Saturday, January 28, 2023

Blessed Are You Who Leave The Past Behind

 

A Poem and Reflection 4th Sunday of Epiphany                      St. Thomas Episcopal, Ahoskie, NC

January 29, 2023                                                                       Thomas E Wilson, Guest Celebrant

Micah 6:1-8      1 Corinthians 1:18-31      Matthew 5:1-12        Psalm 15

                                      Blessed Are You Who Leave Past Behind

In 1994, in the 8th year I had been serving as Rector of a Church in Virginia, I took a Sabbatical. One part of it was to Study of St. George's College in Jerusalem on “The Palestine of Jesus”. One day the class went from Jerusalem down to the Galilee. We spent the better part of one day on the Mount of the Beatitudes, the place where Matthew places Jesus preaching the Sermon on the Mount to the crowd that follows them there. It is a grassy hill, a perfect place for a picnic, where you sit down with a picnic basket, getting comfortable where you can look out and see the Beautiful Sea of Galilee and listen to an inspiriting talk, beginning with a poem that starts off with the same word, μακάριος, Makarios, a word meaning blessed, happy, enviable, fortunate; it is a gift. Many scholars suggest that what the writer of Matthew does is to paste together sayings of Jesus, into a poetic structure, to make it easy to memorize the core of the Good News of Jesus. But when I was on that Mount, I put that idea of that analytic part of the brain away and I went to my imagination and I lived into a vision of the crowds who were so intent to hear Good News they followed that wandering Holy man in search of hearing hope. Because Hearing Hope is why I was on a Sabbatical to begin with.


I was in recovery from a building project for the church. The good news was the church had been growing and we needed more room, The bad news was that I did not believe the kind of battles needed to be fought over things that didn't make a lick of sense. We had one meeting dissolve into tears on the debate on the colors of the paints on the walls in the rooms in the new addition over if it would be “off white” or “eggshell” of “Ivory”. Churches pick the silliest things to prove who is in control, or who is the most important, how long they had been members, who had the most children. You name it; churches waste time fighting about it, and it usually has nothing to do with the Gospel.


What was was going on with the writer of Matthew that he entered into the mind of this crowd of people following Jesus? Maybe he had been there years before, in a crowd of people searching for hope, a renewal of faith. Maybe Jesus had said to him that following Jesus is not about following a bunch of religious strictures but a need to change oneself. Maybe Jesus suggested to Matthew, thirty years before Matthew wrote his book, that he needed to enter into emptiness, empty out his own ego and allow his soul to be filled with hope. Maybe Jesus asked Matthew to look at each of what he perceived as weaknesses and find in them the core of strength. Most of the people Jesus is taking to are people who have spent a lot of time losing to corrupt governments, to distrusted grasping religious institutions and contempt by foreign Roman occupying powers. They are looking for a new future


The Beatitudes are placed by Matthew to say good bye to the past and start over in this setting where we can feel the good earth of God's creation. Derek Walcott, a Caribbean, West Indian, Poet, said in his 1992 Nobel Prize acceptance speech: "For every poet it is always morning in the world. History a forgotten, insomniac night; History and elemental awe are always our early beginning, because the fate of poetry is to fall in love with the world, in spite of History."


What Matthew, the poet, is urging those who follow the Risen Christ is to forget about the past, the heritage that they loved and put their energy into the present with the Risen Lord, falling in love with the world so changed by the Christ event. This is my translation of of the Beatitudes: follow along with me

    I learned to mean that when all my energy is exhausted, there is a power greater than myself to get me through.

    If I mourn, it means I loved and that love is where I will find strength- (the word com -fort means “with strength” instead of “soft and easy”.)

    If I give up trying to push people around, my new world is open to a deeper hope and strength within myself.

    If I long for justice I will find it by dealing justly.

    Being merciful is a Habit of letting go of the faults of others cluttering my life.

    Being pure of heart, means I are not wasting my precious time with hate, resentment and finding ways to hurt others.

    For us humans, Peace is what we share with each other and seeing the Good and the God. even in our enemies.

    In the middle of the Hate from others, I find strength knowing I am surrounded by the love of those who have gone before.

    I am in good company and I can be reunited with my better self, the one I abandon when I enter into trying to be stronger, richer and meaner than my neighbor.


