Sunday, February 27, 2022

Epiphany Last C - February 27, 2022

Holy Cross Monastery, West Park, NY

Br. Robert Leo Sevensky, OHC

Epiphany Last C - Sunday, February 27, 2022



On September 1,1939, under the orders of Adolf Hitler, the armies of the Third Reich invaded Poland, a neighboring independent, democratic state. The result of that military action was, of course, the Second World War in which somewhere between 70 and 85 million people perished, either directly in military action or its attendant upheavals. The war itself did not come to its conclusion until shortly after the dropping of a nuclear bomb on Hiroshima on Aug 6, 1945, which by a cruel irony was also the Feast of the Transfiguration.

On February 24, 2022, under the orders of Vladimir Putin, the armies of Russia invaded Ukraine, a neighboring independent, democratic state. Already we know that hundreds have lost their lives in this evil act of aggression, but where it leads, not only for the people of Ukraine but for the entire world, is still an open question. Threats of the use of nuclear arms have been made in recent days and the possibility of this war spreading into a worldwide conflict is not unimaginable. And this morning, by perhaps another cruel irony—or is it a consolation?—we are asked to consider these events in the light of the Christ’s Transfiguration, in the light of the divine glory revealed on the holy mountain to the chosen witnesses.

I'm not sure that this is a wise undertaking or even a possible one. I would much rather speak this morning about faces that are shining with God's love, such as Thomas Merton famously glimpsed at the corner of 4th and Walnut in Louisville KY and that you and I may have experienced in our own lives. Or I would speak of the conversation reported in today's gospel in which Jesus discusses his departure, that is his exodus, with Moses and Elijah, connecting it with the pivotal reading that we will hear seven weeks from this very morning at the Great Vigil of Easter, the story of the liberation of the children of the Hebrews out of slavery into freedom and their deliverance at the Red Sea. 

Unfortunately, these past weeks and the days leading up to Thursday have changed my focus and perhaps the focus of all of us. I seem to have become obsessed by the events unfolding in Ukraine: reacting with grief, outrage, sadness, even at times despair and frustrated by the inability or unwillingness of a wider world to intervene in ways that can effectively stop the violence and the brutality of warfare. Part of my obsession is due to my own personal, if distant, connection to Ukraine. At least three of my grandparents were born in areas of what is now Ukraine. My mother and her family were members of the Ukrainian Orthodox Church as were other relatives through marriage. Even my father and brother were officers in various Ukrainian-American social organizations in Northeastern Pennsylvania. This language, this culture, doesn't feel entirely foreign to me, even if I do not personally know anyone who is endangered.

But beyond this personal connection is the real and frightening reality of a profound change of our world order as we have known it at least since the end of the Second World War. In my lifetime not Korea, not the Cuban Missile Crisis, not the Vietnam War, or even the events of 9/11 seemed to hold the potential of such a toxic shift. I hope I'm not being alarmist, but no one in 1939 would have predicted the scale or the cost of the war that resulted from the invasion of Poland. Nor can we predict where this current incursion might lead.  Nor can we any longer simply dismiss this as posturing on the part of a troubled nationalist leader.

It is complicated, I know. I realize that no nation is going to send troops to aid Ukraine on the ground. No foreign nationals are likely to fly there to take up arms along with the civilian population, as writers and artists and others did in the Spanish Civil War. And even in our interconnected world, and maybe because of this very interconnection, countries are reluctant to do more than impose sanctions and perhaps provide arms. There is so much being written and broadcast now on this conundrum and the current situation that I feel I need say no more. But I would like this morning to venture some ‘faith based’ responses to this tragedy.

First, whatever our nationality or political stance, we are called to witness to what is going on. We cannot close our eyes to this evil action and its effects. This may be the first war where millions of civilians carry with them in their smart phones the possibility of documenting the most egregious and outrageous actions and sharing them with the world. And as painful as it is, we have some obligation to join in witness to what is going on. Witnessing is a profoundly spiritual act. 
Second, we are called to express solidarity with those who have been displaced, distressed, or destroyed…which is to say, to stand with those who have been attacked as well as with those who, for whatever reason, have been forced into the role of oppressor or who have paid the price for raising their voices in protest. That solidarity can be public or social. It can happen via some charitable outreach, which may be quite private or hidden but which addresses both human needs and human rights. Our solidarity must be felt and perhaps ‘telt.’ But above all it must be real.  Which is to say, we must take a stand in whatever way we can. 
Thirdly, we must face the enigma of war in all its horror through the eyes of our faith.  And this is no easy or simple thing to wrap our heads or hearts around. I share three quotes which may serve as a starting point. 
The first is from the Buddha as recorded in the Dhammapada (verse 5, trans. Eknath Easwaran): “Hatred can never put an end to hatred; love alone can.  This is an unalterable law.”
Second, listen to Jesus as he speaks to his disciples on the eve of his own death: “Put your sword back into its place; for all who take the sword will perish by the sword.” (Matt 25:52) And again: “Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called children of God.” (Matt 5:9)
Third, listen to conclusion of the lecture that Jimmy Carter gave on receiving the Nobel Peace Prize in 2002: “Ladies and gentlemen: war may sometimes be a necessary evil. But no matter how necessary, it is always an evil, never a good. We will not learn how to live together in peace by killing each other's children. The bond of our common humanity is stronger than the divisiveness of our fears and prejudices. God gives us the capacity for choice. We can choose to alleviate suffering. We can choose to work together for peace. We can make these changes—and we must.”
War…sometimes necessary, but always an evil, a tragedy, and never, ever a good in and of itself.  There we are.

