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Saturday, June 14, 2008

I'm so proud I could burst!


There are very big doin's in the church tomorrow. The 1,000th baptism will be recorded at St. Paul's tomorrow and it's very, very exciting.

In the midst of all of that, we will be honoring our graduating seniors and I want to shine the spotlight on them, even if a bit early.

I've watched these kids in the past six years. I've helped to train them as Acolytes, Crucifers and Torchbearers, and worked with them on Sundays.

I've taught them in Confirmation Class, which Tim Wong and I co-teach, and rejoiced when they wrote their own 'Creed of the Council of The Chathams', had their Commissioning Service and designed their own "All About Me" tables, and then went on to be Confirmed at the Cathedral of Trinity and St. Phillip.

I've given them my cell phone number along with Tim's and told them if they were ever in a situation where they felt uncomfortable and wanted to leave but were concerned about calling their parents, they were to call one of us immediately and one of us would pick them up and take them home, no questions asked - from me or their parents. Some of them have done just that, and have honored us with their trust while honoring their own intelligence, and bodies, and souls and moral fiber.

I've come to know their stories, their dreams, their fears. For some, I have written a recommendation for college or scholarships. I can attest that they are GREAT kids, and I'm so proud of them!

And now, off they go to college. It's an amazing feeling, being their pastor and having had a hand, in some small way, with their formation as young adults.

So, without any further ado, ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you St. Paul's Graduating Class of 2008.

Erin Halliday
College: University of Rhode Island
Major: Undecided
Erin will continue to pursue figure skating.

David Huke
College: Miami University of Ohio
Major: Undecided
St. Paul's Mission Trip to Cagaus, Puerto Rico (2005), and San Antonio, Belize (2007)

Sarah Lowe
College: Lehigh University
Major: Business
New Providence High School soccer, basketball and track
National Honor Society
Spanish National Honor Society

Bryan Mills
College: Cornell University
Major: Applied Economics and Management with a specialty in Finance
Newark Academy Honor Roll
Newark Academy Fencing Team
Sang Baritone for Vigorosos (Acapella singing group)
Played keyboard for Chamelean (Jazz Group)
Oboe 1 in concert band and orchestra
Speech and Debate Club, Math Club, Tech Club, Chess Club, Strategic Gaming Frum and Otaku Club
Sailing/Cruising (Part-time Helmsman)
St. Paul's 2005 Mission Trip to Caguas, Puerto Rico

Billy Ready
College: Michigan State University
Major: Pre-Med
Member of Diocesan YEPT (Youth Event Planning Team)
St. Paul's Mission Trip to Caguas, Puerto Rico (2005), Somerville, TN (2006), San Antonio, Belize (2007), And Parsons, KS (2008)

Stan Serbanica
College: NYU
Major: Pre-Med and/or Business
Chatham High School Class President (3 consecutive years)
Voted most likely to succeed
Austin O. Hooey Scholarship ($40,000 awarded to one senior every year)
St. Paul's Mission Trip to Cagaus, Puerto Rico (2005)

Max Stelzer
College: University of Miami
Major: Economics
Minor: Spanish
Key Club (4 years)
Chatham High School Bowling team (3 years)
Volunteer for Chatham Township Recycling Effort
Volunteer at Chatham Library Book Sale
St. Paul's Mission Trip to Caguas, Puerto Rico (2005), Somerville, TN (2006), San Antonio, Belize (2007), and Parsons, KS (2008)

At their baptism, we asked God, in part, to " . . .give them an inquiring and discerning heart, the courage to will and to persevere, a spirit to know and to love you, and the gift of joy and wonder in all your works."

Our prayers have clearly been answered. It is with a truly greatful heart that I ask you to join me in saying Amen.

I've been 'Fishawacked'


Today was the Annual Chatham Fishawack Festival - a sort of old fashioned town "Founders Day" event, except it happens every other year. No parade. Just merchants and organizations wanting you to know what they do so they can get you to contribute money - oh, and food. Lots and lots of food.

This is Olivia and Ella. I've named them "The Fishawack Princesses." Because, well, as you can clearly see, they are. Well, princesses, in any event.

We gave out 5 cases of iced water with this cool little thingy that has our logo on it, and a very clever doohickey that clips on your belt.

Very ingenius, don't you think? Everyone was wearing them and grateful for it. In fact two people actually contributed scholarships for any kid who wanted to attend our Vacation Bible School but didn't have the finances. That was absolutely spontaneous. I was as amazed as I was delighted.

Of course, no one signed up for our VBS, but that's okay. Lots of people saw the banner and some asked questions.

We also handed out 144 Popsicles. Sugar free. Cherry. Orange. Or, grape. The kids LOVED them. And, their parents didn't seem to mind that they dripped all over their clothes. I can't think of anything that stains any worse than Popsicle drippings. Even grass stains are easier to get out.

Never mind. It was sugar free. Which meant they could hold off the sugar high until they made their way back and got the freshly swirled cotton candy.

I had the opportunity to chat with some parishioners I don't always get a chance to talk to and got caught up on the stories. I also got treated to Argyle's Fish 'n Chips for lunch. It's only the best damn Fish 'n Chips in the country. The restaurant is in Kearny, NJ and it's run by some wonderful Irish folk. None better. Swear.

We were out there from 10 AM - 2 PM. It was 90 degrees with heavy humidity. I'm so happy to be living in a rectory with central air conditionig.

Very, very happy.

Five Things You Didn't Know You Could Do With Your Cell Phone


(Okay, all y'all. Heads out of the gutter. Right now. Thank you.)

Cell phones. What did we ever do without them? Although . . . I have a sign hanging in the foyer before the Narthex that says: "God can hear you just fine. Please turn off your cell phone."

It has helped somewhat, but every now and again, a cell phone will go off at the oddest times - usually during the sermon, but so far, never during Eucharist.

This came in from my friend Marcia in Vermont. I'm thinking this might be helpful information to pass along. Hope it helps.

There are a few things that can be done in times of emergencies or situational urgencies.

Your mobile phone can actually be a life saver or an emergency tool for survival.

Check out the things that you can do with it:


FIRST
Emergency


The Emergency Number worldwide for Mobile is 112. If you find
Yourself out of the coverage area of your mobile network and there is an
Emergency, dial 112 and the mobile will search any existing network to
Establish the emergency number for you, and interestingly, this number 112
can be dialed even if the keypad is locked. Try it out.

SECOND
Have you locked your keys in the car?

Does your car have remote keyless entry? This may come in handy someday. Good reason to own a cell phone:


If you lock your keys In the car and the spare keys are at home, call someone at home ontheir cell phone from your cell phone. Hold your cell phone about a foot from your car door and have the person at your home press the unlock button, holding it near the mobile phone on their end. Your car will unlock. Saves someone from having to drive your keys to you. Distance is no object. You could be hundreds of miles away, and if you can reach someone who has the other 'remote' for your car, you can unlock the doors (or the trunk).

Editor's Note: It works fine! We tried it out and it unlocked
Our car over a cell phone!'

THIRD
Hidden Battery Power


Imagine your cell battery is very low. To activate, press the keys *3370#.Your cell phone will restart with this reserve and the instrument will show a 50% increase in battery. This reserve will get charged when you charge your cell phone next time.

FOURTH
How to disable a STOLEN mobile phone?


To check your Mobile phone's serial number, key in the following Digits on your phone: *#06#.A 15-digit code will appear on the screen. This number is unique to your handset. Write it down and keep it somewhere safe.

When your phone get stolen, you can phone your service provider and give them this code. They will then be able to block your handset so even if the thief changes the SIM card, your phone will be totally useless. You probably won't get your phone back, but at least you know that whoever stole it can't use/sell it either. If everybody does this, there would be no point in people stealing mobile phones.


And Finally....

FIFTH
Free Directory Service for Cells


Cell phone companies are charging us $1.00 to $1.75 or more for 411 information calls when they don't have to. Most of us do not carry a telephone directory in our vehicle, which makes this situation even more of a problem. When you need to use the 411 information option, simply dial: (800)FREE411, or (800) 373-3411without incurring any charge at all. Program this into your cell phone now. This is sponsored by Mac Donalds.

