You can stand or you can conduct

Patrick Walders Conductor

From the photo it looks like the guy in black, is standing listening to a female singer in a rather grand church.  Looks however can be deceiving. The guy in black is actually the extraordinary talented Dr Patrick Walders conducting one of the soloists during Sunday nights performance, by the San Diego State University Chamber Choir, of Gabriel Fauré’s Requiem at St. Paul’s Episcopal Cathedral in San Diego.

Lets be honest, the photo is flat.  All movement and energy has been removed.   You can’t see the energy that the people at the event saw.  You miss the fact that the conductor used his arms, his stance, his facial expressions and much more to help lead the soloist in her performance.   The reality of being in the moment, being in the world was and is much different to what a snapshot could ever portray.

The picture made me think.   In my Christian life and ministry am I an observer or a conductor?   Do I stand by, steadfast in my faith, and watch the world and other people go about their lives all around me?  Or am I a conductor that uses my faith and translates it into action, helping, guiding, teaching, witnessing and most importantly serving?

I hope the later.

What about you?

The best part of my Easter day

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We were invited to our friends house for dinner,which itself was a blessing as our friend is recovering from brain surgery and we have much to give thanks for.   However, on the way there I stopped at a 7-eleven to buy dessert. On the way out as I headed towards my car I heard

Can you spare any change?

I remembered something that I had in my car.  I went to my boot (US=trunk) and fished out a ‘blessing-in-a-bag‘ kit.  I went back and gave the guy sitting on the floor the bag and just said

Happy Easter

he replied

God bless you

Indeed it was I who was truly blessed to share in this Holy moment.  As I pulled out of the parking lot he was already drinking the bottle of water and had a smile on his face.

The best part of Easter Day was seeing the face of the resurrected Lord sitting outside a 7-eleven.

Christ is Risen. Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! He is Risen indeed.

Are you ready to rumble? Maybe not………

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So we have made it through another season of Lent and Holy Week will soon fade into distant memory.  Tonight we waited in darkness and then cried out Alleluia and celebrated the first Eucharist of Easter.   The stone is rolled away, Christ is risen, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia.

Well that is all well and good for those of us who are at a point on our journey of faith to accept an empty tomb and a risen Lord.   But lets remember that it took the disciples time to accept and to believe.

So as we ring bells, fill our churches with fragrant flowers and celebrate, let us not forget those who still doubt.  Those who peep into the empty tomb and have questions.

Today should not belong to the exclusive believers club, it should be the day when the members of the exclusive believers club continue the hard work of living the Gospel of Love, meeting people on the road, and reaching out to those who have questions.

Happy WORKING Easter Day, may you share the blessings that you receive with those who need to receive.

 

 

Dr. Lee your TB skin test is positive

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Sorry for the dramatic headline and picture, but I bet that I got your attention!   Fear not, I was not surprised to be told that my Tuberculosis skin  test was positive because (1) I knew it would be (2) you did not have to be blind to miss the rather large red reaction to the test (3) I was vaccinated with the BCG vaccine when I was a teenager back in the UK (good job UK NHS for a particularly long lasting vaccine) and so I always test positive on the skin test and come back negative on the chest x-ray.

I had to have the TB test as part of my preparations for working with Episcopal Community Services (ECS) over the summer.  When I got to the testing clinic I asked if I could bypass the skin test and go straight to the chest x-ray.  I was told “Sorry sir, not possible, you have to take the skin test first”,”but it will come back positive – do you want to see my BCG scar on my arm?”,”no sir, I know you know it will come back positive but we still need to do the test”.  This conversation could have gone on for some time but I gave in and accepted the inevitable.    One injection and two day’s later I got my chest x-ray and all was good.   Talk about slow progress.

I’m learning that ministry can also be a slow process at times as well.   In a world where we constantly strive to achieve the next goal, to meet the tough deadline, to prove that we have achieved positive results the work of ministry, lay or ordained, can feel totally opposite to what we are used to.   This leads me to think, how do we measure success in our Christian life?   Surely it is more than ASA (Average Sunday Attendance), program statistics or even results of a parish survey (although all three of the former can provide very good pointer to how the church as an institution is doing).

I love the passage from Paul’s letter to the Romans (chaper 12, verse 2, NRSV):

Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your minds, so that you may discern what is the will of God—what is good and acceptable and perfect.

I also like the same verse but translated in the New Century Version bible:

Do not be shaped by this world; instead be changed within by a new way of thinking. Then you will be able to decide what God wants for you; you will know what is good and pleasing to him and what is perfect.

