Friday, April 26, 2013

Easter 4 C - Apr 21, 2013

Holy Cross Monastery, West Park, NY
Sr. Shane Phelan, Companion of Mary the Apostle
Easter 4C - Sunday, April 21, 2013

Acts 9:36-43
Revelation 7:9-17
John 10:22-30

Icon of the Good Shepherd.
From the web site of the Oratory of the Good Shepherd.
I don’t know about you, but I need a shepherd this week.

I need someone to tell me that love continues, that life continues.

I’ve been listening to NPR and reading the New York Times. You might have been watching CNN. I’m grateful not to have a TV this week, because I’d be watching and listening to those voices.

I need to hear my shepherd’s voice.

I need to hear Peter tell me to get up and get back to work.

I need to join the throng before the throne, lifting my voice in response.

To do any of that, I have to fight my way through the other voices. You know those fancy noise-canceling earphones? I want those.

I think of being in an airplane. You get earphones, and you can listen to music or movies, but you never really get rid of the sounds around you in the plane. To do that, to really enter the world of the music and the film, you need special earphones.

I want those.

This week has been unusually horrific for those of us who live in normally quiet places, places with housing and food and some sort of safety. But what we are facing with shock is other people’s everyday life. In Iraq, in Afghanistan, in some neighborhoods in Chicago, people are shot or blown up every day. In Greece, where unemployment is running at 27%, many people are too hungry to study or to work. In places where women are expected to stay hidden, many run the risk of rape or attack just to go to school or work. So this week I grieve for Boston and for West, Texas, but I also grieve for all those places where violence and loss and oppression are normal.

I need to hear my shepherd’s voice.

I’ve been reading Charles Taylor’s magnum opus, A Secular Age. He traces how Western Christendom came to the place where atheism seems not only possible, but reasonable. How did we get to a place where so many can’t hear God in their lives, where God became irrelevant? And what does that have to do with the violence around us?

There have been two stock answers to this question. The traditional, fundamentalist answer is that violence is a result of people turning away from God, that bad things happen either because God is angered (in the case of natural disasters and accidents) or because sinful people do sinful things.

The atheist answer is that religion is a cause of intolerance and hatred, that violence flows out of religion.

These two extremes, which seem like opposites, actually share a conception of God. In that conception, God is angry and quick to punish. God is allied with one tribe and rejoices in the destruction of others. People who hear the voice of that God are indeed likely to justify violence, at least when it comes on their behalf.

But the people who reject that God too often miss the shepherd's voice, the loving voice that calls us all. They put on the noise-canceling earphones, but they don't open the channel to the sound of love.

Taylor suggests that in fact the two sides, secularists and fundamentalists, share a drive to purge the world of evil, to erase the messy parts of us. When that drive is at work, we narrow our world into two categories: evildoers and victims. And that feeds our hunger for violence. The riot of violence on our TV and movie screens, in our schools and in our streets, testifies to the real, deep attraction of violence. Our desire to deny that in ourselves ironically plays into the need to purge, and so we become part of the problem.

As long as we need to purge, we will keep killing. Some will kill for safety, some for honor, some for the sheer adrenaline high. Some will kill in a sick version of religious ecstasy, the only form available in a world where sacred mystery is seen as superstition.

In such a world, we cannot hope to hear our shepherd’s voice.

For Jesus consistently went to people on the wrong side: not only the poor, but to the many who live their lives in a shape greater than evildoer or victim.

He came to Peter, who was not done with weakness and failure.

Through Peter, and through a chain of others, he came to Dorcas.

He came to the throng before the throne, who in their lives heard that voice and answered.

Jesus knew that violence lives in us. He did not seek to purge it. He transformed it. By undergoing violence, he transformed the violence. He overcame the fear of violence not by controlling it for his own ends, but by overcoming fear and offering himself. He faced into the violence with love, and in so doing he changed everything. The shepherd laid down his life for the sheep, and opened the gate to life.

