July 2025 – By Another Road

Eyes on Him: A Sermon

I preached this sermon on Sunday, July 20, 2025 at St. Anne Episcopal Church, West Chester, OH. The lectionary text cited is Luke 10:38-42.

Not too long before I began my training to be a priest, I had a meeting with my rector and mentor, Fr. Shannon. I was, as you might imagine, a bundle of nerves and excitement and anticipation, wondering what on earth I’d gotten myself into, even though I also knew it was the only thing I could imagine doing with my life.

Fr. Shannon was and is a prayerful and wise man; he is the sort of person who cuts right to the heart of the matter when you speak with him. Even so, when I asked him for any last-minute advice as I headed off to seminary, I wasn’t quite prepared for the simplicity of his words.

Just keep your eyes on Jesus, he said. Just keep your eyes on Jesus and you’ll be fine.

That was it.

Now, I can be an over-thinker. With good PR one might call my personality type “introspective,” but if we’re honest, sometimes I just get in my head about stuff.

So when I’m all worked up inside about the future and Fr. Shannon just says to me, keep your eyes on Jesus, I will admit to you that internally, I was kind of like, uh huh….and??? Throw me a bone here, Father. There’s gotta be something more to it than that. How am I going to crack the code and become the ideal priest? How am I going to help fix all the problems of the church and the world? How am I going to shoulder the impossibility of the task ahead?

But that was all he said that day. Keep your eyes on Jesus.

So I packed my Uhaul truck with a lot of unanswered questions and went on my way.

And wouldn’t you know, that he was exactly right? Because I would learn in all sorts of ways throughout my years of training and formation—and I continue to learn—that keeping your eyes on Jesus is a deceptively simple invitation. It is actually really, really hard, especially once we realize how many other things we’re accustomed to focusing on.

The truth is our complicated lives and the complicated world around us and our egos and sometimes even the ups and downs of Church itself seem to conspire to keep our eyes on anything other than Jesus. Anything other than the simple, devastating truth of him and all that he offers, teaches, and dismantles.

I got to seminary and, as with anything, it was so easy to get caught up in the externalities of it—the grades and the institutional anxieties and the questions about the future. So easy to forget, if I wasn’t careful, that none of that stuff mattered if I wasn’t first focused on the deep, healing love that I had found in Jesus.

And as with any great love, some years on, I’m still only beginning to discover its fullness—only beginning to see what it means to keep my eyes on Jesus and to let that seeing change me.

I tell you this story, though, because in this light, I hope we can reassess today’s gospel passage. Here’s another confession: if I hear one more take on this story that divides us all into “Martha” types and “Mary” types, or that pits action against contemplation, I will pull out the nonexistent hairs on my head. With all due respect to those interpretations, this is not a passage about any of that. You are not just a Martha or a Mary. This is a meaningless distinction.

If you need some convincing on this point, consider: was Jesus a Martha or a Mary? Was he an active or a contemplative? The answer of, course, is that he was all of these things together and none of them alone. He was and is the unity of love and action, of prayer and prophetic witness, of service and surrender. Which is why, of course, we are supposed to keep our eyes on him—so that we might become like him.

Consider, too, that in Scripture Martha and Mary are both more than this isolated passage would suggest. Martha, in John’s Gospel, is not a hapless busybody, but a person of deep faith and insight: she is the first person in that book to proclaim Jesus as the Messiah. And Mary, in that same Gospel, is no retiring navel gazer, but a person of decisive word and action. She pours out her expensive ointment and anoints Jesus’ feet with her hair, defying criticism and convention.

Imagine that, women in scripture actually being more complex and powerful than church interpretive tradition has allowed them to be? What a concept! So let’s lay down that tired old binary these women supposedly represent. It is not real.

The point here, instead—the distinction that Jesus is making when he talks about Mary “choosing the better part”—is a question of where our focus lies. It is his gentle, direct reminder to Martha to keep her eyes on him in all that she does. In the things that she can set into order and in the things that remain a mess—in all of it, he wants her to not forget what it’s all for, what it’s all about, what it’s all moving towards: union with him, life in him, the eternal love affair between God and creation consummated in him.

Because Martha, worried and distracted by the many things she genuinely cares about, can only truly learn how to love them if she keeps her eyes on Jesus and receives him not just into her home but into the very depths of her soul.

And the same is true for us, friends.