Where does he get them?


Don't blame me, blame Doug.

Friday, June 13, 2008

Called or Collard?


I was talking this morning with a friend who will soon be going before the Commission on Ministry for Candidacy.

He's as nervous as a long tail cat in a room full of rocking chairs.

And, I don't blame him.

Not that I have any doubt of his call to ordained leadership. It's quite obvious to anyone who spends more than 15 or 20 minutes with him

Which is part of the problem.

As he describes the process in his diocese - which is fairly typical - the COM breaks into five or six small groups of three or four, balanced by clergy and laity. The person coming before them has just about 15 minutes to sit before them and answer their questions.

After that person has "made the rounds" the COM gathers together and discusses the person, carefully reviewing letters of recommendation, psychological evaluations, CPE and seminary records, and then, after a moment of prayer, a vote is taken. A recommendation is then made to the bishop to (1) grant candidacy, (2) postpone it until some concerns are addressed or recommendations are completed, or (3) to deny candidacy.

It's all pretty grueling - and, unnecessary.

I don't know a priest today who didn't go through a similar situation and declare it absolute insanity. And yet, there are priests sitting on COMs who said the same thing when they were in a similar situation and they never even raise a protest, much less a concern, about the process.

As I've said before, COMs have an impossible task. Most of them are good people who work very hard and are very well intended. Most of them have had no formal education or training in terms of discernment; neither have they been given much of an orientation to the process of spiritual discernment or heard an articulation of the qualities and characteristics of ordained leadership and how to interview someone to illicit responses that would lead you to authenticate the vocation.

It's no surprise then, to me, that we have ordained lots of people, wonderful, deeply spiritual, talented people, who are not leaders. Indeed, we've ordained some perfectly wonderful laity who are clearly called to ministry - just not ordained ministry. And, without the proper tools of or experience in discernment, well, let's just say, mistakes have been made.

The other problem is a dynamic of power. Members of COMs work very hard under less than optimum conditions and a process that is, in my humble opinion, not designed to elicit the information necessary to a decision making process. They make important decisions which lead to a recommendation. Some would say, ONLY a recommendation.

This can, and has in the not-too-distant past in my diocese, a very weird dynamic of power and passive aggression that puts the heaviest portion of the burden on the candidate.

Which is why he's more than a bit nervous.

"What's the question that causes you most anxiety?" I asked him.

"Oh, that's easy," he said, "It's this one: 'Why do you feel called - or, How do you know you are called - to ordained ministry?"

I agree with him. It's a difficult question to answer - made more difficult by the fact that it's an impossible task to respond to that in the last 5 minutes of the interview, when it's most likely to be asked, to people who are total strangers.

It's a lot like a total stranger asking someone who's engaged, "How do you know you're in love?" and whether or not you're allowed to be married depends on your response and your ability to convince the committee.

I was talking with another friend, also soon going before his COM, and he reminded me of Will Campbell - Southern Baptist preacher, liberal freak, and as he describes himself: "author of rare books". He says he knows they're rare, because he cashes the royalty checks. Books like "Soul Among Lions" and "Brother to a Dragonfly".

Anyway... He was asked why he did the difficult work of ordained ministry. Why he allowed himself to become so emotionally invested in the people and the causes that moved him. His response:

"Because I'm called, you stupid son of a bitch!"

Somebody give me an Amen.

UPDATE: BOTH YOUNG MEN ARE NOW CANDIDATES FOR HOLY ORDERS!! Thanks to all who offered prayers. Oh, and can I just say: WOO HOO!!

Isn't she lovely?


I planted this sunflower last Saturday. There was only one bud and it was closed tighter than a fighter's fist in a boxing ring.

This is her today - with three more buds behind her.

She's pulling up lots of nitrogen from the soil, so I'll have to feed her often. I also pray that I don't have to compete too hard with the Bluejays and Squirrels for her to keep growing. I'd love to be able to harvest some of her seeds and watch her children grow.

I told this story recently, but it bears repeating.

Robert Raines, former director of Kirkridge Retreat Center, once told a story about a woman who was diagnosed with cancer. When she learned her diagnosis, she decided to take whatever little extra money she had stashed away and instead of spending it on medical care, bought thousands of daffodil bulbs. She spent days planting them on the side of the hill on which her little house stood. On one of the coldest days of winter, when everything was barren and frozen, she died.

Later that spring, thousands and thousands of daffodils bloomed, their yellow trumpets competing to shout "Alleluia!" to Our Most Abundant God. People would come from miles around to look at this glorious site.

Raines called her "A Plotter of the Resurrection."

I'd like to think that "I'm one, too."

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Red Cherries, Green Bananas and Bishops


I apologize for the lapse. It's been a whirl.

I deeply appreciate the emails and phone calls of concern.

So much has colluded to steal time. Or, perhaps, redirect it.

I call it the "Parochial Trifecta": Pastoral concerns, The Fishawack Festival on Saturday (look it up, it's a Chatham thing), and the 1,000th Baptism on record at The Episcopal Church of St. Paul on Sunday.

To your right is a picture of the 'town square' of Chatham.

A gazebo and a clock.

A perfectly manicured lawn.

In 2006, the population of Chatham was reportedly close to 19,000 residents. The average household income was reported at $160,000 and the average home sells for between $650,000 and $2.5 million. We also have homes in the $5 - 10 million range.

All these marks of a community which is lovingly referred to as "Mayberry USA" and "Republicanville."

God help me (and God only knows why) it's a community - the people of St. Paul's - I've come to love.

The real miracle is that they've come to love me, too.

The miracle of today - most this amazing day - is that this is the birthday of Bishop Barbara Clementine Harris.

She is the first woman to be ordained bishop in the Episcopal Church.

Is there a person on the planet who does not know this?

Oh, and by the way . . . she also happens to be an African American woman.

Just in case you didn't know. And, in case it's important to you.

It is to me. I'll tell you why.

The episcopacy of Barbara Harris marked a shift in the cosmos. It sent the message, just in case the ordination of the Philadelphia Eleven and the subsequent "regularization" of the ordination of women, that nothing would ever be the same in the Episcopal Church and, therefore, the church Catholic.

And, it hasn't.

Thanks be to God.

At the end of the day - at the end of most this amazing day - I am both bone tired and elated. I am doing what it is I was called to do - ordained to do.

It is some of the hardest work I've ever been privileged to do and I rejoice in it.

It is, in part, because of this woman. Barbara Clementine Harris. A child of God. And, and African American woman. The granddaughter of slaves.

And, by the grace of most this amazing God, a Bishop in the church of God.

She gives me hope. She brings hope to so many others.

I wished her, today, her 78th birthday the following: May you enjoy the alcoholic beverage of your choice, the cigarette of your preferred brand, and lots of absolutely filthy laughs at lots of off color jokes with your most treasured friends.

Hell, she will anyway, without anyone's permission or encouragement.

She laughed that throaty, smoky Katharine Hepburn laugh of hers and said that, at her age, she would guess that a sexual encounter and a glass of ice water would probably do her in - and so she was studiously avoiding both.

I asked her, today, if she had any advice (for, surely, I could use it).

She said, "Honey, at my age, I only have advice for myself which was given to me by the first African American Bishop Suffragan of the Diocese of Massachusetts when he was my age: I don't buy green bananas."

For some, life is just a bowl of cherries.

For others, it's a a miraculous ministry near a quaint town green.

For others, it's just wry humor about green bananas.

And now, I'm off to bed. When I awake in the morning, I will rejoice to be able to do this amazing work.

This ministry.

For Jesus.

And and the people of God.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Most This Amazing Day


Don't miss most this amazing sermon preached by none other than most this amazing preacher, Susan Russell, her illustrious, brilliant self, at most the amazing day of the Blessing of Gene and Mark's Civil Union.

Besides being filed with passion and intelligence, love and humor, and - as an added bonus: song! - it's a lovely counterpoint to the article just below this.

