Saint James Episcopal Church in Marion, IL

Saint James Episcopal Church in Marion, IL We celebrate the Eucharist on behalf of a hungry world. Join us Saturdays at 5 pm. It’s a beautiful way to draw your week-end to a close.

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05/22/2022

SERMON FOR THE SIXTH SUNDAY OF EASTER
May 22, 2022
St. Andrew’s, Carbondale, and St. James’, Marion, Illinois
The Rev’d Canon Dale Coleman, Rector


In the Name of God: The Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen.
My dear beloved brothers and sisters in Christ,
Several of us have returned from one of the most glorious and joyful consecrations of a Bishop in the Episcopal Church I have ever witnessed. St. Paul’s Cathedral was full, with great enthusiasm expressed by the worshippers, thankful to God that His Holy Spirit has done this. Everything went wonderfully. The sermon by the retired Bishop of Atlanta, Neil Alexander, was the proclamation of the Gospel of the Lord Jesus, in, and how central, to his Church is the stewardship of the Bishop. I met the Presiding Bishop, Michael Curry, who was delightful! I will ask Trish Guyon, Don Monty, and Anne Ga***rd to provide their impressions tomorrow. I will give my impression of Henry Kissinger. I asked Bishop Burgess for his blessing and said St. Andrew’s and St. James’ who like his visitation. I saw a longtime friend, retired Bishop George Wayne Smith, from the Diocese of Missouri, who is now away from his St. Louis Cardinals and languishing in Cincinnati land because of the Redlegs. His office in the Diocese of Southern Ohio takes him past the stadium daily. I told him we would pray for him. “You’re in my book”, I said. “Yeah, I heard that”, he responded. “I wrote about how at Nashotah House in 1978, you introduced me to Willie Nelson’s ‘Red Headed Stranger’, and when you went to see Monty Python’s ‘Life of Brian’, and you stomped out! Ha!”. I enjoyed meeting the new bishop of Iowa, Elizabeth Monnot, whose husband is also a priest. So she can now tell what to do more openly. And the new bishop of Missouri is Deon Johnson, and personable. Our friend, Bishop Daniel Martins was there, and we had some catching up to do. What a wonderful time.
But it is now 8:41 pm, and I will write my Easter 6 sermon about the time my saintly Aunt Rill (actually my dad’s aunt who raised him in Hay Creek—pronounced “Crick”—Michigan) took me to the first and only professional wrestling match I ever saw. This was in Ess*xville, Michigan 1965, when I was 11.
We went into the Hall with people sitting all around the canvas square. There were thousands of them, and strangely quiet. Suddenly lights lifted… and the huge crowd came to life. With somber, dark forbidding music, out came BIG GEORGE AND THE MASHER!
People began jeering, screaming insults, sailing cups and empty popcorn boxes at them. Big George and the Masher responded in kind—cursing the crowd (with words Aunt Rill knew) shaking their fists, strutting forth to the ring like two smug alien invaders—Evil Incarnate—5oo lbs. of it. Big George showed off his long, dark, greasy hair, unkempt beard, and thick purple velour robe with black trim. His co-hort—The Masher in a maroon robe, and black mask: Personified Evil, and Anonymous Evil, strutting around the ring like they owned it—working the crowd up to a frenzy of anger and fear with the music hitting a crescendo of gloom.
Music now lit into a noble tune. The spotlight followed Jack the Lumberjack, and Gentleman Jim! The crowd roared approval, welcoming these angels of light; Jack—good natured, blond, muscular, gently smiling. Jim—suitably shy and self-effacing, obviously touched by the adoration of the crowd.
Women reached out to touch them—held up babies for a blessing, blew kisses at them! Men cheered them on, shouting at the Masher and Big George that the end was near!
We were to witness a tag team match, refereed by a small balding man—who when he entered the ring through the ropes looked obviously unsuited for the rigors of ensuring a good clean sportsmanlike match between these giants.
Tag team wrestling was two wrestle until one touches or tags his partner for relief. When tagged, one partner takes the other’s place, thus ensuring a fresh and lively match… The little referee explained the rules. Jim and Jack listening attentively—George and the Masher who couldn’t have cared less.
Big George and Jack were first to fight, and in spite of the ref’s warnings—Big George kicked, punched, even bit Jack, with the stupid myopic ref not noticing many infractions, although very obvious to the crowd, who screamed and pointed in a desperate attempt to get the ref to see the injustices being done.
