Fully Alive in God

M. Campbell-Langdell All Santos, Oxnard ( Acts 10:34-43 ; 1 Corinthians 15:19-26 ; Ps. 118:1-2, 14-24; Luke 24:1-12 ) I am one of his followers. And I saw the whole thing. After scattering in the garden following his arrest, I wandered to the gatherings around the fires outside of the place where Jesus met with the chief priests. My wise rabbi, on trial. I was so at a loss. So scared. I didn’t sleep as I worried what would come of the one we have followed these three years long – I think I hopped in about year two, I don’t remember the exact day. But I do know that everything became clear when I met Jesus. Because my life went from black and white to all the colors you can imagine when I saw him. When I started learning from him. Everything else fell away. And then it felt like I was losing that, too. It felt like I was losing him moment by moment, as I saw him dragged before Pilate. As I saw him carry his cross. The weight of it almost seeming to pull him down the hill they

M. Campbell-Langdell All Santos, Oxnard ( Hechos 10:34-43 ; 1 Corintios 15:19-26 ; S. 118:1-2, 14-24; Lucas 24:1-12 ) Soy uno de sus seguidores. Y yo vi todo. Después de salir del jardín, cuando Jesús fue llevado ante las autoridades, yo caminaba casi sin dirección y me encontré entre los diferentes grupos que se estaban juntando acerca del lugar donde Jesús estaba reuniendo con los que dirigían el templo. Mi rabino tan sabio, bajo juicio. Sentí perdida. Tan lleno de miedo. No dormí mientras me preocupaba sobre lo que iba a pasar al quien habíamos seguido nosotros estos tres años. Yo junt é al grupo alrededor del segundo año, pero casi no recuerdo el momento especifico. Solo sé que todo se puso claro para mí cuando conocí a Jesús. Mi vida cambi ó de estar en blanco y negro hasta estar en todo color cuando lo conocí. Cuando empecé a aprender de él, todo lo demás no me importaba de la misma manera. Ahora sintió como estaba perdiendo a eso, también. Sintió como lo estaba per

 M.  Campbell-Langdell All Santos, Oxnard It all started, and ended, come to think of it, in a garden. There I was, praying with Jesus, one of his beloved disciples, and then he goes to the garden. It was dark and confusing. There were so many leaders- some I recognized from the temple but also some guards and police. And Judas was there. We hadn’t seen him since he ran off, afraid, after the supper we shared. Ah, that was a peaceful, poignant night! But I was afraid. Jesus didn’t seem to be. He walked right up to the soldiers, and gave himself. Saying I AM he. The I AM among us had saved us once more, shielded the sheep. But we had left everything to follow him. So I didn’t know where to go. I tagged along behind Peter and the other disciple who knew the high priest- they seemed to know what was going on. I saw Jesus was being led in to be questioned. I prayed that he might be spared. I had heard the grumbling among the people, and the worried looks on the faces of the religio

Maundy Thursday 2019 This is a night of urgent love, lived out until our dying day. Esta es una noche urgente, y una noche de amor que vivimos hasta nuestra muerte. Here is Jesus, gathered with his friends, for one last meal. Aquí tenemos a Jesús, reunido con sus amigos por una última cena juntos. He is preparing to say good-bye. Prepara para decir adiós. In this whole gospel of John, we have been invited into relationship with him, as the beloved disciple. En todo este evangelio de San Juan, Jesús nos ha invitado a estar en relación con el como el discípulo amado. To be the ones to rest on his bosom, just as he resides on the father’s bosom. Para ser los que están en su pecho justo como él está en el pecho de su padre. [1] But tonight we see Jesus the man. Pero esta noche vemos a Jesús el hombre. The Jewish man who has heard for years the story of the Passover, and who has kept the tradition. El hombre judío que ha escuchado por anos la historia de la Pascua de los judíos, y

M. Campbell-Langdell+ 4.14.19 Imagine the scene.   The songs have died down in the air.   The palms are strewn around the streets that have cooled from the heat of the day. But Jesus is once more alone. Jesus is alone—the coats laid down in the Street for him to pass have been picked up and dusted off, coats that will turn against him so soon, so very soon. Soon this celebrated king will be rejected. Soon the happy songs will turn to the shouts of a violent crowd. So, alone on that quiet street, imagine him.   See our humble king as the man he is in that moment. Before the disciples fold him back into the fellowship and the stories. But they cannot walk the whole way with him. There is a part he must walk alone. Commending both Millie Whiting and Walt Powell to God recently has made me especially aware of death and loss in our Christian community, even as we hold onto the resurrection hope. Those who are aware that their death is near carry that knowledge with a certain d

M. Campbell-Langdell+ 4.14.19 Imaginen el escenario.   Las canciones ya se han desaparecido del aire.   Todavía sienten en el aire la electricidad de su momento de entrada en Jerusalén.   Jesús está solo. Él está solo con sus ideas diferentes, su manera diferente de ser un Mesías y rey diferente.   Pronto estará rechazado su rey, su bendito Mesías.   Las canciones van a convertir en gritos violentos.      Imagínenlo allí, solo. Vea nuestro rey humilde como el hombre que es en aquel momento.   Sus amigos estarán con é l muy pronto, pero é l también sabe que ellos no van a poder caminar todo el viaje consigo.   Con las pérdidas de Millie Whiting y Walt Powell en las semanas recientes, he estado pensando en la muerte, aun mientras pienso en la promesa de la resurrección. Los que están conscientes de que la muerte viene para ellos muy pronto a veces enfrentan a esto con una dignidad. Estas memorias me hacen recordar de otros momentos que pase cuando fui un sacerdote muy nuevo.

( http://championbuilderscenter.com/ 2018/02/02/faith-poured-out/ ) M. Campbell-Langdell All Santos, Oxnard ( Isaiah 43:16–21; Ps. 126; Phil. 3:4b–14; St. John 12:1–8) Mary took a pound of costly perfume made of pure nard, anointed Jesus' feet, and wiped them with her hair. The house was filled with the fragrance of the perfume. But Judas Iscariot, one of his disciples (the one who was about to betray him), said, "Why was this perfume not sold for three hundred denarii and the money given to the poor?" And later… Jesus said, "Leave her alone. She bought it so that she might keep it for the day of my burial. You always have the poor with you, but you do not always have me." Did any of you watch the movie “Crazy Rich Asians” last year? [1] I have been reading the books, and I will warn you that they are a bit adult at times but they have been a fascinating education (albeit definitely a send up and a bit hyperbolic) on how the uber-rich of Asi

( http://championbuilderscenter.com/ 2018/02/02/faith-poured-out/ M. Campbell-Langdell All Santos, Oxnard ( Isaías 43:16–21; Salmo 126; Filipenses 3:4b–14; San Juan 12:1–8) “María trajo unos trescientos gramos de perfume de nardo puro, muy caro, y perfumó los pies de Jesús; luego se los secó con sus cabellos. Y toda la casa se llenó del aroma del perfume. Entonces Judas Iscariote, que era aquel de los discípulos que iba a traicionar a Jesús, dijo: — ¿Por qué no se ha vendido este perfume por el equivalente al salario de trescientos días, para ayudar a los pobres? … Jesús le dijo: —Déjala, pues lo estaba guardando para el día de mi entierro. A los pobres siempre los tendrán entre ustedes, pero a mí no siempre me tendrán.” ¿Algunos de Ustedes vieron la película “Crazy Rich Asians” el año pasado? [1] Estoy leyendo los libros, y aunque a veces los temas son muy adultos, están una educación (un poco hiperbólico) sobre cómo vive la gente súper-rica de Asia. En la serie, un