Merry Christmas from St. Paul's Vicarage, London!Monday, December 24, 2007
Friday, December 21, 2007
The Christmas Spirit of London
The holiday season in London has been one of mixed emotions for me. It is my first Christmas away from home which is always a hard thing to get used to. I catch myself a lot thinking about "what my family and friends must being doing right now" and day-dreaming of the Sweedish meatballs, St. Olaf Christmas music, and lutifisk that are staples in my family's holiday tradition. I have come to realize that one cannot fully appreciate and cherish the holiday traditions of their family until they come into a situation where those elements are no longer the norm. I have given up trying to explain the "concept" of lefsa to the English. They simply can't percieve how somthing so sweet can go with the main meal and try to serve it as a desert. How do you get yourself to laugh on Christmas? Try getting a proper Englishman to roll a piece of lefsa at the dinner table. I promise you will be laughing for hours!
In an attempt to get myself out of the "feeling sorry for myself because I am not at home for Christmas" mood, I have specifically been looking for new traditions that the English in London cherish in their Christmas Holiday. Firstly, I have discovered the interesting cake thing called a "Mince Pie" that is the bread and butter of any English Christmas meal. English grocery chains such as Sainsbury's and Morrison's PACK their shelves with these little pies and one couldn't get away from them even if they tried. I have eaten Mince Pies at church, on the street, at school, in people's homes, before concerts, after concerts, and even for desert AFTER desert. Yes, Mince Pies are taking over Great Britian. I have yet to find out about the joys of Christmas pudding, however. Many Londoners, I have come to observe, make a huge fuss about WHEN to serve the Christmas pudding, namely BEFORE or AFTER the Queen's address. Thus far, in my official count, families who serve their pudding after the Queen's address are out numbering families who serve it before. Although, this carefully orchestrated study has yet to be completed. I will let you know the results once they become available.
The final thing that I have come to observe about Londoners and how they celebrate Christmas is their absolute fascination with Christmas caroling. I think I should open up a business on the side called "Eric's Christmas Caroling Shop". In it, I would just hire singers to sing Christmas songs for people to stop by and listen. I would make more money than Bill Gates! Lou, one of our parishoners, works at a Youth Drop-in Center in a section of Camden called Somers Town. She takes some of their clients out and goes Christmas caroling as a fundraiser for their yearly activities budget. After one afternoon of caroling, they came back with two thousand pounds ($4,100)! The church gets into the caroling spirit as well by allowing various groups to come in and have "special carol services". One of the funniest things I have seen in a long time was watching Father Nicholas try and lead 150 railway workers in a carol service. It was a sight to see!
I have also been involved with this caroling frenzy as I have been taking my 35 kids in the St. Michael's Primary School Gospel Choir to different places around London and singing Christmas favorites. I got the chance to direct these kids in the great lobby of the British Museum which was incredible! I will never forget some of the children's faces as they sang. These kids have had an enormous impact on me in how they project the Christmas spirit. Although about 20 of the 35 children are Muslim, they still convey joy and warmth in a remarkable way. It continues to remind me how much the Christmas spirit unites us on many fronts.
In a city where community can be hard to find, there is somthing about this time that changes the way everyone lives and works here. Perhaps it can best be described in my experience with an elderly man as I was tromping up Camden Road with a Christmas tree for St. Paul's Church on my shoulder. The man (who spoke very little English) turned his head to me and gave me a big smile. "Merry Christmas to You!", he said. I turned, smiled back, and also wished him a merry Christmas. For only these few days, Londoners seem to actually be "looking up" and smiling at each other. People are stepping a little out of their boundaries and actually acknowledging others' presence as they smile to each other. This to me is a powerful example of the joy of Christmas. May you, this season, be able to see how this spirit influences both yourself and your surrounding community. Merry Christmas!
In an attempt to get myself out of the "feeling sorry for myself because I am not at home for Christmas" mood, I have specifically been looking for new traditions that the English in London cherish in their Christmas Holiday. Firstly, I have discovered the interesting cake thing called a "Mince Pie" that is the bread and butter of any English Christmas meal. English grocery chains such as Sainsbury's and Morrison's PACK their shelves with these little pies and one couldn't get away from them even if they tried. I have eaten Mince Pies at church, on the street, at school, in people's homes, before concerts, after concerts, and even for desert AFTER desert. Yes, Mince Pies are taking over Great Britian. I have yet to find out about the joys of Christmas pudding, however. Many Londoners, I have come to observe, make a huge fuss about WHEN to serve the Christmas pudding, namely BEFORE or AFTER the Queen's address. Thus far, in my official count, families who serve their pudding after the Queen's address are out numbering families who serve it before. Although, this carefully orchestrated study has yet to be completed. I will let you know the results once they become available.
The final thing that I have come to observe about Londoners and how they celebrate Christmas is their absolute fascination with Christmas caroling. I think I should open up a business on the side called "Eric's Christmas Caroling Shop". In it, I would just hire singers to sing Christmas songs for people to stop by and listen. I would make more money than Bill Gates! Lou, one of our parishoners, works at a Youth Drop-in Center in a section of Camden called Somers Town. She takes some of their clients out and goes Christmas caroling as a fundraiser for their yearly activities budget. After one afternoon of caroling, they came back with two thousand pounds ($4,100)! The church gets into the caroling spirit as well by allowing various groups to come in and have "special carol services". One of the funniest things I have seen in a long time was watching Father Nicholas try and lead 150 railway workers in a carol service. It was a sight to see!
