Friday, 17 October 2014

The death of my Bishop: M.Thomas Shaw.

The following (after  ***)  is a tender and accurate Boston Globe story about the death of my Bishop, the Rt. Revd M. Thomas Shaw, SSJE. (Click on the link, or read the text).
First, my comments:
(For those who are not Episcopalians/Anglicans – yes there are monks and nuns [ spiritual brothers  and sisters]  who are members of various monastic and conventual “orders” in the Anglican Communion.  Bishop Shaw was a monk in one of those orders “The Society of St. John the Evangelist”, hence SSJE..
When I was appointed to be the Rector at St. James’s, Cambridge, MA in August 2000, Bishop Shaw welcomed me with open arms.  Although I had never served under his leadership he somehow knew a bit about me, and he was delighted that I would serve St. James’s.
Bishop Shaw became the Bishop of a divided and fractious Diocese of Massachusetts in Jan 1995. His servant leadership led to deep unity within the Diocese, and a renewal of God’s mission through the Church:  to preach and live the gospel.
When he visited our congregation I noted that he was present first to listen, and second to teach and preach.  He had an iron hand in a velvet glove -  a hand he used sparingly and wisely.
You will see that his first given name was “Marvil”.  He joked about this. At the time his Suffragan (Assisting) Bishops were the Rt. Revd. Barbara C. Harris, and the Rt. Revd. Roy Cederholm.  Bishop Cederholm was always known as “Bud” (probably from his youth). Bishop Shaw said that they sounded like a bowling league team “Marv, Bud and Babs”.
As you read the obit. You will see that his predecessor, Bishop David Johnson, committed suicide, (a ghastly event which Bishop Shaw handled with wisdom, compassion and public honesty).  Tom Shaw knew that “Church Secrets” are always dangerous.
In that small world which is the Episcopal Church, note that David Johnson had been the Rector at St. Boniface, Sarasota, FL, the parish at which now I assist-in-retirement.
As I thought today about Tom, (as he wanted his clerics to call him), I realized that he had been my Bishop for longer than any other.
I served first in the Diocese of Western Massachusetts. The following dates are not the years of service of these Bishops, but rather the years during which I served under them
Bishop Alexander Stewart 1976-1984
Bishop Andrew Wissemann (my predecessor at St. Stephen’s, Pittsfield MA 1984 -1992
Bishop Robert Denig 1993-1995 (he died from as a result of a very aggressive cancer after only 27 months in office).  ( Bishop Shaw preached a tender and faithful to the Gospel sermon at Bishop Denig's funeral)
Bishop Gordon Scruton 1996-2000
Thus Bishop Shaw became my Bishop in 200o, and even though I retired in 2006 and moved to Florida, he continued to be the Bishop under whom I served though 2014.
(When Episcopal Ministers retire they continue to be accountable to the Bishop under whom they served at the time of retirement, even if they move to live in another  “jurisdiction”. Thus I am a Priest of the Diocese of Massachusetts, who is licensed to serve in the Diocese of South West Florida).
That arcane information apart, I give thanks for the life, witness and ministry of Bishop M. Thomas Shaw, my Bishop from 2000-2014
*** the following is from the Boston Globe.
Soft-spoken and clad in a subdued black robe of his monastic order, the Right Rev. M. Thomas Shaw seemed an unlikely choice in 1994 to lead one of the largest Episcopal dioceses in the nation. Yet his unswerving devotion to spirituality and his unwillingness to avoid political controversy turned him into one of the most visible and vocal religious leaders of his time.
“Ever since I was a little boy I wanted to do the will of God,” Bishop Shaw told the Globe two years into his 20-year tenure as head of the Episcopal Diocese of Massachusetts.
Diagnosed with brain cancer nearly a year and a half ago, Bishop Shaw died Friday. He was 69.
For Bishop Shaw, once called upon to be a leader, fulfilling the will of God meant becoming a citizen of the world far beyond the doors of the serene monastery on Memorial Drive in Cambridge that was his home for nearly four decades. Though he preferred the life of a monk, he appeared in national TV interviews, lobbied State House officials, worked as an unpaid congressional intern, traveled to distant dangerous lands, and created programs to address urban violence, particularly among the young.
He also went online with “Monk in the midst: Bishop Shaw’s blog.” Still, his presence always reflected his background, and he wore his monastic garb whether riding the T to his downtown Boston office or walking through Washington’s halls of power.
Among Boston’s most powerful clergy, Bishop Shaw was an early, key advocate for gay rights and for the ordination of women, gays, and lesbians as priests in his denomination, and in a 2012 interview for a documentary, he let it be known that he was gay and celibate. Long before making his sexuality public, he guided his diocese through a stormy decade while a conflicted Episcopal Church decided whether it would consecrate a gay bishop and allow clergy to bless same-gender unions.
“The life of the church is always enhanced by including people that live on the margins of society – women, people of color, gay or lesbian people,” he told the Globe in 1997. “They have something profound to say about the Kingdom of God and they are the people Jesus specifically included among his disciples.”
At the same time, Bishop Shaw remained sensitive to conservative opponents of gay marriage at home and abroad. Even while advocating forcefully for gay rights within his denomination and beyond, he waited more than five years after Massachusetts legalized gay marriage in 2004 before giving priests permission to officiate at same-gender weddings.
“I have a longstanding reputation for supporting gay and lesbian rights, both in society and in the church, and I was surprised and delighted when the Supreme Judicial Court made its decision,” he told the Globe in 2004. “But this is one place where the state is ahead of the life of the church.”
