Wednesday, March 6, 2019

Sermon: Stardust in the Universe

Sermon for March 3, 2019
Ash Wednesday
St. Stephen’s Episcopal Church, Wyandotte, MI
The Rev. Vicki Hesse,
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“Take my lips, O Lord, and speak through them;
Take our minds and think through them;
Take our hearts and set them on fire
with love for You.  Amen.”

Today is Ash Wednesday, when we
smear ashes on our foreheads. 

The first time I had ashes placed on me,
I was struck by the grittiness of the ashes against my forehead
and the tickling dust on my nose. 
That surprise was followed by the horror that
I looked like someone who forgot to wash her face.  
And, for me, *that* day marked a turning point.

That day, in this liturgy –
rich with scripture and steeped in tradition –
that day marked when, embarrassed by a dirty face,
the fact seeped into me that I was mortal.
That day I reluctantly became willing to become willing
 to accept my humanity.
That day I began to realize how we are all
utterly dependent on God for our very being. 

To accept mortality is to accept our humanity.
Today, we meet a God
who confronts our fragile humanity
with radical compassion.

Franciscan Priest Richard Rohr reminds us,

“The goal of all spirituality
is to lead the naked person
to stand trustfully before the naked God.”

He continues,
“The important thing is that we’re naked;
in other words, that we come [to God]
without title, merit, shame or even demerit. 
All we can offer to God is who we really are,
which to all of us
never seems like enough…”[1]

Today, we offer to God who we really are:
human, and vulnerable.
Today, we meet a God hates nothing God has made.

Putting ashes on your forehead is perhaps
one of the most powerful accessories
you may ever wear.  Why?
Because strange things happen when we
publicly acknowledge our mortality –
it can free us to enter conversations
that might not otherwise take place.

By naming our mortality, our falleness, in community,
we can be pulled up by the grace of God. 
By naming our mortality, with ashes, we are not
 “practicing your piety” as the Gospel suggests.
By naming our mortality, with ashes, we are permitting proclamation of God’s everlasting love.


The psalmist echoes our place as creatures,
not the Creator
for the Creator “knows whereof we are made”
and “remembers that we are but dust.”  

To accept mortality is to accept our humanity.
Today, we meet a God
who confronts our fragile humanity
with radical compassion.

In Paul’s letter to the Corinthians,
Paul “wore” (airquotes) his “ashes”-- 
his “afflictions, hardships, calamities,
beatings, imprisonments, riots,
labors, sleepless nights, and hunger.”

Paul, vulnerably, acknowledged his mortality, his humanity
…and in so doing,
he entered into a conversation
with his beloved friends from Corinth
that might not otherwise have taken place. 
Paul “wore” his embarrassing ashes to teach the Corinthians
that faith was not a protection from
hard times or from challenges.   

See, the Corinthians had been called “imposters”
by society, and in response,
they began to argue amongst themselves.
This argument led to hardship, sleepless nights, calamities.

The people of Corinth found that
faithful Christian living was a daunting affair.

Paul knew they felt vulnerable and so
encouraged them to turn their energy
away from each other
and reorient their hearts toward God.

The Corinthian society of argumentation
is not unlike what we face today –
in the increased fear of people who are not like us,
increased grief that things are not the way they used to be,
and increased acting out in anger.

And, let’s face it,
faithful Christian living can be daunting as well.  
We “wear” our ashes every day, as we face afflictions,
hardships, imprisonments, and sleepless nights, too. 

Do you know someone afflicted
by the disease (dis-ease) of alcoholism,
whose families are hoping
someone will see the ashes on their foreheads
and answer their cries for help. 

Do you know someone imprisoned
by consumerism or greed,
hidden behind society’s acceptance of priority of “things”…
To name this imprisonment is to acknowledge mortality. 
We cannot take all those possessions with us,
no matter how tightly we hold onto them. 

Do you know someone wearing the ashes
of exhaustion as they work for justice,
witness to the needs of immigrants,
or feed people who are hungry or homeless. 

Christian living can be daunting. 
We may feel as imposters and vulnerable.

And that’s why Paul reminds us,
We are called to faithfulness,
not to earthly success. 
Like the Corinthians, we, too, can reorient our hearts.

To accept mortality is to accept our humanity.
Today, we meet a God
who confronts our fragile humanity
with radical compassion.

For almost forty years, L’Arche founder Jean Vanier
has set up homes where
people w/ developmental disabilities,
people who volunteer and
people who staff the community
live together full time.
 
Surely they face afflictions, hardships, and sleepless nights.
Vanier wears his ashes in this way, saying
We are all “broken”…
[for] to be human is to be bonded together,
each with our own weaknesses and strengths
because we need each other.”  

In a 2009 interview,[2] he shared this insight:
…the big thing for me [in this community]
is to love reality
and not live in the imagination,
not live in what could have been
or what should have been
or what can be, and somewhere, to love reality
and then discover that God is present.”

