Feast Day of Joseph of Arimathaea 12 step Eucharist St. Mark's Episcopal Church, Little Rock

 Homily on Feast Day of Joseph of Arimathaea at 12 Step Eucharist

August 1, 2018, Luke 23:50-56

12 step Eucharist St. Mark’s Episcopal Church

Today is the feast day of Joseph of Arimathaea. “He was a good and righteous man… and had not agreed to their plan and action. He came from the Jewish town of Arimathea and he was waiting expectantly for the kingdom of God.”  That’s us!! I think we all are here tonight because we are waiting expectantly for the kingdom of God and are hoping to find some part of it right here in this very chapel,/ a  very thin place, filled with the prayers of thousands before us. We have much in common with Joseph of Arimathaea.

“He did not agree to their plan and action.” But what did he do about it? did he speak up for Jesus? There is no record that anyone testified on Jesus’ behalf. We are like Joseph of Arimathaea. We see injustice and wrongdoings in the lives of others and ourselves, but we often do not speak up against them./ We fear what might happen to us. W fear the consequences of speaking out./ We fear what we do or say might be offensive and hurt someone, or heaven forbid, we would become unpopular.

But then a transformation occurs, what we might call, a moment of clarity. Joseph personally goes to Pilate. What bravery. He asks for Jesus’ body, personally takes the nails out of Jesus’ hands and feet, washes off the blood from his head, his hands his feet, his side, his back, wraps the body in a linen cloth and lays it presumably in his own tomb./

Are we Joseph of Arimathaea? Is there a point where we can no longer live our lives with a mask? We no longer pretend to go along with the old crowd. We look inside ourselves and speak our truth and act on it.

 A  fictional modern-day Joseph might be Atticus Finch, a widowed lawyer in 1932 Alabama in To Kill a Mockingbird. He unsuccessfully defends Tom Robinson the black man accused of raping a white woman.

Another modern-day Joseph of Arimathaea is Rosa Parks, the black seamstress in Montgomery, Alabama who decides one day she is too tired to walk to the back of the bus and changes the course of civil rights.

And of course, there are those in 12 step Recovery who one day decide they can no longer live this way/ and take off their mask of perfection and a secret lifestyle/ and admit they have a problem/ and seek help/ and in turn help others.  Think about it. We who are gathered to celebrate this 12 step Eucharist know what it is like to be Joseph of Arimathea. I think there is a Joseph of Arimathaea inside of each of you, making a stand, changing the way we have been relating to ourselves,/ to God, / and to the world.

Joanna joannaseibert.com

 

Do not be Afraid 12 B John 6:1-21 St. Mark's Episcopal Church, Little Rock, July 29, 2018 Joanna Seibert

 Do not be Afraid 12 B St. Mark’s Episcopal Church, Little Rock, July 29, 2018

Jesus says, “’It is I: do not be afraid.’ Then the disciples wanted to take him into the boat, and immediately the boat reached the land toward which they were going.”

I well remember the times I delivered information bringing fear to people who previously had joy. Part of my medical practice was performing OB ultrasounds. Most examinations were joyful, pointing out the precious parts of that developing baby, the heart beating, the tiny hands often in the baby’s mouth, the kicking legs, and lastly the private parts  that would determine the right color to be painted in the nursery. Rarely we found abnormalities. The hope was that this would alert new parents and their physicians to complications that needed addressing immediately after delivery. But as we followed these mothers and their babies, at each examination I saw increasing fear and anxiety about the future. I saw families now living in fear. Many abnormalities were minor, but for months parents met with other physicians to discuss the worst-case scenario about their expected child. There were exceptions, and we did find life threatening abnormalities,/ but they were less frequent than the minor problems that caused so much fear during a time already full of great anxiety.

Jesus says, “It is I: do not be afraid.”

Our communication system is excellent, but it seems more and more to be fear based. Fear has become the tactic to get more viewers, more listeners, more readers. “Stay tuned to the weather tonight. A storm may be approaching from the west.” We don’t pay attention to the political scene unless “breaking news” comes across our screen. With few exceptions, more than 90% of newscasts are about what is wrong in our city and world,/ robberies, murders, political fighting and corruption. Imagine again that tiny baby in the mother’s womb. If he or she could hear and understand today’s news, do you think they would want to come into our world after hearing the nightly news!/ This information is important, but our lives are being dominated by weather and crimes and politics on the local and national news.  This is what people talk about in “shops and at tea.”

Jesus says, “It is I: do not be afraid.”

