Thursday Miscellany

I did almost ten hours of research work today. Several more hours of work await tomorrow. Pretty fried right now, but it pays well and I do enjoy it in an odd way.

Still waiting on word about a permanent call; hopefully I will hear something tomorrow. Prospective employers work on their own timetable, and my being anxious about it won't speed things up one whit, so I'll just chill out.

We've had a good friend as a houseguest for the past couple of days. She's staying in StrongOpinion's room; she made the terrible error of opening SO's closet...miraculous that she wasn't crushed by falling detritus. Good thing she's tough, and the mother of a college student herself. She understands, thank goodness.

SO is leaving for Paris in a week. I'm more than a little terrified, but she's visiting a friend who is fluent and has already been there for a couple of weeks and knows her way around. They don't teach about this stuff in Mother School. All of the madness of getting her passport renewed at the last minute worked out (for a fee) and she now has a lovely new passport that should last her for the next ten years.

I'm looking forward to dinner with our friends Pierre and Sophie on Friday night, icon-writing on Saturday, finishing my sermon and the adult ed class for this Sunday, and (most of all) sleeping. G'night, all!

Tuesday, Icky Tuesday

I started the day slogging around the Beltway to visit with a friend who serves a church about 12 miles away. Took me 45 minutes in the miserable traffic. I have been blessed by either living close to work, working from home, or commuting in the off hours. I didn't realize how blessed until I did that drive this morning. Twas worth it, though, to have a cuppa and enjoy great conversation with my dear friend. It's nice to have friends who are smarter than I am, who get me thinking in creative and wonderful ways, and who put up with my occasional cluelessness.

I managed to utterly frustrate myself trying to work with a video recording of some of the research work I've been doing - the tape was on the fritz. After a consult with my boss, we decided to use our written documents to construct the timeline. Sometime technology is not my friend. I recovered by eating a fabulous tomato and fresh mozzarella salad for lunch while watching about 15 minutes of the Michael Jackson memorial service. C'mon folks, let's call it what it was - a bad tribute concert. There was little in the way of true religious sentiment and much in the way of melodramatic tears. 15 minutes was just about my limit. Let the poor, troubled man rest in peace, in his gold-plated casket (the cost of it would have fed many of the children of whom he sang in "We Are The World," but let's not mention that), and please let his three children be kept from the media circus until they're, say, 30 or so.

Then off to the wonderful Lucien, for a French-accented haircut - the man is a genius with the scissors and a wit as well.

And then...and then. To the dermatologist to deal with a rash on my face and scalp that has been worsening for a couple of weeks. And what was this bit of nastiness? The Heartbreak of Psoriasis! Lovely! So now I've got some new meds ($57 in co-pays - heaven only knows what they cost for those without insurance) and a new regimen to work into my busy life. The good news was that the dermatologist took care of some other little odds and ends while I was there and I am otherwise the owner of pretty darned good skin for someone my age.

Can't complain. On the whole, it was a good day. A good haircut always outweighs technology dramas, and good medical insurance outweighs yet another little medical problem. And tea with my friend made the whole day a joy.

Life is, above all, a great gift, for which I thank God every day.

Mondays and the Media

We recent ordinands got an email from The Powers That Be regarding contact with the media, particularly over the next couple of weeks while our denomination has its General Convention out in California.

I'm not quite sure why we would be contacted by the media to comment on doings at GC; it isn't like we're great founts of knowledge about all things Episcopalian. Perhaps there is a fear that if anything exciting happens, we'd be more likely to prattle on about it than more experienced clergy. Somehow I doubt it, though. And my immediate inclination would be to punt to the diocesan media person or my boss...no need for my name to be attached to any comment, that's for sure.

In any case, the question du jour for me is how clergy deal with the media. I've done a lot of media work in my prior life in government relations/politics and certainly know how to sidestep a dangerous question with the best of them, but this is a different arena and the pitfalls are many.

So have any of you wise clergy persons had dealings with the media calling you up and looking for comments? How have you handled it?

Today's Sermon: Mark 6:1-13

It’s good to be back with you all, and it’s especially good to be back on this 4th of July weekend. There are many in this place who have served this country, either in civilian service, in the military, or as contractors. Those of us who have done so know the importance of this holiday, when we remember the first brave souls – a small band – who gathered together to create a new country, a new way of living together, based on principles of equality, freedom, hard work. We honor the effort it took to earn our democracy and to keep it, and those who expended that effort...and who continue to do so.

