Carmen

Earlier today, I had an extremely real-world experience; I attended Carmen McCall’s funeral at St Nicholas (Holy Moly). And sang. And cried. And hugged. And laughed.

It was… pretty amazing.

Carmen was a feisty older lady who in the last couple of years had major, major health problems. She had lived in Indiana and was very involved in volunteer work – especially in the area of AIDS and also at senior citizen homes. Her son is gay, and she always found the time to care for his friends and hug them, especially when they were lonely or hurting.

She loved animals, especially owls. When I first met her, she was using a walker to get around, and toting an oxygen tank in its carry-basket, and sported an owl rescue group’s sticker on the front bar. She had a real thing for wild socks, and one of the kids in the congregation always compared socks with her.

She was a gallant, plucky, forthright lady and she had emphysema and lung cancer, and she never had a self-pitying word for herself, and always had compassion and a cheerful word or hug for anybody in trouble.

She had a lust for life that would not quit, but she knew the end was coming – she was in church a week ago, and I sat next to her at Adult Ed (it was a discussion of King David). She was much as usual, participating in her normal way, with her walker in the middle of everyone.

She had long talks with several people – with a young woman who hasn’t been around in a while, telling her how nice it was to see her, and how much she’d missed her. And she told Douglas that she’d liked his solo on an arrangement of “Amazing Grace” so much, she wanted him to sing it at her funeral. He was only a little disconcerted, because we’ve all known how hard she’d fought the cancer. She was looking good the last couple of months, after a move to a place where she got good care and also she got her hair done and had help with her laundry. She looked really nice on Sunday.

And Monday night, very late, she died suddenly, so that’s why we celebrated her life today.

The church wasn’t full, but it was comfortably peopled. We in the choir had gotten the news on Tuesday or Wednesday, in time to rehearse a piece we’ve done once before that we thought would be a nice anthem -a warm and melodic modern thing called “The Peace of God.”

Lots of people seemed to be friends of Albert’s – handsome young men in pairs, and singles too, all in decent, decorous black or deep charcoal grey. Because of course, a lot of them have probably been to a lot of funerals. But they were there for Carmen and for Albert, and seemed like really nice people. There were also some people that were former neighbors of Carmen’s, and also some people that might have been from one of the nursing homes she’s volunteered at, or lived at.

We sang our hearts out. Douglas sang “Amazing Grace” and got through it, but you could hear more quaver in his fine, light tenor voice. Which really worked, you know. It was sweet.

The Gospel was an unusual one for a funeral; Stephen had chosen the reading about the Samaritan woman at her well, who meets Jesus and is converted, and immediately goes to tell everyone in the town about the man who told her everything she had ever done. It was another one of the interactive readings that Stephen has tried, and it really worked in this context – he had Valerie read the part of Jesus, and Douglas read the part of the Samaritan woman. And we in the congregation spoke as the townspeople, who heard the Gospel and immediately wanted to tell others.

That was what Carmen was like, except she evangelized with socks and hugs and cheerful words of encouragement.

Father Stephen gave a short “homilette”(his word, he’s a little goofy like that ) about Carmen’s life and how she came to St Nicholas, and then Albert spoke, and then anyone could speak. There were a lot of good, happy stories about Carmen and her funny ways. Most people really knew her well, but I didn’t. I’d been feeling regret that I didn’t spend more time with her, and that I didn’t let her know about the owl that visited our street a few weeks back, so I stood up and talked about that,and how the dog and the owl barked and hooted at each other, and how much I wished that I’d told her about it. And that if the owl comes back, I’ll know Carmen is there.

It was just a silly thought, but afterwards people came up to me and told me how much they’d liked what I’d said. And I told several speakers how much their words had moved me.

The final hymn was one from the new hymnal (it’s actually a Catholic hymnal) that Carmen had liked a lot – she’d been known to get up and dance when it was sung,with her walker and all. So Stephen announced this fact before the dismissal, and invited everyone to move or dance. And then when the music started, Stephen started dancing, rather gravely and gracefully, in his chausuble, and we sang louder and started moving in the choir pews, and then the other priests (we actually had 5 in attendance – Carmen touched a lot of lives) got pulled to their feet by Stephen,and they started moving around, decorously and with visible glee, to honor Carmen’s spirit and to express their happiness for her release, and her reward. The lines of the chorus had a bouncy “arm in arm” motif, which led to a kind of do-si-do move. Everyone was smiling, and singing, and laughing, and kind of not wanting the music to end.