Perhaps some of you will remember the first week of the swine flu or H1N1 pandemic in 2009? In our country, sports events, schools, conferences were canceled in states where no confirmed cases were reported when only 141 unconfirmed cases of the flu were reported in our entire country. The most ridiculous reaction was the killing of hundreds of thousands of pigs in Egypt. The country had no cases of the flu, and the flu is not transmitted to humans by pigs even though it is called Swine Flu.

Jesus says, “It is I: do not be afraid.”

A group I once worked with only talked for a whole year about how we had no money, could do no programs, might not make salaries.  Our staff meetings were fear based, dominated by the half empty glass, pessimistic thinking. At year’s end, we had a substantial surplus left over in the budget. Some might say we had the overage because we lived so frugally, but I cannot express how depressing and filled with negative paralyzing energy that year was. It was hard to see Jesus leading us in that workplace.

Jesus says, “It is I: do not be afraid.”

I have also had the privilege of working with people of vision who could see opportunities and steppingstones instead of stumbling blocks. My husband and I came to Little Rock in 1976 to help develop the Arkansas Children’s Hospital. We were the first physicians in our specialties. I remember well the people on the ACH board with vision and hope. Many of them were Episcopalians, Mary Hodges’ father, Ed Penick’s brother, Sissie Brandon’s husband, Charlie Whiteside, and later Diane Mackey. If they had been fear based about the lack of funds at Arkansas Children’s Hospital we might today still have a 20 bed children’s hospital with a girls and boys ward.//

The words “fear not” or “do not be afraid” are repeated in almost every book of the Bible.  God’s command not to fear is repeated more times than the command to love. That should tell us something about how much God wants us not to live in fear. Of course, Jesus also says we should be meek as lambs and wise as snakes, telling us to have faith.

Faith means believing in something we cannot always see or seeing God at work in something that seems almost as impossible as walking on water. My experience is that if we only believe in what is not risky /or the bottom line/ or on the surface and fail to see the potential, the vision, the possibilities, the heart and soul,/ we lose our way, sink and soon begin to live in darkness. We will walk this fine line between vigilance and hype with every issue in our lives./

Henri Nouwen reminds us about living in fear, being tempted to be safe,  holding on tightly to what we have when strong winds blow.

“As fearful people we are inclined to develop a mind-set that makes us say: ‘There's not enough food for everyone, so I better be sure I save enough for myself in case of emergency,’ or ‘There's not enough love to give to everybody, so I'd better keep my friends for myself to prevent others from taking them away from me. There’s not enough money, so I better hold on tightly to what I have.’”1   This is called scarcity mentality.  It involves hoarding whatever we have, fearful that we won't have enough to survive, to make it through the storm to shore. “The tragedy is that what we cling to so tightly ends up rotting in our hands.”1/

In today’s gospel Jesus feeds a large crowd of 5000 people with five barley loaves and two fish. Perhaps the major miracle was not that these loaves and fishes somehow feed the crowd, but that the people shared food instead of hoarding it so that the uneaten fragments filled twelve baskets.2 

  In our 2006 General Convention in Columbus, Ohio, Katherine Jefferts Schori preached about fear at the closing Eucharist shortly after her election as presiding bishop. She said: “fear is really a reaction, often an unconscious response to something we think is so essential that it takes the place of God. ‘That's mine and you can't take it, because I can't live without it’ -- whether it's my bank account or my theological framework or my sense of being in control. ‘If you threaten what defines me, I will respond with fear.’ Jesus calls us to look beyond these lesser gods..  Jesus gives birth to a new creation/ of love -- and you and I are His (beloved newborn) children.”3

Our previous presiding bishop tells us to listen to the message that God constantly whispers in our ears above the storm. “You are my beloved. With you I am well pleased.”

When we  keep our eyes on Jesus and his love, we are promised that we will lose sight of fear. When we keep remembering we are God’s beloved, when the seas are rough, even in the dark, we begin to respond with less fear. When we know we are all God’s beloved, we begin to recognize God’s presence  in our neighbors and even in those we find the hardest to love.

 When we think we have lost sight of Jesus, we always know where to find him. Jesus is walking in the dark on the rough waters looking for the weakest, the poorest, the most excluded who are desperately trying to weather the wind and the storm in their makeshift boats and rafts. When we spy Jesus with them, we realize they also are our beloved brothers and sisters, and we hear Jesus calling us to help Him bring them to land.

