Sunday, July 15, 2012

I preached this at S. Paul's Sacramento on July 15th. 


Sermon for July 15, 2012  Proper 10 B RCL




Mark 6:14-29
King Herod heard of the demons cast out and the many who were anointed and cured, for Jesus' name had become known. Some were saying, "John the baptizer has been raised from the dead; and for this reason these powers are at work in him." But others said, "It is Elijah." And others said, "It is a prophet, like one of the prophets of old." But when Herod heard of it, he said, "John, whom I beheaded, has been raised."
For Herod himself had sent men who arrested John, bound him, and put him in prison on account of Herodias, his brother Philip's wife, because Herod had married her. For John had been telling Herod, "It is not lawful for you to have your brother's wife." And Herodias had a grudge against him, and wanted to kill him. But she could not, for Herod feared John, knowing that he was a righteous and holy man, and he protected him. When he heard him, he was greatly perplexed; and yet he liked to listen to him. But an opportunity came when Herod on his birthday gave a banquet for his courtiers and officers and for the leaders of Galilee. When his daughter Herodias came in and danced, she pleased Herod and his guests; and the king said to the girl, "Ask me for whatever you wish, and I will give it." And he solemnly swore to her, "Whatever you ask me, I will give you, even half of my kingdom." She went out and said to her mother, "What should I ask for?" She replied, "The head of John the baptizer." Immediately she rushed back to the king and requested, "I want you to give me at once the head of John the Baptist on a platter." The king was deeply grieved; yet out of regard for his oaths and for the guests, he did not want to refuse her. Immediately the king sent a soldier of the guard with orders to bring John's head. He went and beheaded him in the prison, brought his head on a platter, and gave it to the girl. Then the girl gave it to her mother. When his disciples heard about it, they came and took his body, and laid it in a tomb.

The Homily

Todays readings are quite the mixed bag!  We have King David and the company dancing in front of the Ark of the Covenant as they lead it back into Jerusalem.  Back from where it was left for nearly 20 years sitting in the house of a Levite.  It is a joyous celebration.  The return of the seat of God to its rightful place in the city of David.  In Jerusalem.  It must have been quite a spectacle.  Contrast that with the passion of John the Baptist.  First we hear that Herod is convinced – being a quite superstitious fellow, that this Jesus of Nazareth must be John the Baptist come back form the dead.  And then we have the story of how John came to be killed.  The story of the weak leader Herod following up on a promise to a dancing girl who’s mother had it in for John.  The beheading of a charismatic leader.  What is a preacher to do!  It is tempting to avoid the Gospel lesson in its entirety and preach on King David.  And perhaps that is what I will do!

But first it is interesting to think about why is this story in Mark anyway.  Mark is what another preacher referred to as the “Readers Digest Version” of the Gospel.  It is so short and this section on the beheading of John the Baptist is the only story in the Gospel of Mark that is not about Jesus or the Disciples.  So why is it here?  It must be important.  Perhaps if we look at it in context?  This comes right after the section of Jesus sending out the twelve disciples to heal the sick and to cast out demons and just before the story of the feeding of the 5000.  It seems odd to me and Lynell asked the question how do we explain a story where evil seems to have the upper hand?  I honestly don’t know.   It does seem like evil triumphs in this story.  Is it a cautionary tale that discipleship has inherent risks?  Is this a concrete example of what can happen if we take up our cross to follow Jesus? That is what a number of preachers that I look to seem to indicate.  But I am not buying it. I believe that evil does not win.

 It seems to me that one of the recurrent threads in the Gospel is that God does not act as humankind expects God to act.  If we think back to the birth narratives we have Mary.  A single unwed young women who bears God’s son in a manger.  A Messiah born among the animals and not in a palace.  We have Jesus healing the outcast and hanging out with sinners.  We have stories of forgiveness.  A Messiah who is willing to suffer death to prove that love cannot die.  So I don’ t think this is only a cautionary take of what might happen if we take of the prophetic role.  It is true that prophets both ancient and modern are looked at askance by a society that still – over 2000 years after the death of Jesus values power and position over healing and love.  But I think that is what we are called to do.  We are called to show love to the loveless.  To follow the example of a God that does not take death as a final answer.  I think our God would much rather we dance in joy like David did leading the Ark back to Jerusalem.

