Showing posts with label Star Wars. Show all posts
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Monday, January 14, 2019

Onward

My Baptismal Certificate (Thanks be to God that God wasn't finished with me then).

 The Rev. J. Seth Olson © 2019

January 13, 2019—First Sunday after the Epiphany

Do you remember your baptism? I don’t. In the Church we sometimes say, “Remember your baptism!” but I don’t. It’s not that I don’t remember that I was baptized, it’s just that I was seven months old. I do however, remember what people told me about that day.

On Saturday, May 4, 1985 in front of just a handful of people Fr. Jim Touhy celebrated a service of Holy Baptism. It is not lost on me as a Star Wars fan that I was baptized on May 4th—as in, "May the Fourth (sic) be with you." Still there are so many more important details that others have told me about that day worth remembering.

Like that it was one of the last private baptisms celebrated at Saint Andrew’s Episcopal Church in Birmingham. As you know, we in the Episcopal Church now prefer a raucous celebration in the midst of a big feast day like All Saints’ Day or today. Being baptized in front of a few people who will raise one up right is profound, but when a whole church says, “We will!” make sure this child or person is brought up into the full stature of Christ, it’s so rich for the whole community.

Back to my own baptism, I also have been told that on that spring day in 1985 I cried bloody murder throughout the whole service. Fr. Touhy—an Irishman—said afterward in his thick accent, “Well, I hope it took!” As in, he hoped that he had gotten all the Satan out of me. These shared details and my own other memories about that church weave together this beautiful tapestry that informs me about the importance of being marked as Christ’s own forever. What about you, what do you remember about your own baptism?

What do you remember about what happened after your baptism? I’m not talking about the reception, I mean what occurred in the wake of your baptism? I ask this because today’s Gospel lesson directs us strangely away from Jesus’ baptism at the hands of John and towards another moment entirely. And, truth be told, what happens as we move through our life in Christ, our life-long journey as the beloveds of God, may shine just as brightly as that one shimmering moment in the baptismal waters. So, let’s look more closely at today’s words from Luke, as we are charged to move onward in our relationship with God through Christ.

Unlike in Mark’s account, when Jesus emerged from baptism with the heavens being torn open immediately, or Matthew’s account, when again the dove descended as Jesus rose out of the River Jordan, or John’s account, when we did not receive an elaborate description of the baptism at all, unlike the others, Luke’s story gives us an intentional account of Jesus’ baptism, but in the past tense. Listen again: “Now when all the people were baptized, and when Jesus also had been baptized…” the heavens opened, the Holy Spirit came down, and the Father’s voice boomed. The moment of baptism had already passed.

How long ago was it? Well, in a blog post thisweek, our former rector writing about the Greek word, which we translate as “had been baptized,” lets us know that it’s unclear. However, what is as clear as the flowing baptismal water itself is that Jesus had already been baptized and was currently praying when the Spirit alighted upon Him. That’s right. The way Luke writes it Jesus was not being baptized when the Holy Spirit descended upon him in bodily form like that of a dove instead, it was when Jesus was praying that all of this action took place. This changes some things my friends!

Sometime after Jesus was baptized he was praying. And, as he was, God’s Spirit came upon him and told him the most important truth we will ever hear, “You are my Son, the Beloved; with you I am well pleased.” There are two things here I want to dwell upon—first, what this tells us about prayer and second, why we need these words today more than ever.

So first prayer! Oftentimes parents of young children come into a priest’s office panicking. Especially if this child is the first in a family, the parents worry that if they do not hurry up and get their child baptized, then something bad could occur. And, so they ask, “What will happen if my child dies before she is baptized?” Sometimes not wanting to pull the rug out from underneath the parents’ feet too quickly, I will slowly try to unpack the fears surrounding this wayward belief. Most notably I want them to know clearly that Holy Baptism IS NOT eternal fire insurance.

This morning please hear me as I restate this truth. There is nothing you or your child can do that will separate either of you from God’s love. Nothing! Nothing, nothing, nothing, NOTHING! Baptism is not fire insurance. It is a repentance from sin and a turning towards God; however, God never waits on you to do something before God loves you! Got it? Now, not to undercut the profundity of the Holy Sacrament of Holy Baptism, but today’s Holy Scripture tells us that it is in prayer that Jesus received the Spirit and accepted His true identity as the Beloved.

So what does this mean? Is Holy Baptism insignificant? Well, no. But, it does shed some light on the power of prayer. Parents, guardians, grandparents, and the extended church family who may worry about our children’s eternal lives are also called to care about our children’s mortal lives, which are very much part of eternity. How do we care for ourselves and our children? How do we help ourselves and others to turn from evil? How do we lean ever closer towards Christ? How? How? How? Not only through the mysterious waters of Holy Baptism, but also in the rich life of prayer that we share together! Baptism is wonderful and can be profound, but it may very well be in our individual and shared lives of prayer that we hear the most important truth.

That second thing worth dwelling upon is why we need this truth now more than ever. What’s the truth? Through Christ and the Spirit, which came to reside upon and within Jesus, God says also to you, “You are my child, my beloved; with you I am well pleased.” You and you and you and you and you and all of us are God’s most precious child. Like all good parents God does not play favorites, instead God says you are my beloved. Jesus heard that truth, at least according to Luke, not in baptism but in prayer. If you are one of those worried parents who must have your child baptized perhaps these words are challenging because it’s not as simple as one moment. God is too big for just one moment. God wants you forever. God wants you to know that you are God’s beloved forever.

