Monthly Archives: June 2017

A Thursday Reflection 6.29.17

Have you seen the video (gone viral) of the gorilla having fun in the kiddie pool?  The sheer joy of this animal splashing and seemingly dancing away (as the video is now set to a rock music background) is way more than cute.  It gives us a rare moment of watching an experience of sheer joy.
These days, animals seem to experience joy more than we do.  (I have watched Abby race up and down stairs in a maniacal fashion with what appears to be a smile or her sneaking up on a bunny knowing that she will only get so far and then let the chase begin!)  We exist in a culture that is demanding, stress inducing and time robbing.  Trying to schedule meetings in this parish is exhausting because we’re all limited in terms of time.  “Free time” has passed away into “the dustbin of history,” and so many of us desperately try to balance demands of work, home, spouse and children in our roles as married, parent, chauffeur, cook, master scheduler, volunteer and employee.  When do we get to experience some “joy?”
I am aware that many folks enjoy this blog more when its message is soft and uplifting.  But as a pastor and spiritual guide, sometimes I have to lay out the unpleasant truths folks do not wish to hear.  Part of one’s living into our priestly vows – promises I renewed the other day as I celebrated the 42nd anniversary of my ordination.
I pose not a judgment but a question:  how much joy is there in your life?  And if you are not or have not experienced an inner sense of peace and happiness with who you are as a child of God, as redeemed in Christ, and what you do in all the various activities created by the various roles you must play given your employment, lifestyle, residence, etc., then I have to ask:  what exactly is the point of having when you’ve lost the sense of being?
One can keep racing about listening to the noise and getting all our stuff done (or not) and be miserable in doing it.  But why would I do this?  We really have so little time here to do what God has asked us to do.  (Wait until you have the chance to review your first 60 years that have just sped by!)  Why waste that time being angry and stressed.  Or as Jesus so bluntly put it so many centuries ago:  “What does it profit a man to gain the whole world and lose his soul in the process?”   When were you last relaxed and happy, and if you can’t remember, then what do you intend to do about that?
– Fr. Joe

A Thursday Reflection 6.22.17

So many of you seem to enjoy this spiritual journal whenever I use Abby, our Anglican Border Collie, as an example of what to do or not to do.  This week, I want to share a conversation we had.  (Yes, I speak “Border Collie.” It is easier than 1st century Aramaic.  No, I am not a Collie “whisperer.”  Border Collies only shout; they do not whisper!)

So, Abby was complaining about the recent upheaval in her life.  Her mommy got so sick and had to go to the people vet and almost didn’t come home.  And when she did, she was given too much pain stuff and that stuff hurt her, and Abby was sad and scared.  Then the move to the new rectory.  All these strangers coming into her yard, packing her stuff, using her boxes and her tape, moving them from her house to the new house and breathing her air.  (We’re slightly obsessive: you think!)   Now her people-pack are in this new field and house with all these new strange smells to learn with new deer and bunnies and birds to have to chase and organize just when she was getting the rest of the old herd in line.  Now her mommy is better but not completely, so Abby still must sleep on the bed and make sure mommy is safe.

I tried to explain to her that Jesus (her redeemer as much as mine) taught us to put our faith in Him and not in the stuff of this life.  Some of that “stuff” are not just physical possessions.  His “kingdom” (actually the term is “kingship” – it’s a 1st century Aramaic word!) is “not of this world.” We’re only here as travelers, and only for a short time.  We pass our days guided by our loving Father who sent His Son to restore us, to divinize us, to redeem us.   Nothing much here is permanent: not our jobs, our aspirations, our inspirations, our affiliations.  We don’t even get to keep our same bodies: they grow and develop and then decline. (Just try jumping up the adjacent wall with Abby every time she now needs to go out and “take care of business.”)

Someday this beloved creature of God will die, as will I, as will we all.   We leave this place with its hurt and pain, its uncertainties and cares, its loves and hopes and dreams.  Hopefully, we have lived such lives that we return to the loving One who breathed life into us when the journey began, who sent the second “person” within God’s triune existence to live for us, die for us and rise to overcome death for us.    Our true “home” is not here.  Nothing “here” is changeless.

So, like it or not, nothing is permanent.  Change is not always good or easy, but change always happens.    In this fragile existence we call “life,” sickness, uncertainty, stress, confusion, anger, unfairness and the whole gamut of human states of being will and must occur.  So, hopefully, must love, peace, patience, courage and the rest of the fruits of the Spirit.   But it happens in such a short time.  So stop barking Abby!  This time of change will pass … until the next changes occur.  And God will guide us through them as well.

