New Life

So, this morning in my sermon I talked about how Jesus had said to his disciples before his crucifixion that in a little while they would not see him anymore, but then in another little while they would see him again.  They didn't know what he meant, so he went on, telling them that they would soon come into a time of suffering, but that it wouldn't always be that way - it would be like a mother who knows her difficult hour has come and must endure great travail, but then afterward, no longer even remembers her anguish when the joy of a new life arrives.  He said, "You will have sorrow now, but I will see you again and your hearts will rejoice and no one will take that joy from you."

As I was preaching those words, I was thinking about my nephew and his wife up in Massachusetts, whose baby was due on Thursday.  I hadn't heard any news yet, and I was wondering if things had moved into the travail stage yet - and was hoping that maybe they'd already come into the joy part.  After the service this morning I received word - little Eric arrived yesterday - strong and well and everyone is doing fine.  New Life!

It's a new life for his mother, no longer having to carry the baby inside her 24/7, but now needing to carry him in her arms and feed him every hour or two 24/7.  It's a whole new life for his big sister who will have to adjust from being the only one to being the older one.  It's a new life for my nephew, now having both a daughter and a son to love, care for and play with.  And it's certainly a new life for Eric.  I wish I could remember what it felt like to take my first breath and meet my life on earth for the first time!  I'm sure it was quite a shock in some ways.  But at the same time, arriving into my mother's arms for the first time must have been a wonderful moment.

Like all human lives, I know already that Eric's life will have its share of anguish and travail.  And although we are offered new life every day, that doesn't mean our lives won't include both sorrows and joys.  As my new little great nephew's family moves into their new life together today, my prayer for them is this: Trust God in everything, and stay as close to God as you can every moment.  You never know what a day will bring, but whatever it brings, trusting and relying on God brings a joy that no one will be able to take from you.

Blessings upon you, little Eric.

Resurrection

There’s way more to resurrection than just maybe heaven someday.

Resurrection asks me questions:

How will I live a resurrected life?
How will I choose to greet people?
What will I make time for in my day?
What will I allow to fill my day and my mind and my heart?

Will I respond to life out of gratefulness
or remain blocked by resentments?

Will I notice the sometimes subtle
but life giving gifts that are mine every day?
Or will I only notice what I had when it's gone?

I wake up in the morning, resurrected 

After the death of sleep I am given a new day.

With each inhale, I am resurrected

After the death of an exhale, new life enters.

A friend and I reconnect, resurrected

After the death of misunderstanding, new love is found.

I sit down in the quiet to pray, resurrected

After the death of losing my center, new peace.

All day long, every day, I am invited into resurrection.

There’s way more to it than just maybe heaven someday.

Every moment is an invitation into new life.


Into resurrection.

Good Friday

My God, My God, Why have you forsaken me?

Jesus has been there.  Jesus knows

My God, My God, Why have you forsaken me?

My God, My God, why did that test come back positive?

My God, My God, Why can’t I seem to make my life work?

My God, My God, why is my daughter on drugs?

My God, My God, Why have you forsaken me?

My God, My God, why does he hit me?

My God, My God, why can’t I find another job?

My God, My God, why can’t I stop drinking?

My God, My God, Why have you forsaken me?

My God, My God, Why don’t my children call me anymore?

My God, My God, Why am I losing control of my life?

My God, My God, why did she have to die?

My God, My God, Why have you forsaken me?

Jesus has been there.  Jesus knows

My God, My God, Why have you forsaken me?

God - in God’s own self –

knows that in our places of deepest grief and deepest despair,

we get no satisfactory response to our desperate why’s –

there is only the painful silence.

My God, My God, Why have you forsaken me?

But because God – in God’s own self – has been there and knows
We are assured that no matter where we find ourselves
Even at the lowest, darkest, deepest rock bottom,
we are never alone.

Jesus is there with us.
Because Jesus knows.

Spaciousness

It probably comes as no surprise to anyone at all familiar with the Episcopal Church that Holy Week is the busiest week of a parish priest's year.  There are five significant services this week - and they are all unusual, once-a-year events that take more planning than usual.  This year at Grace we're having a vigil service - the first vigil that we've had here in a very long time.  The vigil is a fancy and complicated service with all kinds of extras - a bonfire, candles, incense, chanting, lots of different readers, baptisms - the bishop is even coming to celebrate the service with us this year, along with our neighboring clergy.  It is the first vigil I have planned myself and I have been overwhelmed by all the details.  I have been in a bit of a panic, to tell the truth.

Today I finally put the finishing touches on all the ends I considered to be loose around this big service in my own mind, and I feel much better.  And the calm that has come over me has been a reall gift.  Because now I feel ready to travel through Holy Week in a way that I am open to receiving - not just giving.  I don't think it's only priests that can fall into the trap of managing their work, or their lives, in such a way that you become separated from it - almost as if you're watching yourself and what you are doing instead of actually being present and participating in it.  Have you ever had that feeling in your life or work?  I have, and of all weeks, Holy Week is not the week I want to feel that way.

Because the truth is - Holy Week is not primarily the busiest week of the year.  It is the holiest week of the year.  It can be a spiritual portal into new life - if I allow God to work in me.  Why would I want to be preoccupied with what I think my work is when God wants to work through me?  All the preparations we do at a church for Holy Week are not for ourselves.  They are for God.  And God is for us.  So really - what is there to worry about?

So I am glad I was able to get enough details settled today to allow myself the peace and the space to be able to receive - to listen - to rest - to contemplate - to hope - as this week progresses.  I pray the same spaciousness for you. 

If you'd like to experience the beauty of our Holy Week liturgies, you can find the schedule here:

http://gracetrumbull.org/templates/System/details.asp?id=47651&PID=767044