Why "The Gander"?

Why "The Gander"?

Most people are familiar with the mythology of St. Martin's cloak. Less familiar may be the myth of St. Martin's goose. It is told that Martin the priest was wanted as bishop. He didn't want the job, and so hid (here the accounts are fuzzy) in a goose pen, barn, or bush and was revealed by the honking of the goose. A gander is a male goose - much like a drake is a male duck. To "take a gander" means to take a peek, a look. We hope to use this space to take a deeper look at things happening at St. Martin's, and share more thoughts and information with you.
Showing posts with label Jarrett. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jarrett. Show all posts

Thursday, August 29, 2019

A Pond in the Sand

"The spiritual life is one of opening ourselves so the waters of God's grace can fill us."


Trips to the Jersey Shore with my friends Dan and Rick were a summer highlight when I was a child. Between bouts of body surfing, we would often spend hours constructing elaborate sand castles just inside the high tide line. Our castles had towers, walls, moats, and ponds.

Spreading our hands in the wet sand we would make a hole that would fill with water and make a little pond until the tide would return and engulf it.

This image captivates me. The spiritual life is one of opening ourselves so the waters of God’s grace can fill us. The water of grace is all around us all the time, but in our usual closed off state it does not fill us. Through prayer, worship, study, service, and fellowship we collaborate with Jesus who carved out the open space we now are able to share.

Imagine in our life of prayer that we are gently pushing back the sand to let the water flow into our souls, refreshing and filling us.

The tide of our culture always wants to return and close us off again. The heavy cynicism, the hatefulness, the distractions, the vices and general challenges of life want to erase our open place and return us to the conformity of this world.

Here is the good news, however: in Jesus, the sand of our soul remains ever pliable and the water of grace is always at hand, waiting for even the slightest opening to gush in and slake our thirst.


Blessings,
The Rev. Jarrett Kerbel
Rector

Thursday, June 20, 2019

What do I need to be free?


How do we get free from the pain we carry from injuries inflicted on us by people close to us? This painful and pressing question comes up frequently when I am providing pastoral care. Emotional, spiritual, and moral injuries cry out. They will not remain still. They beg to be addressed.

In the face of the painful insistence of these injuries we often provide false answers to ourselves in an attempt to get free. The instinct is correct. We want to get free of the pain. False answers, however, increase the pain and leave us with a diminished life. Examples include blaming ourselves, taking too much responsibility, pretending it was not so bad, excusing the abuser, and so on.

What we really need - what our emotional pain is calling out for - is a reckoning and an apology from the person who harmed us. Eve Ensler makes this observation in her amazing new book, The Apology. Ensler is a playwright, author, humanitarian, and a survivor of vicious childhood abuse by her father. Using her creative gifts she conjures up her dead father as the narrator of the book and uses her imagination to lead him into the reckoning and apology he owes her.


Ensler starts with the question, “What do I need to be free?” From that starting point she discovered her process. An apology from her abuser would need to have the following characteristics to aide her healing:

First, her father would need to be humble and approach her as an equal and not from above. Second, her father would need to be vulnerable, emotionally available to understanding the harm done, and ready to hear what he has done. Third, her father would need to be empathetic, ready to understand and feel the sadistic harm he inflicted from the perspective of his daughter, and what she experienced at the time. Fourth, the father would need to forsake the self-excusing amnesia of the victimizer and be ready to reconstruct the hidden, shameful history for what it is, listening to the voice of the victim especially. Fifth, her father would need to be accountable, willing to take responsibility for harm done and, most importantly, willing to become reflective enough to begin his own healing journey into his own personal damage.


The good news is that the author was able to walk this path to freedom in a conversation with a father who has been dead for many years. In her imagination she was able to dream a new reality that crossed boundaries and opened up new possibilities for empathy and healing. I would call this a form of therapeutic prayer.

We can be set free from harms that oppress us. I highly recommend this book as an aide and guide to your healing. I will plan to offer a Reading with the Rector during 2019 - 2020 on this book.


Blessings,
The Rev. Jarrett Kerbel
Rector

Thursday, May 16, 2019

Get on the Bus!


For eight years we have worked on full, fair funding for the public schools of Pennsylvania. We won a big victory two years ago when we convinced Harrisburg to use the full, fair funding formula on all new money allocated for public schools in the Commonwealth. 6% of state funding is now distributed justly. Our next goal is 100%, a change that will bring $1,800 per student to Philadelphia public schools, not to mention Reading, Allentown, Harrisburg, etc. 