In the next couple of months St Paul’s is going to develop a Strategic Plan.  Now I bet I know what some of you are thinking?  How does developing a strategic plan relate to the Gospel mandate to Love God and Love our Neighbors?  Well one answer is that we are not just planning.  We are also going to look at vision and mission.  St. Paul’s recently got a new permit for the temporary building that serves as our Parish hall.  The city said that we can keep using the building for ten more years.  After that we have to do something else.  We can let the space revert back to a parking lot or we can plan to do something else.  We can plan on how we can serve our neighbors and each other.  We can try and discern where God wants us to be and wants us to do as a people on this corner of 15th and J streets or we can go on auto pilot and let 10 years go by without any planning.  Your vestry has decided that we would rather not be surprised in 10 years and would like to work towards figuring out what might replace the current temporary building.

So the first step is going to be some visioning.  We want to hear from all of you.  What do you value being at St. Paul’s and where you would like to see us grow?  Where and how is God calling us to bring his loving reign to this corner?  Now I know that some of you may feel that we have done this before.  You are right.  We have looked at vision and mission in the past.  This time we are doing it with an eye to creating a plan for how we are going to deal with the loss of our current parish hall.   We want to explore where you the people of St. Paul’s see us going.  What is it about St. Paul’s that keeps us alive?  Our demise has been predicted before but God seems to want us on the corner.  We are a healthy congregation and I see many wonderful ministries being done by you the people of St. Paul’s.  The process of visioning and planning will let us capture where the energy is in this place.  The process of visioning needs all of you to participate.  We have enlisted the help of Rick Larkey – Alex’s dad – do assist us in this process

Peter Steinke, in his book on grounding change in mission and hope,  reminds us that we are here to help mend the world.  That “[e]ach person participates in the mending assignment in his or her own way.  Also, each congregation subscribes to a specific way of mending.  Thus, some people seek to change policies that disregard people’s dignity.  Yet others become quite helpers and caring friends.  A portion of the congregation enjoys teaching the gospel.  A smaller number serve with prophetic voices.  [God] embraces small gifts and large ones.  Your response of mercy, generous offering, or shared witness makes a difference.  In no way is God’s future dependent on out offerings, but the new creation is open to all gifts of our hands and hearts.  We are part of God’s creative scheme when we care for something larger than our selves.  What could be more creative that to see the image of Christ in the face of the stranger or hear Christ’s voice in the cry of the starving Child?”[1]

So that is what we are going to do.  We are going to see where our gifts and passions are as a parish.  We are going to come up with a plan to see those gifts and passions grow.  It may mean that we partner with an other organization who also needs space to build a multi-user building where our parking lot is.  Perhaps we decide that we don’t need a building.  It is all up to the people of St. Paul’s.  To start this process we are going to have a series of all parish meetings.   To that end on August 5th we will have one service at 9:00 followed by a parish meeting.  Rick Larkey will help us explore where we have been, where we are and where we are going.  We will have 2 additional Sundays where we will have one service followed by facilitated discussion.  They will be on September 5 and September 30th.  We really want to hear from each and every one of you.  For those of you who “don’t do meetings” or prefer to provide input in other ways we will have multiple opportunities for you to share your hopes and dreams.  For example we are planning on using on-line survey tools as well for people to provide input. 

As I see it we do have a choice.  We can choose to live in a world where we react to events.  Where we react to the evil that we see happening or we can choose to help facilitate God’s dream.  A dream where we see reversals.  Where the hungry are fed. Where the loveless are loved.  Where nothing,  not even death can stop God’s love.  Lynell said “St. Paul's is facing the removal of a building and the costs of replacing it bigger than our cumulative wealth.  The voice of evil says, "it can't be done".  The call is to place ourselves before God and ask, “What would you have us do?”  How can we be the prophets voice in our generation?”  I invite you to join together to show the world that evil does not win.  To listen to each other and to find ways that we can continue to be Christ’s hands, feet and heart on this corner of 15th and J and throughout our lives.


