10 April 2016

Three questions from the Risen Christ …
but where are you going to see Jesus?

The Lamb of God on the throne ... a ceiling fresco in a monastery in Thessaloniki (Photograph: Patrick Comerford)

Patrick Comerford

Christ Church, Delgany, Co Wicklow,

Sunday 10 April 2016,

The Third Sunday of Easter.

10.30 a.m., The Parish Eucharist,

Readings:
Acts 9: 1-6, [7-20]; Psalm 30; Revelation 5: 11-14; John 21: 1-19.

In the name of the + Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, Amen.

I was looking back on old diaries last week, and I think the last time I preached here was almost 12 years ago [30 May 2004], when I spoke about my work at the time in the field of Muslim-Christian dialogue.

Since then, of course I have kept in touch with this area. There have been weekend walks on the shoreline in Kilcoole and Greystones, and then a recent lecture in Kilcoole on Sir Thomas Myles, and his role in key events 100 years ago.

Your rector [the Revd Nigel Waugh] has been a good friend for the past 20 years, and as the editor of the Church Review generously indulges me with a two-page spread each month, which, I suppose, provides me with my own modest claims to fame in this diocese, my own chance to introduce readers to my snatches of heaven, and which I like to think of as one of my little successes as a writer.

Which leads me to three questions I want to ask each of us this morning:

1, What is your idea of fame?

When I was a child, just as I was about to become a teenager, I became a keen autograph collector.

My uncle, who was my godfather, bought me an autograph book, and I set about eagerly seeking the autographs of great footballers, pop singers, movie stars – and my first girlfriend and my school friends – in the early 1960s.

The pop stars stopped being No 1 hits just as my taste in music matured. The footballers aged as I became more interested in rugby and cricket. The movie stars’ fame faded as my interests shifted to literature and poetry. My first girlfriend lost interest in me. I moved town, changed schools, lost touch with many childhood friends, and I lost that autograph book about the same time.

But I do remember basking in the light of Bobbie Charlton and Brendan Bowyer for a few weeks in my old schoolyard. I suppose I saw it as a sort of vicarious fame.

And I don’t suppose we stop behaving like that as adults with our own adult versions of autograph-hunting: asking authors to sign books … as if they had given them to us personally; standing in for ‘selfies’ with the good and the great … not that visitors looking at our photographs at home could ever imagine I am a personal friend of so many Popes or Patriarchs, Poets or Presidents.

But who do you want to be photographed with, and who will want to be photographed with you?

Who do you recognise, and who recognises you?

Would you recognise Jesus on that seashore that Easter morning?

Where do you see Jesus this morning?

Where do the refugees see Jesus when they land on the seashores of Greek islands like Lesbos and Samos?

I certainly hope they see the love of Jesus in the work of mission agencies such as Us or USPG, working with local people to help them in their plight.

The Apostle Paul, who at first found it difficult to recognise Christ (Act 9: 5), later describes Christ as the image of the invisible God (II Corinthians 4: 4; Colossians 1: 15; c.f. John 1: 18, 12: 45, 14: 9; Hebrews 1: 3), he is an icon or an image of God.

When these refugees look at those workers on those islands, I hope they see the image of Christ, the likeness of the Lamb, an image of the Good Shepherd?

2, What is your idea of heaven?

The Adoration of the Lamb from the Ghent Altarpiece by Hubert and Jan van Eyck … see Revelation 5: 11-14

There are places I go to regularly, that are part of my life story, and that I often think give me a little glimpse of what heaven must be like: the road out from Cappoquin towards the Vee, past my grandmother’s farm; the Cathedral Close in Lichfield, under a star-filled night sky in summer; the banks of the Slaney, between Bunclody and Enniscorthy, or further down as the river flows into Wexford Harbour; the beaches of Kilcoole and Greystones, Skerries and Portrane; the road from Iraklion to Rethymnon in Crete, facing the sun as it sets in the Mediterranean.

But what is your idea of heaven? … Fishing, Golf, Horses, a day’s sailing?

The refugees who arrive on our shores, the shores of the European Union member states, are fleeing their own hell on earth. Are they going to catch a glimpse of heaven when they arrive?

