Jesus said, “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven." Matthew 18:3
Every once-in-a-while, our son Daniel grabs a blanket and throws it over his head or finds a place to lurk, and with the occasional roar, plays what he calls "Scary Monster." I'm not quite sure where our almost-three-year-old picked up the phrase -- probably at his nursery school, since Hiroko and I never use it at home. But I've learned a lot from Daniel playing this simple game.
Scary monsters have re-emerged to rule the life of the Middle East this past week, as civilians duck and cover in Lebanon and Israel while soldiers of the Israeli armed forces and the Islamist organization Hezbollah hurl death at each other. . .in the name of religion, in the name of security, and in the name of God. Once again, peace-loving, God-embracing people become "collateral damage" in the escalating violence. And while our politicians split hairs trying to work out who should talk to whom and how, the fuel, weaponry, and propaganda (pick your side) continue to flow. We seem to learn more in the news only about the cold science of long-range and short-range missiles, the indiscriminate dismemberment of innocent children, and the age-old practice of warfare by proxy.
Closer to home, all of this serves to put back into perspective the "scary monsters" in the Anglican Communion -- of bishops, archbishops, presentments, lawsuits, plans for schism, rebelling parishes and their rectors, networks, calls for realignment, and cutting-to-the-bone rhetoric about status: covenantal, associate, second-tier, third-tier, no-tier, and maybe-a-tier. . .with only what seems a passing mention about being at table together as the People of God.
Scary Monster is one of the oldest forms of play in the human family, which is why two- and three-year-olds pick it up so easily. We all know our own scary monsters. They are the nightmares that haunt our lives from earliest childhood, the worries about things lurking in the darkness waiting to get us, those things that "go bump in the night". . .something primal that has roots in our prehistoric vulnerability as a species to predation. . .at least before we became the dominant predator on the planet.
In ancient times, and in many places in the world still, our scary monsters were referred to as demons. The best religious traditions tell us how to properly address our own demons. . .through prayer and peaceful practice. . .before they address us. Because, says this ancient wisdom, if we let the scary monsters dominate our lives and communities, we will only find ourselves drawn inexorably into the fearsome obsessions of our age: surrounding ourselves with stuff to feel secure -- the better SUV, the bigger home, more toys or money --whenever posssible -- than our neighbor has. . .Or lusting after power to cloak our fear: the deeper our fear, the more power we need to cover it. . .Or arming ourselves against our scary monsters with weapons ranging from hate-filled speech to handguns to the latest thermonuclear technology.
Once they take over, the names for our scary monsters become legion, depending only where we are in the human family at the moment: liberals, conservatives, orthodox, reasserters, revisionists, progressives, heretics, zealots, zionists, terrorists, gays, lesbians, straight white males, blacks, whites, latinos, asians, gay bishops, african bishops, woman bishops, the homeless, those in power, those out of power, those asking questions, those seeking truth, those claiming truth, those who speak, those who are silent.
Sometimes, our scary monster becomes God -- a fearsome, omnipotent projection of our very worst fears and deepest, darkest, most terrifying thoughts.
Either way, we're in real trouble. Scary Monster at this point becomes a very nasty, very adult game as it takes over our hearts and clouds our minds, causing us to lose sight of the truly God-inspired humanity in each other. . .or even ourselves. This is the greatest danger to our common life. When we become each other's scary monsters we risk tearing one another and ourselves apart. The scary monsters then rupture the human family; the demons take over our behavior and bring only suffering, hatred, and death.
The greatest vision of Hell is an unfettered game of Scary Monster dominating all human existence.
It seems to me Jesus Christ came, died, and rose again to end this game, so that we, like the little children, might be healed, and fully and without hesitation embrace the Reign of God, the great play of Life. And much we have to learn from them.
After a few minutes, Daniel leaves his lurking place, laughs, and moves on to the next game. Maybe that's a glimpse of God's grace. Maybe Daniel's occasional game of Scary Monster is the three-year-old way of dealing with his own primal and raw human fears, of getting them out and into the hands of God's grace. . .of a three-year-old, using three-year-old play to embrace the Divine blessings illuminated to my Christian eyes by his baptism.
Were it that simple for us adults, we would find the Gospel so much easier to live into, and our lives and world much freer of scary monsters and much closer to the Reign of God.
Let's at least continue to try.
Our faith puts it ultimately in the hands of grace. As we are known to utter, "We will with God's help."
