Open Doors

Homily for Sunday, June 9, 2018
Day of Pentecost
Acts 2:1–21
John 14:8–17, 25–27

Cocoanut Grove fire (BPL)

Photograph courtesy the Boston Public Library

Did you notice, when we came into church this morning, that the church’s doors open outward?  All church doors open outward.  And (if we are up to code) all church doors have breaker bars so that we can’t be locked in.  Which is good because, in case there’s a fire, it means we can get out.

 

Old timers in these parts—and I mean old timers; those of us who are in our 80’s are probably still too young to remember—often will remember two significant events from Boston’s past: the “Great New England Hurricane of 1938,” and the Cocoanut Grove nightclub fire in 1942.

great Hurricane of 1938 (George Lane)

Photo Credit: George Lane

Those who remember the “Great New England Hurricane of ‘38” tell of a Wednesday in late September that began pleasantly enough, with more or less clear skies but a stiff breeze—nothing out of the ordinary—and how over the course of the next few hours that stiff breeze kept building, and the skies kept darkening, until one of the most powerful hurricanes ever recorded delivered without warning a direct hit to Rhode Island and drove north into Massachusetts.  The commemorative plaque at the Blue Hills Observatory says winds reached 186 mph that day—the highest ever recorded there.  The winds were so strong that Nancy Cobb—whom some from “old” Trinity may remember—dared not even make the 15 minute walk home from the Weeks Middle School after a hastily-announced early release, deciding instead to weather the storm at a friend’s.

And old timers in these parts—again, old timers—often remember, too, the Cocoanut Grove fire down on what is now Piedmont St., a few blocks south of the Public Garden.  It was Thanksgiving weekend, 1942, and nearly 1,000 people—twice the official capacity—packed the popular club when a sailor on leave, to have more privacy to kiss his girlfriend, unscrewed a lightbulb.  So that he could better see to screw the bulb back in, a 16 year-old busboy lit a match, and the rest, as they say, is history.  Nearly 500 people died that night in our nation’s deadliest nightclub fire.  Eleanor King—whom some at “old” Trinity may remember—visibly slumped when once she spoke to me of the fire.  “What a tragedy,” she said.  “So many young people…” her voice trailed off.

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Pentecost, the feast that the Church celebrates today, is a story of wind and of fire.  Of wind:

When the day of Pentecost had come, they were all together in one place.  And suddenly from heaven there came a sound like the rush of a violent wind, and it filled the house where they were sitting.

Of fire:

Divided tongues, as of fire, appeared among them, and a tongue rested on each of them.

pentecost_mosaicPentecost is a feast of wind and fire… Or at least it is in Luke’s account (in the Acts of the Apostles, the sequel to Luke’s Gospel).  In John—the other “lung” through which Pentecost breathes (each year at Pentecost we hear from Acts and John)—[in John] the Holy Spirit is given differently—very differently.  To be sure, in John as in Luke, “they are all gathered together in one place.”  But in John there is no day of Pentecost; it is Easter.  In John there is no sound of wind nor tongues of fire, just Jesus breathing on the disciples.  In John multiple languages are not spoken; there is no crowd.  And in John, the Holy Spirit is connected, not to the spread of the Gospel (as in Acts), but to sin and forgiveness—“Receive the Holy Spirit,” says Jesus as he breathes on them.  “If you forgive the sins of any, they are forgiven them; if you retain the sins of any, they are retained.”

For Luke, the Holy Spirit is something that blows into our lives—with force!—such that our lives are never again the same.  Kind of like the Great New England Hurricane of 1938.  For Luke, the Holy Spirit is something that compels us to go out.  Kind of like the Cocoanut Grove nightclub fire did in 1942.  For Luke, Pentecost is all about, as the Collect in the Prayer Book puts it:

Shed[ding] abroad [the promised gift of the Holy Spirit] throughout the world by the preaching of the Gospel, [so] that it may reach to the ends of the earth.

But for John, the experience of the Holy Spirit is described very differently.

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To better make sense of the John’s differences with the Holy Spirit, I want first to go back to the Cocoanut Grove fire, and then to an image connected to Pentecost’s third element: water.

