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“Stand fast, girded about the loins with truth. (Ephesians 6:14)

When in our language we can’t find the right words to express something, we use gestures to reinforce our words.  Sometimes such a gesture says more than all words.  Of all the gestures we are familiar with, beckoning is perhaps the one that leaves you most free.  Everyone can do with it what they want.  You can follow it or just let it be.

Our time spirit, Michael, beckons us.  He does no more and no less than making this eloquent, tacit gesture.  If he did more, he would probably overwhelm us.  “Every angel is terrifying,” wrote Rilke, the poet.  If he gave us less than a beckoning, even a wise person would probably not recognize him.

When you try to picture this taciturn, beckoning archangel, you will recognize in the Act of Consecration at this time of the year another eloquent gesture.  It sounds simple: Michael stands.  These words sound five times in the epistle and insert during Michaelmas time.  “He who stood … He who stands …”  Between fight and flight, between offense and defense, he has taken a place where he remains standing—whatever happens.

That is also what the apostle Paul wants to tell us when he calls on us—no to fight, but to “resist the well-aimed attacks of the Adversary.”  Not to rush forward or to shrink back, but to stand, “girded about the loins with truth, with the breastplate of righteousness, the feet shod with preparedness to spread the message of peace that comes from the angels.”

 

-Rev. Bastiaan Baan, October 26, 2025

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The Epistle of the Trinity

With the day of the Archangel Michael on September 29, a weeks-long hushed period comes to an end, a time without highlights, seemingly standing still between the great festivals of St. John and Michael.  Those who have experienced these ten weeks at the altar will be impressed with the always returning prayer to the Trinity.  Although this epistle disappears and is, in a certain sense, overwhelmed by the appeal to Michael, it also resounds, barely audibly, like under- and over-tones in music.  In due time, these words become the undercurrent of all our religious life.  It is as if the words of this epistle want to say:

Whatever may happen:

I am there.

I shall be there.

Always shall I be there.

 

Whatever befalls you,

In good and bad fortune,

In joy and sorrow,

Your life is My creating life.

 

No matter how dark the future will be,

Stronger than all darkness that will lame you

Is the light of the Spirit

That shines on everything and everyone.

 

That is the silent, strong undercurrent of infinite trust of God in human beings, which is with us always, from the cradle to the grave,

All our life,

All our lives.

 

-Rev. Bastiaan Baan, September 28, 2025