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Sunday, July 26, 2026

The Ninth Sunday after Pentecost, Proper 12, July 26, 2026

Holy Cross Monastery, West Park, NY

Br. Robert Leo Sevensky, OHC

The Ninth Sunday after Pentecost, July 26, 2026

Last Sunday, Brother Ephrem spoke to us about the hero’s journey, that archetypal tale which becomes a pattern for human life. He used this to illustrate the story of Jacob as well as that of Odysseus, a story of leaving home, having adventures, facing challenges, and making one’s way back, chastened and—let’s hope--a little more mature and wiser.  And we understand that this is not peculiar to Jacob or Odysseus but touches each of us. This hero myth or story is one of many models or genres that speak more generally to our human condition. There is, for example, the story of the descent into the underworld or the search for a hidden treasure or the story of a flood such as we find in the Gilgamesh Epic or that of Noah and the ark, a story of universal destruction and restoration.   


Today’s Scripture readings present us with yet more stories or symbolic lessons, messages of faith and pathways to wisdom.  There are five—count them—parables of the Kingdom in today’s brief Gospel passage.  And one folk tale…that of Solomon and his dream.  In any event, it strikes me as a folk tale.


Folk tales or, in their more condensed form, proverbs seem designed not to offer us the shape of the whole pattern of our lives but rather focus on one or two practical pieces of advice for successful living.  And every culture has them, shared with children, often quite humorous, and sometimes even bawdy.  We all know them and have been exposed to them in collections such as Grimm’s fairy tales. They are a primary tool of socialization in any society or culture.


One folktale that appears in many shapes is the tale of The Three Wishes.  And like any good folk tale it can be endlessly elaborated on though it is easily summarized. In its classic form—and with a nod to Wikipedia—it tells the story of a poor woodcutter and his wife who are struggling to make ends meet. One day the woodcutter finds the perfect tree to harvest, and just as he begins to do it a fairy or wood nymph appears and begs him not to chop down her home. In returns, she promises to grant him three wishes and he agrees. The woodcutter returns home, and as he talks with his wife about what happened, he realizes he's very hungry and without thinking he wishes for a sausage to eat. And suddenly a hot sausage appears at the table. His wife, furious that he's wasted a wish, speaks to him in anger.  And he responds in kind: “I wish this sausage was stuffed up your nose.” And as if by magic, there it is. The couple now need to decide what to do with their one remaining wish. They could be rich, they could be powerful, they could be fruitful, but alas, the sausage would still be hanging from the wife's nose. So, they decide to use their third and final wish to remove the sausage from her face.


What's the moral of the story? What do we learn from it? Maybe we learn to take our time, to not be hasty, to not act out of unexamined desires or uncontrolled emotions.  Maybe we learn that greed is not the way to go forward in life. Or maybe we learn that who we are or what we have right now is enough.


It seems to me that the story of Solomon that we hear in our first reading has something of the character of a folktale with its own moral. God appears to Solomon in a dream and says, “Ask what I should give you.” And though he is given one, not three, wishes he is faced with the difficult question of what he should ask for, what he desires. Solomon, of course, the paradigm of the wise ruler, does not ask for long life or riches or the life of his enemies but rather for, and I quote, “understanding to discern what is right.”  But my hunch is that the other things surely went through his mind. Why not ask for long life? Why not ask for riches? Why not ask for the life of his enemies? But what Solomon does request is in fact quite bigger.  In effect, he is asking for the skill to live a life which is at once meaningful and productive. And as we hear from the reading, God grants him the other things which he set aside for the sake of this larger purpose, namely that of being a wise ruler for his people. Indeed, God promises that he shall be the wisest of all mortals ever!


If this is a folktale, is there a moral? What lesson can we learn? It’s easy to draw the wrong conclusion from these stories. Perhaps you have heard it said: be careful what you wish for or be careful what you ask for or even--and deeply mistaken--be careful what you pray for.  


On the contrary, I’d like to suggest that it is well worth thinking about what it is we want or desire. It is worth naming. It is even worth praying for. Because in the very process of wanting or desiring and in examining and engaging and not censoring those desires or longings they may be refined and reshaped in ways that serve both our own true good and God's greater glory. Befriending our desires, as one writer puts it, or heeding our deepest longings and giving them space to be transformed and sharpened or perhaps even sublimated or abandoned, is a profound spiritual practice and a necessary one. Saint Augustine of Hippo who lived in the late 4th and early 5th centuries was the great saint of desire and delight and love. He knew firsthand the depths of human desires and admittedly did not always navigate them well. But he came to recognize that the only adequate object or goal of our desires is God. He is famous for teaching: “Our hearts are restless, oh God, until they rest in you.”


This saying sometimes frightens people. Does loving God with all our heart mean we can have no other loves? No. Rather Augustine talks about the right ordering of loves.  As he says: “…everybody loves but the question is, what is the object of their love.”   His advice is to examine our loves—all our loves, all our longings, all our desires—and look for what they are honestly moving deep, deep within us before the face of God.


Augustine continues: “So, am I telling you to give up loving? Not at all! If you love nothing you will become lazy dead lifeless creatures. Love, by all means; but take care what it is you love.”


This is good advice for the 5th century and for any century, especially when we realize that what we are being invited to is not the suppression of our desires but the deepening of our desires, getting more and not less in touch with them, naming them, focusing on them and even fanning them.  And in this Saint Paul tells us, the spirit helps us with sighs and groans too deep for words. It is this wordless prayer, this interior groaning, which is arena of the deepening and cherishing, the purifying and right ordering of our desires. Cherishing our deepest desires, we enter into relationship with them, and they become educated, reformed, expanded, transfigured, more adequate, all embracing and simpler.


