All Saints’ Sunday 2023

A Sermon from the Church of  

Bethesda-by-the-Sea in Palm Beach, Florida

Preached by the Rev. Timothy E. Schenck on November 5, 2023 (All Saints’ Sunday)

We have a stained glass window problem in the church. Oh, they’re fine, physically. This isn’t some sort of fundraising appeal for window restoration. And they’re certainly beautiful. There’s an ethereal quality to the light that glimmers and dances into this sacred space through the ancient art of stained glass. And here at Bethesda, we have some particularly gorgeous windows that only enhance the sense of holiness that pervades this place. Our windows tell wonderful sacred stories, many of which revolve around the theme of water, as is fitting of a place called Bethesda-by-the-Sea. Besides the Te Deum window which evokes the deep blues of the ocean, we have images of Jonah and the Whale, of Jesus walking on water, of the disciples casting their nets into the Sea of Galilee. 

The stained glass problem I’m referring to has to do with how we envision the great saints of the church. Again, they’re depicted in magnificent ways here. On the south wall of the nave, we have the twelve apostles — well, not Judas. Nobody wants a window of Judas. But these windows remind us that we are surrounded and uplifted and encouraged by the great saints who have come before us in the faith.

But the problem with putting saints in stained glass is that we sometimes forget that they were real people. Flawed individuals like you and me who simply followed Jesus amid difficult or unusual or heroic circumstances. They had blood flowing through their veins, a fact we can lose sight of when we only see them in stained glass or statuary or oil paintings; when we literally put them on a pedestal and are told to look, but don’t touch. Despite their halos, the saints of the church weren’t perfect — they were all forgiven sinners, just like you and me. But I find that recognizing the humanity of the saints makes them even more approachable, even more authentic, and even more inspiring.

And so I invite you to shatter the stained glass that immortalizes, yes, but also immobilizes the saints who have come before us in the faith. Not literally, please. Because then this will turn into a fundraising appeal. But in a way that allows you to be broken open and inspired anew by their lives of discipleship, by the ways that they followed Jesus in their own day.

One of the ways we can walk the path of these holy women and men is to look at the saintly qualities listed in the Beatitudes. Because when it comes to saintly living, to following the example of the saints, we do well to look at those characteristics that Jesus called blessed: Who does he called “blessed?” The powerful, the self-assured, the vengeful, the privileged? No!

Jesus says, blessed are the meek and the peacemakers and the pure in heart and those who hunger and thirst for righteousness. Those are the saintly qualities Jesus highlights. Those are the qualities that Jesus encourages us to possess. Not all the time, not in every moment — not even the saints we celebrate could live up to that. But to the very best of our abilities. As the old hymn, ‘I sing a song of the saints of God’ puts it, “And I mean to be one too.” That’s what we should all be striving for in our earthly pilgrimage, to embody these words from the Sermon on the Mount. Of course the song also says, “And one was a soldier and one was a priest and one was slain by a fierce wild beast.” You know that line. And whenever I hear it I think to myself, well, I was a soldier and I am a priest, but I’d sure like to avoid option number three.

But as followers of Jesus Christ, the qualities embodied in the words of the Beatitudes is the life into which we have been baptized. It is the life into which those being baptized this very day, are invited into. And, frankly, these values, these qualities are quite counter-cultural. To follow Jesus is to allow that might doesn’t make right, that winning isn’t everything, that it’s not all about you. And, frankly, those are the values to which our society so often subscribes. Vanity is rewarded, success is applauded, and power and prestige are celebrated. And yet…Jesus says blessed are the meek and the peacemakers and the pure in heart and those who hunger and thirst for righteousness. These are the values of God’s kingdom; this is the way of Jesus, this is the way of love.

And so the question held out for all of us as we walk past the statues of Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John on our way inside this beautiful building, or as we pass by the saints depicted all around us in stained glass, is how are we embodying the saintly qualities that mark us as Christ’s own forever? How are we being peacemakers? In what ways are we hungering and thirsting for righteousness? How are we acting with pure intentions in our hearts? I know I could do a better job at this, and I doubt I’m alone.

Because it’s not enough to listen to the familiar words of the Beatitudes and think that they only really apply to the great saints of the church. That because we don’t have halos, Jesus isn’t actually speaking to us. But here’s the thing, Jesus is speaking these words to you! He wants you to strive always for the kingdom of God, he wants you to be a peacemaker, he wants you to hunger and thirst for righteousness. And he wants you to know that by always striving to embody these saintly qualities, even when you fall short, that you too are blessed.

On All Saints’ Sunday, as we celebrate the real life people who the church recognizes as saints, as we create new saints through the sacrament of baptism, and as we remember those saints that we have known and loved and lost in our own lives, we do well to reflect upon the fact that what makes a saint isn’t perfection, but faithfulness. That’s the path set out for us, that’s the way, that’s the life of faith. And when we take those steps, however haltingly, we can all honestly and authentically say, “And I mean to be one too.”

All Saints’ Sunday 2021

A Sermon from the Episcopal Parish of 

St. John the Evangelist in Hingham, Massachusetts

Preached by the Rev. Timothy E. Schenck on November 7, 2021 (All Saints’ Sunday)

People sometimes ask me, “What’s your favorite hymn?” Which is such an unfair question! That should really be asked of Buffy, not me! Because there are just so many good ones. It’s like asking, what’s your favorite Bible passage? Or, perhaps an even harder question, at least for me, what’s your favorite coffee? The unsatisfying answer is always, “well, it depends.” It depends on my mood and the context and, in the case of hymns, the liturgical season. 

But if pressed — like if someone said ‘you can’t have your morning coffee until you tell me your single favorite hymn’ — I think I’d have to go with our opening hymn this morning, For All the Saints.

I like it partly because of the perspective it offers; partly because I love All Saints’ Day, partly because of the tune, partly because of the tenor line, and partly because it was the opening hymn at my father’s funeral. And so For All the Saints always makes me feel connected not just to the great saints of the church, but to all the people I have known and loved and lost over the years, most especially my dad. For me, that hymn is highly charged with emotion, embedded with hope, and imbued with a sense of deep spiritual connection. 

All of which — the emotion, the hope, the connection — are brought to bear on All Saints’ Sunday. This is a day to recognize that we are not alone in our strivings. That there is a whole host of saints urging us on, inspiring us, drawing us ever closer to the risen Christ, both in this world and at that future time when we rest from our labors and ourselves join that great cloud of witnesses. That nothing we face in this life hasn’t been encountered and overcome by those who have come before us in the faith.

But I realize celebrating all the saints on All Saints’ Sunday can be a bit overwhelming. Like drinking from a firehose of holiness. There are just so many of them, spanning the generations amid a variety of circumstances and situations. It’s hard to know where to even start. Here at St. John’s, we only have a fraction of the total number of saints in our midst. But between the windows and the reredos, I counted 30. So today I wanted to briefly share the story of a single saint. 

