Yesterday I had the opportunity to deliver a sermon about the feast day of Saint Mark, the evangelist. Mark who is said to have run away naked from the garden at Gethsemane, Mark who accompanied Peter, Mark the father of the African church, who confronts us again and again with a secretive worker of miracles, Peter’s Jesus, perplexing, enigmatic and powerful. Here are some of my thoughts.
I work on the campus of a church dedicated to Mark, St. Mark’s Episcopal Cathedral in Seattle. It is one of the most bizarre liturgical spaces in the Episcopal church. Bunker-like and spare, the unfinished concrete walls soar into the sky, framing tall arched windows, the panes catching hints of greens, pinks, and oranges, like scales of a fish. High above, enormous wooden beams give the sense of a rustic pub built for giants, great iron chandeliers tumbling down throughout. Continue reading