3 Easter Yr A April 30 2017 Audio
Risen Lord, be known to us in the breaking of the bread. From the moment my journey in the Episcopal church began, this is the scripture, the prayer, the action, that made the presence of Jesus Christ real for me. There is nothing about church, about community, about family, about faith, about compassion and justice, about baptismal promises, about a passion for the gospel of Jesus Christ, that is not contained in this little collection of words, if only we can recognize. Risen Lord, be known to us in the breaking of the bread.
As a child, I lived in a community of people. I am five of
eight. There were most always people around, and the liveliest times of the day
were our dinner meal. We would scrunch around our kitchen table, someone would
have to sit on a stool at the counter, actually, the bread board, remember
bread boards? in order to get us all in. I wonder if then I recognized the
wonder in all that chaos. When my extended family would gather for holidays
there were 23 of us grandchildren. We would enjoy a meal together, but not much
quiet. Often many of us little one’s would end up staying the night wherever we
were, eating breakfast and lunch together the next day, and playing of course.
I think the seeds of understanding Jesus’ real presence were planted in those
gatherings.
In the summer of 2013, Rick and I, and Tom and Amanda, and
Willie went on an incredible journey, and among many amazing things we did, we
met some of our Norwegian relatives. They were as happy to meet us as we were to
meet them. A cousin, Jan, took us to see the land on which our ancestors
farmed. We were profoundly moved as we stood on that land, and felt the
timeless connection to those who came before us, and those who will follow us.
We recognized that connection, that story that joins us all together. At Jan's
home, we ate a wonderful meal of Norwegian porridge, and pork, and cheese, and
bread, of course. The next day we gathered with my cousins Kjell and MaryAnn,
and had heart shaped waffles with cloudberries.
Risen Lord, be known to us in the breaking of the
bread.
It makes so much sense, as we journey together through this
life, that breaking bread together is the central activity for us, we come from
farmers after all. The most radical activity that Jesus engaged in was to
invite people to a meal. And everyone got that invitation. Not only were there
religious leaders, there were tax collectors, there were women, single women at
that, women who were protected by no one. At table Jesus taught about the
kingdom of God. At table Jesus disrupted the social order. At table, Jesus
nourished not only the body, but the spirit and the soul as well.
When we gather together at this table we come from home and
work and school; we come from far away and down the street, we come and we tell
our story, and we tell the story of God’s activity in our lives; we tell the
story of creation, blessing, turning away, God loving us back into
relationship, repentance, reconciliation and restoration. We tell the story of
life, death, and resurrection. We tell the truth.
The story that we know and we tell, is about how God saved
God's people from the flood waters, and God freed God's people from slavery in
Egypt. God brought God's people out of exile back into their land and God came
to live and die as one of us, Jesus is in our midst.
We read and we study and tell these stories. We listen and
talk about what God did and continues to do in this world. We tell these
stories to our children. And we do because they help us remember who we are. We
remember who we are and we recognize one another and we are recognized in the
breaking of the bread and the prayers. We give thanks for our blessings; we ask
for healing for ourselves and others, we eat together.
That is what happened with the two in our story today, who
were walking away from Jerusalem, dejected, alone, afraid. Wondering what it
was all about, wondering how it all went so very wrong. And the one who told
the story of Moses and all the prophets, who told them the story of Jesus,
joined them. They invited him to stay, he did, they ate together, and they
recognized him.
We recognize Jesus in the people with whom we gather to
share and tell our stories, and the stories of our faith; we recognize Jesus in
the breaking of the bread, we see Jesus in the hands, and in the eyes, and in
the faces of the people at our sides as we come to this table to eat.
But we also recognize Jesus in the stranger, and the alien,
and the immigrant. We see and hear Jesus in those who are out there, those who
continue to live in isolation, in loneliness, in hurt, in this broken world. We
recognize the freedom, the peace, the community that can be theirs as well.
Risen Lord, be known to us in the breaking of the bread. You
see, it’s not just in the baking of the bread, it is in the breaking of the
bread, the bread broken for you and for me, the body broken for you and for me.
Our wholeness comes from brokenness, our healing rises up out of broken hearts
that are mended by God’s love. Humanity is made whole once more by the real
presence of Jesus in our midst, in our lives, in our brokenness, the broken
bread.
Risen Lord, be known to us in the breaking of the bread.
Help us to recognize you in word and sacrament, in story and in food, help us
to see you in the midst of this community, and help us to see you in those we
greet each day. Help us to be agents of your new creation, standing on the
ground that you have already won in your resurrection. And help us to be your
ministers, to go out and be your hands and feet. Help us to help others to
recognize you.
For that is what we are called to do in our baptism. That is
what we are called to do each time we renew our baptismal promises, as we will
do here today as Hayden is being baptized, each time we come to this table to
take the broken Jesus, and return the love that is first given to us. We die
with Jesus, and we rise with Jesus, to serve and love, to be the hands and feet
of Jesus.
Alleluia! Christ is risen. The Lord is risen indeed.
Alleluia! 3 Easter Yr A April 30 2017 Audio
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