Monday, March 31, 2014

I know your works—your love, faith, service, and patient endurance. (Revelation 2:19a )



Today's reflection is by 
Thea Keith-Lucas, Episcopal Chaplain at MIT

I keep shifting our copy of Boston Magazine from room to room without reading it. The cover story is a guide to this year’s marathon, and I don’t want to have to think about marathons. Like everyone around me, I was shaken by last year: a bombing in the heart of my city, an officer killed guarding my campus, the eerie quiet of sheltering in place.

It was also a hard time for a more personal reason, one that seems ridiculous compared to the experiences of those who lost a loved one or who were injured or who have to live with the memories of witnessing the explos
ion first-hand. My problem was just that I had no idea what to do.

Many kind people reached out to me with prayers and support. Some told me how glad they were that I was there to help bring healing to MIT. I thanked them, feeling like a fraud. Three months into the job, I knew a few dozen people by name, and none very well. Some healer.

It helps to remember that God knows me fully, in my strengths and in my limitations. My human eyes see things so starkly: Either I can work miracles or I can do nothing worthwhile. God teaches me to see things more clearly and more gently. To God, I can say: You know I don’t have much to work with here, but I’ll try my best. I trust you to take care of the rest.

Saturday, March 29, 2014

I will walk with integrity of heart within my house. (Psalm 101:2b)



Today's reflection is by Cameron Partridge
Episcopal Chaplain at Boston University

One Sunday afternoon in October of my freshman year of college, my roommate picked up a message from my mom.  Call back immediately: there was a fire.  An inferno was raging in the Oakland hills, racing down toward my mom’s neighborhood.  Scores of homes were burning to the ground, and smoke was trapping people in the hairpin canyon roads.  My mom was preparing to evacuate, her dissertation and the family cat stuffed into the back of the car.  Was there anything I wanted her to bring? Yes, I said: my steamer trunk.  It had been my grandmother’s and held my journals, autographed baseballs, old coins, childhood mementos.  Sorry, too big, she replied.  From my three thousand mile remove, deep in the drama of becoming an adult, my childhood was basically on fire. 

Amazingly, my mom’s neighborhood survived, protected by fire fighters who somehow held the line in the hills above.  But even if it had joined the blocks and blocks of smoldering ruins, stone steps descending to nowhere and chimneys rising from rubble, the question of what to take and what to leave behind – of how to walk with integrity – would have persisted.  

Integrity is not simply honesty.  It is integrative, incorporative.  Integrity springs forward from the foundations of who and where we have been, into futures as surprising as they are authentic.

Friday, March 28, 2014

There appeared a woman with a spirit that had crippled her for eighteen years... When Jesus saw her, he called her over and said, “Woman, you are set free from your ailment.” (Luke 13:11a, 12)



Today's reflection is by Mario Melendez
Ministry Associate in the Episcopal Chaplaincy at Boston University


The fear of being sick and the lack of compassionate and affordable health care is for millions of people a reality of pain, suffering, and in some tragic cases of death. While some critics of health care reform point to access to the Emergency Room to claim that there is health care for people who cannot afford it, the facts and data say otherwise. The Emergency Medical Treatment and Active Labor Act (EMTALA) requires hospitals and clinics to provide care to anyone with an “emergency medical condition”. The problem is the following: if you are having a heart attack they will treat you, but the bypass surgery you need to not have another one is out of reach. The phrase “God only helps those who help themselves” (a saying that is attributed to Benjamin Franklin among other sources of his era) is an unbiblical idea used in certain circles to deny compassionate and affordable health care to millions of people, since it is claimed that it is the individual and the Church who should be taking care of the sick and the vulnerable in our society. However, this reasoning fails to recognize one of the most important questions to ask someone who is sick: ‘what do you need? ‘
Without being asked by the woman or by anyone else, Jesus answers: he sees her and he heals her. First, we must note that Jesus sees her. Part of the problem in our society is that we fail to see, recognize, and acknowledge the most vulnerable of us. Jesus sees the woman and he calls her to him, breaking in the process the social norm of not speaking to a woman in public. Then the woman is not asked by Jesus to believe in him, she is not asked to repent from sins, and he does ask for payment or to give anything in return: Jesus heals her. This act of healing has an ontological meaning because she is “set free” from her condition and per a later verse in this passage from the Gospel according to St. Luke, Jesus said that she is in fact “set free from this bondage”. She is rescued from a reality that, in ancient times, was believed to be reserved for those who were out of favor with God due to their own wickedness or of the parents. Jesus sees her and he sets her free.
In this season of Lent let us not just pray for everyone who is suffering this minute because of sickness and disease but we must ask ourselves: what can we do for those denied access to affordable and compassionate health care? Is our debate of the role of government, the private sector, the Church, and the individual in health care making us blind and not allowing us to first “see”, recognize, and acknowledge not just the suffering of the sick that continues every day but also their humanity? Will we allow health care to continue to be treated as a commodity? Are we ready to ask “what do you need?” and are we ready to listen? Let us pray and take action so that everyone can be “set free” and have a chance to a flourishing life, and be treated with dignity and respect; this includes when were are at our must vulnerable, and facing the bondage of physical and mental ailment.