One of my favorite quotes from the time of the creation of the United States comes from Ben Franklin, who said as the delegates struggled to craft a declaration of independence: “Let us all hang together, for if we do not, we will surely hang separately.” Brave men, taking risks for a greater good, arguing, writing, engaging in the hard work of those days…they needed to work together to make this new thing happen.

It’s interesting that the gospel today talks of a similar effort…the early days of Jesus’ work, which met with mixed success and some suspicion, and his initial commissioning of the disciples, with some ground rules for surviving on the road.

The operant principles – both in the founding of our nation and in the founding of what would become Christianity - are rather similar:

Support and respect each other.
Keep the message simple and keep your eye on the goal.
Travel light and live simply.
Don’t get stressed out about what doesn’t work.

When you’ve embarked on difficult work, whether it is trying to make a new nation or make a new covenant, you’ve got to adhere to certain principles to make it happen.

Jesus certainly knew this. His ministry, as Mark describes it, started out in a way that seemed promising. He had healed some sick people. His preaching was getting positive notices. But now he was back in his home area, and after an initially warm reception, he is disrespected by those who know him best: “Isn’t this Mary’s son, the carpenter?” By identifying him as Mary’s son, rather than Joseph’s, they are once again raising the question that many in his home town had whispered about for thirty years: was he really Joseph’s, or what? And that has implications for whether or not they would respect him, not only because of the question of whether he was illegitimate, but because the Davidic line, which would be necessary to establish him as one who might be the Messiah, came through Joseph, not Mary. So it’s a double insult. And he’s just a carpenter, a tektōn, not a scholar, not a rabbi. Just a craftsman, working wood. Maybe they saw his words as delusions of grandeur, maybe they were jealous that it wasn’t their son who was doing this teaching….whatever the reason, they reject him, and Jesus feels it bitterly, quoting a very familiar aphorism from the Greco-Roman world of that time: "Prophets are not without honor, except in their hometown, and among their own kin, and in their own house." And he was so distracted by his anger and their disbelief that no more teaching, no more healings were done by him there.

What to do? We might turn around and go back into the woodshop, and not come out again. But he knew there was work to do, and he knew that the disciples would have to learn how to do it, so he sent them out.

Now when we talk about the disciples in the Gospel of Mark, you’ve got to remember that this gospel is not kind to the disciples. Time and time again, they ask stupid questions, they get their assignments wrong, they become cowardly…and Jesus often uses harsh words with them. But in this reading, Jesus simply gives them their charge: they are to go out two by two and anoint and heal. He knows that he has the ability to do this himself: he’s done it before and he knows he has authority from his heavenly Father. But he delegates the authority to this small band of wayward, uneducated men, and gives them some guidance. Basic principles.

Go out in pairs, both for protection and for mutual building up.
Travel light.
Live simply: Stay in the first place you come to – don’t look for the finest house to stay in.
Stay until you’ve done what you’ve come to do.
If they don’t listen, don’t worry – just move on.

These disciples were a small group, and they knew that what they were doing was a high-risk proposition. The prevailing powers didn’t much like people who questioned their authority, who disagreed with their interpretation of the law, who argued that that interpretation hurt the common people, the ones who were farmers, small craftsmen, fishermen. So a small group like this was taking a risk in making themselves and their cause visible. They needed to adhere to those core principles if they were going to succeed.

What was the result?

They preached repentance, and cast out many demons, and anointed and cured many. You follow simple principles, you get results.

Seventeen hundred fifty years later, the men who wrote the Declaration of Independence also followed those core principles, and got results. They got a new nation. The work of securing that nation was not easy. Fierce battles continued for several years…but the end result was the nation we call our own today.

In the same way, the disciples were successful in their first attempts to go out and do the work Jesus commanded them to do, but this was not complete success. The work continued. They struggled. They erred. They forgot those core principles, arguing among themselves, losing courage, losing focus. We still fight to keep to Jesus’ core principles, to live out the new covenant, and we still often fail. But the value of the principles remains.

