May 31, 2026 Reflection by Larry DiCostanzo

Today is Trinity Sunday.  In fact, it is the 692d Trinity Sunday after the Feast was put on the calendar in 1334.  And since we’re counting, I think this is my third or fourth reflection for Trinity Sunday.  And each time the reflection gets shorter.  And I wonder if this is because the subject is getting simpler or I am getting dumber. 

Leaving my IQ aside, I don’t think the subject is getting simpler.  Trinity Sunday is kind of the Sunday to which the whole first half of the church year, from Advent through Pentecost, points.  And a lot is commemorated in that period.  There’s God the Father’s creation of the universe: Jesus’ gift of salvation; the presence of the Holy Spirit among us.  After all this, Trinity Sunday raises the question who exactly is our God.  No, the Trinity is definitely not a simple topic.

So, how do we approach the question of who our God is.  We don’t want to be presumptuous.  And we can’t pin down an answer.  But I think not getting an answer is the point.  The question will go on forever, and our attempts to understand will be bits and pieces of understanding.  The bits will come to us through Scripture, through contemplation.  And I don’t mean something fancy when I say contemplation.  I mean prayerfully thinking about what kind of person God is.

Today, I’m going to mention one of the bits and pieces:  This is how God looks at us and feels about us.  Since we are made in God’s image, we do have a little access to God’s feelings.  This means we can answer from our experiences and the experiences of the kinship between all of us here.

In his First Letter, John actually defines God.  He says that God is love.  (1 John 4:8).  In what follows this definition, John points out two other things.  The first thing are the events that we commemorate from Advent to Pentecost — the Creation, the Incarnation and Salvation, the activity of the Spirit.  The second thing that I think John wants us to know is that the structure of the universe is love, that this love became flesh so that we can live or abide in God, and that the Spirit is our witness to this.  (1 John 4:7-16)

So, let’s take the abstract word “Love” and give it content, that is, let’s give it some down-to-earth reality by dragging it down to the level of our experiences.  In other words, let’s put ourselves in God’s shoes.  And let’s put God in our shoes.

So I thought of three examples, and I am sure that you can think of others.  I think these examples will, I hope, show us what God is like and also let us feel a kind of intimacy with God.

First, the Bible has a huge arc.  Simply put, the arc is that God put us in Eden and has been working hard ever since to put us back there.  This is exactly the love that we have when we want others to be happy.  It is the love of gift giving at Christmas or whenever.  It is the parent’s and teacher’s love that wants us to grow up and be happy.  It is the child’s love that works for the well-being of the parent.  These are all the kind of love that wants others to be in Eden.  This is the same love that God has when the Bible says he wants to open Eden again for us, that he wants us to be happy. 

Here is another example. In the Letter to the Galatians, Saint Paul lists the fruits of the Holy Spirit.  These are really nice.  Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness, Generosity, Faithfulness, Gentleness, and Self-control.  (Galatians 5:22-23)  These are qualities that I think everybody wants to have.  They are the love that we give to our church kinship, to our co-workers, to the store clerk, the passerby on the sidewalk, the dog, and so on.  If we look back at the source of these fruits, we are looking at God because a giver of personal qualities like these fruits has to have these qualities himself.  God is certainly generous!  But he also has to be gentle and kind and patient.  He gives us what he has.  Let me give you the list of the fruits of the Spirit again:  Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness, Generosity, Faithfulness, Gentleness, and Self-control.

A third example comes from the world of sorrow.  Perhaps, someone beloved is ill or is no longer capable of thought or is angry with you.  He will not talk to you.  He will not acknowledge you.  He behaves in ways that ignore your wishes and hopes.  He contradicts you.  He has cut you off.  He even seems to hate you.  Yet, you still worry and fret and pray and phone.  You still try to talk.  That is, you still love.  And I think your love is the same love God has for the sinner or the person who ignores him or even despises him or the idea of him.  It is the love of the father in The Prodigal Son who runs out before his son reaches the door because his son has always been his mind and the father hangs out around the door.  God loves to the point that he is always hanging out at the door, always picking up the phone to make a call.  In a way, this love is the summation of the other two examples I gave.

So, in conclusion, if God is love as John writes, I think he is an awful lot like us and we are an awful lot like him.  It is because we both love, God first — I mean, he is the Creator — and then us.  For God it is one-hundred percent love.  For us, well, let’s say that frequently it is love.  Pick your own percentage. We can talk this over with God when we meet the Trinity face to face and no longer have to struggle with one of my reflections because we are seeing Love as in a glass darkly (1 Corinthians 13:12).

May 24, 2026 Sermon by The Reverend AnnaMarie Hoos

Acts 2:1-21, Psalm 104:25-29, 32, 1 Corinthians 12:3b-13, John 7:37-3

Amazed and astonished, the [crowd] asked, “Are not all these who are speaking Galileans? And how is it that we hear, each of us, in our own native language? …. in our own languages we hear them speaking about God’s deeds of power.”

Have you ever gone somewhere special for a big event? A place where crowds of strangers from all over the world are there with you? This year alone we have the World Cup here in North America, and events all over the country for the 250th anniversary of the Declaration of Independence. Events like this are hectic, and joyful, often hot and expensive, and there are usually long lines for the bathroom. I have fond memories of one New Year’s Eve in Times Square, and being in Jerusalem during Ramadan. In New York, I was confident that I was safe – I spoke the language, after all. Jerusalem was a little more unnerving – I spoke neither Hebrew nor Arabic, there were a lot of police and security barriers, the streets were narrow and crowded with worshippers. I remember one time I found myself in a narrow passageway near the Dome of the Rock, with worshippers rushing in the opposite direction I wanted to travel. I just had to wait, and trust I wasn’t lost. if someone around me had spoken English I would have been so relieved!

