The Sikh Religious Society of South Carolina held the opening and dedication for their new gurdwara building on June 16. It was a lovely affair marked by the beginning of sung prayers (kirtan) on Friday at noon, and lasting until sometime on Sunday. (I’m in awe of those musicians!) The new building is beautiful, the colorful saris and scarves to die for, and the langar meal afterwards was delicious, as always. Sikh leaders were most anxious that religious leaders from as many religions as possible be in attendance at the big ceremony on Saturday. I was honored to attend, and also to represent the Pagan community. I also sent the Society a formal letter of congratulations. There were Sikhs from other regions present, an Indian diplomat, and friends from all over the two Carolinas and Georgia.
Why do I spend a rare free weekend day sitting for hours in a service conducted mostly in a language I cannot understand? First of all – I was invited, invited by their leadership to attend in my role as a member of the board of directors of Interfaith Partners of S.C. Second, I love the color, love the warm welcome I receive (hospitality is one of the central tenets of the Sikh faith), love watching the panorama of humanity.
Everyone (well, everyone who is Sikh, at least) walks up the center of the worship space, kneels and prostrates themselves on the floor in front of an elaborate canopy showcasing Sikh sacred texts, leaves money under the canopy (and sometimes in front of the musicians), and then takes a seat on the floor. I noted that when our governor (The Hon. Nikki Haley was raised Sikh in this very congregation, or sangat, though she has joined the Methodist church since marrying a local boy) entered the sanctuary, she was accompanied only by her two children, no security in sight, and with no fanfare at all. You will see her address the sangat in the video linked below.
Women and men sit on different sides of the sanctuary, so I see a lot of small children and babies each time I visit. I am charmed by the way the children toddle and scamper about through at least three hours of the service. No one looks ill-tempered, no one is acting out, and no adults seem the least bit perturbed by the little ones, only occasionally shushing them or sending someone back to their own mother. Seniors are shown a loving deference, too. On my last visit, the arthritis in my hips was raging after sitting cross-legged for so long. When I struggled to rise, several younger women jumped to their feet and hurried to assist me. It was a little embarrassing, but I felt so loved and respected that I immediately got over my embarrassment.
Too bad that mainstream media must use the lens of controversy as often as possible in order to draw viewers. Then again, it’s their job to keep me informed about the world I live in. I was reminded of this as I visited the web site of our largest television outlet to see their coverage of the gurdwara dedication. I only mention the word controversy because that’s the lead for WIS-TV’s coverage here. But all issues seem to have been resolved and the story ends on an upbeat note.
Another day I’ll write about some of the cultural observations I made that day – about the pride of this congregation that one of their own sits in the Governor’s seat, about head coverings, waheguru, sacred symbols and more.