Mental Health, Demons, Pigs and Empathy... yes these all fit together.

The Tormented: Part of 'The Outsider Series', Ordinary Time 2018

Scripture Reading: Luke 8:26-33 (NIV)
26 They sailed to the region of the Gerasenes,[a] which is across the lake from Galilee. 27 When Jesus stepped ashore, he was met by a demon-possessed man from the town. For a long time this man had not worn clothes or lived in a house, but had lived in the tombs. 28 When he saw Jesus, he cried out and fell at his feet, shouting at the top of his voice, “What do you want with me, Jesus, Son of the Most High God? I beg you, don’t torture me!” 29 For Jesus had commanded the impure spirit to come out of the man. Many times it had seized him, and though he was chained hand and foot and kept under guard, he had broken his chains and had been driven by the demon into solitary places. 30 Jesus asked him, “What is your name?” “Legion,” he replied, because many demons had gone into him. 31 And they begged Jesus repeatedly not to order them to go into the Abyss. 32 A large herd of pigs was feeding there on the hillside. The demons begged Jesus to let them go into the pigs, and he gave them permission.33 When the demons came out of the man, they went into the pigs, and the herd rushed down the steep bank into the lake and was drowned.


Mental Health, Demons, Pigs and Empathy... Yes these all fit together

Well, this is a pretty strange story. I have to say that, other than some of the writing in Revelation, this could be the most peculiar story in the bible. And I also have to say that it’s my favorite demon story.

I realize that by saying this I’m not only admitting to knowing more than one demon story, but have also taken the time to discern this one as the one I like the best.

I like it because it’s startling and strange - it kind of stays with you - because it really doesn’t make any sense. When I was studying at University this story got mentioned a number of times, not just because it’s one of the ‘miracle stories’ but because it is one of the stories that uses humour to make it memorable.

Today in the 21st century the humour is a little lost on us, as we no longer have the context or same cultural understanding of the world that existed in the 1st century. It’s a little bit of those “You had to be there” funny stories.

So let me try to to explain - then we’re look at why this old, strange story continues to matter today.

Some context to set the stage: The writer of Luke is speaking to a primarily gentile audience. Each of the gospels had a target audience, Matthew, was writing to a mostly Jewish audience, which is why his gospel has a lot of references to Jesus as the new Moses, he wanted the Jewish people to relate to Jesus’ and his stories in that way. Luke, however was writing to mostly gentiles, trying to convince them that Jesus was more than just a Jewish Messiah radical.

And this story plays a role in that. When Jesus meets the man with the legion of demons within him we’re told that the man lives among the tombs and there is a large herd of pigs nearby. This information is seemingly inconsequential to us, but to the readers of Luke - these two points are very important, because they tell us that under no circumstances is this man Jewish.

At that time a Jewish person would not live among tombs/graves - that’s a place of uncleanliness. A Jewish person would also never live near pigs - as they were the most unclean animal of all creatures. Therefore we know that Jesus, a Jewish figure, is in a part of Israel where Jewish people don’t live. 

Here is this Jewish figure, Jewish Messiah, healing a non-Jew - this would be very meaningful for people curious about this person, but having little to no knowledge of the Jewish faith.

It would have been highly likely, tho, that one thing gentiles would know about Jewish people would be their laws about clean and unclean - and that pigs were at the absolute top of the list of unclean creatures. Back in the 1st century, and even today for some Jewish people, coming into contact with an unclean animal made you unclean. Ritual baths and cleansing is necessary before being able to show yourself in Jewish society again - so one would be very careful to not unwittingly contaminate themselves.

This doesn’t seem to bother Jesus tho, or the demons, so when the demons ask to be put into the pigs, Jesus says, “Sure, go ahead.”

But then the pigs, the most unclean and foul of all creatures, the lowest of the low can’t even stand to have the demon’s within them, so they run down the hill and drown themselves. They perform their own ritual bath to cleanse themselves, the irony being they’re pigs and can never become clean.

It’s unexpected, creates a pretty silly image in your mind and maybe a little chuckle. And you might find yourself going home after hearing this story and telling your family, telling your neighbour, “So I heard this funny story about pigs and demons...” and along with telling the story you’re also sharing the mystery and power that this Jesus person has to heal people.