In just a moment we are going to remember our baptisms. We will do so by reciting the Baptismal Covenant. It will be lovely. And, I hope you take time each year on your baptismal anniversary to think back upon that moment when you were cleansed from sin and marked as Christ’s own forever. Still, what you need now and always is to pray. Not because it’s required of you. Not because God has to hear you worshipping, praising, or groveling. You need to pray because it is in prayer that you will recognize the truth of Holy Baptism. It is in prayer that you will hear God saying, “You are my child, my beloved; with you I am well pleased.” And for that, thanks be to God. Amen!

Monday, August 29, 2016

Hate Is Such a Strong Word

Hate is such a strong word at least that is how the saying goes. I would imagine that parents, teachers, coaches, mentors, and religious leaders have uttered warnings about refraining from saying, “I hate ________” for centuries. But why? Why all the hatred towards hate?

Perhaps people want to avoid the feeling of hatred itself. Maybe human beings fear that hatred will overcome them entirely (see Anakin Skywalker’s transformation into Darth Vader). And yet, when we attempt to ignore or avoid something by quietly sweeping it under the rug, rather than dealing with it, we tend to veer straight towards that object. If we do not want to get angry ignoring our anger is a perfect way to get angrier. The same may apply to hatred. Rarely can we control such strong, existential phenomena as angry, hate, or love. However, what if this is not what is really meant by the word hate?

In this coming Sunday’s Gospel lesson (Luke 14:25-33) Jesus says to large crowds traveling with him, “Whoever comes to me and does not hate father and mother, wife and children, brothers and sisters, yes and even life itself, cannot be my disciple.” Hate may be a strong word, but Jesus does not shy away from using it when addressing a mass of humanity following him. Jesus, I believe, was not calling his disciples to some strange practices with harsh rhetoric, but rather was using hate in a much different way than we use the word today.

When Jesus said to hate life itself he was not blithely tossing around a power-packed word, nor was he carelessly dropping the h-bomb (hate-bomb in case you are wondering) to gather attention like an angsty teen. No, Jesus’ use of hate was a morally sophisticated challenge for all those who listened to him speak and even to us today. Hate was not a feeling of dissatisfaction, distaste, or repulsion, but rather the verb Jesus used implied making a decision about one’s life and choices.

The word μισέω (miseó) is the Greek verb meaning to hate (who doesn’t love looking at a Greek word for hate on a Monday morning?), and it is a translation of what we believe Jesus said to the crowds. This word calls one into making a moral choice, as it implies not so much a negative feeling as a preferred value. In other words, Jesus was not asking us to be brats towards our family or to carelessly throw away our lives, but rather he was saying to be a follower of Jesus means elevating that way of existing above everything else—even really good other choices like our spouse. Hate in this regard then is a very strong word and it requires us to examine how we are ordering our lives.


What must you be willing to give up, so that you may more fully be in relationship with God? What must you value more, so that you may deepen your relationship with the Divine? How must you live and move and have your being, such that you instinctively exude the love, peace, forgiveness, and joy of Christ? Hate is a strong word, but it is a word that requires you to make a choice. What do you choose?  

Monday, July 20, 2015

An Open Letter to the City of Vestavia Hills

It's time to call on Admiral Ackbar!

Dear Vestavia Hills,

I hope this finds you well, although from afar it appears that life feels a little bit divisive at the moment. Before going further, reintroducing myself to you would be helpful. My name is Seth Olson, for 17 of my 18 formative years I called you my home. I graduated from your Blue Ribbon High School, received an outstanding service award, outstanding English student award, academic achievement award, and captained your soccer team my junior and senior years. During that time I had very little problem with being a “rebel,” but with some years spent away and a little wisdom gleaned I think there is only one way in which you can peaceably keep that name.

The difficulty with a symbol is that the creators or perpetuators of the symbol cannot control what it means to others. I know that Vestavia Hills “rebelled” against the Jefferson County School Board, and that is ostensibly from whence the rebel mascot emerged. And yet, when I was in high school and saw fans waving Confederate Battle Flags and received some as an athlete even as a sixteen-year-old I felt something was amiss. It has taken me longer to identify the danger of the “Rebel Man,” as on some level he seems more cartoonish and less harmful; however, if we can trace his origins back to antebellum plantation owners, then it seems obvious to me that a new mascot is needed if the name Rebels is still to be given to sports teams in Vestavia Hills.

You may recall back in 2010 when the University of Mississippi Rebels, who now seem strangely forward-thinking on this issue, decided to get rid of their Colonel Reb mascot. Also, you may remember that Ole Miss tried to select General Ackbar, known most famously for commanding the Rebel Alliance in Star Wars Episode VI: The Return of the Jedi, to be their mascot. George Lucas did not get on board with the plan back then, but I have a suspicion that this might be the week to push the folks at Disney (who now control the rights to Star Wars) to lend out General Ackbar as the new rebel man Mon Calamari. Perhaps you have seen in the news that Amy Schumer unadvisedly and without permission used the likeness of several Star Wars characters in a photo shoot for GQ magazine. This Vestavia Hills is your chance.

Do not pay a marketing firm thousands of dollars. Do not draw an updated rebellious figure. Do not go the path of the Ole Miss Rebel Black Bears. Instead call up Disney, get on your hands and knees, and beg them to use the Rebel Alliance as your mascot. They will appreciate the positive PR after all this GQ nonsense. We will have a respectable and an inclusive rebel figure. Vestavia Hills will get some good publicity. It’s a win-win-win! From the perspective of just one alumnus of your fine education system I believe almost like Princess Leia that this is our only hope. “Help us Admiral Ackbar, you’re our only hope.” Otherwise, get rid of “Rebels” altogether and go with Vikings or some other predominately white mascot who violently conquered and ruled over other people, although I believe that is what got you into trouble in the first place.

With highest regards,
Seth Olson