One Love, One Language: Pentecost Year A

One of the blessings of living in an interfaith marriage is coming to know and appreciate the customs and traditions of Judaism. In turn, I can take the things that I see in our "faith parent" and connect them for purposes of deepening the understanding of Jesus for my congregation. It is also good to have been a public radio reporter in my former work life. I still listen to the news, and read news headlines, and follow news podcasts. It helps me to then point to the ways things in Scripture are still speaking to us even here in the 21st Century. Proof positive that the Holy Spirit is still with us, and poking us in the rib cage with sharp elbows, as one of my spiritual directors once said. 

Text: Acts 2:1-21

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Take a moment and imagine this scene.

The city of Jerusalem was full of people.

Jewish pilgrims from every region had come bearing sheaves of wheat for Shavuot…this agricultural festival.

They were bringing the gifts of the first fruits of their harvest to the temple in thanks to God and celebrating the moment when God gave Moses the Torah on stone tablets at Mount Sinai.

Despite the frightening and terrible killing of Jesus two months earlier…the city’s residents had lived with and become accustomed to the brutality of the Roman government.

Shavuot was a chance to carry on with their holiday rituals as normal.

In the home of Jesus’s disciples…they also had gathered with a lot of people.

They entered this celebration with that glimmer of hope that they’d received.

Jesus…who they had thought was dead…had been resurrected.

Their sorrow had been turned to joy.

They’d experienced that God’s Love is more powerful than a Roman cross…and had seen Jesus ascend into heaven.

He’d blessed them and told them that another comforter would be with them soon.

So they huddled together…they prayed and talked.

Maybe another rabbi would show up in this crowded room…another one who would keep them moving in the way of Jesus.

A strong wind suddenly blows through the whole building.

Over each disciple’s head is a flame…a fiery tongue.

And as they feel this rush of air…the disciples find that they’re speaking in a new languages.

They’re using foreign phrases…as they talk about the amazing works of God.

But this wasn’t some incoherent babbling.

The strangest thing happened: people were hearing clear as day one message: “God is love let the whole earth rejoice in it!”

No need for interpreters or universal translators.

Everyone was hearing with the ears of their hearts…the same message in the way they could comprehend and understand it.

As people looked on at this scene…listening to these Galileans speaking so plainly in other languages…the crowd was a mix of wonder …and cynicism.

Naturally there were skeptics who were scoffing at the whole thing:

“Obviously, these guys have been drinking alcohol!”

That’s when Peter jumps to his feet.

“No we aren’t drunk! It’s the middle of the morning and we haven’t been doing shots at 9am!”

They might not have been lit in that way…but they were lit.

Lit up with the knowledge…and the wisdom that had been with Jesus.

They were filled with the same juice that fueled the passion of the prophets.

And they’d been reveling in same the wind that blew over the waters and existed with God from the beginning of time.

If they were drunk on anything…it was the Spirit of God.

And Peter…the guy who had retreated in fear at the time of Jesus’s arrest…was so intoxicated that he was now standing up and speaking with authority.

He told these pessimists that what they were witnessing was the fulfilment of God’s promise as spoken by the prophet Joel:

The spirit has come…and a new promising future is possible for all people.

Even in a time of uncertainty…and living under a Roman government that killed with impunity…God’s Holy Spirit has come and will surround them always.

The Spirit that arrived in the Upper Room continues to be that powerful wind that gives breath to those who need some more encouragement to be bold…and to dream…and have visions of a future not yet realized but is still possible.

It’s the energy that keeps us from sinking into complacency and depression and holds us up when others try to drag us down.

And it’s that force that challenges us to get out of our comfort zone and give us that proverbial kick in the pants to do our part to make a difference.

That’s the spirit of Pentecost.

And there is no time greater than now for us to start showing up…and speaking up.

I was listening to an interview with Bishop Deon Johnson…the Episcopal Bishop for the diocese of Missouri. Some of you might be familiar with Bishop Deon from Facebook. He frequently publishes prayers and intercessions that get shared on social media.

The bishop and his husband…who is Mexican by birth… became unwilling participants in the brokenness of our immigration policy.

They were in Mexico in 2024…at a routine interview for green card holders…when the immigration officer told them that Bishop Deon’s husband was being detained.

They were told that he needed to stay in Mexico for a year…even though he hadn’t lived in the country since he was a child.

As we might imagine…this caused a lot of fear and stress for everyone in the family…the bishop…his husband…and their two children.

They complied…finding an apartment for him in Mexico…and finding ways to keep the family in touch via Facetime.

They lived through the trauma…only to find out at the end of it all that everything they’d just been through had been unnecessary.

After nearly a year…a different immigration official looked at the husband’s record…and said there’d been nothing wrong with his green card status in the first place.

