Homily, September 21, 2025

Homily, September 21

As long as we’re children of this world we’ll be slaves. What we’ve given ourselves to will become our master and what we crave of it will become our addiction. Jesus knew this, and thus our Gospel today. 

Because all of it, even the useful things of this world, are temporary. Honors will be forgotten. Riches will end up in another’s hands. Fame will drift from our grasp. Someone else will eventually own your house. And everyone will have their Ecclesiastes moment along the way, a time when they discover, like the wise teacher of old, that everything of this world is “vanity.” 

If all of your hope, if all your life is invested in this world then any disruption will be soul rending and catastrophic not because it truly is but rather because your heart is where your treasure has been placed. Jobs, status, love, beauty, power, wealth all will be revealed as “less than” and exposed as temporary things stored where thieves can steal them and rust and corruption are always a possibility. 

And then there’s death. Roman crucifixions were not just for the condemned but for the public as well, a way to stoke this ultimate fear for the cause of social compliance. Nothing has changed even today. The reality of death has turned us into soulless accumulators and people trapped in the moment.  Our fear of mortality and the baubles it takes from us have often taken us far away from everything that truly matters for the sake of the illusions our world offers as patent medicine for the fear of dying. 

This is why Jesus asks us to take up His cross and, like Him, voluntarily lose the lives we’ve been told are supposed to be in exchange for that which they were truly designed. We were meant to be children of God, of eternity, of a world so much different from that in which we live, a world whose values, meaning, and purpose are filled with the divine and whose citizens are transfigured by the light of heaven. 

To attain this we’re asked to die to everything temporal, mortal, and less. This is a difficult challenge our Lord presents us with. Yet emptying ourselves of these lesser things creates space for everything holy, bright, pure, and eternal.  Remembering this allows us to see beyond any given moment, even episodes of intense suffering, in an awareness that there’s so much greater, more, and holy available even in the face of death. If our Faith is correct you and I will exist eternally so what should we make of any given moment of this fraction of our existence and how should we live differently in the here and now? 

The great St. Polycarp, when threatened with execution by fire, calmly responded by telling the authorities that their short fire would be his deliverance from an eternal one. He wasn’t delusional. He knew what they were planning to do but he was also prepared to take up his cross and give away everything because he saw the larger story behind the immediate, the greater reality beyond the moment, and the eternal life just beyond the earthly horizon. This is the way of all the great martyrs and confessors of our Faith and it can, and should be, God giving us both strength and wisdom, ours as well.

No, we’re not delusional. We need things of this world to live in this world but we do not need to be captivated by them. We know that suffering will visit us. If our Lord was not immune how could we expect to be? Still, we know there’s a bigger reality beyond any given moment, even the painful ones, and even death and loss have been transfigured to the heart willing to become aware of the cross in an eternal and cosmic way.

The rest of the world may see a cross as punishment, as degradation, as meaningless pain followed by empty death. A soul illumined by grace, however, sees in it the death of death, the breaking of the power of sin and mortality, and the glorious freedom of being resurrected to a renewed way of existing in this world, a way filled with the life to come and eternity. 

This is the secret of how we can live and thrive even in a darkened world. This is the basis for how we take holy action in response to the hungers and struggles we see around us and within. This is how we become transfigured rather than degraded by the pain we see around us or the experience of it within. This is how we find life even when it may seem we’re losing all the temporary things our culture tells us to acquire to fill the empty spaces within where God should reside. 

The real question is “Have we had enough?” Have we played the game and grown tired of always falling short of the win? Have we bent and broken ourselves into contortions for things we can’t keep? Have we given precious moments of our life away for that which is carried into the wind seconds after it ends? Have we had a moment when we looked into the mirror and thought “Is this it?”

Perhaps only in that kind of moment when we’ve given up our lives for everything unreal, unholy, and temporal and felt the emptiness of it will we even think of listening to Jesus’ words and consider not clinging so tightly to that which will inevitably pass away while taking up His cross.

