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Rt Rev Dr Helen-Ann Hartley: Gold Rings and Fine Clothes

Trinity 15
9 September 2018
10.30 Sung Eucharist
 Rt Rev Dr Helen-Ann Hartley, Bishop of Ripon

Mark 7.24-end

James 2,1-10, 14-17

‘My brothers and sisters, do you with your acts of favouritism really believe in our glorious Lord Jesus Christ?  For if a person with gold rings and in fine clothes comes into your assembly, and if a poor person in dirty clothes also comes in, and if you take notice of the one wearing the fine clothes and say, ‘have a seat here, please’, while to the one who is poor you say, ‘Stand there’, or ‘Sit at my feet’, have you now made distinctions among yourselves, and become judges with evil thoughts?’

‘Gold rings and fine clothes’ – challenging words for any bishop it might seem; and rightly so!

There is a strong case to be made for letting both our readings this morning speak for themselves!  Both these words from the letter of James and our Gospel reading reflect the theme of what sort of character we need to have in order to be a disciple.  It’s an invitation to each of us perhaps to stand in front of the mirror and ask ourselves the question, ‘do you like what you see’ and even more challenging, ‘do you think God likes what God sees in you?’!

Last weekend, I received the news from New Zealand of the death of a retired Archdeacon in the Diocese where I was Bishop.  A Maori priest, Archdeacon Tiki Raumati was a force to be reckoned with.  He was not an easy man to listen to, or indeed to encounter.  In an email I send to the Archbishop of New Zealand yesterday I remarked that my own relationship with Tiki reflected something of the complexity I often felt being a white, foreign woman in leadership.  It’s very difficult for me to convey to you an understanding of what that means, but suffice to say that there was a break-through when Tiki allowed me to sit on the front row during the welcome ceremony on a marae before an ordination took place.  Women you see are not usually allowed to sit on the front row on a marae (a Maori meeting ground), but in church contexts, protocol demands that women in leadership roles must be afforded equal status with their male counterparts.  Tiki put up a fight on that point, but he had to concede defeat.  I sat on the front row, and we stared one another down.  But I also said in my email to the Archbishop: Tiki was a robust and challenging speaker, never afraid to speak truth to power and to lay bare the ravages of a colonial history that had inflicted great harm upon Maori.  He also stood for a deep sense of reconciliation however, a reconciliation that was not about simply covering over the cracks, but forcing them open so that the deeper layers of our common humanity could be exposed.  For that, I in a small way, give thanks and rightly acknowledge a life of faith lived in love and service of his people.  May he rest in peace, and rise in glory.  Now, Tiki wasn’t Jesus, and I am not the Syro-Phoenician woman, however both then as now there is room for challenge and new learning in any relationship, whether brief or long-standing.

All of us have our weak points; things that can trigger our emotions.  Jesus knew that (he even perhaps knew that with regard to himself as our Gospel suggests), and as did the author of this letter of James.  Nicholas King, a former colleague of mine who has wonderfully translated the New Testament, writes that ‘it is impossible to recreate with any confidence the original purpose of this letter, but many scholars think that its author may have been that ‘James, the brother of the Lord,’ who became such an important figure in the early Church, and who was martyred in AD 61.  If this was so, it may be that somebody else subsequently revised the letter…For our author, religion is more than just sitting in church; it needs to be tested by what happens in real life, the link between what we claim and what we do.  That includes restraint in what we say (Donald Trump and other politicians take note!), a distance from ‘the world’ and difficult things like showing love for the marginalised and the poor.’

Irish writer Padraig O Tuama observes that in Mark’s Gospel there isn’t a detailed story of the temptation in the desert, however there is a story of repentance.  He comments that ‘this short text is a test for how we will read the Gospels.  I have heard (he writes) people say that he was calling her a little dog, and that little dogs are possibly puppies, and that puppies are cute, so that he was either complimenting her or clearly joking.  This is unlikely.’  The woman has courage; she responds, and because of what she says, Jesus changes his mind.  No one else in the entirety of the Gospels has such an impact on Jesus.  To be open to changing our mind is perhaps the most challenging thing we might face in our lives; changing our mind, changing our direction…this is perhaps a challenge of you in this time of interregnum and discernment as to who God might be calling to be your new Rector?  Are you up for a challenge?

That is after all, the whole point of being a disciple; it is why we are here is it not?  As our character is forged over time, we have edges that are knocked off, rough bits that are made smooth; arrogance that is perhaps transformed by humility.  Jesus invites us to have a relationship with him, a personal encounter that ought to be front and centre of every part of our day, except it so often isn’t!  And I wonder if what keeps us back sometimes is fear?  I watched a YouTube talk recently by Eve Poole who is the 3rd Church Estate’s Commissioner; she lectures and writes on the topic of ‘leadersmithing’, because, she suggests leadership sounds a bit static; to think of leadersmithing suggests that we are crafted over time.  Imagine that?  We are all works in progress, regardless of our age.  She quotes from the 2001 film ‘The Princess Diaries’ that ‘courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something else is more important than fear.’

Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something else is more important than fear.  That something else, I suggest to you, is love.  Love of God for us, love of self, and love of neighbour.  The outworking of faith, however we manifest that in our lives always leads back to love.  That isn’t a naïve love, it is a love grounded in capacity to challenge and to be challenged.  That’s what I remember in my relationship with Archdeacon Tiki.  It wasn’t easy, and I dare say it is only now that see its true value.  Some things we cannot comprehend but must leave to an eternity that lies beyond our understanding.  But we know and trust in God who can do so much with our lives, yes even our lives.

Thanks be to God.