Vote for me!

Last time I wrote about my immigration/naturalization process, I had received a lecture on skin care and the proper preservation of fingerprints for federal purposes from the nice lady downtown (https://rosalindhughes.com/2011/09/23/naturalization-process-biometrics-and-skin-care-consultation/). Unfortunately, despite her best efforts, I received a letter informing me that “The FBI was unable to process your fingerprint card.” So even though she begged me not to bring my fingers back (“Visit any time!” she said, “Just NOT for fingerprinting!”), I have to go and do it all again.

While my interview and test will, then, be still a little way off, I have been granted extra time to study up on my Americana. While studying, I came across this selection of possible questions:

“49. What is one responsibility that is only for US citizens?

 50. Name one right only for US citizens?

55. What are two ways that Americans can participate in their democracy?”*

Want to guess the common denominator in the answers to these questions?

That’s right. Vote.

At the time of writing, there are still nearly three hours left of polling in today’s elections. It’s a beautiful afternoon for a walk, bike or scenic drive to your local polling station.

So, to my friends whose right and responsibility it is, will you participate in your democracy today? If you haven’t already, will you vote? For me?

* U.S. Department of Homeland Security, U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services, Office of Citizenship, Civics Flash Cards for the Naturalization Test, Washington D.C., 2011.

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Saints and other stories

Is anyone using the lectionary for Pentecost 27 this Sunday? Everywhere I look, we are celebrating All Saints (which is meet and proper). Still, I thought that this Sunday’s readings deserved some prayerful attention, and found in the epistle for this Sunday (1 Thessalonians 4: 13-18) something of a bridge between post-Pentecost and the Feasts of All Saints and All Souls.

In his famous book of bereavement, C.S. Lewis, writing as N.W. Clerk, writes,

Talk to me about the truth of religion and I’ll listen gladly. Talk to me about the duty of religion and I’ll listen submissively. But don’t come talking to me about the consolations of religion or I shall suspect that you don’t understand.*

It is a beautiful and grotesquely fascinating book that wrestles with the violence of grief. If one offered Lewis the consolations of religion, it is easy to imagine him offering up his fists.

And yet Paul dares to offer the Thessalonians consolation, dares to offer words of comfort regarding those beloved of them who have died in the faith of Christ and in the hope of the resurrection, “so that you may not grieve as others do who have no hope”. (1 Thess 4:13b)

But Paul is not writing about our grief. He is not writing about the pain of waking up alone, of returning to an empty house which misses its vocation as a home. Paul does not write about loneliness, about the empty womb, the heavy coffin, the silent song.

Instead, Paul offers theological comfort, not for the Thessalonians’ grief but for their anxiety regarding the salvation of their loved ones. Paul is expecting the second coming at any moment – the second coming of the Christ who came to him on the road to Damascus in a blinding light. He is waiting for that light to return and blind the world with its glory; and he has been given to understand that it will happen in his lifetime, and the Thessalonians have been given to understand that it will happen in their lifetimes. When their loved ones died, they began to wonder if they had missed it. If they had missed out on the glory, the salvation, the resurrection of Christ.

Paul’s comfort is not offered to their grief, at their anger at the violence of loss. Rather, Paul offers the theological assurance that God’s love does not run to a timetable; that salvation is not chronological; that Christ’s glory has no deadline to miss: “For the Lord himself, with a cry of command, with the archangel’s call and with the sound of God’s trumpet, will descend from heaven, and the dead in Christ will rise first.” (1 Thess 4:16)

It is not comfort to those whose wounds are raw and weeping. It is not suitable consolation for those whose grief bleeds. Instead, it is reassurance for those whose wounds have been bound up, whose hearts have begun to scar over, to knit together – not as good as new – but no longer broken open, and bleeding. It is for those who are ready and able to turn away from their own pain, their own grief, to wonder once more about the fate of their loved ones.

Lewis/Clerk complains, “What St. Paul says can comfort only those who love God better than the dead, and the dead better than themselves.” *

Paul replies (perhaps in confirmation), “For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons,neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord” (Romans 8: 38-39).

Neither will time.

The saints present, the saints past, the saints yet to come – all are equally beloved of God. All will live to see Christ’s coming in glory. It may not be a consolation, but it is, at least, grace. Amen.

 

* N. W. Clerk [C. S. Lewis], A Grief Observed (Greenwich: Seabury, 1963), 25 & 26

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Usual saints

“Sometimes, I wish I had a cool saint story. Something like Christopher, who carried the Christ child without knowing it, and nearly got crushed, drowned and dead for his trouble. Or George, killing the dragon and getting the girl (did you know saints get girls? Some of them do). Patrick had that neat snake trick going, and little Joanie dressed up as a man to drive the English snakes out of France and crown the True King, although if she’d thought twice, she might have put it a little less messianically. Came to a bad end, that one, as in not the end I’d choose for myself.

