Blue Christmas, Holiday Healing Service, St. Mark's Episcopal Church, Wednesday, December 18, 2019, 5:30 pm

Blue Christmas, Holiday Healing Service, St. Mark’s Episcopal Church, Wednesday, December 18th, 2019, 5:30 pm

The holidays are often the hardest for those of us who have experienced the death of a loved one or another lost, such as the loss of a job, addiction, divorce, depression, or serious illness. Several congregations have services around Christmas like this one to let those in their community know that the church has some awareness how difficult this time can be./ My only brother died five years ago the day after Christmas. I still miss him every day, but especially in December since he was such a Christmas person. /

Living through these difficult times can be a painful journey. Tonight, we are going to look at two road maps for the journey that may bring comfort. The first journey is that of the paralyzed man carried by his friends on a pallet/ through the roof to Jesus./

We cannot depend on ourselves always to know and feel the healing love of God. This is why we need spiritual friends. This is why we are called to community. We are like this man who is brought to Jesus on a pallet by his friends and lifted through a roof to Jesus below/ because the man cannot move. A large crowd blocks access to Jesus. When we become paralyzed with fear, loneliness, pain, and feel trapped, we need spiritual friends to carry us on that pallet through the roof to God. Sometime we are the person on the pallet.\At other times we will become the friends carrying another companion on the pallet to healing./

At St. Mark’s we have a glimpse of the depth of the pain on this journey as we help carry friends to healing in a yearly grief group, Walking the Mourner’s Path. We walk with people near their lowest point after the death of child, a spouse, a parent, a brother, a sister, a partner. Participants share the difficulty of anniversaries and birthdays,/ but the holidays often seem the hardest. We see despair, especially after tragic deaths and death of the young, but as we meet in community, we always experience hope and healing. Sometimes it is only a small transformation, sometimes it is huge. By just coming to the group, participants make a positive commitment to look for new birth, new life. So, they already make a step forward even before they come. As facilitators, we hold the group together, to encourage, listen, give people who sometimes seem paralyzed a time to speak, when they are able. We figuratively walk beside,/ sit along,/ and sometimes carry each other, as we all hold the group in love.

The real healers, however, the real companions carrying their friend on a pallet to healing, are the participants themselves. They know most recently about despair. All are at different stage of grief, but they honor and embrace the stage of each other. They radically hold and support each other. They have experienced a death maybe a year ago, maybe after 20 years. They know the pain better than anyone else. Each year I say less and less, for the wisdom comes from the group carrying each other. / This is one more story of seeing healing in community, as we are called to be present,/ aware,/ listen/ and be open/ to the Christ Child present beside and within us./ Those in recovery also know that this same healing through community is available in 12 step groups.///

There is another explanation of our journey through despair to new life that speaks of its length and difficulty. That is the road we will hear about on Christmas Eve, the road less traveled from Nazareth to Bethlehem to the manger, to new birth, to recovery, new life. This is the journey Mary and Joseph travel from Nazareth to Bethlehem for Jesus’s birth. Our Christmas story concentrates on the manger scene, but that journey before the birth is unbelievably stressful with rugged terrain, dangerous encounters at every turn. Like Mary and Joseph, those experiencing difficulty during the holidays are traveling that 100-mile dangerous, often lonely desert journey from Nazareth to Bethlehem. The journey is not safe for Mary and Joseph to travel alone. Their only option is making the journey in community, in a caravan./

Recently I had a Christmas lunch with a Mourner’s Path group who has met annually for almost 10 years to support and love each other, especially during the holidays./ We meet that morning to hear stories of incarnation, new birth, surprises, seeing God’s presence in each other when all seemed lost on that road to Bethlehem and new birth. We talk about little experiences of love that carry us on our journey when we can no longer walk alone. A card, a call, a visit, even an email or text reminds us that we are no longer alone and are surrounded by love. My experience is that this new birth we meet at the manger/ in a stable of a crowded inn/ takes place best, like this,/ in community.

Richard Rohr1 also describes healing in these times of seemingly darkness when we have experienced the death of a loved one, depression, a lost job, divorce, a family member who is not in recovery. “We need a promise, a hopeful direction, or it is very hard not to give up.” When we cannot see or feel or hear the path along the narrow road to new birth, “someone--- some loving person/ or simply God’s own embrace—needs to hold on to us because we sometimes cannot hold ourselves. When we experience this radical holding in love, this brings salvation,” the hope of new birth! This is why we are here tonight to acknowledge loss/ and hold each other in love on this journey./

I have no doubt that everyone here has experienced a Blue Christmas. My ongoing journey to healing occurs best here in community, often over a meal, sharing stories, listening to each other, looking for the Christ Child in each other that has been present long before we were born. Romans reminds us that Christ is always here, reaching out to heal us. Nothing can separate us from God’s love. God never abandons us.

