Friday, December 13, 2024

The Feast Day of Santa Lucia

Today is the feast day of Santa Lucia, a woman in 4th century Rome during a time of horrible persecution of Christians and much of the rest of the population, and she was martyred.  The reasons for her martyrdom vary:   Did she really gouge out her eyes because a suitor commented on their beauty? Did she die because she had promised her virginity to Christ? Was she killed because the evil emperor had ordered her to be taken to a brothel because she was giving away the family wealth? Was she killed because a rejected suitor outed her for being a Christian?  We don’t really know.  

She is most often pictured with a crown of candles on her head, and tradition says that she wore a candle crown into the catacombs when she took provisions to the Christians hiding there.  With a candle crown, she freed up a hand to carry more supplies.  I love this idea, but it wouldn't surprise me to find out that it isn't true.

Truth often doesn't matter with these popular saints like Lucia, Nicholas, and Valentine.  We love the traditions, and that means we often know more about the traditions than we do about the saints behind them, if we know anything at all about the saints behind these popular days.

This feast day still seems relevant for two reasons.  First, Lucia shows us the struggle that women face in daily existence in a patriarchal culture, the culture that most of us still must endure.  It’s worth remembering that many women in many countries today don’t have any more control over their bodies or their destinies than these long-ago virgin saints did. In this time of Advent waiting, we can remember that God chose to come to a virgin mother who lived in a culture that wasn’t much different than Santa Lucia’s culture: highly stratified, with power concentrated at the top, power in the hands of white men, which made life exceeding different for everyone who wasn't a powerful, wealthy, white man. It's a society that sounds familiar, doesn't it?

On this feast day of Santa Lucia, we can spend some time thinking about women, about repression, about what it means to control our destiny.  We can think about how to spread freedom.

It's also an important feast day because of the time of year when we celebrate.  Even though we're still in the season of late autumn, in terms of how much sunlight we get, those of us in the northern hemisphere are in the darkest time of the year.  It's great to have a festival that celebrates the comforts of this time of year:  candles and baked goods and hot beverages.

I love our various festivals to get us through the dark of winter. In these colder, darker days, I wish that the early church fathers had put Christmas further into winter, so that we can have more weeks of twinkly lights and candles to enjoy. Christmas in February makes more sense to me, even though I understand how Christmas ended up near the Winter Solstice.

I always thought that if I had a more flexible schedule, I'd spend December 13 making special breads, but that will have to wait.  My schedule is flexible, but much of today and tomorrow will be spent working on my final papers/presentations for three seminary classes.  

You could do baking though! If you’d like to try, this blog post will guide you through it. If you’re the type who needs pictures, it’s got a link to a blog post with pictures.  Enjoy.

Thursday, December 12, 2024

Fall Teaching Tasks Complete with Seminary Writing Yet to Do

 I have posted my last set of grades.  I am not done with all of the work from Fall semester, but all my grading is done:  5 Spartanburg Methodist College classes and 4 online classes for Broward College.  For the online classes, I don't have to do some of the more time consuming work:  the curriculum is created and standard for online classes, and the course shell is the same from term to term--in many ways, I am the grader and the person who answers questions and encourages and sends reminders.  Still, it takes time, and it takes up a lot of space in my head at certain points of the term, like the end. 


Tuesday I uploaded all of the components of the final project for my Preaching class: Race, Gender, and the Religious Imagination.  I had to write an academic paper, then I had to create an event that would address some of the material the paper revealed, and I had to create/preach/record a sermon that I would preach for the event, along with a sermon manuscript.  It was one of the more complicated final projects, with lots of parts.

I still have three papers to write, but they feel doable:  one is due on Friday, one on Saturday, and one on Sunday.  The end is in sight!  I want to get as much done Thursday as possible.  My spouse has been fighting off a cold, and I worry that I'll wake up sick.

I thought I would get more done yesterday, but after getting up early to get grading done and get the Rogue in for new tires, I was tired by afternoon.  I took a nap and then got up to finish the gingerbread in the late afternoon.  I started the recipe in the morning, but the dough needs time to chill.  They were wonderful fresh out of the oven, but this morning, they are a bit crisper around the edges than I'd like.

