Wednesday, June 29, 2022

St. Peter and St. Paul - June 29, 2022

Holy Cross Monastery, West Park, NY

Fr. Matthew Wright

Saint Peter and Saint Paul - June 29, 2022





From the Gospel of Luke: “…they seized [Jesus] and led him away, bringing him into the high priest’s house. But Peter was following at a distance. When they had kindled a fire in the middle of the courtyard and sat down together, Peter sat among them. Then a servant-girl, seeing him in the firelight, stared at him and said, ‘This man also was with him.’ But he denied it, saying, ‘Woman, I do not know him.’” And then after another denial, and while still in the midst of a third, we’re told, “At that moment, while he was still speaking, the cock crowed. The Lord turned and looked at Peter. Then Peter remembered… how he had said to him, ‘Before the cock crows today, you will deny me three times.’ And he went out and wept bitterly.” (Luke 22:54-62)

And from the Acts of the Apostles: “[The people] became enraged and ground their teeth at Stephen… and with a loud shout all rushed together against him. Then they dragged him out of the city and began to stone him; and the witnesses laid their coats at the feet of a young man named Saul. […] And Saul approved of their killing him.” (Acts 7:54-8:1)
These are, of course, accounts of Peter’s denial of Christ and of Paul’s participation in the violent persecution of the early Jesus movement. Peter and Paul, whom we celebrate today, were not always Saints Peter and Paul. One was a very poor example of discipleship, and the other was opposed to that discipleship entirely. This gives me hope, because together, these two men, who were once enemies, with the help of the Holy Spirit birthed one of the most radically inclusive spiritual visions our world has ever seen.
If I asked you, “Why are you here this morning?” there would be lots of ways we could each answer that question. “Because, as a child, a seed of faith was planted in my heart by my grandmother.” Or, “Because once, when I hit rock bottom, I was desperate and I wondered into a church.” We would all have different answers, and more than one answer, to that question. But one answer that is true for everyone here is, “We are here, all of us, because of Sts. Peter and Paul”—and not because it’s their feast day, but because of their work for the Gospel, and particularly because of the way each of them broke open, and were broken open by, the Gospel.
Peter and Paul, both of them Jewish followers of Jesus, a Jewish rabbi—both of these men had their hearts broken open to a universal vision—a Gospel that transcended race, ethnicity, and even religious boundaries, welcoming Gentiles (and therefore most or maybe all of us in this room) into the fold. It was Paul who wrote, “There is neither Jew nor Gentile, neither slave nor free, nor is there male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus" (Gal. 3:28).
These are words that cut right to the heart of the three primary categories that human beings use to divide ourselves—race, class, and gender or sexuality. Human beings are always forming hierarchies along these lines—Jew and Greek, slave and free, male and female; race, class, and sex. And Paul saw in all this—although not at first, only after he was shattered by Christ—the way the world assigns value based on either/or, us and them, in and out. We define our worth over and against someone else’s. “If they have worth equal to mine, if God loves them as much as God loves me, then my worth is diminished.”
These categories of division, separation, and hierarchy were deeply ingrained in the world that Peter and Paul moved in (and they are deeply ingrained in our world still today). The Greek philosopher Thales, who lived in the third century before Jesus, is remembered as thanking the gods for three things: “First, that I was born a human being and not one of the brutes [which was a way of referring to slaves]; next, that I was born a man and not a woman; thirdly, a Greek and not a barbarian.”
From the same time period, we also have a record of the following Jewish prayer, attributed to Rabbi Judah: “There are three blessings one must pray daily: Blessed art thou, who did not make me a Gentile; Blessed art thou, who did not make me a woman; Blessed art thou who did not make me uneducated.” Race, gender, class.
These divisions were so taken for granted that it’s astounding that the early Jesus movement said No; in Christ these hierarchies are abolished. In the kingdom of God, we are all of equal rank and value. The community we form in the way of Jesus will not play by these rules. Jesus has shattered all of that. It’s difficult for us to get our minds around just how radical this was. These words weren’t written during the civil rights movement of the 1950s and 60s; they weren’t written during the women’s liberation movement of the 1970s; they weren’t written during the fight for LGBTQ equality in the 90s or now. They were written as our Christian charter 2,000 years ago—and we’re still trying to catch up with them.
