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reverxnce · 2 years
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📣 Wake up it's time for church! (had to fdfds, excuse the meme. From Elijah. When ur both late but don't want to be responsible)
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Send 📣 and yell something at my muse!
After making the uncharacteristic decision of going a bit too hard on the liquor the night before, Ezekiel had slept right through the Sunday morning crowing of the cockerels. As such, when the sound of yelling dragged him back to the waking world, Ezekiel let out an involuntary shriek of pure panic, jolting up with such force that he went rolling out the bed and landed on the floor with a thud.
Clutching his head, he staggard clumsily to his feet, whimpering from a sickly mixture of hangover pains and pure, unbridled horror!
"Oh God - Shit, shit, shit - what time is it ?!!"
He had overslept on a Sunday morning - how could he?!!
"Stall them, stall them!!" He said hurriedly, referring to his presumably waiting congregation, waving an incoherent hand at his fellow Priest. "Don't let them in - I have to get to the vestry first! Oh, God - bloody Hell-!!"
He had flung open the doors of his wardrobe as he spoke, grabbing out the first cassock he could find. It was the wrong one but screw it, it would have to do - no bloody time for faffing!
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astridstorm · 5 years
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The Pull of the Past, The Call of the Future: A Reflection on 3 Years
So, it was three years ago almost to the day that I stood up here for the first time, June 26, 2016. Just curious, I looked back at my calendar from three years ago. Here were some of the things on it: Dinner at Barbara and John Palmer’s. (Who are Barbara and John Palmer?) No, I didn’t really write that, but I was thinking it at the time. They were so kind as to invite my family to dinner in those first days here, as did Patrick and Deidre Wynne. 
This was sobering. My first week: Monday June 20 (first day), 7:30 pm wedding meeting; Tuesday June 21, 7:30 - 9:30 pm vestry meeting; Wednesday June 22, 7-9 pm finance meeting; Friday June 24, 7 pm wedding rehearsal; Saturday June 25, 1:30 pm wedding; Sunday June 26, first Sunday in Scarsdale. You definitely didn’t ease me into the job!
In my sermon from three years ago on this day, which was on these very same readings (we’re on a 3-year cycle), I pointed out that Jesus begins here his journey to Jerusalem that lasts all the way from now through the summer and up to Advent. We’ll be reading these stories for a while. But it seemed to me kind of significant that the story for today was about embarking on something new.
This time around I feel like I can be more candid than I was then about what it’s like to start something new; about our inner resistance to it, and the strength it takes to overcome that resistance, make a change, and then keep on going forward, into the future. I was there three years ago, but I know we’ve all been there, once, maybe many more times in our lives.
We meet in this Gospel lesson three people along the way. They’re a contrast to Jesus’ resolve. He “sets his face” toward Jerusalem, an expression that means He’s ready for this. He’s on his way. No looking back. They’re also a contrast to the resolve Elisha showed in our Old Testament lesson when he cut up his plough, burned it, and followed his new teacher and mentor Elijah, just like that. For that matter, they’re a contrast to the resolute disciples, who drop everything, their nets, their livelihoods, their families, to follow Jesus. For these three in today’s Gospel reading, it’s different.
The first person to approach Jesus says “I will follow you wherever you go.” To which Jesus replies, “Foxes have holes, birds of the air have nests, but the son of man has nowhere to lay his head.” In other words, this is going to be a trying journey. If you follow me, I can’t guarantee comfort. You might experience just the opposite: no rest, no shelter, a lot of disorientation, displacement and discomfort. We don’t know what happens to that would-be follower, but he seems to just disappear. 
Jesus actually calls out to the next person in the story. “Follow me” he says. And the reply is “Lord, first let me go and bury my father.” To which Jesus says “Let the dead bury their own dead.” There was a time when this expression was fairly familiar to your average person, back when our culture was more biblically literate. Let the dead bury their own dead. It’s harsh. 