Abby’s Dad

A Thursday Reflection 6.15.17

What a whirlwind these months have been!   From the varied and frustrating trips to so many M.D.’s trying to ascertain why JoAnne was “breaking down,” through the intensity of the parish Lenten program (which is a great joy but always intellectually demanding to put together), through the end of the Confirmation program with this fantastic fearsome foursome with whom I met and taught over the months, through all the planning and prep and execution of Holy Week liturgies, through JoAnne’s surgery, missteps through recovery and now finally the move from rectory A to rectory B (with all the prep and stress that comes with that).

So what is God teaching me through all this chaos?  I who love to be in control and have things planned out weeks in advance must now react from moment to moment to answer a need.  My mind still thinks I am 25; my body scoffs at this!  I must spend time consoling Abby who doesn’t react to “change” in her life very well at all and thus proving that her breed of Border Collies – stemming from the England/Scotland border – are full blooded Anglicans who react with a howling “…but we never did it this way before!”

I’ve learned that one can lose a loved one in the blink of an eye despite all the best intentions to take away pain.  I am learning how frail we all are and how time forgives us not.  I find that I don’t miss TV or talk radio in the least, and I used to be an avid political and sports junkie.  I am learning how to be gracious in receiving the generosity of others, and admitting to self:  “Self, you cannot do this alone.”  It may not take a village, but it certainly takes a parish.  And of course I have re-learned that waiting around on uncomfortable chairs while your beloved does P.T. makes you feel as useless as a headache.

I have been taught these months that God is in control, not me.  And the Lord will continue to teach me over and over and over until I get it.

A Thursday Reflection 6.8.17

Last week my beloved canine companion reminded me of a deeply personal and theological truth even though, in her pain, she hardly intended to do so.   Do you remember the nasty two pronged thunder/lightning storm that passed through here last week?   Well the storm hit, and I sadly observed this Border collie (usually decisive and “poetry in motion”) utterly frozen in indecision.  Since JoAnne’s surgery, Abby has been hyper vigilant in protecting her “mommy.”   She sleeps or just rests on the bed keeping JoAnne under her watchful protection.  However, like most dogs, and in her case, intensely so, she is terrified of thunder.  There is a place in the house (on the bed in another room in the dark) where she rides out such storms as she shivers, quakes and cries.  But now the conundrum: Abby was caught between her self-imposed duty to protect her “sheep” while wanting to flee in fear.  Her eyes expressed both terror and confusion, and as a result she was frozen in the hallway – suspended between duty and terror.

Now Abby is but a dog, and she can be endearing and annoying, tragic and triumphant – almost as much as we humans.   But she is NOT one of us.  Unlike all other creatures, only we humans are described in sacred scripture as having been created “in the image of God.”  We baptized Christians are also defined by St. Paul as “the Body of Christ” – His presence in the world.  We have a purpose in this world, and our lives are not to be defined merely by instinct or desire.

And yet, as I watched poor Abby and tried to comfort her amidst the cracks of “heavenly noise,” I was sadly reminded that we can fall into that same trap.  We can be caught between what we ought to do and what we want to do.  We can allow fear to freeze us into inaction.  People do this.  I’ve seen parishes do this, and I pray we never slide into that kind of inertia.

Being open to the Spirit means sometimes returning to our responsibilities in spite of fear.  It means being where we may not wish to be doing what we do not wish to do.  The risen Jesus told Peter that the day would come where he would be led where he would never wish to go!  And Jesus may at times direct us, His church, in the same way.  Fear may be real, but it is never the solution.

A Thursday Reflection 6.1.17

I am no longer surprised by the capacity for humans to delude themselves.  It used to surprise me, then anger me, and then even sadden me.  But now I just sigh.  So what else is new! This is simply my observation (and prayer).
As I sit at this desk on the Saturday of the Memorial Day weekend, from my window I just observed a person, sitting in her car in our parking lot rapidly consume a hugely loaded bagel before she quick pace walked down to the O.A. meeting in Lawrence Hall.  Self-delusion?
This isn’t a sermon about healthy eating or sensible food choices.  I’m sure those thoughts are uttered often enough.  But this is reflection about the Feast of Pentecost (this coming Sunday) and the need for each of us to reopen our hearts to the Holy Spirit and the Spirit’s manifold gifts including wisdom, prudence and discretion.
I think ours is a world that has become so “me” oriented, so averse to “me being judged” that we assume the right (the license, as it were) to think, say or do anything that we choose whether it is harmful to us or anyone else.   The Holy Spirit is about unity, community, and a brother and sister hood of believers who support each other, love each other, and try to build each other up in their journey of faith.  Culture seems to exalt isolation, “my” individual choices and rights and the need to put others down as we wander aimlessly seeking happiness wherever it cannot be found.  And we think this is “good” – and the way things should be.  More self-delusion!
This Sunday, the Feast of Pentecost challenges us to renew who we are in Christ and to reignite our faith in Christ by reflecting the Spirit’s gifts given to us.  How well we use those gifts in our journey to achieve our purpose is a matter of our choice to live “in the Spirit” or to delude ourselves again and again that life without God is fulfilling us!