Sunday, March 18, 2018

Covenants and Injustice


    The Rev. Nancy E. Gossling         St. Cyprian's Church, Boston    5 Lent
  
            In case you didn’t know it, I am an island girl. I love islands, especially warm and sunny islands right now. My first visit to an island was on my honeymoon, which was a trip to Bermuda almost 44 years ago. During my sabbatical, Paul and I visited the island of Crete, which is famous for where St. Paul (not to be confused with my husband Paul) stopped on his way to Rome. A few years ago, I spent three months serving at Christ Church Cathedral in Dublin, Ireland, fondly called the Emerald Isle, and famous for this weekend’s St. Paddy’s Day festivities. And then last year, on one of my “special birthdays” Paul and I went to St. Lucia. I think I’ve come down with island fever, because this Saturday, God willing, Paul and I will fly to Turks and Caicos. Someday, perhaps, maybe we’ll even go to Barbados, yes?
I know some of the challenges that come with island living, especially when hurricanes and nor’easters descend. Supplies of food and water are harder to acquire. Relief and rescue help can take much longer. And the destruction and erosion of the land is devastating, not to mention people’s homes. On a trip to Haiti many years ago, I witnessed such losses. And my heart was broken with the reports coming from Puerto Rico as well as some of the other islands this past fall.
 My grandparents, God rest their souls, lived and worked on the island of Nantucket in their later years of life. Occasionally we would visit. I loved the broken shells on their driveway, the small community of Sconset, and the close walk to the beach. It was a peaceful, simple, and beautiful place. When my brother told my grandfather that I was dating a man of color in my senior year of high school, my grandfather didn’t like it. Lovingly, my grandfather accepted me, but he admitted that he had grown up in different times.
            It appears to me that our modern times are sometimes no different. Recently I saw a picture of a barn on Nantucket with the words “Go Back” spray painted on it. Let me be clear: this isn’t an island way of thinking; rather it’s a human way of thinking, and it’s called sin. On FaceBook, there is a page called “Discussing Race in Boston”, which continues the conversation started by the Boston Globe last year. Just this week, National Geographic announced that they will dedicate one special issue in April entitled “Black and White. These twin sisters make us rethink everything we know about race.” (Here is the front cover)
            I have made a lot of covenants in my life. Unlike a contract, with specific rules and legalities, a covenant is understood to be more of an agreement, an understanding, or a bond in which two or more parties are bound together. Sometimes translated as “testament” the Greek word :covenant “basically means to order or to dispose oneself for another.” In other words, we are servants to one another..
I made a covenant with my husband almost 44 years ago. Our covenant was made as two equals, in which we were ready to dispose ourselves for the other. I confess that we have not always been faithful to that covenant. Paul likes to tell the story of a time he was extremely sick with the flu, and I went to work. I remind him of his own equally memorable mistakes.
 In the year 2000, I made a covenant with the Episcopal Church and my bishop in Connecticut. Like your rector, Monrelle, and your deacon, Julian, I too became a servant, ready and willing to serve God and God’s people. While honoring the high priesthood of Jesus, priests and deacons recognize and promise to obey the authority of our bishops and the Church.
As Church, we all share a common covenant as Christians, which we call our baptisms. We are all the beloved children of God, begotten and appointed by God, who stand equally before God as members of the same human family. At baptism, we make some renunciations. We say that we will “renounce the evil powers of this world which corrupt and destroy the creatures of God.” These evil powers, in which we all participate, are the systemic evils of injustice, like racism, sexism, ageism and every other “ism” you can name.
We have all broken our covenants with God and each other in one way or another. When we consider our long history of infidelity to God, we are all judged guilty. From the moment we entered this fragile earth our island home, we have been unfaithful. We have eaten forbidden fruit, we have treated one another with disrespect, dishonor, and dis-grace and we think of ourselves as little islands unto ourselves. As for this fragile earth, our island home…….we trash it daily. As Jesus said in today’s gospel, “Now is the judgment of the world.”
No wonder God decided to write God’s covenant within us, because as history has revealed, if God’s laws are written on tablets of stone, we will break them. Written on paper, such covenants are easily destroyed, filed away, forgotten, burned, or torn in two like the temple veil at the death of Jesus. With a covenant within our hearts, we are bound forever to the God who created us, loves us, and saves us. We can walk away, and yet God walks with us.

