Sermon for Easter, 2015
This morning’s sermon is going to take us to three places: present-day Cuba, interstate 90 between here and Rochester, New York, and Whitehall Chapel in 17th century London. Let’s begin with present-day Cuba.
This past December, as I was packing for a trip to Rochester to visit my mother, who was dying of cancer, the news broke that the United States had restored diplomatic relations with Cuba. My memories went back to better times, to the trip that Ashley and I made to Cuba about ten years ago. We were able to get in on a religious visa through a church connection. It was an amazing trip, and some of my favorite memories are of the music. OMG, the music was fabulous! It was like being on the set of “Buena Vista Social Club.” Rhythms as only Cubans can do rhythm. Driving bass riffs that beckoned – compelled! – people out of their seats. Sultry – or, dare I say it in church on Easter, “sexy” – vocals that ravished the ears. And wild improvisations by brass or winds that soared overhead like ecstatic geese. I’d never heard anything like it. Continue reading