“Unjust Desserts”

Homily for the Third Sunday in Lent  23 March 2025
Episcopal Parish of All Saints - Ashmont, Dorchester, Massachusetts
The Rev’d John R. Clarke, Interim Rector

“The Lord has not dealt with us according to our sins.” Psalm 103:10

A visit to the morgue. Our guides? The Simpsons’ astronomically wealthy Montgomery Burns and his personal assistant, Smithers.

Wandering among the cadavers, Mr. Burns oozes, “Ah, nothing lifts my spirits like shopping. Let’s see, Smithers. I’ll take his liver … a case of Adam’s apples … and that motorcyclist’s mustache.”

“Oh,” Smithers gushes, “the money you’ve contributed to anti-helmet laws has really paid off, sir.”

“Well,” Mr. Burns sniffs, “young people are my future.”

A body parts shopping spree. Funny? Yes. Far-fetched? Not if you’ve ever spoken to futurist Paul Saffo.

Saffo, who bills himself as a “technology forecaster,” believes that in the future, the super-rich — rich enough to grow their own replacement organs — may evolve into a separate species altogether from the rest of us.

With a future like that out-of-reach for the likes of you and me, you have to ask, “Is life fair?” Or, more to the point (because … church!), “Is God fair?”

That’s the question critics put to Jesus as they file late-breaking news about a bloody massacre: True to form, Roman Governor Pontius Pilate has slaughtered key political opponents of his ― a cabal of Galilean rebels ― as they were worshiping in the Temple. “Their own blood mingled with the blood of their sacrifices!” the critics charge. “Jesus, do you think this sacrilege is right?”

Of course, it’s a trap. They’re trying to get Jesus to come down on the side of the rebels vs. the Roman occupiers, trying to get Jesus to say,“It was wrong for the Romans to do that.” An answer like that would put Jesus squarely in the sights of the authorities.

But, Jesus deflects by reframing the question, basically asking, “What do you think is fair?”

That is, Jesus challenges a view of justice wildly popular in his time and, sadly, still alive-and-kicking in ours. It’s called “retributive justice.” It goes like this: “Bad things don’t happen to good people. If the Galilean rebels met up with tragedy ― if they were massacred — even by the perfidious Romans — they must have done something morally reprehensible to deserve it.”

Or updated to just about any natural disaster you can imagine: Hurricanes? Tornadoes? Earthquake and fire? To the conspiracy du jour set, they’re God’s punishment for letting trans persons use the bathrooms of their gender choice. Yep, if you’re not keen on science, you can always blame the LGBTQs when your house slips into the ocean.

Now, if that’s your take on justice, you have to conclude two things (for sure) about God: God makes bad things happen to bad people … only! And good things happen to good people … only! Why? Because God is keeping score.

But, Jesus counters, “That ... just … isn’t … true. Because if fairness — justice — is a matter of getting what you deserve, what about people who happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time? Take those 18 people killed when the Tower of Siloam collapsed awhile back.” (It must have been a horrific disaster.) “Can you honestly say,” Jesus presses, “each of them did something bad to deserve that kind of death? ... because, in one way or another, you’re all guilty of something ... and you’re all still standing. Pure survival isn’t a measure of how good you are!”

That’s because, Jesus points out, God has nothing to do with the arbitrary nature of life, a take Jesus files elsewhere under Meteorology 101. “Rain? Sun? Good people? Bad people? Weather — just like being in the wrong place at the wrong time — happens. ‘Stuff’ happens.”

And in one stroke, Jesus sounds the death knell of retributive justice.

But what does he replace it with?

For that, we have to look beyond this episode to the trajectory of Jesus’ ministry, which echoes the question raised by the prophet Micah: “What does the Lord require? Do justice, love kindness, walk humbly with your God.”

Put another way, Jesus frames justice as fair treatment. To the delight of Good News-loving and Good News-needing people everywhere, it’s the “equity” part of DEI (Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion). Meaning: It’s not about what we deserve as good or bad people, but what we and each of our neighbors are owed as persons created in God’s image.

So, if you’re down on diversity, equity, and inclusion — especially equity — Jesus would like a word.

Now, if you take away retributive justice — an eye-for-an-eye — does that mean fair treatment is soft on crime? Does that mean people aren’t held accountable? No. Fair treatment means also providing, in criminal situations, redress to the victim … because, what is the victim owed? Redress, justice.

