Showing posts with label Holy Sepulchre. Show all posts
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Friday, November 15, 2019

SERMON FOR 33rd SUNDAY IN ORDINARY TIME (2 before Advent) - Veneration of Creation



Mal 4:1-2a, 2 Thess.3:6-13 and Luke 21:5-19    

‘These stones that have echoed thy praises are holy and dear is the ground where their feet have once trod; yet here they confessed they were strangers and pilgrims, and still they were seeking the city of God.’X


INTRODUCTION

Those are lines from a hymn often sung at the Feast of the Dedication of  a church – ‘In our Day of Thanksgiving’ – and I thought of them last week at this time as I, and a group of 22 pilgrims from East Greenwich, stood in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre in Jerusalem.  We had arrived at our final destination after time in the Galilee and were beginning our devotions in that city which is the focus of longings for Jews, Christians and Muslims. 

Yet the stones which generations have erected to protect the holy places, and the places themselves, are but outward symbols of that heavenly Jerusalem where God dwells with angels and saints, the great company of heaven of which each baptised person is a part.   

JERUSALEM AND ITS STONES
Jerusalem is a city which stirs deep feelings – both of passionate longing and love – and passionate disgust and hatred.  Its stones have been venerated and destroyed by many civilisations and, as Jesus prophesied, it’s Temple and the whole city was destroyed by the Romans just forty years later, in AD 70.   We had stood on Shabbat eve – Friday evening – looking at the remains of a small part of the Temple mount known as the ’Wailing Wall’, watching hundreds of Jews expressing their passion for Jerusalem as they sang and danced, wept and lamented and offered their prayers.  And, all the time, they were overlooked by the great Dome of the Rock built by Muslims over the site of the Jewish Holy of Holies in the late 7th century.

HOLY SEPULCHRE
But for us – Christians – it was not the Dome or Temple which, in the end, drew us; rather, it was that Church built over the Holy Sepulchre, the place where Christ was buried and rose from the dead, a few meters from the place where He was crucified and where Christians had ever since gathered to worship.  Yet their first church had also been destroyed and a Temple to Venus built by the Romans over the ruins which, later, enabled the Emperor Constantine, when he converted to Christianity in the early 4th c., to identify the spot and build a great basilica.  But, 300 years later, that was also destroyed by the Persians and its replacement destroyed again by Muslim forces in the year 1009. 

So the building we prayed in has echoed to the praises of pilgrims for a thousand years, but the site on which it stands for twice as long.  And I thought of those lines: ‘these stones that have echoed their praises are holy’.  And, in particular, I recalled them as I saw the way so many pilgrims venerated the slab of pink-veined marble marking the place where the body of Jesus lay after being taken from the Cross and placed in the Tomb.

DEVOTION AND VENERATION
One of the sad things about the Reformation is that it ended public displays of veneration – shrines and statues kissed by Christians for generations were destroyed and, gradually, public displays of affection came to an end.  It may be permissible for women to give each other an affectionate kiss but men – never!  That’s something those strange continentals do!

Yet, gradually, the Church has begun to reclaim veneration – the priest will kiss the altar and book of the gospels, and all will give each other a holy kiss at the peace – or at least, a handshake!  And we offer incense to those three things – the altar stone; the Book of the Gospels and the People of God.  But we don’t do all this simply because we want to show affection – or even because we believe there’s something special about the stone, or the paper or even the flesh we kiss.  Its what’s hidden in those things – what they convey; how our Creator God is present in matter.  Because God created them they are intrinsically good, if imperfect; and because God entered into our world in the Incarnation – entered into flesh, into created matter – each thing that exists is touched by the Divine. 

But we find that hard to comprehend.  There’s long been the temptation to think of matter as corrupt – certainly not  to be worshipped!  After all, God commanded the Israelites not to make idols and worship them (Ex.20.3)!  So having a picture, painting or sculpture of the human form in a place of worship is anathema to Jews and Muslims.  And, because of that, Christians began destroying their stone and wooden statues and icons after the rise of Islam.

As the years went by and they began to realise the consequences of God entering our human flesh and being born of a Virgin Mother they realised that, if God had entered matter, matter – created things – must matter!  More than that – if God venerated Creation to the extent of joining Himself to it, we must also venerate it.  Sadly that was an understanding lost on the Reformers seven hundred years later who proceeded to disfigure and destroy representations of God in humankind. 