On June 12 a bus will depart from St. Martin’s to the State Capitol, full of citizens concerned about public school excellence. Our goal is that 25 members of St. Martin’s will be on the bus reflecting our deep, long-term commitment. Please talk to Deacon Carol Duncan or me for more information and sign up on POWER's website.

St. Martin’s has a lot at stake in this funding struggle. More families will stay in Philadelphia when their children hit school age when the schools reach their potential. More families who stay in Philadelphia will have more free time and resources for other things without the demands of the private schools. Our members will invest more in the neighborhood as property values increase in proportion to the desirability of our schools. 

The church is committed to this struggle not only because we believe in equity, equal opportunity, and the inherent dignity of every human being, but also because we have a real self-interested stake in the outcome. I hope you will join me and at least 24 other church members on the bus to Harrisburg. There, we will join thousands of other citizens exercising our duty and right to shape our Commonwealth into a just society. 

The Rev. Jarrett Kerbel
Rector
Church of St. Martin-in-the-Fields, Episcopal


Thursday, May 9, 2019

Deferred Maintenance, Deferred Ministry


Back in the 1970s a movement formed in the church called, “The Church without Walls.” The animating idea was to separate the mission of the church from the burden of property and its upkeep. On its face this seemed like a powerful concept. Take away maintenance costs and more resources will be available to do the work of Jesus Christ in the world!

Where are these “churches without walls” today? Very few are left and they are neither thriving nor powerful in ministry and mission. It turns out that there is a connection between place and purpose, between body and soul.


Christianity is incarnational; “The word became flesh and lived among us.” (John 1:14) Christianity affirms the goodness of physical existence; “God saw everything that God had made, and indeed it was very good.” (Genesis 1:30) Our physical being is not optional or disposable but a fundamental component of the self that God redeems and restores.

Music may exist in the mind of the composer but to be shared it at least needs lips, ears, a tongue, and lungs. To pass that music down the generations takes hands to write and perhaps pianos or an organ to support and reproduce the music. 


The key notion is “to share.” To share our faith in God and pass it down across the generations it turns out that we need sacred spaces, sacred places and bodies devoting time, energy, presence, and labor to the work. 


Our properties committee is working hard to reverse a tradition of deferred maintenance and inadequate investment in our buildings. At a recent meeting we estimated that to just complete basic repairs of our building envelope would cost between $400,000 and $500,000. You will be hearing more about this exploration but the key point here is this; it is unhealthy for our mission and ministry when we neglect the wellbeing of the physical plant that supports the mission and ministry.

I sometimes hear folks say, “Wouldn’t it be great if we could have one without the other - a church without walls”. History teaches us that this dualistic thinking ends up diminishing everything we stand for in the long run. I am excited to do both and inspired to catch up on the needs of our buildings so we can give future generations the gift of ministry and mission without the drag of deferred maintenance!

Blessings,

The Rev. Jarrett Kerbel
Rector

Thursday, February 21, 2019

Over My Head

The Rev. Jarrett Kerbel

Swimming in the deep end was a rite of passage in my childhood. When could I swim well enough to slip under the floating line into the deep water where the big kids swam? On that special day when permission was given - when I graduated from the “guppy” swim class to be a “fish” - courage was summoned. Tiptoes pushed off into the mystery of swimming where I could sink twelve feet down. Confidence came from risking it. Comfort slowly followed as anxiety faded in the joy of play.

Moving into the deep end, getting in over my head, happens again and again in life. As a leader, I am not sure I am allowed to admit when I am over my head. But as a faith leader, over my head is just a fact of life. With God we are always in over our head. God is always drawing us into the deeper water of God’s mysterious inner life, so life in faith (i.e. trusting and living in Christ) will always return us to the status of beginner, learner, guppy.

One way I know that St. Martin’s is heading in the right direction is that I feel my competence challenged. I feel like I am in over my head. That is a good indication that we are in the realm of faith. Our Becoming Beloved Community work reminds me all the time that I am a beginner even though I have done anti-racism training for 20+ years. Dismantling the imprint our racist culture has put in my soul and psyche is a startlingly deep task.

In fact, I would like to suggest that the illusion of competence and confidence I carry as my “birthright” as a white male are products of unearned and unreflective privilege. So healing from racism for me will entail acknowledging this, and then risking incompetence and disorientation. Faith draws me into this in the hope that God’s will is to heal me and draw me into a more whole version of myself, stripped of the marks of sin.

