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1894: All Saints
Ashmont, Boston, Massachusetts, USA |
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Mystery Worshipper:
Sursum Corda.
The church:
All Saints,
Ashmont, Boston, Massachusetts, USA.
Denomination:
The Episcopal Church, Diocese
of Massachusetts.
The building:
Rather than try to improve upon the excellent description of
All Saints that was given in an
earlier MW report, permit me to call the reader's attention
to a story that appears on the church's website. The story relates
how one Sunday in 1879 Colonel Oliver and Mary Lothrop Peabody,
prominent and wealthy Bostonians, were surprised by a sudden
snowstorm on their way to their regular Unitarian service. It
was snowing so heavily that they decided to stop at All Saints
rather than try to continue on. It was the Feast of the Holy
Innocents, and the rector's sermon struck a particularly resonant
chord for the Peabodys, who had recently lost a child. The next
Sunday the Peabodys returned to All Saints, and when the service
was over Colonel Peabody pressed a princely sum for the poor
into the hand of the stunned rector. They never again returned
to their Unitarian chapel, but rather received instruction and
were confirmed. In time Colonel Peabody was appointed to the
vestry, where his skills as an investment banker as well as
his generosity soon made it possible for the parish to build
a new church. The cornerstone for the resulting structure was
laid on November 9, 1892. After Colonel Peabody's death, his
widow continued the tradition of her husband's generosity, thus
making possible the church's fine interior appointments.
The church:
From its earliest beginnings, the parish has been committed
to the principles of the Oxford Movement. They believe in (quoting
from their website) "strong orthodox teaching and preaching,
supportive pastoral care, a caring parish family, and responsibility
to our community and the greater world." Morning prayer
is read, and both low and high masses are celebrated each Sunday.
Adult Christian education is also offered. There are three masses
during the week.
The neighborhood:
The church is in Boston's Dorchester neighborhood, named after
its English counterpart in Dorset. It is a large working class
community with an eclectic population of Irish, African, Caribbean,
Latino and Asian descent. Recently there has been an influx
of young working professionals, gay men, and working artists
to the neighborhood, adding to its diversity.The area around
the church is a nice, quiet, rather hilly residential district.
Boston had been blanketed by an overnight snowstorm with over
a foot of lovely powdery snow. The Peabodys were surely smiling
down from heaven. It looked grand on this crisp first Sunday
of the new year.
The cast:
I am not sure who the celebrant was. The Revd Michael J. Godderz,
rector, assisted as deacon and preached the sermon. Elisabeth
Gray, interim organist and master of the choristers, conducted
a choir of boys and men comprised all (with one exception) of
African-American singers. Clarence Chaisson, a talented young
man all of 17 years old, presided at the organ.
The date & time:
Sunday, January 3, 2010, 10.00am.
What was the name of the service?
Solemn Mass for the Second Sunday after Christmas Day.
How full was the building?
About 50 people – one-third (so I was told) of the usual attendance.
Understandable under the circumstances.
Did anyone welcome you personally?
Two greeters handed us service bulletins with a cheerful "Happy
new year!"
Was your pew comfortable?
Fine.
How would you describe the pre-service
atmosphere?
Quiet and reverential.
What were the exact opening words of the
service?
The plainsong introit was intoned by the choir: "The shepherds
came with haste and found Mary and Joseph."
What books did the congregation use during the
service?
The Anglican Service Book and the Hymnal 1940.
What musical instruments
were played?
The organs. The nave organ is a tracker instrument, an opus
of CB Fisk, Inc., of Gloucester, Massachusetts; the chancel
organ is by the highly regarded 19th century Hutchings firm.
Did anything distract
you?
The presence of two organs – the nave organ, in a large gallery
at the back, gave firm support to the congregational part of
the service, and the chancel organ nicely accompanied the choir.
A very pleasant kind of distraction, I might add.
Was the worship stiff-upper-lip, happy clappy, or
what?
Anglo-Catholicism at its best – very formal.
Exactly how long was the sermon?
17 minutes.
On a scale of 1-10, how good was the preacher?
9 Father Godderz is an excellent speaker, upbeat and energetic. He spoke from the sanctuary steps without notes. He had one slight eccentricity: he would appear to stare at his shoes when considering what his next point would be.
In a nutshell, what was
the sermon about?
Father Godderz preached on the gospel reading for the day, Matthew
2:13-15,19-23 (the flight of the Holy Family to Egypt). He noted
that the Wise Men had left. "But they'll be back for Epiphany,"
he said. Referring to the fact that the events narrated by Matthew
took place after Epiphany, which was still three days off, he
said that sometimes things don't line up. He mentioned a "temporal
cycle" and a "sanctoral cycle." This is the last
we hear of the Magi. Matthew tried hard to straighten out an
apparent jumble of Old Testament prophecies: Micah's prophecy
that from Bethlehem would come a ruler "who is to shepherd
my people Israel," followed by Hosea's "Out of Egypt
have I called my son," and ending up with Isaiah's reference
to a Nazarene. Our lives can be a jumble, too. We can't know
how all the pieces will fit together. Jesus' life was hardly
the one the prophets had imagined. Thirty years in complete
obscurity was not what many were expecting of their Messiah.
But like them, we should hold fast to God's faithfulness – and
put our trust in him.
Which part of the service
was like being in heaven?
The sight and sound of a choir of eight men and seven boys who
had braved a fairly major snowstorm to give us a beautiful rendering
of the Communion Service in F by William Henry Harris,
the prolific composer of anthems, canticles, hymns and psalm
chants. And the acolytes were absolutely superb, wonderfully
expressionless, and moved in regimented unison.
And which part was like being in... er... the other place?
Two of the most unlikely and ugly imitations of Christmas trees flanked the entrance to the sanctuary. They looked for all the world like miniature versions of the communications towers that are dressed up to look like living conifers. We're not fooled by them, and we were in no way tricked into believing that these concoctions had sprung out of God's good earth!
What happened when you hung around after the service looking lost?
We were immediately pointed in the direction of the coffee hour.
How would you describe the after-service
coffee?
Excellent. Coffee was served in nice cardboard (recyclable!)
cups. Two homemade quiches and a delicious fruit salad (oranges,
grapefruit and coconut) were on offer.
How would you feel about making this church your regular (where 10 = ecstatic, 0 = terminal)?
10 No hesitation from me if I were to move to the Boston area.
Did the service make you feel glad to be a
Christian?
Very much so.
What one thing will you remember about all this in seven days' time?
The stark contrast between the long lists of church services
on the local television channels cancelled because of the overnight
snowstorm, and the 50 people who came together to celebrate
a beautiful solemn mass. |
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