18 Hours of Worship with 8 Million People

In the final moments of Ash Wednesday I found myself propped up against the dingy Greenwich Village barroom wall with a drink in one hand and my lover in the the other and I realized I had just experienced a perfect 18-hour liturgy.

Preparation

It actually all began, as days like this often will, the night before at a bar on Fat Tuesday. I’d only just taken a few sips of my Cabernet while chatting with a jolly midtown bartender when a gentleman sat down next to me and ordered a martini. My wife was downstairs in the dining room attending a business dinner that I had no business attending and I was enjoying a quiet drink and Thai appetizers waiting for the rest of our evening to begin. The conversation with the bartender turned to what I would be doing in the city the next day and I told him I’d be hanging out in Union Square for a very different Ash Wednesday service.  This turned the head of my barstool neighbor and we began chatting (I’m a comfortable extrovert if you haven’t figured that out).  As we exchanged the usual American “so what do you do?” I was astonished to find that out of the gabillion people in that city  I end up sitting next to the dean of General Seminary.  Really, really!  So we ate and drank and talked of many things – and laughed at the crazy way God moves and the utter joy of indulging in good food and making new friends on Mardi Gras in a town of 8 million people.  When LeAnne and her colleague Grant joined us at the bar we were further astonished that Grant and Rev. Patrick Malloy also had friends in common – friends of Grant’s who has studied under Dean Malloy.  When we all parted ways on that brightly lit city corner, with hugs and still more laughter, I was simply buoyant with the mystery of how God creates community in this world.

We made our way back to our hotel, just a block north of St. Patrick’s Cathedral and stepped into a country western bar for a night-cap.  Yeah, irony knows no limits.

I fell asleep that night, wrapped in my partner’s arms, dreaming of an exciting day exploring the city.

Call to worship

When the alarm on my iPhone disturbed our dream-laced slumber I slunk out of bed before she could fully wake, threw on my clothes from the previous night and left…to fetch some decent coffee a few blocks away.  I returned before light and we enjoyed a quiet moment of coffee and scones before our day would take different routes.

Dressed and ready for our day, she walked around the corner for an all-day meeting and I headed south on 5th Ave. to Union Square.  As much as I wanted to blend I surely looked the part of a gawking tourist as I looked all around (and up at the soaring heights which true New Yorkers never seem to do). I simply could not repress the silly-ass grin smeared from ear to ear.   Really not much more than a mile away, the walk took nearly an hour because I wandered into parks, stopped to take a picture or two and had a little more substantial breakfast.

It took a few minutes and a couple of text messages but I found the little community I had come to worship with that day.  See, a week or so before heading off to NYC I realized I would not be in Atlanta with my beloved Kirkwood UCC for Ash Wednesday.  Yeah, weird that this recovering Baptist, post-denominational gal would care about such but as it turns out Ash Wednesday means a great deal to me.  So as I often do, I turned to Facebook to find a solution. Folks quickly recommended plenty of lovely places where I could receive ashes but it was an invitation from my friend Kellie Anderson-Picallo that made my heart sing.  Join us, she said, to distribute ashes, prayers and love in Union Square! Well, duh – where else would I be?!?

Communal Prayer

I found them on the south steps of Union Square, about five or six in all, with sign offering free ashes, hugs and prayers.  Amongst the leaders of this merry band of faithful were my friend Kellie (that’s Rev. Anderson-Picallo), Rev. Mieke Vandersall (Executive Director of Presbyterian Welcome) and John Russell Stanger.  After receiving my own hugs and ashes (and love I could feel emanating from each of them) a bowl of ashes was placed in my hands.  Now as much as I’d like to say that we were overrun with New Yorkers lining up to receive ashes from this obviously awesome crew, alas, not quite.  Folks popping out of the subway or briskly headed across the park would more often than not give us an odd sideways glance, if they looked at us at all.  A couple of  people stopped and snapped photos since John was proudly holding the sign above his head.  But there were some who came – some who allowed us to enter their lives for a brief moment with ashes and those words “from dust you are and to dust you shall return.”  Now don’t laugh, but tears rolled down my face each time it happened.  Whether from my hands or one of my ministry partners that day – the spark of grace that passed between the two was perceptual to all who had eyes to see.   I had the honor of sharing ashes with three women, Gloria, Maribell and Sybill. I was utterly undone by the trust and truth that could be shared in that place, in that act.

