Sunday, July 20, 2014

A Poem about Jacob and Thoughts for the Sixth Sunday after Pentecost

St. Aidan's Episcopal Church
Alexndria, Virginia
July 20, 2014

Angels and Ladders
July 20 for a sermon at St. Aidan’s

So, Jacob had a dream.
Everyone has dreams. 
But Jacob’s dream?
Who gets angels and ladders from heaven in their dreams?

I get that hooded stranger….lurking.
I get faces.  
Examining faces, hungry faces, 
unknown faces I think I might have seen somewhere but can’t quite place, 
all pressed against the windows of my little house. 
Wanting something.

I wake up with, “Oh my God, what was that?”
Jacob wakes up with, Oh my God…..that was….(gasp)”

Angels and ladders.
Who gets angels and ladders in their dreams?

And God?  
Who gets an audience with God in their dreams?
I get a fat baptist preacher.  
I’m riding my my bicycle past an old girlfriend’s beat up Datsun convertible which is sitting on blocks in the middle of a field.  
The preacher is sitting on my handlebars, riding along as I pedal down the road.  
A fat baptist preacher is not God.

Jacob gets angel choruses and heavenly hosts, all assembled for his benefit.
A grand liturgical production.
I get showing up for my ordination 
an hour late 
only to find that everyone’s gone home except the bishop.
And yes…….I am naked.

And it’s not just angels and ladders and God. 
Jacob gets a look at the plan.
Who gets to know what it’s all about?
Who gets that?
All those details, the promises, all that information
bright future all spelled out so clearly.
I, sometimes, get brilliant insights that expand my heart with hope…..and then 
disappear around the corner of consciousness with a quick, backward-looking wink 
and a wide grin to say, 
“Ha! You missed me again.”  

And maybe the hardest part is this.
Maybe the hardest part is this…..
All over the world this morning, 
in churches from Poughkeepsie to Paris 
preachers are explaining to their congregations 
exactly what Jacob’s dream was all about.  
Cherubim, seraphim, celestial light.  
With carefully drawn verbal lines and arrows, 
with references to ancient Hebrew, Aramaic, Ugaritic maybe, they go on.
The world is filled with experts, 
eager to explain the meaning of Jacob’s dream.  

With me it’s, 
“Hi John.  Good to see you.”  
“How’s the week been.”
“Any dreams?”
“Yes?”
“Really.”  
“Interesting.”  
“Oh, I don’t know John, it’s your dream.”  
“What do you think it means?”

Maybe I’m just not ready for angels and ladders.  
Not ready for the big picture.

I don’t mean to sound ungrateful for the little hints.
Maybe glimpses, puzzles and on-going projects are the better way.
It is kind of fascinating, really, 
mining the night for what we have probably known forever and have only just forgotten. 

Honestly.  It’s not so bad.

Sometimes there are smiles 
and jokes 
and old friends, 
and green fields stretching toward forever.  
Sometimes I can fly.  
And streams run there, streams that flow up and down over hills.  
How can they do that?   

Maybe I have seen an angel. 
Maybe a footprint in the morning of that ladder
pressed into the sod outside my door. 

It’s the little sparks that make me wish for Jacob’s fireworks
that leave me hoping there is more.
Knowing there must be more.

I will lay my head upon a feather pillow tonight 
and pull its cool softness up around my face. 
I will close my eyes…

and maybe, just maybe dream of Jacob, 
whose pillow was a stone.  JB




I’ve been interested in dreams for a long time.  If you had asked me a few years ago about my spiritual director, who it is who helps shepherd my soul, I would have told you about a friend, a Jungian analyst who helped me with my inner path for many years.  I still see her once in a while, and she always greets me with the same question, “any dreams?”

My interest in the Jacob and Esau story began long before I had started working in my own dreams, probably before I knew that Jung was pronounced with a “Y” and not a “J” sound.  I was intrigued by Jacob who struggled with a part of himself from which he had been separated since birth.  Even before I had any concept of the shadow self, I was drawn to this Father of many nations who ran in fear from the wildness of his red, hairy brother to travel an event-filled road that would eventually bring them back together.  I think I sensed that such an arc might have something to do with my life.

