Companions of Mary the Apostle

Companions of Mary the Apostle The Companions of Mary the Apostle are an ecumenical community open to people of all genders, seeking transformation through bold loving community.

We are a new community. The co-founders are Episcopalians, but we are open to people of all traditions. We walk with Mary Magdalene, who was healed by Jesus, followed him to the cross and the tomb, and witnessed to his resurrection. She is known as the Apostle to the Apostles. Like her, we claim our voices and speak resurrection and new life to people in the Church and beyond. We are currently liv

ing on the grounds at Holy Cross Monastery, an Episcopal men's community in the Hudson Valley of New York.

Shane's sermon, September 13Proper 19A, 2026No, no, no.This has to stop.This passage from Exodus is one of the only read...
09/15/2026

Shane's sermon, September 13
Proper 19A, 2026

No, no, no.
This has to stop.

This passage from Exodus is one of the only readings required at the Easter Vigil, a harbinger of Christ’s resurrection. It is central to our tradition, and it has inspired oppressed people for millennia. It has been a light to people around the world, including to African-American slaves. Harriet Tubman earned the nickname “Moses” for her role in leading people out of slavery into freedom. This motif continues to inspire people who struggle.

Still. This is a dangerous passage, with toxic consequences in our history. Especially in the light of September 11, we need to examine it carefully.

There are two parts to the passage. The Israelites are fleeing Egypt, after years of grinding oppression. Pharaoh’s army is chasing them. When they come to the Red Sea, an impassable, impossible barrier, God parts the water so that the Israelites can cross over. So far so good.

Now comes the hard part.

As the Egyptian army tries to pursue the Israelites, God clogs their wheels. They realize that God is with the Israelites, and they try to retreat. Rather than let them do that, God closes the water back over them and kills thousands of men and animals. Standing on the far shore, the Israelites rejoice.

The message seems to be that they are not really safe until their enemy is dead. It’s not enough to be on the far side of a huge body of water; they need to know that the enemy is gone for good.

Or, it might be simple revenge, the twisted delight of seeing their enemy suffer. It might be about flexing their muscles against a hated oppressor, getting their own back.

Either way, it’s a message that still lives in our cultures. In the United States, we see it in movies and other media; we see it in politics; we see it in white Christian nationalism, in anti-immigrant hysteria, in the targeting of sexual and gender minorities. We might even notice it in the resistance to these movements! According to this message, we - whatever “we” we are - requires the extermination or elimination of the other.

We have to find a better way.

We cannot build a free society by extermination and expulsion. As long as we seek to crush enemies, we are held hostage by our rage and fear. The painful history of our interventions in the Middle East after 9/11 shows us how we can become victims of our own trauma.

Jesus knows this. He repudiates the position of king because he knows this. He refuses to play out the expected drama of the Messiah who conquers by force, because he knows that the cycle of violence will simply keep repeating itself unless someone stops it.

Jesus counsels forgiveness because he knows this. He knows that, as 12-Step programs say, resentment is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die. Whether it’s a personal resentment or a whole cultural complex, festering anger eats the person, or the people, who carry it.

The answer to trauma is not revenge, and it’s not brushing it away. The only answer is healing. Healing means facing the pain, facing our anger and shame and sense of violation, in order to move through them. It means realizing that we are still here, stronger than the wound, capable of new life.

This is what Jesus shows us. By undergoing torture and death without resentment, Jesus makes an opening for new life. When he rises, his wounds will remain, but they will not define him. He is liberated from the fear of death. He shows in his life, death, and life what he taught in parables.

Now, Jesus’ followers have not always been able to follow him on this path. We still hear the remnant of revenge in Matthew’s parables, which so often end with wrongdoers suffering. But even then, I imagine Jesus trying to say, “If you don’t forgive, you will be in prison.”

I know that many people, perhaps many of you, boggle at the idea that we should forgive people who bring us harm on the scale of 9/11. But forgiveness does not mean excusing. It does not remove the need for accountability. It means releasing the need to punish over and over, to build a fortress in our hearts.

All of this takes the willingness to suffer with Jesus, to suffer the pain of our hurt without lashing out.
We cannot do this alone. Healing, including forgiveness, takes community support.

So the question becomes, how can we build a world where people can heal rather than continue the cycle of violence and revenge?

We can support one another in stepping back from our initial reactions. I have a friend who says, “First thought, second thought.” I’ve watched him grow from an angry, aggressive jerk into a man who brings peace into his family and community. He still has that first, angry thought, but he waits for the second thought that leads him to a better way.

We can help one another feel safe enough that we can lay down our weapons long enough to listen to one another. We can listen with respect even when we disagree.

We can draw a line in our lives and our communities that refuses derogatory talk, stereotyping, and justifications for violence or degradation.

Huh: it sounds like the Baptismal Covenant.

Ironically perhaps, we come back to the Easter Vigil. After the Exodus reading and others, we renew our baptismal vows. We are asked to seek and serve Christ in all persons; to love our neighbors as ourselves; to strive for justice and peace among all people; and to respect the dignity of every human being.

