Feast day of st. Luke

St. Luke Day Service, Luke 4:14-21  October 18, 2022 St. Mark’s

We celebrate St. Luke’s day as we remember Luke as a physician. But once Luke, like us, is baptized into the body of Christ, he assumes a new identity. Of course, he continues to practice medicine, but chances are when he fills out a form with the line, occupation, that he puts down physician but adds disciple. That is why we know Luke at all, not because he is a good physician, but because he is a disciple and gospel writer. Without Luke, we would not hear Mary sing the Magnificat or know about John the Baptist’s birth, the manger, or the shepherds keeping watch over their flocks by night. We would know nothing about the Good Samaritan or the Prodigal Son. Luke includes six miracles and eighteen parables not recorded in the other gospels. Luke’s book of Acts is also our principal source for the history of the early church, Peter’s and Paul’s ministries, and the coming of the Holy Spirit.

Of the four evangelists, Frederick Buechner believes that Luke writes the best Greek and, unlike the other three, is almost certainly a Greek-speaking Gentile himself. Luke puts his Gospel together for a Gentile audience (that’s us!), translating Jewish names and explaining Jewish customs when he thinks we won’t understand them./

In his Letter to the Colossians, Paul refers to somebody as “Luke, the beloved physician.” Without stretching things too far, there are three themes in Luke’s Gospel, omitted from the others, that suggest gospeler Luke is this same man.

First of all, there are the three stories only in Luke, the parable of the Prodigal Son, the story of the woman of the street who washes Jesus’ feet and dries them with her hair, and that healing conversation between Jesus and the thief crucified with him.

Smelling of pig and cheap gin, the Prodigal comes home bleary-eyed, and dead broke, but his father is so glad to see him that he almost falls on his face. Jesus next tells Simon, the blue-nosed Pharisee, that the prostitute’s sins are forgiven because, even painted up like a china doll and smelling like the perfume counter at the dollar store, she’s closer to the gospel of love than the whole Ladies’ Missionary Society. Finally, the thief Jesus talks to on the cross may have been a purse snatcher or even a murderer, but when he asks Jesus to remember him when he makes it to where he is going, Jesus tells him they have rooms reserved on the same floor. We can see that all three stories make the same general point: Jesus has a soft spot in his heart for the underprivileged of this earth. We might almost think he considers them the salt of the earth.

Second, Luke is the one who goes out of his way to make it clear that Jesus is strong on prayer. He prays when he is baptized, after he heals the leper, the night before he calls the twelve disciples, and before his arrest. Luke is the only one telling us that Jesus’s last words are a prayer, “Father, into thy hand I commend my spirit.”

Thanks to Luke, there’s a record of the jokes Jesus tells about the man who keeps knocking at his friend’s door until he finally gets out of bed to open it, and the widow who keeps bugging the crooked judge until he finally hears her case, just to get a little peace. Luke wants us to remember that if we don’t think God hears us the first time, don’t give up till we’re hoarse.

Third and last, Luke makes sure nobody misses the point that Jesus is always stewing about the terrible plight of the poor. Luke tells us that when Jesus preaches at Nazareth, he chooses this text from Isaiah, “he has appointed me to preach good news to the poor” (Luke 4:18). In contrast, Matthew says the first Beatitude is “Blessed are the poor in spirit.” According to Luke, it is just plain “Blessed are the poor,” period (Luke 6:20). Luke also records parables, like the one about the rich man and the beggar, that come right out and say that if the haves don’t do their share to help the have-nots, they better watch out. Only Luke quotes the song Mary sings that includes the words, “he has filled the hungry with good things, and the rich has sent empty away” (Luke 1:53).

Putting all these things together, Luke tells us Jesus believes that especially those in prison must always be treated like human beings. Second, if we pray hard enough, there’s no telling what might happen. And finally, if we think we’ve got heaven made but aren’t bothered that there are children across the tracks who are half starving to death,/ then we’re kidding ourselves. These characteristics may not prove that Luke is a physician, like the Luke in Paul’s Letter, but if he isn’t, it is a serious loss to our medical profession./

Barbara Brown Taylor writes that Luke never resigns from his job as a healer. He simply adds new medicines. Instead of only prescribing herbs and spices and bed rest, now he tells stories with the power to mend broken lives and revive faint hearts. In addition to carrying pills and potions in his black bag, he also carries words like, “Do not be afraid, I will remember you, you are blessed, your sins are forgiven, stand up and walk, weep no more.” Luke’s medicine is gospel medicine, medicine that works through words.

