I’m a Christian for many reasons. Chief among them is the Doctrine of the Incarnation. But that sounds too abstract. Let me try to be clearer.
Every scrap, every jot and tittle, every tiny bit of matter matters in the grand scheme of divine reality, which includes everything, absolutely every tidbit of every last chunk of everything. Reflect on that in your own life and don’t stop when you come to something you think is trivial, silly, dirty, shameful, fleeting, self-indulgent, gratuitous, or unworthy. Everything matters. Matter matters, absolutely.
Or try this: ever stumbled on 40-year old baby clothes in the attic? Do you have a “junk” drawer full of ostensibly meaningless artifacts of a history about which no one knows anything? Ever find some photos that took you a moment to identify and place?
Matter matters. This peculiar grounding in matter for Christian faith came vividly to light this past weekend when the gorgeous and quirky little mission congregation where I have been affiliated since 1992 suffered a devastating fire on Saturday night.
The carpenter-Gothic gem of West Berkeley was built in 1878 and has lived through every earthquake since then, as well as 1960s Black Panther breakfasts in the parish hall, an MCC and an Ethiopian Orthodox congregation, Head Start and after-school tutoring programs, pioneering liturgies, ridiculously ambitious fund-raising schemes, scrappy communities of Gospel resilience and hope, and not a few moments when everyone wondered whether we would survive.
This fire is certainly not an end for Good Shepherd Episcopal Church in Berkeley, California, but yet another beginning. But that’s not my point here. I invite you to look at, contemplate, and reflect on the photo posted here of Good Shepherd’s interior post-fire.
This photo breaks my heart and it re-energizes my hope. That confluence of grief and hope sits at the very heart of Christian faith and it shines forth from this photo. Notice the Eucharistic Table still standing there, bathed in light from the opening of the (sadly, tragically, horribly) destroyed stained glass window of the Good Shepherd.
The stained glass was destroyed but not the light, and it shines on the Table. For more than a century – for 134 years to be exact – that Table has borne witness to a truly astonishing and peculiar claim: God brings forth life from death. That is the kernel of the Gospel. We don’t just remember the betrayal, suffering, and death of Jesus at that table. We remember as well the promise of new life, of resurrection – of bodily life. Matter matters.
Both must be proclaimed, both the memory of pain and the hope of life. The former without the latter leads only to despair; the latter without the former leads only to utopia (literally “no place”). Christians live in that peculiar space in-between, that liminal space between sensible despair and ludicrous hope. Christians place a table in that space, and we share bread and wine there.
Good Shepherd has stubbornly and gracefully provided a witness to that Gospel claim in countless ways over the last 134 years. We have done so very rarely with platitudes or slogans. Good Shepherd “sheep” have been diverse, coarse, down-to-earth, and nitty-gritty in their spirituality – precisely what Jesus would expect. (The now-destroyed Good Shepherd window bore witness to all of this in the wonderfully eccentric “sheep” portrayed in it; we’ll just have to reproduce and update those markers in that window’s next iteration.)
I was sorely tempted over the last few days to deny how deeply saddened I am by this fire. I didn’t want to grant that much significance to a building. After all, the Church (with a capital “C”) is not physical structures but people.
Of course that’s true, but there’s more. Places, neighborhoods, buildings, sidewalks, stained-glass windows, baptismal fonts, altar books, historical records, and linens – all these things matter. Matter matters.
I share here just a few of my own memories of why the Good Shepherd space matters to me and I invite you to offer your own memories of your own spaces that matter in the comments. Let’s create an online tapestry of why matter matters. Just a few of my hallmarks:
- Baptizing my godson, Louis Peterson, at the font that stood beneath a lovely stained glass image of an angel playing a violin;
- The baptism of Paula White under that same violin-angel; she was baptized as an adult, and she actually plays the violin;
- The day when James Tramel was released from prison, where he had been ordained, and stood beneath the Good Shepherd window with his faith family;
- The blessing of the union between the Rev. Kathleen Van Sickle and the Rev. Barbara Hill back in the 1990s – a service designed by the congregation and approved by the bishop;
- Passing the latest newborn baby around the congregation during a service, as if the baby belongs to everyone – which is true;
- Ringing the bell in the tower on the first anniversary of the 911 terrorist attacks with Berkeley Fire Department representatives present; that tower originally served both the church and the surrounding neighborhood as the fire tower (graceful irony – that tower survived this fire!);
- Overflow seating in the tiny narthex on an Easter Sunday morning as the building itself tried its best to accommodate joy.
Matter matters. All these memories and so many more are firmly attached to the fading wood, the yellowed glass, the unraveling carpet, the warped floors, the uncomfortable pews, the wheel-chair ramp, the pulpit that so many preachers have gripped with white knuckles, the nails in the beams where Christmas greens were hung, the Easter flowers were draped, and the Pentecost banners were tied…
Yes, matter matters. But so do the memories, which no fire can destroy. That’s the Gospel. Nothing is ever lost. All is bathed in the light of promise.
I am not grateful for the fire; I am grateful for the way its grief has reminded me of what matters.
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7 thoughts on “Matter Matters: The Fire in the Belly of Christian Faith”
My thoughts and prayers are with you and the folks at Good Shepherd.
Jay, I’ve had occasion recently to unpack old letters from my high school and college days. What a marvel to hear the voice of my younger self, to recognize how little I’ve changed — still neurotic, horny, and lovable — yet how much more passionate and naive I was back then. So, I am deliberately taking these bits of matter, these letters, and filing them more closely to my current life — as a reminder of what currents still flow in my life, and to have easier access to that old passion and naivete when faced with today’s indifference and jadedness. Thank you for this eloquent post. — Ricardo
Exactly, Ricardo! I’ve been going through lots of my mom’s stuff since she relocated to assisted living about three weeks ago. Important tethers to the past that shape who we are becoming…
Jay, what a beautiful reflection on the Church, on Good Shepherd and on the sacrament of space. Thank you.
Jay — what an absolutely wonderful and beautiful reflection on why matter matters. Yes, matter does matter — incredibly much.
So sad to hear of this fire. I haven’t visited your front porch literally and figuratively in a while but you are never too far from my memory. I miss you and PSR too 🙂
This is such a soul-filled post. I’m glad I stopped awhile. I love the pictures juxtaposed like that and the way you managed to steer my eyes away from the burns. Do you know that Good Shepherd was the first church I attended when I moved to PSR in the summer of 08? Ginny’s partner Lisa was pastor then. I remember feeling held and supported even though I only knew the two of them. Later on, I would go on to work with the summer program and end up planning the Youth Writing Festival and helping with the jonalero programs in the parish hall out back.
I really am saddened by the fire but i am grateful that you paused to reflect on your grief and by so doing, gave me a chance to re-live my first summer in the Bay before I knew what queer was. 🙂