I have also been involved with this caroling frenzy as I have been taking my 35 kids in the St. Michael's Primary School Gospel Choir to different places around London and singing Christmas favorites. I got the chance to direct these kids in the great lobby of the British Museum which was incredible! I will never forget some of the children's faces as they sang. These kids have had an enormous impact on me in how they project the Christmas spirit. Although about 20 of the 35 children are Muslim, they still convey joy and warmth in a remarkable way. It continues to remind me how much the Christmas spirit unites us on many fronts.
In a city where community can be hard to find, there is somthing about this time that changes the way everyone lives and works here. Perhaps it can best be described in my experience with an elderly man as I was tromping up Camden Road with a Christmas tree for St. Paul's Church on my shoulder. The man (who spoke very little English) turned his head to me and gave me a big smile. "Merry Christmas to You!", he said. I turned, smiled back, and also wished him a merry Christmas. For only these few days, Londoners seem to actually be "looking up" and smiling at each other. People are stepping a little out of their boundaries and actually acknowledging others' presence as they smile to each other. This to me is a powerful example of the joy of Christmas. May you, this season, be able to see how this spirit influences both yourself and your surrounding community. Merry Christmas!
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Christingle and the French
This past week has been very exciting as it marked the begining of a new relationship with the Parish of St. Pancras in Camden Town and the Parish of St. Vincent de Paul in Paris. This church relationship started about 10 years ago when it was announced that Eurostar would build a high-speed rail line from London to Paris and use the St. Pancras Railway Station as it's staging point. On Tuesday, 10 parishoners from St. Vincent de Paul traveled from Paris to London in 2 hours and 4 minutes on this brand new Eurostar line. They were greeted by a group of parishoners from St. Pancras and Father Nicholas extending a welcoming smile and handshake. What an exciting moment!
We packed a full day in with our French guests. I had the privliage of taking them to St. Michael's Primary School during a school assembly. The kids had learned simple French greetings and were very enthusiastic about talking in French. One of the French parishoners was a primary school teacher in Paris and was overjoyed to see all the kids so excited about learning French! The priest from St. Vincent de Paul knew very little English, but communicated very well with the kids in funny facial expressions and with another person translating. We then took the group of visitors to the St. Pancras Hospital where Owen and Father Malcolm explained the hospital chaplaincy ministry that our congregation does. The hospital even allowed our group to enter one of the Psychological wards where we talked with different patients. I think it was a very big eye opener for our parish friends.
The two congreations are remarkably similar. They both equal around 300 worshipers and are very urban parishes. They are both struggling with how to combat homelessness in their local communities and are committed to alchohol and drug prevention ministries. Both parishes are also struggling with the continuing preasure of secularism and dwindling resources. All of these things draw the two churches together in a very intimate way. What an incredible experience it was to listen to the sharing of joy, challenge, and hope these people shared with one another.
The evening ended with a service of thanksgiving that was both in English as well as French. The CEO of Eurostar, Bishop of Edmonton, Mayor of Camden, rail workers, and parishoners all packed Old St. Pancras Church for the event. In a tremendous gesture of unification, the Catholic preist of St. Vincent de Paul even shared the Eucharist (against normal Catholic doctrine) with his fellow Church of England counterparts. All of this touched me, but, perhaps the most remarkable image I will take away from the evening was when the two parishes gathered around their preists on either side of the sanctuary in a blessing. The two priests said prayer intersessions together- each in their respective languages with the bishop blessing them at the end. Finally, after concluding with the Lord's Prayer, the two priests happily shook hands and exchanged gifts. There was then an instant roar of enthusiasim and parishoners from the two sides immediatley came together in a wash of laughter, handshakes, and greetings. It was a night when two cultures that have historically been seperated by geographical, political, and economic barriers came together in a spirit of hope for the future. What an incredible privilage it was to be a part of such an event.
While the French were busy touring the sites of Camden, Father Nicholas was called away to do a Christingle celebration with the kids of St. Mary's Primary School (which is connected with St. Mary's Church, one of the churches in the St. Pancras Parish). Since Owen, who is based at St. Mary's, was tied up with other things Father Nicholas asked me to come along and be "moral support". "You won't have to do a thing", he said. "Just come and watch." I then accompanied him to St. Mary's where I sat down in a pew and waited for the service to start.
For those of you who aren't familar with a Christingle, I can fill you in. A Christingle is a little decoration, stemming from the Moravian tradition, that comprises of an orange, a candle, a red ribbon, and four jelly beans with toothpicks. The candle is placed in the orange which represents Jesus being the light (candle) of the world (orange). Four jelly beans on toothpicks are poked on opposite sides of the orange symbolizing the four seasons and the "fruit of the earth". Finally, the red ribbon is wrapped around the entire orange symbolizing Christ's love for the world. The making of Christingles is always done with children during the season of advent to celebrate and anticipate the coming of Christmas (the birth of Jesus- the light of the world). Many church schools in England still celebrate this tradition and have Christingle festivals.
