Sermon for St James Black Mountain, 8/4/19

Porter Taylor

Proper 13C 8/4/19---

I come from a family of drinkers.

            Drinking was our family sport; it was part of the glue that held us together

So it’s not surprising that I started drinking when I was 13.

            In 1963 Asheville was not the town it is now.

There was a convenience store off  Haywood Avenue about a block from Prichard Park,

            That would sell anything to anyone.

In high school I’d play football on Friday nights and then drink beer with my friends.

            Now, I am an Episcopalian—and therefore I was a polite drinker.

            No DUI’s---not falling down at parties---no embarrassing scenes.

            Never had a wreck; never missed a day of work;

I’d drink late at night when my wife and the kids were asleep.

            Me and Jack Daniels in the dark.

When I started the process of discernment to the priesthood as part of the process

            Was to see a psychologist.

She asked my about my drinking and when I told her the truth

            She said--- You have to see an alcohol specialist.

                        I almost said, “I am an alcohol specialist” but did not.

So I went to see Kitty Myatt in downtown Nashville where we lived

            One of her questions was “When is the last time you had any alcohol to drink?”

            I said, “20 minutes ago.”

            (I had stopped at a Jim Dandy Convenience Store on the way)

She looked at me and said, “You have to quit drinking.”

            I said, “Okay, for how long?”

            And she said “Forever.”

“Forever” was like hearing a death knell.

            How was I ever going to live without alcohol?

            What would my family and I do together?

            How was I going to get to sleep? And on and on.

So I went home and told Jo, my wife.

We went through the house and poured all the beer and wine and Jack Daniels down the drain.

            I took bottles out of the linen closet behind the brooms.

I was okay for the first week. I consumed a lot of sugar.

            And I read a lot of books late at night.

Simultaneously at this time I was in the discernment process for the priesthood

            About ten days after seeing Kitty Myatt I got a letter from the diocese.

            I was standing in the front yard—2113 19th Ave South--and opened the envelope

I read the first words----- “I am pleased to accept you as a postulant….”

But I wondered ---Could I really be a good enough person to be a priest?

            If you were a Recovering alcoholic—weren’t you still an alcoholic?

I stood in the front yard immobilized---

            What if I started drinking again?

            Would I be an embarrassment to the Church?

And I heard a voice speak to me----

I don’t know what it was----but I think it was the Holy Spirit

            And it said “Remember-----you are more than this”

            Remember----you are more than this.

The this was my old life.

The this was my drinking and all the confusion that surrounded that

The this was how I saw myself and saw other people.

To be more than this was to be free to live a new life with a new purpose.

            It meant I didn’t belong to my addiction; I belonged to God

Now—I don’t intend this morning to turn into an AA meeting.

But when we hear St. Paul talk about “seeking things that are above”

            and to clothe “yourselves with the new self”

I think what he means for all of us is “We are more than our old THIS”

He means we can be born again---we can start over

Not because of our abilities but because of God’s never ending and limitless love for us.

            And that never ending limitless love raises us to new life.

The reason I stopped drinking was God gave me a vision of what my life could be.

            And I yearned to live into that—regardless of what it might take.

I had a glimpse of what is Above THIS---

In the epistle today, Paul is talking about individual behavior---

Anger, wrath, malice, slander, abusive language;

that’s the THIS that impends our growth

But he is also talking about our corporate body.

We as Christians are to model for the world what it looks like to live a Christ like life.

            Because God’s intention is for this world to be changed—to be more than this.

Perhaps like you I haven’t gotten over

Robert Mueller’s appearance with the House committees.

            Not because of what was revealed---but for the tone of the proceedings.

It was painful to see how our elected leaders treat one another

and more how they treat someone who has given his life to serve his country

And this is not  about Republicans or Democrats

It’s about a division and a rancor that is degrading our nation..

As St. Paul writes--- it’s anger, malice, slander, abusive language—

these are the things below

I want to be proud of our leaders.

            I want to hold them up as examples of the best in our country.

                        And I yearn for our country to live up to its calling

But here’s the thing.

I cannot control anyone but me.

It doesn’t help to point a finger at those people in Washington—

            That only feeds our egos and makes us self-righteous

So, what is that I can do and you can do?   Well, St. Paul tells us.

            Set your mind on things that are above,

            Put to death, therefore, whatever is earthly: passion, evil desire, anger, wrath,

malice, slander and abusive language.

Clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, meekness and patience.

Be the change you seek in the world.

As Christians we are to be living reminders of what God wants for all God’s children.

I feel with all my heart that we as a nation are to be more than this

            But that movement will not happen

if I stay filled with anger, wrath, malice, slander or abusive language from my mouth.

Because--- I am more than this and so are you and so is every person.

We are living the one life we have to live, and we are called to live it for God

            Our task is to live this life---God’s task is to take care of the world.

It doesn’t mean we aren’t political---we have an obligation to be involved citizens

            It means we offer ourselves up for God’s work of making

God’s realm of peace, justice and mercy come here on earth.

As we incarnate---compassion, kindness, humility, meekness and patience

Remember To kill a Mocking bird?

A group of white Men are a mob surrounding a black man’s house who is accused of a crime he didn’t commit

            On the edge of the crowd is a girl---Atticus Finch’s daughter---Scout

            And she yells at one of the men---  “Hey mister Cunningham. Don’t you remember me?

I go to school with Walter. He’s your boy ain’t he? We brought him home for dinner one time.

Tell him hey for me won’t you?”

            In that moment Walter’s father remembers he is more than this

            He separates himself from the mob---squats down and takes Scout by both shoulders.

“I’ll tell him you said hey little lady.”

And then all the mob remembers they are more than this and walk home.

If you want our leaders to behave better, begin with yourself.

            Say yourself “I am more than this” and “we are more than this”

Because it’s true---we are Christ bearers----

---we are God’s beloved—we are citizens of the New Jerusalem---

            We—all of us---Republicans, Democrats, Alcoholics, are sinners in need to God’s redemption---men and women who lose their way

and forget who they are and then are reminded—

by a voice by a small girl---by people like us---by a voice from heaven

            All of us who are on this journey of life are more than this

                        Therefore, our calling is to embrace who we are—to remind one another

                        So that we might live lives worthy of our calling.

+Porter Taylor

Palm Sunday—4/14/19

Philippians 2:5-11

Let the same mind be in you that was in Christ Jesus

            Who, though he was in the form of God

            Did not regard equality with God as something to be exploited

But emptied himself----he humbled himself and became obedient to the point of death

The Greek word for EMPTIED is KENOSIS

            It’s surrender—a complete letting go---

            As our Lord says on the Cross, “Not my will but yours”

We are called to go beyond this false self we present to the world

The self that cares about what we own, and how we look, and what people say about us

            And like St Francis---we unburden ourselves

            We throw all our possessions away

We walk away from our carefully constructed ego to ask God to make us new.


There’s a reason we hear the story of entering Jerusalem and ending up at the cross

            At the beginning of HOLY WEEK

We need to know where we are headed and what is required of us to be resurrected


We have to let go of our old mind and put on the mind of Christ

            And it’s a mind that reverses all our conceptions.

            Losing is winning

            Giving is receiving

            Dying is the door to new life.

One of the ancient names for the Church is The School of Love

            Because the only way to put on the mind of Christ is love.

                        Love is the hammer that nails us to the cross

Love is the one thing that will move us beyond our ego

 into another way of seeing and being

Think of the difference between Pilate and the thief on the cross

Pilate is a politician---he takes a poll

            He says to the crowd “I have found no ground for the sentence of death”

                        And yet the “loud shouts that Jesus should be crucified …prevailed”

Pilate condemns Jesus to death to keep his consituancy happy.

            As we often hear --- It’s not personal, just business.


But As Christians we know differently—

-to put on the mind of Christ is completely personal.

            Because love is always personal.

            The criminal on the cross asks Jesus to be remembered—

To be connected and then he finds his home in Paradise

He has emptied himself of his ego----and found communion.


In this time of political slogans and arguments and wrangling

            Let’s remember we don’t’ empty ourselves for political agendas

We empty ourselves for people---we empty ourselves for love---for connection.


There’s a sweet and deep book from  a 17th Century Roman Catholic priest named

            Jean-Pierre de Caussade called Abondonment to Divine Providence

            And he writes this “For those who have surrendered themselves completely to God, all they are and do has power. Their lives are sermons. (page 58).


If we seek resurrection, then we must let God kill off our old self and our old mind.

            The mind that is ego-driven.

            The mind that needs to label who is good and who is bad.

            Who is right and who is wrong.

The mind that is always concerned about how we stack up.

            Are we smart enough or rich enough?

Do we have the right political views or have we been to the right spiritual workshops?    

            Kenosis is the doorway to putting on the mind of Christ.

