This sermon was given by Micah Fellow Zach Maher at our service of Holy Eucharist on Sunday, May 3, 2015. The readings for the day can be found here.
As someone relatively new to the Episcopal Church, I’ve noticed a whole new set of comfort levels with different topics. One topic that strikes me as taboo is conversion. If mentioned at all, it would be in a sentence like, “We’re not trying to convert people.”
This Episcopalian hesitance makes sense to me. There are many reasons to be concerned about the concept of conversion. Many (if not most) people feel some sense of disrespect, particularly for their own religious experience, when someone “tries to convert them.” And when religion gets tied to power, conversion can become even more problematic, exemplified most disturbingly by historical events like the Spanish Inquisition.
And yet we live in a world in desperate need of conversion – of people opening themselves to be changed by God and by other people. We see this in the barrage of news accounts of black men being wrongfully treated, even killed, by police. We see this in all the systemic abuses where individuals and companies disregard the human dignity of their workers and the fragility of our environment. And particularly at Harvard, we can see this in the pursuit of high-status careers above all else. The list goes on, and I’m sure you can think of countless problems that matter to you and could be fixed – or at least improved – if people changed their hearts, minds, and lives.
Conversion, you see, is about turning to God. In fact, the Greek word that gets translated convert means something like “to turn.” Our first reading is one of the many fantastical conversion stories in the book of Acts, which tells the story of the early church and the early spread of the Good News. An Ethiopian eunuch, curious about the Jewish scripture, asks Philip to explain a passage from Isaiah that Christians understand to be about Jesus. Very little of their conversation is presented to us, but we know that by the end of it, the eunuch asks to be baptized, a marker of conversion to this new Way of following Jesus.
It can be tempting to see ourselves in Philip in this story. We’re the ones proclaiming Good News to those who want to listen. But I see even more power in viewing ourselves as the eunuch in this passage. The eunuch invites a total stranger in the middle of the desert to shed light on a confusing passage. He has no reason to expect this person to be responsive to him; indeed he was reading a Jewish text, and the Torah forbids eunuchs from entering the Jewish assembly.
Not only does the eunuch openly invite this potentially judgmental stranger to speak into his life, he responds quite suddenly with his desire to be baptized. If I were in his shoes, I can’t imagine making a life-changing decision so quickly. I myself was baptized three years after a profession of faith. As an instution, the church often puts up some red tape before baptism, usually a class and some meetings with a priest.
In fact, the early church felt some need for pushback, too. If you were to look at this passage in most Bibles, you’d notice that there isn’t a verse 37. Verse 36 is where the eunuch says, “Look, here is water! What is to prevent me from being baptized?” In this missing verse 37, Philip adds a qualifier: "And Philip said, 'If you believe with all your heart, you may.' And [the eunuch] replied, 'I believe that Jesus Christ is the Son of God.'" This missing verse isn’t missing at all. It wasn’t in the original version of Acts, but was added later, assigned a verse number, then later discovered to be inauthentic. Whoever added this qualifier to Acts wanted to apply a little pressure on the brakes in this conversion story.
Now don’t get me wrong. I do think life changing decisions should be preceded by a great deal of thought. And we aren’t privy neither to the process that led the eunuch to search for God in the Jewish scriptures nor to most of the conversation between the eunuch and Philip. Because that’s not what’s important in the telling of this story.
Rather, the lesson here lies in the eunuch’s openness to quickly respond to this new experience and new information – in a word, his openness to convert. That kind of change is really hard. It pushes against our cultural value of “sticking to your guns.” It challenges our pride, our desire to have already had everything figured out. Political science researchers have even discovered a “backfire effect”: when we encounter facts that contradict our opinions, we actually become more convinced of our initial opinion. We want to be people who don’t need conversion, and we’re wired to retreat further and further into a false sense of righteousness just to avoid letting ourselves see otherwise.
And yet this kind of change can happen. We see it in the story of Philip and the Eunuch, as well as the conversion story of the apostle Paul on the road to Damascus, which immediately follows. And we can see it today. Last week’s episode of This American Life centered on the theme of people changing their mind. They tell a story of a group of canvassers in California trying to change people’s mind to become in favor of same-sex marriage. The canvasser, a gay man named Richard, invites a voter against same-sex marriage to talk about his experiences around the issue, and when invited, shares his own story. By the end of the encounter, the voter changes his mind to be strongly in favor simply through the power of an open conversation. While this episode focused on conversions from conservative to liberal political views, we would entirely miss the point if we don't stay open to conversions in other political directions and other areas of life.
