Thank you for your support

At our May BC meeting, we found that contributions to St. Antony’s were about the same as last year at this time. This video contains my thanks for all who support our parish.

Our Building Consecration

On November 12, Bishop Rickel led us in a glorious consecration service. After the many months of waiting for the occupancy of our building, the consecration brought all our hard work, anxiety, and waiting to completion. The service began outside under the eaves as our guitarists led us in a joyful song with an extra verse written by Mark Westin. Bishop Rickel pounded on the front door of the church with his heavy wooden crozier and said, “Let the doors be opened!” We streamed in, singing, “Christ is made the sure foundation,” one of the great foundational hymns of the Episcopal Church.

Using copious amounts of incense, our Bishop traversed the church, blessing the font, the lectern, and the piano. He sprinkled us with holy water, saying, “Remember your baptism!” It was a light and joyful moment.

After the lessons, he gave us this advice about the building in his sermon: “Wear it out!” Sarah Rogers thanked the many people who made the building possible, and then Bishop Greg anointed the altar. As the music from our newly blessed piano built in waves and crescendos, the Bishop poured olive oil in a large ‘X’ on the top of the altar. Using large motions, he made the sign of the cross in the oil and spread the oil all over the altar with clean towels. Then he washed the altar with soapy water and dried it using more towels. It was a powerful action. Bishop Rickel then celebrated the Holy Eucharist on our freshly-blessed altar.

Among our guests were neighboring Episcopal clergy, who offered a tongue-in-cheek blessing, promising “not to covet” our new roof that doesn’t leak, our unblemished rugs, and our freshly paved parking lot. Also present were members of New Fellowship Church, the two previous Vicars of St. Antony’s, and our architect, Steve Rice.

Afterward we stayed for an elegant and generous reception of cheeses, crackers, meats, fruit and wine. It was a fitting end to a glorious evening. My thanks to all who made this evening such a memorable occasion.

Sabbatical Journal: Time with Katy

Sabbatical Journal: Time with Family

Part of the plan for my sabbatical was to spend some quality time with my family. As many clergy families know, the clergy spouse and family are often left behind when the clergy person gets too busy. So part of my sabbatical was meant to visit my family and reconnect with Katy.

In the last week and a half of my sabbatical, I stayed home and spent time with Katy. We went camping at Dungeness State Park, went to a play at Bremerton Community Theater, dined out several times, listened to some good local musicians, accomplished some household tasks together (like cleaning out the tool shed), went to church together at Kitsap Unitarian Universalist Fellowship, and generally enjoyed our time together. Katy’s on a break between teaching terms at South Puget Sound Community College, so we both had some free time.

Having time together was good for us. It allowed us to just hang out together and enjoy each other, and it renewed our bond with each other. 

Sabbatical Journal: Visit to Christ Episcopal Church, Tacoma

i’ve heard good things about the music and liturgy at Christ Episcopal Church in Tacoma, so I decided to attend there for the last Sunday of my sabbatical.

I arrived about fifteen minutes early, but the choir was still practicing, so I waited in the narthex with some nicely dressed parishioners.

The building is unique. It’s composed of a towering cement shell that wraps around the worship space in a sweeping curve. In the rear of the nave is a set of towering organ pipes, with the organist and the choir beneath them. Christ Church is well known for its excellent music and rightly so.

The organist is an elegant retired musician with a fine command of the instrument. The liturgical space is so resonant with the curving cement walls that the organ and choir easily dominate the service. Although the congregation sang well, the swell of the choir’s voices behind us strongly reinforced the singing and filled the space.

There was a good deal of music in the service, some of it composed by the music staff of the parish. As a singer, I appreciated the music because it was well done and it added to the depth and meaning of the scripture texts. 

On the other hand, the visual experience is somewhat jarring. The raw cement walls of the nave are not easy to look at for an hour.

The altar party consisted of the tall woman priest (the celebrant), a male priest (the preacher), and four adult male assistants. They showed great dignity and reverence in their movements and added a great deal to the service.

In some resonant spaces, it’s hard to hear the spoken word clearly, but the sound system here was excellent, and those speaking could be clearly heard. The preacher, a retired professor of religion, spoke slowly and clearly so that his words were easily heard.

The sermon was crisp and well thought out, on a difficult Gospel text. Jesus says that his followers must hate their families and carry the cross if they are to be his disciples. The preacher carefully explained the context of Jesus’ words. He said that in Jesus’ time, your family was your only social support group and your means of survival. To follow Jesus meant to give up the security of your family. On the other hand, it was a means of liberation from suffocating family restrictions, but there was a risk, the risk of going into an unknown future.