I believe this happened with Solomon and maybe with the woodsman and his wife and their sausage.  Because this is the mystery of sanctification. We come to know ourselves.  And we come to know God, to love what God loves. We come to desire what God commands, we come to long for what God envisions and to love what God intends. And in that is our happiness, that is delight, that is freedom and that is becoming who we are.


And the moral, the lesson of this fairy tale? Don't be too worried about what you wish for or what you desire or what you ask for or long for on the inside, or what you pray for. Your very open, honest, prayerful engagement with these desires allows them to be transmuted by God’s love into something beautiful… something beautiful for you and me and something beautiful for God. 


And by the way, what do you want God to give you today?

Sunday, July 19, 2026

The Eighth Sunday after Pentecost, Proper 11, July 19, 2026

Holy Cross Monastery, West Park, New York

Br. Ephrem Arcement, OHC

The Eighth Sunday after Pentecost, July 19, 2026




In his book The Hero with a Thousand Faces, the great mythologist Joseph Campbell describes the narrative pattern of the hero myth as follows:


A hero ventures forth from the world of common day into a region of supernatural wonder: fabulous forces are encountered there, and a decisive victory is won: the hero comes back from this mysterious adventure with the power to bestow boons on his fellow man.


Campbell chronicles this narrative process of the hero myth through seventeen chronological stages, each infusing the protagonist with new experiences that gradually transforms his or her character into its destined ideal: a hero who has undergone adventure, transformation, and return to become the boon, or a blessing, to those yet to undergo the journey themselves.  The “thousand faces” of the hero’s journey refers to the multiple iterations that this universal, mythic journey manifests.  Underneath, though, for Campbell, there is only one transformative monomyth of adventure, transformation, and return.

This weekend one of the most paradigmatic of these hero journeys hits the big screen in the highly anticipated adaptation of The Odyssey by the great filmmaker Christopher Nolan.  The Bible, too, is full of these hero journeys beginning with Abram who is transformed into Abraham and his grandson, who we hear about today, Jacob who will be transformed into Israel. 

Up to this point in the story, Jacob, whose name means “supplanter,” has usurped his twin brother, Esau, at every turn.  Even at his mother’s bidding, Jacob will come to assume and own his identity as a trickster all to get what was not rightfully his, his father’s blessing.  Even though a twin, he is not the first-born twin.  He is the second…and his supplanting nature is memorably depicted in the story even in his birth with his tiny hand firmly fixed on his brother Esau’s equally tiny ankle.  Ever-grasping Jacob refuses to stand in the shadow of his brother and rightful inheritor of the blessing of the father and the promise of God.  So, all of his life, he grasps and strives and connives to supplant his brother to be somebody his society and religion said he could not be.  And yet, the irony at the heart of the story is that all along Yahweh, his god, had supplanted custom and already chosen him to be the son of blessing.  But to realize this, Jacob has to go on a hero’s journey of adventure, transformation, and return.

The story today picks up with Jacob on the run, living in fear of his brother’s retribution.  It’s here in the moment of his own, personal existential crisis that he meets his match.  With a stone for his head, he lies down and dreams of a ladder connecting heaven to earth with God’s messengers, angels, ascending and descending on it.  But the message does not come from these messengers but directly from God standing right beside him.  God’s message is a message not of castigation or reproach but one of assurance and promise.  Jacob learns that his god is with him to fulfill the promise of Abraham through him, just as he so desperately desired.  As he rouses himself, his eyes are awakened to new dimensions and exclamation says, “Surely the Lord is in this place—and I did not know it!  How awesome is this place! This is none other than the house of God, and this is the gate of heaven.”  For us, today, the journey ends here…but not for Jacob.  His transformation is only beginning and won’t be complete before having to wrestle with this god and be perpetually wounded in the fight.  Jacob will indeed be the vessel through whom the blessing of God flows, but it’s through a wounded, limping, humbled vessel…one who has gone through the fire and whose ego-ambition has been supplanted by God.  

But this is a lesson for another sermon in the weeks ahead, today the focus is on a very particular stage of this hero’s journey.  The truth discovered at this stage is a truth that appears again and again in the journey of spiritual maturation…it is the moment of awakening.  Ironically this happens while Jacob is asleep.  And maybe there’s a lesson in this irony…it’s only when we let go of control in our wakened life that the divine in our subconscious minds can make itself known.  And what is the revelation that here awakens Jacob?  It is the fact that his God, Yahweh, the God of the promise, is with him in this deserted place with only a stone for a pillow.  It’s the insight that it’s in the ordinary where the extraordinary is discovered and that he is now in God’s house (the literal meaning of Bethel) …that it’s when you’re worn down by running away from the thing you fear most and have to just stop over sheer exhaustion that you encounter the awesomeness of God and the gate of heaven.  

Jacob’s journey of awakening and discovery reminds me of another hero’s journey, the journey of Thomas Merton who chronicles a very similar experience.  After living about sixteen years as a Trappist monk in rural Kentucky, Merton, suffering from chronic back pain, goes to downtown Louisville to see a doctor.  While walking on a busy street corner he is suddenly stunned by what he sees.  He describes it as follows:


In Louisville, at the corner of Fourth and Walnut, in the center of the shopping district, I was suddenly overwhelmed with the realization that I loved all those people, that they were mine and I theirs, that we could not be alien to one another even though we were total strangers. It was like waking from a dream of separateness….  And if only everybody could realize this! But it cannot be explained. There is no way of telling people that they are all walking around shining like the sun…. Then it was as if I suddenly saw the secret beauty of their hearts, the depths of their hearts where neither sin nor desire nor self-knowledge can reach, the core of their reality, the person that each one is in God’s eyes. If only they could all see themselves as they really are. If only we could see each other that way all the time. There would be no more war, no more hatred, no more cruelty, no more greed…. I have no program for this seeing. It is only given. But the gate of heaven is everywhere.

