The Power of Love

Theologian and icon of the 80’s Huey Lewis once eloquently stated: “The power of love is a curious thing.” I can’t help but agree with this sage wisdom—even when the sage is wearing cheesy suits and sunglasses.

Yesterday, my mother had to let one of her doggos cross the rainbow bridge. He’s been in terrible pain for years; he could hardly eat, he didn’t want to walk anymore, and he was tired. It was time. I went to mom’s to be supportive, you know, like a good son. I watched as she said goodbye and then I stayed in the room when they administered the final dose—I didn’t want her to have to watch that. After he was sedated, he wouldn’t know we were there. Yet, still, I stayed.

Here's the interesting thing about love: For the first time in six years, I truly cried. I don’t mean the single tear or choked-up cry, I mean the “Oh God I hope no one sees this and what is that sound type of crying. I helped the doctor take Jake out to the car, called mom back into the room. He was her first dog, meaning that he was the first one she’d raised on her own. Yet, in that moment, I found myself being a human and not a priest.  She held me as I ‘supported’ her.

I don’t know if it was a culmination of years’ worth of pain and bottled emotions. I don’t know why. But the dam broke and the water sluiced out. The power of love for a creature so innocent, so pure, overwhelmed me as I watched him go to his resting place, as I held his paw while he died.

Jesus was a human innocent of crime. He was innocent of sin. He was pure of heart, mind, and soul. And humanity watched as he died. Most of them didn’t hold his hand or stand at his feet in solidarity; they mocked him, and he died for the sins of the world that shouted slurs and curses while he did it. They watched as he was taken away and no one shed a tear.

I will continue to cry for animals—I’m a dog person. When people die, it’s less of a crying grief and more of a missing—yet grateful—heart that I possess in their passing. That grief is holy and wonderful on both accounts, for it is the price we pay for love. It’s the price Jesus paid. And thanks be to God for that.

This is the power of love. A love that desires us so deeply as to warrant every breath it has, even until the last. Christ’s death and remembrance of it should evoke the kind of tears I had for Jake yesterday; some years it does. Yet, I know the power of that love versus the power of the love I hold for an animal is heavily tilted toward God. I don’t cry in remembrance of Christ because he hasn’t gone anywhere, not really. He is with us, he remains steadfast in his mission to spread God’s word through us, now. We are his legacy, we are his body, we are his living testimony…

To the real power of love.

Faithfully,

Fr. Sean+

The Judas Mentality

We weren’t created to suffer. I know that might come as a shock to some of you given the chaotic last…few centuries...but it’s true. Being created in the imago Dei, our lives were and continue to be intended to reflect the likeness and love of God. God’s perichoresis—the divine dance between the three persons of the Trinity—is a heavenly waltz of pure and unfiltered love for each person involved, while also existing ‘of one being’. God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit are the three persons in one whom share this eternal and ineffable love for each other; inseparable yet distinct persons, eternally bound together in unity and Godly love. Humanity was made as a direct reflection of that love. We were created to be with one another, not to be siloed and autonomous singularities. We need each other to thrive. We need one another to better understand ourselves. We need our neighbors to show us their created beauty and to reflect ours back to us. We weren’t created to suffer.

We were created to love.

Why the theological exposition? Because we give up the dumbest things during Lent for no damned reason at all, except to exact self-suffering. Think about it: Does giving up chocolate or social media point to the glory of God? Unless you’re addicted to either of those things, the answer is a resounding ‘NO’. Furthermore, if you are an addict, then quite frankly you shouldn’t be partaking in them anyway. Living a sacrificial life means giving up those things that place a boundary between us and God; living a sacramental life doesn’t mean abstaining from the cup at the altar when you’ve given up booze for Lent! Put plainly: MNM’s aren’t what’s stopping you from falling deeper in love with God. Hatred, division, self-righteousness? Those are the tools used to build a wall between us and our creator.

