The Courage of Christmas

The Church is Beautiful

How beautiful the church is on Christmas Eve. You’ve outdone yourselves. I remember at Easter thinking how much I’d love to see this place at Christmas, but of course we all gave a dismissive chuckle to that notion. Who knew! 

But here we are gathered in this sacred and holy place once again to hear the message of the angels. “Peace on Earth and Goodwill to ALL”. What a wonderful and timely message. Timely and timeless at the very same time!

On my first journey to the United Kingdom, I found myself at a Bed and Breakfast in the Lake District in a town called Kendal. The local parish church was a lovely Norman structure over 1000 years old. My traveling companion and I were treated to an evening beverage and we discovered that the proprietor of the B&B was a member of the vestry. He and I got into it. He was interested in the American church’s liberal views on the ordination of women, a matter that perplexed our English cousins. Then, out of the blue, he asked me this question; 

“Father, you’ll never guess what time of year our church comes alive with decoration and music. It is a time that really touches every heart in the town. You’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”

“Christmas!”, I said imagining what the old stone church would look like decorated in greens, poinsettias, a creche, and lit by candlelight. 

“How in the world did you know?” said he.

“Every Anglican church the world over is precious this night. In fact, so are Lutheran, Methodist, and Roman Catholic Churches.”

It is the night of the Incarnation of God. Emmanuel. God with us. And the whole Christian world, bows to this holy night with awe, reverence, and a profound and affectionate love.

Many there are who travel the world around in search of the holy. In one of the better movies I’ve seen this year, “The Way” with Martin Sheen, there is the story of a man, who, after the untimely death of his son, goes to Spain to walk the “Camino de Santiago”. It is a fine movie. After much soul searching this rather secular businessman and golfer discovers that there really is something holy within him. His heart learns of the healing touch that comes from a close encounter with his traveling companions and with the living God whom he discovers in their midst.

More recently, Cindy and I saw “The Life of Pi”; another pilgrimage of a sort in which a young Indian boy and a ferocious tiger share a life boat after a shipwreck and the boy discovers God in ever deepening discoveries of the life within himself and his encounter with the tiger. 

I’ve been to the Holy Land twice and walked in the footsteps of Jesus, Moses, and so many others written about in holy scripture. I took a bus load of high school students. What we learned together! What goodness I’ve experienced in these pilgrimages.

There is something about all these journeys filled with their own spiritual intentionality that has the potential to bring us into a close encounter with the Living God, or that sense that within us something very holy resides.

Your journeys to Kanuga, the Cathedral, to the annual “Shackathon” or to “Crop Walk” are all of a piece. They are instances where we might discover God walking with us. 

But whether your quest for God takes you far away to distant lands and different cultures, or whether that journey takes you deep within your own heart, what we always come to discover is that God has been with us all the way. This is especially true when we come to do battle with doubt, despair, danger and evil. We didn’t have to travel far away to find it. It has been here all the while. 

That fact becomes clear to us on Christmas Eve, I think, in a way no other time of year can do, no other festival quite celebrates. Christmas brings with it a a joy and a wonder that brings both a smile and a tear to the same countenance.  The radiant light that comes from a child in a manger evokes profound responses when we think of the journeys we’ve been taking throughout our lives. “The hopes and fears of all the years are met in Thee tonight”, Phillips Brooks, that great Boston preacher wrote one night when he was on pilgrimage in Bethlehem. All my joys and all my sorrows are reflected in the face of the Baby.

This year, of course, we are reminded of the Holy Innocents. Herod in a pique of paranoia ordered the killing of the male children under the age of two in Bethlehem when the Wise Men refused to tell him where to find this Baby King. More children, in recent weeks have been taken from us at the hands of yet another deranged mind. Every day in America inner city neighborhoods we must undergo similar heartaches. 

And the Holy Child requires me to remember that right now. It will take courage to speak up for the children who now have no voice. Our own children are vulnerable in a dangerous world. I do hope and pray that you and I will speak up for them. There will be plenty of time for that in the New Year.

For now, the Baby also wants my heart to sing with the music of Christmas. Not only is our church beautiful, it is also filled with such lovely music. The music brings to my soul a tearful smile when I greet Christmas, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. This is why I love Christmas so. 