“How awesome is this place!  This is none other than the house of God, and this is the gate of heaven.”  Sound familiar?  

I have often wondered if anybody else on that busy day on Fourth and Walnut saw what Merton saw.  Probably not!  But why did he see it?  Was it a moment of total sovereign revelation?  I don’t think so.  Merton had spent sixteen years giving himself over to the monastic way of life and learning how to open himself up and listen deeply with the ear of his heart.  His spiritual senses were attuning themselves to the presence of God everywhere.  He was, in other words, ripe for something like this to happen.  And it did!  “The gate of heaven is everywhere” is Merton’s great insight…and he challenges us to awaken our spiritual senses to see it, hear it, taste it, touch it, and smell it in the everyday, ordinary moments of our seemingly mundane lives.  

Pope Francis used to repeatedly say that God is a God of surprises and that we never know when God is going to surprise us.  We, therefore, need to develop what he called “a contemplative gaze” so that we don’t miss those divine surprises.

So, at the heart of our journey in our life with God is found one of life’s greatest lessons.  With Jacob we must close our eyes to the world around us and “fall asleep,” as it were, to the phenomenal world and awaken to the numinous depths within.  It is there that the awesome presence of God awaits us.  We don’t have to wait until Sunday morning or a moment of crisis to encounter this presence.  It abides with us!  And with Merton we give ourselves to lives of prayer and deep listening, ever sensitizing ourselves to the “deep calling unto deep,” so that with Pope Francis we can awaken from our slumber and return to our awakened state each morning ready for the adventure in God that awaits us.  

One further lesson in the Jacob story…this process of awakening to the vision of God in the hero’s journey is not easy and comes at a price.  It’s on a very hard, uncomfortable stone that you will have to sometimes lay your head.  It’s not what we would have chosen, and it is often what we wrestle with God to accept…but it is this very stone which becomes the catalyst of awakening and is transformed into a monument to God.  

The lesson Jesus teaches us today is that in this process of transformation there are weeds encroaching on us our whole lives.  Patient endurance, putting up with the weaknesses of body and behavior, as our Holy Father Benedict memorably put it, is not just a necessary burden, it is the very virtue transforming us into someone who will one day shine like the sun.  For Jesus, and for those in him, the good news is that the adventure we’re on is one much greater than any hero’s journey…and the transformation and boon of blessing far exceeds anything previously imagined.  We’re on a journey not just of adventure, transformation, and return…we’re on a journey of adventure, transformation, and transcendence into a whole new mode of being…what he called eternal life…and that this eternal life isn’t in some far away kingdom reserved for us when we die…but in the simple, but pregnant, moments of our everyday lives.  Let anyone with ears listen!  And let anyone with eyes see…we’re all shining like the sun!

Sunday, July 12, 2026

The Seventh Sunday after Pentecost, Proper 10, July 12, 2026

Holy Cross Monastery, West Park, NY

Br. Bernard Delcourt
The Seventh Sunday after Pentecost, July 12, 2026


In the name of our Loving, Liberating and Life-giving God. Amen!

Jesus leaves the house that day and walks down to the water. The crowd that gathers is so large that he has to push off in a boat just to have room to speak, while everyone else stands crowded along the shore. And there, with the sea at his back and the fields probably visible somewhere behind the people, he tells a story about farming.

It is worth pausing on how ordinary that story would have sounded to his first listeners. Nobody in that crowd had ever tested the pH of a field or laid down seed in neat, irrigated rows. In first-century Palestine, you scattered the seed first and plowed it under afterward. You threw it across the path, across the rocky patches, into the weeds, and onto the good ground, all in the same sweeping motion, because you could not always tell in advance which parts of the field would produce and which would not. Then you waited for rain that you could not control, over a harvest you could not guarantee. Every farmer in that crowd would have been nodding along, thinking, yes, that is exactly how it goes.

So when Jesus describes seed falling on the path, on rocky ground, among thorns, and on good soil, he is not describing something strange or symbolic to begin with. He is describing an ordinary Tuesday. The strangeness comes later, in the ending, and in what the story assumes about the sower who keeps throwing seed onto ground that, by any sensible calculation, is not going to produce anything.

Notice, too, how the story is framed. It opens with Jesus saying, "Listen!" and it closes with "Let anyone with ears listen." Whatever else this parable is doing, it is asking for our full attention, not our anxious diagnosis. And it arrives in Matthew's Gospel at a hard moment: the chapters just before this one are full of misunderstanding and outright opposition to Jesus' ministry, and the chapter will end with his own hometown rejecting him. Matthew is writing to a community that knew what it was to proclaim good news and watch much of it fall on ground that produced nothing — through persecution, through poverty that scattered people from the region, through false teachers sowing confusion inside the church itself. This parable was first heard by people who needed reassurance that a disappointing public response did not mean their message was wrong, or their labor wasted.

That is where I want to start today, because it is easy to hear this parable and immediately turn it into an inventory of ourselves. Which soil am I? Am I the hard path, closed off and unreceptive? Am I the rocky ground, quick to catch fire with enthusiasm and just as quick to burn out when life gets hard? Am I choked by thorns, distracted by ambition or worry or the hundred small hungers that crowd out anything deeper? I suspect most of us, if we are honest, have been all four kinds of soil at different points in our lives, sometimes in the same week. I know that when I was young, this parable was taught to me almost entirely as a checklist for self-improvement: figure out what is wrong with your soil and fix it. It is a tiring way to hear good news, because it turns the gospel into one more thing you are failing to get right.

