Facebook informed me the other day that my cousin, the only other Episcopalian in my religiously diverse family, had ‘liked’ a group called Unapologetically Episcopalian. It was started at the beginning of May by Fr. Ron Pogue, after he had written an article about raising the profile of the church.
In that article, Fr. Ron says that one of the best ways to raise the profile of the church is…
Stop apologizing, roll up your sleeves, and get to work. ~ Who wants to come to a Church whose members talk about how we don’t have much Bible study, don’t all look and think alike, or don’t have many children or youth. We have much to offer! Our Church is grounded in a tradition that embraces diversity, exults in artistic expression, loves beautiful liturgy and music, encourages people to think and wonder, and regularly asks God to “make us faithful stewards of thy bounty.”
Sounds kind of like what I’ve been saying for a long, long time… okay, since 2003 when I became an Episcopalian.
I guard my Facebook very jealously. I don’t friend just anyone, I don’t like just any page. But I liked this page, and found a surprise bonus to liking it– Fr. Ron posts small excerpts from the BCP every day. It’s nice to see in the midst of all the drama and the games (digital and psychosocial) a small breath of prayer.
It has not turned out as I expected,
but you have dealt with us according to your great mercy.
I was trying to explain to a completely unchurched coworker what the epiclesis is in reference to a Facebook post about this Ship of Fools thread.
“It’s something you don’t care about,” I told him. “It’s something that falls into the area of interest of a very small subset of church people. It’s for church nerds!”
“Church nerds,” he said, disbelieving. “There are church nerds?”
He gave me a knowing look, and made an intuitive leap. “You’re one of this subset, aren’t you?”
In their diorama “Easter at the National Peep-Thedral: A House of Prayer for All Peeps,” District residents Andrew Martin, Christine McCann and Julie Avetta used photographs of Washington’s National Cathedral to create the backdrop, and added a Darth Vader head from a Pez dispenser as a nod to the carving on the northwest tower.
From the Fourth Annual Washington Post Peeps Show Diorama Contest. You can click here to see the other semifinalists and vote for the People’s Choice (guess which one I voted for?)
Sounds like too many things I’ve heard lately.
We are building a religion, we are making a brand
We’re the only ones to turn to when your castles turn to sand.
Take a bite of this apple, Mr. Corporate Events,
Take a walk through the jungle of cardboard shanties and tents.
Some people drink Pepsi, some people drink Coke,
The wacky morning DJ says democracy’s a joke.
He says “Now do you believe in the one big song?”
He’s now accepting callers who would like to sing along.
—Cake, Comfort Eagle.
Dear everyone cranky about the Consents to the election of Rev. Canon Mary D. Glasspool:
(p.s., this goes double to you, Rowan!)
Everything else in my life is changing so fast, I have access to all sorts of entertainment and distractions at the literal touch of a button, on computers small enough to slip into my pocket.
The only place where my life is predictable is during worship from the Book of Common Prayer.
I crave that stability, the turning of the liturgical seasons anchoring me to the world outside the Information Deluge.
Why, then, does those in charge of liturgy seem to think that to attract people of my digital age, they need to emulate the instant FLASHY distraction FLASHY filled FLASHY times FLASHY of FLASHY my FLASHY regular FLASHY hectic FLASHY everyday FLASHY life?
Where is the silence?
Where can I hear the still, small voice?