This, then, is the setting of our Acts reading today. A crowded city, Jewish believers from all over the Diaspora, gathered together, intent on prayer and celebration. And the disciples, still reeling a bit from Christ’s final words, and ascension. Waiting for something to happen. Wondering what comes next.

The author of Acts tells us the disciples “were all gathered together in one place,” probably to celebrate the Jewish feast of Shavuot, the Feast of Weeks. Pentecost, or “Pente-kosti”, in Greek, simply means “50th” – it’s been 50 days since Passover, 50 days since that great feast of sacrifice and salvation. Shavuot was originally a harvest festival, marking when you could harvest the first wheat. And, since all first-fruits belong to God, devout people made pilgrimage to the Jerusalem Temple, bringing loaves of bread made from that first, freshly-harvested wheat. Later, the feast became a time when the people remembered the covenant God made with Noah after the great Flood. Then, after the second Temple in Jerusalem was destroyed, the feast commemorated the Torah, when the people of God received the law of God, to direct and govern their lives. So – a feast day for receiving, and giving thanks. Amen! But also a day when we remember: it is God who directs our lives, and God is getting us ready to go to some unexpected places.

Think what it means that each of the disciples were speaking in different tongues. That everyone in the crowd – people from all over the Mediterranean world – could understand. The message of the gospel – God’s good news, shown in Jesus, was no longer going to be contained in Jerusalem, or Galilee, or even the cities across the Jordan River. It was time for the good news of the kingdom of God to spread to the whole world. Now people everywhere could hear about Jesus’s healing, compassion, and love. Now their hearts could be touched, and receive the Word of God, and have new life in Christ.

Now, I realize that, depending on how you were raised, this last bit of my sermon might sound pretty “evangelical.” And, in fact, I was raised evangelical. I actually wanted to be a missionary as a teenager; I even studied linguistics and foreign service in college. I read stories of missionaries who went to China and traveled into the rain forests of Ecuador and Papua New Guinea. After college, though, I left that kind of church, and over the years I learned to recognize the harms that western, colonial powers brought, alongside the gospel, over many centuries. But what I continue to be interested in is this question of language.

Communication and connection. What made the day of Pentecost remarkable was that the disciples and the people surrounding them could communicate. They could understand one another. And therefore they could enter into a relationship – with each other, and with God. The Holy Spirit gave them this moment of pure understanding, pure connection – a moment of the kingdom of heaven, here on earth.

Now, it doesn’t seem that this magical moment of linguistic understanding lasted beyond the day of Pentecost. The disciples didn’t instantly become polyglots, speaking all the languages of “Pontus and Asia, Phrygia and Pamphylia, Egypt and the parts of Libya belonging to Cyrene.” But they did come away with an experience of understanding, and being understood. Of connection and communication that leads to community. They came away from that day with the understanding that this was now their work to do. To connect. To communicate. And to build the kingdom of God.

Communication takes work. Anyone who has ever had a friend, or parent, or child, or neighbor, or co-worker, or boss or any relationship, really, knows that communicating takes work. Means getting quiet, so you can listen.

Means listening for what might not be said, means noticing emotions and trying to understand motivations, means wanting the other person to be happy and well, means finding common cause and looking for common ground. And that’s just communicating with the people around us in our day-to-day life! All of that before we try to address, say, the school board, or local politics, or the increasing polarization of our national politics.

Communication takes work. And it can only happen if we are willing to turn our minds – and our hearts – towards learning another language – the language of another person’s heart.

We all do this, sometimes out of necessity but also out of curiosity and even love. What language have you learned to speak, to connect, to be heard? How do you talk to your kids, even when they’re making you crazy? How do you communicate with your boss, or a co-worker whose help you need? What do you say – or not say – to your parents, now that you’re an adult? I learned about Pokemon and soccer for the kids at my last church; I speak differently about being a priest to people outside the church than I do to Episcopalians. And I don’t pick fights with my dad about our political differences because I love him. But I do talk with my parents about the issues that are important to me, like migrants and asylum seekers who are afraid, or my friends with trans kids who worry about getting gender affirming care. We can hear one another, because we love one another, and we’ve decided to use language in a way that keeps us connected.

We make these kinds of choices about speaking (or not speaking) out of love, or necessity, or care, or sometimes just to meet our own needs. But what about all the people and situations that we don’t think we “need” to communicate, or connect anymore?

In recent years, we’ve all become sorted by “the algorithm” into more and more separate bubbles of language. We no longer watch the same evening news broadcasts or read the same newspapers; we don’t listen to the same music on the radio or watch the same TV shows. One person gets Kpop and makeup tips in their Tiktok feed; another gets world war II documentaries and tips on grilling on Facebook; another gets quick healthy meals and yoga poses on Instagram. We watch what we want and scroll past what doesn’t interest us. We talk to whom we want and block anyone who irritates us. We no longer have to tolerate difference, or stay in the room when it gets uncomfortable. We are losing the ability, and even the desire to hear, and to speak, these other languages.

But this is not the way of the Spirit, who wants to blow through any barriers in our hearts. This is not the way of the gospel of Jesus, who showed us a life of communication, connection and love.

We are called to show God’s love to the whole world, not just the people around us who we already need and love. We are called to speak Jesus’ words of healing and justice and peace to our whole community, not keep that light for ourselves. The Holy Spirit wants to be blowing and flowing everywhere. Wants us to be connecting and communicating with people who are different from us. People we don’t think we share common ground. People we find challenging to listen to. People we are afraid won’t heart us. People we aren’t sure how to love.