And I’m choosing Saint Margaret of Scotland because she just happens to be in one of our recently restored stained glass windows. She’s the one right around the corner from the chapel, next to St. Andrew. 

Margaret was a Hungarian-born 11th century princess whose family fled to Scotland after things went awry for them in England. She gave up her desire to become a nun and consented to marry the King of Scotland. Margaret and Malcom had eight children and their descendants ruled Scotland for the next 200 years. Born into privilege, Margaret nevertheless had a heart for the poor and an undying love for the church. 

She is credited with rooting out corruption in the Church of Scotland and turning it into a faithful institution grounded in piety and good works. She rebuilt monasteries, established hospitals, and worked to conform the practices of the Scottish church with those of continental Europe. She’s also said to have regularly read Bible stories to her good-hearted but illiterate husband. And while she used her influence and wealth to serve the poor, it wasn’t just a charity of detachment. She often visited the sick and nursed them with her own hands — a reminder to all of us that outreach is not merely an act of pity, but must be embodied.

So, we remember Margaret of Scotland and put her in stained glass to watch over us and intercede for us every time we gather at St. John’s. 

Yet as we reflect on the saints that surround us, it’s easy to forget that if we were to actually  meet someone the Church deems a saint — someone who is recognized on the liturgical calendar, someone for whom churches are named, someone celebrated in statuary or oil paintings or stained glass — if we were to meet one of these great saints, at some level we’d be disappointed. Not because the person wasn’t inspiring and holy, as Margaret undoubtedly was, but because they were decidedly human. 

We sometimes forget that these saints we commemorate, every single one of them, had human blood coursing through their veins — from St. Francis out in our Memorial Garden to St. John the Evangelist in whose name we gather in this building, to Margaret and all the other saints in our windows. They were real people, not Renaissance-era paintings. And even when some folklore or legends arise around them, when you strip everything away, they were all sinners like you and me, people seeking to follow Jesus in their own lives and in their own day. 

Sometimes they succeeded, often they stumbled. But in the end, I find this inspiring, rather than disappointing. Because it makes real the connection between you and me and St. Margaret and St. John the Evangelist. It binds us together as surely as we gather in person and online this morning.

So why do we lift up certain people as saints? It’s not because they had a PR machine hyping their cause. It’s because they lived their lives according to the Beatitudes. No matter what they encountered or endured, the saints lived their lives according to these particular words of Jesus from the Sermon on the Mount that we heard this morning. More than anything else, the saints embodied and centered their lives on the principles of compassion, humility, justice, and peace. They were merciful, they were peacemakers, they hungered and thirsted for righteousness, and above all they were faithful.

Now, I don’t often quote the pope in my sermons. But on All Saints’ Day this year, Pope Francis spoke to the gathered crowds in St. Peter’s Square about this intersection between the Beatitudes and the saints. He suggested that the word “blessed” — as in “Blessed are the (fill-in-the-blank Beatitude)” “is the principal proclamation…of unprecedented happiness. Holiness,” he said, “is not a life plan made up only of effort and renunciation, but is above all the joyful discovery of being God’s beloved sons and daughters. And this fills you with joy…The joy of the Christian, then, is not a fleeting emotion or a simple human optimism, but the certainty of being able to face every situation under God’s loving gaze, with the courage and strength that come from him. The saints, even in the midst of many tribulations, have experienced this joy and have borne witness to it.”

And that, friends, is why we look at the saints as such faithful companions, walking alongside us on this journey of life and faith. As we sang earlier, “O blest communion, fellowship divine! We feebly struggle, they in glory shine; yet all are one in thee, for all are thine. Alleluia.”

All Saints’ Sunday 2019

A Sermon from the Episcopal Parish of 
St. John the Evangelist in Hingham, Massachusetts
Preached by the Rev. Timothy E. Schenck on November 3, 2019 (All Saints’ Sunday)

Hashtag #Blessed. You often see this on social media. A picture shared on Facebook of the perfect family on the perfect mountain on the perfect day with the perfect snow. The sun is shining, everyone’s smiling, teeth are gleaming, skis are perfectly waxed. Hashtag #Blessed. Or you see it on a celebrity’s Instagram post as she’s sitting in the VIP lounge of an exclusive Miami Beach club sipping a mango martini. #Blessed. 

If the word “blessed” means sacred or set apart by God, I’m not sure this is really what we’re talking about here. A more authentic representation of what’s being conveyed in these posts might be “bragging.” Or “rich.” But it’s hard to contradict someone who claims to be blessed without sounding like you’re simply jealous. It’s almost as if those sharing pictures of their precious corgi sitting on the deck of their yacht are using #Blessed to inoculate themselves from criticism. Or perhaps they genuinely believe that this is how God works. That when God truly loves someone, God conveys fancy vacations and mango martinis. 

But, from a theological perspective, Jesus makes it clear that luxurious living is not actually the hallmark of blessedness. Time and time again Jesus subverts the prevailing wisdom of the day, that wealth was an outward and visible sign of God’s blessing, while poverty was an outward and visible sign of God’s wrath. That’s simply not how God works. Even if that’s what some television preachers would have you believe, and what some Facebook posts imply.

And we need look no further than the Beatitudes to see how Jesus flips this whole notion on its head. “Blessed are you who are poor…Blessed are you who are hungry…Blessed are you who weep…Blessed are you when people hate you.” Those don’t sound like very Instagram-worthy posts! You don’t often see people standing on food lines or weeping over the casket of a loved one using the hashtag #Blessed.

And yet Jesus is very clear that these are precisely the ones who are blessed. That these are the ones upon whom God bestows blessings. The powerless and the vulnerable, the oppressed and the marginalized. The ones who, by the world’s standards, are the least and the weak, the lost and the lonely. And I’m reminded of the Simon & Garfunkel song Blessed, off the Sounds of Silence album. It’s a rather obscure song, not one of their big hits like Mrs. Robinson or Bridge Over Troubled Water or Cecelia. But the song invokes the Beatitudes and includes the line “Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted on.” 

The story goes that Paul Simon was wandering around London in the mid-1960s when he stepped into a cathedral to get in out of the rain. And he heard a sermon being preached on the Beatitudes. The lyrics match the despair of the music as Simon sings, “Oh, Lord why have you forsaken me,” words spoken by Jesus as he was hanging on the cross. It’s a haunting song precisely because Simon reflects upon the poverty stricken people he had seen trudging down the street and the homeless folks he stepped over to enter the cathedral, and doesn’t see any earth inheriting going on. He doesn’t see hope, but only hopelessness; he doesn’t see blessedness, but only despair.

And when you look around, it certainly doesn’t appear that God’s blessing is upon the family of Guatemalan refugees fleeing violence in their homeland or the political prisoner wasting away in North Korean jail or the child drinking lead-infused water in Flint, Michigan or the strung out addict shivering on the Methadone Mile at 3:00 am. 

