I was too busy to mark an important anniversary last week. I officially became Episcopalian on September 19, 1982 at Trinity Church, St. Louis, MO.
I've been attending Episcopal churches since Easter 1979. Here are some of the churches I either joined or frequented in all of those years.
Young long-haired art student lapsed Texas Methodist me was very surprised, and very pleased, to hear Kierkegaard quoted from the pulpit here for the first time in my religious life. I had no idea that clergy could talk to people as if they were adults up until that time.
No picture to be found, but I was a regular at Christ Church in Richmond, Kentucky when I taught at Berea College. I found out that I had two relatives who went to that famously radical college that charges no tuition and was founded by abolitionists in the middle of a slave state to serve black and white together.
I take tremendous satisfaction in knowing that this church founded by Clement Clarke Moore sits halfway between the old Westside piers and the Stonewall bar, on Hudson Street right off Christopher, in the middle of historic New York gaydom. It also sits at the end of Grove Street, two blocks from where Thomas Paine died.
I am still happy after all these years to be part of a church that is happy to have the likes of me, and to make me welcome in a community that over time included George Washington, Sojourner Truth, King Kamehameha IV, Fiorello LaGuardia, Fred Astaire, Amelia Bloomer, Cecil B. DeMille, Eleanor Roosevelt, WH Auden, Phillip K. Dick, and Edward Albee (I don't know, but I like to think Margaret "I'm a Christian you fuckers!" Cho might be among us or at least with us). Above all, I am overjoyed that this church found the courage and grace to make Gene Robinson and Mary Glasspool, both openly gay like me, bishops of the Church, leaders of the community. The Episcopal Church willingly took upon itself the scorn, and even the hatred, that my kind have always endured. I will always be grateful and I will never forget.
Ring Dem Bells!
I'm too busy with college shit to go to church this morning. Everything comes marked URGENT! with flashing lights, buzzers, sirens, and with a note that says "Get this in the right order with the right form or we kill the hostages!"
I miss church
So, here is something properly Anglican if not quite entirely Episcopalian; Kings College Choir sings a beautiful old Pentecost favorite harmonized by Ralph Vaughn Williams.