It’s memorable and thus Jesus becomes memorable too.

And then there’s us in the 21st century and we’ve kind of lost the plot of this one. There’s plenty of the story that we just find really bizarre and of course there's this  judgmental overtone of people who are different being full of demons. Back in the day anyone suffering from a mental illness, a genetic illness, a brain disorder, could be labelled as a demonic; Someone possessed by a demon.

This would be the case especially for someone whose personality changed as the result of brain trauma, be it a physical injury or emotional trauma. Tho not limited to just those people.

We now know, of course that such things are not demons, or the result of the person having done something to deserve it. We know the brain is a complex organ susceptible to injury, and malfunction the same as any other organ in the body.

We know that thought disorders, like schizophrenia and mood disorders, like bipolar and depression can be treated with a multitude of therapies and medications. As can any number of genetic illnesses that affect the brain.

Neuroscience is making great strides forward in understanding the Autism Spectrum, ADD and ADHD as the brain not functioning as originally designed and people who present with A-typical neurological capacity need support and compassion - not name calling and removal from society.

Yet with all of that progress, a stigma remains. While we might not whisper behind our hands, “I think that person has a demon in them” anymore, there is remains a discomfort on what to say when it comes to people with mental illnesses.

The bulk of my experience is with mental illness in the form of a mood disorder - depression and anxiety, which is the place I speak from today. It’s not that other brain disorders are not as important, I just don’t have the experience to speak about them today.

For me, I have, as many of you already know a lived experience of mental illness. I am in recovery, in that I’m in a good healthy place right now, but the illness is never really ‘cured’.

Earlier this year I began volunteering my time with Pathways: Serious mental Illness, a non-profit society that seeks to educate people about mental illnesses. I visit high schools on the North Shore and speak about my own mental health story and we provide education to the students. Our goal is to bring awareness to mental illnesses and reduce the stigma and fear around talking about mental health.

One of the people I share these talks with tells a story about her child. When her child became mentally ill, to the point that she was hospitalized there was another student at the same school with leukemia. For the student with leukemia people knew what to do to support - send flowers, cards, make meals etc... for her child, those things didn’t happen - no cards, no flowers, no comment at all.

She doesn’t tell this story because she’s angry or wants to make people feel guilty, but rather to simply point out that we, as a society, really have no idea how to respond to mental illnesses in the same way that we know what to do in the case of cancer, surgery, physical injury.

We might want to do something, but we question if it’s the right way to respond, we wonder - does the person want more attention drawn to themselves?

The stigma, the discomfort continues. As a person who has had some very serious rounds with depression and has watched my family struggle to cope when I’ve been unable to rise from my bed, seen the hardship on my family through the cloudy haze of my darkest moods - a casserole would have been very welcome.

When we visit the high schools we show them a video - I’d like to show it to you all now:

“I don’t know what to say right now, I’m just so glad you told me.” If you take away only one thing from today, please take away that line. Put it in your back pocket, write it on a slip of paper and put it in your wallet - so if someone ever talks to you about feeling depressed, feeling anxious, feeling grief or any of the hard emotions we as humans don’t deal well with you can say that line.

Humans like to fix things. We think that being supportive is to fix, to help find an answer, help make it better and make the bad feelings go away - which is next to impossible - and at times can do more harm than good when someone discloses something hard and painful.

Humans want to be heard. We want to know that someone listened to what we had to say and wasn’t spending their time thinking about what their response would be. We want to know that someone empathizes with us, even if they don’t understand.

Because if you’ve never experienced severe depression, a heart stopping panic attack, a psychotic break from reality - you’re never going to understand what it feels like. And that’s ok, I’m actually pretty happy when I met people who have no idea what I’m talking about when I explain what these things feel like.

A couple weeks ago I found myself trying to explain what being suicidal felt like during one of our Death Cafe meetings. We’d been speaking of some of the recent celebrity suicides and there was a lot of conversation about ‘how could someone feel that helpless” “that lost” “that unable to ask for help” and I tried to explain how when you’re that deep in a depression deciding to take your own life can feel like the one way you can stop being helpless. It’s a way of taking back control of a situation that feels so beyond your control that it is a choice that is both unbelievably desperate and completely reasonable all at the same time.