Needless to say… Bishop Deon was understandably angry about the whole thing.

And yet…out of that hardship…not only had the Spirit kept the family together…it had started to do other work beyond their immediate struggle.

Their experience raised the awareness among Missouri Episcopalians to the fears and concerns felt by all their black and brown neighbors…especially those who aren’t native English speakers.

Some congregations moved to organize ways to help immigrants.

It also opened up important conversations with Bishop Deon.

There had been some church members who weren’t happy to have a bishop who is black… gay and a naturalized U.S. citizen.

Hearing that he was solo parenting at this time and needed to get home to his kids….and that’s why he couldn’t do all the typical activities when he would visit a congregation struck a nerve.

It helped soften some people’s hearts as they now saw him not as some scary “other” and fictionalized version of a black gay man…but as an incarnation of God’s beloved…a fellow sibling in Christ.

And the experience…as terrible as it was for their kids… turned their older daughter into an outspoken activist for her St. Louis high school classmates who worried that ICE was coming for them and their families.

The interviewer asked if this immigration trauma had made the bishop question his faith and naturally, he said no, it had not.

Sitting on this side of the experience…Bishop Deon spoke confidently of how his faith was so grounded in hope that it once more showed that resurrection and Easter follows those Good Friday moments.

As he put it…”There will always be those who are more in love with power over others than being in love with God’s Love.” But God’s love…and God’s spirit will have the final say.

And that’s the key thing for us.

When we stick close to that source of Love…and drink from the living waters of God…we not only become the witnesses of Love…but water bearers to those who are thirsty for a church that embodies mercy…compassion…and justice.

And with the power of the Holy Spirit…we are given the strength and the ability and the joy to do our part in making this a better place for everyone.

In the name of our One Holy and Undivided Trinity. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Show the Way

 

We are undergoing a type of revolution here in the United States. The "Supreme" Court's decision in the Callais case out of Louisiana, stripping away the final portions of the Voting Rights Act of 1965, has led to a cavalcade of Southern state legislatures hastily redrawing their Congressional districts in an effort to disenfranchise black voters. 

Blacks tend to vote for Democrats, and the Republican Party is desperate to use any means possible to stop the inevitable thrashing they're about to get in the wake of this horrid regime and its greed and grift at the expense of working people.

On Saturday, May 16th, thousands assembled in Montgomery, Alabama for All Roads Lead to the South. This was a rally to motivate all people of goodwill to stand up and fight for the rights of black and brown people to have their voices count at the ballot box this election year. I had really wanted to go, but having done so much driving lately...and the prospect of having to do seven hours round trip to Montgomery and then have the energy to drive back and forth to Valdosta the next day....nope. The spirit was willing but the flesh said, "Are you nuts?!"

But the evil being done in state legislatures, and my own grief still present at the loss of friends, was very much on my mind as I read through the scriptures assigned for this Sunday after the Ascension. Rather than isolated one pericope, I found that the Spirit was drawing on pieces and parts from three of the four.

See what you think.

Texts: Acts 1:6-14; 1 Peter 4:12-14; 5:6-11; John 17:1-11

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I recently reconnected with an old colleague and friend from my days working in radio.

In our back-and-forth exchange…she shared with me an interview she had done with her husband for the StoryCorps program.

StoryCorps is an independent audio production company that travels the country by silver bus.

They set up shop… usually for a couple of weeks in a location… and offer to record people who want to share their stories about anything…and then StoryCorps distributes a copy of the recording to the participants.

The originals are housed at the National Archives in DC.

Some of those recordings are also played on National Public Radio on Friday mornings.

My friend had signed up with her husband to meet with StoryCorps when they came to her city.

And they reminisced about how they met.

As part of their discussion… they talked about death.

He was much older than she was…so the presumption was that he was going to die first.

He told her that when he died…he wanted her to be happy…and to do whatever things would make her happy.

“But what if I’m not going to be happy when you’re gone?” she asked.

“Well, you’re going to have to figure that out, kiddo.”

He did die…about six years ago.

And my friend is still striving to figure it out…and to find happiness in a life without her beloved.

Grief…and the sense of a profound loss…of a spouse…a lover…a job…or even fundamental rights…can plunge us into a liminal space.

The world keeps spinning on its axis…but we don’t feel as though we’re traveling at the same speed as everyone else.

It’s that odd time of knowing that something has ended…and yet we are stumbling our way toward the beginning of something new.

That’s the place where we find the disciples right now…as we move from the season of Easter…and the joyfulness of the resurrection… and head toward Pentecost…and the next act in God’s dream for the world.

This past Thursday…the fortieth day after Easter…we marked the Feast of the Ascension…which we heard about this morning in the Book of Acts.

Jesus’s time on earth has come to an end…and like the prophet Elijah…he is lifted up and away… to take his seat at the right hand of God.

