Welcomed Into Baptism

So, this is where the Journey has brought me thus far: tonight I will be Baptized into the Episcopal Church. Given all the divergent expressions of Christian faith, why this specific path? I can sum it up in five words - the five words on the banner I have noticed lately in every town or city I've passed through where a representative of this denomination resides: The Episcopal Church Welcomes You.

A simple collection of words, easily seen perhaps as a marketing catchphrase (and they do like putting it in red)... what I learned from my first foray into this a year ago, and see every time I come in contact with them, is that for Episcopalians - at least those I have encountered - this is a statement of Faith-in-practice. I have found this to be true when I went to services recently in Las Vegas, last summer in the little town of Gunnison, Colorado and in the Episcopal churches I have visited here in Berkeley... most especially, of course, at All Souls Parish which has become our home congregation. I have spoken a bit about why I came to the practice of (admittedly liberal) Christianity... this practice of welcome is why I chose Episcopalianism, and All Souls in particular.

When I first looked into Episcopal worship in our area, I saw the Welcome banners and wondered whether they meant what they said. When I sat for a small weekday service in All Souls, I wasn't sure how or whether it would differ from churches of other faiths I'd been to here and there in my life.  I first went in to look at the church itself, and then sat in the little downstairs chapel where a small noon service was going to be held, looking through a Book of Common Prayer. This is from my journal that day, March 31, 2011:

A priest came in and introduced himself ("Hi, I'm Phil!"... no official title or formality)... we spent about 20 minutes discussing the church, why I was there and what I was looking for, both for Mark and me as a couple, and for myself. I wanted to know if we were or would be truly welcome, even if he knew my past, so I shared some of it: my studies in religion and practicing various faiths... that the people I tend to be around look down on organized religions, especially Christian faiths (and that I had as well)... that I'd been married and divorced... to his credit, Father Phil didn't bat an eyelash. He was compassionate and welcoming, and I began to share some of my deeper thoughts. What followed, after sharing some very "real" thoughts, fears and hopes... was that Father Phil looked at me, smiled, and said, "well we're really glad you're here - welcome".

I brought Mark back that Sunday, and during the service we filled out a little card from the church's "Welcome Packet", with our names & basic info. Sure, why not? That evening, there was a knock on our front door. My daughter, Ceilidh, went to answer it, then came to get me. "Mom? There are Church People here." "There are?" She nodded. "With loaves!" It was an odd statement, and she'd said it in a rather Monty Python-esque manner. I went to the door to greet the two who stood there, and it was true... they held out two foil-wrapped mini-loaves (which I later discovered were home-made banana bread & zucchini bread), and told us it was just a little something to welcome us. We exchanged a few pleasant words, and they left. Ceilidh was having a fun time reiterating her observation - "Church people... with Loaves!" As is evident, we're still talking about it a year later, and I hope it's a practice that the parish is able to continue - actually, I hope that more congregations will adopt it. It was such a simple thing, and yet to me it spoke volumes about the parish and the people who participate there. 

Mark has referred to that evening as a "drive-by loafing". Father Phil's take on it? "That's how we roll."

Indeed. And the brand of Christianity I've seen practiced in this last year has renewed my faith in that path.  For many years, I had said that "I don't have any problem with Christ - just with a lot of his followers". Jesus' teachings of Love, Forgiveness and Compassion drew me in; but the hypocrisy and lack of actual practice of those values from many of his followers I had encountered or observed - pushed me away. The people at All Souls and the Episcopal Church in general, pulled me in. Not by professing to be perfect or even close to it (though many of the people I've met, are quite exemplary I think), but because they believe in and do their best to practice their faith. The motto on my parish's website is, "All souls welcome. Visitors expected". That is expanded upon in their opening statement, which is also written in the church bulletin every week: No matter who you are or where you are on the spiritual journey, you are welcome here!

To my surprise and great delight, I have found the Church to be as welcoming as it claims. Oh - and the loaves were, of course, delicious. /4/7/12