But we are called to this holy work of connecting and communicating God’s love. Of listening and speaking with loving hearts. Of spreading the good news of God’s love everywhere, not just in our little algorithmic bubbles.

And we are blessed. We don’t have to do this on our own! We do it filled with the Holy Spirit. Filled with the confidence and boldness that God’s love is for everyone, and that the Spirit will give us the language we need to communicate it. If we open our hearts to learning to listen, and to speak, with spirit of Pentecost. Amen.

 

May 17, 2026 Sermon by The Reverend Jim Stickney

Do not leave us comfortless, but send us your Holy Spirit to strengthen us and exalt us to that place where our Savior Christ has gone before.

 

This phrase comes from our opening Collect this morning, and it points in two directions: looking ahead, it refers to next Sunday, the feast of Pentecost. But it also looks back to Ascension Thursday, exactly forty days after Easter.

When we recall Christ’s ascending from this earth, we’re marking a departure date. The Ascension of Jesus means that the person of Jesus Christ has gone from earth. We’re not completely abandoned. Next Sunday we’ll celebrate the coming of the Holy Spirit, who reminds us of all the teachings and the powerful deeds of Christ Jesus.

Next Sunday’s we’ll hear about the number of new Christians baptized that day, and when we do, recall the number of Christians present in today’s first reading. It’s not a large number, considering all the redeeming work that Christ Jesus did.

After all his teaching and healing and leading by example, those who remained after the experience of Easter were, St. Luke tells us, “about one hundred twenty persons.” 120 persons constitutes a small group, the size of many parish churches.

Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed people can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has. A sociologist, Margaret Mead wrote that.

Margaret Mead worked as a cultural anthropologist in Samoa, among other places. And in her own life, some of her ideas, shared with her small group of friends, did indeed change a lot of minds, and hearts as well — not without controversy!

To repeat her insight: Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed people can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has. Next Sunday, on Pentecost, we’ll see what became of that small group of 120 persons.

 

Do not leave us comfortless, but send us your Holy Spirit to strengthen us and exalt us to that place where our Savior Christ has gone before.

 

It’s worth pointing out that Jesus did not leave any organizational plans for a church. In fact, more than one theologian has made the ironic observation that “Jesus came preaching the reign of God, but what arrived instead was the Church!”

 To my mind that’s a little too cynical, as if the church were a human mistake and that God had something else in mind entirely. But my point is that Jesus didn’t give specific instructions on how human beings were to carry on his work.

So Peter and the other early church leaders figured out the church as they went along, not without heated disagreements about who’s in and who’s out — and how you tell. And you know, we’re still doing that two thousand years later, re-creating the church.

As I mentioned at the start of this sermon, Ascension marks a departure date. We cannot get to know the human Jesus in the same manner his first followers did. But the sacraments — especially the Eucharist we are about to celebrate — keep Christ’s presence lively for us — as individuals and as a community.

This day, this week, is full of potential. Recalling what is past, we can be looking for finding the love of God at work in new ways in our lives.

 

May 10, 2026 Reflection by Sandy Burnett

Good morning everyone, and Happy Mothers’ Day.

I think it’s kind of interesting that today’s most notable reading is the first one. Paul, who apparently didn’t write the misogynistic letters attributed to him, is preaching in one of the intellectual capitals of his world, a city dedicated to the goddess Athena. He is speaking to the council or court, that meets on the Areopagus — or Hills of Ares, the God of War — just a few hundred yards down the hill from the Acropolis.

According to the verses preceding the one we read today, Paul was concerned by the number of idols he saw in the city. Now, Athens, like most of the rest of Paul’s world, had been conquered by Rome, after being conquered by Sparta. Rome had become the political center of the world, but Athens was still considered a cultural and intellectual hub. Athena was the Goddess of wisdom, warcraft and handicraft. She was not a mother. The Romans called her Minerva.

When Paul said, “The God who made the world and everything in it . . . does not live in shrines made by human hands.” he was standing just below the magnificent Parthenon, which in those days was still fully intact and brightly painted. When he said, “we ought not to think that the deity is like gold, or silver, or stone, an image formed by the art and imagination of mortals,” he was a short walk from a 40-foot statue of Athena clad in ivory and gold, fashioned by Phidias, the most renowned sculptor of the Golden Age of Greece. For comparison, the nude statue that currently stands in front of the Ferry Building in San Francisco, is 45 feet tall.

Paul was an educated man who had been shown the sites of Athens. I think he was aware of his surroundings and his audience. He also was looking for common ground with the Athenians. In the past, he usually spoke to Jews, or Gentiles who were friendly with Jews, but this time, he was in a meeting space that had nothing to do with a synagogue. He was in a place that was – and is—still renowned for its public architecture, which has influenced the rest of us for thousands of years. He was looking for some other Greek idea that we all could share.

He grasped at the idea of the unknown god as the god who is everything. He also recognized that even some of the Greek poets and philosophers had talked about a single god who not only made everything and everyone, but also is a personal God for each of us. “’In him we live and move and have our being’ as even some of your own poets have said,” he tells them.

At the end of the chapter, we find that a lot of the audience didn’t buy Paul’s talk about Jesus’ resurrection, but some did, including a member of the council and a woman named Demaris. The idea that it was time to repent because the one God had raised a Jewish prophet from the dead in some backwater Roman province . . . .Well, that was a tough sell, especially for people who weren’t primed for a Messiah.