Our Gospel lesson from John this morning recalls Jesus’s concluding prayer for his friends…a final appeal to God to watch over them…be with them…protect them from the storms of life that will come their way.

Jesus has done all he could do in his time on earth.

Now it’s their turn to figure it out.

It’s also our turn.

As we have listened to these words of Scripture today…and over the past many weeks…months and years of our lives…we’ve been given countless lessons in how to live into Love.

All the prayers…the hymns that we sing…and this meal that we share at this table…they’re all meant to reinforce and remind us that we already have the tools in our proverbial toolbelts to do the sometimes frustrating…and yet important and joyful work of repairing the breeches in the world around us…loving our neighbors…no matter who they are…in the way that we want to be loved…cared for…and treated.

We heard Jesus’s prayer in John’s Gospel…but Luke’s account of the ascension gives us some more color around that moment with disciples as he left them for the last time.

Luke tells us that Jesus spent his last hour opening their minds to understanding the Scriptures…connecting the dots between the prophets of the Old Testament…and everything he had shown and taught them.

And just before he ascended into heaven…he was offered them a blessing.

But rather than being in despair…Luke says Jesus’s friends “returned to Jerusalem overwhelmed with joy.”

Not moping.

Not handwringing.

They were overwhelmed with joy.

That’s such an interesting observation.

And yet it makes sense.

Because something had shifted in them.

Deep in their hearts they understood that this ending of Jesus’s earthly ministry wasn’t an end….like “Well, that’s over!”

No, his spirit…his words…his mission was with them…and in them…in the same way that it’s within us.

We are the new hands and feet and mouths of Jesus.

That’s really good news…especially as we face the challenges that are before us.

The author Anne Lamott used a phrase in a recent Substack article that resonated with me, “Life is getting so much lifeier than I was prepared for.” (“Gold” from Hallelujah Anyways, May 2, 2026 on Substack).

She was writing about all the things happening at the global level of life as we know it: wars…billionaires using and abusing people and systems…and…while she didn’t name this one… I would add to her list the breakneck speed at which Southern state legislatures are undoing all the heavy lifting of the civil rights movement.

Add to those troubles…the more personal things that affect us: the surgeries…the troubling diagnosis…the death of loved ones. And Lamott says, “that’s more lifeier than I was prepared for.”

But even with those realities that sometimes can come at us in rapid fire succession…we aren’t hopeless when we remember and return to the root of our being: the Love of God that is in us…with us…and around us always.

That’s what our Epistle reading from the First Letter of Peter is driving at.

Peter acknowledges that ordeals will test and challenge us.

We are going to face health crises…and bad days at work…and gerrymandered political maps that deepen the rifts between us…and make us turn on one another.

As Peter so aptly put it: “Like a roaring lion your adversary the devil prowls around, looking for someone to devour.” (1 Peter 5:8b)

But when such trouble arises…we must resist it…and stay steadfast in our faith.

One of my favorite theologians…Howard Thurman…wrote that “the evilness of evil isn’t about destroying the body or reducing cities to rubble;

Its real target is to corrupt the spirit and give the soul the contagion of inner disintegration.” (Thurman, Essential Writings, quoting The Meditations of the Heart, 110-111).

Now.... I admit…when something big has happened that makes it seem as if the ground beneath my feet is shifting every which way…I find it hard to remember to slow down…and as Peter says “Humble myself,” meaning…enter that prayerful place… and lean on God to seek help.

Or…more accurately…I get so caught up in my own mental wrestling that I forget that God is waiting and ready to remind me of those things that I already have learned.

So when I have finally have worn myself out with my thrashing…I ask for God’s guidance…and taking some deep breaths…I make my plea to the Holy One:

To tell me again those truths…that the real nature of God is love.

And Love is stronger than hate.

Help me to hear those words… so that it fills my heart and mind with balm of God’s peace.

Ground me in the goodness that is always there…

Open my eyes to take in the wonder of God’s artistry in the rising and setting of the sun and the song of the birds in the trees.

And with my soul now calm and the noise in my head quieted down…again show me the way so that I may help lead others with strength…courage…and kindness…so that I may

not be a stumbling block to those seeking the freedom that comes from God’s love.

As Pentecost draws near may our hearts and minds be primed as we seek God’s peace…and hope…so that we’re ready to do the work of Love that’s before us.

In the name of our One Holy and Undivided Trinity.

The Transforming Power of Love

 

This has been a particularly rough patch for me personally. I have lost two friends, one a year older...the other a year younger than me... this past month to cancer.  In between mourning and funerals was the latest Mickee Faust cabaret, a celebration of new ministry in Valdosta at Christ Church, and my spring clergy conference on the Georgia coast. Following that, I traveled to last week to Fayetteville to participate in the funeral of my younger friend, the Rev. Leslie Roraback. And after our service at St. Barnabas this past Sunday, I drove through a massive traffic headache on I-75 to get to back home to Tallahassee to attend the memorial service St. John's held in honor of Leslie who had been their associate rector.

