The feast of the Epiphany, officialy celebrated starting in at least 361. “Epiphany”, Greek epi “upon” and phainein “bring to light, make appear”. We can say manifestation. We celebrate God incarnate, the Word made flesh, made manifest, here, to the world beyond Israel, in the persons of the wise men. The first to visit the Christ-child were the
shepherds, simple and lowly, who were Jews. The second to visit the Christ-child were the wise men, these other figures, wise and powerful, who represent the learned pagan world. The first reading (Isaiah 60:3) speaks prophetically of them: “Nations shall come to your light, and kings to the brightness of your dawn.” The two visits are a response to a mysterious, powerful attraction. The shepherds and the wise men are drawn. There is no commandment; only an attraction. The exact identity of the wise men, or Magi, is difficult to specify. From where did they come? Who exactly are they? We can only guess... The term Magi comes from a Persian term, “mag” for “priest”. Whatever the case may be—pagan priests, kings, astrologers, they are traditionally portrayed as coming in full regalia, with gifts. They come with all their learnedness, rather moved in their minds. Theirs is an attraction of which we may not often think. The simplicity of the shepherds, moved in their hearts, seems more accessible. The Magi are mysteriously moved in their minds. They come reading a star, which, for them, indicates the birth of a king. These mysterious figures come and they find God enfleshed (!?!?). How much did they grasp this? It’s difficult to say, but they do ask, “Where is the child who has been born king of the Jews? For we observed his star at its rising.” It seems that they come because they have been given a gift, before even seeing Christ: faith. They are given faith, not because of privilege, but because they are seekers. God likes seekers. God extends Himself to those who seek. Faith is a gift, given freely, which entails a very subtle attraction to God, which enables us to “look” beyond appearances, to discern mystery from above. This discernment is beautifully described in a commentary attributed to Saint Augustine, (+430), They had been taught that this Child was one, in worshipping whom they would certainly secure that salvation which is of God. Neither His age was such as attracts men’s flattery; His limbs not robed in purple, His brow not crowned with a diamond, no pompous train, no great army, no glorious fame of battles, attracted these men to Him from the remotest countries, with such earnestness of supplication. There lay in a manger a Boy, newly born, of infantine size, of pitiable poverty. But in that small Infant lay hid something great, which these men, the first-fruits of the Gentiles, had learned not of earth but of heaven. With the eyes of the body, they see a fragile baby. With the eyes of faith, they see God. Only faith can bridge the apparent abyss between child and God. They indeed find what they were seeking in faith, and they are “overwhelmed with joy”. “Overwhelmed” suggests God’s very own joy. One of the Church Fathers tells us that “a person rejoices truly when he/she rejoices on God’s account, who is the true joy.” “On entering the house, they saw the child with Mary his mother; and they knelt down and paid him homage.”(v 11) Adoration is always the first, fundamental act in the presence of God. They then offer gifts, gifts in keeping with the reality of this child, gifts that reveal Jesus to us. Saint Augustine, Saint Gregory the Great, 6th-century and others tell us:
This is very much like our situation regarding the Eucharist. Only faith can bridge the apparent abyss between bread and God. If we come seeking in faith, we will be “overwhelmed with joy”. Let us adore. Let us offer the gift of ourselves to Him who gives us His heart, with meekness and vulnerability, in this way. Amen. Taking the Son
Sermon preached by the Rev. Dominique Peridans on the Third Sunday of Advent, Year C December 5, 2021 Years ago: a very wealthy man, a devoted son, and a shared passion for art. Father and son traveled the world, adding only the finest to their collection. A piquant Picasso, a turbulent Turner, a captivating Cassatt and others adorned the walls of the family estate. The widowed father rejoiced in his only child become discerning art collector. The day came, however, when war engulfed the nation. The young man left to serve his country. Three months passed and the father received a telegram: his beloved son killed while carrying a fellow soldier to the field hospital. Christmas morning: a knock at the door. The man opened and was greeted by a soldier with a large box in hand. “I was a friend of your son”, he said. “I was the one he was rescuing when he died. I would like to give you something.” The old man opened the box, to discover a portrait of his son painted by the soldier. Not an art critic collectible, the painting did convey striking detail of the son’s face and captured his personality. The following spring, the old man passed away. And the art world was in anticipation! According to his will, all the works of art would be auctioned. The day arrived. A room full of expert collectors. The auction began, however, with a painting not on the list: the portrait of his son painted by the soldier. The auctioneer asked, “Who will open the bidding with $100?”. Silence. From the back of the room, someone sneered, “Who cares about a quaint picture? Let’s move on to the important works.” Others nodded in agreement. The auctioneer replied, “No, we have to sell this one first. Now, who will take the son?” Silence. Finally, a friend of the old man spoke. “I knew the boy, so I’d like to have it.” “I have a bid for $100,” called the auctioneer. “Will anyone go higher?” Silence. “Going once. Going twice. Gone.” And the gavel fell. Cheers filled the room and someone said, “Now we can get on with it!” But the auctioneer announced that the auction was over. Silence. Then, “What do you mean it’s over? What about all these paintings? The auctioneer replied, “It’s very simple. According to the will of the father, whoever takes the son...gets it all.” John the Baptist understood that “whoever takes the son, gets it all”, and he would do anything and give everything to take the son. Here we indeed see in him the inner freedom to address forcefully whatever may diminish God, His Messiah or His Chosen People and such instrumental attractiveness that “the people were filled with expectation, and were