Sunday, December 27, 2009

RCL - Christmas I C - 27 Dec 2009

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Holy Cross Monastery, West Park, NY
Br. Adam McCoy, OHC
RCL - Christmas I - Sunday 27 Dec 2009


Isaiah 61:10-62:3
Galatians 3:23-25;4:4-7
John 1:1-18


In the year 627, Edwin, the Anglo-Saxon King of Northumbria, that is to say, the land on the eastern side of Britain north of the River Humber and stretching into what is now southern Scotland, called a meeting of his advisors. They met in the sort of hall you may remember from Beowulf: a large wooden structure that served for official ceremonies, eating, mead-drinking, giving gifts and telling stories and singing long narrative poems and boasting and carousing and sleeping. The gables were open at either end, for fresh air, and so were the doors on either side, and there was a roaring fire for heat. Edwin had called this meeting because he had decided to become a Christian and needed to carry his kingdom along with him. The counselors could see which way the wind was blowing. Counselors always do. They were in favor.

According to the account by the Venerable Bede in his Ecclesiastical History of the English People, as the king’s counselors spoke they gave two main reasons why Christianity might be better than what they had been practicing (HE II.13). The first, given by the chief pagan priest, is that the cults he had been practicing just didn’t work very well, at least for him:

“None of your people has applied himself more diligently to the worship of our gods than I; and yet there are many who receive greater favours from you, and are more preferred than I, and are more prosperous in all their undertakings. Now if the gods were good for any thing, they would rather forward me, who have been more careful to serve them. It remains, therefore, that if upon examination you find those new doctrines, which are now preached to us, better and more efficacious, we immediately receive them without any delay.”

This motivation is not unknown among religious professionals in any age.

But the second reason is what detains me this morning. A more thoughtful thane stood up and made what is perhaps the classic conversion speech in our tradition:

"The present life of man, O king, seems to me, in comparison of that time which is unknown to us, like to the swift flight of a sparrow through the room wherein you sit at supper in winter, with your commanders and ministers, and a good fire in the midst, whilst the storms of rain and snow prevail abroad; the sparrow, I say, flying in at one door, and immediately out at another, whilst he is within, is safe from the wintry storm; but after a short space of fair weather, he immediately vanishes out of your sight, into the dark winter from which he had emerged. So this life of man appears for a short space, but of what went before, or what is to follow, we are utterly ignorant. If, therefore, this new doctrine contains something more certain, it seems justly to deserve to be followed."

Bede was a pretty sophisticated theologian, and here we can detect, in narrative form, the two main reasons why people in his age, or indeed, in any age, might consider changing their religion: power and knowledge. Natural human religion always looks to the divine for benefit: health, prosperity, victory in war, safety in childbirth, some exemption from the disasters always attendant on human life, a little glory. That is what Edwin’s religious professional wants. Considered as bargaining with God, this is fairly low on the scale of praiseworthy motivation. But is it such an awful thing for people to do, considering how fragile life can be?

But the thoughtful thane has deeper questions: That heart-stopping image of the sparrow flying through the hall is in fact our own life. What can we know of the world we have been put into? The part we see at least can be lit and warm, and we can describe it in our own language and our own terms of reference. But what about the eternities of time before and after us? What about what we cannot see? We don’t have concepts, let alone words, adequate for them.

For people with such questions, the narrative of the life of Christ is not going to be enough. And that is why the Church in her wisdom has placed the prologue of the Gospel of John on the Sunday which falls between Christmas and Epiphany, between the sweet stories of the manger, the animals, and the shepherds at one end and the wise men and their gifts at the other. For some, the stories will suffice. But for others, the question remains: What does this child, this person, mean?

John’s language is about as far from Edwin’s mead-hall as you can get, and yet the questions it addresses are the very questions that the bright thane raised: What came before us? What will come after us? What is the nature of the world? What is the light we sparrows rejoice so briefly in? And in precise, philosophical Greek, John tells us:

“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things came into being through him, and without him not one thing came into being. What has come into being in him was life, and the life was the light of all people. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not overcome it.”

The thane’s questions are our questions: So much of the world is unknown to us, dark, inaccessible to our present experience. Is that world a problem? Is it of God or is it alien? Should we be afraid of it?

John’s answer is No. Everything that is, is of God, because it came into being through the Word of God, and so it was, is and always will be formed in its very essence by the Word. There is darkness, but it cannot overcome the light, which is always shining. The light of God will always show the way. The Word of God was, is and always will be the forming element of reality.