But look again at where Jesus puts the weight of the story. He does not linger on the soils nearly as long as he lingers on the sower and on the harvest. And when the interpretation comes, in the second half of our reading, it is offered almost as an afterthought, a clarification added because the story on its own was too open, too strange, too likely to be misunderstood. The center of gravity in this parable is not the quality of the ground. It is the character of the one doing the sowing.

Picture that sower again: walking a field, throwing seed in every direction, including places that everyone standing nearby could see were hopeless. Not one seed reserved for the good ground and withheld from the rest. Not one calculation of odds before the throw. This is not a cautious, efficient sower rationing precious seed for maximum yield. This is a lavish, almost reckless sower, acting as though there is no such thing as too much seed, no soil too far gone to be worth the risk. If you have ever been on the receiving end of that kind of extravagance — loved by someone who did not first check whether you deserved it — you know it does not feel like sound business practice. It feels like grace.

That, I think, is the first piece of good news buried in this familiar story: the parable is not primarily asking whether you are good soil. It is telling you what kind of God is doing the sowing. This is a God who does not sort us first, who does not calculate our likely returns before showering us with love. God's word goes out toward hardened ground and rocky ground and weed-choked ground with the same generosity it goes out toward the ground already prepared to receive it. Nothing about our failures — the times our hearts were closed, the times we scattered under pressure, the times ambition or anxiety choked out something truer — makes God stingier with the seed. There is always more where that came from.

The second piece of good news is that none of us is only one kind of soil, forever. The path, the rocks, and the thorns are not fixed identities assigned to certain people while others get to be the good soil. They are conditions — seasons, really — that any one of us can move through. Hardened ground can be broken open. Rocky ground can have its stones cleared. Thorns can be pulled. We are not seeds, locked into whatever patch of earth we happened to land on; we have the strange and demanding freedom to notice our own condition and to let it change. That is part of what it means to keep showing up to listen, week after week: to let something soften that had gone hard, to let roots go down deeper than the last hard season allowed.

And then there is the ending, which is the part I think we are most tempted to skip past too quickly. Jesus does not conclude with a modest, reasonable harvest. A good year for a first-century farmer might yield seven or eight times what was sown. Jesus says thirtyfold, sixtyfold, a hundredfold. That is not agricultural realism; that is a promise of abundance that breaks the scale we normally use to measure return on investment. The point is not simply, keep trying and eventually something will grow. The point is that when God's word does take root, it produces far more than the effort put into it could account for. We are not meant only to endure; we are invited to expect abundance we cannot engineer or predict.

There is one more thing worth naming before we close. Paul, writing to the Romans, tells his readers that there is no condemnation for those who are in Christ, because the Spirit of God dwells in them. I think that is close to the heart of this parable too. The sower is not standing over us with a clipboard, grading our soil. The seed that has already been planted in us is not something we manufactured through our own discipline or worthiness; it took root because the Spirit of the very sower who planted it also dwells within us, doing the slow work of clearing stones and pulling weeds that we could never manage entirely on our own. That is not permission to stop tending the ground of our own hearts. It is the reason we can tend it without dread, trusting that the outcome was never solely up to us in the first place.

So perhaps the truest response to this parable is not anxious self-examination but something closer to trust, followed by imitation. Trust that the sower sowing in us is patient, generous, and unbothered by our rocky or thorny seasons. And imitation, because we too are sent out to scatter seed without first demanding proof that the ground is worthy. Speak the kind word to the person who seems closed off. Offer forgiveness before it is requested. Show up for the neighbor whose soil, as far as you can tell, looks like nothing but path and rock. You will not always see what grows. But the sower we follow was never stingy with the seed, and the harvest, when it finally comes, is always far larger than anyone had a right to expect.

Let anyone with ears, listen. Amen.

Sunday, July 5, 2026

The Sixth Sunday after Pentecost, Proper 9, July 5, 2026

Holy Cross Monastery, West Park, New York

Br. Robert James Magliula OHC
The Sixth Sunday after Pentecost, July 5, 2026

The lectionary today omits the little section of today’s Gospel which Matthew calls Jesus’ reproach of the cities.

“Then he began to reproach the cities in which most of his deeds of power had been done, because they did not repent. “Woe to you, Chorazin! Woe to you, Bethsaida! For if the deeds of power done in you had been done in Tyre and Sidon, they would have repented long ago in sackcloth and ashes. But I tell you, on the day of judgment it will be more tolerable for Tyre and Sidon than for you. And you, Capernaum, will you be exalted to heaven? No, you will be brought down to Hades. For if the deeds of power done in you had been done in Sodom, it would have remained until this day. But I tell you that on the day of judgment it will be more tolerable for the land of Sodom than for you.” (Matt.11:20-24)

Let’s be honest. We don’t much like reproach in our lives or in our scriptures. Most would rather skip quickly to the good part, that part about the humble and gentle Jesus who we think is going to make life easy. But we need to hear these words of reproach as individuals and as a nation. It seems most appropriate during this 250th anniversary that we hear it as a nation. They’re important words. Reproach by Jesus is not rejection but the other side of care and concern.

These are the towns where Jesus spent most of his ministry and where he did most of his miraculous works. They know Jesus well and he knows them. He knows their unbelief, their unwillingness to change, their refusal to yoke themselves to him and to his gospel.

“To what shall I compare this generation?” Jesus basically tells them that they are like a bunch of spoiled kids unhappy with whatever is offered them. They want it their way or no way. John the Baptist came neither eating nor drinking and they said he was possessed. Jesus came eating and drinking and they call him a glutton and a drunkard who hangs out with the wrong kind of people.”

