I Believe in the Communion of Saints

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I Believe in the Communion of Saints

The Rev’d Stephen C. Holton
Christ Church, New Haven, Conn.
All Saints Sunday
November 6, 2016

In the name of God: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Amen.

When I was a young child, my great grandmother died. She had been a pillar in her community, always at church, always baking a cake or taking a casserole to the potluck, always in her pew. She was a hard worker during the depression. She sewed shirts for a living. She had a beautiful rose garden and was fastidious about waste—she’d reuse the dish water for too long, in fact, trying to conserve the water in the well, as though there wasn’t enough to go around. She hated paper towels and paper plates. Just wasteful, she said. And I tend to agree. But as stingy as she was with water and paper products, she was generous with food and treats. There was always a drawer in her front room where, when you came to visit, you could go and get a butterscotch candy or a stick of chewing gum—no need to ask, the invitation was standing. There were stories that I heard only later about how she looked out for folks in her community—how she helped and supported other people.

When she died, I remember someone saying “Oh, she was such a saint.” Such a good person. To me, she was just my great grandmother. I wasn’t sure what the person meant by that. Was she special in some particular way? Different from the rest of us? She had high expectations, and she didn’t mind saying when they weren’t met. She could get grumpy. She wasn’t, I suspect, perfect. But she was, people said, a saint.

And I wondered, what had those people meant? I know she’d been a good person, as good as she could be, but what does that mean, to call her a saint?

What do you think of when you think of saints? Perhaps you have a grandmother that you recall as “saintly,” like people referred to mine. Or maybe you think of those historical figures in whom the Church has discerned a particular fullness of grace, a particular movement of the spirit that shows us something of the divine, a showing of a way to follow Christ—saints like Francis, who gave away all his earthly wealth to preach the gospel of Christ; Julian, whose writings show us images of the divine that inspire and captivate us with the love that God has for us, his creation—or Mary, the mother of our Lord, whose “yes” to God’s will became part of the divine work in Creation, and through the Holy Spirit gave birth to Jesus, the messiah, the Christ—Mary, full of grace, who says yes to God—the saints who, through particular grace, say “Yes” to God’s will.

Today we celebrate All Saints Sunday, and we celebrate today all those saints—the ones known to the Church as particularly filled with grace—the saints, apostles, prophets, and martyrs who feature in our windows and stories and memories—the ones whose lives show us God’s grace in a particular way, the ones who point us to Jesus’s own life. They show us how to live: Their actions, their lives, give us a particular glimpse of what the kingdom of God could look like lived out on earth—the sort of blessed community described in the Beatitudes that we heard in the gospel.

But what about all those other Saints, the ones on another shore, whose lives may not have been as well known, whose lives didn’t necessarily seem miraculous—whose lives are not remembered on the calendar of the church. The epistles use the term “saints” to mean believers in Jesus Christ—followers of the way. The word shows up as a greeting—the letter of to the Saints of a particular place—the Saints at New Haven—those who believe in Jesus as the messiah, those who follow his way. Or sometimes they refer to those “called to be saints.” My great grandmother would certainly fit that definition.

These ordinary saints, the parents or grandparents or friends or family whom the world may not know but we remember, have shown us a glimpse of the kingdom here on earth, through God’s particular grace—and the souls of all who have passed through this life and into the next who now know God fully, now experience the Kingdom of God, now know these values, these beatitudes, not as something other or foreign, but as the reality of the reign of God, of union with God—these lives who have been and are being enfolded into the very heart of God.

They are ordinary, just like us. They are ordinary, just like the folks on the calendar of Saints. But they have been sanctified by the grace of God—drawn into the very love of God that brings the kingdom, that shows us how to live, not only in that future shore, but here and now. We, like them, even now, are being invited into that loving relationship—invited to give our lives to Christ—invited to live within these kingdom values.

And so we pray for them—for these examples of the grace of God working in the world, here and now. We pray that they are received into the loving arms of God—that the work of union with God, with the divine, that begins on earth is completed in heaven. We pray as a way to remember them. As a way of giving thanks.