What more precious gift can there be but to see the sleeping Jesus in his cradle? Or the smiles and laughter of our own children, or the beaming faces of their proud parents, grandparents and friends? How refreshingly joyful it is to see our annual Christmas pageant. How precious are these children!

In the luminous night a star shines down from heaven, and our hearts and the whole world over are filled with this amazing music. Shepherds quake to see this sight. Kings and Wise Men go to the manger and discover there by the cradle, where the cattle are lowing, even as the world stands dark and cold; this Child radiates a profoundly bright warmth. 

The Love of God made flesh and blood in that Holy Child comes down to dwell among and within us at Christmas. Jesus is God-with-us; our “Emmanuel”. Not only is God with us in the flesh and blood of Jesus, but in the flesh and blood of all those who love the Child. Those of you with the courage and the imagination to enfold him in your hearts may also begin to radiate his warmth. 

This is the challenge of Christmas. Do you have the courage to create like God creates? Can you join Jesus in saving a fallen world? Can you discover the inner Way to make holy everything your life touches?

Christmas is a season of hope. We end one difficult year and soon we begin another. Living into Christmas and living into a New Year will take courage, creativity, and eagerness to bless and defend our children. 

We are here tonight in this very beautiful, sacred and holy place, as millions are doing around the world hour by hour. I extend to you my prayers for all the blessings of Christmas. How wonderful that we can share this moment together. In the immortal words of one who knew what is means to discover God in the here and now; “God bless us every one”.

Merry Christmas!

Fr Paul

He Sent the Rich Away Empty

Evensong and Eucharist

Seventy years ago we were a very small and poor country church. Our priest was a fellow by the name of Thomas Smythe and he had responsibility for three congregations; at Birdsboro, Morgantown and here in Douglassville. Once a month he came here for Communion for the morning service. On the other Sundays we had Evensong at 7:30pm. 

Ruth Weidner played the organ and remembers singing “The Magnificat” time and time again. On Tuesdays we hold our weekly Bible Study at the Villa. We read the scriptures appointed for the upcoming Sunday. Everyone is welcome to attend and, I must say, we do enjoy lively conversation. This week, Ruth found herself reading the Magnificat, or what we call now the “Song of Mary” and she saw something that she had never noticed before. She listened very closely to what the words said;

“He has brought down the powerful from their thrones

He has lifted up the lowly

He has filled the hungry with good things

And sent the rich away empty.” ~St Luke 1:52,53

Esther Shelley, Ruth Weidner and I shared a good chuckle when Louise Temple said; “It sounds like politics”. The Biblical narrative often speaks up for the poor. No doubt you’ll remember that Jesus announced his ministry in the Synagogue with the words from the prophet Isaiah; “I have come to bring good news to the poor”. (Luke 4:18) That sounds clear to me. We see both Mary and Jesus in the homes, the streets and villages of ancient Galilee where they made these ancient pronouncements. Around them huddle the poor and the sick and the outcast. He brought them good news, a healing touch, and a place to call home in the heart of God.

We read from the prophet Micah who says; Bethlehem of Ephratha, you are just one of the smaller clans of Judah, and of little account and yet from such an obscure place there would come a mighty savior. (Micah 5) He spoke autobiographically, in part; since he too, compared to the other prophets like Isaiah, was of little account. It was, let me remind you, a time of terrible distress. The people would live in captivity yet again, this time taken away into the jaws of oppression by a foreign power. It seems that the history of God’s people is one that often finds itself in periods of distress. Still the prophet says that there will be a woman in labor and she shall bring forth a child and he will be great. He will be mighty. The people will live again in security. his reign will extend to the ends of the earth and he shall be the one who will bring peace. 

This is the great biblical hope which we all treasure in our hearts.

It is worth listening to the prophet and to Mary and it is worth embracing their words. For the fact is, that as jarringly out of place as the gospel may seem to be when confronted with present historic reality, it is nonetheless true. And as urgent as it was to read the prophet’s words then at a time of calamity, so too now in the midst of this world’s darkness these words and these hopes need once again to shine into our hearts.

I will not capitulate or give in to the darkness. Neither will you! God knows it is getting dark, and I’m not referring to the turning of the winter solstice. I am referring to the darkest corners of the human personality. I am referring to our interior illnesses. Disorders of the spirit fill us in some cases to despondency and in extremes to violence. That’s the darkness to which I refer. We’ve seen all too many examples of violence in recent days. Many of us hang on it as if the power of darkness can draw us in and keep us there. Yet I refuse to give in to it. I don’t care how dark it gets.

