The Pharisees get a bad rap in the Gospels! Why, to call someone a Pharisee is almost an insult! The Gospels of John and Matthew, describe them in the most negative terms. Matthew, for example, shows Jesus calling them evil and malicious. Luke’s account is not quite so negative, and Luke even shows Jesus occasionally speaking positively of them. And why not? They were the good people in ancient Israel, the fine, upstanding citizens like ourselves. Even though the Law of Moses was detailed and complicated, the Pharisees did their best to follow its commands. They kept the feasts and fasts. They went regularly to the temple and made the required sacrifices. They bathed and prayed at home. They donated generously to the upkeep of the temple and did their best to associate only with people whose moral standards matched their own. They were probably responsible for the survival of Judaism after the destruction of the temple in 70 AD. They were the good people.
And the Pharisee in the parable Jesus tells in this week’s reading from Luke’s Gospel appears to be better than most. He fasts twice a week, and he tithes all his income, not just what is strictly required. Why is he not a model for all of us good Christians? Perhaps it’s because of the way he prays. He doesn’t really express gratitude to God, does he? Instead, he contemptuously compares himself with others: “I thank you that I am not like other people.” Ironically, of course, he is “like other people,” even though he doesn’t see his resemblance to them. Worse yet, in his “prayer” he goes on to judge others, including the tax collector who has also come to the temple with him. And what does the Pharisee request from God? Nothing! He appears to trust solely in his own ability to follow the commandments and asks nothing of God. He has such a high opinion of himself that he almost has no need of God. He may be righteous, but does he love and trust God? Doubtful.
Does the Pharisee sound like anyone we know? A couple of years ago, a woman began a letter to Dear Abby saying, “I know I am a real catch. But for the life of me, I can’t get a date with the right kind of guy.” She went on to recite all her wonderful traits, then ended her letter complaining, “I’m so sick of meeting creeps. I really want someone in my own league. I’ve been told a thousand times that I’m gorgeous and stunning…. Where are the male equivalents?” Dear Abby’s sage response was, “They died of altitude sickness, trying to climb the pedestal you have placed yourself on…. [T]he sooner you become less preoccupied with your own perfection, the more likely you will meet your male “equivalent.” Of course, that attitude is just Dear Abby! We’ve never felt like that letter writer! Or have we?
And what about the other character in this parable, the tax collector? Tax collectors were really scum in ancient Israel. They were not good people. They followed very few, if any, of the commandments. They collaborated with the hated Roman government. They gouged their own people. They were not people I would want to emulate! However, in contrast to the Pharisee, the tax collector acknowledges his sins. Standing outside the holiest part of the temple, he knows he has not lived up to God’s expectations. In remorse and shame, facing the truth about himself, he beats his breast. And then he does the one right thing: he asks God for something! He asks for God’s mercy and compassion. Unlike the Pharisee, who asked nothing of God, the tax collector asks God for compassion, and, by implication, grace to amend his life. And so, as Jesus tells us, the tax collector in this parable went home “justified,” i.e., in a right relationship with God.
So is the tax collector our spiritual model? I don’t think that Jesus expected his hearers, or that Luke expected his readers, or, by extension us, to adopt a criminal lifestyle, surrender our integrity, or enter a morally dubious occupation, just so that we can be forgiven abundantly by God. As Paul asks in Romans 6, “What shall we say then? Shall we continue in sin, that grace may abound? By no means!” Then should we do nothing but beat up on ourselves, continually acknowledging and bewailing “our manifold sins and wickedness,” denying any good things we have been able to do? Probably not. Rather, we are to acknowledge who we all are before God, that we “all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.” That we are needy, unfinished, imperfect creatures. That we are not self-made, that we cannot trust solely in ourselves if we are to grow spiritually, that we must depend on God to work within us. That if we are to have a right relationship with God, we need God’s help and God’s grace. That we must not close ourselves off from God’s grace by thinking that we don’t need it, but, rather we need to be honest and open about our need for grace to amend our lives and to continue to grow as God’s children. God knows who we are, and God loves us as we are, failings and all. When we acknowledge who we are, then God’s grace can work in us. There is no room for God’s grace, if we don’t think we need it, but when we ask God for grace, as does the tax collector in the parable, then God is more than ready to pour out God’s grace on us.