It is instructive to talk of another story of core principles that binds these two events together in a remarkable way, to understand how sticking to those principles can make us one with Christ…
Reform movements, be they political or theological, don’t always go smoothly. Just ask Martin Luther, who regularly was threatened with death because of his work. The Church went after him. The Holy Roman Emperor went after him. Various other religious reformers thought he didn’t go far enough, so they went after him. All because he thought the Church had gone astray. Just ask William Tyndale, who was condemned to death in 1536 for the heresy of translating the Bible into English. Just ask John Calvin, who was chased out of France to Switzerland for his work of reformation of the church.

When the political and theological mesh, it’s going to be a hard road.

So it was when the Episcopal Church was founded here in the United States.

We know that members of the Church of England came to America, and the first parish was established at the Jamestown Settlement, more than 400 years ago. We also know that there were people who came to America because they were being persecuted in England for their religious beliefs, such as Puritans and Quakers. In some of the early colonies, the Church of England became the established church – the official church as sanctioned by the state. Virginia, lower New York, Georgia, Maryland and the Carolinas all made the Church of England the state church…people had to pay taxes that funded the church. With the advent of the movement for independence from Great Britain, however, came a problem: all Church of England clergy were expected to pledge their allegiance in their ordination vows to the monarch, who was the head of the Church of England. Further, they were required to use the liturgies in the Book of Common Prayer, which included prayers for the monarch and for parliament. Thus, supporting their parishioners who wanted their freedom would mean they were guilty of treason. And some 3/4s of the signers of the Declaration of Independence were at least nominally Anglicans. How could they provide pastoral support without compromising their oaths?

The problem was also financial. In the north, where the Anglican Church was supported by missionary societies in England, the clergy struggled. When war broke out, these clergy looked to England for both their paycheck and their direction. In the south, where the Church of England was the state church and was supported by local taxes, there was less loyalty to England.

Of the approximately three hundred clergy in the Church of England in America between 1776 and 1783, over eighty per cent in New England, New York, and New Jersey were loyal to the crown. This is in contrast to the less than twenty-three percent loyalist clergy in the four southern colonies. Revolutionaries saw their clergy as Tories or redcoats. Hard to pastor under those circumstances!

So what happened? We’re no longer called the Church of England – that’s a big clue. The second clue is to look at the core principles we talked about earlier:

Support and respect each other.
Keep the message simple and keep your eye on the goal.
Travel light and live simply.
Don’t get stressed out about what doesn’t work.

In a newborn nation where principles of equality and liberty prevailed, an official state church was anathema. So in the interest of supporting these principles, the Church of England was disestablished in America. No more official state church. But the people still wanted to worship as they had always worshipped. So shortly after the war, in 1789, the Episcopal Church was established in America. We were the first province of the Church of England outside of the British Isles. A revised version of the Book of Common Prayer was written. The church was no longer aligned with the power of the secular leadership. It was simply good people, working together, trying to live faithfully. They were in this together, in this new world that they had fought for, and the work was ahead of them, just as the disciples were in it together, doing their best to do what Jesus had instructed them to do, spreading the word.

These stories have great resonance for the people of Saint Middle School at this point in our lives. The phrase “in it together” is particularly apt: we rely on each other, in prayer and worship and in the everyday tasks that make prayer and worship possible. That’s why there is an altar set up and ready on Sunday morning. That’s why meals are provided for those going through a rough patch. That’s why there are volunteers and teachers for Children’s Chapel, and for the Adult Forum. That’s why there is a search committee, and why there is coffee waiting for us after church.

At this time in our life as a community of faith, the core principles still apply:

Support and respect each other.
Keep the message simple and keep your eye on the goal.
Travel light and live simply.
Don’t get stressed out about what doesn’t work.

So say a prayer for your neighbor sitting in the row alongside you. Remember that what we do isn’t about a building, it’s about Christ. Don’t worry about what we don’t have; focus on using what we do have – our gifts from God – in a way that honors God. If something doesn’t work, don’t be worried, just be creative, and come up with another better way.

As Jesus was with the disciples in the story this morning, as a Godly sense of purpose informed the work of our founding Fathers, as Jesus’ core principles shaped the creation of the Episcopal Church in America, so too we know that we are not alone in our work in this place. Many have done this kind of work before. All have struggled, but they were never alone. Let us be comforted by that, and embrace the work ahead of us.

Amen.