Do not be shaped by this world, be changed from within. 

As I travel down my formation path I am reminded that I must be open to a new way of thinking.

As all Christian’s prepare to enter Jerusalem on Sunday and walk with Jesus in the steps of Holy Week I pray that we are open to a new way of thinking, a new way of discovering what God is calling us to do today.

Sometimes that path with be straight and the journey fast.  Sometimes the path will be bendy and the journey slow.  Sometimes we may need to do the obvious to spread the Good News.  Sometimes we need reminding of what we are sure we already know.

Often, it will be hard to judge how well the journey is going but in the end, if we end up where God wants us to be then a little pain and redness is nothing to get too excited about.

 

Call to friendship: Memories of Mrs. Cliff

A lady came into my life over twenty years ago, three acts of kindness this past week reminded me of her.  

I wish I had a scanned photo of Mrs. Cliff but I don’t, if anyone from Bangor does please can you send  it to me.   Instead here is a picture of St. Jame’s Church in Bangor, the place where I met Mrs. Cliff and where I made the conscious decision to return to the Anglican Communion and ultimately the community that lit the fire under my vocational calling.

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Mrs. cliff.  It is many years since you passed away but your influence on me has never been forgotten.  Mrs. Cliff was generous in spirit, overflowing in her hospitality,  unbelievable in her support and steadfast in her faith.   A ninety year old lady who welcomed a young student into her life, showing interest, telling stories, feeding me (I was a student!), showing me love, and accepting me as I walked on the path of self discovery as a Christian, a gay man, a young man and an unsure pilgrim.   I remember her wise words, her stories, her support of me spending time with the Mar Thoma Church in India, her advice and most of all her friendship.

She often would say to me “I do not buy my friendship, I offer it freely”.

I may not show this but at times I get very worried.  My life is so busy, I am worried because I am a terrible friend.  In the past year there are people who I should have called, letters I should have written, beers I should have drank.  But life gets in the way.  That is no excuse.  Maybe a lent discipline for me should have been to contact 40 friends who I have neglected.

This past week, I was honored to experience at least three acts of friendship.

On Sunday we  had dinner with two good friends from church.   We had not been to their house before even though they had been there for about a year.   After a tasty dinner and catching up we took a walk around the neighborhood.  The four of us chatting, looking at houses, enjoying the place and the moment.  Thank you Matthew and Michelle.

On Monday I was invited out to lunch with a dear old friend who I have known ever since moving to San Diego.  We have been friends, he has been my co-worker, my boss.  At times I have wanted to hug him and shout at him!  We can go for quite a long period and not speak but when we get together it is always a joy.  Randy, thank you for a lovely lunch but even more importantly thank you for your enduring friendship and for making me laugh.  As I drove back to work, my thoughts centered on how you had made me smile

On Wednesday, I left work early (for me) and drove to San Diego State University to spend time with Patrick Walders, who had taken the School for Ministry Postulants and Auditors for a singing lesson last Saturday.   During our lesson I had said that I was due to lead Stations of the Cross on Friday night at the Cathedral and that I was scared about leading the singing part of the service.   Patrick insisted that I come and spend extra time with him to help me get over my nerves.  Patrick is a wonderful teacher and has a personality that makes you want to better yourself.  He could have taught the lesson the previous Saturday and sailed off into the sunset.  Instead he took the time to help me in the midst of his own busy schedule.

All of this makes me think.  How lucky I am to have friends who really care and who freely give their friendship.   Friendship does not need to be fancy or complicated.   Friendship is eternal.

Mrs. Cliff, I felt your hand grab me this morning as we were praying in church just like you always did many years ago.  Matthew, Michelle, Randy and Patrick – thank you for touching my life with your friendship this week.  To everyone in-between, in the past and in the future I pray that I will be a good friend to each and every one of you.

 

John 15:12-15 “This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends. You are my friends if you do what I command you. No longer do I call you servants, for the servant does not know what his master is doing; but I have called you friends, for all that I have heard from my Father I have made known to you.

 

Duck, Death and the Tulip

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I am doing one of my field placements at St. Timothy’s Episcopal Church, Rancho Penasquitos.  Today after the service was the monthly Philosophy for Kids & by Kids.  Each month Dr. Maria chooses a story and tells it to the kids (and their parents who always seem to enjoy the story as much as the kids).  After the story Maria leads a discussion with the kids about what the story meant, how its meaning can be applied to their lives etc…  Often a comment from one of the kids triggers many more comments from the parents.

