Gene Robinson's Inaugural Invocation
January 21, 2009
Here’s a copy of the Rt Reverend Gene Robinson’s opening prayer which kicked off the inauguration festivities.¬† Sadly,
it wasn’t broadcast – HBO, for whatever reason, felt that it wasn’t worth putting on TV.¬† I think HBO is wrong, so I’m putting it here.¬† Enjoy!
The Gold Star, though, goes to Joe Lowery, who did get broadcast but is worth watching a second time:
Unwind this Wedneday
January 20, 2009
This Wednesday we’ll be meeting in a sacred space to spend an hour in silent meditation and worship to clear our heads
after the holidays. If an hour sounds like an awfully long time to “do nothing,” fear not! We will have mandalas and icons, iPods and mantras, space for sitting, laying down, walking around, yoga, or dance. Options for everyone to be silent and worship together. Afterward we will break our silence as we break bread (and other good food).
We’ll be meeting in various spaces at Union Theological Seminary at 120th St & Broadway. When you get to Union, give Isaac a call at 917.306.2442 to find out where we are.
Jesus and Siddhartha
January 15, 2009
BECOMING BUDDHA / BECOMING CHRIST
By j. SNODGRASS
The Characters:
- Siddhartha
- Jesus
The Setting :
There is a large projected image in the background – on one side, a very round
golden Buddha statue.¬† On the other side, an emaciated, bloody, crucified Christ.¬† As the play begins, SIDDHARTHA sits up, meditating.¬† JESUS is curled on the ground asleep.¬† Then he awakens…
JESUS : …Where am I?¬† Ow…¬† My head…¬† I was praying…in a garden…¬† I must have fallen asleep.
SIDDHARTHA : I also fell asleep, beneath a tree.  I saw you here sleeping.  I recognized you.
JESUS : Yeah, I do a lot of
public speaking.  That bit about the sower of seeds, who just scatters them, willy-nilly?  I came up with that.  The crowds love it.
SIDDHARTHA : …Ah, yes.¬† A joke.¬† For in truth there is no sower.¬† There are no seeds.
JESUS : …Well, not literally, no.¬† It’s just a story.
SIDDHARTHA : But your…stand-up comedy is not how I know you.¬† I’ve seen you in visions, worshiped¬† as the Christ, the only son of God, who was with God before all things came into being.
JESUS : (Pause.¬† Then he laughs) Oh!¬† So you’re the comedian.¬† Only son of God!¬† That’s rich!¬† Just wait till I tell the guys I hang out with!¬† I couldn’t use it my routine, though, because it’s…you know…blasphemy.
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bearing gifts we traverse afar
January 9, 2009
On Wednesday, January 7th, Transmission celebrated the Feast of the Epiphany, the day when the three Magi brought gifts to Jesus. Actually, there are quite a lot of misconceptions surrounding this tale. First of all, they were not necessarily kings or wise men; the term “magi” is often associated with magicians and astrologers. It’s the same term used to describe Simon ‚ÄúMagus,‚Äù the first heretic, who tried to bribe Peter into selling the “magic of Jesus.” Oddly enough, the story of the three Gentile magicians is found in Mathew, the most Jewish of the Gospels. And here’s
another misconception: there is nothing in the Bible that says that there were three of them, it only says that they brought three gifts: gold, frankincense, myrrh. It could have been two magi or twenty!