However, it was only about three hundred years later that the Roman world became the Christian world, largely due to the work of Paul and the Apostles, and idols were outlawed. We don’t know the final fate of the great statue of Athena but we have descriptions and copies. Of course, one person’s idol is another person’s is well, another person’s object of veneration.

And despite Paul’s belief that God doesn’t need temples and images, apparently, WE human beings do, because we keep building them. Christ the Redeemer in Rio de Janeiro is 124 feet tall. I think our need for shrines and images is one of the ways we humans try to connect with the vastness of our all-seeing, all-being God. We sing, we pray, and perhaps we carry a plastic pocket angel or a silver crucifix. It is one way, I think, for us to “search for God and perhaps grope for him and find him” as Paul says, “though he is not far from each one of us.” That one and only God may seem so distant, but we have only to look to find him next to us. 

As a child, I remember a song with the lyric, “the Father up above is looking down with love, so be careful little eyes what you see.” I don’t think I felt I needed another father keeping an eye on me. But as an adult, I came to lean on the presence of a holy one who stood with me through the ups and downs, most often silently, but there.

Amen.

May 3, 2026 Reflection by Margaret Doleman

Today’s gospel reading (John 14: 1-14) comes right after the long discourse in which Jesus tells his disciples some bad news: one of them will betray him. Jesus will be leaving them soon. Peter will deny him three times. In today’s reading, Jesus is reassuring the disciples that they will be all right and will be with him in the end. He also tells them that after he leaves, it will be up to them to do his work. As usual, they have a little trouble understanding what he says.

Imagine what they must have been feeling. Most of us, at some point, maybe several times in our lives, have made the transition from student or trainee to doing a job without constant supervision. It’s often a little scary, but imagine your teacher is Jesus and the job is bringing people to God. And maybe you hadn’t quite grasped that someday it would be your job.

Now he’s telling them that he’s leaving, but he’ll be back for them. Who wouldn’t be confused?

Jesus promises that he will prepare rooms, or dwelling places for his disciples in his Father’s house. We hear these verses often at memorial services, so it’s easy to imagine that he’s talking about personal luxury suites in the afterlife. But Jesus isn’t usually that literal, is he?

So what are those places? I was a literature major, and I’m capable of squeezing every drop of blood out of a metaphor. My favorite translation is “rooms”. A room is a contained space, can be large or small, might have a single purpose or many…. Well, you get the idea. What are the rooms that Jesus is preparing for his disciples, and by extension, for us?

My best guess is that the phrase points to the places in ourselves where faith dwells.

For me, that place feels like a room. The door is always open, in the sense that I believe I’m on the right path by trying to follow Jesus. But most of the time I don’t quite feel that I can get all the way in, to the space where I trust that I’m truly walking with Jesus.

This uncertainty reminds me of a line from the movie, “The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel”? It’s about some British senior citizens who answer an ad for a retirement hotel in India. When they arrive, they find it’s not quite the luxurious place they were promised. The owner tells them not to worry, because everything will be all right in the end. And if it’s not all right, it’s not the end.
I actually think that’s a pretty good philosophy. The trouble is, we’re not in a movie, where there will be a few tears and some laughs, and everything will be resolved in a couple of hours.

We’re in a real world where things are not all right at all. Even if we have enough faith to believe that it will get better, we can’t help feeling angry about what’s happening and fearful about what might happen next. I can’t help wondering, when will everything be all right?

Friday evening, I had a conversation with a neighbor who was justifying her failure to get to the demonstration that afternoon by the fact that it wouldn’t do any good, because the government doesn’t care what we do, it would just have been to make herself feel good.
I’ve thought a lot about that conversation. I wondered why I seem to feel less discouraged than she does.

And I realize, for me, it all comes back to faith. I really do believe that a better world is possible, and I feel a responsibility to do whatever I can, however small, to bring it about. Not to be silent in the face of evil. And I believe that if enough of us are out there, they’re going to have to start listening.

I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have the faith and the commitment to do it without the support of this community. This is the room where our collective faith dwells.

We know what happened to the disciples after their final meeting with Jesus. They did, in fact, do the work of Jesus. As we try to do, in the hope that everything will be all right in the end.

April 26, 2026 Reflection by Steve Hitchcock

Today is Good Shepherd Sunday.  Last week, it was the Road to Emmaus Sunday.

Today, after a brief detour last Sunday in Luke’s Gospel, we’re back to reading John’s Gospel.  In fact, in all three years of our lectionary cycle, throughout the seasons of Lent and Easter, almost all the Gospel readings are from John.

I could be wrong, but it seems like those who designed the lectionary felt John had something special to say about Jesus’ death and resurrection.  Perhaps they were hoping that, by hearing John’s Gospel, we might experience the Risen Christ in our lives.

That may be why, in all three years, the Fourth Sunday of Easter is Good Shepherd Sunday.  In years two and three, we will hear the verses that follow today’s reading, when Jesus keeps talking about the Good Shepherd.

Yet the point of today’s Gospel reading isn’t that Jesus is the Good Shepherd, nor is it that we are the lucky sheep.

Rather, today we are invited to hear and see the Risen Christ in our Eucharistic community – to see God’s new life at work in each other.  In this community, we experience and practice God’s love, the self-renewing love that literally flows and breathes into us from Jesus’ death and resurrection.

John’s Gospel tells us that Jesus uses the “Good Shepherd” as a figure of speech, an image field.  Jesus uses this figure of speech because he is talking to the Pharisees and Jews.

Our reading today is part of a larger section of John’s Gospel. In chapter 9, Jesus heals the man born blind from birth.  We heard this as the Gospel reading for the Fifth Sunday in Lent. 

