Tuesday, September 25, 2007

"Exercising Restraint" in New Orleans

The House of Bishops of the Episcopal Church has issued its long-awaited statement in response to the communique issued by the Primates of the Anglican Communion in their February 2007 meeting in Tanzania.

I am saddened, encouraged and skeptical all at the same time. Saddened because I believe that the steps taken by the Episcopal Church in recent years have been steps in the right direction. As Archbishop of Canterbury Rowan Williams has said, however, "actions believed in good faith to be ‘prophetic’ in their radicalism are likely to have costly consequences," and prophetic actions are seldom viewed by others as such in their contemporary contexts.

I am encouraged because, though the bishops' statement may appear to some a step backward, it is very much an expression of the commitment of this province of the Anglican Communion to enter more fully into the "listening process" initiated by the Windsor Report and the Primates' Meeting. One must recognize when discerning God's will in community, which has been a hallmark of Anglican tradition and polity, that sometimes the answer is neither "yes" or "no," but "wait." I think it is very important that the Episcopal Church remain part of the Anglican Communion, to safeguard the catholicity of the Anglican tradition. To that end, my experience of the Episcopal Church tells me that we should be willing to wait.

I am skeptical because I do not believe that those factions most disaffected by the actions of the Episcopal Church at General Convention 2003 and following will much care to change their positions. At its heart, this conflict is not, as I see it, centered on biblical authority (or more accurately, who can claim biblical authority) and it is not about the influence of "declining American morality" on the rest of the Communion. This conflict is about power. The movements by certain- shall we say "elements"?- within the Communion since GC 2003 have taken unprecedented and decidely un-Anglican steps toward centralizing authority in the hands of a few within the Communion, rather than allowing the autonomous provinces to govern their own affairs.

I fervently hope that I am wrong regarding this last point. Wouldn't it be a wonderful turn of events for those primates to recall their "irregularly consecrated" bishops back to their new home provinces? The bishops of the Episcopal Church have extended the olive branch on our behalf. It's time for those that called for these actions, who may or may not have believed that we would actually take them, to put their mitres where their mouths are.




From left, Archbishop of Canterbury Rowan Williams, Presiding Bishop Katharine Jefferts Schori, Mississippi Bishop Duncan Gray III, Louisiana Bishop Charles E. Jenkins, and New York Suffragan Bishop Catherine Roskam, address media at a news conference during the House of Bishops meeting in New Orleans.

Photograph by Matthew Davies, courtesy of Episcopal Life Online

Friday, September 07, 2007

Here we go again...

So today concludes my first full week as a graduate student at Boston University School of Theology. Now, by "first full week" I mean two days of class, and three days of doing a fat lot of nothing. Since I just got my last syllabus yesterday, and one of my classes hasn't actually started yet, I don't feel quite like the fat, lazy slacker that I probably should, but I do have this lovely sinking feeling that I have gotten myself into something that might be undoing.

Sitting in class did, however, feel very right. It's the first time in about 2 to 2 1/2 years that I have really felt like I was at a place in life that was where I was supposed to be. Then I came home and looked at my assignments, and looked at the application deadlines for my PhD programs, and my heart sank again. As a student in the Master of Sacred Theology (STM) program, I am going to be called upon to do quite a bit more work in some of my courses than the other students. I don't begrudge the extra work; in the end it will be worth it. But 16 credit hours, plus extra course requirements, along with 12 hours of work per week (I hope, I still haven't been able to get in touch with my boss about my schedule) is probably going to lead to a nervous breakdown. I have the distinct feeling that I am about to crawl into a hole and not emerge until classes are over. At least I won't be spending money.

On a mostly unrelated note, Wednesday chapel services are going to be interesting. The Episcopal Church and the United Methodist Church have entered into "Interim Eucharistic Sharing" (whatever that means). I think I came to the BU School of Theology not a moment too soon. We've got some liturgical work to do with the next generation of UMC ministers... ;^)

Saturday, August 25, 2007

Happy Freakin' Birthday

First off, allow me to send birthday wishes to two of my favorite celebrities, with whom I share this day:

Rachel Bilson (of The O.C.) and my personal hero, Sean Connery ("Suck it Trebek.")

That being said, I am taking this, the 26th anniversary of my escape from the womb, to start up on the blog again. I have been very bad about it the last year or so. There's something about going to work all day and staring at a computer screen that makes me not want to sit at home staring at a computer screen. But now that I'm starting up grad school again, I feel like I'll have plenty to gripe about, and probably plenty of motivation to procrastinate.

