Salt and light

A sermon for the Solemn Sung Eucharist at Trinity Cathedral, Cleveland, on the fifth Sunday after the Epiphany; adapted slightly from the Rector’s Annual Meeting sermon preached at the Church of the Epiphany, Euclid, that morning.

You are the salt of the earth.
You are the light of the world.

These declaratory statements by Jesus to his disciples are pretty astonishing, when you think about them grammatically (and I am not the daughter of an English teacher for nothing).

Jesus says nothing of potential or possibilities. There is no suspension for a foreseeable future. This is definitive, and this is performative

You are the salt of the earth; because Jesus said so.
You are the light of the world; because Jesus said so.

Salt is not only for flavouring our food. When our salts get out of balance, or drop to levels too low in our bodies, we are in real medical trouble. Salt is essential to our life and to our health, and not only to our gastronomic happiness. Salt is elemental.

In the older church rites, salt was added to the rituals surrounding baptism. It was placed in the mouths of those being presented for the baptismal rite. That combination of salt and water – that is to say, the combination of you and your baptism – is powerfully good.

Salt, when added to water, is incredibly useful. It acts as an antiseptic. It draws out infection and soothes inflammation. The salt of the sea buoys up bodies and gives rest to weary limbs. If you put just the right combination of salts and minerals and whatnot into water, you find that you have invented Gatorade!

So when Jesus says that his disciples, when he says you, as disciples of Christ, are the salt of the earth is not only a matter of good taste. It is elemental. It is sacramental.

And Jesus, the Word of God through whom all things were called into being, beginning with the words, “Let there be light!”; this Word now tells his disciples, “You are the light of the world.”

That light: we take it for granted, most of us. Unless we are fully blind, we take care that there is always sufficient light to find our way into or out of trouble. When it is absent, this light, taken away, for most of us the absence of light is paralyzing. We are afraid to move. We are afraid to look into the darkness and see nothing. We are afraid, in the absence of light, of our own imaginations.

For most of us, light, almost as the air, is the medium within which we work, within which we function as whole and sensible human beings.

To call his disciples salt and light: Jesus is not naming nice qualities to which Christians should aspire. Jesus is saying that they, we, you, are essential to the continued well-being, health, and sanity of the world.

You are the salt of the earth.
You are the light of the world.
Wow.

Jesus also says not to waste these properties – and when you consider how vital they are, we realize our responsibility to use them wisely, and for the good of the world.

Salt does not exist for its own sake, but to serve the needs of the body, of the earth, of the world. Without salt, the body dies!

Of course, it is not the purpose of salt to make everything taste salty. It is not to take over the body, but to support the health and vitality of each person it affects. It works to strengthen the body that surrounds it. In cuisine, it works with the other flavours to lift their profile. In life, maybe that translates to elevating the truth of another’s God-given identity as a child of God. Salt, secure in its own saltiness, can allow the other to be; even to enjoy the differences to be found between individual creatures of God; and it is arguable that this respect for the individual, for the other, has rarely been more essential than now. Salt exists for the sake of that which is not salt.

Neither does light shine upon itself. Light does not exist to illuminate itself, but to light the way for the other creatures, to cause things to grow, to find to see, to recognize. Without light, the world is frozen into fear and madness!

There is a risk, mind you, in shining a light into the shadows; there is risk of uncovering sin, or discovering evil; but light is not afraid of the darkness, for light breaks open the darkest night and dispels it. And at least in the light, one can see what are the real obstacles to our health and salvation, and which are just monsters of our imaginations.

You are light, to declare to the world what is real and what is not; to show the world which way to turn; because you have the Gospel within you, the promise of God’s love made manifest in Jesus Christ, our Lord, our Way, our Life, our Truth.

Light does not exist to illuminate itself. Salt does not exist to season itself. Neither does the world exist to serve them; but salt and light serve the health, happiness, and well-being of the world.

Any time we are tempted to feel sorry for ourselves; any time we are confused about our purpose; any time we want to turn our back on the needs of the world, or expect the world to serve our needs first, we are to remember that we are salt. Jesus said so. We are light. Jesus made us that way.

