Where to start...I suppose in divinity school when I learned if you didn't want communion you could be blessed by the priest. I suppose during a seminar discussion at Hinton on the need for blessing. I suppose it had something to do with my Jazz Fest Prayers/Blessing station. I suppose while reading Gilead. I suppose on Ash Wednesday when I felt as a vessel of spiritual power (I have no way of communicating this other than I felt the power of God passing from me to those who came forward for the ashes). I suppose during the "stations" on the 5th Sunday in Lent when I had this desire to go around and bless every congregant. I suppose when I realized there was no communion bread.
What in the World Am I Talking About?
Leading up to Lent I had been on a streak of preaching for social justice. I was saying things I had always believed but never spoken out loud. Then Lent came and no matter how hard I tried to preach on social justice I couldn't, every sermon dealt with personal religion: loving what God loves. Only when we start loving what God loves (ourselves) can we begin to love our neighbor and enemy. I was surprised by this turn but thought for sure I would be able to gather back by social justice momentum for Easter (especially with the proximity of Earth Day). But that sermon never arrived.
The sermon that arrived was about blessing. And that is what I am talking about.
Blessing
On Good Friday the question and comforting thought occurred to me, "I wonder if the woman who prepares the communion bread received word that there will be communion for Easter Sunday? If not, no big deal I'll either make a loaf or pick one up this weekend." Saturday evening I thought, "Be sure and start a loaf of bread before you go to bed." But I forgot. Then Saturday night my youngest child was up sick. Easter morning, it was all I could do to get ready and peddle to church. As I coasted down Lyndale Avenue and crossed 46th St. I knew for sure that there would be no communion on Easter. Why? I decided to bless everyone.
Major thanks needs to go to the Rev. Dr. Kirk B. Jones for encouraging all to adopt a more playful, spontaneous, and experimental aspects into pastoral ministry.
The Ritual
I preached my sermon on blessing (which is my interpretation of Resurrection)
Judson Sermon 20140420 "The Unfinished Business of Easter" from Jacqueline Thureson on Vimeo.
After the sermon I invited those gathered to come forward and receive a blessing. I made the sign of the cross on their foreheads, said their name, followed by the simple blessing: The Lord Bless You and Keep You.
While attending a MCC worship service ten years ago I cried when I heard the minister offer communion to all those who were gathered. She voiced the invitation in such a tender and sweet way, nothing like the judgmental way I had experienced the call to the table. Since that day I have advocated that on "high holy days" we offer communion because I am sure there are those present who have been turned away from the table.
On a practical note, by offering a blessing instead of communion we did not have to fret over gluten free or gluten full bread options. We also bypassed the debate of the nature of communion. As Baptists I like to think our theology of communion as the lowest common denominator, but not everyone agrees with me on this.
The Reaction/Response
I thought maybe 20 people would come forward (there were 200+ in worship). I believe almost every person in attendance came forward. I should say before the service I approached a congregant and asked if she would help me bless people too (one of the many perks of having a bakers dozen ordained folk in the congregation).
People came forward crying (I cried too). New people came forward and told me their name before I blessed them. Kids that heretofore had not come forward came forward. And to my surprise people blessed me back. Some people put their arms on my shoulders, around my waist, or on my forehead. It was an amazing moment.
Pondering
Marilynne Robinson is correct. Perhaps the most meaningful act we, the ordained, can do is bless people. But why do we not do it more often?
Here is a text of the sermon.
The Unfinished Work of Easter
Genesis 12:1-5 & Mark 16:-8
Resurrection Morn – April 20, 2014
Judson Memorial
Baptist Church
– Minneapolis, MN
The Rev’d G. Travis Norvell
I
don’t know how & why chocolate became associated with the Resurrection of
our Lord, but I’m glad it did. And I’m
glad three women went to the tomb early one morning with expectant bodies,
minds, & souls. Tuned with the ears
of our hearts, may the expectancy continue this morning.
Let
us pray. Rising, Living, &
Courageous God
In this moment, place your love on our
lives, blessing us, reminding us of your trust in us. Take our eyes and see through them, take our
hands and work through them, take our minds and think through them, and take
our hearts and set them on fire.
