Down at the Railroad Station

by Jack Evans, St. Timothy's, Columbia

Dateline: Richmond, Virginia, July 25, 2015

It was some three or four months ago that we received a colorful card from my wife Mary’s brother Frank and sister-in-law Arja advising us to hold the above date open for their son Harri’s wedding. We duly recorded the date on all our calendars and stood by for further instructions.

As the day approached we received an invitation with further instructions as to the time and location of said wedding and all the celebrations that went along with it.

During the following weeks I was working hard to gain a full recovery from a terrible fall I had had on Good Friday, April 3^rd off the front porch of a cousin’s house in Calhoun Falls, SC. Fortunately I was able to prepare for the big day coming on July 25.

The wedding was set to take place on the second floor of the Richmond Railroad Station, the reception on the first floor and then back to the second floor for dinner. I was anxious to see how the scenes would be set for this undertaking.

A few weeks prior to the wedding I was honored to be asked to play a speaking part in the wedding by reading Scripture that would be assigned to me as the day approached. It turned out to be verses from Chapters 2 and 8 of the Song of Solomon so I began getting familiar with the script that Solomon presented.

The day of departure finally arrived and we left for Virginia on July 24 with grandchildren Thomas and Anna and all our luggage in the Honda Van. Our son Worthy drove up alone and we all arrived at or about the same time on Friday afternoon. Reservations were set for all of us at a Comfort Suites Inn just north of Richmond and cocktails and dinner were scheduled for that evening. The hotel was great as was the restaurant and a good time was enjoyed by all of us, along with perhaps a hundred other guests.

The wedding day dawned beautifully in the suburbs and we all prepared for the trip to the railroad station. We arrived in plenty of time and the “set” was arranged perfectly for the wedding itself: Plenty of seating with white folding chairs. As we arrived, the tiny clergy lady, a priest from a nearby Episcopal Church was arranging a portable lectern and microphone. She was not really ancient but she did look to be at or near retirement. She was most pleasant and very alert as to all that was happening around her. She briefed me on how she would signal when it was time for me to read and handed me a bible with the total reading taped inside the bible all clear on one sheet of paper. I was the first reader and two others came behind me. We were to hand the bible off to each other.

The beautiful bride and dashingly handsome groom soon arrived for the beginning of the wedding and the priest spoke a few words to them assuring everyone that they accepted each other as man and wife. Then the readings took place. Afterward the priest did the usual reading of the marriage words with a short homily, and then the bride and groom stated their final vows. It was a most spiritual and meaningful wedding ceremony and perhaps the most beautiful unfolding of a wedding I had ever seen or been part of in my lifetime, all taking place in a railroad station with no mention of a church of any kind. The tiny little priest was really effective in proving that God is not restricted to the inside of the four walls of a church but could be present in everything at anytime, anywhere and He was surely present on this particular day in Richmond, Virginia, down at the Railroad Station. 

Amen and Amen.

Jack Evans is a long-time communicant of EDUSC and has served as senior warden and in many other capacities in several parishes.

Freedom Ride 2015: Life Every Voice

by Gavin Kenner, All Saints' Cayce

Gavin Kenner with Presiding Bishop Elect Michael Curry

My name is Gavin Kenner. I am an active member at All Saints’, Cayce. From July 12^th through the 18^th, I was on a mission trip called Freedom Ride 2015: Lift Every Voice. It was about how many people during the Civil Rights Movement protested using non-violence, in their effort to have all people treated equally.

During my mission trip we stayed at Haw River State Park in North Carolina.  About 70 people, from all over the United States, came to this event. We also had participants from South Africa, Cape Town, and Botswana. 

We visited many historic places, like the International Civil Rights Museum where the original Greensboro lunch counter sit-ins occurred. One of the participants in the sit-in was present at the Museum; his name was Joseph McNeil. We visited a plantation that was still standing, called the “Harts Plantation.”  It’s located in Stagville, NC. 

An actor/singer did a play of “Blood Done Sign My Name” on Thursday, and a band called “Beast” did a jazz, free-flowing kind of jam on Thursday, also. Friday was a wrap up of everything.  

We all also got to meet and greet the Presiding Bishop-elect, Michael Curry. On Wednesday we celebrated worship with Curry, and it was a truly moving experience.  When he was preaching his sermon, he focused on one statement that was stated multiple times: “We are in the Jesus Movement and we are part of it!” That caught my attention. He is a wonderful preacher.

I must say Freedom Ride 2015: Lift Every Voice was an experience I will never forget. Freedom Ride is a three-year program and I’ve completed the first year. Next year it will be hosted in South Africa, in Cape Town. I hope I get selected to go! I truly recommend this experience to anyone.

Simplicity and Calm from Wells Cathedral

by Doak Wolfe
Associate for Liturgy, Music and Administration
Trinity Episcopal Cathedral, Columbia

Awesome” may be the most over- and mis-used word in modern parlance, but it was spot-on for our experience at Wells Cathedral.  You could not help being filled with awe while worshipping God in that ancient and venerable space, as many of our choristers have already written.  But I had another experience, both in worship and in working with the Wells clergy and staff, that rivaled awe: simplicity and calm.  And for me, God spoke as much through the quiet and stillness as through the grandeur and spectacle.

Wells has had more than a thousand years to “work” on the worship of God, and for almost five hundred years the structure of their liturgies has been basically what we are familiar with at Trinity. I couldn’t help feeling that they have used that time to hone and focus.  In their services, there are no unnecessary words, no extraneous movements; everything is simple and direct and therefore important.  The music we provided at Evensong each day was integrated thoughtfully with the other elements of the service: each day the officiant’s prayers and intercessions wove texts that we had sung with the lessons that had been read and with concerns for our world.  Everything had a purpose, and there was enough silence for the purpose to be understood.  As we quietly processed each day over cool, uneven stones worn by centuries of Christians who had done the exact same thing we were doing, the sense of communion was inescapable.

We were welcomed at Wells notsomuch as visitors and guests, but as fellow ministers, and I am very proud that our choristers understood and lived into that role.  Each time we’ve made a pilgrimage to holy places – Gloucester, Canterbury, Assisi, Rome, and even just to other churches in this country – some new depth of understanding has come back with us.  I can’t wait to see how the magnificent serenity of Wells will speak to us at Trinity.

republished with permission from the trinitychoiruktour2015 blog