It also means preventing a perp from victimizing others — by incarceration, if need be — because all those others out in the community — the rest of us — are owed life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

So, the way Jesus lives it, in God’s book, everyone is owed fair treatment … from playground to mall … from church to City Hall ... border to border ... sea to sea. That’s God’s agenda. And consequently, the agenda Jesus gives us to complete.

For example …

Are we treating everyone fairly when we give whopping tax cuts to multi-billionaires and robber barons, while struggling families and seniors face the prospect of life-endangering cuts to Social Security and Medicaid?

Are we treating everyone fairly when some of our neighbors’ votes get counted … while others’ don’t?

Are we treating everyone fairly when ours is the only industrialized nation in the world without a system of affordable universal healthcare? I mean, FWIW Jesus provided healthcare free of charge.

Are we treating everyone fairly when some of our immigrant neighbors are arrested, jailed, and deported without benefit of due process?

Bottomline: If God’s justice requires treating everyone fairly, given the dire straits so many of our neighbors find themselves in, it means this Lent and beyond, expanding our sense and our practice of fairness.

If that’s the case — and it is — as followers of Jesus, the burden is now upon each of us to be all the more fair ... all the more kind ... all the more just ... just like Jesus.

Amen. 

“Heading for Trouble”

Homily for the Second Sunday in Lent  16 March 2025

Episcopal Parish of All Saints - Ashmont, Dorchester, Massachusetts

The Rev’d John R. Clarke, Interim Rector

Some Pharisees came to Jesus and said, “Get away from here, for Herod wants to kill you.”

Tricky situation: Eyewitnesses to injustice lack the nerve to speak up. What are the consequences?

Take this photo:

A sunny spring morning 1942 — a Sunday morning — on Eutérpestraat in Amsterdam, an area populated mostly by Jewish refugees from Nazi Germany.

Marching down the center of the street, 36 people — 36 Jews — dressed in everyday hats and coats, head in the direction of the headquarters of the SD, the Nazi Security Police.

On their left, in front of the group, a German solider armed with what appears to be a machine gun.

But there are others on Eutérpestraat this morning heading in the same direction: A cluster of five people. And then, behind them, a well-dressed couple calmly strolling to church. One or two turn their heads in the direction of their neighbors in the middle of the street.

NYT photo critic Errol Morris asks, “It all looks so neat and orderly. Do those people on the sidewalk know what’s happening?”

Yes. At least that’s what sociologist Diane Wolf suggests. In Beyond Anne Frank, she writes:

Holland did quite well on the Nazi report card: Even Holocaust architect Adolph Eichmann is reported to have said, “It was a pleasure to do business with them.”

“A pleasure to do business with them.” That’s what people who have an interest in exterminating Jesus might say about the Pharisees. Is it so hard to imagine the High Priest Caiaphas and his colleagues or Herod Antipas (who provided a Final Solution to the John the Baptist problem) saying of Jesus’ most vocal critics, the Pharisees, “It was a pleasure to do business with them”?

And yet, who leaks news about a credible plot against Jesus as he heads from Galilee to his date with destiny in Jerusalem? A group of Pharisees — Pharisees! — the people we love to loathe. The “whitèd-sepulcher” Pharisees.

And yet they have the moral edge over those people on the sidewalk on Eutérpestraat, because at least these Pharisees — against all the odds we’ve come to expect — act. They warn Jesus: “Get away from here. Herod wants to kill you.”

That moral edge. What is it? Courage. The virtue of courage. In the face of what they perceive to be a gross injustice, these unlikeliest of whistleblowers have the courage to speak up — at great personal risk — to save the life of a fellow human being from Herod’s political killing machine.

But what exactly is courage?

Courage is the virtue we exercise when we’re in a jam — or see our neighbor in a jam — and we have to make a gut-choice. Courage is doing what you have to do. Doing what what we have to do.

It’s like Jesus saying, as he takes in the Pharisees’ credible warning, “I must be on my way. I have to be on my way, because it is impossible for a prophet to be killed here, outside of Jerusalem.”

But Jesus’ intent to move on beyond Herod’s grasp doesn’t diminish the Pharisees’ courage in raising the alarm.

That’s because courage is a cause-and-effect virtue. It’s a response to a threat. A situation (a cause) triggers courage (the effect).

For instance: Did any of the Pharisees wake up that morning and say, “You know, today I’m going to be courageous”? I doubt it!

But the Law for them looms large, and they get wind of a threat to a person the Law defines as their neighbor. Result? They make a gut choice to push Jesus out of harm’s way.