            In Jesus, we see a man who was not afraid to name the sins of his culture, his people, or the religious and civil systems that ordered them. Jesus challenged the laws of the Roman government, as well as his own religious hierarchy, with equal measure. He invited outsiders, that is the blow-ins from other islands like the Greeks, gentiles, and pagans, to join him. Calling out the hypocrisy and injustice of his times, he created Spirit filled windstorms, to break down the dividing walls all around him.
            As part of my continuing education, I have been attending a clergy clinic on the Family Emotional Process, which was designed by leaders in the Lombard Mennonite Peace Center in Illinois. A few weeks ago, we watched a movie about Martin Luther King, Jr.
            As we approach the 50th anniversary of his assassination in April, and as we confront our own complicity in the unjust systems of our times, we can learn from Dr. King. Yes, he had a dream. Yes, he wrote letters from an Alabama prison. Yes, he was unfaithful in his human relationships. And yet, like Jesus, he was faithful to God until the very end of his life. Like Jesus, he was a leader not only for his own people but also for all God’s people. Here are some of the things I learned about Dr. King.
     King saw his calling as a minister first, over and above his calling as a political activist and civil rights leader. We are all called to be on God’s mission: ministers of restoration and reconciliation as Christ’s servants.
     As a minister in the Church, King claimed that he wanted to help “save the soul of America by using the ammunition of love.”
     King’s decision to go to Birmingham was not in response to a crisis but rather it was his way of pointing out human sin, much like Jesus did, when he walked into the temple and overturned the tables of the money changers.
     After President Kennedy was assassinated, King claimed that “we are a ‘10 day nation’..... that is after 10 days, we just go back to the usual.” King, like Jesus, was unrelenting in his fight for justice, despite warnings for him to stop, not only from the white opposition but also from some of his very own people.
     When his family and friends encouraged King to go to Easter services instead of joining the protests, knowing that he would be arrested and jailed, King went into his bedroom to pray. Coming out dressed in blue jeans, rather than his Sunday best, King signaled to the others that he had chosen to skip church on that Easter morning. It was no longer a time for “business as usual.”
     King said that the youth “took the fear” out of protests when they marched to Washington in defense of their civil rights, in their fight for freedom and safety, and for equal pay, education, and job opportunities. This past Wednesday, and next Saturday, many of our youth will march in Washington D.C. to protest gun violence, some of our civil laws, and to advocate for their own safety and security in schools, on the streets, and at home.
     King claimed that a “victory for Negroes is a victory for our country” and  “injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.” If only “one person is affected directly, everyone is affected indirectly.” Is this not true of the shooting in Parkland, Florida? Or the tragic losses on so many islands? Or the discrimination that many of us face throughout our world?
            Most of the time in our lives it is important to obey our civil laws, our church laws, and our leaders. Other times, we must disobey. There are consequences either way, however, and we need to be aware of the cost of our decisions, the cost of our discipleship. Obedience means listening to God in prayer, discerning together in community, and following Jesus as our role model, knowing that it might involve suffering.
            Jesus was obedient to God unto death, even death upon a cross. His death was violent and unjust, just like Kennedy’s, just like Dr. King’s. The antidote to our global soul-sickness during these modern times is no different from the historic times of King and Jesus. We are called to prayer and to action. We must pray, not saying “Father, save us from this hour” but rather, “Father, help us glorify your name.” Together, we can use the ammunition of love to do the next right thing.
            Next week, we begin our holy week journey into Jerusalem, a city like Boston, that is built on a hill. We’ll hear how Jesus accomplished His Life’s mission and purpose, which was the reconciliation of all God’s beloved children, black and white, young and old, rich and poor, male and female and every shade of color in between. It was for that reason that Jesus had come to the hour of his death.
            As we near the end of our Lenten journey, our baptismal questions remain. To whom will we listen and obey? What renunciations and promises will we make? Will we remain faithful to our covenant with God until the very end of our lives? And will we serve one another for the common good? May it be so, and to God be the glory. Amen.











