Attitude of Gratitude - Jim Holmes

Dear Friends,  

         I have several friends who are members of AA and who try to live their lives in “an Attitude of Gratitude.” Gratitude for one more day or year of sobriety, of course, but further with gratitude for the many things in their lives which are better because of sobriety, as well as for all of the good things which come their way.

         Living in an attitude of gratitude is not easy in this sad world in which we live. The natural disasters of fire, floods, earthquakes; the human catastrophes of mass shootings, hate crimes and more: these are not occasions of gratitude when we wrestle with the question of why some people survive and why some die. The anger and criminal dysfunction of institutions small and large do not make me give thanks but in fact cause me to struggle against putting my head into the sand.

         As we celebrate Thanksgiving Day this week, we step back and think of all of the things for which we are nevertheless grateful. For some of us it is family, even though families can be—shall we say—complicated. For others it is friends, people who are honest with us and who stick with us no matter what comes.  For lots of people it is country, even with the exasperation felt by so many these days, because we are thankful for the freedoms we still enjoy as we pray for wisdom to use these blessings for the benefit of all.  We offer thanks for the beauty of nature, for the creativity of human beings, for the opportunity to be with people unlike ourselves and to visit places which broaden our understanding of the human community.

         I, as well as so many of you, am grateful for Emmanuel Church. For the beauty of the building, for the splendor of the music, for the programs which encourage us to be built bridges to our neighbors. I am most grateful for the people of Emmanuel who come from many places, literally and figuratively, to take part in this diverse and, yes, imperfect community. You bring a commitment and steadfastness to Emmanuel that gives us muscles to move forward to an exciting new chapter in our parish life.

         But most of all let us be thankful for God. I speak of the God who loves us unreservedly, who enlivens us with the Spirit, who forgives us, who gives us the strength to reconcile ourselves with those with whom we have been at enmity.  The God who dwells with us and who calls each one of us by name.

          In an attitude of gratitude, I say “Happy Thanksgiving” to you all.

                                                                                  —Jim Holmes

In Whose Perfect Kingdom No Sword Is Drawn - Jim Holmes

Dear Friends,

Sunday morning at 5:00 a.m. Baltimore time marks the 100th anniversary of the signing of the armistice which ended the hostilities of the Great War—not often called World War I until around 1940 when, alas, there was World War II.  The signing took place in a small railroad car in Compiegne, France, and was meant to conclude “the war to end all wars.” 

Memorial at Mareuil le Port, Champagne-Ardennes

Memorial at Mareuil le Port, Champagne-Ardennes

In virtually every town and village Tim and I have visited in France over the years—and in Britain as well—there is a monument erected to the Great War, and particularly to those who lost their lives.  In every instance the list is a long one as the carnage of that war was nearly unparalleled.  Most of the monuments now have engravings on the other sides for World War II deaths; including in France a listing of those “deported,” meaning sent to the death camps.  And then there are listings for wars in Indochina and in Afghanistan.  These lists are nowhere nearly as long as those for World War I, but they do tell us that the war to end all wars did not.

Oise-Aisne American Cemetery & Memorial

Oise-Aisne American Cemetery & Memorial

As brothers and sisters of the Prince of Peace, we will gather on Sunday not only to remember those who served and those who died, but to recommit ourselves to the search for peace.   As many of the veterans of combat will tell us, war is not the answer, it is hell.  We gather to pray together and work together so that the next hundred years are not as bloody and violent as the last one hundred years. 

—Jim Holmes

For All the Saints - Jim Holmes

Dear Friends,

         I am of two minds about this week’s meditation. Should it be about All Saints’ Day--one of the great feasts of the Church Year--or should it be about voting? So let me do a little about one, and a little more about the other.

         It is dismaying to read the statistics about voter turnout, particularly in midterm elections. Some people do not vote because they think it does not matter. They are wrong. Some do not vote because they are prevented from voting by one or another of the voter suppression efforts about which we read. That is unjust and un-American. Those for whom we vote should pledge themselves to address such disparity. Some do not vote because election day is a work day. Only a minority of businesses give people time off to vote. We should consider making election day a holiday, or moving the election to weekends as a number of states already do.

         Most of us at Emmanuel have access to the polls, either early or on election day. Though I cannot suggest to you how to vote (I wish I could!), I urge each of you to vote. It is important and is one of the ways we can move forward to heal a deeply divided country.

