the name of God who, as the psalmist assures us, brings us out into the open place and welcomes us because she believes in us.  Amen.
 
I imagine I’m not the only person in this room who has run away from home.
 
I suspect that I’m not the only one among us who has done so more than once.
 
And I’m willing to bet there are others here who have, like I, stomped off in a fit of childhood pique.
 
I get that younger brother.  And the older one as well.  I’ve walked in their shoes on more than one occasion.  Maybe you have too. 

 
That capacity for identification with those brothers helps explain why this parable is often labeled “The Parable of the Prodigal Son”.  But is that really where this story we just heard takes us and leaves us?
I do hope not for that emphasis on the turn back home, on repentance if you will, deflects, me thinks, from the gems to be found in the parable as a whole.  And it is those gems, scattered throughout this story that are so important to life in our worlds today—life in the communities of family, friends, and faith in which we spend most of our days. 
 
What might our gaze reveal if we focus our attention not on the sons but on the father?  A father who is accessible and approachable.  One who is amenable to a very bold request on the part of his younger son.  The kind of father you know you can count on.  A father whose love for you and hope for your safe return leads him to scan the horizon in hopes that he will see you walking down the road.  A father whose generous compassion just can’t be contained.  And a father who, when faced with his older son’s anger and resentment leaves the party and goes out to plead with that older son to join the celebration thus assuring him of his constant love for his son.  A father who appears, either directly or—in two instances—indirectly in every scene of this long parable.
 
There are those who suggest this parable be called “The Parable of the Prodigal Father.”  Maybe.  But centuries of association of prodigal with profligate makes that title untenable too.  I’ve come to think of this parable and the invitation it extends to we who hear it as “The Parable of a Most Hospitable Father.”
 
Isn’t this what hospitality at its very best looks like?  Welcoming you.  Accepting you as you are in the moment.  Giving you what you need in the moment and giving you space when that is what you need most.  A limitless hospitality grounded in love.  That’s just what that father showed.  To both his sons.
 
You and I, we live in a changing, challenging, and dangerous world.  You know the outlines of that world—the shadow of Covid, open talk of World War III, a nasty form of politics that was on full display in last week’s Judiciary Committee hearings on Katanji Brown Jackson’s appointment to the Supreme Court.  All this at a time when many of us are, in one way or another are experiencing the shrinking of our worlds and feeling a sense of rugs being pulled out from under us.  A time that begs for that kind of hospitality that Father showed both his sons. 
 
A hospitality marked by what one theologian identified as a “faith that awakens trust in the still unrealized possibilities in human beings—in oneself and in other people.”  Think of it—trust, confidence that what you see in others and in yourself is not all you get.  There are those unrealized possibilities floating just beneath the surface of our lives as individuals and communities.  Seeds waiting to be watered.  Possibilities hanging around in hopes of a welcoming environment.  A hospitable climate if you will.
 
I’ve come to view the hospitality this parable invites us to as a hospitality of making space---for people, for ideas, for practices.  For tears and for laughter.  For the parts of us (as individuals and communities) that show us at our Sunday best and for those other parts as well.  For our quirkiness and crankiness and kindness.  A hospitality that senses what we need in the moment and tries its level best to deliver. 
 
I saw that kind of hospitality at work this week in a most tender and poignant way.  Towards the very end of those three brutal days of hearings about Judge Katanji Brown Jackson’s appointment to the Supreme Court—three days of relentless inhospitality, Senator Cory Booker turned to Judge Jackson and said,      
“I’m not going to let anybody steal my joy” and then he continued, “It’s hard for me not to look at
            you and not see my mom, not to see my cousins—one of them who had to come here and sit
            behind you….She had to have your back.  I see my ancestors and yours.”
 
Booker concluded by saying, “But don’t worry my sister.  Don’t worry.  God has got you.  And how do I know? Because you’re here.  And I know what its taken for you to sit in that seat.” 
 
That, that is the world the Parable of a Most Hospitable Father invites us to join—a world of making space for one another and for ourselves as well.  
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