THE SUNDAY AFTER ALL SAINTS DAY

November 5, 2006

Ecclesiasticus 44:1-10, 13-14

Revelation 7:2-4, 9-17

Matthew 5: 1-12

(Year B)

 

In the Monty Python satire “The Life of Brian”, in a parody on the Sermon on the Mount, when Brian says, “Blessed are the peacemakers”, a man not paying much attention and unable to hear because of all the squabbling going on around him, turns to the guy next to him and says, “Whad’ee say?” Obviously irritated, the man, replies, “He said blessed are the cheese makers’!” Thus proving that what we hear can make all the difference in the world.

 

Today, in a world where everyone seems to hear a different voice we gather to celebrate the Feast of All Saints. When we hear the word saint we usually think of a rigid kind of person; a person of immeasurable perfection. But the truth is when it comes to the saints there are no undented halos. Some have even said that a saint is a dead sinner who just never got caught, or a person of keen religious insight BECAUSE of his experience as a sinner.

 

When I went on a clergy pilgrimage to Italy in 2000, one of the highlights of the trip was our visit to the Catacombs of St. Callisto, just outside of Rome. As we descended into the recesses of where so many holy ones had been laid to rest there was a palpable presence. Was it their presence or was it God’s presence I wondered. Or was there really a difference by this time? Many, though not all, of the people buried in the catacombs were people who lived ordinary lives until by virtue of threat, danger or persecution, they were called into extraordinary lives. We have, through the years, called them saints, but they were real people whose lives somehow got caught up in God’s proposes.

 

On this Sunday after All Saints’ Day we are always presented with the Beatitudes. We know Jesus said“Blessed are the peacemakers”, not the “cheese makers”, but are we really hearing what he is saying? The danger is that we will hear the Beatitudes as nice little platitudes you can needle point and hang from the living room wall, as opposed to the jarring truth they bring to us about the Kingdom of God. They turn things upside down. They draw a dividing line between grace and legalism and they leave no doubt about which side Jesus is on. They announce a surprising, unfair, undeserved generosity in God. They lavish grace and blessing; not upon the pure or the righteous, those who keep the Law, but upon all who realize they have an emptiness as big as the Grand Canyon when it comes to their need of God and God’s mercy.

 

That’s why they begin with “Blessed are the poor in spirit”. They remind us that God is always at work tearing down those things that have made us feel self-sufficient, drawing us toward the experience of nothingness of which the saints write. We would prefer that Jesus had given a sermon on the power of positive thinking or dreaming the impossible; as some preachers hold up as the gospel these days. Instead he draws us into an unfamiliar world; a world of struggle where questions often torment us, leaving us to ask, is it God who leads us into these desert places? Is it God who forces us to look at all that is false in our lives and make a choice? The saints say yes. They tell us that is why they wrote so many pages describing the dark night of the soul; so that we would not be taken by surprise.

 

No doubt the saints of every generation have known the pain of searching for God and finding only darkness and silence. The saints of past days who knew persecution must have known it well. The Book of Revelation was written when the Christians of Asia Minor were being persecuted by Roman officials for their refusal to worship the emperors. Some gentile Christians confronting persecution and possible death became martyrs. Others weakened and left the faith. In the crisis the writer of the Book of Revelation declared there are only ever two alternatives; the worship of God or the worship of Caesar. The word tribulation means “grinding”. It is derived from the Latin word “tribulum”, which was a threshing sledge for beating the stems and husks of grain. The author of Revelation speaks of all God’s own who had come through the great tribulation. They all had one thing in common. They were threats to the powers that be. They include Stephen stoned to death, Peter and Andrew crucified. They include Dietrich Bonhoeffer as he stepped up to the Nazi gallows. They include Oscar Romero, as the Eucharistic wine mixed with his own blood as he was shot while celebrating Mass.

 

They are the ones who have, like Jesus, given their lives for love of those whom Jesus called the little ones; the innocents whose names, as Ecclesiasticus says, are not remembered. I think of a little Palestinian boy so frightened by fighting all around him, crying in his father’s arms as they crouched down against a concrete wall in that land we call Holy. The moment when bullets silenced his tears and his fears, shown on the National news a few years ago, is seared into my being. The world has always known great tribulations, like those sifted through the teeth of the Nazi Régime and others like them. But we all know tribulations that are more private and sometimes even more wounding, because we feel we cannot share them with anyone.

 

The discomfort of our journey comes in those moments when it seems our only companion is the voice Jesus struggled with in the wilderness; the voice that said “You’ve saved others…now who’s going to save you?” But is it possible we should be thankful for the tempter’s voice, the pain of difficult situations, the questions that keep us awake at night? It is possible if we consider that it is through those voices that God labors to birth something new and holy inside of us; if we but allow that to happen. This transformation is not just for us, but for those around us as well, so that they might know that in their own struggles God is there, laboring to bring light out of darkness, life out of death.

 

The majority of saints lead lives just as ordinary and as frustrating as any of us. They do not have days set aside on the liturgical calendar. They have not experienced searing visions or led history-altering crusades. They have not moved any mountains. They are simply ordinary people toiling in the dailiness of life who are open to God’s hand moving them, pushing them, comforting them, in the struggles we know all too well. In short a saint is someone God uses to show others the light of God’s presence close by.

 

Sadly we do not always recognize them when they are near to us. Joan of Arc was burned at the stake at the behest of church officials. The writings of Thomas Aquinas came under suspicion during his lifetime. Ignatius Loyola was jailed during the Spanish Inquisition over complaints about his ideas on prayer. The list is endless.

 

Yesterday, something beautiful happened in this church of ours so worn down by strife and division. It invested a new Presiding Bishop. On the eve of her investiture, Bishop Katharine, an oceanographer, told how when whales come to the breeding ground singing one song, they go away singing a new and different song because they’ve listened and heard what each other sang.

 

At the end of the very lengthy service leaflet for the Investiture of the new Presiding Bishop the words of the retired Roman Catholic Archbishop of Olinda and Recife were written. He says:

 

“The bishop belongs to all. Let no one be scandalized if I frequent those who are considered unworthy or sinful. Who is not a sinner? Letn o one be alarmed if I am seen with compromised and dangerous people, on the left or the right. Let no one bind me to a group. My door, my heart, must be open to everyone, absolutely everyone.”

 

Earlier I said the one thing the saints had in common was that they threatened the powers that be. That is true, but they had something more important in common than even that. They heard the words of Jesus and trusted in them; his words about God’s extravagant love and radical mercy. That’s why ultimately, like cream rising to the top, the saints always become quite obvious.

 

Henri Nouwen once said, “We will be judged on opportunities we were given to love and passed up.”

 

In that same vane Philippe Vernier wrote: 

 

“Do not wait for great strength before setting out, for immobility will weaken you further. Do not wait to see clearly before starting: one has to walk toward the light. When you take that first step, accomplish that tiny little act, the necessity of which may only be apparent to you, you will be astonished to feel that the effort, rather than exhausting your strength, has doubled it and that you already see more clearly what you have to do next.”

 

If the saints declare anything at all they declare that they trusted the Lord enough to hear him and take him at his word. They trusted him enough to know that beneath his words of peace and mercy, love and compassion, beat the heart of the living God – the God who calls us to be saints.

 

 

                                                                                                                                      AMEN

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Rev. Virginia L. Bennett, D.Min.

St. Andrew’s Episcopal Church

Edwardsville, Illinois