Back in the Saddle

I'm working as an ordained clergyperson now, at my former field ed site, and trying to get into a rhythm of the thing. Not there yet, but getting there. I hadn't written a sermon in several weeks, and now I need to get back into the rhythm of doing weekly ones. Yow!

One of the out-of-state search committees sent me an email indicating that they would very much like to continue in the process with me, and hoped I felt the same way, too. That was a bit of a surprise - I thought they might not be interested because I am "only" a transitional deacon. Mibi is once again wrong. Big surprise there, eh?

Sure, I'll talk. Until I get a firm offer of call in a place that really feels like it is Spirit-led, I'll talk to anybody. At some point, I'll know. Right now, I'm just trying to get the sermon for Sunday written.

Random Dots of Tuesday

It has been a busy day. I did the following:

• Picked up the ordination certificate from the framers.

• Had lunch with a friend, although not the friend that I intended to have lunch with. My date forgot about our meeting and another friend came in to have lunch there. Serendipity!

• Scored a great pair of black slacks and a tunic dress from the Chico's sale.

• Survived the masses at Costco.

• Got a pedicure (pale pink for summer).

Okay, I'm ready for a nap now before I tackle some research project work and make supper for PH and me. I'm proud of myself that I didn't get any fattening treat while I was out!

P.S. Rant du jour: can someone please tell Gov Mark Sanford that he is only digging a deeper hole for himself and that it is time for him to hush his mouth?

Back in the Real World

PH and I spent the weekend up in Brooklyn, where StrongOpinions has moved. We were blessed with a beautiful rainbow on Saturday evening as we went to dinner at The General Greene, a really fun restaurant. What was equally fun was watching folks react to the rainbow. People stopped in the street and took pictures with their cellphones, talked to each excitedly, turned and looked at it over their shoulders....kitchen workers came out of the back to look at it. Everyone was grinning madly. One fortyish hipster stood on the sidewalk on the verge of tears, saying "that's only the second rainbow I've seen in my whole life."

People say New Yorkers are too cool by half, not cheerful, don't interact...but give them a rainbow and they'll turn into Pollyannas in...what? A New York minute?

We brought stuff to the new apartment, which, although pretty messy, is a step up from the one in Spanish Harlem. Yeah, she's got to take the A train for 45 minutes to get to school, but the neighborhood is better, and the roommate is much better. We visited Columbia, the Cathedral of St John the Divine, drove around looking for my favorite kitchenware shop (Bridge - it has decamped to north Jersey, darn it), ate a lot of great food, got our fill of NYC traffic jams, and helped her buy a used bike in Jersey City. It was fun to go to Jersey City, and I showed SO the house I grew up in as well as my college, even getting a peek at the auditorium where I gave my senior recital. We even managed to get all the paperwork tended to so that her passport will be renewed in time for her trip to Paris in a couple of weeks. We stayed at a great little B&B in a Brooklyn brownstone about five blocks from SO's place. It's in the midst of a Muslim neighborhood, so we were awakened by the sound of the muezzin doing the call to prayer early in the morning. Made me feel like I was back in Qatar.

In the midst of this, I also did a phone interview for a job in the Windy City. Don't know how that one will proceed, but one of the local jobs seems close to extending me a call, and it's a good fit. We'll see what happens next. In the meantime, I'll start work on Wednesday as Interim Vicar of the parish where I was a seminarian. It is temporary, but it gets me working and gets me health insurance, which is a good thing.

The drive back was okay until we hit Delaware, where it took us almost an hour to go a couple of miles. We dropped off of Rt 95 to a local road and sailed along, staying local until we were just above Baltimore and had to get through the Harbor tunnel. It was good to be home some six hours after we left Brooklyn - should have taken about four - and eating a little light homemade dinner instead of restaurant food and going to sleep early.

No rainbows back home, just prep work for the new job and laundry. Life is good, though. Very good indeed.

P.S. Am I the only grinch who is wishing the wall-to-wall coverage of Michael Jackson's demise would cease? Yes, he was a great entertainer. Yes, he was a troubled soul. Yes, it's a tragedy that he died so young. But there are so many other folks whose deaths are mourned, so many other tragedies that call for our tears, and they all go unspoken in the larger culture. Enough about MJ, please, and let's say a prayer for each soul whose death went unmourned, whose life went uncelebrated. May they rest in Jesus' arms, beloved, peaceful, attended to by the one that matters. And I don't mean by Larry King.