Sermons from St. Martin-in-the-Fields
Apr 18, 2021 |
The Latest Portrait of Jesus Christ
| The Rev. Barbara Ballenger
The Latest Portrait of Jesus Christ
The Rev. Barbara Ballenger's sermon for the Third Sunday of Easter.
Today's readings are:
Acts 3:12-19
Psalm 4
Luke 24:36b-48
Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net
Transcript:
[Music]
[The Rev. Barbara Ballenger] When Bob was a young Catholic priest, he would make pastoral visits to an institution called Apple Creek in northeast Ohio. It was a home for people with physical and cognitive disabilities. The visitors would bring with them a box full of items with which to create a sacred space for them, candles, a bible, Eucharistic elements, a portrait of Jesus by Francis Hook. It was the portrait of Jesus that got Bob thinking. It was the one where Jesus’ hair is kind of blown back and he looks rugged and healthy, like he could be selling athletic wear or singing labor songs.
Bob wondered if this portrait of Jesus looked like anyone that the residents of Apple Creek would recognize. He wondered if it would remind them of themselves, people who had Down’s Syndrome, Cerebral Palsy, who used wheelchairs and walkers, who had the kinds of impairments that you could see from a distance. He wondered what a portrait of Jesus would look like if it were modeled after people who lived at Apple Creek.
So he decided to commission one. He worked with his friend Dan Whitely, a local artist. Participants in the diocese’s ministry to people with disabilities modeled. Dan created a series of paintings called Jesus and his Disciples.
They were big bold colorful paintings, more than 3 and a half foot square. When I worked with Bob in the performing arts ministry in the 1990s we would take one of the paintings with us to programs – a large scale oil portrait of Jesus, whose model had been Donna, a woman with Down’s Syndrome. Bob would tell the story about Apple Creek and about commissioning the paintings, and then he would pull this piece of art from the large cardboard box and announce, this the latest portrait of Jesus Christ. What do you think?”
It's been more than 20 years. I still remember the responses from scores of these conversations.
Some would say: I don’t like it. It makes me uncomfortable. That’s a woman and Jesus was a man. Jesus was perfect and this Jesus is not. It’s not historical -- Jesus was not retarded. Others would say, it’s perfect. It makes me want to cry. I see myself in that painting. I recall a person with cognitive impairments saying, “It looks like me.”
When this portrait of Jesus entered the room, people were startled. Some were doubtful, some were joyous, some believed and others did not.
Those responses align somewhat with what the followers of Jesus experienced when Jesus appeared among them and said “peace be with you.” They did not immediately recognize him – for understandable reasons.
You have to remember that this was the first time that most -- maybe all of them -- had seen the effects that the crucifixion had on his body. He died just before the sundown that started the Sabbath and he was entombed hastily. Most of his followers had fled. Here he was pointing to his marred hands and feet. If these wounds remained, I imagine the evidence of the whip and crown of thorns did as well.
The thing that stuns me most about this story is not that Jesus came back from the dead, and appeared to his followers and ate in front of them. It’s that he came back with a body marked with the scars of his humanity – some that were visible and I’m sure some that were not. And he asked to be recognized by these – and offered his friends the intimate and horrifying invitation to touch them in order to know that they were real.
We have spent millennia erasing the humanity from the risen Jesus in our art and our imaginations – it’s almost impossible not to see that fair skinned, long haired, Anglo-Saxon man whose hands and feet are tastefully marked to indicate his time on the cross. That’s how we know Jesus. What comes to mind first, his pretty face or his wounds?
And I’m afraid that this distorted memory of Jesus’ resurrected body has distorted our own body image as well. It must take a perfect Jesus to remove our imperfections, our disabilities, our weaknesses, which is why he came, wasn’t it? To make us perfect? Only the most beautiful and hale and fair can model for that kind of portrait. Think about this and you begin to see the power that a distorted image of the body of Christ might have on how the living body of Christ sees itself and behaves.
When we would reveal this oil painting of Jesus modeled after a woman with Down’s Syndrome, I could sense another feeling in the room – there was also a measure of fear there, I think, as people felt the weight of the consequences of changing the traditional image of the Christ from healthy, white, male to someone else. What would become of the church if we opened the door of our imaginations that wide to allow for a Black, Asian, Indigenous Christ? Trans Christ? Wheelchair using Christ? Cognitively impaired Christ? Why, Christ could then be recognized in just about anybody.
Jesus returns from the dead with the body he died in in order to remind us that he did not abandon his humanity when he rose from the dead. God stayed with us in order to draw us into the Divine body. The signs of our sinful attack upon Jesus’ body didn’t go away – and they don’t go away -- but their power did and does. That’s what Christ’s healing does, what his resurrection does – it removes the scathing power of rejection and it loves the skin we’re in – scarred, blemished, aged, pigmented, toned or flabby – and that’s not even mentioning all the marks and impairments that can be hidden from others. In disability studies people without impairments are called the “temporarily able bodied.” Hold that up against the promise of being eternally beloved.
“Why are you frightened, and why do doubts arise in your hearts? Look at my hands and my feet; see that it is I myself,” Jesus says in Luke’s Gospel.
In her book The Disabled God: Toward a Liberation Theology of Disability Nancy Eiesland reflects on this passage. “Here is the resurrected Christ making good on the incarnational proclamation that God would be with us,” she writes, “embodied as we are, incorporating the fullness of human contingency and ordinary life into God.”
“The disabled God is not only the One from heaven,” she goes on to say. “But the revelation of true personhood, underscoring the reality that full personhood is fully compatible with the experience of disability.”
See what love the Father has given us, that we should be called children of God; and that is what we are, says the author of First John. Because that is what Jesus is.
Beloved, we are God's children now; what we will be has not yet been revealed. What we do know is this: when he is revealed, we will be like him, for we will see him as he is.
And perhaps to see Jesus as he is, we have to see ourselves as we really are. And if we’re really honest with ourselves there is not one of us that does not know impairment, does not have an inventory of our hidden wounds, has not been dis-abled in some way by the life we’re in. And the Good News of Jesus is that none of that makes us less than beloved in his eyes.
But we are not only caught up in and claimed as beloved in the risen body of God, we are commissioned.
When Jesus appears among his followers hunkered down in that upper room, it is not only to bring peace, though that’s the start. It is to call them to the life they are to live in this new world that Jesus has brought with him:
They are to proclaim repentance and forgiveness of sins to all nations in his name, beginning from Jerusalem. Because they have seen the risen Christ and thus are witnesses of these things.
And that good news that they are to proclaim and that we are to proclaim is that no one is to be denied entry into the life of God because of their humanity, their current wounds, their past sins. As long as they are willing to enter that life not by their ability to dominate, or force, or explain or of even understand. But rather by their ability to see in Christ’s wounds their own profound limits and the world-changing possibilities that come from being children of God.
In short, by their own willingness sit among all their vulnerabilities and impairments and to model for the next portrait of Jesus Christ.
Amen.
Permission to podcast/stream the music in this service obtained from One License with license #A-701187. All rights reserved.
Video, photographs, and graphics by the Church of St. Martin-in-the-Fields. Episcopal Church of St. Martin-in-the-Fields, 8000 St. Martin's Lane, Philadelphia, PA 19118. 215.247.7466. https://www.stmartinec.org
Today's readings are:
Acts 3:12-19
Psalm 4
Luke 24:36b-48
Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net
Transcript:
[Music]
[The Rev. Barbara Ballenger] When Bob was a young Catholic priest, he would make pastoral visits to an institution called Apple Creek in northeast Ohio. It was a home for people with physical and cognitive disabilities. The visitors would bring with them a box full of items with which to create a sacred space for them, candles, a bible, Eucharistic elements, a portrait of Jesus by Francis Hook. It was the portrait of Jesus that got Bob thinking. It was the one where Jesus’ hair is kind of blown back and he looks rugged and healthy, like he could be selling athletic wear or singing labor songs.
Bob wondered if this portrait of Jesus looked like anyone that the residents of Apple Creek would recognize. He wondered if it would remind them of themselves, people who had Down’s Syndrome, Cerebral Palsy, who used wheelchairs and walkers, who had the kinds of impairments that you could see from a distance. He wondered what a portrait of Jesus would look like if it were modeled after people who lived at Apple Creek.
So he decided to commission one. He worked with his friend Dan Whitely, a local artist. Participants in the diocese’s ministry to people with disabilities modeled. Dan created a series of paintings called Jesus and his Disciples.
They were big bold colorful paintings, more than 3 and a half foot square. When I worked with Bob in the performing arts ministry in the 1990s we would take one of the paintings with us to programs – a large scale oil portrait of Jesus, whose model had been Donna, a woman with Down’s Syndrome. Bob would tell the story about Apple Creek and about commissioning the paintings, and then he would pull this piece of art from the large cardboard box and announce, this the latest portrait of Jesus Christ. What do you think?”
It's been more than 20 years. I still remember the responses from scores of these conversations.
Some would say: I don’t like it. It makes me uncomfortable. That’s a woman and Jesus was a man. Jesus was perfect and this Jesus is not. It’s not historical -- Jesus was not retarded. Others would say, it’s perfect. It makes me want to cry. I see myself in that painting. I recall a person with cognitive impairments saying, “It looks like me.”
