Wednesday, September 2, 2020

A gentle, rainy day and a crazy president

 As you can tell from the title, you might not want to read this. But I assure you every thought and opinion here is mine and mine alone.

We had a long, gentle rain today, just what we needed.

The president flew to Kenosha and did a video with a man who is not the owner of a photo shop that was burned to the ground. He was a former owner. The current owner wouldn't meet with the president to let him turn the loss the owner felt into a political moment.

Plus, the president grieved for a right wing, armed radical who was killed, but not for the two blacks who were killed and one injured by a 17 year old shooter from another state who came to Kenosha to torment and threaten the peaceful protesters.

Plus--get this--the president would not admit the 17 year old killer was in any way guilty.

And he said, 'systemic racism' does not exist in the U.S.

God help us.

I was pleased by the gentle constant rain, just what we needed, as I said.

But I tremble at the thought of 4 more years for this president.

Things are in tatters because of his lack of leadership.

Biden/Harris on November 3rd--or before, if possible--since this president is trying to undermine voting.


Tuesday, September 1, 2020

Why I'm an Episcopalian

 I thought I had posted this before but searched the blog and didn't find it. I preached this sermon before leaving to be a clergy delegate to General Convention. I still believe it.

 

Why I’m an Episcopalian….

July 27, 2003

 

        This little book is called 101 Reasons to be an Episcopalian. Since much of what I want to say today is about the Episcopal Church, I’m going to read several of them to you as we go along.

        # 87 by a woman priest from Florida: “We don’t have all the answers and we welcome others who love the questions.”

     # 86 by a laywoman in Rochester: “Catholic, without the pope and with women; protestant without the gloom….”

        Tomorrow at 9:55 a.m., God willing and the creek don’t rise, I’ll be on an airplane headed to Minneapolis, Minnesota and the General Convention of the Episcopal Church as one of our Diocese’s 4 clergy deputies.

        I want you to know this: I am both proud and humbled to be one of the four priests representing the Diocese of Connecticut at the General Convention. Proud and humbled—both at the same time…. Both together…. Just like that….

        Reason # 52: “this is the only church that is as lovingly loony as your family.” Mary Lyons, Diocese of Olympia

     #80—a layman from Atlanta: “We don’t quiz you on your beliefs before worshipping with you.”

 

        What I want to tell you about the General Convention of our church is this (it’s a quote from Dame Julian of Norwich): “All will be well and all will be well and all manner of things will be well….”

 

        That’s not the message you will hear in the news media about the goings-on at General Convention. What you will hear—unless you log on the St. John’s web site and get my “reports” from the Convention—is this: the church is in a mess it can’t get out of…everything is falling apart…the Episcopal Church is about to split asunder and blow up like a cheap balloon.

        My advice is this: don’t listen to that negative stuff.

        My mantra is this: “all will be well….”

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        In today’s gospel, Jesus walks on water.

        Twenty years ago or more now, one of my favorite poets, the late Denise Levertov, said this: “The crisis of faith is the crisis of imagination. If we cannot imagine walking on the waters, how can we meet Jesus there?”

     Denise Levertov said that at a conference of poets and theologians. For my money, you couldn’t beat that combination—poets and theologians…people who anguish over “language” and people who fret about “God”. Poets and theologians—now you’re talking….

                                        ***

        Let’s cut to the chase—the real issue facing the General Convention, in one way or another, is the issue of homosexuality.

       

There is a remarkable amount of disagreement within the Episcopal Church about homosexuality. And that disagreement will come to the General Convention in several ways. It will come up over the confirmation of the election of Gene Robinson as the next bishop of New Hampshire. Gene Robinson has been a priest for 30 years. He is currently the assistant to the Bishop of New Hampshire. He heads committees for the national church. He happens to be a gay man in a committed relationship with another man.

        There are 10 other elections of Bishops that will come to the General Convention. Not since the 1870’s has the larger church overruled the choice of a Diocese as their bishop. And the 10 other bishops elected in the last 3 months will be approved by General Convention without debate and unanimously. But not Gene Robinson….