As God’s beloved children we can continue to squabble over the inheritance God has given us,/ or /we can claim our own image as God's beloved and share and recognize that beloved image of God,/ within ourselves,/ within the members of our family,/ within members of this congregation,/ and within our community outside this upside-down boat we worship in.

“Jesus says, ‘It is I: do not be afraid.’ Then the disciples wanted to take him into the boat, and immediately the boat reached the land toward which they were going.”

1Henri Nouwen, “The Temptation to Hoard,” Daily Meditation for May 6, 2009, Bread for the Journey, a Daybook of Wisdom and Faith, Harper One 1997.

2Malinda Berry, “Living the Word,” Christian Century, July 4, 2018, p. 21.

3The Right Rev. Katharine Jefferts Schori. Homily preached the General Convention's Closing Eucharist, Columbus, Ohio, Wednesday, June 21, 2006,

Joanna Seibert

St. Benedict Feast Day 12 Step Eucharist July 11, 2018, St. Mark's Episcopal Church

Benedict of Nursia   Feast day. July 11, 2018 12 step

Today at this 12 step Eucharist we celebrate the feast day of Benedict, the founder of the western monastic life. Benedict was born about 480 in central Italy and educated in Rome. The historians among us will tell us that this was a terrible time to be an Italian and especially a Roman. The Roman empire was dying and there were constant invasions from so called “barbarians” from the north. Civilization was crumbling in the western world. It would be as if our country were under constant invasion and we had become a war zone like what we see on the nightly news in Syria.

But how marvelous does God work. Out of this decaying civilization comes a resurrection, one man who in his attempt to lead a better life develops a rule of life that changes the world. Benedict tries to escape and live as a hermit in a cave above Lake Subiaco, about forty miles west of Rome. But after several years, he realizes he cannot find peace, can not find God in seclusion, but must seek God in community. In forming a community, he develops a simple rule of how to live in community that monastics as well as ordinary people like you and me follow to this day.  Imagine that. We can be healed in community where we could not be healed by ourselves. Sounds very 12 step! His rule is about how to live with each other, how to see God in each other, how to serve God, and how to serve each other.

A few things to remember about Benedict…

1.           Benedict was never ordained. A man who changed the religious life of the world, never ordained.. imagine that. Could God be calling you to do the same.

2.           Besides a rule of life, we owe the preservation of the Holy Scriptures and other ancient writings in large measure to the patience and diligence of Benedictine monastic scribes.

3.           The Benedictine rule was one of balance: living a life of work, study, and prayer: four hours of prayer, five hours of study, six hours of work, one hour of eating, and eight hours of sleeping.

4.           We also owe many of the early labor-saving devices such as windmills, water wheels, rotation of crops to the Benedictines, so that they would not be spending all day at their labors but did have time for study and prayer. Imagine that. Religious people developing windmills, water wheels, and crop rotation!  Benedictines strongly believe in the dignity of work.

5.           Here are some examples of the rule. They are like reading Proverbs:

Live in the presence of God.

When there are difficulties,/ be silent and wait for God.

Be content with everything and everyone.

Love to be silent.

Laugh only at yourself.

Be simply yourself.

My favorite part of the rule are the first words in the prologue which must have been taken from our reading from Proverbs: “Listen with the ear of your heart.” Listen with the ear of your heart.

Today, almost 1500 years after his death, at this Eucharist and healing service in this beautiful chapel, may we hear Benedict whisper in our ears, “today, listen with the ear of your heart.”

Joanna  joannaseibert.com

6B Ruby and Ben's Story, Farmers and Small Things

6B Ruby and Ben’s Story, Mark 4:26-34

St. Mark’s June 17, 2018 Father’s Day

Today’s parable is about farmers and seeds and the widespread miracles which happen when the tiniest of things are cared for by something we cannot comprehend. Parables have been described as “stories thrown alongside our lives.”1 So, in an attempt to make any sense out of this story, on this Father’s Day, I would like to share the parable of a father who is one of the few farmers I personally knew who shared with me his and his wife’s  story of their tiniest of  treasures.

“With what can we compare the kingdom of God? It is like a mustard seed, which is the smallest of all the seeds on the earth.”

In 2008, twenty somethings, Elizabeth and Ben, start an organic farm growing flowers and vegetables in an idyllic but remote land along the bluffs of the Buffalo River. The nearest town is Snowball, a 30-minute drive down dirt roads to their farm. They work long, dirty days, planting seeds, building hoop houses, laying irrigation, spreading mulch, and then harvesting, washing vegetables, making bouquets, loading the truck, and taking their produce to market in North Little Rock, two and a half hours away. In between time they go on long hikes down the Buffalo River Trail, or go swimming in the river, or find one of the hidden waterfalls in the forest. They are living a dream. Everything they plant grows. Everything they grow sells. They are happy, hard-working, at peace, and in love. When they find out Elizabeth is pregnant, it feels like the most natural thing in the world. It has not been part of the plan, but this child would be just one more seed for them to nurture.

