Sermon given by Father Kevin Morris, Ninth Rector of the Church of The Ascension at the funeral mass of Father Donald Latham, Sixth Rector of the Church of The Ascension, April 24th 2016.

I want to begin by reading you an excerpt from a letter:

 You must understand this: distressing times will come. For people will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boasters, arrogant, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, inhuman, implacable, slanderers, profligates, brutes, haters of good, treacherous, reckless, swollen with conceit, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God, holding to the outward form of godliness but denying its power. Avoid them!  For among them are those who make their way into households and captivate silly women, overwhelmed by their sins and swayed by all kinds of desires, who are always being instructed and can never arrive at a knowledge of the truth.

 

Now here is a question: was I just reading from the 2^nd letter of Paul to Timothy describing the Last Days, or the 1^st letter of Donald Latham to Kevin Morris describing the Church of the Ascension?

 

You will be forgiven if you are unsure of the answer to that.

 

I actually thought that I was beginning to solve a great theological mystery this week: you see we don’t actually know who wrote the second letter to Timothy. It is traditionally attributed to Paul, but we know that its tone and style look nothing like Paul’s. Who could have written it then? Whose style of writing is this? And then I started to pour over my old correspondences with Father Latham and the light came on! This sounds like something he would have written.

 

I was prepared to announce my Latham hypothesis for the authorship of 2^nd Timothy, until I came across one line: “No one serving in the army gets entangled in everyday affairs; the soldiers aim is to please the enlisting officer.” I realized then and there that Father Latham couldn’t have written this, because although he was quite good at giving orders, he didn’t always like to receive them. He told the story about when he was in the Navy and disobeyed his commanding officers orders by staying up in the signal room during a combat when he was supposed to be in the wardroom, because according to him the view was better. Now it was a testament to Father Latham’s character and personality that nobody would tell him to go back downstairs where he belonged.

 

Thus we get a glimpse of the self-proclaimed old curmudgeon that we remember today. His personality was reflected in the dogs he raised and so loved: He liked to project himself as a Doberman or a Great Dane, but I suspect down inside he was something more of a Dachshund. He was a man with a great capacity to love, but that love was often shown in his appreciation of practical jokes, in yanking your chain or in questioning your mental stability.

 

He had been warned by one of the bishops of this diocese that the vestry of this church “eats rectors for breakfast.” But I am afraid that vestry met its match in Donald Latham. His tenure here would be the highlight of his career, and his love for this place and the people in it, despite his humorous protestations about wretched children and depraved lawyers, was unquestionable. He was a stubborn man, but that also means he loved stubbornly. No matter how many challenges this place presented him with, and no matter how difficult or intimidating some people tried to be, he just kept on loving. It is no easy thing, but it is that kind of love, and that kind of life that God calls us to.

 

One of the peculiar realities of the priesthood is that very often your best friends and your worst enemies are other priests. The legacy that is left to you by your predecessors can be either your greatest asset or your greatest obstacle. Shortly after I arrived in Rockville Centre, I did indeed receive a letter from Father Latham, introducing me to this place and some of its idiosyncracies which he relished. It was the first of quite a few correspondences we have had over these past few years and I am grateful for them, because they are my personal connection to Donald, but they are not the only way, and in fact they are not the primary way that I got to know him. It is the legacy that he left here that was my first introduction to the sixth rector. Sometimes the best way to know someone’s character is to look at what they leave behind. Just like a glacier, it is the landscape left behind when it is gone that is the best testimony to its power and influence. Donald Latham was the rector of this parish for 22 years during a time of great change in the Episcopal church and in the world and what did he leave behind?

 

Well first and foremost he left behind a church filled with Christians (mostly) and you can’t take that for granted nowadays. He left a church that was formed on the solid foundation of classic Christianity. I can step into this pulpit and preach the gospel and not worry about getting shouted down for actually believing in the Resurrection. When we stand up and recite the creed we “believe what we say and say what we believe” to use one of Father Latham’s quotes and I tip my biretta to him for keeping the faith.

