Thirty-three years ago today, when I was a young man of twenty-six (do the math, I know you want to!), I was ordained as an Anglican priest in St. Stephen’s Episcopal Church, Providence, Rhode Island. I had been serving as a Deacon in St. Stephen’s Southmead, in Bristol, England. So that our families could be present, JoAnn and I, along with our infant daughter, made the journey to America for the occasion.It was a grand affair. St. Stephen’s in Providence was known as “Smokey Steve’s,” and not without reason. Smack dab in the middle of the Brown University campus, it was (in those days) one of those wonderful Anglo-catholic ghettoes, where those who went to “hear Mass” imagined that the whole world lived by the rubrics of the Anglican Missal and sang from The English Hymnal, a world where the Thirty-nine Articles had more to do with the number of buttons on Father’s cassock than with the detestable enormities of Rome.
April 24th was a perfect spring day that year. Cliché as it sounds, it really did feel like the first day of the rest of my life. Little did I know what a fatal fall was waiting for the Episcopal Church – or maybe I just didn’t want to see it. But I do thank God for that day, thirty-three years ago. It opened the door for my vocation to the Catholic priesthood, a gift that still astonishes me.
4 comments:
Thank you and thank Jesus and His Blessed Mother for your vocation.
Congratulations!
I am 3 years younger than you (still a boy, I suppose). Although I was never ordained in the Church of England, like you, I give thanks for my Anglican upbringing. When I was received into Full Communion with the Catholic Church in 1991, the priest who received me said that it had been good journeying along the lovely country lanes, but it was about time I got onto the main road. I think it was a good way of summing things up!
St. Stephen's in Providence is a beautiful church!
One cannot help but notice that our own church bears many similarities to her...
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