Wednesday, February 16, 2022

Our most famous manifestor of God's grace . . .

          So, before we begin, let’s talk about what we are doing and what we are not doing today.  I have competing interests that need a bit of satisfying.  Most of you probably came to church today expecting the Beatitudes, since it is the 6th Sunday after the Epiphany.  Those who pay that close attention to the rhythms of our worship life were no doubt confused to see the Collect of the Day, where we admit our weakness to God and our desire to follow all His teachings, but the wrong readings.  This was intentional, and I will explain in a moment.  Our seminarian will have different concerns, though.  On the holy mountain we call Sewanee, he is learning that minor feasts NEVER trump the Lord’s Feast Days, right?  And Casey is also learning there is sometimes a conflict between pastoral application and theological understanding.  Right?  So, I had an issue this week.  How do I remind us all of the Feast of Bishop Charles Todd Quintard, sum up the unexpected sermon series that has focused on our charisms and our evaluation of their use and success, and not set a bad example for Casey?  To be clear, we are celebrating the Sixth Sunday after the Epiphany, but I used the rector’s prerogative to use other readings from Scripture.  It just so happens I selected the readings that are appointed for our church’s observation of Quintard’s feast day.  In other words, if I prayerfully discerned correctly, y’all will get the preaching and teaching you need, and Casey will not be misled!  More likely, I know, some of you are wondering who is this Quintard dude, and why does the priest think we need to talk about him?  I’ll explain that in a few minutes, too!

     Our Gospel lesson I chose today leaps ahead to chapter 14 of Luke.  Jesus is at the dinner where He famously watches how people seat themselves at the dinner and then teaches on it.  Jesus encourages those who truly love God to sit at the seats of least honor, promising that those who are exalted will be humbled and that those who are humble will be exalted.  Jesus goes on to encourage His dinner party to invite those who can repay by means of invitations of their own to these kinds of dinner parties.  In response to Jesus’ teachings, one of the men at the party declares that anyone who eats bread in the kingdom of God will be blessed.  It sounds a bit innocent to our ears, but it reflects one of the teachings regarding Messiah and a warped sense of no obligation.

     I have explained enough that you may be sick of hearing it, but one of the threads of teaching surrounding Messiah was that He would be God’s steward on earth.  Messiah would be like David and Solomon, but far more grand.  As good as life was under those to messiahs, other small “a” anointed men of God, the Messiah would establish a long reign of peace and prosperity.  Enemies would be put down.  Persecution would be put down.  Israel would be glorified by the nations because of God’s obvious provision.

     The sad part of this understanding was that it assumed that one lived a lottery life.  What I mean by that is, if one was not alive when Messiah came, one missed out on all the blessings of His reign and rule.  In that case, the best that one could hope for was the knowledge that one’s descendants would participate in Messiah’s reign.  Now, please understand, I am oversimplifying some of this.  I want you to understand one reason why faithful Jews did not understand Jesus and did not see Him as the Messiah of God.  I also want to simplify your understanding so you can see why this dinner guest’s proclamation is, at best a cop out on his responsibilities as a son of Abraham, or, at worst, a societal/socio-economic belief that the poor get what they deserve in this life.

     Jesus responds to the declaration of this other gift with yet another famous parable.  We are two years into a pandemic and do not do dinner parties like we used to in the old days, so I struggled with a modern example.  Today is Super Bowl Sunday, and I understand that, perhaps the most famous Tennessean ever, Dolly Parton, will be in a couple commercials this evening during the game.  So, imagine Dolly Parton invited you to her Super Bowl Party today.  I won’t ask for a show of hands, but if her party started during church, how many of you would be skipping church for that party?  Lucky for all y’all, we have confession and absolution in a few minutes, huh?

     I get it.  We’d all go.  Those who felt really guilty might even ask me if we could do church at her party.  As hostess, Dolly is planning quite the event.  There has to be enough food and drink.  People need to be seated at places in order to foment conversations.  There needs to be enough televisions.  And there needs to be diversions for those who do not like football but love parties.  Maybe she has a room with the puppy or kitten bowl on in there.  And maybe, because it is a pandemic and we think better of these things, she makes the party available online to those for whom a gathering would be a bit too dangerous.  Think of all the planning she has to do if just the 80 of us at the two services agree to show up.  Now, imagine the big day arrives, and we start giving Dolly lame excuses.  How mad and disappointed do you think she would be?  If we were hosting a smaller dinner party, how disappointed would we be?  We all understand emergencies, but these excuses are the very opposite of emergencies.  The host rightly interprets the rejections as being blown off.  He went to all the planning and expenses, and nobody can be bothered to come, after all of them first accepted his invitation.

