Sunday, March 30, 2025

Services at Christ Episcopal, Saint Joseph, LA, April 6 - 27, 2025

Services planned for Christ Episcopal for April 6-27, 2025:

--Sunday, April 6, 10am - Deacon Bette, Morning Prayer & Distribution of Communion

--Palm Sunday, April 13, 10am, Morning Prayer

--Good Friday, April 18, to be determined - Deacon Bette

--Easter Sunday & Christening, April 20, 10am, Holy Eucharist, Canon Suzanne Wolfenbarger

--Sunday, April 27, 10am, Morning Prayer


Definitions for prodigal:

1.  Spending money or resources freely and recklessly; wastefully extravagant.

2.  Having or giving something on a lavish scale.




Friday, March 7, 2025

The Rev. Deacon Dr. Bette Kauffman's sermon from Ash Wednesday service March 5, 2025

  Christ Episcopal Service Schedule:

    Sunday March 9th 10am MP

    Sunday March 16th 10am MP

    Sunday March 23rd 10am MP

    Wednesday March 26th 5pm Holy Eucharist with The Rev. David Perkins

    Sunday March 30th 10am MP


 Memento Mori

Christ Episcopal Church, St. Joseph

Year A, Ash Wednesday

Isaiah 58:1-12; 2 Corinthians 5:20b–6:10; Matthew 6:1-6,16-21

 



Keep death daily before your eyes. That’s what St. Benedict said when he established his order many generations ago. It is still a good way to practice the Christian life.

You might recall that 2 years ago, I purchased this hourglass to wear as my memento mori, to wear throughout Lents. It is my reminder that we, and everyone, are going to die.

I’m not sure wearing it only during lent is adequate. Although I have had a good life and think I am not afraid to die, nevertheless I have trouble conceiving of the world without me. But of course it will.

Today, we get ashes on our foreheads, but we only do it once a year. I’m not so sure that is enough. Perhaps keeping our own death daily before our eyes—not just during Lent, but all year long—would indeed rearrange our lives, teach us to make better choices about how we spend our time, and our talent and our money.

Keeping our own death daily before our eyes is also a way of healthy and appropriate letting go of those things that are so destructive to living a full and rich life. How much time will we invest in holding onto a grudge, stubbornly refusing to forgive, beating up ourselves with regret… while contemplating our own death? Not much, I hope.

How about awaking us anew to the value of life itself and to the transient beauty that surrounds us? Like trillium, this most beautiful wildflower that blooms for only a few weeks in the early spring. Now! Go see it now, because by the middle of March it will be gone. Without a trace.

The poet E.B. Browning said it like this:

Earth's crammed with heaven and every common bush afire with God; and only he who sees takes off his shoes. The rest sit around it and pluck blackberries. 

Maybe keeping our own death before us helps us to be joyful, content and attuned to the present, to cherish every moment that we draw breath? To love God for God alone? For no other motive than to love for love’s sake?

Remember, you are going to die.

So consider a Lenten discipline of giving yourself a daily reminder that you are going to die—a memento mori. Make it real. Write about it in a journal, or wear something—maybe a skull pin or pendant, or an hourglass to remind yourself that time is running out.

If you were here Sunday, you heard me say that in writing my sermon, I could not come up with a story about what I’ve done lately to make the world a better place. And I suggested there might be a continuation of that theme today.

I have never been one to “give up” something for Lent. I did grow up attending a Roman Catholic elementary school for a time, and it just never much impressed me that eating fish on Friday and giving up candy did much to transform the behavior of my classmates, much less to make the world a better place.

So I usually try to add a new discipline or spiritual practice to my life during Lent. I can’t do exactly what Jesus did. If I were to go around trying to heal people by spitting in the dirt and making mud, all we’d end up with is people with mud in their eyes!

So we need to look for ways to make the world a better place that in our own time and place and within our capabilities. And this year, I found my thing a couple days ago.

