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A Service of Prayer for the Nation Homily given by the Rt. Rev Mariann Budde

A Service of Prayer for the Nation Homily

by | Jan 22, 2025

O God, you made us in your own image and redeemed us through Jesus your Son: Look with compassion on the whole human family; take away the arrogance and hatred which infect our hearts; break down the walls that separate us; unite us in bonds of love; and work through our struggle and confusion to accomplish your purposes on earth; that, in your good time, all nations and races may serve you in harmony around your heavenly throne; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

Jesus said, “Everyone then who hears these words of mine and acts on them will be like a wise man who built his house on rock. The rain fell, the floods came, and the winds blew and beat on that house, but it did not fall, because it had been founded on rock. And everyone who hears these words of mine and does not act on them will be like a foolish man who built his house on sand. The rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell—and great was its fall!” Now when Jesus had finished saying these things, the crowds were astounded at his teaching, for he taught them as one having authority, and not as their scribes.
Matthew 7:24-29

Joined by many across the country, we have gathered this morning to pray for unity as a nation—not for agreement, political or otherwise, but for the kind of unity that fosters community across diversity and division, a unity that serves the common good.
Unity, in this sense, is the threshold requirement for people to live together in a free society, it is the solid rock, as Jesus said, in this case upon which to build a nation. It is not conformity. It is not a victory of one over another. It is not weary politeness nor passivity born of exhaustion. Unity is not partisan.

Rather, unity is a way of being with one another that encompasses and respects differences, that teaches us to hold multiple perspectives and life experiences as valid and worthy of respect; that enables us, in our communities and in the halls of power, to genuinely care for one another even when we disagree. Those across our country who dedicate their lives, or who volunteer, to help others in times of natural disaster, often at great risk to themselves, never ask those they are helping for whom they voted in the past election or what positions they hold on a particular issue. We are at our best when we follow their example.

Unity, at times, is sacrificial, in the way that love is sacrificial, a giving of ourselves for the sake of another. Jesus of Nazareth, in his Sermon on the Mount, exhorts us to love not only our neighbors, but to love our enemies, and to pray for those who persecute us; to be merciful, as our God is merciful, and to forgive others, as God forgives us. Jesus went out of his way to welcome those whom his society deemed as outcasts.

Now I grant you that unity, in this broad, expansive sense, is aspirational, and it’s a lot to pray for—a big ask of our God, worthy of the best of who we are and can be. But there isn’t much to be gained by our prayers if we act in ways that further deepen and exploit the divisions among us. Our Scriptures are quite clear that God is never impressed with prayers when actions are not informed by them. Nor does God spare us from the consequences of our deeds, which, in the end, matter more than the words we pray.

Those of us gathered here in this Cathedral are not naive about the realities of politics. When power, wealth and competing interests are at stake; when views of what America should be are in conflict; when there are strong opinions across a spectrum of possibilities and starkly different understandings of what the right course of action is, there will be winners and losers when votes are cast or decisions made that set the course of public policy and the prioritization of resources. It goes without saying that in a democracy, not everyone’s particular hopes and dreams will be realized in a given legislative session or a presidential term or even a generation. Not everyone’s specific prayers—for those of us who are people of prayer—will be answered as we would like. But for some, the loss of their hopes and dreams will be far more than political defeat, but instead a loss of equality, dignity, and livelihood.

Given this, is true unity among us even possible? And why should we care about it?

Well, I hope that we care, because the culture of contempt that has become normalized in our country threatens to destroy us. We are all bombarded daily with messages from what sociologists now call “the outrage industrial complex,” some of it driven by external forces whose interests are furthered by a polarized America. Contempt fuels our political campaigns and social media, and many profit from it. But it’s a dangerous way to lead a country.

I am a person of faith, and with God’s help I believe that unity in this country is possible—not perfectly, for we are imperfect people and an imperfect union—but sufficient enough to keep us believing in and working to realize the ideals of the United States of America—ideals expressed in the Declaration of Independence, with its assertion of innate human equality and dignity.