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Always be ready to make your defense to anyone who demands from you an account of the hope that is in you. (1 Peter 3:15b)

Today's reflection is by Kari Jo Verhulst,
Lutheran Chaplain at MIT and Pastor at University Lutheran Church

Have you heard this passage before from First Peter? Growing up in a deeply Christian environment, I certainly did. Usually it was to cajole us in being ready to “witness” to our faith, and it make me panic. I wasn’t sure I could “defend” myself—I had enough trouble on the playground, and in the realities of childhood and adolescence I didn’t always feel hopeful.

But it got better. (Isn’t that the hope of growing up?) Now I take these words as an invitation to pray for the grace to hope when I feel hopeless. When I do feel hopeful—in big (love will conquer hate) or small (spring will finally show up) ways, I take this as a call to silly-grinned freedom in the face of anyone who might demand to know: “What are you smiling at?” I smile, laugh, love, and hope because I have seen, heard, touched, and tasted the love of God in Jesus—in bread and wine, and lots of potlucks; in song and prayer, and endless conversation; in silence and rest.

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Does God not see my ways, and number all my steps? If I have walked with falsehood and my foot has hurried to deceit— let me be weighed in a just balance, and let God know my integrity! (Job 31:4-6)

Today's reflection is by
Teresa Baker Peters
Alumna of the Lutheran Episcopal Ministry at MIT


I participated in the interdenominational Ash Wednesday service at Stanford this year.  At the beginning of the service everyone was given a paper and pencil and asked to write down a sin or need for healing.  Then everyone processed to the front of the church and put their paper in a bowl of fire to burn as a symbol of asking God for help.  I've been reading a book, "The New Jim Crow", and caught an article or two with comments from speakers at Martin Luther King Jr. Day gatherings, and found a clear prayer in my head for help with the injustice of the prison system in the US and help for the many who are incarcerated and burdened by past incarceration.

I feel bewildered about what to do, but was glad when I saw an article about a bill going through congress that would reduce the length of minimum prison sentences for drug crimes.  It's a very small step, but it's a step. I'll keep praying for justice and help.  I am glad God numbers our steps and I hope to act with integrity even in the things I am implicitly part of.

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Show your goodness, O Lord...to those who are true of heart. (Psalm 125:5)

Today's reflection is by Thea Keith-Lucas
Episcopal Chaplain at MIT

Honesty is hard work. I remember riding my bike home from school and trying out twelve different ways I could tell my parents the story of some mistake. Which one would let me slide right by the truth of my failure? Telling the simple hard truth still isn't easy. There are countless opportunities in every day to smooth things over, go with the flow, put the best spin on something. Most dangerous are the stories we tell ourselves, when we put on a brave face and pretend that everything is just fine.

I recently discovered this poem by Galway Kinnell. It's no good, the poet says, to experience our emotions only halfway. We won't get anywhere if we only let ourselves have feelings that are appropriate and under control. In its gentle, comic way, this poem invites us to be "true of heart". When we are honest right down to our hearts, we can find true happiness, for then we can touch the endlessly loving heart of God.