The noise of the world tells us that our safety lies in revenge and extermination. It tells us that we need bigger gates and walls. It drowns out the voices of need, and silences the voice of hope and mercy.

The louder that noise gets, the more we need to listen for the shepherd. We need quiet time, prayer time, time with friends and family. We need to seek out the voices of forgiveness and reconciliation. And we need to add our voices to the choir of worship and praise.

What we do here, in this monastery and in this extended community, is life saving work. Helping people hear the shepherds voice is not just nice. It is part of repairing the world. In a world of meaninglessness and rage, the shepherd calls us to transforming love.

The only sound louder than violence is love.

We don't really need the noise-canceling earphones, as attractive as they can be. We need the ones that let us hear the cries of need, let us hear the chaos of the world, but still send us the sweet sound of our shepherd's voice.

We need the sound of love.

Blessing and glory and wisdom and thanksgiving and honor 
and power and might
be to our God forever and ever!
Amen.

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Easter 3 C - Apr 14, 2013

Holy Cross Monastery, West Park, NY
Br. Adam D. McCoy, OHC
Easter 3C - Sunday, April 14, 2013

Acts 9:1-20
Revelation 5:11-14
John 21: 1-19

I love this morning’s gospel.     There is something cinematic about this story.  It’s like a guy film.  Seven guys who don’t seem to know what they’re doing decide like guys do to go fishing – the big guy makes up his mind and the other guys follow along.  Then, as is so often the case when a group of guys just sort of decides to do something, nothing happens.  Hurry up and wait.  Except that some man on the shore calls out to them – Hey, guys – Catch anything?  No?  So lower your nets on the right side.  Suddenly so many fish they can’t manage.  But who is that man on the beach?  The leader of the guys is not the brightest bulb in the sign – it is John who recognizes Jesus, but it is Peter who acts.  He puts on his clothes, jumps in the water, swims to shore, and hauls in the net. 

We know, but the guys don’t, that the man on the beach is Jesus, and he is the reason the guys have been drifting.  Condemned, killed and resurrected – two appearances already! – and the guys still don’t get it.  They’re like lost boys.  So Jesus helps them focus.  He serves them breakfast, and then has a purposeful chat.  Simon son of John, do you love me?  I do Lord.  You know I do.  Feed my lambs.  Tend my sheep.  Feed my sheep.  Jesus gives Peter his new job description.  But this time, no glory.  No young hero stuff.  This time the call is to get old and feeble and then get killed.  Jesus seems to ask, Are you up to it?  Then follow me.

This story is a call story.  But it is so unlike the call story at the beginning of the Gospel.  The first call is about excitement, about following an unexpected and emergent leader, about the prospect of initiating change and doing something new.  But the call story at the end of John’s gospel - for our gospel today is from the very last chapter of John - this call story is about something altogether different.  These guys seem not to be at the beginning of something filled with hope and expectation, but are like lost lads, drifting, unsuccessful, at the end of something but even what they are at the end of isn’t really clear to them.  This is the third resurrection appearance, apparently – the third one! – and they still don’t quite get it.  It bears repeating.  So Jesus hammers it in.

The narrative line of this story is like a template for what is to follow:  If you depend on your own efforts, if you rely on yourself, you will fail.  No self-gotten glory, no fish for self-starters here.  In order to make the catch you need to rely on the one who calls you, whom you don’t always recognize at first.  This call will penetrate to the center of your soul, and will hurt you because it won’t accept your first or even your second answers, but keeps on until you cry out in frustration and anguish, until you declare your love from the depth of your heart.  This call is for the long haul, fishing all night and catching nothing not just once but your whole life.  And the big catch is none of your own doing.  You haul in the big catch because of advice from somewhere, someone you don’t even know.  And you don’t really know who it is until you sit down and share with him, with a stranger, who turns out not to be a stranger at all.  This story tells us that we will find the Lord at the most unexpected times and in the most unexpected ways.

