Sunday, October 21, 2012

Homily: The Twenty-first Sunday after Pentecost [October 21, 2012] Washington National Cathedral



 Our Gospel reading this morning tells us the story of James and John, the sons of Zebedee, approaching Jesus with a request.  They begin, as middle school students might, with a vague preamble.  "Teacher, we want you to do for us whatever we ask of you." No fool in these matters, Jesus responds in a general way himself. "What is it you want me to do for you?" Then they come out with it: "Grant us to sit, one at your right hand and one at your left, in your glory.”  I’ve heard and preached on this story innumerable times, and as I hear it again this morning I think that most preachers, even me, have largely missed the point.  When we encounter James and John asking for special treatment, our natural tendency is to think of this story as kind of cute.  “Isn’t that adorable,” we say to ourselves. “The two Zebedee boys just don’t get it.” We smile inwardly at how quaint their request appears. 
Hearing the story today in the light of world events, I can’t help but think that something deeply troubling is going on here.  James’s and John’s request to be numbers two and three in the Kingdom of God isn’t cute at all.  Their request is actually a grab for power, an attempt to guarantee their own position in the emerging Jesus movement.  Their mistake—a common one in all religions—is that they have come to think that holiness has something to do with power.
All religions—Western and otherwise—struggle with this problem.  Great buildings like this cathedral stand as monuments to the zenith of Christendom, the period when Christianity was the official religion of Western culture. But Gothic architecture sends us mixed messages.  Overtly, it suggests the transcendent nature of the divine.  Inside a building like this one, or Salisbury or Chartres or St. John the Divine in New York, I feel small but not insignificant.  I have a sense of the scale of myself in relation to the divine.  But Gothic buildings are also about the institutional power of the church.  They project that power outward and suggest that the church, like the state, is a world historical institution.
Some of you may remember Franco Zeffirelli’s film, Brother Sun, Sister Moon, a movie about St. Francis of Assisi.  At one point in the story, Pope Innocent III summons Francis to Rome, and the two men encounter each other inside the cavernous spaces of the Vatican.  Imagine the Pope seated up at our high altar accompanied by a large entourage, all decked out in regal splendor.  And then imagine a simple man in robes and sandals walking humbly up the aisle to meet him. The contrast between the two—one the representative of a powerful institution, the other the founder of a movement based on voluntary poverty—could not be more striking.  It’s hard to imagine, as the scene unfolds, that these two men might even practice the same religion.
Something like that is going on in the dialogue between Jesus and the sons of Zebedee this morning, though in this incident the roles are reversed.  Jesus is more like Francis, James and John are flexing their imperial muscles.  They seem to think that the institutional shape of the church will be something like the Roman Empire, and that getting in early on the distribution of power will be the path to heavenly success.  Jesus—the one who gathered the movement in the first place and who exemplifies the Christian life as one of humility, compassion, and mutuality, sets them straight.  "You know,” he says, “that among the Gentiles those whom they recognize as their rulers lord it over them, and their great ones are tyrants over them. But it is not so among you; but whoever wishes to become great among you must be your servant, and whoever wishes to be first among you must be slave of all.” [Mark 10:35-45]
On Jesus’s terms, Christianity will not be about imperial rule.  For Jesus, holiness and power are not the same thing.  James and John have misread the situation.  The may have been the first, but they weren’t the last Christians to do so.  For most of our history, we Christians have struggled to get the balance right.  And we are not alone.  The same can be said about other religious traditions.  When we encounter the holy, something in us wants to make our experience mandatory for everybody else.  We think that being faithful to our knowledge of God means imposing it—sometimes through force--on others. It’s a short step from James and John to the Crusades.
Power and holiness are on my mind this morning because, for the past couple of weeks I have followed the events surrounding Malala Yousafzai, the courageous 14-year old Pakistani girl shot by the Taliban because of her opposition to their ban on education for women in the Swat Valley region of Pakistan,.  Since she was 11, Malala has written an anonymous blog for the BBC, “Diary of a Pakistani Schoolgirl”, in which she described the effects of the ongoing war in the Swat Valley and her sadness at the closing of girls’ schools. She has been interviewed several times on television in Pakistan and has expressed her desire eventually to go to medical school and become a doctor. In reprisal for her vocal advocacy of women’s education in Pakistan, Malala was shot on her way home from school in Mingora. In taking credit for the shooting, a Taliban spokesman called her crusade for women’s education “an obscenity.”  The same spokesman said, “Let this be a lesson.” [“Taliban Gun Down Girl Who Spoke Up for Rights”, The New York Times, October 9, 2012]
As we think about Malala’s shooting as an expression of religiously-motivated violence, notice the way the Taliban spokesman makes an almost unthinking connection between religion and coercive power.  Let this be a lesson?  A lesson in what? The Taliban spokesman talks as if the shooting of a teenager were a “teachable moment” in religious education. From his point of view, deviation from orthodoxy merits a violent response.  In this respect, the spokesman is the direct descendant of James and John when they ask to be seated one at Jesus’s right hand and one at his left in glory.  Their request for status has an ugly underside.  They have equated God with power, and they have volunteered to be God’s agents in wielding that power.  When faithful people try to exert coercive force—be they Christian, Jewish, Muslim, Hindu—they are making a fundamental mistake not only about themselves but about God.
One of my favorite contemporary theologians is a Roman Catholic, John Caputo.  In his book The Weakness of God, he challenges us to think of God not as ultimate power but as ultimate weakness.  He invites us to consider, in his words
. . . the possibility of a kingdom of the kingdom-less, a kingdom where there is no sovereign and no one reigns--or if they do, they have no power--an un-kingly, anarchic kingdom, a kingdom where the only power that is permitted is the power of powerlessness, where the very condition of power is that it be without power. [John D. Caputo, The Weakness of God, p. 26]
If we learn anything from the life and death and resurrection of Jesus, it is that the One Jesus calls his Father does not dwell in imperial splendor.  Instead, that One became one of us in Jesus, and went to the cross as a victim of the kind of coercive violence that we deplore in the fundamentalist terrorism directed against Malala Yousafzai and all those who simply believe differently than those with power think they are supposed to.
            James and John didn’t get it.  They thought that following Jesus would bring them power in his kingdom.  But the kingdom they imagined is not the one that Jesus offers. The kingdom Jesus invites us all into is organized not like the Roman Empire but like a meal.  It’s a community gathered around a table, a place where 14 year-old aspiring women doctors and all those without imperial status—the sick, the lonely, the bereaved, the oppressed—feed each other and are fed by God.  When we finally see things as God sees them, we’ll know that it is people like Malala and St. Francis who will sit at Jesus’s right hand in glory.  As Malala recovers, let us stand with her in that weakness, even as it grows increasingly into strength.  In standing with Malala, we will stand with Jesus, too.  Amen.