Again we call on Derek Walcott who wrote about being reunited with your better self. I came across this poem last week and it haunts me. I already used it once when I did a reflection on the Conversion of St. Paul on Wednesday filling in on a midweek service for a Priest whose wife was going through surgery. He was exactly where he needed to be, and so was I.

Love After Love

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.


Memorizing the Beatitudes was one of the requirements for being confirmed in St. Mark's Episcopal in Chenango Bridge, New York when Bishop Peabody of the Diocese of Central New York was to visit on March 15, 1959. When I was 13, I memorized the Beatitudes, but I was sure that “Blessed” meant being a martyr. Sure you get a reward after you are dead, but heck who wanted to cry, be sad, weak, hungry and thirsty, merciful instead of getting revenge, pure in heart when fun was so easily available, peacemakers when it was always better to win, being persecuted when all you wanted to do was get along, who wanted to wait until I was dead?. Sure I memorized it, got confirmed and I got my own personal Prayer Book to prove it, but I was not all that sure it was any big blessing.


As the years passed and I gradually learned that my ego was not the center of the Universe, I would begin with the verse from the 121st Psalm:” I will lift up my eyes to the Hills; from whence cometh my salvation./ My help cometh from the LORD, which made Heaven and Earth.” In my mind, I would move myself back to that small hill, the Mount of the Beatitudes and I would say the blessings over and over again. As I got older, to when my memory wasn't as sharp when I had one more damn thing to do cluttering up my mind and soul, I would open the New Testament and re-read the beautiful poetic words from Matthew or Luke and then I would translate them into what my soul needed to hear.


If you want a much shorter version to memorize, the answer is in the Hebrew Testament Lesson for today from the prophet Micah, “He has told you, O mortal, what is good; and what does the Lord require of you but to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk humbly with your God?”


What does your soul need to hear?



Blessed Are You Who Leave Past Behind

In a room where you're no longer there,

I say, “I'm sorry for what I did not do,

all those years ago, which I now rue.

But let's fall often into love again, here,”

Let's leave history behind, starting again

to find what will really matters this time

without letting our warning bells chime,

we can unleash forgiving spirits to reign.

We can't fix the people, places and things

of our past, that we should have done then,

so now's time we'll say together “A-men”

to anti-prayers. Set 'em free without strings.

When agree to do that, we return to a Mount,

learning about a folly of keeping an account.


Tuesday, January 24, 2023

Paul's Morning In the World

 Reflection for the Feast of the Conversion of St. Paul    St. Andrew's Episcopal Church, Nags Head, NC   Thomas E Wilson, Guest Celebrant                                 January 25, 2023   

Paul's Morning In the World

Today is the Feast of the Conversion of St.Paul. This is the day that the Church, one month of the year after it honors the physical birth of Jesus, it honors the Spiritual Birth of Paul. It is also an important day for me as well, since it is the 38th anniversary of my Ordination to the Priesthood in Blacksburg, Virginia. I was 38 years old at the time and I look at it now as the day in the middle of my life I found myself, the who I was supposed to be.


Paul, like Jesus, is physically born as a good Jew, there was a difference is that Jesus is born to create a new History, while Paul is born as a prisoner of his history. Paul was born and raised a Pharisee, a word that means “one set apart”. During the centuries of Hellenization, the influence of the Greek thought and culture spread after the conquest by Alexander the Great and after he died his empire was divided into three parts by his generals: Cassander took Greece, Ptolemy in Egypt and Seleucus in Babylon stretching from the Aegean Sea to Afghanistan. Both the Ptolemy line and the Seleucus line fought over control of Israel. Finally the Romans conquered them all. During all that time there were people who said, “No, we will not allow those other people to dictate to us what we will eat, wear, or think. We will hold on to being a separate people before a separate God. These were the Pharisees, Paul was proud to be a Pharisee. It was his history and he embraced it with a patriotic zeal tracking down enemies in the Jewish community who would alter that separate, “Holy” identity. He was a prisoner of his history. His meeting with the Risen Lord on the road to Damascus, is the collapsing of his History into a new way of living


Derek Walcott, a Caribbean, West Indian, Poet, said in his 1992 Nobel Prize acceptance speech: "For every poet it is always morning in the world. History a forgotten, insomniac night; History and elemental awe are always our early beginning, because the fate of poetry is to fall in love with the world, in spite of History."


