February 9, 2020 – The Rev. Canon Britt Olson

Over thousands of years, the holy city of Jerusalem has endured cycles of destruction and rebuilding.  The protective city walls have been breached, buildings have been destroyed or abandoned as the populace was taken into captivity or fled for their lives.  Even now violence and destruction continue within her walls and in surrounding neighborhoods.

Isaiah writes to a dispirited people who can’t understand why God doesn’t end the destruction.  They fast and pray, they engage their religious traditions and still God doesn’t deliver them from their enemies.   What more can they do?

Well, Isaiah has a word for them, in fact a lot of words.  He makes it clear that no amount of religious observance, or even religious language, no dramatic fasting or display of religious fervor, dare I say not even a National Prayer Breakfast will make any difference unless their actions reflect the priorities of God.

“Loose the bands of injustice.  Undo the thongs of the yoke.  Let the oppressed go free.  Share bread with the hungry.  Bring the homeless poor inside.  Cover the naked.  Don’t ignore your own people.”

Only when the nation cares for its broken, neglected and ignored members will the light of hope be kindled.  Only when all of God’s people are treated with respect and dignity will the country be healed.  When those are the priorities, and only then, will the gardens flourish and ruins be restored.  Then they will call you the repairer of the breach, the restorer of streets to live in.

Some of you know about the pilgrimage walk, the Camino de Santiago.  In English it is called the Way.  It’s the journey pilgrims have taken for hundreds of years to arrive at the cathedral of St. James (St. Iago).  By the 20th Century, the path had fallen into disuse.  Cities and their neighborhoods had built up over it.  Vegetation had obscured it.  The many hostels and small villages along its 500-mile route had closed up or been abandoned as the flow of pilgrims was reduced to a trickle.  The impulse to take on a 500 mile journey by foot in search of healing, forgiveness and renewal had become unpopular and unnecessary.

In 1984 a Spanish priest named Don Elias wanted to recover and revive the Camino.  He spent all his free time in his little grey Citroen covering the countryside of Northern Spain looking for the ancient route.  He got a deal on some bright yellow spray paint and he began to spray simple arrows or “flecha,” pointing the direction to Santiago.  He talked to people about this traditional French route and the purpose of pilgrimage.  By the time he died in 1989, he had rediscovered and marked the entire journey.  Still there were few who made the pilgrimage.

But the word began to spread.  Each year since, the number of pilgrims has increased until now there are over 250,000 annually who walk at least some portion of the pilgrimage.  All along the way the villages are coming back to life.  Small, remote, rural places are filled with laughter and conversation in every language.  New stone walls are built on top of old foundations.  The breaches are being repaired.  The streets are being restored.

And Pilgrims are rediscovering the holy practice of walking.  All of us who have made our Camino did so followed Don Elias’s arrows.  After just a few days, you are attuned to arrow spotting.  You can find them on the ground, on walls, signs and even trees.  In the midst of busy cities, pilgrims walk with their eyes peeled for arrows, tuning out the crowds and traffic. The flecha glow in the dark.  You don’t need a map or GPS or guide.  You simply follow the flecha.  They literally light up the path.

Jesus tells us that we who follow him are the light of the world.  I don’t know how many of us will have the impact that Don Elias had, but we are each beacons, arrows, pointing to the way, shining in dark and confusing times.  By us, some may find their way home, some may find healing and hope in God.

Jesus also tells us that those who follow him are the salt of the earth.  Salt is good both for preserving food and for enhancing its flavor.  Without salt life becomes tasteless and bland.  It may even begin to rot.

In our nation, some of the saltiest people in its history are those who have taken a stand for Civil Rights.  These are primarily people of color, indigenous people, LGBTQ folk, people who have been oppressed and marginalized.  Their stories and voices have been silenced or hidden.  And yet these stories and contributions are an essential part of the whole.

And so we are recovering and lifting up Civil Rights history in the locations where its most important events took place.  In Selma, Birmingham, Memphis, Atlanta and Washington DC.  In small rural towns where individuals were lynched and entire communities of African Americans destroyed.  This fall, as part of my sabbatical, I will be traveling to many of these locations to be salted; salted with the tears of years of oppression; salted with the courage of those who risked everything for freedom and dignity; salted with the wounds of systemic racism; salted with the flavor of those who are essential to our communal well-being and who have been, at best ignored, and at worst, systemically destroyed.

The Civil Rights movement is not just history.  It carries on to this day all over this nation.  You can hear and feel it in the Poor People’s Campaign, A Call for Moral Revival led by the Rev. William Barber.  God is still calling out to us to be salt and light in our day.  I love that the organization Barber founded is called “Repairers of the Breach.”  Here is a short description of their mission:

Repairers of the Breach seeks to build a moral agenda rooted in a framework that uplifts our deepest moral and constitutional values to redeem the heart and soul of our country. We challenge the position that the preeminent moral issues are prayer in public schools, abortion, and property rights. Instead, we declare that the moral public concerns of our faith traditions are how our society treats the poor, women, LGBTQ people, children, workers, immigrants, communities of color, and the sick. Our deepest moral traditions point to equal protection under the law, the desire for peace within and among nations, the dignity of all people, and the responsibility to care for our common home.

Amen and Amen.

Yesterday when our Property Stewardship Team met to determine the next steps for development at St. Luke’s, we studied and reflected on this passage from Isaiah. We are salt and light in this community.  We share our bread with the hungry in the Edible Hope Kitchen.  We partner with the Bridge Care Center to cover the naked.  We provide shelter space for those with no homes.  We are a watered garden called the SLUG.  And we work to see and be in relationship with all our neighbors, including those who are unsheltered and those who persecute us for our mission.  As our resident prophet reminded us yesterday, when it says we are not to hide from or ignore our own kin, that means our brothers and sisters on the street.  It even means those we consider our enemies or opponents.  It means loving our neighbor as ourselves, all our neighbors, even the ones who are so hard to love.

Here in this place we want to be repairers of the breach, restorers of streets to live in, a place where all God’s people flourish.  Together we are light shining in the darkness, arrows pointing out the way.  We are salt, preserving life, enhancing the rich diversity of the flavors of our community and even getting into the wounds caused by sin to bring awareness and attention to what needs healing and reconciliation.

When God’s people function as salt and light, then our prayers and fasting strengthen and prepare us for our mission.  Then our rituals and rites have meaning.  They give us courage to go forth from this place into a world desperately in need.  Amen.

Feb 2, 2020 – Kristen Daley Mosier

In this season after Epiphany, according to weekly lectionary readings, Jesus has grown up, been baptized, and begun his ministry. Yet, in today’s gospel reading, here we are, back at the Temple with Mary, Joseph, and the Christ child. Not every year do we get to meet or reacquaint ourselves with Simeon and Anna, so this year is quite special in that regard. When I first read the texts for today, I knew immediately that we needed to hear from Simeon the faithful servant, and Anna, the prophet. And so, we join Simeon and Anna as they pull back the blanket, to gaze upon the face of Jesus—what better image to hold during this time before Lent. As Blaine reminded us a couple Sundays ago, it is in this time of winter rain and darkness that God’s light continues to emerge; the Messiah is revealed.

Luke’s gospel describes Simeon as one upon whom the Holy Spirit rested. He was guided by the Holy Spirit to go to the Temple on the day that Mary and Joseph brought the infant Jesus. Upon seeing the family, he knew that God had fulfilled the promise given, and says “Master, now you are dismissing your servant in peace, according to your word; for my eyes have seen your salvation…a light for revelation to the Gentiles and for glory to your people Israel.”

Simeon’s refrain is the third song of praise in the beginning of Luke’s gospel. The third Sunday of Advent we listened to Mary rejoicing in God’s work, her magnificat closing with, “[God] has helped his servant Israel…according to the promise he made to our ancestors..” Later, Zechariah, father of John the Baptist, proclaims “Blessed be the Lord God of Israel, for he has looked favorably on his people and redeemed them. He has raised up a mighty savior for us…” Where the first two come from the parents of Jesus and John, and focus on God’s redeeming work for Israel, Simeon’s prose acts as a kind of capstone after the boys are born, going further to extend God’s grace to include all others outside the Jewish faith: “my eyes have seen your salvation…a light for revelation to the Gentiles and for glory to your people Israel.”

Simeon embodies anticipation—faith-filled watching and waiting to see a promise come to complete fulfillment.

Luke then goes on to include the story of Anna, a widow, and a prophet. Unlike Simeon, we learn her family name and lineage, and that she resided at the temple. She is like the sparrow and the swallow from our psalm today, who make their nest beside the altar of God. I suspect that it is due to time spent at the Temple that she is able to recognize God’s salvation in the form of the infant Jesus. And so, upon meeting the family (and Simeon) she begins to praise God and “speak about the child to all who were looking for the redemption of Jerusalem.”

Anna offers to us an image of abiding patience, what’s also known in older language as ‘tarrying.’