questioning…whether he might be the Messiah.” John is here, with us, to “prepare the way of the Lord and make straight his paths” (Luke 3:4). John the Baptist was fashioned by God, prepared from the womb, filled with the Holy Spirit, to become the last of the prophets, a calling to which he responded without reservation. John the Baptist is deliberately, lovingly relative to Christ, a relationship in which he finds his strength and his joy, and is both docile and zealous. His zeal makes him unconcerned with peer pressure or review and uncompromising. What makes for strong uncompromising character? Love. When we really love, we do not tolerate anything that diminishes the one we love. So, what exactly occurs here? Crowds are coming to this oddly compelling man, “to be baptized by him”, as he had been preaching must occur. Being the refined socialite that he is, he calls them a “brood of vipers”! Sure to win over the crowd! Imagine him in our day—with no trigger warnings! St John Chrysostom, significant early theologian and Bishop, died 407) tells us that The holy Scripture often gives the names of wild beasts to persons, according to the passions which excite them, calling them vipers for their cunning. John will appeal to their cunning. “Bear fruits worthy of repentance”, John then exhorts. What are these fruits? St. Maximus the Confessor (theologian, born in Israel, died in Georgia 662) speaks of the fruit that is equanimity, literally “evenness of soul”, a fruit “worthy of repentance”. A difficult expression which, per Saint Gregory of Nazianzus (390), suggests fruitfulness that touches many people, that has a particularly powerful ripple effect. Is “evenness of soul” not the peace that surpasses understanding, fruit of divine love and divine light at work in us, the peace, which we often wish one another, that creates a safe space for many? John then warns them not to presume religious inheritance and, by implication, not to misuse authority as power instead of service. The connection with Abraham that matters is a spiritual one and is a gift. Entitlement suffocates the spiritual life. The verse that follows is difficult to hear and understand: Even now the ax is lying at the root of the trees; every tree therefore that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire. You may be asking: what is this fire? I bet some of us think it is the fire of hell. Not too quick! What is “good news” here, as the last verse tells us. Jesus’ purpose is to introduce humanity, us, to and in-to God. For this, He prunes us, He purifies our hearts. We must be holy to enter the Holy. St. Gregory of Nazianzus (another great 4th -century theologian) tells us that “the ax is our redeemer.” Jesus Himself. Jesus comes close, like an ax at the root, touching the core of who we are, mercifully loving even what is barren in our hearts unto fruitfulness. Rather than the painful, damning fire of separation, is this perhaps not the merciful purifying, purgatorial fire of divine love? Finally, how do we cooperate with this? “What should we do?” John advises the crowds, the tax collectors, the soldier, us: hearts wide open. Willingness. Generous hearts. We prepare the way of the Lord by willingness to love one another. The straight path and the fruit that pleases the Lord is an open heart. Advent is all about allowing the Holy Spirit to open our hearts sometimes closed by sadness, confusion, bitterness, fatigue—even refusal, and moving us to love one another, even those whom our hearts deem enemies. Come, Holy Spirit, enkindle in us the fire of your love. Preached by MJ Layton, Seminarian Intern on Luke 3:1-6 12/5/21 At first glance, I don’t like this Gospel passage very much. But, before Fr Dominique and my Lay Support Team get too nervous, let me explain! When I hear the word, “wilderness,” I think of my many backpacking trips in the White Mountains. Carrying my supplies on my back, hiking with friends, camping out, winding up and down the slopes and ridges — it’s exhausting and exhilarating, and there’s nothing quite like reaching the summit and seeing where you have come from and where you are going. Then I read in our gospel that we’re going to level all that out? Bring down the mountains? Raise up the valleys? Smooth out the rocks and tangles? Why on earth?!! Joni Mitchell put it quite aptly, “Why would you pave paradise to put up a parking lot?!” But even more than that, for me, the wilderness is a chance to know God more in his creation. The journey and the struggle, the mountaintops and the valleys are all important pieces of that. Why get rid of them? But, that’s me, a 21st century woman, responding to a text written almost 2000 years ago, which itself is quoting words from about 600 years before that. As the first few verses of our passage tell us, in that a long list of hard to pronounce names, the context for our reading is that John the Baptist is preaching to the Jewish people in the first century AD, in the wilderness around the Jordan river, which at that time was something of a boundary marker for the region of Judaea. And, to John’s audience, the word wilderness meant something much, much different. Wilderness for them would have conjured up images of their ancestors wandering in the desert for 40 years, in the very desert which lay just beyond the horizon from where John was preaching. God had rescued the Israelites’ ancestors from slavery in Egypt, but then because of their lack of faith in God, they had to wander in the desert for 40 years before they could enter the promised land, Canaan. 40 years of going up and down ridges and slopes, searching for water, eating manna provided by God, watching an entire generation die out and another one grow up in its place, one which would be willing to trust in God’s provision for them as they entered the promised land. It’s quite the consequence for sin. The long journey of the Exodus was such an important part of Israelite history, that this would have come to mind for John’s audience as they heard and considered his words. In this context, the leveling of mountains and the raising up of valleys and the smoothing out of roads becomes not a moment of destruction, but a promise, a promise that despite sin, lack of faith and disobedience, all flesh will see the salvation of God. Here back in the 21st century, we don’t end up wandering through a desert for 40 years when we disobey God. But, our tendency to sin, and the consequences of our sin, can create a sort of wilderness for us in the here and now.