I think, then, we should give these Pharisees credit as they stood on the sidewalk watching Jesus headed for imminent extermination. I think we should give them credit for jumping off the sidewalk and body-blocking Jesus: “Herod wants to kill you. Run!”

So, if these Pharisees — unlike those calm churchgoers on Amsterdam’s Eutérpestraat — model for us the virtue of courage, what would they tell us about how we get it? How do we learn to do what we have to do?

Preparedness. We can’t do what we have to do if we don’t know who we are. We can’t do what we have to do if we don’t have core values and deeply-held convictions. They’re what courageous people access in threatening situations: in spontaneous emergencies ― when, say, a mother rushes into a burning building to save her children … and in long-term threatening situations, like the real-and-present danger of authoritarianism — Fascism — in this country.

¿An example of acting on core values? Admiral Mike Mullen, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff — a few years back, when he urged the Senate Armed Services Committee to dismantle the homophobic policy of “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” when repeal looked like a pipe dream.

As Admiral Mullen tweeted after his testimony: “Allowing [gay people] to serve openly [in our Armed Forces] is the right thing to do.”

“The right thing to do.” That is the vocabulary of courage. Like those Pharisees … prepped to stand up ... to resist ... to do the right thing. And eager to help each of us up our “courage” game this Lent by challenging us to answer what may be life-or-death questions ... or basic questions of Christian backbone and human decency. Questions like:

§  What work does each of us have to do — now — to prepare ourselves to act with courage ― in a split-second, in an emergency ― when a neighbor’s safety is clearly in jeopardy?

§  What work do we have to do — now — to prepare ourselves to act with courage in less high-risk situations, like standing up to bullies or ill-informed or just plain bigoted people who, in our presence or on social media, make racist, sexist, or homophobic comments?

§  Who are people at risk God calls us to be in active, hands-on solidarity with (let’s say, immigrants and pro-democracy resistors)?

§  Baseline: Do we know who we are? Do we know what we have to do? What, for each of us, is the “right” thing that reflects the hard truth: silence, appeasement, and denial are not options. They are not the mind of Christ.

Yes, hard questions. But as unlikely as it seems, our neighbors the Pharisees show us how to exercise courage, because they made a choice to be personally responsible for the life of their neighbor Jesus.

And perhaps Jesus, as he goes on his way, might be heard to say, “Those Pharisees? You know, it was a pleasure to do business with them!”

Amen.

“Why Should the Mice Get All the Good Tunes?”

Why should the mice get all the good tunes? Well, one of them. Take the mice in Babe, the fantastic pig epic, and its sequel, Babe: Pig in the City. The tune? For some, the most nettlesome earworm of all time: the 70’s pop hit “If I Had Words,” itself a re-working of the so-called ‘Symphonic Hymn,’ from Saint-Saëns’ Symphony No. 3 in C Minor. For those in the back, that’s the one with the organ blast near the end.

Now, that portion of the symphony may be called a hymn, but, as majestic as it is, you’d be hard-pressed to come across it in mainline English language hymnals. I found a lone link online to “O Lord, I love you, my shield, my tower.” If you know the music, try singing that first line and already, there’s a problem. As we used to say, the emPHAsis is on the wrong syl-LA-ble. We’ll ignore the fact that the text is utter drivel.

Why, then, aren’t there more texts set to this tune? It’s the meter (9.9.9.9 or 9.10.9.10, depending on how you deal with two eighth notes in the second and fourth lines of each stanza). Go to the back of your average hymnal and check under Metrical List of Tunes. If your hymnal collection is like mine, you won’t find one single 9.9.9.9 or 9.10.9.10 tune. And that’s a shame. I mean, the tune is iconic in its hymniness.

So, I’ve given it a shot. To while away the longeurs of my occasionally aimless retired life, I’ve been contending with John Mason Neale (1818-1866) and some of his creakier metrical translations of medieval Office hymns and the like. While it merits an assist from F. Bland Tucker et al. for “O Lord, Most High, eternal King” (#221, 1982 Hymnal), Neale’s now-dated take on Aeterne Rex altissime has been on my mind. I believe the original deserves a new look to match the high tone of the ‘Symphonic Hymn.’ Linked here is my translation paired with my adaptation of Saint-Saëns for congregational singing. (I’ve created another version for choir and organ that more closely hews to the original symphonic finale.) While intended for Ascension, it might work well on Christ the King or Easter.