I almost shouted “one more time” after the third verse, but thought better of it.

Afterwards, as Carmen LOVED potlucks, there was a feast of goodies. The prayer blanket we helped to make for Carmen was there, which made me sad when I saw it out in the lobby with the things displayed there that she’d loved, because we took a long time to get around to making it and getting it to her. But she had it for a few weeks, and liked it a lot. So I took it to the leader of that team, Donna, and said “Would you like to set a place for Carmen and put this over a chair for her?”

And so we did, hugging and laughing about her. Draped the blanket, set her picture at the head of one of the tables, and then someone else went and got the urn she was in… yes, and brought it to the table, and people sat down at all of the tables around, and we sat with Carmen and remarked about how nice she looked in her photo, and how pretty the urn was.

Carmen’s birthday is November 19, so there were two birthday cakes for her  – one of them a big sheet cake with a funny cartoon owl on it. And from a local bakery, a delicacy called a “krumkakke” in the shape of a pumpkin.

She would have loved it.

Several of us talked about loved ones we’d lost, and told stories the way you do about the funny oddities of death, and the aftermath. I told the one about Mom wearing blue velvet, and Nancy (Bill’s wife, I don’t know her well) told one about hiking up to her dad’s favorite spot to scatter his ashes, only to realize that in Real Life, mud happens. And that there’s no graceful or risk-free way of scattering someone unless you get to do it from a plane or a boat or an overlook, with the wind at your back.

Carmen will be going to be near her sister in Indiana. We hope to see Albert again soon – in fact, there were a lot of people who hadn’t been around in a while, and there was much happy greeting and catching up. It was a good sendoff, and a sign of this was that people were enjoying themselves too much to want to leave right away.

It was nice.

I think everyone there left feeling that they needed to lead their lives more like Carmen led hers – with head held high and hope never failing, and with compassion for other people… and a drawer full of funny socks.

[tags]Episcopal, hope, courage, socks[/tags]

Traveling Along in Second Life

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Here I am, playing some sort of gamelan (described as an “elven samong” or some such) in a little pavilion in an area called.. “Qoheloth.” It’s a pretty place where people have set up pavilions with information about world religions, and there’s an entire mosque with a Stargate on top – that works, because I saw someone come through it. But unless you’re flying when you come through, you fall from the roof to the ground in front of the door, which is an ungraceful way to arrive for Friday prayers. In the same area are smaller pavilions for Jainism, Hindusm, Christianity, Shinto, Buddhism (several kinds) and other world pavilions. After wandering around the pavilions and some places that are set up for large meetings or possibly group therapy (I kid you not) I got into this little Japanese-like building that had a photo of a woman and her birth and death dates… and inside, were these beautiful instruments that you could play.

It amazes me what some people have been able to create “here.”

I’ve befriended several people, David included, and I’ve already determined that I like it better than he does… because I’m more open to interacting and playing here. I’m undecided whether I want to start an entire new categoryfor Second Life, or keep this somewhere between geeking out and traveling. In a way, it’s both.

I found my way to this area because a woman I met by chance mentioned that there was a scavenger hunt for penguins, with a prize. So what the heck, I started from the beginning (it’s spread across three “worlds” or lands or islands or whatever, which seemed to be sort of vacation-land residential. It starts at a place called “The Cove” which seems to be a beach-party type bar, and continues into the other areas. All of which are pretty interesting to explore. And the penguins! They’re well hidden! Sometimes… underwater.

Then a friend I met at the Anglican Cathedral offered to teleport me somewhere… looked like a lingerie shop, but whatever, and we chatted and went someplace else, and met the owner of a shopping mall thing…. who demonstrated how things work and how to create simple objects. He had a steampunk kind of look and the most clever animation – when “inworld” typing in a chat box, your avatar figure stands there typing away in empty air. This guy had a little old fashioned typewriter that popped up whenever he typed, and a cane… and he hadn’t bothered to make himself young and perfect (or bizarrely fantastical). He was portly, had a white goatee, and looked like a very cool cyberdude. And he offers this thing called… “camping.” For some reason, in some locations, if you sit or pose in a special chair or location, you get paid “play money” called “Lindens” for 15 minutes or so of sitting. I guess they like their areas to look populated? It’s odd.. currently I’m holding a broom and “sweeping.”

But I’m done with that now… and I has 12 fake moneys to prove it.