The Christingle festival at St. Mary's, I could see, was not seen as "old fashioned" at all and was becoming packed with people. Ten minutes before the service began, Nicholas motioned for me to come into the sacristy. He was absolutley beside himself. Communication had broken down between him and the school officials. Nicholas was expecting the School Headmistress to hand him a planned order of worship. Instead, she handed him a sheet of paper with three bullet points:
1. Tell Christmas Story. Factor in carols we have been practicing (a list of about 15 carols) throughout the story as appropiate. Make sure ALL carols are sung.
2. Tell what a Christingle is
3. Blessing
I have never seen Father Nicholas so beside himself- he was even shaking! He tried to sketch out a plan of how he was going to tell the Christmas story with all the carols but just couldn't seem to draw things together. With two minutes left before the service began, I finally decided that I could come up with somthing. We quickly agreed that he would do the begining and end parts and I would be in charge of telling the Christmas story. I quickly scanned the list of carols the teachers wanted to sing, came up with a rough structure in my head, drank a quick glass of water, and said to myself "God help me!" I then headed out infront of 400 people (300 children) and told somthing that resembled the Christmas story. I don't think I have ever been so pumped up on adrenaline in my life.
To my surprise, the service actually went quite well. Afterwards, Father Nicholas turned to me and said, "Well, maybe we should take our act out on the road!" This moment was certainly a time where I learned confidence in myself. I have been thrown into situations that have needed to be solved with "on the fly" solutions before, but never one this huge. One can never be fully prepared in this line of work. You always have to be willing to put yourself out there, even when you don't feel you have it all together. God does, I have learned, appear in unexpected places. Especially in this instances such as this one, I have gained appreciation for him never giving up on me.
We packed a full day in with our French guests. I had the privliage of taking them to St. Michael's Primary School during a school assembly. The kids had learned simple French greetings and were very enthusiastic about talking in French. One of the French parishoners was a primary school teacher in Paris and was overjoyed to see all the kids so excited about learning French! The priest from St. Vincent de Paul knew very little English, but communicated very well with the kids in funny facial expressions and with another person translating. We then took the group of visitors to the St. Pancras Hospital where Owen and Father Malcolm explained the hospital chaplaincy ministry that our congregation does. The hospital even allowed our group to enter one of the Psychological wards where we talked with different patients. I think it was a very big eye opener for our parish friends.
The two congreations are remarkably similar. They both equal around 300 worshipers and are very urban parishes. They are both struggling with how to combat homelessness in their local communities and are committed to alchohol and drug prevention ministries. Both parishes are also struggling with the continuing preasure of secularism and dwindling resources. All of these things draw the two churches together in a very intimate way. What an incredible experience it was to listen to the sharing of joy, challenge, and hope these people shared with one another.
The evening ended with a service of thanksgiving that was both in English as well as French. The CEO of Eurostar, Bishop of Edmonton, Mayor of Camden, rail workers, and parishoners all packed Old St. Pancras Church for the event. In a tremendous gesture of unification, the Catholic preist of St. Vincent de Paul even shared the Eucharist (against normal Catholic doctrine) with his fellow Church of England counterparts. All of this touched me, but, perhaps the most remarkable image I will take away from the evening was when the two parishes gathered around their preists on either side of the sanctuary in a blessing. The two priests said prayer intersessions together- each in their respective languages with the bishop blessing them at the end. Finally, after concluding with the Lord's Prayer, the two priests happily shook hands and exchanged gifts. There was then an instant roar of enthusiasim and parishoners from the two sides immediatley came together in a wash of laughter, handshakes, and greetings. It was a night when two cultures that have historically been seperated by geographical, political, and economic barriers came together in a spirit of hope for the future. What an incredible privilage it was to be a part of such an event.
While the French were busy touring the sites of Camden, Father Nicholas was called away to do a Christingle celebration with the kids of St. Mary's Primary School (which is connected with St. Mary's Church, one of the churches in the St. Pancras Parish). Since Owen, who is based at St. Mary's, was tied up with other things Father Nicholas asked me to come along and be "moral support". "You won't have to do a thing", he said. "Just come and watch." I then accompanied him to St. Mary's where I sat down in a pew and waited for the service to start.
For those of you who aren't familar with a Christingle, I can fill you in. A Christingle is a little decoration, stemming from the Moravian tradition, that comprises of an orange, a candle, a red ribbon, and four jelly beans with toothpicks. The candle is placed in the orange which represents Jesus being the light (candle) of the world (orange). Four jelly beans on toothpicks are poked on opposite sides of the orange symbolizing the four seasons and the "fruit of the earth". Finally, the red ribbon is wrapped around the entire orange symbolizing Christ's love for the world. The making of Christingles is always done with children during the season of advent to celebrate and anticipate the coming of Christmas (the birth of Jesus- the light of the world). Many church schools in England still celebrate this tradition and have Christingle festivals.
The Christingle festival at St. Mary's, I could see, was not seen as "old fashioned" at all and was becoming packed with people. Ten minutes before the service began, Nicholas motioned for me to come into the sacristy. He was absolutley beside himself. Communication had broken down between him and the school officials. Nicholas was expecting the School Headmistress to hand him a planned order of worship. Instead, she handed him a sheet of paper with three bullet points:
1. Tell Christmas Story. Factor in carols we have been practicing (a list of about 15 carols) throughout the story as appropiate. Make sure ALL carols are sung.