We live in an age when even what we think we see is something else, when light itself, and the act of seeing and comprehending are beginning to be understood in utterly new ways, when the human will is itself increasingly coming under scientific scrutiny, when biochemistry and new paradigms of physics and genetic determinism and brain sciences daily open new vistas to us about the world, and about ourselves. We are not what we thought we were. And so where there seemed to be light it seems there may be a new darkness. As we come to a better understanding of the immensity of the universe in its unimaginably vast distances, and as we come to understand more and more the infinitely intricate complexities of the subatomic particle worlds of which the least part of us is made, we may stand with that thoughtful thane and ask, Can this faith help us to know?

We know more and more. Human knowledge increases day by day. Does each new discovery push God farther and farther from the center? This is in fact the question John addresses, forthrightly and at the very beginning of his Gospel. What is, is of God. Every truthful understanding is an understanding in and of the Word because the very universe itself is in and of the Word. Far from being alien to God, the universe is God’s project, grounded in the Word through which it was made. The progress of knowledge is holiness because it brings us closer to the Word of God. And that Word is no mere abstraction, but is also one of us, in whose words and deeds we may find the incarnate Word itself.

It is probably no accident that Bede’s last scholarly act, still in progress on his deathbed, was a translation of the Gospel of John into Anglo Saxon. He died, after all, only 108 years after that thoughtful thane, the ancestor in the faith of so many adult questioners in our tradition, made his unforgettable speech. Bede knew what that thane needed, and those like him, those intelligent Christian seekers for ages to come. Praise God for them. Praise God for the Word of creation. Praise God for the Word made flesh.

Friday, December 25, 2009

RCL - Christmas - 24 Dec 2009

Holy Cross Monastery, West Park, NY
Br. Scott Wesley Borden, OHC
RCL - Christmas – Thursday 24 December 2009

2 Samuel 23:1-7
Revelation 1:4b-8
John 18:33-37


Tonight we celebrate not one, but two great holidays... one of them is called Christmas. And the other is called... Christmas. Its convenient, but perhaps a little confusing that both should have the same name...

There is Sacred Christmas in which we celebrate the incarnation of God in human flesh, Emanuel, God with us.

And there is Secular Christmas in which we celebrate warm feelings which we mark with extravagant gifts.

Secular Christmas takes many cues from Sacred Christmas - which is probably good. Perhaps the greatest of these is the period of anticipation leading up to the event.

Sacred Christmas has Advent - which starts, coincidentally, shortly after Thanksgiving. And Secular Christmas has the aptly named period of anticipation called “shopping days until Christmas.” For the traditional, this period also starts shortly after Thanksgiving - the very next day in fact. There are some revisionists who now start this period the day after Halloween, and some radicals who start their “shopping days until Christmas” on the day after Labor Day. But we will not speak of them...

Christmas, sacred and secular, is so important that we need an anticipation period to prepare.

I’m not enough of a Scrooge to think Secular Christmas is bad or evil. Capitalism can’t work if capital doesn’t move around - and gift giving is surely one of the more benign ways to get capital flowing. Secular Christmas plays a vital role in our economy. Gifts bring joy to many. And a healthy economy brings comfort to many more. These are good things.

Like sacred Christmas, secular Christmas has a gospel. The Gospel of Secular Christmas is a bit less evolved than that of sacred Christmas. It fits neatly on a Hallmark Card. It’s a simple message - “We Should Feel Good.” It is a message of pure sentimentality. Its nice. Its sweet. Its warm and fuzzy. In fact, the fuzzier the message, the warmer it makes us feel.

Its fine for Secular Christmas to borrow stuff from the sacred event. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.

But when Secular Christmas begins to inform the way we think of Sacred Christmas, then we are in trouble.

Hallmark sentiments are lovely, but they are not the Gospel. Wide-screen, flat panel televisions may bring entertainment into our homes, but they really won’t shine light in a darkened world. Jesus was, and is, many things, but sweetly sentimental is not one of them.

Sacred Christmas is not, ultimately, a “feel good” event.

The interaction with angels in the Gospels has been catching my ear these past few weeks. For example, the shepherds, abiding in their fields... The angels appear and the first words are “fear not.” This is the standard way angelic encounters to start.

I’ve generally accepted the notion that the angels must be a bit frightening, hence a natural fear response. But this year what has struck me is that the fear might come from a different place.

Imagine you’re driving up the Thruway - perhaps in a hurry... perhaps moving along at about 85 miles an hour... Then the flashing lights appear in your mirror. You pull over, pulse rising... the officer walks up to your window and the first words are “fear not...”

Or a couple of young teenagers home alone for an evening... First they mess up the kitchen, then the living room, and then perhaps they invade the family liquor cabinet... and then, earlier than anticipated, headlights appear in the driveway, steps to the front door, and in walk mom and dad... and the first words are “fear not...”

But there was good reason to be fearful.

The people who sit in darkness have seen a great light - Jesus comes to bring light into our darkened world. And perhaps we have some reasons to be fearful...