UPDATE:More wandering around. This time, I made a clay pot and went parachuting at “Newbie Doo,” a nice place to pick up free stuff. Caution, there’s a nightclub nearby with some adult “pose ball” animations. It looked like a fun haunted house until I spotted an X-rated pose out in front, so Gawd only knows what was inside the nightclub.

All of this sounds incredibly sad and pointless, but when you’re “inworld,” it’s not. Aside from the crap and crass $$$ money stuff, it’s very absorbing looking around and talking to people. And some of the things I’ve seen are beautiful.

12 Things To Do In Second Life…

12 Things To Do In Second Life That Aren’t Embarrassing If Your Priest Or Rabbi Finds Out – Digital Life Blog – InformationWeek

I get frustrated hearing people talk about how Second Life isn’t entertaining, or it’s only useful for advertising to “freaks,” “furries, ageplay perverts and prank-loving adolescents.” I finally decided to put together a list of things to do in Second Life, as a resource for people curious about the game, and also as something I can point to next time I read one of those misguided attacks.I don’t really blame the people who think there’s nothing to do in Second Life. One of the areas where Second Life is weakest is in introducing newcomers to the world. The user interface is confusing, and, worse, once you’ve got that mastered, it’s hard to figure out what to do. The newbie is confronted with an array of cybersex areas, online casinos, and sleazy make-money-fast schemes. But once you get past that initial barrier, you’ll find plenty of things to do in Second Life.

David and I logged into Second Life a few nights ago (my first time ever, his second) to look around after watching the recent episode of CSI that featured the online world. We’re clearly newcomers; still wearing pretty lame default outfits, trying to tweak details of appearance, and spending a lot of time “inworld” trying to figure out what to do, how to get around, and what’s worth seeing and what’s worth ignoring.

I actually spent an enjoyable hour or two last night exploring the Anglican Cathedral, and currently I seem to be in the Botanical Gardens as a default area. I got into several blingity-bling areas selling bits of virtual stuff to wear or carry around or build stuff with and was totally put off by the merch-mindedness of some areas. Also, I’ve probably set myself up to get spammed, because I tried to take a survey to make inworld “money,” but got bored after 20 minutes of “you’re almost done, here’s the next 20 pages of the advertising/spammy survey to click on.

I definitely don’t like the shopping areas… I’m not a shopper in real life, and although my Second Life self is a lot easier to fit for clothes and accessories, I won’t become a fashionista real soon. Although black leather dress boots would be pretty cool to have…

Right, right. Even though I did pick up a couple of cute things in the freebie place I visited before. I had to escape to someplace without flashy-blinky weirdness.

Interacting with people has been interesting; I mostly feel comfortable saying hello and chatting with female avatars, and avoid the hunky male avatars unless the conversation is general.

Unless, of course, the avatar is the one that belongs to my husband David, and then interacting is just fine.

We even found a pretty Japanese garden, complete with music and private hot tub/onsen. And had fun at some place callled Meteora, where NOAA has weather balloons and hurricane hunter-jets you can ride. And flying is pretty fun, once you start to get the hang of it.

David’s kind of frustrated, but I’m interested enough to keep looking around. I had a kind of funny experience earlier this evening: I took a gondola for a ride in the Botanical Gardens, and as I went along, I saw someone was walking along under the water, so I said “Need a ride?” and he jumped into the boat. Picturesque, but spoiled because he asked if I had a “stash” in the boat, made some vaguely piratical comments, and jumped out without a word.

Maybe I’ll take David for a ride, though. That would be fun.

[tags]Second Life, Anglican, virtual[/tags]

The Amazing Gay Clergy Race

Apparently, the world will soon implode, because two major interests of mine are combining as one.

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Amazing Race on CBS.com – Bios – Kate & Pat”>The Amazing Race on CBS.com – Bios – Kate & Pat

TEAM 11
Kate & Pat
Married MinistersKate: Thousand Oaks, CA
49, Episcopal Priest

Pat: Thousand Oaks, CA
65, Ordained Deacon

Kate and Pat dated for seven years before tying the knot three years ago. These well traveled Episcopal clergy are ready for the adventure of lifetime-but don’t let the collars fool you-they can play dirty too.

Kate is an Episcopal priest and has one grown son. She claims that the biggest difference between herself and Pat is that she avoids conflict while Pat dives right in. Kate describes herself as passionate and sarcastic while Pat says she is persistent and dependable.

