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Saturday, September 21, 2013
Another crack in the rainbow stained glass ceiling!
Episcopal Bishops Robinson and Glasspool were part of the great cloud of witnesses celebrating the ordination of the Rev. Dr. R. Guy Erwin as a bishop in the Lutheran Church (ELCA) on Saturday, September 21, 2013
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Gene Robinson Returns to All Saints, Pasadena
"God Believes in Love" with Bishop Gene Robinson
We are delighted to welcome back to All Saints Church our friend, ally and partner in just-peacemaking, Bishop Gene Robinson -- recently retired as the 9th Bishop of New Hampshire. Come hear how he is continuing to live out his vocation as a prophetic voice for compassion, justice and equality as a Senior Fellow with the Center for American Progress -- using his platform to make God's love tangible 24/7.
Bishop Robinson will speak in the Rector's Forum at 10:15 and preach at both the 9:00 & 11:15am services. Both the Forum and 11:15 service will be live-streamed, so if you can't be with us in person, tune in!
For more information email info@allsaints-pas.org or call 626.796.1172
Monday, September 16, 2013
Prayer in the face of yet more gun violence
O God of Life, Creator of the universe, Sustainer of all, we come before you in sorrow and anger at the killing on our streets and in our schools, workplaces and houses of worship. We come in repentance at our own participation in the culture of violence in our land. We come in hope borne of past victories over injustice, asking for strength and clarity and fortitude, that we might bring about transformation in our laws, in the ways we resolve conflict and address fear, in our tolerance for violence, in the hearts of our leaders and our fellow Americans. May we become a people who put our trust in You, not in our weapons. By your mighty power, and in your overwhelming love, renew our vision for peace and safety in our land, beginning with us today, we pray. Amen.
[source: Interfaith Council of Southwestern CT]
Sunday, September 15, 2013
"The Blue Green Hills of Earth: -- AKA Homecoming 2013 @ASCpas
Yep, it was a grand and glorious beginning to the 2013/2014 Program Year. Full church, choirs back, food and music on the lawn, the rector in the pulpit and ... well, see for yourself:
AND if you want to hear what in my considered opinion was his "best ever" Homecoming Sermon, check out Ed Bacon's "We Can Find Our Way:"
And what do we do for an encore, you might be wondering? Well, glad you asked! Next week is our Annual Celebration of Ministries Blow Out ... AND we're welcoming back our friend Bishop Gene Robinson to the pulpit and Rector's Forum.
Happy Homecoming, Everybody!
AND if you want to hear what in my considered opinion was his "best ever" Homecoming Sermon, check out Ed Bacon's "We Can Find Our Way:"
And what do we do for an encore, you might be wondering? Well, glad you asked! Next week is our Annual Celebration of Ministries Blow Out ... AND we're welcoming back our friend Bishop Gene Robinson to the pulpit and Rector's Forum.
Happy Homecoming, Everybody!
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
9/11 Remembered
Eleven years ago today I celebrated for the first time at the All Saints Church altar. The occasion was the first anniversary of what has come to be known as simply "9/11" -- and this is the reflection I wrote following that service.
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The candles massed in front of the altar burn in tribute to the names being read from the lectern – Naomi Leah Solomon, Daniel W. Song, Michael C. Soresse, Fabian Soto – as other names scroll above the altar projected on a video screen – John Bentley Works, William Wren, Sandra Wright, Myrna Yashkulka.
The church is silent save for the reading of the names and the careful footsteps of those who come forward to light a candle -- the gentle thud of a kneeler lowered for prayer --the quiet rustle of pages turned in a prayer book.
“American Airline Flight 11”– Anna Allison, David Lawrence Angell, Lynn Edwards Angell, Seima Aoyamma. The names began at 5:46 – the west coast moment when the first plane struck – and will continue through the morning until we gather for Eucharist at noon. The table is already set. The red frontal – blood of martyrs – covers the altar. The chalice is vested, the missal marked. The credence table is ready, too: flagons of wine, silver chalices and ciborium lined up – ready to hold the holy food and drink of new and unending life we will share here at All Saints Church.