So, what do we do?  Well, we pray. We pray because that’s what people of faith do.  And I firmly believe that somehow, in its mysterious way, our prayer opens for God ways to act in this world and in our hearts—including in the heart of our brother, Vladimir Putin—that might not otherwise have been possible had we not prayed.  I think our world is praying…with sighs too deep for words and tears too numerous to count; with moral resolve; in faith that the future is not closed, and that change can happen. And in the hope that transfiguration remains a real possibility for all of us. All of us. 

On Wednesday we begin our observance of Lent. As is so often the case, we don't get the Lent we think we want or need, one that's nicely prearranged by us with devotional readings for each day or with plans to give something up or take on something new that we've chosen, perhaps in consultation with a pastor or spiritual director.  No.  At least for this year, we get a different kind of Lent, one scarred by violence and the threat of large-scale destruction, marked by an uncertainty that rivals, or even surpasses, the fears of the pandemic that started two years ago, and that even at its outset elicits a sense of exhaustion, of weariness, perhaps even more than a hint of despair. 

None of this should surprise us of course. Today's gospel reading of the Transfiguration continues immediately with Jesus coming down from the mountain and being faced with human suffering in the person of a young boy possessed of a demon and in unbelief on the part of his disciples. Jesus’ mountain top experience didn't last very long. Neither does ours. But the story is not over. It's not over by a longshot.  

The Archbishop of Canterbury has invited churches in the Anglican Communion to devote themselves today to prayer for Ukraine and for peace and justice there. Pope Francis and other church leaders have asked that this intention be the focus of Ash Wednesday observances. And I think it likely that we will be praying about this for a long time. So let us begin now with the prayer which Archbishop Welby, along with Archbishop Cottrell, have supplied us.  Let us pray:

God of peace and justice, we pray for the people of Ukraine today. We pray for peace and the laying down of weapons. We pray for all those who fear for tomorrow, that your spirit of comfort would draw near to them. We pray for those with power over war and peace, for wisdom, discernment and compassion to guide their decisions. Above all, we pray for all your precious children, at risk and in fear, that you would hold and protect them. We pray in the name of Jesus, the Prince of peace. Amen. 

May it be so.

Sunday, February 20, 2022

Epiphany 7 C - February 20, 2022

Holy Cross Monastery, West Park, NY

Br. Josép Martinez-Cubero, OHC

Epiphany 7 C - Sunday, February 20, 2022



“Love you enemies.” A preacher once stood in front of the congregation and asked: “How many of you have many enemies?” A few people in the congregation raised their hand.” He then asked: “How many of you have just a few enemies?” This time many people raised their hand. So, he finally asked: “How many of you have no enemies?” He looked around and looked around, and finally, at the very back of the church, he saw a very old man raising his hand. Delighted, the preacher asked him to come forward, and the very old man slowly made his way to the front of the church. The preacher asked: “How old are you?” “I’m 98 years old and I have no enemies,” the old man replied. Amazed, the preacher said: “Oh this is such a blessing! What a wonderful Christian life you must lead. Please, tell us, how is it that you have no enemies?” The old man replied: “Damned bastards have all died.”

“Love your enemies.” To love our enemies, we must forgive them. And that is one of the theme of our lectionary readings today- forgiveness. In the reading from the Book of Genesis, Joseph forgives his older brothers for sending him into a lifetime of hardship: “Do not be distressed, or angry with yourselves because you sold me here; for God sent me before you to preserve life.” In his first epistle to the Corinthians, Paul writes about “seeds” that must die before new life can emerge. Those seeds surely include our resentments and wounds. We sow these “bare” and perishable seeds into the ground, and consent to “die” to everything that hinders new life, and trust that God will raise our dishonor and weakness into glory and power.

