A Sermon for the Sixth Sunday after the Epiphany

By: David H. May, Rector

 

Bob Hetherington used a little phrase in his sermon on the day of Epiphany that has stuck with me over these past six weeks. Bob said the words, but as he always prays beforehand, I think God must’ve made them God’s words, at least for me. Bob talked about how we were entering into the season of Epiphany. And he said, Epiphany is the ‘season of revelation’. I’ve carried that as a hope that in this season, God would reveal to us what we hadn’t seen before and hadn’t known before of his loving purposes and couldn’t have seen or known if God hadn’t shown us.

Here’s a simple example of revelation. Maybe there’s someone in church you’ve seen right there in their pew. And you’ve seen them there for the three years or the thirty years you’ve been coming to this church. But the truth is, you’re not quite sure who they are or even, truthfully, what their name is. You’ve just never quite ended up in each other’s lives. Nothing intentional. You’ve just never really crossed paths.

But then one Sunday, you run into him in the narthex after church. You thought he was heading for the door but then he turns and there you are face to face. There’s a moment, a little recognition, a pause. Then he says to you, “Good morning.” And then, “when I come into church, I always see you in your pew there. I know we don’t really know each other, but it always makes me glad to know you’re there. Hope that’s not too odd a thing to say.”

That’s a revelation. Something you couldn’t have known on your own. Who knew? God is using you to give a blessing and you never even knew it. Maybe it seems like a small thing. Maybe it is. But maybe even a small revelation like that changes things in a bigger way. And maybe God is there revealing something bigger.

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A Sermon for the First Sunday After Christmas

By: David H. May, Rector

I remember when my sons were young, I used to try to describe to them people who were really important to me, family members, friends, but who were gone now, who had died. People like my grandmother or my best friend who died suddenly when he was just 39. It was so frustrating. I couldn’t recreate for them what my grandmother’s presence was like when she was cooking in her kitchen, or the way she hummed as she made pastry crust and the way she smelled blended with the smell of cooking green beans. I couldn’t recreate for them the silly and completely hysterical way my best friend used to poke fun at himself and the crooked smile he had.

Since I’ve been here at St. Mary’s, some of you have tried to introduce me to members of this parish who have died. I hear the stories, but of course I can’t quite grab hold of the person, I can’t really get it. About the closest you can come to meeting someone who is gone is through the special look a person gets in their eyes or on their face, or the change that comes overs their voice when they are talking about that person.

There’s just no substitute for the real thing, for the real presence and experience of another person. You can give the idea of a person, but it’s like trying to describe what a raspberry tastes like. It always falls far short of the real thing.

We need the real thing in the flesh; and there’s just not substitute.

There’s a familiar story of a four-year old girl and her parents who had had a particularly long and trying day. After putting their daughter to bed, her parents collapsed into bed too. But the little girl was too tired to fall asleep and became fearful of the dark.

“Mom! Dad!” she cried out just as her parents were closing their eyes, “come here! I’m scared!”

One of her parents called back, “It’s ok. God is there with you.”

A minute passed.

“Mom! Dad! I said come here! I’m really scared!”

“But sweetie, we told you, God is there with you.”

She called out, “I know he is, but I need something with skin on them!”

So do we. We need the real thing, a real presence. The Bible has a special word for this presence. In Hebrew, the word is nephesh. We translate that as ‘spirit’, but it means much more than that. Your nephesh is that spirit of you, that you that makes you you. And, your nephesh only exists with skin on it.

It’s like all great theological words and ideas we have. They are only real, we only understand them when they have skin on them.

Like the word love. Try to define love. I think it’s pretty much impossible. But when someone tells you they love you, then it’s real. Or even better, my New Testament professor once said: “It’s all fine and good for you to give me this idea that you love me. But better still is for you to kiss me. Give me your kiss, not just this idea that you love me!”