Friends, this is when our Gospel passage becomes Good News. “Prepare the way for the Lord! Fill in the valleys! Tear down the mountains! Make the way to God smooth!” This is the message of Advent, the message that John the Baptist preached in the wilderness 2000 years ago: God is coming. God will forgive our sins and heal our world. Be ready for him. And there is one step that we can take to prepare for God’s coming while we are still in the wilderness. This one thing is the overarching message of Advent: repent, so that your sins will be forgiven. Repent. That’s it. Repentance will make the mountains feel lower and the valleys seem higher and the road we walk not quite so fraught with pitfalls. However, it’s important that we understand what repentance is, because a misunderstanding of it can just make a personal wilderness feel even deeper and more entangling. Repentance is a turning around, a changing of mind, or maybe better, a renewing of our minds. It’s naming our sins and coming to grips with the idea that our own actions are harmful to ourselves and to others. It’s admitting that we are utterly dependent on God for forgiveness and for the strength to obey him and trust him. The tricky part is, that sometimes we treat repentance like a chance to “pull ourselves up by our bootstraps and be better people.” And, yes, the hope is that with repentance, our lives will change and we will trust God better and treat those around us with more love, more patience, and more respect. But so often when we attempt to change ourselves, we just end up doing the same old thing over and over again. And the more we fall into old patterns and old ruts, the bigger our wildernesses feel, and the longer the paths to God seem. That is why such an important part of repentance is not only naming our sin, but naming that we are powerless to help ourselves out of our wildernesses. We repent, and God smooths out our paths for us. We repent, and God gives us the grace to trust him more and to love those around us more. And, taking it one step further, our repentance itself is a response to God’s grace given to us. The only way repentance can be real is if it begins with God’s grace and ends with God’s grace. Any attempt to change ourselves in our own power is futile. But God longs to offer us that grace and forgiveness and the first step towards seeing that in our lives is repentance. And this is what the season of Advent is for. It is a season where we look forward to Jesus Christ’s return and to the time when God will make all things new. It is a season where we repent of our sins and thank God for his grace and his forgiveness. It is a season where, in the midst of our personal wilderness, we long for his coming and for the healing he will bring. Come, Lord Jesus, come. Amen. (Fifth Sunday of Easter) Rev. Dominique Peridans Alice Neel, visual artist, expressionist painter, A
career-spanning retrospective of her work opened last month at the Metropolitan died in 1984 at the age of 84. Museum of Art in New York: "Alice Neel: People Come First". I had the good fortune of seeing it. She describes her work as “pictures of people”, resisting the classification of “portrait painter”, too staid a genre she thought. Neel had a prodigiously creative life. Neel also had a difficult life. She married upper-class Cuban painter, Carlos Enriquez. Their daughter, Santillana, died ofdiphtheria just shy ofher first birthday. November 1927. November 1928, Neel gave birth to another girl, Isabella Lillian. New York City, her adopted home. In 1930, Carlos announced he would travel to Paris, to find a place for the family to live. Instead, he returned to Cuba, taking Isabella with him. Mourning the loss of her husband and daughter, a nervous breakdown, hospitalization, attempted suicide, sanitorium. She continued to paint. Release. Time with her parents. Welfare. Several lovers and many friends. Two sons. She continued to paint, to the end. Her work is hard to describe: plainly serious? thoughtfully naked? irresistibly direct? Her portrayal of pregnant women, for example, is jarring and compelling and demanding. Jesus’ portrayal (or better, revelation) of Himself as the True Vine is (also, albeit differently) To the degree I poetically hear this passage, I’m fine with it. To the degree I real-ly hear this passage, I’m less fine with it. Seemingly incomplete information, harsh consequences for non-compliance and disturbing demands for exclusive allegiance. What exactly is the mysterious fruit? Why no room for negotiation or compromise? Why the declaration of our incompetence and inability? Very offensive to my sense ofautonomous selffor which I have worked many years! jarring and compelling and demanding. It implies that my life is not my own, that I am bound, by necessary extension, to Christ’s other branches whether such boundedness suits my temperament or not, that my choices, therefore, affect people I don’t even know. Worse, that I hold two seemingly contradictory truths in perpetual tension. One: that the point of my Christian life isn’t me, my growth, my catharsis, my contributions, my achievements. that I am inextricably linked to Some-One else and to many others, who have a hold on my heart. Indeed, apart from the vine and the other branches, I am not only barren; I am dead. And two: that I (and every branch) matter more than I can possibly imagine because the fruitfulness of the True Vine is no trivial thing. Indeed, Jesus wants to make use of you and me to feed the world. A key word and thus key revelation in this metaphor: “abide”. (used eight times in this passage!) If the Father is the vinegrower, Jesus is the vine, and we are the branches, what are we to do? One essential thing: abide. Cling, depend, rely, acquiesce, commit, remain, continue, last, make ourselves at home. To abide is passive--to stay rooted in place and active--to grow, to change. To abide is humbling: we accept nourishment not of our own making. To abide is vulnerable: we get pruned. To abide is risky: we bear fruit that others will see and taste. To abide is relentlessly communal: we live with fellow branches, a life that can be crowded and tangled. This invitation, this calling is challenging. We live in strange divided times and understandably have trust issues, even in the Church. [Anyone here afraid of being cancelled?] And it’s very hard in our self-promoting culture to confess that we are lost and lifeless and can do nothing that lasts forever on our own, that our happiness lies in surrender, not self-sufficiency, that Jesus isn’t just a wise teacher or good role model or provocative historical figure, but the very Source and Sustainer of my life. Bear in mind, however, that this is all gift. By grace, we have been grafted onto, incorporated into Christ. And, in intimate communion with Him, I can bear much fruit. And what is this mysterious fruit? Look to our second reading, which also speaks of abiding: God is love, and those who abide in love abide in God, and God abides in them. The fruit that we bear along the pilgrim way, which allows God to radiate in and through us, is love for one another. The fruit is divine love exercised between us. And the more we allow the love of God in our hearts to flow, and to be victorious over jealousy, anger, bitterness, fatigue, the more rooted we are in Christ’s heart, Source of this love. It is an ever-deepening cycle. Jesus makes it possible for us to love in this way, and the more we say “yes”, the closer we are to the Source. It’s a win-win. We need only surrender... And who, really doesn’t want to surrender to love? (Fourth Sunday of Easter) Rev. Mary McCue In the Name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit.