          If I were a betting man, I’d say the odds of Gene Robinson being approved by General Convention are 4 to 1 in favor. And when that happens you will read and hear how the Episcopal Church is about to fly apart and self-destruct.

        I would urge you not to believe that.

        I would urge you to believe this instead: “all will be well….”

        One thing the Episcopal Church is blessed with in abundance is “imagination.”  We will walk on the waters…. And all will be well….

        #32 by Elizabeth Geitz, a Canon at the Cathedral of the Diocese of New Jersey: “The Episcopal Church taught me that Jesus came to challenge, not just comfort; to overturn, not maintain; to love, not judge; to include, not cast aside.

        Most likely the Convention will also vote on whether or not to ask the Standing Liturgical Commission to prepare a ritual for the blessing of committed relationships outside of marriage. No matter what you hear in the media—General Convention is not voting to approve “gay marriages”.

        “Marriage” is a function of the state, not the church, so General Convention has no say in “marriage law”. Because of Connecticut state law, an Episcopal priest can legally sign a marriage license as an “agent of the state”. What I do, as a priest, in a marriage, is ask God’s blessing on the commitment and fidelity of the man and woman. What General Convention will most likely consider is whether there should be a service to bless the monogamous, faithful, life-long relationship of two people that is not marriage. The resolution is, in one way, separating what the “church does” from what the “state does.” If that resolution passes—and I’d put the odds at 2 to 1 in favor of it passing—the church will develop, over the next three years, a ritual to bless “relationships” other than marriage.

        If that resolution passes, you will hear that Liberals and Conservatives are about to tear our church apart. I’d urge you to suspend your judgment and remember this: “all will be well, all manner of things will be well….”

        # 11, Barbara Ross, Diocese of Oregon: “At our best, Episcopalians can respectfully disagree about a great many things—and still break bread together.”

     #13, by Carter Heyward of Massachusetts, one of the first 7 women ordained a priest…before the General Convention approved women’s ordination: “We believe that love without justice is sentimentality.”

     There is a sense of daja vu about all the media hype about this year’s General Convention. The Episcopal Church and the Anglican Communion, critics said, were about to implode and fragment a quarter of a century ago over revision of the Prayer Book and the ordination of women.

        And it is true that a small number of Episcopalians chose to leave the church after those changes. But the great schism nay-sayers predicted did not happen. We had the patience and imagination to walk on stormy waters. And, if we in the Episcopal Church can find—in the midst of great conflict and disagreement—if we can find “our better selves” we can walk on waters again.

        The secret to our “imagination” as a church is that we Episcopalians—deep-down, value “each other” more than we cling to our divisions. And we are, as a church, dominated by a commitment to Justice.

        Reason #62 of the 101 reasons to be an Episcopalian comes from Nancy Vogel of the Diocese of Vermont: “Despite or perhaps because of our present disagreements in the Episcopal Church I am reminded that God calls us all together because we aren’t WHOLE without each other.”

     Reason #68, a lay person from New York: “I love our church because we don’t think UNITY means UNIFORMITY.”

     “All will be well” with us, if we can cling to our passionate commitment to “be together” in the midst of deep differences. We Episcopalians are the only denomination that is practiced at that. Somehow, over our history, we have found the imagination necessary to “belong to each other” even though we disagree. This is a “lovingly loony” church. You don’t have to leave your questions or your intellect or your deeply-held opinions outside the door to be here and share in the sacrament with each other.

        We Episcopalians define our “identity” by our worship instead of our dogma. When Queen Elizabeth the First was asked, centuries ago, if members of her church should cross themselves during the Eucharist, she said, wise beyond words: “none must, all may, some should….”

        That is the openness and inclusiveness that is one-half of the genius and glory of our church. The other half of that genius and glory is this: we are the most “democratic” church in Christendom. We make our decisions on small matters and great matters by “voting”.

        I was “elected” nearly 15 years ago to be your Rector. We “elect” our bishops. The Presiding Bishop of the Church is “elected” by the other bishops. The deputies to General Convention are “elected” to vote for their Dioceses by their Diocesan Conventions. You “elect” the vestry members that make the decisions about St. John’s. And the Vestry makes decisions by “voting”.

