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Gordian Knot

Of all the ways you can talk about life, think with me about the image of the knot. All the questions, people, problems, and decisions are twisted together like that, aren’t they? Now imagine a knot which in fact has in it three knots, drawn in different directions, so that to pull one string one way, at the same time tightens another knot another way. You are stuck between options. No way out. That’s not all. When I was a rector, I had a parishioner who taught theoretical mathematics. I asked him what his thesis was about, and he replied ‘mapping knots in five dimensions’!  Like Harry Houdini, we can imagine tying ourselves up even tighter, a threefold knot in five dimensions. That is a good metaphor for hard decisions in your life!

In this same theme, there is a legend about Alexander the Great, who conquered the known world (not including Nigeria). In the fourth century B.C. When crossing through central Turkey, he came to a pagan temple dedicated to Zeus. A team of oxen was tied up outside the temple. Long ago the famous king Midas, son of Gordias, had created a threefold knot which no one was able to untie, and he prophesied that whoever succeeded in doing so would be the king of the world. Alexander tried, but failed, to untie it. Then he stepped back and gave it more thought. What happened next has two versions. According to one, he took hold of his sword, sliced the knot in two, and declared the puzzle solved. Alexander was king because he solved the knot as no other human could!  The second version goes like this- Alexander took his sword and cut down the post to which ox cart was tied. This solution challenged the terms on which the dilemma depended!  One more thing- the ancient god of that place was Dionysus, who was the lord of knots. The great king had at once fulfilled and overthrew the prophecy of the old gods of the place.

Our faith does not depend on myths, nor as Christians are we striving to enter a temple made by human hands.  But we are looking for access, to life, to hope, ultimately to the presence of God, as did generations and times before us. Access means to know where He may be found, and to be able to approach him. Access is what all sacrifice in human history has been really about, no matter the tribe or the continent or the era, even this strange time we live in today, where many think they can do fine without God.

Access is what we had in the beginning, in the Garden, in the relation to Him for which we were created. We were creatures, He the creator, and we still walked and talked with Him. Since the fall the way back to such access was barred by an angelic sword of fire turning this way and that.  Still we have a memory of it, a longing in pursuit of the appropriate words. We humans, of whatever religion or none, share the one thing, the hope for access, of home.

The question of access leads straight, as I say,  to the practice of sacrifice, for that is what it seeks to provide. Sacrifice may be found throughout the world, in the history of religion, and people who study it have lots of explanations, but the actions always have in them this same desire for restored access to life. Wherever we are from, our ancestors made sacrifice.  This brings us to our reading from the Epistle to the Hebrews, where the writer agrees that sacrifice, and in particular the sacrifice in the Temple to the God of Israel, has been a glimpse, a promise, of the true sacrifice to come in Jesus. The old sacrifice had to be performed over the over again, because it depends on us, and was our effort somehow to get back to the garden. But the sacrifice of Christ is once and for all- it opens a road that cannot be closed. This is because this road is opened from God’s side. His act is perfect. Secondly, our efforts are as imperfect as our own thoughts, actions, and motives, but Christ offers himself, fully, and without sin.

Recall this verse from an Easter hymn-  Praise we Him, whose love divine Gives His sacred blood for wine, Gives His body for the feast, Christ the Victim, Christ the Priest. Alleluia! 

We can put the matter another way.  Insight into sacrifice comes from both directions, above and below, God reaching out triumphantly downward to us, and the man Jesus offering himself up fully, though in the midst of fear and desolation. The two meet in the God-man Jesus, so that his action leaves a blessed mark on the world like none other.

Our reading is about sacrifice, and what we Christians make of it. On this question let’s circle back to that Gordian knot one more time, but now with the finished work of Jesus Christ in mind. Solving the knot of life remains an important question- the great king does not neglect it. But the great king offers sacrifice in a way no one else has or could. His sacrifice is the last one, and permanent. It is the pure one, though from the man of sorrows. That is what being a great king looks like.  And how does he slice through the knotted wrongs and confusions? with the sword piercing his side, with the sword of the Word declaring ‘it is finished.’ And this sacrifice does not cease because, still bearing the wounds, he is raised and ascended to where the father is, there to plead our case to him. Sacrifice goes on forever,  that one final sacrifice of his, because he goes on forever.