When I told a friend, I was preaching on the text of the Good Shepherd, her reaction was, “Don’t we all need one these days?” I think my friend was right. We all need a good shepherd these days. Someone to help us find the right way – to guide us, with his voice, to safe places. Someone we know, who knows us. Someone who is with us in all weathers, in tough places and always brings us home. The image also evokes the Old Testament. Moses was a shepherd. So was King David. It’s a, timeless beautiful image – a good shepherd that cares for his sheep, even to the point of laying down his life for them. And it’s inclusive; he has other sheep that do not belong to this fold that he must bring in also. There will be one flock, one shepherd. And the flock, and we, have a good shepherd these days – Jesus Christ. In this section of John’s Gospel, we learn much more about Jesus Christ and his mission on earth, because he tells us much more directly. We all remember earlier Gospels. Jesus asked his followers and his beneficiaries to keep his deeds and words secret. He performs his work indirectly, through healing, through teaching, through preaching, through traveling through the countryside to meet them. By this point in John’s Gospel, he has already been transformed water into wine, been a good shepherd to the Samaritan woman, cured the royal official’s son, and healed the paralytic by the Bethzatha pool. Plenty of signs! Now, Jesus begins to be more direct. He begins using the phrase, “I am.” He is telling the disciples – and us – what he is and what his mission is about. “I am the good shepherd.” “I am the bread of life.” “I am the light of the World.” “I am the gate for the sheep.” “I am the good shepherd.” “I am the resurrection and the light.” “I am the way and the truth.” “I am the true vine.” Consider those beautiful images: bread of life – the way of the truth – light of the world. Those seven references in John’s Gospel are simple, direct, in language everyone can understand. Jesus is not only showing his disciples and the people who he is through his works. He is telling them directly. His, “I am” also echoes the Old Testament of Yahweh, who says, “I am that I am.” And his allusion to the vine is one found in the Old Testament as well. Jesus is bridging the teachings of the law into the teachings of the spirit. This section of the Gospel, called the Book of Signs by scholars, is about Jesus giving us more direct insight into his mission on earth. Scholars say that John’s Gospel is focused on the individual’s relationship to God, rather than on Jesus’ works. His “I ams” certainly focus on the individual’s relationship to God, by describing who he is to them – and to us. As the words oftoday’s Collect say, Grant that when we hear his voice, we may know him who calleth each by name and follow where he doth lead. AMEN. (Third Sunday of Sunday of Easter) Rev. Dominique Peridans Easter week, I spent three days in Washington,
the other, the original Washington, founded in 1776, the first city in America named after General George Washington. North Carolina, along the Pamlico River. While there: a stroll through the large cemetery of Saint Peter’s parish. Azaleas abloom abounding. Lime green lawn. Towering oak trees planted in 1877. Outstanding old graves. Indeed, not a grave after 1890, following the town ordinance forbidding further burials for fear of water contamination. Film director Cecil DeMille is buried in the church crypt. One particular grave caught my eye: Hattie Frizzle, died October 16, 1881, at age 4. The inscription is most unusual, perhaps perplexing to some: Pa, don’t hold me back. It is all tangled up and I can’t undo it. For me, it speaks to being caught up in the mystery of the Resurrection. Pa, don’t hold me back. It is all tangled up and I can’t undo it. We continue to celebrate the Risen Lord. It’s still Easter! We celebrate the Risen Lord every day, of course, but ‘tis the special season. We continue to let ourselves be caught up in the mystery of the Resurrection. God become human is victorious over death, which means that nothing can hinder God from communicating His love to me (us): not my exhaustion or exclusion, my loneliness or locality, my depression or depletion. I know that I sound like a broken record, but what more is there? Divine love has the last word and we are invited to experience it and to be transformed by it. Jesus reigns and is, therefore, present in all that may feel like death, in all that feels like it is dying in us. The mystery of the Resurrection is our mystery, our reality—if we so desire. It is, of course, mysterious, mystery-ous. It was for these disciples. Hence, startled and terrified, they thought that they were seeing a ghost. (v. 37) This incident follows Jesus’ appearance to the two disciples on the road to Emmaus, downcast and disbelieving. That encounter reveals that Jesus comes to us when everything seems to be unraveling and isolating. Those two disciples then rush to the others (our passage today) and, as they are sharing, voila, Jesus. St. John Chrysostom (+407), Bishop of Antioch (now in southern Turkey), Doctor of the Church, says, “He that was so much desired comes, and is revealed to them that were seeking and expecting Him”. Jesus responds to the deep desires of our heart. “Peace be with you”, Jesus says, and the He invites them “touch me” (v. 39) A powerful invitation, which should speak to us deprived of so much touch in the age of COVID. Jesus is always inviting us to real intimacy in love. Their believing is gradual. They do not initially recognize Jesus. Why? Perhaps because, with Jesus, there is more than meets the eye. Just like us, the