This is our call. With St. Francis, we can pray to be channels of God’s peace. With God’s help, we can rise above hate and fear, and help others to do the same.

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I know it's been a long time! E is on sabbatical, and I've slipped into, shall we say, a more leisurely mode. I will hav...
07/08/2026

I know it's been a long time! E is on sabbatical, and I've slipped into, shall we say, a more leisurely mode. I will have a newsletter for you all later this month, so you can catch up on what's been going on. Actually, we have a lot of news!

But for now, what got me to write today was this little sprout. It's a zinnia, hidden among the larger plants in our circle garden. I might have written about the hiddenness, the humbleness, of this lone zinnia, or about its future as a source of nourishment for bees and butterflies later in the summer. All of those things make me think of Jesus, the mustard seed, and our little seeds.

But here's the thing about this zinnia:

I sprinkled some zinnia seeds two years ago. Zinnias are supposed to be annuals, but this is the third year this zinnia has shown up. Last year it started like this, and as the weeks went on it grew into a huge plant with over a dozen flowers. Now it's back. It doesn't know it's supposed to be dead!

You could say, "Oh, it's reseeding itself." Maybe. But each year there is this one. Not two, not a few, although I planted several that first year. This one zinnia keeps coming back. To me, it's a sign. It's resurrection in our garden.

Some zinnias apparently become biennials, good for two years. But three?
Out beyond what we hear is possible, life keeps popping up.

Hmm. Where have I heard this before?

The Christ energy is in our garden. Not only there, of course. The point of a sign is what it points to, what it opens us to notice. This little zinnia opened me again to the wonder of creation, its determination and its surprises. (Let's not ignore the sunflowers growing over by the well house, either, or the tiger lily that has established itself under the Japanese maple.)

This energy is in us as well. It can get buried, but it's just waiting for the right conditions to pop up. And sometimes, like seeds, it gets spread without our knowing. The birds who likely brought the lily and the sunflowers weren't planning it; they were just being who they were. And we, all unknowingly, share and spread the Christ energy, just as we receive it.

Of course, our giant brains can block the energy. Fear, anger, remorse and other forces lead us to clog the channel. But we can't extinguish it. It's just waiting for us to release and open the channel again.

So today, I turn to my prayers with (re)new(ed) fervor. Deeper wonder, deeper gratitude become prayers throughout the day. I know that if I stay open, I too will live beyond my own expectations, and I too - and you too - will bring surprise and joy to others in turn.

Bless you all, you beloved flowers!

Sister Shane

Shane's Sermon for Easter 6“Hope” is the thing with feathers -That perches in the soul -And sings the tune without the w...
05/11/2026

Shane's Sermon for Easter 6

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.

Emily Dickinson’s poem is famous, though few quote it beyond the first verse. I’m not much of a poetry person, and I have struggled to grasp this poem. I think maybe that’s part of the point; maybe grasping isn’t what poetry is about. And maybe, Dickinson is saying, it’s not what hope is about either.

Whatever the meaning, we need hope right now.

All around us are signs of trouble and destruction. Millions are suffering from war, from famine, from being treated as surplus bodies. Others suffer attacks on their dignity and their membership in the human family. Our environment is rapidly heading toward collapse.

And, in the midst of that, the Christianity that we know has already become a minority position. For many on both the political left and right, Christianity is seen as irrelevant at best, and toxic at worst. White Christian nationalism, a cruel inversion of Jesus’ teaching, is being actively advocated by those in power in this country. The love that Jesus taught, the way he taught his disciples to live, is seen by many as either quaint or dangerous, standing in the way of a brave new world of eugenics and racial supremacy.

We need hope. We are not the first people who have needed it; hope is always needed, like oxygen. We have the records of people’s suffering, and also of their response to that. What sustains them in those times?

In his letter, Peter advises his community to stand firm in the face of suffering. “Do not fear what they fear, and do not be intimidated,” he says. “Always be ready to give an accounting for the hope that is in you.”

The hope that is in you. Or, as it can be translated, the hope that is among you, among us.

But what is this hope? It’s not optimism. Hope doesn’t deny the suffering, or downplay it or justify it, all the things we do to reduce it.

Hope stands in the midst of trouble, indestructible, always bobbing back up when it is thrust down. As a movie title once put it, hope floats.

And this hope is not an accessory, to be taken on or put off. This hope is implanted in you, in me, in the community of believers. It is a gift from God, from Jesus, through the Holy Spirit.

When Jesus knew his time was coming, he promised the disciples that his death would not be the end. I doubt that they heard him at first; certainly they couldn’t understand. And, at the resurrection, they may have thought that this was what he meant; he died, but now he’s back. But Jesus knows that is not the end of this story, this story without end.