Does this mean that  neither God or we need our sacrifice? In a sense yes, since we have the confidence that the required work is accomplished. That is why Hebrews can speak so much about the ‘rest’ we have, even as we soldier on.  But there is another sense in which we do have something to offer, not because we need to find access, but because we already enjoy it. Our own prayer book speaks of a ‘sacrifice of praise and thanksgiving.’ When you receive a gift, these are what you do! We give our hearts to God in praise and thanksgiving as a result, not a cause. That is what this service is all about, named in Greek ‘the thanksgiving,’ eucharist Because our rest with God is already real and available, we can give that thanks as the service says ‘at all times and places, even the ones that are hard. That is the kind of life we are called by Jesus to live, as mothers’ union, at work, as parents, as confirmands, in our illness, in our joy. Struggle though we still do, the knot barring the true temple has been cut open, and there we dwell this and all our days. Amen.   

    

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Why Bishops Matter (and Don't)

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The last few days have involved enough things episcopal to last a decade! Thanks to all whose efforts made the events possible.

Last weekend I heard a bon mot of the great Archbishop of Canterbury Michael Ramsey. The question was whether having bishops is of the essence (esse) of simply the well-being (bene esse) of the Church. Ramsey quipped they must be of the esse, for they sure aren’t of the bene esse! After all that pomp it is good to take a little air out of the episcopal tires.

This has set me to thinking about the question, and I think the answer is that bishops do matter to the extent that their ministries make it plain that they don’t! By this I mean that they exist to point at, and remind us of, things true quite before and outside of them. They matter in pointing away from themselves, and in this are the same as clergy and lay leaders of the Church too.

 First of all, we recall that Paul always cites the apostles in his letters as witnesses of the resurrection of Jesus. That is the new and creative thing they are sent to tell people about. This means that bishops too, heirs and servants of that apostolic ministry, are to do that same thing. And it also means that they are not to worry overmuch about creativity or originality- those have been covered primarily by Jesus Christ, though we do think about how to lift up the news about Him in our time.

Secondly, priests in every place and time have oversight for the ministries of Word and sacrament, in companionship with their bishop. But the latter has a special care to protect the continuity and the recognize-ability of the Gospel. They are bridges, seeing that the same Gospel is received from our grandparents and passed on to our grandchildren. They are signs that salvation is the same for the human being in Dallas, Toronto, Cairo, and Singapore. Here too the particularity of the bishop is less important the reliability of what is passed on.

Third and finally, we can return to Archbishop Ramsey. He thought hard about the question of holding the more catholic and evangelical wings of the Church together. The first emphasized the apostolic succession of teaching, the second the apostolic succession of persons down the ages. Ramsey wanted to hold the two together, the latter existing to guarantee the former. So the point is this, the special role of bishops has the focused purpose of serving the faithful succession of the Creed, the gospel, the hearing of Scripture. Apart from these his or her ministry is of no consequence.

One last point of a different kind. Last Sunday I had a great time with Emmanuel Anglican Church, our Nigerian congregation at St. Luke’s. Members of their Mothers’ Union wore dresses with the picture of Mary Sumner, wife of an English bishop of the mid-19th century and fonder of the Union on them. I have written of her before. But it is good to recall once more that most mission in our tradition was initiated by lay men and women like her. The job of the bishops was not to get in the way, in Winchester’s case so his wife could get on with it.

I guess that means two cheers for bishops! But not on their own, but on the basis of what they exist to witness to. For me, as for all of us in the face of God’s call, there is a challenge, and a relief too.

Peace, GRS

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Complete the Race (II Timothy 4:17)

At the end of our vacation we find ourselves in Chicago for its Marathon weekend (the fastest, I have read this morning, perhaps because it is cool and relatively level). Marathons offer many good things. You can see world-class athletes from places like Ethiopia and Kenya. There is a feel of fiesta with signs by family members, getups by some for-fun runners, and food for sale.

But as I looked out my hotel window at 7:30 a.m., I watched the race of competitors who have lost legs or their use. Wheeling vehicles by arm for 26 miles means serious fitness and determination.

Those competitors were to me, this morning, a symbol of the Church too. For each is wounded. The larger family cheers them on. Each by grace has risen up to run the race. Ahead is the goal, the prize, the welcome home. We find the companionship of Jesus the Lord, there, and along the route too.

Amen.

GRS