 

We are a church that values traditional liturgy. When the Episcopal Church revised its prayerbook in 1979, Father Latham could have insisted that this church change to that dreadful thing known as Rite II (modern language), but he didn’t. And while I am actually jesting a bit, because the modern rite isn’t the end of the world and some of it is just fine, still I am glad that this church decided to hold on to and value traditional worship. It is part of the quirky character of this place and we owe that in part to Father Latham. I would hasten to add here that although he was traditional, he was not utterly immovable. When it was time for women to begin taking more active roles in leadership in the church, he relented, although maybe he needed to be pushed a little at time. Reading over some of his memoirs, he seemed proud that Margaret Waische was the first woman elected to the vestry, although he also seemed a bit proud that two of his Dobermans peed on her once. And he never forgot the fact that is was Carolyn Brancato who petitioned him to allow girls to be acolytes, but she did and he did. The old Doberman could indeed be a daschund sometimes.

 

We are a church that values good music, we value social activities, fellowship and friendship, we value the nutjobs as much as the normal. Those of us who value the character of this church owe a huge debt of gratitude to this man for helping to shape that same character. This man touched a lot of lives. Some of you have come from far and wide to be here and to pay your respects to him. Now you may have come here to honor him, but I am here to tell you that that is not our first and most important task here today. Our first and primary purpose for gathering this afternoon is not to honor the man in the urn, it is to honor the man on the cross. That is the first purpose of every Christian funeral, because it is his death and resurrection that changes the way we grieve. We are people who have hope. We have hope because this is the Church of the Ascension and we know that our Lord ascended into heaven and is preparing a place for us there so that we may be with him. We have hope because we believe just like the author of 2 Timothy that “if we have died with him, we will also live with him; if we endure, we will also reign with him.” If you really want to honor Father Latham, then honor the man that inspired him and that he dedicated his life to serve. You may have loved Donald Latham, but it is really the life, death and resurrection of Jesus Christ that brings us together today. It was his word that Donald preached and it was his stubborn love that Donald tried emulate in his own stubborn love for you. The best way you could honor him would be by being the Christians that he helped shape you to be: get up and go to church, pick up those bibles and learn about Jesus, pray, forgive, love, laugh and know that hope that you have in Christ Jesus.

 

Maybe Father Latham didn’t write 2 Timothy, but just for a second, listen to it as if he had:

 

Now you have observed my teaching, my conduct, my aim in life, my faith, my patience, my love, my steadfastnest, my persecutions, and my suffering …but as for you, continue in what you have learned and firmly believed, knowing from whom you learned it, and how from childhood you have known the sacred writings that are able to instruct you for salvation through faith in Christ Jesus. In the presence of God and of Christ Jesus, who is to judge the living and the dead, and in view of his appearing and his kingdom, I solemnly urge you: proclaim the message, be persistent whether the time is favorable or unfavorable; convince, rebuke, and encourage, with utmost patience and teaching.

As for me, the time of my departure has come. I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.

Amen.

 

One last thing: in one of my email exchanges with Father Latham he left me this piece of advice: Kevin, stay healthy and humorous. It will get you through all those exasperating days with all those attorneys who pollute the environment. And with that said I would like to invite one of those attorneys forward to offer a few more words about our departed friend.

It never ceases to amaze me.

Americans will latch on to any fad diet with an almost religious zeal. The rules can be strict or relaxed, obvious or obscure. Give up dairy and meat? No problem. Give up carbs and caffeine? Easy. Cut out wheat, butter, sugar, fat or almost anything else and people are still with you, but suggest that someone might want to give up one of these items for a spiritual reason, and not merely a physical one, and you’ve lost them completely! “Why would I want to do that?” “I don’t want a religion that tells me what I can and can’t eat.” “Why would God care if I eat ________ (fill in the blank)?” The idea that the physical body and the spiritual body are linked can still seem odd and foreign, even to people of faith, and yet throughout our scriptures and our religious tradition there is an indelible link between our faith and the food we eat.