First, the Cocoanut Grove fire.  In a 1986 paper, psychiatrist and trauma researcher Bessel van der Kolk wrote of the case of a woman who had worked as a cigarette girl at the club and who, well into the 1980’s—for more than 40 years after the fire—annually re-enacted her escape down on Newbury St., a few blocks away from the original location.  In his paper van der Kolk tells how re-enacting trauma gets us stuck.  Van der Kolk writes:

Traumatic re-enactment serves no function…  Ordinary memory is adaptive; our stories are flexible and can be modified to fit the circumstances.  Ordinary memory is essentially social; it’s a story that we tell for a purpose…  But there is nothing social about traumatic memory…  Reenactments are frozen in time, unchanging, and they are always lonely, humiliating, and alienating experiences…  “[Patients] unable to integrate their traumatic memories… seem to lose their capacity to assimilate new experiences…  It is… as if their personality…. stopped at a certain point, and cannot enlarge any more by the addition or assimilation of new elements…”

Of treatment for this kind of re-enacting, van der Kolk recommends:

If the problem with PTSD is dissociation, the goal of treatment would be association: integrating… cut-off elements… into the ongoing narrative of life, so that [we] can recognize that “that was then, and this is now” (The Body Keeps the Score, pages 182–183).

“Frozen in time, unchanging… lonely, humiliating and alienating.” “Unable… to assimilate new experiences.”  Stopped, and unable to “enlarge any more by the addition or assimilation of new elements.”  Unable to recognize that “that was then, and this is now.”  And doing it all again and again.  To me, this sounds like the effects of sin; sin is all about getting us stuck and making us unavailable to live in the present.  Which brings us back to John. (“Receive the Holy Spirit.  If you forgive the sins of any, they are forgiven them…” (20:22–23)).

As I consider John’s Gospel and the language John uses surrounding the one whom he calls “the Advocate…”

  • “Where I am going, you cannot follow me now” (13:33)
  • “A little while, and you will no longer see me, and again a little while, and you will see me.” (16:16)
  • “When the spirit of truth comes, he will guide you into all truth” (16:13)
Wakering_Stairs_-_geograph.org.uk_-_902355 Foulness Island Broomway

Photo Credit: Helen Miller

…I am reminded of the Broomway, a famous walking trail in southeast England.  (And here is Pentecost’s third element: water; Pentecost is one of the Church’s baptismal feasts.)  The Broomway is a six-mile long public right of way off the coast of Essex connecting Foulness Island to the mainland.  Yes, you heard right: a “public right of way off the coast” of Essex.  The Broomway, which dates to at least the 15th century and possibly even to Roman times, is a path of packed gravel and hard sand that emerges from the sea only at low tide.  To walk it, one must wait until the tide is just right.  In his book The Old Ways, author Robert MacFarlane says that the path is both a paradox and also beautiful:

The Broomway [is] close to paradox.  [It] is a right of way and as such is inscribed on maps and in law, but [it is] also swept clean of the trace of passage twice daily by the tides…  Half a mile offshore, walking on silver water, we found a curved path that extended gracefully and without apparent end to our north and south…  It was a shallow tidal channel and the water it held caught and pooled the sun, such that its route existed principally as flux; a phenomenon of lights and currents.  Its bright line curved away from us: an ogee or line of beauty whose origin we could not explain and whose invitation to follow we could not disobey, so we walked it northwards, along that glowing track made neither of water nor of land, which led us further and still further out to sea…

  • “Where I am going, you cannot follow me now,” said Jesus.
  • “A little while, and you will no longer see me, and again a little while, and you will see me.”
  • “When the spirit of truth comes”—when the tide goes out?—“he will guide you into all truth”—the path will emerge showing us the way to go?

