Anne with an E

Anne Shelby Clark, RIP                               September 29, 1939-December 10, 2019

St. David’s Episcopal Church                     Austin, Texas

The Rev. Nancy E. Gossling

            It is a privilege and honor to be with you today, especially with you my dear friend Ted, celebrating the life of Anne with an E, as she would sometimes introduce herself. Perhaps you know that Anne with an E has some very special people bearing the same name; and I’d like to tell you briefly about three of them. First, there is Anne with an E, who was the mother of Mary, and the grandmother of Jesus. Honored by Jewish, Christian, and Islamic traditions, Saint Anne, was one of the patron saints of women in labor. Now our Anne with an E, is a mother to Shelby and Kevin, grandmother to their children, and fondly called PiPi Anne by the Karen community, despite her gentle reminders to just call her Anne. She would also argue that she is no saint, and yet the remembrances today, and our final hymn, tell us a different story.

            A second historical figure named Anne with an E is Anne Boleyn, second wife of Henry the 8th, who became Queen of England after King Henry divorced his first wife. Unfortunately, unlike Ted and Anne, there were no 56 years of marriage for her. Angering many people, Queen Anne expropriated the money and lands from their monasteries for the relief of the poor. Accused of adultery, she was executed by her husband at the tender age of 26, after serving less than three years as Queen of England. Soon enough, Queen Anne’s nickname became “Anne of the Thousand Days” unlike our own queen Anne of 80 years.           

Finally, there is a popular and current day Netflix series called Anne with an E. Perhaps you’ve watched it? The show reimagines the classic book about Anne of Green Gables. It is a “coming-of-age story about a young orphan who is seeking love and her place in the world. Anne was a 13-year-old girl adopted by an older couple and proved to be a uniquely spirited, imaginative, and smart young woman, who transforms the lives of this couple and everyone else in their small town.” Aside from the differences in their ages and hair colors, these two Annes share some similar traits.

            Today we celebrate our own beloved Anne with an E who has made her own mark in history and in our lives. A grandmother and mother in her own right, she was always ready and willing to take people of all ages and cultures under her wing, caring for them pastorally like a good shepherd. As an adopted child of God, through her baptism into the life of Christ, our saint Anne would welcome the stranger, offer gracious hospitality, defend human rights, and lift up the lowly. She was a faithful member of Christ’s church, modeling her life after the Good Shepherd who we call Jesus, gathering flocks of people into small communities everywhere she lived, and caring for them as if they were her own.

            It is tempting to lament the loss of such a person in a world that sometimes feels cold and dark, unjust and without mercy. Despite her elder years, her death still came as a shock to so many of us; and tears for our loss are appropriate. As a member of a community of 12 friends from Trinity Church in Newtown, Connecticut, who gather every year in the Adirondack mountains, I’ve known Anne and Ted for over 35 years, and I always thought of her as someone who embodied our Christian faith, in both her words and her actions. It grieves me to think that we are now only 11.

Elegant in her cross-country skiing, genuflecting as she fell, graciously smiling and encouraging those of us who were struggling, Anne with an E seemed to wait patiently for good things to happen. She was child-like in her joy. One year she gave the women in our group solmate, eco-friendly, mismatched socks, because life is too short for matching socks. We giggled with delight while taking pictures of our feet.        

Life is precious and too short; maybe like the rains in Texas, it’s here today and gone tomorrow. I know Anne liked to travel, and so I imagine her exploring new landscapes in that heavenly country where pain and sorrow are no more. Life everlasting was promised to us by our Creator and revealed to us in Jesus; and so the words of scripture remind us that “God shaped us for this very end.”

 As St. Paul wrote in his letter to the Corinthians, we are bound by our earthly frames, and “even though our outer nature is wasting away, our inner nature is being renewed day by day. This slight momentary affliction is preparing us for an eternal weight of glory beyond all measure.” Anne with an E has been released into freedom, like a caterpillar who begins to fly like a butterfly, with the wings of an angel, in order to arrive at God’s heavenly home. Anne with an E. That E stands for eternal.

            No wonder we do not lose heart with the troubles of today, and the grief and losses that we endure. If we keep our eyes fixed on the things that are unseen, we will always have hope, and hope does not disappoint us. I know that Anne loved the Rocky Mountains, and I also like to imagine her there, on God’s holy mountain, where the Lord of hosts makes “a feast of rich food, and of well-matured wines. On this mountain God swallows up death forever and wipes away the tears from all our faces.” This is the Lord for whom Anne with an E has waited; and so let us be glad and rejoice in her salvation.

Isaiah 25:6-9

Psalm 106: 1-5

2 Corinthians 4:16-5:9

John 10: 11-16

A Living Hope

2 Christmas, January 5, 2020

The Rev. Nancy E. Gossling

Church of the Good Shepherd

Reading, Massachusetts

Ephesians: I pray that the God of our Lord Jesus Christ may give you a spirit of wisdom and revelation as you come to know him, so that, with the eyes of your heart enlightened, you may know what is the hope to which he has called you, what are the riches of his glorious inheritance among the saints, and what is the immeasurable greatness of his power for us who believe.

Blessed Savior, in love you came to us as a child.

Enlighten our hearts, that we may more deeply understand the richness of this gift and practice more faithfully your call to give of ourselves in love. (Daily Prayer for All Seasons)

I’m delighted to be with you again at Good Shepherd, filling in for Brian after these busy Advent and Christmas holiday seasons. As St. Paul wrote in his letter to the Ephesians, “I have heard of your faith in the Lord Jesus and I give thanks to God for all of you.” Now, here we are, on the 11th day of Christmas, with eleven pipers piping, and wise men carrying five golden rings to Bethlehem. We have turned the corner of our calendars from 2019 to 2020, and tomorrow we will begin the season of Epiphany, a time for revelation. I don’t know about you but I’m already eager to move from the dark, cold nights of winter into the longer, warmer days of spring.

Not so fast, I say to myself. Such is my abiding sin of impatience; how I can turn the page too quickly, not yet finished reading the one that I’m on. Truth be told, I was impatient for 2019 to be over. Perhaps some of you were as well? There were people with heart troubles, relationship issues, cancer diagnoses, mental illness, brain bleeds and brain tumors. Some people died far too soon; and then there is the impeachment, violence in synagogues, wildfires in Australia, and threats to our embassy in Iraq. “Where is God in all of this darkness?” we might wonder. “Where is Jesus, who is the reason for this season, and what is the good news?”

During Advent, I doubted my faith in our religious, political, and socio-economic systems, and I was sliding on that slippery slope into despair. Spiritually, I found myself struggling; and in my darkness, I was blind to God’s grace. Preparing for today, I thought about those three wise men bearing gifts, and I recalled a Christmas present given to me by a friend: a wall hanging that said, “if the three wise men had been women, they would have asked for directions, helped deliver the baby, brought practical gifts, cleaned the stable, and made a casserole.”

