The Dedication of the Church

As far as I can tell, the anniversary of the dedication of Saint Mary’s church building has never been celebrated on the actual anniversary.  The church was consecrated by the Right Reverend Henry Codman Potter, bishop of New York, on December 12, 1895.  Yet the first service had already been held, on December 8, 1895.  Beginning in 1896, December 8 was celebrated as the Anniversary of the Dedication of the Church.

A Lovely Gift

The Reverend Gene Paradise is a longtime friend of Saint Mary’s.  He is presently associate for senior pastoral care at Saint Luke’s Church, Atlanta, after having retired as rector of Saint Michael’s Church in Waynesboro, Georgia and after serving the Church in many positions since ordination in 1983.  Father was a member of Saint Mary’s from 1963 through 1967.  He’s been here several times since I’ve been rector.

Ordination

On Saturday, September 20, John Beddingfield is to be ordained priest at the Cathedral.  I met John shortly after I arrived in New York.  He invited me to dinner on Sunday night, February 28, 1999.  He told me something about himself, he spoke of his hope that he might be called to priesthood in this Church, and he asked me if I thought he might be a postulant for Holy Orders from Saint Mary’s.

Holy Cross Day 2003

For liturgical Christians in the United States and elsewhere, the Feast of the Transfiguration of Our Lord, August 6, does not stand by itself.  August 6 is the anniversary of the dropping of the atomic bomb on Hiroshima.  The mystery of war and victory is with us on that day whether the preacher mentions it or not.  I cannot hear the gospel account of the Lord being transfigured by light without remembering how terrible and high the cost of peace in this world is.

Liturgical Things

I happened to be in Rome this spring on the weekend that a prominent group of Roman Catholics was gathering at the Basilica of Santa Maria Maggiore to celebrate a solemn Mass using the rite of the Roman Church on the eve of Vatican II. 

September 11, 2003

Earlier this year when plans were being made in the church office for the fall I had thought that there would be no special services at Saint Mary’s this year on September 11.  I expected us to do the regular Masses of the day with a commemoration of the departed during the Prayers of the People.  I now realize the pastoral need for us to do something more.

Assumption at Saint Mary’s

Shortly after 8:00 AM on Friday, August 15, electric power returned to Times Square.  A few minutes later two of our sextons, who had spent the night here – and would spend a second night here because transportation would still be a problem, opened the doors. 

Lectionary Learning

Saint Mary’s continues the celebration of Daily Morning and Evening Prayer (otherwise known as “The Daily Office” or, more simply, “The Offices” or “The Office”) in a fairly traditional parochial way.  Except on Saturday mornings (when the church doesn’t open until 10:00 AM), Morning and Evening Prayer are offered daily.  Along with the Daily Office, at Saint Mary’s there is a Daily celebration of the Eucharist.  A lot of Scripture is read, prayed and proclaimed every day here.

This week at Saint Mary’s

My office is in one of the galleries that overlooks the parish hall.  This morning there is the sound of construction in the third floor office above me and the sound of carpentry coming from the organ gallery next to my office.  The balustrade in the organ loft required rebuilding.  During his first summer at Saint Mary’s, Robert McCormick leaned over the rail and it leaned with him.  The internal wooden supports have been well used since 1895.

Parish Clergy

Several weeks ago I sat down with a committee to show them the letters of application and resumes I had received for the position of “Curate: Assistant for Liturgy and Education.”   I showed the committee how I had sorted through them, saying there were two people I wanted to interview.  Then I added a blank sheet of paper.  “This represents someone who hasn’t yet finished seminary.”

Looking Ahead

During my first summer in New York a friend remarked to me how important it was to work hard during the summer here because if one didn’t, the fall would be impossible.  I have certainly found this to be true.  It doesn’t seem to slow down except when one manages to get out of town.  Planning for the fall at Saint Mary’s is well under way and the calendar is filling up.

