Sermons from the Episcopal Church of the Redeemer

End of August - The Rev. Joanna Leiserson

Now that this is my last Sunday with you, it's time for me to tell you my real name, because in so many ways, our name defines us, roots us in this world, gives us our identity. My real name isn't the name that my parents put on my birth certificate and that I was called at my baptism. It's the name my grandmother gave me when I was born. My father's mother, Ah Yun, was the name-giver for the Chin family.
An ancient Chinese saying goes, "The family is essential under Heaven." The family is the foundation, the center of Chinese culture, with the male child responsible for continuing the family lineage and, importantly, passing on the family name. So girls are traditionally not valued.
But the birth of the first child, male or female, is always an occasion for celebration and joy. So when my parents' first child was born, a girl, Ah Yun named her Mei Li, meaning "Beautiful Daughter." Girls are often named lovely names like that--Coral Flower, Beautiful Girl, Lustrous Pearl, and so on. I think it makes the girl more appealing when the time for marriage comes along.

Carriers of Love - The Rev. Joyce Keeshin

We live in a time when the proclaiming of Christ's word may
sometimes be used to divide us, not unite us.
To judge us, separate us from one another. The distortion of Christ's message of love
may be used to sound exclusive instead of the inclusive example Jesus actually
taught and lived. Sometimes it feels
heartbreaking that truth and faith and love can become so distorted and
weaponized for very human agendas.

In our very human lives, we may witness many divisions from
politics to economics, to ecology, to healthcare, to diet, to education, to
government, to justice. The list could
go on and on. We see these divisions in
headlines, in conflicts involving power, violence, manipulation, and
distortion. We see these in our
communities, in country, and around the world.

And we often experience divisions in close relationships,
within families, friendships, with colleagues, neighbors, others in our
communities. We can be very clear about
our experiences, our judgments, to respond to others. And we respond to others with judgment,
accordingly, without effort, to find a place of listening, of reconciliation,
of unity.

Superlatives - The Rev. Melanie W. J. Slane

When I was graduating high school, our yearbook staff held an election for hope in the form of our senior superlatives. You all may remember these from that time in your life. Each day at the lunch period, for a week, students could go to the special table in the lunchroom and cast their vote for their peers, that they felt were well deserving of a title that would mark the reality of the present, but also to help propel that person forward into the world with a community affirmed identity. There was most likely to succeed. Life of the party, most kind, class clown, best smile, and most likely to run for president. We waited with anticipation for the votes to be counted, the answers would be printed in our senior yearbook, enshrined for all to see, a symbol of our hope for what was to come. I remember huddling in the hallway with my friends as I ran my finger down the list, reading at a rapid pace. There was my name, Melanie Jonakopoulos: biggest tree hugger.

In Weakness, God is There - Tym House

I do believe Paul's point is easily made at the end of our
reading. And that is that God's power is
made stronger in our human weakness.
Therefore, boasting and weakness allows for Christ's power
and grace to be made more evident. Or, in our English translation of this, it's
perfected. But why? Why is the divine's
power perfected in weakness? Maybe
because when human weakness is exposed, we get to see our gracious and
compassionate God do things our humanity cannot do well on its own.
Maybe because in weakness, one must rely on something else
beyond themselves to overcome. Maybe
because in weakness, God likes to use those spaces to do things that exceed our
expectations. Or maybe because in our
boasting about our strength, we lose sight for our need of God and we think we can do things on our own.

Are We There Yet? - The Rev. Joanna Leiserson

I think we are all familiar with "Are we there yet?" In fact, I can't help thinking that the question, so familiar to family travelers, is an inborn genetic trait that is triggered one hour after the car leaves the driveway. Sometimes children even make a repetitive chant out of it, thus increasing its output a hundredfold before the parents put a stop to the noise. When I was young, my mom and dad piled me and my brother and sister into the car, and we headed out on our first trip to Disneyland in Anaheim, 400 miles from home, or eighty hundred miles if you're a kid.
After about 20 minutes traveling and every five minutes thereafter, we children asked the question that seems to be imbedded in all children's DNA, to be turned on when they go on trips: Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Finally, my father said, "When you see Sleeping Beauty Castle, you'll know." Finally, it happened. An eternal seven hours later, Sleeping Beauty Castle loomed up next to the freeway, and we knew. There was the Magic Kingdom. The final destination on our journey isn't the Magic Kingdom; it's the heavenly Kingdom of God. And our landing spot isn't Sleeping Beauty Castle. Instead, our new home will be what Paul calls "God's building" and what Jesus calls "my Father's house" with many rooms, where Jesus promised there is a place prepared for each of us.

