The gifts that I received for my ordination were a bit overwhelming. (That's a word that I've been using a lot lately when thinking about the ordination - overwhelming... So much of it was.)
But the gifts, in particular, were overwhelming.
On one hand, it feels a little strange getting gifts on the occasion of an ordination - or it does to me, anyway. This is mostly because the ordination itself is such a gift. Being given the opportunity to be a priest is a gift. So to receive gifts on top of that seems almost too much.
It's not that I'm not grateful - exactly the opposite, really. I'm so grateful that I have a difficult time forming the words.
I received many gifts from so many people who have been a part of my life. Some for a few years, some for longer than I can remember. Each of the givers had given me so much over the years, and here they are - giving gifts again.
Three of those gifts in particular deserve some additional reflection.
It really is quite remarkable. Aunt Ginny, I am sure, had never even heard of a chasuble. And yet, when I asked her to make it, she easily agreed.
She is, of course, an accomplished seamstress. But she didn't do it for the love of sewing. She did it out of love for me. Whenever I wear it I will feel that love - worked into each stitch of the garment that was produced almost entirely by hand.
I have said from the beginning of thinking about this chasuble that my hope was that it would be "traditional, but not off the rack". Eventually I began to realize why that was so important to me. It's like the kind of priest that I hope to be: honoring and respecting the ancient traditions of the church - taking my share as a priest of those ancient traditions - but still new and unique in a way that honors the new work being done by God through me.
I will be forever grateful for this gift from Aunt Ginny. The gift not just of a garment, but of a symbol for my dreams for my priesthood.
It's amazing - the giving of a Eucharistic vessel. I'm young, and I expect to be a priest for a long time. I expect that I'll stand at many different altars and hold many different Eucharistic vessels as I preside at the Eucharist more times than I'll be able to count. But these vessels will go with me. They will hold the body and blood of Christ - as it is known to us in the breaking of bread and as it is known to me in the love of my family and community. They are beautiful, but nowhere nearly as beautiful as the love that they represent.
As I understand the story, +Fred was initially reluctant to ordain Elizabeth+ out of a fear that she would be "an embarrassment to the church". To our great fortune, he eventually came around and ordained her. But she took that calling seriously and has worked tirelessly for more than 23 years to prove him right - to embarrass the church everywhere that it needed it and to call it to repentance.
When +Fred died, his pectoral cross was given to Elizabeth+, along with his prayer book.
Elizabeth+ gave me that cross on the day of my ordination as a priest.
I am humbled.
I will treasure it for the rest of my life, and hold it as a symbol of the mark that Elizabeth+ has left on my own priesthood.
The common thread which runs through all of these gifts is that of love and community. That community raised me, both in my family of origin and its extensions, and in the larger family of friends, colleagues, and mentors. It continues to raise me and to love me.
That's the love and community to which Christ is calling us.
I know this.
I know about love and community and family and support.
But when I forget, I'll have some outward and visible signs to remind me.
Maybe it is all too much.
But so is the love of God. I am so grateful for that abundance.
Here's a picture of +Fred - a scan of a photo of a portrait (hehehe...) given to me this morning by Elizabeth+. I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I do.
Just a few corrections: +Fred didn't want to ordain me because I am a woman. As a devout Anglo-Catholic of the old school, he was initially deeply opposed to the ordination of women. Voted against it and spoke openly against it in the HOB. Even organized against it. Then, he got sober and came out and experienced a conversion. The last woman he ordained was his own daughter.
He always said of +Jack Iker: "He has three daughters. Because God has a sense of humor, one will be a 'good wife', one will be a lesbian and one will be a priest."
It was +Ed Chalfant, his successor, who was hesitant to approve my ordination because of my sexual orientation, fearing that I would become "an embarrassment to the church". He later left office after several women ( 3? 6?) came forward to say that they had had an affair with him.
Lesson: be very careful what you say as your words may come back to haunt you.
Finally: what I gave you was not his diocesan pectoral cross but "one" of his pectoral crosses. It's lovely, isn't it? But, he would have chewed ground glass from his grave at the very thought of a woman wearing it, pink stones not withstanding. I'm sure he is delighted with its new 'home'.
He was a handsome divil, eh?
Word verification: whopers.