Or do they find we have priorities other than the Kingdom of God?

3, What do you mean by success?

The disciples that Sunday morning are not very successful, are they? (John 21: 3). So unsuccessful are they that they are willing to take advice from someone they do not even recognise (verse 4 ff).

The disciples are at the Sea of Galilee or Sea of Tiberias, back at their old jobs as fishermen. Peter, who denied Christ three times during his Passion, Thomas, who had initially doubted the stories of the Resurrection (see John 20: 24-29), Nathanael, who once wondered whether anything good could come from Nazareth (see John 1: 46), James and John, the sons of Zebedee, who once wanted so close to him that they wanted to be seated at his right hand and his left in the his kingdom, and two other disciples who remain unnamed … how about that for fame, lasting recognition and success?

They are back on the same shore where there once was so many fish, so much bread left over after feeding the multitude, that they filled 12 baskets (John 6: 1-13). There’s not so much fish around this time, at first. But then John tells us that after Christ arrives 153 fish were caught that morning (verse 11).

This number is probably a symbol meaning a complete number. The number 153 is divisible by the sum of its own digits, and it is the smallest number that can be expressed as the sum of cubes of its digits, since 153 = 13 + 53 + 33. Aristotle is said to have taught that there were 153 different species of fish in the Mediterranean.

Whatever they say, the disciples must have thought they had managed the perfect catch that morning.

But the perfect catch was Christ – and, of course, they were the perfect catch for him too. When they came ashore once again he invites them to share bread and fish, to dine with the Risen Lord (21: 12-13).

To eat with the Risen Lord and to invite others to the Heavenly Banquet, so that every creature in heaven and on earth and under the earth and in the sea can say ‘Amen’ before the Throne of God … now that’s what I call success (Revelation 5: 11-14).

Christ’s three questions

On the shore after daybreak, Christ breaks bread with the disciples and asks three searching questions of Peter

Those are my three questions. But Christ has three questions that he puts to Peter this morning. They appear a little confused or repetitive in most English translations, but the difference is clear in the original Greek.

In his first two questions to Peter, Christ uses the verb ἀγαπάω (agapáo).

CS Lewis talks in one of his books of The Four Loves:

The first, στοργή (storgé), is the affection of familiarity; the second is φιλία (philía), the strong bond between close friends; the third, ἔρως (eros), he identifies not with eroticism but with the word we use when we say we are in love with someone; and the fourth love is ἀγάπη (agápe), the love that takes no account of my own interests, that loves no matter what happens – it is the greatest of loves, it reflects the love of God.

Perhaps, the first time, Christ asks: “Simon son of John, do you love me more than you and your friends love one another but in the way God loves you?” (John 21: 15).

But Peter is either evasive or misses the point, and answers with a different verb: φιλέω (phileo): “I’m fond of you, I like you like a brother, I agree with you. I’m OK, you’re OK” (verse 15).

“OK,” says Christ, “feed the little ones the Good Shepherd welcomes into the fold” (verse 15).

Then a second time, we can imagine him asking more simply: “Simon son of John, do you love me the way God loves you?” (verse 16).

But Peter once again misses the point, and answers with the verb φιλέω (phileo): “I’m fond of you, I like you like a brother, I agree with you. I’m OK, you’re OK” (verse 16).

“OK,” says Christ, “look after those in the flock the Good Shepherd tends” (verse 16).

But then he asks a third question: “Simon, son of John, do you love me?” (verse 17).

Our English translations say Peter was upset, felt hurt, when Christ asked him a third time. We might be tempted to think this is because he was asked the same question repetitively, three times, that his answer was not listened to the first or second time round.

But this third time, Christ asks a different question, using Peter’s verb φιλέω (phileo), as if to ask: “OK Peter, do you love me as your brother?” (verse 17).

This time around, Peter replies using the same word Christ uses in his third question. But, more importantly, he confesses Jesus as Lord (verse 17), as Lord of everything. This confession of faith comes the third time round from the disciple who earlier denied Christ three times (see John 18). And Christ then asks him to feed the whole flock, all the sheep of the Good Shepherd, lambs, ewes, lost ones, found ones, the whole lot (21: 17).