Clearly Mary was scared out of her wits when the Archangel Gabriel came to her to tell her about her child. “How shall this be, since I am without a husband?” Even with the reassurances of her God-sent visitor, Joseph considered having her quietly sent away until the scandal was over, as Matthew’s Gospel tell us. (Matthew 1:19)

In today’s Gospel we are told that she went to visit her kinswoman Elizabeth, and when she did the child within Elizabeth leapt for joy. All the while the scripture says, “Mary pondered these things in her heart.”

The darkness and the joy are very close together. It just depends on which way you turn to look. It is a matter of orientation, if I may use the word in its root sense. In the ancient church, when a candidate was brought to the font for Baptism, she or he first would face to the west where the darkened sky lurked not just “out there” but “in here”.

The catechumen declared; “I renounce you”, as if there were a reality to the dimension of evil; as if the evil one actually had a living force within. The candidate, however young or old, renounced the darkness three times.

Then he or she would turn to the east, to the brilliant light of the rising sun, and then accept Jesus as the way and the truth and the life. For to these Christians, Jesus was the Light of the world, just as he said he was. (John 8:12) Yes, this is the way to live. In the light of forgiveness and eternal life, in the light of Christ’s reconciling love. 

I know it is dark all around us and deep within as well. We don’t have to look far to see sin. The media are filled with the only doctrine we can proove. Sin. I can prove that doctrine of the church for you easily. Watch the news and read the papers. All the other Church doctrine must be taken on faith. However, the more I’m drawn into that darkness the more I give in to its power, the more likely I will become its child.

In my mind’s eye I see Mary and Joseph and the donkey making their way to Bethlehem. It is dark. They were filled with Advent expectation. He is coming, but what will that mean? Only time will tell. The darkness into which they travelled was however, brightened we’re told, by a star. You and I watch them as they travel along, and how we want to reassure them that he will be the Wonderful Counsellor, The Mighty God, The Everlasting Father, and the Prince of Peace. It will be OK. 

But for now they must merely travel on trusting that the star they follow will indeed lead the way toward God. They had no way of knowing that. But we do. As dark as the world seemed to that frightened and vulnerable family, you and I know with the benefit of hindsight how mightily God would act on their behalf. 

Now you and I must walk in that same dark world and we too will follow the star that shines over our cities, towns and lives that seem of little account. I will not capitulate to the darkness. Neither will you. I will follow the star. And the star of my life is Jesus.

In my baptism, I renounce that way of life that leads to darkness and insist on turning to that light which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Jesus said; ‘I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness but will have the light of life.’ ~John 8:12

There you are, the Light of the world makes it all so clear. Walk in the Light of Jesus! 

I want to walk as a child of the light;
I want to follow Jesus.
God set the stars to give light to the world;
The star of my life is Jesus.

In him there is no darkness at all;
The night and the day are both alike.
The Lamb is the light of the city of God;
Shine in my heart, Lord Jesus.

Walking in the light when so much of the world walks in darkness is risky business. But when we build communities of faith and build them strong, and when we join hands with others to strengthen the common bonds of humanity through which that light may shine, we can vanquish the darkness, or at least banish it to its isolated corners where it belongs.

This is why we study our scriptures. Every week. This is why we read, mark, learn and inwardly digest them. It is to keep our eyes fixed on the Light of Christ, so that no matter what darkness we must confront, we know that God is with us. 

We have come a long way from Evensong to Eucharist. Now, every Sunday, we may come to the Holy Table and receive the Savior’s Light and Life. Thus may the light of Jesus shine in and through us this day and forevermore. 

In the Name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit

Holy Innocents in Connecticut

Keep Today as a Holy Day

Holy Innocents! Is is a very holy day in the Church Calendar and comes only three days after Christmas. This year Holy Innocents came early to folks in Sandy Hook, Connecticut. The day marks the time when Herod called for the death of the children. Herod suffered from paranoia. He feared that Jesus would become King of the Jews. So he ordered the murder of all the male children in Judea under the age of two.

Mental illness struck again just yesterday in Sandy Hook in an elementary school, and left 20 children, 7 adults and the killer all dead. 

"How can anyone take away our angels?" A Lament is raised to heaven. We join with those who refuse to be consoled.

