Category: Sermons

Second Sunday after Pentecost (Proper 7A) – Jeremiah 20:7-13

A few weeks ago, I had the doubtful pleasure of a meal with some people I don’t know at an event I didn’t care much about. I’ve never really liked meeting masses of new people, to be honest; I hide it well at church functions, but I’m really a big introvert. My idea of a good vacation is a cabin in the woods where I don’t see anybody for days on end.

Easter 5(A) – 1 Peter 2:2-10 – Preached at Christ Lutheran Church in West Boylston

Who are we?

Julia was a young woman I knew when I was in college.  Unlike most of us, she was what was known as a “townie,” a student at the college who came from the town the school was located in.  For most students at what at least called itself a prestigious and expensive institution, that in and of itself would have been reason enough for humiliation.  But Julia could only afford to attend college because of the significant discount she received because her mother worked there.  Julia and her family were poor.  They lived in a trailer park near the college, and could barely make ends meet.  Her father had left them alone long ago, and both Julia and her mother had been through a string of abusive relationships.  Now in college to learn to teach music, Julia’s biggest challenge was her own lack of self-worth.  I always felt that, with a little more confidence, she’d be a fine musician.  But nothing in her life could seem to give her that boost.  She was utterly insignificant.

Easter 4(A) – 1 Peter 2:18-25

I want to read you part of our second lesson again, because the words of First Peter today are distressing and need some interpretation.  They’re so distressing, in fact, that the passage read today leaves out the first verse.  So here it is back in, just like the Bible has it, in all its uncomfortable words:

Easter 2(A) – Acts 2:14a, 22-32; 1 Peter 1:3-9; John 20:19-31

A few weeks ago, I got to attend a funeral for a relative of one of our members over in West Boylston.  I don’t get to just attend very often, always stuck up front.  So I got to just look around and notice some things.  The welcoming décor of the funeral home.  The wonderful photos of the deceased.  And the many people who turned out – so many that they poured over into another room.  May I never say I *like* going to funerals, but I am always glad when they are packed.  I feel like it’s a sign that the person’s life was meaningful.

Marriage of Kelly Wrightson and Jason Gaumond
Jeremiah 31:31-34; 1 Corinthians 12:31-13:13; John 15:9-14

“I am doing something new here,” says the Lord through the prophet Jeremiah.  I don’t normally think to choose Jeremiah for a wedding.  Weddings are, of course, happy occasions, and Jeremiah is an angry guy.  He spends most of his book shouting at everyone he can think of – the king, the people, the nations nearby.  His message is simple.  “You’ve been horrible,” he says, “and so horrible things are coming for you.”  He acts out his prophecies, smashing pottery and wearing moldy clothing to get his point across.  He’s hated for it, and I can’t say I blame his audience.

Maundy Thursday – Exodus 12:1-14; 1 Corinthians 11:23-26

Do you remember that time when Adam sat in his birthday cake?  Or that wonderful story about the nativity set when I was five?  Or cousin Joey, and the cheese, and that thing Grandma said that stopped everyone in their tracks?  No?  Well, let me tell you….

Last summer, when my brother got married, the wedding reception ended around midnight and I rode back to the hotel with my mother and some of our other family members.  I was expecting to go directly to bed, as I had preached and presided over the wedding that day, and socializing with my brother and sister-in-law’s friends was an energy-sapping experience.  Instead, I found myself being drawn back to my mother’s hotel room where she and others from my extended family would tell stories until the wee hours of the morning.

Lent 5(A) – John 11:1-45

“Lazarus is dead,” Jesus says.  Thomas tells us to “go too, so we may die with him.”  And we do.  Lazarus’ death is a chance to talk about ours.

There are many parts of ourselves that are dead, or at least dying.  Those things about ourselves that make us different from others, or that make us feel ashamed.  My friend Angie – not the Angela that many of you know – Angie who is a pastor in Ohio, talks about meeting a man who happens to be blind.  “We have the same last name,” she said.  He laughed.  “How so,” he asked.  “Well, you’re Eric-He’s-Blind, and I’m Angie-She’s-Black.”

Transfiguration Sunday (A) – Matthew 17:1-9
Preached at Christ Lutheran Church in West Boylston

Today’s Gospel story is one of those really memorable events that leaps off of the page and into our imaginations.  Most Christians, hearing one of the Gospel’s versions of the transfiguration every year, are well-familiar with it.  But despite that familiarity, I wonder if we’re really all that comfortable with it.  To be sure, the transfiguration is a strange story, relating events that are far outside of our usual day-to-day experience.  It’s a mystical, almost supernatural encounter with the Lord, and love it though we may, I’d bet most of us don’t quite know what to do with it.

The confusion begins even earlier, in the chapter just before this one in Matthew.  Jesus tells his disciples that they, too, will have to carry their own cross, and then he gives us that enigmatic sentence:  “Truly I tell you, there are some standing here who will not taste death before they see the Son of Man coming in His kingdom.”

The Baptism of Our Lord (A) – Isaiah 42:1-9

One of my favorite novels is Christopher Moore’s Lamb.  It’s a tongue-in-cheek look at the story of Jesus, as told, the book says, by his childhood friend, Biff.  It’s mostly a work of pure fiction, and it’s at times inappropriate, and can even be downright blasphemous.  But occasionally inspires real insight into the Gospels, and I can’t help but delight in the author’s sense of humor.

The scene of Jesus’ Baptism is one of those more memorable bits in the book.  It happens this way:  Jesus is plunged down into the water by John the Baptist, and just as in the Gospel, a voice booms across the plain for all to hear:  “This is my Son, the Beloved, with whom I am well pleased.”

Festival of St. Michael and All Angels – Revelation 12:7-12, Luke 10:17-20

It had been about a year since Mark’s wife had passed away, and life wasn’t getting any easier. Life without her required a lot of adjustments, and he’d tried to make the best of them, but it was starting to be too much. Now their three daughters had to spend a lot of time after school on their own, waiting for him to come home from work, being responsible for themselves. Their oldest was able to take some of that responsibility, but not quite old enough to drive, which meant that their extracurricular activities were limited. He felt guilty for making them choose, but what else could he do? Finding another job, closer to home, would likely mean even bigger cutbacks as finances became tighter, and work wasn’t exactly easy to come by these days. Without his wife, Mark was starting to feel lonely, too, and even his daughters seemed to be more and more distant. He needed help, he needed hope, but he was losing the battle.