Resurrection and the City

22 04 2012

by Brian Walsh

(We’ve sat in Easter Saturday for three weeks now. Not a bad thing to do considering how quickly we want to get past the horror of Good Friday. Maybe it is time for us to now proclaim the resurrection. Because without the resurrection, there is no remixing of the empire. This is my Wine Before Breakfast meditation on the Road to Emmaus story in Luke 24.13-35)

It wasn’t surprising that they had decided to leave the city.
Jerusalem had again failed to live up to its name.

Bloodshed, not peace, had been raining in this city for years,
and the last couple of days had been just more of the same.

Another round of arrests,
more beatings and corrupt trials,
another group of crucifixions,
more violence in the police state,
yet another repression of anything that could be a threat to the city
and its religious, political and economic elite.

This city that had held their hopes and dreams,
this city that had been the bearer of the promises,
this city where they had hoped to see the redemption of Israel,
this city where they had longed to see streets for dwelling,
justice in the gates,
jubilee in the land,
the protection of orphans, widows and strangers,
refuge for the vulnerable;
this city that they had hoped would be the capitol for the Kingdom of God,
… this city had failed them again. Read the rest of this entry »





Holy Week and Dismantling Atomic Bombs

5 04 2012

(A Holy Week Sermon preached at Wine Before Breakfast, based on Mark’s telling of the story of Holy Week)

by Brian Walsh

The pilgrims on the Jericho road always sang the same song as they made their way to Jerusalem on the first day of Passover Week.

They always sang Psalm 118.

“Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good, his steadfast love endures forever.”

And when they got to the end of the Psalm they would sing,
“Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord.”

And they would add in “Hosanna, Hosanna” “Save us, come and save.”

Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord – to save!

And these were, of course, revolutionary words in the context of the Roman empire, especially at the beginning of Passover Week.

“Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord, to save” means “Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord to release us from imperial bondage, to set us free from the repression of the empire.” Read the rest of this entry »





A Pastoral Letter for Holy Week 2012

1 04 2012

(Every year Brian writes a pastoral letter to the Wine Before Breakfast community at the University of Toronto in which he calls the community to be intentional about keeping Holy Week. We share this letter with the broader Empire Remixed community.)

by Brian Walsh

Dear friends:

We have spent the last year at Wine Before Breakfast looking for a better city.

It all began with the urban contrast of all urban contrasts:
the fall of Babylon and the descending of the New Jerusalem.

The city of man meets the city of God.

The imperial regime of luxurious wealth
built on the solid foundation of oppression and idolatry

meets a city of radical hospitality, healing and joy
built on the solid foundation of the homecoming God.

Babylon and Jerusalem.
The contrast echoes throughout the biblical story.

And they find deep resonance in our own urban experiences. Read the rest of this entry »





Lent, the City and Philippians

22 02 2012

by Brian Walsh

From the book of Revelation, back to Genesis, into the Torah, through the monarchy and then on to Isaiah with his prophecies of judgement, exile and return, the Wine Before Breakfast community has spent the last number of months meditating on a biblical vision of the city. We’ve posted a number of the sermons from those services here at Empire Remixed.

And it is an ambivalent vision of the city. We began with the cataclysmic Fall of Babylon and moved in our second week to the hope of a New Jerusalem. And its been back and forth all year.

One day you’re waiting for the sky to fall,
the next you’re dazzled by the beauty of it all

Apocalyptic dread and the beauty of hope. A biblical theology of the city finds itself between these two poles. Read the rest of this entry »





A Love Letter Returned

20 02 2012

A Valentine’s Day Meditation on Isaiah 65:17-25 preached on 14 February, 2012 at Wine Before Breakfast.

by Jake Aikenhead

So, today is Valentine’s day….

Rest assured I have no intentions of commenting on this commercial holiday, either for good or for ill, except to say that a blog I often read paid tribute to Valentine’s day this week, and that I found the content of this tribute to be of interest. They posted a series of anonymous and love-related confessions. Some were hopeful, some were clearly the product of a broken heart, but one of them particularly fixed my attention, and I will repeat it here verbatim:

I once returned a love letter to the girl who wrote it.
I returned it with all of the spelling mistakes corrected in red ink! Read the rest of this entry »





Ordination, Liturgy and Blood-Stained Hands

25 11 2011

by Brian Walsh

Joanna Manning is going to be ordained a priest. The author of Is the Pope Catholic: A Woman Confronts her Church and Take Back the Truth: Papal Power and the Religious Right is going to be a priest.

Obviously, not a Roman Catholic priest.

No, our dear sister was ordained to the ministry of the deaconate in the Anglican Church last May and will be ordained priest this Sunday. And when someone from the Wine Before Breakfast community receives the laying-on-of-hands from a bishop, it is our practice to get our hands in there first.

So that is what we are going to do at Wine Before Breakfast. We are going to send Joanna on her retreat and towards her ordination with our blessings and with our prayers.