Luke knows the power of God’s word because he heard about Jesus, and knows there is a whole world waiting to hear the gospel good news. So, Luke starts writing down stories so parents can tell their children, and teachers to their students, and friends can tell strangers the good news. As crazy as the scheme sounds, isn’t it true that each of us arrives at faith because someone tells someone who tells someone who tells us? Maybe all they say is, “Come to church with me, or God bless you, or May I remember you in my prayers?”

This, of course, is called evangelism, and every time we renew the baptismal covenant, we promise we will be evangelists.

 “Will you proclaim by word and example the Good news of God in Christ”? When we answer, “I will, with God’s help,” we join ranks with Luke, the Evangelist, Oral Roberts, Dietrich Bonhoeffer, Billy Graham, Johann Sebastian Bach, Madeleine L’Engle, as well as the housekeeper who tells Bible stories to children in her care while she does the ironing.

There are a million ways we in the medical profession can proclaim the good news. But, most often, our evangelism will be the quiet kind: reminding a sick friend about a psalm, telling the truth in love to someone who asks for it, ending a quarrel with words of forgiveness, writing a note that restores hope, listening attentively to each patient we meet, especially the young and elderly, laughing at a young girl’s joke, extending hospitality to a stranger.

The wonderful thing about gospel medicine is that it works right away. The gospel words dry tears, quench fears, forgive sins, heal souls every time we speak, “do not be afraid, you are not alone, you are blessed, your sins are forgiven, weep no more.” Every time we practice gospel medicine, we take our places in an ancient relay, passing on the good news we heard from our predecessors. We are never alone as evangelists. A whole host of people before us are with us, as well as Christ beside us, above us, and in us.

Luke tells us that we, like Jesus, “have been anointed to bring good news to the poor, to proclaim release to the captive, recovery of sight to the blind, to let the oppressed go free, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor.”

This is the gospel/ medicine/ of the Lord that we practice.

 

Barbara Brown Taylor, “Gospel Medicine,” Gospel Medicine, pp. 3-8.

Frederick Buechner, “Luke,” Beyond Words, p. 233-235.

Joanna Seibert   joannaseibert.com

Homily for Rusty Barham, Friday September 16, 2022, St. Mark's Episcopal Church

 Homily for Rusty Barham. Friday September 16, 2022

We gather this morning to celebrate the life of Rusty Barham, a friend who died much too soon. As you have heard, he lived an amazing life, loved and cherished by his family and friends. I have only known Rusty and Jeanne since his illness, but I have never seen a man, a family, a couple fight so hard at every turn to keep Rusty alive and well, going to MD Anderson for experimental protocols. And Jeanne was right there with him at every step of the way. I was amazed by the many friends and family who came to visit Rusty. Their love, his love, was so evident. And we are here today to remind each other of that love, the love that never dies.

Remember this verse from 1 Corinthians, “Love never dies.” (1 Corinthians 13:8). Repeat. Rusty’s body has died to this world, but his love is still here with each of you. Love is the only thing we leave behind when we die, and it is the only thing we take with us into eternal life.

We don’t understand it. It is a mystery./ I look at pictures of my own loved ones who have died, my brother and my grandparents. I can feel their love as I send my love back to them. Frederick Buechner and Henri Nouwen tell us that our bodies die, but our mutual love somehow returns to God and is kept for all eternity.

Listen again to what St. Paul, Buechner, and Nouwen are saying. Love is kept for all eternity. That means love is what we leave on this earth, and love is also what we take with us to meet the God of love. So Rusty left his love to you, which is also now part of/ and is enlarging the love of our God/ in this greater life. If you are a mystic, you have no difficulty understanding all this. However, this may be a difficult concept if you are a person who comprehends mainly by rational thinking.