 I don’t want practical gifts and dirty stables, I told God. I don’t want church casseroles, messy lives, and blue Christmas services. I want clear directions on a straight, and well-lighted path, and not to wander through a dry desert wondering where my God is. Give me gold and sweet-smelling frankincense, not the gifts of myrrh and embalming oils. Give me spiritual food and merry feasts so I can be overwhelmed with joy. Give me a newborn king and a living hope, I cried to God.

Now I am not usually someone who enjoys shopping, except for groceries, but Christmas is the season for gift-giving and receiving, right? And so I decided to engage in some shopping therapy, hoping that God would bring me some good cheer. I bought a few new sweaters for myself, two Celtics outfits for my twin grandsons, and make-believe clothing for my granddaughter. I put Christmas greens in our common hallway and decorated our tree with bright colored lights. I soon realized, however, that practical gifts will satisfy me for only so long. I needed something more, something deeper, something more substantial.

Indeed those three wise men had been shopping at home before they headed east to a foreign country. Maybe they were like me, in search of a different king, looking for a new year, and not knowing exactly where to go. Guided by a single star in the dark Arabian nights, traveling into the bright lights of Jerusalem, and finally arriving in the little town of Bethlehem, they brought impractical gifts for a newborn child. Opening their treasure chests, they offered Jesus not church casseroles and baby wipes, not a new sweater or a make-believe crown; rather they gave Him frankincense, gold, and myrrh.

Like the wise men, I left the comfort of my familiar home, crossed my own little desert, and started searching diligently for the Christ child. I went on a retreat called “Waiting in the Dark” at the Society of St. John the Evangelist, where with empty hands and a hurting heart, I received three practical gifts from Brother Luke. First, he gave me some clay and invited me to pray without words. “When it is hard to pray, it is a way to quiet the mind, a way to let go and be surprised, a way to listen to God with our bodies,” Brother Luke said.

Alone in my room, I put down my monkey mind and picked up the clay. At first, I felt the strong resistance of my will. The clay was cold and hard to manipulate; pieces broke and crumbled in my palm. I began to slowly restore the clay, patching it back together again into one piece. Then angrily I pounded the clay to flatten it, realizing how the weight of sin and sickness, sorrow and suffering, death and dark times can take the fire out of our souls, the sparkle out of our eyes, and the bounce out of our steps.

Next, rolling my pancake of clay into various sizes and shapes, I felt my spirit soften in the hands of God. I laughed at the images I had created. There were french horns and basketballs. There were candy canes and Christmas wreaths. Joy and light began to seep back into the cracks in my heart. This is creation and re-creation, I thought to myself, remembering that I am a clay vessel in the hands of God. Eventually filled with a peace that passed all understanding, I put the clay back into the baggie and wiped my hands clean. That clay was pure gold.

Feeling proud and successful with this new way of praying, I was ready to receive Brother Luke’s second practical gift; and so I walked to the 3rd floor of the guesthouse where art supplies sat like elves on the shelves. “When words are few, when it is hard to pray, when we feel inadequate, a way to quiet our minds, a way to let go and be surprised, is to open ourselves to a different interplay with the Spirit,” said Brother Luke.

With empty paper, an old magazine, and a pair of scissors in my hand, I created my contemplative collage. I cut and pasted pictures and words from this magazine until my prayer meditation was finished. Looking at it, and hoping to find another gold ring, at first I was deeply disappointed.The dark pieces of my world were pasted together into one unsettling picture, a gift of myrrh and embalming oils, and not a gift for someone who was looking for new life.

            I asked God to help me see in the darkness; and then I smiled. With the eyes of my heart enlightened by faith, I began to see God’s amazing grace even on that page. Words and images suddenly appeared like photos emerging in a dark room. Below the surface of this practical picture was a spiritual message just for me. My heart began beating again like a little drummer girl. My flickering spirit began to brighten. Hope blossomed once again within me like a Christmas desert flower.

As I waited for the light bulb to go on in my brain, and the spirit of Christmas to fill my lungs, Brother Luke, a wise man indeed, offered us a third practical gift. It is called a body prayer, and I will show it to you now. If you like, you can join me in the body movements in your seats. Turning my arms and palms up like this, I pray, “You are the God of all creation.” Bringing my palms together in front of my heart, I pray, “Be still and know that I am God.” Giving myself a hug, I pray, “You are my beloved with whom I am well pleased.” And finally, placing my empty hands with palms up in front of me, I pray, “Into your hands.”

 “Ah,” I said, to God, “into your hands I commend my spirit.” Ah,” I said to God, “into your hands I commend everyone and everything.” “Ah,” I said to God, “Into your hands I give you my heart.”

Saint Francois de Sales reminded me, “Do not look forward in fear to the changes in life; rather look to them with hope, that as they arise, God, whose very own you are, will lead you safely through all things; and when you cannot stand it, God will carry you in His arms.” Like footsteps in the sand, even when we are crossing our own little desert in the dark, God is there, carrying us home.

No matter which road we take, whether we are coming into Jerusalem riding triumphantly on our donkeys or stumbling on our way to the cross, whether we are riding a camel across the desert to Bethlehem or returning home by another road, the Spirit of God is leading us and guiding us, like a beam of bright light in a starry night. God gives. We receive. And then repackaging and regifting, round it goes, this eternal cycle of love.

This past Advent, I walked to Bethlehem, carrying my gifts of sorrow and struggles, of death and darkness, and laid them down in front of the manger. Kneeling in homage to the Christ child, with incense rising like prayers in the darkness, I received God’s Christmas gift once again. With the eyes of my heart enlightened by faith, I saw the riches of God’s love, wrapped in swaddling clothes, and the immeasurable greatness of God’s power in this newborn king. A living hope and an epiphany revelation indeed!

Jeremiah 31:7-14

Ephesians 1:3-6,15-19a

Matthew 2:1-12

Psalm 84 or 84:1-8   

 

Walk in Faith

Christ Church, Needham

November 17, 2019

The Rev. Nancy E. Gossling

Let us pray,

        In the name of Jesus, Amen.

            It seems to me that Jesus is reporting live from Jerusalem today; for in today’s gospel lesson, Jesus talks about wars and insurrections, and I hear news about Turkey, Russia, Chile, Haiti, and Hong Kong. Jesus claims that nations will rise against nations, and I think about guns, bombs, and nuclear threats. Jesus says that there will be earthquakes, famines, and plagues, and I want to ask him about the fires in California, rising waters in Italy, if he’s ever been bitten by mosquitoes in Massachusetts, or heard about the 200 elephants that died recently in Zimbabwe. “There will be dreadful portents,” Jesus says. “You mean like impeachment inquiries and allegations of bribery?” I ask him. “Where are those great signs from heaven that you promised?” I want to know.

            This past Monday, we remembered the veterans of our wars and the people who are serving in the military forces today. I grew up during the cold war between the United States and the Soviet Union, when nuclear bombs were considered a real and present danger, like today in Iran and North Korea. People were building bomb shelters in their backyards, and stockpiling non-perishable food on their shelves. In those days, we didn’t have fire drills at our schools; we prepared for nuclear attacks. Today we prepare for guns.