Then was fulfilled what had been spoken through the prophet Jeremiah: 

‘A voice was heard in Ramah,
   wailing and loud lamentation,
Rachel weeping for her children;
   she refused to be consoled, because they are no more.’

~Jeremiah 31:15

There is plenty of time to debate the next steps to bring this madness under some kind of control

But for now, we weep. Weeping and loud lamentation to God and to our countrymen. 

And we keep this day as a Holy Day for our children.

There is no consolation for those whose tears drench their homes.

Christmas! 

Holy Innocents!

There is only this. God knows what it is like to loose a Child. 

He was born in a Manger in Bethlehem. 

He brought us hope, healing, forgiveness and eternal life.

But of course he died.

Again the Powers and Principalities of this present evil did their work.

The Holy Innocent was put up on the cross for all of us to see. 

He changed our lives and so shall these sweet ones.

Is there any comfort for us?

There is only this. God knows what it is like to loose a Child.

Mary takes him in her arms.

Drop, drop slow tears.

We shall weep, wail and lament.

But we shall not despair.

These Holy Innocents shall not have died in vain.

We will be back soon.

And when we return, we shall require an answer!

There is eternal life and we shall continue our work.

In the meantime let there be a blessing of protection on the Children we love. 

And may God take the angels into his arms and wipe the tears from their faces.

And may God take us too in his arms and be with us in our sorrow.

And let us all keep Holy Day for these Holy Innocents.

Fr. Paul

Sandy Hook, Children & Christmas

Away in a Manger

Tonight the church was filled with pre-school children and their families. They told the story of a baby born in a stable many years ago. They were thankfully oblivious to the day's events. Their moms and dads also seemed to be preoccupied with being justifiably proud and thrilled to see their children take the parts of Mary, the Angel Gabriel, and the many other angels, Joseph, the sheep, the shepherds and the three Kings. 

I was quite aware of events in Sandy Hook, and I could not help but think of the vulnerability of these children and all children. We're all vulnerable, no doubt. But these children, as they told the Christmas Story seemed so vulnerable to me.

I wanted to bless them and ask a prayer for protection on them tonight. But I had to let that be. They told the story and sang some carols. And the church was filled with Christmas joy and excitement as the  parents and grandparents of these children burst with pride.

My heart burst with prayer; a prayer of blessing for each child. And a prayer of protection for each child. 

It was not the right time for me to impose comfort on these children and their families.

Afterward, one mom came up to me and asked if I were "Fr Paul". 

"Yes", I said.

"My son came home and told me he met God at pre-school". She was bursting with laughter. 

How could I spoil a moment like this with my heartbreak?

I knew who she meant. He is an especially delightful child. I have corrected him each time he called me God.
"Now," she said; "he thinks you're Father Abraham." The children love the song I teach to help them shake their sillies out. 

But I am not God and I am certainly not Fr. Abraham. I wish I kew how to protect the children of Sandy Hook, CT and Douglassville, PA as we sometimes imagine God can protect us.

Alas even God cannot do that. Only we can protect our children. Perhaps we can have some conversation about that in the months to come and then take some robust action to protect them and the rest of us from these senseless acts of violence.

In the meantime, as I sat through the Christmas Story as told by these precious children, all I could do was ask a prayer of blessing and protection for these children and their families. Won't you join me!

Every week, at the end of story time, I ask each child to come forward for a blessing. They bound up toward me and smile broadly and often giggle.  I make the sign of the cross of their foreheads and say; "God bless you!"

Next time, I will say; "May God bless and protect you!"

As our hearts break tonight, as we remember the vulnerability of the Christ child in the manger, and the vulnerability of all children and their families, let the tears flow freely. 

And for tonight let the prayers arise to heaven. "God bless and protect the children".

Fr. Paul

Prayer is Being with God

Prayer

Prayer is being with God. 

Silent, centered, and still.

Prayer is being with persons in a way that leads to love, compassion and forgiveness.

It is the courage to be reconciled.

Prayer is feeding the 5000 and the countless poor.

And housing the least of these.

The visitation of those who are sick or in prison.

Prayer is Justice among nations and between brothers and sisters.

It is Shalom in Jerusalem, Salaam in the West Bank and Peace in Gaza.

Prayer is dangerous.

It may cost you your life.

Jesus is why this is so. He brings Love.

Moses is why this is so. He brings us freedom from slavery and a Law to live by.

