Rise and shine

The Adoration of the Magi by Edward Burne-Jones (1904)

by Brandon Beck

Isaiah 68:1-6
Arise, shine; for your light has come,
	and the glory of the LORD has risen upon you.
For darkness shall cover the earth,
	and thick darkness the people;
but the LORD will arise upon you,
	and his glory will appear over you.

Do you remember the camp song, “Rise and shine and give God your glory, glory”? The Feast of the Epiphany, January 6, is a day, certainly, to “rise and shine and give God your glory and glory.” It marks Jesus’ manifestation to the world, the remembrance of the magi receiving Jesus on behalf of the world. On the celebration of the Epiphany, we are called to think about what is revealed in our own lives as Jesus is revealed to the world; where have we seen the light?

The magi, understanding the darkness of the world into which Jesus was born, “returned to their country by another route” so as not to deal with Herod and his dark ways again. (Matthew 2 NIV) Even the ones on whom the Light rose directly still faced the darkness of the world and had to contend with it. Sometimes, the light is not easy to see; the darkness is all around. But, like the magi, we can find those other routes in order to see what is being revealed, to remember that revelation, and to share that revelation with others.

Sometimes, we just have to change the way we look at things in order to see the light. Take the classic “Rubin’s vase.” Can you focus on the light to see the vase? Changing the way we look at things takes practice; it is an exercise. I have to focus and re-focus to see the vase; the dark faces want to pull my attention away from the light in “Rubin’s vase.” Some people even call the image “Rubin’s faces” instead because of the powerful pull of the dark part of the image.

Sometimes, we have to be able to discern the truth in messaging to be able to see the light. Leaders, news media, other people give messaging and opinions about who is important and even who is worthy. Just as Herod gave messaging to the magi. And as they discerned through the revelation of Jesus to them that Herod’s messaging was false, we must be open to the revelation of the truth in messaging we hear. For those of you who have seen Wicked and Wicked: For Good, think about how Fiyero was able to discern the true character of Elphaba despite the propaganda against her. For those of you who haven’t seen the musical or the movies (or haven’t read the book), I encourage you to do so with your eyes open for the metaphors, allusions, and calls to social justice.

Sometimes, the epiphany is in seeing Christ in and being Christ to others as led and empowered by grace. Even if those others are people we’ve been taught to fear or even hate. Even if those others are people we just don’t like or just disagree with. The great darkness covering the world right now is full of injustice and division among people. But the light shining in the darkness reminds us that God’s love knows no boundaries and will rise and shine. We, the people of God, by striving for justice and peace, can make Jesus manifest every day. We are the light shining in the darkness.

That camp song is actually about Noah and the flood, a time of great darkness for the world. Yet the song is upbeat, joyous, and full of life. The chorus shouts a resounding, “Rise and shine and give God the glory, glory.”  It is another route to remembering that Jesus is manifest in the world. We don’t have to wait; the light is already shining in the darkness. How will you amplify the light today?

Awake we may watch with Christ

by Brandon Beck

This is Cyrus Cassells. He is a poet, an actor, a cultural critic, and a professor. He earned the Jackson Poetry Prize and the Lambda Literary Award; a Guggenheim Fellowship and a Pushcart Prize; the William Carlos Williams Award, a Lannan Literary Award, a nomination for a Pulitzer Prize, and was a finalist for the NAACP Image Award. He has ten books of poetry published, two books of original translations of Catalan poetry published, and a plethora of articles of cultural criticism especially in the genre of film studies. His upcoming publications include two novels, one about a fictional Harlem Renaissance poet and another an historical fiction based on the life of St. Damien and the colony for victims of Hansen’s disease he served in Hawaii.

Cyrus Cassells strives for justice and peace among all people, respecting the dignity of all human beings through his poetry. One of his earliest poems, “Soul Make a Path Through Shouting,” tells the story of Elizabeth Eckford, the young girl who bravely, symbolically integrated public schools in Arkansas in 1957. His translations of the poems of Francesc Parcerisas strive to preserve and amplify the Catalan language. Poems from his collection Beautiful Signor explore the beauty of gay love. His experimental collection The Crossed-Out Swastika is research-based poetry telling the stories of young people facing the terror of World War II, and The World that the Shooter Left Us provides powerful commentary on violence in contemporary America.