I think that Jesus would say the same to us today as a nation. Are we different from Chorazin, Bethsaida, and Capernaum? How are we responding to Christ and his gospel?

Reflecting on this question raises a deeper and more fundamental question. To what or whom are we yoked? To what or whom do we give ourselves? What or who takes priority in our lives, orienting how we live and relate to others, how we make decisions? We all harness our lives to something: another person, work, family, success, reputation, country, political party. Sometimes our yokes are more interior like fear, anxiety, anger, beliefs and opinions, the losses and tragedies of our lives. Regardless, they are the relationships and attachments that we depend on for meaning. For better or worse, they give us our life’s direction. We’ve all got them and usually more than one.

What yokes do you wear? As Christians, we know the right answer should be Jesus. But is that how we live? Is it reflected by our deeds and in our relationships, or just in our words?

If we are going to call ourselves Christians, we must yoke ourselves to Christ. He must be the primary and determining yoke. We cannot simply just hear the gospel and say our prayers. The gospel of Christ demands a response. The people of these cities have seen God among them; they have witnessed the signs. Jesus cleansed their lepers, healed their sick, cast out their demons, forgiven their sins, calmed the sea. Still, they reject Jesus and, before him, John the Baptist.

Sometimes we are like those little kids in the marketplace, unhappy with whatever is offered us. We want the gospel to fit our beliefs, desires, and agendas rather than shaping our beliefs, desires, and agendas to fit the gospel. That is not an option for Jesus. The yoke of Christ must reorient our lives and priorities.

It means we take seriously our life of discipleship. Our prayer is more about intimacy with God than getting what we want. We work for justice and the dignity of every human being. We care for the poor, feed the hungry, and defend the oppressed. We love our enemies. We offer forgiveness. Our faithfulness should be evident by how we live and speak. We let go of anger and don’t live in fear.

To be yoked to anything or anyone other than Christ will only leave us weary and burdened. Our lives will be frenzied and fragmented. This is a disease of the soul in which we end up comparing, competing, and judging ourselves and each other. There is no internal integrity. Our reserves run dry and we live exhausted with nothing of substance to offer, making our relationships superficial.

Too often we treat our weariness and medicate our burdens with addictions, a new toy, a vacation, a nap, a day off, busyness and perfectionism. Interior voids cannot be filled by exterior things. Often, we’re just as weary afterwards as we were before. These are not the antidote to our exhaustion. The antidote to our exhaustion begins with sharing the yoke of Christ, the heart of God and the heart of humanity beating as one.

Jesus isn’t upset because the cities misbehaved, but because they have chosen a life less than what they were created for. Jesus is like a loving parent looking at his exhausted children, so tired we do not know which end is up, so weary we misbehave. This is why his words of reproach soon become words of invitation and love. “Come to me, all you that are weary and are carrying heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me; for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.”

To take on the yoke of Jesus is to take on his life: to let our heart love like his.  Only by living and moving as one with him, will we find rest for our souls. +Amen.

Sunday, June 14, 2026

The Third Sunday after Pentecost, Proper 6, June 14, 2026

Holy Cross Monastery, West Park, NY
Br. Bruno Santana, OHC

The Third Sunday after Pentecost, June 14, 2026




There is a lot of pain in our world today. But you do not need me to tell you that. We see it every day. Physical pain. Emotional pain. Spiritual pain. We see the pain caused by violence, injustice, poverty, loneliness, division, and fear. We hear about it in the news. We see it in the faces of people we love. Sometimes we carry it quietly in our own hearts. Every one of us has a story of pain. Maybe it is your own struggle. Maybe it is the suffering of someone you love. Maybe it is the suffering of a neighbor, a friend, or even a stranger. 
So today I want to begin with a simple question: Where does it hurt? Perhaps that sounds like a heavy way to begin a sermon. But I believe this question is at the heart of today's Gospel. There was a lot of pain in Jesus' world as well. Throughout the Gospel of Matthew, Jesus meets people who are hurting. He meets a father grieving the death of his daughter. A woman who had suffered for twelve years. A leper rejected by society. The sick, the poor, the forgotten, and the broken-hearted. And every time, Jesus stops. He notices. He listens. He responds. The Gospel tells us that Jesus went through all the towns and villages, teaching, preaching, and healing. Behind every healing was a person. Behind every miracle was a story. Behind every story was pain. Then Jesus looks at the crowds and has compassion for them. He sees that they are exhausted, burdened, and lost, “like sheep without a shepherd.” And then he says something surprising: “The harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few.” 
In other words, there is so much suffering in the world, and there are not enough people willing to enter that suffering with compassion. So Jesus tells his disciples: “Pray to the Lord of the harvest to send laborers into his harvest.” That sounds familiar, doesn't it? When people are sick, we pray. When families are struggling, we pray. When there is violence, war, or injustice, we pray. And we should pray. But notice what happens next in today's Gospel. Jesus barely gives the disciples time to say “Amen” before he sends them out. They pray for laborers. Then Jesus makes them the laborers. He turns them into the answer to their own prayer. And perhaps he is doing the same thing with us. 
Every Sunday we pray, “Thy kingdom come.” But are we willing to become part of the answer to that prayer? When we pray for peace, are we willing to be peacemakers? When we pray for healing, are we willing to bring comfort to someone who is suffering? When we pray for the lonely, are we willing to make room at our table? Prayer is not only something we say with our lips. Prayer is something we live with our hands, our feet, and our hearts. Jesus never turned away from suffering. He entered into it. He carried it. And he transformed it through love. The same compassion that moved Jesus is meant to move us. So I ask you again: What pain do you carry today? What pain do you see in the life of another? What pain do you see in our community? And what is God asking of you in response? Because the Kingdom of God is not an escape from the pain of this world. The Kingdom comes whenever compassion overcomes indifference. 
The Kingdom comes whenever someone is seen, heard, welcomed, forgiven, or loved. The Kingdom comes whenever we become the hands and feet of Christ. In a few moments we will pray once again, “Thy kingdom come.” As we pray those words, let us ask ourselves: How will I give my hands to that prayer? How will I give my feet to that prayer? How will I become part of God's answer today? Amen

