by Carrie Graves
All Hallow’s Eve was a clear-skied, cool day in Washington, DC. The National Cathedral stood out against the sky like a “castle,” as one DC Uber driver put it. The Cathedral was ready for a big event to take place on her grounds and in her sanctuary the next day on All Saints’. Her noonday bells began to clang with Beethoven’s 9th, followed by Lift Every Voice and Sing, hinting at the cycle of the Good News to take place over the next 24 hours.
All Hallow’s Eve was a clear-skied, cool day in Washington, DC. The National Cathedral stood out against the sky like a “castle,” as one DC Uber driver put it. The Cathedral was ready for a big event to take place on her grounds and in her sanctuary the next day on All Saints’. Her noonday bells began to clang with Beethoven’s 9th, followed by Lift Every Voice and Sing, hinting at the cycle of the Good News to take place over the next 24 hours.
All Hallow’s Eve is the time when we, as Christians, can
recognize, act out and even laugh at the darkness inside and outside of ourselves, knowing
that the next day, we celebrate the community of saints. On the third day, we
recognize the redemption of All Souls and the notion that, as
Presiding Bishop Michael Curry would say, “All
Lives Matter.”
The evening of October 31st in Georgetown was one
of welcome, joy and celebration. Families came out in droves to trick or treat, and the stranger was greeted happily at every door in the neighborhood of
Glover Park. The diverse community – students, parents, people of faith from
several religious denominations, and an international families– gathered to
be together and have fun, laughing at the darkness that separates us during the day.
The next morning brought light rain, a good sign, perhaps,
as is told to a bride on her rainy wedding day? By 10:30 am, hundreds of people
stood in a semi-circle in front of the Cathedral, excitedly awaiting their turn
to enter. The rain had let up, a cool breeze blew, and the international family
that comprises The Episcopal Church greeted each other with joy, hinting at what it might be like in the kingdom of heaven, where we are all together, feasting in love as
one.
As I approached the enormous line with anticipation, I did
not expect to see anyone I knew. I heard my name. It was Mary Waldo. I walked a
few more feet and saw Scooty Burch and Angela Daniel (Province IV
President), two of our deputies to General Convention, at which we elected our new Presiding Bishop this summer in Salt Lake City.
Scooty’s husband, Dr. Earl Burch, had traveled across the sea to
Haiti the day before in his role as EDUSC Partnership Cange Coordinator. Yet
the Bishop of Haiti was just across the driveway from us in Washington, DC, perhaps having
crossed Earl in the air on Saturday? Father
Casseus, Canon to the Ordinary to
the Diocese of Haiti, stood in line in front of the Cathedral. The web of
connection was almost tangible. The line continued to grow into what was “one
of the longest lines in Cathedral history,” according to a staff person.
Father Casseus photo credit Episcopal Diocese of Upper SC |
Looking to the center I saw a straight line of bishops making a cross through the semi-circle of congregants. Bishop Waldo came scooting up
to his place in line with an excited air. Getting permission from Cathedral
staff, I ran over to greet him. Seconds later Bishop Gene Robinson walked up to greets us
both – all together for this happy occasion, regardless of doctrinal position.
Bishop Waldo before the service photo credit Episcopal Diocese of Upper SC |
It was time for me to head to the east end of the Cathedral,
where I could enter the South Balcony for my press seat. And then... it was time to get
up and run back to the front of the
Cathedral to await Bishop Curry’s knock for entry to the Cathedral.
By this time the sun was shining brightly on the Presiding
Bishop’s head.
Bishop Curry seeks entry to the Cathedral photo credit Episcopal Diocese Upper SC |
Bishop Curry enters the Cathedral photo credit Episcopal Diocese of Upper SC |
Words echoed from the back of the nave:
Dear
friends in Christ, we bring before you this pastor and bishop who has served
among us faithfully. With gratitude in our hearts, we send him forth to be
Chief Pastor and Primate of this Church.
Tell
us who you are.
I
am Michael Bruce Curry, a child of God, baptized in St. Simon of Cyrene Church
on May 3, 1953, and since that time I have sought to be a faithful disciple of
Jesus Christ.