This morning, we read Duck, Death and the Tulip by Wolf Erlbruch.   There was some concern before the session about how suitable a discussion on death would be for the kids.   As it turned out the kids were fine, but the adults were deep in thought and discussion.

Sometimes we shy away from hard questions and hard subjects and by doing so we do ourselves a major disservice.

When was the last time we talked to our loved ones about death?  what are we afraid off?  where do we stand with God and our thoughts on death?

Sometimes the thoughts of those much younger than us can teach us so much.

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A Throne and a Cross

 

In his book “Four Gospels, One Jesus? A Symbolic Reading” Richard A. Burridge says whilst discussing The Roar of the Lion – Mark’s Jesus :

James and John think the whole point discipleship is to get the best seats in heaven – not realizing that Jesus’ throne is to be a cross (Mk. 10.35-45).

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A throne is to be a cross – this can be a discomforting image to some people.

What is more shocking is when we do not manifest our faith to represent a throne as a cross.

Discomforting faith – hopefully found, when we challenge the world that we live in.

Remove the Mask

A sermon preached on Ash Wednesday at St. Paul’s Cathedral
Ash Wednesday / Year A (All Years) / Imposition of Ashes
Isaiah 58:1-12; 2 Corinthians 5:20b-6:10; Matthew 6:1-6,16-21; Psalm 103:8-14

 

davidfrost_130901_wgLate last year we learnt of the death of Sir. David Frost.   A well respected, admired and talented journalist and interviewer.  He was one of the few journalists who was well known on both sides of the Atlantic.  You may also have known that Sir David was the master of satire – hosting ‘This was the week that was’ first for the BBC in the United Kingdom and then for NBC in America.  But did you know that he was also a game show host.  From 1987 to 2008 he entertained the British public every week by snooping into famous people’s homes and asking the question “Who would live in a house like this?”.  The British public were hooked as they got to see famous people in a whole new light.   The game show was most entertaining when the real personality of the famous person was completely different to their public image.

In today’s Gospel reading, Matthew is likely, at least in part, writing for a Jewish audience.  The original readers of the Gospel would have been very used to the rituals of the temple and the need to be seen to be following the law.  The Hebrew Scriptures were full of rules that governed every aspect of life, from what you could do, what you could wear, to how you should worship.  Being seen to do the right thing was a crucial part of life.  But Jesus demands more.  Not more rules, not more regulations but he demands that his followers live their whole life as one who has been touched by the love of God.

So when Jesus say’s “Beware of practicing your piety before others in order to be seen by them; for then you have no reward from your Father in heaven” he is not so much saying do not do good works in public, but he is telling those first Gospel readers, and us today, Do good works, not for public recognition but because it is the right thing to do as a follower of Christ.   Do it not for the public but for what is real inside.

I must confess that at times I am guilty of having a public image that is not always exactly the same as the real me in private.   You may see me as a gentle soul, but I am a redhead, and I’ve been known to say the odd harsh word at home, unfortunately often to the person who I love most.  There are times when I have woken
up in the morning, and for whatever reason I have felt the need to put a public mask on.

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In the traditional opening of the second act of the Phantom ofthe Opera we are treated to an image of a grand a
nd marvelous masked ball.   The costumes are spectacular. The masks are so detailed that they hide the identity of each and every one of the party goers.   So much so that even the two managers of the opera do not recognize each other when they come face to face but look at each other from behind the mask.  In the midst of all of this hidden identity the chorus sing:

Masquerade! Paper faces on parade
Masquerade! Hide your face so the world will never find you
Masquerade! Every face a different shade
Masquerade! Look around, there’s another mask behind you.

Last night, in this very cathedral everyone was full of joy as we celebrated the Zydeco mass.  There was music, there was beads, there was dancing, there was fun, it was carnival, and there were masks.   We joyously followed the tradition of a feast before our observance of Lent starts.

But today, Ash Wednesday, we move into our season of Lent.   A season in which we engage in prayer and self-examination.  We are reminded that God had no need for masks.  He sees us for who we are, and in an instant he is able to peel back our masks and reveal our true nature.

God can see through our mask in an instant but often it takes longer for each and every one of us to remove our mask.  So maybe one of the things that we can do this Lent is to work towards taking our masks off.  To work at reconciling our outwardly public face with our inner heart and soul so that they both are filled with Christ’s love.

As we start on our Lenten practice.   As we move towards Jerusalem, journey towards the cross, we are all too some extent wearing a mask, we have a private and public.  As our journey continues I pray that we will align our lives to be one with Christ, to hand him our mask. So that we reveal to those around us that God is in us, in all that we do, in all that we are.