Pat is a vocational deacon in the Episcopal Church and her ministry in the community is to people with disabilities. She is also the mother of two sons and grandmother of three. Pat’s biggest pet peeve about Kate is that she constantly misjudges her time, an issue that could surely cause problems on the Race.

Both are out to prove that they are not afraid to compete with anyone and they are extremely confident that their years of experience will help them combat the physical prowess of the younger Teams.

Oh boy! The Episcopalian blogosphere is going to be spinning like a top!

Bad Bishop of Harare: Removed, or Poaching?

That “bad bishop of Harare” guy has been in the news again, and it seems like the Province of Central Africa really would like to be rid of him, and sees right through his motives for hollering about teh evul homosexxuls in order to deflect criticism of his very corrupt lifestyle and actions. But it gets even more interesting, as The Lead reports from an article in the Living Church:

The Lead

Despite the removal of the two bishops, recovery of diocesan property is not assured. On Oct. 21, a Zimbabwe court declined to issue an emergency injunction on behalf of the province that would have forced Bishop Kunonga, an ally of Zimbabwe dictator Robert Mugabe, to turn over the diocesan assets. Bishop Kunonga told the state-owned Harare Herald newspaper he would fight the province for control of church property. He was quoted saying thediocese was seeking to align with the Anglican Church of Kenya, a statement that could not be confirmed with the Kenyan Church in Nairobi.

Bishop Kunonga has also gone on the offensive,writing to discontented clergy in other dioceses seeking to split them off from their bishops. In an Oct. 11 letter sent to a Botswana parish and reviewed by The Living Church,Bishop Kunonga urged the congregation to write to Bishop Chama saying it was joining Harare in leaving the province

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Apparently, if the strategery works, keep using it. These guys must be passing around a very tattered “Sekrit Planz 4 Takeover Teh Piscopul Cherch: No Liberrrls r Homosexxulls Evar” manual for ecclesiastic domination.

HULK’S PUNY HUMAN HANGS UP THE OVERSIZED KEYBOARD

HULK’S DIARY THAT IS ON THE INTERNET

Hello. Kevin Church here. If you didn’t know, I’m the guy who helps Hulk write this diary and it’s pretty obvious that old Jade Jaws isn’t going to update any time in the foreseeable future.First of all, I’d like to apologize to the fans that (still) come back to check things for not making this post earlier. I’d also like to thank them for their continued support of this silly little project. I do notice that this site still gets hundreds of hits each day, and am very sorry that there’s not been new content.

I’m not ruling out the possibility that Hulk may one day grab me by the shoulders and point me towards the keyboard, but it’s looking unlikely at this time.

Well, darn. But I’d like to know if he ever got a kitten. Hulk is a caring kind of guy.

Chicago’s Next Episcopal Bishop… real soon now

Coverage of the events leading up to the election of the next bishop of Chicago is starting to pick up,

The next Episcopal bishop… — chicagotribune.com

Next week, the eight finalists for bishop of the Episcopal Diocese of Chicago meet their potential flock at a series of gatherings throughout the region:

St. Mark’s in Glen Ellyn on Tuesday;
Church of the Redeemer in Elgin on Wednesday;
Church of the Holy Spirit in Lake Forest on Thursday;
Church of the Transfiguration in Palos Park on Oct. 26;
St. Edmund’s in Chicago on Oct. 27, and
St. Luke’s in Dixon on Oct. 28.

The slate of nominees reflects the changing face of the nation’s Episcopal church, with three women and two Africans among those running. Before this election, no woman had been nominated for Episcopal bishop of Chicago.

Tribune religion reporters Margaret Ramirez and Manya A. Brachear compiled information on the eight nominees from personal statements and interviews with Episcopal scholars. The election will be held Nov. 10 at the diocese’s annual convention in Wheeling. The new bishop will succeed Bishop William Persell, who has led the diocese since 1999.

Okay, as an Episcopalian in the Diocese of Chicago, I definitely have a dog in this hunt. I’m not a delegate or an alternate, but I do have a slight amount of familiarity with a couple of people mentioned in the article.

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First of all, Bishop William Persell, or Bill, as he’s usually known. He’s a kind and warm fellow who has led the diocese through some rather difficult years while dealing with health issues. He came to Holy Innocents a couple of years ago to address us as we tried to figure out what the next step was. He was supportive, and impressed with what we were trying to do with so little in the way of manpower and resources. It bothers me a lot that many of the people at Holy Innocents haven’t made it over to St Nicholas after the merger – even the ones that were the most in favor of the move – but a lot of the seeds of what we’re still doing now were planted at the time Bishop Bill met with us. We haven’t let him down, we’re still trying to feed the hungry and reach out to people in spiritual need, and offer a radical welcome.

