The Rev. Dr. Jonathan Chapman
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The Whole Truth
On Sunday, February 2, I preached a hard reality for me. I shared a portion of that sermon on Facebook, and I am sharing it here in its totality. It's based on Mark 5:21-43. They were all looking for a miracle. Every last one of them who was following Jesus wanted to...
Sermons
The Night I was Called a Fag in My Own Church
Here is this morning's sermon after being verbally accosted in Westfield's 1923 Ladies' Parlor by a member of another church. The scripture was John 3:1-17. Do you believe people can change? Perennial parental advice says no. Can’t you hear your mama saying, “Oh...
On Noah, American Politics, & One Thing NOT Dependent on Who is President
Like many pastors stepping into the pulpit the Sunday after the 2016 election, I was at a loss for words. My congregation is wonderful. They are kind and generous and remarkably politically diverse. Here's what I came up with, starting with Isaiah 65: 17-25. When it...
Running the Race: An Unexpected Election Sermon
Read the scripture I started with here. On Monday, I was convinced that this sermon was going to be about All Saints Day—one of my favorite days in the WHOLE CHURCH YEAR. I love everything about this particular liturgical day. I love singing When the Saints Go...
Letters to Killingly
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Visual Worship
Poofs, Confetti, and the Resurrection
A little over six weeks ago, I told you all about our latest Lenten installation that featured giant, vertical words that represented the six sermon themes for the season. They were striking. Particularly on Maundy Thursday, when their silhouettes loomed over our...
Words for the Journey: A Lenten Installation
Well, we made it to Lent, earlier this year than in years past it seems. And like most things church year related, it snuck up on me. Since I've been at Westfield, we've hung giant swaths of fabric across the sanctuary, effectively cutting it in half. It makes the...
Prayer Stations: We Are Called
We tried something new at Westfield this morning. Well, at least new to us. Instead of a sermon, I invited the congregation to wander around our sanctuary and into our narthex to eight prayer stations all created around a single theme: who we are called to be. We are...
Stoles
New Stole Sunday: The Evangelists
This is, like the last post, a little late to the blog. I wore this stole on Trinity Sunday, since the Trinity could be considered the theological backdrop of scripture. It's a stole that G. gave me early in our relationship. He found this stole, in all its woven...
New Stole Sunday: Pentecost (and Installation!) Sunday
Last Sunday, May 19th, was a big day for us at Westfield. It was Pentecost, the church's commemoration of the Holy Spirit's descent upon the disciples and celebration of the ways the Spirit continues to work in our lives. We had a colorful installation that recalled...
New Stole Sunday: Let’s Go Fishing!
After a week in simply spring-y Georgia, I am back in Connecticut basking in the warm spring sun and watching the trees sprout out their baby green leaves. I was back in the South to go to my dear seminary friend's wedding in Mobile (fun fact: Mobile has the oldest...
Mama’s Boy
Mama’s Boy, Vol. 3
Read the previous letters: Mama's Boy, Vol. 1 Mama's Boy, Vol. 2 Dear Mama, It's my third year sitting down around this time of year and thinking about all the things I want to tell you. Like how I miss calling you. It's been seven years since you died, and I still...
Mama’s Boy, vol. 2
Dear Mama, Last year around this time, I wrote you a letter. It was my first May in Connecticut, and I was feeling sorry for myself. I missed home and the people at home. And, of course, I missed you--that part hasn't changed. Just last week I was moving to a new...
Mama’s Boy
To my sweet Mama, It's been four years since we last shared a Mother's Day together in person. This time four years ago you were in the middle of a rigorous series of chemo treatments--treatments we discovered the following July had worked. That fall, your walking...