In Vienna in Austria there is a church in which the former rulers of Austria, the Hapsburgs, are buried. When royal funerals arrived there the mourners would knock at the door of the church to be allowed in. A priest inside would ask “Who is it that desires admission here?” A guard would call out, “His apostolic majesty, the emperor.” The priest would answer, “I don’t know him.” They would knock a second time, and again the priest would ask who was there. The funeral guard outside would announce, “The highest emperor.” A second time the priest would say, “I don’t know him.” A third time they would knock on the door and the priest would ask “Who is it?” The third time the answer would be, “A poor sinner, your brother.”
That, my friends, is what we all are. The truth is that we are probably like both the Pharisee and the tax collector – and both were sinners in their own way. Although we may not reach the level of the writer to Dear Abby, there are probably days when we think we don’t need God. Likewise, there are probably days when we feel our need for God acutely. What we want to do as Christians is, by God’s grace, to move further away from the Pharisee’s self-sufficiency and closer to the tax collector’s acknowledgment of our need for God’s grace. One way to do that is through prayer. Notice, in fact, what both the Pharisee and the tax collector are doing in this parable. They are praying. In fact, it is in prayer that we often come face to face with both truth and grace, the truth about ourselves and the grace of God. Like the tax collector, if we can pray focusing our attention on God rather than on ourselves, God will help us to see ourselves as we truly are, incomplete yet beloved by God, and God will help us to become the people that God wants us to be.
And so we must pray. Certainly, some of our prayer must be corporate prayer. We are surely nourished Sunday by Sunday by the corporate prayers that we offer in the liturgy. But we must also, at some point in our day or week, pray as individuals. In the midst of all our work, family obligations, committee meetings, much-needed rest and recreation, travel, visits with relatives and friends, exercise, we must find that quiet time in the day to encounter God personally. As you know, our church has inherited a rich tradition of contemplative prayer. Lest you think that’s something for only monks and nuns, let me quickly add that contemplative prayer is at its heart simply sitting quietly and opening yourself to God. There are many ways to do this. You can sit in absolute silence, you can meditate on Scripture, you can pray with an icon, you can write in a spiritual journal, you can join me here in this church on Wednesdays at noon and on our Advent quiet day in December . There are also many resources available to help you. What is important is to commit yourself to taking some time to let God speak to you through one or the other of these means. Are you willing to let God speak to you in this way? Can you commit yourself to even ten minutes a day being alone with God in prayer? If you do, I promise you that God will richly bless you in those ten minutes and in the rest of your life.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Bloom Where You are Re-planted
What must it have felt like? Just imagine, all the leaders of your people, the royal family, the political leaders, the artisans and craftsmen, most of the priests and royal spokespeople taken into exile, ripped away from Jerusalem and deported to Babylon. The beautiful temple built by Solomon looted and dismantled. That’s what happened to the people of Judea in 586 B.C. To feel the shock of that event, let’s think about it in our own terms. Suppose that after a failed series of political maneuvers and attempts at alliances, some foreign power invaded the United States, kidnapped the president and first lady, the members of Congress, the governors, the editors of the leading news media, the presidents of the colleges and universities, and the heads of the major manufacturing and financial institutions. Kidnapped them all and took them from Washington to their own capital. And on the way, the armies of this foreign destroyed the White House and the Capitol Building. This is what Jeremiah predicted would happen to the people of Judah, and this is what God allowed to happen. You can imagine that all the deported national leaders felt profound shock. You can bet that they were completely disoriented, that they felt dislocated and completely despondent. And what of those left behind? The peasants and workers, the petty artisans and slaves? What must they have felt? What do we feel when the ground shifts under our feet, and the world as we know it completely disappears?
