The Big Dig    3 Lent, March 23, 2025             The Rev. Nancy E. Gossling

 “The Big Dig was a megaproject in Boston that rerouted the then elevated Central Artery of Interstate 93 that cut across Boston into the O'Neill Tunnel and built the Ted Williams Tunnel to extend Interstate 90 to Logan International Airport. The project constructed the Zakim Bunker Hill Bridge over the Charles River, created the Rose Kennedy Greenway in the space vacated by the previous I-93 elevated roadway, and funded more than a dozen projects to improve the region's public transportation system. Planning for the project began in 1982. Construction work was carried out between 1991 and 2006. The project concluded in December 2007. The project's general contractor was Bechtel, with Parsons Brinckerhoff as the engineers, who worked as a consortium, both overseen by the Massachusetts Highway Department.”

“The Big Dig was the most expensive highway project in the United States, and was plagued by cost overruns, delays, leaks, design flaws, accusations of poor execution and use of substandard materials, criminal charges and arrests, and the death of one motorist. The project was originally scheduled to be completed in 1998 at an estimated cost of $2.8 billion, US $7.4 billion adjusted for inflation as of 2020.The project was completed in December 2007 at a cost of over $8.08 billion in 1982 dollars, $21.5 billion adjusted for inflation, a cost overrun of about 190%. As a result of a death, leaks, and other design flaws, the Parsons Brinckerhoff and Bechtel consortium agreed to pay $407 million in restitution, and several smaller companies agreed to pay a combined sum of approximately $51 million.” (Wikipedia)

Where was DOGE then? And every year thereafter? Or how about those other institutions that are plagued by people “looking the other way,” maintaining a silence that denies the sin, inaction that not only is unhelpful but is also harmful? Perhaps this is why St. Paul wrote to the Christians in Corinth, telling them that these “failings” of people and organizations, of their leaders and our law-makers, are intended to be examples for us all. And not just examples but also invitations and opportunities for us to correct them, restore them, and renew them for the good of God’s people.

“At that very time there were some present who told Jesus about the Galileans whose blood Pilate had mingled with their sacrifices. He asked them, "Do you think that because these Galileans suffered in this way they were worse sinners than all other Galileans? No, I tell you; but unless you repent, you will all perish as they did. Or those eighteen who were killed when the tower of Siloam fell on them--do you think that they were worse offenders than all the others living in Jerusalem? No, I tell you; but unless you repent, you will all perish just as they did."

“Then Jesus told this parable: "A man had a fig tree planted in his vineyard; and he came looking for fruit on it and found none. So he said to the gardener, 'See here! For three years I have come looking for fruit on this fig tree, and still I find none. Cut it down! Why should it be wasting the soil?' He replied, 'Sir, let it alone for one more year, until I dig around it and put manure on it. If it bears fruit next year, well and good; but if not, you can cut it down.'" (Luke 13:1-9)

Our world, then and now, is literally layered with successive political, socio-economic, and religious systems that are built on the broken promises of those who have tried and gone before. We are broken people living with broken systems. These unjust and sinful systems are hard to reform and correct without clear-eyed intention, integrity, and collaboration. It is easy to point to world leaders and blame them for our wars and political ruins. It is easy to point to rebellious people and blame them for our violence. It is easy to point to immoral people and claim that they died because of their indulgences. But reform never was easy. And we are all guilty.

Jesus often levels the playing field in the gospel of Luke. He states that we are all sinners, and our Anglican moral theology reminds us that a sin is a sin is a sin, no matter how large, no matter how small. “Do you think that because they suffered in this way, they were worse sinners than you?” “No,” he says; “but unless we repent, we shall perish as they did.” The Roman armies have become Russian armies and Ukrainian armies. Terrorists of every kind destroy human lives. Diseases proliferate, and nuclear bombs level the playing fields.

Lent is our Big Dig. It is that season in some of our religious traditions when it is an opportunity to look at ourselves and our world and name some truths. We are reminded of our mortality, that we are dust and to dust we shall return. It is a time when we name and claim our sins: personal, systemic, and universal. It is a time when we repent, when we think again about who we are and the choices that we make. Do we choose life, justice and mercy, walking humbly with our God and our neighbors?

“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” poet Mary Oliver asks in the poem A Summer's Day. And in her poem, from her book of poems, The Unfolding, Rosemary Wahtola Trommer offers some answers.

So I can’t save the world -

can’t even save myself

can’t wrap my arms around

every frightened child, can’t

foster peace among nations,

can’t bring love to all who

feel unlovable.

So I practice opening my heart

right here in this room and being gentle

with my insufficiency. I practice

walking down the street head first.

And if it is insufficient to share love,

I will practice loving anyway.

I want to converse about truth,

about trust. I want to invite compassion

into every interaction.

One willing heart can’t stop a war.

One willing heart can’t feed the hungry.

And sometimes, daunted by a task too big,

I tell myself, What’s the use of trying?

But today, the invitation is clear:

To be ridiculously courageous in love.

To open the heart like a lilac in May,

knowing freezing is possible

and opening anyway.

To take love seriously.

To give love wildly.

To race up to the world

as if I were a puppy,

adoring and unjaded,

stumbling on my own exuberance.

To feel the shock of indifference,

of anger, of cruelty, of fear,

and stay open. To love as if it matters,

as if the world depends on it. 

Lent is our Big Dig. As we dig around the roots of our mortal lives, we often uncover some things that invite change. As we get our hands dirty, smelling the odor of manure in our nostrils, breaking our backs on the hard work of gardening, we come to realize that digging isn’t just painful, however, but also healing and constructive. We let some things die as we plant seeds for new life. With digging and fertilizing we begin to bear fruit worthy of repentance. We grow spiritually closer to the Light and God’s Love.

