These letters from Pastor Harry and church leaders explore the challenges we face as people of faith in a complicated and fearful world, not unlike the world that Paul faced, and not unlike the world that Dr. King faced down.
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May 3, 2025
Dear Saints in Santa Fe, and other far-off places:
Greetings in the name and spirit of Jesus Christ!
Jesus sits for his portrait.
I did once. Back in my first church when a young woman who painted in oils asked me to sit for my portrait. I was flattered. Until I realized she only wanted me for my black clergy robe because it had folds in the sleeves. She needed to practice her sleeve folds! Fair enough. So I agreed and after many sittings the day arrived for its unveiling. The sleeves looked great. Me? I looked faintly like a young Robert Redford in his Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid days, minus the mustache, which means it looked nothing like me at all.
But it got me wondering. What would a portrait of Jesus look like? Oh, I know all about the many versions of the blond and blue-eyed Sundance Kid Jesus, but no, really, what did Jesus really look like? The Gospels never tell us. Not even a paintbrush stroke of a clue.
I suppose each of us have our own image of Jesus, painted by our culture and preferences. A Sri Lankan artist friend at Yale painted Jesus as a Sri Lankan (and to my amazement one of her paintings was hanging up at the church when I arrived and is now in the church office!). I celebrate the idea that people see him within their own culture wherever they are in the world.
Not quite so in our post-Easter story this Sunday, Luke 24:28-35, where the Risen Christ is walking with two traumatized disciples going home from Jerusalem two days after Jesus’ violent crucifixion. They don’t recognize Jesus. Not at all. It’s startling, really, that their friend and mentor they had been with just a few days earlier, and countless days before that, was like a stranger to them. They only recognized him while sharing a meal and the breaking of bread. Then he vanished.
Doesn’t this feel like today? There is no portrait of him. We see him only in our mind’s eye in gospel stories as he heals, teaches, prays, walks, boats, talks, and breaks bread.
Mother Theresa would say she saw Jesus every time she tended the poor and neglected. I would add that we see Jesus any time compassion is offered. Any time justice is attained. Any time mercy is present. Any time we commit ourselves to bettering the world. Any time we embrace nonviolence. Any time we understand the whole world is connected. Any time we break bread with folks who don’t resemble or agree with us. Any time, dare I say, we embrace diversity, equality, and the dis-included (how did these core Gospel values become suddenly taboo?). These become our portraits of him today.
Have you started Jesus’ portrait yet? Is your canvass large enough? Did you get all the colors and nuances of his life, and how his eyes look? Can we believe he is still a factor in our lives?
And can we paint his sleeves? Not the folds but what it looks like when he has his arms wide open welcoming the world into his embrace.
Grace and peace,
Harry