      So, the man sends his slave into the lanes and streets of the town and instructs him to bring in the undesirables of life in civilization.  “Bring in the poor, the crippled, the blind, and the lame.”  The slave is obedient and does as he is instructed, but the dinner party was huge.  Even with all those undesirables present, there is space for more.  So the host sends the slave to go to the roads and lanes and compel people to come in to fill his house.  Then comes the horrible pronouncement: “For I tell you, none of those who were invited will taste my dinner.”

     We can certainly understand the host’s anger, can we not?  If you have ever gone to the work of hosting a party and had people forget or blow you off, you may know this anger even better.  The problem for those whom Jesus is addressing is that they are treating God the very same way those invited to the feast in Jesus’ parable are treating the host.  At best, the man who makes the pronouncement is blind to God’s teaching on how faithful Jews are called to treat their fellow sons and daughters of Abraham.  At worst, he is kicking the can down the road and saying, in effect, “well, at least those undesirables who eat bread in the kingdom of God will be blessed.”  Jesus, who is invited to this party because He is a famous Teacher and a worker of signs, is being ignored, much like His Father in heaven.

     All that, of course, leads me back to both our own struggles with our responses to God’s gifts in our lives and His invitation and, just as importantly, our recognition of His heart and His desire that we invite everyone to His feast on His behalf.  It’s a lot, isn’t it?  I mean, if the wrong people start accepting His invitation, we might be perceived as one of them!  And what if, heaven forbid, they start coming to our church and our party?  What will the neighbors think?

     Thankfully, we Adventers have a wonderful manifestation of Christ’s love for the world in our midst.  At the beginning of this, I reminded us all that we celebrate the Feast of Charles Todd Quintard this Wednesday.  Quintard is famous in the liturgical church world for a number of reasons, but he is famous around here because he was the second rector of this parish.  He inherited a parish that had jettisoned pew rents because its members thought such rents excluded the poor.  If you have ever been mad about stewardship, you have your spiritual forebears at Advent to blame.  Before we and a couple of other churches burst on the scene in the early to mid-1800’s, churches rented pews to families to figure out their budgets.  The problem, of course, was that if you could not afford a pew, or all the pews were rented, you could not sit on a pew during the service.  Now you know why pew boxes look eerily similar to box seats at old baseball stadiums.  For my part, I sometimes wish we could go back to that system.  Can you imagine what I could charge for those pews in the back rows today?

     We laugh, but our reputation was already that we were a congregation that allowed “those people” to sit among them.  We were willing to go into the lanes and streets and invite those who normally would not be invited.  We added to that reputation by becoming the first parish to let our slaves join us in worship.  Again, just to remind us of the context, they lived in Nashville. . .  in the 1850’s.  Civil War was brewing.  Livelihoods were threatened.  And we crazy Adventers, led by then Rector Quintard and our Vestry, voted to let our slaves come to church with us.  To be clear, we are not talking about full integration in any sense of the word.  The slaves were expected to sit off by themselves among the other slaves.  And we declined to allow the slaves of slave owners who were not members to attend our church and sit with our slaves.  But, in the middle of 1850’s Nashville, there was a church that had blacks and whites worshipping together.  Imagine that scandal!  Now we were a church that allowed poor people and slaves to come worship God with us!  Talk about living the Gospel lesson we read today!

      Our reputation was that we were “Yankee Sympathizers,” lead by our known “Yankee Sympathizer,” Charles Todd Quintard.  Such was his reputation, and ours, that he was rejected by the 1st Regiment when he applied to be surgeon and chaplain.  Just to remind those of us who know his story, Quintard was a medical doctor before he met Bishop Otey, who convinced him he was called by God to be a priest.  Quintard began serving a group of what you and I would call irregulars or mercenaries.  I thought of Mary-Clyde this week as I read that detail for the first time, they were called something like the Rock-City Warriors, so I laughed about the Rockhounds who meet here monthly.  That group was eventually merged into the 1st Regiment, and they led the charge that Quintard still be their doctor and pastor.  Eventually, despite the mistrust of the officers, Quintard was given a commission serving as both surgeon and chaplain of the 1st Regiment.  The rest is, as they say, history, but is a history worthy of several human beings rather than just one.

     After serving the 1st Regiment, and POW’s, faithfully.  Then rector Quintard was elected the second bishop of Tennessee.  In part, because of his work with POW’s, northern bishops came to his consecration.  It was a momentous occasion for the country.  For the first and only time, the Episcopal Church appeared on page 3 of the New York Times.  The authors wrote that if the Episcopal Church, which had been seemingly torn asunder by the advent of war, could reconcile and come back together, maybe, just maybe, there was hope that our country could do the same.  Imagine, New York Times authors hoping the church, our church, could lead the country toward reconciliation and finding hope in our own!