I didn't know if I would have the ability to write a sermon through exhaustion and tears. But I did. And I have a feeling that I had a couple of angels who were hovering over my shoulders to help me get it done in fits and starts. See what you think.

Texts: Acts 7: 54-60, John 14:1-14

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Following Jesus is not for the faint of heart.

To actually walk the walk…and talk the talk…of the one who keeps pointing the way to Love takes practice…patience…and an ability to handle the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune and the sea of troubles that will come.

Now I want to be clear: to follow Jesus and to live out our Christian faith in this world does not necessarily put us in mortal danger.

Despite what some might want to say and trumpet on any number of social media platforms…we Christians of the United States are not a persecuted minority.

This is not Somalia or North Korea.

Even with the declining number of people attending churches in this country…. Christians still have an out-sized statistical advantage over other religious groups.

And we are still ahead of that growing number of people who say they don’t have any religious affiliation at all.

Of course…that could change…in part because of the way those who claim to be Christian are behaving…making gods of out of other “things”…and not following Jesus.

But if we can take anything away from the stoning death of Stephen…the first deacon and martyr of the church… it’s that when we have the courage to speak from a place of faith in Jesus…not everyone is going to receive it…and we may find ourselves facing hostility because of it.

Because the way…the truth…and the life that Jesus calls us to is one that doesn’t fit with what the culture counts as strength.

Jesus was about teaching us to keep looking beyond labels…and recognize the divine spark that lives in all creation…both humans and animals and even in the plant life around us.

The more we seek connection to one another…the closer we are getting to that vision…that dream of God…where we might stop falling into the trap of wanting to dominate others in order to feel as though we have some self-worth.

Now the interesting thing about Stephen is that he apparently was very good at living into his faith…and doing the task that he was given to do: to love and care for the Hellenistic widows of Jerusalem…helping to feed them as well as the other widows in the city.

The whole reason the apostles made Stephen and a few others into deacons was because the needs of both native Jews to Jerusalem and the Greek-speaking population were so great they needed some extra help.

But by Stephen doing these acts of charity…and being faithful… he aroused the jealousy of some.

And…just like with Jesus… Stephen’s detractors trumped up charges against him…and got some people to lie about him to the council.

But unlike Jesus…this man…described as having the face of an angel…decided to launch into a lengthy…detailed lecture…tracing the history of Israel…and the way that the people turned on Moses and the prophets.

And then he capped it off with accusing the council members of being stiff-necked and killing Jesus.

While his speech was passionate…it wasn’t the best way to win friends and influence people.

Just in the same way…screaming Bible verses into a bullhorn and condemning people to hell if they don’t profess a belief in Jesus is not the best kind of evangelism.

In fact…it’s pretty repulsive to most people.

There’s a reason so many have turned away from the church since the days of the Baby Boomers.

So this diatribe of Stephen’s wasn’t his best moment…and still…it ended up serving a greater purpose.

His killing was an awful and extreme act of retribution.

And…just as it did at the crucifixion…the attack on Stephen sent the disciples scattering.

And out of those ashes came new growth.

The disciples…coming in contact with others outside of Jerusalem…began to quietly and carefully…share the story of Jesus.

Philip would encounter the Ethiopian eunuch who…upon seeing a pool of water…asked “What is to stop me from being baptized?”

The same happens with Peter who finds the Roman centurion Cornelius and his family in Caeserea.

And as we heard this morning…standing in the crowd that was attacking Stephen was Saul…who would undergo his own massive conversion on the road to Damascus…and would become the prolific New Testament writer Paul.

What others did as an act of evil…God salvages and Love transforms it for good.

I think about these moments such as this one with Stephen…and the crucifixion of Jesus.

I note that in both cases…they didn’t give in to bitterness.

Even as others are attacking them and killing them…they still kept their eyes fixed on Love.

For Jesus…he prayed Psalm 22... a psalm of lament that ultimately keeps the heart fixed on God who is merciful.

For Stephen… he had that vision of Jesus at the right hand of God… and his faith and trust in Jesus’s ways led him to pray for forgiveness for those persecuting him.

I think about how anchoring ourselves in our faith…tapping into that lifeblood of Love that is around us…is our true superpower in times of trouble and turmoil.

It has helped me and so many others when things in the world seem so bleak…or unjust and out of whack with that vision that God has of us living in harmony with each other and the rest of creation.

I’m wondering who else might have had that experience?

