Ordination sermon on Isaiah 43:1-2 and John 15:16
Originally given 03 July 2022 at St. Alban’s Church, Coventry
‘You are mine’ and ‘I chose you’
These are the two phrases from today’s readings that have been going through my mind for weeks. I started this sermon weeks ago, because although I’ve preached several dozen times here at St. Alban’s, I knew today would feel much different, both emotionally and ontologically.
I actually chose the readings for today, because they are special verses for me. They appeared on my ember cards from last year and this year. Last year I found great comfort in the Isaiah passage, ‘Do not fear…you are mine.’ In many ways this verse has given me the strength to get through the challenges of this year. Although anytime I read the words do not fear, or fear not, or be not afraid in the Bible, I honestly can’t help but be, at least a little bit, scared. I’m not sure if it’s like wanting to touch a hot iron that you have been told not to touch because the temptation is just too much, or if it’s more the thought process of, ‘well, I wasn’t really scared until you mentioned it!’ In any case, when these words crop up in the Bible, they are quite often followed by a reason to be scared. Whether it was Mary being told she would bear the Son of God, or Moses being chosen to lead the people of Israel, whenever God says not to be afraid, there is usually a good reason to be afraid. But in this case, the Isaiah verse tells us to not be afraid because we belong to God.
Being an immigrant is not easy. Ten years ago I left my home country and everyone and everything I knew and eventually settled here in England. I have since become a dual British-American citizen, but sometimes there is still an internal turmoil when it comes to belonging…or not. I’m still treated as ‘other’ when I meet someone new, because they are always so curious about my accent. An accent which has faded over time because of my own insecurities about not belonging. But God says, ‘you are mine.’ Regardless of our birth certificate or passport or accent, regardless of if we came to this country on an aeroplane, or in a dinghy boat, every single one of us belongs to God. We belong to the family of God and we are all worthy of God’s love.
‘You are mine’ and ‘I chose you’.
Very often I am utterly perplexed as to why God would have chosen me for ministry. I have been known to drink more than the recommended weekly units, I often swear enough to make a sailor blush, and I find it difficult to restrain my opinions… if my mouth doesn’t say it, then my face or wardrobe choices definitely will. On top of these, what some may deem, flaws, there are many people, even today, who would suggest that I am unfit to lead and preside at a church service simply because I am a woman. After all, it’s been less than 30 years that women have been ordained to the priesthood in the Church of England, and not even a decade since the first woman became Bishop. But in spite of this, I, a drink-loving, sweary, vocally opinionated woman, was called by God. I have been appointed by God to bear abiding fruit. So what exactly is that fruit?
I suppose my abiding fruit this past year has been walking with people in their grief and sharing my own grief so they know they are not alone. It’s been preaching about social justice issues such as racism, sexism, and homophobia, and encouraging people to tackle their own prejudices in order to create a world reflecting God’s Kingdom. It’s been making deliberate and visible choices to reduce my paper usage, thereby defending God’s creation, albeit in some small way. It’s been being vulnerable about my battles with mental health and being honest about my queer identity, reflecting the diversity of God’s love and showing that God loves every part of who we are. It is terrifying to be so open about who I am, but I believe God chose me because she knew the fruit I would bear, that I would be a model of an imperfect human who is completely loved by our perfect creator.
Sometimes it is difficult to be in the Church of England. Like any institution, it has its imperfections. But I firmly believe change comes from within, which is one more reason I feel chosen for this role. To push for the change to ensure the Church embodies the greatest command to love each other as God loves us.
‘You are mine’ and ‘I chose you’.
When I began the discernment process many moons ago, I received a prayer that said, ‘it’s okay to be scared, God’s not.’ In some ways I feel like that prayer all those years ago was leading to this day, to the moment when I first preside at communion as a priest. I know I didn’t get to this point on my own. Along the way God provided support and encouragement and giants who came before me. My family, Alex, Franklin, and Andrew, have supported me from day one on this journey. Many of you will have heard me talk about Tony and Jane, and although Tony isn’t here in person, I know his spirit is with us, giving me strength to continue, and Jane is here to encourage me just as she has done for so many years. In 1994, Angela Berners-Wilson along with 31 other women were finally able to become a priest in the Church of England. These are the giants, along with our very own Reverend Lesley, on whose shoulders I am proudly able to stand today.
I know that God does not make mistakes, and although people and institutions may put up stumbling blocks, God has a special plan for each of us. So we can go forward in the knowledge that we all belong to God. God has a place for every one of us. And I challenge you to discover what God has chosen you for. What will be your abiding fruit in this life, in the work of God’s Kingdom?