Monday, July 17, 2006
Jesus said, “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven." Matthew 18:3
Monday, July 03, 2006
Fr. Jake offers a good summation of where things stand now as far as the unfolding earthquake in the Anglican Communion. (Now, it is followed by an extensive and wide-ranging set of comments). What I found helpful to notice, some of our Dioceses requesting "alternative Primatial oversight" are not monolithic in that most irregular request. What the Archbishop of Canterbury will do with it is anybody's guess.
Meanwhile, "back at the ranch," young Daniel, his face presently covered in jam, and I enjoy a day together before I head to Honolulu tomorrow for the Episcopal Asiamerica Ministry Consultation.
Being on "hiatus" between calls is strange feeling. . .it's tough to imagine not being at Christ Church -- Sei Ko Kai, but at the same time, I am excited about the coming challenges at Church of Our Saviour!
Much to pray, think, and write about. . .
Sunday, July 02, 2006
The Bishops of Nigeria have released a response to the Archbishop of Canterbury's recent reflection on the future of the Anglican Communion.
Their last three paragraphs demonstrate what seems a position that is utterly intractable and unwilling to recognize cultural difference. . .at least as far as the international Christian community goes. . .
. . .and a paragraph standing alone that simply chilled me to the core.
There are, indeed, serious insults in our common life as Christians that do not invite any response other than complete and utter shock. This is certainly one of them:
. . .One would have expected that those who had embarked on this religious misadventure would be encouraged to judge their actions against our well-established historic tradition.
A cancerous lump in the body should be excised if it has defied every known cure. To attempt to condition the whole body to accommodate it will lead to the avoidable death of the patient.
We encourage the Archbishop of Canterbury to persuade those who have chosen to “walk apart” to return to the path chosen by successive generations of our forbears. . .
Saturday, July 01, 2006
A Sermon for Sunday, July 2nd, at Christ Episcopal Church -- Sei Ko Kai, San Francisco, on the Fourth Sunday after Pentecost, Proper 8
Almighty God, you have built your Church upon the foundation of the apostles and prophets, Jesus Christ himself being the chief cornerstone: Grant us so to be joined together in unity of spirit by their teaching, that we may be made a holy temple acceptable to you. . .
With all the talk in the news this week about schism in the Episcopal Church, it seemed that things were coming apart at the seams. Unhappy with our General Convention and the election of +Katharine Jefferts Schori as our new Presiding Bishop, a handful of dioceses (ours not among them) are now calling on the wider Anglican Communion for “alternative Primatial oversight.”
The strange move slights our Presiding Bishop-elect. But, ironically enough, in the way our church governance works, she will not be. . .nor has a Presiding Bishop ever been. . .the principle “overseer” for any diocese. General Convention is. Only General Convention has the ultimate power to intercede or oversee the affairs of any diocese beyond and above their own elected bishop.
Here’s my last teaching about the Episcopal Church for you as your Vicar: the Presiding Bishop’s primary role is in the House of Bishops – to preside over their gatherings and call them together as a point of unity – and to represent the Episcopal Church as a special point of contact (though one of many) for our brothers and sisters in the Anglican Communion.
So "alternative Primatial oversight" is yet another (symbolic, perhaps?) request to the Archbishop of Canterbury and the Primates to try to stick it in the eye of the Episcopal Church. . .in our “wacko liberal” eyes. . .and in the eyes of women. . .and gays and lesbians in Holy Orders. Just for the record, I’ll stand with them and get my eyes stuck, too.
Unity it seems, to these upset dioceses and their bishops, is based largely on doctrine – and a frozen state of affairs around theology. Each one appears to choose his – and, yes, all these bishops are men – point in a reading of history to decide when the teachings of the Church were perfect and “apostolic” – closest, they feel, to what the apostles received directly from the lips and hands of Christ. . .and then they wish to impose it on the Church of the twenty-first century.
It’s going to be an interesting few years in our Church. Make no mistake. There will be a lot of ink spilled and some more harsh words. There will be lawsuits, crying, and gnashing of teeth. It’s already begun. But, please take heart. This has all happened before many times. The Gospel will survive. So will the Church.
My point for today is this: unity around doctrine has almost always failed us. The moment we decide everyone must agree to a single, narrowly human understanding of God, something has gone wrong. There is immediate dissension. In a heartbeat, we see – if our eyes remain open and our heads out of the sand – exceptions to “the rule.” This kind of unity is too fragile. And, my brothers and sisters, this is not the unity that binds us together.