When I pray Compline (Book of Common Prayer, p. 127) and repeat the Antiphon —

     Guide us waking, O Lord, and guard us sleeping;
that awake we may watch with Christ, and asleep we may rest in peace.—

God brings many associations to me, especially ways that God is creating justice for me and for people like me in God’s world. Tonight, as I repeated this Antiphon, Cyrus Cassells came to mind. Cyrus Cassells’ poetry guides me waking and guards me sleeping as I watch with Christ for justice and peace in this world.

In 2019, Cyrus published a short collection of poetry he wrote while staying at Christ in the Desert Monastery for a writing residency. He took the title of his collection from Psalm 130:5-6:

I wait for the Lord; my soul waits,
    and in his word I hope;
my soul waits for the Lord
    more than those who watch for the morning,
    more than those who watch for the morning.

In the poem with the same title as the collection, “More than Watchmen at Daybreak,” Cyrus says,

     I’m thirsty, fallible,
     Incensed and restive in this desert monastery,
     But not yet resigned,
     Full of questions and parrying
     From wolf’s hour to blue hour
     To burgeoning dawn —

He is the “watchman” from Psalm 130 in today’s political and social climate. The watchman of Psalm 130 is not unlike the oracle the prophet Habakkuk saw, who, in Chapter 1, as read on Proper 26, Year C, Track 1, Sunday November 2, 2025, cries out:

     O Lord, how long shall I cry for help,
and you will not listen?
Or cry to you “Violence!”
and you will not save?

That Psalm 130 watchman, that Habakkuk oracle, Cyrus in the desert today, me praying Compline now — we are all “not yet resigned.” We are all willing to strive for justice and peace among all people because, as Cyrus says in his poem,

     the soul says,
Yes, I was there.

I was there, just as the watchman was, when she looked out of the monastery to cry to the monks, “The sun is up; it is time to pray.” I was there, just as the watchman was, when she looked out of the military fortification and shouted to those she protected, “They attack! To arms!” I was there, just as the watchman was, when he awoke from accidentally falling asleep, and cried, “Jesus! You are betrayed!” I was there, just as the watchman was, when we all knelt together and prayed:

     O God our Father, whose Son forgave his enemies while he
was suffering shame and death: Strengthen those who suffer
for the sake of conscience; when they are accused, save them
from speaking in hate; when they are rejected, save them
from bitterness; when they are imprisoned, save them from
despair; and to us your servants, give grace to respect their
witness and to discern the truth, that our society may be
cleansed and strengthened. This we ask for the sake of Jesus
Christ, our merciful and righteous Judge.
Amen. (BCP, 823)

and

Grant, O God, that your holy and life-giving Spirit may so
move every human heart [and especially the hearts of the
people of this land], that barriers which divide us may
crumble, suspicions disappear, and hatreds cease; that our
divisions being healed, we may live in justice and peace;
through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Amen. (BCP, 823)

Holy labor

Frieze at St Pancras Station, London

by Pam Tinsley

Almighty God, you have so linked our lives one with another that all we do affects, for good or ill, all other lives: So guide us in the work we do, that we may do it not for self alone, but for the common good; and, as we seek a proper return for our own labor, make us mindful of the rightful aspirations of other workers, and arouse our concern for those who are out of work; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen. – Collect for Labor Day, Book of Common Prayer

As Labor Day approaches, I’ve been reflecting on the meaningfulness of work and how its function is being transformed by technology and Artificial Intelligence. Our work has meaning because it matters to God. From the beginning, humans have sensed that creation is alive with God’s presence, and our role has been to do God’s work in the world.