And could it be, though, that  when we do we’ll understand that perhaps Jesus was right all along and find, in that truth, the peace and freedom that nothing in this world can take away?

Homily, November 10

Homily, November 10, 2024

Who is my neighbor?

The guy ahead of me in traffic watching his phone, drinking coffee, and forgetting his blinker, is, according to Jesus, my neghbor.

The older lady who seems to be taking so much time at the checkout line, she, too, is my neighbor.

The keyboard warrior taking cheap shots at my faith and values from the safety of his room in the anonymous world is to be treatd as a neighbor.

The folks with the rainbow flag on their front porch, they, too are my neghbor and so is the one who struggles to decide what bathroom is best for them.

The young lady leaving the clinic empty of life but full of regret is, by the command of Christ, my neighbor and so is the one who couldn’t care less.

The politician who plucks the heartstrings of my prejudices with their words and the one who’s decided I don’t matter all that much, both are my neighbors.

Some guy on the street with a cardboard sign is my neighbor whether he’s telling the truth about his poverty or not.

The person next to me at church is my neighbor even if we’ve bumped heads a few times at parish meetings.

The one who hurt me long ago is my neighbor whether the pain was deliberate or accidental.

The inmate in jail, even for loathsome crimes, remains my neighbor in the Christian sense of that word.

Even the one who would destroy me if they could is not excluded from the circle of neighbors.

The list goes on and is as wide as the world and near as the person next door. Everyone the Master of the Feast has invited, everyone called out from the highways and byways, strangers, friends, enemies, victims and perpetrators, each, even if they don’t know it, even if they reject it, are neighbor to the truly faithful.  

There are no exceptions, the world according to Jesus, is full of people I need to consider my neighbor and the list is pretty unconditional. The God who sends rain on both the good and the bad, the just and the unjust, calls me to offer, to the best of my ability, everyone I encounter grace, mercy, and yes, even the goodness I would show to a long time and trusted neighbor.

This doesn’t require us to always agree with or accept what others may do or be. We are who we are as Orthodox Christians and the vision of the world given to us in our Faith is wise, time tested, and full of healing grace for those who would embrace it. There are good reasons why we both value and share it even knowing that some may refuse it. 

But the spirit in which we hold our Faith, the spirit with which we encounter the world and the people in it is what makes all the difference. We can become angry, sullen, vindictive, and even play the power games our broken world seems to cherish. We can become hard, insensitive, ungracious and unwilling. We can forget ourselves and seek, even though the Scripture warns us against it, to overcome what we believe to be evil in evil ways. We can objectify and walk past the suffering for a hundred and one reasons bu that is not who our Lord calls us to be.

The Good Samaritan tended to the wounds of the fallen with precisely the medicine and care required. No hesitation in the face of his wounds. No lectures about why the victim was foolish enough to be traveling alone.  No yelling at the Priest and Levite for their failure to serve. Only oil and wine and a place to recover in a sprit of holy generosity and in our world are not such things needed now more than ever?

Jesus teaching here is hard. It’s profoundly counter cultural. To do good deeds for their own sake to everyone who has need is a difficult path to follow. To genuinely love without regard is a narrow path and few find it. It requires the emptying of the self. It requires the suspension of judgment, not to actions, but to the very heart of every person we encounter, everyone our faith teaches us bears the image of God even if it looks like that image has been mutilated beyond repair.

Yet striving to live like this, to live like Jesus, is the very substance of our Faith and contains within it an eternal kind of wisdom. Everything we desire to learn, every discipline we undertake to grow, everything we read and abosorb and struggle with is to designed to help us become something heavenly upon the Earth, light in the darkness, joy among the weeping, and the reality of the world to come in the every day.