In our churches, synagogues, and mosques, we don’t prepare people for the coming of Jesus or the great Judgment Day of God. “If you see something, say something” we tell people, and then we talk about security measures, rather than the good news of God. There are no cold wars any more, only hot spots of violence throughout our world. These days we walk not by faith, but rather we have learned to run in fear. We see through our glasses rather darkly.

I imagine that some of you, if not all of you, are following the current impeachment inquiry of our sitting president. Perhaps you are like a dog with a bone, gnawing away at that on-going process, relishing every bit of news, and cheering for your side. Or maybe, you are “over it” - angry that our political leaders are not focussed on more pressing issues, like wars and insurrections, gun violence and climate change, health care and housing, criminal justice reform, and equal opportunities for all people.

I read with interest an article written by the executive director of the Wisconsin Council of Churches three years ago. “Parishioners of different political persuasions were no longer on speaking terms. Friends were turning into enemies, there were divisions within their churches, and so he wondered, given their caustic political life, if Isaiah's vision of a peaceful public square was a naïve hope?” (Christian Century, November 11, 2016)

“Like many American Christians, I long for this eschatological image of peace to take root in our politics,” Scott Anderson wrote. “The public square has always been a marketplace of clashing ideas, the arena of competing value systems and policies that grow out of them. But the intense polarization of our era has turned the political marketplace into a toxic battleground, where political leaders who express differing worldviews are transformed into enemies,” he said.

No different than the times of Isaiah and Jesus, right? Jesus talks about people being arrested, persecuted, and handed over to the authorities, and placed in prisons. Maybe they’ve committed a high crime and misdemeanor, or they’re guilty of bribery or treason, perhaps even admissions fraud. Maybe they’ve lied under oath or been accused falsely, or crossed the borders of a country illegally. But Jesus says this will happen because of his name. “You will be betrayed even by your own family members, and hated by relatives and friends,” Jesus warns, “because of my name.”

 Betrayal. Wow, a heavy word today, and a word that Jesus knew well. “Weren’t you accused falsely?” I ask Him. “Didn’t you also stand before a judge and a jury, after your religious leaders bribed Judas to betray you? Weren’t you accused of being a traitor to your faith community and having committed treason against Rome? After you were condemned to die like a common criminal, did you not feel betrayed by your family, friends, and followers? And even by your God?”

Recalling what happened to Jesus, I get snarky. “So, how did that work for you?” I ask Him. You, the Son of God, the true prophet, and the anointed one of Israel. You, who was supposed to become King of the Jews, the Prince of Peace, and the One who would save us from our enemies. You who talked about God’s love. And yet, even You were betrayed by everyone. “How did that work for you?” I demand of Jesus.

“Sometimes, like you, I feel as if God has forsaken us,” I tell Him. “Maybe like you, I wondered where God was when you hung upon the cross, when guns killed innocent children in our schools, and bombs exploded in our houses of prayer. Who are the true prophets among us now,” I ask Jesus, “who will not make false promises, and will lead us faithfully into a future of hope?” 

Promises, promises, I say to myself, as the wheel of fortune turns ever more slowly, dividing the rich from the poor, the weak from the strong, the high and mighty from the lowly and powerless. Struggling with my faith, the political process in our country, and the violence throughout our world, I wonder in this run up to Advent, if the image of the wolf and the lamb is just a lovely children’s story that we trot out at Christmas?

In despair, rather than hope, I wonder if Isaiah’s vision of a new heaven and a new earth is merely a fantasy game upon which we bet? Is life only an endurance test to be survived, and then we die? Or is there another story, a more fundamental truth, a possibility that is just too hard for us to believe? I have a dream, I want to say, and it’s God’s dream of a new creation.

In an on-line meditation this week, Will Oxford, asked “What does your idea of paradise look like?” (www.d365.org) From the mountains in North Carolina, he said, “I think if a prophet described mine, they might say: “Hey ya’ll! In this new world, there is no such thing as humidity, all the tea is sweet, the Carolina Panthers win the Super Bowl, and all the people I ever loved are waiting for me in paradise!”” And I say to him, “You are a false prophet, my friend; for in paradise the Celtics win the NBA, the Patriots win the SuperBowl, the Bruins and Red Sox go undefeated, and my coffee is strong and black.”

In my paradise, I tell him, there are people from every language, tribe, and nation who are no longer enemies or political foes but all the beloved children of God. In this place we are free from toxic relationships and nuclear waste, and we are living in freedom and peace. On God’s holy mountain, there are no more sounds of guns and bombs, weeping or cries of distress. Indeed, new vineyards are being planted every day, and life is everlasting and sweet. With thanksgiving, we sit down for a meal, a feast of rich foods, and well-aged wines, and no one at the Table struggles with addictions, diseases, or mental health. There are no food fights, and plenty of food for everyone.

I return to Jesus again and ask, “So where are those heavenly signs that you promised?” And Jesus replies, “Look all around you; and you will see the miracle of life that God is creating even now. The blessings and signs of God’s presence and power and love are everywhere; indeed in you and me, within this church in every generation, and at this Table. You just need to look and listen with eyes and ears of faith. Pay attention. God is doing something good each and every day. Try to be a part of it.

We can walk by faith even now, if we choose, or we can run away in fear. Today, be a witness to God’s love. Testify to the power of God’s amazing grace. Hold fast to the hope that has been given to us in the life, death, and resurrection of Jesus. Surrounded by a great cloud of witnesses, let us “fight the good fight, finish the race with perseverance, and keep the faith.”  By this endurance we will gain our souls, and our labor will not be in vain.

Isaiah 65:17-25

Canticle 9

2 Thessalonians 3:6-13

Luke 21:5-19

There's a Whole Lotta Shaking Going On

St. Barnabas, Falmouth

November 10, 2019

The Rev. Nancy E. Gossling

Glory to God, whose power working in us can do infinitely more than we can ask or imagine, glory to God from generation to generation in the Church and in Christ Jesus forever and ever. Amen.

            In the second year of the President Trump, in the eleventh month of the year, on the ninth day of this month, the word of the Lord came by the prophet Haggai, saying to the people of St. Barnabas in Falmouth: “Who is left among you that saw this house in its former glory? How does it look to you now? (And) is it not in your sight as nothing?” And I say to you, “What do our churches, our political houses, our country, and our world look like to you now? Are they just former places of glory? Is there nothing to behold, only remnants of human dignity, integrity, and religious faith? And what exactly are we called to do?”

Unlike today’s social media, the book of Haggai gives no personal information about this particular prophet. No words of disparagement about his physical appearance, no comments about his age, his opinions, or his actions. Like the opponents of Jesus, Haggai doesn’t offer absurd situations for debate, like whose wife she will be in the Resurrection. History repeats itself; and so we can change the destructive courses and patterns of our past with the clarity and clear resolve of people like Haggai, Jesus, and St. Paul.

The date of the book of Haggai is “unusually precise.” It was written sometime between the months of August and December, maybe even in this month of November, but in the year 520 B.C. It includes four sermons spoken by the prophet Haggai to his people in Jerusalem. His words were grounded in the historic times in which he lived, and his prophetic message had a singular purpose and a particular focus. Haggai encouraged his people to continue rebuilding the temple in Jerusalem; for he believed that the messiah would not come until the building was done.