He then told the story of Dietrich Bonhoeffer, a German Lutheran Pastor who resisted Hitler’s rise to power in the 1930s and 40s. The preacher said that Bonhoeffer’s friends advised him to flee abroad but he made the decision to stay and resist. He was eventually jailed and executed.

The preacher described how Hitler promised to restore Germany’s greatness after the humiliation of WWI; his racial hatred of Jews; and his disregard of anyone who got in his way. The preacher never mentioned the current administration, but the parallels were clear.

He concluded by saying, “ What is Christ asking us to do, when racial hatred is increasing, the homeless are brushed aside, some people can barely make a living, the environment is in crisis, and some are suffering so a wall can be built on our southern border?”

The pews were about half full. I would guess there were 80-100 people present. Most of the congregation were elderly, but a few families came in when it was time for Communion.

The organist played a lively postlude at the end of the service. Everyone stayed to listen to it, and when I left, I was whistling the melody.

I went into the parish hall for coffee afterward. There was a nice buzz, and I spoke with a woman I happen to know. 

If I lived near this church, I would gladly become a member. The excellent music and the resonant atmosphere, the great care the altar party showed, and the dignity of the liturgy would do it for me.

Sabbatical Journal: Church Visit to Kitsap Unitarian Universalist Church

Today Katy and I attended Kitsap Unitarian Universalist Fellowship in Bremerton. Katy wanted to try this church out because, as an anthropologist, she feels a kinship with Unitarian Universalists, so I agreed to accompany her.

The church building is nestled into the woods on Perry Avenue. It has a bright, airy feel to it with lots of windows facing the forest behind the pulpit. When we arrived, we were greeted with a warm hello and handed a bulletin. There was a cheerful hum of conversation as the pianist played a prelude. The piano was a newish Kawai piano with a bright, clean sound, and the pianist had a sensitive and accurate touch. For me, the music was the best part of our visit.

Today the regular minister was not present (she’s a part-time minister), so the service was led by lay ministers. There was no reading of scripture, and we sang a number of hymns with familiar tunes but altered lyrics (references to God were removed or softened). Unitarian Universalists have no creed and allow a great diversity of belief. In fact, atheists, agnostics, Jews and Buddhists are often members of UU churches.

But it was clear that they were lovely people, concerned about the world and the environment, liberal in their views and progressive in their politics. Although most were silver-haired, there were a number of young families with children. It seemed like a vibrant congregation.

The speaker today was a retired UU minister, speaking on the subject, “What does humanism mean today?” Humanism is the belief that our destiny is in our own hands, not in the hands of a supernatural power. However, our speaker admitted he was a “religious humanist,” and believes that we have experiences of the numinous, even though there is no personal Deity as he understands it. Needless to say, I disagree. For me, God is a person and my relationship to God is personal.

After the service we stayed for coffee in the foyer and several people introduced themselves to us and engaged us in conversation. One fellow invited us to their book study.

Although I missed the presence of God in the service, I did enjoy the music and the people were quite friendly and open. I’d be glad to be a part of their congregation, except that I need the Eucharist to feed my soul.

Sabbatical Journal: Six-day backpacking trip

From August 21-26 I spent six days backpacking in Olympic National Park. Every summer I try to explore a little more of the park, and this time my goal was to hike up the East Fork of the Quinault River, over Anderson Pass into the top of the Dosewallips River, then over LaCrosse Pass into the Duckabush River, and down the river to the trailhead, a distance of about 40 miles.

Although some people suggest that hiking alone is not a good idea, I like the solitude. When I backpack by myself, I don’t have anyone to care for except myself. My world is greatly simplified, and all I have to worry about is my next meal and my next camping spot. There are no phone calls, no texts, and no emails to answer. 

I’m very careful to keep myself safe. I prepare carefully, checking and double checking my gear lists before I go. I’m careful to stay on the trail system and I don’t take foolish risks. I’m an experienced backpacker, and I carry an emergency locator beacon that, when triggered, sends a distress signal to a satellite that alerts an emergency center with my exact location.

What I like about backpacking by myself is the utter simplicity of it. There’s nothing between me and nature, and so I feel in close contact with reality. I feel really alive. In this simplified world, it’s easy to feel God’s presence. God is all around. As Elizabeth Barret Browning put it in a poem,

Earth’s crammed with heaven
And every common bush afire with God,
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes.

When I go to the mountains, I feel at peace with nature, at peace with God. It’s no surprise that so many Biblical encounters with God occur in the wilderness or the desert. Moses’ encounter with the burning bush (referenced in the above poem) is the classic example.

I wrote a detailed account of my trip in my hiking blog, “Val-di-ree,” which you can find here.

Sabbatical Journal: Family time in Hood River

Our family rented a vacation home in Hood River, Oregon, for five days, so that we could have family time together without the worry of our ordinary chores. It was a two-bedroom house near downtown Hood River, a charming old-fashioned house with a private back yard and a lovely wooden gazebo with a barbecue grill.

