THE CHURCH OF BETHESDA-BY-THE-SEA,
PALM BEACH
CANON RICHARD T. NOLAN
July 31, 1994 The Tenth Sunday After Pentecost
Proper 13B

The journey into retirement is as strange as any of life's transitions. We have been fed with the virtues of "keeping busy" and being productive. Moreover, many of us have learned to depend upon our vocations for a sense of who we are and any resulting self-worth, significance, and purpose.

Retirement is one of those events that challenges all of these virtues. It is no longer necessary to keep busy or be productive. Some of us are former or "ex-" whatever we did for a living. I've been designated emeritus by one parish and one college; in the fall I'll be named an emeritus of a cathedral chapter. Less graciously I've been reminded that I'm eligible for "has-been" status!

How can you and I cope with major transitions in our lives? How are we sustained, whether through a chosen retirement, a forced departure from a position, the exodus of our growing children, the conclusion of a relationship, the death of someone we love, the onset of a disability, or a growing disenchantment with our circumstances?

To adjust should we rush to another job? Are we destined to feel worthless and purposeless without employment? Ought we focus primarily on our children or grandchildren wherever they are? Should we seek the immediate replacement of lost relationships? Do we sulk about new limitations? Should we quickly alter our circumstances, certain that the next situation will be much better?

I began planning for my early retirement several years ago. I resigned from my state college teaching post with generous benefits. In June, my Connecticut ministry closed amidst trumpets, timpani, and my own tears during the concluding procession. At the end of the month, after 27 years in the same home, the movers came. There were difficult moments, such as the removal of the mezuzah (a gift from Jewish friends) from the front entrance; my home became a house. Except for three Manhattan years, Connecticut had been my home for almost 40 years. Now move to the South? From a Boston suburb with an enduring Boston attitude I had already moved to the South once, to Connecticut. And, now, beyond the South, to the Tropics.

Be patient with me! I understand that none of this transition is tragic. Many of you have gone through and are coping with more monumental and difficult changes. I did not lose my job; there have been no untimely losses of persons. Yet this passage has its difficult moments, even with the excitement of a new house to be built in this county. Grieving over the loss of familiar persons and places, even in good upheavals, is appropriate and necessary; how much more so in difficult or tragic times. How can we be truly sustained in both wonderful and dreadful transitions?

With Bread. Yes, that's what I said, "Bread." In the Bible bread is a common word. Bread was so basic to their lives that the word "bread" could be used interchangeably with "food." However, Jesus cautioned his listeners that ordinary bread is insufficient for complete nourishment. They knew that the bread provided their ancestors in the wilderness had become a symbol of the life-giving power of God. Jesus now declared that God's life-giving power is fulfilled in himself. The Word of God incarnate in his life is the true Bread from heaven, the staple providing genuine life and truly satisfying the deepest of human hungers. As Risen Lord and Messiah, He is the Creator's authentic source of wholesome nourishment, thereby saving us from the toxic foods of false gods.

You and I gather this morning to be fed with extraordinary Bread. As the staple of genuine living, we consume holy bread, and we partake of consecrated wine. In this liturgical act we affirm who we are, each of us a unique, named child of God united in this fellowship. We are renewed as to who we really are or can be, if we choose to affirm our baptismal identity and live it out, blundering as we go. We celebrate our God-given identity that anchors and supports us during life's transitions, whether turbulent or peaceful.

Last October Bishop Schofield was in Hartford for a meeting of the national Church's Executive Council. (Having known each other during seminary, we've kept in touch in recent years.) At the reception following Evensong, I found myself standing between him and the Bishop of Connecticut while the three of us chatted. I was suddenly moved by the realization that I was with the chief breadmakers of two diocesan communities most significant to me: Connecticut and Southeast Florida (soon to become my home). I was reminded powerfully that amidst this transition my identity as a child of God would remain firm. Moreover, as I had been nurtured as such in Connecticut, I would be also fed in Southeast Florida. This awesome dawning did not cancel all grief and apprehensions, nor should it. Nonetheless, I was graced with an inner peace and a perspective for this adventure.

On the third of July I arrived at the Fort Lauderdale apartment enjoyed as a vacation spot for several years. Within a year I should be in a new home. Thanks to Fr. Warren's invitation, and Bishop Schofield's approval, I am breaking bread with you for the summer. Time will tell where my ongoing house of prayer is to be and whether in the congregation or in ordained capacities.

There is a quip that in every Episcopal parish its members wash a lot (at the font) and eat a lot (at the altar). Nevertheless, there are other considerations before one makes a commitment to a particular community of faith. Many individuals need to be in a congregation committed to responsible and informed diversity, faithful to the worldwide Anglican Communion's experience of Christ - illuminated by Scripture, Tradition, and Reason. Such people would not be at home in a setting wherein either powerful conservatives or liberals - lay or ordained - control thought and action. They would not choose to make a commitment where inevitable mischief-makers are so dominant that focus is diverted from the Breaking of the Bread. Many women and men want a place at the table with people who find their fundamental unity in corporate acts of worship, not in rigid, local agreement on all matters of doctrine, ethics, and taste. They look for a church that allows for healing when crises and disappointments occur, "where charity and love prevail." They hope to be in a parish that responds well as the Holy Spirit nudges it onward, a church where they are both comforted and challenged, where "common life embraces all whose Father is the same." Other factors may play a role, some as simple as wanting to be a parishioner in a location not requiring too much travel on I95!

I am here this morning as an "emeritus" journeying further into retirement. The rough spots and uncertainties are real. I am aware that "keeping busy" or other quick-fixes are at best ordinary sustenance. However, I'm no worthless, purposeless "has-been," nor are any of you. I know that regardless of what we are or are not doing, we are children of God who will be nurtured as such, wherever and whenever Christians break Bread together, In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.