Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Seven Stanzas on Easter (Mid-week Message)


Fr. Tony's Mid-week Message
I am in Prescott Arizona this week, to attend the week-long Credo retreat and formation for clergy.  For my mid-week message, I am here sharing a poem that I came across from novelist John Updike. 

Seven Stanzas on Easter
 (1960, John Updike)

Make no mistake:  if He rose at all
it was as His body;
if the cells' dissolution did not reverse, the molecules
reknit, the amino acids rekindle,
the Church will fall.

It was not as the flowers,
each soft Spring recurrent;
it was not as His Spirit in the mouths and fuddled
eyes of the eleven apostles;
it was as His flesh:  ours.

The same hinged thumbs and toes,
the same valved heart
that--pierced--died, withered, paused, and then
regathered out of enduring Might
new strength to enclose.

Let us not mock God with metaphor,
analogy, sidestepping, transcendence;
making of the event a parable, a sign painted in the
faded credulity of earlier ages:
let us walk through the door.

The stone is rolled back, not papier-mache',
not a stone in a story,
but the vast rock of materiality that in the slow
grinding of time will eclipse for each of us
the wide light of day.

And if we will have an angel at the tomb,
make it a real angel,
weighty with Max Planck's quanta, vivid with hair,
opaque in the dawn light, robed in real linen
spun on a definite loom.

Let us not seek to make it less monstrous,
for our own convenience, our own sense of beauty,
lest, awakened in one unthinkable hour, we are
embarrassed by the miracle,
and crushed by remonstrance.
Grace and Peace,  Fr. Tony+

Sunday, April 27, 2014

My Lord and My God (Easter 2A)

 


“My Lord and My God”
Second Sunday of Easter (Year A)
27 April 2014
Homily Delivered Trinity Parish Church, Ashland, Oregon
8 a.m. Said and 10 a.m. Sung Mass
Acts 2:14a, 22-32 ; 1 Peter 1:3-9 ; John 20:19-31 ; Psalm 16

God, give us hearts to feel and love,
 take away our hearts of stone
 and give us hearts of flesh. Amen.

Today is the Second Sunday of Easter.  In the Eastern Church it is called Thomas Sunday. The Gospel reading tells us the story of how St. Thomas came to faith in the risen Lord.   In the West we know him as “Doubting Thomas,” the one who said, "I won’t believe it until I touch it!”  But the Eastern Church remembers Thomas for his confession "My Lord and my God," and says he was the first to publicly proclaim the two natures of Christ: human and divine.  His story tells us about experience, faith, and doubt, and should be a model for all us seekers. 

It really is unfair to call Thomas a doubter among the other disciples.  From the stories, it seems that doubt was the norm for early believers, not the exception.  We shouldn’t be ashamed of or feel guilty for doubt today.  Doubt is a healthy part of faith, of integrating the teachings and tradition into our personal lives, of making these stories our own.   Just look and see how many doubters are in these stories of the resurrection appearances. 
 
Women disciples in Mark’s Gospel see an angel at the tomb announcing that Jesus is not there but has risen, and telling them to report this to the others.  The women run away “trembling with astonishment” and tell no one about it “because they were afraid” (Mark 16:8). 

In Luke, as the women come back, they remember words that Jesus had said to them while he was alive, and this gives them the confidence to announce what the angel has said.  But the apostles take it as “an idle tale,” and they do not believe the women (Luke 24:10-11). 

In Matthew, when Jesus appears to the disciples after their return to Galilee, “they saw him and worshipped him, but some doubted” (Matt. 28:17).
In Luke, like in today’s Gospel from John, the disciples gather together late evening on Easter Sunday.  Jesus appears to them, but where John says simply that the disciples (absent Thomas) “were glad when they saw the Lord” (John 20:20), Luke tells more:  the ten other disciples cannot believe their eyes, and think that maybe they are seeing a ghost.  Jesus replies, “see my hands and feet, it’s really me; touch me and see, for a ghost doesn’t have flesh and bones as you see I have” (Luke 24:39).  They still “disbelieve from joy” (Luke 24:41).  It is only when Jesus eats a bit of roast fish that they can believe their eyes (Luke 24:42-43). 

