Peripheral vision

It’s been hardly two weeks since Christmas Day. It feels like Christmas is already over before it even began. Our culture, and the church, have both conspired to make short shrift of the season.

It’s more obvious in our culture: How many of us already took down the Christmas decorations on Boxing Day? But, the church, too: The liturgical calendar finds us barely twelve days since the first day of Christmas, and Jesus is already being baptized today on this “Baptism of our Lord” Sunday. In a compressed schedule this year, Jesus goes from infant lowly to thirty years old, in fourteen days.

You may argue that is the case because scripture doesn’t have much to say about the birth narrative—a mere four chapters total in Matthew and Luke. There is precious little from Jesus’ life until he appears at his baptism.[1]

But the bottom line is that we spend very little time in the year reflecting solely on the meaning of Jesus’ birth. And it took a long time in history before Christmas even appeared on the liturgical map, so to speak.

Until the 12th century, Easter was by far the major, annual Christian celebration. Then, in the 13th century Saint Francis of Assisi popularized the Christmas message of the Gospel. Since then, Christmas became a more dominant annual festival.

Francis emphasized the Incarnation, in which we celebrate God taking human form in the birth of Jesus. By the blending of lights in the branches of a Christmas tree, Martin Luther emphasized what Francis did a few centuries before him: He saw a beautiful coming together of the divine and earthly—which is, after all, the Christmas and Christian message.

Echoing the oft repeated word in the story of creation[2] – that everything God created was good to begin with, Christmas does a similar thing. The Incarnation means: “It is good to be on this Earth, it’s good to have a body, it’s good to have emotions. We don’t have to be ashamed of any of it! God loves matter and physicality.”[3]

As Saint Paul testifies, the Holy Spirit of God comes into us—our very selves—and enlightens our lives so we can shine the love of God in this bleak world.[4] That says a lot about this God whom we follow.

Jesus immersed himself in the physicality of our lives. He was a real person. He submerged himself in the waters of creation when he was baptized. He got his feet dirty with the dust from the roads in the Judean wilderness. Unlike other rabbis and religious leaders, Jesus lived and taught mostly outside, in the natural world. He hung out with the rebel, John the Baptist who also spent a lot of time in the wilderness.[5]

One of the gifts I received this Christmas was this 1000-piece puzzle of the classical nativity scene. And it made me think of all the nativity sets I have at home. And not one that I have allows you to separate the baby Jesus from his manger; they all have Jesus attached to his crib.

Let me suggest a nativity set that allows you to take the infant out of the manger. Do you have one that lets you take Jesus out of the set, like the one we have here at church where you can leave empty the manger of Bethlehem? That’s because our spiritual aim in the coming year is to carry the infant with us—actually or in our hearts—wherever we go.

And that’s the message of Christmas, and of the Incarnation: Christ is with us and goes wherever we go in our daily, common lives. Our work is to build awareness of that truth, so that we can be caught by the realization and message of the incarnation, not only for a couple short weeks at the end of December but year-round.

I went for a hike by myself in the Gatineau Park hills near Wakefield, Quebec, last week. It was more of a challenging trek than I had anticipated. Yes, there was little snow on the ground and temperatures were hovering above the freezing mark. So, the conditions weren’t the typical wintery ones that would have introduced other challenges.

You see, I had to keep focused on the ground in front of me for each step I took. My head was down. The trail had me scrambling over boulders that were wet and some were glossed over with packed, melting ice; leaves covered some of these patches of ice.

If I wasn’t careful coming down the hill at full speed, I could put my full weight on one of those clumps of leaves and fall badly.

I also had to check my phone periodically to make sure I stayed on the path and not get lost in the waning light of the late afternoon. My attention was thus divided, and I didn’t always maintain my balance. It was dangerous, yet invigorating.

As I took another tentative step over a rock face on the side of the hill, my peripheral vision caught a large, low flying object that swooped down in front of me. And then, it launched high into the crook of a large tree several metres into the bush.

My eyes shot up. I could see the back side of this large, feathered friend. It was beige with white streaks and spots. I was waiting for it to turn around and face me so I could identify it more easily. Was it a Barred Owl? But it didn’t turn around. It kept its face hidden from me. It didn’t want to be directly seen.

Curious, I acknowledged the owl had initiated contact in the first place. It caught my attention. After all, it didn’t need to fly so low in front of me, across the path just ahead of me a few paces. It wanted me to see it.

I took a moment to look up around me. It was a beautiful forest I was hiking through. All was still. All was calm. The fog was moving in, silently. The trees were densely thick, but I could just make out the town far below, seeing between the trunks of the leafless trees. The ground beneath my feet was a rich auburn colour of the dead leaves and needles scattered over the exposed igneous rock and stretches of loamy soil.

Downward and Upward (photo by Martin Malina 29 Dec 2023 Wakefield QC)

I think Jesus catches our attention, too. Especially when our vision tends to narrow, and we become fixated on the ground in front of us. When we focus on the immediate, and what concerns us, when we get wrapped up in our heads too long. Not bad things. But not everything.

At those times our heads are weighed down by all our concerns and routines, we may be surprised by grace. A flutter of wings just beyond the limits of our perception. Something happens, often beyond our control, that causes us to look up, look around, and look far down the path. Get the big picture.

Sometimes in our daily living, we just have to stop what we are doing and look up. Breathe. And enjoy the surprise, the moment, the reminder that we are not alone on this journey. The divine may be just out of our reach but never far away. Should we take the moment and simply behold.

I was enjoying myself on the walk. I didn’t need to see that owl if it didn’t catch my attention, or I missed it somehow. The experience of being outside and in the bush was enough for me to find my rest and exercise and activity. Moving outside felt good!

But that encounter with the owl added something so much more to the experience. That moment gave me the faith to believe that I would be ok, the rest of the way down the hill. In that moment, my heart opened, and my vision expanded. I felt, life is good. And I felt hopeful.

I am grateful for moments throughout the year in all manner of places and people where and when Christ will surprise me with divine reminders of his presence in my life. I hope the same for you in 2024.


[1] See the first two chapters in Matthew and Luke. The Gospel of Mark makes no mention of Jesus’ birth, and opens his gospel with Jesus’ baptism by John, in Mark 1:4-11.

[2] Genesis 1:1-5

[3] Richard Rohr, “Celebrating Incarnation” (Daily Meditations, www.cac.org, 18 Dec 2023)

[4] Acts 19:1-7

[5] Consider where John the Baptist was baptizing. His ritual of repentance took place at the Jordan River, just east of the city of Jericho. Where John baptized was precisely where the Hebrews had crossed into the Promised Land centuries before. John the Baptist stood at the Jordan’s ancient crossing place and points in the direction from which the Hebrews originally came: the wilderness. John the Baptist cries out, “Repent!” and calls for a commitment to go back into the wilderness of their lives, to make radical change and correction. The root of the word, “repentance” is the Greek word poina which means “pain”. Historically, one of the linguistic forks this word took was the meaning of conscience and absolution. In other words, repentance is a correction of one’s heart and mind— “an act of personal, voluntary, inner change” (Alexander John Shaia, Heart and Mind; The Four-Gospel Journey for Radical Transformation. New Mexico: Quadratos LLC, 2021, p.92-93)—which is in a sense a painful process. To repent is to change one’s heart and mind, one’s direction in thinking. That’s not easy. Yet, it is the only way to freedom. The Gospel of Mark invites us to enter the river of our baptism into Christ Jesus and accept a new direction for our lives. Following Jesus will take us into the wilderness, too, where Jesus went immediately after he was baptized, a place of tension, temptation and yes pain (Mark 1:12-13)—growing pains.

