Chronicles of Canterbury
january 2015
From the Rector at the 2014 Annual Meeting
We Are Many, And We Are One
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ith the Lord one day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like one day. The Lord is not slow but patient, not wanting any to perish, but all to come to repentance. One day all will wash away. One day a new heaven and a new earth will come to be. One day the way of God will be the only way, and righteousness will be at home, and those who watch and wait in lives of holiness and godliness, these will find the salvation of a patient God, who really wants all to come to repentance. I love the second letter of Peter. I hope you will all remember these words. For when you need them they will reassure you. One day, perhaps already, you will need the saving reassurance of the patient God who is seeking you — even when you always thought you were the one seeking him. Yes, God waits for us. He designed us. He made us. He gives us brains to think. He sends prophets to teach. He lived and died in the flesh, his own will and word incarnate in Christ. And He sustains us in the Church by his spirit.
and downs. When I think of all that has passed this year in our life together. The struggles we’ve faced. All of us. We’ve had heart attacks. Cancer. Surgeries and illness and the loss of friends, and mothers, and fathers, and on and on. We’ve had children. And sent them to college. And gotten them married. And seen them be happy, and sad, and sick, and well. And when I say “we” I mean “we followers of Jesus Christ” at this church. All the lives you and I are living: how hard, and blessed, and difficult, and grateful, and lucky and unlucky we are. Brothers and sisters in Christ we are a bunch of human beings in here for sure. We are many. But we are one. We are not all the same, but we all have the same essential identity. We don’t vote the same politics, or drive to the same neighborhoods, or share opinions on all sorts of things which are important to us. But what matters most is what makes us one and that is the nature of the one for whom we are here.We are here, today and every day, to worship and adore Christ who is the will and word of God. We are the choir God has put together. To sing the song of the
See RECTOR on page 12
what’s inside
I get fuzzy-headed when I think about the passing of time: My life. My years. Moving right along. The ups
2 A Single Spark
Senior Warden’s Report from the Annual Meeting
3 Vestments 4 Jr. Warden Report 8 ECW 2015 9 ECW Chapters 10 Day School Pilots Parenting Program 11 Youth-led Ministry 12 OWLS Events 13 Archival Treasures 14 Briefly 15 Lifelong Disciple
Prepared for Service, Yet Served by the Church
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ou have to know: one of the first things you think of when you become Senior Warden is, “I’ve got to give that speech next year.” I have experienced a One thing that makes it worse, glorious part of this is to follow someone like Beth church, and I want to Grace. She is just made for pass it on to you. that…cute, funny, has a great God is in this Holy story about meeting Gwen place. His presence Nicholson on her first visit — is obvious and His holding hands — who can top purpose is being that? fulfilled. I was wondering...maybe the first person I met at St. Michael’s was Gwen Nicholson, too, except she wouldn’t have said “are you new to St. Michael’s?” No, in my case she might have said, “Little boy, do you need your diaper changed again ?” Well…it could have happened.
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You see, my first memories of St. Michael’s are a little fuzzy. This is the first church I ever attended, even as a toddler in the nursery. Maybe Gwen had that nursery duty, I don’t know. The Nicholsons and my parents were founding members. We attended services in the little red church. We watched as the “Big Church” was being built. Some things were very different then. One year ago, as Beth Grace enthralled us with her story and her experience as Senior Warden, I sat and listened, thinking about how I might serve the Church in the New Year. I promise you, I had ambitious plans or maybe I should say, “dreams.” I hoped for a year of serious spiritual growth. Sally and I had just returned from the funeral of our nephew, Thompson. We were emotionally spent, but
see WARDEN on page 6