Response and Confession

And then came Joey Boots!  John tells the story best and I hope you will pop over and read his HuffPost piece (and share a little love in the comments) but here is how I experienced that thin place.  Joey approached us ready to be sent away, rejected and scorned, maybe to have a little fun mocking the Jesus freaks in the park, but little did he know he’d stumbled across the wrong Christians for that sort of behavior. Love was all he found, well that and grace. I’ll not spoil it for you,  head over and read what happened, I’ll be here when you get back.

Welcome back.

Passing the Peace

So after a couple of hours hanging around in Grace we prayed (yeah, right out in the open like that) hugged, shared Twitter names, connected on Facebook and said our “stay in touches”.  Hands and feet freezing but heart and soul warm I headed a few more blocks south to the Village and then turned north again ready to find lunch.  As I walked along I would see heads smudged with ashes bobbing along among the masses.  And once in a while, more often than not really, there was a glimmer of recognition, a tiny flicker of a connection.  Not that we were running through the streets hugging and high-fiving or anything (admit it, that’d be hella awesome sight) but there were slight smiles, occasional head nods and even a few pair of glistening eyes.  Why?  Maybe because amidst all the world swirling around us we felt a micro-second of connection to one another and a larger story.  All those other heads smeared with the burnt palms from last year shared something special. Something we ALL share but here we were wearing it right out in the open.  The promise that we have come from God, in God we all dwell and to God we shall return.  Every last one of us.  And in admitting our brokenness in this act of penitence so too we acknowledge our kinship with the masses around us, each one broken and beautiful in her own way. A smile – peace be with you.  A nod – and also with you.

The rest of the afternoon was spent as one might imagine – wandering around, eating good food, drinking warm beverages, observing of lovers gliding on the ice in Bryant Park and lighting a candle at St. Patrick’s with prayers for LGBT Catholics that they might know the peace of God’s love and a community that embraces their whole selves.

At 5 pm L and I reconnected and met Bridgette and Amanda at The Russian Vodka Room (which looked like it could be a perfect  for that “Russian Mafia bar”  scene of Law & Order). With hugs and smiles and laughter we reconnected over a cocktails and happy tales. Oh to have spent more time, and hopefully to see each other again soon!

The Word Shared

I was unable to linger with Amanda and Bridgette as long as I’d have liked because I had to dash back to Skype in and participate as a panelist in the third session of the Sacred Pixels conversation presenting by the Ignatian Center of Santa Clara University.  Along with other folks who are exploring the intersection of faith and technologically formed community, and led by Elizabeth Drescher and Paul Soukup we shared our stories of encountering the Word, God and the other in online spaces.  Thanks be to God for online communities with depth and richness!

Music 

After a dinner at The Playwright  we hopped in a cab and headed down to the Village seeking a little bar I’d learned about early in the day.  About 10 minutes later we pulled up to the curb and Marie’s Crisis Cafe sign glistened in the rain diffused light shining from above a small red door. The cab door and the bar door opened at the same moment and the raucous sound of voices surrounding a well loved piano lured us down the steps and into the dimly lit bar. We grabbed a few drinks (cash only please) and settled in, just out of the circle of friends gathered around the piano.  We were guests in this intimate space but made to feel welcome none-the-less.  The voices all raised in songs of lament or joy, people greeting one another with signs of love and peace, cups raised and shared – it slowly began to dawn on me…

…and then Maggie sang and with tears streaming down my face I suddenly knew without a doubt what I had experienced all day – it was worship.  I recorded her song on my iPhone but later found a video of her singing the exact song on YouTube.  I hope you’ll take a moment and listen…

 

 

Sending forth

My Lent began in New York City, a perfect liturgy shared with 8 million people.  More intimately I shared this holy day with: an Episcopal priest, some Presbyterian pastors and organizers, a self-proclaimed “recovering Catholic”, some fully immersed Catholics, a couple of Methodists, a handful of atheists a few agnostics and a whole mess of happy, singing souls. And here was me, a recovering Baptist,  post-denominational UCC-loving, emergent-leaning blogger from the south grateful beyond measure to see and be sent forth into the world knowing anew what God’s beloved community does, can and will look like.