And, just as we ask those extra-ordinary Saints to pray for us—Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us—we also realize that our grandmothers, our parents, our loved ones, our friends—just as we prayed for them here on earth—are now also praying for us. That the belief, the lives, they shared on earth are still shared in heaven, through these prayers. That prayer knits us together in the communion of saints.

And this communion of all the saints gathers with us around the altar today at the communions, praising God, singing Holy Holy Holy, and receiving that perfect communion with God—even as we, through God’s grace in the sacraments, receive his very presence, a foretaste, a preparation, a promise—a promise of the kingdom that was, and is, and is to come.

As we all gather around the altar today, as we face east, and they join on the other side of the veil in this sacrifice of praise and thanksgiving, we remember that we, too, are called to be those same saints—here in this time, in this place—those who follow the Way of Jesus, those who open our hearts to God’s grace and truth.

Being a Saint is not about being good. Being a Saint is not even about being nice, though that may happen. Being a Saint is about giving our lives to Jesus—dying to sin and self at our baptism, and rising to new life in him. In our baptisms we are joined to Christ in his death and resurrection. We are invited into the life of the kingdom of God—invited to live differently. To show the world God’s love in a particular way—with our whole lives.

For the Saints aren’t separate from the world. They live within it—even in our consciousness now, in this communion of Saints which we have joined.

Rowan Wiliams, in his book On Being Christian, talks about baptism as locating our lives within the love that is the Trinity—centering our whole being there, in that relationship of love and life. But he says baptism is also a sharing in the life, death, and resurrection of Jesus—that baptism locates us squarely within the world—it doesn’t take us OUT of the world, but puts us right back in it, in the chaos, the mess, and the disorder of all of it. That baptism sends us back into the reality of the world—to be a light of Christ’s presence—to bear Christ to the world. To show what the kingdom of God can look like.

Today as we celebrate the sacrament of Baptism we are reminded that we are washed with Christ, we have died to sin and risen to new life in him. And that as the body of Christ, we will receive his very body and blood, his own self offering, once again in the sacrament of Holy Communion. We will be united with the communion of saints in our praise and worship—and we are united with God in the very body of his Son. We are both being and becoming that very thing that the Saints already know—we are joining the kingdom of God, becoming united with God in Christ, drawn into ever more perfect communion, into the life of God that never ends.

This week I invite you to reflect on the reality that YOU are a part of the communion of Saints. I invite you to recall your promise to seek and serve Christ in all persons. I invite you to expect to see the communion of saints, the presence of Christ, in those whom you meet. What a difference the world looks when we seek him everywhere. And I invite you to gather around the altar with the saints and angels to offer your sacrifice of praise and thanksgiving—and receive the bread and wine, given back as his very body and blood. Hear those words – the Body of Christ – and know that Christ’s very body is present—hear those words, the Body of Christ—and know that you, brothers and sisters, you yourselves are his body—the Church which is his body. Be drawn into the mystical body of Christ, renewed, restored, enlivened, and sent forth to love.

Be a part of the Body of Christ—be a part of the Communion of Saints—that knows what the kingdom of God looks like—and is approaching it every day—that radically different way of seeing the world, of seeing creation—that kingdom of God that the beatitudes speak to. That’s what the kingdom of God looks like. Francis and Julian and Mary know it. My saintly great grandmother knows it, and so does yours. We are coming to know it. Christ himself is teaching us, redeeming, restoring, and renewing us. God is folding us in—into the communion of saints that gather around the throne, who cry, "Amen! Blessing and glory and wisdom and thanksgiving and honor and power and might be to our God forever and ever! Amen.”

