“Bring the food that you eat, when you need to know you are loved.”
This was our final assignment in a doctoral seminar class on the Eucharist. We were to bring enough of whatever food it was, to share with the class—sixteen doctoral and advanced masters’ degree students.
I didn’t have to think very hard about what to bring. Of course it had to be the lemon wafers.
These cookies are simplicity itself, which undoubtedly recommended them to the ladies organizing the Vacation Bible School at the Methodist church in Liberty, Texas that summer in 1978. One lemon cake mix, one egg, one cup of vegetable oil, mix and drop and bake at 350 for ten minutes…even the very youngest children could help.
When my grandmother picked me up that day at noon, I carried a plastic sandwich bag with a few lemon cookies in it, and the recipe printed on a half-sheet of typing paper. We shared them on the short drive home—still warm and soft in the middle, thin and crumbling brown at the edges.
Thereafter, these little treats were always available at her house. Gram made them in huge batches (they make a lot anyway) and froze them, layered between waxed paper in large shallow tupperware containers. When guests came to visit, she would ask “Would you like a cookie?” and unfailingly produce a plate of the bright yellow-gold circles.
On June 22, 2000, less than a month after I graduated from the Episcopal Theological Seminary of the Southwest, my grandmother died at home, in her sleep. She had lived a long, rich, full life, and yet when the minister asked me if I wanted to have a role in the service, I answered, “Yes. I want to sit in the front row and cry. That is my role today.” And it was, and I did.
Nearly a year later I was ordained to the priesthood in St. Paul’s Church, Waco, Texas. At the reception which followed the service, on the long buffet table in the middle of the hall, was a large platter of lemon wafers. I had never seen these at any St. Paul’s coffee hour or gathering before, so I asked my friend who was coordinating the reception, “Where did these come from?” She didn’t know. She asked her friends who were helping, who had arranged all the food and drink for the gathering. They didn’t know. No one was able to identify the source or origin of the lemon wafers that night. Nor were such ever seen again at a St. Paul’s event, in the two consecutive years I served there.
A coincidence, no doubt. Somehow completely explainable to even the most rational mind. Yet for those of us who seek the patterns, the connections in this world, the wondrous moments when the magic sparkles in the corners of our eyes…much more than that.
“Bring the food that you eat, when you need to know you are loved.”
“I made this just for you.”
“Take, eat… do this in remembrance.”
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
A View From the Porch: A Retrospective
From my porch, I have seen…
· Four cycles of the maple tree in the front yard, from bright gold to barren gray branches, to palest green to deep emerald and back again;
· Does and their fawns crossing the street at midnight;
· The Seeing Eye: dogs and owners and trainers up and down the sidewalks, learning to walk together;
· Wedding guests rushing to find a parking spot before donning jackets and hats, on their way to Assumption Church on a Saturday afternoon;
· Mourners of all ages, dressed in everything from dark suits and ties to blue jeans and t-shirts, going to pay their last respects to a family member or beloved friend;
· Neighbors on their way to the grocery store, or the dry cleaners, or the library;
· Squirrels engaged in a thousand gymnastic activities, from fence rails and tree branches;
· Basil and parsley and rosemary growing in hanging pots, luxuriant under the summer sun.
I have watched the life of a town there: a busy, lively community that has been my home for a while. A bit of my heart will remain here; I will always be grateful for the lessons I learned in this place and with this group of people.
· Four cycles of the maple tree in the front yard, from bright gold to barren gray branches, to palest green to deep emerald and back again;
· Does and their fawns crossing the street at midnight;
· The Seeing Eye: dogs and owners and trainers up and down the sidewalks, learning to walk together;
· Wedding guests rushing to find a parking spot before donning jackets and hats, on their way to Assumption Church on a Saturday afternoon;
· Mourners of all ages, dressed in everything from dark suits and ties to blue jeans and t-shirts, going to pay their last respects to a family member or beloved friend;
· Neighbors on their way to the grocery store, or the dry cleaners, or the library;
· Squirrels engaged in a thousand gymnastic activities, from fence rails and tree branches;
· Basil and parsley and rosemary growing in hanging pots, luxuriant under the summer sun.