Unfortunately, repentance is often considered only an individual and personal activity; but it is also communal and global. Although we can only change ourselves, living only one day at a time, we can make a difference when we join others in creative and collaborative work. Together, we become the hands, heart, and feet of Christ. Faith unrealized and unfulfilled, not actualized and embodied, remains not only dead but it also stinks!

As faithful Christians and moral human beings, we can offer simple acts of kindness and moral goodness every day. As the saying goes, “We can think globally; and act locally.” So here’s a final story from Peace Tales: World Folktales to Talk About which I’ve told before and yet it bears repeating.

 “Once upon a time, a man visited hell, where he was amazed to find people sitting around a table, with all kinds of food piled high. Maybe hell wasn’t so bad, he thought.”

“But then the man looked closely at the people; and they all looked hungry - in fact, they looked like they hadn’t eaten in a very long time. He noticed that everyone around the table had been given chopsticks that were 3 feet long; but the people couldn’t get any of the food into their mouths. And so, the man could see that this indeed was hell.”

“Next the man went to heaven. To his surprise, he saw people seated around a table filled with the same good foods. They also had chopsticks that were three feet long! But this time the man noticed that these people looked happy, full, and satisfied.The difference was that they were using their chopsticks to feed each other!”

This Lent, we can ask ourselves what fruit will we bear before our fig trees are cut down? How will we respond to the suffering of others? And will we speak and act like Jesus, the only One who was without sin, and a perfect example for us all? Repent and turn to the good news of the gospel. Our God is a God of forgiveness and second chances, of Light and Love. Repent and return to the Lord.

 1 Corinthians 10:1-13                Luke 13:1-9

Ash Wednesday 2025

 

Ash Wednesday, March 5, 2025                     The Rev. Nancy E. Gossling

Joel 2:1-2,12-17               Isaiah 58:1-12                  Psalm 103

Almighty and everlasting God, you hate nothing you have made and forgive the sins of all who are penitent: Create and make in us new and contrite hearts, that we, worthily lamenting our sins and acknowledging our wretchedness, may obtain of you, the God of all mercy, perfect remission and forgiveness; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.

 There are times when we become more aware of our human mortality. As individuals, we may face a health scare, an accident, or a time of vulnerability and fragility when we face the prospect of our death head-on. Without such reminders of our fragile mortality, we tend to think that life just goes on until we’re faced with a hard reality that it may not. When our blissful ignorance is broken, we often turn to theological questions about life and death, about grace and goodness, about justice and mercy.

During the COVID-19 pandemic, death became real on a global scale. Fears of the virus were universal, and your age, health, and ability to access modern medicine oftentimes influenced your outcome. The value of a COVID vaccination was clear to everyone around the globe. With the flu epidemic rising precipitously in Massachusetts this year, it also became apparent that less people were being vaccinated, which contributed to the surges in illnesses. The outbreak of the measles disease in Texas, and the on-going debate about the correlation of autism with vaccinations, have also contributed to the national debate about the value of vaccinations.

Freedom to make personal choices about getting the “jabs” have entered our discourses, debates, and decisions. Moral clarity has become important and ethical decisions have been rising to the surface of our conversations. Medical injunctions to “do no harm” competed with other types of ethics. Questions about financial costs, quality of life, vulnerability, and human suffering were raised. Legal issues blossomed. Some states enacted “physician-assisted suicide laws” while some people argued that what “God has given only God can take away.” Even now, with the current Pope’s recent struggles with respiratory illness, some people have wondered aloud what his “end-of-life” directives might include. People can change their minds when faced with new realities.

What may be good for an individual (read I don’t want a vaccine) may be deadly for groups of people (read your personal choice affects our communal lives.) It may be “right” and “fair” and “just” for you to make a personal decision and yet your decisions are killing us softly, perhaps even violently. Some argue that the political leaders of various nations are doing just that, making decisions that seem “just” and “right” and “fair” but are causing greater and longer damage to their people. Do we align ourselves with just war theorists or “fight for peace” because “blessed are the peacemakers”? Which Bonhoeffer are you?

I have been reminded frequently in these past few weeks of that familiar nursery rhyme called “Ring around the Rosie.” The lyrics are “Ring around the Rosie; A pocket full of posies; Ashes! Ashes!  We all fall down!” According to Wikipedia, “the origin of the song is unknown, and there is no evidence supporting the popular 20th-century interpretation linking it to the Great Plague or earlier outbreaks of bubonic plague in England.”  It became known as a harmless and fun children’s game rather than a social commentary on a deadly disease.

What strikes me today is two-fold. Ash Wednesday is a time in our liturgical season in the Episcopal Church when we remind ourselves that we are mortal, that we are dust and it is to dust that we shall return. Ashes, ashes, we all fall down. Similarly, it is a time when we remember that we are all guilty of sin: individual, systemic, and spiritual. There are forces of evil and wickedness; and when we are infected by sin of any kind, our spirits become dust and ashes.

Secondly, I think of the horrific wars going on around our world and the thousands of untimely deaths that are associated with that violence. Most notably is the recent tension between the president of our country and Ukraine. Desperate cries for peace have risen with casualties and destruction; while some voices argue that aggression must be resisted at all costs. During war, we are faced with the hard reality of ashes, both human and material. We can see these ashes in the rubble at our feet and in the landscape of our lives. While all boats may rise with the water, we all fall down with war. Everyone loses.

Why would anyone want to put ashes on their foreheads?

Why would anyone want to be reminded of the multitude of our sins, how we have fallen short of our human goodness, let alone the glory of God? Why would anyone want to be reminded of our mortality when life is beautiful, and we are alive?

Perhaps it’s not a question of want but of need? Surely those who have recently endured the hurricanes in North Carolina, and the fire damage and deaths in Los Angeles need no reminders. Surely those in the wars of Ukraine and Russia, or between Israel and Hamas, need no reminders. So too the Sudan. It’s just that some of us are protected by vast oceans on either side of our country. Powerful militaries may keep us temporarily alive and blissfully insulated from the horror endured by smaller, weaker, and more vulnerable nations but the media opens our eyes. Tragedies are undeniable.

