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- 02/21/17--12:41: _Casting Stones, Cat...
- 03/01/17--14:28: _what the world needs
- 03/08/17--13:14: _human flourishing
- 03/15/17--13:33: _A Prayer of St. Pat...
- 03/22/17--08:36: _important gathering
- 03/29/17--15:05: _praying shapes beli...
- 04/05/17--14:13: _Merton's prayer, again
- 04/11/17--12:32: _red and torn, fresh...
- 04/19/17--10:30: _Christ bearers
- 04/26/17--13:15: _baptism, thirty yea...
- 05/03/17--14:13: _to circle the drain...
- 05/09/17--12:05: _American Gospel
- 05/17/17--09:57: _to make or not to m...
- 05/23/17--11:37: _the inner life and ...
- 05/31/17--09:19: _the uncool parts of us
- 06/06/17--11:39: _This isn't a rehearsal
- 06/28/17--14:38: _HOPE
- 07/05/17--07:07: _a nation, a sword, ...
- 07/10/17--16:55: _my next tattoo
- 07/19/17--11:28: _our nation and our ...
- 02/21/17--12:41: Casting Stones, Catching Stones
- 03/01/17--14:28: what the world needs
- 03/08/17--13:14: human flourishing
- 03/15/17--13:33: A Prayer of St. Patrick
- 03/22/17--08:36: important gathering
- 03/29/17--15:05: praying shapes believing
- 04/05/17--14:13: Merton's prayer, again
- 04/11/17--12:32: red and torn, fresh and fair
- 04/19/17--10:30: Christ bearers
- 04/26/17--13:15: baptism, thirty years ago today
- 05/03/17--14:13: to circle the drain, or to break out of the current
- 05/09/17--12:05: American Gospel
- 05/17/17--09:57: to make or not to make "trouble"
- 05/23/17--11:37: the inner life and the outer life
- 05/31/17--09:19: the uncool parts of us
- 06/06/17--11:39: This isn't a rehearsal
- 06/28/17--14:38: HOPE
- 07/05/17--07:07: a nation, a sword, a peace
- 07/10/17--16:55: my next tattoo
- 07/19/17--11:28: our nation and our orientation
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens." So says Ecclesiastes.
Some words carry an electric charge. They are high voltage, we could say. They get our attention, and perhaps leave us disconcerted, even shocked.
“Hypocrite” is one of those words.
Nobody wants to be called a “hypocrite,” and, indeed, nobody wants to be a hypocrite.
Someone who acts a part. An imposter.
Versus someone who is authentic:
The real McCoy, the real deal, the real thing.
That's what we want to be.
Alms, prayers, fasting. Spiritual practices, disciplines.
That’s fine, Jesus says. That’s good and right. But don’t be merely going through the motions, making a presentation, giving an impression.
Otherwise, there will be no blessing in it, no reward.
The reward, the blessing comes when the outer and the inner are aligned, our Lord wants us to know; when our heart and our actions are one; when, through those spiritual disciplines, we offer our hearts to God, we make our hearts available to God.
I can’t help but think of what we call the Collect for Purity, which we pray every Sunday morning as a part of each Eucharist. The Collect for Purity began, centuries ago, as a private prayer the priest said in the sacristy while preparing for worship, but, eventually, it was incorporated into the service itself, so it could be prayed on everyone’s behalf, as some of the very first words spoken in worship:
Almighty God, to you all hearts are open, all desires known, and from you no secrets are hid: Cleanse the thoughts of our hearts by the inspiration of your Holy Spirit, that we may perfectly love you, and worthily magnify your holy Name; through Christ our Lord. Amen.
I remember distinctly the first time I heard the words spoken: "human flourishing." It was in an Anglican theology class at Virginia Theological Seminary, on a sunny, cool day, with Dr. Scott, one of our theology professors, speaking in his animated, earnest way, a glow about him. And immediately I found the words nothing less than exhilarating, the fullness, the comprehensiveness, the goodness of God's desire and vision for all the children of God.
Pete Nunnally shared a fresh take on an old classic this week in staff meeting. Entitled "The Prayer of St. Patrick," it has traditionally been known as "St. Patrick's Breastplate." With St. Patrick's Day coming up this Friday, it's a pleasure to offer you this newer and different version of one of the great old prayers of the Christian tradition:
Afterward, I asked Fin (our seven- year-old) what he thought he would remember about the experience. The word he used was that it was "important." Which led me to ask Nelson (our eleven- year-old) how he'd sum up what we'd participated in. His word was "gathered." And Nelson was very conscious of and impressed by the wide array of people and faiths represented, as we stood with, I suppose, a couple of hundred Richmonders on Sunday, at the Emek Sholom Holocaust Memorial Cemetery.
