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“What We Need is Here”

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On Saturday, our Vestry gathered for a half-day retreat in the St. Francis Garden at Old North. The sun was shining, the conversation was lively, and our focus was only occasionally broken by the combination of babbling tourists, falling acorns from the oak tree over our heads, and the hour-long bell-ringing practice taking place just next door. The Very Rev. Amy McCreath, Dean of the Cathedral Church of St. Paul, led us in a reflection that opened with a line from a poem by farmer and poet Wendell Berry: “What we need is here.”

It comes from Berry’s poem, “Wild Geese”:

Horseback on Sunday morning,
harvest over, we taste persimmon
and wild grape, sharp sweet
of summer’s end. In time’s maze
over fall fields, we name names
that went west from here, names
that rest on graves. We open
a persimmon seed to find the tree
that stands in promise,
pale, in the seed’s marrow.
Geese appear high over us,
pass, and the sky closes. Abandon,
as in love or sleep, holds
them to their way, clear,
in the ancient faith: what we need
is here. And we pray, not
for new earth or heaven, but to be
quiet in heart, and in eye
clear. What we need is here.

“What we need is here,” Berry writes. And it’s true for us as well. We begin a new growing season again this fall, after a few strange, fallow years. Something more like a normal church year has begun again, but we are not the same church we were. We’ve said goodbye to some members who’ve moved away and “gone west,” and some whose names now “rest on graves.” And we’re getting to know some new folks who’ve joined us this summer and fall. We’ve said goodbye to some old parts of our worship and community life, and begun new traditions, too.

It’s tempting to try to recapture what we’ve lost in these past few years. It’s tempting, too, to try to predict the future, to try to “find the tree that stands in promise” in the seeds of the present. But Berry calls us, again and again, to be like those wild geese passing overhead, whose “abandon, as in love or sleep, holds them to their way.”

“What we need is here.” Here, at St. John’s. Here, in Charlestown and Somerville and Cambridge and the North End. Here, in the community gathered in the presence of God. Dean Amy invited us to look at our church and our community with new eyes, trying to imagine how the community could bless the church and how we could in turn be a blessing to the community.

Not in the past, before those names we name went west. Not in the future, when the seed has finally unfurled. But now, with our journey incomplete; halfway through our horseback ride, halfway through our wild-goose chase, in the “sharp sweet of summer’s end.”

We’ll be looking, this year, for ways to appreciate what God is doing here and now, in our lives and in Charlestown. May we pray for the grace to pay attention: “to be quiet in heart, and in eye clear.”

What we need is here.

“One Flesh”

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Sermon — October 3, 2021

The Rev. Greg Johnston

Lectionary Readings

So, first: Deep breath. We’ve made it through the hectic month of September, and fortunately the lectionary’s been pitching softballs to ease us back into church this fall. Last week we had plucking out eyes and cutting off limbs; this week we get to talk about divorce. Who knows what uplifting delights next week could bring? (Actually, I do; it’s the one about how you should go and sell all your stuff and give the money to the poor, because it’s easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for someone who is rich to enter the kingdom of God. But we’ll get to that next week.)

Divorce is a tricky one to talk about, mostly because there’s no one experience of it. A divorce can be among the most devastating experiences of a person’s life, for one or both partners, and for some or all of their children, if they have some. A divorce can also be a life-saving experience, figuratively and sometimes literally, the final thing that frees someone from an abusive or just a toxic relationship. A divorce can be just the beginning of a much longer story of change in a person’s life; it can mark the brutal end of something, and it can mark, sometimes, the beginning of something new and good. And of course, one divorce, the end of one marriage, can be all these things, to the same person.

Some of you have met all four of my parents, so you know that this isn’t an abstract thing for me, any more than it is for many of you, who may have been divorced or remarried, or whose parents may have been divorced or remarried. It’s hard to talk about, but it’s important. Because it’s real.

Some of you have come from churches with different perspectives on divorce, so if you’re not aware, the Episcopal Church’s position is pretty clear. The first duty of a member of the clergy when a marriage is in distress, according to canon law, is “to protect and promote the physical and emotional safety of those involved and only then… to labor that the parties may be reconciled.” (Constitution and Canons I.19.1) Safety is the most important value. Then reconciliation. But we recognize that reconciliation is not always possible, and divorce and remarriage are allowed and common, with a slightly different marriage prep process from the one for a first marriage, but nothing like a process of annulment.