Perhaps you recall some of the history of Jerusalem, and how it had been invaded by King Nebuchadnezzar of Babylon in 587 B.C., some 60 years before Haggai spoke. King Nebuchadnezzar, ruling from the territory which is current day Iraq, had destroyed the temple in Jerusalem, and then forced most of the Jews into exile in Babylon, where they hung up their harps and wept. This kind of invasion, oppression, and forced migration continues today throughout our world. Imagine hostile forces sweeping over the Bourne Bridge, destroying St. Barnabas and Falmouth, and then forcing most of you into immigration camps in the inner city of Boston! And now you are the remnant left behind.

No less true today, the country of Israel was surrounded by powerful kings, who were seeking to expand their territories, protect their power, and maintain control of the people in their countries. As is often the case, uneasy alliances were made by the ruling kings. Friends became foes and foes became friends. Even their own country was divided during the time of Haggai, and prophets spoke from both sides of the borders. It was hard for people to know who to follow and what was the right thing to do.

During the time of Haggai’s prophecy, King Darius was the ruler of Persia, which is current day Iran. His predecessor had defeated king Nebuchadnezzar, and then in 539 B.C., 20 years before Haggai, he had allowed the exiled Jews to return to Jerusalem. Many of them did not; and because of age only some of the remnant remained. Recalling their exodus from Egypt, and the promises made to them by their God, Haggai encouraged the remnant of his people to rebuild the temple in Jerusalem, and restore it to its former glory. He claimed that until the temple was restored, normalcy would elude his people and the coming of the messiah would be delayed. Even though this work was difficult and costly, it must be continued, he argued.

I was fascinated by a recent article in which former President Barack Obama said “compromise” shouldn’t be frowned upon. Speaking in Chicago, he called on Americans to abandon ideological purity tests in politics. “The world is messy,” he said. “There are ambiguities. People who do really good stuff have flaws.”  Like the kings and queens in other countries, like the presidents and politicians in ours, like the prophets and priests in our history and even now; they are flawed and still do really good stuff. Indeed, like you and me; for religion, and politics, and social mores are messy.

Obama also called out what he perceived as a ‘danger,’ describing the current use of Twitter outrage as ‘not activism.’ “There is this sense sometimes that ‘the way of making change’ is to be as judgmental as possible,” he said. “Like if I tweet or hashtag about how you didn’t do something right. Then, I can sit back and feel pretty good about myself because, ‘Man, you see how woke I was? I called you out.’ You know, that’s not activism,” said Obama. “That’s not bringing about change. If all you’re doing is casting stones.” (Ed Mazza,Overnight Editor, HuffPost, 10/30/19)

Prophets like Haggai, St. Paul, Jesus, and Obama remind us that words are empty without constructive actions that follow. The restoration of our bridges and buildings is as necessary today as it was back then. Although the work is difficult and costly, it must be continued, said Haggai. Like the hard work of religious faith, social justice, and God’s mission  of reconciliation and peace. All of these costly and difficult efforts must be continued as well.

Do you remember that famous old song,“There’s a whole lotta shaking going on?” Well there’s been a lot of that shaking recently, not only on the Cape with hurricanes and tornadoes, but also in our nation and throughout our world. Political unrest, threats of wars, cyber attacks and trade tariffs, farmers and pharmacists all remind us of our human vulnerability. When we are faced with any kind of destructive force, the words of the prophets Haggai, Jesus, and St. Paul offer us words of encouragement and hope.

According to Haggai, the Lord of hosts said, “Once again, I will shake the heavens and the earth and the sea and the dry land; and I will shake all the nations, (not for destructive purposes, but rather) so that the treasure of all nations shall come, and I will fill this house with splendor.”

“The silver is mine, and the gold is mine,” says the Lord of hosts, not as part of a benefits package from a prosperity gospel, or a new government or corporate policy. Rather we have been given our time, talents, and treasure to rebuild bridges across the waters of our division, to repair the breaches in our communities and countries, and to restore God’s holy temples to be houses of prayer for all God’s people.

“Do not fear,” said the prophet Haggai. “Be faithful. Take courage.” Remember the promises of our God, who liberated us from Egypt and Babylon. “Work, for I am with you,” says the Lord of hosts. “My spirit abides among you; so do not fear.”

 “We should not be quickly shaken in our minds or alarmed,” wrote St. Paul to the earliest church members in Thessalonica, reminding them to keep on working until the return of Christ. No, Jesus wasn’t coming again as quickly as they thought; and yet they believed that He would surely come. Our God is a God of promise and hope, liberation and freedom, justice and mercy, resurrection and love for all people. Indeed, our God was there at our creation, is here with us now, and will be with us in the Resurrection. “Our God is a God not of the dead, but of the living,” said Jesus.

My prophetic message to you today has a singular purpose and a particular focus. Remembering our history, and as baptized members of Christ’s Body, we have been called by God to proclaim the good news of Jesus Christ in both our words and our actions. Follow Him. Listen to Him. Act like Him. With Haggai and St. Paul, I encourage you to rebuild your temples of the Holy Spirit, with faith and courage and hard work. Difficult and costly and necessary is the Way of Love. “For this purpose of proclamation,” wrote St. Paul, “God has called you.”

“Who is left among you that saw this house in its former glory? And how does it look to you now?”  Is it not in your sight as something to behold?” Let them see and hear on the other side of the Bourne Bridge that “there’s a whole lotta shaking going on” in Falmouth!

Haggai 1:15b-2:9

Psalm 145:1-5, 18-22

2 Thessalonians 2:1-5, 13-17

Luke 20:27-38

Pride

Church of the Redeemer, Chestnut Hill

The Rev. Nancy E. Gossling

September 1, 2019    12 Pentecost

Let us pray:

God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference. Amen.

You probably would not recognize me 30 years ago, not so much in my physical appearance, but rather in my emotional and spiritual life. I was in my 30’s at the time, and I had, at best, a fragile relationship with God. Emotionally, I had a very limited range as well. Able to smile easily, I often got positive comments in that regard. And yet, I think sometimes my smile became stuck. Like the desert sun, my smile would blaze, even when my private landscape was dark and gloomy, and my soul longed for relief from the rain. There was then, and still is now, plenty for you and me to cry about these days.

            Today’s Old Testament lesson is about the sin of pride. Now most of us have heard the saying, “Pride comes before the fall”; but pride is not always sinful or destructive. Like guilt, our pride can be both healthy and unhealthy. The “healthy pride that we all need is high self-esteem, and a reasonable delight in our own achievements, abilities, and place in this world. Healthy pride fuels progress in human affairs and is something to be protected and nurtured," wrote Mel B. (Hazelden) We celebrate pride in our human diversity, wearing rainbow colored buttons and waving various flags. Proudly, we sing songs about our saints, our alma maters, and our countries. Like a pride of lions, we gather in groups, declaring solidarity with a particular cause or belief or mission. Perhaps we’re proud of our Church.

