Monday, January 4, 2010

Post Christmas Sermon

December 27, 2009
Lessons and Carols Service

First Reading: Isaiah 60:1-6 (The Epiphany Prophecy)
Carol: The First Noel, vs. 1,3, and 5

Second Reading: Matthew 2:1-12 (The Visit of the Wise Men)
Carol: We Three Kings of Orient Are

Third Reading: Luke 2:22-40 (The Presentation in the Temple)
Carol: I Wonder as I Wander

Fourth Reading: Colossians 3:12-17 (The New Life in Christ)
Carol: Infant Holy, Infant Lowly

Fifth Reading: Luke 2:41-53 (The Boy Jesus At Jerusalem)

Carol: Hark the Herald Angels Sing


In the front of the sanctuary of the chapel at the Lutheran Theological Seminary in Philadelphia there is a commanding stained glass window depicting the scene from our last reading today. In the foreground is a young Jesus, conversing with several authoritative adults. In the background are Mary and Joseph, worried expressions on their faces, rushing through the door from their three day search for the boy. It is an interesting choice of scene for an educational environment, and many a professor has preached on the various layers of meaning that this window has for our community.

Stained glass windows have long been used as teaching devices in the Church. The educational tradition surrounding these windows is believed to have begun as a tool to educate a mostly illiterate population. While no longer serving this goal, church windows still depict everything from Biblical scenes to abstract moral concepts to historical moments, scenes important for the worshipping community to pass on to future generations.

The cathedral at Sainte-Chapelle in Paris, which contains nearly sixty-five hundred square feet of stained class, portrays over a thousand figures from the Bible. The nearby Chartres Cathedral, with 21,000 square feet of glass, contains images from the lives of the saints, as well as large windows illustrating such scenes as Noah and the flood, the Life of Christ, and the passion. Just down the road at the National Cathedral in Washington, DC, stained glass windows immortalize various and diverse events from the life of Mary the Mother of Jesus and the last judgment to Maryland state heritage, the Lewis and Clark expedition, and the lives of two Civil War generals, Robert E Lee and James “Stonewall“ Jackson, to humanity’s landing on the moon complete with an actual piece of moon rock.

Here at St John’s we have our own scene-filled windows. Not only aesthetically pleasing, their images, from the Christmas story to Luther translating the Bible to the building of the first American Lutheran church in 1646, educate parishioners and visitors alike of the events that are important to this congregation. These are snapshots from scripture and history that tell of the journey that has led to this place.

And that is what we have here in our readings today. Snapshots of Jesus’ early life. And this is pretty much all we have, this conglomeration of events from different Gospels that is put together to form our story.

It begins before His birth with the prophecy found in Isaiah. Like a sonogram picture, this snapshot is the promise of things to come, and, like some sonograms, it’s a little blurry, indistinct, and can be difficult to comprehend.

In some ways, Isaiah’s prophecy sounds a lot like the modern view of the Christmas season: “your children shall come from far away… the abundance of the seas shall be brought to you, the wealth of the nations shall come to you.” Is Christmas not often celebrated today with families coming together and gifts being brought from around the world? But if we look closer, the deeper Christmas message is shouting itself from these words as well. The message of the coming of the light and the glory of the Lord. The message of the promise of light shining through the darkness, the gifts of gold and frankincense, all proclaiming of the praises of the Lord.

And the searching, the Christmas searching for the Christ child. How many generations have been hearing these words of Isaiah, hearing the promise in this snapshot, and searching, and hoping? And how do we today, hearing these words and this promise, search and hope for His return?

[PAUSE]

But let us turn to our next picture. The wise men. Here we have the traditional snapshot of the visitors that come to see the new baby bringing gifts and praises.

These visitors, however, are not your typical group of friends and family that may gather around the latest familial addition. These are scholars-- strangers from far away, carrying the prophesied gifts of gold and frankincense, searching for the king. The king who has been foretold of as a shepherding ruler, from a little town called Bethlehem, much like King David, the celebrated shepherd monarch of Israel. So they looked for him, following his star, to honor him.

