Seasons of the Spirit: Advent-Christmas-Epiphany (Issue 26)

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SPIRIT S A I N T S T E P H E N ’ S E P I S C O PA L C H U R C H

ADVENT/CHRISTMAS/EPIPHANY | WINTER 2017

It’s time! I need you NOW! W

hen Cherry called me to say that she was suddenly in labor with our first child and needed me to come home NOW, she had to give a message to a member of the altar guild, because I was lining up a wedding procession at the cathedral where I worked. My heart started racing; this was the moment I had been waiting for!

The seasons of Advent, Christmas, and Epiphany invite me to slow down and pay attention in this way, to notice the sanctity of things that perhaps have become routine, to find holiness in hidden places (a stable, not a crowded inn, for example), and to ponder the possibility that the light and joy we seek has actually just been sleeping within us, waiting to be awakened by our renewed, loving attention to the people in our lives.

But of course, the bride and groom were in a different world – this was the moment THEY had been waiting By Gary D. Jones for, too, and they had no idea what was on the little sheet of paper that the lady from the altar guild had handed me. I knew what I had to do, though. I gave the organist the high sign several minutes early, circling my finger in the air to signal, “Let’s get a move on!” and I proceeded to perform the fastest wedding of my career, probably the fastest wedding in the history of the cathedral. For Cherry, things were coming fast, too. So fast that she gave up on my being there for her and, between contractions, made her way with difficulty to our backyard neighbors’ house (their line was busy), and our friends there were happy to drive her to the hospital. That was the next message I got, as I got out of my vestments and skipped the wedding photographs: Cherry was on her way to the hospital. That made me mad. That was MY job! But I ran to my car and got there as soon as I could, finding Cherry already settled into a room with a nurse caring for her, something I should have been doing all this time. Over 32 years of ordained ministry, this sort of thing has happened a lot. I have been late or missed certain things with Cherry and our children, owing to my role as a parish priest. I think this is one of the reasons the Roman Catholic Church doesn’t like to have their clergy married–the idea that you can be “father” of a congregation or of a family, but not both. Respectfully, I disagree. Sure, my wife and children wish I could have been present or on time for an event now and then, but they were not emotionally scarred by my tardiness or absence. They understood. And my congregations have always been unwaveringly supportive of my excusing myself, whenever possible, to be with my family. I think my roles as husband and father have made me a better parish priest, and vice versa. Now, however, our children are grown; it’s just the two of us at home. And recently, Cherry had to have surgery on her shoulder. She is a fiercely independent person, but the first days after surgery, Cherry needed me to help with the most basic things. I needed to tie her shoes, put in her earrings (“Doesn’t that hurt?!” I cringed. “No,” she smiled), wash her hair over the sink, and help her get her contacts in. I even learned how to use one of those round styling brushes to fix her hair. The first attempt wasn’t very successful, but I understood the process better the second time and even took a photo to send the children. I’m not such a bad stylist, after all. I’ve loved every minute of it. We’ve been married for over 36 years, but this is the first time I’ve had the privilege of serving Cherry in this way. The intimate particularity of it all, the day-to-dayness of it, the menial nature of some of it (like tying shoes), and the newness of other parts (like inserting earrings and hairstyling)...what must surely be dull routine for her is strangely moving for me. And then going on a walk around the neighborhood together somehow takes on a new aura.

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I remember the altar guild member discreetly handing me that slip of paper with the message from Cherry that I needed to get home NOW, as if it happened yesterday. I remember that lickity-split wedding, too, and the disappointment that it wasn’t fast enough. But things have been different this time around, with Cherry’s surgery. Over a period of several days, I was late to some meetings at church. I overlooked some emails, and I even missed some appointments entirely. And I wouldn’t change a thing. In fact, as Cherry held still one morning, while I was silently slipping in an earring (and secretly admiring the styling job I did on her hair the night before), I thought, surely this is how God loves us, with this kind of silent, intimate particularity, in a quiet wordlessness, when we can hear the preciousness of each other’s breathing, and we can be singularly and affectionately focused on loving and being loved. We say it every year, but I’m feeling it more personally this time, that the seasons of Advent, Christmas, and Epiphany, for Christians, are less about presents than they are about presence, which is the greatest gift we can give each other. This can be an unusually soulful time of year, especially if we make a point of stepping off the treadmill, setting aside the numbing alcohol now and then, and pondering what it all means: God enters the particularity of human life in Jesus, so that we can step into the particularity of loving and serving each other. ✤

in this issue: Naming the darkness Christmas Eve in a diner Advent, Christmas, Epiphany in the atrium Two mission trips offered for youth The Café is open! A new offering in our food pantry: choice What does it mean to be ready for kindergarten? For the person who has everything Advent, Christmas, Epiphany calendar Heads up: December 24 schedule is different Speakers and concerts coming in 2018 Faith and art: a book study

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