On the nature of evil

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“Remember the words of G.M. Gilbert, the army psychologist presiding over the Nuremberg trials, who said this after having witnessed the trials of many Nazis:

I told you once that I was searching for the nature of evil. I think I’ve come close to defining it: a lack of empathy. It’s the one characteristic that connects all the defendants. A genuine incapacity to feel with their fellow man. Evil, I think, is the absence of empathy.”

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To my mind, more than anything else, the Gospels and the Parables in particular, are about teaching us as disciples to have empathy for others.

A note about brief notes

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ImageFrom time to time, I find myself wanting to share something that doesn’t quite rise to the level of a full reflection, like a short observation, a quick thought, a link worth noting, but not something that needs to be emailed to the thousands of you that subscribe to this blog.

To make room for that kind of writing, I’ve added a new category here called Brief Notes. Posts in that category will appear on the site and may be shared on social media, but they will not be sent out by email.

My hope is that this respects your inbox, while still allowing me a place to post something that in previous years might have shown up on a microblogging site or social media.

Nothing else is changing. Longer reflections will continue to arrive by email as they always have. Brief Notes are simply a lighter layer alongside them.

I’ve been trying to figure out how to do this for a good while. It turns out that AI chatbots are less than useless when you ask them for help. But tonight I finally found the buried setting I’d been seeking!

As always, thank you for reading, and for the care you bring to this shared space.

The Lamb: Inaugurating the Beloved Community

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[…] How does the sacrifice of one, the offering of the Lamb, create a community, a movement, a new world?

I think a glimpse of an answer comes from one of America’s great philosophers of the early twentieth century: Josiah Royce. Josiah Royce (1855–1916) was an American philosopher associated with absolute idealism, best known for his work on loyalty, community, and the moral meaning of shared life. He wrote in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, a period marked by rapid industrialization, social fragmentation, and the crisis of modernity, seeking a philosophical account of truth and ethics that could sustain genuine community amid cultural and religious change.

Royce saw the heart of Christianity as the creation of what he called the Beloved Community — a community bound together by shared loyalty and love, greater than any individual member. It is a community where betrayal can be forgiven, where wounds can be healed, because its bond is rooted in something beyond itself.

Royce believed that such a community is both created and its members transformed, by a singular, shared event — an event so formative that by remembering it, by re-living it, the members are knit together into something far greater than the sum of its parts. He saw this as the end game of humanity – a vision for what our future could and should become.

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It seems clear to me that for us as Christians, that singular, formative event that Royce references and from which Thurman and King start, is the Triduum — the Cross, the Tomb, and the Resurrection of Jesus. The Church relives that event every Holy Week and remembers it every Sunday in the Eucharist. In that remembrance we are not only bound to Jesus, but to one another. That is how the Beloved Community is born.

So here is the challenge for this MLK weekend: How do we become the Beloved Community in our own time? How do we live God’s dream for the world while our nation is riven by violence, division, and despair?

I believe it begins the same way it began for those first disciples. When they asked Jesus, “Where are you staying?” — or more literally, “Where are you abiding?” (using the same word that John had used for the Spirit’s presence with Jesus.) he did not give them a lecture or a doctrine. He said: “Come and see.” And the disciples followed him, saw where he was abiding (staying) and they abided there with him that day. Abide is doing a lot of theological work in this Gospel reading, and it’s not an accident.

We cannot explain the Kingdom of God into existence. We must invite people to experience it. We must bring others into the fellowship where Christ abides, into the worship where his death and resurrection are remembered, into the spaces where love and mercy are practiced. In that abiding, hearts are changed, and lives are bound together.

You can view the full sermon at this link.

The Voice before the Wilderness

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Epiphany is a season that calls us to notice those moments when God breaks through into our lives. Scripture is full of such theophanies, little theophanies — moments when we catch a glimpse of God’s presence. Think, for instance, of Moses before the burning bush, a shepherd in the wilderness encountering flame that does not consume. Or Jacob, exhausted and frightened, laying his head on a stone while fleeing from his brother and dreaming of a ladder stretching up into heaven. Or the prophet Elijah, shivering in a cave, fleeing the king who wants to take his life, expecting God in the wind or the earthquake or the fire — but instead meeting the Lord in the sound of sheer silence. Even the disciples, straining at the oars in the rough waters of the Sea of Galilee, see Jesus walking toward them across the waves, and He says, “Do not be afraid. I am here.”

These are moments of divine self-revelation. But here’s the thing: theophanies are not always dramatic. They are not always pillars of fire or thundering voices from heaven. More often than not, they come quietly, in moments so ordinary that many will pass them by without recognition. That’s why Epiphany is not just about the event or events themselves — it is also about the transformation of our perception. It is about our capacity to recognize that God is at work in both the extraordinary and the everyday, in the events that make headlines and in the quiet rhythms of our own lives.