Leadership means inviting you to go with me on this uncomfortable and disorientating journey of faith. You won’t be able to look to me for answers because I am in this struggle with you. We can, however, look to each other for goodwill, support, prayer, and compassion as we do some hard learning together.

Blessings,
The Rev. Jarrett Kerbel
Rector

Editor's Note: 
On Sunday, March 3 at our 9:15 a.m. parish forum is an opportunity for us all to discuss this journey together during "Talking Beloved Community" with our Becoming Beloved Community team. Read more here.

Thursday, February 7, 2019

Before the Crisis

The Rev. Jarrett Kerbel
Mortality has a way of focusing our attention. Suffering, anguish, and crisis put daily distractions in perspective and focus our minds on what is essential. Most people seek out pastoral support in times of crisis. We are always here for you in that moment whatever time of day or whichever day of the week. Always make that call. We have the spiritual resources most needed in crisis - love, listening, compassion, prayer, community, and most importantly the presence of Christ in sacraments and in the midst of believing people. “Wherever two or three are gathered, I will be in the midst of you,” said Jesus.


In a sense we can be grateful for crisis and suffering when they encourage us to “wake up,” “seek help,” “go deeper,” and “depend on God.” On the other hand, I would like to advise all of us to engage our spiritual growth and development well before the moment of crisis hits. Imagine getting the horrible news that you have only months to live. Do you want to cram a lifetime of spiritual growth and development into those months when coping will be hard enough? The Good News teaches us that God will complete our healing on the other side of death. But, we will be better equipped to meet all our challenges on this side of mortality if we have embraced the learning and growing made available by grace each regular, normal day.

If I have learned one thing in 23 years of ministry it is that people who embrace the baptismal cycle of dying to self and rising to new life in Christ during their quotidian life are more prepared for the final instance of that cycle when death comes.

Perhaps it all depends on what you think the end game is. If you are only preparing for eternal life with God in the hereafter, perhaps you can leave your spiritual growth to the last minute. On the other hand, if your desire is to witness to the Gospel in this life - for your life, your love, your energy to radiate the life-shaping freedom of the Good News now - then we need to delve deeply into prayer, scripture, community, service, and intentional spiritual reflection daily.

The latter path requires virtues acquired through habit, through practice. Only through daily prayer, weekly study, steady service, and ongoing, faithful relationships do we build a heart attuned to what God is saying to us. Such a life of habitual approach to God both requires and builds up the virtues of endurance, perseverance, courage, and patience in us. These virtues bring a steadiness to our life that we desperately need in tumultuous and distracting times. Reacting to every provocation, chasing every fad, making every minute productive, chasing immediate gratification - these habits pull our souls apart, leaving us exhausted, fragmented, and ungrounded. The Good News is that we know a better way.

Blessings,
The Rev. Jarrett Kerbel
Rector

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Contact the clergy in crisis:

Rev. Jarrett Kerbel, rector
jkerbel@stmartinec.org | 215.247.7466 x101 | 215.704.5499 cell

Rev. Anne Thatcher, associate rector
athatcher@stmartinec.org | 215.247.7466 x105 | 509.876.1924 cell

Rev. Carol Duncan, deacon
carol.duncan8031@gmail.com | 330.705.4795 cell

Barbara Ballenger, associate for spiritual formation & care and postulant
bballenger@stmartinec.org | 215.247.7466 x102

Thursday, January 10, 2019

Announcing the Helen White Memorial Lecture

“Why Read the Bible?” is the title for the inaugural Helen White Memorial Lecture which will be held on Saturday, April 13 at 4 p.m. at the Church of St. Martin-in-the-Fields, Philadelphia. The annual lecture will cover a wide range of topics in biblical studies over the next ten years while honoring Helen White for her long and vital ministry of spreading biblical literacy in southeast Pennsylvania.

The inaugural lecture of the series will be delivered by the Rev. Dr. Eric D. Barreto who serves as the Weyerhaeuser Associate Professor of New Testament at Princeton Theological Seminary. Professor Barreto is a New Testament scholar whose work focuses on the Acts of the Apostles. He is known at PTS as a popular, engaging, and inspiring professor who encourages deep investigation and wide-ranging application of the biblical text. He is looking forward to addressing a favorite subject, “Why Read the Bible?”, when he delivers his address at the Helen White Memorial Lecture.