So when Thomas says, “unless I touch the wounds, I won’t believe,” he is no more a doubter than any of the other disciples, or than any of us. 

And that’s the thing about these stories:  they not only retell what happened long ago.  In all of them, we are the disciples, unable to believe what has happened, the love of God, the life of God, just too good to be true. 

I have a secret vice.  It’s Christian radio.   Despite a lot of what I dislike, in fact, really loathe, about it—despite the right wing politics and Biblicist fundamentalism, its tendency toward Calvinism, and its lowest common denominator popular cultural taste in music that tends to manipulate emotions—I find its overall innocent sincerity, general lack of irony, and ability to connect to emotions assuring and thought-provoking.  Like the prepubescent boy Milhouse in the Simpsons when he first accidentally comes across an adult channel on T.V., it is all “disgusting but strangely alluring.” 

One thing that still creeps me out somewhat is the “Jesus you’re my boyfriend” kind of song.  Modeled after popular love ballads, the beloved is simply replaced with Jesus.  So “I’m crazy, madly, deeply infatuated with you” becomes “God, I love you,” or “Jesus, I’m yours forever.”
 
This bothers me probably because the emotions they are based on tend to be so fickle and painful.   I can hear a moving popular song about lost love, disappointment, and breaking up and place in the stead of the rejected lover God or Jesus: 

… I am feeling so small
It was over my head
I know nothing at all

And I will stumble and fall
I'm still learning to love
Just starting to crawl

Say something, I'm giving up on you
I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you
Anywhere, I would've followed you
Say something, I'm giving up on you
[for a great cover of this in part by an old friend from Beijing, Kevin Olusola, and PTX, see https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0dYlvdLdK9w]

That is what the disciples are feeling at the death of Jesus.  They are ready to give up on God, the loving God who Jesus said would come through and overthrow all the wrong in the world.  Jesus’ death, his abandonment on the cross, and his pitiful burial—the disciples in their hearts are saying, “I’m giving up on you.”    That’s what lies behind the disbelief, the doubting, the not recognizing Jesus in these stories.  We are letting our disappointing experience with life tell us what actually is possible, and so we simply won’t believe the Easter proclamation. 

Yet when Jesus comes the next Sunday evening, it turns out that Thomas doesn’t need to touch Jesus to accept his resurrection after all.  He takes one look, falls to his knees, and declares, “My Lord and My God.”   Fr. Raymond Brown says this is the “Christological high point of the Gospel of John.”  And the Gospel of John is the Christological highpoint of the Bible. 

No wonder the Eastern Church praises Thomas as a model of faith.   The doctrine of the two natures of Christ would not become clear to the Church for another 200 years.  But Thomas’ confession is at its core:  when you look at the face of Jesus you look upon the face of God; if you have seen Jesus you have seen God.   It is the very fact that Thomas was so skeptical that allows him to make the affirmation.  Thomas knows that in this world, dead men do not walk about alive and well once they’ve died.  So it must be God at work in front of him, though he still recognizes the person he knew as his friend Jesus.  So he must simply confess, “My Lord, My God.”

Earlier in John’s Gospel, Thomas told Jesus, “Lord, we do not know where you are going. How can we know the way [to follow you]?”  To this Jesus said, “I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.  If you know me, you will know my Father also.  (John 14:1-7)   In today’s story, when Thomas says, “My Lord and my God,” it is clear that he now knows the Father and sees him through Jesus.

Jesus himself praises Thomas for his affirmation, “Happy are you because you have seen and believed.”  And then with no negative comparison implied, he adds, “how much happier those who do not see but still believe.”

Jesus here is talking about us.  We are in the same place as the disciples before they actually see the risen Lord:  we each have our thresholds and barriers we set up for faith.  “I won’t believe in God if he doesn’t prevent evil and suffering.” “I can’t believe in God unless I see some miracle or vision.”  “I can’t believe in God unless I understand everything I desire to know.”  But this is just our beaten down hearts talking, afraid to trust because we have been hurt in the past, deceived by those we loved, or disillusioned by the world.  “It is too good to be true.”   This is not a description of the world, but an expression of our pain. 