The reason that talking about divorce in church is hard, though, is not so much that divorce is hard, which it is. It’s not that the Church’s official policy is unclear; it’s not. It’s that what Jesus has to say about divorce in this morning’s is hard. Our compassionate Messiah tells us that remarriage is adultery, and then he has the gall to tell us we’re being hard-hearted?

I personally think it’s usually worth digging into passages like these to try to understand what’s going on, rather than just writing them off. I don’t mean to explain away what Jesus says, and I don’t mean to try to convince you to swallow a bitter pill. But I think that the more context we can give to difficult words like these, the better; the more we understand what Jesus’ words would’ve meant in the year 31, the more meaning they have might for us in 2021.

“Is it lawful,” the Pharisees ask him—trying once again to trick him into making some kind of gaffe— “Is it lawful for a man to divorce his wife?” (Mark 10:2) They ask a question about the law, and Jesus answers by deferring to the law, and to the great lawgiver: “What did Moses command you?” (Mark 10:3) And when they answer with a summary of the law that Moses gives in Deuteronomy to regulate divorce, Jesus is disdainful. This was only necessary, he says, because of the hardness of your hearts; but before Moses allowed divorce, Adam and Eve were one flesh. “What God has joined together,” he summarizes, in a verse that’s made its way into the marriage liturgy, “let no one put asunder.” (Mark 10:9)

So first off, let’s be precise. The Pharisees are exactly right. This isn’t just an old-fashioned, gender-exclusive translation. Moses allowed a man to divorce his wife; there’s no provision in Old Testament law for a woman to divorce her husband, nor do the rabbis imagine such a thing. There’s some evidence that unusually powerful or prominent women, like members of the ruling Herodian dynasty, could sometimes divorce their husbands. There’s literally one ancient document dug up in the Judean Desert that might be read as a woman initiating a divorce. But divorce was, on the whole, a completely one-sided affair. A man could write a divorce certificate, a get, and divorce his wife, and that was it. (By the way, did anyone listen to This American Life last week?)

Now this doesn’t mean that a divorced woman would be cast destitute into the streets, to be fair. She would’ve had a dowry she had brought to the marriage, and it would return to her. Perhaps she could’ve married again. But still, it was a patriarchal society. Discussions of divorce in the centuries around Jesus can sound somewhat shocking to modern ears. One of the more infamous examples comes from Mishnah Gittin, a collection of early rabbinic teachings and laws dealing with divorce. At one point, it records three different schools of thought on the interpretation of a single verse, Deuteronomy 24:1. The verse begins, “Suppose a man enters into marriage with a woman, but she finds no favor in his eyes because he finds something objectionable about her, and so he writes her a certificate of divorce…” (And then it goes on to lay out some of the process.) It’s likely this or a related verse that Jesus and the Pharisees are thinking about when Jesus asks what Moses taught. Now, the Mishnah first lists the opinion of one school of rabbinic thought, from a few decades or so before Jesus: “The House of Shammai say, ‘A man should divorce his wife only because he has found grounds for it in unchastity, since it is said, Because he has found in her indecency in anything.’” The House of Hillel, usually the less restrictive school of thought, reply, “Even if she spoiled his dish, since it is said, Because he has found in her indecency in anything.” And a few generations later, nearly a century after Jesus’ day, the great Rabbi Akiba replies, “Even if he found someone else prettier than she, since it is said, ‘And it shall be if she find no favor in his eyes.’” (m. Git. 9:10)

So this is what political scientists call the “Overton window,” the spectrum of acceptable ideas within which Jesus was operating. A man could divorce his wife, and the debate was whether he could only do it if she was unfaithful, or if he could do it because she’d burned dinner, or even just if he saw someone more attractive whom he’d rather marry. A woman could perhaps divorce her husband, if she were a powerful aristocrat who could afford to annoy the devout, but that was about it.

But this, Jesus says, is not the way things were supposed to be.

That is, perhaps, the only real conclusion we can draw from what Jesus says. He zooms out from this debate over the particular language of Deuteronomy 24:1, over when exactly a man could write a certificate of divorce, to make that one observation: this isn’t the way things were supposed to be. Moses has to accommodate messy realities of human lives, but Jesus wants to rewind to an earlier time. He goes back, in fact, to the Garden of Eden, to the days before that first original sin, to a time, in other words, when life wasn’t quite so messy after all. At the beginning of creation, Adam and Eve were joined together and mode “one flesh.” And there’s a lot of truth in that observation. In marriage, two people “are no longer two, but one flesh.” (Mark 10:8) Their lives are joined together. And the undoing of that bond is inevitably a messy and a painful thing, whatever millennium you’re in. It’s like being cut open and, maybe, sewn back together.