Light it up!

“They set out. And there, ahead of them, went the star that they had seen in the East, until it stopped over the place where the child was.”[1]

Ready for a year-end quiz? During this sermon a couple of pictures will appear on the screen. One is of a home near my place lighted up for Christmas. The other is of a star-filled sky with one that shines a little bit brighter than the rest—can you spot it?

Now, the question I have for you is this: Which one of the two photos reflects the way you have celebrated the Christmas holidays this year? The way you would have liked to, perhaps? Maybe a bit of both, ok. But which one, if you had to choose, claimed more of your heart and mind? Be honest.

The first may reflect our wonderful excitement and joy of the season: the coloured and blinking bulbs shouting the triumph of light. And maybe the lights represent a bit of pushback, emotionally, against the long nights at this time of year in the northern hemisphere. I think many of us can relate and lend our hands to congratulate our neighbours’ effort at brightening our lives.

What about the photo of the star lit sky—pinpricks of light against a canvas of predominantly dark space in the universe? And if you spend a bit of time contemplating the sky on a clear night, you might land on one star, that shines particularly bright—brighter than the others. Did you catch the one in the photo?

Which moves your heart more? Which presentation of light directs your heart?

The Magi came from the East, following the star “in the East”. This direction is significant and mentioned twice in the Gospel for today.[2] Not only was it to signify that the first visitors to the revealed Son of God were outsiders, foreigners, from Asia. That’s a sermon on its own.

But today, as the Christmas season carries on through the New Year and the Epiphany, I would like us to consider first why the ‘East’ is so important to the telling of Christ’s birth and his revelation as God’s Son.

I’ve mentioned before how Indigenous spirituality has us face the East to give thanks for all the good things in life, the gifts from the East, such as nourishing rain here in Canada during Spring and Summer.[3] East is the direction from which nature’s gifts to us arrive.

In the bible, the gate into and out of the paradise of Eden was on the East side of the garden.[4] Centuries later, the Great Temple of Jerusalem was specifically constructed and sited so that everyone who entered it would have an inner and symbolic re-entry into the Garden of Eden.[5]

A biblical overview cannot deny the profound connection between the Garden, the Temple, Jesus, and us in Christ through the Holy Spirit. Let me describe this series of connections:

Gift-giving is a major Christmas theme. The Magi bring gifts: gold, frankincense and myrrh. Why these gifts? What’s so unique about them?

These gifts of the Magi, brought from the East, were all references to the Great Temple. Frankincense and myrrh were the precise and essential components of the most important Temple rituals. They were as costly as the gold of the Temple’s vessels.

Moreover, the highly aromatic resin of myrrh was added to the oil used for royal and priestly anointing. And frankincense was burned only for the highest sacrificial offerings.[6]

With these precious materials, the Gospel writer Matthew symbolically transfers the components of the old, physical Great Temple to the infant Jesus, the Messiah of the new, inner temple. Warned in a dream not to return to Herod in Jerusalem, the Magi go home via a different road from one taken in the past. The new temple—our bodies as temples of the Holy Spirit—calls us down a different path, a new way that is here to stay.

Signifying the rising of the sun and the direction priests faced for morning sacrifice, the East represents the direction of new beginnings, of hope arising from the dark night. The Christmas story was meant to encourage the young, fledgling Christian community in the late 1st century. The Christmas story is meant to encourage us, today, to embrace a new beginning—as we do with the change of the calendar to a new year 2024 in a few short hours.

Today many people tell me they believe that each of us has a guardian angel or spirit surrounding and protecting us. People in the 1st century would have related to the story of a star guiding the Magi because of a similar Greek belief.

At the time, people believed that everyone received a star at birth—a gift that served as a guiding and protecting spirit. A star, given at birth. A gift and a blessing.

The star is an enduring metaphor for a spirit that guides us. The Magi describe the star of Bethlehem as “his star”[7]; that is, Christ’s star, that they have followed.

In the ‘down’ days following all the Christmas parties, excessive indulgence in food and drink, in these hangover days following the holidays, we may feel disconnected from ourselves and from what is true. We may be alone, or feel so.

Consider the word, “disaster”. Literally, it means “dis-star”—to be separated from one’s star, from one’s inner guidance. In this day and age, it is important for us to recover this understanding. Because we face “disaster” when we are separated from our deep wisdom where Jesus lives.[8]

And yet, in the middle of the mundane and the ordinary, the spiritual journey to recover the guiding star of our lives begins. It is in the middle of our ordinary life where the journey begins—just as the birth of Jesus is intentionally described as happening in the lives of very ordinary people and places.

Christ lives in our hearts, the new temple of the Holy Spirit. We have heard the invitation to search for the new life, a new way into the new year. We have heard the promises that the Magi will indeed pay us a visit as they did Jesus.

We don’t know what form they will take or what specific gifts of wisdom they will bring. These presents may be small—a piece of our past resolved—or very large—an unshakable conviction. But we can count on them being precious and powerful.[9]

And when we receive their messages, we must be attentive, so that their wisdom can unfold for us as we travel, following our star, in the way of Jesus the Christ.


[1] Matthew 2:9

[2] Matthew 2:1-12. The NRSV translation have the phrase “at its rising” in verses 2 & 9 but provide the option as well: “in the East”.

[3] Raymond Aldred & Matthew Anderson, Our Home and Treaty Land: Walking our Creation Story (Kelowna BC: Woodlake Books, 2022), p.28.

[4] Genesis 2:8; 3:24.

[5] Alexander John Shaia, Heart and Mind: The Four Gospel Journey for Radical Transformation, 3rd Edition (New Mexico: Quadratos LLC, 2021), p.272.

[6] Alexander John Shaia, ibid., p.86-88.

[7] Matthew 2:2

[8] Ibid., p.86.

[9] Ibid., p.88-89.

It’s time to light it up! (sermon during the Christmas season, Rev. Martin Malina, 2023)

The Shepherd Promises: “I’ll be back” – a sermon for a family Christmas Eve

There’s a funny meme I saw on Facebook about getting into heaven. The caption reads: “The Eternal Screening Process”. The scene depicts St Peter at the head of a cordoned off area, on one side, containing a waiting crowd of people. He consults his computer to check which one of the humans are ‘approved’ to enter eternal glory. 