          Our Old Testament prophets are known for their dire warnings about the impending gloom for Israel when the “day of the Lord” will be upon them. As Joel proclaimed, “Let all the inhabitants of the land tremble, for the day of the Lord is coming, it is near– a day of darkness and gloom, a day of clouds and thick darkness! Like blackness spread upon the mountains a great and powerful army comes; their like has never been from of old, nor will be again after them in ages to come.” Unfortunately, Israel has endured and continues to endure invasions from all borders of its country even to the present day.

And yet these prophets have also offered hope during days of darkness. If we return to the Lord, as Joel advises, then perhaps we can also hear the promises of Isaiah. There will be a repairer of breaches in our diplomacy. There will be a restorer of peace in our nations. There will be reconciliation between the nations. “If you remove the yoke from among you, the pointing of the finger, the speaking of evil, if you offer your food to the hungry and satisfy the needs of the afflicted, then your light shall rise in the darkness and your gloom be like the noonday. The Lord will guide you continually, and satisfy your needs in parched places, and make your bones strong; and you shall be like a watered garden, like a spring of water, whose waters never fail. Your ancient ruins shall be rebuilt; you shall raise up the foundations of many generations; you shall be called the repairer of the breach, the restorer of streets to live in.”

          Hope, as our current vice-president recently said, is not a strategy. However, hope is universal, and religion is intended to “connect” us with one another and to God. Spirituality reminds us, like the movie Wicked, that forces can be both good and evil. However, when and “if we return to the Lord” we may find ourselves on a different news channel, and it’s good news. Indeed, Christians claim that Isaiah identified the Repairer, Restorer, and Reconciler in Chief for all nations to have hope. His name is Jesus.

          Our Lenten season of 40 days and 40 nights begins today. It is a time for putting down some things and taking up others. Put down the hate speech and pick up the love of God, for Christ’s sake!  Don’t be a “hater” for “God hates nothing God has made and forgives the sins of all who are penitent.” Living one day at a time, letting go and letting God, offers us a spiritual serenity and a peace that passes all understanding. We may all fall down; and yet in Christ we are raised to new and resurrected life.

          “Bless the Lord, O my soul. He remembers that we are but dust.” (Psalm 103:1,14)

The Nature of the Beast

 

The Nature of the Beast           The Rev. Nancy E. Gossling            5 Epiphany, February 9, 2025

 Found

“Lost sheep do not find themselves; they are found. You can get lost in childhood and adolescence. You can get lost in a midlife crisis. You can get lost in old age. Jesus will find us – will find you – when you are lost. He will know where to look because he’s been there.” Brother Curtis Almquist, SSJE, February 5, 2025

         Recently I’ve been reading a murder mystery series, 20 books in total, written by Canadian author Louise Penny. The author quotes poetry and scripture throughout her books; she likes art, and to my mind, she hints at spiritual and theological matters frequently. The setting includes the cities of Montreal and Quebec City, as well as a small village called Three Pines. The village is not on the map; and its population includes the diversity of the beloved community. Apparently the three pine trees in the center of the village were a sign of refuge for folks crossing the border from the United States into Canada. Perhaps the three pines also represent the evergreens of the Holy Trinity.

          Her book # 11 is entitled “The Nature of the Beast”, and centers on the atrocity of wars and murders. She reminds us of a massacre in Vietnam and the dark side of our humanity. One central figure, named John Fleming, is a violent and murderous man who has been locked away in a maximum security prison, a place designated for only the “worst of the worst” offenders. His murders were so evil that details were shared only with a small number of law enforcers.

According to Louise Penny’s book of fiction, this man had joined forces with a real man named Gerald Bull who was a Canadian scientist and arms designer. With a third man, named Dr. Guillaume Couture, this unholy alliance of three had built the largest missile launcher in the world, intended to be sold to Saddam Hussein as he edged toward a regional war. Called Project Babylon, the missile launcher was hidden in the woods near the village of Three Pines, and was aimed not across the ocean but rather towards the United States.The artistic drawing on the side of this “Supergun” was a picture of the “Whore of Babylon”, an apocalyptic figure as described in the last book of the Bible, the book of Revelation.

Her story, “The Nature of the Beast”, begins with the shocking and sad murder of a 9 year old boy who inadvertently discovered this “Supergun” in the woods. His child’s play turned deadly when he shared his discovery with others. While the “Supergun” was by then obsolete, the plans of the “Supergun” were not. There were some people who wanted to find the plans and sell them, supposedly worth millions of dollars, regardless of the possible recreation of a deadly force.

Now I’ve often argued recently that the nature of our humanity is good, regardless of the heinous acts we commit or the ways in which we disfigure and distort our humanity. If God created us, and indeed all of creation, and if God is good all the time, then there must be a piece of that indestructible goodness lodged deeply within our souls. Some people think not. They wonder if it is possible that our good natures can become so rotten that they disintegrate within ourselves. From acts of self-destruction or worse, from criminal and evil acts of hate and violence, are we irredeemable? When we’ve lost our way, can we be found? And if “they” find us, what will become of us? Is our salvation universal?

          I hit a spiritual wall recently. My old and new disciplines of prayer went cold. I felt an emptiness, a hollowness, and an apathy that is highly unusual for me. I wasn’t interested in things that had deeply mattered to me before. I was disgusted by certain institutions and people; and I was aware of some resentments that had hardened my heart. I became concerned, even a little bit afraid. What was going on within me?

          I think St. Paul may have been able to understand my state of mind, heart, and soul. After all, he was the one that was chasing down all those new Christians with murderous intentions. Or Simon Peter; he was close behind in his affinity to my spiritual state. Look, I say to Jesus, “I’ve been working all my life and faithfully engaged in all these prayerful disciplines. But now my net is empty, and I’m not quite sure that your suggestion will help. I’ve been out on those deep waters and, trust me, there’s nothing there.”