When this portrait of Jesus entered the room, people were startled. Some were doubtful, some were joyous, some believed and others did not.
Those responses align somewhat with what the followers of Jesus experienced when Jesus appeared among them and said “peace be with you.” They did not immediately recognize him – for understandable reasons.
You have to remember that this was the first time that most -- maybe all of them -- had seen the effects that the crucifixion had on his body. He died just before the sundown that started the Sabbath and he was entombed hastily. Most of his followers had fled. Here he was pointing to his marred hands and feet. If these wounds remained, I imagine the evidence of the whip and crown of thorns did as well.
The thing that stuns me most about this story is not that Jesus came back from the dead, and appeared to his followers and ate in front of them. It’s that he came back with a body marked with the scars of his humanity – some that were visible and I’m sure some that were not. And he asked to be recognized by these – and offered his friends the intimate and horrifying invitation to touch them in order to know that they were real.
We have spent millennia erasing the humanity from the risen Jesus in our art and our imaginations – it’s almost impossible not to see that fair skinned, long haired, Anglo-Saxon man whose hands and feet are tastefully marked to indicate his time on the cross. That’s how we know Jesus. What comes to mind first, his pretty face or his wounds?
And I’m afraid that this distorted memory of Jesus’ resurrected body has distorted our own body image as well. It must take a perfect Jesus to remove our imperfections, our disabilities, our weaknesses, which is why he came, wasn’t it? To make us perfect? Only the most beautiful and hale and fair can model for that kind of portrait. Think about this and you begin to see the power that a distorted image of the body of Christ might have on how the living body of Christ sees itself and behaves.
When we would reveal this oil painting of Jesus modeled after a woman with Down’s Syndrome, I could sense another feeling in the room – there was also a measure of fear there, I think, as people felt the weight of the consequences of changing the traditional image of the Christ from healthy, white, male to someone else. What would become of the church if we opened the door of our imaginations that wide to allow for a Black, Asian, Indigenous Christ? Trans Christ? Wheelchair using Christ? Cognitively impaired Christ? Why, Christ could then be recognized in just about anybody.
Jesus returns from the dead with the body he died in in order to remind us that he did not abandon his humanity when he rose from the dead. God stayed with us in order to draw us into the Divine body. The signs of our sinful attack upon Jesus’ body didn’t go away – and they don’t go away -- but their power did and does. That’s what Christ’s healing does, what his resurrection does – it removes the scathing power of rejection and it loves the skin we’re in – scarred, blemished, aged, pigmented, toned or flabby – and that’s not even mentioning all the marks and impairments that can be hidden from others. In disability studies people without impairments are called the “temporarily able bodied.” Hold that up against the promise of being eternally beloved.
“Why are you frightened, and why do doubts arise in your hearts? Look at my hands and my feet; see that it is I myself,” Jesus says in Luke’s Gospel.
In her book The Disabled God: Toward a Liberation Theology of Disability Nancy Eiesland reflects on this passage. “Here is the resurrected Christ making good on the incarnational proclamation that God would be with us,” she writes, “embodied as we are, incorporating the fullness of human contingency and ordinary life into God.”
“The disabled God is not only the One from heaven,” she goes on to say. “But the revelation of true personhood, underscoring the reality that full personhood is fully compatible with the experience of disability.”
See what love the Father has given us, that we should be called children of God; and that is what we are, says the author of First John. Because that is what Jesus is.
Beloved, we are God's children now; what we will be has not yet been revealed. What we do know is this: when he is revealed, we will be like him, for we will see him as he is.
And perhaps to see Jesus as he is, we have to see ourselves as we really are. And if we’re really honest with ourselves there is not one of us that does not know impairment, does not have an inventory of our hidden wounds, has not been dis-abled in some way by the life we’re in. And the Good News of Jesus is that none of that makes us less than beloved in his eyes.
But we are not only caught up in and claimed as beloved in the risen body of God, we are commissioned.
When Jesus appears among his followers hunkered down in that upper room, it is not only to bring peace, though that’s the start. It is to call them to the life they are to live in this new world that Jesus has brought with him:
They are to proclaim repentance and forgiveness of sins to all nations in his name, beginning from Jerusalem. Because they have seen the risen Christ and thus are witnesses of these things.
And that good news that they are to proclaim and that we are to proclaim is that no one is to be denied entry into the life of God because of their humanity, their current wounds, their past sins. As long as they are willing to enter that life not by their ability to dominate, or force, or explain or of even understand. But rather by their ability to see in Christ’s wounds their own profound limits and the world-changing possibilities that come from being children of God.
In short, by their own willingness sit among all their vulnerabilities and impairments and to model for the next portrait of Jesus Christ.
Amen.
Permission to podcast/stream the music in this service obtained from One License with license #A-701187. All rights reserved.
Video, photographs, and graphics by the Church of St. Martin-in-the-Fields. Episcopal Church of St. Martin-in-the-Fields, 8000 St. Martin's Lane, Philadelphia, PA 19118. 215.247.7466. https://www.stmartinec.org
Apr 11, 2021 |
And Yet, Jesus Persisted
| The Rev. Jarrett Kerbel
And Yet, Jesus Persisted
The Rev. Jarrett Kerbel's sermon for the Second Sunday of Easter.
Today's readings are:
Acts 4:32-35
Psalm 133
John 20:19-31
Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net
Transcript:
Please join me in a spirit of prayer. Lord Christ, in your risen, wounded body, in your Holy Spirit, you give us all that we need to follow in your way. We thank you for this gift and we pray your grace, that we may follow. In Christ's name we pray, Amen. Please be seated.
I want to begin with a word of thanks to our quartet who are operating without our Director of Music, Tyrone Whiting who's under the weather. So love to you, thank you. We are grateful as always. Boy, so good that music.
Here we are, one week later, and the disciples are still in the house. The Beloved Disciple and Peter brought a report of an empty tomb. Mary of Magdala met the Risen Christ and brought the good news to the disciples. The Risen Christ himself appears. One week ago, in the house where the disciples huddle, Jesus shows himself, displays his wounds, grants them the gift of peace, breathes the Holy Spirit on them and gives them a command to go forth.
One week later, they're still in the house.
Like the cat in the song and the postman who rings twice, the Risen Christ keeps coming back. The one who said keep knocking on God's door until God pays attention, knocks on our door persistently and repeatedly until we begin to respond.
What God has done, God has finished. Jesus is risen from the dead. Peace is secure between humanity and God the stone is rolled away, the gate is open, Alleluia Alleluia. Now, the ongoing drama is in the souls of the disciples, the students of Jesus, and the ongoing drama is in our souls, as students of Jesus. As we slowly wake up to what is now possible for us, as we slowly wake up to what risen life means for us.
In relation to this good news of risen life that I struggle to take in, I sometimes see my soul as a big chunk of ice thrown onto the embers of a winter fire. On one side, I'm melting, I'm warm, I'm starting to steam a little, and on the other, I’m still hard and cold. The human soul has a density a defensiveness well learned and sometimes necessary, so it seems that it takes repeated exposures and reassurances from God for most of us to melt into His life.
So Jesus persists each time he appears, he speaks peace to the frightened disciples in the house “peace be with you.” He says it three times in this chapter of John. He is ministering to them. They are not at peace. He is bringing them a gift that they need, and we can easily imagine why. This room they're in is swirling with feelings: guilt, shame, fear, trauma. These souls are full of conflicting feelings, keenly aware of their shortcomings, their betrayal, cowardice, and the guilt and shame that go with it, agitated to their core in their fear of the Roman Authorities, the temple authorities, and not to mention their fear of God. How will they stand before God when he appears? What will that encounter be like when the one who vacated the tomb comes to visit? Agitated as well by the tension between disbelief, and perhaps even more dangerously, belief.
If I believe in this Risen One, what are the wild implications for my life? Their world is topsy-turvy. They are spiritually seasick. They need love and reassurance to rebalance, find their keel, find themselves in this new life they've been given. They need time to process. Our human minds and souls are narrow and short-sighted. This is a lot to take in.
If anyone could judge them for their failures, it would be Jesus, or could be Jesus. Jesus does not. Jesus raises no word of judgment. Instead, Jesus ministers to the guilt and the shame and the fear and the nausea by saying “peace.” Like he calmed the storm on the Sea of Galilee, he is calming the storm of fretful souls in his community. “Peace be with you.”
“Peace be with you,” which is to say we are not at war, we are not in conflict, you are okay with me, we are working together and we're on the same side. “Peace be with you,” which is to say you will need this peace, this peace that passes all understanding, because I'm giving you everything you need to leave this house of fear and confront the same forces that crucified me.
He shows his wounds. He allows the wounds to be inspected. Those marks are his calling card, and what holds the disciples in fear is represented by the wounds. He is showing them the marks of what they fear, and he is showing that he has defeated what they fear. Those terrifying marks of God rejecting violence are now surrounded by the living body of their gentle loving Lord. He is victorious, he is vindicated, he is teaching them once again by saying “peace be with you, I am your passport across the border of fear and guilt and shame that keeps you stuck in this house.”