But some Pharisees are upset that Jesus claims that this healing proves that he, Jesus, is from God. John’s first readers would see this point more clearly because the pool where Jesus sent the blind man to wash his eyes was called Siloam, the “sent one.”

In response, Jesus tells the Pharisees that they are blind.  They have refused to see that Jesus is the Light of the World.  In today’s reading, Jesus goes on to tell the Pharisees that they are the thieves and bandits who try to kill and destroy the sheep.

Here we need to say that the Pharisees and Jews in John’s Gospel are not those devout and respected lay religious people active at the time of Jesus.  Jesus and the Pharisees were, in one sense, on the same side.  The real enemies in Jesus’ time were the Romans – along with some co-opted religious leaders – who enforced a brutal occupation.

A better way to understand all this is to see that in John – and in Matthew, from which we’ve been reading in Year A – Pharisees and Jews are interchangeable, and they serve as stock characters who represent the central conflict in the drama (almost Greek-like) that John presents.

The purpose of all this is to encourage us to confess that we are the Pharisees and Jews.  We are blind from birth, and we hold on to the privilege of our ancestors.  We are prisoners of our upbringing, of our past experience, or nostalgia for the days our youth.

Because of our blindness, we have been exiled from the sheepfold.  The image from Psalm 23 recalls the great garden – Eden.  Adam and Eve were exiled from that garden. The people of Israel were exiled from Egypt and wandered in the wilderness. The Israelites and the Judeans were exiled by the Assyrians and Babylonians.  In Jesus’ day and in the days of John’s Gospel, they were exiled in their own country under Roman occupation.

Today, we too are exiled into an era of corruption and war, of cruelty and divisiveness.  We live in time of unending uncertainty and ceaseless anxiety. 

This passage from chapter 10 is, in a real sense, the gate that opens to the second half of John’s Gospel.  As we go out through the gate, following the Good Shepherd, we discover that we are following him to death – his own death and ours.  In the verses that following immediately, Jesus tells us that the good shepherd lays down his life – a foreshadowing of the crucifixion.

Then as Jesus leads us further, in chapter 11, we have the foreshadowing – a practice run, if you will – of the resurrection in the raising of Lazarus.  Here we have been led into green pastures, back to the garden of Eden.

Later, in chapter 20, we find ourselves with Mary – in another garden – where the Risen Christ calls her – and us – by name.  Then, later the same day, Jesus asks Thomas – and us – to put our hands in his wounds.  Jesus urges us to keep trusting what the Apostles and those after them tell us about this new life.

All of this is meant to take us out of our minds: we are being moved to hear, see, and touch the Risen Christ.

Right now, our heads are spinning and our hearts are racing.  We worry about the future, we re-live past events, and we struggle to respond to the violence and poverty that have been unleashed. 

Some of us – all of us? – get up in the morning determined to figure this out, do something to make it all better – or, at least, to not let all this “get to us.” 

But today’s Gospel promises us that as we hear Jesus’ voice, as we keep our eyes on focused on each other.  And then we realize that, alone, we can never figure all this out.  By ourselves, we can never make it better.  Left to own devices, what’s going on in the world will get to us.

The good news is that, when Jesus opens the gate and welcomes us into this new community, we are led into green pastures beside the still waters. 

In his account in of the feeding of the 5,000, John goes on for 71 verses.  Mark takes a mere 14 verses.  Only in John’s account do we hear there was lots of grass where the people were fed.  That’s the pasture where the Good Shepherd leads us.  In this Eucharistic community, there are huge cisterns of the best wine, gushing water, and an endless supply of the Bread of Life.

The gardens that surround our sanctuary here at the corner of Washington and Curtis are green and beautiful.  And, inside, this gathering today is lively and joyous.  Here we experience the abundant life

What makes our life together so abundant is not so much amount – we aren’t a large and wealthy gathering – but rather, as the Greek word for abundantly implies, our abundance something that happens over and over, again and again.  Week after week, we hear and speak, sing and pray – and again and again, we see God’s love at work among us.

Our first reading from Acts 2 says it best:

Those who had been baptized devoted themselves to the apostles’ teaching and fellowship, to the breaking of bread and the prayers.

Day by day, as they spent much time together in the temple, they broke bread at home and ate their food with glad and generous hearts, praising God and having the goodwill of all the people.

 

April 19, 2026 Sermon by The Reverend Linda McConnell

Easter Sunday was three weeks ago. Seems even longer. Time moves on and it moves fast.

But we are still celebrating! 50 days to celebrate the glorious reality of resurrection. And our gospel this morning takes place on Easter Sunday! On that same first day of the week that Mary Magdalene and the other women had gone to the tomb early in the morning to wrap Jesus’ dead body in herbs and spices – and found the tomb empty. It’s the same day that they rushed back to carry the news that Jesus was risen.

But now it’s later on that day, and two of Jesus’ followers are trudging home. They had gotten the women’s news, but it was nonsense to them. They walk the seven miles to Emmaus in grief, in shame, in profound disappointment. And the risen Christ comes from nowhere to walk alongside them. But they do not recognize him. They do not recognize him as he listens to them and helps them to re-frame that same story in God’s light. But even in their grief they do what disciples do – offer hospitality to this stranger. And it is in the midst of that hospitality, as the risen Christ takes the bread, blesses it, breaks it and offers it to them, that their eyes are opened. And they rush back, into the night, to run the seven miles back to Jerusalem, to share the amazing news.

I want to invite us this morning to back up from the joy and join them, as Jesus did, on that walk of shame and grief and anger and disappointment. Because honestly, it’s not a stretch to say, just as they said – “We had hoped…” and it’s not a stretch to tell our own stories of dashed dreams and disappointments.

