Christopher Thomas Sermon for Seventh Sunday of Easter, Year A – 5/24/20 Acts 1:6-14 Psalm 68:1-10, 33-36 1 Peter 4:12-14, 5:6-11 John 17:1-11 For anyone who knows me well, I’m just not a person who is big on “PDA’s,” Public Displays of Affection. You know what I’m talking about. Intimacy of any sort played out in a public setting. Now, who knows why that is. We could analyze my upbringing, maybe I didn’t see or experience many examples of PDA’s growing up, or maybe it’s all my time being inculcated to be a “Proper Southern Gentleman” who keeps his feelings and emotions private, to himself. Who knows? I’m sure I can and probably will spend lots of money trying to figure this out! And I didn’t grow up as a big “hugger” either. If you ever saw the movie “Dirty Dancing,” I’m sure you remember that iconic scene where Patrick…
This is the day that Jesus Christ returns to heaven, 40 days after his miraculous resurrection on Easter, marking the end of his earthly journey through humanity and the beginning of his role as our chief Advocate and intercessor. Ascension neatly bookends God’s great incarnational act, God’s dwelling among us, Emmanuel, from birth, death, resurrection, and return to the Father. It really is the circle of life that we experience in so many, varied, mysterious and wonderful ways. Christ’s return to God hastens images of this great vacuum in time between his leaving and what will come. My New Testament professor, Dr. Warren Carter describes this time as “the time between the now and the not yet.” Jesus has left, with promises of return in power and great glory; but when? He neglects to say when. A seemingly critical detail! And that “time between the now and the not yet”…
Christopher Thomas Sermon for Sixth Sunday of Easter, Year A – 5/19/20 Acts 17:22-31 Psalm 66:7-18 1 Peter 3:13-22 John 14:15-21 When you’re weary, feeling small When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all I’m on your side, oh, when times get rough And friends just can’t be found Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down – Bridge Over Troubled Water, Simon & Garfunkel Troubled. Troubled. Troubled. Paul Simon penned those iconic words, as Simon & Garfunkel’s anthem of angst took to the airwaves and pretty much summed up the feelings of a nation, maybe even a world, that was, “troubled,” to say the least. The year was 1970, and the world was on the edge of crises, the Vietnam War, raging all around, politics deeply dividing nations, peoples, communities, friends, families. Sound familiar? To say that things were “troubled” would have been…
“Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.” – Hebrews 11:1, NRSV I feel like you and I, dear Doubters of Great Faith, are on the strangest of journeys, this path we’ve been led into, not of our own choosing, but borne of necessity, at the most peculiar of times, in the very infancy of our relationship together. It’s the time when Rector and congregation, like partners who have wed, learn through acts, and signs, and words, and deeds, what trust, and hope, and, indeed, faith, and “faith-full-ness” (to be filled with faith) look like. I refer to you as “Doubters of Great Faith” for a reason. To my way of thinking, that is a sign and symbol of your great courage to live in the place of tension between that which you can see, that which seems so obvious, and that which…
“…those who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength, they shall mount up with wings like eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint.” – Isaiah 40:31, NRSV I didn’t grow up a sports fan. I avoided sports at all possible cost! I was the nerdy kid who found his sense of “place” in music, and in Church (big C). And so, I missed out on all the wonderful life lessons that sports offer, about being a part of a team, working together toward a common goal, about strategy, and purpose, about sacrifice for the common good, healthy competition, and about, well, waiting. And so, I’ve surprised myself in the last few years as I have developed a taste for what I once considered a great bore, America’s pastime, baseball; and more specifically, Houston Astros baseball! One of the things that I know…
“…Grant that when we hear his voice we may know him who calls us each by name, and follow where he leads…” – Collect for the Fourth Sunday of Easter, BCP, p. 225 There is absolutely no doubt that I am a “do-er.” If it comes down to choosing between “doing,” and “being,” my choice is ALWAYS going to be to “do” something. I AM a “do-er.” It’s why I was a productive church administrator. Administrators get to “do” something, administrate! The choice to “be” is a much more difficult, somewhat unnerving space to occupy, because I always, invariably feel like I should be “doing” something! Sheep, oddly enough, for all the claims of their ignorance, appear to know how to “be.” Seems like they stand around and eat a lot, and just “be.” And they’re ok with that. It’s interesting to consider Good Shepherd Sunday, particularly with regards to…
Christopher Thomas Sermon for Third Sunday of Easter, Year A – 4/26/20 Acts 2:14a, 36-41 Psalm 116:1-3, 10-17 1 Peter 1:17-23 Luke 24:13-35 One of the most fascinating and engaging classes I had the opportunity to take during my three years in seminary was a course taught by Dr. Benjamin D. Sommer, Professor of Bible and Ancient Semitic Languages at Jewish Theological Seminary in New York. The course was titled “Prophecy in the Second Temple Period,” and while I didn’t know much about the Second Temple Period, or Judaism for that matter, I was tantalized by something that would eventually resonate deep down into my very core, something that drew me in, beckoning me into and onto this journey toward the intersection of prophesy and exile. In retrospect, it probably was a very significant part of my priestly calling. Now, I’ve always perceived myself something of a prophet, but that…
My Dear People of St. Thomas, From our places of isolation, in the COVID-19 world, it’s hard to believe it is already April 23rd. We have not worshiped together in the physical building since the Second Wednesday in Lent, March 11th. In ways of pure ingenuity, we have banded together in spite of a virus! We waved palm branches, and built and stripped altars, and washed hands, and sat at empty tombs, and witnessed the Risen Christ in ways we never imagined possible. And yet. And yet. And yet. We are still left at that same “so what” place (always my big theological moment). What do we do with all this “Good News” that we’ve witnessed, year after year, even in new ways, that we continue to find? Because, after all, in the aftermath of resurrection, we’re still walking that same 7-mile stretch to Emmaus, wondering “What’s just happened,” and…
Christopher Thomas Sermon for Second Sunday of Easter, Year A – 4/19/20 Acts 2:14a, 22-32 Psalm 16 1 Peter 1:3-9 John 20:19-31 Be Careful of What You Ask For – You Might Get It! I saw it. With my own eyes. I wasn’t there, in person, but through the wonders of technology, and computers, I saw it, and yet, I simply could not believe it. I sat there, stone cold stunned, too shocked and frightened to move. The day started as most any other. I arrived at the Cathedral early on that September day, because arriving early, before dawn, was, is the way that a business administrator gets some serious work cranked out before phones start ringing, requests start coming in, life starts happening, in the heartbeat of the Church. I was buried in my office, in front of my computer, when I started getting pinged with notices from CNN…
My Dear People of St. Thomas, Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Christ is Risen! After what always to me seems like an eternity, and this year even more so, we are finally to Eastertide, the great 50 days of Easter in which we celebrate the Resurrection of our Savior Jesus Christ, the conquering of the grave. We can now, and we should now, and we must now shout “Alleluia” at every opportunity we can possibly find! Recognize Jesus Christ alive, Immanuel, among and with us, in all that we live and do, and all that we will continue to be. The promise and the hope of our future are alive and well, in spite of what our circumstances seem to say. Graves do not win! “Alleluias” of life-giving spirit and shouts of great thanks simply must be raised to all who worked tirelessly to make our Lenten/Palm Sunday/Holy Week/Easter observance the once-in-a-lifetime…