September
                4, 2005 
The 16th Sunday after Pentecost                         Gospel: Romans
                  13: 8-14              On
                Friday, a friend who is also a priest and a respected theologian
                here in Memphis called me. “This hurricane is the most
                catastrophic event in my lifetime," he said. Since he served
                in World War II and has been a priest for 52 years, I said, “What
                do you mean? How is this different from war, or even from 9/11?”             “It
                feels like civilization is coming apart,” he responded. “After
                9/11, we could take our pulse; we were focused, centered, and
                unified. Now there is such confusion and chaos. We desperately
                need to hear more about the providence and grace of God.”              “Oh,” I
                said weakly, “Did you know I’m scheduled to preach
                on Sunday?” “Yes,” he said, “That’s
                why I called; I’ll be praying for you.”             That
                sobering conversation reminded me of a graphic poem written by
                William Butler Yeats in the 1920s. It’s called "The
                Second Coming", and it begins:             Turning
                  and turning in the widening gyre 
              The
              falcon cannot hear the falconer; 
              Things
              fall apart; the center cannot hold; 
              Mere
              anarchy is loosed upon the world, 
              The
              blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere 
              The
              ceremony of innocence is drowned; 
  The best lack all conviction, while the worst 
              Are
              full of passionate intensity.”                           "The
                center cannot hold." Is that what people of faith believe?              No. As
                  inadequate as I feel to speak in the face of such tragedy and
                  loss, I want to say clearly and firmly that our Center, our
                  God, does hold. Perhaps more than ever, in the midst of crisis,
                  God is with us.             I
                believe this with all my heart. Over thirty years ago, I lived
                through my own personal hurricane, a time when I felt, like Yeats,
                that the center could not hold. But good and caring friends put
                their love for me into action. One of them took me to a silent
                retreat where, the first night, I heard this passage from the
                prophet Isaiah:             But
                now thus says the Lord, 
            He
                who created you, O Jacob; 
            He
                who formed you, O Israel. 
"Do
                not fear, for I have redeemed you; 
            I
                have called you by name, you are mine. 
            When
                you pass through the waters, I will be with you; 
              And
                through the rivers they shall not overwhelm you. 
              You
                are precious in my sight, 
And
                honored, and I love you."                           Those
                words changed my life. I heard them, I somehow believed them,
                and I have not been the same since. That Scripture, plus the
                action of friends, helped me regain my Center, and I urge us
                to use the same tools as we walk together through this tragedy.             At
                least 12,000 people have come to Memphis, wondering
                what became of their Center, how they can possibly hold their
                lives together. Let’s offer them words of hope and encouragement,
                but also, like my friends, let’s put our words into action.             How
                to do this? Hear what St. Paul says in today’s Epistle: ‘love
                your neighbor as yourself.’ Have we heard this so often
                that it has lost its punch? Paul is not talking about love as
                a feeling, an emotion. Love here is an act of will; it means
                doing something for the good of others, even if you don’t
                want to.             This
                week, Episcopal clergy in West Tennessee gathered with
                Bishop Johnson to strategize and coordinate our efforts. At
                that meeting, Craig Strickland, senior pastor at Hope Presbyterian
                Church, was  guest speaker. He said that last week he and
                his wife had each thought about inviting a family from New Orleans
                to stay with them, but each was afraid of what the other would
                say. “It is scary,” he said. “It is risky.
                Things can get stolen, or broken. We would screen people, but
                it’s still a risk, and it may not be very smart. But then
                I think of the gospel, and that stops me short.” As it
                turned out, his wife was thinking the same thing. They decided
                to have their adult children and grandchildren move in with them
                so they could offer two empty houses to two large families who
                had come to the church.             I
                felt acutely uncomfortable listening to him. Just how open am
                I to welcoming strangers into our house? Or moving out of ours
                so someone else can move in?              The
                bishop encouraged us to roll up our sleeves, open our churches,
                and cooperate with each other. He also warned us that this is
                a long-term situation. “Get busy,” he said, “but
                don’t overextend yourselves now, and burn out prematurely.
                This will be with us a long, long time.”              He
                is right, and we need to remember that. We also need to remember
                that God is with us, in all circumstances. This week, I talked
                to two women who are beset with personal crises and feel guilty!
                One woman’s mother-in-law has died, one woman was told
                her cancer has returned. They both said the same thing: “How
                can I feel bad when those people are suffering so much from the
                hurricane?”             God
                is with us in all things, not just in these national disasters.
                If you are suffering already, please don’t heap guilt on
                top of it. There will be plenty to do for a long time to come.              Speaking
                of doing more, it occurs to me that we could also do less: drive
                less, even buy less gasoline. If each of us bought one gallon
                less than we think we need, there would be a lot more available
                for everyone in the short term.              This
                sounds wildly impractical from one who has just driven back from
                Maine, but I wonder: Might we all learn from this hurricane that
                we can do with less?             As
                many of you know, Frank and I go to Maine every summer. People
                have started asking me, “What is it about Maine? Is it
                the lobster? The weather? The boating?” “Sure,” I
                say. “It’s all of that, and more.”              It
                is much more. This summer I realized what it is: I see better
                in Maine than anywhere else. I see the way the light slants on
                the water at sunset; I notice wildflowers along the dirt road
                we walk on; I watch ospreys build their nests and feed their
                young.              And
                then there is the sea glass that I love so much. Every time I
                find a piece, whether it’s an amber chunk or a tiny green
                sliver, I am thrilled. I pick it up and think, “This is
                how God feels about us, no matter what shape we are in. I rub
                the smooth surface across my face and remember how God has smoothed
                my rough edges. I bring it home and give it away. “Here,” I
                say, “take this and remember that no matter how battered
                or broken you are, you are precious to God.”             I
                wish I had enough glass to give a piece to every person who went
                through the hell of that hurricane, people whose lives are awash
                with chaos and confusion. They need to hear that God is with
                them, that they are loved and valued, and that nothing can separate
                them
                from
                the love of God in Christ
                Jesus. They need to know that they need not be afraid: the Center
                will definitely hold, now and forever.              Amen.             Copyright ©2005
                The Rev. Margaret Jones 
Preached at Calvary Episcopal Church, Memphis, TN             Gospel
                  Reading: Romans 13: 8-14 
              Owe no one anything, except to love one another; for the one
                  who loves another has fulfilled the law. The commandments, "You shall not commit adultery;
    You shall not murder; You shall not steal; You shall not covet"; and any
    other commandment. are summed up in this word, "Love your neighbor as
    yourself." Love does no wrong to a neighbor; therefore, love is fulfilling
    the law. Besides this, you know what time it is, how it is now the moment
    for you to wake from sleep. For salvation is nearer to us now than when we
    became
    believers; the night is far gone, the day is near. Let us then lay aside
    the works of darkness and put on the armor of light; let us live honorably
    as in
    the day, not in reveling and drunkenness, not in debauchery and licentiousness,
    not in quarreling and jealousy. Instead put on the Lord Jesus Christ, and
    make no provision for the flesh, to gratify its desires. NRSV (New Revised
    Standard
    Version) 
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