On the other side of the cordoned section is a wide-open corridor, where many dogs are running straight into heaven under a gate that reads: “Pre-Approved”.

So, if you are an animal person—someone who has pets at home or whose significant relationships are with animals—then the Christmas story is for you! Because several of the humans in this story are, frankly, a letdown:

The first roadblock the holy family encounters is a ‘No Vacancy’ sign hanging over the door to the Bethlehem Inn. There is no room for them here. There’s no place among humans for Mary to give birth to, to make room for, baby Jesus.

But the animals have room in their house, the stable, for the Lord. Their place becomes the holy site for Jesus’ birth. The animals are the heroes on the night Jesus was born. Maybe that’s why years later when Jesus told stories about the truth of God’s kingdom, he talked a lot about sheep.[1]

So, maybe the animals and those who cared for them—the shepherds—were always near and dear to Jesus’ heart. You could say that because of Jesus’ experience, God has a special forever-place in his heart for sheep and shepherds.

There are some ‘lost sheep’ in the congregation. Yes, literally. Small sheep figurines or stuffed animals, or ornaments, or cut-out wooden sheep for outdoor nativities—somewhere in sight, tucked away, or on a ledge, or hanging from something, or leaning against a wall. Ok! Those are all the hints I’m giving you!

I would ask the children in the congregation to find those sheep as quietly and as quickly as you can (there are 7) and bring them to the front where you can place them in the manger right beside Jesus where they belong.

After all, they need to go home. And they can take care of Jesus this Christmas night.

I’d like to introduce you to a modern-day shepherd. Her name is Heiða [pronounced ‘Hey-a’]. I first met her by reading the best-selling book, subtitled: “A Shepherd at the Edge of the World”.[2] Her job, as a farmer, is to raise and look after sheep. Some five hundred sheep.

Where do you think she does her shepherding job? What country? Here are a couple of hints: She does this in the last place on earth you would think shepherds do their job. And, while Heiða lives and farms at the edge of the world, her land has been farmed since the 12th century. Any guesses?

Her farm is located in Iceland. She says, “My land, which is vast by Icelandic standards, is mainly wilderness beyond the boundary of the highlands.”[3] There are no fences or walls surrounding this vast pastureland.

From the point of view of sheepherding, this is a significant detail. And might also explain why, in fact, there was room not in the inn but in the stable of Bethlehem. Perhaps not all the sheep were in the barn at the time, but rather out in the fields with the shepherds.

It’s a scary proposition for shepherds, and especially for Heiða whose hundreds of sheep will roam deep into the highlands and wilderness for weeks and months on end. Much of the book talks about how she and her neighbours will round up all the sheep at the end of the season—it’s an extensive, labour-intensive, time-consuming job. There’s lots of ground to cover! Some sheep get lost, indeed. But for the most part, year after year the shepherds herd all of their sheep back into the barns in time for winter.

In his story-telling Jesus implies we are sheep. So, let’s push that image further. Because if Jesus is the shepherd watching us flocks by night, he really does give us a lot of freedom to roam. It must take a very special God indeed to say to us: “Go. Go for a season. Be free. Make your choices. Explore the vast landscape. You’re on your own, for the most part and for a while. Take responsibility for yourself. And see you in a few months!”

We say God is in control. Well, in a metaphysical sense perhaps. Things we don’t really have any control over anyway – like where and when we are born, to whom we are born, what part of the world we are born into, and some of the big events of our lives. Yeah. We’re not in control, for sure. So, it’s good to say, God is.

But God is not in control of us. We are not puppets on a string. We are not forced to conform to others. No. Even though God is our God, our loving shepherd gives us the freedom to roam even at the proverbial “edge” of the world: being your own person, not trying to please everyone, not conforming to someone else’s expectations of you, pushing the boundaries of what’s possible, being creative, taking thought-out risks, changing things up when things need changing, being bold.

The good news is that no matter how far we go, with whom we roam, no matter the number of times we slip and fall, get stuck, get lost, we know one thing: We can count that the Good Shepherd will come and find us at the end of the season. We can trust God to bring us home when it’s time and especially in the night-times of our lives when it’s tough. We’ll never be lost forever. God will come for us, even in the darkest night.

We can echo the words of the Psalmist—

If I flew to the point of sunrise, or westward across the sea, your hand would still be guiding me, your right hand holding me.[4]

Heiða, in her book, talks about the biggest threat to her sheep: Do you know what that is? Hint: It’s been in the news a lot lately—volcanoes. The nearby volcano is called Katla. It erupts on average every fifty years. She lives and works these days expecting the old volcano to erupt and disrupt her efforts to keep the sheep safe.

When Jesus was born, the biggest threat may not have been a local volcano. It was King Herod, but just as volcanic was he in his efforts to kill any threats to his power. Jesus was born, amidst the animals, at a time when the world was under siege.

But we know how the story ends. Come back at Easter time to hear that one. Spoiler alert: In the end, the good guys win.

But for now, at this time of year when the nights are long and we groan under the weight of all the things that threaten, discourage, and dampen our spirits, be rest assured that we will again hear the voice of, and see, our loving shepherd coming over the hill to gather us back home.


[1] For example: “I am the shepherd, you are the sheep” (John 10:1-18); the lost sheep (Luke 15:1-7); the goats and the sheep story (Matthew 25:31-46).

[2] Steinunn Sigurðardóttir, translated by Philip Roughton, “Heiða: A Shepherd at the Edge of the World” (London: John Murray Publishers, 2020).

[3] Ibid., p.2.

[4] Psalm 139:9-10 (trans. Jerusalem Bible)

Turning the calendar – a funeral sermon for December times

It’s not the best time of year to have to bury a loved one. Christmas is already laden with so many emotions that to add another layer of fresh grief can be overwhelming.

It’s not the best time. But, then again, it’s never the right time, or a good time, to do this. Is it? Death always comes unbidden. Even as beloved GG lived under the threat of this day for many years now suffering as she did, her passing this last Sunday still jars us out of a sense of how we would live our lives.

It’s never a good time.

And yet, there are moments that remind us that there is meaning in some of it. Sometimes, there is a convergence in time and place that first surprises us. And then, if we let it, its message can sink deep into our hearts and actually give us hope.

I’ve already reminded the congregation of GG’s gift to the church years ago of our beautiful Advent Wreath. Year after year in the season of Advent—the four weeks leading up to Christmas—the large circular wreath is hauled up on guy wires and hung in place from the ceiling of the sanctuary. Its candles, shining over the congregation, have lighted our steady journey towards Christmas for many years.

Each Sunday before Christmas has a word associated with it, to help us on the journey. The four words are, in order: hope, peace, joy and love. These words describe the experience of living in faith and waiting for the coming of Jesus.

In a broader sense, the Advent calendars and wreaths with their intentional pacing and pausing on the way to Christmas build resilience in our spirit for living in these challenging and difficult times. Because to live well, we need hope, peace, joy and love in our lives.