Our purpose, our reason for being the church lies beyond ourselves, always and even beyond our understanding; for what does salt understand of the food that it seasons, or light see of what it illumines?

And this, of course, is where the metaphor may break down; because we are not only salt and light for the world; we are the world. We live and move and have our being along with every other creature that we season and for whom we light the way. We flavour one another; we shine a light for one another in our own dark moments. We are essential to one another.

A single grain of salt is soon lost and overwhelmed. A single lumen of light is limited by the darkness that surrounds it.

But when grains of salt clump together in one dish, they are strong; even overwhelming! And when light is multiplied, it can reach from the farthest heavens, break open the darkest night sky.

Our own needs are met by the One whom we call our Light, our Way, our Truth, our Life. He is Bread for the hungry, and Living Water. He is our health, and our salvation. And he invites us into his gospel work, to be good news for the rest of the crowd, the ones gathered on the hillside behind his disciples, waiting for a blessing.

Blessed are you, salt for the earth; baptized and poured out for the health and strength of the world.

Blessed are you, the light of the world, for by your light the world will see the greater glory, which is the glory of the Christ of God.

Amen.

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Return

Without prayer
my words are empty air
Without silence
I bellow in the wind
Without praise
my anger turns to bitterness
Without passion
my blood runs wasted cold
Without humility
endurance loses its endeavour
Without return
disquiet finds no rest
Without love
my protest finds no purpose
With God
all things are possible

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Broken

At the parish where I celebrate Communion week by week, we use pita for the bread – a nice Middle Eastern connection. I tear off a small piece for each person who presents themself at the altar rail, place it in their hands. The Body of Christ.

This morning, every time I tore the bread, each time I placed it, between my hands and theirs I saw the child. You know him: his picture flooded our news streams for a week or so after he drowned while his family was fleeing the war, after he was washed up on the beach in his bright red t-shirt.

Suffer the little children, he said, to come to me.

This is the Body of Christ, broken for you.

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Beatitudes

A sermon for the fourth Sunday after the Epiphany, and the aftermath of an executive order turning away refugees and other immigrants (including green card holders) from seven nations.
The Gospel was the Sermon on the Mount: the Beatitudes (Matthew 5)
The congregation was invited to write their own Beatitudes, for themselves, for the church, and for the world.

Have you ever thought that you would like to have been there, on that hillside, as Jesus delivered his Sermon on the Mount? We have an image of peace, of a quiet, grassy space in the sunlight, warm and comfortable; warm and comforting.

And yet if we had been there, what would we have heard? That this is your blessing: the reward of the prophets?

Yet Jesus addresses his disciples those whom he has called, and tells them, you are blessed. You who mourn, you who wander and wonder and are weary of spirit. You who pine for justice and are parched of righteousness. You are blessed; blessed simply to be in the presence of the Christ, the living God; for they have seen God.

The Beatitudes, these blessings which Jesus offers to his disciples and to those who would follow him, they are grounded in hard reality. They do not shy away from the deprivation, the poverty, the grief, the powerlessness of those who surround Jesus on the mountainside. They name our trouble, and they do not trouble to deny it.

Nor are they simply an instruction manual: we are not called to be in mourning, or weary of spirit. We are not called to seek persecution, nor to be starved of righteousness. These are not so much instructions as indications that in Jesus God sees our trouble, and meets us within it; that God finds us where we are, even mourning, or afraid. That God finds us in the poverty of our own spirits, and blesses us out of the abundance of God’s Spirit.

Still, there is an ethical dimension to this description of the disciples. They are peacemakers. They are merciful. They persevere. As the prophet Micah describes, they “do justice, love kindness, walk humbly with [their] God.” (Micah 6:8)

Jesus describes a motley and ill-sorted crew of disciples, poor and downtrodden, yet clear-eyed enough to recognize the call of Jesus when it comes; to leave their nets and follow him. To walk humbly with their God.

He blesses them out of their lives of sorrow and confusion, and through them he blesses the crowds beginning to gather, beginning to listen, beginning to follow. He invites them into the kingdom of God.

