St Thomas, Fifth Avenue
In the week of American Thanksgiving, a service of Choral Morning Prayer celebrating the Feast of Christ the King from St Thomas’ Church on Fifth Avenue, New York.
In the week of American Thanksgiving, a service of Choral Morning Prayer celebrating the Feast of Christ the King from St Thomas’ Church on Fifth Avenue, one of the busiest and most famous shopping streets in New York. The service is led by the Rector, the Revd Canon Carl Turner, and the preacher is Fr. Mark Schultz. Music is provided by the renowned Saint Thomas Choir of Men and Boys, directed by Jeremy Filsell, with Associate Organist Nicolas Haigh. The producer is Andrew Earis.
Music
Introit: Tollite portas – Byrd
Responses: Tomkins
Psalm 29
Jubilate: Weelkes in B minor
Anthem: Thou art my King, O God – Tomkins
Hymns: King of Glory, King of peace, O praise to thee, for thou, O King Divine
Organ Voluntary: Clarifica me Pater (III) – William Byrd
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Introduction
– Rev Canon Carl Turner
Welcome to
Saint Thomas Church Fifth Avenue, New York.
As you can hear, I am standing on Fifth Avenue – one of the busiest and
most famous shopping streets in New York.
Here you can buy everything and anything…and just three blocks away is
Trump Tower; Donald Trump has been elected as the 47th President of
the United States and will be sworn in on January 20, 2025. However, the recent election proved how
polarized the nation currently is, and the mission and ministry of our church
to bring healing, reconciliation, and unity is more important than ever.
Here, in the very middle of Manhattan, stands what is arguably the most beautiful gothic church in North America - an oasis of prayer and stillness in the heart of the city that never sleeps and open every day of the year. It is also the home of the only remaining Choir School where the choristers make up the student body.
And round the corner is Radio City Music Hall with its annual Christmas Spectacular in full swing and, yet, New York is a place of dramatic contrasts; last Christmas, 30,000 children spent the night in municipal shelters. Saint Thomas, with our partner churches, employs two social workers to work with those whose home is the street on which I am standing. As we keep the Feast of Christ the King, we recognize the inequalities hidden by the glitz and excesses of Fifth Avenue; so, our worship begins, appropriately, after a beautiful introit by William Byrd, with a reflective sonnet written by Malcolm Guite:
Choir Introit: Tollite portas – Byrd
Reading:Sonnet for Christ the King – Malcolm Guite
Responses: Tomkins
Choir: Psalm 29
First Lesson: Daniel 7:9-10, 13-14
Hymn: King of Glory, King of peace (Tune: General Seminary)
Second lesson: John 18: 33-37
Canticle: Jubilate Deo – Weelkes
Sermon
“My Kingship,” says Jesus, “is not of this world.”
Beloved in Christ,
this is very good news.
I mean, you can
turn on the TV,
You can turn on
the news,
Any channel most
any channel,
You can pick up
your phone
Look at your
newsfeed, your social media,
Spend a good chunk
of the day doomscrolling
You can do all
that
And you can see
the things of this world, the news
from this ɴǰ:
A recent
contentious and divisive election here at home with international consequence
Wars and rumors of
wars, threats of nuclear devastation, escalations of already catastrophic
violence
A global rise in
xenophobia, racism,
The worldwide
proliferation of demagoguery and nationalist authoritarianism
Mass shootings,
and fires and floods, communities, families, people, in pain, an epidemic of
loneliness…
And you can see
for yourself how dire the news from
this world is.
How terrified and
terrifying. How death-infected.
And how Good the
Good News is:
Jesus’ Kingship is
not of this world.
It has no part in
all of that terror or violence or fear-funded scarcity or death.
This should be a
great comfort to us,
But it’s also a
great challenge:
Because it’s not
an escapist comfort.
Particularly on
the Feast of Christ the King,
When it’s easy in
all of this talk of Kings and Kingdoms
To imagine Jesus
arrayed in rich and dazzling attire,
Gold and precious
jewels everywhere
Seated on a great
throne,
Surrounded by
saints and angels,
Dazzlingly and
supremely powerful,
Almighty, in fact,
Far above, it
seems, the turmoil of the ɴǰ:
It’s easy to
imagine all that splendor
And to put our
hope
In it.
Because it looks
so good. So amazing.
We want it! We want to live into it! What a relief!