God allowed all this to happen to the people of Judea, but the Exile was not God’s last word to God’s people. In today’s reading from the writings of the prophet Jeremiah, we get an inkling that there will be more to the story. In the midst of the people’s shock and desolation, God commanded Jeremiah to write a letter to the exiles. In the opening part of this letter, which is omitted from our lection, we learn that one of Jeremiah’s reasons for writing it was to contradict the assurances of the false prophets that the Exiles would return to Jerusalem in a year or two. No, Jeremiah tells them straight out, the Exile will last for a full seventy years – in the ancient world long enough for at least three, perhaps four, generations to be born. What is more important, through Jeremiah God commands the people to settle down in Babylon, to build houses and plant crops, to give their children in marriage so that the community will continue to grow and thrive, and to do good for the city in which they will now live. What is most important, as we hear in the verses immediately following today’s reading, God reminds the people of God’s promise of restoration: when the seventy years are done, “I will fulfill to you my promise and bring your back to this place. For surely I know the plans I have for you … plans for your welfare and not for harm, to give you a future with hope.” Exile is not the last word, says God. But meanwhile, make the best of your circumstances, and “bloom where you are re-planted.”
“Bloom where you are re-planted.” Hai Doo was a refugee from Myanmar. When he arrived in this country, legally, he had virtually nothing. He works in a laundry, and he now owns a home in Phoenix, Arizona. When he first came to Phoenix, he was sure that owning a home was impossible for him. However, matching grants converted his $5,000 in savings into a $24,000 down payment on a house. “I never thought I would get help like this,” he said. We’ve heard a lot in the news about Joe Arpaio, the Maricopa County sheriff who has taken a hard line on undocumented workers in the Phoenix area. However, we have heard almost nothing about the programs in Maricopa County that have welcomed people like Hai Doo. Hai Doo is only one of a long list of people supported by both the federal and the state government, who have been able to settle down and begin rebuilding their shattered lives. The list includes refugees not only from Myanmar, but also from Bosnia and Kosovo, who came in the early 1990s, and more recently from Iraq, Sudan, Somalia, Bhutan, Burundi, Ethiopia, and China. Despite the dislocation of leaving their homelands, almost always in the midst of civil war, despite the change in climate, language, economy, and culture, these refugee communities have begun to flourish. Like many other dislocated communities, they have put down roots in the U.S., begun to regrow their families, and even begun to give back to the cities that have helped them. Like the exiled Judeans, they have heard a word of promise and taken heart. They have begun to bloom where they are now planted.
Where are we? Are we in exile? Sometimes, as I walk around this church, I feel as if we think we are. For sure we’re no longer living in the church of the 1960s and ‘70s. The pictures in the hallway celebrate that time and earlier, when children filled the classrooms, sang in the children’s choir, and trained to be acolytes. Adult choir members filled the choir pews. Teens came for youth group, and everyone enjoyed ice cream socials, picnics, and summer camp. There were plenty of workers for rummage sales and covered-dish suppers. It was a great time to be the Episcopal Church – or so we thought. Friends, the sad truth is that the world of those photographs is a vanished world, behind us just as surely as high-button shoes and buggy whips. We need only look around us to know that we are no longer living in that world and will not live in it again, or at least for a long time. Every conceivable activity from sports, to shopping, to entertainment, to school competes with church. There’s no such thing as the Sabbath – we live in a 24/7 world. New communications media enrich – or harm – our lives. Meanwhile, here at St. Peter’s, like many congregations, we have young families and retirees, but no teens, and we have few adults between forty and sixty. As elsewhere, our attendance and pledges are down, from even the 1980s, our choirs have hung up their vestments, and the ECW is the only church group that regularly meets. At a time when many congregations are joining clusters or sharing clergy, you have gone out on a limb to call a full-time priest – at least for now.
So is this God’s last word to us? Are we to remain dispirited and dislocated exiles? Not if we believe what God said to the Judean exiles through Jeremiah. Like them, we too have God’s promise: “I will fulfill to you my promise…. For surely I know the plans I have for you … plans for your welfare and not for harm, to give you a future with hope.” I myself truly believe that the Holy Spirit is doing a new thing in our churches. We cannot yet see what shape that new thing will take. But we have God’s promise. With God’s promise in mind, while we wait for God’s will to be revealed, for St. Peter’s and for the Episcopal Church and other churches, we do so with hope. We continue to be faithful. We do the best we can, where we are, not where we wish we were. We adapt to new circumstances. We bloom where are re-planted.