Karl Marx loved this expression, atheist though he was. He used it many times, in speeches and in writing. He thought it was about making a radical break from the past. Creating something new: leave the dead, the past, behind, where it belongs. The world needs something unlike what we’ve tried before. I read somewhere else that a World War II soldier included this saying among his things, like his dog tags, that would be found should he die on the battlefield. He meant it for his friends, to let them know it was OK to move on without him after he died, and to go on living their lives without guilt or sorrow over him. Let the dead bury their own dead.
We don’t hear this much any more, but as an admonishment not to be pulled too much by the past that you can’t move into the future, it really works. Jesus’ listener in this passage, though, can’t hear it. He too (as far as we know), disappears. 
The third person in our reading comes bounding up and says “ I will follow you, Lord,” but then he adds to that “but let me first say farewell to those at my home.” We’re meant to think of Elisha and Elijah in the Old Testament passage we just read. Remember how I once said the Bible is hyperlinked? One passage, links to another, and to another, and on and on. Elijah let Elisha go home and say goodbye. Surely this was a reasonable request for this person to make. But Jesus responds: “No one who puts a hand to the plow and looks back is fit for the kingdom of God.” 
Making a change is demanding. It’s hard. Jesus’ honesty about this is hard to argue with if you’ve been through it before. When I was three months into my time here, that would have been in September/October, I had a recurring dream at night. My prior church (this is for real) was nestled between the Hudson River and the Metro North tracks, where there was a station. The tracks and the river were each about a stone’s throw in either direction. I had a recurring dream that I had left a baby on the New Hamburg train platform, and only after 3 months going about my life did I remember it (or him, or her).  
In my waking life, I was trying very hard to embrace my new life, not to worry about or be pulled backward emotionally by my prior church and all the people I’d gotten to know and love over ten years there. And yet our dreams sometimes take on the emotions we can’t deal with during the day. It went on for seven more months, this dream, until the new priest there, an incredible person, took over. The church was my abandoned baby, and I could only stop dreaming about it when I knew some other mother had taken it to her breast. 
I guess this is simply to say, the pull of the past on me that first year was significant, and it was everything I could do to keep my hand on the plow and not look back and so mess up the furrow I was making. And that’s an experience familiar to all of us. Whether it’s a move, a divorce, a death -- the three most stressful things in life -- whether it’s a new direction taken, a job change, a crisis of faith or a serious health setback. These three characters in today’s Gospel lesson ring familiar. Jesus’ advice to them, which they can’t hear but hopefully we can, is Keep Moving Forward. The future waits, and even though getting there may involve pain and discomfort, once you do get there you’ll realize why the journey was so worth setting out on. Amen.
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dmmowers · 7 years
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Mercy calling A sermon for Trinity Episcopal Church, Baraboo, Wis. Transfiguration Sunday | Year A, Track 2 | August 6, 2017 Exodus 34:29-35 | Psalm 99 | **Romans 9:1-8, 30-33 | Luke 9:28-36 **second reading modified with permission of diocesan bishop to allow for continuous preaching of Romans on Sundays this summer
“Master, it is good for us to be here.” He said this not knowing what he said.
Lots of people in our culture have the mistaken idea that faith in Jesus Christ is a self-help program, a way in which we strive to make ourselves better Christians so that we can become better people. In a previous parish, I sent a survey around to parents of young adults, asking them why they felt it was important that their child was involved in church. Most of them responded with something like, "We want our child to learn sound ethical values so that they can grow up to be moral people." Now, don't get me wrong, I want my children to grow up to be moral people, but let's be clear: Christianity has nothing to do with our efforts to make ourselves better. The story of Christianity is summed up by the story just read in our gospel reading this morning as we celebrate the Feast of the Transfiguration, where the disciples are going up a mountain with Jesus, an ordinary day. And suddenly, through no effort or desire of their own, they see the glory of God: Jesus transfigured, with lightning and clouds swirling around him, with Moses -- representing the Jewish Law -- and Elijah -- representing the Jewish Prophets -- showing up to talk with him. Simon Peter, struck dumb at what he was seeing, says, "Master, it is good for us to be here; let us make three tents, one for you, one for Moses and one for Elijah." Luke helpfully adds that Peter said this, "without knowing what he said."