In our world, you can hear people expressing this same longing for the real thing. They know they need empty places filled, they know that they are longing for something. I’m afraid that too often we in the church try to give them an idea of God. But that’s not what they want, not really. They don’t want an idea, they don’t want to hear about ‘how God loves them’. They want love with skin on it.

Which is precisely what the mysterious, radiant words of today’s Gospel reading says has happened: God has kissed the world, because “the Word became flesh and lived among us…and we have seen his glory…full of grace and truth”.

Through this Word made flesh, this man Jesus of Nazareth, God has put skin on his ‘I love you’ with a kiss.

Which is still – I have to admit – just sort of an idea without skin on it. Except that here we all are together with each other in-the-flesh. And we are two or three gathered together in his Name so that through the mysterious workings of grace, Christ is by your side even now, making us his Body. All the great theological ideas have skin put on them right here, right now through your lives. No one has to try and tell you about an idea of God. Be that idea with skin on it. Love. Forgiveness. Compassion. Justice. They don’t exist anywhere if people don’t put skin on them for each other, and for all those people with empty places who – (and good for them!) – aren’t satisfied with just some idea of God.

Of course, sometimes – and I don’t want to be too hard with this, but – sometimes we’d rather God just be an idea, something we think about; sometimes we are like a child who pushes a parent away who’s all puckered up and ready to plant a great big one on them. We are reluctant – sometimes – for the real thing. Except that your nephesh, your true self whom God has created you to be will always be restless for God, will always lean forward, will incline your heart to that place where God’s kiss is given and received, the place where the Word becomes flesh, and through whom grace and truth are given.

So it is, then, that whenever you forgive one another, the Word that spoke the creation into being becomes flesh, and Christ is born. Wherever you show love for the world that God loves, the Word that was born in a manger in Bethlehem becomes flesh, and Christ is born. Wherever you offer healing, the Word that brought sight to the blind, becomes flesh, and Christ is born. Wherever you stand with the poor and the outcast, the lonely and the unlovable, the Word that filled up hungry people with bread from heaven, becomes flesh, and Christ is born. Whenever you step across the boundaries we’ve all drawn around each other with a word of peace, the Word that laid down his life for you, becomes flesh, and Christ is born. And whenever you can stop squirming long enough to receive God’s kiss of peace, the Word that raised Jesus from the dead, become flesh, and Christ is born.

It’s not an idea we’re supposed to try to tell people about. It’s not someone who is not here anymore that we’re trying to describe. It’s our own lives, our own selves with skin on it that we are meant to offer as the way that God puts skin on his love for this world to bring healing and hope again. And again. And again, the Word becomes flesh. Amen.

A Sermon for the Second Sunday of Advent

By: David H. May, Rector

 

For about ten years, from my late teens to my late 20’s, I tried to make it as a professional actor.  When people find that out, one of the things they are most curious about is, ‘how do you learn all those lines?’  It’s actually not that hard.  Well, that’s not completely true.  Depending on the part, it can be pretty hard.  But you just have to do it.  That’s what rehearsal is for.  You have to get all those words and all the movement down pat so that once you open, you can repeat the performance over and over again.  And you have to repeat it exactly.  Any actor who thinks it’ll be a sign of artistic genius to ‘go off script’ and improvise and make up lines during a performance will find themselves replaced.  Of course, there’s room for artistic expression.  But there’s no room for changing your lines or leaving them out or making up your own.  You have to stay on script.

The only reason I bring this up is that while staying ‘on script’ works great for the theatre, it doesn’t work quite so well in real life, at least not eventually.  Here’s what I mean.  We all grow up in a cast of characters that includes – if we’re lucky – first our family and then our neighbors, kids in school, then characters in the town or city.  And as we grow up, we learn rules about the plot lines of the life we’re living, some history about where we come from and where we’re going and why; we learn about various heroes and villains; we get a moral sense of good and bad, things like that.  Most of us eventually have a pretty reliable script that we turn to to know our lines in any given situation.

And maybe most of the time the script we’re carrying around more or less works most of the time.  Until it doesn’t.

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