Showing posts with label Ash Wednesday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ash Wednesday. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

The Season of Shadows

Scripture Passage: Joel 2: 1-2, 12-17
Blow the trumpet in Zion; sound the alarm on my holy mountain! Let all the inhabitants of the land tremble, for the day of the Lord is coming, it is near—2a day of darkness and gloom, a day of clouds and thick darkness! Like blackness spread upon the mountains a great and powerful army comes; their like has never been from of old, nor will be again after them in ages to come...12Yet even now, says the Lord, return to me with all your heart, with fasting, with weeping, and with mourning;13rend your hearts and not your clothing. Return to the Lord, your God, for he is gracious and merciful, slow to anger, and abounding in steadfast love, and relents from punishing.14Who knows whether he will not turn and relent, and leave a blessing behind him, a grain offering and a drink offering for the Lord, your God?15Blow the trumpet in Zion; sanctify a fast; call a solemn assembly;16gather the people. Sanctify the congregation; assemble the aged; gather the children, even infants at the breast. Let the bridegroom leave his room, and the bride her canopy.17Between the vestibule and the altar let the priests, the ministers of the Lord, weep. Let them say, “Spare your people, O Lord, and do not make your heritage a mockery, a byword among the nations. Why should it be said among the peoples, ‘Where is their God?’”
 
In the shadow of the morning, we can see just a hint of light peeking through the clouds.  There is no brightness, no need to shield our eyes from the glare.  The season of shadows has begun.  We have been through this before.  We know what is to come.  And, yet, we cannot help but continue down the path.  It is where we are called to go.  The Light is at the end.  But to get to it, we must walk through the shadows.  We must walk through the ashes of last year's palms and the smoky residue of plans we had.  It is the way that we return.  It is the way home.
 
We don't do well with shadows.  There is something untrustworthy about these shadows, as if they're hiding something that we cannot see.   But think about it.  A somewhat overcast day is a photographer's dream.  After all, we need light; we crave light; we are children of the Light!  The darkness is not for us.  It is foreboding.  We do not know which way to go.  But light...full, glaring, heat-ridden light.  It is too much.  So we don our sunglasses and we pull down the shades.  Our eyes are not accustomed to the glare.  It is just too hard to see.  But filtered light, those overcast days, those gray, cloud-filled shadow days that seem to hide something behind it all--those are the ones that let us see.  The glare is gone.  And there is just enough light to illumine our way.  Shadows are disconcerting and, yet, they provide the place for the most clarity.  The filtered colors are brilliant as if all of them are refracted through one prism in brilliant technicolor.  The shadows are where we can truly see.

This is the Season of Shadows.  As hard as it is for us to admit to ourselves, we are not yet ready for the Light.  So God gives us just enough to show us the way without blinding our path.  We will walk for 40 days, stopping to rest every now and then as the Light become brighter, stopping to adjust our eyes.  This is the Season of Shadows, the season of clarity, the season that lights our way when we're not really ready for the brightness of Home.  Let us now walk, slowly, basking in the shadows.  Even the Shadow is a part of God's grace.

On this Day of Ashes, remember that even the Shadows were created by God.  And be thankful.

Grace and Peace,

Shelli
 
 

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Mixed Messages

Lectionary Gospel for Ash Wednesday:  Matthew 6: 1-6
Beware of practicing your piety before others in order to be seen by them; for then you have no reward from your Father in heaven.“So whenever you give alms, do not sound a trumpet before you, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets, so that they may be praised by others. Truly I tell you, they have received their reward. But when you give alms, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing, so that your alms may be done in secret; and your Father who sees in secret will reward you.  “And whenever you pray, do not be like the hypocrites; for they love to stand and pray in the synagogues and at the street corners, so that they may be seen by others. Truly I tell you, they have received their reward. But whenever you pray, go into your room and shut the door and pray to your Father who is in secret; and your Father who sees in secret will reward you.