What I love about the stories of Simeon and Anna, is how they introduce readers to (what I like to call) Luke’s Order of Perfectly Ordinary people, who have an extraordinary encounter with God in Christ. Characters like them are mirrored in the book of Acts (which is the companion volume) by disciples and Gentiles who respond to the message of Jesus and the kingdom of God, and who receive the gift of the Holy Spirit. Simeon and Anna offer illustrations of living a worship-filled life, as ordinary people—they are not priests or official temple servants. Yet, they demonstrate such familiar intimacy with the divine simply by their presence, as they recognize God (incarnate) in the flesh of a vulnerable infant, carried and cared for by a poor, young couple.

In Jesus’ time, worship happened exclusively at the temple. However, within a decade or so of the gospels composition, the Jerusalem temple was destroyed by the Roman army. The oppression of the Jewish community, combined with the quick adoption of Jesus’ message among Gentiles, in addition to the content of this new way of faith, converged in such a way that the very nature of worship was transformed. When God’s dwelling place—the temple—no longer exists, where does one go? At the same time, a new gospel emerged saying God became human to dwell on the earth. The question shifts from where does one go, to whom does one worship? The who of worship becomes God in Christ, and the where begins in the breaking of bread, in community. Yet, there remains a tension between the who and the where, particularly when it comes to how we are to understand creation, the world around us.

As today’s psalm and the opening hymn suggest, there is yet another way to encounter God, to be immersed in worship.

1 Creating God, your fingers trace, the bold designs of farthest space;

let sun and moon and stars and light, and what lies hidden praise your might.

2 Sustaining God, your hands uphold, earth’s mysteries known or yet untold;

let water’s fragile blend with air, enabling life, proclaim your care.

If we take seriously the incarnation, that God is Creator abiding in, with, and under all of creation, then all ground is holy ground, all waters are sanctified. Here in the PNW, we are blessed beyond belief with evergreen forests, clear running rivers, sea teeming with life and mountains that might as well be gateways to the heavens. With this absurdity of riches, there are many who seek the canopy of trees and stars as their temple for worship (the inverse of a desert experience, you could say). There are times when it seems as though we can only experience the divine when we retreat entirely from the noise of urban life. (This is not that sermon.)

The greatest challenge, when it comes to worship, is maintaining a dynamic tension between who (the Triune God of all creation) and where (in communion with one another, in communion with the rest of creation). The ground outside where trash sometimes collects may not seem holy, but it is. The back stairwell to the undercroft is far from pristine, but God dwells here, in this place, because people gather in the name of Jesus, to worship, to care for one another, to feed, nourish, and bring healing by the power of the Spirit. (Sometimes we do need to retreat, but not because God has drifted away.)

Worship is one of those terms that we think we know what it means, but defining it can be rather difficult. We come together to worship each week, meaning it is this time-space of (now) when we sing, pray, pass the peace, and take in Jesus himself in the bread and the wine. So, worship is what we ourselves ‘do.’ At the same time, worship is an an encounter with the (w)holy Other; it is something we enter into, like walking into someone else’s banquet. As both activity and encounter, it is our primary theology—meaning that we are no longer simply talking about God, but rather are communicating (with) Godself through song, prayer, gesture. Worship is our participation in the life of Godself, together and individually. And it doesn’t end when service ends. We are sent out in anticipation, waiting to encounter God in the world around us.

Christian tradition holds a tension of distance and intimacy—transcendence and immanence. That tension extends through worship. Prayers to a seemingly distant God culminate in consuming Jesus in bread and wine. In the various Eucharistic prayers (Greek for thanksgiving) that Canon Britt uses from season to season, week to week, we can hear how the language navigates that dynamic tension of God near and far.

In Simeon and Anna we see a foreshadowing of radical nearness (a new way of God communicating Godself). The Holy Spirit rests on Simeon as he expectantly waits for God’s Messiah; Anna’s abiding near the altar of God brings recognition when she sees the family—Anticipation and Patience are the postures of worship.

In the Vineyard church, where I spent some time, we have some incredible stories of what can happen when you simply pray, ‘Come, Holy Spirit,’ with hands outstretched. Similar stories reside here, too, from the years when Dennis Bennett was Rector, and beyond: healing, inexplicable joy amidst anxiety, specific words of encouragement, and so much more. We need those stories. We need new stories. We need to encounter God in surprising ways, to see fleshy vulnerability as a beautiful part of creation. And we need to give ourselves permission to simply be ordinary.

St. Luke’s has its own order of perfectly ordinary people who encounter God, and the invitation is open to join or simply inquire. Each week, during communion, there are folks who stand by the icon and candles, ready to pray with anyone who would like to do so. Today, when you take the bread and the wine, I want to encourage you to ask the Holy Spirit for a word, a phrase, an image, something that is particular for you. Hold onto that and, if you feel so moved, ask for others to pray with you. No lengthy explanations required, just patience and anticipation.

This Sunday is about worship. Worship refines us. Worship attunes us to God and our fellow creatures; to all of creation. Worship is our vocation, our calling, as followers of the Jesus way and readers of the Hebrew-Christian scriptures. Worship is not sitting on a cloud, strumming a little harp. Nor does it entail offering uncritical allegiance to someone else’s conception of God. Worship is as simple and difficult as presenting ourselves to Creator God (who is Love), just as we would approach an infant

January 26, 2020 – The Rev. Canon Britt Olson

Annual Meeting Address

In case this is your first visit to St. Luke’s or you haven’t paid attention, today is not an ordinary Sunday and this is no ordinary sermon. This is the Sunday of the Annual Meeting as we summarize last year, make decisions for the future and offer gratitude to God and others for this community of faith.

As your Vicar, I have the privilege of summing it all up in today’s message, a sort of “State of the Church” address. This is my fifth year to do so at St. Luke’s and it’s a particularly exciting time as we prepare to present the results of the year-long vision discovery process we launched at the 2019 Annual Meeting.

We hold the Annual Meeting during the season after Epiphany, when the light of Jesus shines forth into the world. The source of this light is God. Light burst forth at creation, overcame the gloom and darkness of an oppressed people in exile during the time of the prophets, enables the psalmist to move from fear to faith and dawns in our hearts by the presence of the Spirit.

Here in 21st Century Seattle, we are bearers of that light. Every day, in a myriad of ways, we have the opportunity to make Christ known, in word and action. As a 130-year-old start-up, we are constantly reaching out to our community. The fresh paint on the Chapel and Bennett Hall, our new logo on all new signs and the beautiful grounds have brightened up our presence in the neighborhood. These are simply the outward signs of the constant renewal and transformation that God’s Spirit is doing inside us all.

We are to shine with faith, hope and love, even in dark times. We shine by loving one another, our neighbors and even those who oppose and threaten us. We shine by modeling Beloved Community, in which each person is treated with dignity and respect. This past year during our Spiritual Pilgrimage we came together each week as pilgrims and companions to see the light and be the light. We will offer a similar experience this spring for all who are seeking a deeper walk with God. Our Bishop’s Committee’s priorities include offering ways we can strengthen lives of faith through education, prayer and action.

Light fills this sacred space. Worship is at the very heart of St. Luke’s. This is where we receive comfort, strength and inspiration to be our best and truest selves. It is where we come back to center week by week in the midst of the chaos, anxiety and stress in our lives. The Spirit of the Holy God comes upon us in prayer and praise, filling us with light and life and love. We are blessed by the many lay and clergy leaders who offer themselves as light bearers in this place; readers and preachers; those who lead prayer and serve at the altar; who care for children and keep us safe; as well as many whose quiet, humble work makes this all possible.

We are blessed with an amazing staff; Niki, Parish Administrator; Sara, Edible Hope Director: Ivar, our musician; Andrew, groundskeeper and our newest staff member, Sekayi who has been a blessing as both caretaker and extra security on site. We are getting to know Nathan, who is training with us to be a deacon and our plan is to welcome a new priest in July, who will be serving her first two years of ordination as a curate at St. Luke’s. She will join a stellar group of retired clergy associates, Mary, Blaine and Pat, who enrich us with their many years of experience. Each of these reflect the light of Christ in their own particular way.

Another theme for this season after Epiphany is “Gather.” God is gathering a people, bringing us from different backgrounds and places, from differing identities and experiences; churched and unchurched, young and old, housed and unhoused, rich and poor, to be part of the Body of Christ, to be brothers and sisters, to be united in the same mind and purpose. St. Luke’s strives to be a place where “All are welcome in this place.”

We have work to do. While our Edible Hope Kitchen reflects a population with a greater percentage of people of color than the community, our Sunday morning worship reflects a lower percentage of people of color. We will continue to work towards Racial Reconciliation, an effort that has barely begun. We hope to launch a new worshipping community that will meet during the week for dinner, prayer, and community building. We are tentatively calling it Edible Hope Church since it will build on the relationships that have already developed between guests, volunteers and neighbors who might not ever come to a regular Sunday morning service. Sara Bates is leading this initiative and even now is in Los Angeles being evaluated as the potential gatherer of this community and recipient of a $30,000 grant to initiate it.