This belief is also in a closing sentence from Thornton Wilder’s fictional book, The Bridge of San Luis Rey( Sand Louise ray), where five people die on a bridge in South American. British Prime Minister Tony Blair read this passage at the memorial service in New York/ for British victims of the attack on the World Trade Center.//“There is a land of the living/ and a land of the dead/ and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.” (Repeat)1

I know in my heart that the love Rusty had for each of you will always endure. You will never be lonely. His Love is always there inside of you./ Rusty’s love stays with each of us as we carry it forward to transform ourselves, transform others we meet, //and transform the universe./  My heart tells me this mystery is true, and I think you know it as well, because this is what Rusty taught us, and what you gave to him./

Unfortunately, the Bible does not answer most of our questions about resurrection. It refuses to approach resurrection as something rational for us to understand in our lifetime.2

However, in this mysterious universe, what we do know is that those who mean most to us// mean EVEN MORE to God. In God’s way, God will keep them, and because God keeps them, we are never separated from them, or they from us.3/

This morning as we carry the ashes of our dear friend, Rusty, in and out of this sacred space, we are sac/ra/men/tally carrying him back to God.4 We know he already is with God, but this funeral lit/ur/gy allows us, in effect, to shout out a prayerful petition to God, “God, get ready! Here comes Rusty! A sinner of your own redeeming/ and a lamb of your own flock. You have given him to us, and now with gratitude for the gift of his life, we are returning him to you.” Our prayers are like the prayers at the offertory, “We give thee, but thine own,”/ except today, the offering is not money but the life of a loved one.

It is an early Christian tradition4 to tell stories about the one who has died as the body is on its pilgrimage to its final burial place. You are a family of storytellers, so keep telling all of us/ and all you meet,  stories about Rusty/ as I know you will do at the reception and on the way to New Orleans. This is how we will continue to share his love. We tell stories because Christians believe that death changes but does not destroy. Death5 is not a period at the end of a sentence, but more like a comma/ where we die but go on to a new relationship with God AND with those we love. Our experience is that our God of love does not give us a loving relationship and then let it stop abruptly, as with Rusty’s death. This loving relationship is still there but in some different form of love. We tell stories of Rusty, especially at his death, to continue our relationship with him, to know Rusty’s never-ending love for you, to remember Rusty’s love for the God of love, as  seen through the prism of his life,/ as refractions of the grace and love of God/ in glad and sorrowful memories.////

“O God of grace and glory, we remember before you this day our brother, Rusty. We thank you for giving him to us, to know and to love as a companion on our earthly pilgrimage.

And now O God,6 who loves us/ with a greater love than we can neither know nor understand:/ We give you most high praise and hearty thanks for the excellent example of your servant, Rusty, who now is in the larger life of your heavenly Presence;/ who here on this earth was a tower of strength for all of us, who stood by us and helped us;/ who cheered us by his sympathy and encouraged us by his example;/ who looked not disdainfully on the outward appearance, but lovingly into the hearts of men and women and children; who rejoiced to serve all people;/ whose loyalty was steadfast,/ and his friendship unselfish and secure; whose joy it was to know more about You and be of service. Grant that Rusty may continue to find abiding peace and wisdom in your heavenly kingdom, and that we may carry forward his unfinished work for you on this earth;/ through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

 

1Thornton Wilder in The Bridge of San Luis Rey (HarperCollins, 1927), p. 107.

2Heaven, edited by Roger Ferlo (Seabury Books, 2007).

3 Theodore Farris,  Death and Transfiguration. (Forward Movement 1998).

4Thomas Long, “O Sing to Me of Heaven: Preaching at Funerals” in Journal for Preachers, vol. 29, No. 3, Easter 2006, pp.21-26.

5Edward Gleason, Dying we Live (Cowley 1990).

6 J. B. Bernardin Burial Services (Morehouse Publishing 1980) p. 117

 

 

21C Jeremiah St. Mark's Episcopal Church, Little Rock, September 25, 2022

21 C Jeremiah 32:1-3a, 6-15 September 25, 2022

Despair.com is an actual website. They sell posters, decals, hats, T-shirts with quotations to motivate people to new levels of despair. Here’s one: “It’s always darkest before it goes pitch black.”