After this meeting, +Bill and his lovely wife Nancy went to lunch with the Bishop’s Committee at a nearby restaurant with an aircraft theme near Schaumburg Field, a suburban airport. It was a pleasant time and we all enjoyed the discussions, but I also remember he deplored the actions of conservative bishops, who refused table fellowship with him, and with other Episcopal bishops who had voted in favor of +Gene Robinson’s election as bishop of New Hampshire. He warned against exclusivity and urged inclusivity in the church. He remains on cordial terms with some local priests who have chosen to leave the Episcopal church and align with Anglican bishops from other countries, because that’s the kind of guy he is.

The Trib story goes on to add some interesting details about each of the candidates.

Alvin C. Johnson, current rector of St Michael’s in Barrington

Critical issues facing the church: “The critical issue facing our Church is this: We are becoming less effective at reaching people who are spiritually hungry. … In facing this challenge, we are to embrace the critical role of the parish church in deepening the faith of people. The most important place for the abundance of our resources is the front lines of parish life where Jesus meets the people.”

Odds: Observers read the late nomination of this “hometown favorite son” as a sign some in the diocese don’t want an outsider.

Of the candidates, Father Al is the only one I’ve met. He’s a perfectly nice guy, from a perfectly nice parish that’s overflowing with people and families and has multiple priests and multiple services and lots of nice music. And after I moved to the Chicago Suburbs, I was actively looking for a church to replace my previous “church home” in Seattle… and I went to Al’s church at least 6 or 7 times and was greeted by him several times.

And you know, I was never once invited downstairs to coffee hour, or engaged in conversation, because there were so many other people milling about and I was just another face in the crowd. I tried other Episcopal churches all over the Northwest suburbs and beyond, and almost always it was the same – I was just another face in the crowd. I told myself at the time that if I had small children in tow, they would have glommed onto me. But I don’t, and they didn’t. There were only two larger churches that I visited where I was made welcome and invited to coffee and spoke with friendly people, but they were both very far away. In the end, I came to Holy Innocents after we moved to this village, and was welcomed there with open arms. And now at St Nicholas, we probably offer TOO MUCH of an open-armed welcome, but that’s from overflowing enthusiasm as much as small-church self-preservation.

So for Father Al, my experience of his front lines were not what they could be, even though I really liked the church itself, and especially the liturgy and the music. They were the only other relatively High Church outfit in the area… but nobody would talk to me, and it was always so crowded (although they’ve expanded since then) and parking was a *bitch.*

I don’t know about this “some in the diocese don’t want an outsider” statement. Who are these “some?” The story I heard was that Father Al was disappointed that he didn’t make the final cut after the application process closed, and so used the open nomination process instead. From the same source I heard that the Diocese of Chicago historically has always sought bishops from elsewhere. So I don’t count Father Al’s odds as quite as high as all that, but still pretty high because he’s a nice fellow who’s well liked.

Rev. Tracey Lind

Critical issues facing the church: “In my life and ministry, I do everything in my power to find unity within diversity. However, when we grapple with complex issues — race, class, ethnicity, gender, sexuality, religious pluralism, multiculturalism, the environment, globalism, and all the other challenges that face the Episcopal Church, the Anglican Communion, and the rest of the world — I know that unity is not always possible.”

Odds: Lind has credentials, pedigree and a Midwestern advantage that matters. But because of her same-sex partner, her election would not be approved by the wider church.

Dean Tracey presents a thorny problem. If homosexuality were not the Number One issue that it is in the church, she’d be the hot favorite in this race for the purple. It’s not an issue for me, but it is for a lot of people. If she were elected, there would be trouble as well as joy. I’m really torn. On the one hand, we’ve sort of promised not to elect or sustain gay bishops (“those whose manner of life,” etc etc really ought to include divorced priests).

On the other hand, conservative bishops are getting ready to depart anyway, attempting to take one or more entire dioceses with them. And the conservative African bishops aren’t adhering to the Windsor process of refraining from poaching across provincial lines, either.