Paul didn’t come by this vision easily. He underwent a sudden, blinding encounter with the Light of Christ that broke open his heart and rearranged his mind. And Peter, who walked with Jesus in his earthly life and ministry, struggled initially with this inclusive vision. We see Jesus, throughout the Gospels, working to break his disciples out of dualistic, “us vs. them” thinking. He uses outsiders like Samaritans and Romans—that is, heretics and pagans—as models of faith. He tells the story of the Good Samaritan—a Samaritan, who fell outside of Jewish orthodoxy—and says of a pagan Roman, “I tell you, not even in Israel have I found such faith” (Luke 7:9)—that is, “not even in my own religious tradition.” And neither story ends with either the Samaritan or the Roman converting to orthodox Judaism! And still Jesus points to them, telling us to look for the holy outside of boxes and boundaries.
But the full implications of this still had to be worked out in the early Jesus movement, and when Paul pushed to draw the circle wider to welcome in Gentiles who had not already converted to Judaism, Peter resisted such a wildly inclusive approach. Peter and Paul disagreed with each other vehemently, and Paul even writes in his Letter to the Galatians that “I opposed Peter to his face” (2:11)! But Scripture tells us that, in a trance, Peter received a vision telling him to go against his own religious training and eat with “unclean” Gentiles. He would later report to his companions, “The Spirit told me to go with them and not to make a distinction between them and us” (see Acts 11:1-18). In Christ, there can be no “them and us.”
Peter and Paul came to support each other in this new vision of radical inclusion, reconciling their hearts and visions, and in the Second Letter of Peter we find Paul referred to as “our beloved brother.” The fact that they are celebrated with a combined feast day is especially poignant. They show us that even enemies, even the most polarized people, with a little help from the Holy Spirit, can become the dearest of friends. We need that witness at this deeply polarized moment in our country and our world. Peter and Paul show us that one who persecuted a movement, and another who opposed inclusion in the same movement, can together become apostles of a love that transcends fear and boundaries.
Across the United States and the Episcopal Church we have been celebrating LGBTQ Pride month, and as many of you may know, it was fifty-three years ago yesterday, July 28 th , very early in the morning in Greenwich Village, that an uprising began. In the midst of a violent police raid on the gay community, a black trans woman, Marsha P. Johnson, resisted. The relationship between violence and movements of liberation is complicated, and I don’t want to go there now, but let’s just say that Marsha P. Johnson said, “No. You will not define my value and dignity over and against your own. I belong, we belong.” Others joined her in that resistance, and the modern movement for LGBTQ rights was born.
That current of justice and inclusion is not separate from Gospel vision that broke open Peter and Paul’s hearts. And Marsha P. Johnson’s reality as a queer person of color, as a trans woman, reminds us that our liberation, that the Gospel itself, is always intersectional—we are all bound up together. Women’s rights are not separate from the rights of people of color are not separate from the rights of LGBTQ lives are not separate from the rights of indigenous communities.
As Dr. King reminds us, summing up the essence of this dimension of the Gospel, “Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly affects all indirectly.” Or in the words of St. Paul, “all of you are one in Christ Jesus,” and in the words of St. Peter, “The Spirit told me… not to make a distinction between them and us.”
How do we continue to translate this movement of Gospel inclusion into our own time? How do we continue drawing the circle wider, softening our divided and polarized hearts? We might begin by meditating on the icon of Peter and Paul you saw as you entered the church—two enemies, now embracing and kissing as brothers and friends. How did they achieve this? Well, for one thing, they listened to each other. Each was willing to say, “I was wrong,” and to have their hearts opened to new insight and understanding. And each was willing to die for the vision of Gospel inclusion they grew together, and each of them did. In these divided times, St. Peter and St. Paul, pray for us. Help us to carry the Gospel vision of justice, inclusion, and love further in our world, and ever more fully and deeply in our hearts. Amen.