On a rainy Memorial Day weekend in 2009, Ben with Elizabeth now 24 weeks pregnant, barely half way through the 40-week gestation, and barely showing, learn that life has a way of revising plans. Elizabeth has a few shooting pains, then a few more, then enough for them to take a long drive to the Harrison hospital. Within 24 hours they are in a sterile labor and delivery room, in Little Rock, three hours from Harrison, with a one pound, six-ounce baby named Ruby struggling for life and being cared for by a team of highly specialized doctors and nurses. If they could have held tiny Ruby, she would have fit into the palm of their hand. This is a bewildering, confusing, terrifying event, and the only thing they know for certain is that their life as farmers is over. There is no way they will be able to go back to that life again. Ben recalls a moment in the NICU, surrounded by artificial light, beeping machines, and whirring ventilation systems, with his tiny daughter as he describes her in a plastic box hooked up to at least a dozen tubes and wires, when he sees the blue light bounce off a single speck of dust. He watches that speck float gently through the empty air and thinks about all the dirt, all the life, all the plans that were so recently a part of their lives but are no more.

“With what can we compare the kingdom of God? It is like a mustard seed, which is the smallest of all the seeds on the earth.”/

For the next six months from day to day Ben and Elizabeth do not know if tiny Ruby will live or die, or if she does live,/ what will be her quality of life. Elizabeth and Ben keep as constant a bedside vigil as they can manage, talking to Ruby, reading her books, touching her and holding her hand when they are allowed. Ruby is on the ventilator for four months, has three intestinal surgeries, one heart surgery, three airway procedures, retinopathy of prematurity with detached retina, and a bleed in the brain, all of which resolve. Ben describes it as “quite a minefield she makes her way through!”2

Elizabeth and Ben are in an unfamiliar city, literally homeless in their own way, and must rely on the kindness of an extended network of friends and relatives to have a place to sleep and other support for six months. 2

“when it is sown it grows up and puts forth large branches, so the birds of the air can make nests in its shade.”

During these months they need some income, so through connections Ben finds a job as a part-time grant writer for a local nonprofit organization.

As the months go by, very slowly Ruby shows signs of improvement. Ben and Elizabeth are able to hold Ruby for the first time, for 15 minutes at a time on their laps/ on a bed with the ventilator still going, but to them they are holding the greatest of treasures. After four failed attempts, Ruby is finally able to get off the ventilator. After three major surgeries, it seems that the lingering issue with her intestines may be resolved. After about five months they begin looking for a place to live in North Little Rock so they can still be close to Ruby’s doctors. This is their final realization that they no longer are going to be farmers.

“With what can we compare the kingdom of God..”

They remember the day they bring Ruby home for the first time. When they hold her for the first time in their living room they describe it as “the quietest place in the universe. Finally, Ruby is free from the noise, the lights, the constant commotion of the hospital.”2 They speak of loving and appreciating Ruby in a way they never would have if they had not experienced the many terrifying months when they were afraid they would lose her. As the years progress, they deeply celebrate every one of Ruby’s milestones: her first steps, her first words, her every word, even her every breath, because they remember when they couldn’t take those breaths for granted.

“”yet when it is sown it grows up and puts forth large branches , so that the birds of the air can make nests in its shade.”

Ben pours himself into his work at the nonprofit, finding great purpose in helping other families overcome difficult circumstances. As Grants Manager Ben is able to find new funding to help this organization grow to meet better the needs of hundreds of struggling homeless families in central Arkansas. Elizabeth finds new purpose as well, undertaking the difficult journey of training as a Registered Nurse. She now cares for young babies and their mothers during their first 24 hours of life, in the same hospital where Ruby was born.

 Over time Ben is able to take on greater leadership of the nonprofit, and in 2017, after eight years on staff, Ben is chosen by the Board of Directors of Our House as the new Executive Director, only the third in Our House’s 30-year history, a non-profit which is “helping homeless families find a nest in the shade.”

