Sunday, April 26, 2020

Living With the Mind in the Heart: Sermon for the Third Sunday of Easter




Our scripture readings this morning are from the Acts of the Apostles and the Gospel according to Luke.   Both texts are written by the same author; the Acts of the Apostles is the sequel to Luke’s Gospel.  Luke records Jesus’ life, death, resurrection and ascension into heaven.  The Book of Acts picks up the story at the ascension, and continues with a depiction of the life of the early church, centered around the ministries of St. Peter and St. Paul, as it spreads from Jerusalem to Rome, the center of the known world. 

There are a number of themes that weave together the two-volume work of Luke-Acts.  Today’s readings highlight the theme of the spiritual heart.   Note that in Acts, as Peter concludes his inaugural sermon, we are told that his listeners were “cut to the heart,”  and when they ask him what they should do in response to his teaching, Peter says to them, “Change your hearts.”[1]  Our translation reads, “Repent,” but as David Bentley Hart points out,  a more literal translation of metanoeรต is “change your mind” or, better, “change your heart.”[2] 

In Luke’s account of the appearance of the Risen Jesus to the two disciples on the road to Emmaus, Jesus chides them for their hearts being slow to believe the prophets.[3]  Later, after the two realize that the stranger they encountered on the road is the Risen Jesus, they exclaim to each other, “Were not our hearts burning within us while he was talking to us on the road, while he was opening the scriptures to us?”[4]

What is this spiritual heart?  Why does it need to change?

In the Bible, as well as later Jewish and Christian traditions, the “heart” is an image for the core of each human being.  It is the seat of our capacity for intuitive knowing and the center of our deep affections, those fundamental dispositions or attitudes that align our actions with the perception of truth.  The “heart” is the place of encounter with the mystery we call “God,” the place of profound communion with reality. 

The Torah teaches that God’s instruction “is not too baffling for you, nor is it beyond reach . . . No, the thing is very close to you, in your mouth and in your heart, to observe it.”[5] The Psalmist prays, “Fashion a pure heart for me, O God; create in me a steadfast spirit.   Do not cast me out of Your presence, or take Your holy spirit away from me.”[6]  The heart is the throne of the glory of God, the place where the shekinah, the Presence of God, dwells and instructs us.  St. Paul echoes these words when, writing of our hope in sharing the glory of God, he says “hope does not disappoint us, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit that has been given to us.”[7]  God dwells in you – in your spiritual heart. 

But, as the Torah also teaches, our hearts can turn away from God and refuse to heed God’s word, cutting ourselves off from the love that gives life.[8]  Our heart can become enclosed within itself, walled off from God’s Presence.  So the Psalmist warns, “Do not harden your hearts”[9] and the prophets promise that God will give us a new heart and a new spirit, replacing our heart of stone with a heart of flesh so that we might again love God with all our heart.[10]  We are all susceptible to the malady of sklericardia – hardness of heart – and the consequences can be quite serious; even deadly.  And so Jesus places at the center of his message of good news the invitation, “Change your heart!” It is a call to open our hearts to the Presence of God, the wellspring of love the gives life to the world.

Conversion, then, is not a just matter of repentance in the sense of feeling bad about our moral failings.  It goes deeper than that.  Conversion is a willingness to have our hearts softened to become receptive to the divine invitations to love; to become vulnerable to God; to live and act and choose with a heart that beats in time with God’s heart. 

In her book, Dakota, Kathleen Norris records a conversation that she had with a Benedictine monk that describes this larger understanding of conversion.  She writes that 

Repentance means "not primarily. . . ." a sense of regret but a "renunciation of narrow and sectarian human views that are not large enough for God's mystery." It means recognizing that we have not always seen grace where it exists in the world, and agreeing "to turn away from a stubborn and obdurate position that cannot accept what is new and different and therefore cannot entertain God's mysterious ways." The word "entertain" is used advisedly here, as the monk goes on to speak of hospitality: "the classic sign of [our] acceptance of God's mystery is welcoming and making room for the stranger, the other, the surprising, the unlooked for and the unwanted."[11]

The invitation to “change your heart” refers to this softening and enlarging of the spiritual heart to make room for God.  It refers to a change in how we perceive reality that inflames the deep affections of the heart, reorienting us toward God and aligning our desire with God’s desire.  We begin to imagine new possibilities and act in new ways, with a sense of inner spaciousness and freedom.