Maybe you've heard a sermon before on the transfiguration where the preacher says that Peter says all sorts of silly things throughout the New Testament, and this is another silly thing. Then the preacher says that what matters isn't being on the mountaintop with Jesus, what matters is what we do with that vision of Jesus once we come back down the mountain. We've seen the glory of the Lord, the preacher says, and now we have to go and share it with other people. I can't say for sure, but I might have preached that sermon before. And if I did, that's one more of a thousand examples why it's sometimes a bad idea to listen to your preacher. Simon Peter has it right: it is good for us to be here, on this mountain, surprised and struck dumb by the glory of God. We didn't plan to be here, we didn't know this was going to happen. We were just going up the mountain, not people who were especially holy or noteworthy, just garden-variety people who were suddenly transfixed by the vision of Jesus Christ in all his glory. It is good for us to be here, not out of any kind of hope that we might improve ourselves, or that we might become more moral people, but only because the beauty of this sight takes our breath away. 
I. 
This vision given to the apostles on the mountain is a vision that St. Paul desperately hopes would be given to his Jewish friends and relatives in our letter to the Romans today.  One would think with this kind of rousing endorsement by Moses and Elijah, the Jews of St. Paul's day would have been tripping over each other to come to faith in Jesus Christ faster than their neighbors. But it was not the case. Only a very few former Jews accepted the message of Jesus as Messiah. Paul explains further: They are the Israelites, he writes. To them belong the adoption, the glory, the covenants, the giving of the law, the worship, and the promises, to them belong the patriarchs, and from them, according to the flesh, comes the Messiah, who is over all, God blessed forever. The Israelites were God's chosen people, and yet most of God's chosen people rejected the Messiah who had been sent to redeem them from the Power of Sin. 
So Paul writes that he has great sorrow and unceasing anguish in his heart because his people do not see the vision of the Transfigured Jesus. The cannot see Moses and Elijah appearing around Jesus; they cannot see all the Jewish Law and the prophets pointing to a Messiah who would suffer and die to break the power of sin over our world. They do not worship Jesus as the Messiah of Israel, as the God who delivered Israel from Egypt come down to earth in human form. If it would do any good, Paul wishes that he could be cut off from Christ – cursed, condemned to hell – so that his Jewish people might come to see Jesus in all his glory. But life doesn’t work that way.
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Now, I see some of you looking a little bored. It was easier to pay attention last week; I can see you just silently wishing for me to talk about the Cubs again, aren't you? It’s easy to think that this story about Jews and Jesus in shiny clothes are just old Bible stories with little applicability to Baraboo, Wisconsin in the 21st century.
These are old stories, yes, but they are stories we find ourselves in. We were the followers of Jesus going about ordinary days, not realizing what we were about to witness, when suddenly the Lord Jesus Christ appeared to us and showed us his glory. Some of us saw Jesus in dreams or visions. Some of us were listened to a sermon when we felt Jesus himself cut through the words of the preacher and spoke directly to our hearts. Some of us looked deeply into the eyes of a child, of a lover, of a parent, and we knew that the Lord Jesus Christ was calling to us through this other person. So the story of the Transfiguration is our story.
And so is the story of the Jews and Gentiles. The Jews of St. Paul's day were the religious insiders. They went to synagogue every Saturday. They marked every religious holiday by going to Jerusalem to worship in the temple. They learned what they could about the Torah so that they knew how God was calling them to live. The Jews of St. Paul's day were the nice Episcopalians, the members of the Vestry, the Christians who were serious about their faith. Everybody else was a Gentile. If you weren't a descendant of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, you were a Gentile. You weren't a part of the chosen people of God. Not only were you not an every Saturday synagogue-goer, you couldn't even get into the Temple if you tried. The Jews looked down their noses at you, because they were chosen and you weren't. 
