Saturday, July 27, 2013

Adventure: Rest Stop

Shabbat Shalom!

Sabbath is a rest stop.

Sabbath is a reminder.

God made us.
God made everything.
We are dependent on God for our existence.
And God rested.

We take one day of rest to remind ourselves
We are not self-sufficient
We are not totally dependent on our works
For those of us out of work
We rest in order to remember to be consumed by something other than the search for a job,
just for one day.
For those of us who have work
or retirement income sufficient to sustain life abundantly
We rest to remember it is God who made us
God who sustains us
God on whom we can lean
And God who depends on us to sustain those who have less
who are vulnerable
who are in need of any necessity.
We rest to take one day to intentionally rest on, lean on, God alone
as others lean on us.

We graze on the land for our food
or in this day and age, we graze from our refrigerators

We rest our bodies, our minds, our hearts
if we can
as much as we can
And over time
we may just truly believe
God is
God loves
God cares
God sustains
God is with us in everything
and maybe over time we will begin to believe that, too, and maybe it will, over time, be enough.

Shabbat Shalom! Sabbath Peace be with you.

Photo credits for all photos in this series: The Reverend Lois Keen

Friday, July 26, 2013

Adventure: Chapter I: Giving Away the Priesthood

I don't remember when it came to me, nor do I remember the circumstances. I do know that in the long process of discernment prior to becoming a postulant for ordination to the priesthood, in answering the question "What can you do as a priest that you can't do as a lay person?" the thought came to me, "I can give it away". I can give away the priesthood.

That calling got me into hot water a few times. Some thought I meant giving away the sacraments to the unordained (imagine!). Others were concerned that it meant I have no boundaries (those who know me are having a good laugh at that idea right now!). Still more wanted me to use the word "share" instead of "give away". My own seminary advisor coached me to say share "in order to get ordained - whatever it takes." He did so knowing what it would cost me - my integrity. And I came to understand what he meant. It was too soon for the institution to hear that a priest wanted to give away the priesthood. Best to use a word that keeps everyone in the same room, although not necessarily on the same page.

In practice I have struggled with giving away the priesthood. I know that I want every baptized person to know that they are priests by virtue of their baptism. I am only an icon of what we all are. And I have struggled with how little understanding the people of God have when I tell them they are priests. So I began with marriages.

I have only one homily for weddings - Saint David of Wales. It is said he went from cottage to cottage dressed in ordinary clothes. He took the bread from the oven and a bottle of wine from the cottagers' cellar and he sat at the kitchen table with the household seated around with him and he facing them and they celebrated communion in that homely place and in that homely way. Then I tell my couples that from this day forward they are the celebrants at their home table. Whenever they share a meal together, especially with others, they are the celebrants of communion.

When I have supper in a parishioner's home I try to encourage them to say the grace and not have me do it. At their own table, they are the priest and I am a communicant. At work they are the priest, the icon of Jesus, not me. At play. In school. In retirement.

But, and in the Diocese of Connecticut we are being schooled not to use that word "but", and still I will use it here - But, I discovered the most quietly revolutionary thing I have done in fifteen years of ordained life is to use the word "with".



From my first days as a curate at the Cathedral Church of Saint John in Wilmington, Delaware (now closed), where I was Children's Minister and Chaplain to the Choir School Children and the Children of the Brandywine Village Neighborhood, while all those around me were using the phrase "ministry to children", I was saying, "With". Ministry with children.

Ministry with Spanish speaking people. Ministry with those without homes. Ministry with the Pastoral Care Team. Ministry with the Practicing Prayer group. Ministry with Family and Children's Agency. Ministry with the Vestry. Ministry with Mission Congregation. Ministry with, with, with.

The word "share" implies that I keep some of what I have, as though the quality "priesthood" is finite and if I give it away, there won't be any left for me. Well, that would be fine with me if I actually succeed in giving away the priesthood. But my experience has been that there is plenty of it left even when I do succeed in giving it away. In the same way there is a difference between "to" and "with". "To" implies ministry is mine to give, but I hold onto it at the same time. "With" means we all share in the same quality and we are doing this thing together.

