What Do We Do Now?

November 9, 2016

Our worst nightmare has come true. Not everyone’s worst nightmare, of course, but my family’s and so many of my friends’ and colleagues’. A man who by almost any standards has proved himself to be a racist, misogynist, drastically uninformed bully is now President-elect of the United States. How did this happen?

According to the pundits (who have been wrong on almost every count since day one), Trump tapped into the anger and angst of white working-class men and women who fall “below the line.” That is, those who have been largely bypassed by the slow but steady economic recovery and who blame the “elite” from Washington to Wall Street who are more concerned about political correctness than they are about “making America great again.”

There is some truth to that analysis and I can even understand (if not sympathize with) those sentiments. But I have been amazed at the cowardice of those same pundits and mainstream media commentators who have failed, so far, to name an even more troubling reality. Twin driving forces behind the surging Donald Trump campaign have been racism and sexism. Apparently, a majority of people in this country were horrified to find themselves led by our first African-American President and unprepared to secure his legacy by electing our first woman as President.

Promising from day one to oppose anything Barack Obama proposed and perpetrating lies about the honesty and integrity of a future Hillary Clinton presidency, the opposition frightened enough people to give Donald Trump a decisive victory across much of the country. The  same nativism and fear which led to Brexit, the new British Prime Minister, and potentially new leaders in France and across Europe is, we have discovered, hugely present in this country as well. We have elected Donald Trump.

So, what do we do now? First of all, we need to reassure ourselves and our loved ones that we will get through this. We survived Nixon, Reagan, George W. Bush and worse. We will survive Donald Trump. Many will be hurt, I fear, and some of the most vulnerable among us will suffer most. So, secondly, we need to redouble our efforts to stand in solidarity with the poor and marginalized and to be a voice for those this new administration will undoubtedly try to silence.

But our opposition needs to be a loyal opposition. Not loyal to policies and perspective we find, dare I say it, deplorable. But loyal to our country and to the political processes which have stood the test of time and produced one of the greatest nations on earth and a democracy which, while far from perfect, is to be preferred over many of the alternatives. We need to trust in the fact that the same checks-and-balances-system which can be so maddeningly slow when we seek progressive change can also protect us from the folly of people like Donald Trump and the possibly-frightening advisers with which he will likely surround himself.

We do not want to be obstructionist for the sake of being obstructionist (like the GOP has been over the last eight years) but we need to work to restrain foolhardy goals like walls between countries and mass deportation of immigrants and children of immigrants. And, we should be prepared to find common ground when possible on, perhaps, saving Social Security, balancing the budget, and finding ways to fix our broken health care system.

For many of us, our worst nightmare has come true. But, it is morning. And nightmares lose some of their horror in the light of day.

For Our Country

November 8, 2016

As voting starts on this Election Day, I pray that “…we may always prove ourselves a people mindful of your favor and glad to do your will. Bless our land with honorable industry, sound learning, and pure manners. Save us from violence, discord, and confusion; from pride, arrogance, and from every evil way.

Defend our liberties, and fashion into one united people the multitudes brought here out of many kindreds and tongues. Endue with the spirit of wisdom those to whom in your Name we entrust the authority of government, that there may be justice and peace at home, and that, through obedience to your law, we may show forth your praise among the nations of the earth.

In the time of our prosperity, fill our hearts with thankfulness, and in the day of trouble, suffer not our trust in you to fail; all which we ask through Jesus Christ our Lord.” 

Amen!

(Book of Common Prayer, page 820, “For Our Country”)

The Illogical Logic of the Kingdom of God

November 6, 2016

Today is All Saints’ Sunday. That’s the Sunday following All Saints’ Day and All Souls’ Day; the first, celebrating the great Saints of the Church on Nov. 1 and the second on Nov. 2 celebrating those lesser saints like you and me who are saints in the N.T. sense…saints, because we are baptized members of the Church of Jesus Christ! And the Gospel reading for this day is always the Beatitudes  (Luke 6:20-31), those beautiful “blesseds.” Blessed are the poor, blessed are those who are hungry, blessed are those who weep,” and all the rest.

