Homily – Christmas Eve – 2025

I remember quite vividly the foyer of our house in Wausau, a place now 50 years in the past. And I could tell you with some detail where the tree would be and what we would do on Christmas Eve. First supper, and then the fastest post meal cleanup of the year followed by the opening of presents. On days like today those kinds of memories come flooding back, a combination of joy and melancholy flavored with the realization of the too quickly passing years.

There are some disadvantages about growing older. You realize there’s more behind than ahead and the unrecoverable parts of your past can come roaring back, things you wish you could’ve or should’ve been or done or said. High school classmates are increasingly found in the obituaries and the face in the mirror starts looking like those old people you knew when you were a kid.

And the body starts acting up in ways that are simultaneously novel, disappointing, and sometimes just plain funny. I remember doing things back then that would probably give me a heart attack now and every so often I discover the existence of new parts and places in this mortal coil only when they start to act up and I have to laugh because its better than crying.

There are some significant advantages, though, that should also be mentioned.

You learn stuff along the way. The combination of growing intelligence and hard experience over the years really does provide a wisdom and time, if properly applied, can grind the hard edges from your life and personality. Age really can make a difference both in wine and in people if you let it do its work and there’s reason older folks often forsake the intensity of earlier days for a kind of patience and resolve with the world that only time seems able to create. Things new and frightening to youth seem different from the perspective of passing years and the experiences of making it through so many moments when the world tried its best to make you angry, frustrated, or frightened.

And, even as I still struggle, how I wish I had the faith I have now when I was just a kid!

The best part of being older is that, if you take an honest look at it, you can as a person of Christian faith see and recall all the various times of your life when our Lord has truly been Imanuel, God with us. Beyond any regrets from the past, you can also see how God has sustained, nurtured, protected, and cared for you. It’s not that you didn’t have nicks or dings or struggles or sins but rather that God in His mercy never let you out of His sight and helped you along even when you weren’t necessarily interested in Him.

And from my position as a person of 65 Christmases and counting I want to remind you of a great truth that comes to us every year this season rolls around.

God saw the world and God everyone in it, including us, including me, from before time with a love that defies description and a grace beyond imagination. Every flaw in us and me and in the world was eternally open to Him. No secrets were hidden. Every darkness was exposed to light before God said “Let there be light…” at the dawn of existence. All the troubles of the present world were known to the One who sees all eternity in a single glance.

And when the time was right God chose not to exact punishment or inflict condemnation for all of it but rather to come to our rescue. All of our regrets and wishes and mistakes and struggles were given the option of solace. Every wrong inflicted on us us and everywhere we trespassed on others was not for His revenge but rather for forgiveness if we so chose to give and receive it. All of our untold secrets and bitter tears in the night, the places where we are most painful to the touch, can be soothed.

For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counselor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace. Of the increase of his government and peace there shall be no end, upon the throne of David, and upon his kingdom, to order it, and to establish it with judgment and with justice from henceforth even forever. The zeal of the Lord of hosts will perform this.
And because of this we are not alone. We do not have to be given over to fear or regret or the pain of the world even if it reaches out to touch us or calls us to remembrance of those things that were but have been washed away in the sea of His grace. God came to us so long ago but, in truth, He has in one way or another never left. And while we’re not immune from the night of this world those who can see will realize there is a Light that shines as well, a Light the night can never overpower, a Light that lives in everyone who receives it.

Looking back I can see moments when the swirl of life and my own sinfulness and stupidity caught me up in the pain of everything around me. Sometimes I guess I just had to learn the hard way. Still, there are also many more places where, in times of reflection, I’ve seen that the God who came into the world on this holy night was also with me as well, preserving, helping, healing, and granting me grace even when I was convinced I was unworthy of it or actively ran away from it. If I can remember Christmas Eve’s decades ago I can even more recall from this place in my life those moments when the Child of Bethlehem came not just to the rescue of the world but mine as well. Every Priest has scars.