Last week in my sermon, I pointed out the parallels between the Holy Family’s flight to Egypt and the story of Moses fleeing to Midian. Both are stories of danger, of exile, of God’s people caught in the often violent currents of history. And, they remind us that God speaks not only through miracles but also through the events of human life—even through suffering and uncertainty. Now, let me take this one more step; if God can speak through the patterns of Scripture, then God can speak through our world today. In that sense, history and our current events can be seen as a series of theophanies—if we have the eyes to see.

But let us be clear and add a caveat to that statement: not everything that happens in history is God’s will. Sin and suffering, cruelty and disaster—these are not of God. A theophany is not God causing evil to happen, but God making God’s self known even in the midst of what happens. God works within history, not always to explain, and not always to prevent, but always to redeem.

This is why discernment matters – especially when we reflect on moments of epiphany. We may yearn for theophanies to be spectacular, easy to identify. But Scripture shows us that God’s presence is often subtle. We may only recognize it in hindsight, after we have trained our hearts and our vision to see. Contrary to that, Jesus’ baptism is a rare moment of clarity. The voice from heaven affirms His belovedness before He is driven into the wilderness — note that the voice comes before the trial, not instead of it. So often, God’s revelation does not remove us from history. It sends us more deeply into it.

More of this in the sermon this week…

You can access the sermon directly at this link.

A present that can only be understood by remembering the past.

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Once we see how Matthew reads history, we are forced to ask a more uncomfortable question:
If God’s saving work repeats and deepens across time, where is it happening now?

Where is the Christ Child today?

Not sentimentally – but concretely.

Where is new life appearing that unsettles old power?
Where is hope being born in places that seem too small, too ordinary, or too marginal to matter?
Where are children – and others – whose vulnerability exposes the violence and fear that still shape our world?

And if there is a Christ Child, then there will also be Magi.

So where are they?

Who are the ones paying attention, reading the signs of the times, willing to travel far, willing to risk misunderstanding, willing to kneel before a truth that does not flatter their own power or certainty?

And where, if we are honest, does Herod still show up?

Where does empire still strike out against the innocent?
Where does fear disguise itself as order?
Where does control mask itself as security?

Matthew does not let us keep these characters safely locked in the past. He writes in such a way that they step out of the story and into the present.

You can view the sermon directly at this link.

The Fast Day of the Holy Innocents

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Small evergreen cross growing out of a tree trunkToday I am fasting.

It is the transferred observance of the Feast of the Holy Innocents, the day when the Church remembers the children killed by Herod as he sought to secure his position and protect his power. Liturgically, it is a feast day. But this year, I am keeping it instead as a day of penitence and fasting.

There are many reasons to fast right now.

Across the world, people in positions of power continue to treat innocent lives as expendable; collateral damage in the pursuit of control, security, or empire. We see it in the Holy Land, where cycles of violence and retaliation feel endlessly self-justifying. We see it in Ukraine, in Sudan, and in parts of Southeast Asia, even now, in the midst of Christmastide. The names and contexts differ, but the pattern is painfully familiar. It is even happening in our own country.

Why fast?

There are many faithful people working through political, diplomatic, and humanitarian means to end violence and protect the vulnerable. I give thanks for that work, and I support it. But I am a person of faith, and a bishop of the Church. I believe that the conflicts we see are not only political or economic or strategic. They are also spiritual. Scripture names this plainly: there are forces at work that distort our loves, harden our hearts, and tempt us to preserve ourselves at the cost of others.

And people of faith have tools to meet that reality.

Prayer matters. Fasting matters. Not because they are symbolic gestures, but because they are ways of aligning ourselves with the purposes of God. They interrupt our habits, unsettle our certainties, and remind us that the world does not ultimately belong to the powerful. They have power to change us, and in ways we may never fully see, they have power to change others.

So today, in a season marked by feasting and celebration, I am fasting. And I invite you, if you are able, to join me.

Let us fast for the innocent, the Holy Innocents of every age, who continue to perish when fear outweighs mercy and power eclipses love. Let us respond in a way the world may not fully understand, but which God surely does.

+Nicholas

Lingering with the Light this Christmastide

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A blue bird in the nightAt the end of the Gospel we hear on Christmas Eve, we are told that Mary pondered these things in her heart.

She did not rush to explain them.
She did not try to resolve all the questions.
She held them—patiently, prayerfully—allowing their meaning to unfold over time.

That may be the most faithful response available to us right now.