And yet, if blessing is a sign of God’s presence, that’s precisely where God resides. In the tears of those who weep, in the hunger pangs of those who go without, in the hurt of those who are rejected. That’s where God is most fully present; that’s why Jesus entered the world in human form. To comfort and console, to lift up and to love.

Blessed are the poor, but woe to the rich, Jesus says. So, where does that leave us? Now, you can slice and dice how you define rich, but by any global measurement, the vast majority of us do fall into that category. I mean, nearly half the world lives on less than $5 a day. But, it’s important to recognize that “woe” doesn’t mean “cursed” or “cast into outer darkness” or “banished to eternal damnation.” The Beatitudes aren’t intended to bless the poor and curse the rich. 

But by using the phrase “Woe to those who are rich,” Jesus is holding up a giant yellow Caution sign to those of us with relative wealth and privilege. Not that we aren’t blessed as well, not that the comfortable aren’t included in the expansive embrace of God’s love for all of humanity; but the blessing doesn’t come from those outward signs of prosperity. Blessings flow from the ways in which the rich serve the poor and marginalized; blessings flow from generosity and kindness to others; blessings flow from a compassionate and caring heart. Blessings are bestowed not by reveling in our own blessedness, or bragging about the blessings of our lives, but by sharing them with others.

So the Beatitudes were and continue to be a radical shock to the system of how we perceive the natural order of things. And the great reversal offers hope when there seemingly is none. That’s the power of the cross — where life is snatched from the jaws of death and resurrection rises from the ashes of destruction. It’s why neither death nor hopelessness nor Paul Simon get the last word. Jesus does.

On All Saints’ Sunday we remember the great saints who have come before us in the faith. St. John the Evangelist and all those faithful men and women honored in statuary and stained glass and oil paintings who honored Christ in their own days and in their own ways. They came from all walks of life but they all walked the way of the cross. They weren’t in it for blessings for themselves but to bless those around them. And that’s why we remember and honor and revere them. It’s why we tell their stories and share details of their lives. They weren’t perfect, they were all sinners, just like you and me, but they were “blessed by God” because of their faithfulness and their heart for others. Despite their imperfections and utter humanity, they followed Jesus with heart, mind, and soul, loving their neighbors as themselves.

And they were blessed, not because they amassed great fortunes or lived showy lives. But because they embraced the spirit of the Beatitudes. Most of these saints were not rich in any worldly sense. But they were all rich in faith, rich in relationship with Jesus, rich in compassion. And that never ceases to inspire. It is this sense of blessedness that we hope for one another, it’s what we hope for those who will soon be baptized, and it’s why we gather week after week to seek God’s blessing.

Know that you are blessed. Not because you have a house in Maine or vacation in Bermuda. You are blessed because God loves you deeply and fully. And that is enough.

© The Rev. Tim Schenck 2019

All Saints’ Sunday 2018

A Sermon from the Episcopal Parish of 
St. John the Evangelist in Hingham, Massachusetts
Preached by the Rev. Timothy E. Schenck on November 4, 2018 (All Saints’ Sunday)

When I was in Rome this past June as part of my sabbatical, we hit the usual tourist hot-spots like the Coliseum and the Vatican and the ancient catacombs hidden beneath the city. We ate lots of fresh pasta, drank our share of red wine, and sucked down a ton of espresso — at least I did. One of the more unusual tours we went on took us down into the crypt of the Capuchin monks, located below a 17th century church dedicated to their order in the heart of Rome.

The Capuchins are a Roman Catholic monastic order established in the 16th century by a Franciscan friar named Matteo da Bascio who believed the order’s leadership had drifted away from the humble origins of St. Francis. This reform-minded monk, along with a small group of fellow Franciscans, sought to rededicate themselves to the vows of poverty, obedience, penance, and solitude they took as Franciscans. For this, they were persecuted by church authorities who were none-too-thrilled at their implicit accusations of splendor. Matteo and his band of monks went into hiding after they were threatened with arrest for dereliction of their vows. But, in time, they were accepted by the church and the order continues to be active, with about 10,000 Capuchin monks around the world.

Somewhere along the line, the Capuchins started keeping the bones of their order’s dead monks and, rather than burying them, displayed them in the crypt’s chapels. That’s what we apparently signed up to see when we bought our tour tickets online. Now, at one level, this whole thing is totally creepy. There are chandeliers made out of femurs; there are stacks and stacks of human skulls; there’s a room with designs created exclusively from the pelvises of dead monks; and several rooms contain robed figures with their darkened skin still clinging to their skulls. It’s not exactly family entertainment. We won’t be adding a Capuchin room to our Not-So-Spooky Haunted House next year.

But at another level, it is incredibly moving to be among saintly souls in this way. To be reminded that we are dust and to dust we shall return. To recall that our earthly pilgrimage is short and that we do not, in fact, stand at the center of the universe. To remember that we are part of a long continuum of humanity that has lived and died over the generations.

Perspective is a great gift, one that we so often ignore, unless it’s brought to the fore in tangible ways. And nothing is a more tangible reminder of your own mortality than coming face-to-face with the bones of thousands of dead monks. That’s precisely the point the Capuchins are trying to communicate from beyond the grave. Indeed, there’s a plaque in the crypt reads, “What you are now, we used to be. What we are now, you will be.”

But this point is also being made within the context of Jesus’ resurrection. There is hope embedded deep in the marrow of these bones. Because through faith in Jesus Christ we know that death is not the end. These bones live! Well, not the bones themselves but the souls attached to them. And so the Capuchins, with their unusual tradition, are proclaiming hope and resurrection to the world through these otherwise macabre displays. They aren’t meant to frighten, like some scary over-the-top Halloween display, but rather to inspire. But faith is the key to seeing the difference.

One way to think about this divide between the living and the dead comes from language that has perhaps fallen out of favor. The church has traditionally referred to its living members as the “church militant.” You and I are part of this church militant, an odd phrase to be sure. One that conjures images of military struggle. But I think the point is that being a Christian in the world is hard work; discipleship takes dedication and intention. We are striving to do our best as followers of Jesus while on our earthly pilgrimage.

The other piece of the universal church, known as the “church triumphant,” is comprised of the generations of the faithful who now exist in the heavenly realm. Together, the church militant and the church triumphant make up the fullness of God’s church; the communion of saints, that great cloud of witnesses that transcends all time and space. We are firmly and forever linked to those who have come before us in the faith — those we have known and loved and lost, the great saints of the church, and those whose names are known to God alone. As a Christian you are part of something so much larger than yourself, something that includes generations of dead monks and billions of people who have lived and died in the hope of the resurrection to eternal life.

I, frankly, find that comforting. Just as I find it comforting to worship in a place where so many have lifted up their prayers before us and so many will continue do so long after we are gone. And just as I find it comforting to worship surrounded by the great saints of the church in stained glass and statuary. Because on All Saints’ Sunday, we remember the great saints of the church, those women and men who have come before us in the faith and continue to inspire us from beyond the grave by their witness to the gospel.

