In June of 2022, the Episcopal Diocese of Fort Worth held a special convention to determine if we would reunite with the Diocese of Texas. We shared a beautiful worship service with all the parishes and missions of our diocese, and then there was the business meeting. After it, we filed into the fellowship hall of Trinity Fort Worth for a celebratory luncheon.


Just days before that event, the diocese issued a press release telling the whole world that St Christopher’s vestry called me to be your next priest. As I was making my way through the lunch line, Jeanneane Keene—the senior warden—asked if I would sit at the St. Christopher’s table and meet more of you.


Of course, I did just that. And what followed was a lot like speed dating. There were questions coming at me from every direction. Folks were learning about me and I was desperately trying to put names and faces together. When the buzz slowed down, I turned to my right where Ken Monroe was sitting and listening.


He faced me with those intense blue eyes and asked, “What do I call you?” I said, “You can call me Paula…what’s your name?” We talked for a while getting to know one another a bit, and then Ken said, “I’d like you to come to my home and meet my wife.” His eyes filled with tears as he told me that he and Ann would soon celebrate their 70th wedding anniversary. 


In my first week at St. Chris, he came to the office with a book-- and a CD-- of the history of St. Christopher’s Episcopal Church. It was important to Ken that I would know our story, our calling, our mission. It was important to me that I would know him.

 

As I thought about this sermon, I wondered the same question Thomas asked in the Gospel. How can we know the way? When someone who has been a constant presence in our life is suddenly gone, how do we know the way forward?


In the Gospel, Jesus knows he will die…he shared the news with his disciples, the people he loves, and they’re freaking out. He had been the cornerstone of their lives. He brought them into ministry, taught them, and empowered them to go into the world. Because, like a parent, he knew from the beginning that he would leave them one day.


Jesus responds to the disciples’ worry by sharing with them the very reason he is among them: physical death is not the end of his story. It is the beginning of new chapter…for him and for Ken and for us.


Jesus’ words—“I go to prepare a place for you…so that where I am you may be also”-- struck a chord with me as I was thinking about Ken’s way of being in this world.


In my first week at St. Christopher’s, he brought the history of the congregation to me in both print and digital formats.  


A few weeks ago, Tara and I were going through old office files.  We opened a file drawer that was overflowing with pieces of paper. Over the past 65 years, we had retained the warranties and repair receipts for every piece equipment ever installed at our old building. It was a lot of stuff. In the middle of it, we found a special notebook. 


As I leafed through the book, I realized it was handwritten by Ken Monroe…. pages and pages of notes. He logged notes on all the equipment in the building, the dates of routine maintenance and the details of crisis maintenance. If we owned it, Ken logged it. If we fixed it, replaced it, upgraded it, Ken logged it. 


I’m told that when freezing weather visited Fort Worth, Ken went to the church building to be sure the equipment was weather protected and the faucets were opened and trickling water. 


When he retired from General Dynamics, his team asked for Ken’s little black notebook. Throughout his military service and then 46 years at General Dynamics, Ken had kept a notebook with the names and numbers of people who had very specific knowledge to solve very specific problems. He’d pulled out that little black notebook so many times, it was coveted by the younger engineers.


Ken intentionally built a library of knowledge, wisdom, and relationships for those of us who come after him. He invested much of his life in the art of empowering others. 

 

In the Fall of 2022, I finally made it to the Monroe home. As I settled into the living room with Ann and Ken, the woodstove was fired up and the room was warm. I had spent time that day with Marshall Amis. Marshall had told me the story of meeting Bet for the first time. I remarked that she must have been a lovely person.  Ken rose from his recliner and began pulling framed photos off the wall, Ann found a book of photos to share. 


There were photos of Bet and Ann on the dock at the lake house, and others with their hair wrapped in scarves as they boated across the lake, and, of course, Marshall and Ken enjoying time on the boat. There’s a photograph of a church where the family worshiped when they were at the lake on Sundays.


The lake house was a place of Sabbath for Ken. A lot of family memories and good times were born there. 


On the afternoon before Ken died, I visited him in the hospital. I knew he had been through a lot that week, but I did not know his bags were packed and ready for the last trip. I walked to his bedside to take his hands in mine and pray with him. But instead, Ken took my hands into his. 


So, when the family chose “He’s got the whole world in his hands” as a hymn for today, I remembered Ken closing his hands around mine. One last time, being the one offering strength and presence. 


Jesus wanted to comfort his disciples: “Do not let your hearts be troubled…I am the way and the truth and the life.”  


Every notebook Ken filled was an act of faith—a breadcrumb trail to help others find their way.


Every vegetable pulled from his garden and dropped at someone’s doorstep was an act of generosity—a reflection of the abundant life he lived.


Every time his eyes filled with tears talking about Ann, or his children, or grandchildren, he showed us vulnerability and love.


Every time he prepared the church for freezing temperatures, installed a basketball hoop for a 10-year-old boy, or painstakingly cleaned the Christus Rex, we saw a servant heart. 