This past year we gathered together a lot! We met for community and connection at pubs and at coffee hour. We rejoiced with those who are rejoicing at five weddings, most recently the union of Mac and Nancy our oldest newlyweds at age 87 each! We gathered at St. Mark’s Cathedral with those who were received and confirmed into the Episcopal Church by our bishop. And we mourned the death of Brother Isaac and others.

St. Luke’s is sacred space, a sanctuary to hold life’s most meaningful transitions. We are a place of grace, welcome and healing. We gather at tables for breakfast every day in the Edible Hope Kitchen. We gather around the altar each week to be fed with the bread of life and to drink the cup of salvation.

Finally, Epiphany is all about “Call,” our call to follow Jesus, God’s call to each one of us, and our communal calling to be God’s people in the world, to be the blessed community of light, hope and peace that is so desperately needed. We answer that call in our loving service to the least, the last and the lost. We live out our Christian witness at home, in our jobs, schools and volunteer commitments. We demonstrate our trust in a God of rich abundance by our generosity and gratitude. (You’ll hear more about how our deficit was made up and our giving has increased later.) We partnered with many others to assist those who are hungry and homeless, to help our local businesses after a fire, and to provide housing for a new female priest in Sudan.

Today we will be calling new leadership for the Bishop’s Committee. We are building on our foundation with official By-laws and Personnel policies as we strengthen our organization in preparation for future development. Under the leadership of a new Advisory Board for Edible Hope, we are doing more fundraising and adding a Kitchen Manager position to keep up with the growing demand. In every way, God is helping us increase our capacity to respond to God’s call and to live out the mission to “feed people in body, mind and spirit with the love of God, in the name of Jesus, and by the power of the Holy Spirit.”

For many years there have been dreams and plans for a renewed St. Luke’s campus in the center of Ballard. Today we will present a vision for development. It is the most important step in a lengthy process to design, finance and construct facilities that will enable our vision for the future. God has called together the people and resources we need to facilitate this process and we are excited for the opportunity to present this to you today and then to the Diocesan Board of Directors in March.

St. Luke’s is a Spirit-filled community. I often say that it has saved my spiritual life. I am grateful to continue to serve as your priest and Vicar. With a strong foundation, excellent staff, clergy and lay ministers, I am excited about the year ahead. When I started in 2015 as a part-time priest-in-charge with no staff and only a few thousand dollars in the bank, I never could have imagined what God had in store for us. When I became the full-time Vicar, we included provision for a clergy sabbatical after 5 years, since this is the standard practice of the diocese and is required. We even got smart and set aside money to cover the cost of providing for my absence in a sabbatical reserve fund.

And although the possibility was often furthest from my mind or expectation, this is the year for my sabbatical. It coincides with my husband’s planned sabbatical this fall, which means we can actually share this! Sabbatical is a gift and opportunity for both the priest and the congregation. It is a time for rest, renewal and a re-boot! It will last three months, from September through November. We are just beginning to make plans for how to make the most of this opportunity. My sabbatical support team will be working with me, the Bishop’s Committee and the congregation to facilitate the time away.

Bryon and I don’t have many plans yet, but there is one trip we must make. We will be exploring the Civil Rights Movement and the current movement for racial justice and reconciliation by traveling to the sites which chronicle and represent some of the most important events in our nation’s history. This will be part of the movement towards Racial Reconciliation at St. Luke’s and my own growing awareness of white privilege and racism. I hope the congregation will be doing similar work in my absence so that we might reunite under a shared commitment to addressing this issue in the church. We cannot become the Beloved Community unless we come to terms with systemic racism.

It’s been a wild and wonderful five years and the way ahead is full of both challenge and opportunity. Thank you for the privilege and honor it is to serve as your Vicar as we gather as God’s people, answer the call of Christ and shine the light of the Spirit.

January 19, 2020 – The Rev. Blaine Hammond

What do you feel during this season just after Christmastide?  The early days after the New Year, with darkness dominating the beginning and end of the day, with the warmth of Christmas presents and family visits fading, with cold that can make summer feel like a distant memory, can be a hard time for people, especially those who have a bad emotional reaction to cold and loneliness.  So how is that for you?  And if you follow that tradition of making New Year’s resolutions, congratulations if you are still keeping them.  Many have given up already.

It’s not hard to be negative when you look out the window and see ice instead of grass, if you see people trying to survive without a lot of choices of where to go.  I find it painful to see tents pitched in below-freezing weather and I wonder how are the people who are sleeping in them.  It’s easy to sink into a cup of tea, or coffee, and a good book, if you have the leisure to do that.

Inside the church, it’s a funny arrangement of church seasons that has the season of Epiphany, which means the revealing, or the showing forth, of the Messiah, in this somewhat bleak environment, and as we get closer to when spring starts to seem like it might really come, the more moody season of Lent springs out at us.

But it makes sense to me that the revealing of the Messiah should come in the darkest part of the year, because that is when we most need the Good News, the awareness that God is not sleeping in.

I never did well in January and February.  When I was in school, we didn’t have any holidays between January 1st and Lincoln’s Birthday, which has now been rolled into Presidents’ Day.  Now we have one in the middle of January, a national holiday honoring a Baptist minister, the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., who is also on the  Episcopal list of feasts, in the book Holy Women and Holy Men, if you know that book, meaning we count him as a saintly example for us Episcopalians.  He insisted on showing the nation, in many ways against our will, how the Messiah could be revealed through subjugated minority peoples.  Dr. King came from a group of people who were pressured, often violently, to accept their subordinate status.  In the midst of that situation he reminded America of some of the fundamental truths of the Christian faith:  that along with those who seem most blessed, God loves the poor and oppressed, God longs for their freedom, and God works on their behalf, albeit much more slowly than they, or we, might wish.

And he also reminded us that God works in the world primarily through people.  It has been said that Christ has no hands on earth but ours.

I never saw Dr. King personally but I remember him well, from seeing him on TV, from reading about him in newspapers, and because my father was a believer in the Civil Rights Movement.  America remembers that King was a leader who fought for civil rights.  Less well remembered is that he did so from a Christian context and a non-violent context, and also less well remembered is that he also fought for worker’s rights and for an end to war.  The group he led was called, if you remember, the SCLC, the Southern Christian Leadership Conference.  From the teachings of people like Henry David Thoreau and Mahatma Ghandi he took the teachings of non-violent resistance to injustice, and from Ghandi he took the teachings of soul force, the idea that through a spirituality centered in non-violence, the proponent of righteousness could overcome whatever violence his or her resistance stimulated from the opposition.  From the Gospels he took the notion that you bring about God’s will not by hating your enemy but by loving your enemy.

Many people pushing for civil rights began to lose faith in non-violence and in the Christian background of the movement by the mid-sixties; yet, when Dr. King was assassinated, they responded to what they felt as a personal affront to all of the oppressed.

I remember the day of King’s assassination.  I remember the crowds of young people that gathered around Garfield High School who began throwing stones at cars driven by whites; one of them driven by my father.  I remember watching the news, seeing a film of Senator Robert Kennedy giving the news to a crowd of African Americans gathered to hear him speak as he campaigned for President.  They had not heard about it yet, and you could hear the crowd gasp and groan.

I don’t think many of us want to think about the idea that our faith might lead us into the midst of difficult times and places where our safety might be endangered.  But many of our greatest heroes had their heroism and their willingness to sacrifice for others shown forth in such moments.  Indeed, it was not in the safety of his family home that Jesus’ divinity became evident, but in the hard and dangerous moments on the road and in the crowds in Jerusalem.

When people who are determined to do evil are driven to act against you, you can be pretty sure that you are doing the right thing.

We are not asked to stand on the edges of the crowd and watch as Christianity is practiced by others.  In our Gospel reading today, when Jesus saw Andrew following him, he asked Andrew, “What are you looking for?”  Andrew’s response was a curious one, “Where are you staying?”  He wanted to be in the middle of God’s deliverance and be a part of it.  Jesus, in response, did not give him an address.  He said “Come and see.”

When Jesus asks us to come and see where he is staying, where do we end up?  Where do you go to find where Jesus is staying?  Some of us believe that Christianity is lived out in doing good works for others, whether that work is done in politics or business, or in cloistered prayer.  Some of us believe that Christianity is lived out in an experience of personal salvation, followed by a life of prayer and praise.  I would submit that you have to have both; either by itself is incomplete.

Where do you go to find the Messiah?  Dr. King went to the powerful and confronted them with the desire for justice for those who had been denied.  He reminded them of the love of God.  In fact, he said that he wanted to see Christ redeem the segregationists as well, because segregation did as much damage to the whites who practiced it as it did to the African Americans.  He confronted his persecutors most effectively by insisting on loving them, and watched as, for many, and for much of the nation, hatred was gradually transformed.  It was his effectiveness that put a target on his back, but it is him we remember and celebrate, not his assassin.

I believed in those days of the late 60s that I did not need to be religious to work for a good and just society.  I still think that is true.  But if that is all I do, I am missing motivation and meaning that come through meeting Jesus Christ; and that is what this time on Sunday morning is all about – so we can meet God in Christ and gain strength for what the world and God are asking us to face.  Jesus is here.