When I think about all the times in my life where, looking back, I was wrong or biased in ways I didn’t even realize, I can’t help but question how I am now. There must be areas of my life where I need to draw more closely to God and God’s vision for the world. And I hope that someone allows me to see those areas and helps me to convert.
As Brother Curtis of SSJE puts it, a conversion experience is “not an experience of a lifetime; it is an experience of how to live life all the time … Conversion is about our life-long turning and returning to Christ Jesus for his cues and for his power as we navigate life.” Today’s Gospel passage points to the pruning that Br. Curtis is talking about. Jesus says: I am the true vine, and my Father is the vinegrower. He removes every branch in me that bears no fruit. Every branch that bears fruit he prunes to make it bear more fruit.
Just as moments of conversion often prove difficult for us, the process of pruning would be a hard one for the plant. And yet, this is just what the plant needs. Br. Curtis puts it: “Unless the plant is pruned back, the plant may grow, but it will likely grow wild and it will spend itself prematurely, missing its great potential to flower with form and beauty, season after season.”
God uses this ongoing conversion process to make us who we were created to be, one conversion at a time On an individual level, this can mean many different things – switching from resentment from forgiveness, switching from viewing rivals as competition to companions, owning up to implicit racism and sexism that very few of us avoid internalizing to some degree – and maybe even coming to new understandings of God.
And Jesus isn’t just talking to each individual branch; he’s talking to the whole plant. As a church, we are a community being pruned, being converted as we listen to the experiences of other people and other communities with humility. I see that happening a whole lot in the Episcopal Church, which has been experiencing an identity shift from a community of the rich, white, and powerful, to an advocating voice for including the marginalized in leadership. Just yesterday, for example, I attended a confirmation service with Bishop Barbara Harris, the first female bishop in the Anglican communion. As people of conversion, we can continue to ask: whose voice haven’t we heard? What pruning have we avoided? It’s the people and communities who we’ve learned to dismiss who are best equipped to convert us through their stories.
And when we come in with the eunuch’s attitude of openness for conversion, then we can be ready to play the role of Philip– or the vinegrower, facilitating moments of conversion for others. After all, this is Easter season, the time we celebrate rebirth as a church. What is to prevent us from being baptized?
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An update on the Harvard Interfaith Prison Education program
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| A piece of artwork created by one of the men we mentor at MCI Norfolk. |
Now that HIPE has been around for a few years, we’ve discovered the challenges of keeping a sustainable program. Students graduate or have schedule changes between semesters. Also, few Harvard students have cars, making the prison trips difficult. Because of this, we are excited to expand the HIPE program to include parishioners at Christ Church Cambridge, continuing to strengthen our connection with the parish!
In November, Arthur Bembury, the executive director of Partakers, gave an information session at Christ Church, and his presentation was met with enthusiasm. Since then, Arthur has returned to provide an orientation for the volunteers, and five parishioners are in the process of scheduling their first visits. It’s great to have some new energy in the program, and I hope that this will help to sustain it for years to come!
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
Holiness and Neighbor Love
This sermon was given by our Micah Fellow Zach Maher at our service of Holy Eucharist on Sunday, October 26th. The readings for the day can be found here.
“May we be holy as The Lord our God is holy.” Amen.
Growing up in a church with the word “Bible" in its name, I was often encouraged to get on a daily reading plan to read the whole Bible in a year. This is certainly a meaningful spiritual practice, but I wouldn’t recommend my strategy: reading straight through from Genesis. Genesis and Exodus were pretty fun, mostly collections of the stories I knew from Sunday school. Then I reached Leviticus, the source of today’s reading from the Hebrew Bible. I read long descriptions of how to slaughter which animals for the different types of sacrifices and I struggled to understand the relevance of what to do with infected cloth. Leviticus, you see, is primarily a priestly handbook for temple practices. My resolve to complete the reading plan withered, and I retreated to occasional excerpts from the New Testament – big picture stuff.
However, if we glance at Jesus’s words in today’s gospel reading, we might be surprised to find him pointing us right back at Leviticus. Rather than making a new proclamation, he identifies a core commandment by quoting verbatim from Leviticus: “you shall love your neighbor as yourself” (Lev. 19:18). In doing this, he invites us into the Jewish practice of wrestling with the Torah so that we might live out God's will for our lives as a community and as individuals.