          St. Paul wrote his letter to those people in Corinth, who may have also been struggling and lost their way. And so he attempts to encourage them. “I would remind you, brothers and sisters, of the good news that I proclaimed to you, which you in turn received, in which also you stand, through which also you are being saved, if you hold firmly to the message that I proclaimed to you--unless you have come to believe in vain.” Despite all that I had received and believed in the past, I was afraid that I had come to that place of “believing in vain.”

          As they say, when the student is ready, the teacher appears. Concerned about my spiritual health I had conversations with three of my closest friends, companions on the Way with me for decades. The first person counseled me to wait, not to worry, that God would show up on time and would show me the way forward. The second person told me to be proactive, to have “coffees” with various people and see where they might lead. And the third person drew me a picture of the mandorla.

          “A mandorla in art is a painting or sculpture used to describe the almond-shaped enclosure which is sometimes depicted around Christ or the Virgin Mary.” (Wikipedia) This friend suggested that two almonds placed side by side, sharing a small overlap in the middle, might offer some guidance. The inner circle in the center (or the overlap) is the place of revelation, with one almond representing a time for “waiting” and the other almond a time to be “proactive.” He reminded me that I am a “both/and” kinda girl.

          Sick and tired, and tired of being sick and tired of the news, I switched over to a radio station that has no commercials and plays contemporary Christian songs. It’s called The Message. As if on cue, the DJ talked about two different postures in our prayer lives. A time for waiting and a time for walking. Both are blessings. It’s the nature of our beast.       

In the year that King Uzziah died the prophet Isaiah saw the Lord sitting on a throne. Like him, like St Peter and like St. Paul, my house (was) filled with smoke. And I said: "Woe is me! I am lost, for I am a (wo)man of unclean lips, and I live among a people of unclean lips." I needed air in my smoke-filled soul. I needed the Holy Spirit to fan the flames of my inner fire.

          Isaiah, like me, was demanding answers. "How long, O Lord?" And so the Lord reminded me of the cyclical nature of the beast. There is creation, yes, and we are good. And yet our creation was followed by sin, a time spent away from the Garden, a place of wilderness, wandering, and wild beasts, where temptations are plentiful, and murder is part of the landscape. In this long story of our salvation, judgment would arrive in the form of a human being whose nature was all good and without sin. Yes, there would be death, a murderous crucifixion and yet the Whore of Babylon would be defeated; for the final act by God was one of redemption, reconciliation, and resurrection. In Christ, we are redeemable people. That is the nature of our beast. That is God’s revelation. And so….

I will give thanks to you, O Lord, with my whole heart; *
before the gods I will sing your praise.

2 I will bow down toward your holy temple
and praise your Name, *
because of your love and faithfulness;

3 For you have glorified your Name *
and your word above all things.

4 When I called, you answered me; *
you increased my strength within me.

5 All the kings of the earth will praise you, O Lord, *
when they have heard the words of your mouth.

6 They will sing of the ways of the Lord, *
that great is the glory of the Lord.

7 Though the Lord be high, he cares for the lowly; *
he perceives the haughty from afar.

8 Though I walk in the midst of trouble, you keep me safe; *
you stretch forth your hand against the fury of my enemies;
your right hand shall save me.

9 The Lord will make good his purpose for me; *
O Lord, your love endures for ever;
do not abandon the works of your hands.

Isaiah 6:1-8, [9-13]           1 Corinthians 15:1-11      Luke 5:1-11            Psalm 138

 

 

 

When Swords Pierce

 

Epiphany, January 6, 2025                            The Rev. Nancy E. Gossling

 

O God, by the leading of a star you manifested your only Son to the peoples of the earth: Lead us, who know you now by faith, to your presence, where we may see your glory face to face; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and forever. Amen.

 

In his article entitled “The Visited Planet”, Philip Yancey begins by commenting upon the change in Christmas cards he has received over the years. Like him, I too have noticed some things, like the shift from Biblical symbols to cultural images. The volume of cards has dropped. Pictures of family members and the “year in review” have accompanied the title “Happy Holidays” rather than “Merry Christmas.” There are cheerful angels and smiling cherubs on today’s holiday cards and Biblical quotes are rare. I wonder. Are the changes due to waning beliefs or to avoid making offenses?

Yancey claims that the very first Christmas was different in tone and messaging from today. The various Christmas pageants in our churches and schools often usurp the Advent message of being prepared, expectant, patient, and hopeful for the Christ child to arrive. Rather “even those who accept the supernatural version of events concede that big trouble will follow: an old uncle prays for ‘salvation from our enemies and from the hand of all who hate us’; Simeon darkly warns the virgin that ‘a sword will pierce your own soul too’; and Mary’s hymn of thanksgiving mentions rulers overthrown and proud men scattered.” The first Christmas story in the Bible carries a different “vibe” than some of today’s holiday cheer.  (Yancey, Watch for the Light, p255)

Sometimes I look for good news in all the wrong places. On Christmas eve, I went to church. I heard not the good news of Jesus Christ, born in a manger, on His mission of redeeming our humanity, reconciling us to God once and for all, and forgiving our sins for eternity. Instead I heard a sermon intended to entertain the masses. He held up the image of a cultural icon who had nothing to do with the gospel, or God or Jesus. Even the cheerful acclamations of “Merry Christmas” rang as hollow as the political promises we hear on the eve of an election. Marketing missed the Message.

Turning to a Christian publication for some spiritual nurture was disappointing for me as well. I found partisan posturing. Yes, like Mary, my soul has been pierced by a sword many times, too often by colleagues and family, but not by who just won our presidential election. Like many people around the world I am praying that “Jesus is our King” and no one else. Instead, in this honorable publication, I read article after article about how to survive my post-election feelings of fear, rage, and disappointment. There were suggestions about endurance. Assumptions about my thoughts and feelings reigned supreme.