This is precisely what we see happening to Cleopas and his unnamed companion on their way to Emmaus (I suspect it was his wife, since the gospel writers seem to have such a hard time remembering women’s names).   They are weighed down with confusion and grief at the death of their friend and teacher, in whom they had invested their hopes for the renewal of their world; a hope that has been shattered.  They have heard rumors that the tomb is empty and that their hope is still very much alive, but their eyes were kept from seeing the truth even when Jesus is right in front of them.  Their hearts were hardened.  They couldn’t see a way forward. 

But when this stranger appears on the road, the disciples begin to open their hearts to him.  Their vulnerability relaxes their defenses enough to reignite the flame of love.  Their hearts begin to burn within them.  This stranger invites them to reimagine the story they have been telling themselves about themselves in light of scripture, opening up new possibilities for perceiving and responding to God’s invitations to love even in the midst of loss and death and despair.  Their hearts begin to expand with an enlarged capacity for compassion.  They receive this stranger as a friend, a brother, and offer him hospitality.  From their enclosure in self-pity they reopen to the world in unselfconscious service.

When they break bread together, their eyes are opened and in the very moment that they recognize the stranger as the Risen Jesus, he disappears.  The Jesus they knew and loved has gone ahead of them into the fullness of communion with God; a communion in which we all share.  They realize that God dwells in them, in their spiritual heart; the spacious field of awareness illumined by God’s love in which nothing and no one ever is lost. 

In her inimitable way, St. Teresa of Avila once wrote, “The center of our soul is difficult to define.  It’s hard enough just to believe in it.”[12]  The spiritual heart, the seat of God’s Presence within us, is as great a mystery as God.  We don’t always trust the deep desires of our heart, even if we are conscious of them.  To paraphrase Brother Lawrence of the Resurrection, we might be surprised to discover what our heart is saying to God.  It takes courage to live with our mind in our spiritual heart, to cultivate awareness of what our heart is saying to God. 

But when we do, as Tilden Edwards assures us,  Our hearts then are open doors through which we most directly realize Radiant Love as the divine heart of reality.  Our deepest identity, our core being, is a unique, dynamic, free shaping of that Love.”[13]  This awareness is what the disciples perceived when their eyes were opened through the words of scripture and the breaking of bread with Jesus.  Their hearts were changed, opening up a new future for them and for the world. 

This is not the world we were expecting.  As we shelter in place, with tens of thousands of people dying and millions more facing economic collapse, we are more than a little confused and afraid, perhaps even feeling powerless if not hopeless.  It is tempting to harden our hearts and retreat into self-centered defensiveness, wanting to protect ourselves.  But as followers of Jesus, we are committed to living with our mind in our hearts, open to the divine love that renews life.   

Right here, right now, the most valuable contribution we can make to the healing of the world is our willingness to cultivate intentional awareness of our spiritual heart, and the freedom to respond to its invitations to love.  To love even when it is scary.  To love even when it is hard.  To love even when we aren’t sure it will make any difference at all.   To love until we have nothing left to give but love.

Life does not move backwards.  Nor should we wish it to.  As Sonya Renee Taylor recently posted, 
We will not go back to normal.  Normal never was.  Our pre-corona existence was not normal other than we normalized greed, inequity, exhaustion, depletion, extraction, disconnection, confusion, rage, hoarding, hate and lack.  We should not long to return, my friends.  We are being given the opportunity to stitch a new garment.  One that fits all of humanity and nature.[14]

I think Taylor is naming a deep desire of the heart.  Will we listen to what our heart is saying to God?  How w

ill we respond to the divine invitation to love?  Could it be that in the midst of this terrible tragedy, new life, a new way of being human together, is being born?  Are our eyes open to perceive what the spiritual heart already knows? 

