For All the Saints

I have a confession to make: as an opinionated and pugnacious Protestant teenager, I occasionally made fun of Catholics for what I thought of as the superstitious and vaguely-polytheistic practice of praying to the saints. (Although I never did this to my Catholic friends’ faces.) Maybe this was the result of growing up in an overwhelmingly-Catholic town and being told, when I was in third grade, that I wasn’t a real Christian because I wasn’t going to CCD; maybe I was just obnoxious. But I was certainly skeptical of all those saints. Isn’t invoking a saint just putting another barrier between your prayers and God? Does St. Anthony really have nothing better to do than help you find your keys? Isn’t declaring someone “the patron saint of _______” and then asking their prayers pretty much the same as the old Greek and Roman “gods of _______”? Saints seemed very suspect.

I was, of course, almost completely wrong.

I was wrong, first of all, because “praying to” a saint is less like “praying to” God, and more like asking a friend for prayer. The lengthy prayer known as “The Litany of the Saints” shows the difference. It begins by addressing God: “Lord, have mercy upon us. Christ, have mercy upon us. Lord, have mercy upon us…” After a few more prayers, the litany of the saints itself begins:

“Holy Mary Mother of God, pray for us.
Saint Michael, pray for us.
Saint Gabriel, pray for us.
Saint Raphael, pray for us…”

and on we go, through fifty-something saints, asking for the prayers of angels and archangels, apostles and evangelists, martyrs and bishops and holy people throughout the ages. Praying “to” a saint isn’t the same thing as praying to God at all; it’s asking the saint to pray with and for us, in the same way you might ask a pastor or a parent or a sibling or a friend for their prayers on your behalf. It’s a recognition and a remembrance that “to your faithful people, O Lord, life is changed, not ended,” and that the saints at rest in heaven can and do continue to pray with and for us, the saints still striving here on earth.

And it’s not just the famous and the influential saints, the ones we name in our litanies and after whom we name our parish churches, whose prayers we can receive. This is the most important contribution of our Episcopal tradition to discussions of the saints: the constant reminder that in the Bible, “the saints” are not a subcommittee of super-Christians, but the whole body of God’s holy people, of all those in any time or place who have been baptized into full membership in the Church. Some of the saints are not so saintly; some are very holy indeed. None are perfect. All are blessed and beloved members of the Body of Christ.

We need one another’s prayers. And we can ask for them, from any and all of the saints surrounding us: those whose faces we see and whose voices we hear in this world, and those who have passed before us to the next. It’s not a superstition. It’s not a barrier to God. It’s just the simple human act of leaning on a friend for prayer.

All ye holy ones of God, pray for us.

Repairing the Breach

Repairing the Breach

 
 
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Sermon — October 30, 2022

The Rev. Greg Johnston

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I have some good news for you and some bad news for you. Which one do you want first?         

Well actually, it’s not up to you. The order has been predetermined. Because if last week’s sermon could’ve been titled “Some Good News for Tax Collectors,” this week is the bad news. Last week, if you weren’t here or you need a refresher, Jesus told a story about a Pharisee and a tax collector, standing in the Temple, praying, and how the Pharisee—a good, upstanding, righteous person—was praying, “Thank God I am not like other people… certainly not like that tax collector!” And the tax collector—the “Sherriff of Nottingham” character in the story, the one whose whole job it was to shake down his own people and ship their money off to Rome—simply prayed “God, be merciful to me, a sinner!” and it was he who went home justified, not the other. The moral of the story being that it is better in God’s eyes to recognize our own imperfection than to try to justify ourselves through comparison with another person. And that’s good news for the tax collector: However unsympathetic or unethical a person may be, as soon as they turn and ask God’s forgiveness, they will find that God has already forgiven them.

But Jesus cuts the story short. We’re left wondering about what happens next. After the tax collector’s prayer in the Temple, does he resume his regularly-scheduled program of economic exploitation? Does he apologize for harming his neighbors, and then go back the next day to harming them? To put it in theological language: Has he simply “been justified,” been reckoned as righteous before God, been forgiven without being transformed? Or is he being “sanctified”? Is his actual life changing to become more holy over time?