2. Tell what a Christingle is
3. Blessing
I have never seen Father Nicholas so beside himself- he was even shaking! He tried to sketch out a plan of how he was going to tell the Christmas story with all the carols but just couldn't seem to draw things together. With two minutes left before the service began, I finally decided that I could come up with somthing. We quickly agreed that he would do the begining and end parts and I would be in charge of telling the Christmas story. I quickly scanned the list of carols the teachers wanted to sing, came up with a rough structure in my head, drank a quick glass of water, and said to myself "God help me!" I then headed out infront of 400 people (300 children) and told somthing that resembled the Christmas story. I don't think I have ever been so pumped up on adrenaline in my life.
To my surprise, the service actually went quite well. Afterwards, Father Nicholas turned to me and said, "Well, maybe we should take our act out on the road!" This moment was certainly a time where I learned confidence in myself. I have been thrown into situations that have needed to be solved with "on the fly" solutions before, but never one this huge. One can never be fully prepared in this line of work. You always have to be willing to put yourself out there, even when you don't feel you have it all together. God does, I have learned, appear in unexpected places. Especially in this instances such as this one, I have gained appreciation for him never giving up on me.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
A Birthday with Our Lady of Walsingham and Admiring Camden Town Art
The craziness of the Advent season led me to really enjoy my stay at the Shrine of Our Lady of Walsingham. The village of Walsingham is a population of barley 500 people and sits out with the grazying sheep 175 miles north of London. The shrine itself takes up about half of the town with it's residence halls, church, conference center, and offices. The shrine prides itself on being as "high church" as possible. I respected their quest in this venture as they wanted to express each and every act of worship well and with purpose. This sense of doing tasks with purpose stemmed to how they ran every element of worship during the whole weekend retreat. The retreat was called "Adoraemus", meaning "new life". It was for anyone ages 18-30 and about 50 participants showed up for the "pilgramage". It surprised me how many different areas of England everyone represented as almost every area was.
The usual schedule was very lax and would go in a pattern as follows: 1. go to morning worship, 2. have lunch, 3. go to the pub, 4. afternoon study, 5. go to the pub, 6. have dinner, 7. go to the pub, 8. have evening worship, 9. go to the pub again. There was only one pub in the village that was called "The Bull". It was a nice, quaint little place right in the town square. As you would walk in, you would think it any other normal small village pub...... until you saw all of the pictures of past Shrine priests and icons of saints on the walls. Yes, this was no ordinary pub- this was a "churchy" pub. Thus, my afternoons and evenings in Walsingham were usually spent "drinking down a pint", looking at the pictures of Jesus on the wall, and having deep theological discussions.
These discussions would include lessons for me (the only Lutheran in the entire village which gained me the nickname "Martin") in high-church practices of the Church of England. For example, on the first evening we all gathered in the Shrine Church for an Advent Carol Service to mark the begining of Advent. It was an absolutley beautiful service filled with candle light and more familiar hymns. It came to the end of the service which I thought I had down pat- Eucharist, Lord's Prayer, Blessing, Benediction, done. I triumphantly was speaking the Lord's Prayer when I suddenly realized that everyone else had dropped out. In the more Eastern Orthodox tradition (which the Church of England borrows some traditions from) the last part of the Lord's Prayer (For Thine is the Kingdom, the Power, and the Glory forever etc..) is not said. Thus, I did an entire solo of the more western addition to the Lord's Prayer completley by myself with everyone looking at me blankly. And if that weren't enough, as soon as the priest said the blessing I got out of my chair and walked down the isle thinking it was time to go. Everyone suddenly started kneeling again! I quickly lunged for a kneeler as I turned around and saw the priest pick up this huge frame of a GIGANTIC communion waffer with little flames shooting out of the sides. He then proceeded to take this huge star-bursty thing and wave it around infront of the congregation while the organ played a "Star Wars" type theme. I was very perplexed.
I was told afterwards that this star-burst thing was actually called a Monstrance. It is used to signify Christ physically being here with us. The Monstrance is quite important in major feasts as it is the culmination of Christ in the Eucharist and Christ in the body. A very interesting thing to have learned, even if it was through embarassment. And so, my brithday became a day of really "being" in the stillness of this village and learning new worship traditions in a pub that had Jesus portaits hanging on the walls. Needless to say, it will be a birthday I will never forget!
This evening I went to the opening of an art exhibit that is being held in the sanctuary of St. Michael's. The exhibit incorporates 16 local artists all making pieces based on the theme "shelter". This theme was picked by the group who is putting on the show to reflect the fact that the event is a benefit for the Winter Night Shelter of Camden. The Winter Night Shelter starts in Janruary and runs through March. Each church in the area is assigned one night in the week to house a certain number of homeless residents. It is a very amazing idea as a fundraiser and it certainly seemed to go well tonight. Even though it was a dreary and cold December evening, over 150 people came to see the pieces. It was fantastic to see where each artist took this theme and how the show really spoke as a collective unit. December is proving itself to be a challenging month. I can now see why people in our parish have problems with seasonal depression. The sun sets here at around 3.30pm. It takes events like this art exhibit to really shine light where there is a lot of darkness.