Episcopal clergy normally don’t title their sermons like our Protestant brothers and sisters, but if I had to title this one it would be “The Illogical Logic of the Kingdom of God.” The Illogical Logic of the Kingdom of God! Because, when you first look at them, the Beatitudes are downright illogical! How are the poor blessed? How are the hungry blessed? How are those who are weeping blessed? How are those who are hated and excluded blessed? That’s illogical!

At least it would be illogical if Jesus was talking about the present. Today the poor and the hungry and the grieving are not blessed at all. But Jesus is not talking about the present. He’s talking about the future. He’s talking about a Day when God will finally intervene and set things right again – once and for all. ON THAT DAY, Jesus is saying, the poor will be blessed. On that day, the hungry will be blessed, and on that day, the weeping will be blessed.

(And, by the way, on that day, he says, the rich will be poor, the fat cats will be hungry, and those who are laughing at the rest of us now, will “mourn and weep!”) Now, that may sound illogical, dear friends, but I submit to you that the Gospel today tells us that it is the illogical Logic of the Kingdom of God! When the Kingdom of God finally comes in its fullness, what seems illogical now will be the logic that saves us all!

So that’s our hope for the future. But what are we to do until then? What are we to do right now? Well, according to Jesus, we are to live our lives as though that Kingdom has already dawned. Because it has. It’s not here in its fullness yet, but because of the life, death and resurrection of Jesus, the Kingdom of God is within us and we are to begin to live the ethics of the Kingdom:

“Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who abuse you. If anyone strikes you on the cheek, offer the other also; and from anyone who takes away your coat, do not withhold even your shirt. Give to everyone who begs from you; and if anyone takes away your goods, do not ask for them again.” The illogical logic of the Kingdom of God!

Well, that’s just impossible, you might say! How are we to live like this in today’s world? Jesus answers us in one sentence. “Do to others as you would have them do to you!” That is, of course, The Golden Rule and it appears in one form or another in every major religion in the world. Because that is so, the great Roman Catholic theologian Hans Kung has called it “A Global Ethic.”

In Judaism it reads: “What is hateful to you, do not to your fellow man.” (Talmud).  In Christianity, “Do to others as you would have them do to you (Luke). In Islam, “None of you truly believes until he wishes for his brother what he wishes for himself.” (#13 of 40 Hadiths). In Buddhism, “Hurt not others in ways that you yourself would find hurtful.” (Varga 5:18). And in Hinduism “This is the sum of duty: do not do to others what would cause pain if done to you.” (Mahabharata 5:1517).

It’s almost as if God has written this Golden Rule deep in the human heart, across cultures and religions and across the centuries! If we just lived like this, the Kingdom of God really would be evident. The poor would be blessed and so would the hungry and the mourners! We would begin to love our enemies and do good to those who hate us. We would be able to bless those who once cursed us, and pray for those who were formerly our abusers!

So, on this All Saints’ Sunday, there’s a sense in which we have to wait for the promises of the Beatitudes to come true. Wait for that Day when things will be set right again.

But there’s another sense in which we can begin to live those Beatitudes right here and right now. We can love our enemies. We can do good to those who hate us. We can bless those who curse us. And pray for those who abuse us.

We can begin all this by “doing unto others as we would have them do unto us!”

 

I Will Pour Out My Spirit On All Flesh

October 23, 2016

It’s great to be back with you all today! Susanne and I hope you’ve had some time to be thinking and praying about some of the things we talked about last time and to begin dreaming about what the next steps at St. Alban’s might be in the months and years to come. Today we’re going to be focusing a bit on spiritual gifts which are present in each one of you and in this congregation.

One of those gifts is “discernment” which is really about prayerful listening to God and prayerfully listening to one another. And we want to think a little bit about “imagination,” about what it might mean to dream about a future free from what Susanne called last time “the de-fault mode,” specifically about the “one priest, one parish” mode of thinking we’ve become accustomed to. To dream about doing things differently than we’ve always done them before!