And we are right to pray for God’s help as we seek unity, for we need God’s help, but only if we ourselves are willing to tend to the foundations upon which unity depends. Like Jesus’ analogy of building a house of faith on the rock of his teachings, as opposed to building a house on sand, the foundations we need for unity must be sturdy enough to withstand the many storms that threaten it.

What are the foundations of unity? Drawing from our sacred traditions and texts, let me suggest that there are at least three.

The first foundation for unity is honoring the inherent dignity of every human being, which is, as all faiths represented here affirm, the birthright of all people as children of the One God. In public discourse, honoring each other’s dignity means refusing to mock, discount, or demonize those with whom we differ, choosing instead to respectfully debate across our differences, and whenever possible, to seek common ground. If common ground is not possible, dignity demands that we remain true to our convictions without contempt for those who hold convictions of their own.

A second foundation for unity is honesty in both private conversation and public discourse. If we aren’t willing to be honest, there is no use in praying for unity, because our actions work against the prayers themselves. We might, for a time, experience a false sense of unity among some, but not the sturdier, broader unity that we need to address the challenges we face.
Now to be fair, we don’t always know where the truth lies, and there is a lot working against the truth now, staggeringly so. But when we do know what is true, it’s incumbent upon us to speak the truth, even when—and especially when—it costs us.

A third foundation for unity is humility, which we all need, because we are all fallible human beings. We make mistakes. We say and do things that we regret. We have our blind spots and biases, and we are perhaps the most dangerous to ourselves and others when we are persuaded, without a doubt, that we are absolutely right and someone else is absolutely wrong. Because then we are just a few steps away from labeling ourselves as the good people, versus the bad people.

The truth is that we are all people, capable of both good and bad. Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn astutely observed that “The line separating good and evil passes not through states, nor between classes, nor between political parties, but right through every human heart and through all human hearts.” The more we realize this, the more room we have within ourselves for humility, and openness to one another across our differences, because in fact, we are more like one another than we realize, and we need each other.

Unity is relatively easy to pray for on occasions of solemnity. It’s a lot harder to realize when we’re dealing with real differences in the public arena. But without unity, we are building our nation’s house on sand.

With a commitment to unity that incorporates diversity and transcends disagreement, and the solid foundations of dignity, honesty, and humility that such unity requires, we can do our part, in our time, to help realize the ideals and the dream of America.

Let me make one final plea, Mr. President. Millions have put their trust in you. As you told the nation yesterday, you have felt the providential hand of a loving God. In the name of our God, I ask you to have mercy upon the people in our country who are scared now. There are transgender children in both Republican and Democrat families who fear for their lives.

And the people who pick our crops and clean our office buildings; who labor in our poultry farms and meat-packing plants; who wash the dishes after we eat in restaurants and work the night shift in hospitals—they may not be citizens or have the proper documentation, but the vast majority of immigrants are not criminals. They pay taxes, and are good neighbors. They are faithful members of our churches, mosques and synagogues, gurdwara, and temples.

Have mercy, Mr. President, on those in our communities whose children fear that their parents will be taken away. Help those who are fleeing war zones and persecution in their own lands to find compassion and welcome here. Our God teaches us that we are to be merciful to the stranger, for we were once strangers in this land.

May God grant us all the strength and courage to honor the dignity of every human being, speak the truth in love, and walk humbly with one another and our God, for the good of all the people of this nation and the world.

 

by A Sermon by the Rt. Rev, Mariann Budde  | 

A Letter from Our Presiding Bishop Sean Rowe and Julia Ayala Harris

Dear People of God in the Episcopal Church:

Yesterday, Donald Trump was sworn in as president of the United States. We pray that he and all of our elected officials will, in the words of the Book of Common Prayer, have the wisdom and strength to know and to do God’s will and be filled with the love of truth and righteousness.