For me, when I was at my worst, when my spirit was the most broken it had ever been ending the pain by dying felt like the most peaceful option. Perhaps I had a demon in me, whispering those thoughts. Maybe I was under the control of a demon. It would be nice to think it wasn’t ME thinking those things, making that choice.

And in a metaphorical sense getting help, getting better and doing the things that made my brain healthy again could be seen as ‘excising an inner demon’. This is language we still use: fighting our demons, battling inner demons - and from this perspective the idea of demon’s isn’t so bad.

In the story Jesus goes against convention and heals a non-jew of their demons. He steps forward towards the frightening, the unclean, the tormented and extends his hand. He shows empathy towards someone struggling.

And then there’s a little giggle as the demons ask Jesus to put them in the near by pigs. And another little laugh as the pigs act out of the ordinary and run down a hill and drown. The intensity of the situation is defused with a smile.

Early this week I was at Safeway picking up some things. As I stood in the line up, I noticed some pocket kleenex packages. They’re in bright colours and have little sayings on them. One said, “Happy tears, are the best tears,” which is kinda sweet.

This one says, “Hard Times call for a soft touch.” I was moved by this little saying. I found myself thinking about some of my darkest and hard times, times when I couldn’t stop crying, times when everything hurt so much and I found myself imaging someone sitting with me and my tears, saying the line, “I don’t know what to say right now, I’m just so glad you told me.” and then handing me this little silly package of kleenex with this ridiculous marketing ploy on it, “Here, you need this.” the person says and I can’t help by smile, maybe even laugh.

The pain is still there, the hurt and the hardness is still there, but there’s empathy and a little laugh. It helps.

This theme of the outsiders reminds us that there are people in this world who feel on the ‘outside of things’ who feel that they don’t belong, be it because they feel unworthy, they feel lonely, they feel stigma and these stories in Luke remind us that Jesus focused the most on seeking them out, making time for them and welcoming them into his circle.

As people of Christ, as people who seek to follow the same path and seek to find the Christ light within ourselves and in others - today we’re invited the simple act of Empathy.






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Natural Dye - Day 4, Blackberries

Day three of natural dyes consisted of washing the wool and letting it dry. Not super interesting.

So ya know how I blended the blackberries and then DIDN'T strain it, cuz it felt like a lot of work?

Learn from my mistakes and laziness. There's a really good reason to do it. Because I didn't I now have bits of blackberry skin and seeds stuck all over my wool. I suspect a lot of it will flake off when I spin or knit/crochet with it, but still.... should have strained it.

In the meantime, it dried it a soft pinky purple colour - not the blue-ish purple one blog suggested I might get.

Before

After

Before

After

The non-mordant wool turned out the same colour, maybe a shade lighter, but not by much. I suspect tho that over time the non-mordant wool will fade back to something closer to this original colour. 

So there you have it. Some experiments in natural dying. 

Now to make something with it...

Natural Dyes - Day 2 Blackberries - part 2.

not guts, not guts, not guts

Um, so, yah... I figured out what they use for rotting entrails on the Walking Dead.

Otherwise known as soggy wool and chunky blackberry juice.

It smells pretty good tho and that's nice.

I soaked the wool in the blackberry dye for about 3 hours - what can I say I fell asleep.

On a whim I tossed in some unmordanted wool as well. I'm curious to see how the colour changes/colour stays when I rinse the wool.

As it dries and the berries (I assume oxidize) this entrail red should (fingers crossed) change to a blueish purple colour... kinda like the parts of this wooden spoon that's dried out a bit.

Colour gradient on the spoon is pretty cool 

White unspun wool,
(mordented) 

After the wool dries. I'll rinse it and then let is dry again... and eventually I'll be about to do something with it. I was going to keep aside some of this wool for my cedar dye, but I had a lot of the blackberry dye and it felt like a waste, so cedar dye it going to have to wait until I get more wool. (darn)

Natural Dye - Day 2 - BLACKBERRIES! (part one)

Blackberries!

Look at the size of this berry!

Today I get to make dye! I'm following the instructions from this site.

