Author: StAlbansChurch

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.

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.

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!

“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.”

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!

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.

Thanks be to God that our weather has cooled! Now let’s pray that the war in the Middle East cools down.

Sadly, it is being waged by governments who claim to be blameless, but who can see precisely what is happening, and why. So a quick cooling off seems unlikely.

In last week’s Reflection, Margaret noted that Jesus’ giving sight to a man who was born blind caused some to claim that he was born blind because he was a sinner, and avoid accepting the simple truth of what had happened; because the man believed in and worshiped Jesus, he can now see.

The Pharisees said the Jesus could not have come from God, because he was healing on the sabbath.

But Jesus points to their spiritual blindness in saying: “If you were blind, you would not have sin. But now that you say ‘We see,’ your sin remains.” Thanks to Margaret’s research, that translates: “If you were really blind, you would be blameless, but since you claim to see everything so well, you’re accountable for every fault and failure.”

So the fighting continues.

This week’s readings continue the lesson in faith, using God’s power to resurrect the dead. In the reading from John, Jesus raises Lazarus from the dead, and in Romans we are told that: “If the Spirit of him who raised Jesus from the dead dwells in you, he who raised Christ from the dead will give life to your mortal bodies also through the Spirit that dwells in you.”      

We humans gravitate to the familiar and want to believe in things we can “know;” that can be proved by our methods. But that’s not how faith works.

I first attended 12 Step meetings here at St. Alban’s in 1992, and, as we say, have been coming back to those meetings ever since. For many years I struggled mightily to find a conception of God that I could “understand,” since the 12 Steps speak of “God as we understood him.”

A former mentor finally got through to me that if I, as a finite human, could fully “understand” God, God would not be God, and another member told me that I should “act as if” there were a God, and see what happens.

That suggestion really upset me, and I stormed out of the room, jumped in my car and headed home. At a stoplight on the way home I suddenly had a clear thought go through my angry mind: “what have you got to lose?”

So when I got home, I knelt down next to my bed and said what I could remember of the 23d Psalm that I had learned in Sunday school and we read last week here in church. That started what has become regular prayer and meditation throughout the day; lately, some days its minute to minute! 

Each 12 Step member is allowed to have their own conception of God, and my current, firm belief is that there IS a God, and it is NOT me. I keep it that simple so that in virtually any situation, I can call on God’s help by simply reaching outside of myself.

I know there is a God because events have happened in my life right when I most needed them, that are not explainable in any other way; not often, but often enough for me to believe. I call them “God things.”

The reality is that I am required each day to act on faith, because I cannot know for sure how those around me will act. Some days are more predictable than others, but on no day am I able to say I did not act on faith.

So, just like I can’t say there isn’t a God, I can’t say that God cannot have resurrected the house of Israel, or that Jesus did not, or could not have, made the bind man see, raised Lazarus from the dead, or be resurrected.

I can take those, and many other things, on faith, as “unlikely” they may seem to me today. Others believe, so why not me?   

Recently, I’ve been dealing with a surgery which removed a growth from my scalp, and something I read that was written by a surgeon has helped me with the daily care of the wound that is part of the healing process.

He was recounting thanks he received from the family of a woman he had operated on, for curing her, and he concluded that, although he performed the surgery, her tissues were healed by what he referred to as the “Great Physician,” saying “All I do in a very simple way is to help [God] cure my patients.”

This reminds me that each day we do the “hands on” work, but God is in charge of the results.

In prior Reflections, I have referred to Paul’s letter to the Galatians, where he concludes: “For the whole law is fulfilled in one word: ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’” (Galatians 5:14)

He also said: “There is neither Jew or Greek, there is neither male nor female; for you are all one in Christ Jesus. And if you are Christ’s then you are Abraham’s offspring, heirs according to promise.” (Galatians 3:24-29)

Paul speaks of action, telling us to treat our neighbors the way we want to be treated; those who act as if they truly love their neighbors, have kept the law fully.

