A Red, Red Rose

12^th Sunday after Pentecost, Yr. B, August 19, 2012

Proverbs 9:1-6; Psalm 34:9-14; Ephesians 5:15-20; John 6:51-58

Sermon preached at St. Stephen’s Episcopal Church

Last week, I went to church at St. Patrick's Church in Brewer, ME.  I've been there a number of times, always in the summer, and usually when the priest there is on vacation ... like I am.  This time the Associate Priest was presiding and preaching at the service.  He started his sermon by saying that he had intended to make this sermon a two parter.  Beginning with last Sunday's lessons and finishing with this Sunday's readings.   But things hadn't worked out exactly as he had planned, so he actually ended up condensing last week's sermon and giving us a preview of this week. 

He shared with us two poems, and he talked about the way poetry often communicates a message that is difficult to articulate in everyday language.

To Work and To Love

8^th Sunday after Pentecost, Yr. B, July 22, 2012

Jeremiah 23:1-6; Psalm 23; Ephesians 2:11-22; Mark 6:30-34, 53-56

Sermon preached at St. Stephen’s Episcopal Church

         Here’s how I imagine the gathering at the beginning of our gospel story.  The apostles are returning in their pairs from the mission that Jesus has sent them out to do.  They are all talking at once. 

“Jesus, you’ll never believe what happened to us in Jerusalem.”

“Jesus, Andrew and I were so tired after walking that first night that I didn’t think we were going to make it into the city to find shelter.”

“Jesus, Peter and I got lost on the path to Jericho and I wanted to kill him for taking us down the wrong road.”

“Jesus, Nathaniel healed a blind woman and her husband was so grateful that he let us stay with them for a whole week!”

 “Jesus, I think I need a new pair of sandals.”

Step out Boldly

7^th Sunday after Pentecost, Yr. B, July 15, 2012

Amos 7:7-15; Psalm 85:8-13; Ephesians 1:3-14; Mark 6:14-29

Sermon preached at St. Stephen’s Episcopal Church

            In some ways today’s gospel story is almost too ludicrous to take seriously.  We have a “king” who’s not really a king celebrating a birthday with a grand party for his friends and officers.  Shamelessly he allows his daughter to dance for the guests, something that should only have been allowed with family present.  He becomes so enthralled with her dance that he offers her anything she desires, even though the most a daughter can expect to receive from a father is half of what he owns.  But his daughter doesn’t want the kingdom.  She wants the head of John the Baptist on a platter, a truly gruesome request.  Herod has made the gift offer in front of all his officers, and to avoid dishonor he reluctantly … we’re told … sends his soldiers to the prison to kill John.  John’s head is ultimately served up on a platter to the waiting daughter.

Tree or Shrub?

3^rd Sunday after Pentecost, Yr. B, June 17, 2012

Ezekiel 17:22-24; Psalm 92:1-4, 11-14; 2 Corinthians 2 Corinthians 5:6-10, (11-13), 14-17; ; Mark 4:26-34

Sermon preached at St. Stephen’s Episcopal Church

The passage we heard from Ezekiel is the third part in a larger series that begins with a parable.  The parable goes like this.

A great eagle, with great wings and long pinions,
rich in plumage of many colors, came to the Lebanon.
He took the top of the cedar, broke off its topmost shoot;
he carried it to a land of trade,
set it in a city of merchants. 
Then he took a seed from the land, placed it in fertile soil;
a plant by abundant waters, he set it like a willow twig. 
It sprouted and became a vine,
spreading out, but low;
its branches turned towards him, its roots remained where it stood.
 So it became a vine; it brought forth branches,
put forth foliage.

A House Divided

2^nd Sunday after Pentecost, Yr. B, June 10, 2012

Genesis 3:8-15; Psalm 130; 2 Corinthians 4:13-5:1; Mark 3:20-35

Sermon preached at St. Stephen’s Episcopal Church

Jesus has been walking around Galilee healing  and teaching.  He’s finished collecting disciples and has just come home.  Why?  We don’t know, but already a crowd is forming around him.  Obviously his reputation as a healer and exorcist has preceeded him, and now people are seeking him out.  The Scribes are trying to discredit him, by saying that Jesus is the chief devil.  They’re saying that Jesus is just masquerading as a good guy.  Sometimes that’s how evil gets a good foothold, by pretending to be good.

Recognizing Jesus

Trinity Sunday, Yr. B, June 3, 2012

Isaiah 6:1-8; Canticle 13; Romans 8:12-17; John 3:1-17

Sermon preached at St. Stephen’s Episcopal Church

            When I lived in Lake Placid, Nancy and I attended the local Episcopal church there.  On the way home from church we drove through Saranac Lake and we would sometimes stop at our friend’s house for a visit.  We did that one Easter morning.  Our friend wasn’t raised in the church.  She had her own ideas about Easter, not particularly flattering ones.  On this morning she decided to tell us what she thought about Easter by drawing us a picture.  She picked up a pen and drew a rabbit being pulled out of a magician’s hat.  It’s all magic, isn’t it.  The resurrection?  Isn’t it just about as real as a magician pulling a rabbit out of his hat?  I remember thinking, she really doesn’t get it at all. 

Those Shoes

Elizabeth O’Neill Memorial Service; Saturday, June 2, 2012

The Bustle in a House (Dickinson); John 10:11-16

Sermon preached at St. Stephen’s Episcopal Church

            I knew Elizabeth the last five years of her life.  I remember one of the first times I visited with her in her home on Trafalgar Street.  We were sitting in the living room.  We had been talking about her early years.  Elizabeth had lots of stories.  She had lived a long life.  She had told me about her father, who was a doctor, and what it was like growing up.  She had told me some about her early teaching experience and meeting her husband and their marriage.  We had come to a natural pause in our conversation.  We were both taking a moment to sip our tea, and enjoy the quiet of the house.  Her eyes drifted down, and I waited for what I thought would be another pearl of a memory.  She pointed downward and said, “Those are not particularly attractive shoes”.   And she was right, they weren't very attractive shoes!  “You’re right”, I answered.  “But they are particularly comfortable ones!”  I knew then, that I really liked this woman.  She stated the obvious truth that most of us are too polite to utter.  Elizabeth did not use words loosely.  As a teacher of English, she knew the power of words and stories.