 

It is a great irony to me that Christians and the Church seem so preoccupied with issues of sexuality (something about which our Lord is recorded to have said very little) and yet spend almost no time contemplating the spirituality of their food, which was an issue and a symbol of great importance to Jesus. Jesus turns water into wine, he multiplies loaves and fishes, he describes the Kingdom of God as a banquet, shows concern for those who hunger, instructs his disciples to pray for their daily bread and ultimately offers his very life to them in the form of bread and wine. Food matters to Jesus; It should matter to us as well. Food should matter to us, not just in the sense of its power to subdue our hunger and sustain our lives, but also in its miraculous power to connect us to the created world, to our fellow human beings and ultimately to God.

 

Christians need to reclaim their spirituality of food, and that goes deeper than just saying grace before each meal (although giving thanks is an excellent practice worthy of being maintained). We need to get serious about what we eat, how it is raised (and who raises it), how it is prepared (and who prepares it), and how it is eaten (and whom we eat it with). This isn’t about latching on to some fad diet or latest nutrition trend; it is about realizing how the food we eat influences our entire lives, especially our spiritual lives, and choosing to do something about it.

 

I think that there are 4 principles that we as Christians need to understand if we are to truly appreciate the influence that what we eat can have over our faith, or relationships and our lives in general.

 

1. Some fruit is still forbidden

 

This is not about avoiding whatever the current nutritional “bad guy” of the week is; It is about the very simple realization that what you choose to eat affects your life, and the lives of those around you. The story of the fall of humanity begins with a man and a woman choosing to eat the wrong thing. From the very beginning of our scriptures there is an understanding that what we eat can have consequences for us that go far beyond our digestion. To put it simply: some things are not to be eaten, and it isn’t because they are necessarily poisonous to our bodies, but rather because they are poisonous to our souls. When gentile converts to Christianity were first being accepted into the church, there was some debate among the disciples as to whether or not the converts should be forced to maintain Jewish dietary laws. After some discussion, and with some influence of the Holy Spirit, the disciples decided that it was not necessary for gentile converts to observe all Jewish laws; however, they were instructed to “abstain from what has been sacrificed to idols and from blood and from what is strangled and from fornication” (Acts 15:29). Leaving the issue of fornication to the side, the early church clearly upheld that there were certain things that Christians were simply not to eat. Food that is sacrificed to idols (or that leads to idolatry), and food that comes from animals that are improperly or inhumanely slaughtered are strictly forbidden. How many Christians stop in the supermarket and ask themselves: where is this meat from? Was this animal treated with the respect that a creature of God deserves or was it treated inhumanely and brutally with little regard for the God-given life running through its veins? Is our food culture serving to glorify the God of Jesus and our ancestors or is it serving some other idol (like corporate profit and greed). These are serious questions. I am not a vegetarian, nor do I advocate becoming one, but if we are to fully appreciate the life that our food gives us, then we need to respect the life that it often takes from other creatures.

 

2. We depend upon each other

 

I love going to the grocery store: it is a little world full of interesting food possibilities, but one thing I have noticed about shopping at the local supermarket is that it is entirely possible to get my food without having any human interaction whatsoever. Even the checkout counter is automated. I can go to the store buy, the food that I want, and go home without needing help from anyone. Once I thought that that was a great convenience, now I realize that it is a huge problem. It is a problem because it is a lie. I do need help from others…lots of others. Buying food from vast corporate supermarkets, it is easy to forget how much we depend upon the work of other people to supply the meals we so often take for granted. You don’t see the farmer who grows the wheat, or the miller who grinds it, or the baker who bakes it; you simply see a loaf of bread. But that bread represents the work of many others, whose livelihood also depends upon feeding us. I live in the suburbs. Even when I grow vegetables in the garden, I am not going to be able to grow everything I need to keep myself fed, and I certainly can’t keep any livestock. We can’t all live on farms, but we can all learn to appreciate that the food we eat comes to us, not simply by our own labor, but by that of countless others. Visiting a grocery store can be convenient, but knowing the farmer, the butcher, and the baker that put their life’s work into your food is far more spiritually nourishing.