I have watched the life of a town there: a busy, lively community that has been my home for a while. A bit of my heart will remain here; I will always be grateful for the lessons I learned in this place and with this group of people.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Vacation Edition: August 2009
Hello dear ones!
This edition comes to you from the “gazee-deck” (not quite gazebo, not quite deck…the best of both!) at Croft Alden, just south of Hague, New York. Directly to the east, Lake George is barely visible, screened by a tall stand of pine and cedar. I can almost hear the water lapping on the shore. The sun has risen on a cool and bright August morning, and the deranged songbird outside my window insisted that I should get up and see this daily miracle for myself. He was quite correct—it is a beautiful sight.
In my lexicon “going to the water” is synonymous with rest and restoration. Growing up I spent summers on the Texas Gulf Coast, at a house that no longer exists, save in blessed memory, getting sunburned, playing in the surf and digging in the sand, reading ancient comic books and listening to Waylon and Willie and the boys, and eating icy-cold watermelon and sweet corn from the farm stand down the road. The house had no air conditioning, but with windows in all the exterior walls and ceiling fans in every room, it didn’t need it. We heard the sound of the wind and waves; we felt the breeze off the water (so much so that you actually wanted a quilt at night, even in high summer), we smelled the salt air and cut grass, and occasionally the “ew-ick” of a fish that had been left on the shore to decompose.
This time apart—this Sabbath here at the lake in New York—has been much anticipated and welcomed. We will leave two days hence, returning to our new place at Jubilee House, where we will continue to unpack and “make ourselves at home.” School starts again very soon (and already has, for some of us) and I will be beavering away on my great project that leads to “The Rev. Dr.” on my business cards.
The last few months have been something of a rollercoaster ride, but we seem to have come through with only a few chips and scratches. To all of you (and you know who you are) who have helped us in this time of transition and uncertainty, through your prayers and good will, and through offers of assistance of all kinds—may the Almighty return to you double those things which you have shared with us. We have been “bathed in grace” in these days, and the waters of this glorious lake have reminded me of that truth. “I will lift up mine eyes to the hills, from whence cometh my help.”
See you on the porch!
This edition comes to you from the “gazee-deck” (not quite gazebo, not quite deck…the best of both!) at Croft Alden, just south of Hague, New York. Directly to the east, Lake George is barely visible, screened by a tall stand of pine and cedar. I can almost hear the water lapping on the shore. The sun has risen on a cool and bright August morning, and the deranged songbird outside my window insisted that I should get up and see this daily miracle for myself. He was quite correct—it is a beautiful sight.
In my lexicon “going to the water” is synonymous with rest and restoration. Growing up I spent summers on the Texas Gulf Coast, at a house that no longer exists, save in blessed memory, getting sunburned, playing in the surf and digging in the sand, reading ancient comic books and listening to Waylon and Willie and the boys, and eating icy-cold watermelon and sweet corn from the farm stand down the road. The house had no air conditioning, but with windows in all the exterior walls and ceiling fans in every room, it didn’t need it. We heard the sound of the wind and waves; we felt the breeze off the water (so much so that you actually wanted a quilt at night, even in high summer), we smelled the salt air and cut grass, and occasionally the “ew-ick” of a fish that had been left on the shore to decompose.
This time apart—this Sabbath here at the lake in New York—has been much anticipated and welcomed. We will leave two days hence, returning to our new place at Jubilee House, where we will continue to unpack and “make ourselves at home.” School starts again very soon (and already has, for some of us) and I will be beavering away on my great project that leads to “The Rev. Dr.” on my business cards.
The last few months have been something of a rollercoaster ride, but we seem to have come through with only a few chips and scratches. To all of you (and you know who you are) who have helped us in this time of transition and uncertainty, through your prayers and good will, and through offers of assistance of all kinds—may the Almighty return to you double those things which you have shared with us. We have been “bathed in grace” in these days, and the waters of this glorious lake have reminded me of that truth. “I will lift up mine eyes to the hills, from whence cometh my help.”