But that’s exactly what these stories are about.  Jesus taught by word and deed that this whole world is occupied enemy territory.  God’s putting things right, the in-breaking of God’s true kingship, was already set in motion in his person.  But Jesus’ death seemed to prove the foolishness of his teaching.   It was unjust, wrong, and horrible, a perfect proof of just how bad this monstrous world actually was. 

But a full day after his burial, Jesus, more alive than he had ever been before, came back to his friends.  They had no doubt that he had been dead.  And the one before them now was so burningly alive that many of them had problems recognizing him.

If we and the disciples are saying to God, “Say something, I’m giving up on you,” then this is God’s reply in the ambient silence in our lives. Thanks be to God.     Our love songs must continue. 
 

In the name of God, Amen. 

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

In the Breaking of Bread (Mid-week Message)


 


 


Fr. Tony’s Mid-week Message

In the Breaking of Bread 
April 23, 2014
 
The Gospels contain various stories of Jesus appearing to his friends after his death.  They differ in timing, setting, characters, and details.  But they do all contain the element of recognition:  the moment when the disciples realize it is Jesus they are talking to.   Luke’s story set on the evening of Easter Sunday on the road to Emmaus has two disciples encounter Jesus on the road (Luke 24).  They do not first recognize him.  But after a wonderful evening with this unrecognized stranger of talk about things that matter most, and a shared meal, their eyes are opened.  It is the way the stranger breaks the bread that brings to their minds the Jesus whom they knew. 
 
The breaking of the bread is the principal means that we share in encountering Jesus as a community.  As Saint Paul says, “The cup of blessing that we bless, is it not a sharing in the blood of Christ? The bread that we break, is it not a sharing in the body of Christ?  Because there is one bread, we who are many are one body, for we all partake of that one bread.”  (1 Corinthians 10:16-17)   It is the sharing of the bread that matters here, reminding us of Jesus’ open table fellowship with those who, according to religious rules, least deserved the meal. 
 
As the Prayer Book’s prayer before communion says, “Be known to us, Lord Jesus, as you were known to your disciples, in the breaking of the bread.”  
 
 

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Don't You Believe It (Easter C)

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He Qi, Easter Morning

“Don’t You Believe It”
Easter Sunday Year C
20 April 2014 8:00 and 10:00 a.m. Sung Festal Eucharist
Parish Church of Trinity, Ashland (Oregon)

May the light of Christ, rising in glory,
banish all darkness from our hearts and minds.   Amen.

The story of Jesus’ glorious reappearing to his friends alive three days after he was truly and fully killed is the heart of our Christian faith, and the heart of our Easter celebration, the mother of all our worship.   But we live in a secular time, and our nation’s largely unchurched “Left coast”. I have gotten used to hearing the question about this time of year, both from community members not allied with Trinity and from members of the congregation itself, But Tony, do you really believe that story?   

It just seems too fantastic for some, who, following Freud, book it as some kind of wish fulfillment fantasy.  And I must say that part of the reason we call all of what we do and talk about in church “faith” is that it runs headlong into the expectations we have built up from what our senses tell us of the cold, hard facts of life and death.

“Do you really believe that story?” often is said to the tones of, “Don’t you believe it. It’s too good to be true.”   

The fact is, I really do believe that Jesus of Nazareth, dead and buried after being brutalized by the Roman Imperial authorities, was somehow raised from death into a new and more vital form of life, and came to his friends more alive than they had ever seen him before.  I know from experience that he somehow continues to engage us, teach us, and love us even today.   

The other evening on Jefferson Public Radio, I heard a bluegrass cover of a song I used to listen to when I lived in Beijing 25 years ago, Bruce Hornsby’s “The Way It Is.”  I am told that Tupak Shakur did a cover of it before he died.  The song helped put such questions back into perspective for me once again.  The song tells of people waiting in a welfare line hopeless, of a young rich man yelling out to a poverty-stricken elderly woman, “get a job,”  people excluded because of their color, and the failure of the best-intentioned legislation to successfully address what is, ultimately, a sickness of the heart.    The refrain repeats, “that's just the way it is, some things'll never change, that's just the way it is,” and then, “but don't you believe them.”