Sitting in darkness isn’t always a bad thing - it can be very comfortable... very familiar. The intimate darkness of a bar, for example, coupled with the gentle haze of a few drinks makes things seem pretty good. But when its closing time and the lights come on you see how dirty the place is, how decrepit its appointments, how pitiful its denizens... the comfort flees away.

The people who sit in darkness may not, after all, mind sitting in darkness all that much... they may be accustomed to is... they may even be up to no good. The clear, unflattering, unforgiving light of day may not be all that welcome. The people who sit in darkness includes us... includes me.

The light of Jesus coming into our world will not make us feel all warm and fuzzy. The light of Jesus exposes things that darkness has kept out of sight. The coming of the light is the end, not the beginning, of the party.

Fear not...

A short while from now during the Eucharist we’ll have an anthem - a setting of Christina Rossetti’s wonderful poem: “Love came down at Christmas.” Its possible to hear this as a very sweet, sentimental song, but if you really attend to it, it’s much more than sentimental.

In one verse of this poem Rossetti asks “worship we our Jesus, but wherewith for sacred sign?” In other words what will our worship of Jesus look like? What will it be?

And she answers the question so beautifully: “Love shall be our token.” By our love we shall be known as followers of Jesus.

James Otis Sargent Huntington tells us that love must act. And Martin Luther King tells us that justice is the calculation of love. Love must act by making justice.

This love which comes to us tonight, this incarnation, this Emmanuel, this Godly in-breaking is as real now as it has ever been and ever will be. When you come to receive the Eucharist hold in your heart that you are truly receiving the love of God incarnate. It truly becomes part of you.

As the light of God’s love shines in our darkened world it will reveal ugly truths. We tolerate a great deal of injustice. This is, as Dr King tells us, revolution against God’s love.

We accept as normal that the mentally ill will often be homeless and living on the streets. We accept as normal that some people in our country will become sick and die because they can not afford basic medical care. We accept as normal that some in our own land will go hungry, some will live with the danger of crime and violence always about them, some will be beaten and abused. We accept as normal that we can foul all of God’s creation.

We can all add to this list. And I ask that during the prayers of the people you hold in your heart the ordinary injustice that we allow to be normal.

We sit in darkness. And Secular Christmas tells us that its OK... that we should feel good - and it offers us many diversions to make us feel happy.

But Emmanuel, God with us, calls to us. God’s perfect love will transform us. In the name of that love we have to act. In the name of God’s love we must work for God’s justice. In the name of God’s love we have to be instruments of God’s peace.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Feast of James Otis Sargent Huntington - 25 Nov 2009

Holy Cross Monastery, West Park, NY
Br. James Randall Greve, OHC
Feast of James Otis Sargent Huntington
Wednesday 25 November 2009

Galatians 6:14-18
John 6:34-38


From the Galatians reading - For neither circumcision nor uncircumcision is anything; but a new creation is everything! . The Message Bible puts it this way: “Can't you see the central issue in all this? It is not what you and I do – submit to circumcision, reject circumcision. It is what God is doing, and he is creating something totally new, a free life!

Is God in fact creating something totally new? In us? Here, now? On this day when we commemorate our Founder we engage in the important work of looking back - to what is past, what is old - in hopes of becoming prepared for and open to what is new. Fr. Huntington went where there was no path and left a trail and so we pause to remember what a bold risk, what a culturally and ecclesiastically subversive thing he was doing and we pray for a bit of his spirit to fall on us and cover us. Today is not just about the past but is also a moment to look in the mirror, and then look forward to the possibilities of the future.

Not plans for this or that building but to the question of what kind of men are we called to become? What new creation is yet to be sprouted up in us? This day is an opportunity to remember that the call and vision that began 125 years ago today is an event that lives in us and with us. Each of us in the Order of the Holy Cross chooses to found the Order every day by our living out the Gospel through our Rules, our love for God and our neighbor, and our willingness to continue to be grounded in good soil for growth for ourselves and the Order. With the words from the service of Life Profession still fresh in my mind and heart, I am impressed with the emphasis on decision and will within that and other rites of passage within our life. “What do you seek?” (Are you sure? Do you really?) The call is something that happens to us – that is God's free gift to us, the decision is what we do with the call, how we respond to God's gift, every single day.

St. Paul's message to the bickering church in Galatia, harassed by the Judaizers who were putting conditions on salvation, is as relevant to us as today as in the first century: The apostle is saying: “You must keep choosing freedom, deciding for the truth, defending the Gospel against those who would attach an asterisk and small print “some restrictions may apply”. They knew the Gospel at one time but they were bewitched, lulled, seduced away from Jesus to “Jesus and”, the root of every heresy.

A new creation, not a new version of the old creation, is everything. Living the new creation means being vigilant, purifying our hearts, not sliding into the old life of the past. The truth doesn't just happen, the founding of the Order didn't just happen, the ongoing life of prayer and service doesn't just happen – faithful monks from the founder to today have day by day stood up and let their “yes” be “yes” and their “no” be “no”, took stands, made sacrifices so that we could pursue new life within the call of the monastic life.