     One of then Quintard’s ministries was appointed by the House of Bishops.  He was tasked with the effort to stem the flow of freed slaves into what would become the American Methodist-Episcopal Church.  Quintard’s reputation as a known “Yankee Sympathizer,” made him the man to lead that effort on behalf of our church in the South.  He began the process of planting what would become, and still are, cardinal black churches in Georgia, Mississippi, and Alabama.  In his discussions with those men (sorry, ladies, we did not ordain women in those days), he realized it was the very opposite of pastoral to force freed salves to train for ministry with the sons of their former masters.  Although these men were of great faith and full of forgiveness, and eventually ordained to the priesthood, forgetting was another matter.  So, Bishop Quintard commissioned the creation of the first seminary for freed slaves and their descendants on what we think of as the Fisk University campus.  Was it ideal?  No, Quintard lamented that in his writings.  Was it segregation?  Not in the sense our 21st century ears hear the word.  The freed slaves had to have an experience apart from their former masters and their sons.  Quintard likened it to God’s work with Israel during the Exodus.  And it was his hope and expectation that, one day, those called to ordained ministry would be gathered back into one seminary flock, where the students would, as they always have, been drawn into true fellowship and collegiality by the Lord Jesus Christ.

     I see some expression of wow.  I intended to end with this part of Quintard’s life, but I think we could all do with a quick, but fuller, reminder.  Although all of that was enough in that day and age for us to consider Quintard a saint, it was not nearly the end of his work.  In his spare time, Quintard became vice-Chancellor of Sewanee and began the rebuilding process required after its destruction during the war.  Adventers provided the seed money for what would become the vice-Chancellor/bishopric on top of the Holy Mountain.

     Once his task on top of the mountain was completed, Quintard moved the bishopric to Memphis.  He invited a convent of nuns to move into his former residence.  You and I know those faithful ladies as “Constance and her Companions.”  In truth, many more Companions of Constance than her fellow sisters died in answer to Quintard’s requests.  When Yellow Fever broke out in Memphis, a former medical doctor turned overseer of the church was in residence.  We live in a pandemic and so likely understand all the anxieties that the people in Memphis felt during their plague far better now than we did three years ago.  But, Bishop Quintard mustered the church to minister to the community of Memphis.  Former Yankee soldiers, who knew Quintard from the war, answered his call for help and provided essential sacramental services, even though it cost some their lives.  Constance and her fellow sisters answered the call, though it cost most of them their lives.  Other Christians, whose names and work are known to God alone, answered the call.  Some responded by writing checks to support the work being done especially for the newly orphaned and newly widowed.  Others fervently prayed that God would protect His servants and ensure they glorified Him in their work and ministry.  And now you are reminded, or have learned for the first time, why we remember Bishop Quintard each February 16.

     We have been speaking for some weeks about the gifts of the Holy Spirit, and their exercise to the glory of God.  Adventers have wrestled with the Scriptures and with me over things like whether they even have them, whether their use has been faithful enough based on the results, and whether they really are one of those benefits of His passion, as we remind ourselves in one of our weekly Eucharistic prayers.  We have even wrestled a bit about whether we really are called to fight insurmountable evils in our communities or lives, knowing that we will likely fail “to make a meaningful difference” or “meaningful change.”  We have been having this conversation and teaching and wrestling in the midst of the season after the Epiphany, when we intentional remind ourselves that God manifested His grace in love in the face of Christ Jesus, our Lord and Savior, and that He promises to continue to manifest that same grace in us for the benefit of those around us.

     For us, we have an amazing example!  Each and every one of you who attend this church regularly know the challenges and rewards and everything associated with being an Adventer.  You ruefully laughed when we joked about the Vestry making good and bad decisions because you have been on Vestries that did the same thing.  You struggled between guffawing and getting rid of that spiritual wedgie when I remarked that the word “slave” could easily be replaced with “teenager” and capture the sentiments of the arguments in favor and in opposition to allowing them to worship.  Some of you cringed at the idea of trying to live in Nashville in the 1850’s and being known as, or a close associate of, “Yankee Sympathizers.”  You know these things because you are the inheritors of those decisions.  It is, to speak loosely, in all our spiritual DNA’s.  We understand that our Father calls all human beings to the Wedding Feast, and we ruefully understand that faithful witness to His calling on our lives means the world will not always esteem us or even respect us.  Yet we also understand that we are called to be obedient to the One who created us and called us to be His children, the same One who called us and empowered us to love others into His kingdom, especially those whom the world will not love.