Have any of you experienced something that felt like a set back of some kind…and through some form of prayer or even pleading to God… that you found your way through that time of trouble?

(Leave a moment for this. If nothing comes…move on.)

The thing is that we are always going to face challenges and difficulties. And Jesus knew that would happen big time for the disciples.

That’s why John records his extended goodbye speech to them…starting with this famous portion with “I am the way, the truth, and the life.”

Those who have learned from Jesus…and listened to Jesus…and absorbed all that…have all that they need to survive life’s tempests as they come.

When we partake of the bread and the wine at this table…we’re not only receiving into our bodies the elements that bring us solace….but this meal is about giving us the strength and renewal to face the challenges put in our path.

Love is the feast served at this table.

Keep that in mind this morning as you receive the bread and the wine…and may it feed us so we are ready to feed the world.

In the name of our One Holy and Undivided Trinity.

 

Whose Voice is Calling?

 

I have a travel mug I carry with me every Sunday that says, "Be careful or you'll end up in my sermon." I showed that to our cat when he was being a pest. And it has now come to pass that he was the kicking off point for my sermon about listening for that voice that calls us into service, into action, and into love. 

At a time of war, we need more of that. See what you think.

Text: Psalm 23; John 10:1-10

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Anyone who has ever owned a cat knows that cats are cute…furry…and loving creatures

They’re also the most willful critters known to humankind.

Our current cat…Romeo…is no exception.

Just as it’s been with our prior cats…Romeo has a cat door and he can go in and out as he pleases.

But at nightfall…we want him inside. Even though we live in a downtown neighborhood…there is still wildlife that comes out at night…foxes and other potential predators.

We lost one feline friend to some unknown animal attacker…so we’ve been cautious ever since.

As the days grow longer and warmer…Romeo is happier spending more hours outside.

He enjoys going into the area behind our house to hunt for geckos in the many oak and magnolia leaves…and then falling asleep under a bush or the porch of the abandoned house behind ours.

Quite often…when I am coming home late at night…I’ll find that he hasn’t come home yet.

Isabelle will tell me that she tried to call for him…but…well…cats are willful.

It happened again this past week…when I got home at almost nine o’clock.

Romeo still hadn’t come home.

Isabelle and I were talking about his bad boy behavior…and how cute and annoying he can be about not coming back at night.

I was still unloading things from the car…and carrying on this conversation about Romeo outside when I heard the tell-tale sounds of something leaping over dead branches and onto the leaves in the backyard.

In trots Romeo…coming over to me to rub his white and black furry body against my shins.

He had heard my voice.

And now that both parents were home…he was ready for his dinner and the chance to curl up on chair in the office.

It’s funny how pets respond to the voices of their owners.

Because of the bonds we form with them…and the relationship and trust that we build with them…they come to know…and love us.

Shepherds build that sort of relationship with their sheep…which is the reason why we see so many references in the Scriptures to “Shepherds” and “Sheep.”

One of the most well-known of those is in psalm 23…”The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not be in want. He makes me lie down in green pastures and leads me beside still waters.”

We get that sense of the Shepherd who cares for the sheep so completely.

We, as those sheep, feel that love when we lay our trust on God.

Interestingly…one of the commentators I was reading suggested that we should have read a different psalm for today: Psalm 118, which figures prominently in Palm Sunday and Holy Week.

“Open for me the gates of righteousness; I will enter them; I will offer thanks to the Lord.”

It is a bit odd that on this Fourth Sunday of Easter…the Gospel passage we heard from John is not the part where Jesus refers to “I am the good shepherd,” but rather “I am the gate” of this enclosure where the sheep are kept safe.

And it’s also important to know where our Gospel lesson falls within the broader context of John’s Gospel.

If we think back many weeks ago during Lent…when Deacon Karyl would present to you some very lengthy passages of John’s writings…one of them was the healing of the blind man.

We might recall that Jesus and the disciples came across this man on their journey…and the disciples were like, “Who sinned to cause this man to be blind?” and Jesus said, “Nobody sinned, now watch this.”

He put mud on the man’s eyes and told him to wash it off in Siloam and—voila—he was no longer blind.

That started a whole controversy…the formerly blind man keeps getting interrogated…and when he made a confession that Jesus clearly was not some demonic force but rather a healer…this man got kicked out of the synagogue.

Jesus and this man were then reunited…and the man says he believes and worships Jesus.

Standing by and witnessing all of this is a group of Pharisees who hear Jesus declare that he “has come for judgment so that those who do not see may see and those who do see may become blind.”

The Pharisees take offense at this…and Jesus basically says to them…these representatives of the establishment religion… you’ve become blind. You’ve allowed too many “things” to become paramount to the one thing that matters: God is Love.

Not rules.

Not power and prestige.

God is Love.

God is the gatekeeper…and I am showing the people the gate.