        The Episcopal Church is a unique American institution, formed at the very same time as our nation by some of the same people. And the founders of our Church understood the wisdom of the founders of our nation—the way to make decisions is by voting…majority rules…. Here in the United States and here in the Episcopal Church, we don’t believe “unity” means “uniformity”. We vote on difficult issues. Then we move on, unified but not uniform.  And we deeply, profoundly value the “loyal opposition”.

        An “inclusive democracy” is what the Episcopal Church is. The “loyal opposition” is greatly valued by the majority. That was true for those who opposed women’s ordination and the 1979 Book of Common Prayer. It will be true two weeks from now toward those who are disappointed, broken and angry about whatever happens at General Convention. They will be loved. They will be comforted. They will be included. Without them, the church will not be whole.

        “All will be well…”  It will take a while and some few may choose to leave the church if I’m correct about how the votes will go. But those who are happy about the “votes” won’t want anyone who is unhappy about the “votes” to leave. If they leave it will be their choice and their leaving will be mourned greatly.

        And this church will go on. We will welcome all to taste and see how sweet the Lord’s Body and Blood truly is. We will value everyone, no matter what they think or believe. We will never require “uniformity” to have “unity”. And we will stand for love and justice—love and justice and the wonder of God.

        That will not change. Not one iota, not one jot.

 

Monday, August 31, 2020

Briget is sick

 Our dog, Brigit, is sick.

She hadn't eaten much for two days and threw up, outside and in the house, several times. And drank lots and lots of water--unlike her normally.

We left her at the vet this morning and she did several tests and an X-ray and gave Brigit a anti-nausia and antibiotic shot. Plus sent her home with pills for both.

She hasn't been much better--not eating and looking for water--but she hasn't thrown up and Bern gave her the pill for tonight with peanut butter.

It's so hard to have a sick dog.

You want to comfort and assure them, but how?

Brigit's name was Annie when we got her. I know I've written that before.

But every time we said 'Annie', she would flinch.

So we changed it.

She knows her new name perfectly well now.

We went to a rescue show and looked at several dogs. When we got in the car to leave, I said to Bern, "we have to take Annie because no one else will."

So we did.

She was a rescue from Georgia. We're not sure how old she is, but she is the sweetest dog we've ever owned. Doesn't bark. Loves affection. So dear....

I just hope she gets better soon.

I pray so--though I'm not sure you're supposed to pray for dogs.

But she deserves prayer.



Sunday, August 30, 2020

Half-way Between

 I just realized today that my age is half-way in between my mother's age when she died (she was 63 and never recovered from a stroke she had a week before) and my father's age when he died--83.

Two very different deaths.

When I was in college I noticed my mother taking tiny little pills.

I checked the bottle and it was nitroglycerin.

She had had a heart problem for years and hadn't told me.

I visited her in hospital the last few days. It was a 5 1/2 drive from Morgantown, where I was in college, to Bluefield, where she was in the hospital. I wasn't sure I could do it so I went to see the Episcopal chaplain. He put on full eucharistic vestments to give me communion and anoint me with holy oil. I made the drive fine.

I fed her vanilla ice cream but I wasn't sure if she knew me.

Lots of relatives around and the day before she died, my Aunt Elsie Ours said to me, "Happy Birthday". Only she remembered. I hadn't even remembered myself.

My dad and I were with her when she died. The doctors had warned us she might try to set up, even though she was unconscious, before she died.

She did and my father started shouting her name, but she laid back down and died.

My father's death was different. He had gone senile without me knowing it and called me in the middle of the night to tell me 'my friends' were going through his stuff. I flew out the next morning to Charleston and rented a car to make the 100 mile drive to Princeton, across a snow closed West Virginia Turnpike. Mine was the only car I saw on that long, slick drive.

I made arrangements the next few days and he flew back to Hartford with me. He lived with us for 5 months or so until he started wandering away. I put him in a nursing home five miles away and he kept trying to escape in his wheel chair. He wasn't sure who I was and often talked with me 'about me', thinking I was his cousin, Ralph LaFon.

