Sermon: for Andrew Allen

On Sunday, June 2nd, I was sitting at home in my comfy clothes with a tasty cup of coffee, and watching the service here at St. Matthewโ€™s on Facebook live. Father Jim preached a fine sermon. As is our way, this was then followed by the Creed, the prayers, the confession, and the seventh-inning stretchโ€”also known as the peace.

I watched and smiled as I saw you all greeting one another, imagining the pew hopping and all. Then, at the bottom right corner of the screen, in rolled Andrew, sitting in his wheelchair. He was all smiles. Elizabeth greeted him, then there was this steady stream of you all coming up and giving Andrew the Peace. Afterward, he rolled back out of view from the camera. The whole time I watched, it never once crossed my mind that this would be the last time I would see him. I suspect, for those who saw him that day, you never thought it would be the last time you would see him, either.

Today, we heard the words of the Psalmist, as he speaks to the Lord, 

โ€œMy frame was not hidden from you
    when I was made in the secret place,
    when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.

Your eyes saw my unformed body;
    all the days ordained for me were written in your book
    before one of them came to be.โ€

All the days ordained for me were written in your book, including the very last. 

Just as we did not consider that it might be the last day for Andrew, we also do our very best not to consider our own last day. It is something we fight desperately against. However, Andrew was in a rather unique position. Like Job, who spent days considering the ways of God, Andrew alsoโ€”in his trialsโ€”had the opportunity to consider the ways of God. Like any of us, he did not come to fully understand, but he did give it a great deal of thought. At some point, he sat down and put some of those thoughts to verse in a poemโ€”A Word to the Lord.

Master of beauty, craftsman of the snowflake,
inimitable contriver,
endower of the Earth so gorgeous and different from the boring Moon,
thank you for such as it is my gift.

I have made up a poem to you
containing with deep feeling everything that most matters now.
โ€œAccording to thy will,โ€ the thing begins.
It took me off and on nearly a week.
It does not aim at eloquence.

You have come to my rescue again and again
in my impassable, sometimes despairing years.
You have allowed my brilliant and beautiful friends to destroy themselves,
and I am still here, severely damaged, but functioning.

Unknowable, as I am unknown to a guinea pig,
how can I โ€œloveโ€ you?
I only as far as gratitude and awe
confidently and absolutely go.

I have no idea whether we live again.
It doesn’t seem likely
from either a scientific or philosophical point of view,
but certainly, all things are possible to you,
and I believe in the resurrection-appearances to Peter and to Paul
as I believe I sit here in this green-blue chair.
Only that may have been a special case
to establish their initiatory faith.

Whatever end you may have for me, accept my amazement.
May I stand until death forever at attention
for your least instruction or enlightenment.
I even feel sure you will assist me again,
Master of insight and beauty.

Yes. Andrew had considered his last day. In the end, he knew that he would not be able to understand it all, so instead of entrusting his life to his own means and understanding, he handed all things over to God. With Jesus, Andrew said, โ€œFather, into your hands I commit my spirit!โ€

Perhaps we never will consider our own last day, but as long as we do the sameโ€”as long as we commit our spirit and our bodies to the loving hands of Jesusโ€”then on our last day, Jesus will bring us into our Fatherโ€™s house, into that place that has been prepared for us.

Today, we mourn the loss of Andrew. Today, we also rejoice for Andrew, for he has been resurrected to eternal life. A life that is available to all who commit their bodies and souls to Jesus.

Travel: Ireland / Rock of Cashel

The picture below is not mine, but is Devilโ€™s Bit Mountain. The Devilโ€™s bit is that gap in the middle.

Legend has it that Saint Patrick vanquished the devil from a cave. The devil became so infuriated that he took a bite out of the mountain. When he did, he broke a tooth. Being in pain, he spat out the mountain and his tooth. The site of the Rock of Cashel (about 22 miles south of Devilโ€™s Bit Mountain) is the bit of the mountain and the devilโ€™s broken tooth that was spat out. Originally the Rock of Cashel was a castle, but was later donated to the church by someone seeking favor. From there, it was transformed into a great community. It now lays in ruin, but you get an idea of what it once was.

From the website (Source):

Set on a dramatic outcrop of limestone in the Golden Vale, The Rock of Cashel, iconic in its historic significance, possesses the most impressive cluster of medieval buildings in Ireland. Among the monuments to be found there is a round tower, a high cross, a Romanesque chapel, a Gothic cathedral, an abbey, the Hall of the Vicars Choral and a fifteenth-century Tower House.