“Don’t you believe them!”  It’s a little like John Lennon’s dream of a world rid of its problems, including religion, in “Imagine.”  Both affirm that there has got to be something better, something fairer, something more beautiful than what our eyes behold. 

So I’d like to turn the tables on my dear friends and family members who ask me “How can you believe in that resurrection story?”  by giving the reply that Jesus rising from the dead makes to many of the common assumptions we have about our world. 

We are hopeless and helpless.    Don’t you believe it. 

We are worthless or unworthy.  Don’t you believe it. 

We cannot change for the better.   Don’t you believe it. 

There is no forgiveness.    Don’t you believe it. 

There is no meaning.     Don’t you believe it. 

There is no love that endures.   Don’t you believe it.   

There is no love that is not corrupted.     Don’t you believe it. 

All things are random.  Don’t you believe it. 

God has abandoned us and broken his promises.  Don’t you believe it. 

There is no God.      Don’t you believe it. 

The rich and the powerful will always get more rich and powerful, and the poor and downtrodden only more broken.   Don’t you believe it. 

Oppression is inevitable.    Don’t you believe it.  

The best we can hope for is oblivion.  Don’t you believe it. 

Some things will never change. That’s just the way it is.    Don’t you believe it. 

Christ’s victory over death, hell, fear, and evil is also a victory over meaninglessness, bitterness, and remorse.   It is God’s great joke on the world, and must silence all hopeless irony.  We are not doomed to failure and despair.  We are not destined for permanent oblivion after sickness, diminishment, inevitable decline and dignity-destroying death.   We are invited to share in his life. 

Jesus’ coming forth as life itself means that death does not have the final word.  Fear does not have the final word.  Law and judgment do not have the final word.  Vengeance does not have the final word.  Oppression will cease.  We are not doomed to regret and pain.  War does not have the final word, nor does violence. 

Alleluia!  Christ is risen, the Lord is risen indeed.  Alleluia!




Saturday, April 19, 2014

This is the Night (Great Vigil of Easter)

 

“This is the Night”
The Great Vigil of Easter
19 April 2014 8:00 p.m. Sung Eucharist with Holy Baptism
Parish Church of Trinity, Ashland (Oregon)
May the light of Christ, rising in glory,
banish all darkness from our hearts and minds.   Amen.

It begins in darkness.

The Council of Nicaea (A.D. 325) set the date of Easter as the first Sunday following the full moon that falls on or after the spring equinox.  Jesus rose on a Sunday, just after his death at Passover, a festival set by the full moon after Spring equinox.  In practical counting, the date of the full moon, because it changes from time zone to time zone, is counted as 14 days after no moon at all is visible.  The counting starts in the darkness of the new moon.   

The day itself, as in all ancient calendars, begins at sundown.  As we read in the creation story tonight, the evening was, the morning was, the first day.  Easter Sunday begins in the darkness after the sun is fully set on Saturday.    

It begins in darkness. 

The Great Vigil of Easter, the heart of the Christian year, and mother of all our celebrations, begins in darkness before the New Fire is lit.  The Paschal Candle is blessed and lit, and the darkness begins to yield. 

In Easter, we celebrate the coming of the light in the darkness.  And we learn that what St. John says is true, "The light shines in the darkness and the darkness cannot overcome it."

The Great Easter Proclamation, the ancient hymn the Exsultet we sang tonight, says best whatever anyone might preach at this time: 

This is the night, when you brought our parents… out of bondage in Egypt, and led them through the Red Sea on dry land.  This is the night, when all who believe in Christ are delivered from the gloom of sin, and are restored to grace and holiness of life. This is the night, when Christ broke the bonds of death and hell, and rose victorious from the grave…  when wickedness is put to flight, and sin is washed away. It restores innocence to the fallen, and joy to those who mourn. It casts out pride and hatred, and brings peace and concord. How blessed is this night, when earth and heaven are joined and we are reconciled to God. 