So the saints, if we let them into our hearts, can be compelling examples of godly living. But in order for us to allow them to inform our own lives we also need them to knock them off their pedestals. Not in an iconoclastic, sacrilegious kind of way but by remembering that these men and women, like the Capuchin monks, once had blood running through their veins. These were real people who struggled with their faith in the same way that you and I, at times, struggle with ours. They were heroic because of their humanity, not despite it. So in a sense we have to take the costumes and masks and capes off the saints. They’re not Christian Super Heroes with super human powers beyond anything we could imagine; though they did often display a super human and heroic faith. And it is here where the example of the saints who have come before us, and the living saints among us, can support us in our own journey with the risen Christ. As long as we open our hearts and let them in. 

Today through the sacrament of baptism, we add yet another name to the communion of saints. Nolan McKenna joins us on the journey of faith, on the continuum of sainthood, as another member of the church militant, and as part of the great cloud of witnesses to which we all belong. And that’s a good and holy and joyful thing.

Of course, I wasn’t just in Rome to look at the bones of dead monks, I was there to do some research for my forthcoming book on the intersection of faith and coffee. What I learned is that when what became known as cappuccino was introduced in Italy, it acquired the name because the combination of espresso and frothed milk that makes up the drink closely resembled the color of the hooded robes of the Capuchin monks. So the next time you order a cappuccino, or see it on a menu somewhere, think about the bones of dead monks, take a moment to reflect on your own mortality, and remember that you are part of something larger than you could even imagine. You are a member of the communion of saints.

© The Rev. Tim Schenck 2018

All Saints’ Sunday 2016

A Sermon from the Episcopal Parish of
St. John the Evangelist in Hingham, Massachusetts
Preached by the Rev. Timothy E. Schenck on November 6, 2016 (All Saints’ Sunday)

It’s a good thing Jesus isn’t running for president because the Sermon on the Mount would make a lousy stump speech. I mean, it’s got a nice rhythm to it with the memorably repetitive “Blessed are those who…for they will…” trope. But we want our candidates to project an image of strength and power; we want to see leadership and action. We want messages of confidence and abundance and optimism. We don’t want to hear about the meek and the poor and the persecuted and the hungry. We want uplifting rhetoric that inspires and reminds us of our national supremacy on the global stage. We want someone who will make the kingdom of heaven great again! Not someone who will highlight the as-of-yet unrealized dream of God’s kingdom here on earth.

Now you might have heard that we have an election coming up. In two short days we, as a nation, will head to the polls to elect our next president. For many, it will be a relief to put this particularly nasty election cycle behind us. Sure, it’s been entertaining in an I-just-can’t-avert-my-eyes kind of way but it hasn’t exactly displayed the best of human nature. The bitter divides in this country have come into stark relief. And the election process has unleashed a Pandora’s Box of hatred and bile that I fear will be difficult to contain in the years ahead, no matter who wins on Tuesday.

More than ever, we need role models to serve as beacons of hope amidst a sinful and broken world. And this is why I love that a mere 48 hours before Election Day we are gathered together in this place to celebrate the great feast of All Saints’ Sunday. We can put aside the vitriol and the partisanship and the insults and focus on humanity’s better nature. Because this is where, if we invite them into our lives, the church’s saints offer us such promise and guidance.

These men and women we call saints lived in a variety of times and circumstances — some walked this earth during periods of great turmoil; some were reviled for their faith; some were ardent in prayer; some were strong leaders; some helped us experience God in new and profound ways. But their greatest virtue is not that they were somehow holier-than-thou or that they displayed pious perfection. They were flawed human beings just like you and me — just like our presidential candidates. They sinned, they messed up, they lost hope. But ultimately, often in the midst of great difficulties, they were faithful. Faithful in the ways they sought to follow Jesus. Faithful in their devotion to our Lord despite what they encountered. Faithful in their seeking after God again and again and again.

And this is a timely reminder that there is an antidote to the darker forces at work in the world. Which is the whole point of the baptismal rite. Water, that powerful and life-giving element, is used to cleanse and renew and wash away and give new life. Once blessed, this water of divine relationship changes everything. And while it doesn’t suddenly and magically erase the darkness that seemingly surrounds us at every turn, it does offer hope. And it helps us tap into this witness of the the saints who surround us like so great a cloud of witnesses. Saints who, just like us, have passed through this very water of baptism into deep and abiding relationship with Jesus Christ.

Now, politics are a funny thing when approached from the pulpit. I’ve never suggested how anyone should vote. That’s not my calling or my function within this community of faith; I’m not a public policy analyst. That doesn’t mean I don’t get political on occasion but my calling is simply to preach the gospel of Jesus and trust that this contributes to the enlightenment you bring to the voting booth. Yes, Jesus himself was exceedingly political, in a subversive, fight-power-with-truth kind of way. But my calling is less partisan than it is, as the saintly Dorothy Day put it, one of “comforting the afflicted and afflicting the comfortable.” And that, like hearing a political position with which we disagree, can make us uncomfortable.

But then, being a disciple of Jesus brings us into some uncomfortable places. The baptized life challenges our preconceived notions and often our very human nature. It lifts up the lowly and tears down the powerful. It challenges our assumptions and helps us see life not through a human lens but a divine one. The Beatitudes are radical because they flip over everything we think to be strong and powerful and instead underscore the qualities of faithfulness. For faith is ultimately what this life is about, not winning. And that’s a tough sell in our winner-take-all culture and political climate.

So today, we’re invited to look back towards those who have come before us in the faith, while also looking to the future. Even as we look to the saints, we don’t live our faith in the past tense. We revel in their good example and their witness to what really matters in this life. But our faith isn’t a museum exhibit. Something that we can only gaze upon but not touch, for fear of setting off an alarm or raising the ire of a guard. There is beauty in a museum and history and a sense of connection to past civilizations. But you can’t actually use that hand-painted vase from antiquity.

So we link this to the forward thrust of the Beatitudes. “Blessed are those who…for they will…” They will be comforted; they will inherit the earth; they will receive mercy; they will be called children of God.

And the same could be said about the baptismal rite. As we bless the water, we look simultaneously backwards and forward as we recall all the ways that water has been present throughout our salvation history — as Moses crossed the Red Sea, as Jesus was baptized in the Jordan River. We look back but we don’t keep our gaze fixed behind us. We look ahead to new relationship in Christ, to living out our faith in the world around us.

Jesus does invite us to look forward by holding before us the vision of the Beatitudes. To see a world where fear and hatred are driven out by compassion and love. We often need to pause for inspiration along the way, to look back to those who have endured hardships and come out all the more blessed for the experience. But the vision of peace and justice and love abides. And we’re reminded once again, that God doesn’t demand perfection but faithfulness. And there’s something so merciful and loving about that, isn’t there?