Friday was my last day of (full-time) work, and I am looking forward to the next few days of having nothing to do before school starts. They threw me a pizza party in Arsenal Park to say goodbye, which is funny, because they're going to see me again in about two weeks. It was like I was going off to war or something. It was nice though, my very pregnant co-worker made me her famous empanadas, and gave them to me as a birthday present. Part of me is going to miss the "real" world, and all of me is going to miss the paycheck, but in the end I am very excited about moving toward my ultimate goal of doctoral studies and helping to form men and women for ministry.

That's all for today, I think. I have got to finish celebrating my birthday. I still have 8 1/2 hours to go!

Thursday, April 26, 2007

Edge of Your Seat Fun for All Ages

You've played it before... ever-so-carefully removing a wooden block from low in the structure and replacing it on top. In college, we turned it into a drinking game: each block had some silly "truth or dare" or an amount of alcohol you were supposed to imbibe written on it in sharpy, and if you knocked the tower over, you had to kill your drink. Ah, Jenga... you've brought joy to umm... thousands(?).

As I was killing time on Amazon at work one day last week, I came across my next fictional indulgence: Lucky Dog by Mark Barrowcliffe. I love being able to preview the first few pages of the book before I commit to buying it. Granted, you can't always judge a book by chapter 1, but it at least gives you an idea. As I was reading the introductory pages of Lucky Dog, I ran across something that gave me pause, and is finally resulting in this post on the blog. The main character's mother has just been buried (earlier in the day):

"I could have done with a break that afternoon, from difficulties, from stress, from other people's problems and from my own. God, however, occasionally plays Jenga with our souls, seeing how much he can challenge the foundations of our beings before they collapse."

Jenga with my soul, indeed. I have always known that God has a very silly, sometimes twisted sense of humor. And I, having a sense of humor of my own, have come to appreciate God's little jokes. Unfortunately for me, my patience is wearing a bit thin. Most of it's in my head, I'm sure, but it appears that nothing in my life these days makes sense. Am I doing what I'm supposed to be doing? Was it wrong to move to Boston? Should I have taken that middle-management gig at my office (...sorry... I just vomited a bit in my mouth... better now...)? Uncertainty... I hate it. It causes the OCD tendencies of my personality to overwhelm the rest of me. It makes me not a nice person.

I feel like this is the point where the only piece left to remove is one of the center blocks about halfway up the tower. *Tap* it moves a bit. *Tap tap* almost out...

I think I should switch to Operation... or Hungry Hungry Hippos. Then again, maybe Chutes and Ladders is more in my wheelhouse these days.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Alleluia! The strife is o'er

"Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away; for lo, the winter is past,
the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear upon the earth;
the time of the singing birds is come." -Song of Songs 2:10-12

I cannot describe to you how happy I am that it's Easter (aside from the fact that no store in the Boston Metro area has a single Cadbury Cream Egg and that it is supposed to snow later this week...). Normally, I love Lent. A strange sentiment, I know, but I think the introspective, self-examining nature of Lent usually suits me. But this year, Lent has been tough on me. Maybe it was a bit of Seasonal Affective Disorder wreaking havoc with my neurotransmitters or something, but life has been very dark for me these last 40 days (plus Sundays). Unfortunately for me, I feel like I fell into the trap this year, that makes an idol of penance. I got so caught up in my own wretchedness and self-denial, that I ended up throwing a month-long pity-party.

The term 'Lent' is from an Old English word for "lengthen." It indicates the lengthening of daylight hours that coincides with the buildup to Easter and spring in the Northern Hemisphere. As I walked the pilgrim way of Lent, I managed to ignore the building light, both figuratively as we approached the Resurrection and literally as the Vernal Equinox came and went. My own navel-gazing and self-indulgence (which is really contrary to the aim of Lent, isn't it?) prevented me from actually growing during the experience.

The good news is: I finally snapped out of it. It took my washing the feet of 1/3 of the Maundy Thursday congregation, spending the night in church and walking the stations of the cross with about 30 kids, and standing with my new friends as they were baptized and confirmed at the Easter Vigil to remind me what I was supposed to be doing all along.

Alleluia! Christ is risen!
The Lord is risen indeed! Alleluia!!