The usual schedule was very lax and would go in a pattern as follows: 1. go to morning worship, 2. have lunch, 3. go to the pub, 4. afternoon study, 5. go to the pub, 6. have dinner, 7. go to the pub, 8. have evening worship, 9. go to the pub again. There was only one pub in the village that was called "The Bull". It was a nice, quaint little place right in the town square. As you would walk in, you would think it any other normal small village pub...... until you saw all of the pictures of past Shrine priests and icons of saints on the walls. Yes, this was no ordinary pub- this was a "churchy" pub. Thus, my afternoons and evenings in Walsingham were usually spent "drinking down a pint", looking at the pictures of Jesus on the wall, and having deep theological discussions.
These discussions would include lessons for me (the only Lutheran in the entire village which gained me the nickname "Martin") in high-church practices of the Church of England. For example, on the first evening we all gathered in the Shrine Church for an Advent Carol Service to mark the begining of Advent. It was an absolutley beautiful service filled with candle light and more familiar hymns. It came to the end of the service which I thought I had down pat- Eucharist, Lord's Prayer, Blessing, Benediction, done. I triumphantly was speaking the Lord's Prayer when I suddenly realized that everyone else had dropped out. In the more Eastern Orthodox tradition (which the Church of England borrows some traditions from) the last part of the Lord's Prayer (For Thine is the Kingdom, the Power, and the Glory forever etc..) is not said. Thus, I did an entire solo of the more western addition to the Lord's Prayer completley by myself with everyone looking at me blankly. And if that weren't enough, as soon as the priest said the blessing I got out of my chair and walked down the isle thinking it was time to go. Everyone suddenly started kneeling again! I quickly lunged for a kneeler as I turned around and saw the priest pick up this huge frame of a GIGANTIC communion waffer with little flames shooting out of the sides. He then proceeded to take this huge star-bursty thing and wave it around infront of the congregation while the organ played a "Star Wars" type theme. I was very perplexed.
I was told afterwards that this star-burst thing was actually called a Monstrance. It is used to signify Christ physically being here with us. The Monstrance is quite important in major feasts as it is the culmination of Christ in the Eucharist and Christ in the body. A very interesting thing to have learned, even if it was through embarassment. And so, my brithday became a day of really "being" in the stillness of this village and learning new worship traditions in a pub that had Jesus portaits hanging on the walls. Needless to say, it will be a birthday I will never forget!
This evening I went to the opening of an art exhibit that is being held in the sanctuary of St. Michael's. The exhibit incorporates 16 local artists all making pieces based on the theme "shelter". This theme was picked by the group who is putting on the show to reflect the fact that the event is a benefit for the Winter Night Shelter of Camden. The Winter Night Shelter starts in Janruary and runs through March. Each church in the area is assigned one night in the week to house a certain number of homeless residents. It is a very amazing idea as a fundraiser and it certainly seemed to go well tonight. Even though it was a dreary and cold December evening, over 150 people came to see the pieces. It was fantastic to see where each artist took this theme and how the show really spoke as a collective unit. December is proving itself to be a challenging month. I can now see why people in our parish have problems with seasonal depression. The sun sets here at around 3.30pm. It takes events like this art exhibit to really shine light where there is a lot of darkness.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Performing on Stage and the Cold Weather of Advent
Last Saturday, the Parish of St. Pancras had a parish-wide Dinner/Dance which was a fundraiser for the Shrine of Walsingham. For those of you who are not aware of Walsingham, this shrine is a special place. There has been a Shrine to Mary the Virgin in this little village since the 4th century. The Shrine was demolished as the Romans came through- but was rebuilt in the early half of this century using images from coins of the era. The Shrine continues to be an important site for European Christians to make a Pilgrimage. I will have the opportunity to visit this place this coming weekend which I am very excited about (I will be there for my birthday no less!).
The Church in Walsingham is fundraising for a restoration of the shrine and more residence halls to house pilgrims. Our parish decided to hold this dinner, dance, and raffle and see how much money they could come up with. Over 90 people showed up to St. Paul's Church in Camden Square for the event. Father Nicholas wanted to make sure that this was as formal of an event as possible and wanted all of the wait staff (namely the pastoral assistants and church wardens) to wear black and white. I had the privilage of fitting into Fr. Nicholas's old tux which came with the very traditional English boe-tie (one that had to actually be tied!). "We'll turn you into a proper Englishman yet!", Nicholas kept saying.
A part of this whole ordeal, the priests asked Owen and I to perform a type of Cabaret before the dancing would begin. I redid some pieces that I sang from my recital this summer and did some classic American songs as: "Wade in the Water" and "Somewhere Over the Rainbow". Owen and I finished with the famous Fred Astair /Ginger Rogers duet "Let's Call the Whole Thing Off" which we rewrtote the lyrics to in representing me being from Minnesota and Owen being from Cardiff (Wales). I have never sung at a function where they give you a standing ovation after every piece! What an audience it was! Both Owen and I got many compliments, but perhaps the best compliment came from Shiri'n who immigrated here from Iran. "Your songs made my night!", she said. "It was good to see your true heart!"