Jesus didn’t answer those questions in last week’s story. He left us with the good news for tax collectors, with the idea that we are never too far gone for God’s forgiveness.

But this week comes the bad news for tax collectors. Or at least for Zacchaeus.


Luke describes Zacchaeus not merely as a tax collector but as the “chief tax collector,” in other translations the “chief toll collector.” (Luke 19:2) This was not like being a low-level bureaucrat. In fact, it wasn’t like being a high-level bureaucrat. “Chief tax collector” wasn’t a job promotion, or an honor bestowed on a distinguished civil servant. It was a privilege he paid for.

The Roman Empire operated its system of taxes and tolls like a modern franchise system. If you were rich enough, you could purchase the right to collect tolls on behalf of the emperor in a certain area. In exchange, you were responsible for sending along a certain amount of money every year. It doesn’t take an MBA to see how this would led to corruption. The chief toll collector had every possible incentive to overcharge, to squeeze as much money as he could out of his area, because anything over and above what he owed Rome was pure profit.

If this sounds like a terrible way to run a country, it turns out it was. And if you think it sounds like theft, it turns out Zacchaeus thought so too, and he said as much to Jesus. It’s a comic scene: Zacchaeus, this wealthy and prominent man, clambering up into a tree to see Jesus. But you can understand the urgency: Zacchaeus has a choice to make. If this Jesus of Nazareth is just another would-be Messiah, another pretender to the throne, then Zacchaeus has nothing to worry about.

But if he’s the real deal, if he’s the Messiah, as they say, then Zacchaeus had better act fast. Because God’s chosen king is coming to clean house, and it’s a much better idea to be remembered as one of his earliest supporters than to be branded as a collaborator.

And so when Jesus stands at the foot of the tree and calls up to him, “Zacchaeus, come down. I’m coming for dinner,” Zacchaeus acts quickly and decisively. He doesn’t stop where the tax collector did last Sunday, with the simple prayer, “God, be merciful to me!” He goes further: “Look, half my possessions, Lord, I will give to the poor; and if I have defrauded anyone of anything, I will pay back four times as much.” (Luke 19:8)

“Four times as much” is a telling phrase. It doesn’t just mean “I’ll pay a big fine.” It’s something more specific than that. If you turn in your Bible to the “Book of Torts,” which is to say Exodus 22, you’ll find a meticulously-detailed set of penalties for damaging someone else’s penalty. What happens if I dig a well, and don’t cover it, and your ox falls in? What do I owe you if my ox gores your ox? And what if my ox had done this before? (This, by the way, is where most people who set out to read the Bible cover to cover run out of steam.)

And then in the next verse, what happens if I steal your ox or your sheep and I slaughter it, and eat it, or sell it on to someone else? I owe you five oxen for a stolen ox; four sheep for a stolen sheep. I don’t just owe you one sheep back, to return your wealth to the status quo. No, I’ve harmed you, and I owe you one sheep to replace the one I stole, and three more sheep, to make reparations for that wrong.

So in promising to repay those whom he’s defrauded fourfold, Zacchaeus not only admits his theft, he recognizes that he knew it was theft, and that he knew the proper penalty for that theft. But he doesn’t only recognize and admit that he has done something wrong. He offers the appropriate repayment that’s prescribed to repair those relationships.


Now, you can apply this to a whole range of wrongs in life. This is probably an incredibly satisfying story to anyone who’s ever heard the words, “Well, I’ve already apologized? Isn’t that enough?” No. As a matter of fact. It’s not. When you have wronged someone, it’s one thing to apologize and to be forgiven for what you’ve done. But it takes much more to be reconciled, to really repair things so you can once again be in right relationship with someone. Apologies aren’t enough. Returning what was stolen isn’t enough. Repairing the relationship takes something more.

This Gospel reading comes at a fascinating time in the life of our church. I spent most of yesterday at our annual Diocesan Convention, where, among the many other important but not always interesting acts of a church convention, we voted to begin establishing an $11 million reparations “as a part”—and here I quote from the resolution—”as a part of our effort to address our legacy of the wealth accumulated through the enslaved labor of Africans and Afro-Caribbeans on our behalf.”

