October 30, 2016

Helen Jacobi    

All Saints’ Day     Daniel 7:1-3, 15-18     Psalm 149     Ephesians 1:11-23     Luke 6:20-31

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Blessed are you – simply for being here – blessed are you. We are here for many different reasons today. Some of you are here because you have a loved one who has died in the last year, and their funeral was here. Some of you are here to hear the choir sing. Choir members, you are here to sing and to see how the Requiem you sing as a concert actually works in a liturgy. Some of you are here because you are always here. Some of you are here because you have wandered in by chance. Blessed are you.

Blessed too are the people whose names we will read during the great thanksgiving prayer, or whose names you will remember as we pray. There are names on the list of people who died very recently, others long ago. Some old, some very young, some in between. For some of us the grief is so recent and so fresh we can barely breathe. For others the tears flow again, but more softly. Some of us might want to recite that poem by WH Auden [1] “Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone” – as we cannot imagine how the world can just carry on its normal business when our loved one is gone.

The poem finishes:

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good. [2]

And yet to our frustration the world carries on – people go to work, to school, as if nothing has happened. Yet as the first raging of grief subsides or even in the midst of it – we come to give thanks for a life, and say their name, and give thanks for who they were and are. For each life, whether short or long is complete in itself. And in the midst of sadness and grief we can still be thankful.

That is partly what Jesus meant when he said “blessed are you who weep now, for you will laugh.”

Wherever you are in your grieving and loving and giving thanks, you can allow the words of the Durufle Requiem and the choir to speak for you. Don’t read the translation on your order of service (because frankly the words are not really for our time); just listen and add your own translation in; whatever it is you want to say to your loved one, to God, or to yourself. Words of thanks, words of anger, words of love, words of regret, words of joy, words of sorrow; tears and smiles; goodbyes and hullos.

Do your own translation, let the music carry your prayer and your thoughts.

But then let me warn you the words of Jesus we just heard from the gospel reading might come crashing in and not seem quite resonant with your personal prayers. Jesus is like that – gets in the way of our own plans and thoughts. I said before that in the midst of sadness and grief we can still be thankful and that is partly what Jesus meant when he said “blessed are you who weep now, for you will laugh.” However the Beatitudes, as this list of blessing is called, are not really about us as individuals. Blessed are you who are hungry, who weep; when people hate you; these are not descriptions of individual struggles but the life of the early followers of Jesus who were hungry for God, were weeping at the state of their lives and communities, oppressed and hated by the Romans.

Jesus’ words are a commentary on their community and way of life. Then he ramps it up with the “woes” or curses – woe to the rich, the full, the laughing, those who are praised. Again not so much the individuals but to the society who ignored the needs of others and carried on in their own self satisfied way. Those who were blessed, the followers of Jesus, were the saints, and the rest, well they were the lost.

These words of Jesus are about life here and now and in every generation – life in all its complexities and paradoxes – life with all its questions and lack of answers. Who are the blessed, and who are the lost? Blessed are the hungry – those who literally are hungry and who will be fed today at the City Mission next door. Blessed are the hungry – who will be fed today from this table – we are hungry for our ritual bread and wine – which represents to us life with God, life in community. Blessed are we who hunger for God in their lives – even if we are not sure who God is or how we might meet God. Blessed are the hungry, who seek, who look, who want to know God and who want to feed the hunger of our world with love and service. At this table all are welcome and all are fed.

In the same way the mysterious words of the Requiem are sung for us all and those for whom we pray. The words weep for us and we are lifted up by their beauty. Blessed are those who weep.

Woe to us though if we think we have life figured out; woe to us if we are self satisfied and sure we know everything; woe to us if we neglect the hungry at our door. Instead we are invited to be here today – hearts and hands empty, hungry – ready to be filled with the beauty of music and the touch of God’s grace. We do want to say “stop the clocks” – stop the clocks long enough for us to be in this moment here. In this moment where nothing else matters.

Nadia Bolz Weber is a Lutheran priest from the US and she has written a book Accidental Saints – Finding God in all the wrong people and this is part of a litany she wrote for All Saints’ Day:

Blessed are they who doubt. Those who aren’t sure, who can still be surprised.

Blessed are those who have nothing to offer.

Blessed are they for whom death is not an abstraction.

Blessed are they who have loved enough to know what loss feels like.

Blessed are they who don’t have the luxury of taking things for granted anymore.

Blessed are they who can’t fall apart because they have to keep it together for everyone else.

Blessed are those who no one else notices.

Blessed are the forgotten.

Blessed are those who know there has to be more than this.

Blessed are the kids who step between the bullies and the weak.

Blessed are those who hear that they are forgiven.

Blessed are the merciful, for they totally get it. [3]

Blessed are you – simply for being here – blessed are you.

[1] https://allpoetry.com/Funeral-Blues

[2] https://allpoetry.com/Funeral-Blues

[3] Nadia Bolz Weber Accidental Saints 2015 p185-188 extracts