Apostles need faith truly to recognize Jesus. Perhaps, they’re not making good use of the gift of faith. Consequently, the newness of Jesus’ body post-Resurrection to their eyes strangely veils who He is. Jesus goes further in the reality of real encounter. He had no need to eat—as says Saint Bede, the 8th century English monk (after whom, BTW, a metro station is named in Jarrow, England!) Yet, Jesus asks, Have you anything here to eat? St. Cyril (+444), contemporary of St. John Chrysostom, Bishop of Alexandria (Egypt, not Virginia), also Doctor of the Church, says The Lord had shown His disciples His hands and His feet, that He might certify to them that the same body which had suffered rose again. But to confirm them still more, He asked for something to eat. Jesus is merciful with us in our difficulties in believing. So merciful is He, that He makes us, like He did these disciples, witnesses of His resurrection, instruments of the victory of divine love. For this truly to be possible, however, He sends upon us, as we read in the verse just after this passage, the promise of the Father, i.e., the gift of the Holy Spirit. Our inner journey is scarcely different than that of these disciples. There is more than meets the eye, and sometimes we do not make good use of the gift of faith. We sometimes conclude that, because we do not see the Risen Lord and because some things do feel like they are dying in us, Jesus is far. Au contraire. Jesus is closer to us than we are to ourselves. He comes to us, downcast or disbelieving, unraveling or isolated. And He sends upon us the Holy Spirit. Touch the Risen Lord now, in faith and in hope, and receive afresh. All we must do is want it. It is that simple. AMEN. (Fifth Sunday of Lent) Rev. Dominique Peridans Home is where the heart is—they say.
Perhaps, ‘tis the place to which the heart, shattered, scattered abroad, returns. (from Gloria Squires, with whom I am unfamiliar) I will draw all people to myself. Jesus, on the Cross, “lifted up from the earth”, arms wide open, the place to which our hearts, shattered, scattered abroad, return. He is our home. And, all people are drawn, welcome, no heart left out. That is inclusiveness. The powerful embrace that transcends every imaginable tired political identity. Let’s take a quick look at this interaction, A group of Gentiles come to Jerusalem during Passover (when the Jews celebrate delivery from slavery) hoping to see Jesus. Why the Temple? As non-Jews, it’s not their Temple! Perhaps because, as early Church Father St. John Chrysostom (+407) suggests, it was such a splendor, that even non-Jews honored the Temple with gifts. Why do they want to see Jesus? Well, as Jesus reveals, desire for God results from God attracting us. Jesus is somehow attractive to them. Why do they approach Phillip instead of Jesus? The apostles were preaching to non-Jews. Phillip, which means “mouth of the lantern”, as mentioned in Acts, chapter 8, was the first apostle to preach to non-Jews. Why does Phillip go to Andrew? Perhaps out of respect for Andrew who became an apostle before him. Cascading respect… Then, as mediators, together Andrew and Phillip go to Jesus. What is Jesus’ response? If I were Jesus, I probably would have said, “Awesome! Bring them in! Celebration! Mission being accomplished.” Instead, initially odd, Jesus reveals his Passion and Death. Jesus reveals that soon they—and all—will truly see. Indeed, Jesus will say to the same Phillip, during the Last Supper (John 14:9): “Whoever sees me sees the Father.” But his Passion and Death are to be understood in the light of something seemingly unrelated: much mentioned glory. “The hour has come for the Son of Man to be glorified.” His Passion and Death, in which, somehow, his followers mysteriously participate, is ultimately about glory. Jesus then says, “Father, glorify your name.” And the Father, the voice come from heaven —as at Jesus’ Baptism and Transfiguration, responds, “I have glorified it and I will glorify it again.” What is glory? Some of you may recall the working definition I often propose (!): glory is the radiance of God, divine light and love, which, in God, are one, as they overflow. Jesus’ mission: to communicate the glory of God. In seeing these Gentiles coming, apparently ready, Jesus says that the “hour” of His Passion and Death has come, the time for the grain of wheat to fall into the earth and die, and in so doing, to bear much fruit: glory. Revelation too heavy for our hearts and too befuddling for our minds, As St. Paul says, “a stumbling block to Jews and foolishness to Gentiles” (I Corinthians 1:22). At the Cross, however, Jesus pours forth “attractive” light and love to overflowing —so that death, which normally brings them to a screeching halt, no longer bring them to a screeching halt. Jesus doesn’t say, “I will draw all people to myself after the Cross, when this mess is over”. We sell Jesus short when we only think of the Resurrection as the victory. The Cross as historic event is tragic. The Cross as mystery is the communication of victorious light and love. The Resurrection makes this reassuringly manifest. As mentioned, then Jesus then reveals that we are called to participate in the mystery of the Cross. We don’t simply consider the historic event and hope to be moved. We are to receive this light and love, eternally poured forth, and to be instruments of it—to overflowing. And, this is only possible by complete surrender, put in frankly frightening terms as “hating one’s life”! I don’t know about you but, without Jesus, there is no way I can lay down my life for others. Surrender. If only we understood what God wishes to accomplish in and