Originally the seat of the kings of Munster, according to legend St. Patrick himself came here to convert King Aenghus to Christianity (note: this occurred in the year 432 a.d.) Brian Boru was crowned High King at Cashel in 978 and made it his capital.

In 1101 the site was granted to the church and Cashel swiftly rose to prominence as one of the most significant centres of ecclesiastical power in the country.

Apparently, she also gave considerable money.

As with all cities and castles, it was built on a hill to give a commanding view of the surrounding lands.

Cormacโ€™s Chapel dates to the 11th century. Pictured below is the restored chapel. In the process of the restoration, beautiful frescos were discovered beneath the centuries of dirt and whitewash. Although no longer fully intact, the second image is what it is believed to have originally looked like.

After such a hard day of walking and looking, what better place to stop than a traditional Irish pub and have a very tasty Irish coffee.

I hear that the weather has been absolutely remarkable and it was again today, although a bit blustery. The foot is doing well and did not give me any grief. A very good day. Next Wednesday, I travel again. Where will I land this time?

Camino to Ireland

Today has been a day of travel. I went from Los Arcos to Logroรฑo. My bus was late so I missed my second bus to Madrid. There was another one at 12:45 PM and I got that one. Four hours later I arrived in Madrid. I went and found a new suitcase because I had been carrying my possessions in a bag that I found in the back room of the hotel. I gave away my hiking shoes in Los Arcos because the hikers I had were murder on my foot. The walking I did in my sandals hurt like the dickens at the beginning, but settled in after a bit. I somehow suspect that a little bit later tonight I will regret that walking. I have found some new shoes! Skechers. There were several other brands, but these are recognized. Soft on the bottom, and more importantly, soft on the top.

I have stayed in some very nice places the last several nights. However, the hotel Iโ€™m staying at in Madrid is a paradise. Iโ€™m sitting down, waiting on my octopus to be delivered for my supper. Iโ€™m thinking itโ€™s going to be delicious although you who have issues with my mackrel during the week may not find it so appetizing.

I continue to think about many things. We really donโ€™t change. We are who we are and we fight the battles. It doesnโ€™t matter where you are, your demons will follow you. If you pray that those demons might release you and they remain, does that mean that you are a complete loss and destined for level nine? Or does that mean that Saint Paul heard correctly, โ€œMy grace is sufficient for thee.โ€ Do we continue to fight against the demons? I look at the person that I am, and I wonder, is this really who God wants me to be? I canโ€™t imagine the person that I am is satisfying to Him. We desire to be more butโ€ฆ all that remains is who we are…. hold that thought, supper has arrivedโ€ฆ

I absolutely complained to the management. It was a terrible supper. The baby octopus was two days too old. Horrible. I ate it so that I would not embarrass the chef. For those of you who know that I eat mackerel out of a can, please know that this was even better, and if I could get it in a can, I would be eating it every day! Just for the record.

I see that I have mentioned this earlier, so I am just rambling nowโ€ฆ Before I arrived at my hotel, I purchased a new suitcase and a new pair of sneakers. My foot is very appreciative of the new sneakers. The suitcase actually contains everything after the great purge. I got rid of my backpack and many of the items that I needed for the long walk. However, I was left with a small day pack, and it was bursting at the seams. It made it this far, but I think it had just about met its maker.

When I walked into the luggage store and the shoe store, they both looked at me as though I did not belong. That is something worth preaching on. However, when they realized that I could actually pay… do you remember that scene from Pretty Woman, apparently they did… they helped me out.

I have been rambling all day long. My apologies. Not great writing. However, Iโ€™ve been struggling from one place to the next and Iโ€™m just about to the place where I can stop. I need a haircut. I need a shower. I need somebody to trim my eyebrows (I canโ€™t be that shaggy English guy!) ๏ฟผI need about a 12 hour nap. Who doesnโ€™t? We go too hard. We must learn to find peace and rest…………

I do not believe that we know how to breathe. I think we try so hard to prove to the world and to ourselvesโ€ฆ What?โ€ฆ Something.โ€ฆ That we areโ€ฆ Important? Have relevance? Deserve to be heard?โ€ฆ

โ€ฆ Maybe we just want the world to know that we exist or existed? Maybe we are all the good thief who cries out in all desperation, โ€œRemember me.โ€ …… Iโ€™m talking to myself now…..

Wait! I forgot about my white crane this morning. She/he was sitting on their nest at the top of the bell tower in Los Arcos. A beautiful bird, and so very peaceful to watch. So high up that she/he did not care that we were down below observing them.

If you do not hear from me in the next six months, start searching for my body in this area of Ireland. Iโ€™ll be headed there tomorrow.

Sleep well. know that God loves you.

