Saturday, August 11, 2012

Bread of Life

[Note: This is the text of the sermon for Sunday, August 12.]

This is the first time I have stood before you since I sent a letter saying that I have been called to be the Dean of Trinity Cathedral in Davenport. I told the vestry and staff in person, and the response I generally got was, “How wonderful for you! Oh, wait…that means you’ll be leaving. How sad for us!” I have to admit that my response is pretty much the same: excitement at the adventure which will soon begin, regret that it means leaving all of you. I have said before, and no doubt I will say again, that without my three years at Christ Church I could not even consider becoming the dean of a cathedral. I have learned a lot on our short journey together, and together we have made this a better place. I have always maintained that this was your parish before I came, and will be yours when I leave. I just didn’t expect to leave so soon!

Many of you have been coming to this church for a long time. At our staff meeting this week, Deacon George mentioned that he has worked with six different rectors. (I’m not sure whether he was bragging or complaining!) That kind of long-term commitment is one of the strengths of Christ Church. Another is the fact that it is an Episcopal church, one in which the liturgy carries a lot of the weight of worship. Who leads the service does matter; I know that many of you are attuned to the content and especially the length of the sermon, for instance. But even if the sermon is not to your liking, Jesus is still here. Jesus comes to us in the people around us. Most importantly, Jesus comes to us in the Eucharist that we celebrate every week.

At the moment we are smack in the middle of hearing the entire sixth chapter of the Gospel of John, which is all about Eucharist. “I am the bread of life,” Jesus says. “Whoever comes to me will never be hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.” Taken at face value, that sounds ridiculous. It surely did to some who knew Jesus when he was a boy, crawling around in the sawdust of Joseph’s carpentry shop. Typically, John refers to these scoffers as “the Jews,” his term for the religious leaders who rejected Jesus. Given that Jesus and his disciples were also Jews, it is clearly not intended as the ethnic term we use today.

“I am the living bread that came down from heaven,” Jesus said. What does that mean? What does it mean when the priest asks God to sanctify bread and wine so they become the Body and Blood of Jesus Christ? Anglicans wisely refuse to give a definite answer to that question. “Christ is really present in the bread and wine,” we say, without spelling out the details. We treat the elements reverently but we don’t worship them. We know Jesus is somehow present, and that’s enough explanation.

Trained as a scientist, I like definite answers and logical explanations. On the other hand, I know when I encounter mystery, something that is beyond science’s way of knowing. Jesus is both. There is the human element of his time on earth, something we can relate to through our own humanity. There is also the divine element drawing us toward the eternal. We eat bread and drink wine, but we also have something more, something greater, something that binds us to God and to one another.

That something, that Jesus, transcends you and me. It also connects us. When we come to the Eucharist, we are connected to all those who have come before us at Christ Church, and all those who will follow us. Even when I am no longer present, I will be with you here in the Eucharist, just as you will be with me at every Eucharist at Trinity Cathedral. It is the blessing that God has given us through Jesus Christ. Remember that blessing, that gift, in the midst of this time of transition that we are all about to enter.

[Pentecost 11: John 6:35, 41-51.]

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