Muhammed is why this is so peace be upon him.
He brings us to Allah, the All Merciful. 

Prayer is being with God.

Silent, centered, and perfectly still.

~Fr. Paul Bresnahan

Life Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness

The Declaration of Independence

Nothing is more foundational to the Constitution of these United States of America that these truths which we hold as self evident.

For all of our citizens to enjoy the right to life, we shall all have heath care and a good paying job. 

For all of our citizens to be free from enslavement to poverty, we shall all have health care and a good paying job.

For al or our citizens to pursue happiness we shall all have health care and a good paying job.

Notice when we say "ALL" we mean "ALL".
Without regard to orientation, gender, race, class, or creed, or no creed at all.
"ALL" means "ALL"!

Every citizen who wants to work should have a good paying job with full benefits.

• A living wage
• Health Care
• 35-40 hour work week
• 2-4 weeks vacation

And when industry will not provide for these benefits, the public will.

To make provision for these rights, there shall be fair taxation. 

IN NO CASE WILL THE RICH PAY LESS THAN THE POOR, THE WORKING CLASS AND THE MIDDLE CLASS IN PROPORTION TO INCOME.

We are making progress on these goals. We now have health care. We now need jobs.

You rich and your multinational corporations, bring back our jobs to these shores.
You rich, now hear this, you will pay taxes like the rest of us pay.

We the People are sovereign and we will not serve you as slaves to consumerism at Walmart and McDonald's. 

Pony up and pay us like Citizens of these United States of America.

Bring our jobs back home!

God Writes Straight with Crooked Lines

God Writes Straight With Crooked Lines

“Deus escrive certo por lingas tortas”

A few years ago I needed a folk saying to use to describe a theological method by which we come to understand how we humans love one another and God. I was coming to the conclusion of a book I wrote on human sexuality and theology. How in the world do we describe the messes we humans make and how God meets us in the midst of those messes and guides us then into salvation? One of my favorite theologians is Marcus Borg and in one of his books; “Meeting Jesus Again for the First Time” he remarked that there is an old Portuguese saying; “God writes straight with crooked lines”. 

Given what I know of human nature, the remark made good sense. Somehow we all know what’s right and what’s wrong, yet time and again we make choices that are harmful to ourselves and others. We seek our own will instead of the will of God. But God refuses to abandon us to our own willfulness, but time and again God seeks us out, through prophets, sages and wise men and women of every age. Again and again we turn away, and again and again God seeks us out. 

In the fullness of time God sent Jesus, the perfect nature of God and humankind met in one Person. Announced by John, born in a manger, driven into the wilderness, and baptized in the River Jordan, he then recruited those who would follow, taught and healed us, fed us by the thousand on the hillsides in Galilee, sought out the outcast the rich the poor and the common fisherfolk of his time. He then went up to Jerusalem, cleansed the Temple and sealed his fate as the One who would die on the cross for the sins of the whole world.

Reflecting on the reality of this nature, the old Portuguese saying again comes back to me. Yes, “God writes straight with crooked lines.”

I sought out the saying in an East Cambridge neighborhood near Boston where so many Portuguese folk live, but nobody seemed to know what I was talking about. Then one day I found myself with friends in the Portuguese Cultural Center in Peabody and I thought to ask the waitress if she knew this old folk saying. Of course she did! And she then taught me the words; “Deus escrive certo por lignas tortas; God writes straight with crooked lines”.

Ah, that’s it! Here we are, humans all. In our youth we often wander far in a land that is waste. How many times have I listened to the tearful stories of those who made marriages a shipwreck of impressive dimension? How many times have I heard those stories of myriads upon myriads of creative means by which we concoct schemes which muddle us up in a morass of misery? How many times have I stood by the hungry and the homeless? On and on it goes.

Yet neither God nor I, nor any of you will abandon those we love to their own devices. Not at all, it is out of the love God bears for us all, that we impose ourselves, sometimes by invitation, often through intervention, to salvage what we can of our own lives as well as the lives of others.

The scripture tells us that it was John’s ministry to announce the coming of the savior. John’s father, Zechariah, sang his song of joy in the canticle we recited this morning; “You, my child, shall be called the prophet of the Most High, for you will go before the Lord to prepare his way, to give people knowledge of salvation by the forgiveness of their sins.”