As did Saul of Tarsus.  History’s most famous convert.  For once we are not entirely at the mercy of a thirty or forty year communal memory, a story told and retold and sharpened in the retelling and finally written down, the story we heard from Acts.  Paul himself tells us what happened to him, in his own words, in the beginning of Galatians (1:11-24):            

“For I want you to know, brothers and sisters, that the gospel that was proclaimed by me is not of human origin; for I did not receive it from a human source, nor was I taught it, but I received it through a revelation of Jesus Christ.  You have heard, no doubt, of my earlier life in Judaism. I was violently persecuting the church of God and was trying to destroy it.  I advanced in Judaism beyond many among my people of the same age, for I was far more zealous for the traditions of my ancestors.  But when God, who had set me apart before I was born and called me through his grace, was pleased to reveal his Son to me, so that I might proclaim him among the Gentiles, I did not confer with any human being, nor did I go up to Jerusalem to those who were already apostles before me, but I went away at once into Arabia, and afterwards I returned to Damascus.  Then after three years I did go up to Jerusalem to visit Cephas and stayed with him for fifteen days; but I did not see any other apostle except James the Lord’s brother.  In what I am writing to you, before God, I do not lie!  Then I went into the regions of Syria and Cilicia, and I was still unknown by sight to the churches of Judea that are in Christ; they only heard it said, ‘The one who formerly was persecuting us is now proclaiming the faith he once tried to destroy.’  And they glorified God because of me.”      

While Acts doesn’t contradict what Paul himself tells us, Acts tells a very different story, full of action and interesting detail, a little like the story we heard from John this morning.  It is cinematic, strongly plotted, breathless even.  Who doesn’t get caught up in it when they hear it?  Who doesn’t put himself or herself into it, wishing perhaps to be chosen and transformed and given a world-changing task like Saul was?

But Paul’s own account is different.  There is no light, no voice.  There is something reticent, almost passive in Paul’s own account.  The whole exciting narrative in Acts is summed up in a single phrase:  When God was “pleased to reveal his Son to me”.  No dramatic story, no Ananias sent to the street called Straight, no nursing back to health, no scales falling from the eyes.  What Paul gives us instead is entries from his appointments calendar.  Arabia, Damascus, Jerusalem, Syria, Cilicia.  Years pass.  Not much happens for three years, and then he gets two weeks with Peter and James.  This doesn’t sound dramatic.  This isn’t cinematic.  Something happened.  Then I went here, and then I went there, and then I met with people, and then I went out on the road again.  It’s like listening to a friend we haven't seen for a long time tell us about what’s happened in his life, but it’s not an exciting story, it’s really just a list, and our attention maybe drifts just a little bit as we smile back as he drones on and on. 

This sounds like real life. 

These stories seem to say that the call itself is dramatic enough.  Sometimes the haul is so big we can hardly manage what the Lord has given us.  We meet the Lord in a stranger, we have an apocalyptic experience.  But then it is back on the road, for years and years of slogging, till all of a sudden we’re old.  We used to be able to spring up and get right to it, but now we’ve gone all creaky, and maybe the end is in sight.  Paul didn’t begin his writing career till twenty or more years after the Lord revealed himself to him.  Peter didn’t get the job description till he was broken down by the Lord’s persistent asking him the question Peter thought he had already answered. 

Easter Day may be all joy.  But the resurrection life is a long slog.  Simon, son of John, do you love me?  Lord, you know I do.  Feed my sheep.  Not once, not twice, but three times.  Over and over.  Once again, from the top. 

Are we up to it?  If you are, he says, Follow me.

Sunday, April 7, 2013

Easter 2 C - Apr 7, 2013

Holy Cross Monastery, West Park, NY
Br. Bernard Jean Delcourt, OHC
Easter 2 C – Sunday, April 7, 2013


Acts 5:27-32
Revelation 1:4-8
John 20:19-31

Jesus appearing to the disciples on Easter Sunday.
Picture from a theatrical interpretation.

Through the centuries and above Thomas' shoulder, Jesus calls out to you and me: “blessed are you who have NOT seen and yet have come to believe.”

Blessed are we who continue our journey on the Way despite not having met Jesus in person and in the flesh.