The Paschal Candle, which will light our little Church throughout the Great Fifty Days and then come out for all baptisms throughout the year, is a symbol of this great light, Christ, a pillar of fire in our desert, light in our darkness.  As the Exsutlet continues,

May it shine continually to drive away all darkness. May Christ, the Morning Star who knows no setting, find it ever burning-he who gives his light to all creation…

And yet, it all begins in darkness

All spiritual growth and renewal begins, at least in part, in darkness.  Plato said anyone wishing enlightenment must first undergo aporeia—an acknowledgment of ignorance.  There can be no spiritual answers where there is not first a spiritual question, an aporeia.  Death must precede life, you have to lose yourself to find yourself. 

It begins in darkness: Christ betrayed, Christ tortured, Christ killed.  And then light dawns with the unexpected and startlingly unique act of God, God’s ultimate joke on the powers of darkness:  Christ is risen, the Lord is risen indeed. 

One of our Godly Play children asked the teacher sharing this story:  then, did Jesus become a flesh-eating zombie? 

No.  Fictional zombies, at least the flesh-eating and blood drinking ones, are less alive than we the living.   Risen Jesus is more alive than any of his friends ever remembered him in Galilee and Jerusalem.   

One of Ralph Vaughan Williams Five Mystical Songs is a setting of 17th century Anglican priest and poet George Herbert's poem Easter.  It captures well how in the Paschal Mystery darkness leads to light, death to life, despair to hope, and failings to strength:

Rise heart; thy Lord is risen. Sing his praise without delays,
Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise with him mayst rise:
That, as death calcined thee to dust,
His life may make thee gold, and much more just.

Awake, my lute, and struggle for thy part with all thy art.
The cross taught all wood to resound his name, who bore the same.
His stretched sinews taught all strings, what key
Is best to celebrate this most high day.

Consort both heart and lute, and twist a song pleasant and long:
Or since all music is but three parts vied and multiplied;
O let thy blest Spirit bear a part,
And make up our defects with his sweet art.

It starts in silence, but it ends in song.  It starts in darkness, but it ends in light. 

Thanks be to God. 


Friday, April 18, 2014

Love One Another (Maundy Thursday)

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He Qi, Do As I have Done

“Love One Another”
Maundy Thursday
17 April 2014 7:00 p.m. Eucharist
Parish Church of Trinity, Ashland (Oregon)
God, give us hearts to feel and love,
take away our hearts of stone and give us hearts of flesh. Amen.

And so we begin the Three Day Liturgy:  Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, and Easter.  It is a single ritual, and that is why the sending rite at the first two  services doesn’t include a dismissal.  Most of what is taught and preached and passed on in the Mystery of the Triduum is found in the stories read, the prayers said, the chants sung, not in any sermon or homily proclaimed.  The mystery is just too great, too ineffable.  And so we are reduced to actions and not words:  washing feet, eating and drinking what is offered when it is offered, stripping and washing the altar, sitting in darkness, praying through the night, then on Friday touching the Holy Cross, maintaining silence, and then at the start of Sunday on Saturday evening lighting the new fire, singing “the light of Christ,” baptizing, flowering the church and singing in joy, and then on Sunday having once again the meal at the table of plenty that Jesus has always offered. 

We often are overwhelmed by the symbols, and focus on the less important parts of the story. 

 
You may not have noticed, but a couple of weeks ago, Spanish scholars announced that they had accomplished, at long last, what Percival and Arthur had failed to do, find the Holy Grail. They cautiously said they cannot be sure that it is the actual the chalice used by Christ at the Last Supper, but based on two medieval Egyptian fragments of text and a lot of cross referencing and use of obscure maps, they are certain that it is the Grail that was sought and honored by the faithful of the Middle Ages.  A jeweled goblet, a later addition, encases a more ancient simple goblet of carved onyx that dates from the turn of the era.

I think most of us are suspicious of such claims, if only because the Middle Ages are known for having so many, many relics from the life of Jesus that they stretch credulity. 