Which comes first then; repentance or forgiveness? Now hear this, it was Christ who fist stood on the cross reaching out his arms of love on that hard wood to name it: “You are forgiven. I love you. Now go and repent and live a new life full of the joy of Jesus.”

It is a good idea, but still we’ll figure out a way to mess that up with amazing abandon and creativity. The prophet Malachi reminds us in today’s first lesson; “he will purify the descendants of Levi and refine them like gold and silver, until they present offerings to the LORD in righteousness”.

When forgiveness and repentance finally kick in we become joyfully filled with the creative and redemptive power of God. That’s when we get the point and we become the agents by which we extend God’s loving arms around our friends and loved ones and we all learn to become followers of God. This is what it means to be involved in the redemptive work of God.

I think of the music we sing at this time of year. What does it means when a young man sings in Chanticleer, when a choir sings for a beloved priest or then for evensong? What does it mean when one of our own leads a chorus in this church and and fills the place with sounds of such loveliness. And through it all, folk from all walks of life crowd in to hear of the message of the angels and the archangels.

"The voice of one crying out in the wilderness:

'Prepare the way of the Lord,

make his paths straight.

Every valley shall be filled,

and every mountain and hill shall be made low,

and the crooked shall be made straight,

and the rough ways made smooth;

and all flesh shall see the salvation of God.'"

Yes that’s the idea. And if you are a sailor going down east from Boston, it is pure simplicity. Simply set your sails, and let the prevailing westerlies take you on a straight shot to Maine and the Maritimes. Ah, shipmates, but when it is time to sail back to Boston, you’ll have to sail into the winds. That’s why we Yankees know you go up to Boston. You have to tack into the winds.

For example, if a vessel is sailing on a starboard tack with the wind blowing from the right side and tacks, it will end up on a port tack with the wind blowing from the left side. This maneuver is used when the desired direction is directly into the wind. Thus you’re sailing upwind.

You see, as in sailing so in life, “God writes straight with crooked lines. Deus escrive certo por lignas tortas.” The Portuguese are great sailors. 

And it is the imagery of sailing that the church uses to call its clergy “Rectors”. The one who sets things straight. We set the course straight into a particular degree but obviously must amend the course due to the directions of the winds and the influence of the currents, and allowing for the raging of waves in the midst of a storm.

Just like life! It is impossible to sail a perfect and true due west, east, north, or south. Mid course corrections are the stuff out of which we navigate our way throughout the exigencies of life, because God writes straight with crooked lines.

The day of the lord is upon us right now, as the day’s Epistle puts it. What we do with our lives now determines where we will be miles and years from now. The day of the lord is fast approaching. In every breathing moment of life the decisions we make matter.  The day of the Lord is upon us.

So what comes first repentance or forgiveness? It’s a false dichotomy really. The two clap their hands together, for the one is the flip side of the other.

Repent because you are forgiven. You are forgiven because you repent. May your life shine with the Glory of God’s love!

In the Name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. AMEN.

Sex and Heaven! The Perfect Christmas Gift!

The Perfect Christmas Gift!

Everything You Need to Know About Sex

In Order to Get to Heaven

by

Fr. Paul Bresnahan

Here's a perfect gift for that special someone who wants to know more about both! (Available from Amazon). I have become impatient with the church's skittishness over sex particularly around issues of gender and orientation. So I wrote this book to encourage the idea that Jesus came into the world to encourage us to "Love one Another." 

Actually that was a commandment in John's Gospel.

There is good humor, some "pop" theology and a few tears to be shed as well as we make our way through these pages. 

But it is time for the church and the culture around it to grow up and face facts. Men and women; gay and straight have been around a very long time.

How about we embrace them all as God does!

My church, (The Episcopal Church) is one tiny corner of Christianity that finds this just the right thing to do. Lets hope the rest follow suit in due course.

In the meantime here's a good chuckle or two to move us all along toward heaven...by loving one another!

Peace,

Fr. Paul

Christ the King

Christ The King, 2012

The imagery in all of today’s readings is of the Kingship of God. The First Lesson from the Book of Daniel envisions One like the Ancient of Days as he takes his place upon his throne room in heaven. The Psalmist likewise describes the splendid apparel of God and his mighty work in quelling the raging chaos of the seas. In the Book of Revelation, Jesus exalts us to be a Kingdom of Priests, and Pilate wonders if Jesus is the King of the Jews in today’s Gospel reading. And to top it all off, at the end of today’s service crowned children from the Atrium will lead us into the world where we may continue our work learning and doing the work of Jesus.