If Lent is about preparation and introspection, then let it be so. Perhaps giving up takes on new meaning when considering the ‘why’ behind it. Have you held a grudge against your enemy? Give it up. Don’t let anger live rent-free in your heart. Have you sought solace in earthly activities rather than seeking understanding and grace from God? Give them up. Have you allowed your time to be monopolized and manipulated to the extent that you no longer regularly pray or attend worship? Give that time up. What we give up to God we receive back as holy. If we give our time, our concerns, and/or our hopes to God, what we get in return is beyond anything we could possibly have done ourselves. We weren’t meant to give up the things that make us happy to please God—not if they’re within reason. No, we were meant to give up ourselves, our souls and bodies, to be reasonable, holy, and living sacrifices to God. That means our time, our love, our essence. Not Cheetos or Scotch.

These next forty-six days (yes, even Sundays *gasp*), I implore you to give up the things separating you from the person next to you. Give up your hatred. Give up your grudges. Give up your divisive actions. Give up your need to be right rather than in relationship. Give up your time for someone who needs you. Give up a dollar or two to the woman on the corner holding a cardboard sign. Give up the Judas mentality that we can overcome regimes and replace them and, instead, recognize that this world isn’t ours to save. That’s already been done by Jesus Christ. This world is ours to live in with as much dignity and respect for one another that we can muster. But even above that, to do so with love in our hearts for every. Single. Human. Alive. No exceptions.

We weren’t created to suffer. We might from time to time, but that’s life in an imperfect world. We were created to be the harbingers of joy, faith, hope, and love; to be the hands and feet of Christ. This year, instead of giving up something meaningless, why not try something new? This year let’s face each other with determined hearts and pray to God to help us see each other as beloved creations. Let’s sit with someone different than us and learn their story rather than shout our own. Let’s not walk away from our neighbor, let’s walk toward them. Maybe this year is the year we can stop giving up something random and start a new practice.

Never giving up on each other.

Faithfully,

The Rev. Sean A. Ekberg

Tell Me About Your Church

What do you say if people ask, “What’s your church like?” This question recently popped up as a topic of conversation between someone else and me. They were telling me about this influencer who was completely turned off and tuned out of church because of the way the preacher and the people talked about it. The influencer would ask them—particularly the preacher—about church and their answers would hover around the same topics. “We have ‘x’ amount of people every Sunday.” “Our budget is ‘x’ amount.” The influencer was immediately disinterested.
 
I gotta admit…I would be, too.
 
After the conversation, I went on with my day. Yet, throughout the past few days, I keep circling back to it. I keep wondering if I’m guilty of those answers; perhaps not so much to inquiring lay persons, but what about to my colleagues? And why? So, I bought a ticket and boarded the crazy train taking off in my mind. As I thought about memories flashing by, I realized that I’m answering in these ways, too, at certain points. Why? Who cares? But thankfully, at least some of the glimpses I caught were answers I can appreciate.
 
“Tell me about your church”, one person asked. I remember saying, “They’re great. The people there remember a time when they were many and mighty and some of them keep trying to get back to that, but for the most part? They’re ‘in it’. We have this guy, Roger. He’s not the best cook in the world…at all. But he stepped up and started leading our men’s group recently. I have to tell you; they’re doing extraordinary things. Recently, they have cooked on many occasions for a needy group of teenagers outside the church. He didn’t know how to grill, but he relies on the guys around him to pick up the slack on his growing edges. He’s doing a fantastic job!”
 
I cherish this memory because it talks about one of my people. So, I started remembering more…
 
“We have a young woman, Regan Crider, who is studying for her Masters in Archeology? They made up a program for her, basically, because she’s such a smarty pants.”
 
“One of our kids-grown-to-adults, Kayla Cunningham, is going to school in college now; she recently took over the acolyte master position at church. From her being one of two acolytes to managing over six? It’s amazing!”
 
“I have an octogenarian who does more work planning, ironing, cleaning linens, and telling me what to do (I laughed) that I don’t know how she does it. In one of the latter seasons of her life, she’s still doing ministry like its summer. Must be something with the name ‘June’.