Sunday, June 26, 2022

Proper 8 C - June 26, 2022

Holy Cross Monastery, West Park, NY

Br. Robert James Magliula, OHC

Pentecost, Proper 8 C - June 26, 2022




In today’s gospel, Jesus sets his face toward Jerusalem. That’s a great phrase for single-mindedness. Jesus knows where he is going. He’s kingdom-bound and kingdom-driven. This gospel shines a light on the conflicts we experience and the ways in which our loyalties are torn and pulled in different directions. It reveals our divided hearts and broken relationships. It names the reality that we, like James and John, are often quick to want to call down fire from heaven to consume those who oppose or reject us.
For Jesus, Jerusalem is about healing and wholeness, mercy and forgiveness, peace, the dignity and holiness of all humanity, reconciliation with God and each other, overcoming death, and life fully lived. Jerusalem is about God’s dream for our life revealed in the person of Jesus Christ. In that regard, Jerusalem is a place of hope, fulfillment, and new life. We all have a Jerusalem---- values that guide and describe our life, values by which we live and for which we die. We all set our faces to go in a particular direction. What is your Jerusalem? In what direction is your face set? What drives you? What keeps you going when life is hard or lonely or overwhelming? Setting our face to go to Jesus’ Jerusalem is about becoming our best and truest selves, about living as if we believe that we are loved unconditionally and that there is nothing that we can do to earn God’s love. I think what matters most is not so much how we love God, but how we receive God’s love for us. My experience of Jesus’ Jerusalem is that it often eludes me and always challenges my priorities, beliefs, decisions, actions, and relationships. It usually asks me more questions than it answers. I suspect that is true for us all to some degree. How does our Jerusalem compare with Jesus’ Jerusalem?
Those questions are highlighted in the second part of our Gospel which is composed of a series of encounters in which the sincerity and faith of potential followers are put to the test. All things in this world are gifts of God, given to us so that we can know God more easily and love God and others more readily. But if any one of these gifts becomes the center of our lives---work, possessions, family, health, security---then they displace God. That’s what happening with these three people. Their excuses sound perfectly reasonable to us. Jesus sounds extreme. He’s not saying these things are bad but is pointing to that human tendency to replace the giver with the gift. The three potential followers remind us of just how much we can bury our hunger for God beneath our busyness, our routines, our preoccupation with our relationships. Jesus calls on them and us to set our eyes on the kingdom and to commit to it. Adopting a life of discipleship requires a shift in priorities. More than a private endeavor, it is an identity.
Jesus’ clarity is an example to us. All of who he is and what he does is based on his identity as the beloved of God. God is central. His relationship with God deepens all the dimensions of his life enabling him to engage in the most intimate relationships with others. So much of our lives are caught up in the tension between fear and longing---even our fear of intimacy with the God. Deepening our relationship to God can take surprising turns. It is not perpetual ecstasy. It’s more like a dance with a rhythm of approaches and withdrawals, of hiding and showing, of protecting, and sharing.
If we are going to set our face toward Jesus’ Jerusalem then we must first face up to the condition of our lives, the state of our world, and the direction we are headed. Paul reminds us that bondage takes many forms, and we must be courageous in naming them for ourselves. The harsh debates and infighting among the Galatian Christians were outward and visible signs of their ongoing enslavement. He is saying unequivocally that Christian freedom is not unrestrained permission to do whatever one pleases. Love is the way that freedom in Christ expresses itself. Debates over circumcision were taking precedence over loving one’s neighbor. He tells them to not use their freedom for self-indulgence. The “Flesh” is his shorthand for self-centered rather than God-centered living. The counterpoint to life in the flesh is life in the service of others. Christ’s love for us should shape the way we love.

