Category: Sermons

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.

Wedding Sermon – Adam Decker and Katherine Geeseman – John 4:5-30
Preached at the Episcopal Chapel of St. John the Divine in Champaign, IL

So, there is a danger in having your brother do your wedding.  As I was thinking about what to say in this sermon, I had some trouble deciding whether I should make some sort of metaphor about music, or if maybe I could just get away with standing up here and telling embarrassing stories about Adam.  I certainly know which of those two options I’d LIKE to take.  But since I want my brother to talk to me again someday, I’m going to talk a little bit about the Finnish composer, Jean Sibelius.

Funeral of Edith Pierson – Psalm 121

Have you ever sat and watched the sun going down, been struck by the beauty of the sunset, the purples and reds and blues painted across the sky as the day that God has made comes to an end and the quiet of night takes over? There are few things more beautiful than that moment when the sun’s rays suddenly flourish into the sky and then disappear over the horizon. Edith, I think, would have liked to think of her death as beautiful like that, a last bit of artwork in the painting of her life as it came to a close. A long, summer day, filled with joy and warmth, sometimes oppressively difficult but always progressing on in the beauty of God’s creation, a work of art that overwhelms the senses and shines out to all. Edith was privileged to live until the shadows of the setting sun had lengthened and the evening had come; the business of the world was hushed, the fever of life was over; the artist put a few final brushstrokes on the painting of her life, and then the work was done. How beautiful is the sunset of a life like this.

Funeral of David Bennett – Matthew 5:13-16

They say that a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Anyone who ever went walking with David Bennett might have had to say it begins with a few steps; Dave’s pace was quick and he was hard to keep up with. But for him, the first step took place on a summer day in 1938 in Reading, Pennsylvania. In that tiny infant in the Bennett household, a new life came to being and the light of Christ sprang to life in him.

11th Sunday After Pentecost (C) – Colossians 3:1-11, Luke 12:13-21

It’s Vacation Bible School time again. Last week, I had the joy of being a part of the program at Christ Lutheran, and next week, I get to do it all over again at Immanuel. Thinking back on it, VBS is probably the one ministry of the church that I’ve been involved with the longest. One of the activities that the curriculum we used this year features is a daily cartoon starring Chadder the Chipmunk, and so I got to send my brother a note this week letting him know that I was thinking of him, since, a decade and a half ago, in my home church in Pennsylvania, it was his job to run Chadder the Chipmunk’s Theater every summer. In fact, next weekend, I’m flying to Illinois to do his wedding, and I’ve threatened to bring along our Chadder the Chipmunk puppet to do the sermon.

Pentecost 8(C) – Deuteronomy 30:9-14; Luke 10:25-37

As many of you know, I had the opportunity to spend the first part of this week with ten of our youth members here at the church on a four-day overnight where we talked about food.  There really is no greater joy in my life than spending time with these teenagers, and I think they had a really good time too.  But I have to say, as time goes on, these overnights are getting harder and harder to plan.

The reason for that is a simple one, but it’s also very frustrating to me.  When I put these together, I use an educational method that comes to us from the Bible studies done by Base Christian Communities in South America.  You begin by observing the world around you.  Really see the situation as it is, in all it’s complexity and depth, joy and pain.  Then you process it.  This is more than just thinking about the problems you’ve seen; it’s really digging into them, trying to get at the reasons behind the problems, to allow the scriptures and traditions of the church to encounter them, to see where God’s Gospel meets the world’s injustices.  Then, based on what you’ve seen and what you’ve discovered, you take action.

Lectionary 9 (C) – 1 Kings 8:22-43; Galatians 1:1-12; Luke 7:1-10
At Christ Lutheran, West Boylston, MA

When the ancient Israelites finally settled in their promised land, it took quite a while to really establish themselves. Centuries of fighting against the prior inhabitants for land and resources, difficulties establishing leadership in a land where religious judges and prophets were the only recognized powers, and the challenge of organizing a people and society marked by differences between tribes and family lines made for a very slow process of settlement. It wasn’t until the rule of King David that they finally got around to converting the old worship space, the movable tent-of-meeting that they used in the desert, into a permanent and appropriate temple that accurately reflected the greatness of their God.

Holy Trinity (C)

Today is Trinity Sunday, the only day of the church year when we turn away from our usual immersion in the stories of our faith and focus on a particular doctrine of the Church. It may seem a little strange that we do it for this one specific article of faith, among all the other things we profess to believe in. Why the Trinity–a doctrine that we do not, cannot possibly begin to understand. Any attempts to do so fall short, and the best we can do is grasp at inadequate metaphor. Even our greatest theologians, with all of their understanding and language, have said that we cannot plumb even the surface of the meaning of the Trinity. So why have this festival? Why focus on something we can’t know? Why make it a point of faith?

Good Friday – Luke 20:1-15, Lamentations 3:1-9, 19-24
Preached at Oakdale United Methodist Church, as part of West Boylston’s ecumenical Good Friday worship.

If we are involved regularly with the scriptures, we end up developing a sort of relationship with different texts in the Bible.  There are the parts that we fall in love with, that we can’t hear enough.  For me, Jeremiah 31 is one of them, a passage that speaks so clearly of the Gospel, God’s promise to write his Word on our hearts, and that we will be God’s people, and He will be our God.  Then there are those bits that we’ve heard a billion times, and are confident we know well and understand.  When the father of the prodigal son runs out to welcome him home, we can see the powerful way that God yearns for us to return to Him, that He runs out to greet us.  And then there are the parts of scripture that are confusing, that no matter how often we read them, we just don’t quite get it.  Like the parable in today’s Gospel story.

Lent 4(C) – Joshua 5:9-12, Luke 15:1-3, 11b-32.  Preached at Christ Lutheran, West Boylston.

Father, I am hungry.

Says the little girl to her dad as they walk another day through the wilderness.  The man is weary from the walk, surrounded by thousands of other Israelite families, wandering toward some land that they supposedly were promised by some supposed God who was supposed to have rescued them from Egypt.  Certainly life was difficult in Egypt.  Working hard labor, long hours with little reward; working for the pharaoh and not for yourself; barely able to feed your family.  But barely able is still able.  There was still something, still some opportunity to provide for your children.