[1] Steinke, Peter L.  “A Door St Open – Grounding Change in Mission and Hope”  The Alban Institute 2010. pg 108
 

Saturday, July 14, 2012

Pentecost Sermon

I preached this sermon on Pentecost 2012 at St. Paul's


Sermon for Pentecost Year B RCL 2012


Jesus said to his disciples, "When the Advocate comes, whom I will send to you from the Father, the Spirit of truth who comes from the Father, he will testify on my behalf. You also are to testify because you have been with me from the beginning.

"I did not say these things to you from the beginning, because I was with you. But, now I am going to him who sent me; yet none of you asks me, `Where are you going?' But because I have said these things to you, sorrow has filled your hearts. Nevertheless I tell you the truth: it is to your advantage that I go away, for if I do not go away, the Advocate will not come to you; but if I go, I will send him to you. And when he comes, he will prove the world wrong about sin and righteousness and judgment: about sin, because they do not believe in me; about righteousness, because I am going to the Father and you will see me no longer; about judgment, because the ruler of this world has been condemned.

"I still have many things to say to you, but you cannot bear them now. When the Spirit of truth comes, he will guide you into all the truth; for he will not speak on his own, but will speak whatever he hears, and he will declare to you the things that are to come. He will glorify me, because he will take what is mine and declare it to you. All that the Father has is mine. For this reason I said that he will take what is mine and declare it to you."

Come Holy Spirit our souls inspire ,
And lighten with celestial fire! (From Hymn 504)

Today we celebrate the Gift of the Holy Sprit to the Church.  The gift of the Holy Spirit to us.  But what does that mean?  What does it look like?  What are we to do with this gift?  One writer wrote that the problem with the gift of the Holy Spirit is that we don’t know what to do with it or really what it is.  He said that it is like un-wrapping a present and looking in and not being sure what is in the box.  Dr. Thomoas wrote “As you pull off the ribbon and the wrapping paper, all the eyes in the circle are on you. You open the box and there it is....

But is it a pencil sharpener or a coffee grinder?

...a scarf or a bread napkin?

... earrings or fishing lures?”  (The Rev. Dr. Thomas G. Long What’s the Gift? http://day1.org/3822-whats_the_gift)

For many of us that is how we feel about the gift of the Holy Spirit.  What is it and what are we to do with it.  Perhaps our biggest problem with God the Holy Spirit is that we cannon contain her.  The creative Spirit that we celebrate today is at the same time disruptive and creates safety (Working preacher.org)  SO what are we to do with the gift?

When I read the lessons today I wished we could swap the reading of John and Acts.  Reading John after reading Acts is someone anticlimactic.  In John Jesus tells us that when he is gone he will send the Advocate to us. 

Now as a side note I have a little problem using a masculine pronoun to with the Holy Spirit.  In many places in the Bible the creative life giving spirit of God is described using feminine imagery. So I am going to try and use feminine pronouns when I speak about the Spirit today.

In our Gospel reading today Jesus promises us that the spirit will open up to us the things that Jesus wanted to tell us that we are not ready to hear or to understand.  And this is probably my biggest beef with trying to read the Bible literally and stopping our interpretation and understanding of God with what is written in our bibles.  I have a problem when we try to set our understanding of God with only what was revealed in the scriptures.  Especially when we read today that "I still have many things to say to you, but you cannot bear them now. When the Spirit of truth comes, she will guide you into all the truth; for she will not speak on her own, but will speak whatever she hears, and she will declare to you the things that are to come. “. Jesus promises us that God’s revelations are going to continue.  That God will continually try to open our eyes to the truth.

In the story in the book of Acts we read of the Spirit descending on the Apostles.  I love the metaphor of the spirit settling on the Apostle’s heads like flames of fire.  The event however was not a private one.  The gift of the Spirit broke open the self-imposed tomb that the Apostle’s had been living in.  It finally got them out of the locked room and out with the people.  It was a disruptive event.  So disruptive that people thought the Apostle’s were drunk!  The neat thing for me is that even though on one hand the spirit was disruptive it also was inclusive at the same time.  All of the people – no matter where they were from – could understand the Apostles as though they were speaking the various native languages.  It opened up not just the Apostles but the people were able to understand as well.