Paul, enters into poetry, if you have any doubt read again Paul poem to Love in 1st Corinthians 13, falls in love with all the world, in spite of History. He leaves behind being a follower of defensive fear to become a proponent of love through the Christ of the present and future. He is born into a whole new way of seeing the world and in seeing himself, finding out who he really is. Again we return to Derek Walcott:

Love After Love

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.


Saturday, January 21, 2023

Living In The Dawning Light

 

Poem and Reflection for 3rd Sunday of Epiphany          St Mary's Episcopal Church, Gatesville, NC

January 22, 2023                                                              Thomas E. Wilson, Guest Celebrant

Living In The Dawning Light


From the Gospel lesson for today from Matthew: Jesus proclaims: “The people who sat in darkness
have seen a great light, and for those who sat in the region and shadow of death light has dawned.”

From that time Jesus began to proclaim, “Repent, for the kingdom of the heavens has come near.” The Kingdom of the Heavens is not a place of geography but a circumlocution of saying the full presence of God, which is as near as the breath we breathe.


Repent is the English Word got the Greek “Metanoia”. It is not paranoia which the Greek word for Para = distracted and noia = mind means having a distracted mind where you think that you are the center of the universe. Meta = changing and noia = mind. Metanoia, where one comes to ones's senses and changes direction. Metanoia, repent does not mean, “Feel Bad about...”, “Feel guilty about...” It just means “change your mind, and try another direction, Jesus is saying, do you understand that, you need to change your mind, your direction, because you are standing on Holy Ground. God is right here in front of you, when you are all alone or in the middle when two or three are gathered together. God is in the very breath you take. God surrounds every thought you have. God does not make an appointment only for Sunday mornings. Pay attention!!!!”


I hear that call to repent especially when I get into the car in order to drive to do a service at a church. I become more aware that I am a cleric. Being clerical comes from the Latin word for being a clerk, one who spends time talking care of office work. So, the first thought that says to me is that I need everything organized, an almost paranoid thought that everything depends on me. I need to make sure people understand creeds, dogmas, doctrines and the many ways to use the Book of Common Prayer. But I am more that a clerk; I am also a Pastor, Priest and Prophet. But the problem is all that is work related - things that I do; jobs as well as a vocational calling.


But beyond all the work stuff; I am also a person made in the image of God. I am a human being , not a human doing. I like the image put forward by Urban T Holmes III in Spirituality for Ministry: "Our goal is the Kingdom, the completion of God’s creative vision, and we are God’s hands in bringing that vision to pass.” Our lives are as God's hands in this broken world.


When Jesus in Metanoia calls his disciples together and suggests that they will be fishers of people. It did not mean that they should try to hook people to join a congregation and give money for the perpetuation of religious edifices, but that they were to catch and share the vision of the incoming of God's Kingdom in every bit of their daily lives. As George Herbert, a Country Parson and Poet in early 17th Century England:

Teach me, my God and King,
In all things Thee to see,
And what I do in anything
To do it as for Thee.

In all things Thee to see,” When I greet someone in the morning, the God of the Kingdom of the Heavens in my imagination is greeting the God of the Kingdom of the Heavens dwelling in the other person. There is a Sanskrit blessing word namasté. which is literally translated as “I bow to you”. Is is exchanged when people meet, and understand the true nature of reality. The closest we Episcopalians come to it is when we exchange the “Peace” in the Eucharist. It does not mean, “I think you are cute.” or “I am putting up with you for this service.” or “Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Lets get on with the service, before the casserole in my home's oven gets burned, or the game begins.” Peace means that you and I are on Holy Ground together, near and in the Kingdom of the Heavens on this earth.


When we go to a funeral we do two things; 1) We are sad because we miss them sharing the Kingdom of the Heavens with us on this earth, and 2) We are glad because nothing separates them from living fully into the Kingdom of the Heavens. They no longer get distracted, no longer afflicted with a distracted mind.