Where do we go to find the Messiah?  I remember a different era of Christianity when we just assumed that the church is supposed to be made up of a “Certain Kind” of people.  I remember a Bishop of a denomination I won’t name who said we aren’t supposed to go out into the world among those of whom he disapproved, we stand in the doorway with our arms out waiting for them to come to us, he said.  I remember hearing another person, of a different denomination I won’t name – both of them are mainstream Protestants – saying she used to serve on a Membership Committee, who would go out to meet people who had visited the church to see if they were the kind of people the church would want as members.

Fortunately, both of those denominations have discarded those notions of the church.  So have we Episcopalians, who have some of that same history.

I confess to being a regenerate hippie.  That means that when Jesus became real to me again I searched for a place that emphasized a direct encounter with him.  I searched for a place where people at all levels of society, and all races, were welcome.  I looked for a place where the door was truly open.  And I looked for a place that was trying to change society for the better, starting at the altar, and moving out in that strength into the world at large.  The ideas of economic justice, of racial justice, and of what now we might call gender justice, begin with the insistence of people like Dr. King that God demands that we both love each other and confront the world with that call to love.

That was where, for me, Jesus was staying.  When he asks you to come and see, what do you answer?  As you consider that, think of what he promises.  Think of the witness of the Psalmist:  “He put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God.”  The world listens to hear us singing.

December 15, 2019 – The Rev. Phyllis McCormick

Sit,‌ ‌breathe,‌ ‌let‌ ‌those‌ ‌shoulders‌ ‌drop,‌ ‌be‌ ‌present.‌  ‌With‌ ‌each‌ ‌breath‌ ‌go‌ ‌deeper‌ ‌within‌ ‌yourself‌ ‌for‌ ‌today‌ ‌on‌ ‌this‌ ‌3‌ ‌Sunday‌ ‌in‌ ‌Advent,‌ ‌Joy‌ ‌Sunday,‌ ‌we‌ ‌will‌ ‌enter‌ ‌into‌ ‌a‌ ‌world‌ ‌of‌ ‌prophecy,‌ ‌vision‌ ‌and‌ ‌dreams.‌ ‌For‌ ‌this,‌ ‌we‌ ‌need‌ ‌to‌ ‌see‌ ‌with‌ ‌the‌ ‌eyes‌ ‌of‌ ‌our‌ ‌hearts.‌  ‌So‌ ‌deep‌ ‌breath‌ ‌again.‌ ‌ ‌

Today‌ ‌our‌ ‌readings‌ ‌from‌ ‌Isaiah‌ ‌and‌ ‌Mary‌ ‌bring‌ ‌us‌ ‌into‌ ‌a‌ ‌world‌ ‌of‌ ‌prophetic‌ ‌joy.‌  ‌We‌ ‌have‌ ‌been‌ ‌hearing‌ ‌from‌ ‌Isaiah‌ ‌since‌ ‌the‌ ‌beginning‌ ‌of‌ ‌Advent‌ ‌and‌ ‌each‌ ‌week‌ ‌his‌ ‌words‌ ‌have‌ ‌led‌ ‌us‌ ‌to‌ ‌a‌ ‌vision‌ ‌of‌ ‌a‌ ‌world‌ ‌that‌ ‌is‌ ‌God’s‌ ‌vision.‌ ‌He‌ ‌tells‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌highway‌ ‌that‌ ‌shall‌ ‌be‌ ‌there,‌ ‌and‌ ‌it‌ ‌shall‌ ‌be‌ ‌called‌ ‌the‌ ‌Holy‌ ‌Way.‌  ‌Where‌ ‌the‌ ‌ransomed‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌Lord‌ ‌shall‌ ‌return,‌ ‌and‌ ‌come‌ ‌to‌ ‌Zion‌ ‌with‌ ‌singing;‌ ‌everlasting‌ ‌joy‌ ‌shall‌ ‌be‌ ‌on‌ ‌their‌ ‌heads;‌ ‌they‌ ‌shall‌ ‌obtain‌ ‌joy‌ ‌and‌ ‌gladness,‌ ‌and‌ ‌sorrow‌ ‌and‌ ‌sighing‌ ‌shall‌ ‌flee‌ ‌away.‌  ‌This‌ ‌is‌ ‌God’s‌ ‌vision‌ ‌that‌ ‌we‌ ‌read‌ ‌of‌ ‌in‌ ‌Genesis‌: ‌God‌ ‌saw‌ ‌everything‌ ‌that‌ ‌God‌ ‌had‌ ‌made‌ ‌and‌ ‌it‌ ‌was‌ ‌very‌ ‌Good.‌ ‌

Today‌ ‌he‌ ‌is‌ ‌joined‌ ‌by‌ ‌Mary‌ ‌as‌ ‌she‌ ‌sings‌ ‌the‌ ‌Magnificat,‌ ‌the‌ ‌divinely‌ ‌inspired‌ ‌revelation‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌work‌ ‌of‌ ‌God‌ ‌in‌ ‌her‌ ‌and‌ ‌through‌ ‌her.‌ Diedrich‌ ‌Bonhoeffer‌ ‌calls‌ ‌the‌ ‌Magnificat‌ ‌the‌ ‌oldest‌ ‌Advent‌ ‌Hymn.‌ ‌Contrasting‌ ‌Mary‌ ‌the‌ ‌prophet‌ ‌as‌ ‌the‌ ‌proud,‌ ‌surrendered,‌ ‌passionate‌ ‌woman‌ ‌prophet‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌Old‌ ‌Testament;‌ ‌not‌ ‌the‌ ‌gentle,‌ ‌tender‌ ‌dreamy‌ ‌figure‌ ‌we‌ ‌see‌ ‌in‌ ‌paintings‌ ‌and‌ ‌statues.‌  ‌This‌ ‌Mary‌ ‌lives‌ ‌and‌ ‌breathes‌ ‌the‌ ‌dream‌ ‌of‌ ‌God.‌  ‌Her‌ ‌words‌ ‌make‌ ‌her‌ ‌the‌ ‌spokes‌ ‌woman‌ ‌for‌ ‌God’s‌ ‌redemptive‌ ‌justice‌ ‌which‌ ‌will‌ ‌be‌ ‌such‌ ‌a‌ ‌part‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌gospel‌ ‌of‌ ‌her‌ ‌son,‌ ‌Jesus.‌ ‌She‌ ‌proclaims‌ ‌the‌ ‌great‌ ‌biblical‌ ‌theme‌ ‌of‌ ‌reversal‌ ‌where‌ ‌lowly‌ ‌groups‌ ‌of‌ ‌people‌ ‌are‌ ‌defended‌ ‌by‌ ‌God‌ ‌and‌ ‌the‌ ‌arrogant‌ ‌end‌ ‌up‌ ‌the‌ ‌losers.‌ ‌ ‌ ‌

Through‌ ‌the‌ ‌actions‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌Messiah,‌ ‌who‌ ‌she‌ ‌carries‌ ‌within‌ ‌her,  ‌God’s‌ ‌mercy‌ ‌and‌ ‌care‌ ‌for‌ ‌the‌ ‌hungry,‌ ‌for‌ ‌the‌ ‌poor,‌ ‌for‌ ‌the‌ ‌disenfranchised‌ ‌will‌ ‌bear‌ ‌fruit.‌  ‌All‌ ‌will‌ ‌be‌ ‌well‌ ‌and‌ ‌all‌ ‌manner‌ ‌of‌ ‌things‌ ‌will‌ ‌be‌ ‌well‌ ‌because‌ ‌God’s‌ ‌love‌ ‌and‌ ‌care‌  ‌is‌ ‌faithful‌ ‌in‌ ‌all‌ ‌generations.‌ ‌ ‌

In‌ ‌these‌ ‌words‌ ‌which‌ ‌Mary‌ ‌sings‌ ‌and‌ ‌proclaims‌ ‌we‌ ‌are‌ ‌invited‌ ‌again‌ ‌to‌ ‌share‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌dream‌ ‌of‌ ‌God.‌ ‌A‌ ‌dream‌ ‌fortold‌ ‌by‌ ‌the‌ ‌prophets‌ ‌down‌ ‌through‌ ‌the‌ ‌ages.‌  ‌That‌ ‌dream‌ ‌which‌ ‌began‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌garden‌ ‌where‌ ‌everything‌ ‌that‌ ‌was‌ ‌created‌ ‌was‌ ‌very‌ ‌good.‌ ‌ ‌