So no, Jesus says, this isn’t the way that the world is supposed to be. This isn’t the way that marriage is supposed to be. I’ve never met a couple who said in pre-martial counseling that they planned for their marriage to end in divorce. I probably wouldn’t go through with it if they did. The death of a relationship is inevitably a mess, whether you are one of the partners in it, or a child of it, or simply a friend or family member watching things fall apart.

And yet God is present in the messiest of situations. That’s not to say that we should simply endure the suffering and stay together no matter what. Not at all. What I mean is that God is able, believe it or not, to bring forth new things of beauty from the deepest places of despair. God has already descended with us into the depths of despair. God was “made lower than the angels,” Hebrews says, God “tasted death” itself (Hebrews 2:9) and brought forth life. The God who is “always more ready to hear than we to pray, and to give more than we either desire or deserve,” (Collect for Proper 22, BCP p. 234) can redeem and will redeem the messiest and most difficult parts of our lives, can transform and will transform even “the suffering of death” into “glory and honor.” (Hebrews 2:9)

It wasn’t supposed to be this way, and yet it is, and God is here. I don’t know who I’d be today were it not for my secondhand experience of divorce. I wouldn’t have the same values, the same priorities, the same neuroses that I do today. Have I sometimes wished that Jesus’ word were law, and there were no divorce? Sure. Am I also glad, seeing what new life can come from that death, that there is? I think so. Does that mean it was all worth it in the end? Who can do that kind of math? We can try to argue back and forth about the particulars of the law. We can try to shift it one way or the other, make it stricter or looser, protect one party or the other. But in the end, all that we have is our imperfect and messy lives, and all we can know is that while isn’t the way things were supposed to be, it’s the way that they are; and the way things are can be as beautiful as it is ugly. All I know is that “God, for whom and through whom all things exist,” (Hebrews 2:10), is “bringing” us God’s “many children to glory,” one way or another. Amen.

Angels Ascending

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Some time this week, autumn truly arrived. There are many ways to determine that date, from the cosmological (the fall equinox!) and the meteorological (the first morning you wake up shivering) to the cultural (Labor Day! the start of school!) and, yes, the ecclesiastical: Michaelmas, the Feast of Saint Michael and All Angels, which falls every year on September 29 and marks, in its own way, the arrival of fall.

People have wildly different feelings about angels. For some, the notion of a “guardian angel” who guides and protects each person has been a comfort throughout life. For others, angels seem like an old-fashioned superstition; as the Episcopal Church’s Lesser Feasts and Fasts puts it, the depiction of winged angels with swords and white robes “has led many to dismiss the angels as ‘just another mythical beast, like the unicorn, the griffin, or the sphinx.’”

The Biblical word “angel” (Hebrew malakh or Greek angelos, hence “angel”) means, simply, “messenger.” They sometimes show up to take care of a nation, they occasionally appear when God needs an invisible army riding chariots of fire, but they mostly simply show up when God has something to say.

One of the readings for Michaelmas tells the story of “Jacob’s ladder.” The great trickster Jacob lays down for the night in a holy place, and rests his head on one of the sacred stones. As he dreams, he envisions a great ladder, stretching from the earth up into the heavens: “and the angels of God were ascending and descending on it.” (Genesis 28:12)

Did you catch that? Angels were “ascending and descending” on it. Not “descending and ascending.” (This is the sort of thing preachers and pedants love.) The angels are not, as a matter of course, residents of heaven who only occasionally come to earth. They are on the earth, even now, bringing holy messages to us every day, climbing up to the heavens, and coming back again with even more to say. The journey begins and ends among us, with a constant stream of conversation with God—not just messages from God to us, but prayers from us to God.

Think what you will of angels in the literal sense. We do not live in a meaningless world from which God has absconded. Nor is our only access to God through occasional, direct encounters with God. Our “messengers” from God, our angels, are creatures too. They bear witness to God’s loving words throughout all creation. They are constantly among us, zooming to and fro before our very faces; if only we had the eyes to see them and the ears to hear.

“Draw Near to God”

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Sermon — September 19, 2021

The Rev. Greg Johnston

Lectionary Readings

“Draw near to God, and he will draw near to you.” (James 4:8)

Over the past sixty years or so, religious life in America has been in sharp decline, by every measure. It’s true of religious identity: when asked what their religion is, fewer Americans every year answer “Catholic” or “Protestant” or “evangelical” or “Jewish,” while more and more answer “nothing in particular.” The same goes for religious affiliation: fewer and fewer Americans are formal or informal members of any particular church or synagogue. The trend is even starker for religious attendance: every year, fewer Americans attend church regularly, and the ones who do, do so less frequently. Total attendance in the Episcopal Church drops something like 25% every decade, and we’re not alone; denominations from the Catholic Church to the Southern Baptist Convention to mainline Protestants like us report a decreasing engagement with religion over time.