Sunday, March 11, 2007

The Church's One Foundation

Much ado has been made recently regarding the Communiqué from the Primates' Meeting in Tanzania last month, as well as the draft of a Covenant for the Anglican Communion. I, too have been taking it all in, reading all of the commentary, trying to make sense of what exactly a Covenant would mean for our Episcopal Church, and for me personally. Whenever I hear the word 'covenant', I automatically remember my Baptist upbringing (funny that I don't think of the Abrahamic Covenant or the Mosaic Covenant). Following is the text of the covenant that I (unknowingly) agreed to when I was baptized at age 12:
Having been led, as we believe, by the Spirit of God, to receive the Lord Jesus Christ as our Savior, and on the profession of our faith, having been baptized in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost, we do now, in the presence of God, angels and this assembly, most solemnly and joyfully enter into covenant with one another, as one body in Christ.

We engage, therefore, by the aid of the Holy Spirit, to walk together in Christian love; to strive for the advancement of this Church, in knowledge, holiness and comfort; to promote
prosperity and spirituality; to sustain its worship, ordinances, discipline and doctrines; to contribute cheerfully and regularly to the support of the ministry, the expenses of the Church, the relief of the poor, and the spread of the Gospel through all nations.

We also engage to maintain family and secret devotions; to religiously educate our children; to seek the salvation of our kindred and acquaintances; to walk circumspectly in the world; to be just in our dealings, faithful to our engagements and exemplary in our deportment; to avoid all tattling, backbiting and excessive anger; to abstain from the sale and use of intoxicating drinks as a beverage, and to be zealous in our efforts to advance the kingdom of our Savior.

We further engage to watch over one another in brotherly love; to remember each other in prayer; to aid each other in sickness and distress; to cultivate Christian sympathy in feeling, and courtesy in speech; to be slow to take offense, but always ready for reconciliation, and mindful of the rules of our Savior to secure it without delay.

We moreover engage that when we remove from this place we will, as soon as possible, unite with some other Church, where we can carry out the spirit of this covenant and the principles of God's Word.
Now what this covenant does not tell you is that for violating any of the clauses, including the one about drinking (oops), the church may withdraw fellowship from you (a.k.a. excommunicate you). The draft Anglican Covenant also seems to indicate this in the last paragraph of section 6, but it is quite vague and open to interpretation (imagine that: something relating to the Church is open to interpretation). The member churches of the Anglican Communion will either decide that this means they can exercise their autonomy at will and say "I'm sorry" after the fact in some sort of open-ended "process of restoration and renewal." Or they will decide that other churches are in violation of the Covenant and declare them out of Communion. I think we did this once before in the 11th century, Western bishops excommunicating Eastern bishops and vice-versa. How'd that work out for us?

The fact that everyone seems to be ignoring, or perhaps just avoiding, is that this covenant is making a bold move toward centralizing authority in the institutions of the Anglican Communion. I don't want to go screaming "Fire" in a crowded cathedral, but this covenant makes me nervous. I am especially concerned with paragraph 3 of section three, which declares that each church commits itself to: "ensure that biblical texts are handled faithfully, respectfully, comprehensively and coherently, primarily through the teaching and initiative of bishops and synods, and building on our best scholarship, believing that scriptural revelation must continue to illuminate, challenge and transform cultures, structures and ways of thinking."

Frankly, I don't buy it. This clause is not allowing scripture to inform our ways of thinking, or change our cultures and structures. This clause is allowing authorized persons or groups to determine how the Church interprets its scriptures. Episcopalians expend a great deal of effort trying to convince themselves (I mean, ourselves) that we are "both Protestant and Catholic." The fact of the matter is, we are very much Protestant, catholic (with a small 'c') though we may claim to be. To relinquish our claim to an educated, well-informed and broad interpretation of Holy Writ is decidedly un-Protestant. Besides, if we haven't been able to come to a consensus about certain biblical principles at this point, what about this Covenant will make that process any easier, or lessen the tension?

The Archbishop of Canterbury noted in his address to the General Assembly of the Church of England, that in the current back-and-forth over biblical interpretation there is a danger of

"a virtual fundamentalism which simply declines to reflect at all about principles of interpretation and implicitly denies that every reader of Scripture unconsciously or consciously uses principles of some kind. And there is a chronological or cultural snobbery content to say that we have outgrown biblical categories. These positions do not admit real theological debate. Neither is compatible with the position of a Church that both seeks to be biblically obedient and to read its Scriptures in the light of the best spiritual and intellectual perspectives available in the fellowship of believers. And the possibility of real theological exchange is made still more remote by one group forging ahead with change in discipline and practice and [the] other insistently treating the question as the sole definitive marker of orthodoxy."