This Lenten discipline, to remove our mask and to align our life with God is something that we can do individually and as a church.  It involves asking important questions, questions that require an honest answer and a commitment to action.  Where is God in my life?  When I come to church he is here, but do I invite him to walk through that door with me as I leave here and go into the world?    The bible tells me to love thy neighbor as thy self.  I help the homeless, giving money and even volunteering at some events we have here at church, but what do I do when I complain to my neighbor about the noise that the kids across the street make when their mum leaves them at home to work the night shift?

(repeat) So that we reveal to those around us that God is in us, in all that we do, in all that we are.

So that when we give our alms of time, talent and money it is not for public reward but is because we feel called to share the gifts that we have been given.

So that when we pray, it is not just to be seen and to be heard but because we know that God hears and answers our prayers.

So that when we fast it is not just for ritual but to help us walk and focus on our journey of Lent.

The Good News is that God already knows what we are like without our mask and he loves us and accepts us already steadfast in that knowledge.

Sir David Frost was never happier than when his contestant wore a mask.  When the private was radically different to the public.    But Lent is no a game show.  We do not need to go through the keyhole.  We do not need a mask.  I pray that during this season of Lent, that when we walk with Christ fully reconciled to his love, that our true self shines through in all that we do and in all that we are.       Amen.

Movement and Change

A sermon preached at St. David’s Church, San Diego on the occasion of their 60 anniversary
on Sunday March 2nd 2014
Last Sunday After Epiphany / Year A / Eucharist
Exodus 24:12-18; 2 Peter 1:16-21; Matthew 17:1-9

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Diolch i chi am eich croeso y bore yma.  Thank you for your welcome this morning.   This special morning as you begin your 60th anniversary celebrations.  Yesterday, of course, was St. David’s Day and I have to confess that I am not Welsh I’m English but I did live in Wales for over ten years before moving to the United States.  In Wales, my home parish for much of the time was St. David’s in the diocese of Bangor, and so I do feel a special connection with you this morning. I also appreciate that you have even arranged a little bit of Welsh weather this morning.  I almost feel at home.

 Sixty years old, sixty years young.  During the last sixty years much has changed.  Recently I asked Phil Loveless to tell me a little about the history of the parish and how it is has changed.  He told me that this beautiful building was not the original building.  The parish started in a wooden structure that was filled with pews that were made by the first parishioners.  He also told me of how fire destroyed that building in 1991, a fire that ultimately led to this sanctuary being built.   The church building that we stand in today has changed as has the church that we belong to and the world that we live in.  Bay Park is no longer a new hosing estate, Eisenhower is no longer the President, women are no longer barred from becoming priests in our church.  Times have indeed changed and I am sure will continue to change in the future.

 Change is central to our readings today.   In our Old Testament lesson from Exodus, we see Moses leading the Israelites out of slavery in Egypt into the wilderness and towards the Promised Land.   It was a journey that would take many years.  It was a journey that would change the Israelites forever.  God called Moses to the top of Mount Sinai to receive the laws and the commandments that would hold this wandering nation together in the wilderness, as they learnt what it meant to have just one God that would care for all of their needs.   God called them to movement, God called them to change, God was present and His unconditional love was the glue that held a nation together throughout all of that change.

 Then in our Gospel reading we have Matthew’s account of the Transfiguration.   It is no coincidence that we have this reading today on the last Sunday before the start of Lent.   In the chapter before the reading we heard this morning Jesus predicts for the first time the Passion Story.   For the first time Jesus tells the disciples that he must go to Jerusalem and undergo great suffering at the hands of the elders and chief priests and scribes, and He starts to teach them that He must be killed so that on the third day He can be risen from the dead.     And so when Peter acknowledges Jesus as the Messiah, he is also acknowledging him as the suffering son of the Living God.   Matthew is telling us that change must come to transform the suffering into the joy of eternal life through the resurrected Christ.

 Now I don’t know about you but if I was Peter that would be a lot to comprehend and take in.  He acknowledges that Jesus is the Messiah and the next thing that Jesus does is start predicting and teaching about suffering and how he must die and then be raised to life from death.  In the midst of all of this Jesus uses the transfiguration to strengthen Peter, and James and John.  He takes them up a mountain.  Symbolically to a place between heaven and earth.  Then He is transfigured before them.  His face shines, His appearance changes.  Moses and Elijah, the great leader and the great prophet appear and talk with Jesus.  To Peter, a Jew, the appearance of these two great figures cemented his belief that Jesus truly was the messiah and confirmed Jesus’ authority.