He reminds them of the prophets’ reward, and invites them anyway to be unafraid, to be unbowed, to find even out of the poverty of their own spirits the abundance of the Spirit of God.

So if we were to find ourselves on that mountainside, hearing Jesus, letting his eyes rest upon us, telling our lives with his breath, with his blessings: what would he say to us?

He would name what brought us here, to his feet, to the hem of his robe. He would bless us even out of that need, even out of that desire. He would name for us the promise of our God.

What would we hear?

Blessed are the lonely, for they shall find their place at the banqueting table.
Blessed are the faithful, for they will find God to be faithful in the promises of salvation.

He would bless us, and through us he would bless the crowds behind us, because we are here not only for our own sakes, but for the sake of the world; gathered as a motley assortment of disciples for the good of the whole people of God. So what would the world hear, from us, and through us, as Beatitude?

What would the refugee, the immigrant, the exile hear as Beatitude today?

I confess that I cannot imagine what it is like to live in a refugee camp for years at a time, while the wheels grind out paperwork and tape, finally to be presented with a visa, a passport to a new life, another chance at a normal home and family dinner on the table. I cannot imagine what it is like to have that snatched away at the airport, to be left, distressed, displaced once more, cast out even from the camps.

Blessed are the refugee, for they shall hold the keys to the kingdom of God.

Here’s what I can imagine: We moved here on a Tuesday, on the hottest weekend of the year. On Friday, camping out in our house, with our furniture on its way across the ocean, my mother called. “You can’t move to America,” she said, “the electricity’s off.” It was the weekend of the great power outage along the East coast and all the way into Cleveland. “That’s not how it works, Mum,” I told her. But if she had said, “You can’t move to America, the borders have closed”?

Blessed are the migrants, for such was your forefather Abraham.

Ten years ago this weekend, travelling back to visit my father for his birthday, newly minted green card tucked into my passport, it would never have occurred to me that the rules could change overnight, keeping me from my family, my home, my American life.

Blessed are those who are afraid to lift up their eyes, for the hills shall be brought low, and shall raise them up to the Lord.

I share these stories because the Beatitudes are not for the disciples alone, but for the crowds gathered behind them on the hillside. Because Jesus did not shy away from naming the suffering that he saw among them. Because he persisted, anyway, in declaring hope.

Blessed are those who do justice, for they will be justified.
Blessed are you when you proclaim by word and deed the Gospel of Christ; for you shall hear the Good News of God in Christ, the promises of heaven.

Amen.

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Unfinished

Silk, the colour of home
patterned anew
knotted behind;
her fingers ache to run
through his hair,
silk upon silk;
almost done. She leaves
her gift on the bed,
silk upon silk,
runs to the airport, where
she waits

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Truth

 

Truth is not proud, running
his calloused hands across the welt
of guilt, knowing good from evil,
deliverance from dependence on
temptation to sway the scales.

Truth is not innocent of
the burden of each deficit of decency,
quavering beneath every slight,
every blow, each evasion & economy of grace.

Truth is not garrulous, having
learned at last to distill his words
into a single, potent flavour,
intoxicating on the tongue;
disequilibriating.

Truth was never altogether
balanced, leaning heavily on
humanity, and a complex,
nuanced naivety.

Truth is not pretty,
but, ever the pointillist,
his brush has potential to create
out of havoc
something more beautiful.

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Mortar

blood & dust,
water, sand, bone
and sinew, wet
cement slapped, nails
etching names
within the walls

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The loser gospel

A sermon for the third Sunday after the Epiphany, and the first Sunday after the Inauguration of Donald Trump as POTUS and the worldwide Women’s March.

A few years ago, driving home from another church, I saw a billboard advertising a place, “Where winners worship, and God is praised.” I confess that my first and overwhelming response was, “But what about us losers?” Because Christianity is a religion for losers, for the lost and the left behind.

Paul writes to the Corinthian church, riven by division, and the hope that he sets before them is the cross. It is the ultimate defeat at the hands of the authorities: crucifixion of the innocent by corrupt self-interests and the idolatry of imperial power.

“It is foolishness,” says Paul, “to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God.”

