Christ the King A: Wellness Check

Christ the King St. Mark’s November 26, 2017

Matthew Final Judgement, Great Surprise, Wellness Check

My husband summarizes our life as we become older into four categories. “We go to church. We go out to eat. We go to funerals, and we go to the doctors. Indeed, we do spend an inordinate amount of time in physician offices where miracle workers try to put our bodies back together for a few more years so we might see graduations and marriages of our grandchildren. We concentrate on wellness,/ disease prevention. We are vigilant about signs of cancer, for we know early diagnosis is crucial.  Heart disease is a worry.  My husband has had his bypass.  My primary care physician treats me as if at my age I already have heart disease. We know the best treatment for our heart. Diet and exercise. The proper diet is easier, but exercise is more difficult with my mobility issues. One daughter-in-law suggests yoga and another daughter-in-law and our granddaughter are “fixing” as they say in Arkansas to do yoga here at St. Mark’s. Mine will no doubt be chair yoga.  Also, you may see some of the staff wearing a Fitbit to measure steps. This is an attempt of Michael McCain to keep us alive a little longer./

This passage from Matthew is called the Last Judgement, but could have several other titles. One is the Great Surprise. Those who are caring for those in need as well as those who are not have no realization that they are also caring for Christ as well./ Another title is The Great Wellness Check/ for ourselves and for those in need.1 How interesting that the six ways Jesus gives for recognizing God in the world all deal with caring for the bodies, the humanity, the wellness of others. Jesus doesn't ask how many souls we have saved, what creeds we believe, but asks if we have cared for the basic human needs and wellness of others. Jesus makes it clear that what happens to others, happens to him. He takes it personally. He tells us that his body will be present in those in need and especially those who are suffering, the untreated hypertensive and the mentally ill who visit St. Mark’s food pantry and St. Francis House./ Remember this. Our King is not a remote God up in the sky on some throne. He is right here,/ right here, especially in our neighbor who needs us.

Jesus reminds us how important it is for our souls to practice unrestrained hospitality and love towards each other, especially those who are sick, needy, poor, the stranger, those in prison, especially for the “least of these, who are members of my family,” says the King. This is the diaconal call and invitation of the church to all of us. Jesus is giving us at the end of this liturgical year a snapshot of what our overall wellness should look like/ as well as the wellness of those in need.

 Matthew wants us to know that our ministry to those in the margins of our society is a diagnostic tool for us to measure and evaluate the condition of our own hearts. This ministry should not be a check off of a to do list, but a call to care because of the love which God has placed in our hearts. How easy it is to forget how to nurture this love and put it into action. Remember how quickly the disciples (Acts 24:10-14) forget in the immediate post-resurrection stories when the first women at the tomb are not believed and are dismissed by the disciples. Remember the discouragement of the two disciples on the road to Emmaus.  Just one day after the resurrection, we see some of the most dangerous cancers Christians face, apathy, antagonism, disagreement, and a cooling of that love we once felt for Christ and each other. We forget we can only keep that love by giving it away as we look for the face of Christ daily in those climbing the corporate ladder as well as those in hospitals and nursing homes, those who are hungry, immigrants, and those who have lost their homes from fire, flood, or hurricane./

As in all of Jesus’s commands, it is a paradox. When we reach out to others in need, the love we share comes back to us and revitalizes, reenergizes us.  Henri Nouwen describes it more clearly.2 “Like every human organization, the Church is constantly in danger of corruption. The answer to prevent it is clear: by focusing on the poor. The poor make the Church faithful to its vocation. When the Church is no longer a church for the poor, it loses its spiritual identity and gets caught up in disagreements, jealousy, power games, and pettiness. When we reach out with all our energy to the margins of our society we will discover that petty disagreements, fruitless debates, and paralyzing rivalries will gradually vanish.”/

At the beginning of this month we celebrated the lives of saints and mentors who made a difference in our lives. They are a constant reminder of what wellness is like.

Last month we remembered someone who all in the recovery community in Little Rock knew well, Columbus. Every year, usually early in the morning on the birthday of your sobriety, you got a phone call from Columbus. You waited in anticipation for that call, celebrating one more year of new life with someone you only knew over the phone lines.

 Columbus’ wife of 46 years left  him three times before he went into his last rehabilitation after multiple DUI’s, missed work, and days when she did not know where he was.  Columbus died in the 38th year of his sobriety and was credited with leading thousands of men and women all over the world to sobriety. Columbus made 15,000 calls a year and almost half a million calls before his death. He also called people he knew were no longer in recovery and told them he cared about them. Many say they returned to recovery because of Columbus.