The Hebrew word “avodah” means “work, worship, and service.” The word used to describe worshipliturgy – means “the work of the people.” And when we place God at the heart of our daily work, the eternal is drawn into the temporal. It becomes sacramental. Labor is sacramental not only for what it produces but for how it shapes our human dignity, builds community, and reflects God’s creative purpose. Honoring workers, therefore, is also honoring the divine image in each person and the sacred character of each person’s daily toil.

Even as technology reshapes jobs and entire economies, our deeper vocation will not change. Work is not simply what we do to earn money. It is who we are as beings made in the image of God: people of faith and gratitude linking heaven and earth. Every job – from the humblest to the most prestigious – carries the same sacred title when offered to God.

Although work may take on new forms, on Labor Day we remember and commemorate the true essence of work: to worship, to give thanks, to serve, and to reflect the presence of Christ in all people and in creation. Work is holy because it is our destiny—not defined by tasks or paychecks, but by our identity as God’s holy people, made to love and to reflect God through the work of our lives.

Completely different

Icon of The Transfiguration written by Theophanes the Greek

by Brandon Beck

Wednesday, August 6, 2025 we celebrated the Transfiguration of Jesus. According to the Gospel of Luke, “about eight days after” Jesus foretells his death,

Jesus took with him Peter and John and James and went up on the mountain to pray. And while he was praying, the appearance of his face changed, and his clothes became as bright as a flash of lightning. Suddenly they saw two men, Moses and Elijah, talking to him. They appeared in glory and were speaking about his exodus, which he was about to fulfill in Jerusalem. Now Peter and his companions were weighed down with sleep, but as they awoke they saw his glory and the two men who stood with him. Just as they were leaving him, Peter said to Jesus, “Master, it is good for us to be here; let us set up three tents: one for you, one for Moses, and one for Elijah,” not realizing what he was saying. While he was saying this, a cloud came and overshadowed them, and they were terrified as they entered the cloud. Then from the cloud came a voice that said, “This is my Son, my Chosen; listen to him!” When the voice had spoken, Jesus was found alone. And they kept silent and in those days told no one any of the things they had seen. – Luke 9:28-36 (NRSVUE)

In the Anglican/Episcopal tradition, in addition to the August 6 Feast of the Transfiguration, the Transfiguration of Jesus comes to us during the Lectionary Cycle as well. This year, Sunday, March 2, was Transfiguration Sunday. At Church of Reconciliation in San Antonio, TX, we celebrated Recovery Sunday with Transfiguration Sunday. I had the privilege to bring the message that day. I share an excerpt from my Transfiguration/Recovery Sunday message with you on “Living God’s Mission” today:

Welcome to Recovery Sunday—Transfiguration Sunday—at the Episcopal Church of Reconciliation. My name is Brandon, and I’m speaking here today to support my own recovery journey.

I do Recovery one moment at a time, one day at a time, with the help of God, as I understand God. However you identify, whomever you love, and wherever you are on your own journey, I hope you find that you’re welcome here.

Recovery happens in AA, as well as in all other denominations of anonymous programs formed in the 12-step tradition. Recovery also happens in Celebrate Recovery, Positive Recovery, SMART Recovery, Refuge Recovery, and other recovery programs I’m still learning about. Whichever program you rely on—thank you. Thank you for your willingness to keep showing up and for showing up today.Thank you for your experience and your transfiguration.

You were one way and now you are completely different.

God has forgiven you; your face is unveiled; you have climbed the mountain and seen the glowing and transfigured face of Jesus; now everyone can see your face glowing because you were one way and now you are completely different.

Do you remember your first recovery meeting? It quite possibly was on a property much like this one…maybe even right here at Reconciliation, in fact. For those of us in recovery, our relationship with ourselves, with our loved ones, and with God felt broken; fortunately we found groups within which we learned to Reconcile with ourselves, others, and God.

If you haven’t ever been to a recovery meeting, I invite you to give one a try. Here at Church of Reconciliation at least six different recovery groups host approximately 30 recovery meetings each week; we gratefully welcome more groups and meetings all the time.

