It
has been a few weeks since my
last
post.
I have been doing that quintessentially Fringe Episcopal Ministry
thing: traveling around telling Southside Abbey's story in hopes that
money will come our way. While we fell far short of our fund-raising
goals, we did deepen some relationships, and that is impossible to
put a price tag on. There was also a wonderful side effect, I've come
to accept that maybe
it's not so bad out there.
Earlier this
month, I was blessed to teach a class at the School of Theology at
Sewanee and preach at a parish in a Toronto suburb. I don't know what
I was really expecting either place. The last time Sewanee was
foolish or brave enough to unleash my brand of this-is-how-it-is on
their students, I was not invited back for two years. I found that
two-year-ago class utterly naïve to, or in denial of, the realities
facing the Church.
This year's
class was very receptive to my dispatches from the frontline of
missional/emergent ministry. They are aware that in the next fifteen
years 17 Trillion dollars (with a “T”) will change hands, and the
Church is pretty low on the list of where benefactors are
distributing said money. The students are aware that the Church is
shrinking, as individual churches and as a denomination. They are
aware that there are no jobs, especially for those seeking full-time
employment. Seminarians know these things and they are there,
studying to be priests anyway. They are there, giving themselves to
God in service to the Church.
A few short
days later, I found myself preaching in front of a parish in the
greater metro area of that oh-so-secular city, Toronto, Ontario. Not
only will that appearance double my fee for speaking engagements, as
I am now internationally-known – 2 x $0 is still $0 – but it also
was a great opportunity to visit a country that, by all counts is
about a generation ahead of us in terms of Church decline. Imagine my
surprise when I arrived at a worship service full of worshipers,
Canadian worshipers. I thought that everyone in Canada played soccer
on Sunday morning or something like that. Did these people not get
the message? Had they not heard that Canada was like Europe and no
one goes to Church anymore? Some very friendly Canadians informed me
that they had heard these things, but that they were there anyway.
Every week they are there, in spite of trends, projections, and
statistics. They are there, giving themselves to God in service to
the Church.
I
don't know about you, dear reader, but Lent was very long for this
writer. I needed some Resurrection in my life and this was the Holy
Spirit's gift to me this Easter Season, this Season of Resurrection.
Maybe it's not so bad out there. Maybe we just have to trust that the
Holy Spirit is right in the middle of all that is going on, as the
Holy Spirit has been since the Church began. It certainly takes a lot
of the pressure off.
This post
was
originally published on the
Episcopal
Church Foundation's Vital Practices Vital Posts
blog
on April 23, 2015. It has been reprinted here with permission.
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