Beside that, the Gospel stories we read of the Last Supper clearly are not focused on the table settings.  They are not even really about the meal itself.   The synoptics say it was a Passover Meal, while John says it was one last meal before Passover.     What is key is the act of loving service Jesus performed for these, his friends, even the one whom he suspected was about to betray him.  What is key is his prayers for them, and the fact that he said that this shared meal, this bread and wine, somehow were his body broken for them and his blood poured out for them.  What is essential is that he gave them a new commandment, the mandatum novum from which we give Maundy Thursday its name:  that they love one another as he loved them.  


The love he models and commands is not disembodied sentiment and feeling, it is a series of actions, a state of the will.   It is putting the well being of the beloved above ourselves.  It is giving them the benefit of the doubt.  It is sacrificing oneself, accepting hurt, to help them. Jesus washes the feet and loves even the one who will betray him.  Later in the night, he will wake his sleeping friends at Gethsemane, but will not scold them for not being able to watch and pray.  Rather, he has compassion and empathy, "the spirit is willing, but you're just too tired.!" 

This is the true Holy Grail.   This is itself a sacrament every bit as holy as the body and blood he offers us. 

I invite all of us to come to partake the sweet bread and wine of God, and to pray tonight.  I invite us all to come the rest of this Church service—by returning tomorrow, Saturday evening, and Sunday Morning, so we can see in this whole story the depth of Christ’s love for us, and of the Father’s love of the Son.  And most of all, I invite us, with Jesus, to love each other as he loved us. 

Thanks be to God.  Amen




Sunday, April 13, 2014

The Great Emptying (Palm/Passion Sunday Year A)

 
Vaginni, one of four murals in the Franciscan Church 
at Bethphage, the start of the Palm Procession



“The Great Emptying”
Palm/ Passion Sunday A
13 April 2014 8:00 a.m. Said and 10 a.m. Sung Eucharist
Parish Church of Trinity, Ashland (Oregon)

God, give us hearts to feel and love,
take away our hearts of stone and give us hearts of flesh. Amen.

When my second son David was about nine, he asked me a hard question: “Why did God have to kill his Son Jesus off to pay for our sins? Doesn’t that make him a very bad Father? Why couldn’t he have just been bigger-hearted and forgiven us when we’re sorry? Isn’t that what he expects from us?”

I tried to give an easy answer, something like that of the Evangelical Alpha Course:  God is just and fairness demands that sin be punished.  We are sinners.  It was God’s mercy and love that demanded that he send Jesus to suffer such punishment in our stead if only we have faith in him.   

David would have none of it: “If God is really boss of everything, he can make things any way he wants. So why did he make them so that he had to kill his own Son?  It just isn’t fair, and it certainly isn’t loving.”   

I replied that Jesus and the Father enjoyed unity in the Godhead, and this meant that actually God himself was volunteering to die for us on the Cross because of his love.  No go: “Then why does Jesus pray, ‘Please don’t let this happen to me?’” 

David was thinking of the prayer of Jesus in Gethsemane in today’s Passion Gospel.  He wasn’t alone in seeing the problem.   John’s Gospel, alone among the four, drops any reference to Jesus’s prayer in Gethsemane from the Passion story it has received.  Rather, just after Jesus arrives in Jerusalem in the triumphal parade of palm branches, Jesus baldly declares, “What shall I say? ‘Father, save me from this hour’?  No, it was for this very reason I came to this hour. Father, glorify your name!’ (John 12:27)

As we go into Holy Week it is important to remember that many of the images, affirmations, and thanks we express in these stories are symbolic and metaphorical efforts, limping and imperfect, to express what is beyond our ability to conceive of, let alone express.


From the beginning, we Christians have seen the death of Christ on the cross as not simply a case of miscarried justice or persecution, but something much more.   St. Paul, writing just 20 years after Jesus’ death, quotes the apostolic tradition that he received from others and affirms, “For I delivered to you as of first importance what I also received: that Christ died for our sins” (1 Cor. 15:3-5) and “in Christ, God was reconciling the world unto Himself” (2 Cor. 5:19).  But he never says exactly how this was so.  And neither has the Church. 