What is most important, we hear God’s command to grow. If we believe God’s promises, then we consciously commit ourselves to doing everything we possibly can to reach out to others and to make St. Peter’s a truly welcoming, inviting, and inclusive community. For all of us commitment to growth means continuing to deepen our own relationship with Jesus, continuing to grow as his disciples through commitment to the disciplines, of prayer, study, worship, and giving of self and resources, in other words, as I told the confirmands on Wednesday evening, committing to a rule of life. For all of us, commitment to growth also means taking the needs of our wider community seriously and engaging in ministry that meets the needs of that community. Yesterday at Mountain Grace, we heard about the needs of the younger generation in this region and about ways some churches are reaching out to younger people. My imagination was stimulated, as I’d guess Carolyn Cogar’s and Anne Cappelletti’s were too. Commitment to growth also means experimenting with new ways of worship at new times, perhaps also with new forms of learning. Commitment to growth means making the activities of this parish known to a wider audience through diverse media. Commitment to growth, as Tom Ehrich keeps telling us, may even mean thinking like a marketer – however much we may believe that you can’t say “church” and “marketing” in the same sentence. And, most important, commitment to growth means personally inviting friends, neighbors, and relatives, to join us in any of our activities – or starting new activities that may be attractive to others.
Are we up to the charge? Do we hear God’s command to bloom in this new world where we are re-planted? Do we believe God’s promises? Are we ready to our part? With all my heart, I pray so.
God allowed all this to happen to the people of Judea, but the Exile was not God’s last word to God’s people. In today’s reading from the writings of the prophet Jeremiah, we get an inkling that there will be more to the story. In the midst of the people’s shock and desolation, God commanded Jeremiah to write a letter to the exiles. In the opening part of this letter, which is omitted from our lection, we learn that one of Jeremiah’s reasons for writing it was to contradict the assurances of the false prophets that the Exiles would return to Jerusalem in a year or two. No, Jeremiah tells them straight out, the Exile will last for a full seventy years – in the ancient world long enough for at least three, perhaps four, generations to be born. What is more important, through Jeremiah God commands the people to settle down in Babylon, to build houses and plant crops, to give their children in marriage so that the community will continue to grow and thrive, and to do good for the city in which they will now live. What is most important, as we hear in the verses immediately following today’s reading, God reminds the people of God’s promise of restoration: when the seventy years are done, “I will fulfill to you my promise and bring your back to this place. For surely I know the plans I have for you … plans for your welfare and not for harm, to give you a future with hope.” Exile is not the last word, says God. But meanwhile, make the best of your circumstances, and “bloom where you are re-planted.”
“Bloom where you are re-planted.” Hai Doo was a refugee from Myanmar. When he arrived in this country, legally, he had virtually nothing. He works in a laundry, and he now owns a home in Phoenix, Arizona. When he first came to Phoenix, he was sure that owning a home was impossible for him. However, matching grants converted his $5,000 in savings into a $24,000 down payment on a house. “I never thought I would get help like this,” he said. We’ve heard a lot in the news about Joe Arpaio, the Maricopa County sheriff who has taken a hard line on undocumented workers in the Phoenix area. However, we have heard almost nothing about the programs in Maricopa County that have welcomed people like Hai Doo. Hai Doo is only one of a long list of people supported by both the federal and the state government, who have been able to settle down and begin rebuilding their shattered lives. The list includes refugees not only from Myanmar, but also from Bosnia and Kosovo, who came in the early 1990s, and more recently from Iraq, Sudan, Somalia, Bhutan, Burundi, Ethiopia, and China. Despite the dislocation of leaving their homelands, almost always in the midst of civil war, despite the change in climate, language, economy, and culture, these refugee communities have begun to flourish. Like many other dislocated communities, they have put down roots in the U.S., begun to regrow their families, and even begun to give back to the cities that have helped them. Like the exiled Judeans, they have heard a word of promise and taken heart. They have begun to bloom where they are now planted.
Where are we? Are we in exile? Sometimes, as I walk around this church, I feel as if we think we are. For sure we’re no longer living in the church of the 1960s and ‘70s. The pictures in the hallway celebrate that time and earlier, when children filled the classrooms, sang in the children’s choir, and trained to be acolytes. Adult choir members filled the choir pews. Teens came for youth group, and everyone enjoyed ice cream socials, picnics, and summer camp. There were plenty of workers for rummage sales and covered-dish suppers. It was a great time to be the Episcopal Church – or so we thought. Friends, the sad truth is that the world of those photographs is a vanished world, behind us just as surely as high-button shoes and buggy whips. We need only look around us to know that we are no longer living in that world and will not live in it again, or at least for a long time. Every conceivable activity from sports, to shopping, to entertainment, to school competes with church. There’s no such thing as the Sabbath – we live in a 24/7 world. New communications media enrich – or harm – our lives. Meanwhile, here at St. Peter’s, like many congregations, we have young families and retirees, but no teens, and we have few adults between forty and sixty. As elsewhere, our attendance and pledges are down, from even the 1980s, our choirs have hung up their vestments, and the ECW is the only church group that regularly meets. At a time when many congregations are joining clusters or sharing clergy, you have gone out on a limb to call a full-time priest – at least for now.
