At eight years old, I was an overtly and overly pious parochial school kid.

First in line for Friday confession, first in line for first Friday Mass. Holy cards falling out of my missal, I knew my Baltimore Catechism like the back of my hand.

At eight years old, I was destined to save souls.

Including little Ricky Berger’s soul. He was my friend who lived in the house behind mine. Ricky was a good kid. Fair and square in all his grade school dealings. Pretty good at kickball, and quick to share his popsicle. He honored his father and his mother, and he kept the Sabbath just about as good as any kid could.

Problem was, Ricky’s sabbath was Saturday. Which everyone knew was the wrong day, it was supposed to be Sunday, of course. And God had ordained me to set little Ricky Berger right.

Stretched out on the lawn, sitting on the grass in his backyard, I looked him in the eye and told him:

Ricky, I am sorry, I really am but unless you are a Christian, unless you are a member of the ONE TRUE CHURCH, unless you believe in JESUS, you are going to HELL.

Yes, I did. That is pretty much what I said. So messed up, I know.

What a terrible friend I was.

Know it all, goody two shoes, go to the head of the class Joani – could not be more wrong.  Secure in my faith, I used my religion to trash his. What kind of God was I taught to worship? That it was okay for a little eight year old girl to condemn a little eight year old boy? I know I was just a kid but in light of the rise of anti-semitism in our current world, I am deeply ashamed.

Does God have just one name?

Does God require only one kind of worship?

I stand before you an ordained minister, an Episcopal priest of 29 years. Leading us all this Sunday in worship of the Holy Three, the three person and undivided Trinity. All according to the Book of Common Prayer.

Here at Emmanuel,  worship is my primary and passionate ministry, weekly weaving together the dozen or so moving parts of the liturgy into the bulletin that you hold in your hands. (Along with Musical Director, Maestro Ryan, of course, and supported by Karen O’Hern in the office!) Liturgy means “work of the people” and this is work I love.

And I have no doubt, no doubt at all, that we worship the Ultimate One, the One and Only Holy One, the One and Only God.

But I have long struggled with my way or the highway theology.

Faith, by definition, is not the same thing as certitude.  And Christianity is not a monopoly. If God’s truth can be contained, if you think you have captured God in a bottle – you’ve got nothing in that bottle.

Are there not many ways up the mountain?

Does God not answer to a million names?

St Augustine wrote in the 4^th Century:

“Thou hast made us for thyself, O Lord, and our hearts are restless until they find their rest in thee.“

Hundreds of years later, Blaise Paschal, the 17th Century philosopher, echoes this sentiment in his own famous words: The soul of all humanity is created with a God shaped hole  — that only the holy can fill.

Augustine and Paschal are direct descendants of St. Paul. In today’s reading from Acts, we hear:

“Athenians, I see how extremely religious you are in every way. I went through the city and looked carefully at the objects of your worship. I found among them an altar with an inscription: ‘to an unknown god.’

“What therefore you worship as unknown, I proclaim to you.“

Paul gets it. He gets that God did not just drop out of the sky and appear out of nowhere when Jesus was born. God is timeless, more ancient than the stars, beyond the event horizon of the Big Bang, we might say.

A scholar tells us that “Paul’s listeners were accustomed to the methods of Socrates, philosophically inclined and spiritually curious.” 

“From one ancestor he made all the nations… and he allotted the times of their existence… so they would search for God and perhaps grope for him and find him—though indeed he is not far from any one of us.“

The scholar further observes that “Paul speaks their language and quotes their poets.”

“For in him we live and move and have our being.  For we, too are his offspring.“

In him. In God.

Not in idols of clay or gold or silver. Not in idols of success or money or sex. 

But in the Creator of the cosmos, in the “ground of our being” whose language is love and whose name, Paul proclaims, as the one and only God.

In my ordained years, I have prayed shoulder to shoulder with our Muslim brothers and sisters. I have joined in the mystical worship of the Orthodox – surrounded by icons and drenched in incense. I have worshiped at St Mattress in the Springs and at the Church of the Holy Comforter.  (Wink, wink. Nod, nod.) I have prayed and sang with the Unitarians at All Souls, my daughter’s church in D.C.

God was and is and will be in all these places, by whatever name God be called.

The Jewish tradition says God’s name is so sacred that it cannot be said aloud – so they give him seven nicknames that can be lifted up by the faithful in their prayers.

Islam, says that God, has 99 names, all beautiful.

Christians, not to be outdone, one source catalogued 900 biblical names for God.

What unites us is the God who listens, the God who loves us enough to lean in and care about our prayers.

God listens no less if we call him Allah, or Buddha, or Krishna, or Jesus.

Though we Christians are sure it’s Jesus who is really listening.:)

And it was at All Souls UU, that I discovered this beautiful Brian Wren hymn – which turns out to be in myriad hymnals: Presbyterian, UCC, Methodist, and even one of our own. But I had never heard it before. 

It’s called “Bring Many Names” and its six verses are very apropos for today. So, I had it printed in the bulletin for you to keep and take home.

At 8 o’clock we will read it together as a concluding prayer. And at 10 o’clock, with Ryan’s help, I am going to make you sing! Click here to listen.

Bring many names, beautiful and good,
Celebrate, in parable and story,
Holiness in glory, living, loving God,
Hail and Hosanna! Bring many names!

Strong mother God, working night and day,
Planning all the wonders of creation,
Setting each equation, genius at play:
Hail and Hosanna, strong mother God!

Warm father God, hugging every child,
Feeling all the strains of human living,
Caring and forgiving till we’re reconciled:
Hail and Hosanna, warm father God!

Old, aching God, gray with endless care,
Calmly piercing evil’s new disguises,
Glad of good surprises, wiser than despair;
Hail and Hosanna, old, aching God!

Young, growing God, eager and on the move,
Saying no to falsehood and unkindness,
Crying out for justice, giving all you have:
Hail and Hosanna, young growing God!

Great, living God, never fully known,
Joyful darkness far beyond our seeing,
Closer yet than breathing, everlasting home:
Hail and Hosanna, great, living God!

Amen.

Brian Wren

Spirituality The Episcopal Church "Bring Many Names" Brian Wren Clergy Easter 6 Homily Podcast The Rev. Joan L. Peacock