            Because Kenosis removes all barriers between us and the Lord

                        And between us and others.

How do we get there?  LOVE


When we empty our minds of who belongs in the righteous circle and who doesn’t          

            Because divine love is without boundaries,

            Because divine love gives us a taste of paradise.

Because to put on the mind of Christ is to stop thinking about where people have been

And to remember that we are all invited to paradise—just like the thief on the cross


I think of the moral center of American Literature which is The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

If you remember, after many episodes---

Huck has come to see Jim as a friend and not a slave

            But Huck still has remnants of the mind of of the world

            Huck is caught were we are often caught

            His heart says one thing but his mind says something else

Jim is his friend—his only friend---

but the world says JIM is a slave who must be returned to his owner.         

And for Huck this isn’t just obeying the law.

He is convinced if he ignores the law, he will be a sinner and he will go to hell.

He is caught between the mind of the world or the mind of Christ

            The mind that says our differences define us

            Or says that our actions define us—like the theif of the cross---

But then Huck remembers the adventures He and Jim have had

            He remembers that after he saved Jim from capture, Jim said

That Huck was the best friend Jim had in the world and the only one he’s got now.


And something happens---something we call kenosis---

            Huck’s old way of seeing the world is emptied---

he became obedient to the point of death

            This is how the novel reads:

“It was a close place. I took up the letter (to Jim’s owner) and held it in my hand….

And then I says to myself, “All right then I’ll go to hell” and tore the letter up.


To put on the mind of Christ is to empty ourselves of our old ways of seeing the world.

As Paul writes---If anyone is in Christ---there is a new creation.

Remember Jean-Peirre de Caussade ?

For those who have surrendered themselves completely to God,

Their lives are sermons. (page 58).

            This is the real preaching our world needs today. From you and me.

It’s about Kenosis--- Self-emptying. Putting off the old way of seeing the world

            And putting on the mind of Christ.


We stop worrying about our past or our future

            We stop thinking about all those other people who distract us from what matters

            Kenosis---our lives don’t need to revolve around Donald Trump or Nancy Pelosi

The Mueller Report is not the Good News of the Risen Lord

regardless of what is says or doesn’t say.

Those are events—those are activities—

but they are not about salvation or resurrection

            And they make it harder to practice Kenosis.


Instead we must attend to what is in front of us right now.

            This space—the hard wood of this pew—the light of the window

            Your breath in and out---the beat of your heart—the person sitting near you

These are the countless doorways to God’s love for you.

            Because the force behind resurrection is always love.

                        Huck’s love for Jim

                        The thief’s surprising love of Jesus on the Cross

            The love that enables us to be fully alive in this moment


It’s not that we divorce ourselves from the world.

Huck Finn does a very radical act in not turning Jim—a slave—into the authorities

            But his act is not about anger—not about revenge—not about his ego

            He’s not out to get anyone

No---the Kenosis of love has enabled him to shed all negative and divisive thought

            And act from his heart and his life is now a sermon---today.

Palm Sunday is a map for us

            We are invited to do better than wave Palms and give the right cheer.

                        We are invited to walk ourselves to Calvary

                        And pray for God to crucify our self centered mind and empty our egos

So that with God’s help we put on the mind of Christ—

and become God’s agents to make the world new.


 Porter Taylor

Chapel of the Cross, Chapel Hill

2/17/19—Epiphany 6C 

Last year  I watched a film called Wonder---

It’s about an eleven-year-old  boy named Augie

Augie is born with a congenital abnormality that has misshapen his face.

Augie is so ashamed of the way he looks, that he wears a space helmet all the time.

            To avoid the pain of being around other kids, Augie has been homeschooled

But his mother decides now that Augie is a 5th Grader,

he should go to school with other kids


As he enters this new world, Augie is caught where we are often caught.,

            He wants to believe the world can be different

            He wants to believe he will be accepted

but he hits a wall of rejection that leads him to despair.

Each day Augie eats alone in a crowded lunchroom.

            Some of the other kids say that if anyone touches Augie they’d get the plague.


Augie is caught where we as a nation are caught.

Our nation is more divided than we have been perhaps since the Civil War

            And the divisions are mostly acrimonious—

Republicans and Democrats think if they actually worked together,

                        They’d get the plague.

And it’s not this movie

It’s as if our world has turned into an Elementary school

And we have divided ourselves into separate tables at the lunch room

We’re afraid we’ll get the plague if we touch each other.

            Or even talk to each other much less work together.

So, we occupy our time by calling those other people names and keeping our distance.

            But in our hearts—we know this is not the abundant life God desires for us.


So—for the Good News.

Today we hear the Beatitudes from Luke’s Gospel

            And they are like Zen koans.

            At first blush, they don’t make sense---

                        Blessed are the poor---Woe to you who are rich

                        Blessed are you who are hungry—Woe to you are full now

                        Blessed are you who weep—Woe to you who are laughing

And so on.

The film can help us understand this

If we are smugly sitting in a lunch room

certain that we are eating the right lunch

with the right people in the right place

Then we have received our consolation---which is to have such a large ego

That we forget the kingdom of heaven.

We have forgotten that blessedness is upside down.

            It’s by our wounds that we are healed---because they open us up to grace.

My brothers and sisters, this is our moment as the Church because in a nation divided we are one of the few institutions in the Communion business

My fear is that we are so stuck in our self-righteous lunch room table that we will miss it.

As Christians, we are not in the plague business.

We are not in the labelling who is right and wrong business

            And we are not in the separation business.

We are in the unifying and transformative business.

The truth is we will all suffer and weep and lose our health and our loved ones

We will all hunger for something---meaning, wholeness, community, purpose

It’s by embracing our vulnerabilities, our wounds, our pain that we are able,

            Like Mary Magdalene, to go to the tomb and be raised to new life

                        And know our blessedness

We all know what divides our country.

But we cannot fixate on that.

That near sightedness blinds us to what God desires and God intends

What is it we promised in our baptism?

            To seek and serve Christ in all persons---All.

Donald Trump and Nancy Pelosi

Roy Williams and, yes, Coach K

We don’t serve Christ by labelling

            We serve Christ by reaching across the divide

In the gospel passage Jesus has healed all those who are sick or infirmed

            ALL—regardless of how they voted.

            And then he turns to the disciples

                        and proclaims the beatitudes to them

Because it doesn’t want them to think they are in the special part of the lunch room

            He doesn’t want them to think they are immune from pain or loss or sickness

 Blessed are you when you remember you are human and therefore all you have is God

            Blessed are you when you remember than divisions are our form of hell

Blessed are you after you eat the bread of heaven

because you become agents of heaven.

 When we follow Jesus, we let go of our tribal mentality because it brings us woe.

            It’s not our world—it’s God’s world—and God is calling everyone home.


 One of my many sins is to relish in the mistakes of our politicians

            And to rest in my sense of moral superiority.

When I do that—I am those fifth graders who separate themselves from Augie

Who sit at a different table filled with boys and girls like me

                        In a moral superiority while he is alone—and woe to me

The problem is NOT being rich or full or laughing or being complemented.

The problem is to forget how fragile life is

and to define ourselves by our current condition as if we have achieved anything---when we do that we have cursed ourselves.

 In the film Wonder, finally an African American girl named Summer walks across the divide and sits with Augie at lunch

            Then she’s followed by Jack,

a boy who earlier betrayed Augie but repents and says he is sorry.

And slowly the students wake up.

It’s as if they were in Frozen Narnia and they begin to see beyond Augie’s different looking face to the soul he is and the souls they are.

            Once I was blind and now I see.

 At the end of the movie Augie and Jack enter the school science fair.

They set up a box big enough to stand in Which is a camera obscura---

When the students enter, they can see Augie and Jack outside,

but the two boys look upside down.

When they exit the box, they see clearly.

This is our work for ourselves for our nation for our world.

            Without God—without Christ’s love—without a conversion                

We are in a box seeing the world upside down.

What we think is blessed can lead to a woe.

We look and see our political enemy---we see people with the plague

God invites us to come out of the box and cleanse our eyes

            Augie is not a monster—he doesn’t have the plague

                        He’s a child of God

                        As his mother says, he’s a WONDER

Just like you and me and Nancy Pelosi and Donald Trump

            And the people in Chapel Hill that drive you crazy.

Wonder is the capacity in us to wake to the presence of the holy in our lives

and in our world---

and everyone is a source for it---we just need to learn to see

Then like Summer—Like Jack we must cross the divide.

            We who have a vision—we who are commanded to love by the Lord

            Must move our feet.

Because some people are just stuck in the cardboard box where they see the world upside down.

            Remember what we promised in our baptism—to seek and serve all persons

To SEEK means to move our feet because God has revealed to us

that we and they are all WONDERS.