How are we stuck? How are you stuck? How were you stuck and are not stuck anymore, and are rejoicing for it? What fears are confining us to a smaller life, huddled and timid when God is calling us to so much more? Why are we holding on to turmoil, agitation, and guilt when God has made peace with us? The drama going forward is in our souls. God has made peace with us and accepting that gift is our spiritual life. Accepting that gift comes with the next gift: purpose, mission, for each one of us, a mission to go out, to serve in Christ's name and Christ's love, confronting all the forces that marked his body with torture and death. Going out in service, going forth in faith that his risen life has already overcome and overwhelmed everything that opposes God. Thanks be to God.
Just for a moment—you thought i was done, psych! You wish I was done. Just for a moment (maybe I should be done), just for a moment, take that room where the disciples are huddled and hold it in tension with the reading from the Acts of the Apostles: how they go from that place stuck in fear to this beloved community of sharing all goods in common. Referencing our own souls, think about all that had to be overcome to get from there to here. Referencing our own souls, what transformation was made possible by this resurrection, to go from stuck in fear to selling everything for the good of your fellow community member. And you get a sense of the power of the gift that's been given to us, what it can do in our lives.
The Risen One comes back again and again, persistent and repeatedly, equipping us, resourcing us encouraging us, showing us that the way he calls us to, the way he sends us out to live is the way of life, abundant life, a way of life fully animated by the Holy Spirit, to confront all crucifying forces with courage, faithfulness and peace. Thanks be to God. Amen.
Video, photographs, and graphics by the Church of St. Martin-in-the-Fields. Episcopal Church of St. Martin-in-the-Fields, 8000 St. Martin's Lane, Philadelphia, PA 19118. 215.247.7466. https://www.stmartinec.org
Today's readings are:
Acts 4:32-35
Psalm 133
John 20:19-31
Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net
Transcript:
Please join me in a spirit of prayer. Lord Christ, in your risen, wounded body, in your Holy Spirit, you give us all that we need to follow in your way. We thank you for this gift and we pray your grace, that we may follow. In Christ's name we pray, Amen. Please be seated.
I want to begin with a word of thanks to our quartet who are operating without our Director of Music, Tyrone Whiting who's under the weather. So love to you, thank you. We are grateful as always. Boy, so good that music.
Here we are, one week later, and the disciples are still in the house. The Beloved Disciple and Peter brought a report of an empty tomb. Mary of Magdala met the Risen Christ and brought the good news to the disciples. The Risen Christ himself appears. One week ago, in the house where the disciples huddle, Jesus shows himself, displays his wounds, grants them the gift of peace, breathes the Holy Spirit on them and gives them a command to go forth.
One week later, they're still in the house.
Like the cat in the song and the postman who rings twice, the Risen Christ keeps coming back. The one who said keep knocking on God's door until God pays attention, knocks on our door persistently and repeatedly until we begin to respond.
What God has done, God has finished. Jesus is risen from the dead. Peace is secure between humanity and God the stone is rolled away, the gate is open, Alleluia Alleluia. Now, the ongoing drama is in the souls of the disciples, the students of Jesus, and the ongoing drama is in our souls, as students of Jesus. As we slowly wake up to what is now possible for us, as we slowly wake up to what risen life means for us.
In relation to this good news of risen life that I struggle to take in, I sometimes see my soul as a big chunk of ice thrown onto the embers of a winter fire. On one side, I'm melting, I'm warm, I'm starting to steam a little, and on the other, I’m still hard and cold. The human soul has a density a defensiveness well learned and sometimes necessary, so it seems that it takes repeated exposures and reassurances from God for most of us to melt into His life.
So Jesus persists each time he appears, he speaks peace to the frightened disciples in the house “peace be with you.” He says it three times in this chapter of John. He is ministering to them. They are not at peace. He is bringing them a gift that they need, and we can easily imagine why. This room they're in is swirling with feelings: guilt, shame, fear, trauma. These souls are full of conflicting feelings, keenly aware of their shortcomings, their betrayal, cowardice, and the guilt and shame that go with it, agitated to their core in their fear of the Roman Authorities, the temple authorities, and not to mention their fear of God. How will they stand before God when he appears? What will that encounter be like when the one who vacated the tomb comes to visit? Agitated as well by the tension between disbelief, and perhaps even more dangerously, belief.
If I believe in this Risen One, what are the wild implications for my life? Their world is topsy-turvy. They are spiritually seasick. They need love and reassurance to rebalance, find their keel, find themselves in this new life they've been given. They need time to process. Our human minds and souls are narrow and short-sighted. This is a lot to take in.
If anyone could judge them for their failures, it would be Jesus, or could be Jesus. Jesus does not. Jesus raises no word of judgment. Instead, Jesus ministers to the guilt and the shame and the fear and the nausea by saying “peace.” Like he calmed the storm on the Sea of Galilee, he is calming the storm of fretful souls in his community. “Peace be with you.”
“Peace be with you,” which is to say we are not at war, we are not in conflict, you are okay with me, we are working together and we're on the same side. “Peace be with you,” which is to say you will need this peace, this peace that passes all understanding, because I'm giving you everything you need to leave this house of fear and confront the same forces that crucified me.
He shows his wounds. He allows the wounds to be inspected. Those marks are his calling card, and what holds the disciples in fear is represented by the wounds. He is showing them the marks of what they fear, and he is showing that he has defeated what they fear. Those terrifying marks of God rejecting violence are now surrounded by the living body of their gentle loving Lord. He is victorious, he is vindicated, he is teaching them once again by saying “peace be with you, I am your passport across the border of fear and guilt and shame that keeps you stuck in this house.”
How are we stuck? How are you stuck? How were you stuck and are not stuck anymore, and are rejoicing for it? What fears are confining us to a smaller life, huddled and timid when God is calling us to so much more? Why are we holding on to turmoil, agitation, and guilt when God has made peace with us? The drama going forward is in our souls. God has made peace with us and accepting that gift is our spiritual life. Accepting that gift comes with the next gift: purpose, mission, for each one of us, a mission to go out, to serve in Christ's name and Christ's love, confronting all the forces that marked his body with torture and death. Going out in service, going forth in faith that his risen life has already overcome and overwhelmed everything that opposes God. Thanks be to God.
Just for a moment—you thought i was done, psych! You wish I was done. Just for a moment (maybe I should be done), just for a moment, take that room where the disciples are huddled and hold it in tension with the reading from the Acts of the Apostles: how they go from that place stuck in fear to this beloved community of sharing all goods in common. Referencing our own souls, think about all that had to be overcome to get from there to here. Referencing our own souls, what transformation was made possible by this resurrection, to go from stuck in fear to selling everything for the good of your fellow community member. And you get a sense of the power of the gift that's been given to us, what it can do in our lives.
The Risen One comes back again and again, persistent and repeatedly, equipping us, resourcing us encouraging us, showing us that the way he calls us to, the way he sends us out to live is the way of life, abundant life, a way of life fully animated by the Holy Spirit, to confront all crucifying forces with courage, faithfulness and peace. Thanks be to God. Amen.
Video, photographs, and graphics by the Church of St. Martin-in-the-Fields. Episcopal Church of St. Martin-in-the-Fields, 8000 St. Martin's Lane, Philadelphia, PA 19118. 215.247.7466. https://www.stmartinec.org
Apr 04, 2021 |
Come Back to Life
| The Rev. Jarrett Kerbel
Come Back to Life
Sermon by the Rev. Jarrett Kerbel for Easter Day, the Feast of the Resurrection of Our Lord.
Today's readings are:
Isaiah 25:6-9
Psalm 118:1-2, 14-24
1 Corinthians 15:19-26
John 20:1-18
Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net
Transcript:
[Introductory music, played by brass instruments: Jesus Christ is Risen Today]
[The Rev. Barbara Ballenger] Alleluia, Christ is risen!
[Crowd] The Lord is Risen indeed, Alleluia!
[The Rev. Barbara Ballenger] Alleluia, Christ is risen!
[Crowd] The Lord is Risen indeed, Alleluia!
[The Rev. Barbara Ballenger] Alleluia, Christ is risen!
[Crowd] The Lord is Risen indeed, Alleluia!
[The Rev. Jarrett Kerbel] Please join me in a spirit of prayer.
Gracious God, how can we thank you for this gorgeous Easter Day, under the sun, on a football field, worshiping you? Lord God, we thank you that your risen life fills our lives with goodness and that your love is undying and unbreakable and shines upon our hearts and invites us into an open-hearted life of grace and hope and courage. Following in the way of your Son, growing into his stature, living his life as a body in his name in your world. How can we thank you, Lord for the grace of this day where death is defeated and your life is affirmed. May we live each day in the light of your resurrection, open-hearted and living in response to your Risen One. Amen.
Please be seated.
(Struggling with a loose cloth mask, it flies off, another surgical mask is underneath) Okay, whatever.
Happy Easter, y'all! Christ is risen!
Here we are on the home field of the Devils.
Celebrating Easter.
So much for home field advantage.