And if we were going to choose a passage from the Bible about spiritual gifts and discernment and imagination, we probably couldn’t find one much more appropriate than the 1st Lesson appointed for today from the Prophet Joel. Listen again to these words: “Then afterwards,” (says the LORD), “I will pour out my spirit on all flesh; your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, and your young men shall see visions. Even on the male and female slaves, in those days I will pour out my spirit.” (Joel 2:28-29). Those words are familiar to us because they had become so famous that the Book of Acts has Peter citing them in his first sermon on the day of Pentecost.

The early Christians believed that, in Jesus, and because of his life, death, and resurrection, those words from the prophet Joel had come true. God had poured out the Holy Spirit afresh and the evidence of that was that men and women were prophesying (speaking forth with God’s Word again), old men were dreaming dreams of a new future, and the younger ones were seeing visions of what might actually come to be!

Because of what God had done for them in Christ, these earliest Christians were beginning to experience God’s spirit in some new ways. No longer was God seen as far off and largely unapproachable except through the ministrations of the priests and the Temple sacrifices. Now they were beginning to understand that God’s spirit was as close to them as life and breath itself. God’s spirit was within them, in their midst – as individuals and as the church!

And they were able to recognize that spirit because of the gifts and abilities God was bringing forth. Paul lists some of them in I Corinthians and Romans – wisdom, knowledge, faith, healing, miraculous accomplishments, prophecy, discernment (there’s that word again!), tongues, interpretation, ministry, teaching, exhorting, giving, leadership, compassion, pastoral care. Well, I could go on and on…

But these women and men were learning that the church was indeed the Body of Christ and that each of them was a limb or a member of that body. If they each played their part, if each of them was willing to use the gifts they had been given for the common good, then their little communities, their churches, could actually BE the Body of Christ for the world just as Jesus had once been that Body in the world. They could Be The Body of Christ!

They were beginning to learn what St. Teresa said centuries later: “Christ has no body now on earth, but yours; no hands, no feet on earth, but yours; yours are the eyes through which he looks compassion on the world; yours are the feet with which he (still) walks about doing good.”

St. Alban’s Episcopal Church is just such a body!  Your hands have collected and distributed clean clothing to those who need it. Your eyes have looked compassion on those who suffer from alcohol addiction and other kinds of substance abuse and you have opened your doors to give them a space for healing. Your feet have walked out of this beautiful little sanctuary into the world and have taken the love of Christ into the jails and into the lives of women and children trafficked as modern day slaves right here in eastern Iowa. You are the Body of Christ!

One of the first spiritual gifts mentioned by St. Paul in his First Letter to the Corinthians is the gift of faith. Faith, in the biblical sense, means “radical trust,” radical trust in God. One of the articles of faith for what we sometimes call the “total ministry” movement is that all the gifts necessary to be the Body of Christ are present in that local community. Everything you need to be the church, to be the Body of Christ in this place, is already present…by God’s grace!

All that is needed are for those gifts to be identified and lifted up, unwrapped and put to use. Oh, it takes a little while to discover, or re-discover, those gifts. It takes a little while for them to be shaped and formed by some training and education. It takes a little while for everyone to learn how to use their gifts for the common good. But know this: it can happen!

Because God has already poured out the Holy Spirit in this place! Some of your sons and daughters are already prophesying! Some of your old men are dreaming dreams! And some of your young people are seeing visions! And on each one of you – whether you feel quite ready for it or not – God is prepared to pour out the spirit all over again.

This morning we are Confirming the gift of the Holy Spirit in Kelsey’s life. And Susanne and I are here to help confirm that same gift in the lives of each and every one of you. Perhaps this prayer in the Confirmation service says it best: Almighty God, we thank you that by the death and resurrection of your Son Jesus Christ you have overcome sin and brought us to yourself, and that by the sealing of your Holy Spirit you have bound us to your service.  Renew in these your servants the covenant you made with them at their Baptism. Send them forth in the power of that Spirit to perform the service you set before them; through Jesus Christ your Son our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and forever. Amen.

Today’s Lectionary Reading After Last Night’s Debate

October 20, 2016

“A wise magistrate educates (the ) people, and the rule of an intelligent person is well-ordered. As the people’s judge is, so are (the) officials; as the ruler of the city is, so are all its inhabitants. An undisciplined king ruins his people, but a city becomes fit to live in through the understanding of its rulers.