Then there’s Joseph, who went around burying people upside down in their own front yards, unless – and this is quite possible – I’m becoming a little confused.

Point is, I don’t have a cool, curious or eye-catching story like theirs. No snakes, dragons, water, fire or miraculous real estate deals. I am one of the run-of-the-mill, everyday, workaday, usual saints. I am here today, being remembered with my colleagues from every walk of life and every shade of death you can imagine, because once I told my godchild that I was praying for her, and she remembered it, because no one had ever told her that before.

She imagined my prayers whispering around God’s ears, and God’s eyes turning to fall upon her, and God’s hand stretching out to her and offering her a Kleenex. She imagined God’s smile as she hunched over her own knees and snuffled and sniffed and refused comfort only so that it would be offered some more.

She felt that warmth that you know if you’ve felt it, and she remembered that imagined moment for years to come, so that today, one of those millions of candles is mine, my birthday song, my twinkling star, my memory, lit up by an old lady with a Kleenex in her pocket, a prayer in her heart and, God bless her, an eager readiness to share either with the first poor passerby that looks like he needs it.

It amazes me still to be in the company of the saints and the apostles and, of course, You Know. Just a usual saint, mostly unremembered, the story seldom told, as ordinary as the man sitting next to you on the bus, infinitely blessed.”

As told to reporters at the Usual Saints’ Annual Rally for All Saints and All Souls, Cloud Nine, HN

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A hard act to follow

God knew that Moses would be a hard act to follow. Joshua knew it, too, and having heard quite a bit about the attitudes of the people with whom he was travelling, no doubt they let him know that they knew it just as well.

From the start, God let Joshua know that he would not be alone – “Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go” (Joshua 1:9). God has made the same promise to the people, and they are willing to follow; “Only may the Lord your God be with you as he was with Moses” (Joshua 1:17).

In times of change, which always implies loss, we are anxious. We grieve for the leader who is lost – whether to a new job, a new city, or to retirement or even, as with Moses, to death. Even as we begin to pick up our bags and load up our camels and face forward with the best of intentions to honour the legacies of the past and carry them into the unknown future, that tether, that cord of love and loyalty tugs at our shoulders, so that we shrug them and our packs will not sit comfortably; so that we look back over them, puzzled as to what we might expect to see. Our imaginations of what lies ahead have gaps in them, in the unfocused shape of the one we have lost. His vision no longer paints in the details; they are fuzzy and scruffy and worrisome.

The one whose new job it is to paint us a picture pauses for a moment, brush held in trembling hand, dripping paint.

God speaks. God tells an old story, older than the Exodus, older than Moses, older than Israel, older than the world.

The waters flood. Chaos threatens. The Spirit of God moves over the deep. The waters are gathered together and piled up in heaps, folded like blankets and set aside so that the dry land can rise up to meet the feet of the people of God and they may walk in the way that God has painted for them, leading them forward into the future with the gentle, whispering, threatening, comforting reminder of the waiting waters on either side:

“I am with you as I was with Moses. The living God is among you.”

Joshua is not your new leader. Do not call him rabbi, or the father of your people, your saviour or your Messiah. You have one teacher, one father, one Messiah, one God (Matthew 23:8-10). Changes come, people go, but from the beginnings of the world when the waters rose in chaos to the end, God folds the blankets of confusion, grief and fear aside to lead you through.

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Wives, be subject to your husbands

This afternoon, I heard that passage from Ephesians read in worship, by a woman, and I smiled. I smiled because I knew that she was going to have something to say about it! I smiled, too, because it reminded me of my colleagues from the preaching class I took in my first semester at seminary, their wisdom, grace, good humour and encouragement.

So, just because I can, I am sharing with you, in abridged form, the last sermon I preached in that group, back in the late fall of 2008. It was on, oh yes, Ephesians 5. Wives, be subject to your husbands.

 

… Perceptions of marriage have changed over the years. …

What remains constant about marriage is that it is life-changing. Marriage is a revolution.

This text hints at the enormity of marriage when it talks about the mystery that makes one flesh out of two, and then, wonderfully, goes on to apply this image to Christ and the church.

It uses the imagery of marriage and of the body to give the commandment that a man is to treat his wife as he does his own body; not as a body which he owns, but as one that is essential to his own well-being, to his very life.