Finally, there is the matter of where and when the three magi met Jesus. We always imagine the magi appearing with their gifts in the manger the night Jesus was born. This may have been true for the shepherds (who are not in Mathew by the way), but it would have been impossible for the magi. Mathew says that the Magi came to Judea ‚ÄúAfter Jesus was born in Bethlehem,‚Äù (Matt 2:1) The Magi do inquire about the location of Jesus’s birth, and are told it was in Bethlehem, but instead of going to Bethlehem they ‚Äúwent on their way, and the star they had seen in the east went ahead of them until it stopped over the place where the child was.‚Äù (Matt 2:7) Thus they followed the star, precisely because Jesus was not easily locatable in Bethlehem, and because the star told them where he was, presumably in Nazareth. The journey of the magi, which started at Jesus‚Äô birth, must have taken years, so it is most likely that the Magi arrived with their gifts when Jesus was about two. This also explains why Herod wanted to kill every child around the age of two or younger. (Matt 2:14)
To celebrate this occasion we decided to take a long journey like the Magi. And like the Magi we wanted to bring with us gifts. But since we could not bring gifts for the Christ child specifically we decided to bring gifts for his brothers and sisters the needy. We organized a canned food drive and collected cans during our pilgrimage which we deposited at a local food pantry. In all, we collected 39 cans of food!
It was not a good night for traveling – the streets were wet with the day’s rain and spurts of water still drizzled down through the sky. The onset of night had shrouded our journey in darkness and the bitter cold began to freeze the water on the streets. Yet we decided to carry through with our expedition.
We all met up at Sarah‚Äôs apartment for some readings, had some hors d’oeuvres, and then we loaded up and headed to Isaac’s. On the way we talked of our own journeys and what gifts we brought into the New Year. When we reached Isaac’s we were welcomed by his wife Katie, and we had a sing along of traditional Epiphany songs, including “Brightest and Best” and ‚ÄúWe Three Kings.‚Äù Then we tromped our way to Union Theological Seminary where we refreshed ourselves with a sort of communion at Paul‚Äôs house before our final stop, visiting an actual newborn baby, courtesy of John and Elizabeth Snodgrass.
It was a night of experiences carrying our burdens through the streets, telling stories on the bus, singing together, and playing with the children. Our short hike through upper Manhattan was surely different from the long trek of the Magi, but in the end I felt the same warmth of community and fellowship that I am sure they must have experienced as they went on their adventure to see the Christ.
Sitting Vigil in a Dying Church
January 6, 2009
So in Boston, the Catholic church has had to close a lot of its parishes, selling them off to raise money.¬† Four of those churches, however, have decided that they don’t want to go gently into the good night, and have been sitting vigil in the church buildings around the clock, prevening the diocese from locking the doors.¬† They’re putting on their own clergy-less worship service, and apparently the feeling of community has grown tremendously.
Personally, I’m a realist about church life – keeping a building open costs a lot of money, and building mainteance isn’t always the most Jesus-like way for a church to use its resources.¬† I don’t think that churches dying is a tragedy as long as new churches are planted.¬† Cells in our body die all the time and are replaced with new ones, and it’s a natural part of the life cycle.¬† That said, I think that these vigils are an amazing testament to the bottom-up nature of the Body of Christ.¬† Just like a mustard bush, the Church of God springs up like a weed in places that the gardner doesn’t always want it to,
and it can be really, really hard to get rid of.
My prayers are with both those holding vigil and the diocesan leaders, and I’ll be watching how this develops with interest.
You can read more about it here: http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/06/us/06vigil.html?pagewanted=1&_r=1&em
Happy New Year!
January 2, 2009
Last night, at Isaac and Katie’s cozy apartment in Washington Heights, Transmission held its 2008 New Year’s Eve get-together. Katie prepared a feast of shrimp in a spicy tomato marinade, Greek style mushroom pie, warm French bread, radishes with apple and celery spice, and flourless chocolate cake and pies for dessert. It was the height of delectability.
Present at the bash were myself, Isaac, Katie, two guests from an emergent church in Canberra, Australia, Mabel and three of her friends, Sarah, and Ula and her friend Steve.
We started out with a discussion of circumcision, December 31st being the Feast of the Circumcision, as well as the Feast of the Holy Name. Historically, this day, December 31, or the 4th of Tevet as the Hebrew calendar puts it, was the day the Christ child was circumcised and given the name Jesus. They actually went against the orders of the Archangel Gabriel who had said “His name shall be Emmanuel.” Emmanuel was Hebrew for God is with us. Jesus was derived from the older Hebrew name Yeshua, for God’s salvation. Though the earth didn’t swallow the family up for not following orders, you wonder whether there’d have been any difference if our savior had been named Emmanuel Christ!