My friends this is the moment when the world--especially our country--needs the church

            Because we are the ones who have been commissioned---and equipped

                        To unleash the unity and hope and wonder that is in every child of God

If we do that, not only will we be blessed,

but we will be a blessing to this broken world.

May it be so.


Porter Taylor

Oct 28, 2018

Proper 25B

Let me start with a quote from the poet Wendell Berry:

            “To treat life as less than a miracle is to give up on it.”


Today we hear the story of blind Bartimeaus

            He is by the roadside.

            Which means he is not on the fast track to anywhere.

            He can see everyone else on their way to their important lives

            But he has nowhere to go.

I have been thinking about blindness in this country in 2018.

            And I think one version of it is that we have all joined some tribe

            We are the sons and daughters of someone---

just as Bartimaeus is the son of Timaeus---

and like Bartimaeus to some degree we feel powerless.

            We cannot see clearly why things are as they are.

            We cannot get in the flow of this country---

We know we belong to a tribe---

sons and daughters of Timeaus might be children of Republicans or Democrats or Libertarians or Tea Party or no party.


But there’s a sense that the world is passing us by and we can’t get in the flow.

Unlike Bartimaeus, our reaction is often a sort of fight or flight.

            We either find someone to blame---it’s Donald Trump’s fault

Or it’s Nancy Pelosi’s fault or it’s the gun lobbies fault or it’s Green Peace fault

            Or you fill in the blank.

The other option is just to let our world get smaller—

            We say to ourselves “I just won’t think about Washington or politics.”


So we either get angry or disassociate/  Fight or Flight.

But neither response gives us life—and neither opens us up for God’s grace


No—we must turn to God and call upon God to come to us.

And what when we call—we call for God’s mercy—God’s HESED

            God’s fierce LOVE---The love that is stronger than death.

            The love that raised Lazarus from the dead

The love that enabled women bent over to stand up straight and see people eye to eye.

            The love that gives vision to the blind and hearing to deaf

            And makes the world new and whole and alive.

We call upon that love because we believe it can change us and change the world.

            This is our first calling as Christians—to remember that God is God

            And just because we can’t figure out how to make the world right

            Doesn’t mean God cannot.

Now is a time for deep prayer---because in terms of the mess we are in---

            We have few resources or workable plans.

            “Son of David, have HESED on us.”

Indeed. It’s why we are here.

“To treat life as less than a miracle is to give up on it.”


First, we call out

And then we move our feet.

             Bartimaeus throws off his cloak and goes to Jesus.

If we want the Lord to work to change the world, then we must move towards Jesus

            And ask him to give us sight.

I read an amazing book entitled Rising Out of Hatred

It’s about a college student—Derek Black

who was a hard core Neo-Nazi---

As a teenager he posted articles on websites

talking about exterminating Jews and African Americans

            He said horrible things about immigrants.

But he in college he fell in love with a fellow student named Allison

            And his heart changed his head.

As long as he thought about categories of people, he could write anything he wanted

            He could rail against blacks and Mexicans and THOSE PEOPLE

            But when he thought about specific people---he could not write at all.

Because he had a different way of seeing and gradually he moved his feet.

It’s as if what he heard was “Take heart—get up—the Lord is calling you”

            And in his own way Derek Black said—“Let me see again”

It’s important to know that Derek Black couldn’t get out of his blindness by himself

His girlfriend Allison had to be willing

Both to see his goodness beneath his racism and words of hate

            But also to take the long work of reminding him of who he truly was.

            And she did that—not so he would agree with her—

            She did that because she loved him.

When we move our feet towards Jesus, we move our feet towards our neighbor.

            Like Paul---we move our feet towards Gentiles

            We move our feet towards those people we would overlook if not for Jesus

                        Not to change them—but to share God’s love with them.

Allison fell in love with Derek—and because she loved him., he changed.


We call upon the Lord—

Though his grace, we regain our sight and become agents of love

And then we follow where God’s Spirit leads us.

Jesus says “Go—and Bartimaeus followed him on THE WAY.”


Once we encounter the living Lord, we can’t go back to our old ways of seeing or being

            Derek Black has find a new way of being with his family

            And a new trajectory for his life.

Because once the Lord touches our hearts then we are called to be agents of love.


Remember---in our baptism this is what we promised the Lord:

            Will you seek and serve Christ in all persons?

            And we answered--- I will with God’s help.

And All is all. Mitch McConnell and Chuck Schumer.

            Donald Trump and Nancy Pelosi.

And the people who you ignore or who drive you crazy.

The good news is that God makes us new

and our newness enables others to start over.


Derek Black wasn’t the same person anymore.

            And that invited others to embrace a new way of being themselves.

Our calling as Christians is constant conversion—for ourselves and for the world.

We are blind; we gain sight; we help others

After a while we get blind again;

then others help us gain sight;

then we help others and on and on.

That means what we feel towards others is what Jesus felt towards Bartimaeus

And what Allison felt towards Derek.

Compassion—because we are all on this spiral journey towards heaven

            Together—that’s why we are here---to get to heaven by walking together

                        All the way to heaven is heaven.

If you dislike our world as it is---Love deeper.

            Call for Jesus to have HESED on me and you and those you pray for

Then move your feet to get closer to HIM and have him send you into a new land.

Be like Alison who loved Derek Black into wholeness

Be like Derek Black---who dared to change his life

            So that God could use him as a change agent for the world.

Remember Wendell Berry?

To treat life as less than a miracle is to give up on it.

            We cannot give up on it

            Because we know in our hearts—the Lord has not given up on any of us.





Porter Taylor

Funeral Sermon for Jeff Batkin



We are here to do three things.

To remember Jeff Batkin

To grieve our loss

And to give thanks that God has raised him to new life.

First to remember.

I met Jeff in Athens,GA because Marguerite was getting a graduate degree at UGA.

          And I think he knew more people in the congregation than I did.

          He was not just an extravert---he was a people lover.

          Jeff was interested in what was going on—People’s joys and pains

                    Not because he was nosy, but because he wanted to help.

He was into Appreciative Inquiry before there was Appreciative Inquiry—

          Because he did more than appreciated people, he loved them.

                    “How ya doing?” He’d say—“Let’s play golf and talk.”

The most fun I had in 12 years as bishop was playing golf on Fridays with Jeff And Jim Pritchett and Austin Rios.

Because Jeff would help us laugh and forget all the nonsense.

And he loved to work. He worked hard and effectively.

          He came to see me soon after I was consecrated--  “How can I help?”

          “I can’t really pay you,” I said.

          “I didn’t ask how much I can make,” I asked “How can I help?”

So when I didn’t know what to do with a Church, I’d sent Jeff.

I don’t know what he did, but everywhere he went,

the wardens would call me And say “Thanks for sending Jeff Batkin.”

I think of the many places he has touched through his ministry:

Florida, Georgia, North Carolina, South Carolina, Wyoming, Tennessee

It’s like Aslan in the Narnia breathing the breath of life on the frozen world.

Jeff made coat of arms for people—but I think his coat of arms would be

          He loved God, he loved people, he want to make a difference

We will miss him. His laugh, his enthusiasm, his dedication, his friendship.


We remember then we grieve.

We weep for the dead because we miss them.

If you love, you will weep.

So Marguerite, Josh, Drew, Marilyn, Claudia, Wendy, Gabrielle, Christina, Henry, Will, Charlie, Bailey, Riley, Maggie and all of us here—

          Today we are a community of tears.

There’s just a hole in our heart now that he is in the other world with the Lord.

I miss Jeff’s assurance that there wasn’t a problem that couldn’t be fixed---

And I miss the way is overflowing extraversion

was a tonic for me as an introvert.

                    I miss his laugh—and his deep friendship—and his zest for life.

He was a Southern version of Zorba the Greek.

We will miss his curiosity---and his contagious faith.

We remember, we grieve, And then we give thanks.

“Anyone who hears my word and believes in me has eternal life.”

Or as Paul says in the letter to the Romans               

For I am convinced that neither death nor life nor angels nor rulers nor things presentNor things to come, nor powers,

 nor height, nor depth, nor anything else in all creation

Will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.”

We give thanks that Jeff is with Christ---

probably playing golf and talking and laughing about what’s going on here.

When I was a young priest after a church service a small boy—about six years old

          Asked me why we pray for the dead

And I didn’t know what to say---

I couldn’t remember what they taught me in seminary.

So I blurted out what came to my mind--- “Because they aren’t dead.”

          The love of the Lord has connected Jeff to God in the other world

          And our love of the Lord has connected us to Jeff and all the saints.

When we gather around the altar today

we will give thanks with angels and archangels and all the company of heaven.

          And Jeff will be there whispering to Christie as the Celebrant,

 that if she needs help, call on him.

          We remember, we grieve, but most of all we give thanks

that God’s love erases the divide between death and life

and allows us at the grave to sing

          Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia.