Even as we gave thanks for a peaceful transfer of power, we learned from news reports that the new presidential administration has issued a series of executive orders that are a harbinger of President Trump’s pledge to deport undocumented immigrants at a historic scale, restrict asylum, and direct other immigration actions. We read this news with concern and urge our new president and congressional leaders to exercise mercy and compassion, especially toward law-abiding, long-term members of our congregations and communities; parents and children who are under threat of separation in the name of immigration enforcement; and women and children who are vulnerable to abuse in detention and who fear reporting abuse to law enforcement.

As Christians, our faith is shaped by the biblical story of people whom God led into foreign countries to escape oppression. Exodus tells us the story of the ancient Israelites escaping slavery in the land of Egypt and wandering in the wilderness without a home. In Leviticus 19:33-34, God commands that we remember this sojourn as part of our own story of faith: “When an alien resides with you in your land, you shall not oppress the alien. The alien who resides with you shall be to you as the citizen among you; you shall love the alien as yourself, for you were aliens in the land of Egypt.”

Now, as Paul tells us in Ephesians 2:12-19, we are no longer aliens. Christ Jesus has made us citizens with the saints and members of the household of God. As we read in 1 Peter 2:9-12, we have received God’s mercy, and we must demonstrate this sacrificial love in our lives and deeds. Because our true citizenship is not here on earth but in heaven, we are called to transcend the earthly distinctions made among us by the leaders of this world. We must proclaim that the kingdom of heaven is promised to the persecuted and answer Christ’s call to welcome the stranger among us. 

This vision of God’s kingdom, this new reality, is the one to which we Christians are pledged in our baptism above any political preference or policy, and to which our church must bear witness through word and deed. This sacred call shapes both our churchwide commitment to stand with migrants and the ministries of congregations across our church who serve vulnerable immigrants and refugees in their communities.

Since the late 19th century, The Episcopal Church has followed this call by welcoming immigrants and refugees to the United States, and today, Episcopal Migration Ministries is one of 10 resettlement agencies through which refugees enter this country. Our Office of Government Relations is a persistent advocate for immigration resolutions adopted by General Convention, and works with ecumenical and interfaith partners to urge compassionate and humane policies that at the same time recognize the need to protect borders and address security threats. Thousands of Episcopalians participate in this ministry of advocacy through the Episcopal Public Policy Network.

As more immigration enforcement policy changes are announced, our churchwide ministries will continue to provide practical pathways to protect the most vulnerable among us. We invite you to join us by:

  • Advocating with our members of Congress by using this action alert to take action to protect immigrants, known as Dreamers, who were brought to the United States as children and have lived here most of their lives. The long-standing Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals program that offers a respite from the fear of deportation is at risk, and Congress must take action. 
  • Speaking out against anti-immigrant rhetoric and actions, including race-based targeting, vigilantism and violence, family division, and detention and deportation without charges or convictions. As Christians, we must stand against these expressions of hatred and fear with a clear witness to our sacred promise to respect the dignity of every human being.

Across our church, migrants are members of the Body of Christ and part of our congregations and communities, and our common life is richer thanks to their contributions. To our siblings who are at risk of deportation or of being separated from those you love, know that your story is our story, and your dignity is inseparable from our own. We stand with you, and we will face these challenges together.

As one church united in the Body of Christ, please pray especially for families who live under the shadow of separation, and for all who seek asylum for protection from persecution. Pray, too, for the people of our congregations and dioceses who work tirelessly to serve immigrants and refugees, and who now face new and heartbreaking challenges to their ministry.

Finally, as faithful Episcopalians have done for decades, please join us in giving generously to Episcopal Migration Ministries and its ministry with refugees seeking a new life in the United States.

In Christ’s Peace,
The Most Rev. Sean Rowe
Presiding Bishop

Julia Ayala Harris
President of the House of Deputies

by Sean Row and Julia Ayala Harris  | 

A Letter from our Bishop, Mark Stevenson

And Jesus said, ‘Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when was it that we saw you hungry and gave you food, or thirsty and gave you something to drink? And when was it that we saw you a stranger and welcomed you, or naked and gave you clothing? And when was it that we saw you sick or in prison and visited you?’ And the king will answer them, ‘Truly I tell you, just as you did it to one of the least of these who are members of my family, you did it to me.’”