There is no better place to celebrate Easter than on this field. We did consider using the scoreboard and I really wish where it says Home it said Devils because we could say Devils zero, Jesus one. Or in better respect to our gracious hosts, SCH (Springside Chestnut Hill) Academy we could say, Jesus one, Death zero. Let me give heartfelt thanks to the Blue Devils of SCH for helping us gather as the Risen Body of Christ this Easter morning, coming back to life. And, I promise, no more football jokes.
In our Easter Gospel we have a foot race. We have a laundry list. We have a lot of weeping and a case of mistaken identity. Through it all, the abundant Good News of risen life in Christ pours out to us as God's invitation, “Come back to life”. In the one story, we have two contrasting sections: the first with Peter and the Beloved Disciple, and the second with Mary of Magdala and Jesus. Two ways of responding to God's abundant invitation.
Now I think of the Peter and the Beloved Disciple part as slapstick. Like boys do, and very much in character for Peter, the two disciples compete in a foot race to get to the tomb of Jesus after Mary Magdala, serving as the first apostle by the way, gives them the news of an empty grave. How many times had Jesus taught them “the first will be last and the last will be first”? Yet here they are, still caught up in a competitive spirit, sprinting to be the first man….[responding to a vocalization in the crowd] He gets it...The first man on the scene. Me first, me first, me first, me first, sprinting to outdo one another. And I find myself wondering, worrying even, identifying just a little bit, will their competition and haste cause them to miss what has been done for them? Indeed Peter, very much in character, walks away from the miracle of an empty tomb with a laundry list, a precise accounting of the linens that has been passed down to us through the Gospel. Perhaps a subtle warning by the Gospel writer for us to avoid crass literalism on Easter morning. Yet whatever their bumblings and whatever my bumblings and our bumblings, we walk away with our first gift of this Gospel story. The Gospel writer says the Beloved went into the empty tomb, saw and believed, for as yet they did not understand.
Not understanding and believing. Believing and not understanding. Two great tastes that go great together, side by side. This is the first gift for us today because I know many of us are in just that place or we remember that place on our journey into faith in Christ. What a gift we can believe and know that we don't know all. At the same time, for all who are on the edge of that journey into believing, this is a gentle, generous invitation: even a mustard seed of curiosity gets us started. And oh, my friends, the understanding will come. The understanding will come with abundant rejuvenating gifts which stretch our conventional imagination, our narrow intellect, our cramped souls, and our pinched hearts into the fullness of Christ's love. So my friends, if you're sitting with confusion know that it is a gift. Our thinking does not save us. God's coming back to life saves us.
So after the slapstick of the Beloved and Peter, Mary of Magdala is left in her weeping and her confusion outside the tomb.
She is the one who is first to meet the Risen Christ. First the angels ask her - and always know that angels are just the front line of God, so God is talking, they're the messengers - the angels say, “Woman why are you weeping?” and then Jesus asks, “Woman why are you weeping?” And we know it's hard to see with eyes brimming and swollen with tears, so maybe this is why Mary mistakes Jesus for the gardener. And a gardener is a giver of life, so she's close.
Woman, why are you weeping? Jesus asks. The question is asked twice. There must be something important in the weeping.
How does Mary answer Jesus here is how I hear her answering. I hear her in the full-throated voice of lament and mourning. I hear Mary of Magdala saying, “Why? Why? Because the one who loved me was murdered. Why? Because the one I loved with all my heart was tortured to death, buried, and then stolen away from me. Why? Because all that I cherished as good in the world has been crushed and destroyed. Why am I weeping? The one who loved me into freedom is gone. Because everything I hoped for, everything I believed in, all that I held as good has been lost!” Mary mourns and weeps and through her tears she is the first to see the Risen One. Through her tears the Risen One appears to her, comes into focus. Mary, the faithful mourner, who knows what was lost on the cross. Mary, the one who weeps, is the one who sees.
Blessed are those who mourn for they shall be comforted.
Blessed are those who are pure in heart for they shall see God.
Blessed are those who thirst for righteousness for theirs is the kingdom of God. Mary of Magdala is the first person to live the life of beatitude. The life of beatitude that Jesus taught us, that Jesus offers us, that Jesus lives in us.
Now, over the past few years we have collectively experienced the fragility of the good.
The fragility of the good, and the vulnerability of all that we cherish. We have experienced the danger to the goods we have in common. Years of mourning, loss, anger, and fear and I want to suggest that it is through our tears, through our sorrow, through our heartbreak at the loss of what is good, what is best, that we will see the Risen One come into focus in our lives. It's through that lens of mourning the good and aching for the good. It's through that that we will see Jesus rise again in our lives and bring us back to life. The goodness of God's creation, the goodness of God's community, the goodness of God's way in Jesus have overcome all that opposes it, and they are victorious. God's vulnerable goodness. God's gentle, loving goodness. God's fragile, breakable, embodied life. Affirming and human-crafting goodness. God's simple, aching desire to love us no matter what. All these are victorious in the Risen One and we are invited to live in that same open-hearted space with Christ.
Alleluia! The Risen life of Christ is stronger than death. Alleluia! Stronger than empire. Alleluia! Stronger than hate. Alleluia! Stronger than anything that would separate us from the love of God. Alleluia!
So my friends, I pray you and I will accept this invitation of new life in Christ, and together we will come back to life. Amen.
Permission to podcast/stream the music in this service obtained from One License with license #A-701187. All rights reserved.
Photographs, video, and graphics by the Church of St. Martin-in-the-Fields. Episcopal Church of St. Martin-in-the-Fields, 8000 St. Martin's Lane, Philadelphia, PA 19118. 215.247.7466. https://www.stmartinec.org
Thanks to:
Producer/Audio: Daniel Cooper
Video: Jason Fifield
Live Tech: Elton Cannon, Cole Appelman
Full Service In-Video Editing/Captioning: Daniel Cooper
Editor: Natalee Hill
Today's readings are:
Isaiah 25:6-9
Psalm 118:1-2, 14-24
1 Corinthians 15:19-26
John 20:1-18
Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net
Transcript:
[Introductory music, played by brass instruments: Jesus Christ is Risen Today]
[The Rev. Barbara Ballenger] Alleluia, Christ is risen!
[Crowd] The Lord is Risen indeed, Alleluia!
[The Rev. Barbara Ballenger] Alleluia, Christ is risen!
[Crowd] The Lord is Risen indeed, Alleluia!
[The Rev. Barbara Ballenger] Alleluia, Christ is risen!
[Crowd] The Lord is Risen indeed, Alleluia!
[The Rev. Jarrett Kerbel] Please join me in a spirit of prayer.
Gracious God, how can we thank you for this gorgeous Easter Day, under the sun, on a football field, worshiping you? Lord God, we thank you that your risen life fills our lives with goodness and that your love is undying and unbreakable and shines upon our hearts and invites us into an open-hearted life of grace and hope and courage. Following in the way of your Son, growing into his stature, living his life as a body in his name in your world. How can we thank you, Lord for the grace of this day where death is defeated and your life is affirmed. May we live each day in the light of your resurrection, open-hearted and living in response to your Risen One. Amen.
Please be seated.
(Struggling with a loose cloth mask, it flies off, another surgical mask is underneath) Okay, whatever.
Happy Easter, y'all! Christ is risen!
Here we are on the home field of the Devils.
Celebrating Easter.
So much for home field advantage.
There is no better place to celebrate Easter than on this field. We did consider using the scoreboard and I really wish where it says Home it said Devils because we could say Devils zero, Jesus one. Or in better respect to our gracious hosts, SCH (Springside Chestnut Hill) Academy we could say, Jesus one, Death zero. Let me give heartfelt thanks to the Blue Devils of SCH for helping us gather as the Risen Body of Christ this Easter morning, coming back to life. And, I promise, no more football jokes.
In our Easter Gospel we have a foot race. We have a laundry list. We have a lot of weeping and a case of mistaken identity. Through it all, the abundant Good News of risen life in Christ pours out to us as God's invitation, “Come back to life”. In the one story, we have two contrasting sections: the first with Peter and the Beloved Disciple, and the second with Mary of Magdala and Jesus. Two ways of responding to God's abundant invitation.
Now I think of the Peter and the Beloved Disciple part as slapstick. Like boys do, and very much in character for Peter, the two disciples compete in a foot race to get to the tomb of Jesus after Mary Magdala, serving as the first apostle by the way, gives them the news of an empty grave. How many times had Jesus taught them “the first will be last and the last will be first”? Yet here they are, still caught up in a competitive spirit, sprinting to be the first man….[responding to a vocalization in the crowd] He gets it...The first man on the scene. Me first, me first, me first, me first, sprinting to outdo one another. And I find myself wondering, worrying even, identifying just a little bit, will their competition and haste cause them to miss what has been done for them? Indeed Peter, very much in character, walks away from the miracle of an empty tomb with a laundry list, a precise accounting of the linens that has been passed down to us through the Gospel. Perhaps a subtle warning by the Gospel writer for us to avoid crass literalism on Easter morning. Yet whatever their bumblings and whatever my bumblings and our bumblings, we walk away with our first gift of this Gospel story. The Gospel writer says the Beloved went into the empty tomb, saw and believed, for as yet they did not understand.