When he was asked by a Pharisee who was a lawyer: “what is the great commandment in the law?” Jesus responded: “You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul and with all your mind. This is the great and first commandment. And the second is like it, You shall love your neighbor yourself. On these two commandments depend all the law and the prophets.” (Matthew 22:37)

On a recent episode of Rick Steves’ Europe on PBS, he was in Turkey, explaining how that country became a secular Republic that restricts religious expression in government affairs. He interviewed a Muslim Imam at a mosque that had once been a Christian church, and asked him how he and his followers relate to Jesus.

The Imam said that they see Jesus as a Prophet, like Moses, Abraham and Mohammad, with Mohammad being the most recent Prophet.

Since they believe that Christians are, like them, offspring of Abraham, there is hope that we can ignore the current hyperbolic commentary about terrorists, and do our best to treat our Muslim cousins as Jesus has said we should treat all of neighbors; as we would like to be treated.

Since we worship God (Allah), if we do our best to treat Muslims, Jews and all others as we would like to be treated, we will be following “all the law and the prophets.”       

In this week’s gospel, the story is about blindness, both physical and spiritual.  It’s almost like a play: we have the two main characters, Jesus and the man born blind, whom Jesus heals.  There are a few minor characters, the disciples, the man’s parents and some Pharisees.  And then there’s a sort of chorus of neighbors and others, who comment on the healing.

After Jesus restores his eyesight, the man born blind seems not to be blind in either sense.  He describes what happened clearly and without hesitation, several times, and then confesses his belief in Jesus and worships him.

Everyone else appears to be spiritually blind.  They see with their eyes, but they don’t understand or want to understand, what has happened.

We are not of their time or culture and therefore may find it easy to dismiss their attitudes.  That, I think, is another kind of spiritual blindness.

 The disciples think that someone must have sinned to cause this man’s blindness.  The people who see the man suddenly able to see are confused, and don’t quite believe it’s the same man who used to beg for money.  The Pharisees don’t like it, and some of them are saying that Jesus couldn’t have come from God, since he was healing on the sabbath.  The man’s parents refuse to say anything.  The man himself seems to be the only one who speaks openly and honestly about what happened.

Of course blindness isn’t a punishment for sins.  But let’s be honest here.  Haven’t we all, at some time or another, looked for a reason that something terrible happened to someone else? It may not start as a negative judgment – we’re just looking for a reason that it won’t happen to us. But it can easily slide into blaming the victim.

As for the neighbors, well, wouldn’t I be confused if I saw something that I didn’t believe was possible?

It’s always easy to pick on the Pharisees. In the gospels, the Pharisees represent religious intolerance and hypocrisy.  They are also trying to protect their culture in a hostile empire.  Maybe we should have a little sympathy for that.

And the parents of the man.  They don’t want to be thrown out of their community.  Who does? And maybe, like many parents who are confronted with unexpected news, their first reaction won’t be their final reaction.

As much as I want to see myself as the man born blind, who now sees, who isn’t afraid to tell anyone exactly what happened to him, who acknowledges Jesus and worships him, even though it means exclusion from the temple, I have to admit that I have been, or might be some of the other people in the story as well.

We want to get everything right, and we don’t always. Even when we get a lot of things right, or maybe especially when we think we see things clearly, it’s easy to miss the light in other people and the darkness in ourselves. This is the blindness that can be really hard to cure. The blindness that Jesus sees in the Pharisees.

The last words from Jesus, directed at the Pharisees, are “If you were blind, you would not have sin. But now that you say, We see, your sin remains.” 

I found the way this is worded a little confusing, so just to be sure, I checked the translation in The Message Bible, which is sometimes clearer.  This is what it says:

“If you were really blind, you would be blameless, but since you claim to see everything so well, you’re accountable for every fault and failure.”

We are going to go on a trip to Samaria this morning for today’s Gospel passage.  When you’re packing, don’t forget to put into your travel bag another earlier passage from the Gospel of John.  It tells the story of the calling of the Apostle Nathaniel.  Here is the passage:

Philip [who had been recently called by Jesus] found Nathanael [presumably Philip’s friend from his home town] and said to him, “We have found him about whom Moses in the law and also the prophets wrote, Jesus son of Joseph from Nazareth.” Nathanael said to him, “Can anything good come out of Nazareth?” Philip said to him, “Come and see.” When Jesus saw Nathanael coming toward him, he said of him, “Here is truly an Israelite in whom there is no deceit!” Nathanael asked him, “Where did you get to know me?” Jesus answered, “I saw you under the fig tree before Philip called you.” Nathanael replied, “Rabbi, you are the Son of God! You are the King of Israel!”  (John 2:45-49)

Now, we can travel to Samaria!  We’ll come back to Nathaniel a little later.