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Homily: The Twentieth Sunday after Pentecost [October 14, 2012] Washington National Cathedral



            Ever since I was in graduate school I have carried a copy of Henry Thoreau’s Walden in my car. This practice came in handy a couple of weeks ago when I found myself in the line at the District of Columbia Vehicle Inspection Station.  In other places I’ve lived, having your car inspected takes about 15 minutes.  Here in DC the process can last several hours.  Since I’ve already read my car’s owner’s manual and tire warranties more times than I can count, I was glad I had my copy of Walden at my side.
            As I began reading, I remembered the circumstances that led Henry Thoreau to move to Walden Pond in the first place. The year was 1845.  He had recently suffered the loss of his brother John who cut himself and died of lockjaw.  Henry had also had a difficult time holding down a job.  The economy was still recovering from what we would call a Recession, our parents would call a Depression, and Thoreau’s contemporaries called a “Panic”.  Times were hard for everybody, and though he was grief-stricken and broke, Thoreau wanted to show that it was still possible to live abundantly, even through personal and economic crises.
Thoreau’s answer to the question of how to live in the face of adversity, as all readers of Walden know, was to suggest that we give up pursuing luxuries and simplify our wants, so that our energy can go less toward paying for stuff we really don’t need and more toward enjoying life in all its fullness.
            Sitting in the DMV’s vehicle inspection line, it was easy to affirm with Thoreau that life is hard and that there ought to be a better way to live it.  But soon after that realization came another one:  life can be more than merely annoying and frustrating.  It can be really, really hard in more serious ways. When I looked around, I saw all sorts and conditions of cars and people, and I was reminded once again that life can often be painful and unjust. People suffer from both natural and human causes. We can easily feel that we are living in a universe with the deck stacked against us.
Henry Thoreau saw that most people were ground down by life—as he famously said, “The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation.” [Walden] All of us experience hardship. If we’re honest, we’ll admit that our human spiritual experience often begins with the experience of suffering.  We cry out as an expression of our grief or pain or bewilderment, and what we want in return is not so much an explanation as to be heard.
            The poet (and former Poet Laureate) Robert Hass tells the story of taking his grandchildren to a museum where they saw a statue of the Buddha. Because they didn’t know who the Buddha was, Hass told them a bit about how the Prince Siddhartha became the Buddha.  As he puts it,

