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Wednesday, December 2, 2020

Living in coronavirusworld 219: John the Baptist, back again



11/30


Morningside Park tree



In the cold and dark, I walk. There is a single tree lighted in Morningside Park. Happy to see it. I take in the first neighborhood Christmas decorations. 


In tonight’s Bible study, we are preparing for the Second Sunday in Advent. One of my favorite Sundays. In secular culture, we welcome Santa Claus. In the church, John the Baptist make his annual appearance. This year, we read the story in Mark 1: 1-8. 


On first hearing, Amber Lee likes the idea of being changed from the inside out. Michael likes the drama. Marsha loves the change of “infrastructure,” that broad highway. And Dion, who knows from personal experience, the call to transformation.  And as Michael points out, you cannot hear the words o          f Isaiah without hearing Handel’s Messiah. I recall how we once had a study of “the Gospel according to Handel,” his majestic creation formal tie it’s own unique witness.


I share that it is subversive from the opening words. “Gospel” was used by the Romans to announce military victories. The word “Christ” for one who was “anointed” and “Son of God” usually attributed ot the emperor. In other words, Mark takes the language of the empire and stands it on its head. This is announcing a victorious one like w ehe. Never experienced before. This is the announcement of sn alternate “empire.” It’s important to not estate for Mark, the term “Christ” is honorific, not divine. And ”son of God”means an obedient Servan, no ta biological declaration of procreation.


Mark places his story in the wilderness, where the fleeing exiled children of Israel became a people. He draws on the language of Isaiah, especially 40, to create the agenda for this anointed one. 


The act of Baptism is associate with the cleansing  waters of the mikvah. Where one goes to become ritually “clean” again and also to become “converted.” John is in essence saying that the institutional form of the religion of Israel has become so corrupted, so in collaboration with empire as to require an act of rebirth, recreation, not in the temple or its environs but in the wilderness. As for repentance of sins, we have come to think of the word as connoting individual shortcomings, but for John, like the prophets he recalls, it refers to the rebellion of a people against their covenant with the creator. As we have since found in the Dead Sea Scrolls, baptism was a rejection of the Temple, its ethos and culture.


John’s appearances, apparel and diet recall Elijah, the forerunner of redemption, and also the Nazirite tradition of ascetic commitment and accompanying strength, like Samson with his flowing hair. One can almost see the dreadlocks. 


We recall from other gospels that John was a child of a temple official, Zechariah, a tall steeple preacher as it were. And a cousin of Jesus. A sixties era counterculture icon. But not here. In Mark, he simply appears. 


Marvel comics and their related movies feature superheroes and sooner or later their “origin stories.” Here we have the Jesus ‘origin story.” Matthew and Luke have magic baby stories and John the cosmic Christ who arrives like Ka-lel from the planet Krypton. But in Mark, no Mary, Joseph, carpenter story. None of that. Jesus is just a man drawn to what he has heard of John to the wilderness. It’s helpful to approach this story as if it were the only one. Reading on a few verses we note that while John understands his forerunner role, he does not single out Jesus. And as for the spirt that calls out Jesus as he is baptized, only Jesus sees and hears  this. The stripped down spare language of Mark’s words is  powerful in its singular beauty.  We read twice the prophet Isaiah (61):


 1cThe Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me,
    because the Lord has anointed me
    to proclaim good news to the poor.
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
    to proclaim freedom for the captives
    and release from darkness for the prisoners,[a]

to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor
    and the day of vengeance of our God,
to comfort all who mourn,

    and provide for those who grieve in Zion—
to bestow on them a crown of beauty
    instead of ashes,
the oil of joy
    instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise
    instead of a spirit of despair.


And we realize these are the very ones called out as “blessed” in the Beatitudes, the Sermon on the Mount we read a few weeks ago. The year of the Lord’s favor being the realization of the long awaited fulfillment of the jubilee with its reboot for all families, forgiveness of debts and restoration of lost land. Like Jesus’ self avowed work was to make the jubilee a reality. 


Mark was trying to connect an occupied people with its heritage as free people. With awareness that its failure to care for the least  of these weakened the bonds that held together  a society and opened thee door to colonial  l occupation and exile. 


So what does this  mean for us in our own day? How are we occupied ? In exile? What would repentance look like for us? What new birth, what inn dwelling of God do we look forward to celebrating on December 25th? And are we willing to be changed?