Read and enjoy and celebrate again with Gene and Mark whose love and commitment and courageous witness are most amazing gifts to us all.

When Good People Have Affairs


Remember Paul Simon's song "Fifty Ways to Leave Your Lover"?: "Just hop on the bus, Gus. Don't need to discuss much. Just drop off the key, Lee, and get yourself free."

Well, there's a new book out that bumps that up a notch. A Boston therapist, Mira Kirshenbaum, has written a book which attempts to explain why it is that people enter into adultery.

I recently picked up a copy of "When Good People Have Affairs: Inside the Hearts and Minds of People Who Have Two Relationships,". I live on a street known as "The Peyton Place of Chatham". My home and front yard seem to have developed into "the neighborhood confessional," and I'm known as a "safe person" to whom people can dump their anxieties and concerns as opposed to engaging in "gossip."

Kirshenbaum writes pragmatically, and without judgment, about the 17 reasons people cheat. She argues that these reasons are not always selfish or immoral.

I don't know whether I'm appalled or amused, fascinated or horrified or all of the above.

Kirshenbaum not only maintains that divorce may not be such a bad thing in certain circumstances (and here, my experience teaches me that she's not all wrong on this), she also advises husbands or wives who have affairs not to go home and own up, because discovery of the truth can cause more damage than concealment (I hate to agree with her but in some situations I've often wondered the same thing.)

I wish to point out that no where in the book is it even suggested that same sex marriage is the reason for the collapse of heterosexual marriage. Neither does she blame the example of "the gay lifestyle" (whatever the heck that is) as the paradigm for adultery. Imagine that!

So, what are those 17 reasons for two-timing your spouse? Andy McSmith, has written an article in The Independent UK which reviews the book. This is his summary. I couldn't have done it better.

Break out into selfhood

Kirshenbaum writes: "For a long time there are forces in your life that have opposed your being yourself, expressing yourself.

The affair is the best way you knew how to stand up for who you are." Virginia Woolf's husband, Leonard Woolf, is reckoned to have been more of a guardian than a lover. She broke out into a torrid affair with Vita Sackville-West, on whom she based the novel Orlando.

Accidental

Kirshenbaum writes: "You weren't looking for it ... but you were in the wrong place at the wrong time."

Vivienne Haigh-Wood married the poet T S Eliot weeks after they met. He later confessed: "To her, the marriage brought no happiness. To me, it brought the state of mind out of which came The Waste Land." But she does not seem to have intended to betray him quite so soon. It was just that Bertrand Russell happened to drop by.

Sexual panic

Kirshenbaum writes: "You feel your sexual powers are waning and in a kind of panic, you have an affair to prove you're still as sexually able as you were." The career of John Prescott was, outwardly, a story of success, the former ship's waiter who rose to be Deputy Prime Minister, but he never got over his sense of inferiority. In his sixties, he seduced Tracey Temple, a civil servant 26 years his junior.

Let's kill this relationship (and see if it comes back to life)

Kirshenbaum writes: "The idea is that once an affair is discovered it will deliver a blow that will either kill your relationship or make it stronger."

No sooner had Napoleon Bonaparte married Josephine than he was off to war, when rumours surfaced that she was having an affair. When he returned to France, she never cheated on him again.

Mid-marriage crisis

Kirshenbaum writes: "Without time and attention marriages get stale or feel full of problems, so ... you have an affair."

David and Victoria Beckham have done well to stay together. Plenty of women would not mind a turn with the footballer, and one or two claim to have had that experience. "No one said marriage was going to be easy," Victoria admitted.

Trading up

Kirshenbaum writes: "You've moved ahead in life but your spouse has stayed behind. Having an affair is your way of being with someone you think better matches your circumstances."

Horatio Nelson was an unknown young seaman when he met and married the widow, Frances Nisbet, who already had a son. Eleven years later, in 1798, he was a national hero, after winning the Battle of the Nile, and took up with Lady Emma Hamilton. Their affair was a national scandal, and the birth of their child had to be kept secret.

Heating up your marriage

Kirshenbaum writes: "Unconsciously, you're hoping that the affair itself or your spouse finding out about it will make things more passionate..." In 1907, President Woodrow Wilson's wife, Ellen, was suffering depression when Wilson met Mary Hulbert. Whether they had an affair is disputed, but the friendship caused Ellen pain. He introduced her to Ellen; the women shopped together, and the marriage revived.

I just needed to indulge myself


Kirshenbaum writes: "It may not be noble, but the fact is that you've been working so hard that an affair is the best way you know how to give yourself some pleasure."

Poor Monica Lewinsky is fated to be remembered for the rest of her life for the misjudgement she made at 21, as an intern in the White House, by allowing herself to be the latest in the line of women to reward Bill Clinton for all his hard work. "He talked about it as though I had laid it all out there for the taking. I was the buffet and he just couldn't resist the dessert," she said in her book on the affair, ghosted by Andrew Morton.

Ejector seat

Kirshenbaum writes: "You want out of your marriage but you're afraid to just quit, so you're hoping that an affair will end things for you - either your spouse will kick you out or your lover will give you the courage to quit."

"There were three of us in this marriage," Diana , Princess of Wales, complained. Indeed there were. Prince Charles seems to have her married out of a sense of duty rather than love. A telephone conversation with Camilla Parker Bowles, as she then was, was taped and broadcast, no one knows who by. "The trouble is I need you several times a week ... Oh. God, I'll just live inside your trousers or something. It would be much easier!" he proclaimed.

See if

Kirshenbaum writes: "You're in a see-if affair if your motive is to see if what you've been missing in your marriage can be gotten with someone else and, if so, does it make as much of a difference as you'd thought."

When Ryan Phillippe appeared opposite Abbie Cornish in Stop-Loss, this year's blockbuster about the Iraq war, their professional association blossomed into romance, causing the gossip writers to observe that she looked exactly like a younger version of Reese Witherspoon, Phillippe's estranged wife. Their marriage has ended. He is certainly not the only man to find solace in a woman who looks like his first love.

Distraction


Kirshenbaum writes: "Things are hard, frustrating, confusing in your life, and an affair is a way to distract yourself from all these difficulties by creating a kind of oasis of romance."

David Lloyd George was a great one for creating oases of romance after he left his simpler life behind in Walesto enter the world of high politics. His greatest love was Frances Stevenson, "my darling pussy", who became his second wife.

Surrogate therapy

Kirshenbaum writes: "You need help of some sort - maybe boosting your self-esteem - and an affair is your way of getting it."

The Austrian writer Leopold Ritter von Sacher-Masoch had an unexciting marriage which did not suit his unusual emotional needs, so he signed a contract with his mistress Fanny Pistor Bogdanoff, making him her slave for six months, on conditions that she wore fur as often as possible particularly when she was of a mind to wield the whip. Hence the term "masochist".

Do I still have it?

Kirshenbaum writes: "You are getting older, your marriage is stale, and you wonder if you still can attract someone, get them to fall in love with you, and carry on a passionate affair."

Pablo Picasso married Olga Khokhlova in 1918, and was legally still married to her when she died in 1955, but did not let that cramp his style. He also had two children by Françoise Gilot, who left him in 1953, when he was 71. His drawings show that he now feared he had become a hideous old man, yet he managed an affair with 24-year-old Geneviève Laporte, who, in old age, made a fortune from the pictures he drew of her.

Having experiences I missed out on


Kirshenbaum writes: "You weren't in many relationships before you got married and now you feel there are experiences that are important to you that you missed out on ..."

In 1984, the newly elected Tory MP Edwina Currie, began an affair with John Major, then a party whip. It lasted for four years. They were both married. "Politicians admire the element of the devious in each other," Currie explained.

Revenge

Kirshenbaum writes: "You're furious at your spouse for some way he or she hurt you, and you're having an affair as a way to get back, even if your spouse never learns about the affair."