Amen.
Let
us start off with a few questions?
How
many of you were (or are) the favorite child of your parents?
How
many wish they were (or are) the favorite child of your parents?
How
many had a relative, a boss, a professor, a neighbor that you liked but they
never really liked you?
Do
you have a favorite child, grandchild, or person in your life?
How
many of you are living your days with an unmet need for a blessing?
Or
how many are withholding your blessing from someone?
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he Old
Testament, especially the book of Genesis, is full of cagey, sneaky, and
conniving stories of folk trying to obtain a blessing. Right from the get go the Torah reveals the
journey of humanity as one seeking, being denied, and living with or without a
blessing. We are the heirs of that
journey, seekers of that gift, always holding out the hope of Abraham to be
blessed/to bless. We spend our days
doing amazing and surprising things trying to obtain a blessing. I would say all of us here this morning are
seeking a blessing, whether we acknowledge it or not.
At
the conclusion of Marilynne Robinson’s Pulitzer winning book Gilead,
the elderly Rev. John Ames blessed his middle aged godson John (Jack) Ames
Boughton. After the blessing Rev. Ames
reflected, “I told him it was an honor to
bless him. And that was absolutely
true. In fact I’d have gone through
seminary and ordination and all the years intervening for that one moment.” The act of blessing for all involved is a
liminal and luminous moment, it is to be present in those “thin places” where
the distance between heaven and earth is palpable.
About
15 years ago I began the ordination process at my home church in West Virginia. I
knew at the start that it was a terrible idea, but I reckoned with some charm,
good-old-boy-glad-handing, and smooth talking I could wiggle my way through
slippery details of theological disagreement.
They saw right through me. Before
anyone could say no, I withdrew. I spent the next few years trying to come to
grips with the situation, sleepless nights, bouts of melancholy, talks with
chaplains and counselors, etc. I knew the
gulf between what I believed and what they believed was deep and wide, but they
were the ones with whom I began my journey.
Looking back on it now, I didn’t expect us to agree, I hoped we could
acknowledge the gifts of one another.
One
day while at a retreat I asked the spiritual director, without fully knowing
what I was asking, if she would bless me.
She did. We held hands, she
prayed for me, and blessed me. By blessing me she did what I
desired/needed my home church to do.
This act did not solve all of my problems but it did untie the knots in
my soul. I felt like a new person, like
I was reborn, I experienced Resurrection.
Technically,
resurrection is the physically raising of a previously dead person into the
bosom of God.
Figuratively,
it is the surprising pronouncement of discovering the imaginative acts of God:
where
there is death, life;
where there is war, peace;
where there is hate, love ;
where there is alienation, community ;
where there inequality, justice;
where there is enmity,
reconciliation.
Practically,
it is announcing a blessing to the world in action, and in words, and with our
bodies
that
God has not given up on us,
that God continues to put God’s trust in us,
that God has us wrapped in a love that
will not let us go.
To
be truly blessed by God –
to feel in your bones, marrow deep,
it is to know with every cell that you are
loved by God,
that you are good in the eyes of God,
that you are one in whom God
trusts.
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,000 years ago
three women - not Peter, James, and John and definitely not Paul – began
sharing the gift of blessing with the surprising good news of the Resurrection:
he
is risen. We have their names:
Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James, and Salome – that is all we
have. Take all the nouns to describe
these women and add a few verbs and you can contain all we know about them in a
few short sentences, that’s it.
Yet what they did was so
powerful and amazing the
gospel authors made sure their names were kept for eternity by including their
witness in the Easter story. We read
them each and every Easter keeping their witness alive and present.
Although
we do not hear or see any mention of these tree women until the middle of the
15th chapter of Mark’s gospel we know they were with Jesus since the
inception of his ministry in Galilee in
chapter 1. They were Jesus’ shadow,
disciples with equals. Therefore, it is
only natural and right that they are the first evangelists of Easter –
announcing the gift of God.
On the one hand you may view their
act as a brave and courageous act, which it was. Three women defied the authorities when they
lingered around the cross, when they watched from afar while Joseph of
Arimathea took Jesus’ body to the tomb, when they bought spices to anoint
Jesus’ body, and when they went to the tomb to prepare Jesus’ body for eternal
rest. All of their actions were
commendable, copious, and courageous. If we only came to that conclusion all
would be fine and good.