Change your heart and trust the good news.  Amen.



[1] Acts 2:37-38.
[2] David Bentley Hart, The New Testament: A Translation (New Haven: Yale University Press, 2017), p. 560
[3] Luke 24:25.
[4] Luke 24:32.
[5] Deuteronomy 30:11, 14 (TANAKH).
[6] Psalm 51:12-13 (TANAKH).
[7] Romans 5:5 (NRSV).
[8] Deuteronomy 30:6,15-20.
[9] Psalm 95:8 (NRSV).
[10] See for example, Jeremiah 24:7; 32:39 and Ezekiel 18:31; 36:26 – recalling Deuteronomy 30:6.
[11] Kathleen Norris, Dakota: A Spiritual Geography (New York:  Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Co., 1993), p. 197.
[12] Quoted in Martin Laird, A Sunlit Absence: Silence, Awareness, and Contemplation (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 2011), p. 59.
[13] Tilden Edwards, public lecture, Shalem Institute for Spiritual Formation, January, 2009.

Sunday, April 12, 2020

The Treasure in the Cave: An Easter Vigil Sermon




“Where you stumble, there your treasure lies,” writes Joseph Campbell. “The very cave you are afraid to enter turns out to be the source of what you are looking for.  The damned thing in the cave, that was so dreaded, has become the center.”[1]

The “damned thing in the cave” right now is the COVID-19 pandemic and it has become the center of our lives.  We are all stumbling over it in various ways – some much more than others.  People of color and economically disadvantaged folks are disproportionately impacted by it.  This is starkly clear in places like Louisiana, where 70% of COVID-19 cases are African-Americans, who constitute only 30% of the population.[2]  This isn’t just a natural disaster.  It reveals long-standing cracks and inequities in our society.  It is also very clear in our city’s callous disregard for our unhoused neighbors during this pandemic. 

For weeks, faith leaders, homeless advocates, and shelter service providers literally begged Mayor London Breed and her administration to rapidly move them from the streets and crowded shelters into the vast reserve of vacant hotel rooms.  They are among the most vulnerable members of our community.  Homelessness is always a public health crisis, but never more so than now.  We have more than 8,000 people in our city with no place to shelter at home.

City leaders said, “It isn’t fiscally prudent.”  “It isn’t medically necessary.”  “We will make decisions based on science.”  Yet, more than a month ago the county’s health officer said that using hotel rooms was the best solution for protecting the unhoused population.  Beth Stokes, the Executive Director of Episcopal Community Services, the City’s largest shelter provider, told me that “the only thing that will work is hotel rooms.”[3] 

Meanwhile, shelter workers were left without protective gear or the means to screen themselves and their clients, because the Department of Public Health didn’t consider them to be front-line workers.  Shelters don’t contract with DPH; they contract with the Department of Homelessness and Supportive Housing, so it wasn’t their problem.  There was no access to testing. 

Then, last weekend, three shelter residents tested positive for the coronavirus; two of them in the MSC-South shelter, the largest in the San Francisco.  The City continued to drag its feet about moving people into hotel rooms.  On Friday, the Mayor announced that there were now 70 coronavirus cases in the MSC-South shelter, 68 residents and two staff.  Two of them are seriously ill; one has been hospitalized.  But the Mayor assured us at her press conference, “The fact is we were on top of it.”[4]

Our city’s leaders were not on top of it.  They foolishly insisted that hotel rooms be reserved only for those already sick or exposed, putting lives at risk even as they rightly understood that the rest of us needed to shelter at home.  They hardened their hearts to the cries of their people and prioritized budgets over human lives.  I wish I could say this was due to incompetence, but the City’s otherwise effective response belies that possibility.[5]  This was a matter of indifference – moral indifference – to structural inequities rooted in a long history of injustice that sacrifices the lives of the many on the altar of privilege and prosperity for some. They just were not thought worth protecting.