For ten- or fifteen-minutes George pummeled Jack and the dragged him by his hair to the opposite end of the ring where jack had little hope of tagging his partner…and put him through some diabolic and unspeakable tortures.
With the Masher yelling “Let me at him!” All the time Gentleman Jim stood on the far end, straining at the ropes, reaching out pathetically to his friend, but unwilling to break the rules by entering the ring before he was legally tagged---unfortunately—his virtue just prolonged his friend’s anguish.
Then, with the ref not watching—the Masher jumped in and gave a savage kick to Jack in the ribs and jumped back…Well that was the last straw for the crowd…the crowd had put up with the other nastiness, but this two on one stuff was just too much. Women were weeping, older women running down the aisles yelling at both the masked Masher and at the ref. Men had to be restrained by their wives from entering the ring…kids were shouting invectives and threats at these lieutenants of Satan.
Big George and the Masher looked visibly pleased with themselves… and George strolled to his corner to tag his partner to finish off Jack.
And then the crowd turned silent and hushed as they watch a miracle—Jack with a superhuman effort crawled what seemed a thousand miles back to his corner and somehow reached out a weak hand to touch the hand of his liberator.
Now justice would be done. Jack strode confidently into the ring … muscles rippling, chest out like St. George going to fight the Dragon, like St. Michael leading the Heavenly Hosts into Holy Battle!
The Masher and Big George—a little shook at this and against the rules, both entered the ring to take him on. And Jack would fight them on their own terms. The crowd grew apprehensive—but there was nothing to worry about. Their fears were unwarranted—with one swift movement of arms and feet he had flipped the masher on the mat…and with Big George now backing away pleading for mercy, Jim picked him up over his shoulders, high in the air, and threw him across the ring.
At last the little ref came to life…and with the crowd chanting along with him—gave the count: one, two, three, four, five…ten! It was over! The people wept, shouted, clapped, stamped their feet, hugged one another, rejoiced with Jack and Jim center ring with hands outstretched. IN VICTORY! Leaving the once threatening Big George and the Masher to move away quietly and penitently—toward the dressing room.
Now this is important about this which for awhile had caused Aunt Rill to pray about it…Who were these people? The people I saw only at the Salvation Army in the area. They were mill workers, who grew up on the poor side of the tracks, who now lived in a part of town owned lock, stock, and barrel to the place where you worked in a plant, bought your clothes and groceries at a store…sent your kids for a few years to school, and worshipped in a poor Baptist or Methodist or Salvation Army, most owned by a somebody who lived in a wealthy suburb of Detroit you would never see. They were the people who began as sweepers and worked their way up to loom fixers, or else began and ended sewing the same zipper into the same suits somebody else would wear—the people in the plant where the supervisor stood over you and shouted at you when you fell behind—and a BC powder numbed the pain and lint filled the air—and some people died of Brown lung—and when you went downtown someone might call you a lint head. For these people, these oppressed White people, one brief moment on a Monday night a two-dollar ticket bought a glimpse of Glory! You got to be an eyewitness to the triumph of Good over Evil! You got to see those who played by the rules of the game win for a change!
A long time later I witnessed a similar morality on an Easter Sunday morning. I remembered Monday night wrestling and thought of the people in that mill a long time ago. The candles were lit in darkness. The first rays of sun came through the window. And the priest shouted, “Alleluia! Christ is risen!”.
And we sang songs about death being swallowed up in Victory! We witnessed someone like us—hurt, slain, rejected, shouted at, condemned, crucified. A Nazarene who lived on the wrong side of the tracks and knew of injustices. We watched Him rise! He rose up. He met evil and stared it in the eye. He planted His Cross in the center of the battleground -and He did not stop until Satan was unmasked, humiliated, defeated, disarmed!
Not on a Monday night, but on a Sunday morning! Not once but for all time! Not just for us, but for everyone!
My brothers and sisters in Christ: If that aina Good News, I don’t know what Good News Is!
Amen