Sunday, March 11, 2018

Fear, Faith, and Salvation



4 Lent, March 11, 2018                                                         Numbers 21: 4-9
All Saints, Chelmsford, Massachusetts                             Psalm 107: 1-3, 17-22
The Rev. Nancy E. Gossling                                               Ephesians 2: 1-10
A Prayer attributed to St. Francis                                       John 3: 14-21

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
And 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's in dying that we are born to eternal life
Amen.

            Fear. It’s a prevalent emotion these days. It’s infectious. It’s virulent; and it surfaces for many reasons. In a cartoon I saw on FaceBook recently, there is a picture of two parents, sitting in a school classroom and talking to their child’s teacher. The teacher is holding an AR-15 rifle in one hand and saying to the parents,“Your child seems to be distracted lately.”
Fear pops up all round us. We worry about where our country is headed and if our world is doomed for destruction. Many of us are beginning to wonder about our safety in what seems to be an increasingly chaotic and violent world. We worry about our economic security and how our health care will be managed. We wonder about the costs of our decisions, and what effect they will have on ourselves, our children, and future generations. For those of us in the later years of our lives, we might begin to wonder about death. It all begs the question: how much control do we actually have?
The Israelites had a lot of fear. Understandable and real fears. They had just fled Egypt where they had been slaves in a foreign land. Their leader Moses had led them to freedom but not first before they survived plagues, death threats, and leaving everything behind. Running for their lives, they were hunted down by a powerful army before they finally crossed the Red Sea to safety. I imagine the Israelites had family members who had died not only in Egypt but also in their flight to freedom. They were burdened by fear and by grief.
In today’s passage from Numbers we hear that the Israelites are not happy in their new found freedom. They seem to be wandering aimlessly. They were surrounded by deadly snakes, lacking the basic necessities of food and water, and fearing for their own lives once again. They were not happy with Moses nor with God; and quite frankly, I too would have become impatient. I too would have challenged my leader and my God, wondering out loud, what’s up with all of this?
Forgive my detour for a moment. Your rector and I discovered that we share some history. While living in Atlanta, we both attended the same high school, a Christian preparatory school. We didn’t know each other “way back then” for our schools were divided: the boys school and the girls school were separated by the administration building. We could have intersected at social events; but I was not a wrestler nor did I play a musical instrument. Bill attended an Episcopal church, and I was a Presbyterian, at least back then. Like I said, we didn’t know each other.
To be honest, I don’t recall having many fears during this time in my life. And yet, I also lived in a bubble of privilege and safety. Poverty did not knock at my door, leaving me anxious about food insecurity. Yes, there were snakes in Atlanta, but we lived in the city. To my knowledge, I was neither oppressed nor discriminated against, and I certainly was not enslaved. In my Presbyterian church, we learned about Moses and God’s laws; and in youth group we sang, “My God is an awesome God.” Even so, God seemed somewhat distant to me and only part of ancient history. The fear of death was never on my mind.
Some people would say that we live in “dark times.”  Losing electrical power reminded many of us of the dark and cold ages in history.
Mental illness, and dark nights of the soul, have contributed to violent acts of murder. Movies, like the Darkest Hour, have chronicled times in our history when the world was at war once again. Truth be told there are cold wars and hot wars raging all around us even today.
When people and systems (like families, churches, and countries) become anxious, worried, and fearful, human beings often resort to our lowest forms of animal behavior. We attack others. We flee, even if it means returning to slavery. We freeze because we don’t trust our God to save us from the powers that appear to be greater and stronger than us. Some of us even fight back, killing others in self-defense and self-protection, and who can blame us?
We live in anxious times, and anxiety, whether it is chronic or acute, can make us sick. How then can we maintain our spiritual balance in the face of a world, a society, and systems that invite us to live fearfully rather than faithfully? What can we do when we are afraid about real and imagined threats, feeling that we are living in a world that is spinning out of control, and we have become impatient and angry with our leaders and our God? When the snow falls and the lights go out, to whom and what do we turn?