Unhealthy pride, like its kissing cousin called arrogance, is an enemy to spiritual growth. With this kind of pride we place ourselves at the center of our universe, rather than God. Our acronym is EGO which means easing God out. The song we sing is “How Great I Am” rather than “How Great Thou Art.” Acting like little king and queen babies, we put ourselves on the throne, ruling our worlds with iron fisted control. We exalt ourselves, justifying our words and actions, certain that we are right.

We forget that we are all unique, and that we are all ordinary human beings, created with various God given gifts, and seeing the world from different perspectives. Whether we like it or not, we are inescapably dependent upon other people. Just think about the ripple effects of our weather, trade wars, gun violence, political protests, or social media. The strings of our human connections are woven together like a well-knit sweater, a world-wide web, and an underground tunnel. We create and destroy each other with our pride.

“The beginning of human pride is to forsake the Lord; the heart has withdrawn from its Maker," wrote the psalmist. Easing God out of our lives, disengaging from our faith communities, and ending our relationships can happen abruptly. In her book, The Cloister Walk, Kathleen Norris wrote, “I realized that what went wrong for me is centered in the belief that one had to be dressed up, both outwardly and inwardly, to meet God. I simply stopped going to church when I could no longer be ‘good’, which for girls especially meant not breaking the rules, not giving voice to anger or resentment, and not complaining.” (pp 90-91) 

            My heart withdrew from God much more gradually and subtly. Some of us are taught that being dependent upon others is a sign of weakness. Tightly controlling our emotions, pulling ourselves up by our bootstraps, and stockpiling our assets, we put up walls and white picket fences around our property, our relationships, and our lives. Some people call this the golden ghetto.

            I lived there for decades. When our children were in elementary school, I was a traditional housewife, and my husband Paul an international business owner. From all appearances, we looked like we were a family that had it all together. Sitting side by side in the pews at Trinity Episcopal Church, we were the model suburban family, 2 cars in the garage, a black lab in the backyard, and a chicken or two in every pot.

While serving on the vestry, I became chair of the Outreach committee; and with 4 other churches in the Danbury area we created a transitional living facility for homeless women and their children called Amos House. During this same time I also became involved in a women’s and men’s prison. Unknown to everyone except me, my marriage was falling apart. My smile was stuck. And I was too proud to ask for help.

When I resigned as a volunteer from Amos House, a fellow church member said some nice words about me at the farewell banquet in my honor. In her remarks, she described me as “fiercely independent”, a characteristic that I was proud about then and embarrassed about it now. One who is “fiercely independent” denies the reality of God and our need for other people.

Proudly, I had relied solely upon me, myself, and I to get through our family difficulties. God and other people were decorative flourishes, socially acceptable pieces of my pie, and accessories to my independent living. God forbid that I would ask for help; for it is “more blessed to give than receive,” Jesus had told me. And when asked,  “How are you?” my rote reply was “Just fine” even when it wasn’t. I frequently told myself that “God helps those who help themselves” and I could easily say to myself, “It could be worse. I could be like them.”

            Such thinking and such behavior is hubris. Like the man in today’s gospel, we presume that we deserve a place of honor because we have worked hard and earned it. Or we have done good things for others sacrificially. With a head nod to our privileges, we forget that God, any many, many other people have contributed to our success, and sometimes even to our death. Yes, externally God was a noticeable part of my life; and yes, my church was a very good thing. Yet, truth be told, internally God was absent from my very being. There was a hole in my soul that was causing internal bleeding, and who knew? Not even me.

            Without conscious thought, or deep exploration, I thought that being a good Christian was just being of service to others. I had given freely to the poor, served people in prison, and shared what I had. I had a healthy pride in my contributions and generosity. I also had a need for approval, and even more deeply, a need for love, which was hidden well below the surface of my skin. Maintaining my mask of fierce independence, pretending that everything was fine when it wasn’t, actually prevented me from having truly deep and satisfying relationships with God and those around me. It prevented me from seeing others just as they are, and me just as I am, uniquely created and unconditionally loved by God, regardless of where we lived, how we dressed, and what we did for a living.

I was blind to my own need for unconditional love. It wasn’t Bible study, or Education for Ministry, or even seminary that taught me about love. Rather it was people in my family, my church, in our community, in prisons, and at Amos House that did that. I discovered that both the ghetto and the golden ghetto are inhabited by human beings all yearning for love. Some of us have walls and bars; others have picket fences and windows. We are both poor and poor in spirit, crippled when we look for love in all the wrong places, masking our need for it with other things, and blind to God’s amazing grace.

            Many times it takes failures, or diseases, or broken relationships to see the truth. Feeling powerless, I discovered a higher and greater Power and a 12 step spirituality that crosses all boundaries and leaps over all fences. As a grateful member of al-anon, I know that humility is the antidote to unhealthy pride, and it involves, above all else, being honest with myself as well as others. I learned painfully how to “let go and let God” reclaim my life. “This is hard for me when the thing that God is inviting me to release has gained an identity, like our jobs, people, things, and ideas, so much so that it’s beginning to function for me as a god,” wrote Roger Owens. (Christian Century, Aug 21, 2013)

I came to believe, one person at a time, one day at a time, in a God who loves us just as we are, unconditionally, undeservedly, and without reserve. And invites us to grow into fuller and healthier human beings. In prayers of thanksgiving, today, we offer our sacrifices of praise for Jesus, the One who humbled himself upon the cross, enduring the shame of humiliation for our sakes, so that we might be exalted with Him.

Our humility is neither humiliation nor exaltation. Rather it is knowing who we are, who belongs at the center of our world, and who sits at the head of our table. Humility doesn’t come to us through isolation or being fiercely independent, but rather participating in many communities and relationships, and offering some of our gifts of time, talents, and treasure for the benefit of others. Recentering our lives around God, we realize that through the power of God’s Holy Spirit, we actually can perform at our highest and best selves. We can give unconditional love because we have first received it from God. For that kind of living and giving, we can truly be proud.

Sirach 10:12-18

Psalm 112

Hebrews 13:1-8, 15-16

Luke 14:1, 7-14

           

Navigation Systems

St. Gabriel’s Church, Marion, Massachusetts

The Rev. Nancy E. Gossling

August 25, 2019        11 Pentecost

            My husband Paul likes to fish, and thanks to a collaborative purchase with his father many years ago, God rest his soul, Paul has enjoyed fishing from a boat. A few years ago, Paul upgraded this boat, not only because he wanted a bigger and safer boat but also because he wanted more power. He loves his new boat. And so do I, because he can go out fishing on the ocean more safely, and I can join him for picnics in the bay. We anchor in a place where the bugs don’t bite, the sand doesn’t get in your bathing suit, the waves don’t knock you over, and I can plunge into the waters without wondering if a great white shark is lurking beneath the surface.