Now it is an interesting thing that Joanna, of all people, is going to be a priest. It is going to be her responsibility to attend to the liturgies of the church, to make sure that the Eucharist and the high holy days of the liturgical calendars are duly observed. And yet no one knows better than Joanna that God is sick of liturgy with blood-stained hands.

The prophet Isaiah says that God can’t endure this shit anymore – offerings, incense, Sabbaths, solemn assemblies, appointed festivals. God hates it all, these rich and finely performed liturgies are a burden to God. I mean, we believe that God is ‘omnipotent’ and all, but Isaiah says that these liturgies make God weary, they sap the divine strength!

Isn’t that curious?

The only thing that can strip God of divine power is the liturgy of God’s people!

And then the prophet comes to a devastating conclusion. Speaking in the voice of God, Isaiah says,

When you stretch out your hands,
I will hide my eyes from you;
even though you make many prayers,
I will not listen;
your hands are full of blood.

I will not listen. I will not look.

The divine eyes and ears are closed to a people who pray fervently, who present wonderful liturgies, but whose hands are full of blood.

No one knows this better than Joanna Manning.

Isaiah has a solution to this problem, however. It is a covenantal solution. It isn’t rocket science, it isn’t complicated. It is profoundly simple, deeply healing, and radically true. But it isn’t easy:

Cease to do evil,
learn to do good;
seek justice,
rescue the oppressed,
defend the orphan,
plead for the widow.

Six verbs: cease, learn, seek, rescue, defend, plead.

One negative, five positive.

Cease, repent, turn away from evil, and then direct your life to the good, justice, the oppressed, the orphan and the widow.

It’s actually the only way to get the blood off of our hands.

And so as a community we lay our own blood-stained hands on our sister, consecrating her to continue a ministry of justice, indeed, a ministry that just might occasion the renewal of liturgies and worship that is worthy of our God.

Come and pray.
Pray for Joanna.
Pray for the church.
Pray for justice.
Pray for healing.
Pray for forgiveness.

Joanna Manning’s ordination details:
November 27 at 4.30 pm
All Saints Kingsway Anglican Church
2850 Bloor St West | Toronto, ON

All are welcome. Members of the WBB community will be participating in the service.





Prayers in the Shadow of Sodom

17 10 2011

Originally composed for the Wine Before Breakfast Community, in dialogue with Genesis 19.1-29, and with a little help from Mumford and Sons, “Dustbowl Dance.”

by Stephen Edwards

Let us pray,
we stand before you, Lord
in the midst of our city, suffering
with wickedness,
we are well acquainted

We are naked, Lord
Our shame is revealed

Our sister Sodom
who sought to know your angels
Our sister Sodom
in whom not 10 righteous could be found
Our sister Sodom
on whom you rained down fire
Our sister Sodom
a byword in our mouths
Our sister Sodom
who is not so different from us
Our sister Sodom
who is not so far from us
Our sister Sodom
who shines beside our sin and disgrace
Read the rest of this entry »





Gate Crashing

19 03 2011

by Dave Shulman

A reflection on Matthew 16:13-28 delivered March 15, 2011 at Wine Before Breakfast

It may be true that “much depends on dinner”, but in the world of housing, everything depends on location, location, location.

Real estate figures prominently in today’s gospel passage. Jesus and the disciples are just outside Caesarea Philippi, a complex that today would be called a “prime waterfront location” for the monster homes and temples of the Herodian family. The Herodians are the puppet rulers of Palestine installed by the Roman Empire to create the illusion of local self-rule. They got to develop the waterfront properties as a reward for pandering to Roman interests while thousands were homeless and dispossessed. And like the exclusive real estate of our own time, these properties have guards . . . and gates. Read the rest of this entry »





Jesus in the Healing Game

10 02 2011

by Amy Fisher

A reflection on Matthew 12:22-37, Van Morrison’s “The Healing Game” and a poem by Rilke delivered on February 8, 2011 at Wine Before Breakfast

My favourite poem goes like this:

No one lives his life.

Disguised since childhood,
haphazardly assembled
from voices and fears and little pleasures,
we come of age as masks.

Our true face never speaks

Somewhere there must be storehouses
Where all these lives are laid away
like suits of armor or old carriages
or clothes hanging limply on the walls.

All paths lead there,
to the repository of unlived things.
–Rainer Maria Rilke

I love this poem for its truth, even while I hope that it’s a lie. Read the rest of this entry »





Set the Captives Free? Yes we can (through the cross)

12 11 2008

by Frederick Harrison

I’ve been gnawing on the Luke 7:17-35 passage over the last month. Especially verse 22.

John is in Herod’s dungeon wondering when Jesus will depose Herod and establish a Godly kingship on earth. He remembers the Isaiah 61 prophecy but doesn’t get the bigger picture.

John has in mind unfortunates like himself, jailed because those in authority don’t like what he is saying. “Brood of vipers!” indeed. We’ll throw him in the pit until he pays us a little more respect. Read the rest of this entry »








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