In the Gospel of Luke, Jesus continues his “Sermon on the Plain”: “Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who abuse you. If anyone strikes you on the cheek, offer the other also; and from anyone who takes away your coat do not withhold even your shirt.”  And again: “Be merciful, just as your Father is merciful.  Do not judge, and you will not be judged; do not condemn, and you will not be condemned.  Forgive, and you will be forgiven.”

How do we even begin to live up to this call without compromising our psychological and emotional well-being? I think the key is to have a very clear understanding of what forgiveness is, and what forgiveness is not. Forgiveness is not pretending that an offense doesn't matter, or that a wound doesn't hurt. Healing from a wound often takes time, and while forgiveness can be a one-way street, reconciliation is not. The reconciliation one may hope for after forgiving may not be possible. 

When I was thirteen years old, my alcoholic uncle (one of them) came into our home drunk, and got into an argument with my mother (who wanted him to leave). He became more and more agitated until, in my presence, he punched my mother in the face. I grabbed the biggest knife in our kitchen, and pointing it at him, backed him out of the house, telling him that if he didn’t leave, I would kill him. I spent many years feeling angry and resentful toward my uncle. That anger and resentment didn’t change him, but it affected me deeply in many areas of my life. By the grace of God, through my own conversion (and plenty of psychotherapy!) I was finally able to forgive him. I had to let go of my anger toward my uncle. I had to leave that scene that kept repeating in my head in the past and be done with it. I even wished the best for my uncle and prayed for him, that he would get sober, but because he never did, reconciliation was not possible. I didn’t want him in my life. I knew that having him in my life while still a drunk would have kept me connected to that horrible, violent scene I witnessed against my mother when I was thirteen. It would have compromised my psychological and emotional well-being. Sometimes we must sever ties with our offenders, even if we have forgiven them. Forgiveness is not cheap.

Forgiveness is also a process that is often messy. And no one who struggles to forgive for reasons of temperament, circumstance, or trauma should feel or should be made to feel that they're less holy, spiritual, or good than those who don't struggle with the whole process of forgiveness. Let us remember that in the Hebrew Scripture story, Joseph wrestles with a strong desire to scare and shame his brothers, and actually does, before he finally, slowly and painfully comes to the point that he can forgive them. Forgiveness can sometimes feel like going up a spiral staircase, circling and circling in order to create distance between the pain we’ve suffered and the new life we seek. 

But we must arrive at forgiveness, for our own sake. There is a well-known saying with many versions, attributed to many people from Saint Augustine and the Buddha to Nelson Mandela and Anne Lamott, so who knows who really said it or wrote it, but the version I know goes like this: “Holding onto a resentment is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die.” If I'm consumed with my own pain, if I insist on making my well-deserved resentment into a weapon that I use in every interaction I have with the person who hurt me, then I'm drinking poison, and the poison is killing me, not the person who wronged me. To choose forgiveness is to release myself from the tyranny of bitterness, and to refuse the lie that revenge is sweet. After all, we all know that what’s sweet is not necessarily good for us.

In the words of Maya Angelou: “Forgiveness is one of the greatest gifts you can give yourself. Forgive everybody. You are relieved of carrying that burden of resentment.” “I mean having enough courage to stand up and say, 'I forgive. I'm finished with it.'" 

The act that hurt us might always be with us, but forgiveness can lessen its grip on us and help free us from the control of the person who harmed us. Forgiveness can even lead to feelings of empathy and compassion for the one who hurt us. It can lead us to see the better self of that person that God created them to be, even if they themselves are not able to find it. 

So the work of forgiveness is some of the hardest and, also, some of the most important work we can do for ourselves and for the world. May we taste the full measure of the freedom that awaits us when we choose to forgive. ¡Que así sea, en el nombre del Padre, del Hijo y del Espíritu Santo!

Amen+

Sunday, February 13, 2022

Epiphany 6 C - February 13, 2022

Holy Cross Monastery, West Park, NY

Br. Randy Greve, OHC

Epiphany 6 C - Sunday, February 13, 2022



The season of Epiphany begins with watching. In the first few weeks of the season the Gospels narrate the history of the mighty acts of God in Christ for our sake - the visit of the Magi, the Baptism of the Lord, the first sign of Jesus changing water to wine, the call of the disciples.  As listeners, we are drawn back into these ancient mysteries, events that both illuminate Christ's identity and fill it with the air of mystery and wonder.  

The invitation to us in those weeks is to attend, imagine, and ponder.  Those are beautiful and important responses to those kinds of stories. The temptation is that we are lulled into becoming mere spectators, safe in an abstract distance from the events which seem not to have much to say to our lives directly.  Even as Jesus begins his ministry, we are still observers in the narrative as Jesus upbraids the hard-hearted hearers in the synagogue about their disdain for Gentiles and admire from a distance the boldness of the first disciples who saw miracles and were moved to leave everything and follow.

