I’m moving. Again. I’m hoping this move will last longer than the last eight.
My friend, Ginny, came into town to help stage and pack and say goodbye to the Rectory. The Diocese has provided packers, movers, and unpackers. I am supported, once again.
In the midst of the busyness of the weekend of pre-moving, I had the gift of attending two Eucharists. It was a good break from packing to clean up, to put my collar on, and go to worship.
As God would have it, in the midst of my own endings and beginnings, one worship was a beginning– the dedication of a new worship space. The other worship was an ending–the final worship in a parish that was closing. Both were holy.
Saturday night I attended worship at Holy Comforter Episcopal Church. Before the Tax Day Flood, they had begun their process of preparing to build a new worship space. On the eve of the final Sunday after the Epiphany, the church was full of joy and tears as the Bishop set apart one thing after another as holy. A baby was baptized. Everything was shiny and new.
Sunday morning, I attended worship at St. Timothy’s Episcopal Church. After struggling for a number of years, the parish was no longer viable. And so another Bishop gathered the people for the final Eucharist. Although only a handful of people had worshipped in the space the last few years, on this final Sunday, the church was nearly full as all sorts of people gathered to say good bye. Again there were tears, though this time they were tears of grief. But there was also joy as old friends reunited one final time.
So the rhythm continues. Ending. Beginning. Beginning. Ending.
We move towards the ending of another season of the church year. Epiphany is drawing to an end. In two days, we begin Lent.
John O’Donohue says it so well:
Though your destination is not yet clear
You can trust the promise of this opening;
Unfurl yourself into the grace of beginning
That is at one with your life’s desire.