Meanwhile, across the pond, the Archbishop of Canterbury, Justin Welby, resigned over his handling of the youth abuse scandal. He wrote, “The last few days have renewed my long felt and profound sense of shame at the historic safeguarding failures of the Church of England.” Failures of such kind are everywhere. Moving east, wars are continuing in Syria, Ukraine, Israel and their surrounding countries. While thuribles may contribute holy smoke to our sanctuaries, bombs and wildfires pollute our airways. Smoking guns are common on our streets and in our schools. Airplanes crash and burst into flames; human bodies are set on fire or mowed down on the streets by a speeding vehicle. Smoke fills the air. Where to go for good news of any kind?

In the Episcopal Church our Christmas season ends after 12 days with the feast of the Epiphany when we celebrate the three kings, aka wise men or magi, who arrive from the east. They are bringing presents to the newborn king in Bethlehem. There is homage and joy. There is hope. Can you imagine that scene in Bethlehem today?! What gifts do foreign kings from the east bring to Bethlehem? To Gaza? To Palestine? Surely not gold and frankincense and myrrh?

“These resins were widely available when the three wise men visited the baby Jesus around 5 B.C.E. and would have been considered practical gifts with many uses. The expensive resins were symbolic as well. Frankincense, often burned, symbolized prayer rising to the heavens like smoke, while myrrh, often used in embalming, symbolized death. Scholars think that frankincense was presented to baby Jesus to represent his later role as a high priest for believers, while myrrh symbolized his eventual death and burial.”(Wikipedia) Surely practical gifts and prayers are needed today!

I like to watch movies that are based upon true stories or ones that reflect the holiday spirits of the season. In a recent conversation with colleagues we shared the kinds of movies we like to watch. I was accused of watching Hallmark movies when home alone. And when it came to watching movies with my grandchildren, the Grinch who stole Christmas was a favorite this year.

“Why was the Grinch a grinch?” my grandson asked me. “Because his heart was too small,” I replied. “But why?” he demanded. And so I told him that the Grinch had grown up in an orphanage and that he didn’t have a Mommy and Daddy like him. So his heart had been hurt and so it remained small. Isolated, he decided to hurt others. But then, after feeling the love of the “Who’s” in “Whoville” and being invited to sit at their holiday table, the Grinch’s heart grew many times over. It is a classic story of forgiveness and redemption and the power of love over anything material.

I confess that I’ve been “grinchy.” So this Christmas, I prayed that the Christ child, who was born in that manger long ago, and will come again some day in the future, would come again into my heart this new year. I prayed that as I receive the love of God through Jesus and the Holy Spirit, I will be able to share that very same kind of love with others. My new year’s resolution? I want to be a “Who.”

“The writer of the gospel of Matthew sets up two diverging roads when contrasting the brutal Herod the Great with the Magi. Herod is fearful; the Magi are faithful. Herod deceives to cling to power; the Magi bow before the young Jesus. Herod cannot find Jesus, who is right under his nose; the Magi locate him from afar through a heavenly sign. Herod is Rome’s client king; the Magi seek the true king.” Epiphany, this author continues, “reminds us that God is available to all and is found along unexpected paths, including paths that we wouldn’t have taken or that make us uncomfortable. With God, all those roads lead to home.” Good news there! (Xian Century, Lisa A. Smith, p24, January)

Christ invites us to His table with grace. Such grace is undeserved and unmerited. Freely given, God’s love can be shared with those we hate. Even with those who pierce our souls.

 

Isaiah 60:1-3

“Arise, shine; for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord has risen upon you.

For darkness shall cover the earth, and thick darkness the peoples; 

but the Lord will arise upon you, and his glory will appear over you. 

Nations shall come to your light, and kings to the brightness of your dawn.

 

Psalm 72:1-7,10-14

Give the King your justice, O God, * and your righteousness to the King's Son;

That he may rule your people righteously *

and the poor with justice;

That the mountains may bring prosperity to the people, *

and the little hills bring righteousness.

He shall defend the needy among the people; *

he shall rescue the poor and crush the oppressor.

He shall live as long as the sun and moon endure, *

from one generation to another.

He shall come down like rain upon the mown field, *

like showers that water the earth.

In his time shall the righteous flourish; *

there shall be abundance of peace till the moon shall be no more.

The kings of Tarshish and of the isles shall pay tribute, *

and the kings of Arabia and Saba offer gifts.

All kings shall bow down before him, *

and all the nations do him service.

For he shall deliver the poor who cries out in distress, *

and the oppressed who have no helper.

He shall have pity on the lowly and poor; *

he shall preserve the lives of the needy.

He shall redeem their lives from oppression and violence, and dear shall their blood be in his sight.

Matthew 2:1-12

In the time of King Herod, after Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea, wise men from the East came to Jerusalem, asking, "Where is the child who has been born king of the Jews? For we observed his star at its rising, and have come to pay him homage." When King Herod heard this, he was frightened, and all Jerusalem with him; and calling together all the chief priests and scribes of the people, he inquired of them where the Messiah was to be born. They told him, "In Bethlehem of Judea; for so it has been written by the prophet:

`And you, Bethlehem, in the land of Judah,

are by no means least among the rulers of Judah;

for from you shall come a ruler

who is to shepherd my people Israel.'"

Then Herod secretly called for the wise men and learned from them the exact time when the star had appeared. Then he sent them to Bethlehem, saying, "Go and search diligently for the child; and when you have found him, bring me word so that I may also go and pay him homage." When they had heard the king, they set out; and there, ahead of them, went the star that they had seen at its rising, until it stopped over the place where the child was. When they saw that the star had stopped, they were overwhelmed with joy. On entering the house, they saw the child with Mary his mother; and they knelt down and paid him homage. Then, opening their treasure chests, they offered him gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh. And having been warned in a dream not to return to Herod, they left for their own country by another road.