through us, we would unclench our fists and receive more light and love. Let us surrender to Jesus —including the difficulty that we have to surrender to Him! He is one step ahead of us. He is not just on the back end of successful surrender. We must indeed freely choose to surrender, but Jesus is quietly bestowing grace on the front end of our surrender. Hear the poignant question of Saint Jane de Chantal, widowed at age 28, in 1601, with four children, a broken-hearted French baroness who took a vow of chastity for Christ, and eventually founded an order of nuns for women in poor health. When shall we cast ourselves undeservedly into the arms of our most loving Father in Heaven, leaving to Him the care of ourselves and of our affairs, and reserving only the desire of pleasing Him, and of serving Him well in all that we can? (Third Sunday in Lent) Rev. Dominique Peridans Home is where the heart is—they say. Perhaps, ‘tis the place to which the heart, shattered, scattered abroad, returns. (from Gloria Squires, with whom I am unfamiliar) I will draw all people to myself. Jesus, on the Cross, “lifted up from the earth”, arms wide open, the place to which our hearts, shattered, scattered abroad, return. He is our home. And, all people are drawn, welcome, no heart left out. That is inclusiveness. The powerful embrace that transcends every imaginable tired political identity. Let’s take a quick look at this interaction, A group of Gentiles come to Jerusalem during Passover (when the Jews celebrate delivery from slavery) hoping to see Jesus. Why the Temple? As non-Jews, it’s not their Temple! Perhaps because, as early Church Father St. John Chrysostom (+407) suggests, it was such a splendor, that even non-Jews honored the Temple with gifts. Why do they want to see Jesus? Well, as Jesus reveals, desire for God results from God attracting us. Jesus is somehow attractive to them. Why do they approach Phillip instead of Jesus? The apostles were preaching to non-Jews. Phillip, which means “mouth of the lantern”, as mentioned in Acts, chapter 8, was the first apostle to preach to non-Jews. Why does Phillip go to Andrew? Perhaps out of respect for Andrew who became an apostle before him. Cascading respect… Then, as mediators, together Andrew and Phillip go to Jesus. What is Jesus’ response? If I were Jesus, I probably would have said, “Awesome! Bring them in! Celebration! Mission being accomplished.” Instead, initially odd, Jesus reveals his Passion and Death. Jesus reveals that soon they—and all—will truly see. Indeed, Jesus will say to the same Phillip, during the Last Supper (John 14:9): “Whoever sees me sees the Father.” But his Passion and Death are to be understood in the light of something seemingly unrelated: much mentioned glory. “The hour has come for the Son of Man to be glorified.” His Passion and Death, in which, somehow, his followers mysteriously participate, is ultimately about glory. Jesus then says, “Father, glorify your name.” And the Father, the voice come from heaven —as at Jesus’ Baptism and Transfiguration, responds, “I have glorified it and I will glorify it again.” What is glory? Some of you may recall the working definition I often propose (!): glory is the radiance of God, divine light and love, which, in God, are one, as they overflow. Jesus’ mission: to communicate the glory of God. In seeing these Gentiles coming, apparently ready, Jesus says that the “hour” of His Passion and Death has come, the time for the grain of wheat to fall into the earth and die, and in so doing, to bear much fruit: glory. Revelation too heavy for our hearts and too befuddling for our minds, As St. Paul says, “a stumbling block to Jews and foolishness to Gentiles” (I Corinthians 1:22). At the Cross, however, Jesus pours forth “attractive” light and love to overflowing —so that death, which normally brings them to a screeching halt, no longer bring them to a screeching halt. Jesus doesn’t say, “I will draw all people to myself after the Cross, when this mess is over”. We sell Jesus short when we only think of the Resurrection as the victory. The Cross as historic event is tragic. The Cross as mystery is the communication of victorious light and love. The Resurrection makes this reassuringly manifest. As mentioned, then Jesus then reveals that we are called to participate in the mystery of the Cross. We don’t simply consider the historic event and hope to be moved. We are to receive this light and love, eternally poured forth, and to be instruments of it—to overflowing. And, this is only possible by complete surrender, put in frankly frightening terms as “hating one’s life”! I don’t know about you but, without Jesus, there is no way I can lay down my life for others. Surrender. If only we understood what God wishes to accomplish in and through us, we would unclench our fists and receive more light and love. Let us surrender to Jesus —including the difficulty that we have to surrender to Him! He is one step ahead of us. He is not just on the back end of successful surrender. We must indeed freely choose to surrender, but Jesus is quietly bestowing grace on the front end of our surrender. Hear the poignant question of Saint Jane de Chantal, widowed at age 28, in 1601, with four children, a broken-hearted French baroness who took a vow of chastity for Christ, and eventually founded an order of nuns for women in poor health. When shall we cast ourselves undeservedly into the arms of our most loving Father in Heaven, leaving to Him the care of ourselves and of our affairs, and reserving only the desire of pleasing Him, and of serving Him well in all that we can? We continue our Lenten journey.
Already the third Sunday!
