Mama don't let your boys grow up to be professional football players

I live in a town where football reigns!  The fall start up of our local university brings with it many fans for the "home team."  Parking, already a premium in our area, becomes nearly impossible during home football games, and I have a reserved parking place!  I find it particularly annoying that on Sunday mornings I often have to have a car towed from my reserved space in a parking lot that is designated as Church Parking.

Football is something I've grown up with; each of my brothers play on our High School Team (at different times due to their ages), and my family enjoyed watching games together on TV and the occasional treat of being in the local stadium.  But more and more, I have noticed that professional sports seem to have taken on a new dimension!  Of course, I view this with the lens of an Episcopal priest--so there is a bias in my comments.  I've joked a few times about "the other god"--the one who is worshiped from the stands.  How I'd love to see folks flock to church like that on Sunday morning.

Then, today comes a story on NPR that I found particularly disturbing: http://www.npr.org/2013/07/10/200402513/football-needs-a-guardian-not-a-ceo
"Football needs a Guardian, not a CEO."  According to this piece, since the Superbowl earlier this year, 29 professional football players have been arrested.  This saddens the heart.

I think I'm giving up football for the future.  It's time we stop glorifying these so called "superstars!"  I'm not seeing them as very good roll models for our young people.  Sports can teach young people many good skills, but we really need some better examples.  There are some really great players out there I know--and we need to hear more stories about them.  It's too bad that 29 of them give them a bad rap.  

Sundays will find me in church, worshiping God.  The only pigskin I might remotely get close to is a bag of fried pork skins on my low carb diet!  :)  If you have a son or a daughter considering professional sports, help them think through this.  Can we salvage sports, or are we just in for more of the same?

Then of course, there are always goats ...

Julian of Norwich

Here is a good read on Julian of Norwich; today is her feast day, which explains why I've wanted hazelnuts all day! :)
http://jerichosdaughter.blogspot.com/

Amish Reading

     In the latest issue of "The Christian Century" I was surprised and delighted to see Valarie Weaver-Zercher's article "Chaste romance." The premise of her article is about Amish fiction and its rise in popularity over the past several years.  Surprised, because it caught me off guard--seems as if the Amish are every where.  Delighted because I think it speaks to a hunger in American life.
   Weaver-Zercher's new book Thrill of the Chaste:  The Allure of Amish Romance Novels, has recently been published by the Johns Hopkins University Press.  She spent a great deal of time and study researching the popularity of the rise of Amish romance.  I hope to read her book in the future.  
     I discovered the author Beverly Lewis while in seminary.  She is one of the more popular authors and has written a number of books over the years.  ( You can read about her at http://www.beverlylewis.com.)  Personally, the reading was pure escapism; my brain could only hold so much theology!  It was intriguing to read about the Amish--the simplicity of their lives embedded in "romance" stories.  While it provided entertainment and reading that was quite different from my theological studies, I do admit that it also opened up new avenues in my life.  
    To be fair, I've also read a book or two by Julia Spencer-Fleming (my favorite was In the Bleak Midwinter) and the exciting life of her main character, the Rev. Clare Fergusson ( and yes, she did serve a St. Alban's just like me!)  But I've returned again and again to Lewis' books because there is a hunger deep within, not so much for the romance, but a simplicity of life and a place where one can find something that doesn't involve violence.  Yes, peacefulness is desired.  With the rise in popularity of reality TV programming (I'm not a TV fan), there is still something to be said for ficition.
     While the books provide entertainment, they have led me to an exploration of Anabaptism, along with my Anglican/Episcopal roots.  Anabaptists are as diverse as any other Christian group; but I find the commitment to peace and justice issues very compelling--they are a gentle people.  Presently I am slowly reading John Howard Yoder's The Politics of Jesus.  This is no Amish romance book.  I am finding Yoder's book a challenge at many levels.  I'm not sure that I would have stumbled across this book if I had not first been exposed to authors like  Beverly Lewis.
     Happy reading!
     

The Great Fifty Days of Easter

The Monday after Easter was a welcome rest for me from the hectic pace of Holy Week.  Life as a priest falls into certain rhythms, and Easter Monday provided some time to be home savoring the blessedness of our Parish Life.  I've read with great interest about the Amish and Easter Monday; it is not the time spent hunting bargains or half-priced candy.  Amish businesses are closed and the Amish spend the day visiting with family and friends.

In the Anglican tradition, my family is celebrating the Great Fifty Days of Easter.  It was St. Augustine who said, "We are an Easter people and Alleluia is our song."  Each day, we look for joy, and signs of resurrection all around us (although as I pen these words, it is rainy and chilly and winter seems to be hanging on!) Perhaps your family (however you are configured) would like to celebrate these Great Fifty Days, too.  They begin with the Great Vigil of Easter and continue until the Feast of Pentecost (following the liturgical calendar)  Here is a website, while Roman Catholic in its orientation, may give you some food for thought!

http://wau.org/resources/article/re6_family_50_days_easter

Enjoy!

Next year following Easter Sunday, the Day of Resurrection, I think I'll take a cue from the Amish, and instead of just resting, or catching up on duties I didn't get done during Holy Week, I'll take Easter Monday and visit--with family and friends.  It will be a nice addition to our Fifty Day celebration.