But this decrease in religiosity hasn’t meant an increase in atheism, in active disbelief in God. Self-identified “atheists” have remained a tiny fraction in surveys, even as the number of people whose religion is “nothing in particular” has exploded. The number of Americans who say they believe in God or pray regularly has stayed steady, even as religious life has collapsed. And in fact, Pew Research suggests that, to quote one of their headline findings, “feelings of spirituality are on the rise.” More Americans today say that they feel a deep sense of spiritual peace and wellbeing or of wonder about the universe at least once a week than did a couple decades ago. So while “religion” declines, “spirituality” is on the rise.

Of course, I have a vested interest in religiosity, so this is sad news for me. But I don’t think it’s necessarily all bad. People really are searching for something, and that’s great! They’re just not finding it in the church.

The final verse of our reading from the Epistle of James this morning almost sounds as if it’s crafted for these spiritual seekers. Do you seek “wisdom from above” that is “pure…peaceable, gentle…full of mercy and good fruits?” (3:17) “Draw near to God, and he will draw near to you.” (4:8)

But… how? James doesn’t tell us where to go when we’re seeking after God. James doesn’t tell us how exactly to draw near. But we’re in luck! Because Jesus does.

In today’s Gospel reading, Jesus again teaches his disciples about what it is to come, about how exactly the rest of this story will go. Jesus teaches them, yet again, that it will not be a triumphant journey to take the throne in Jerusalem. Instead, he “is to be betrayed into human hands, and they will kill him, and three days after being killed, he will rise again.” (Mark 9:31) But the disciples don’t understand, and they turn to much more pressing concerns: Which one of us is the greatest?

Jesus is disgusted. “If anyone wants to be first,” he literally says, “he will be last of all.” (Mark 9:35) Jesus has come to turn the world upside down, and the one who tries to puff himself up now will soon be deflated. And then comes the most remarkable part. “He took a little child and put it among them; and taking it in his arms, he said to them, ‘Whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me, and whoever welcomes me welcomes not me but the one who sent me.’” (9:36–37)

Jesus tell the disciples that he will die, and then that he will rise again. Jesus lives now, today. And this is incredible news for all of us who’re seeking after God. Jesus lives, and we can meet him face to face. But his resurrected life is not like ordinary life. He rises, and walks around among them, but only for forty days; and then he ascends into heaven.

So yes, maybe Jesus is alive. Maybe we can meet him face to face. But… where? We’re left with that same question from James: How exactly do we “draw near to God”?

As far as I know, there are only four places where Jesus promises his disciples they can find him after he’s gone.

Let’s start with the most obvious, at least for any Catholics. At the Last Supper, Jesus tells the disciples he will be present in the Eucharist: “This is my Body,” he says; “This is my Blood.” (Mt 26:26-28; Mk 14:22-24, Lk 22:17-20, 1 Cor 11:23-25) In Holy Communion, we encounter and receive Jesus. He is present in a mysterious but real way. The bread and the wine are not, in our tradition, mere reminders of Jesus’ life, death, and resurrection. Jesus is really present here, and we receive him here, and carry him around with us all day long. Cool.

Number two, let’s pick another church-y one. In Matthew 18, Jesus teaches his disciples about forgiveness and prayer, and then he promises them, “where two or three are gathered in my name, I am there among them.” (Matthew 18:20) This applies to a Thursday-evening Centering Prayer group or to a visit to a sick church friend, to a Vestry or committee meeting or to Sunday-morning worship. Wherever even just two or three of us gather in Jesus’ name, he is in the midst of us.

Third, Jesus gives us a promise and warning, this time in Matthew 25. On the last day, he says, the Son of Man will separate the sheep from the goats, some to eternal punishment and some to eternal reward. And when they ask him why, he’ll answer: “I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me, I was naked and you gave me clothing, I was sick and you took care of me, I was in prison and you visited me… Truly I tell you, just as you did it to one of the least of these who are members of my family, you did it to me.” (Matthew 25:35-36, 40 NRSV) He doesn’t tell us to be kind to the hungry and thirsty and sick, because he’ll be pleased, or because it’s the right thing to do. He tells us that he is just as really present in them as he is at the altar; “this is my body” and “this is my blood” and “I was hungry, I was thirsty”; not just “a beloved child of God was sick” but “I was sick and you took care of me.”