What is true in our City is only magnified across the country, where the Trump administrations combination of incompetence and indifference has turned the cracks in our collective life into a yawning fissure.[6]  But if this pandemic is drawing attention to well-known problems, however frequently denied or ignored, it also underscores the urgent need to address them.   A month into quarantine, we find ourselves at the entrance to the cave.  We are tired.  We are brokenhearted.  We are afraid.  Dare we go in?  How could we possibly find our treasure there?

Tonight we heard the story of two women, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary, who went to the cave.[7]  Our text says they went to the “tomb,” but the tomb was actually a cave dug out of limestone outside the city walls.  It was a cave with a large stone rolled into the opening to seal it.  It contained what they most feared: the death of their beloved friend and teacher; the death of their hope. 

This friend died because he stood in solidarity with the disposable people of his time and place.  He was executed by the state because his compassion for the vulnerable and outcast, his tireless efforts to organize a movement to secure their dignity and create a just society, threatened those whose privilege depended upon maintenance of the status quo.  Jesus, their friend, was sacrificed by the civic authorities because he refused to be complicit with a system built on the cruel sacrifice of the lives of countless people, day in and day out.  Jesus willingly entered the cave for them. 

The two Mary’s must have been courageous women.  Sure, they were afraid, but courage is not the absence of fear.  It is the willingness to act in spite of one’s fear.  It is the willingness to act from the heart – cor in Latin and corage in Old French means heart – the seat of compassion.  Compassion is the wellspring of courage that empowers us to go to the cave.  It took Jesus all the way inside, and these women to its very mouth.

It took courage for them to go there and trust in God, by whose power the stone was rolled away.  It is God whose power overcomes the fear-based barriers that keep us from finding the treasure in the cave.   It was by God’s creative power that a cosmos came out of chaos![8]  It was by God’s mighty power that an enslaved people were liberated from the oppressive grip of empire![9]  It was by God’s healing power that a people in exile, a community of dry bones, was inspired with new life![10]  It is God who provides the  courage and faith to enter the cave. 

When the cave was opened, the women discovered that Jesus was no longer there; instead of tragedy they found treasure.  In Christ Jesus, God is revealed, as God always has been revealed, as One who goes before us into the cave, into the place of fear and despair and death, bearing the gifts of reconciliation, hope, and new life.  The sacrificial love of Jesus is the treasure, and it overcomes the power of sin and death. 

When Mary Magdalene and Mary discover the treasure, Jesus instructs them to tell the other disciples that he has gone ahead of them to Galilee to meet them there; Galilee, the place where it all began.  Jesus has gone ahead of them to prepare the way for a new beginning.  The stone is rolled away, the cave cannot contain the treasure:  it is always breaking free and gifting each generation with the courage and faith needed to begin again.

This holy night, we recommit ourselves to claim this treasure even in the cave of the COVID-19 pandemic.  We will enter the cave witnessing to the God for whom there are no disposable people.  Jesus has gone ahead of us to create a new beginning in which we can repair the death-dealing inequality and injustice in our city and in our world.  May God give us the courage and faith we need to go there, trusting that there will be resurrection on the other side of this pandemic.  Amen.



[1] Quoted in Padraig O Tuama, In the Shelter: Finding a home in the world (London: Hodder & Stoughton Ltd., 2015).
[2] Lauren Zanolli, “Data from US south shows African Americans hit hardest by COVID-19,” The Guardian (April 8, 2020) accessed online at https://www.theguardian.com/world/2020/apr/08/black-americans-coronavirus-us-south-data.
[3] Personal communication, April 9, 2020.
[4] Julian Mark and Lydia Chavez, “’Outbreak’ at SF’s largest homeless shelter, as 70 test positive for COVID-19 – shelter to become medical facility,” Mission Local (April 19,2020) accessed online at https://missionlocal.org/2020/04/outbreak-at-sfs-largest-homeless-shelter-as-70-test-positive-for-covid-19/.
[5] Russell Berman, “The City That Has Flattened the Coronavirus Curve,” The Atlantic accessed online at https://www.theatlantic.com/politics/archive/2020/04/coronavirus-san-francisco-london-breed/609808/.
[6] Eric Lipton, David E. Sanger, Maggie Haberman, Michael D. Shear, Mark Mazzetti and Julian E. Barnes, “He Could Have Seen What Was Coming: Behind Trump’s Failure On The Virus,” The New York Times (April 11, 2020) accessed online at https://www.nytimes.com/2020/04/11/us/politics/coronavirus-trump-response.html?action=click&module=Top%20Stories&pgtype=Homepage.
[7] Matthew 28:1-10.
[8] Genesis 1:1-2:4a.
[9] Exodus 14:10-31; 15:20-21.
[10] Ezekiel 37:1-14.

