
Today is Easter Monday, 2012.
It is the day after the most important celebration on the Christian calendar – EASTER!
The following text is a posting of much of yesterday’s sermon at Newtonbrook United Church in Willowdale, Ontario. In a few days, the audio version of the sermon will be available on the congregation’s website at: http://www.newtonbrookunitedchurch.ca/nuc-worship/sermon/
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“So they went out and fled the tomb, for terror and amazement had seized them, and they said nothing to anyone, for they were afraid.”[1]
This is the original ending to the Gospel According to Mark.
“Terror and amazement had seized them” – is that how you feel on Easter morning?
The three women ran from the tomb as they had been “seized by terror and amazement”. Wouldn’t you?
What would happen if we all were to run from church on Easter Sunday morning, “seized by terror and amazement”?
Why did these women flee with those feelings in their hearts? Maybe it was because they realized that God is doing a new thing AND has kept God’s promise to re-make this world into the Kin-dom of God.
Jesus taught that the power of love is greater than any other power on earth. I recently read a statement that in the eastern traditions there is a phrase that “soft is stronger than hard”. As an example, just look at how water erodes concrete. In the same way, LOVE can overcome the hardest of hearts.
Carol Cayenne, a friend of mine, died in 1998. In an obituary story about this black, activist woman, who had lived in what we now call TCHC, the Toronto Star quoted Carol:
“We may not be able to get the guns, the knives, and the drugs, which come so easily to our children, off the streets. We may not be able to stop the glorification of violence on television but, as ordinary men, women and children, we have the power to care. And it is the power to care, once released, that can work miracles[2].”
“Our only hope today lies in our ability to recapture the revolutionary spirit and go out into a sometimes hostile world declaring eternal hostility to poverty, racism, and militarism.” Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., in his “A Time to Break Silence” speech at Riverside Church on April 4, 1967; one year later, on this date in 1968, he was assassinated. (Source: American Rhetoric)
Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James, and Salome had discovered that Jesus had spoken the truth about God’s promise to do a new thing.
EASTER means that God is doing a new thing.
Resurrection is a new thing! To encounter it for the first time is
to be seized by terror and amazement”.
Theologian Jurgen Moltman:
“Christianity is eschatology, is hope, forward looking and forward moving.”
To Moltman the resurrection of Jesus shows the world, “the beginning of a fundamental change in the conditions of possible experience.”[3]
Harold Wells:
“faith” in the risen Jesus means making the resurrection the central plank of one’s worldview, and involves the commitment of one’s whole life.[4]”
No wonder the church has been running on empty for 2000 years! We have evidence that God is creating a new heaven and a new earth, and we are a part of that new creation.
We are people who know, deep in our hearts, that God is doing a new thing! We know that the power of love can change the world. We are people who are willing to go into the world to do a new thing as followers of Jesus!
In a world of abundance, where the powers of Empire preach scarcity and deficit reduction, we are people who tell others that God shows us that it is the size of the heart that matters.
In a world that propagandizes that you can never have enough, Jesus shows us that all can be fed with five loaves and two fish.[5]
In a world guided by the false value of selfish individualism, Christian communities have been demonstrating for 2000 years that sharing is more powerful than hoarding.
In a world that celebrates the rich and powerful, no matter what their abilities may be, God shows us that it is “the least of these”, like Mary Magdalene, who explore the empty tomb, and bring the message of resurrection and NEW LIFE to future generations.
We are people of hope for a better world, who remember that real hope is guided by the words of the prophet Isaiah:
“No one who hopes in me ever regrets it.[6]”
There is an eco-theologian by the name of Wendell Berry. He has published a poem that is called:
“Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front”
In this poem, the farmer warns against the love of the quick profit and a life that makes a person afraid to know your neighbours, and afraid to die. Instead, the mad farmer calls the reader to do something every day that doesn’t compute. It may be something that causes people to run away in terror and amazement. What is that radical act:
Love God; love God’s world, and finally “practice resurrection”
As Jesus said;
‘Enter, you who are blessed by my Father! Take what’s coming to you in this kingdom. It’s been ready for you since the world’s foundation. And here’s why:
I was hungry and you fed me,
I was thirsty and you gave me a drink,
I was homeless and you gave me a room,
I was shivering and you gave me clothes,
I was sick and you stopped to visit,
I was in prison and you came to me.[7]‘
May we go into God’s world to “practice resurrection”,
may we go to meet the Risen Christ,
and may we go with the assurance of God’s everlasting and gentle love.
Hymn # 183 – We Meet You O Christ
[2] The Toronto Star, Thursday, April 16, 1998, page B5
[3] [3] Harold Wells, The Resurrection of Jesus According to “Progressive Christianity”, Touchstone, January 2012, page 43
[4] Harold Wells, The Resurrection of Jesus According to “Progressive Christianity”, Touchstone, January 2012, page 41
[7] Matthew 25: 34 – 36 (The Message)
Alice Heap presente!
This is a column written by Ted Schmidt.
It begins, as Ted usually does, with poetry. In this case it is a portion of a a poem by Bertolt Brecht.