The prophet Jeremiah would have loved despair.com. He probably had a mug that said, “It’s always darkest before it goes pitch black.” The word jer/e/mi/ad means a “speech expressing a bitter lament or a righteous prophecy of doom, a thunderous denunciation.” Jeremiah is the origin of the word. Jeremiah criticizes everything needing accusations. He denounces the king/ the clergy. He curses the rich for exploiting the poor. At the entrance to the temple, Jeremiah tells the leaders if they think God is impressed by all the mumbo-jumbo that goes on in worship, they should have their heads examined. Jeremiah takes a clay pot and smashes it into smithereens to show what God plans to do as soon as God gets around to it. He tells the people if they are so crazy about circumcision, then get their minds above their navels and try circumcising the foreskins of their hearts (4:4). Jeremiah writes pleasant devotions like, “My joy is gone, grief is upon me, my heart is sick, I am hurt, I mourn, and dismay has taken hold of me.” Jeremiah tells the king to “take a lowly seat, because your beautiful crown won’t be on your head for long” (13:18).

The prophet has been on a constant tirade, preaching despair for forty years.

Now, the nation of Judah is breathing its last. The Babylonians have returned to punish King Ze/de/ki/ah for his ill-advised rebellion and consequent siege of the city. Within weeks or even days, the siege will result in the total destruction of Jerusalem, the Temple, and the entire nation.

In this dire national crisis, Jeremiah’s message is, “We’re doomed. The Babylonians are going to destroy us, and God is not going to stop it.” Jeremiah not only predicts the invasion, but also tells the people to accept it. He looks them in the eye and tells them they have already lost.//

We are not surprised that no one welcomes Jeremiah’s message. The leaders decide that Jeremiah is a threat to national security. This may sound strange to hear that a preacher is considered unpatriotic because of what he preaches. But we can still remember the government keeping tabs on certain ministers during the civil rights days or the Vietnam War. Even today, churches have been warned of losing their tax-exempt status if political ideas come from the pulpit.// King Ze/de/ki/ah throws Jeremiah in prison so he won’t have to listen to him anymore.///

C.S. Lewis says, “Despair is a greater sin than any of the sins provoking it,”/but it can be difficult not to go there.//

 Countless nameless children die daily from hunger and disease. An Episcopal kindergarten teacher jogs down a major street in Memphis in the early morning and is kidnapped and killed. A thirty-year-old architect wakes up without the strength to get out of bed. An accountant receives a call not to come to work because he has been laid off. At. A fourth grader fails a spelling test. He hasn’t studied. His parents have been fighting. A senior drops out of school because his family needs him to get a job. A brokenhearted mother cannot sleep. A Sunday school teacher decides he doesn’t believe in God’s love anymore. A preacher working on her sermons thinks about giving up. A mother dies too soon, and her husband has no idea how to care for their children. Nineteen children and two adults die in a shooting in Uvalde, Texas at Robb Elementary School.//

We do have moments when the light seems to have gone out completely. So Jeremiah’s despair seems reasonable when we look honestly at the brokenness we can’t fix.

The prophet has more than enough reasons to give up, and YET,/ in the middle of the siege,/ God changes Jeremiah’s sermon/1 after forty years and thirty chapters of gloom.

His cousin Han/a/mel, like everyone else in Judah, would love to sell his land and buy a bus ticket out of town. Han/a/mel’s property is now for sale in an extremely depressed real estate market. The land will soon be utterly worthless. So Jeremiah does the most hopeful thing imaginable in the midst of his nation’s destruction. He buys the land and invests in the FUTURE. Someday, the ancestors of Jeremiah will claim his land with the deed he passes on to his family. There will be a new day. “Houses and fields and vineyards will again be bought in this land.” Jeremiah carries out the transaction with meticulous detail. He dots every legal i  /and crosses every t, /two copies of the deed, appropriate witnesses, and an earthen jar for a safety deposit box. Jeremiah sees a future rising from the ashes of a crumbling present. With the Babylonian armies camped outside Jerusalem’s walls, he talks about God bringing their world back to life./ With Atlanta about to go up in flames, he buys Tara.

At the very moment that people are finally starting to believe Jeremiah’s message of doom, he preaches about building,/ planting/ and a better life./

Jeremiah always takes the unrealistic position and is always at odds with popular opinion. That’s how it works with God’s prophets, offering challenges to people who think they are on top/ and hope to people who have no hope. Abraham Heschel describes prophets as “singing one octave too high.”