Henri Nouwen2 reminds us that if we have any doubt where God, the Christ Child, lives and walks,/ it is with those of us who are sick, handicapped, hungry, grief stricken, struggling with addiction. God is always with us on this journey. Those in distress may not always feel God’s presence, but God is there holding us at every turn. As we become more isolated, God’s presence may sometimes be just too overwhelming, too vast, for us to feel./ We are to keep looking for little openings,/ small blessings,/ moments of clarity, surprising experiences of love we never expected, connecting us to God who so loves us.

As we await the coming of the Christ Child, I remember the words of many new mothers, “ Now, I know I will never be alone after the birth of my baby.” But this is true for all of us now and forever. We are never, ever alone. Nothing can separate us from God. We may feel alone on this journey, but the Christ child is already here inside of us, inside of the world around us, inside our neighbors. The God of love is here to hold and walk with us to new birth, most often in communities of love such as is gathered here tonight.

Now I am not suggesting we need to start deep spiritual conversations with another who loves us, or someone who may know a little of our grief or distress. We are simply to keep allowing those God sends to us to walk part of this journey with us,/ when it is offered, most often when we least expect it.//

Frederick Buechner3 knows about this difficult journey from Nazareth to Bethlehem before there is new birth./ Buechner is at the lowest point in his life. His daughter is possibly dying, he is helpless, and in some ways he has become almost as sick as she is. One day he receives a call from a friend living in Charlotte, North Carolina almost 800 miles away saying he hears Buechner is having a difficult time and wants to come and visit him. This is a minister acquaintance, not a longtime friend. Buechner replies he would love to see him, and they should arrange a time. His friend says, “Well,/ actually,/ I am presently at the local inn about 20 minutes from your hilltop home in Vermont.” Buechner’s friend comes and stays several days. They take long walks, drive around, eat together. Buechner does not remember any deep theological conversation, and they may not have even mentioned Christ,/ but they do experience/ the touch of the tiny hands of the Christ Child/ reaching out to both of them. Buechner will always remembers/ a friend who radically decides to come and walk that difficult journey to Bethlehem for a few days with him,/ and they both are changed.// This is the kind of love that brings on new birth that God calls us to share and offer to each other./

So tonight, I light a candle and honor my brother, Jim, by sharing what I have learned from you and so many others who have traveled this journey with us. May God hold all of us, as God always does, in the palm of God’s hand,/ as God and this community/ walk this journey to Bethelehem,/ to new birth within us,/ especially tonight/ and throughout this Advent and Christmas season.

1Richard Rohr, Adapted from Richard Rohr, Great Themes of Paul: Life as Participation, disc 10 (Franciscan Media: 2002), CD.

2Henri Nouwen, You Are Beloved.

3Frederick Buechner in The Clowns in the Belfry.

Joanna joannaseibert.com


Advent Procession Reading

Advent procession reading from A Daily Spiritual Rx for Advent, Christmas, and Epiphany

December 1, 5:30 pm 2019, St. Mark’s Episcopal Church, Little Rock, Arkansas.

Joanna Seibert, “God Coming” in A Daily Spiritual Rx for Advent, Christmas, and Epiphany . P. 62

During Advent we await and look for the coming of Christ in our hearts and lives./ This has been my experience./ God often comes to me in the early morning if I take time to get up and listen and read or just look or even sit outside./ God comes when God sees me “straining at the oars against an adverse wind.”/ God comes to me in some miracle, almost as if God were walking on water. It may be a word, a letter, an email, a call from someone I would least expect to hear God’s word. I “by chance” meet someone who was not on my agenda for the day./ God may speak in the actual daily scripture reading./ God may be the wind at my side, or the sun bringing light to the cold dawn, or the first bloom on a barren tree./ I usually perceive God as a ghost and do not recognize the occurrence as a message from the one who cares so much for us. I may even ignore it because it was not in my busy plan for the day. I may even cry out. I may be terrified by what I hear or see.