If we here this Sunday looking around this room are like the Jews, there are a lot of us who have people we love who are like the Gentiles, lots of people who are not people of faith, who are not church-insiders. We wish they were. Some of them were here with us once, for a while. Lots of us have children who we took care to raise in the church, teaching them that Jesus loved them. We told them about those moments in our lives where we looked around and saw the glory of God, where we saw Jesus Christ transfigured in all his wonder and glory. Lots of us have spouses who are very happy to let us come to church and be faithful to this community, but they choose not to be here or in any church for one reason or another. We might be nice Episcopalian Israelites, but we know some of these Gentiles. We love some of these Gentiles. We long for these Gentiles to come to know Jesus Christ the way that we know Jesus Christ. I invite you, as these people come to mind today and over the next few days, to ask the Lord Jesus to show himself to them, the way that he did on that first Transfiguration to Peter and his companions. What you might find is that Jesus shows up to this other person through your life and your care.
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Some of us might look at the people we love who aren’t Christians or who aren’t church people and think that the Word of God has simply failed. That the Word of God is not powerful enough to reach the Gentiles that we love. But hear what St. Paul writes in chapter 9 verse 6: "It is not as though the Word of God has failed." He goes on to say that not every descendant of Israel is a part of the chosen people of God. Descendants of Isaac are chosen, descendants of Ishmael are not. Descendants of Jacob are chosen, descendants of Esau are not. Paul explains this simply in verse 16, which we did not read today. "So it depends not on human will or exertion, but on God who shows mercy."
Whether the Jewish people accepted Jesus as their Messiah didn't have anything to do with their being born into the people of Israel. The only thing that brings people to accept Jesus as the Messiah is God himself calling to them. The only thing that brings people to Jesus is that moment when they go up the mountain, minding their own business, thinking that they're in the middle of an ordinary day where nothing extraordinary happens. And then Jesus Christ, transfigured by lightning, Moses and Elijah alongside, shows up, and we realize that today is not an ordinary day at all. That today something has happened to us that we will tell our children and our grandchildren about for the rest of our lives. Today, Jesus Christ has called to us. Today, Jesus Christ has shown us his beauty. We are reduced to stammering: it is good for us to be here. And of course, it is good for us to be here. But we didn't do anything to put ourselves here. God has done this. God has done all of this. All that is left to us is the realization that morality and values and ethics and self-help wither away from the glare of the light which comes from Jesus Christ. Christianity is not about making us moral people. It's not about making us good people. It's not about taking us on a journey of faith. Christianity is not the story of us finding God, it is the story of God finding us. Our response is not to go out and make ourselves better, or to work harder, or even to make the world a better place. Our response is: Lord, it is good for us to be here.
And now, Paul scandalously suggests, this Jesus Christ has begun revealing himself not only to Jews, but also to Gentiles. The Jews were -- and still are -- God's chosen people, and yet most of them did not accept Jesus as their Messiah. And so now God has begun to call the unwashed Gentiles like you and I to be his followers. His mercy calls to all people, not only to the descendants of Abraham. He has not rejected the Jews: in in chapter 11 verse 29 that the gifts and calling of God are irrevocable, meaning that the Jews, in spite of the fact that they did not believe in Jesus, are indeed still God's chosen people. But God is now calling to the Gentiles so that the vision of the glory of Jesus they receive would be a blessing to the very Jewish people who would not accept Jesus as Messiah. He has called the pagan Gentiles so that the Jews who rejected Jesus might yet see the glory of the Risen Jesus.
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God has imprisoned all in disobedience so that he might be merciful to all. God imprisoned the Jews, whom Paul loved, in disobedience so that he could come to them apart from their own performance. God imprisoned the Gentiles in disobedience so that he could come to all of us who were not born as descendants of Abraham us and make us a part of his chosen people. And God still shows himself to Gentiles. Jesus Christ still reveals himself in all his glory to the unlikeliest people. God calls spouses who have been atheists all these long years. God calls children who have long ago grown up and left him behind but who now suddenly encounter him. God calls people like Nicole Cliffe, editor of the now defunct humor website The Toast. Cliffew was a Harvard graduate and a happy young adult atheist who was surprised to find herself “cracked open to the divine. I read books that I would have laughed at before the cracking, and the stars lined up and there was God. And then I knew. And then I said it out loud to a third party. And then I giggled.” (http://www.christianitytoday.com/ct/2016/june/nicole-cliffe-how-god-messed-up-my-happy-atheist-life.html)
When Paul says in Romans 11:32 that all have been consigned to disobedience so that he might be merciful to all, some have taken this to mean literally every person - a Christian universalism, that says that every person will come to faith in Jesus Christ. But the gospels have plenty of judgment imagery which definitely makes it seem like God will in fact not have mercy on all. So I don't think we can know what Paul means by "all" here. Here's what I do know. I do know that we will all one day stand before the judgment of God to answer for what we have done and what we have left undone. And I also know that we need not fear being damned for the glory of God, because the one who judges us on that final day of judgment is the one who has revealed his glory to us without our asking for it. He appears not only as our judge, but at our side as our defense attorney. The one who judges us is the one who was already judged for the sins of the world. 