And that striving to be neighbor in word and deed to everyone, not in a sloppy or sentimental way but in the pattern set for us by Christ, is what makes us Christian in the best sense of the word. It makes us humble and holy, keenly aware of the brokenness in ourselves and others but also deeply desiring the salvation and healing of everyone, even those we or the world may consider unworthy. It challenges us to die to yourselves but rewards us with the possibility of being resurrected, even in this world, to something so much deeper and better. It settles the heart even in troubled times gives a joy that no circumstance can take away.

Who is my neighbor? If you answer this as Jesus does you’ll change the world but even more you, we, and I will become the children of God.

I Suppose You Like to Play Russian Roulette…

she said as she walked by.

I knew what she meant. She was talking about what others had talked about as well. Going to Africa, 20 hours and a world away by plane, when all the headlines are screaming “Ebola” at the top of their lungs. There was no sense in using logic, talking about the facts, showing people maps. All everyone heard was “Africa” and “Ebola” on the TV and nothing else seemed to matter.

They asked my boss if I was gong to be quarantined when I came back. I understand the consternation, but I’m saddened at how emotion has made everyone afraid of things with which they don’t have to be consumed. There are many countries in Africa but only four at the present have people with Ebola. My destination is more than the length of the United States away from the countries that do, and on and on, facts trying to climb the walls of emotion and take down a castle bit of misinformation. Still, when my plane takes off and heads east there will be questions.

I have my own as well. Will people want to be around me when I return? I’m a Priest and I wonder if people will take the Holy Gifts from me, hug me, or kiss my hand (although I’m not crazy about that anyway)? On my return will there be some magic day when all of it goes away and people feel safe around me even though the country where I am going , Uganda, has no Ebola and the realistic chances of me getting it are winning the lottery slim and my spreading is even longer odds?

Still, I’m going to go.

Some of it is, to be truthful, about the travel and adventure, both things I enjoy. When I was a child I would devour National Geographic and I’ve been around the world many times in my mind. Now its going to happen, for real. I love the diversity of culture and land and people and all the magnificent tapestry of creation and if I was a wealthy man I would probably invest that wealth in little else than taking it all in. There is beauty and grace everywhere because the One who called it into being is the very definition of both.

Yet, there’s more.

You see, the story of Jesus is true. When Jesus came to us God came to live with us, teach us, heal us, bear our sorrows, conquer our fears, overcome our sins, and join us to himself. Somewhere deep inside of me, even when my life wasn’t and isn’t always reflective of this Truth, I still understood and understand that it is real, authentic, and good. Of all the messages, all the claims to truth, all the words that could be spoken, what words would be better than those that tell the story of Jesus and invite people into a living encounter with a God who loves them more than they will ever understand? Not just a matter of duty, it should be our joy to proclaim, in word and deed, this hope for the world, especially in these challenging times. What hardness of heart would keep this most precious reality away from those we love, or, for that matter, anyone who crosses our path? What cause could be greater than to live this life and help people anywhere possible to come to know the Lord of Life?

I have so much to learn, about life, about Faith, about being a Priest. All I can do is go where I can help, listen, and serve. Most of the time all of that will happen right here where I’ve been planted. Some of the time there are things that need to be done in a far away place. Regardless, I’m in God’s hands and whatever else happens the glory is His.

 

 

A Good Thought…

 

How blessed and wonderful, beloved, are the gifts of God! Life in immortality, splendor in righteousness, truth in boldness, faith in confidence, continence in holiness: and all these things are submitted to our understanding. What, then, are the things which are being prepared for those who wait for Him? The Creator and Father of the ages, the All-holy One, Himself knows their greatness and beauty. Let us then strive to be found among the number of those that wait, that we may receive a share of the promised gifts.

St. Clement of Rome, Letter to the Corinthians 35.1-4 late 1st century

Something I Need Work On…

“Try to fill your soul with Christ so as not to have it empty. Your soul is like a cistern full of water. If you channel the water to the flowers, that is, to the virtues, you will experience true joy and all the thorns of evil will wither away. But if you channel the water to the weeds, these will grow and choke you and all the flowers will wither.”

Elder Porphyrios