Columbus’ wife described his change as “truly unbelievable. He became a dedicated father and grandfather after he came so close to losing his family.”

When I hear people wonder what they can possibly do to make a difference in the world, I tell them Columbus’ story. One man/ with a generous heart,/ picking up the phone every day,/ and changing lives/ with a simple phone call.

I know each of us can remember times we did not get a good wellness report and passed by the body of Christ. As we met for our family’s last Thanksgiving meal last night, we looked at old family vacation slides. I remember the first time we took our oldest son to New York when he was in high school. We were so excited to show him all of our favorite haunts in the Big Apple. Of course, his favorite part of the trip was dining from room service in our hotel room. When we did venture out to the crowded streets, I do not remember his amazement at seeing the cacophony of people or the towering skyscrapers. I do remember that shortly after we left our hotel, we were met with people, men, women, young, old sitting in alleys and by storefronts with cardboard signs begging for food and money. Of course, my husband and I walked right by. / But our son,/ walked by with us, /then stopped,/ and turned around/ and went back to give money to each person begging.  Consciously or unconsciously, our son had seen the body of Christ in each of the street people he met that day. Isn't it amazing what your children can teach you./

 Barbara Brown Taylor3 reminds us that “sometimes when we do look into the eyes of those in need, all we see is our own helplessness, our own inability to know what is right./ Sometimes we will see our own reflection; we see ourselves in a stark new light./  Sometimes we see such gratitude that it reminds us how much we have to be thankful for, / and sometimes we see such a wily will to survive that we cannot help but admire it, even when we are the target of its ambitions.”

One more thing to remember. Notice that the sheep and the goats do not respond  individually,  but as a group. We are part of a community, the body of Christ, and the wellness of this body and our own depends on our serving together. My experience is that my body becomes exhausted and overwhelmed when I begin to believe that I alone am in charge of caring for the needs of the world. GOD DOES NOT WORK ALONE, so why would we think that God would ask us to serve without the help of the rest of the body of Christ?/

Wellness checks/ are not our favorite things. They ask us to look at our lives and recalibrate. They remind us that infection, cancer, and heart disease are what we need to be on the lookout for in our own spirit/ as well as our bodies.  Jesus reminds us today what a wellness check-up for Christians is like.// I have asked you to remember many things./ If you forget, remember one thing. Christianity’s default position should always be hospitality,4 especially to the stranger. This is Jesus’ favorite medical advice for our hearts,/ to reach out/ and love/ is to stay alive/ and be well.5

1Lindsay Armstrong, Feasting on the Word, year A Vol 4, pp. 333-337.

2Henri Nouwen, Bread for the Journey.

3Barbara Brown Taylor, The Preaching Life, "Knowing Glances," pp. 133-139.

4Will Willimon, Pulpit Resource, vol. 45, no. 4 year A, November 2017, pp. 27-29.

5John Buchanan, Feasting on the Word, year A Vol 4, pp. 332-336.

Joanna   joannaseibert.com

 

 

 

 

All Saints 12 step Eucharist

 All Saints 12 step Eucharist

Ecclesiasticus 44:1-15

St. Mark’s November 1, 2017

"Let us now sing the praises of famous men,

our ancestors in their generations…

they were wise in their words of instruction..

But these also were godly men,

whose righteous deeds have not been forgotten;

their wealth will remain with their descendants,

and their inheritance with their children’s children."

Today we celebrate the major feast day of  All Saints, remembering those who have gone before us, known and unknown who have made a difference in so many other lives. I would like to tell you about my experience with two saints who do not yet have a feast day.