Troubled Waters

 

3 Advent                December 15, 2024                    The Rev. Nancy E. Gossling

 

Stir up your power, O Lord, and with great might come among us; and, because we are sorely hindered by our sins, let your bountiful grace and mercy speedily help and deliver us; through Jesus Christ our Lord, to whom, with you and the Holy Spirit, be honor and glory, now and forever. Amen.

“Violence is the new norm” was the headline for a Boston Globe article by Teresa Hanafin this past week. God surely knows that our world, our country, and our lives have been stirred up recently and “everyday violence” is common. The presidential election in the United States unleashed a torrent of feelings, ranging from joyful to devastated. Fears of retribution and rioting remain. Unity is an on-going goal and a seemingly far-off goalpost.

Anxious times are typical of change and these times, our times, seem troubling. “Wade in the water, wade in the water, children, God's agonna trouble the water. See that band all dressed in white? The leader looks like an Israelite - God's agonna trouble the water. See that band all dressed in red? It looks like the band that Moses led - God's agonna trouble the water.” (Wade in the Water, African American Spiritual)

“The songwriters who came up with these verses are as sophisticated theologians as anybody can find. You've got the water imagery of danger, liberation, and healing, and you have slaves, exiles, and cripples who are supposed to get in the water because God touches the water, stirs it up, and then they get healed. This song is saying that whatever's out there, get into the middle of it because some of the upheaval comes from God. That's confrontation spirituality.” (www.thefreelibrary.com/God’s+gonna+trouble+the+water)

So who is stirring up the trouble? Is it God or us? And why? Regardless of the trouble instigator, who would want to get in the middle of it anyway and why? Are you an agitator or a peace-maker? A vigilante or Good Samaritan? A divider or unifier?

Within one week’s time, we heard news about three different troubling events. Daniel Penny was accused of manslaughter or negligent homicide for putting a choke hold on a homeless man in the NYC subway. Apparently suffering from mental illness and drug addiction, Jordan Neely was threatening people in the car. “The incident was a national controversy. Critics of Penny joined protests and characterized him as a vigilante, demanded that he be charged, and alleged that he was motivated by racism against Neely, an African-American. Supporters of Penny defended him as a Good Samaritan seeking to protect other passengers, with some donating money to his legal defense. Given Neely's background of homelessness and mental health issues, the incident also prompted discussion about the treatment of such individuals in New York City.” (Wikipedia)

So who is stirring up the trouble and why? Who is responding to the trouble and why?

Acquitted by the jury as “not guilty”, Penny still faces civil lawsuits from the father of the deceased, people who are accusing him of racism.  Conversely, others are ready to award him a medal of honor. The “Good Samaritan”, as some people call him, has won this particular battle but not the war. Given the consequences of intervening, who, now, will want to “help” in “times of trouble”? And what about our criminal justice and health care systems? Do they help us with increasing mental illnesses and addictions or are they harming us further? Are they helping the good guys and containing the bad ones?

Meanwhile, another young man, Luigi Mangione, shot and killed the CEO of United Health Care, Brian Thompson, on the streets of NYC. He was identified and arrested some five days later in Pennsylvania. While his picture, masked and unmasked, was flashed across the country, it took a McDonald’s employee to call 911, rather than a family member or friend to offer his name to the FBI and police. Why? Some say, “blood is thicker than water.” Others claim that denial or refusal to believe that this person acting in that way could be my family member is to blame. Mr. Mangione appears to have “gone off the rails” mentally and was filled with a rage that fueled his misguided thinking. Surprisingly, other people even justified his actions given their own frustrations with our health care systems. Class warfare and issues of privilege were raised

And then there is the Syrian situation, in which the dictator, Bashar Al-Assad, was overthrown as the leader of his government. Known for the brutality of his own people, Al-Assad and his family have fled the country. "When you hear Chinese dissidents singing black spirituals in Tiananmen Square, or when you hear ‘We Shall Overcome' being sung in Berlin when the wall goes down, you've got to say there's something here that is very American. And it is the deepest liberation theology. Biblically, it all started with Moses who waded in those waters. The message of salvation and freedom contained in those old songs has power today for all those who experience oppression.” (www.thefreelibrary.com/God’s+gonna+trouble+the+water)

Recent polls show that our country is politically and ideologically divided. We are polarized by deep and systemic issues that threaten our mental, physical, emotional, and spiritual health. Drones hover over our heads producing anxiety and finger-pointing. Why are they there? And who is causing these troubles?

Clearly we need help, not only from each other, but also from God. Whoever and whatever is the power is stirring up trouble among us must be channeled for good, which may mean tearing down some things that are unjust, and building up some things out of love. How we do that means lowering the temperature of our discourse and actively engaging with differences. When we lose the limits of our echo chambers, and expand our minds and hearts, we can find the healing balm of our salvation. Troubled waters can become calm. Peace will reign as our king. Joy will come once again. One can only hope. And pray.

Many people celebrate this Sunday with “Blue Christmas services” acknowledging the reality that for many people, this is a time of grief and loss. Sadness is real. Troubled waters, near and far, remind us of our powerlessness. Advent 3 talks of God’s power. And today’s canticle from the Old Testament book of Isaiah 12: 2-6 offers us a message of hope. Our blue Sundays turn pink.

Surely, it is God who saves me;  

I will trust in him and not be afraid.

For the Lord is my stronghold and my sure defense,

and he will be my Savior.