๏ฟผMy scars hurt. ๏ฟผ

Camino: a day in Los Arcos

It only looks like I need to wash my feet, but it is actually a bruise on my right foot brought on by a stress fracture. The swelling was enough this morning that I could barely get my sandal on. I did not try my shoes.

And, yes, I am aware that I have finger toes, and that there is a massive gap where another toe could fit in.

What does this all mean? I am seeking further advice from a podiatrist. I have to be out of this hotel by noon tomorrow so things could happen quickly.

โ€œLife moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.โ€ โ€“ Ferris Bueller.

Stick with me my blog reading friends, we have a change of plans. Two to four weeks of little walking or it will be a couple of months in a boot. I choose to rest, and what better place to rest than the Irish countryside. Iโ€™ll be there for three to four weeks, then weโ€™ll see whatโ€™s next. Heck, I already have an invitation from friends to meet them in Vienna and Iโ€™m definitely still planning on Norway. Regardless of the aches and pains, life is very good. Love living it.

Tomorrow is mostly travel: hotel to bus stop (car), Los Arcos to Logroรฑo (bus), Logroรฑo to Madrid (busโ€ฆ about 4.5 hours), and Uber to hotel. The flight to Dublin leaves Saturday morning.

Dora sent me this oneโ€ฆ

I do believe that I will. Canโ€™t wait!

Sermon: Great Vigil

Photo by zhang kaiyv on Unsplash

The words of the Exsultet, โ€œThis is the night, whenโ€ฆโ€

This is the night when the Church attempts to read all of Holy Scripture in one sitting.

This is the night when the choir and organist threaten to go on strike if I add one more piece of music.

This is the night when the parish administrator double-dog dares me to make one more change to the bulletin.

This is the night when the congregation asks, โ€œAre we there yet?โ€

This is the night, the eve of our salvation when we enter into the darkness of the tomb and create a spark that becomes a flame that sets the whole world ablaze with the Light of Christ.  

This is the night when we baptize Nolan, and Crawford receives his first communion.

From the song, December, 1963, by Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons, โ€œO, what a night!โ€

Of all the liturgies throughout the church year, this is the highest and most grand. It is the culmination of all the other days and festivals, from the Incarnation to the Transfiguration to Good Friday to Easter. On this night, we remember all that God has done for His people, we give thanks for what He has done for us, and we celebrate the bringing into the Kingdom those new members who receive the cleansing that comes through Baptism and the participation of others in Christโ€™s body by becoming one with Jesus through receiving the Holy Sacrament. O, what a night.

Tonight is a reminder that we are not alone in this world. It is a reminder that the Church Triumphantโ€”those who have gone before usโ€”and the Chruch Militantโ€”we todayโ€”are bound together in love through baptism into Christโ€™s death and resurrection. That through Jesusโ€™ giving of Himself, we truly become one with Him and each other.

I will not be long-winded tonight because everything you see and hear is a sermon. So, Iโ€™ll encourage you to be one in Christ Jesus. So many things seek to divide us, but the bonds of love are stronger than any of these, and the only way those bonds can be severed is if we intentionally cut them ourselves. 

You are Christโ€™s one holy catholic and apostolic Church. Let us receive Nolan into our family through her baptism and then participate with Crawford in his first communion. O, what a night.

โ€œThe candidate for Holy Baptism will now be presented.โ€ BCP p.301.

Sermon: Easter Sunday 2024


Doc Pierre decided that he wanted to get into the ranching business, so he went out and purchased himself a bunch of cows and put them out on the pasture. He also knew he would need a bull, so he called up one of his hands, Olโ€™ Boudreaux, and gave him the plan. 

โ€œBoudreaux,โ€ he says, โ€œIโ€™m going out to find the bull. Once Iโ€™ve purchased one, you hook the trailer to that pick โ€˜em up truck of yours and come fetch it.โ€

โ€œHow will I know?โ€ Bou asks.

Doc Pierre says, โ€œIโ€™ll send a telegram,โ€ and it was all set.

Doc Pierre goes out searching for the bull with $5,000 in his pocket. He finds one for exactly $5,000. Hoping to lower the price, he asks the rancher if that is the best offer. โ€œWell, I suppose I could let it go for $4,999.โ€ Doc Pierre thinks itโ€™s a good deal and takes him up on it. Then, he heads to Western Union to send the telegram to Boudreaux, but it is there that he learns itโ€™ll cost him $1 per word, and all heโ€™s got left is a $1. He thinks on it a moment, then writes out a one-word message to Boudreaux.