Because we all share here, through direct experience or in loving support, in the transfiguring power of recovery, we live into our name–we are Reconcilers. We all were one way and now we are completely different. For each of us, something transfiguring moved us to change. I feel that expressed in the readings we heard earlier.

Those readings for today include: a story about Moses from the book Exodus; Psalm 99; a brief statement from the 2nd letter of Paul to the Corinthians; and the story that gives today its “churchy” name―Transfiguration Sunday―an excerpt of the Gospel of Luke Chapter 9.

One of the reasons I love the Episcopal Church is its use of this Common Lectionary. In addition to connecting us with our interdenominational siblings, the lectionary helps us see how scriptures from all different parts of the Bible might connect together to tell a bigger story.

Today’s readings connect in the telling of transfigurations—stories of visible life changes. If so many stories of dramatic change are part of our spiritual heritage, then my dramatic change must be important too. I wonder if you have noticed how important your story is?

“I was one way, and now I am completely different.” I’m borrowing that quote to tie everything together today. It comes from The Chosen, a planned seven-season drama of the life of Jesus based on the text of the Gospels but with added characters, dialogue, historical context, and artistic imagination. The creator, Dallas Jenkins, does some outstanding work with The Chosen, giving us characters that defy traditional, oppressive stereotypes in order to remind everyone that they are part of the story.

And, in Episode 2 of Season 1 of The Chosen one of these characters who has been given new life speaks the line: “I was one way, and now I am completely different.” Mary Magdalene, played by Elizabeth Tabish, experiences a profound change at the end of the first episode, then, in episode 2, she explains it by saying, “I was one way, and now I am completely different.”

This is loving, life-giving, liberating, transfiguring, recovery Truth.

What changes Mary Magdalene’s character? She learns something from Jesus that I think those of us in Recovery learn during our journeys: We hurt ourselves and others because we don’t feel like we deserve love, but, it turns out, every single one of us is worthy of love, respect, and dignity.

In The Chosen, Jesus, played by Jonathan Roumie, looks at this woman when she is at rock bottom, and he sees the saint inside the sinner and calls her by name.

“Mary,” he says. When Mary hears Jesus say her name, everything changes for her. She becomes willing to turn her life and will over to God. She tells people, “I was one way, and now I am completely different. And the thing that happened in between was him.”….

(To hear the rest of the message, please visit the Reconciliation YouTube page. The March 2 message begins around minute 29; however, I recommend viewing the service in its entirety for the entire Transfiguration/Recovery experience.)

‘You give them something to eat’

Mohammad, 11, and his sister, Reham, 9, wait in a crowd outside a food distribution center in Rafah, southern Gaza Strip, on Feb. 25, 2024. © UNICEF/UNI539224/ZAGOUT.

by Pam Tinsley

Overwhelming hunger abounds. We read daily reports of the abject hunger imposed upon the starving children in Gaza; famine in Africa; hungry children even in the United States. Hunger abounds, and the lives – and, surely, long-term development – of infants and children are at stake.

At the same time, food sources abound. How much food intended for delivery overseas rotted in warehouses when USAID funding was cut off? Expiration dates are almost here for close to 200,000 boxes of nutritional supplement that have been paid for but not shipped by the U.S. government. According to the Washington Post[1], the food and supplements at Mana Nutrition alone could help as many as 60 million people. In the meantime, limited hands are available to harvest this summer’s produce on our nation’s farms and orchards as ICE agents target migrant workers. The amount of food wasted in our country is egregious, and in response, Congress has cut funding for food assistance for needy families.

The lack of concern for the plight of others is at odds with the basic teachings of Jesus. Instead of sending people away hungry, Jesus had compassion. Jesus says to his disciples, “You give them something to eat,” instructing them to feed the multitudes by gathering the seemingly meager rations of food at hand – only to have leftovers!

For Jesus, abundance means sharing. Likewise, the Apostle Paul urged the Corinthians to contribute to the needs of the community of believers in Jerusalem from their own abundance (2 Cor 9).