+Porter Taylor



VTS Chapel--3/8/17

I want to start with a story form Anne Lamott— from her book Grace Eventually

Anne Lamott was driving along one day and she passed a carpet store

She saw a roll of green carpet leaning against the wall

that looked perfect for her Sunday School room

So she stopped and bought it for $50.

When she rolled it out in the Church, she found a moldy spot in the very middle.

One of the other teachers took it back to the store to return it,

but when Anne talked to her,

she said the owner said he didn’t have $50 on hand,

and she’d have to come back later for a refund.

So Anne went back the next day,

but the owner said that someone else had already picked up the refund.

          It turned out no one had.

When Anne went back again--- the owner showed her a receipt for the $50 refund.

          They got into a heated argument and had what my mother called “Words”

Then Anne sent her boyfriend---

who was big and intimating, but with the same results.

So she went back again.

          Finally after another argument,

The owner wrote Anne a check for $50.

Feeling triumphant she went to bank,

but the teller told her “the check bounced.  There are insufficient funds.”


Now what do you think happens at this point in the story?

          Well, Anne Lamott could get a lawyer---

                    She could write on Facebook how horrible the carpet guy is.

                              She could march in front of his store.

          She could get the community to shun him—

                    She could ask the Archbishop of Canterbury to denounce him.

          She could get all the carpet stores to exclude this store from their club.

          She could look up all the biblical passages about corrupt carpet owners

and tell him if he didn’t repent, he would rot in hell.

Or she could do the Episcopal thing

She could  ignore him---and practice what we call “tolerance”

which is to write him out of her mind and her life.

Today Jesus cancels all those options---

          The only sign is the sign of Jonah

We are not called to stand above the world

with our scorecards of who is right and who is wrong

We are called to get into the belly of the whale---

          Because It’s our self-righteousness that has to be put to death.

To be resurrected, we have to go underwater—into the dark depths

          Where we can’t map the world—

                    Where all we have is the love of Jesus.


I think our time in history is the moment for the Church.

Because in a world riddled with division the only way forward is to go deeper.

          Like Jonah—our business is not telling God who is righteous and who isn’t.

Our business is to let God kill off our ego---

so that as we are raised, we can be instruments of reconciliation.


It doesn’t mean we don’t take stands—it doesn’t mean we have marches

          It doesn’t mean we become wishy washy

It means we do not close our hearts to anyone—

          It means the change we seek must begin with us and not THOSE PEOPLE

It means it’s a sin to pray for God to destroy the Ninevites.

Because It’s one thing to throw rocks at the Ninevites—

it’s another to go into the whale

Until you get spit on their shore[PT1]  and wait for God to use you for God’s work


I remember how angry white liberals got with Will Campbell

Because he would go and eat with the KKK.

          He once said, “I’m Will Campbell—

I am pro-Klansman because I am pro human being.”

“there’s nothing in the Scripture that said visit the sick if they are morally sound.”


Back to Anne Lamott:  she writes:

I sat outside the bank for awhile.  Look I said to God: it’s up to YOU, pal.

Then I sat in the sun and [started]… to laugh.

I felt deep inside that I’d gotten it…a kind of miracle.

          I stopped hating myself.

The carpet guy had cheated me,

but he was also an innocent bystander in a very old story

          He was the ledger inside of me of every time I had been humiliated and stiffed.

Well, I said to God, the Eagle has landed. Now what am I supposed to do?

After a few minutes, I knew.

 [I went] to Safeway…[and bought] a bouquet of daisies for the carpet man…

I wrote him a note: “Here is your check back. 

I am very sorry for the way I behaved.  Anne.”

The carpet store was locked….I tied the daisies to the doorknob

and dropped the check and my note through the mail slot….

          I called the carpet store from my kitchen at five….

          “Hi” I said. “This is Anne Lamott”…

          “I got your letter,” he said, “That was a decent thing.”

 And just as I began to savor his words, he added, “but you behaved badly.”

It started up in me again, but this time it didn’t take over,

because something got there first.

          You want to know how big God’s love is?

          The answer is…it’s bigger than you are comfortable with.


This is the mystery of getting in the belly of the whale.

This mystery is our calling to leave the shore of our self-righteousness

And go into the deep dark

so that God can open our hearts to speak the words  

That must be spoken if our land is ever to be whole.

Like Anne Lamont we all have a ledger

And I am tired of seeing politicians take up so much space on mine.

My better angel reminds me it’s a sin to pray for his downfall

          So I am trying to get in the water and let the whale swallow me

                              And take me where I don’t want to go--but where I need to be

                                        So that I might be whole and God might use me for healing.

My brothers and sisters, The Lord invites us to a holy Lent

Let’s don’t lose sight of our task.

This isn’t about chocolate or any spiritual Olympics

          It’s about resurrection—the resurrection of the world but beginning with us.


You want to know how big God’s love is?

          The answer is it’s bigger than we are comfortable with—

                    Because that love pushes us in the water and into the whale.


Porter Taylor---Address to the Diocese of Louisiana Convention—11/16

This morning I want to say two things that seem contradictory but aren’t.

(1)  I want to name that we as the Episcopal Church swim in the sea of alcoholism (2)  But paradoxically I want to assert that those of us who are addicts in recovery have a gift the Church desperately needs.  So it’s sort of hard news first---and hopeful news second.  At our last General Convention, resolutions called for our Church to “confront and repent the Episcopal Church’s complicity  in a “culture of alcohol, denial, and enabling.”  Now I am not the Grinch who is here to steal Mardi Gras  or tailgating at the Saints game next week.

I am here to remind us of our mission--to restore all people to unity with God and each other in Christ. The unity we seek is deeper than the comradery that comes after a few drinks and it’s much deeper from any denial we have that addiction in its many forms is not eating away the soul of this country and this church.  Alan Jones once said, “You are the veil that separates you from the paradise you seek.  Our addictions are one of the veils that separate us from knowing heaven here and now.  Addictions make us smaller and they are walls that keep us from communion.

I stopped drinking when I was 40.   I come from a family of big drinkers.  When the doctor told my dad to limit his drinking to 2 ounces a day, my father said, “Hell Doc, I spill that much.”  When I told my mother I wasn’t drinking anymore,  she said “You’ll never have fun anymore.”  Because she couldn’t imagine how her son could be joyful without alcohol.  In my family, drinking was the language we used to say “You belong.   But we as the Church have a different vision.   Our goal is to experience paradise—heaven here and now as well as after our death.

We cannot swap the Lord’s promise to us for a hazy counterfeit sense of alcohol induced comradery because we’re afraid we won’t have fun anymore. I am not trying to go back to prohibition---I am trying to remind us of our mission. As St. Catherine of Siena said, “All the way to heaven is heaven and all the way to hell is hell.” For a lot of people--drinking is a gift to being social—There is an aesthetic enjoyment that is a gift of creation.  There’s a reason Jesus turned all that water into wine at Cana, but drinking will not bring us heaven or Pentecost or holy communion.

          And therefore, we in the Church, need to remember the limits of alcohol and respect that for some of us—it’s poison.  We as a Church need to change our perspective about alcohol and addiction because addiction takes us away from our mission; it keeps us from heaven.

That’s thing ONE.  To get to thing two we need a poem.

Kindness-- by Naomi Shihab Nye

Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.

Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing. 
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.

Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and
     purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
it is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you every where
like a shadow or a friend.

Alcoholics talk about themselves as Grateful Recovering alcoholics.  This morning I primarily want to talk about where that gratitude comes from and what it has to do with the Church.  Because my goal for our Church is not simply to get our addictions under control--it’s not to stop certain behaviors so they don’t cause the Church anymore problems.  No—to quote from St. Paul, the goal is  to lead a life worthy of the calling to which we have been called (Ephesians 4: 1).    And Paul goes on to describe this process----As followers of the Lord Jesus, “we are grow up in every way into him who is the head, into Christ.”  Our mission is this growth—as individuals and as a body.

We talk about addictions this weekend for two reasons. One--they hinder the whole body.   They keep everyone from growing into the likeness of Christ.  But TWO—Those of us in recovery have good news for the Church because we have lost things---before we found kindness.   We have seen the future dissolve like salt in a weakened broth and have known sorrow as the other deepest thing.  The recovery movement has many gifts to give to the Church.  And I want to hint at what some of them that might be.

1.     We know that by losing we are found. Our weakness is our strength.  And that when we die we are raised to new life.  We used to live in what W. H. Auden called “The Age of Anxiety,”  But now we live in a world of terror. When black men keep getting shot in our streets; when mass murders no longer surprises us; when we see whole countries dissolve into chaos—Syria or Venezuela, is it any wonder that we drink or stick poison in our veins or gamble?