The disciples do not recognise Jesus as he stands on the beach just after daybreak (verse 4). Paul fails to recognise Christ – even when he falls from his horse he calls out: “Who are you?” (Acts 9: 5). But despite their initial blindness, their initial failings, their initial denials, God continues to call them.

And so too with us. God calls us in all our unworthiness to feed his lambs, to tend his sheep, to feed his sheep, not just the little ones, not just the big ones.

Do you love him enough, as he loves you, to see this as enough fame to bask in?

Do you love him enough to feed his little ones when others want to ignore them, despise them, call them racist names, see their children as extra added burdens, want to send them back?

Do you love him enough to see this as the benchmark against which you and I, society, the Church, priests and people together, all we are involved in, mark how we relate to the myriads and myriads, the thousands and thousands, to all living life?

And so may all we think say and do be to the praise honour and glory of God, + Father, Son and Holy Spirit, Amen.

The Lamb of God … a stained glass window in a church in Cambridge

(Revd Canon Professor) Patrick Comerford is Lecturer in Anglicanism, Liturgy and Church History, the Church of Ireland Theological Institute. This sermon was preached in Christ Church, Delgany, Co Wicklow, on the Third Sunday of Easter, 10 April 2016.

Collect:

Almighty Father,
who in your great mercy gladdened the disciples
with the sight of the risen Lord:
Give us such knowledge of his presence with us,
that we may be strengthened
and sustained by his risen life
and serve you continually in righteousness and truth;
through Jesus Christ our Lord.

Post Communion Prayer:

Living God,
your Son made himself known to his disciples
in the breaking of bread.
Open the eyes of our faith,
that we may see him in all his redeeming work;
who is alive and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit,
one God, now and for ever.

Missing a unique event recalling
a pacifist voice in Easter 1916

Looking out at the main square in the Royal Hospital Kilmainham from the galleries of the Irish Museum of Modern Art this afternoon (Photograph: Patrick Comerford, 2016)

Patrick Comerford

I had planned to go to another 1916 commemoration today … but one of a very different kind.

Pax Christi, the International Catholic Peace Movement, had invited me to Cathal Brugha Barracks, the former Portobello Barracks in Rathmines for a commemoration today [9 April 2016] of Francis Sheehy-Skeffington (1878-1916), who was a voice for nonviolence and pacifism in 1916.

However, yesterday’s medical procedures in the Hermitage Medical Centre, left me feeling a little groggy even this morning, and I never made it to this unique commemoration, one of the few pacifist events during this centenary year.

It was organised by Pax Christi as an opportunity to reflect on the values of nonviolence and its practical implications in resolving conflicts exclusively through nonviolent means.

The remembrance ceremony involved a reflection on the life of Francis Sheehy-Skeffington and prayers for world peace in the barracks chapel. This was followed by the laying of a wreath in memory of the members of the Irish Defence Forces who lost their lives during United Nations peacekeeping operations.

Afterwards, there was a visit to the museum and the cell where Francis Sheehy-Skeffington was held and the yard where he was illegally executed, alongside two journalists, Thomas Dixon and Patrick McIntyre. A second wreath was laid there in their memory.

Francis Sheehy-Skeffington was born in Bailieboro, Co Cavan, in 1878. An only child, he was brought up in Downpatrick, Co Down, where he was educated by his father who was a school inspector, before going to a Jesuit-run school in Dublin.

As a student in University College Dublin, he was friends with James Joyce, Oliver St John Gogarty and Tom Kettle.

Joyce left a fictional portrait of Skeffington in A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, under the guise of a student named MacCann, who is described as “a squat figure in a shooting jacket and breeches” with a “blunt-featured face” and “a straw-coloured goatee which hung from his blunt chin.”

Joyce's alter-ego Stephen Dedalus remembers him saying: “Dedalus, you’re an anti-social being, wrapped up in yourself. I’m not. I’m a democrat: and ‘'ll work and act for social liberty and equality among all classes and sexes in the United States of the Europe of the future.” Later MacCann is seen standing in a lobby after class, canvassing signatures on a petition for universal peace and disarmament.