After the performance, we had a dance of disco music (Father Nicholas is crazy about Disco). It made me take pause to see how everyone got up and danced. It didn't matter how old you were, how young you were, or whether you were black, white, or indifferent- you danced! Perhaps the highlight of the dancing was seeing Gladis (but everyone calls her "Glad" because she is so bubbly in her personality!), a woman of 84 outdance pretty much all of the young guys! It was if she left the cloak of age back at the dinner table and showed her true colors. No one could keep Glad from dancing the night away- and what an inspiration it was.
The next morning, my tired and achy self got out of bed and preached a sermon at St. Michael's. It was Christ the King Sunday and the gospel was that of Jesus up on the Cross and talking with the two criminals. I must say, I found the Church of England's choice of scripture for the Christ the King Sunday odd at first- but then it made sense to me. How backwards is it that our "King" actually suffered and died to the injustices of this world? I think we need to be reminded of that fact more often. So, I think it was a perfect passage for the day.
St. Michael's Church is going through a very hard time with finances. It , out of the four churches which make up the Parish of St. Pancras, is the poorest. In general however, we are truly starting to see how the rising cost of living in the United Kingdom is affecting the poor. More people are being put on the streets because they are being kicked out of their homes to make way for newer, and higher income housing. Job wages are stagnent in London at the moment, so people are left with very horrible situations. No where can this be better seen then at St. Michael's Church where the majority of parishoners are immigrants.
This Autumn, we have been having a parish-wide stewardship campagin to try and raise money for needs across the four churches. Out of the average of 65 people who attend St. Michael's every Sunday, 9 have commited pledges of meager monetary gifts. Because St. Michael's has been such a drain on the parish wide resources- esspecially in the past 6 months- drastic measures are having to be taken. Because of this, St. Michael's has decided that they are going to turn off the heat entirely to the church.
This last Sunday, I looked at the thermometer in the Sacristy. It read 9 degrees Celcius. That is about 38 degrees fahrenheit of wet, bone chilling London cold. Seeing your breath as you give a sermon is quite interesting- let me tell you. I am particularly worried for some of our elderly members as sitting in a chilled church on a Sunday morning is probably not the best thing. However, people are resilent here. Even though there is great fear about how this church will relalistically afford it's mounting bills this winter, there is still a unifying energy that will never cease.
So, I ask you this Advent season to pray for the people of St. Pancras- esspecially for the members of St. Michael's Church. Pray that they may continue to find a spirit that will rally them together. Pray that God may help and comfort this financially troubled church and seek to embrace it with love.
I sometimes laugh when I think of this parish raising funds for another organization. I don't think you could find a better example of the poor supporting the poor.
The Church in Walsingham is fundraising for a restoration of the shrine and more residence halls to house pilgrims. Our parish decided to hold this dinner, dance, and raffle and see how much money they could come up with. Over 90 people showed up to St. Paul's Church in Camden Square for the event. Father Nicholas wanted to make sure that this was as formal of an event as possible and wanted all of the wait staff (namely the pastoral assistants and church wardens) to wear black and white. I had the privilage of fitting into Fr. Nicholas's old tux which came with the very traditional English boe-tie (one that had to actually be tied!). "We'll turn you into a proper Englishman yet!", Nicholas kept saying.
A part of this whole ordeal, the priests asked Owen and I to perform a type of Cabaret before the dancing would begin. I redid some pieces that I sang from my recital this summer and did some classic American songs as: "Wade in the Water" and "Somewhere Over the Rainbow". Owen and I finished with the famous Fred Astair /Ginger Rogers duet "Let's Call the Whole Thing Off" which we rewrtote the lyrics to in representing me being from Minnesota and Owen being from Cardiff (Wales). I have never sung at a function where they give you a standing ovation after every piece! What an audience it was! Both Owen and I got many compliments, but perhaps the best compliment came from Shiri'n who immigrated here from Iran. "Your songs made my night!", she said. "It was good to see your true heart!"
After the performance, we had a dance of disco music (Father Nicholas is crazy about Disco). It made me take pause to see how everyone got up and danced. It didn't matter how old you were, how young you were, or whether you were black, white, or indifferent- you danced! Perhaps the highlight of the dancing was seeing Gladis (but everyone calls her "Glad" because she is so bubbly in her personality!), a woman of 84 outdance pretty much all of the young guys! It was if she left the cloak of age back at the dinner table and showed her true colors. No one could keep Glad from dancing the night away- and what an inspiration it was.
The next morning, my tired and achy self got out of bed and preached a sermon at St. Michael's. It was Christ the King Sunday and the gospel was that of Jesus up on the Cross and talking with the two criminals. I must say, I found the Church of England's choice of scripture for the Christ the King Sunday odd at first- but then it made sense to me. How backwards is it that our "King" actually suffered and died to the injustices of this world? I think we need to be reminded of that fact more often. So, I think it was a perfect passage for the day.
St. Michael's Church is going through a very hard time with finances. It , out of the four churches which make up the Parish of St. Pancras, is the poorest. In general however, we are truly starting to see how the rising cost of living in the United Kingdom is affecting the poor. More people are being put on the streets because they are being kicked out of their homes to make way for newer, and higher income housing. Job wages are stagnent in London at the moment, so people are left with very horrible situations. No where can this be better seen then at St. Michael's Church where the majority of parishoners are immigrants.