         All Saints’ is the great festival of connectedness. Through the love of God we are connected with all those who have gone before, the great cloud of witnesses. Not all were heroes or heroines, not all were Christians or even religious at all--most were people we have never heard of. Because death is not the last word, and because all are children of God, created in God’s likeness and image, we are in communion with them, known or unknown, admired or despised. We are connected with Matthew Shepard, with the eleven people murdered at the Tree of Life Synagogue, with the two people murdered in Kentucky, with the five people killed in Baltimore last weekend. “For all are one in Thee, for all are Thine. Alleluia.”

         But the connection is not only with those who have gone before, it is with all of humanity who are alive now. It is with those who are a part of the devastated congregation in Pittsburgh, with those families grieving the senseless shootings in Baltimore, with those living in the terror of Yemen or Syria or Central America or any of a hundred other places, with those of our own parish household who are ill or shut-in, with those who sit next to us in the pews Sunday after Sunday. 

         With connectedness comes responsibility. As saints, the people of God, we are called to make the world a better, safer, more just place for all of our sisters and brothers. We do that by praying, by voting, by giving, by hands-on efforts. We do it because we know that we are loved by God and are called to love our neighbors and even our enemies.

         See you in church this Sunday as we celebrate All Saints’. See you at the polls on Tuesday if not before.

-Jim Holmes

Anamnesis - Joseph Wood

            Yesterday, as Matthew Shepard was laid to rest in the National Cathedral twenty years after his martyrdom, the Right Rev. Gene Robinson preached about the concept of anamnesis. From the Ancient Greek, anamnesis comes to us from two different words: ana (ανα), a preposition that denotes up, above, or again; and mneme (μνημη), meaning memory or remembrance. From its early beginnings, anamnesis has accrued a great deal of philosophical and historical connotations—for us, it’s particularly used to describe the moment during the Eucharistic prayer when we recall the passion, death, resurrection, and ascension of Jesus Christ as a community. In other words, when we enter into the Biblical memory again, collapsing the distinction between the present and the past into a single, transcendent moment. When we live the Gospel, however briefly. Bishop Robinson argued that, just as we believe that we enter sacred time during our services, the memory of Matthew should prompt a similar transfiguration in our lives and work. 

            The thing is, I have never really known a world where Matthew hadn’t died, hadn’t been taken from us too soon. I was 10 when he was hanging on a fence in a lonely corner of Laramie, Wyoming, and the fact of it is one of the first news stories I can remember taking any notice of. The entirety of my adult life—and particularly my life as part of the LGBTQ community—has been in some small way bounded by his death. Just as James Byrd, Jr., might have helped to define yours. Or Kitty Genovese. Or the at least 22 transgender people who have already been martyred this year. We are rarely in short supply of righteous dead; it’s the living saint who is a rarity.

            I don’t mean to sound grim, but I wonder if it’s really Matthew who we need to worry about. For whatever reason, his death prompted people to take notice. The gay community and the rest of the world were roused, and people made Matthew’s story their own in ways real and immediate. We demanded action, demanded that, even in the out-of-the-way corners of the country, LGBTQ people should be allowed to be who they are with dignity. We didn’t get it all right, but the outcry around his death transformed the dialogue in this nation, reshaping communities in ways that I will never truly know—I only know what it means to walk in a world indelibly marked by his footsteps. And on Friday, the young political science student who dreamed of changing the world was laid to rest in state, untold thousands collapsing time and distance to seem him safely home and finally at rest.  

            As I read the news about attacks on immigrant and trans communities this week, I pray that there is a day when there is no more need for anamnesis, no more need to recall the martyrs who have journey the way before us. May we treasure each death the way we treasure Matthew. May treasure each life even more. After all, we are each and everyone one of us made in the image and likeness of God, loved beyond any possibility of our comprehension. Too often we have let ourselves forget that fact, let ourselves leave some behind. So, let’s get up; let’s remember not just who we have been but who we might be; and let’s demand dignity for ourselves and our neighbors once more. Resurrection is for all of us—again and again and again.

Stone Upon Stone - Jim Holmes

Dear Friends,

         If I remember correctly, I preached a stewardship sermon at Emmanuel three years ago quoting from the hymn, “‘till not a stone was left on stone and all those nations’ pride, o’erthrown, went down to dust beside thee.”  The point was that neither Emmanuel nor any of us would last forever, and that it was important to build a strong Emmanuel in the present.

         The author of the hymn, Walter Russell Bowie, was an Episcopal priest who spent part of World War I in the area where we are staying and I suspect that the image of “not a stone was left on stone” came from the horrors he saw here.  A couple of weeks ago, I described Soissons Cathedral, which has been rebuilt stone upon stone. 

