In the summer between Grade 7 and Grade 8, my older brother and I formed a lawn cutting business. We borrowed the Gestetner machine at the parish and we duplicated flyers and we went door-to-door, and by the beginning of the season we had about 20 customers. My father patiently would drive us across town for those gigs that were far away, and for the ones close to home we dragged the family lawn mower behind our bikes. Halfway through July, my brother got a better job, and then I was left to fend for myself. So I hired my younger brother to do all of the trimming and the edging. By the end of July, we had enough money to buy our own lawn mower. And then at the beginning of August, when the heat of summer arises and the need to cut the lawn diminished, we picked up other jobs as we went. And then one day, one of our clients asked me, “Do you know how to prune a hedge?” And I said, “Of course I know how to prune a hedge. I’ve pruned lots of hedges.” And he showed me the hedge at the side of the house. It started at the boulevard and then it went right up next to the foundation. It was about yay high, and it was woolly. It had not been trimmed in a long time. He said, “I’d like it to be straight. A straight line and rounded edges. Can you do that?” “Absolutely.” So he went inside and I brought out my clippers. Now the thing that you need to know is that the property has a gentle slope from the foundation down to the road. And I started in the road thinking that a straight line and not taking into account the soft slope. So you can imagine that as I began to cut, it was leafy and green at first, and then it got a little thicker and then it was downright lumber by the time I got to the foundation. And I didn’t want to stop because I was persistent, and I thought it would all kind of work out. And then the owner came out. Now you need to know he was a parishioner in our parish, and he was also a high school principal. And he sidled up next to me very quietly, and he didn’t say a word because I knew exactly what he was thinking. “What have you done to my hedge?” But he didn’t say it, and he didn’t say “I thought you knew what you were doing” and he didn’t say “now what are you gonna do to repair it?” Instead there was a long silence, and then finally he said, “Do you think it’ll come back?” Do you think it’ll come back? Every time I think of John 15 I think of that moment long ago in the summer between Grade 7 and 8, praying always that God is better at pruning than I am. “I am the vine and you are the branches. I am the vine and my father is the vine grower, and he removes all branches that do not bear fruit. And the branches that bear fruit he prunes so it bears more fruit. I’m the vine and you are the branches.” And that moment in John 15 is uttered around a table at the Last Supper, a time to commemorate a moment of deliverance long ago of bringing out slaves out of Egypt and bringing them back home to a land flowing with milk and honey. And Jesus brings into their midst this beautiful earthly image, just as Deuteronomy does. A land with barley and wheat and fig trees and pomegranates and vines. And he describes this earthly metaphor as the way that God relates to the Son Jesus and how we relate to the Son Jesus in us. Pruning is both an art and a science. You really can’t prune with a machine. You have to do it by hand. And the best way to prune is to get to know the vine, because the vine, each one, is actually individual and different, and each one needs to be tended over time, over years in fact. And the time that you prune in the year makes the difference about the growth and the nature of the fruit that is going to be grown. Vine growers spend at least four to five months every year pruning to provide the right kind of shade, the right kind of sunlight, in order that the fruit might bear goodness for humankind, for every creature under the heavens, and with the right kind of patience, the perfect cab sauvignon. It takes patience, and you have to do it by hand. Most of the important matters in ministry, you and I do by hand. A hand of welcome at the front door, a hand of forgiveness in the liturgy, a hand of receiving Eucharist at the table, a hand of consolation when one is sorrowful. Hands folded over in prayer, hands clutching hymn books and prayer books in the hopes of being touched by God, hands folded and mimicking the one that we follow. The leper who came to him, imploring him, kneeling before him saying, “If you will, you can heal me.” And Jesus touched and moved with compassion, reached out and touched him. “I do, and you are made whole.” Or Simon’s mother-in-law who is sick, and they tell him about her, and he takes her by the hand and he raises her up and the fever leaves her, and she immediately begins to serve them. Or at sundown, all those who were sick and suffering with disease were brought to him and he laid hands on them and they were made whole. Hands: healing, redemptive, forming, shaping, pruning. Every week, Sunday by Sunday and day by day, in parishes large and small in this diocese, from Mississauga to Collingwood, Orillia through the Kawarthas, from Peterborough down to Brighton and every point in between, communities gather