Announcing Memorial's 2023 Scholarship Recipients

In June, Memorial awarded four scholarships to Baltimore City School Students based on their excellent academic performance, commitment to their community, and generosity of spirit. All four awardees are graduating from Baltimore City Public Schools, and all are attending highly ranked four-year colleges or universities: Howard University, Clark Atlanta University, North Carolina A and T, and University of Maryland, Baltimore County.

These four students have an average GPA of 3.9, have taken 2-5 AP classes each, and have participated in every club, sport, activity and everything else you could ask of them. They are excellent students and humans who would make a fine addition to any college campus,

Congratulations to these outstanding students!

Asia Thompson (Western High School)

Braiya Ellis (City College)

Adaora Okoye (Baltimore Polytechnic Institute)

Not Pictured: Cynthia Leila Tate (Western High School)

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Matthew 10:40-42

Jesus said, “Whoever welcomes you welcomes me, and whoever welcomes me welcomes the one who sent me. Whoever welcomes a prophet in the name of a prophet will receive a prophet's reward; and whoever welcomes a righteous person in the name of a righteous person will receive the reward of the righteous; and whoever gives even a cup of cold water to one of these little ones in the name of a disciple-- truly I tell you, none of these will lose their reward.”

Hospitality is one of the charisms of the Christian Church. Or at least it should be. True we have waxed and waned in our ability to love without judgment and to welcome the stranger, but on the whole, this is still something the church does rather well. After all, this is how the church started; welcoming strangers into a new community and making them feel at home. 

In the last year, our city of Baltimore, and particularly our neighborhoods of reservoir and bolton hill have become more practiced in this as we have welcomed a large population of Afghan refugees here.  Mt Royal School has upwards of 30 students, most of whom live nearby with friends and family.  

And now it is likely, God Willing, that Memorial will also become a place of refuge and welcome for a family that has made a rather perilous journey to our borders. As detailed here: Fleeing Afghanistan, U.S. Allies Risk Journey Through Darién Gap - The New York Times (nytimes.com) this second wave of Afghan refugees have crossed oceans, land borders, and come by foot, car, bus and boat, and finally by plane to seek out new homes.  Volunteers from ERICA and Memorial staff are working this week to get the Rectory in condition for a family to move in, and we are hoping that you will consider staying after Church on Sunday to clean, straighten, arrange, make beds, set tables, stock cabinets and otherwise get our Rectory set up to be home for this family.

This is, of course, a blessing to us as well. First, the opportunity to exercise our gifts of charity and hospitality, but also to learn and share in the life of a family so different from many of our own, and yet with much in common.  If you are interested in helping on Sunday, please contact Wendy Yapp as she is coordinating the volunteers, and if you would like to make a financial contribution to support the family you can donate to Memorial's Afghan relief fund online or via check.  

We will share more about the family as we are able, but for now we ask that you keep them in their prayers as they seek to make the last part of their journey safely.

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Do not let your hearts be troubled. Believe in God, believe also in me. In my Father’s house, there are many dwelling places. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, so that where I am, there you may be also.

John 14:1-3

My memories of my grandmother all have a certain dream-like quality. You know, where there are little tinges of pink and green on the outsides - and you are kind of floating through everything, not really touching the ground? 

Perhaps this is fitting for her. She had an intoxicating smile, and could make one feel, if only for a moment, like they were the most important person in the world. 

And yet often those moments were fleeting, and you never knew quite when she would appear back in your life. When your story would connect back with her story. 

Perhaps it is fitting for another reason - that while I don’t know most of the story, I do understand her childhood was at times the stuff of nightmares. She certainly had a troubled heart, as Jesus speaks about in the Gospel. She deserved a little dreaming. 

Perhaps this explains her fervent faith - this promise of a safe dwelling place with God in the next life.  And like the disciples, and us, she did not quite know the way to this place. But she, and we, have this promise from Christ himself — I am the way. The truth. And the life. 

A perfect father, a mother without sin, a safe dwelling place — these promises of the Christian faith offered everything she could not find in this life.  Perhaps that’s why she was such a good gift giver. It was, it must be said, one of her talents, she sent my daughter a long “fur” coat with a Dalmatian collar  that she wore EVERYWHERE during summers in Miami. It was her princess coat and she loved it.  There is a line from scripture about God being a good giver of gifts. When I was ordained she managed to gift me two Chasubles in the appropriate colors despite not ever having seen me celebrate at the altar or preach from the pulpit. 

