Advent 4: Love...and what about Jospeh?

12/18

The theme for the fourth …and last…Sunday of Advent was “Love”…and we were joined by our friends from the Seed Group of the Workcenter of Jerzy Grotowski and Thomas Richards. (They meet every Wednesday at West-Park). They finished our  service with another moving performance of their special music and movement, each taking a turn as leader..As Jeremy Goren said, Our songs may not speak directly to the theme, Advent and Love. But we bring them with love and we hope that the love shines through.  And it did. 

Our friends from the Seed Group

Lading a song

Before they shared their songs, we shared one in old call and  response form, Mary Had a Baby…

And we reflected on Joseph….here were our thoughts…

And the 4th Sunday is LOVE….as last Sunday was about Mary, this Sunday belongs to  Joseph…before I go further, impressions?

(And one  said courage. And another patience. And another love…

He is the patron saint of workers, the patron saint of May Day…he worked his hands in wood as a carpenter.   We have his story…an unexpected pregnancy….that could have dire results for Mary…not to mention his feelings…then the  visit of an angel…with an UNBELIEVABLE message….

If this is not a history, a Instagram or tweet or livestreaming from the scene, but a story, What then are we to see?

What i see first is trust.

…and Love…

We note that he….has no relations with her….until the child is born…some in  my lectionary group saw this as perhaps a continued resentment or estrangement..I said that idea sounds like 21st century isogesis…reading into…

There has always been this Speculation about Joseph..….this ancient English Cherry tree carol…from pseudo-Matthew…or the Infancy Gospel of James……and, surprisingly, the Koran..only ion the Koran the story is told of a date plan and dates..by the time we get to old England, it’s cherries…of Joseph’s doubts and anger..

(so I sing the carol…one of the few collected Child ballads on a sacred theme..)

He virtually disappears from story……I always wondered about his death…about this last conversation with the son he had raised….was it like Jonathan Kent and Superman, if Martha had given birth to Clark?  the bottom line is ….it was an act of love…

These are hard days we are living in….and uncertain….there is no time for debate about  doctrine….or theological fine points…what I hear over and over again in the conversations I hear, spiritual  or secular, Christian or communist, is LOVE….it’s almost like going back to the Beatles, all we need is love…a love that is courageous…and patient…and active…and strong…love..it’s that simple…

Thank you Leila and Pat

Second Sunday in Lent: What's on your agenda?

2/21

And for our reflection today:

If there was an alternate title for today’s reflection it would be

A look at Jesus’ day planner…what we’re getting around to here is that Lent is a time of self examination, of spring training, of spring cleaning, of putting things in order…and we’ll get there by looking at an experience of Jesus….

Jesus’ actions and sermons have started attracting the wrong kind of attention…so some Pharisees come to warn him….that Herod wants him dead…notice this…the Pharisees tend to get a pretty bad rap in the New Testament, We miss that in many ways, they were natural alkies of Jesus and his cadres.  They believed that the Temple was not necessary, that the God lived in the WORD and that God was wherever the WORD was. And like the Protestants who would come later, they tended to get a little bit self-righteous, take it a little far. In fact, for us ministers, they’re like our Jewish cousins. They are not priests. I am not a priest. They are teachers. I am a teaching elder. After the fall of the temple, they kept Judaism alive. They are the direct ancestors of today’s rabbis. Our neighbors and colleagues.

SO Jesus tells them to take Herod a message. (Does he figure they’re going to talk to him anyway?) And what is the message?

Today: casting out demons and performing cures

Tomorrow: casting out demons and performing cures

The third day: finish my work…

That’s his plan…

Bu then this…he must be on his way…why? A prophet cannot die outside of Jerusalem…

Hmmmmm….why?

OK….politically, when Herod the great died, he divided his kingdom in 3 parts…Antipas (Herod) had the Galilee, Philip the Golan heights and Archelaus, Judea and the big cities. But he was a screw up. SO Rome put their own man in there as procurator, as governor. And that would be Pilate.

Does that mean part of Jesus’ agenda was to be killed by Rome? (He’s still in Galilee according to Luke…he’s got to get to Jerusalem…where the seat of power of the EMPIRE, the temple and Rome, ruled.

Jerusalem was to be the blessed, Yerushalayim shel zahav, Jerusalem the gold…as you approach it from outside the city, it appears above you, shimmering in the sun like gold…it is the city of peace….But it was not…and it is not.