It’s easy for us in Massachusetts to look at the question of reparations for slavery and see ourselves as “the good guys.” Slavery was abolished in Massachusetts well before this parish was founded. Boston was a center of abolitionist thinking and activism. But what our diocese and many of our parishes have found in their own historical research is more complicated. Many early Boston Episcopalians were among the leaders of the trans-Atlantic merchant class, and while they may not have “owned” enslaved people, they profited from their labor. More than a few Boston merchants made their fortunes from slavery well after it had been abolished in our Commonwealth: building or owning the ships that trafficked kidnapped West Africans to the Americas, processing the molasses and rum made with slave-grown sugar cane, starting the American industrial revolution by building factories to convert cotton grown in the South by enslaved people into cheap textiles. Many of these men, it turns out, were pious and devoted supporters of the church, and they gave great sums of money to our diocese and our parishes; money extracted, in part, by practices infinitely more brutal and more inhumane than anything Zacchaeus could imagine. And this is what’s so interesting about this situation: None of my family lived in this country until decades after slavery had been abolished. That’s probably true for many of you, as well. But due to the miracle of compounding interest and sound financial practices, we are all still benefiting from the money they gave long before we were alive.

And now, like Zacchaeus did, we owe it back.

I’m telling you this in part just by way of information, so you know about important conversations in our church. I should add that the reparations plan actually won’t affect our budget as a parish. As parishes and individuals, we’ll be invited to make our own contributions to the fund, but certainly not required. It’s actually a pretty well-structured plan, I think: the diocese is taking a chunk of its own endowment to seed the fund, then allocating some of its annual endowment draw and a portion of parish assessments every year to go into it, without raising those assessments, so that each parish will be supporting the fund without actually paying hurting our own budgets. (It will mean a somewhat significant cut to our diocese’s operating budget, instead.) And if anyone has any questions about how this all will work or any concerns or opinions, feel free to talk to me about them at Coffee Hour.

But I also want to celebrate this Biblical model of reparations to restore broken relationships as good news in and of itself. I joked that this was a good news/bad news situation for tax collectors, and sure, Zacchaeus is going to lose half his stuff, which is a bummer. But there’s good news here for all of us. It’s so easy to feel powerless in this world, as if we’re just stuck up in a sycamore tree watching things fall apart. It’s so easy to feel like our problems are intractable, like there’s nothing you or I can do to make things right, whether that’s in a difficult relationship or a violent world, in the face of our own failings the ways in which we’ve benefited from what our confession calls “the evils done on our behalf.” And it’s easy to feel unforgiveable in our culture, as if we can never recover from a mistake, let alone from intentional wrongdoing. But the good news of Zacchaeus is that you always have the choice to turn and change. And there are actual, tangible, concrete ways to help make things right.

As long as we decide to get down out of that tree and follow where Jesus leads.

An Abundant Harvest

The idea of a “Harvest Fair” seems a little silly in the 21st century. Sure, a few of us have community gardens plots or a backyard vegetable bounty, but the old tradition of gathering once a year in the fall to give thanks for a good harvest is a little unmoored from the realities of modern food production. We’ve all heard the phrase “supply chain” more than we’d like in the last three years, but there’s never been any real risk that the harvest filling our supermarket shelves would be anything less than abundant. These days, food insecurity is an economic problem, not an agricultural one; a matter of unequal access to food, not of famine and drought—at least in the United States.

Still, we take time each fall to celebrate an abundant harvest. We celebrate with our families on Thanksgiving Day. We celebrate with our church in the annual Harvest Fair.

The “harvest” we celebrate at the Harvest Fair may have become a metaphor. But it’s no less abundant.

This year’s Harvest Fair is, more than anything else, a celebration of community, and of the fields bearing abundant fruit in our community.

So here’s what I’ll be giving thanks for at this year’s Harvest Fair:

  • The ability to sit down, face to face, and share a meal as a community, and with neighbors in our community, in relative safety, once more.
  • The tireless and enthusiastic work of members of our church community who are spending their time baking, cooking, sewing, knitting, crafting, organizing, and planning.
  • The artists and craftspeople from our surrounding community who will join us to sell their own work for the first time,* and for the support we’re able to give them by providing a place to do that.

