Arise! Shine!—A Sermon on Epiphany Wednesday

Grace and peace from God our Creator, hope in our Redeemer Jesus the Christ, and the promised gifts of the Holy Spirit are with you, always.

There’s a little song that I picked up somewhere along the way—at camp, in college, who knows—that always gets stuck in my head. It’s not very complicated, but it has a few different parts that you layer on top of one another until it sounds very cool. The part I always get stuck in my head goes like this: “Arise, shine, for your light has come and the glory of the lord has dawned upon you.” I don’t think I knew this at the time that I learned it,  but it’s an Epiphany song. Those words come straight out of the Isaiah text for the feast of the Epiphany.

“Arise! Shine! For your light has come, and the glory of the lord has risen upon you. For darkness shall cover the earth, and thick darkness the peoples; but the LORD will arise upon you, and his glory will appear over you. Nations shall come to your light, and kings to the brightness of your dawn” (Isaiah 60:1-6).

This well-lit season of Epiphany is a funny little time in our church year. Setting aside the big chunk of ordinary time—the whole majority of the year that happens all summer—for just a second, let’s look at the structure of the beginning of year. There are 5 pieces. Advent, Christmas, Epiphany, Lent, Easter. In Advent, we anticipate the birth of Jesus. At Christmas, we celebrate it—yay! In Lent, we anticipate the death of Jesus. At Easter, we celebrate the resurrection—yay! Those are similarly structured times, though totally different vibes.

So, what’s up with Epiphany? It’s just sitting there in the middle of those other seasons. The scripture we read focuses on Jesus’ childhood and ministry. Squeezed into these weeks—up to eight of them, depending on when Lent begins—Jesus has been born, is alive, we are celebrating, we are learning, we are living, we are walking, and we are not preoccupied by the idea that—spoiler alert—there’s anything to be worried about.

Epiphany is the time when we are 100% reveling in the life of Jesus the Christ. We are all in on the radical, world-altering, life-changing awesomeness of Jesus’ very existence. This is where I’d put the praise hands emojis, because Epiphany is rad.

Our story begins as it did over the last couple of weeks—with the baby. Jesus is born, Merry Christmas, Hallelujah! He and Mary and Joseph are in the stable, smelly and dirty, with the animals. Meanwhile, far away, some Persian astrologers are perplexed by what they have seen in the night sky. They saw an unusually bright star and had an epiphany—this star signaled the birth of a child in Judea who was God, come to life on earth.

Being wise men, as the story tells us, they knew they had to make the trek to see him for themselves. To see if what they had read in the stars could really be the truth. Persia is what we now call Iran, a significant distance from Judea in the first century, traveling by nothing faster than a camel. Their route to Jesus takes them through Jerusalem, where they meet Herod, King of Judea. These Persian astrologers are not Jews, and are not under Herod’s rule or the rule of this child they are calling King. But they tell this other king what they know, and that they are going to witness it firsthand.

King Herod does not have the same wide-eyed wonder that I imagine the wise men had. He does not drop everything to travel a long distance to fall to his knees in awe of the embodiment of God—the Word made flesh—in the baby, Jesus.

King Herod, like many rulers, stepped on a lot of people to get to his throne. He was first a Governor, and then a tetrarch, and then, finally, the King. Along the way, he had 10 wives and had several people assassinated, including some of his own sons, as a preventive measure so they could not assume his throne. [link]  A fairly paranoid man, it seems.

It is not hard to imagine how he would take the news that there was a new King of the Jews out there. “When King Herod heard this,” the text says, “he was frightened.” We should not be surprised by this. Powerful men do not like to become less powerful men, and a new King is direct threat to the current one, it would seem.

Calling together his most reliable sources, King Herod learns that—in accordance with the prophets—the child has been born in Bethlehem. The wise Persians go on their way, with fairly dubious instructions to come back through Jerusalem and inform the King about where, exactly, they find the child.

The star leads them, once again, to the town of Bethlehem. By this time, Jesus is not a newborn in the manger like in our nativity scenes. He’s a toddler, probably noisy and messy and learning to walk and talk and all of those beautifully human things. The wise men are overwhelmed with joy to arrive at the home of the holy family after this long journey. Their first instinct is to kneel down and acknowledge the greatness of the Christ child.