When I wake up in the morning, do I remember that it is God's gift of a new morning in God's Kingdom and start off with a prayer of thanks? When I go into a store to pay for something and I greet the cashier, while I may say, “Good morning”, am I saying the formula greeting of one more damn thing to say to be polite, or actually am I acknowledging the it is God's morning we are sharing? When I say “Goodbye” am I remembering that the word is a collapsing of the old Blessing “God Be with Ye”, as the French say “adieu” or Spanish speakers say “adios”?


True faith is not about the words we say in church, but rather how we live into each precious moment we are given in this the Kingdom of the Heavens, right here and right now. It is a movement from a paranoid delusion that we are the center if the universe, to a metanoid awareness that we have the Kingdom of the Heavens at hand as a gift.



Living In the dawning light

Getting in the car, going to work

driving into the once darken west

to talk about light bringing a best,

but fearing a cleric is just a clerk.

But now reminded, call to be more;

as Pastor, Priest, Prophet; a Parson,

helping others make a conversion

to see a world as neighbors to adore.

We waste too much time on old creeds

or dogma, pointing out other's flaws,

getting all hung up on our holy laws;

leaving the path to wander in weeds.

Time to turn around and think anew,

for us to live into a faith that's true.


Saturday, January 14, 2023

Even Disappointments Have Hope!

2nd Sunday of Epiphany                           St. Thomas Episcopal Church, Ahoskie, NC

January 15, 2023                                       Thomas E Wilson- Guest Celebrant

Even Disappointments Have Hope!



Last week, I was reading a New York Times Book Review by Carlos Lozada of a collection of articles in a book called Myth America :Historians Take On the Biggest Legends and Lies About Our Past,” edited by Kevin M. Kruse and Julian E. Zelizer, historians at Princeton. The topic is an exploration of the idea of American Exceptionalism. Every nation has a myth of exceptionalism, its fundamental ideals, on how they, or we, are different that any other nation. The book's thesis is posed that many people are questioning the fundamental truths about our nation's history; its myths, legends or lies

Legends are made-up stories promoting an agenda, by the use of historical or semi-historical characters. George Washington cutting down a cherry tree and telling the truth to his father is a legend, originally made up by Parson Weems in his The Life of George Washington published in 1800, the year after Washington died, to promote truth telling by elected officials and heroes. It is meant to share truthful hope in a story without any verifiable historical facts. The Bible contains many legends about heroes which were written centuries after they were dead. Many of them not supported by archeological evidence.

Myths are stories, based on pre-conscious memories, enlightenment or speculation, passed on from generation to generation, projecting far back in time, which try to explain reasons why and how we began to do certain things in the world around us. They are stories meant to tell a deeper truth, but have no facts. Much of the Bible is told in myths which explain the beginnings of behavior; for instance the Creation and Fall mythic structures.

Lies are stories and falsehoods told to gain an advantage by the liars, or for the grifter's personal, financial or political agendas. I don't need to waste time pointing out examples of out and out lying. Our daily Newspapers and the Bible spill a lot ink telling stories of liars who lie habitually.

Lozada in his review, titled “ I Looked Behind the Curtain of American History, and This Is What I Found, ran the quote

In American Politics: The Promise of Disharmony,” published in 1981, the political scientist Samuel Huntington distills the tension in his final lines: “Critics say that America is a lie because its reality falls so short of its ideals. They are wrong. America is not a lie; it is a disappointment. But it can be a disappointment only because it is also a hope.”


The Bible Stories we look at in today's lectionary are about people who find hope even in disappointment.

The first reading is from the Book of Isaiah. Some scholars theorize that the Book of Isaiah has at least three different writers from the school of Isaiah. The first was the prophet who was called to be a Prophet in the Year King Uzziah died which is either 750 or 742 BC. The Isaiah of Jerusalem is in the middle of his disappointment that Uzziah dies but then he hears the Voice call: “Whom shall I send?” In the middle of his disappointment, Isaiah answers in that hope: “Behold, here am I!” He did his ministry then and there, working during the time of King Hezikiah where the high point of the reign was the ability of Jerusalem to withstand the siege by the Assyrian Empire under Senacarib in 701 BC. The writer of that period finds disappointment in the damage done to the Kingdom but hope in the ability to hold on.

Then, there is the a series of writings 120+ years later which take place after the Babylonians conquered the Assyrians and then conquer Jerusalem, taking many Jewish people into exile in 582 BC. The writer of 2nd Isaiah writes of hope and comfort to those in the Babylonian exile. The Isaiah of the Exile writes of holding on to hope in the middle of the strange land; disappointment but still holding on to hope.

