"Those who find their life will lose it, and those who lose

their life for my sake will find it." It is so hard to let go, isn't it? We are

adept at controlling our lives. We love the security of being in control, of

having the dominion to achieve our wants and desires. Now, Scripture this

morning is telling us to lose our life in order to find it. All that control

that we hold so dear...we are being encouraged to let go. To let go, so we can

trust the path that leads to the fullest life. Let's look at a few examples to

help us understand control and what it feels like to let go.

I'm going to start with an amusing story about myself -

always good to be able to laugh at our own foibles. For more than 40 years, pregnant

women have relied on the book

What to

Expect When You're Expecting, which provides both explanation and comfort

around the many facets of pregnancy. I still remember words of advice from this

book. I remember reading about the importance of letting others help after the

baby is born, because, of course, so much time and effort is-needed to take

care of a new, precious life. Specifically, one suggestion the book makes is

letting others load the dishwasher after a meal AND, most importantly, letting

them load the dishwasher the way they choose to load it! Perhaps, some of you

are like me....I do have a certain way of loading the dishwasher - in my mind it

is logical and efficient. I'm guessing my husband, Gary, is smiling as I tell

this story because perhaps he has seen me move around a few dishes after he has

loaded the dishwasher. I really did try to let go in those days following the

births of my sons, but, old habits are hard to break. I know I need to learn to

trust that those dishes will get cleaned just fine however the dishwasher is

loaded.

Another example around control that comes to mind is a great

episode from the tv show

Frasier. I

still watch the reruns of this comedy - a great way for me to relax in the

evening before I go to bed. For those of you who are not familiar,

Frasier is about a psychiatrist, named

Frasier, who has a radio show where people call in for advice. Frasier has a

brother, Niles, who is a psychiatrist, also, but has a private practice. In

this particular episode entitled "Shrink Rap", Frasier is feeling a desire to

going back to seeing patients, and so Frasier and Niles decide to go into private

practice together. But, their sibling rivalry, which is quite comical, is so

intense that the partnership is a disaster. So, they decide to see a couple's

therapist. The therapy does not go well. So, the therapist decides to try an

activity to develop trust. One brother is to stand in front of the other and then

fall backwards into his brother's arms...a tangible example of letting go and

trusting. Niles goes first, but he can't bring himself to fall backwards. Then,

Frasier tries, but he can't bring himself to fall backwards, either. The

therapist steps up to demonstrate, hoping he can convince them that they can do

it. But, when the therapist falls backwards, Nile and Frasier are so busy

glaring at each other in anger, neither of them catch the therapist and, so, he

falls to the floor. Ah, but imagine, trusting...letting go...falling back, and being-embraced

by loving arms.

I'd like to offer one more example, a timely example. When I

arrived at St. Paul's in the fall of 2015, we had an open Assistant Rector

position. In December, I received a resume from a seminarian who would be

graduating in May of 2016. That seminarian was Jessie Dodson. I interviewed her when she was in the area

over her Christmas break and I thought, huh, I may have just hit the jackpot. I

brought her back for a day of interviews with the Search Committee, Vestry and

Staff, we heard her preach, and the decision was unanimous - I was delighted to

make the call and offer her the position. But, she turned me down. WOW. I was

SO disappointed. How to let go? How to let go when you think you have just the

right candidate? Well, what happened? The Rev. Dale Grandfield happened. Dale

interviewed for the position and joined us in May of that year. We enjoyed

three years with Dale. And, in 2018, when the Rev. Rich Israel was retiring,

Jessie was once again, looking for a position, and on the second round, we got

her and have benefitted from and enjoyed her ministry with us for five years. It's

hard to say good-bye to Jessie. No one will replace her. But, someone new will

come along. We will benefit from a new relationship, while being ever grateful

for the time we had with Jessie.

Do these examples give some insight into the various ways we

control life? Do they help us feel, to experience that letting go - allowing

others to help, allowing others to lead, allowing a new path forward? We love

the security of being in control, of having the dominion to achieve our wants

and desires. We love the security of charting our own path, of controlling our

lives to achieve our own measure of importance, or our own measure of success. But

what do we lose in tightly controlling our lives?

We lose the ability to let God lead. God is-all-knowing. God

knows beyond our wishes and desires. God knows beyond the limits of our sight. When

we let go, and let God lead, we see new ways to love, new perspectives, new

opportunities, new ways to appreciate life and one another. When we let go, we

experience life in its fullness: the immensity, the complexity, the

inclusivity, the possibility, the rightness. Christ came to show us this path

forward. "Those who lose their life for my sake will find it." We are-meant to

let go, to be dependent on God - that is how we are-created. As a celebrated

preacher writes, "God's all-encompassing claim on our lives becomes our

comfort" (Lance Pape,

Feasting on the

Word

, Year A, Volume 3, p. 169). Let us let go and know that peace which

surpasses all understanding. Amen.

Good morning! Today, we have the honor of recognizing two wonderful occasions: Father's Day and Juneteenth, which are two unlikely occasions that in their own way represent the possibilities in human relationships. Is it possible to link these two powerful tributes today? In a reflection honoring my father, I realized that the way he raised his daughters by opening the door to the fullness of the world and encouraging us to step across the threshold into what appeared to be empty space was a matter of faith and love and a sign that we would be entering into an accepting society. My prayer for Juneteenth tomorrow is that all African American children will have Fathers confident of opening that door for their children. This hope for the future of children is creational.