So where do you see the Holy Spirit working today?  In many ways I think the Holy Spirit is aching to make a return performance of the type we heard about proclaimed in the story of the Dry Bones in Ezekiel.  In many places and in many of our lives there are dry places.  Places we think God cannot reach.  I believe God is aching to breath her wonderful creative spirit on all of us especially in our dry places.  To release that powerful creative spirit that has been part of creation from the very birth of creation.  At the Bishops conference a few weeks ago one of the speakers used the story of the Dry Bones as a metaphor for re-imagining the church.  If we can envision God taking a valley piled high in very dry bones and putting them back together, sinew on sinew, flesh on flesh, then why can’t we imagine it happening today?  If we can imagine God breathing the life given spirit into the people of ancient times why can’t we imagine it today?

Well one reason is that it is scary!  We don’t really want to have a bunch of dry bones reassembled into flesh bearing bodies and re-animated.  We would rather, as the old saying goes, let sleeping dogs lie!  But that is not what we are called to do.  God calls us to be spirit bearers in our world.  To open our hearts, minds and bodies to both recognize the spirit and to let the spirit work thorough us. 

I can tell you it is scary.  One of the most intense experiences I had of the spirit working through me happened one time when I was writing a sermon.  I had spent a week planning a sermon based on the Gospel reading of the Loaves and Fishes.  I had it all planned out.  But the spirit apparently had other ideas.  The night before I sat down to write my sermon a headline in the Missionary (the old Diocesan newspaper) grabbed my attention.  It was the story of a young gay man who committed suicide after being bullied.  The next morning I sat down still planning to write the sermon that I had planned.  Instead – in a very short period of time I wrote a very different sermon – a sermon on the sin of exclusion and bullying.  A sermon that told the tale of how words can and do kill.  As I wrote the sermon I reached out for books and opened them right up to just the right place with just the right quotes.  When I was done I was exhausted, excited and scared.  What had just happened?  I read the sermon and wondered who wrote it.  I feel now that the Holy Spirit had a hand in opening me up and inspiring me to write that sermon.  It broke open experiences and emotions that I did not know were there.  She breathed life into a pile of dry bones that needed to be animated.  She inspired me to write about a subject that needed to be heard and still, unfortunately needs to be heard today.

So on this Pentecost Sunday I invite you to not be too sentimental about this being the Church’s Birthday.  Pentecost is about more that wearing red and remembering an event of over 2000 years ago.  Yes Pentecost is a time to remember the creative force of God working through out our history – from the birth of creation through the valley of Dry Bones and on that first Pentecost Sunday after the Resurrection and Ascension.  But more importantly Pentecost is an invitation to see the working of the Holy Spirit in our own lives.  To pray, in the opening words of one of our Hymns to “ Come Holy Spirit our souls inspire , And lighten with celestial fire! (From Hymn 504)”  And then to put on our seat belts because once we let the spirit into our lives she is likely to break open things we would just as soon remain locked away and to lead us on a wonderful wild ride.  A ride that will open us and the world around us to God’s perfect reign of Love and reconciliation.  So get ready.  God is going to breath – breath life into our valley of Dry Bones and it is going to happen when we least expect it to happen.

Amen.



Monday, June 18, 2012

AIDS Lifecycle Sermon


I have preached a sermon based on the AIDS Lifecycle event every time I have participated. This is the 12th sermon (and 9th annual) in the series.

Preached Sunday  June 17, 2012 at St. Paul's Episcopal Church Sacramento.


1 Samuel 15:34-16:13
Psalm 20
2 Corinthians 5:6-10, (11-13), 14-17
Mark 4:26-34

Today is my nearly annual AIDS Lifecycle sermon.  This year was my 12th time participating in the event.  This year I was, once again, a roadie or volunteer crewmember on the Ride.  For me, and for many others, there is more to this event than just a bike riding fundraiser where people clad in way too much shiny spandex ride their bikes from San Francisco to Los Angeles.  It is greater than the sum of all of the work the Roadies do to support the ride.  It is, in short, a little piece of heaven on earth where seemingly small things can have big impacts.  Where mustard seeds can grow into great trees.