She did not know quite how to love, but she tried. 

So where does that leave us? The inheritors of this imperfect love? Now usually at a funeral I preach about resurrection. And that for those we love but see no longer — we practice resurrection by identifying those pieces of our loved ones life and story that resonated with us and continuing to live those out. To keep their story alive — to practice resurrection in this life so that more may come to believe in resurrection in the next.  

It gets more complicated when the legacy is more complicated though, doesn’t it?

Perhaps then - we should practice the reconciliation here that we believe our loved ones are experiencing right now in heaven. Can we let go of foolish pride, can we free ourselves from the fear of being hurt, can we open our hearts to give and receive love without need for reciprocity! Free from guilt, from comparing accounts, without any agenda. 

If we can begin to do that… we might see some resurrection here. Now. With people we love and would like to see a bit longer. 

The most recent memory of my grandmother is a little more ridiculous. For Mother’s Day a few years ago, Monica sent flowers to my grandmother.  The company said the order was undeliverable.  Monica checked the address, and had them try again. Again- undeliverable. A third time they tried and finally Monica got a call from the local florist “the customer rejected the flowers.” Rejected the flowers. 

I didn’t know that was a thing you could do.

One must be in great pain to reject such a simple expression of love, especially from someone they had not seen in quite some time. I don’t harbor any ill will towards my grandmother. But I do hope that I can learn from, that we all can learn, to not say no to the flowers. 

We all have people in our lives that we are less than connected with, who we could stand to reconcile with. Now may not be the time, but someday they may send flowers. Someday they, or you,  may reach out in love. Someday they may seek to reconcile.   

And when that moment happens, let’s not let our hearts grow so cold that we can’t say yes. Let’s never say no to the flowers, ok? Let us be willing to receive love.

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Indeed, rarely will anyone die for a righteous person-- though perhaps for a good person, someone might actually dare to die. But God proves his love for us in that while we still were sinners Christ died for us.

Romans 5:7-8

This week I am honored to welcome to the pulpit Sarah Battley, from The Well and Hon’s honey. Sarah is a longtime advocate for trafficked women and sex workers and has been fearless and tireless in her efforts to get young women clean, sober and off the street. 

Sarah and I were classmates at St Mary’s Seminary and I have long been impressed by her work under difficult and often impossible circumstances. She is a living example of Paul’s words above - that God’s love is expressed in that while we are still sinners, Jesus gave his life for us. Sarah doesn’t only help good people, or righteous people Or remorseful people - but all people.

For more on “The Well” click here, and for more on Hon’s Honey click here. And please join us this Sunday to learn more. 

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“ At that time the Canaanites were in the land.” 

Genesis 12

This small line from Genesis 12 sticks with me. Buried in the midst of Abram’s transformation from a wandering Aramean to the patriarch of a multi-religious (Jewish, Muslim and Christian) family is this short phrase. ‘At that time the canaanites were already in the land.’

Now this is the same land that God says he is going to give to Abraham and all of his offspring (that is Muslims, Christians and Jews) and yet there are people IN THE LAND ALREADY.  

There is actually no good resolution to this. Neither in Genesis 12 nor the rest of scripture. Or for that matter in human history.  We still have regular conflict - often between Muslims, Christians and Jews - over this same patch of ground. We are certainly not going to resolve it in this one reflection!

 Perhaps it is enough to just be reminded that whatever we think is given to us, provided for us, offered specifically for us, it belonged to someone else first. 

I think about this when it comes to churches — Memorial is not MY CHURCH or even OUR CHURCH, but rather a building and a community that we curate and caretake for past and future generations. 

I think about it also when it comes to our ministry in Baltimore.  No matter how committed we may feel to a project, or an idea, we should remember that there was someone here before us.  Often newcomers to Baltimore will refer to it as a ‘blank slate’ and it can feel like that, especially with so much vacant land here in West Baltimore. 

But there are people here, people who are from here, and people who have invested their time and energy and joy and sorrow into this city and these places and we should remember that ‘they were already in land’ when we arrived. 

So we too should approach any work we do with humility, patience, kindness and authenticity - remembering that we did not get here first, and we will not be the last. We are curating a space and place for those who came after us. 

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And God created the human in his image,

In the image of God, he created him,

Male and female, he created them.