Helen White, who died January 11, 2018, was an effective and passionate creator of biblical studies opportunities for - in her words - “the people in the pew.” Starting in the 1970s at St. Thomas, Whitemarsh, and then as a staff member for the Episcopal Diocese of Pennsylvania, Helen planted group after group organized to study the Gospels and then all the texts of the Old and New Testament. Four groups she started are still studying at her home parish, the Church of St. Martin-in-the-Fields.

Because Helen felt so strongly that biblical literacy was so easily within reach and so crucial for all followers of Jesus, and because she dedicated her life to this ministry, the Church of St. Martin-in-the-Fields has established this annual lecture in her honor to advance and celebrate her mission and ministry. The event is free and a free-will donation will be collected to support the ongoing lecture series.

Professor Barreto, an ordained Baptist minister, lists among his publications Ethnic Negotiations: The Function of Race and Ethnicity in Acts 16 (Mohr Siebeck, 2010), Exploring the Bible (Fortress, 2016) and In Tongues of Mortals and Angels (Lexington, 2018). He is the editor of Reading Theologically (Fortress, 2014), and is a is also a regular contributor to ONScripture.org, the Huffington Post, WorkingPreacher.org, and EntertheBible.org. For more, go to ericbarreto.com and follow him on Twitter @ericbarreto.

The Inaugural Helen White Memorial Lecture,Why Read the Bible, will be held on Saturday, April 13 at 4:00 p.m., with a reception to follow. The Church of St. Martin-in-the-Fields is located at 8000 St. Martin’s Lane, Philadelphia, PA 19118. RSVP for the lecture at StMartinEC.org/events. A free-will donation will be collected to support the ongoing series. For more information, call St. Martin’s at 215.247.7466.


Blessings,
The Rev. Jarrett Kerbel
Rector

Thursday, January 8, 2015

OHC and Me

Holy Cross Monastery in spring
As we approach our annual Lenten Retreat to Holy Cross Monastery in West Park, New York, I would like to share my feelings about this special place with the congregation. Holy Cross, for me, is what the Celts call a “thin place,” that is a place where God is especially accessible.

Here is my story…

In 1988, as a depressed and strung-out college junior I had a dream one night about Holy Cross Monastery based on a vague memory from a childhood visit. Though I was studying religion at the time I had abandoned the church and scoffed at faith. The day after this vivid dream, I called my mother and described the dream to her. She identified it immediately as Holy Cross. I asked her to book me a room for spring break that year leaving her completely baffled. 

I flew home to New Jersey between terms, took New Jersey Transit to New York and Metro North to Poughkeepsie, where a monk met me at the train station. Armed with a stack of books to defend myself against religion I set up camp in a room on the third floor. For some reason, however, I attended every worship service.  

Whether it was Matins, Vespers, Prime, or Compline, I always sat in the back row of the chapel, body turned resolutely away from the brothers, chagrined by all the religiousness and feeling self-righteous and "too smart for all this."  

To the surprise of the monks and myself, on my last day, I went up for the Eucharistic around the altar. Like St. Martin's, the community gathers around the table for the celebration of the Lord’s Supper. At the passing of the peace I was overcome by God's loving presence and the divine desire to receive me. I sobbed through the Eucharistic Prayer as every word rang clear as a bell in my heart and mind. The mental image of a sharp, clean, silver needle passing a slender thread through the words and through my heart carried me through the emotionally wrenching moment. With God’s gentle, nurturing love overwhelming my resistance, my healing had begun.

After the dismissal, I bolted down to the Hudson and cried for an hour or so before a brother found me and got me to my train on time.

Holy Cross will forever be for me the place where God began to knit me back together again. I return there as often as I can because the grace I receive there helps me to grow deeper into the mystery of God. It is a place where God can polish my soul so it can glow with God’s light.


I hope you will consider attending our retreat in March. Perhaps you can give this retreat as a gift to your spouse. Take the kids for the weekend and give your beloved the chance for some renewal. Ask your teenage son or daughter – or college-aged child – if they would like to attend. They are most welcome. Find more information on the Wellspring page of StMartinEC.org.

- The Rev. Jarrett Kerbel

Thursday, December 4, 2014

With You Every Step of the Way

“You are always there when I need you.” That is the highest praise. 

When I was a Youth Minister in Chicago, the young people at our retreats would repeat this phrase over and over when they described people who loved them. When someone is “always there for us” we feel  remembered, valued, assured, and safe in our overwhelming and confusing world. 

