Sunday, July 8, 2012

Thank You, St. Pete's.....Your prayers make us strong!


Homily July 8th 2012 – St. Peter’s Episcopal Church Purcellville, VA

When Tom mentioned  that the Liberia mission team was giving the homily today, it made me stop and think about our mission in terms of today’s Gospel reading.  In my mental and spiritual preparations for this trip, I have been contemplating, praying and asking God about the other St. Peter’s church.. the one in Liberia.  Now my prayers and hopes turn to this St. Peter’s congregation and what this mission trip means to us as a church family.
Pictured above:
Judy Hall
Member, Liberia Mission Team

Paul, Laurraine, Jim, Jaqueline, Tim and I represent this church community as we go out to Liberia.  We take with us the spiritual nourishment, prayers, and blessings of St. Peter’s Purcellville.  Every mission starts with where we come from, where we are spiritually, physically, and emotionally, and where we are in relationship with God and with those we go to serve.  

So often in Liberia it is very hard not to compare what we have in wealth, liberties, government structure, legal system, and social norms of justice to those of our fellow Christians in Liberia.  We are truly blessed to be in the United States of America in more ways that we can understand.  It is amazing the challenges other Christians face to accomplish the same goals all Christians have: to raise Christian families, to spread Christ’s word to others in our community, and to grow the culture of God-centered living in our country.

St. Peter’s Caldwell
So let me tell you a little bit about the other St. Peter’s in Caldwell, Liberia.  Liberia is on the west coast of Africa  where the continent juts out into the Atlantic Ocean.  Monrovia is Liberia’s national capital. It is a port city and near the spot where the first American born Africans landed to settle the country.  The St. Paul River flows into the Atlantic at this spot.  The river’s delta has formed several islands and some swampy areas which now make up the city and its suburbs.  To get to Caldwell from the port of Monrovia you need to cross the St. Paul River to the south.  Caldwell is a suburb to its nation’s capital.  It is a community made up of shanties and small cinderblock houses with no electricity or running water.  The homes, shops, and markets stretch out along deeply rutted dirt roads.  The land is flat in the river plain. 

The church is a cinderblock building situated in an open space (I would not call it a field) next to the St. Paul River.  The rail road track runs along the river at this point.  From the river’s edge you can see a small break in the trees up river on the north side that is the Bromley School. 

Inside the church the walls and ceiling are white.  There are wooden pews. Above the alter is a stained glass window of Jesus ascending while Peter watches from below.  Jesus looks very much like he does in the window at Good Shepherd, Bluemont.  The white Jesus with light brown hair and beard. There is only one main room and that is the sanctuary about the same size of ours.  The altar area is raised with the communion rail running straight across the front.  From the pews, the pulpit is high and on the left.  The choir is on the right in pews that face inward.   We sit in my favorite spot. In the left front pews.  There are a few American Episcopal Books of Common Prayer (1979) and 1982 Hymnals. 

Here I need to say something about Christianity in Liberia.  All the Christian churches, Episcopal, Catholic, Methodist, and Baptist are seeds of American Christianity.  Yes folks this is a country where Americans planted churches and church communities.  The Episcopal Church in Liberia is an off spring of the Episcopal Church in the United States. The first American Black Episcopal Bishop was the Bishop of Liberia Samuel Ferguson  at the beginning of the 20th century.

This church is stark compared to our church.  They do not have many of the trappings of worship that we take for granted.  No colorful vestments and hangings.  Not many books and no fliers or “weekly bulletins”. But the church is packed.    There is no mirror in the Sacristy so it is the job of the acolytes to dress the priest Father Gbe.  They have to be his mirror and make sure his is properly prepared to lead the worship service. He is mild mannered man, but like many Liberians when they start to preach they become very animated.

The trappings may be minimal but the church is high church. Everyone is very reverent and respectful during the service.  No running in and out of the sanctuary, no whispering or drawing or chatting. Communion  is taken very seriously.  Women are required to wear a head piece or hat if they want to take communion.  No one had told us – so I pulled out my trusty bandana and looked like aunt Jermima.  (put on head piece).  It was hard not to be awed by these people as they worshiped God with such passion and conviction. 

During the offertory they had an ingathering for the one room school house they were building on the property.  Like St Peter’s Purcellville, St Peter’s Caldwell is reaching out to the community around it. The hope was to have an elementary school for 30 community children, now we understand it serves 90 children and has to turn many away.

After Church we toured the one room cinder block building and meet with the vestry under an open air pavilion.  They were very eager to tell us their plans for rebuilding their church community after it was almost destroyed during the civil war which waged off and on from 1989 to 1997.

One of the most notorious warlords named Prince Johnson had his head quarters on the church property.  The old church building was bombed because he was using the area as an ammunitions dump.  Basically this church and it’s people were a battle ground for many cruel and gruesome war lords and the unruly bands of thugs they spawned.  When the vestry members were pointing out where there had been battles and bombings and war camps, it was so overwhelming that in classic Virginia tradition I blurted out.  “You guys need to put up some historical markers.”   


The people of St. Peter’s Caldwell are in many ways that same as the people of St. Peter’s Purcellville.  They are Christians who want to strengthen and grow the community of Christ.  We have the same spiritual traditions and share the same sacraments and creeds.  But they sit in two totally different cultures with very different resources.  The war has left the fabric of Liberian society torn.  There is a whole generation that knows nothing but war. Families have been ripped apart.  There is a generation who has been raised by the morals of war lords.  Corruption and graft are everywhere.

This is a country where the Christians are trying to bring the knowledge and love of Jesus Christ to a broken community.  They are trying to heal their country by raising up Christian communities and bringing the love of Jesus Christ to the children around them.  The task is so daunting it can only be accomplished with the Grace of God.  There is obviously no other option. 

What is our role as fellow Christians?  We have been sent out by Jesus Christ, to bring encouragement and help to the people of Liberia.  We take nothing with us but our flawed selves, our few gifts for their many needs, and our knowledge that God will prevail.  For it is the love of God that passes all understanding that provides hope for the poor, strength for the weak, and healing for the broken. 

When do we go?  We go NOW.  We do not wait until we are “ready” or trained.  What do we take?  We take ourselves.  We take who we are with all our flaws and weaknesses.  We go with our handkerchiefs for church hats and historical markers for healing battle scars.  We go out as Jesus Christ sends us, with nothing more than the knowledge of the love and power of God our Father, God the Son and God the Holy Ghost. 
Commissioning of the Liberian Team
Pictured from left to right: Jim Whalen, Jaqueline Whalen, Tim Hall, Judy Hall, Fr. Tom Simmons, Colleen Duffy (Team sponsor and stateside liason), Paul Miller, and Laurraine Landolt

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