So for our children, our spouses, our friends: the figurative Gentiles among us who say they cannot believe in God, that they cannot come to church: we entrust them to the mercy of God. When Jesus Christ meets them on an ordinary hill in the midst of an ordinary day and suddenly, they see the beauty of Jesus Christ in all his transfigured glory, they will come to him. For some of them, it seems unlikely. But it seemed unlikely to St. Paul and St. Peter that the Lord Jesus would reveal himself to Gentiles at all. The Jewish people were and are God's chosen people, but thanks be to God, the Lord Jesus now calls Gentiles too so that none of us can boast that it was our status or our actions that led Jesus to call us - it was only his mercy that calls to us.
We are here today to worship the God whose glory we Gentiles have seen revealed in the person of Jesus Christ, and, having seen his beauty, we giggled at the fact that God has chosen to reveal himself even to us. We are here to hear the Word of God speak to us, to remember all of those loved ones and friends who are figurative Gentiles today, who need to be encountered by the Risen Christ. We are here to receive the Body and Blood of Jesus, to experience again in our very bodies the mercy of Jesus showing himself to us. Thanks be to God, God has consigned all to disobedience so that he might have mercy upon all, even upon us who say silly things, who don’t realize what’s about to happen, who aren’t able to journey to find God. In Jesus Christ, God has come to find us.
I was assisted in my thinking for this sermon by the Rev. Fleming Rutledge's sermon "The Clue on the Beach" published in Not Ashamed of the Gospel: Sermons from Paul's Letter to the Romans, (Grand Rapids, MI: Wm. B. Eerdmans, 2007), 273-279.
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bullet-prooflove · 3 months
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Promises: Detective Elijah Vestri x Reader
(The Rookie)
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You taste like honey, like sunshine and sweetness underneath Vestri’s lips and he can’t get enough. His fingers thread through your hair, drawing you even closer and your breathing hitches. He shouldn’t be doing this, he knows he shouldn’t but he just can’t help himself, this thing between the two of you it’s magnetic, everytime he tries to pull away, he’s drawn straight back in.
“You’re being safe right?” He whispers, his thumb ghosting over the apple of your cheek.
You know what he’s really asking. Are you behaving yourself? Staying in your lane? You have a habit of going rogue, of chasing the story even if it’s to your detriment. It’s how the two of you met.
Someone had tried to kill you last year, you’d been looking into a political scandal and flew a little too close to the sun. He’d been assigned to the case. You were a giant pain in his ass, you refused to take the protection protocols seriously, instead of putting a hold on the story you’d pushed even harder. He would have found it admirable if it wasn’t so frustrating.
He’d ended up taking you to the range, teaching you how to shoot because he knew for a fact your level of tenacity even after this case was over, there would probably be another. He wanted to make sure you knew how to take care of yourself and that’s when things transitioned. He’d been teaching you a few self defence moves, the furniture pushed back to the edges of the living room when you’d kissed him.
Once it started, he couldn’t stop and that basically summarises your entire relationship. It’s been a year on and off, you make up, you break up but you always end up coming back to one another. The way he feels for you, it’s never been like this for him and the more he fights it, the worse it gets.
“Vestri…” You drawl out his name, drawing your attention back to him as your fingertips ghost along the stubble that lines his jaw.
He captures your fingers before pressing them against his lips.
“Promise me.” He requests.