It’s called the 39-Mile Walk Challenge and it is being conducted by the Carter Foundation, which was founded by Jimmy Carter and his wife Roslyn after he left the presidency.

The 39 miles of the challenge comes from the fact that he was our 39th president, but I hasten to add, this is NOT about politics.

It IS about a man who said “faith is an action verb” and he, himself, lived his faith in visible and specific ways. I’m sure you have seen many photos of him building homes through the Habitat for Humanity program well into his 90s.

The Carter Foundation’s motto is, “Waging Peace. Fighting Disease. Building Hope.” It has a record of success and is highly rated as a nonprofit for low overhead costs. Your money goes to the causes the Foundation takes up.

Jesus healed, and so I chose the 39-Mile Challenge Walk as my Lenten discipline this year. I see it as a way for me to follow Jesus and make a difference in the world by raising money for this organization engaged in healing people around the world.

I also chose this challenge because it requires something physical—some action—from me. This Friday is my first scheduled walk. I plan to walk 5 miles out at Black Bayou Lake National Wildlife Refuge. And while I walk, I will pray and reflect and praise God through appreciating the beauty of creation.

Jimmy Carter also said, I have one life and one chance to make it count for something. I’m free to choose that something. … My faith demands that I do whatever I can, wherever I can, whenever I can, for as long as I can.

So that’s what I chose for this Lenten season. You choose what works for you! A million opportunities await.

Today is Ash Wednesday, the day we remind ourselves that we are but dust and to dust we will return. I will close with this reminder from Br. David Vryhof of the Brothers of Saint John the Evangelist:

We receive the mark of ashes on our foreheads, not as a sign of our sanctity but as a sign of our humanness. We kneel in repentance today. The Savior knows the secrets that hide in the hearts of each of us because he created us, redeemed us, and called us by name. It is his love that will make us whole.

 

  In the name of God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit. AMEN.

 

 

 

 

 

Monday, March 3, 2025

The Rev. Deacon Dr. Bette Kauffman homily from March 2, 2025

 

    ...Ash Wednesday 5pm, Mar 5, Distribution of Communion and Imposition of Ashes, The Rev. Deacon B. 


Encountering the Holy

2 March 2025

Christ Episcopal Church

Last Epiphany, Year C

Exodus 34:29-35; 2 Corinthians 3:12-4:2; Luke 9:28-43a


Who could not love Peter in this Gospel story? He is so very human, even child-like, in his offer to build dwellings on the mountain in order to hold on to a glorious moment.

We have all been there. We have all had a moment or two in our lives, moments so perfect and beautiful, that we have yearned to stop time in its tracks.

We call them “mountain-top moments” for good reason. They are typically moments bathed in holy love and holy light, like the one described by Luke, and like Peter, we want to stay in that moment forever.

Artists throughout the ages have represented the transfiguration scene in a variety of ways, but my favorites show the disciples tumbling down the mountain in disarray, sandals flying off their feet. Moses would approve. They are all on holy ground.

Today is the last Sunday after the Epiphany, and we end this holy season of “showing forth” the way we began it…, with a theophany—a human encounter with God. We—and the world in the persons of the Magi—saw the star, followed it to the infant Jesus, and knelt in wonder before God Incarnate.

That was eight weeks ago. Today we are with the disciples on the mountain top witnessing the glory of God Incarnate once again.

Soon, the vision will end—as all mountain-top experiences must. We must put our shoes back on, head down the mountain, and with Jesus, turn our faces toward Jerusalem. I don’t think the disciples had much of a clue about what was coming, but Jesus did. He has tried to tell them and will try again, but… we see little evidence in their words or actions that they understood.

Who can blame them? We understand—to the extent that we do—only with the help of the biblical record and two thousand years of hindsight.

“To the extent that we do.” I put that phrase in that sentence very purposefully.