         The small town where we are staying, Dormans, was flattened just as surely as Soissons—but, rather than rebuild to look as it had before, it was built anew.  The stores and houses reflected the needs and styles of the 1920’s where people actually lived and worked and built new lives, even while surrounded by French, British, and German graves and the men who had returned alive but terribly damaged from the fighting.

         As our 2019 annual giving campaign continues, I believe that we are building for the needs of today and for tomorrow.  Of course we need to keep our historic building in good condition, but we are looking how to make it more accessible and inviting to people who want and need it now as well.  In our worship and music, we use words and tunes which pre-date Emmanuel and also words and music which are quite contemporary.  The old and new blend together to stir us to move forward as a community.   Our outreach addresses needs as old as humanity such as homelessness, and as new as the opioid crisis which envelops Baltimore and its sister other cities.  Our educational programs are meant to give us a context for what we do and a basis for moving forward.

         Our stewardship is rooted in who we have been, who we are, and who we are going to become.  Though the expressions are different, the essence is the same.  We are the people of God called to make known God’s love as revealed in Jesus Christ.  We are asked to give so that we might be more effective in sharing the story which shapes us, which gives us life.          

         Your generosity will help Emmanuel to move forward.  A new rector will be in place (Godwilling) in the coming months, and a strong response from you in this stewardship effort will continue to enable Emmanuel to serve today and tomorrow as a vital sign of God’s presence in the troubled times.

                                                                                          —Jim Holmes

Likeness and Image - Jim Holmes

Dear Friends,

         Tomorrow some good friends from the Cotswolds in England are coming to join us for several days in France.  Ahead of the visit, Colin has written, “we promise not to talk about Trump if you promise not to talk about Brexit.”

         Sounds fair enough.  We have endured enough watching CNN’s coverage of Collins’ speech and the vote for Kavanaugh and Trump’s triumphant reveling in the results.  They have heard enough from Teresa May about her wonderful Brexit plan and from everyone else about why it will not work. 

         It makes me think of the power of editorial cartoons.  Though I have not seen one such as this, I picture a young girl picking through the ruins of her tsunami-ruined house in Indonesia saying to a reporter, ”Brett who?”  I picture a young Syrian, dirty and in tattered clothes, looking longingly across the English Channel saying, “What’s a Brexit?”

         Issues literally of life and death—of finding missing family members, of scrounging the next meal, of asking for help which seemingly never comes—push aside the issues which consume so much of our energy.  Brett and Brexit are “first world issues,” and we need to be reminded that for so many who are refugees, who face famine, who are struggling with the results of drought or flooding, they mean little.  We need to be reminded that our “God of the margins” is with those who suffer; we need to help them and ourselves, in the words of this Sunday’s communion anthem, to ”believe in God even when He is silent.”

         I think the issues raised by the Kavanaugh confirmation are important.  The treatment of women, the silencing of women, are Gospel issues as we seek to respect the dignity of every human being.  I think Brexit is a blow to a noble experiment in building a united community across lines of language, religion, culture, and national identity.

         I stood yesterday in the cathedral in Soissons, a small city in northern France.  One hundred years ago, the cathedral was an utter ruin from the bombs which had been rained upon it.  It is a strong testament to the human spirit, to human ingenuity, and the power of working together that the church once again stands as a witness to the love of God in a troubled world.  It reminded me that, by the grace of God, we human beings can rebuild cities obliterated by storms and bombs, can feed people, can reunite families.  And yes, we can work for a country and a world in which women are given the respect that is theirs by virtue of being created in God’s image.

—Jim Holmes

Do You See What I See? - Jim Holmes

Dear Friends,

The Adoration of the Magi is a familiar theme in Western art.  Any number of painters have depicted the scene of Mary holding the baby Jesus, Joseph at her side, and the three wise men kneeling before her adoring the child and presenting their gifts.  Though the settings vary—from stables with only the animals in attendance to medieval cities with throngs of people watching—the scene is usually a pastoral, loving one.

In the archbishop’s palace next door to Reims Cathedral, there is a medieval tapestry depicting the event with Mary, child, and the three kneeling men.  But Joseph is off at a table in the back of the room opening the gifts.  Is he there to claim the gifts for himself and abandon his child-bride and her illegitimate child?  Perhaps, but that is too cynical.  Or is he there with a sense of relief that now he, Mary, and the child will have enough money to make the arduous journey to Egypt, which he knows is coming very soon?  I much prefer this, but I am sure there are other possibilities as well.