If we elect her, are we handing conservatives a weapon, or purging ourselves of all the unpleasantness? There are signs that the larger Anglican communion – beyond the loudest voices braying on and on about homosexuality while ignoring poverty and corruption in their own dioceses – really doesn’t disapprove enough of the issue to wish to break with us. And now some dioceses in Canada are starting to approve amendments in favor of blessings for gay couples, and California too. In spite of all the horn-blowing by the conservatives and their mouthpieces… there is movement.

I just don’t know. Odds on Dean Lind are tricky. I think she’ll get a lot of clergy votes, and a healthy chunk of lay votes, but maybe as a courtesy, to show support for gay clergy and bishops generally, and then people will switch their votes to another favorite. She’s the person I would vote for, if I were a delegate, even knowing that it would cause problems, because I think she would inspire us. But then I wouldn’t want to put her through what +Gene has gone through, either.

Rev. Timothy B. Safford

Critical issues facing the church: “As important as the issues consuming all of the attention in The Episcopal Church and the Anglican Communion [are], it is taking too much time and attention away from building our parishes and missions. We may disappear before the Anglican Communion settles on whether we belong.”

“The Episcopal Church is right to be dedicated to the ‘One’ campaign and the Millennium Development Goals … but we need to understand [development goals] locally applied to the city of Chicago, to the struggles of the suburbs, and the crises in the rural areas.”

Odds: Genuine, energetic and visionary, Safford is considered to be among the front-runners. But he’s not a warm and fuzzy kind of guy. Clergy might prefer a more nurturing boss.

I like his focus, but wonder at why the Trib reporters chose to describe him as “not a warm and fuzzy kind of guy.”

Rev. Canon Robert K. Koomson

Critical issues facing the church: “The critical issue facing our church today is the issue of human sexuality and its resultant outrage, which has brought about the split within the church.” He suggests exercising restraint, studying the Bible, and fasting and abstinence.

Odds: If evangelism is a priority in Chicago, his vocation could play to two key constituencies — those who see evangelism as a way to move forward and those who see it as a way to get more people in the pews.

Well…first of all, he’s 66. Second of all, he’s quasi-local because he teaches at Seabury-Western, which is where he probably came to the attention of people thought his stance provided some kind of balance in this liberal diocese. Restraint is becoming a keyword for “no new gay bishops, nor priests neither.” Abstinence is not a word heard often in this diocese up to this point, and strikes a rather troubling note, also. To me, it implies abstinence only for that segment of the laity and clergy that can’t currently marry the people they love. I think this fellow is a worthy candidate, but I think he’s there to placate a certain constituency that has already made its showy and well-publicized exit.

Rev. Petero A.N. Sabune

Critical issues facing the church: “When love fails, then we become ‘Balkanized’ into separate little groupings of race, orientation, economic class. But when we come to the altar to receive, there is no altar rail for different groups. We all are part of the same body of Christ. … It will be the task of the bishop to continue the tradition of action, while at the same time, admit those places where we have failed, including growing our congregations.”

Odds: A charismatic leader, Sabune emits a joyful energy. But his commitment to the margins of the church and full inclusion might be viewed as too progressive for Chicago.

Wait a minute. “Too progressive?” Who have these reporters been talking to? Most of the suburban clergy I’ve met are pretty much in the moderate-to-progressive camp, some more progressive than others. There’s a vocal and quite small minority that seems pretty well aligned with the “Windsor Bishop” point of view, mostly clergy based (and I expect they run their vestries, rather than the other way around). Most of the city clergy I’ve met are pretty progressive too. And even some of the rural clergy and laity I’ve met don’t have much time or energy or funds to waste on exclusion vs. inclusion, although some are certainly troubled if they don’t already have familiarity with friends or family who are gay. In my experience, in this diocese the most troubled parishes and mission parishes end up with gay or gay-friendly clergy, because they can’t afford to pay full rate, and some of the gay clergy will take what they can get (ie., fractional parishes) and work part-time. And then the parishes either turn around, or come to some kind of agreement like we did and merge. It’s the ones that turn around that are the success stories, and in a few years we’re fixing to be a success story, too. So don’t count this guy out just because he’s progressive, because he sounds like an exciting and inspiring leader.

Rev. Margaret R. Rose

Critical issues facing the church: “The critical issue facing our church today is our fear of institutional annihilation and the focus on survival at any cost. Too often in the well-meaning desire for church growth, we lose sight of why it is we want to grow. … The question to ask ourselves in parishes is not how to survive, but rather, how can we be better disciples?”