Sunday, April 5, 2020

The Church Has Left The Building: Sermon for Palm Sunday in a Pandemic






Recently, I saw a picture of a church with a big outdoor signboard on the front lawn.  The message on the signboard read, “The church has left the building.” 


“The church has left the building.” 

This is a powerful message about life under quarantine, expressing both the anxiety and the tremendous opportunity created by the disruption of our normal routines and relationships.   We like being church in our building, even though we know intellectually that the church is not a physical structure.   Our building is beautiful, safe, comforting.  It is familiar.  We know how to operate within its walls.  It is no accident that I’ve chosen to be in the chapel for our virtual worship gatherings.

But the church is not a building.  It is a community of people, a network of relationships, collectively embodying the presence of Christ in the world.  “Let the same mind be in you that was in Christ Jesus,”[1] Paul writes to his beloved friends in Philippi.  The church is not just supposed to worship Christ, but to be Christ.  Christ cannot be contained within the walls of a building.  The church has left the building because that is the only way we can be the church, the body of Christ, in the world. 

Being the church in this way makes us vulnerable to the suffering and joy of life.   In this time of quarantine, in which we are all affected by the global coronavirus pandemic, we are compelled to acknowledge our vulnerability.  We are “out there,” with everybody else in this crisis.  We don’t have the luxury of retreating behind the safety of these walls. 

Still, it is tempting to try to do so.  Last week, St. Aidan’s Church was zoom-bombed during their virtual worship service.  Someone joined their meeting for the sole purpose of disrupting it.  It was a very disturbing experience, leaving folks feeling exposed and traumatized.  Fr. Cameron, in sharing about this incident, talked about how tempting it is to create stronger virtual walls to keep people out.  It isn’t easy being the church when you’ve left the building. 

Being the church outside the walls can make us anxious.  It also can be the occasion of rediscovering our identity and our purpose as the body of Christ.  It can even be an invitation to joy.  

In the earliest Christian communities, there were no buildings for public gatherings.  The church met in people’s homes.  For the first three hundred years of its existence, Christianity was considered to be a subversive, minority sect and was periodically persecuted under the Roman Empire.   It was suspect, in part, because it aspired to transcend the usual divisions between rich and poor, slave and free, male and female, Jew and Gentile.  It was admired, even if misunderstood and rejected, for its service to the hungry, the sick and those in prison.  The church was the body of Christ in public.  It shared the life and suffering of the world.  But it also was marked by intense solidarity and joy.

Paul’s letter to the church in Philippi is a good example.   Paul is writing from prison, probably in Rome but maybe Caesarea or Ephesus.  Prisons in the ancient world were squalid, cold, and dangerous.  There were no kitchens or hospital wings.  If you wanted to eat, somebody had to bring you food.  If you were sick, they had to bring you medicine.  You were socially isolated and completely dependent upon the generosity of others.  There was some risk involved in visiting a prisoner, as you might be guilty by association; or, at the very least, exposed to the unhealthy conditions in the prison. 

So, imagine Paul’s joy when Epaphroditus shows up at the prison bearing gifts from their sisters and brothers in Philippi; probably, food and blankets, a change of clothes.   He writes to the Philippians primarily to thank them for their generous support, and to reassure them that Epaphroditus, who became so ill while visiting Paul that he nearly died, was on his way back home; perhaps carrying Paul’s letter!  Paul tells the Philippians, “Welcome him then in the Lord with all joy, and honor such people, because he came close to death for the work of Christ, risking his life to make up for those services you could not give me.”[2]

Rereading Paul’s letter this week, I could not but help think of the many people isolated at home or make-shift housing, completely dependent on the generosity of others to bring them food and medicine.  I couldn’t help but think of those in detention or prison, with no one to visit them.  How much does getting an email or a letter mean to you under quarantine, which even three weeks ago you would have taken for granted?  

