My apologies again this week. I’m writing this from our diocesan Camp and Conference Center (ECC) where I’m spending the weekend on retreat with the deacons of Rhode Island. It’s an incredible blessing to spend this time with them, to get reacquainted after being dispersed around the state and from each other for over a year, to hear their stories, and to pray together. In fact it’s such a blessing that I lost track of the days. One of them, The Rev. Ted Hallenback looked at me today at lunch, and asked what I was going to do for a video sermon this week…
Whoops.
So, though I hadn’t intended to do so this week, the only option I have is to repost a sermon from three years ago. It’s a good sermon – and it’s essentially what I’m intending to say to the deacons as we worship together tomorrow morning in the barn here on the property.
It’s reflection on the physical, bodily resurrection that we confess our belief in each week as we say the Creeds together. But this week’s Gospel reading is also a reminder that though our bodies in the coming Kingdom of God are new and glorious, they are still our bodies and bear the wounds we have suffered during our lives. If that seems like a disappointment to you, perhaps it’s because you and I don’t see the suffering we experience in the same way that God sees it. Rather than a sign of punishment or disfavor, our wounds, in as much as we can participate in Christ’s woundedness, are the means by which we (and the World around us) are healed. They aren’t signs of illness, but rather they are signs of healing.
It’s rather a paradox isn’t it?
You can view or download the video of the sermon here.
And The Rev. Andrew Gerns has posted his sermon on this text here. (It’s a fine sermon in case you’re looking for something new and not something reposted.)