“I bear on my body the marks of Jesus.” Galatians 6:17
Like a number of you, Allison and I have been watching the recent Ken Burns series about the Vietnam War. Like so many of his other documentaries, it carefully weaves together the story of that troubled era, placing each major leader and event in its proper place. It also has that human touch that marks Burns’ storytelling, breaking the wide narrative to focus on the experiences of ordinary people who patrolled the jungles, marched in protest and captured it all behind the lens of a camera.
In his Civil War epic, Burns was restricted to diaries and letters, but for this series, he and his crew interviewed dozens of people, American and Vietnamese, about what they had seen and felt. It was striking how vividly these men and women could recall the events of a half century ago: the sounds of exploding shells, the feel of boots sloughing through the rice paddies. Several of them pulled up a pantleg or unbuttoned a shirt to reveal the traces of old wounds. I can remember that day because I see it every day. I am marked forever.
My mind goes immediately to King Henry’s words in the English camp before the Battle of Agincourt:
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'
Musings about the spiritual life and the mission of the Church by an Episcopal parish priest.
Showing posts with label St. Paul. Show all posts
Showing posts with label St. Paul. Show all posts
Tuesday, October 10, 2017
Wednesday, August 5, 2015
God Gave the Growth
“I planted, Apollos watered, but God
gave the growth.” I Cor. 3:6
My family and I were delighted to receive the call from God
to come and join you at Saint Timothy’s.
I look forward to leading you during this time of transition as you say
farewell to Father Brad, and prepare in time to receive the ministry of a new
permanent rector. It has been a special
gift to be able to work alongside Father Brad for nearly a month. It’s lifted a bit of the burden from both of
us, and he has helped me to understand many different ways that God is doing
wonderful things among you.
I can certainly understand why
you have come to love him so much. He is
a man of great compassion and wisdom, and you bear the stamp of his leadership
in many ways (as I’m sure you do also of your associate rectors and those who
lead you before he arrived). Father
Brad’s insistence on God’s love for all people has shaped your active mission
program and gathered together a deeply diverse and open-hearted
congregation. I know that you will all
want to take time in the next few weeks to speak or write to him, thanking him
for the way he has helped you to grow in faith and discipleship. You will also want to spend time praying for
him and his family as he discerns how to continue using his gifts in
retirement.
Saturday, June 13, 2015
Saying Farewell
The following was my final column in the Christ Church Chronicle, June-August, 2015
As I prepare to leave this congregation and
community, I have been thinking a great deal about the Bible’s many
farewells. Some, like Jacob’s farewell
to his wily uncle Laban were testy moments, with tension just below the
surface. Others, like Moses’ valedictory
sermon (the whole Book of Deuteronomy), Jacob’s parting blessings for his sons,
and Christ’s glorious ascension were uplifting and consoling times, full of
healing and guidance for the future.
Saint Paul’s farewell to the Church at Ephesus,
which is recounted at length in Acts chapter 20 is probably my favorite
Biblical farewell. Saint Paul was the
first to bring the Gospel of Christ to Ephesus, and he had raised up a
congregation of believers there and trained new leaders to oversee the church’s
work. But Saint Paul was a missionary,
and in time he was called on by the Spirit to serve in a new place, among
unfamiliar people. The Ephesian elders
accompanied him to his boat, St. Luke remembered, with prayers and tears. And there on the beach, he offered a final
sermon.
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