I told them the story of Prince Siddhartha, how his father had brought him up in a kingdom of the Himalayan foothills in such a way that he would never see any form of human suffering, how when he was a young man and curious, he snuck out of the palace compound and visited the local village, how he saw there a sick man and a poor man and a beggar and a corpse, and how, overcome with infinite sorrow at human suffering, he vowed to set out on a path that would lead him to overcome the violence in the human heart. [Robert Hass, “Study War No More:  Violence, Literature, and Immanuel Kant”]

Living in contemporary America is much like being raised by Prince Siddhartha’s father.  We have constructed a world in which we increasingly try to insulate ourselves from engagement with all forms of human suffering—including --with alcohol, drugs, overwork, or medication--our own.  But those of us drawn to the life and witness of the spirit, those of us drawn into the mystery of a transcendent space like this Cathedral, we know somewhere inside ourselves that the attempt to deny the reality of human pain is not only impossible; we know that such an attempt runs counter to the whole religious enterprise. 
Like Thoreau, Jesus lived in a time of economic scarcity. And like Thoreau, Jesus upended all conventional thinking by telling people that they can actually live a joyful, free, and abundant life even in the midst of oppressive misery.  For Jesus, the trick to living abundantly in hard times is a simple one.  Acknowledge your frailty. Gather together with others.  Make common cause with them.  Share what you have. When we isolate ourselves behind our possessions, our power, our privilege; when we try to hoard what we have and protect it from the world, the forces we would flee gain power over us.  When we admit that we’re finite and vulnerable, when we band together with others and share what we have, we discover not only the inner resources of God among and within us; we discover also that there is miraculously enough to go around.  And more than that:  we discover that there is joy and hope in a life of compassion and generosity.  In the presence of Jesus, people are healed and hopeful, and there is, simply, enough:  enough food, enough money, enough companionship to get through life.
As we think together about our scriptures for today, we find two implications for us in how Jesus empowers us to live abundantly.  The first has to do with the Gospel reading we just heard, the one in which a rich man comes to Jesus and asks him the key to eternal life.  As Mark tells us,
Jesus, looking at him, loved him and said, "You lack one thing; go, sell what you own, and give the money to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven; then come, follow me."  [Mark 10:21]

The rich man comes to Jesus looking for fulfillment. He has a lot, but he doesn’t have enough. What Jesus says to this man is that he will find fulfillment not by trying to shield himself with his possessions.  He will find that fulfillment by opening himself up to life in all its beauty and ugliness, joy and pain, in fellowship with others.  When Jesus uses the famous comparison of a camel passing through the eye of a needle, he is naming the difficulty we all have in moving from fear into trust.  If I want to get through the eye of a needle, it will be an easier journey if I don’t try to take my Volvo with me. (My wife says her Mini Cooper could make it, but I’m not so sure.) The stuff we trust in turns out to be not an asset but a burden. It doesn’t protect me.  It walls me off from others and the world. Yes, life can be hard, but it can be abundant and joyful, too.  We usually let our fear of life’s pains insulate us from the joy of life’s pleasures.  The rich man in this Gospel story cannot make the transition from fear to hope.  But others can and do and will, and they are the ones who in Jesus’s words “receive a hundredfold now . . . and in the age to come eternal life.” [Mark 10:30]
 I said there were two implications for us in Jesus’s call to abundant living this morning, and here’s the second.   It’s found in a gem of a verse from our passage from Hebrews this morning:
For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who in every respect has been tested as we are, yet without sin. Let us therefore approach the throne of grace with boldness, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need.  [Hebrews 4:15-16]

Jesus shows us how to live abundantly in a world filled with joy and sorrow, happiness and pain. But more than that: Jesus’s experience of human joy and sorrow, happiness and pain, has changed the way God knows and loves us.  God took on human life and experience by coming into human life in Jesus of Nazareth. By becoming one of us in Jesus, God now knows what it is to be you.  God has experienced everything—the good and the bad—that human life has to offer.  God is not some abstract remote being out in space someplace.  God is some One who has gone through human life in all its fullness. When we pray to God—when we complain about our problems, when we give thanks for our blessings—we are praying to some One who gets what it us to be us.  That is the mystery of the Christian life and faith.  God loves accepts and blesses you with full knowledge of what it is to be you.  That’s the miracle of how we “find grace to help in time of need”. 
Reading along in Thoreau’s Walden in the inspection line, I came across another sentence, one not as well-known as the first. Thoreau says, “I think that we may safely trust a good deal more than we do.” [Walden, “Economy”] God knows and loves you.  God made this world and placed you in it so that you might live and thrive in it.  Here’s what God and Jesus want you to do.  Trust the world. Love the world. Engage the world.  Embrace the world.  Weep with the world.  Rejoice with the world.  In so doing you will not only live abundantly.  You will come to know and trust and love God.  And in coming to know and trust and love God, you will come to know and trust and love yourself. And when you know and trust and love yourself, you can serve and heal and bless the world. Amen.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Homily: The Sixteenth Sunday after Pentecost [September 16, 2012] Christ Church Cranbrook