Yet, this is the gift I would like to leave with you today, especially those who’ve not traveled through time as far as I have. God is with us, always has been, and from those days long ago in Judea nothing has changed. The world can fling mighty arrows our way and even we ourselves can be caught up in self-harm but mercy and healing and grace have touched this sometimes sad and broken world and its ours for the taking, the greatest gift of all, eternal, unbreakable, in history but beyond its impact, ours now and also stored away where, as our Lord says, moth and rust have no power and no thief can steal it. Never forget this because the world is rough sometimes but not so rough that its escaped the grasp of the King who came to us as a baby and will one day return as the Lord of history.

A child, the Son of God, has been born. Receive Him. Believe Him. Love Him. Rest in Him. Let His forgiveness cleanse the past. Let His mercy flow from you to the world. And let love drive away every anxious moment, soothe every fear, forgive every wrong, and lead you safely Home.

On the Road from Minnesota…

Born in Wisconsin, for decades my home was in Minnesota and traveling back now is about things both at once familiar and dislocated, sights and thoughts and places and people covered with the patina of memory.

Everything seems familiar and I navigate with ease yet the houses I lived in are lost to someone else, the locations I frequented are both known and distant, the jobs no longer exist and the friends have moved on with their lives largely unaware that we walked a ways together just a few years ago.

That’s how it’s supposed to be, really. Life is always moving, too quickly now it seems in my sixties, and nothing ever really stays the same even if I had never moved on myself. Yet there is, sometimes, a kind of melancholic longing that comes when old places are visited and those who walked with me for a while come back to mind.

Looking back, as the miles passed beneath my wheels, I regret only the hard years, the time between 17 and 20 when everything was in disarray. I regret the hurt I caused people when, like a wounded animal, I often bit the hand not just of the deserving but those who were trying to come to my rescue. That’s the only “do over” I would want and the thoughts of those days remain painful to me even as grace has found its way through cracks in the darkness. There are people I cannot say “sorry” to not from lack of desire but rather because it would just hurt them more to be reminded of me. All I have is a prayer that God would somehow bless them in a way greater than I infringed. Those days are why I rarely ever go by my old high school and yet they’ve given me the gift of humility even as they also helped make me a Priest out of gratitude for surviving them and a desire to do and be better in recompense.

Yet, driving back home through the western Wisconsin Driftless there’s also gratitude. Music was played. Good people traveled with me and shared my Minnesota days. I regret nothing of the work I did trying to make the lives of nursing home residents somewhat better for my service to them. There were good times and good people and moments I wish I could live over and over again. I made it to Africa four times and found the love of my life in that state’s far north. Even as it was time to go a part of my heart never completely left and probably never will. When my days are done I’ll go back there and await the resurrection in a country cemetery an hour or so from North Dakota.

Still, these “turn and burn” trips to where my family still reside are always a mixture and I guess they always will. Grateful for where I am I still mystically see the faces of those I left behind and feel that strange mixture of sadness and joy and regret and gratitude that seems to come from revisiting the places that once anchored my body and heart in the storms of time. As important as it is for me to be where I am it was also valuable for me to have been where I was, good, bad, ugly, and blessed. And as long as my folks are there I will also return. That is the way of things.

And it’s good, in all my travels, to remember that my true Home, by grace, still waits without melancholy and without the patina of memory or good or bad but only grace.

On Fruitcake…

There are many who dislike fruitcake and the fault often lies in the recipe. Since I was a child our family has used a recipe for fruitcake that has passed the smell and taste test for many fruitcake agnostics. The recipe was given to us through family from Canada and the secret lies both in the ingredients and the process of construction which includes simmering the citrons (fruits) in a spicy broth that takes the bitterness away, replacing it with a sweet and aromatic goodness that often turns skeptics into believers.

Here’s the recipe. Makes two loaves.

Things you need to make it include: Two 9 x 5 x 3 inch bread pans either glass or metal. 1 large bowl. A spatula, Measuring cup (1 cup). Measuring spoons. Toothpicks and aluminum foil.