Eight years ago, I kept getting these calls from a radiologist in Akron, Ohio, to come and speak at their Children’s Hospital about work I have done in Sickle Cell Disease. I am trying to cut back on the busyness of my life (if you can believe that) and keep refusing. Akron? You must be kidding. Ten years earlier I became aware that alcohol was interfering with my life. A therapist introduces me to her neighbor in a 12-step program, and she introduces me to a new life. I often go to a 12-step meeting at noon at the Central Office where there is a picture of the home in Akron of Dr. Bob Smith, one of the founders of this recovery program. I keep seeing that small brick-fronted house every day as I keep getting calls from the physician in Akron. Finally, I realize this just may be a message to go to Akron. I call back and say I will go on the condition that they will take me to Dr. Bob’s house. Of course, none of my hosts have heard of Dr. Bob. After the lectures, I am taken to Dr. Bob’s house, 855 Admore Avenue, modest, easily missed, tucked away in a quiet neighborhood. I go upstairs to the bedroom where Dr. Bob met with Bill Wilson, a stock speculator from New York, on the day after Mother’s Day in 1935.  In this small upper-room these two men eventually began a program, before I was born, to save my life and the lives of some of you present. These are two saints in my life and maybe yours.  This is the God of my understanding: someone who loves us so dearly that there is a plan to care for and save us all before we are born. Sitting in that house was one of the most powerful spiritual experiences I have known. I have an overwhelming sense of God’s love for me and each of us manifested through two men I have never known but now want to remember. But…. don’t be like me and wait so long to take that trip to Akron to remember the saints who have saved your life and be empowered to continue their work. Dr. Bob Smith and Bill Wilson have not been named saints in our church calendar, but Dr. Bob’s house has been declared a National Historic Landmark. I have left some pictures for you.

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Joanna  joannaseibert.com

The wedding banquet

The wedding banquet

23A Matthew 22:1-14

October 15, 2017 Trinity Searcy

"The kingdom of heaven may be compared to a king who gave a wedding banquet for his son."

In elementary school I remember getting high marks for Reading Skills but not quite as high for what was called Comprehension.  I need help from you with this parable. This is no ordinary story. It looks like an elaborate allegory, in which everything could have a deeper meaning.  Barbara Brown Taylor says our first clue is this opening line. "The kingdom of heaven may be compared to a king who gave a wedding banquet for his son."  The king is God, and humm, who do you think the Son might be?  Our second clue that this is an allegory is the OUTRAGEOUSNESS of the plot. How many people do you know murder the mailman for delivering the wedding invitation? And how likely is it that a wedding banquet can stay warm while the king mobilizes his troops, declares war, and burns a whole city to the ground?  By the time all that happens, the sesame chicken wings will be seriously overdone.  /

Most of us have not been involved in a royal wedding banquet, but we have some idea of the preparation that takes place for a special event,/ an engagement party, Christmas dinner, Thanksgiving, prom, birthday, rehearsal, wedding, or baptismal dinners,/ the kind of dinner if you do not prepare it yourself, you might pay a caterer maybe $25 a plate. You want the food to be as beautiful as it is appetizing.  You work for days polishing silver, picking invitations, place cards, napkins, --- not to mention the mammoth job of cleaning your house. A dear friend who can arrange flowers comes to your rescue with the table settings.  You choose the best wine you can afford (Chateau Lafitte Rothschild). You spend sleepless nights deciding on the seating arrangements.  You finally decide on the music, you ask your favorite musician to play a soothing piano in the background. Of course, you now also frantically must have your piano tuned.   You give the caterer your final count.  Then in rapid succession your phone starts ringing with guests who call at the last minute and offer some feeble excuse for dropping out. And then there are those who just never show up and you never know why.  I don't know about you, but my freezer has been half full of left over party food for guests who never came.  But God must not have a sub-zero freezer, for when guests do not come to his invited banquet, the feast goes on as scheduled. Only the guest list changes./

From now on the story becomes more complicated, so listen carefully. The first invited guests are the Jews.  The messengers delivering the invitations are the prophets. Notice that good things, such as farming, business, not bad things keep people from valuing the invitation, making it a priority. The routine of daily life, running errands, taking care of children, cleaning house, paying bills, soccer games keep them from accepting the king’s invitation. Then the invited guests, the Jews, kill the messengers.  Subsequently, these murderous guests are destroyed by the king's troops.  This refers to the burning of Jerusalem in 70 AD by the Romans. The second wave of invited guests are the Gentiles, that’s us! / 

We, the latecomers, the Gentiles, have no history with the God of Israel, and sometimes act as if grace gives us permission to live any way we want. Meanwhile, the charter members - the early Christian Jews- who have known God forever-are still trying to figure out what it means to be free from the Law. Pretty soon, the early church has a discipline problem on its hands, as believers belly up to God's table with no sense of what it means for them to be there. As far as they are concerned, they show up in God's presence however they want to show up, because Jesus has squared everything with God forever. The invitation to the royal banquet is "come as you are."  All are welcome, nothing is required: no fancy clothes, no etiquette, no RSVP.