The Apostles Love Song - The Rev. Joanna Leiserson

I don't remember when I started seeing the oval decals on cars that say just 26.2, but for a long time, it puzzled me. I assumed it referred to a Bible verse, so I looked up all the "26.2's" in the Bible to see what message was being proclaimed. There was Exodus: "The length of each curtain shall be 28 cubits, and the width of each curtain 4 cubits; all the curtains shall be of the same size." 1 Chronicles: "Meshelemiah had sons: Zechariah the firstborn, Jediael the second, Zebadiah the third, Jathniel the fourth..." And then I came to the one I thought was the right one, from Proverbs 26:2: "Like a sparrow in its flitting, like a swallow in its flying, an undeserved curse goes nowhere." On the back of your car, that's the message for the guy who swears at you when you cut in front of him in traffic. I finally found out that it's the number of miles in a marathon and that the sticker is bragging rights you earn when you've run a marathon.
But don't blame me for thinking 26.2 is a Bible verse. I was raised with the number 3:16--John 3:16, that is, which I had to memorize at the church I attended in my youth, along with the books of the Bible and the 23rd Psalm

On The Fringes - The Rev. Melanie W. J. Slane

Are we, perhaps, a little bit afraid of Pentecost? And what the spirit? A couple of weeks ago,
our neighbors invited us to attend worship with them at their church. Word of
deliverance. I'd been there a couple of
times before, but this was my first outing there with my children. The band was poppin, the speakers were
blaring. The choir was on fire. Little
Arlo instinctively covered his ears when entering the space.

It was loud.
Seriously, three organs, I'm not sure, could hit this decibel. We swayed our hips and waved our hands in the
air, and we sang as the soloist led us in a gospel tune called You Are
Worthy. When the preacher got up to preach,
he both sang and spoke rhythmically from one to the other, like it was just the
most natural thing he had ever done.

I looked over at my boys to gauge their reception of a
preaching style quite different from my own.
This man was incredibly passionate.
And just watching him made me wish I were a bolder preacher. And then, he started speaking in
tongues. I looked at my children,
wondering how they might react. Now,
because of my work in the interfaith community here in Cincinnati, my kids have
been to synagogues and mosques and Buddhist temples and Sikh Gurdwaras, but
never before have they heard someone speak in tongues.

I bent down to Arlo and whispered, Are you okay? Yeah, he replied nonchalantly. I don't know why, but then I asked, Do you
understand what he's saying? Yep! He affirmed with great clarity, not a hint of
hesitation in his voice. Something I
myself could not understand seemed so natural to this little child.

Sent Unto the World - The Rev. Dr. Herschel Wade

Think of someone who is suffering from addiction, from depression, from loneliness, self-rejection, rejection by the world. Distress due to finances. Meaningless of life. Think of them as being tossed into the ocean. Do we not hold on to Jesus, believe in our God and Christ so that we can be a lifeboat to others.
By us sitting here, standing here, and being here, a community that believes in the power and love of God and Christ, I believe we're in a position to help others and be helped by others even those struggling in the ocean trying to stay afloat. Because let's face it, there are times when we fall out of the lifeboat and need help getting back in.
Amen? Being a set, being set apart from this world does not mean that we are better than anyone else. But what it means to me is that we have been given a gift to receive and live by and give that gift to someone else in need. So, as Jesus says, as you sent me into the world, so I send them into the world.

The Bigger Picture - The Rev. Joyce Keeshin

I don't know about you all, but I feel like I've had more than the usual number of encounters with geese this spring. Maybe you've had that experience too. Frequently as they're crossing a road... And if I don't see them immediately when I'm behind other cars, I will find that I'm experiencing considerable frustration.'Why are these people not moving?' I tend to cut my timing short and, 'why is this car stopped?' And then feeling very sheepish to realize that this car has stopped to allow some geese to waddle past. And frustration turns to appreciation at the other driver's respect for these geese and for tending to God's creation, including the waddling ones. It is the same phenomenon though, that anytime we are so tunnel-focused, we miss the larger picture. It's very easy to miss the larger picture and when something calls us to that larger picture, it is really a gift to change our perception and our engagement with the world.

The Vine and the Backyard - The Rev. Joanna Leiserson

A few years ago, when traveling anywhere was out of the question because of you-know-what, many homeowners thought of turning their own yards into destinations worthy of traveling to--and the staycation was born.
My backyard was a blank slate full of weeds. I wanted a place outside that was worth traveling to, a yard that reminded me of places I'd been to and loved--Clear Lake, the working-class resort of my early childhood with its woods and hammock; Olympic National Forest; Glacier National Park; the Japanese Garden in San Francisco and Spokane; and finally, Children's Fairyland in Oakland and anything Alice in Wonderland.
I'm too scrawny to dig a hole deeper than three inches, so I hired a landscaper to plant the trees I bought. In my usual getting-carried-away habit, I eventually ended up, in a medium sized backyard, with 2 redbud trees, 3 magnolias, 7 dogwoods, and 13 Japanese maples, all different.
After they were planted, I told the trees, "You're on your own." I didn't want to have to actually work in my yard. I'm all for no-maintenance gardening here. The trees had to take care of themselves. It was a transactional relationship between me and my trees. I give them dirt; they give me beauty, shade, and supplemental oxygen. I wasn't going to fuss over them, water them, hug them--or prune them. I'm not a gardener. I'm a stay-at-home tourist.