7th
Sunday of Easter; Yr. C, May 12, 2013
Acts 16:16-34; Psalm 97;
Revelation 22:12-14, 16-17, 20-21; John 17:20-26
Sermon
preached at St. Stephen’s Episcopal Church
Most of you know that I
used to live in the Adirondacks. When
you think of the Adirondack Mountains, I bet you think first of the natural
beauty there, and the access to lakes and trails that enable so many to enjoy
the outdoors. You might think about
snowmobiling or ski slopes or ice skating on frozen ponds. Perhaps you even remember the winter Olympics
that took place in Lake Placid, most recently in 1980. I think of those things too, but every once
in a while I remember something else. I
remember the many prisons there.
Between Saranac Lake
and Lake Placid there are two prisons, one federal and one state. In the small town of Gabriels, not far away,
there was another one. It’s now
closed. In Malone, about 30 minutes away
from where we lived, there were three more. According to Wikipedia,“All three prisons [in Malone], along with
other upstate facilities, provide employment in an otherwise depressed economic
area of the state.” Our neighbor was
a prison guard, so were a lot of other people.
When I lived there, the town I taught in was actually competing for a
new prison as a way to grow their economy.
They needed a new industry to fuel that growth. They needed jobs. A new prison could mean at least 200 new
jobs. A new prison could mean money for
the town.