Being abandoned by her husband, King Edward II, during a campaign against Robert the Bruce was bad enough - Queen Isabella, daughter of the King of France, narrowly missed being a prisoner of the Scots - but what she really could not stand was his homosexual lovers. So she took up with Roger Mortimer, raised an army, and overthrew the king.

Mid-life crisis

Kirshenbaum writes: "These are rare because true mid-life crises are rare. What people think of as this can be explained by one of the others, such as the surrogate therapy or the mid-marriage-crisis affair."

John Profumo was 25 when he was elected to Parliament, and was the youngest of the Conservative MPs who brought down Neville Chamberlain. But by 46, he was still only a middle ranking minister when he and his wife met Christine Keeler, then 20. After a few torrid weeks, he ended their affair. Unfortunately, for him, she could not keep a secret.

Unmet needs


Kirshenbaum writes: "Whatever it is you need, you're not getting it from your partner. An affair is your way of getting those needs met."

Catherine the Great was an innocent German princess when she was sent to Russia to marry Grand Duke Peter, heir to the throne. He was a disaster as a husband, and as a tsar. She loved sex and needed to produce an heir. Having had Peter murdered, she took uncounted lovers, the most famous of whom was Grigori Potemkin, reputedly endowed with more than just a first-class brain.

Monday, June 09, 2008

I. Have. Had. Enough!

Okay, so I tried to get my local town Rec. Department to be considerate of sports schedules on Sunday.

To an abysmal failure.

The apathy from my other Protestant and Roman Catholic colleagues was, well, overwhelming.

Now, I've just learned that Spring Break in the Town of Chatham is scheduled for Holy Week.

Okay, the next sound you hear is that of my last nerve being pulled.

AAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!

This, after my staff and I have discerned and determined that the best way to learn about what it means to be Christian is to travel as a pilgrim in Holy Week. So, we have made it mandatory that staff, wardens and vestry, along with Confirmands, parents and sponsors attend all Holy Week services: Palm Sunday, Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, The Great Vigil of Easter and Easter Day.

Here's the thing: I know that the folks in the Administration of the School Department are good people - most of them conscientious Christian people.

And, I know the complications involved.

It comes down to this: "What is the Sabbath?"

And this: "Whose Sabbath?"

Orthodox Jews claim the Sabbath from sundown Friday night to the rise of the first star on Saturday. I believe I'm right (but will be happily proven incorrect) if the Muslims consider the same time period as "Sabbath."

Conservative and Reformed Jews are a wee bit more lenient, I believe.

The Christians claim the Sabbath from sundown Saturday night to sundown Sunday night.

I get it. It's complicated.

And yet, I KNOW there is a solution to what seems, at least on the surface, like a religious-secular conundrum.

That being said, I suspect all of the above named diverse groups would not be unhappy with sport games being played after 1 PM on Sunday.

And, I also suspect that all of the same diverse groups would not only find the blatant disregard of any one's "Holy Week" to be an abomination, my hunch is that the secular - religious claims to the definition of 'Sabbath' would find sharp difference with the religious definition of "sacred time" in our frenetic, cultural lives which we give back to God.

I've tried fighting the good fight. Alone. It doesn't work.

Here's why: The argument that is given is this: "Well, I understand, but this puts us at a distinct disadvantage with the other teams in the league."

Okay. I understand, too.

So, here's what I'm thinking: What if we organized?

I'm thinking, an Interfaith organized effort.

Like, the New Jersey Council of Churches doing a little something with the generous contribution given to them, convention after convention, year after year, and taking a stand on this issue?

Hell, what if the National Council of Churches joined with the equivalent interfaith judicatory bodies about "Keeping Sabbath Holy"? Would that not be awesome?

Might we be able to make a statement in the midst of this cultural insanity which is overly concerned with "productivity" and political (secular) correctness?

Might we be able to make an impact - or, God knows - actually change the secular culture which does not "keep the Sabbath holy"?

If we, of the religious community, don't think the Sabbath is important enough to fight for, why should anyone else think it's important?

If we, as religious leaders, don't stand for something, is it any wonder our people will fall for anything?

Of course, I could be wrong.

What do you think?

Should we call on our local and national Council of Churches to work with other Interfatih Judicatories toward reclaiming the Sabbath?

Might this be a resolution for our diocesan and national conventions?

Sunday, June 08, 2008

And the groom wore (outrageous) shoes


And so did the preacher.

Don't miss this video interview with Susan Russell, preacher at the civil union and blessing of the covenant between Gene Robinson and Mark Andrew.

Congratulations Gene and Mark. You deserve much happiness. May God continue to bless you that you may continue to be a blessing.

(If that link doesn't work, try this)

"Follow Me"


“ . . . . and he said to him, ‘Follow me.’” (Matthew 9:9-13, 18-26)
IV Pentecost A (Proper V) – June 8, 2008 – The Episcopal Church of St. Paul
(the Rev’d Dr.) Elizabeth Kaeton, rector and pastor.

There’s something inside of me that wants to scream at Matthew at the top of my voice: “Hang on, Matt! Don’t just get up and follow Jesus. Think about this for a minute, man. Do you have any idea what you are getting yourself into?”

Apparently not. I suppose if any of us did, we’d never have gotten into the business of Christianity in the first place. Not that I have any regrets, mind you. It’s just that, when I started this journey, I had no idea where it would lead me. I suppose if I had, I might not have begun. I wouldn’t have believed a word of it. Poor Matthew, reportedly a tax collector, doesn’t have a clue either.

Consider, for a moment, the tax collector of ancient Israel. The notes I have on the inside pages of my seminary study bible indicate that there were five different taxes levied on the Jews by the Romans: income, property, special assessment, poll and indirect tax (Why I noted that is beyond me.) These taxes were heavy – some as high as 20%, dependent upon yield of crop and herds – and the severity with which they were exacted made them an intolerable grievance.

Matthew is considered by many scholars to mostly likely have been an actual tax collector since he is the only one of the four evangelists who uses the technical term “didrachma.” So, not only is he is a Jew charged by the Romans with collecting taxes from fellow Jews – an odious enough profession – but he consorts with Romans who are Gentile. This makes him lower than low. Indeed, not only is his work abhorrent, he is breaking Jewish purity codes. He is an anathema to his people.

Then again, perhaps this is precisely why Matthew doesn’t think twice when Jesus says, “Follow me.” This Jesus eats with ‘tax collectors and other sinners,’ which made him an abomination in the sight of the Pharisees. The acceptance of Jesus probably restored in Matthew a sense of worth and belonging. Hmm, I think I’m beginning to understand. Even so, the question is yet to be answered: Just how inclusive is the inclusivity of Jesus? Well, in this morning’s gospel passage, we find out. There are two stories – one of a little girl and one of a woman – who need healing.

The little girl, the daughter of one of the leaders of the synagogue, is reported to have died. Jesus got up and immediately followed the man, no doubt one of the very ones who had previously chided Jesus for eating with tax collectors and sinners. Never mind. Jesus follows him anyway. As he was on his way, a woman came up behind him and touched the fringe of his cloak.

Now, not only was a Jewish woman not to touch a man, but this particular woman had a hemorrhage that had lasted for twelve long years. There were very strict purity codes about this in ancient Israel – in fact, this is still true among the Hassidim. I’m certain that this is the reason that the woman, desperate for a cure, thought to herself, “If only I touch his cloak, I will be made well.” Jesus turned, and seeing her, said, “ . . .your faith has made you well,” and she was instantly cured. He went on from there to move past the ridicule from the crowd and cure the daughter of the religious leader.

At this point, Matthew must be scratching his head and asking himself, “Okay, he accepted me, but this is just a bit much. Where does it end? How inclusive is the inclusivity of Jesus?” Indeed, there are many Christians, many of whom are Anglicans, who are asking that same question. In your bulletin is an insert about an online fundraising drive I’m helping to coordinate in order to raise funds to make sure that Bishop Gene Robinson is safe while at Lambeth.

Let me make one thing very clear: ALL bishops are invited to Lambeth. Gene Robinson was intentionally DIS-invited to Lambeth. It is thought that his presence will present a problem for his brother bishops – you know, the Princes of the Church, the very Body of Christ, which is supposed to embody and model the inclusive love of God in Christ.