“All Saints.” Charles’ deep voice breaks the silence as he begins reading the next segment of the list of names: “World Trade Center, continued” – Paul Riza, John Frank Rizzo, Stephen Luis Roch, Leo Roberts. I remember the ancient words of comfort from the prophet Isaiah, “I have called you by name and you are mine.” As Charles tolls the names of the dead that assurance echoes again and again in my head. These names I do not know – some I cannot even pronounce – each and every one known to God. Beloved of God.
“United Airlines Flight 93”: Christine Adams, Lorraine Berg, Todd Beamer, Alan Beaven. Gone from our sight yet gathered into God’s embrace -- seated at the heavenly banquet we can but glimpse through the sacrament we are preparing to share -- the offering of praise and thanksgiving we will present at this altar.
I look again at the ciborium massed on the credence table – the candles flickering in the polished silver – the light of lives lost reflected in the vessels holding the bread of life. It staggers the mind to consider what they represent – the magnitude of the collective loss of love, joy, hope and possibilities taken on that day a year ago with such sudden unexpectedness.
Takashi Ogawa. Albert Ogletree. Gerald Michael Olcott. The pain of death and loss mingles mysteriously in the promise of life and hope. Body and Blood. Bread and Wine. Strength for the journey and hope for the future. Hope for a world where differences enrich rather than divide. Hope for the end of wars waged in the name of the God who created us not to destroy but to love each other.
Dipti Patel. James Matthew Patrick. Sharon Christina Millan Paz. “Whoever you are and wherever you find yourself on your journey of faith there is a place for you here.” Thanks be to God. Alleluia. Amen.
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The candles massed in front of the altar burn in tribute to the names being read from the lectern – Naomi Leah Solomon, Daniel W. Song, Michael C. Soresse, Fabian Soto – as other names scroll above the altar projected on a video screen – John Bentley Works, William Wren, Sandra Wright, Myrna Yashkulka.
The church is silent save for the reading of the names and the careful footsteps of those who come forward to light a candle -- the gentle thud of a kneeler lowered for prayer --the quiet rustle of pages turned in a prayer book.
“American Airline Flight 11”– Anna Allison, David Lawrence Angell, Lynn Edwards Angell, Seima Aoyamma. The names began at 5:46 – the west coast moment when the first plane struck – and will continue through the morning until we gather for Eucharist at noon. The table is already set. The red frontal – blood of martyrs – covers the altar. The chalice is vested, the missal marked. The credence table is ready, too: flagons of wine, silver chalices and ciborium lined up – ready to hold the holy food and drink of new and unending life we will share here at All Saints Church.
“All Saints.” Charles’ deep voice breaks the silence as he begins reading the next segment of the list of names: “World Trade Center, continued” – Paul Riza, John Frank Rizzo, Stephen Luis Roch, Leo Roberts. I remember the ancient words of comfort from the prophet Isaiah, “I have called you by name and you are mine.” As Charles tolls the names of the dead that assurance echoes again and again in my head. These names I do not know – some I cannot even pronounce – each and every one known to God. Beloved of God.
“United Airlines Flight 93”: Christine Adams, Lorraine Berg, Todd Beamer, Alan Beaven. Gone from our sight yet gathered into God’s embrace -- seated at the heavenly banquet we can but glimpse through the sacrament we are preparing to share -- the offering of praise and thanksgiving we will present at this altar.
I look again at the ciborium massed on the credence table – the candles flickering in the polished silver – the light of lives lost reflected in the vessels holding the bread of life. It staggers the mind to consider what they represent – the magnitude of the collective loss of love, joy, hope and possibilities taken on that day a year ago with such sudden unexpectedness.
Takashi Ogawa. Albert Ogletree. Gerald Michael Olcott. The pain of death and loss mingles mysteriously in the promise of life and hope. Body and Blood. Bread and Wine. Strength for the journey and hope for the future. Hope for a world where differences enrich rather than divide. Hope for the end of wars waged in the name of the God who created us not to destroy but to love each other.