If you follow my voice…if you take in the lessons I am teaching you… and put these into practice… this gate will swing open to you.

And once you move through this gate…you will find that green pasture…that abundant life with the love and care of Psalm 23.

That’s what happened with that blind man in the chapter before in John’s Gospel.

Not only did he come to see…but as all those other voices kept pestering him and badgering him about his miraculous healing…the voice he ultimately listened to and believed was Jesus.

Because the voice of Jesus spoke in a tone that conveyed mercy…compassion…and love.

Or…to put it another way… it was words of the unconditional love that provides health…healing… and hope.

This has been one of the greatest offerings that I’ve seen here at St. Barnabas as well as our wider Episcopal Church.

Now…I grew up as an Episcopalian…so this is the one Christian tradition I’ve known my whole life.

I have seen it’s good… it’s not so good…and I have experienced the wounds of when it has been downright bad and ugly.

But I have also seen and known our denomination to be that one place…that flickering light of Christ… for those seeking a relationship with God that is loving and not rule-bound or—worse—some terrifying abusive Father.

I have heard the stories of so many people who kept searching for a place where they felt safe and could start to relate to God through Jesus…the Jesus who was that shepherd of the Middle Eastern tradition…leading people out of their despair and into a journey with Love.

A true and lasting Love that keeps saying, “You matter.”

This is the message we are to share with all the various people we encounter in our lives.

There is a God who loves each one of us deeply and wants us to extend that love to others.

There is a place where you can be loved and accepted as the beloved child that you are.

There is health…healing…and hope with unconditional love and it begins with each of us who will listen for it…and hear it calling our names.

Come and see.

Take and share.

In the name of Our One Holy and Undivided Trinity.

Seeing with the Heart

I'm finally catching up on posting here! This is the sermon I preached for the Third Sunday of Easter, after having spent the Second Sunday of Easter on an Air Force Base in California. It was my honor to have been asked to give the invocation at the commissioning of one of our former St. Barnabas members as she assumed the role of leading the 940th Aircraft Maintenance Squadron. 

And like with so many other experiences one has as a priest, I felt as though I had received much more than I gave during this moment with our military in the Air Force. 

See what you think.

Text: Luke 24:13-35

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This Gospel lesson…often called “The Road to Emmaus”…is one of my favorites.

Luke has a number of memorable passages…The Prodigal Son…The Good Samaritan…but this one hits on that idea that the most ordinary…and simplest encounters with a stranger…can remind us that we’re all connected through the One Love of God to each other.

And it’s through sharing…both our stories and gathering around the table for a meal…that we will know and be known to each other.

It’s also a lesson in what true faith looks like.

We can understand that Cleopas and the other disciple were in the midst of a whirlwind of emotions.

Jesus…the man in whom they had trusted and counted on to be their Messiah…was betrayed and brutally executed by their oppressors…the Roman Empire.

But then…they got word that the women had gone to the tomb…found it empty…and were telling the others that Jesus was alive.

And then…a bunch of the men went to the tomb…they…too…said it was empty.

So these two disciples are doing what any of us would do: they’re not only processing all of this in their own heads…they’re trying to work it out with each other as they make this long walk back to Emmaus.

And when this stranger comes along…and asks “What things? What are you talking about?” they’re like, “Bruh! You don’t know?!” and now they have a third party to help them muddle their way through this trauma.

Isn’t this how we act when something extraordinary and bizarre happens?

Our natural instinct is to share and process.

I think about the time that the tornadoes ripped through the middle of Tallahassee a couple of years ago.

One of them passed right by our house before it landed on a nearby golf course and met up with its twin to continue tearing through neighborhoods in the heart of the city.

After the fact…all of us on our block were in the street…comparing notes of what we heard when…who had heard the tornado alarm?...All of that.

So that’s the headspace that these two disciples are in.

And as this stranger starts to explain…piece by piece…bit by bit…the whole arc of the Messianic story….something shifts in them.

They feel their hearts…”strangely warmed.”

In the midst of the chaos…this stranger is helping to calm them down… lower the adrenaline… as he reminds them of their story.

His demeanor and words made enough of an impression that when he tries to walk off… they’re saying, “No wait! Come home with us.”

That invitation was a major act of trust on their part.

They still don’t know who this guy is… but they felt a level of comfort that made them want to open their home to him.

It was also a mark of their radical hospitality.

It was a common practice at that time in the First Century that people traveled in a type of buddy system because it wasn’t safe to walk alone on some of the roads between towns.

I can imagine that Jesus…still operating incognito at this point… also felt his heart brimming with happiness.

Their willingness to take in the stranger… which was in keeping with his teachings of that Jewish ethic of welcoming the foreigner… must have given him confirmation that those who had believed in his message were not giving up on Love… even as the Roman authorities attempted to cruelly snuff it out.