Although our country is one of the world’s wealthiest, we have lost compassion for those living in poverty and famine, both abroad and at home. Leaders profess Christian values but often neglect to demonstrate the essential Kingdom values of love and mercy.

In today’s world, Jesus calls us to speak up and express compassion and empathy toward those in need. Supporting and caring for the vulnerable and innocent is a collective responsibility, and by working together, we can make a difference. This is what it means to be a follower of Jesus today.


[1] https://www.washingtonpost.com/nation/2025/08/02/usaid-expired-food-supplies-malnutrition/

‘The gift of joy and wonder…’

by Demi Prentiss

In the 1979 Book of Common Prayer’s Rite of Baptism, nestled between the water and the oil of chrism, is a beautiful prayer that helps us remember how we’re called to live.  After thanking God for the gift of new life, and asking to be sustained by the Holy Spirit, we ask for four things:

  • An inquiring an discerning heart
  • The courage to will and to persevere
  • A spirit to know and to love [God]
  • The gift of joy and wonder in all [God’s] works

We’re inclined to forget that “wonder” part. Not many hymns about wonder. (#400, #412, and #580 in The Hymnal 1982 are notable.)  Scripture mentions “awe of the Lord” pretty often. But for me, wondering is a much more incarnational practice. I’m encouraged to use all my senses as well as my mind to study the subject of my wonderment – to absorb the full gift of what I’m observing. And I’m often reminded that God is God, and I am not.

When I asked EpiscoBOT about the word “wonder” in liturgy and scripture, here’s the reflection that came up:

The Episcopal tradition cherishes wonder as a doorway to faith. In scripture, wonder often follows an encounter with God’s power or love. In our worship, prayers and hymns continually invite us to stand in awe before God’s works—reminding us that faith is not just about understanding, but about being open to mystery.

If you’d like more specific references or ideas for including “wonder” in your prayers or teaching, please let me know. And remember: it is a holy thing to pause in wonder before the living God.

I love thinking of faith as opening ourselves to mystery, and wonder as a doorway to faith.  Wonder leads us to discovery and innovation.

This past week I encountered a poem that blessed me with a broader perspective of wonder as a saving gift of grace, “the rope and bucket that haul you up out of your dank well”:

Wonder is saving enough

Have you noticed the pheromones
the world is sending out to you?

Not wanting you to save it,
just to fall in love with it.

Tiny violets reassure the hillside
which every winter has been tormented by ice.

When the dam is removed after a century, salmon
already know their way to their ancestors' birthplace.

The jazz of the meadowlark.
Laughter, even at funerals.

Such things are the rope and bucket
that haul you up out of your dank well.

The smell of lilacs is meant for bees
but it comes to you.

If you make friends with crows
they give you gifts.

Downtown a kid you don't know
smiles at you anyway.

It's the world's way of letting you know
it wants to stay married to you.

  ―  by Steve Garnaas-Holmes

May we live into that baptismal prayer that claims for us “the gift of joy and wonder” in all God’s works. May we walk through our lives with enough courage and curiosity to notice the glory of God all about us. May we find ourselves fully alive to God’s presence, “lost in wonder, love, and praise.”

Photo credits: Matt Bango For Unsplash+; Ahmed, Licensed under the Unsplash+ License; Bruce Kee on Unsplash; Photo by Moon Bhuyan on Unsplash

How to respond? Remember your baptism!

by Pam Tinsley

As I listen to the news these days, I’m distraught by the direction that our country seems to be heading. Our economy is impacted by our over-consumption; and our reliance on cheap – even child – labor deprives people of the dignity of a living wage. We’re destroying our planet with our over-reliance on fossil fuels, our wasteful attitude toward water, and the destruction of our forests and wetlands. We support systems of domination, as the rich get richer on the backs of those less fortunate. We’re mortgaging our children and grandchildren’s future.

And the budget reconciliation bill passed by Congress on July 3 only exacerbates matters. When I read about its provisions to strip people of their health insurance, cut food assistance for the poor, and curtail clean-energy development, I ask myself:  How do we, as people of faith, respond to the injustices around us?