Let’s talk about pronouns. Everybody has them and in most languages, everything has them as well. English is a bit of an anomaly in that regard, and perhaps that is part of the current kerfuffle we have in our public dialogue around trans identity and pronouns. Just look at the above translation from Hebrew: “the human” (singular) refers to all of us, and “he created him” in the next phrase is, in the words of the translator, “grammatically but not anatomically masculine.” Despite various and sundry claims like “there are no pronouns in the bible” or “God doesn’t have pronouns” the simple claim by God to Moses “...I am” put that to rest.

But the question is not really about whether God has pronouns, or if pronouns exist. The question is about identity. Should we, as people of faith, allow or encourage others to wrestle with, question, or even change their gender identity?

Now, I, of course, recognize that in our particular community at Memorial, the answer to this is almost universally yes. Even in the broader Episcopal Church, there is broad support for trans rights.  But in all of our larger circles, there are people, good Christian people, who are really reluctant to support anything associated with trans rights.  

To those friends and loved ones, I would say that when confronted with difficult,  uncomfortable situations we should take our cues from Jesus and from scripture.  We should be curious, open-minded, clear in our faith, and clearer in our love. 

In that spirit I offer three reflections on Compassion, Reflection and Grace.

First, Compassion: it is painful, mentally and physically, to transition. It is not a decision anyone makes quickly or easily.  A first step for us is acknowledging how stressful and painful this time must be, and reminding your friends, neighbors, loved ones that you love them and care for them, no matter what. Jesus tells the prodigal son story for a reason, we should never abandon family.

Second, Reflection: We worship a God that we identify as one and yet three. A God that was at once earthly man, heavenly deity, and ethereal spirit. We serve a God that has identified as God, Jesus, Male and Female, and sometimes just “I AM.” As Christians we have been arguing for thousands of years about how exactly we can describe and explain God to each other, so perhaps we should offer a little understanding to those people seeking to understand how God has made them. What aspects of your own identity have you struggled with? Your profession? Calling? Hairstyle? Clothing? Instead of being judge mental let’s reflect on our own struggles and ask how we can support others in theirs.

Finally, Grace: You don’t have to be okay with someone’s choices to be okay with them. I still love the Yankees fans in my life. If someone asks you to use a different set of pronouns, or to call them by a different name, or to accept them as a different gender, that does not require you to change your fundamental beliefs or your understanding of God. It just requires showing enough respect for the people you love to trust their beliefs.

There is a lot of anger out in the world right now. At beer companies and clothing stores and at faces we see online.  But as Christians, we should remember that none of those things really matter. What matters is the relationship we have with God and with God’s people in the world, you, me, and all of us.  And if we begin those relationships, no matter how fraught, with compassion, reflection, and grace, we will do much, much better.

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“When the day of Pentecost had come, the disciples were all together in one place. And suddenly from heaven, there came a sound like the rush of a violent wind.”

Acts 2:1-2

“Oh, and there we were, all in one place, A generation lost in space.” Don McLean, American Pie

Sometimes, when people come together, magic happens. We know, of course, about Pentecost. And lore has it that Don Mclean’s words here refer to the crowd at Woodstock, a moment that defined a generation.

There have been many generation-defining moments since of course, for me it was Barack Obama’s inauguration. For Monica and I and the tens of thousands of other people on the mall that day it felt like a moment of extreme possibility and potential. When most anything was possible.

I imagine Pentecost was like that. After much striving, many sleepless nights, fear, and trepidation were suddenly replaced with unmitigated joy!

It is easy of course to look back at Obama’s election, or any other seminal moment, with a kind of cynicism that “it was never gonna work”, “America has always been like this.” Certainly, America has not lived up to the promise of that moment, and the church has rarely fully lived into the vision provided by the Holy Spirit at Pentecost.

But that does not mean we should give up on it.

We should not give up on America “that great unfinished symphony” nor should we give up on the power and potential of the Holy Spirit to work through us, the Church, to live into that Pentecost moment.

It is easy to be jaded. I know. I’ve been very good at it in my life. You know I’ve been watching the Orioles since I was 12 right?

But as the Church we exist in part to support each other in our disbelief until we can come around to putting our faith again in the power and purpose of the Holy Spirit. A better church. A better city. A better world is out there. Just out of reach! Just beyond our grasp. All we can do is to fix our eyes on Jesus and trust that God will continue to lead us to exactly where God desires us to be.

When the disciples let go of their need for control, they made thousands of converts in one day! They spoke hundreds of languages! They turned the world upside down.

What will happen to us if we follow suit? If we let go, let God, and let the spirit guide us the possibilities are endless.