~ Matthew 25:37-40

My Dear Siblings in Christ in the Diocese of Virginia:

I sit at my desk at the end of a momentous day; a day in which The Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., was remembered and celebrated across this nation and around the world, and a day in which this nation once again transferred authority from one democratically elected president to another.

Like many of you, I have watched and listened to speech after speech today, and public prayer after public prayer. I have been listening not just with the ears of an American citizen, but also with those of a disciple of Jesus, the Son of God. And while I am thankful for the safe and clear practices of democracy, I must say that I am troubled by much of what I heard in respect to how I am called to live as a follower of the One who defined power as love for others, and love as sacrifice of self-interest.

As Bishop and chief pastor of the Diocese of Virginia, I feel led to be direct about a couple of things in the days before us: First, every human being will be respected in our churches, regardless of race, creed, gender expression, nationality, or in any other category or classification of humanity. Every human being will be respected from our pulpits, in our pews, and through our ministries. Rhetoric in the public square that dehumanizes any person or group of people, or is designed to strike fear in people’s hearts, is contrary to the gospel and is to be called out as such.

Further, we are to remember that Jesus, Mary, and Joseph were themselves refugees (see Matthew 2:13ff), fleeing for their lives for a season. And, as Jesus points out without equivocation in Matthew 25, how we treat the stranger and those in need has a direct bearing on our relationship with God in heaven. Given these things, we must provide safety to the fearful and stand boldly against tyranny of speech or action.

And, I must say that the use of Christian language, or of any scriptural language, to advance a case that God values one nation in this day and time more than another is contrary to the gospel. For God so loved the world, not one people, that he sent Jesus to bring salvation.

My friends, Jesus is Lord – no one else. The Holy Spirit is the source of wisdom and comfort – not any political affiliation. Our Father in heaven is love and life – not any earthly ruler. We are the beloved of this God. All of us. And while none of us is worthy of that love, my prayer is that we do our best to honor it by our very lives.

Love Jesus. Embody justice. Be disciples. For we are the Diocese of Virginia.

Yours in Christ,

The Right Reverend E. Mark Stevenson, Bishop of Virginia

by Rt. Rev. Mark Stevenson  | 

St. Mark's and AIDS Ministry - a History and Call to Action

From Karen Hardison, Chair, Worship Team

 

Since our Sunday worship has moved to the fellowship hall, you may have noticed the two banners hanging to the right of the stage which commemorate two AIDS Rides that were undertaken and supported by St. Mark’s. As Sunday December 1, 2024 is the 36th annual World AIDS Day, this seems like an appropriate time to take a moment and reflect upon the first worldwide pandemic many of us recall, the role St. Mark’s has played, and where we might go from here.

 

We lived in a rather different world in the 1980’s…no gay characters on TV, no one openly serving in the military, no legal protections for gay folk, and certainly no marriage equality. When alarming numbers of gay men began experiencing unexpected and lethal illnesses, first in the large coastal cities, and soon everywhere, no one knew what was causing such sickness. The outbreak of illness was rapidly followed by an outbreak of fear and even hatred in the population at large. Some families turned their backs on their sons, gay men lost their jobs, their housing, even their health insurance, in the wake of the hysteria. When folks needed medical attention, they were often turned away and when they died, it was difficult to impossible to find a funeral home to take the body or a house of worship to conduct a service. It would be fair to say that what came to be called AIDS brought out the very worst in a good portion of our society.

 

But that’s not the whole story, because even as many families and society were gripped by fear and even bigotry, others rose to the occasion. First, it was predominantly gay men who stepped up; who cared for the sick, brought meals, raised money, bathed the wounds, sat bedside vigils, and buried the dead. Before long, others in the community stood beside them. The LGBTQ community did not wait for others to decide that these lives mattered. They showed the world what was possible when everyday folks truly acted heroically, making herculean efforts to support those living with, and dying with, AIDS.