It is occupied, corrupted by that occupation and oppressive…unlike John who went from Jerusalem to the wilderness, Jesus knows he’s got to go  to Jerusalem, to the belly of the beast, so to speak…

And you hear in his voice the sound of a scorned lover….how often have I…..?....and there’s that beautiful image of  a mother hen spreading her wings…and we, the chicks…

Like Heschel said, a prophet speaks from LOVE…he is of the people speaking to the people.

Your house is left to you….in other words, I’m leaving…

And he ends by foreshadowing their Palm Sunday entry into Jerusalem…

Jerusalem remains powerful for us…the Book of Revelation uses the image of a new Jerusalem, a Jerusalem redeemed and restored…(Bruce Cockburn sang

Let's hear a laugh for the man of the world
Who thinks he can make things work
Tried to build the New Jerusalem
And ended up with New York
Ha Ha Ha...)

So the question is so what?

Okay…two things… first…what would it mean to love your city, or your country, like Jesus loved Jerusalem? What would it call you to do? In these days of the most, shall we say, interesting, Presidential primaries in years. What is our responsibility? I’m asking you to think about it …I can’t tell you..

But here’s the second…take a  look at Jesus’ planner…he knows exactly where he wants to get to…and he knows what he has to do before he goes there…

Is it possible for us to have that same kind of clarity? So for this week’s Lenten exercise…

What is your Jerusalem? What will it take to get there? What do you need to put on your to do list for today and tomorrow in order to get to the third day?

And I wonder, if we’re clearer where we’re headed as a community, does that make us clearer as to where we’re going as individuals? Or if we clarify our individual destination, does that impact our community commitments?

Maybe you can tell what’s on my mind these days…try thinking about it this week…see where that takes you…

Amen

¹At that very hour some Pharisees came and said to him, "Get away from here, for Herod wants to kill you."³²He said to them, "Go and tell that fox for me, 'Listen, I am casting out demons and performing cures today and tomorrow, and on the third day I finish my work. ³³Yet today, tomorrow, and the next day I must be on my way, because it is impossible for a prophet to be killed outside of Jerusalem.' ³⁴Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the city that kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to it! How often have I desired to gather your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings, and you were not willing! ³⁵See, your house is left to you. And I tell you, you will not see me until the time comes when you say, 'Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord.'"

A collar helps

9/4

Finally get to church after a morning at a Department of Buildings hearing. Experience told me to get here before the doors open and get my file into the process. And to wear a collar. Always helps. I won an adjournment  until the end of October, the longest allowed. 

Then a meeting with Pastor Heidi where we reviewed where we are with food justice and decided with all the energy tied up with the upcoming Climate march, we need to wait until after the Jewish holidays, call our colleagues together, review what we had previously planned to do and then see what we still had  energy to do. And both of us would remain committed to the SWEAT campaign and that I would reach out to Jo Ann the organizer for an update. 

Russ is by and we go for lunch and another conversation  about congregational revitalization. He tells me how he got connected to the Wild Goose Festival through Peter Heltsel of New York Theological Seminary’s Micah Institute. (http://www.nyts.edu/the-micah-institute/). He found his sound and stage skills quickly in demand.

I share my conversation with Kristen. Russ has a reading list for me that includes Phyllis Tickle’s  Emergence Christianity: What It Is, Where It Is Going, and Why It Matters  and Diana Butler Bass’ Christianity after Religion and Christianity for the Rest of Us. Somehow the conversation  winds around to Kurahara’s film version of Mishima’s Thirst for Love.

Russ is reviving his podcast show Love in a Dangerous Time, a title familiar to Bruce Cockburn fans.  or Burnheads, Russ says. (Would love to build a church that Cockburn would just have to come buy next time he is in town...) He invites me to be his first guest. We’ll tape tomorrow.

The 12th day of Christmas: Epiphany and the Three Kings

1/5

We'll walk in the light

The 12^th day of Christmas. Of course had to clear Joe and his woman off the steps. Again. The temperature is rising. Creating a dangerous situation.  A filmy layer of water over the ice. I’m getting texts from people afraid to venture out. I know what that means.

Jeremy arrives and we do a quick run through of our music.

When John arrives, it’s time to begin.