This Autumn, we have been having a parish-wide stewardship campagin to try and raise money for needs across the four churches. Out of the average of 65 people who attend St. Michael's every Sunday, 9 have commited pledges of meager monetary gifts. Because St. Michael's has been such a drain on the parish wide resources- esspecially in the past 6 months- drastic measures are having to be taken. Because of this, St. Michael's has decided that they are going to turn off the heat entirely to the church.
This last Sunday, I looked at the thermometer in the Sacristy. It read 9 degrees Celcius. That is about 38 degrees fahrenheit of wet, bone chilling London cold. Seeing your breath as you give a sermon is quite interesting- let me tell you. I am particularly worried for some of our elderly members as sitting in a chilled church on a Sunday morning is probably not the best thing. However, people are resilent here. Even though there is great fear about how this church will relalistically afford it's mounting bills this winter, there is still a unifying energy that will never cease.
So, I ask you this Advent season to pray for the people of St. Pancras- esspecially for the members of St. Michael's Church. Pray that they may continue to find a spirit that will rally them together. Pray that God may help and comfort this financially troubled church and seek to embrace it with love.
I sometimes laugh when I think of this parish raising funds for another organization. I don't think you could find a better example of the poor supporting the poor.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Rest and Fresh Air in Saltburn
I am now writing from a lovely house in the Saltburn countryside owned by the Breen family, my friend Maren's (another ELCA volunteer) host family. I decided to take a short holiday away from the chaotic and busy nature of London and come here to relax for a few days. It has been very good to get away and have time to think and explore the beautiful English landscape. Saltburn is a small little village on the Northeast border between England and Scottland. It is a sleepy seaside town of 5,000 people who take life at there own pace.
With it being close to the 3 month marker of my adventure here in England, I have been thinking about where I have been and where I still have to go. I think there are some solid things that I have learned about myself which I more or less didn't expect. The first one is being confident in a large, worldly city and not being afraid. God has really pushed me in this direction of learning sucessfully not only the culture of a new country, but also learning the language and culture of an inner city ghetto. It takes a lot to not be overwhelmed by it all and to be able to break up all of the activity into chunks that can be sucessfully processed.
With the curve of learning culture, God has encouraged me to build confidence in meeting and relating to people. Infact, as of now, I think this piece of my job I like most of all. I love to go over to people's homes and hear their stories. There are SO MANY stories to be heard and to be told. It gives me courage and hope not only in myself, but in humanity when I hear of all the struggles that people have persevered through in Camden.
As with each thing to be proud of, there is also a new hurtle to cross and an opportunity to grow more. I feel like those challenges have presented themselves a lot over these last few days while I have had time to be on holiday. The biggest thing that I have realized more than anything is the fact of London making me more tense and highstrung in my everyday life. There are many things in my personality that I think lead to being more of a "tense" person. However, I have really begun to notice, esspecially since I have been in the slow-life of Saltburn, the realities of how the stresses of London affect a person in their behavior and faith.
Thus, when I go back to London tomorrow, it will be time to start thinking about opportunities to breath and truly be able to "listen to God". One thing I admire so much about the slowness of life in this community is their ability to really "be" and to "listen" to what God is doing in their lives. I feel like I don't have the time in my job to really "be". Of course this is the difference between big city and small village life and I don't expect to carry on the life of Saltburn in central London completley. However, I think that we all could learn a thing or two about this slow paced life of a village. Perhaps we would be more healthier in the long run.
Thus, as Thanksgiving approaches for the citizens of the United States, I will give thanks for many things in my life. I give thanks for the way that God has challenged me and changed me over these few months and where my faith will take me and challenge me in the coming year. I give thanks for my family and friends who have supported me through this entire journey. I give thanks for the church and all of the things it has done to promote justice, peace, and the gospel in this world. I give thanks for the people of Camden and all that they have taught me about living life. Finally, I give thanks for a world, though imperfect and conflicted, that still harbors hope.
With it being close to the 3 month marker of my adventure here in England, I have been thinking about where I have been and where I still have to go. I think there are some solid things that I have learned about myself which I more or less didn't expect. The first one is being confident in a large, worldly city and not being afraid. God has really pushed me in this direction of learning sucessfully not only the culture of a new country, but also learning the language and culture of an inner city ghetto. It takes a lot to not be overwhelmed by it all and to be able to break up all of the activity into chunks that can be sucessfully processed.
With the curve of learning culture, God has encouraged me to build confidence in meeting and relating to people. Infact, as of now, I think this piece of my job I like most of all. I love to go over to people's homes and hear their stories. There are SO MANY stories to be heard and to be told. It gives me courage and hope not only in myself, but in humanity when I hear of all the struggles that people have persevered through in Camden.
As with each thing to be proud of, there is also a new hurtle to cross and an opportunity to grow more. I feel like those challenges have presented themselves a lot over these last few days while I have had time to be on holiday. The biggest thing that I have realized more than anything is the fact of London making me more tense and highstrung in my everyday life. There are many things in my personality that I think lead to being more of a "tense" person. However, I have really begun to notice, esspecially since I have been in the slow-life of Saltburn, the realities of how the stresses of London affect a person in their behavior and faith.