 

Advent 1 2024

 

Watch for the Light - Readings for Advent and Christmas

 

December 1, 2024

“The eternal birth is now born in time, in human nature. Saint Augustine says this birth is always happening. But if it does not happen in me, what does it profit me?” (MeisterEckhart)

December 2, 2024

“Every year we pray those beautiful prayers of longing and waiting, and sing those lovely songs of hope and promise. Every year we roll up all our needs and yearnings and faithful expectation into one word: ‘Come!’” (Karl Rahner) 

December 3, 2024

          “But he (sic) that dwells in the light…dwells in that which never dies.” (Isaac Pennington)

December 4, 2024

“I walk out onto the deck of my cottage, looking up at the great river of the Milky Way flowing across the sky. Evening. Evening of this day. Evening of my own life. I stand on the deck of my cottage, looking at the sky full of God’s children, and know that I am one of them.” (Madeleine L’Engle) 

December 5, 2024

“Condemned as a traitor for his opposition to Hitler, Father Alfred Delp, a Jesuit priest, wrote this piece in a Nazi prison shortly before he was hanged in 1945.” The Shaking Reality of Advent: “There is perhaps nothing we modern people need more than to be genuinely shaken up.” 

December 6, 2024

“To Be Virgin” is to create space. It is to be like Mary. “What if, instead of doing something, we were to be something special? Be a womb. Be a dwelling for God. Be surprised. Mary offered only space, love, belief.” Loretta Ross-Gotta 

December 7, 2024

“We live now, in the United States, in a culture so profoundly pagan that Advent is no longer really noticed, much less observed. Churches have become so utterly securalized that they no longer remember the topic of Advent. What is the subject of Advent?” William Stringfellow

A Night Vision of Truth and Power

 A Night Vision of Truth and Power

Revelation 1: 4b-8,           John 18:33-37

 

As I watched in the night visions,

 

I saw one like a human being

coming with the clouds of heaven.

 

And he came to the Ancient One

and was presented before him.

 

To him was given dominion

and glory and kingship,

 

that all peoples, nations, and languages

should serve him.

 

His dominion is an everlasting dominion

that shall not pass away,

 

and his kingship is one

that shall never be destroyed. (Daniel 7: 13-14)

 

For four years, I was part of a program called Education for Ministry, which was held weekly for nine months in the rector’s office. In his closet was the picture of a puppet, whose head was in a guillotine, and the words below it said, “The truth will set you free; but first it will make you miserable.” 

I don’t know about you, but transitions and holidays can stir up a lot of feelings in me. At times like these, we can easily get emotionally out of whack, lashing out at others with angry and resentful words, overreacting to people rather than responding to them, stuffing our feelings as well as our faces. Some of us refuse to talk about certain issues, or with certain people, or we just avoid them altogether. And yet, as a FaceBook post once related, “Of course your family pushes your buttons…..they installed them.” 

As we approach the Thanksgiving holiday, still on the heels of our recent presidential election, we continue to hear from certain professionals about how to deal with our feelings. If we voted for Trump, we’re cautioned not to “gloat.” If we voted for Kamala, we’re encouraged to process our feelings of grief and fear appropriately. One psychiatrist advised audiences to cancel their dinner invitations to certain family members for Thanksgiving. Food fights notwithstanding, there could be bloodshed. Black Friday could take on new meanings. 

My family is a 12 step family in which members can relate to issues of addiction, whether from an al-anon perspective or AA. In the program, there is a description of a certain personality type called King Baby. It describes someone who thinks he (or she) is the center of the universe and expects everyone to do as they want. Like a king, they rule with single authority. Like a baby, they are emotionally undeveloped. The world revolves around their opinions and actions. 

We’ve been hearing a lot about “truth” and “power” recently. These two words are rearranged, paired, or repeated so that the one who is speaking (that’s me right now) encourages certain types of behavior. For instance, one social media platform is called “Truth Social” although various people jump from one platform to another, searching for the truth. Tweets become X’s (not to be confused with Boston Celtic basketball star Xavier Tillman). Recently “BlueSky” has appeared as the new and preferred offering for some audiences. 

 Jesus was known as a prophet, priest, and king, who incarnated and modeled a person who would  “speak truth to power.” Neither afraid of his religious or political leaders, He represented the common person and child, and the people who felt powerless. While no one, we might argue, has a corner on the truth, and as some argue that “every politician lies”, with respect and dignity we can share our various beliefs and perspectives. Our power, however little or great, can be used or abused depending upon the person and the system. In the kingdom of God “It’s different here.” 

This year, at various presidential political rallies, certain faithful people had yelled “Jesus is King” much to the delight of some, and rejection by others; for kingship is a loaded and weighty word. As a democratic political system in our country and in the Episcopal Church, kingship can strike fear in the hearts of many people in our country today. We are a democracy, having fought a war for our own independence from the rule of kings and queens in England.Today, in our Church, we celebrate a feast day called “Christ the King Sunday.”

So why do we laud and honor Jesus as our King of kings? Perhaps because he was a human being unlike any others. He uses his power only to help and heal God’s people. Perhaps because He rules over all people, i.e., “to him was given dominion and glory and kingship, that all peoples, nations, and languages should serve him.” Perhaps because “His dominion is an everlasting dominion that shall not pass away. His kingship is one that shall never be destroyed.” 

This King of ours, Jesus, began his life in this world as a baby. Unjustly accused, condemned, and crucified He “loves us and freed us from our sins by his blood, and made us to be a kingdom, priests serving his God and Father.” And even still, as the ruler of all kings and all people, the fullness of His kingdom is “yet to come.” It is, indeed, out of this world. In today’s unsettled world, Now that’s a message of power, eternal truth, and everlasting hope.

Trust

The Rev. Nancy E. Gossling

Lord show us your love and mercy; for we put our trust in you.

Today, I want to write about something very fundamental in our relationships. Trust. Our relationships with God, people, and things are based upon trust. It is often taken for granted, until it is lost. It is often assumed, until it is broken. It is so important that we even put those words on our money. In God we trust.