They open their treasure chests and give him gifts. Gold, to signify that he is truly a king; frankincense, to signify that he is a priest, like those who light incense in the temple; and myrrh, an embalming spice, to foreshadow his death. These are unusual gifts for a toddler; but Jesus was a fairly unusual toddler.

The last line of the Gospel text is significant. These Persian astrologers, after meeting the Christ child, went home. They did not go back through Jerusalem, to tell Herod what they had seen and what they knew about what was to come. No, they were wise enough to see that there was another way home. They were wise enough to know that this tiny child, Jesus the Christ, would not be the same kind of King that Herod was, but that his power was far greater. They were wise enough to know that Jesus Christ is Lord, and that Herod is not.

This is where our centuries of Christendom are a disadvantage. We hear this story, and we say, “yeah, of course Jesus is the King of the Kings and Lord of Lords, we know. What’s the big deal?” At the time of his birth, these terms—king, Lord, Son of God, savior—were reserved for people like Herod and Caesar. Political leaders, emperors, warriors. Not Jewish children born into poverty. The absolutely radical nature of this epiphany is staggering.

If Jesus the Christ is Lord, then Herod is not. If Jesus the Christ is Lord, then Caesar is not. If Jesus the Christ is Lord, then the President is not; the pastor is not; we are not.

True power is not to be found in the waging of wars; in the oppression of those marginalized and minoritized; in terror and fear; in self-glorification and self-aggrandizement.

True power, true leadership, true salvation comes to us from the lowliest of circumstances, and leads us all to liberation. Liberates us all from the power of sin and death; liberates us all from fear; liberates us all.

In this season after the Epiphany, we will begin again at the beginning. Jesus will travel the countryside, gathering disciples and telling the truth about who God is and who we are. Spend this season bathed in the light of Christ, knowing that the truth has made you free. Arise! Shine! For your light has come!

Yes, the world around us is dark and dreary, and there are powers and principalities waging wars and wielding terror. This was the case at the time of Jesus’ birth, throughout his life, and in the centuries since. But the reason we are gathered here tonight is because a star shined in the East, and guided wise men to see the world in a new way. We are gathered here this week and every week because a light has shined in that darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.

Thanks be to God.

C'mon. #ReadFewerWhiteDudes in 2018.

It's a crisp, lovely evening at my in-laws' house in Arizona, and I've suddenly realized my 2018 reading challenge begins tomorrow! Because 2018 begins tomorrow! Happy New Year, beloveds!

2018 will be my third year with a reading challenge, my second year of that challenge being largely Book Riot's #ReadHarder, and my second year committing to #ReadFewerWhiteDudes, too. Some of the prompts this year lined right up with books I have been trying to read, which is v nice. It also, though, had way more comic/graphic novel and mystery/crime prompts than I am interested in, so I just decided to shrug off a few of those.

I noticed that some geniuses I follow on the internet (Hanif Abdurraqib, Eve Ewing, Clint Smith, Kaveh Akbar, and Danez Smith) are writers and poets, and so I am going to read their new work. I don't read enough poetry, in general, so I googled around for weeks, trying to find a 2018 poetry reading challenge to throw in the mix. The League of Canadian Poets had a 2017 challenge, but I have not found a 2018 update, so I just snagged a few of their #LCPchallenge prompts. This is my 2018 Reading Challenge, and I can do what I want. Glad we cleared that up.

In my theological reading, I can always do better to prioritize marginalized and minoritized voices, and I'm lacking in queer theology by queer folks; because God loves me, an ELCA colleague has written and compiled a bunch of theology by trans folks for publication in 2018. You, too, can pre-order Transforming. Thanks, Austen!

Additionally, Jonathan and I are heading to Europe for our honeymoon this summer (woohoo!) and someone (Ashley Ford?) once recommended reading fiction set where you're going as a way to get excited, so I picked novels set in the Italian Riviera and in Lyon, France in anticipation of the parts of our trip we'll spend in those regions. 

2018 is going to be a year of all sorts of things, and joyous reading is going to be chief among them, for me.

What are you reading this year? Please tell me all about it. Send me a link to your list, if you have one.

BOOKS, Y'ALL!

Incredibly, the 17 Best Things from 2017

I have never written a year in review, and I’m not 100% sure why I am writing one, now. I think it is going to be mostly silly and not particularly comprehensive. I don’t really know, but I’m just going to give it a try.