This past Sunday is traditionally called “Gaudete” Sunday, from the Latin, “Rejoice”. On some wreaths, while the rest of the candles are all purple or blue the third candle, to signify joy, is coloured pink.

The third candle, the ‘Joy’ candle, on GG’s wreath was lighted during worship Sunday morning just moments after she died. Now, if that’s not a meaningful convergence in time and place, I don’t know what is.

Moreover, the month of the year—December—in which she died was also the month of the year she was born. And, December was the month when she first set foot in Canada after arriving from Germany a young woman full of life and ready to turn the calendar on a new year, a new beginning, and always ready for adventure.

The timing may not be the best for doing what we are doing today. But, in another sense, the timing couldn’t be better. Former Czech president and writer, Václav Havel, once gave a definition of hope that resonates with me. He wrote, “Hope is not the conviction that something will turn out well, but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out.”

So, it’s not about whether what happens turns out exactly the way we’ve envisioned it or want it to be. It’s not about my desires or preferred outcomes. That’s not hope. In this season and in these days before Christmas as the world watches and waits for something better, maybe we can lean on those moments of wonderful convergence, and trust that in the end, God’s timing is the best for us all.

From this point in time forward, the light will get brighter. The wreath will shed its full complement of light in the coming days, even as we still gather in darkness for Christmas Eve celebrations. But today we gather on the first day after the longest night of the year. From this point forward, the days will slowly but surely get longer and brighter.

That was GG’s hope and joy. And it is ours.

Amen.

‘Will we be friends?’ Friendship, showing up – Pt4

Canadians on a prayer retreat at Bonnevaux Centre for Peace, Marçay, France (photo by Andrea Siqueira, July 2023)

A group of thirty Canadians held a prayer retreat at the Bonnevaux Centre for Peace near Marçay, France, last summer. Of the half dozen people who live there permanently, one of them stood out for me. And to this day I’m still pondering how it is this person’s presence with us made such an impact on me.

Because this person wasn’t the charismatic and articulate leader of the retreat. He didn’t guide us expertly through the sessions. Unlike the other half dozen permanent residents, he didn’t provide AV support for the presentations, nor did he organize us for mealtimes or get us clean towels when we needed them. Neither did he lead in singing the liturgies. He wasn’t extroverted and the type of person keeping us in stitches all the time. He certainly wasn’t ‘the life’ of the party. And his face wasn’t plastered over all the glossy hand-outs promoting the retreat house.

Well, then, you ask, if he wasn’t all these things, who was he, what did he do, and why was he there?

When he was being introduced to us at the beginning of the retreat, I learned that Tomas was an organic farmer who lived in a tiny house on the other side of the forest with his wife. He farmed a small portion of the 160 acres belonging to the Bonnevaux retreat centre. I suspect he provided much of the produce we ate at mealtimes.

But there were only a few times during the week that I actually saw him: And that was whenever the whole community gathered for prayer in ‘the Barn’—a large gathering place and central meeting hall at Bonnevaux.

Wearing his work clothes, Tomas attended the daily prayer times with us, obviously joining us in the midst of a busy workday. I could tell by his dishevelled manner and muddied work boots that he was literally coming directly from working on the fields.

Tomas is a cherished member of this small community, even though his role wasn’t clearly defined. He just showed up to pray. And yet, of all the residents there, his presence at prayer made a lasting impression.

Tomas was there. And he continues to have a good, relationship with the community. After all, he and his wife were married in the ‘Barn’ the year previous.

Just showing up. I remember the advice of a seminary professor who counselled us newbie pastors decades ago: He said that at least 50% of doing something valuable in relationship-building is just showing up. If you show up, without saying or doing anything beyond that, you have already accomplished the most significant part of restoring, healing and even initiating health in a relationship. Because if you don’t show up, there isn’t even a chance something good can come of it.

Mary showed up. Mary and Elizabeth present one of the most beautiful friendships in all of scripture.[1] They are relatives, but you get the feeling their relationship runs deeper.

What does the scripture reveal about the nature of their friendship? The emphasis in Luke lies on qualities such as humble trust and surrender to a greater mission. The emphasis is on their honesty and unabashed joy. There is, to cap it off, Mary’s faithful response to God which begins by sharing the news of the angel with her friend.

In this relationship, there is no mention of any moral worthiness, social position, nor achievement. I don’t get the impression that Mary, nor Elizabeth for that matter, were prepared for their special encounter. There is no performance principle in operation here. They are not there to prove themselves to each other, or show-off their new maternity clothes. They are not in competition with each other. There’s no agenda.

There is just this simple, in-the-moment vulnerable trust, mutual love, admiration, and respect. In their interaction, they listen to each other, and affirm one another. Their minds, bodies and spirits are caught up in the love and joy of the moment.

At Christmas, the relationships and friendships especially within our families—whether good or not so good—are exposed for what they are. And if there is any kind of hardship in those relationships, you feel it.

It’s just that for most of the year, we can avoid certain people in our extended families, and go about our lives. But that’s what makes Christmas challenging for many: Because we are confronted with the question of whether we will show up this time, or not.

Maybe showing up means we will argue politics. Maybe showing up means we will renew old debates that have caused rancor and division in the family. Maybe showing up means more hard feelings. And, therefore, we will not show up.

We don’t know the background story of Mary and Elizabeth’s extended family relationships. It’s safe to assume, like in every family, there were tensions and personalities that clashed.

There is nevertheless something simple and ordinary about what they share in that one moment, that one interaction. The good happens, because Mary just shows up. And, as a result, their hearts become joyful for the gifts they both receive.

And maybe that is why Tomas is important for the community at Bonnevaux. He just shows up to pray. And that’s what we are doing today and every time we gather together, to pray. Simple, ordinary and different lives. Trying to make the best of it. But still, just showing up. Giving it a shot. And, sharing something special.

Nothing spectacular about the scene. Except for the gift of ordinary, simple love. Nothing to boast about. Except for what God is about to do in the hearts of simple, ordinary friendships.

God shows up – comes to us – as Friend for life, a friend who is faithful through it all, who meets us where we are, in the ordinary even unexpected moments.


[1] Read the entire first chapter of Luke to get the whole picture.

‘Will we be friends?’ Friendship, in place – Pt3

Let’s start the sermon today with a little quiz to test your knowledge of the Ottawa region. The photo below, I took in December of 2020. Where is this? Your clue: It is Sunday morning driving distance to the church, at 43 Meadowlands Dr West in Nepean (west-end Ottawa). At the end of the sermon, you will find the answer.

The Christian calendar makes times for Advent. Advent is an important season before Christmas starts. It’s important because in the wisdom of early Christians, people of faith have acknowledged that our deepest longings must have time and space for expression, without rushing headlong into celebration.

That’s why, here in the sanctuary at the church even though the Christmas Tree was put up a couple of days ago and decorated yesterday—we will refrain from turning on the lights until Christmas Eve.