But where I have learned this truth? To some degree from study in the Gospel of Jesus Christ and my feeble attempts to live it out. From my mistakes over the few short years I have been ordained.
But, most of all in recent times, I have learned it from all of you.
No, unity is about something else altogether. The apostles indeed taught by their words, but more so by their actions. It was in their healing hands, tired feet, and struggle to stay together in community that said so much more about unity in Christ than anything else.
Julian of Norwich (the Medieval mystic who got a bad wrap recently when our Presiding Bishop-elect quoted her at General Convention) says unity lies in charity – what we simply deem today as the best sort of self-giving love. And God appears in this love. . .no mention of doctrine necessary. As Julian hears God saying to her:
I am the goodness of the fatherhood; I am the wisdom of the motherhood. I am the light and the grace that is all blessed love. I am the Trinity. I am the unity. I am the goodness of all manner of things. I am the one who makes you love. I am the one that makes you yearn. I am the endless fulfilling of all true desires.
This is a true teaching in the apostolic tradition. In short, God is love. And our unity is founded upon that love. The unity is in God.
And how often these past four years have you manifested to me this beautiful notion of unity, not only with each other, but in your care and concern for Hiroko, Daniel, and me. Many of you have nurtured me like a good parent – the “goodness of the fatherhood” and the “wisdom of the motherhood,” shepherding me along the way as I, in my sometimes haphazard and mistake-ridden way, tried to shepherd you as your priest.
We yearned together in God’s gracious presence. In our prayers, we sought God’s fulfillment of all our true desires. And in these and so many other manifestations of our divine love for each other: in our joys and in our sorrows – at Sukiyaki Dinners and Summer Frolics, at dinner parties, over coffee, and in quiet reflections in Scripture, at baptisms, marriages, memorials, and in the ordinary worship of Sunday mornings. . .we found true unity in the bread we broke together and the cup of Christ from which we drank: in those wonderful and gracious symbols of Christ’s love for us – given for us to share with each other – given for us to share with a world in need.
There’s a part of me that would love to invite some of our more disgruntled bishops – such as +Iker of Fort Worth, +Howe of Central Florida, +Schofield of San Joaquin, and even ++Akinola of Nigeria – to Christ Church – Sei Ko Kai. . .for them to see what unity means to a little community with people from all over. . .a community that has suffered a lot, struggled even more, and loved with a generosity that might even turn the head of St. Paul.
We are like Jairus’ daughter in today’s Gospel, raised from the dead by our loving, “true Mother” as Julian calls Jesus – the one who bore us from the very beginning of time. And we have been raised into a special kind of unity that the world cannot completely understand, because it cannot be boiled down to contracts, reason, or dogma. But instead, our unity is richly found in the rough-and-tumble turbulence of incarnational lives like yours and mine. Lives incarnational, because they are filled by God’s Spirit, and shared with a generous love and patience that is so strange and wonderful, it can only come ultimately from that loving Jesus at work in our midst.
When I leave
My brothers and sisters in Christ, our unity will last. There is no way to measure the portion of my heart that I will leave with you as I take up ordained priesthood elsewhere. And, yet, there will always be room for more of God’s abundance to be shared among you. Believe, dear children of God, along with me, that we are never far from true joy and true freedom in God’s heart. And know that you are forever loved.
How do I know? It’s this simple:
If God loves you half as much as I do, you will never be wanting for grace or blessing.
I end my final sermon as your Vicar with more words from Julian of Norwich:
All will be well: and you yoursel[ves] will see that every conceivable thing will be well. And then the blessed Motherhood of Christ will begin a new phase in the joy of our God. It will be a new era, a new heaven and a new earth that will last forever.
And so I understand that all his children who have been blessedly born to him in nature will be brought to him again by grace.
God go with you.
The Rt. Rev. Barbara Harris, the first woman bishop in The Episcopal Church, sounds off in support of +Katharine Jefferts Schori. Harris does not mince words, but then that is one luxury of being retired! The title of the posting over at The Witness says it all:
She Will Not Be Alone
The election of the Rt. Rev. Katharine Jefferts Schori as 26th Presiding Bishop of the Episcopal Church is momentous for several reasons -- not the least of which is that many General Convention deputies, visitors and bishops themselves did not believe the House of Bishops had the moral courage to choose the obviously superior nominee. The conventional wisdom was that a "compromise" person, palatable to both sides of the church and the rest of the Anglican Communion, would be chosen in the hope that we might "get on with it" -- whatever "it" is.