Unless you’ve already done the early voting thing, please do get out to the polls on Tuesday. And bring with you the spirit of the Beatitudes. Bring with you the poor and dispossessed, the meek and mournful, the hungry and thirsty, the merciful and pure in heart. Together and with God’s help, we can build up the kingdom of heaven right here on earth. Because as Christians living out our faith in the world, we can collectively do infinitely more good than we could ever possibly imagine.

© The Rev. Tim Schenck

All Saints’ Sunday 2014

A Sermon from the Episcopal Parish
of St. John the Evangelist in Hingham, Massachusetts
Preached by the Rev. Timothy Schenck on November 2, 2014 (All Saints’ Sunday)

“That Helen is such a saint.” Now it’s not that Helen is necessarily an extraordinary Christian — I don’t even know if she goes to church. Or a dedicated follower of Jesus — she may or may not know the Lord’s Prayer by heart. But she did do all the dishes after that hearty Thanksgiving feast last year while everyone else was lying comatose on the sofa watching football. And if that’s not a saintly act, I’m not sure what is.

But is Helen really a “saint?” She’s selfless, perhaps. Always willing to lend a hand when a task needs doing. Of course, maybe she’d just rather wash dishes than interact with her extended and somewhat dysfunctional family. It’s hard to say. But when we reduce sainthood to simply being nice or cheerful or helpful we miss the whole point of what we’re celebrating today.

Because this morning on All Saints’ Sunday we hold up examples of those men and women who have followed Jesus Christ in ways heroic and simple, prophetic and contemplative, dramatic and prayerful. We commemorate those we read about in Scripture or see in the stained glass windows that surround us every week. Remarkable people from every generation who offer inspiration and encouragement at those precise moments we need them most.

So, if it’s not about doing the dishes — although it’s true that somebody had to clean up after the Last Supper — what makes someone a saint? Well, it’s not about meeting certain legal criteria or checking off a proscribed number of boxes. Nobody runs for saint or submits an application for saint or lists “becoming a saint” as the objective at the top of their resume. Working toward sainthood is not a career path.

Yet there are certain saintly qualities that seem universal, which is why it’s no accident that we read the Beatitudes this morning. Jesus offers some insights into the qualities God desires in all of us — being pure in heart and merciful, striving to be peacemakers and hungering for righteousness. And he names as particularly blessed by God the marginalized and persecuted and reviled. In other words, not the people society generally holds up as worthy of praise — not the wealthy and comfortable and well-fed.

Nor does Jesus, I think it’s important to highlight, say ‘blessed are the perfect.’ Because God doesn’t seek perfection in his saints — which is good because, frankly, if that were the case we wouldn’t have anyone to celebrate today. I think that perhaps the greatest popular misconception of the saints is that they were perfect — meek and mild, loathe to offend, goody two shoes, head down, praying without ceasing. As someone who spends a fair amount of time with saints, let me tell you — that’s nonsense. Saints were utterly human; people who were sinners, who had vices, who didn’t always do the right thing. No, they’re were not perfect, but they were faithful. That’s the point.

And that’s all God asks of us. God desires that we do the best we can, that we strive to be faithful in all things, that we seek to find Christ in one another. And even if an unattainable “saintly perfection” isn’t the ultimate goal, Jesus does invite us to embody the kingdom values of the Beatitudes. He doesn’t command us to do so — there are no “thou shalts” or “thou shalt nots” embedded in the Sermon on the Mount. And he knows we won’t always get it right, but he encourages us to try.

The thing is, saintly qualities flow from the heart, they can’t be bought on eBay or acquired of our own doing; they are the outward and visible signs of our inner relationship with Jesus Christ; they manifest themselves in our interactions with those we encounter in everyday life.

I have certainly met people over the years who have exhibited saintly qualities — as I’m sure you have. Yesterday at Trinity Church in Copley Square I attended the funeral for Bishop Tom Shaw who, as many of you know, served as bishop of this diocese for 20 years, announced his retirement, and died of brain cancer a month after leaving office. Here was an unusual man in that he was both a monk and a bishop. Someone with a deep interior life of prayer who also had a very public role in the church. But no matter what was swirling around him, he always exuded a prayerful centeredness. His faith defined him. And it was this spiritual core that set Bishop Shaw apart in my mind. And it’s why I will continue to be inspired by him in the years to come.

And that’s one of the reasons we honor certain individuals in the first place — to be inspired along our own earthly pilgrimages. We all need examples of people who have remained faithful during difficult times. None of the saints we honor walked this journey of life and faith alone — they had people they looked to for inspiration; people who modeled what it means to glorify Christ in their own day.

And if we inspire others in the process of living out our lives, even in small ways, even just now and then, we join our souls to the great saints who have come before us in the faith. The great cloud of witnesses that unites us to all of those in every generation who have worshipped God in heart and mind and soul. That’s such a great phrase isn’t it? “Cloud of witnesses.”

The term comes from Paul’s Letter to the Hebrews, “Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight and the sin that clings so closely, and let us run with perseverance the race that is set before us, looking to Jesus the pioneer and perfecter of our faith.” And isn’t that an encouraging image? There are literally hordes of saints rooting for us, praying for us, watching over us at each moment of our lives.

In other words, we are not in this alone. Which is why baptisms are such an appropriate thing to do on All Saints’ Sunday. A central tenet of our baptismal vows is proclaiming “I will, with God’s help.” The life of faith doesn’t happen in isolation or by ourselves but only with God’s help and the help of the entire Christian community in the broadest possible sense of the word.

In a few moments, as the kids walk in from Church School we’ll belt out the classic “I sing a song of the saints of God.” And not just because it contains my favorite verse in the hymnal: “And one was a soldier, and one was a priest, and one was slain by a fierce wild beast.” I’ve been a soldier, I am a priest, but I do hope to avoid option number three. No, we’ll sing it because of the line “And I mean to be one too.” Not because we’re hoping to end up in stained glass but so that we too can inspire and be inspired and one day take our place among that great cloud of saintly witnesses into which we have all been baptized and into which we, like Bishop Shaw and all the faithful departed from every generation before us, will one day be welcomed.

© The Rev. Tim Schenck

All Saints’ Sunday 2013

A Sermon from the Episcopal Parish of
St. John the Evangelist in Hingham, Massachusetts
Preached by the Rev. Timothy Schenck on November 3, 2013 (All Saints’ Sunday)

Depending on the outcome of the World Series, this sermon could have gone either way. It could have been dripping with pastoral concern and spiritual consolation or it could have sounded a note of victorious triumphalism. Of course, as a diehard Orioles fan I’m experiencing a certain detached indifference to the whole thing. Though by virtue of a strange ‘worlds collide’ moment, I was actually downtown for the parade yesterday — the annual diocesan convention took place at the Cathedral on Tremont Street, which just happened to be along the parade route. During the proceedings I snuck out to watch the duck boats pass by from the top of the Cathedral steps — believe me, I wasn’t alone. The highlight was seeing catcher David Ross look out at a bunch of clergy in collars standing on the steps, put his hands around his neck, point, and mouth “You guys are awesome!”

