A Reflection for this First Week in Lent 2023


By Abbot Kenneth Gillespie

Almighty God, whose blessed Son was led by the Spirit to be tempted
by Satan: Come quickly to help us who are assaulted by many
temptations, and, as you know the weaknesses of each of us, let each
one find you mighty to save; through Jesus Christ your Son our Lord,
who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and
for ever. Amen.


Brothers, may the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, and the love of God, and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit be with you all. We are now one week into our season of Holy Lent and, as our collect for this week reminds us that it was God the Holy Spirit who led Christ into the desert to be tempted, I think we should consider what it is He is leading us to this season of lent. This season is a time of preparation, of fasting and prayer, of service and sacrifice for others, and most importantly of penitence.


This is a time set aside. A time for us, the body of Christ, to examen ourselves, inside and outside. To ask God the Holy Spirit to come alongside us and reveal to us those growing edges we might need to focus on. It is an opportunity check the condition of our hearts, to see just how receptive we are to God, how docile we are to the leading of the Holy Spirit.


It is a chance to soften the callous places of our hearts, and to consecrate to our Lord those areas of our lives we have been selfishly withholding. When we consider fasting or giving up some particular thing during this season, I encourage you to keep in the forefront of your mind the reality that we do these things for one real purpose only, to cultivate within us the capacity for greater intimacy with God.


Our lessons from Holy Scripture for this past Sunday present to us the story of how Sin entered the world and the consequences that ensued. Our catechism tells us that it was through self-centered rebellion that sin entrapped us, that this great infection with which we each are born came to be. Pay close attention to how the serpent in described in our lesson from Genesis, “more crafty than any other creature.” Satan is indeed crafty. I say it often, He is not likely to show us as an ugly, disfigured monster to scare you as he is often portrayed. That would only send you running into God’s arms, begging for His protection.


No, Satan will not present himself as something or someone to be feared, but as something endearing, someone intriguing, irresistible. He plays on the weaknesses that already exists within you, the disordered affections which draw you away from God. Just as with Eve, who
knew God’s commandment about the tree, he lured her away with rationalization and deception that played into her desire for more. More, More, More!!! The rallying cry of our culture, of humanity. You deserve more shoes, more clothes, more dessert, more wine. You work hard. It is what we directly combat by ordering our lives by the rule and vows of this order.


It starts when we are young, Go ahead, have another helping of food, another piece of pie, so you can grow big and strong. We teach and train ourselves to indulge and so later, when Satan presents himself as an irresistible option and whispers sweetly in our ear, we jump right in. We walk right away from God in right down the way of death, just as Eve did. Lent in an opportunity to reorient ourselves to Christ as Lord.


The purpose of the fasting and abstinence, of giving up something for lent, it is not just a empty exercise in selfdenial or something we do just because traditions calls us to do it. It is something we do to expose within ourselves those areas of our lives we have been withholding from Christ. The temptation is often subtle and spread out throughout our lifetimes. Satan is good at playing the long game. There may be times where he goes for a quick win, but most of the time he is willing to wear us down and lead us astray just a little at a time, so years later we look up and wonder how did I get here? How did my life end up like
this, why am I so depressed, so bitter, so angry? Why does God feel so far away?


Lent is an opportunity to expose these areas, to bring them to light, to our awareness. It is a chance to develop good and healthy habits, not just for forty days, but for a lifetime. Don’t give up TV for lent just to go back to watching TV after lent as though nothing had changed.
Give up TV because you realize that you have been spending more time with the TV than with God. And don’t just replace it with another indulgent distraction from God, but instead with more time in prayer and reading Holy Scripture. Then after lent, if you should choose to
reintroduce TV into your life, do so with greater caution and intentionality that it no replace the good and healthy habits you have been cultivating for the past forty days. Imagine how that approach over a lifetime could help to cultivate within us greater capacity for God. The church year has many opportunities for fasting and penitence, not just lent. Take advantage of them, make the most of the opportunities they are, to grow in your own awareness and
discipline so that you may cling more fully to the Lord who loves you.