This will clearlry be a different “holiday  season.” Much of the usual hustle and bustle, shopping, rounds of parties, etc. not happening or made virtual. But our community time as church can still be a refuge, a place of quiet, peace and reflection as we contemplate the coming of the holy one in our midst. 


Let’s see where the journey will lead.



Mark 1: 1-8


1The beginning of the good news of Jesus Christ, the Son of God.

2As it is written in he prophet Isaiah,
     “See, I am sending my messenger ahead of you,
          who will prepare your way;
3   the voice of one crying out in the wilderness:
          ‘Prepare the way of the Lord,
          make his paths straight,’”
4John the baptizer appeared in the wilderness, proclaiming a baptism of repentance for the forgiveness of sins. 5And people from the whole Judean countryside and all the people of Jerusalem were going out to him, and were baptized by him in the river Jordan, confessing their sins. 6Now John was clothed with camel’s hair, with a leather belt around his waist, and he ate locusts and wild honey. 7He proclaimed, “The one who is more powerful than I is coming after me; I am not worthy to stoop down and untie the thong of his sandals. 8I have baptized you with water; but he will baptize you with the Holy Spirit.”




Monday, December 10, 2018

Advent 2: Getting Ready

12/9
Ready for Christmas at Good Shepherd Faith



I arrived at Good Shepherd Faith on the Second Sunday of Advent to find the place all a sparkle and glowing. (In large part thanks to Elder Neil..) After lighting the candles,
Lighting the Advent candles
prayers, hymns and scripture, here was the reflection I shared with the church...


So I'd made a big mistake yesterday. I went downtown to do some Christmas shopping at Macy's. I had forgotten  it was that one day when  the very image of a Santa suit strikes terror into the hearts of even the most hardened and hardy New Yorkers. Santacon Saturday.....

One of my best New York memories was the year when a surging wave of Black Lives Matter marchers crossed paths with a wavering surge of drunk Santas. For a few blocks we had drunk guys in Santa suits chanting "Black lives matter." and a few had to be helped back to their original path. That's12/9

I arrived at Good Shepherd Faith on the Second Sunday of Advent to find the place all a sparkle and glowing. (In large part thanks t Elder Neil..) After lighting the candles, prayers, hymns and scripture, here was the reflection I shared with them....

So I'd made a big mistake yesterday. I went downtown to do some Christmas shopping at Macy's. I had forgotten  it was that one day when  the very image of a Santa suit strikes terror into the hearts of even the most hardened and hardy New Yorkers. 

One of my best New York memories was the year when a surging wave of Black Lives Matter marchers crossed paths with a wavering surge of drunk Santas. For a few blocks we had drunk guys in Santa suits chanting "Black lives matter." and a few had to be helped back to their original path.  Like they sing in the the Radio City Music Hall spectacular  sequence,  that's "Christmas in New York."

Getting  ready. I was out to get ready. That's what we're up to these days.

Like Paul Simon sings:

From early in November to the last week of December
I got money matters weighing me down
Oh the music may be merry, but it's only temporary
I know Santa Claus is coming to town
In the days I work my day job, in the nights I work my night
But it all comes down to working man's pay
Getting ready, I'm getting ready, ready for Christmas Day

And that's what our gospel is about today...I always look forward to this day because it's John the Baptist coming back again.  He's such an interesting character. Especially as a cousin to Jesus. We don't often think about the fact that his father was a priest in the temple. I mean the temple. He was, in essence, the son of what  we call a tall steeple preacher. You couldn't be more establishment. He's like one of those rich kids who turn hippy or ran away and joined Occupy Wall Street. And he's out there in the desert in animal skins and a raw nature diet preparing the way for his poor cousin Jesus. Straight from the prophet Isaiah (and you can almost here Handel:

"The voice of one crying out in the wilderness:

'Prepare the way of the Lord,

make his paths straight.

5Every valley shall be filled,

and every mountain and hill shall be made low,

and the crooked shall be made straight,


and the rough ways made smooth;

6and all flesh shall see the salvation of God.'"

(For what it's worth, Isaiah was a court prophet as opposed to street prophets like Micah and Amos...)

One thing I want you to see is how specific Luke is about timing:  

1In the fifteenth year of the reign of Emperor Tiberius, when Pontius Pilate was governor of Judea, and Herod was ruler of Galilee, and his brother Philip ruler of the region of Ituraea and Trachonitis, and Lysanias ruler of Abilene, 2during the high priesthood of Annas and Caiaphas, the word of God came to John son of Zechariah in the wilderness. 