The telegraph operator looks at it questioningly, then back up to Doc Pierre. Doc Pierre nods in understanding and explains, โ€œBoudreaux donโ€™t read so good, so heโ€™ll have to sound it out first. Heโ€™ll get the message.โ€ The telegraph operator said OK and sent the one-word telegram: โ€œComfortable.โ€

About an hour later, Boudreaux showed up with the pick โ€˜em up truck and trailer.

Doc Pierre sent, โ€œComfortable,โ€ and Boudreaux had to sound it out, โ€œCome.. forโ€ฆ daโ€ฆ bull.โ€

Have you heard of response latency? It is defined as โ€œThe interval of time elapsing between a stimulus and a response.โ€ (Source) You may not have heard of it, but you may have just experienced it. I told you what I hoped was a good joke, and hopefully, you laughed! However, there was a short period of time between the punch line and you getting the joke and laughing. The time between is the response latency. It is the time when you have all the necessary information, but not quite yet understanding. It is the time leading up to a moment of clarity or an โ€œAha!โ€ moment or epiphany. Response latency.

Our Gospel reading this morning tells us that Mary Magdalene went to the tomb of Jesus, found the stone rolled away, and ran back and told Peter and John. Hearing this, the two disciples take off. John outruns Peter and arrives first. John stands just outside the tomb, but Peterโ€”never really one for restraintโ€”goes barging in. After gaining his courage, John follows. There, they discover the linen shroud that had covered Jesusโ€™ body and the veil that had been over his face, but the body of Jesus is not there. 

The image on the front of your bulletin depicts the scene. The painting St. John and St. Peter at Christโ€™s Tomb (c.1640) is by the Italian artist Giovanni Francesco Romanelli. Peter, on the left, is pointing at the shroud and seems to be staring off, trying to understand, but for John,  the response latency is ending. The pieces are falling into place. It is like he is holding up his hands to tell Peter to be quiet so that he can think. The reading tells us that the disciple whom Jesus loved, John, โ€œsaw and believed.โ€ Romanelli captured that moment.

The reading then tells us that the two returned home, but Mary, who must have followed behind the footrace, remained. She leaned into the tomb and saw and spoke to the angels, then turning, she saw the gardener, not knowing it was Jesus. 

Now, this is an interpretation on my part, but the gardener was there all along, watching. Maybe he was out of sight, or maybe, in all the excitement and rushing about, all three saw him but more or less dismissed him. Either way, I believe the gardener, Jesus, was there watching this entire scene unfold. And I believe Jesus anxiously anticipated the end of Johnโ€™s response latency when all the pieces came together. When they did, Jesus smiled and said to Himself, โ€œThatโ€™s my boy.โ€ Working behind Johnโ€™s understanding is Godโ€™s grace.

St. John later tells us, โ€œWe love because he first loved usโ€ (1 John 4:19), and St. Paul tells us, โ€œFor by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of Godโ€ (Ephesians 2:8). Believing in Jesus is a graceโ€”a gift from God. Jesus anxiously anticipated all the pieces falling together for John to believe, but the reason this could happen for John was because God first loved Johnโ€”Godโ€™s grace was given to John so that he might believe.

Today, we are the ones standing in the tomb. We are the ones seeing the shroud and other linen. Like John, we have all the teachings of the Prophets and all the words and deeds of Jesus at our disposal. In addition, we have the teachings of the Apostles, the Saints, and the Church. We have all the information. Question: have they fallen into place for you, or are you still in that time of response latency? If yes, if theyโ€™ve fallen into place, then have a passion for souls and pray that others may receive the light of the Gospel. If not, then pray for Godโ€™s grace, so that He might give you understanding.

โ€œEarly on the first day of the week, while it was still dark,โ€ and before Mary Magdalene arrived at the tomb, Jesus rose from the deadโ€”He is โ€œthe firstborn from the dead.โ€ (Colossians 1:18) He did this out of His great love for us and accomplished it so that you and I might also be given eternal life with Him. 

This is your first day of the week. The empty tomb is before you. Pray that all the pieces, all the information falls into place and that Godโ€™s grace pours out upon you that you might believe and live.

In 1917, the Virgin Mary appeared six times to three young children near Fatima, Portugal. On the second appearance, she gave them a prayer that she asked to be added to the end of each decade of the Rosary. Whether you pray the Rosary or not, it is a prayer worth learning. It is known as the Fatima Prayer.