Like most things in my life, it’s easiest to begin with books. I wrote at the end of 2016 about my new eternal goal to #ReadFewerWhiteDudes, and where that would lead me for 2017. Here’s the Google Doc I used to track my progress. [You’ll note that I am not 100% done, as there is 3% of 2017 left, and you can bet I’ll spend some of it reading.] I exceeded my goal of reading 29 books in the year I turned 29, but am not about to change something in 2018, so I’m setting a goal of 30. I’m turning 30! What a world.

The Four Best of the Books I Read in 2017

  • I like to mark the January 22 anniversary of the Roe v. Wade decision each year. This year, I celebrated it by reading Pro: Reclaiming Abortion Rights, a truly comprehensive guide by Katha Pollitt. Written in 2015, it tracks with much of the anti-abortion legislation being pushed through state houses and the federal government, though it can scarcely imagine how much worse it has already become. If you have ever found yourself in a discussion (perhaps argument?) over reproductive autonomy, let this book serve as your one-stop-shop for every talking point ever thrown. One’s personal choices are one’s personal choices. At its logical conclusion, abortion is healthcare, and birth control is liberation; anyone who would deny anyone either has ulterior motives to control women.
  • Two years before I was born, Vikram Seth wrote a novel in verse called The Golden Gate. I read it in 2017, because it fulfilled the prompt of “a book set within 100 miles of where I live”—San Francisco, in case you couldn’t tell. I had never read in a novel in verse before, and I would now like very much to read another. The experience was absolutely delightful, though the premise of the novel was heartbreaking at every turn. In the midst of reading it, I kept being stunned by the cleverness and would have to stop for a moment, say “wow” probably out loud, and pick back up again.

  • At the same time I was reading The Golden Gate, actually, I was also digging into “a book set more than 5000 miles from where I live”: Suki Kim’s Without You There is No Us: Undercover Among the Sons of North Korea’s Elite. I absolutely devoured this book. I couldn’t stop talking about it, and tried to figure out ways to bring it up in conversation without just saying, “I’m reading the most fascinating book right now!” no matter what we’d been talking about. Little did I know how hot a topic DPRK would become in 2017 (Trump, ay ay ay). Suki Kim so deftly reports in the same tone (grey, drab) as the world she is experiencing, which doesn’t sound like the rousing endorsement that it is. I think that the true level of astonishment she felt (and I felt) would have been unsustainable for her several months embedded there. If this book is any indication, she is an elite investigative reporter.

  • John Green is why I can’t quit white dudes. His latest novel, Turtles All the Way Down, was six years in the making, and I am so glad it ushered me through the end of 2017. I rarely read brand new books, because I just absolutely despise hardcovers, and this was a notable exception. Jonathan and I registered for a signed copy of the book (haha) and received it on its publication day, four days before our wedding. Jonathan brought it with him to Encinitas and actually read some of it while taking some much-needed introvert time. The novel itself is a classic of John’s work, and I mean that as the highest possible compliment. His treatment of the language used by teens is painstakingly accurate, and deeply moving. His lifelong struggles with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder shined through the main character, Aza, as she navigated her way through the ups and downs (mostly downs) of life as a teen with OCD. It’s so beautiful, and so awful. I feel like John gave me a gift, and that I can come one step closer to understanding someone with OCD in my pastoral care. Since I know John considered priesthood and chaplaincy, I do not think this is an accident.

Want to know what I’m reading in 2018? That post is forthcoming, or perhaps I’ve gone back and linked to it by the time you are reading this. The internet is magic.

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Moving on to words of the audio variety! Y’all, I am currently subscribed to approximately 22 podcasts. Many of them update weekly, others biweekly, others more sporadically. There are a couple to which I have pre-subscribed in anticipation of their January 2018 debut. All this to say, I spend a serious number of hours listening, and cannot expect you to casually peruse all 22 of them. Therefore, here are some highlights that I experienced in 2017 that will give you a hint as to where to begin in understanding what’s sloshing around in my head.

The Four Best Podcasts I Started Listening to in 2017

  • She’s All Fat is a podcast for “body positivity, radical self-love, and chill vibes only” by two wonderful fat ladies, Sophie and April. They’re a new podcast, so occasionally they get into the weeds as they are finding their recording stride, but most of the time I learn important things and laugh out loud forever at their segment “It’s Okay, You Can Ask” where they ask each other race-related questions you really have to reserve for your dearest black/white friend. (Examples include, “how do wigs work?” and “what is square dancing?”) They are also introducing me to great resources from body positive scholarship and political activism. And recommending good underwear brands. It’s truly a public service.

