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553 Miles North, 8 Hours 45 Minutes From This Address: St. Paul to Ferguson

Advent 1B, 2014
I have spent days, and if I am to be honest, weeks and months, wondering what I can say.  What I can offer as a white woman living in Minneapolis, serving a largely white congregation?  There are hints of a conversation around the edges, as we quietly discuss the need for our community to have conversations around the issues of race, of privilege, of class.  To discuss what it means to be St. Clement’s, a church in the midst of a gentrified neighborhood, on the edge of the African American community that was carved apart by a highway to ease the movement of suburbanites into the city centers.  
What can I say? I’m not from here, nor have I been here very long.  The temptation is to remain silent.  But then I hear from friends with black and brown bodies--friends immersed in community organizing, friends who get deeply and most profoundly what it means to be black in America, because they ARE black in America.  They insist upon the importance of people who look like us be…

The Fugitive

The readings for Proper 28 can be found here
The Fugitive
Last week, a congregant pointed out the tension between the words we traditionally end the proclamation of the Gospel with “Praise to you Lord Christ” and the truth that sometimes, the last thing we want to do is give thanks for the words we have heard.  
And, this week, like last, I could almost hear the hesitation in the response of praise.  As, once again, we hear a parable where an allegorical interpretation would seem to run counter to what we know and understand of a God of mercy and abundance.  In fact, if we take this parable allegorically, it runs counter to what Jesus himself has shared with us in the Gospel of Matthew about the nature of God and our calling to serve.
So, today I offer, from the Gospel of Matthewsome reminders...
“Blessed are the poor, those who mourn, those who are meek, those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, the merciful, the pure in heart, the peacemakers, the persecuted, and the reviled” (Mt 5:…

Proper 27A, St. Clement’s, "Beam Me Up Scotty"

(The scripture can be found here)
Beam Me Up ScottyA Sermon on Matthew 25:1-13
When I was little, my family would spend a week each year hiking and camping in Haleakala National Park.  My dad would carry a week’s worth of canned goods and bisquick in a world war II pack board, my mom laden with sleeping bags.  Haleakala, is the Hawaiian name for the volcano that formed the island of Maui.  It means “house of the sun” and when you look up at the crater from the valley below, it quite literally looks as if the sun is setting within the bowl of the caldera.  And, when you drive up the curving road traversing this dormant volcano’s side, you pass through the ring of clouds that so frequently encircle the peak--the chill dampness permeating until you reach the dryness of the air above the clouds.
There is an expansiveness to the landscape there.  From the crater’s rim you can look out and over the valley where the majority of those who live on Maui dwell, when you walk down the sliding sands …