The government of the earth is in the hand of the Lord, and over it he will raise up the right leader for the right time. Human success is in the hand of the Lord, and it is he who confers honor upon the lawgiver. Do not get angry with your neighbor for every injury, and do not resort to acts of insolence. Arrogance is hateful to the Lord and to mortals, and injustice is outrageous to both.

Sovereignty passes from nation to nation on account of injustice and insolence and wealth.”

(Ecclesiasticus 10:1-8)

 

Hear what the Spirit is saying to God’s people!

Knocking On Doors For Hillary

October 16, 2016

I spent part of my Saturday along with other Iowa Democrats knocking on doors for the Clinton/Kaine campaign and other down-ticket Democrats. I prefer the door-to-door experience rather than phone-calling although I have done both and — as distasteful as they are — both have been proven necessary to win modern political campaigns. When you go door-to-door people are often more receptive than being interrupted at dinner by a phone call from a stranger. You get to have some real conversations.

Part of my territory included a predominantly African American community comprised of duplexes and some small stand-alone homes. As always, the majority of people are not at home (or decline to answer their doorbells!) and in such cases a colorful door-hangar is left, not only hyping the candidates but giving information about registration, early voting, and poll locations. A service in itself, I think. And I was able to provide voter registration information to a young Black man who asked how to get registered.

Even in this working class neighborhood and at this late stage in the campaigns there were some who were undecided. When someone said they were not inclined to vote for Hillary Clinton, I asked them if they then supported Donald Trump. Everyone I spoke to had some version of “Hell, no!” I would then gently remind them that, especially in Iowa, a vote against Hillary either by not voting or voting for a third party candidate or writing someone in or even leaving that top slot unmarked and voting for those down the ballot, was in fact a vote for Trump. I believe it made some think twice.

There were some great moments though. Like the nine year old boy who was playing on the porch next to the unit whose doorbell I was ringing. “You here for the President?” he asked. “Yes,” I said, “I’m here for Hillary Clinton.” “YES!” he exclaimed, pumping his right arm in celebration. Or the middle aged woman who said, “Of course, I’m supporting Hillary. I’ve already voted early. We can’t let that crazy man into the White House!” I held up my thumb, “Let him near the nuclear button?” “BOOM,” she said, “We gone!” I couldn’t agree more.
It is a mystery to me that Iowa is perhaps the only swing state, leaning toward Donald Trump at this point. Much of it is the populist, anti-Washington, anti-establishment ethos which blankets our state, especially west of Des Moines in the vast rural areas. Some of it is the strange coalition of so-called evangelicals and Roman Catholics who are bound together by their opposition to abortion and therefore do not want Hillary Clinton appointing Supreme Court Justices which would inevitably move the Court to the left and solidify the pro choice position which is, in any case, what the vast majority of people in this country want.

I keep thinking of what I read last week: “Ironically, the people who will benefit most from a Hillary Clinton presidency are the ones most likely to vote against her.”

It’s a strange political season.

All we can do is keep hoping.

And keep working.

 

 

Bob Dylan – Poet Laureate For A Generation

October 13, 2016

I remember sitting alone, eating one of my first meals in the dormitory cafeteria at the University of Florida in 1965. Blasting out of the speakers on the wall was Bob Dylan crooning “The Times They Are A’ Changin’.”

“Come mothers and fathers throughout the land/ And don’t criticize what you don’t understand/ Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command/ Your old road is rapidly agin’/ Please get out of the new one if you can’t lend a hand/For the times they are a’changin’ !

There could have been no better way to name what we were feeling in those days. The civil rights struggle in the streets, Viet Nam exploding in napalm, John Kennedy gone, Bobby and Martin still speaking out, but marked for murder. And young people from San Francisco to Iowa City to Gainesville, Florida were beginning to speak out with Bob Dylan’s voice.