to be pruned Sunday by Sunday. And every community, while there are similarities among us as churches, are actually very different and unique, a one-of-a-kind. And it takes time for every parish and community to be pruned by God and shaped by God over time, and it needs to be done by hand. Over the first 11 months of my episcopacy, I have been going from parish to parish, 40 altogether so far, and each time I step in the doors of a church community, each one is recognizable and yet so unique. And yet there’s only one way for me to get to know this diocese, and it’s by hand. Like the moment at Trinity College School in Port Hope, the last chapel service of the year, and the chapel was filled with students, a whole student body along with all of the faculty and staff, and the service was exuberant. And at the end of the service, all of the students left the chapel except the graduating class of 2019. And then finally the 2019 class moved out and there were two lines formed by all of the students and faculty that wended its way from the chapel front door out into the middle of a field, where a sapling had been planted to honour the class of 2019. And as that class started to wend its way, you could hear the tears forming as a recognition of a passage in time in a place that had formed so many. And we gathered around the sapling they had a distance from me, waiting for me to say a perfunctory prayer. That is not the occasion to say a perfunctory prayer. Instead I invited them to come very close, to huddle very close, to huddle in together. And then I invited the entire faculty and student body to huddle in behind them, to surround them, to reach out and to touch their backs and to pray together. And for what seemed like an eternity, we just stood in silence and listened to creation around us, and the sobs of a graduating class standing in front of a little sapling that was calling them to live their life in the way that God was intending. And then we prayed, and then we left. “He removes in me all that does not bear fruit. He removes in me all that does not bear fruit.” How we long for God to remove the deadwood in our souls. How we long for God to take away the bits in ourselves that get in the way, that always show up at the wrong time, that are always a nuisance, that keep us from growing, or the part of us that grows a little too wild. How often we settle in ourselves to carry the burdens and sins of our lives and choosing to keep them close so that they might fuel our anger as a way of keeping us, rather than allowing God just to take them, to burn them, because they’re not needed anymore. How often as church communities and parishes we actually hang on for dear life all of the old things that in fact don’t give us life anymore. How often we have said to ourselves as parishes, “We tried that once. We don’t do that here. We can’t do that because that might upset so and so.” And so we just keep doing over and over the old things, hoping for a different result. But God calls us to remove that deadwood that we don’t need anymore. And as every parish in this diocese, when we tell the truth, there are parts of us that we need to let go of. And so in this Synod, to take the time as communities to say, “What is it in us that we need to let go of so that God can make room for something new?” “And the branches that bear fruit God prunes so that it may bear more fruit.” Pruners know that it’s important only to clip the cane that is first-year growth and always to clip above, leaving at least two buds. Two by two. Two by two, they came into the ark. Two by two, Jesus sent them out into the mission field, and he gave them authority over all unclean spirits, and he commissioned them to take nothing with them except for a staff. No bag, no bread, no money, to take sandals and not two tunics, to go empty handed so that you may offer blessing and receive. You can’t offer blessing and receive when your hands are holding deadwood. And you cannot offer and receive blessing when you are too comfortable. It is in that moment of being sent out into the community, beyond the safety of the four walls of our community, that the vine actually has an opportunity to grow. It is in growing that the flower flourishes and the grapes and the fruit are formed. And the fruit is not capped; it is given away with no strings attached. It is when we push ourselves out into the world that we meet our God and our maker. And when we offer the fruit of who we are as community, ministry happens. The mission of God is always fueled by presence or, for the vine, sap. It’s well known that when you are pruning a vine, it’s important to cut the new cane, and the new cane needs to be connected to the previous year growth, and it needs to be connected to the previous year to that. You can count the growth all the way down the vine to the soil, just like you can count the rings of life on a stump. And as long as there’s a connection from one year to the next, the sap will actually grow evenly and push out new life to the buds. In my first year of ministry, I have been to parishes that are celebrating significant moments in their lives, their 50th anniversary, their 100th, 150, 175, 200. And when