My Three Minutes with Archbishop Desmond Tutu (Unforgettable)
Yesterday on this Blog and on Facebook I reported on the visit of Archbishop Tutu to my Dentist in Cambridge, MA.
Whilst Archbishop Desmond and his wife Leah were at the Episcopal Divinity School I had occasion to be there to have lunch with my friend and colleague the Revd. Andrew McGowan.
He was then a Priest Associate at St. James's Cambridge, MA where I was the Rector. More importantly he was the Associate Professor of Early Christian History at E.D.S.
As Andrew and I shared lunch, Archbishop Tutu wandered into the Refectory.
"Andrew", I said, "would it be gauche of me to ask you to introduce me to the Archbishop?"
No sooner said than done, Andrew introduced me to the Archbishop.
I was not there for small talk. I was there for blessing. Just as Elisha asked that some of Elijah's spirit would be given to him, so I dared to hope that I would receive a portion of his spirit from the great and courageous Archbishop.
I dropped to my knees in the Refectory. Archbishop Tutu placed his holy hands on my head and pronounced a blessing.
I stood up. Now I get to the teary eyed bit. No sooner was I on my feet than Bishop Tutu knelt down, and asked me to bless him in God's name.
OH MY GOODNESS. I am weeping even as I write this blog. Who can imagine the spiritual power of a blessing at the holy hands of Archbishop Tutu; and his request for my words of blessing.
Gotta stop now. I can scarcely see my computer keys through my tears. For sure.
This simple coffin for Desmond Tutu's funeral illustrates the power of his genuine humility.
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