Time flies when…resolutions unravel. Hopes are dashed. And hopes are reborn. Thankfully, it doesn’t take too long to realize that Lent is not about me. Lent is not my time to get my act together, to trim the fat, so to speak. Lent is about surrender, complete surrender to our Lord. Sometimes, my inability to keep my Lenten resolutions is just what I need-- my fragility: a springboard to surrender. To help us on this journey: John, chapter 2, the surprising cleansing of the Temple, which the synoptic gospel writers place towards the end of their gospels. John, however, places this as Jesus’ second ministerial act —rather strikingly contrasted with Jesus’ first ministerial act, the miracle at the wedding feast in Cana. From hand elevated in blessing to hand elevated with a whip of cords. Seemingly: one extreme to the other, joy to anger, welcome to rejection. Personality analysis whiplash! Although apparently day and night, both incidents, in their own way, point to what is to come: the Cross. Everything that Jesus says and does finds its culmination at the Cross. Everything that Jesus says and does communicates divine love, which the Cross does supremely. “No one has greater love than this, to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.” (John 15:13) Of course, when we speak of the Cross, we speak also of the Resurrection. The Resurrection makes manifest the loved poured forth on the Cross, love veiled by suffering. Lent is all about discovering Jesus, the friend, who lays down his life, who gives us everything, pouring forth from his heart every last drop of love. Now, here, as a good Jew, Jesus goes to the Temple for the feast of Passover, in Jerusalem, where He will ultimately go, to the Cross. He finds the Temple, house of prayer, His Father’s house, not being used exactly as divinely intended. Bear in mind, however, that the vendors are not selling just anything. They are not selling cigarettes and ice cream and Jewish People magazine. If I am not mistaken, they are selling things used for sacrifice in the Temple. And the money-changers are exchanging Roman for Jewish coins, which can then be placed in the collection basket (yes, they too had a collection basket!). The scenario is thus not that outrageous. Yet, Jesus seems to go wild. He makes a whip of cords, evicts persons and animals, spills coins and overturns tables. There is a 1568 painting of this scene by Spanish painter, El Greco, (in the National Gallery here in Washington) depicting chaos and terror on the faces of all present. ?!? Is Jesus having a horribly out of character moment? There must be more than meets the eye—perhaps, in the vendors’ hearts. If the activity is not that outrageous, perhaps Jesus reacts to what He reads in those vendors’ hearts. They have made the Father’s house into a marketplace by virtue of what is in their hearts or what is not in their hearts. The Temple (this temple!) is the place of hearts turned to the Father, to God. Theirs are not, and it pains Jesus when His Father is not loved and respected. We witness the vulnerability of Jesus’ heart. Think of what you experience when you witness a loved one hurt. Jesus is not having a hissy fit or lashing out. Jesus is showing the zeal of love for his Father’s house, for his Father. Now, when asked for a sign to justify His actions, Jesus gives none. And, no apology, only prophecy! “Destroy this Temple, and, in three days, I will raise it up.” ?!? The Temple becomes a challenging, revealing metaphor. Without faith, however, without a deep inner sense that leads beyond what meets the eye, His listeners think Him crazy. Rebuild in three days a temple still under construction for forty-six years? Nice try: not happening. Faith takes the listeners who want to hear to a revelation about His body: Jesus is to die and rise in the very body that will be crucified. Divine love always has the last word. The new Temple, i.e. the new place of encounter between God and man, where hearts turn to the Father, is the God-man—including his body. And the love that animates Jesus’ heart as He gives His life, and by which He rises, is the love that makes of us temples of God. Saint Paul tells us (I Corinthians 3:17), “God’s temple is holy, and you are that temple”. The zeal we see manifested here is thus also the zeal Jesus has for each of us. Do we believe it? Do you truly believe that Jesus will go “wild” for you if the sacredness of the child of God in you is not respected? “God’s temple is holy, and you are that temple”. The choice is ours, today, each day. Do we choose to fix our eyes and hearts on Jesus and welcome the zeal of divine love from Him, and let it burn our hearts? Do we choose to live as Temples of God? (Second Sunday of Lent) Zachary Baker Rodes My brothers and sisters, let us pray.
Lord, may we always seek the Truth, whence it comes, cost what it may. Amen. Right before this passage we hear the confession of Peter that Jesus is the Messiah. “Who do you say that I am?” Jesus asks and then, if we remember Jesus gives as an order, “And he sternly ordered them not to tell anyone about him.” The text then reads that Jesus was only saying that it was the Son of Man that was going to undergo great sufferings. He doesn’t say, I, the Son of Man. Simply teaching what the Son of Man was going to go through. And he said it all quite openly, plainly, boldly even. Peter began to rebuke him and in so doing just broke the divine will that was just proclaimed. “And he sternly ordered them not tell anyone about him.” Peter’s rebuking implies a child-like instruction, a deep sense of condescension towards the Messiah. Jesus then backlashes. In a colloquial way, it might sound something like this, “Who the heck do you think you are to tell me who I am or who I am not after I just told you not to tell anyone. I will tell whoever I want! Step in line, Satan, for you do not dwell on God’s will for you but on the pride of your own, thinking you could shape the will of my Father for you.” For trusting in the will ofman, and not the will ofGod, one loses the hope that Jesus Christ proclaims to us. That is Peter’s rebuke. That is the rebuke we so often fall into in our relationship with God. But there’s hope, yet. Then he capitulates. Peter knew who he was and he, Peter, learning a lesson, Jesus calls to the crowd, to us, and calls them to the life in Christ. This is the call by Jesus Christ, this is a will of God that we should follow him and in so doing deny ourselves and even our life, if we have to, so that we may never be ashamed of proclaiming Jesus Christ as Lord. Now this is not our only will, of course. What God wills for us are as countless as the stars, to use the language of the Hebrew Bible. This life as a Christian, as the bearer of the cross, is a will of God openly said. We are called to a deep humility