As a student, Sheehy-Skeffington grew his trademark beard, and became known as a teetotaller, a vegetarian, a pacifist and a supporter of the suffragettes. He graduated with an MA in 1902, and a year later he married Hannah Sheehy, a teacher and suffragette from Kanturk, Co Cork.

He began a career as a journalist, writer and playwright, and although he was a principled pacifist he joined the Irish Citizen Army after the 1913 lockout, and became vice-chair. However, when the Irish Citizen Army took a more militaristic turn, he resigned.

When World War I broke out in 1914, he campaigned against recruitment and conscription, and when he was jailed he went on hunger strike.

He argued with leading figures in the IRB and the Irish Volunteers against the planned rising, but to no avail, and the rising began on Easter Monday, 23 April 1916.

On 25 April 1916, as he was returning home to Rathmines from a fruitless effort to dissuade looters in the city centre, he was arrested at Portobello Bridge and taken to Portobello Barracks.

On 26 April 1916, he was executed illegally by a firing squad on the orders of Captain John Bowen-Colthurst (1880-1965), from Dripsey Castle, Co Cork. After killing the three men, the firing squad immediately left the yard, but when movement was detected in Sheehy-Skeffington’s leg, Bowen-Colthurst gathered another group of four soldiers and ordered them to fire another volley into him.

Bowen-Colthurst was probably mentally deranged. Eventually, he was charged with murder and tried by court-martial in Dublin on 6–7 June. He was found guilty but insane. He was released on 26 April 1921, given a military pension, and lived in Vancouver until he died in 1965. Hanna Sheehy-Skeffington died in 1946.

I was disappointed to miss this afternoon’s commemoration, particularly because so many of the commemorations this year are uncritical of the violence and the nationalism of 1916.

The Royal Hospital Kilmainham stands of the grounds of a former priory of the Kinghts Hospitaller (Photograph: Patrick Comerford, 2016)

Later in the afternoon, feeling a little livelier, I visited another former barracks that also features in the events of 1916: the Royal Hospital Kilmainham.

Like the Hermitage Hospital which I referred to yesterday, this was one of the 50 military hospitals in Dublin during World War I, and today it is home to the Irish Museum of Modern Art (IMMA). There I spent some time at two exhibitions.

At ‘De Profundis’ … an exhibition of collected works by Patrick Hennessy (Photograph: Patrick Comerford, 2016)

‘De Profundis’ is an exhibition of collected works by Patrick Hennessy (1915-1980), one of Ireland’s most successful painters in the period after World War II. ‘The Passion according to Carol Rama’ is a selection of almost 200 works by Carol Rama, who is now considered essential for understanding 20th century artistic production.

The Royal Hospital Kilmainham (RHK) was built by William Robinson between 1680 and 1684, on the site of a priory, hospital and almshouse of the Knights of Saint John of Jerusalem or Knights Hospitaller.

The priory was supressed at the Reformation in 1541, and until 1617 the buildings were used as the residence of the Lords Lieutenant and the Lords Deputy of Ireland.

In 1679, when it was chosen by King Charles II as the site of a new hospital for retired, old soldiers. The hospital was built by the Duke of Ormonde on the model of the Hotel des Invalides de Paris.

The chapel in the Royal Hospital Kilmainham was dedicated to Charles I, King and Martyr (Photograph: Patrick Comerford, 2016)

The building was opened in 1684, but was not finished until 1701, when the tower and the spire were completed. The chapel was dedicated to Charles I, King and Martyr. The hospital could house 300 pensioners and was divided into three floors: the ground floor for the infirm, the first floor for the officers and servants, and the top floor for the veterans in good physical condition.

In the 19th century, the Royal Hospital became the residence and headquarters of the Commander in Chief of the army, who was also Governor of the hospital.

During the Easter Rising in 1916, the army placed 2,500 troops in the Royal Hospital.

The hospital continued to be used as a home for old soldiers until 1927, and was later used as the headquarters of the Garda Síochána (1930-1950). In 1991, while Dublin was the European City of Culture, the Royal Hospital was became the Irish Museum for Modern Art.

Not an exhibit, and not showing any reserve … in the grounds of the Royal Hospital Kilmainham this afternoon (Photograph: Patrick Comerford, 2016)