In the midst of my personal anguish, words of the late Rev. Canon Fletcher Lowe – one of the founders and convener of Partners for Baptismal Living (Episcopalians on Baptismal Mission) – come to mind. Fletcher often reminded us that the intersection of Church Street and State Street is where we bring our faith to bear on public policy, striving to promote the common good and to protect those pushed to the margins and those unfairly treated.

Fletcher’s words are a call to action, because, whether we want to be or not, we’re embedded in relationships with one another. And today’s political environment fails to recognize how deeply interconnected we are.

Earlier this month, Presiding Bishop Sean Rowe echoed that sentiment when he wrote in Religion News, “God calls us to place the most vulnerable and marginalized at the center of our common life, and we must follow that command regardless of the dictates of any political party or earthly power. We are now being faced with a series of choices between the demands of the federal government and the teachings of Jesus, and that is no choice at all.”

At baptism we promise to follow Jesus and Jesus alone – with God’s help. We are called to serve as instruments of God’s healing, and that begins by striving to seek and serve Christ in all persons and by respecting the dignity of every human being. Today.

New shepherds for today

Photo by Bill Fairs on Unsplash

by Pam Tinsley

Over the past several weeks I’ve been reflecting on the post-resurrection conversation between Jesus and Peter at the end of John’s gospel. Peter and some of the disciples had left the upper room in Jerusalem where Jesus had breathed the Spirit upon them, empowering and sending them to continue his ministry. But they don’t seem to have done so. Instead, they’ve returned to their former occupations as fishermen.

So, Jesus appears on the beach, makes them breakfast, and reminds Peter that it’s time for him – and the others – to do what he has sent them to do: to feed and tend his sheep.

Feeding and tending Jesus’ sheep – God’s sheep – are what all of us as Jesus’ disciples are called to do. But what does this mean today?

We’re to feed and tend the sheep Jesus puts in our path: the marginalized; the hungry; the fearful; the unloved; and refugees, to name only a few.

Certainly, we’re called to feed them in the literal sense of the word. Especially today, as food insecurity is aggravated by severe cuts to programs that provide food benefits. Food banks and school lunch programs are already experiencing severe shortages.

Yet, we’re called to feed others spiritually as well. We do this whenever we root ourselves in Christ – treating others with the respect and dignity that Jesus teaches. We feed others when we, ourselves, are fed spiritually at the eucharistic table so that we can seek and serve Christ in the world. We feed others when we invite them to join us in spiritual community.

Tending God’s sheep calls us to do more, to put ourselves between our sheep and the wolves, to stand up for the weak and vulnerable, the voiceless – or those whose voices have been silenced. We tend God’s sheep when we stand up to unjust power structures – those power structures that divide, separate, and dehumanize God’s children. We tend God’s sheep when we openly claim and proclaim the goodness that God infuses into all of creation, into all of God’s creatures and creation itself.

How will you feed and tend the sheep Jesus places in your path today?

Were you there?

Fred McDarrah, Untitled (Youths at Stonewall Uprising), New York, June 28, 1969

by Brandon Beck

Picture it. June 28, 1969. Greenwich Village, New York City. The Stonewall Inn. You’re drinking and dancing with your friends, your neighbors, your “chosen family.” You feel safe and seen. Everyone is here. Really everyone: the homeless kids from the park, the old men from the café, the butch in the biker vest, tall black men in big wigs and dresses, skinny white boys, Cuban dock workers, NYU professors, high femme socialites – everyone from everywhere. Even though the police come in most every night, you always know they’re coming; you always know you’ll be ok.

The owners of the bar protect you as long as you drink while you’re there, as long as you’re always bringing more people with you. And you do both of those things. There’s no place you feel so much your true self as here. The owners pay the police; the police tell the owners a raid is going to happen. The owners tell you and your friends the raid is about to happen. You and your friends line up on the wall when the police show up. Those of you who have IDs show them. The owners hide some of the liquor and turn over most of it. Those without ID go in the wagon and sit in jail for a couple hours, until the sun comes up. For some of them, it’s the first warm bed and hot meal they’ve had in a while. Every night, it’s the same. You still are in heaven when you’re at The Stonewall Inn.