In the Gospel lesson for this first Sunday in Lent, we are told that Satan tempted Christ with food, power, and manipulation. He comes after each of us with the same temptations, our basic needs, our hunger, our thirst to matter, to be important, and our desire for security, to be in control. Notice how none of the three temptations were that bad. Would it have really mattered if Jesus had made the stones into bread and satiated his hunger? Would anyone have been hurt if Jesus tested God’s promise to protect him? And would it have been that bad if Jesus had been king of the world? YES, YES it would have because all three of these temptations represent a departure from God’s will. That second piece of pie, that new pair of shoes, that third night in a row of TV, that lingering look at someone who is not your spouse, ALL MATTER, not because they in and of themselves are that bad, but because they draw you away from God, from the Lordship of Christ. They are each subtle acts of rebellion, which overtime establish a callousness towards rebellion within our hearts and leads us slowly but steadily down the path of death. God wants more for you, God loves you deeply and desires you. Lent is all about letting Him love you more deeply.

Let us pray,


Holy and loving Father, You know the wickedness within each of us, the many areas in our lives where we have been tempted to stray from You. Reveal to us, those ways in which we stray and draw us back to You, that we may love you more faithfully, which our whole hearts, our whole minds, and with all of our strength. We ask this through Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with You and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and evermore. Amen.


Blessings,
Ab. Kenneth

The Incarnation: Christmas in the City

 A poem by Brother Craig

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People going, the wind blowing; 

          Outside, children at play as the light 

Begins to fade; the sky is battleship  

Gray—threatening rain or snow or ice. A 

          Football leaps through the crisp, heavy air; 

          Streetlights flicker bright, marking day turning 

          Into night. One by one, children  

Are called inside by loving, parental voice. 

They wave goodbye to friends with expectant promises 

          Of fun on the morning next. Shivering  

Against the cold, they hurry in. Tables set  

With hot steaming stew or chili or roast. The warmth 

Of home works it magic, closing an arm around each 

          Family, creating one, a unity, of individuals.  

          Prayers are said, thanking for the 

          Harvest plentiful. The house is warm; the love 

          Warmer still. 

Outside, the ground is splattered by rain now, 

Not much. Humanity is busy on this Christmas Eve, winter 

Night. Waves of people pass through the park—each 

          With a mission uniquely their own.  

A sparrow returns to her nest of twigs, singing praises  

          Amongst the oaks and pines. The rain turns 

To snow—but very light. Only a dusting 

          Of white—a touch of God evident to all. 

          Lights pour out from picture windows full 

Of treasures. The mostly empty shops— 

          Only a few last-minute shoppers in each— 

          Are full of lingering promises, ready to fulfill. 

          The people walk briskly into the evening, with 

          Always a watchful eye, packages bundled snugly 

Under their arms. A lone leaf, filled with God’s created 

          Reds and oranges and browns, skirts lightly across 

          A snow-sugared bench. A bus roars along, each rider huddled  

In its warmth. It passes by. Only a few curious eyes from within stare  

          Out at the painting nature is creating, fascinated, 

          Curious. One lone man, his head down 

Against the wind, hands deep in pockets, only 

Trench coat warm, moves down the street. 

Families, happiness, for the most, pass him by. He is 

Young- 

          Yet so very eternal old this day. He seems oblivious, but 

He is aware. Searching for him this Christmas Eve. The cold 

Bites hard. He moves by. 

          Elsewhere in the city, a young child, fourteen, half boy, 

Half man, continues a journey alone–accompanied by  

            the ghosts and demons of hurts and doubts and pain. 

            Only a few 

Cities from home, but, oh, so far in his heart, his soul… 

          A tear clears a path on his face, he 

          Wipes it dry. His anger, his fear,  

                  His hurt 

Raises, cursing the world, his life, his family, 

          His God.   

The man continues, praying to His Father,  

                  His Abba God. 