Paul’s boat has a navigational system upon which he relies for safety. Every year, with shifting sands and rising tides, the landscape of Cape Cod keeps changing. Finding your way out of the boatyard into the ocean can be treacherous, especially if you don’t know what you’re doing and where you’re going. Into this navigation system, Paul marks the shallow and deep waters and the buoys that will guide his path from the harbor out to the ocean and back. Without warning, fog has rolled in quickly and Paul hasn’t been able to see 15 feet in front of him. At times like these, he has relied heavily on his navigation system.

Did I mention his new motors? He replaced one engine of 150 horsepower with two engines of 200 horsepower each. That’s a total of 400 horsepower for a boat that doesn’t need that much! Jokes about Paul’s manhood notwithstanding, the engines provide an added level of safety. If one motor fails, the other one can work. If needed, Paul can accelerate quickly to get out of a bad situation. And when everything is working in unity, that is when Paul, the weather, the boat, and the engines are all in harmony, I think it’s a theological image worth exploring.

When we are sick, or injured, or hurt in any way, our human navigation system is out of tune. Conflicts and diseases will scramble our brains and our mouths. Like the walking wounded, we will limp along with only one engine working. When things go wrong, it’s as if we’re lost in a fog, and we can become fearful of what is below the surface, or coming at us without warning. Bent over with the burdens of our lives, we may feel the weight of our worries. At times like these, we feel powerless. And our souls, the very center of our lives, the navigational system that can lead us from one buoy to the next is not working. Our batteries are dead; and our fuel tanks are empty.

Knowing the truth of what ails us can set us free. It is far more tempting, however, to deny our problems or those of others. We ignore the crippled woman or the elephant in the room. We make excuses like Jeremiah, who said, “I can’t speak for you, O God. I am only a boy.” We put up barriers, like the leader of the synagogue who criticized Jesus for healing this woman on the sabbath. “Indeed,” retorted Jesus. “You’re willing to unbind your animals on this day, and not unbind this woman?”

Teresa Berger writes, “In a story that is unique to Luke, Jesus heals a nameless woman by giving her the freedom to unbend and stand up straight. The woman did not ask to be healed. She simply finds herself in Jesus’ presence. This beautiful story, however, is not without conflict. Jesus is criticized for this breach of the law. He insists that the synagogue and the Sabbath are not the only things that are holy, however—so is this woman’s life.” And so Jesus calls her over, and laying his hands upon her, he heals her, unbinds her, and gives her new life. (Teresa Berger, Christian Century, August 10, 2004)

Luke is frequently called the Beloved Physician because of the numerous healing stories found in this gospel. Already, Jesus has healed a man with an unclean spirit, a man with demons, and the boy who had a spirit that seized him. Jesus also healed a woman with a fever, a leper, a man with a withered hand, and a paralytic. When she merely touched Jesus’ robe in a crowd, a woman was healed of her hemorrhages. Then in another transfer of power, Jesus raised three different people with a mere word and a gentle touch. “Rise, take my hand, stand up, and walk.”.

Luke’s gospel tells us about the healing power of God that came through Jesus. It is also a story about a person in the midst of religious, economic, and political conflicts in his country. When Jesus challenges his religious leaders, it was like a family feud, like a teenager calling out his parents, or young adults questioning their faith. Jesus complained about their hypocrisy, their lack of response to the needs of their people, and their rigidity in following the letter of the law rather than the spirit in which the laws were written. David Tiede writes that the gospel story is a “fascinating and dire depiction of how conquered people are divided and or even pitted against each other.” (Harper Collins Study Bible (p.1954)

 Is this not true with the conflicts that we are having throughout our world today? We are conquered by sin, and oppress and pit ourselves against each other, dividing into political, economic, national, and religious camps. There is a common saying in 12 step communities that addiction is a disease where family members will circle the wagons and then shoot inside. We are all members of the human family, and  all beloved children of God. Praying to God and asking for help are good first steps towards healing, recovery, and reconciliation.

In her book entitled Healing in the Landscape of Prayer, Avery Brooke wrote, “It is easy to tell people that you are feeling tense. It is not easy to tell (people) the great ache in your heart because a relationship with your husband or wife, son, daughter, or friend has fallen apart at the seams. Nor is it easy to talk of your fears - losing your job, the operation you face, the death of your mother. But when you do so and turn with hope to God through prayer, a slow inner transformation begins that never fails to surprise people.” And so we pray for our health and salvation.

Healing is a slow process that reveals itself over time, and sometimes even surprises us. Recovery from our wounds, whatever kinds they are, is also a spiritual process. Conscious contact with God is the way we acknowledge that God is with us on the journey and as a destination. Whatever our posture in prayer, and wherever we may be, and for whatever we ask, whether we are standing bravely, sitting quietly, kneeling, or lying low, the presence of God can bring us health. Prayer is our request for God to jump start our batteries, put fuel in our tanks, add power to our motors, and help us navigate our way home.

I have come to believe in miracles; indeed as my coffee mug proudly proclaims, “Expect a miracle.” Sometimes, like the sun breaking through the fog, these miracles will appear suddenly. When you’re on that very small boat, on a very large ocean, and you’re praying for help, look for signs of God’s presence all around you. Sometimes they will look like buoys floating in the water. Othertimes, God’s light will beam across the dark waters. Or we’ll hear the bells tolling, waves crashing, and the horns of other boats coming to our rescue. God is with us in the boat, in the water, on the land, and waiting for us in the harbor. Our navigation system is called prayer.

Think about what binds you today, what ails you, and what is crippling your spirit. Ask for the healing that is needed for your family, our church, our nation, and the world. We can go it alone, or we can ask for help. We can rely on our own navigation systems or tap into God’s power. Look through the fog of this world to the promised land, and then praise God for what God has done, is doing, and will do for us today. Have courage, fill up your tanks, and start your engines. Pray for God’s healing power.

Jeremiah 1:4-10

Psalm 71:1-6

Hebrews 12:18-29

Luke 13:10-17

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Signs of the Times

In the Cultural Dictionary of the Bible, author John Pilch quotes a modern dictum that he claims is as true in the past as it is today. “The weather. Everybody talks about it, but no one can do anything about it.” Along with gun violence, issues of addiction, health care, immigration reform, and economic trade wars, I think climate change ranks right up there: issues we talk about, and yet no one seems to be able to do anything about. At least, not in the ways we can all agree upon.     

I think your vicar was not only happy to enjoy some time away with his family today, but also glad that he didn’t have to preach on today’s lessons. In an email exchange with me, he basically said “good luck” in what he called a “bear of a gospel.” In addition to his threats of fire and division, Jesus called his religious leaders hypocrites. This is definitely not a preacher’s dream for a Sunday morning sermon!

            “Do you think that I have come to bring peace to the earth? No, I tell you, but rather division,” said Jesus on his way to Jerusalem. Now that isn’t the warm fuzzy Jesus that I knew as a child. When people claim that Jesus is more peaceful and loving than the folks in the old testament, I point to passages like these. Quite frankly, given today’s gospel lesson, Jesus is not who I would ask for help when families, churches, and nations are dividing into bitter camps!