          At the core of my addiction to alcohol was a fear that I wasn’t loveable, and I thought Jack Daniels could drown those voices. Before you can know what kindness really is, you must lose things.  None of the miracles in my life have been a result of any of my strengths or accomplishments. All of them have started with the word God always hears--- “PLEASE" .In 1990 on a spring day in Nashville Tennessee, I got a letter from Bishop George Reynolds.  I had been in the discernment process for a year and a half.  As soon as I read the words “I am writing to inform you that I hereby make you a postulant for holy orders," a voice came into my head that said “You need to stop drinking because the church doesn’t need another drunk priest.” But I didn’t know how and didn’t think I could and started to talk myself out it.  And then the only word I could say to God was “Please help me.”

What if we turned away from being the Church with all the answers to the Church who asked God from our hearts— “Please show us the Way”?  What if we embraced our weaknesses and saw them as the roads which would lead us back to God? I cannot read anymore books about the New Church---or the emerging Paradigm because newness doesn’t start with a design model or a program or a plan.  It starts with simply saying HELP.

Our Church has an addiction to thinking that in order to be important we have to look a certain way---- or have a certain number of members---or maintain a certain order. But our calling is to proclaim the mystery of the cross: Christ has died Christ is risen Christ will come again. Recovery can give the Church courage to let the self that is taking our life away die so a resurrected self can be born.  Before you can know what kindness really is---you must lose things.

1.     By losing we are found.

2.     You can’t heal alone.

WE live together; we die together; but we are always together.  There’s a reason recovery programs are group processes.  The first time I walked into an AA meeting, I thought  “Why do I have to listen to all these other people talk about themselves?” And why do I care about whether they are sober?  But the reason I drank was because I bought into a scarcity theology.  I was so scared there wasn’t enough blessing for me that instead of opening my hands for the bread of heaven, I drank ALONE late at night to quiet my fears of being left out.

My brothers and sisters---as a world will either live  together or die together but we are together. The way you keep sober is by paying attention to the well being of others who cry for help and   I would say the way you grow in holiness is by being connected to God and by paying attention to the well being of others who cry for help

This is the Church’s mission.  We are in the together business—the communion enterprise. After all of our sacraments require other people.  You can’t absolve yourself; you can’t bless yourself; you can’t marry yourself; you can’t receive the Eucharist by yourself; you can’t baptize yourself.  We are about HOLY COMMUNION.   The sobriety of the Church requires that we pay attention to the voices who are in pain—or who feel lost---or do not know how to get out of hell but want to.

Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,

Sometimes we are on the bus and sometimes we are on the side of the road.

          The recovery movement reminds us that it’s not about you—it’s a movement.  It’s about being part of God bringing us from error into truth, ,from sin into righteousness, from death into life.

1.     By losing we are found.

2.     You can’t heal alone.

3.     This moment is the only moment we have to be alive.

Like you, I am aware that something’s going to happen next Tuesday.  And because one person will be elected as the next President and the other person won’t, some of you will be happy and some of you will be in despair. But there’s a gift that the recovery movement can give us. One day at a time.  This is the day the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it.

          Remember the last two words of that line--- We can only be alive when we are IN IT. Alcoholics, Drug Addicts, Sex Addicts, Compulsive Gamblers or Shoppers, all addicts share this trait---  It’s hard to be in this moment.  We all want an alternative reality-- We want to live in a different story, and we as believers in the sanctity of the Incarnation have a gift to give to our nation because underneath all the political rhetoric on the left and the right as a nation we are scared to death.

This Saturday—I think is HOLY SATURDAY.  It’s a time when our nation is standing still.  And because that is scary, it’s tempting for us to get out of the moment with some distraction----some addiction---some way to keep the fear and tension away. But we as Christians are called to a different response---Like Mary Magdalene---we are called to go to the Garden and wait in the calm of sobriety. Realizing that as long as we vote---and please God tell me you will vote--  As long as we vote, it’s all out of our hands. All we have is our faith. All we have is God’s promise. All we have is the love of the Lord which is in our hearts. But because we have that---we know there will be resurrection. Not because of us—but because God’s love is stronger than death.

So, my brothers and sisters, May you have the courage to confront your complicity in a Church wide culture of alcohol.  But may you embrace the gifts the recovery movement can give us

Losing is finding.

We are always together.

And this is only moment we have to be alive.

Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
…only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
it is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you everywhere
like a shadow or a friend.


Porter Taylor

Diocese of Louisiana Convention--Sermon

November 4, 2016

Let’s begin with a poem from the Israeli poet Yehuda Amichai

From the place where we are right
Flowers will never grow
In the spring.

The place where we are right
Is hard and trampled
Like a yard.

But doubts and loves
Dig up the world
Like a mole, a plow.
And a whisper will be heard in the place
Where the ruined
House once stood.

A French philosopher was asked why he didn’t go to church for decades,

          And he replied--- “I preferred my aching hunger to being fed.”

We prefer our aching hunger because we get stuck in the place where we are right.

The banquet feast is always all around us—

The Eucharistic table is not limited to any Church

---it’s at the restaurant on Borboun Street and it’s at your kitchen table.

          The only reservation is in our heads and hearts.

Because we have such a hard time believing that grace is grace is grace.

          We want to make it about us—our worthiness;  our wonderful accomplishments

          Rather than about God and God’s unbelievable love for us.

We prefer our aching hunger to being fed

because deep down------we think we have to  feed ourselves.

At its core Christianity is about being fed and being free.

It’s about letting go of our sense of worthiness---

and our notion that we deserve anything.

Our job is to admit our hunger---

To realize that we cannot feed ourselves

and to turn again and again to Jesus Christ and open our hands.

          And ask for our Daily Bread—which is the Bread of heaven.

And then eat and be glad that we are not in control.

And that all of life is gift.

As the Psalmist says, “One day in the Courts of the Lord are worth a thousand in my own room.”

My name is Porter and I am an alcoholic.

          I know how hard it is to ask make this turn and ask for Daily Bread

                    Instead of poison.

I have been this woman in this gospel story and at times I still am this woman—

          Standing on the street looking in at the banquet

                    but certain no one like me could ever get to the table.

I never doubted God’s love and the grace and mercy of Jesus

          I just never thought that they were available to someone like me.

I grew up with a hole in my heart that I thought only alcohol could fill.

          But as some of you know---

there’s never enough drink or drugs or sex or gambling or any addiction to fill that hole.

                    And at the end—it’s a vicious cycle

The more you drink, the worse you feel about yourself

Which means you drink more.

Remember where we started?

          “I preferred my aching hunger to being fed.”

And sometimes that aching hunger has turned me into Simon—

          Being afraid of my unworthiness---my shame at my unmanageable hungers

          That I masked those hungers—not with wealth—not servants

          But diplomas—BA; MA, PhD---

In my late thirties—I had two lives

I was an English professor during the day---

          Which means I looked smart and accomplished and professional

          I was like Simon in the story—convinced I could make the world work.

          I was Dr. Taylor---with degrees to prove my worthiness.

But at night I wandered the house when everyone was asleep

          Because I was thirsty to feel whole.

          I was like this woman----on the doorstep of the banquet

          But unlike her, I didn’t think I could ever get invited in.

And so I tried to drown my fears---I tried to drink away all my doubts.

          But it’s a vicious cycle—the more I drank, the worse I felt about myself

                    Which meant I had to drink more.                   

There’s only one way I out of this.

We admit we are powerless to make our lives work.

          And turn our lives over to the living God.

We stop listeningto our doubts

And move to the center and grab the Lord’s feet and wash them with our tears/

Christianity is about being fed and being freed---

When we receive God’s grace, we are freed from our own self righteousness---

Freed from our own sense of control and entitlement

and most of all freed from our illusion that we can do anything without Jesus Christ.

The people who think they are in control and that they are worthy—stay hungry.

This woman standing in front of Simon’s house has no illusions about her need---

          She sees herself crystal clear—

          But finally her hunger pushes her to the table----

Even though going into that house with those men is the last place she wants to be.

So the question for all of us—

because we are all addicted to our egos—or our self image

The question is how badly do we want Jesus?

          He will be in the house of the person who is our worst nightmare—

          Jesus is not going to be at Desmond Tutu’s house----

Jesus is only to be found in Donald Trump’s house—

-or conversely Hilary Clinton’s house—

          Or for you LSU fans—in Alabama’s house.

The question is---- will our hunger push us to go to the center of the house to be fed?

Do we long to be fed or to be right?

Do we long to witness heaven or gather around us people who look and think like we do?

Do we come to the table with empty hands or our list of how the world should look?

We can only get to the table when we admit our powerlessness,

And that our lives are unmanageable.

From the place where we are right flowers will never grow in the spring

The place where we are right
Is hard and trampled
Like a yard.

But doubts and loves
Dig up the world
Like a mole, a plow.