Jeremiah is not accustomed to preaching hope,/ so he makes it clear this is not his idea. His hope is in the faithfulness of God. It is because Jeremiah is honest about the darkness/ that he sees the light. If we look from God’s perspective, we will understand what looks big really isn’t. What seems small and unknown, often forgotten, is a sign of hope. We learn to look for the God moments in our lives that we never realized. The word visionary becomes part of our vocabulary. // At McNair Elementary School in Decatur, Georgia, Antoinette Tuff, the African American school bookkeeper, convinces a man armed with an AK-47 with 500 rounds of ammunition to lay down his gun.

An architect suffering from depression finds the strength to get help. An accountant receives a call from an old friend inviting him to lunch. A cab driver picks up a fare in a wheelchair takes her to the grocery store for no charge.

A preschooler learns to tie his shoes. A ten-year-old gets an A on a history test because her father helps her study. A boy in love points out a bright star in the eastern sky to the girl, who finally agrees to go to the football game with him. A college sophomore falls in love with Flannery O’Connor.

A visitor to the Crystal Bridges Museum looks at “ Kindred Spirits” by Durand and is grateful2. A composer sits at his piano and finds the right note. It is C sharp. A four-year-old hears the story of the Good Shepherd for the first time. A minister preparing her sermon remembers that her mother would never have been allowed to preach. A church has a vestry meeting, and no one gets angry./

An older woman in a nursing home gets a visit from some teenagers. A retired teacher laughs out loud for the first time since his wife’s death. A realtor reads Henri Nouwen and decides to be a Christian.

A gay couple of 25 years is allowed to marry.

And finally, we read from the letters of Dietrich Bonhoeffer,3 another prisoner of the state, who writes before his death about the great hope in this very passage from Jeremiah: “There remains for us only the very narrow way, often extremely difficult to find, of living every day as if it were our last,/ and yet living in faith and responsibility as though there were to be a GREAT future. It is not easy to be brave and keep that spirit alive, /but it is imperative.”

1Brett Younger, “Living Towards Hope,” Lectionary Homiletics, vol. 21, no. 5,  pp. 79-80

2 Depicts the painter Thomas Cole who died in 1848, and his friend, the painter William Cullen Bryant, in the Catskills Mountains.

3Dietrich Bonhoeffer, Letters and Papers from Prison (Enlarged Edition; London: SCM Press, 1971), 14-15

14 C Faith Hebrews 11: 1-16. August 7, 2022, St. Mark's Episcopal Church, Little Rock

14 C Faith Hebrews 11:1-3 (4-7) 8-16,  August 7, 2022, St. Mark’s

“Faith is the assurance of things hoped for,/ the conviction of things not seen.”

Some say the Age of Faith, the Christian Era, ended during our lifetime. Growing up in small-town Virginia, there is nothing to do on Sundays, but go to church. Everything else is closed./ My grandparents model observing the Sabbath. They do not work, sew or play cards, but spend the day at church and driving to the country to visit relatives. All my friends wear mustard seed necklaces, and most own child-sized New Testament Bibles bound in white leatherette, given to us by our parents at Easter. Vacation Bible School is the high point of summer. In school, we pray to God as routinely as we pledge allegiance to the flag.

 But, by the time we finish medical school, God is dead. John Kennedy is assassinated while I take a physics test my senior year in college. Martin Luther King is killed in Memphis when we are senior medical students in that city. Robert Kennedy is killed in California two months later, days before our graduation. People turn their outrage on what they have been taught about God. God does not seem good or answer prayers. We begin to construct our own realities and express our spirituality any way we please. When lightning does not strike, our confidence grows along with our fear. Perhaps we are alone in the universe.

Barbara Brown Taylor1,2 describes organized religion now as only ONE of many choices available in our search for meaning. Peers suggest only the unimaginative still go to church. Those wanting to commit themselves to more relevant causes turn to the peace movement, the environment, or the arts.

 All this is over 50 years ago, and the trend continues. Faith in God is no longer the rule. It is one “option” among many for people seeking to make sense of their lives. Moreover, many people have been so wounded by their religion that faith in God is too painful to consider.