Be aware that an aspect of that new look is nonetheless retro. Read: I haven’t eliminated sovereignty language. A lot of my other translation and adaptation work does, so, please, call off the hounds. This time around, Aeterne Rex altissime (“Eternal King most high”) is what it is.

'Amazing Grace' revisited

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread, so here goes: Absolutely sick to death of 'Amazing Grace' ... to the tune of New Britain, that is. Sick. To. Death. And if you're going to suggest, as an alternative, the tawdry crack-up of John Newton's text paired with 'The House of the Rising Sun' -- yes, hard to believe that was a thing back when I had shoulder-length hair and sported Nehru shirts -- save your breath. The Newton text is in Common Meter, so there are a gazillion options to choose from. Since my Boston Camerata days, I've been more than fond of Southern Harmony tunes. Here I've paired the text with Dove of Peace. You're welcome.

“It’s Now or Never”

Homily for the Fourth Sunday of Advent  22 December 2019

Trinity Episcopal Church, Topsfield, Massachusetts

The Rev’d John R. Clarke, Bridge Priest

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.”

No need to Google it. Everyone knows that’s St. Nick’s parting shot from “‘Twas the Night Before Christmas.”

Now, it’s not quite the “night before Christmas,” but with under three shopping days remaining, it’s now or never if we’re going to wade into this whole “Merry Christmas” vs. “Happy Holidays” mess everyone with an axe to grind has their knickers in a twist about.

So, as we lurch inexorably toward the Christmas meltdown, just how are you going to extend greetings of the season?

St. Nick’s all-points "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night"? Slim it down and you get “Merry Christmas!”

Or do we expand our best wishes for the season to be more inclusive? Something like “Happy Holidays”?

Well, if you choose the “Merry Christmas” option, it all depends on what you mean … how you mean it … and to whom you say it.

That requires getting into motives — maybe even agendas — when we express best wishes of the season in stores, at the mall, at the post office, here in the parish, among friends, among strangers ... total strangers.

Read: How likely are you to be the perpetrator in an incident like the one outside a Phoenix, Arizona Walmart a few seasons back?

Salvation Army volunteer Kristina Vindiola was doing what the Salvation Army folks do this time of year. She was ringing a bell and had a red kettle prepped to receive donations to fund the Salvation Army’s charitable work: feeding the poor … caring for the lonely … clothing people down on their luck. In other words, helping our neighbors who have fallen into the cracks.

Truth-in-advertising: This isn’t a plug for the Salvation Army. I’m not at all keen on their anti-LGBTQ stances. No, not at all. Your mileage may vary.

Nevertheless, clanging her bell and staffing her kettle, Kristina Vindiola wished a passerby “Happy Holidays!” The woman reeled around and snarled, “You’re supposed to say, ‘Merry Christmas!’” And no-sooner-than-you-can-say, “Blessed are the peacemakers,” she hauls off and slugs Vindiola, knocking her to the ground.

Triggering the question: On a scale of 1 to 10, how likely are you to be charged with assault-and-battery if someone wishes you “Happy Holidays” instead of “Merry Christmas”?

Because this incident has me just gobsmacked. I’m wondering why “Merry Christmas” is such a sacred cow — you might even say, idol — to some people.

So, I’ve done a quick survey of news stories, blogs, and what passes for critical thinking by the pundits on Fox yelling the loudest this season of peace, love, and joy.

And my admittedly unscientific survey suggests three possible meanings behind the greeting “Merry Christmas”: political … commercial … and Christ-centered.

First, “Merry Christmas” as politics.

What does that sound like? It begins with the president boasting, “Thanks to me, you can now say ‘Merry Christmas’ again.” I can’t tell you what that even means, but I do know it plays funny with the Constitution.

Reality: This is nothing less than a skirmish in the so-called “War on Christmas” or, “War on Christianity.” It’s an utter fabrication. It has absolutely nothing at all to do with religion. And everything to do with politics and ginning up the base.

Proof? No one — least of all the government — has parked a tank on the parish lawn. Trust me. It’s the sort of thing you notice.

And those stories you hear about Nativity crèches being banned from public buildings? For the life of me, I can’t think what they’re doing there in the first place.

Do we erect crucifixes on Statehouse property on Good Friday? Statues of Buddha on Buddha’s birthday? Or Krishna’s. Or the Mormons’ Joseph Smith?

More to the point: Would you want your heard-earned tax dollars used to clutter up public property with symbols of sects you don’t believe in … or religions you consider downright heretical, even satanic?

