solemnly, the priest with his two deacons ascends the steps to the altar
– not just the three
steps that you find in many Episcopal Churches, but more than a hundred
steps up a great pyramid.
And the priest is not wearing a peculiar hat with a pom-pom and several
blades attached to its sides,
but a gorgeous headdress of gold and silver and long multicolored feathers
cascading down his back.
Nor does he wear a long black skirt, or if he happens to be a Canon or
Rural Dean, a skirt with edges
splashed about in scarlet. His chest is bare, painted all over with mystic
symbols and sacred signs.
reaches the top of the pyramid and stands beside the altar while his
strap down on its hard stone surface the young, beautiful
A hush comes
over the crowd. Then the drums begin
to roll, the organ plays and the trumpets
blare forth, as the priest takes
the ornate ceremonial knife, lifts it
far above his head, then plunges it
into the chest of the victim, and with
the other hand reaches in and pulls
out her still beating heart and holds
high for all the people to see.
A great shout of jubilation rises from
the crowd; another victory for
their God, another sacrifice complete.
whatever else you may want to say about it, for dramatic effect
certainly beats what we do here at St. Laurence Church Sunday after
Sunday. Here we seem
content with such simple and ordinary things,
actions with no apparent
significance or real importance; perhaps, if we
dare say it, actions
that even seem a bit monotonous at times – a dash
of water over
a baby’s head, little bits of tasteless
bread, small sips of
wine, a smudge of oil on peoples’ foreheads,
outstretched hands in
blessing or absolution. And
about it. That’s
about all we have to offer. We have no other
tricks up our sleeve.
And we ask ourselves,
is it enough? Don’t we need something more?
Actual childbirth seems much
more thrilling than rebirth at the font, and when I am hungry I go
to a restaurant or to the grocery
store rather than to Communion; if I become ill I am much more likely
to call my doctor than to tell
We are tempted to turn
to our priests and ask them to give us something more dramatic, more
impressive, more important and significant. And, oh, how easily we
priests fall for it. Like everyone
else, we all need to be needed; we need to think that what we do
is really worthwhile. So we search
around for something that can make us feel that we are men among
men, something that our friends
will appreciate, something our families will respect, perhaps even
something that will strike fear into
the hearts of our enemies. We go to the politicians’ platform and
try to become a great orator or
defender of social justice and human rights; we borrow the professor’s
books in the hope of becoming
a great scholar; we envy the psychiatrist’s couch and try to pass
ourselves off as cheap social
workers or psychological counselors. Perhaps we attempt to make a
reputation for ourselves,
following in the footsteps of the carpenter and architect, by building
or repairing lots of churches.
And if all else fails, we can always imitate the local electrician
and always turn on the lights or
adjust the air conditioning.
Now all these things
are perfectly good things for a priest to do – if
he has the time. Paul after all
was a tent maker, and Peter was very involved in the commercial
fishery industry. Yet it was not for
these things that we were ordained, and it should not be for these
that we are paid.
are only three things your priest can do that no one else can do. He
can take those little pieces
of tasteless bread and small sips of wine and turn them into the body and
blood of your God; in
God’s name he can shower divine blessings upon you; and he can
forgive you your sins.
first this sounds great, but when you come to think of it, what are these
things but lunacy at best and sacrilege at worst? With the ancient Jews
want to cry out, “This
is blasphemy; who but God can forgive sins?” And
we ask ourselves,
how dare my priest think that only he can bless us when
our own children
say such a divine blessing before our family meals? And
who but a superstitious
charlatan or deranged magician can possibly think
that he can turn bread
into God‘s body and blood?
We ask our priest:
“Who do you think you are, anyway, a little God, another
And, as hard as it may be to believe and more difficult to
the answer must always be a resounding yes. Your priest is
what we call an Alter
Christus. He is the local embodiment
of the presence of God among
you – an icon, a window into
the court of
heaven, a walking sacrament of Jesus Christ.
Today we are making
Lee Nelson one of these walking sacraments. And I
can tell you right
now that he is not going to do a very good job of it. I know this,
because none of us
do a very good job
of it. The outward sign is smeared
by our sins; the vision is clouded, the
misted over. You areright
to demand much of your priest, but do not expect much in return. He
nothing to give youbut God; nothing to do for you, but give you back
to Him. His task is to place you
upon the hard surface of God’s sacrificial altar, and then lead
you in lifting up your hearts for God
to see. For the world this will seem like not very much, but for us it
is the gate of heaven and the way
into the salvation of our souls.