Amen

About Kimberly Knight

Kimberly has a long history of back-pew sitting, Wednesday night supper eatin' and generally trying God’s patience since 1969. She's lucky enough to have made her technology addiction a career and serves as both the Director of Digital Strategy as a southern liberal arts college and Minister of Digital community with Extravagance UCC.

  • http://www.billygraham.org/articlepage.asp?articleid=1373 Shelby Hasson

    howdy-do, I really liked you guys post. devout christian reader outy 5k

  • Mark Rowland

    Wow. Just Wow.
    Thank you for sharing. For what you do. For who you are. For answering hatred and ignorance with love and wisdom. For the help you provide that we desperately need. For being a prophet in that honorable tradition. Thank you.

    • Kimberly Knight

      And wow right back at ya. Your comment brought me to tears as you honor me far beyond my measure. Thank you for being on this journey with me.

  • Mo

    I am completely lost here! Why is this person claiming to be a follower of Christ, but then talking about openly living with her lesbian lover?!

    Where was Christ, the Bible or anything of the sort in this article?

    • Kimberly Knight

      Well Mo, first I (“the person”) live with my wife – my partner who also happens to be my lover, best friend, co-parent to two lovely children, member of the church we attend and sever together and highly involved member of our kids’ school community. While I do adore the aspects of our lives where we are lovers to one another I encourage you to not diminish our lives to some flat stereotype image of only sexual activity.

      Second, seeing as how Jesus never said one word about same-sex relationships I can tell you that Christ is in my heart, soul, hands and feet every day – loving, living and serving the God of extravagant welcome. As I read more of the bible than a few clobber passages, especially focusing on the grace abounding in the Gospel, I too encourage you to broaden the lens through which you are reading the collection of books we call The Bible. I invite you to read more of my posts and get to know how LGBT folks are living examples of God’s love and grace in the world today.

      But thank you for stopping by and asking – I hope my answers and your own further reading will help you find your way (since you yourself claimed you are lost :)

      Your sister in Christ (who reminded us we are all kin as we pray to our Abba),
      Kimberly

      • Mo

        Thank you for the kind response. But again, there seems to be no recognition of what the Bible actually says about such issues. It would be the same thing if I, as a single woman, chose to be sexually involved with a man outside of marriage, and then claimed I was following God’s Word and God’s will.

        “Second, seeing as how Jesus never said one word about same-sex relationships….”

        That is simply incorrect. Jesus upheld (as well as fulfilled) the OT, which is clear on this issue. There are also the writings of Paul in the NT, which are abundantly clear and also part of God’s instruction. God’s Word doesn’t just encompass the direct statements of Jesus.

        Again, I appreciate the kind response and I do wish you and your family well. But in order to call ourselves followers of Christ, we must submit to what He says – even when we don’t like it or when it is painful or hard.

        That holds true for all of us, since we all have our various sins.

  • http://www.kirkwooducc.com susannah

    Beautiful Kimmie!!!!

    • Kimberly Knight

      Thanks Susie ;)

  • http://twitter.com/averagewerewolf Jared Beverly

    That was simply beautiful, Kimberly. Thanks.

    • http://www.patheos.com/blogs/kimberlyknight/ Kimberly

      Thank you Jared!

  • http://www.kingdomeliteforces.com Jane

    What a beautiful day :-) thank you so much for sharing. You are a blessing!

    • Kimberly Knight

      Thank you very much Jane. The day was truly a blessing for me!

  • http://pinterest.com/bsahlman/random-things/ Bill Sahlman

    Kimberley, Beautifully told. Pictured you in all those places, and the moments of magic. Crazy connections.
    “amidst all the world swirling around us we felt a micro-second of connection to one another and a larger story. ” yes. Bill

    • Kimberly Knight

      Thank you Bill, the day was nothing if not holy and poetic. So glad to share it with y’all.


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