On the way home last night, I heard some pieces of an interview with a political figure questioning another well-known political figure's religion.  The claim was that it was difficult to discern whether or not this person practiced "legitimate Christianity".  Really?  And what in the world, pray tell, is "legitimate Christianity"?  And how do you know?  I mean, especially since we're apparently suppose to be in our rooms with the door shut praying in secret!  But then, aren't we supposed to be out in the world showing the love of Christ?  Whew!  Well, regardless of the fact that it must have been a slow news day, sometimes it's just a whole lot of mixed messages, isn't it?

Today we begin this season of mixed messages.  First of all, Lent itself, literally "springtime", means that we begin clearing all of the winter debris that has grown and gathered in the flowerbeds and leaving room for new life.  This season is about both pruning and fertilizing, cutting and nurturing.  It's about cleaning out and freshening up.  Theologically, this season brings images of walking through darkness toward the light, of giving up and taking on, of death and new life.  We are told to let go and to take up, to lay down and to rise up.  We are told to breathe in and to breathe out.  And now, to pray in secret and go out and serve the world.  So, is your head spinning?  Maybe that's why this season is so difficult.  There's no baby; there's no star; there's not even, when you think about, anybody around to tell us not to be afraid.  No one comes to tell us what is going to happen.  There is no appropriately convenient Lenten anunciation.  We just have to start walking that pathway toward Jerusalem with both assurance and humility.  But this time, in many ways we walk alone.  This God who has walked with us every step of the way has seemed to have gone on at least a few steps ahead of us.  Where Advent kept pushing us back, telling us to wait, in many ways, this season of Lent is pulling us kicking and screaming into something we do not understand, something that, given the choice, we might choose not to do, choose to go back into our room and shut the door.  Mixed messages...

I've shared this story before, but it is one of my favorites:  A rabbi once told his disciples, “Everyone must have two pockets, with a note in each pocket, so that he or she can reach into the one or the other, depending on their needs.  When feeling high and mighty one should reach into the left pocket, and find the words: “Ani eifer v’afar; I am dust and ashes.  But when feeling lowly and depressed, discouraged or without hope, one should reach into the right pocket, and, there, find the words: “Bishvili nivra ha’olam…For my sake was the world created.”

Talk about mixed messages!  We are dust and ashes, resembling that cast-off debris.  And we are loved more than we can even fathom.  We are so very human, struggling with greed and hubris, with some inflated sense of our own worth that makes us think we are better than others or deserve more than others, makes us think that there is some sort of "legitimate Christianity" in which we are called to participate to prove our very worth.  And, yet, somewhere in the midst of our humanity, in the midst of all those things that we do not do or those things we do not do well, there is a piece of the Divine.  Bishvili nivra ha'olam.  Do you even know how much you are loved?  Do you even know how to imagine a God that has given you the world?

Perhaps the mixed messages are because we cannot let go, cannot see what God is offering, cannot fathom how much we are loved.  Today is the day when we proclaim we are dust, when we confess our sins and lay prostrate before the ruins of our lives.  Today is the day when we take burned palm branches and allow them to be smeared across our forehead in the faint shape of a cross.  Today is the day that we remember we are dust, remember that we are particles of waste that are left from what was.  Today is the day when we go in our room and shut the door.  But the only reason we do this is so that we will stop what we are doing, look at our lives, and know how very much we are loved.  Bishvili nivra ha'olam.  For your sake, the world was created. 

Faith is about mixed messages--letting go and taking on, human and Divine, death and life, sending and return.  Perhaps this Season of Lent is about realizing that there is a Holy and Sacred "And" connecting it all.   Lent is not about giving things up; it is about emptying your life that you may be filled.  Lent is not about going without; it is about making room for what God has to offer.  And today is not about clothing yourself in the morbidness of your humanity; it is about embracing who you are before God.