See you on the porch!
Monday, August 3, 2009
A New View from a New Porch
Hello my dears!
I'm writing in haste, but wanted the friends to know that the Precentor household is now fully relocated to our new digs at Jubilee House. Boxes everywhere--who knew we has so much JUNK? Relieved at having it done; a bit sad at the closing of the previous chapter of our lives; excited to see where the Holy Spirit may be blowing us now!
Email to precentor69 at yahoo dot com for direct contact information :)
See you on the porch!
I'm writing in haste, but wanted the friends to know that the Precentor household is now fully relocated to our new digs at Jubilee House. Boxes everywhere--who knew we has so much JUNK? Relieved at having it done; a bit sad at the closing of the previous chapter of our lives; excited to see where the Holy Spirit may be blowing us now!
Email to precentor69 at yahoo dot com for direct contact information :)
See you on the porch!
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Gainful Employment
Hello Dear Ones!
I’d waited to write this blog entry until it was “for sure”…and as of last night, it is. Starting on Labor Day weekend, I will be serving a congregation again, as their long-term Sunday supply priest, at least through the spring of 2010.
Living Stones Church is located in a small town (village, really) on a beautiful lake in the forest wilderness of northwestern New Jersey. (My Texas readers are encouraged not to laugh at this image—NJ is not all urban highrises and freeways, any more than Nacogdoches is all tumbleweeds and scrub cedar!) There is much potential in the place, and the congregation is going through a time of discernment, to see what the Holy Spirit is up to among them in this time. I met last week with the wardens for a delightful conversation and tour of the facilities, and last night the vestry approved my coming to them starting in September.
In the meantime, the Precentor family continues our preparations to relocate northward to Jubilee House. This will happen sooner rather than later, and certainly by the end of July at the very latest. The drive between Jubilee House and Living Stones Church is approximately forty-five minutes on a Sunday morning, with no traffic.
I know many of you have had us very much in your thoughts and prayers, and we are profoundly grateful. Keep praying—moving is not fun, even under the best of circumstances. But some thanksgivings are definitely in order just now!
See you on the porch!
I’d waited to write this blog entry until it was “for sure”…and as of last night, it is. Starting on Labor Day weekend, I will be serving a congregation again, as their long-term Sunday supply priest, at least through the spring of 2010.
Living Stones Church is located in a small town (village, really) on a beautiful lake in the forest wilderness of northwestern New Jersey. (My Texas readers are encouraged not to laugh at this image—NJ is not all urban highrises and freeways, any more than Nacogdoches is all tumbleweeds and scrub cedar!) There is much potential in the place, and the congregation is going through a time of discernment, to see what the Holy Spirit is up to among them in this time. I met last week with the wardens for a delightful conversation and tour of the facilities, and last night the vestry approved my coming to them starting in September.
In the meantime, the Precentor family continues our preparations to relocate northward to Jubilee House. This will happen sooner rather than later, and certainly by the end of July at the very latest. The drive between Jubilee House and Living Stones Church is approximately forty-five minutes on a Sunday morning, with no traffic.
I know many of you have had us very much in your thoughts and prayers, and we are profoundly grateful. Keep praying—moving is not fun, even under the best of circumstances. But some thanksgivings are definitely in order just now!
See you on the porch!
Monday, July 6, 2009
To A Congregation I Have Loved
I’ve thought a great deal about what I wanted to say today. There is much that could be said, and not nearly enough time to say everything. But there are three things I do want to say.
The first thing has to do with forgiveness. Whenever I prepare couples for marriage, I always point out to them that the prayers in the marriage service ask that God will “give them grace, when they hurt each other, to recognize and acknowledge their fault, and to seek each other’s forgiveness…” Not if, but when. It is not possible for two people to live together for any length of time without there being hurts and misunderstandings. Much less three hundred people living together. So then, for all the things that I have done, and the things I have failed to do, which have hurt you, or caused you pain, I ask your forgiveness. For the things which you have done, or failed to do, which have caused me pain, I offer you my forgiveness. They symbol of St. Peter is the keys—the ability to unlock and set free those who are bound. So then, from this day let us move forward, released from any bonds of old hurt or offense.