Gene is going anyway, to follow Jesus and sit at the gate and witness to the inclusive love which he knows in Christ Jesus. That has angered some people – enough that some are beginning to make very real death threats, serious enough that experts have determined that this presents a legitimate security risk.

Be very careful when you answer the call of Jesus to follow him. His inclusive love for absolutely everyone will either make you angry enough to threaten the life of others whom you don’t feel are worthy of God’s love, or, if you take a stand with Jesus, it may make others so angry they’ll want to kill you.

Which begs the question: Why? How can this be so for Christians? Why are we not able to follow the all-inclusive love of Jesus? Why are there limits on our ability to follow the new commandment he gave us to “Love one another as I have loved you”? I have a theory, which came to me as I watched one of my all-time favorite movies, “The Mission.”

The story takes place in South America during the Spanish and Portuguese conquests of that continent. Robert De Niro plays a hot-blooded slave trader named Mendoza, who kills his brother in a sword duel for a woman. In remorse, he decides to follow Jesus, and joins the Jesuit priesthood as his penance. You may chuckle, but I know more than a few priests who are working off their penance in this way. Trust me – you wouldn’t like them any more than they like themselves – or others.

Which gets to my point. Mendoza, the murderer, now the repentant atoning, priest, follows the Jesuits back to South America, where he once kidnapped men and sold them into the slave trade. He straps a one hundred pound bundle of junk on his back as his self-imposed penance for his crime. As he travels the steep mountainside, it seems clear that Mendoza will tumble to his death if he does not let go of his burden. One of the Jesuits hacks the cords that bind him to his burden, but Mendoza cannot accept his release and ventures down the cliff to retrieve it.

It is only once he reaches the top, amongst the very people he once hunted and enslaved, that one of them cuts the cord that ties him to his guilt. The scene of that bundle, filled with self-imposed guilt and self-hatred and remorse careening down the side of the cliff is one which makes me weep every time I see it. That it is one of the very ones he enslaved who sets him free makes that scene all the more powerful.

The guilt and remorse which Mendoza carried around was understandable. It was also self-imposed. If he were following Jesus he would know that God wants mercy not sacrifice. Mendoza did not understand that God had already forgiven him his sins. It was he who could not forgive himself. Certainly, the ones he had enslaved forgave him. That is was they who cut him free from his burdens is one of the images of Christ I hold dear in my heart.

I think we all walk around with invisible, hundred pound sacks of junk on our backs. Further, I think it is this self-imposed burden which prevents us from accepting the unlimited, boundless, unconditional, inclusive love of God in Christ for ourselves as well as for others whom we deem to be even more unworthy than ourselves.

When you profess to follow Jesus, be very careful. You will not have to write on the blackboard a hundred times, “I am unworthy.” Jesus told us that our names are written in the palm of God’s hand. You will not have to walk a hundred miles on your knees to repent of your sins. Jesus already did that when he walked the path toward Calvary. Neither will you have to be a slave to your past. Jesus broke the bonds of death and hell in his death and resurrection for us.

When you profess to follow Jesus, be very careful. He will lead you to places you never thought you’d go. He will lead you to deep places in the inner recesses of your soul to find the self-love and forgiveness you thought unimaginable. He will also lead you to places of love and forgiveness for others and into the unconditional love of God which is life-giving. You only need touch but the hem of his garment to be healed. You only need to reach out your hand and put your hand in his to find the place of new life.

And that, dear friends, is the place of the peace of God which passes all human understanding. Amen.

Minns moves base to Diocese of Newark


Gay Bishop vs. Straight Bishop
Saturday, Jun. 07, 2008
By DAVID VAN BIEMA
Times Nation

The first bishop married his gay partner in New Hampshire this weekend. The second bishop will be settling into a new house with his wife in a New Jersey suburb, chosen so that he can shuttle more easily between conservative churches opposed to the first one's theology and lifestyle.

Bishop V. Gene Robinson of the Episcopal Church USA and Bishop Martyn Minns of the Anglican Church of Nigeria are the twin bookends of the current struggle within the worldwide Anglican Communion. Fallen bookends, one might add, insofar as they are the only two Anglican bishops so far to be dis-invited from the Communion's once-a-decade Lambeth Conference this July by the Archbishop of Canterbury, Rowan Williams.

The tall, British-born Minns, 65, got the boot because he led a batch of U.S. Episcopal congregations, including the one where he was church rector, out of Episcopalianism and into the authority of the Anglican archdiocese of Nigeria — primarily out of dismay that Episcopalianism had elected the openly-gay Robinson to be the bishop of New Hampshire. And Robinson, 61, a chatty, gray-haired Kentuckian who once said he looked forward to being a "June bride," was blackballed from Lambeth, (which will convene in Canterbury), because Williams felt that the Episcopal church in the U.S. had made him a bishop in the teeth of advice by the Anglican leadership not to engage in such a divisive move.

So where does that leave the two antagonists this summer? In each case, the present is about family and the near future about religious politicking. Robinson got hitched Saturday to his partner of 20 years, Mark Andrew, at St. Paul's Episcopal church in Concord, N.H. in a civil union presided over by a justice of the peace, according to the Concord Monitor. In a recent essay he says he regretted the June bride remark, noting that he should have made a more sober statement about the longing of gays and lesbians to celebrate their own "faithful, monogamous, lifelong-intentioned, holy vows," the kind of sentiment he also expressed in his recent book In the Eye of the Storm: Pulled to the Center by God.

Minns, meanwhile, is spending his weekend in Morristown, N.J, where he moved last month. His five children, ages 42 to 25, are all out of the house, although he quipped to TIME that with 12 grandchildren "I'm following the Abrahamic covenent" that promised multiple offspring to God's people. The move from his original base in Virginia, he says, was necessitated by a need to find "a good place near an airport," since his Convocation of Anglicans in North America, originally a handful of Virginia Episcopal congregations that embraced the authority of Nigeria's ultraconservative Archbishop Peter Akinola has now grown to 65 congregations spread country-wide.

On Monday, Minns will jump on a plane for Jerusalem to help prepare a meeting of conservative Anglican bishops in two weeks called the Global Anglican Future Conference (GAFCon) that he claims will attract Anglican bishops from 27 countries.

It is distinctly possible that the GAFcon meeting will determine what actually happens at July's much larger Lambeth Conference, which may see bishops from 160 countries in attendance. That is because, as Robinson put it to TIME recently, Lambeth "is designed not to be productive in the conventional sense." Although long heralded as the potential Armageddon where opposing bishops could finally duke out a position on sexuality and biblical fidelity, Lambeth's planners intentionally left out any opportunity to produce a concluding statement, apparently turning the meeting into a toothless series of conversations.

One of the few things that might shift it could be the goading from the bishops gathered at GAFCon. Although observers have accused conservatives like Akinola of trying to force an Anglican schism, Minns, who acknowledges occasionally polishing Akinola's prose, says "schism will not happen." Instead, he predicts a Communion "realignment" with the conservatives as the new center, possibly catalyzed by the articulation in Jerusalem of a "new revised version of 'this is who we are''" featuring traditionalist positions on Christ's divinity, his virgin birth, and a conventional understanding of marriage." Asked whether such a statement could prove exclusionary to liberal Anglicans, he said, "it will be up to the American Church to see whether it wants to be part of that or not. "

Or, to the entire Lambeth conference to chew over a month later.

It is clear that Robinson, for one, wishes he had not been excluded from Lambeth. He will be present in Canterbury as the meeting is held; and on two evenings his fellow American bishops will invite small groups of their colleagues to "meet me, hear a bit of my story, and see that their brother bishop Gene doesn't have horns and wear a dress."

Meanwhile, as befits Minns' ambivalence about the power structure behind Lambeth, the conservative bishop plans to stay away. "I'm not invited," he says "so why go? I have a life." Yet his life will keep him in the general area. "It just so happens that I do have family in England," he says. "In Nottingham, Penzance, and the Isle of Wight. I'll be there for little bit." Just in case he's needed, one presumes.