He knows it’s pointless, it’s like trying to stop the tide creeping up along the sure. You’re a force of nature and despite the fact he loves that about you, it’s the very thing that drives you apart.
“I promise.” You murmur, your nose trailing along the length of his.
He chooses to believe you this time, for his own sake. He doesn’t want to fight tonight, it’s been a shitty day and he just wants to be with you, loving you.
He kisses you again. His lips brushing over yours, heated, tender. His palm comes to rest on the nape of your neck, thumb chasing over the scar just underneath the hinge of your jaw. It’s a reminder of that day, the one that landed you in his life.
This thing between the two of you it doesn’t work, but Vestri doesn’t care because he needs you right now.
The problem is, he always needs you.
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bullet-prooflove · 3 months
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3500 Follow Celebration: Updated!
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bullet-prooflove · 2 months
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Freedom of Information: Detective Elijah Vestri x Reader (The Rookie)
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The two of you can’t be together, Elijah knows that. However it doesn’t stop him from turning up at your place when he sees the Freedom of Information requests coming across his desk.  He sifts through them before sighing because you’re putting yourself in the thick of it yet again despite the fact he’d begged you not to.
When he comes over that night he fully intends to read you the riot act, to remind you what happened the last time you wrote an investigative piece on a prolific gang but the instant he lays eyes on you, he’s sucked into your orbit all over again. You’re wearing that pretty pink robe he likes, the one he fucked you in the first time and that sense memory, it just takes over.
Somehow he ends up in exactly the same position as he did back then, sitting on your couch with your straddling his lap. He doesn’t know how the hell this happens, there’s just something about you that’s so God damn intoxicating.
“Promise me you’ll stay out of trouble.” He mumbles against your skin, his heated mouth ghosting along the line of your jaw.
“You know I can’t do that.” You murmur as his lips trailed lower, his skilled palms pushing the robe down your shoulders.
Elijah huffs his displeasure against the curve of your throat and your hands thread through his hair, tugging at the roots in just the right way. He hisses, grinding up against you as you guide his gaze up to meet yours.
“It goes both ways Elijah.” You remind him. “I wouldn’t expect you to do the same thing.”
No you don’t and that’s the crux of it all, the reason you can’t be together.
The two of you, you’re exactly the same. You will run headlong into danger, no matter what the cost.
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bullet-prooflove · 3 months
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Detective Elijah Vestri Masterlist
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Promises - Vestri asks you to make him a promise, one he knows you're not going to keep.
Freedom of Information - Vestri confronts you when FOI paperwork comes across his desk.
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bullet-prooflove · 3 months
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3500 Follower Celebration
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bullet-prooflove · 3 months
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3500 Follower Celebration!
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bullet-prooflove · 3 months
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Adding to Ask List: Detective Elijah Vestri (The Rookie)
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astridstorm · 5 years
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Sermon for the Third Sunday after Pentecost
So, it was three years ago almost to the day that I stood up here for the first time, June 26, 2016. Just curious, I looked back at my calendar from three years ago. Here were some of the things on it: Dinner at Barbara and John Palmer’s. (Who are Barbara and John Palmer?) No, I didn’t really write that, but I was thinking it at the time. They were so kind as to invite my family to dinner in those first days here, as did Patrick and Deidre Wynne. 
This was sobering. My first week: Monday June 20 (first day), 7:30 pm wedding meeting; Tuesday June 21, 7:30 - 9:30 pm vestry meeting; Wednesday June 22, 7-9 pm finance meeting; Friday June 24, 7 pm wedding rehearsal; Saturday June 25, 1:30 pm wedding; Sunday June 26, first Sunday in Scarsdale. You definitely didn’t ease me into the job!
In my sermon from three years ago on this day, which was on these very same readings (we’re on a 3-year cycle), I pointed out that Jesus begins here his journey to Jerusalem that lasts all the way from now through the summer and up to Advent. We’ll be reading these stories for a while. But it seemed to me kind of significant that the story for today was about embarking on something new.