Blessed are we who have benefited from those who wrote the gospels for our edification and sustenance.

Blessed are we by all the generations of those who carried the Message to those who had not yet heard it.

Blessed are we who, with the help of the Advocate, the Holy Spirit, have journeyed to belief and continue our pilgrimage of faith.

Blessed are we who with the help of our community of faith continue to believe and journey together towards the glory promised us by the Messiah and the Son of God.

*****

In the Gospel according to John, the Resurrection narrative is a powerful concentration of Easter, Ascension and Pentecost all in one day, the day of the Lord. It all happens in Chapter 20 of which we read the second half today. But I want to take it all in today to grasp what happens in that upper room where the disciples encounter the risen Christ on two Sunday in a row.

In the course of the first Sunday, Easter Sunday, we are exposed to the faith journeys of three disciples: from lack of faith, to conditional faith, to belief.

Mary Magdalene comes to faith but not before having been called by name by Jesus. And we have Resurrection in the person of Jesus being revealed to Mary Magdalene.

Her reflex is to cling to Him but he tells her he must ascend to the Father first. So Jesus' Ascension to heaven on that very day is assumed by the text.

*****

Peter and the Beloved Disciple find the tomb as described by Mary. Peter is puzzled and not swayed.

The Beloved Disciple sees the empty tomb and believes. Period. He is our model for those who don't see Jesus in person and come to believe anyway.

Peter will come to believe later when Jesus appears to the disciples in the upper room. It is a very real Jesus who appears to the disciples; one whose body still carries the marks of his ordeal. And yet it is a Jesus in glory, no longer constrained by material impediments.


This Jesus breathes into the disciples so they may have the Holy Spirit for the time his presence will not be felt as an observable person. And we have Pentecost (without waiting fifty days).

*****


Allegedly, Thomas is not the only one who needed some empirical experience of the risen Christ to come to belief. All the disciples, bar one, came to full belief in the face of an observable encounter with the risen Christ. Lucky them! I can only dream of my first encounter with the person of Jesus some time later than in this circle of existence.

If Thomas comes in for particular disapproval, it is not principally for having needed an empirical encounter with the risen Christ too. He comes in for particular disapproval for the forcefulness with which he demands to believe on his own terms; and for his lack of trust in his community of faith's witness to the risen Christ.

Let those who never have put conditions on their faith or refused to be carried by the corporate faith of their community cast the first stone at Thomas.

*****


In the end, Thomas makes one of the most touching conversions I know and proffers a profession of faith that never fails to move me; “My Lord and my God.”

Whether further empirical inquiry was needed for Thomas to get there is not made clear by the text. The emotional color of his exclamation leads me to think he didn't need to prod Jesus' wounds; seeing him once more in person was more than enough.

At times, we can be graced with faith hitting us with an utter lack of subtlety and I think this is such a moment for Thomas.


*****

And what about us, you may wonder? When do we get to see Jesus in the flesh? Well, not just yet! Or at least, you may meet Jesus a lot before you really hear that you are called by name and recognize him.


*****


But the gospels are written that you may receive the Holy Spirit once more, as you did at your Baptism. The gospels are so written, that if you consent to it, the Holy Spirit may reach deep into your soul and help you to unconditional belief; one that doesn't require empirical evidence.

Don't plan on it, don't discount it, just welcome it when it happens. And when it happens, let your community of faith share in your peace and joy and let them carry you when your faith may flag; as Mary Magdalene, Peter and Thomas will tell you, sometimes it does.

*****

Peace to you! Peace to you! Peace to you!

May you live a joy-filled Eastertide.

Allelujah! Christ is risen.

The Lord is risen indeed. Allelujah!


*****

PS 1: You may also like Br. Julian's sermon on the same scriptures given a few hours earlier at our Monastery in Grahamstown, South Africa.

PS 2: And you may enjoy seeing how one same preacher's emphasis on the same scriptures moves over a period of years.  I preached on this same Gospel passage in 2010.