Meaning: What’s under attack isn’t Christianity. What’s under attack is privilege — privilege bestowed by the accidents of history.

That’s because some of these folks who’ve had it pretty good since 1776 are feeling a loss of privilege: the perceived right of some to clobber all with their brand of Christianity.

It seems, however, Jesus has a few things to say about privilege, like, “The last shall be first, and the first shall be last.”

And what Jesus has to say on this score has everything to do with how we say “Merry Christmas” and to whom.

For example, to those who communicate an in-your-face “Merry Christmas” — bullying total strangers, I ask, “Where ― in that ― is Jesus … Jesus, who suffered and died at the hands of bullies?”

What, then, about the commercial meaning of “Merry Christmas”?

Factoid: Except for the crèche ― courtesy of mild-mannered St. Francis of Assisi ― and St. Nicholas ― now a bleached bloviation of the olive-complected fourth-century Bishop of Myra (in present-day Turkey) … and except for a smattering of carols and chorales, just about all the trappings we have of Christmas today are the products of 19^th and 20^th century merchandising.

In other words, “Merry Christmas” means good business.

So, I have a problem when sales personnel are ordered to wish customers, “Merry Christmas.” Because all I’m hearing is “Fa-la-la-la-la! Ka-ching, ka-ching!”

But all is not lost. Plotting a course through the minefield of “Merry-Christmas” as bad politics and good business, a lot of people — and I mean a lot — have been circulating on social media the “Happy Holidays Meme.” It’s gone viral because the optics are good and the sentiment appears to make so much sense.

The optics: It’s a JPEG of a sheet of paper torn from a legal pad. The text is handwritten in block letters, a different rainbow color for each statement:

I don’t understand what the big deal is.

If you’re Jewish, wish me “Happy Hanukkah.”

If you’re Christian, wish me “Merry Christmas.”

If you’re African-American, wish me “Joyous Kwanzaa.”

If you don’t prefer those, wish me “Happy Holidays.” I will not be offended. I will be thankful you took the time to say something nice to me.

Look, great sentiments. But there’s a problem: They don’t reflect Jesus’ idea of hospitality to strangers. And Jesus is where we’re coming from, at least.

That is, the meme puts the focus on the disposition of the greeter (let’s say, a salesperson). “If you, salesperson, are Jewish … if you are Christian … if you are African-American and so on … wish me, the customer ….”

So, I’d like to flip it to shift the focus from the greeter to the person being greeted. That is, from the customer's point of view:

If you can tell I’m an observant Jew, wish me “Happy Hanukkah.”

If you can tell I’m a follower of Jesus, wish me “Merry Christmas.”

If you know I celebrate Kwanzaa, wish me “Joyous Kwanzaa.”

In the absence of any other data? Wish me “Happy Holidays.”

And if you don’t wish me anything … who … cares?!! Life is too short to shorten it further by carrying around a chip on your shoulder!

Because the point isn’t politics. It isn’t sales revenues. For us — as followers of Jesus — it’s funneling all our energy into Jesus’ take on Christmas … Jesus’ take on any holiday, any day:

If you can tell I’m hungry, give me food.
If you can tell I’m thirsty, give me something to drink.
If you can tell I’m a stranger, welcome me.
If you can tell I’m shy a warm coat in the shivering cold, give me clothing.
If you can tell I’m sick, help me get well.
If I’m in prison, visit me.

Bottom line: Nothing. Else. Matters … when we mean what we believe: “God bless us … everyone!”

Amen.

"Crazy for Castanets"

Homily for the Feast of Christ the King  24 November 2019

St John’s Episcopal Church, Gloucester, Massachusetts

The Rev’d John R. Clarke, Guest Celebrant and Preacher

And the people stood by, watching.  Luke 23:35a

Sometimes, you’ve got no choice. Ask Gene Kelly and Cyd Charisse in “Singin’ in the Rain.” Sometimes you “g-o-o-o-o-tta dance.”

Proof? I’m not sure Teresa of Ávila could hold a candle to Cyd Charisse, but one gray day in the bone-chilling cold of her unheated convent — during the one hour she allowed the sisters to gather for recreation — Teresa shocked the life out of every last one of them.

Without introduction, without warning, without so much as a “5-6-7-8,” Teresa leaps to her feet, grabs her castanets from the far reaches of her habit, and launches into a “Dancing with the Stars”-worthy flamenco.