We regular church goers are very familiar with the progression of the church year. We prepare for Christmas with advent, we celebrate the holy birth with gusto, and we give at least a nod to the showing forth on Epiphany. We mark the transition between Epiphany and Lent by gorging on pancakes and King Cake, and then get down to the serious business of ashes and fasting, perhaps a bit of extra alms giving, maybe even giving up chocolate or beer—in the fond hope that we can honor Jesus and lose a little weight at the same time!

So, yes, we get it. And we have organized our church life around these events in the life and death and resurrection of Jesus the Christ. But I’m directing our attention to something deeper.

Jesus knew what was ahead in Jerusalem. I like to think that he gained strength and courage and resolve for the agony to come from his glorification and moment of complete unity with God the Father and God the Holy Spirit on the mountain top.

Matthew tells this story as well and says that, on the way down, Jesus and his disciples have a brief theological discussion about what has happened. Luke tells us that, whatever they might have said to each other, they told no one else, which must have been a bit of a strain. We’re usually rather anxious to talk about mountain-top experiences.

But the very next day, something quite important happens. We are used to hearing that people followed Jesus and hung around waiting for him, so it’s not surprising that they encounter the crowd they had left behind to go up the mountain to pray.

Immediately, a man steps out of the crowd and presents himself to Jesus—and not just “a man,” but a distraught and desperate father. Teacher, I beg you to look at my son, he pleads. [A] spirit seizes him, and all at once he shrieks. It convulses him until he foams at the mouth; it mauls him and will scarcely leave him.

Now Jesus, in my mind, has every right to stay focused on the larger mission. He has bigger fish to fry. He must go to Jerusalem to fulfill all things, to become, through his passion, the salvation of the world. Big, big orders, just confirmed again in his glorification on the mount.

But Jesus does what we have come to expect Jesus to do. He responds to the human need and pain in front of him. He pauses. He puts his own agenda aside. Go get your son, he says to the father, and the father does and Jesus heals him.

How do we encounter God in our own lives? What do we do with those encounters? Are they turning points in our relationships? Not only with God, but with the hurting world of which we are a part?

At this point in writing this homily, I felt that I needed a story, a personal experience of encountering God in my everyday life. And of course, I could think of some, but they involved me alone out in the woods or a swamp or a beach somewhere. I have lots of those kind of encounters with God!

But I particularly wanted a story about God coming to me in the form of human suffering that I was able to respond to and perhaps make a difference in someone’s life. I could think of one from a number of years ago when I helped an asylum seeker with transportation after he was released from Richwood Detention Center. It was a powerful experience and I got to witness a bit of a family reunion and it certainly affected my view of people who have had to flee their home due to war and violence. But that was at least 5 years ago.

I’m reminded of a conversation among a group of women I was part of a couple of weeks ago. One of them shared that she didn’t feel like she did much in the way of making the world a better place. Her confession made me think then, and again while writing this homily. What am I doing to relieve the pain and suffering of my neighbors, the nearby ones and the more distant ones?

How am I living out the way Jesus shows us—of coming from our encounter with God on the mountain top, or in church, or in the woods or wherever… and finding and responding to God in the pain and suffering of the world?

Here's what I know: We are poised in this moment between Epiphany and Lent. Jesus walks among us in the form of our fellow human beings, even the ones who don’t look like us or think like us, and who might not even like us. Our encounters with God through being a neighbor are waiting.

Here’s what I don’t know: Are we open to them? Are we willing to find God, not only in a beautiful sunset, not only inside this beautiful worship space, but even more compellingly disguised in the very brokenness of our world? Are we willing to be transformed by our encounter with the Holy in the most unlikely people?

In the name of God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit, AMEN.