Directions: Bring to a boil for three minutes the following ingredients: 1 1/2 pounds of fruit cake fruit (citrons). 2 cups of water. 2 cups of dark brown sugar. 2 sticks of BUTTER. 2 cups raisins. 2 teaspoons of cinnamon. 1 teaspoon of nutmeg. 1/2 teaspoon of cloves.. 1/2 teaspoon of allspice. 1 tablespoon of salt. Set aside to cool to lukewarm with occasional stirring.

As the mixture is cooling combine 4 cups of white flour, 2 teaspoons of baking soda, 2 teaspoons of baking powder, and, if you wish, 1 and 1/2 cups of chopped walnuts.

When the liquid ingredients have become lukewarm mix wet and dry together and spoon in equal measures into aluminum foil lined bread pans. Bake for at least one hour at 350 degrees (F) and check for being done with a toothpick as you would a cake. You may need to extend the baking time to 1 hour 15 minutes if using a glass pan.

Wrap the loaves, when they cool, in aluminum foil and let rest for at least a week for best flavor.

From our family to yours over the years and generations!

A Letter to the President…

Sent to the White House today…

Dear Mr. President,

Presidents lead in many ways and my encouragement, as a pastor and citizen, would be for you to seize the opportunity to lead in something so crucial to our country at the present moment, civility.

I know there are a lot of loud voices out there and I’m not one of them. I’m just the pastor of a medium sized church in Wisconsin that has seen my parishioners get caught up in the swirl of harsh words and angry feelings so typical of our American politics as of late and I see the weariness in their souls as the kinds of structures we so need to keep our country together have frayed under the stress of harsh political rhetoric and unchecked emotions.

Yes, we do need to make America great again, but we need to do that together and that means we have to find a way to build bridges and find common ground. If our political and social discourse has degraded to name calling and stereotypes so many truly important things will be left undone, things you would like to do as well, and this great American experiment will die not with a whimper but a scream.

I have a small pulpit, you have the largest one, the honor and office of President of our great nation. I pray for you always and all of our civil authorities as is common to my Orthodox Christian faith, and I truly wish God’s grace on everyone in political office. In that spirit I would encourage you to both lead and leave a legacy.

Take the initiative regardless of what others may say or do and speak nobly, honorably, and with words that would uplift us all, even those who may not agree with you. Someone has to be the first to be the better man, to take the higher road, and to do the work of unity and I believe you have that capability within you.

Then, in doing so, you’ll leave a legacy not of love/hate but rather of respect for both you and the office of President. We so need that again and 100 years from now when people look back on you and your legacy your determination to be a Christian gentleman in the best sense of that word could be just the gift you could leave to all of us, a legacy of being, in a time of verbal and social chaos, a leader, the one who’s love for country was expressed in calm, assured, and eloquent speech just at the time when things looked like they were going to fall apart.

Again, please be assured of my prayers for you and all of our civil authorities. Those prayers are not political or partisan but rather reflect a deep wish that God would grant wisdom, peace, and good judgement to everyone in political office and they’ll continue in both my personal and parish life as they have for centuries in our Orthodox Christian tradition.

May God grant you grace, peace, health, safety, and wisdom in both your personal and public life.

In Christ,

Fr John Chagnon

The Christmas Lights…

outside my window are zany and beautiful and light up the encroaching darkness with a colorful resistance. I see them flowing in the wind and I remember what it was like as a child to drive through the night to see the decorations downtown and wind through the Wausau cold evening, face pressed up against the station wagon window, for the neighbor’s show.

I often measure my life in Christmases and although I sometimes feel my memory slip with the years I somehow remember details of those times long past as the old man staring back at me in the bathroom mirror drifts into childhood again and again. It’s a kind of curse to know what you know now without having the opportunity to relive what was good and amend where one should’ve known better. Too soon old we are and too late smart we become. Yet there is happiness as well.

I never wanted to completely grow up. I mean I had to to pay bills and do my work and have some kind of life but the whole idea of just leaving childhood somewhere back there forever just didn’t seem wise and certainly not fun. The clock is ticking and all my grade school friends are now grandparents, boy did that happen fast, and I know my days are numbered as well. Still, especially around Christmas, I wander back to those days and I can because I never completely closed the door on them. One of the best decisions I ever made.