How many today are risking their lives to make up for the services that we can not give to those who are sick and dying?  How many of them are suffering moral injury, having to make traumatic decisions about life and death, who to ventilate and who to let die, who to bring to the hospital and who to leave at home, because of the services that our government – we, collectively - failed to provide?  They are doing the work of Christ at great cost, and they should be honored.

Paul risked much for the people he loved, and they risked much for him.  Yet, it was precisely in acknowledging and sharing their vulnerability, that they discovered a sense of meaning and joy that changed their lives.  They lived with open awareness, even when reality was hard to bear.  They became Christ, transparent to the presence and power of divine love, responding to reality with compassion.  The church left the building and the world has never been the same.    

In her book, A Paradise Built in Hell, Rebecca Solnit writes about the joy that people often experience in the midst of natural disasters and similarly disruptive events, through the renewed discovery of the bonds of solidarity, community, and service.  What is truly important becomes magnified, the inessential falls away; our capacity for intuitive and compassionate responses to suffering is enhanced; we are energized by a sense of collective identity and purpose.   In an essay reflecting on this book she notes, 

The positive emotions that arises in those unpromising circumstances, demonstrate that social ties and meaningful work are deeply desired, readily improvised, and intensely rewarding. What prevents these things from arising most of the time is the very structure of our economy and society. It’s also ideological . . . The facets of that ideology have been called individualism, capitalism, social darwinism, have appeared in the philosophy of Thomas Hobbes and Thomas Malthus, but also in the work of most conventional economists, who presume we seek personal gain for rational reasons and refrain from looking at the ways a system skewed to that end damages much else we need for our survival and well-being.
Disaster demonstrates this, since among the factors determining whether you will live or die are the health of your immediate community and the justness of your society. We need ties to survive, but they along with purposefulness, immediacy, and agency also give us joy—the startling, sharp joy I found over and over again in accounts of disaster. These accounts of disaster demonstrate that the citizens any paradise requires—the people who are brave enough, resourceful enough, and generous enough—already exist. The possibility of paradise hovers on the cusp of coming into being, so much so that it takes powerful forces to keep such a paradise at bay. If Paradise nowadays most often arises in hell, that’s because the chaos of that hell suspends the ordinary rules and routines; it is not its hellishness but its disruptiveness that cracks open possibility.

The church has left the building, forced out by a global pandemic we could not have imagined, only to discover that Christ has gone ahead of us, manifesting all around us, in courageous acts of sacrificial love and solidarity.  Can we see Christ?  Will we be Christ?  And when this crisis is over, will we simply slip back into the building, as if nothing had happened?  Or will we cease the opportunity to become more fully the body of Christ in the world?

Rebecca Solnit asks, “Who are you? Who are we? In times of crisis, these are life and death questions . . . What you believe shapes how you act. How you act results in life or death, for yourself or others, like everyday life, only more so.”[3]

Who are you?  Who are we?  We are Christ.  “Let the same mind be in you that was in Christ Jesus”.  Manifest divinity by following the way of Jesus, the way of self-giving love.  Jesus willingly engaged the promise and risk of love in vulnerable solidarity with others.  In his self-emptying he revealed God’s glory.  This is the Paschal mystery that we celebrate as we move into Holy Week.  The mystery of how vulnerability, willingly accepted, releases the power of love into the world.  We become fully human as we give ourselves away in love, and thereby manifest divinity. 

From loss and death, new life can be born.  Suffering can be redemptive, if it breaks our hearts open to a greater capacity for love and solidarity.  Paradise can be built in hell.  We can choose resurrection, but only if we are willing to never be the same.   Amen.



[1] Philippians 2:5.
[2] Philippians 2:29-30.
[3] https://lithub.com/rebecca-solnit-how-to-survive-a-disaster/