Saturday, June 07, 2008

One day, one life

There are no coincidences.

One aphorism has it that "Coincidence" is one of the names God uses when S/he wants to remain anonymous. Another is "Serendipity." In the traditional language of the church, there is no such anonymity. We know God's name as "The Holy Spirit."

I've been thinking some Very Big Thoughts this past week.

Two of my parishioners are under the care of Hospice. Both have been told that they have 6 - 8 weeks to live. Family members are flying in from all over the map, to celebrate life, to share memories, to say their goodbyes.

I've been doing several Eucharists at home - small, intimate gatherings that are filled with paradox and emotion. In the midst of death, we celebrate life. Life is changed, not ended. It's the message at the heart of the Christian faith.

And yet, I grieve. I weep right along with the rest of the family. After six years of privileged service at St. Paul's, I have fallen in love with the people of my congregation. Oh, some of them drive me right round the bend. I suspect I do the same to them. Still, we love each other.

It's a great, wonderful, humbling mystery.

In the midst of this, I have been running the "Christmas in July" fundraising campaign to keep Bishop Gene safe at Lambeth. To date, it's been more successful than I could have asked for or imagined. We've picked up over $2,000 in the first five days.

I've also picked up some sharp criticism for doing this. Some of them are my dearest friends. The silence from others has been deafening. Their silence contains the same message as those who have been vocal:

"Why are you doing this, Elizabeth?" they ask. "How can I justify sending money to contribute to Gene's safety while there are people starving in the Sudan, there are on-going recovery efforts in China and Mynamar, and children who go to bed hungry every night in our own country? How can I justify the obscene amount of $70,000 for security for one person when perhaps he should stay home and contribute the money he would spend on security for himself to children who have been orphaned to AIDS in Africa?"

Yes, yes. I hear you. I struggled with many of the same questions before I decided to launch this campaign.

When you consider how much money will be spent, how much jet fuel will be used by bishops, primates and others traveling to Lambeth, how much paper will be used in the Market Place during the "fringe events", $70,000 seems fairly minuscule.

Someone suggested that perhaps Lambeth should be canceled and that money donated to the poor. Not a bad suggestion. However, that won't change a thing. Lambeth won't be canceled. Money will be spent, jet fuel will be consumed, an entire section of a forest will be sacrificed to the "education" of everyone on either side of the various issues that will present themselves at Lambeth.

After all is said and done, all the arguments, pro and con, made, all the people on either side of the fence satisfied that they have 'the truth', it comes down to these two questions: How much is the safety and security of one person worth? What is the value of one person's life?

I was thinking about all these things, deep in my heart, while I was planting flowers in the front yard of the rectory yesterday, my alleged day off. Well, that's the rumor, anyway. I got called out twice to tend to some pastoral situations and then gathered last night for our parish's "Movie Night."

As I tallied up the cost of potting soil, mulch, seeds and flowers, it hit me again. Would this money be better spent on Mynamar, China or Louisiana? Perhaps. I kept hearing the words from the proper preface for the Eucharistic prayers for a burial:

"Life is changed, not ended."

I also remembered a story once told by Robert Raines, the former director of Kirkridge Retreat Center, about a woman who, upon hearing that she was dying of cancer, took the money she would have spent on health care not covered by her insurance and planted daffodil bulbs on the one acre slope in the front of her house.

While she has long since left this earth, in the spring of every year, when people drive by her home, they are greeted with a riot of yellow daffodils, all competing with each other to shout "Alleluia" to the resurrection.

Robert Raines called her "A Plotter of the Resurrection." His sermon encouraged us to all to hear the words Jesus spoke to his disciples when Judas criticized the woman for anointing him with expensive oil: "The poor you will always have with you, but you do not always have me." (Jn 12:8)

And, that's when I made my decision.

It's been three and a half years since my daughter Jaime died. Some of my very dear Roman Catholic friends contributed money with a note that said, "Please use this for a Mass for the repose of her soul, or in whatever way you wish. "

Well, I knew I wouldn't spend it on a Mass. While I understand the sentiment (as an Anglo-Catholic, I really do), there is enough of a 'reformed Catholic' in my soul to have that smack just a wee bit too much of the old 'plenary indulgences' which were one of the issues of the Reformation. I suspect some of my friends knew this.

There is a rather large recess in the front yard of the rectory from where a tree once stood. It had fallen a decade or so ago during one of the storms. It has always annoyed me - a blemish on a not-so perfect-anyway lawn that served only to emphasize its imperfection.

Before my brain had thoroughly engaged, my body already knew what to do. I got up from kneeling at the flower bed and, feet and hands still dirty, and made my way over to the car to head back to "The Farm" where I had purchased the flowers.

Before I knew it, I was talking with one of the young men about trees. I told him all about my daughter and how I believe that "life is changed, not ended" and that I wanted to put that belief into action.

He asked me what was her favorite time of year. That was easy. Christmas. "Ah," he said, "then I have just the tree for you."

We chose a white spruce - perfect for the front yard and perfect to decorate with lights at Christmas. "The cones will also provide a feast for the squirrels," he assured me.

Within half and hour, two men, Lucho and Manuelo, arrived to plant the tree. Lucho was a man in his twenties. Manuelo was probably in his early 50's. I watched as Lucho respectfully did most of the 'heavy lifting'. The whole procedure took less than 20 minutes, but it was a most amazing time.

Both men treated that tree as if it were an infant they were putting to bed. They were gentle, respectful, almost reverent and prayerful as they placed her in the hole they dug. They were very careful to position her 'just so' before they cut her loose from her burlap cradle, poured nutrients around her roots, finishing off the job with enriched potting soil and mulch.

Then they soaked her with water and asked that I soak her every day for the next two days, then every other day for the rest of the summer. They might as well have been giving me instructions on how to properly feed a newborn. They obviously took great pride in their work, but somehow also communicated a love of the earth and that tree which they carried with them from their Peruvian ancestors.

The tree cost $130. It cost another $130 to have it planted. I tipped each man $10. Would that money have been better spent educating children in Belize or making sure children in Newark don't go to bed hungry?

I have no doubt.

Neither do I have an iota of guilt or shame.

The psalmist reminds us that

"One day tells its tale to another*
and one night imparts knowledge to another.

Although they have no words or language*
and their voices are not heard,

Their sound has gone out into all lands*
and their message to the ends of the world."

I believe one life also tells its tale to another. It is, therefore, important to witness, to be present. It is important to honor and respect. It is important to remember. These are things beyond price or cost.

Maslow was right - there is a hierarchy of human need. But, Jesus, thousands of years before, was way ahead of him:

There is no hierarchy of Christian generosity. We are, at our best, "Plotters of the Resurrection."

I believe in the incarnation. I believe in the resurrection. I believe in the Holy Spirit - who sometimes comes to us as 'Coincidence' or 'Serendipity' - to guide us to all truth in believing.

I do what I do in memory of all those who have lost their lives to senseless human violence, born of ignorance and prejudice.

I did what I did in memory of her.

Friday, June 06, 2008

Christmas in July Day 6


Laura, our crack Financial Coordinator just emailed me to say that, as of 12:15 PM today, the six day total for the "Christmas in July" campaign to keep Bishop Gene safe at Lambeth has reached the amazing amount of:


$ 2,805.76


Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

If you have not yet made a contribution, you may hit the "Donate" button on the top left corner of this blog, right under the Blessing from Bishop Gene. It will take you to the PayPal site where you may use your credit card to make a donation.

Checks should be made out to The Episcopal Church of St. Paul and marked "Bishop Gene" or "Christmas in July" and sent to:

200 Main Street
Chatham, NJ 07928

All personal notes to Bishop Gene will also be forwarded to him.

All money collected will be placed in a separate checking account. All contributions will be personally acknowledged and are eligible, for US Citizens, as a charitable deduction with the IRS.

If the government of your country needs a letter of acknowledgment, I will be happy to provide the necessary documentation at your instruction.

