The Eleventh Hour

It’s hard for anyone alive today to imagine the sheer senselessness of the war that ended with an armistice on November 11, at “the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month” of 1918, the day once known as Armistice Day and now, in this country, as Veterans Day.

We can celebrate the heroic resistance to Nazi Germany’s aggressive expansion in the Second World War that would follow the First. I disagree profoundly with the reasoning behind the wars in Vietnam, Afghanistan, and Iraq; but I can at least comprehend the arguments that were made for them. But the meaninglessness of the First World War boggles the mind.

Propaganda aside, there was no high moral purpose to the war. Millions and millions of teenage boys and young men lived, fought, and died in the mud. The nations of Europe virtually bankrupted themselves turning their entire economies into machines of mutual destruction. An entire generation of men and women were permanently traumatized by what they’d seen at the Front. Three of the seven main combatants collapsed into revolution almost immediately; two more disappeared off the map entirely, splintering into five or six new countries and launching even more wars. And… for what?

The First World War is a case study in bad leadership, brittle planning, and over-confidence. (The most baffling tidbit of trivia about the build-up to war, for me, is that German military planning made it literally impossible to begin mobilizing their reserves without actually launching an invasion of France and Belgium, leaving them no flexibility for diplomacy once the mobilization process began.)

Okay, I suppose that’s enough military history to make the point: On Veterans Day, we celebrate all those who have volunteered to serve in the nation’s armed forces, in peacetime or in war, and the express our gratitude for the sacrifices they have made. But we also recognize the horror of war. We commend those thrown into it against their will and for no good reason at all, and honor the many hardships they endured. And above all else we celebrate the Armistice, the end of the war, the beginning of an all-too-brief peace at the end of years of destruction, and we pray for peace for our people and for the world, now and for ever.

25. For those in the Armed Forces of our Country (BCP p. 822)

Almighty God, we commend to your gracious care and
keeping all the men and women of our armed forces at home
and abroad. Defend them day by day with your heavenly
grace; strengthen them in their trials and temptations; give
them courage to face the perils which beset them; and grant
them a sense of your abiding presence wherever they may be;
through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

4. For Peace (BCP p. 815)

Eternal God, in whose perfect kingdom no sword is drawn
but the sword of righteousness, no strength known but the
strength of love: So mightily spread abroad your Spirit, that
all peoples may be gathered under the banner of the Prince of
Peace, as children of one Father; to whom be dominion and
glory, now and for ever. Amen.

“‘The Pledge of our Inheritance’”

“‘The Pledge of our Inheritance’”

 
 
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Sermon — All Saints’ Sunday, November 6, 2022

The Rev. Greg Johnston

Lectionary Readings

“You were marked with the seal of the promised Holy Spirit;
this is the pledge of our inheritance toward redemption.” (Eph. 1:14)

In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Over the last few years as a freelance web developer, in addition to my work in the church, I’ve learned a lesson that many contractors before me have learned as well: It’s best for everyone involved if you’re paid 50% up front and 50% when you finish a project.

If you’re paid 100% on completion, of course, you spend the whole project working for free. A difficult client who wants to keep pushing for changes or expanding the scope of work has all the power in the relationship; they won’t pay a dime until they’re finally satisfied with what you’ve done, even if it ends up being far more work than the original contract. And if you’re paid all up front, well… There’s not much of an incentive to do the job. If you’ve ever worked with a contractor who disappeared once you wrote the final check, leaving behind a punch-list of small items that would never be completed, you know what I mean.

50-50 is the best of all worlds. And people have known this for generations. Years ago archaeologists found an ancient papyrus in Egypt, from nearly 1500 years ago, describing one such freelance operation. “Regarding Lampon the mouse-catcher,” the author writes, “I paid him 8 drachmae as earnest money in order that he may catch the mice.” More to follow, one assumes, once the mice are actually caught.

It’s the very same word, translated in the letter as “earnest money,” that Paul uses to describe the gift of the Holy Spirit. In the letter it’s translated “pledge,” but it means the same thing. The Holy Spirit that we experience in this life is, Paul writes, God’s down payment, God’s 50% up front toward the promise of our redemption.


This is part of what’s sometimes called the “now and not yet” in Christian life. You have already, Paul writes, “heard the word of truth, the gospel of your salvation, and believed.” (Eph. 1:13) You have already been “marked with the seal of the promised Holy Spirit.” (1:13) You have already received a “pledge,” earnest money, as an advance on the riches of your inheritance. (1:14) But God’s work in you is not yet complete. You do not yet know—we do not yet know—“the riches of his glorious inheritance among the saints.” (1:19)

Hopefully, this “now and not yet” makes some intuitive sense. You know that your spiritual life is not just “paid on completion,” as if we only experienced suffering and misery in this world, and had to wait for peace and joy in the next one. We already now experience the comfort and love of the Holy Spirit, in many different ways. But we also know that things aren’t perfect yet. We know that that “golden evening,” that “glorious day,” those “pearly gates” are describing some reality that we do not yet inhabit. God has promised us something better, and the promise has not yet been fulfilled. We’re still waiting for that final check.

But here’s where the analogy breaks down. If we’re spiritual freelancers, that initial gift of the Holy Spirit is a mark that God’s earnest about the project, but it’s also an incentive. If we just keep working and working and working, and becoming more and more saintly, more holy and good, if we can just finish our projects of self-improvement, then one day God will reward us with a second check.

This isn’t what Paul means at all. You are not the hard-working contractor. It’s God who is at work in you. “I pray,” he writes, that God “may give you a spirit of wisdom and revelation.” (1:17) He prays that “the eyes of your heart” may be “enlightened,” so that you “know” three things: the hope to which he has called you, the riches of your inheritance, and the greatness of his power. (1:18) The Holy Spirit that God has given us is not a spirit of fear or anxiety. It’s not a spirit of inspiration, so that we might go on to do great things for God.  It’s a spirit of comfort and reassurance, not about our work for God about God’s work in and for us. God wants to enlighten our hearts, so that we can see and feel the reality of that promise, so that we can truly know that the thing we hope for is real, and that it is more beautiful than we can imagine, and that God is more than strong enough to bring us there. And that blessed life of God is not a wage; it’s an inheritance. It’s not a reward that we earn by working hard. It’s the gift God has chosen to give us for being who we are.


I think that’s part of what Jesus means when he tells us, “Blessed are you who are poor… Blessed are you who are hungry… Blessed are you who weep now.” (Luke 6:20-21) It’s not that you are blessed because you are poor, or hungry, or weeping. It’s that even though the kingdom of God is not yet yours, even though you have not yet been filled, even though you are not yet laughing all the time, amidst all the pain and suffering of this world you are God’s blessed child, and you will receive the inheritance that is yours.

On this All Saints’ Sunday we remember and we pray for all the people whom we have loved and who have died. And the Holy Spirit’s work of assurance goes on. Every moment of joy or peace or prayer we feel is just a taste of what has been promised to us, of the eternal life already being lived by those who have already died. That doesn’t mean we can’t be sad. It doesn’t mean we won’t miss them every day of our lives. But it is the sometimes-unbelievable promise that they live now in the world we all pray to see, a world of peace and rest; and it’s a promise that we will one day see them again. So I pray, like Paul, that God may give you a spirit of wisdom and revelation, so that with the eyes of your heart enlightened, you may know what is the hope to which he has called you, and what are the riches of his glorious inheritance among the saints, and what is the immeasurable greatness of his power for us. Amen.

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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