It took me a while to “get it.” I had spent my high school years drinking espresso in a folk music coffee house just off the campus of Rollins College in Winter Park, Florida. A good friend and I played guitars sang the music of the day, mostly for our own amusement. But I had experienced Dylan mostly through his more sanitized interpreters like Joan Baez, Peter, Paul and Mary and the like. In college, I began to hear Dylan in Dylan’s voice.

Over the years, he morphed into rock and roll and later — reflecting a religious conversion — began writing songs which sounded more like William Blake than Woodie Guthrie. But always he kept growing and thinking and composing amazing poetry. Yes, poetry. I remember wondering in 1968 when his lyrics would begin appearing in the poetry anthologies I was reading as an English Literature major.

Today — October 13, 2016 — Bob Dylan was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature! The organizers praised him for “having created new poetic expressions within the great American song tradition.” A number of people have expressed disbelief that this aging hippie from the 1960’s would be considered for such a prestigious award. However, it seems to me most appropriate, and perhaps long overdue, if one embraces this definition of “poetry:”

“Literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm…” Or, “writing that formulates a concentrated imaginative awareness of experience in language chosen and arranged to create a specific emotional response through meaning, sound, and rhythm.” Sounds like Dylan to me!

And, if timelessness is part of the definition of fine literature including poetry, I would encourage you to read a summary of our national news and this pathetic election cycle and then join me in singing these words:

“Come senators, congressmen please heed the call/ Don’t stand in the doorway don’t block up the hall/ For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled/ There’s a battle outside and it’s ragin’/ It’ll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls/ For the times they are a changin’ !”

Bob Dylan — poet laureate for a generation.

Indigenous Peoples’ Day

October 10, 2016

I actually have no problem honoring Christopher Columbus. Even though he had no idea where he was going and didn’t know where he was when he got there, this is no different from countless other explorers and pioneers throughout history. Though I understand others’ doing so, I am not prepared to judge him by the standards of the 21st century or to lay at his feet the genocide of the indigenous peoples of this land after his “discovery” (really?) of America.

But Columbus certainly does not deserve an entire holiday dedicated to his memory when so many other explorers do not, and especially when there is not day set aside in our national calendar to those who first settled this part of the world and whose legacy has largely been forgotten and marginalized while we rhapsodize about the Nina, the Pinta, and the Santa Maria.

I have a wonderful tee shirt from the Native American museum in Phoenix which depicts four heroic looking “Indian” chiefs above the presidential busts on Mt. Rushmore (which Native peoples call, “white man’s graffiti!) and the caption reads: The Original Founding Fathers: Fighting Terrorism Since 1492.  More significant is the quotation on the back of the shirt attributed only to a “Blackfoot Chief:”

“THE LAND…WAS PUT HERE FOR US BY THE GREAT SPIRIT AND WE CAN NOT SELL IT BECAUSE IT DOES NOT BELONG TO US.

YOU CAN COUNT YOUR MONEY AND BURN IT WITHIN THE NOD OF A BUFFALO’S HEAD, BUT ONLY THE GREAT SPIRIT CAN COUNT THE GRAINS OF SAND AND THE BLADES OF GRASS OF THESE PLAINS.

AS A PRESENT TO YOU WE WILL GIVE YOU ANYTHING WE HAVE THAT YOU CAN TAKE WITH YOU, BUT THE LAND —

NEVER!

Isn’t this a far more noble sentiment to think on today than the usual “Columbus Day” falsehoods?

On the brink of unity? No, not really…

October 8, 2016

There was a time in which I would have been ecstatic (and likely in attendance) at last week’s meeting between Pope Francis and Archbishop of Canterbury Justin Welby in celebration of the 50th anniversary of a similar meeting between Pope Paul VI and Archbishop Michael Ramsey. That meeting opened the doors for a half century of extremely effective ecumenical dialogue between the two communions, specifically by the Anglican Roman Catholic International Commission (ARCIC) and also the more local expressions such as the Anglican Roman Catholic dialogue here in the United States (ARC-USA).

Many of the church-dividing issues of the Reformation era — justification by faith, the centrality of Scripture, the doctrines surrounding Holy Baptism and the Eucharist, even the theology of Holy Orders (ordination) have been addressed and largely resolved by these ecumenical dialogues. Unfortunately, there has been a break-down on both sides in formally “receiving” these reports and so much of the common understandings reached remain on theologians’ library shelves and in ecumenist brains.