Not understanding and believing. Believing and not understanding. Two great tastes that go great together, side by side. This is the first gift for us today because I know many of us are in just that place or we remember that place on our journey into faith in Christ. What a gift we can believe and know that we don't know all. At the same time, for all who are on the edge of that journey into believing, this is a gentle, generous invitation: even a mustard seed of curiosity gets us started. And oh, my friends, the understanding will come. The understanding will come with abundant rejuvenating gifts which stretch our conventional imagination, our narrow intellect, our cramped souls, and our pinched hearts into the fullness of Christ's love. So my friends, if you're sitting with confusion know that it is a gift. Our thinking does not save us. God's coming back to life saves us.
So after the slapstick of the Beloved and Peter, Mary of Magdala is left in her weeping and her confusion outside the tomb.
She is the one who is first to meet the Risen Christ. First the angels ask her - and always know that angels are just the front line of God, so God is talking, they're the messengers - the angels say, “Woman why are you weeping?” and then Jesus asks, “Woman why are you weeping?” And we know it's hard to see with eyes brimming and swollen with tears, so maybe this is why Mary mistakes Jesus for the gardener. And a gardener is a giver of life, so she's close.
Woman, why are you weeping? Jesus asks. The question is asked twice. There must be something important in the weeping.
How does Mary answer Jesus here is how I hear her answering. I hear her in the full-throated voice of lament and mourning. I hear Mary of Magdala saying, “Why? Why? Because the one who loved me was murdered. Why? Because the one I loved with all my heart was tortured to death, buried, and then stolen away from me. Why? Because all that I cherished as good in the world has been crushed and destroyed. Why am I weeping? The one who loved me into freedom is gone. Because everything I hoped for, everything I believed in, all that I held as good has been lost!” Mary mourns and weeps and through her tears she is the first to see the Risen One. Through her tears the Risen One appears to her, comes into focus. Mary, the faithful mourner, who knows what was lost on the cross. Mary, the one who weeps, is the one who sees.
Blessed are those who mourn for they shall be comforted.
Blessed are those who are pure in heart for they shall see God.
Blessed are those who thirst for righteousness for theirs is the kingdom of God. Mary of Magdala is the first person to live the life of beatitude. The life of beatitude that Jesus taught us, that Jesus offers us, that Jesus lives in us.
Now, over the past few years we have collectively experienced the fragility of the good.
The fragility of the good, and the vulnerability of all that we cherish. We have experienced the danger to the goods we have in common. Years of mourning, loss, anger, and fear and I want to suggest that it is through our tears, through our sorrow, through our heartbreak at the loss of what is good, what is best, that we will see the Risen One come into focus in our lives. It's through that lens of mourning the good and aching for the good. It's through that that we will see Jesus rise again in our lives and bring us back to life. The goodness of God's creation, the goodness of God's community, the goodness of God's way in Jesus have overcome all that opposes it, and they are victorious. God's vulnerable goodness. God's gentle, loving goodness. God's fragile, breakable, embodied life. Affirming and human-crafting goodness. God's simple, aching desire to love us no matter what. All these are victorious in the Risen One and we are invited to live in that same open-hearted space with Christ.
Alleluia! The Risen life of Christ is stronger than death. Alleluia! Stronger than empire. Alleluia! Stronger than hate. Alleluia! Stronger than anything that would separate us from the love of God. Alleluia!
So my friends, I pray you and I will accept this invitation of new life in Christ, and together we will come back to life. Amen.
Permission to podcast/stream the music in this service obtained from One License with license #A-701187. All rights reserved.
Photographs, video, and graphics by the Church of St. Martin-in-the-Fields. Episcopal Church of St. Martin-in-the-Fields, 8000 St. Martin's Lane, Philadelphia, PA 19118. 215.247.7466. https://www.stmartinec.org
Thanks to:
Producer/Audio: Daniel Cooper
Video: Jason Fifield
Live Tech: Elton Cannon, Cole Appelman
Full Service In-Video Editing/Captioning: Daniel Cooper
Editor: Natalee Hill
Apr 03, 2021 |
Here's to You and Me and the Space Between Us
| The Rev. Barbara Ballenger
Here's to You and Me and the Space Between Us
The Rev. Barbara Ballenger's sermon from the Great Vigil of Easter.
Today's readings are:
Genesis 1:1-2:4a
Psalm 136
Exodus 14:10-15:1
Ezekiel 37:1-14
Zephaniah 3:12-20
Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net
Transcript:
By Barbara Ballenger, Easter Vigil, 2021
[The Rev. Barbara Ballenger] When I was a little girl attending Catholic School, the main lesson we learned at this time of the year was that Jesus died to open the gates of Heaven. And I have this very detailed image in my head of great locked white gates being opened by a little cross-shaped key with Jesus on it. It must have come from a film strip. I’m sure it was done by the same artist who illustrated my children’s bible and book of saints.
Why did Jesus die on the cross? was the question. To open the gates of Heaven, came the answer. And that served me pretty well back then. It was tidy, bloodless, and put everything nicely in the past. Now I could go to Heaven when I died. Thank you Jesus.
But that story also created an image of Easter that really didn’t have much to do with my every-day life, birth to death. It made Easter about the afterlife. It didn’t suggest that as soon as Easter happened something profound changed on this earth, in this life, and by consequence, my life.
Now around the same time as I was learning those answers in religion class, I discovered an even better theology of Easter – though I didn’t realize it at the time. It was written on a coffee mug that sat near the tooth brushes in my grandma’s bathroom. My grandma lived in a tiny little house on Oregon Street in Lafayette Indiana. For the first 10 years of my life we would make the seven-hour drive twice a year to visit her there. And because it was before the invention of hand-held electronic devices, I had very little to do on those visits. So to keep myself entertained, I explored. And believe me there wasn’t much real-estate at hand. So I peaked in the drawers and hampers, pulled out the few ancient toys that were available, swung on the porch swing on the tiny porch and prowled through the seven rooms that made up her house.
That’s how I found the mug in the bathroom. It was printed with this saying: An Irish Toast. Here’s to you and me and the space between us. Should one of us depart, let it not be you nor I but the space between us.
I think I was about 9 when I figured out what it meant. It made me laugh. And then I forgot about it for about 45 years.
Until a few weeks ago as I was gathering up my thoughts about the cross, like a priest does in Lent, and up came that old Irish toast unbidden: Here’s to You and Me and the Space Between us, should one of us depart let it not be you nor I but the space between us.
And it occurred to me that it was a theology of the cross, or perhaps of the resurrection. Or maybe God actually is Irish, as some of my ancestors suspected I’m sure.
Why did Jesus die on the cross? was the question? To remove the space between us, came the answer. To remove that painful emptiness that can lie between us and God and us and one another. To remove it by filling it with something else -- the presence of God. I think that has been God’s agenda from the beginning, since that first moment when humanity discovered the distancing qualities of the knowledge of good and evil.
This past year the space between us has taken on a very particular quality – it’s at least six feet. It requires a mask. For more than a year the space between us has been cemented between thresholds that can’t be crossed, into hospitals, or nursing homes, or houses where loved ones are and we can’t go. The space between us has been physical and palpable – even for those of us who kind of liked our space, liked some distance. Even for introverts, I’m told.
And we learned again this year that that space between us is also ethical, political, historical – as we struggled again with the impassable spaces we’ve constructed out of race and difference and fear, out of violence, and terror and power. That’s when the space between us is the measure of our sinfulness, that distance that we pace off between us and God, between us and the rest of God’s good creation.
Jesus died to remove the space between us. Which is ironic, since crucifixion separated Jesus from those he loved by the greatest of distances – not the one that God made by locking the gates, but one that humanity made by turning the back. And Jesus hung there looking across the space between us and him, between us and God, and he chose to fill that space, to close that breach, with forgiveness.
His death should have been the final departure, the great cutting of the ties between God and humanity, it should have sent us careening back to the formless void. But instead Jesus’ death and resurrection became a return, a healing of the breach, a re-creation of the world where he could be discovered again and again, recognizable, alive and everywhere.
Each Easter Vigil invites us again to cross that threshold and live into that space, in the belief that what fills the gaps between us and one another and between us and God -- is God. Call it amazing grace. Call it the Kingdom of God. Call it an act of faith that our divisions and distances from one another are healable – in fact might already be healed.
Paul said it this way in his letter to the Romans, people he knew at a distance, whom he never got to meet (Rom. 8: 38-39)
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.
Paul could have added neither shipwrecks, nor arguments, nor broken relationships, nor jail time, nor stonings, nor beatings, nor temptations, nor slightly oversized egos can separate me from the love of God … for all those things were his to bear. You can insert your own list there.
How might the quality of the wounds, and chasms and distances we might list change if we live in this way – in the promise of Easter, that blessed assurance that God fills the space between us. We know the list itself doesn’t go away, but something about the quality of the space it describes changes. Where there was despair there is hope. Where there was death there is life. Where there was suffering there is beatitude.