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Proper 20

The Rev’d Matthew Larsen
Christ Church, New Haven, Conn.
Eighteenth Sunday after Pentecost, Proper 20C
September 18th, 2016

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Proper 16

Many years ago, when I was about fifteen, my grandmother need to go into the hospital for a treatment. We drove up there to see her, bring her some flowers. As we got to her floor, a nurse stopped us, told us everything had gone well, but that she was on some heavy medication and might be a little out of it. OK. Good news. No problem.

So we walked into her room, and said, “Hi Mimi, it’s your grandkids! How are you doing?” Then Mimi, who was laying down, slowly leaned her head forward, reached out her hand, and said, “I ... I ... I ... I can’t see!” We looked at each other, looked back at Mimi, and said, “Mimi, open your eyes!”

Today I want to talk with you about the power of seeing.

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Proper 12

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Proper 12

St. Paul has fallen on hard times in many Episcopal pulpits. Probably because he often comes across as an old crank who says things we moderns find wrongheaded. Think about it: when was the last time you heard a sermon on Paul?

Yet we run the risk of missing something important if we leave Paul behind. What’s more, built into the scriptures is a principle that helps us think differently about Paul. Within the collection of Pauline letters, which the Church takes to be the Word of God, is a principle of updating and rewriting the Pauline tradition. That is, Colossians was written by a disciple of Paul who remodeled Paul’s key ideas for a new day and in a new place. Built into the Bible is an example of what every community of faith must always do: hold onto the essential things from the past as well as reimagine how to faithfully live out the faith in their own day.

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Entertaining Angels’ Underwears

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Entertaining Angels’ Underwears

As some of you will know from my often talking about it, even in previous sermons here, I grew up in a fundamentalist church in small-town Texas. To make sure to save our souls, we were in church whenever the doors were open. My father was the song leader. We went to church at least three times a week: for Sunday morning, Sunday evening, and Wednesday evening prayer service. Sermons were generally 40 minutes long (don’t worry, I won’t go that long today). There was always an invitation call, what in some churches is known as the “altar call,” at which we would stand and sing countless verses of “Just As I Am” while the preacher encouraged anyone to come forward who needed baptism, confession of sins, or just prayers in general. And we sang lots of songs with phrases and words little kids have a bit of trouble really understanding.

Years later we would laugh at what we thought we were saying or singing. Like the song “When the rolls are called up yonder,” or “Up from the gravy the rolls,” (for a five or six year old boy ready to get home for Sunday dinner, you can understand why so many of my misunderstandings had to do with food), or “Gladly, the cross-eyed bear.” Or my father’s favorite quotation from the Apostle Paul, as we heard it from the King James Version: “I would not have you, ignorant brethren.”

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Be Not Afraid

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Be Not Afraid

My friend Sally tells a story about growing up—growing up in the 1950’s on a farm in the deep south, a farm far outside of town—the sort of place where you only see the folks in your family, and the folks who live on the farm, and the folks who come occasionally to visit.  Sally made friends among the folks that were around—and her best friend was another little boy just a couple of years older called Frank who lived on the farm, too.  When Sally was about five and Frank was seven, they’d spend hours running through the cotton fields together and pulling one another around in a wooden red wagon along the dusty roads of the farm.  They were the best of friends—until Sally started school, and she noticed that Frank didn’t go to the same school as she did.  And as she got older she noticed that she never saw Frank at the same places she went in town—the soda fountain, the doctor’s office, even the movie theater.  And finally, when she was older, and she invited friends over to the farm for picnics or dinners in the dining room, she learned that her best friend Frank wasn’t welcome to join. 

You see, Sally is white, and Frank is black.  And somewhere along the way Sally learned that it wasn’t okay for them to be friends.  That Frank wasn’t welcome as an equal in her world.  And what a perversion of the message of the incarnation that lesson was—a lesson she still grieves today.  

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Proper 9

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Proper 9

I admit it. I was sorely tempted. I am moving this coming week and the lectionary presented me with a real gift. The epistle reading (at least the optional part of it) has the part of St. Paul’s letter to the Galatians where he commands them to “bear one another’s burdens.” What does it mean to bear one another’s burdens? To bear, of course, literally means to carry something. The apostle urges the church to help one another by picking up their oppressive, heavy burdens, like boxes or sofas, and carry them in such a way that relieves them of their trouble. So, … [gesture with hands]. The application would seem pretty clear.