But sometimes, the beauty of that imagery, of that marriage, gets obscured. It’s the second sentence of the passage that trips me up:

“Wives, be subject to your husbands as you are to the Lord.” …

To be honest, I don’t think that these words belong with the rest of the gospel message – the message which then strives to make up for them by telling husbands how much they must love their wives.

I think that these words: “Wives, be subject to your husbands,” come from a place of fear, when the rest of the message comes from a place of celebration.

We, the church, are so closely united to Christ, the writer tells us, that it is as though we have become one flesh with him. We have become his body. We are members together of Christ, more closely united ot one another than any human marriage ceremony could make us.

That is the glorious part of the message.

And yet, out of fear of what the neighbours might say about it, there is this caution: Wives, be subject to your husbands.

Maybe the fear is justified. After all, what will the neighbours say? They might reject the message of Christ because it challenges their way of being, their careful hierarchy and gender roles. They might persecute the Christians. They might make martyrs of them.

These fears were real for the Ephesians and their advisor. The Gospel was real and true; but they still had to face the neighbours every morning.

Of course, these days things are different, aren’t they? The church is still subject to persecution, tragically, in some parts of the world. But we, here in north America, are, on the contrary, privileged.

So why do we still worry about what the neighbours might think? Why do we still hold back parts and pieces of the gospel message of reolutionary equality and justice? Because we do. Even though we have begun to talk about stewardship of the earth and caring for the environment; even though we talk about was and the death penalty and the moral issues surrounding the beginnings and endings of life; even though we talk about institutionalized racism; even though we talk a lot about sex – there are times when our courage fails us, as churches and as individuals.

What is holding us back? …

The fact is, as this text intimates, that we have nothing to fear but fear itself. We have been washed clean as a church, clothed in a white garment, and presented to Christ as nothing less than his own body.

(You know, my own christening gown was made out of the remnants of my mother’s wedding dress!)

In baptism, we have shared in Christ’s death and in Christ’s resurrection, so what do we have left to fear?

Marriage itself is an act of courage, an act of faith, even an act of recklessness – to promise to spend one’s whole life with another person, all while knowing that it doesn’t always work out as planned. Yet each couple who enters this state of marriage is emboldened – by love, by example, by the knowledge that in this of all things they are not alone; their spouse, their beloved, their other half will help them keep their promises.

How much more can we depend upon Christ to help us in our reckless revolution, which declares all of God’s people to be members together of our own bodies, married to Christ’s own.

I know that I of all people am not the best example of this courage, but I am trying to learn from others who are braver and bolder than I,

and I am surrounded by the assurance that neither death nor life, nor anything else in all creation will be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

This marriage is for good, and for ever.

 

Thank you to my bold and reckless friends and mentors. Thank God for you.

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and your neighbour as yourself

One last bunch of words inspired by this coming Sunday’s gospel reading (see previous two posts for more):

Neighbour as self

I see myself pick up the paper before the street is awake,

shuffling back in slippers to the echoing, empty house.

I watch the sun rise and the trees sway in the wind.

The squirrels make scattering noises on the roof.

When darkness falls, the cold bites hard, leaving marks on my skin.

I burn the newspaper for warmth, but it flames up and dies too soon.

Outside, the day dawns gray, without sun.

I see my newspapers gathering rain.

I wonder if I should check if I’m alright,

or leave myself alone, alone, alone.

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All your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind

Following on from yesterday’s post, All:

Heart

A chamber choir sings

unthinking muscular love,

somewhat off-centre.

Soul

Shuffle footed jazz angels dancing cheek to cheek,

glorious in the dark.

Mind

“Mind the gap.”

The train pulls in and I board a can of

bags, butts and backpacks,

hanging helpless by the strap,

eyes forward, unfocused,

waiting for the light.

Brick up my ears and my eyes,

close down my mind to

the size of an acorn,

which I put in my pocket for later,

all the better to love you with.

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All

All

 

is a lot.

If I love you with all of my heart,

my soul, my mind,

what is left over?

 

What happens to that piece that I keep inside –

 you know, the jagged-edged sliver of mirror glass

stored deep under dark waters –

what happens if I use that to love you?

 

If I take it out, turn it over,

let the light shatter

its shiny, brittle surface –

what will survive?

 

Can I love you

with all of my heart,

and soul, and mind,

and live?

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The Sermony Wordle

A wise and fun friend shared a wordle on his blog made out of his last several sermons, and it looked like fun. So, here’s one from my last five as published on this blog:

 

 

 

 

Go to www.wordle.net to make your own, but not before you check out Jon’s at http://thistopofspeculation.blogspot.com/2011/10/preaching-word.html?spref=fb !

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Incipient

 

There was a grass snake.

Only you could have found it,

green and coiled, harmless.

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