The look on the other nuns’ faces? “Well, that was unexpected!” Teresa’s defense? “Some days, you’ve got to do something to make life bearable!”

“You’ve got to do something. Someone has got to do something … to make life bearable!” Certainly, that was on the minds of those who eye-witnessed Jesus — victimized Jesus — being led to Jerusalem’s “killing field,” nailed to the cross, and hoisted high for maximum and prolonged murderous effect.

Given the injustice of the whole affair, who among us, looking on, wouldn’t be thinking, “Someone has got to do something”? That someone being God. Surely God would intervene. God would have to do something.

But that “something” did not materialize that day. And — that day — hard reality prevailed. The power of the State was just too strong for ordinary people — paralyzed by grief, shock, and despair — to mount organized resistance.

Result? Luke tells us: “The people stood by, watching.”

And we’re now caught in a similar, standing-by, watching moment. What are we standing-by, watching?

Newly-released data: A record number of migrant children held in US government custody over the past 12 months: 69,550. Enough infants, toddlers, kids, and teens to overflow the typical NFL stadium, putting each of those children at risk of long-term physical and emotional damage. A hate crime by any measure.

Other hate crimes: According to a report released by the FBI two weeks ago, an alarming 12 percent uptick in hate crimes involving violence for 2018. Driving the surge? Domestic terrorism linked to white supremacist activity.

Digging deeper:

A nearly 14 percent increase in hate crimes against Latinos in 2018.

An 18 percent increase in anti-LGBTQ hate crimes.

27 percent of all hate crimes in 2018 — the largest share among all categories — motivated by anti-black bias.

And, given base-baiting, extremist rhetoric from the highest office in the land, it’s not surprising that reported hate crimes motivated by religious bias accounted for 20 percent. Of those incidents, the lion’s share — 57.8 percent — were anti-Jewish, with anti-Islamic (anti-Muslim) a distant — but no less troubling — 14.5 percent.

Looking at these numbers — and the upward trajectory of these numbers — is it unreasonable for our Jewish and Muslim neighbors, for immigrants, women, and LGBTQ persons to suspect that in the next 12 months conditions — for them — for many of us — may become unbearable?

Leading us to side with Teresa of Ávila: “Some days, you’ve got to do something to make life bearable.”

Or, as Elie Wiesel said (and he knew a thing or two about standing up for a victimized neighbor): “We must take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented.”

Supporting factoid: Neutrality was never Jesus’ strong suit. Jesus took sides. Jesus’ project was a study in dissent. Nonviolent dissent … with the exception of his attack against exploitation by the religious-political apparatus, when he targeted the moneychangers in the Temple. Yes, three words come to mind: Out. Of. Control. But, it could be argued that was more street theater than a cruisin’-for-a-bruisin’ riot.

Pushing us to conclude: As followers of Jesus — Jesus, who relentlessly advocated for the rights of our neighbors — we have no other option than to resist. We have no other option than to resist nonviolently when our neighbors’ well-being, freedom, and rights are threatened. Standing by and watching is not an option now because when we sing “Lift every voice and sing till earth and heaven ring, ring with the harmonies of liberty,” we ain’t just whistlin’ “Dixie”!

Read: Against those who are turning bigotry into action, for followers of Jesus, activism is the answer.

Now, we don’t have castanets (or my hunch is most of us don’t). But we do have awareness, frustration, anger … and opportunity. What then, will we do? What will you do?

Well, where can you push back — in real time — in the moment — to overcome bigotry, racism, misogyny, and homophobia?

This Thursday is Thanksgiving, but it always applies: When a bloviating uncle (or whoever) — in the throes of alcoholic euphoria — makes degrading comments about a minority or women (like profiles-in-courage Marie Yovanovitch and Fiona Hill), push back … with respect, but firmly. Don’t let the swipe slide. Call it what it is: racism, sexism, homophobia, anti-Semitism, anti-Muslim bigotry … whatever fits. Name it. Name where you stand — and this is key — as a follower of Jesus. Do something!

But if that sounds like a bridge too far — maybe you’re afraid of curdling the gravy, I dunno —  here’s another way to frame it … from the lips of Jesus, who said famously: “Just as you did it — gave me food when I was hungry … something to drink when I was thirsty … gave me clothing when I was naked … took care of me when I was sick … visited me when I was incarcerated — just as you did it to one of the least of these who are members of my family, you did it to me.”

