Thursday, May 24, 2018

The Feast of Jackson Kemper


homily preached at St. Paul's Episcopal Church, Bellingham, WA
by the Rev. Josh Hosler
Thursday, May 24, 2018

Collect: Lord God, in whose providence Jackson Kemper was chosen first missionary bishop in this land, and by his arduous labor and travel established congregations in scattered settlements of the West: Grant that the Church may always be faithful to its mission, and have the vision, courage, and perseverance to make known to all peoples the Good News of Jesus Christ; who with you and the Holy Spirit lives and reigns, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.
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I frequently find myself preaching on the feast days of missionaries: missionaries from Europe to Africa, the Far East, the South Seas … the late 19th century, especially, saw many white Christians doing their best to bring the Gospel to people all over the world. They have earned a place on the saints’ calendar through their faith and their courage.

Yet I always find myself taking a deep breath before preaching about them, because we look at them today through the lens of the sad legacy of colonialism. When Europeans exported Christianity, they also exported many unquestioned assumptions about what it meant to be “civilized.” There was racism in their work—lots of it. And those of us who are descended from them didn’t recognize that racism until much later.

The Rt. Rev. Jackson Kemper
(image from Wikipedia)
So when I saw the name Jackson Kemper come up, I thought, “Oh boy, here’s another one.” And I settled in to read about his appointment, in 1835, as the first missionary bishop of the United States. Kemper journeyed west to preach to Native Americans of many tribes. He sought to have the Bible translated into a number of Native languages. When Kemper noted that few priests from the comfortable eastern states could be induced to trade that lifestyle for the harsh frontier, he set about founding schools and seminaries in Missouri and Wisconsin to attract young men who already lived there. Kemper founded Nashotah House Seminary, which is still raising up new priests today. Later in life, Kemper was made Bishop of Wisconsin and began the work of splitting off and founding the Diocese of Fond du Lac. But colloquially and affectionately, Kemper was known as “The Bishop of the Whole Northwest.”

So yes, here was a man of great courage, great faith, and great talent. His accomplishments were numerous, and many others have since watered the seeds that he planted. And yet I wondered … how much can we hope for from the missionaries of two centuries ago?

In an 1841 sermon to the Board of Missions, Kemper preached:

How remarkably peculiar, how vastly important is the position of our Church! Possessing as we fully believe all those characteristics which distinguished the primitive fold—a scriptural Liturgy, evangelical doctrines, and the apostolic succession—having the form of godliness and the power thereof—free from the false and worldly scruples and the time-serving policy of civil governments—independent—respected and influential—in the midst of an intelligent, enterprising and commercial people—Brethren! may it not be our duty to convert the world—may not this high, this inestimable privilege be offered to us?![1]

So let’s talk about “converting the world.” It was a common trope of 19th-century missionaries. But do we all agree on what it means?

The final sentences of Matthew’s Gospel give us the words of the Resurrected Christ: “Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything that I have commanded you. And remember, I am with you always, to the end of the age.” First of all, I’ll note in passing that this is the first occurrence anywhere of the familiar Trinitarian formula, whose theology had yet to be developed when Matthew wrote. But more importantly, Jesus himself tells us what evangelism is: making disciples, baptizing, teaching Jesus’ words of eternal love. This is called the Great Commission.

And so we do seek to convert the world. We hear it in the Prayer of St. Francis: “Where there is hatred, let us sow love.” But I believe that the question of whether that comes with a full understanding or acceptance of the Anglican tradition or even of Christianity is entirely secondary. Not everyone will seek baptism. Does that mean that we should force the issue? Or is it better to put our efforts in helping people seek loving solutions to persistent injustices, regardless of the nature of their faith?

When people live in love, they are living in accordance with our understanding of what the Gospel is—regardless of the faith tradition they espouse. They may have some modicum of incorrect theology, or quite a lot of it. I have no doubt that I do, too. But for the Christian, correct theology must always take a backseat to love. When it doesn’t, then we can’t be said to be following Christ, but rather, our own anxieties.

This is why I find it easier to be critical of my fellow Christians who act out of fear or hatred, and more difficult to be critical of the loving people I know who, for whatever reason, are not Christians.

I think Kemper probably lived more like this than not, whatever his shortcomings may have been. Rather than insisting on a church full of white leadership, Kemper ordained Enmegahbowh [En-meh-GAH-boe] to the diaconate in 1859, the first Native person to be ordained in the Episcopal Church. And Kemper once described in his writings a church service he shared among the Oneida that was marked by “courtesy, reverence, worship—and obedience to that Great Spirit in whose hands are the issues of life.” That’s pretty cool.

I see hints here that Kemper did not fit the stereotype of missionaries we may carry in our minds. I see a humility in him that reminds me that I am specifically not one of those who has left my comfortable surroundings and braved the wilds of an unfamiliar land. (The campus of Western Washington University doesn’t count!)

It also occurs to me that many people have become missionaries not primarily because they think they have something that others can’t get in any other way. Rather, they become missionaries because they are among the least racist of the people around them. They want to meet strangers as equals, as brothers and sisters, and because they are Christians, they can and must bring with them the Good News of Jesus Christ as they go. That doesn’t have to mean beating people over the head with a Bible, or dressing their children in English schoolboy uniforms, or preventing them from continuing to teach their own language, their own stories, their own culture.

As Kemper himself put it, missionaries are those “whose hearts burn within them when they hear of people or nations wholly given to idolatry, or licentiousness, or worldly-mindedness.”[2] We today might interpret the presence of such factors in different ways: the idolatry of money, the licentiousness of having it our own way all the time, the worldly-mindedness of belligerence and intransigence.

I know that I bring the Gospel of Jesus Christ with me wherever I go, whether I’m wearing a collar or not. I preach the Gospel with the money I spend and the money I donate. I preach the Gospel with the helping hand I offer. And when I fall short and am fearful or petty, or when I stoke destructive negativity, I fail to preach the Gospel, only to get up the next day and try again, hopefully with more humility and a greater willingness to let go of my anxiety. God’s got this. I’ve just been invited to help. And so have you. Amen.

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