Sunday, June 7, 2026

The Second Sunday after Pentecost, Proper 5, June 7, 2026

Holy Cross Monastery, West Park, NY
Br. Ephrem Arcement, OHC

The Second Sunday after Pentecost, June 7, 2026




The journey of faith always begins with a call.  We see it with Abram in his encounter with a strange voice.  We see it with Moses before a flaming bush.  We see it with the prophets in all sorts of bazaar theophanies.  We see it with Jesus at his baptism.  We see it with Jesus’ disciples when he bids them, “Follow me.”  The call is given in an irrevocable summoning, but the response can go any sort of way.  We are free to say “yes” or to say “no,” to negotiate or maybe even to try to convince God why this is all might be a big mistake.  Yet, the call remains, and we are left with choices that will determine the course of our lives…and the lives of those who come after us…for generations to come. 

What is it about this call that can cause someone to act so utterly irrationally, so utterly contrary to normal expectations…Like Abram and Moses…Jesus and his disciples?  This is, I believe, the mysterious element at the heart of every religion and its most distinctive characteristic.  There would be no Hinduism or Buddhism without this mysterious summoning.  No Judaism, no Islam, and no Christianity.  And neither would there be any monasticism.  Every religious movement is ignited by the spark of this numinous, mysterious, existential demand that confronts us…some of us, with such conviction that we seem to be denied a choice in it at all…we are grasped by a God who simply will not let us go, and we are like Peter before Jesus, “Lord, to whom can we go? You have the words of eternal life.”

And, so, as God woos us along this wild journey of faith with promises of a better future…for lives of greater peace, greater joy, greater justice for all…we learn much about ourselves…and about those with whom we accompany along the way…and the intended maturation process begins.  All carefully designed by God, our journey of faith is not about getting there as quickly as possible, nor is it about getting there without ever taking a wrong turn…and it is certainly not about getting there first and leaving everyone else in the dust.  Our wilderness wandering is all about learning to discern the true and real value of life from all of the competing values and to learn to find the grace to finally lay all of our idols aside and embrace the one thing necessary alone and, in doing so, discover that the promises of God are actually not in some far distant future like a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow but right here in our midst waiting to be discovered in our moment of spiritual awakening. The divine theophany at our calling, which gave us a foretaste of the promise to come, whose delight is usually obliterated by the squelching heat of the desert sun, is all directed to this…to the trying of our faith to discover a deeper type of faith which no longer finds life’s value in a projected future but in the here and now.  Taste and see!  There is a paradise in the middle of the vast, barren desert, and we discover that we are now standing on holy ground…and with Jacob we exclaim, “How awesome is this place! This is none other than the house of God, and this is the gate of heaven.”  

“Listen…and you will arrive,” the first and final words of St. Benedict’s Rule for Monks, captures this journey of faith with perfect simplicity and perceptive insight.  Listen…and keep listening.  Listen deeply with the ear of your heart, for you have a father who loves you and has a promise to reveal to you.  Learn to put off the old self with its ears for titillation and gossip and become pure so that you can hear the deep, constant reverberations of divine love.  It’s the hearing, that tasting, and these sacred moments of encounter which bestow the grace to let go of the past which so seeks to cling to you and is where you will find the boldness to venture out into an unencumbered freedom where you will find yourself moving in the kingdom of God and not just toward it.

And this is the moment of insight…that moment when all becomes utterly clear and simple.  When the life that we lived with a plethora of competing allegiances is reduced to one, and we discover that the one thing necessary is not success, not prosperity, not notoriety; not a good name and not an honorable family; not the freedom to do what we want nor the health and means to do it.  It’s not the propagation and of our sacred traditions nor the strict adherence to them.  It is only one thing: faith working itself out through love.  

One thing that I have grown to appreciate more and more as I have reflected on my life as a monk over these past 15 years is that its integrity depends on its being rooted and grounded in precisely this and nothing else: faith working itself out in love.  The monastic vow is exactly that: conversatio: fidelity leading to love.  All of the various aspects of monastic life…and there are many behind which we can hide and evade our true calling…they all are assumed in the all-encompassing vow of conversatio morum: fidelity to the monastic way of life which blossoms in love.  It is not obedience.  It is not stability.  It is not celibate chastity.  It is not poverty or simplicity of life.  It is the commitment of my heart to give itself without compromise to the daily seeking of the face of God, the daily tasting of divine love, and the less romantic but as important daily struggle of humble service which keeps my heart beating with love and compassion and kindness and prevents it from taking refuge in whatever else may serve as a fake imitation of this love, however good in itself.  Obedience is not love.  Love bears fruit in obedience.  Stability is not love.  Love bears fruit in faithful stability.  Chastity and simplicity are not love.  Love bears fruit in chastity and simplicity.  Love, love, and love again.  This is the vow of a Benedictine monk.

Sometime in the middle of the 12th century, an English monk of immense spiritual depth and intellectual insight and the head of a lively community in the town of Rievaulx chronicled in one of the most beloved of monastic treatises of the Middle Ages the following: “The day before yesterday, as I was walking the round of the cloister of the monastery, the brethren were sitting around forming as it were a most loving crown.  In the midst, as it were, of the delights of paradise with the leaves, flowers, and fruits of each single tree, I marveled.  In that multitude of brethren I found no one whom I did not love, and no one by whom, I felt sure, I was not loved.  I was filled with such joy that it surpassed all the delights of this world.  I felt, indeed, my spirit transfused into all and the affection of all to have passed into me, so that I could say with the Prophet: ‘Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity.’”