What is the context for our Leviticus passage? We find ourselves quite literally at the heart of the Torah: we’re in the center of the middle book. Our excerpt comes in the middle of a section known as the “Holiness Code," spanning chapters 18 through 20. While the rest of Leviticus is primarily concerned with priestly practices inside the Temple, the Holiness Code applies to all of the people of Israel as they go about their daily lives.
The core of this holiness code starts out our passage: “You shall be holy, for I the Lord your God am holy” (Lev. 19:2). That sounds a bit intense for me. The word seems so untouchable, and rightly so, for it means “set apart.” I can connect a bit more with the paraphrase “Stand out in the way that I stand out.”
I confess that I have often had a twisted understanding of what it means to be set apart. Particularly because I recently graduated from a twisted place called Yale. At Yale, I found myself in a world bathed in prestige. My freshman year acquaintances, for example, included the two-time national Latin championship winner, the World Debate champion, and a violin prodigy/published neuroscientist/charity founder. Everyone was brilliant, accomplished, interesting, and also fun. While I, as a rural public school kid, felt like a phony in this context, my response was to try to make sure I found ways to get prestige for myself. This influenced my decision to go for a Master’s Degree in my four years. I wanted to be a person worthy of elite society.
This impacted my other relationships. My friends from home started to seem boring by comparison. People who weren’t at the top of their field didn’t seem worth hearing from. As former Yale professor and outspoken Ivy League dissident William Deresiewicz put it, “We were the best and the brightest, as these places love to say, and everyone else was, well, something else: less good, less bright.” In other words, far from a beloved neighbor who I love as myself.
In Leviticus 19, we see a very different picture of what it means to stand out. To highlight a few commands:
When I think of being “holy” in the context of talking about God, I often set apart my time engaged in formal worship, like our service now. In the sense that these moments are set apart from the rest of my week, they are indeed holy.
I’ve found holiness harder to experience outside of those contexts. Last year, for example, I was teaching English at a school for students diagnosed with conduct disorders in Neukölln, a lower income neighborhood of Berlin with a high immigrant population. I was trying to help kids to learn the language that could allow them to see beyond their neighborhoods. Perhaps, I thought, this constituted “loving my neighbor.” But the “as yourself” part was hard coming directly out of my Yale bubble, where just about everyone wants to and can excel at academics. On a good day, most of the students in the seventh grade would just ignore me. On a bad day, I had to forcibly stop a student from playing with knives in the kitchen. They hardly felt like my Yale peers, and I didn’t respect them as much. They definitely did not respect me and my Ivy League education.
My worshipping (“holy”) community was relegated to a different sphere of my life. I attended a hip church in the "nicest" part of town. I met with a small group with artists, project managers, and university students. In short, I was compartmentalizing my pursuit of the holy.
And yet in this compartmentalized worshipping community, I found myself, a foreigner, being welcomed as a full member. Despite my initially broken German, they listened intently to what I had to say. I lived in an apartment with the small group leader and his wife, and they took me around to small gatherings of their friends and even small family gatherings. Sure, there were moments of cultural confusion, but I could handle those because I felt welcomed as an equal, both inside and out of church.
Slowly, the wall dividing the holy and the secular in my own life became more porous, and I started focusing on building relationships with my students, respecting them as people who were just as valuable before God as I am. Rather than spending break time trying to tweak my lessons so that I could think of myself as a great teacher, I went and chatted with the students. I asked the most difficult 7th grader to teach me to play Ping-Pong. Sometimes I had to recalibrate this attitude, reminding myself of who I was through prayer, but I saw my life at the school transition from the fulfillment of duty to the building of a community.
In this experience, I learned an important lesson about experiencing the Holy: loving my neighbor as myself is one of the best ways to participate in God’s holiness during the mundane bits of everyday life. Indeed, there are very few undertakings we can do, particularly in our urban academic setting, that don’t touch others. But just as the Israelites were set apart as “holy” against the norms and practices of the ancient Middle East, we too have implications that go against our cultural norms. Does loving fellow students as ourselves mean loving their academic success as much as our own, even when on the same curve? Does it mean taking a stand for systemic injustice, even when we didn't create the system that we benefit from?