Today the narrative camera lens shifts. We have heard the various reactions to the coming of the Messiah - from angels, Mary, Joseph, Simeon, Anna, disciples, and even demons.  There is a term in acting called “breaking the fourth wall”.  The fourth wall is broken when the actor addresses or looks at the audience or the camera.  It can be an unnerving moment for the audience or viewer because our assumptions about a boundary between performer and spectator is crossed and we are suddenly participants.  I remember the effect of this technique on me while watching two movies about Jesus.  Franco Zeffirelli’s “Jesus of Nazareth” ends with the Great Commission and Jesus looking directly into the camera at the words “Don’t be afraid. I am with you every day, ‘till the end of time.”  And in Mel Gibson’s “The Passion of the Christ”, Mary Magdalene, cradling the dead Christ at the foot of the cross, her face streaked with dirt and tears, stares into the camera with eyes which have had their hope wrung out of them.  So today’s reading is the startling experience of suddenly being seen, of no longer gazing at events outside ourselves, but being addressed directly.
  
Having captured our attention, Jesus will surely announce some grand solution to the crushing injustice and oppression of his day or at least give us some easy and practical advice for living a happy life. If that is the kind of oracle we are waiting for, we will be waiting for a long time.  Instead, what Jesus does is describe the way things actually are.  Not how they appear to be, not how we have been taught to interpret things, but how they really are.  He states that the assumptions, the givens, by which the culture of his day operated - that the rich were blessed by God and the poor have been made poor by God - is not true. It is possible to be materially poor, but in fact be blessed and filled.  It is possible to be materially rich and filled, but in fact be poor and empty.  Appearances can be, and often are, deceptive and deceiving. Do not build a theology on how you want things to be, Jesus says, it leads to nothing but trouble. 

As the Lord begins to describe kingdom life and to invite us into its paradoxical life-is-death and death-is-life world, he must help the crowds, disciples - us - to be liberated from our attachment to labels of identity and value that choke the growth of the seed of the kingdom in our hearts.  These labels limit the possibility of something new and surprising, of a world that actually changes, of discovering our cherished beliefs about ourselves and our neighbors are inadequate.  Jesus announces that the unimaginable has indeed come - open your perception and welcome it in.

The reading is not asking us to align with the blessed for joy and fullness and avoid the “woes” that portend danger and suffering.  This is prophetic speech that is much deeper than mere moral reform or trying to be better people.  Jesus is speaking to the very nature of a social system that has organized itself and labeled each other along a metric of worthy and unworthy, welcomed and excluded, blessed and forsaken.  This system was created and perpetuated because the implications of covenant life were too good to be true. Rather than choose to live in trust and neighborliness, celebration and welcome, it was easier, safer, more understandable and controllable, to classify and rate each other on their cleanness and conformity to the rules.  Jesus is moving beyond speaking to the poor as poor and the rich as rich, but unraveling and exposing as empty, unjust, and evil the very nature of the categories themselves.  The poor who have the kingdom are no longer poor. The rich who no longer have riches are no longer rich. What are they if they cannot play their part, fit into their box any longer because it is not only meaningless, but gone.  

It is in exactly the moment when we do not know who we are anymore and do not know what is right that we are most ready to enter a trust in Jesus that is beyond appearances, better than the ways we have defined ourselves, certain whatever the circumstances that come our way.  Trusting God does not always spring from what we know what we do not know. It is rooted and grows in the unsettling discomfort of the realization that our thoughts about God are not God - our thoughts about ourselves are not ourselves.  How could Jesus possibly communicate the kingdom to the poor and hungry who did not believe they were worthy of God’s favor and to the rich and comfortable who believed they already had it?  Expose the ridiculousness of the system, upend the agreements, cross the boundaries, model and point to a way of being so much better and more beautiful and more amazing than can be imagined and then insist that it is true and possible and invites Jew, Gentile, men, women, slave, free, rich, poor, hungry, full - all of them - and all of us.

So, my fellow fourth-wall dwellers. We are in the story now. What is, how things are, what is true, has been unveiled and named for us. Now we blessed poor and hungry, who in the kingdom are rich and filled in the very act of knowing we are dependent on God and everything is a gift, get to be unsettled and uncomfortable together - thanks be to God! Thanks be to God that the barriers and divisions we thought defined and ordered our world and which we love so much are not real, appearances are not reality.  If we recoil from trusting the author of this mysterious truth, big trouble awaits us. Lies are weights on our ankles as we traverse the waters of life and we will sink into the dark abyss all the while claiming we know, we are right.  But that need not ever be so as long as our hope is fixed on the source of our identity - the very one who made us and loves us.  In that assurance we are ready to see ourselves and one another as we really are - brother, sister, beloved. 

Amen.