We‌ ‌see‌ ‌God’s‌ ‌deam‌ ‌unfolding‌ ‌around‌ ‌us‌ ‌when‌ ‌the‌ ‌visions‌ ‌of‌ ‌our‌ ‌heart‌ ‌become‌ ‌the‌ ‌work‌ ‌of‌ ‌our‌ ‌hands.‌  ‌When‌ ‌we‌ ‌proclaim‌ ‌the‌ ‌value‌ ‌of‌ ‌all‌ ‌God’s‌ ‌children,‌ ‌when‌ ‌we‌ ‌work‌ ‌for‌ ‌justice‌ ‌and‌ ‌peace,‌ ‌for‌ ‌gun‌ ‌control‌ ‌and‌ ‌care‌ ‌for‌ ‌the‌ ‌hungry‌ ‌and‌ ‌the‌ ‌poor.‌ ‌We‌ ‌are‌ ‌part‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌dream‌ ‌of‌ ‌God‌ ‌when‌ ‌people‌ ‌who‌ ‌are‌ ‌different‌ ‌from‌ ‌us‌ ‌are‌ ‌embraced‌ ‌and‌ ‌not‌ ‌feared.This‌ ‌is‌ ‌the‌ ‌dream‌ ‌of‌ ‌God‌ ‌we‌ ‌embrace‌ ‌with‌ ‌Isaiah‌ ‌and‌ ‌Mary.‌  ‌This‌ ‌is‌ ‌the‌ ‌dream‌ ‌we‌ ‌celebrate‌ ‌with‌ ‌the‌ ‌words,‌ ‌Rejoice,‌ ‌Rejoice‌ ‌and‌ ‌with‌ ‌the‌ ‌hymn,‌ ‌Come‌ ‌thou‌ ‌long‌ ‌expected‌ ‌Jesus,‌ ‌born‌ ‌to‌ ‌set‌ ‌thy‌ ‌people‌ ‌free….‌ ‌ ‌

For‌ ‌some‌ ‌this‌ ‌dream‌ ‌is‌ ‌a‌ ‌fantasy,‌ ‌a‌ ‌myth,‌ ‌and‌ ‌an‌ ‌impossiblility.‌  ‌For‌ ‌some‌ ‌this‌ ‌is‌ ‌all‌ ‌about‌ ‌a‌ ‌different‌ ‌place,‌ ‌a‌ ‌different‌ ‌reality,‌ ‌a‌ ‌remote‌ ‌place‌ ‌called‌ ‌heaven‌ ‌and‌ ‌not‌ ‌where‌ ‌we‌ ‌live‌ ‌today.‌  ‌But‌ ‌the‌ ‌dream‌ ‌of‌ ‌God,‌ ‌the‌ ‌vision‌ ‌of‌ ‌Isaiah‌ ‌and‌ Mary‌ ‌is‌ ‌real.‌  ‌The‌ ‌dream‌ ‌of‌ ‌God‌ ‌is‌ ‌true.‌  ‌The‌ ‌dream‌ ‌of‌ ‌God‌ ‌is‌ ‌possible.‌  ‌For‌ ‌we‌ ‌have‌ ‌seen‌ ‌it‌ ‌and‌ ‌heard‌ ‌it‌ ‌and‌ ‌touched‌ ‌it.‌  ‌And‌ ‌today‌ ‌we‌ ‌do‌ ‌so‌ ‌again.‌ ‌ ‌ ‌

Today‌ ‌we‌ ‌come‌ ‌together‌ ‌here‌ ‌and‌ ‌all‌ ‌are‌ ‌fed‌ ‌with‌ ‌the‌ ‌food‌ ‌of‌ ‌God‌ ‌and‌ ‌none‌ ‌go‌ ‌away‌ ‌hungry.‌  ‌Here‌ ‌we‌ ‌embrace‌ ‌each‌ ‌other‌ ‌with‌ ‌the‌ ‌blessing‌ ‌of‌ ‌peace‌ ‌and‌ ‌none‌ ‌go‌ ‌away‌ ‌outcast.‌  ‌Here‌ ‌we‌ ‌are‌ ‌all‌ ‌forgiven‌ ‌and‌ ‌none‌ ‌go‌ ‌away‌ ‌shamed.‌  ‌Here‌ ‌we‌ ‌are‌ ‌truly‌ ‌who‌ ‌we‌ ‌are,‌ ‌the‌ ‌beloved‌ ‌daughters‌ ‌and‌ ‌sons‌ ‌of‌ ‌God‌ ‌not‌ ‌because‌ ‌of‌ ‌our‌ ‌gender‌ ‌or‌ ‌orientation,‌ ‌our‌ ‌wealth‌ ‌or‌ ‌our‌ ‌status‌ ‌but‌ ‌because‌ ‌we‌ ‌are‌ ‌all‌ ‌made‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌image‌ ‌and‌ ‌likeness‌ ‌of‌ ‌God‌ ‌who‌ ‌has‌ ‌declared‌ ‌us‌ ‌very‌ ‌Good.‌ ‌ ‌

So‌ ‌the‌ ‌dream‌ ‌of‌ ‌God‌ ‌is‌ ‌real‌ ‌and‌ ‌we‌ ‌come‌ ‌here‌ ‌Sunday‌ ‌after‌ ‌Sunday‌ ‌to‌ ‌be‌ ‌reminded‌ ‌of‌ ‌that.‌  ‌We‌ ‌lift‌ ‌our‌ ‌hands‌ ‌in‌ ‌prayer‌ ‌and‌ ‌work‌ ‌because‌ ‌we‌ ‌want‌ ‌to‌ ‌experience‌ ‌God’s‌ ‌Kingdom‌ ‌today.‌  ‌Yes,‌ ‌the‌ ‌dream‌ ‌of‌ ‌Isaiah,‌ ‌Mary‌ ‌and‌ ‌God‌ ‌is‌ ‌real‌ ‌and‌ ‌it‌ ‌is‌ ‌our‌ ‌job‌ ‌to‌ ‌share‌ ‌it‌ ‌,‌ ‌work‌ ‌in‌ ‌it‌ ‌and‌ ‌with‌ ‌it‌ ‌and‌ ‌make‌ ‌it‌ ‌real‌ ‌for‌ ‌others.‌ ‌This‌ ‌is‌ ‌the‌ ‌work‌ ‌of‌ ‌our‌ ‌hands‌ ‌and‌ ‌our‌ ‌hearts.‌ ‌This‌ ‌is‌ ‌the dream‌ ‌of‌ ‌God.‌ ‌

November 3, 2019 – The Rev. Canon Britt Olson

It’s November 3 and we’ve just had Halloween or All Hallow’s Evening, All Saint’s Day on the first and All Souls Day yesterday.  Most churches will combine All Saints and All Souls Day celebrations today with baptism or the renewal of baptismal vows along with a litany of those who have died and are known and remembered in the community.  Dia de Muertos or “Day of the Dead” brings together all these Christian feast days over a three-day holiday in Mexico that has links to an Aztec Festival.

Recently I learned about a movement called “Death over Dinner,” where guests are invited to dine together and have a guided conversation about planning and preparing for their own death, including end of life care, legacy and last wishes.

It’s been surprising to hear all this talk about “death” recently since over the past 10-20 years we’ve unofficially stopped referring to death and instead use the euphemism “passed” or “passed away” to describe this universal aspect of the human experience.  Although, it doesn’t quite work to refer to the “Day of the Passed Away” or “A Day of Remembrance for the Faithful Passed.

Episcopalians are a protestant denomination with catholic heritage and practice.  Practically this means that we don’t pray to the saints but we honor them, especially the ones we particularly like including, St. Francis, St. Clare, the apostles and St. Dunstan, the first Christian King in England.  We like to name our churches after saints and we continue to recognize new saints like Martin Luther King Jr., although they don’t have to have any miracles attributed to them.  There’s even a popular online contest, ‘Lent Madness,’ with brackets for choosing the most popular saint for the year.

We also honor All Souls, those who are not official saints, but ones who have died and are part of the community.  Some have been people of faith, others not so much but we entrust their souls to God and remember them.  We also recognize that they, like us and even all the big name saints are a mixture of both saint and sinner.  Each serve as an example but not a perfect one.

Greater awareness of death and attention to the departed is a powerful impetus to look at how we are living now.  None of us know how many years we have but it’s certain that each of us will die.  Denial of death by euphemism or the worship of eternal youthfulness can rob us of the reflection and changes necessary to make life matter now.  If, for today, for just a few short minutes we step back from our striving, planning, working for the future and contemplate the finiteness of our earthly lives, we will make space for the larger questions of what truly matters.

That great wisdom teacher Jesus offered his perspective on the life of blessedness and it is still blowing us away.  It turns upside down all the common wisdom of what makes for meaning, purpose and happiness.  Luke’s Sermon on the Plain or Beatitudes are short and direct.  Blessed are the poor, the hungry, the weeping, the persecuted.  And then he follows it by the woes.  Woe are the the rich, the full, the laughing and the popular.

He’s talking to a mixed crowd.  There are his disciples and other followers, along with the curious and the desperate.  Nervous religious leaders are there to check him out or trip him up.  There are certainly lots of poor people, but also the rich.  There are those who are grieving and suffering along with the satisfied.  His words are for everyone, including all of us who listen to him these many years later in this mixed crowd.

In classic Jesus fashion, things are not as simple as they seem.  His beatitudes are not a clear judgement, Rich = bad, Poor = good.  Instead Jesus is proclaiming his truth, God’s truth, and it goes against all conventional wisdom.  He describes an upside down kingdom where the poor and lowly are valued, honored and comforted and the rich, powerful and esteemed will no longer be able to trust in their exterior marks of success.  The comfortable and complacent will be afflicted.