Consider, then, a member of Jesus’ family — a neighbor — who might say:

I’m an illegal immigrant. ICE agents tell me they’re going to tear me away from my children, who were born here. They’re Dreamers. Is this what it means to “Make America Great Again”? I’m Jesus. Do something. Make my life bearable.

Or: I’m a Muslim-American woman in Walmart. Someone is shouting, “Go back to where you came from.” I’m Jesus. Do something. Make my life bearable.

I’m a transgender person. My neighbors throw rocks at my house as they drive by at night: “Freak, we don’t want your kind here.” I’m Jesus. Do something. Make my life bearable.

I’m a parent worried that each day I send my child off to school, she’ll become another statistic in this country’s fevered obsession with guns-guns-guns. I’m Jesus. Do something. Make my life bearable.

Each and every one a neighbor pleading with us not to stand by and watch … but to do something … neither hedging nor passing the buck … but in very real, generous and daring and brave ways … in real time … making things good-better-best for real people.

… because Captain Jean-Luc Picard and the crew of the Starship Enterprise got it right and proved the Borg wrong: Resistance isn’t futile.

Bottomline: Lobby. Cajole. Blog. Tweet. Stand up. Speak out. Push back. Donate. Vote. Resist. Resist. Resist. Do something to make life bearable!

Amen.

“To boldly go.”

Homily for the Feast of St Peter & St Paul                            24 June 2018
The Rev’d John R. Clarke, Rector

Eternal light, shine in our hearts. Eternal hope, lift up our eyes. Eternal power, be our support. Eternal wisdom, make us wise. Amen.

Derrick Johnson. Not a household name, but he aims to be one in the next decade or so, right up there with Christopher Columbus, Lewis and Clark, Neil Armstrong, and Buzz Aldrin.How? Johnson ─ along with about 200,000 others ─ has applied to be among the first cohort of humans not only to land on Mars, but to build a permanent, self-sustaining colony on the dusty hulk.

The name of the mission? Mars One. “One,” as in one-way. Yes, the privately-funded mission aims to launch the successful applicants into space, land them on Mars, and attempt to keep them alive for the length of their natural lives.

One-way. Exponentially cheaper than a round-trip.

That means Mars One has lots of critics. For example: Can it really be done on the shoe-string budget planned, they ask? Is it ethical? Is it a scam?

Let’s say it’s all on the up-and-up. Would you do it? Would you sign up for a one-way trip into the history books via Mars?

I suppose it would depend on a lot of factors: What you want to do with the rest of your life. The ties that bind (spouse, family, friends). The lure of fame or the gravitational pull of going boldly where no one has gone before.

A one-way, no-exit enterprise raises questions like that.

That’s why Derrick Johnson is beginning to get cold feet. That’s because ─ what else? ─ love. Johnson, now 32, wasn’t in love when he first applied for Mars One. Back then, he thought he would never fall in love, never find the “one.” But love ─ earth-bound Jonathan ─ has found Mars-bound Derrick Johnson. Aw-w-w-w-k-ward.

And now, in light of a love he never saw coming … in light of a law he never saw coming ─ equal marriage in all 50 states, thanks to five fair and forward-thinking justices on the Supreme Court almost three years ago to the day ─ in the event he makes the final Mars One cut, Derrick Johnson has to decide what he really, really wants to do with the rest of his life … what he really, really has to do.

In other words, while Johnson hasn’t yet resolved his dilemma, he’s discovered that bumping into the future ─ in his case, two competing futures ─ has a way of changing your life … changing your mind … changing the course of just about everything.

That’s Jesus’ point when he asks Peter once ─ twice ─ three times, “Peter, do you love me?” hitched once ─ twice ─ three times to Jesus’ invitation, “Follow me.” Why the repetition? It’s Jesus’ way of saying, “Follow me: It’s a one-way mission. What, then, do you want? What do you have to do?”

Peter doesn’t quite know what to think of the question. From where he stands, the future looks pretty good. The trauma of Good Friday is far, far behind him. He has just realized the perfect day: caught a mother lode of fish … on a glassy sea … dug into a steaming breakfast … on a pebbled shore … with each and every one of his best friends in the world. And with Jesus … alive once more!

Now, not all our tomorrows end in gloom-and-doom. I mean, sure, we don’t get out alive. But getting there isn’t necessarily a steady drumbeat of gloom-and-doom. Just the same, where will a one-way future lead Peter? Because, according to Jesus, all this, too, shall pass. “When you grow old,” Jesus suggests, “you will stretch out your hands, Peter ─ searching and unsteady ─ and someone else (a captor) will restrain you with a leather strap and drag you into a future not on your bucket list.” Destination, as it turned out? Death on a cross, like Jesus. Only, for Peter, hung upside down.