            There is a Greek proverb: nothing is more permanent than the temporary. I have thought a lot about this saying recently, especially since Kathy and I have spent the last several days sorting, packing, and clearing out the rectory for the move to Washington. Nothing is more permanent than the temporary. We think things are going to stay the way they are forever.  And then, of course, they don’t.
One of the most temporary things of all is the effect one person has on an institution.  It always amazes me that a year or so after I leave a place, I come back to discover that they’re still managing to go on without me.  How can that be?  When you’re deeply immersed in the life of a community, you can’t imagine it continuing without you.  And then, of course, it does.  As Jonathan Sams has said more than once, all life is a preparation for leaving it.  As unthinkable to me as it might be this morning, Christ Church Cranbrook will go on without me when I leave.  Saint Aidan’s, Malibu, All Saints Pasadena, the Church of the Redeemer in Bryn Mawr, Seabury-Western Theological Seminary, all have managed to face each new day without me.  Heck, Washington National Cathedral has managed to go on without me for 105 years.  And of course, you know what’s next:  the world will be able to go on without me when I die.  The older I get, the more I hear that as good news and not bad.  It really isn’t all about me.  It’s about God’s purpose, which goes forward with and without us.  That thought is ever more comforting to me, especially at partings.
Legacies are funny things. I remember, during my first stay here, that Jerry McMechan organized the parish history around the tenures of the then four rectors:  the Marquis years, the Cadigan years, the Dewitt years, the O’Grady years. One of the quirks of my professional life is that I’ve actually known 5 of my six predecessors here. Each one of them faced challenges.  Each one of them had real accomplishments.
            But as I’ve thought about this legacy business, I came upon a blog post by my friend Tom Anderson, whom many here have met through his help with our stewardship process.  Tom is a long time friend, and he has had a significant career as a consultant to educational and nonprofit institutions about leadership, governance, development, and ethics.  In his most recent blog post, he takes on the question of leaders and their legacies.  And here in part is what he says:
Leadership of a nonprofit institution is a relay race; it is not an individual field event.  Leaders accept the baton of leadership from a predecessor and then spend some period of time trying to improve the institution they serve before handing the baton to a successor.  The hope is that a better institution, department, or program is passed on than was received.  And, that is the legacy of leadership … it belongs to the institution and not to the leader. [Tom Anderson, "Legacy . . . What Legacy?" http://andersonandtyner.com/2012/08/legacy-what-legacy/]

That’s the way Tom put it.  The Greeks might put it this way: Nothing is more permanent than the temporary. Love, admire, and respect my six predecessors here at Christ Church as I do, I have finally to admit that what makes this parish great and unique among large suburban churches in the United States has less to do with them than it does with you in the pews. I’m not just saying this to suck up on my last Sunday. Sure, great rectors here have provided great leadership, but a leader is really only important to the extent that he or she can tap into the deep commitments of a community and bring out the talents and energies of its members.  My former bishop and good friend Fred Borsch used to say that a parish rector is really a coach.  Since my only coaching experience was as a Lamaze coach, and that performance got mixed reviews, I had a bit of trouble with Fred’s metaphor.  But you know what he means.  A parish rector is more like a coach or an orchestra conductor, less like a star athlete or soloist.  The skill lies in understanding the missional priorities of the faith community and organizing its ministry around those priorities.  You already had the vision before I came here.  My real achievement, to the extent I had one, was tapping into it.

