In the Name of God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost. Amen.
I want to begin by thanking Fr Kyle your Rector for inviting me to be with you on Good Shepherd Sunday. I served as Rector here for seven years from 1978 to 1985, and years of blessing those were for me and my family and, I hope for the congregation. I have held this church in my loving prayers ever since: May the good Lord bless, protect and prosper you now and always. May you flourish in every way it is possible to flourish!
After 41 years of full time parish ministry, I retired – I should say my wife Nancy and I retired – in 2014. We live where we met, in Narragansett, RI, and we worship where we were married there over a half century ago, at Saint Peter’s-by-the-Sea. I have a story from St Peter’s that I believe well illustrates the work of our Lord Jesus as our Good Shepherd.
Several years ago, a man about my age, we’ll call him Tom, befriended us and invited us to join him and his wife in a play-reading group. It’s good fun, and a certain social life rotates with it. One day, however, Tom wanted to see me and talk personally and seriously, so I drove over to his house for a conversation with him and his wife. He revealed that he had been battling with cancer for over a decade, which few had known, and that the cancer had gained too much ground for him to continue his battle with it: he was starting at-home hospice care.
Tom’s wife was an attender at St Peter’s, but I didn’t recall seeing Tom with her. Nonetheless, Tom had been educated in Episcopal schools, was familiar with their chapel services, with the old Book of Common Prayer, the hymns, and other time-honored customs; but he had long since ceased regular church attendance.
I didn’t ask Tom why he had stopped with church, but he did say he hadn’t liked the changes in the Prayer Book, or some political sermons, or whatever. Very likely. The truth is, if you’re looking for a reason not to go to church, there are plenty available, and so I let this all pass. The further, deeper truth was, Tom wanted to receive the sacrament, to use what little time he had left to get in touch again with Jesus and his church. That was the heart of the matter.
While I demurred from acting as anything but a retired priest and friend, I did volunteer to contact our rector. But Tom said I needn’t do that; he would email him directly. To paraphrase him, he said this “poor old lamb needs to come back to the sheepfold…” That, I thought, was impressive. It was a simple statement of faith and fact spoken in a genuine crisis.
In today’s Gospel, Jesus says several of the things that describe him as The Good Shepherd, and today they involve him as the good shepherd who opens the gate of the sheepfold. The sheep, he says, know the true shepherd’s voice, and they do not heed the voice of strangers. Elsewhere, Jesus says “I AM the Good Shepherd,” meaning that he is the Lord God, I AM, who is the Shepherd of all Israel, and that there is one flock and one shepherd.
On the day before he died, Jesus said that as the Good Shepherd acting in perfect unity with his Father, he had power to lay down his life and power to take it up again. This is of course a reference to Jesus’s death and resurrection, his ultimate act on behalf of his sheep, for whom he lays down his life. There are images around this church of Jesus as the Good Shepherd. These images reflect the earliest Christian art and iconography. Clearly the image of The Good Shepherd spoke to the hearts of the early disciples and the church that grew up after them. Some of the images here show Jesus as a beardless Roman shepherd, with a sheep on his shoulders. I have always found these powerful and moving. When Tom in Narragansett referred to himself as a poor old lamb wanting to return to the fold, that was the very image that rose up in my mind’s eye. I thought of the risen Lord with Saint Peter by the lake, healing Peter’s triple betrayal by asking him three times if Peter loved him; and each time commanding him to feed, to tend, and again to feed his lambs and sheep, young and old, high and low, rich and poor.
The rector responded quickly and well to Tom’s email. He visited Tom within a few days, and they spoke and had Holy Communion in Tom’s home. Tom was not able to go out any more. He and the rector had significant pastoral conversation, and more than once. Tom’s wife was happy at what she witnessed. Would I, she asked, take some part in Tom’s funeral service when the time came for it? I would be honored, of course, the rector assigning me my place.
As it happened the time came quickly, not months but weeks, much quicker than Tom had first told me. The rector saw that Tom’s reaching out to the church was not a moment too soon, actually just in the nick of time. The night Tom died in his sleep, he told his wife he felt he was now all done, was right at the shore. And he did not linger.
St Peter’s, even in this strange time of Covid worries, was full of people for Tom’s funeral. The rector provided a most grace-filled service from the Book of Common Prayer and spoke of Jesus the Good Shepherd, of how there is joy over our desire to come home to him.
It was good to hear some of those Prayer Book phrases: “Acknowledge, we humbly beseech, a sheep of thine own fold, a lamb of thine own flock, a sinner of thine own redeeming. Receive him into the arms of thy mercy, into the blessed rest of everlasting peace, and into the glorious company of the saints in light.” And I thought of a prayer for the departed that wasn’t read but is always pertinent: “wash him in the blood of that immaculate Lamb who was slain to take away the sins of the world…that whatsoever defilements he may have contracted in the midst of this earthly life being purged and done away, he may be presented pure and without spot before thee…”
This story is one of many that show us what the church is for, whether St Peter’s in Narragansett or The Good Shepherd in Rosemont. May we always do what we can to assist in the care of our beloved Jesus, the Lamb of God who is our Good Shepherd. And, good brother Father Kyle, dearly beloved members and parishioners of The Good Shepherd, may many lambs find safety and pasture here in this venerable and lovely sheepfold.
In the Name of God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Ghost. Amen.