Friday, February 9, 2018

On the Mountain

This Sunday will be the last Sunday of Epiphany, when we hear the story of Jesus's transfiguration. Jesus ascends the mountain with Peter, John, and James, and then is suddenly transformed from the teacher they knew and loved to a heavenly figure in dazzling white standing between Moses and the prophet Elijah. The disciples feel both excitement and fear by this unexpected transfiguration that manifests Jesus's divinity.

In all of the media coverage this week, there is certainly excitement that St. Helena's is receiving recognition for the hard work we are doing to transform the parish and the world. Perhaps there's some apprehension, too, for all the work that lies ahead. We have committed to doing some difficult things, and despite our careful preparation, we don't know how those things will turn out. Like in the Transfiguration story, we must follow the command God gives to the terrified disciples, "This is my Son, the Beloved; listen to him!" This is the same message God proclaimed to the world at Jesus's baptism.

It would be comfortable to us to do as Peter suggests, to put down roots and stay where we are: "Rabbi, it is good for us to be here; let us make three dwellings, one for you, one for Moses, and one for Elijah." But we can't just congratulate ourselves and sit on our laurels. We must constantly listen to Jesus and move forward where he beckons. God will require us to challenge ourselves and be receptive to the transformation God offers us. Next week, we will enter Lent, when God invites us to strip away the trappings and pretensions of the world and seek an inner transformation through repentance and holiness. It is hard work, but Jesus's voice will always be with us to lead us forward. I wish you all a most Holy Lent.

Abundant blessings,
Fr. Ethan+

Friday, February 2, 2018

Telling Our Stories Differently

I am a big fan of theater and try to make it to New York at least once a year to see a few shows on Broadway. This week, I was fortunate to get cheap tickets to the Broadway sensation, "Hamilton," which is playing in Chicago at the CIBC Theatre, which many of us Chicagoans remember as the Shubert Theatre. It's a bit like the Sears Tower. It will always be the Sears Tower. Wrigley Field will always be Wrigley Field. Right? And I can never remember what we're calling Comiskey now. Let's go, Cubbies! Let's go, Sox! One of the great achievements of "Hamilton" is that it tells the story of a great American's life in a new and unexpected way, probably very differently than we had learned in high school. I don't recall my American history textbook mentioning Alexander Hamilton's infidelity, his son's death in a frivolous duel, or the shady back-room shenanigans and horse-trading that led to our current form of government. But mixed in with the brokeness, heartache, and scandal is the story of a passonate and commited idealist who was instrumental in founding our nation. "Hamilton" also challenges our established way of understanding this Founding Father by using hip-hop and R&B as the musical styles for his story and by casting African Americans and Latinos in many of the key roles, including George Washington, James Madison, Thomas Jefferson, Aaron Burr, and of course, Hamilton himself. And this was true for the women, as well, such as Hamilton's wife, Eliza Schuyler. We too are going to be telling our story in different and innovative ways at St. Helena's. I am pleased to announce that the Episcopal Church has awarded us a $2,000 grant for 2018 throught its national Episcopal Evangelism Grants Program (see below). This will provide us much needed funding to grow the parish and transform lives by telling our stories, and encouraging others to tell their stories. We, too, will undoubtedly be called to see things in new ways, to name things differently; and yet the substance of who we are will remain and grow. Abundant blessings, Fr. Ethan+

Thursday, January 25, 2018

A Full Week and a Full Life

This past Sunday, I had a very enjoyable conversation with a two of the teen girls in the parish and their mother. We were sitting around one of the tables in the Anderson Room after Mass, eating snacks, and one of girls suddenly perked up and said puzzled, "so, this is your only job? What do you do all week?" I used to be a bi-vocational priest, so I'm used to the notion of having to juggle more than one career, but the question took my by surprise. It was a good reminder that most people don't know that the bulk of a parish priest's work is invisible and unglamorous, and takes place on the other six days of the week. So, I explained to her that a usual week contains some fundamental tasks: preparing the Sunday bulletin, composing the weekly email newsletter, updating the parish website and social media, cleaning and organizing the building, taking care of administrative work in the office, preparing my homily, visiting parishioners in their homes and the hospital when they're sick, coordinating business with the musicians and vestry members, attending diocesan meetings and trainings, and much more. And then there are things that vary. Last week, I cleaned out filing cabinets and polished brass. This week, I created a new manual for the altar guild with a comprehensive task list and lots of cool pictures. Even though my desk is tidy on Sundays, during the week, it goes through various stages of messiness.
Every week is a full week, and a full life. A very satisfying life. So, I am incredibly grateful that donors in the Diocese of Chicago and our bishop, Jeff Lee, have provided funding that will allow me to move from 3/4 time to full time for the next two years. This will permit me to devote myself fully to the joy of growing this church, with its many weekly tasks, both glamorous and mundane. I feel blessed to be supported by you and by our diocese to fulfill the potential that God has instilled in us.