I have always been curious about Samaria and Samaritans.  And I love looking up this stuff.

So, when King Solomon who built the great Temple in Jerusalem died, his kingdom split into two kingdoms.  The kingdom in the north was called Israel or the Northern Kingdom.  The kingdom in the south was called Judea or the Southern Kingdom.  The city of Jerusalem was the capital of Judea, the Southern Kingdom.  The first reference to Samaria that I know of is as the capital of Israel, the Northern Kingdom.  Samaria was the city from which the wicked King Ahab ruled the Northern Kingdom.  (1 Kings 16:24 and 22:10; 2 Kings 17:5-6)  Samaria would have been a place where Ahab and his wife Jezebel worshipped the idol Baal and where the prophet Elijah confronted them.

In 722 B.C. the Assyrians, a fierce and militaristic and very powerful people,  came down on Israel, the Northern Kingdom, like wolves on the sheep fold — to paraphrase Lord Byron’s poetry about the invasion.  The Northern Kingdom, Israel,  was essentially obliterated.  At the same time or afterwards, there was probably an exchange or mixture of populations because the Assyrians had a policy to deport the original inhabitants of conquered nations and to move foreigners into them.  So, the people who lived in the former kingdom of Israel became a kind of semi-Hebrew people who came to be called Samaritans.  Worse still, although they worshipped the Lord, the Samaritans did not worship in Jerusalem and recognized only the first five books of the Old Testament as Scripture. 

The Assyrians did try to take Jerusalem and conquer the Southern Kingdom of Judea.  But they gave up their campaign.  Therefore, the people of Judea did not undergo any population mixing or switching.  They remained an identifiable ethnic group that the New Testament calls the Jews.  These people had gone into exile when Babylon conquered the Southern Kingdom, but they returned after the exile as a whole and entire people.  Many of these Jews lived in a region called Galilee where Jesus grew up in Nazareth and headquartered for a while in Capernaum. 

Mutual dislike and prejudice grew between these semi-Hebrew Samaritan people and the genuine   the Jews of Judea and Galilee.  They treated each other like impure and disgusting strangers.

When Jesus lived, Samaria was a very large territory that almost entirely separated Jerusalem from his home area of Galilee.   The best way to travel between these two places was an issue.  For example, how was Mary going to travel to visit her cousin Elizabeth or how were Joseph and Mary to travel from Galilee to Bethlehem to be counted or how were people from Galilee to get down to Jerusalem to celebrate the Passover?  Well, there were essentially two routes.  One could go through Samaria and face dirty looks  or one could take a longer route up and down the valley of the river Jordan to the east.

In our Gospel, Jesus decides to go through Samaria on his way from Jerusalem to Galilee.  It was the quicker way, but more unpleasant socially than the longer way through the Jordan valley.  So, Jesus, a crosser of boundaries, if there ever was one, crosses the biggest political frontier in his part of the world — the one between Judea and Samaria.

Jesus, tired and by himself for a while, decides to rest at the Well of Jacob, which is an important place for both Jews and Samaritans.  A woman comes with her jug to draw water, and Jesus asks for a drink.  The woman gives what is probably a typical Samaritan response:  “So, you, a Jew, are asking me, a Samaritan, for water.  Give me a break.”  Jesus draws her in: “No, you give me a break.  If you knew who I am, you’d ask me for water.”  She takes the bait: “Please.  You don’t even have a jug.  And where is your water coming from, huh?  Are you going to dig a well of your own?  Are you greater than Jacob who dug this well?”  Jesus presses: “Forget about Jacob’s well.  If you drink my water, you will never thirst again.  It will spring up in you to eternal life.”  The woman thinks and says:  “Oh, man.  That is the water I want.  I will never thirst again and I will never have to drag myself to this well.”  As you can see, she is pretty literal.

