“The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light.” — Isaiah 9:2
Blessings this Christmas night!
We gather tonight, as many have in ages past, to celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ, the Holy One of God, walking among us as the Incarnate Word Made Flesh, as the traditional language proclaims this.
Our parish name is the Church of the Incarnation, and that also makes Christmas our paternal feast day. Happy birthday Church of the Incarnation! (more…)
I want to begin by acknowledging that in the wake of the current election, many of you are feeling raw, fatigued, or anxious, or all of that. This is a fact we need to acknowledge up front. This would have been true no matter whoever won.
I do not propose to rehash the election. The results are what they are. We do need time to get over this, so let’s be gentle with each other.
I said this before the election, and I will say this again: we already have a messiah. His name is Jesus of Nazareth. (more…)
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace:
where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
where there is sadness, joy.
O divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console,
to be understood as to understand,
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Once there was a man, and he was walking down a street. Through no fault of his own, he fell into a hole, and he could not get out. It was dark in the hole, and very deep, and the man waited and waited for help.
Eventually, he looked up and he saw a police officer.
“Officer, officer, please help me get out the hole!”
But the officer said, sorry, I am on my way to an emergency,” and wrote on a piece of paper and threw it in the hole.
A long, long time ago – 835 years ago to be exact – lived a young man whose inner light shined beyond his own time, and into ours.
His name was Giovanni Francesco Bernardone, born in Italy to a wealthy family in the year 1181.
His mother was French, and his father a rich Italian merchant. Giovanni grew up in Assisi, Italy.
As a young man, he was popular with his friends. He served in the military, was a prisoner of war for a year, and when freed, he looked forward to a life of ease and wealth. But he fell ill, nearly died and remained in a delirium for weeks.
When he woke up, he noticed God’s blessings all around him – and he felt an intense pull to give of himself so that others could to notice their blessings.
He is better known to us as Saint Francis of Assisi, and today we mark his feast day. (more…)
Imagine an autumn evening long ago in the Holy City of Jerusalem:
It is still hot this time of year in Jerusalem. Not many venture outside until the sun is low in the sky, and the cool Mediterranean breeze from the northwest begins to blow across the rooftops.
A few people begin to gather upstairs in one of the houses in the center of Jerusalem.
They find themselves in a big open room upstairs next to a wide veranda with a spectacular view of the Jerusalem skyline and the streets below. All the windows are large and open letting the cool air in.
Jesus and his followers gather in this upstairs room for supper like they do every night. (more…)
I am struck by the beautiful greeting in Paul’s letter to Philemon: “Grace to you and peace from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ. When I remember you in my prayers, I always thank God because I hear of your love for all the saints and your faith towards the Lord Jesus.” The letter starts with a wish for grace and peace and goes on to let Philemon know that he is being prayed for and that Paul is grateful for him because of who he is, a man of faith.
I have not been in this pulpit in a month. It feels good to be standing here again, sharing a few words with you.
Please forgive me if I am a little rusty.
We heard from four extraordinary lay preachers in the last four weeks, each bringing to us his or her unique perspective on faith and the ministries each of these wonderful people are involved with. (more…)
Behind us is the anticipation of Advent, the mid-winter light and song of Christmas and Epiphany. Behind us are the grit of ashes on our foreheads and the reminder that we are dust and to dust we return. Behind us are Lent and Holy Week and the horrifying cross. Behind us is the astounding story of resurrection and Pentecost.
Here we are for the long weeks after Pentecost, outside the narrative march from Bethlehem to the upstairs room. In this time, called ordinary time, our circumstances in many ways resemble those of the early disciples. We ponder the questions raised by these remarkable stories, wondering what all this might mean, really mean, if we were to call ourselves disciples. Challenging ourselves by asking how we might, “clothe ourselves with the new self,” as Paul says in his letter to the Colossians. (more…)