The wisdom in this is not that there is one permanent class of the blessed and another of the oppressed, but just as each of us is a mixture of saint and sinner, so in our lifetimes we will both mourn and laugh, be rich and poor, be full and hungry and be admired and persecuted.  Circumstances change.  Our lives are upended.  We get surprised.  Our ship comes in.  The stock market crashes.  The diagnosis is terrible.  A new drug is discovered.  Many of us in a lifetime will oscillate between happiness and despair, comfort and want, acclaim and criticism.  Some of that is in our control, but for the most part we are reacting to circumstances that seem arbitrary.  The part we choose is our response.

Which brings me to my two grandmothers.  In my family we have the narrative of the good and loving grandmother, Mama Tay and the stingy and difficult grandma Lilly.  Both were born poor, one in Ohio and the other in Hamburg Germany.  Both had difficult childhoods, Mama Tay because her father died early and Lilly because she was sent to live in America at age 16.  Neither were able to afford college.  They married, raised children and were ultimately widowed.  Lilly remarried to a wealthy man and she lived the rich life she had always wanted in a beautiful condo overlooking the Willamette River.  Mama Tay lived in a room in an assisted living facility until her death at age 98.

Mama Tay had a tough life, and a blessed one.  She blessed the people around her.  As she was dying I came out to visit and bring her communion along with my Aunt, cousin and mother.  She couldn’t speak but she wrote on a white board.  I love you.  Thank you.  I’m grateful.  The staff and attendants at the Assisted Living Center loved her so much that they volunteered to take on the extra shifts and care she needed at the end so that she didn’t have to be moved to a more highly skilled nursing facility.  She died at peace, well cared for and loved.

Lilly had a tough life and even when she got what she thought she wanted, it wasn’t enough.  She was difficult to care for.  She fired attendants or they quit.   She was demanding and ungrateful.  She threatened to cut people out of her will if they didn’t do her bidding.  My father and Uncle finally had to physically put her in a wheelchair and take her to a nursing home since she refused to leave her condo.  She died that very night of an unexpected heart attack.  She was not at peace.

What makes for a blessed life?  How do we prepare for death so that it might be holy and, if we’re fortunate, peaceful?  Most of us will experience both joy and sorrow in life, success and failure, times of plenty and times of want.  What does it mean to live a good life in the midst of changing circumstances, much of which is not under our control?

The poor blame the rich as selfish, uncaring, corrupt and greedy.  The rich blame the poor, labeling them lazy, addicted, dirty and stupid.  We abuse one another.  We hate those who are different from us.  We curse those who disagree with us.  Grandma Lilly was a good example of this.  Her entire lifetime she remembered and admired the strength and success of Nazi Germany.  In the U.S. she was distrusted and rejected because of her German accent.  She was bitter and jealous.  When she finally got the riches she longed for she hoarded them and used them to try and manipulate her family.  She died angry and alone.

Mama Tay wasn’t perfect, but she chose another path.  She practiced forgiveness.  She gave generously.  She remained curious and connected to others.  Both grandmothers had times of wealth and poverty, suffering and happiness, hunger and security.  What differed in the end was their response.

Jesus knows that we are a mixed crowd.  He also knows our tendency towards blame and shame.  We compare our positions and blame the other and feel ashamed ourselves.  It leads to anger and bitterness.  So he gives us another way to consider, the Way of Love.  “Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who abuse you.  If anyone strikes you on the cheek, offer the other also; and from anyone who takes away your coat do not withhold even your shirt.

Give to everyone who begs from you; and if anyone takes away your goods, do not ask for them again.  Do to others as you would have them do to you.”

Regardless of circumstances, these are practices we can adopt.  When we experience our fellow citizens as enemies, when we undergo the cursing and abuse of neighbors, we can choose to love and pray for them.  We can practice forgiveness that sets us free.  We can receive and give grace.  No matter our financial status, we can give to another.  We can walk in gratitude.  And we can treat others as we would like to be treated.

Jesus himself was both poor and rich in his lifetime, born as a carpenter’s child but dining at the tables of the wealthy and powerful.  He was a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief, but also one who laughed and loved and experienced deep joy.  At the end he loved and prayed for the enemies who killed him.  He poured out his gifts for all who asked of him.  He didn’t hold back.  He is the ultimate example of a blessed and meaningful life.  We who have been baptized into his death have also been given new life, blessed life, graced life.  Amen.

October 27, 2019 – The Rev. Blaine Hammond

Given where our calendar stands right now, I want to say that according to William Temple, who was Archbishop of Canterbury during the London Blitz, voting is the minimum requirement for Christian citizenship.  Participation in community is a form of stewardship, and voting is participation in our national community.  I would encourage you to vote with the Gospel in mind.

Today is Stewardship Sunday, when we start to focus in on our giving for the upcoming year.  Because of the connection between the concept of stewardship and the concept of pledging, many people think that stewardship is synonymous with giving money to the church.  But that’s not true.  Giving money to the church is part of stewardship, but in order to understand giving we have to know what stewardship really is.  So I want to start by talking about stewardship, and eventually I will get back to giving.  Cross my heart.

A good place to start is the chorus of a song by Tracy Chapman.  The song is about a woman’s disappointment in relationship, but the chorus has a broad application:

“So don’t be tempted by the shiny apple
Don’t you eat of a bitter fruit
Hunger only for a taste of justice
Hunger only for a world of truth
‘Cause all that you have is your soul”

Well, she said it all there.  That’s the description of stewardship in a nutshell.

I’ll digress for a moment.  I worked with a priest for a while, back when I drank a lot more coffee.  When the coffeepot ran out, he used to put in more water and just run it over the used grounds.  He called that good stewardship.  I called it bad coffee.  You can work out which is right, if either one is, but I won’t ask for a show of hands.  I’ll check in again later about this.

I want to bring up St. Francis, whose feast day we celebrated with the blessing of the animals.  He has been called the most admired and least imitated saint of the church; because Francis embraced extreme poverty.  I mean extreme poverty; he gave up ownership of everything.  This, he reasoned, was because poverty sets us free; it teaches us that we are all beggars on God.  What we claim to possess actually possesses us.  When we realize that all that we have is our soul, we are no longer distracted from our divine purpose.

Stewardship is named after an occupation.  We had a reading about an unjust steward recently, remember?  Canon Britt did a good job preaching on a hard scripture that day.  He made free with the money and possessions over which he had authority; but in fact, he did not own those things.  The authority he had was delegated from his master, who did own those things.  A steward was someone who was given responsibility for things that did not belong to him; and I say “him” because in those days all of them were males.

So stewardship is not the practice of giving away a percentage of what we own; stewardship is the acknowledgement that we do not, and never did, own any of it.  It all belongs to God in the first place and we have no rights to anything that are not granted by God.  This is why we can talk about stewardship of land, of water and environment, of anything and everything that has come into our hands or is part of our lives.

That might sound simple, except for what is related by Tracy Chapman’s lyric, “Don’t be tempted by the shiny apple, don’t you eat of a bitter fruit.”  It is also related to the reason that St. Francis felt freedom when he was relieved of possessions.  That reason is an unpopular three-letter word, “sin.”

One way sin has power over us is when we are diverted into thinking that we do, in fact, own things.  Sin has power over us when we think that they have been given to us by God to do with as we wish, rather than being allowed the use and oversight of things that are God’s.  Another way sin has power over us is when we forget that God wants us to use them for good.  We have been lulled by theologies that suggest that wealth is a sign of God’s favor and poverty is a sign of God’s displeasure.  We have been lulled by theologies that say that this world will pass away so it doesn’t matter what we do to it.  These kinds of theologies approve of radical individualism, of amassing wealth at the expense of others, of destroying God’s beloved creation because “it doesn’t really matter.”

We humans desire things violently.  We have only to look at the world to see that.  And I understand the wish to have more money, land and power than one can possibly use.  It can insulate us from misfortune and from being controlled by others. It can make us think that we have control. That is why God urges us toward community, in the midst of prosperity as well as in want.

“Hunger only for a taste of justice, hunger only for a world of truth,” sings Tracy Chapman.  St. Francis did not think that by disavowing possessions he had achieved God’s will; he believed his mission was to rebuild God’s Church, and he, along with his female counterpart, St. Clare, began doing that by forming communities of people who took vows of personal asceticism so that their focus might be on God and God’s people.  Apart from a special calling from God, it is impossible to be Christians alone, by ourselves.  Christianity is a community, not a solitary contract between God and an individual believer.

So stewardship means that we have everything and own nothing.  This consciousness of community is related to a tribal consciousness, which says that if anyone has food, nobody goes hungry.  Sharing is the will of God, expressed over and over in the Law and the Prophets, and affirmed over and over again in the New Testament.  In today’s Gospel reading Jesus tells of a man who thought giving 10% of what he earned was good enough.  It was not good enough.