Katy, Guy, and I were there, and Chad and Brittany flew in from Washington, DC, so we were all together. We spent our time making meals, playing board games, visiting coffee shops, and hiking nearby trails. In addition, Katy’s sister, Margo, visited us for a day and joined us in board games and dinner.

One day we hiked a couple of miles of old Highway 30, near Mosier, OR. The old highway was abandoned in 1950, but has been restored as a walking and bicycling trail. I goes through two tunnels and has sweeping views of the Columbia River below.

Another day we all drove up to Timberline Lodge on Mount Hood and enjoyed the old-time craftsmanship of the lodge, with its huge beams and timbers and hand-crafted and carved furniture. We took a short hike above the lodge and found a place in the woods for a picnic lunch.

We explored the coffee shops of Hood River, ultimately choosing Doppio Coffee on Oak Street as our favorite. Hood River has a great selection of specialty shops, restaurants, bars, and coffee shops that make it a destination town for many visitors.  We had dinner one evening at Sixth Street Bistro, a favorite for us because of their vegetarian selections and outdoor dining. We also walked along the river front and watched the kite boarders and sail boarders who take advantage of the strong winds in this part of the Columbia Gorge.

It was great to simply be together and enjoy each other. Since we don’t see Chad and Brittany very often, this was our chance to re-connect and re-establish family ties. It was an important part of my sabbatical.

Sabbatical Journal: attending newlife church

On Sunday, August 18, I attended newlife church (no capital letters) in Silverdale. I attended this church because I wanted to see how our local megachurch does worship. Newlife is a very successful Assemblies of God church with six campuses in Kitsap County that have a combined Sunday attendance of over a thousand people.

I arrived about ten minutes early and found plenty of parking space with yellow-vested parking attendants on hand. The vast lobby was filled with people, especially people in their twenties and thirties. I walked into the auditorium and was handed several papers including an offering envelope, a sheet for sermon notes, and a flyer on newlife. The auditorium is completely black except for the stage which was brightly lit with colorful abstract murals in the back and large screens on each side.

The worship team came on, consisting of three guitarists, a keyboardist who was the lead singer, a woman drummer behind a plexiglass shield, and three young women with microphones on the front of the stage. The lyrics to the songs were projected on the screens for everyone to sing, and I did see people moving their lips and occasionally lifting their hands. The din from the band was so loud I couldn’t actually hear anyone sing. There was no discernible melody to the songs but since the notes were simple steps up and down, it was easy to stumble through the songs. Frankly, the music did nothing for me. The praise team was earnest and enthusiastic, but the lyrics were bland and predictable and the noise level was just too much for me. But I think others found the music meaningful.

After 17 minutes of this, a bright young pastor bounded onto the stage and enthusiastically welcomed everyone. There were announcements, and offering baskets were passed very efficiently (you can give online or by text). Then the lead pastor, Wes Davis, took the mic to introduce his friend, Jeffrey Portman, who is also a pastor of a multi-campus church. Portman spoke for 25 minutes on “Brokenness is God’s specialty.” He asked twice, “Can anyone be too broken for God?” He answered, “No, brokenness is God’s specialty.” It seems they have substituted the word “brokenness” for “sin”, which I admit is much more appealing. Most people don’t want to call themselves sinners, but they’re willing to admit to having “brokenness” in their life.

The speaker used a number of photos on the screens, including his family and his dogs, and he told several stories of personal conversions that he had facilitated. He ended by inviting people to pray a prayer accepting Jesus as the Lord of their life. Pretty standard evangelical sermon.

Another ten minutes of praise music was followed by a pep talk by Wes Davis, promoting his next sermon series on “Jesus Apprentice,” about becoming disciples of Jesus. When he was finished, he walked off the stage and the service was over (no blessing or benediction).

I think newlife has found a successful formula for attracting young people: soft rock music, a casual and welcoming atmosphere, an appealing evangelical message, and excellent speakers and musicians. Looking through their website, I see that they often teach about “how to become a healthy and mature person and family,” a kind of self-help message, and they have many small groups and events for people to join, as well as outreach activities to help people contribute to their community. They have quite a large staff to facilitate all these activities. They’ve created a subculture of evangelical Christianity that is appealing to many.

However, I missed the sense of the holy that I get when I attend a liturgical church. The liturgy of the Prayer Book welcomes us into the presence of God with solemnity, silence, and majestic language. That’s what works for me and for others like me. I also missed the sense of participation I get in a liturgical church. Watching people perform on a stage just makes me into a spectator. I guess I’d rather be a member of a congregation participating in the hymns, responses, and in the Eucharist. Without Holy Communion, I always feel something is missing.