 

Tuesday, February 11, 2025

Christ Episcopal, Saint Joseph, Schedule and Deacon B's Sermon from February 9th, 2025

Service Schedule for Christ Episcopal, Saint Joseph Feb 16-Mar 2, 2025:

...Sunday 10am, Feb 16, HE, The Rev. John Payne

...Sunday 10am, Feb 23, MP, Jane or Tim

...Wednesday 5pm, Feb 26, HE, The Rev. David Perkins

...Sunday 10am, Mar 2, MP w/Communion, The Rev. Deacon B


"Sufficient Grace"

by The Rev. Deacon Dr. Bette Kauffman

9 February 2025

Christ Episcopal Church, St. Joseph, LA

Year C, Epiphany 5



Isaiah 6:1-8.9-13; 1 Corinthians 15:1-11; Luke 5:1-11

 

I love trees. That’s such an understatement, but I don’t know how else to begin. Of course, you all know as a photographer I kind of have a love affair with all of Creation. But… trees are something else again!


Standing in the yard next door to this church is a tree that has been trimmed. Where lower branches have been removed, the tree grew magnificent cascades of wood and bark draped around the wounds of those amputated limbs.

 

When trees lose limbs—in peoples’ yards or out in the forest--the classic response to the harsh reality of injury is to grow beauty around it.

 

Up at the spillway that forms D’Arbonne Lake, the centerpiece of D’Arbonne National Wildlife Refuge, stands a large oak tree. That tree has been under attack for decades. The tree is covered, I mean covered, with large, gnarly galls—on the trunk, on all the major branches and on most of the minor limbs—dozens of them, some still small, some the size of basketballs, and larger. I have no idea who or what the attacker is, other than some kind of insect. Yet the tree stands, tall and strong, with a kind of grotesque beauty.

 

So.. why am I talking about trees? Well, because Peter!

 

In today’s Gospel story, Simon Peter finds himself in the presence of Jesus, the Light that has come into the world. This is the 5th Sunday after the Epiphany and another story of the showing forth of the Light.

 

This is the same light that Simeon sang and prophesied about last Sunday when Jesus was presented in the temple. A Light to enlighten the nations, he called it, and the glory of my people Israel.

 

Then in his prophesy, Simeon foreshadows the cross. He points out that the Light that comes into the world will be the rising of many people, but the fall of others. In other words, some will flock to the Light and experience freedom from fear as Simeon did, and others will reject the Light and live in darkness, burdened by sin and the fear of death.

See, there’s a funny thing about light: It reveals. It reveals both beauty and ugliness, it reveals both love and hate. Light reveals.

 

So when Simon Peter comes face to face with the Light—the ultimate Light of God—something most extraordinary happens. He suddenly sees himself for who he really is. And his instinctual response is to get rid of the Light!

 

He falls to his knees and says, "Go away from me, Lord, for I am a sinful man!"

 

How human is that? Go away! You’re making me look bad! Right?

 

But here’s the miracle: Simon Peter does not run away, and neither does Jesus. And later, when Jesus does go on his way, Peter goes with him. Peter leaves everything—his boats, his nets, his fishing business, his father—and follows Jesus. This encounter between the Light of the world and a sinful man is the first moment of a transformed life.

 

Does Peter suddenly become a perfect, sinless human? Far from it. We know from the stories that Peter remains an impetuous, headstrong man. At one point, Jesus must say to him, “Get behind me, Satan”! At another Peter denies knowing Jesus three times.

 

But Jesus loves Peter with all his flaws and Jesus knows how to use Peter, faults and sins and all. Come on, he says, I’m gonna make you a fisher for people. And he does.

 

And that’s how Peter is like those trees. He became tall and strong and the founder of Christ’s church—not by being human perfection, which he wasn’t, but precisely by being the warty, wounded, imperfect human he was.

 

Likewise Paul, in the passage we read from Corinthians. He calls himself the least of the Apostles because he persecuted the church. But there he is, the writer of most of the Epistles that help form the foundations of our faith. Another warty, wounded human God loved and used, imperfections and all.