To live in this way is a choice – because we always have a choice. It is something we can believe in or not. The very same life can be lived in an Easter way or a non-Easter way. We can live as though at a distance from God. Or we can live in the presence of God.
To live in the presence of God is to begin to see Jesus appearing everywhere. Not shut tight in bibles or theology books or behind church doors. But in faces, and in conversations, in silences and song, in longings and belongings, even written on the side of an old mug, in a bathroom, of a tiny house in a distant memory:
Here’s to you and me and the space between us. Should one of us depart, let it not be you nor I but the space between us. Happy Easter.
Permission to podcast/stream the music in this service obtained from One License with license #A-701187. All rights reserved.
Photographs and graphics by the Church of St. Martin-in-the-Fields. Episcopal Church of St. Martin-in-the-Fields, 8000 St. Martin's Lane, Philadelphia, PA 19118. 215.247.7466
Today's readings are:
Genesis 1:1-2:4a
Psalm 136
Exodus 14:10-15:1
Ezekiel 37:1-14
Zephaniah 3:12-20
Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net
Transcript:
By Barbara Ballenger, Easter Vigil, 2021
[The Rev. Barbara Ballenger] When I was a little girl attending Catholic School, the main lesson we learned at this time of the year was that Jesus died to open the gates of Heaven. And I have this very detailed image in my head of great locked white gates being opened by a little cross-shaped key with Jesus on it. It must have come from a film strip. I’m sure it was done by the same artist who illustrated my children’s bible and book of saints.
Why did Jesus die on the cross? was the question. To open the gates of Heaven, came the answer. And that served me pretty well back then. It was tidy, bloodless, and put everything nicely in the past. Now I could go to Heaven when I died. Thank you Jesus.
But that story also created an image of Easter that really didn’t have much to do with my every-day life, birth to death. It made Easter about the afterlife. It didn’t suggest that as soon as Easter happened something profound changed on this earth, in this life, and by consequence, my life.
Now around the same time as I was learning those answers in religion class, I discovered an even better theology of Easter – though I didn’t realize it at the time. It was written on a coffee mug that sat near the tooth brushes in my grandma’s bathroom. My grandma lived in a tiny little house on Oregon Street in Lafayette Indiana. For the first 10 years of my life we would make the seven-hour drive twice a year to visit her there. And because it was before the invention of hand-held electronic devices, I had very little to do on those visits. So to keep myself entertained, I explored. And believe me there wasn’t much real-estate at hand. So I peaked in the drawers and hampers, pulled out the few ancient toys that were available, swung on the porch swing on the tiny porch and prowled through the seven rooms that made up her house.
That’s how I found the mug in the bathroom. It was printed with this saying: An Irish Toast. Here’s to you and me and the space between us. Should one of us depart, let it not be you nor I but the space between us.
I think I was about 9 when I figured out what it meant. It made me laugh. And then I forgot about it for about 45 years.
Until a few weeks ago as I was gathering up my thoughts about the cross, like a priest does in Lent, and up came that old Irish toast unbidden: Here’s to You and Me and the Space Between us, should one of us depart let it not be you nor I but the space between us.
And it occurred to me that it was a theology of the cross, or perhaps of the resurrection. Or maybe God actually is Irish, as some of my ancestors suspected I’m sure.
Why did Jesus die on the cross? was the question? To remove the space between us, came the answer. To remove that painful emptiness that can lie between us and God and us and one another. To remove it by filling it with something else -- the presence of God. I think that has been God’s agenda from the beginning, since that first moment when humanity discovered the distancing qualities of the knowledge of good and evil.
This past year the space between us has taken on a very particular quality – it’s at least six feet. It requires a mask. For more than a year the space between us has been cemented between thresholds that can’t be crossed, into hospitals, or nursing homes, or houses where loved ones are and we can’t go. The space between us has been physical and palpable – even for those of us who kind of liked our space, liked some distance. Even for introverts, I’m told.
And we learned again this year that that space between us is also ethical, political, historical – as we struggled again with the impassable spaces we’ve constructed out of race and difference and fear, out of violence, and terror and power. That’s when the space between us is the measure of our sinfulness, that distance that we pace off between us and God, between us and the rest of God’s good creation.
Jesus died to remove the space between us. Which is ironic, since crucifixion separated Jesus from those he loved by the greatest of distances – not the one that God made by locking the gates, but one that humanity made by turning the back. And Jesus hung there looking across the space between us and him, between us and God, and he chose to fill that space, to close that breach, with forgiveness.
His death should have been the final departure, the great cutting of the ties between God and humanity, it should have sent us careening back to the formless void. But instead Jesus’ death and resurrection became a return, a healing of the breach, a re-creation of the world where he could be discovered again and again, recognizable, alive and everywhere.
Each Easter Vigil invites us again to cross that threshold and live into that space, in the belief that what fills the gaps between us and one another and between us and God -- is God. Call it amazing grace. Call it the Kingdom of God. Call it an act of faith that our divisions and distances from one another are healable – in fact might already be healed.
Paul said it this way in his letter to the Romans, people he knew at a distance, whom he never got to meet (Rom. 8: 38-39)
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.
Paul could have added neither shipwrecks, nor arguments, nor broken relationships, nor jail time, nor stonings, nor beatings, nor temptations, nor slightly oversized egos can separate me from the love of God … for all those things were his to bear. You can insert your own list there.
How might the quality of the wounds, and chasms and distances we might list change if we live in this way – in the promise of Easter, that blessed assurance that God fills the space between us. We know the list itself doesn’t go away, but something about the quality of the space it describes changes. Where there was despair there is hope. Where there was death there is life. Where there was suffering there is beatitude.
To live in this way is a choice – because we always have a choice. It is something we can believe in or not. The very same life can be lived in an Easter way or a non-Easter way. We can live as though at a distance from God. Or we can live in the presence of God.
To live in the presence of God is to begin to see Jesus appearing everywhere. Not shut tight in bibles or theology books or behind church doors. But in faces, and in conversations, in silences and song, in longings and belongings, even written on the side of an old mug, in a bathroom, of a tiny house in a distant memory:
Here’s to you and me and the space between us. Should one of us depart, let it not be you nor I but the space between us. Happy Easter.
Permission to podcast/stream the music in this service obtained from One License with license #A-701187. All rights reserved.
Photographs and graphics by the Church of St. Martin-in-the-Fields. Episcopal Church of St. Martin-in-the-Fields, 8000 St. Martin's Lane, Philadelphia, PA 19118. 215.247.7466
Mar 28, 2021 |
The Silence of the Messiah
| The Rev. Jarrett Kerbel
The Silence of the Messiah
The Palm Sunday Passion readings are stark in the silence of Jesus throughout them. Jesus does not have much to say, because he knows who he is and what must happen next. The question and the invitation that the Rev. Jarrett Kerbel shares with us is this: What is our role in the silence?
Sermon from Palm Sunday by the Rev. Jarrett Kerbel.
Today's readings are:
Philippians 2:5-11
Psalm 31:9-16
Mark 1:1-11
Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net for Palm Sunday, Year B.
Video, photographs, and graphics by the Church of St. Martin-in-the-Fields. Episcopal Church of St. Martin-in-the-Fields, 8000 St. Martin's Lane, Philadelphia, PA 19118. 215.247.7466. https://www.stmartinec.org
Transcript: Please join me in a spirit of prayer.
Lord God, grant us grace to open our hearts so that we may enter deeply into the holy mysteries of your passion and death. Grant us grace to bring our heartbreak our grief and our pain to your cross so we may know that you share our pain. Grant us grace to hear in your silence to hear in your silence the deadly wheels of sin, violence, and domination grinding to a halt. In Christ's name we pray. Amen.
Please be seated. Silence is what I will talk about today.
Our Quaker neighbors have a lovely saying when they ask, "Are your words an improvement on the silence?" In my case, most certainly not. Especially since the silence I'll be talking about is the silence of Jesus. His silence is a sign of something much deeper that is in play.
When the clergy were practicing the passion gospel that we read together at the 8 a.m. service today, Barb took the part of Jesus and then she immediately noted how little Jesus had to say.
He is operating at a level deeper than words. Jesus is throwing his whole self, holding nothing back, giving his whole body into the deep programming of human sin. Jesus is throwing his body into the gears, the gears of violence domination, and corruption that have been building momentum for millennia. Jesus, who is so strangely silent through the trial and crucifixion, is operating as the Word of God challenging the corrupt God-rejecting programming of sin with the deeper world-creating program of love.