But
there is a subterranean movement missed if we stopped there.
On the other hand, their act was
even more astonishing. They bought
spices to anoint Jesus, with no intention
of using them. They went to the tomb
knowing full well they could not move the stone from Jesus’ tomb. And when they
do not find Jesus in the tomb, drumroll please… they were scared, yes, but, but
not disappointed.
They
went to the tomb expecting resurrection.
Let
us linger with their fear for a moment.
Who
wouldn’t have been scared?
Have
you ever held a new born baby? The
little thing all scrunched up & wriggling, covered with afterbirth,
simultaneously you are overjoyed and terrified that you will drop it.
Or
have you held the hand of a loved one when they die. That last breath, rising like wafting incense
you are so thankful to be there but also deeply saddened that you will never
feel the warmth of those hands anymore.
A better translation of the word
fear would really be something like an ecstatic state. They were on an emotional, spiritual, bodily
high. Their holy moment, it is what the bible refers to when it says the fear of the Lord is the beginning of
wisdom.
To
stand in awe of the holiness of life,
to feel grace unfolding before your heart,
to feel within your loins that your only
response is
thank
you.
In the moment of ecstasy the
messenger of God shoos them away, now get
you going, go and tell the world that Jesus is risen, he is not here. The directive from the messenger echoes the
conversation/deal between God and Abram eons ago, get you going, get busy sharing the gift of blessing with creation. Get out of the empty tomb and get busy
announcing to the world of Jesus’ resurrection, get busy sharing the gift, get
busy blessing the world.
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don’t know how much time you spend analyzing
the scriptures each week, my hunch is not that much – no judgment here, just
stating the obvious. So maybe you do not
know that the gospel of Mark that we read this morning has not one, not two,
but three endings.
The most obvious ending, the longer
ending of Mark, which ends at verse 20, then there is the shorter ending, which
ends at verse 9. Then there is the
original ending which ends where our reading ended this morning, at verse
8. Most of the ancient sources of Mark’s
gospel end at the end of verse 8, but some in the early church found that
ending too drastic because there was no appearance of the resurrected Jesus,
just an empty tomb!
I wish they would have left the
original ending at verse 8. Because it
places the onus on me and you to continue the work of Easter,
to
announce,
to bless,
to do whatever it takes to affirm in others
that God loves them,
that God has not given up on them,
that they too are created in the image
of God,
that God trusts them to carry on the
work of healing and
mending the world.
Mark’s original ending invites us to
take up the unfinished & open-ended work of Easter – for there is a world
in need of resurrection, in need of blessing, in need of being loved into a new
existence.
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n closing, the
past few Easters I have taken advantage of this day to make bold announcements
for justice, for healthy liberal theology, and calls for action. This year when I took in account of the
renewed vigor for social justice in this congregation I felt I needed to go as
deep as possible on this day.
Much
will be required of us, we will have to offer the world bread not stone;
something
deeper and truer than yelling;
something deeper and truer than just being
angry;
something deeper and truer than just being
against policies,
practices, and people.
We
will not change the world by shaming others, by yelling, or always
reacting.
We
will change the world with Easter as our guide:
loving
with surprise,
gracing with imagination,
hoping with wonder,
blessing with fascination,
resurrecting with astonishment
freely sharing/announcing the gifts
of God.
This
morning I ask that you receive the gift of blessing, or resurrection, of new
life, that you begin again, or anew, viewing your self as a creature created in
the image of God.
For if you can
love what God loves, if you can love yourself, then you can love others, your
neighbor, your enemies; if you can bless what God has blessed then you can
bless others; and if you walk your days looking for resurrection, you’ll find
it.
Let
us open the ears of our hearts to the open-ended and unfinished work of
Easter.
The
Lord bless thee,
and keep thee:
The
Lord make his face to shine upon thee,
and
be gracious to thee:
The
Lord lift up his countenance upon thee,
and
give thee peace,
both
now and forevermore.
Brothers and
Sisters Happy Easter. Amen &
Amen.