For Paul, as for Jean Vanier, and for us,
the ashes are not the end of the story.
These ashes mark the beginning of Lent. 
The beginning of preparation,
of reorienting our hearts,
of remembering our humanity and God’s Divinity. 

I wonder, what is your humanity, your reality right now?
What is the way that you “wear” your “ashes”?

In the letter to the Corinthians,
Paul shares a litany of paradoxes~
“We are poor yet lavishly rich. 
We are struggling yet rejoicing.” 

The Message translation of this passage strikes the paradox:
“We are …
true to our word, though distrusted,
ignored by the world, but recognized by God;
terrifically alive, though rumored to be dead; …
immersed in tears, yet always filled with deep joy;
living on handouts, yet enriching many,
having nothing, having it all…” 

These paradoxes we acknowledge today,
in this Ash Wednesday worship.
Today, we name and face  
the tragic gap between our appearance and our actuality. 

This is the beginning of preparation:
reorienting our hearts and
recognizing our humanity and God’s Divinity.    

In confession, we state to God,
that we no longer want to be that person;
we want to become a different kind of person.
Confession is an affirmation of our becoming
and permission to proclaim God’s everlasting love.

Neil DeGrasse Tyson, astrophysicist & author once wrote:
“The knowledge that the atoms that comprise
life on earth[3]
the atoms that make up the human body,
are traceable to the crucibles
that cooked light elements into heavy elements …
under extreme temperatures and pressures.

These stars- …they collapsed and then exploded-
scattering their enriched guts across the galaxy-
guts made of carbon, nitrogen, oxygen,
and all the fundamental ingredients of life itself.

…[those stars] become part of gas clouds
[forming] the next generation of solar systems-
stars with orbiting planets, [which]
now have the ingredients for life itself.

So that when I look up at the night sky,
{Tysson says}
and I know that yes we are part of this universe,
…perhaps [the most astounding fact is that ] …
the universe is in us.

Repeat “The universe is in us,” he says.

He concludes…
“We are stardust brought to life,
then empowered by the universe
to figure itself out—
and we have only just begun.”[4]

Today, we wear our ashes
by naming our sins before God and before each other.
Today, we wear our mortality
on our foreheads and trust the promise of eternal life. 
Today, we remember God’s gracious remembering of us. 
Because God, the universe, is in us.

In this world where we are stardust,
and to stardust we shall return;

Can we place our trust in the One
who brought to our dusty world
the salvation of God?

Amen



[1] Richard Rohr, Simplicity: the Freedom of Letting Go, (New York, Crossroad, 2004) p. 97
[3] This quote arises from what is known as the “Most Beautiful Video.” “The Most Astounding Fact” is a video adaptation of Neil Degrasse Tyson’s famous answer to the question “What is the most astounding fact you can share with us about the Universe?” read by Tyson himself. Found here: https://youtu.be/9D05ej8u-gU

Sunday, December 23, 2018

Sermon: Jump for Joy!


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Fourth Sunday of Advent, Year C

The Rev. Vicki K. Hesse,

Director of the Whitaker Institute,

Episcopal Diocese of Michigan

St. Peter’s Episcopal Church, Detroit, MI

Sermon Preached on December 23, 2018



May the words of my mouth and

the meditation of all our hearts

be acceptable in your sight,

O Lord our strength and our redeemer.



Did you hear that? The child leaped for joy!



When I was growing up,

with five siblings, my momma used to say,

“You kids go outside and play!”  

Sometimes we would

go out to the edge of

the canyon behind our house and yell –

listening for the echo back to us. 

Oh, we laughed, screamed, and giggled.

My mother would have none of this at home. 

Once we got back, we held our tongue.

We were taught not to be too revealing. 

We were courteous. We were quiet. 

It was not okay to be overtly

expressive in our joy or laughter.



So when I read about

Elizabeth’s child leaping for joy

at the sound of Mary’s greeting,

it made me a little uncomfortable

due to my complicated relationship

with expressed joy.



Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit and

she blessed Mary with a loud cry.

Such uncontained extroverted outward expression! 



These days, living in Detroit,

my neighbors yell at me from three houses down the street,

“HEY” they wave,

“HEY GREAT TO SEE YOU HAVE A BLESSED DAY!”

I want to say back, hey, get a hold of yourselves! 



My neighbors… they are filled with the Holy Spirit

and exclaim their greetings with exposed joy –

and that seems so irreverent

in a world today where so much seems to be going wrong.



Who can be joyful when

·        layoffs have been announced at D-Ham, the Hamtramck GM plant and

·        government workers wonder if they will be paid by their employer and

·        refugees from many countries arrive at borders only to be terrorized as they are seeking asylum and

·        climate change threatens more flooding and more record-breaking weather events like the tsunami in Indonesia



Who can be joyful in all this mess?

The thing is, however,

joy never really has to do with

outward appearances. 

That’s what makes joy different from

happiness, or fun, or pleasure.

Joy does not depend on conditions. 