There is a kind of refuge there for me, a certain magic. While each Christmas that passes reminds me of who has left us, how far away from home I seem to be, and the reality that one day I may be all alone around this time of year, I have a safety valve, an escape hatch.

Overwhelmed by the world. Aware of my responsibilities. Consumed with the care of others. I slip out, like a child quietly wandering through the house in the small hours, and travel back to days I can never recover but always seem to be just right around the corner. Gifts long land filled are fresh and new again. There is a kind of innocent happiness. All the old gang back in Wausau are alive and young and free of this weary world for a while. And I play without care for who is watching.

The busy season is ahead. Alms need to be given. Services need to be celebrated. The lonely and cold and aged and imprisoned need someone to help carry their load. This is life and I have no regrets. Still the lights are shining in the trees and bushes just outside my front window. The tree is lit and decorated. The snow will soon settle in over Sun Prairie and in small moments as real as the hand in front of my face I’ll fly back to different times, innocent days, and a world that seemed just a little while ago even as the calendar says otherwise.

Never grow so old that you lose your sense of wonder.

Homily, November 23, 2025

Back in the last century when I was a child it would be about this time of year that something would arrive in our mail delivered to us by an exhausted letter carrier. It was a catalog, actual several of them, just in time for Christmas.

Now to you who are not from that century a catalog is really just a thing made out of paper, a book if you will, where, instead of scrolling, you turned the pages and there were pictures and prices of things you could buy. If you wanted something you’d send a check to an address after filling out a form or, perhaps, you’d travel downtown to the actual store and pick it up for yourself. It was a very analog and organic approach to sales and way ahead of its time because it could also be recycled. How cool was that!

And the Christmas catalogs back then were skillfully created to ensure that children would nag their parents day and night for whatever caught their eye in anticipation of the big day. You see the boring stuff like draperies and shoes and housewares were printed in a kind of monotone, not unlike early Windows operating systems, but the potential Christmas presents were printed, at least in my era of the last century, in bright, glossy color that jumped out at our eager little eyes.

Even back then, in the days of only three TV networks, we were already being educated in how to be good members of the consumer society, acquirers of stuff, desirous of whatever was next. And people my age are the ones who raised most of you listening to me right now with what we’d been groomed with ourselves. In our defense we, too, were children of our time and mostly unconscious of the cultural waters in which we swam.

That being said, the catalog people didn’t, however, tell us about the very large downside, the reality that our treasures would break or soon lose our interest or that there would be a later version of our gifts to deliberately render our current ones obsolete. As we grew older they also didn’t tell us that the stuff we thought we wanted to own would start to own us, that bigger, better, faster, and more would require maintenance, upkeep, and a constant chase to stay ahead in the game. They left us blissfully unaware that more stuff means more work and we were definitely never told that everything we thought was ours would one day be someone else’s via the thrift store or eternally slip from our grasp when, one day, our kids would throw it away after our funeral.

They also didn’t tell us that to keep, acquire, and maintain we’d find ourselves making personal compromises. At first they’d be little things but as time wore on the quest for more and the maintenance that would follow would strongly tempt us to cut corners with our family, our politics, our lives, our morals, our faith, and, indeed, our souls.

Threatened with the loss of the things of this world, the pressure to sacrifice our moral core values and the things of eternity can grow, like the rich man in our Gospel, in its allure and what were, at first, little nips around the edges over time can easily turn into large gashes across our souls. Like fish caught up in the moment our vision can easily be blinded to the hook within the easy meal. The fear of losing what we spent so much time and effort to gain and the compromises we found ourselves making to allay that fear are why the Scripture warns us that the love of money is the root of evil but the more we acquire the greater the temptation to ignore the alarm.

Still, there is no evil, per se, in having things. There is, however, great evil afoot if we find ourselves paying for them with our souls. Our Lord knows we have physical and practical needs but if getting them causes us to fall away from being rich in the things of God then we need to ask some hard questions of ourselves. If the compromises we make to keep the temporal start robbing us of the eternal then perhaps this time of fasting is also our wake up call.

