The Spirit
and the bride say, “Come.” And let
everyone who hears say, “Come.” And let
everyone who is thirsty come.
Many of
you know that I was confirmed in the Episcopal Church at St. Thomas’ Church in
Bath in Steuben County. But many of you
do not know that I really did not become an Episcopalian there. I cut my Episcopal teeth while at college in
Plattsburgh, in the North Country, in the Diocese of Albany.
One of
the things I loved about the Episcopal Church was the deep rootedness of its
traditions. And I loved its predictability. What was called then the “new” Prayer Book
was in use, but in my parish it was Rite I (Traditional language) all the time
and that was perfectly fine with me.
Change
was in the wind, however, a wind that would become a gale. I was taught in my parish to resist change,
and among the changes I was to resist most strongly was the ordination of
women. I had no reason to question that
belief, so I adopted it as my own.
That
was the Fall of 1979. In the summer of
1983, I was back in Steuben County and as I had every summer, I went to church
at St. Thomas’, Bath. Well, there was a
morning that summer when I was late; as I approached St. Thomas’ it was going
for 10:45 am and the Service had started at 10:30 am. I had never been late to church before and I
wasn’t quite sure what would happen.
Then I
had an inspirational flash. St. James’
Church in Hammondsport had a Service at 11 am and I just had time to make
it. Why not? I had not been there before
although I had seen it from the outside and the time of their Service had stuck
in my mind. I got there in the nick of
time and swooshed into the back pew. The
introduction to the first hymn began to play.
When we started singing, I glanced behind me and—horror!—the priest was
a she.
I
debated. I could easily sneak out, but there was nowhere else to go, so I
decided to stay and just not receive communion.
It was one of the most fateful decisions I have ever made.
The
priest that morning was The Rev. Barbara Humphrey. She was the supply priest. I don’t much remember the first part of the
Service, but I do remember her at the Altar.
She said, as we do, “The Lord be with you.” My lips made no
response. Then “Lift up your hearts,” at
which point my heart broke open. By the
time for receiving communion I walked up.
Despite everything I had been taught, Jesus had shown up and had said,
as he always does, “Come.”
I
learned that morning that the church could change, that the deep rootedness I
so loved nourished a living tree with branches stretching ever toward the
light. The church was not about
tradition or change. It was about both.
But the impact of that experience was not only about my relationship
with the church. Ultimately it was about my relationship with God, with the
world, and with myself. And eventually
it not only changed my life, but it saved it, but that is another story.
I think
one of the great gifts of the merger of the two congregations to form the
Church of St. Luke & St. Simon Cyrene, is that it has opened you up to the
reality that change, although sometimes painful—even very painful—is both
possible and necessary. Not change for
the sake of change. Not change simply
because it pleases some or even most of our senses and sensibilities, but
change that is a response to Jesus’ invitation, “Come,” change that enables
Jesus’ invitation to be heard in fresh ways and, therefore, by more people.
If I
have been preaching one major theme more than any other for eight and half
years, I think it has been hospitality, welcome, inclusion. And you have not only been receptive to that
theme, but you have taught me a great deal about it.
To
maintain hospitality is to be in a constant state of change. Every new person who walks through the doors
of this church changes us, particularly if they stick around. If we do not let them change us, they tend to
go away. I believe that the vast
majority of mainline churches, almost all of whom in all sincerity call
themselves “a friendly church,” continue to shrink because they spend most of
their time and energy trying not to change, and if you are actively trying not
to change, hospitality is dead in the water no matter how friendly you are.
We are
about to embark together on significant change.
By Labor Day, I pray, you will walk in here and the front half of this
church will be open. There will be
chairs which can be configured to meet the needs of the moment. It will be shocking to some. You will look at
it, as some of you have looked at the pictures, with the facial expression I
bore when I saw that first priest who was a woman.
I pray
that most if not all of you will have the kind of experience I had in
Hammondsport 32 years ago. You will
first have to make a choice, as I did then, to stay put, risk the
experience. I do not want to tell you
what your experience will then be, but of one thing I am absolutely sure. Jesus will show up and he will say,
“Come.” The invitation will be the same.
It never changes.
We just
have to keep in my mind a couple basic principles. First, we love this building but we do not
worship it. It is not our God, even if
it helps us to find God. Second, we love
our history but our mission is not historic preservation. Our mission is welcome. Our mission is to help Jesus make the
invitation into his life-giving life, “Come.”
Anything that makes that easier needs to be done.
The
Book of Revelation is a very tricky piece of writing.
Jesus said,
“I am coming soon; my reward is with me, to repay according to everyone’s
work.”
What is
this “work” that we are required to do?
We immediately assume it has something to do with being holy, doing the
right thing, behaving yourself, shunning sin.
If that is the case, heaven will be empty.
No.
What is the work? it is simply
responding to the invitation, “Come.” “Let
everyone who is thirsty come.” The work
Jesus requires of me is to know that I am thirsty and believe he can do
something about it.
Change
is inevitable. People change. Buildings change. Institutions change. And all of that is OK because one thing never
changes: the invitation.
I
absolutely guarantee that you will get the same invitation if you walk in here
one day soon and sit in a chair.
The Spirit
and the bride say, “Come.” And let
everyone who hears say, “Come.” And let
everyone who is thirsty come.