As I look at my history in gingerbread, I am realizing that this is one cookie that almost never turns out the way I want:  soft on the inside, but with some resistance (but not overly crispness) on the outside.  It's usually a delicious cookie, if I didn't have my preconceived idea of what it should feel like when I bite into it.  And yes, I do see the life lesson there.

Let me bring this blog post to a close and actually post it.  I first started writing it yesterday and got sidetracked by the day's tasks.  And then let me get to my seminary writing.  


Wednesday, December 11, 2024

Meditation on This Sunday's Gospel

The readings for Sunday, December 15, 2024:


Zephaniah 3:14-20

Isaiah 12:2-6 (Isaiah 12:6)

Philippians 4:4-7

Luke 3:7-18


Today's Gospel shows the fiery side of John the Baptist, who calls his audience a brood of vipers and warns of celestial axes coming to cut down the trees that aren't bearing fruit. Not a very Christmasy message.

But what a contrast to the message of excessive consumerism bleating at us from every portal of communication this time of year. I find it refreshing, this apocalyptic thread of Scripture running parallel to the beat of capitalism.

Go back to that agricultural metaphor of John's: "Even now the axe is laid to the root of the trees; every tree therefore that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire" (Luke 3: 9). The New Year approaches, and many people are thinking about how they've failed in their plans for this year, and how they might get on track for next year. Instead of focusing on appearance and weight loss, as so many people do, we might turn some attention to our spiritual lives. If God was a gardener, and we were trees in the orchard, what would God do?

Would we be chopped down, thrown into the fire?

John's message is not this one of despair. He doesn't say, "There's nothing you can do. The messiah is coming, and all is lost."

No, John tells us to repent. It's not too late. The word repent is often associated with seeking forgiveness of sins, but that's a very narrow definition. The larger meaning of that word is to turn. Turn away from what isn't working in our lives. Turn towards God and all the ways our lives could be better.

How are you bearing fruit? One reason God came to be with us, one reason God took on human form--to show us how to live. If living like Jesus is your goal, what kinds of practices can get you there?

What personality traits bear fruit? What needs to be chopped away? What spiritual practices should you think about incorporating in the coming year, to support your plans to be more Christ-like? More prayer? One day of fasting a week? Less spending on yourself? More sharing? More patience? More volunteer time? Cutting back on debt, so that you don't have to work such ridiculous hours? Living more simply, so that you have more to share with others?

I know, you're thinking that you don't have time for this kind of contemplation right now. You're very, very busy: Christmas gatherings to attend, shopping to do, cooking to complete, getting packed for your holiday journeys.

We live in a culture that likes to keep us busy. We are all too busy to heed John's message: "Repent." Turn around. Do it now, before it is too late.

What would our culture look like if we took Jesus as our model of behavior? If we trusted God more? If, instead of listening to the blare of TV and the Internet and the many forms of media, what would happen if we listened for God? What would happen if we structured our lives according to the plan that Jesus reveals? What would happen if we decided that Jesus meant what he said, and we structured our lives accordingly?

As you think about the implications of the answers to those questions, you see why our culture rushes in to fill the voids that most of us don't even perceive in our individual lives and larger communities. For if we lived our lives and made our decisions based on the Kingdom that Jesus reveals, it would be a very different world indeed. John gives us a hint later in the Gospel for today: if you have two coats, share with the person who has none, and likewise with food; don't cheat people; be content with your wages.

Repent. Turn away from the life of bloat and greed that our culture of consumption offers us. Turn towards a vision of Kingdom living. Don't wait until you're dead. Do what you can to create the Kingdom here and now.

Tuesday, December 10, 2024

An Afternoon in Which I Record a Sermon for Seminary Class

Yesterday's main task was completing as much of my seminary project that's due at noon today, as I could.  Part of that project involves recording a sermon, and it's a sermon that's supposed to be part of an event that I would create (if I had money, time, place, support) in response to my critical reflection paper.