 

And you’ll be pleased to know that St. Mark’s came forward and our people did their part too. You may know that many, many, funerals were held from St. Mark’s for gay men who died from AIDS related illnesses at a time when other churches would not do so. But that is not all that happened here. Folks from St. Mark’s were instrumental in the foundation of Richmond AIDS Ministry, one of the first AIDS Service Organizations in Richmond. People who were members here or would become members, were tireless in their service. They were nurses and social workers at the Infectious Disease Clinic at VCU; the Director of Client Services, the Chair of the Board, and numerous members of Care Teams at RAM; volunteers at the Richmond AIDS Information Network at Fan Free Clinic; and the Chair of the Central VA Chapter of The NAMES Project AIDS Memorial Quilt. Personally, and professionally, we had folks who were committed to seeing that those who were sick, those who died, and those they left behind, were loved and cared for, day and night, throughout the darkest times of the pandemic. Their actions, their lives, truly bore witness to what it means to be Christ unto your neighbor.

 

In the mid 1990’s the world changed dramatically with the introduction of the so called “AIDS cocktail.” The combination of antiviral drugs had an immediate impact. People infected with HIV or who had AIDS no longer faced a certain death sentence. A lethal disease became a manageable condition. That did not mean the involvement of St. Mark’s folks ceased. Money needed to be raised… money to support those living with HIV/AIDS, money for research, money for activism…and thus the AIDS Rides were born. Muti-day, long rides, that required riders and crews to care for them; folks of every size, shape, color, identity, and orientation, rode all over the US, and St. Mark’s was there. Look at the photo on the board beside the door in the fellowship hall. You’ll recognize some of the folks from that ride who continue to be part of our church family. And then go take a look at the banners. Look at the smaller squares on the banners. Those squares, the ones with the names handwritten upon them, were each carried by a St. Mark’s rider as they peddled mile after mile, determined that not one of these folks be forgotten. Please look at the names and hold each one and each rider in your heart and in your prayers.

 

And as WORLD AIDS Day approaches on December 1, 2024, please remember not only these folks and the faithful service of the people of St. Mark’s but lift up the 32 million who have died worldwide and the estimated 40 million (the majority of whom are women & girls), who live with HIV around the world today. We may hear less about HIV/AIDS than we did 30 years ago, but this pandemic is not over. Not all people have access to medication that makes transmission of the virus unlikely, nor to those medicines that allow for a high quality of life for those who have the virus. Support the work of our local free clinic, Health Brigade, as they continue to serve folks who are at considerable risk and lack the resources to access the support they need. And if you will, take a few minutes to write your members of the House and Senate in Washington, DC and let them know you are paying attention. Tell them that while it is a good thing that PEPFAR (President’s Emergency Plan for AIDS Relief, which was started by George W. Bush and has saved an estimated 25 million lives worldwide) was extended until March 2025, you expect them to work for full funding and a full five-year reauthorization. Tell them you still care, and you’ll be watching and praying. And having told them so, be sure you do indeed still care, and watch, and pray. St. Mark’s folks helped change a portion of our world once. Let’s extend our reach farther still and do so once again.

 

Karen

 

image of our AIDS Ride banners

by Karen Hardison  | 

Why St. Mark's?

From Fred Crowley, chair of the Parish Life Team

 

I was asked to share how I came to St. Mark’s and why I have chosen to stay:

         

How did I get to St. Marks?

By way of Mickie Jones, assisting with a community dinner, along with Beth and many others. From then on Mickie would call, tell me what was happening and when she needed me. 

 

I could not say no,

 

I had the pleasure of spending a lot of time with Mickie, Mandy, Beth and Marlene.

 

In 2015 When Beth and Marlene got married, I was asked to be there and help. I was not about to miss out on all that fun.

 

The truth is, I enjoyed you all so much that I wanted to be here. 

 

I had never been in a church where they served alcohol. Everything here was new to me, and I’m still catching on.  

 

Not to mention, Father David, Malinda and many others just kept saying, you just need to join our church at each event.

 

What makes me stay at St. Mark’s and drive the distance each week.

 

Simply put, each of you….