Odds: Rose grasps the need to conquer racism and sexism in the church. But her feminist take on Scripture is controversial. A Southern transplant to the Northeast, she also risks being labeled “just another East Coast elitist.”

And just so you know, her manner of life may well present a problem to the wider church, because she separated from her husband a few years ago, and divorce makes the baby Jebus cry. Take that, all you divorced ultra-conservative clergy and bishops crying about “manner of life.”

I like what she has to say about why it is we want to grow. We’re struggling with how to be better disciples, too, in the hopes that others will want to join with us in that struggle. I’m not that into the feminist principle in theology, either – it’s interesting and thought-provoking, and I believe that women had MUCH MUCH more presence and power in the early church.

In fact, I’d venture a guess that it was women who saved Christianity in the days of the persecutions – wealthy women and poor women, who wanted something better for their families to believe and who were inspired by Christ’s example and His apostles’ preaching. Mary Magdalene had much more of a role in evangelizing and telling the stories of the life of Jesus, too. And I think that the fathers of the church, like Paul, actively worked to put women in a more and more subservient and dependent role. I’m not crazy, though, with reassigning God’s gender.

Rev. Jeffrey D. Lee

Critical issues facing the church: “Among the important issues facing the Episcopal Church of course, none is more polarizing than the current debates around sexuality, and like many of us I’ve had to practice my own discernment about what it means to lead a church in which there are strongly held, sometimes radically divergent views about those debates. The first task for a leader, as I’ve said, is to listen. … Listening isn’t all there is to leadership though. Central to the task of good leadership is self-definition. I try to make my own position around controversial issues as clear as I can and to do so as un-anxiously as possible. I make it clear that I don’t expect everyone to agree with me, but as a leader I have a duty to articulate my own understanding of what God may be calling the church to do.”

Odds: Viewed as a front-runner from the start, Lee’s education, career track and northern Indiana roots best fit the Chicago model, which makes observers wonder whether Johnson’s late entry will split votes. Lee is also considered a caretaker of clergy.

Again, who are these “observers?” I agree he sounds like a guy who could both listen and lead, useful qualities in a bishop who may see one or two more parishes decamp for African oversight. Yet he doesn’t sound like the sort of listener who practices a masterful inactivity as a kind of holding action until the most conservative either die off, loosen up, or move away to a more conservative diocese. He’s from the Seattle area and some of his sermons are online, and he seems to get a lot of appreciative chuckles when he preaches. Also, he was one of the candidates for bishop of Olympia, and he’s really into full-body baptism and full-bore catechism. He’s going to love our font, which is a fountain that empties into a large stainless steel wading pool (if he gets elected, that is). He seems like a pretty good pick, and will probably will be popular with the clergy in the first ballot or so at least.

Rev. Jane S. Gould

Critical issues facing the church: “As the 21st Century breaks, our church faces declining membership, aging people and properties, and divisions over the interpretation of scripture. To address these and a multitude of other issues, we need to re-imagine church. … Christ calls us always to ‘do a new thing’; he invites us into transformation because always, when we truly encounter ‘the other,’ we are changed, and God’s glory is revealed.”

Odds: With Stanford schooling and ministry in Massachusetts, Gould could lose Chicago points. But her engagement of Kenyan priests in the U.S. has impressed many.

Kind of a long shot, I admit, but we’re not really that provincial here in needing “Chicago points,” are we? But then, I moved here from the West Coast, remember.  I like what she has to say here and respect that she was able to deal with conflict within her parish, but I don’t see how well that will translate to clergy care and being “the boss” downtown.

It’ll come down to how well they present themselves in the “walkabouts.” The diocese has updated the search website with some resources for electors, and I see there is now a response to the House of Bishop’s statement reaffirming GC2006’s Resolution B033. There’s background and general hoo-ha on B033 in comments from Father Jake’s.

I heard today that one of the resolutions put forward for the diocesan convention to consider is a call to rescind B033… that would be a response I’d support, because I think the way it was rammed through stinks, stank, stunk. The thought was apparently “we have to be more accomodating of the conservative view,” but since then? Cross-boarder poaching, and humiliations galore. I don’t know about the rest of the diocese, but I’m tired of reading quotes by African and American conservatives repeating bizarre talking points and outright lies about how the American Episcopal Church is no longer Christian, or biblically grounded, or is actually Satanic.

There’s no reasoning with literalists, I suppose.