Anyway, I’m glad that my flock is experiencing the euphoria of World Series victory but really I just hope your abounding joy has a positive impact on pledging.

As the whiskers are shaved and the parade route is cleaned up and everybody starts getting enough sleep again — the extra hour helped — things do quickly get back to normal. And for us here at St. John’s this morning “normal” is a glorious All Saints’ celebration with six baptisms, a full church, and the dream of an expanded parking lot.

Of course if you dig deep enough, this all connects. As we sit here surrounded by the great saints of the church depicted in beautifully crafted, colorful stained glass you’ll notice that many of them do have beards — St. Nicholas and St. Paul and St. Joseph. Granted none of them are named St. Napoli or St. Papi or St. Dustin but you get the idea.

We do tend to elevate popular athletes and celebrities to saintly status. If you’ve ever been to the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown — and it’s one of my favorite places in the world — you know that it’s a modern-day religious shrine. There are statues and paintings and plaques and holy relics in the form of cleats and gloves and uniforms. You may not see a splinter of the true cross but you will see the bat used to hit .406 in 1941 by Ted Williams, the Splendid Splinter.

Now, I’m not going to stand up here and rail against the culture of sports celebrity. As a big sports fan with all sorts of Orioles and Ravens paraphernalia in my office that would be disingenuous. But perspective is important and we need to remember just how much Jesus flips over this whole concept of celebrity status.

Look at the Beatitudes — we hear Luke’s version this morning. Blessed are the poor, the hungry, those who weep. Those are the ones Jesus holds up; he doesn’t say blessed are the popular, the athletic, the stylish, the wealthy. Luke includes not just the blessings but also a set of “woes,” or curses. And it seems, both to our ears and those of Jesus’ original hearers, like some sort of typo.

“I think he got the blessings and the curses mixed up. I mean, the rich, the sated, the joyful — those are the blessed, right? And the hungry, the poor, those who weep — those are the cursed, right? There must be some mistake here. Maybe Jesus is dyslexic?”

And Jesus’ words were even more countercultural at a time when people equated being rich and having good health with being blessed by God and being poor and sickly with being cursed by God. That’s lousy theology to be sure, but it was pretty common thinking back then and, if we’re honest with ourselves, we might occasionally still buy into it. Yet here comes Jesus flipping this whole thing, the entire cultural and religious foundation right on its head.

So what do we do with this? Well, it’s important to remember that the Beatitudes aren’t a Christian “to-do list.” You can’t go down the line and start checking off boxes: “Blessed are the poor” — great! I’ll start giving all my money away. “Blessed are those that weep” — perfect! I’ll go watch Terms of Endearment. “Blessed are the hungry” — awesome! I’ll start my diet today.

The Beatitudes are about divine justice, not human standards of who’s in and who’s out. And that’s challenging for us because it forces us to rethink how we view and treat the poor and downtrodden, the weak and the vulnerable. Jesus holds us to a different standard of saintliness than popular culture might suggest — we join the great saints of the church when we do our part to reach out to the needy and less fortunate. Not in an I’m-the-great-savior-of-the-poor kind of way but in a way that, as the Baptismal covenant proclaims, “respects the dignity of every human being.”

Hearing the Beatitudes on All Saints’ Sunday reminds us that Jesus wants us to rethink the definition of a saint. We have this idea that the saints were all perfect. Perfect models of virtue; never wavering in their faith; untainted paragons of holiness. But just to let you in on a little secret, they weren’t perfect. They got angry, they let God and others down, they missed deadlines, they didn’t always finish their homework, they didn’t win the parent of the year award, they made bad decisions, they neglected to call their mother on her birthday. In a word, they were human. Acting saintly doesn’t mean perfection, it means faithfulness — and that’s the critical point here. Striving for perfection is a losing cause but faithfulness, that’s something we can all strive toward. Not alone, not in isolation, but as we say at our baptism “with God’s help.” And not just with God’s help but in the context of a worshipping community that supports us through times of joy and times of heartbreak.

And isn’t there some freedom when we set aside the rigidity of the perfection ideal? This is so important to our spiritual and emotional well-being especially as we head into the holidays. We’re not perfect and we never will be perfect — again, Jesus calls us to be faithful, not perfect.  In a sense, we are all in our own ways stumbling saints. People doing our best to be faithful to God, stumbling occasionally or often, but loved for our effort and forgiven for our missteps.

Fortunately there are stepping stones for those of us who stumble. That’s how I view the great saints of the church. Their example of faithfulness provides us stepping stones for the journey. Safe places to put our feet as we navigate this journey of life and faith. I encourage you to learn about the saints; read about them, Google them, engage in Lent Madness if you’re looking for a fun way to do this. Bearded or not, saints can inspire us and show us the way.

The great Feast of All Saints’ reminds us that God has sent his blessing upon the world. And that God’s blessing rests upon us even in the very messiness of life.

© The Rev. Tim Schenck 2013

All Saints’ Sunday 2003

A Sermon From All Saints’ Episcopal Church, Briarcliff Manor
Sermon preached by the Rev. Timothy E. Schenck, Rector, on November 2, 2003. 
Based on Ecclesiasticus 44:1-10, 13-14 (All Saints’ Sunday, Year B). 

It’s a cool logo. If you look at the inside back cover of the bulletin, you’ll see our new 150^th anniversary logo. And this is an historic moment because I believe I’m the first preacher who has ever encouraged parishioners to read the bulletin during the sermon. But it’s worth drawing attention to because it’s a logo that you’ll see a lot of over the next 13 months. Today we kick off our sesquicentennial celebration. And we’re not merely celebrating this occasion for a full year to give us adequate time to learn how to spell and pronounce ‘sesquicentennial.’ We’re focusing on our 150^th anniversary as a parish because it is an important year in the life of this community. And this is a community worthy of celebration.

There could be no more appropriate day to begin this celebration of 150 years at All Saints’ Episcopal Church than All Saints’ Sunday. This day is our heritage. It is our namesake. I’m not sure how the founders of this place decided on a name. But by 1854 St. Mary’s was already taken. St. John’s in Pleasantville was a year old. There was a St. Mark’s in Mount Kisco, a St. Matthew’s in Bedford, and a St. Peter’s in Peekskill. But I think All Saints’ is a perfect name because it is so all-encompassing. And so are we. We’re people with many different backgrounds and attitudes and beliefs. As our mission statement puts it, we’re “an extended family of many different people.” Plus I like it because I get to remind my priest friends that while they may serve St. Peter’s or St. whatever, I’m at All Saints’. Not just one of the saints.

So while there could be no more appropriate day to begin this celebration, there could also be no more appropriate reading than our lesson from Ecclesiasticus. Because on this day we do sing the praises of famous men and women, those who have made an impact upon this place over the generations. They may not all be known to us by name, but those who built this parish and sustained it over the years are famous to us for the legacy they have left. And, as the writer of Ecclesiasticus tells us, the deeds of faithful Christians over the generations will never be forgotten by God. Even though they may be unknown or forgotten by us. We are the heirs of their faithful commitment to this place. 