"WRONG," Matthew says to his congregation. Being an invited guest does not mean you may do as you please.  Being invited at the last minute does not mean anything goes.  PEOPLE OF GOD! YOU HAVE BEEN INVITED TO FEAST WITH THE KING! RISE TO THE OCCASION! /

The under-dressed wedding guest gets bounced because he will not respond to the occasion as a very honored invitation. Maybe the under-dressed guest just thinks what he wears does not matter. He thinks the king is just looking for warm bodies. He is happy to eat the king's food and enjoy his music, if that will help the king out.  That is just what he is doing, too-- standing near the piano in his striped shirt and plaid pants, tapping his foot and popping one more canapé into his mouth when the king walks right up to him./

Whatever his logic, our late guest does not respond to the AWESOMENESS of the occasion. Instead, he demeans it, by refusing to CHANGE.  And… I'm not talking about clothes either. /

Like everything else in this story, the wedding garment has a deeper meaning. It is not a white linen tunic embroidered with gold thread. It is a whole new way of life…..A way  that honors the king, one that recognizes the privilege of being called into his presence,/ even if the invitation arrives at the last minute. The under-dressed guest's mistake is not that he shows up in shorts. It is that he shows up short on spirituality and thinks no one will notice, least of all the king.

 This parable is also about God's countless, daily invitations to come into our lives and our response to him.   Fleming Rutledge tells us that the banquet hall is brilliantly lit, the music is playing, the sound of laughter is spilling out of the windows. But even then, we sometimes do not hear that constant invitation because our lives are so busy and cluttered; too noisy to hear the invitation to this banquet of joy because of the cacophony of the orchestra practicing and tuning up around and inside of us.

So, on one hand, this is a story that addresses a very particular situation in the life of the early Christian church and no longer has anything to do with us. On the other hand, it happens to each of us every Sunday right here.  This may not be the heavenly wedding banquet, but it is certainly the rehearsal dinner where each of us gets a chance to practice our parts.  Everyone in Searcy was invited to be here at Trinity this morning, but as you can see, some of them have other things to do. Some are at work, some are still in bed. Now, we are here. I don't know about you, but sometimes I make it here just by the grace of God. We sometimes arrive much like the under-dressed guest, rolling in without thinking too much about it. We have shown up with our spiritual shirttails hanging out, lining up at the buffet table as if no one can see the ways in which we too have refused to make the CHANGE--- refusing to surrender our fears and resentments, refusing to share our wealth, refusing to respect the dignity of every human being, and most of all… refusing to put our life into the care of God.    Those are the old clothes all of us often wear to the king's banquet-- the   brand name clothes we prefer to the tailor-made wedding robe of NEW LIFE.

Paul describes the garment as "putting on the mind of Christ." Putting on Christ is risky. It means surrendering, laying ourselves open to being made new. It means extending one's hand in trust to be led where we might not have ever thought about going.  It means being one with God and one with each other, taking an interest in God's children as far away as North Korea and Iran and as near asHarding College.  But most of all, it means living in the promise that we will know God and that God will indeed change us. /

God is not looking for warm bodies. God is looking for wedding guests, who will rise to the occasion of honoring the son.  The irony is that we can do that in shorts and running shoes as well as in suits and high heels, because our wedding robes are not made out of denim or silk. They are sewn from the whole fabric of our lives; using patterns God has given us-- patterns of servant ministry, silence, forgiveness, stewardship, loving-kindness, peace. When we stitch them up and put them on we are GORGEOUS, absolutely GORGEOUS. I DON'T KNOW WHY WE WOULD BE CAUGHT DEAD IN ANYTHING ELSE.  Accept the king's invitation. This invitation is offered hereweekly at Searcy .   I don't know about you, but by this time of the week, I am pretty hungry. So let's hurry on in to the banquet. (Bon Appetite!)

Katherina Whitley, Worship That Works, 20th Sunday after Pentecost, year A.

Barbara Brown Taylor, "Wedding Dress," Home By Another Way, 192-196.

Fleming Rutledge, "How to Dress for a Wedding," The Bible and the New York Times, 209-215.

Kayla McClurg, Matthew, Ordinary Times A.

Joanna Seibert

Francis of Assisi

FRANCIS OF ASSISI (4 OCT 1226)

St. Mark’s 12 step Eucharist,   5:30 pm October 4, 2017.