He wants to put all this in a very specific socio- historio- political context. To tell this story about a specific time and place. Because that's how God breaks into our world...it always takes the particular to reveal the universal. Jesus comes to us in the second year of Trump's Presidency when Cuomo  was governor of New York and Di Blasio mayor of the city and Egan Cardinal of the city...you get the idea...

And by implication, God comes to us, the incarnation comes to us, Jesus comes to us, in the specific context of our lives. And let me tell you...the specific context of our lives, right now, today, is not easy...

My son last week at my birthday brunch asked me if I remembered a time in my life that was "so weird"...and I said, "Yeah, 1968...a sitting President decides not to run, Martin Luther King, Jr assassinated, leading Democrat candidate Bobby Kennedy assasinated, Democratic convention descends into chaos, mired deep in Vietnam and we wind up with Nixon as President...yeah, that was a rough year..."
(By the way, my band is doing a production of a 1968 album...of 12 people onstage, only 3 were alive i 1968. One who was 4, one who was 11...and me...)

So how do we respond, prepare in our day?  How many here remember "Amahl  and the Night Visitors"? It was an annual event for my family growing up.  I saw a production last week that profoundly moved me.  Onsite Opera staged it at Holy Apostles Soup kitchen. Right after a meal. The lead roles were all opera professionals but the chorus was made up mainly of current (and formerly) homeless people. (Once again, breaking our stereotypes..) Amahl's mother starts off wiping the tables and the opera emerges from the heart of the kitchen, which is actually the sanctuary of the church. OSO has partnered with "Breaking Ground," an organization that works to move homeless people from shelters to permanent affordable housing.(see  http://west-parkpress.blogspot.com/2018/12/amahl-and-night-visitors-from-soup.html )

That to me is a wonderful example of how an arts organization seeks to, as my Jewish friends say, "heal the world,""..preparing the way.."

A friend of mine in Ottawa, a former Occupier and tattoo artist, is working with others to fill backpacks with clothes and necessities, including hand knit scarves and mittens, for that city's homeless.

Years ago this church helped me create an annual concert for the homeless. It moved on to be on its own, but nevertheless was a creative cooperative effort.

We do what we can. In the ways that are appropriate to us. 
I'll finish with these words of Paul Simon:

If I could tell my Mom and Dad that the things we never had
Never mattered we were always okay
Getting ready, oh ready, ready for Christmas Day
Ready, getting ready
For the power and the glory and the story of the
Christmas Day

And so I ask you? How are you getting ready for Christmas Day? What are your stories?

I get various answers. One man's wife has just lost her mother. Wondering how to celebrate Christmas a time of grief. i recalled the Christmas my grandmother died. The importance of family being together. Others of the importance as a place of quiet during a time bustling with activity. A single mother  speaks one speaks of the importance of the Radio City Music Hall Spectacular to her daughter.  And a young man is continuing to do his annual project of answering the letter to Santa of children from a housing project even though he is unemployed this year. We do what we can. 

A time for coffee and cake and then back into the cold. Getting ready for Christmas....












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Saturday, December 10, 2016

Advent 3: What songs bring you peace?

 12/4/16



Today we sing the second verse of Barbara Lundblad’s rewriting of  O Come Immanuel…as we light our candles…

O come, O come, Immanuel
And bless each place your people dwell.
Melt ev’ry weapon crafted for war,
Bring peace upon the earth forever more.
Rejoice, rejoice! Take heart and do not fear,
God’s chosen one, Immanuel, draws near.
2. O come, green shoot of Jesse, free
Your people from despair and apathy;
Forge justice for the poor and the meek,
Grant safety for the young ones and the weak

Today’s theme is “peace”. And I am not feeling much peace. In fact, as I was preparing for leading my lectionary study group last Wednesday, I found myself getting annoyed. The passages seemed too familiar and predictable…the sense of apocalyptic, the very straight forward and obvious calls for justice and righteousness, the prophetic zeal of John the Baptist. The beautiful vision of Isaiah.  It’s so easy to take any one of these  and fly off in a righteous sounding way. But so what? or how to have a new insight? As I said, I am not feeling peace…

I still can’t come to terms with the election….The President-elect seems to confirm the theory that he really  didn’t believe he’d be elected.  And/or is not really interested in governing. 
#  He wants to “sleep in his own bed,” he wants to create west wing on 5th ave…(I did hear he wants to attend 5th Avenue Presbyterian Church…
# He is still holding rallies like he’s still campaigning….it’s what he enjoys best…and seems he wants to do so even after his inauguration
#  He is  appointing people who have the worst traits associated to the Republican party. 