What they’d forgotten is that it’s not the thing itself we venerate, but the wonder of the Creator which is encountered in the statue, icon, altar, book – or person.  As St John of Damascus had said during the great controversy about icons:

"I do not worship matter, I worship the God of matter, who became matter for my sake and deigned to inhabit matter, who worked out my salvation through matter. I will not cease from honouring that matter which works for my salvation. I venerate it, though not as God."

VENERATING GOD IN CREATION
So we’re to worship God through creation, as saints like Francis of Assisi have always known.  Francis, who realised that all things were inter-related and called all things his brother or sister – Brother Sun and Sister Moon, Mother Earth – even Sister Fire which was used to burn disease from his eye.  It’s a realisation, of course, which we’re re-discovering now as we accept we can no longer dominate, abuse and rape creation. 

We have to treat it with deep respect, which some religions have recognised as they venerate the divine in the natural world.  Aspects of Celtic religion – that religion which pre-dated Christianity in many Western lands – affirmed the sacredness of nature, an understanding which informed many of the early monks of our islands.  As one anonymous prayer says:

Bless to me, O God,
Each thing my eyes see,
Bless to me, O God,
Each sound my ear hears,
Bless to me, O God,
Each odour that goes to my nostrils,
Bless to me, O God,
Each taste that goes to my lips.

Thankfully, many are waking up to the need to take greater care of our planet and treat it with more respect lest the elements – earth, water, air and fire – turn against us.  We can see the way they do that when they are abused, and we need to recall that our faith tells us we need to venerate creation.  The way we kiss the altar, the gospels and each other reminds that a holy kiss deepens our intimacy with that which we venerate; that it is not simply the stone, paper or flesh that we touch with our lips but the Divine presence within them – present in the Blessed Sacrament consecrated on this table of sacrifice; present in the words written in the Holy Book, and present beneath the skin of our sisters and brothers – even if they cannot recognise that presence.  But, perhaps, we might deepen our recognition as we open ourselves to an intimate encounter with the Word made flesh: you have seen your brother; you have seen your God.

THE DESTRUCTION OF JERUSALEM
Sadly, Jerusalem has been damaged and destroyed many, many times; its walls pulled down, Temple looted and houses raised to the ground.  Every age is tempted to destroy what it cannot understand or what has gone before, believing it has something better to offer, be that the destruction of reforming fundamentalists – smashing statues and disfiguring frescoes – or town councils up and down the land who bulldozed much of our Victorian heritage.  We so often fail to appreciate something until it’s too late; instead of honouring creation we misuse and abuse it.  Jerusalem reminded me that we, people of faith in a God who entered matter, need to learn to venerate that matter once again if we are to be true to our calling.  For God so loved the world that he gave His only Son – Himself – to inhabit creation. 

‘I worship the God of matter, who became matter for my sake and deigned to inhabit matter.’

May we deepen our intimacy with God through our veneration of creation.   And as we offer one another a handshake at the Peace, let’s not forget what we are really doing – offering a holy kiss to one another who are the image of our God made visible.

Friday, September 11, 2015

JOURNAL of a PILGRIM to the LAND CALLED HOLY

WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 2: Nazareth - Consider your Calling.
Today was the day we spent time in Nazareth, Considering Mary's - and our - call, as temp. climbed into the 30's.  Time at the Orthodox Church at Mary's Well before walking through the Old City and the souk to spend two hours at the Basilica of the Annunciation. Then time in Cana where people renewed wedding and partnership commitments.  Moving.  Eucharist back at the Convent of the Beatitudes.   Touched by deep sense of continuity as we encountered places still occupied by people over millennia.  Signs of Palestinian anger at Israel 's occupation evident even here.   We ended the day with moving hour of reflection in Chapel.   All early to bed tonight after not getting here until 2am this morning.

THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 3: Galilee - Living out our Calling.
Just back from our 'cruise' on the Sea of Galilee after Mass on the shore at the site of the Multiplication of the Loaves and Fishes.   This is the place where, sadly, Jewish extremists recently tried to set fire to the church but only a part of the cloister was destroyed.   I am told that there have been further threats to destroy churches unless the Pope abandons support for a Palestinian State and 'recognises' the areas occupied by Israel (i.e. the Territories which the UN confirms are illegally occupied by Israel).  Once again it is Christians who are caught in the middle of the struggle between Jews and Muslims.  O pray for the peace of Jerusalem!   And we have seen signs of the ongoing attempts at reconciliation.   So staying here seems very appropriate and we will have a time of reflection on the Beatitudes before supper.

So - Mensa Christi, Church of the Multiplication,  a visit to Capernaum and then a leisurely time sailing on the Sea/Lake.  And lots of silence between the laughter and liturgies.

FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 4: Mount Tabor and Jericho - the Passion begins.
Left hot and humid Galilee  (38c.) and drove to Mount Tabor to visit Church of the Transfiguration where we celebrated Mass.  Such a beautiful spot where heaven touched earth and glory shone out.   But love also made itself known at the Jordan where we
stopped at the newly re-opened Baptism site.   And here I was truly moved for after travelling down mile upon mile of barbed wire border fencing between Israel and Jordan here all bathed in the waters of the Jordan just 12 feet wide.  And who urged Israel to reopen the site for Christians?   King Abdullah of Jordan  (and  'some" foreign governments  - I dare not hope one might have been our Government - might we ever regain any moral authority  - or interest?). 

So here we are at the Lutheran Hostel in the Old City where the Dome's of Holy Sepulchre and the Rock stand out just a stones throw away.  Tomorrow the Via Dolorosa after Mass in the acoustically wonderful Church of S. Anne

SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 5: 'Jerusalem, Jerusalem! '
Salve Regina sung in the most wonderful Church of S. Anne (at the request of one of the pilgrims)  whose acoustics are renowned; a Liturgy for Healing at the Pool of Bethesda; Stations of the Cross including prayers at Station 10 (the Coptic Patriarchate) beneath a banner in memory of the Copts murdered on the beach by ISiL, and walking down the Mount of Olives praying at the churches of Dominus Flevit, the Pater Noster until we reached the Church of All Nations and Garden of Gethsemane - a rich and full day.   At the heart of which - and the goal of this Pilgrimage  - to venerate Calvary and be present at Holy Sepulchre where we shall be at 6.45am tomorrow!  DV.

SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 6: 'This is my body, given for you.'
Awoken by the call of the minaret(s) from 4.30am!  These Jerusalem days start with invitations to pray which last until the booming bells of Holy Sepulchre begin 40 mins. later.   What to do apart from get up  - which 6 of us did - and go to pray with the Ethiopian's (and Copts, Latins and Armenians) in Holy Sepulchre. At least one can enter Christ's Tomb and pray there!

Later most of us attended the Eucharist at S. George's  (Anglican) Cathedral, which felt a bit like an Arabic outpost of the USA...  Good sermon from the Dean, Fr. Hosam, who preached on the text of the healing of the Syro -Phoenician Woman and drew out the parallels between the lengths she was prepared to go to have her daughter healed and the lengths Syrian mothers go to today to save their children.

After excellent buffet lunch at the College we split up for the afternoon with people visiting the Western Wall,  Armenian Cathedral (and how many people know of the Syrian Genocide of 1915?) etc.  I discovered that the S. Alexander Nevsky Church and Museum was open so visited there with some of the party - and was staggered to see a complete room from the days of Imperial Russia preserved there,  looked after by some young nuns of the Nursing Order founded by the Grand Duchess St. Elizabeth who was martyred in the Revolution.  And a solitary visit to Dormition Abbey and the State - run Chapel of the Upper Room.   Just a museum now...

MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 7: Bethlehem - 'And we have seen His glory'
Today we're spending time in Bethlehem.  This meant passing through the Wall of Separation and considering what it means to be living in a virtual ghetto.  That's both Palestinians and Israeli 's for whilst the former suffer ongoing oppression and injustice (illegal Settlements, loss of  land,  destruction of property, curtailment of basic rights etc...) the latter are victims of their own violence and history.  

So, on the day we celebrated the Nativity of our Lord with Mass in the Shepherd's Fields we also reflected on how His members suffer today.  And, through an unfortunate event, we also experienced the way those members help each other when in need.   As we left the Fields one of our party talked of feeling unwell - and where should we be heading but to lunch at the (Christian run - but open to all) Arab Rehabilitation Centre in Beit Sahour, a centre which includes a hospital!!!  Immediately  (!) she was seen by a doctor, tests then carried out and results awaited.  Thankfully not serious and the doctors gave their all-clear 10 mins. before the pilgrims returned from visiting the Church of the Holy Nativity in Bethlehem. The angels were on our side!

But it gave me a chance to talk with the administration  manager who is Syrian Orthodox.  Having fled the Turkish Great Genocide (the generic name for that genocide which the Turks inflicted on minority religious groups in the region) in 1915 her family moved to Bethlehem and now fears the total destruction of their Church.  So many Christians leaving, little hope for the future in their countries, a minority Arab group amongst Arabs - who wants the Christians?  They are so grateful for our interest and support but now fear further take-over of their land - even in the Palestinian Territories - by the Israelis.  There was a deep and painful sorrow in her words and I remembered with sadness the way our government seems to have washed its hands of  (moral) responsibility to protect a deeply persecuted minority in this region.  God forgive our hardness of heart!


TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 8th: The Desert
Phew - another hot one!  This was to be our 'Desert Day', and the temperature was forecast to be in the 40's. But, in the event,  the sun was hidden all day by the effects of the 'shakir', a combination of events which brings a smog-like atmosphere throughout the region as fine dust from Egypt fills the air.  So at 8.30am we walked the steep path down (and up) the Wadi Qelt to the Monastery of S. George where Elijah is reputed to have lived in a cave.   Women with dresses and men in trousers were allowed in, together with a large group of Romanians led by their priest (in cassock - I felt I'd let the side down, being a wimp in shorts and polo shirt). Some of our group were allowed in and two came out an hour later glowing with wonder having shared in prayers with the Romanian 's,  been given a tour of the monastery (including seeing the skulls of the monks martyred by the Persians in the 7th.c.), and talking with one of the five - young - monks who seem to form the community. Others less modestly dressed walked further down the Wadi and wondered at the sheer silence,  beauty and sense of remoteness of the place which, in reality, is only a few kilometers from Jerusalem.  Yet it wasn't completely silent as all the time we heard the song of scores and scores of birds.

By noon we had left and were at the site of another community - at Qumran - probably inhabited by the Essenes at the time of Jesus where John the Baptist may have spent time and which must provide one of the roots of early Christian monasticism.  Having considered some of their practices I was struck by certain commonalities, not least by the way we all practice ritualised washing - the Essenes with twice-daily purification baths; Muslims who wash before praying, and  Christians who, apart from the bath of Baptism 'wash' themselves with Holy Water on entering a church and then may throw it over people at Asperges!  

Finally we went on to wash ourselves in the waters of the Dead Sea - and smear ourselves in mud.  And our skin feels utterly renewed!

WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 9: Ein Karim, Abu Ghosh - 'Did not our hearts burn within us!'
Today we journeyed to Ein Karim and Emmaus: the first the place of Visitation (between Mary and Elizabeth), the second where the eyes of disciples were opened on the day of Resurrection as they travelled, talked together and broke bread.

And that has been our pattern - to 'break bread' eucharistically (joyfully), break bread in shared meals and talk together.  So each evening - and all this afternoon - pilgrims have reflected silently, shared in pairs and then amongst us all as they have considered what this Terra Divina has communicated to us.  And today, after our Eucharist and lunch in the tranquil setting of the Convent of the Sisters of Sion (founded by a Jew who converted in 1845), we spent the whole afternoon in that simple exercise before attending Vespers in the glorious,  ancient, beautiful and sacred space of the Benedictine Abbey of Abu Ghosh, one of the sites of the village of Emmaus.  So our pilgrimage from the Annunciation to the Resurrection concluded with the haunting song ofFrench nuns and monks from le Bec Hellouin twinned, of course, with Canterbury Cathedral.

But our first stop at Ein Karim had seen us acknowledge the Visitation by singing the Magnificat and Ave in the beautiful church dedicated to that mystery and then walking through that - sacred - village, now haunted by the murder of so many Christians and Muslims in 1948 as Jewish brigades fought their way up to Jerusalem.  And houses once homes to generations of mostly Christian Arabs are now bijou residences for artists,  their Christian symbols defaced and the ancient mosque under threat of demolition.  One is never far from the realities of history and the pain of people's thwarted lives as one seeks to be open to this Land made Holy by God.

One final reflection.  Throughout it has become clear - by many conversations with different people - that it is not the obvious injustices carried out by those who exercise power and control but the gradual drip, drip of injustices - the development of illegal Settlements,  confiscation of small amounts of land, daily oppressive treatment of one people by another, obfuscation by the State - all this and more which is, slowly, wearing down a people until a sense of hopelessness sets in.  Or until people say enough is enough - which is when their pain and anger can erupt in violence.

We ended today's journey with a sense of sadness as we said farewell to Bassam Abdalla, our excellent Guide who, for nine days, had shared his faith and passion, as well as his wisdom, knowledge, hopes and fears for this Land.  Tomorrow our journey ends as we celebrate for one last time that meal which our Lord shared with His disciples in a room just metres from here.  And we shall take as our theme His Ascension which occurred from a spot we shall gaze upon from our roof top setting.  So finally we must say : O pray for the peace of Jerusalem!