you stand in the front foyer of most of those churches, you can see the history in black and white pictures of rectors and old images that fade to colour. And some of those old pictures will show this church building once was in the middle of the field and now it is in the middle of a bustling downtown core of a suburb or in the city of Toronto and beyond. And the one thing that keeps parishes moving is knowing that that presence somehow continues to go through and coursing its way through a church community. You do not live a 175 years in a straight line. In fact, you meander and you twist and you turn, and there are gnarls and there are blemishes. But as long as that presence continues to feed, there will be fruit that comes to life on the vine. It is the presence of God that fuels all that we do, and the heart of discipleship, as we contemplate what that means for us as a Diocese of Toronto, is understanding what it means to abide. John uses the word “abide” 43 times in the gospel. It means to hold, to stand, to be expectant, to tarry with expectancy, to surround, to dwell. To dwell in the vine means to always live with a sense of expectancy that the God who delivers us does not just act in the past, but comes to us from the future. As we listen with expectancy, it is like Cleopas and his wife on the day of the resurrection, who finally get to their front door and they implore him, “Stay with us.” And when he is, revealed, they say, “Were not our hearts burning within us?” Or as we hear from that first reading today in Isaiah, “I have called you by name and you are mine. When you go through the rivers, I will go with you. When you go through the waters, they will not overwhelm you. When you walk through the fires, you will not be burned. When you walk through the flames, you will not be consumed. I am the Lord your God, the Holy One of Israel.” More often than not, we look backwards in time with a sense of expectancy instead of turning our faces to the future with courage. How often in our parishes we long for the good old days that always seems so much better than they are now. And when we long for yesterday, we back our way into the future, losing those moments of deliverance that God presents to us in the here and now. When we listen to those with all of the statistics about the future for a church community, it is easy for us to wring our hands and to give up. Well, my friends, the Church has always been one generation from closing or taking off. That is the nature of Church. And that future depends on you, and it depends on me. And it takes courage for us to be able to imagine a new future. When the flames erupted through the roof of St. James, Roseneath on April the 9th, did those flames consume the community? No. The community imagines a new future as they contemplate how God is calling them. In those moments when we wring our hands, worrying about how we balance our budgets, how do we find the energy to find new models of working together in our communities so that vines may work and live side by each, amalgamating, merging, creating opportunities for clergy and lay leaders from parishes to always work side by each? Sometimes it means letting go of old grudges. I am told that in Port Hope there was a time when St. Mark’s and St. John’s would never cross the river to dawn the doors of each other’s parishes. And yet now, and for some time, they are celebrating the Eucharist on Wednesdays every week, and they gather to hear the Passover story on Easter Eve every year. This is our time for us to think imaginatively of how God is calling us to repurpose our properties and our ministries as we go forward as a diocese. This is not a time to be afraid. It is a time to have courage. Some years ago, when I was serving in a parish in Oakville, we had a large maple tree in our front yard. And at a silent auction, I won the services of a parishioner who’s an arborist. And for the first 20 minutes or so on a Saturday morning, he taught me how you’re supposed to clip the branches on a tree, and how in fact you have to climb into the tree and to clip out all the branches that grow inward or downward or at cross purposes or rub against each other. And he only brought a pruning knife and a saw, and no ladder. And after a few moments he went up into the tree. He literally climbed the tree, and he just kept sawing and cutting, and twigs and branches would fall to the ground. And that memory of that old hedge long ago came to mind, and I thought, “Are you gonna leave a little bit of the tree behind?” It’s a little like, for me, when I go get my hair cut and I say, “Please, Lord, leave just a little on top. Make it look better than it really is.” And after a couple of hours, I came back to see what he had done, and he invited me in, and there was a huge pile of branches. And when I stepped inside under that canopy, there was incredible spaciousness. In this Synod, we talk about making space. Our governance working group is bringing a different model for governance for a Synod Council, that we pray God creates a different kind of space that allows us to make decisions more effectively by creating committees on the ground, close to the ground, for making decisions. A