"Two of our youth fell in love--when they became adults--and now have a daughter. We're seeing the next generation of kids from some of our 'kids'."
 
There are so many more stories about people, about your lives, that I care to share than there are about our bottom line or how many posteriors reside in pews. Now, when someone asks me about our church, I’ll be ready. I’m not going to talk about projects and ministries as abstract notions. I’m going to tell people that Paula, Nancy, and their team are helping needy teachers. I’m going to gush over my buddy Fr. Dion and his mentorship of future priests and deacons. I’m going to tell your stories because they inspire me.
  
“Tell me about your church.”
 
They inspire me and I’m just trying to keep up.
 
Faithfully,
 
Fr. Sean+

Thanskgiving

Thanksgiving as a holiday is undoubtedly in my top three. I love the cooking, the preparation; I love the invitation and the sounds of laughter around the table. I love the sheepish smiles of first-time attenders; I love the sense of security emanating from those who knew they had this place to gather all along. From the pilgrims traveling hundreds of miles to the weary living right next door, this day, this Thanksgiving Day, the table is open to all.

Be thankful.

Be thankful for those who show up instead of being angry at those with other plans.

Be thankful for those who love you instead of chasing down and arguing with those who don’t.

Be thankful for the community you have instead of criticizing its shortcomings.

Be thankful for the joy surrounding you rather than being heartbroken by the myriad chaos and sorrow.

Be thankful that you have a place at this table rather than wondering if your neighbor deserves to be there.

Be thankful for a smile from a stranger instead of being afraid of what it might mean.

Be thankful for people who hold doors for you rather than being prideful that you can do it yourself.

Be thankful for the good you see in the world; the bad will find you on its own.

Be thankful for the blessings God bestows instead of continuously asking for more.

Be thankful that you don’t have to live this life in isolation; you have at least one person who loves you and that’s enough.

Be thankful for God: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit upon whom we live and move and have our being; rather than relying on yourself to work things out.

There may be worries that live rent-free in our heads but we cannot forget the grace that lives cost-free in our hearts. Grace perfects, it does not destroy, as Dr. Anthony Baker says. Be perfected in grace, humbled with thanks, and let every day be a thanksgiving to God.

All are always welcome at this table.

Faithfully,

Fr. Sean+

Shame? Please make it stop.

One of my favorite songs by the Avett Brothers is a song called “Shame”. The chorus is as follows:
 
Shame. Boatloads of Shame.
Day after Day. More of the same.
Blame. Please lift it off.
Please take it off. Please make it stop.
 
I’ve always thought this is a great way for me to express how I feel during communion and/or the confession. And during some sermons. As someone who recently preached what some of you have referred to as ‘shaming’, I am sensitive to your plight. When words shame instead of convict, I have missed the mark. While my intention isn’t perceived in the way in which I desired, I apologize. However, I will also state that I am not responsible for your reality. I can’t be. Nor am I responsible for the way in which you hear the words I say.
 
I prayerfully approach each Sunday. When it’s my turn to preach, watch closely: I always pray and bow my head before asking you to sit. “Thy words not my words; thy will not my will.” That’s seriously the prayer I pray. Every. Single. Time. I happen to be human, too, however. Unfortunate, I know. So, sometimes the sermon may miss it’s intended destination and unravel for some of you—devolving into boatloads of shame. I wonder at that—as, again, I cannot be responsible for your thoughts but I do have to be accountable for the words I speak.
 
This leads me to my point, especially today. There are joyous Americans today. There are hurting Americans today. They both reside in this beloved community. I know better than to wag my finger and tell everyone that we should all just sing a campfire song and move on. Elections have power just like words do. So, as someone who regularly offends people by words, or even sometimes unintentionally shames them, allow me the opportunity to say this:
 
You are loved. Period. For some, you know this. The sun came up, the candidate won, and life goes on. For others, the world seems darker and the words fail to escape lips that want to scream. For me, I care about both. I hope you do, too. St. Augustine wrote a great prayer many centuries ago and in it there are three phrases I hope we can really pray together today:
 
“Soothe the suffering; pity the afflicted; shield the joyous.”
 