Abundant blessings,
Fr. Ethan+

Monday, January 22, 2018

Courtesy and Civility

As promised in last week's homily, I spent a lot of time this week cleaning out the parish's filing cabinets in the sacristy, Anderson Room, and office. At times, the work was tedious, but every once in a while, I would come across a piece of paper that would make me smile: an old liturgy bulletin, some pages from a Sunday school lesson with a child's drawing in crayon, or a faded newsletter about the parish's various ministries. It occurred to me in the course of my rummaging that one of the Church's critical roles in society is to serve as a school of morals. I'm not simply talking about learning the Ten Commandments or taking seriously Jesus's command to love each other. I mean teaching people--both children and adults--how to be civil and courteous to each other. When I was growing up in Florida in the 1970s and 1980s, manners and politeness were still important. We didn't call adults by their first names, and we answered questions with "Yes, ma'am" and "No, sir." And I still do. Swearing cavalierly in public was not as commonplace as it is now.

Now, I realize that some people might think I'm being old-fashioned or a prude. But the truth is that I am distressed by the crudeness and lack of respect voiced on cable news shows, social media, and even in face-to-face conversations. Cyber bullying is a devastating feature of life for today's children and youth. Government officials using profanity to describe people from developing countries is an unacceptable denigration of their human worth and dignity. People still need the Church to learn how to behave. I once had a job in a very toxic office, and so had posted above my desk, Colossians 4:6, "Let your speech always be gracious, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how you ought to answer everyone." Still excellent advice in the 21st century. It frequently cautioned me to hold my tongue and be polite when I was tempted to lash out in anger.

That is why I am so grateful to two groups with a close connection with St. Helena's/ Santa Elena: the Boy Scouts and Kung Fu. I have been deeply impressed by the ways that both groups have worked at St. Helena's to instill in youth the values of courtesy and civility, politeness and respect. Groups like these are good partners in encouraging us to develop our more generous qualities, making us good citizens in our communites, and good citizens of the Kingdom of God.

Abundant blessings,
Fr. Ethan+

Friday, June 16, 2017

To the People of St. Helena's / Al Pueblo de Santa Elena, Burr Ridge, IL

April 16, 2016

My sisters and brothers,

I am delighted to announce that I have accepted the vestry’s call to become your next rector. Over the past several months, I have enjoyed getting to know you and have developed great respect and affection for the people of this parish. I have learned much from your diverse backgrounds and styles of worship, your sincere faith, and the many ways you make God’s love known in the world. I have been privileged to share some of your deepest moments, including a very moving Holy Week when I saw the parish truly come together as one. You have confided to me your grief and joy, and have invited me to share in your milestones: First Holy Communions and confirmations, a baptism and a funeral. Please know that I honor the trust that you have placed in me, and I will do my best to be worthy of it.

I look forward to spending many years with you as we work to grow Santa Elena/St. Helena’s, both in members and vitality. I look forward, as well, to improving my Spanish and learning to serve you equally in both languages. Your patience and generosity have been greatly appreciated. I thank all of you—both children and adults—for your hard work during a difficult time in the parish’s life. I want to offer my particular gratitude to the vestry and to our wardens, Maria Eugenia Giraldo and Todd Landry, who have shouldered heavy responsibilities in the absence of a rector. I am also thrilled that Daryce Hoff Nolan will be ordained deacon on Saturday and share the duties of ordained ministry with me. I hope all of you will be able to be in church on Sunday for our bilingual liturgy and the picnic afterward, because we have much to celebrate!

Abundant blessings,
Fr. Ethan+

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el 16 de abril de 2017

Mis hermanas y hermanos,

Estoy encantado de anunciar que he aceptado el llamado de la sacristía para convertirme en su próximo rector. Durante los últimos meses, he disfrutado conocerlos y han desarrollado un gran respeto y afecto por la gente de esta parroquia. He aprendido mucho de sus diversos antecedentes y estilos de culto, su fe sincera, y las muchas maneras en que ustedes hacen conocer el amor de Dios en el mundo. He tenido el privilegio de compartir algunos de sus momentos más profundos, incluyendo una Semana Santa muy emocionante cuando vi que la parroquia verdaderamente se unía como una sola. Me han confiado su dolor y alegría, y me han invitado a compartir sus hitos: Comuniones Solemnes y confirmaciones, un bautismo y un funeral. Por favor, sé que honro la confianza que me han puesto, y haré todo lo posible para ser digno de ella.