I had the chance this weekend to return to Yale for the first time since summer 2013. There were two moments when I recognized people from a distance. The first was when Justices Alito, Thomas, and Sotomayor walked by on their way to the Yale Law School Reunion. The second was Juanita, the homeless poet who once shared her poetry with me in exchange for a meal. The justices were escorted by Secret Service, with people on the street flocking to take pictures, while people pointedly avoided eye contact with Juanita. A later verse in Leviticus 19 (19:36) says to love the foreigner among us as ourselves, yet the discrepancy I saw yesterday showed a way in which our society is not yet holy.
As we transition to the Lord's table, we take time to communally acknowledge the fact that we are never perfectly holy as God is holy, and recommit to loving God and loving our neighbor. We do this in the prayer of confession: “We have not loved you with our whole heart. We have not loved our neighbors as ourselves.” Sometimes, we actively commit a wrong by harming our neighbor - “by what we have done.” Other times, we fail to live out the positive commandment to seek to love our neighbor, and thereby become implicit in our neighbor's harm: “by what we have left undone.” Through the Eucharist, we’ll commit to renewal as we mysteriously participate in Jesus’s act of neighbor love in his death on the cross for us.
In all of this, as we worship together and are sent out into the stress, excitement, and monotony of our daily lives, we are being made holy as God is holy.
“May we be holy as The Lord our God is holy.” Amen.
Growing up in a church with the word “Bible" in its name, I was often encouraged to get on a daily reading plan to read the whole Bible in a year. This is certainly a meaningful spiritual practice, but I wouldn’t recommend my strategy: reading straight through from Genesis. Genesis and Exodus were pretty fun, mostly collections of the stories I knew from Sunday school. Then I reached Leviticus, the source of today’s reading from the Hebrew Bible. I read long descriptions of how to slaughter which animals for the different types of sacrifices and I struggled to understand the relevance of what to do with infected cloth. Leviticus, you see, is primarily a priestly handbook for temple practices. My resolve to complete the reading plan withered, and I retreated to occasional excerpts from the New Testament – big picture stuff.However, if we glance at Jesus’s words in today’s gospel reading, we might be surprised to find him pointing us right back at Leviticus. Rather than making a new proclamation, he identifies a core commandment by quoting verbatim from Leviticus: “you shall love your neighbor as yourself” (Lev. 19:18). In doing this, he invites us into the Jewish practice of wrestling with the Torah so that we might live out God's will for our lives as a community and as individuals.
What is the context for our Leviticus passage? We find ourselves quite literally at the heart of the Torah: we’re in the center of the middle book. Our excerpt comes in the middle of a section known as the “Holiness Code," spanning chapters 18 through 20. While the rest of Leviticus is primarily concerned with priestly practices inside the Temple, the Holiness Code applies to all of the people of Israel as they go about their daily lives.
The core of this holiness code starts out our passage: “You shall be holy, for I the Lord your God am holy” (Lev. 19:2). That sounds a bit intense for me. The word seems so untouchable, and rightly so, for it means “set apart.” I can connect a bit more with the paraphrase “Stand out in the way that I stand out.”
I confess that I have often had a twisted understanding of what it means to be set apart. Particularly because I recently graduated from a twisted place called Yale. At Yale, I found myself in a world bathed in prestige. My freshman year acquaintances, for example, included the two-time national Latin championship winner, the World Debate champion, and a violin prodigy/published neuroscientist/charity founder. Everyone was brilliant, accomplished, interesting, and also fun. While I, as a rural public school kid, felt like a phony in this context, my response was to try to make sure I found ways to get prestige for myself. This influenced my decision to go for a Master’s Degree in my four years. I wanted to be a person worthy of elite society.
This impacted my other relationships. My friends from home started to seem boring by comparison. People who weren’t at the top of their field didn’t seem worth hearing from. As former Yale professor and outspoken Ivy League dissident William Deresiewicz put it, “We were the best and the brightest, as these places love to say, and everyone else was, well, something else: less good, less bright.” In other words, far from a beloved neighbor who I love as myself.
In Leviticus 19, we see a very different picture of what it means to stand out. To highlight a few commands:
Revere your father and mother. I am the Lord. (19:3)Whether a ritual purity matter like not mixing fabrics or a human dignity matter like providing the poor with food, the grounding is the same: “I am the Lord.” The structure of this passage, and indeed of the whole book of Leviticus, has a profound impact: Both the commands regarding ritual of religious practice and commands regarding daily interactions lead us to the same thing. We are sharing in the holiness of God.