One day last week, I sat beside the bedside of a member who was in the hospital. His phone rang and when he answered it was a member of St. Martin's on the phone checking up on him. Recognizing her voice, I smiled and then remembered that the day before two Eucharistic Visitors had come from St. Martin's to bring Holy Communion to this same man. He was literally surrounded by caregivers from our church. 

I could say to him, “The church will be with you every step of the way,” and I would be telling truth.

Our second Core Value as a church community is: “In giving and receiving care we encounter Christ.” One reason we know this is an authentic value of the church is illustrated by my bedside pastoral visit described above. At St. Martin's we have a deep and virtuous habit of caregiving. Because of this strength in our ministry it makes me so happy to say that our pastoral care commitment at St. Martin's is to be with our members every step of the way.

We are here to be a resource to you from birth to death and everything in between. We will celebrate the birth of your children, baptize, teach them in church school, confirm, and then marry them. We will be with you when you are sick, troubled, guilty, depressed, angry, struggling financially, or going through a divorce. We will be with you by your bedside for surgeries and medical appointments – celebrating your healing and recovery and mourning the losses and struggles. Finally, we will be with you in your final hours with the soothing comfort of prayer and anointing to see you through that last transition into our ultimate healing. 

My first Rector taught me never to leave the graveside until the casket was safely lowered and everyone else had left. This simple action symbolizes our commitment to be a faithful pastor every step of the way whether people are there to notice or not. 

Every step of the way includes – indeed is mostly practiced by – our amazing lay ministers at St. Martin's. Stephen Ministers, Lay Eucharistic Visitors, the women of Women Connecting, the leaders of Wellspring, the tables of learners at Biblical Studies, the Parenting in Faith circle, and just from friend to friend and neighbor to neighbor throughout the church community. 

I am so proud of our community and our caregiving. We will be looking for ways to advance this work in the parish in the next years. 

- Jarrett Kerbel

Thursday, November 20, 2014

Offertory - A Sermon Response

The following poem was sent to us by a parishioner in response to The Rev. Jarrett Kerbel's sermon from Sunday morning (November 16). You may read Jarrett's sermon St. Martin Under Arrest here, and then read the poem below.


OFFERTORY

A homeless person suddenly appeared
before me, chanting in a cloud of steam.
His fervent mumble echoed like a weird
confession; one last effort to redeem
a tattered soul.  He rose up, offered me
his cup, a Styrofoam collection plate,
and pleaded, in a worn-out litany,
for change.  But I was spent and running late;
I turned my head and shunned his outstretched hand.
He nodded slowly, smiled, and backed away—
Would he have used my gift for contraband
or was I witness to a Passion Play?
Such Sacraments can never be complete
When charity and vanity compete


John Tuton

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Perspective Restored - An Essay on Stewardship

Fifteen years ago, some older friends chose me and my wife as the next owners of their property in Hancock, Maine.  These remarkable people were both retired pastors who had been on the front line of every good cause from the American Civil Rights movement to putting their bodies between the Contras and the Sandinistas during the war in Nicaragua. In an unexpected phone call, Bob and Fran announced that we were the chosen ones.  “Why?” we asked.  "Because you share our values and commitments and will be good stewards of the property," they answered.

So we bought the property on Egypt Bay, next to Egypt stream, on a remote stretch of Taunton Bay.  With the property, we inherited a chainsaw and a forestry management plan.  Bob had worked many years to make the seven acre wood an official Tree Farm with a plan to promote plant diversity, wild-life habitat and a forest of diverse trees at all stages of the life cycle.  Indeed, our seven acres were wonderfully populated by red oaks, 80 foot tall white pines, fir trees, cedars, birch trees, tamaracks, popples (the local name for quaking aspens), maples, apple and pines. My job was to be the next steward of Bob’s hard work and vision.

From the perspective of 15 years, today I see trees which were chin high at the beginning of my tenure and are now three times my height with trunks thicker than my thigh.  I am moved to tears by the happy notion that my grandchildren may play under these same trees and their children too.

Stewardship of this property puts my life in perspective and joins me to a greater purpose and meaning.  The forest also teaches me that stewardship is unavoidable.

From the perspective of life among the trees, I am constantly reminded that the cycle of life is so much bigger and more mysterious than me and my petty concerns. 

From the perspective of life among the trees, I am constantly reminded that I am a recent visitor on a short duration visa in this world.  The trees will be here long after I am gone and that makes me incredibly happy. My stewardship is not about me.  Stewardship is about the generations that will come – what will they need to thrive and find joy in life and how can I prepare and provide for them?