The second thing has to do with gratitude and thanksgiving. I have been among you for several years, and although we have definitely had our ups and downs, I have been blessed by our time together. For the most part, it has been fun. It has been joyous. It has been life-giving. And I will always be grateful for the opportunity to be among you, for this time we have had together.
And the third thing has to do with love, of course. I have loved you as well as I have been able, in the time we have had. You have loved me also, as well as you were able. And from this bond of love, from this bond only, I will not release you. For I am part of you; and you are part of me, and there is no power in heaven or on earth to change that. So remember me then, when you go to that altar for communion. Remember me, when you go out into the world to love and serve God, as you love and serve the people of God. Remember me, above all, when you SING. And as I have said to you, many times, I say to you once again:
Dear friends, life is short, and we have but little time to gladden the hearts of those who make this earthly pilgrimage with us. So be swift to love, and make haste to do kindness; and the blessing of God: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, be upon you this day, and forevermore.
The first thing has to do with forgiveness. Whenever I prepare couples for marriage, I always point out to them that the prayers in the marriage service ask that God will “give them grace, when they hurt each other, to recognize and acknowledge their fault, and to seek each other’s forgiveness…” Not if, but when. It is not possible for two people to live together for any length of time without there being hurts and misunderstandings. Much less three hundred people living together. So then, for all the things that I have done, and the things I have failed to do, which have hurt you, or caused you pain, I ask your forgiveness. For the things which you have done, or failed to do, which have caused me pain, I offer you my forgiveness. They symbol of St. Peter is the keys—the ability to unlock and set free those who are bound. So then, from this day let us move forward, released from any bonds of old hurt or offense.
The second thing has to do with gratitude and thanksgiving. I have been among you for several years, and although we have definitely had our ups and downs, I have been blessed by our time together. For the most part, it has been fun. It has been joyous. It has been life-giving. And I will always be grateful for the opportunity to be among you, for this time we have had together.
And the third thing has to do with love, of course. I have loved you as well as I have been able, in the time we have had. You have loved me also, as well as you were able. And from this bond of love, from this bond only, I will not release you. For I am part of you; and you are part of me, and there is no power in heaven or on earth to change that. So remember me then, when you go to that altar for communion. Remember me, when you go out into the world to love and serve God, as you love and serve the people of God. Remember me, above all, when you SING. And as I have said to you, many times, I say to you once again:
Dear friends, life is short, and we have but little time to gladden the hearts of those who make this earthly pilgrimage with us. So be swift to love, and make haste to do kindness; and the blessing of God: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, be upon you this day, and forevermore.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Shaking my head...
...at unbridled cluelessness.
Hello dear ones!
The latest surprise (though at this point I'm suprised by very little any longer) consisted of an invitation to return to COTID and officiate at the Sunday services, prior to the farewell reception to be held three days hence. "It would be a good ministry to the congregation."
Perhaps. However, I'm mindful of the invitation to Confession in Rite 1: "Ye who do truly and earnestly repent you of your sins, and are in love and charity with your neighbors..." And right now I'm not there. Not even close.
So although there will be a gathering this weekend of friends and well-wishers, that is all that I can manage at this time. There will be more later :)
See you on the porch!
Hello dear ones!
The latest surprise (though at this point I'm suprised by very little any longer) consisted of an invitation to return to COTID and officiate at the Sunday services, prior to the farewell reception to be held three days hence. "It would be a good ministry to the congregation."
Perhaps. However, I'm mindful of the invitation to Confession in Rite 1: "Ye who do truly and earnestly repent you of your sins, and are in love and charity with your neighbors..." And right now I'm not there. Not even close.
So although there will be a gathering this weekend of friends and well-wishers, that is all that I can manage at this time. There will be more later :)
See you on the porch!
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