And does this not sound so similar to our own searching? Our own quest for the “overwhelming joy” of finding the Christ Child, our own faith journeys, our own inquiries of others on how to find the way? Our own efforts to please the king and to praise him?

[PAUSE]

Our third picture: Jesus being presented in the Temple. Here we hear not only of an important religious milestone in young Jesus’ life, but of two devoted believers, who had been waiting for the Messiah. First, Simeon, a man who had been promised to see the Christ before his death. Second, Anna, herself a prophet, who praises God and spreads the word about Jesus to fellow seekers. The pronouncements here are prophecies of a similar strain to those in our earlier Isaiah reading. Except that now these prophecies have a being, a person, this young child.

Anna and Simeon are both typically portrayed as being elderly, although in our text only Anna is given a specific age. These two waited lifetimes to see the Savior. Lifetimes. In today’s rushed society, with commercial breaks every fifteen minutes encouraging shorter and shorter attention spans, in these days how long do we wait? We have been given a promise no less sincere, no less inspired, no less revelatory than Simeon’s. How long will we search?

[PAUSE]

Which brings us to our final picture. An annual family trip to Jerusalem, and a literal, physical search for a boy gone missing. The snapshot we are given is brief, and does little to describe the fervor with which his parents must have been searching. For three days they searched. Three days. And when they found him with the temple teachers, listening with understanding, not just answering questions, but asking them as well, when they found him their astonishment was echoed by his own: “Did you not know that I must be in my Father’s house?”

Church father and writer Origen of Alexandria reflects on this scene with the following:

“Not for nothing was it written: Your father and I have been looking for you anxiously. The search for Jesus must be nether careless nor indifferent, nor must it be only a transitory affair. Those who seek in this manner will never find him.

We must truly be able to say: We have been looking for you anxiously; if we can say this then he will reply to our wearing and anxious soul in the words: did you not know that I must be in my Father’s house?”

So. Do we search anxiously, or do we allow each Christmas to pass, with celebration and joy, but no search, no quest for the Messiah, no anxiety. Christmas season comes each year, December the twenty-fifth will be there, right between the twenty-fourth and the twenty-sixth as it always is. So what do we search for, and how? And how does Jesus respond to our astonishment at discovery?

You may have noticed that our last two snapshots ended with similar phrases: “And Jesus increased in wisdom and in years, and in divine and human favor.” These may be all we have, but they are short stories, brief scenes from Jesus’ early life, and they don’t tell the whole story. They try, by filling in the time with a few phrases about growing and becoming strong, finding favor with God and being obedient to his parents. Eventually the words stop, though. But the story goes on.

The story goes on as our searching goes on. The stories don’t end with the end of our reading; no snapshot captures the whole picture. Ever notice that on Easter morning we say “Christ is risen”? Not “Christ was risen,” or “Christ was raised,” but “Christ is risen.” The story, the search goes on because we search for what we already have, what we continue to have, yet we cannot see it. We struggle to “lift up our eyes and look around” as Isaiah encourages us to do. But though we feel we are in darkness, Isaiah promises that “the Lord will arise upon [us] and his glory will appear over [us].”

As Isaiah’s hearers have been searching for the Messiah, as the wise men journeyed to the king, as Anna and Simeon waited lifetimes to see the promised one, and as Mary and Joseph scoured the city for their lost child, so do we search and journey and wait for the Christ, who is indeed in his Father’s house, whose story cannot be confined to the edges of a stained glass window or a selection of words on a page.

The story, the search, doesn’t end here, it didn’t end this past Friday night, it doesn’t end on Good Friday, it doesn’t end on Easter morning or on Pentecost. The story continues. Through the conversion of Paul on the window here in the front, the conversion of Constantine one down, throughout the Reformation events portrayed in the windows on the other side. The story continues. Through the invention of the Gutenberg Bible by the side door, through the building of the first American Lutheran Church across the aisle, through the formation of St John’s Lutheran church in 1920, second window from the back, through you and through me, through Christmas year after year, through psalms, hymns, and spiritual songs, and through, as Paul writes in our reading from Colossians today, through teaching and admonishing one another in all wisdom… through all this, and through all else, the search goes on, the story continues. Amen.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Johannine Creed

For John, I have taken a bit of a different approach. Following are two scanned images of what I turned in. First, is the creed itself, in the form of a flow chart, with illustrations. Second, is a reduced copy of the flow chart, with explainations of the illustrations. Enjoy! (And remember that you can click on the images to see a larger view.)

essay + hat = essat

How to Write an Essay in the Style of Knitting a Hat

With smaller needles, CO 100 stitches
This is your thesis. You are establishing size and scope of your essat. If your essat will use multiple colors, you CO with your main color. Use a provisional CO so that you can come back and add a fancy border to your thesis if desired.

