From Amelie, with Love
Rector’s Blog
Lord, Make Us Instruments of Your Peace.
This Sunday we celebrate the Feast Day of St. Francis, the 12th century Italian friar who was known for his love of the natural world and dedication to peaceful relationships between all of God’s creatures – humans, animals, and plants, “Brother Sun, Sister moon, wind and water.” So, I think it is fitting that for the third week in a row, our gospel reading offers us a parable about a vineyard.
Love, have mercy.
During this week that we give thanks for the life of Ruth Bader Ginsberg, who dedicated her life tirelessly to promote equal rights and equal opportunity for all people, I offer this prayer by Steve Garnass Holmes. I hope that it comes as a blessing to you in a time so dearly in need of God’s justice, mercy and love.
Are you first, last, or both?
Dear Friends:
In the Gospel lesson appointed for this Sunday, Jesus leaves us with a story about the laborers who are hired by a landowner to work in his vineyard, some for the full day, some for part of the day, some for the last hour. All are glad for the work, but when evening comes, they all receive the same pay.
Ongoing communion with one another
Dear Friends,
This coming Sunday, we will join with many of the parishes in the Diocese of Virginia to worship online with our bishops for a service of Morning Prayer. This is a gift from the diocesan staff to us, and a way to unite our 129 parishes over Labor Day weekend.
“How beautiful are the feet of those who bring Good News!”
Dear Friends,
In this week’s reading from Paul’s letter to the Romans, Paul encourages the people of the newly founded church in Rome to go out and spread the good news of God’s saving love for all people….all people. Using his nifty tools of persuasion, he reminds them, “How are people to believe in one of whom they have never heard? And how will they hear, unless you all go out and tell them!” Paul concludes:
“As it is written, how beautiful are the feet of those who bring Good News!”
What does it mean to “glorify” God?
Dear Friends,
When I was in seminary, I had the benefit of studying with students from a variety of denominations, and was also exposed to their doctrines and confessional books. Some of these challenged my own understanding of God, and some offered me a richer vocabulary for thinking about God. In the Westminster Shorter Catechism of 1647, a defining document for the Presbyterian Church, it states succinctly that our “chief end is to glorify God and to enjoy God forever.” I have never forgotten this.
Dear Friends:
In our Gospel reading for this Sunday, we will hear Mark’s version of Jesus’ forty days in wilderness. His telling of the story is very short. He says only that Jesus was tempted by Satan, was with wild beasts and was ministered to by angels.
I have always assumed that the wild beasts Jesus encountered in this story were dangerous, antagonistic creatures, symbolic of the obstacles and adversaries that threaten our wellbeing and get in our way. But this year, I spent some time with some alternative scholarship on this text that focuses on the Greek word for “with,” a word which connotes collaboration, communion, commonality of purpose. Jesus was “with” the wild beasts.
Could it be that these wild things Jesus encountered in the wilderness grew to be his companions, and not his adversaries? Could it be that reference to wild creatures is intended to remind us of the reconciliation depicted by the Prophet Isaiah in his vision of a “Peaceable Kingdom,” where the wolf lives with the lamb, the leopard lies down with the kid, the calf and the lion and the fatling together? (Is. 11:6)
Might this be invitation to us during this season of Lent to re-fashion our attitude toward the “wild things” in our own lives, embracing them as an opportunity for reconciliation, companionship, and peace?
With this in mind I offer you this poem by Wendall Berry, one of my favorites:
The Peace of Wild Things*
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
May your first week of Lent be holy and blessed,
Amelie+
*Wendall Berry, in The Selected Poems of Wendall Berry (Kindle Version)