Keep the Sabbath. I am the Lord. (19:3)
Don't make idols. I am the Lord. (19:4)
Leave food for the poor and foreigner. I am the Lord. (19:9-10)
Make just judgments. I am the Lord. (19:15)
Love your neighbor as yourself. I am the Lord. (19:18)
Don't let animals breed or mix fabrics. I am the Lord. (19:19)
Don't eat food with blood. I am the Lord. (19:26)
Love the foreigner among you as yourself. I am the Lord. (19:36)
When I think of being “holy” in the context of talking about God, I often set apart my time engaged in formal worship, like our service now. In the sense that these moments are set apart from the rest of my week, they are indeed holy.
I’ve found holiness harder to experience outside of those contexts. Last year, for example, I was teaching English at a school for students diagnosed with conduct disorders in Neukölln, a lower income neighborhood of Berlin with a high immigrant population. I was trying to help kids to learn the language that could allow them to see beyond their neighborhoods. Perhaps, I thought, this constituted “loving my neighbor.” But the “as yourself” part was hard coming directly out of my Yale bubble, where just about everyone wants to and can excel at academics. On a good day, most of the students in the seventh grade would just ignore me. On a bad day, I had to forcibly stop a student from playing with knives in the kitchen. They hardly felt like my Yale peers, and I didn’t respect them as much. They definitely did not respect me and my Ivy League education.
My worshipping (“holy”) community was relegated to a different sphere of my life. I attended a hip church in the "nicest" part of town. I met with a small group with artists, project managers, and university students. In short, I was compartmentalizing my pursuit of the holy.
And yet in this compartmentalized worshipping community, I found myself, a foreigner, being welcomed as a full member. Despite my initially broken German, they listened intently to what I had to say. I lived in an apartment with the small group leader and his wife, and they took me around to small gatherings of their friends and even small family gatherings. Sure, there were moments of cultural confusion, but I could handle those because I felt welcomed as an equal, both inside and out of church.
Slowly, the wall dividing the holy and the secular in my own life became more porous, and I started focusing on building relationships with my students, respecting them as people who were just as valuable before God as I am. Rather than spending break time trying to tweak my lessons so that I could think of myself as a great teacher, I went and chatted with the students. I asked the most difficult 7th grader to teach me to play Ping-Pong. Sometimes I had to recalibrate this attitude, reminding myself of who I was through prayer, but I saw my life at the school transition from the fulfillment of duty to the building of a community.
In this experience, I learned an important lesson about experiencing the Holy: loving my neighbor as myself is one of the best ways to participate in God’s holiness during the mundane bits of everyday life. Indeed, there are very few undertakings we can do, particularly in our urban academic setting, that don’t touch others. But just as the Israelites were set apart as “holy” against the norms and practices of the ancient Middle East, we too have implications that go against our cultural norms. Does loving fellow students as ourselves mean loving their academic success as much as our own, even when on the same curve? Does it mean taking a stand for systemic injustice, even when we didn't create the system that we benefit from?
I had the chance this weekend to return to Yale for the first time since summer 2013. There were two moments when I recognized people from a distance. The first was when Justices Alito, Thomas, and Sotomayor walked by on their way to the Yale Law School Reunion. The second was Juanita, the homeless poet who once shared her poetry with me in exchange for a meal. The justices were escorted by Secret Service, with people on the street flocking to take pictures, while people pointedly avoided eye contact with Juanita. A later verse in Leviticus 19 (19:36) says to love the foreigner among us as ourselves, yet the discrepancy I saw yesterday showed a way in which our society is not yet holy.
As we transition to the Lord's table, we take time to communally acknowledge the fact that we are never perfectly holy as God is holy, and recommit to loving God and loving our neighbor. We do this in the prayer of confession: “We have not loved you with our whole heart. We have not loved our neighbors as ourselves.” Sometimes, we actively commit a wrong by harming our neighbor - “by what we have done.” Other times, we fail to live out the positive commandment to seek to love our neighbor, and thereby become implicit in our neighbor's harm: “by what we have left undone.” Through the Eucharist, we’ll commit to renewal as we mysteriously participate in Jesus’s act of neighbor love in his death on the cross for us.
In all of this, as we worship together and are sent out into the stress, excitement, and monotony of our daily lives, we are being made holy as God is holy.
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