Others feel betrayed by a God they believe broke a sacred promise. According to our Sunday school teachers in the 50s, God makes a bargain with us the moment we are born: “Do what I say, and I will take care of you.” So we do, and for years it seems to work. We obey our parents, teachers, and coaches and are taken care of, but one day the system fails. We do everything right, and everything goes wrong. Our prayers go unanswered, our beliefs go unrewarded, our God seems AWOL.

 I hear a mother mourning the death of her infant daughter. “I don’t know what to believe anymore,” she says. “I don’t know whom to pray to or what to pray. I try to be a good person; I do the best I can, but it doesn’t do any good. If God allows something like this to happen, why believe?” This mother’s dis/il/lu/sion/ment is emblematic of the post-Christian era, when perceived promises of Christianity lie broken, and God’s existence and God’s omnipotence seem fantasy.///

 But down in the darkness below our dreams, in the place where all our notions about God have been lost, there is hope,/ because dis/il/lu/sion/ment is not bad. That is where we find the living God. Disillusion is the loss of illusion, about ourselves, the world, and God. While it is always excruciatingly painful, it is not a bad thing to lose the lies we have mistaken for truth. Disillusioned, we discover what is not true. Then, we are set free to seek truth. The illusion is that bad things do not happen to God’s people. But the story of the people of God does not say that bad things will not happen to us. The truth is no matter what happens, God promises to be with us always, by our side. God is still there in bad times, grieving and caring for us.  

We are a resurrection people, constantly undergoing Good Friday, Holy Saturday, and Easter. Our disillusions are Good Friday. They must die. That desert time where God seems absent is Holy Saturday. But we are always promised an Easter experience if we can make the journey through it. God gives us the promise of transformation if we can let illusions go.

Twenty-five years ago, the dearest person in my growing up years, my grandfather, dies. I am beyond despondent. The person who loves me unconditionally is gone. I am alone and lost. In desperation, I return to the church after years of absence, because I must believe I will see my grandfather again. Waiting for me,/ I find the unconditional love of God in a new Christian community. /

Putting one foot ahead of the other is the best way to survive disillusion, because the real danger is not the territory itself but getting stuck in it. We can’t prevent the birds from flying over us, but we can prevent them from building a nest in our heads. Things will change for those willing to continue to heave themselves toward the light. What has been lost gradually becomes less important than what we find. Curiosity pokes its green head up through the asphalt of grief,/ and fear of the unknown takes on an element of wonder.

In my junior year in medical school, I am in a car accident that disables me for life. I drop out of school. My life is in ruins. But, several painful months later, I return to a new class where I meet my future husband, whom I would never have known otherwise.

With each disillusionment, we learn that faith is a wide net spread beneath the most dangerous of our days. To have faith is not a one-time decision, but a daily, hourly choice to act as if it is true. That net, faith, is often the love of God most revealed to us by our Christian community and those we encounter actively seeking a relationship with this higher power. In community, we learn God’s power is not controlling/but redeeming, with the power to raise the dead. This resurrection power is sometimes most manifest in those destroying themselves. For example, resurrection occurs in 12-step work with alcoholics and addicts who are transformed in recovery after years of a living death. As I SEE THAT, THE RED BLOOD OF FAITH RETURNS TO MY VEINS. I see hopeless lives turn into miracles.

But there are also days we refuse to change, and we see others who will not change.

I have a dear friend who often says, “she has a deep and

abiding faith/that comes and goes.” Faith is not being sure where you’re going, but going anyway.

WE HAVE FAITH; WE LOSE FAITH. We find faith again, OR FAITH FINDS US, and God continues to redeem us through it all. And this is God’s call to each of us: to see and share with our neighbor our story of this redeeming faith and love God constantly shows us. Human grief becomes an ax that breaks down the door of human isolation, as we see so many wounded healers reaching out to other wounded ones in need.

Frederick Buechner3 describes faith as “the direction our feet start moving toward when we find that we are loved. Faith is stepping out into the unknown with nothing to guide us but a hand just beyond our grasp.”

 Every moment of our lives offers us a choice about how we will perceive that moment-- as happenstance or revelation, as a stumbling block or stepping stone. Is that event, that phone call, that person in our life, one more blind accident of time, or is it the veiled disclosure of an ever-present, compassionate God? 12-step friends say that synchronicity, co/in/ci/dences, are simply God’s way of staying anonymous. Faith sometimes may be nothing more than recognizing and assigning holy meaning to events that others call random.