Of course, at this point, Peter doesn’t know the specifics of his less-than-rosy future, pushing him to determine, “What do I really, really want to do with the rest of my life? What do I have to do?”

It’s a question no less urgent for Paul, whose witness, ministry, and martyrdom we also commemorate today.

When we first meet Paul, the world is his oyster: Inquisitor-in-Chief commissioned to stamp out the early Christian sect. Stamp out any vestige of Christians. Period. And he’s very good at it ─ killing them, that is, without pity, without regret. With fanatical efficiency. Zero tolerance.

But if his victims are anything like the deacon Stephen — whose stoning Paul supervised … Stephen, who knew what he had to do and, even as life escaped him, prayed, “Lord do not hold this sin against them” ─ this prelude-to-holocaust must have taken its toll on Paul, eroded his confidence, challenged him to look at his victims as neighbor. Because he, too, soon comes to a point in his life ─ that point being the road to Damascus ─ Damascus, where he hoped to launch even more mayhem on the Christians there ─ Paul comes to the point where he must determine what he really, really wants to do with the rest of his life. What does he really, really has to do.

And being confronted by Jesus in a vision on that Damascus Road, as Paul describes it, that thoroughfare becomes a one-way wormhole into the future, because Paul knows that others will rise up to take his place to persecute ─ annihilate ─ him (the fresh-minted follower of Christ), as he has done to Christians. Hoisted on his own petard.

And so, like Peter, Paul chooses the costly one-way mission Jesus offers him.

The urgency of a one-way future, then, pushes each of us to ask: What do we really, really want to do with the rest of our life? What do we really, really have to do?

For example, it’s been a whiplash week for the victims of the Administration’s determination to halt the flow of immigrants across our southern border, engineering what one advisor has called a “final solution” … by scapegoating … by whipping up the base with a fiction: that the immigrants are murderers and rapists. If you can’t build a wall, erect a lie.

The whole situation is a bloody mess, with no one quite sure what the President’s executive order — reversing his earlier policy to separate children from parents criminally-charged for crossing the border — means.

Good news: Newly-charged immigrants won’t get their kids ripped out of their arms.

Bad news: They (the entire family) will be held indefinitely — and illegally — likely in our burgeoning internment-camp system.

Worse news: There’s no plan in place to reunite with their parents the roughly 2300 kids and infants already detained, triggering a crisis of soul-searching: What do we really want to do with the rest of their lives … lives condemned, at this point, to a future irreparably-scarred by the trauma of separation and no-end-in-sight incarceration? What do we have to do?

As followers of Jesus, then, we’ve got a problem. We believe that God dreams of a one-way future for each and all that’s designed to expand: Expand justice. Expand human dignity. Expand equality.

Factoid: This isn’t “fake news.” The prophet Micah himself describes that future: “Do justice. Love kindness. Walk humbly" — one step in front of the other into the future — "with God.”

Bonus factoid: That expansive future isn’t in God’s hands, despite what you were taught in Sunday School. That future is in our hands.

In other words, God’s justice didn’t come to a dead stop with the signing of that executive order banning future separation of kids from their parents. God’s justice will expand when we decide that we want what God wants: just and humane treatment for all families, especially families with their backs up against a wall of unimaginable violence in their home villages and neighborhoods.

God’s justice didn’t come to a dead stop with taking down Confederate flags and monuments to racism, relegating them to museums. God’s justice expands when we decide that we want what God wants:  the elimination of racism altogether, once and for all.

God’s justice didn’t come to a dead stop when equal marriage became the Law of the Land.  God’s justice will expand when, in the spirit of all Jesus stands for, we decide to march and fight, resist and vote to end altogether — in each of the 50 states — discrimination against LGBTs in housing and hiring and bathroom use and the purchase of wedding cakes and the death-by-a-thousand cuts of everyday bias so many of us experience.

Taken altogether, that’s an agenda that includes checking in first with Jesus when we espy the one-way destiny of days ahead. Consulting with Jesus, then ... Jesus — just up ahead — who asks each of us, “What do you really, really, want to do with the rest of your life? What do you have to do? Read: Follow me.”

That’s a one-way adventure Jesus guarantees that we and each and every one of our neighbors — not one person left out — can all live with.

Amen.