This year we had 2250 riders and about 550 Roadies.  The riders are required to raise at least $3000 dollars to be able to ride.  The Roadies are not required to fundraise but many of us do.  In fact this year the roadies, many of whom work 14-hour days on the ride raised about a half a million dollars.  In all the ride raised an amazing $12.6 million dollars.  This is an incredible sum that supports the work of AIDS prevention and direct AIDS services through the San Francisco AIDS foundation and the L.A. Gay and Lesbian center and its Jeffrey Goodman Special Care Clinic.  This is money that will keep people alive when they have no place to turn.  This is money that can be used to fund outreach into at risk communities with no strings attached.  Where outreach coordinators can have frank talks with at risk people without worrying about someone getting upset that they are using tax payer dollars to promote safe activities including condom use and needle exchanges.  The money on this ride simply saves lives.  But is does more.  Much more.

This year we had riders who ranged in age from 18 to 83 from nearly every state and from 16 countries.  The faces of the riders and roadies were an amazingly diverse group of people.  As one speaker said we have skinny people and not so skinny people on the ride, we have gay and straight people on the ride - not that it is easy to tell the difference, - and on day five – also known as red dress day it is really hard to tell the orientation of all of the men and women in red – red dresses, red shirts – even the Cal Berkeley team who rode in red speedos! We have fit people and we have people with physical challenges.  But so much happens that reminds me that God is with us on the ride.  So many stories of amazing courage, strength and compassion that I could keep this sermon going for an hour or more – but don’t worry – I won’t.  

My typical day on the ride goes something like this.  Jon’s alarm goes off at 4:00 in the morning.  We get up, get dressed and are at breakfast by about 4:10.  For those of you sane people who don’t get up at that hour there is a very good reason we call it O dark hundred.  It is still very dark.  After breakfast we brush our teeth, pack out bags and take down the tent and haul it to our gear truck.  We then go to bike parking to get ready to greet the riders who are allowed to go to the bikes at 6:00.  The route opens to the riders most days at 6:30 (except that last day when everything – including time to get up – is 30 minutes earlier).  The bike parking Roadies make sure there is Gatorade and water available, pass out route cues, help make sure tires are pumped up and provide encouragement and hugs for the riders when needed.  The riders have to get on the road between 6:30 and 8:30.  At 8:30 we load the bikes of riders who are unable to ride that day onto a truck and take down the bike parking area and load our two truck and drive to the next camp.  Once at camp we set up bike parking – which consisted of 230 – 10 foot steel poles with metal “a” frames, welcome the riders to camp and once a row is filled scan the bikes into a rack using modified package tracking technology provided by UPS. Which proved to be a God send this year!

We had a great crew this year.  As has been the arrangement the last few years Jon and I acted as unofficial co-captains to Christine our official captain to help with the management of the crew.  We had 25 crew members on our crew.  They were all very hard workers.  One in particular had some birth defects that caused some physical issues but you would never know it on the ride. I dare say that some people probably would look at him - look at his physical body and prejudge his capabilities.  Let me tell you they would be wrong.  He was one of the hardest workers and relished in welcoming the riders to camp.  One evening his CPAP device broke down during the night so he couldn’t get enough air at night and was winded – even with the use of a less powerful loaner CPAP.  The next day he still put in almost a 14 hour day.  His mother and the ride made arrangements to get a replacement machine so he could keep going.  He put in very long hours and by the middle of the ride signed up to join us again next year in bike parking.

On day two we had a freak strong and cold rain storm on the route.  So strong and cold and unexpected that the riders started getting hypothermia and only about 800 of the nearly 2300 riders made it all the way to camp.  About 800 riders where stranded at the lunch stop and about 200 at the second rest stop when the event leaders called the ride due to dangerous conditions.  That meant that we had to bus the stranded riders into camp and transport over a thousand bikes.  At rest stop two a local Assembly of God church opened their doors to shelter the riders from the cold and rain.  The riders,  cold and wet, were grateful for the shelter.  During their time in the church they realized that they had, naturally, tracked in mud and dirt.  So they passed a bike helmet and raised $450 dollars to give to the church so they could hire a cleaning crew.  Instead the church asked if they could use the money to help with their homeless program.  The riders agreed so then as much as they could the riders cleaned the church on their way out as they caught the busses into camp.  