 

3. The ritual matters

 

One of my primary functions as a priest is to preside over a meal. The Lord’s Supper is a highly ritualized meal and filled with symbolism, but it is a meal nonetheless. Now I firmly believe that the bread and wine of the Eucharist actually do become our Lord’s body and blood, and I believe that it has the power to strengthen our souls in a way that no other food can, but I don’t stand in front of my church on Sunday morning just distributing it to passersby so that they can skip the whole service. Why? Because the entire ritual of the meal feeds us, and not just the bread and the wine. It is through ritual that connections are made. How many relationships are begun over a shared meal? How much do we learn about what it means to live in a family or in a community by sitting down and eating together? It was over meals that Jesus did much of his teaching and it was a meal that he left his disciples as a way of remaining connected to him. Our food rituals, when we respect and preserve them, can create spiritual connections that death simply cannot conquer.

 

A month before I left home for college my grandfather died. I had always been very close to him and his death was really the first that touched my life in such a personal way. Someone that I had loved deeply was gone and I found myself wanting to hold on to all the things that reminded me of him. While I was getting adjusted to life on my own, I began to miss the foods that reminded me of home and the loved ones that I was missing. I decided to work on a project: I would request recipes from my family members scattered across the country, along with some of their favorite stories and pictures, and edit them into a cookbook. I didn’t know it at the time, but it was this very cookbook that eventually led to my becoming a priest. It still sits on my shelf, now very worn and with a few food stains, but that’s as it should be, as it gets used frequently. Family recipes, traditions, and rituals are the glue that hold us together across generations. They keep us connected to those who have passed before us and help us to know who we are. I often wonder if our faith is formed more by the supper that happens Sunday evening than the one that happens Sunday morning, but in either case I have no doubt that the ritual matters.

 

4. Beware cheap imitations and short cuts

 

The devil tempted Jesus to turn a stone into bread, and ever since he has been tempting us to turn garbage into food as well. Jesus didn’t buy it and neither should we. “One does not live by bread alone” was our Lord’s response, meaning that it isn’t just the food itself that feeds us. The work, the rituals and the human interactions that go into our food are all part of what make it nourishing and life-giving to us. So many of our diet related health problems stem from the fact that we are convinced that we should have all of the pleasure of food without any of the work of producing it. But the work of producing it is a part of what gives us life and it is also that same work, which helps us keep our appetites in check. Good food, food that nourishes our body and soul, actually takes time.

 

I grew up in a very Southern family and some of my fondest memories are the lessons I had in had to prepare food the old fashioned way. It created a life-long interest in traditional foods and an appreciation for the amount of work that it actually takes to produce a meal from scratch. Maybe the pace of my life will never let me go back to a time when everything was cooked at home, but maybe I can in small ways start to reclaim my diet from the host of food-like imitations that have invaded it. Yes, it takes extra work to actually cook and prepare your own food, but you also reap extra benefits. People like to talk about saving time by not cooking, but think about all that time that cooking does give you: time to pray, time to think, time to talk with your loved ones. Maybe it is fast food that is the real waste of time.There are no short cuts. There are no substitutes. Anyone trying to convince you otherwise is probably working for the other side.

 

What we eat, where it comes from, who we eat it with, and how much work we put into it all affect our spiritual lives as well as our physical wellbeing. Eating is a spiritual act as well as a physical one, and it should give us joy as well as sustain our lives. Food is a gift from God and the preparation and eating of it should glorify God as well. To take the spiritual dimensions of our food seriously will mean making some sacrifices: it may mean caring more about substance than convenience, but then if the old adage that “you are what you eat” is true, isn’t that what we want to be? People of substance? Maybe it is time that we dust off some old traditions, get into the kitchen and start reclaiming the spirituality of our food. It is, afterall, a gift from God.

 

Day by day, as they spent much time together in the temple, they broke bread at home and ate their food with glad and generous hearts, praising God and having the goodwill of all the people. And day by day the Lord added to their number those who were being saved.

(Acts 2:46-47)