Authorities: religious, political, military, and the mob itself, which we will play later, play an unwitting game of mistaken identity throughout the passion. They mock and torture Jesus hailing him as the "King of the Jews" and "the Messiah", tempting him to save himself. Repeating the pattern from the wilderness temptation of the adversary, where the adversary tempted Jesus to serve himself and not the world. As if Jesus's life is for himself. As if Jesus's life is for his own pleasure, his own self-aggrandizement, and not for the world, for the healing of the world. This cruel, stinging, hateful, taunting which we can feel in our bodies is ironic on a deeper level than the mockers know. They are calling him a fake king when in actuality Jesus is the sovereign authority sent by God. Jesus is the sovereign authority sent by God, a king in other words. Jesus is the Messiah, the one anointed by God, a king in other words. He is simply displaying his authority in his silence. Because he knows that only the sacrifice of the cross will fundamentally and permanently override the deep programming, the systemic infection of sin and domination, playing out around him and upon him. And if you minimize the role of sin in the world, this is not the sermon for you. We live in different worlds. I'll have to say the work at hand does not call for a lot of words. It's a preacher's nightmare. This is the work of the embodied Word of God who is written into the very molecules of creation itself. The word that was spoken at the beginning of time itself, and abides at the deepest level of God's beloved creation, is at work. This is the logos of God confronting the corrupt logic of sin and domination, to replace it with the foundational programming that runs through the heart of creation. God's program of love.
What is our role in the silence?
Our role is to bring our sorrows.
We, too, have been caught up in the crushing wheels and cogs of human viciousness. We, too, have contributed to the crushing force of sin through action or inaction; through good intention or malicious intent; through indifference, ignorance, or silent consent.
We bring the heartbreak and sorrow of all that infects our common life: patriarchy, misogyny, homophobia, racism, rampant, unchecked greed normalized as a law of nature, corruption, nationalism. In the silence, you may add yours.
Even the Philadelphia Inquirer front page this morning is a testament to this deeply entwined world of greed and cruelty. From the story of hundreds of horses dying for the sake of greed on the race tracks across our state, subsidized by our tax money, to the story of Kensington and the unchecked opioid epidemic that we have not rallied as a people to address with anything close to compassion or effectiveness.
Read the paper in sorrow. Read the paper and grieve. Read the paper and follow Jesus into the silence.
We bring the pain inflicted on us. We bring the pain of our own moral failures. We bring the pain we have inflicted on others, the pain we have ignored or trivialized or silenced in neighbors near and far. We bring all of our sorrows, our grief, our loss, our hurts to the cross of Jesus and Jesus reveals to us the cost of rejecting God. Yet even more and most miraculously that our sorrow is shared by God. The grief that is in us is the grief that is in God. The heartbreak that is in us is God's heartbreak. The moral pain that is in us is the sorrow worn by the Man of Sorrows. This is our loss, this is the pain, the pain in our loving, and the cost of our unloving, embodied, embraced, and surrounded by the love of God in Jesus on the cross. The beginning of the unraveling of all that rebels against God.
My invitation to you, to the whole parish here and online for this Holy Week is this: bring your broken hearts to Holy Week.
I'm not going to say why or spell it out anymore. I'm not going to explain. I'm going to invite. I'm going to invite you to enter the experience of our Lord, the experience invited by his silence.
Simply trusting that the deepest grace is at work in this sacrifice, beyond our feeble naming. Follow your grief, abandon yourself to the mysteries of the passion and cross, and let Jesus, the Word of God, dismantle and transform the deep programming of sin we carry in us and between us. For this is what saves us. This is what sets us free. This is what relieves us from our burdens and grants us everything we need to be Christ's body, mourning, grieving, and celebrating in this world.
Amen.
Sermon from Palm Sunday by the Rev. Jarrett Kerbel.
Today's readings are:
Philippians 2:5-11
Psalm 31:9-16
Mark 1:1-11
Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net for Palm Sunday, Year B.
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Transcript: Please join me in a spirit of prayer.
Lord God, grant us grace to open our hearts so that we may enter deeply into the holy mysteries of your passion and death. Grant us grace to bring our heartbreak our grief and our pain to your cross so we may know that you share our pain. Grant us grace to hear in your silence to hear in your silence the deadly wheels of sin, violence, and domination grinding to a halt. In Christ's name we pray. Amen.
Please be seated. Silence is what I will talk about today.
Our Quaker neighbors have a lovely saying when they ask, "Are your words an improvement on the silence?" In my case, most certainly not. Especially since the silence I'll be talking about is the silence of Jesus. His silence is a sign of something much deeper that is in play.
When the clergy were practicing the passion gospel that we read together at the 8 a.m. service today, Barb took the part of Jesus and then she immediately noted how little Jesus had to say.
He is operating at a level deeper than words. Jesus is throwing his whole self, holding nothing back, giving his whole body into the deep programming of human sin. Jesus is throwing his body into the gears, the gears of violence domination, and corruption that have been building momentum for millennia. Jesus, who is so strangely silent through the trial and crucifixion, is operating as the Word of God challenging the corrupt God-rejecting programming of sin with the deeper world-creating program of love.
Authorities: religious, political, military, and the mob itself, which we will play later, play an unwitting game of mistaken identity throughout the passion. They mock and torture Jesus hailing him as the "King of the Jews" and "the Messiah", tempting him to save himself. Repeating the pattern from the wilderness temptation of the adversary, where the adversary tempted Jesus to serve himself and not the world. As if Jesus's life is for himself. As if Jesus's life is for his own pleasure, his own self-aggrandizement, and not for the world, for the healing of the world. This cruel, stinging, hateful, taunting which we can feel in our bodies is ironic on a deeper level than the mockers know. They are calling him a fake king when in actuality Jesus is the sovereign authority sent by God. Jesus is the sovereign authority sent by God, a king in other words. Jesus is the Messiah, the one anointed by God, a king in other words. He is simply displaying his authority in his silence. Because he knows that only the sacrifice of the cross will fundamentally and permanently override the deep programming, the systemic infection of sin and domination, playing out around him and upon him. And if you minimize the role of sin in the world, this is not the sermon for you. We live in different worlds. I'll have to say the work at hand does not call for a lot of words. It's a preacher's nightmare. This is the work of the embodied Word of God who is written into the very molecules of creation itself. The word that was spoken at the beginning of time itself, and abides at the deepest level of God's beloved creation, is at work. This is the logos of God confronting the corrupt logic of sin and domination, to replace it with the foundational programming that runs through the heart of creation. God's program of love.
What is our role in the silence?
Our role is to bring our sorrows.
We, too, have been caught up in the crushing wheels and cogs of human viciousness. We, too, have contributed to the crushing force of sin through action or inaction; through good intention or malicious intent; through indifference, ignorance, or silent consent.
We bring the heartbreak and sorrow of all that infects our common life: patriarchy, misogyny, homophobia, racism, rampant, unchecked greed normalized as a law of nature, corruption, nationalism. In the silence, you may add yours.
Even the Philadelphia Inquirer front page this morning is a testament to this deeply entwined world of greed and cruelty. From the story of hundreds of horses dying for the sake of greed on the race tracks across our state, subsidized by our tax money, to the story of Kensington and the unchecked opioid epidemic that we have not rallied as a people to address with anything close to compassion or effectiveness.
Read the paper in sorrow. Read the paper and grieve. Read the paper and follow Jesus into the silence.
We bring the pain inflicted on us. We bring the pain of our own moral failures. We bring the pain we have inflicted on others, the pain we have ignored or trivialized or silenced in neighbors near and far. We bring all of our sorrows, our grief, our loss, our hurts to the cross of Jesus and Jesus reveals to us the cost of rejecting God. Yet even more and most miraculously that our sorrow is shared by God. The grief that is in us is the grief that is in God. The heartbreak that is in us is God's heartbreak. The moral pain that is in us is the sorrow worn by the Man of Sorrows. This is our loss, this is the pain, the pain in our loving, and the cost of our unloving, embodied, embraced, and surrounded by the love of God in Jesus on the cross. The beginning of the unraveling of all that rebels against God.
My invitation to you, to the whole parish here and online for this Holy Week is this: bring your broken hearts to Holy Week.
I'm not going to say why or spell it out anymore. I'm not going to explain. I'm going to invite. I'm going to invite you to enter the experience of our Lord, the experience invited by his silence.
Simply trusting that the deepest grace is at work in this sacrifice, beyond our feeble naming. Follow your grief, abandon yourself to the mysteries of the passion and cross, and let Jesus, the Word of God, dismantle and transform the deep programming of sin we carry in us and between us. For this is what saves us. This is what sets us free. This is what relieves us from our burdens and grants us everything we need to be Christ's body, mourning, grieving, and celebrating in this world.
Amen.
Mar 21, 2021 |
Star Trek: The Journey to New Life
| The Rev. Carol Duncan
Star Trek: The Journey to New Life
The arrival of spring is like an airlock in a spaceship, between the controlled climate inside and the unknown outside the doors. This moment in Lent, the Rev. Carol Duncan argues, and this moment in our pandemic lives is much the same - a space allowing us to prepare to step into new life.
The readings for the Fifth Sunday in Lent, Year B are:
Jeremiah 31:31-34
Psalm 51:1-13
John 12:20-33
Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net.
The readings for the Fifth Sunday in Lent, Year B are:
Jeremiah 31:31-34
Psalm 51:1-13
John 12:20-33
Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net.
Mar 14, 2021 |
Two Views of The Cross
| The Rev. Barbara Ballenger
Two Views of The Cross
What is with the snake on the staff in our passage from Numbers this week? And what does it have to do with Breonna Taylor, the Rt. Rev. Barbara Harris, and Christ crucified? In her sermon for the Fourth Sunday of Lent, the Rev. Barbara Ballenger shows us how to face both our sin and the source of our redemption at the same time.