I'm using some fresh berries I picked from my backyard this morning and some frozen ones I picked last year. Right now I've got them all simmering in a pot and waiting...

waiting...

waiting...

The instructions say to heat, but not simmer or boil the berries for about 45 minutes... which means not leaving the pot - because of course even on the lowest temp it'll boil the moment I walk out of the room... and just waiting...

This practice takes patience, something I have been known to have little of - especially when I'm excited about something.

It smells pretty good...

Update: the frozen berries have thawed and I've blended all the berries with a hand blender. The instructions suggest straining out the chunky bits and while I've like to have seedless wool at the end of this process - I really don't see how I'm going to strain this smoothie out.

While we wait... once at Guide camp we tried to make blackberry dye. We dyed bandanna's. They turned out a pale pink colour. I suspect the fabric wasn't 100% cotton and I'm pretty sure we boiled the berries - having no idea what we were doing. It was fun tho and I'd forgotten all about that camp until I started reading about making dyes from berries and other local plants.

This "local" thing is why I've picked blackberries - I pick them in my backyard. They're about as local as one can get. Sure the wool isn't local, but theres something kinda cool about being able to say: I spun this wool and dyed it with berries from my backyard.

In the end, I don't think I'll mind what colour the wool turns into - because I'm using a variegated wool anyway I'm sure it'll look interesting whether it is pink, purple, blue or doesn't work at all.

It's about the adventure of trying it out, for me.

30 minutes later... so now that I've let the berries heat, but not boil or simmer I need to wait for them to cool back down to room temp...

... more waiting... but at least I can leave the room now and do other stuff...

Wool that's also waiting... 

Natural Dyes - Day One

I like to learn new things - I have decided to try out some natural dyes with wool that I've spun, or will spin. I have lots of blackberries in my yard so that's one.

Indigo, Alum, Cream of Tartar

And I've also been reading about Western Red Cedar as dye too. So that's the second one I'm trying.

Day one of this experiment involved picking up - Alum - for a Mordant. (read about mordants here, cuz I don't need to rewrite stuff already been done). I bought the mordant at this awesome shop on Granville Island: Maiwa Supply

The basic purpose of a mordant is to make fibers hold colour better - makes natural dyes brighter and not fade in the light.

While at the shop, I decided to pick up some Indigo dye as well - because -  

INDIGO!

To get fibers ready for the mordant they need to be soaked for an hour or more in room temp. water.

The Western Red Cedar
in my backyard

While I'm waiting for the wool to soak I got started on the Cedar dye.

Squirrels peeled this part of the tree

I have a big, beautiful Western Red Cedar in my back yard.


She's got plenty of bark to spare and she's a lovely tree.

I've watched squirrels strip bark off this tree and run up into the high branches. They come back down after awhile and get more, some squirrel has a very cozy home!

I striped some bark and then broke it up into small pieces - and now I'm sneezing, I think I have an allergy.

After breaking it up, I added water and I've left the bark to soak. Most websites I've read say to do this over night. So that's the end of day 1 for Cedar bark dye.

This tree is huge!

In the meantime... onto mordanting wool...

I followed this website's directions to mordant the wool:  Wild Colours Natural Dyes

And I used this website to figure out how to change grams to teaspoons because I don't have a scale: Chymist.com Yah SCIENCE!

This is a really boring process... and there's a vat of cooling water on my deck that smells like a wet sheep.

Tomorrow when I make some dye should be more interesting... while we wait lets watch cedar bark soak in water... about as interesting as watching paint dry...

Cedar Bark soaking in water, wahoo!

Sonder

Scripture Text, for this Sermon

There’s a word I’ve been thinking about a lot in the last few weeks, since I got back from Israel actuallly. Words and language are an interesting thing because they are always changing and evolving. This word that i’ve been thinking about is a relatively new word in the english language, it began appearing online in 2013, and still hasn’t made it into common usage, which is a shame, because it’s a beautiful word with an even more beautiful meaning.

This word is: Sonder.

It is the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.

This thought is both humbling and inspiring to me. This word Sonder, how did we get so far along in our existence without a word for this concept? It’s possible other languages have a word for this concept, and the concept itself isn’t new; just the word for it: Sonder.