If I minister to Spanish speaking people I am above them. I'm taking care of them. If I minister with them, we learn together, we get to know one another as equals, we do things together with yet other vulnerable ones.

There are times when I appear to minister to. People who are dying, or are hungry, or hurting, are in need. And yet, as I minister to them, they are ministering to me by giving me the opportunity to share with them in their vulnerability. In my appearance of strength, they let me know my own vulnerability and to value it. Even in "to", it is "with".

This week I ran across an article at the blog Episcopal Cafe by Sara Miles which echoed what has been the hallmark of ministry for me all these years. It's called "The Most Important Word in the Bible". That word is "with". Go there and read Sara's words. She doesn't use my phrase, but she is talking about giving away the priesthood. And her article makes this chapter a with endeavor.

To my fellow clergy, there is plenty of work for us to do. Giving away the priesthood will not diminish that amount of work. There will be still more to whom to give it away and more to teach how to give away, themselves, what priesthood has been given to them. And if, in the end, we work ourselves out of a job, Hallelujah, I say! For the Reign of God will have been accomplished on that day
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Thursday, July 25, 2013

Adventure: Signposts along the way

Women Clergy Leadership Colloquium event


misio:Step out of the boat and walk on the waves


Being on an adventure without a map means I can follow sign posts that intrigue me and if they work, great, and if they are dead ends, that's fine too. It's all about the journey. And the journey is not solitary.





Adventure: Prologue

I will be honest with you: last week I had a hard time. A priest friend got a job and I was and am glad for that person. And I cried all day long. And last Saturday a seminary classmate was ordained a bishop. I'm glad for my classmate and still I had to force myself to write that I was happy. I was not happy for me.

I was and am still grieving for the closing of the church I was serving, and still recovering from staying on the job to the last day and beyond as details arose afterwards. Last week I was bitter about those priests who had found what I was calling soft landings, and I was angry that the church closed. I felt betrayed and abandoned, although I have no idea by whom. I only know that if I were to be asked what I was feeling I would have said, "Angry, abandoned, betrayed". I don't blame anyone. I also can't deny those were my feelings.

Last week I was still on vacation in the Finger Lakes region of New York State. Mi Esposo was working at the track in Watkins Glen and we were staying in a garage apartment - a true man cave and very comfortable! - in Bath, NY. It was a lovely vacation. And last Monday I cried all day because I don't have a job, I've closed my second church in a row, and I am bereft.

On Friday we left Bath for home in Norwalk. We stopped at Roscoe, on Route 17, for lunch at the Roscoe Diner. Then we continued East on 17 for home. We were in separate cars and as I drove I thought what a privilege it was to be able to see the waterways I was passing and that ridge looming up in front me, green with trees, and the beauty of the day and I'm going home to an adventure.

What?!!! Where did that come from? Going home to an adventure? What was I thinking? Well, I wasn't thinking. It just came into my head that at home I would encounter an adventure.

Adventures are not always pleasant. Sometimes you have to cross raging rivers. You encounter high mountain ranges that block your way. You turn a corner and find the road is washed out. You find joy where you will yourself to find joy. "What a privilege to see that river in all its glory! Isn't that mountain beautiful? Well, guess we'll stop and smell the roses while we figure out how to get where we're going now that the road is washed away." That's not normally me.

And it's not normally me to say to myself, "I'm going home to an adventure". So I'm living with those words. And examining my days in the light of those words. And I have no answers. What I do have is things I've read during this first week home. Ideas I've had. A passion I've discovered. A new take on old traditions. I have no idea where these are going. I do know they are going somewhere. After all, I'm on an adventure.

What kind of adventure? I'll tell you. Every once in awhile Mi Esposo and I get in the car and decide to try and get lost. We've had some of the most wonderful drives through Connecticut and up the Hudson and other places trying to get lost, take roads we don't know where they're going, use no map. I'm on that kind of adventure.



And today I begin to share with you some of the snapshots, and maybe even newsreels (now there's an old fashioned concept!) of what I'm encountering on the way. This post is the first newsreel. And as you're finding out, it's a metaphorical newsreel. Sometimes there will be actual photos or videos. Today I begin to take you on this adventure with me. Buckle up your seatbelt!