Not only are we the heirs of this legacy, we are also future ancestors to another generation of worshippers at All Saints’. No matter how young or how old we are, others will come after us. Others will remember us, maybe not by name, but by the commitment of our faithfulness. So in that sense we are the stewards of All Saints’ at this particular time in the flow of our communal history. For 150 years the gospel has been preached and lived out in this place. Not perfectly, of course, but faithfully. And if we have anything to say about it, the gospel will be preached and lived out in this place for the next 150 years and beyond.

But, you may ask, what’s the big deal? What’s so important about a number? 150 years as a parish community means more than just a nice round number. It’s about more than a cool logo. It means that we share an ongoing commitment to the service of Jesus Christ. It means that we recognize our place in this legacy whether we’ve been here for 40 years, 10 years, 2 years, or 2 months. Or, in my case, 1 year, 1 month, and 6 days (I did the math). But however long it’s been and for whatever reasons we arrived, we are all indelibly connected to this place through our faith in God. We are connected to one another and to Christ through this stone structure on the corner of Old Briarcliff and Scarborough Roads. 

But our 150^th anniversary is bigger than even this. Because on All Saints’ Sunday we also recognize and celebrate our connectedness to those who have served Christ throughout all  generations. We remember those who have come before us in the faith. Fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, friends, disciples, saints, and apostles. This is our family of origin. Jesus Christ is in our bloodstream. We are both heirs and evangelists of this faith. On this day we remember the saints, known and unknown, who have come before us in the faith. We reflect upon the generations of the faithful who have worshipped the living Christ and we take our place among them, adding our voices to the heavenly chorus that spans all time. On All Saints’ Sunday we don’t just remember the saints who are immortalized in stained glass. The definition of a saint is broadened. We recall the saints we have known and loved and lost in our own day.

And as we remember the dead on this day, the saints who have lived and walked among us, it’s important to remember that one day we too will be remembered on All Saints’ Day. We will pass over into larger life, into the realm of the faithful departed. And we, too, have an opportunity to make our own impact upon this place. An opportunity to leave a legacy about which future generations will be able to sing praises. Not because life is all about us and our accomplishments. But because of our deep faithfulness to God and God’s church. 

Jesus bids us not to live in fear of the day we will join the faithful departed. But to receive that day with joy. For we will never be forsaken or left alone. Christ stands with us. The heavenly chorus of angels and archangels stands with us. And all the saints throughout the ages stand with us.

So let the celebration begin. Let us praise the God from whom all blessings truly do flow. And let us give thanks for the past, the present, and the future of faith in the risen Christ.

 © The Rev. Tim Schenck 2003

All Saints’ Sunday 2011

A Sermon from the Episcopal Parish of 
St. John the Evangelist in Hingham, Massachusetts
Preached by the Rev. Timothy E. Schenck on November 6, 2011 (All Saints’ Sunday)

The Sermon on the Mount evokes all sorts of images. Especially when it’s depicted on one of those collector plates you can order from the back of Parade Magazine. In three easy payments of $19.95, the Bradford Exchange envisions a bedraggled crowd looking up at Jesus with expectant, hopeful faces. The sun is setting behind the mountain, casting Jesus in a warm glow. His long blond locks are flowing in the gentle breeze as he smiles benignly at the assembled masses through his perfectly trimmed beard. You can almost hear the soothing soundtrack in the background, “Blessed are the poor in spirit, blessed are the meek, blessed are the peacemakers.” Ahhhh. It’s so comforting for these poor, passive, naive souls gathered on the mountaintop with Jesus. 

But wait a minute – something’s askew. Because the Sermon on the Mount wasn’t delivered to a sad sack group of people by some benevolent teacher adept at turning a phrase while looking a lot like someone who just stepped out of a 1968 Volkswagen van. First of all, Jesus was speaking to real people. Like us, they were seeking a deeper meaning of life; like us they were pretty sure there was something greater at work in the world than what appears on the surface. Unlike us, however, they were people on the margins of society. This was not the in-crowd; these weren’t the power brokers of their day. This was a crowd searching for meaning but they certainly weren’t going to find it walking through the corridors of power or golfing at the local country club.

Nonetheless, Jesus wasn’t just offering false platitudes in a cruel world or doling out cold comfort. The Beatitudes are radical. This text completely overturns conventional wisdom. Think about it: On the surface of things none of these people are blessed – the poor in spirit, the meek, those who mourn, the peacemakers. These are the people who get ignored and trampled upon and kicked when they’re down. Cursed comes to mind a lot more readily than blessed. And Jesus’ words were even more countercultural at a time when people equated being rich and having good health with being blessed by God and being poor and sickly with being cursed by God. Horrendous theology to be sure, but pretty common thinking back then. And here comes Jesus flipping this whole thing, the entire cultural and religious foundation right on its head. There’s nothing the least bit worthy here of the Bradford Exchange or even the Franklin Mint.

So how is this group of people that has arrived with all sorts of emotional and economic and spiritual burdens to hear this new preacher, “blessed?” Well, I’ll get to that in a moment. But first, do any of you remember having to diagram sentences in English class? I always loved English but I dreaded having to diagram sentences. I was miserable at it and never really got it – you had to draw lines in one direction for the subject and another for the predicate and something else for a prepositional phrase or a different verb tense. The whole thing combined two of my least favorite things: grammar and geometry. And nothing sucked out the joy of a beautifully written sentence more than having to diagram it. I bring this up not because I’ve been having flashbacks while helping with the kids’ homework – I don’t think they even do this anymore. But if I did remember how to diagram a sentence, I think it would be helpful in talking about the Beatitudes. 

Listen to the formula: “Blessed are the meek, peacemakers, those who mourn, etc. for they will inherit the earth, be called children of God, be comforted, etc.” This brings the blessing into both the present and future tenses. Blessed “are” all of these groups right now and blessed will be all these same groups moving forward. Thus even as they will inherit the earth, will be comforted, will receive mercy, and will see God they are also blessed right now because they are part of God’s community. And so are we. That’s why this passage remains so relevant and beloved today; because we, too, are blessed by God and we too will be blessed by God. 

Now, you should note that Jesus didn’t “invent” this formula. Beatitudes were a known form of blessing in the ancient world. They were used to list blessings upon kings or the wealthy. But Jesus took this form and flipped it entirely upside down. Suddenly it’s the poor rather than the rich who are blessed by God; it’s the peacemakers rather than the warriors; it’s the persecuted rather than the victors; it’s the outsiders rather than the insiders. In this upside down kingdom those who are last suddenly become first. Those who are downtrodden suddenly become blessed. 

Which doesn’t mean life immediately becomes better. Being blessed by God in this world doesn’t make you wealthy or victorious by human standards; but it does usher you into the kingdom of deeper relationship with the risen Christ. Which bring us to the saints on this All Saints’ Sunday.