 

I’m so grateful for our clergy, Father David, Buck - who has hugged me every time he has seen me, Sarah, Dorothy, and now our beloved Father Benjamin. 

 

On the day George Floyd was murdered, I received a call from Mickie that morning with nothing but empathy and concern for me, and

then a call from Father David, after our conversation. I felt comforted. 

 

I had two of my friends call me, but no one from my previous church. 

I was comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time. Because I was having conversations about issues that were normally only discussed within my home. Especially not with anyone of a different race.

I was scared, angry and hurting.

 

It was clear God was telling me something, and a change was needed. 

Listening to many of you, like Karen, Howard, Malinda and others especially those in our J&A group. I feel like since there are real conversations on the issues here and that there will be change.

 

You all have made a difference, and you are making a difference in the lives that you touch.

 

And I grateful to be here and be a part of anything that St Mark’s is involved in.

 

The love and empathy, each of you have for others is what makes St. Marks the unique place that it is. It is the agape love that you all display here and outside of the walls of St. Mark’s that keeps St. Mark’s special.    

 

Thank you.

Fred

 

by Fred Crowley  | 

Why St. Mark's?

From Kent Slonaker

 

The phone rang the other day, and it was Malinda. She asked, “Would you be willing to talk…” and before she could go any further I replied “Yes!” Because let’s be honest, if there’s one thing I love to do, it’s talk. Then she explained that my talk would be directly related to our annual stewardship drive and my answer remained affirmative. She let me know that Howard would be in touch.

 

Howard called soon thereafter. He said, “We would like you to answer a question that can only be answered by you; why St. Mark’s to begin with, and why did I stay? So I got to thinking. How had I chosen this parish, and why have I remained?

 

Well, I came here to find a husband. No, seriously. I was newly single, living in the Fan, and ready to build a life that was based on my choices. I am a cradle Episcopalian, and have always felt at home in it, but the suburban church I was raised in just didn’t have much appeal to me. So I decided to shop around. As a Richmond native, I already had preconceptions about the Episcopal churches around here. I will not share my mother’s views on any of them, but I quickly narrowed the field to three and started with St. Mark’s. You all have been stuck with me off and on ever since.

 

It wasn’t until about five years ago that I really became engaged here, and like most beginnings, it followed swiftly on the heels of an ending. My mother succumbed to a long illness in 2019. During her last few months, Buck was kind enough to come visit her at our home. Buck sounds exactly like my mother’s father, and they hit it off.

 

When she died, the rector at her church was away on vacation and there was no assistant at that time and so we were in need of an officiant, There was a Baptist preacher from my brother-in-law’s church who would have happily and I am sure ably presided, but we all agreed that my mother, ever the traditional Virginia Episcopalian that she was, might not be thrilled at that prospect. So I asked Buck, and he and David were there at All Saints and Hollywood for her

service and it was beautiful. Buck and David worked together like an old married couple, and between David’s ears and Buck’s tongue, they proved perfect for the moment.

 

About a year later I was at an extremely low point in my life. David and Sarah were there for me at a very critical time. At a moment when kin had proven to incapable of caring, they did. Benjamin has continued that relationship of support and understanding. It is not maudlin to say that I am not only here at St. Mark’s because of them, but also simply “here”.

 

My fellow parishioners have also been a tremendously supportive and caring influence, and I cannot imagine things without this chosen family. I don’t know if I can ever give as much as I have gotten, but I try to every day. I am thankful to worship and serve with this church

 

Kent

 

post script - after Kent's Sunday testimony someone came up to me and commented on what a wonderful talk it was but they couldn't remember his name and said, "he's our bike minister - right?" I thought it a perfect title. Kent created, organized and with Ed's help implemented a bike donation ministry that supplied 24 bikes for Rag & Bones, a local collective that repairs and provides bikes at no or low cost to those in need, as well as training young people to repair bikes. They were thrilled and commented that they didn't realize there was a church in Richmond that knew who they were and what they did for the community. They do now, thanks to Kent - they know St. Mark's. Good on ya Kent, Minister of Bicycles!

by Kent Slonaker  |