Let us pray: โ€œOh, my Jesus, forgive us our sins. Save us from the fires of Hell and lead all souls to Heaven, especially those in most need of Thy mercy. Amen.โ€

Sermon: Holy Saturday

Christ’s Descent into Limbo by Andrea Mantegna and studio, c. 1470

Jesus โ€œdid not count equality with God a thing to be grasped. He emptied himself freely accepting death on a cross.โ€ So, if Jesus died, where is He on this day? You know the words of the Creed: โ€œHe suffered under Pontius Pilate, crucified, died, and was buried. He descended into hell.โ€ Thatโ€™s why this Church seems so strangely empty. The one for whom it was built, whose presence draws us on Sunday, is not here. 

Crucified, he died and was buried; he descended into hell. Nineteenth-century Methodists removed that portion of the Creed, claiming it unbiblical. But itโ€™s not. The First Epistle of Peter speaks of Christโ€™s descent into hell, called by the Church โ€œThe Harrowing of Hell.โ€ Harrowing is a military term meaning to “make predatory raids or incursions.โ€ Therefore, after Christโ€™s burial yesterday and through today, Satanโ€™s territory is being invaded by the One who yesterday died upon the cross.

Following His death, when he breathed his last, Jesus descended to hell. Having preached to us, the living, he descended to the dead and is there proclaiming the Good News to those who lived and died before his coming. 

It is inconceivable that only those who lived during Jesus’s time and afterward would benefit from the salvation He brought to the world, and all those who died before His coming would be excluded from that salvation. So, everyone who died before He came, all the way back to Adam and Eve, had the opportunity to receive His word of salvation.

He is there, doing what He does so well: preaching, teaching, touching, relentlessly seeking, persuading, inviting, healing, and announcing God’s love and mercy. As the Psalmist says, โ€œThou wilt not leave my soul in hell.โ€ Even Byzantine art depicts Jesus in the jaws of hell, giving a hand to those who had died, lifting them out of the darkness.

And though He is down there and, therefore, not here, there is something to be said to those of us He has temporarily left behindโ€”Because I am there, descended into the deadly darkness, confronting the enemy on the enemyโ€™s turf, you have hope. 

If He is there, literally fighting for the souls in Hell, then we can know with all certainty that there is no darkness, sorrow, or pain we can experience that His loving presence cannot enter into. If He is willing and able to risk it all, to wade deep into the death we so fear and avoid, then what might He risk for us? 

Do you remember the stories Jesus told about God and the kingdom of Heavenโ€”the good Shepherd who forever seeks the one lost sheep, the faithful father who awaits the return of the one lost son, and the relentless woman who does not rest until she finds the one coin? Jesus meant those things when He said them. He is willing to fight for our souls today and for the righteous souls who departed this world before His first coming.

On that first Saturday before the resurrection, the disciples, Mary, and the rest mourned the loss of their Savior, but He had not truly left them. He had only gone to continue His Fatherโ€™s work.

Sermon: Good Friday


Pilate said to the Jews, โ€œHere is your King!โ€ They cried out, โ€œAway with him! Away with him! Crucify him!โ€ Pilate asked them, โ€œShall I crucify your King?โ€ The chief priests answered, โ€œWe have no king but the emperor.โ€  So the soldiers took him to be crucified.  It took Jesus six hours to die; then he breathed his last.

All this time, the people were gathered around or passing by.  Yes, there were a few followers, but mostly, it was the soldiers, the religious leaders, and those who had called out, โ€œCrucify him!โ€  Thomas ร  Kempis describes this mass of unbelievers:

โ€œLike mad dogs they huddled together to attack your innocence. With their mouths they barked like dogs, they gnashed their teeth like lions, and with their tongues they hissed like snakes. They cursed with their lips and their faces they turned into sneers; they clapped with their hands, their feet danced, and their hearts rejoiced, all because they saw you nailed to a Crossโ€”one whom they did not want to see die without first being mocked and jeered. Those who passed by shook their heads like crazed, drunken men, and filled with bitterness, arrogance, and ill will, they shouted: Ah, there’s the man who destroys God’s Temple and rebuilds it in three days.โ€ (On the Passion of Christ: According to the Four Evangelists, p. 91)

Creation itself shuddered and wept at the crucifixion of Our Lord, but those gathered around gawked, laughed, insulted, cheered.  All creation wept, but those passing by may have given a quick glance, but they didnโ€™t linger, too afraid to be caught up in these upheavals.  All creation wept, but his clothes they gambled for were worth more than his life.  All creation wept, but for a few still gathered at his feetโ€”who listened for one last word, who desired one last touch, who refused to let go, even when all appeared lost and without hope.  

On that day, two very distinct groups gathered around the cross. Today, those same two groups exist. Be a part of the smaller oneโ€”those listening and desiring a touch from the King of Heaven. Christ is upon the cross. Be one who is still hoping.