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Famous Last Words: Jesus’ Farewell to His Disciples

Above the main stained-glass window in the old Virginia Theological Seminary (VTS) Chapel, under the watchful gaze of the Robert E. Lee Tiffany window(with Lee as Moses), behind the altar rail of Liberian wood (where we sent Black Episcopalians post Civil War), easily visible from the balcony built for ‘domestics’ and servants of students and faculty of the Seminary (The Seminary was a segregated institution), were the words: “Go ye into all the world and preach the gospel.” These words, from the Gospel of Mark’s account of the Great Commission and the Ascension of Christ, greeted generations of seminarians as they entered the chapel to worship, surrounded by a symbology that reflected a particular kind of mission. A mission based on manifest destiny, that American white protestants knew what was best and everyone else needed to catch up, a mission that left out a lot of important voices. These words in particular are interesting because they are from one of the few sections of the gospels that scholars almost universally agree is not original and was added later.

A corrupted gospel on the wall informed a corrupted gospel preached in the architecture and furnishings of the chapel. For many years, the chapel played a part in the adoration of the confederacy, colonialism and white supremacy. These were imperfect people worshipping in an imperfect place. Even so, the seminary also served to educate generations of clergy, some better, some worse, but all committed to proclaiming the Gospel of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Many, maybe even most of whom have been faithful servants of Christ and the Church. Champions of civil rights, of women’s rights, of peace and non violence, worshipped and studied in this place.

What do we do with our complicated legacy?

The Chapel at VTS comes to mind today as we celebrate the Feast of the Ascension. As I reflect on the words of Christ as he is raised up, I am pulled back to an October afternoon, watching smoke and flames rise over that chapel as it was consumed, in record time, by a fire. There were many tears that day, Tears of anger and anguish. Of frustration and shame. But over time, there has been a sense of permission to move on. To rise out of the ashes with an intentionality to acknowledge and move away from a tradition rooted in slavery, colonialism, racism and white supremacy and instead embrace a new perspective on our Christian faith.

This year for the Feast of the Ascension, we do not use the text from Mark, but rather the account from Luke and Acts. It is the same story. Jesus ascends to heaven, but not before commissioning his followers to continue his work in the world. However, the language in Acts is different. Instead of being sent out to proclaim the gospel, the disciples are called to be witnesses “in Jerusalem, in all Judea and Samaria and to the ends of the earth.” What does it mean to be a witness? A witness testifies to what they have seen, they tell the truth, and they do not lie. So, the disciples are sent out to witness to the life, death, resurrection, and ascension of Christ.

But a witness also is primarily an observer. They watch, they absorb, they record, and finally, they share what they have seen with others. As witnesses then, our work perhaps is not to go and fix things, to assume we have the answers, or to go make things right. Rather it is to come with questions, with curiosity, and with humility to see how the Gospel is reflected in other places and spaces.

It is quite a different perspective! Instead of going and doing to others, we go and listen, observe, and share with others. In my own walk of faith, I have shifted my approach to ministry from going and doing TO OTHERS to seeking to BE WITH and SHARE with others.

As we prepare to gather tomorrow for Ascension day, to worship, sing, and break bread (well…lasagna) we are offered an opportunity to hear Jesus’ “last words” again for the first time. "It is not for you to know the times or periods that the Father has set by his own authority. But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you; and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth."

I am not so naive to think that the destruction of one church, or one monument, will make any of us better. These are nothing more than symbols and it is what we do with the symbols that matters. But when we are challenged to rethink the symbology and meaning we give to places and spaces in our lives, when we our challenged to consider what really matters for us, we have an opportunity to reorient our lives towards the Divine.

As those flames rose over the chapel, an instituiton was invited to consider how it would define its legacy for another generation. As Christ rose up to heaven, he invited the disciples to define for the whole world, what the Christian faith would be. Today we are invited to consider what this ascension moment means for us.

Be a witness. Don’t be beholden to imperfect gospels or the imperfect story being told about your life. Embrace the opportunity to define yourself not as the world does but as Christ would, and go and share that same grace and love with the world. Listening. Learning. Sharing. Hoping.

Amen.

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Adoption

Growing up my only experience with adoption was the musicals “Oliver” and “Annie”. It was “Please sir can I have some more” or Daddy Warbucks with little nuance between. 