Join to begin working in the round, being careful not to twist.
This is where your essat truly begins. Your CO is all well and good, but it needs to relate to itself. Be careful not to twist, or you’ll end up with a useless essat, and when it comes time to decrease for the top, you’ll be in a world of hurt.

Set-Up Rows
Here you are getting ready. In the essat, this is commonly referred to as the “introduction” or "brim" or "hem." You are not to add anything to the thesis during this time. That would make your essat pucker at the beginning. You are to ensure that all aspects of the thesis are mentioned. Dropping stitches also troubles your essat.

Body: Switch to larger needles.
You are now working on the main part of your essat. Ideally, your essat will have three sections, as alluded to in your CO and set-up. In this case, and especially if your sections are based on changing colors or viewpoints, make sure your transitions between sections are smooth, and no puckering occurs when a new color or pattern section begins. You want a smooth line between all sections of the essat. Make sure to use all your stitches, although occasionally, for the sake of the pattern, it may be useful to slip a stitch until the next round.

Crown shaping:
This is where it all comes together. Ensuring that you are still maintaining the pattern set forth in the set-up rows, begin to bring your main points together. Ensure that, in decreasing, you are still paying mind to your thesis, and do not decrease unevenly around the essat.

Break yarn and draw through remaining stitches. Pull tight.
These are your final few sentences. What are you going to say that will tie it all together, so the whole piece doesn’t unravel, yet is still made from the material of the essat?

Weave in ends. 
Go over your essat, checking for any loose threads or pulled stitches. If you used a provisional cast on, go back and put a tidy edging on. Tuck everything in, make it neat and tidy.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Preparing for Preparation

Ever notice that you're never ready for Advent? You get your wreath out, you change your paraments (if you have paraments, or a blog that dresses according to the season), you begin to think of shopping and holiday travel, relatives and when you'll get the tree.

But these pre-Advent thoughts differ from the thoughts that happen during Advent. During Advent you think about the look on their faces as they open the perfect gift. You wonder if there'll be snow, and hope there won't be ice. If you're a student, you calculate how many pages you have left to write before Christmas. If you're a parent, you calculate how many times you'll hear questions about Santa, how many times they'll request to hear the same Christmas song again, how soon is too soon to put fresh sheet on your student's bed before they come home.

Today starts Advent, and, as usual, it hits with surprise. Even though we prepare for it, we are never really prepared for it. You show up for church in the morning and Boom! everything's blue (Lutherans use blue for Advent), the readings are from a different Gospel (each of the liturgical years follow a different Gospel: the year we just began is Luke), and suddenly we're singing Christmas songs and "People, Look East," and where did the time go? Now all those Advent questions have to be thought on. When will you get a tree and where will you put it? Who's coming over and when and what will they eat? And it's not just Christmas to prepare for, but winter. (Unless you're somewhere *cough*Iowa*cough* that already is wintered.) Do you have salt or sand in all the cars? What about emergency hats and gloves and such? If you get snowed in, do you have enough yarn?

Advent is my favorite season because it is the season that most reflects our lives. (Us being Christians.) We live in expectation that Christ will come again. In Advent we celebrate that expectation by remembering and celebrating the fulfillment of hope that was the first Christmas, and we look forward even more fervently to Christ's return. That's why so often in the lectionary the Advent readings are preparation-heavy. We "look east" and talk about John the Baptist advising us to prepare the way.

This Advent is a new adventure for me because I'm in a new preparation phase of life. We are all so often preparing for things. We spend the first 18 years of our lives "preparing" by going to school, learning social customs, language, and behavior. And we continue: we prepare for new family members, we prepare for the next holiday, we get dressed in the morning (prepare for the day), we prepare for the next big meeting, the next paper, the next performance, the next product update, the next big thing.