I had written about the event, a retreat on the nameless women who helped shape the ministry of Jesus, a retreat to remind us that if nameless women can have this kind of influence, maybe we shouldn't be so quick to dismiss our own agency and power.

Since I live at a retreat center, I thought about all the places where I might record my sermon.  Yesterday was fairly warm for December, and the rain had held off, so I decided that an outdoor location wasn't an issue.  Plus I knew I wouldn't be in the way, as I might if I tried to use one of the indoor spaces around camp.  My spouse was willing to be the controller of the camera.

We went over to the lake, where there's a gorgeous outdoor space, and it's fairly quiet.  We experimented with filming several sentences, a few times, and then we made the recording.  You can view it here.

I thought about doing several more takes, but I know that this attempt is probably as good as some of the other attempts we might make.  I don't have fancy editing software or the knowledge of how to take the best bits and pieces of recordings to make a seamless whole.

Once I uploaded the video to my YouTube channel, I uploaded the video to the dropbox for my class.  And now I need to make the final polishings to my paper.  I am to the point where I need to do some final revisions and call it done.  I've been immersed in this project for days, and I'm probably not able to see it clearly, at least not before the noon due date.

I am always aware that I might be able to create something better, but my experiences as a writer, or as any kind of creative, reminds me that it's always the case.  And what else is always the case:  even if it could be better, my efforts are likely good enough.

Sunday, December 8, 2024

Sermon for Sunday, December 8

 December 8, 2024

By Kristin Berkey-Abbott


Luke 3:1-6


When I looked ahead into the lectionary for Advent this year, I felt a bit of despair.  I wanted angels announcing good news—this year, more than ever, I felt hungry for that message.  Instead, we get passages that seem more fitting for the Baptism of Our Lord Sunday that we’ll celebrate in January.  I found myself asking, as you might be asking, “How is this an Advent text?”  Let’s take a deeper look to answer that question.

Luke begins by naming every important ruler, along with religious leadership.  In doing this, the Gospel writer anchors the story of Jesus in a particular place and time.  Unlike Greek and Roman mythology, God doesn’t act here outside of time or in an otherworldly way.  In fact, the audience for the Gospel of Luke would likely remember these rulers and the mighty deeds they had done and the mistakes they had made.

How might this passage sound if we transposed the names into more modern ones?  Let’s give it a try:  In the fifteenth year of the reign of President Trump, when Ursula von der Leyen was governor of Europe, and Xi Jinping (Shee Jin Ping) was ruler of China, and his brother Putin ruler of the region of Russia, and Netanyahu ruler of Israel, 2 during the high priesthood of Pope Francis, the word of God came to John son of Zechariah in the wilderness.  

To get the full symbolic impact of what Luke does, however, it’s not enough to think about these rulers in geopolitical terms.  Luke’s passage begins by naming the most murderous rulers, not necessarily the ones with the most political power or the ones governing the biggest chunks of land.  We could have an interesting conversation about whether or not I’ve picked the correct names, in light of that insight, and in the spirit of honesty, I’ll admit that I was choosing names that matched countries that seemed important in our own geopolitical discourse, not the names of the most bloodstained leaders.  I chose these rulers from our own time as I thought about one of the main themes of the Gospel of Luke—throughout this Gospel, Luke reminds us of the differences between earthly power and Divine power.

In this passage, by linking the religious leadership with worldly leadership, the Gospel of Luke reminds us that God is not contained in human temples and palaces.  Like other Advent stories, in this one we are reminded that God will come where we least expect to find God:  not in the corridors of political power, not in the beautiful cathedrals where religious authorities rule, but in distant outposts, in places that are untamed, with rivers that serve as borders, not the city walls.