We start with our old familiar Sanctuary. ( Lord prepare me….) I say that our old song continues to grow like musical weeds in the ecumenical garden. Jane’s congregation named itself Sanctuary. Alistair and West End picked it up. Then the his resident Jewish congregation Romemu took it on. And at our community Thanksgiving service, the new cantor at Rodeph laid it on like whipped cream topping  over Hinei ma tov uma naim.

Our opening song was the traditional We Three Kings and I tell my cousin story again. (….Orientar… http://west-parkpress.blogspot.com/2013/01/epiphanyel-dia-de-los-tres-reyes-magos.html ).

We begin our scripture readings with Isaiah 60: 1-6.

Arise, shine; for your light has come, 
          and the glory of the LORD has risen upon you. 
²   For darkness shall cover the earth, 
          and thick darkness the peoples; 
     but the LORD will arise upon you, 
          and his glory will appear over you. 
³   Nations shall come to your light, 
          and kings to the brightness of your dawn.

⁴   Lift up your eyes and look around; 
          they all gather together, they come to you; 
     your sons shall come from far away, 
          and your daughters shall be carried on their nurses’ arms. 
⁵   Then you shall see and be radiant; 
          your heart shall thrill and rejoice, 
     because the abundance of the sea shall be brought to you, 
          the wealth of the nations shall come to you. 
⁶   A multitude of camels shall cover you, 
          the young camels of Midian and Ephah; 
          all those from Sheba shall come. 
     They shall bring gold and frankincense, 
          and shall proclaim the praise of the LORD.

We notice the contrast of darkness and light, the light shining through the darkness.  A song of restoration  on the edge of captivity and occupation. Nations coming from afar. A universal, not a local vision. Ah, and here are kings…and camels, a multitude of camels; and gifts of gold and frankincense…  (wait, no myrrh? We’ll have to come back to that…) Clearly Matthew was mining this prophetic passages for images for his birth narrative.

Then we read Psalm 72: 1-7, 10-14 and we repeat responsively

All kings shall bow down before you; all nations shall do you service

as Jeremy begins to underscore my reading.

We don’t talk much about the Epistle reading, 3: 1-12, except to notice again the emphasis on Gentiles, the goyim, the others.

After Arcadia reads the gospel in Spanish, Matthew 2: 1-12, Jeremy and I do the traditional Puerto Rican carol, De tierra Lejana. (http://stagersound.com/WestPark/Service_1-5-14/SpanishSong.mp3 ). And people begin to join in. Finally, the gospel from Matthew, the old familiar story.

GOSPEL MATTHEW 2:1-12

Mary and Joseph greet the three kngs

¹In the time of King Herod, after Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea, wise men from the East came to Jerusalem, ²asking, “Where is the child who has been born king of the Jews? For we observed his star at its rising, and have come to pay him homage.” ³When King Herod heard this, he was frightened, and all Jerusalem with him; ⁴and calling together all the chief priests and scribes of the people, he inquired of them where the Messiah was to be born. ⁵They told him, “In Bethlehem of Judea; for so it has been written by the prophet: 
⁶   ‘And you, Bethlehem, in the land of Judah, 
          are by no means least among the rulers of Judah; 
     for from you shall come a ruler 
          who is to shepherd my people Israel.’”

⁷Then Herod secretly called for the wise men and learned from them the exact time when the star had appeared. ⁸Then he sent them to Bethlehem, saying, “Go and search diligently for the child; and when you have found him, bring me word so that I may also go and pay him homage.” ⁹When they had heard the king, they set out; and there, ahead of them, went the star that they had seen at its rising, until it stopped over the place where the child was. ¹⁰When they saw that the star had stopped, they were overwhelmed with joy. ¹¹On entering the house, they saw the child with Mary his mother; and they knelt down and paid him homage. Then, opening their treasure chests, they offered him gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh. ¹²And having been warned in a dream not to return to Herod, they left for their own country by another road.

And we notice…no shepherds, no manger, no sheep or cattle. Just wise men. Not kings. And no mention of three.  And this time a new gift. Myrrh. The spice for burial. It’s always Matthew’s scheme to tell the whole story of Jesus in the birth narrative. So the presence of the cross is here, even at the beginning. Foreshadowing. And like the wise men, after we have been enlightened, we must return home by another road. You can’t go back the same way you came.