There are daily reports of acts of xenophobia perpetrated in the name of “Trump”….the flood gates have been opened…and the mainstream media keeps trying to “normalize” things…

Beyond Trump, there’s the ongoing struggle at Standing Rock….this weekend some 2000 military veterans are going there to provide security and solidarity  (this one’s on Obama to do the right thing…while he’s still President…)

Voices are still crying out for justice for Eric Garner…while Officer Pantaleo believes that once our new president is inaugurated, he’ll have a better chance…

I could be going to protests/actions every day..there’s a march today to Gracie Mansion to demand action on officer Pantaleo…there’s a rally taking place to show solidarity for Standing Rock…there’s a black community tribute to Fidel Castro..
a community remembers...
I want to go out and protest but something holds me back….

We’re going to talk about songs today..and I’ll start with John the Baptists’s song…and yes, it is apocalyptic...

But as President OBAMA told us…IT’s NOT the APOCALYPSE.. We have to ask ourselves however, who are we in his prophesy? Are we among the brood of vipers? … John is completely  unuanced…he doesn’t care what people think…doesn’t soften his message so that people “can hear it” (thank you Jill Duffiield…who says, as a preacher, ..”he is everything I am not…”  BUT in this congregation, people keep coming to me not in repentance but in need of comfort…..we participated last week in the weekend of witness with MICAH and the Justice League….including the demand to fire Pantaleo…why does that make me anxious?  Maybe because of the two young men from this congregation who serve on the police force……Latino immigrants who truly signed to protect, defend and serve…..

Like in our understanding of why Hillary failed…my mentor, Philip Newell always said,  the  Liberals are the  true problem…they enjoy the benefits of privilege with no guilt because after all, they’re liberals…. and they don’t count the notes….During Occupy, in my talk at Yale I related that thought  and was taken to task by liberal funders…I am constantly reminded by the critique of my  kids, and grass root organizers like my friend  Jason,  my friends the Communists… I want a new radical community…one that is countercultural…we have to hear John’s words directed to us…individually and personally ….I wonder, OK, it's a story, but what if his father Zechariah, like it says in the Bible, truly was a temple priest, a tall steeple preacher…that makes John a child of privilege….that makes Jesus the po’boy cousin…and I have to wonder and what’s at work in his psychology?

What I learn from my migrant work….Stony point’s efforts at interfaith organizing …and Standing Rock…I DON’T FEEL LIKE PEACE….

The Truth be told….we are all BOTH wheat and chaff…..

It takes songs of HOPE to keep us going….
ISAIAH’s song…takes us back to the Peaceable Kingdom again…let’s start with the “root” that springs forth from the stump….you think life has been snuffed out, and a green shoot “springs forth”…(we’re now learning from the Hidden Life of Trees, about the social nature  of trees…about their  sending life to the stump..
The stump...

Author  Peter Wohlleben has delighted readers and talk-show audiences alike with the news — long known to biologists — that trees in the forest are social beings. They can count, learn and remember; nurse sick neighbors; warn each other of danger by sending electrical signals across a fungal network known as the “Wood Wide Web”; and, for reasons unknown, keep the ancient stumps of long-felled companions alive for centuries by feeding them a sugar solution through their roots.

Isaiah wants us to imagine that shoot…(.identical words in Isaiah and Micah…Micah saw “Jerusalem of blood..” he was grassroots prophet…Isaiah’s mood was that of a profound sadness…he prophesied from the inside…)both spoke of a true day of peace.such a full day of peace that the natural violence of creation is set aside…natural enemies lie down together(perhaps warily) and lions eat hay…we’ll be vegans…
The Peaceable Kingdom

Note that Isaiah celebrates something that is already under way…after a time of national devastation comes  HOPE…let us pay attention..                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   
So the question is what songs bring us peace?
There is  an ongoing conversation in world of artists…about getting across messages of spirit or justice: didactic vs. intuitive
Nevertheless, we always need the sustaining power and value of a PETE SEEGER 
As for MY SONGS…after the conventions I began ending my performances with Dylan’s                                                                                               It's A Hard Rain…
Then Mary Gauthier’s Mercy Now…
….and new  “Anthem”



So……What songs bring you peace? Inspire?  For some at this time of year it is Christmas music with it’s  themes of Joy and Hope….for Jeremy it’s Toshi Reagon..we need to sing our song together to bring us peace…and inspire us to work of peace…

After our prayers, we break bread together and go out into the world…

Thank you Leila