Thus, when I go back to London tomorrow, it will be time to start thinking about opportunities to breath and truly be able to "listen to God". One thing I admire so much about the slowness of life in this community is their ability to really "be" and to "listen" to what God is doing in their lives. I feel like I don't have the time in my job to really "be". Of course this is the difference between big city and small village life and I don't expect to carry on the life of Saltburn in central London completley. However, I think that we all could learn a thing or two about this slow paced life of a village. Perhaps we would be more healthier in the long run.
Thus, as Thanksgiving approaches for the citizens of the United States, I will give thanks for many things in my life. I give thanks for the way that God has challenged me and changed me over these few months and where my faith will take me and challenge me in the coming year. I give thanks for my family and friends who have supported me through this entire journey. I give thanks for the church and all of the things it has done to promote justice, peace, and the gospel in this world. I give thanks for the people of Camden and all that they have taught me about living life. Finally, I give thanks for a world, though imperfect and conflicted, that still harbors hope.
Saturday, November 3, 2007
What it is like to Loose a Friend and be 2,000 miles Away from Home
I have delayed a little bit on this post in order to put my thoughts together properly on what has happened this week. Last Saturday, I recieved an email from a friend which told me that Katherine Olson, another dear friend of mine from St. Olaf and camp, was murdered when going to a job interview in Savage, Minnesota. Her body was found in the trunk of her car parked in a nature preserve not far away from the perpetrator's house. This was the first murder to occur in the community of Savage for over 25 years. What a blow it is to have it be one of your friends.
To say the least, this last week has been one of anger, sadness, shock, and challenge. Ironically, it was Harvest Sunday at St Michael's this last week. So while I was dealing with this tragedy within, the whole focus was about thanking God for the gifts he has given us. It actually proved to be very meaningful as we sang "Now Thank We All Our God" and "For the Beauty of the Earth". Life is a gift that we cannot take for granted at any cost. It only takes a horrible thing like what happened to Katherine to remind all of us just how fragile life can be.
The people of this parish have been wonderful and supportive. I have recieved amazing letters and words of encouragment from people of all walks of life. It has shown me how we all relate to one another in this unique community. No one is for themselves and no one stands alone here. For when one person mourns, the community mourns. It affects all of us.
It took me a little while to realize this and figure out what my role should be in this process. We all have our expectations of what a pastor or priest should be in a community. Perhaps I had unrealistic expectations and expected that I could carry out my duties here perfectly even when I was strongly grieving. This, ofcourse, was not the case and I became frustrated in my own human faults. It wasn't until I really started to open up to the staff here at the parish that I began to realize I am not superhuman. People of the ministry wrestle with the same issues as people of the parish and no one should expect them to be any different.
I barely got through the praryer petitions last Sunday without breaking down when I got to the names of the recently departed. Afterwards, I became so frustrated with myself for showing my emotions to the people of the congregation. Nicholas reassured me, however, that it was a good thing. "People need to know that you are human too" , he said. Now that I look back on it, I couldn't agree more.
As with many things, I have realized that I need this parish just as much as this parish needs me. I would not be where I am with my thoughts right now if I didn't have the expression of love and support from the people that I work with every single day. The people become so much more than your co-workers and parishiners. They become your strength and your family.
Even though I will be struggling with this event for a long time to come in my own right. This tragedy has opened my eyes to the very nature of community and hope. Even though I do feel very far away from my family and friends at home right now, I am not alone. I am with my family here. For that, I say thanks be to God.
To say the least, this last week has been one of anger, sadness, shock, and challenge. Ironically, it was Harvest Sunday at St Michael's this last week. So while I was dealing with this tragedy within, the whole focus was about thanking God for the gifts he has given us. It actually proved to be very meaningful as we sang "Now Thank We All Our God" and "For the Beauty of the Earth". Life is a gift that we cannot take for granted at any cost. It only takes a horrible thing like what happened to Katherine to remind all of us just how fragile life can be.
The people of this parish have been wonderful and supportive. I have recieved amazing letters and words of encouragment from people of all walks of life. It has shown me how we all relate to one another in this unique community. No one is for themselves and no one stands alone here. For when one person mourns, the community mourns. It affects all of us.
It took me a little while to realize this and figure out what my role should be in this process. We all have our expectations of what a pastor or priest should be in a community. Perhaps I had unrealistic expectations and expected that I could carry out my duties here perfectly even when I was strongly grieving. This, ofcourse, was not the case and I became frustrated in my own human faults. It wasn't until I really started to open up to the staff here at the parish that I began to realize I am not superhuman. People of the ministry wrestle with the same issues as people of the parish and no one should expect them to be any different.
I barely got through the praryer petitions last Sunday without breaking down when I got to the names of the recently departed. Afterwards, I became so frustrated with myself for showing my emotions to the people of the congregation. Nicholas reassured me, however, that it was a good thing. "People need to know that you are human too" , he said. Now that I look back on it, I couldn't agree more.
As with many things, I have realized that I need this parish just as much as this parish needs me. I would not be where I am with my thoughts right now if I didn't have the expression of love and support from the people that I work with every single day. The people become so much more than your co-workers and parishiners. They become your strength and your family.
Even though I will be struggling with this event for a long time to come in my own right. This tragedy has opened my eyes to the very nature of community and hope. Even though I do feel very far away from my family and friends at home right now, I am not alone. I am with my family here. For that, I say thanks be to God.
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