It’s June 28, 1969. Barely. It was midnight just an hour ago. You only got here maybe half an hour before that. You’re not even drunk yet. You just met this super cute boy. (Is this his first time coming here?) You and Marsha P. Johnson had a drink together. The Daughters of Bilitis are hanging out in their corner of the room, and you see two of the elder members of The Mattachine Society dancing in the middle of the floor. A group of young teens have just come in the front door. The youngest, you guess, is maybe 14, and he is beautiful in his long wig, tight bell bottoms, and sequin tube top. You and your new friend are talking to the old queens while taking a break from dancing when the floodlights come on. (No warning this time?) Dozens of police rush in. You see one of your favorite Daughters of Bilitis members shoved against the wall and handcuffed roughly. You notice Marsha duck out the front door before anyone can check her ID. The homeless kids are loaded into a wagon before you have a chance to even understand what’s going on. The front windows shatter suddenly. You scream.

This raid in the early morning hours of June 28, 1969, led to a riotous response from the LGBTQiA+ community in Greenwich Village that lasted from June 28 until July 3, 1969. Even though protesting, picketing, and rioting for LGBTQiA+ rights began before The Stonewall Inn riot, this particular riot changed the course of LGBTQiA+ history significantly, and we celebrate its significance now with Pride parades, services, prayers, and celebrations worldwide.

The Stonewall Inn started out in 1930 as a speakeasy down on Seventh Avenue. As early as the 1930s, Greenwich Village was an LGBTQiA+ neighborhood, and by the 1960s the concentration of LGBTQiA+ residents had moved westward, centering on Christopher Street. Since 1934, The Stonewall Inn had been operating as a restaurant in its “new” location on Christopher Street. In 1966, four members of The Genovese Family (a famous mafia family founded by Lucky Luciano) bought The Stonewall Inn. In 1967, those four – “Fat Tony” Luria, Zookie Zarfas, Tony the Sniff, and Joey – reopened The Stonewall Inn as a private club for gay men in order to capitalize on the people in the neighborhood. As mafiosos, “Fat Tony” and friends knew that they could extract extra profit from the clientele of this new iteration of The Stonewall Inn by offering them protection, as New York state law prohibited bars from having a liquor license if they were distributing alcohol to gay men – being gay in public was “indecent”; being gay and drunk in public was “disorderly.” The mafia bribed police while running private gay clubs to capitalize on this inhumanity.

The Episcopal Church “strives for justice and peace among all people, and respects the dignity of every human being.” (BCP 305) Now, that doesn’t mean we’re first or best at justice, peace, and dignity, but it does mean that we have made headway and continue to make progress.

Whether people knew it at the time or not, we were at The Stonewall Inn in late June and early July, 1969. The Rev. John Moody, a priest at Trinity Church Wall Street, remembers being Episcopal, clergy, and gay at Stonewall in 1969 in his video of remembrance.

In 2019, for the 50th anniversary of The Stonewall Riots, Episcopal News Service interviewed Rev. John and two other Episcopalians who witnessed the riots first-hand.

Just yesterday, in rural Texas, my wife and I encountered something unexpected even for rural Texas. Seeing it is what led me to begin reflecting on how good it is to think on the little progresses and to remember that we are all striving for more.

In a convenience store, we found a little substation of the local Sheriff’s office – a booth operated by one man. It was adjacent to the women’s restroom. Affixed to the door of the little office was a sign. My wife dragged me out pretty quickly, but the sign said something to the effect of “We’re watching you. Only women in this restroom. Trans not allowed.” Should I have thrown a brick through the window? Should I call the Transgender Law Center? Should I pray for justice? Should I let it go? How many times did these same thoughts go through the minds of the people at The Stonewall Inn until enough was enough?

