Here's a vision. We, our Trinity family, are the confident-appearing circus athlete standing on the grounded end of a see-saw. Swinging above the other end is our marvelous Visioning Team, an athlete like us (well, us too, sort of; it's my vision), jazzily attired and appearing just as confident. If all goes well, if the timing is just right, if we've trained well for this moment, jazzily attired will sail off the swing, land gracefully on the empty end, and hurl us heavenward in our beautiful Episcopal colors. I don't know about you, Partner, but I think we're all a little scared. Where will we land? It's a teeter-totter image to start with, and now it is fading in the gray mists that dampen our form fitting sweats these early January mornings.
Does your landing point look like mine, Partner? I very much cherish our traditions: the music; the Book of Common Prayer,our guide; the seasons of our calendar. But will these be impediments for those we might be calling to join our family? For our new brothers and sisters from El Salvador? For those black neighbors and those poor of all shades seeking a spiritual home, who, if we land just right, might come forward from their shyly chosen back pews to which our daring leap had drawn them, to uninhibitedly join us in our happy Peace fests? For those of the demographic multitude through which I, and perhaps you, Partner, once so confidentially strutted: those twenties, those thirties and up, skeptical, scornful of religion and particularly of one calling itself Christian? For forty years I was one such smart feller, and my heart goes out to those poor blockheads. My sons live and move within that demographic crowd, so my heart quickens for them in particular. But for all who may hesitate to join our family, my inner voice yells, “Jump! There's room for you.” May all impediments be spanned. Together may we enjoy one beautiful landing.
They need us. We need them. The guy in the jazzy pants is signaling. He's floating through the air with the greatest of ease. The bass drummer and the guy with the sousaphone are striking up Entrance of the Gladiators. And here we go! Rising heavenward in our beautiful Episcopal colors. Pray for our Visioning Team. Pray for us and for all of God's children. Happy New Year.