Do not lie to one
another, seeing that you have stripped off the old self with its practices and have
clothed yourselves with the new self, which is being renewed in knowledge
according to the image of its creator. In that renewal there is no
longer Greek and Jew, circumcised and uncircumcised, barbarian, Scythian, slave
and free; but Christ is all and in all!
-Colossians 3:1-11
Paul is addressing a divided community in crisis in Colossae.
So Paul reminds them that in baptism we strip off the old self and clothe
ourselves with a new self in Christ. It’s a letter that could have been written
today after the past two weeks have put into relief the divided nature of our
nation – a nation Martin Luther King, Jr once described as the Beloved Community.
One peculiar understanding of Baptism is that we are made One with Christ and
one another. Upon his baptism by John in the Jordan, Jesus hears a voice that
says, “You are my Beloved…with you I am well pleased.” As we are made one with
Him, we become God’s Beloved Community, a community with no distinctions, no
divisions, no us and them, no insiders and outsiders. This is reflected in our
Baptismal promises. Besides, I learned all I needed to know about baptism from
a four year-old girl.
It was a special morning in Christ Church, Winnetka, IL, and
all in the congregation were eager with anticipation as I baptized a little
girl named Eleanor and her mother, Franny, who had not been baptized. Seeing
the mother and daughter baptized together touched the hearts of us all, but God
was not through with me yet. Eleanor was
about 4 years old and capable of fully participating in the baptism herself. She
answered, “I will with God’s help,” to each of the questions in our Baptismal
Covenant.
Afterwards, we were invited back to Eleanor and Franny’s
house for brunch. As I stood there talking with someone while having a glass of
wine and a piece of quiche (how entirely Episcopalian), I felt a tug on the
back of my pants leg. As I looked down, it was Eleanor. I asked her, “Eleanor,
what can I do for you?” To which she replied, “Can you still see the cross on
my forehead?” Meaning, of course the cross traced with oil blessed by our
Bishop, James Winchester Montgomery, marking her and sealing her as Christ’s
own forever. This ritual signing also represents her answering, “I will with
God’s help” to a series of questions like: Will you continue in the Apostle’s
teaching and fellowship, in the breaking of bread and the prayers? Will you
persevere in resisting evil and whenever you sin, repent and return to the
Lord? Will all that you say and do proclaim the Good News of God in Christ?
Will you seek and serve Christ in all persons, not some persons, not most
persons, but all persons, loving your neighbor as yourself? And, Will you
strive for justice and peace among all people, not some people, not most
people, but all people, and respect the dignity of every human being?
All this flashed through my mind as Eleanor looked up at me
with eager anticipation for an answer to her most wonderful question, and I
said, “Yes, Eleanor, I can still see the cross on your forehead.” And you
really could in her smile, in her skipping off so pleased with herself upon
hearing that indeed, we could still see the cross on her forehead. I thought to
myself, what a great question! And then I went back to eating quiche, drinking
wine and talking to someone.
The next day I went to church to do such important tasks for
the kingdom of God, such as lay out the parish newsletter and deliver it to the
printer. I forgot all about Eleanor’s question. But God was not through with me
yet!
A week later, as I was vesting in the vesting sacristy
getting ready for the family service, I felt a tug on the back of my alb. I
turned around only to find it was Eleanor once again. “Can you still see the
cross on my forehead?” She still knew. She was still asking the question. This
was the beginning of an epiphany for me as I said, once again, “Yes, Eleanor, I
can still see the cross on your forehead!” The gospel for that morning was the
one in which Jesus says, “If you wish to be a disciple of mine, you must pick
up your cross and follow me.” That is, if you desire to be part of the Beloved
Community you must pick up your cross and follow me. And look where He goes: he
attends to the broken and broken hearted, sinners, prostitutes, and the homes
of insiders and outsiders alike.
I had always thought picking up my cross meant you had to
grin and bear it when life hits you with bad stuff: like loneliness, loss of a
loved one, cancer, sanctions from a group of scared Anglican Primates, job
loss, …the list could go on and on with the kinds of things that cause us to
say things like, “She has had this cross to bear a long time,” “and “He has had
so many crosses to bear in his life.”
Despite twelve years
of Sunday School, four years undergraduate studies in religion, three years of seminary,
nine canonical exams in the Diocese of Rhode Island, vocational testing,
psychological exams and a week of General Ordination exams, I thought I was
meant to carry a large sack over my shoulder like Santa Claus filled with all
the crosses of my life weighing me down as I try to follow Jesus, trudging step
by step, and at the end of the line, exhausted, I would open it, spread them
all out, and say, “There they are Jesus! I have been carrying these crosses all
of my life and boy am I tired!”
It took the wisdom of a four year-old girl to get me to see
that worst case scenario, Jesus would stand there and laugh as he says, “Kirk,
I have been carrying these for you your whole life long. This cross on your
forehead is the one I want you to carry. It says that you are mine and I am
yours. It says you will strive for justice and peace for all people, not some
people, not most people, but all people. It says you are God’s Beloved. It says
you will serve Christ in all persons. It says nothing can separate you from my
love. This cross goes before you wherever you go. It leads you in the life of
my disciples. It says I live inside of you. People can see it in all that you
do and all that you say. It says we can laugh and dance and sing our way into
the life of my father’s kingdom. As +Michael Curry says, ‘We are part of the
Jesus Movement, and the cause of God’s love in this world can never stop and
will never be defeated.’”
Like those in Colossae, we live in a seriously divided world,
a seriously divided nation, and a seriously divided church. Over time I have eventually
found ways to share Eleanor’s story and turn its lessons into a song: Eleanor’s Song. I am so grateful to
Eleanor, who now is an adult, married her beloved Charles, the two of them
doing their best to address the divided nature of the world in which we live.
Later today I will let her know that I told you her story and taught you her
song. Knowing this makes a difference in her life, and in turn in the lives of
those around her. That is how it works when we remind ourselves who we are and
whose we are and what it truly means to follow Christ as we strive to become
the Beloved Community of Love. Put on the new self.
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