 Martin Luther King describes this faith as “taking the first step even when we don’t see the whole staircase.” As we begin to have the slightest awareness of faith in God’s love, we begin to live a life of gratitude. Gratitude gives birth to forgiveness, which is the midwife of more love.

 We see through our own life and that of others that reality is not flat but deep, not opaque but transparent. Our life is no longer meaningless/ but overflows/with God’s grace/ and God’s love/ when we have the tiniest mustard seed of faith to believe that it is indeed TRUE.

Joanna Seibert

1Barbara Brown Taylor, “A church in ruins, “The Preaching Life, pp 5-12.

2Barbara Brown Taylor in When God Is Silent, pp 67-71.

3Frederick Buechner in The Magnificent Defeat. 

Homily for Dan Dennis July 30, 2022, Luke 24:13-31, An Eight O'clocker, On the Road to Emmaus, St/ Stephen's Episcopal Church

 Homily for Dan Dennis July 30, 2022, Luke 24:13-31, An Eight O’clocker, On the Road to Emmaus

“O God of grace and glory, we remember before you this day our brother, Dan. We thank you for giving him to us..to know and to love as a companion on our earthly pilgrimage. Amen”1

Dan was an exceptional person. He was an eight o’clocker. He was among that rare breed of churchgoers who attend Sunday services at the earliest hour. I know them well as my brother was one. Since fewer people are at these services, they often wear many hats. Dan was an usher, greeter, lector and sometimes eucharistic minister. They serve on vestries, finance committees, search committees, and go to diocesan conventions. I loved getting to St. Luke’s on Sunday morning when I knew Dan would be there. I could be assured everything was ready for the service, and we wouldn’t be scrambling at the last moment. He would have checked the candles, the altar, and had all the bulletins ready. So, it was understandable how we became fast friends. Dan was always there for funerals, and at St. Luke’s, he also was in charge of the Columbarium. This gave him the title of funeral director for that church.

But he did more/that many people are not aware of. At St. Luke’s, he also hired the nursery personnel. I learned about Dan’s compassion and love for others in this role. He didn’t simply hire people. He got to know them and care about them. He learned about their trials and triumphs of life. Once when one became ill and died, he arranged for her service and reception there at St. Luke’s and probably covered the cost. The nursery women gave him the name of Father Dan, and it stuck.

We would suggest an event at church, and Dan was immediately there to help. I remember Dan and Gary serving breakfasts at St. Luke’s that were outstanding, but not very healthy. My husband called them guilty pleasures.

Dan helped keep the men’s group going at St. Luke’s so that other men could enjoy each other’s fellowship. I treasure that I was even invited one Saturday morning to the men’s sacred meeting.

We remember Dan’s devotion to the men of St. Francis House and the veterans living there. His dinners for them with Gary and Dicky and others were like none others. He would have gifts for the men and sit and talk and hear their stories. I know he continued that tradition here at St. Stephens.

Dan was indeed a sharing person. We will miss finding fresh corn, tomatoes, or peaches at our door at various times during the year.

Even though this all sounds like so much, I am only sharing the small part of Dan’s life that I knew for the five years we were together at St. Luke’s. I know Dan’s work was important to him, and people in that part of his life would tell similar stories to mine. I know he loved and was devoted to Jennifer and his family, and I hope they will share their stories of his love, compassion, and caring with so many of you today. //

This morning, as we carry the ashes of Dan Dennis in and out of this sacred space, we are sacramentally carrying him back to God. We know Dan is already with God, but this funeral liturgy allows us, in effect, to shout out a prayerful petition to God, “God, get ready! Here comes Dan! A sinner of your redeeming, and a lamb of your own flock. You have given him to us, and now with gratitude for the gift of his life, we are returning him to you.” Our prayers are like prayers with the offering, “We give thee, but thine own,” except, in this case, the offering is not money but the life of one we love.2

Dan was an Easter person, a resurrection person. The gospel we just heard is an Easter gospel. It is about two disciples leaving Jerusalem after Jesus’ death to return home to Emmaus,/ who meet Jesus on the road but do not recognize him. This afternoon, we are friends walking the road to Emmaus, coming to St. Stephen’s, trying to find a safe place to process the life and death of our dearly beloved friend. Like those on the road, we  talk to each other about our friend, Dan, who touched so many lives.