This consciousness of community is supposed to extend to every aspect of our lives.  Everything is offered to God and to one another.  We offer our fullness; we offer our emptiness.  That is stewardship.  We offer the rejection and scorn we experience; we offer the love and approbation we experience.  That is stewardship.  We offer who we are and what we are.  Forgiveness, mercy and compassion are stewardship too, sometimes the most difficult form.

That sense of having nothing that does not belong to God is behind the tithe and offering laws.  We give what we value most because that is the most radical affirmation that it does not belong to us to begin with.  Stewardship is also related to the sacrificial laws.  We don’t sacrifice animals anymore, but we still make sacrifices.  Second Timothy refers to being poured out as a libation.  A libation was an offering of such things as wine and oil, which were poured out before the altar.  Pouring out our whole self is the most radical sacrifice.

And that brings us to money.  I told you I would get here!  Money, too, belongs to the sacrificial laws.  We give what we value, and in this society, money has great value.  But how do we give it?  And it is true that some, like St. Francis, are unable to offer money; but he offered himself, and so can we all.

A portion of our giving should be directed to our religious community.  Apart from the fact that if we want something we need to pay for it, giving acknowledges who and what we are in God.  We are an interdependent people, responsible for ourselves and for one another.  We give so that the work of the Church – which, remember, is ourselves – may not die of neglect.  We give so that we can remember that we are not giving what is ours, we are returning what is God’s.  St. Luke’s has been on the verge of closing more than once, and it is giving that has allowed us to continue.

The Church is caught between trying to encourage people to give the biblical standard of a tithe, or 10%, and trying not to drive away people who are unable or unwilling to offer that much.  But the tithe is only a part of the standard; the phrase we need to hear is “tithes and offerings.”  Offerings may go to the church or somewhere else.  I like to direct a monthly offering to Edible Hope, for instance, and I will give now and then to charities.  Another thing I like is to give to Canon Britt’s Discretionary Fund, which allows her to give money to those in need.  On a larger scale is Episcopal Relief and Development, or ERD, which is a great place to send money for global needs, especially in times of disaster.  ERD is a highly rated charity, with only about 10% of the money going to administration.  Think about it the next time you hear about a hurricane or other humanitarian emergency and want to contribute.

If the Church is going to continue to be here for us it needs to have people to do the work, and to pay its people and its bills.  I read a joke the other day.  A preacher says “I have good news and bad news.  The good news is we have all the money we need to get the roof fixed.  The bad news is that it’s still out there in your pockets.”  The reason for pledging is that our church needs a budget to operate, and if we don’t tell our Vestry what we plan to give they can’t know what we can afford to do.

The book of Sirach proposes what I think of as a difficult premise, which is that God will repay us if we make offerings.  I have heard that developed as a kind of magical thing, which is why I think it is difficult.  But it is true that in our own lives, our giving and our receiving are linked, as our hearts and spirits are opened by our offerings.  Sirach also offers us the warning that we cannot bribe God, or offer a dishonest sacrifice.  A sacrifice was supposed to be the best of the animals or the first of the crops; a dishonest sacrifice cheated by offering what the person least desired.  We are asked to give the first and the best, not the leftovers.

Finally, I want to focus on the joy of participation in stewardship rather than on burdensome duty; all participation in God’s activity is joyous.

So, you decide.  Bad coffee or good stewardship?

“Hunger only for a taste of justice; hunger only for a world of truth.  All that you have is your soul.”

October 20, 2019 – The Rev. Canon Britt Olson

Today we celebrate the Feast of St. Luke, our patron saint.  And there’s so much to say!  About Luke who was a physician, an evangelist, an early Gentile convert to Christianity and the writer of over one quarter of the content of the New Testament.  And about St. Luke’s, Ballard – this 130 year old start-up congregation with a rich, roller coaster-like history that makes it quirky, beloved, reviled and unique.

Every three years the liturgical churches are guided by the words of Luke the Evangelist Sunday by Sunday as we work through his gospel in Year C of the Lectionary and add in readings from his Acts of the Apostles for a number of months.  Through his eyes we see social outcasts like lepers and Samaritans who are made whole and well in body, mind and spirit.  We experience the power of God’s Spirit guiding and giving courage to followers of Jesus as they make risky journeys of love for the sake of the gospel.  We hear Mother Mary’s Magnificat praising the God who turns the world upside down on behalf of the poor and lowly.  We join shepherds in their fields by night, prisoners whose jail doors have been blown open and prodigal sons who are freed and forgiven by the grace and mercy of God.

There’s plenty of drama in Luke-Acts.  Just as there has been plenty of drama in Luke’s namesake congregation here in Ballard.  Despite its central location in the neighborhood, it has often been a church on the margins.  First as an Episcopal Church in a neighborhood that was originally, overwhelmingly Scandinavian and Lutheran.  Then as a congregation of mostly working-class people of modest means in a denomination often known for wealth and status.  For the first 75 years it moved locations, changed names and nearly closed any number of times.  It had trouble holding onto clergy and paying its bills.

When growth and attention finally came to St. Luke’s, Ballard it came in the form of the charismatic revival movement that brought both renewal and notoriety to this little corner of the world.  The dramatic power of the Holy Spirit energized this little church, brought them closer to Jesus and more willing to reach out in love and faith to others.  All sorts of people flocked here from every social and religious background as well as atheists and agnostics from all over this city, the country and the world.  Newsweek and Time had cover stories on the Rector, Dennis Bennett and the congregation.  Thousands would visit each week at one of 4 Sunday services or the weeknight gatherings on Tuesdays and Fridays.

It was in this place that people were inspired and changed by the baptism of the Holy Spirit.  People from widely different backgrounds experienced love in such a profound way that they grew in love for one another across the divisions that normally keep us separate.  Former prisoners came to find freedom and acceptance.  Those who had been blinded by hatred or addiction or the rat race towards success recovered their sight and began to respond to the beauty of the Lord.

Lots of marriages began here and many others were saved.  Individuals who were converted or renewed in their faith went back to their own congregations or even out into the world to share the love of God with others.  Countless others discovered their vocation of Christian ministry within the church or in their secular occupation.  This little church was an incubator for movements of the Spirit that are still growing all over the world.

And 30 years ago, one small prayer group decided to start feeding lunch to the hungry in the neighborhood and to the seasonal workers and alcoholics who were hanging out in Ballard.  Most of us know what has happened since!

Today we celebrate the Feast of St. Luke.  But both Luke the Evangelist and Physician and the rich history of this congregation are pointing away from themselves to someone greater.  The miracles and healings in Luke and Acts point to Jesus.

The powerful presence of the Holy Spirit in the early Christian community points to Jesus.  The charismatic renewal movement here in Ballard in the second half of the twentieth century points to Jesus.  Even the prophet Isaiah proclaimed by Jesus in the synagogue in Nazareth reveal the source of life and love being fulfilled in Jesus.

Because of these witnesses we too are called forward into a new experience of renewal and healing by the power of the Holy Spirit.  In a very secular age, in a very secular city, we are called to live as people of faith, hope and love, to be witnesses to Jesus.  We want, we need to experience the Spirit that breaks down divisions, that binds up the wounds of racial hatred, that frees those bound up in addiction and depression.  We need a renewed vision of community that brings people together in love even when they don’t like one another.

We want, we need the power of God to change our careless ways that are dealing death to the planet we love.  We need the courage of the Spirit to step out sacrificially to care for more than just our own wellbeing.  We want to be part of a movement of the Spirit that renews the face of the earth.

But here we are, this Sunday, just a small group of characters, peculiar treasures.  We are not a mega church.  We are not successful or rich or acclaimed.  We don’t have a ton of resources and we struggle with our own lack of racial diversity, our own busyness that makes it hard to develop a rich spiritual life, our own doubts and fears that make it hard to believe God would call us to do something risky or demanding in Jesus’s name.

And we ourselves are wounded.  Maybe you identify with those who are trapped by jobs and responsibilities that take all your time and energy and leave you very little for yourself, let alone the Spirit.  Maybe you find yourself bound by behaviors that you know are not good for you or helpful to others and leave you feeling ashamed and filled with self-loathing.

Some are facing physical and psychological challenges that make it hard to believe that you will ever feel well again.  Or you may be caring for loved ones under tremendously difficult circumstances.  Despair can get a hold of us and make it hard to hear the life-giving voice of the Spirit.  Doubt can produce fear that blinds us to our own beauty and the beauty of the world around us.  Our own failures and the failures of those we have trusted can cause us to wall ourselves off and prevent us from trying again, loving again, caring again.

Well, you’ve come to the right place.  You’re in the place of St. Luke, the physician and proclaimer of good news.  You’re with fellow St. Lukans who share an experience of renewal and healing by the power of the Holy Spirit even during the darkest times.  You’re at the table of Jesus where all are welcome and fed.