This is my first Advent while officially preparing for my career, and, as it's a career related to Advent, it's interesting to think about the connections between Advent and seminary.

But Advent's just starting, so they're young reflections and connections. Because the joy of Advent is that it isn't just four-ish weeks of preparation for Christmas, it's four-ish weeks of reminding us to prepare, daily, not just for who we want to be, but who we already are as children of God.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Luke/Acts Creed

Here is the creed for Luke/Acts. In case of screen resolution/width issues, I have put it in first as the form I composed it in (it ought to look like an angel), and second in typical format. It is again an acrostic.

God:                                                             God:
Glory
                                                        Glory
Oh Lord
                                                    Oh Lord
Obedient
                                                  Obedient
Disciples                     we are
                  believers
Do hear us               as we pray to you            do hear us
Receive our                                        prayers and
Restore in us
                                   life to serve
Even as we are            reminded           to love you as
Each other and          as ourselves      we are commanded
Celestial beings         bring word       message from God
Cherubs and angels       glorify       God bringing hope.
Evil is fought and      overcome      by interpretation
Evil is the pain of    a society   which binds members
“In him is gladness, all bonds he breakest” and so now
In response to his calling, we now break away bonds
Vocation: we are called to worship, to prayer
Vocation: we are called into all the world
Entering the world we are sent out
Entering the world we go out
Spirit-led and guided we
Serve our neighbor with love
Giving ourselves and our lives to
God who we glorify and praise each day
Life and love and peace and hope we find
Look, he teaches us and now we must proclaim
Oh Lord, we pray to you to guide our voice and
Oh Lord, send us your Spirit that your message will
Resound throughout the earth as we interpret and teach that
Reality is divine action in the world though not all may see. We say:
Yes, to God we give praise, we pray, we sing, we dance, we pray, we proclaim
Yes, he meets us on the road, he breaks the bread, he opens our eyes, he lives!


GOD RECEIVES GLORY



God:
Glory.
Oh Lord
Obedient
Disciples we are believers
Do hear us as we pray to you do hear us

Receive our prayers and
Restore in us life to serve
Even as we are reminded to love you as
Each other and as ourselves: we are commanded
Celestial beings bring word: message from God
Cherubs and angels glorify God bringing hope.
Evil is fought and overcome by interpretation
Evil is the pain of a society which binds members
“In him is gladness, all bonds he breakest”# and so now
In response to his calling, we now break away bonds
Vocation: we are called to worship, to prayer
Vocation: we are called into all the world
Entering the world we are sent out
Entering the world we go out
Spirit-led and guided we
Serve our neighbor with love

Giving ourselves and our lives to
God who we glorify and praise each day
Life and love and peace and hope we find
Look, he teaches us and now we must proclaim
Oh Lord, we pray to you to guide our voice and
Oh Lord, send us your Spirit that your message will
Resound throughout the earth as we interpret and teach that
Reality is divine action in the world though not all may see. We say:
Yes, to God we give praise, we pray, we sing, we dance, we pray, we proclaim
Yes, he meets us on the road, he breaks the bread, he opens our eyes, he lives!

Monday, November 9, 2009

Matthew

This is part 2 in the creed series: Matthew. Where as the Markan Creed was written to be read aloud, in a rushing, rhythmic pattern, Matthew is of a more relaxed pace.

Gathered here, we are
Gathered for one purpose:
Goodness, and 
Guidance
Oh Lord who has called us,
Our deepest questions answered;
Oh Lord who has challenged us,
Our deepest beliefs realigned;
Do not leave us,
Disciples we have been
Don’t stop guiding us now that we are
Disciples no more, but apostles.

Under new authority: to
Us has been given the authority
Using us for God’s will
Us, who Jesus taught
No longer learners
Now we have been taught
Now we are sent out
Now we lead
Into the world: 
I am we and we are light.
Individuals joining to be groups:
I am we and we are salt
To serve or not to serve
To obey or not to obey
The choice belongs 
To all and all must choose
Every person has the choice
Every being has the ability
Each choice we make turns toward or away.
Even now we are called to be
Salt, we are
Salt, required for life;
Salt, we are called to be
Salt.