This time is important to name our longing for connection, relationship. That is why we reflect in this sermon series on friendship from faith’s perspective. We have already identified aspects of true friendship—first, that friendship is for life; and second, that enduring friendship can stand the tests of disagreement and difference.

Today, we ask: Where do we find our friends? Where?

28This took place in Bethany across the Jordan where John was baptizing—the concluding verse from the Gospel text for this Third Sunday of Advent.[1]

I wouldn’t say the interactions recorded in the scripture today scream “friendship”, let alone true friends. In fact, the dialogue carries undertones and overtones of scrutiny, confrontation and cross-examinations. The priests and Levites are sent by the Pharisees to question John the Baptist, just like they would later try to dismantle Jesus with their combative language.

The Pharisees don’t know who John the Baptist is. Is he Elijah? Is he the promised Messiah? Is he some other prophet? Who is he? They send their minions into the desert. But they are not really ‘there’; they are not present to the moment and the situation. They come with an agenda, a strategy.

In short, the Pharisees are lost in their heads, in the realm of abstraction and ideas, trying to pin John the Baptist down, pigeon-hole him into some preconceived construct, trying to defend what is ‘right’ in their minds.

And that’s why they don’t understand. If they would only open their proverbial eyes and actually go and see who is standing before them, listen to him. It can be none other than John the Baptist, preparing the way of the Lord by the river Jordan, crying out in the wilderness. Literally.

We would not normally go into the wilderness to find our friends for life. And yet in all the scriptures we are reading this Advent about John the Baptist, we know that “people from the whole Judean countryside and all of the people of Jerusalem”[2]—very large crowds at least—travelled into the desert to be baptized by John.

They were drawn by this charismatic figure, to what he was doing and saying. And it’s a reasonable assumption to suggest there were friends among the crowds.

Where do you go, and where did you find your friends?

In this third sermon on the theme of friendship from faith’s perspective, we are drawn to the place where relationships happen. And the Gospel stories leading up to and including the birth of Jesus draw our attention on the specific place where all the holy happened—beginning in the wilderness and then in Bethlehem and the surrounding countryside.

In this sermon series I’ve also related the theme of friendship to my experience on a prayer retreat I attended last summer at the Bonnevaux Centre for Peace located in a sprawling valley near Marçay, France. At the centre of the valley lies a cluster of renovated buildings including the original abbey.

In the months leading up to the trip, I wondered, “What is Bonnevaux like?” I had a vision of some ideal, monastic setting, a pastoral vision of rolling fields, stained glass, cathedral ceilings and peaceful waters.

When I saw pictures online of the main building—called ‘the barn’— where our Canadian group would gather for the talks, for meditation and prayer, I formed a mental image and feeling of what it might be like to be in that space with others. Expansive. Ethereal. Set apart. In other words, ‘ideal’.

Well, this fantasy is only partly true. Because, in truth, it is a unique setting like no other. You can’t replicate it, in your mind nor on earth. Reality is not an abstraction. Experience is not a deduction. You have to start from the ground up. You have to place your body, physically, there.

When I first entered ‘the barn’ this summer, it was smaller than I had imagined. Moreover, I realized how close it was to the guest house, just across a cobbled-stoned path separating the two buildings. I was mindful and sometimes distracted by people coming and going through the barn’s massive and creaky doorways when meditating. It was still wonderful!

The Christian religion is rooted in the incarnation: “The Word became flesh and dwelt among us.”[3] Christ is present in one, hidden moment and place in time. Incarnation is always specific and concrete, here and now.

Friendships are born in a place. It starts with where you are: Neighbours who happen to live on the same floor or street, colleagues working in the same office building, life-long buddies who meet at the curling rink, parents using the same childcare, members of the same church, students attending the same school.

We don’t start with a concept of friendship, or concepts of anything for that matter. We don’t need to go to convents, monasteries, churches or any other “holy” place to find the right friend for us. Like any practise of faith, friendship is not what you think. It’s what you experience, here and now.

We may be surprised where we meet our true friends. We start with what or who is with us now, in the flesh, before our own eyes. To find a friend is to discover the gift of one already in your midst, wherever you are. Reality like friendship is not ideal, nor perfect. We are called to engage not the ideal, but what is.

If you’re looking for a friend, and a true friend, maybe start with noticing and appreciating where you are right now. Look around you. Consider with whom you have regular interaction in the place you are, or where you are going to be.

And then, engage. Get to know them. Pray for them. God may be opening your eyes to the gift of a new friend.

[Ok, any thoughts on where the location is, of the photo above? Answer: Rosamond Street at Gillies Bridge over the Mississippi River in Carleton Place]


[1] John 1:6-8,19-28

[2] Mark 1:5

[3] John 1:14

Mixing it up: a funeral sermon at Christmas

My first impression of Maurine, when I met her over ten years ago, was that she was a grumpy person. She was 88 at the time. Honestly, I was afraid of her because of the way she looked at me. She had that piercing look that bore deeply into my soul.

But that impression did a full 360-degree turn-around. How? After I got to know her a bit more, she seemed to be having way too much fun to be a grumpy old person. Ten years have passed, and I have grown in my admiration of Maurine to have fun and look at the bright side of things, despite the challenges we have all faced especially during the pandemic.

I had resolved to figure it out: What made someone so resilient and live so long? What gave Maurine this incredible determination to live? And I suspected that most if not all folks living into their late 90s share a similar characteristic.

A long, long time ago, Maurine volunteered at the Ottawa Jazz festival, so she liked jazz. She may have even heard the story of the jazz musician who kept playing on. Even though the show he was playing in had ended, he kept playing well into the night after the doors had been locked, because he was still in search of ‘the note’. That it was out there somewhere, and he kept going to reach it. [1]

And perhaps that story gives us a clue as to why Maurine kept going. Was it in the hopes that she’d one day experience something that would satisfy her deepest desire? That she was still looking for ‘the note’? And she wouldn’t give up until she found it.

One of the last times I visited Maurine she pointed on the wall in her bedroom where prominently hanging right by the door to her room was a painting. The painting depicted the profile of a horse’s head. The horse’s name was Brett. Brett was a beloved horse belonging to the friend who had pulled Maurine’s name out of the hat during a Christmas gift exchange when the Evangelical Lutheran Women still met monthly—a long time ago.

I could tell Maurine had cherished that gift. It was homemade. It was from the heart. It was deeply personal. It probably reminded her of the two Clydesdale horses that lived in her backyard growing up on Flora Street when the family owned a city snow removal company—when horses were still used for that sort of thing. That’s a long, long time ago.

Maurine welcomed this gift, and I suspect many other gifts throughout her long life. She never turned down a kind deed offered her. She never refused help; she welcomed it.

For me, she modelled how to receive the blessings of others, which isn’t any easy practice for many of us who are more into offering help, doing the kind deed, being in charge. But Maurine expressed no quibbles at receiving and enjoying the gifts of others. She prized them, in fact.

We gather during the season of Advent—a time when we prepare to give and receive gifts as a reflection of the greatest gift of divine birth and presence in our lives.