If Jerusalem is about mercy and forgiveness, how can we withhold forgiveness? If Jerusalem is about the dignity and holiness of all humanity, how can we remain on the sidelines, silent, or indifferent in the face of injustice, discrimination, or prejudice. If Jerusalem is about peace, what about the wars we wage, the violence in our thoughts, words, and actions? If Jerusalem is about reconciliation with each other, on what basis do we scapegoat a people or a religion, exclude the foreigner, deny the refugee sanctuary? Do we reconcile only with those who are like us? If Jerusalem is about the defeat of death, and life fully lived, how does Jerusalem inform our conversations and debates about gun violence in this country? If Jerusalem is about the truth of God revealed in the life, death, and resurrection of Jesus, how can we continue to promote or impose our personal and individual truths on another? These questions stand at the intersection of the Gospel, the world, and our lives.
Before Jesus had these conversations with the potential disciples, I’m sure he first had them within himself, working out for himself the meaning and cost for him to go to Jerusalem. Each one of those conversations is about letting go or giving up something of ourselves and our lives: a home, a sense of security, a place in society. If we set our face to go to Jerusalem, then we have put ourselves on a path of letting go of the past, the dead places, things, and parts of our lives, that can no longer give life or sustain growth. Today’s gospel does not allow for excuses, justifications, running away, or hiding. To struggle honestly with our questions is the beginning of setting our face toward Jesus’ Jerusalem. We don’t know what happened to those three potential disciples, but we do know that the invitation he gave to them he also gives to us---to be single-minded in wanting, in choosing what best leads to a deepening of God’s love and life in us poured out in love for others. +Amen.