So is this God’s last word to us? Are we to remain dispirited and dislocated exiles? Not if we believe what God said to the Judean exiles through Jeremiah. Like them, we too have God’s promise: “I will fulfill to you my promise…. For surely I know the plans I have for you … plans for your welfare and not for harm, to give you a future with hope.” I myself truly believe that the Holy Spirit is doing a new thing in our churches. We cannot yet see what shape that new thing will take. But we have God’s promise. With God’s promise in mind, while we wait for God’s will to be revealed, for St. Peter’s and for the Episcopal Church and other churches, we do so with hope. We continue to be faithful. We do the best we can, where we are, not where we wish we were. We adapt to new circumstances. We bloom where are re-planted.
What is most important, we hear God’s command to grow. If we believe God’s promises, then we consciously commit ourselves to doing everything we possibly can to reach out to others and to make St. Peter’s a truly welcoming, inviting, and inclusive community. For all of us commitment to growth means continuing to deepen our own relationship with Jesus, continuing to grow as his disciples through commitment to the disciplines, of prayer, study, worship, and giving of self and resources, in other words, as I told the confirmands on Wednesday evening, committing to a rule of life. For all of us, commitment to growth also means taking the needs of our wider community seriously and engaging in ministry that meets the needs of that community. Yesterday at Mountain Grace, we heard about the needs of the younger generation in this region and about ways some churches are reaching out to younger people. My imagination was stimulated, as I’d guess Carolyn Cogar’s and Anne Cappelletti’s were too. Commitment to growth also means experimenting with new ways of worship at new times, perhaps also with new forms of learning. Commitment to growth means making the activities of this parish known to a wider audience through diverse media. Commitment to growth, as Tom Ehrich keeps telling us, may even mean thinking like a marketer – however much we may believe that you can’t say “church” and “marketing” in the same sentence. And, most important, commitment to growth means personally inviting friends, neighbors, and relatives, to join us in any of our activities – or starting new activities that may be attractive to others.
Are we up to the charge? Do we hear God’s command to bloom in this new world where we are re-planted? Do we believe God’s promises? Are we ready to our part? With all my heart, I pray so.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
If You Had Faith....
“If you had faith the size of a mustard seed, you could say to this mulberry tree, ‘Be uprooted and planted in the sea,’ and it would obey you.”
Why are you sitting in this church? Are you here out of custom or habit? Or do you hunger for the nourishment of God’s word and sacraments? What do you seek? More to the point, what does Jesus expect of you? If you’re here, sitting in this church, then perhaps you’ve already made some commitment to being one of Jesus’ disciples. If that weren’t the case you’d be home enjoying your coffee and Sunday paper. Even so, if we believe we’re trying to follow Jesus, then it’s not hard to wonder what true discipleship really entails. Even we long-time Episcopalians sometimes feel as clueless as the disciples in Luke’s Gospel seem to be.
For the last three months we’ve been on the road with Jesus, heading for Jerusalem and the inevitable conflict there. Along the way, Jesus has been offering the disciples, the Pharisees, the crowds, and, by extension, us glimpses of what discipleship involves. What have we learned so far? Through the story of the Good Samaritan we’ve learned that when we’ve landed in the ditch, God comes to our aid, often through people very different from us in social class or ethnicity. When Jesus visited the home of Martha and Mary, we learned that deepening our relationship with Jesus supersedes all personal and social obligations. Through watching Jesus heal on the Sabbath, we learned the importance of doing good to others even when the need to act violates community or liturgical boundaries. We’ve learned about the need for humility. We’ve been reminded that when we’ve gone astray God actively seeks us out. Last week we were warned of our obligation to take care of the needs of the poor in this life while we still can. In the verse immediately preceding today’s lesson, Jesus tells the disciples that they must forgive others as much as seven times a day! What? No wonder the disciples feel overwhelmed! Perhaps we do too, when we consider all that the Lord seems to want from us.