The writer of 3rd Isaiah writes 40 years later when the Medes and the Persians overthrow the Babylonian Empire and allow the exiles to return to the ravaged Jerusalem . The writer speaks of the disappointment by the returning exile in seeing the neglect and ruined damage to the city. This Isaiah speaks of the power greater than themselves which will be with them in the context of the new hope to rebuild.

The Psalmist for the Psalm for today, begins his song of disappointment followed by hope::

1 I waited patiently upon the Lord; *
he stooped to me and heard my cry.

2 He lifted me out of the desolate pit, out of the mire and clay; *
he set my feet upon a high cliff and made my footing sure.



Paul, the writer of the letter to the Corinthians, was disappointed often in the church in Corinth but he writes not just about the disappointment but much more of the hope in putting trust in the Holy Spirit to remain united to God's spirit in the Risen Christ.

Jesus, baptized in the Gospel lesson, hears that “he is the beloved Child”; a phrase he held onto in the years of disappointments. He will meet Peter, the one who Jesus gave the name of “Cephas”. or “Peter” in the Greek, meaning “rock”. Well, Peter is one disappointment after the other, falling far short of Jesus hopes for him. And yet, this broken person is the one Jesus wants to lead the church; even disappointments have hope.

The Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, who we remember this weekend, faced one disappointment after another. In his April 16th 1963 letter from the Birmingham Jail: King lamented his disappointment in the white church, "Shallow understanding from people of good will is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will. Lukewarm acceptance is much more bewildering than outright rejection.” Yet, in the five years left in his life, he never lost hope.

King came from an African American understanding of Christianity found in the study of the Bible where they found hope beyond the disappointments. The author of The Talking Book: African Americans and the Bible, Allen Dwight Callahan, suggests

African slaves and their descendants discerned something in the Bible that was neither at the center of their ancestral cultures nor in evidence in their hostile American home, a warrant for justice in this world. They found woven in the texts of the Bible a crimson thread of divine justice antithetical to the injustices they had come to know all too well.

I think of my parents, Bill and Marian Wilson, who started off their marriage by him going off to war- disappointment leavened by hope. That hope got them through the war and then, they had to deal after the war with four children they loved and had dreams for. It is one thing to dream about babies but there is the sobering, draining experience of dealing with babies 24 hours a day, seven days a week. I was one of those four and I was one who found so many ways to give disappointment but they never lost hope for me. Their parents did the same with them. We four children had children of our own. If I try hard enough, I can remember times when my bright and beautiful daughter disappointed me. But I have no problem at all remembering my love and hope for her which still continues.

I think of my ordained ministry of almost 40 years and the number of times I disappointed my parishioners, but they paid the cost of forgiving while I held on to the hope they continued to hold that God would redeem all things. There have been times when I would temporarily be disappointed in each of the churches I served, but the hope continued.

German Poet Heinrich Heine in 1856, after spending 8 years sick and bed bound, having so many reasons to be disappointed in God's running of the universe, said on his deathbed, holding on to hope when he joked, “God will forgive me. It's his job." He trusted God, the giver of hope, to do the divine love.


This is his trusting poem he wrote thinking about his death: (translated by Ruth Duffin)

Where?

Where shall I, of wandering weary,
Find my resting-place at last?
Under drooping southern palm-trees?
Under limes the Rhine sweeps past?

Will it be in deserts lonely,
Dug by unfamiliar hands?
Shall I slumber where the ocean
Crawls along the yellow sands?

It matters not! Around me ever
There as here God's heaven lies,
And by night, as death-lamps o'er me,
Lo, His stars sweep through the skies!



Even Disappointments Don't Lose Hope!

Bill and Marian had so much hope

for those, the children born to them,

living into different world to come,

than one in which they had to cope.

As their own parents at their birth,

they had to learn that hope isn't lost:

hope only adjusts in paying that cost

of forgiving, to find real true worth.

If they hadn't risked to grow a love,

that entered beyond disappointment,

timely applying the healing ointment,

with gentleness of descending dove.

“You are our beloved children!”, said

often, so many times in the days ahead.