There was once a question posed to a group of children:  “If all the good people in the world were red, and all the bad people in the world were green, what color would you be?”  A little girl thought for a moment.  Then her face brightened, and she replied:  “I’d be streaky!”  We would all be streaky.  To be human is to be a mixture of the unmixable, to be streaky.  It is to live incomplete, yet yearn for completion; to be imperfect, yet long for perfection; to be broken, yet crave wholeness.  It is to live with mixed messages.  And as we begin what is essentially our own journey to the cross, we note that it is one that not only recognizes but embraces the fact that there are many conflicting and disjointed ideals that God, in God’s infinite mystery and wisdom, allows to exist together—arrogance and humility, good and bad, faith and doubt, human and divine, cross and resurrection, death and life—none can exist without its counterpart.  It is about living a life of breathing out and breathing in.  Neither can exist alone.

So…remember…you are dust and ashes…breathe out…..

For you the world was created…breathe in….

In this Season of Lent, I invite you to join me in my own Lenten practice of trying to post something to this blog each day.  I would also invite you to let me know that you are reading it and join in the conversation!  And if this is not enough for you, I'm also "re-posting" my blog from a few years ago based on the book, Bread and Wine.  The blog is located at http://breadandwine-lentenstudy.blogspot.com/ or you can get there through the Dancing to God blog.

And in this Season of Lent, this season of giving up so that we can take on, I invite you to find those things in your life that you need to put down, need to let go, and also those things that you need to cherish.  So on this first day of Lent, find something that is dusty.  (This may be easier for some of us than others!)  Pick it up, clean it off, and put it in a place of honor.  Let it be your reminder for this entire season that the world was created for you.  But that sometimes you have to get dusted off!

Grace and Peace on this Lenten Journey,

Shelli

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Ashed

Have mercy on me, O God, according to your steadfast love; according to your abundant mercies, blot out my transgressions.  Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity and cleanse me from my sin...Create in me a clean heart, O God and put a new and right spirit within me. (Psalm 51: 1-2, 10)

Ashes
I sit here this evening with some semblance of an ashen cross partially hidden under my bangs.  It's actually the second time I've been ashed today.  I washed the other one off so that I would appear clean and "unashed" for the second service of the day.  The truth is, this annual ashing, so to speak, is nothing less than odd.  We get all dressed up (well some of us) and we make our way to what is a sort of dark and sullen sanctuary to say out loud that we have once again not been the people that we really ought to be.  I supposed you could call it our annual cleansing, a spring cleaning, as we ask God to create in us a clean heart.

But ashes?  It is rather odd, when you think about it--remnants of a life gone, reminders of death and destruction, of finality.  And yet, ashes are also a symbol of a great leveler.  Destruction is like that.  A fire burns and knows no bounds.  In its path is both beauty and ugliness, both wealth and poverty, success and failure, right and wrong, righteousness and evil.  The fire burns, consuming whatever is there, and leaves nothing but ashes.  So, being ashed this night is a reminder not merely of what I have done wrong, not only of those places where I have wandered off the pathway, but rather that, when it is all said and done, we are really all the same.  We are dust, blown helplessly through the winds of the earth until, until God breathes into us the breath of life and we are born alive and renewed.  And the oddest thing of all is that God does that over and over and over again, never seeming to tire of sweeping through our lives and giving us a clean heart.
It is a good thing, this clean heart, because that is what it takes to make the trip to Jerusalem.

So, this night, I am ashed, but, if only for a moment, I am clean enough to begin the journey.  From these ashes, comes life.  Again and again and again.

Our journey to the Cross has begun.  Go in peace.  Go with a clean heart.

Grace and Peace,

Shelli

Counterpoint (A Sermon for Ash Wednesday)

This, Not That
We live in a world filled with choices. We live in a world where we are continuously bombarded by directives to buy this (not that), eat this (not that), drink this (not that), drive this (not that), wear this (not that), say this (not that), and do this (not that). To be honest it is completely overwhelming. There are so many competing voices vying for our loyalty that most of us easily lose perspective of what’s really important, what really matters in our lives. But perhaps it really is easier to know which way to go if someone tells us exactly what path should be taken, if someone points us ahead by saying “Go this way. Do not go this way.” Maybe that’s the point. Those who are vying for our attention have figured that out. By presenting counterpoints, contrasts or opposites, they are assuming that they are leaving us with no choice but to follow down the road that they want us to go.