Aelred would then go on to compare this life of communal love with the kiss of Christ through his allegorical interpretation of the first verse of the Song of Songs: “Let him kiss me with the kiss of his mouth.”  The kiss represents the love of Christ outpoured through the Spirit, now binding brother to brother in love.  Spiritual friendship in the community of faith is the way that the Holy Trinity is glorified and made manifest.  And not only that, it is the way that God continues to live in the world of time and to transfigure it.

In the Gospel of Matthew we hear Jesus call Matthew himself to such a journey of faith leading to love…and we get a glimpse into the heart of his gospel message.  Jesus summons and sends to extend his presence of healing and deliverance, to restore justice and peace, and to make God’s dwelling of Trinitarian love among the human race.  

My beloved brothers…

We have encountered the divine in the theophany of our calling.  Each of us has heard the summons, and we have left all to follow Christ along this monastic way of the Lord’s service.  We have committed ourselves by a solemn vow to be faithful along this way: faithful to our God; faithful to our call as monks; faithful to one another.  We have each been given a task (some several tasks) in service to God and the community, and many demands have been placed upon our shoulders.  A sure sign that our fidelity is true is that these demands are not burdensome but delights, instruments through which our Lord lives in and through us his own faithful love and service.  This can only happen if our eyes and our hearts are focused upon the one thing necessary…upon faithful love…not our own but God’s for us.  We are not here just to be obedient, to give up our freedom and personal autonomy and desires.  We simplify our lives that we may focus them upon that one quality of life far exceeding all others…that which gives meaning and vitality to it.  We refuse the kisses of the crowds to receive the kiss of our Christ and to be filled with his Spirit.  And when this happens…and when we offer this kiss of faithfulness and love from brother to brother…a community of faithful love is formed and heart is bound to heart and God is glorified.

The call of God is always also a summons.  What are we as monastics summoned to do?  What is our evangelical imperative?  Do we not have one?  Have we, as sometimes accused, forsaken it looking up to heaven while the multitudes suffer and hunger for our help?  Not at all!  Our evangelical imperative is fulfilled in this:  in our love for one another.  “By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another.”  Everything that we do and everything that we are flows from this well of grace…and when we’re doing it well, multitudes find healing and peace.  

Brothers, for nearly 150 years the spark of this love that found a place in the heart of our founder has persisted.  There have been seasons when that flame was but a flicker and others when it spread to nations far and wide.  This love that must burn is now seeking to burn anew in this new chapter in the OHC story about to begin.  What a privilege to be a part of this story…this story of faith showing forth itself in love.  Let us each receive this burning flame anew, remember our first love in our own calling, nurture it with ardent devotion, and share it with abandon.  Remember, there is never a reason to not choose to love.  If we choose it over bitterness and over animosity.  If we choose it over self-centeredness and self-assertion.  If we choose it over personal ambition and personal comfort…then the love of God revealed in the Holy Cross of our Lord Jesus Christ will reign supreme and the peace of God will keep our hearts bound one to the other and the joy of the Spirit will be our witness to a worried and wearied world that Christ is indeed risen over our shadowy existence with arms open wide bidding to one and to all through us, “Come, follow me…and you will find rest.” 

Sunday, May 24, 2026

The Day of Pentecost, May 24, 2026

 Holy Cross Monastery, West Park, NY

Br. Robert Leo Sevensky, OHC

The Day of Pentecost, May 24, 2026

The spirit of the Lord has filled the whole world, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia.


The Book of Common Prayer tells us that there are seven principal feasts observed in our church. Traditionally and by common consensus Easter, the feast of the Resurrection of our Lord, is the principal festival of the church year—the feast of feasts, if you will—but next in dignity is today's feast, that of Pentecost. It is the day that closes out the long Easter cycle that we began more than ninety days ago on Ash Wednesday. And it's a great feast…isn't it? Well, let’s be honest: for most of us, it's not.


A recent article in the [UK] Church Times was titled: “In the Parish: why is Pentecost undervalued?”  The author, Sally Welch, begins by saying that Pentecost as a festival made very little impact on her as a child. Then fast forwarding to young parenthood, she notes: 

…I was startled one Sunday by the appearance of jumpers and scarves of vivid scarlet making a strange contrast to the duns and heathers of the rest of the church going outfits. “It’s Pentecost!” crowed an over-enthusiastic curate. “We celebrate by wearing red!”  This was my first introduction—a congregation-wide wardrobe malfunction—to one of the major feast days of the Christian Church. 

I think we've all had such experiences, some rather more unfortunate than the wardrobe malfunction that Ms. Welch refers to. I've seen red streamers, felt banners with multicolored butterflies or silver doves, sheet cakes celebrating the birthday of the church, very large puppets, birds—preferably white—set free though usually not venturing very far, the gospel proclaimed in assorted languages, and various other liturgical actions, all well-intentioned perhaps but faintly embarrassing, at least to me.  My favorite story is from my parish in Harrisburg PA where one year the children were all given helium-filled red balloons. Inevitably several escaped and got tangled in the overhead fans where they remained dangling throughout the hot summer and into autumn, limp and spent and altogether a rather sad memorial of a distant feast.