But I would never do that. You all are far too smart. You would have simply responded, “Yes, but Father, three short verses later, St. Paul he says, “Every person must carry their own weights.”

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Assuming the Mantle

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Assuming the Mantle

Think about the last job you applied for—or, if you’ve not applied for a job yet, maybe a school application, or any sort of application, really, that you have to wait to hear from.  After the application, the screening interviews, maybe a phone call or Skype, additional questions, writing samples, in-person interviews, and follow up conversations, you probably expect at worst a letter saying thanks, but no thanks—or, in the best situation, a phone call saying, Yes, you’re it!  We want to hire you!  

Now imagine the situation of the great prophet Elijah and his successor, Elisha.  Elijah has been told by God to anoint Elisha in his place, but rather than making a phone call, or sending an email, Elijah goes out to look for Elisha—and he finds him tilling the soil, driving a team of twelve yolk of oxen, two dozen oxen—quite a lot of ox power—and to tell him he’s been chosen, Elijah comes alongside the young Elisha and throws his mantle, a big cloak, over him.  It might seem strange to our modern ears—imagine if you knew you’d gotten the job when your boss threw his coat over you—but this gesture, the same one from which we get our phrase “assuming the mantle,” means just that—that Elijah is passing his authority, his responsibility, to Elisha—that he has been chosen, he has been named.  He is the prophet.  He got the job.

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In Response to Violence

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In Response to Violence

Today’s lectionary readings are filled with violence. Violence remembered from the past. Violence threatened in the future. Violence enacted in the present. Violence responding to violence. Social violence. Psychological violence. Violence against humans. Violence against animals. Violence against the environment. Violence fueled by ethnicity. Violence fueled by economics. Violence fueled by religion.  

Our newsfeeds this week are also filled with violence. Violence directed specifically against the LGBTQ community. Violence motivated by bigotry. Violence with guns. Violent rhetoric. Threats of violence. Violence promised by politicians. Violence enacted against politicians. Violence ignored by politicians. 

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Jesus is Praying

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Jesus is Praying

Jason Ballard, an emerging leader in the environmental justice movement, once said this about deforestation: “If we could only figure out how to make trees emit WiFi signals, we would solve the problem of deforestation in no time. Too bad all they produce is oxygen.” 

Often the tyranny of the urgent blinds us to the importance of taking the long view. What is urgent and what really matters in the end are not synonymous. But time takes a toll. And in the end, the simple onslaught of daily life can prove the hardest challenge.

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Infinitely more...

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Infinitely more...

We come today to the memorable story of the widow of Zarephath from the beginning of Elijah’s ministry. Elijah prophecies a drought will come upon the land of King Ahab. Immediately God sends him into the desert wilderness, by a stream, the Wadi Cherith, to be fed bread and meat morning and night by ravens and to find water in the wadi. His prophecy was fulfilled, the wadi dried up and there was no rain in the land

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The Feast Today

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The Feast Today

I wonder if you’ve seen the film Babette’s Feast.  Babette comes mysteriously and humbly to live with community in the Jutland in Denmark.  She is employed as a servant.  She has come from Paris and is a wonderful cook, yet all the people want is coarse bread and fish.  The people are gruff and unkind and soon we see that they harbor long held hurts and animosities.

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Relation, creation and delight

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Relation, creation and delight

64 plastic water bottles, 214 plastic grocery bags, a barbie, and a Doritos bag-

these were some of the contents of the belly of a beached whale this spring.

The gorgeous, sleek, magnificent creature was stuffed- belly brimming with the tailings of human addiction to comfort, to quick access, to the thousands of little things that take a tremendous amount of earth’s resources to manufacture, only to be used once, maybe twice, then discarded with ease.

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