It is indeed an early Christian tradition to tell stories about the one who died, as his body is on its pilgrimage to its final burial place. We tell stories because Christians believe death changes/but does not destroy. Death is not the period at the end of a sentence, but more like a comma where Dan, in death, enters a new relationship with God AND a new relationship with us. Our experience is that God does not give us a loving relationship like his and then let it stop abruptly with death. The relationship is still there/but in some different form. So we tell stories about Dan to continue that relationship as we see through the prism of his life, both in glad and sorrowful memories, refractions of the grace and love of God.

As you have heard from Gary, so many will miss our friend, Dan, St. Stephen’s senior warden.//

Can our Anglican tools of Scripture, tradition, and reason help us process Dan’s life/ and his physical departure from us, much too soon?

What does Scripture tell us about death? The New Testament describes how Jesus wept at the death of his friend Lazarus. Our mentor is telling us that weeping is what we should do. At his own death, Jesus asks God, “God, where are you?” He is telling us that doubting, arguing, feeling abandoned are feelings just as Christian as feeling held in God’s arms. 3,4

What does our reason tell us about death, which includes our own experience with grief and death? Just like Jesus on the road to Emmaus, our loved ones who have died are not only in a new relationship with God, but also with us. We may only recognize their presence at certain times. Death changes, but does not destroy our communion with the saints, those we love. We all have shared experiences of knowing the presence of loved ones after they died, doing things we knew we had never been able to do before because of some presence very near, guiding, still caring for us. The Hebrew Bible or Old Testament gives an excellent description of this experience. As Elijah is about to die, he asks his beloved companion, Elisha, “Tell me what I may do for you, before I am taken from you.” Elisha responds, “Please let me inherit a double share of your spirit.” Elijah says, “You have asked a hard thing.” You know the story. As Elijah ascends in a whirlwind into heaven, he leaves his mantle or shawl for Elisha. That will also be our experience. Dan has left us a mantle that all of us here will be wearing. Dan, like Jesus, is resurrected and will be with us always throughout all eternity. His presence no longer depends on time and space.

When our loneliness is so deep that we cannot see or feel anything else, our reason, our experience, our tradition, our Scripture tell us that even though our pain is true,/ it is not the ultimate truth. Beyond all our pain is the beauty, truth, and love of God in Jesus Christ, which never dies. This love surrounds us with all the saints, who are with us throughout all eternity.

 And finally, today, our Scripture offers members of Dan’s family and his friends another image/ to hold onto/ as we process his death. The image will be a road,/ the road to Emmaus,/ the road we travel when our loneliness is great,/ because we will so miss the person who taught us about unconditional love./ But, suddenly, at some time, like the disciples on the Road to Emmaus,/ the one/ they thought/ they had lost /is there by their side,/ with Jesus and all the saints with him. Sometimes he may be challenging to recognize. But we will know them when we invite them in. This is better expressed in this prayer we offer for Dan: 

“Eternal God, you love us with a greater love than we can neither know nor understand: We give you the highest praise and hearty thanks for the good example of your servant, Dan, who now is in the larger life of your heavenly Presence; who here on this earth was a tower of strength for all of us, who stood by us and helped us; who cheered us by his sympathy and encouraged us by his example; who looked not disdainfully on the outward appearance, but lovingly into the hearts of men and women; he rejoiced to serve all people; his loyalty was steadfast, and his friendship unselfish and secure; his joy was to know more about you and be of service. Grant that he may continue to find abiding peace and wisdom in your heavenly kingdom, and that we may carry forward his unfinished work for you on this earth; through Jesus Christ our Lord.”5 Amen

Joanna Seibert

1Burial II in BCP, p. 493.

2Thomas Long, “O Sing to Me of Heaven: Preaching at Funerals,” Journal for Preachers, 21-26, vol. 29, no. 3, Easter 2006.

3Jeffrey J. Newlin, “Standing at the Grave,” This Incomplete One, pp. 121-130.   

4Gary W. Charles, “The E Prayer,” Journal for Preachers, 47-50, vol. 29, no. 3, Easter 2006.

5. J. B. Bernardin in Burial Services p. 117