Faith of our Fathers

There are many wonderful ironies in life.  One of the great church hymn ironies is the use of the hymn “Faith of our fathers! living still” by Protestant Christians.  The text is by Frederick William Faber (1814-1863).  Ordained in the Church of England in 1837, he became a Roman Catholic in 1845.  This was one of his early hymns as a Roman Catholic.  The “faith” of which the hymn speaks is Roman Catholicism which still survived in England “in spite of dungeon, fire, and sword.”  The original verse three (always omitted from our Hymnal) reads:

Summer Transitions

Father Matthew Weiler leaves for vacation on Saturday, July 12.  He will return for one more week with us in August.  He will celebrate and preach the 10:00 AM and 11:00 AM Masses on August 10.  His last day with us will be Friday, August 15, the Feast of the Assumption.  Father will begin an S.T.M. program at the Yale Divinity School in September.

Vestments

The Sunday in June that I was in Rome I attended the Solemn Mass of the day and Solemn Vespers at Saint Peter’s Basilica.  Both services were held in the apse behind the papal altar.  It is a large space.  It was packed.  We were there early but all the seats were gone.  Fortunately, our host was one of the many concelebrants that morning and knew his way around.  In that he was dressed in a cassock, spoke Italian and appeared to know the right moves, he was able to find us a space to stand.  Robert McCormick and I had the privilege of leaning against a pillar by the organ and choir – along with some parents of the choir members.  Singing that day was a student choir from Notre Dame-- yes, South Bend, Indiana.

What a Sunday

It was raining last Sunday morning, Corpus Christi, when New York City rolled out of bed.  It poured rain during the 10:00 AM Mass.  Personally, I haven’t had a great deal of luck with weather on many significant days in my life.  I am resigned to the weather doing its own thing.

Not Even Crumbs

I traveled from Rome to London on Tuesday, May 27.  I had been in Rome six days.  I had had a wonderful time in a wonderful place and I knew I would be coming back to Rome for three nights after my trip to England.  In London I was the guest of Father Alan and Theresa Moses, well known to many in our parish here.  Father is vicar of All Saints Margaret Street.

Seeing Christ

There were many wonderful and interesting church moments during my trip to Rome and London.  It was great to see the Shins and the Moses at All Saints Margaret Street.  It was a great honor to preach at All Saints.  I got the opportunity to have many substantive conversations with Anglican and Roman Catholic scholars.  And I got to go to church a lot.  It was a good trip on every level.  One of the things that is clear to me – and many of you already knew this – we are doing fine at Saint Mary’s.  The liturgical life of this parish, including its music program, are very much on the right track.

From Father Weiler: Visitations

We live in a highly mobile culture.  For example, I was born one place, grew up mostly in a second, spent the majority of my summers in a third, went to graduate school (twice) in a fourth and fifth, and at the moment live in yet a sixth place.  All this movement, combined with all the movements of everyone else I know, has resulted in my having family and friends in a couple dozen cities, many states, several countries, and four continents.  If I had the time and the money, taking a round-the-world trip to visit all of my family and friends could be quite an adventure. 

From Father Beddingfield:  Do we look up or do we look out?

“And while they were gazing into heaven as [Jesus] went, behold, two men stood by them in white robes, and said, ‘Men of Galilee, why do you stand looking into heaven?’”—Acts 1:10-11a

After the resurrection of Jesus, the disciples enjoyed forty days during which Jesus continued to appear to them, to teach them, to invite them closer, and to lead them.  And then he was gone.  He ascended into heaven, returning to the Father, allowing the Holy Spirit free movement on earth.  I can imagine those first disciples, looking upward in confusion and awe.  I imagine there might have been other feelings too, as Jesus was taken from them.  I expect they might have been angry that he was leaving them, afraid of being abandoned, worried about what might come next, wondering who now might lead them. 

From Father Smith:  The Love of God

“When they came to Jesus and saw that he was already dead, they did not break his legs.  But one of the soldiers pierced his side with a spear, and at once there came out blood and water.”—John 19:33-34

My father was a quiet and reserved man.  He wasn’t shy, but he didn’t reveal certain emotions willingly or with ease.  He was born into a family whose religious faith was superficial at best; and so, his life changed dramatically when he met and married my mother.  For her, and her large Irish Catholic family,