Every time he welcomed us into his home, into his life, we felt the radical welcome of Love.


The Book of Ken etched in our hearts – his way of living and loving and caring for others—that book is grounded in Hope and it points toward the Risen Christ: the way, the truth, and the life.


Alleluia. Alleluia. Alleluia.

 

 

 

 

 

By Paula Jefferson December 8, 2025
By Tanya Eiserer November 23, 2025
We all look for something to steer for us. My mom often said, “Be careful what you wish for”. She never explained what it meant…she didn’t have to. Often, when we wish for something, there are unintended consequences. I’m an early-adapter with all things technology. When self-driving cars became a thing, it was at the top of my wish list. And then one night, my car downloaded a software update that allowed me to try fully self-driving mode for thirty days. Free. They were speaking my language. Much of the time, that software worked beautifully. But one night I was driving home from the church…through the Fort Worth mix-master. At the best of times, the mix-master is a test of faith. That night, I realized…a little too late…that my car didn’t “see” vehicles merging from my right at highway speeds. A car darted in front of me at 55mph. My car panicked. It slammed on the brakes, forcing everyone behind me to do the same. Tires were squealing and I may have said a few choice words. Then a calm robotic voice came through my speaker: “What just happened?” Without thinking, I answered, “We’re all going to need clean clothes!”—a reminder that trusting the wrong kind of power can create more chaos than good. Three thousand years ago, the Israelites faced a similar challenge. They had judges—and they had Yahweh—but they were not satisfied. The nations around them had kings and queens…and Israel longed for a visible symbol of power: a government that looked strong and invincible to their neighbors. “Give us a king,” they said, “like other nations.” [1] Samuel warned them: “…in that day you will cry out because of your king, whom you have chosen for yourselves; but the Lord will not answer you in that day” [2] Be careful what you wish for. God’s warning is clear: the king you want will take more from you than he gives. And history shows it. Saul and David and their successors ruled. But, human power systems fail…they always have…we are no strangers to that in our own time. After Solomon, the kingdom split into the northern kingdom of Israel and the southern kingdom of Judah. Leaders often sought their own gain instead of tending to the people, especially the most vulnerable. By Jeremiah’s time, Judah itself teetered on collapse. Yet God speaks through the prophet, offering hope, promise, and vision of restoration. “I will gather the remnant of my flock…I will raise up shepherds over them who will shepherd them, and they shall not fear any longer. The days are surely coming, says the Lord, when I will raise up for David a righteous Branch, and he shall reign wisely and shall execute justice and righteousness in the land.” [3] Jeremiah is speaking God’s words here—a promise of a king unlike any human ruler. Not a king who exploits or coerces, but a shepherd who tends the scattered, who watches over the vulnerable, and who leads with justice and care. Luke shows us that shepherd in the most unexpected place: on a cross. Even there, Christ gathers the lost and welcomes the outsider—the very people no one expects to matter. Colossians describes the cosmic dimension of this shepherd—the One who reigns over all creation and reconciles all things through love. This shepherd’s kingdom is not defined by force—but by mercy; not by fear—but by reconciliation; not by scarcity—but by eternal gift. And here is the Advent connection: the King we await is already among us—reigning in ways that the world does not expect—and has never expected. Christ’s reign is not deferred to the end times. It is now. For those who long for a dramatic return of Jesus…scrutinizing hidden messages and timetables…be careful what you wish for. Christ’s reign is not waiting on a cosmic clock. It is already present, entrusted to us --the mystical Body of Christ-- in this world, in this moment. And that realization is sobering. Because if Christ reigns through mercy, reconciliation, and self-giving love, then we—his Body—are called to reign in that way too. In our families, we are called to speak truth in love and care for one another. In our workplaces and communities, we are called to act justly, to lift up the vulnerable, to speak for those without voice, and to forgive the one who has wronged us. In the simple moments of everyday life—offering a kind word, feeding the hungry, welcoming the outsider—we participate in the Shepherd’s reign. Advent invites us to practice that reign, to trust that heart, to embody God’s kingdom in the everyday moments of our lives. We all look for something to steer for us. Christ the King reminds us: the safest driver is not me…or a throne…or even a Tesla. The only true driver is God. In Advent, we learn to let go, trust God, and follow, even when the road ahead is uncertain. Thanks be to God. [1] 1 Samuel 8:5 [2] 1 Samuel 8:10-18 [3] Jeremiah 23:3-5
By Paula Jefferson November 2, 2025