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 Today we celebrate the Feast Day of St. Francis of Assisi. Francis was born in 1182, the son of a wealthy cloth merchant. His early years were frivolous. He joined the military and was captured early in the Assisi-Perugia war. A year’s harsh imprisonment and a lengthy illness, probably malaria, at age 19 lead him to reflect on the purpose of life. Like many people starting 12 step-recovery, he became “sick and tired of being sick and tired” and prayed that he could be guided and helped from returning to his old life.  One day, in the church of San Damiano while looking at the original of this cross, he seemed to hear Christ saying to him, "Francis, repair my falling house." He took the words literally sold a bale of silk from his father's warehouse to pay for repairs to the church of San Damiano. His father was outraged, and there was a public confrontation at which his father disinherited and disowned him, and Francis in turn renounced his father's wealth. A favorite account says that he not only handed his father his purse, but also took off his expensive clothes, laid them at his father's feet, and walked away naked.

Later after hearing a sermon about Jesus’ command to go out and proclaim the kingdom taking no money or walking stick or shoes, (Matthew 10:9) Francis realized that God was not calling him to rebuild the building of his church but the people of his church, especially the poor, and the rest of his life was spent doing that.

Like people in 12 step-recovery, Francis made a dramatic change in the direction of his life and turned his life over to his higher power. There are so many stories for us to study about Francis, his life of absolute poverty, his love of the Eucharist, love of animals and his love and connection to God in creation and Nature. We heard in Morning Prayer today that “Francis of all the saints, is the 1 popular and admired, but probably the least imitated!”

To honor St. Francis, Michael will be here Sunday at 4:00 to bless all and any of your animals.

Tonight, let us concentrate on the prayer that is attributed to him. It is in our Prayer Book on page 833, but there is a copy in your seat. This is a prayer asking God, our Higher Power to change us just as God did for Francis. It could be considered a third step prayer. Let us read it together.

PRAYER OF ST. FRANCIS 

Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace.

Where there is hatred, let me sow love;

where there is injury, pardon;

where there is doubt, faith;

where there is despair, hope;

where there is darkness, light;

and where there is sadness, joy.

O, Divine Master,

grant that I may not so much seek

to be consoled as to console;

to be understood as to understand;

to be loved as to love;

for it is in giving that we receive;

it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;

and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.   BCP 833

1Lesser Feasts and Fasts, 2006, p. 404.

Joanna Seibertjoannaseibert.com

 

St. Michael and All Angels

St. Michael and All Angels September 29

This Friday September 29, the next to the last day of September is the Feast day of St. Michael and All Angels. I keep a carved stone with a painted picture of St. Michael with his sword hanging by my window above my desk at home in my office. St. Michael is almost the first thing I see when I life my eyes from my computer. You as well encounter St. Michael every time you come to this chapel. There is a powerful stained-glass depiction of St. Michael overpowering evil just as you leave this chapel on the left.

 I give thanks for St. Michaels in my life who have been by my side in difficult times, lending me courage to go on.

 I think of some of my favorite other angels of today.  I have left you a picture of two of them. The first of course is Angel 2nd class Clarence Odbody played by Henry Travers who saves George Bailey, Jimmy Stewart, from bankruptcy and suicide in the timeless Frank Capra 1946 Christmas movie, It’s a Wonderful Life. Whenever I hear a bell ring, I do wonder if an angel has earned his wings!

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The second is my all-time favorite movie angel, the suave angel named Dudley played to the essence by Cary Grant who comes to save the life and marriage of Bishop Henry Brougham, David Niven, whose wife Julia is played by Loretta Young in the 1947 Samuel Goldwyn Christmas classic, The Bishop’s Wife.

Whenever I visit our Bishop’s office, I always look around to see where Dudley is.

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As I talk to people in spiritual direction I listen to hear if they mention angels in their lives, people whom they encounter for some time or briefly that stand by them or lead them through situations or obstacles which used to baffle them. All of us have encountered angels, sometimes unaware. They are the people whom we least expect who show up just at the right time, when someone you dearly love dies, when you learn you have cancer, when your children are in trouble, when you know the task before you is impossible, or just when you are having a bad day. Angels are life changing and life giving. They are messengers, truth tellers, who see God in us and, like the angel Gabriel to Mary proclaim that God is in us when we never have a clue.

Who were/ are the angels in your life? They may be sitting next to you.

Give thanks for them.

How do you repay them?  You pay it forward by living the life God created you to be. You become Dudley or Clarence or St. Michael or all angels to those you meet one day at a time.

Joanna       joannaseibert.com