05/15/2022

SERMON FOR THE FIFTH SUNDAY OF EASTER
May 15, 2022
St. Andrew’s, Carbondale, and St. James’, Marion, Illinois
The Rev’d Canon Dale Coleman, Rector

In the Name of God: The Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

My dear beloved brothers and sisters in Christ,

You may remember stories about President Calvin Coolidge, “Silent Cal”, as he was called, who spoke like the flinty Yankee he was, from Vermont, becoming Governor of Massachusetts. When President Harding, keeled over dead in 1923, Coolidge refrained from criticizing Harding for the several scandals he knew about, not just Teapot Dome (the bribes the Secretary of the Interior took from oil companies for oil reserves on Federal lands in Wyoming and California); but also about the many affairs, “mutual rapports” he called them, with various women, half his age. He had a mistress, Nan Britton, who had given birth to Harding’s daughter, and Miss Britton wrote a book about it. Dorothy Parker reviewed this in the New Yorker. Dorothy Parker was famous for her wit. “Beauty is only skin deep, but ugly goes clean to the bone”; “If you want to know what God thinks of money, just look at the people he gave it to”; “Don’t look at me in that tone of voice”; “Brevity is the soul of lingerie”; “I like my men handsome, ruthless, and stupid”; “You can lead a horticulture, but you can’t make her think”; and my favorite, “If you have any young friends who aspire to be writers, the second greatest favor you can do to them is present them with The Elements of Style. The first greatest, of course is to shoot them now, while they’re happy”.
But I digress. Get to the point. President Coolidge, was known as a man of very few words. A woman sitting next to him at a White House dinner, said to him, “Mr. President, I made a bet that I could get you to say three words or more”, to which he responded, “You lose”. When he came back from church, one Sunday, his wife asked him what the sermon was about. “Sin”, he said. “And what did he have to say about it?” she asked. “He’s against it”, was the reply.
Perhaps you can tell I’m in a mood. All active clergy, in the Episcopal Church, meaning not those who sit and think, mostly sit, received a well-produced video this past week, from the Church Pension Group, something I have become more interested in the last few years. The Rev. Dr. So-Shoos, calling himself a scientist, because he collects data to assist the Church, implored us to fill out a survey, which would help the Church become a more “Beloved Community”. This is a term used for the disciples of St. John the Evangelist. But So-Shoos said it would help the Church learn more about our “diversity”. Nothing then about the Bible, or theology, or God.
The survey was a simple one, with three questions.
What is your race? It had about twelve various responses, and “unsure”, and “self-describe”. I put down “dolphin”, because I was listening to David Bowie’s “Heroes”.
Next question: “What is your Gender identity?”. They offered, “male”, “female”, “non-Binary”, and last, “Self-Describe”. Under self-describe, I put “adverb”. S*x is s*x, gender is a part of grammar. See I do use “Elements of Style”.
The final question was my favorite one. “What is your S*xual Orientation?”. The choices were (in this order) : “As*xual, Gay, Le***an, Bis*xual, heteros*xual, (the only one not capitalized), Pans*xual (do you have s*x with Pan?), Unsure, and Self-Describe”. Well, now, this was going to be fun. I responded with the following, “whatever moves”, “accountant”, “Jew”, “Mother” and adding “If it’s not one thing, it’s your Mother”, “psycho-s*xual deviant and pervert”, and “The French”. Gee, I hope this helps them.
What a waste. I not only find these kinds of “data collecting” a fool’s game, but unhelpful, and worse, implying that what these secular bureaucrats list are our true identities. It is insulting, and deeply troubling to have this kind of dehumanizing, academic or business styled set of questions. It is an example of what rarefied air these survey makers breathe.
For all humans, we are created in the image and likeness of God. And we are sinners saved by Grace. And responding to our Savior who loves us and gave his life for us, and rose again, we are baptized and know our true identities as Children of God, the Body of Christ, Inheritors of the Kingdom of God, with eternal life given us to reign with the Holy Trinity and all the Saints. We are loved by our Savior so that the Church becomes the Bride of Christ.
Why does my Church not say any of this in such surveys? Why do we not hear about Sin? And the answer given us by the Church, from Scripture? Perhaps I have the wrong expectations about these, their purpose.
How can we watch those horrifying television videos which show sin, actually evil, magnified right in front of our eyes and not want our Lord to respond, and show justice? The so-called President of Russia, is a Monster.
Now I want to tell you about being proud of my Church this past Wednesday. Diana Butsko made arrangements to see me for some time. She came to say thank you to this truly “Beloved Community”, and tell you through me, what the last few months have meant to her, in our praying that our Lord be present with and love her, her family, her people, and the Russians. She is heading back home this very morning, to find her family now in Western Ukraine. She asked about whether there is an Episcopal Church in Ukraine. Yes, I said, there is one in Kiev. We talked about the heritage of the Episcopal Church, and our Anglican Communion. She pointed at my Icon, one very similar to the Icon found in her Catholic Church. She wanted to know how that mattered to me. In this and response to many other questions, we talked about the miracle of coming to faith in the Lord Jesus. We talked about sin, about the reading from the Gospel for this Sunday in Easter, as well as the reading from Revelation. How we must ask for forgiveness of our sin, and be pulled out of sin’s darkness, and power. Sin has a hold on us, and we have no idea that this is the case until we hear the Gospel to which we respond in the Holy Spirit. And we become part of that huge number of human beings worship and praising God as depicted in the scene of Holy Eucharist from today’s reading from Revelation. That vision of St. John the Divine is not only in the future. It is happening now. It is happening as what we are doing in the Eucharist now, with all the saints. In the power of the Holy Spirit.