When we see what the criminality of our own leadership, when we see what is happening in Iran, in Lebanon, in our own country, around the world, and possibly in personal challenges we are facing within our own lives and those of our loved ones, we are, currently experiencing deep disappointment, anger, grief – so many different and difficult emotions. And so it’s not a stretch to place ourselves alongside these dejected ones. We too are in their company.

“We had hoped….”

And Jesus in his brand new not even day-old resurrected body is not going to pull up beside us and re-frame things. In the Eucharist yes. In the experience of community, yes. In the revelation of God’s eternal power that comes upon us as we day by day continue to love and serve in equal measure all of God’s children, yes. But it helps to have a re-framing of reality from a powerful and current voice that commands world-wide attention.

And so, this morning I want to call on Pope Leo – who by God’s grace, is one of the current leading voices for the universal church and for the gospel of Jesus Christ, who is a mighty and beautiful and powerful voice for peace, and by the power of the Holy Spirit is an uncowed, unbowed American, speaking eternal truth to earthly power.

Here is what he shared for Easter – I’m bringing it to you because it shines so much light and hope into our world, and I hope into our personal lives as well.

Easter HOMILY OF POPE LEO XIV

St Peter’s Square Easter Sunday, 5 April 2026

Dear brothers and sisters,

Today all of creation is resplendent with new light, a song of praise rises from the earth, and our hearts rejoice: Christ is risen from the dead, and with him, we too rise to new life!

This Easter proclamation embraces the mystery of our lives and the destiny of history, reaching us even in the depths of death, where we feel threatened and sometimes overwhelmed. It opens us up to a hope that never fails, to a light that never fades, to a fullness of joy that nothing can take away: death has been conquered forever; death no longer has power over us!

This is a message that is not always easy to accept, a promise that we struggle to embrace, because the power of death constantly threatens us, both from within and without.

From within, this power threatens us when the weight of our sins prevents us from “spreading our wings” and taking flight, or when the disappointments or loneliness we experience drain our hope. It likewise looms over us when our worries or our resentments suffocate the joy of living, when we are sad or tired, or when we feel betrayed or rejected. When we have to come to terms with our weakness, with the sufferings and the daily grind of life, we can feel as if we have ended up in a tunnel with no end in sight.

From without, death is always lurking. We see it present in injustices, in partisan selfishness, in the oppression of the poor, in the lack of attention given to the most vulnerable. We see it in violence, in the wounds of the world, in the cry of pain that rises from every corner because of the abuses that crush the weakest among us, because of the idolatry of profit that plunders the earth’s resources, because of the violence of war that kills and destroys.

In this reality, the Passover of the Lord invites us to lift our gaze and open our hearts. It continues to nourish the seed of the promised victory within our spirit and throughout the course of history. It sets us in motion, like Mary Magdalene and the Apostles, so that we may discover that Jesus’ tomb is empty, and therefore in every death we experience there is also room for new life to arise. The Lord is alive and remains with us. Through the cracks of resurrection that open up in the darkness, he entrusts our hearts to the hope that sustains us: the power of death is not the final destiny of our lives. We are all directed, once and for all, on the path to fulfilment, because in Christ we also have risen.

With heartfelt words, Pope Francis reminded us of this in his first Apostolic Exhortation, Evangelii Gaudier, affirming that the resurrection of Christ “is not an event of the past; it contains a vital power which has permeated this world. Where all seems to be dead, signs of the resurrection suddenly spring up. It is an irresistible force. Often it seems that God does not exist: all around us we see persistent injustice, evil, indifference and cruelty. But it is also true that in the midst of darkness something new always springs to life and sooner or later produces fruit”

Brothers and sisters, Easter gives us this hope, as we remember that in the risen Christ a new creation is possible every day. This is what today’s Gospel tells us, as it clearly describes the event of the resurrection as taking place on “the first day of the week” (Jn 20:1). The day of Christ’s resurrection thus takes us back to that first day when God created the world, and at the same time proclaims that a new life, stronger than death, is now dawning for humanity.

Easter is the new creation brought about by the Risen Lord; it is a new beginning; it is life finally made eternal by God’s victory over the ancient enemy.

We need this song of hope today. It is ourselves, risen with Christ, who must bring him into the streets of the world. Let us then run like Mary Madgalene, announcing him to everyone, living out the joy of the resurrection, so that wherever the specter of death still lingers, the light of life may shine.

May Christ, our Passover, bless us and give his peace to the whole world!

April 12, 2026 Reflection by Chanthip Phongkhamsavath

“By his great mercy he has given us a new birth into a living hope.”

As I went through the readings earlier this week, I couldn’t help but feel like they were very familiar and then I got to the gospel and remembered this is the week of doubting Thomas. And as my memory is getting a little challenged with each passing birthday, I had to look through my files and confirm that I had the opportunity last year to give the reflection on the Second Sunday of Easter as well. For a second I thought well I don’t want to focus on doubting Thomas again, so what else speaks to me?  

It is nearly a year later in what seems like a very long year, one that has brought many conflicts and uncertainty, celebrations and travel farther than we have ever been before. And in that year’s time I’ve had a chance to listen to the readings again, to celebrate a cycle of Christmas, Lent and now Easter. It is another year to reflect and listen to a message that may be hard during challenging times. 

And it is still the season of Easter, the time to celebrate the resurrection because Christ is risen. The resurrection from the dead was God’s promise, that we might have a new life in him. In the past week though I have been thinking about resurrection not just from the dead, but in our day to day lives. 