Why is it so hard to celebrate Pentecost in a way that engages us at a deep level? Partly of course it has to do with the very subject matter, which in this case is the very figure of the Holy Spirit. What do we make of this Holy Spirit? Who is this Spirit and what is its nature and its job description and how does it fit into the Christian doctrine of the Holy Trinity? Happily, next Sunday is Trinity Sunday, and I'm confident that our preacher will unfold this mystery for us once and for all. But today we are asked or invited or forced to reflect on this a bit...perhaps in anticipation of next Sunday’s great reveal. 


One of the reasons it is so hard for us to wrap our hearts and minds around this feast is that there is not just one Scriptural story pointing to the outpouring of the Spirit, however we might understand her, but several. We are all familiar of course with the account from the Book of Acts which takes pride of place. And what a story it is. Ten days ago, we celebrated the Ascension where, as Jesus departs from his friends he tells them to wait for the promised gift of the Spirit. And they wait for ten days praying together and likely getting a little antsy. And suddenly the Spirit is poured out upon them--tongues of fire resting on their heads, people speaking in languages that were understood by others without benefit of Google Translate, new energy, new direction, renewed purpose and a novel way of being in the world, a way that would become known as Christian. It's all very exciting, even if it doesn't make you want to wave a red streamer.


But there is another story, one of several, which also speaks of the outpouring of this mysterious Spirit.  We heard this morning the Evangelist John offer us a rather different account. In his version, there's no waiting fifty days.  It's Easter day in the early evening and the disciples are gathered in Jerusalem in fear and confusion, with locked doors and locked hearts when suddenly Jesus is there with them. In a model of succinctness but with marvelous energy, Jesus twice greets his disciples with the word “Peace.”  He shows them his wounded hands and side as if to confirm his identity. And he breathes on them.  (I think most of you are aware that in both Hebrew and Greek, the word for breath is the same as the word for spirit, so there’s a lot at play here.) And then Jesus doesn’t simply invite them, but commands them: “Receive the Holy Spirit.”  And he sends them out to be agents of forgiveness and reconciliation in an unforgiving and alienated and alienating world.


These two stories are quite different, but they are not contradictory. In some ways they complement each other deeply. And which are we celebrating today…God breathing God’s spirit again into the clay that is Adam and you and me?  God overthrowing the linguistic confusion and pride of the Tower of Babel? I hope both, and perhaps many others as well.  We can have it both ways. Yet the question remains: who is this Spirit of which both stories speak?


Consider for a minute the possibility of looking at the wind or at breath. In a sense we can never do that except perhaps with very sophisticated scientific instruments or under certain unusual circumstances. In everyday life we don't look directly at wind or breath. At best what we look at are the effects of the wind and breath. We notice the fluttering of leaves on a tree or waves moving over grasslands or clouds scudding across the skies.  Perhaps we feel a cooling caress on our cheeks or hear a fierce howling.  Sometimes it’s the destructive effect of forceful winds uprooting trees or driving wildfires.  Or the mysterious scent of distant flowers or a decaying carcass or whatever. It's the wind, the air, the breath that brings us these. But it is not given for us to see the wind. We know it by its effects. I believe it is the same with the Holy Spirit.  As Jesus says in another context: “You will know them by their fruits.”


The spirit of God, the spirit of Jesus, that which/whom we call the Holy Spirit can't be apprehended directly, but we can see it and experience its effects. We see it in creative work around us. We see it in surprising reconciliation between and within people. We come to know it in a thousand little acts of love which punctuate world and our lives. And we celebrate it in the experience of human solidarity. St. Paul in that wonderful passage from his Letter to the Galatians offers a list of the fruits of the Spirit, extensive but by no means exhaustive:  love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, generosity, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control.  Paul adds: “Against such things there is no law.”  No indeed.  See these and while we are not directly seeing the Spirit, we are seeing the Spirit’s footprints. Become these, and we become Spirit bearers whatever our faith or family or lack thereof. 


We can’t, I’m afraid, define the Spirit or reduce Spirit to a concept or a category.  But we can rest assured that whenever and wherever God’s spirit is loosed upon the world, if these signs are present, there is God.  And we can be equally certain that God’s spirit does not act by anger, hatred, ignorance, rudeness, envy, exploitation, indignity or a multitude of other sad and destructive attitudes, habits or works which oppose and frustrate the Spirit of the living God.


On Pentecost, I often think of my experience as a child growing up in a Polish religious tradition. And among Poles, as among almost all the Slavic peoples, Pentecost is not much about red vestments. In fact, in Polish the name of the feast is Nieziela Zielone, that is to say, Green Sunday. And on that morning—terribly ecologically unsound but what did we know back then? —whole birch trees were cut down and set up at the doors of the church and around the altar and the pulpit. There was no mistaking it:  Pentecost was and is above all else a feast of life, a feast of new creation, a festival of new birth. Yes, this Slavic custom likely points back to a pre-Christian agricultural festival.  So, I might add, do the Jewish festivals of Passover and Shavous, the latter otherwise known as Pentecost among Greek-speaking Jews. It is a folk custom that speaks with an insight that begs to be emphasized. And that is that the Spirit of God, however we understand Spirit, is all about life, abundant life, fullness of life. And that God is on the side of life always: yesterday, today and forever.


Some of you may remember our late brother Roy Parker whose calligraphy was so beautifully done and so popular, and none more so than his simple work that quotes Irenaeus of Lyon, a second-century Bishop. It says simply: “The glory of God is the human person fully alive.” That, my friends, is Pentecost today and tomorrow. 


But remember there is a second line to this epigram from Bishop Irenaeus which is equally important: “…and that life consists in beholding God.”


May we each today catch some glimpse of God or God’s footprints, in the power and agency of the life-giving Spirit.  


And now, friends, perhaps it is time to pick up those red streamers and party.  Amen.