From the perspective of life among the trees, I am constantly in awe of the beauty and resilience of nature.  The abundance and persistence of life is breathtaking.  The unique stories told by each tree trunk in the scars of weather and the search for light are fascinating. The super-abundance of wind-sown seedlings each summer puts me in mind of Christ the Wild Sower of Seeds.  The Stewardship question is always: what to do with so much abundance in life?

From the perspective of life among the trees, I am constantly asking whether I am doing all I can with my limited gifts and abilities to add to the health of this forest and ecosystem. Stewardship is working in that dance among what is given, what gifts I bring and what is envisioned by God to add to and to advance the well-being of all. 

Stewardship is unavoidable. If you walk through my seven acres, you will find low stone walls and a small cemetery plot dating back to the Civil War. This land has been cleared of trees at least three times since European settlement - for boat building, for salt-water farming, for animal grazing.  What appears to be natural  - here and throughout New England - is the result of human intervention.  Therefore, we must continue to be active stewards intervening to correct past mistakes and play our part in the flourishing of a nature renewed. 

We are all stewards of community, personal gifts and talents, property, mission, vision and society itself.  Our spiritual work is to be reflective and self-aware stewards who give our lives in Christ like ways to God’s  renewing of Creation.

-The Rev. Jarrett Kerbel

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Budget 2015 - Stewardship Means Planning Ahead

From August through December, your Vestry and Finance Committee are working hard on our budget for the coming year.  Our over-riding question is: How to match vital ministries with adequate funding to promote their growth in mission?

Some exciting possible uses for new funds include:
  1. A paid part-time youth minister to support our growing High School and Junior High School groups and the lay people who teach the youth.  (estimated $10,000/year)
  2. Provide paid counselors for our booming Vacation Bible School and Choir Camp ($2,500/year)
  3. Funds to bring in well-known speakers and teachers for Wellspring and other adult-formation areas, because “learning leads to God!”  (estimated $4000)

Of course, budget planning is a combination of discretionary and mandatory spending.  So in addition to the exciting missional funding opportunities above, we have some rising costs in other areas.
  1. Benefits for the staff.  We work hard to offer a living wage and competitive benefits to our paid employees from pension to medical insurance.
  2. Cost of Living Increases for paid staff.  We don’t want our employees to fall behind inflation in their earnings.
  3. Energy costs. Our cost for energy will rise by $7,500 next year. This is partly the result of heavier use of the facility and partly a result of the way we pay for energy.  We will make up in 2015 for the frigid winter of 2014. 

On the revenue side we know that we have abundant resources when our membership gives generously to our Annual Campaign.  Certain factors are always the case:
  1. It takes 5 to 10 new pledges to make up for larger pledges lost through death or relocation of members.
  2. Approximately 60% of members pay for the operation of the church through pledged giving.  We would like that to be at 80% at the least.
  3. Our congregation has a wide range of incomes.  While the average cost per household to run the church is $2,100 we know not all members can reach that level.  Thankfully those who are able give well in excess of the average and make church possible for us all.

We hope you will consider these facts as you plan your pledge for 2015.  

Thursday, October 2, 2014

The Mystique of Wealth and the Commerce of the Spirit

This blog post is mostly an extended quotation from Through the Eye of a Needle:  Wealth, the Fall of Rome, and the Making of Christianity in the West, 350-550 AD by Peter Brown. In late antiquity – the 4th and 5th centuries AD – the traditional Roman notion of wealth and its purpose was transformed by the Gospel and converts like Paulinus of Nola and Augustine of Hippo. Where previously wealth was about self-aggrandizement through lavish display (the mystique of wealth), under the tutelage of the Gospel wealth became a means of joining heaven and earth in the commerce of the Spirit.