So the disciples ask Jesus to “increase” their faith. Perhaps they assume that they need more faith in order to live up to Jesus’ demands. But Jesus shatters their assumptions. I’m not talking about quantity of faith, he tells them. With even the smallest amount of real faith, with faith equal to a barely visible mustard seed, you can do anything that God calls you to do. You can be a full disciple, you can accomplish great things for God. All that’s needed is that you rely on God’s grace and not on your own powers. Certainly it’s human to fear that we’re only very limited beings. And often we let our fear excuse us from moving beyond “we’ve always done it this way.” Jesus doesn’t care about whether we think we have enough faith or not. He wants us to stop being concerned about ourselves and turn to God, whose Spirit is already in us producing the faith that we do have, the faith that drew you here today. Jesus offers the strongest possible assurance that whether we have enough faith for the life of discipleship is immaterial. If we trust God and share God’s love for us with others God will enable us to be the faithful disciples God has called us to be.
What might such a life of trust in God’s power look like? Tomorrow the church remembers Francis of Assisi. This afternoon we will bless animals in his name. Francis was born in 1181, one of seven children of a rich Italian cloth merchant. As a young man Francis was fond of wandering minstrels, bright clothing, rich friends, and worldly pleasures. At the age of 20, he joined a military expedition, was taken prisoner, and possibly experienced a spiritual conversion during his imprisonment. He began seriously to talk about betrothal to “lady poverty,” and repeatedly asked God for enlightenment. After a pilgrimage to Rome he had a vision of Jesus in the Church of San Damiano just outside Assisi, in which the icon of Christ crucified told him, “Francis, Francis, go and repair my house which, as you can see, is falling into ruins.” Thinking this meant the ruined church in which he was praying, he sold some of his father’s cloth and gave it to the local priest for the repairs. When his father repeatedly tried to draw Francis away from service to the poor and back into the family’s commercial life, Francis publicly renounced his father and his patrimony, even stripping off the clothes from his father’s house. After living for a time as a beggar, Francis heard a sermon on Matthew 10:9, in which Jesus instructed his disciples to go forth without any money or baggage to proclaim the nearness of the Kingdom of Heaven. Francis committed himself right there to a life of poverty and preaching. Within a year, Francis had 11 followers all dedicated to his vision of absolute poverty. Francis was moved to create an order of “Friars Minor,” i.e., brothers who would not be priests but would be committed to evangelism and living a simple communal life. In 1209 Clare of Assisi and her brother Rufino heard Francis preach and realized their own calling. In 1211, Francis received Clare, and the Order of Poor Clares for women was established. By God’s grace, the Franciscan order began to grow, and its final rule of was approved by the Pope in 1223. As he was praying in his mountain retreat on or about September 14, 1224, the Feast of the Holy Cross, Francis had another vision and received the stigmata, i.e., wounds in his hands and feet that correspond to Jesus’ crucifixion wounds. Suffering from the stigmata and from an eye disease, his body weakened by years of hard work and travel, Francis’s health began to decline. He died on the evening of October 3, 1226, at the age of only 45.
Stories of Francis’s deep faith and trust in God abound. Perhaps you’ve seen a collection of legends and folklore about him called “The Little Flowers of Saint Francis.” Many of these stories deal with his love for animals. On one journey, for example, it is said that he stopped in a forest grove and told his companions to “wait for me while I go preach to my sisters the birds.” The birds surrounded him, drawn by the power of his voice, and all stayed to listen. In another legend, Francis was said to have persuaded a wolf to stop ravaging the livestock of a village. Throughout his life of charity and poverty, Francis had a great love for all of the natural world. He preached to all, both humans and animals, of the universal ability of all creatures to praise God and of the human duty to protect and enjoy nature as both protectors and members of God’s creation. Having renounced by faith in God’s promises the inheritance of a cloth merchant’s son and having courageously embraced the life of poverty to which God had called him, Francis left the church a rich legacy of numerous communities dedicated to his ideals.