What is that vision?  When I say that Christ Church Cranbrook is unique among large suburban churches in the United States, what I mean is this:  if you think back on the history of this parish, it has always been a community that cared both about its own neighborhood and about the larger Detroit metropolitan area.  If you read the parish history, you’ll see that from its very inception, Christ Church Cranbrook was involved in the issues that defined Detroit in the 20th century: racism, poverty, regional concerns, open housing.  Many of our clergy and parishioners were involved in the genesis of nonprofit organizations like Crossroads, the Lighthouse, and FocusHope.  Care for the community—and by community I mean the whole area we’ve come to call “Southeastern Michigan”—has always been a hallmark of Christ Church Cranbrook.  You can’t say that about most parishes in affluent zip codes like this one.  Christ Church is most itself when it lives out its mission as a parish where people from this community can give of their resources, skills, and energies not only to alleviate human suffering but also to make real systemic change in the world.  Our current partnerships with FocusHope and with All Saints Pontiac are in the great tradition of this parish’s deepest commitments. Beth Taylor has developed these partnerships in collaboration with parishioners who are passionate about Christ Church’s leadership role in Detroit.

There’s another part to that vision, and it has to do with children.  This has always been a parish dedicated to the nurture of children in the Christian faith and life. Dianthea Higgins, the great Christian educator who served here for so many years, made this place a national laboratory for Christian Education in the 1950s and 1960s.  She was retired by the time I first joined the staff here in 1978, but I knew her also, and she was really something—the kind of leader who could encourage and inspire.  But in the end she, too, was someone who simply read the community aright and called forth the gifts and energies that were latent in it.  Christ Church Cranbrook is most itself when it cares for the wider community.  And Christ Church Cranbrook is most itself when it cares for and advocates for children.  Our current renaissance in children and youth ministry is due both to the talents of Jessica and Beth and to their ability to bring forth what is already at work in you.

I mention outreach and youth because even though they’re essential to this place’s self-understanding, in times of stress they can fall by the wayside.  So I want to make a pitch that these two missional areas remain high priorities in the years ahead.  In holding up outreach and youth, I don’t mean to slight worship and pastoral care, each one a long-time strength of Christ Church. John Repulski is the most talented church musician I have ever known, period.  Joyce Matthews has outstanding and deep pastoral gifts.  Worship and pastoral care are an essential part of the Christ Church fabric, and their longstanding excellence here is obvious to all observers. But worship and pastoral care will always be strong because they are elemental to all churches.  Outreach and youth will always be more of a stretch.

And there’s one more thing—a kind of rectorly, super-secret priority.  And that’s spiritual depth.  I asked Jonathan Sams to come here because of my intuitive sense that it is spiritual depth—real people praying, reading the Bible, sharing their faith stories together—this is what makes a faith community vibrant and healthy.  Jonathan has already organized daily Morning Prayer here in St. Paul’s Chapel Monday through Thursday.  Beth and the clergy are taking on The Bible in One Year on Sunday mornings at 9:00.  I don’t know this scientifically, but I do know it experientially:  the prayer life of a Christian community is what will sustain it both as an institution and as a source of strength and hope in the lives of its people. If I have one piece of advice to this parish, it is this:  read your Bible and say your prayers.  Everything else will flow from that.

By now, you’re thinking to yourself, “This sounds more like Washington’s Farewell Address than it does like a sermon!”  So lest you drive home feeling bereft of homiletical input, consider this:

In today’s Gospel, there are a lot of things happening.  It has become clear to Jesus’s followers that he’s not just a faith-healing teacher:  he’s something more, the Messiah, the Christ, the incarnate Son of God.  Peter is the first disciple to get this.  And once he does, Jesus feels the need to take them step-by-step into the depth of what it means. 

So he says several things.  But here is the one that stands out to me:

‘If any want to become my followers, let them deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me. For those who want to save their life will lose it, and those who lose their life for my sake, and for the sake of the gospel, will save it.’ [Mark 8: 34b-35]


          What we learn over time in the church is this: life is good and beautiful and holy and true to the extent that we come, with Jesus, to live not for ourselves alone but for others. In a world of anxious individualism, we are schooled by our culture to think that it’s all, finally, about me.  But it’s not about me.  It’s about us.  The real answer to everything we fear—loneliness, alienation, want, loss--lies in reaching out and making common cause with others.  Jesus showed that life is abundant when we band together and share it with others. It is not about me.  It is about us.  If you want to save your life, you should lose it in service to and companionship with those who are like you and those who are not.  That is the teaching of Jesus, and it is the legacy of Christ Church Cranbrook.  I will always treasure this parish, its people, and what it stands for.  Nothing is more permanent than the temporary. I don’t have a legacy.  We all do. Let’s celebrate it.  Let’s give thanks for it.  And even though we’ll be separated geographically, we can still live into it, together. Nothing is more permanent than the temporary.
Our time together, like all human sojourns, has been temporary.  Our places in each others’ hearts will always abide. Amen.