mixture of members of Synod and those who have expertise in a particular form that we need, in helping us make those decisions efficiently and moving along. We have learned in our governance patterns in the past and in the present that there are many moments when we rub up against each other and we often work at cross purposes in trying to make an effective decision, and we don’t always get it right. And I am looking forward to that conversation in this Synod, where we get to dream together, to say, “How will we make decisions most effectively for a changing circumstance in the Church?” In standing beneath a great canopy, we also create a space for diversity, diversity of language, diversity of culture, diversity of liturgical expression, diversity of biblical interpretation and theology, of rather than working at cross-purposes and always rubbing up against each other, to determine that one way is better or not than the other, to create that space where branches are always moving outward and upward. From the table we hear the words, “Love one another as I have loved you. Love one another.” The summer of 2019 and General Synod will be remembered for many things and one thing only. And for many of us, that one thing only was that the change to the marriage canon did not happen, because it didn’t have enough votes in the House of Bishops. And no matter which part or side that you stand on that question, there was deep upheaval and unrest for all. But for me, a deep hope emerging at Synod at the same time. The Word to the Church, an apology from the bishops, and two little words that open a door: local option. Or as Isaiah might put it, I am about to do a new thing. Do you not perceive it? A word to all of our LGBTQ2S community members: you are home. This is your home. You are sisters, brothers and siblings in Christ, fully in this community. And as we move towards Pentecost 2020, marriage is open in the same way that it is open for all couples in equal measure. If you are a cleric who believes God is calling you to marry same-sex partners, you will have that opportunity. It is given to you. And still if you hold to that teaching of the traditional view of marriage, you may, and live that with integrity and teach it with integrity. It is now a time for us as community, living under a huge canopy, to create that space for diversity where all may love one another as Christ has loved us. We hear in the first reading that the journey from exile home restores the whole of creation. “The rivers will flow in the desert, waters in the wild place, and the jackals and the ostriches will honour me.” As we make our way homeward as creation, we take creation with us. We learn from creation in the sorrow and the groaning, as we know that the temperatures of the earth are rising. In all that we do as a diocese, we are summoned to be responsible stewards and to do all in our power to transform our lives and to let go of that which creates no life, that is marking our own carbon footprints at home, in our parishes and in the work of the diocese. “I chose you. You did not choose me.” Those were the words that Jesus said to his disciples as parting words in this reading. “I chose you. You did not choose me.” And for the last 11 months, I have been learning what it means to be a bishop And I have learned over those last 11 months that there’s a part of me that’s a little like that kid in Grade 7 and 8 who is learning there are moments when I have made mistakes or been persistent, but you have been teaching me and forming me and helping me to learn what it means to be a pastor. It is our time as church leaders, lay and ordained, for us to make our mistakes and to take those risks for the sake of the gospel. As one of my mentors once said, George Black, “You’re gonna make mistakes. Make them boldly and make them quickly, and get on with it.” No truer words could be spoken. Rather than cowering with fear that we might get it wrong, to take the risk and getting it right. This staff, for me, I hold with great thanksgiving. It actually was made from a branch of a cherry tree that was pruned on the property of St. Jude’s Wexford. And it was fashioned in the form of a staff for me by picking up that which was taken off, and to remind me of a place of what it means to go boldly, empty-handed, carrying nothing but a staff. I am deeply grateful for your continued prayers as I learn what it means to be your Bishop, and I have deep pride and grateful heart for the way that I have been called to do this awesome duty. And I could not do this without my colleagues in the College, of Peter and Riscylla, of Kevin and Jenny, and of Mary Conliffe, who inspire and hold and pray this community of the Diocese of Toronto into the future. I am deeply grateful for every bishop here. I am also deeply grateful for Jenn Bolender King, who keeps my schedule tidy and moving in a way that makes some sense. And I’m deeply grateful for my wife Mary, who has been standing by my side through this whole year and holding my hand and encouraging me to take bold steps. May God keep us, bless us and hold us, and inspire us to be courageous for the sake of the gospel that courses through our very being. Amen.