I would, of course, discover much later that more than a few of my friends had been adopted and many people in my life had “chosen ”families who had taken them in when their own relations could not or would not maintain a relationship with them. This week I have the extreme privilege of gathering with the blood and chosen family to lay to rest one such person who took under her wing many people who for short or longer periods, needed someone to love them. 

In ensuring that everyone had someone they could look to as a mother, as a father, as a parent; Ellen lived a life Christ would be proud of “I will not leave you orphaned; I am coming to you. In a little while the world will no longer see me, but you will see me; because I live, you also will live.”

Perhaps you too have chosen a family that has adopted you or that you have adopted? My mother’s parents paid my father’s college tuition without him knowing because his own parents were neither willing nor able to be in his life. My grandmother always had an extra place at the table not for Elijah but for whoever might be without family to dine with at that moment. 

Sometimes we can have shame or embarrassment about these arrangements - but we should not. This is how our relationship as Christians is with God. We are not God’s chosen people. Rather we have been grafted onto the tree, embraced with a spirit of adoption as Children of God NOT because we deserve it or asked for it, but simply because God desires to love us and make sure we have a home. 

The same spirit that made the Ellens and Audreys of the world adopt you is the spirit with which God loves us and Christ saved us. 

I think about this as I watch more and more of my friends and family foster or adopt children, for all kinds of reasons. Whatever practical reason there may or may not be, it is that same spirit present in God’s love for us — these are beloved children of God who for whatever reason cannot be loved by their blood relatives. Thanks be to God there are those of us who embrace that spirit of adoption and seek to love total strangers just as Christ loves us.

Adoption, of course, is not always sunshine and rainbows. Sometimes a child blends seamlessly with a family: and sometimes they do not. Sometimes it is a joyful moment when a foster child returns to their birth family, and sometimes it is terrifying.  Sometimes that morning of joy takes too long to arrive. 

In the readings this week we hear over and over again what it is to be children of God. What it means to be grafted onto the Tree or Jesse, heirs according to the promise. Unlike in the movies, it is not just the lucky ones who get adopted, because all of us receive God’s love and all of us have the capacity to offer a seat at the table, to be chosen family for those who are in need of adoption. 

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On Martyrs

Acts 7:55-60

Filled with the Holy Spirit, Stephen gazed into heaven and saw the glory of God and Jesus standing at the right hand of God. “Look,” he said, “I see the heavens opened and the Son of Man standing at the right hand of God!” But they covered their ears, and with a loud shout, all rushed together against him. Then they dragged him out of the city and began to stone him, and the witnesses laid their coats at the feet of a young man named Saul. While they were stoning Stephen, he prayed, “Lord Jesus, receive my spirit.” Then he knelt down and cried out in a loud voice, “Lord, do not hold this sin against them.” When he said this, he died

On Monday a 30-year-old man was killed in the NYC subway by a civilian who said he was acting out. Last June, a man walked into a reception at St. Stephen’s Episcopal Church in Birmingham, Alabama, and killed two people, injuring another one.  In between those two shootings, there has been something like a mass shooting a day, often more. We have quite literally lost count.  Our reading from Acts tells the story of Stephen, the first Deacon of the church and the first martyr as well. We don’t often, or always, think of modern-day martyrs, but victims of violence in this country, particularly senseless gun violence for no reason at all, perhaps should be on that list.  

Why?  Not just because their deaths are senseless though they are. And not just because they are killed for no reason, although that is usually true as well. 

Victims of violence are martyrs because they are being sacrificed on an iron cross.  They die because America has collectively decided we value the right to own a gun more than the right to life, liberty or the pursuit of happiness.  Gun worship is idol worship.  It is putting a false God on a pedestal and saying this is where I put my trust!  And for that reason, these martyrs need to die.  

I am not a likely gun control advocate.  I grew up knowing how to shoot.  My father owned guns and made sure we knew our way around a firearm “in case the space aliens ever come” he would say.  I have no specific animosity towards them and have enjoyed the challenge of target practice and the adrenaline rush of the moment.  

But none of that is worth indiscriminate death. None of that is worth thousands of martyrs a year sacrificed on the altar of gun violence.  

As Christians, our faith compels us to celebrate abundant life in all its forms. To ensure that all people as best we can have equal ability to live happy, fulfilling, joyful lives.  We are realists of course. We know not every day is our best day, and none of us want to be accountable to God for how we behaved on our worst days. But we can limit the impact of those bad days. 

If we can’t stop neighbors, friends, family members and co-workers from killing each other because they had a bad day, perhaps we should take away the one common denominator in all these deaths. Guns.