Last weekend I had a friend visiting who told me about her brother-in-law who at 40 years old had to have quadruple bypass heart surgery. She mentioned in particular that the quadruple bypass surgery was like a second birthday. Over the course of the week in my curiosity I looked up what happens during that surgery and the one thing that caught my attention amidst general amazement that surgeons can do this – is that the patient’s heart and lungs are stopped and a machine does the work of those body parts while the surgeons create a detour in the heart’s arteries with veins from different parts of the patient’s body. And then the heart and lungs are started up again and hopefully the patient is able to recover and extend their life. That second birthday makes sense, it’s almost like a rebirth. 

The impact though was beyond just her brother-in-law’s health, her husband has paid more attention to his health, seeing doctors for the first time in years and checking his heart – finding that his arteries are clogged though not to the point where surgery is required but other treatment and a change of lifestyle might be beneficial. In a confluence of events she also had a health scare and combined – her and her husband are taking greater steps to manage their health, being mindful of the opportunity they have to change their diets and move more – making a rebirth of sorts for themselves.

In less drastic fashion last Sunday, I decided that one of my plants needed more room to grow and another one might be on its way out. A couple months ago my cousin, friend and I each bought a small money tree with the goal of all of us keeping them alive. We’ve had some mixed results, my cousin showed me hers and unfortunately the plant did not do well and she mentioned that in her attempt to save the plant she removed the stems that had died, yet it didn’t help. It occurred to me last Sunday night that I should also remove two of the dead five stems in my plant so that the others could thrive. So while I should have been getting ready for bed, I ended up repotting two plants because I wanted to re-pot the money tree in the pot of the plant that I thought was dying. What I discovered in the process was that the plant that only had three leaves still had an extensive root system that seemed intact. I didn’t have much faith in what I was doing, however I put that one in a different pot and to my surprise, I saw two shoots coming out of the plant the other day. I am hoping in a new space and with a bit of attention it is being rejuvenated to grow again. And so far the money tree seems to be doing ok in its new pot as well. 

These are two very different examples of what looked to me like resurrections this past week. Easter was the greatest resurrection yet I believe it calls on us to see the opportunities to recognize new life and how our actions can impact others. To see where change is needed to fully appreciate the opportunities and life we have on earth and be good stewards of God’s message. We may not know the ripples of our actions, yet I can only imagine that if we let our lights shine, in what may seem like dark times, those ripples will come together to be brighter than what we can see. 

Having someone share a different perspective and see us in a new light can be exactly what we need. In a time when civilizations are being threatened we need to remember that creation and our existence is amazing. As Astronaut Victor Glover remarked when reflecting on Easter, “In all of this emptiness — this is a whole bunch of nothing, this thing we call the universe — you have this oasis, this beautiful place that we get to exist – together. I think as we go into Easter Sunday thinking about all the cultures all around the world —whether you celebrate it or not, whether you believe in God or not — this is an opportunity for us to remember where we are, who we are and that we are the same thing. And that we got to get through this together.” 

Together we continue to celebrate Easter, the miracle of the resurrection, a lord who cares for us, the new births we see every day and the light that we carry. “This Jesus God raised up, and of that all of us are witnesses.”

Easter Sunday Sermon by The Reverend Jim Stickney

Alleluia!  Christ is risen! The Lord is risen indeed!  Alleluia!

I’d like to begin this sermon on Easter morning with a special word of welcome to those who are visiting with us today. We’re glad you’re here this morning, and everyone is welcome to join us to receive Communion.

Over the years I’ve heard some very inspiring sermons on Easter Sundays, along with compelling stories that point to the heart of the Easter message: that good wins out over evil, and that death does not have the final word.

And over the last few decades, it’s been my privilege to preach on Easter Sunday — to attempt, as best as I am able, to remind many people of this good news, this great and overwhelming news, that we have a share in the risen life of Christ Jesus, who overcame death and the grave — and what’s more, who wants us to share in the divine risen life — to live eternally.

In different years, I’ve shared some insights of great Christians in our history — a form of spiritual thievery from the treasuries of past believers. Some time ago I found a powerful Easter sermon by a deacon named Ephrem, who lived in the region of Syria in the 4th century. He preached:

We give glory to you, Lord, who raised your cross to span the jaws of death like a bridge, by which souls may pass from the region of the dead to the land of the living. 

We give glory to you who put on the body of a single mortal and made it the source of life for every other mortal. You are incontestably alive! Your murderers sowed your living body in the earth as farmers sow grain, but it sprung up and yielded an abundant harvest of people raised from the dead.

Alleluia!  Christ is risen! The Lord is risen indeed!  Alleluia!

I began serving at this church 40 years ago! And to keep things fresh, I also took Sabbaticals every other summer — I’d be away for two months at a time. At the ten-year mark, in 1996, I traveled to two different monasteries.

The first was a Roman Catholic monastery called New Camaldoli, south of Monterey, with a commanding view of the Pacific Ocean. They were hermit monks, and the guests were expected to maintain silence throughout each day.

The second was staffed by Episcopal monks, in the hills above Santa Barbara. and at that place the visitors were quite conversational — talking at communal meals. Over lunch one day I joined a table of young men who were on a special retreat.

These were survivors of the AIDS epidemic. They had not only seen their partners die, but they were expecting to die soon themselves — it was only a matter of time.

And yet in 1996 the first anti retro viral treatments developed. They were not a cure, but they were giving these men more time to remain alive. Their retreat leader was helping these survivors to deal with the reality of prolonging their lives, when for years their only prospect was certain death from AIDS. I’ve thought of their situation as a kind of Easter story — new life in place of death.