 

Brothers and sisters, we so often share the impulse of Peter. We prefer, in the first place, to hide from the Light that reveals our sins and failures and imperfections. Confronted by it, we would push it away or flee from it.

 

Fr. Richard Rohr, one of my favorite theologians, calls these sins, failures and imperfections our “shadow self.” And he says the only way to come to terms with our shadow self is to honestly acknowledge who we are in our darkest moments. We need the honesty and courage of Peter to fall to our knees and acknowledge who we truly are, then let God use us, warts and all.

 

Rohr summarizes the point like this:

 

Divine perfection, he says, is precisely the ability to include what seems like imperfection.

 

In other words, everything belongs. We are who we are and God loves us as we are and will use us as we are. We might not end up beautiful in a classic way. We might end up a misshapen tree. But God can and will make anything beautiful in its own way.

 

There’s nothing wrong with trying to improve oneself, striving to live a more moral life, to be quick to forgive, to choose kindness. These are all things we can do better and we will be happier for doing them better.

 

But we cannot use our sins and imperfections to hide from God or to postpone following Jesus. We must trust that God knows exactly how to take us as we are and use us.

 

In the Name of God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit, AMEN.

 

Sunday, November 17, 2024

Schedule for remainder of the year and into Jan 2025 for Christ Episcopal, Saint Joseph

 


Direct from Deacon B:

Christ Church, St. Joseph – Fall Schedule through Bishop’s Visitation

 Wed., 11/20 – Fr. Don & H.E.

 Sun., 12/1 – Deacon Bette & M.P. II w Communion

 Sat., 12/7 – Christmas @ Shepherd’s Center

 Sun., 12/8 – Hanging of the Greens w Methodists

 Wed., 12/18 – Fr. Don H.E.

 Tues., 12/24 – 1:30 pm  Fr. Don + Deacon Bette & The Nativity of Our Lord H.E.

      Since Christmas is in the middle of the week, thus no Sunday morning service to worry about like last year, we would like to do this service together at 1:30 p.m. This should give us plenty of time to get back to Grace for an evening service there.

 Sun., 1/5/2025 – Deacon Bette & M.P. II w Communion

 Sun., 1/12/2025 – Bishop’s Visitation w Confirmation

 Revised 11/12 /24



 

 

Wednesday, November 13, 2024

The Rev. Deacon Dr. Bette Kauffman homily from November 10, 2024

 

All In, All the Time

10 November 2024

Christ Episcopal Church, St. Joseph, LA

Year B, Pentecost XXV

1 Kings 17:8-16; Hebrews 9:24-28; Mark 12:38-44

 


One of the courses I taught to communication majors at ULM was a course called “Electronic Media Design.” We began the semester by talking about the principles of design.

The principles of design include such things as “balance” and “unity.” By and large, the students grasped these concepts pretty quickly. They had seen illustrations of “blind justice” holding her balance scale, and so they had a mental image for that concept. Here in Louisiana, they might even have seen cotton being weighed on a cotton scale, and so they understand that two objects of very different size can, in fact, “balance” because of their different densities.

In a similar vein, students have long been taught that when they write a story or an essay, it must have a unifying theme. And so they already had a sense of what unity looks like and how it functions in design.

Another of the principles of design is “proportion,” and for some reason, students had a hard time wrapping their minds around the concept of proportion. We’d be looking at examples, say of full-page ads from popular magazines, and they’d be chattering away explaining how balance and unity work in the ad, and I’d say, “So.., what about proportion?” And they fell silent.

I wonder what it is about proportion that made it so difficult for them. I wonder what it is about contemporary culture, or today’s political climate, that made students so unprepared to grasp proportion.

And maybe us, too. So many things seem so out of proportion today. Indeed, I wonder if my students had ever heard the story of the widow’s mite, or if we today have heard and understood. It is a lesson about proportion.