Friday, June 24, 2022

Nativity of St. John the Baptist - June 24, 2022

Holy Cross Monastery, West Park, NY

Br. Aidan Owen, OHC

Nativity of St. John the Baptist - June 24, 2022






In the name of the One God, who is Lover, Beloved, and Love Overflowing. Amen. In the middle of June every year, we get a little Advent. This year, the weather has even been cooperating. Today’s feast is a timely reminder that, whatever the season, God is constantly preparing the way of our return. This year, in particular, I’m struck by the resonance of Isaiah’s poetry: “Comfort, O Comfort, my people. […] Speak tenderly to [them.]” Oh, how we need that tenderness! How we need that comfort! I would say after Uvalde. But I could also say, after Covid, or Ukraine, or George Floyd, or or or. The ors never stop these days. One piles on top of another shutting out all the air. In the midst of so many and great temptations to despair and fatigue the comfort of God’s promise of faithfulness and return beckons all the more strongly. Comfort my people. Tell them that their return to me is imminent. Prepare the way of their salvation, their wholeness, their new life in me, says the Lord. John the Baptist, whose birth we celebrate today, and Isaiah both knew darkness and exile. Both lived in times of great chaos and upheaval, in which the very life and existence of their communities was anything but assured. Isaiah, for instance, comes proclaiming this good news of the elevation of Mount Zion precisely at one of the moments of Israel’s greatest darkness. When the Assyrian empire has decimated Jerusalem, when all that the Israelites hold dear has been ravaged and the world seems irreparably fragmented, the voice of hope sounds its clear bell. This home that has been destroyed will not only be rebuilt, but it will become a center of welcome, peace, and love for all the world. John comes as the morning star, the great forerunner of the morn, as that wonderful hymn puts it. He is the sign that the life that really is life is coming into the world as Jesus, our brother, our friend, and our God. And like the morning star, he comes at the darkest hour of the night as a promise that the sun will rise again. Before I entered the Monastery, echoing Isaiah, Br. Andrew told me, “there are no sharp edges here. Everything in the Monastery has been worn smooth through years of prayer.” It was a lovely sentiment, and just what I wanted to hear in that moment of romantic infatuation. Having lived in this community for a little while now, I can tell you that there are actually plenty of sharp edges remaining. I’ve even introduced a few myself. Not all has been worn smooth, at least not yet. But nor was Andrew’s comment mere sentimentality. The common life—whether in a monastery, a family, a parish, or a nation—is one of great friction. Our sharp edges are only worn down by rubbing against those of our brothers, our coreligionists, or our neighbors. Much the same can be said for the life of prayer, in which, whatever consolations may come our way, we will eventually find ourselves facing into dryness, desolation, and the fracturing of our optimism that the spiritual life will finally make us into shining examples of perfect, ordered human life. The great Anthony Bloom connects this stripping down to the work of prayer: “There is a degree of despair that is linked with total, perfect hope. This is the point at which, having gone inward, we will be able to pray; and then ‘Lord, have mercy’ is quite enough. We do not need to make any of the elaborate discourses we find in manuals of prayer. It is enough simply to shout out of despair ‘Help!’ and you will be heard.” He continues, “Very often we do not find sufficient intensity in our prayer, sufficient conviction, sufficient faith, because our despair is not deep enough. We want God in addition to so many other things we have, we want His help, but simultaneously we are trying to get help wherever we can, and we keep God in store for our last push. […] If our despair comes from sufficient depth, if what we ask for, cry for, is so essential that it sums up all the needs of our life, then we find words of prayer and we will be able to reach the core of the prayer, the meeting with God.”1 The encounter with the realities of his own dark time of empire, domination, and the potential extinction of his religion and his people led John into the wilderness to fast and to pray. In the purification of his own desire, in the distilling of that desire down to its essential element—Lord, have mercy!—he became, as the eucharistic preface puts it, a burning and a shining light, drawing others away from the city toward the boundaries of their becoming. There he invited them to turn back to the Lord and to be washed clean in the waters of baptism, It's no accident that the movement of return and remembrance that John proclaims originates in the wilderness. It is there that the Israelites wandered after their slavery. It is there that they encountered God and that, through their trials, murmurings, and cursing God forged them into a community. It is into the wilderness that the Spirit drives Jesus after his baptism, there to be tempted, yes, but also there to be formed. For it is through his temptation that Jesus touches his deepest desire, which is for God alone. It is in this place of wild wandering that we come to know God and, in that encounter, to be known as God’s beloved. And so, it is to the wilderness that John calls—or we might say recalls—the people when they have strayed from God’s ways. And it is in the wilderness of this historical moment that we, too, must face down temptation and despair. It is in this wilderness of death and anxiety and fear that we may allow God to strip down our desire, until all we want is God. And it is from this wilderness of darkness and wandering that our hope will emerge. On the eve of the Velvet Revolution in what was then Czechoslovakia, Vaclav Havel wrote about what it means to hope: “Hope is a state of mind, not a state of the world. Either we have hope within us, or we don’t. […] Hope is definitely not the same as optimism. It’s not the conviction that something will turn out well, but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out. It is hope, above all, that gives strength to live and to continually try new things, even in conditions that seem as hopeless as ours do, here and now. In the face of this absurdity, life is too precious a thing to permit its devaluation by living pointlessly, emptily, without meaning, without love, and, finally, without hope.” Real hope, as writer and activist Rebecca Solnit points out, is always dark, because the future is forever dim. And while the darkness may frighten us, in her words, it is always the dark, not just of the grave, but of the womb. For out of the dark wilderness emerge possibilities we could never have imagined in the clear light of day. If the emergence of hope from the dark is true in the secular world, how much truer it is for the Christian, who bears not only Christ’s life within her, but first bears Christ’s death on the Cross. We who profess the faith of Jesus, profess, not that he died and made everything okay in the world, but that having died and risen, he now lives in us, right here and now, still working to stitch back together this fractured world. I think that what the Israelites and the early Christian community discovered in the darkness of wilderness and exile is that, although they could no longer see the way forward, they could be seen, seen in the depths of their being, known and loved in the very foundation of their soul, in that darkest point within that is reserved for God alone. And in that foundational place, too deep even really to call it love, for it is so much more than that, from that deepest place hope is born. John, the great forerunner of the morn, the morning star and herald of the dawn, continues to shine like a beacon of hope in the darkness of our time, just as he did in his own. His voice calls out today that though we are like the flower of the field that springs up today and tomorrow is gone, the word of the Lord—the word that is Jesus within and around us—endures forever. There is always cause to hope, because God is good, and that is everything.