As he took…blessed…broke…and gave the bread… the two disciples’ hearts…already with those embers of recognition burning… had their eyes opened to see that this stranger was… in fact… their beloved Jesus.

And then he was gone.

We might have thought this sudden disappearance plunged them back into depression.

But instead…they reflected on that moment… the understanding of what just took place.

And as all the pieces came together in their heads…they had the realization of the great gift they’d been given.

They’d just experienced Jesus…present with them in the body of a supposed stranger.

And now this event is the thing that they could hold onto.

Having known Jesus in this way…this is the feeling that they could carry with them and share this understanding with others.

This story of the disciples on that long walk back to Emmaus is a master class in what having faith in God looks like.

Faith isn’t about having all the answers or seeing something right before our faces.

Faith sees with the eyes of the heart… and it’s that sixth sense that can’t be quantified or calculated.

But it’s that stirring we can feel inside ourselves that leads us to wonder and curiosity.

We can sense the presence of the Holy anywhere…whether we’re out in nature and meeting God as we commune with creation…or even as we sit beside a stranger in a waiting room.

God is never that remote if we take the time to slow down and pay attention to who and what is around us. 

It’s through this process of slowing down…and taking time with one another…that we unknowingly invite Jesus into our space.

In this way…Jesus serves as that ultimate community organizer….building bridges through swapping our stories and sharing meals at the table…both this one…and the ones we sit at every day in our homes and our communities.

I was reminded of the importance of such communion this past weekend when I was in California to deliver the invocation at Major Brittany Peters-Wagenius’s assumption of command ceremony.

Besides spending time with Brittany and the whole Wagenius family…I had some conversations with a few of the service members who were in attendance.

As you might imagine… this is a particularly difficult and stressful time for the military… and especially for Brittany’s squadron which takes care of the aircraft used in refueling missions.

When I shared with them about St. Barnabas and how close we are to Moody Air Force Base… I could see in some of their faces that sense of almost relief and appreciation that a church such as ours exists.

One woman even remarked how important it was for the men and women of the Air Force to have a place such as this where they could come and be in the civilian community… and have a spiritual home that wasn’t about the military.

And all this sharing happened without me preaching; I just simply shared that we’re a church near Moody Air Force Base.

And that’s one of the critical pieces of this Gospel story that I think is an important take away.

Once the disciples had their moment of reconnecting with Jesus at the table…they didn’t just sit there.

They went back to Jerusalem.

They sought out others.

They shared their experience.

We should do the same…especially now when the world needs to see Christians who are following Jesus.

By sharing our stories… by letting the prayers we say here…and the meal we eat at this table take root in us and transform us…others will see in our actions…and our words…that ethic of Love that comes to us through Jesus.

And in turn…we may find our hearts strangely warmed by our contact with others if we remain open and attentive to the world around us.

In the name of our One Holy and Undivided Trinity.

"Come and See" A Sermon for Easter 2026

 

And now...the Easter sermon! 

The Easter Vigil featured the story of the resurrection from Matthew's perspective. This morning's Gospel was the John telling of the story.

And the joy of the night before carried over into this morning's celebration back at St. Barnabas.

Text: John 20:1-18

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One of the fun projects we’ve done here at St. Barnabas in these last couple of years is the painting of our Easter rocks.

I invite my friends Kris and Sally to come here from Tallahassee with their rocks and paint pens and we spend about an hour or so letting our creative juices flow.

We paint them with lots of colors and images with a word or a message of hope and encouragement.

And then we put them out around the city with the intention of an unsuspecting person finding them and brightening their day.

We also put on the back side of the rock some kind of identifier that this piece of rock art is brought to you by St. Barnabas in Valdosta.

We blessed our basket of Easter rocks last Sunday…and gave everyone an opportunity to take a couple to put out there in the world.

Easy enough assignment.

But I had someone come up to me with this one rock…beautifully decorated with hearts and a message of “Love.”

“I can’t put this out.”

OK….I’m thinking why not?

“I don’t think you want this out there?”

Now I’m totally confused.

Why in the world would I not want a message “Love” put out in the world?

I mean, that’s the point of this exercise.

“You don’t know what this says…”

And I’m like, “Yes, I know what it says….I saw all of these rocks. I was the one who sprayed the sealant on all these rocks!”

She flipped the rock over.

I saw that it had a hashtag with the church’s name.

I’m still confused as to what the problem was with this rock.

“Yeah OK….Hashtag Saint…..”

And that’s when I saw it.

Instead of St. Barnabas… it was inscribed “Saint Barabas V-L-D”

I thought I knew what I was seeing…but clearly I did not.

My eyes and my head were looking for one thing…only to find something else.

