It’s a Girl!


This weekend was amazing!
As my dear friend, Paul, said in an e-mail to me:

“God as BBL must be smiling and laughing with joy at this installation. Heck, God
the BBL was probably getting down with the St. Thomas AME Choir. (“I thought you knew that new member. No, I thought you knew her…”) She probably drove
away in that pinkCadillac convertible I once saw her in, the one with the “TRY
GOD” vanity plate. ”

Friday night I attended an EFM (Education for Ministry) class retreat, after leaving the key in an envelope taped to the front door for Vicki in case she arrived before I did (she did). The retreat was wonderful, did some guided imagery mediations/prayers listening to music for Zen meditations. We are an Episcopal group, but a Lutheran minister, the wife of a classmate with a lot of history with Eastern philosophies/religions (she actually still does touch healing) led us in this and Eucharist. I had the experience of encountering the Divine/God and asked what I needed to give up to best serve Him/Her. The response was surprising and I am still reeling from it: “absolutely nothing.” Now that may change (ya think?), but it was such a feeling of unconditional love!

That evening, Vicki and I had pizza and red wine and caught up. We made plans for the next day and hit the proverbial sack.

Next morning we were up at 6:30 and on the road by about 7:15. Made it to the National Cathedral in Washington, DC (and a parking space!) by 8:00 AM. On the way, happened upon one of our clergy, Doris, at a stoplight on the East-West Highway! Stood in line with a lot of people until 10 AM waiting for the Cathedral doors to open and to be seated for Katharine Jefferts Schori’s investiture. The Episcopal Women’s caucus was giving out pink buttons that said, “It’s a Girl,” and people from all over the country were chatting – many of whom were clergy who had attended the same seminary – many many of whom were women, rejoicing at this acknowledgment of equality. There is a joke that the Episcopalians have about being God’s “Frozen Chosen” because they tend to have somewhat “proper” and dignified services. Well, I found out what that meant by the time we went inside! I did not wear a coat and it was 30 degrees (actually did not realize it would be that cold.) Thank goodness Vicki lent me her scarf or I would probably have gotten pretty darn sick. By the time we could actually start walking into the Cathedral, my toes were pretty much frozen and I was walking very weirdly! (Even more than I usually do, LOL!)

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The service was amazing. It was multilingual and multicultural – began with a Native American chant and drum, liturgical dancers, and a hauntingly beautiful piece by the Cathedral choir. Then the ritual of the knock at the Cathedral door, the welcoming, the renewal of Baptismal promises – accompanied by liturgical dancers who poured water into the font – and let me not forget the St. Thomas AME Church from Philadelphia who would have made Aretha proud! There was another musical group/choir called SOL, who sang predominantly in Spanish. The service was very moving. At the end, the new Presiding Bishop gave the blessing in Spanish. A friend of Vicki\’s from Seminary, who is now in Florida getting ready to be ordained, was there with us. We went out to lunch, greeting groups of priests and episcopal nuns with high fives and whoo hooos and yippees. Had a good lunch at Ruby Tuesdays, then drove Vicki\’s friend, Susan, to a hotel in DC where her friends were. We drove back to my house, stopping on the way at a Barnes & Noble for coffee and conversation. \n

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Then home. We sat watching DVDs of the Vicar of Dibley – a PBS comedy from England starring Dawn French. We both can watch that thing 5 or 6 times and laugh even harder with more watchings!

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This morning I sang in choir for two services because it was All Saint\’s Service and Vicki came to the later one. She knows the woman who is to be our Rector, because they are both graduates of Berkley (Yale Div School) and Carol, our new Rector, goes to Yale periodically because she participates in a clergy training program in the DC area and goes to Yale to drum up support or new business or something like that.\n

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At the end of the service, I introduced Nancy and her husband Rennie to Vicki. After the service, Vicki decided to get on the road so she wouldn\’t be too late getting home to CT. We said our goodbyes at the church with a promise that Vicki would be visiting us for a short while over Thanksgiving (her sister, Kate\’s, in-laws live in Rockville, so Kate, her husband Steve and their son Andy, go there every Thanksgiving from Chicago.) I went to lunch with Nancy, Rennie, and two other couples from the choir and we actually had a blast. \n”,1] ); //–>

The service was amazing. It was multilingual and multicultural – began with a Native American chant and drum, liturgical dancers, and a hauntingly beautiful piece by the Cathedral choir. Then the ritual of the knock at the Cathedral door, the welcoming, the renewal of Baptismal promises – accompanied by liturgical dancers who poured water into the font – and let me not forget the St. Thomas AME Church from Philadelphia who would have made Aretha proud! There was another musical group/choir called SOL, who sang predominantly in Spanish. The Cathedral Choi was wonderful as were the organist and choir director. I kept thinking, my God, Nancy does all of this for us – how the hell does she do it!? She should have been there, by God!

The service was very moving. At the end, the new Presiding Bishop gave the blessing in Spanish. At the very end of the printed programme, was a poem by Dom Helder Camara, recently deceased retired Bishop from Brazil, who was and is one of my very favorite spiritual poets. I actually typed up one of his poems and framed it for my college advisor, Dr. Emory Fanning, professor emeritus at Middlebury College, to thank him for his help in my senior year. The poem was about the Judgment Day when all the artists of all kinds were before Christ to be judged and He let them all into Heaven, because they remind Him of His Father.

A friend of Vicki’s from Seminary, Susan, who is now in Florida getting ready to be ordained, was there with us. We went out to lunch, greeting groups of priests and episcopal nuns with high fives and whoo hooos and yippees. Had a good lunch at Ruby Tuesdays, then drove Vicki’s friend, Susan, to a hotel in DC where her friends were. We drove back to my house, stopping on the way at a Barnes & Noble for coffee and conversation.

Then home. We sat watching DVDs of the Vicar of Dibley – a PBS comedy from England starring Dawn French. We both can watch that thing 5 or 6 times and laugh even harder with more watchings!

Sunday morning I sang in choir for two services because it was All Saint’s Service and Vicki came to the later one. She knows the woman who is to be our Rector, because they are both graduates of Berkley (Yale Div School) and Carol, our new Rector, goes to Yale periodically because she participates in a clergy training program in the DC area and goes to Yale to drum up support or new business or something like that.

After the service, Vicki met some fellow choir members and our fearless leader and her dear husband and then decided to get on the road so she wouldn’t be too late getting home to CT. We said our goodbyes at the church with a promise that Vicki would be visiting us for a short while over Thanksgiving (her sister, Kate’s, in-laws live in Rockville, so Kate, her husband Steve and their son Andy, go there every Thanksgiving from Chicago.) I went to lunch with some fellow choir members and had a blast.
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It has been two weeks of emotional, sensory and spiritual overload and I am taking the rest of today for reflection and peace (well, at least until Dori and the grandkids come over, LOL). I have also realized that I have been projecting motives onto someone without proper evidence, if you will. I am going to just be quiet and listen to God and trust in the Divine! It\’s a good thing:)\n

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Now that things have quieted down, I am going to call first thing tomorrow for a therapist recommendation. I have not forgotton God (BBL)\’s orders!

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Much love and wishes for health and joy coming your way,

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Joan

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It has been two weeks of emotional, sensory and spiritual overload and I am going to be spending a lot time in the upcoming week reflecting on what I’ve learned, God willing.
Peace
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Author: fuguestateknits

Wife of one, mother of six, gram of five (so far) and lawyer for many young persons, I love to sing, read, knit and walk. My politics are somewhat left of Marx and I want to hear what you think, too!

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