Dipti Patel. James Matthew Patrick. Sharon Christina Millan Paz. “Whoever you are and wherever you find yourself on your journey of faith there is a place for you here.” Thanks be to God. Alleluia. Amen.
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
#AdvancingTheDream on @MSNBC
Thursday, September 05, 2013
#NATL Project -- "Not All Like That Christians"
It's the brainchild of Dan Savage of "It Gets Better" fame -- a series of videos launched on a platform designed to give voice to Christians who keep explaining that we're "not all like that" in response to the rabid rhetoric of the religious right ... in rebuttal to the Pat Robertsons, Michele Bachmanns and Jerry Falwells.
Check out the project here ... and consider loading up your OWN witness to God's inclusive love. Seriously. We did this one in five minutes with one take. You've got your stories to tell ... and Dan Savage is giving us a platform to tell them. Ready. Set. GO!
Check out the project here ... and consider loading up your OWN witness to God's inclusive love. Seriously. We did this one in five minutes with one take. You've got your stories to tell ... and Dan Savage is giving us a platform to tell them. Ready. Set. GO!
Monday, September 02, 2013
... and it was morning and it was evening and it was a year.
It seems like it was yesterday and it seems like it was a lifetime ago.
Today as we mark the anniversary of the death of my wife, Louise Emerson Brooks, I am so deeply aware of holding in a kind of holy tension feelings of grief and gratitude; of pain and promise ... and of the profound power of hope and healing to continue to work in and through even the worst the world can do. Through cancer. Through fear and anxiety. Through loss and loneliness. Through death.
What I know more surely today than I knew a year ago today is that God IS in the roses and in the thorns. That the power working in us can absolutely do more than we can ask or imagine. And -- most importantly -- that love never dies.
In a little while I'll be heading to Santa Monica where Louise's BFF Julena will be having her annual Labor Day party. And we'll grill some burgers and drink some wine and talk about how great the Dodgers are doing and argue about what Obama should be doing (or not doing) in Syria -- (and maybe about whether Hillary will run in 2016!) And -- as I said to Julena yesterday -- where would we rather be than together making the kind of party Louise wouldn't have missed for the world?
That's really all I have to say today. Other than to thank absolutely everybody who has prayed for, reached out, supported and journeyed through this year with us -- Louise's family and friends.
Her memory continues to be blessed by all those whose "lives were closely linked" with hers -- and by your willingness to live out that great quote that she chose as her epitaph (because, being a producer, of COURSE she chose her own epitaph!): "Give all to love; obey thy heart."
Sunday, September 01, 2013
True Religion: "That which binds together people in their quest for the divine"
TRUE RELIGION
September 1,
2013 | All Saints Church, 1pm Service
Lord of all
power and might, the author and giver of all good things: Graft in our
hearts the love
of your Name; increase in us true religion; nourish us with all
goodness; and
bring forth in us the fruit of good works; through Jesus Christ our
Lord, who lives
and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God for ever and
ever. AMEN.
That is the
“Collect of the Day” –
the prayer
which began our worship this morning
as it does
every Sunday with words
intended to
summarize the themes of the lessons
appointed for
this particular day.
“True Religion” –
that’s what we
just prayed for God to increase in us.
And this
morning I am convinced that true religion
is a whole lot
easier to pray for
than it is
either to recognize or to agree on.
Here’s a
confession:
I spent a
number years
suffering from
what I can only describe as a “religion allergy.”
That is maybe a
weird admission from a priest,
but when I was
a young adult
I spent a lot of
time
explaining to
people
that I didn’t
need religion in order to be spiritual.
I also spent a
lot time avoiding attending the church I grew up in
which was so
full of rules and rituals,
do’s and
don’ts, judgment, criticism
and cranky old
people talking about the love of God and being mean to each other that there
seemed to be no actual room for GOD –
which I was
naïve enough to think
was supposed to
be the POINT of this whole thing in the first place!