Thank you again!

Thursday, June 05, 2008

Christmas in July - Day 5


Perhaps I should be accostomed to your generosity, but I must say, I'm astounded!!

The five day total is:


$ 1,138.19 USD!!!



Thank you all so very much!

Keep those checks coming and keep hitting that PayPal button (up and to the left, right under Gene's Blessing, marked 'Donate')!

You are SUCH a blessing!

In honor of Hillary . . .a fairy tale

King Arthur and the Witch - a cautionary tale in these cautionary times.

Young King Arthur was ambushed and imprisoned by the monarch of a neighboring kingdom. The monarch could have killed him but was moved by Arthur’s youth and ideals. So, the monarch offered him his freedom, as long as he could answer a very difficult question. Arthur would have a year to figure out the answer and, if after a year, he still had no answer, he would be put to death.

The question… What do women really want? Such a question would perplex even the most knowledgeable man, and to young Arthur, it seemed an impossible query. But, since it was better than death, he accepted the monarch’s proposition to have an answer by year’s end.

He returned to his kingdom and began to poll everyone: the princess, the priests, the wise men and even the court jester. He spoke with everyone, but no one could give him a satisfactory answer.

Many people advised him to consult the old witch, for only she would have the answer.

But the price would be high; as the witch was famous throughout the kingdom for the exorbitant prices she charged.

The last day of the year arrived and Arthur had no choice but to talk to the witch. She agreed to answer the question, but he would have to agree to her price first.

The old witch wanted to marry Sir Lancelot, the most noble of the Knights of the Round Table and Arthur’s closest friend!

Young Arthur was horrified. She was hunchbacked and hideous, had only one tooth, smelled like sewage, made obscene noises, etc. He had never encountered such a repugnant creature in all his life.

He refused to force his friend to marry her and endure such a terrible burden; but Lancelot, learning of the proposal, spoke with Arthur.

He said nothing was too big of a sacrifice compared to Arthur’s life and the preservation of the Round Table.

Hence, a wedding was proclaimed, and the witch answered Arthur’s question thus:

What a woman really wants, she answered… is to be in charge of her own life.

Everyone in the kingdom instantly knew that the witch had uttered a great truth, and that Arthur’s life would be spared.

And so it was, the neighboring monarch granted Arthur his freedom, and Lancelot and the witch had a wonderful wedding.

The honeymoon hour approached and Lancelot, steeling himself for a horrific experience, entered the bedroom. But, what a sight awaited him. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen lay before him on the bed. The astounded Lancelot asked what had happened.

The beauty replied that since he had been so kind to her when she appeared as a witch, she would henceforth, be her horrible deformed self only half the time and the beautiful maiden the other half.

Which would he prefer? Beautiful during the day… or night?

Lancelot pondered the predicament. During the day, a beautiful woman to show off to his friends, but at night, in the privacy of his castle, an old witch? Or, would he prefer having a hideous witch during the day, but by night, a beautiful woman for him to enjoy wondrous intimate moments?

Noble Lancelot said that he would allow HER to make the choice herself.

Upon hearing this, she announced that she would be beautiful all the time because he had respected her enough to let her be in charge of her own life.

Now… what is the moral to this story?

The moral is… The next time you're in an airport and are tempted to purchase a "Hillary Nutcracker" - think twice. The nuts you save may be your own.

To quote Tina Fey: "Bitch is the new Black."

(Doug sent me this, but with a different moral ending. Thanks, Doug.)

Wednesday, June 04, 2008

Face Time


I don't get it.

I must get at least three or four messages a week from FaceBook with requests for people who want to be my friend.

Well, most of them are already my friends, so I don't understand the request.

Then, there are the messages from people who are friends of my friends with a note that reads, "X thinks you should be friends with Y."

Well, that's nice. That's real nice. Friendly, even, if not, well, a tad presumptuous, don't you think?

How is it that we can be "friends" in cyberspace? Being only one dimensional, it's not exactly a relational medium, even for the best of friends.

Besides, what does it mean, anyway?

Near as I can figure, it means that I get notices when someone has a cause to which they want to "invite" me to contribute. I also get "invitations" to "warm hugs," "good karma" and other very cute but confusing messages which I think are simply designed to increase web traffic to the FaceBook site.

I also get "invited" to what looks like various "affinity groups" - Anglican Bloggers, Episcopal Priests, and various efforts to get people who don't want to be on FaceBook to join FaceBook.

I don't know. I don't think it's really healthy to have too many "friends" who are Episcopal Priests. Indeed, I was advised against it by my ordaining bishop. Many of my friends have a healthy suspicion of organized religion - some of whom are my parishioners. Some of them are even Episcopal / Anglican priests. I treasure my friendship with them. They help keep me honest.

I often get a whole whack of invitations all together in one email. I 'ignore' most invitations for karma and hugs, 'reject' the invitations to become friends of friends I don't know, and 'confirm' the friends I know.

Mind you, I'm not at all certain why I do this, but never mind.

I got a message today that said, simply, "Rev'd X is really looking forward to vacation." Well, good on yer, pal. So am I. This is not exactly a news flash.

The worst moment comes when I have added the last "friend" and FaceBook has the absolute audacity to send me this message:

"You have no more friends."

I can't tell you how distressing this is. I mean, I'm old enough and have had enough therapy not to be as traumatized as I was in high school when I was not invited to sit at the same lunch table with all the 'cool kids'.

Even so, it's a rude thing to say, don't you think?

NOT "No more NEW friends," which would be okay. No, it's "No more friends."

I'm depressed for oh, one maybe two whole minutes after reading that.

Now, for the most part, nothing else happens after this.

I've checked out a few of these FaceBook pages. Folks seem to write lots of very personal, very revealing things on these very public places, with no way to control the messages and comments.

I mean, there was that FaceBook by a certain very high priced "escort" who had a certain, um, "relationship" with a certain NY Governor. That didn't work out so well for either of them, as I recall.

Then again, who am I to talk? I have this blog where I sometimes share very personal, very revealing things. But, then again, it's MY Blog. And, I have control over the messages left here.

Here's what it looks like to me: FaceBook is an alternative to people who don't want to have a personal blog, per se, or to be on or have to manage a listserv, which is replaced by these 'affinity groups'.

Is that right?

Someone help me out here. I'm not exactly a 'techno-Neanderthal, but I don't get it.

What's it all about, Alfi?

Tuesday, June 03, 2008

Wednesday Morning Sports Report


My mentor - Pedro Martinez


The newest pitching star of the Newark Bears
Elizabeth "Soup Bone" Kaeton

A Confirmation Love Letter


Houses of Rocks and Houses of Sand (Matthew 7:21-29)
Pentecost III Proper IV – June 1, 2008 – The Episcopal Church of St. Paul
(the Rev’d Dr.) Elizabeth Kaeton, rector and pastor

Today is the long awaited day. For a year and a half, the young adults in our Confirmation Class have been preparing for this day to finally arrive. At four o’clock this afternoon, at the Cathedral of Trinity and St. Philip in Newark, nine of our finest will receive the Sacramental Rite of Confirmation. They are: Elizabeth Ann Cooper, Gabi Crowley, Robert Christopher Halliday, Tara Michelle Hanley, Courtney Ann Johnson, Gibson Dominick Oakley, Emily Katherine Pletchan, Taylor Michelle Rea, Jeffrey James San Filippo.

Jesus has some powerful words for you this morning. The particular gospel passage comes toward the end of the instruction Jesus is giving his disciples about what it means to be a follower of his words. He has said to them, “Judge not, that you be not judged. .. first take the log out of your eye and then you will see clearly to take the speck out of your brother’s eye.” And, “Ask, and it will be given to you; seek and you will find it; knock and the door will be open.” And, “Enter by the narrow gate . . . for the gate is narrow and the way is hard, that leads to life, and those that find it are few.”

Finally, he says the words we hear in this morning’s gospel reading, “Everyone then who hears these words of mine and acts on them will be like a wise man who built his house on rock. The rain fell, the floods came, and the winds blew and beat on that house, but it did not fall, because it had been founded on rock. And everyone who hears these words of mine and does not act on them will be like a foolish man who built his house on sand.”