The theme of estrangement and the journey toward reunion runs through all of our stories.   It is the journey from that trouble in the garden at the beginning of our scriptures to the great gathering around the heavenly throne at the end.  It is the journey of Israel through the desert and of Israel into and out of exile.  It is the path of the prodigal son.  

I love the dreams in the Jacob and Esau saga because they spell out that the journey from separation to reunion has to do with an inner journey.  
We don’t always speak about our inner work, maybe because we are all still daunted by the scope of the project, I know that is true for me, but that good work is the stuff of life.  We have pointed our telescopes at the sky and numbered and mapped the stars….our inner worlds are still a mystery to us, as ripe for the instruction of powerful stories and myths as the constellations once were.  Becoming our best possible selves is what we were put here to do.  The longer I live in this tradition of ours, the more I realize that it has little to do with belief.  Believing/offering our hearts is just the beginning of walking this way of ours.  The real work comes into focus as we learn to listen to that inner teacher who speaks to us in ritual, in our dreams and quiet moments, and in rich, symbolic stories like this story of Jacob and his angels. 

The Jacob and Esau story is not always pretty.  It begins in selfishness and greed and deception, and moves through fear and struggle.  Maybe that is why I find it compelling. Like any good story, it moves……from its very human beginning…..through the fear….through the struggles….toward its resolution.  It is that ending, I think, that first drew me to the story for it is the ending that gives us courage, that turns all the rest into promise.  We get the Jacob story for four weeks this year, but we don’t get the best part.  Let tell you how it all turns out.  After a lifetime of running in fear from his brother, after all his dreams and adventures, this is what we hear…….
The messengers returned to Jacob, saying, “We came to your brother Esau, the one who promised to kill you, and he is coming to meet you, and four hundred men are with him.” Then Jacob was greatly afraid and distressed;……  And Jacob divided his family and his herds so some part of what he had might be saved, and then Jacob went out to meet Esau.  But Esau ran to meet him, and embraced him, and fell on his neck and kissed him, and they wept.
Tears, reconciliation, the healing of what was broken, rejoicing, surely these are the hope of all our best stories.  Surely that is what is meant by salvation.  It is certainly my favorite part of this story.  

And you know…. as I think about it now, maybe this story is one of those ladders into heaven we heard about.  Maybe it is in stories faithfully lived to their finish that we hear the angels.
Who gets angels and ladders?
Maybe everyone does.
  JB




Sunday, April 20, 2014

A Sermon for Easter

St. Aidan's Episcopal Church
Alexandria, Virginia
April 20, 2014

John 20:1-18

Alleluia, Christ is Risen!
The Lord is risen indeed!

Really?  What exactly do you mean by that?  Are you sure?  Would the people around you agree with your take on what this day is about?  Of course, I’m just tossing those questions out there so we can all acknowledge that they’re in the room today.  I’m not really asking them.  If there is any day in the Church year when you shouldn’t have to worry about believing the wrong thing, or not believing enough, it is Easter Sunday.  When it comes to Easter, we are all in the same boat, floating on a sea of tradition and mystery whose changing surface reveals only some of the great depth beneath us.  Consider the story we just heard.  

In this story, Mary and Peter and the beloved disciple all go running out to see what has happened.  The three who went to the tomb each approached the tomb in their own way.  One ran eagerly and got there first but didn’t go in.  Peter, as soon as he arrived, went inside.  Mary waited outside.  That first disciple looked into the tomb and saw the linen wrappings.  Mary looked into the tomb and saw angels, but it took her while and she needed some help to recognize Jesus when he showed up.  We are told the one who arrived first eventually did go in, and upon entering, saw and believed, “for as yet, he did not understand.”  What an interesting little snippet about understanding and belief.  Does understanding make belief difficult?  Are they opposed?  Do they come at different times?   Apparently you can have one without the other.  This is a wildly inclusive story.  There is something in this story for everyone.  

Maybe you saw the Washington Post yesterday and the articles in the B section on faith, one article about belief in the resurrection and one by Sally Quinn on belief in God.  The article on the resurrection quoted a James Martin, a Jesuit priest and author who said belief in the actual physical resurrection of the body is essential, that there can be no Christianity without that core belief.  That same article quoted the retired Episcopal bishop, Jack Spong, who has been writing and teaching for years that it is quite possible to be a faithful Christian and understand the resurrection in a metaphorical way.  He says “Jesus was raised back into the life of God……and it was out of this, not his body, that his presence was manifested to certain witnesses.”   Sally Quinn who writes regularly in the Post on faith and religion says she used to consider herself an atheist, but no longer does.  Speaking about her belief in the resurrection, she says simply, “I don’t know.”  