From pages 231-232…

The notion of commercium spirituale (commerce of the Spirit)       was central to the thought world of Paulinus.  … In Latin usage, the work commercium – from which our own word “commerce” is derived- did not carry with it the brash and calculating overtones that “commerce” and “exchange” now evoke. Rather, the word commercium evoked any form of profitable bonding.  It conjured up the idea of fruitful reciprocity.  More general, commercium implied a “harmony within duality.” Thus, the word commercium came to Paulinus already charged with expectations of “harmony within duality.” Such harmony pointed to a world redeemed.  Paulinus used the word in relation to pious giving.  But the notion of spiritual exchange through pious giving was only a special case. Behind the commercium by which earthly wealth flowed upward to heaven lay the decisive joining of heaven and earth brought about by the coming of Christ.  The incarnation of Christ had been the foundational act of “exchange.” It rendered possible and thinkable all other forms of contact between God and humanity. Paulinus wrote this to Ausonius as early as 394:  “God has clothed himself in us, entering into eternal links of exchange between mankind and God.” In the words of Catherine Conybeare, through the Incarnation of Christ “each nature – man and God-laid down its essential unlikeness,” For late antique persons, the stark contrast between human and divine, between material and spiritual, between body and soul, and between the heavy, turbulent earth and the serenity of the star-filled world beyond the moon had been fixed components in their imaginative universe. No joining could have been more improbable, no paradox more audacious than to bring these antithesis together….
The mystique of wealth is still with us. It is not subtle. We see it in all media that tempt us to believe that wealth, with is comforts, privileges and conspicuous display, is a place of refuge and safety in a dangerous world. Indeed, according to the mystique, if I were wealthy my life would be meaningful, full and secure. Of course, we know this is not true. While it is better to have adequate resources than to be exposed to want, wealth is no shield from insecurity and misery of all sorts. 

The good news is that we are invited to re-frame the fact of wealth in the light of the Gospel. As inductees into the Commerce of the Spirit through Baptism, we live with all our resource trained on that place where the Kingdom of God and the earth as we know it come together. We see that place most clearly in the person of Jesus Christ and in the sacred meal he left us. In that meal, our gifts become a sharing with enough for all and room for all – a fruitful mutuality and reciprocity.

Thursday, September 4, 2014

Another View


Picture copyright Greg A. Hartford at
http://www.acadiamagic.com/
My wife and I bit off more than we could chew.
We set off to enjoy our favorite pastime, a long walk in Acadia National Forest. As a change of pace, we thought we would go from Eagle Lake to a trail in the saddle that separates Eagle Lake from Jordan Pond. Altogether, we walked about seven miles. Our walk turned into a hike.
On the return trip, we left the limpid water of Jordan Pond behind and plunged into the birch forest of the saddle between two hills called the Bubbles.  The trail went uphill in this direction; and, as the day was moving toward dusk, the sun splashed through the saw-edged birch leaves dappling their closely clustered slender white trunks with shimmering light. We were hiking into a canopy of glowing, living light.
I stopped in my tracks. I breathed deeply the cool, green air, my soul swimming in a pool of eternity.  The light, the trees, the rocks invited me to rest and release, to a happy sense that I existed in a marvelous beauty and harmony that far outweighed my worries. 
In the gift of that moment, I could briefly grasp that our world is saturated with God's eternal loving kindness. 
How did I get to that moment?  All we did was turn around and see the path from a different angle and in a different light. 

Being pleasantly weary and in the company of my beloved also helped.
We found ourselves in another view.


Thursday, June 19, 2014

Is Christianity Intellectually Respectable?

The following essay is the Rector indulging in a favorite topic. I fully acknowledge this may be entirely beside the point for many people. I write it knowing that our members are sometimes challenged by critical and skeptical remarks about their faith and would like to have more resources to answer.

During my three years of seminary, my nagging question was, “Is Christianity Intellectually Respectable?” Growing up, I learned that the highest calling was to be a ruthlessly skeptical intellectual who delights in tearing down the pretensions and falsehoods of tradition. Then, I had a conversion experience and returned to my Christian Faith during college. How would intellect and faith hang together in one soul? Seminary - an academic gathering of people of Faith - seemed like a good place to figure this out. 

The easiest answer to my question was to simply say that faith is a private feeling that is to be respected but not held to account by reason or other systems of understanding the world. This might be called the “live and let live” approach. Faith – however – is not only private. It is public. It relies on language, narrative, tradition, and practices that take up space in the world, make claims on behavior and can be shared between people. If it were purely private it would be impossible to communicate the Faith one person to another. 

Much has been written about the origins of the “live and let live” approach in Western Culture. In part, it comes from the fear that religious claims tend to be held as absolute and therefore lead inevitably to conflict and violence unless they are made private and relative. While based on the experience of religious warfare in Europe during the 17th Century, this point of view strategically ignores the spiritual resources that support sobriety, humility, and non-violence within the Christian Faith.
 