Our doubts about our own ability to make our lives work

          And our love of the Lord dig up our world

                    And bring us to the table of the Lord

That love restores us to sanity if we to turn our lives over.

We have to leave the street of self righteousness

          The place where we think we know how the world works---

Because it’s not that the woman is righteous and Simon is not

          It’s that she is willing to be changed—

                    The question is--- are we?

What if Jesus is eating with Hilary Clinton—would we go the table?

What if Jesus is eating with Donald Trump---would we be willing to move our feet?

From the place where you are right, flowers will never grow in the spring.

I have been meditating on this story for decades because it is so dear.

          But what has come to me this week—

          Is that the woman is not weeping for herself alone.

                    She weeps for Simon and his friends.

                    She weeps for the heart that dare not acknowledge its hunger.

She weeps for everyone who is the grip of some addiction that imprisons them.

She weeps for the self-righteous who cannot open their lives to know heaven.

                    Four days before the election she weeps for our nation.

                    She weeps for our Church.

May her tears open our eyes—and our hearts---

May they be the water of baptism

that move us through the door to the table where all God’s children are fed.


August 21, 2016

Hayesville 16C

Let me start with a story. It’s my story but I think it’s also our story for this time. My wife Jo and I adopted our son Arthur in 1984. From the time he was verbal, he knew he was adopted. When he was four, we told him we were seeking to adopt a second child. One day, we got a call from the adoption agency saying  they had a baby to place with us. Jo and I were excited beyond our wildest dreams, and in his four year old way, so was Arthur.
We talked about the future. We imagined what this child, this baby boy, would mean for all of us. We knew our lives were opening up, that we were part of some plan, some calling in a larger horizon. God was with us and God would carry us into this new place. We planned a party to welcome this sign of the glorious future into our lives. Two days later, the agency called us back. The birth parents had changed their minds. The future we knew that God called us to was snatched away by a phone call. With that deadly seriousness that only parents can have, we sat Arthur down, and told him. He was very quiet---and as serious as a four year old can be. Then he looked at us and said--- “Can we still have a party?”
This is my story in 1984, but it’s our story in 2016. In age of terror---bombs in Paris; shootings in Charleston, in the midst of a very contentious election; when the new century turns from a dream of possibilities into a time of fear
can we proclaim The Great Thanksgiving—?

Today we hear the words of the prophet Isaiah---
And he is writing to a people whose dream has not come through in the way they imagined. Yes, they have returned from exile, but their home is not really home. Nothing is as it should be: Jerusalem is devasted; the land is barren; the economy has tanked. Yet God anoints Isaiah to celebrate, to party, to be the Good News in a world diminished by despair. God anoints Isaiah to remember God’s great reversal: If Israel is faithful; God will satisfy their needs in parched places. The people will be like a watered garden in the desert. And all that is lost will be restored---your ancient ruins will be rebuilt.

My brothers and sisters, our calling is to boldly proclaim the gospel, the Good News of Jesus Christ, and this world in this time is desperate to hear it. We have too much fear, too many yokes upon us. Too much pointing the finger and speaking of evil. The Word of Good News needs to be spoken, that is our calling. We celebrate because God is in Charge. We give thanks because the Great Reversal is here; the year of Jubliee is upon us. God is about to do a new thing here and now:
 As Isaiah proclaims a few chapters on--- liberty to the captives; release to the prisoners; good news to the oppressed even in the midst of war and fear and terror. As The poet, sweet George Herbert says: “Away Distrust—My God hath promised and He is just”. Can we still party even when the new birth doesn’t seem as if it will come?
Do we have the faith, the hope, the courage to speak the word, to make the gesture, to take the first step?

Look what happens when those anointed bring the good news: the people build up the ancient ruins, they raise up the foundations of new cities. They repair the breech—
They restore the cities to live in.
What might that mean for the cities in the USA or Paris or Syria?

Eleanor Roosevelt once said, “You must do the things you think you cannot do”
But if our people are to do them, we must speak the dream, we must remind them of God’s future. We must be the voice of hope in this world of ever increasing despair. Like Paul, we must say over and over again--- rejoice, again I say rejoice! Not just “It will be okay.” Not just “God is with you.” Not just “it will all work out.”
But— rejoice---good news---liberty---release.
God is calling us to see a different way to live together. God is calling us to proclaim the Beloved Community---
The Israelites won’t feel at home by just moving back to Jerusalem; they will feel at home when they live the way God wants all God’s children to live: 
Good news---Liberty---release---

So what does this mean? 
The theologian Douglas John Hall quotes P G Wodehouse: I believe there are two ways of writing novels. 
One is mine, making a sort of musical comedy without music and ignoring real life altogether;  the other is going right deep down into life and not caring a damn. Douglas John Hall says, “to not care a damn” is to be free or to be fools for Christ, to dig down deep and be a church that is about things that matter. To not give a damn—because we speak the word of hope even when the evidence doesn’t warrant it. We are called to celebrate even when the phone call doesn’t tell you what you want to hear.

What does this mean---?
It means the world needs the Church to be the Church and boldly proclaim God’s vision—Let’s don’t try to get this world back to where we were; let’s work to go where God intends us to be---No more war; no more division; no more hunger. No more barriers to schools, homes, medicine, good jobs. Cities where the old have a place to sleep and the young can play in the streets. Let us speak God’s vision with confidence and let us act upon it now and see the vision become flesh and dwell about us. Dig down deep and not give a damn about what the neighbors or the cynics say.

Oh, we did have a party that night.
We got some ice cream and watched cartoons, and we remembered the hope, the promise, the horizon. A year later, the phone rang again, and two days later we brought Marie home. My brothers and sisters. Now is the time for us to follow our call.  We have been anointed. Spread the news: the Great Reversal is here. God is changing the world.

August 7, 2016

Morganton 14C

Let’s begin with the great theologian Rienhold Niebuhr: 
“Nothing that is worth doing can be achieved in our lifetime; 
    therefore we must be saved by hope. 

Nothing which is true or beautiful or good
    makes complete sense in any immediate context of history; 
        therefore we must be saved by faith. 

Nothing we do, however virtuous, can be accomplished alone; 
    therefore we must be saved by love. 

No virtuous act is quite as virtuous from the standpoint of our friend or
    foe as it is from our standpoint. 
    Therefore we must be saved by the final form of love which is forgiveness.”

What Niebuhr points to is exactly what we don’t want to know— We live in time; we live in the incomplete; whatever it is we want to accomplish, it won’t be finished in our lifetime because the world is always moving.
Too often we want to turn faith into a coin we can put in our pocket. Faith becomes a thing—a set of propositions or principles. But our faith is less my faith that these ideas are true. And much more my faith IN the Living God.
WE fight wars and we label others as less than us when we believe THAT. When we have a faith that believes IN, then it changes our whole stance to the world. Because we don’t have to defend our beliefs, we have to strengthen our connection. Christianity is not a philosophy, it is not a political platform. It is not a set a propositions that we have to guard. Christianity is a love affair with the living God revealed in Jesus Christ. It’s why our Creeds proclaim WE believe IN one God. We believe in one Lord Jesus Christ. We believe in the Holy Spirit. Remember where we started this morning?
“Nothing that is worth doing can be achieved in our lifetime;  therefore we must be saved by hope." 
Faith is the assurance of things hoped for and the conviction of things not seen. Our faith enables us to do what we are called to do here and now. Knowing that we are only building on the work of the saints gone before and laying a foundation for those coming after us. Those to be confirmed or received need to know that you are not receiving special powers nor a promise of a pain free life. You are being empowered to serve the Lord and that empowerment is a deeper faith. This doesn’t mean you’ll know how to solve the world’s problems. But it does mean you’ll have confidence that God knows and will use you as God will. What matters is that you catch a vision, believe in it, and move your feet. Like Abraham---to walk not knowing where he was going—with his faith as a compass. And to know that all of the promises won’t come true in his lifetime. The only land Abraham possesses is a small field near Hebron that he buys for a burial ground for his family. Abraham lived in tents but he looked forward to “the city that has foundations whose architect and builder is God.”

When we say in the Eucharist, “Lift up your hearts/ We lift them to the Lord”, we mean we are lifting up our intentions, our horizon, our hopes. We are not thinking about what we can do but about what God can do through  us. We won’t know how to get there, but we know that we must begin.

Think about our world today.
A world where so few have so much and so many have so little. A world where numerous black men have been shot in the streets by police in this year alone. A world where so many countries are like ours—we know who we are against. But we have forgotten who we are for.

Faith is faith is faith. The world has never needed faithful Christians as it does today. Not because we have answers, but because the world is sinking in despair. The world no longer has the assurance of things hoped for.