The problem that the Corinthian church is having, as far as we can read between and behind the lines of Paul’s letters, is that instead of following Christ himself they are backing Christ’s workhorses, investing their interest and their self-worth in the winning ways of one or another preacher instead of hearing the gospel that they preach, and hanging their hopes on that: on the gospel of Jesus Christ, the foolish and fond love of God.

The twentieth-century commentator William Barclay diagnoses the Corinthian problem as pride, and the trouble about this pride, he says, is this:

It is always disputatious. It cannot keep silent and admire; it must talk and criticize. It cannot bear to have its opinions contradicted; it must prove that it and it alone is right. It is never humble enough to learn; it must always be laying down the law. …

… It tends to cut men off from each other rather than to unite them.

Barclay continues,

The identification with some party is the acceptance of slavery by those who should be kings. In fact they are masters of all things, because they belong to Christ and Christ belongs to God. The man who gives his strength and his heart to some little splinter of a party has surrendered everything to a petty thing, when he could have entered into possession of a fellowship and a love as wide as the universe. He has confined into narrow limits a life which should be limitless in its outlook.

Barclay wrote in 1954 about the letters of Paul to the Corinthians; one wonders what else he had on his mind at the time.

It seems slightly impossible to preach on these passages today and not to mention the events that have taken place in our country over the past few days: the inauguration of a new president, followed by a rather astonishing wave of solidarity rallies and marches, led by women and lifting up the equal dignity of all kinds and conditions of people, not only the women, and not only here but on the seven continents of the world.

Each of these things matters and will have some kind of impact on our lives together. The Episcopal Church, as a body, has found itself involved with the whole gamut of activities and opportunities for gospel witness, for gospel values that the events have presented. There has been no small disputation around that involvement.

On Friday morning, before the inauguration, Mr Trump and Mr Pence and their families and some others attended a private prayer service at St John’s Episcopal Church, close to the White House. A little later, the choir of our National Cathedral sang to God and to the crowds gathering on the National Mall. The next day, yesterday, a multi-faith prayer service was held within that cathedral for the new President, Vice-President, and so on. And after that, many took their prayer to the streets.

How would Paul judge our corporate and collective actions? Where have we borne witness to the gospel of Christ, and where have we followed our own pride, substituting the philosophy of Apollos, or our personal loyalty to Peter or Paul, on the altar which belongs only to God?

I find it interesting to note that the proper name of the cathedral in Washington is the Cathedral of Saint Peter and Saint Paul. Peter is translated Cephas in this letter of Paul to the Corinthians; but it is the same man. Peter and Paul, Cephas and Paul had many differences between them; but each man knew also that his first, last, and only loyalty was to Christ. This is why Paul had no wish to win the fight for the Corinthians, only to point them towards the cross. Peter and Paul would willingly nail their hopes of winning any argument to the hard wood of the cross, and find their hope in its humility, and their glory in the death of their own egos.

Of course, there are different opinions as to the fitting role of the National Cathedral in the political events of our nation. Peter and Paul would no doubt have argued about it, too. As William Barclay says, Oliver Cromwell once wrote to the Scots, “I beseech you by the bowels of Christ, think it possible that you may be mistaken.” But when our prayer is guided by the Gospel, we cannot go too far wrong.

To my mind, the prayer service at St John’s on Friday morning is a different animal. I wasn’t there, and I am not privy to the thinking of the Rector of that parish when he allowed a man with proven and published anti-gospel rhetoric: hateful speech against Catholics, gay people, Muslims; to preach at the pre-inauguration service. So, by the bowels of Christ, I could be wrong, but I do believe that this is where our church fell into the trap of following Apollos, of putting philosophy before the gospel, and following a leader who puts his ego and the number of his followers ahead of the gospel. This does not sound to me like a man who is fishing for people in order to feed them with the bread of life, since hate and hatefulness is poison to us all; but rather to feed his own glory.