This morning we commemorate the great saints of the church – the ones who surround us in stained glass and statuary – but also the people we have known and loved and lost in our own lives. So we honor Saint Peter as the rock upon whom Jesus built the church even as we remember Uncle Peter as the guy who first taught us to throw a football. 

So All Saints’ Sunday is also about broadening the definition of a saint. Saints are not just people who lived in ages past, they’re not just the great heroes immortalized and in some cases immobilized in stained glass. Broadly defined, saints also include those who have died in the faith. Regular people. People you and I have known and loved and now miss. A father or brother, a friend, sister or mother. People who have known Christ and touched our lives in our own day. On All Saints’ Sunday we remember all of these saints as well; those we have known over the years, and those known to God alone. This is the full communion of saints.

And it is into this community, in the fullest possible sense of the word, that we baptize five new Christians this morning. The Christian life is many things but it’s not always picture perfect. It’s not all roses and sugar. The reality of the life of faith wouldn’t make for much of a collector plate. There are bumps in the road, there are various crises, there are chips in the bone china. Our spiritual lives tend to be more Jackson Pollack than Norman Rockwell. But the good news is that through it all, Jesus is present. And what’s even more, there are a slew of saints both the stained glass kind and the ones we’ve been privileged to know in our own lives surrounding us as well. The Sermon on the Mount isn’t a bunch of false platitudes but the powerful promise of the One who came bursting through the tomb to conquer death and the grave. Thanks be to God.

© The Rev. Tim Schenck 2011

All Saints’ Sunday 2008

A Sermon from All Saints’ Episcopal Church, Briarcliff Manor, New York
Preached by the Rev. Timothy E. Schenck, Rector on November 2, 2008 (All Saints’ Sunday) 

I took the boys on a little field trip this week to the cemetery around the Old Dutch Church in Sleepy Hollow. I thought we should take advantage of the fact that we live in the Halloween capital of the world. We got there at 5:30 pm, just as the sun was setting figuring that would add to the spooky factor. Just for the record, the gates officially close at 4:30 so I guess technically speaking we were breaking and entering. I’ve always considered myself a great role model for my kids. 

So there we were lurking around the old gravestones as it got darker and darker. I picked them both up to peek inside the window of the church and talk turned to the Legend of Sleepy Hollow. One of our family traditions is to read the story of the Headless Horseman the week before Halloween. And since it all took place right around the Old Dutch Church I thought it would give them a bit of context to walk the ground upon which the Horseman allegedly trod. 

But I admit I also had an ulterior motive. I wanted to link Halloween to All Saints’ Day. They both get very excited about Halloween – it’s one of their favorite days of the year and they plan their costumes months and months in advance. But All Hallows Eve exists only because it’s the night before the great Feast of All Saints’. And this fact gets lost amid the Halloween displays at Party City. In isolation, Halloween has no meaning – besides free candy and cute kids in ghoulish garb. Which is a fine thing in itself. And it’s all in good fun, unless your house gets egged or someone puts toothpaste on the door handle of your car. Something that I’ve surely never done; or surely never been caught doing. 

But beyond the Twizzlers and Snickers Bars and Harry Potter costumes, it’s a pretty empty experience unless it’s connected to something deeper. In other words, it’s all about context. We dress up in costumes to mock death – that’s the history of this practice. And that comes out of a very Christian notion. It’s the heart of our faith – the fact that through his death on the cross Jesus has destroyed death. Death no longer has dominion over us. “Whether we live or die, we are the Lord’s,” Paul writes in his letter to the Romans. So we can mock death because it has no power over us. That’s the essence of All Hallows Eve. That’s the context; that’s the meaning. 

Which is important to remember, not just in the case of Halloween. Because it is faith alone that gives context and meaning to our very lives. Christmas devoid of the birth narrative is empty; Easter without the resurrection means nothing; life without faith is meaningless. Which is why making connections is so important. Connections between the secular and the spiritual; between holidays and holy days; between what’s on the surface of life and the deep spiritual well that runs beneath. 

This morning we hear the Beatitudes from Matthew’s gospel. They’re familiar; so familiar that we often fail to hear their radical nature. It should be noted that Jesus didn’t “invent” the form. Beatitudes were a known form of blessing in the ancient world. They were used to list blessings upon kings or the wealthy. But Jesus took this form and flipped it entirely upside down. Suddenly it’s the poor rather than the rich who are blessed by God; it’s the peacemaker rather than the warrior; it’s the persecuted rather than the victor; it’s the outsider rather than the insider. In this upside down kingdom those who are last suddenly become first. Those who are downtrodden suddenly become blessed. 

Which doesn’t mean life immediately becomes better. Being blessed by God in this world doesn’t make you wealthy or victorious by human standards; but it does mean that you are righteous. And it is this righteousness that will endure beyond the visible world. There’s a future tense to all this – the meek and the merciful and the pure in heart will be comforted; they will inherit the earth; they will see God; they will enter the Kingdom of Heaven.

I was recently interviewed for something called the FaithStreams Book Club. The filming process was a whole production – I even had to wear makeup for the first time in my life. Though I did stop short of getting a pedicure. I mention this because the parent organization used to be called Faith & Values Media but they recently changed their name to The Odyssey Network. Why? Because people would hear “Faith & Values” and make assumptions about the group’s political and theological leanings. And while I see their point, it made me absolutely cringe to think that the religious right has co-opted the terms “Faith” and “Values.”

The Beatitudes express, not the vaulted “Family Values,” but what I’d call Kingdom Values. And in some circles they might even be considered subversive. Because they’re all about raising up the lowly, fighting for peace and justice, and giving voice to those traditionally excluded by the mainstream. With not one word about who can marry whom or who can sleep with whom. 

The saints we celebrate on this All Saints’ Sunday, the ones for whom this church is named, are people who have incorporated these Kingdom Values into their lives in extraordinary ways. And thus they serve as examples to us who continue along the journey of life and faith. We struggle along often in need of inspiration and hope and meaning. And these saints, far from being set apart from the likes of you and me, are set within our own community. We walk alongside them as fellow members of the Communion of Saints, that mystical body that unites those who have come before us in the faith with those who are yet to come. We are part of something that transcends the ordinary and connects us to the Kingdom that is to come. We are all linked together by virtue of our baptism – which is why it is so appropriate that we welcome Daniel Santiago into the Communion of Saints on this day.

And so we are connected to something beyond ourselves; a way of keeping our lives in the context of faith; a way that offers meaning and hope amid the changes and chances of our mortal existence. A context that brings to bear the mystery and meaning of Jesus Christ right here, right now.

Making connections; giving context; expressing faith. It’s a work in progress for all of us. When we came home for dinner after our illicit visit to the cemetery, we did pray for all those whose graves we visited. Those who have come before us in the faith. Zack’s going as Jango Fett from Star Wars. Ben’s going as Jason Giambi. The conversation will continue.

© The Rev. Tim Schenck 2008