All that we do in the church—our programs and our fellowship and our formation and our service projects—all of it is meaningless unless we first keep our eyes on Jesus and receive him into the deepest parts of ourselves. You’d think this would be obvious, but just like that advice Fr. Shannon gave me, it is deceptive in its simplicity.

Because it is so, so easy to become distracted, worried, and tempted by many other things—the ups and downs of economics and politics, the personal hurts and hungers that plague us, the unresolved conflicts and the institutional inertia. They are all important in their own way; they all need some faithful tending. But without keeping our eyes on Jesus—without making him the main thing that we are actually about—we will never go beyond a sort of well-meaning crisis mode. And I think we find ourselves in well-meaning crisis mode a lot of the time.

But God wants something more for you than that, St. Anne. God wants your liberation. God wants your peace. God wants you to be able to breathe again. And to help others do the same.

And the journey towards that liberation and peace and room to breathe begins, and becomes, and ends, for us, in focusing on Jesus. Listening to him, praying as he prayed, confessing to and confiding in him, studying his teachings, modeling our social ethics and our relationships upon his generous and gentle love. And then receiving him—reaching out our hands and receiving him into the deepest parts of ourselves.

This is what we must be about here at St. Anne, first and foremost: keeping our eyes on Jesus. And when I say Jesus, I mean the real Jesus, by the way, in case you’d forgotten or never been told what he’s actually like: living and present, responsive to reality, no enemy of science or truth or human experience, sacramentally available, still-being-revealed to us, Spirit-driven, justice-seeking, reconciliation-making, mercy-rendering. That is Jesus. Keep your eyes on him.

The stranger-caring, everyone-welcoming, difference-respecting, listening, peacemaking, table-turning, mountain praying, active, contemplative, holy Jesus. The Martha and the Mary and the Peter and the Paul and even the Judas-loving Jesus. Keep your eyes on him, because he is there waiting to love you, too.

Not Christian nationalist Jesus; not conservative or liberal Jesus; not idol of patriarchy Jesus; not disembodied, benign, relative-truth Jesus; not war-monger Jesus; not mere symbol Jesus; but the real, risen, living, loving, bleeding, blessing, breaking, laughing, dancing, fire and firmament Jesus who demands nothing less than all of you and nothing more than this: to see him, and to fall in love with him, and to fall in love with your neighbor and the world again because of him, and to die and to live again, all at once in him.

That’s who I am going to keep my eyes on, no matter what else comes along.

Just like Martha, and just like Mary, and just like everyone else who has ever dared to look up from the worries and distractions that surround them and instead chooses the better part that is, quite simply, Jesus. That is, quite simply, love.

Whatever else we do, lets start there. Just keep our eyes on Jesus.

As a wise friend told me once, do that, and we’ll be just fine.

Facing It: A Sermon

About seven weeks ago, as most of you know, I found myself in a place I didn’t want or expect to be. There are so many other things that Matt and I thought this summer would be about, but we had to accept that my surgery and its aftereffects were, in fact, was what was happening instead.

Every so often, you come face to face with life as it actually is, and you can’t hide. You can’t escape into your plans or your platitudes or all the comforting narratives in your head. There comes a moment—and it is a hard, holy moment—when all you can do is surrender to the truth that’s right in front of you.

This doesn’t always come as bad news. Yes, for some of us, this sort of moment shows up in crisis. But the immediacy of life comes through in wonderful ways, too: when you fall in love, or see the sun dip into the sea, or hear your children laughing, or taste the perfection of sweet summer corn on the cob.

As followers of Jesus and as sacramental people, any and all of this is an opportunity. Our faith tradition teaches that whenever you surrender to the truth of things, whenever you can drink of the cup that is right now, whether bitter or sweet, you will taste God. Because God is found precisely in those places where there is nothing to hide from anymore—where you are, at last, here, actually partaking in life. This is what Jesus modeled for us every single day.

For me, several weeks ago, that moment of surrender was when they were wheeling me in for surgery. I’d said all the goodbyes and I love you’s, we’d prayed, and I had to go. And as they rolled me down those cold dim hallways towards the operating room, I found myself some mixture of terrified and very, very present, thinking, here I am. This is my life. I don’t know what comes next, but there is nothing left to hide from now.

I am grateful for what came next. I am grateful for the love and prayers that sustained us. It is so good to be back—back with you, back with Matt and with our families, and back into this life with its sunsets and its summer corn and the thousand other small tastes of God.

But I’ve been watching the news of the word, of course, and I know it is also a life that remains full of the complexities we all face: complicated, risky and uncertain, populated by all those proverbial wolves.