Ted then writes a story about a funeral / celebration of life for one of the saints here in Toronto, Canada: Alice Heap.
There are those who struggle for a day and they are good.
There are those who struggle for a year and they are better.
There are those who struggle many years , and they are better still.
But there are those who struggle all their lives:
These are the indispensible ones.
It was a funeral for the ages, a warm two hour bath of memory and hope. It was also a snapshot of a world gone by.
Alice Heap—’wife, mother, grandmother, great-grandmother,Christian, pacifist,socialist, feminist, community activist and organizer extraordinaire” was feted and sent on her way to glory in a Mass of Resurrection at the boiler room of incarnated Christianity, Holy Trinity Anglican Church.
You knew you were in the right palce when you saw John Sewell, Olivia Chow and so many veterans of peace and Justice struggles in our city.
Nestled in the bosom of the Temple of Consumerism, the Eaton Centre, Holy Trinity has been the pulse of relevant Christianity for as long as I can remember and Alice Heap was one of the great dynamos who worshipped within her sacred precincts.She did it all with maximum effectiveness and little fanfare.
Wife and confidant to her “inseparable partner in faith and social justice causes”, former NDP member of Spadina Don Heap, Alice was 86
Born in 1925 in Saint-Paul-d’Abbotsford, Quebec, southeast of Montreal, the daughter of a United Church minister Alice Boomhour converted to Anglicanism during the Second World War.It was at McGill that she met her future husband Dan, then studying theology and on his way to become an Anglican priest. Dan was ordained in 1950 the year he and Alice married. Both were members of the dynamic Student Christian Movement (SCM) which did so much to renovate the bourgeois Christianity which reigned in Canada in the post-war years. The SCM with its active insertion into society prefigured the similar thrust of Catholicism’s Vatican ll by decades.
Moving to Toronto, Dan worked in a paper factory for eighteen years as a worker-priest. Alice stood tall alongside him—while raising the first of their seven children,
The Heap household with Alice the nourishing hub ultimately included seven children who were used to welcoming into their home war resisters, SCM workcamps,farm workers and social justice activists of all stripes.Their penultimate home, a rambling house in the Kensington Market area of Toronto was notorious as an NDP hot house and a crash pad for justice seekers. The door at 29 Wales was never locked.
The funeral with numerous tributes made everyone aware of the extraordinary life this no-nonsense humble woman had led. It was breathaking to realize how a woman with seven children could be simultaneously engaged in so many areas of kingdom work– from housing, to anti-war work, refugees etc, all the while offering radical hospitality and speaking truth to power. Even at a young age in her early SCM days as old friend Bruce Mutch stated, she was not shy “in calling to account.”Simply listening to the five “eulogists I realized the appropriateness of the following justice “hymn”:
Through all the tumult and the strife, i hear the music ringing, It sounds an echo in my soul, how can I keep from singing?
This was no morose funeral.It was a bold statement of Christian conviction, a defiant challenge to all of us, to pick up the cross and carry on. And irony of ironies, we would all be back in tis place six days later to celebrate the Ecumenical Stations of the Cross.
The gospel reading was obvious: Matthew 25:34-40 25—whatsoever you do unto the least…..Of course it was preceded by verses from the Internationale (Billy Bragg translation).It all cohered.
Stand up, all victims of oppression
For the tyrants fear your might
Don’t cling so hard to your possessions
For you have nothing, if you have no rights
Let racist ignorance be ended
For respect makes the empires fall
Freedom is merely privilege extended
Unless enjoyed by one and all
And what would a funeral of such a strong woman be without a few choruses of Bread and Roses?
A beautiful sacramental touch in this historic Henry Bower Lane Toronto landmark was the bread and wine shared and also the ashes we were all invited to add to Alice’s interment.
Alice was always future bound as Jurgen Moltmann reminds us, “Christianity is eschatology, is hope, forward looking and forward moving”. Forty years earlier she was active in the co-op movement at the top of our street with my wife Joan and forty years later she and Dan were embracing my own daughter Susannah as president of the Student Christian Movement for Canada.
This celebration should have been taped and sent by video to every Catholic parish to show just what we are losing as the Church retreats into its own smug, inward-looking circle, virtually disengaged from our common struggles. The “Church of the little flock” looks paltry, timorous, boring and ineffectual substituting charity for the clarion call to live out the Kingdom as a true leaven in society.
Alice Heap lived out of the messianic vision of Jesus.She was a profound gift to the Church and our city. She was also a challenge to our own middle class Christianity hobbled as it is by the sweet seduction and cheap toys which often subvert our best intentions.To many of us—and we can only see this in the glow of such life in retrospect—Alice brought to life the Little Poor Man of Assisi’s advice: Pray often—use words if you have to.
Her life was the the Gospel, the Word for today, an incarnated Message and as Michael Creal said in one of the eulogies. “If Anglicans had the machinery for canonization, Alice would have qualified.” And as he also noted, she would have dismissed the notion out of hand.
Did you ever leave a funeral dancing down the street? I did on March 31,2012