I was reminded of the importance of decision through a recent encounter. The conversation didn't follow the script. I was in the bookstore a few weeks ago on a particularly quiet weekday when a couple who had driven down to explore the monastery came into the store. Now some visitors will quietly browse and others will be full of questions, most of which I've been asked a hundred times before but am glad to answer as they are an important part of the ritual of hospitality. But this was different.

After chatting a bit about the monastery, the man asked me “When did you decide to become a Christian?”- not an Episcopalian, or a monk – two of my more well-rehearsed little stories, but a Christian. I remember thinking in a flash “I'm a monk, I'm supposed to know this!” Without missing very much of a beat I heard myself say “This morning when I woke up.” The reaction was a quizzical but thoughtful expression and the encounter was practically over – nothing much more was said. Just as I didn't expect that question, he didn't expect that answer and it seemed to have left him without want or need of reply.

“When did you decide to become a Christian?” Something about his use of the word decide hung in the air and has stuck with me. It's just not something I believe I've ever been asked before but the question and the answer exchanged that day are important. Decide is an active, intentional word. I've mostly thought of my Christian commitment as something I've been compelled to be and do, caught or swept up into rather than a decision as such – total reliance on grace - more Augustine, less Pelagius. I thought later about my answer and the other possible and equally valid answers I could have given.

Did my conversion happen when I was baptized as an infant at St. Jerome Catholic Church? When I went with my friends to Clay Road Baptist Church and asked Jesus into my heart when I was eight? Was it through the community at West Oaks Baptist Church in the early 80s or standing at my father's hospital bedside as he recovered from two gunshot wounds that almost killed him? Was it the decision to attend Houston Baptist University or Southern Baptist Theological Seminary? Was it when I decided somewhat on a whim after having left seminary to slip into St. James Episcopal Church on a Wednesday night in Lent in 1992?

I could make the case that decision was going on when I was received into the Episcopal Church, when I responded to calls to ministry at different parishes, when I began to explore monastic life, my entry into this community, my clothing, my profession. What about the thousands of days between those moments, in the day to day grind of just doing life?Could I have decided this morning in the quiet moments before sunrise? Could my original answer have in fact been true? What if every day is when I decide to become a Christian? What if deciding to be a Christian today allows me to decide that more fully and deeply tomorrow?

New creation sounds great and if I asked you “Do you want to be made into a new creation in Christ?” most of us would say “Let's do it!” But the nitty gritty of change, the day to day-ness of working out our salvation, is hard, tough stuff as we all know. In fits of honesty we realize we don't always want what we say we want – the illusory short cuts, the quick fixes are at times too tempting when faced with the long, hard slog of transformation. Being stretched, taking risk, giving up the safety and security of what I know for another land is not easy, but it is worth it.

It is worth it because a new creation is everything and because the alternative is far, far harder and more dangerous – a smug, isolated, comfortable deadness – dead seeds on dead soil. There is no third option – it's either stewing in the juices of our own selfishness or pressing on every day for new life. So we are on the hook, trapped in a land without a no man's land, wonderfully tricked by God into waking up and making a decision. A monk is a sign of paradox – the paradox of the blessedness of sacrifice and the abundance of self-denial.

A monk dares to say “no” to everything dead, everything illusory, everything transitory, everything that obscures our new life. A monk stands up and points to the lies and says “neither circumcision nor uncircumcision is anything”, counts it as nothing and casts it all aside in order to experience the freedom of the free gift of God's grace – a new creation is everything. The German theologian and martyr Dietrich Bonhoeffer said in The Cost of Discipleship that the one central and unavoidable question of Christianity is not “Are you willing to die?” but “Which kind of death are you going to die?” Or, as Robert Zimmerman, better known as Bob Dylan, says in the famous song, “You gotta serve somebody”.

What followed from this day in 1884 for James Otis Sargent Huntington? 18,462 days of getting out of bed and deciding to become a Christian, saying “yes” to conversion, new life, new creation. Over fifty years of praying, leading, preaching, raising money, moving, then moving again until his last words were “I will always intercede!” and then he died on June 29, 1935.


A new creation is everything. Fr. Huntington believed that, staked his life on it. He proved it to be true and proved God faithful. Let us become men of new creation - open, expectant, hopeful, real – now, today, tomorrow, the next day, the day after that, the day after that. May the thousands of days that are past grant us their gift of wisdom and love. May the days that lie ahead grant us their gift of deepening love and hope. May we have the grace and will to follow the path shown us and cleared for us by St. Benedict, Fr. Huntington, and the whole company of heaven joined in the praise of Christ. Amen.