It appears that Jesus is doing the same thing in the Gospel passage that we read. The words “do not” appear in the translation from which we read five different times: “Do not do something so that you are noticed when giving offerings,” “Do not let others know what you are doing when you give them,” “Do not pray so that others notice you,” “Do not call attention to yourself when you fast,” and (probably the most challenging for us twenty-first century hearers) “Do not store up or hoard your treasures or your wealth here on earth.” Jesus presents these directives as counterpoints. It’s like saying, “you know the way the world tells you to do things; do not do things that way. There is a better way.”

Intellectually, I think we as Christian hearers know that. We know that there are many things about our contemporary worldly lives that are not exactly in line with the Gospel of Jesus Christ. But change is hard. And, after all, we’re only human, right?

A Season for Change
But today we begin the journey of change. As we move from the season of Epiphany and the celebration of God’s light manifest in the world, we now begin the time when we are called to shift our own perspective and our own vision in relation to that light. This is the beginning of a time in which we are called to redirect our lives and realign them with what they are supposed to be, a time to look at what it is that fills our lives, at those things that we do, and at those things that we treasure. Because as we go along, it is so incredibly easy for us to become swept up into whatever it is that makes up our lives and somehow convince ourselves that that is what life is supposed to look like. We like having choices. Being directed toward “this and not that” is difficult. But, my friends, this is the season of change.

Lent, which, literally, means “springtime” is a time of nurturing and preparation. It is the great Christian festival of new life. It is a greening and bringing back to life of our souls. Going back to the fourth century, Lent was traditionally associated with penitence, fasting, almsgiving, and prayer. Lent, like springtime, is a time of growth and renewal and, yes, change. Our forty days of Lent are reminiscent of the forty trying days that Jesus spent in the dry and secluded wilderness as he readied himself for his ministry. In the same mode, the early church used Lent as a time to prepare believers for baptism, to prepare them to begin their walk with Christ. It is a time to allow God’s spirit to point out to you those habits, attitudes, and behaviors that may be blocking you from a deeper walk with God.

Joan Chittister says that “Lent is not an event. It is not something that happens to us. It is at most a microcosm of what turns out to be a lifelong journey to the center of the self. The purpose of Lent is to confront us with ourselves in a way that’s conscious and purposeful, that enables us to deal with the rest of life well.” Truth be known, Ash Wednesday invites us into what is for some of us some fearsome territory where we might find healing and renewal from those things that get in the way of the real “us” that we are called to be. It is not a day where we begin to deprive ourselves of things we need or even things we want; it is the point at which we begin to look at things differently. We are called to look at things through the heart of Christ rather than through the eyes of the world.

So on this day, as we begin this journey, we are called to repentance, to a turning around, to change. Think of it, though, as a threshold that begins a journey into new life, a window to a new way of seeing, and a doorway to a new way of being. It is the day when we finally tell ourselves “not that, but this.”—this way of life to which Jesus calls us, a way of recreation and renewal. And it is the day when we finally admit that we cannot do it alone.

A Parody of Life
To the rest of the world, I suppose this practice of putting ashes on our foreheads is extremely odd. Who are we kidding? If we back away from the ritual of this day, most of US would probably think this practice is extremely odd. Because, once again, in the big scheme of what the world has laid out as normal, being Christian, following Christ, is probably just odd.