     Unlike other parishes, though, you and I know the people who preceded us in this parish.  They were just like us.  They had glorious successes and terrible failures, but look what happened when they let God lead them in their lives!  If you read the excerpts of Quintard and our parish in A Cloud of Witnesses, or Lesser Feasts and Fasts, or Holy Women, Holy Men, you would think the Church esteems Quintard and Adventers for their work to rebuild Sewanee because of their commitment to an Episcopal education.  I mean, it was a good work.  Our spiritual ancestors at Advent made it possible.  But that is the wrong focus for our church and for ourselves.  I have only shared the barest summary today regarding their work.  Those of you in Bible studies and other groups know there is so much more to the stories.

     In the end, Quintard’s life, and the lives of those Adventers and others for whom he shepherded, taught, and cared, are determined not by their competence or excellence or supernatural morality.  The measure of their lives was determined by God, who blessed their faithful obedience in ways that exceeded anything they could have asked or accomplished on their own.  And those choices and God’s blessing served not only as a light in the mid -1800’s, but even to us.  You see, like that song we should always sing on All Saints’ Day, where we sing to God that we want to be one too, we know that God can take a normal Adventer and create an example for righteous living in the darkest of times.  That is not to say that our forebears were holy and perfect--far from it!  But they trusted that the One who was perfect, the One who loved them to His death, was the One who would see to it that they had everything they needed to glorify Him in their midst.  If He can do that for an Adventer then, we know He can do it for us!  If He was faithful in His promises to our spiritual ancestors, we know we can trust Him to be faithful to His promises to us!

     I would end the sermon there, as it is a great place to stop, but I remind us all of these stories today for a couple other purposes besides encouraging us.  Those of you who work with others who attend other Episcopal parishes may find yourself in the midst of passionate discussions over whether what Quintard did was worthy of inclusion in our canon of Episcopal saints.  If all we measured was his work at Sewanee, there is far less to defend him.  In a time where we are considering the appropriateness of certain saints, let us encourage folks to consider the contexts and all the accomplishments.  Should Adventers have allowed other slaves to worship with them?  Should they have intermingled with the slaves that came to worship?  Of course.  But place yourself in that time in that place, and look at the outcome of their decisions.  Do you think they or Quintard expected the work after the Civil War?  Do you think those Adventers in 1850 could have ever imagined their first steps would lead to a seminary to form freed slaves and their descendants for the priesthood in our Church?  Like all the saints in the Scriptures and in the wider canon, they were flawed human beings.  They were grasping at those things they saw dimly, but that they saw so much better than those around them in Nashville.  When they failed, like us, they repented, and asked God to guide them, lead them, and empower them.  In return, God asked for their faithful obedience, for them to go into the streets and lanes of Nashville and invite those they found to His feast, and they obeyed.  That faithful obedience cost them.  It was cross-bearing in ways you and I cannot understand with 21st century eyes and hearts, but it was faithful.  And their faithful obedience blessed not just who sit here now claiming their mantle, but it blessed this city, it blessed a rebuilding section of the country, and it even blessed those in our state who would face an existential plague some years later.  And through it all, they trusted and bore their crosses, knowing they would be redeemed by the One who called them.  Few can argue that His love was not manifested in their obedience.

     The other reason I share the story is that some of you will be participating on Zoom in the various Liturgy Committee meetings for General Convention.  Among those discussions will be what figures should be included and what figures should be excluded.  In some places, there is a desire to waive all waiting periods.  In other places, there is a desire to judge past figures with modern sensibilities.  For some odd reason, people in our church think we are necessarily better and smarter than those who came before.  In one sense, I really could care less whether the effort to remove Quintard is successful.  He has gone to his reward, and I am certain he has not only won the crown of glory, but that pastoring Adventers earned him an extra gem or three!  But, it has always fallen to those local to the saints to be the ones who shared their stories, who memorialized their work, to teach the rest of the Church about their lives.  It therefore falls to us to remind the Church in which we minister of the work Quintard and Advent did in those days.  Might they ignore our stories and determine their opinions are more important than the facts?  Of course.  But, who knows what seeds will be planted, what faithful obediences will be encouraged, what glory to God will come from something so simple as sharing the life of our parish?  We, better than many parishes, can testify to God’s blessing on faithful obedience.  He blessed Advent in its effort to include the poor.  He blessed Advent in its effort to include slaves in worship.  He blesses Advent in its work to fight food insecurity.  He blesses Advent in its work to care for those struggling mental illnesses.  And, as He has always done, He will bless all who are faithfully obedient to His calls!

 

In Christ’s Peace,

Brian†

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