Our Orthodox history is full of people who gladly exchanged the whole world, all the things they’d acquired so they could keep their soul. Out stories don’t necessarily have to be exactly like theirs, although they might, but surely the watchfulness they had, the larger vision, the eternal perspective should be ours as well.

On His arrival among us our Lord changed everything and those who accept His story as theirs will see the whole world in a different way. To the faithful Christian what matters no longer comes through catalogs and marketing and the wisdom of this world but rather of that which is, while already present among us, also to come. The eyes that see eternity also see the present in a different way and filter even the good things of this world through God’s lens. And those who choose to keep their soul, especially in a world where the temptation to sell it cheap is pervasive, will find the riches of heaven, the life to come even in the present and become children not just of the times but eternity.

Whatever else happens in this world, my dear Orthodox friends, never sell your soul cheap. Never, ever, ever.

Only Words…

Somewhere along the line we lost the art of dialogue, of rationality, of wisdom and wit, and of speech as a tool for the common good rather than the destruction of our foes. People, even those who we’d normally expect to be better than that, at least in public, have opened the sewers within and decided that the contents are now for public consumption whether we like it or not and there doesn’t seem to be any mother with a bar of soap in hand to take care of it.

“Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks…” (Luke 6:45) and those hearts are being exposed live, every day, on national television. The darkness within has now come out, unashamed, unfiltered, and as obvious as a punch in the nose. Not even the pretense of dignity, nor even the attempt. Just a stream of broken consciousness on display for all to see, a revelation of the deep soulish emptiness disgorged for the public.

This will not be fought with the same fire. It can only be fought with a resolute few deciding to recapture the comeliness of speech and the control of the tongue. The third chapter of James needs to be rediscovered, reinforced, and renewed among the faithful as the precursor of the change we expect in the world. The game only wins if we decide to play it. Opt out and it crumbles, after a few desperate flailing swings at us, under the weight of its crudeness. No need so much for a bar of soap but rather for salt and light and grace and a holy stubborn refusal to ape our superiors who’ve chosen the dark side of the discourse.

In time a simple question will reveal the faithful from the frauds, the good from the bad and the ugly, the moral adults from the children. Do we have to flush after we speak or not?

A Letter to My Parish

As you might know from the news or social media our Orthodox Faith has been in the news across the country. 

The New York Times recently published an article about the “surge” of people, including many young men, who’ve come to the Orthodox Church. The article was generally fair but there have been some who seem to be focused on finding elements of political activism as the major factor in people entering our Faith. This is simply not so. 

A second statement, recently amended, by a Congressman from South Carolina implied that certain elements of our Church in the US are essentially state actors on behalf of the Russian government and claimed that a delegation of American Orthodox leaders, including our own Bishop John, might use their meeting with the current administration to express their concerns regarding the persecution of the canonical Ukrainian Orthodox Church to further Russian political interests. Again, this was met with very direct refutation and the congressman involved has slowly backtracked his claims. 

Things like this should be expected as Orthodoxy begins to draw attention in the larger culture. We’re still a tiny fraction of US Christians, but our rapid growth has drawn attention and a fair amount of it can be speculative and based on a shortage of accurate information or rooted in unexamined stereotypes. People who may know little about Orthodoxy other than what they saw in the movie “My Big, Fat, Greek Wedding” are noticing us, asking questions, and sometimes making assumptions from their own worldviews rather than actually listening to authentically Orthodox leaders and people. 