Nothing I ever say from that pulpit is meant to ever shame you. Or target you. Or make you feel lesser. I hope, that in my fallible nature, you know that I deeply care for each of you. Likewise, I hope you will care for each other in the weeks to come. No eye rolling and flippant dismissals please. No, “They did it to us, first” or “Well, now it’s our turn” mentalities. No "They hate me and are hateful people" words. Those types of statements divide, they do not heal. If we buy into the narrative of vindictive statements, we are not the people of God. We're the people of falsehood. I care about each of you and will pray for grace--for all people. I will respect the dignity of every person loving my neighbor as myself. I will spread the news of Jesus Christ by word and example. I will pray without ceasing. We will pray for the President, the Governor and the Mayor just like we always do. We will continue to pray for the lost, the lonely and the left out. We will pray for unity and peace. We will pray hard in thanks. We will pray hard during our hardship. We will pray for each other. We will pray. And we will do so without shame because being prayerful and loving people is who we’re called to be. Take some time if you're hurting. Take some time if you're celebrating. But at each end of that spectrum, take some time to remember that the people in this community love you, regardless of affiliation. There is no room for shame or blame here, only grace and hope.
 
Shame? Please make it stop. That includes me. I love you. Shamelessly.
 
Faithfully,
 
Fr. Sean+

The Mantle of Praise

The catastrophic storms occurring on the east coast and gulf shores are nothing short of annihilation incarnate. Hearing from a clergy person in North Carolina, the devastation to their churches is manifold; it took a week just to account for every clergy person in the diocese. They still haven’t been able to locate all their parishioners. The death toll rises with the water from Helene and now Milton seeks to show its worth, namely in being one of the largest storms in recorded history. Moment after moment stacks up to resemble a mimicry of Job’s trials on an entire population.
 
How long O Lord might be the mantra of some, yet I imagine the faithful are—while not smiling—waking with faith as their guide. God doesn’t cause hurricanes, God doesn’t kill our friends, and God won’t ever abandon us. No matter how much it may feel like those may be the case given the current circumstances…
 
It is in these times, walking in the valley of the shadow of death, that we need reminding of the call to fear no evil. We must remember that God is with us, whether that be beside still waters or raging currents. The torrential downpour of natural disaster replicates inside us as our hearts grieve the loss of life and dreams. Of friends and family. Of better days. Disaster strikes in blitzkrieg form as lightning touches the earth and singes our surroundings, yet our souls remain untarnished due to the divine spark provided by our and nature’s creator. That life-giving energy sustains us and shields us allowing joy to be sought in the storm.
 
I do not know if life has always been this difficult. Perhaps as I age, I see more clearly rather than through a glass darkly. But it doesn’t matter. This is the life we live, here, today. It is the gift given to us by God who continues override nature’s currents with His own deluge of grace. We just have to see it; we must be willing to cry out in the wilderness of our momentary desperation with the words of praise and request for respite rather than the curses of faithlessness.
 
Keep praying. Pray for the families affected by the storms. Pray for those here at home affected by loss. Pray for the caregiver who needs care themselves. Pray for the lonely who search every day for a kind word or a gentle touch. Pray for the bereaved. Pray for the Church to be the Church and then remember that you—and I—are part of it. We pray. Then we act.
 
Call someone today; you never know when phones won’t work anymore. Text someone a word of encouragement; you never know when you’ll have the chance to again. Write a letter that someone can keep forever; our time is also limited. Open your lips, let your mouth proclaim God’s praise, and be the heralds of faith and fortitude rather than the harbingers of woe and pity. We must stand mighty in this stormy season my friends, whether those be the storms miles away or the ones churning in our own hearts. For God is with us.
 
God is with us.
 