The last talk I had with him was in St. Rapheal's hospital in New Haven where he was being treated for a bowel blockage.

He was as 'with it' as he had been in two years. He knew who I was and asked about Bern and Josh and Mimi. It reminded me of talks before all that happened.

I said, "Dad, I'm going home."

And he replied, "I'm going home too."

If he had been a member of my parish, I would have sat down and stayed with him. But he was my father and I didn't.

When I got home, ten minutes later, the hospital called. I just missed being with him when he died.

I went back to the hospital and sat with him for an hour or so.

The Black nurse who had been shaving him in his last moments, told me his last words.

"He sat up and said, 'I gotta get out of here!'"

Not bad last words.

He was a 'hard-shell Baptist', though I never knew what the adjective was about, and a mild racist. He died in a Catholic Hospital being shaved by a black woman. Irony is not dead.

I even let a Catholic priest bless his body. He might have scolded me for that, but he surely didn't care at that point. 

Bern and the kids and I flew back to WV on the same plane with his body to be buried beside my mother, whose death he had been mourning for almost 20 years.

When your parents die, being an only child aches as in no other moment.


Saturday, August 29, 2020

Autographs

I saw the President on line in Louisiana viewing the hurricane damage--as he should have been.

But he was writing his autograph on blank pieces of paper and giving them out to people at a meeting, telling them, "you can get $10,000 for this on E-Bay."

I went on E-Bay for the first time in my life and saw that autographed copies of The Art of the Deal were selling for $500 "or best offer".

I know lying is part of his deal, but why would he tell people who could really use $10,000 that, when it wasn't true.

Lordy, Lordy.

I just don't get this guy....

 

https://youtu.be/j-xNDlTxExs link to my You Tube blog. (All opinions in my blog are mine and mine alone.) 

Friday, August 28, 2020

2800

This is my 2803rd post!

I never knew I thought that much!

I prefer to drift through life--reading books, cooking, walking the dog, talking with friends. (That last one is off the list for now.)

But obviously I am an opinionated man!

So here's an opinion: the DNC was about possibility and hope while the RNC was about gloom and doom.

Last night the president seemed to blame Joe Biden and the Democrats for all the bad things that have happened since he's been president....Pause and ponder that.

At the RNC it was like Covid-19 didn't really exist, that the economy isn't in tatters and that all the violence (very little when you consider the entire BLM movement) is Joe's fault.

Elect Joe, the message was, and the country is going to hell in a hand basket.

As if we aren't in hell already during the president's term.

Things are so strange--and what was really strange was over a thousand people at the president's speech with no social distance and few and far between masks.

What does that say to you?

"Every thing is fine...."

Everything is definitely NOT fine. We are in the midst of a group of crises brought on by this administration.

Already 4 Covid cases from the RNC. What will we know in a week or two about last night?

https://youtu.be/j-xNDlTxExs   link for my youtube blog. All opinions here are mine and mine alone.


 

Thursday, August 27, 2020

The Storm

 I went to Stop and Shop for a few things this afternoon.

As soon as I got in the car it started to rain really, really hard.

I could hardly see on the mile drive back home.

I sat in the car listening to NPR for almost 20 minutes, waiting for it to slacken up.

It didn't.

So, I got soaked during the 15 foot walk from my car to my house.

My cell phone was getting notifications every three minutes or so about a tornado warning.

This is Connecticut, not Oklahoma! Why are we getting tornadoes? 

Global Warming is screwing everything up. And who is going to address that?

Our current President?

I think not. He thinks it's all a hoax!!!

The notifications told us to go to the basement or an 'interior room'--a room without windows.

The only rooms in our house without windows are our downstairs half-bath and our second bathroom upstairs.

I told Bern I'd take the downstairs one and she and Brigit could take the larger upstairs one.

But we didn't have to.

The worst is over in this storm.

But we HAVE to address Global Warning.

Which only Biden/Harris will do.

Mark the date and vote!

https://youtu.be/j-xNDlTxExs (link to my youtube blog. All opinions here are mine and mine alone.)

 

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