If Luke’s Spirit is best described as wind and fire, John’s Spirit might best be described with water.  Like water, John’s Spirit is within each of us who make up the Church, having been poured into us at Baptism.  Like water, like the Broomway under the sea, John’s Spirit lies deep within.  Like the Broomway, though we know the Spirit is there, we may not always be able to see it.  Like the Broomway, if we would glimpse the Spirit, patience is required.  And like the waters do to the Broomway “twice daily by the tides,” John’s Spirit—who is all about sin and forgiveness—daily sweeps clean our “path:

  • so that we need not get stuck, or “frozen in time”
  • so that we might be free to “assimilate new experiences”
  • so that we might not live lives lonely or humiliated or alienated
  • so that we might be available to receive the life abundant that Jesus desires to give us

And (here is what unites both John’s and Luke’s accounts):

  • in order that we might be connected and have association
  • in order that the cut-off elements of our lives might be integrated into a narrative that gives life
  • in order that we can say “that was then, and this is now”

we have been baptized into an ekklesia, a Church, whose business is reconciling all people with God and each other in Christ, and through whom the Spirit seeks to make all things new.

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We might not notice it (because the Spirit often lies deep within), but I hope it might be getting a little hot in here.  And I hope I was right about those doors opening outward.  For even though I know the original reason why doors in public buildings must open outward and have breaker bars is on account of the Cocoanut Grove fire and the changes in the building codes the fire led to, I hope that our church’s doors open outward and cannot lock people in for another reason:

Trinity-Church-1612

Photo Credit: Craig Orsini

I hope that our doors open outward because we in the Church are breathing through Pentecost’s two “lungs” of John and Acts.  I hope our doors open outward because we in the Church know that we are washed and forgiven (daily!) by the Spirit.  I hope our doors open outward because we in the Church are truly allowing the Spirit’s power to blow into our lives and with force.  I hope our doors open outward, not on account of building codes, but because our lives will have been so changed and enlarged, because our lives will have been made so bold and unstoppable, because our lives will have been given such love and joy and peace by the gifts of the Holy Spirit, that deep within, perhaps in places yet unseen, we ourselves will have become fire.  And I hope that we will be so “on fire” that God will want to let us out—that God will want to drive us out!  Because, God forbid, we don’t want to set the church on fire.  That would be just another, mini Cocoanut Grove.  God doesn’t want us to set the church on fire; God wants us to take these gifts of the Holy Spirit that God has given us and to go and set the world on fire.

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The Resurrection of the Body

Homily for Sunday, April 21, 2019
Easter Day C
John 20:1–18

Tribute in Light

(U.S. Air Force photo/Denise Gould)

This morning I am going to do things a little differently: I am going to tell us the point of the homily right now at the beginning, and then I’m going to go back and make it.  The point of the homily is this: the bodily resurrection described in the Gospels is not so much about Jesus’ bodily resurrection as it is about our bodily resurrection.  And to give a little “teaser” in the form of a blatantly partisan statement… More than the other evangelists, John “gets” it. Continue reading

Being Found

Homily for Sunday, January 6, 2019
The Epiphany
Matthew 2:1–12
Preached at St John’s, Newtonville

Rainer_Maria_Rilke2C_1900As a young man in his early twenties, the poet Rainer Maria Rilke traveled with his girlfriend and her husband to Russia.  Whether it was the Russian land or people, or Rilke’s encounter with the Orthodox Church, or perhaps his travel arrangements that led to an extraordinary burst of creativity, we don’t know.  What we do know is that upon his return, over the course of 25 days, Rilke wrote his Book of Hours, 67 poems that grew out of his prayer at that time.  They are wonderful!  Here are the openings lines of #45:

You come and go. The doors swing closed
ever more gently, almost without a sound.
Of all who move through quiet houses,
you are the quietest.  (I, 45) Continue reading

Looking on the Infant Jesus

Homily for December 24, 2018
Christmas Eve
Luke 2:1–20

Nativity stained glass-St. Mary Star of the Sea Duluth MN

The Nativity, stained glass, St. Mary Star of the Sea, Duluth, Minn.

In “Five Minutes That Will Make You Love Classical Music,” a New York Times piece from this past September, the Times asked eighteen different people—critics, composers, performers, conductors—which five minutes of classical music would they play to help somebody fall in love with classical music.  On the list were pieces such as the Finale from Stravinsky’s Firebird suite, the final Trio from Strauss’ Der Rosenkavalier, and “Liebestod,” from Wagner’s Tristan und Isolde, among others.