  • Ear Hustle is produced by two incarcerated men at San Quentin, and an artist who volunteers there. If you’re wondering what’s happening in America’s prisons, Ear Hustle will tell you that it’s exactly what you think, and worse than you think, and more fascinating than you think, and more human than you think. You can listen to pretty much any episode as a standalone, or trek back to the beginning. They’re very good at the explanatory comma, so you will be able to keep up with terminology and references to previous episodes.

  • Who Weekly is literally the dumbest thing I do twice a week, and for it I am eternally grateful. The tagline is “all the news you need to know about the celebrities you don’t.” The general idea is that every person they mention on the podcast, you’d say “Who?” if someone mentioned them in real life. Bobby and Lindsey provide a hilariously pedantic rundown of “wholebrity” gossip that I normally completely ignore. Admittedly, I have used my newfound knowledge to answer a question at our weekly trivia night. Good form, Bella Thorne.

  • I just started listening to Ampersand, from Poets & Writers, like two weeks ago, because every podcast went on a season break or Christmas vacation and I needed to research something for my >8-hour drive to Encinitas this week. If you think Public Radio Voice is the most soothing sound on the airwaves, try Editor of a Poetry Magazine Voice.

The Three Most Memorable 2017 Episodes of Podcasts I Have Been Listening to Since At Least 2016

  • The good folks of NPR’s Code Switch podcast did a tremendous four-episode story on a public high school for black boys in Washington, DC. I was riveted, and would listen to a podcast exclusively devoted to Ron Brown forever. If you follow that link, scroll down to the episode from October 18, and listen to the three that follow, as well. Gene Demby and Shereen Marisol Maraji (Code Switch’s home team) follow along with Cory Turner and Kavitha Cardoza’s impressive reporting, then ask some questions of their own. Genius, genius, genius.

  • I really struggled to decide which episode of my all-time favorite podcast Call Your Girlfriend to recommend to you. I have been listening every Friday since early 2015 (which is wild) and truly feel like Aminatou and Ann are part of how I process the world. Their January 27 episode, entitled “Executive Disorder” covers the inauguration weekend and the marches that took place around the nation and world. Ann’s recordings from women and girls at the DC march were just the mix of rage, defiance, hope, and puns that that week called for. Their acknowledgement of white women’s horrific complicity in Trump’s election carries on throughout the whole year, and helps me figure out how to get to work.

  • Jenna Wortham and Wesley Morris of the New York Times host a podcast called Still Processing. I love what they do, in principle, because they commit to not making definitive claims about whether something is “good” or “bad”—a few obvious things excepted, like racism—but rather inviting the listener into the conversation where they process what they’ve experienced and wonder aloud about its significance. I think my favorite episode from this year is from May 11, in observance of the 5th anniversary of Whitney Houston’s death—the episode is called “We Will Always Love You, Whitney Houston.” I listened to this episode early in the morning on the freeway and it set me up for the most #blessed day. You deserve to experience these key changes.

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Okay, so I don’t really see movies or watch TV very much at all, so this might turn out to be a very disappointing section.