            The Bible is full of stories about conflict; and our present time is no different. Pick a subject, any subject, pick a country, any country, pick a political party, or any religious system, and you will find various levels of conflict. Some are creative and constructive, when disagreements are easily resolved and compromises are quickly found. Other conflicts are soul destroying, like world wars, hate crimes, and bitter divorces.

There are tell-tale signs when trouble is brewing. "When you see a cloud rising in the west, you immediately say, ‘It is going to rain'; and so it happens. And when you see the south wind blowing, you say, ‘There will be scorching heat'; and it happens.” Jesus was critical of his leaders for being able to interpret the signs of upcoming weather, that is superficial realities, but not the real signs of their present time. People were unhappy; and their institutions needed reform.

When trouble is brewing, we can see signs. There is a need for sameness, and a decreased tolerance for differences. Some call it herding. We comfort ourselves with narratives that support our beliefs, closing our minds to people who don’t share our perspectives. We look for quick fixes and simple answers. We attribute malicious intent; and conspiracy theories abound. Conflict creates anxiety, and as our anxiety increases, we become more reactive, less able to step back and reflect. We hurt others with our words and actions; and our protests turn violent.

Like the times of Jeremiah and Jesus, there are signs of political, social, religious and economic unrest today throughout our world. Trouble is brewing. The recent protests in Hong Kong and the division in Kashmir are cases in point. This week the House of Bishops in Hong Kong issued a pastoral letter calling for kindness, tolerance, and dialogue. Concerned about the escalating violence, the executive director of Hong Kong, Carrie Lam, said, “The stability and well-being of 7 million people are in jeopardy,” her voice breaking slightly. “Take a minute to think about that. Do we really want to push our home, this city, into the abyss where it will be smashed into pieces?’ There was soul searching by everyone after the chaos at the Hong Kong airport.

Hammers, like conflict, can be destructive. When we smash something that is valuable, we destroy something that is important, and sometimes not easily replaced. Hammers of violence and vitriol can do that to our relationships, to our cities, and our countries. When we are out of control with anger, we can be pushed and we can push others into the abyss. Hammers, however, like conflict, can also be constructive and creative. A jack hammer will break apart a road that needs rebuilding. It is  a tool that makes our jobs easier, and something that will lay a foundation for the new road to travel on.

Fires, like hammers and conflict, can be both destructive and constructive. When forest fires burned out of control in California, people died, homes were destroyed, and lives were changed. And yet when the wildfires were redirected by new fires, they became life-saving. Some species of trees actually require fire for their seeds to sprout; and during wildfires, when nutrients from dead trees are returned to the soil, and exposed to more sunlight, seedlings will begin to sprout and grow. New life can result from these kinds of fires. (Wikipedia)

Let me return for a moment to the weather. Weather interpretation was significantly different in the times of Jesus. There were no weather channels or daily alerts about upcoming storms. They basically knew what was coming, and  Palestine’s location in latitude is roughly equal to that of southern Califormia. While their weather, political, and religious issues may be similar to ours today, however, their understanding of our world was very different. Our ancestors believed that whatever happened was caused by a human being or some other heavenly force. Rain was not a result of natural condensation; rather it came from God, who also caused droughts, fires, and earthquakes. These were all signs of God’s displeasure or approval, depending upon the people and the situation at hand.

“Hypocrites’ is what Jesus called his religious leaders. “I want to believe that God might choose to work through imperfect beings like me rather than consuming us in (the) divine flames of justice,” wrote Elizabeth Palmer. “Until it comes to those people with whom I most disagree about politics, religion, and social responsibility. Then I'm right there with the prophet Jeremiah (and Jesus) in wanting to call down divine judgment upon their empty claims and false promises. And I'm far too willing to make quick judgments about my opponents, identifying them as ‘those who (offer false dreams) and prophesy lies. This is why it's actually good news that God is a consuming fire. Better God than us.” (Elizabeth Palmer, August 11, 2016, Christian Century)

In today’s gospel, Jesus said “I came to bring fire to the earth.” “If our world were nothing but a place of created goodness and profound beauty, then Jesus’ challenge would be deeply troubling,” wrote Teresa Berger.  “If, on the other hand, our world is deeply scarred, with systems that are exploitative, then redemption can come only when those systems are shattered and consumed by fire. Jesus comes not to disturb a nice world but to shatter the systems that stifle life.” (by Teresa Berger, Christian Century, August 10, 2004)

So you see, when Jesus said that he came to bring fire to the earth, the news isn’t all bad. Bringing fire to the earth is not just a message of God’s judgment and displeasure, or God’s desire to destroy those things that kill life and parts of creation. No, God’s fire is also a purifying flame, naturally cleaning up our messes, warming our souls, shedding light in times of darkness, and empowering us for action.

As “Mediator in Chief” Jesus came to restore our relationships, and help people who have become divided or are caught up in a soul-destroying conflict. Not afraid to interpret the troubling signs of his time, at his own peril, He spoke truth to power, challenged the leaders and the systems of his country, and continued his walk to Jerusalem. There, he endured the cross, disregarding its shame, so that he could fulfill God’s mission of reconciliation, and become known as the Prince of Peace.

Both Jeremiah and Jesus were prophets who called for institutional reform. They were jack hammers and fire lighters, seekers of justice and mercy, for the benefit of all humankind. Not running for political office nor wanting to become King of the Jews, they didn’t always promise peace and unity, periodically prophesying fire and division. Sometimes new fires need to be lighted to redirect our love. Sometimes old things need to be torn down before they can be rebuilt.

Prophets often speak of dreams, and God has a dream for all of us. It’s called Salvation. And while not everybody is talking about it, like the weather, God did do something about it. As a Christian, I believe that God sent Jesus to show us the way to our salvation. And yet, the question remains for all of us, regardless of our faith, what are we going to do about it?

In the words of Peter, Paul, and Mary, if I had a hammer,  I'd hammer in the morning and  I'd hammer in the evening, all over this land. I'd hammer out danger, I'd hammer out warning, and I'd hammer out love between my brothers and my sisters, all over this world. Like Jeremiah, I would remind people of God’s hammer. Like Jesus, I would light some fires. This is the Jesus Movement, which is the Way of Love, a love of both justice and mercy. Amen.

Jeremiah 23:23-29

Psalm 82

Hebrews 11:29-12:2

Luke 12:49-56

Heart and Soul Sickness

Church of the Epiphany, Winchester, Massachusetts

August 11, 2019

The Rev. Nancy E. Gossling

 “There is a heart sickness and a soul sickness in this country that politics is not going to fix,” said one commentator this past week. In his book called Breathing Under Water, Spirituality and the 12 Steps, Richard Rohr writes that “we are all addicted in some way. When we learn to identify our addiction, embrace our brokenness, and surrender to God, we bring healing to ourselves and our world.” Breathe, I tell myself, when my pulse rate increases with anger. Breathe, I tell myself, when I start holding my breath out of fear. Breathe, I tell myself, when I hear of yet another mass shooting and my sadness overwhelms me. 