What does such a life of trust in God’s power look like in the 21st century? In addition to communities of monks and nuns, Francis’s legacy also continues to flourish among lay people. Anglicans and Episcopalians, for example, can join the Third Order of the Society of St. Francis, whose members live by Francis’s rule of evangelism and the simple life while maintaining their secular vocations. If you would like to see some examples closer to home of folks working together and faithfully following God’s lead in serving others, I invite you to come to Mountain Grace this coming Saturday. There you will hear about the Common Friars, an intentional community created by Paul Clever at the Good Earth Mission Farm in Athens and about Jonathan Youngman’s urban Jezreel Community. You can hear Harry Chase describe how the Maple Tree Learning Center reaches out to lower income families in the Appalachian region of Tennessee. If that’s not enough, you can hear about Academic Day Camps in Charleston, WV and about summer reading camps in our own diocese. Would you like to screw up your courage and put together a mission trip? Gordon Brewer, a deacon in the Diocese of East Tennessee, will tell you how. Would you like to be greener? Let Frank Edmands, a priest in this diocese, lead you into a deeper awareness of environmental issues for churches.
All of these people and many others model for us the life of faithful discipleship. Most of them probably started with less than a mustard seed’s worth of faith, but all of them let God lead them along the path that God had marked out for them. We thank God for their faith and their ministries. We thank God for the witness of Francis of Assisi. We also thank God for our own faith, the faith that has drawn into this church today. Trusting God, we step out in faith to do the great things that God will do as God works through us.
Why are you sitting in this church? Are you here out of custom or habit? Or do you hunger for the nourishment of God’s word and sacraments? What do you seek? More to the point, what does Jesus expect of you? If you’re here, sitting in this church, then perhaps you’ve already made some commitment to being one of Jesus’ disciples. If that weren’t the case you’d be home enjoying your coffee and Sunday paper. Even so, if we believe we’re trying to follow Jesus, then it’s not hard to wonder what true discipleship really entails. Even we long-time Episcopalians sometimes feel as clueless as the disciples in Luke’s Gospel seem to be.
For the last three months we’ve been on the road with Jesus, heading for Jerusalem and the inevitable conflict there. Along the way, Jesus has been offering the disciples, the Pharisees, the crowds, and, by extension, us glimpses of what discipleship involves. What have we learned so far? Through the story of the Good Samaritan we’ve learned that when we’ve landed in the ditch, God comes to our aid, often through people very different from us in social class or ethnicity. When Jesus visited the home of Martha and Mary, we learned that deepening our relationship with Jesus supersedes all personal and social obligations. Through watching Jesus heal on the Sabbath, we learned the importance of doing good to others even when the need to act violates community or liturgical boundaries. We’ve learned about the need for humility. We’ve been reminded that when we’ve gone astray God actively seeks us out. Last week we were warned of our obligation to take care of the needs of the poor in this life while we still can. In the verse immediately preceding today’s lesson, Jesus tells the disciples that they must forgive others as much as seven times a day! What? No wonder the disciples feel overwhelmed! Perhaps we do too, when we consider all that the Lord seems to want from us.
So the disciples ask Jesus to “increase” their faith. Perhaps they assume that they need more faith in order to live up to Jesus’ demands. But Jesus shatters their assumptions. I’m not talking about quantity of faith, he tells them. With even the smallest amount of real faith, with faith equal to a barely visible mustard seed, you can do anything that God calls you to do. You can be a full disciple, you can accomplish great things for God. All that’s needed is that you rely on God’s grace and not on your own powers. Certainly it’s human to fear that we’re only very limited beings. And often we let our fear excuse us from moving beyond “we’ve always done it this way.” Jesus doesn’t care about whether we think we have enough faith or not. He wants us to stop being concerned about ourselves and turn to God, whose Spirit is already in us producing the faith that we do have, the faith that drew you here today. Jesus offers the strongest possible assurance that whether we have enough faith for the life of discipleship is immaterial. If we trust God and share God’s love for us with others God will enable us to be the faithful disciples God has called us to be.