Faithfully,
 
Fr. Sean+

An Open Letter to Mr. Ryan Walters

An open letter to Mr. Ryan Walters and those in positions of authority:

Mr. Walters, et al.,

Recently the decision was implemented that the Bible be an instituted piece of curriculum within the Oklahoma school systems, statewide. In your direct words,

“It’s crystal clear to us that in the Oklahoma academic standards under Title 70 on multiple occasions, the Bible is a necessary historical document to teach our kids about the history of this country, to have a complete understanding of Western civilization, to have an understanding of the basis of our legal system,” Walters said.

While you most certainly will not read this, I still feel the impetus to address your comments, one by one, and disabuse you and yours of the inherent flaws of thought evinced by your decision. First, let us begin with your statement above. If you truly believe that the Bible is simply an historical document deemed to be utilized as a secular teaching tool, then I have to point to the blatant heresy in your words. The Bible is, without equivocation, the divine working of God made manifest in writings through God’s disciples and prophets throughout the ages. Whittling down the intent of holy scripture to the base of being ‘historically accurate information’ is akin to stating that the Bible is simply another history book without further meaning.

You cannot possibly, as you espouse your Christianity, believe that to be true. As a Christian, I assume that holy scripture has meaning in your life and allows you to perceive the world through the lens of faith that Scripture helps support. So, stating that the Bible is only necessary for explaining “a complete understanding of Western civilization, to have an understanding of the basis of our legal system,” is a direct undermining of historians everywhere who have painstakingly taken the time to curate world history, and American history, and reducing that work to be inadequate. I am the proud possessor of three college degrees, Mr. Walters. I was educated in a poor public school system by teachers who did their best with the materials provided—not once did they attempt to utilize the Bible as an historical document.

Do you know why that is?

Because it’s not.

There are no dates provided with specificity to allow children to grasp an historical timeline within which said events took place. At best, there are general eras indicated. Now, if you would like to employ theologians of all stripes to explain and elucidate the timelines of the Bible, I would readily agree that that would be immeasurably better than allowing someone without the proper training and education to do so. Put another way: Would you allow someone with an English degree to teach Mathematics? Would someone with a history degree be qualified to teach Spanish? No, no they would not. Their esoteric knowledge is what makes them irreplaceable conduits for education in their fields. They are literally the experts. So, having someone teach the Bible in courses without proper background education is akin to allowing someone who stayed at a Holiday Inn Express operate on someone who is actively in need of a heart transplant.

The next statement you made in reference to the ruling made in favor of St. Isolde’s:

“What the court did was rule against the parents of Oklahoma who have demanded more choices for their kids. We have a great opportunity to make sure that parents have the most options of any parents in the country here in Oklahoma, by giving them the ability to go to a public school, charter schools, private schools, this would have been the most unique charter school in the country,” Walters said.  

Mr. Walters, you have contradicted yourself, here. If parents are being wronged by one school teaching a particular tenet of Christianity within their walls, then aren’t they also being wronged by the inability to have multiple sources of what you call ‘historical documents’ made available? For instance, the Quran? The Talmud? The Amduat? All of these texts have important places in the history of the world, and yes, even the history of the United States. Yet, the Bible is that which you have chosen. How does this allow for an equitable glance at a fundamental understanding of Western Civilization? Would not knowing that from which the Pilgrims fled, that from which Christianity departs, be necessary to understand how the current America operates and holds its ethos? That assumes also that this country is founded upon Christian ideals—a fact that can easily be disputed when considering Thomas Jefferson was a Unitarian. Would not these other instances of ‘historical documents’ then be necessary to parse out the ‘why and how’ of the evolution this country how it has experienced said evolution over the last three hundred years?

I am also dismayed at the notion that the Ten Commandments be posted and taught in the classroom. These are tenets of faith, not historicity, and as such are beyond the scope of the separation of Church and State. Actively applying the ten commandments to children’s daily learning is swerving into a lane, again, of theology and not civic instruction. And, if I am being completely honest, none of us are able to live into the decalogue without the grace of God. So, how exactly do those commandments play into the teaching regimen necessary to instruct children of the history and goings-on of a nascent country departing from a monarchy and attempting to establish itself as a democracy?