The scripture passages we read this morning are just two examples, of many, in the bible about the concept of Sonder. In the Christian Scriptures Jesus is constantly asking us to recognize, not just the complexity and vivid lives of people we know, but to also recognize this in ‘the stranger’ the ‘other’. When we do so, we become closer to each other and closer to God. We see their humanity and their divinity.

In the first story, a hemorrhaging woman touches Jesus’ robe. This is a very controversial story, because the woman is unclean. She shouldn’t even be out of her house with the medical condition she has. At the time a woman, after her monthlies, would attend a Mikvah - a cleansing bath house - to be made clean again. But she hasn’t stopped bleeding, why, we don’t know, but to be out of her house in that condition and to touch a man broke a number of cleanliness laws. Jesus, as a result of her touch is now also unclean, and would, according to the laws of the time be required to complete his own ritual purifications.

He ignores all of that. He sees in this woman - this stranger - both her humanity and her divinity and she is healed. He saw her. He saw her for who she was; a woman, probably ignored by friends and family, who carried shame and stigma because of her illness. He saw her, recognized her and acknowledged her.

Jesus calls Matthew to follow him. He is a tax collector. A tax collector was a Jewish person employed by the roman government - a roman toadie, a pawn. Someone everyone looked down on, probably so they could feel better about themselves and here is Jesus, saying ‘hey buddy, come sit at the table with me.’

He sees something in Matthew that the others don’t see. His humanity? His divinity?

Whatever it is, Jesus makes a practice of Sonder - takes the time to really look at others and see their complexity, see their vivid lives. See them.  

In Barbara Brown Taylor’s book,“An Altar in the World” she calls this the ‘Spiritual Practice of Encountering Others’. She begins the chapter by talking about being an introvert and how, often when she’s out in the world, she just wants to get her shopping down, doesn’t want to make eye contact. Which is the case for many of us. I’m sure I’m not the only one who rejoiced at the invention of self checkouts!

But by not engaging in the practice of Encountering Others, this practice of Sonder, we are not engaging in a huge part of what our faith calls us to do: create union, connection, community.

She talks about the contrast to this practice; the call of mystics to sequester themselves from society, monks and nuns and hermits who forsake human interaction for the purpose of getting closer to God.

Christian Mystical tradition calls this ‘Divine Union’ and it is sought after by many. People go on pilgrimages, journey to the tops of mountains, spend time in the desert, meditate and seek gurus, and go to other extremes to achieve this union. This is not a bad thing - not at all and it can be very useful. Yet, she goes on to suggest that while most world religions have these extreme measures as one aspect of their call, the more important and often the hardest spiritual practice is to love your neighbour as yourself.

Later on in Matthew’s gospel, in Chapter 25, Jesus says, Come, you that are blessed by my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you... for a I was thirsty and you gave me drink, I was hungry and you gave me food, I was a stranger and you welcomed me...‘Truly I tell you, just as you did it for one of the least...you did it for me.’ Which is an invitation to a spiritual practice even deeper and harder than loving one’s neighbour, it’s loving the stranger.

Barbara writes that the commandment to love your neighbour as yourself is written in the scriptures once and there are no less that 36 places in scripture where the commandment is to love the stranger.

It’s easy for us to see ourselves in others, when those others are members of our community, when we see the things we have in common: our church, groups we attend at Community Centres, other gatherings of like-minded people. With people like that we can see ourselves, we can see their humanity and we can see their divinity, because they’re just like us.

But what about those who we pass by everyday, those we have no common connection with other than sharing the same space and single moment in time? The driver who cut us off, the pedestrian crossing the street who we stop for, the person bagging our groceries, taking our order at a restaurant?

An altar in the world invites its reader to the spiritual practice of encountering Others. She capitalizes Other - because she wants the focus of this practice to be with people who are different enough from ourselves, that we categorize them as ‘other.’

She explains the invitation like this: The next time you go to the grocery store, try engaging the cashier. (for the case of this story the cashier is a woman) You don’t have to invite her home from lunch or anything, but take a look at her face when she’s trying to find ‘arugula’ on the laminated list of produce.