This time around I feel like I can be more candid than I was then about what it’s like to start something new; about our inner resistance to it, and the strength it takes to overcome that resistance, make a change, and then keep on going forward, into the future. I was there three years ago, but I know we’ve all been there, once, maybe many more times in our lives.
We meet in this Gospel lesson three people along the way. They’re a contrast to Jesus’ resolve -- he “sets his face” toward Jerusalem, an expression that means He’s ready for this. He’s on his way. No looking back. They’re also a contrast to the resolve Elisha showed in our Old Testament lesson when he cut up his plough, burned it, and followed his new teacher and mentor Elijah, just like that. For that matter, they’re a contrast to the resolute disciples, who drop everything, their nets, their livelihoods, their families, to follow Jesus. For these three in today’s Gospel reading, it’s different.
The first person to approach Jesus says “I will follow you wherever you go.” To which Jesus replies, “Foxes have holes, birds of the air have nests, but the son of man has nowhere to lay his head.” In other words, this is going to be a trying journey. If you follow me, I can’t guarantee comfort. You might experience just the opposite: no rest, no shelter, a lot of disorientation, displacement and discomfort. We don’t know what happens to that would-be follower, but he seems to just disappear. 
Jesus actually calls out to the next person in the story. “Follow me” he says. And the reply is “Lord, first let me go and bury my father.” To which Jesus says “Let the dead bury their own dead.” There was a time when this expression was fairly familiar to your average person, back when our culture was more biblically literate. Let the dead bury their own dead. It’s harsh. 
Karl Marx loved this expression, atheist though he was. He used it many times, in speeches and in writing. He thought it was about making a radical break from the past. Creating something new: leave the dead, the past, behind, where it belongs. The world needs something unlike what we’ve tried before. I read somewhere else that a World War II soldier included this saying among his things, like his dog tags, that would be found should he die on the battlefield. He meant it for his friends, to let them know it was OK to move on without him after he died, and to go on living their lives without guilt or sorrow over him. Let the dead bury their own dead.
We don’t hear this much any more, but as an admonishment not to be pulled too much by the past that you can’t move into the future, it really works. Jesus’ listener in this passage, though, can’t hear it. He too (as far as we know), disappears. 
The third person in our reading comes bounding up and says “ I will follow you, Lord,” but then he adds to that “but let me first say farewell to those at my home.” We’re meant to think of Elisha and Elijah in the Old Testament passage we just read. Remember how I once said the Bible is hyperlinked? One passage, links to another, and to another, and on and on. Elijah let Elisha go home and say goodbye. Surely this was a reasonable request for this person to make. But Jesus responds: “No one who puts a hand to the plow and looks back is fit for the kingdom of God.” 
Making a change is demanding. It’s hard. Jesus’ honesty about this is hard to argue with if you’ve been through it before. When I was three months into my time here, that would have been in September/October, I had a recurring dream at night. My prior church (this is for real) was nestled between the Hudson River and the Metro North tracks, where there was a station. The tracks and the river were each about a stone’s throw in either direction. I had a recurring dream that I had left a baby on the New Hamburg train platform, and only after 3 months going about my life did I remember it (or him, or her).  
In my waking life, I was trying very hard to embrace my new life, not to worry about or be pulled backward emotionally by my prior church and all the people I’d gotten to know and love over ten years there. And yet our dreams sometimes take on the emotions we can’t deal with during the day. It went on for seven more months, this dream, until the new priest there, an incredible person, took over. The church was my abandoned baby, and I could only stop dreaming about it when I knew some other mother had taken it to her breast. 
I guess this is simply to say, the pull of the past on me that first year was significant, and it was everything I could do to keep my hand on the plow and not look back and so mess up the furrow I was making. And that’s an experience familiar to all of us. Whether it’s a move, a divorce, a death -- the three most stressful things in life -- whether it’s a new direction taken, a job change, a crisis of faith or a serious health setback. These three characters in today’s Gospel lesson ring familiar. Jesus’ advice to them, which they can’t hear but hopefully we can, is Keep Moving Forward. The future waits, and even though getting there may involve pain and discomfort, once you do get there you’ll realize why the journey was so worth setting out on. Amen.
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