Twenty-first century readers might miss the significance of this river:  a river is a river is a river, at least until its banks overflow.  But first century readers would understand the symbolism:  the Jordan is the river that the Israelites cross when they finally are ready to leave Egypt behind, after 40 years of wandering in the wilderness, taking the most circuitous route to the promised land.  Bible commentator Charlene P. E. Burns notes that in the book of Joshua, the Jordan is seen as cleansing the Israelites from “the disgrace of Egypt (Josh. 5:9)  and the river also figures prominently in the Elijah-Elisha stories of 2 Kings, where its crossing sanctifies Elisha as Elijah’s successor (2 Kgs. 2:6–14).”  Here, too, in the Gospel of Luke, the river Jordan is a marker between two time periods, just as John is a marker between two ages, the time before Jesus and the time of the coming of the Messiah, the fulfillment of an ancient promise.  Here, too, we wait and hope—a very Advent theme. 

The river Jordan also symbolizes a cleansing, a return from exile, and the words that John speaks in this passage hearken back to an earlier passage from a different time of exile, the one addressed by Isaiah.  Bible commentator Mariam J. Kammell  says, “Isaiah 40:3–5 was originally a word to the exiles in Babylon and so brought comfort to the people of Israel, that their time of oppression would end with God’s rescue— that God had not forgotten them and would not neglect them.”  Here’s another Advent message that many of us need to hear.  We are not waiting and watching in vain; God will act, promises will be kept, justice and mercy will be delivered.  

There’s an interesting connection and contrast between worldly power and Divine power in the idea of making straight pathways.  When I read this passage this year, I thought of all the winding roads that can take me from the Asheville area to Bristol; I am grateful for the quick restoration of I 26 which makes it possible for me to be here to be part of worship and to be part of this community.  I was grateful for it before I took the winding, twisty roads that Sunday several weeks after the hurricane.  I see the passage in our text today as praising direct routes, and judging by the roads we build and rebuild, most of us in the 21st century feel the same way.

But first century hearers of this text would have a different connection to Roman roads.  Roman roads were straight, but they weren’t built for every day people.  Indeed, most people would never be given permission to use a Roman road.  Roman roads were built for armies and for officials who needed to respond to an emergency, much the same way as our interstate system was designed.  All others would use the dirt paths and other routes in between places.  A path made straight would not be a sign of easy travel.  A path made straight would be a sign of impending war.

If we make the mountains low, how will we see the approaching armies and prepare?  If the paths are smooth, we seem even more likely to be killed in a war or carried away as a captive to be sold into enslavement.  First century readers might be puzzled by this symbolism in this speech of John crying in the wilderness.

In the many intervening centuries, we’ve seen John’s speech as declaring that we need salvation, and that salvation is coming soon.  But John is preaching something far more profound than feeling sorry for the ways we’ve sinned.  The Greek word is metanoia, a turning around, and this idea is so important that we get a fuller exploration of it in next Sunday’s Gospel reading.

Like first century people made anxious by the idea of straight pathways, we have an Advent message that might make us nervous, much as we need to hear it.  John the Baptist reminds us of all the answers we thought we had, all the power we thought we understood.  Like the Israelites, we might feel that we’re in exile, cut off from home.  Like ordinary people during the time of Roman empire, we might feel like all our protections have been taken away, like we’re sitting ducks on a wide highway.  Like John, we might be finding ourselves in a wilderness.  Perhaps it’s a wilderness of our own making, like a move to a new job or maybe it’s one that descended on us, like illness or death or loss.

Hear the good news again.  Your salvation is at hand: your grieving heart will be comforted, your anger and irritation will lift, the planet will heal itself, God will take care of you.  In short, everything you need is on its way.

In this year, in every year, that’s the Advent message so many of us yearn to hear, whether delivered by angels or in dreams or in the mouth of a prophet.  This year, hear the message again and believe.


Friday, December 6, 2024

The Feast Day of Saint Nicholas

Today, all over Europe, the gift-giving season begins. I had a friend in grad school who celebrated Saint Nicholas Day by having each family member open one present on the night of Dec. 6. It was the first I had heard of the feast day, but I was enchanted.

Still, I don't do much with this feast day--if I had children or gift-giving friends, I might, but most years, I simply pause to remember the historical origins of the saint and the day.