Espero poder pasar muchos años con ustedes a medida que trabajamos para crecer Santa Elena / St. Helena, tanto en miembros como en vitalidad. Espero, además, mejorar mi español y aprender a servirles por igual en ambos idiomas. Su paciencia y generosidad han sido muy apreciadas. Agradezco a todos ustedes—tanto a los niños como a los adultos—por su arduo trabajo durante un momento difícil en la vida de la parroquia. Quiero ofrecer mi particular agradecimiento a la sacristía ya nuestros líderes laicos, María Eugenia Giraldo y Todd Landry, que han asumido grandes responsabilidades en ausencia de un rector. También estoy encantado de que Daryce Hoff Nolan sea ordenado diácono el sábado y comparta los deberes del ministerio ordenado conmigo. Espero que todos ustedes puedan estar en la iglesia el domingo para nuestra liturgia bilingüe y el picnic después, porque tenemos mucho que celebrar!

Bendiciones abundantes,
Padre Ethan+

Friday, February 10, 2017

Is There an Ageist Bias in the Church?

Many of you know that I have been seeking a new call since the middle of last year. I have been reviewing parish profiles, crafting cover letters, and interviewing with search committees, trying to convey my vision for a vibrant, life-giving church. The one issue that keeps coming up is the assumption that young families with children are the sure-fire way to promote congregational growth, and that any parish that is not attracting this demographic is in decline. I couldn't disagree more.

Now, I landed in the Episcopal Church in a congregation that was composed mostly of young families with children, and I loved it. There was lots of noise and laughter, making the Eucharist (and the coffee hour that followed) a joyfully chaotic--and yet still reverent--event. Our parishioners were generous with their pledges and their time, but as a mission congregation, we often struggled. In the many years since I left that exuberantly young parish, I have come to understand that it is often elderly and retired people who keep many of our churches chugging along. And I am deeply, deeply grateful to them for their commitment. They are the lifeblood, the ones on whom you can always rely.


And it's not by accident. As I sit in interviews with search committees and vestries, I look around the conference tables and see a preponderance of gray and silver heads, which tells me something important. Elderly and retired folks have the time and energy to volunteer on search committees, vestries, altar guilds, choirs, and outreach committees. They have the freedom to attend meetings during the day when everyone else is at work. Although there are many elderly and retired folks on limited incomes, there are also many who are now enjoying the fruits of a lifetime of hard work and careful planning. They tend to pledge well and participate in planned giving programs. Their kids are grown and out of the house. Some are reaching the end of their professional careers at the height of their earning potential. Others have lost spouses or are geographically separated from their children and grandchildren, and so value the sense of community and belonging the church offers. They always show up for Sunday morning worship. They provide food for potlucks and coffee hour. They iron the altar linens and prepare the sanctuary for worship every week. They coordinate volunteers. The contribute to capital campaigns. They support the priest in a crisis, whether it's a hospitalized parishioner or a broken boiler.

Young families with children, while contributing much to the life of a parish, have a unique set of challenges. Being at an earlier stage in their life cycle, money tends to be tighter. And for low-income and single parents, the obstacles are even greater. In general, young parents earn less at a time when expenses are high. They may be trying to buy a house while they raise their kids, so they likely do not have the resources to be big pledgers. After all, children are EXPENSIVE. Young parents also have very little time, because they are working long hours to squirrel away money for the down payment on the house, the kids' college fund, and fees for their kids' extracurricular activities. Parental commitments like PTA meetings, soccer practice, ballet lessons, and karate classes mean that they feel pulled in many different directions all the time. Evening events, whether they are committee meetings or Lenten Stations of the Cross, often mean that they have to find a babysitter. Sunday mornings are equally tough, because sports teams now schedule mandatory practices and competitions on the Lord's Day, which would have been unthinkable in past generations. Clergy looking to fill the pews and grow their Average Sunday Attendance (ASA) often find that young families are their least regular attendees at Sunday morning worship. Once or twice a month is now becoming a normative standard for many families.

Of course, these observations are not meant as criticisms of young families, but rather as a sympathetic appreciation of the demands on their time and finances. With all of this in mind, congregations should be seeking ways to support parents and help them (and their kids) stay connected to the church and nurture their spiritual lives.

This brings me back to the contributions of seniors to the life of a congregation. Without them, our parishes would be greatly diminished. For example, I recently organized an Inauguration Day collection and distribution of supplies for people experiencing homelessness. Because it was a Friday, almost all of the volunteers were seniors. They made sandwiches, packaged supplies, and went out into the community to distribute the food, clothing, and hygiene kits to our neighbors. It's too bad that Paul didn't include the words, "no longer young or old," to his declaration to the Galatians that "there is no longer Jew or Greek, there is no longer slave or free, there is no longer male and female; for all of you are one in Christ Jesus." As I watched everyone joyfully bustling in the parish's dining room to get things done, I witnessed the Church at its healthiest and most vibrant. Jesus never said the body of Christ was a youthful one. Perhaps the body is matured and seasoned, experienced and wise.

