Dear Doubters of Great Faith, Welcome to year two of our great romance, this epic novel that you and I, the good people of the Episcopal Church of St. Thomas the Apostle, all of us Doubters, are forging together. It is hard to imagine that it has been A year, and yet, in COVID time, ONLY a year. 2020 may go down as the year that an instant and an eternity intersected in the most unusual of ways! Our first year together has been about listening – listening to each other, listening to the community and the world around us, and listening for God’s calling to us and for us. Listening can seem passive, and yet, as we have seen, it is anything but. We have actively, intentionally listened, through worship, and sermons, through book studies, and education, and forums. In all of the many ways we have spent time…
Be still and know that I am God! – Psalm 46:10, NRSV Dear Doubters of Great Faith, This is my first opportunity to say to you, in this time and space, “Happy New Year!” It may seem a bit redundant, some 14 days into the New Year, considering all that’s happened in the still so new 2021. I am imagining that most of us held, and continue to hold, the highest of hopes that this new year will be filled with the brightness of Epiphany light, in the sure knowledge that our God, Immanuel, resides among us. The turning of “new years” naturally evoke thoughts of time, evaluations of past, present, and castings of hope for the future. It is just part and parcel of who we are as humans, in our self-revelatory process as we seek God’s ongoing and ever-going revelation. And so, on Sunday, we will congregate, again…
Christopher Thomas Sermon for the First Sunday after the Epiphany, Baptism of Our Lord, Year B – 1/10/21 Genesis 1:1-5 Psalm 29 Acts 19:1-7 Mark 1:4-11 “I love to tell the story of unseen things above, of Jesus and His glory, of Jesus and His love. I love to tell the story, because I know ‘tis true; it satisfies my longings as nothing else can do. I love to tell the story, ‘twill be my theme in glory to tell the old, old story of Jesus and His love.” – Katherine Hankey, William Fischer Listen…to the story. “In the beginning when God created the heavens and the earth, the earth was a formless void and darkness covered the face of the deep, while a wind from God swept over the face of the waters. Then God said, “Let there be light”; and there was light. And God saw that the…
Christopher Thomas Sermon for the Second Sunday after Christmas Day, Observing Epiphany, Year B – 1/3/21 Jeremiah 31:7-14 Psalm 84:1-8 Ephesians 1:3-6, 15-19a Matthew 2:1-12 “Tell out my soul, the greatness of the Lord! Unnumbered blessings give my spirit voice; tender to me the promise of God’s word; in God my Savior shall my heart rejoice!” Most of you know that for many years I was the Parish Business Administrator, and many years before that, a member, of Christ Church Cathedral in downtown Houston, Texas. Christ Church Cathedral holds a lot of different, fascinating distinctions in its journey story, being the second oldest surviving congregation in Texas, and the only one of the original Houston congregations still worshiping on its original site some 180+ years. The parish currently worships in the third structure to stand at that location, a beautiful, turn-of-the-20th century Victorian-Gothic building that is loaded with signs and…
Dear Doubters of Great Faith, Happy Christmastide! I hope this finds you basking in all of the light that Christ’s natal star has to offer to each and every one of us, particularly this Christmas. If ever we needed to celebrate Immanuel, God’s residing among us, as one of us, in human form, 2020 is most surely the year! It is with that joy that I tell you (again) of my appointment, and your Vestry’s resounding approval, along with both Bishop Sumner and Bishop Smith, of the Rev. Stephen J. Waller to the honorary position of Rector Emeritus of the Episcopal Church of St. Thomas the Apostle. Fr. Stephen served the St. Thomas family for well over 23 years, from 1989 thru 2012, and I know has had a profound effect on so many of your individual lives, and the collective life of this parish, having journeyed alongside you through…
Christopher Thomas Sermon for the Nativity of Our Lord, Year B, Christmas I – 12/24/20 Isaiah 9:2-7 Psalm 96 Titus 2:11-14 Luke 2:1-14(15-20) Of one thousand stars I see There are many more unseen I’m amazed how they sparkle They do not sleep or dream. When I hear the stars are out tonight I sleep before to stay awake The moon will rise and give notice To the coming of awe before the break The sky will lighten heavens palace Sending down rays of illuminating light Covering the first frost late autumn Reminding me of winter’s nearing sight If I could take just a few stars I’d put them on a tall tree I’d walk the ground beneath the glow Blessed with all that is given free. – Starry Night, by Doug Pederson When words escape us, all we are left with is awe and wonder. When actions escape us,…
“Sleepers, wake!” A voice astounds us, the shout of rampart guards surrounds us: “Awake, Jerusalem, arise!” – Philipp Nicolai (1556-1608) Dear Doubters of Great Faith, One of my favorite Advent carols beckons us out of our drowsed slumber, warning of the immanence of the in-breaking of light into what seems eternal darkness, and heeding preparation, so that we too may share in the great gift of Immanuel, God among us. The time is nigh. In rising up, we become active co-conspirators, co-creators, as it were, with God, in the dawning of this new age. And so, we awake, to go out and greet this baby, who is, in many human ways, like us, and yet in so many other ways, so radically, divinely different! God becomes like us, flesh, 10 fingers and toes, a beating heart, and a brain. And yet, in many ways, so different from us, at least…
Christopher Thomas Sermon for the Third Sunday of Advent, Year A – 12/13/20 Isaiah 61:1-4, 8-11 Canticle 15 1 Thessalonians 5:16-24 John 1:6-8, 19-28 I am always and forever fascinated by language, by words, what words mean, what they stand for. Because words are simply, merely representative of actions and feelings and realities that reflect and actually go beyond our mortal human experiences. Words are mystical, bordering almost on magical, because they transcend linear time and space; sometimes we tire of them, but they don’t have a shelf-life and expire; no, no words are past, and present, and future. And that excites me! Anything that transcends, that breaks the bounds, the boundaries, the limits of linear time, excites me, because it lifts me out of my own mortality, if even for a moment, and gives me brief glimpses of God’s arc of time and space. And so, as we light…
Christopher Thomas Second Sunday of Advent, Year B – 12/06/2020 Isaiah 40:1-11 Psalm 85:1-2, 8-13 2 Peter 3:8-15a Mark 1:1-8 The beginning of the good news of Jesus Christ, the Son of God… The beginning of the good news of Jesus Christ, the Son of God, is not, in fact, Jesus Christ, the Son of God. The beginning of the good news of Jesus Christ, the Son of God, at least according to Mark, is John. John, you know him. I feel sure you’ve seen him. I know I have. You know the one I’m talking about. John. He used to stand under the canopy of Foley’s Department Store on Main Street in Houston, Texas. “Repent!” “The end is near!” “For you know not the hour or the day that our Lord will make his return!” “Prepare the way of the Lord!” He’s the one I would studiously avoid making…
With the energy we have, we begin the day, waiting and watching and hoping. We wait, not clear about our waiting. But filled with a restlessness, daring to imagine that you are not finished yet – so we wait, patiently, impatiently, restlessly, confidently, quaking and fearful, boldly and daring. Your sovereign decree stands clear and we do not doubt. We wait for you to dissolve in tender tears. Your impervious rule takes no prisoners, we wait for you to ache and hurt and care over us and with us and beyond us. Cry with us the brutality grieve with us the misery tremble with us the poverty and hurt. Attend to us – by attending in power and in mercy, remake this alien world into our proper home. We pray in the name of the utterly homeless one, even Jesus. Amen. — Walter Brueggemann, 1989 How do we wait for…