Jesus often taught with parables—little stories he made up to illustrate a point. But it is especially interesting and powerful that the story of the widow’s mite is not a parable. Instead, Jesus’ lesson about proportion is based on direct observation of human behavior. And, as usual, his take on that behavior turns our human expectations upside down.

He has been teaching in the Temple, the kind of sermon we all like to hear, a sermon aimed at deflating the egos of the high and mighty. “Beware of the bigwigs,” Jesus says. “Don’t be impressed by expensive clothes and badges of honor. Too often these have been gained at the expense of people who are poor or disadvantaged in some way.”

Then Jesus sits down in view of the treasury to watch the faithful drop in their tithes and pledges and offerings. Many do, among them rich folks who put in large sums.

Then along comes the widow with her two copper coins. Widows stand in for the poorest of the poor throughout the Bible, for in Jesus’ day, only males owned property and thus the loss of a husband’s support guaranteed poverty to the women left behind.

The widow of Jesus’ lesson has little, but she gives what she has to the Temple. And Jesus uses her to teach his disciples about proportion.

“Look,” he says, “she has given little in absolute quantity, but the small amount she gave is a very high percentage of what she has. The others have given a greater absolute amount than she, but a much smaller percentage of what they have. Therefore SHE… has actually given more… than they.”

Proportion: The relationship among parts within a whole. Perhaps it is our devotion to numbers—quantities and amounts—the bigger and more the better—that makes proportion a challenging lesson.

We hear that Bill Gates of Microsoft fame and wealth, or a famous football player or pop star who makes millions give a million to a worthy cause.., and we’re amazed. It is so-o-o much greater than any amount we will ever be able to give.

We cannot comprehend that the $500 the teacher gives to his or her church, or the $50 the custodian gives, or even the $5 the waitress gives… might actually be more than the million the wealthy philanthropist gives.

We can’t comprehend it because we live in a world in which bigger is better and more is.., well, MORE. And the more the better!

But Jesus tells us that the absolute amount given is not what matters. What matters is proportion—the relationship of the part to the whole, of the gift to the total resources of the giver.

In other words, sometimes more is, in fact, less.

The widow’s mite reminds us that the absolute amount we give or pay matters less than the proportion of what we have that we give or pay. Proportion is why Jesus tells us over and over again that those who have much are expected to give more.

But however important proportion is, this story offers us something more. It is revealing that Jesus goes straight from teaching about self-importance and showy piety to his lesson about proportion.

It is often the case that the more we have, the less satisfied we are and the greater our desire for yet more. We hoard and strive, and become obsessed with quantity and size. Most damaging of all, we come to measure our worthiness and that of others by the bottom line.

Even our charity becomes tainted with our prideful performance of piety. Please do not misunderstand; charity is a necessary thing. But I fear that the devotion of our society to charity as the preferred solution to systemic and structural inequities that ensure a widening gap between the richest and the poorest, is more about comforting and salving the conscience of the already comfortable than it is about helping the afflicted.

Charity is rarely enough to change lives, which is why I think our bicycle project through the Shepherd Center is so important. The gift of transportation might actually change a life—make it possible for someone to have a better job, be more reliable, take greater pride—and some of the stories I’ve heard about recipients imply that.

But, finally, I want to go one step further with this story. It’s not just about money and it’s not just making sure you give a healthy proportion. It’s about going all in for Jesus! Now that’s a bit jingo sounding: All in for Jesus! Not my usual style but I kinda like the ring of it!

The widow shows total commitment; she’s all in for God. Jesus asks the same of us. We might give a certain percentage of our income to the church, but that is not all God asks of us. God asks for our time, our talent and our treasure.

And even more so our love. The command that we love God and our neighbor as ourselves does not come with a caveat—like 10% of the time, or just when we’re in church, or only when our neighbors look like us or worship like us and believe the same things. When it comes to sharing the love of God by loving others, God asks for a 100% commitment.

The widow was all in for God. God wants us, all in, all the time.

 

In the name of God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit, AMEN.