It got to the
point
where religion became
a roadblock in my spiritual journey –
and so I took a
detour.
And because the
Lord works in mysterious ways,
my detour led
me back not only to the Episcopal Church of my birth
but to altar
and pulpit, to Word and Sacrament –
and to All
Saints Church!
I looked up the
word “religion” in the dictionary and here’s what I found:
it turns out to
have the same root as the word “ligament” –
that which
“binds together” –
and one of its definitions
is
“that which
binds together people in their quest for the divine.”
Not “that which
insists that our way is the only way.”
Not “that which
gives people license to villainize, exclude and even kill in God’s name.”
Not “that which
creates enough rules and restrictions that everybody you disagree with has to
stay out.”
No – the
definition is:
“That which
binds together people in their quest for the divine.”
And if that’s
true religion then that’s something I’m willing to pray for.
To work for.
Because it
turns out the allergy I had wasn’t to “religion” at all –
but to what it
had become in the hands of those
who had taken
what God intended as a means to draw all people TO God
and turned it
into a system to hold everyone they found unacceptable
AWAY from God.
And it turns
out the allergy I had was the same one Jesus had –
and acted on –
throughout the
gospels
whenever he was
confronted by the rule makers,
gate keepers
and power brokers of his generation.
People like the
synagogue leader last week
who complained
that Jesus had healed a woman on the Sabbath –
like the
Pharisees who gossiped
about his
eating with tax collectors, sinners and outcasts –
and dozens of
other examples all throughout the Bible.
“And what is
the commandment of God?”
they will later
ask –
in other words
“what IS “true religion?”
And Jesus will
tell them:
Love the Lord
your God with all your heart, soul and mind – this is the first and greatest
commandment. And the second is like unto it –love your neighbor as yourself. On
these two hang ALL the law and the prophets.
There you have
it: the essence of true religion –
that which
binds us together in our search for the divine –
turns out to be
love:
love for God
and for each other.
ANYTHING else
that we manage to create –
even our most
beloved rituals,
most comforting
routines,
most cleverly
designed systems –
can become
religious roadblocks if they themselves
become more
important to us that this walk in love,
this quest for
the divine –
this journey to
God.
We risk
abandoning the commandment of God and holding onto human tradition whenever we
create a litmus test for inclusion that is based on anything other than these
first and second commandments that our Lord calls us to honor above all others.
The “True
Religion” we inherit
equips us to be
the Body of Christ –
the hands and
feet of Jesus
in a world in
such desperate need of his healing and his love –
for as St.
Teresa’s Prayer reminds us,
Christ has no body
now but ours.
Christ has no
body now but yours,
No hands, no
feet on earth but yours
Yours are the
eyes with which he looks compassion on this world
Yours are the
feet with which he walks to do good
Yours are the
hands with which he blesses all the world
You are his
hands, you are his feet, you are his eyes, you are his Body
Christ has no
body now on earth but yours.
If we are
indeed to be that Body of Christ in the World
we need ligaments of love
which will be
limber enough to stretch
and include all
who seek a place to be received joyously,
all who desire
the food we offer as strength for the journey,
all who wish to
be bound together in a community of faith
as we journey
together in our quest for the divine.
Today we Claim
the Blessing of True Religion
as the gift God
has given us
to enable us to
do the work God has given us to do –
binding us
together as we work to become a place of radical hospitality –
where all are
received joyously:
even those we
disagree with,
even those who
wish we weren’t here;
even those who
would prefer
we would keep
someone else out.
In a moment we
will gather around this altar
and receive the
holy food and drink
which will give
us strength for this journey –
courage for this
work –
vision for the
future:
a future
wonderfully described in these words I leave you with this morning – words of a
21st century saint of the church: Dr. Louie Crew:
“I pray that we
can unite in loving one another as much as God does, so that we can
get on with the mission of loving the world.”
That’s the
blessing we claim.
That’s the True
Religion we celebrate – this day and always.
Thanks be to God.
Alleluia. Amen
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