You may have noticed that each Sunday, a few people gather by the prayer candles and the baptismal font to pray for healing in body, mind and spirit.  Maybe you’ve participated.  Maybe you’ve felt awkward or nervous about what’s happening and have chosen to stay away.  Maybe you’re not sure what you think about healing prayer.  Maybe it’s delusional, or anti-science or some form of magical thinking.  Or maybe it’s just way too public and exposed!

Today we will offer healing prayer, laying on of hands and anointing with oil as a sacrament of the Church in a more formal way.  I want to let you know what is happening and why as we prepare for this.

First of all, no one here is a healer.  The source of all healing is God in Christ Jesus and by the power of the Holy Spirit.  None of those who pray for you have magical gifts.  What they do have is a love for God and for you, and a desire for the greatest possible good for you.  They may be your friends or even family who join me in praying for you and supporting you.  They may be those who have followed Jesus in his healing ministry for many years and have experienced their own healing through God’s grace and mercy.

They may have special gifts of prayer that allow them to pray in a prayer language that goes straight from their heart to God.   They offer to pray for others out of their own faith and love.

Secondly, healing prayer is not in contradiction to, or in place of good medical care.  In the first reading from Sirach we heard an exhortation to honor physicians and their skills.  Healing prayer accompanies appropriate treatment.  It is not a last resort when all has failed.  In healing prayer the focus is on God, not whatever the ailment is because this is not medical treatment.  Those who pray for others lift them up to the source of light, life and love that is the Holy One, entrusting you to the God who knows every part of you.

Finally there is no right way to pray.  You can pray for healing personally and quietly without involving others.  You can pray in any language and with many different words or in silence.  You can pray here in church with oil that has been blessed by the bishop or anywhere else you like or need to.

What matters is that you give God the opportunity to move in your heart, will and spirit.  Healing and wholeness come from God but often in ways that are unexpected or unasked for.  I know that when I was working as a diocesan executive in a nice office in Northern California and praying for spiritual renewal and better emotional health, I sure didn’t expect that prayer to be answered by bringing me to St. Luke’s, Ballard!

At the end of the sermon we will pray for healing for all people and their concerns in a litany of healing.  Then I will go over to the side with a few others who will join me in prayer and the laying on of hands.  You may come forward and stand or sit as you prefer and let us know for whom we are praying.  Oil will be place on your forehead and we will put hands on your shoulders and back.  If you prefer not to be touched, please let me know.  Again, there is no magical or right way for healing prayer.

During the healing prayer, Ivar will be playing and there is music in your bulletin for singing.  Singing is certainly one way to join in prayer.  In fact, right now I’m asking Ivar to add the song “Give me Jesus” at the end since it is often the prayer of my heart and our collective spirit.

Let us pray.

September 29, 2019 – The Rev. Canon Britt Olson


One of my favorite cartoons depicts the heavenly throne in the clouds with a newly arrived soul who has just come through the pearly gates.  The newest saint has a look of astonishment on his face as he gazes upon the figure who is seated on the throne, bathed in light, dressed in a royal robe and wearing a crown.  From the throne the blessed one with tail wagging and ears perked up says, “The joyful, loving, eternally forgiving nature of dogs never tipped you off?”

After all, we all know that dog is just god spelled backwards!

Visions of heaven and hell are not just good material for cartoonists.  In every century, in every society there are stories and art that provide metaphors, imagery and language for the afterlife.  And since none of us can or ever will know what lies after death and the grave, there is no way to “fact check” any of this material.

The cartoon vision of St. Peter at the pearly gates cannot be found in Scripture.  The notion of a personal devil with a forked tail and pitchfork isn’t described in the Bible.  Most of us understand that there is no location called “heaven” somewhere above in the clouds, particularly since our spinning planet in our circling solar system has no reference point for up or down!

When we read the Old and New Testaments, we are given a wealth of different depictions of the afterlife, most of which are primarily a commentary on life as it is lived here on earth.

Today we hear another parable from Jesus about a dramatic reversal of expectations.  Jesus uses the language and imagery of the afterlife to call into question the assumptions of his audience.  Did you notice who is mentioned in the parable?  There is a rich man.  The trappings of first century wealth weren’t fancy cars and expensive jewelry.  We know he’s rich because he wears the very rare and expensive color, purple made from indigo and dresses in linen, which is the finest cloth of his time.  In addition, he never goes hungry and eats a lavish feast every day of the year.

Interestingly, although we don’t know the name of this fabulously wealthy man, we do know that the poor man is called Lazarus, not the same Lazarus that Jesus raises from the dead, but one that Jesus must have known well because he describes him in detail.  He has no home but instead sleeps in front of the door to the rich man’s home.  He’s hungry and sick, covered in sores.  Lazarus dies an early death from exposure, starvation and lack of care.

So far there is nothing unusual in this tale.  It has been repeated the world over and we can see it unfolding on our own doorsteps.  It’s the story that 60 Minutes will cover when they broadcast their piece on Homelessness in Seattle in a few weeks.

What makes Jesus’s parable unique is the presence of the third character.  After death both the rich man and Lazarus encounter Abraham, the patriarch of the Jewish faith.  It’s Abraham who comforts Lazarus and instructs the rich man.  It’s Abraham that points to Moses and the Hebrew prophets as more than adequate teaching on the perils of ignoring the poor and failing to care for the helpless.

After all, Jesus’s audience for this parable are the Pharisees, Jewish religious leaders and examples of holiness.  Just a few verses earlier, they are described as lovers of money.  They ridicule Jesus when he tells them “You cannot serve God and wealth.”  They may have believed, as many still do, that wealth and success are signs of God’s favor and that the poor choose or deserve their lowly status because of character flaws like laziness, criminality, stupidity or weakness.

This shocking parable is a dire warning to those who rely on money and status to justify themselves and who ignore those beloved of God, the poor and needy.  It is not primarily a parable of what the afterlife will be like.  It is not an actual depiction of some kind of hell or heaven.  It is, instead, a dramatic pulling back of the veil we hide behind when we turn away from desperate economic inequality.  It is condemnation of a society where daily the poor are left to lie in doorways, on the street, in filthy encampments bearing open wounds and without adequate care.

If you’ve been hanging out in church with Luke’s gospel over the past few weeks, you have heard a series of dramatic reversals from what is expected.  Jesus is turning all our common wisdom on its head.  In the parables of the lost sheep, coin and son, the God figure is more concerned with the one who is lost than all the obedient, careful rule followers.  In the parable of the unjust steward, the God figure is more concerned with forgiveness than fairness, with right relationship than right accounting.  And in today’s parable, those who have been abandoned, neglected and despised while alive are most highly valued in God’s economy.

Let me be clear.  It’s not the rich man’s wealth that ultimately gets him into trouble.  It’s his failure to listen to God in the words of the law and prophets.  According to Abraham, he wouldn’t even listen if one were raised from the dead.  He has chosen to rely on wealth rather than God, to love money and use people rather than the other way around.

And it’s not the righteousness of Lazarus that brings the favor of Abraham.  We don’t know anything about his character.  All we know is that he is desperate in this life and beloved in the afterlife.  In the parable of Lazarus and the rich man, Jesus continues to fulfill his promise to “preach good news to the poor.”  He demonstrates the Old Testament principles that show God’s preferential option for the poor and disadvantaged.  He gives hope to those who have been forsaken on this earth with the promise of Paradise.  Jesus sees the poor as God sees all those who are broken down by life’s circumstances.  His economy is in opposition to the world’s.

Wealth is a completely arbitrary standard for favor or success.  Those who measure their lives by it never have enough and those for whom wealth has lost its power will always be content.  When wealth is the dominant driver, we have to turn our eyes away from the poor and ignore the needy.  When we find ourselves in right relationship to God and God’s gifts we are able to open our hands in generosity.

Sometimes we catch glimpses of God’s kingdom and God’s economy.  This past week we held the Edible Hope Kitchen fundraiser.  Looking around the sold out event, I saw people from every walk of life, housed and unhoused, rich and poor, young and old, churched and unchurched.  We all shared the same meal.  We all shared a common mission of creating a community where everyone is fed and cared for.  If you weren’t able to come or couldn’t hear well, I’d like to share with you some of what Jess said about her experience as a guest at Edible Hope Kitchen.

Jess became homeless after a terrible car accident in which her fiancé was killed and she was badly disabled.  Over time she lost housing, job, memories and all her money.  She continues to struggle to get her life back and to remain safe while living on the streets.  What she loves most about the daily breakfasts at Edible Hope is the community.  When she comes here, she is valued, she is noticed, she is part of a group of people who she cares about and who care about her.  Someone checks in with her to see how she’s doing.  She feels seen and loved and she is able to offer her love and care to others.

No one is so poor that they don’t have something to offer and gifts to share.  No one is so poor that they are without value or purpose.  Conversely, no amount of money can secure your soul or prevent loneliness, unhappiness and purposelessness.

Jesus’s vision of the Kingdom is one where all are fed, all are loved, all are valued.  If we listen to Moses and the prophets, if we pay attention to the one who is raised from the dead, we can live in that reality even now.  Like this past Monday night at Lagunitas, we can experience Beloved Community, which is joyful, loving and eternally forgiving.  Amen.