What might such a life of trust in God’s power look like? Tomorrow the church remembers Francis of Assisi. This afternoon we will bless animals in his name. Francis was born in 1181, one of seven children of a rich Italian cloth merchant. As a young man Francis was fond of wandering minstrels, bright clothing, rich friends, and worldly pleasures. At the age of 20, he joined a military expedition, was taken prisoner, and possibly experienced a spiritual conversion during his imprisonment. He began seriously to talk about betrothal to “lady poverty,” and repeatedly asked God for enlightenment. After a pilgrimage to Rome he had a vision of Jesus in the Church of San Damiano just outside Assisi, in which the icon of Christ crucified told him, “Francis, Francis, go and repair my house which, as you can see, is falling into ruins.” Thinking this meant the ruined church in which he was praying, he sold some of his father’s cloth and gave it to the local priest for the repairs. When his father repeatedly tried to draw Francis away from service to the poor and back into the family’s commercial life, Francis publicly renounced his father and his patrimony, even stripping off the clothes from his father’s house. After living for a time as a beggar, Francis heard a sermon on Matthew 10:9, in which Jesus instructed his disciples to go forth without any money or baggage to proclaim the nearness of the Kingdom of Heaven. Francis committed himself right there to a life of poverty and preaching. Within a year, Francis had 11 followers all dedicated to his vision of absolute poverty. Francis was moved to create an order of “Friars Minor,” i.e., brothers who would not be priests but would be committed to evangelism and living a simple communal life. In 1209 Clare of Assisi and her brother Rufino heard Francis preach and realized their own calling. In 1211, Francis received Clare, and the Order of Poor Clares for women was established. By God’s grace, the Franciscan order began to grow, and its final rule of was approved by the Pope in 1223. As he was praying in his mountain retreat on or about September 14, 1224, the Feast of the Holy Cross, Francis had another vision and received the stigmata, i.e., wounds in his hands and feet that correspond to Jesus’ crucifixion wounds. Suffering from the stigmata and from an eye disease, his body weakened by years of hard work and travel, Francis’s health began to decline. He died on the evening of October 3, 1226, at the age of only 45.
Stories of Francis’s deep faith and trust in God abound. Perhaps you’ve seen a collection of legends and folklore about him called “The Little Flowers of Saint Francis.” Many of these stories deal with his love for animals. On one journey, for example, it is said that he stopped in a forest grove and told his companions to “wait for me while I go preach to my sisters the birds.” The birds surrounded him, drawn by the power of his voice, and all stayed to listen. In another legend, Francis was said to have persuaded a wolf to stop ravaging the livestock of a village. Throughout his life of charity and poverty, Francis had a great love for all of the natural world. He preached to all, both humans and animals, of the universal ability of all creatures to praise God and of the human duty to protect and enjoy nature as both protectors and members of God’s creation. Having renounced by faith in God’s promises the inheritance of a cloth merchant’s son and having courageously embraced the life of poverty to which God had called him, Francis left the church a rich legacy of numerous communities dedicated to his ideals.
What does such a life of trust in God’s power look like in the 21st century? In addition to communities of monks and nuns, Francis’s legacy also continues to flourish among lay people. Anglicans and Episcopalians, for example, can join the Third Order of the Society of St. Francis, whose members live by Francis’s rule of evangelism and the simple life while maintaining their secular vocations. If you would like to see some examples closer to home of folks working together and faithfully following God’s lead in serving others, I invite you to come to Mountain Grace this coming Saturday. There you will hear about the Common Friars, an intentional community created by Paul Clever at the Good Earth Mission Farm in Athens and about Jonathan Youngman’s urban Jezreel Community. You can hear Harry Chase describe how the Maple Tree Learning Center reaches out to lower income families in the Appalachian region of Tennessee. If that’s not enough, you can hear about Academic Day Camps in Charleston, WV and about summer reading camps in our own diocese. Would you like to screw up your courage and put together a mission trip? Gordon Brewer, a deacon in the Diocese of East Tennessee, will tell you how. Would you like to be greener? Let Frank Edmands, a priest in this diocese, lead you into a deeper awareness of environmental issues for churches.
All of these people and many others model for us the life of faithful discipleship. Most of them probably started with less than a mustard seed’s worth of faith, but all of them let God lead them along the path that God had marked out for them. We thank God for their faith and their ministries. We thank God for the witness of Francis of Assisi. We also thank God for our own faith, the faith that has drawn into this church today. Trusting God, we step out in faith to do the great things that God will do as God works through us.
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