Rather than rushing ahead to the next obligation, the next resolution, the next task, what if we allowed ourselves to linger?

What if we treated these days not as a wind-down, but as an invitation?

An invitation to reflect.
To remember.
To notice.

To allow the memories of what has been, the realities of what is, and the hopes of what may yet be to gather within us.

To look again for the light we might have missed.

To let the Holy Spirit work quietly within us—healing what is wounded, softening what has grown hard, rekindling what has dimmed.

Because when the light fills us, it does not stop with us.

It becomes visible to others.

Not in grand gestures or dramatic displays, but in patience.
In kindness.
In attentiveness.
In the simple, faithful presence of people who know they are not alone.

Christmas is all around us.

The Word is still dwelling among us.
The light is still shining.

The question is not whether God is present.

The question is whether we will take the time to see.

And perhaps, in seeing, help others see as well.

Christmas is all around us. Perhaps we can help others see it too by letting it fill us with its blessings this week.

You can view the whole sermon here.

The Light of Christmas, Eternal in a Changing World

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Christmas Moonrise over the waterAn excerpt from my sermon linked below:

Christmas has a way of feeling as though it exists outside of time. The music, the ritual, the familiarity can give the impression that we are stepping into something eternal. And in a sense, we are. But at the heart of this celebration is not an idea or a feeling. It is an event. Something that happened on a particular night, in a particular place, to particular people.

That is one of the great paradoxes of the Incarnation.

Christmas is ordinary and cosmic at the same time. Accessible and overwhelming. Intimate and vast. God does not arrive with spectacle or force. God comes as a child, born to Mary, entrusted to Joseph, laid in a feeding trough. And yet that birth as the Lamb of God is announced by angels. It is proclaimed as good news for all people. It bends history around itself.

The eternal enters time—not to escape it, but to dwell within it.

Clinging to that truth, to that experience, to those layered emotions, is, I think, at the heart of why we keep Christmas at all. Why we return to it year after year. Why we go to the trouble of the rituals and the music and the decorations.

Because keeping Christmas—keeping it well, as Ebenezer Scrooge famously learned to do—gives us strength for the rest of the year. It gives us a way to meet the worries and pressures we carry, not by denying them, but by placing them in a larger story.

There is a scene in The Lord of the Rings that I find myself returning to often. Sam and Frodo are nearing the end of their long and dangerous journey. They are in Mordor—a blasted, lifeless land of ash and rock. They are hiding in a ditch, exhausted, hungry, frightened, and convinced that they will not survive what remains of their task.

And in that moment, Sam looks up. Through the smoke and the gloom, he sees the stars—high above them, distant, clear, untouched by the devastation below. And the sight of them fills him with comfort. Because it reminds him that no matter how terrible the present moment is, there are still things of enduring beauty. Things that cannot be reached or ruined by the darkness they are passing through.

Professor Tolkien knew something about darkness. He had lived through the trench warfare of the First World War. That scene has always felt less like fantasy to me and more like memory—translated into story. A testimony that even in the worst places, beauty and hope can still break through.

For me, Christmas is like those stars.

The tree. The music. The warmth and the light. The Christmas star itself. They are not escapism. They are reminders. They point beyond themselves to something eternal and unchanging in the midst of lives that are always changing.

Christmas tells us, year after year, that God has not remained distant from us. God has not observed our struggles from afar. God has come among us. Born of Mary. Cared for by Joseph. His birth witnessed in the town of David. Proclaimed by angels. Received by shepherds—people accustomed to darkness and night.

The highest and the lowest are drawn together at the manger. Heaven and earth, Angels and Shepherds meet there. Glory and vulnerability sit side by side. The Lamb of God enters human history—not to conquer by force, but to save through love.

And that matters—especially when we feel stretched thin. Especially when the future feels uncertain. Especially when the world seems louder and harsher than we remember it being before.

So my hope for you, this Christmas, is a simple one.

I hope you find a moment—perhaps with a cup of cocoa or eggnog, perhaps with your favorite Christmas music playing softly in the background—to sit beside a Christmas tree. Or a candle. Or a manger scene. And in that moment, I hope you allow yourself to simply be present.

Let the memories come—both joyful and bittersweet. Let the emotions surface without needing to explain or resolve them, just experience them. Let yourself remember that some things endure. That God has entered the world. That God is still present among us.

The light shines in the darkness. And the darkness does not overcome it.

More here at this link.

Christmas Thanks

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Church altar with Christmas decorationsThis Christmas Eve I’m giving thanks for all the clergy, music ministers and volunteers that will make this night and tomorrow so special for many.

God bless you all and may you have the brightest of nights as we celebrate God who is in our midst.

Merry Christmas!