Here is someone who exists even when she is not ringing up your groceries. This person is someone’s child, maybe someone’s parent.  She has a home she returns to when she hangs up her apron here, a kitchen that smells of last night’s supper, a bed where she occasionally lies awake at night wrestling with her own demons and angels. Do not go too far with this or you risk turning her into a character in your own novel, which is a large part of her problem already. [She is the protagonist in her own story, and you are acknowledging this]

It is enough for you to acknowledge her when she hands you your change. “You saved 11.06 shopping at [Safeway] today,” she says, looking at you. All that is required of you is to look back. Just meet her eyes for a moment and say thank you. Sometimes that is all another person needs, [is] to know that she has been seen - not as a cashier, but as a person.

For me, an introvert, and for many people this is a hard, hard task - I just want to get my groceries and not make eye contact with anyone I know, let alone a stranger, a lot of the time.

And I’ll admit that I don’t engage in this practice every time I go to the store, but this ‘seeing the humanity and divinity in the stranger’ this practice of Sonder - recognizing the complexity of someone else’s life being as complex as our own, is something we’re called to do over and over in the scriptures.

When I was in Israel, many of the Holy Places we visited were crowded and full of people. All of us were there so we could be in the same places as Jesus, when he was close to God, and maybe we could feel close to God too. But with all the crowds and buses, all the people jostling about, finding that quiet corner to commune with God was near impossible.

It was infuriating - can’t you see I’M trying to have moment here?! That’s where my thoughts first went. But then I remembered this book, and the practice of encountering others. Each person in the crowd was there so that they could have their moment too. And I was just as much in their way, as they were in mine.

So what’s a girl to do?

Barbara closes the chapter on the Spiritual Practice of Encountering Others, by saying this: What we have most in common is humanity. I learned this from my religion, which also teaches me that encountering another human being is as close to God as I may ever get - in the ‘eye to eye’ thing, the person to person thing - which is where God’s Beloved has promised to show up. Paradoxically, the point is not to see him. The point is to see the person standing right in front of me, who has no substitute, who can never be replaced, whose heart holds things for which there is no language, whose life is an unsolved mystery.

Which is what I tried to do. I smiled at faces in the crowd, I waved and grinned when I inadvertently or purposefully photo-bombed their photos. And for brief moments in those Holy Places, two strangers were connected. For a moment I was an extra in their life’s movie and they were an extra in mine. And though this connection we were both a little closer to God.

The word Sonder, it’s claimed first appeared on a website called the ‘Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows’. When I read that I wondered, why is this concept ‘a sorrow’. But as I sat in my office earlier this week I saw people walking past my window; mothers and children, a man smoking a cigarette, couples chatting, people talking on their phones, a woman rushing, another walking slowly carrying a heavy bag -and I realized I would never know their ambitions, their worries, their joys and that is sorrowful.

And beautiful. Utterly and amazingly beautiful because for a moment, because I saw them, because I stepped out of my own internal world and saw THEM, I saw their humanity and mine. I saw their divinity and mine - and as Barbara said that might be the closest I ever get to seeing God.

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Sonder Prayer,

The spirit is me, greets the spirit in you. God is in Us, and we are in God. Today we prayer that when we see the face of a stranger we see the face of God. When we greet the stranger in fellowship, we are in fellowship with God.

When we recognize the humanity and the divinity of the person across from us, we are in the presence of the holy and we become capable of seeing the humanity and divinity within ourselves.

We prayer that when we are asked to Love our neighbour as our self - we are able to do so, because we love ourselves with unbound compassion. We prayer that when we are asked to Love the stranger as our self we are able to do so because we see in them; God and ourselves.

We prayer that we can become capable of breaking down the boundaries in our minds and hearts that create ‘us’ and ‘them’ and ‘us’ and ‘other’. That we can see all people, with all their diversity, all their ambitions, hopes, worries, dreams and sorrows as members of our own tribe - and hold them in an embrace of love and tenderness.

Mechtilde of Magdeburg, a beguine from the 13th century, prayed: The day of my spiritual awakening was the day I saw, and knew I saw, all things in God and God in all things.

May we seek to find ways to see God in all the places and people where God does not seem to be: the person who cut us off in traffic, the person who talks in the movies, the arrogant, the entitled, the close minded, the prejudiced, the selfish, the dictators, the uncaring, the war lords. We pray for the strength to see them. To. See. Them. and know them for human beings with lives as vivid and complex as our own.