I believe that our Episcopal Church got that one wrong. There is no room for hate in the Gospel of Christ. There can be no room, no provision made for hateful speech in our churches. As our own Presiding Bishop has been known to say, “If it’s not about love, it’s not about God.”16114822_10154739734654792_217222551400350083_n

And then there’s what happened yesterday, in Washington, DC, and in Spokane, WA, in NYC, and in Cleveland, where I saw Episcopalians of every order: bishops, deacons, lay people, and priests, gathering and marching alongside all kinds and conditions of people for the sake of the dignity of every person who is made in the image of God. For the love of God, and for the losers who keep getting nailed to the cross, and for the sake of the Gospel.

This, says Paul, is the way to heal our divisions. This is the end and aim of our baptism: the offering of ourselves, our souls, our bodies, our lives for the love of God, and for the love of every neighbour, loving them as ourselves. For this is the way of the cross: not to put ourselves first, offering to others only what we have left over; but loving each one on equal terms with ourselves; proclaiming by word and example the Good News of God in Christ; seeking and serving Christ in all persons, and actively striving for justice and peace, respecting the dignity of every human being who is made in the image of God.

The message about the cross is sheer foolishness to those who are perishing; but to us who are being saved it is the power of God. It is the call and commission and the encouragement of Christ who gave himself for us, who gave everything for all of us, rather than win a fight with Pilate, rather than give in to division, and disputation. He chose the way, always, the way of love.

Our Collect today is both call and encouragement:

“Give us grace, O lord, to answer readily the call of our Saviour Jesus Christ and proclaim to all people the Good News of his salvation,” which seems foolishness to those who cling to their own perishing pride; but to those losers who cling only to the cross, it is the very power of God.

Amen.
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William Barclay, The Letters to the Corinthians, The Daily Study Bible Series (The Westminster Press, revised edition 1975), 34-35

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Kingdom

Almighty God, great above all gods,
in your hands are all the nations of the earth,
and none is beyond the reach of your authority, nor of your grace.
Look with compassion upon your people here, we pray,
that we may learn to live peaceably with one another;
that we may learn even to love one another;
that we may be delivered from temptation,
from powers and principalities;
that we may be guided by your wisdom,
humbled by your mercy;
fastening our wills to your cross,
that most base and beautiful, bewildering symbol of our salvation.
For the sake of your glory
and the coming of your kingdom we pray.
Amen.

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What a difference a day makes

Tomorrow, Friday January 20th, will be the fifth anniversary of my swearing in as a citizen of these United States. The federal judge who administered the oath made it clear that this was, indeed, an oath of office: we were signing on for a lifetime of public service.

We sat lined up in a beige box room like a selection of crayons labelled “flesh tones,” a polyphony of accents, dialects, and demographics, and heard the voice of authority invite and instruct us, as those who had benefitted from the values of diversity and acceptance, to wield our new mandate to work for the equality, the dignity, liberty, and justice of each of our new neighbours.

Citizenship, he told us, is a legitimate vocation, and the only excuse we needed to fight injustice, and to defend those truths which we hold to be self-evident.

I will support and defend the Constitution and laws of the United States of America against all enemies, foreign and domestic; [and] I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same.

Our work as citizens, he told us, is to make the country better. We were being admitted to that vocation in faith that we would actively serve one another, promote each other’s interests above and beyond our own. That we would respect the life and liberty of those whom we encountered, without prejudice or discrimination, on an equal foundation to the one which we ourselves now enjoyed as citizens. That we would offer our gifts and inspiration for the good of the commonwealth.

Our failure to do so, to live up to our high calling as citizens would bring him personal disappointment. Like a good teacher, or a beloved leader, he appealed to our our pride, our gratitude, and our puppyish eagerness to please.

By faith, I understand those values of service, of equal dignity and justice to stretch far beyond these borders; still, it is a privilege to have received the imprimatur of the federal government (and today’s president) in advocating, arguing as fiercely as may be necessary for them at home, always in the pursuit of peace, goodwill to all.

For a few weeks after the most recent general election, I posted daily on social media one positive action toward peace and justice each day, and ended each entry with the question, “What shall we do tomorrow?”

As I look forward to the anniversary of my swearing in, and I remember the oath that I made five years ago, the question is posed once more to I, me, and myself:

“What shall we do tomorrow?”

 

[updated 1/19/2017]

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