Particularly in
these troublous times
How nice if the
world could look like that.
But…that’s just a
fleeting image, an attempt to speak an unspeakable glory in worldly terms,
And our Lord’s
kingship is not of this world.
Worldly splendor
fails.
The tropes and
trappings of worldly glory, death-dealing dreams of dominion, however rich and
tasteful:
Shadows, drifting
smoke: they fail
And the challenge
on this Feast of Christ the King
Is not to be
ensnared or enticed by those woefully insufficient
Imaginings of
power, of kingship.
Because if we are
so enticed, if we take the shadow for the real: we miss the point--
And our King Jesus
becomes just another Tyrant, only more richly attired in that Light
Inaccessible,
Ready to give the
imprimatur to all of our violent delusions of power and empire;
And our Kingdom
becomes just another nation,
Only more amenable
to our own prejudices and preferences;
And the vision of
grace does not confront, provoke, question or transform us
But is twisted to
merely comfort or assuage us or confirm us in our wickedness.
We must guard
against the Real kingship of Jesus becoming a grotesque fantasy of human power.
Because, in thrall
to this fantasy, it’s easy to miss the wounds he lovingly bears that we gave
him,
The marks on the
Hands and Feet and Side of Our King;
Easy to ignore
that the radiant crown on his head
Is a crown of plaited
thorns we made for him in scorn, it’s red jewels not rubies
But drops of his
own precious blood;
His face, the face
of our King
The tear-worn,
sweat and blood-streaked face of an unhoused migrant executed by the Roman
state;
The fullness of
his being, poured out, in love, for us, that taking our death, we may have his
life.
It’s easy to miss
all that and make the Kingdom into a sterilized but still poisonous
Escapist fantasy
of wealth and worldly power
Losing sight of
what it really means for Jesus to say:
“My Kingship is
not of this world”--
To lose sight of
the reality of the Cross,
The reality of
God’s Love at the aching center of the world’s pain, our pain
Sharing in it,
suffering with it,
God in Christ
opening his heart to it—our violence, our sin-sickness—to exhaust it all in his
infinite life,
Undoing death from
the inside of our human brokenness
And empowering us,
by grace, not merely to witness,
But to be love
and bear love to the wounded world, lights of the world in this present
darkness,
Meeting the moment
with the fierce tenderness of his Kingly glory:
The Glory of
self-giving love.
My Kingship, says
our Lord, is not of this world.
Not of it.
But in it.
And the One who Reigns enthroned on the Cross will transform it.
That’s how love
works:
It transforms
death into life
Loneliness into
community
Division into
diversity
Sorrow into joy.
If we want a share
in the Kingship of Jesus,
We’d do well to
ignore the shadows of glory: the allure of worldly empire, violence, power and
splendor
And learn, at the
foot of the Cross, what it means to really love each other
And herald with
our very lives the King of Love whose kingship is not of this world.
Anthem:Thou art my King, O God – Tomkins
The Prayers
Into
places of conflict
May
your kingdom come.
Into
the hearts of terrorists
May
your kingdom come.
Into
the hearts of soldiers
May
your kingdom come.
Into
the hearts of politicians
May
your kingdom come.
Into
the hearts of those bereaved by war
May
your kingdom come.
Into
the hearts of those who are hungry
May
your kingdom come.
Into
the hearts of those made homeless
May
your kingdom come.
Into
the hearts of those who despair
May
your kingdom come.
Into
the hearts of those who are ill
May
your kingdom come.
Into
the hearts of those who have been abused
May
your kingdom come.
Into
the hearts of those who are addicted
May
your kingdom come.
Into
the hearts of those in debt
May
your kingdom come.
Into
the hearts of those who are lonely
May
your kingdom come.
Into
the hearts of those who are fearful
May
your kingdom come.
Into
the hearts of those who are depressed
May
your kingdom come.
Into
the hearts of those we name before you in the silence …
May
your kingdom come.
Into
the heart of our world.
May
your kingdom come.
The
Lord’s Prayer
The Collect
Hymn: King of Glory, King of peace, O praise to thee, for thou, O King Divine
Blessing for Christ the King
Christ our
King make you faithful and strong to do his will,
that you
may reign with him in glory;
and the
blessingof God almighty, the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit be
among you
and remain
with you always. Amen.
Organ Voluntary: Clarifica me Pater (III) - William Byrd
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