The Four Things I Watched On Screens in 2017, Which I Would Recommend

  • I am late to every party, as we all know, and so I began to trek through Madam Secretary on Netflix in 2017. I did not quite make it through seasons 1-3 in time to watch the current season live on TV, so I will now have to wait until that’s available to stream in full somewhere. Perhaps I’ll recommend it to you in 2019 or something. In any case, I thoroughly enjoyed these 66 episodes (which I really cannot believe I made time to watch, when I put it like that). Sometimes it felt icky because it was far too similar to a real scenario (sometimes because it was based on true events, sometimes because life imitates art, and terrorism imitates terrorism). Mostly, I love Elizabeth and Henry’s marriage. Their teen/young adult kids are very good at behaving age-appropriately. The plotlines got super complicated and I would always sound like a conspiracy theorist when I’d try to catch up Jonathan on the several episodes I’d watched without him (don’t worry, he did not care about any of it).
  • The only thing I look forward to watching every week, I am not kidding, is the Holiday Baking Championship on the Food Network. The season finale is on tonight, and you can imagine my excitement. OBVIOUSLY it is not as good as the Great British Baking Show, because nothing is. But if you like baked goods and hot messes and mostly kindness, you will like the Holiday Baking Championship. They also do like a Spring edition and perhaps there was a Halloween one (but we all know I am a Halloween grinch) and I don’t watch those. Holiday cheer or bust!
  • We actually saw a few movies this year, because Jonathan likes movies and therefore encourages me to like movies. However, I needed no encouragement to continue on the beautiful journey that is the Fast and Furious franchise. I have been a devotee of these films since their debut in 2001, which amazes even me. The eighth installment, Fate of the Furious, came out in May 2017, and ushered us into summer blockbuster season with a literal bang. Why do I love these movies? They are full of explosions and murder and other things I normally shy away from. The answer, obviously, is just one word: family.
  • Right at the end of 2017, we saw the sweetest movie ever made, Coco. If you haven’t seen it, add it to your goals for 2018 and then do it immediately and then be so pleased with how quickly you achieved something. I intend to intend (you’re welcome) to watch Coco every year, to be continually reminded of the communion of saints. Dia de los Muertos and the celebration of the feast of All Saints happens on October 31 and November 1, and I am already looking forward to next year’s celebration. That being said, seeing Coco on December 15, 2017 was fairly bittersweet for me. On December 16, 2016, my 29-year-old college friend ReShai died of complications from his chronic kidney disease. On December 16, 2017, my best friend’s 24-year-old brother died of pneumonia. Our loved ones leave us, and no platitude can change that. Truly grieving and remember those who have died can help us to celebrate life while we have it. We are made of those who came before us, and we will one day be the remembered. Honoring that truth is an immense task for a children’s film, and I’m grateful to Pixar for going for it, helping everyone who sees it to remember.

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It really shouldn’t be number 16 on this list, because it is number one my heart (lol lol lol) but this year, Jonathan and I got married! If that’s not something to celebrate, we are officially the worst at knowing what to celebrate. It was an incredibly joyous occasion, and everything was perfect. When my best friend Kelsey married Andrew in 2012, I remember her saying that it was the best party she’d ever been to, and that that should be my eventual goal. That was very sound advice (I was still more than a year away from meeting Jonathan when she said that, for what that’s worth) and we definitely achieved it. One of the ways we achieved it was by stretching the party out for nearly a week, gathering our wedding party together days in advance. We laughed, we went to the beach, we ate, we bowled, and we put together last minute things for the hotel welcome bags, probably. I could not ask for a more wonderful husband, or a more wonderful group of people to launch us into this new way of life together. And look how pretty we are:

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This is it! The 17th thing of 2017! I set out with absolutely no intention (as you can tell from the first sentences) around this post, and I am about to close it in a fairly orderly fashion, and supremely on-brand.

“When you face a politics that aspires to make you fearful, alienated, and isolated, joy is a fine initial act of insurrection.”
- Rebecca Solnit, Hope in the Dark: Untold Histories, Wild Possibilities

The 17th best thing (not like the 17th-best, but just the 17th thing on this list of best things) of 2017 was joy. My mother’s favorite hymn is Joy to the World, and she will request to sing it even when it isn’t Christmas, thankyouverymuch, because joy is not relegated to any season. But it is almost Christmas, and so tidings of comfort and joy actually are all around. (You are so, so welcome for that terrible sentence of allusions.)

Joy is not the same as happiness, though of course they can overlap. Joy is a deep feeling of wholeness, wellness, truth, beauty, peace, goodness...there’s no sentiment quite like it.

Don’t misunderstand me, dear ones: 2017 was a year of unspeakable horror around the world. The President of the United States is a serial predator, and a budding autocrat, and our liberties are being wrenched from us minute by minute. Not only that, but regular terrible things continued to happen; jobs were lost, loved ones died, wars were fought, hearts were broken. And, for many of us, it was ALSO full of joy. We had weddings, and we had babies, and we had good work, and we cooked good food, and we learned things, and we achieved things, and one of the hardest parts about 2017 has been reconciling these simultaneous truths.

So I go back to these words from Rebecca Solnit again and again (they’re my pinned tweet, even). She wrote them more than a decade ago, about a different geopolitical reality. And that’s how true they are. There will never be a year or country where joy should not be sought, and where joy will not be necessary. We cannot give in to despair if we have any hope of surviving and thriving.

If joy does not come easily to you, it would increase my joy to share it with you. Because what I wish for you, dear ones—in 2018 and always—is that sweet, beautiful, soul-saving joy:

From the movie "The Preachers Wife"