Alleluia!  Christ is risen! The Lord is risen indeed!  Alleluia!

I’m going to take a chance and quote a cartoon — taken from the New Yorker. New Yorker cartoons are “insights” rather than laughs — an “aha” moment. The setting is the office of a seated psychiatrist; his patient is a sad-faced Easter bunny lying on the couch, with his little basket of eggs on the floor beside him. The man tells the rabbit, “I’m more interested in the eggs you are hiding from yourself.”

Are there insights and inner beauty that we fail to bring to the surface of our souls? Have we allowed the pervasive corruption and sheer greed of some politicians to sap our joy, to stifle our free speech? Have we given in to their deadly cynicism?

Forty days ago, we observed Ash Wednesday with a Litany of Penitence, which included this phase: “Our failure to commend the faith that is in us.” Lent is over — Is our faith stronger than it was forty days ago?

In the middle of Mark’s Gospel, we hear of a father asking Jesus to heal his son. He expresses it this way: “If it is at all possible for you, help us.” Jesus snaps back: “IF it is possible? Everything is possible for one who has faith!” The father replies: “I do believe — help my unbelief.” For Jesus, partial faith is enough for now — but God wants to see us grow stronger and bolder in our faith.

Alleluia!  Christ is risen! The Lord is risen indeed!  Alleluia!

 

Palm Sunday 2026 Sermon by The Reverend Linda McConnell

In the oldest hymn of the church, recorded in Paul’s letter to the Philippians, Jesus is proclaimed as Lord to which the powers that be must bow. I want to tell you why I proclaim that as well.

I know that’s it’s an uncomfortable statement for many practicing Christians. I have dear friends, clergy even, who are good with God. Great with the Holy Spirit – though they may quibble over pronouns. But Jesus as the Son of God, the Savior of the world? That is harder. one of the reasons it’s difficult is that it can sound like it excludes other paths into the Divine. Other faith practices. And I get that and
honor that.

But here’s the thing – when we proclaim Jesus as Lord, we get to see, in human terms, something profound about God’s heart. Something profound about God’s definition of power and purpose. And we get to see how much it is in direct contrast the twisted uses of power for the purpose of exploitation, domination, and violence.

Because at the same time that the disciples are out hunting up a donkey colt for Jesus to ride on, Caesar, the man who proclaims himself as the Son of God and Lord, Caesar of Rome enters the royal city of Jerusalem riding a magnificent war horse. He is surrounded by a retinue of sycophants and soldiers, displaying people
in chains as the spoils of war. He is crowned with a laurel wreath, the sign of victory. Hymns of praise are sung to stroke his ego.

Meanwhile, Jesus enters the royal city from the other side, on a donkey, his legs dragging the ground. He is surrounded by the poor and the vulnerable whom he has healed and dignified as sons and daughters of the God who does not forget and who holds children close to his heart. They crowd around him, singing hosanna, hosanna – save us, save us Lord.

And it’s not difficult to imagine from who and from what they need saving. They have been taught that they are responsible for their poverty because of their sins and that their illnesses are a result of having offended God. Their city is occupied by armed troops who are there to “Keep the peace.”

 In days to come, Jesus will wear a crown of thorns. He will be tortured and crucified on a cross as a treasonous criminal.

So when we say that Jesus is Lord, we say that this is what true Power looks like. This is where Eternal Life is found. In solidarity. In compassion. In justice. In service. As friends with the least and the lonely, and willing to nonviolently speak truth to misguided uses of power.

And we need that. Because the human heart is prone to creating God in our own image. We are prone to using God as a justification for what is really our own selfishness and cruelty. To using God as a justification to align with the power of Caesar because we prefer that over the power of the cross.

For instance – the current Defense Secretary has – in the name of Christ the King – re-named the department as the War Department. He has claimed that a warrior ethos of lethality is Christ like, and that the protection of God lays over the United States’ prosecution of the war in Iran. The previous Secretary of Homeland Security claimed that mass deportations were” righteous” and “divinely inspired.” And they are not the only ones to use sacred language – language of God and texts from scripture, because they can. These things can be twisted. Can be used for nefarious purposes. Can serve evil. C. S. Lewis portrayed the devil as a sophisticated liar, who relies on subtle deception and distortion, while exploiting vanity and pride.

And what do we have in our arsenal to counter these misguided souls from taking the beloved name of the Lord and smearing it with human sacrificial blood? I know I’m being strong. But we need to be strong in our language because there are terrible things happening in the name of Christ.

What do we have? We have Jesus. We have Jesus as the gold standard for what it means to be a human being created in God’s image and filled with God’s Holy Spirit. When we proclaim Jesus as the face of God in human form, we are saying that this is an incontrovertible image of what Godly actually means.

When we worship, we stand for the Gospel proclamation because we give first place out of all the scriptures to these accounts of Jesus life and teachings, his manner of death, and God’s judgment of resurrection. We stand to give first place to his teachings and his manner of living. We stand because we want to emulate his humility and service and compassion.

When we say Jesus is Lord, we are saying that there is no justification ever for equating Caesar’s realm with God’s. Jesus healed people no one else will touch. Lifted up women who had been ground down. Forgave sins and set people free. On the cross, Jesus confronted the powers of empire with the power of freedom
and welcomed the thieves who hung near him while he prayed for all of us, Father, forgive them. They do not know what they are doing.

In the words of the great African American spiritual,

Ride on King Jesus,
No man can-a hinder me.
Ride on King Jesus,
No man can-a hinder me.
In that great get’n up mornin’
Fare thee well, fare thee well.
In that great get’n up mornin’
Fare thee well, fare thee well.