Thomas Merton was an American Trappist monk, social activist, priest, and scholar, who is often quoted for his thoughts on our human condition. “No humans are islands unto themselves,” he wrote. We often have no idea where we are going or how we will get there; and yet, Merton reminds us to trust God to lead the way. “Therefore I will trust you always though I may seem to be lost and in the shadow of death. I will not fear, for you are ever with me, and you will never leave me to face my perils alone.” “Do not be afraid,” repeated Jesus over and over again to his little flock; “for it is your Father's good pleasure to give you the kingdom.”

            I walked the Camino to Santiago de Compostela in Spain a few years ago. I chose to walk with a group because I did not want to walk alone. There had been rumors about women who were disappearing on the Camino, and I wanted to feel safe. I had just moved to Cambridge and I was looking for “things to do” as I began my new call as a missionary and evangelist. Truth be told, I had way too much time on my hands, and my husband Paul had plenty of frequent flyer mileage on his; and so paraphrasing Jesus, I reminded him not to store up those treasures in his purse. In Spain, I could walk the Camino and pray for his human condition and mine.

            As I prepared for my trip, I received many tips for the journey. Get good, comfortable walking shoes, that are well worn and sturdy enough to endure 10-15 miles of walking every day. Walk at your own pace, not at anyone else’s. Take one step at a time, one day at a time. Remember that you are never alone, and there is always help on the Camino. Indeed, throughout my journey to Santiago de Compostela, doors were opened, lamps were lit, and meals were served with gracious hospitality. I never felt alone even when I was walking by myself. 

            When I started my journey of faith on the Camino, I knew where I was going. Our destination was 100 kilometers away and little signs would periodically appear, pointing the way to Santiago de Compostela. Eight days later my journey was over, and with a great sense of joy, I celebrated in the city with my walking companions. I watched the huge thurible in the Cathedral of St. James swing over our heads, our prayers rising like incense into the night air.

Unlike me, Abraham had set out on his journey not knowing where he was going. By faith, he believed that God was calling him to a land of promise, to a city with foundations, whose architect and builder is God. Believing that he would eventually arrive in a better country, indeed, a heavenly one, he trusted God to lead the way forward, and did not turn back to the land that they had left behind.

You and I both know from scripture that he, like us, stumbled many times along the way. Without little camino signs for direction, he took wrong turns. He lied and wheedled his way out of sticky situations often at the expense of others. His sins were scarlet and his hands were full of blood. His trust walk continued, however, because he believed that God was faithful, even when he was not, and he was called to be the leader of many people for generations to come. 

Appalled at what’s happening in our own country, we seek protection from our government, our elected officials, and political leaders. In a prayer for gun violence prevention, the Rt. Rev. Stephen Lane, retired bishop of Maine, wrote “God of Righteousness, you have given our leaders power and responsibility to protect us and to uphold our right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. Lead us to discern what is just in the face of powerful political forces.” Whether you are red, blue, or purple, like Abraham, we all desire a better country. We all seek a homeland that is stable, secure, and safe. We all seek places that are good for all human conditions.

“Come now, let us argue it out,” says the Lord in today’s lesson from Isaiah. In her book Fierce Conversations, Achieving Success at Work and in Life - One Conversation at a Time, Susan Scott argues that we succeed or fail, one conversation at a time. Like our politicians, create your own stump speech, she suggests, and ask yourself these questions. Where am I going? Why am I going? Who is going with me? And how will I get there? If politics cannot fix our soul and heart sickness, then who or what will? If not now, then when?

            When we begin to address our heart and soul sickness in this country, we are not called to be successful. We’re just called to be faithful; and Abraham is a model of faithfulness. So too is Jesus. We walk by faith. “To have faith is like driving in the dark with headlights, when you cannot see the road around the bend.” (01/08 Today’s gift) “Faith within us is like that bird that sings in the dark before the first light of dawn appears.” (12/20 Touchstones). 

Faith tells me that there is a city built on a hill not just in Boston, or Spain, or Washington D.C. but upon a hill that I cannot see. On that hill, there is a beacon of light and a house that is built upon a rock. Knocking on the door, I will meet the master of this house, and be welcomed into God’s arms, without condition. Jesus will invite me to sit down at His table where there is food for everyone, and there is a feast that is more than just bread and wine. 

Conversations will be plentiful. I will tell Jesus stories about my journey on the Camino and how people carried me on their shoulders when I could not walk. I will tell him about the strangers and foreigners that I met along the Way, who were his hands, heart, feet, and voice. I will recall little signs of God’s presence that pointed the way forward for me in faith, encouraging me not to fall back in fear, and telling me which fork in the road to take. I will respect the dignity of every human being who is walking with me on the Camino. 

This house on this hill is climate controlled. Peace reigns in every heart, despite the fact that we don’t all agree. With every conversation broken hearts are healed, and souls are satisfied. I wash my hands before sitting down at the Table and say grace, offering words of thanksgiving for all that God has given. The waters of my baptism flow all around me, and without fear, I breathe freely, fully, and deeply for the first time. I sleep soundly.

Where am I going on my journey of faith, on my current camino prayer walk? I believe that I am going to heaven, to a better country, to a city that will never go under water.  One day at a time, one step at a time, I will go at my own pace, because I know where I am going, even though I cannot see the end. My boots are made for this kind of walking and I trust in God’s promises. Why am I going there? Because I want to go, and God wants me to come. Who is going with me? I hope all of you, and all of God’s creation. And how will we get there? By God’s grace, and with our best efforts. HOW - with honesty, openness, and willingness.

            Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen. “Do not be afraid,” said Jesus; “for it is your Father’s good pleasure to give you the kingdom.” Until then, be dressed for action and have your lamps lit. Cease to do evil, learn to do good; seek justice, rescue the oppressed, defend the orphan, and plead for the widow. Sell your possessions, and give alms. God is our treasure, in our hearts and in our souls; and so we carry the light of Christ wherever we go. 

The Rev. Michael Battle told this story one month after the terrorism of 9-11. It is “a story of a young disciple in India who left home and traveled in search of a spiritual master. He found him sitting in prayer beside a river. The young man begged the master to teach him.”

“The master rose slowly, then suddenly grabbed the younger man and dragged him into the river and under the water. Seconds passed, then a minute, then another minute. The young man struggled and kicked, but still the teacher held him down until at last he drew him coughing and gasping out of the water.”

“While you were under the water, what was it you wanted?” the teacher asked. “Air,” the young man said, still panting. “And how badly did you want it?” “All . . . it was all I wanted in the world. With my whole soul I longed only for air.” “Good,” said the teacher. “When you long for God in the same way that you have just now longed for air, come back to me and you will become my disciple.” (Christian Century, October 17, 2001) “In a violent world,” wrote Michael Battle, “each of us is the young disciple in need of such intense washing.”

One breath at a time, one conversation at a time, one step at a time, one day at a time, we keep on praying; for the answer to our heart and soul sickness is God. Trust in God’s promises. Do not fall back in fear. Walk in faith, and believe that the Holy Spirit will carry us home.

Isaiah 1:1, 10-20

Psalm 50:1-8, 23-24

Hebrews 11:1-3, 8-16

Luke 12:32-40