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Hallo again to all.
This is one local practice we would never want to see become more widespread. Yet as funny as we find it, we have discovered that we miss it when we're at a new church where things are done differently. Home, even Home writ large in the parish church, is so often about what is familiar from repetition and proximity. The old door of our church is on the south side of the nave, and one has to walk by the font just after entering the building. The Ecclesiologists who built our church intended this. They planned a building that spoke of, taught about, and made a meet home for people to participate in the sacraments. Thus one enters the building—like the Church—through baptism; one sits in radical equality with other believers in what were once upon a time the unusual luxury of free and open pews; and all of us face liturgical east together in hopeful attention to the risen and ascended Lord. This was architectural boiler-plate for generations of Anglicans, and it's how our building still situates and shapes our worship experience. But there's a particular innovation in the church's layout today that would annoy a purist who woke up on the wrong side of the bed. It's a food basket placed next to the parish font, where the new birth of countless Christians began. This is an innovation whose origin we do not know. The wicker basket (here submerged under bags and boxes full of donations) is empty early each Sunday morning, having been made so by a quiet soul who takes its contents to a local food pantry without fail or fanfare. Each Sunday after Evensong it is full again, cornucopia-like. We assure you that it's not a miracle, though we've never in fact observed anyone else dropping a tin of sardines, a jar of jam, a can of soup, or a box of pasta there.
This is not only because we live in the midst of real financial crisis, when some of the more topsy-turvy verses of the Magnificat are becoming economically, uncomfortably, personally true. Nor is it because our local food banks are faced with record levels of urgent demand for their assistance. It is most of all because the constant message of the holy scriptures and the traditions of those who have known them is that the Church's people are obliged, gifted, charged and equipped with every good thing for the good of God's people in the world. That includes food: heavenly, eucharistic, scriptural and preached food, to be sure; but the food that gives eyes light and limbs strength, too. (And not just at Harvest Thanksgiving.) This is no reduction of the sacrament of baptism to a rite of entry into an organization of do-gooders. Rather, it's a reminder that baptism commits us to honest and thorough acceptance of the lordship of one who taught in one of his famous Verilies that 'Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.' In this season of Lent, when we prepare for baptism and think about what baptism now means for people who have already been washed in the font, our basket-by-the-font is a local particularity we would love to see push on toward universality. Give it a try, and send us pictures. We'd love to see you doing things the way we do them, at least in this small instance. And we promise we won't make you worship candle-flames. See you next week. |
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