It so happens that I have been reading Crucifixion by one of the finest theologians and preachers today, the Rev. Mother Fleming Rutledge. It is subtitled “Understanding the Death of Jesus Christ”. This is a thrilling book! This Episcopal priest, writes luminous prose, with such knowledge and deep faith in our Lord, that you know she prays fervently and truly. An added joy for me is that the book is filled with Scripture passages, hymn lyrics, quotations, that I have used myself. I quoted from the book to Diana, on what Rutledge notes about sin, and how it is totally misunderstood in our culture:
“Douglas John Hall has written about the gravity of sin”. Hall writes: “When it comes to this profound category of Biblical faith, most of us seem to have advanced little beyond the mental estate of that fictitious but representative character, Boso (?), the dialogue partner of St. Anselm in Cur Deus Homo, in English “Why did God become Man?”, who evidently incapable of getting beyond the idea sins are bad deeds, proposed that a mere declaration of forgiveness on the deity’s part could remedy the situation. In response, Anselm uttered what may be the most penetrating insight ever stated [concerning the doctrine of Sin]: ‘You have not yet considered the weight of sin’”.
Rutledge goes on and notes a survey from People magazine concerning “Sin”. The responses were published in a “Sindex” with each sin rated by “sin coefficient”. “The outcome (she writes) is both amusing and instructive. Murder, r**e, in**st, child abuse, and spying against one’s country were rated the worst sins in ascending order, with smoking, swearing, ma********on, and illegal videotaping far down the list. Parking in a handicapped spot was rated surprisingly high, whereas unmarried live-togethers got off lightly. Cutting in front of someone was deemed worse than divorce or capital punishment. Predictably, corporate sin was not mentioned, though it is at the top of the Hebrew prophets’ lists. Most telling for our purposes here, ‘Overall, readers said the commit about 4.64 sins a month’”.
In talking to Diane, I mentioned that I know of atrocities Ukrainians have engaged in. She asked what I thought about sin in the United States. I responded, “All have sinned and fallen short of the Glory of God”. I mentioned any number of atrocities Christians in particular in our country have carried out. We had the best and the brightest gather, in 1787 in the Constitutional Congress, to hammer out our Constitution. Nearly half of these the men of property, all white, left in Slavery. How do you account for that if not the power of sin? I told her, I was still appalled that General Curtis LeMay, with Robert McNamara’s help, ordered his Army Air Corps to firebomb so many cities in Japan, killing upwards of 240,000 men, women, and children. In one night on March 11, 1945, we wiped out almost the entire city of Tokyo, burning down all wooden structures, and killing more human beings than ever before or sense in one day, 100,000. Then we killed 120,000 with the dropping of the Atom bombs, on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. In Nagasaki we wiped out the entire Christian ghetto, of thousands and thousands. In my book I call that sin.
May I interrupt here, and note that I was at an Episcopal Church clergy conference in 1992, when Canon Gene Robinson came to speak. During the conference, I become friends of his, but I opposed him when he said if we could get rid of Genesis 3, and sin, we would be a much happier Church. I remember raising may hand and saying if there is no sin, why do we need a Savior? Why don’t we become the Rotary Club with haberdashery? Later, while praising the Dalai Lama, as though he was perfect, I questioned Fr. Robinson again. I had the gauche manners to quote from Scripture. I quoted Romans 3: 21-26. Let me quote this:
“Now apart from the Law, the righteousness of God has been disclosed, and is attested by the Law and the Prophets; the righteousness of God through faith in Christ Jesus, for all who believe. For there is no distinction, since all have sinned and fall short of the Glory of God; they are now justified by His grace as a gift, through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus, whom God put forward as a sacrifice of atonement by His blood, effective through faith. He did this to show His righteousness, because in His Divine forbearance He had passed over the sins previously committed; it was to prove at the present time that He Himself is righteous and that He justifies the one who has faith in Jesus.” I then said to my friend, I don’t see where it reads, “except for the Dalai Lama”.
My brothers and sisters in Christ, we must not be ignorant or sentimental in our Witness to our Lord. Rutledge later quoted novelist Harry Crews, who “writes of the community of fallen humanity in his memoirs. Desperately poor, and deprived in rural Bacon County, Georgia, he and his black friend Willalee, daydream about the models in the Sears catalogue, as a form of escape. ‘Nearly everybody I knew had something missing, a finger cut off, a toe split, an ear chewed away, an eye clouded with blindness from a glancing fence staple…But the people in the catalogue had no such hurts. They were not only whole... they were also beautiful.’ Even at an early age, however, Mr. Crews knew that the pictures were lying: ‘Under those fancy clothes there had to be scars, there had to be boils of one kind or another because there was no other way to live in the world. And … I had decided that all the people in the catalogue were related, not necessarily blood kin, but knew one another, and because they knew one another there had to be hard feelings, trouble between them off and on, violence, and hate between them as well as love”.
Rutledge adds, “This is as good a description of the human predicament under the rule of Sin. There is no other way to live in the world”.
This is the Word of God: By Grace are you saved! We sing from Rock of Ages, “Be of sin the double cure, cleanse me from its guilt and power. Should my tears for ever flow, should my zeal no languor know, all for sin could not atone; Thou must save, and Thou alone; in my hand no price I bring, simply to Thy cross I cling”.
For me everything gets back to Rock of Ages.
Amen.