Here again is a group of people with different experiences, different backgrounds and upbringings, people each with their own temperament and ways of perceiving the world, all looking into the empty tomb and seeing something different.  There is something in this story for everyone.  

The disciples went looking for Jesus.  I recommend that, looking for Jesus.  That was the beginning for them of experiencing him in a new way.  And they even looked for Jesus in different ways, some rushing in hopeful, some holding back, maybe not wanting to be taken in by some kind of hoax.  They each approached the story in their own way.  They did not all have the same experience.  And, they all became part of the story.  

This story only gets better with more perspectives and more voices.   Jesus can come to life in some new way for us as we receive the version of the story only our neighbor could tell, or only our friend, or even that person over there whose version of the story seems so different from our own.  Remember, another part of this story-for-everyone today is the part where Mary has to come to terms with a new Jesus, one she didn’t even recognize though she had loved him as much as anyone.  The Jesus she had known died, and the Jesus who came to life in his place kind of was and kind of wasn’t that same Jesus.  He became new to her.  New for her.  

It can happen that way with us.  It has happened that way with me.  There have been times when the Jesus I have known has faded, died even, and been replaced by a Jesus who is new for me in some important way.  

I was eating breakfast with some clergy friends the other day, and the priest next to me asked me something about the atonement…..(yes, we do sometimes talk such heady subjects over breakfast.  Pray for us.)    Anyway, I told my friend that I didn’t have much use for the doctrine of atonement any more and he asked me how I could call myself a Christian and say such a thing.  I have practiced the answer for that sort  of question, so I just smiled an told him I was baptized and I loved Jesus and I figured that was enough.  “Love Jesus?!” he asked.  “What?”  I do confess that I probably enjoy those little exchanges a bit more than I should.

I haven’t always been able to say I loved Jesus.  A few months ago I began meeting with a spiritual director, something I haven’t done in several years.  I had trouble finding someone I thought could put up with my spiritual vicissitudes.  A few weeks ago, she asked me how I imagined God and as I tried to explain, without noticing, I began to talk about Jesus.  She pointed out the shift and asked me about it and I said I was a little surprised too.  I told her that most of my life I hadn’t been very comfortable talking about Jesus.  I had wanted to be a priest because I loved God, but I had been raised around people who spoke of Jesus often, and in ways that made me not want to be among them.  I told her that only in the last ten years or so, and only by consciously working on it had I been able to begin to imagine the God I love and talk to regularly as Jesus.  That it had been a real shift. 

She asked me why I had wanted to make that shift.  I told her I figured it was my job to talk about Jesus and I should probably learn to do it.  She too is a parish priest, she laughed and said, “if our parishioners only knew.”   I have to tell you, there have been times in my life when I was afraid my belief in Jesus wasn’t certain enough, or I didn’t believe deeply enough, or that I didn’t believe the right things about Jesus.  There is nothing like a bit of accepting laughter to scatter the clouds of that kind of self doubt.  It is even more recently that I have learned that worrying about the quality of my faith has always had more to do with doubting myself than with doubting God.  

I am here this morning to tell you the good news about the resurrection.  I’m here to tell you about Jesus coming back from the dead.  I know there are probably as many takes on what those words mean as there are people in this room.  I can only attest to what I have experienced.  Jesus has become new for me many times.  I have, once or twice, thought Jesus was gone, dead, only to find myself recognizing him in a new form and with a new face, familiar, but still new.  I don’t understand that process.  I’m sure it has much to do with me and what I am open to at different times in my life, and I am also becoming more convinced that it has to do with this God-as-companion that I have finally learned to call Jesus.  One of the new faces of Jesus coming into focus for me is that of trusted guide. 