(The candidate stands.)
Lee Michael Nelson,
today you shall be empowered to do what is not given angels to do,
to offer God to God. Every time you make that offering and stand before
the altar of His sacrifice take all your people with you. Lay them
on your heart and place your heart upon the altar. Some of them will
not be very nice. Some you will not like, and several will probably
like you. It has always seemed to me a good thing to let people know
that right from the beginning of our ministry among them.
Yet, like them or not, you will be their father; care for them. And to
those who are the most
difficult, be the most merciful. Follow the words of St. Bernard of
Clairvaux when he said: ”the merciful are those who are quick
to see truth in their neighbor; they reach out to others in
compassion and identify with them in love, responding to the joys and sorrows
in the lives of others
as if they were their own.”
You are being ordained
on the Feast of St. Bernard. He will be the patron Saint of your priesthood.
Make him a model of your spiritual life. He became embroiled in the
battles of the church, fighting
her enemies both from within and from without, arguing successfully
against the idiosyncrasies of
Peter Abelard and preaching a great crusade against the Turks that
failed miserably. I have no idea
what battles you will be called upon to lead or inspire, or what
personal attacks you will have to
endure, but whatever they are and whether you win or whether you
lose, fight them all for the love
of God and His church and never for yourself.
Bernard was not a fighter
by desire but a man of prayer who desired solitude. He never sought
or preferment and refused several dioceses who wanted to make him
their bishop. Be a man of
prayer; find time for solitude. For only in this way will people
be able to see Christ in you. Above all
say the divine office regularly and faithfully; it will provide
the framework for the rest of your daily
St. Bernard memorized whole books of scripture. Let your prayer be grounded
in scripture. Don't
just read your Bible; don’t just study the scriptures; be immersed
in them. Come to think the way
their authors thought. Be another Jeremiah; pray like the psalmist, have
the mind of St. Paul.
St. Bernard got embroiled in the affairs of the church because he was a
man of obedience. Be
obedient. This is not the same thing as being a yes man, but it does mean
that you must not inflict
upon your people your own private prejudices tastes or preferences, either
pastorally or liturgically.
While you are a curate, obey your rector. If you do not agree with him,
listen to your Bishop. If you
cannot trust your Bishop, go to the wider authority of the whole Catholic
Church, East and West.
But never ever impose upon your people your own opinions or clever ideas.
you are being made an Alter Christus, another Christ. Never
be ashamed of that fact or try to hide it from others. Wear your
wherever you go. Where you
dare not wear your clericals, you should
not go. This means that people
may be surprised to find a priest in
some strange places. When
I was in England, some people used to say,
“Oy, he may be the
local vicar but he still goes to the pubs.” I had to
to them, “I go to the pubs because
I am the local vicar.”
I am amazed at how few priests I ever
see in shops or malls or bars.
I wonder where they hang out? – or
is it that they think priests should
only be recognized in respectable
Of course, there
are times when you will want to wear casual
especially when you are working alone or are with people
know you are a priest, or are on vacation. But
remember that you can
never take a vacation from your priesthood,
that in one way or another,
in one form or another, you are always
God to the people
and the people to God.
The road ahead will
not be easy for you. I can assure you of that.
second reading, St. Paul warns us that there will be many obstacles
Like St. Bernard you will suffer disappointments, frustrations and
There will be times when you will wonder if it is all worth it, times
when you are ready to throw
over the whole
thing as a bad job, when you think that surely there is something more
to do, some place where
your talents will be more appreciated. Lee, when these times come,
Persevere! Never give up! You are being made an Alter Christus.
Allow yourself to be a sacrificial victim.
In the Harry Potter books
the way to the land of wizardry is from platform 9 3/4 at
Kings Cross station.
I can assure you that the author is right when she says that at that station
there is only a brick wall
9 and 10. To the uninitiated, this wall is an impenetrable barrier,
but to those who
are willing to take risks, and if for you no barrier is
impenetrable, that wall and all other obstacles thrown
across your path will be none other than the gate of heaven and the way
into the salvation of your soul.