 Who knows what the artist had in mind?  As with all great art, much is in the eye of the beholder, and we see different things at different times, perhaps depending on our moods, perhaps on what is going on in the world around us.

I don’t think it too much of a stretch to find this subjectivity as we look at Emmanuel.  Do the more cynical among us see a diminished parish, one which has had three rectors in a relatively short period, one which is much less filled with worshippers than in the heyday of the ’50s with Dr. Starrat’s stirring preaching?  Do we see a parish turned in upon itself, fraying at the edges?  It is not difficult to find those who see Emmanuel from this perspective.

But I, an admiring and at times adoring outsider, see it differently.  Yes, there have been three rectors in a short period, but their stories are all different and they left for reasons which do not indict Emmanuel.  Are we as full as we were in the ’50’s?  Not by a long shot, but then neither are most mainline congregations.  After a dip in the early part of this year, our attendance is slowly increasing; people are engaging the life of the parish; there is a sense of unity if not uniformity; and we are moving ahead, hopeful abut the future.

 As The Book of Common Prayer says, “open our eyes to see your hand at work in the world about us.” (372)  I hope that more of us will open our eyes and hearts to see God at work as we move ahead at Emmanuel, trusting in the Spirit of the Lord to lead us into the days ahead. 

-Jim Holmes

"The larks, still bravely singing" - Jim Holmes

Dear Friends,

In Flanders fields the poppies grow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

So begins a poem written by Canadian physician John McCrae, who was a soldier in Belgium during the Great War.  It was written after McCrae presided over the funeral of a close friend killed in the Battle of Ypres.

Tim and I began our trip to France with a purposeful detour to Belgium to visit the American Cemetery called Flanders Field.  It is the only American World War I cemetery in Belgium, and it is relatively small with only four hundred or so graves.  Like other American cemeteries in Europe, it is virtually pristine and quite moving.  We will be seeing other such sites in France when we move to a town on the Marne River near a number of cemeteries and battlefields. 

 Is striking to see the tombstones of a number killed so close to the end of the hostilities on November 11, 1918, and worst of all to discover the markers of those struck down on the actual day.  Had peace come five minutes earlier, would Col. Lieberman have lived and enjoyed his Belgian Croix de Guerre at home in New York? The armistice came too late for all of these young men and women.  Also jarring is to see the fairly large number of crosses and stars of David reading “here rests in honored glory AN AMERICAN SOLDIER known but to God.”

 The question always comes up in a World War I cemetery:  Why?  To what purpose did the deaths of some 116,000 American soldiers contribute, to what end did the deaths of nearly 20,000,000 people serve?  One can think of the American Civil War as having a purpose, and so also with World War II.  But World War I seems so pointless, a squabble among emperors who were also cousins—a quest for hegemony, but having no valid reason that I can think of.

 On November 11, the 100th anniversary of the Armistice which ended the fighting in the Great War, we at Emmanuel will mark the occasion with a service from the 1892 Book of Common Prayer and a reminder for people to take a moment to pray in our Peace Chapel dedicated to those who died in World War I. (We will also encourage people to look at the large plaque in the narthex naming the men—and one woman—of the parish who fought in that war.)

 And we will try to wrestle with why in 2018 “the larks, still bravely singing, fly scarce heard amid the guns below”?

 —Jim Holmes


Crossing Over - Joseph Wood

Today is Holy Cross Day--or, more fully, The Exaltation of the Holy Cross--one of the major feasts of the church year. Historically, it’s associated with the September 14, 335 dedication of a complex of buildings established by Emperor Constantine on the supposed site of Jesus’ crucifixion and tomb. This first Church of the Holy Sepulcher included a large basilica and a circular church, and its initial construction was overseen by Helena, Constantine’s mother. During the excavations, a relic was discovered that was believed to be the true cross. In the late fourth-century, the pilgrim Egeria described such a cross in her detailed account of her journey to the Holy Land and experiences of the religious rituals taking place in and around Jerusalem at the time. (In fact, she mentions that there was by then a deacon guarding the cross when it was on display for veneration, because an enterprising visitor had stolen a bite of the cross when they went down to kiss it.) The feast has also been associated with the exposition of that or a similar cross in Jerusalem in the seventh century following its return by Emperor Heraclius, who recovered the artifact from the Persians after the first Church of the Holy Sepulcher was destroyed and the cross taken in 614. Although the authenticity of the relics is much disputed in modern times, Holy Cross Day still marks a moment for us to remember that “our Savior Jesus Christ was lifted high upon the cross that he might draw the whole world to himself,” just as we “who glory in the mystery of our redemption” are called to “to take up our cross and follow him.” (BCP 244)