So, the question before us is: In the interest of maintaining the integrity of the Anglican polity, do we embrace the same sort of fundamentalism that composed the covenant above? Do we narrow our own vision of biblical interpretation to keep the other provinces of our church happy? Or do we affirm what we consider a prophetic movement, with a competing, but no less biblically-grounded approach?

I will decline to make suggestions on this point, since my opinion matters little in the grand scheme of things. I am content for the time being to wait and see what results from the conversation in the rest of the Communion over the next couple of years. I don't see how, at this point, we can return to our reliance on the Instruments of Communion, but I also do not see myself jumping on board with a covenant that will begin to introduce dogma into a traditionally creedal church.

Saturday, February 24, 2007

Ice, Ice Baby

So, I probably should have entered this post a while back, but it just took me a while to get the pictures taken care of. Anyway the pictures below are my tires about a week after the Nor'easter. I know it doesn't look that bad, but the ice up to the rims begs to differ. Eventually, Julie and I will be able to drive again (Julie's my car if you didn't figure that out).





I really just needed a place to whine. I'm done now, I promise. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go dump a box of coarse Kosher salt on the ground around my car... again...


Hooray New England!

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Snow Job




So when I moved to Massachusetts, I had assumed that my days of getting out of work/school because of a little snow were over. But then I experienced my first Nor'easter. So far, I gotta say, I'm not terribly impressed/awed/scared/whatever feeling a Nor'easter is supposed to inspire in me. Maybe it's because this winter has been pretty mild, and this is not a "typical" Nor'easter, but still I'm not sure what the big deal is (he said, tempting fate).

I understand that no matter where you live, when snow mixes with rain and sleet (or "ice pellets" as the Channel 5 weather guy calls them), it's bad news. What I do not understand is why no body bothered to plow my street this morning after the initial snow had already stopped. My morning commute was no big deal; Commonwealth Ave (see above) was pretty clear, albeit muddy and disgusting because of the sand on the streets. Every other street in the city of Boston was still laden with 4 inches of snow. I'm not really sure who decided it would be ok not to plow the streets... I mean, I know that you're not "used" to plowing the roads since it hasn't actually snowed in Boston so far this winter, but come on. You should be ready and raring to go!


Now that I've committed my rant against the snow plows to the depths of the Internet, I offer the following photo. It was actually taken in Saugus, MA. Clearly they were not on the ball either, such that the passengers of this bus had to push the bus out of the snow. Nice.






Friday, February 09, 2007

At Least I Know I've Got Options

So every couple of years I re-take the Belief-O-Matic quiz. It's not that I'm confused about what I believe or that I'm searching for a new faith, I just like to see what-if anything- is changing about my faith. Sometimes the results surprise me. The first time I took it, my number 1 result was Conservative Protestant Christian, somewhere around 70%. Not terribly surprising, given my background. I was a little surprised to discover that next in line was Reform Judaism... interesting. The last time I took it, I was finally a Mainline to Liberal Protestant, followed closely by Eastern Orthodox (what??) and apparently Bahá'í (really... what???). This time, you will all be pleased to know that finally, I have figured myself out. I am now 100% Mainline to Liberal Protestant. But thanks to Belief-O-Matic, if I ever have doubts about my Anglican-ness, I can always fall back on Quakerism.
I think my favorite part about my Belief-O-Matic results is the last three entries. It makes me chuckle a little to myself that I will stop believing in God altogether before I will become a Mormon or a Jehovah's Witness. I mean, you know how much I love the Mormons, but you've got to admit that's pretty funny.


1. Mainline to Liberal Christian Protestants (100%)
2. Othodox Quaker (95%)
3. Liberal Quakers (88%)
4. Unitarian Universalism (78%)
5. Seventh Day Adventist (71%)
6. Mainline to Conservative Christian/Protestant (71%)
7. Reform Judaism (70%)
8. Bahá'í Faith (64%)
9. Eastern Orthodox (62%)
10. Roman Catholic (62%)
11. Neo-Pagan (55%)
12. Orthodox Judaism (53%)
13. Mahayana Buddhism (53%)
14. New Age (53%)
15. Islam (52%)
16. Theravada Buddhism (52%)
17. Sikhism (51%)
18. Secular Humanism (51%)
19. Jainism (46%)
20. Hinduism (44%)
21. Scientology (43%)
22. Taoism (42%)
23. New Thought (40%)
24. Christian Science (Church of Christ, Scientist) (37%)
25. Nontheist (31%)
26. Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (Mormons) (29%)
27. Jehovah's Witness (25%)