In addition to these “warhorses” that I might have expected were others that caught me by surprise.  From Ravel’s Shéhérazade was the ridiculously beautiful aria “L’indifférent.”  It’s absolutely gorgeous, with a text perhaps too racy to share from the pulpit on Christmas Eve…  Anna Clyne’s Lavender Rain, a piece for violin written after the death of her mother, is 4 ½ minutes of music so simple—an ascending and then descending scale, basically, with a few chords for color—that it shouldn’t move one to tears, but it does.  And Couperin’s Les Barricades Mystérieuses, in an arrangement for winds, is a playful series of dissonance and resolution that, again, is so simple that it shouldn’t be so beautiful, but it is. Continue reading

Lord of our lives

Homily for Sunday, November 25, 2018
Revelation 1:4b–8
Last Sunday After Pentecost—Christ the King Sunday

Soldiers_in_trenchThis past Veterans’ Day WBUR aired a special called “Exploring the Poetry of War.”  Host Deborah Becker and guests Robert Pinsky, a poet on faculty at BU, and Brian Turner, who wrote poetry about his Army service in Iraq, discussed things like: what should be considered essential literature about war, like the memoirs of Ulysses S. Grant, or You Know When the Men Are Gone, by Army wife Siobhan Fallon.  They shared with each other their favorite war poems, like Wilfred Owen’s “Dulce et decorum est,” or “Facing It,” by Yusef Komunyakaa.  They talked about the senselessness of war.  And they talked, too, about how it is that beautiful words could possibly go together with horrific violence.  At one point Becker asked Turner: “Why did you use poetry to describe what happens on the battlefield?”  Turner replied: Continue reading

For All the Saints

Homily for Sunday, November 4, 2018
All Saints’

OrdoCalendarIt is easy to forget, when we are here on Sundays, that the Church’s calendar is quite busy during the week.  And when I say that the Church’s calendar is busy during the week, I don’t mean our mid-week meetings or Wednesday evening services, or all the activity with the Food Pantry and Birthday Wishes.  When I say that the Church’s calendar is quite busy during the week, I mean that the Church’s liturgical “Kalendar” is filled with the commemorations of saints.  For example, this week Tuesday is the feast day of William Temple, the Archbishop of Canterbury during the war.  Wednesday is the feast day of Willibrord, an 8th century missionary and the first Archbishop of Utrecht in the Netherlands.  Saturday is the feast day of Leo the Great, a fifth century Pope best known for his concise statement of Christ being two Natures in one Person.  And—if you really get into it—you can go online and google “Episcopal saints calendar” and explore those saints whose commemorations have been proposed but who yet await official approval.  On that list are all of the above commemorations plus… Lili_uokalaniThursday is the commemoration of St. Elizabeth of the Trinity, a Carmelite nun and mystic from the turn of the last century, and Friday is of Louise DeKoven Brown, an early 20th century American philanthropist, social reformer and suffragist.  Save for tomorrow, every day this week is the feast day of a saint; indeed, of the 30 days in November, 25 are saints’ days.  (November has some great saints: Lili’uokalani, the Last Monarch of Hawaii; St. Herman of Alaska, a Russian Orthodox monk and missionary to Alaska; the writer C.S. Lewis, and also Sojourner Truth.)  These and other saints give witness to the many ways in which the Spirit manifests the life of Christ in the Church’s members. Continue reading

Consecration Sunday

Sermon given by the Rev. Skip Windsor
Pentecost XXIII
Mark 10:46–52
October 28, 2018

Come Holy Spirit, come. Come as the wind and cleanse. Come as the fire and burn. Convert and consecrate our lives to our great good and your great glory; through Jesus Christ our Lord.  Amen.

Skip WindsorIt is a pleasure to be with you this morning and I would like to thank your rector, Todd, for the invitation to be your preacher today on this your Consecration Sunday.

This Sunday comes in the midst of stewardship season recalling for me the words of a clergy colleague who started his stewardship sermon to the congregation with some good news and some bad news.  The good news is that they had all the money they needed to operate the church.  The bad news was it was in their pockets! Continue reading