And then, as far as I know, the last place where Jesus tells us we can meet him now comes in today’s gospel reading: in caring for children. “Whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me.” (Mark 9:37)

Many people believe in the real presence of Christ in the Eucharist, although it’s not mandatory by any means. Many people can buy the idea that you might encounter Jesus in prayer; you may have had moments where two or three were gathered and you felt Jesus there. Many people love the Matthew 25 citation when it encourages them to care for people who are hungry, or sick, or in prison. But few, in my experience, remember that in this Gospel passage today, Jesus puts children in exactly that same group. I’ve heard Emily Garcia, one of my favorite priests and one of your former Godly Play teachers, make this point more than once. Yes! she’ll say, when someone cites Matthew 25 to prove that compassionate work for social justice is at least as important as worship in Christian life, we encounter Christ when we truly encounter people who are hungry, or sick, or in prison—or who are children! “Whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me.” (Mark 9:37) And what a relief for anyone whose baby has ever cried all the way through Mass.

This list, it turns out, is remarkably similar to what we do in church. We come together Sunday after Sunday to receive Christ’s Body and Blood. We gather in Jesus’ name to sing and to pray, to plan and sometimes to party. We care for other people when they are hungry or they are sick. And generation after generation, we welcome children in Jesus’ name. We do our best to teach them about the faith. We smile when they accuse us of stealing people’s pajamas and put us in “ninja jail.” (Which was last week.)

We do not do these things because we are a kindly social club, and it’s a good thing to do to serve the community and look after the kids so the parents can relax. We do these things, whether we realize or not, because it is in doing them that we encounter Christ.

We may not, to borrow Pew’s turn of phrase, feel “a deep sense of spiritual wellbeing” every time we meet on Zoom. We may not feel “a deep sense of wonder at the universe” every time we receive communion. We may not feel much peace as our children scream and run around upstairs.

But Jesus Christ is there.

I have no issue with people’s quest for their own spiritual truth, as such. But I worry that it sometimes leads us away from one another and into ourselves. It sometimes leads us to pursue not the presence of God but our own self-improvement or our own feeling of wellbeing. It sometimes leads us away from what James calls “works…done with gentleness born of wisdom” (James 3:13) and towards, well… CrossFit. No offense.

This morning begins our official “program year,” such as it is. We’re back to a full schedule of activities and meetings for kids and adults alike. And I want stick up for organized religion as we start this year, young fogey that I am. Our life together is hard. It’s not as peaceful or as satisfying as it would be to just stay home and pray, or do yoga, or catch up on sleep. But it’s in the community gathered, not just in the quiet moments alone, that Jesus comes to us. It’s when we break bread together. It’s when we gather in Jesus’ name. It’s when we care for one another, poor and hungry and children alike.

Jesus has told us where to find him; may he give us the grace to see him there. May he “grant us,” in the words of the opening collect today, “not to be anxious about earthly things, but to love things heavenly; and even now, while we are placed among things that are passing away, to hold fast to those that shall endure.” Amen.

The “Program Year”

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This Sunday marks the beginning of what we sometimes call the “program year”: that part of the church year, more or less overlapping with the school year, when our community’s life is in full swing. The choir returns, Sunday School is in session, Harvest Fair planning has begun, everyone’s enjoying the cookout, and the pews are bursting with excited crowds. (Right?)

In one sense, the social life of the church community is only ever the second-most-important thing. Our focus, naturally, is on the spiritual life and worship of the church, on hearing the Word of God proclaimed and receiving the Body and Blood of Christ that transport us into a realm of heavenly worship. We can do these things in all the splendor of a giant cathedral congregation, or we can do them in secret as a surreptitious pair somewhere in a Soviet gulag; we can do them with a full roster of acolytes and musicians, or we can limp along with what we have. If we walked into Mass and back out without ever speaking with one another, if the music were lackluster and the fellowship nonexistent, in any case, God would be worshiped.

But in another sense, this “program life” of the parish is really a training ground for the whole Christian spiritual life. The Church has sometimes been called “the school of love,” the place in which we learn what love really is and we practice what love does. The Church is, more than anything else, the community in which we learn to love God and one another as best we can, despite all our imperfections.

So as we return to the busy schedule of church life, to weekly choir practices and sumptuous coffee hours, to Sunday School and committee meetings and all the machinery that makes us go, may we be reassured by the notion that whatever we do when we worship God is good enough for God, and may we delight in the opportunity to grow in patience, wisdom, and love.

Especially when we just can’t wait for that Zoom meeting to end.