in Christ that allows for God’s hope, faith, and love to transform us and allows for Jesus to take center stage and use us in the kingdom work here on Earth. It is not that our personality changes, or relationships don’t change, but that the hope of the Gospel is the one that transcends the material frustrations of the present and it is a hope that rests in the Eternal Word of the Son of Man. Son of Man! That elusive saying. I love the title of Son of Man, whatever its origins, it is my favorite Christological title. Here, Jesus links the Son of Man with who he is. God Incarnate. Fully God and Fully Man. Born ofmankind, through Mary, and therefore, a son of man. The title in our modern inference evokes a gendered language, yet ultimately it calls us to reflect on the humanness of Jesus Christ through the revelation of Jesus as God. Why is there a cross to bear in this faith in Christ? This is a cross to bear when the world around us seeks to rest their hope in the material, which is reality, instead of God’s will, which is Truth. Reality is not the Truth. The truth is found in what God speaks, wills for us. Paul writes in Romans that all this depends on faith to receive the grace of God. And it is by this faith I believe Jesus Christ is Lord. In Christ there is a cross to bear that reveals itself as God and the eternal hope that is within him. In this sinful and adulterous generation, there has been a hoping against all hope. I do not mean to use this strong language to say how evil this world is, only to remind us how broken this world is. The phrase “this generation” doesn’t connote a current population during a period of time, but simply, as one commentator puts it, “an unfaithfulness to God’s priorities”. Paul reminds us of Abraham putting priority into the hope of God’s promise for him despite any material reality that said otherwise. This hope is something I realized recently I’ve been living without. Despite what 2020 was, I think I was good at spotting the hopeful moments, the ones that made life a little bit easier. I hope you could spot those as well. But it was not a year in which I relished in God’s eternal hopefulness. That is until recently. It wasn’t sudden, it wasn’t an epiphany. It was a slow pour, through prayer and contemplation, rest and relaxation, reading and writing, until one day I was filled with the hope that no matter what, God is there. In the Jesus’ rebuke, we do see hope. The hope of the life into which we have been saved, Jesus Christ. This does not mean our earthly path is void and we merely scorch earth or wait around. We live out this saving hope by living out our reality, our cross to pick up and bear, in which faith, hope, and love flourish in way that allows for the will of God to bring truth into the world, to the glory of the Son of Man. May it be so, Amen. (First Sunday of Lent) Rev. Dominique Peridans Exactly a century ago, 1921: Betty June Thornburg was born in
Battle Creek, Michigan. Her father abandoned her when she was very young. She and her mother received a telegram in 1937: he had committed suicide. Betty’s earliest memory: breaking spontaneously into song when she was three, to distract a drunken man threatening to beat up her mother at the “Blind Pig” pub she ran. At age nine, Betty quit school to sing on street corners, to raise money. Her mother was an alcoholic. One evening, at a Charlie Chaplin silent film with her mother, she thought, “I will be a star and my mother will stop drinking.” 1950: Betty, Hutton, as she was known on stage and in film, got the starring role in Annie Get Your Gun, replacing Judy Garland. Success, but the road ahead was not smooth. 1967, a definite turning point: firing by Paramount Pictures, death of her manager, death of her mother in a fire, bankruptcy. 1969: death of her dear friend, Garland, of a drug overdose. 1970: loss of her singing voice, nervous breakdown, attempted suicide. 1971: at age 50, after four failed marriages and a wrecked career, homelessness. “All she had was a shopping bag with a few things in it” said the executor of her estate. Worth $10 million at one point, she was broke and broken. Uppers and downers led her to a rehabilitation hospital in Boston, weighing only 85 pounds. On the verge of giving up, there she noticed a priest, Fr. Peter McGuire, pastor of Saint Anthony’s parish in Portsmouth, Rhode Island. He had come to the same hospital, to check in his cook, Pearl. Betty later found out from Pearl who this man was. One thing led to another and Betty found Fr. Peter and employment in his Rectory where, for five years, she cooked and cleaned. It was her time of recovery. In the humble process, she says she “found Christ in her heart”. In September of 1980, she returned to Broadway, one last time: a two-week stint as Miss Hannigan, in Annie. Her grandchildren came to see her. In the program, all the actors had extensive biographies—save one, Betty Hutton. Under her photograph were only seven words, “I am back. Thanks be to God!” Betty Hutton died on March 12, 2007. With the grace bestowed during Lent, each of us, in our own way, can say, “I am back; thanks be to God”. We can say this because grace gives us God’s love already victorious. This victory is revealed in this terse gospel passage. Jesus is baptized and revealed as the Beloved and thus our Beloved. Love fills. Jesus is then immediately driven by the Spirit into the wilderness, where, for forty days, he is tempted by Satan. St. Gregory (+604) says, It was not unworthy of our Redeemer to wish to be tempted, who came also to be slain; in order that by His temptations He might conquer our temptations, just as by His death He overcame our death. Love conquers. Jesus then comes to Galilee, proclaiming the kingdom of God has come near. Love touches. This gospel, at the beginning of Lent, is a source of hope. It indeed reminds us that God’s love is already victorious. There are no obstacles to God, if we do not want. And, when we are tempted not to love—which, for me, is every 15 minutes (!) our Beloved, Jesus, in Whom we experience the kingdom of God, is right there with us. As Saint Paul says to us in I Corinthians 15:57: God gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ. Jesus tells us, however, that we must repent and believe in the good news. To repent is to experience deep regret for wrongdoing and to turn our hearts towards our Lord Whom we have wronged. To believe is to yield with a sense of awe. Let us acknowledge the times that we have not welcomed the victory of Jesus’ love, especially in loving others And let us surrender to Him. Ah: the grace bestowed during Lent, Jesus’ gift, which makes all of this possible, and so we can dare to hope. Each of us, in our own way, can say “I am back. Thanks be to God!” |
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