Today's readings are:
Numbers 21:4-9
Psalm 107:1-3, 17-22
John 3:14-21
Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net for the Fourth Sunday of Lent, Year B.
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Today's readings are:
Numbers 21:4-9
Psalm 107:1-3, 17-22
John 3:14-21
Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net for the Fourth Sunday of Lent, Year B.
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Mar 07, 2021 |
Raze Me and Raise Me
| The Rev. Jarrett Kerbel
Raze Me and Raise Me
The Rev. Jarrett Kerbel's sermon for the Third Sunday in Lent reminds us beware building castles of the self.
Today's readings are:
Exodus 20:1-17
Psalm 19
John 2:13-22
Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net
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Today's readings are:
Exodus 20:1-17
Psalm 19
John 2:13-22
Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net
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Feb 28, 2021 |
What God Gave Up for Lent
| The Rev. Barbara Ballenger
What God Gave Up for Lent
In her sermon for the Second Sunday in Lent, the Rev. Barbara Ballenger wonders what God gives up for Lent because today is about the give and the take of covenant and what it means to us still today.
This Sunday's readings were:
Genesis 17:1-7, 15-16
Psalm 22:22-30
Mark 8:31-38
Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net
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This Sunday's readings were:
Genesis 17:1-7, 15-16
Psalm 22:22-30
Mark 8:31-38
Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net
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Feb 21, 2021 |
Squirrelly
| The Rev. Jarrett Kerbel
Squirrelly
In his sermon for the First Sunday in Lent, the Rev. Jarrett Kerbel wonders why we focus so strongly on stories like that of "the good squirrel and the naughty squirrel" that he grew up with. What do they really have to tell us about the God of love? He contends that they don't help us at all. Rather, we should focus on the promises that God makes to us over and over. Promises that we are beloved, that God will not destroy us, and that God will give everything, even Christ's life on the cross, to be in loving relationship with us.
Today's readings are:
Genesis 9:8-17
Mark 1:9-15
Psalm 25:1-9
Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net for the First Sunday in Lent, Year B.
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Today's readings are:
Genesis 9:8-17
Mark 1:9-15
Psalm 25:1-9
Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net for the First Sunday in Lent, Year B.
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Feb 14, 2021 |
Our Call Through Blessed Absalom Jones
| The Rev. Carol Duncan
Our Call Through Blessed Absalom Jones
On the Last Sunday after the Epiphany, the Rev. Carol Duncan offers us a sermon for Blessed Absalom Jones' Feast Day (Feb. 13 annually). Can you hear God's call to us in the story of Blessed Absalom Jones' life?
(The Rev. Barbara Ballenger delivered the Rev. Carol Duncan’s sermon, due to icy conditions preventing her from being in person.)
Today's readings are:
Isaiah 42:5–9
Psalm 126
John 15:12-15
Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net http://lectionarypage.net/LesserFF/Feb/AbsJones.html
(The Rev. Barbara Ballenger delivered the Rev. Carol Duncan’s sermon, due to icy conditions preventing her from being in person.)
Today's readings are:
Isaiah 42:5–9
Psalm 126
John 15:12-15
Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net http://lectionarypage.net/LesserFF/Feb/AbsJones.html
Feb 07, 2021 |
Our Real Presence on Sunday
| The Rev. Barbara Ballenger
Our Real Presence on Sunday
The Rev. Barbara Ballenger reminds us how to connect to one another and our individual gifts in community. She leads a guided meditation to reconnect us to those who worship away from the church, but alongside us each Sunday.
Sermon by the Rev. Barbara Ballenger for the Fifth Sunday after the Epiphany.
Today's readings are:
Isaiah 40:21-31
Mark 1:29-39
Psalm 147:1-12, 21c
Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net http://lectionarypage.net/YearB_RCL/Epiphany/BEpi5_RCL.html
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Sermon by the Rev. Barbara Ballenger for the Fifth Sunday after the Epiphany.
Today's readings are:
Isaiah 40:21-31
Mark 1:29-39
Psalm 147:1-12, 21c
Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net http://lectionarypage.net/YearB_RCL/Epiphany/BEpi5_RCL.html
Photographs and graphics by the Church of St. Martin-in-the-Fields. Episcopal Church of St. Martin-in-the-Fields, 8000 St. Martin's Lane, Philadelphia, PA 19118. 215.247.7466. https://www.stmartinec.org
Jan 31, 2021 |
Ten Years of Ministry with the Rev. Jarrett Kerbel
| Barbara Dundon
Ten Years of Ministry with the Rev. Jarrett Kerbel
On Sunday, January 31, 2021 six parishioners shared reflections on the past ten years of ministry at St. Martin's with the Rev. Jarrett Kerbel as rector. This recording includes the combined reflections offered at both the 8:00 a.m. and 10:30 a.m. worship services. Reflections in order of audio are from: (8:00) Pam Hill, Alan Windle, Barbara Thomson, (10:30) Gary Glazer, Barbara Dundon, and Nikki Wood.
Readings for this morning were:
Deuteronomy 18:15-20
Mark 1:21-28
Psalm 111
You may find the readings on LectionaryPage.net for the Fourth Sunday after the Epiphany.
Readings for this morning were:
Deuteronomy 18:15-20
Mark 1:21-28
Psalm 111
You may find the readings on LectionaryPage.net for the Fourth Sunday after the Epiphany.
Jan 24, 2021 |
Pilot or Passenger?
| The Rev. Jarrett Kerbel
Pilot or Passenger?
The Rev. Jarrett Kerbel recounts the story of an experience in an Air Force flight simulator to illustrate our relationship with God. Are we trying to be the pilot in areas of our lives where we should be the passenger? What allows us, like Jonah, to let go and let God lead us?
Sermon from the Third Sunday after the Epiphany.
Today's readings are:
Jonah 3:1-5, 10
Psalm 62:6-14
Mark 1:14-20
Readings found on LectionaryPage.net
Sermon from the Third Sunday after the Epiphany.
Today's readings are:
Jonah 3:1-5, 10
Psalm 62:6-14
Mark 1:14-20
Readings found on LectionaryPage.net
Jan 17, 2021 |
After We Keep the Faith
| The Rev. Barbara Ballenger
After We Keep the Faith
The Rev. Barbara Ballenger's sermon for the Second Sunday after the Epiphany, the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. weekend.
Today's readings are:
1 Samuel 3:1-10(11-20)
Psalm 139:1-5, 12-17
John 1:43-51
Readings found on LectionaryPage.net
Today's readings are:
1 Samuel 3:1-10(11-20)
Psalm 139:1-5, 12-17
John 1:43-51
Readings found on LectionaryPage.net
Jan 03, 2021 |
Where does your treasure lie?
| The Rev. Barbara Ballenger
Where does your treasure lie?
The Rev. Barbara Ballenger asks us this question in her sermon for the Feast of the Epiphany.
Today's readings are:
Isaiah 60:1-6
Psalm 72: 1-7, 10-14
Matthew 2:1-12
The Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net for the Feast of the Epiphany.
Today's readings are:
Isaiah 60:1-6
Psalm 72: 1-7, 10-14
Matthew 2:1-12
The Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net for the Feast of the Epiphany.
Dec 27, 2020 |
Earthrise, Christrise
| The Rev. Carol Duncan
Earthrise, Christrise
John's creation story in the Gospel's prologue invites us to behold the universe God creates and loves, to recommit to living as God's own beloved children.
The Rev. Carol Duncan's sermon for today is based on the day's readings:
Isaiah 61:10-62:3
Psalm 147:13-21
John 1:1-18
Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net for the First Sunday after Christmas.
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The Rev. Carol Duncan's sermon for today is based on the day's readings:
Isaiah 61:10-62:3
Psalm 147:13-21
John 1:1-18
Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net for the First Sunday after Christmas.
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Dec 25, 2020 |
Lulling the Furies
| The Rev. Jarrett Kerbel
Lulling the Furies
God came into the world to save us, to take on full humanity that we, too may embrace our full humanity. In his Christmas sermon, The Rev. Jarrett Kerbel invites us to leave behind the many furies of our world and accept this gift.
Today's readings are:
Isaiah 62:6-12
Psalm 96
Luke 2:1-7, 8-20
Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net for Christmas.
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Today's readings are:
Isaiah 62:6-12
Psalm 96
Luke 2:1-7, 8-20
Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net for Christmas.
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Dec 24, 2020 |
The First Christmas Was Not Televised
| The Rev. Barbara Ballenger
The First Christmas Was Not Televised
On Christmas Eve the Rev. Barbara Ballenger points out the juxtaposition of our time - the first Christmas was not televised, but this Christmas is. While that first Christmas was quiet, simple, and without too many 'viewers' the story was so great that even our children tell it by heart thousands of years later.
Today's readings are:
Isaiah 62:6-12
Psalm 96
Luke 2:1-7, 8-20
Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net for Christmas.
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Today's readings are:
Isaiah 62:6-12
Psalm 96
Luke 2:1-7, 8-20
Readings may be found on LectionaryPage.net for Christmas.
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