It’s funny how when we expect to see one thing…it’s hard for us to recognize the unexpected.

Such was the case with Mary Magdalene…Peter…and the other disciple.

They knew what had happened to their friend and teacher.

Peter was still carrying the guilt that he hadn’t stood up for Jesus.

The disciples had all scattered when the Romans showed up to arrest him.

Mary Magdalene and the other women had stood by helpless…crying…and horrified by the spectacle of seeing Jesus die on the cross…watching Roman guards cackling and picking over his clothing like vultures.

This was all real.

And their pain and sorrow were real.

Mary had thought that she could go to the tomb in the pre-dawn hours after the Sabbath to properly care for Jesus’s body.

What she hadn’t anticipated was to find the stone rolled away…and an open and empty tomb.

Whoa!! This is NOT normal.

Mary runs and finds Peter.

Then Peter and the other disciple are racing each other…likely with Mary joining in this sprint.

They get to the tomb…Peter goes in…and…uh oh.

There’s the head cloth neatly folded over there.

There’s the linen wrappings tossed aside over there.

Unlike Lazarus…there was no need to unbind this body!

John tells us the other disciple then got up the nerve to go into the tomb…saw the same thing and “believed.” But then he and Peter went home.

I’m thinking that they did one of those slowly backing up from this scene…blinking their eyes a few times…oh my goodness, this is…wow!  He’s really been raised from the dead?!

Remember: this whole ‘dead person brought back to life’ is not normal for them…any more than it is for us.

So they go home.  Home is safe. Home is normal.

Mary…still half out of her mind with grief…finally looks in the tomb for herself.

She doesn’t see the head band…or the linen wrappings.

She sees two angels…sitting in the place where these two items had been.

Whaaaaatt?

She begins wailing again.

The angels are confused and concerned.  This ought to be good news that Jesus has risen.

“Woman, why are you weeping?”

Now she’s confused.

“Why am I weeping?? I came here to care for Jesus’s body and he’s gone!”

“Woman, why are you weeping?”

Is there an echo in here??

Mary turns around and sees some strange guy…asking her the same question.

Through the tears in her eyes…she looks at this man.

“OK, look mister! I don’t know who you are but if you took Jesus’s body you better give him back…”

“Mary!”

That voice.

That tone.

He said he was the shepherd…and the sheep would follow him because he calls them by name and they recognize his voice.

Just like Peter and the disciple…she blinks…looks again…and realizes…this is Jesus.

It’s really him.

She wants to touch him…to hang on to him…to never let him go again.

But in the words of the great modern theologian Sting…

If you love somebody…set them free.

And Jesus has a job for her to do.

“Go tell the others that I am ascending…to our common Father and God! Go my beloved sister. Go tell them to come and see what you have seen.”

Come and see.

That is the overarching theme that we’ve been hearing for several weeks now…building to this moment of Mary Magdalene seeing the resurrected Jesus…and being tasked with becoming an apostle to the apostles.

Nicodemus took the risk to venture out into the darkness to come and see this rabbi who seemed to have a message that was striking a chord with the people.

The Samaritan woman at the well… like Mary Magdalene… became an apostle to her people…the rival Jewish faction… telling them to come and see this incredible man.

Even Jesus was told to come and see where they had laid his friend Lazarus…so that he could call him out of his tomb.

It brings us back to that field with the shepherds at Christmas…when they are told to come and see this new life that was destined to be the one to show them the way to abundant life.

When the unexpected happens… when something extraordinary occurs… the response is to come and see.

And once we have seen it…don’t we naturally want to share this amazing thing?

That’s what Jesus is counting on…and that’s God’s purpose in this feat of the resurrection:

Come…and see…take this in…and then go and share.

And share in ways that are meaningful.

Not standing on street corners with sandwich boards and bullhorns.

As people of this Easter time…we are to share in a manner that changes lives.

We share through telling our stories….how we’ve been touched and shaped by the God of Love…who transforms us.

We bring those stories to those who have not known that type of Love coming from the church…and give them a different experience of what it is to be “Christian.”

We make Jesus manifest through our caring and kindness to our frail and vulnerable friends and family members.

We show that love in our interactions with strangers who may be struggling…or that co-worker who is going through a difficult time.

We do it by letting others see the light of Christ that is within us…shining out through the ways that we live and move and have our being in the world.

Imagine what it would be like if others…having met us… in our revived and renewed Easter selves…turned to their friends and said, “There’s something different about these people…they don’t seem like what I’ve heard about ‘Christians’ from the news.”

Think about it.

“Come and see!”

Easter is the time to emerge out of whatever fears or doubts we’ve had…and to trust that the God of Love will never give up…and will carry us through to a life filled with hope.

That’s worth sharing…so that others may come and see.

In the name of our One Holy and Undivided Trinity.