He will send them another Paraclete. Another Advocate, Comforter, Counselor; all this is wrapped up in this word, Paraclete. When Jesus mentions “another,” we are meant to notice: there’s been one before this! Indeed; Jesus is the first Paraclete, the first one called alongside them to teach and strengthen and comfort disciples. The Spirit that is coming is all of this, without the incarnate presence. Jesus is planting hope in them.

I imagine the original disciples felt lost without the physical presence, but they will experience the love and guidance again. They will know Jesus in a new way.

What a gift for us! The coming of the Spirit in their time opened the door for us to know Jesus too, to learn and be strengthened and comforted as they were. The Spirit that breathed over the earth, that created all that is, comes to us now as the Spirit of Jesus.

Jesus stresses that the Spirit will come, not to individuals with particular gifts, but to the community. All the “yous” here are plural. Its purpose is not to deliver private mystical experiences, or to elevate some over others; the Spirit comes to uphold the community of believers.
Together, we receive the Spirit.
Together, we continue to believe.
Together, we can stand in hope.
Together, we continue to love.

When Jesus tells us to keep his commandments, we needn’t look for a laundry list of observances or prohibitions. All we need to do, he says, is to love one another. That is his commandment. If we want to know him, if we want access to that love, we will love. In loving one another, we will find God’s love. It’s always there, it always will be, but we can cut ourselves off.

At the beginning of this chapter, Jesus tells the disciples, “Do not let your hearts be troubled. Believe in God, believe also in me.” Not believing like an assertion, an idea, but believing like trusting, relying on. This believing, this faith, can sustain us through the hard times. In the end, it is all that can.

Faith, hope, and love abide. It’s really that simple. Our faith is not in a particular building, a particular denomination or way of worship, but in the living God in whom we live and move and have our being. Whatever face of God we address - whether Creator, or Jesus, or Holy Spirit - we can put our trust in God, we can hope in God, we can love in and through God.

May God uphold us and encourage us to continue in hope. Amen.

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Blessed Eastertide!I opened to this passage from Meister Eckhart this morning, and it seemed so right for the season.To ...
04/07/2026

Blessed Eastertide!

I opened to this passage from Meister Eckhart this morning, and it seemed so right for the season.

To say as many do that God made the world
is to confuse what is true, for God never ceased

making what was made, and what will be
is already present in God's unending Now.

This truth reminds me that God is making
all things new, even what is past and gone

and also what lies yet unknown in the future -
in your life and mine.

(Meister Eckhart's Book of the Heart,
Jon M. Sweeney and Mark S. Burrows)

Sr. Shane

Photo is our chapel.

Easter Morn(after John 20:1-18)His absence a gaping wound, a dark time, an eternity.The third day, the early dark, the s...
04/05/2026

Easter Morn
(after John 20:1-18)

His absence a gaping wound, a dark time, an eternity.
The third day, the early dark, the stone, out of place,
as was his body.
The tomb, empty.
Her beloved gone—again—Magdalene wept.
Quick! Find the others.

They have taken the Lord out of the tomb!
They, too, saw.
John believed:
His broken body, gone.

The two men left. She stayed.
Tears flowed.
Angels ask their absurd question:
Why are you weeping?
Then, the man, asking too… Maddening!

The familiar voice:
Mary!
Rabbouni!

How in God’s name do I take that in?
The nails, the agony, his last breath,
stone sealing the tomb
now rolled away,

Jesus, alive? Alive. Alive!
His heart-wrenching words: Do not cling to me.
Go tell the others!

I have seen the Lord!
Believe!

This year more than many I need this message. I need to trust in God, believe in Jesus and claim the resurrection story as my own. It isn’t complete without the other, without crucifixion, with the agony of the betrayal by his people—most friends, abandoning him; religious leaders insisting on his demise.
This year, more than many, I lean in. I trust that it is true: betrayal, denial and death do not, will not have the final word. God will not have it that way. Love will not be conquered. Bruised and even executed, it will NOT end there.
Getting through the middle, that time between a death and God’s victory over it, is always the hard part. Overcoming the desire to collapse—or getting back up once one does—that is faith—possible only through God’s power. But we must explore, seek, choose. What will we hold as truth in this time rife with lies? How will we, with Mary Magdalene, witness that Jesus’ resurrection is real and saving? What will sustain us? It is actually who.
Only God’s love, poured out from birth through resurrection and even now, by Jesus. He lives, too, through so many who are faithful to the call to love and pour themselves out in ways that are large and small.
Another truth that sustains me. Yes, resurrection is in the world to come—and now! In us and among us, surprising us as times and instruments of transformation are transformed. The cross is the tree of life and bearing ours can be, too.
Just as Mary and the disciples struggled to receive the risen Christ—were caught off guard by the miracle of new life—we grapple with this great mystery. It takes time and community to take it in. Even then we catch only a bit of it. But that bit is enough to change our lives.
The message is clear: no matter what happens, do not despair! So, with Christians throughout the ages, and my siblings now, I shout the joyful Alleluia! Christ is risen!
And so will we be. Happy Easter!
In Christ’s love and mine, E, for the Companions

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