My encouragement, first, is for all of us to remember that in our current cultural milieu all media has some sort of bias, and we should be careful consumers of it regardless of the source. Ask questions and don’t believe everything you see in print or on your screens as fact in and of itself. Second, and of most importance, is for all of us to faithfully and joyfully live out our Faith and be the embodied truth of what the media can at best see only in shadows. Let our love for God and neighbor worked out in our everyday lives be a living witness so that, as our Lord says, the people around us will see our good works and glorify God. —

Homily, November 16, 2025

Homily November 16, 2025

“Do not confuse man -this image of God – with the evil which is in him, because evil is only his accidental misfortune, a sickness, a devil’s dream; but man’s essence – the image of God – is always there”

St. John of Kronstadt

How scandalous Jesus must have appeared in HIs life among us. His followers were largely uneducated. His dinner companions often were tax collectors, prostitutes, and the great unwashed. Wherever He traveled the sick and demonized followed. He touched the untouchables and spoke with great grace to those who had only heard harsh words from their Rabbi 

Our Lord was holy, pure, sinless and, as one of the Trinity, inspired the very laws which many of the people He spent time with had broken. He had every right to judge and yet refrained. He had the ability to point out every flaw hidden deep within the hearts of those who listened to His words but most often chose mercy. The only prayer He had even for those who laughed at His torture on the cross was for their forgiveness. 

Now it wasn’t a matter of low standards or compromise. Indeed our Lord said that the Law must be fulfilled. It also wasn’t about what we call “love” in our times, a bland acceptance of everything, even the dangerous and cruel, rooted in wanting to just get along. There was something more. 

Our Lord Jesus saw that we humans were broken, entrapped, and made mortally ill by our sins. He knew that our decisions often made us playthings of the demonic. He knew our capacity to reason ourselves out of  our situation was compromised. We all had become confused. We were sheep without a shepherd. We had become, as St. John of Kronstadt says, “A devil’s dream.”

And, out of love beyond our imagination and mercy beyond comprehension He came to us in all our various kinds of disfigurement so that we would again be made well, holy, and true. The healthy, or at least those under the delusion of assuming their perfection, never understood this then or now. So the Great Physician came to those who would understand, the sinners of His time, indeed of all time, and chose to be their friend, their companion, and most of all their Savior. And, in doing this He left an example for us all.

One of the great paradoxes of Orthodoxy is that we run hard to get away from the sins which, as the Apostle Paul says “So easily beset us…” Our standards are high and challenging and the goal is to increasingly be nothing less than as like our Lord as possible. Yet that same standard also demands that we see those around us struggling with sin not as lepers to be avoided but as co-strugglers with us caught up in a darkness that we ourselves could easily succumb to if we let our guard down and people who need not a judge but a physician, indeed the Great Physician of our souls.

The temptation is strong, especially in these times, to want to hide ourselves away. A godly life can be very difficult to maintain in a world where things that can do great damage to our souls are not only accepted but celebrated. Yet we dare not if for no other reason than our Lord’s command to “Go ye into all the world…” 

St. John of Kronstadt, quoted at the beginning of this homily, was a man of great personal piety and yet that didn’t prevent him from caring for the hardest cases not with judgement or distance but with compassion and an understanding that each person, no matter what sin encumbered them, bore the image of God and that godly love compelled him to embrace that image even if they had no understanding of it themselves. 

We who’ve been given grace must do the same, never shunning any person regardless of their sins but rather resolving to become channels of God’s grace. To us no sinner is repulsive beyond salvation and any and all who need to repent, like ourselves, are welcome to find among us the salvation we all so desperately need. Those who judge and condemn will accuse themselves by their own standards. Those who graciously hold the high calling of God as a banner and in true Christian love desire to share what God has generously given will both save themselves and become a bridge so those battered by the world can cross to find rest and home with the One whose yoke, unlike this world’s, is easy and whose burden is light.

As Orthodox we work hard to put distance between us and everything sinful and broken within but we don’t put distance between ourselves and the people we encounter everyday who are themselves caught up in the accidental misfortunes and the devil’s dreams. To them we offer mercy, words of life and healing, and with great patience and love share the cup of living water that we’ve been given.

In some ways this is as scandalous today as it was when Jesus walked among us. We live in a world where we’re quick to judge others, forgetting the beam in our own eye while hunting for the specks in others. Yet if the world is to be saved, if we are to be saved, we must both strive for Christ’s holiness and sit, like Him, with the sinners to the end that we and they and all of us may be saved.