It has only been a few months since we last heard this particular Gospel reading. While I was driving up and down Highway 35 last week, I thought about how we might approach the text differently…especially on All Saints Sunday. This is the day we remember all the faithful people who have gone before us…ordinary and extraordinary folks who lived lives of love, mercy, courage and hope. I began with questions: Who is a saint? Who is not a saint? The second question is much easier to answer. We can all think of people throughout history who would definitely not fit any definition of sainthood. But the other question is harder. It brought to mind a character who wears a red suit, big white beard, moves around in a sleigh pulled by reindeer. Santa Claus is an icon of generosity. But is that the fullness of a saintly life? We often admire people for what shines outwardly: strength, beauty, power, fame, athleticism, traveling the globe on Christmas Eve delivering millions of gifts…because that stuff is easy to see and easy to glorify. But Luke is reminding us that true blessedness looks very different…it is found in the poor, the hungry, those who mourn. Blessed are those who are rejected or marginalized because they embody love…feeding the hungry, forgiving enemies, speaking truth to power. Paraphrasing Jesus: Blessed are you who are living in such a way that your life looks like mine. So what are the signs of a Christ-shaped--or saintly--life? To answer that, I drew from Jesus’s sermon on the Plain and a few well-known saints. 1. Humility —Jesus said, “Blessed are you who are poor, for yours is the kingdom of God.” Richard Foster devoted his life to guiding Christians into deeper spiritual formation. He described humility as the freedom to see ourselves truthfully, to rely fully on God, and to serve others without seeking recognition. [1] Humility reflects the blessedness of those who recognize their dependence on God. 2. Courage —Jesus said, “But I say to you who hear: Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who abuse you.” Dietrich Bonhoeffer devoted his life to following Christ faithfully in a world that was in moral and political crisis. He said that moral courage is nurtured in the context of faithful Christian community. Courage is faithfully doing what is right, trusting God’s guidance, even when it costs us. [2] His moral courage exemplifies living faithfully in the face of evil. 3. Joy —Jesus said, “Blessed are you who hunger now, for you will be satisfied…Blessed are you who weep now, for you will laugh.” Henri Nouwen devoted his life to helping others encounter God’s love through prayer, presence, and compassionate service…especially alongside the most vulnerable among us. He said that joy does not simply happen to us. We have to choose joy and keep choosing it every day. It is a choice based in the knowledge that we belong to God and have found in God our refuge and our safety and that nothing, not even death, can take God away from us. [3] 4. Love and mercy in action — Jesus said, “Do to others as you would have them do to you.” Mother Teresa devoted her life to making Christ’s love tangible through service to the poorest, sickest, and most marginalized people in the world. For her, love was not an abstract idea—it was what you do with your hands and heart every day. She incarnated mercy in action, making tangible the call to bless and serve others. 5. Faithfulness in difficulty —Jesus said, “Blessed are you when people hate you, and when they exclude you, revile you, and defame you on account of the Son of Man.” Martin Luther King, Jr. devoted his life to pursuing justice and equality through nonviolence and love rooted in faith and moral conviction. He said, “The ultimate measure of a [person] is not where they stand in moments of comfort and convenience, but where they stand at times of challenge and controversy.” [4] His nonviolent witness and moral perseverance reflect Jesus’ promise of blessing for those who are persecuted and remain steadfast in their faith. There’s something of a paradox here that drew my attention. Each of these Christ-shaped lives emerged in response to real suffering, injustice or need. If Christianity had not moved through a period of superficial evangelism in the 20 th Century, we would not know Richard Foster. Without Adolf Hitler and the evil that surrounded him, we would not know Dietrich Bonhoeffer’s name. He would be a little-known academician teaching systematic theology. Without societies that toss aside people with disabilities, Henri Nouwen would have been a Roman Catholic priest none of us knew. Without human class systems that devalue whole groups of people, Mother Teresa would not be a household name. Without systemic racism, Martin Luther King, Jr. would have been a Baptist preacher in an Atlanta Church. We would not know his name. Each of these people responded to the wounds and injustices they saw in their own time in their own backyard. They took up the cross of love and carried it just a little farther. And I wonder if that quality is the benchmark of sainthood? As I look around this congregation, I see 100 saints: people who walk into classrooms every day, prepared to teach growing minds; people who walk with friends going through difficulties like loss of memory; people who feed the hungry: with meals on wheels, Union Gospel Mission, food pantries in Fort worth, and in leper colonies far away; people who make bed rolls for the homeless; Sunday School teachers who faithfully prepare to help children, youth, and adults grow in faith. People who extend hospitality to us and to St. Matthew’s and to families who gather here to celebrate the lives of their saints. Friends, we live in a very challenging era of American life. Everywhere we look, we see signs of division, misunderstanding, and an inability to work together for the common good. It is, I think, a reflection of a deep dysfunction in our culture….an incapacity to listen well, to negotiate in good faith, and to compromise for the sake of the whole. In times like this, the calling of the Church is extraordinary. We are called to embody the values of God’s reign: faithfulness, humility, courage, joy, and love---showing the world what it means to live differently, even when society struggles to do so. We, too, must take up the cross of love in our own lives, carrying it just a little farther each day. And as we do, we join the great communion of saints who have walked before us, who have borne witness to God’s love in times of trial, and who now cheer us on as we continue the journey. [1] Richard J Foster; Celebration of Discipline: The Path to Spiritual Growth [2] Dietrich Bonhoeffer; Life Together [3] Henri Nouwen; Spirituality & Practice [4] Martin Luther King, Jr; Strength to Love 1963
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