The idea that the Cross was transferred punishment, Jesus tortured and put to death in our stead to satisfy the honor of, or placate the anger of a Deity demanding violence and blood, is never taught as such in the New Testament, nor defined by any of the early Councils of the Church.   The idea first arose in the late Middle Ages in the writings of St. Anselm of Canterbury.

The New Testament uses many differing metaphors to try to get a handle on what Christ accomplished for us and in us:  

·      justification (declare or make morally upright),
·      salvation (rescue on the field of battle),
·      reconciliation (restoring a personal relationship),
·      expiation (driving away ritual impurity or 
            ‘covering over’ guilt),
·      redemption or ransom (purchasing someone 
            back from slavery or prison into freedom),
·      liberation to freedom (restoring full-citizenship 
           to someone)
·      new creation (being made anew)
·      sanctification (being made or declared holy)
·      transformation (changing shapes)
·      glorification (being endowed with the light 
              surrounding God)

None of these are completely adequate descriptions of what “Christ died for our sins” means.   But they all agree that Jesus’s death and resurrection is the great victory over what is wrong with us and the world, a mystery just too glorious to reduce to a single image.  

The fact is, the “wrath of God” describes more how our relationship with God feels to us when we are alienated from God than it describes God’s heart.   And it is we human beings who tend to think that violence can make things right, not God. 

In this light, our belief that Christ “died for us” takes on deep meaning. In Jesus on the Cross, we see God suffering right along with us, dying as one of us; in Jesus in Gethsemane, a human being alongside us, praying fervently with us, and, with us, not getting what he asks for.  

Today’s reading from Philippians is one of the earliest passages in all the New Testament. Paul quotes an early Christian hymn describing Christ lowering himself. Such emptying, kenosis, understands the Cross as part of the same act of God we call the Incarnation. 

Though Christ was in the form of God,
he did not regard equality with God
as something to be grasped at,
but emptied himself,
taking the form of a slave,
being born in human likeness.
And being found in human form,
he humbled himself
and became heedful to the point of death--
even death on a cross.
Therefore God also highly exalted him
and gave him the name
that is above every name...

Paul quotes this hymn to say we must cultivate the same mind that Christ had.  Kenosis is something we too must make a lifetime practice.  Empty ourselves, humble ourselves, become heedful and attentive in all things, even when it may lead to the worst possible outcome.  It is in emptying ourselves that we are filled, in being heedful that we find empowerment.   It is in losing ourselves that we find ourselves, it is in dying that we are born to life.

When it says that Christ was “obedient, even to the point of death on the cross” it is not saying that God willed the death of Jesus.  It is simply saying that Jesus accepted the inevitable.   The Greek word hypokuo means “to listen attentively” under the authority of someone or something other than ourselves.

During this Lent, we have been reading about St. Francis of Assisi.  We have seen that success and competence is not the hallmark of a saint, but rather life-long conversion:  failing, and picking ourselves up again and again, and continuing on.  This is what heedfulness, attentiveness, humility, is all about. 

Francis, trying to follow Jesus, worked with lepers most of his life.  In his final years he bore on his own body the incipient lesions of leprosy that mimicked the wounds of Francis’ crucified Lord.   Attentiveness and kenosis means accepting hurt.

But it is not about the suffering or the horror.  It is about the continued heedfulness through it all.   As Paul writes, it is about the mind of Christ: the Christ who emptied himself and left the realms of light to become one of us, and then beyond that, actually lowered himself beneath us all. 

Kenosis says God emptied himself to become human, and then further emptied himself to descend far below what most of us humans expect.  Christ himself went beneath all things so that no matter how far we might fall, he is always there beneath us to catch us. As St. Athanasius said, "God became Man so Man could become god," or according to 2 Peter, that "we might become partakers of the divine nature" (2 Peter 1:4).    

Let us follow Jesus to dark Gethsemane and stark Calvary.  May the same mind and heart that was Christ’s be ours.  Thanks be to God.  Amen.