My message today is that Jesus, even though he may seem, dead and gone, can……does rise again, not just in ancient story, but in the lives of people like you and me. May it be so for all of us in this Easter season.  Amen

JB

Monday, March 10, 2014

Readings for the Last Sunday in Epiphany

Sermon for the Last Sunday in Epiphany

So, here’s the question.  Raise your hands. 
Is the world getting better? 
Worse?  
Can’t tell?

That’s kind of what I thought.  More of us in the middle.  Some days it is not that hard to believe that things are getting better.  Like novocain.  Any time I m getting dental work, I am thankful that I don’t live in the days before novocain.  Surely the world is getting better.  When I hear about the amazing work being done around the world by people like Bill Gates, I have hope for humanity.  We live in a time of easy and instant communication, so we know about situations and people no one had heard of just a hundred years ago.  We are able to care about those situations and respond in ways never possible before.  But, that same communication sometimes brings us an overwhelming volume of hard news that can leave us thinking humanity must be coming apart. Wars, famine, disease, displaced populations.  No wonder we are not all of one mind about whether the world is getting better.

Now you know me, and the one overarching theme I come back to again and again, about how you don’t have to believe all the Church’s stories in order to participate in the faith community.  If you want to be here, then you belong.  I believe that and say it all the time. I’ve told people they don’t have to believe anything if they are having trouble with belief.  Just show up.  Well I think I’ve changed my mind on that.  I think there is one thing we do need to believe.  Christians don’t have to believe Jesus walked on water, but we had better believe the world in which we live can be improved, can more clearly reflect the kingdom of God.  

I’ve come to this understanding, in part, because of a little passage I ran across recently in John Crossan’s latest book on the parables of Jesus.  In one chapter, he compares Jesus’ method and agenda with those of John the baptist.  Crossan says Jesus refined his message in response to what he saw John doing.  He says John told the people who came out to see him that the kingdom of God would arrive soon, that it’s coming would be violent, as in “who told you to flee from the wrath to come?” and it would be brought about by God alone.  Jesus, on the other hand, said the kingdom of God is here now, it is non-violent, and making the kingdom known and visible in the world is a collaborative effort.  It was that last part, about the collaborative effort that made me take a new look at the two Moses-up-the-mountain stories we have today.  Yes, two Moses stories.  The first one, of course, is from Exodus, and the second one is the transfiguration story as told by Matthew who certainly wants us to know that Jesus is the new Moses, come to lead the people to a new promised land.  

In the Exodus story, what you need to know is that a few verses before what we read today, God tells Moses to come up the mountain to see him, but to come into his presence alone.  All by himself.  You may remember that while Moses is up the mountain, Aaron and the others get impatient and end up building that golden calf.  God dealt harshly with those people.  It was one of the low points in Israel’s story.  John the baptist knew this part of the story.  He imagined God returning in anger to straighten out an unfaithful people. 

Jesus has a different approach.  When Jesus goes up the mountain, he takes Peter, James and John.  They don’t stand at a distance, but are right there with Jesus where he can reassure them and help them process what they are experiencing.  Jesus answers our calf-building tendencies, not by whipping us into submission, as John expected, but by making us partners in the whole enterprise of making the Kingdom real.  

If the kingdom is just about getting into heaven later, then we can give up on much in this life. But, if the kingdom is here and now as Jesus says it is, and if we are to be a part of making the kingdom real to the world around us, then we have an outline, a purpose for our lives.  Everything matters.  Crossan, in his discussion of this collaborative effort, quotes Desmond Tutu who says, “without us God will not, as we without God cannot.”  

The reason I like to tell people they don’t have to believe everything the Church says is that I don’t know how anyone can change their belief. I still think that is true about most of our stories, but I think there may be a way to change our beliefs about whether the world is getting better, about whether the kingdom is coming into view.  What would happen if we each found some piece of the world we would like to see improved and invested ourselves in that area.  We might find a group that’s doing good work and engaging in worthwhile discussions and follow them on line.  Maybe find some way to plug in and participate in their work.  Even a skeptic can look for signs of something good happening and decide to focus there for a little while.  Maybe that’s how we become believers in the Kingdom Jesus announced, the one that is all around us.  I’ve never met anyone passionate about making the world better who didn’t believe in their heart it was possible. 

Is the world getting better?  Can the world get better?  Looking around from this vantage point, on this hill top with Jesus, what do you see?


John B