Category Archives: Baptism

Sermon: “Whether we live or whether we die . . .”

St. Stephen’s Episcopal Church, Edina, Minnesota
The Reverend Neil Alan Willard, M.Div.
Proper 19A, September 11, 2011

We do not live to ourselves, and we do not die to ourselves. If we live, we live to the Lord, and if we die, we die to the Lord; so then, whether we live or whether we die, we are the Lord’s. (Romans 14:7-8)

For many of us, those words of Saint Paul in his letter to the Romans bring to mind the opening sentences of the burial liturgy. Perhaps you’ve been to a funeral in this church and heard them spoken by a priest as one of the saints who has died is accompanied on the last part of a pilgrimage — a lifelong journey toward God. Those words remind us that we are the Lord’s possession no matter what happens to us in life or in death. It seems appropriate, therefore, to contemplate that reality on this tenth anniversary of the terrorist attacks that forever changed our life together as Americans.

Do you remember what you were doing ten years ago? People stopped the ordinary activities of daily life to watch the news reports about those awful events. We watched them over and over again. Throughout the country, others were doing the same thing, experiencing the same emotions, and fearing for the safety of family and friends. For weeks churches overflowed with those who needed community and who had promised themselves that the most important things – their loved ones, their neighborhoods, and the grace that binds us together – would thereafter be the main focus of their attention.

As this solemn anniversary drew near, more than a few of us shared a very different kind of experience with friends and strangers. This one was a wonderful, almost magical event. Continue reading

Oh When the Saints Go Marching In

Today in the life of the Church is the Feast of All Saints. It’s a time to remember the countless saints, known and unknown, who now rest in peace and at the last day will rise in glory. It’s also a time to welcome others into the community of faith through the sacrament of Holy Baptism. Last year on All Saints Sunday, I was thinking a lot about my father who had died the previous spring. That was tearful and sorrowful, but there were also tears of joy. At that same celebration, my son was bathed in the font, naked before the world (quite literally), clothed in Christ’s righteousness, and adopted into the household of God. It was a great privilege to be able to drench him with those waters of grace myself. My wife and I will always remember that moment. There will be much to tell our son about what happened on that morning, including the singing of “When the saints go marching in” with a dixieland band. I hope that he’ll want to be in that number, always knowing that he is a beloved child of God . . . together with all the saints. Alleluia, alleluia!

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