Most of us may not be getting dirt under our fingernails this fall. But we can still give thanks to God for this abundant harvest.

Greg

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Pharisees Like Us

Pharisees Like Us

 
 
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Sermon — October 23, 2022

The Rev. Greg Johnston

Lectionary Readings

I don’t know if you realize this, but if you’re sitting here in church on a beautiful Sunday morning in October, you’re probably more like a Pharisee than a tax collector.

I’m not trying to insult you. I’m not talking about this Pharisee or this tax collector. I’m not saying you’re prideful or arrogant. It’s just that you’re probably exactly the kind of person that a Pharisee in general would be. “Pharisees” have gotten a very bad rap in Christianity. In some circles, “Pharisee” has become a synonym for a self-righteous, hypocritical, judgmental person. But that’s completely missing the point of what Jesus is saying.

There’s nothing wrong with Pharisees. The Pharisees were a movement of reformers, a group calling people to return to a genuine and heartfelt practice of their religion. They were, for the most part, salt-of-the-earth people, craftspeople and workers trying to live their lives according to God’s will. While the aristocratic Sadducees were more concerned with the priestly intricacies of Temple ritual, the humbler Pharisees focused their attention on personal religious study and how to live in a holy way in your own home. “Pharisee” was not a dirty word. It was the name of a genuinely popular and quite beautiful religious movement. Jesus uses Pharisees in his stories not because they were notoriously bad, but because they were notoriously good. (The “tax collector,” on the other hand, was really a troubling figure. The tax collector’s job was to fund the Roman Empire by extorting money from his own people, and to line his own pockets by adding a premium on top. When you hear “tax collector,” don’t like “IRS agent with a pocket protector.” Think of the Sherriff of Nottingham.)

So when it’s the tax collector and not the Pharisee who “goes down to his home justified,” you’re supposed to be surprised. It would normally be the other way around.

This is why I say that we’re all probably more like the Pharisee than the tax collector. Not because I think we’re condescending or rude, but because I think we’re generally upstanding people, doing our best to live good lives.

But I’ll admit that some of us, sometimes, are like the Pharisee in this particular story, as well. Maybe you’ve never quite said these things in prayer exactly, certainly not standing in the Temple, but I suspect some of you have had the occasional thought: “Thank God that I’m not like other people.” (It’s okay to admit it—I stand before you confessing that I’ve thought this very thing myself.)

Maybe it’s about religious things, like the Pharisee’s prayer. “Thank God that I’m not like those Sunday-morning layabouts and those Christmas-and-Easter Christians.” I’m doing my part to support the church. “I come to church twice a week—or at least twice a month.” “I give”—and here I have to beg forgiveness from our stewardship chair for this sermon—“I give a tenth of all my income.” Thank God that I’m not like other people. (Or maybe for you the religious one is a little different: “Thank God I’m not like those other Christians…”)

Maybe it’s about family things. “Thank God that I’m not like my husband (partner, housemate). I cook dinner every night. I take out all the trash. I’m the only one who even knows where the toilet brush is.” Thank God that I’m not like other people.

Or maybe “Thank God I’m not like my coworkers, or we’d never get anything done.” “Thank God I’m not like my teammates, who’ve been slacking off all season.” “Thank God I’m not like that person next to me on the airplane who’s dressed head to toe in a leopard-print sweatsuit.” Thank God I’m not like other people.

And it’s tempting, right, to take this text and run with it, to say, “Don’t be like the Pharisee; be like the tax collector. Don’t puff yourself up for your own piety or your own achievements. Don’t put other people down because they’re not as good as you.” But in a funny way, our very desire not to be the Pharisee turns our words into a paraphrase of the Pharisee’s own prayer: “Thank God that we’re not like that Pharisee, who proudly boasts of his own achievements and spends his time judging other people!” It’s surprising how easy it is to exalt yourself for how humble you are.

So I want to ask a question instead: Who do you think the Pharisee is trying to convince with this prayer?