The only condition for joy[1]

“…is the presence of God.



Joy happens when God is present,

and people know it,

which means that joy can erupt”

in a divided political environment,

in a blighted neighborhood,

in someone’s home while delivering water.



See, Mary’s joy erupted the minute she saw Elizabeth. 

She barely had enough time to take off her coat,

covering her new baby bump. 



We don’t know what Mary expected,

but Elizabeth’s jovial response and blessing

is what Mary got. 

And that scream, laughter and giggle inspired Mary.

Mary, who broke out in song.

And, I like to think, she surprised herself. 



Mary’s recitation of the song of Hannah

from 1st Samuel in the Hebrew Scriptures

(which Mary of course knew)…



Mary’s recitation

was a hip-hop praise of God’s liberation,

a praise to the God

who turns the world upside down,

who grants favor to someone as low as herself, a nobody from nowhere, and

who brings down the high and mighty,

who lifts up the lowly,

who fills up the hungry and

who sends the rich away.

This spontaneous song of Mary’s,

the “Magnificat” is one of the earliest

and most enduring hymns of The Church.



That surprising joy erupts when God is present,

doing what God does,

and people –

like Elizabeth, like Mary, like my neighbors in Detroit –

“…cannot contain themselves.

They sing and dance, they jump for joy,

they open their mouths and poetry falls out.”



That surprising joy is the surest sign of God’s presence

that cannot be contained.





That surprising joy means that my heart leaps

when I see my neighbors

and yell, - with abandon -

for them to HAVE A BLESSED DAY too.



In these joy moments, our souls magnify God. 



Why don’t we express joy more often? 

Perhaps because the wounds of the world

seem so overwhelming.

Perhaps because we don’t know

how to break through the political stalemate.

Perhaps because we fear the consequences

of speaking truth to power.

Perhaps because discipleship is inconvenient.

Perhaps because joy is

sometimes hidden in the struggle of disruption,

sometimes caught between the false dichotomy

of despair and optimism.[2]



Like the experience of

15-year-old Swedish high-schooler, Greta Thunberg.[3]

Greta, a climate activist,

addressed the UN plenary session last week

on behalf of Climate Justice Now!

in Katowice Poland. 



In her short speech,

she named with Spirit’s power and clarity,

a conviction that can sound like despair

but is grounded something bigger –

in her love of the earth

and her care for generations to come.



Greta said,

“…Until you start focusing on

what needs to be done,

rather than what is politically possible,

there is no hope.

… And if solutions within the system

are so impossible to find,

then maybe

we should change the system itself.

We [youth] have not come here

to beg world leaders to care.

You have ignored us in the past,

and you will ignore us again.

We have run out of excuses,

and we are running out of time.

We have come here to let you know

that change is coming,

whether you like it or not.

The real power belongs to the people…”



Even in this somber truth-naming speech,

captured in a viral YouTube video,

her surprising joy of possibility comes through. 



Through her voice,

inspired by youth from Parkland, Florida

after their school shooting,

she passes on inspiration to others.



Through her voice,

we can glean the poetic pointing towards

“…another way, a way of hope

where circumstances that are dark or difficult

require us to look

beyond ourselves for rescue and relief

so that we might hear again and anew

God’s promise to hold onto us through it all.”[4]



I believe that this kind of joy-through-struggle

is grounded in the Mighty One

who does great things and whose name is holy.



This kind of joy-through-struggle

cannot be contained

because



God is the only one who can bring life out of death.

God is the one who can

turn the world upside-down

in partnership with humanity.



Pause





St. Peter’s, your soul magnifies God’s presence,

in the myriad ways you partner with God

in compassion and justice work:



Care for the earth through recycling and solar panels

Compassion for people

who are hungry through manna meal service

Companionship for people who are lonely through

Sunday gatherings of prayer and the breaking of bread

Charism of justice and dignity for all,

through direct action and voluntary arrest.

Your soul, St. Peter’s, magnifies God. 



The only question is

what is being birthed now

through this joyful leaping presence in your womb? 



What can happen

through this loving, liberating, life-giving God,

with your hope and blessing?



See, God imagines a world

of mercy, love and forgiveness

for all generations.

Working together with the joy of God in our hearts,

we can invite others along the way.

We can take risks and

proclaim out loud the

uncomfortable disruption that Jesus is birthing

here, now. 

We can rejoice in God our savior.



For God Loves you so much, and

God’s mercy and forgiveness offers joy and liberation

for all people, from generation to generation,

according to the promise God made to our ancestors,

to Abraham and Sarah, and their descendants forever.



And that is enough to make you jump for joy!



Amen




[1] Portions inspired by Barbara Brown Taylor, “Surprised by Joy,” The Living Pulpit, October-December 1996, pages 16-17

[2] Inspired by David Lose, “Singing as an Act of Resistance,” cited here on December 18, 2018

[3] Story cited here, here, and here on December 19, 2018


[4] Lose, Ibid.