We talk about how the word epiphany came to mean more than the religious meaning. Like Anna says, like the cartoon light bulb. The moment when you get it. When the light comes on and on an instant it’s all clear. So what do people get here? That this ruler is different? Like Matthew set us up for in his genealogy? That this ruler must suffer, even to death? And that from here on out, the beloved community includes gentiles, outsiders, people of other religions? ( The wise men, probably Zoroastrians from Persia or maybe part of Iraq….)

But on this day, it has another meaning. Because our leaders will consider sending to our national church a call for the church to grant permission for its pastors to perform same gender marriages. We had been previously asked to endorse such an action where state civil law allows. But our friend Ray Bagnuolo, with whom I did a double same gender marriage right before Thanksgiving, has challenged us to forward an overture that calls for that right regardless of civil law. Ray argues theologically that we cannot allow civil law to determine our law. (Thank you, Ray). And I explain to our people that this will allow my colleagues, based on their own conscience, to do without fear of losing their ministry what West-Park and the sate of New York allows me to do all the time. If you’re gonna  go, go all the way. The congregation has a sense of pride in being able to step out first (thanks to the work of Lincoln Park Church in Chicago) and take a stand that pushes beyond the liberal qualified position. I am honored to be this church’s pastor.

                                                       Bruce Cockburn

We celebrate our Eucharist. Then Jeremy helps me do Early on one Christmas morn. I talk about how the song goes back to Freddie Half-Pint Jackson, of the Cotton Top Mountain Sanctified Singers. How Freddie also sang in the new Orleans bordellos and we now know was a pioneering female impersonator. (Thanks s to Bruce Cockburn for introducing u to Freddie.) And we finish with Andre leading us in Jesus the light if the world.As we sing, we share our Christmas candles one more time.

Andre led us

 On Zora Neale Hurston’s birthday, January 6, 2014, I recall this wonderful passage in Their eyes were watching God..

Folkses, de sun is goin’ down. De Sun-maker brings it up in de mornin’, and de Sun-maker sends it tuh bed at night. Us poor weak humans can’t do nothin’ tuh hurry it up nor to slow it down. All we can do, if we want any light after de settin’ or befo’ de risin’, is tuh make some light ourselves. So dat’s how come lamps was made. Dis evenin’ we’se all assembled heah tuh light uh lamp. Dis occasion is something for us all tuh remember tuh our dyin’ day. De first street lamp in uh colored town. Lift yo’ eyes and gaze on it. And when Ah touch de match tuh dat lamp-wick let de light penetrate inside of yuh, and let it shine, let it shine, let it shine. Brother Davis, lead us in a word uh prayer. Ask uh blessin’ on dis town in uh most particular manner.”

While Davis chanted a traditional prayer-poem with his own variations, Joe mounted the box that had been placed for the purpose and opened the brazen door of the lamp. As the word Amen was said, he touched the lighted match to the wick, and Mrs. Bogle’s alto burst out in:

We’ll walk in de light, de beautiful light
Come where the dew drops of mercy shine bright
 Shine all around us by day and by night
 Jesus, the light of the world.

They, all of them, all of the people took it up and sung it over and over until it was wrung dry, and no further innovations of tone and tempo were conceivable. Then they hushed and ate barbecue.

Arcadia cut the rosca

And though we can’t share barbecue, we do share Rosca de reyes, brought to us by Arcadia. We wait to see who finds a baby Jesus in their bread. Whoever does is supposed to host a party on candelaria, the feast of the presentstion ofJesus in the temple 40 days after Christmas, the ne df Epiphany. A carnival event, in te tradition. And Jeremy and I find the babies.

Jeremy found a baby Jesus

If I have my new house by then, I promise to host a party.

All that’s left is for the Session to make our overtire request official. And to n surprise, they is exactly what they do.

After attending Helen Rosenthal’s inauguration as our new city council member and after joining Kate and Arcadia and Marsha spending 12^th night serving dinner at the SPSA homeless shelter, I stop by the church once more. Rachel is there. She has nowhere to go. I try to persuade her to seek shelter. She will not. She drags her carts out into the

And I found one too

bitter cold night. And I wonder where she will be.

Twelfth day. And now frigid 12^th night. The 12 days of Christmas are over

and to our friends in Russia...

Счастливого Рождества

Baby Jesus