Each year during the summer our Berkeley seminary, St. Joseph of Arimathea Anglican Theological College, offers a residential session for the online program to supplement the online program during the year. During this week or weeks at the end of July the deacons and postulants, as well as local clergy, laity, and students auditing, gather to worship in our chapel for Morning Prayer, Noon Mass, and Evening Prayer. The liturgies are open to the public. The seminarians live on the premises, encouraging a sense of monastic collegiality, and take classes mornings and afternoons.
I usually try to attend the noon Masses for I have found them astonishingly helpful to my life in this crazy world. Not only does regular Holy Communion center you on God our Creator, but the prayers and praise are rewarded with the reception of the Real Presence of Christ. I often joke that I’m trying to receive as many Eucharistic Presences as possible, in preparation for that meeting that draws closer and closer, that moment when I enter Paradise and the gates of Jerusalem.
The week went well. We missed some of our leading clergy due to illness, so that we were even more dependent upon the Holy Spirit to inspire from day to day, to tell us what to do next. Many students were online and not residential, a great loss to them, but understandable in this whirling and demanding world. But I have to say, the closeness of this group, this particular summer, was nearly tangible. These young seminarians had the opportunity to spend more time with their bishop and the local clergy. They were able to look through books in the bookroom where we are showcasing titles to be given away (a remarkable collection). They took meals together, they prayed together, they sang together. They were able to sense for an intense few days the glory of being a part of Christ’s Body.
The deacons learned how to say a Deacon’s Mass, something not possible online, and they had a superb instructor in Bishop Ashman. For our Bishop has aged grace-fully, and with the aging comes wisdom and knowledge, an innate sense of the liturgy, truly a part of him, an abundant love of others, and a joyful demeanor that I usually see in our elderly clergy, those who have prayed through suffering and born the scars of love as Our Lord showed us how to do.
So through the week, I showed up, noonish, lit the candles and prayed before our St. Vladimir Madonna and Child in our entryway. I took a seat in the back and watched and waited and wondered what God would show me, how he would feed me that day. And I left renewed, reborn, refreshed. After this hour in our chapel with my fellow Christians, I knew I had been given riches beyond measure.
And also through the week, I read about Heaven, learning more about what to expect. It’s a real place, for one thing. We will be souls without bodies until the Second Coming when we will be given perfect bodies. But even so, we will be with millions of others in Paradise, working and playing and singing. No more tears, no more pain, no more threats of censoring and silencing. Like our little chapel with its russet barrel-vaulting we will experience a world of joy, the world we were created for.
We see bits of Heaven in every Eucharist. In prayer, in praise, we see the heavens open for us for a moment and we feel Christ’s love shafting into our hearts. Of course we can pray and praise anywhere, but with others we form a chorus, and even better that, we sense we are a part of Christ’s Body, the Body of Christ, the fruit of our Baptism. But in corporate worship, we know this is true. This is the gift of God’s grace among us, when two or three are gathered.
In these reflections this morning, I was able to hear the hard words of Christ. There are many “difficult” sayings, and most are buried in our fear of encountering the truth. But we must hear the truth (especially at the age of 76). This particular passage is found in Matthew 7:15+ where he warns about fruit and fires.
“Even so every good tree bringeth forth good fruit; but a corrupt tree bringeth forth evil fruit. A good tree cannot bring forth evil fruit, neither can a corrupt tree bring forth good fruit. Every tree that bringeth not forth good fruit is hewn down, and cast into the fire. Wherefore by their fruits ye shall know them. Not everyone that saith unto me, Lord, Lord, shall enter into the kingdom of heaven; but he that doeth the will of my Father which is in heaven.” (Italics mine)
You can see why the Heaven reference caught my attention. And the cutting down of the barren tree or evil tree for that matter. And to add a little to the image he says not everyone will enter the Kingdom of Heaven but only those who do the will of the Father. Sounds like works over faith, rather than faith over works.
Of course it is both for one leads to the other. Nevertheless, doing God’s will appears to be pretty important in the scheme of entering Heaven. And this is not the only reference Christ makes to “the fire.” Those who disobey God will be entering a different place than Heaven, like it or not. Perhaps it is true that the fear of God is the beginning of wisdom. A holy fear, a fear of evil, and a love of the good.
Our Bishop Morse of blessed memory often said that most doubt (meaning lack of faith) was moral. There were rules that must be followed and if your life didn’t reflect those rules, you had to change your life. The saints through the ages have reinforced this message again and again. Worshiping God was at the top of the list of the Ten Commandments, and the others can be summarized by love of neighbor, love of all those who enter your life.
For when we worship regularly, I have found, we learn to love, or we at least learn more about how to love, through word and sacrament and the fellowship of the Family of God. We learn the importance of marriage and family and children. We learn more about who God the Father is. We bask in his love.
Without this, without the Church to lead us on the right path through the dark woods of our lives, we are left to the wild beasts, to be devoured by roaring lions, left, in the end, to miss that road to Heaven.
It appears that there will indeed be a judgment, a private judgment and a general judgment. Many Heaven books don’t like those words. They say we will see our life reviewed before us. We will see where we hurt others or didn’t love enough. This will give us a chance to say “I’m sorry” one more time. And with this cleansing of the heart, we will step into Paradise, not only redeemed by Christ, but saved by the salvation of our souls.
Christine Sunderland
Christine Sunderland 