The only problem is that, even as the feast itself is quite ancient, the Book of Common Prayer 1979 is the first one to include its commemoration. Why this seeming laxity on the part of our Anglican forbearers? What does our traditional avoidance of this holiday signify? I think it’s because the cross makes us uncomfortable, unsettles our ideas of what it means to be a Christian in this day and age--let alone a Protestant. How are we supposed to claim to be children of the Enlightenment when our worship is centered around an instrument of torture and execution on the part of empire, on the part of Rome? How can we in good conscience talk about taking up our crosses when history is littered with examples of the Church perpetuating similar suffering in the name of our collective salvation?

I don’t have any simple answers to those questions, because they’re ones that have troubled me for years. Coming out of my Roman Catholic days, I too was leery of allowing such cruciform-ity to shape my faith. I prayed that there was a different way to celebrate the wonderful work of our Lord in the world, remaking us into something glorious and new. I prayed for a redemption that didn’t include oppression, didn’t include the death of an innocent victim. Yet, as you’ve heard me preach before, we cannot talk about the brilliance of Easter without the darkness of Good Friday, and we cannot remove the cross from the heart of our faith. The downfall is when we let it become the last word, the static symbol of Christianity disconnected from all that came before and after. The cross isn’t about the demands of a bloodthirsty God, but the Divine reflecting back to us how easily we give into our basest instincts and our worst fears. The cross is the symbol par excellence of our own sinfulness, and turning our gaze only seems to avoid its inevitable truth. We are called to take up our crosses not suffer, though suffering will inevitably be a part of the work. We are called to take up our crosses and follow Christ into a new way of being, choosing life when so much of our culture says death. (As the founder of Latin American liberation theology, Gustavo Gutiérrez, described: “...It is those who refuse to see that the salvation of Christ is a radical liberation from all misery, all despoliation, all alienation.”) It is only when the latter falls silent that the world will well and wholly be redeemed, and we will find that we have all drawn near to our Savior at last. However you do or don’t celebrate Holy Cross Day, remember that there’s more to the story. Remember that we are called to follow Jesus towards a day with no more crosses.

Come On Back - Jim Holmes

Dear Friends,

You may remember the catch phrase “Come on down” from the television show The Price is Right. Bob Barker would call out a name and invite the person to come to the stage to guess the price of some item--it was kind of silly fun.

Summer has come to its accepted, if not official, end on Labor Day, and now I want to invite folks to “Come on back.” There is always a summer lull in churches when people are away or engaged in summer activities while children are out of school. Or others just take the summer off, sleeping in, reading the newspaper, spending time with friends, walking the dog, whatever.  

I don’t need to tell you it has been a time of turmoil and transition for Emmanuel. Perhaps some of you are not here because you could not bear the tension or you just wanted church to be a safe place. Some of you are angry or confused by what was going on. Those are quite real reactions to life here. In the past several weeks, we have been trying to address the issues facing us as we move ahead with the choice of a new priest to lead us. Responses to the survey which was sent to all parishioners are now being compiled, and we will discuss them at the forum on Sunday. Thanks to all who were a part of that effort or have otherwise shared your voice in the conversation.

But I want you to know that things are happening at Emmanuel. The parish responded generously to the annual Backpack Project, and a wonderful mix of folks prepared the backpacks and other school supplies for children across Baltimore headed back to school. Our organ scholar, Jordan Prescott, is back, regularly filling the building with music as he practices; the staff is engaged in preparing for Sunday and for the coming weeks and months. Folks have been here measuring and surveying the building with so that we can move ahead with the Accessibility Project and our commitment to making the buildings more welcoming to all. A plasterer is making much needed repairs in the Gallery and in the Peace Chapel. Without wearing blinders or being naive, we are looking ahead.  

The Wednesday noonday Eucharist resumes on September 12, and there are plans in the works to have an adult education component sometime in the fall.  As I mentioned, the Forum resumes this Sunday with a session lead by our Senior Warden on what we are hearing from you and our shared hope for Emmanuel. Our splendid choir also returns on Sunday, enriching and enhancing our worship. We are putting in place our Stewardship efforts for the coming year.

On a personal note, I will be here through Sunday, September 16th, and then Tim and I are off for a long-planned trip to France. I return on October 21st and will be here as your Interim Rector until the search process is completed.

If you have been dis-engaged, please re-engage. If you have been here all along, thank you.  All of you, come on back as we look forward to a new season in the life of this wonderful parish.

— Jim Holmes