Christmas isn’t just about giving, important as that is. It’s also about receiving and being good about that. We gather during Advent, waiting to receive Christ’s presence. It is therefore the season of hope.

But we gather as people who mourn. We use the term, a “Blue” Christmas, to acknowledge our experience of loss during a time of year when the world wants to party. When we grieve, when we are sad, it is especially hard to join with others in singing a heartfelt “Joy to the World!”.

No words, no upbeat songs, no cheery hellos can lift our moods tangled in the thickets of grief and loss. It’s hard to receive kindness and grace when we are down.

Blue, at the same time, is the colour of hope, the colour of the pre-dawn sky just before the sun rises at the start of a new day. Blue is the colour of water reflecting the light and giving life to all that lives.

I think when we can hold both sadness and hope, we live a balanced life and therefore a healthy life. Giving and receiving. Feeling grief deeply as well as truly enjoying the gifts and pleasures of life.

Maurine was able to embrace both. She held the suffering in her life—and tragedies she did experience. Yet she was also open to feel moments of joy without excuse, self-denial, or a false sense of humility. I believe this contributed to the longevity and resilience of her spirit, if not physically as well.

After she pointed at the painting of Brett the horse on the wall, I could still see the twinkle in her eye. The conversation turned to what she’d like to drink. And for some reason we joked about drinking something with a little bit more panache to it. We veered completely away from straight up drinks—that wasn’t even in the cards. No, we talked about cocktails, and mixing drinks.

While we agreed that a gin and tonic was the drink of choice for both of us, what she wanted was another mixed drink that I had never, ever heard of. And it sounded disgusting to me. Ready for it? Beer mixed with … clamato juice! Really?!!! Yuck.

But the nurse attending to her while I was there and who was part of that conversation agreed that mixing beer and clamato juice was really good. Ok. Maybe it’s a thing. And then we laughed.

Now, I don’t want you to remember Maurine primarily with this picture in mind. But that conversation did remind me of something important that we are doing here today.

If we expect perfection or purity—from us, from our celebration of life, our experience of life—if we expect perfection in how we go about our traditions and important events in life—how we celebrate Christmas, for example, and live through this holiday time of year …

If we expect these occasions to be perfect (“If it’s not done a certain way, then it can’t be Christmas!”—if that’s our attitude), then we won’t be in a position of heart to receive the gifts of God which are always, always being offered to us, even in our grief. We’d be resentful, closed up, and feeling sorry for ourselves. The problem is not God. It is us.

When Jesus tells his disciples, “Be awake. Be alert. You do not know when the Lord is coming”[2], we may hear such a passage as if it were threatening or punitive, as if Jesus is saying, “You’d better do it right, or I’m going to get you.”

But Jesus is not talking about a judgement. He’s not threatening us or talking about death. No. Instead, he’s talking about the forever coming of Christ, the eternal coming of Christ … now … and now … and now.[3]

Christ is always coming; God is always present. Even into the messy, mixed up and miserable times of our lives. That is the promise of Christmas, in truth.

Maurine was present to this truth, even in the last days of her life. In the hospital when it was really bad for Maurine and she wasn’t really saying much of anything, we still knew she could hear every word spoken from the scriptures, prayers and our conversations. Her eyelids would flutter, and before I left, she managed a word—a word of hope that sounded the right ‘note’ which I believe she had finally found.

“I am not alone,” she declared. “I am not alone.” She repeated it a few times, barely but perceptibly audible over shallow breath. “I am not alone.”

If there ever were a ‘note’ for which to strive, to find, and to capture the essence of hope—even at death’s door—it would be those words: “I am not alone.”

The witness that Maurine gave to her faith, her resilience to keep going despite the setbacks, her longing to find that ‘note’ encourages me, and I hope you, too, to keep going, to keep striving for an experience of God who comes to you, in love. Even this Christmas.


[1] Neil Gaiman, The View From the Cheap Seats: Selected Nonfiction (New York: HarperCollins Publishers, 2017), p.293.

[2] Mark 13:33-35

[3] Richard Rohr, Just This: Prompts and Practices for Contemplation (New Mexico: CAC Publishing, 2017), p.37-38.

‘Will we be friends?’ Friendship and conflict – Pt2

Pushing Back (photo by Martin Malina, 5 Dec 2023)

Last Sunday in the first of the series of sermons this Advent on friendship, we reflected on the enduring nature of true, spiritual friendship.

Well, we can’t talk about true friendship without also talking about feelings. We may initially associate feelings of peace, joy, love with friendship. But sooner or later conflict arises in all relationships. The conflict arises from strong feelings in our hearts, including anger.

And often underneath the anger lies a deep sadness, a grief, from a sense of injustice. So, lots of strong feelings flow through us often clashing and erupting all around us like a surf pounding on the shore in high winds.

How do we grow in relationship where we can express honestly our feelings to another? Do we have friends with whom we can lament, who will listen and who will engage our feelings with us? How can we learn acceptance of what is, in the context of a trusting relationship, and move forward?

John the Baptist was one of the most colourful characters in the New Testament. He is mentioned in all the Gospels as the one who prepares the way for the Lord. But he’s a pretty rough, messy kind of guy. We might know him to be piercingly direct if not unrefined in his communication style.

In Matthew’s account, he yells at the Pharisees calling them “a brood of vipers”.[1] His insults thrown aggressively, John the Baptist was definitely not a people-pleaser. He was not afraid of confrontation.

Reflecting on John the Baptist, I wonder if good friends only appease one another all of the time? Or, will a friend also challenge you from time to time, speak the hard truth? I wonder if deep down what we seek in a lasting friendship is authenticity. What are some of his characteristics that made John the Baptist authentic in how he came across?

Two characteristics stand out: First, he was not attractive in a worldly sense. For example, he did not dress according to the norms. The gospel writer goes to some detail to show this. John the Baptist did not conform to the expectations of one who would herald the Messiah. One could even question, on that basis alone, his credibility for that messenger role.

It’s not how he appeared on the surface; rather it’s what he did and what he said that attracted others. It was his heart, his mind, unfiltered and real.

It is not about what makes us attractive to the world that forms the basis of our faithfulness. God wants our hearts to shine. God wants us to be authentic, “Just as I am” goes the gospel song.

And if we will talk about attracting people, we need to remember another characteristic of John the Baptist that comes through in this gospel: Not only did he know his role, he knew and respected his limits. People aren’t attracted to control freaks who over-function. People aren’t attracted to those who make it all about themselves all of the time.

John the Baptist knew, using modern day parlance, his ‘boundaries’—where he began and where another ended; and, where he ended and another began. He understood it wasn’t all about him. He had an important job, to be sure; he had a part in the great odyssey of God’s story.

But he understood that life wasn’t about him; rather, he was about Life. He was about something bigger than him. Therefore, he knew when to stop, and hand over the torch.

Being authentic is not about people-pleasing and trying to do it all. It is about being true to yourself, and about knowing and behaving in ways that communicate you are part of something bigger than yourself.

