Consider the birds, the lilies

A father who tells his young child not to worry thereby comforts him; a physician telling his patient that his future looks good gives him hope. How much more, then, if the maker of heaven and earth tells you not to worry? And  that is what Jesus is, in the flesh. Your Maker. And he is the embodiment, the enfleshment, of the Father's love. Consider the birds, who do not sow, nor reap, nor gather. But what do they do? They devour the seeds which the sower has scattered by the wayside. They eat what the ground gives them. So also, Christ the Seed of the woman was crucified, dead, and buried, and planted in the ground, from which he arose the third day. And here in the Supper we feast on him like the birds of the air. Consider the lilies, more beautiful than even Solomon. And you have been clothed with the very baptismal righteousness of Christ; your adornment is better even than that of the lilies. So do not worry about tomorrow, but rejoice today, for this is the day which the Lord has made. This is Sunday! It is the day of the resurrection, the beginning of the eternal Day of days, on which, when the Lord returns, there shall be no more sighing nor tears anymore, nor any darkness or night. So let us live in the day, and feast here at the altar like the birds, and rejoice in the garment of Christ's righteousness. Sermon for Trinity XV.