Homily: St. Paul’s – Advent 2

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Comfort, comfort ye my people … a voice cries in the wilderness (Isaiah)

a prophet speaks to us as only a prophet can:

… all people are grass … see our God comes with might … to be their shepherd

Then in Mark’s version of the gospel, we take a quick step from the Old Testament prophets right into the New Testament:

John the baptizer appeared in the wilderness, proclaiming a baptism of repentance for the forgiveness of sins … He proclaimed, “The one who is more powerful than I is coming after me; I am not worthy to stoop down and untie the thong of his sandals.

John the Baptist

I once got to hear John the Baptist speak. Well, not really John the Baptist. It may have been more like Jeremiah. Well, I’m not sure but in appearance and in his voice he was nothing if not an Old Testament prophet, walking right into a church auditorium in Pueblo, Colorado, ca. 1977.

His name was William McNamara. A Carmelite priest, following in the tradition of St. Teresa of Avila and St. John of the Cross of 500 years ago, he was traveling the country trying to spread the word of what would be his life-long message. That contemplation and mysticism was available to everyone – not just to some elite group of super-hero-Christians.

I think McNamara must have known that he looked and sounded “like” one of the prophets. From the moment he spoke I somehow knew that he knew (in the biblical sense) of the fiery passionate presence of God that Moses himself knew.

I frequently refer to McNamara when I am visiting churches that have an exuberant “giving of the peace” the way you do here at St. Paul’s. He tells the story in one of his early books about the introduction of the peace in the 70’s. He said e.g. there was the church where everyone stood up and greeted one another, [that was ok with him] then they got out of their pews and greeting people near them [that was ok with him] then they greeted everyone in the building [that was ok with him] then they went outside and continued the peace out there. He decided that wasn’t ok with him. He thought that they missed the point of the peace then.

They were passionate, but passionate about greeting one another and not about celebrating the presence of the living God – who might come in power and glory at any moment, catching them unawares.

William McNamara

William McNamara, also known as Abba Willie, was one of the most influential spiritual writers and mystics of the 21st century. … died at 5:50 p.m. on Tuesday, March 31, 2015, after a long period of illness. He was 89 years old.

The website devoted to his memory says that it is dedicated to McNamara’s unique brand of “earthy mysticism,” a soaring, Christian-based spirituality that nevertheless is inspired by such down-to-earth, life-affirming, passionate figures as Zorba the Greek.

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Some years after I was first exposed to McNamara I had a lesson from one of my first spiritual directors. He helped me to see that I was probably more of a Zorba wannabe than an actual passionate figure like Zorba.

Whether I was looking on in admiration or yearning for something I could never be, I recognized in this person the voice of one able to summon the presence of God into our midst.

He was acting in the tradition of Thomas Merton re. mysticism for everyone.

“The mystic is not a special kind of person; every person is a special kind of mystic.” (from the opening of Earthy Mysticism.

To my students I repeat 5-6 times a definition: “Mysticism is the experience of the sacred in every day life.” Some of them get it. Most of them do not.

not exotic someone with weird dress and language

subtitle of the book he had just published “Spirituality for a bored society”

bored is not where we are now … rather stimulated 24/7
as if what we did in the 80’s to our “boredom” was to find every new ways to be entertained and distracted

loss of passion he would say leads to boredom. What the world – or as he corrects himself several times – he is not really preaching to others, he is preaching to himself – the best, only kind of preaching – what he needs is more passion not less.

the great heroes of faith, the saints, the mystics, were not passionless but profoundly passionate folk.
John the Baptist could have played it safe and not preached directly against the sinfulness of the rulers of his day. It might have saved him his head. But he was passionate in his love for God.

Everyday Mysticism

We are meant to hear the prophetic voice at the beginning of Advent

Anthony deMello wrote many years ago, at the beginning of one of his books:

Spirituality means waking up. Most people, even though they don’t know it, are asleep. They’re born asleep, they live asleep, they marry in their sleep, they breed children in their sleep, they die in their sleep without ever waking up. They never understand the loveliness and the beauty of this thing that we call human existence. You know, all mystics -Catholic, Christian, non-Christian, no matter what their theology, no matter what their religion – are unanimous on one thing: that all is well, all is well. Though everything is a mess, all is well. Strange paradox, to be sure. But, tragically, most people never get to see that all is well because they are asleep. They are having a nightmare.link

Dec. 10 in the Episcopal Calendar is Thomas Merton

He died on this date in 1968. I was privileged to spend almost a month with a colleague and friend of his in the mountains of Wyoming.

Some of you might say – camping in the wilderness, ugh - others might say, – camping in the wilderness, oh how wonderful

In either case, the call of Merton as with all the prophets, is addressed to all of us at any time, in any place, “Come into the presence of the living God.”

“What the World needs now”

What the world needs now is love sweet love,
Its the only thing that there’s just to little of,
What the world needs now is love sweet love,
No, not just for some but for everyone,
Lord we don’t need another mountain,
There are mountains and hillsides,
Enough to climb

There are oceans and rivers,
Enough to cross, enough to last till the end of time,
What the world needs now is love sweet love,
Its the only thing that there’s just to little of,
What the world needs now is love sweet love,
No, not just for some but for everyone,
Lord, we don’t need another meadow,
There are cornfields and wheat fields,
Enough to grow

There are oceans, and rivers, sunbeams, & moonbeams, … are there enough of them? Have we seen them with the eyes of love?

Our world hums on just fine. It’s heating up at an ever greater pace and will hardly notice when we’ve destroyed the home we grew up in.

The oceans and rivers don’t flow and wave with love. They do it without love or passion. Love and Passion, mystical passion, is our bailwick – our kuleana

Kuleana is a uniquely Hawaiian value and practice which is loosely translated to mean “responsibility.” The word kuleana refers to a reciprocal relationship between the person who is responsible, and the thing which they are responsible for.

For example, Hawaiians have a kuleana to our land: to care for it and to respect it, and in return, our land has the kuleana to feed, shelter, and clothe us, through this relationship we maintain balance within society and with our natural environment.

One of the most significant things I have heard in my life in the church was said by Bp. Tutu. God has made us responsible for his reputation.

Another had to do with an understanding of baptism, what it meant to be a Christian and what that meant for our understanding of ordination. It was articulated by several bishops I knew in Northern Michigan. Baptism makes us part of the 1 body. The body ordains some to be symbols for the rest of us of what we are all supposed to be doing: being good stewards, forgiving, blessing, serving.

It is the kuleana of all of us to be passionate – profligate – with our love. Not the shallow feelings that are the stuff of too much of our lives. Certainly not the abuse that has passed for erotic love for too long. Passionate love like the great mystics have had: Elijah, Elizabeth of Hungary, Nicholas of Myra, Joan of Arc, Demond Tutu, Thomas Keating, Dorothy Day – the list is long. And none of them could be accused of being tepid with their love.

All of them have built up the reputation of the God whom they have bowed down to worship.

All of them are symbols for what the rest of us are to be about in our lives of compassion and courageous love for the world and the people we share this life with.

Conclusion

If we open our hearts to passionate love, if we have ears to hear and eyes to see, this Advent, we will hear the words of the prophets:

Wake up. Pay Attention. God’s reputation is in your hands now. And may God bless you as you go.

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Tuesday, December 19, 2017

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