It is the will of God that all things shall be restored to unity in God in our Lord Jesus Christ, by our Lord Jesus Christ and for our Lord Jesus Christ. In this manner we are called to exalt him as King and enthrone him within our hearts as the sovereign Lord of life.

And yet we are in a world divided and enslaved to sin. Palestine and Israel are poised toward one another as divided and enslaved by sin. The body politic in these United States of America finds itself divided and enslaved by sin. And too, within our families, friends and even within our own inner lives we often find ourselves too often divided and enslaved by sin.

The scripture calls us to unity in God as does the Collect of the Day.

Are Palestinians and Israelis likely to do so? Are Democratic Liberals and Republican Conservatives likely to do so? Can feuding families and inner battles within ourselves likely to be reconciled?

Isn’t it interesting that even at our Thanksgiving Tables we often set aside our gratitude for differentiation, conflict and disagreement. 

At least that was the way it was growing up in our home. The large New England kitchen table was the gathering place; the setting for the great debates of our family. Oh and what fun that was. My grandmother pleaded with us; “Please, no talk of religion or politics today, I beg of you!” 

To which my uncle replied; “What else is there to talk about?” How I loved those debates as the uncles flushed with red faces debated their points of view. It was as if freedom of speech was enshrined in our home as the highest treasure of all.

The union men agreed with the working men and women and the few management folk we had in our midst argued that point of view. We had Protestants, Catholics and atheists in our home. And there was more vigorous debate.

But still we were one family. And as we gathered at the door to say our good byes, there were tears of love and fond embraces as we lingered long and then went on our separate ways. I believe it was because of the love we bore for one another that common decency and respect were crowned like Christ our King in the midst of our family.

And yet something seems to have changed. The love we once felt seems now to be less than loving. This is particularly so in our national discourse. What was once the fireplace and the Eucharistic Table in our Dining Rooms and kitchens is now the Big Screen TV. The nature of our gathering seems to have changed.  We seem to have forgotten the art of conversation. Social media, Facebook and texting is posing a challenge to our methodology for interaction.

There is a well recognized method for debate;

Thesis- You express your point of view

Antithesis- I express my point of view.

We then debate the points until we develop a Synthesis of the two and more points of view. 

This is at least the idea behind a Parliamentary form of government. You can see how well that works in Britain, the US Congress and the United Nations. It was Winston Churchill who once quipped; “Democracy is the worst form of government in the world except for all the others.”

There is something intractable in the air, something unwilling and unable to come to terms with compromise. The pragmatic has given way to the ideological.

By doing so we insist on being divided and enslaved to sin. This is profound disobedient to God. Being this way leads to hatred, violence, and death. We Irish know how to do that very effectively. The Palestinians and the Israelis sure have mastered that approach to their history. And we are all in danger of falling into the same snare of evil and sin. 

Allow me to suggest two strategies for mitigating the situation. The one I learned years ago as I worked on my own listening skills. It is called the LAPS strategy. LAPS is an acronym for; Listen, Allow, Probe and Support.

If we make a commitment to listen actively to what we are saying using this methodology we may indeed discover a pathway toward accommodation to our differing points of view. The first thing to remember is not to react but to listen.

Listen by checking with the speaker that you in fact are hearing what he or she is saying correctly. Listen by repeating in your own words what you think has been said.

Then allow it; simply let it sit out there on its own merit. Listen as it reverberates between the speaker and the listener and within you.

Then probe what the speaker is saying. Demonstrate more than a passing interest but a genuine curiosity into the nature, background and basis upon which the speaker builds his or her conviction.

Then show support even if you disagree. Find something you can support in what the speaker says.

Then and only then, can you respond. By modeling a method for listening you and I can build bridges between ourselves and those who hold vastly differing points of view. Such a method can lead into respectful and artful conversation. And if ever there were a time when respectful and artful conversation were needed this is it.

The other image I have is that of the soaring Eagle. I think I have mentioned this image before in this place, but I will mention it again.

For an Eagle to soar, it needs both wings. So, if I’m a left winger and you’re a right winger you and I both need each other, not just to get off the ground and fly, but by working together we can soar.