He was a leading supporter of elevating an openly gay priest, V. Gene Robinson, to become bishop of New Hampshire. Nonetheless, to better grasp the deeply held opposition some cultures have to homosexuality, Bishop Shaw went to Africa in the late 1990s and immersed himself in the Episcopal Church’s health and education projects in Uganda and Tanzania.
A decade later, he traveled to Zimbabwe on a secret mission to express support for Anglican worshippers who were subjected to human rights abuses, and to bear witness to their suffering through letters to US officials back home. “I don’t think I’ve ever been any place where the oppression has been that overt,” Bishop Shaw told the Globe upon his return.
To see close up how public policy is forged, he moved to Washington, D.C., in early 2000 and spent a month as a congressional intern working for Amory Houghton Jr., an Episcopalian and a Republican who was then a US representative from New York and now lives in Cohasset.
The following year, Bishop Shaw incurred the ire of Jewish leaders when he joined others outside the Israeli consulate in Boston to protest that country’s treatment of Palestinians. Uncharacteristically, he traded his monk’s garb for a purple cassock that announced the gravitas of a bishop. His participation surprised many Jews, and he subsequently spent years mending the rift through discussions with leaders in the Jewish community.
“It takes a lot to admit, ‘I may have hurt you, and I want to understand why what I did or said hurt you,’” Rabbi Eric Gurvis of Temple Shalom in West Newton, a past president of the Massachusetts Board of Rabbis, told the Globe in 2013.
Not all Jewish leaders were soothed by his entreaties, though, and Bishop Shaw continued to speak out for Palestinian rights.
Discussing his political activism in January 2013, when he announced plans to retire before learning he was ill, Bishop Shaw invoked the life of Jesus. “He was very out there in terms of critiquing a society that didn’t recognize the dignity of human beings,” he told the Globe. “And so I think because I’m a follower of Jesus, that’s my responsibility as well – I’m supposed to speak up on issues that diminish people’s dignity.”
Born in Battle Creek, Mich., on Aug. 28, 1945, Marvil Thomas Shaw III grew up in a devout family and believed early on that he would give his life over to God.
“The church was always at the center of my life,” he told the Globe in 1997.
He graduated from Alma College in Alma, Mich., and received master’s degrees from the General Theological Seminary in New York City and Catholic University of America in Washington, D.C.
When he was elected bishop in 1994, he was 48 and had served more than a decade as superior of his religious order, the Society of St. John the Evangelist, known as the Cowley Fathers. Then and until his death he lived in the order’s monastery on Memorial Drive, a short walk from Harvard Square in Cambridge.
The first monk in the church’s history to be elected bishop, his home was a small cell in the monastery, and he managed to pray 90 minutes a day, even after taking on greater responsibilities as head of the diocese. “I wouldn’t have the perspective I have on my struggles if I didn’t pray,” he told the Globe in 1996.
Those struggles began early when he was elected bishop. Serving initially alongside his predecessor, Bishop David E. Johnson, Bishop Shaw guided the diocese through tragedy and tumult when Johnson shot himself in January 1995. At the funeral, Bishop Shaw told mourners that “we know David fell in the struggle against despair.”
Then, 11 days after announcing the suicide, Bishop Shaw was a cosigner of a statement the diocese issued explaining that Johnson “was involved in several extramarital relationships at different times throughout his years of ministry, both as a priest and bishop,” including some that “appear to have been of the character of sexual exploitation.” That Johnson had been viewed as a tough enforcer of rules against clergy sexual abuse added to the sense of betrayal many felt. “We don’t want to keep anything hidden,” Bishop Shaw told the Globe a few days after issuing the statement. “Knowing everything will help the healing begin.”
During Bishop Shaw’s tenure, among his proudest accomplishments were creating programs to serve youth and to help eliminate urban violence. A diocesan camp and retreat center opened in Greenfield, N.H., in 2003, and in the South End, St. Stephen’s Episcopal Church initiated the Bishop’s Summer Academic and Fun Enrichment program, or B-SAFE, for hundreds of inner city youth. A graduate of the program, Jorge Fuentes, became a respected counselor and mentor, and his death by a stray bullet, across the street from his Dorchester home in 2012, was devastating for the diocese and Bishop Shaw, who presided over the 19-year-old’s funeral.
Bishop Shaw’s final blog post included a video of him speaking at the Mother’s Day Walk for Peace in 2013, when he was part of a contingent of more than 600 Episcopalians who walked in memory of Fuentes.
When Bishop Shaw thought the time had arrived to address his sexuality publicly, he took an understated approach, only doing so in an interview while being filmed for “Love Free or Die,” a 2012 documentary about Robinson, who became the first openly gay bishop in the Episcopal Church when he led the New Hampshire diocese.
Bishop Shaw told the Globe he didn’t want his choice to be a celibate monk to be held up as an example that lesbians and gays in the clergy should also choose celibacy.
“My hope has always been … that we can move along this discussion about human sexuality in the best possible way, and I thought for myself the best possible way I could move it along as a celibate bishop was not by hiding it, but by not making myself the center of the discussion,” he said then.
In January 2013, he announced he would retire by year’s end. A few months later, in May, he said that he had brain cancer, and he began radiation and chemotherapy soon after.
Upon announcing his retirement, Bishop Shaw posted a letter on the diocesan website saying his decision emerged “from prayer and conversation with my community, friends, and family.”
“I love being your bishop, and it is an honor to serve you,” he wrote. “These years have been some of the richest years of my life. All of you and this work have taught me much about myself and the nature of our loving God for which I will always be grateful.”