May this be our spiritual practice - find the humanity and the divinity in the impossible people, the impossible situations. To find the humanity and the divinity in the people who break our hearts, and break our spirit. From this are hearts can be made whole, our spirits healed. And we are in Union with God.

We prayer for the people displaced by fire, we prayer for the people risking their lives to battle the fires. We prayer for people displaced by war and conflict. We prayer for those whose rights as human beings are being ignored. We prayer for people who are desperate to be heard. We prayer for the strength to take action. We prayer for the wisdom to listen.

We prayer for family, for friends, for loved ones, for members of this community and beyond in need of caring, healing, support and love. We make space here to say their names out loud or in the silence of our loving hearts.

We pray for the stranger. We prayer for ‘the other’. In the encountering of another human being may we see that we might just be as close to God as we may ever get. May we see God and God’s Beloved in this encounter. And may we not see them. We pray to see the person standing right in front of us, for whom there is no substitute, who can never be replaced, whose heart holds things for which there is no language, whose life is an unsolved mystery.

The Spirit in me, greets the spirit in you,

Amen

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Where are your Holy Places?

Scripture Passage for this Sermon

Back in May, I shared with the congregation my experiences at some of the Holy Places I visited in Israel, on that day, I asked, all of you, the congregation where some of your Holy Places were.

There were lots of answers - people talked about Rivers and Lakes they like to go to, places in the interior, places on the ocean. Churches and Cathedrals in Europe. And Here, our church at Mount Seymour, be it Sunday service, or the thrift shop, or other groups that meet here.

I was mindful of time that week, and didn’t ask the question - why?

Why are these places holy to you? I was curious and I’m sure that other people were too. So I decided to make it theme for this week - Where are your Holy Places and Why?

And another question I wonder about- why do we need them?

For me, the answer is our Scripture passage for today. Which needs a little story. We don’t follow ‘the lectionary’ on a regular basis here. The lectionary, if you didn’t know is a listing of scripture passages for each week of the year. Many churches ‘follow the lectionary’ which means they look up the scripture for the week and base the theme of the service on one or more of the passages.

Here, we often pick themes for a block of time and find passages that fit, then write our sermons.

For me, I knew I wanted to talk about Holy Places, so it was a matter of finding a good passage. It was the search for the passage that really helped me to define, what I mean when I say ‘Holy Place’.

There’s lots of passages in the bible about Holy Places. Entire books of the Hebrew Scriptures are about The Holy Place - the tabernacle for the art of the covenant and the temple in Jerusalem. If you want you can read in great detail exactly what size and shape these holy places were to be, what decorations they would have, how to approach them for prayer and sacrifice.

But none of those passages really fit. I looked at the passage about Moses meeting God’s presence by the burning bush. Moses is told to, ‘take off his sandals, he’s on Holy Ground’.  The passage is powerful and sort of worked. It did happen outside, and many of us consider our Holy Places to be outside as well, so I considered it. But it was missing -- something.

What that something was, I wasn’t totally clear. But none of the passages I looked up using keywords like ‘Holy Place’ or ‘Holy Ground’ fit. There’s some really nice Psalms about God in nature: still waters, green pastures, thirsty deer, high places and flowing rivers - and I had a couple in mind that were okay, but again, not perfect.

They just weren’t expressing what I was looking for. Feeling like I was never going to find one with the right expression,  I decided on  - Psalm 24 - because it starts with talking about the world as belonging to God and connected Nature: to Holy Places outside, where so many of us mentioned finding Holy Places.

The earth is the Lord’s and all that is in it,

   the world, and those who live in it;

2 for he has founded it on the seas,

   and established it on the rivers.

3 Who shall ascend the hill of the Lord?

   And who shall stand in his holy place?

This was lovely - the Holy places - a hill, the sea, the river. Holy places founded on seas, established by rivers. Lovely. I should have stopped reading right there.

Who shall stand in his holy place?

4 Those who have clean hands and pure hearts, who do not lift up their souls to what is false, and do not swear deceitfully.