In addition, new complications (described in the Common Declaration signed by Francis and Justin as “serious obstacles”) have arisen, rendering full visible unity as far off as ever. Predictably mentioned are the ordination of women and issues of human sexuality (code language for the ordination of persons who are gay and lesbian and the blessing of same sex unions). These are all obstacles presented by developments on the Anglican side, of course.

Unaddressed are issues which have arisen since the Reformation on the Roman Catholic side, including “creeping papal infallibility” (since Vatican 1), certain Marian doctrines (immaculate conception, assumption) and mandatory priestly celibacy which are not accepted by Anglicans. To say nothing of the “Anglican Ordinariate” promulgated by Pope Benedict which — unannounced to the Anglican Communion before its unveiling — provides a kind of one way ticket for disaffected Anglicans to become Roman Catholics, not just as individuals, but as entire communities of faith.

So I know longer have any hope of a reunification or even full communion between the Anglican Communion and the Roman Catholic Church — in my lifetime, or the lifetime of my children…or grandchildren. That is not to say the dialogue should cease.

Efforts like the International Anglican Roman Catholic Commission on Unity and Mission (IARCCUM) and institutions like the Anglican Centre in Rome do heroic work. And surely it is to be celebrated that the Bishop of Rome and the Archbishop of Canterbury have recommitted themselves and their churches to work on issues of the environment, immigration, global poverty, and human trafficking — and to do so together whenever possible.

But then, we have been talking about doing that for a lot more than the 50 years since Pope Paul VI gave Michael Ramsey his episcopal ring.

And we are really not very much closer to “becoming one, that the world may believe” than we have ever been.

And that makes me very sad.

My First Hurricane

October 7, 2016

I remember my first hurricane pretty well. It was in about 1960 which would have made me fourteen years old. We had moved to Orlando from Greenville, SC in 1955 but had avoided any direct experience of major weather events until Hurricane Donna. Living inland, we were less effected than those on the coast, especially in this instance, southeast Florida which took most of the damage.

But I remember stocking up on water and food, battening down the hatches and waiting for the storm’s arrival. Even then, we knew the futility of putting masking tape on windows or even using plywood to board them up unless one knew exactly how to install them (which most people don’t). Years later, when my folks moved to Daytona Beach, they always had metal storm windows installed which stayed in place all year long and would simply be rolled down in the event of a storm, leaving the folks inside, as my mother put it, “snug as a bug in a rug.”

I do remember walking outside in our backyard when the eye of hurricane passed through Orlando. After the wind, rain and blowing debris, after the snapped branches and power lines, the eerie silence in “the eye of the storm” was mesmerizing. There are stories of people being so entranced by the experience that they stayed out too long in the eye and were hit by the backside of the storm as it continued on its path! Not too much danger of that for me, as my mother kept an eye on me and would not rest until I got back inside, well before the winds started picking up again.

As Hurricane Matthew storms up the east coast of Florida today, I’ve been in touch with friends and my dad, all of whom live in a straight line from Melbourne to Cocoa to Daytona Beach to Jacksonville. Other than power outages and a bit of water damage everyone seems safe and grateful that the storm stayed offshore for as far as it did. They are also experienced Floridians who take storm warnings seriously and make appropriate plans to stay safe in such instances.

Ironically, we had tornadic activity here in the Quad Cities, Iowa last night as well. We lost power for a while and there are reports this morning that our wonderful homeless shelter, King’s Harvest, took a direct hit and lost part of a roof. I’ll be taking a run down there later this morning to see how bad it is. Hopefully, our community will come together to help them re-build and, just as importantly, to be sure there are no lack of services in the interim for those who depend upon this facility and its dedicated staff and volunteers.

The power of nature regularly reminds us that, as much as we might like to believe so, we are not really in charge of this world, or even of our lives. It’s why we need to stand in awe of the creation and its Creator; and it’s why we need to take care of each other when these regular reminders show up!