The bike parking crew worked that night to nearly 9:00 off loading and parking bikes form transport trucks.  Many many riders came out to help us park the bikes – perhaps hoping to see their bike so they would know when it was parked.  At about 8:30 the staff on the ride sent our crew to bed as the transport trucks headed back for another load – a nearly 2 and a half hour round trip.  The staff were up until about 3:00 in the morning parking bikes and scanning them.  At breakfast – starting at 4:00 in the morning there where printouts on the table with the rider numbers and the row numbers where the bikes where parked.  Ride out was nearly perfect because of the scanning technology.  We only had about 10 bikes or so that were not parked where the data base indicated and our crew worked with the riders to find those bikes so everyone got on the road in time.  Most of the bikes the data base indicated were parked in "Row 21" which I referred to as the Bermuda Triangle of bike parking!

There are probably thousands of stories of kindness and of why people ride on this event.  There are the people that the riders pass along the sides of the road cheering them on and thanking them for riding.  There are the coffee shops that provide free coffee to the riders – a welcome thing considering the quality of the so-called coffee at breakfast.  There is one woman who every year comes out with to wait by the side of the road to cheer the riders.  She stands there with simple sign.  It has a picture of her brother Gary – the dates 1950 to 1996 and the words thank you under the picture.  She comes out from Santa Cruz every year for at least the last 15 years or so to thank the riders.  (I remember her from teh first time I rode and she was profiled by the ride this year.)  Her brother contracted AIDS before the drug cocktail to extend life was available.  Standing beside the road cheering on the riders for over 6 hours provides her a safe place to remember her brother.  For her the ride offers a way to keep her brothers memory alive in a society that still today would rather not hear about people who died from AIDS.  She also provides much loved and needed encouragement to the riders as she stays on the side of the road until the last rider goes by.

This year closing ceremonies was changed up a bit.  The riders did not ride there bikes into closing ceremonies so they were able to hold it on the lawn with shade at the VA center in Los Angeles rather than on a hot asphalt parking lot.  At the beginning of the closing ceremony the Roadies were brought in right through the middle of the riders who welcome us with great cheers, tears and hugs of thank you.  Then we – the roadies- parted down the middle and a riderless bike is led down to the stage.  The bike is preceded by the dedication flags.  Flags that are available from orientation to the last night in camp for people to write memorials and dedication on why they ride or roadie.  This year the ceremony was perhaps more poignant than most.  As the positive peddlers group led the riderless bike in it was announced that this would be one of the members’ last rides.  He has pancreatic cancer and is not expected to survive until next year.  He chose to spend part of what may be his last year riding and raising money.  He chose to spend time with this wonderful community that gathers every year and provides a safe space.  A place where its ok to let people know if you are HIV positive or not.  Where it is OK to be gay, or straight, fit or not so fit, where it is ok to be young or old.  It is a community that celebrates life and God’s wonderful diverse creation with out judgment. It is a community where huge trees can grow from mustard seeds.  Where I see the unexpected grow out of the simplest acts.  The riderless bike ceremony ended with a twist this year.  At the end a young child of about 8 was put on the bike seat.  She symbolized what we all hope the ride will accomplish.  She symbolized a world without AIDS.  A world where we can gather to ride our bikes from San Francisco to Los Angeles in celebration of the end of the pandemic.  Perhaps we won’t be able to have that celebratory ride in the next few years.  But there is hope that the seeds that the ride plant and the work done around the world will find a way to end the pandemic.  That the young girl will grow up in a world where AIDS is just a memory. Are we delusional?  Perhaps.  In today's Sacramento Bee there was an article on the strides being made towards a cure.  But remember the parable of the mustard seed that we heard today.  From the smallest of seeds God can and does produce great trees.  From people riding their bikes and from the wonderful community that emerges you never know what God will create.

So you might have guessed by now that I am a ride junky.  Perhaps one of these years I will have the time and physical stamina to ride again.  But until then I will be working on the bike parking crew the first week of June every year.  Every year until we can celebrate the end of the pandemic of HIV/AIDS.  And perhaps the mustard seeds that are sown during the ride will also have the side effect of sowing love and compassion in this world.  Perhaps those seeds will help sow God’s loving reign in this hurt filled world and bring God’s kingdom to fruition in our world.

Amen.