Ben writes that “compared to the typical family that Our House serves, Elizabeth and I have enjoyed every advantage in the world. We both come from stable middle-class backgrounds,/ we have a very supportive network of family and friends,/ and we have a great relationship with each other. But even with all of these advantages, one adverse experience nearly wrecks our family and our lives. It is only because of the support of family and friends, the wonderful care provided by dedicated medical professionals, and a healthy dose of divine providence that we are able to pull through. I have tremendous respect for the strength and resilience of the families Our House serves. Ultimately what we have in common is greater than what separates us. We all want the best for our children. We all feel tremendous pain when our children suffer and we are unable to help them. And we all need help from others from time to time. Ruby has become our beautiful, intelligent, creative daughter who is a testament to the power of families to overcome difficult circumstances, if they have the support they need from their communities.”2

Two weeks ago Ben and Elizabeth invite us to celebrate Ruby’s 9th birthday with a block party also celebrating the birthday of her younger brother. Matthew, and his story is another parable to save for later!//

So today we have heard two similar parables about farmers and tiny things that grow much bigger than expected, one story two thousand years ago and one just happening in this decade. Let’s go back to the beginning of Ruby’s story and remember what a parable is because our gospel tells us “he did not speak to them except in parables.”/ A parable is a provocative, positive, life-giving story thrown alongside our lives that calls us to make a gestalt shift in the way we see ourselves, God, and others. From the parable we see God’s presence, God’s grace in a new and different light especially in times of darkness. Parables also expose mystery and surprise endings, resurrections, as God redeems our lives.1/ May Ben and Elizabeth and Ruby’s miraculous parable open our eyes and ears to remember/ the redeeming parables of Resurrection/ that play out as well/ in EACH/ of our lives today/ and throughout all eternity./

“With what can we compare the kingdom of God? It is like a mustard seed, which is the smallest of all the seeds on the earth; yet when it is sown, it grows up and becomes the greatest of all shrubs, and puts forth great branches, so the birds of the air can make nests in its shade.”

1Nibs Stroupe, “Proper 6,” Feasting on the Word, Year B, vol. 3, p. 141.

2Ben Goodwin, His Story

Joanna Seibert joannaseibert.com

 

Ruby 9 yaars old and brother Matthew

Ruby 9 yaars old and brother Matthew

12 Step Eucharist June 6, 2018 5B Genesis 3:8-15 The Fall

12 step Eucharist Wednesday June 6, 2018  5B, Genesis 3:8-15 The Fall

 Frederick Buechner reminds us that “the biblical view of the history of humankind and of each individual man or woman is contained in the first three chapters of Genesis. We are created to serve God by loving God and each other in freedom and joy, but we invariably choose bondage and woe instead/ as prices not too high/ to pay for independence. To say that God drove Adam and Eve out of Eden is apparently a euphemism for saying that Adam and Eve,/ like the rest of us, made a break for it as soon as God happened to look the other way.”

We seem to be hardwired to try to take over control, to be God. This is the direction of most of my sins. As I think of all my offences, the evil I have done, the harm I have done consciously or unconsciously, the friends, the family members I have hurt. I make amends when I can for the harm I have done, but mostly I try to make living amends.\ I want to let others know how I have been loved even when I felt unlovable or did unlovable things.  I want to hold closely the Christ in others and let them know what a treasure they are. I want to be able to see the Christ in others. This is what spiritual friends and those in 12 step recovery are called to do for each other. We affirm, stand by each other./

More often now I am paying it forward. For many reasons I cannot make amends to the person I have harmed but instead I try to show the love I wish I could now give to them to someone else. Paying forward is showing love to someone else that has done nothing for us, especially someone we do not know and often someone who feels loveless.

I try, I judge, I make mistakes, I mess up, I hurt others, I make amends, I try to show love that has been so often unconditionally given to me, and the cycle invariably seems to start all over again. It is a circular path. I try, I mess up, I make amends. It is the human condition. I try to stay connected to this circular pathway of others who know more than I know how to love so that I can learn from them. I try to stick with the winners,  and that is why I am here tonight with all of you, the winners, those whom I can so easily see Christ in you, and occasionally you can see the Christ in me which guides me back onto the path of love.

Today I now learn most about how to love from my six grandchildren. What a circular life, for I first learned about love from my four grandparents many years ago.

 I return to Buechner who so beautifully reminds us that “if God really wanted to get rid of us, (to kick us out of Eden), the chances are/ God would not keep hounding us every step of the way ever since.”

-       Frederick, Buechner, Humankind,  Frederick Buchner Quote of the Day, May 28, 2018. Originally published in Wishful Thinking and later in Beyond Words

 Joanna  joannaseibert.com