Ya’ll know this is the season of Lent, right? Liturgically, we use the seasons of our church year to help us focus, and Lent helps us to focus on our sins: to admit those things that we have done and left undone, things we have said and left unsaid. Lent helps us confess that we have lost our way in the wilderness, and divided ourselves against one another. We have forgotten to pay attention to the God, who created us, loves, guides us, empowers us, and saves us even now.
Sin is an ever-present reality, which happens whether it’s light or dark. We call it many things… a mistake, a wrong step, an accident, an unforced error, a trespass, a little white lie, a broken law, betrayal, bad behavior, hurtful words, and downright evil. But whatever we call it, and however we do it, it is sin; and we are all guilty. In Anglican moral theology, a sin is a sin is a sin, no matter how small, no matter how egregious.
Our sins indicate that we are not right with God and so we are not right within ourselves nor with our neighbors. We are out of alignment, soul sick, and the promised land seems far away. All around us we can see broken hearts, broken lives, broken power lines, and broken people. Our God may be an awesome God but our God is distant, only a part of ancient history, and a powerless and ineffective leader right now. What can we do?
Paradoxically, we can turn to God for help; for we believe that God’s power is greater than any one of us or all of us combined. Either God is everything or God is nothing. Either God is everywhere or God is nowhere; and so, we can ask God to use the broken places in our lives to reconnect us. We just need to plug in and recharge by sitting in the presence of God every day. Through prayer and meditation, we can let God’s Power, Presence, and Light come into our souls.
For the gospel of John tells us, and I believe this to be true, that God so loved the world that God gave us a light that shines in our darkness, and the darkness cannot overcome it. This true light, which is God’s Light, which is Jesus, enlightens everyone; and in Him there is no darkness at all, the night and the day are both alike.
To the question that the Israelites once asked in the wilderness, and probably all of us ask at some time in our lives, “Who is coming to save us?” and Jesus answered, “I am.”  “I am the Light of the World. And whoever follows me will never walk in darkness but will have the light of life.” God’s Light and Power can enter into the small and parched cracks of our souls, especially when we find ourselves wandering in the desert or frozen in fear. We need only stop for a moment and let God in, in order to reconnect with our awesome God,  who is a real Presence, a real Power, and our Eversource of Light and Love.
It is through prayer and meditation that we can improve our conscious contact with God, drawing ever closer to God’s presence within us and all around us. In silence, we may hear that “wee, still, small voice” guiding us, calming us, empowering us, and leading us. This God is an awesome God, who is infinitely patient with us - forgiving us, despite our impatience, our wrong turns, our stubborn resistance, and our frequent desires to turn back and run! Have faith in me, God says, for I have created you out of my love, to be a human being of love, and as a channel of my love. I have created you as a child of the light to walk in freedom and peace.
St. Francis invites us to be channels of God’s love, light, and power. Through daily confession, we clear our channels. Through prayer and meditation, God fills our channels. Freely given, we can then empty our channels by sharing what we’ve received with others. Just like trucks scatter sand and salt on icy roads during a storm, we can scatter God’s Light, Power, and Love everywhere we go. 
God did not come into the world to condemn any of us but to save us, and the root of the word salvation comes from the Latin word “salve” which means healing. Truth be told, we are all part of the walking wounded in our world, and we are all in need of healing. Native Americans say that they travel for 6 days and then stop to rest, so that on the sabbath day their “souls can catch up.” Today our souls are catching up.
Although, as St. Paul wrote in his letter to the Ephesians, we may have been dead through our own trespasses and sins in this world, God is rich in mercy and has made us alive in Christ. By the grace of God, we have our salvation today, and tomorrow, and for all of eternity. Today, do not be afraid of the dark but have faith. Walk as a child of the Light, and shine God’s Light wherever you go. Amen.