This past summer when I attended the Christian Meditation retreat in France, at Bonnevaux Centre for Peace, I went with a group of Canadian Meditators from all across our country. However, the Canadian community ran into some problems after the first day at Bonnevaux.

You see, there was one sacred rule: Silence. There were scheduled times and designated places for silence during the retreat: At the noon hour meal, and coming to and going from the main hall, for example.

But we were so excited to be in person together after only seeing each other online for many years. So, as you can imagine, there was much talking and laughter even during times we were asked to be silent—we obviously broke the sacred rule.

The leaders of the core community challenged us. I could tell early on they were upset, even angry, that we continued to talk during silent times. We had to work through our feelings on both sides, justified positions. But we did. Our relationships grew deeper as a result. We knew, by the end of the experience, that holy silence introduced us and connected us to something important together, something much bigger than our private, individual desires even when we weren’t always good at it.

Friendship is more than coziness and warm fuzzies and like-mindedness. A friend gives what is hard to give, does what is hard to do, endures what is hard to endure. A friend doesn’t abandon you nor looks down on you when you make mistakes, when you open your heart in all honesty and vulnerability.

The disciple, Peter, is another colourful character in the New Testament. Peter and Jesus endured a lot together. Yet, at one point in their friendship, sparks flew. Jesus turned and said to Peter, “Get behind me Satan! You are a stumbling block to me!”[2] It’s hard to believe, just reading this one verse on its own, that Jesus and Peter were friends.

But true friends they were. Not only did their friendship endure over time, but their friendship was forged on the anvil of healthy conflict, of getting through the rough patches, together.

Peter, even though he had a falling out with the Lord, was given the “keys of the kingdom”. Peter, even though Jesus called him “Satan” for misunderstanding the Lord, is the person on whom Jesus would “build my church”.[3] Jesus and Peter are good models for us.

Christianity, because it is founded on relationships, is a social religion. You can’t do Christianity by yourself. Practising our faith in a group is essential to personal growth. In community, the holy space that we share and hold together in prayer and song, word and sacrament, opens up regions of our hearts previously unexplored. Friendships in faith don’t endure because they are always ‘nice’, and no one ever fights.

A point of clarification: Conflict, disagreement, differing points of view do not, in the end, define the relationship. Because there is an underlying faithfulness and commitment to the friendship, to the community and to God.

Nevertheless, difference and disagreement don’t need always lead to division and break-up. Sometimes it does. But I think in the church just as big a problem we have are these assumptions that everyone needs to agree all of the time and always be the same type of people and always be nice to each other in order to belong.

There is room in a community of faith and healthy friendships to experience moments of conflict. And working through those disagreements is a hallmark of friendship from faith’s perspective.

“Will we be friends?”, even though we are not alike, even though we don’t come from the same ethnic background, or grew up in the same country or share the same skin colour? “Will we be friends?”, even though we disagree over politics and our favourite things. “Will we be friends?” Again, admittedly a rhetorical question. Of course, we can.

But rather than see conflict as an obstacle to true friendship, let’s see conflict as a tool to deepen and grow not only our friendship but each of us in our personal lives. Because sometimes the Lord comes to us in situations rife with conflict, as Jesus did the first time, in Bethlehem. God’s not afraid of conflict. Jesus didn’t deny nor avoid it.

In the coming weeks as we ponder Jesus’ birth and the coming of the Savior to the world, let’s not forget the context. It was a pretty messy 1st century Palestine. But Jesus will come into those spaces and places of unrest and disruption, even in our own lives today.


[1] Matthew 3:7-12

[2] Matthew 16:23

[3] Matthew 16:17-20

‘Will we be friends?’ Friendship is for life – Pt1

31Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will not pass away. (Mark 13)

If this Gospel was depicted in images on the big screen, you would get the sense that time is passing in an odyssey linking events and characters over days, weeks, months, years, decades, centuries. The video would speed up, showing clouds careening through the sky, daytime and nighttime running through several 24-hour cycles in a few seconds, a flower blooming from seed in a few, short frames.

The passage of time frames this Gospel text.[1] This story is told in a broad sweep encompassing all of history and eternity. Jesus says that life is like going on a journey whose way is not certain, but one thing is: God comes to us somewhere along the way. Somewhere in a particular situation, surprise! You can count on it. God comes to us, even where and when we least expect.

Have you had the experience of meeting an old friend after a long absence or being apart, someone you haven’t seen for years even decades? And then, whether by chance or by design your paths cross? Some confess it feels like a day hadn’t passed since the last time they met. You just pick up where you left off. It’s a delightful experience. And it serves to strengthen the relationship, doesn’t it?

That’s a taste of who a true friend of yours is. In this Advent sermon series, I want to explore important aspects of a friendship that endures. And the first such building block of spiritual friendship is that it is for life, and beyond!

Jesus said, “The water that I will give will become in them a spring of water gushing up to eternal life.”[2]

Spring-fed stream giving life (photo by Martin Malina at Bonnevaux, Centre for Peace, France, July 2023)

When I was on retreat in France this past summer, I visited three ancient springs found on the expansive grounds of the Bonnevaux Centre for Peace.[3] After centuries, these springs still bring forth water from deep in the earth and were probably the reason people originally gathered together in this pristine valley near the town of Marçay. In fact at least one of those springs has been flowing from the earth there for over a thousand years.

It is natural for humans to gather around sources for life. And we share in the blessings of the nourishment and growth that water provides. But human beings are not the only creatures these springs fed. Giant, sycamore maples trees hundreds of years old dot the landscape in that valley in France.

Green leaf, Sycamore life (photo by Martin Malina at Bonnevaux, Centre for Peace, France, July 2023)

The maple leaves hanging from these enormous trees reminded me of the symbol on the Canadian flag. Even though I was in France, far away from home, the maple leaf served to remind me of the many maple trees populating landscapes near my home (near Ottawa, Canada).

You don’t need to be in constant physical proximity for a friendship to endure over the years. Though it may certainly help, physical closeness is not the defining ingredient for lasting friendship.

In Christ, God calls us “friends”.[4] Yet, there may be times in our lives, even long stretches of time, when we don’t feel close to God. Our friendship may be blocked on our part, for whatever reason. But the water can only be dammed up for so long before it finds a way. Even another way. And water will find a way, like those ancient springs found a way to bubble up to the surface and flow to where the nurturing of all those trees could happen.

Because though we may be apart and not see each other for a while, we are still joined in a mystical union with one another as friends. The bond of unity runs deep and draws from the source of life, the living Christ, our eternal Friend.

I visited France in the summertime. The leaves I saw were not the colour we normally associate with the one on our Canadian flag. They definitely weren’t blue! But neither were they red, nor orange nor yellow. They were green. Green is the colour of life, life that continues and grows.

Friendship is for life. True, spiritual friendship never dries up. It is like an eternal spring that flows forever. It is full of life that continues to give and provide nourishment for all other creatures.