The Pharisee is good, and imperfect. God knows that he is good, and imperfect. But it seems like the Pharisee has a hard time really accepting his own goodness, and he certainly has a hard time admitting his imperfection. He can only prove his goodness, it seems, by repeating over and over that it’s different from those people’s badness. And if his goodness is defined by someone else’s badness, then he can’t admit that he himself has any flaws, or he would be like them. And you can feel his spiritual muscles straining as he tries to hold these two aspects of himself as far apart as he possibly can—to prove to himself that he is good, and to hide from God that he’s imperfect, too.

And this is what’s so refreshing about the tax collector’s prayer. He is not the “good guy” of this story. He knows his work is wrong. He knows the life he’s living is not as just or as ethical as it could be. The only thing he’s got going for him is his self-knowledge, that is, that he knows exactly how imperfect he is. And that self-knowledge has freed him from the anxiety of comparison, from the need to justify himself by how good he is relative to someone else, rather than just as he is.

So what about you? You are, like the Pharisee, like the tax collector, good and imperfect. What would it feel like to know that you are good as yourself? What does it feel like to have to prove that you are better than someone else? What would it feel like to know that God will love you, however imperfect you are? That while God wants you to be good, more than anything else God wants to set you free, so that you, too, can go home justified—not by your own achievements in comparison to anyone else’s, but by God’s eternal and unconditional love for you.

Help Desk

As a relatively young and technologically-adept person, I often find myself fielding impromptu requests for tech support from family, friends, and coworkers. As Douglas and I sat in the office on Tuesday trying to fix his phone, I realized that my quick fixes fall into four categories:

  1. “It’s not plugged in.”
  2. “Turn it off and turn it on again.”
  3. “You’re doing something wrong. Here’s a better way.”
  4. “I think you need some professional help.”

It turns out these apply to the rest of life, as well. So:

Are you plugged in? Are you eating, sleeping, getting out of the house? Are you connected to other people and to God? Are you meeting the basic needs that give you energy in life? Or are you running on a battery that’s quickly draining away? In Christian spirituality, we sometimes call this a rule of life: a pattern of work, and community, and prayer that’s sustainable over the long term. Do you have a rule of life, implicitly or explicitly? Are you following it? What needs to change for you to be connected to your power source?

Have you tried turning it off and on again? Sometimes you need a complete reset. Something’s gone haywire. You can’t get from Point A to Point B by a series of gradual steps; you need to shut everything down and start it back up again. The Bible calls this Sabbath, a kind of weekly power cycle where you turn off all the activity and the anxiety and the worries of the world and spend time with family and God. Whether it’s rest from work or space in a relationship or that walk outside that refocuses you and brings you new insight into a problem: Have you tried turning it off and on again?

Is there a better way to achieve what you’re trying to achieve? Many of us have parts of our lives that consist mostly of banging our heads against the walls (usually metaphorically.) We’ve fallen into rut. We try the same thing again and again and again and wonder why it doesn’t work. “That link,” we think, “should simply copy and paste!” But it’s not so simple, because engineers (no offense) don’t always think quite the same way you do. Sometimes the truth is counter-intuitive. This is actually one of the reasons we spend so much time in church reading the Bible: not because it confirms what we already believe and do but because it’s so often surprising and counter-intuitive, at least in our culture. Sometimes it helps to have another perspective that comes from far outside our own place and time, to lead us to ask, “Is there a better way?”[1]

Do you need to ask for help? Sometimes, the most important thing a friend can do to help you is to tell you that he can’t help you. Maybe you need the Genius Bar or the phone manufacturer. Maybe you need a doctor or a therapist. Maybe it’s even simpler than that. Maybe you’ve been so convinced that you need to be independent and strong that you can’t even ask a friend for help. But this is why we have community: so we have others to whom we can turn in times of need. There’s no shame in needing others’ help or support, when you need it. There’s no shame in recognizing your own limits, when more or different help is needed, beyond what you can provide.


[1] As C.S. Lewis beautifully makes the case for reading old books: “Two heads are better than one, not because either is infallible, but because they are unlikely to go wrong in the same direction. To be sure, the books of the future would be just as good a corrective as the books of the past, but unfortunately we cannot get at them.” (In hisintroduction to a translation of St. Athanasius’s On the Incarnation published in 1944.)