Talking to spiritual friends helps us see God in these places we were blind to God’s presence. Friends remind me that somehow if I stay present to the moment/ and say my prayers, fear will leave me. FEAR IS AFRAID OF PRAYER. (repeat)

God literally gets into the boat where my life is sailing on, and the storm in my mind and in my body ceases. I am astonished. I do not realize why I am comforted, for my heart is still hardened./ This happens daily. But my experience continually teaches me that God WILL NEVER Ever give up on us, even/ and perhaps especially,/ when we live in the dark of winter/ and our hearts are still hardened and cold. Do not give up./ Let us wait together in the warmth of this assembled community for the coming of the promised light.


Feast of St. Nicholas

Feast of St. Nicholas

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St. Mark’s 12 step Eucharist, December 4, 2019

If you have been at this 12 step Eucharist previously on the first Wednesday in December, you have heard a homily about St. Nikolas. I apologize right now because you are going to hear about him now for the third time. I am powerless when it comes to St. Nikolas. He has just been too important figure in my life. You might say that in December, I replaced my addiction to alcohol for an addiction for St. Nikolas.

Very little is known of the life of Nicholas, bishop of Myra who lived in Asia Minor around 342. He is the patron of seafarers, sailors and more especially of children. As a bearer of gifts to children, his name was brought to America by the Dutch colonists in New York where he popularly became known as Santa Claus.

The feast day of St. Nicholas has been celebrated in our family as a major holiday. We have a big family meal together. My husband dresses up as Bishop Nicholas with a beard, a miter, and crozier and long red stole and comes to visit our grandchildren after dinner. He speaks Greek to the children and the adults. Speaking Greek is my husband’s favorite pastime, and of course you know that Nikolas was Greek. Nike the Greek! Then our grandchildren go into the bedrooms and leave their shoes outside the doors and Bishop Nicholas leaves chocolate coins and presents in their shoes. I won’t bore you with our pictures of this family event, but they are stunning.

Why am I sharing with you our family story? For the last several years on this feast day, I sit and watch this pageant and am filled with so much gratitude, for my sobriety date is close to the feast day of St. Nicholas. Each year I know that if someone had not led me to a recovery program, I would not be alive tonight. I would not be witnessing this wonderful blessing of seeing my children and grandchildren giggle with glee as they try to respond to a beautiful old man with a fake beard speaking Greek to them and secretly giving them candy in their shoes. For me it is a yearly reminder to keep working these 12 steps so I can be around for another feast day of St. Nicholas.

This is just a suggestion. Look at the calendar of saints. Find one close to your sobriety date. Learn about that saint. Observe that saint’s day in your home, in your life. You may just consider that saint as your patron saint. This is just one more way to remember how your life has been transformed by your sobriety. Spend that saint’s day giving thanks for those before you who loved you before you were born with a love that only comes from the love of the God of our understanding.

Joanna joannaseibert.com


Advent Remembrance St. Mark's Episcopal Church, Mystics

Advent Luncheon St. Mark’s December 7, 2019

Past Advent Gatherings of St. Mark's Women."

Thank you so much for inviting me to be a part of your Advent program. I first spoke at this amazing Advent gathering of St. Mark’s women probably around 40 years ago when we met at night in homes. How exciting that we are now too large a group for most homes. I don’t remember what I talked about, but I do remember one thing about it. As I was holding my plate in line to get dinner, Margarite Metcalf, whom a few will remember, pulled me aside and quietly whispered with a bright twinkle in our eyes, “I didn’t know you were a mystic.” I thanked her. I had no idea what she meant, but I knew that I had been anointed a mystic that night by one who was.

So, 40 years later I would like to pass that torch on to each of you from Mrs. Metcalf for this Advent season and anoint each of you a mystic just for Advent. If you like the anointing, see if you would like to try it on for Christmas and Epiphany and Lent and Easter and Pentecost and then Advent again next year.

First let’s describe who you now are. A mystic is someone who can see and carry mystery. For Christians that means we can see the mystery of God’s presence above us, in our neighbor, around us and within us. For Advent, we mystics are waiting, looking for the Christ child within the world, within us and around us. We are looking for the Christ in ourselves and the Christ in our neighbor. We are seeking that connection within us from which we came.//

About that same time as my encounter with Mrs. Metcalf, another St. Mark parishioner, Dean McMillin, whom some of you may know, told me a story about the mystery of finding Christ that has become a part of my being. The story goes that God wanted God’s love to be more related to the world God had made. AS God is thinking about this, God looks into a very very large mirror. Suddenly God decides to break the mirror with God’s reflection within it into millions and billions of very tiny pieces that then fall to earth and became a part of each being in the world. Part of this tiny piece of God within each of us is that yearning that is constantly calling us to a relationship with the God of love. It is God’s own GPS embedded in each of us. Our spiritual journey: following spiritual practices such as prayer, silence, the Anglican rosary, centering prayer, fasting, journaling, gathering in community, worshipping, reading scripture and other spiritual sources is what we are doing to make and keep that connection. When we each do find that relationship, that piece of God within us, we are sooo excited. I have found God!! We have found God!!!