Thursday, 16 October 2014

Out and about in the neighbourhood

Golden Rain Tree with gorgeous and abundant seed pods 1
Golden Rain Tree with gorgeous and abundant seed pods 2
Golden Rain Tree with gorgeous and abundant seed pods 3
Fabulous Live Oak, now sadly stressed
Autumnal grasses 1
Autumnal Grasses 2
Bismarck Palm  (my favourite of all the Palms)
Neighbour across the street is quite the artist
Penne checks her pee-mail
Just before sunset 1
Western sky clouds just before sunset 1
Western sky clouds just before sunset  2
Western sky clouds just before sunset 3

Tuesday, 14 October 2014

Patience is a virtue, possess it if you can.

Patience is a virtue, possess it if you can.

If I were to identify some of the characteristics of my soul, patience would not be at the top of the list.

I would describe my chief characteristics as "anxious", and "worrisome".

But I have learned to be patient.  That learning is rooted in the very many flights I have taken in which things have gone wrong, leading to endless delays at various airports, and several diversions of my flights in progress.

Each time I have been comforted by this thought: "you have never NOT gotten home, so relax and stop fretting".    That's a learned patience.

I took my car to the local car-wash the other day.  The world and her husband had the same idea.  So I had to wait, and wait, and wait for my car to be washed and detailed.

When all was done the car wash manager said "thanks for your patience".