I do know that the next best thing I can do (and I encourage you to join me) is to join the webinar on Friday, May 23, at 1pm ET titled “The Episcopal Church in Conversation With: the Rev. Cameron Partridge of TransEpiscopal.” This is part of a webinar series in which “we must remember what is at the root of our engagement with our faith, each other, and creation … .with Episcopalians across our small but mighty church…a casual but substantive interview style program with the faithful in our midst.” The Rev. Cameron Partridge (he/him) is an openly trans and genderqueer Episcopal priest, theologian, spouse, and dad of two middle and high school aged children. Register Here!

Then, I’ll be tuning in on June 1 at 6pm ET for Presiding Bishop Sean Rowe’s livestream service from the Episcopal Church Center chapel during which he will bless all upcoming Episcopal Pride events and participants. Join on Facebook or YouTube, with a recording available afterward.

Here at Church of Reconciliation in San Antonio, TX, we’ll host a Pride Eve service and join the San Antonio Pride Parade June 27 and 28, and we are so grateful we’ll be going into this Pride season with Presiding Bishop Rowe’s blessing.

Friends, as we walk in Love as Christ Loved us this Pride season, remember the words of Lady Gaga:
Don’t be a drag, just be a queen
Whether you’re broke or evergreen
You’re black, white, beige, chola descent
You’re Lebanese, you’re Orient

Whether life’s disabilities
Left you outcast, bullied or teased
Rejoice and love yourself today
‘Cause baby, you were born this way

No matter gay, straight, or bi
Lesbian, transgender life

I’m on the right track, baby
I was born to survive
….
I’m on the right track, baby
I was born to be brave

I’m beautiful in my way
‘Cause God makes no mistakes[1]

And in the words of Henri-Frederic Amiel: “Life is short. We don’t have much time to gladden the hearts of those who walk this way with us. So, be swift to love and make haste to be kind.”

Everyone is here at The Stonewall Inn.

Amen.

For further resources – LGBTQ+ in the Church: LGBTQ+ – The Episcopal Church (Aaron Scott, Staff Office for Gender Justice)


[1] “Born This Way,” Lady Gaga

Choose spirit-filled!

by Pam Tinsley

How Full is Your Bucket Is the title of a book I read years ago for professional development.Authors Tom Rath and Donald Clifton’s premise is that each of us has an invisible “bucket,” and each interaction with another person can help fill our “bucket” by making us feel more valued, more positive. Conversely, when we say or do negative things, we diminish other people and ourselves. Those interactions affect our physical health; our mental health; our productivity; and even our longevity.

Each of us also has an invisible “dipper.”  When we use that dipper to fill other people’s buckets – by saying or doing things to increase their positive emotions and energy[1] – not only do we fill their buckets, but we also fill our own bucket.

I was reminded of this book on the first Sunday in Lent when we read in Luke’s Gospel that Jesus is full of the Holy Spirit as he is led in the wilderness by the Holy Spirit. It’s no surprise that Jesus is full of the Holy Spirit. After all, he’s just been baptized in the Jordan River by John the Baptist and anointed by the Holy Spirit. He’s also been affirmed as God’s beloved Son, with whom God is well-pleased. As Jesus fasts for 40 days in the wilderness, the devil keeps trying to empty Jesus’ bucket by tempting him.

At baptism, we, too, are anointed and affirmed. We’re sealed by the Holy Spirit and marked as Christ’s own – forever. Our buckets are full. They’re full of the Holy Spirit. They’re full of love – because God created us in love and for love.

Every day, throughout the course of our lives, each of us has multiple opportunities to fill someone else’s bucket – or to dip from it. Each such encounter is a choice. We can fill someone’s bucket, or we can dip from it. We do this by choosing to be loving and kind – especially in the face of adversity and even cruelty. By choosing to be kind we can profoundly shape our relationships, our health, and our spiritual well-being. This Lent, I’m choosing a daily practice of kindness. And I invite you to join me in this practice, as together we spread Christ’s love in a way that just might offer hope and healing to our hurting world.


[1] Tom Rath and Donald Clifton, PhD. How Full is Your Bucket (New York: Gallup Press, 2004), 15.