Crying

Crying only a little bit
is no use. You must cry
until your pillow is soaked!
Then you can get up and laugh.
Then you can jump in the shower
and splash-splash-splash!
Then you can throw open your window
and, "Ha ha! ha ha!"
And if people say, "Hey
what's going on up there?"
"Ha ha!" sing back, "Happiness
was hiding in the last tear!
I wept it! Ha ha!"

Monday, March 24, 2014

If you know these things, you are blessed if you do them. (John 13:17)

Today's reflection is by Kori Pacyniak,
Member of the Episcopal Chaplaincy at Boston University
 
It is often said that knowledge is power. Knowledge is also privilege and responsibility. The verse from John comes from the last supper discourse after Jesus washed the feet of his disciples.  It is a variation of the familiar concept, “with great power comes great responsibility,” however, Jesus speaks not of responsibility but of being blessed. Serving others should not be something that we view as an obligation or responsibility, but as a blessing – a chance to do for others what Jesus did for us. My late grandmother didn’t have the opportunity to attend school beyond the sixth grade, but found much of her calling in the ministry of hospitality. She would walk to church daily for services and visit sick neighbors on the way home, bringing them food and spending time with them. There was always room for more at her table and no one ever left her house empty handed. In the hectic lives of her grandchildren, sometimes we just wanted to quickly drop by, but we would almost always find ourselves sitting down for a meal of sorts and leaving with a box of homemade food. While I often think that those of us who knew my grandmother were the ones blessed by her presence and her ministry, it is something that gave her such joy and let her love radiate out through what she did for others.

Saturday, March 22, 2014

Hear a just cause, O Lord; attend to my cry; give ear to my prayer from lips free of deceit. (Psalm 17:1)



Today's reflection is by Kari Jo Verhulst
Lutheran Chaplain at MIT and Pastor at University Lutheran Church

When my daughter was 4, her favorite book was Watch Me. In it, a child describes his day from waking to returning to bed, instructing the reading at every turn to “watch me.” “I’m waking, watch me.” “I’m dancing, watch me.” “I’m eating, watch me.” And so on.
To us, her parents, the book grew monotonous quickly. But to our daughter, the child’s open desire to be seen and noticed struck a chord, and bedtime after bedtime she would act out each step of the boy’s day as we read, shouting at us: “watch me!”.
Truth be told, we didn’t always watch No parent can keep watch with the kind of singularity that a young child can demand, which is probably for the best. But in our better parenting moments, we gave her sufficient attention for the day, and we tried never to shame or scold her for her desire to be seen.
“Hear me!” the psalmist pleas. “Attend to my cry.” “Give ear to my prayer.” How wonderfully presumptuous. Have you laid claim to God’s attention this way? With the confidence and expectation of a young child, combined with the agitation of grown up life? It’s worth a try. Channel your inner 4-year-old, in moments of joy—“come see what I’ve made!” Or terror—“listen to me now!” Or compassion—“listen Lord to your groaning world!” Or mundanity—“walk with me this day.”

Friday, March 21, 2014

The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he has anointed me to bring good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim release to the captives and recovery of sight to the blind, to let the oppressed go free. (Luke 4:18)

Today’s reflection is by Cameron Partridge
Episcopal Chaplain at Boston University

In these famous words, unique to the Gospel of Luke, Jesus takes up a proclamation from what biblical scholars call “third Isaiah” (Is 61:1).  He reads these words in the midst of the synagogue and when he finishes, he claims that “today” – in their lifetime, even “in their hearing”– the prophecy was “fulfilled.” So startling was this claim, that as he returned to his seat no one could take their eyes off him.  Here were these words incarnate.

The Lukan Jesus embodied liberation and release.  He took up these words, enacted them, everywhere.  As Luke’s version of the Transfiguration (9:28-36) uniquely underscores, even what Jesus would go on to “accomplish at Jerusalem”—the very paschal mystery into which we are walking this Lent – was an exodon, an exodus.  And what was the Exodus but liberation from captivity?


As we ourselves stare at these words, we too are invited to hear them as enfleshed, embodied.  And if we receive them this way, we are challenged to ask ourselves: from what do we need to be released?  What in your life is being set free?