Now to tell you the truth, while the eyesight on an eagle is keen, its brain is still the size of a bird.

To me this is why the scripture urges us to put on the Mind of Christ. Notice the imagery in the day’s first lesson. One like the Ancient of Days takes his seat in the throne room. His clothing is pure white and the hair of his head is like pure wool. Fire issues forth from his throne. And ten thousand times ten thousand served him. Then one like the Son of Man appeared and into his hands is given all the peoples and all the nations on earth that they might serve him.

This is wisdom, obedience, and the love of God; namely, that we shall serve Jesus. We are called to learn and do the work of Jesus. Only by doing so is there hope for you and me, the Arab and the Jew, the  President and Congress, and our own inner struggles to come to the Peace and Joy of Jesus. We have been given the ministry of reconciliation.

“So are you the King of the Jews?” Pilate asks Jesus in the Gospel.

“For this I came into the world; to testify to the truth. And all who belong to the truth listen to my voice.”

Listen to Jesus.

In the Name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.

Fr Paul

Black Friday Boycott!!!

This is but the beginning!

This is just the beginning. According to a Washington Post article, hundreds of protesters have rallied against Walmart's unfair labor practices. I have been supportive of this effort for years. As it became clearer and clearer to me that the largest employer in America is now Walmart, it also becomes clearer that unfair labor practices take center stage in America.

Small numbers are beginning to step out and protest. I believe that over time the momentum will increase. As Bain Capital and other corporate greed machines ship our jobs overseas, we are left with only an increase in low paying, minimum wage jobs, with few if any benefits. We must speak up.

What we have on our side is numbers. Eventually as corporations continue their warfare against the poor and the working people of this country, our efforts will gain momentum.

If we can stop work.

I we can stop buying.

And do so on the big shopping days of the year.

If we can be one, they will have to listen.

Our demands are simple. 

Good jobs paying a fair wage for all Americans.

Good benefits.

Decent working conditions.

Several generations ago, all we had to do was to make it through high school, head on down to the local factory and have a decent job for the rest of our lives.

Those days are now over.

I am proud to say, my wife and I have not been out to shop on Black Friday for as long as I can remember. We have few needs now and are giving away most of what we have accumulated over the years.

In every church I have served, we have given to the poor and so again this year, we give to "Angel Tree". 

Cheer the hearts of the children.

Cheer the hearts of your fellow Americans.

Boycott Black Friday.

Give to the children!

Peace to you all,

Fr. Paul

The Church Steps into the Abyss of Irrelevancy! Again!

Thank you Fr. Roy

So then, the Church of England and the Roman Catholic Church take yet another giant step into the abyss of irrelevancy! The former denies women access to the Episcopacy and the latter denies the priesthood to an activist priest who speaks out for gender equality, peace and justice. This is NOT Catholicism. This is not the church. 

Jesus loves all without regard to gender, race, orientation, class and ethnicity. For this obedience to Christ's mandate, nuns and priests are being treated very shabbily especially Fr. Roy.

Here is Fr. Roy's statement.

November 20, 2012

STATEMENT BY FATHER ROY BOURGEOIS ABOUT HIS DISMISSAL FROM MARYKNOLLI have been a Catholic priest in the Maryknoll community for 40 years. As a young man I joined Maryknoll because of its work for justice and equality in the world. To be expelled from Maryknoll and the priesthood for believing that women are also called to be priests is very difficult and painful.

The Vatican and Maryknoll can dismiss me, but they cannot dismiss the issue of gender equality in the Catholic Church. The demand for gender equality is rooted in justice and dignity and will not go away.

As Catholics, we profess that God created men and women of equal worth and dignity. As priests, we profess that the call to the priesthood comes from God, only God. Who are we, as men, to say that our call from God is authentic, but God's call to women is not? The exclusion of women from the priesthood is a grave injustice against women, our Church and our loving God who calls both men and women to be priests. 

When there is an injustice, silence is the voice of complicity. My conscience compelled me to break my silence and address the sin of sexism in my Church. My only regret is that it took me so long to confront the issue of male power and domination in the Catholic Church.

I have explained my position on the ordination of women, and how I came to it, in my booklet, My Journey from Silence to Solidarity. Please go to: http://salsa.democracyinaction.org/dia/track.jsp?v=2&c=2fqyZ/3UGxlnRPIIMmz0/2V2zuXxjltO. 

In Solidarity,