Our 26th Presiding Bishop, The Most Reverend
Katharine Jefferts Schori, blessed water. She and Bishop Curry practically
danced up the nave to Wade in the Water,
asperging the congregation. Approaching the Great Choir, Bishop Curry was led
to the Presiding Bishop’s stall:
Bishop's Stall at WNC photo credit Episopal Diocese of Upper SC |
On
this historic day we extend to you the hospitality of the Cathedral Church for
the exercise of your ministry, and invite you to take your seat in this chair,
which is symbolic of the office of Presiding Bishop of The Episcopal Church and
Primate.
After kneeling and praying, Bishop Curry joined Bishop
Katharine in front of the altar to receive the Pastoral Staff, symbol of his authority
and ministry as Chief Pastor and Primate of The Episcopal Church.
Bishop Curry accepted, and Bishop Katharine
threw her arms
around him in a gesture of love and gratitude for his service and ministry.
Bishop Katharine hugs Bishop Curry photo credit Episcopal Diocese of Upper SC |
The Liturgy of the Word was filled with prayers, songs and lessons
read and sung in different languages and styles, representing the worldwide presence of The
Episcopal Church and connecting us across all cultural traditions within the
Church.
And then, the moment you’ve all been waiting for… the
preaching! Michael Curry doesn’t preach without exclamation points. You can
watch his sermon here:
Bishop Curry’s faithful love of all people rang through in
his words, sharing the love of Jesus with ALL
people. He urged us to care for Mother Earth and every person that dwells here
with us, letting no child starve, enivisoning "a new heaven and a new earth." This is the Jesus
Movement, Curry announced. We are his disciples. We are all part of the Jesus
Movement.
Perhaps the most moving part of the sermon is the story he told
about a black couple, she an Episcopalian, he studying to be a
Baptist minister. They attended worship one Sunday in the 1940s at an Episcopal Church –
before Rosa Parks sat down on the bus and while Martin Luther
King was still in seminary. They approached the rail for communion. Bishop
Curry, in his traditional humor-filled preaching style (see the list of Top Ten Things Most Likely to Be Heard in a
Michael Curry Sermon here), acted out the role of the priest bearing the wine who
had only
one cup. What to do?!
That couple were served from the one cup. (Equipped with hyper-zoom vision it’s likely we could have seen goosebumps on the arms of the people in the Cathedral in that moment.) The man decided right there that any church where
black and white could be served from one cup was a church he wanted to be a
part of. He hadn't thought that could happen in America. Spoiler Alert: Bishop Curry stated that the couple were the parents of your Presiding Bishop. Silence followed…
This story is perhaps most powerful to those of us in the
South, who also probably cannot imagine this event occurring in America before
desegregation. Bishop Curry used the story to highlight that his ministry in
the next nine years will be about reconciliation of all people, but that a key
stepping stone to the coming of the kingdom is racial reconciliation in the
United States. (If you haven’t watched A
Seat at the Table, an ETV documentary on race reconciliation, you may view it here.)
The Cathedral Choir of Men and Girls photo credit Episcopal Diocese of Upper SC |
Bishop Curry began to celebrate his first Holy Eucharist as
Presiding Bishop. After his blessing the bread and wine, all sang the Lord’s
Prayer (Albert Hay Malotte 1895 – 1964).
In the north transept, clergy and communicants held hands across the aisle.
Midway down the nave, the acolytes held hands. On either side of the nave,
bishops, communicants, and staff held hands. At the doxology (For thine is the kingdom…) the people
raised their held hands, gently lowering them back down to land with the Amen. It was a Kairos moment.
Holding hands in the north transept during the Lord's Prayer photo credit Episcopal Diocese of Upper SC |
Hands raised and held during the doxology in the nave photo credit Episcopal Diocese of Upper SC |
And then the people exited to wait in line. For nearly three more hours Bishop Curry stood, guarded by police officers and surrounded by a near mob, greeting and loving and hugging and blessing everyone who came into his presence. One young police officer stated, “This is like the Pope came back!”
At one point during the receiving event, a tall priest came
rambling up beside the line saying “I gotta cut to the front of the line. I got
a plane to catch.” As he got closer he began shouting, “That’s MY son! That’s
MY son!” Again, goosebumps all around as people scrambled to get out their
cameras and phones to capture a proud mother and father with their son.
Bishop Curry with his father photo credit Episcopal Diocese of Upper SC |
Bishop Curry with his parents photo credit Episcopal Diocese of Upper SC |
The people of EDUSC welcome the one who is sent, The Most
Reverend Michael Bruce Curry, first among equals. We look forward to our shared
ministry with you as the people of The Episcopal Church.