Isaac explained to us that circumcision was, in the Jewish tradition, the way of marking the faithful. It was what separated them from others, and those who weren’t circumcised were to be cut off from their people. According to Genesis, God said that any uncircumcised male “has broken my covenant.”
However, in the years after Christ, the apostle Paul wrote that circumcision was meaningless: salvation came through the spirit, and had nothing to do with one’s skin.  He wrote in Philippians, “It is we who are the circumcision, we who worship by the spirit of God, who glory in Christ Jesus, and who put no confidence in the flesh.”
Yet there has remained debate over whether circumcision should be required or not. As some members pointed out, circumcising newborns used to be custom at hospitals, often done without asking parents. Only in recent years has that shifted.
Then came Isaac’s question: what for us is the mark of the faithful? What shows that we are Christians? And also what kind of judgment have we experienced from other Christians or have we shown towards others based on an outward characteristic?
Mabel spoke of her inability to sit next to homeless people on the subway, because of the smells. She was reminded of a friend who was able to do so without a second thought. I spoke of the word “saved” and the meaning people seem to attach to it as being a kind of rubber stamp of the Christian, in evangelical circles: it seems like saved is a status, a kind of static title one can hold. For me, though, salvation is a process we live throughout
our lives. We can fall away from salvation or we can go towards it, and ultimately we never know whether we’re saved or not until our judgment comes.
After singing a psalm that Isaac had put to music, we enjoyed some good long conversation and singing around Isaac’s guitar. When midnight came, it was actually very casual: Isaac and Katie don’t have a TV or radio, so we just counted down ourselves using the clock on Isaac’s laptop. Afterwards, a brief toast and some more talking late into the morning hours before we all headed home. ( I had a strange journey home. Here’s the story…)
Bono once sang, “Nothing changes on New Year’s Day.” I happen to agree, but that line misses the point. New Year’s isn’t supposed to change anything: it’s meant to summon the hope of change, the hope of renewal. The idea that we can start over and wipe the slate clean, however much time it takes. Our new president is channeling that hope. Whether Obama lives up to his promises or not, these last months have brought many of us hope in a brighter future. What some see in Obama is exactly what the shepherds saw in the newborn Jesus: the arrival of a savior who could shake down unjust kingdoms and renew the earth. Let us rejoice in Him now and forever, and fulfill the promises that He made, whether our new earthly rulers do so or not.
Transmitting 12/17/08
January 2, 2009
On December 17, there was Transmissioning, and it was good. The Transmission group headed to Dan Marrin’s swank brownstone in Greenpoint, Brooklyn. Mabel Bermejo prepared an Italian dinner, garlic bread and spaghetti, for our group of seven people, and Isaac led the ritual. He started with group songs and then read us a story from The Way of the Wolf, a collection of stories about bunnies, wolves and nature that start out sounding like children’s stories, but end as provocative and mature parables showing what it means to be Christian.
Then came the fun. Our theme for the night was “free gifts” and the free grace that we’ve been given through Christ. We don’t have to earn or pay for the love of God: salvation has been given to us through his son and our love for Him. So, in that spirit we brought each other gifts that cost us nothing and exchanged them. Each gift had its story, like Mabel’s Israeli soap (which she initially mistook for candy), Paul’s Bible Memory Match cards (random religious stuff- yay!) and Katie’s purple scarf (Who’d think Santa Claus would take the form of an Indian tailor?)
Afterwards, we held prayers for any of us who needed consolation and did a laying on of hands for personal healing.  My roommates came in just as we were laying our hands on top of people’s heads and praying:
All of us are going through trials and changes. Though we know our blessings, we pray we can face our challenges with grace and faith, knowing that we have friends we can turn to along the way. 
Isaac announced that he’ll be hosting Christmas Eve and New Year’s Eve get-togethers. So mark your calendars for those and keep reading the updates as they come in!
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!