I have been reflecting, lately, on how challenging it is to actually face the fullness of the world we live in—how much easier it is to stand safely behind the shelter of our opinions and our ideologies and our internet comments and our brittle certainties, like children playing hide and seek with truth. Meanwhile the world burns. It burns with pain, with longing for a humanity that will no longer hide from its collective responsibilities.

Speaking for myself, I am hoping to do less hiding and more facing.

Because that’s what Jesus wants for us. It is, in many ways, God’s fundamental expectation of us: to face the world, to love it for what it is, to name what is broken in it, and to surrender ourselves fully to its healing, holding nothing back. If we are not willing to try that, however imperfectly, we are not practicing Christianity, not really.

To that end: in Luke’s Gospel, Jesus commissions a large group. He rounds up 70 or so people—a meaningful number in the Bible, by the way, which evokes the idea of wholeness, fullness, completion— and he sends them out into the villages of the surrounding countryside to bear witness to the nearness of the kingdom of God. And they must do so without money, possessions, or even shoes. Not my favorite method of weekend travel.

This list of instructions might sound arbitrary, but it is not. Jesus has very good reason for the 70 to go forth in this way—because he wants them to know what it feels like to stop hiding behind anything—he needs them to face and to receive life just as it is.

He wants them—and us—to be able to answer these questions, honestly:

How will you carry yourself out in the wilderness places, where you can rely on none of the usual comforts?

How will you stop thinking you can do all of this on your own strength?

How will you stare down your demons, so that you might bravely face the demonic and destructive forces at work in the world?

How will you surrender to the nearness of the Kingdom of God within you, so that others might find it, too?

Despite what some current perversions of the Christian faith claim, the answer to these questions has nothing to do with money, or force, or power. We are the sheep, not the wolves.

So yes, first, lay down your purse, Jesus says. You cannot buy the substance of your life. It will come to you freely, on its own terms, as a strange and unexpected gift, as a seat at the unexpected table where nothing can be bought or sold. Wisdom is understanding that we are all beggars at the feast of creation. Receive what is given to you.

And then lay down your bags, too. Your possessions, yes, but also your “baggage”—your assumptions and your gripes, your enmities and your cravings and your uncritical allegiances and your worn out old stories that serve no one anymore. Because if you don’t, you won’t ever see what’s actually in front of you, and we won’t ever do the work that needs doing right now. Do the work that is given to you.

And finally, take off your shoes. Discover reverence for this moment, the place you are in—it is holy ground. It may not be the place you wanted to go. But “Here I am, Lord.” Here I am, in the hallway to the operating room. Here I am on Sunday morning with my doubts and my desires and my scars. Here I am in the United States in 2025, with my gratitude and my tears and my determination that we do not squander the dream of our forebears.

Here we are, with all these questions and hopes and fears, without anything but ourselves to give, trusting that, like Jesus, ourself is exactly what we are meant to give, for that is what the Lord loves most of all. Give back what has been given to you.

So here’s what I am wondering today:

What will it take for us to step out like the 70? What do you need—from me, from this community—to do the thing you’ve been hesitating to do, to face the thing you must face? What will nourish us for the road ahead, with its wolves and its sunsets and its sorrows and its summer corn?

Whatever that thing this, you need to name it, and I want to know about it, and we need to figure out how to help each other face it. It may begin with laying a few heavy things down—our assumptions and our resentments and our complacencies and our “we’ve always done it this ways.”

But if we’re not working on that here, as a community that carries on the legacy of those 70 liberated wanderers— whose names are written in heaven and whose lives blessedly became something other than a game of hide and seek—if we’re not doing that, then I don’t really know what we’re doing. And as I’ve been reminded recently, our time together is precious. I don’t to waste a moment of it.

I don’t know about you but I’m feeling a call toward all those wild, thin, courageous places where Jesus sends us—no purse, no bag, no shoes. Just a new heart. Those places where you can taste God.

They’re in the dim cool hospital corridors where all you have is a prayer under your breath and a sense of surrender to right now. In the invisible currents of mercy and sacrifice that undergird our worship and our service and our public witness. In all the moments when you can really, truly look at yourself and your life and your neighbor and, yes, our country—all that we are and all that we are not—and still say: yes, I choose to face this. I choose to not give up on this. I choose to keep trying for the good of all this. I choose to love this.

When we do that, wherever we are, then the proclamation once spread throughout the villages is still alive: the kingdom of God has come near.

Indeed, it was always there, just waiting for us to face it.