       Recently, I’ve noticed that many people have lost trust in our institutions. On the heels of our recent presidential election, regardless of your choice, clearly the issue of trust in our political leaders, not to mention our media, is at play. As a country, we’ve lost confidence in our political, religious, legal, economic, health care and educational systems. Even our family systems raise questions about trust.

       Trust is broken when we experience empty promises, false words, and harmful actions. Whether intentional or not, when our actions repeatedly don’t match our words, when reality doesn’t reflect the rhetoric, when there is gaslighting, people become wary. When we suspect that people’s motives are self-serving, we lose trust in the integrity of our relationships and our systems. Once lost, trust is hard to get back. Today the psalmist reminds us. “Put not your trust in rulers, nor in any child of earth, for there is no help in them.” (Psalm 146)

Our bodies are like beautifully crafted vessels of water, jars of meal, and jugs of oil which have been filled with abundant gifts from our Creator. Throughout our lives, we offer the contents of these vessels by giving some of our time, talents, and treasure to others. Sometimes dramatically and sacrificially, we may empty them in intense moments of love. More realistically, we often make choices based upon our income and expenses. Unaware of the tiny cracks in our human vessels, we leak.

         This process of life, of giving ourselves away, involves some choices on our parts. What exactly are we willing to give up? We decide to whom, and to what, and for what we are willing to give our time, talents, and money. We raise our voices and cast our votes. We decide how much is too much, and when enough is enough.

Jesus is critical of people in power who use their positions of trust to benefit themselves and not to help those they are called to serve. Regularly, and at his peril, he criticized the religious and political leaders of his day. “Beware of the scribes, who like to walk around in long robes, and to be greeted with respect in the marketplaces, and to have the best seats in the synagogues and places of honor at banquets! They devour widows’ houses and for the sake of appearance say long prayers. They will receive the greater condemnation.” No wonder religious leaders don’t want to preach today! Not to mention the peril of commenting on recent politics, and the time of year for pledging and giving  in preparation for next year’s budget.

There’s been a lot of talk about women this year. In today’s passages from scripture, we hear about two widows who made sacrifices. One widow gave part of her last meal to a stranger; the other put “everything she had” into the Temple treasury. Harper’s Study Bible says that the “status of widows in ancient Israelite society was precarious. They often had no means of economic support, and if they were not sustained by the king or by the religious community, they were quickly reduced to poverty and forced to become scavengers and beggars. Having no inheritance rights and often in want of life’s necessities, they were exposed to harsh treatment and exploitation.” (p. 547 and 1132)

In today’s passage from the Old Testament, 1 Kings, the widow and her son were preparing to die when Elijah arrived. She had only a handful of meal left in a jar, and a little oil in a jug. She was gathering sticks so that she could prepare a final meal for her and her son, when Elijah arrived and basically said, “Give me your last supper.” Understandably, this widow initially demurred, explaining to Elijah that she really had nothing to give him except some meal in a jar and a little oil; but Elijah insisted. “Give me this anyway,” he said to her. Then “after you’ve made my cake, you can make one for yourself and your son.” Is he tone-deaf? Self-serving? Unable to “read the room”?

Apparently, both Elijah and this woman revealed some level of trust in God and each other. Elijah had believed the “word of the Lord” when he was told to go to Zarephath and live where a widow would feed him. This widow must have trusted the words of Elijah when he told her that the “jar of meal will not be emptied and the jug of oil will not fail until the day that the Lord sends rain on the earth.”

In the gospel passage from Mark, Jesus commends the widow who throws her two pennies into the Temple Treasury. It’s easy for the rich to give from their abundance, Jesus said, but here’s a woman who “out of her poverty has put in everything she had, all she had to live on.” I imagine she must have trusted her religious community to care for her, if not protect her. I imagine she believed that it was her duty to support the Temple.

It appears to me that both widows gave freely and faithfully, indeed sacrificially. There was something almost reckless in their actions. Perhaps they thought that they were at the end of their lives and had nothing left to lose. Perhaps they had learned to submit to their leaders and the laws of their religion and they trusted that they would be helped. Despite their vulnerability and fragility, they were being dutiful, displaying trust in their leaders to protect them. Or maybe, just maybe, they were revealing a deep trust in God who had promised “justice to those who are oppressed, and food to those who hunger, their God who sustains the orphan and widow, but frustrates the way of the wicked.” (Psalm 146)

To love God with all your heart, and to love your neighbor as yourself, does not mean to seek prominence and exaltation, but rather it is to be of service to others. Love is not about getting something, but rather it is about giving something. True giving, like unconditional love, is given freely, with no expectation of getting anything in return. There is almost something reckless, but deeply trusting, about sacrificial giving. It is a little scary, a little risky; indeed it is even liberating.

In Meditations for Women Who do Too Much, the author suggests that there is a direct correlation between trust and control. The less trust we have, the more we will try to control the people and events in our lives. The less trust we have in God, the more we will look to ourselves for self-sufficiency. Paradoxically, indeed counter-intuitively, the more we give, the more we get. The more we give, the more we grow. The more we give, the more we trust God to provide.

There is a great deal of mistrust, harsh treatment, and entitlement in our country these days. How is it then that we can regain the trust that we’ve lost in some of our leaders and our systems?

I believe that we begin once again through prayer. Like the widow, who gave her very last meal to Elijah, and the widow who threw her two coins into the treasury box, we can trust God to fill our empty jars, and provide our daily bread. We can ask God to repair our breaches and restore our systems. We can trust God to preserve our lives.

Do not be afraid, Elijah said. For with God, the jar never empties; indeed it is often re-filled to overflowing. And despite the promises of our religious and political leaders, ultimately, in the end, it is in God that we must trust; for God kept God’s promise of new life in the life, death, and resurrection of Jesus.

 1 Kings 17:8-16            Psalm 146          Mark 12:38-44