Because, Mr. Walters, America is a democracy. We are not a theocratic nation. Therefore, if you want to teach holy scripture, the ten commandments, or any other type of faith-based material, then you would have to allow ministers and priests with Masters of Divinity or, in the least, a degree from a bible college, to do so. We are the only ones qualified—per the requirements you place on other teachers of varying subjects—to instruct children in the ways of the subject matter. Thus, you turn a democratic history into a present theocracy.

Mr. Walters, your decision is heretical, underhanded, and pandering to a base of people who don’t really want the Bible taught in schools. Why? Because people belong to different denominations within Christianity and we don’t all agree on everything. Therefore, I urge you with my entire soul, to recant your unilateral decision to sway and indoctrinate the minds of young people with a one-sided view of Christianity. Doing this will only result in more hatred of other religions, denominations within Christianity, and push people further away from considering a faith-based community.

Stay in your lane, Mr. Walters. Leave theological teaching to those who earned the right to do so.

Faithfully,

The Rev. Sean A. Ekberg, MDiv

Episcopal Church of the Resurrection

Oklahoma City, OK

Start Spreadin' the News

I followed a devil-worshiper to work yesterday, a sentence I never thought I’d write. Typically, people put bumper stickers of their kids’ schools, sports, or political ideas on their cars. Or, in some cases, have that ‘coexist’ sticker—commentary forthcoming on that one, later—with all the symbols meshed to make the word. But I can honestly report that I’ve never seen an active disciple of satan cruising down the road.

The white minivan had professionally made decals of a goat’s head and horns set into an upside-down pentagram, all in black, set against the white of the vehicle. Interesting choice. Above that resided another pentagram encircled with reverse arcs on either side. Okay. This woman is really into some pagan stuff. At least, that’s what I thought until she rounded a bend and I saw a full-size depiction of a demon on her van. Again, professionally made. Turns out, at another opposite bend, it was mirrored on the other side.

I couldn’t help myself. I started yelling. Not at her, or anyone for that matter, but at the silence in my truck. I was so angry that someone would place that on their ride for the whole world to see. But more than that? I was sad. How have we come to a place in our society when satan is the choice people are making? I don’t care if this is an outlier—I know there are tons more Christians than satanists in the world--it’s the fact that any exist at all that unnerves me. And lastly: Where did this person readily find the desire to accept the tenets of satan rather than the free gift of Christ’s grace?

Has no one told you the Good News? Do you have kids? Do you love them? If yes, then you can’t be a satanist. Love and satan are diametrically opposed. Do you honestly believe that a lifetime of ‘I do what I want’ on earth is worth an eternity of suffering?

Did the church hurt you that deeply?

Did your parents?

What happened?

I had so many questions. I still do. I haven’t been able to shake the image of that van; it’s living rent-free in my head. I also haven’t been able to reconcile a belief system that eschews love and embraces evil. But mostly? I haven’t been able to take an honest look at my own witness in the world and be content with it.

If people are literally turning to the dark side (here’s to you, Vader), then our work is far from finished. Are we talking to strangers about God? Do we even bring up faith with friends? Are we inviting people into this community—not our community, GOD’s community—and welcoming them as they are? Is the message each Sunday one of love, or is it a constant challenge? An exhausting narrative? I deeply desire one thing, and one thing alone: To spread the Good News of Jesus Christ. If we can do that, discipleship is the byproduct. Vans with satan on the side get parked; faith becomes the vehicle that shows our love and who we serve. We cannot become comfortable in our little bubble. People need the message we have on the tips of our tongues and in the deep recesses of our souls.

Christ has died.

Christ has risen.

Christ will come again.

And all of this was done out of love. Let love be genuine, kindness be our shield, and faith be the driving force behind everything we do. Faith that God isn’t through with us, and that through us, God isn’t done changing hearts and minds everywhere.