Lynne Twist, the leader of an organization called Hunger Project, tells of a trip she and some volunteers took to a village in the desert of Senegal on the western tip of Africa. The village’s water supplies were gone and their well was dry. As a result, the children were sick, and the animals were hungry and the crops were dying. When the Hunger Project volunteers arrived, they sat in a circle with the tribal leaders who were men. The women of the village sat in an outer circle. After some time, Lynne Twist asked if she could speak to the women, the women told her they had a vision that underneath the village was an underground river. But men wouldn’t let them dig because visions didn’t come to women. Lynne Twist and the women spoke to the men and then the men spoke among themselves. Finally they let the women dig. And so they did—day after day; week after week; month after month.The men laughed at them—but the women had a vision---they had hope---they had been promised by God.
After a year of digging---they found water. After a year of acting on the promise---the promise came true. The children got well, the animals prospered and the crops grew. Years later they still have water.

What’s the dream God has implanted in your heart to bring water and peace and schools and food and harmony
and health care and the Beloved Community to this land? And will you move your feet towards that---with only your faith. Knowing that your faith connects you to God and God’s vision for this world?

Linville, 2016


In 2005, my first year as a bishop, my daughter, Marie, went on a summer trip to the Caribbean. We used frequent flyer miles to get her there. So to get home she flew from Miami to Newark and Newark to Asheville. Except that when she got to Newark—the flight was cancelled. She was 16—it was 8:00 on a Sunday night and she’s stuck in the Newark airport. I was talking to her on the phone—trying to tell her how to fix this. But I didn’t know how to fix it. So I said the only logical thing a father can say—“Talk to your mother”
While they talked, I tried to think of who I knew in New Jersey. And the answer was---no one. And then I remembered—there’s a bishop in Newark—I confess, I didn’t remember his name. I looked him up in the bishops’ list---Jack Croneberger. So I called him on the other line--- “Jack, this is your best friend, Porter Taylor”
Long pause. “Oh hi Porter”. I explained about Marie and then said— “if you could just get a priest or deacon to go to the airport and take her to a motel and get her settled—I’d be grateful for life.” Longer pause. “Just a minute” he said.  Soon he got back on the phone: “Porter. Tell her that a fat white guy in a black Volvo will be there in 20 minutes.”
Amazing Grace how sweet the sound---20 minutes later the Bishop of Newark showed up at the airport, 
picked up my daughter and took her to his home—his wife fed her---and they showed her to a guest room
and put her in a cab at 5:30 the next morning going to the airport.

I tell this story because the Scripture readings today are about two Christian Virtues that are really the same virtue:
The Gospel is about humility and the epistle is about hospitality.
I can talk a long time about each of them. I can tell you the Greek etymology and give a scriptural history or talk about what St. Bernard of Clairvaux of the 12th Century said about them. Or I could make this a political sermon and talk about immigration. I could talk about North Carolina’s HB2 laws.
But we would never get to the heart of the matter—
Which is about opening our hearts.

Because the heart connects humility and hospitality. Humility reminds us of who we are—and once we know that, hospitality is our response. So first—humility. The word “Humility” comes from “humus”—which means dirt.  Remember that you are dust and to dust you shall return. We remember we are created by God—And that our lives are short and fragile—And therefore we need each other—because all of us get stuck somewhere. That recognition —opens our hearts---opens our definitions of others. Opens our houses and our lives. Humility—Remembering I am dust and to dust I shall return---makes us hospitable. Because we remember where we are going. We remember that this earth is not our home---it’s a way station. Our home is with God in the New Jerusalem.  Where all God’s children live in peace and harmony—No more wars, no more politics, no more hurricanes or fires or shootings. And our task is to have a foretaste of that heavenly city here and now. All the way to heaven is heaven. Love God—love your neighbor—everything hangs on these two laws.
Which could mean going to the airport on a Sunday night after you’ve worked all day to pick up a 16 year old stranger to give her a place to sleep. Which could mean much more about how we treat all our neighbors.

When we get out of our heads and into our hearts, we remember Christianity is not a philosophy. It’s not a set of principles—it’s not a rational list of rules and it’s not a political platform. It’s receiving the love God showers upon you and loving your brother and sister in return. It’s about remembering that once we were all lost---and God found us—and brought us not just from an airport to a home. But from death to life.

There is so much bad religion all around us. There is so much effort to turn Jesus into Benjamin Franklin. A Rule giver---a person that offers us 12 steps to a pain free life. Or we turn Jesus into a loud speaker who---surprise—has the same political positions as we do. Yes—we do need to have the Christian voice in the public square and Yes—as a bishop I have taken stands on many political issues. But each time I do, I try to remember--- “I could be wrong.” I remind myself---“I am making my best guess on this issue.” Because on this side of heaven—we see in a glass dimly and know in part. All we know for sure is that the love of Jesus has come into our hearts and changed everything, which means we are all connected. Which means we are called to be welcome others into our churches and our lives—which is hospitality. As Paul says in his letters--- I am a prisoner of Jesus Christ. Once we belong to him then we are out of the sorting business of who belongs and who doesn’t and we are in the loving business.

My brothers and sisters—humility---hospitality are gifts we as the Church must give to the world. There is so much division, so much fear, and so much suffering. We are inundated with political ads about what’s wrong and then there’s Isis and Zika, and the California fires, the Italian earthquakes, and the Louisiana floods. It’s tempting to close down---to protect ourselves---to wait it out. And it’s tempting to label the world and not welcome those we think are unworthy. But that is not our calling----even when we think we are right.

There’s a story about Jesus coming to talk to St. Peter at the Gate to Heaven. Jesus says—“Peter, we have gone over and over the list of qualifications, but I keep seeing people in heaven that shouldn’t be here. What’s the problem?
Peter says, “It’s not me Lord. It’s your mother. I tell them no but then they go to the back door and she lets them in.”
Back door---front door---windows---
We have to leave space for all God’s children to know heaven but to do that—like Mary---we have to be so in love with God that we long for everyone to know what that love is. And we always leave a door open. In this age of terror and division—this is the time for the Church. To be agents of grace---of humility or hospitality. Everyday someone gets stuck at the airport. Maybe we’re the one who gets called in the middle of the night. Hearing  “my child is at the airport”—or somewhere alone—“can you go”?

  Let us pray that we will remember how fragile and short life is
  Let us pray we will remember why we are Christians
  Let us pray we will say Of course I can because I love the Lord.

Mars Hill


Jeremiah lived in bad times. The Babylonians are at the gates. And Jeremiah knows that there is no way that Judah can withstand their attack. He is confronting the decline of an entire way of life. Jeremiah is in prison for telling the truth. He told the king the Babylonians would invade---yet the King called him a traitor. And now Jeremiah again tells the king a great darkness is about to descend. People will be unemployed. And towns will have fewer and fewer people. Property will be foreclosed---and the homeless will increase. The young will leave and the streets will be filled with the elderly.

It’s an in between time---the old has died and the new has yet to be born. Jeremiah has warned his nation---
over and over he has told them that this day is coming. But here he speaks a new word—and it is the word we as faithful people need not only to hear. We need to let it come from our mouths. The word is HOPE. When you get to the end of what you can do—then it’s time to find out what God will do. And to invest in that.
Jim Wallis, the founder of Sojourners, says this about hope: 
Hope is believing in the promise despite the evidence and watching the evidence change. Hope comes from thinking about what God has promised and not what we can do and investing in God’s future despite what the world says. We believe there can be peace in Syria. We believe that the US Congress can pass bills for the common Good. We believe that no more black males will be shot by police in the streets. We believe the elected leaders in North Carolina will lead.

Not because we can do these things by ourselves. But because God can do anything and God loves God’s children and God is God. All God asks is that we partner with the divine. Believe in God’s promises and make the first step. And of course, that’s what Jeremiah did. The Babylonians have invaded Judah and the Judeans are fleeing. But Jeremiah—even as he is imprisoned—doesn’t try to protect himself or his holdings. No---he does a counter cultural thing--- He invests in the Lord’s promise. He bought a field even though the Jews have been removed into exile. One commentator called this “the Worst land deal in history”. It’s like buying land in Syria or Venezula. Jeremiah literally invests in the future because it’s not his future—it’s God’s future. Hope is believing in the promise despite the evidence and watching the evidence change

Our world doesn’t need any more skeptics—we have plenty. And we don’t need to take more positions to declare what we don’t’ like. Tomorrow night we don’t need to watch the debate hoping Hilary Clinton or Donald Trump will say something stupid so that we can feel morally superior. Because we have become a nation of cynics—afraid to believe in anyone or anything. We need to remember what we are for and invest in that. Regardless of the circumstances. We need men and women filled with hope and willing to step forward with a vision of God’s kingdom. People willing to buy a field—even if seems crazy or naïve. And our world is desperate to remember what Hope looks like in action. I have been thinking that more and more our country resembles the circle in Dante’s Inferno for the angry. The wrathful fight eternally on the surface of the river Styx and bite one another’s necks while the sullen gurgle underneath. This is what hell looks like---but we as Christians are called to taste heaven. So how do we remember who we are—and true calling? It doesn’t take much---an opening in your heart the size of a mustard seed.