I raise this issue about ageism in the Church, not because I think it is especially guilty of this bias, but because I think it is an extension of the ageism present in our culture at large. Youth and beauty are privileged and prized. Gone are the days, it would seem, when we showed reverence for our elders and looked upon them as mentors who could help us mature into better adults. Now, granted, age is no guarantee of wisdom or any other virtue, but there is something to be said for respecting the seasoned perspective that experience brings to living, including living as a Christian. There is much that I have learned about being a person of faith and conscience from people that are far older than I. They have taught me how to deepen my prayer life and to practice greater humility, patience, and generosity. They have helped me to take a longer view and put things in proper perspective. They have broadened my appreciation for what is possible. So, I would urge us to be counter-cultural, and to greet our senior parishioners with the same enthusiasm and gratitude as we do our young families with children. A diverse Church is a strong Church. Without our seniors, our congregations, not to mention the Kingdom of God, would be woefully incomplete.

Abundant blessings,
Fr. Ethan+

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Upon This Rock

Yesterday, I went to see the Martin Scorsese film, Silence. It chronicles the lives of two Jesuit missionaries in Japan and the underground Christian community that sheltered and followed them during a period of intense persecution in the seventeenth century. I will do my best not to spoil the film for those who are planning to see it, but I would like to reference a couple of scenes in light of today's commemoration of the Confession of St. Peter.

With the priests' arrival, the people can once again celebrate the Eucharist and receive absolution for their sins after many years of being on their own. Their yearning for the smallest sign of nourishment for this faith was palpable--the gift of one bead from the priest's rosary was considered an inestimable gift of holiness, a pearl of great price. Their joy over the appearance of the padres was infectious; and at times, I got lost in their emotion, making the sign of the cross or mouthing the responses in the darkened theater, forgetting that I was watching a film, rather than participating in a moment of grace. But then I'd catch myself, and sheepishly return to my limited role as spectator. I was moved by the sincerity and intensity of their piety; it summoned memories of my own swelling emotion and devotion as a new convert not too many years ago. Perhaps that's why I was so easily sucked into the story.

The film also paints the devastating effects of the authorities' coercion of these Christians, driving them to apostasize in order to avoid torture and martyrdom. As the terrified faithful weigh whether to step and spit on an image of Jesus to avoid drowning and burning at the stake, one easily recalls Peter's three-fold denial of Jesus. And of the Church's earliest martyrs. The film's graphic depiction of human suffering inspires profound humility, for how many of us, one wonders, could endure as much? Is there a point beyond which an apostate Christian is beyond God's forgiveness? As priests responsible for the well-being of a vulnerable flock, what is the right thing for Fr. Rodrigues and Fr. Garupe to do: apostasize to save the people from torture and death or continue to profess the faith and watch them suffer and perish?  It is a morally complex and untidy film that deliberately raises questions that foster uneasiness on many levels, both theological and pragmatic. Scenes of crippling guilt and sorrow, followed by confession and absolution punctuate the film. Relationships get repeatedly ruptured and repaired, with little resolution or clarity.

The Denial of St. Peter, G. van Honthorst, c. 1622
Silence engages the politics of imperialism and cultural domination, as well; and I was sympathetic to the Japanese authorities' contention that the missionary work was subversive and disruptive. I was aware of my postmodern discomfort around the missionaries' claims that the Christian faith was the only source of truth or divine revelation, while also holding fast to my conviction that Christianity is a faith with unique and valid truth claims that we are urged to spread. Evangelism is part of our call to follow Jesus. It continues to be a timely dilemma. At what point does evangelism become disrespectful and invasive? How are evangelism and proselytism different and similar? How does one remain respectful of a different cultural and religious tradition while still commending the value of one's own, especially if one is an outsider?

Finally, Silence stirred in me a renewed awareness of the current persecution of sister and brother Christians around the world: in Pakistan, in Nigeria, in China, in Palestine. Scorsese's film reminded me that the plight of St. Peter, the early martyrs, the seventeenth-century martyrs of Japan, and Christians living under persecution now is largely the same. Christians worshiping in secret and hiding any signs of their faith--a crude cross made out of straw, or the image of a saint, or a Bible--is not merely an artifact of our early history, but the daily reality of many Christians around the world, which we often forget about in our own privileged contexts. Freedom of religion or conscience is not a universal benefit enjoyed by everyone.

In fact, the Church was built (and continues to be built) upon the bodies of St. Peter and the martyrs, on those who make sacrifices of many kinds to profess Jesus as the Messiah.  On this day, when we remember Peter, the rock on whom Jesus built his Church--for all of his apostasy--may we pray for all of the martyrs and confessors who suffer for proclaiming Jesus as their Lord and Messiah. May the Angels receive them into Paradise, into the everlasting rest of God.

Abundant blessings,
Fr. Ethan+