Blessed Eastertide!

The Pope of Hope...

     Yesterday's announcement of a new Pope caught me off guard.  The early morning news reports suggested that it might be as late as Monday of next week before white smoke would rise over Vatican City.  A quick chance glance at Facebook changed my afternoon: HABEMUS PAPEM !!!!  White smoke!
      Several folks gathered around my computer, watching a Live Stream of news from far away--waiting as we so often find ourselves doing in this life.  Waiting for word of the new Pope, finally unveiled--Cardinal Jorge Mario Bergoglio, from Argentina--presented to the world.  He chose the name Francis I.  At first, I spectulated it was taken for St. Francis Xavier--a Jesuit--same order as the new Pope.  But as day turned into night in my setting, I learned he chosen his name for Francis of Assisi.  And I went to bed feeling hopeful!
    The Pope of Hope, I've dubbed him!  I haven't listened to news today or crused the internet.  Instead, I've focused on his first few acts--the choosing of his name and his asking for a blessing from the people. Deep humility?  O, I so hope! Francis of Assisi was a reformer who wanted to bring the people back to the joy of knowing Jesus.  May his name sake bring about reform in our day.  May there be dialog among people of many denominations and faiths.
      Last evening, the Parish where I serve as an Associate, and our local Methodist church gathered together for an already scheduled service of Eucharistic sharing--Episcopals and Methodists linked together by the Wesley brothers (who never stopped being Anglican priests, I hasten to add!).  Yet, we were all struck by the events of the day and recognized in the end, we are all united in Christ.
     This being Lent, I feeling a little like I want to do Stations of the Cross this Friday.  Our parish does not have Stations except for Good Friday.  In the Spirit of Francis of Assisi, and Francis I, I may join in our local Catholic church this Friday--to walk the pilgrim way.
           Our prayers are with you, Francis I.  Peace and all good!

They call themselves covered Christians . . .

'...any woman who prays or prophesies with her head unveiled disgraces her head—it is one and the same thing as having her head shaved. ⁶For if a woman will not veil herself, then she should cut off her hair; but if it is disgraceful for a woman to have her hair cut off or to be shaved, she should wear a veil. '  From I Corinthians 11

Many years ago, I fancied myself with a veil; I had longed to be a sister with All Saints Sisters of the Poor http://www.asspconvent.org/.  A very wise Mother Superior suggested that I receive a college education before returning to convent life--and, as the saying goes, the rest is history.  I met and married a wonderful man,  adopted a beautiful daughterafter many struggles to have children and later became an Episcopal priest.  Many years later, my beloved All Saints' Sisters left the Episcopal Church for Rome http://catholicreview.org/article/life/10-episcopal-nuns-in-archdiocese-of-baltimore-to-join-catholic-church, which is a profound loss for the Anglican communion!  But I've thought about that veil for a long time.

The lessons and love learned in the Catonsville setting never left me, and I recall the desire to wear a veil continued long after the reality of being a sister left.  For years, I wrestled with the length of my hair--the only Bible my husband ever quoted me was that "it is disgraceful for a women to have her hair cut," sweet man that he is!

For several years now, I have studied Headcoverings--I've read countless blogs, articles, and studied numerous documents and paintings.  And I have noticed an amazing number of Christian woman who post on line who are also intrigued by headcovering--and many who do.  Mennonites, Amish , Hutterites and some other Christian women wear a variety of prayer caps.  There are many good websites that may be consulted for patterns.  At one point in my walk with the Episcopal Church, hats and chapel veils were popular.  But for many reasons, hats and chapel veils are rarely a part of the wardrobe.  This history of Headcoverings is a fascinating study. 

Wearing a biretta at a Tea in Meridian, MS

As a priest, I do not cover my head-- and I am not likely to, unless I wear a biretta http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Biretta.  I often do wear a headband or barrette. And as you can see from a few pictures, I've donned a hat or two in my ministry!   But I continue to find myself drawn to headcovering for some strange reason.  I am so grateful for the women in my life who do "cover" and for those who allow me to be a part of their lives. For many, it is out of deep religious conviction that they cover; they are women of faith--albeit different from my own--yet we share a common bond in Christ Jesus.  I'll continue to read and explore and listen!  God is always inviting us!

My Fruit of the Spirit Hat from a preaching series
on the Fruits of the Spirit

"Veiled" at Vacation Bible School

2013 is inching its way toward us--talk of falling off the fiscal cliff continues; we lived through the Mayan Calendar discussion (and the end of the Twinkie!).  Christmas day has come and gone, and Christmastide is well under way.  2013--a new beginning.  St. Benedict said, "Always we begin again."

Again this year, I invite you to choose a companion to travel with you in the New Year.  I have selected two--Julian of Norwich and Thomas Merton.  The life of a priest is often filled with busyness and doing; my soul longs for a more contemplative approach to my work.  I hope you, too, will choose companions to learn something about them, to learn something from them, to learn ...

In 2013 I continue my quest with the Anabaptist tradition, too.  Thinking of Plain dress--modesty--living more simply; living more deeply.  I am grateful for the many blessings in my life that come from such an eclectic mix of friendships.

May you 2013 be filled with exploration, peace, love and joy.  As we begin again...