I responded "I was not truly patient, but I faked it".

Faking patience can lead me to become truly patient!


Thus it was at my nuclear stress test this morning.  There was a lot of "hanging around" and waiting.

There was a forty-five minute long "rest period"  after one of my veins had been injected with some nuclear fluid or other,

Twice I had to lie down and be motionless for ten minutes at a time whilst the "camera" scanned and photographed my heart.

The whole procedure took two and a half hours, but dammit-all, I did not fret, I did not fume.  This was because I had decided to be patient.

Despite my anxiety (see yesterday's blog), all went well, (which leads me to express my embarrassment about being anxious).


BUT NOW I need a fresh supply of learned patience for I have not heard from the Cardiologist. In truth I have yet to meet her.

I wonder:  "is my heart about to break?";  "will it break out into a joyous rendition of 'hearts and flowers'?"; or has this been "much ado about nothing?".

God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change.   I will take my rest and be patient until she calls me tomorrow.

Monday, 13 October 2014

Nuclear stress test Tuesday 14th Oct Your prayers please

I am to undergo a nuclear stress test on Tuesday 14th October 2014 at 9:45 a.m.
(My test will not be at the Mayo Clinic but at the office of the Heart Specialists of Sarasota).
Nowadays such tests are almost routine.  Nonetheless I am a wee bit apprehensive about this.  I am not sure if my apprehension is because I will not be able to start my day with good coffee (!!!), or because there are risks associated with the test.
(My youngest and dearest brother had a very negative reaction to his Nuclear Stress Test -  leading to a scary visit to the Emergency Room).
So, I am apprehensive and fairly nervous. 
Under the canon of "Belt and Braces"/ "Belt and Suspenders" my friends Ron and Char will stand by to take care of Penne and the Cats should there be complications on the morrow.
No news will be good news tomorrow.

Sunday, 12 October 2014

The Sarasota Herald-Tribune and our new "Upscale" Mall - who needs it? (Evidently the H-T does).

According to our local newspaper ( the Sarasota Herald-Tribune)  we are supposed to be breathless with excitement as we await the opening of a new  "upscale" mall in Sarasota later this week.

The unimaginatively named "University Town Center"  is the first new mall to be built in these United States since 2012  (now ain't that something?").

It has cost $350 million dollars to build, it covers 888,000 square feet  (about 73 acres), and it will have some 4,000 parking spaces.

The paper has been giving UTC much free advertising during the recent few weeks under the guise of "news reports".  Message from Mall Developers  to Newspaper:  "You scratch our back and we will scratch yours".

The Mall is situated in an already crowded area, with four other shopping plazas, and a multitude of pricey and soul-less  residential communities.   (Siberia with  nice lawns, fancy street lights, and golf courses).

As for the Mall itself -  well, it's not designed for ordinary folks. It will serve the wealthy professionals and retirees who have money to spare on over-priced merchandise and fancy baubles.

And as for the developers and the County planners they have created a Mall next to  an already log-jammed exit from Interstate 75 (exit 213), and only now have they genuflected before the Florida Department of Transportation, which has miraculously found $83 million to "improve" the intersection. That work will not begin until July of 2015, and the project will take two years.  (Big business leeches tax dollars).

The editor of the Sarasota Herald-Tribune wrote the following inelegant and sarcastic bit of "mall puffery" in today's paper.

(Mr. Church "knows which side his bread is buttered", OR "he who pays the piper calls the tune".)

He shows a total unawareness of the very many folks in Sarasota County who are just "getting-by", or who live in poverty. They, for sure, will not be flocking to this upscale monstrosity. Nor will I.

Nor has he a word to say about the entirely deleterious damage to the environment ( increased air pollution, wasteful use of water, reduction of habitat for birds, beasts, snakes, bees and necessary insects  -   the list goes on ) which will be the inevitable result of such unsustainable development.

Of course that is to be expected when the editor of any  newspaper is a salesman and not a journalist.

"Come back Ida Tarbell".


By a quirky coincidence I note that the ugly "Cribbs Causeway Mall" in my home City of Bristol, UK  is about to undergo a major expansion, with all the same disregarded issues of traffic and damage to the environment which we will see in Sarasota.