He feels, he wears, the hurt nearby. He senses pain, 

          Abandonment. He cries to Daddy above for courage 

          And strength… 

He can feel Holy Spirit breath at work. His head turns 

Skyward, breathes in cold, clean air. A  

          Tear, 

(this one of joy) 

Washes face and soul, 

          He pauses, watching four kids pass, 

Laughing merrily, nearby. His heart laughs 

          With them for an eternal instant, then 

          Cries with anguished pain.  

A dark alley. He sees the child enter, 

He knows his journey, ongoing, has begun. He tightens 

His coat, protection from the cold, protection from 

          The evils he knows he will soon behold.  

He approaches the alley, stops at entrance, pulls out 

          A cigar, fumbles for a match, not finding one. 

          Light sobbing in the dark. He smells the smoke— 

Not a cigarette. 

          “Hey, kid,” he calls. “Ya gotta light?” 

Silence follows. The silence is deep, complete. 

The kid waits, afraid… 

          A cop perhaps… 

          Or worse, a man who preys on the vulnerable, 

          The lost… 

                  Alone… 

                          The desperate soul… 

          “Yeah, mister, sure,” he barely whispers above the  

                  Falling snow. 

The man enters the alley, slow, he sees the kid, huddled 

          In a doorway; so small, so insignificant, alone. 

          The child hands him a lighter; he lights 

His cigar. He hands the lighter back with a touch so warm.  

          “Sure is cold tonight.” 

          The kid grunts and sneaks a nervous puff, wishing 

          The man would move on; yet yearning— 

                  For some reason— 

          That he’d stay, for just a moment or so. 

The man sits down, not too close, a sigh escapes… 

          The kid extinguishes, pockets his joint. 

The man rambles on, talking of his family. 

The kid grows restless, confused, yet drawn. 

“Hey, mister. I gotta go.” 

          “Where ya goin’, kid?” 

                  Somehow, he knows. 

“I don’t know, just gotta go.” 

          “It’s Christmas Eve, ya gotta home?” 

“Yeah.” 

          “Ya goin’ there?” 

“Maybe…who cares?” A long pause. “No.” 

          The kid begins to cry. He curses family and 

God above. The man listens—compassion fills 

His heart. He shares, he wears the kid’s hurt so deep. 

          He places a loving hand, gentle, on kid’s shoulder. 

The kid recoils— 

He’s been there before— 

Then gives into this different kind of love. 

The lost child hugs the man, he feels so safe now. Embarrassed,  

Yet he drinks, inhales the love. The man returns the  

Hug, joy overfills in his heart. He praises 

His Father above. 

          “Thank you, Mister,” the hug implies. 

          “You need a ride?” 

“Yeah,” the kid replies.  

          They leave the alley, the kid surprised—he  

          Fumbles in his jacket pocket. The man 

          Looks away. 

They pass a trashcan, the boy tosses three joints 

In. That simple act, somehow sets free. 

          They reach the man’s car. It’s snowing 

Hard now. In the distance, “Silent Night”  

Is heard. The streets are mostly empty now. 

          The shops are all but closed. A lone Santa rings 

          His bell for the few people hurrying 

Home. 

Inside, kids are asleep, or soon will be, tucked beneath 

Their sheets. 

          The man drives the boy two cities away 

To a house with such little joy. The boy smiles 

At the young man. The man stops the car 

          As church bells toll the midnight hour. It’s 

Christmas now. The boy begins to cry. 

(this cry is one of melancholy joy) 

He opens the door, 

Ready to love his parents, if they will forgive… 

          As he leaves the car, the man 

Speaks his mind. 

“Hey, Eric,” the man calls out. 

          “How did he know my name?” 

“Yeah?” 

“You ever need me, just give me a call.” 

          “I’ll do that,” came the reply. 

          He started up the sidewalk, then turned 

Sharply around. “How do I reach you?” 

“I’ll tell you,” said the man. 

          “When things are rough, and you need a  

Friend, just get on your knees and say a 

Prayer. Say, ‘Lord, Father, I need you,’ and do you know what?” 

          “What?” 

“I’ll always, always 

          BE THERE.”