There is a centuries old saying, Lex orandi, lex credendi. It means literally, “The law of prayer [is] the law of belief.” What it means for us Anglicans is that, if you want to know what we believe, you’ll find that in our Book of Common Prayer. Indeed. In a word, praying shapes believing.
It is one of the great prayers in all of modern Christianity, one whose return is always welcome, like an old friend. I was reminded of Thomas Merton’s famous prayer while listening to an episode of the podcast "On Being," in which Krista Tippett interviews Fr. James Martin, S.J., who describes Merton’s prayer as “a prayer everyone can pray.” Indeed. And somehow it seems especially timely as we prepare for the journey through Holy Week.
As together we move through Holy Week, I’d like to offer you, for your reflection, the following excerpt of a poem, “The Everlasting Mercy,” by the English poet John Masefield (1878-1967). In the poem, the poet speaks from a place of struggle (“red and torn”) toward a vision of new life (“fresh and fair”), in company with Christ. It is the arc of Holy Week, it is the arc of our shared life in Christ.
Every Easter brings to mind, for me, the following blessing:
Risen Christ, give us a heart for simple things: love, laughter, bread, wine, dreams.
Fill us with green-growing hope and make an Easter people, whose song is Alleluia, whose sign is Peace, and whose name is Love. Amen.
I learned the prayer from the late Rev. Edward H. Kryder, a friend and teacher. And, really, one of my heroes in the faith. Edward taught Gena and me at Virginia Seminary, became a dear friend, and presided at our wedding.
The Light of Christ shone through Edward. To borrow a line, to know him was to love him. To know him was be be inspired to live a more Christ-like life. Because that's what he did. Every day. His spirit had both an iron strength as well as a kind warmth.
Eastertide is as good a season as any to take a moment to think about those in whom the Light of Christ has shone brightest for us. Who has that been for you, and who is it now?
Let us thank God for those Christ bearers, each and every one.
Circling the drain. That's what it's sometimes like when we let ourselves get swept into a current of negative thoughts.
This week I finished reading John Meacham's American Gospel: God, the Founding Fathers, and the Making of a Nation. I commend Meacham's book to you (and not only because he's a Sewanee man! -- we overlapped on the Mountain for two years, if I recall).
Each of us on our own stool, we sat in a row with our palms flat on the countertop in front of us, our heads down and eyes closed. The lurid whispers burst into loud shouting, then back again into a breathy intensity, flashing up against one ear, then the other, then back again; along with the crashing sounds of breaking glass and of pounding on the countertop, accompanied by vibrations running up our arms, and kicks against the bases of our stools, vibrating through our whole bodies.
"Just because you're mad doesn't make you a prophet."
For me, an absolutely essential part of going on retreat is taking with me one deep, good, spiritually-rich read of easily manageable length (125-175 pages). This last week, while I was with the monks, it was Nadia Bolz-Weber's Accidental Saints: Finding God in All the Wrong People, which I've been meaning to read since it came out in 2015. And it did not disappoint. As with her earlier Pastrix: The Cranky, Beautiful Faith of Sinner & Saint, there is an endearing, compelling authenticity in Nadia's storytelling that is inspiring and even, I want to say, contagious.
Born with a heart defect, Eldridge wasn't supposed to live to be 20. When he reached 50, he celebrated by swimming 25 laps in an Olympic-size swimming pool. And then, as the close of another quarter-century neared, he told friends that there were two things left he wanted to do, reach 75 and finish the book he'd been researching for 25 years. He did both. And, as the superior of the Society of St. John the Evangelist (SSJE) said of Eldridge at his funeral, "He delighted in being alive."
The Gospel Ship is one of the most ancient of Christian images. In Jerusalem, there is a drawing of the Gospel Ship, down in the depths of the Church of the Resurrection (also known as the Holy Sepulcher), dating to the year 300, graffiti left by pilgrims, with the words in Latin, "Lord, we have come."
Sometimes we hear something freshly. Thank God.
"Jesus is the center of our faith. Community is the center of our lives. Reconciliation is the center of our work."
So says Palmer Becker, a theologian in the Mennonite tradition.
My next tattoo, I think. (Wink, wink.)
Seriously though, I commend Becker's words to you for your reflection. They capture with such freshness, it seems to me, so much that is essential to who we aspire to be.
What would you say our nation needs more of?