That is what we do in baptism today. Mikayla receives the water of life. And Christ Jesus comes to her today in the water and the word. In the bread of Communion. But not just today. Today is just the beginning, the beginning of a friendship with God and the church that will last a lifetime, and beyond!

“Will We Be Friends?” is the question I ask in this sermon series. It’s rhetorical, admittedly. Because the answer is an unequivocal, “Yes!”

Somehow, somewhere, sometime God comes to us: In a word, in a song, beholding a moment of nature’s beauty, and in actions of love and care from and for others.  God is near, even now, in this time. Thanks be to God!


[1] Mark 13:24-37

[2] John 4:14

[3] Bonnevaux Retreat Centre

[4] John 15:15

It matters who, and it doesn’t matter who.

For the Lord is our God,
  and we are the people of God’s pasture and the sheep of God’s hand.         (Psalm 95:7)

Unfortunately, not every one of God’s creatures has a home. In Ottawa alone, there are 12,000 families who are without safe and affordable housing. 12,000 households—not individuals—households. Newcomers to Canada are literally getting off the plane in Ottawa looking to find housing that is not available to them. The Mission downtown is where many of these refugees first end up.

By the Fall of this year, a record 74% of all new intakes at the Mission were newcomers to Canada. And, for the first time in history the shelter system in Ottawa—comprising mainly of the Salvation Army, Shepherds of Good Hope and the Mission—was at full capacity in the summer. The shelters were never before at capacity in the summer when sleeping outdoors is an option. Today, 450 families use the shelter system at a cost to the city of $3000/month for each family. A dire situation is looming this winter when already some 260 people live on the street. An alarming housing crisis is only growing.

Last Sunday on National Housing Day in Canada, as a patron of Multifaith-Housing-Initiative I attended an event hosted by MHI. Speakers, including Ottawa Mayor, Mark Sutcliffe, mentioned how important it is to work together to help those in need who don’t have a home.

I have a comfortable, safe home to live in. I suspect most of you here and watching at home do. And I ask, as followers of Christ, how do we respond to the needs around us, in light of the Gospel? Do we just focus on helping our own? Is that our mission? What is God’s mission? What does God call us to do?

On the one hand, I believe it matters whom we help.

Patrons of Multifaith Housing Initiative together on National Housing Day in Canada, 19 Nov 2023

In the Gospel text for today, Jesus describes the activity of the sheep who are the good guys in this story.[1]

So, it also matters who we are, as followers of Christ.

But what I find curious is that both the sheep—the good guys—and the goats—the bad guys—share the same problem. Both of them ask the King the same question which exposes the failure of their initial perception. “When did we feed, clothe, visit, you?” and “When did we not …?” Both sheep and goats had a break-down in recognizing, being aware, being conscious of doing good, or not doing good.

In the end, it matters what we do, as followers of Christ.

While their perceptive abilities failed all of them, the good news is at least half of them got their activity right. That should indicate what the main gist of this Gospel story is about. Because it’s not ultimately about knowing who’s in and who’s out. It’s not about us making the final judgement about who’s going to heaven and who is going to hell. It’s not about making doctrinal statements about eternity and predestination.

If anything, let’s avoid these red-herring interpretations and extrapolations of the story. Because the main point is not the knowing but the doing. It is feeding the hungry, clothing the naked, visiting the sick and imprisoned regardless of who they are.

One of the attractions of Multi-Faith-Housing Initiative for me is the multi-faith part. Because where religion has been and still is used as a tool for division and war, MHI bears witness in concrete ways to how faith unites people of different religions. Faith is a way of unity rather than division.

On National Housing Day, MHI had to adjust to a last-minute change in venue. That’s because originally, we were going to have the meeting at City Hall, downtown. But because of the weekly Sunday demonstrations about the ongoing war in Palestine clogging up the downtown core, security officials deemed the City Hall area unsafe for us to meet. And so they were going to cancel the event outright.

Fortunately, through some back-room advocacy on MHI’s part, the city was able to provide us with the Horticulture Building at Lansdowne Park instead. For me this was a powerful statement showing our commitment to religious unity, where Jews and Muslims, Protestants and Catholics, Baha’i’s and Hindus, sat shoulder to shoulder in one room to witness to the power of religious unity by participating in a common divine mission to meet a growing need in our city, our province and in our nation. As one of the speakers at the MHI event said, “Never waste a crisis” for the opportunity it creates.

When we want to introduce Christianity to others, especially younger people, sometimes the language of our faith and the words we use are not good starting places. Getting cerebral with definitions of salvation and hell and judgement don’t help as much in witnessing to our faith as it is to do something good together, simply and concretely, to make a positive difference in our world.

It doesn’t matter, who. I think that is the point of the Gospel. There are differences, to be sure, between sheep and goats. But it’s difficult sometimes to tell the difference between sheep and goats, honestly. In the larger scheme of all of creation, those differences are not as great as we often make them out to be.

If we can’t know really who’s in and who’s out, if we fail in our perceptive capability, then perhaps we should leave that part of it alone. Leave the final judgement to God. Judging is not our primary job. Ours is simply to act and help no matter who it is, no matter where they come from, no matter the colour of their skin, the clothes they wear, the language they speak or the creed they follow. It doesn’t matter, who.

In conclusion, let’s turn the clock back to the 13th century. I’d like you to meet Mechthild of Magdeburg, a religious who lived her final years in a monastery of Cistercian nuns. She gradually lost her physical abilities, and this affected her faith. Not only did she go blind and not only could she not do anything for herself, but she felt God’s love had abandoned her. She came to the end of her life in a state of powerlessness which left her feeling bereft of God. A crisis of faith, you might say.

And yet in this state of powerlessness, she rediscovered God in a new way. She began to express deep gratitude for the nuns and the way they cared for her. She began to understand that the way they cared for her was the way she experienced God’s love for her, in her powerlessness.

And she talked to God, that though she had lost her pride in possession of things, “You now clothe and feed me through the goodness of others.” Though she was blind, she prayed, “You serve me through the eyes of others.” Though she had lost the strength of her hands and the strength of her heart, she prayed, “You now serve me with the hands and hearts of others”.[2]

Maybe in seasons of our lives when we experience our own powerlessness, our own weakness and are open to others with our own vulnerabilities and needs, therein lies the way to finding God’s presence, God’s love and God’s power: serving another’s needs, receiving another’s care. And whether we are the one serving, or the one receiving the help, both experience a divine connection.

In the end, it doesn’t matter who. In the end, it is the quality of the relationship that grows and endures: The relationship between people, our relationship with the world and all that is, including the tensions in between—that is what is important in living our faith.

Could it be that in relationships of trust and loving action, it can all belong? And nothing and no one is lost? Indeed,

The Lord is our God,
  and we are the people of God’s pasture and the sheep of God’s hand.        
(Psalm 95:7)


[1] Matthew 25:31-46

[2] Cited in James Finley, “Unraveled by Love” (Richard Rohr’s Daily Meditation: www.cac.org) 27 October 2023.