I refer you to Genesis1:26, which is the first Creation story. God says: "Then let us make humankind in our image, according to our likeness....and in the summing verse, "So God created humankind in his image, in the image of God, he created them, male and female he created them. Notice, God says, "let us" and "our likeness" when referring to God's self. Notice that God "created them, "male and female." Women are made in God's image. Adam and Eve are equal in the "our-ness of God." Fathers and mothers, like Adam and Eve, are each made in God's image. There is no mention of the color of the male and female, nor the type of hair, eye color...just the word humankind, which reflects God's wonderful plan of diversity among all living things. There's no mention of defined roles by sex, color, sexuality...just the powerful description of "our" ...we are all in this together. Parenting has changed along with many other things. I give thanks for the equality of sex and parenting roles today, even as I know more progress is required.

Old fashioned Dads gave a lot to us kids. I celebrate my dad in a hundred ways, but, most importantly, I love the way, my dad navigated the burgeoning feminist movement, applied those lessons to his relationship with his wife and daughters. He challenged my mom to go to college when I was in high school, and he employed feminism to his daughters in every phase of their development. My dad had a way of opening a door to our futures while pointing to the figuratively big empty space on the other side while saying, "Go on, you can do it, cross over." He didn't tell us what to do or how to do it, but just "go forth into the world in joy and in seeing that of God in every person." I wish every child had a dad do that for them. I wish that the world was more accepting of every child going through that door as I experienced as a young white woman, despite the archaic challenges we face.

My Mom made me a fighter without pugnaciousness. I wasn't sure what that meant or how that might be used. My dad saw me as accomplished and spiritual. I always thought he and she over-rated me by a long shot. However, it wasn't long after I crossed the threshold that I understood where my parents' appraisal and reality began. The blessing of being over-rated is that you have a benchmark for life that becomes not a specific goal, but a way of life. I pray for all children to have Dads who over-rate them and who will have the faith that when they open the door to adulthood, a society will exist who will welcome them all. I pray that all children have a future of their deepest desire and a passion to unite that quest to the "One" to the "our" who created us and abides with us. Lord, let all children have wonderful Dads and a just society where their lives can be fulfilled.

The Genesis creation story is equally applied to the American family. We Americans are a household which is a place of dreams fulfilled and broken. The tragic favoritism of whites over African Americans is still playing the story over again in masked and unmasked forms. Our American family is still very much a dysfunctional family with many tragedies which demand all our efforts to sort out, correct, and heal. I look forward to the day when all Americans are singing America the Beautiful with the gratitude and soulfulness that the largely gay audience sang when the Supreme Court legalized same-sex marriage. Juneteenth is a day for the moment to celebrate the great political achievements of the Emancipation Proclamation, The passing of the 13th Amendment, the achievements of the Civil Rights movement and the progress of integration since then. However, we are reminded daily and painfully that the job is not done. The genius of the Civil Rights Movement was to invite white as allies in the cause. It replicated in human terms the fullness of God, God's name, "our." It is time now for whites to ask our black sisters and brothers with humility, with courage, and with eagerness, what is needed of us now, teach us what to do. Help us, Lord, to listen without defensiveness, argumentativeness, and, most importantly, with love.

The number of police killings since 2014 of African Americans added up, aroused fear and anger to new levels, and actually frightened many whites as well. We liberal whites who can face the truth are aghast, but we cannot seem to move. We are frozen like deer in the headlights. We cannot forget the names of those killed by the police and vigilantes because it smacks of the Jim Crow era. We cannot go backward. Let us pray for the fathers of Eric Garner, Michael Brown, Tamir Rice here in Cleveland, Eric Harris, Walter Scott, Freddie Gray, Alton Sterling, Philando Castile, Stephon Clark, Botham Jean, Breonna Taylor, George Floyd, Daunte Wright, and Patrick Lyoya. We are nowhere near the fulfillment of our dreams for a just society for all people. The creation of the world and all the wonders of life, especially with "humankind" and all the animals of the earth, tells us that God's desire is for a wondrous world filled with a wide variety of beings. Even in the story of the Great Flood and Noah's Ark, God commanded that representatives of all living things be brought into the Ark so that diversity would be preserved. God's plan seems to be unity within diversity, with even God self- referring as "Our." So, we whites need to stop resting in the achievements of the past decades and turn lovingly to our black sisters and brothers and earnestly apologize for our complacency and complicity. We can hope for forgiving for the sins of the generations of the past to the present, but we cannot hope or ask for forgetting. This can only be asked if we do the work to turn towards our black sisters and brothers and ask them what is required of us.

How can we turn this around?

This is the time to say that the Church must take a leading role in helping us to move forward. I highly recommend our Church's report on repairing the racial breach in church and in the larger society. It is "Realizing Beloved Community, a Report from the House of Bishops Theology Committee." The report emphatically states that understanding the roots and tentacles of white supremacy is essential for racial progress to occur. Elements of that process includes remorse and confession for the active and substantial role played by Christianity, the Anglican Communion, and The Episcopal Church in constructing, maintaining, defending, and profiting from this monstrous sin and scandal of racism. The report lays out a formal process to address this most pressing of issues. Our church is committing and so should we all. Fathers and Mothers unite in the "our-ness of our God" and lead our children to a new future so all may step through an open door into a society which has open arms. Amen.

The Rev. Jessie Gutgsell Dodson preached at our celebration of the Holy Eucharist on the Second Sunday after Pentecost.

The Rev. Brandon Ashcraft preached at our celebration of the Holy Eucharist on the First Sunday after Pentecost: Trinity Sunday.