A few years ago two women—Ann Fritschner and Lisa Clark—came to see me. They said that wanted to do something about human trafficking. I kind of nodded my head. I had no idea how two women would stop human trafficking. They said they would build a safe house in India in cooperation with our Companion diocese. I said okay—and then got busy with my important life. Last year I went to India---Jo and I have become godparents to one such girl---Lakti. So when I went over to India, I didn’t know what to bring her. She’s 14. I brought her colored pencils and art pads and an inflatable globe. Lakti is very short and skinny. I blew up the globe for her and she threw it to another girl and soon it was bouncing around the courtyard. Then the bell rang for school---and all the children ran to their class---all except Lakti. She began walking towards the sewing room where adults made the students’ uniforms. When I asked one of the teachers why Lakti wasn’t going to school, she said “She’s too ashamed to go to school because of her past”. So she goes and sews with three of the women. But she feels good about herself---and she makes uniforms. It enables orphaned children to feel like they belong. When I looked at her—I marveled at my lack of faith in Ann Fritschner and Lisa Clark. Because they bought a field—Lakti has a home and a future.

Hope is not about some inner enthusiasm. Hope is not a guarantee that everything is going to work. Hope is a call for us to join with God in what God what’s to do in this world. A call for us to take a step. Regardless of the evidence and then watch the evidence change. There’s plenty of brokenness and sinfulness in this world. We know far too much about it. But let’s remember instead God’s promises. That all God’s children will live in safety. No more war, hunger, pollution, murder, prejudice, division. And if we believe those promises, then it’s time to buy a field.

So—let me tell you about Becca Stevens—Magdalene Project and Thistle Farms. Becca began her ordained ministry as the chaplain at Vanderbilt University in Nashville. One day she was driving home from work with her son—still in elementary school. Levi, her son, asked her “Mom, why is that lady smiling?” Becca looked up and saw an exotic dancer standing next to a strip club. With a cat costume—with  ears and a tail and a smiled fixed on her face. Becca could have driven past this woman. She could have gone on with her day and her career and her life.
But she could not. She was convicted that God was calling her to pay attention to the plight of women who were forced into prostitution or the sex trade. And she began by inviting them to Church. And then she invited them into a house. And then she invited them into a new life. Her project is called Magdalene house---And it goes straight into the sleaze of the city of Nashville and reminds these women that God has another promise for them. The women of Magdalene/Thistle Farms range in age from 20-50, and many have been sexually abused between the ages of 7-11, began using alcohol or drugs by 13, have been arrested on average a hundred times, or have spent about 12 years on the street prostituting.

72% percent of the women who join Magdalene are clean and sober 2 1/2 years after beginning the program.

That is your calling now because we are always in between—It’s always an interim between what was and what is coming. What are the hurts and hopes of Polk County?And where can you give the word of hope God longs to speak through you? We can’t do everything but we can do the one thing given to us to do. Find that---and act upon it. Even if it feels as if the Babylonians are on the border—buy a field.

September 11, 1998

Prop 19C

This week we have heard a lot about forgiveness and repentance--
Bill Clinton has filled our airways and computer screens and conversations.The problem is that repentance is wrapped up in questions of resignation and impeachment. As a result----our focus is limited---we only want to know if the President will have to leave office; Our concern is on the external consequences. We want to know what the Congress will make him do. How much will his mistakes cost? There are consequences to sin----penance is part of repentance--but repentance is bigger than just figuring out what the punishment is.

Today Jesus tells the Pharisees a parable that takes us into the heart of what repentance is about. The parable tells us something about the sinner---about God---and about us. "Which one of you, having a hundred sheep and losing one of them, does not leave the ninety-nine in the wilderness and go after the one that is lost until he finds it? When he has found it, he lays it on his shoulders and rejoices. And when he comes home, he calls together his friends and neighbors, saying to them, 'Rejoice with me, for I have found my sheep that was lost.' Just so, I tell you, there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who need no repentance.

First, what does the parable say about repentance for the sinner? The sheep is lost---the Greek word for lost is "apollymi"--which can also mean "to be put to death"---or "to die". True repentance is not about surviving a crisis. The question of whether or not Bill Clinton should be impeached is a political and legal question-- -but it is not at the heart of repentance. Repentance means putting the old self---the false sinful self---to death. Repentance----metanoia---means "to turn around". To stop going in the direction that leads you toward death and to turn towards life. It's less about being sorry and more about wanting to be changed. We repent when we recognize our own wretchedness. As the 12 step language says--- We admit that our lives have become
unmanageable. As Dante says---- "I found myself in a dark wood where the straight way was
lost". The fact is the lost sheep cannot find his way home. The lost sheep has no idea what to do next----except admit that he is powerless to save himself. That is at the heart of repentance. It's not "How much is this going to cost me?". It's not even "How can I get back to where I was?". The real question is "Who will kill off my false self and give me new life?"
W. H. Auden says "We would rather be ruined than changed". He means we would rather not pay the price, because the price is death to what binds us. Our tendency is always to manage our disasters----to find a way to cope. But repentance is not about managing---it's about admitting that our lives have fallen apart and then turning to God--because only God can remind us of our true name.
Only Christ can bring us home.

Second---the parable tells us that new life comes from God. The shepherd will go and find the lost sheep. The woman lights a lamp---sweeps the house--and searches carefully for the lost coin. Too often we think of God as doling out judgement for our transgressions. When I was an Assistant Principal of a High School, part of my job was to keep track of demerits. When a student accumulated so many, then he or she had to come back on
Saturday to work them off. That's not the picture the parable presents. God is the one who goes to wherever we have wandered and brings us home. God longs for us to become the people we were created to be. Each of us has a true self----and God yearns for us to incarnate that self. Jesus says I have come that you might have life and have it abundantly. God's intention is not that we are punished for our false life---not that we
wallow in our mistakes. But that we have new life---resurrected life.

Think of Saul who becomes Paul----He discovers who he is. He is able to turn around---he is able to let his false self die and his true self be reborn. Think of Mary Magdalene---she is set free from her 7 demons, and in that freedom she becomes the chief apostle, the first person to witness the resurrected Christ. Think of someone like Charles Colson---a convicted felon in Watergate who has become an evangelist for Jesus Christ. So with Bill Clinton---of course the question of his resignation or impeachment are important--sin always has consequences, but those really are not the key questions for his soul. The key question is his becoming the person God created him to be in the Divine Comedy as Dante enters Paradise, Beatrice, his guide, says to him: I'd have you disentangle yourself from this point on from fear and shame.That's the heart of repentance---to be disentangled from what binds us to sin and death, so we are free to embrace resurrected life.

Finally, the parable is about us--
And when he comes home, he calls together his friends and neighbors, saying to them, 'Rejoice with me, for I have found my sheep that was lost.' Rejoice with me. This morning Jesus is talking to the Pharisees---the people who are right about everything. These are the people who are grumbling about the company Jesus keeps. This fellow welcomes sinners and eats with them they complain.There is part of the Pharisees that needs someone to be wrong so they can be right. They need for "sinners" to be a separate category from them. "I've never gotten lost" they say If the wolves eat him, it serves him right. They are big on justice but not so big on mercy. They like the part about sinners being punished, but not the part about sinners being transformed. On the other side of penance is mercy. The good shepherd is not about keeping people lost so he can remind them of their mistakes. The good shepherd is about bringing people home. And we are to rejoice when that happens.
Our deepest longing for people is to mirror God's longing, which is that each person become the person God created them to be. The kingdom of God is not about your discovering your personal Jesus.The kingdom of God is about God redeeming all of creation. That means I can't be fully me until you are fully you; That means I have a stake in your salvation---and you have a stake in mine.

Forgive me for repeating a story---
After the crucifixion, Judas fell into despair and fell headlong into a dark pit that was miles below the surface of the earth. For years and years he lay in darkness---face down---with no hope. One day he looked up and far in the distance saw a faint gleam of light. And so he turned from the darkness toward the light and began the long
journey up. For a long time he crawled up and up the pit until he finally reached the surface. When he pulled himself out, he found himself in a small Upper Room in Jerusalem--People sat around a table----and in the middle was a Rabbi holding bread and wine. The Rabbi spoke and said----Judas---welcome---we've been waiting for you--
Come-----join the feast. In the midst of this talk about resignation and impeachment---let's remember what repentance is--And pray that Bill Clinton and each person turn from the false self and discover the true self.
Let us pray, that he realize the Good Shepherd is there to bring him home---
And then---let us rejoice as we welcome the lost sheep home.