Holy Week Schedule:o   Palm Sunday- April 10th--10 am. No Adult education after service.o   Maundy Thursday- April 14th-...
04/03/2022

Holy Week Schedule:
o Palm Sunday- April 10th--10 am. No Adult education after service.

o Maundy Thursday- April 14th--6 pm at St. Andrew’s. We will have foot washing. After service altar will be stripped, and people will leave service quietly.

o Good Friday- April 15th--6 pm at St. Andrew’s.

o Easter Services- April 17th- 10 am, will be at St. Andrew’s. No Adult education after service.

Celebrate Christmas Eve Service with us!December 24th, Christmas Eve service, 5:30 pm at St. Andrew's Episcopal Church. ...
12/19/2021

Celebrate Christmas Eve Service with us!
December 24th, Christmas Eve service, 5:30 pm at St. Andrew's Episcopal Church. We will be singing a few traditional carols; we will wear our masks.

There will be no Christmas Day service. There will not be a Saturday service at St. James.

December 26th Service at St. Andrew's will be at 10am as usual.

11/03/2020

Service Saturday at 5:00 PM see you there and be safe

10/05/2020

we had evening prayer on Saturday evening
service next week

09/11/2020

Young man found 2 of our Marion Rocks. Are there more?

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301 E Thorn Street
Marion, IL
62959

Opening Hours

Saturday 5pm - 6pm
6pm - 7pm
Sunday 9am - 5pm

Telephone

+16189932074

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