But Jesus has her attention and he clinches the discussion when he tells her to get her husband.  She, who is quite honest, says that she has no husband.  Jesus then tells her something he actually should not know: that she’s been married five times before and she’s now living with a man outside of matrimony.  She is surprised.  She is also a serious woman, and the discussion takes a serious turn because she accepts that this Jewish stranger is a prophet.  She can then raise questions about the distinctions in worship  between Samaritan and Jew.  And this leads to discussion about the future and the erasure of such distinctions.  As Jesus says to her, in the future people will worship in spirit and truth.  This woman with her jug gets this automatically because she says: “I do know that, in the future, the Messiah is coming.” 

And then Jesus says to her directly something that, I think, he has never said yet to anyone in all the Gospels.  He says to her:  “I am he.” 

She runs back to the city.  She leaves behind her jug which must be a valuable household “appliance”.  But her leaving the jug is also a symbol that she now has different water.  She will never thirst again.  And her excitement excites other Samaritans in her city, and they entertain Jesus and his disciples, a of Jews, for two days.  And they believe in our Lord.  Spirit and truth, as he said, have penetrated and it’s happened directly with no intellectual discussion.

I believe that Jesus’ encounter with the Samaritan woman is about calling or being called.  I think that Jesus has come to the well deliberately to call this woman.  As is the case with Nathaniel whom Jesus saw under the fig tree, the Samaritan woman is taken aback by her own “fig tree moment” when Jesus tells her about her marital and non-marital life.  Nathaniel’s reply to Jesus was more direct than the woman’s as he speaks his conclusion about Jesus right to Jesus’ face.  Plus Nathaniel became one of the Apostles, persons whom we think of as the Gospel’s classic called people.  But this does not mean that the Samaritan woman is not called too.  Apostles are not the only “called people”.

So, what is a call?  Where to we go from here when we leave this city of Sychar saying good-bye to the Samaritan woman and her fellows citizens?

Well, if this woman with her jug is called, doesn’t it mean that each of us has a call?  And isn’t Lent a good time to think about this?  I say this because Lent seems a time for organizing one’s life: What is God’s purpose for me?

I don’t know what saints and theologians have said about “calls”.  But I suspect that, for Christians like us leading a Christian life, a call can be very general and/or very specific.  We ask ourselves the question: “What does the Lord want from me?”  With the Samaritan woman, I would say that Jesus wanted her and her people to cross boundaries into a new life — the Gospel life of confidence, endurance, and joy.  After all, Jesus was opening up awareness of the Kingdom of God and of spirit and truth as he told the woman.  Just the acceptance of Gospel life is the response to a call.   And the Samaritan woman really responded.  Jesus gave her the treasure buried in the field, the pearl of great price.  (Matthew 13:44-46)

The call to faith and Gospel truth is a general call.  But calls for us might also be a variety of things that are short-term or long-term.  We may be called to the essentially undramatic and loving work of family life like the immense labor of raising a child or caring long-term for a child.  We may be called to caring for a chronically ill parent or spouse.  I mean, how much effort and sacrifice and self-control and time go into caring for another!  It is big. 

If we’ve lost someone, we may be called to be a comforter of others when the need comes up.  We may be responding to a call when we help the illiterate to read in some library literacy program or when we donate regularly to a food bank or a foundation providing medical care abroad.  We may help old people or teens.  Say you can’t get out of the house without help.  Well, you can set aside time to pray for others.  I mean, it’s not just the young bloods who are called.  We old people get calls too. There are no limits.

I am not saying that calls must be for “big” things, like martyrdom or care for lepers on the island of Molokai way back when as Father Damien did.  But every call is, in fact, a big thing — like caring for a spouse. 

But calls are not measured by the effort to perform them as in “Dear Lord, not again!  Another diaper!  I’m going nuts!”  They are not measured by effort because I think the signal of a call is that it calls, not to our capacity to work, but to our capacity to love.

Lent — maybe all year long — is a time to contemplate our calls, whether long term or short term or even in succession because we may have many calls in one life.  We  have to pay attention.  We have to connect with what we do.  Answering calls is a lifelong endeavor.  And remember: Jesus is sitting by the well.

Thank you.