There’s nothing inherently wrong with these lines. Clean hands and pure hearts are wonderful things, but again, for me - it kinda killed the mood. I mean, again, for me the Holy Places I seek would be where I would go if my heart wasn’t feeling pure, or my soul needed to be cleansed of what is false. For me, these lines made me think I’d need to be in a perfect state of being before going to the Holy Place - which defeats the purpose.

The Psalm is talking about The Holy Place - the temple, which at the time, someone going there would have to complete some pretty complicated purification rituals. This is not my Holy Place.

So, before I committed to the first few lines on the Psalm, I looked up the lectionary for this week, a sort of last ditch effort to find inspiration, and there among Genesis, Zachariah and Matthew - the Song of Solomon.

We don’t read the Song of Solomon much, and I’m not sure why, because as I read the passage, I was there - I was in the Holy Place the writer is speaking of - Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away, for now the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing has come... the vines are in blossom, they give forth fragrance.

My throat catches on these words, they are so beautiful, so full of - Awe.

And that’s was I was looking for, that’s the something that was missing from all the other passages - Awe.

Because when I am in a Holy Place, when I am open to the experience of a Holy Place that’s what I feel - Awe. My breathing changes, my head feels light. I am, as the passage says sustained, refreshed and faint with love.

I read that passage and I was, for a time, back in the places where I’ve felt the most connected to God and the Divine.

From this I could answer the Why questions. Why do I need holy places? Because there is a part of me that is fed by the experience of Holy Places. Sustain me with raisins, refresh me with apples, I am faint with love - I think of walking down to the Seymour River, along the paths near my home.

We eat apples as we hike and before the rockfall and the flooding of the upper part of the river we had a place to swim and be refreshed. I love that spot along the river and it is there that I have felt so deeply connected to the Holy many many times and I crave to go back there again and again, just to get a taste of that feeling.

Right now, in my backyard, the roses and Valerian are in bloom. It is the most amazing smell: Valarian - the flowers (not the horrid smelling root). It smells similar to Jasmine, honey and roses and I don’t know what else -just trust me- it’s amazing and I don’t even have words for what I feel when I go out in my backyard, surrounded by trees and birds and flowers that smell so good. I can pick the fresh strawberries and muddle the mint leaves, watch the hummingbirds and it’s just - awe.

I can feel my chest open up, my muscles relax, my breathing become deeper and my feet become grounded. It’s all just feels a little different. The world just looks a little bit different.

I’ve found that a lot of people just know that experience - they’ve had it too. They’ve been somewhere and felt it, but it’s so hard to put words to it. While others, just look at me a little bit strangely and change the subject.

That’s ok. Some of us just need that as part of our lives - it’s why people create Holy places - public ones and private ones. Because there’s enough of us out there that recognize the need and seek it out.

When I asked this question a couple of months ago, many of us talked about places outside and I made a joke about no one mentioning this place - Our Church. And I don’t think any of us meant to leave the church out, we just, sometimes forget - no, forget isn’t the right word-  maybe it’s that we’re used to the Holy that surrounds us here, we’re comfortable with it and know it so well, it’s easy to overlook.

A “Holy Place”, capitalized, implies a place to travel to, a place of pilgrimage, and I don’t think of this place that way. For me, here, the Holy is found in the community, in the comfort, friendship and support that exists here. That’s a different experience of Holy, with just as much value and awe as the other kinds, yet easier to explain. We would be remiss if we were to take it for granted, because there is a lot of mystery and awe to be found here.

So enough about me and my holy places. I invite you to consider your Holy places and also to consider why they are Holy to you. If you don’t have a holy place, if you haven’t had an experience like this, then maybe consider - what might you need to make it possible for such an experience to take place?  

Then, write it down on these sticky notes and come up and stick them on the board. If you want too. Maybe you want to keep the reminder of your holy place to yourself, which is just fine. And you don’t have to write anything down if you don’t want to either. I would like to see the places in our world that we all feel are Holy, I think others would too - and that’s my invitation to you - to share.

We won’t have time this morning to share everyone’s out loud, but we can share a few from those willing. The rest we can read in our own time on this board later on.

Holy Places, shared at Mount Seymour United Church, North Vancouver