In different years, I might have spent some time looking at my own Santa objects. One year, my step-mom in law and my father in law gave me these as Christmas presents:



They're actually cookie presses, and the Santa figures are the handles of the press. I've never used them as a cookie press, but I love them as decorations that are faithful to the European country of origin.

It's always a bit of a surprise to realize that Saint Nicholas was a real person. But indeed he was. In the fourth century, he lived in Myra, then part of Greece, now part of Turkey; eventually, he became Bishop of Myra. He became known for his habit of gift giving and miracle working, although it's hard to know what really happened and what's become folklore. Some of his gift giving is minor, like leaving coins in shoes that were left out for him. Some were more major, like resurrecting three boys killed by a butcher.

My favorite story is the one of the poor man with three children who had no dowry for them. No dowry meant no marriage, and so, they were going to have to become prostitutes. In the dead of night, Nicholas threw a bag of gold into the house. Some legends have that he left a bag of gold for each daughter that night, while some say that he gave the gold on successive nights, while some say that he gave the gold as each girl came to marrying age.

Through the centuries, the image of Saint Nicholas has morphed into Santa Claus, but as with many modern customs, one doesn't have to dig far to find the ancient root.

I don't have as many Santa images in my Christmas decorations. Here's my favorite Santa ornament:



I picked it up in May of 1994 or so. I was visiting my parents, and I went with them on a trip to Pennsylvania where my dad was attending a conference. I picked this ornament up in a gift shop that had baskets of ornaments on sale. I love that it uses twine as joints to hold Santa together.

In the past decade, I've been on the lookout for more modern Saint Nicholas images. A few years ago, one of my friends posted this photo of her Santa display to her Facebook page:


I love the ecumenical nature of this picture of Santa: Santa statues coexisting peacefully with Buddha statues. And then I thought, how perfect for the Feast Day of St. Nicholas!

More recently, I have a new favorite Saint Nicholas image, courtesy of my cousin's wife:





In this image, Santa communicates by way of American Sign Language. As I looked at the background of the photo, I realized Santa sits in a school--the sign on the bulletin board announces free breakfast and lunch.

The photo seems both modern and ancient to me: a saint who can communicate in the language we will hear, the promise that the hungry will be filled.

In our time, when ancient customs seem in danger of being taken over by consumerist frenzy, let us pause for a moment to reflect on gifts of all kinds. Let us remember those who don't have the money that gifts so often require. Let us invite the gifts of communication and generosity into our lives.

Thursday, December 5, 2024

Nuggets of Inspiration from Facebook Posts: C. S. Lewis on Saints and Theologian Ruben Alves on Hope

Every day I worry that I waste too much time zipping around to Internet sites, and I always feel I spend too much time on social media.  But each day, I get a bit of inspiration, a bit of uplift that keeps me hopeful that it's not a complete waste of time.  I've pasted some samples below.

And it's also worth remembering that I've always wasted some time:  trashy books, afternoon talk shows like Oprah, gossiping with colleagues.  It's good to remember that they weren't all complete wastes of time.  And it's probably unrealistic to expect myself to be productive every waking hour.

A Facebook friend who is a female pastor made this post:

As I drove to my last radiation treatment this morning and listened to the news about the escalation of the war in Ukraine and Russia, I remembered C.S. Lewis words, “How monotonously alike all the great tyrants and conquerors have been: how gloriously different are the saints." And here, I don't think he's talking about the saints with a capital S, but those who persist in the small, everyday acts of courage, hope, and kindness. These are the things that make for peace and that will, in the end, erase every memory of the great unoriginal tyrants.

A Facebook friend who is a female pastor made this post (completely unrelated to the above quote):

An Advent thought from Brazilian theologian Ruben Alves: “Hope is that presentiment that the imagination is more real, and reality less real, than we had thought. It is the sensation that the last word does not belong to the brutality of facts with their oppression and repression. It is the suspicion that reality is far more complex than realism would have us believe, that the frontiers of the possible are not determined by the limits of the present, and that miraculously and surprisingly, life is readying the creative event that will open the way to freedom and resurrection.”