Professing repentance,
Proclaiming the only Father, God
Prophets and law guiding,
Praying even for our enemies.
Enemies and even evil which is temptation
Evil turns away from God’s will
Evil, the Evil, can be held back
Each must turn to the
One who is the Son of God,
Only He is our teacher,
Only He rose from the dead
Only He did we meet in Galilee.
Prescribed for us on the Mount, we
Pray as we have been taught, we
Pray as even He did that Night for God’s will, we
Pray for relationship, to be ourselves
Light, we are
Light required for life;
Light, we are called to be
Light.
Each of us is called
Each of us: to be leaders now
Each of us is called
Each of us: to do God’s will 

Saturday, October 31, 2009

A silly little ghost story

Once, up on a thyme, there were three young fireflies. It is not well known, but true nonetheless, that young fireflies like sitting on thyme because it's good for hiding. For this story takes place not only in thyme, but on All Hallows Eve, a dangerous time for all young creatures.
Now this particular thyme was special, for it was an ancient plant, and had traveled long distances to reach its current situation near the fireflies’ home. In the outdoor section of the Ancient Museum there is a new exhibit being prepared for display. It is the exhibit of Ancient Plants, featuring those plants that were of various importances to the lives explained inside the museum. And this particular plant, housing our firefly friends, had come all the way from the Mediterranean. Being fireflies, though, they did not know of Mediterranean, or Museum, only of the odd changes in the wind that had led them to seek shelter.
“Is it done?” asked the first of the three, Luce, of Svet, who stood look-out.
“I’m not sure,” came the reply, for Svet was not looking-out as much as standing nearest the open sky with closed eyes.
“Wonder, wonder,” muttered Phos, “I feel so brave, so brave!” His voice grew as he inhaled the thyme, growing indeed in courage.
“HUSH,” whispered the other two, as loudly as they could, for a shadow fell at that moment over their hiding spot.
Indeed, they looked up, and through the cover of thyme they saw a horrid shape, wrapped in cloth, moving as if it couldn’t remember how. The three fireflies, though frightened, found courage in the thyme’s scent, and moved forward to watch the creature, whose scent had so frightened them originally. 
It was moving about the plants in the exhibition, slowly, slowly. As it moved about, it called the plants by name, and whispered, “Myrrh, no… no…Seker, guide me. Cotton, no… no…Athor, give me strength…” Indeed, every few steps it stumbled, and then renewed its search ever more intently.
At last it came upon the thyme plant, with our friends still inside. So entranced were they that they could not move, even as the strange voice uttered triumphantly, “THYME! My destruction! My preservation!” And with that, the creature leaned toward the plant and began harvesting, leaf by leaf, so carefully and cautiously that the fireflies, retreating toward the center, were shocked by the gentleness. At last, when nearly all the leaves were gone, and our friends were hiding only by digging into the soil below, the creature stopped.
“Why…” started Phos, before he could be quieted. 
But the creature paid no mind, and started only to ramble away. Svet flew forward, looking after the creature, while Luce and Phos looked around.
“No leaves. Where are the leaves?” Luce started to panic, “did he eat them?” For indeed, no remnants of the plant were left around.
“He wore them,” said Svet, softly. “Tucked them in and walked away.” For that is what had happened, and as Svet watched the creature tumble away, he could see the green poking out from beneath his bandages.

They flew straight home after that, no longer in the mood for All Hallows Eve tricks or treats. They were to spend the night together at Luce’s house, which suited them, for none wanted to fly home alone. Luce’s mother, Lux, noted their anxiety in their quickly flitting wings, and tucked a special herb under their pillows as they prepared for bed, to ward away bad dreams, and could not understand why they would not enter the room.


Thyme was used by many cultures for many different purposes. The ancient Greeks burned it as incense, believing it would provide courage. The ancient Egyptians used it in the embalming process. The ancient Romans used it under the pillow, to ward away bad dreams. Seker is the Egyptian god of light and guides souls to the underworld, while Athor is Ra’s daughter and the goddess of light.