In fact, even in the first century setting in which these words were heard, what Jesus says is almost a parody of life. Think about it. These good, righteous people were told their whole life to act righteous, to show themselves holy, to set themselves apart. They were told that part of penitence was letting others see that they were penitent. It was who they were; it was part of their identity. But Jesus is telling them, “No, that’s not it. Righteousness has nothing to do with what you look like to others. It has nothing to do with proving yourself good or righteous. It simply has to do with quietly and inconspicuously turning toward God so that you are no longer seen. It has to do with changing your life so that when people look at you, they do not see what you are doing for God in your life; rather, they see the very image of Christ in you.

This passage is indeed a parody of life. It presents a counterpoint to what we humans have figured out life should be. And at its deepest meaning, it is not merely calling us to a different way of acting or a new way of doing things. It is instead a call to in essence die to oneself that we might become one with God.

And From the Ashes…
Hence, the ashes. Ashes have traditionally been a sign of repentance and mourning. They inherently represent the passing of something—a tree that once grew tall, a house destroyed by fire, a once-vibrant city now a victim of volcanic eruption. Historically, the ashes used on Ash Wednesday were burned palms of last year’s Palm Sunday. They carried the reminder of all those grandiose hopes and triumphal offerings that without the proper perspective can in just a short time turn easily turn to betrayal, persecution, and even death. Ashes represent what is left when all that we know, all that we have built, all that we hold dear is gone. It is a reminder that nothing really matters unless it is part of our returning to God.

And so, traditionally, the sign of the cross was made with ashes on the forehead. The traditional wording, “remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return,” evokes the story of our creation in the second chapter of Genesis: “and the Lord God formed humanity from the dust of the ground, and breathed into humanity’s nostrils the breath of life, and humanity became a living being.” Instead of this wording, we usually say the words, “repent, and believe the Gospel.” The meaning is similar: “Turn, turn back toward God and toward what you were created to be and believe in the good news that is Christ, that takes you forward to new life.”

That is the point. From the ashes comes new life. It is a mark of our returning to God, as the reading from Joel depicts. It is our beginning again. At the end of the service, we will sing a hymn that is one of my favorites. It is not in our hymnal that we use every week. It is something new—a new reminder of the new life that we are offered each and every day. It speaks of this returning, of our realization that we have not been who God created us to be. We have not remembered our baptism; we have not loved our neighbors; we have lost perspective. But from the ashes comes life, renewal, recreation, a new heart now right and one with God. It is this, not that, the true counterpoint to what this world offers.

A Harmonious Counterpoint
There’s another definition for what a counterpoint is, though. In music, a counterpoint is the relationship between two or more voices that are independent from each other in contour and rhythm and yet are harmonically interdependent. The focus, then, is not on the differences between the two but, rather on the way they fit together, the way they are transformed into something new. As I realized this, I suddenly began to look at this Scripture differently. Perhaps Jesus was not telling his hearers to do this and not that; perhaps instead he was calling us to a different way, a new perspective in how we pray, how we fast, how we give offerings, and, most importantly how we live. After all, Jesus was not calling us to leave this world and all of its worldly entrapments, but to rather be instruments of transformation. Jesus was reminding us, like the ashes do, that we are human.

But Pierre Teilhard de Chardin contended that “we are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience.” The truth is, we need to be reminded every once in awhile that we are indeed human. But it is not merely a reminder that we are only human and in need of God’s love and forgiveness; it is also a glorious reminder that, as humans, we are indeed made in the image of God. We are indeed created as spiritual beings whose home is with God.

I’ve used this before on Ash Wednesday, but it’s such a great reminder, I couldn’t resist. A rabbi once told his disciples, “Everyone must have two pockets, with a note in each pocket, so that he or she can reach into the one or the other, depending on their needs. When feeling high and mighty one should reach into the left pocket, and find the words: “Ani eifer v’afar; I am dust and ashes. But when feeling lowly and depressed, discouraged or without hope, one should reach into the right pocket, and, there, find the words: “Bishvili nivra ha’olam…For my sake was the world created.”