The second answer to my question is embedded in the example above; i.e. ignore the full texture of the Faith and reduce it to a simple punch line, such as “Religion leads to violence.” I will call this the “reductionist approach” where we either dismiss Christianity in a brutal summation or make Christianity intellectually respectable by reducing it to another discipline of thought, which has wide appeal and public credibility. For example: “Faith is best explained by psychology.” Freud reduced thousands of years of religious development to the oceanic feeling we vaguely recall from our mother’s womb. Or we could use Marx; “Religion is the opiate of the masses.”

The problems with reductionism are many. At its best reductions are suggestive. Basically we are taking one disputed discipline and applying it to another disputed discipline as if one is totally sensible and the other is not. “All religions are the same” is another classic reduction. Once again, all the particularities of a tradition are brushed away as if they are disposable and the truth is somehow a separable reality underneath or outside the particulars. It is akin to saying that we can think without language, when, of course, we cannot. Language and thought are completely intertwined, as is the religious experience of God and the particular tradition in which you live your faith. It is also interesting to ask this: “When we make the judgment ‘All religions are the same,’ where am I standing?” From where do we gain that perspective that judges all religions? It is a little like climbing one mountain and saying, “All mountains are the same.”

What is fun for me, as an intellectual Christian, is to poke holes in these odd habits of thought which take delight in passing judgment on my beliefs without applying the same scrutiny to their own assumptions. Often, critics of Faith are poorly equipped to explain their own positions or how their perspective is also formed by a tradition as much as by some logical argument. The ‘new atheists’ often fall into this category. They parrot arguments that have existed since David Hume in the 17th century as if they were freshly invented and never disputed.
 
Another great reduction that I hear frequently is “Science explains everything.” The notion seems to be that science has a privileged access to reality and that all forms of thought – poetry, literature, politics, and religion – can be described exhaustively by math, genetics, and physics. While I am huge fan of science and its results, this is a problematic overstatement for both scientific and philosophical reasons. (And I rarely hear actual scientists say it!) Put most simply, if genetics explains everything then chemistry must explain genetics and then we should give up on chemistry too because chemicals are made of atoms and physics explains that. So science itself has its own reduction ad absurdum problems!
Should we explain Jane Eyre through an equation? Will translating literature or religion into chemistry, physics, or genetics really shed more light or exhaust the well of meaning and treasure held in our culture and traditions? It certainly can shed light. My dispute is with any claim to be an exhaustive or total explanation.

The problem is that folks use ‘explain’ exhaustively and without nuance. Often the results contradict the scientific discipline of connecting conclusions to data. For example, much of what Darwin wrote is wonderful and true but there are real debates about natural selection, the notion that organisms adapt to gain comparative advantage so as to pass on their genetic material. Disputes in the science don’t seem to stop other folks from turning natural selection into a schema that explains all human behavior. As is often the case, the original insight gains a second life as a metaphor and enters the culture detached from the original argument and data.
 
So where does this leave us? 

Martin Smith famously said, “Your need for intellectual respectability is so important to you because it protects some idea you have about yourself. How does that self-concept give you value? What would it mean to let go of that egoistic notion? Would it feel like dying?”

The fact seems to be that we all live in an ocean of tradition. Our concepts, language, and practices are all mediated through tradition and culture. They limit what we can know and how we can know it. This is true for science and for poetry. The philosopher Otto Neurath used the metaphor of a boat. We all live in a boat. We like to tell ourselves that our ideas and perception are original and free, somehow floating outside of history, tradition, and language, but really we are in boat that was handed down to us. We also like to think we can rip up the whole boat at once and start over. In that case, we will drown. The best we can do is learn everything we can about our boat and tinker with it one board at a time.

What I learned about my boat is this; I can only live my life inside the narrative I have received. The good news is that the narrative is full of resources, contradictions, open-ended sentences, and mysteries that make life an adventure full of growth and opportunity. The narrative can expand and communicate with other religions and other disciplines too. What I learned is that my boat is partly made from my family history. My mother reacted to her Southern Baptist upbringing by moving as far as she could into liberal, intellectual theology. That was her liberating journey, but it did not need to be mine.

So, is Christianity Intellectually Respectable? I believe it is, because I can give an intelligible account of my faith that is accountable to public curiosity and humble about its own limitations. For me, this meant sacrificing the illusion that my intellect somehow transcends tradition. Spiritually, I needed to learn how to assent to, even submit to, my place within the flow of ideas and history. From this primary spiritual act of assent and submission, I have been richly blessed.

- The Rev. Jarrett Kerbel