With the exception of Gibson, I did not baptize you, so you did not receive a Baptismal Love Letter from me, the way all children baptized in this church do. I hope you think of this as your Confirmation Love Letter. I have some things I want to say to you, to build on these words of Jesus, that I’d like to think you may consider from time to time as you take your place as young adults in the church and in the world.

We have had a very full year and a half together. We’ve talked of many things: from the symbolic architecture of the church, the meaning of the vestments and Eucharistic vessels, the Sacraments and Sacramental Rites, the history of the church, and how the Creeds came to be. You’ve even written your own creed – the statement of what you believe about God and Jesus, the Holy Spirit and the Church – which we will read together this morning.

We’ve also talked about important issues of growing up and the various situations of temptation in which you might find yourself – from shoplifting to human sexuality, dating and drugs – and how it is that we who are Christians who happen to be Episcopalians and members of the world wide Anglican Communion might come to make a moral decision.

We’ve discussed and disagreed, had opportunities to serve the community, had moments of embarrassment and others of absolute brilliance and worked hard at car washes and spaghetti suppers to earn money for the mission trip this summer.

This afternoon, you will take the vows that were once made for you at baptism, when you were just a wee babe, for yourself. In doing so, it will be one of the first public acts of the beginning of your young adulthood – a time when you state publicly what it is you believe, the values you have, the things that are important to you.

Tim and I have tried to provide you with a firm foundation on which to build your Christian faith and life. We have attempted to build on the foundation your parents and grandparents, and the rest of your family members, have given you. You have chosen sponsors or godparents, people to whom you can turn in the future, should the questions of life become more complex and confusing and complicated than you anticipated and you need some help figuring out what to do or what to say or what to think or believe.

All these are part of the cornerstones of building your own house on rock rather than sand. Before you can know where you are going, it’s important to know where you come from and take stock of where you’ve been. Your family and the things you’ve learned from Tim and me will help you put this cornerstone into place.

Before you head off on the great voyage of your life, it’s important to know what you believe and what are the ultimate values of your life. Your church family, which is the Body of Christ, the Incarnation of Jesus, is another cornerstone of your own, personal household of faith. Whether you come to agree or disagree with them, what you have learned from them will shape and form you, for good or for ill, and help determine – by presence or absence – what it is you ultimately, finally become as an adult.

Finally, it is good that you have chosen a mentor in your godparents. We all need mentors and guides. Even Tim and I have them, as do your parents. Mentors and guides are the third cornerstone of a house built on rock. No one of us can ever have the answers. No one of us can ever see the whole picture. We all need people in our lives who can help us see beyond here and now, and can provide advice and guidance along the way. It is the wise person who is strong enough to know s/he is weak and ask for help. Never forget that. The weakest person is often the one who thinks s/he is strong and does not need any one. The neediest person is often the very one who does not know s/he is in need.

These three cornerstones are the rocks on which you are building your own, personal household of faith: family, faith, mentors. If you tend to these three rocks, when the storms of life come, as they always have and always will, you will be ready for them. If you don’t tend to these three, then your life will be built on a house of sand, and the storms of life will become the difficult and dangerous task of trying to live on shifting sand. Eventually, life may even blow you far from your moorings. If that happens – and, it has happened, even to the best of us – just remember what you’ve learned as you rebuild your life: family, faith and mentors – and Jesus will take care of the rest.

You will get lots of advice over the years – some of it good and some of it not so good. As Jesus says, the path to being a Christian is narrow and the way is hard. A lot of the not so good advice will come from people who think themselves very religious. There is an old saying that the difference between religion and spirituality is that religion is for those who
think there’s a hell and are afraid that they will end up there and spiritual people have already been to hell and back and are not as afraid. I hope you will find people in church, and in your life, who are religious and deeply spiritual. You may want to seek them out, as you may find that both are the best guides and mentors in life.

But of all of them, Jesus, who has been to hell and back, will give you the best advice. Some if it you heard just this morning. I hope you take them with you, for you may find that they will serve you well over the years ahead: “Judge not, that you be not judged. . . first take the log out of your eye and then you will see clearly to take the speck out of your brother’s eye.” And, “Ask, and it will be given to you; seek and you will find it; knock and the door will be open.”

Finally, he says the words we hear in this morning’s gospel reading. I hope you take these words of Jesus as your personal meditation for your life as a young adult Christian: “Everyone then who hears these words of mine and acts on them will be like a wise man who built his house on rock. And everyone who hears these words of mine and does not act on them will be like a foolish man who built his house on sand.”

Amen.

I'm still exhausted (Am I getting old?)


This was a HUGE weekend.

It started with a visit from our wonderful friends from California - "Dr. Gail" a dear friend whom we first met in Baltimore who was here with her son, Lucho, for the 20th Anniversary of her graduation from Princeton. I can hardly believe she was a brand new, first year medical (MD/MPH) student/intern at Johns Hopkins when I first met her. They arrived late Thursday night and it was a joyful, if not very sleepy, reunion.

The w/e continued with the ballgame at the Newark Bears Stadium on Friday night, which brought us home around midnight.

Early Saturday morning, Gail and Lucho left for the festivities at Princeton while Ms. Conroy and I left to pick up Mackie and Abby so their parents could have a party in their new home.

On Sunday, there was the 8 and 10 AM Eucharist, a special event for the nine young people who were to be confirmed at 3 PM that same day at the Cathedral of Trinity and St. Philip in Newark. In between, we (foolishly?) took the kiddos to breakfast at Angie's, our very favorite diner in town.

It was, as you can see from the pictures, constant motion.

Pancakes were eaten. Juice was consumed. No one was hurt.

Mackie and Abby left Sunday afternoon.

Gail and Lucho left after lunch this afternoon.

I LOVED, LOVED, LOVED every minute of this w/e.

And, it's Tuesday and I'm still exhausted.

Oh, dear. Am I getting old?

On one level, we all are, aren't we? I mean, every day, it's inescapable, isn't it? We're all getting old.

They say that youth is wasted on the young.

I say, energy is wasted on the young.

Letters to Lambeth


By day two of the "Christmas in July" Fundraising Campaign for Gene's Safety at Lambeth, we've already gotten $500 in donations from PayPal alone (too early for checks to arrive at the church). Thank you and bless you!

Here's another way you can participate at Lambeth.


Please join in Letters to Lambeth, a web based way for Anglicans around the world to tell their faith story as part of the Communion's Listening Process.

From the Windsor Report forward we have heard calls for what is called "The Listening Process," a process is intended to invoke a deep, Communion-wide attentiveness to the lives of lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender (LGBT) people.

Moving the listening process forward requires opening the process to participation by individual Anglicans around the world. To this end, we invite you to tell this faith story through the Letters to Lambeth website. Now we have a web based way for LGBT people, their allies, friends and families to tell these faith stories. Through Letters to Lambeth, you can tell your unique and important story of how your life and faith have been enriched by being LGBT or by having LGBT people in your family, as a friend, or in your church.

Each author can choose to send either:

• a public letter which will be posted at the Letters to Lambeth website and may be read aloud during an evening program of the Lambeth Fringe Festival during the Lambeth Conference in Canterbury England; or

• A private letter which will be sent directly to the Director of the Listening Program at the Anglican Communion.

Either a public or private letter may be signed with a "pen name" to protect the safety of the author.

Those who can safely do so may send a photograph me at editor@letterstolambeth.org and I will include the photo with their letter. This photo could be of themselves or of their neighborhood or town or of a scene that helps explain their faith story.

We will also accept photographs of artwork, poetry, a selection from a play, audio or video for use in Letters to Lambeth. These contributions might be especially useful in the Lambeth Fringe Festival event we are developing to help tell the stories of LGBT Anglicans around the world.

Please help circulate this invitation so we can reach out and include as many people as possible in the Letters to Lambeth Listening Process.

Thanks for your consideration and assistance.