Faithfully,

Fr. Sean+

The Power of Welcome

As humans, we seek love and acceptance. That’s a universal truth unparalleled. Regardless of station or caste, people genuinely desire to be around one another—we are social creatures. Christianity’s main tenet is to dive deeply into this ethos, to love one another as Christ loves us. As Christ accepts us. Unfortunately, the church large has been found guilty of failing in this mission from time to time. Now, more than ever, the people ‘out there’ have started to believe that they aren’t welcome at church anymore. They have been told they’re not good enough, they’re too sinful, or the church requires them to be perfect to attend. They’ve been told God is angry. They’ve been warned that they need to ‘be’ a certain way before they set foot on hallowed ground.

Allow me to disabuse everyone of this fallacy.

We live in a world that is constantly gatekeeping. Out there, the cliques that form circles to exclude seek power and authority. In here, within the realm of Christianity, we draw our circles to include. Whether you’ve been here for sixty years, or last Sunday was your first time entering the building, you are welcome.

You are welcome to worship.

You are welcome to help in ministries.

You are welcome to attend bible study.

You are welcome to dress comfortably. Or nicely. Whichever suits you.

You are welcome to be single, married, straight, gay, black, white, latino, female, male, aged or young.

You are welcome to say the Nicene Creed, or wait until you learn what it means.

You are welcome (and encouraged) to sing, or simply stand and enjoy the joyful noise.

You are welcome to share your knowledge or to gain some yourself.

You are welcome to give of your time, talent, and treasure. Or not.

You are welcome to receive grace.

You are welcome to receive communion, regardless of your past.

You are welcome to ask questions.

You are welcome to give answers.

You are welcome to be tattooed.

You are welcome when you’re tired.

You are welcome when you’re hurting.

You are welcome when you’re searching.

You are welcome here.

Welcome home.

Faithfully,

Fr. Sean+

Transformers

Sometime within the last few hours, someone decided to use a small car as a means by which to relocate our power transformer in the back yard of the church. Thankfully, no memorial gardens were harmed during the attempted relocation. The power was out at the church for a few hours so luckily all foodstuffs are still within eating parameters. As for the perpetrator of this ingenious plot, their whereabouts and whoabouts are still unknown. Our cameras will be fitted with backup batteries in the very near future to ensure we can keep them rolling in case of further attempts on immovable objects at the church.
 
Having said all of this, it strikes me how quickly OG+E responded and replaced the issue. For a few hours, the church was without power; we were in the dark and facing potential cancelations of ministries for the day as well as work. But these people, just three guys, came in fast and hard to provide light to a darkened situation. Now, because of their response, the lights are on, the food is flowing, and we can continue on.
 
This got me thinking about how the church operates in the world. We live in some dark moments. People everywhere experience struggles and have no light being shed on their plight. People are hungry. People are sad. People are angry. Their world stops while the outside just keeps humming along. They’re powerless. In many ways, these three wise men of OG+E are an image of what the church does in these situations. We’re able to shed light in dark times, give messages of hope. We can empower the powerless just by showing up and doing what it is we said we'd do in our baptismal vows. Sure, sometimes people misinterpret those messages, and we unintentionally do harm, but even that can be fixed quickly by being active and alert—by showing up and offering to make amends to the situation.
 
The church is powered by a transformer in OKC.
The world is transformed through the power of Christ, and we are the transformer in His name.
 
Don’t let the darkness take you down roads of despair. If you’re feeling powerless, the church community you belong to will lift you into the light. If you’re feeling hurt, your community will be a balm to those wounds. If your priest misspeaks and you feel displaced, know that he’s a pretty loving guy that always wants the chance to make amends and show you love.
 
We were without power in the church for a few hours. We are never without power in the name of Jesus Christ. No matter how dark it gets out there, the light is ever burning in our hearts and we are the lamps to shed that light for others. That’s our job and our response to these hurts must be quick and must be vigilant.
 
Thanks be to God for the power to shed light to those in the darkness; thanks be to this community for being that conduit that can transform lives.
 
Faithfully,
Fr. Sean+