It is the perfect counterpoint, a harmonious symphony. We are dust and ashes, dark remnants of something that once was. But even within those ashes are the imprints of new life. That seems to be God’s pattern. From endings and death, comes beginnings and new life. But as Leo Tolstoy once remarked, “there are many reasons for the failure to comprehend Christ’s teachings…but the chief cause which has engendered all these misconceptions is this: that Christ’s teaching is considered to be such that it cannot be accepted, or even not accepted, without changing one’s life.” New life, new beginnings, are not replays. They are brand new symphonies.

As you leave today with the mark of both death and life on your forehead, remember that there is always something more. The Kingdom of God has already come and yet there is much for us to do before it becomes what it was fully created to be. Many ask the question, “How long do I need to keep these ashes on my forehead?” “When can I wash it off?” In fact, it has been pointed out to me that it is odd to read warnings about practicing our piety for all to see and then marking ourselves in this way for all to see. You know, I’m clear that it doesn’t matter at all. It has nothing to do with anyone else. It’s not for show. It is just a reminder to you only of who you are and to whom you should return. It is a reminder to “repent and believe the gospel”. It is a reminder that there is always more to life than we thought but at the same time, we have to let go of what we thought. Let these ashes be an ending and a beginning, darkness and light, benediction and invitation, a counterpoint to what was and a harmonious overture to what comes next. So, wash your face when your heart is ready. Just don’t forget what it is like to be dust into which God has breathed life.

Let us now begin our journey to the Cross and follow the One who leads us down a different way.

Grace and Peace,

Shelli

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Ash Wednesday

Lent, which, literally, means “springtime” is a time of nurturing and preparation. And, like springtime, it is also a time of growth and renewal, a re-greening and bringing back to life of our winter-worn souls. Our forty days of Lent are reminiscent of the forty trying days that Jesus spent in the dry and secluded wilderness as he readied himself for his ministry. In the same way, this is a preparation time for us as we begin that walk toward the cross and into a deeper walk with God.

Joan Chittister says that “Lent is not an event. It is not something that happens to us. It is at most a microcosm of what turns out to be a lifelong journey to the center of the self. The purpose of Lent is to confront us with ourselves in a way that’s conscious and purposeful, that enables us to deal with the rest of life well.” She calls it a “growing season”, rather than a “penitential season”. We are not called to wallow in guilt during this time; we are not necessarily called to deprive ourselves of things we need; we are called to begin to look at things differently.

So on this Ash Wednesday, as we begin this journey, we are called to repentance, to a turning around, to change. People often look upon this day with fear and trembling. It is not meant to be that way. But it is a day that forces us to look at ourselves and our own lives and, perhaps for some of us, that can be a little uncomfortable. Think of it, though, as a threshold that begins a journey into new life, a window to a new way of seeing, and a doorway to a new way of being. It is a time for clearing, a time for preparing the ground for planting; it is a time for breathing out, letting out all the things that stand in the way of your relationship with God, thereby making way to breathe in what God offers. It is the day when we say “here I am, God, just as I am. But I am ready. I am ready to change! I am ready to be renewed and made whole.” And it is the day when we finally admit that we cannot do it alone and that somewhere in the fallow of our lives, God comes in and we are made whole.

So Ash Wednesday is not just a day of morose belittling of ourselves. A rabbi once told his disciples, “Everyone must have two pockets, with a note in each pocket, so that he or she can reach into the one or the other, depending on their needs. When feeling high and mighty one should reach into the left pocket, and find the words: “Ani eifer v’afar; I am dust and ashes. But when feeling lowly and depressed, discouraged or without hope, one should reach into the right pocket, and, there, find the words: “Bishvili nivra ha’olam…For my sake the world was created.”
Lent is not about giving things up; it is about emptying your life that you may be filled. Lent is not about going without; it is about making room for what God has to offer. And this beginning of Lent is not about clothing yourself in the morbidness of your humanity; it is about embracing who you are before God.

So go toward the Cross and embrace the you that God is breathing in!

Grace and Peace,

Shelli