That, however, is where many people stop and get stuck on this spiritual journey. They believe that this very tiny piece of God that they have found within themselves is the ONLY image or likeness or portrait of God. They cannot relate to any other idea or picture of God that anyone else might have. Theirs is the only understanding of God. But we mystics know that the great mystery of God is much bigger than any one person’s relationship with God. Our job as mystics on this spiritual journey is to try to connect our piece of God to the many other pieces of God that each person in our community, each person in our world now also has embedded within them. Each of us has been given a small image, a small understanding of God. As we listen to others, we learn to connect our piece of the mirror of the image of God with the piece of God in our neighbor. Consequently, our God becomes much larger and larger as we make more connections. Sometimes we talk to people as they describe their understanding of God, their piece of God, and we think, “This cannot possibly be God.” Sometimes this especially happens when we are talking with our children. However, as we continue to connect our piece of the mirror of God to the relationship others have with the God of their understanding, we start to connect now to that piece from our children or our neighbor whose understanding is distant from ours. Eventually we learn to see God in that neighbor or child which we could not see before. Our image of God keeps growing and becoming larger and larger. //

You are especially looking this Advent for the Christ in yourself. For this Advent, also keep looking for the Christ in your neighbor. Often as you see Christ in your neighbor, that piece of God in your neighbor reflects back to you the Christ within you./ After all it is a piece of a mirror!//

I promise you that as you continue to make connections, your understanding and your relationship with God will keep growing. It is a mystery, just as mysterious as the birth of Jesus. But this is the path of a mystic, searching for the presence of God in ourselves and in the world. I welcome you to walk this mystical journey of mystery with me and so many others this Advent. Joanna. Joannaseibert.com


27C, Luke 20:27-38, 12 Step Eucharist November 6, 2019, St. Mark's Episcopal Church, Little Rock, 5:30pm

12 Step Eucharist St. Mark’s Episcopal Church, Little Rock, November 6, 2019, 5:30, Luke 20:27-38, 27 C

Our gospel passage is about resurrection, new life after death, being “children of God, children of the resurrection.” John Sanford told us that the kingdom of God or what some might consider heaven is not only in the afterlife but also present in this life around and especially within us.1 So many of the Psalms remind us that heaven is here on this earthly home if we only have eyes to see and ears to hear and hands to care for it.

Bishop Jake Owensby and the writings of Marcus Borg remind us that the “Christian life follows the pattern of resurrection: dying and rise.”2 Resurrection to a new life occurs in this life as well as at our physical death. Those in a 12-step group should know more about resurrection than many other people. In our addiction we are living a life of death, death to the person God created us to be, but also a living death for those around us. Our addiction becomes the God of our understanding. Everything begins to center around that addiction to the exclusion of others. If we are traveling, we must make sure we carry plenty of hidden alcohol with us just in case we cannot find enough at our destination. The same is true for food, drugs, and even work. Our homes are filled with secret storage places for our drug or alcohol or food of choice. We drink or use to celebrate, and we drink or use when things are not going well.

Recovery is resurrection to a new life, a new life where we gradually can hear and see heaven on this earth, within us, and within others, without the use of mind-altering substances. As we not only recite these same 12 steps we say tonight and actually work them and put them into practice, we discover a new God of our understanding, always a God of love. We learn from this God about surrender, forgiveness, and gratitude. We learn about love for our neighbor and love for the person God created us to be. Our addictive substance is no longer the love of our life.

At our physical death, the only thing we will leave on this earth is that love, the love we give to the earth itself, the love we give to everyone we encounter each day, the love we give to our family and friends. The only thing we carry with us into the final resurrection to be more connected to the God of love is also that same love we shared on this earth. The love we have learned about and shared in our resurrections in this life is the only thing that will never die. Love lives in this life and is alive in the life to come. It is a great mystery that we and the Sadducees must keep learning about it and practicing it through these 12 steps each day, one day at a time.

Joanna. Joannaseibert.com

1 John Sanford in The Kingdom Within

2 Jake Owensby in A Resurrection Shaped Life (Abingdon Press) XIV.