 But hold on.  Through human eyes and human understanding this scene would have been impossible for Peter to comprehend.  What was happening before his eyes?  How could he, or James or John explain how the appearance of a person standing in front of them suddenly changed, where did this bright light come from, for that matter where did these other two figures come from.  People don’t just appear at the top of a mountain.  But Peter, James and John had more than just human eyes and human understanding.  They had faith.   Faith that in God, anything and everything is possible.

 If the transfiguration and the appearance of Moses and Elijah were not enough to completely convince Peter of who Jesus really was God himself directly intervenes and says to Peter, James and John.  “This is my Son, the Beloved; with Him I am well pleased; listen to Him!” “listen to Him”.

 By now, those three disciples are shaking in their boots, they are on the ground, so what does Jesus do?  He does what he always does best – he reaches out and touches them personally and reassures them, “Do not be afraid”.  But there is no time to rest the journey towards Jerusalem and ultimately to the cross is about to begin.  It is time to come down from the mountain and get moving.  The journey continues, change must happen before the kingdom of God can become more complete.

 What does this mean to us today?   What does it mean for you both as individuals and as a parish as you reflect and celebrate the last sixty years and look forward to the next sixty years?

 I hope that this next bit by now is no surprise.   I’d like to suggest to you that Jesus is calling you to a ministry of movement and of change.   Of course, some aspects of this is very obvious, you are in the process of discerning who your next rector will be.  Change will happen.  But I invite you to think in other ways to.   If you were to take Jesus on an anniversary walk through the neighborhood today what would He see?   As you walk with Him on the road that goes under interstate 5 and you pass a homeless brother or sister, would you walk on by? Or would you stop and invite them into a conversation with Jesus?

 If you invited Jesus to coffee hour here at St. David’s what would take His interest?  Maybe He would sit and help sew one of the quilt squares that you make to send to support our troops serving overseas.   Maybe if it were a Friday He would share a joke with people at the Gray Brigade.  Maybe he would sit right over there and ask what more can we do to spread the gospel of Love.    Maybe he would stand right here and say get a move on and go change the world.

 Go change the world.  That is a tall order.  But change does not always have to be something big.  St. David achieved a great deal in his life.  He is remembered a spiritual leader who founded a monastic tradition and established many communities and churches.  He inspired a nation.   History records that on the Sunday before St. David died he preached a sermon.  In that sermon he said “Be joyful, and keep your faith and your creed, and do the little things that you have seen me do and heard about”.  “Do the little things”.

 One of my lasting memories of my time in Wales is centered on St. David’s Day.   There is a road, a dual carriageway that stretches from Chester in the north to Caergybi / Holyhead in the west. The road hugs the north wales coastline for most of its length and is one of the most beautiful drives in the world.   But just when you think that the drive cannot get any more scenic or beautiful a change happens.  It happens once a year at the start of spring.   It is happening now, it always happens around St. David’s Day.  The center divide between the carriageways is full of daffodils and almost overnight what was once just a green stem burst into an oasis of color – from bud into full bloom.   As you drive down the road all you see for miles upon miles are thousands of beautiful yellow flowers.  A simple act of spring results in an amazing change.  And that is exactly the model that we can us for the mission work of the church.   Simple small acts can affect change which can lead to amazing results.   But just like the transfiguration and Peter.  If we rely only on human eyes and human understanding then the work of Christ, the mission work of the church can seem daunting, frightening and even beyond understanding.    We must always put our faith in Christ.   We must constantly strive to hear God’s voice as we discern what he is calling us to do in the world.   We must reach out our hands to Jesus so that we can let him guide our way.

 As you move into your next sixty years I pray that you will continue your movement in spreading of Christ’s Gospel of love and justice.  As individuals, as a parish and as part of the worldwide church.  I pray that you will hold St. David close to your hearts and in the little things that you do, change for good, will come about.  The Good News is, that even when that movement and change may seem scary or uncertain that God will be with you just as he was for Moses and Peter.  Journey with Jesus.  “Be joyful, and keep your faith and your creed, and do the little things that you have seen me do and heard about”.

Orientation



Today was the orientation day at the new School for Ministry. The faculty for the courses are amazing and training locally is going to center our formation in the context in which we will serve. I’m very honored to be in the inaugural class and very grateful for all of the hard work and vision (over the last few years) that has gone into making the school possible.